#bts domestic fluff

[mikrokcsmos]

Kith

synopsis; in which Jin can’t resist the adorable toddler antics of his daughter, not even when he’s on a vlive.

pairing; dad!seokjin x mom!reader

genre; fluff, humor, drabble, idol au, domestic au, dad au, vlive au, married au

warnings; just Jin being the sweetest dad ever 🥹

rating; PG-13

w/c; 707

a/n; but like, can y’all picture it as much as I have? this is something he would most definitely do for his little one and I’m not SOBBING you are!!!! ps - kith is how I used to say ‘kiss’ when I was young as well as say ‘lippy’ when I wanted to wear lipstick/chapstick sooooo that’ll be incorporated in this fic. 😙

Jin could hear the shuffle of tiny feet and loud giggles before his office door swung open, only to slam back against the wall. He made an involuntary wince, nervous chuckle spilling out.

In an instant the vlive was flooded with the same topic of comments, more than well aware who the culprit was behind the noise from previous streams.

OMG WHERE IS SHE????

ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE SHE’S BEEN ON HERE!!!

You tried, you really tried.

There was only so much you could do to entertain your 3 year old daughter while her father did his vlive in the other room. From Barbie’s, to cars, to board games, to books, to arts and crafts, to dance parties, to glitter, to glam —

Which unfortunately for Jin, was the last thing you both did before your daughter decided that enough was enough and your makeover was complete so now she was determined to do daddy’s as well.

By the time your exhausted body was able to make it to his office, she had already made herself comfortable on his lap. She was waving at the camera and smiling wide, lipstick stained teeth being shown to who knows how many people tonight. Jin’s eyes flicker up to meet your apologetic ones behind the camera, mouth opening to assure you that it was okay, when your daughter decided she had other plans.

“Daddy, lippy!” She demanded, thrusting her small hands your way. You raise a brow at her, crossing your arms over your chest.

Your voice is calm, but stern.

“What do we say, love?”

She pouts cutely, bottom lip jutting out as she sinks into her father’s embrace at your ‘mom’ voice.

“Pwease, can I have lippy?”

“Well, baby, that depends on daddy and if he wants to wear lippy.”

All it takes is one puppy dog eyed look from his daughter and he’s sighing in defeat, nodding his head at you and putting his hand out towards you to grab the lipstick container from you.

You mouth the words ‘sorry, honey’ as you give it to him. He gives you a playful glare, but smiles to let you know not to take him seriously. Sitting off to the side, still behind the camera, you sit down on the large bean bag your husband insisted he needed in his home office.

You watch the chaos unfold with a content smile. Your daughter turns around in his lap, and once he hands her the uncapped lipstick, all caution gets thrown to the wind. Once she deems him to be done, she looks over at you with one last demand from her tiny, devious little mind.

She brings her hands out wide, to then quickly smash them together with a loud clap.

“Now, kith!”

You and Jin look at each other, having a silent conversation. In the end, he just shrugs his shoulders and leaves the decision up to you. You close your eyes, letting out a quiet exhale, before you heave yourself back up to stand, walking over to them the short distance and into the view of the camera for the first time.

The comments begin to explode over what they see, but not from the sweet kiss you have with your husband, no.

It’s because of your very obvious, pregnant belly that sticks out like a sore thumb. Something you both have kept secret for 7 months now.

When you pull away, he plants a kiss on your white oversized t-shirt wearing belly, leaving a perfect lipstick stain of his lips. You lean your body sideways against him, and his head lays on your belly. Your daughter gives a small kiss of her own and when you stare at the monitor of your perfect little soon to be family of four, your heart bursts with both warmth and love.

Your daughter lets out a big yawn, and Jin just laughs, patting her head.

“Alright, looks like it’s time to sign off. Thank you everyone for joining and all of the congratulations and well wishes for the new baby. Till next time, bye!”

As if all of you planned it prematurely, you all pucker your lips at the camera while you wave, and give the heart sign.

#kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin x you #seokjin x reader #seokjin x you #jungkook angst #jin x you #jin x reader #jin fluff #jin angst #jin humor #kim seokjin #bts kim seokjin #jin drabble #drabble #short drabble #dad au #domestic au

[yoonlattesworld]

Need you so bad

Main masterlist

Husband yoongi x wife reader one shot

Synopsis: in which, you feel like he doesn't love you anymore which was the result of him working and neglecting you for almost a month. So of course he has to show you how much he needs you.

Genre/warnings: married au,fluff, smut , angst, unprotected sex,breeding kink,dom yoongi, slight fingering, dry humping, husband yoongi, needy sex,yearning,edging,sir kink.

Taglist (open) ♡ @bunnyrhe @rosquilleta @creatorspalace @raineandskye @shymagda-7 @yoonaasa

Author's pov

You sighed watching the empty side of bed where your husband was supposed to be. The sheets were cold meaning he has been gone since hours. You lost count of how many times it has been that he came home late after you fell asleep and went to work early when you were still sleeping. The only time you can manage to see him was if you wake up at early hours so you could catch him before he left. It almost made you feel as if he's doing it on purpose so he doesn't have to see you.

You know you shouldn't feel like this. You have always known that he is very passionate about his work and take pride in it. But you can't help it. Not when it's been almost a month since you properly saw him. Hugged him, kissed him. When was the last time you even had a proper conversation with him? Are you the only one who misses him? Does he not feel this way? And even as you miss just being with him, your body yearns for him too. And it hurts to think that you're the only one who is yearning for him when it's been more than a month since you both had any intimacy.

You sniffle quietly and brush away the small tear that managed to escaped before getting up to take a shower. Even while brushing your teeth,you miss him when you're suddenly reminded of the time when you both used to brush together when you were dating. Or when you both would share a sweet, innocent kiss after brushing which would sometimes turn into a more heated one. Which would end up with you pinned against the shower wall. Even in those times,you felt safe,loved.

Sighing you got out of the shower and wore one of his hoodie over some comfortable pajama pants. You were planning to go grocery shopping today but now you just want to crawl back on the bed and silently sit by yourself. After drinking your coffee, you busied yourself with work in hopes of not thinking about him. You're sure you cleaned the whole house spotless by noon and realized it was almost 2 pm. Not having the mood to make a proper meal you ate your favorite ramen. You were going to eat alone anyway.

You managed to go through half a day without having constantly reminded of him, thanks to all the chores. But now after eating, you realized you had nothing to do anymore other than sitting on the couch alone with a thin blanket wrapped around you.Mindlessly changing the channels, you don't know when you picked up your phone. Or when you scrolled through his number. But before you could stop yourself, your thumb had already clicked on his number and only when you heard the ring, did you realized what you had done.

A ring went by and you immediately panicked when his deep voice was heard. "Hello? Y/n are you alright?"

Your heart soared. His first response to your unexpected call was to make sure you're fine. Well you couldn't blame him because you never called him during work hours. "Y/n? Baby you there?" Oh you forgot the call was on. Clearing your throat you responded "y-yeah I'm alright "

It was silent for a moment before he said "you sure? You don't usually call me around this time"

Great now you even made him worried. Feeling tears welling up you said "I'm fine i-i just wanted to know if you're coming home tonight? Are you busy right now?" You didn't noticed the small crack in your voice but he did.

"I'm in a middle of something but i can come home right now babygirl. Are you sure you're fine?"

Hearing the concern in his voice only made more tears fill in your eyes and you only felt worse knowing you disturbed him when he was working. "Oh" you sniffled pulling the blanket tighter and mumbled "n-no you don't need to come home it's okay just make sure to take a break and eat properly. Bye" you went to hang up knowing you'll start sobbing if you heard his voice any longer but he wasn't going to let you do that.

"Y/n don't hang up" hearing his deep voice your thumb froze over the red icon and you hesitantly placed the phone back over your ear. You can imagine him running his hair through his hair right now. Sometimes he did when he was stressed or frustrated. "Talk to me doll. What happened?"

Not being able to hide it,a sob ripped through your throat. A sound that immediately send yoongi into a frenzy of worries. Feeling his heart clenching at the broken sound he stood up from his office chair "y/n? Baby what's wrong? Are you hurt? What happened?" He was about to take his suit jacket when the next words you whispered halted his steps.

"Do you still love me?" Silence was all you heard through the other line making you doubt your actions. You chewed on your bottom lip nervously not hearing any response . Another second went by before you uttered "y-yoongi?-"

"What did you say?" Your eyes widened when you heard the anger in his voice. It seemed more than anger. Almost fury. "Y/n. What did you say?" You were biting your bottom lip so hard you winced when you tasted the metallic liquid. Taking a deep shaky breath, you whispered "do you love me anymore?"

The line went dead silent before you looked at the phone surprised when you realized yoongi hung up. He cut the call. What does that mean? You let out a muffled sob, trying to hide the sound by your hands as more tears spilled from your eyes. Sniffling you wiped your face and stood up, going to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. You're almost sure he won't come home today. You just want to go back to the time when he was sweet boyfriend. Why did this have to happen? What if there is someone else? Someone better than you?

After drinking the water you went over to the sink to wash your face, to get rid of the dry tears. After wiping your face you took a shaky breath, making your way towards the stairs but then you heard the door lock beeping signaling someone is entering the password. Turning around a little surprised, you started walking towards the living room. No one usually comes here around this time that's why you were a little startled. But what surprised you more was when the door was ripped open and you saw your husband yoongi walking inside with long strides. His face holding a furious expression. Looking at him with wide eyes you said "y-yoongi?"

He looked at you as if he wanted to devour you as he walked towards you with dominant steps. His jaw was clenched and before you could say anything, he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you flush towards you and smashed his lips on yours causing you to stumble back with a gasp as your hands found their place on his chest. His grip around you tighten and he let out an almost animalistic growl kissing you harder which had you gasping for air as you struggled to keep up with his pace. His other hand went to the back of your head and he gripped your hair pulling you ina deeper kiss causing you to whimper.

"Y-yoongi what's g-gotten into you" you gasped in between the kiss as he continued sucking and biting your lips till they were red and bruised. "How dare you" he groaned with his hand going down inside your pajamas and you gasped as he roughly pushed your panties aside and only now did you realized how wet you got just by him kissing you. A small whimper left your lips when his long fingers came in contact with your womanhood. "Fuck" he whispered kissing and sucking bruises on the sensitive skin of your neck, feeling the wetness on his fingers. "How dare you question my love for you" he growled rubbing harsh circles on your clit causing you to arch your back, as you gripped his arms to support yourself "o-oh yoongi " you moaned as his speed increased and his long finger entered into your tight cunt. Thrusting his finger in and out of your weeping hole, you cried out as he added another finger in, feeling your climax approaching quickly. "Ah yoongi please" you whimpered holding onto his shoulders for dear life as the feeling became too much and just as you were about to come,he pulled his hand back causing you to whimper at the sudden emptiness "no yoongi please"

He slapped your butt roughly and grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against him causing you to gasp as you felt his hardness against you. "You were questioning my love for you? I'll show you much i love you y/n " he murmured moving your hips against his, so that your cunt was rubbing against his hard length "yoongi" you gasped as he suddenly picked you up causing you to wrap your arms around his neck, with your face buried in his neck. His arms around you tighten as he kicked the door shut with his leg and threw you on the bed causing you to gasp as he ripped off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Pulling you up with one hand he took your hoodie off and threw in on the floor along with your pajamas, groaning as your bare chest came in his view. "Fuck" he hissed coming on top of you amd wrapped his lips around your hardening nipple, massaging your other breasts with one hand as small moans spilled from your lips with your fingers running through his hair.

As he sucked marks all over your chest, his lips came on yours, and he noticed the small bruise on your lips. He didn't need to be told how that happened because he knows that you have a habit of biting your lips when you're nervous. His eyes softened for a moment and he pressed a soft, gentle kiss on your bottom lip before his eyes hardened and he took off his belt and pants along with his briefs, freeing his length which slapped against his abdomen and you whimpered in want, watching the precum already forming . "Yoongi " you whispered, feeling your already damp panties dampening more at the sight. You gasped as he growled and slapped your ass harshly "watch your mouth" "yes sir" you whimpered as his hand went towards your panties and he easily ripped the fabric causing you to gasp at his roughness as he came down, his length brushing against your wet folds.

Groaning he smashed his lips on yours, his hand blindly guiding yours towards his cock and he growled feeling your small fingers wrapping around his dick "fuck. You feel this? You're the reason I'm so fucking hard right now" he grunted, his hips buckling against your hand as you pumped his length whimpering his name. Gripping your wrist he pinned your hands besides your head, grinding the head of his cock against your clit which had you gasping "sir please i need you" you whimpered pulling your hands to wrap them around him but he didn't let you and only tighten his grip . He groaned feeling your wetness against his cock mumbling "how can you think i don't love you anymore. When i need you so much."

You gasped and whimpered at the stretch when he suddenly slammed his length inside your tight hole, pulling all the out with just his tip inside and then slamming back inside causing you to moan loudly "oh my god sir" "god fucking dammit " he hissed when you clenched around him tightly and gritted his teeth, continuously pulling out and slamming back inside. The pace was animalistic, causing you to jerk back everytime he thrusted In, low groans falling from his lips as his eyes watched your beautiful breasts bouncing with every thrust "fucking questioning my love when all i can think about is you" he grunted fucking into you deeper, with his one hand keeping your hands pinned above your head and other one holding you leg against your chest, which gave him a deeper angel. "I-I'm sorry sir!" You sobbed trying to free your hand to hold him, but he would only hold them more tight "no angel you don't get to touch me. Not after thinking about all that bullshit. What else were thinking about hmm?" You moaned not being able to form a sentence but also because you didn't want to tell him. And as if he could read your thoughts he freed your leg and his hand went down between your bodies to rub your clit which threw you into another level of pleasure "hah oh my god p-please yoongi" you cried out as his movements quickened "fucking tell me" he growled sucking harsh marks on your neck.

You sobbed as tears of pleasure ran down your face gasping out "t-that I'm not good enough argh- that t-there is someone better than me- oh sir!" You moaned loudly as his pace increased. He was rough and unforgiving as he gripped your hips in a bruising grip, with the sound of skin slapping increasing as he pounded inside you "God dammit" yoongi groaned thrusting in with long and powerful thrusts "you think there is someone else? That there is someone better than you? Look here" he grunted holding your chin and your eyes fell on the tattoo which was above his collarbone. You sobbed seeing your name printed on his skin. "You see this?" He said signaling to the necklace dangling around his neck. The one you gave him on your second date. It been 5 years since that day but he still wears it. "it's you" he panted leaning his head against yours. You could think nothing besides how much you love him. How important he is to you.

