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joooooniecore · 1 day ago

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Re-finding home

yoongixfem!reader, enemies to lovers, not exactly enemies because Yoongi is a sweetheart, Yoongi is a famous basketball player

PLOT: after break up when you go back to your home town, old feelings re-surface.

WARNINGS: smut, explicit scenes, foul language, minors dni, smut scene has been marked, skip if uncomfortable

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“You are too boring so I did what I did.”

This was the last sentence you heard from your current ex-boyfriend of five years who cheated on you just a week before your anniversary. You packed all your bags and decided to go back to your hometown permanently. Your mother has already heard you cry enough over call and when Namjoon, your best friend, demanded you to come back home, you quickly agreed.

The plan was simple. You go back to your hometown. Enjoy a good break and then plan what you want next. You decided to get a job in the nearby town since you had a very goof portfolio. You never realized how weak you could be physically just from a breakup. The breakup was harsh but you weren’t someone who would show that you were bothered. You were a very strong-willed woman and hated showing other people your weak side. So sniffing your nose, you packed everything and was ready to take the flight back home.

You decided to come back later to clean up your apartment.

Hopping on the plane, you were actually excited to meet your friends. It has been almost five years since you last went home. You have been busy with life and spending time with your boyfriend that you cancelled several plans just to please him. He would get grumpy whenever you decided to plan a vacation back to the hometown. Hence you stopped planning altogether. Mark, your ex was also from the same town as yours but his parents have long shifted to the States leaving him no reason to return back to that small flimsy town ever. You on the other hand always loved your town. It was small, refreshing and warm. The close knitted society always made you feel welcomed and you loved getting pampered by every neighbor.

Hoseok has already contacted you as you could hear his big smile when he gushed about how happy he was. Hoseok has been your best friend since ages and being able to finally see him made you immensely happy.

“Jungkook and Taehyung have been tearing my ear off since they learned about your arrival.”, chuckled Hoseok over the phone.

You were currently seated in the plane which won’t take off for a good ten minutes so you decided to call him.

“Really? The kids are all grown up.”, you reminisced as a soft smile adorned your face.

You, Hoseok, Namjoon and Seoah were of the same age in school whereas Taehyung was a year younger and Jungkook two. The five of you became close in secondary school itself and have been unbreakable ever since. Jungkook was practically raised by you as he struggled through subjects while you diligently helped him.

“Is everyone in town now?”, you finally asked.

“Yes. Everyone.”, Hoseok said with a giggle which left you confused.

“Why do you sound sus?”, you asked.

“Because even the Min Yoongi is back in town.”, he said and the ground beneath your feet shifted.

Yoongi was Hoseok’s elder cousin brother who was a year older than you. Even when you guys were young, you knew he hated your guts. He would make a disgruntled noise whenever you tried to talk with him or even stand within his eye range. You both fought like animals. From pulling pranks to ugly name calling, it has always been you against him. But all this didn’t stop you from falling in love with the captain of your school’s basketball team.

You tried to avoid the feeling, through fights and badmouthing but nothing helped. That’s when you started dating Mark and decided to shift to the States for the sake of your job and relationship. You thought that years away from him would erase the teenage feelings you had once but no. The moment you heard his name, your heart started beating fast and the tingling sensation all across your body made sure to remind you about his handsome face and confident aura.

Reaching home was the easiest thing for you. You took your luggage and literally rushed out of the airport only to find Namjoon waiting for you, outside the gate.

Your town was 30 miles away from the nearest airport. One has to hire a car or hop on the local bus to reach the town. You were actually glad that Namjoon came because you were tired to your bones and in no way had the mental capacity to get on a bus or even bargain while hiring a car.

“I missed you idiot.”, Namjoon said as he pulled you in a bone crushing hug. You melted in his embrace as you felt the warmth of a family member after so many years.

You giggled as he took you to his car and settled your luggage in the trunk before opening the door for you to settle in.

“When did you learn to drive?”, you asked as soon as Namjoon took the driver’s seat.

“A year back. I realized I need to since you betrayed me and went away.”, he grumbled as he turned on the engine.

“Well I can’t be your forever driver.”, you chuckled.

The front door opened with a loud click and the first one to hug you tight was your sister. When you left town, you knew that despite having so many people to miss, the person you will miss the most was your sister. She was only two years younger than you and you both have always been close-knitted. You shared secrets, problems and even went to most of the places together.

