Life as you once knew it was over.
And you could not be happier.
You knew Yoongi. Like actually knew him. You knew him in a way that only his closest friends knew him. You had become inseparable...and it had only been two days. His vacation plans hadn't included you, but now revolved around being able to see you. He only wanted to spend time with you, getting to know you, kissing you, connecting with you…he needed you more than he’d ever allowed himself to need anyone, and he was both overjoyed and terrified at knowing it.
"Look at this picture I just took, Yoongi. You look so hot," you handed him your phone, a shy smile ran across his face and your heart warmed...seeing him giddy would never get old. "Thank you, Love. Would you be ok sending it to me? I think this would be a good one to post...what do you think?" He handed you your phone and wrapped his arms around your waist as you walked further through the tour of Alcatraz. "Absolutely, sending now," you smiled, quickly sending the photo, giddy to melt into him. You were actually surprised at how good you'd become at walking together, your back against his chest, his lips against your neck. You giggled, the feeling of his kiss against you caused your skin to blanket with goosebumps and your pussy to warm in wetness. As you walked out onto the deck, he spun you around and pulled you tightly into his chest with the sun shining on your face and a sweet happy smile meeting your lips. His kisses had become like oxygen...necessary for your survival.
"I have a question," he began as he laced his fingers through yours and you started to walk along the deck, listening to the sounds of the waves crashing against the rock. "What is your question, handsome?" You smiled, leaning against his arm as you held his hand. "I was thinking that I'd like to call you something besides love or sweetheart," he looked down, the nerve that he'd worked up fading with the intensity of his feelings for you...and the fear that maybe you might not feel the same. "You can call me whatever you want, Yoongi," you giggled, "I trust you wouldn't call me anything I wouldn't want." He laughed and stopped walking, taking over the space in front of you. He ran his fingers along your forehead, tucking your hair behind your ear, seemingly shining with warmth, "what about honey?" You smiled, covering your giggle, as you nodded, "that's good." He continued, "yeah, well what about, hmmm...baby or babe?" You nodded, "sure." "And how about…" he paused as if he was flipping a coin to decide if he would proceed with the real question he wanted to ask, but confidently going forward, "my girlfriend?"
"Aww, Yoongi," you wrapped your arms around his neck, snuggling against him, your heart feeling like it had actually burst with love for him, "I'd love that." "Yeah," he smiled shyly, not surprised by your answer so much as he was surprised at how quickly he wanted to ask you, "that makes me really happy." You were millimeters away from each other, both of your smile bearing faces so covered in joy that you closed your eyes in order to soak it all in. You pressed your forehead against his and softly added, "me too." He looked away, slightly embarrassed with how much he cared about you, legitimately overwhelmed with how fast his life combined with yours, "are you ready to go, baby?" You nodded, leaning against his arm once more as you held hands to get onto the ferry.
"I'm so happy you were able to come with me," he brought the hand he was holding up to his lips to kiss, "this...us, has been the most amazing experience of my life. I've fallen so hard for you." "You aren't the only one who has fallen, baby. I'm head over heels for you. I've never been this happy before, like ever in my life." He ran his hand through your hair as you leaned against his chest, staring out over the view of the bay, as the sun began to shift into the late afternoon, "so...I hope you don't mind, but I've made some shifts to our accommodations. I really want to cook for you and I can't do that in the hotel, so I've rented a house on the beach for a couple of days. Is that ok?" You giggled, "yes, that sounds amazing. Thank you for taking care of it...I'm so excited to taste your cooking." "Really?" He laughed, looking across the bay, squeezing your hand. "Ummm, yeah, babe. Everything you make always looks so good...I'm always so jealous of the guys," you laughed, hiding your face against his neck, realizing how silly you sounded. "You are so damn cute, baby," he kissed your forehead, "but, what if the guys have been pretending this whole time and I'm really a terrible cook."