And so, you whispered it in response looking at him with teary eyes as his own stared into yours "i love you yoongi. I love you so much. I-i was scared" you choked up and his jaw clenched. Leaning down he pressed his lips on yours in a much gentle, and deep kiss. Pouring all his love for you in that kiss. Panting your name he wiped the tears softly as his actions got more gentle. His thrusts getting slower and deeper as you felt your high approaching "i love you more than anything in this damn world. Don't ever question my love for you again " he groaned out feeling his balls tightening "I'm sorry sir" you whimpered and he pressed another deep kiss on your lips, whispering "come for me my love" and you did. Harder than you've ever before. Mouth hanging open in a silent scream with tears running down your face, you let the pleasure wrap around you as his arms held you securely and he moaned your name raspily watching you milking his cock.

You managed to whisper "c-come inside me please" as your legs shook because of the powerful orgasm. He growled at your words "fuck.makes me want to fuck my kid inside you. You want that?" You nodded immediately, whimpering softly "yes please yoongi want your kids. Want to be a mother" he groaned burying his face in your neck mumbling "you'll be the most beautiful mother round with my kids. Fuck! I'm coming- " he let out a long groan as his balls emptied with his cock shooting ropes and ropes of cum inside your quivering pussy "i love you so fucking much" he grunted breathing heavily and you whispered "i love you too" closing your eyes tiredly, wincing as he gently pulled his cock out after a moment. He grunted as some of his cum started dripping out of your womanhood and he collected it on his thumb and pushed it back inside causing you to clench around nothing. "Keep it in" he mumbled patting your butt gently and collapsed besides you with a grunt.

After a second he pulled you close to him, holding you securely as you rested your head against his chest, with your arms wrapping around his torso. He gently held your wrist and rubbed it,frowning as he saw the red bruise "fuck does it hurt?" He mumbled kissing your wrist softly and you shaked your head snuggling into his chest "just a little sore" you whispered sighing against his warmth and he mumbled "I'm sorry angel" you looked at him kissing his jaw softly "it's okay yoon. I was just overthinking " he sighed shaking his head and held you tighter "and i should have been there to stop all those thoughts." You smiled softly rubbing his chest as he kissed your head lovingly "i love you babygirl. I'll always love you. And you're the strongest and most beautiful woman in my life. So don't ever think that there is someone else" you nodded whispering "i love you too yoongi. And I'm sorry for asking that" he chuckled although it sounded sad "it's my fault that i made you doubt us. I'm sorry sweetheart " "it's okay mr min" you giggled teasingly tracing the tattoo lightly "when did you got this done?" "Few days ago. But i forgot to show you" he smiled sheepishly causing you to giggle more.

Noticing your eyes dropping with every second he kissed your forehead and mumbled "sleep babygirl. I'll be here when you wake up" you hummed closing your eyes whispering "i love you " "i love you too angel" he murmured watching you slipping into a deep slumber.

When you asked that question, it made him realize just how long he has been neglecting you, his beautiful wife who has been with him with every step in his life. And he was furious at himself for making you feel that way when all you deserve was all the love from him. Sighing tiredly he held you tighter, a small smile making its way to his lips when a sudden thought of a baby's laugh bouncing in this house came to his mind.

~▪︎~

If 6 years ago someone had told him that he would be holding his sleeping wife and his beautiful daughter his arms,he would laughed at the person. Because never did he thought that he would become a successful husband and a dad in the near future. But when you stirred in his arms, whispering a small "yoongi " in your sleep, hugging him and your daughter tighter, he is so glad that you, a freshman in college got locked with him, a senior in his last year, in a classroom whose door was damaged.

Because that was the day he felt like he was alive again,when you looked at him with your wide doe eyes, in that pretty white sweater with those big glasses,and the moment you called him in a panicked state "sunbae i think we are locked " he knew he was in love.

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[soephiphany]

The one with the petnames

Jungkook x f!reader ( i did this thinking bout me, that's why it's f)

Warning: just fluff and a very slight make out

A/n: It's small and sweet, hopefully

(it got me delulu tho, when i was reading back)

This old btw, from like one or so month ago,

Ik, I've been inactive, sorry:/

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"... And so, i told her to look on the other sec-" you stared at the man in front of you "Jungkook, are you listening?"

He took his gaze from your soft legs back to your face "yeah"

"I see that"

"No, i am listening" he nods and continues the little patterns he was making on your legs "Anyways... Than she say that it wasn't available anym-"

"How can it be so soft?" He blurted out, not thinking but deep in thought.

"What? ... The book..?" "Nuh uh" Jungkook shakes his head with a little grin "You"

"What?" You couldn't hide your flustered face with your poor fidgeting and honestly it's annoying how easy flustered he gets you.

"I mean.. Your skin-no, your legs- Hm-Yeah, it's soft.. " he stutters his way out with a pink tint laying on his cheek and you let out a chuckle you barely tried to hide. You guide your fingertips through his beautiful inked arm all the way to his gorgeous and silky dark locks "You're so cute, Kook"

The doe eyes turns a bit wide with the unsual nickname. It's not like you aren't affectionate with him, you just can't gather yourself up enough to call him Kook without laughing - cause the word reminds you of a funny word in your mother language and you're also just not very fond with it- so the fact that you actually called him that sweet pet name he loves without scrunching your face up, it's a victory. He's too shy to make any word and already embarrassed for not being able to say it back -anything, really- so he just settle with hiding his face on your chest and giggling softly.

"I'm not"

"Your actions say otherwise" your chest vibrates with the sweet chuckle that rushes through your body. "Ya, Jungkook-ah, don't need to be shy" you tease him winning a small pinch on your sides and he mumbles something that fades in your dress shirt -or better, his dress shirt-

"You really like that nickname, huh?" Finally being able to see your man again, you melt when your eyes meet his starry ones, so endearing and lovely.

"I love it so much" not true. It's true that he's very fond of it but it's not something he gets all worked up about, but oh, when you say it, it gives it a new meaning, a new light. Your bright smile send shiver down his form and he can't hold himself from kissing you. Very lightly, gently, like you're made of glass. "You're adorable" the whipped man mutters into your mouth and grins before drowning on you again. Your mouths connected like puzzles, his sweet tongue licking your bottom lip as you grasp his hair and lock your fingers in it, massaging his scalp. Humming into the kiss, Jungkook's tongue finally meets yours when you give him a open mouth kiss, enough for him to slide in. Lips wet with drool that doesn't actually leave your mouth, tongue's dancing the most beautiful song, love. He softly breaks the kiss, leaving some small pecks behind because he's never full of you.

"Please call me that forever" his bunny smile on display and his sleepy eyes, dozed out from all the love he was receiving.

"Do you like it that much?" His bangs falls on his forehead and on top of his eyes when he nods. You giggle and peck his mouth and that pretty nose of his "I got a better thing to call you" you whisper removing his bangs of his eyes.

"Hm, what is it?" He hums kissing lightly the corner of your mouth, then your nose, the bridge of your nose, temples, cheeks and lastly mouth, doing a dramatically 'muah' sound when he distance his face from yours.

"Husband" the way the letters slip out of your mouth making it look so natural has he thinking of how many times did you thought about it. A lot, you thought about it a lot. You love Jungkook, you can't imagine yourself without him, so what's better than have him forever? Being yours forever, just like you're his.

"I take back what i said" his hands travel through your sides as he moves your body gently until your legs are on each of his thighs making you straddle him "i want this one" he could drown on the sounds of your giggle and how it lights up the small candle underneath his heart, warming it.

"I like this one better too" he blinks slowly taking in every single thing you have, your embrace, your voice, smell, energy. He just wants all for him, forever.

"Soon, then" he thinks you're cute when your eye wide at his words.

"Soon?"

"Yeah, soon you'll be Mrs.Jeon, my beloved wife" the 'argh' sound you make cause him to throw his head back laughing, relaxing it in the head of the sofa (*sorry, idk how it calls in english*) and you take this opportunity to leave sweet pecks around his neckline, neck and jaw, creating a trail of love in his body, gently marking him yours.

"I can't wait... I love you, Jungkook" his eyes stop smiling as he stares at you frowning a bit.

"It's husband, not Jungkook" you laugh fidgeting the hem of his shirt in a shy manner.

"Okay, sorry." You take his face between your hands and gaze deep into his eyes "i love you, husband" and that's when he knew, he was down for.

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Just a lil something i wrote a while ago as a small thought and it's finally here :)

Yes I'm a simp and basically i don't really know how to do angst so big part (all) of my posts will be fluff,

I don't mind tho, I'm a hopeless romantic and i need to be fed.

Well, kisses and cheeses like we say in Brazil,

Soo Soo 🌼

#Jungkook fluff #jungkook drabble #bts fluff #bts fanfction #drabble #domestic jungkook #jungkook fiction #jungkook #fluff jungkook #jeongguk #its cute and nice and im in love w him

[bloody-bee-tea]

Everything

Suguru is reading on the couch when Satoru spills himself all over him, no regard for Suguru’s book at all.

“Suguru,” Satoru whines, dragging his name out obnoxiously long and even though Suguru doesn’t take his eyes off his book, he does bury his fingers in Satoru’s silky hair, letting him know that he’s listening.

“My parents scheduled a date for me tonight,” Satoru tells him after enjoying the head scratches for a little bit and Suguru hums as he flips a page.

Since Satoru invaded his personal space like that he hasn’t been reading, not really, but it’s fun to rile him up like this, and just as expected, Satoru pawns at the book like an unruly cat.

“Suguru, are you listening to me?” he demands to know and Suguru lowers the book with a sigh.

“I’m always listening to you, you know that, Satoru. It’s nice that you have a date but did you forget that we’re meeting the others today?”

“I did not,” Satoru grumbles and he seems displeased. “Couldn’t reschedule though.”

“That sucks,” Suguru says, carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair in a steady motion. “You’re still coming with me first, though?”

“Of course I am! I told that guy to pick me up at Nanami’s place. But I’m going to miss out on so much fun.”

He kind of will, that much is true, but Satoru already looks so dejected that Suguru doesn’t have the heart to tell him.

“It will be boring after you leave, and if something funny happens, I’ll make sure to tell you.”

“You better,” Satoru sighs out and turns on his side, burying his face in Suguru’s stomach. “I’m gonna miss you.”

At that, Suguru chuckles because Satoru is being unreasonable and clingy. Not that Suguru minds it much.

“It’s going to be one evening. A few hours. We spent longer apart,” he reminds him and he feels more than he hears Satoru heave out a sigh.

“And I hated every second of that, too,” he petulantly says and curls himself up close, tucks all his long limbs as close to Suguru as he can get, his arms around Suguru’s middle as if he’s afraid that Suguru is going to get up and leave him there on his own.

“You big baby,” Suguru teases him gently and then pulls Satoru up and close despite Satoru’s initial protest, until he’s curled up in his lap, with his face pressed into Suguru’s throat. Satoru went slack the moment he started to understand what Suguru wanted and he’s resting heavily and solidly against Suguru.

Just like they both like it.

“So you didn’t mind it at all?” Satoru asks after a moment, and since they are so close Suguru can feel the minute tension in him, knows that the answer is important.

But it’s not as if Satoru has anything to worry about.

“I minded it so much,” Suguru easily gives back, because it’s true.

When he’s not with Satoru it always feels as if a vital part of himself is missing and it’s jarring, to say the least. He can deal with it for a few hours—it would be downright detrimental if he couldn’t—but the whole day had been hard.

“I couldn’t relax or concentrate the entire day. You know that. I’ve told you before.”

“I like hearing it again, though,” Satoru admits and Suguru hides his smile in Satoru’s hair.

“It only felt right again when you were back,” Suguru goes on and he still remembers that moment.

Satoru had draped himself all over Suguru the moment he stepped back into the apartment and Suguru had clung to him harder than probably necessary. Things only started to feel right again in that moment, as if a missing piece was sliding back into place.

Shoko is adamant that something about them is very wrong, that this co-dependency cannot possibly be healthy, but Suguru doesn’t mind it. Especially not since he knows that Satoru feels the same.

“Good,” Satoru breathes out, his breath tickling Suguru’s skin and making a shudder run down his back. “We still have time, right?”

Suguru cranes his neck to check the clock. “Yeah. At least half an hour. You can nap.”

“Perfect,” Satoru happily wriggles around in Suguru’s lap until he has found the perfect position to be in—which is exactly like it was before—and then he goes lax.

Suguru would call him out on faking it, if he didn’t know that Satoru really can fall asleep just like that, and so instead he tightens his arms around Satoru a little bit more, pulls him impossibly closer and then rests his cheek on Satoru’s head.

It’s his favourite position to be in and surely he can close his eyes for a moment, too, more than content to have Satoru in his arms like that and feel him breathing.

Suguru is sure that he can even feel Satoru’s heartbeat, in tandem with his own, and he wants to stay like this forever.

~*~*~

“Eh, guys?” Haibara unsurely says as he comes back from the door and everyone expectantly looks at him.

Everyone except Satoru, because he’s busy playing with Suguru’s fingers, his head on Suguru’s shoulder and pressed into his side. He has been in that position for almost the entire evening.

“Who is it?” Nanami asks, a frown on his face because clearly he doesn’t have any more friends than those that are currently gathered in his living-room.

“There’s a guy there who says he’s here to pick up Gojo for a date?”

Silence falls over the living-room and everyone immediately looks at them. Satoru continues to pretend that he didn’t hear and Suguru pokes him in the head.

“Did you hear that, your date is here,” he says and sighs when Satoru stubbornly continues to play with his fingers.

He only looks up when Suguru takes his hand back, ruffling his hair to make it sting less, but of course there’s a pout on his face.

“You’re so mean to me, Suguru,” Satoru says to which Suguru only rolls his eyes.

“Go on your damn date,” Suguru chides him. “You asked him to pick you up here, so off you go.”