“Give me a chance to hug her too.”, came your mother’s soft voice as she walked towards you with glistening eyes.

“Mom, I told you to not cry.”, you whined but pulled her in a warm hug. Your dad left you when you both were very young and even though initially you had grudge against him for being so selfish as you picked up the pieces of broke heart of your mom, now it is just a bittersweet feeling that just feels uneasy to your stomach. You loved your mom and sister dearly and would tear down the world for them.

Namjoon stood a bit farther away as he saw the three of you with warmth in his eyes. Namjoon has been your rock since a very young age. He was there when you had your first heartbreak. He was there when you failed the class tests. He was there when your dad left, catering to the needs of your family at just the ripe age of fifteen.

“Why are you standing there alone idiot. Join the group hug.”, your mother snickered before pulling Namjoon in too.

The four of you chatted for god knows how many hours about everything. You filled them in with every information about your life that they might have missed. None of them talked about your breakup and you were actually glad. You were still not in the mental state to talk about it without breaking down in tears.

You then teased your sister and Namjoon for their dating. Namjoon has always had a thing for your little sister and even though you were strict about it at first, you soon realized the intensity of his emotions when he helped your sister while you were away and hence, you almost wanted him to date her. You were so happy for them.

“You should help us in the town’s autumn festival this year.”, Namjoon proposed.

“Huh? Me? What can I do?”, you tilted your head in confusion as you asked.

“I know you bake really mean cake and cookies. You can open your own stall.”, Namjoon suggested as he wrapped his hands around your sister.

You haven’t baked anything in ages. You used to back a lot in high school and even fell in love with it all thanks to your mother. Your ex never liked sweets and hence slowly you found no reason to bake a whole cake.

“I-I need to practice. Lost the touch you know.”, you chuckled awkwardly.

“No worries. Aunt will teach you it again. The preparation doesn’t start properly till next week so you have enough time to catch up.”, he gently said.

“I-Are you sure you would need my help?”, you asked, still not confident about your abilities.

“Yes. Come on ____. Even Yoongi is helping us.”, Namjoon nagged.

“Yoongi is in town!?”, your mom interjected even before you could speak.

“Yes, he is.”, Namjoon informed.

“Oh my! I missed that lad. He has been all over the place and now he is finally back.”, your mother laughed.

“All over the place? What does that mean?”, you asked.

“Not your fault. You don’t stay updated much with sports.”, clarified Namjoon.

“Just search Min Yoongi on the internet.”, he pointed towards your phone before you could ask another question.

The search results left you in shock. Min Yoongi, the youngest captain of the national basketball team. There were thousands of interviews and news links which talked about how good he was at it. A persistent, sharp and extremely passionate basketball player. Your eyes went wide as you saw the pictures and noticed how much he has changed. The lanky kid who looked so thin that you thought he didn’t eat much is now bulked up, with hair reaching down to his neck, tied up in a small bun as he easily put the ball through the basket.

“Wow.”, was all you could say as soon as you closed your mobile.

“Yeah. He is in town because of a shoulder injury which has left him kind of useless initially. It has been four months since he is here and he is mostly recovered. I met him before I came to pick you up from the airport.”, Namjoon explained.

“D-Does he know that I am here?”, you asked nervously.

“Yeah, he does. I think Hoseok told him.”, Namjoon informed.

“Ugh that big mouth. Does he know the reason too?”, you annoyingly ask.

“I don’t know. Even if he does, he is not someone who likes gossiping much.”, said Namjoon.

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The next few days go by in a blur as you try to get used to the life at home again. You wake up early and go on a walk around the town with your sister and return back with groceries or whatever you find good from the market. The people in the town were elated to see you and asked several questions about life in a foreign country. You sweetly answer to them, all while avoiding the topic of why you returned.

“Oh just needed a break.”, you would say as you laughed awkwardly.

Everything came to a halt as you entered Namjoon’s house one evening because he wanted to hold a meeting for the festival. His living room was filled with the chatters of your friends as you entered inside and scanned the place.

Jungkook and Taehyung were seated on the sofa along with another guy who was extremely pretty was what you concluded. You later learned that he was Jimin, Taehyung’s college friend who recently settled here. Beside them in a large single seat, sat Hoseok along with Jin. You haven’t talked to Jin properly ever. He was a lot older than most of you and was always busy with taking care of his education and maintaining his family restaurant.

