Title: Your heart or mine?
Pairing: Yoongi x female reader
Summary: An unexpected visit from your roommate’s friend leaves you with much more than you bargained for.
Genre(s): friends to lovers / idiots to lovers / smut / fluff / angst
Rating: 18+ Mature (NSFW) MINORS DNI
Warnings: oral (m.recieving) / unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) / swallowed oral cum shot / slightly dry humping / explicit language
Word count: 1.9k
Banner: Me
Beta: @anyamaris and @yoongihan
Author’s notes: hope you enjoy Sky!
“Oh, Yoongi,” you state startled, unable to mask your surprise of seeing your roommate’s best friend at your door this late in the evening and without an invitation. “Namjoon’s not here at the moment. Did you guys have plans? You want me to call him and tell him off?” You smirk.
He grins that gummy smile you’ve come to love so much, the one that has butterflies flying rampant in your stomach.
“Er, no it’s ok,” his eyes flit from yours to the ground, as he stands awkwardly with his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, “I, um, I’m actually here to see you.”
The butterflies swarm wildly now, making you swallow them firmly down before you open your mouth to talk. Suddenly, you feel very self-conscious about being in your tiny shorts and baggy hoodie, with your hair scraped up messily.
“Me?” you ask, feeling your cheeks flush.
He nods, before adding, “I hope you don’t mind?”
This snaps you out of your surprise.
“No, of course not, I’m so sorry, would you like to come in?” You push the door open further for him and hesitantly, he steps in, hovering in the living area like he hasn’t been here a thousand times before.
“Did you want a drink or something?” you ask, heading into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water, desperate to wet your, suddenly, very dry throat.
“No, I’m good thanks,” he calls back.
As you hide for a moment, your heart hammers wildly as you gulp your drink down, hands shaking with nerves. The possibilities of why he’s here bounce around inside your chaotic mind. Taking a deep breath and convincing yourself not to be a coward, you return to him, watching as he nervously wrings his hands and slowly paces across the space.
“So,” you start, standing just as awkwardly in your own apartment, and capturing his attention once more, “what can I do for you?”
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