You burst out laughing, quieting quickly when the other tour goers looked in your direction. Speaking from behind your hand, covering your face, you assured him, "even if that's true, which we both know there would be no way that they'd let you keep making them food if you were bad at it, but let's just pretend it could be true. I'd just be so grateful that you even wanted to cook for me. Honestly, that's something I've been thinking about..." "What, baby," he whispered, as he pulled you close to his body. "I want to make sure that you are actually getting the vacation that you wanted...and absolutely deserve. I feel so happy to be with you...there is literally no place I'd rather be, but is this what you want? Me being here with you…" You hadn't really processed through everything you were feeling, it was mainly good things, but you were also worried about 'taking over' his recharging time. "Baby," he lifted your chin and kissed you softly, "I just asked you to be my girlfriend. That has to tell you something, right?" "I just…" you looked down, embarrassed by your feelings of doubt, still finding it hard to believe that it was real life, "...don't want to ruin anything for you. You work so fucking hard and your time off should be about you and what you want. I want to make sure that's what's happening."
He pushed his lips against your forehead, before he kissed you with a flurry of small pecks, "I've never felt like this before. I'm always cautious, always thinking about work and the limits on my time that it creates...avoiding even thinking about relationships, because I know I can't be a partner that someone would deserve. But, with you...I couldn't just ignore how I was feeling. I couldn't make myself stop feeling what I was feeling. And maybe it's because I have this time, for the first time in forever, but I know that I don't want to spend it with anyone else. I want you to be with me. I want you to be my girl and I want to spend every single moment I can with you. I'm not depriving myself of feeling the fucking most amazing feelings that I do with you, baby. I want this more than anything." Your eyes were watering, so much so that a single tear dropped from your eye onto your cheek. Yoongi leaned close to you and kissed the fading wet trail, before wrapping you in his full embrace. "I want this more than anything, too, baby," you kissed his cheek and released a heavy, but relieved sigh. As the air pushed out of your body, so did any remaining doubt. You trusted Yoongi and you trusted your heart...you leaped in with faith that what you were feeling was real and the knowledge that Yoongi was there, holding your hand, leaping in with you.
And you could not be happier.
You knew Yoongi. Like actually knew him. You knew him in a way that only his closest friends knew him. You had become inseparable...and it had only been two days. His vacation plans hadn't included you, but now revolved around being able to see you. He only wanted to spend time with you, getting to know you, kissing you, connecting with you…he needed you more than he’d ever allowed himself to need anyone, and he was both overjoyed and terrified at knowing it.
"Look at this picture I just took, Yoongi. You look so hot," you handed him your phone, a shy smile ran across his face and your heart warmed...seeing him giddy would never get old. "Thank you, Love. Would you be ok sending it to me? I think this would be a good one to post...what do you think?" He handed you your phone and wrapped his arms around your waist as you walked further through the tour of Alcatraz. "Absolutely, sending now," you smiled, quickly sending the photo, giddy to melt into him. You were actually surprised at how good you'd become at walking together, your back against his chest, his lips against your neck. You giggled, the feeling of his kiss against you caused your skin to blanket with goosebumps and your pussy to warm in wetness. As you walked out onto the deck, he spun you around and pulled you tightly into his chest with the sun shining on your face and a sweet happy smile meeting your lips. His kisses had become like oxygen...necessary for your survival.
"I have a question," he began as he laced his fingers through yours and you started to walk along the deck, listening to the sounds of the waves crashing against the rock. "What is your question, handsome?" You smiled, leaning against his arm as you held his hand. "I was thinking that I'd like to call you something besides love or sweetheart," he looked down, the nerve that he'd worked up fading with the intensity of his feelings for you...and the fear that maybe you might not feel the same. "You can call me whatever you want, Yoongi," you giggled, "I trust you wouldn't call me anything I wouldn't want." He laughed and stopped walking, taking over the space in front of you. He ran his fingers along your forehead, tucking your hair behind your ear, seemingly shining with warmth, "what about honey?" You smiled, covering your giggle, as you nodded, "that's good." He continued, "yeah, well what about, hmmm...baby or babe?" You nodded, "sure." "And how about…" he paused as if he was flipping a coin to decide if he would proceed with the real question he wanted to ask, but confidently going forward, "my girlfriend?"
