↠ Summary: It was supposed to be a lazy Saturday morning, but things turned the other way when you came up with the cutest idea.
↠ Pairing: Yoongi x fem!Reader
↠ Genre: established relationship!AU, smut, huge amount of fluff
↠ Warnings: sub!Yoongi, dom!Reader, pegging, rimjob, handjob, anal fingering, breast kissing and sucking, discussion of safe word, Yoongi in a sweater (beware of cuteness overload), lots of kisses, reader is such a tease, just Yoongi being unbearably cute🥰🫠
↠ Word count: 4.4k
author’s note: This is my first “decent” one shot, so… yeah. English isn’t my first language, so I’m sorry if you find any mistakes, I tried my best to avoid them. I think this turned out pretty well. I hope you’ll enjoy reading this :) Here’s the sweater I’m talking about.
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“It’s Saturday morning. You wake up early to Yoongi still sleeping on his side, knees bent close to his chest and both hands resting under his squishy cheek, his lips formed into a pout, and his eyebrow slightly furrowed. He looks like a kitten curled up in a ball.
God, he looks so adorable, you want to squeeze those cheeks, but you don’t want to wake him up.
You step out of bed and look through the window.
It’s snowy outside. Streets and roofs are covered in crystal snow.
You instantly feel cold and are only in your pajama shorts and top.
You kick into the slippers and make your way to the wardrobe. You open the closet, and your eyes land on a blue knitted sweater.
It’s been a while since the last time you wore that sweater. It is oversized and thick, perfect for cold weather. Yoongi gave it to you last Christmas. It was your favorite thing to wear last winter. It made you warm even when it was freezing outside.
Without much thinking, you put on the sweater and head out to the bathroom.
After doing your morning skincare routine and brushing your teeth, you step into your bedroom again. Yoongi’s still fast asleep in his kitten-like position, and you can’t help yourself from muttering a silent “aww” under your nose.
It’s been a tough week for him since he had to finish the project he’s been working on for weeks. You decided not to wake him up because he deserves to rest after a tiring week.
Maybe you should do something nice for him? Maybe surprise him with breakfast in bed?
Of course, everything for your man. Even when he’d come home late, he’d still make time for you and ask about your day even when he was tired. So why don’t you make something nice for him as well?
You go to the kitchen and begin cooking breakfast. Scrambled eggs and butter toast. You also make breakfast for yourself because your stomach has been making the weirdest sound. You make a cup of cappuccino for Yoongi and a cup of tea for you. Everything’s almost done, but then you hear footsteps from the bedroom.
“Morning, honey. Are you making breakfast?”
And there’s Yoongi, standing in the doorway with nothing but a sweater and boxers on. His hair is still a little messy from sleeping, but you can’t stop yourself from thinking how cute he looks in that sweater. Brown oversized sweater with red lines around the neck. You got it for him last Christmas, and it was his favorite sweater that winter. You love it as well because he looks so lovable in it.
“Hey, umm.. good morning Yoongs, yeah, I’m making breakfast. I was about to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but since you woke up….”
He makes his way to you, hugs you around your waist and gives you a morning kiss on your cheek.
“Why did you wake up so early? I thought you were sleeping longer today. It's Saturday.”
“I know, but I smelled something nice coming from the kitchen, and there you are, making breakfast,” he murmurs in his raspy morning voice.
“Well, then, why don’t you sit down? Breakfast is ready.”
You both sit down at the table and begin eating breakfast.
“Hmm, this is so delicious,” Yoongi comments with a mouthful of eggs and toast.
“Thanks, I made this with love,” you smile at him. Gosh, you love your husband.
“I really like your sweater,” you comment.
“Thank you. It’s super comfy and warm. I put it on because it’s so cold today, you gave it to me last Christmas, and I really love it.
After a minute of comfortable silence, you speak.
“I wonder what you would look like in this sweater while I fuck you.”
Yoongi chokes on his food and lifts his head, confusion written all over his face and a tiny piece of egg clinging to the corner of his mouth.
“What?”
“I bet you’d look very cute.”
Yoongi doesn’t know what to say, so you take the chance to speak.
“When I was buying you this sweater, I fantasized how you’d look like underneath me while I fuck your cute little bum.”
“Is this one of your sexual fantasies?” he asks.
“Well, I think you can say so. So what do you say?”
“You want to fuck me in this sweater?”