He attempts to push Satoru off the couch, but of course Satoru clings to Suguru as if his live depends on it until he finally allows himself to slide off.

Suguru is under no assumption that he had anything to do with that.

“Fine, fine, I’m going. You better not have fun without me,” he says to everyone in the room, his trademark grin plastered back on his face and Suguru chuckles at his antics.

“We’re going to have so much fun,” Shoko says easily, like everyone kinda expected her to, but her gaze is intense and it’s entirely focused on Suguru.

It’s starting to make him uncomfortable.

“Well, I’m going to have so much fun, too,” Satoru shoots back in a childish manner and then he’s out of the door without a look back.

Immediately that feeling of something missing sets in, like it always does when Satoru isn’t in the room with him, and it only gets more pronounced when Suguru notices that everyone keeps staring at him.

“What?” he asks, distinctly uncomfortable with the attention, especially since he doesn’t understand.

“You’re okay with that?” Nanami asks him, nodding at the door.

“With Satoru?” Suguru asks in confusion, because why wouldn’t he be okay with Satoru?

“With him going on a date,” Shoko corrects him and Suguru shrugs.

“Sure. I mean, he told me about it, that his family scheduled another date for him and besides. What does him going on a date have to do with me?”

The stares get more intense.

“But he’s your boyfriend,” Haibara almost yells out. “How can you be okay with him going on a date with another guy?”

Now this brings Suguru up short.

“My boyfriend? Who? Satoru?” The confusion must be clear on his face because everyone shares a concerned look before they focus back on Suguru.

“You two are in a relationship, are you not?” Nanami asks, more careful than Suguru is used to from him and it makes Suguru’s mind go blank.

“We’re not,” he carefully says because it’s not like that between them.

“I saw you two kissing,” Shoko reminds him as if that should mean something but Suguru shrugs.

“He was upset and you know how he is with physical contact,” Suguru explains and he remembers that day well, mostly because it’s the only time he ever kissed Satoru.

They had been hanging out at Shoko’s place for once, when Satoru had gotten a phone call from his family. Those always leave him rattled even when they go over kind of okay-ish, but that one clearly hadn’t because he had been visibly upset after hanging up.

Suguru had ached to make it better, to soothe him, to reassure him that he would be always there for him and kissing him had just seemed like the best option.

It had worked, too.

But clearly Suguru’s explanation doesn’t actually clear up anything for the others because they stare just as incredulously at him as before.

“Suguru, you can’t be for real,” Shoko finally says. “You’re telling me that there is nothing going on between the two of you? That you don’t love him?”

“Of course I love him,” Suguru immediately replies, because it’s one of the very few truths Suguru has in his life.

The sky is blue, the grass is green and Suguru loves Satoru. It’s always been like that.

“Okay, but, you’re in love with him,” Haibara says as if that should make a difference but it actually doesn’t.

“So?”

“So, he’s out on a date. With another man,” Nanami tries to explain.

“He’ll be home by eleven at the latest, so what does it matter?” Suguru asks, honestly confused about the concerned looks he keeps getting.

“What if he isn’t?” Shoko asks. “What if he decides to go home with that guy?”

It makes Suguru flinch but he knows Satoru wouldn’t. He would never.

“Just imagine it,” Nanami now says as well, leaning forward. “Just imagine him going home with someone who is not you. Can you imagine them kissing?”

Satoru’s date is just a faceless person to Suguru, just like all the other guys his family tried to set him up with before, so it’s actually hard to imagine that but when he tries, when he really tries, his stomach lurches.

“Now imagine them cuddling on your couch,” Shoko edges him on and Suguru dutifully does that, too.

He imagines Satoru clinging to someone else the same way he clings to Suguru and this time, his heart misses a beat.

“And now imagine Gojo going to his own room at night, with someone who is not you, instead of crawling into your bed,” Haibara eagerly says and just hearing him say that makes Suguru sick to his very core.

“He would never,” he chokes out but Shoko shakes his head.

“Doesn’t matter right now. This is about you and how that makes you feel. How does it make you feel, Geto?”

It’s clear she doesn’t expect an answer because a downright mean smile is on her face and Suguru covers his face with his hands.

“Makes me feel like shit,” he still whispers out, his entire being shaken by this revelation.

He never worried about this before, always certain that it’s him and Satoru, that Satoru would always come back to him, and he’s upset that this little mind game would leave him so rattled.

“Because you’re in love with him.”

Suguru isn’t actually sure who says it, he just knows that it shouldn’t make a difference, that it’s just a fact that has been stated not even five minutes ago but this time it makes his ears ring and his heart beat out of his chest.

“Fuck, I’m in love with him,” he whispers, completely gobsmacked because how can this be such a revelation to him.

He has always loved Satoru, always knew that it would be him and Satoru against the world but this? Adding a romantic notion to it honestly never occurred to him, but of course it makes sense.

It makes so much sense, now that he thinks about it.

“Finally,” Shoko mutters and Suguru comes back to himself. “You are such an idiot.”

His mind is still reeling when his heart drops to the floor.

“He’s out on a date,” he whispers, horrified by the notion that Satoru is out on a date with someone who is not Suguru and his fingers itch with the need to do something.

“Can you—I don’t know, call him back?” Haibara asks and of course.

Of course he can. That’s the first thing Suguru should have thought of.

He gets his phone out, types out a quick I need you to come back home before he pockets it again and then he gets up.

Suguru knows that Satoru will see the message because even when he has his phone on silent he set it so that Suguru is the exception.

“I need to go.”

“Yeah, you better,” Nanami says with a roll of his eyes but he seems fonder than he normally does.

When Suguru passes by Shoko she slaps him on the ass.

“Go get him, tiger,” she says over his yelp and Haibara simply gives him a thumbs up.

It’s only when he’s at the door that he hears a concerned “You think they will be worse after this?” followed by several groans.

Suguru would be offended—they are not bad to begin with—but he actually has places to be and confessions to make.

~*~*~

Satoru arrives at home mere minutes after Suguru does, which is good, actually, because it gives Suguru less time to think about this too much.

He shouldn’t be nervous—it’s just Satoru after all—but that doesn’t stop him from being nervous as hell. Nervous enough that he actually flinches when Satoru enters their apartment.

“Suguru? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Satoru calls out, and Suguru can just imagine how he toes off his shoes in his haste to get inside and he looks exactly as dishevelled and rushed as Suguru imagined when he finally spills into the living-room.

Satoru scans him quickly and then deflates where he stands.

“You’re not hurt,” he breathes out and Suguru can’t help it, he just has to go over and pull Satoru in a hug.

“You’re not hurt, right?” Satoru asks, clearly unsure again and Suguru shakes his head before he presses himself closer.

“I missed you,” he whispers, aware that it’s entirely inadequate to encompass everything he is feeling but it’s at least something.

Satoru lets out a fond chuckle before he scratches at Suguru’s scalp.

“Usually I’m the clingy one, Suguru. It’s barely been an hour, what happened?”

“I’m in love with you,” Suguru breathes out. “Don’t go on any more dates.”

“I’m in love with you, too,” Satoru immediately gives back, but Suguru shakes his head.

Satoru says it like Suguru said it to their friends before, like it’s something that should be clear, but now Suguru knows that it’s not.

He needs to explain this better.

“I’m in romantic love with you, Satoru,” he says as he slightly pushes away from Satoru, just enough to be able to look him in the face. “I want to kiss you. I don’t ever want you to go on a date with anyone else besides me again. I want you to be mine.”

“I am yours,” Satoru easily says, a habit so well practiced that the words are out before he truly comprehends what Suguru said. Suguru knows that because he can pinpoint the exact moment Satoru understands because his eyes go wide and his lips quiver.

“Oh,” Satoru breathes out. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Suguru nods, his heart in his throat.

It doesn’t need to be, Suguru knows that, because this is Satoru and he trusts him with more than his heart, but it only settles when Satoru smiles at him.

“I am yours,” Satoru reiterates and Suguru knows that this time, he understands. “I’m in love with you, too, Suguru, of course I am.” He laughs at his own words, clearly just as surprised and taken off guard as Suguru had been earlier and he’s so pretty Suguru wants to die.

“I love you,” Suguru says and peppers Satoru’s face with kisses, punctuating every one with another whispered I love you and Satoru laughs and laughs.

His laugh tastes like sunshine and love when Suguru finally captures his lips with his and he has to agree with Shoko, however belated it might be.

They truly are idiots because this feels exactly as it did back then when he kissed Satoru for that very first time and it really should have clued him in already. He never wants to stop doing it.

“No more dates,” Suguru breathes out when they part and Satoru pouts at him in a way that makes Suguru want to kiss it off. So he does, because he can now.

“I can’t take you on dates?” Satoru then asks, mischief sparkling in his pretty, pretty eyes and Suguru flutters a kiss over them.

“No more dates with people who are not me,” he amends and Satoru clings to him in a way that makes Suguru wish they could melt together.

“Only with you,” Satoru agrees, his lips against the soft skin of Suguru’s throat and when Suguru somehow manoeuvres them onto the couch, Satoru ends up in his lap again, just like he did earlier that day.

They really should have noticed this sooner, Suguru thinks, as his fingers splay against the milky white skin of Satoru’s waist, as he presses kiss after kiss to Satoru’s forehead.

Well, better late than never, Suguru thinks and pulls Satoru impossibly closer. It’s good that they already had a touchy relationship before because he doesn’t think he could stop this anytime soon.

“I love you,” Suguru says into the crown of Satoru’s head and Satoru hums like a content cat, nudging his nose against Suguru’s chin, before dropping kisses there.

“I love you,” he says in turn and Suguru practically melts into the couch.

It feels exactly the same as before and yet, somehow, it feels like so much more.

It feels like everything.

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[straykidsmoonlight]

SKZ react- you telling them your pregnant as young parents.

A/n: this one is quite a cute one and not rlly part of the main timeline (other than leeknow and Jeongin), but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. Also,tysm for the tips recently guys it means the absolute world💛

Chan:

At first he blinks at you a few times, not quite sure of what to say. Once the initial shock has sunk in, he will pull you into a bear hug, nervously reassuring you that everything is going to be ok

Lino:

“WHAT?!” He will be in disbelief. You start to cry at the look on his face, terrified he’s angry with you. He grabs your hands, telling you that he will stay by your side no matter what you choose to do.

Changbin:

His eyes will fill with sympathy as you tell him. Will pull you gently into a hug, and sit there as you quietly cry into his strong arms.

Hyunjin:

His hand covers his mouth, shock evident on his face, he turns away from you, cursing himself for not being more careful. You talk about how you feel as he gently caresses your back, both of you trying to remain as calm as possible

Jisung:

Poor baby feels so terrible for having accidentally put you in this position. His cheeks puff out as his eyes become sad and ashamed. Hugs you so tight after, gentle tears falling from his eyes as he thinks about what you guys are going to do

Felix:

‘Oh’. Immediately asks if your ok, before pulling you into the tightest hug ever. He knows you guys are young, but he still gets excited for you guys future family together, as long as it’s what you want too,

Seungmin:

Poor boy literally sobs. His day had been terrible already, and now he is scared for his lover, and the decisions you will have to make. Will be so supportive no matter what.

Jeongin:

His hands fly to your stomach, as he gently caresses your belly. “Are you sure?” He questions, as you gently nod your head. Will tell you that he’s ready to be a dad, and will never ever leave your side.

#dad!felix #dad stray kids #domestic stray kids #straykidsasparents #stray kids imagines #stray kids #stray kids lino #stray kids stay #skz jeongin #skz minho #skz imagines #skz fanfic #stray kids as dads #hyunlix #minsung #fluff #K-pop imagines #taehyung #bts jimin #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin imagines #skz bang chan #skz yongbok #skz x oc #skz x reader #skz #skz changbin #skz jisung #skz hyunjin #skz stay

[park-jimin-isnt-real]

𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵

♡ pairing: yoongi x reader (established relationship) ♡ rating: G ♡ genre: domestic fluff ♡ au: summer job ♡ tw: n/a ♡ wc: ~0.8k ♡ track: Miss Right ~ BTS: “I told you many qualifications about my Miss Right, but why you’re my Miss Right is… you are… just you.”

♡ summary: Yoongi specifically took this day off of work because he knew you needed to take a day off. So let him take care of you, goddammit.

♡ an: thanks to @daydreamer-writing for creating this prompt for me. i love you!! this is also going to be a kind of sequel to sugarplum sweetheart, but you don't need to have read that one first. 14 Valen-tans Days masterlist ♡♡ main masterlist

Yoongi woke up to an empty bed and the smell of coffee brewing from the kitchen. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he blindly reached for his phone to check the time. He wasn't even fully awake and the sun hadn't even fully risen yet, and there were already at least two things wrong with the day: coffee was brewing, and the bed was empty.

Yoongi loved you. Yoongi loved you so much that sometimes he didn't know what to do with himself. He forever owed Jimin and his girlfriend for introducing the two of you. You fit together like puzzle pieces or movies and popcorn or a thousand other things he could compare you to.

Right now, however, he was comparing you to an alarm that he thought he turned off but it somehow was still ringing.

You worked as a daycare teacher throughout the year, but you picked up a second job during the summer to make some extra money in the flourishing tourist scene. The problem is that Yoongi would describe you as a workaholic who didn't stop until someone forced you to.

Sighing, tossed his phone to the side and sat up. Today was supposed to be your day off. Yoongi had taken this day off specifically to make sure that you didn't do anything too strenuous. You were right on the verge of working yourself to sickness, and he told you last night that you couldn't get out of bed until after he did.

He knew you felt guilty when you spent time resting, but that was why he was here.

Yoongi walked quietly to the kitchen and took a moment just to watch you. The coffee was done and you were sipping at it slowly while you were dancing around preparing breakfast. You looked like a mess, but you were a hot mess and you were all his.

You needed to go back to bed and get some more sleep.

He padded across the floor and draped himself across your back as you mixed the pancake batter. You let out a quiet giggle. "You're not usually up this early."

"And I told you not to be up this early and that I would take care of things today." He didn't have to be looking at you to know you were rolling your eyes.

"I'm fine, Yoonie," you insisted, trying to hide a sniff. "It's just breakfast."

It was Yoongi's turn to roll his eyes at you. He reached around you to gently pull the whisk from your hand. "And I will finish this while you go back to sleep."