As you turned your head you saw Seoah sitting beside Sana as they talked animatedly about something. Seeing you, they waved and called you to sit with them on the floor. You softly smiled as you settled beside them. They asked you several questions which you gladly answered.

“I knew that you would be a STEM girlie someday.”, giggled Sana as she patted your back.

“Did you hear?”, asked Seoah next.

“What?”, you and Sana both asked.

“Min Yoongi is in town.”, she said with her eyes big as saucers.

“Ah yes, I know. I met him last Tuesday.”, informed Sana.

“Our ____ had a crush on him, right?”, teased Seoah which made Sana giggle uncontrollably.

You glared at them and then turned around with a huff. You were not going to get teased by them for some teenage crush that you had but listening to his name still gave you butterflies.

At that very moment, the front doorbell rung and Namjoon clumsily got up before opening it wide to reveal none other than Yoongi. The gossip of the town. The guy who was famous and this town’s pride and joy. The guy whom you loved and probably still do. The guy who was once a bane to your existence.

He walked in and waved at everyone along with his classic lopsided smile before his eyes fell on you. His jaw tightened as he quickly averted his vision and walked up to Hoseok and Jin to sit beside them. Your heart sank. You knew he hated you and you even playfully tried to annoy him most of the times but in all those times you just wanted to grab his attention. Mark was the one who told you how much Yoongi disliked your presence and that was enough for you to retract back. He has always been the talk of the town. He was famous, handsome and a very smooth talker apparently though you have never been the one to receive his flirtatious remarks.

“He has become even more handsome.”, whispered Sana and you and Seoah could only silently agree.

The meeting went along pretty well as Namjoon divided tasks. Apparently, the youth of the town are taking over this festival to make it a successful one and Namjoon being the responsible kid that he is, has taken over the duty to lead the team on. He had always had a leader aura and you were proud of how he carried himself in a room full of people. You have never been confident. Even though you commenced several meetings and lead your team, you were never confident if you don’t have anything prepared beforehand. You loved planning, checklists and preparation. You hated sudden changes and even trying something new.

After the meeting, Namjoon brought in several plates full of snacks and placed them on the table with the help of Hoseok and Jin. Everyone mingled and talked while they enjoyed the snacks. You sat on the big sofa which was empty now and nurtured a soda drink and some fries. The sofa dipped a bit and you turned to your side to find Yoongi sitting beside you with a can soda in his hand.

“How long are you here?”, Yoongi finally asked breaking the silence.

“Why? Already bothering you?”, you snickered back.

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he took another gulp of the drink before speaking again, “I tend to ignore you darling.”

Your blood boiled at the nickname and you couldn’t pinpoint if it was because of attraction or murderous instincts. You clenched your jaw before turning away from him as you decided that he won’t affect you anymore.

“I heard you are baking for the autumn festival.”, Yoongi commented again.

“Yes.”, came your curt reply.

“Don’t burn the whole festival down please.”, Yoongi smirked.

Your eyes went wide as you glared at him before huffing and busying yourself with your phone. Yoongi always knew how to get on your nerves and even if his close proximity, his musky fragrance and the warmth that radiated from his body made your head dizzy, you were adamant enough to not show him any form of weakness.

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The next few days went by in a blur as you re-learned all the bakery skills that you once knew by heart. Your mom was very patient with you as she walked you through the processes over and over again. Finally after practicing enough, you baked your first cake and a few cookies and it came out delicious. You ask your sister to call Namjoon over and to do a taste test before he decides to actually allow your stall in the festival.

“Uhm- actually Yoongi hyung is with me right now. Can I bring him over too?”, Namjoon awkwardly asked over the speaker as your sister stifled a laugh.

“Yes, you can Joon.”, you reluctantly replied because you weren’t that rude of a person.

A few moments later the doorbell rung and your mom went up to open it and let the two boys in.

“Oh my god! Yoongi-ah it has been such a long time since I last saw you.”, your mother gushed as she pulled Yoongi in a hug.

“I have been well. How have you been?”, Yoongi politely smiled and it felt like a gut punch. Yoongi has always been so polite and warm to everyone around you except you and maybe just maybe that is the thing that always bothered you. You always tried to capture his attention by annoying him and tried to get some kind of reaction out of him. He was always so calm and collected that it made you annoyed. He was confident and you were not and that made you realize how incompetent you are for him.