“Yeah,” you answer him feeling a little embarrassed because you really don’t know what he thinks about the idea. If he doesn’t like it, then it’s okay. Maybe he doesn’t want to be your little baby and prefers to be your dom. You and Yoongi talked about this before, that you’re going to share your sexual fantasies. Then why does he look so caught off guard? Of course, you’re peacefully eating breakfast and then, out of nowhere you tell him that he’d look cute in this sweater while you fuck his ass.
“Yoongs?”, he looks zoned out, he definitely doesn't like the idea, you think.
“If you don’t like the idea than it’s-”
“No, umm… I like it, actually”, you don’t get a chance to finish your statement when Yoongi comes back to Earth and dispels your doubts.
“I really like the idea of you dominating me. I just imagined how it would look, and I think it’d be hot, actually,” he confesses and scratches his ear in shyness, the habit Yoongi does when he feels embarrassed or shy.
“It’s been a while since the last time I pegged you. You looked so fucked up then and-”
“Okay, stop. You’re embarrassing me”, he interrupts you. You see just how much he blushes and looks down in shyness.
The last time you pegged him, he looked like a complete mess, begging you and almost crying because of how good you were fucking him. He felt so vulnerable being your little sex slave, but he’d lie if he said he didn’t like it because he enjoyed it so much he was a moaning mess. Yoongi was fast asleep that night till the afternoon.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I know, you’ve told me that,” he says, fidgeting with his earring.
“I know you were craving for this, didn’t you? So what do you say? Wanna do it again?”
“Yeah, I do, but don’t expect me to be a mess again. Okay? I'll be dead serious. I’ll do it just because you want this”, he declares.
“Aww, Yoongs, you try to be cool, but I know that the minute I start fingering you, you’ll be melting and begging for more.”
“Not this time.”
“Sure you will. Within minutes, you’ll be moaning my name and begging for more,” you don’t believe him. You intend to ruin him and make him beg for your touch, just like he did the last time. And you’ll get what you want. You’ve known Yoongi for years, and you know that he acts like he doesn’t like or want something, he tries to act serious and isn't interested, but in reality, he likes it so much he can’t stop thinking about it.
“I’m serious,” he whines.
“But that’s the fun part. I want to ruin you. You know when something’s so cute you wanna ruin it because it’s unbearably cute.”
“I’ll do it for you. I’ll let you ruin me in this sweater just because you want this”, he says.
“Yoongs, you’re no fun. You could have said at first that you don’t want this,” you say. You want to tease him because you know how badly he wants you to fuck him, yet he acts like he doesn’t care anymore because you made fun of him.
“I do want this,” he utters and tilts his head, so now he’s looking at you.
“Hah! See, you want this so bad, don’t you.”
“Yeah, okay, I do,” he acknowledges.
“Okay, then go, clean yourself up,” you tell him.
“Wait, you wanna do it now?!" he asks you, surprised.
“Only if you want to,” you answer him on your way to wash the dishes.
“Okay, I’ll go then,” he says as he stands up and makes his way to the bathroom.
Ah, you love to mess with his head. You know that he wants to be fucked just as much as you want to fuck him.
While Yoongi’s in the bathroom, you’re preparing the bed. You put on black lace underwear, the one Yoongi got you on your birthday. You take a bottle of lube from the nightstand and place it on it. Then you lay on the bed and wait for Yoongi.
“Okay, I’m rea-... oh”, he steps out of the bathroom only to see you lying on your side wearing nothing but underwear. Gosh, you look so hot like this.
“Come here, honey,” you instruct him and pat the bed a few times.
He does as told and makes his way to bed.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asks.
“A little, but that’s nothing.”
“You should put something on.”
“I’ll get warm when I’ll fuck you, don’t worry, baby,” you answer him. It is cold, actually, but you don’t mind it. All you want to do right now is to ruin your cute little Yoongi. He looks unbearably cute in that sweater.
“Okay, Yoongs, before I do anything, say. Do you want this?” you ask.
“Yes.”
“If it hurts or something, please tell me. Maybe we need a safe word?” you ask again.
“I don’t know. If you want to.”
“It’s up to you.”
“Okay, umm… Orange.”
“Orange? Why?” you ask him.
“Because tangerines are orange,” he answers you and looks down shyly.
“Aww, Yoongs, you're so sweet,” you can’t help yourself from smiling.
“Like a tangerine?” he asks.
You push him on his back and crawl on top of him. You cup his cheeks and press them together. Now he looks way too cute.
“Yes, my baby boy, you’re my little tangerine,” you kiss him a few times, then kiss his forehead.
“I feel so embarrassed right now,” he utters.
