❝This wasn't part of the plan.❞ - Yoongi
softdom!yoongi x sub!f-reader
nsfw, one shot (?), angst-ish, fluff-ish, lime smut, etc.
fake relationship, slight cunnilingus, incomplete story, etc.
summary: you forced a guy you hardly knew to play as your boyfriend to satisfy your parents for the night. what was supposed to be a quick and simple dinner, led you to an emotional breakdown and into someone else’s sheets.
You've been dating Yoongi for a couple of months. Or so, that's what you guys told people. You two had started this charade as a way to get your families off your backs. But as the days turned to weeks, the weeks turned to months, the energy was shifting.
How you two met was quite simple: he was your friend's neighbor. Well, an ex friend, but thats a story for another time. Yoongi would often stop by your friend's apartment to drop off packages and mail that were mixed up with his. You slowly started to noticed that when he would come by, he would stick around longer than any normal neighbor would for a simple inconvenience.
“He’s there again? Oh Lord.” You say over the phone heading up the elevator to Jiwon’s. As you stand in the machine carrying you up, you wonder: Jiwon told me he only comes by when he knows I’m coming. What a weirdo.
You shake your head at the thought of him. He was cute, witty, funny, all you could ask for. But he was also mysterious, something you were unsure about. You couldn’t date someone like him, your parents just wouldn’t approve.
It wasn’t until your family started breathing down your neck, asking and asking for you to settle down already, because, “No one is going to marry a girl well into adulthood.”
You think you finally lost it. Time to make a change. Kinda.
“Can’t believe I’m actually going to prove my “love” for you in-front of your parents.” Yoongi murmurs as you adjust his tie outside the nice restaurant in the city.
“Yeah, you’re telling me. Let’s just hope this is the first and last time before we have an “unexpected and unfortunate falling out.” I don’t know how long we can keep this up, better be quick.” You clench your teeth.
Yoongi raises an eyebrow, “Or what?”
“Huh?” You replied completely confused.
“You’ll fall in love?” He jokingly whispered.
“Shut. Up.” You retort placing all five of your fingers on his shoulder as you shove him slightly back as he scoffed. “Just please cooperate with me on this. You’d really save me.”
“I’m still getting paid right? 100 bucks?” You see him smirk. As annoying he is, and as pissed as you are that you’re here with him at this very moment, you knew he meant no harm.
“Yes, of course, but can we worry about that later? Let’s just go inside. Act natural. Don’t be an idiot. I beg.” The two of you walk inside with fake grins on your faces with fake positive greetings in hopes no one knew you were about to unironically shit yourself. You two were holding hands but squeezing his so incredibly tight, purely because of your nerves, that you just knew you’d pop his fingers off if you really tried for it.
Maybe you should add that to the plan.
“Your dad’s a real jerk, you know that?” Yoongi huffs.
“My mom isn’t a saint either.”
Dinner went.. well? You think. Your parents bought it. You think.
Of course, like dad had always been, disapproving of any male that you saw, seemed like he ever so slightly got along with your fake boyfriend. Although very pushy, what could he do? This was what he wanted right? A man that could wife you up at any moment? Give your parents the grandchildren they so “deserve”? Anything to keep you out of their joke book.
You slump over at the bar, arms crossed, head bent over resting in between them as you glance at your bare feet hanging down from the tall stool. Wincing at the expensive heels carelessly thrown on the ground that you bought for this stupid ‘I’m not a disappointment’ dinner.
Why must you go through all this work to prove something? To prove that you are deserving of love just as much as your deserving of focusing on yourself and your own damn future. Why can’t it just be you and yourself? Why all this length? Who does this truly benefit?
A tear rolls down your blushed cheek.
“Hey.” Your ‘boyfriend’ breaks the awkward silence despite being in the cheapest and loudest and college student filled bar you’ve probably ever seen.
Setting down his whiskey on the rocks, he places his hand on your back, rubbing softly. Maybe this was a way of comforting you? He was always so reserved. Showed little to no emotion. Hell, have you ever even seen him cry? Does he even produce tears? Whatever this was, it felt nice.
He brings his head down to rest on the bar counter to be level with you. He’s waiting to look into your eyes. Please look up.
And so you do. As your crystal filled eyes lock with his, you notice a shift in his persona. Who is this?