Your mother gushed and giggled as she talked with a very charming Yoongi as you grumbled and set the table with your cake and cookies. Namjoon soon noticed you as he came over to help you out.

“Ugh I hate him.”, you mumbled to no one in particular.

“Yeah sure.”, Namjoon laughed and you glared at him.

“What was that for?”, you said through gritted teeth.

“Come on ___. At least don’t lie to me.”, Namjoon sighed as he patted your shoulder once before walking over to your sister with a smile.

Your mother helped you cut the cake into pieces and serve everyone as you sat on the sofa, with a cup of coffee.

“I am shocked you didn’t mix salt instead of sugar.”, Yoongi teased as he sat beside you, too close for your own good. You slowly sipped your coffee as you tried to ignore the aggressive beating of your heart. The warmth of Yoongi’s thigh pressed against yours in the small sofa of your house did nothing good to your dizzy mind.

“Be glad I didn’t mix poison in the piece you are eating.”, you finally said back, trying to hide the flush of your cheeks.

Yoongi kept his hand on your shoulder and leaned in to whisper, “I would even eat poison if you offer me.”

Your eyes went wide as Yoongi took another bite from the cake you have baked, licking the fork clean before diving in for some more. Your eyes involuntarily follow his fingers up to his lips and stay there as he eats the cake. You are bought out of your thoughts when you feel your sister’s eyes on you.

“Your emotions are very visible.”, your sister said as soon as Yoongi got up to keep his plate in the sink. You cleared your throat as you brought your attention back to your coffee and hoped for this torture to get over soon.

You were asked to visit the festival arena to help the others with moving stuffs. You got up early and grabbed some breakfast before heading out. The journey was a short walk around the main street and down an alley to a big field that was well kept only for festivals and other such occasions.

As soon as you entered the gates, you spotted Jungkook carrying a few crates laden with fruits to a nearby storage area. You ran up to him and greeted him. He replied with a full watt smile as he kept the things in the shaded area before turning towards you and pulling you with him to where everyone was.

“Noona is here!”, he screamed excitedly as he entered a small tent along with you. Your friends were all there, sitting and discussing about the arrangement of the stalls. You spotted Sana and sat beside her.

“Where is Seoah?”, you ask as soon as you settled down.

“Oh she has to help her mom with few things so she is out of town.”, Sana informed.

Namjoon explained everything to your group and finally gave each one tasks to carry out before lunch. You and Jimin were given the task to sort the boxes so that Jungkook, Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi placed them in their respective places. Sana, Hoseok and Taehyung were asked to manage the decorations. After working for hours diligently, you decided to rest a bit in the storage unit as Jimin handled other things.

“Not doing work I see.”, came a deep voice. You looked up to find Yoongi leaning against the door frame of the storage unit with his arms crossed over his chest.

You rolled your eyes before dropping your eyes to your mobile again. Soft footsteps were heard and within a few seconds, Yoongi was seated beside you. He smelled so good and you had to control your urges. You noticed how he has already discarded the jacket he was wearing and is now in a short-sleeved t-shirt which showed off his biceps proudly as his arms flexed when he sat beside you. You gently noticed the bandage that peaked through the sleeves indicating his recent surgery.

“Are you allowed to lift heavy boxes?”, you asked as you pointed towards his injury.

Yoongi shifted a bit, as if trying to avoid the topic but then answered gently, “No. I am not lifting the heavy ones. Only the light ones which can be lifted with one hand.”

You nodded your head and said, “I see.”

“Why? Worried about me darling?”, Yoongi smirked causing you to roll your eyes for the umpteenth time.

“Please. I was just curious of how reckless you can get.”, you remarked.

“I heard about your break up by the way.”, Yoongi commented and you sucked your teeth.

“Yeah.”, you answered.

“It’s okay. I am not asking questions.”, Yoongi raised his hand to shut your thoughts down.

“It’s fine. Just a bit in shock. I-I haven’t talked about it much. He-uhm he cheated on me.”, You softly confess and you could see Yoongi clench his jaws.

“He was always a dick huh?”, he answered with a disgruntled sigh.

The conversation died down from there as Yoongi got up to do some more work and you also decided to finish everything up before lunch time. You were already tired and you needed food. The work soon got over and your group was actually impressed by the amount of progress that was made. Jin took you guys to his restaurant and served fresh home cooked meal which everyone ate with happy hearts.