“You don’t have to, baby. I’m doing this because you look so cute, and I love you. You said you’ll let me do whatever I want with you.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Aww, Yoongie Boongie, you're so cute.”
You begin a kissing journey, starting from his forehead to his collarbone. You don’t leave a single area of his flesh unkissed.
Yoongi tugs his hands into his sweater and places them on your waist, stroking them up and down your curves. You instantly feel warmer.
“Hmh?” you feel something poking your thigh. You look down and notice a bulge in his boxers.
“Guess who’s seeking for attention,” your voice sounds excited.
“I know, baby, I know,” he answers while looking down.
You make your way to his side.
“I’ll take your underwear, okay,” you ask, already knowing the answer.
“Mhm.”
You pull down his boxers and free his hardened cock. He must be really excited about what will happen soon. He is, and you know it. You know he secretly adores being subby, but doesn’t want to acknowledge that out loud. He thinks it’s unmanly, but you know better.
“Spread your legs, baby,” you instruct him, and he does as told.
“Now, give me a small pillow.”
He takes one of your decorative pillows and hands it to you.
“Lift your bum,” you command.
He lifts his ass so you can place a pillow under it.
You kneel between his legs and lean forwards to kiss him. Yoongi cups your ass and squeezes it. His action sends chills down to your core.
“I love you so much, Yoongi, can’t wait to ruin you.”
“I love you too, darling,” you murmur to each other between kisses.
You then kiss him all the way down his tummy, kissing him through his sweater. You inhale his scent. He smells so good. There’s a hint of your favorite cologne of his.
“Look at you, you’re so hard, you’re so excited to be fucked aren’t you?” you tease him, admiring his fully erect cock.
“Can you touch me?” he murmurs quietly.
“What did you say?” you lift your head to look at him.
“Touch me, please,” he says. There he is, your needy Yoongi.
“Say that again.”
He sighs, remembering that he promised himself to be serious. You totally messed up with his mind. He still doesn’t know why he chose to be so severe. He regrets it, but there’s nothing he can do about it.
Yoongi knows that you want to make a mess of him on purpose, to prove him wrong, to prove that he, in fact, is your subby baby boy, and he knows that you’ll tease him about that afterward. But now, when you cought him asking for your touch, he can’t do anything but repeat himself.
“Can you touch me? Please.”
“Guess who’s needy, okay? I’ll touch you, baby boy, but just because you’re being needy, and I feel sorry for you.”
You reach out to the nightstand and grab a bottle of lube. You put some lube on your fingers and smear it on his rim.
Yoongi squirms.
“Something’s wrong?” you ask. You know that the lube is cold, and that’s why he squirmed.
“Nothing, it’s just...it feels weird.”
“You want me to stop?”
“No,” he insists.
“Of course you don’t, I know,” you murmur. You can tell that he’d do anything to have your fingers in his ass, judging from the way his dick twitched.
He’d be begging you to finger his rim if not for his attitude.
You purposely caress your fingers around his hole and don’t push them in yet. You want to tease him. You want him to beg for your touch, just like he did the last time.
“C-can you push your finger in already?” he murmurs.
“Say that again,” you’re being cruel. God, how badly he craves your touch. You’ll touch him in the best ways possible, but just not yet. You want to tease him first.
“___, just do it already,” he whines.
“Do what?”
In this case, he’d get upset and not want to do it anymore, but not this time, not when he’s so turned on. Yoongi loves the way you tease him, but he can’t tell you that, not when he promised to be dead serious. He regrets saying that, but he knows if he begins to beg you, you’ll tease him about that every time you’d get a chance to. So he tries to maintain his cool attitude.
“Push your finger inside.”
Yoongi hates himself so much right now.
“Say please.”
He inhales deeply and sighs. “Please.”
“Okaaay, now the whole sentence.”
“Push your finger inside me… please.”
“See, that’s simple. All you have to do is ask.”
You’d tease him more for a while, but you kinda feel sorry for him. You slowly push your index finger into his hole to stretch him a little; you don’t want to hurt him.
Yoongi scrunches his nose.
“How’s that?” you ask, lifting your head to look at his expression.
“Good.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No.”
You push your whole finger to your knuckles, then pull it out, not entirely, leaving the tip of your digit inside. You repeat this action a few times to prepare him for more of your fingers.
But again, you purposely don’t add another finger, even though he seems ready to take in more of your digits. You wait for him to ask you.
You don’t wait too long, and Yoongi’s already asking for more.
“Please, more”
“Say that again.’
