#my heart flutters whenever he talks i just wanna. kneel at his feet n let him pet me forever
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#thinkmin!#pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls#call me ur pretty boy i prommy i prommy i will be so good i will be SO good#his voice is so delicious his hands his eyes#his everything tbh#my heart flutters whenever he talks i just wanna. kneel at his feet n let him pet me forever#i think he'd like that i'm a lil pathetic n soggy bc it makes me so loyal n the perfect pet for him#i need him so bad
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Playing with Fire - 06
Summary: After breaking up with you, you decide the only way to get back at your -now ex-boyfriend and avoid public humilliation is by making a deal with resident bad boy Min Yoongi: you’ll give him money as long as he pretends to be your new boy.
Genre: Romance.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Rating: Mature (fluff + smut + angst)
Length: 2.6k
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 [Finale]
A/N: i think this one is super boring if i were you i wouldnt bother reading it but if you do THANKS FOR SUPPORTING THIS IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME
“You should seriously listen to some of his music. He's unbelievable.”
“You've said that already.” Wendy rolled her eyes at you, taking a set of polka dot patterned underwear in her hands.
“His lyrics are amazing, I swear. And his rapping is so different and unique. It's like he was made to-”
“'-To stand out from the rest of artists in the underground music industry.' I know. You've been saying that exact same sentence for a whole week.” now it was your time to roll your eyes and ignore the bored tone of her voice by waving your hand dismissively. “Have you realized how much you talk about Min Yoongi on a daily basis? Not to mention how much you've been hanging out with him lately. I couldn't believe it when you sent me a text this morning asking me to shop with you for lingerie.” she returned the polka dot bra to its belonging hanger and kept looking through the pairs of panties next to it.
“I don't talk about him that much.” you scrunched your nose at the hot pink bra in your hands, immediately discarting it on the pile of underwear on sale.
“Whatever you say. Are you sure you're not starting to develop feelings for him, huh?” she teased, poking your side with her index finger. You giggled and smacked her hand away playfully, telling her to shut up, trying to avoid answerking her or yourself, for that matter. “Anyways, me and Yuju are going out tonight to grab some pizza, wanna come?” Your phone buzzed in the back pocket of your jeans and you opened up the message notification.
yoongi: what are you doing tonight?
Your eyes shot up from your screen to look at your best friend distractedly eyeing another pair of underwear. You bit your lip and replied back, maybe too fast for your liking.
you: why? are you finally taking me to a fancy restaurant?
yoongi: does my couch count as a table and chinese takeout as a gourmet dish?
You bit back a snort but couldn't help the smile starting to creep at your lips as you typed back.
you: absolutely
You looked up again before pulling your cell phone back into your pocket when your eyes fell on the pair you were exactly looking for. You reached out, taking and scanning the surprisingly soft white lacy fabric in your hands.
“White?” Wendy's eyebrows furrowed on her pretty face, clearly judging your election. “You? Buying a white set of underwear?
“God, is it that bad I'm trying to add some diversity to my closet?”
“Alright, alright. At least it's cute.” she raised her hands in defense before walking towards the cashier to pay for her owm choice of underwear.
“It's perfect.” you mumbled, seemingly hypnotized by your fingers running through the material in your hands.
Two half empty boxes of chinese food laid carelessly open on Yoongi's table while a black and white movie you both had lost interest in played in the background. Your head was leaning against the armrest, legs extended across his couch as your feet rested on his lap and his hands had found their way to your knees, drawing random patterns on your skin. You raised your gaze to look at him, with his feet propped on the table in front of him, his chest moving up and down in slow motions and his head leaning back on the couch's back with his eyes closed.
“Yah, are you asleep?” you lightly kicked one of his thighs with your foot and his hand instantly wrapped around your ankle, stilling your movements.
“No.”
“Then why are your eyes closed?” you tried tearing your foot away from his grip, causing him to use both hands to stop you from moving.
“I'm tired.”
“Why did you ask me to come around if you were just going to fall asleep?” you kept figdeting your legs over his lap, trying to get a reaction out of him and knowing perfectly he was growing impatient and close to losing his temper under his composed demeanor. He didn't answer, not being able to voice out he had started to find something so satisfying, so calming and so sufficient about your presence being near.
