Shy
Yoongi x Reader
Summary: You’re desperately craving your boyfriend's attention, but are too shy to ask for it
outright. Luckily, Yoongi knows what you want anyway.
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, swearing, unprotected sex(don’t do this pls), soft dom-ish Yoongi,
brief mentions of insecurities, not proofread
A/N: Thanks @theuselessdaydreamingidiot for requesting this! I had so much writing this
one, I hope you like it!
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He had to be doing this on purpose.
Normally, Yoongi could read you like a book, whether that was knowing whether you’d had a
particularly rough day or just what food you were craving, all you had to do was look at him and
he would know what you wanted.
Which was why his current lack of response to your attempts to gain his attention was so
frustrating.
The two of you hadn’t been able to see each other all week due to your work schedules, and to
say you were starting to go a little crazy was an understatement. As soon as you got to his
place, all you had been able to think about was jumping his bones. Normally, you didn’t consider
yourself a particularly horny person, but being without your boyfriend for any extended amount
of time definitely tended to make you extra needy.
It didn’t help that your boyfriend in question somehow managed to look so fucking hot all. the.
time. Even the simple sweatpants and white tee combo he was wearing was enough to make
you clench your thighs together with need in your current state.
You’d tried your best to ignore it through dinner, but once the two of you had cozied up together
on the couch to watch an episode of a drama, you couldn’t take it anymore. You were hyper
aware of the warmth radiating off of his body, his arm looped loosely around your waist, the
scent of his cologne filling your senses and drawing you closer, tucking your face against his
neck as the ache in your core grew stronger.
Fuck you wanted him so bad.
Usually, all you needed to do was just give a little hint that you were in the mood to Yoongi and
he would take the lead for you, asking in a low voice if you wanted to make each other feel
good, an offer that you always readily agreed to.
But tonight, nothing seemed to catch his attention.
You let your fingers dance over his skin, tracing little patterns over his arm, up his bicep to his
shoulder and back again, trying to elicit a response from him, but all he’d done was tighten his
other arm around your waist ever so slightly.
Deciding to try being a bit more direct, you shifted around in his hold, pressing teasing little
kisses along the underside of his jaw, knowing it was one of his weak spots, hoping he would
finally catch on to hint at what you wanted.
Yoongi hummed appreciatively, but his attention was still fully locked on the screen in front of
you, relaxing further into the couch.
You drew back slowly, frowning in frustration as you studied his side profile.
Maybe he was just really interested in the show, maybe he wasn’t in the mood, you weren’t
sure, but you felt too shy and awkward to ask outright.
Giving up, you slipped out from under his arm and stood up.
“Where’re you going?” He asked, finally looking up at you with a small frown.
“I’m tired, I think I’m just gonna go on to bed.” You lied.
“Are you sure?” He asked with a slight pout. “You want me to come with you?”
Yes please! “No, you stay and finish the show.” You pecked his cheek. “G’night, Baby.”
You quickly made your way down the hall to his room, not bothering with a light as you climbed
into bed, curling onto your side away from the door, staring at the wall in frustration.
You don’t know why you hadn’t just said yes when he’d offered to come with you, maybe then he
would’ve caught on if you’d tried again? Or maybe he was intentionally ignoring you as a way to
tease you for your shyness with him.
You don’t know why you always felt so shy to initiate anything sexual with Yoongi, it wasn’t like
your relationship was particularly new or anything, but everytime you even thought about saying
the same things that Yoongi said to you, they sounded so awkward and unsexy, not at all like
when he said them. When he said them, you felt your stomach drop in the best way, your knees
turning to jelly as your heart rate picked up. In just a few words, he could completely turn you to
putty in his hands, a skill you desperately wished you possessed at times like this.
Instead you were laying in bed alone and irritated.
No more than five minutes had passed before you heard the bedroom door behind you open,
Yoongi’s footsteps padding softly across the carpeted room to the bed.
You heard him chuckle softly to himself before the mattress dipped under his weight, quietly
sliding under the covers and shifting over till he was pressed against your back, draping an arm
over your waist.
“Babe? Are you asleep?” He asked softly.
“ ‘m trying to.” You grumbled, brushing his arm off of you. “I thought you were watching your
show?”
“I missed you too much.” He said, nuzzling his face in your hair. “It’s no fun without you.”
You didn’t respond, but he could sense you soured mood
“I’m sorry baby. Was I not giving enough attention earlier?” He wound his arm around your waist
again, pulling you close as his lips trailed along your neck and shoulder, mirroring your actions
from earlier.
You squirmed slightly against him, not wanting to cave so easily, but his wandering hands and
warm breath against your skin flooded your core with arousal, your breath hitching and coming
out unsteady.
“Let me make it up to you.” He murmured against your skin, his hand making its way under your
shirt, fingers brushing over where your skin disappeared under the material of your sleep shorts.
Fuck, you were so weak for him.
“Please.” You breathed, arching closer to him.
You made a soft noise, something between a whimper and his name as he continued to leave a
trail of kisses against the flushed skin of your neck as his fingers slipped under the waistband,
creeping lower till they brushed your pubic bone, just shy of where you needed him.
You squirmed in his gentle hold, bordering on desperation now.
“Yoongi,” You pleaded. “Please.” You needed him, and you weren’t sure how much longer your
sanity could hold out against his teasing touches.
“I got you, baby,” He assured you softly, retracting his hand. “I’ll take care of you.”