His eyebrows were furrowed, full of concern. But his eyes, his eyes were piercing. Not in color, but in a way that was radiating. A side you never saw before. He looked soft, and gentle; yet he was feeling what you were. Frustrated. Upset. Tired. Confused. Tipsy. Maybe even, excited.
Although both of your parents had left probably two hours earlier, a part of your mind was telling you they will always be looking over your shoulder. Peeing. Judging. But when you looked at this mysterious man, all you thought was how unique he was. How despite the circumstances of what you two went through today, and his eerie presence at your friends place was, staring into him was like being wrapped into a blanket.
He subtly smiles. You titter.
A loud thud shakes the walls of Yoongi’s apartment hallway. Your first thought was: God, please don’t wake this building up.
Lips are crashing, hands are grasping at straws of each others bodies. Spit is not the only thing connecting you two. You can taste his whiskey. It’s bitter, it’s smoky, it’s intense. Even a tad bit sweet. You wondered what else had those same notes.
“L-let me open the door. Mmm, hold on.” He speaks into the kiss just before he swiftly unlocks and swings open the door. You shove him in like a starving lion ready to devour its zebra. Completely different from the shove you gave him earlier. That was stage fright, this was hunger.
The two of you hardly make it to his bedroom clothed. Did you forget to bring your heels back from the bar? Fuck.
You don’t even remember how you got here. Doesn’t matter.
As he rests his back against his bed, you soon leaned over him, hovering over his body. Breaths were mingling in the space between heartbeats. Like earlier, the warmth of his gentle hands found the small of your back, steady and sure, as if the world had narrowed to that single touch.
“Definitely wasn’t planning to come home to this.” He jokes between the kissing. You try to ignore it, and brush his hair out of his damp forehead, cusping your hand to the side of his face, leaning in for more, of course. When your lips met, and your noses bumped, and the groans muffled, the moment softened.
Time was dissolving into the rhythm of closeness, of trust, of two lonely souls drawn together in loud, yet quiet devotion.
You drew back, just enough for air to find its way between. For a mere breath, you two just stayed like that. A prompt tempted your lips. You sit in his lap.
“Love me.” You spoke. Not as a plea, but as a promise.
Those two words lingered in the air. Was he going to answer? Why did you say that? Oh my god this is embarrassing.
But instead of rejecting, all his did was look at you, and in that gaze was an answer without words. Something incredibly tender, certain, and infinite. He was assenting that promise.
In that moment, you two came together again. His hands caressed the curves of your body. Grabbing at the softness of your skin and squeezing. That rush was fierce and caring. For once, your parents weren’t the hot topic anymore. The world finally spun away. All that remained was two gleaming souls.
Break. After staring and smiling with your lips, your body moves its way down his. Trailing his abdomen with tender pecks till reaching his happy trail. He shifts to rest on his elbows in anticipation. Looking up for one last glance, the “boy next door”, although you not living in that area, gave you a nod.
Pulling down his boxers slowly as you approached what was under with more than only lust.
Grabbing his standing cock, his chest hiked up, his breath moved fast, he was practically panting. The pubic hair was a dark charcoal, nice and groomed. His tip was a muted pink, below that, his length to girth ration was perfect and visibly sensitive. You briefly observe as a white bead forms at the slit.
Instinctively, the tip of your tongue swipes it. Mm. Whiskey.
oct 2025: hii (I still have zero followers lol) again i disappear because frankly no one has even read my recent post, and i had writers block because of that. which is crazy to me because when i used to write on wattpad about 8 years ago, i was getting over 150k reads lmfao and i was in ms and hs. like ok girl, i see you. anyway, this was also sitting in my drafts and so i thought to myself, let me finish this already. clearly i really didn’t.. as i got older I started to have a thing for smut but not-quite-there-smut. it’s so teasing, i love it. but i understand how frustrating it is to not see more of it so i think i might make this a two-shot storyline and actually including the fucking lmfao. i just have to be up for it since my actual sex writing skills has went downhill. i’ll have to think about and plan for it (likely during ovulation heh) anyway, my story from march 2025. enjoy!!
aug 2026: hi thank u so so much for the attention on my joon teaser!! im so glad ppl were able to find it yayyy. so this is MY story from my previous account i uploaded last year. i adore this fic so much, its bitter sweet just like his.. anyway.. it's one of my favs especially as a yoongi ult lol i hope u all love it too! more to cum ;)
note: i hardly proofread my work for spelling and grammar. bare with me till i get the motivation to edit them :p
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