You turned around in his arms and wrapped yours around his shoulders. Yoongi could so clearly see the dark circles beneath your eyes. You needed rest, why were you being so stubborn?

(If the tables were turned, you'd be thinking the same things about him. You had pulled Yoongi from his studio after not seeing him for four days straight, usually with Hobi or Namjoon for backup).

"Yoonie~~" you drew out, "I'm fine, I promise. I'm capable of making breakfast."

"That's not what I said." He kissed the tip of your nose. "Jagiya, this is your first day off in months. Please let me take care of you this time."

He wasn't playing fair. Yoongi knew how hard it was for you to accept help from others, but he also knew you had a hard time telling him no when he so gently begged.

You sighed and laid your head on his shoulders. "I'll go back to bed after breakfast." Yoongi let out a small chuckle. That was fair. The batter was already made, and he didn't want the coffee to go cold. Although, between the two of you, even if it did it wouldn't go to waste.

"Alright, but no more coffee for you."

"Fine." You made no effort to move, content to be leaning against your boyfriend, and said boyfriend normally wouldn't mind, but—

"Jagiya, I need to move so I can make you breakfast." You groaned, but let him go, going to sit down at the table. "I'll be fast, okay? And then I'll wrap myself around you like a koala and we'll take an amazing morning nap together." You let out a sound of agreement and rested your head on your arms.

Yoongi worked quickly, whipping up and cooking the pancakes, even adding some scrambled eggs and bacon. He wasn't going to just let you have some basic-ass breakfast, he was going to go all out for you. You more than deserved it.

Right as he started plating the food to deliver to you, he heard a small snore behind him. Yoongi turned, and you were fast asleep, hunched over on the table. He let out a breathy laugh and set the plate down on the counter.

He gently shook you just awake enough to help you walk back to the bedroom and climb into bed. Hurrying back to the kitchen, he wrapped everything up and stored it in the fridge. Breakfast for lunch sounded just as good.

Then Yoongi went back to join you in bed, wrapping himself around you like a koala, and decided he could use a nap today too.

thanks for reading!!

#bts #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts writing #bts valentines event #writing event #14 valen tans days #yoongi x reader #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #domestic yoongi #monfics

[jvngkook97]

Suga and Spice

pairing; chef!yoongi x female!reader

genre; fluff, humor, smut, established relationship, domestic au, chef au

warnings; mainly just wholesome fluffy content with a sprinkle of spice in the form of shower sex

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 3,588

a/n; missing my other bias and wanted to give him some lurv so here ya go. like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated. <3

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Your head was tilted back, eyes closed, and mouth gaping like a fish out of water. A moan that was on the borderline of being a whimper could be heard within the silence of the room as your partner gave out a sigh of content and on the verge of begging for more—

—he shoves another spoonful of the delicious and perfectly cooked food into your mouth to silence your whining that he knew was coming.

“You’re ridiculous, y/n.”

You opened your eyes to gaze into those of your lover’s and gave him a loopy Cheshire grin.

“How are you even real? Are you secretly AI? Is that how you’re so indescribably good at cooking?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head with mock annoyance, though the slight quirk of the corner of his upper lip said he was thoroughly amused by your shenanigans.

“You know what you should do, Yoongs?”

Dropping his hand to land flat on the table, he gives you his full undivided attention.

“What’s that, y/n?”

“You should marry me.”

He gave you a deadpan expression, and wordlessly grabbed your left hand with one of his own, holding it in front of you with your fingers splayed and used his other hand’s pointer finger to emphasize on the dainty but custom made engagement ring he slipped on your finger only two weeks ago on your birthday.

“Well I’ll be! Would you look at that?”

You leaned over the short distance to give him a chaste kiss on the lips, one he returned in kind without a thought, the action now second nature to the male. Never one to express his inner feelings, he only hopes that through his gestures and actions alone you’re able to feel what he might never say out loud.

Which you do, of course. Especially when you taste his delectable foods that he puts his entire heart and soul into.

“Did you still want to bake tonight? If not, we can just watch a movie or whatever.” He placed his hand over yours on top of the table, thumb mindlessly running over the groves of your knuckles as he asked, his eyes not once leaving yours.

Another thing you loved about Yoongi, that with you, he always maintained eye contact whenever possible. More of his love language coming out for you only.

“Sure! What did you have in mind for tonight, Chef Yoongi?”

He snorted at the formal words that inwardly made him swell with pride when you were the one saying them.

“Let’s make eclair’s. It’s considered a romantic dessert with the added bonus of it uses a lot of eggs so I can go through the extra carton you bought.”

“It was an accident! This is why I tell you it’s better if we shop together for groceries!” You whined childishly, making him crack a grin.

“I was only joking, y/n. But the recipe does call for quite a bit of eggs so it works out.”

Good enough for you. You’ve never made eclairs before, so Yoongi teaches you the ropes. This kind of pastry dough requires near constant mixing, so you trade off when your arms get tired. You eye his strong, toned arms dubiously as he mixes with a serious look of concentration when it’s his turn yet again.

“Do you even need to switch?”

“Maybe. Or maybe I just enjoy watching you work.”

You don’t miss the little smirk he gives as he says this and you narrow your eyes at his when he gives the whisk back to you. He leans on the counter next to you in what is clearly meant to be a seductive pose. He blatantly rakes his eyes over your figure as you painstakingly begin whisking again.

Deciding to give him a show, your own form of revenge to his snide remark from earlier, you lift the whisk out of the bowl and lick it as seductively as you can. This actually gets Yoongi to break, of all things.

“Gross! You’re still using that!”

“What? Afraid of a little bodily fluid?”

You’re talking about saliva and you both know it, but he’s never one to back down from an innuendo. So, he resumes his prior sexy stance and waggles his eyebrows.

“You know I’m not. The more, the merrier.”

It’s so absurd, yet true when it comes to him and his kinks that you can’t decide whether you want to laugh or jump his bones right then and there. Your thighs unconsciously rub together as your mind shifts from the innocence of baking, to one’s not so innocent.

Eventually, all the eggs are incorporated into the dough, so it’s ready for the oven. Just moments after the oven door is shut and a timer is set, you hear a loud crunch followed by something wet and cold on the top of your head.

“Oopsie.”

You gasp with wide eyed disbelief.

“You did not just crack an egg on my head, Min Yoongi!”

“I didn’t.” He shrugged off casually, before continuing smartly. “I specifically smashed an egg on your head – there’s a difference. My way includes egg shells.”

You feel some egg white drip on the shell of your ear and your body shivers involuntarily. You can’t help yourself any longer. You leap after him but he shrieks with laughter and dodges out of your grasp. The sound is like music to your ears with how rare it occurs.

Filled with a wild frenzy, you chase Yoongi all over the kitchen and into the living room when he flees there. He’s quick, and no matter how fast you run he always seems to be just out of your reach.

Instead, you go for a different approach. Scooping some of the egg from your hair, you hurl it at him. It lands square in his neck with a satisfying wet plop and you let out a whoop of victory.

“What? Is that all you got?” He taunts you, not phased in the least bit when he wipes the egg white onto his shirt without a care. Now he’s in competition mode, but so are you.

“Not even close.”

You take another scoop and rub the eggy mess between your hands until they’re nice and gooey. Then, you reach your arms out towards him in a signature zombie pose.

He laughs, eyes crinkling and gummy smile on full display as he maneuvers back into the kitchen. Using the farther side of the kitchen island as a barrier between you two, he stares you down, both hands splayed on the marble countertop trying to predict your next move.

Your eyes zero in on the egg carton placed dangerously close to him that was left wide open when he used one against you; that was your mistake. He follows your line of sight and instantly snatches the carton into his hands, holding it in a vice grip.

“I don’t think so, hon—.”

In an impulsive move, you juke him to the left but run around to the right, barely managing to corner him between the fridge and one of the counters. Yes! You plant your still grimy hands on either side of his shoulders boxing him and the egg carton in.

You’re completely out of breath, and as you realize this, you see Yoongi’s eyes dart to your lips and back. You mimick his line of sight and notice he’s panting just as heavily. Belatedly, you realize – you are incredibly turned on. Judging from the look on Yoongi’s face and the way he’s currently licking his lips, so is he.

In an instant your arms are wrapped around him and you’re kissing, the nearly empty egg carton dropping between you both and only making a slight mess on the white flooring, not that either of you really cared at the moment. His hands roamed the curve of your spine before landing underneath the curve of your ass instead. The kiss becomes more heated and intense, the bulge pressed against your lower stomach let’s you know exactly how into this your lover is, the fact only turning you on more.

It’s amazing. It’s blissful. And it’s hot as hell.

And then it’s ruined by you feeling yet another glob of egg drop from your hair and this time into your neck, the mucus like consistency makes your whole body cringe into the kiss and makes Yoongi reluctantly pull away from your impromptu make out session early.

“You okay?” His words are low, and you can hear the amount of desire he still feels for you in his voice. The tapping of his fingers on your ass let’s you know that he’s also clearly impatient and wants to continue.

“Yeah. Just, you know. Covered in egg is all.”

“And? So is the floor? Doesn’t seem to mind that we’ll just be cle–,” Yoongi pauses, considers something with a faraway look on his face, and then a devilish glint passes through his eyes. “You know, I may just have a solution for that.”

“Oh? Pray tell.”

“It’s obvious we could each use a shower, a good cleaning. And guess whose shower is big enough for two people?”

The idea sends a thrill through your entire body, and you wordlessly take Yoongi’s hand and lead you both to his master bathroom’s shower.

Not wanting to waste any time, Yoongi let’s go of your hand to make himself busy with turning on the water. While it’s warming up, both of your clothes come off in haphazard piles on the floor only a few feet away from the entrance to the shower. You barely even think about it, mind too consumed with the idea of what’s about to happen, but when you catch sight of Yoongi you have to pause.

You’re absolutely breathless.

His naked body is strong and taut, and even under the fluorescent bathroom lights he’s absolutely breathtaking. For a moment, you think back to the first day you two met, and it brings a warmth into your chest when you see just how far you two have come from that fateful day. You don’t know how you got so lucky to find a man like him, but you know you’ll never take him or what you two have for granted.

When he notices you staring, he gives you a sultry smirk.

“See anything you like?”

“Not sure. I need to look a little more.”

He takes a step closer to your now nude form and grabs your hand in his, gesturing for you to take a little twirl of your own so he can soak in the beauty that is your own body in all it’s perfectly imperfect glory, and you do, with a small giggle passing through your lips.

A woman is a mystery a man just can’t understand. But he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to figure out the mystery on how you somehow chose him of all people to spend the rest of your life with. His heart yearns to always be by your side and his soul wants nothing but to please you and give you a life you deserve.

To him? You’re his soulmate. His forever.

“You’re quite the treat yourself, you know? Dare I say, even more mouth watering than the eclairs.”

He gives you a loving forehead kiss, knowing those are one of your favorites, and steps closer to you to reach around you and feel if the temperature of the water was good. As he leans against you, you can’t help but run your fingers down his chest, nails only lightly scraping the unblemished skin you’re so envious of, the action making his chest rumble underneath your hands as he lets out a low growl. The sound shoots straight to your core.

Deeming the water good enough, he leads you into the shower and underneath the ridiculously large rainfall shower head that at this moment, your body is grateful for as it sags in euphoric relief. Yoongi chuckles at your reaction and realizes it’s better to actually get cleaned up before your little shower sex session.

So, first things first, you both make quick work of cleaning the egg off of each of your bodies. You take turns dunking your heads under the water, scrubbing at your hair with shampoo and conditioner, and neck with soap as you do. Yoongi does the same.

After you’ve rinsed your hair out for the last time, do Yoongi’s arms snake around you. Though, more importantly, you feel his body flush against your front, the contact of your now hardened nipples against his chest only spurs both of you on even more.

Feeling handsy, you grasp his butt, his hips, and then ever so slowly you trail your fingertips down his ‘V’ line. You hear his breath spike as your hand finds it’s place between his legs.

His own hands roam across your body and down until his hand slips between your legs and you can’t help but groan at the contact. Your eyes have maintained contact this whole time so you’ve been fortunate to witness the steady progression of the hunger that’s deep within as it makes its way to the surface.

Then, his mouth is on yours and you’re all in. The water runs over your bodies as you hold each other under the stream. You brace yourself against the shower wall and the tile is cool under your palm, your leg is wrapped around his waist and you’re basically standing on your tip toes with your other foot to accommodate him. You let out a low whine when you feel the tip of his cock tease your opening, your eyes falling closed reflexively from the simple amount of pleasure it brought you.

Yoongi is focused on your face the entire time when he fully sheathes himself inside of you and lets out his own little grunt of content. He gives you a moment to adjust before you’re tapping his ass with the heel of your foot to signal the go ahead. Then, his body is moving and you’re meeting him with each thrust of your own hips, the sound of wet skin slapping against one another reverberates within the enclosed space along with the rhythmic pattern of the water still falling on the shower floor around you.

Opening your eyes, knowing that Yoongi yearns for it, especially during sex, you have to bite your lip and will them not to close again when he does a particularly sharp thrust that has you parting your lips to reward him with a loud moan. The water has plastered his hair to his forehead, so you push it away, eyes locking in a deep gaze. They’re wild with desire and you know that yours aren’t any different.

His breathing is starting to get heavier, and you can feel him tensing under your hands. He forces himself to slow down his pace in order to prolong his release long enough to give you yours first, an unspoken rule that he’s created for himself, you being none the wiser.

With one hand holding himself up from crushing you against the wall, he holds his other hand underneath the stream of water around him for a second, and before you have time to register what he’s going to do, his expert fingers are already slithering their way down your stomach and finding a new purpose on your swollen bud. Your entire body arches into his from the unexpected contact that has your mind reeling with a few colorful words, some falling from your lips in a low chant that soon get quieted by Yoongi’s own words of praise.

“Does that feel good, baby?” A rapid nod of your head is all you can give in the current moment, eyes still locked with his. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?”

Your back arches, boobs pushing into his chest even more, with your hips picking up their own brutal pace against his as you chase your release with a fervor. He knows when your thrusts start stuttering and slowing down that you’re getting very close.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good. You’re almost there.” He dips his head into the crook of your neck to whisper the words into your ear, feeling your walls clench around him in a vice. He gives a moan of his own and it’s all you need as you let out a cry of relief once you reach your starry orgasm.