“If you don't stop moving, I swear...” he warned, a menacing growl leaving his mouth.
“What? Are you going to punish me?”
His eyes shot up and a jolt of excitement ingited in the pit of your stomach.
You covered your mouth with the back of your hand, trying to muffle a smirk by biting on the nail of your index finger when he moved his head to the side and made eye contact with you.
Your smile was ripped away from your face as he sat up and kneeled in front of you, gripping both your ankles and dragging you across the couch in a swift motion until his body was between your legs and yours under him. He placed both hands on either side of your head and lowered himself, admiring your hair sprawled messily on the cushions, your flushed cheeks and your parted lips letting heavy pants out of your mouth.
“Don't you ever get tired of being a bad girl?” he mumbled in that familiar low voice you already recognized too quickly, lips ghosting against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and you couldn't help but to reach up, trying to close the gap between the two of you. You whined when he pulled away, not letting you kiss him. Right when you were about to complain, he sat back and his hands undid the zipper of your jeans. Before you could say a word, he had roughly slided them down your legs and threw them somehwere on the floor.
He proceeded to take his shirt off too, dropping it next to your already forgotten trousers and your mouth watered as it always did whenever he exposed some skin to you. Then his hands gripped your knees and pulled them apart, exposing your clothed but newly dampen core to him, eliciting a gasp from you
You lifted your hands to try to bring him closer once again, wanting to feel his chest against yours; desiring to find out if the beating of his heart matched the rhythm of yours. But his hands took a hold of both of your wrist and placed them on either side of your head, going back to his previous position.
“Yoongi.” you whimpered, not really sure of what you were asking him for, not really sure if you were asking for anyhting at all.
That's when he pushed his jean clad erectiong against you, drawing out yet another gasp from your lips. You echoed his name in a moan when he repeated his actions, this time, making you wrap your legs out of instinct around his waist.
He buried his face in your neck this time, tongue dancing along your skin and teeth dragging your flesh between them, surely leaving yet another pretty bruise like the many ones he had left already on your body. One of his hands untangled from yours and travelled down south to where you needed him most and you sighed in content when his fingers pushed your drenched underwear to the side without hesitation. He ran them up and down your wet lips, making you close your eyes shut as one of his fingers entered you out of sudden.
There was no need for him warn you or for him to wait for you to adjust, your own juices already being enough lubrication to prepare you for him. Inserting another finger up to his knuckles, he pumped them in and out of you all the while you moans and throaty curses filled the air He lifted his head from your neck and looked at your beautiful face as he fucked you with his fingers, each time faster and deeper than before.
“I'm never going to get tired of seeing you like this.” he rasped, making you open your eyes to meet his, your heart skipping a beat and the room spinning around you as a flash of fear crossed his expression. Almost as if he realized his mistaked, as if he realized how wrong what he had said was, the motion of his hand slowed down gradually as he looked at you and opened his mouth, maybe trying to find the words to apologize, maybe to take what he said back, you didn't care. You didn't listen. You didn’t want to listen.
So you just brought his head closer with the hand he had abandoned on the couch earlier and pressed your lips to his in a needy and rough kiss. He kissed back without a doubt, and his hand started moving again while your tongues fervently greeted each other
He swallowed your moans with his mouth and you managed to tell him to get rid of his pants between kisses. He obliged, leaving the foreplay aside. He didn't even take them off completely, only reaching down to unzip himself and free his erection, spreading your juices over it a couple times before pulling your thin panties aside and entering you, finally.
You both moaned in delight and pulled back from the kiss momentarily to catch your breaths. You didn't look at each other as he moved inside of you at a relatively fast peace, keeping your eyes closed. One of his hands gripped your thigh, bringing you closer and digging his digits on your flesh as the other held his weight up next to your head. Although he ended up dropping it and wrapping it around your other thigh as well as he kept fucking into you, hiding his face once again in the crook of your neck. Your nails scratched his back and you felt his already sweaty skin under the palm of your hands.
