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[sinsolucion]

ROMANTIC GESTURES.

bold what applies to your muse, italicize if there's potential / it depends.

holding hands · buying flowers · COOKING · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photo booth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favorite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · FEEDING THEM · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · BREAKFAST IN BED · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("i love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · granting them the last bite (from meal)

tagged: @kamipyre!! we love love language in this house!!!

[btsjfans]

Gradually

request: Hi, I really loved ur Blog so much and this is my first request that I've ever made 😅so can you do a fanfic(angst - smut -fluff )between Yoongi and reader, where the reader ended up being pregnant and in beginning he hated this fact and didn't expect it but he ended adoring the reader and the baby Sorry if I made it long 😭but I think it would be so good💕💕thank you.

a/n: seriously this one has been in my inbox for a little while and I’ve been so frickin psyched to write this

Min Yoongi x Reader (smut, angst, fluff) summary^^

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8 months.

 For 8 months, Min Yoongi had been on tour. For 8 desolate months you, his dutiful wife, waited patiently at home. He and the boys had been winding their careers down, all having homes to settle, and finding it hard to keep up the boy-band life while having wives at home. Yoongi obviously would never quit music, so while he worked on the road, you worked with his manager to get his own producing company and studio ready for when he came back. 

It was a lot of hard work, but you knew this was his dream, so you might as well save him the work anyways. 

But after all this work, and after all your nights spent sharing the cold bed with nothing but your thoughts, your love, Min Yoongi, was home. 

You’d waited eagerly at the airport in the company of Jin, Namjoon, and Hose’s wives, as well as Jimin’s girlfriend. As soon as Yoongi walked through the gate, you were in his arms, and his lips were on yours. You didn't realize how hungry you were for him until he was clutching you needily against his chest, and his lips were hungrily exploring yours. You both breathily pulled apart, before giving a quick goodbye to the others and hitting the road. As the two of you drive home, he tells you about his tour, keeping his hand in an iron grip around your thigh, tracing his fingers closer and closer to your hot core. Your breath got heavier and heavier as the drive proceeded, until your only thoughts were about him in your bed.

As you pull up to the penthouse, you two hastily carry the bags in before dropping them and slamming the door shut, once again falling into each other’s arms. Hot breaths mixed as your lips roughly found each other, him pushing you up the stairs and onto the bed. 

He climbs on top of you, his lips hungrily exploring your neck, sucking and nipping, leaving marks all over your neck to make up for lost time. You whimper and writhe beneath him as his hands grip and roam your body, gently kneading your breasts and grinding against you.

“Yoongi I wanted 8 months, don’t make me wait any longer, I need you now.” Your voice comes out as a whine, desperate for him. 

“Just this once, only because I need you just as bad,” he growls against your neck before hastily tearing your clothes from your body, his breath hitching at the sight of his princess in all her glory, before removing his own. 

He rubs his hand up and down his erect length a couple times, before teasing your clit lightly. He slips his fingers into your core, smirking.

“Wet for me still, even after 8 months. Perfect.” He places a light kiss on your folds lightly, before positioning himself between your legs. He roughly slams into you, making you cry out as you adjust. “God, so tight, so tight for me,” He grunts, slowly moving in and out to let you adjust before speeding up, leaving you moaning as his lips attach themselves to one of your breasts, hungrily sucking and massaging it with his tongue. 

He yanks you up, turning you over on all fours, holding you by your hair as he continues to mercilessly pound into you from behind, one hand slapping your ass. 

“God Yoongi, I’m so--Yoongi!” You cry out as you hit your orgasm, him grunting as his thrusts become sloppier. The feeling of you clenching around him speeds up his own upcoming orgasm. 

“Shit,” he grunts, his warm cum filling you up, as you both collapse next to each other, him pulling you against his side, his cock still inside of you as you catch your breath. He gingerly kisses your head and rubs your back.  “I missed you.” 

The next day you take him to his new studio, where he acts like a child on Christmas. He’s all over the equipment, his eyes as wide as saucers, his gummy smile stretching across his face. You leave him to settle in and head home. Your period is supposed to come tomorrow, so you stop to grab some tampons before finally arriving at home. Yoongi comes home late, around 11, which you expected. His work was his life, and you knew he’d be all over his new home. 

“Y/n, I can’t thank you enough, I just, you...you. You’re just so perfect and I love our life together so much. So much. Just the way it is. You’re the perfect wife, and the perfect woman, and I’m so fucking lucky I just...I don’t want any of this to change. God I love you.” He pulls you into a deep kiss, his hands trailing into your hair, before you two sit and cuddle on the couch.

Your period doesn't come the next day.

Or the next week.

And then you remember. 

He came in you.

You both weren't protected that night.

While Yoongi is at work, you rush to the local store picking up a pregnancy test before hurrying home and taking it.

Positive.

You were excited, you had been married for almost 2 years, and you absolutely loved this man. You knew you two would have kids, so it didn’t bother you that you guys would be starting now. 

Will it be a little boy? A little girl? It didn't matter, it was yours. You  excitedly called your friends and parents before getting dressed up and doing your hair and makeup. You were going to tell Yoongi, and you wanted it to be memorable. You found your favorite knee length red dress and preparing a candle lit dinner. You texted him and told him to come home early because you had a surprise, and he thankfully obliged. 