"Aww, Yoongi," you wrapped your arms around his neck, snuggling against him, your heart feeling like it had actually burst with love for him, "I'd love that." "Yeah," he smiled shyly, not surprised by your answer so much as he was surprised at how quickly he wanted to ask you, "that makes me really happy." You were millimeters away from each other, both of your smile bearing faces so covered in joy that you closed your eyes in order to soak it all in. You pressed your forehead against his and softly added, "me too." He looked away, slightly embarrassed with how much he cared about you, legitimately overwhelmed with how fast his life combined with yours, "are you ready to go, baby?" You nodded, leaning against his arm once more as you held hands to get onto the ferry.
"I'm so happy you were able to come with me," he brought the hand he was holding up to his lips to kiss, "this...us, has been the most amazing experience of my life. I've fallen so hard for you." "You aren't the only one who has fallen, baby. I'm head over heels for you. I've never been this happy before, like ever in my life." He ran his hand through your hair as you leaned against his chest, staring out over the view of the bay, as the sun began to shift into the late afternoon, "so...I hope you don't mind, but I've made some shifts to our accommodations. I really want to cook for you and I can't do that in the hotel, so I've rented a house on the beach for a couple of days. Is that ok?" You giggled, "yes, that sounds amazing. Thank you for taking care of it...I'm so excited to taste your cooking." "Really?" He laughed, looking across the bay, squeezing your hand. "Ummm, yeah, babe. Everything you make always looks so good...I'm always so jealous of the guys," you laughed, hiding your face against his neck, realizing how silly you sounded. "You are so damn cute, baby," he kissed your forehead, "but, what if the guys have been pretending this whole time and I'm really a terrible cook."
You burst out laughing, quieting quickly when the other tour goers looked in your direction. Speaking from behind your hand, covering your face, you assured him, "even if that's true, which we both know there would be no way that they'd let you keep making them food if you were bad at it, but let's just pretend it could be true. I'd just be so grateful that you even wanted to cook for me. Honestly, that's something I've been thinking about..." "What, baby," he whispered, as he pulled you close to his body. "I want to make sure that you are actually getting the vacation that you wanted...and absolutely deserve. I feel so happy to be with you...there is literally no place I'd rather be, but is this what you want? Me being here with you…" You hadn't really processed through everything you were feeling, it was mainly good things, but you were also worried about 'taking over' his recharging time. "Baby," he lifted your chin and kissed you softly, "I just asked you to be my girlfriend. That has to tell you something, right?" "I just…" you looked down, embarrassed by your feelings of doubt, still finding it hard to believe that it was real life, "...don't want to ruin anything for you. You work so fucking hard and your time off should be about you and what you want. I want to make sure that's what's happening."
He pushed his lips against your forehead, before he kissed you with a flurry of small pecks, "I've never felt like this before. I'm always cautious, always thinking about work and the limits on my time that it creates...avoiding even thinking about relationships, because I know I can't be a partner that someone would deserve. But, with you...I couldn't just ignore how I was feeling. I couldn't make myself stop feeling what I was feeling. And maybe it's because I have this time, for the first time in forever, but I know that I don't want to spend it with anyone else. I want you to be with me. I want you to be my girl and I want to spend every single moment I can with you. I'm not depriving myself of feeling the fucking most amazing feelings that I do with you, baby. I want this more than anything." Your eyes were watering, so much so that a single tear dropped from your eye onto your cheek. Yoongi leaned close to you and kissed the fading wet trail, before wrapping you in his full embrace. "I want this more than anything, too, baby," you kissed his cheek and released a heavy, but relieved sigh. As the air pushed out of your body, so did any remaining doubt. You trusted Yoongi and you trusted your heart...you leaped in with faith that what you were feeling was real and the knowledge that Yoongi was there, holding your hand, leaping in with you.