“___, please, don’t be so cruel to me. Why are you like this?” he whines.
You pull out your finger.
“Okay then, guess you don’t want this anymore,” you say as you act like you’re making your way out of bed.
“No, ___, please,” he sits up and grabs your wrist. You’ve never seen him so desperate.
You turn to look at him. He looks at you with puppy eyes and pouts.
“Please, ___.”
You sit there for a moment. You can’t just leave him like that. It would be too cruel. And you won't. Of course, you won't. That was your idea, after all.
“I won’t.” You make your way back between his legs again. Yoongi lays back down and looks at you.
You crawl on top of him, so you are now facing him. You caress his face and tug a stray strand of hair hanging from his forehead to his ear.
“I know you’re craving my touch like a starving man. I know you try to act cool.”
He just looks at you and says nothing.
“If you want me so bad, then use your words, baby. Okay?”
“Mhm.”
“Good.” You caress his blonde locks.
You make your way back between his legs.
You caress your finger around his hole, waiting for him to speak.
“P-push your finger inside me, please.”
“Good boy, see, all you have to do is ask.”
Then again, you thrust your finger in and out a few times.
You add another digit.
“How’s that?”
“Good.”
You curl your fingers.
“Mhm, do that again.”
“Words.”
“Curl your fingers again, please.”
You curl your digits again, hearing another whimper from Yoongi.
You continue fingering him for a while, thrusting your fingers in till knuckles, then curling them and pushing out, leaving your fingertips inside.
“Ah, fuck,” whispers audibly. No way you found the spot.
“What is it?” you ask.
“Please do that again, please,” he begs.
You do it again, curling your fingers on that exact spot you just did.
You’d mock him again about the fact that he’s begging you, but you decide to save that for later.
“Mhm, right there, fuck.” Yoongi has his eyes closed and mouth slightly parted.
“You think you can take in one more?” you ask.
“Yeah.”
“Okay then,” you push a third finger into his hole.
“How’s that?”
“Mhm, it feels good,” he murmurs.
You continue to fuck your fingers into his ass to prepare him.
“Do you think you’re ready to take in my dick?” you ask.
“I think yeah.”
“Okay then,” you make your way to the closet to take your strap on.
“Don’t look,” you tell him.
“I won’t,” he says and closes his eyes.
You come back with your dildo on and crawl back on the bed.
“You can look now.”
Yoongi opens his eyes, and there you are, kneeling between his thighs with a strap on.
You undo your bra and throw it somewhere in the corner. Now you feel even colder.
“Can I…”
“Words, baby.”
“Can I kiss your boobs, please?” Ah, he’s always been a sucker for your breasts.
You lean closer. Yoongi cups one of your boobs and sucks on the nipple.
Then he cups another one and sucks it as well.
He’s about to kiss the first one again, but you lean back.
“Okay, that’s it for now.”
He groans in annoyance.
You position yourself back between his legs.
His cock. So painfully hard. You should give him some friction.
You take his cock and stroke its head rapidly with your thumb a few times.
“Fuck, Aah!” he suddenly sits up and tries to take your hand away.
“It’s too sensitive, please,” he begs.
You can’t help your smile.
“Ah, Yoongs, you’re so dramatic.”
He lays back down.
You stop the torture and finger him a few times to prepare him for your dick.
You apply more lube on your dildo and position yourself in front of his rim.
“Are you ready?” you have to ask him; otherwise, you’ll feel bad.
“Mhm.”
“Tell me how bad you want this.” Again, you’re being cruel. Just fuck him already. You know he’s craving to be stuffed.
“Please, ___, fuck my ass.”
“Good boy,” you praise him.
You look down at his ass and realize that it will be difficult to fuck him like that. His butt is lying too close to the mattress, so he has to lift his legs.
“Bend your knees to your chest,” you instruct him, and he obeys.
“Good, now spread them so I can see you,” Yoongi does that as well.
You have the best view now. His dick is now on full display, leaking with precum.
“Here I go. Please tell me if it hurts, okay?” you ask him before sliding in.
“Mhm,” he instantly lets you know he understood.
You position yourself to his hole and slide in about two inches, then keep it for a moment and slip in more. You have your hands pressing his legs close to his chest. You lift your head to look at Yoongi, who has his nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed.
“Does it hurt?” you ask.
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, just need to adjust to your size,” he lets you know that he’s okay.
You slowly move back and then thrust in, this time adding a few more inches.
