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The New Year Min Yoongi/Reader l Rated M

A/N: just some smut for the new year! First time posting a fic on tumblr, hope you guys like it :D 

“Jin, if I trip over one more fucking paper lantern I am going to disembowel you,” you snarled at your older brother. He sheepishly grinned at you, saying sorry! as he grabbed his party decorations off the floor and dumped them on the dining room table so he could sort them out.  

“I’m just so excited to see everyone, Y/N!” He practically squealed, rushing over to you to affectionately rub your head. “2017! It’s gonna! Be! So much better than this shitty year!" 

 You nodded in agreement. The year had sucked. You were swamped with school, your job sucked 90% of the time, and your love life had either been nonexistent or full of angst. You didn’t believe in celebrating New Years, but you figured you wouldn’t rain on your brother’s parade. Nothing was going to magically change at the stroke of midnight. Time is just a human-made concept after all, but no one wanted to hear your unhelpful thoughts.

 You grabbed some streamers and tape and went to work on decorating the apartment you shared with Jin and his friend Namjoon. Jin had invited all of his friends from university and a couple that he kept in touch with from high school. You had invited a few of your friends, but they were undergrads and still home for Christmas, but you didn’t mind. You had always been close with Jin and his friends.  As you were balanced precariously on the couch, taping up some streamers along the window top, someone knocked on your door. Jin had stepped out to buy alcohol and you were alone, so you shouted "just a minute!” as you finished up before hopping off the ledge. 

When the door swung open, your mouth fell open unattractively as your eyes found a familiar face. You hadn’t seen him in over a year, but he was one of your closest childhood friends. Memories of dancing around on the porch as he gracefully played the baby piano ran through your mind, and you felt like you had been twirling around him for hours, dizzy from the adrenaline. After a beat, you forced yourself to close your mouth and twist your lips into a smile. You stepped aside, leaving him enough room to get into the apartment. “Yoongi-ah! It’s been s-so long!" 

 He smiled as you stuttered in his face and moved towards you, facing you and pulling you into a hug. You let out a small squeak and he laughed. "Y/N I haven’t seen you in forever! How have you been? Do you live here too? I was hoping you’d be here." 

 Your head was spinning. Your mouth was dry. You probably looked so very stupid. "Um. Yeah I live here with Jin and Namjoon, have you met him? Jin’s out doing some errands right now.” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down. You remembered he used to do that when he felt guilty. You narrowed your eyes at him as you waited for him to speak. 

“Yeah, I met Namjoon a few times…I actually…moved here about a month ago?” He looked up at you after the words left him, and your eyebrows shot up.

 "A month?! A fucking month and you haven’t come by? You’re an asshole Yoongi,“ you spat at him before going to turn away. "You can wait for Jin in here. I’m going to my room." 

 You couldn’t believe him. A month? You were best friends, even closer than him and Jin. He had confided in you when his family had troubles, had talked to you about his passion for music before anyone else, had played you small pieces of compositions before he ever performed for an audience. You had seen him angry, sad, confused. On the flip side, you had seen a dazzling grin when he got the sound he wanted from a song, the brightness in his eyes when he found sudden inspiration and needed to write lyrics down on any surface, the lust when he kissed you for the first time–on a damn piano bench after telling you that you were one of his favorite muses. 

 Then, he went to Seoul to pursue his music and you went to your university, and the distance kept you away from each other, but he always promised he’d be back for you. You had thought he would at least tell you that he MOVED BACK. And quicker than a month after moving. Asshole. 

 He grabbed you by the wrist when you turned to go down the hallway, stopping you and turning you back to face him. He quickly moved his hands to your waist and pulled you to him, until your bodies were just barely grazing each other. "I can explain Y/N,” he said desperately as he searched your face, but you couldn’t raise your eyes to look at his. “Please let me explain.” He said it evenly. So together. So prepared. You, however, were so not prepared. 

 "Yoongi, I…let’s just sit down?“ You felt yourself grow weak immediately. You knew you would listen to anything he had to say. You weren’t even that mad, just surprised to see him. You were a little bit mad though.

 You sat down on the couch and waited for him to do the same before turning and looking at him for the first time in so long. He looked tired and thin, but broad, much more mature. His jawline was so sharp it had you almost drooling. His skin was always smooth and beautiful, and you ached to touch it. You shivered and forced yourself to stop fantasizing about the gorgeous human in front of you. "Yoongi, why didn’t you call me when you moved back?” You asked the most important question right away.  

 He shifted and looked down for a moment. “I didn’t know what to say." 

 You sighed. "Well, how about starting with Hey Y/N I’m living in the same city as you, let’s hang out? That would have worked.”

 He shrugged. “Y/N, I–you and I….I thought you may have been as lonely without me as I was without you. I wanted to…I don’t know, plan this perfect moment to wipe away all that loneliness.” He paused and licked his lips before opening his mouth to speak again, but you cut him off. 