"Baby, this picture is so pretty," you gushed as you scrolled through his Instagram. "Yeah..." he smiled, leaning over the back of the couch where you were sitting, kissing your neck as he took a moment from making dinner, "well, thank you, but it's nothing compared to you, babe." You turned to look at him over your shoulder, holding his face against yours, "you're so sweet, thank you." He smiled, allowing your words into his heart, before kissing your cheek, "dinner is almost ready." "Oh my god and it seriously smells so good in here, babe," you turned your body around completely, folding your arms on the back of the couch, placing your head atop them as you watched him finish. "Would you like some more wine, beautiful?" He smiled, holding the wine bottle up as he poured a bit more into his glass. "Yes, that would be amazing, kind Sir," you giggled as he poured it into your glass, displaying a cute curtsy when he finished.
"That kinda hit me, nicely," he smirked, licking his lips immediately switching from adorable kitten to sexy tiger. "What did?" You asked, sipping your wine, before walking towards him, taking a seat at the island counter in front of him. He stared directly into you, the look in his eyes immediately causing your pussy to tingle, inwardly saying, 'fuuuuck'. He let out a smooth, sexy giggle, before taking another drink of his wine, "Sir. Hearing you call me Sir, I liked it." "Oh," your eyes widened, surprised, a bit caught off guard, "you'd prefer me to call you Sir, baby?" "Well, not all the time," he smirked, before turning back to the stove. You clenched, that smirk was enough to soak your panties for a week...so sexy, off center, truly his signature. "Oh," you chuckled as you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, nibbling on his earlobe, "are you gonna tell me when?" "Yes, baby," he smiled, remaining focused on dinner, "but...not yet." "Well, that's quite the mystery," you kissed his neck, before returning to your seat, "but the look on your face tells me...it's a mystery I will enjoy solving." He chuckled, holding his glass up to yours, "all I can say is that I'm confident I will."
"You're so sexy, baby," you smirked, placing your glass down and sliding your finger along the rim. "Takes one to know one, baby," he leaned over the counter in front of you, puckering his lips. You chuckled, leaning forward to kiss him, "thank you, handsome." "No, thank YOU, beautiful," he kissed you once more, before turning his attention to plating dinner. You were right in front of him, watching him, the smells from dinner sweeping through your nose, and you were still in a state of shock. You'd developed a small anxiety, thinking that it was actually a dream you were in and you were paralyzed with fear that you'd wake up. But as you watched him, doing all the things that Yoongi did, you allowed yourself to be confident in the moment. You were happily, unbelievably happily dating Min Yoongi, thinking, 'how the hell did I get here'.
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"That was the best dinner I've ever had in my life," you praised adding to the pile of compliments and moaning 'mmmm' sounds you'd given through dinner. "You're sweet," he smiled, looking down shyly, "I'm glad you enjoyed it." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, swimming in contentment, as you stood up and began to clear the table. "What are you doing, babe?" He asked, shaking his head, "don't worry about that...let's go listen to the water." "Baby, you made us this amazing meal, the least I can do is clean up," you whined. "Babe," he wrapped you in a backhug, pulling you away from the table, snuggling into your neck, whispering, "let's go listen to the water." You smiled, holding onto his arms around you, relenting, "ok, ok, let's go." You both laughed and walked out of the beach house, the view was gorgeous, matching the man making your dreams come true with just his presence wrapped around you.
He took your hand and carefully led you to the wooden chair that stood in the perfect place on the rocks, allowing the sounds of the crashing waves to spill over the two of you. He sat down and pulled you into his lap, both of you quiet, appreciating the opportunity of coexisting in such a beautiful place...such a beautiful moment. He looked at you and placed his soft palm against your cheek, and jumped into you, with no safety net, "I love you." You stared at him, the pleading eyes that accompanied your emotions falling over into your response, "I love you, too."
