JOKES ON YOU its an extra chapter and

did I forget that this was a smut fiction?

Two more years have passed on and
Yoongi and I have, in total, broken up exactly 5 times and have gotten together for the 6th time.
You could say theres more than just a little bit of misunderstanding and emotional mishaps, but the fact that we're together, right at this moment
is whats important.
We never turned out to be that fairytale, movie scenario couple with a forbidden love story, but if you were to ask about our love for each other, its stronger and long lasting.
Even now as I watch Yoongi finish up his song that he would be giving to bts for their 10th anniversary, having someone this amazing helps me to never doubt my choices.
Sitting in the now advanced studio room with him, I wait for Yoongi to finalize his musical decisions, something I have no clue about, and drop me off at my house.
Before I can even blink, Yoongi lifts me up and puts me on his lap as he sits down himself. His eyes are full of words and other emotions he wants to express. I hold in my giggle because it was so abrupt.
"Remember I told you that I wanted to tell you something?" Yoongi says in a soft voice.
I nod and bite my lip, nervous at whatever he was going to be saying.

"Shit y/n. I still don't have the ring, enough money, and the right to but... I think its time to ask you."
I wrap my arms around my boyfriend's neck and bury my face into his shoulder. I love his scent so much.
"What is it?"
As he rubs my back up and down, he pecks my cheek and I lifft my face off to meet his eyes.
Smiling his infamous gummy smile, he caresses my cheek and asks,

"Will you become my family again?"

I roll my eyes and smirk.
"I wonder.. what ever do you mean yoongi?"
He squints and squeezes my cheek.

"You know, live under the same roof, cook meals for each other, share the same bed,"
Yoongi looks at me slyly and clicks his tongue.
"Have intense sex-"
I hit his arm and giggle. He continues,
"And make each other feel loved."
I get off of Yoongi and sit on the other chair.
"Hmm this sounds familiar.. Like it was seven years ago or something.." I say in sarcasm.
"Except we'd have a few more feet running around in the house." My boyfriend says as he squeezes my hand.
Suddenly, he gets down on his knees and holds both my hands.
"I'm sorry I can't afford you all the luxuries and always be the perfect lover y/n. Even now, I don't even have the physical symbol of promise with me. I can't promise that I'll be the best person for you, but I can promise that I'll try to make you happy everyday and love you forever.
Will you become my wife?"
I take his hand and nod furiously.
We embrace each other with love and I say,
"I'm already yours.

And... I have something to tell you too."
Yoongi looks at me skeptically.
"Is it bad?"
"Uhm... could be could be not." I say starting to get worried. He leans in and grabs my face between his hands.
"Are you selling drugs."
I scoff and push off of him.
"Aw babe I was joking~~" He coos silly as I walk backwards. I sigh and I twiddle my thumbs.
"You remember last week when you fucked me extra hard?" I ask.
"Woah language."
"Not like you don't say vulgar things." I giggle.
He stares and I continue with an uneasy heart.
"I guess uh...
you came too hard in me?"
Yoongi's face hardens.
Shit I knew it would be like this.
I'm ready to cry when suddenly Yoongi gets up and squeezes me so hard that I can't breathe
"Y-yoongi??"
"Oh my god Y/n why did you say such a beautiful thing in such a nasty manner." He says in awe and disbelief.
We tear apart and he kneels so he meets me tummy. He smiles and looks up.
"I'm so happy Y/n! Youre so great."
He hugs my waist and I fall in love again for the billionth time. I lean over and hug his shoulders and he rubs my back. He pecks my stomach and suddenly lifts me up.
"Ok fuck I'm hard now."
I laugh out loud and slap his arm. I squirm jokingly as he gently lays me on the couch and I squint my eyes deviously up at him. He smirks and licks his lip and says,
"You don't think our baby would mind if their dad had an intense quickie with their sexy mom, would they?"
I gawk and pull him by his shirt.
"Not at all."

We meet lips and as we make out passionately, I grind into him, lifting my lower half off the couch. He slips his hand through the front of my shorts and I gasp in the kiss. His finger trails my wet folds and he chuckles at the reaction I show him. He uses his other hand to drag down my shorts and thongs and bites my lip. I moan when he pulls my hair up and sucks my neck. He turns me over after a brief moment and unbuckles his pants. "You are such a good kisser." He says as he rushes to pull down his jeans. I giggle and look to the side, but before I can respond, his thick member sinks into me too fast and I let out a suprised, breathy moan.
"Did you become sexier now that youre becoming a mother?" He asks as he thrusts steadily, but with alot of strength. I grip the edge of the couch and leave my mouth hanging and manage a slight chuckle in disbelief.
"Oh god y/n."
He gets faster and leaves wet kisses down the back of my neck, grunting with his raspy voice. The pleasure makes me clench harder and as I do I recieve a long moan followed by a few harder thrusts. A stray tear leaves my eye because of the intensity of his movements.
"I'm coming Yoongi--" I manage as he bites my ear gently and thrusts one last time before massaging my hips as I come. He pulls out and his come drips onto the couch.

His face relaxes and he drops onto me after I turn on my back.
"You good baby?" I ask in heavy breathing. My chest rises up and down with Yoongi in the same motion and he grins in satisfaction.
"I still feel young and energized."
I scoff. "Please Yoongi. You're turning thirty one next march. And I'm not in my teens anymore."
"Well I feel younger when I'm with you."
He pinches my nose and nuzzles his face in my neck. I sigh and play with his hair a bit.

"You gonna wash this couch or something because this studio isn't yours right?"
I say and Yoongi groans.
"Really Y/n? We were having a romantic afterfuck and you gotta say that now?"
He frowns and fixes his pants as he gets up.
I smile like an idiot at his cute, pissed off face and I tease him.
"You have to do what you have to doo~" I poke his side still sitting down.
"Ugh. I'm so whipped. I'm SOOOO whipped. My friends were right!!!!"
He thrashes his hands to his face and refuses to take them off as I play fight with him. I laugh out loud and I get him to love me again by giving him the worlds most loving peck on the cheek, and a massage to his aching shoulders from working all day. He's a hardworking man and I'm his hardworking designer wife-to-be.
Sometimes I see the 'angry brother' side of him and it always takes me back our first few years,

Yoongi, I love you,
and I know it will never change.

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AND that was the actual last chapter for you loving readers 😭 I'm so grateful. Don't be sad guys this book wasn't great. I'll try to write something like this again with a different member. Thanks 😻
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