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“Why do I need to be with Yoongi?”, you interjected as soon Namjoon opened his mouth.

“Because you need help with the cashing at the counter.”, Namjoon reasoned.

Currently you were sitting in your sofa as he asked you to team up with Yoongi for the days of the festival. You were planning on managing baking and selling alone but Namjoon was adamant enough to help you out.

“Can’t someone else be with me?”, you pouted as you tried to convince him.

“No ____. We all have our own stalls to take care of. Only Yoongi is free.”, Namjoon nagged and you finally agreed.

The day you were dreading the most finally as Yoongi rang the doorbell of your house and you got out to see him standing near his truck.

“This is nightmare.”, you lowly whispered but Yoongi’s ears were sharp enough to hear it.

“Oh come on. How can the devil herself think of it as nightmare?”, Yoongi smirked as he opened the trunk for you to keep your things inside. You huffed as you put in the cartoons full of baked goods and also all the ingredients required to bake stuffs. Namjoon was intelligent enough to book you a stall that is closer to some sort of electric supply, hence you could microwave goods.

After settling everything in the back of the truck, Yoongi walked around the car to open the passenger door for you as he gestured you to get inside with a smirk. Rolling your eyes you settled on the seat and Yoongi took the driver’s place. The inside of Yoongi’s truck was extremely clean. It smelled exactly like Yoongi did, warm, musky and weirdly comforting.

By evening, the entire arena was bustling with people. There were multiple people working in the stalls and even more people roaming around and buying things. You diligently worked side by side with Yoongi as you packed orders and Yoongi maintained the cash. The initial rush soon evaporated and you could take a breath of relief as the frequency of people coming to your stall decreased.

You were quietly baking a new batch of cookies when you felt someone call you. You turned around to see your biggest nightmare, Mark, standing outside your stall. And the worst part? Yoongi was nowhere to be found. Your blood ran cold as you realized that you told Yoongi to go take a break before more customers started filling in.

After some initial hesitation, you walked up to the front and said, “Hello Mark.”

“It has been a while ____.”, Mark said with his usual sweet smile which once was the reason you giggled but now just gave you the ick.

“Yeah. What are you doing here?”, you asked trying to ignore the conversation altogether.

“My parents wanted to visit some relatives here so they brought me along.”, Mark replied.

You hoped for him to drop the conversation and walk away but he was still there, standing as if he owned the place and the rights to act so nonchalant in front of you after creating havoc in your life.

“Do you need something?”, you finally ask.

“Nothing much. I just wanted to see you.”, Mark shrugged.

“Well if you are done, you can move along.”, you say through gritted teeth.

Mark smirked. He had the audacity to smirk and say, “Oh come on. Don’t you miss me?”

You looked at him in shock. He had the audacity to stand in front of you and say such stuffs. Before you broke down, you saw Yoongi approaching the stall and somehow it relieved you. Your eyes met his and somehow you felt like he understood the desperation in them as he quickened his steps towards you.

“___? I asked something. Are you seeing someone else?”, Mark’s voice made you meet his eyes again.

“Yes I am.”, you said, keeping your voice steady. You had no idea why you said that. Was it instinct? Or just a simple realization. You didn’t get much time to think as Yoongi reached you, towering over Mark as he entered the stall and stood beside you.

“Are you okay?”, he asked with worried eyes as he completely ignored Mark.

“Yes. I am.”, you answered with a tremor in your voice.

Yoongi turned towards Mark and you could almost see his eyes turning dark as he scanned your ex up and down as if he were nothing.

“Mark. Long time no see.”, Yoongi said in a dangerously low voice.

“Ah Yoongi. It has been a long time. I heard they kicked you out of the team for your injury.”, Mark replied with an obnoxious smirk.

“So what? You know I would be great if you leave the fuck out of here.”, Yoongi replied with the same calm demeanor though you could see him clenching his jaw from where you stood as his hands were fisted.

“Oh I see how it is. ___, are you fucking Min Yoongi?”, Mark asked and your blood ran cold. You never expected him to be this bitter and crude in his remarks.

Before anyone else could say or do anything you spoke up, “And what if I am?”

Your response made Yoongi turn towards you. His eyes were speaking something unknown but you decided to ignore him as you sternly stared at Mark.

