#haliiimede requests

[sailoryooons]

Established relationship with yoongi. He needs some inspiration for his new mixtape and someone offers him to add some moaning sounds to his new track. And his girlfriend offers to record these in studio for real.

❀ Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

❀ Summary: Yoongi has been lacking inspiration in the studio. When one of his coworkers suggests using some out-of-the-box background effects for his music, Yoongi realizes that you’re the perfect person to help him. 

❀ Word Count: 1,486

❀ Genre: Established relationship, pwp

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content including oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, recording sexual encounters (audio), heavy making out, light grinding, Min Yoongi’s tongue tech

❀ Published: August 6, 2022

❀ A/N: THE ANSWER IS YES. IMMEDIATELY YES. I tweaked it just a tad because I actually had like a shell of something like this in my drafts from two months ago that never went anywhere, and then this beautiful ask was bestowed on me so I tweaked it a bit for this. I hope you enjoy 🥵 SHOUT OUT TO THE AMAZING @here2bbtstrash FOR BEING MY BETA ON THIS. I AM VERY BAD AT EDITING AND M MAKES MY LIFE SO MUCH EASIER I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Yoongi: Can you come to the studio? Need some help with a track. If you’re busy, no problem. Just needing some inspiration and had a few ideas.

Me: Of course, baby. Want me to bring anything on the way?

Yoongi: Wine?

Me: You got it. Be there in 30.

When you get to the studio, you’re surprised to find Yoongi not in the control room as usual, but in the live room where he’s seemingly checking the mic. Seeing no one else around, you pop your head inside, catching his attention.

He grins, making your heart flutter at the sight. Yoongi is always beautiful- calm expression with intelligent eyes, mouth prone to smirking, a laugh deep and soft that makes your toes curl. But there’s something about his current outfit that drives you a little mad: plain white tee stretched across broad shoulders, straight black jeans that emphasize what little ass he has, and a backward hat over his dyed-blonde hair.

“What are you doing in here?” You ask from the door as he finishes adjusting the microphone.

“Come in here.”

“I’ve told you a million times that I won’t sing for you.” You nod toward the mic and put your hand on your hip.

He smirks and crosses his arms. You eye the way his veins jump, making your mouth water a bit. You had never understood the obsession with people’s hands until you started dating Yoongi. Now, you get it. His hands – and arms by extension – are lovely. Artful. Sinful.

“I said, come in here.”

There’s little denying him when he uses that tone of voice, so you slip inside and shut the door behind you, the soft click chasing your heels as you cross the space. He doesn’t have headphones out or any gear, so you furrow your brows as he looks you over. He meets you halfway, taking the wine out of your hand and setting it on a stool off to the side. 

“What’s going on?” You ask as soon as he comes back and put his hands on your hips. You feel the warmth of his hands through your shirt. Your heart jumps a bit, the smell of his woody cologne making you dizzy. Yoongi makes you dizzy in general, especially when he just smirks and guides you toward the couch.

“I told you, I have an idea and I need your help.”

“Oh, really?”

He sets you gently on the couch, dropping down to his knees. Your legs fall open immediately, staring down at him as your breath quickens. Fuck, is this the idea? Your heart is stuck in your throat as his hands skate up your thighs to your shorts, tugging a little.

“Will you let me draw pretty sounds from you, hmm?” He leans forward and nips at the inside of your knee, making your hips cant a little. You can feel yourself growing wetter at the thought of what he’s asking. “Want you to be featured in my music,” he continues, kissing your inner thighs and leaving a wet trail. “Wanna hear you cum on my tracks.”

“Fuck,” you breathe as his hands work the button of your shorts. You let him pull you out of them, the denim scraping down your legs. Your panties already feel damp as he brushes his thumb over them, up and down up and down. Your eyes flutter shut. “This was your idea?”

“Mhmm. Joon suggested making the song sexier.” He presses on your clit and you moan loudly, sparks shooting where he applies pressure. “What’s better than the sounds you make when I eat you out, hmm?”

“Yoongi.”

“Yes?”

“Please.”

“Do I have your permission?”

“Yes, please just touch me.”

His chuckle is soft and raspy as he pulls your underwear down slowly. He curses when he sees how wet you are for him, licking his lips as he fixates on you. You look at him, half-lidded when all he’s done is brush his lips against your knees and inner thighs.

“Fuck, you always get so worked up for me.” He traces your slick slit with his index finger and you squirm, watching and panting. You didn’t come here to be teased, a whine slipping out of your lips as he traces your clit lazily. “Gonna cum on my tongue for me, yeah?”

“Yes,” you beg.

Yoongi is slow when he leans in, tongue languidly licking you up from your core, sucking on your clit gently. You sigh in relief as he repeats the motion, preferring to savor your taste as he licks you up and down, building tension and making you buzz.

You’re not quiet, especially when he takes your clit in his mouth again and sucks gently. You dig your head back into the couch, hand shooting to his head. You knock the hat off of his head to grip his hair, making him laugh. It vibrates right through you, making you shut your eyes as he continues.

Everything feels warm. It’s like you’re short of breath as he continues, making messy noises as he sucks at you, doing the most so you can hear the way you drip for him. Yoongi eats pussy the same way he enjoys other things he likes: with vigor, focus and sounds of pleasure.

Hearing him makes you quake. His fingers press into your thighs, spreading you open for him as he shoves his face deeper into your pussy, sucking hard at your clit. Your muscles twitch under his ministrations, eyes squeezing shut.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum,” you gasp, one hand squeezing his hair tight enough to make him growl, the other squeezing the pillow next to you.

“Cum then,” he mutters between fucking his tongue into your hole. You gasp at the feeling. You tremble at the way he skillfully prods your entrance, looking up at you, sides of his lips curved in a smirk and glistening from your slick. “Love when you cum on my tongue. Make the prettiest fucking noises and you taste so good.”

“Shit.”

And then he does the thing he knows would drive you insane – he leans up a bit, gathers his saliva, and spits directly on your pussy as he sticks two fingers inside of you, massaging that soft spot inside of you.

For a moment, you think you see God. Everything in you squeezes – your eyes, your legs, your lungs, your soul. For a moment, you can’t breathe and all you can hear is your distant scream as you cum, and your vision goes white.

Yoongi slows his fingers, stroking you through your orgasm and kissing your thighs. You’re vaguely aware that he��s speaking to you. Fuck I love when you do that. Squeezing my fucking fingers. Just like that baby, so fucking hot.

When you’re finally able to breathe again, you look down to see Yoongi looking up at you, smirking, mouth covered in your cum. His eyes are dark, hungry. Your legs feel like jello and your heart races in your chest, a wild drum that you can’t slow down.

You already know what he wants when he asks, “Another?” 

“Mmm wan’ suck you off.”

“Hmmm … after one more. You can cum on my tongue again for me, yeah?

-

You’re busy making dinner when Yoongi comes home from a day of finishing off his editing for his album. He slips behind you and gives you a hug from behind as you stir dinner. You grin as he gives you a kiss on the side of your neck.

“Hello,” you greet gently, turning to meet his lips for a quick peck. He’s soft around the edges today, finally relaxed now that he’s done with the hard part of his album. “You’re back early.”

“Went smooth.” He drops his stuff on the island and walks over to where music is pumping out from your phone. He disconnects you from the Bluetooth speakers and connects his. “I have a new song for you to hear- it’s track 11 on the album.”

“Is that so?”

“Mmm.” He grunts, finding it and playing. It starts with a nice beat, something lowkey and kind of sexy. But then you hear it, making you spin quickly, ladle in hand, to see him all out laughing.

“EEEEK!” You scream, barely able to hear the sound of you moaning layered on top of other adlibs and sounds. You know that most people may not be able to hear it, but you sure can. “YOU ACTUALLY USED IT?”

“Your voice is fit for music, baby.”

“You are ridiculous.”

“Shhh … this will be your favorite part.” There’s a pause as the beat switches, but not without an audible sound of spitting.

In an instant, you become hot and bothered. Yoongi grins at you knowingly, walking into the kitchen and flicking the burner off as he looks down at you. “Can dinner wait, baby?”

“Yes. It absolutely can wait.”

#bts fanfic #bts smut #bangtan boys #haliiimede writes #yoongi smut #yoongi fanfic #min yoongi smut #min yoongi fanfic #suga bts #yoongi x you #suga smut #yoongi x reader #halishappyagust #haliiimede requests

[sugarwithtea]

MILESTONE CELEBRATION!!

➳ SUGARWITHTEA MILESTONE DRABBLE GAME

This blog hit a major milestone a few days ago, all thanks to you guys. I have mostly missed all the previous milestones, but this one is pretty big for me and I was so excited for it. So, we are celebrating!!!!

A big thank you to each and every one of you for being with me and supporting me. Even if it was just a like, a comment, a follow or an amazing reblog, you helped me a lot.

To celebrate with y'all, I'll be opening up my requests for drabbles for the next two weeks ;)

➳ RULES

The requests are meant to be sent by asks.

Any genre is allowed. Please note that to request smut, you need to be off anon.

You can use the following prompt lists if you'd like to -> angst | smut 1, smut 2 | fluff 1, fluff 2

You can also send in pictures or songs as writing prompts.

You can mention the member you'd like me to write for. Or else you can leave it up to me :) Whatever works best for you <3

My requests will stay open till 25th November. (i have the liberty to change the date)

A list of what I won't be writing

➳ yandere

➳ pedophilia

➳ rape / dub-con sex

➳ topics which can hurt any race, gender, sexuality, caste, etc.