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You were nervous, which felt weird now, because everything about being with him had become so natural. He must have felt the same way, because as you laid next to each other on the bed, kissing like usual...there was a feeling of uneasiness between you. "Are you feeling…" you started, unable to ignore the feeling between you, that had become increasingly uncomfortable, truly palpable of the nerves coursing through each of you. "Awkward as fuck," he added and you both laughed, pressing your foreheads together. "Yes, what the fuck is this," you shook your head, moving his head as you shook. He chuckled, pulling back slightly, "if you want to wait, I'll wait as long as you need, baby." "Fuck no, I don't want to wait," you blurted out, led forward by the need between your legs. He fell back on the bed, hurling over in laughter, "ok, understood." "Oh god, unless you want to wait, baby," you realized maybe he didn't want to take the next step, "totally ok." "Ummm, fuck no, I don't want to wait," he smiled, pulling you back onto his chest, "honestly, I've been thinking about this moment since we met." You giggled covering your mouth, "honestly, I've been thinking about being with you...long before we met."
He laughed out loud, clapping his hands together, eyes watering with how hard he was laughing, "no fucking way." You buried your head into his chest and nodded, slightly embarrassed, "ummm, yeah baby, the hard stan life is real. I've had many a dirty thought about you." His laughter simmered and his eyes began to emit what felt like steam with the way he looked at you, a pure carnal need taking over him, "what kinds of dirty thoughts?" "A little of this, a little of that, pretty much everything," you admitted a heapful of nothing. He licked his lips and pushed you onto your back, lifting your shirt slightly, kissing your stomach lightly as he asked again, "what kind"..."of dirty"..."thoughts...baby?" You moaned, the feel of his lips and tongue against your skin, made your pussy drip, "well, this was definitely in there. Actually, anything having to do with your tongue...is always in there." He lifted his head up and side-smirked, "...tongue technology, huh?" "Yes, indeed," you covered your mouth, giggling, "you know it. You've made us all freaky, baby."
He chuckled, kissing your stomach, before he started to lick a trail down your body. You moaned, needing him so badly that your body began to grind against him. He licked along the waistband of your comfy pants, before slipping his finger under it and tugging them down, revealing your lace panties, "fuuuck yessss!" You laughed, "you like?" "Fuck yes, me likey...a lot," he smiled, then placed kisses on top of the lace, trailing down to just above your sweet spot. Your breathing caught, stuck in awe, thinking about the fact that your actual fantasies were coming true. You felt him pull your pants all the way off and he took residence between your legs. He kissed against your slit, the lace that clung to your skin, filled with your arousal. You clenched and your heart started to race as you felt his hand cup closed around your cunt, squeezing along your slit, "you smell so good, baby...so fucking good." "You feel so good, Yoongi, baby," you reached down and ran your fingers through his hair, "so fucking good."
He hooked his finger onto the waistband of your panties and started to pull, licking his lips, telling you exactly what he wanted, "...and I know you're gonna taste so fucking good too." He threw your panties to the side and ran his finger against your opening, "did you get this wet, all for me, baby?" You moaned, "yes, because of you, baby," feeling his finger push into you. When he pulled his finger out and sucked your taste off of it you pushed your head back against the mattress, fully aroused, "fuck, Yoongi! Goddamn that's hot." "You're hot, baby, so fucking hot," he kissed the inside of your thigh, then moved to your pussy, pushing his tongue inside of you. You gasped, taken immediately by the pleasure, everything you'd ever thought or fantasized about him all being confirmed true. He held your folds between his fingers, as he teased you, sucking and licking before softly flicking at your clit. "Oh fuck," you moaned out, twisting your hands in the sheets beneath you, "fuck, fuck, fuck...yesssss."
He began to circle your plump bud, with his tongue, switching up between brushing over it, moving side to side. You moaned, calling out his name, as your body began to rise to meet his tongue. "Oh my god," you held your breath, as his fingers started to pump in and out of your hole. His long, veiny fingers, the ones that you'd so often imagined inside of you, were fingering you into a juicy mess. Your insides felt like they were floating, while he fingered and licked your pussy. The sounds of him eating you out filled the room with lust and your body responded to the overwhelming pleasure that Yoongi was providing you. Your feet pushed your body up and down, before you released and your body stretched taut. Your toes curled and you gripped onto his hair, as your body rose and fell against him, shaking beneath his tongue. He steadied beneath you, allowing your body to relax, listening to the sounds of your heavy breathing slowing as he softly kissed against your inner thighs.