“Y-You are joking right? We were so good together baby.”, Mark pleaded as his expressions changed completely.

You laughed at the duality and said, “I am done with you. You ruined me. And Yoongi treats me right.”

You knew you were lying through your teeth but this was the only way out and you just hoped that Yoongi understood. Thankfully he did, as he draped his hand around your waist and kept it there. The warmth of his calloused fingers seeped through the fabric of your dress as you were pulled against him.

Mark seemed to believe the lie as he grumbled something incoherent and walked away not before glaring at Yoongi which was only answered with a middle finger and a smirk.

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The evening went along and Mark loitered around your stall, trying to find a chance to get you alone. You could feel his eyes on you. You asked Yoongi to keep pretending and he did. He did it too well.

Soft obvious touches on your hips. Hands holding yours for longer than intended. He even nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck when you saw Mark staring at you. You could feel him smirk against your skin and it made you feel hot. You thought you were having a fever. Min Yoongi was no amateur. He knew how to love. He knew how to flirt. He knew how to show possessiveness. And you somehow knew that he would know how to fuck.

You couldn’t focus on anything but his long fingers as he took in orders. Or his raspy voice when he asked you to shift aside so that he could get something. The way he smiled at you or held you gaze made you feel like you were someone special.

Soon the festival ended and you were packing everything up as you felt a presence behind you. Two hands encircled around your waist and you knew who it was.

“Y-Yoongi?”, you stuttered.

“Yes?”, Yoongi replied with that deep timbre in his voice.

“I-Is Mark still here?”, you asked, hoping that he says no. You were done pretending. You wanted it to be real.

“No. He isn’t.”, came the only reply as everything stilled between you both. It was as if he was waiting for you to pull away.

“Oh.”, you replied dumbly but made no effort in moving away.

“Fuck ___. Do something. Pull away from me please.”, Yoongi murmured against your nape.

“What if I don’t?”, you replied as you turned around in his hold and stared at him.

“What if you had me all hot and bothered from the way you show possessiveness?”, you bravely asked and somehow hoped that he loses control.

“You liked the way I show possessiveness?”, Yoongi whispers in a low voice close to your ear as soon as he corners you inside the stall.

“Maybe?”, you cheekily reply and within seconds Yoongi was packing everything up and putting it in his truck before dragging you out of the stall and out of the festival not before waving a quick bye to Namjoon who could only roll his eyes in return. You have never seen him so stiff as he swiftly and skillfully drove his truck back to his place and took you inside.

!!SMUT WARNING!!

Yoongi wastes no time before. The moment the both you crossed the threshold of the front door, he slammed you against the closed door.

“Yoongi.” you whisper his name, but it almost came out as a whimper.

His gaze darkens, and a cocky smirk forms on his lips. Yoongi leans in and grazes his lips against your own. He's giving you a chance to pull away.

“Tell me to stop princess.”, Yoongi’s hot breath fans your lips as his hold on your hips tighten.

You hungrily take him in as if challenging him to do it. His eyes meet yours again and something switches as he hungrily claims your lips in a desperate kiss. Its hot, heavy and messy as he ravishes you. Your body melts against him as your mind combusts.

His hands pull you completely against him. His hold on your hips is firm. His tongue sneaks out and licks your bottom lip, asking for you to open for him. You decided to tease as you move apart a bit only to stare at his eyes and smirk. He twists your hair around his knuckles and swiftly tilt your head back, giving him all the access that he needs to trail hungry kisses down your neck. You easily lose control on your body as whimpers fill the air.

“You make me go crazy princess.” he growls into your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, definitely marking your skin with marks that will remain there for days.

“The way you showed me off as your boyfriend in front of your ex was so hot. I controlled myself from slamming you then and there against the nearby wall and ravish you.”

You moan and whimper as you grind your hips against his thigh which has found its place right between your legs. He pushes up his legs more to create even more friction on your core as you whimper even more. Yoongi wastes no time in lifting you up in bridal style and taking you to his bedroom before throwing you in the bed and getting on top.

You snatch the hem of your dress, hastily pull it over your head, and chuck it at him. He catches it and chuckles.

“So impatient love?”, he cocks his head and asks.

His gaze hungrily roams all across your naked body which was only covered in a matching lingerie set.

“Is this matching set meant to be seen by me?”, Yoongi asks as his fingers fiddle with the strap of your bra.