➳ abuse of any kind by the main characters

➳ MUTUALS ♡

Here's a list of all my mutuals (in alphabetic order). Thank you so much!! You guys have helped me the most ♡

@apotatomashedbybts @astronaut-jin-moon @bebejungkook @breakiebunny @btsgotjams27 @btsstan12 @caelesjjk @chaoticabstractism @cherrysoulth @chimchimmarie @chryblossomjjk @daechwitatamic @delugguk @gimmethatagustd @haliiimede @hearts4joon @here2bbtstrash @here4btsfics @hobipost @jeonjcngkook @jeonsweetheart @jimilter @jiminzfilter @jinastronaut @jjkeverlast @jjksblackgf @junsai-tree @kithtaehyung @kookslastbutton @lvoekook @matchstick6812 @meirkive @minniesvenus @moonleeai @monvante @namjooningelsewhere @oddinary4bts @pamzn @parkdatjimin @pasteljoonie @pjiminbloomx @pjmparadise @playmetheclassics @prodagustd @ratherbefangirling @rkivian @saweetspoiled @sevenpersona @skyfull0fstories @ssaboala @sunshinerainbowsbts @taehyungssss @taesfile @temptaetions @the-boy-meets-evil @thesleepingmoonfox @yoongukie-ff

I am so sorry if I forgot to tag you but please know I really respect and adore you ♡

#milestone #bts drabble #drabble requests #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #sugarwithtea #smut #fluff #angst #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #requests #requests open

[jjkeverlast]

JEON JUNGKOOK - FICS RECS ||

✮ fics marked with (M) include mature content 18+

✮ main fic rec list! - jeon jungkook fics recs list

✮ a/n: i've read plenty of jungkook fics lately, and seeing my other list doesn't allow more tags, i've decided to make a part 2! show these authors a lot of love to their stories, by reblogging or leaving a kind message <3 this will be updated with time!

✮ ONE SHOTS ✮

babydoll by @gimmethatagustd (M) [fuckboy!jk, friends with benefits au, pwp]

shut up and kiss me by @sugarwithtea (M) [boyfriend!jk, established relationship, pwp]

sore loser by @haliiimede (M) [streamer!jk, established relationship, pwp]

let me take care of you by @minniesvenus (M) [boyfriend!jk, established relationship] 

my dear friend by @kooktrash (M) [friend!jk, friends to lovers, college au] 

the spins by @here2bbtstrash (M) [former lab partner!jk, college au]

inked by @delugguk (M) [boyfriend!jk, established relationship] 

i love(d) you by @armys-dna [ex!jk, pure angst]

let you go by @namfinessed [boyfriend!jk, established relationship] 

ceo request by @helenazbmrskai (M) [ceo!jk, ceo au, secret crush au] 

✮ SERIES ✮

carved by @haliiimede (M) [demon!jk, urban fantasy au, enemies to semi-lovers]

fuckboy training by @helenazbmrskai (M) [gym instructor!jk, college au, enemies to lovers]

✮ DRABBLES ✮

let me take care of you by @minniesvenus (M)

need to know by @hobipost (M)

inked by @delugguk (M)

#bts fan fic #bts recs #jungkook recs

[gimmethatagustd]

drabble requests: spotify wrapped edition!

i'm pretty close to a followers milestone, and @here2bbtstrash and @haliiimede cyberbullied me into following through with this drabble request idea that i had, so here we are 😌

send me a number (1-101) and i'll write a drabble based on the corresponding song on my spotify wrapped playlist 👀

(if you want a specific member, pls include that, too!)

i hope you all enjoy the nonsense this is probably gonna turn into

#drabble request #you know that bad bunny snl skit #when he's pretending to be a plant? #and he's all like #“mentally mentally mentally ill” #“go buss it down if you're mentally ill”

[rec-review8890]

JM | Magic!au RECs

(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst , 

(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Dribble , 

(💜) ~ Personal Favorite 

Request Guidelines | Fic Rec ML

NONE of these works are mine. Give all your love to the authors and their works. The links will either bring you to the Tumblr page or a Ao3 page of the work. 

Magic!au... Basically anything with magical elements. Fea, Wizard/witches, Curses, etc,. Does not involve all supernatural elements, such as vampires or werewolf's. They can be involved in the background, but for these story recs they are not. 

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Title: Blessing and a Curse 💦👊🗒

Author: @btsmosphere

Summary: Also college!au. 12.7 words.... Curse!au????

↳ “You are the unlukiest person you know. Park Jimin seems to be the exception to the rule. But when strange dreams start haunting you, Jimin begins to piece together the events that have followed you your whole life... “

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Title: Realm of Enchantment  💦👊📝

Author: @jkeuphoriadreamland

Summary: 7 parts, completed. Fea!Jimin. 

↳ “A beautiful creature, the likes of which you have never seen before, falls into your pool in the middle of the night. You race to help it, quickly discovering that it can tell you nothing about who or what it is. In time you discover this creature is more than meets-the-eye, its charms making you fall deeper and deeper. “

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Title: Erised  💦🐑👊🗒

Author: @jamaisjoons

Summary: Also HarryPotter!au. Slytherin!jimin x hufflepuff!reader. 

↳  “The last thing jimin had anticipated when he’d followed you into the room of requirement was to find you, the demure little head-girl, in front of the mirror of erised. moaning his name.”

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Title: The Dark Prince Epilogue  💦👊📝💜

Author:  @jkeuphoriadreamland

Summary: Although this is a part of a series, only the epilogue (link above) is Jimin x reader. The other 8 parts are JK x Reader. Also curse!au, and Witch!jimin x queen!reader. 

↳ “Approached by a witch with the promise to free your husband’s family name from a curse, you question whether his intentions are good, but soon find there is a heavy price to pay.“

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Title: The Iron Ring 💦👊📝

Author: @haliiimede 

Summary: Series on Hiatus until Sept, 22. Fae!prince!jimin x human!reader. Also royal!au. 

↳  “After finding a mysterious ring while cleaning out your late grandmother’s attic, you receive the unlikeliest of visitors: a fae prince who claims you have something that belongs to him. Discovering the fairytales your grandmother told you are true is the least of your problems when you’re taken to a world dangerous and unfamiliar.“

#magic!au #jimin #jm #jimin bts #jm bts #jimin x reader #magic!jimin x reader #fae!jimin #wizard!jimin #curse!au #jm x reader #magic!jm x reader #wizard!jimin x reader #witch!jimin x reader #fae!jimin x reader #curse jimin x reader #bts #fic recs #bts fics

[opaljm]

hi! i saw your post regarding jimin fics! i can suggest, @gimmethatagustd - nectar is a personal fave of mine (it's vampire!reader x human!jimin) @haliiimede - her infamous the iron ring series is a must read! her readers love it so far so maybe check it out! it's fantasy <3 if you're more into fluff and angst, @btsstan12 has some amazing works as well <333

and this is seriously not at all to self plug, but i have some myself if it were! (i only have two works: freaky deaky which is fwb!jimin and switch!jimin and my newest one which was a request by a mutual regarding my milestone celebration, which is sub!jimin <3 if any of that speaks of interest, it's all yours to read! or else i can recommend reading @lvoekook fic recs, toobs has one for park jimin too if needed!

take care and i hope this helped you <3

Omg all of these are new??? I shall be adding them to my tbr! Also self plug away! I'm always looking to discover new authors and fics 💕💕💕

I recently read your Jimin fic that Mindy requested!!! I think like two hours ago?? Some one reblogged it onto my feed. Loved the sub!jimin / dom!reader 😍

Tbh it was reading your fic that made me go "I NEED MORE JIMIN NOW!" 😭😭

#jjkeverlast #asks

[sailoryooons]

Can you make a smut for myg? Like wake the reader up using his c_ck? It'd be fun if there's also a friend on the other bed sleeping, and the thrill is no one can make a noise 👌

❀ Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

❀ Summary: Yoongi wakes you up early in the morning in the best way possible. Only rule: don't wake up Namjoon who sleeps just a few feet away from you.

❀ Word Count: 1,198

❀ Genre: established relationship, pwp

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings: Explicit language, voyeurism (i mean namjoon is literally right there) unprotected vaginal sex (pls don't do this), clit play, light dirty talk, almost somnophilia but reader is awake and 100% consenting

❀ Published: June 6, 2022

❀ A/N: I lowkey forgot that I wrote this when I was traveling back from Chicago and seeing Yoongi in the flesh and just came across it when I was editing all my writing folders so - surprise? This is unbeta'd and unedited so please forgive me.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Warmth shuffles behind you. You’re pulled out of sleep a little, humming as you shift backwards into the furnace of a body behind you. It’s soft and comforting, earning a sigh as you drift back toward your sleep, body sinking into the feeling.

Soft breath fans your neck before your pulled back from sleep once more. A soft kiss to the flesh, luring you toward the surface. You make an annoyed sound, aware enough to know that the huff of soft laughter is coming from your boyfriend curled behind you.

Yoongi is persistent, kissing behind your ear, the nape of your neck, your shoulder. You wiggle under the covers and he makes a sound, hands shooting to your waist and drawing you back into him.

Your eyes flutter open now, half-awake as he presses his hardening cock to your thin pajamas. His hands are warm and firm squeezing your ass gently as he leans forward to nibble on your ear. It feels so good that you lean back into him, only mutely aware that Namjoon is dead asleep in the bed across the room for you.