He gently rolled you over, caressing your face before bringing his lips to yours in a tender kiss.
You sighed in relief, looping your arms around his neck to keep him close as he shifted to hover
over you, settling between your legs that fell open to accommodate him.
His grip on your waist tightened in surprise as your tongue delved into his mouth, swallowing
down the sweet, almost inaudible groan that left him as your wet muscle tangled with his own.
God, you were addicted to the taste of him, light and sweet with a faint bitterness of the wine
you’d drank at dinner.
His fingers dug into your thighs, dimpling the flesh as he ground his hips against yours, pressing
his growing erection against your clothed core, your arousal soaking through the material of
your shorts and making them stick to you slightly.
You don’t know when he removed his sweats, all you were aware of was his fingers hooking in
the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down as you lifted your hips to help him remove
them, leaving you both bare from the waist down.
“My sweet baby.” He hummed, leaving another trail of wet kisses down your throat as he
brushed two fingers through your slick folds, making you hiss as he teased your throbbing clit.
“Fuck Yoongi, please!” You begged. You had lost all patience, shamelessly bucking against his
hand to any sort of relief, and in turn breaking any resistance he held.
As weak as you might have been for Yoongi, he was even more so for you, willing to give you
anything you wanted and more. You could ask him for the moon and he would find a way to
technically give it to you.
Removing his fingers, he shifted position to align the tip of his cock with your entrance. You
were so wet and needy already, he slipped into you easily without any prep, sinking in all the
way to the hilt in one go, making your eyes roll back in pleasure at finally being filled.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Angel.” He groaned, watching the way your hungry cunt swallowed him
so eagerly. He pulled back, rolling his hips into yours slowly, letting you feel every inch and vein
of his cock as it dragged against your walls.
“Fuck Yoongi, faster, please.” You practically mewled, clinging to his shoulders.
It was almost embarrassing, how reactive you were, how fast you fell apart for him, but you
couldn’t bring yourself to care, all you wanted was for Yoongi to fuck you properly.
The desperation in your voice sent a shot of electricity straight through Yoongi, making his cock
twitch inside you as he immediately picked up the pace, plunging back into you quickly and
setting a pace that had your toes curling.
His arms were braced against the mattress on either side of you, caging you in while your own
hands clutched feebly at his back, nails scraping against his skin, leaving bright red lines and
crescent marks in their wake.
Yoongi buried his face in your neck, groaning out with nearly every thrust, not bothering to try
and muffle them as he knew they only spurred you further on as well, making you clench and
spasm around him.
“F-fuck, Yoongi! I-I‘m close!” You managed to whine out,
“I know, baby, it’s okay.” Yoongi panted, kissing your neck. “Let go, I’ve got you.”
A few more thrusts of Yoongi’s hips were all that it took to tip you over the edge, a sharp ringing
filling your ears as your high crashed over you, flooding your senses and causing your muscles
to contract and spasm in bliss.
Yoongi followed almost immediately after you, spilling deep inside you with a broken groan,
body going stiff over yours as he shuddered through the aftershocks.
He half collapsed on top of you, rolling to the side to avoid crushing you as you both lay there,
chests heaving as you tried to catch your breath.
“Feel better?” He asked breathlessly.
“Yeah,” You replied weakly. “Thank you.”
“Anytime.” He grinned, leaning up to kiss your cheek. “Though, you know, if you wanted sex,
you could just ask. You don’t have to keep teasing me till I say something.”
“So you were paying attention earlier!” You exclaimed, sitting up to look at him. “Why didn’t you
say anything?”
“I was waiting to see if you would say something first,” He said, sitting up as well. “But then you
went off to sulk instead.”
“I wasn’t sulking.” You pouted.
“Yes you were.” He smiled softly, wrapping his arms around you. “What I want to know though is
why? Why won’t you ever initiate sex with me directly? You always kinda dance around it till I
make the first move.” He looked down at you curiously.
“I don’t know.” You looked down, feeling your face heat up. “I guess I just feel kinda shy.”
Yoongi let out a short burst of laughter.
“Babe, you are one of the least shy people I’ve ever met!” He laughed. “I’ve seen you make
friends in the middle of the grocery store after having a full blown debate with someone over the
validity of skim milk!”
“That’s different! This is you and me, it’s feels embarrassing!” You buried your face in his chest,
earning another chuckle from him. “What am I supposed to do, just jump you as soon as you
walk in the door and say 'I need you in me or I’ll die'?”
“I mean, that would be really hot,” He smirked, earning a weak smack from you. “But seriously,
you don’t need to feel embarrassed with me. Anytime you’re in the mood, just tell me. Hell, we
could even make up a codeword if that makes you feel better.” He offered.
“What, like ‘Pineapple’?” You asked, incredulously.
“Sure, if that’s what you want. As of now, Pineapple means sex.” He announced, making you
burst into a fit of laughter of your own.
“You’re insane!” You giggled.
“Only for you.” He said with a grin. “I mean it though, I want you to feel comfortable talking to me
about stuff like this.”
You nodded, letting you head rest back against his chest.
“Thank you.” You said. “For not making fun of me.”
“I would never.” He said seriously, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
You drifted off to the sound of Yoongi’s heartbeat, completely and utterly content.
You did, however, wake up the next morning to several containers of fresh pineapple in the
refridgerator.
“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”
“I think I’m hillarious.”
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