“Nah. I was planning to get laid tonight by Mark.”, you snicker as you try to infuriate him more. That does it for him as he firmly slips his hand behind your back and unclasps the bra, in one swift motion before discarding it too.

“Don’t fucking say his name.”, Yoongi harshly chokes your neck as he kisses you. Hard.

His hands work quickly to remove his belt. His eyes never leave your panting figure as you sit and wait for him. You press your legs together as he finally drops his pants and steps out of them.

Yoongi steps to you and grabs the back of your knees as he pulls them apart and settles his body in between before hovering over you. Tongues meet again as his hands roam every inch or your naked skin shamelessly.

Yoongi drops kisses down your jaw, trailing a wet path further down until he takes your nipple in his mouth. Teeth lightly bite down, making your arch your back. Your breasts press further in his face, and it has him moaning into them. His fingers plucking at your hardened nipple on your neglected breast that had your hips rolling against his thigh, seeking that delicious friction.

One of your hands goes into his hair, moving his hair off his face, while your other clutches the bedsheets to keep you sane.

His breathing has seemed to pick up just as much as yours has. He stares into your eyes for a moment like he’s promising you something unsaid. Yoongi stands straight on his knees and you take this chance to reach between your legs and grab the waistband of his underwear, tugging at them.

“Is that what you want?”, he chuckles, and you nod your head almost desperately.

“You have to say it. Tell me what you want princess?”, Yoongi asks in his raspy voice that elicits a moan from your lips

“Please Yoongi.”, you plead as he cocks his head in a teasing manner before smirking.

“Say it.”, he demands firmly. His fingers graze slowly down your thighs, fingers putting slight pressure over your very damp panties before he pulls them down your legs.

“Fuck darling. See how drenched you are for me.”, he said before he throws them over his shoulder and spreads your legs open wide. He runs his first two fingers back and forth over your sensitive clit and gently licks his them clean, making you suck your teeth.

“Tell me.”, a stern order followed by him retracting his fingers away.

“I want you to fuck me.”, you moan, your hips desperate to get his fingers back.

“Yoongi, I want your cock.”, you finally moan out.

That one seemed to do it as he spreads your burning core open with his opposite hand, his fingers slowly entering your wet entrance. You sigh at the sensation. You spread your knees as far as you can, trying to get him deeper. He huffs out a laugh and swiftly bends down to lick a stripe up your clit. Your hips jump on their own and your hands delve into his hair trying to keep him there.

“I knew you would like this. Listen to how wet you are.”, he smirks against the soft skin of your inner thigh as watches his own fingers fuck you.

He was right. You were dripping wet. The wet, squelching noises sounded so obscene. You moan. The wanting, neediness of the lust and desire was visible. You’re not sure when you last felt like this. You have yearned for him always.

“Please Yoongi.”, you beg incoherently, hips squirming around.

Yoongi doesn't hesitate and dives in. His tongue is unrelenting on your clit, flicking it back and forth with rapid strokes. He pulls his fingers out of you so he can push your legs apart more, leaving you completely open and utterly exposed to his feasting. He changes pace as he draws achingly slow circles around you. The teasing has you squirming to get closer to his mouth. He takes pity on you and he rests your legs on his shoulders. His skillful tongue works its way into you. This is a whole new sensation that you have never felt before.

You reach down, taking his hands into your own. Slowly you bring them up to your body so he can grab your breasts. He groans into your pussy as his hands squeeze your tits. Your legs start to shake around his head. Your insides start to tingle and tighten until you fall apart in his arms.

Pulling back, Yoongi places one more kiss on your clit. Reaching into the pocket of his discarded pants, you see him produce a square foil packet. Yanking down his own underwear, you watch as his hardened cock slaps his stomach as it springs free. He rips open the condom and watches you laid out before him as he slides it on. Leaning over your body he kisses you once more on the mouth.

He presses his hard cock against your clit. Grabbing your hips, he grinds against you. You roll your hips more making him groan in pleasure. Yoongi gently places kisses across the skin of your shoulder and the crook of your neck. Trailing his tongue up the side of your neck, he bites your ear lobe.

“Are you sure you want this?”, He asks softly in your ear.

“Yes.”, your voice was breathy.

“This isn’t a one-time thing, okay? I hope you know that.”, he whispers unsurely.

“I know.”, you softly smile.