It’s morning dark outside the hotel curtains. Your eyes are pulled open again when Yoongi sucks a mark into your neck.

“Quiet for me, yeah?” he murmurs. His hands skim the top of your pajama shorts, brushing to play with the hemline at your stomach. “Need you so bad.”

You turn your head. “Namjoon is –“

“Snoring.” Yoongi’s voice is barely above a whisper. “Please.” His voice is rasping, dark eyes looking at yours. You melt – Yoongi never begs. Ever. His hand dips under the hem, making you shiver as he slides his hand between your legs and buries his face in your neck. “Fucking wet. Please.”

Without words, you nod. You close your eyes and lean back into him, a hand drifting behind you as you palm his cock over his sweatpants. Yoongi is good at being silent – he is a master at it. He gives a shaky breath as you squeeze, but makes no other noise.

You, on the other hand, tremble under his touch. Yoongi’s fingers are slow and lazy as they circle your clit slowly, sending muted pleasure through you. You’re still exhausted – the three of you had a late night out on the town to celebrate Yoongi and Namjoon’s business meeting at a potential label for them, and you were weary to the bone.

Yoongi nips at your neck and you clap your hand over your mouth, sound almost escaping. “Shh,” he hums. “Be a good girl for me. Think you can take me?”

You nod, nearly panting. He licks a stripe up your neck, carefully removing his fingers from your pussy. You turn to look at him over your shoulder, hypnotized by the way he grins with tired eyes as he pops the slick covered fingers in his mouth.

You almost moan out loud. Quick hands pull your pajamas down to your knees. You’re burning hot under the covers but you don’t dare lower them any, eyes fixated on the sleeping lump in the bed across from you as Yoongi’s tip prods your hole.

A sound escapes you. Yoongi’s hand grips your face over the mouth, turning your head so that you’re angle toward the ceiling, fingers muting you. You’re panting under his touch, every curl of his hot breath against your neck fueling the arousal dripping between your legs.

Slowly, Yoongi slides into you. Your eyes shutter closed and you sigh, becoming pliant beneath his touch. He uses the hand not clamping your mouth to hold your leg up just enough for him to slowly thrust into you.

And fuck it feels so good. Every inch of his thick cock slowly slides into your heat, making you warm all over, flushed as the tip lazily strokes your g-spot. You hide your face in the pillow, teeth clenching around the fabric as Yoongi does the work, using the leg in his hand to help pull you back and forth onto his cock.

Your throat tightens, begging to let out a sound. Yoongi’s lips are all over your skin, spiking your pleasure further. Even at the slow, gentle pace he is hitting deep inside of you, making your stomach twist.

Another sound escapes you on accident, making Yoongi still. You hold your breath, peeking up at the sleeping lump of Namjoon. At any fucking moment he could roll over and look at you, thinking you were asleep. There is nothing to suggest that Yoongi’s cock is plunged at the hilt, that the fingers on your thighs are gripping you fiercely.

“Do you want him to wake up, hmm?” Yoongi’s voice is low, nearly inaudible. “Want Namjoon to know I have you split open with my cock a few feet away from him? That your greedy pussy is just fuckin’ taking me first thing in the morning?”

Your skin is hot all over, stinging where he’s sucked marks into your skin and where you’re flushed. You shake your need, burying you face into your pillow as Yoongi fucks slowly into you again, teeth pulling at your earlobe.

It is so mind numbing and perfect that you’re just panting, eyes closed, letting Yoongi fuck himself into you as you fist the sheets, not paying any attention until he stops suddenly and tucks his face in your neck.

You peek upward. Namjoon shuffles, getting up and stretching. Your heart begins pounding in your ears as he rubs his face and stumbles to his feet, careful not to make noise as he walks toward the bathroom, half-asleep. Yoongi doesn’t dare breathe behind you, cock throbbing in your heat.

The bathroom door clicks, but for a moment, neither of you move. It isn’t until the shower starts running that Yoongi launches into action, throwing the blanket off of you as he sinks his teeth in your shoulder, fucking into you with fervor.

You gasp, head thrown back as he slams his hips into you, the wet sounds of you dripping for him barely audible over the shower.

“Fuck,” you pant. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

Each curse is punctuated by the slap of his hips, his stilted breath. The hand holding your leg abandons you, leaving you to hold it up yourself as his fingers apply pressure to your clit, nearly making you scream.

“Come on,” Yoongi grunts. “Need you to cum all over my cock before Joonie finishes his shower.”

“Yoongi,” you whisper, one hand grabbing his forearm, holding the hand he uses so skillyfully against your clit. “Oh my god.”

“Fuck yeah. Gonna cream, baby? All hot and bothered from me fucking you while Joon is right there?”

“Yes yes yes.”

“Cum,” Yoongi growls.

Your orgasm snaps into place like a rubberband. Yoongi shoves his fingers into your mouth, muting the scream of his name as you squeeze his cock, legs trembling and eyes seeing stars with the force of it.

Yoongi cums immediately after, huffing as he slows his thrusts until he’s breathing heavily behind you, hand settled on your stomach.

Gently, Yoongi kisses the back of your neck. “Love you.”

You hum, half-awake. “Love you too.”

#min yoongi smut #min yoongi fanfic #suga bts #suga smut #bts suga #min yoongi #bangtan boys #bts smut #bts fanfic #suga fanfic #yoongi x reader #non idol au #haliiimedemasterlist #haliiimede requests

[sailoryooons]

I would love #39 with soft boyfriend Namjoon 🥰❤️

❀ Pairing: Namjoon x reader (gender not specified)

❀ Summary: After a stressful day at work, you go home brimming with tears and frustration. Thankfully, Namjoon is always willing to help and soothe you with open arms.

❀ Dialogue prompts requested: #39 “Tell me how to help.”

❀ Word Count: 1,167

❀ Genre: domestic, established relationship 

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings: Soft fluff, reader had a stressful day

❀ Published: May 29, 2022

❀ A/N:Hi hello - sorry this took so long to fill! I am finally working through my requests and this felt like the perfect answer to a super stressful day - I hope you enjoy quiet moments with soft boyfriend Namjoon! Writing this made me feel very dreamy and sleepy 🥰

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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The tightness in your throat signals stuck tears as you jam the button on the elevator. It smells nice inside, with clean tile and a polished mirror interior. Soft jazz music plays as the car shoots upwards, dinging past every floor with a soft chime.

Most days you can appreciate the insane upgrade from the elevator at your old apartment to the elevator at your current apartment. It’s mostly due to moving in with Namjoon, but you have always learned to appreciate the small things.

Except for today.

Today isn’t meant for appreciating anything it feels like. What had started as a spilled-coffee morning had turned into an endless stream of mean-toned emails, piles of projects being added to your to-do list, and an angry client that inspired a five-minute mental breakdown in the bathroom.

You never expected that being an adult would be easy. But you didn’t expect it to be so hard sometimes. It’s so stressful at times – the all-consuming kind where you misspell responses because you’re moving too quickly in an attempt to get everything done.

Or the kind where your sleeve snatches on the door handle because the universe knows you’re in a hurry.

Or the kind where you take two bites of your salad before being pulled into a meeting, only to return to find ants in it.

Or the kind or the kind or the kind – you can list the inconveniences in various orders of operations.

The apartment smells like cinnamon when you enter. There’s soft lighting in the entryway. You close the door with a gentle click, pressing your back firmly against it and closing your eyes. The sting of tears is still there, a soft burn that hurts just as bad eyes closed as it does eyes open.

No sound comes from the apartment, but the spicy smell of a lit candle and the low lighting emanating from the living room is a sure sign that Namjoon is home. You slide off the shoes from your weary feet, placing them next to the neatly arranged sneakers near the door. With the shed weight of your back on a hook and your coat to follow, you feel a little lighter as you enter the apartment proper.

A fireplace crackles on the TV for ambiance, though muted as Namjoon sits on the couch. For a moment, you stand at the entryway to the living room, taking in your surroundings.

Soft warm light casts a halo around Namjoon from the lamp next to him. He’s curled into the arm of the couch, knees to chest and feet pressed into the cushions as he cradles his book. His brown hair is messy and a little fluffy, suggesting he had a shower not long ago. His sweatpants are tight across his thighs and his sweater is a little on the large side, sleeves coming over his hands as he turns a page.

The peace in the room is something you haven’t experienced all day. Namjoon deserves this, though. He’s been working extremely hard, pushing himself to the edge and then a little further with his music. These moments where he can read undisturbed on the couch are few and far between.

Artwork that he has hand-selected hangs on the walls. There are stacks of books from you and he combined on the coffee table, on the floor next to the couch, and near the bookshelf which is overflowing.

Namjoon hasn’t noticed you, brows pinched tight and bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he flicks the page of his book. His glasses slide down his nose just slightly and you feel your heart swell, tears brimming your eyes again.

Coming home to this – to him – makes up a lot for your shitty day.

Tears spill over your cheeks and you sniff. Namjoon hears the noise, breaking from his reverie and looking up, eyes blinking owlishly behind his glasses. His reaction is instant, putting the book down on the back of the couch and unfolding himself, arms reaching toward you and face painted with concern.

“Hey come here,” he murmurs, standing as you rush to him, propelled by the sudden sob in your chest.

