⁞ '✎ A reader insert story that portrays BTS members as classic love tropes in fanfiction writing.
: ̗̀➛ Namjoon as "best friends to lovers" / "college sweetheart" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Seokjin as "billionaire" / "secret identity" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Yoo...
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"Tell me what you want?" Yoongi asks as his voice dips low, his lips trailing along y/n's jawline.
It was early, earlier than Yoongi would have liked to be awake, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity of waking y/n from her slumber. She looked peaceful, and for some reason unknown to Yoongi, he wanted to see her features twist with a sinful expression.
Y/n moans into the chilled air of his bedroom as Yoongi's hand trailed down her naked form. It was a pleasurable sight to witness, y/n trapped beneath him, squirming for release.
"I don't know." She groans as Yoongi runs a finger over her sensitive skin. Her breathing came out in shallow huffs, her eyes still lingering with remnants of exhaustion. Y/n eyes widen as Yoongi presses a single finger into her heat, a breathless gasp pushing past her lips as he continues his slow ministrations.
It was probably cruel to behave in such a manner, but Yoongi doesn't care. Y/n isn't protesting, so he's taking that as a ringing endorsement to continue. Yoongi is amused by y/n's expression. He revels in the way he can practically hear her begging for more, but he's not ready to give in just yet.
"Don't worry, I know you know what you want." Yoongi muses, his eyes remaining on her face as he languidly swipes across her sensitive heat.
His strokes are measured, adding just enough pressure to build up y/n's orgasm, but not enough to push her over the edge.
"Y–Yoongi, please." She whimpers.
With his free hand, Yoongi grabs ahold of y/n's jaw, forcing her face to look at him. Her eyes flash open, glints of heated desire in her stare. The grip on her jaw tightens a bit as he picks up the pace with his other hand, his strokes becoming more deliberate in their delivery.
He can feel y/n trying to move her hips in pace with his fingers, but Yoongi presses into her lower half, restricting any movement from continuing. Her chest heaves from her frantic breathing as a menacing grin takes over Yoongi's features.
"You know I can give you what you want..." Yoongi says leisurely, his hands taking extra care of the mewling woman beneath him. "Just tell me, and I'll give it to you."
He smirks as y/n gasps at his punctuated strokes, edging y/n closer to the brim of orgasm. He feels her clenching desperately around his fingers as breathless moans spill out of her mouth. It strokes Yoongi's ego to know that she can come undone with his touch.
Incoherent words fall from y/n's mouth. A string of words that encourage him to continue his ministrations. Yoongi curls his fingers into her wanton form as she ripples deliciously around him. Yoongi wanted to take his time, but even he was beginning to lose composure.
Y/n cries out for him, her hands desperately trying to hold onto the bed as if she were about to be swept away as a gasping moan follows close behind. Yoongi can feel his length press against her squirming legs, but he ignores his desire. He refocuses his attention on the woman beneath him and how she's so close to becoming undone.