 "I’m sorry, what? I mean, yeah, I was lonely without you, but…I thought you just saw me as your childhood friend, or Jin’s little sister, or your old toy, your worn-out muse–“ 

 "That is not true!” He jumped up and interjected quickly. “I see you as the…moon and the stars, I see you as blooming spring flowers and raindrops on fresh green leaves and everything beautiful that I write about and…um,” He shook his head and sat back down, turning to face you as he put a hand on your knee. “I didn’t mean to like, confess all my deepest feelings to you today. Sorry.” You stared down at his slender fingers, always your favorite thing about him, wrapped around you. You looked back up at him to see him staring into your face, looking serious.

 "Y/N, I have never been interested in anyone or anything else. You were my first kiss. You were the first girl I wrote a song for. That night we went skinny dipping and then hid from the cops was the funniest night of my high school career. That time we went camping and you were looking for marshmallows in my tent and you caught me jacking off, that look in your eyes was something I dreamed about for months. And don’t get me started on that blowjob that you offered so innocently.“ He laughed, a husky laugh that sent a shot of warmth straight to your core. He leaned closer to you and continued, "and that time Jin had a huge sleepover on his 18th birthday, when I ended up in your room and we made each other come 3 times? That’s what I think about you, Y/N. God, I’ve been–just thinking about–I wrote a song for you. I was waiting to finish it before I found you to talk, but it was taking forever and…well, I finished it yesterday." 

 Yoongi finally stopped to take a full breath, and you were pretty sure there were tears tracking down your face and you probably looked like a disheveled mess who had no idea what the hell was going on, but you didn’t care. You grabbed Yoongi by the neck and crashed your lips to his, giving him a sloppy, needy kiss. 

He took a second to reciprocate, then he lifted both hands to your face, caressing your cheekbones and wiping away the tears that had fallen during his speech.  You deepened the kiss, pushing him back onto the couch cushions and pinning him under your body. You opened your mouth as an invitation and he greedily accepted, sweeping his tongue along your teeth and suckling your muscle, earning a groan of satisfaction from you. He whined into your mouth, enjoying the feeling of kissing you after so long. 

Yoongi shifted under you and snapped his hips up, and you gasped when you felt that he was already half hard. You rocked your hips back and forth, rubbing your core along his length, the feeling overwhelming even through the layers of your clothing. "Yoongi-ah,” you gasped into his mouth, “let’s go to my room." 

 He let you lead the way, and you were in your room with the door locked in record time, pushing Yoongi down onto your bed and ripping his shirt off his lean frame. You lifted the dress you were wearing over your head and threw it on the floor before grabbing the waistband of Yoongi’s sweats, pulling those off too. You were too needy to wait to undress him. 

You crawled up his frame quickly, hands gliding all over his stomach and chest, remembering what he felt like in high school and searing his new muscles into your memory. You ran your hands over those newly broadened shoulders and grabbed on tight as you rolled your hips into him once again. You let your head fall back with a deep moan. ”Fuck, you are so hot, fuck fuck,“ Yoongi swore from under you, meeting your movements with his own hips. You were content to do this all night, but after a few minutes Yoongi let out a growl and rolled you over, coming out on top. 

He moved down your neck with hot open-mouthed kisses. You gasped at the sensation when he bit your earlobe, then swirled his tongue around the soft skin before moving down to your collarbones. He kissed every part of you, trailing down to your nipples and flicking his tongue back and forth until your back was arching up into him. He sucked a mark onto your breast, a red splotch forming under his sinful mouth. He left a line of saliva trailing down your stomach until he finally reached your panties. He took a moment to admire the silk before he took a finger and dragged it along your slit, making you whine and curse. He smirked before he ripped the silk down your legs and he licked his lips as he took a look at your heat. 

"Oh my, Y/N, you’re so fucking wet. Did you miss me too?” He locked eyes with you but all you could do was whimper. 

He backed up, waiting for a response, so you whispered “I missed you so much, Yoongi, please–”

 And he dove in between your legs. His tongue licked up your slit, tasting your juices that had started to leak from your folds. His eyes rolled back into his head. “I forgot how sweet you taste,” he marveled before circling his tongue around your clit, and there’s no way you can respond. You grab his hair instead, trying to urge him on. 

He continues licking at your nub, making you cry out his name over and over as his delicate fingers push into you, one and then two, pumping in and out before curling them up into you. You say his name over and over and over, a mantra cascading from your lips as your orgasm comes barreling towards you.

 His tongue joins his fingers inside you, massaging your walls and burning a fire in your soul. He can feel your walls tighten around his fingers and his muscle moves faster in you before he begins to lick up your folds, finding your clit once again. He flattens his tongue against you and starts moving up and down so quickly you think he might sprain his neck, but the pleasure is so intense you don’t care. You move your hips with his tongue, riding his mouth with desperation until you start to shake and see bursts of white.

 "Fuck, Yoongi!“ is all you can manage before your orgasm hits. He helps you through it until your hips stop moving and your walls stop contracting around his fingers, removing them before licking up every drop of your release. He places one chaste kiss on your nub before pulling his body back up and laying next to you. 

You try to control your breathing as he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you to him. "Let’s take a nap,” he whispers in your ear. 

 "Don’t you want me to return the favor? You’re so fucking hard right now.“ You rub against him as if to prove your point.