He doesn’t ask any questions. He doesn’t need to. His chest is warm and his sweat smells like him – a little bit of salt on skin with deep notes of lemon and something muskier. You squeeze your eyes shut as you wrap your hands around his middle. He anchors you in the tide of your frustration, arms coming to buoy around you, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

Namjoon’s heartbeat is steady against your ear. You let the rhythm lead you in a dance to steady your breathing. His arms are firm around your shoulders, hands rubbing up and down your back.

You don’t know how long you stand there. Namjoon is patient, letting the emotions bleed out of you like poison before applying soft kisses to your forehead, peeling you back to look down at you.

“How can I help?” his eyes are soft and searching. There is no pity there – only understanding. “What do you need from me?”

“Can you just-“ You sniff a bit. “Can you just let me lay with you while you read? That would be nice.”

He nods his head. You never have to ask twice with him. Namjoon knows every groove of your many moods, knows what silences to fill and what silences to leave empty.

Warm, smooth hands pull you onto the couch with him. He presses his back against the arm of the couch, one leg resting along the back of the couch with the other on the floor, creating a space for you to sit between his legs.

The couch sinks with your combined weight as you slot yourself between his legs, turning on your side with your back against the cushions and your body pressed against his chest. The soft rise and fall of his breath as he lets you adjust and tuck your head between his shoulder and neck is calming.

When you’re settled, eyes fluttering shut and taking a deep breath in to smell the lemon of his soap, Namjoon puts one hand on your head, fingers massaging your scalp lightly as the other hand reaches for his book. Once he confirms you’re comfortable, hands tucked into his sweater and eyes closed, he continues to read.

“Do you want some soft rain noises?” he murmurs, breath fanning against your skin. You nod, cheek smush against his sweater. He hums in response and asks the Alexa to turn on rain sounds, the room filling with hushed white noise. “Let me know what else you need.”

“Just this.”

“Just this?”

You feel warm and heavy – not with your stress, but with deep, unfettered affection for the man who wraps you in the safety of his arms. “Just this,” you agree, a small smile on your lips.

As long as it’s Namjoon, it will always be just this.

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[sailoryooons]

This might be a weird request, but I was wondering if you could do a dom/sub relationship between yoongi and the reader where yoongi just has the reader do chores but with bondage restraints or a leash or some other bdsm twist? No smut is necessary, but actually fluffy? It’s almost stupidly sweet 🤔🤔🤔😳😳😳

❀ Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

❀ Summary: Sunday is chores day in your house. It’s been that way since before your marriage to Yoongi. Except this Sunday, he surprises you with a little twist in your routine.

❀ Word Count: 1,308

❀ Genre: Dom/sub dynamics, domestic, pet play

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings: Yoongi is a super soft dom in this, pet play including use of names like kitty and kitten, Yoongi referred to as daddy, reader is collard and there is the brief use of a leash, details of being in subspace, domestic Yoongi in glasses is a warning in itself, use of daddy, bdsm dynamics outside of the bedroom, implied / sexual references, reader earns chocolate as a reward

❀ Published: August 14, 2022

❀ A/N: hank you so much for this Agust drabble request - this was not a weird request at all. Please never feel like something you want to see is weird - it is not! To be honest with you, this was a great writing exercise for me. I’ve never written BDSM dynamics explicitly and this was somewhat of a challenge to write soft dom Yoongi while remaining a little fluffy and domestic without including sexual content. Writing things that are new to me is always super fun and I enjoyed the challenge, though! I hope you enjoy. SPECIAL THANKS TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE @here2bbtstrash FOR MAKING THIS SHIT POSSIBLE. No really. They basically came up with the idea because I was struggling and read to make sure it wasn't cringe. I love you, M.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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The dishwasher hums as you finish wiping your hands on a small towel. Leaning against the counter, you take a deep breath to try and clear some of your thoughts. It works a little, but the lull of the dishwasher is soft and comforting, in a way. The rhythm is steady, the only sound in the apartment as you try to shake the fog.

But it’s a pleasant fog. The kind that makes you a little dreamy. You have to blink several times to make the sink come back into focus as you fold the dish rag and put it on the counter, which has already been cleaned.

Yoongi is smart enough to have you do the difficult tasks first.

The taste of chocolate is on your tongue as you slowly turn around. You feel a little off balance, like your limbs are melting together like the piece of dark chocolate that Yoongi rewarded you with earlier.

Leaning your butt against the counter, you stare at Yoongi. He’s sitting on the couch watching you. He’s not reading, he’s not listening to music. He’s leaned back against the armrest against a pillow, arms tucked behind his bed as those stormy eyes peer at you behind his glasses.

Your stomach flips and you sink a little bit further into the soft fuzz of feeling. Your blood feels like warmed sugar, slow and sticky as you stare at your husband.

He looks good today – he looks good every day – but today in particular he makes your head spin. He’s dressed in a black, oversized sweater over black sweatpants. His long hair is messy today, untamed by sleep and running his hands through it. He still has his morning glow, cheeks a little puffy, and lips pouted as he focuses on you and only you.

“Come here, kitty.” His voice is deep, still scratchy with sleep. Your head spins as you nod, the bell on your collar tinkly delicately.

Lacing your hands behind your back, you’re careful as you approach him. The fuzziness of subspace has been chasing you all morning. It started the moment Yoongi nuzzled you awake, pressing cotton-soft kisses to your brow while slipping a collar around your throat.

The velvet collar is soft around your throat. Not snug enough to restrict your breathing, but it does provide pressure every time you breathe and move. There’s a small, silver bell just below a ‘Y’ stitched in silver thread.

Your steps are careful. Grey light pours through the windows behind Yoongi. The apartment is well kept, but there were a few chores to be done today. You’ve already vacuumed, done the last of the laundry, wiped down the counters, and put away all of the miscellaneous items around the house.

Yoongi’s presence is like the storm outside: dark and heavy, but comforting in the way that all storms are. He smiles lazily at you, eyes dragging up and down your figure. You’re in leggings and a thin t-shirt, leaving little to the imagination.

And your little collar with a bell, tinkling as you approach.

When you reach the end of the couch where his feet are, you sink to your knees. Your balance is a little off, making you teeter to the side and fall the rest of the way to your knees.

He shoots forward immediately, lazy posture forgotten. His fingers grip your chin firmly and you look up at him with a tranquil smile. Your knees don’t even hurt from the sudden dip to the floor. All you feel is… nice. Staring at Yoongi, wide-eyed and mouth parted slightly as he turns your face to look up at him.

“You okay, kitten?” You nod, licking your lips a little. You want more chocolate. It’s sitting on the coffee table next to him, forgotten by Yoongi but you know it’s there. “Are you sure? Need to hear you say it, kitten.”

“Yes, daddy.”

Yoongi’s eyes are searching. His thumb is against your chin. Giddy, your tongue darts out to lick his thumb. His eyes are razor-sharp, following the movement.

“Tst,” he hisses at you, making you suck your tongue back into your mouth with a pout. He softens a bit, sighing and giving you the look. “Kitty has been good all day. Do you want daddy to punish you now that you’ve finished your chores?”

“No, daddy.”

His lips twitch in a smile. “C’mere.”

Yoongi drops his hands from your face and reaches down, sliding his hands underneath your armpits and hauling you from your knees. You giggle, giddy and drunk on the reward that hasn’t even started. He smiles, your happiness infectious, as he leans back against the pillows, pulling you against his chest.

You curl your legs in his lap, laying toward the TV with your head tucked under his. Your hands wrap themselves in the fabric of his sweater, clutching in excitement as one of his hands holds you by the hip while he reaches for the tinfoil of chocolate.

Automatically your mouth opens, tongue darting out as Yoongi returns with a square of chocolate. He chuckles, the sound vibrating through you and nearly making your eyes roll back into your head. His laughs are so warm and deep, the perfect sound for you to fall asleep to.

Instead, Yoongi places the chocolate on your tongue. You fold the sweetness back into your mouth, humming enthusiastically as you close your eyes, chewing contentedly on the sweet. His heartbeat strums beautifully against his chest as you listen, your ear pressed against him.

Yoongi’s hand drifts to your head, rubbing your scalp gently the way he would a cat. You almost purr for him, your hum of happiness rolling through you without realizing it. He whispers something sweet against your hairline, but you can’t hear it, lost in the rich taste of chocolate and the feeling of his hand brushing over your head.

Sundays are usually made for both of you to team up to clean the apartment. But you think you like this. Yoongi traditionally keeps his play strictly sexual, but every once in a while he surprises you like he did this morning.

You’re somewhere between sleep and awake. It’s the little, happy space between worlds, where you can’t form thoughts or words, but you can feel everything. Yoongi is pressing soft kisses on your forehead now, and you’re vaguely aware that he’s talking to you.

You have no idea what he’s saying, but the timbre of his voice is soothing. You nuzzle into him further, knees tucking even more. You could live forever right here, laying on your husband’s lap while he whispers to you as your mind drifts to some other place of existence.

After a period of time – you’re unsure how long – you feel Yoongi shift. You blink your eyes up at him and he smirks. You let him remove you from where you’ve suctioned yourself to him. He is careful when he stands you next to the couch. You blink up at him owlishly, waiting as he grabs your collar gently and loops a leash through the velvet hoop at the back.

Gently, he leads you to the bathroom. He instructs you to stand near the shower. Your brows pull together, confused until he returns with some pillows, plopping them on the ground by the large, glass shower.