With a few more quick and deep thrusts it doesn’t take him long himself to find his own as his hips still against yours, his whole body weight leaning into yours has you squished between him and the wall with a breathy whine coming from you – both from the sudden weight and you still coming down from your high.

With what little strength he has left, he slowly lowers your leg so you’re standing on both, but makes sure he has an arm secure around your waist just incase you needed a moment to collect yourself and regain your own strength to stand on your own as he pulls his weight off of you.

“Sorry, needed a minute. Are you okay?”

His worried eyes flicker between your half lidded ones as you let out a breathy laugh at his question, though internally your heart swelled at his immediate need to make sure you were okay.

“I’m more than okay, actually. That was fucking amazing. Ten out of ten, would definitely recommend doing again.”

He chuckles, but doesn’t disagree with you. Pressing a kiss to your awaiting lips, he caresses your cheek before pulling away to turn the water off. Thus, ending your shower session. You detangle from one another to carefully step out into the now very cold air of the bathroom, the steam from within the enclosed shower no longer keeping your bodies warm.

He hands you your favorite robe that he makes sure is always clean incase you need to use it, and you take it with a wide grin, immediately shrugging the fluffy material on your nude body as you snuggle into the collar with a sigh.

He just smiles lovingly at you, and there’s a beautiful moment of post coital silence between you while you dry off, but then—

“Oh, shit. Oh no. No, no, no–,”

He runs from the bathroom, and for a second you’re confused on his rushed behavior, before your eyes widen in realization. The eclairs! Did the timer go off? You didn’t hear it.

Securing the robe around your body tightly, you briskly walk out of the bathroom, down the hall, and into the kitchen. You’re just in time to see Yoongi, stark naked except for a pair of oven mitts, pulling a slightly smoking sheet pan out of the oven. The smoke causes a brief cloud to linger above the kitchen and you hurry over to the kitchen window to open it and let the smoke naturally clear out.

You turn back around as he carefully sets the hot sheet pan onto the grill of the stove, then leans back against the counter next to it with his head tilted back, eyes closed, and a deep sigh emitting from his parted lips.

The corner of your lip quirks up at the sight, and you can’t help but let out a cheeky remark.

“I like this look on you.”

He spares you an affectionate, closed mouth smile as he opens his eyes to give you a mock glare. You walk closer to the male to see the extent of damage your shower sex caused. It wasn’t too bad, you don’t think. But you’re not the expert here. Focusing your attention on Yoongi, you see he’s already looking at you and your body fills with warmth knowing he’s never ashamed of being caught staring at you.

“Are they okay?”

He clicks his tongue, but his expression is neutral.

“A little burnt, but honestly could be worse.”

You nod in response. Okay. Crisis…averted? Mostly. Great!

He leads you back to his master bedroom where he fishes out some of your favorite clothes of his to wear for the night and you take them with a kiss to his lips. In the process, he finds some for him as well and you two get dressed in no time. Checking the clock on his wall, you both come to the conclusion that there’s still time to finish the eclairs.

Once again, you’re back in the kitchen and working on picking out the least burned buns, but other than that it’s pretty painless. Pastry crème in a piping bag, fill the buns, drizzle with chocolate – easy!

You triple check that the oven is off and there’s nothing else you’ve forgotten about, and then you and Yoongi sit down at the kitchen table to enjoy the fruit of your labor. It’s definitely a little over cooked, but who cares? Yoongi is glowing and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone more beautiful.

The dessert is amazing, but how could it ever compare with the man sharing it with you? The rest of the night passes by in a blur of kisses, cream and chocolate. Then you let yourselves fall asleep in each other’s arms in your shared bed and it’s bliss.

You could definitely get used to this. And you will, considering you had the privilege of the rest of your life to do so.

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[poutyniall]

Something wakes you up and you feel like you slept just for 5 minutes. You were exhausted when you went to bed last night and you still feel the same. Yawning and blinking you finally realise that wasn't the alarm's ring or the sunlight filtering through the curtains or the warmth of Yoongi's body and his cute sounds when he snuggles up against you in the morning 'cause he doesn't want to tear himself away from the bed or from you that woke you up. It was the harsh, sudden gasp coming from Yoongi, the sound of air getting sucked in through his teeth like the sound of a sword cutting through the air. You awake utterly when you turn your face towards him: he's drenched in sweat, locks of hair stuck to his forehead and the light, baggy t-shirt he wears to sleep is now see-through. You can tell he's being tossing around for awhile, hands clasped tightly around the crumpled sheets, eyeballs darting frantically underneath the eyelids. ''Yoongi, love.'' you call him gently, laying a hand on the damp skin of his forearm to delicately rock him to try to tear him away from the nightmare that was holding him in terror. ''Oppa, please, listen to my voice. I'm right here, love. Everything it's fine, you're safe. Just come back to me, ok? Yoongi, Yoongi, please?'' your voice cracks, fear and concern leak out 'cause it's been so long since the last time he had a nightmare and you don't know how to reach him and you can't stand watching him in pain. It hurts. He wakes up abruptly, sitting up, shortness of breath, shaking, frightened eyes flinging around the room. You straddle him to hold him in your arms, his head resting on your breast as he weeps quietly, chest racked with silent sobs. His hands climb your back, firmly clinging to your shirt like he's anchoring himself to reality through you, fingers digging into your flesh. You brush your fingers through his damp hair with long and slow strokes and leave soft, tiny kisses all over his scalp until his breathing settles down. You don't dare move a muscle till you feel his body relaxing under your touch, willing to stay perfectly still till he needs you to. Once you think he's ready, you gently break the embrace and back away slightly so you can look at him in the eyes and cup his face, wiping away the tears trapped in his eyelashes. After a soft kiss on the tip of his nose you take his hand, intertwining your fingers, to lead him to the bathroom. Without a word or a question, giving him the time and space he needs, you take his sweaty clothes off and guide him under the shower. He lets you do it. He lets you wash and rinse his body and hair, letting the distress, the fear and the pain go down the drain along the soapy water. He lets you scrub the towel all over his body, he lets you dry his hair and help him put fresh clothes on. He lets you take care of him and he appreciates that you're not asking - not when he's not ready to answer - despite being so worried about him that your hands shake. After quickly changing your own clothes, got wet in the shower, you take him back to bed and wrap the both of you in the sheets. He curls up, letting you spoon him and you hold him tight in your arms, his back pressed against your chest, your face buried in the crook of his neck as you breath in his scent. ''I'm right here, oppa.'' you whisper to him. The squeeze he gives your hand as response: he knows.

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[borathae]

“A collection of stories about the amazing days you share with your sweet husband.” 

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader 

Genre: married life!AU, domestic Fluff, Smut

a/n: This couple gives me so much comfort, gosh 🥺 those stories can be read as individual pieces, I merely decided to give them their own masterlist so we have a place to find them quickly 💗

Peaches in Bed 

“You have a talent for making Yoongi want the craziest of things. Such as eat sour candy or take a strap up his butt.Or alternatively: A story about how you pegged your husband.”

Miss You

“Yoongi feels neglected by you, so he decides to quite literally take matters into his own hands. Even if this goes against your no touching rule.”

Honey Touch and Sugar Kisses

"You had a bad day, but luckily for you, your husband knows exactly what to do to make you feel better again."

Surprise 

“Yoongi dresses up as your favourite character as a sexy, little surprise. He is not ready however for just how good he will get you with it. Not that he is complaining.”

Yummy

"Your husband and you are on summer holiday somewhere far away from civilisation. One morning he decides to surprise you with a very special breakfast."

Midnight Calls

“Separated because of a business trip and yearning terribly for him, you call your husband in the middle of the night for a glimpse of his voice. The call was supposed to be innocent, but soon you find yourself yearning for more than just conversation. Unbeknowst to you, Yoongi is a natural in phone sex and more than willing to show it off.”

Bathtime

"You both had a stressful day and relax with a warm bath. Soon the tension gets too much and you decide to do something about it."

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[bluewhale52]

Promise

Summary: Post-Busan concert, with major announcement heavy in his mind, Yoongi reflects on what's to come.

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

WC: <1k

Genre: idol!au, established relationship, domestic Yoongi, fluff

Rated: PG-13

Warning: indirect mention of enlistment

A/N : this is just a love letter to BTS and Army's special bond.

~Part of the Domestic Yoongi Series~

You enter the hotel room quietly, fully aware of the late hour. The dim light greets you, and you remove your shoes carefully. Your legs are sore from the standing and walking, but you are on a high from the concert. You tip toe to peek at the adjoining room to find your kids sleeping soundly. Glad that you don't have to deal with their night routine, you walk further into your room to find your husband in a chair, with a glass of whiskey, facing the floor to ceiling window with the beautiful Busan skyline beyond.

"Hey babe," you hug him from behind. He smells so nice and fresh, but he also feels tense. You kiss his cheek.

He turns slightly to kiss you back, and that's when you see it- the pensive, almost melancholic expression on his face. Deciding that your own shower can wait, you settle to hug him from the back.

"Had fun?"

"Mm hmm," you murmur. You met up with your friends for the Live Play at Haeundea Beach, and it was nice to enjoy the festivities simply as a fan. However, when you saw the close ups during Spring Day, you knew the significance of the emotions in your husband's and his brothers' faces.

"Sorry it took me a while to get back, traffic was a nightmare."

Your husband hums and pulls you so you sit in his lap. You want to protest that you're all sweaty and gross, but you bite your tongue, knowing he needs to have this moment with you.

"It was a really good concert, Yoon. Army and non-Army really enjoyed it." You tuck his hair behind his ear. You have always declared his undercut era is the sexiest, but this long hair is definitely moving up to take over that title.

He chuckles in response, so you continue. "That Run BTS performance really did us in. Everyone went wild. I'm sure our daughter will be bothering Hobi in no time to teach her the choreo."

You feel his shoulder shake from the little laughter he lets out.

"And, UGH! and Cypher Pt 3 was out of this world. When Joon just went off with his line, you have no idea how electrifying it was."

You feel his arms wrapping tighter around your waist. "Everything will be okay, Yoon." You kiss the top of his head.

"I know," he finally speaks, his voice hoarse no doubt from the concert. "But still, I wonder."

You gently cup his face. "They won't go anywhere. They'll stay, you know that."

"I know, I know," he sighs into your neck. "but, you know how the thought is there, and I just... post-concert depression, I guess."

You run your fingers through his hair, silently encouraging him to continue.

"It felt so good to be on stage again, and fuck, Cypher Pt 3? Felt so fucking good to do it tonight. Then it hit me that it's going to be a while till we can go back doing all that. It's just a weird feeling..." he swirls his whiskey. "Do you think they know?"

"Well," you answer carefully, "your ending moments were a bit of a giveaway, but I think Army right now are just basking in the pride that you all performed so well and so beautifully."

Yoongi tuts. "So diplomatic."

You both chuckle softly and let silence take over while the Busan night skyline flickers and glimmers before you.

"They've always trusted you, and you asked them tonight to trust you again."

Your husband nods.

"So you should trust them too."

A gummy smile slowly makes its way on his face. "Yeah," he says softly, taking a deep breath and snuggling further against you.

"Yoon, I need to shower."

His hold around you tightens. "Later."

"I'm gross."

"I don't care," he insists. "Just sit here a bit longer."

You smile fondly at his request.

"Everything is going to be okay," you assure him.

"Yeah, everything is going to be okay."

They're my best friends for the rest of my life.

Thank you so much for reading! Did you enjoy it? If so, please reblog! Reblogging will help my fic reach a wider audience.

Published on 25102022. Crossposted to my ao3.

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[foxymoxynoona]

Amended Drabble: Pregnancy Announce #1

I have an Amended drabble request about Jungkook and Isabella telling their family that they're pregnant, but I decided I wanted to do two drabbles about it. So here is the first one, sort of a prequel, and I'll respond to the ask with the second one once I write it (since that one will focus on their family announcement.)

Story: Amended Characters: Isabella & Jungkook Words: 2610 CW: Fluff, some language, mentions of sex, references to earlier unplanned pregnancies and doubts

A shriek outside the window made Jungkook and Isabella both glance at it in alarm, though neither moved. About a minute later the shriek came again and this time an expression of concern flickered across Isabella’s face. Jungkook didn’t notice, his gaze unblinking at the dark glass, his reflection showing he was miles away right now in his mind. A third time the shriek came, this time further away.

“God that sounds like a person,” Isabella admitted, because it did and it needed to be said, even though she knew it wasn’t. It didn’t sound quite like a person. 

“Coyote,” Jungkook guessed, still not blinking.

“A coyote is more of a yip, isn’t it?”

“I dunno. Fisher cat?”

Isabella chewed her lip. She picked up her phone, but the timer showed when the face lit up and she threw it back down. But not looking wasn’t making time go any faster and she needed something to distract her before she lost her mind. She unlocked her phone and opened YouTube and pulled up a video of a coyote yipping.

“It’s not the same,” Jungkook mumbled. “Something else…” Isabella scrolled down in the comments, idly reading what others had said below. Turned out she wasn’t the only one who’d gone to YouTube to solve the mystery of shrieks in the night. One poster suggested a red fox, so she clicked on a related video.

“That’s it,” Isabella said as the sound happened again outside, moving further away, only a second before an identical sound played from her phone’s speaker. 

“What is it?” Jungkook asked. The lack of movement on his face was borderline uncanny, like he’d turned into a mannequin and yet retained his ability to speak, though in a more monotone way than he normally did. It couldn’t be helped, this partial phasing out. He was trying to be calm. Trying not to stress. Trying not to care, whatever happened. It was fine. Anything was fine. ‘Nothing’ was fine. 

“Red fox mating call.”

“Cool.”

“I guess—”

The timer went off on Isabella’s phone, startling her so badly she gasped and dropped her phone on the bed. Jungkook grabbed it and silenced it and now the life returned to his body as his stomach did a nervous flip. Isabella’s too. 

