🥞🧃Breakfast, is served.
Pairings: Sub!yoongi×Dom!reader
Warnings: starts fluffy, ends smutty. Thigh fuck, edging, reader has chubby thighs, mention of reader having no thigh gap (can you tell this is a self insert??) Oral, mrecieving, cum swallowing and I think that's about it, lmk if I missed any.
Genre: smut
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It was a chill thursday morning, you both have a day off due to a national holiday.
You don't ever remember the last time you and yoongi woke up in each other's arms without not having the dawning realization that you're both late due to missed alarms.
Presently, it's 11am and soft morning light seeps in through your curtains.
You wake up to his strong veiny arm around your waist and his leg swung over your hip, trapping you as the small spoon under the covers. The warmth of the covers effortlessly took you back to dreamland.
After what probably was 30 more minutes, you wake and make an effort to stay awake. Yoongi was still asleep.
"You looks so very cute right now" you think to yourself, smiling internally as you adore him in his peaceful slumber.
You feel so safe around yoongi.
Hopping off the bed, you head to the bathroom to freshen up and start your day.
After completing your morning skincare, you make way to the kitchen to make some breakfast for you and him, putting on the thriller podcast you were listening to in the background.
While you prepare the waffle batter for yourself and the pancake batter for him, you hear the shuffling of feet and a fresh-from-sleep-messy-hair-yoongi comes into view.
You look at him and make eye contact, recieving a lazy smile from him as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.
You turn your attention back to the task at hand, when you feel hands on your waist and his head on your shoulder; which, quite frankly, surprised you.
Yoongi was never this affectionate so early into the start of his day. Neither were you. Which is, very understandable in itself.
What truly shocks you is when he nuzzles his head on your shoulder and lets out a hum, making your eyebrow raise in confusion.
"Whatever" you think to yourself and shrug it off, back to focusing on the breakfast when you felt his backhug tighten leaving almost no space between you two.
Then, you felt it. Something poking your underbutt.
You smirk to yourself, amused at the situation and move around a bit, "accidentally" rubbing up against yoongi.
His breathing picked up a bit.
"Love you do know, you can tell me you need me whenever wherever instead of giving signs?" You end your sentence with a chuckle; and you swore you heard a small whimper from him.
"Can I?" He asks, moments later. Yoongi's voice still raspy from the sleep.You simply nod in approval.
Your back is still to him when you hear the shuffling of clothes and the ever–familiar sound of him spitting into his own hand to use it as lube.
Positioning himself in between your thighs, he sighs due to the lack of friction simply because you chose to wear shorts to sleep last night.
This was one of those rare times you were happy that you had absolutely no thigh gap whatsoever.
Feeling him thrust up, you rub your thighs together, earning a gasp (which was more of a moan) from him.
Hearing him pant from behind you as holds onto your waist for dear life was entertaining to say the least.
Your hand reaches up to his head in the crook of your neck and your fingertips caress his scalp.
As you flip over the last pancake from the pan, you feel him nearing his climax.
"Be a good boy and hold back from it for a bit, will you?" You say in a low tone, eliciting a nod from him.
"Words baby" you warn, clenching your thighs.
"Y-yes" yoongi manages to get out between gasps.
He was so good. Listening to you when everything about his body language was begging him to cum already.
Turning off the stove, you set aside the last pancake and push him back.
He stumbles and stabilizes himself against the kitchen island, looking at you with his brows furrowed and a desperate look in his eyes.
You move towards him and get on your knees, almost eye-level with his angry pinkish-red tip smeared with his own spit and precum, awaiting stimulus.
You look up at him, only to find him looking down at you with blown out pupils and looking like he'd start crying if you edged him anymore.
Yoongi shuddered and his grip on the table counter got firmer as he felt you engulf him.
Your hot mouth welcomed him as your tongue started feeling him up, tracing the veins that adored his length.
His breaking point was when you focused on applying pressure on that specific spot under the tip. He started moaning like crazy and started thrusting up.
One of Yoongi's shaky hand reached down and gathered the hair that had fallen on your face and held it in a make-shift ponytail, gripping it firmly enough just to keep it out of the way but not pull on your roots.
Spit had started to dribble out the sides of your mouth and down your chin at this point, where you just sat and let yoongi use your throat; occasionally letting your teeth graze against it.
"Oh fuck–oh fuck—____ I'm gonna-" he tries to warn you, his words cut-off as you hum in approval, knowing what was to happen. That vibration shot straight to his dick and he came. He came with a shout of your name as his eyes crossed and rolled back.
You swallowed it, swallowed it all and wiped your lips clean.
Standing up, you grab the neckline of his white long-sleeved tshirt and pull him in for a kiss.
Yoongi let a moan slip as you playfully bit his lower lip.
"Breakfast, is served" you say as you pull away.