“Sit, kitty.” You’re careful as you nestle onto the pillows, Yoongi’s hands guiding you down. You crane your neck to look up at him as he straightens, arm reaching over his head to pull the back of his shirt up and off. “Daddy needs to shower. Be a good kitty and wait.”

Yoongi, shirtless and marvelous bends down and presses a kiss to your nose. “You’ll get to cum after, okay?” You nod. He grins. “I love you.”

“Love you too, daddy."

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[sailoryooons]

hi!!! for your writng event, i'd like to request a lil something for yoongi inspired by for Taylor Swift's Paper RIngs, especially the line "I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings".

thank you!! <33

→ Pairing:  Yoongi x female reader

→ Summary:  Yoongi cheers you up in the kitchen after a bad day, reminding you of just how much you love him.   

→ Word Count: 1,027

→ Type: Drabble / Request

→ Genre: established relationship, fluff

→ Main Masterlist: here

→ Rating:  SWF

→ Warnings: Fluff. Some innocent kissing. Drinking wine.

→ Part of Hali’s Happy Agust writing event

→  A/N: NIXIE OF COURSE. I have to admit I was super unfamiliar with the song, but I really tried to incorporate some of it in here, specifically with the number of kisses meaning different things, the little imagery of reading the same books / jumping into the pool, and obviously the quote. I hope this brings you a lil fluff and warmth!

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios

By an unwritten rule, you are required to grumble when Yoongi hauls you up from the couch. You pout at him, trying to convey that the long work day has turned your bones to jelly and that there is no frame to hold your body up.

Seemingly, he gets it. Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tight as he presses his chest against your back. His chin slots perfectly over your shoulder and he steals a shy kiss on the cheek. That makes you grin a little – perhaps the first one all day.

“You don’t have to do anything except stir,” your boyfriend promises. He begins to nudge you forward, dragging your movements in sync with his. “If you still want to wallow after, you are absolutely in your right to do so. But you asked for one hour of no sadness a day, and we’re doing it.”

You hum, frowning as he manages to drag your ass to the kitchen. You did ask him to hold you accountable for monitoring bad moods and not letting them consume your days and your life. So far, Yoongi had been really fucking good at it, too.

Perhaps it’s the years between you that have given him such amazing insight into who you are as a person. He knows to set you up in the kitchen by placing a glass of wine in your one hand while he slides a cooking spoon in the other: work and reward.

Yoongi knows that when you pout at him as he tosses the meat into a pan, you need just a little extra love. So he lets dinner sizzle as he leans over to you, hand abandoning his task to gently slip a curved finger under your jaw, tilting your mouth to his in a soft kiss that tastes a little bit like sweet red wine and just… Yoongi.

“I know it was a long day,” he murmurs. He presses another chaste kiss to your lips, making your head spin. He pulls away and thinks better of it, stealing a final kiss, nose brushing softly against yours. Your mind is heady with his plush mouth. “It’ll be all right.”

You remember the first time you kissed Yoongi. It had come as a surprise, an act of bravery when you had been crying over failing an exam. He had been sitting next to you on the bench overlooking the lake on campus, and before you knew what was happening, he had pressed his lips against yours.

Even two years later, it makes your head spin. You had been friends with him for years, chewing on a massive crush like a dog on a bone. Being afraid to ruin your friendship has long since been a fear of the past. The softness of his lips at the minty breath of the gum he always chewed had chased away that fear then, and it does now.

Yoongi goes back to cooking gesturing at the noodles that you have now abandoned in favor of staring at his side profile: soft nose, feline eyes, pouted lips and if you squint, freckles.

 “What are you thinking about?” he prompts as you stir the pasta. “You have that look on your face.”

“What look?”

He shrugs. “A cute one.”

“I was thinking about the first time you kissed me.” He goes red from his button nose to his ears. You feel the smile growing on your face, hiding the grin in your glass of wine as you take a sweet sip. It’s a little too sweet, but it’s Yoongi’s favorite. “It was just… so unexpected. I never knew you liked me.”

He snorts. “Everyone else did. I mean don’t get me wrong, I like reading, but I curated my bookshelf after the pile I saw next to your bed freshman year.”

“Really?” He’s never told you that. He shrugs shyly, focused on the sizzle of the pan and popping oil. “That’s cute. Remember that time you jumped into Seokjin’s pool in the middle of the night after that cold snap? Jin didn’t really dare me to follow you – I just did cause I wanted to relate to you.”

“Huh. Kind of dumb, huh?”

“Well I get to sleep next to you now so… perhaps not.”

He grins. You’ve forgotten about your bad day. Forgotten about the way Monday makes your step drag, makes you sag at the edges. Yoongi always has that effect on you, taking your attitude and turning it around with gentle hands.

“I was always worried you wouldn’t return the sentiment.” Yoongi turns the burner off. You do the same, steam wafting around your hand. In tandem, you move around the kitchen, trained in the art of living around one another. “I didn’t have much to offer.”

“Yoongi,” you chide, pouring pasta into the strainer. “I didn’t care about that shit then, and I wouldn’t now.”

“I know, but it’s nice to know that now I have the stability to buy you a ring when we get married.”

“Is that a promise of marriage?”

He steals the fourth kiss from you as he turns on the cold water, cooling the pasta a bit. “It always has been. From that first kiss, I wanted to marry you.”

“Well as it turns out, ring or not, I would marry you.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course, I would. I love you. I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings.”

And you’re absolutely serious. Since the moment you started dating, you’ve pictured a life with Yoongi. Pictured being the one he leans into when he just needs a moment to cry. To be the person for him when he needs a steady hand to give him courage. To be the one that he saved that secret smile of his for, the one where he tucks his face into his shoulder, smile full of gums and eyes squinted.

When you turn to the fridge to get sauce out, Yoongi smiles. Runs his hand over the box in his back pocket. Watches as you stand on your tiptoes to get what you want. “Good to know,” he murmurs. “And I love you too.”

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[sailoryooons]

Re: Yoongi requests, get ready for the most annoying request in the world:

Literally anything, as long as he's wearing glasses. I'll take anything anything 🤓🥵🤓🥵

→ Pairing:  Yoongi x female reader

→ Summary:  These types of evenings are your favorite: night in, rain against the window, and your boyfriend curled over a book, glasses sliding down his nose and hair mused.  

→ Word Count: 

→ Type: Drabble

→ Genre: domestic, established relationship

→ Main Masterlist: here

→ Rating: SWF / no sexual content

→ Warnings: Yoongi is drinking a glass of wine?

→ Part of Hali’s Happy Agust writing event

→ A/N: This was not the most annoying request at all. I am down bad for Yoongi in glasses. It always gives me either a daddy vibe or a soft vibe. I went with a soft, domestic vibe for this one! I hope you enjoy 🥰

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios

Steam permeates the air as you step out of the shower, careful not to drip water all over the tile as you shut the glass door behind you. Yoongi hates when he comes into the bathroom to find you’ve dripped water everywhere, even if he won’t tell you he hates it.

Yoongi likes to suffer in silence like that.

Towel-drying your hair, you strain your ears to hear your boyfriend anywhere in the apartment. There’s no sound of the TV, no sound of music coming from the second bedroom where he works, and no record player on.

Sliding into soft pajamas and stretching your limbs, you steal a book from your dresser as you pad into the living room, determined to finish House of Hollow and learn all of the tucked-away secrets of the Hollow sisters.

A teakwood candle flickers on the coffee table. You realize that the TV is on – Yoongi has a fireplace on YouTube crackling for ambiance, the orange flames casting a warm aura into the room. Soft rain patters against the window, a soft percussion to the crackling melody coming from the tv.

You stop in the doorway to drink Yoongi in: feet in fuzzy socks, tucked under him. Folded limbs with a glass of wine balanced preciously on the arm of the couch. A blanket in his lap, with Holly pressed against his hip. Hair damp from his shower, and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he flips the page of his book.

Best of all, his glasses are sliding down his nose. He doesn’t seem to notice, charcoal eyes focused on the words printed to paper, on the world pressed between pages for him to imagine.

It’s nice to see him like this. When his shoulders aren’t bunched near his ears with tension. He’s not biting his nails. He’s not hunched over his desk, empty water cup next to his mouth while a new cup of coffee steams, calling to him.

Lightning flashes and paints the world silver and purple for a moment, breaking Yoongi’s concentration.

Yoongi looks up. His glasses cling to the end of his button nose, and he looks at you over the square, wired rim.

“Hmm?” It’s a question as you break from your spell and move to join him. Holly senses your approach and lifts his head, blinking owlishly at you. “Move for momma, Holly.”

The dog listens, shifting down the couch to let you sink into the now warm spot. Yoongi tucks you into his side, an arm wrapped around you. He smells like his eucalyptus soap and a hint of mint toothpaste. Holly curls against your hip, going back to sleep.

Yoongi radiates warmth. Leans into you. Presses a firm kiss to your brow that leaves a tingle, all while his glasses almost dangle off of his cute nose.

“Your glasses are going to fall,” you laugh softly, reaching a hand to gently push them back up the bridge of his nose. “How can you read with them that far down your nose, hmm?”

“No wonder the words were a little blurry.”

“What am I going to do with you?”

He squeezes you closer to his side. Resting your head on his shoulder, you close your eyes for a moment. It’s worthy of a picture, you and Yoongi pressed together with Holly at your side, a candle flickering in the warmth of your apartment, Yoongi relaxed, flushed and soft. The thunder is a soft roll of sound in the background of your evening.