“I’m scared,” Isabella admitted after a moment of them just staring at each other. “I know that’s stupid,” she rushed out. “But I’m scared it’s going to hurt this time if it’s not…”

Jungkook nodded and gently took hold of her arms, still nodding as he insisted, “I know. But the trying is fun. It’s only been a few months. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

“But I just have a feeling this time… if I’m wrong–”

“If you’re wrong, nothing happens except I fuck you a little more this month.” He tried to be light about it. It had only been seven months. Seven months was not much trying in the grand scheme of things, but he knew Isabella was frustrated by seven months after two unplanned children with zero months of intentional planning. He had thought the anticipation as her expected period date approached each month was part of the fun, but Isabella was already tired of it, and to be perfectly honest he was getting tired of it too. Tired of that little twinge of disappointment in his gut when each month taunted a bigger fear: what if this is going to be really hard for us? What if we have fertility problems? What if it’s my fault?

Ok, they’d had the experience now of counting the days, or hugging each other after a disappointing period, even the false hope when a period came late. Jungkook had never expected to know a woman’s period cycle as intimately as he did Isabella’s now, including that it was not very consistent, which was especially cruel when trying to get pregnant.

Isabella gave him a watery smile and took hold of his hand as they crossed to the bathroom sink. They’d done this part before too, taking a test after she was two weeks late, just across the date that an early detection test claimed to be able to tell. It had been negative. 

And now she was late again. Later than last time. They’d decided to wait a little longer to take the test so as to avoid the disappointment, and yet each day in which her period didn’t come left them a little more nervously hopeful. Any day now, any day now, any day now. But the blood didn’t come, even after a day of cramps, and Isabella grew nearly sick with anticipation until she couldn’t wait another day to do the stick test. She had to know. She didn’t want blood to give her the answer this time.

“Your hand is kind of shaking,” Jungkook noticed.

“Shut up!”

“If it’s negative, it’s negative. Nothing wrong. The doctor said to give it a year before we–”

“I know that,” she huffed. He’d been saying it more for himself than for her. Because it was going to be negative. It had to be. This was just another month like the last seven had been. They couldn’t just be pregnant. It didn’t just happen, even though it was something they were trying to make happen, the reality that she could actually be pregnant– well, that wasn’t real. None of this was real. Jungkook felt detached from it all. He felt outside of his body but didn’t want to make such a big deal out of it when it was just going to be negative again–

Isabella had admitted she thought she was pregnant, she’d finally said the words outloud to him a few hours ago after they had carefully avoided the subject other than a morning check of “Hey so did you start your period yet?” “Nope.” Her confession, that growing disbelief, sent Jungkook rushing to the store for the test. It had been hard to wait for the kids to fall asleep with the box waiting on the bathroom sink. Whatever the result, celebration or disappointment, it would be just between Isabella and Jungkook for now.

“You look,” Jungkook said as they approached where it rested beside the sink now. He kept his eyes carefully averted so he wouldn’t see anything.

“You don’t want to?”

“Ok, I can,” he said. 

“You scared to touch my pee? There’s a plastic cap and I wiped it–”

“I’ve never been scared of your pee.”

“Sicko.”

“You look.”

“No,” she said and shook both her hands and took a step away. “No, you do it. You tell me what it says.” Six times in her life she’d taken pregnancy tests, and twice they had been positive, and all those complicated feelings simmered in her belly now. Her first positive test had been gut-wrenching; she’d felt like her life was over before it even began. Her second positive test had been guarded joy, because she’d really thought things with Stig would be different, and that had turned out so terribly that it left a bitter taste in her mouth now. Before Jungkook, a negative pregnancy test had been such a relief –which felt terrible to say now, as if it somehow undermined how much she loved and appreciated her two wonderful children. But the circumstances had never been good, and right now those were the feelings swirling around, louder than her real children or this dreamed-of child she and Jungkook were trying to make. She suddenly felt seventeen again, terrified in her gut that she was right, she was pregnant, everything was going to end.

Jungkook swiped the stick up and looked at it, eyes already narrowed in preparation of deciphering hazy pink lines.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, dark gaze leaping to her. The words rushed out on a breath, ephemeral compared to the bold answer on the test. “It’s positive. Oh my god, it’s positive.” He couldn’t believe his own words as laughter bubbled up from his chest and he held his arms out. “It’s positive! We’re having a baby!”

Isabella promptly burst into tears.

“No!” Jungkook laughed, trying to pull her into a hug that she evaded. A wave of guilt and shame rolled over her, making her skin crawl, and she didn’t want to be touched for a moment. “What’s wrong! Bella?”

“Sorry, sorry, I just… It’s positive?!” She’d been so convinced herself earlier, and yet seeing the obvious ‘+’ on the test overwhelmed her. Old feelings overwhelmed her, all the fear and shame and panic of that very first pregnancy test at seventeen, the guarded hopes of the next one, and now… 

Jungkook just stared at her, not sure what to say or do as she wiped at her tears. His own exuberant joy paused, replaced instead with fear at this sudden show of disappointment from her. But she had wanted this! She said so! They’d been trying for seven months! And now it was positive and she looked like she’d been hoping for the opposite! 

“It feels wrong, it feels wrong,” she admitted, clasping her hands over her mouth. “I’m sorry, it feels wrong, I can’t be pregnant again…”

“You… don’t want a baby with me?”

The question got the answer she knew to be true, “I do! But… it doesn’t feel like… it feels like I fucked up again. It feels like we shouldn’t have done this. What if everything goes wrong now? What if–”

Her question made immediate sense to him and his deep sigh of relief washed over her shoulder as he successfully pulled her into a hug she now decided she did want.

“No, no, baby, everything will be different this time. Everything.”

“It just– always before it’s like yay a baby but everything else is terrible and then it goes wrong and– and I know it’s going to be different!” she insisted, letting herself be held. “I know that! I’m sorry, I don’t mean to cry, it’s just like all these old– just like muscle memory feelings–” She wasn’t making sense.

“No, I get it. But it’s us this time. You are married and loved and we’re doing good and our kids are doing good and our family is going to freak out and this– we wanted this. We did this on purpose. Everything is different this time.”

“I know but… but is it… it’s really true? We’re going to have a baby…”

“We’re going to have a baby,” he said again. She still had the test clutched in her hand as she slid her arms around his waist. “You and me, Bella, we’re having a baby.”

It was his cologne that did it maybe, or the warmth and softness of his arms around her, or the firmness of his shoulder beneath her chin. A positive pregnancy test had never really been a cause of celebration before, but Jungkook’s chest was moving quickly with excited breath and his hold was tight and she could feel the vibrations of his body. 

“We’re having a baby,” she repeated, feeling the words crystallize. “As long as nothing goes wrong– I mean, it’s early and things can go wrong– it’s so early and–”

“Nothing’s going to go wrong,” he said, choosing to believe it because in the moment it felt like it must be true. “Everything is going to be good. It’s going to be so good!”

“We’re really pregnant. Oh my god, we’re really pregnant…” The thrumming of her heart began to shift from panic to excitement. She felt the shift. He caused the shift.

“We’re pregnant!” he agreed, and wrapped her tight in his arms and spun her around. “Oh god, I’m so scared.”

“No, you can’t be scared, I’m scared!”

“No, you already cried, it’s my turn to be scared now,” he laughed, but he only partially meant it because in the moment, everything would go well, and he would figure it out, and anything was possible.

“No, you wanted this!”

“I do want this,” he immediately agreed. “And so did you. We didn’t do something wrong.”

She nodded and wiped the last of her tears away, her other arm still draped around his neck, “I know. Oh god, don’t ever tell our kid I cried like this when we found out. They’ll think I didn’t want them. I do!”

“I know.”

“I just can’t believe it… it’s really going to happen…”

“I just needed a few months to warm up,” he snickered. “Wanted to make sure I put the best baby in you, you know? And now we’re going to be golden.” He pulled her in close, feeling like if he didn’t hold her he’d vibrate apart. The budding frustrations of seven months of disappointment were gone in an instant, replaced with the unbelievable fact that it had worked and right this very second, a baby was growing in Isabella. A baby for them to raise together from the start.

Isabella tossed the pregnancy test aside, no longer needing to hold it to confirm the truth, though it would be a while before she fully believed it. Jungkook’s joy as he danced her around the room was infectious and papered over those old learned fears. 

Suddenly he stopped and nudged her towards the bed, “OK, wait, we have to be gentle now, no more rough-housing. You lay down and put your feet up–”

“Koo, that doesn’t start right away.”

“No, no, you need to rest, you have a big job to do now.”

“Yeah, I know but it’s like the size of a comma right now. I don’t have to immediately get into bed–”

“When is your doctor’s appointment? I’ll go–”

“We just found out five minutes ago! I don’t have a doctor’s appointment yet!” she laughed. His smile made it unclear whether he was joking or truly scrambled, flustered by this development. 

“Ok but I’ll go to them all. You and me are doing this together, every step. And Ezra and Lily –they’re going to be so good at this. And my family is going to lose their minds! And–”

Isabella felt that same giddiness, even though they ought to think more about who they told and when, considering just how early it was. But for the moment, she pushed away even those shadowy fears, and just held her hands out to him,

“But right now, it’s just our shared joy, so give me a kiss.”

“Whatever you want, Isabella. Anything you need, just ask.” He leaned in for the kiss but kept smiling too big, and when Gidget started pawing at the door, summoned by the commotion from her plush bed downstairs, Jungkook threw the door open and announced, “We’re having a baby, Gidget!”

“Don’t just start telling people yet!”

“She’s a dog! She won’t tell anyone! I have to tell someone.”

“Fine. But no one else, we should have the doctor confirm everything first–”

Jungkook suddenly leaned down to kiss Isabella again, Gidget bundled in his arms like a baby, tongue lolling from her mouth and feet scrabbling as she yipped to be a part of whatever was happening.

“Sure sure,” Jungkook beamed. “Ah, should we save the test? Put it in a baby book or something?”

“What?! No! Gross!”

“But it’s positive.”

“We’re not saving the pee stick,” Isabella laughed.

“Ok, right right… how about I’ll take a picture of it.”

“That’s a better plan,” Isabella agreed as he tossed Gidget down and ran to do so. And she felt in her gut that Jungkook was right: everything was different this time. Everything was golden. And he was going to be such a good dad.

Jungkook really fucking hoped so. 

#amended #jeon jungkook fluff #jungkook fic #jungkook ff #jungkook domestic fluff #jungkook established relationship #jeon jungkook x oc #jeon jungkook fanfic #bts fluff #dad jungkook

[sailoryooons]

hi!!! for your writng event, i'd like to request a lil something for yoongi inspired by for Taylor Swift's Paper RIngs, especially the line "I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings".

thank you!! <33

→ Pairing:  Yoongi x female reader

→ Summary:  Yoongi cheers you up in the kitchen after a bad day, reminding you of just how much you love him.   

→ Word Count: 1,027

→ Type: Drabble / Request

→ Genre: established relationship, fluff

→ Main Masterlist: here

→ Rating:  SWF

→ Warnings: Fluff. Some innocent kissing. Drinking wine.

→ Part of Hali’s Happy Agust writing event

→  A/N: NIXIE OF COURSE. I have to admit I was super unfamiliar with the song, but I really tried to incorporate some of it in here, specifically with the number of kisses meaning different things, the little imagery of reading the same books / jumping into the pool, and obviously the quote. I hope this brings you a lil fluff and warmth!

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios

By an unwritten rule, you are required to grumble when Yoongi hauls you up from the couch. You pout at him, trying to convey that the long work day has turned your bones to jelly and that there is no frame to hold your body up.

Seemingly, he gets it. Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tight as he presses his chest against your back. His chin slots perfectly over your shoulder and he steals a shy kiss on the cheek. That makes you grin a little – perhaps the first one all day.

“You don’t have to do anything except stir,” your boyfriend promises. He begins to nudge you forward, dragging your movements in sync with his. “If you still want to wallow after, you are absolutely in your right to do so. But you asked for one hour of no sadness a day, and we’re doing it.”

You hum, frowning as he manages to drag your ass to the kitchen. You did ask him to hold you accountable for monitoring bad moods and not letting them consume your days and your life. So far, Yoongi had been really fucking good at it, too.

Perhaps it’s the years between you that have given him such amazing insight into who you are as a person. He knows to set you up in the kitchen by placing a glass of wine in your one hand while he slides a cooking spoon in the other: work and reward.

Yoongi knows that when you pout at him as he tosses the meat into a pan, you need just a little extra love. So he lets dinner sizzle as he leans over to you, hand abandoning his task to gently slip a curved finger under your jaw, tilting your mouth to his in a soft kiss that tastes a little bit like sweet red wine and just… Yoongi.

“I know it was a long day,” he murmurs. He presses another chaste kiss to your lips, making your head spin. He pulls away and thinks better of it, stealing a final kiss, nose brushing softly against yours. Your mind is heady with his plush mouth. “It’ll be all right.”

You remember the first time you kissed Yoongi. It had come as a surprise, an act of bravery when you had been crying over failing an exam. He had been sitting next to you on the bench overlooking the lake on campus, and before you knew what was happening, he had pressed his lips against yours.

Even two years later, it makes your head spin. You had been friends with him for years, chewing on a massive crush like a dog on a bone. Being afraid to ruin your friendship has long since been a fear of the past. The softness of his lips at the minty breath of the gum he always chewed had chased away that fear then, and it does now.

Yoongi goes back to cooking gesturing at the noodles that you have now abandoned in favor of staring at his side profile: soft nose, feline eyes, pouted lips and if you squint, freckles.

 “What are you thinking about?” he prompts as you stir the pasta. “You have that look on your face.”

“What look?”

He shrugs. “A cute one.”

“I was thinking about the first time you kissed me.” He goes red from his button nose to his ears. You feel the smile growing on your face, hiding the grin in your glass of wine as you take a sweet sip. It’s a little too sweet, but it’s Yoongi’s favorite. “It was just… so unexpected. I never knew you liked me.”

He snorts. “Everyone else did. I mean don’t get me wrong, I like reading, but I curated my bookshelf after the pile I saw next to your bed freshman year.”

“Really?” He’s never told you that. He shrugs shyly, focused on the sizzle of the pan and popping oil. “That’s cute. Remember that time you jumped into Seokjin’s pool in the middle of the night after that cold snap? Jin didn’t really dare me to follow you – I just did cause I wanted to relate to you.”

“Huh. Kind of dumb, huh?”