By 8pm he’s home and waiting at the table as you presented the meal. He was pleased with it all of course, and you two dug in, sharing quips and conversation about your day’s and whatnot. You suddenly feel nervous as you start to realize what you’re about to tell him.

“Yoongi, I’m..ugh.” You laugh nervously and bite your lip.

“Yes?” Yoongi smiles waiting.

“I’m pregnant.”

His smile disappears. 

He didn't take the news like you thought he would. Instead of excitedly cheering and hugging you, his smile dropped and he looked at you blankly.  “You’re pregnant?” He had asked. You nervously nodded, still smiling hopefully. 

“Isn’t it great?” You had pressed.

He just nodded. “I’m going to the studio.” He had said. 

He still hadn’t come back. 

In fact, he didn't come back for 3 days. 

When he did come back, he just swapped clothes and took a shower and a nap, not speaking to you the whole time. You had pleaded, begged even, for him to say something, but he just walked out, leaving you a crying mess for another 3 days. 

You thought his homecoming would mean warm cuddles and happy, loving exchanges, but instead you were back where you started: alone and sad. Every night you would wait up by the door for him, only to be disappointed as he wouldn't come. 

You’d taken to calling the baby Holly, it made nights less lonelier to talk to “Holly”, rather than “half orphaned fetus”. You began to wonder if he was even going to come back for real. After a week and a half of unanswered texts, and visits lasting no longer than 5 hours with no words spoken on his part, you felt like you were going to have to raise this baby on your own. 

You’d finally called and confided in Jin, who said he would check on Yoongi. 

“Y/n-yah, it’s..it’s not good.” Jin had said.

“What do you mean?” You warily asked.

“He..” Jin lets out a long sigh before continuing. “He doesn't want the baby. He’s just..he’s writing angry..sad tracks at the studio and drinking and he just...he doesn't want what you have to change and I think there’s more to it but I just..I think you need to make sure you have another support system, because Yoongi might not be it at this point.” Another shaky breath. “I think you may have to raise this child on your own.”

After two whole months of the cold shoulder he came home for real. You were starting to wonder if Jin was right, if you were going to have to raise this baby alone.

You were laying on the couch, hand on your belly, watching a movie when you heard the front door open. You looked to see a disheveled Yoongi at the door. 

“Y/n..” His voice was quiet and raw. He closed the door slowly before walking to the living room, sitting on the coffee table in front of you and grabbing the remote to turn off the tv. “I..” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been a dick. I have been, and I know this. You deserve the world, not somebody like me. You deserve a prince, not some...some heartless jerk who takes everything for granted. I..BTS was my home for so long, and then I met you, and you became like my vacation home, and I couldn't accept that the boys weren't my home anymore, and now you’re all I have, and I knew that, but it was hard to realize. I’m not Min Yoongi, BTS rapper anymore, I’m just Min Yoongi. But I’m Min Yoongi, Y/n’s husband, and I need to start acting like it. Y/n, you’re my whole life. You’re my one and only, before anyone else. You’re my girl. And I don’t want to screw it up. I don’t want to be an awful dad, or an awful husband, and drive you away. And when you said you were pregnant, I just..I got scared. I’m worried I’m not ready to be a dad, heck sometimes I wonder if I’m even ready to be your husband. Y/n I don't want to let you down, I just..You’re all I have. I can’t..I can’t loose you. And this child..this child of ours..what if it hates me. What if I let it down? What if..what if I ruin it’s life? God Y/n I want you and our baby to have the world, and I’m scared I can’t give you two that..and I spent this time..dicking around. I just sat in my studio and cried and drank and threw myself away like a coward, and..that wasn't right. I should have been there for you. I should have swept you off your feet and told you I love you and I’m ready. And I think I am now. Because every night, I just imagined you, me, and this baby. Us. Our family. And I’m ready now. If you’ll have me.” His voice is tired and shaky as he speaks, and he looks up at you with a raw, pleading glint in his eyes. A wisp of his blonde hair falls in front of his eyes, and you move to brush it away. 

“Yoongi...I...” You’re at a loss for words as you stare at the broken man before you. He looks so desperate as he waits for your response. He hurt you. He left you. You should be mad, but here you sit, desperately wanting to crawl into his arms and hold him tight. 

While this man has brought you through some hard times, he’s also brought you right back out. He’s shown you what love is, what love means. He was your world. Is your world. And here he is, waiting to be let back in. 

No matter what this man does, he’s yours. 

“Yoongi...I forgive you.”

“Oh my god, Y/n..” Yoongi’s dark eyes shine with tears as he gingerly takes baby Holly from the nurse. His smile shakes as he holds back his tears, looking from you to the small baby tucked gently in his arms. 

“Let me see,” You press tiredly, scooting over for him to sit by you. He gently sits next to you, setting your baby in your arms. He puts his arm around you, squeezing your side gently, and placing a soft kiss on your head. 

“God I love her. I love you. I love..I love this.” his voice is soft as he stares in awe at the two of you.

Holly stirs in her sleep at the sound of her father’s voice.

And you fall asleep, tucked away in the arms of your beloved, while holding your baby close against your chest.