You love Yoongi. More than words you can come up with. Words have always been his thing, even if he doesn’t say them directly. You pluck out the meanings in his songs, see the feelings between each constructed syllable and rhyme.

Yoongi also is good at being wordless. Picking up your dry cleaning when you’re running late at work, leaving a hot cup of coffee for you in the morning when he’s already gone, restocking the pantry because he noticed your favorite snack was gone.

Having him like this, dark eyes watching you and crinkling at the edges, is one of your favorite things.

“I guess I’ll keep you,” he muses, soft smiling appearing. “I like when you dote on me. Fixing my glasses, making sure my shoes are the same color, tying my ties.”

You hum in agreement. “I like when you wear your glasses.” You press a quick kiss to his lips and he sighs softly, delighted. “It just feels more like you.”

“I wear them so you can compliment me.”

“I compliment you all the time.”

“Maybe I’m greedy.”

“Glutton.”

“Only for you.” He grins, all gums and teeth before flicking the cover of your book. “What’s Iris Hollow up to these days?”

“Oh, you know. Confusion. Getting the creeps. Running from cryptids.”

“Let me know if it’s worth reading.” He settles back into his book, glasses sliding just a little down his nose again. You smile, cracking open your own book and wiggling further into his side. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You fall into silence, with nothing but the sound of the fireplace and the evening rain.

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[sailoryooons]

Hey 🌷

I would like to request a bestfriend Yoongi x OC

Genre-Angst

Inspired by the song "Off my face" By Justin Bieber....

" Your touch blurred my vision

It's your world and I'm just in it

Even sober I'm not thinkin' straight

'Cause I'm off my face, in love with you

I'm out my head, so into you

And I don't know how you do it

But I'm forever ruined by you. "

Thanks 💜

→ Pairing:  bestfriend!Yoongi x f. reader (platonic)

→ Summary:  Yoongi has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. He has followed you down every curve in the road, over every mountain, and through every river for you. But you’re his best friend, and your love was always meant for someone else.

→ Rating: SWF / no sexual content

→ Word Count: 1,172

→ Type: Drabble

→ Genre: angst, unrequited love

→ Warnings: Angst, recreational drinking, unrequited love, Yoongi is Sad Boy™️ - Yoongi and reader do not get together / end up together

→ Main Masterlist: here

→ Part of Hali’s Happy Agust writing event

→ Song Inspiration: Off My Face by Justin Bieber

→ A/N: Hi babes - I chose to do this from Yoongi's point of view, I hope that's okay. I also chose to do a lot of internal monologue, because I feel like that represents unrequited lovers well, very one-sided and a lot of confusing self-flection. I hope you enjoy :) THANK YOU @here2bbtstrash FOR BEING THE BEST BETA ON THIS. I COULD NOT DO IT WITHOUT YOU.

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios

Published: August 5, 2022

Yoongi doesn’t remember when he fell in love with you. All he knows is that he loves you. Achingly. Shamefully. At a distance.

It’s been like that for as long as he knows. Even as kids when you scraped your knees playing basketball at the park, or when you fell from the tree trying to untangle his kite, Yoongi has been there to fawn over you. To hold your hand until your mother applied the band-aid, to assure you that your arm wasn’t broken.

Yoongi was your dutiful prom date in high school. He thought perhaps that was the night he would tell you he loved you. You were going off to college together and he thought that it could be a fresh start. A way for you to learn to love one another as adults.

He had waited too long. He remembers the feeling – like a hot stone sinking to the bottom of his stomach, burning burning burning all the way down when he saw the way Kim Seokjin kissed you that night at the after party.

Burning burning burning as Yoongi had watched Seokjin help you hang the twinkling lights in your dorm room with a soft kiss and a bright smile.

Burning burning burning as Yoongi is now in the living room of Seokjin’s party, the music around him a dull blur as Yoongi sits on the questionably stained couch and watches over the rim of his plastic cup.

It would be easier if you were mean. Yoongi could hate you then. If you were mean to him or perhaps, if you had cut him out for Seokjin, Yoongi could make an excuse to take his paper heart and burn it. He wishes he could make you a villain, to take the delicate, fragile feeling for you and make it something twisted and hateful.

He can’t.

Yoongi wishes he could hate Seokjin. But your boyfriend is kind, intelligent, and unthreatened by Yoongi’s friendship with you. He’s secure in himself – secure in you – in a way that Yoongi respects. There is no way to make Seokjin his adversary, to warp him into a dark, blurred figure.

So Yoongi sits. He nurses his drink, unsure if the beer is stale or if everything tastes worse because it doesn’t taste like you. He wonders if your lips are sweet like your chapstick. He wonders what it must be like to hear you say I love you.

And god knows Yoongi has tried to date other people. Has liked a few. Seen potential in a few. But he nurses his wound every day and every night. You’ve ruined him forever.

Tonight, Yoongi has already shrugged off the hand of a cute girl. His dark eyes are only for you. You’re in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with your arms crossed over your chest, lips curling in a smirk at something that Seokjin is saying.

When you laugh, your head tilts backward and you become a vision: eyes fluttering closed, laughter spilling out of you like sunlight after rain, smile splitting his entire world in two and suspending him in a moment of pure awe.

And then it’s over. Your mirth fades and you settle, looking at Seokjin like he holds the answers to all of your questions and the inside of all of your jokes.

Then you’re coming Yoongi’s way. He sits a little straighter. Swallows his feelings. Feels the tightness in his throat increase as you smile at him, plopping down on the couch next to him. You jostle him a bit when you do, his beer sloshing dangerously in the cup.

“Eee,” you squeal, steadying his grip on the cup for a second. His fingers feel warm where yours brush his and then your touch is gone just as quickly as it was there. “Why are you sitting alone here, hmmm?”

“Just enjoying being lowkey.”

You smile and the world stops for a second. He feels himself pause like he’s entered a liminal space where sounds aren’t really sounds and the feeling of the couch beneath him is foreign. Then it’s gone when you move again, producing a Polaroid camera and snapping a picture of him.

Yoongi’s world flashes white, the electric hum of the Polaroid the soundtrack to his momentary blindness. Stars dazzle him as his vision swings back to clear. You materialize in front of him and he wonders briefly if this is how it will be at the end of time for him: a flash of white and your face, smiling.

He bites his bottom lip, trying to hide the smile. You’re grinning as you fan the picture, the image swirling to life. He leans a little into you. Smells the Dior perfume he bought you for your birthday. Falls in love just a little more.

When the photo is fully developed, he sees himself. For a moment, he panics. He sees the way his eyes crinkle up at the edges, the way his lips are curling upwards just a bit. There’s a flush on his cheeks, but perhaps you think it’s from the alcohol. He knows it’s because of you.

“I like this,” you declare, holding the picture to your heart. “Now take one of me. We must have matching photos.”

Yoongi licks his lips. His mouth feels dry, like sand left over from the beach that he can’t get rid of no matter how many times he dusts his legs off. He wedges his cup between his thighs, the crinkle of plastic cracking loudly between you as you pose: eyes closed, blowing a kiss, chin tucked toward your shoulder.

He snaps the photo and his world is painted white, but he knows he won’t need the photo of you to remember what you looked like. You looked like his best friend, his closest confidant, his safety net, his love.

And even though Yoongi wants more, even though he wants to scream it and beg for you to understand… he’s content. To just have you like this, giggling as you pluck the photo from his fingertips and begin to fan as it develops.

It’s enough to be here in your world. It’s enough to just live in it. Because Yoongi loves you enough to just be happy for you, to let you do your thing. He loves you enough that when Seokjin comes over and poses for the photo with you, Yoongi clicks the button, shutters the camera. Shutters his heart.

When you squeeze his hand thank you and jump up to get him a fresh beer, the music comes back to him. The world moves again. The spell is broken and Yoongi watches you dance off to the kitchen with Seokjin in tow.

He recognizes the Justin Bieber song in the background, a perfect ode to how he’s feeling. The words drift to him, and it stings a little but it’s okay.

‘Cause I’m off my face, in love with you… I’m out my head, so into you…

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[sailoryooons]

Hi ^__^

saw you opened requests for Suga and wanted to ask if you could write a drabble with him based on the song of Ruth. B called dandelions.

thank you for doing requests ♡

→ Pairing:  Yoongi x female reader

→ Summary:  Sometimes it feels like the world freezes, capturing a single memory that you know you’ll keep forever. Since dating Yoongi, your life is full of them. Yoongi just happens to create more core memories on a simple road trip.  

→ Word Count: 620

→ Type: Drabble / Request

→ Genre: established relationship, fluff

→ Main Masterlist: here

→ Rating:  SWF

→ Warnings: Fluff. Absolute fluff.  

→ Part of Hali’s Happy Agust writing event

→ A/N: Thank you so much for your Agust request. At first, I was like I don’t think I’ve ever heard of this song but as soon as I looked it up I was like HELLO. I know this song. It is such a good one. I really liked the idea of a very soft drabble inspired by this! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios

“What are you doing?” you ask, laughing as Yoongi carefully steers the car toward the shoulder of the road. Outside, the world is growing lighter, sunlight threatening to spill over the horizon as the sun rises. “Yoongi?”

He puts the car in park and leans forward, dark hair falling in his eyes as he looks up at the sky. He seems to consider something and nods, leaning back and absently reaching a hand over the center console to hold yours.