“Well I get to sleep next to you now so… perhaps not.”

He grins. You’ve forgotten about your bad day. Forgotten about the way Monday makes your step drag, makes you sag at the edges. Yoongi always has that effect on you, taking your attitude and turning it around with gentle hands.

“I was always worried you wouldn’t return the sentiment.” Yoongi turns the burner off. You do the same, steam wafting around your hand. In tandem, you move around the kitchen, trained in the art of living around one another. “I didn’t have much to offer.”

“Yoongi,” you chide, pouring pasta into the strainer. “I didn’t care about that shit then, and I wouldn’t now.”

“I know, but it’s nice to know that now I have the stability to buy you a ring when we get married.”

“Is that a promise of marriage?”

He steals the fourth kiss from you as he turns on the cold water, cooling the pasta a bit. “It always has been. From that first kiss, I wanted to marry you.”

“Well as it turns out, ring or not, I would marry you.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course, I would. I love you. I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings.”

And you’re absolutely serious. Since the moment you started dating, you’ve pictured a life with Yoongi. Pictured being the one he leans into when he just needs a moment to cry. To be the person for him when he needs a steady hand to give him courage. To be the one that he saved that secret smile of his for, the one where he tucks his face into his shoulder, smile full of gums and eyes squinted.

When you turn to the fridge to get sauce out, Yoongi smiles. Runs his hand over the box in his back pocket. Watches as you stand on your tiptoes to get what you want. “Good to know,” he murmurs. “And I love you too.”

#min yoongi #min yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x you #min yoongi x you #domestic yoongi #suga bts #bts fanfic #suga fanfic #suga x you #halishappyagust #haliiimedewrites #haliiimede requests #yoongi fluff #suga fluff

[soephiphany]

Okay.

I can't be the only one who thinks about their bias (or any celebrity crush in general) every night before going to sleep. But I'm not talking about just thinking, I'm talking about full mind on a scenario you made, while feeling all the kind of feelings and trying to sleep at the same time.

This was my yesterday scenario/drabble?, with my beloved bias wrecker Jeongguk

Warning : fluff. Yes, if you're like me, this is something to be warned about. LOTS AND LOTS OF FLUFF. Jungkook long hair (i don't even need to explain this one)

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"You know, you could sleep here more" his deep and sleepy voice shakes you from your sleep and you turn your head up to him, putting your hands under your round chin. His warm fingers drawing patterns in your forearm, leaving goosebumps from his touch.

"I've been sleeping here for almost a week"

"You know what i mean" the confusion on your face shows your obvious thoughts "I'm not having sex with you now, Jungkook."

"Yah, I'm not talking about sex" he giggles and you drown your face in his clothed chest again, to hide your embarrassment. "But if you're up to ..."

"Nuh-uh. No way, I'm too tired for it" he reaches for your hair nodding along your words even tho you can't really see him.

"That's okay, my love. Sex is not the only way of loving you" he pecks the top of your head and you sigh lightly and put yourself on your elbow to stare at him.

"And what are the other ways?" Your eyes flicker with excitement and he swear he can see galaxies in your eyes. Little does he know what his incredible gaze feels like.

"Well.. I can hug you like I'm doing right now" a little smile is hanging on his face while the words come out of his beautiful rosy and pillowy lips "There's my words, which you already hear so much everyday" you stare at him a little to long and he starts to question stuff.

"You hear it everyday, right?" His light concerned voice was what it needed to take some giggles out of your mouth

"Yes,baby. Yes, i do" he sighs in relief and you stare at each other for a brief moment before laughing out loud, then he puts his hand on your mouth trying to make your laughter less noisy "It's late, babe" you nod to his words and take his big hand off your face, giggling a bit in the process.

"there's cuddling too, you know." His brow frowns as he thinks, and then a spark shines in his pretty doe eyes "And playing together in our pretty little farm on Minecraft" he could feel his heart warm and his body melt at the sight of your smile widening when he mentioned your farm. He knows you're very proud of it.

"There's the other thing you still didn't mention" your fingers travel through the big and long strays of his dark raven hair.

"Your boobs? Aish, sorry, i forgot." He throws his head back laughing silently when you hit his bicep whispering 'yah' with a blushed face, or as he likes to call, spicy Cheetos face. You just don't question him sometimes, it's better this way.

"I didn't forgot. Of course i didn't. I was leaving the best for the end, you know.."

"The grand finale" you both say at the same time and he gasps in jungshook, like that was the most incredible thing that has ever happened in his life -the 'marry me' moment with Namjoon flashbacks in your mind-. "That's why I love you" your cheeks grow warm again, like it's the first time you hear it. He says it everyday but that doesn't change the fact of how these three words affect you so much, and you feel the same, of course you do. How could you not? When he looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing in the world, or when he kisses you so passionately that you cry about it when you can't have his lips on yours, or when he smiles at you, with that toothy grin, so wide and pretty, just for you. You love this man with all your soul and heart, you would travel worlds and realities for him. Like Gomez and Morticia used to say - and you two like to quote - 'i would die for you, i would kill for you, cara mia.'

"Baby.. Why are you crying?" He sounds so worried cause he's thinking what could've triggered your tears, he wipes your wet cheeks with his thumb and kisses your forehead after giving you the cutest look with the cutest pout.

"It's just... It's you" you hide your face with your hands when you finally sit up in bed. His also sits, staring at you while trying to crack the code you just throw at him, while rubbing your back sweetly. 'It's you'? What's that supposed to mean? Are you breaking up with him? Do you not love him anymore? You're not happy with him? He knows he's thinking nonsense but it's scares the hell out of him to think that one of these could be true.

"I just.. I can't believe I'm so lucky" you manage to say with muffled voice between your sniffles. He body relaxes and his face softens at your words. Scooting closer to you, he puts your legs around his waist and you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

"God.. I love you so much, do you know that? I love you so fucking much" he mutters in your ear, traveling his long fingers in your hair, in a way it wouldn't mess it. "I'm the lucky one. Have you seen yourself? You're the most gorgeous, marvelous, incredibly amazing and beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on" when his words hit your ears, it only makes you cry harder, now clinging on his oversized shirt with all your strength. You look at him, just to see him smiling so sweetly at you with his eyes overflowing genuine love and also tears. He's so sensitive, you love him.

"I love you so much. You make me so happy. I'm so in love with you, my Jungkook" he mutters a 'fuck' and kiss your lips softly, like he's afraid of breaking you but he holds you so close,like he's afraid of letting you go, like you're some sort of dream to him. And you are, hell yeah, you are. You are his world, his everything and he's never letting you go.

After kissing for sometime, you pull away, just to stare at his eyes again before kissing him passionately. He melts into the kiss, just like cotton candy,he's so sweet, he tastes so sweet and good with a pitch of mint from his toothpaste - that's actually yours, since he forgot to buy more - that adds an extra pleasure to it. He's now devouring your lips, you can feel his brows frown from how much he's putting himself into this kiss. He just loves your kiss, your lips, how it fits perfectly with his. He loves when your tongue plays with his lip piercing, or how you whimper when he sucks and bites your bottom lip. He just loves everything about kissing you, he feels like he could do it forever. But your lungs says otherwise when you break the kiss, chest heaving,loud breaths, you both affect each other so much, and you love that.

He tucks your hair behind your ear and pecks your forehead gently, then he continues to kiss softly through your face, kissing every inch of skin. Your eyes, nose he loves so much, cheeks, every single spot in your beautiful face. "I love you, i love you, i love you" he says holding your face with his hands while staring deeply at your eyes, kissing you again, slowly, like you're savoring each others mouth. There's no hurry on it, it's the perfect time, with the perfect touches, just like always.

He pulls aways and pecks your lips two times more before smiling at you "You know... Tae is getting jealous of us" you whisper to him, playing with his hair while he strokes softly your rosy blushie cheeks.

"Oh yeah?" He pecks your lips again. He just can't get enough of you.

"Mhm hm" you hum and he hugs you laying back at the bed, your hand fitting perfectly his waist and his arms pulling you close for a good and warm cuddle.

"I know he's your brother, and my best friend, but he'll have to put up with us being together, you know? It's been almost a year now" he giggles a little by the end of the sentence and it sounds like a perfect lullaby for you.

"Hmm, I'm not gonna fight him, ok? Let him live. He always had me for himself, now he gotta share, it's hard" you jokingly mock your brother and Jungkook could not hold a laugh inside of him.

"I know. He just have to know that i won't let you go." He says it more to you than to your brother and you nod in response smiling shyly.

"He knows it"

"And i hope you know it too" he lifts your chin and caresses it , staring at your almond shaped eyes "I'm yours. I'll always be" his tattooed hand slide to your waist pulling you closer as he gives you a small kiss but not to small to be a peck. "And are you? Mine?" It's not like you didn't say it to him, or better, sang it to him, while both of you went crazy to Are you mine by Artic Monkeys two weeks ago, but he loves to hear it.

"I am. I'll always be" he softly smiles at you kissing all over your face once again. It's becoming a habit, and you love it.

"You promise?" He looks at you and you both laugh when you hum - together - to Promise by Jimin, like you share one only brain cell. He stares at you when you take long, holding his pinky up and slapping your butt with his free hand, the hand that once were on your waist "Yah, tell me you promise"

"I do, Jungkook. I promise" you smile and he hugs you back, gently squeezing your ass, making a red tint stink in your cheek and you let on of your giggles out.

"Thank you, Cara mia"

"You welcome" you snuggle your hands through his hair again and he hums in response. You can say you're obsessed with his hair. You're obsessed with him, that's the true.

Kissing his chest, you say with a muffled voice "now let's sleep, my Jungkook" he pecks your head and mutters a small 'yes' and it doesn't really take that long for you to enter in Dreamland.

Honestly, with Jungkook by your side, under you, caressing your arms and hugging you tight, you think, no, you're sure, you're already on Dreamland.

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Well... I actually wrote more than I imagined yesterday lol but i love it this way. (If there's any writing mistakes, let me know)

I don't know what scenario I'll make today or if I'll just cry about this one again :/

It's a tough decision, yk

Anyways, i wish you good reading and stay well, safe and healthy.

Good morning, good evening, good night,

Be happy, army<3

- Soo Soo 🌼

08/01/2023 - 23:00

#bts x reader #bts fluff #bts female oc #bts fanfction #bts jeongkook #jungkook #fluff Jungkook #jungkook fiction #jungkook fluff #domestic Jungkook #fluffy fluffs #soephiphany

[bloody-bee-tea]

Beetober 2023 Day 27 - Carnival

Suguru is enjoying a relaxing evening on the couch when his peace and quiet is being rudely interrupted by Satoru marching into the room as if it’s his.

“You used the wrong door,” Suguru mildly says without looking away from the TV but of course Satoru is not derailed by that.

“Suguru! What are we doing?” he asks, flopping down on the couch, his long limbs immediately sprawled out in every direction which unfortunately means his legs end up on Suguru’s lap.

“I was enjoying a rare night off,” he pointedly says, but of course Satoru doesn’t pick up on the hint.

“If you’re free, let’s spend it together.”

Suguru sighs. This is exactly what he didn’t want to do. Every once in a while he needs a short break from Satoru, if only to reset his aching heart. He loves Satoru just a little bit too much to easily endure all the physical contact Satoru bestows him with and it always goes to his head just a little bit when Satoru’s entire focus is on him.

Just like it is right now. Satoru might still be wearing his glasses, but Suguru can tell that his eyes are fixed on him and he doubts it has much to do with Satoru’s innate technique.

“How about, and here me out here, we spend one evening alone. Just one. Just for tonight,” he tries and immediately knows it won’t have any effect.

“Why, you’ve got a date?” Satoru asks him as if Suguru could ever go out and look for anyone else when Satoru is right there and holding his entire being in the palm of his hand.

“No.”

“Then I don’t see the issue,” Satoru pouts and Suguru sighs.

“Of course you don’t,” he whispers and chides himself when his traitorous hand wraps around Satoru’s ankle, keeping his legs exactly where they are. “Fine, stay, then. But we’re watching what I want to, tonight,” Suguru says, louder this time and fights the urge to smother Satoru in kisses when he beams at him.

Suguru doesn’t even know why he even still tries, it’s not as if he can ever say no to Satoru anyway.

“Fine by me, as long as we do it together,” Satoru says as if watching TV alone would kill him. “What are we watching, though?” he then asks, squinting at the screen.

“Carnival in Brazil,” Suguru shortly gives back, unwilling to admit that he was mindlessly clicking through the programs, unable to settle on anything because not having Satoru there to trash talk any of these programs killed the entire point of watching TV in the first place for him.

Satoru’s ego is already big enough; he really doesn’t need to know that. And it’s way too close to a confession for Suguru’s comfort.

“Huh,” Satoru hums and wriggles himself deeper into the couch, clearly content to watch whatever. His legs stay in Suguru’s lap, though, and not only because Suguru still has his hand wrapped around them. Satoru doesn’t even try to move them and Suguru hates to admit just how much he likes that.

“What’s the big deal with that anyway?” Satoru mutters after five minutes. “It seems like such a pain.”

“It probably would be, for you,” Suguru agrees because the Six Eyes are straining enough as is on Satoru; a huge festival like that would probably make his head explode with pain in mere seconds. Or maybe his brain would melt with all the information he had to take in.

Either way, Suguru would be in no rush to drag him to something like that even though—

“You’re kind of missing out though,” he muses. “Maybe not on that particular one, but generally there are a lot of sweets being thrown around with things like that. You would have enjoyed that.”

“I’m not a kid, Suguru,” Satoru snaps back, so clearly he knows what Suguru is talking about and Suguru squeezes his ankle.

“Never said you were,” he shoots back. “Carnivals are for everyone. You could even still go as an adult without it being too weird.”

“How is that not weird?” Satoru mutters and Suguru shrugs.

“I think it involves more alcohol then.”

“Bah,” Satoru says with feeling and Suguru laughs.

It’s always kind of funny just how much Satoru hates alcohol, though it makes Suguru wonder if he ever tried the overly sweet cocktails. They seem right up Satoru’s alley, apart from the alcohol.

“Couldn’t even have gone as a kid,” Satoru goes on eventually. “Ignoring the fact that my family would have never let me go, I only started to eat sweets when I was no longer a kid.”