The distant sound of the long forgotten main characters in the movie in the background complimented the noise his hips made as they snapped against yours and mixed with his muffled groans and your probably too loud gasps. It didn't take long for the two of you to reach your climax, making you pull at his hair as you clenched around him when he stilled inside of you and dug his teeth in your shoulder, filling your walls up with his release.
Both of you stayed quiet for a while, just holding onto each other until he slipped out of you. You almost groaned in protest, loving a little too much the feeling of being so close and so connected to one another. You could tell his lips curled up in a smile against your skin as he lifted the two of you up from the couch after making sure your legs were still tightly wrapped around his hips. Then he lead the way to his bedroom.
You woke up in the middle of the night with Yoongi's sleeping form next to you. You weren't even sure if you had slept at all. It might have been seconds or maybe a good quarter of an hour. You didn't know, but you still couldn't pull yourself to look away from his face. His arms underneath the pillow supported his cheek, his blonde hair fell again over his closed eyes and his plump and chapped lips were ajar while the sheet covered his naked lower half.
You craved to reach out and push his golden locks to the side, to carress his cheekbones and his nose and to kiss his swollen lower lip -the small wound inflicted by yourself a mere hour ago before he had collapsed next to you, exhausted.-, but there was something holding you back.
Not really sure of what his words meant earlier, you still remember how the air around you had shifted and how your throat had shut down and the way your heart had faltered inside your chest. You felt, for the very first time since your deal with Yoongi was set, like maybe, possibly, perhaps, not everything was as feigned as you two tried so hardly to establish.
You were sure the way he made you feel could not be fabricated, you were sure the joy you felt just by getting a message from him or seeing him waiting out for you outside school was not a performance. You were never that good of an actress, anyway. And the sentence he worded out earlier made you wonder if it hid exactly what you were thinking it hid. You wondered if it hid what you, yourself, were hiding.
You knew deep down that it would eventually all come to an end and that thinking otherwise was just deluding yourself. You knew that, as you admired him on his sleep, ending it all in that very moment was the right thing to do. You knew that you should probably get out of bed, put your clothes back on and leave without looking back. Then you would text him saying the deal was over and you would part different ways, as it was suppossed to happen from the start.
But the one thing you weren't sure of was the terror overpowering the inside of your chest. The same dismay that made your heart speed up and that had been preventing you from getting sleep for the last couple of weeks. You also weren't sure what the cause of your anxiety was, but something told you it had to do with the blonde haired boy laying down next to you and the thought of not seeing or touching him ever again.
You also knew there was only one way to conclude your pact, as painful as it would be for one or the two of you.
You sat up, careful not to disturb Yoongi's sleep and pulling one of his sweatshirts lying on the floor over your naked body. Your gaze immediately shifted over Yoongi's music equipment and computer and you stood up, tip-toeing silently and eyeing the desk until your eyes came across exactly what you were looking for.
You took the small USB pen drive between your fingers. The small device containing every single bit of musical creations Yoongi owned, every single bit of his individuality and originality as an artist, every single one of his dreams, his stories, his pain, his past, his passion and his future.
You squeezed your eyes shut and inhaled a deep breath, shaky fingers shoving the pen drive into the pocket of your jacket hanging over his chair.
“What are you doing?” Yoongi's groggy voice startled you and made you turn around, heart beating out of your chest as you looked at him. With his hair disheveled hair, rubbing his swollen eyes and slightly yawning. “Come back to bed. It's cold.” he said, opening up the sheets and motioning at the spot you had left a couple minutes ago.
The sudden urge to cry was almost too strong, but you procured to swallow back the lump in your throat, letting a smile overtake your features and making your way to the mattress. You crawled until you were next to him again, your back to his chest. His hands sneaked around your waist and you laced your fingers with his as he spooned you from behind while his body heat started to warm yours up.
And then the little voice in your head told you in a mocking and sing-song tone they way you felt around him had nothing to do with his body's temperature, more so with the gentle kiss he placed on the back of your neck, the feeling of his steady bread fanning over your hair, and the pleasent and already too familiar scent emanating from his pillow and, above all, how at home it felt to be surrounded by Min Yoongi.
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