There is no one on the road. It’s early morning in the mountains. You woke up a little sad, wishing that your vacation would never come to an end. Even though you have to return to the real world, there is something about the stillness of the morning and the chill in the air when Yoongi rolls the window down that stops you.

A song plays on the radio in the background. Your boyfriend squeezes your hand, looking out the window, mouth slightly parted and eyes transfixed. Your brows furrow as you tug his hand, a question.

“The sun is about to rise,” he murmurs. He shuffles closer to the steering wheel, peering out the windshield. There’s the beginning of a grin on his pink lips. “Wanna watch the sunrise.”

Outside, the breeze hisses through the grass on the sides of the mountains. You smile and look out toward the east. A song plays on the radio in the background, soft like the heat of his hand in yours and the expression on his face as he waits.

You watch. Another breath of wind. A refrain on the radio.

Sunlight spills over the horizon, golden yolk spilling out of an egg. For a moment, everything stops. You don’t hear the song on the radio. The sun is burnished bronze, turning the sky cornflower and gold.

But as soon as you slide your eyes away from the stunning scenery, you see the real vision.

Bright brown eyes turned amber, smooth skin flushed with excitement, face haloed in gold. Yoongi becomes the God of the Sun, a masterpiece of painted light. He glows so fervently that for a split second, you think at any moment, he will burn bright enough to set the world on fire.

Every soft freckle on his face turns caramel. You count them across the rounds of his cheeks, each carefully crafted spec like powdered sugar. His lips are rosy and parted. The wonder on his face steals your breath away.

He is ethereal. And he is yours.

You recognize the song playing softly in the background, a melody to the symphony that is Min Yoongi watching the world unfold for him like freshly spilled paint on a canvas.

I feel okay, when I see you smile, smile Wishing on dandelions all of the time

Your heart pounds in your chest. He’s looking at the sun, but you’re looking at Yoongi. Yours. The center of your world. Your light in the dark.

At that moment your brain remembers to hold on to what you’re seeing. It builds a frame. Slides in the picture. Permanently affixes it in your mind.

The song is wrapping up in the time-frozen space of your car, the moment spun with gold.

I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

The spell over Yoongi breaks. He turns to you and grins, gummy smile all for you. He squeezes your hand and you feel your heart swell for him.

“What?” he asks, a little breathless. You love him like this: giddy with excitement, humming with activity. “The sunrise was beautiful, right?”

You squeeze his hand. “Yeah,” you agree, though you’re not talking about the same sun. “It was.”

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[sailoryooons]

Yoongi Drabble Requests - NOW CLOSED

Welcome to the request portion of Hali's Happy Agust writing event. My requests are now open for two days only. Request are strictly for Min Yoongi content (threesomes with Yoongi are permitted). You can expect requests to periodically be filled throughout the month of August.

REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED. THANK YOU FOR EVERYONE WHO SUBMIT A REQUEST FOR THIS PORTION OF MY AGUST WRITING EVENT! REQUESTS WILL BE FILLED AS I CAN THROUGHOUT AGUST. IF YOUR REQUEST IS NOT FILLED, IT MAY BE DUE TO LACK OF TIME OR BECAUSE YOU DID NOT MEET THE BELOW REQUIREMENTS.

RULES FOR REQUESTING:

→ Smut requests must be submitted off of anon and you must have your age in your bio. If you submit a request for a smutty drabble on anon or do not have your age in bio, the request will be tossed out. NON-smut requests may be submitted on anon.

→ You must submit a request between August 5 12:00 am - August 6 11:59 pm EDT - I will not accept late requests - sorry, this is just to make sure I manage my time and fit all of my Agust works!

→ You may submit a request for fluff, smut, angst, or any other genre.

→ You can expect your requests to be fulfilled within the month of August

→ I reserve the right to dismiss any request that I am uncomfortable writing

→ Request may be inspired by prompts, scenarios, scenes, photos, lyrics or any other media

→ Requests are now closed

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[sailoryooons]

Hi frens - working through Yoongi request for my Agust event today! I have about 30~ requests and I'm going in pretty random order of what I feel like I can write easily and working up to some of the requests that require a little more thought.

Please be patient with me - I will be working on these all month long. Some I may inevitably not fill for one reason or another (it's too complicated for a drabble or I have something coming up that is exactly that drabble) but I will definitely let you know and if I don't fill it, I will try to find an alternative for you :)

Thank you all for putting in so many AMAZING ideas. I love you all.

If you still want to submit something, please feel free to do so after looking at the requirements here.

#halishappyagust #haliiimede requests

[sailoryooons]

for the yoongi request!!!

basically him and reader get locked out from just anywhere of your choosing. somehow they fall into a deep talk where yoongi then proceeds to reveal he's never gotten head before... and well... whatever you want to happen make it happen ;) [leaving a lot up to you cause i know u can with your genius ass brain]

❀ Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

❀ Summary: You've been friends with Yoongi for as long as you remember. When he tells you he's never - and he means never - received oral in his life, you take it upon yourself to lend a mouth hand

❀ Word Count: 2,704

❀ Genre: pwp, friends to lovers (implied)

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content including oral (male receiving), spit and cum play, deep throating, Yoongi is a shy mess, implications to previous hookups, recreational drinking if you squint

❀ Published: August 10, 2022

❀ A/N: Lati baby, I am so glad you requested this. Your mind is elite and I expect nothing less from my wife. I’m so sorry I’m posting this after your mini-hiatus / going back to school – please take this as my apology. I completely forgot the part about being locked out somewhere when I wrote this pls forgive my idiotic brain. I love you very much and you mean the world to me – enjoy sloppy toppy for Yoons.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“What?” you demanded, almost dropping the beer in your hand. Your knees were pulled to your chest, tile roof rough under your ass as you stared at Yoongi. He hid his face in hands, neck flushed. Ears red. Cute. “I need you to say that again.”

“Please don’t make me.”

There is no way Min Yoong – beautiful, soft, with eyes like a stormy night and a smile a soft autumn morning – has never received a blow job. The thought makes your head spin and you lay backward on the roof of your childhood home, where you’re both catching up on summer break.

“We’re about to be seniors in college,” you accuse him, pressing a clammy hand to your heated forehead. “Yoongi - you fuck.”

He groans. “I know, but I don’t like asking for them to return the favorite.”

“So, you’re just out here going down on people with no reward?”

“I mean, I have sex.”

“I’m just. Wow. Never?”

Bo, your neighbor’s dog, starts barking, the only sound besides the crickets. Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek you recognize the look as mounting irritation.

“Shut up, Bo!” you holler, trying to diffuse the tension.

It doesn’t work.

Yoongi is not often irritated. He’s been your friend since high school – your what if for even longer – and you know everything about him. You know that he isolates himself when stressed, chewing his nails until they're red and you threaten him with princess band-aids. You know that sometimes when he thinks you’re not looking, he watches cat videos on his phone while you cook dinner. You know that Yoongi is selective about the people he sleeps with, preferring steady and consistent hookups to one-night stands.

So it absolutely baffles you that Min Yoongi – with his silky black hair tucked gently behind his ears, with his feline-sharp eyes, and his blush pout – has never gotten head. He is – god – he is stunning. You've always thought so. You know others do too. So how has his giving gotten in the way of receiving?

You admire him. He’s in an old flannel, a t-shirt and ripped jeans tonight. Something inside of you heats up. You lick your lips. Your throat feels dry.

Shoving thoughts of what his dick must feel like away, you focus on him. The way he won’t look at you, and the way he picks at his cuticles, his bottle of beer forgotten. His jaw jumps and he tongues the inside of his cheek again before wiping his palms on his knees.

“It was a stupid thing to admit,” he mumbles. “It’s late, I’m gonna head out.”

“Yoongi.”

He ignores the cashmere-soft way you say his name. He pushes himself off the piece of roof tucked under your bedroom window, dusting his jeans and flannel off. You call after him again, but he grabs his beer. Ducks inside of the window.

Flees.

He's embarrassed. You only hesitate for a moment before your foot is catching on the windowsill, sending you spilling onto the floor of your bedroom. Your beer is still out on the porch, humidity making it drip onto the dark tile.

“Are you okay?” he drifts back from your bedroom door. “Jesus, slow down.”

You’re a tangle of limbs and fussy apologies. You right yourself, managing to get to your knees. You blink up at him and your words pause. His brow is creased as he looks down at you. His face is still rosy from the beer and the embarrassment.

For a moment, Yoongi looks small. Not in size or stature, but shy. Tucked into himself. His fingers play with the end of his old flannel, and he’s chewing on the corner of his lip. He’s beautiful. It isn’t the first time you’ve thought it. It isn’t the last. But with you on your knees, looking up at him, everything else seems to drift away on the August breeze.

“Let me.” Your words barely carrying to him. His gaze darkens but he cocks his head to the side, unsure what you’re asking. You sink your weight onto the back of your calves, hands splayed on your thighs. “Let me show you.”

He scoffs. “That’s not funny.”

“I’m not laughing.”

“I don’t need my dick sucked out of pity.”

“I don’t pity you.”

He’s frowning, but you see a flicker on his eyes. It’s so quick that you’re not sure if you’re right. You squirm and lick your lips, looking up at him through rounded eyes and fluttering lashes. His foot slides back, a step toward the door.

“I want to,” you whisper. You don’t move an inch, terrified of chasing him away.