“You mean you were not born with a sweet in your mouth?” Suguru gasps in mock surprise and Satoru digs his heel into Suguru’s thigh.

“Rude.” Suguru squeezes Satoru’s ankle in turn. “Why did you start to eat your bodyweight in sweets anyway?”

“Cause my lessons bored me and I found that sugar helped with stimulating my brain.”

“But you were no longer a kid? So you started with nine, then?” Suguru deadpans because he knows how incredibly easy anything school related comes to Satoru.

And going by the way he sticks his tongue out at Suguru, he didn’t mature much since then. Maybe the sugar stunted his mental growth; it would explain a lot, Suguru muses.

“I was eight, actually,” Satoru admits then and even though Suguru wants to make a joke about that, the words die on his tongue.

He sometimes forgets what an incredibly lonely and fucked up childhood Satoru must have had and even though it hurts Suguru to hear about it, he always clings to these information. Satoru doesn’t often speak about his childhood.

“And already bored?”

“I think I was born bored,” Satoru quips and then shrugs. “Didn’t change until I got here.”

Now that is new information to Suguru because Satoru complains about being bored every other hour.

“How can you even say that when you whine my ear off about being bored out of your mind all the time?” Suguru asks and pokes Satoru’s thigh.

“Hey, hey, stop that,” Satoru gets out, trying to squirm away from Suguru but his hold on Satoru’s ankles is relentless and so there’s nowhere for him to go.

Suguru does take note of the fact that even now Satoru doesn’t activate Infinity, and his heart swells in his chest.

“It’s the truth, though,” Satoru pants out when Suguru finally stops assaulting him.

“What changed then? You still have lessons here and you’re still miles ahead of all of us. I mean, it’s good that you’re no longer bored, but how?” Suguru asks and then freezes when Satoru stares at him over the rim of his glasses.

“Because you’re here,” he says easily, as if it doesn’t cost him anything to say that, as if it doesn’t mean the world to Suguru. “I could never be bored with you around.”

Suguru’s mouth drops open, because it’s so close to what he truly wants to hear—so close in fact, that he thinks he might have a chance after all.

His mind is whirring and he hopes Satoru doesn’t notice how his hands sweat but by the time Suguru is in control over his mouth again, Satoru has already turned back to the TV.

Suguru sits in silence for a few more moments before he speaks again.

“If you’re no longer bored, and you only started to eat sweets to stave that off anyway, then why do we always have to go for something to eat after a mission?” he asks, because that is actually puzzling with everything else Satoru just revealed.

“What, I can’t crave a little bit of comfort after a mission? I did develop a sweet tooth, so even though I’m not dependant on sugar for entertainment, I crave it nonetheless.”

Something doesn’t add up here. Suguru frowns.

“But why always be so goddamn insistent? I know you have a stash of sweets in your room. You could just eat there.”

Satoru lets out a deep sigh.

“You really need me to spell it out for you, huh?” he then mutters and sits up, bringing his face close to Suguru’s.

“An explanation would be nice,” Suguru agrees faintly, though it’s hard to concentrate with Satoru this close to him.

“It’s because of you.”

“Huh?”

“You feel sick after missions, after swallowing curses. So we go out for something sweet to chase that feeling away.”

Suguru blinks at him.

He has never mentioned to anyone just how vile curses taste, how they rest heavy and disgusting in his stomach for days sometimes, how it makes it hard to eat something, anything. He also never mentioned to Satoru that it helps when they go out for something sweet immediately after a mission.

“How do you—“

“Please, Suguru, I know you. Of course I noticed.”

This makes three, Suguru faintly thinks; three times just in the last hour that Satoru has given him the feeling that maybe he’s not alone in this. And maybe it’s time for him to do something about it.

“But have you noticed this?” Suguru asks, and finally takes his hand away from Satoru’s leg, but only so he can take his glasses off. “I’m in love with you,” he simply says once Satoru’s piercing gaze is on him and even though there are butterflies in his stomach, he’s almost not nervous at all.

This is Satoru after all.

The way Satoru splutters at his words give Suguru his answer and it’s so Satoru to notice all these small things about Suguru and not notice the big metaphorical elephant in the room.

“Since when?” he finally wheezes out and Suguru smiles at him.

“Since always,” he easily says, because it certainly feels like it. He hardly can remember who he was before he loved Satoru.

“That’s just—how could I have not noticed that?”

“Good question,” Suguru gives back and then slightly tilts his head. “This doesn’t let me know if you feel the same, though,” he then says, even though he’s reasonably sure about Satoru’s feelings because the red colour in his face alone gives him away.

“Well, I basically just confessed twice to you, so take an educated guess,” Satoru huffs out but Suguru corrects him.

“Three times, actually.” He only elaborates when Satoru raises an eyebrow in question. “You didn’t turn on Infinity when I poked you.”

“Infinity is always on, you just don’t register for it,” Satoru informs him, as if Suguru could love him any more than he already does.

“Four times, now,” he whispers and leans in to brush their lips together. “I have some catching up to do.”

“You literally make my existence worth it, how much more do you want to catch up?” Satoru whines out, tangling his fingers in Suguru’s hair and pulling him in for a kiss again.

He doesn’t give Suguru a chance to say anything to his declaration and Suguru thinks that might be for the best because what does one even say to that?

So instead of finding words to express just how much he loves Satoru he vows to press his love into every inch of Satoru’s body and he’s going to get started right now. And with the way Satoru clings to him it doesn’t seem as if he has any complaints about that.

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(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst ,

(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Dribble ,

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Title: Us, Plus Two 🐑🗒💜

Author: @deathbyyoongi​

Summary: Also pregnancy!au (reader is pregnant). This is so adorable and it was such a cute read!

↳ “You and Yoongi sharing a moment, relishing in the glow of your growing family when your daughter has a nightmare, and Yoongi has to take care of those pesky monsters.”

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Title: Vegas, Series 💦🐑👊📝

Author: @plumxwrites (Ao3)

Summary: Ongoing. Technically a series of one-shots, but it’s very cute and there kinda all connected. 

↳ “Dating Yoongi as an Idol used to be easy, and effortless, like pouring you two a glass of wine after one of his shows… However, after the birth of your surprise baby girl, those effortless days have gotten a little harder, you being unable to travel with your daughter. After one lucky doctor’s appointment though, things seem to shape up…”

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Title: A Quiet Morning 🐑📝

Author: @foxymoxy (Ao3) 

Summary: Ongoing. Domestic!au one-shot series. 

↳ “Snapshots of domestic life as you and your husband Yoongi settle into your life together and then disrupt it to grow your family. No overarching plot or purpose here, just a collection of connected one shots that will update as things come to me.”

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Title: Recollections 👊🗒

Author: @Beingsuneone (Ao3)

Summary: Also rocky marriage!au. 

↳ “Perfect doesn’t last forever, that much you’ve learned. Your ‘perfect’ marriage has turned into the hardest and most frustrating thing in your life. You’ve both lost who you are. There’s a lot that needs to be worked out.”

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Title: The One With Bows 🐑🗒

Author: @yoon2k​ 

Summary: This focuses more on the daughter and Yoongi, instead of Yoongi and reader, but it’s still very cute and all about that parent/domestic!au. 

↳ “Yoongi’s hair is getting too long, and he’s constantly having to push it out of his face. Luckily, his daughter just bought a new set of hair ties from Claire’s and is dying to use them”

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Ice cream makes everything better- MYG

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Dad! Min Yoongi x Mom! Fem reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.3k words

Summary: OC suffers from migraines. Here's how Yoongi and another special someone deal with it.

A/n: I wrote this at 3 am, exactly 6 hours before a very important exam. But this came easy to me, like it was waiting to be written since ages. 🥺💜💜

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"Will omma be okay soon?" Little Sumi turned to Yoongi before jumping out of the car in front of her school. 

"Of course, love. Omma's just a little sick. But I'm sure she'll be okay once she rests a little" Yoongi reassured your wide eyed, concerned daughter.

"Will she come pick me up?" She asked.

"Not today. But appa will pick you up and then we'll go get ice cream" he promised. 

That promise lit up the little child's face as she nodded enthusiastically and got out, running to her friend who seemed to be waiting for her near the entrance, both of them linking hands and going inside. 

Yoongi smiled to himself. He'd never get over how much your daughter resembled you. But of course you always insisted that she had Yoongi's eyes and nose. Whatever the case, Yoongi loved her to bits and anything she did made his mind reel in wonder that this little girl was living evidence of how much he loved you. Pulling away from the school, Yoongi directed his mind back to business, getting some mangoes for his wife who was currently suffering a migraine and wanted something sweet and fresh to eat after the whole night of debilitating nausea. 

He tried to be as quick as possible, parking closest to the supermarket, rushing inside and grabbing the ripest, yellowest mangoes, checking out and speeding home. 

On days like these, when one thing or the other triggered your migraines, it was a given that Yoongi worked from home, if he felt like he could work at all. 

He looked at the mess he and Sumi had made as they had had breakfast, the dirty dishes still sitting on the table. He collected them and placed them in the sink, moving to your daughter's room where her pajamas were thrown on her unmade bed. He swiftly folded her pajamas and made her bed, placing her pillows in a neat pile and opening a window to let some fresh air in. Then he was peeling and slicing the mangoes, trying to be as quiet as possible.

When the juicy fruit was cut into cubes and ready, he added some toothpicks so he could feed you easily and eased open your bedroom door. 

The dark curtains that Yoongi had installed especially because of his wife's light sensitivity, were pulled all the way shut and there was no light in the room, despite it being bright and sunny outside. 

"Jagiya?" Yoongi whispered.

"Hmmm?" You hummed back, indicating you were awake. 

"Do you feel like eating something?" He asked, still hushed. 

He saw your silhouette sit up in bed, the raging bed head, still visible in the dim light. He came and sat down in front of you, placing the plate of fruit between you both. "I'm hungry, but my teeth feel tender, I don't understand." Yoongi could hear the pout in your voice. 

"It's okay love, these mangoes are really soft and juicy. They'll be easy to eat" he assured you. He saw you nod, scooting forward just an inch. 

Yoongi gladly lifted a piece of fruit skewered on a toothpick to your mouth.

"Did you take Sumi to school?" You asked before opening your mouth slightly to take the bite, relishing the sweetness spreading on your palate after the bitter aftertaste of all that dry heaving last night. 

"Yeah, she was concerned about you. Wanted to say good morning" Yoongi giggled. 

"Aww" you took another bite from his hand, "you should've let her come in."

Yoongi's heart hurt at how weak you sounded. He hated these episodes, he hated seeing you in so much pain, and he couldn't do much except wait for it to be over. 

"You had finally fallen asleep jagi, I told her and she immediately understood."

"She's my big girl" you smiled proudly, wincing slightly at how much your eyes hurt, despite the room being almost pitch dark. 

You and Yoongi sat in silence for a while, him carefully feeding you, and you focusing on chewing softly.

"All done" he announced as the last piece he'd cut up made it's way past your lips.

"Thank you Yoongi" you smiled sadly. "I don't know what I'd do without you"

" We're a team baby. You don't have to do anything without me." His hand found yours, your aching body always finding solace in his gentle touches. You grabbed back, tugging it closer to your face and kissing it fondly, aware of the slight flush that must have made it's way up his cheeks at that. He did have a way of getting flustered that was absolutely adorable. 

" Does your head still hurt? " He asked kindly.

" Yeah" you whispered.

" Do you want me to give you a massage? "

A massage from your husband sounded heavenly and you were nodding immediately. More than willingly, Yoongi climbed onto the bed, making his way behind you on his knees. When you felt him behind you, you leaned back against his soft belly, head resting on his strong chest as his skilled fingers came to rest on your temples moving in coordinated circles to ease the tension in your skull. 

A sigh of relief left you as he worked his magic, working quietly and surely, because he had done this many times before. 

Soon enough, you felt your head getting lighter, the deep throbbing behind your eyes going away. Tears of gratitude filled your eyes involuntarily. Yoongi had no idea how in love you were with him. Because of these simple things he did. How he always made you feel better in a matter of moments, in all that he did. He had your heart. One that always ached with love for him and your little daughter. You couldn't believe you were this lucky, yet here you were. 

"Oh Yoongs, you're magical" you hummed as he pulled away, fluffing up your pillow so you could lie down again. 

He tucked you in and gingerly kissed your forehead. "You're my magic" he whispered into your hairline. "Now rest, and don't worry about a single thing" 

You nodded, thanking all heavenly entities for him in your life as he left the room.

The next thing you heard was when you woke up again. The sweet singsong voice of your daughter on the other side of the door, "I'll call her softly to check if she's sleeping" she promised her father.

Then the door opened and a head peeked in. 

"Omma?" A tiny voice asked. 

"Yes sweetheart?" You answered.

"Oh you're awake!" 

"Shh Sumi too loud!" Yoongi's hushed scolding made you frown. 

"It's okay baby, come to me" you opened your arms as you sat up, feeling a bit better after your nap.

She ran to you, scrambling onto the bed as her father carried a tray with three bowls on it, leaving the door open a smidge to let some light in. 

"How was your day?" You asked Sumi as she settled into your arms.

"It was good. I got an A on my homework. Appa helped me yesterday." She announced proudly.

"Good job baby" you hugged your daughter to your chest eyes meeting your husband's with a fond shine. 

"How was your day omma?" The little voice asked from next to your heart. "Do you feel better? Are you okay now?"

You nodded. "I feel better now that you're here." 

"Oh. See appa? If you had let me come to her in the morning, omma would already be okay" Sumi scolded her father. 

You laughed softly. 

"What's this you brought me?" You asked, tilting your head to the bowls.

"We brought you ice cream!" She announced happily.

" Ice cream makes everything better" Yoongi nodded knowingly, repeating a dialogue you loved to say ever since he had begun dating you. It was now an impromptu rule in your house. Ice cream makes everything better. 

Sumi also nodded very seriously, before turning her attention back to you.

" Can I help you eat it? " She asked

"Huh?" The question threw you off.

"You always feed me when I'm sick, should I feed you now?" She explained, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

"That's because you're my baby" you cooed. 

"You're my baby too," Sumi proudly announced, taking a bowl from her father's hands and lifting a half empty spoon to your smiling lips. 

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