You move your hips back and forward at a slow pace, sincerely studying his expression for any signs of discomfort or pain. He stays silent, having his eyes closed and breathing faster.
“Can you go faster, please?” he asks you. You get instantly relieved. You don’t want to hurt him because once you accidentally did and felt really bad about him.
Now you do as he said, moving faster and deeper, but not too deep.
“Mhm, it feels so nice,” he rasps silently.
You need to bring him to the edge. You need him to scream your name and beg for you to don’t stop. You need to ruin this adorable little baby boy in the best way possible, but first, you have to find the spot that will send him to heaven.
You watch him the whole time you fuck his ass, admiring his blissed features.
“It does?” you ask.
“Mhm, fuck, yes.” He decided to end this stupid act. He knows you'll still tease him at the end of the day. He broke his promise because fuck it, you feel too good for him.
You increase your speed and thrust almost all your length into him.
Yoongi opens his mouth and sighs loudly. He looks so relaxed and floating in pure bliss.
With each thrust, you go faster, trying to find his sweet spot. You are looking at him. The way he looks so adorable in his knitted sweater, the way his mouth hangs open, the way his eyes are closed, and the way his hair sticks to his forehead. Everything about Yoongi makes your heart flutter.
“O-oh fuck,” he moans. “Mhm, right there, it feels so good.”
No way. You found it. You found the sweetest spot of his.
This is it. Now all you have to do is fuck that spot rapidly and send Yoongi to kitten heaven. Now you’ll ruin your cute little kitten in the way you had fantasized.
“___, mhm, please, don’t stop, please, never,” he begs.
“Guess who’s begging to be fucked, Mr. Serious,” you mock him. You’ll tease him even more afterward.
“A-aah, shut up,” he moans. He looks totally blissed out.
You look at him the entire time. This looks even better than you had imagined. Your little kitten in his sweater begging you not to stop. He’s so vulnerable right now.
You do the most unexpected thing. You drop the hold of his knee and grab his dick. It’s leaking so much with precum. You start jerking him off rapidly.
“Ahh, shit, ___,” Yoongi arches his back and throws his head back as much as possible. He got the sheets gripping, and his mouth parted wide open.
This is it. This is exactly what you wanted. The view does things to your core. You feel yourself dripping from this view. Definitely one of the best things you’ve ever seen.
Your hand hurts, but you don’t think about it that much. Yoongi is the one who’s got all your attention.
“Look at me, kitten,” you command.
He lowers his head, and your eyes meet. You’ve never seen Yoongi in the state like this. Words aren’t enough to describe how fucked he looks. He doesn’t think about anything but the upcoming sensation in his core.
“Mhm, ___, I’m,” he stutters. “I think I‘m close.”
“Look what you have become, moaning my name like it’s the only word you know. Who said it would be dead serious? Wasn’t it Yoongi? Where’s that Mr. Serious now? Oh, he’s under me, groaning and moaning like-”
“AHH FUCK!” Yoongi screams, and his voice cracks as his orgasm hits him like a train. He cums all over his sweater, and some of the cum even lands over his face.
“Yes, cum for me, kitten, good boy,” you praise him.
You drop the hold of his cock. Your hand aches like crazy, but it was worth it. You slip out of him, and he drops his legs on the mattress.
“Was it good,” you ask, already knowing the answer.
“Mhm, ___, that was amazing,” he answers. “I feel dead now.”
You lean to his face.
“You got cum on your nose, baby,” you wipe his cum from his nose with your thumb and lick it.
“Mhm, that tastes just like you,” you tell him.
“I feel so embarrassed now,” he murmurs.
“Don’t be. That was so fucking hot. You looked so hot. You know what? I won’t tease you about this, okay?”
“Mhm,” he hums.
“You want to sleep, kitten?”
“Mhm.”
“Okay, but let me take your sweater off, or your cum will harden, and it will be hard to wash,” you say.
You take off his sweater. He’s now lying naked on the bed, so you pull a duvet over his body and tug him up.
“Sleep tight, kitten.” You kiss his cheek, and he smiles. He rolls up to his side and falls asleep in a moment.
You fix yourself and go to the bathroom to put Yoongi’s sweater in the washing machine.
You feel horny right now, but you know that Yoongi will please you in return tonight.
You change your soaked underwear and put on a plain gray t-shirt. You are also tired, so you go back to the bed beside Yoongi and spoon him. You fall asleep in a few minutes.
You know what will happen when you wake up. You will eat dinner, watch a movie perhaps, and Yoongi will return his favor and send you to Hong Kong.
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