Yoongi flips you over and bends you further forward, making your ass pop up more as your face is mashed against the pillows. Reaching between the two of you, Yoongi runs his cock along your pussy before he slowly starts to enter you. You can hear him let out a shuddering breath. He holds still and grips your hips tightly.

“I hope you know that I will ruin you for anyone else.”, he growls which causes a shudder down your spine.

With a quick snap, Yoongi was buried all the way in you. You moan loud as your hand clutch the shits desperately. Looking over your shoulder, you see Yoongi closing his eyes as his head was laid back. You push your ass back onto him, and his eyes fly to you. Biting your bottom lip, you smile at him and nod. Yoongi places his hands on your shoulders as his hips roll against your ass making your body rhythmically rock forward.

Your head falls forward loosely as you take in the sensation of him inside of you. The way his hands grip your shoulders, keeping control of your body. His thrusts start to speed up.

“Harder, Yoongi,” you gasp.

His hands come down, fingertips trace down your back and grab at your waist, pulling you back against him to meet every thrust. Your body starts to surge forward faster as his hips snap into you. The bedroom fills with obscene noises that make you even more wet. Your eyes start to roll back.

Yoongi pulls out of you and grabs your waist before swiftly turning you around to face him again. Your back hits the soft mattress as he thrusts himself back into you with a groan and a curse, his hand races down the front of your body over your hip until his fingers land on your clit. Skilled fingers start circling your overly sensitive bud.

“I want to see you while I fuck you into oblivion.”, he moans between thrusts.

“Oh, shit. Yoongi please.” you moan loudly.

“I know, I know,” he says breathlessly, continuing his relentless pace. Your heartbeat starts to quicken, your toes start to curl, and the delicious heat begins to spread across your body, making your skin flush.

“Look at you, shit.”

“So, fucking desperate for me.”

“Yoongi.” you whimper.

“Yes baby? You like that? Being fucked by me?”

Your walls clench around him and he smirks. His fingers work on your clit. He presses against it firmly instead as his cock still works its way in and out of you. Your eyes squeeze shut, your body tenses. You gasp.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Yoongi grunts, giving you one more hard thrust. He stills, and your walls continue to clench around him, milking him for all he's worth.

Dropping his head onto your shoulder, he catches his breath before pulling out of you. He gently presses a kiss on against your skin as he gently wipes off the sweat from your forehead. He looks at you gently and your heart melts.

“You look beautiful.” Yoongi softly admits before getting up.

He discards the condom and takes a quick shower as you lay there hearing the sound of shower. He come out with only a towel hung low on his hips.

!!SMUT ENDS HERE!!

“Do you want a shower or should I bring in a warm wet towel?”, he asks.

“I think I would shower.”, you softly answer.

“Perfect. I have prepared the bathtub for you.”, he said with a smile

“Perfect.” you answer, as your cheeks turn red.

After shower you lay beside him as he snuggles into you.

“Can I confess something?”, Yoongi softly asks for permission.

“Yes.”, you look over your shoulder.

“I-I like you. I mean I have liked you since high school.”, he confesses bashfully. You could visibly see his cheeks turning red and that is the most endearing thing you have ever seen.

“Since high school? But you hated my guts.”, you ask.

“That’s because of the way you made me feel. You weren’t scared of my cold demeanour.”, he reasons.

“Oh.”, you dumbly reply.

“Also, uhm Mark kind of lied to you when he said that I hated you. He knew about my crush and took advantage of it.”, Yoongi’s words hit you like a knife. You hated Mark now even more for this. Al these years you thought you took the right decision by not confessing your love to Yoongi thinking that he hates you. Mark made you believe that Yoongi hates you.

“I had a crush on you in high school too.”, you confess finally.

“What?”, Yoongi’s eyes go wide as he stares at you.

“B-But Mark?”, Yoongi stammered.

“Yeah. He lied. I liked you a lot and that’s why I annoyed you.”, you confess with a giggle.

Yoongi stared at you for so long that you feared that you broke him. He suddenly surged forward, hugging you tight before peppering you with soft kisses.

“I love you and I will make this right for you.”, Yoongi promised and you knew he wasn’t lying.

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Author's note: I hope you all liked this oneshot. Please ignore any sort of typos or grammatical mistakes. I am thinking of more plots to post in future. Please do comment down ideas. I would love to have some scenarios that I can use in future stories.

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