When you started to breathe normally, he shifted to kiss you, hovering over your fully pleased form. You smiled, as you ran your hand through his hair, and praised, "fuck, baby, that was fucking amazing!" He chuckled and agreed, "yes, it was, you taste so sweet, baby. I can promise you that my tongue and your cunt are going to be the very best of friends." You nodded, giggling as he kissed you again, "that is the sexiest shit I've ever heard." He smiled and you started to sit up, pushing him onto his back, "your turn." He smiled, placing his crossed hands underneath his head as he watched you move down to his pants. You wasted no time, tugging them down with his underwear, licking your lips as his hardened cock popped free. You grabbed onto it, squeezing as you began to stroke him, then bending down you took his length into your mouth. He moaned, feeling your tongue push against his shaft, reaching down to grab onto your hair. "Oh my god, fuck yes...you suck my dick so fucking good, baby," he gripped tight against your hair, pushing you down onto him, the tip of his dick bobbing against the back of your throat. You swallowed him, allowing your gag reflex to adjust to having him down your throat, then you started to push all the way down and pull up, holding your tongue taut against his cock. "Oh my god, baby, I've gotta have that pussy," Yoongi moaned, "I need to be inside of you."
You licked his full length a few more times, rounding your tongue around the head of his dick, before you shifted your body to straddling him. He held his dick still, allowing you to raise up and envelope him inside of your cunt. "Goddamn, fuck, baby...yes, fuck yes," he called out, gripping onto your hips as you moved up and down, swallowing his cock inside of your cunt. As you rode him, you pulled your shirt off, then pulled off your bralette releasing your tits. You put your hands on his, picked them up and placed them on your breasts. He began to squeeze them, pulling on your nipples as you moaned, taking him deep. You felt your body start to build momentum, working hard to add friction to your clit, needing just a bit more than his cock filling you up to get you there. Yoongi somehow read your body and flipped you onto your back underneath him.
Holding one of your legs up, he adjusted and began to push into you. One hand wrapped around your leg, the other held onto your chest, as he pushed in and pulled out, slowly...in no rush, only wanting to feel you and fill you. "You're so beautiful," he gushed, "I'm so in love with you." "I'm in love with you, too," you held onto his face, lifting your body up to kiss him, "so fucking in love." He chuckled, his gummy smile peeking out, and at that moment...you felt whole, complete, lucky, blessed, the happiest you'd ever felt...he was instantly your everything. And he knew your body in a way that no one had ever known you. Maybe it's because no one had ever taken the time to know you, but as you felt the energy inside your body start to rise, coursing as fast as electricity you knew that no one would ever compare. The way he held his body against you, the way his dick hit you in just the exact right spot, the way he moved his fingers across your clit...just to make sure...you exploded beneath him. Shaking through the best orgasm of your life, repeating his name, holding onto him tightly, trying so hard not to cry...but tears came out inadvertently, as you were completely overwhelmed by emotion.
He smiled at you, comforting you, as he continued to chase his release, "I feel the same way, baby. The same fucking way." He'd slowed his chase slightly, feeling with you, then as you both accepted your feels...he came, hard, emptying what seemed like an entire family into you. He stayed inside of you, as he caught his breath, allowing his cock to soften in your pussy. You felt closer to him than you'd ever felt to anyone in your life...and it scared the shit out of you. You were in love, but...as he rolled to the side of you, bringing you back on top of him, kissing the top of your head, your heart panged with sadness.
One day…
Would it have to be over…
You couldn't bear to think about it, so you snuggled into him and tried to remain in the moment. Vowing to appreciate every second. He was your boyfriend, right now...and that's all that mattered.