The words are true. Even before you became best friends in Mrs. Myers 10th grade literature class, you’d admired him from afar. He was always quiet. Not in a weird way, but in that way that Yoongi didn’t speak unless he felt like he had something to say.

When placed next to you in Mrs. Myers class, you paired together for a project on Dante’s Inferno. You’d discovered that he was a little warmer after time spent together, and he discovered you enjoyed dry humor. There were a few other things you had in common, but often, you found yourself sitting in the lunchroom with him.

Yoongi was easy. He didn’t make you question where you stood with him. You had always harbored a soft crush, but that took a backseat to friendship. It had worn away with time. He saw other people and so did you. You enjoyed things together, but never like that.

You didn’t resent the partners who stole bits of Yoongi’s time. But you did resent the fact that they never once thought about him. Never once considered that they should return the favor.

“You don’t want to,” he scoffed. But it was half-hearted and unsure, upturned at the end like a question. “Why?”

“You’re beautiful.” He flushes red and tucks his chin against his chest, letting his hair hide is face. “I’ve always wondered.”

“Wondered what?”

“What it would be like to touch you. To taste you.”

His head tilts toward the ceiling. “Fuck. You’re serious?”

“Please. Unless you don’t want me to.”

Yoongi relents. “I do...”

“Let me. Please.”

He moves toward the bed slowly, as though any sudden movement will chase you away. You crawl toward him, eyes only for him. Your stomach flips as you settle on your knees in front of him. They're a little sore from baring your weight, but you ignore it, quick breaths fanning between your lips.

Your eyes drop to his jeans. They're light wash and well-fitted. Dragging your eyes back up, you look at him. He props himself up, leaning backward with his palms spread on your bed. He looks down at you, somewhere between frightened and something... darker.

“Can I touch you?” you whisper, squirming back and forth on your knees. He nods, catching his bottom lip with his teeth.

Gently, you put your palms on his knees. He jumps a little but settles. His eyes don’t leave you as you brush your hands up and down his thighs, applying a little pressure in the tips of your fingers to massage the muscle through the thick material.

He sighs, almost inaudible. His fingers tighten in your sheets a little, spurring you further. You lift yourself between his legs, extending as high as you can on your knees as you squeeze his thighs. “Kiss me.”

“What?”

You huff. “I want to kiss you.”

Yoongi must hear how deadly serious you are. He surges forward with a new-found confidence, nearly knocking you over as he steals your mouth with his. His hands catch you, cradling your face as his fingers press bruise-hard into your jaw, desperate to keep your lips against his.

Everything is white noise. You no longer hear the chirping crickets outside of your window. You don’t hear the neighbor's dog barking anymore. It's just Yoongi and the warm taste of his honey-wheat beer. His lips are petal soft, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

You dig your nails into his thighs, drawing a deep whine from the back of his throat. It sends you into a frenzy, licking into his mouth. His tongue eagerly meets yours, hands moving to the sides of your neck, holding you in place and oh that feels good when he squeezes a little, reasserting some level of dominance.

Sucking on his tongue, you break away for a moment, a single glossy line of spit connecting your lips. Your eyes open just a bit to find him heaving, flushed, and lips red. He opens his eyes and it's like he has no irises, pupils blown out and starving.

Has this hunger inside you always been so severe?

Yes, you think as you connect your mouths eagerly once more. Always.

Brave hands drift to Yoongi’s semi-hard cock. You grip him firmly through his jeans, drawing succulent sounds from his mouth. You moan too, spurred on by the noises he makes for you. Your heart is pounding as you stroke him through the fabric, gasping between kisses turned messy with tongues and spit.

“Please,” he begs between a kiss.

You don’t hesitate. You pull the zipper of his pants. He lifts his hips for you, leaning back again on two hands. He's hard now, straining against stark briefs. Your mouth water, zeroing in on the size of him just through his boxers.

“Fuck, maybe that’s why no one returned the favor.”

“Huh?”

You realize you’ve spoken your fear aloud. You look up at him. Your face is burning and you’re so giddy with excitement laced with anxiety that you might pass out. “Um, your cock is sort of huge.”

He arches a brow. “You asked for it.” Your nails dig into his exposed thigh and he squirms. “Fuck, okay. Thanks for the compliment, I guess. Yeah, I’ve had someone tell me a time or two they didn’t want to try.”

“Fuck them,” you growl. “I’ll take care of you.”

You lean up again, hands playing with the elastic band of his briefs. Your tongue darts out to kitten-lick the dark spot forming on his briefs. He gasps, hips twitching at the contact. Your mouth continues to explore newly exposed skin. You bite his inner thighs, thicker than you remember them being. You suck marks on his hips, pulling his t-shirt up a bit to give you access to smooth skin.

“Off,” you mumble, pulling the elastic after a single kiss to his tip. “Wanna see you.”

Once again, he lifts his hips. You pull on the briefs, swiftly discarding them. Your eyes drink him in. Long and thick – your fingers definitely won’t touch when you grip him – pretty, flushed tip leaking pearly beads of precum.

Larger than you’ve had in your mouth. But you’re willing to take on the challenge for Yoongi. Anything for Yoongi.

“Fuck,” you whisper, kissing his knee absently. “You’re so fucking pretty, Yoongs.”

“Shut up.”

You smile and bat your lashes at him. You grip him at the base, skin velvety under your touch. You give a slow experimental stroke and his head falls backward, eyes shut. “I mean it,” you whisper. You gather spit in your mouth, leaning up and tilting the head of his cock toward your lips. You let the spit dribble out, dripping down his head onto the shaft. He curses. “So fucking pretty.”

Using the mixture of spit and cum, you pump your hand slowly up and down his shaft, watching with rapt attention as he reacts. He shudders under your hands, Adam’s apple bobbing, throat pink.  His eyes are closed, head tilted back, fingers white knuckling the sheets.

Tentatively, you lean down and flick your tongue under the crown of his cock. He moans loudly then, lips parting in a rush of air. He is a work of art. Soft planes, swaths of pink, silken at the edges. You take the tip in your mouth, suckling and running your tongue slowly around the head, drawing more noises out of him.

“Fuck, I am not going to last.”

You remove your mouth with a pop. You kiss the tip and grip him at the base, tracing the underside of his shaft with your tongue, greedily licking at the in there. His hips buck again. You don’t care as you lap him tip to base, taking a moment to stroke him with your hand while you lick at his balls.

“Baby,” he growls. A warning.

The new nickname softens you. You don’t want to ruin the experience by making him cum from teasing. It's about him, as much as you want to see him pant.

“Sorry,” you murmur, kissing a thigh. “I like the sounds you make.”

“Don’t be sorry. Feels good.”

You hum, pleased.

Settling, you take him into your mouth properly. You moan in the back of your throat, the salty sweet taste intoxicating. Yoongi is difficult to fit in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and flatten your tongue, slowly bobbing your head, taking more in the warmth of your mouth each time you descend.

What you can’t fit in your mouth, you make up for in a steady grip with your hand, pumping and twisting. Yoongi is immediately affected, whining and cursing softly. He can’t stop squirming, a hand shooting to the back of your head, fingers pressing desperately to your skull. He doesn’t force you, just grips, hanging onto you for year life.

“Fuck,” he curses again, voice rumbling in his chest. “So fucking good, please don’t stop.”

You wouldn’t dream of stopping.

You're messy, sucking him with vigor. Drool leaks out the side of your mouth, dripping down his hard shaft. You alternate from bobbing your head up and down, sucking generously. You come up to release him with a pop, licking hungrily around the tip and down his cock to catch a breath.

Yoongi gets more and more worked up. His fingers press against your scalp and he’s rambling. You want to see him fall apart. He deserves it. Sweet Yoongi who has always done his part with his partners. Caring Yoongi who held your hand when you suffered breakups.

Taking a breath through your nose and digging your nails into his thigh, you take him all the way into your throat, swallowing around him. Your eyes smart as you choke for a second. He makes a panicked noise, but you pin him down, claws to thigh, breathing through your nose as you let up a little, coming up to pop.

Drool dribbles down your chin with a mix of cum. You stroke him quicker, looking up at him as you blink tears out of your eyes. He's so fucked out you can’t help but rub your thighs together. Yoongi is beautiful and blushing and messy.

Your Yoongi.

“I can handle it,” you promise, tongue experimentally flicking his slit. “Don’t worry. Let me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhmm.”

Yoongi watches you, hypnotized as you do it again, deep throating him in one motion. The choked noises are delicious, accompanied with the soft bass of Yoongi’s deep moans and the staccato of his breathing.

His cock twitches in your mouth. Your hand ventures from his base to his balls, fondling gently, reverently.

“I’m gonna-”

Yoongi chokes himself as he falls backward on the bed. You feel him go taught like a bowstring, coming up just slightly as he cums down your throat. His noises are light and gasping, stroking your ego as you suck him through his orgasm.

His thighs are twitching and the hand in your hair goes slack. Yoongi turns boneless as you swallow the saltiness of him, lifting your mouth. Spit and cum gloss over your chin and lips, a sinful sheen. He is panting, his hand shooting to your hair again, grabbing onto you and pulling you up from sore knees.

“Come here,” he growls.

You're pulled on top of him, knocking limbs and numb knees. He crashes your mouth to his, licking at you, devouring your lips, tongue, and the slick between. His hands squeeze your hips, his nose brushes yours.

“That felt so fucking good,” he growls. “Now let me.”

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