⁞ '✎ 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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*As a small disclaimer, Yoongi's storyline has intense portrayals of BDSM. These scenes are all consensual, but if BDSM themes are something you don't like, I highly suggest not reading the last part of this chapter or skipping it entirely. If you have no issues with reading BDSM, then enjoy the chapter!*
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Yoongi's arms snake around your waist, pulling you flushed against his body as his breath fans over the right side of your neck. His lips lightly trail up your neck before nibbling gently on your ear. A giggle falls from your lips as you crane your neck, giving him better access to kiss your skin.
"You're in a good mood." You comment, voice soft and breathy as his hands travel up your body to cup your breasts. They still ached a bit, feeling a bit full and sensitive since you're still breastfeeding.
You gave birth nearly three months ago to a beautiful baby girl that you both named Sun-hee. Yoongi had been a nervous wreck through most of it, something that took you by surprise since he always emitted a calm and collected demeanor. But watching him hold Sun-hee for the first time, it was like all his worries and concerns melted away.
The nervous expression he had worn slowly shifted into a relaxed expression, as if he knew, in that moment, exactly what to do. The love that radiated off of him, the adoration and happiness, it all made your exhausted state worth it. If you hadn't just exhausted yourself through the birthing process, you would have snatched up your phone to take a picture of Yoongi's warm and gentle expression—almost awestruck with how careful and delicate he was handling Sun-hee.
"You're distracted." He hums against your skin, lips still trailing up and down your neck, tickling in the way he's purposely keeping his touch light and airy.
"I'm just happy." You murmur back while leaning into his frame.
Yoongi hums again before turning you around to face him more directly. You recognize the look in his eyes, one of mischief and desire. There hadn't been a lot of time, or energy on your part, to tend to the heated excitement that still stirs between the both of you. With the newest addition to your family, things haven't really been all that easy to sneak away for an hour or two for sex. Not to mention, your body had to heal up properly before that could even be considered.
"So am I." He murmurs lowly, voice dragging out the syllables in a way that sends an excited chill down your spine.
Sun-hee had just been put to bed, her small body nestled warmly in her crib while swaddled in her soft blanket. Yoongi has become a huge part of Sun-hee's evening routine, giving you a break to relax and have a few uninterrupted moments to yourself.
Your daughter might have your cheekbones, but she had Yoongi written all over her. The way her first facial expression was a striking resemblance to Yoongi's scowl, something that had you laughing upon holding her for the first time. She was tiny, almost fragile and that terrified you, but there was something inside of you that knew it would be alright despite having no experience in raising a kid. If memory serves you right, you were the first of your small groups of friends to have a kid.
