𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨 ⏤𝕓𝕥𝕤

m.yg | mr and mrs min

Pairing: m.yoongi x f.reader

Genre: fluff + husband!au

Length: o.9k

Drabble Prompt:

● "Quit it or I'll bite"

● "You got a cute butt"

● "I'm your husband, it's my job"

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Never in your life could you have ever imagined that you'd be married to Min Yoongi - a man of many promises, a man of silence and a man of deep, passionate love. 

At first glance, and even during first greetings, people would never suspect him to be such a romantic, or amorous but he is - which is a very pleasant surprise on your part. Every moment shared together is never in the absence of tenderness. Everything that he did, he was consumed by the emotion whilst doing so, whether it be touching you, thinking of you or talking to you. 

You'd look up and in his eyes, you would see an ocean of many things, all attributes of him settled within the calm waters of his deep chocolate irises, alongside them, however, you see a clear reflection of yourself, sheltered under a fond light of worship. To him, you are the world and a pillar that helps him hold himself together, to imagine a world without you was to have a life in complete darkness - something empty, something cold. 

Warmth and comfort and love was what he lived in every moment of every day of his life because of you. He's hopelessly in vain of returning all the good things you consistently deliver to him but you always have a way of sensing his insecurity, immediately assuring your love that being by his side was more than enough. 

"I'm not more than enough and even if I am, I'm not the perfection that you deserve." his rough voice whispers with a dissatisfied sigh. 

"Yoongi," you call helplessly as you wrapped your arms around his slim torso, "please believe me."

"Of course I do." his own arms reciprocated your embrace with an easing tightness. 

"Then believe me when I say that I love you and all I would ever need is you." 

Looking into your eyes, his heart stammered at the innocence of them - their shape, their colour - as you simply admired his own before realising that there was an additional emotion through the window of his spectrum of browns. 

"Would you let me kiss you?" you laughed breathlessly, your heart hammering in his heated gaze alone. 

"Of course - we're married, aren't we?" you whispered back.

He gave a curt nod, "Then you would also let me touch you." he was moving closer. 

"I'm letting you touch me now..."

"You would let me have you?" where was he getting at with all these questions? Before you could confirm another enquiry, he had leant himself in close enough to brush the tip of his nose with yours, your breaths mingling fervently as his grip circling you tightened to tip on the edge of bruising, "Let me have all of you...?"

Lost in his eyes, you allowed yourself to fall into him wholly "Always and forever." you breathed before his lips came crashing down, a drawn soul to the magnet that was your being. 

A night of zealous vigour was made together by you both, your sweating bodies tangled in silk sheets, sharing hot exultation with the simple touch of the skin. Everything around you was searing and, somewhat, on fire, all your senses burning itself from the fuel of deep affection you portioned to equilibrium between your two bodies, both frames too small to contain the elephantine stature of your endearment for the other. Even when the wick of exuberance had burned out for the night, you both made an effort in embracing one another's heavy limbs - you were each other's world but fear of this potential delusion of reality was overbearing, and the only way to feel secure about the other's existence and compliance was through any possible caress of the skin. 

A vanilla morning quickly followed with the waking to one another's presence being the most blessed feeling on earth.

Wriggling about, you giggled into his bicep as you attempted to remove yourself from him, "Yoongi~" you whined. 

"I said five more minutes," he grumbled back, his morning voice affecting your head like an overstimulating drug - you're afraid of growing dependant on it if you weren't already an addict. 

"It's already gone past that." you reasoned.

"Time likes to move fast whenever I'm around you so I'll be the one to confirm whether or not it's been five minutes already." despite his absurd but incredibly sweet rationality, you continued to squirm in his hold, "quit it or I'll bite," he growled, making you stop with a playful gasp. 

"We can't stay in bed all day," you turned to face him with a pout and large, begging eyes, "and besides, I want to make my husband his breakfast." 

"But I want my wife in bed with me." he nuzzled into the crook of you love-bitten neck, smirking at his pronounced marks upon the supple skin.

"Why?" you huffed, biting back a smile at his irresistible cuteness. 

"Because I love you," you would only allow him to melt your heart this many times, "and besides, you got a cute butt." squeaking, you jumped, arching into his arms at the pinch he delivered to your backside.

"Min Yoongi!" 

"Yes, Min (Y/N)?" he chuckled. 

"Don't do embarrassing things like that!" you were as red as a tomato, a very cute one in his eyes.

"Why not?" he pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I'm your husband. It's my job." he gave another pinch and you were fuming - with embarrassment or anger, he couldn't make out... maybe both?

"Then I want a divorce!" you dumbly stated before you watched him climb up to trap you with his arms and naked torso. 

"You're a liar, you don't mean that." he leaned down and pressed an affectionate kiss to your swollen pink lips. 

"...You're right." you giggled, "Goodmorning my Husband." 

"Good morning, my Wife."