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strawberryjmilk · 9 months

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repeat ♡ min yoongi [repeat, repeat, repeat]

a small compilation of moments between autistic!reader + yoongi happy disability pride month <3

please do not use this as a way to self-diagnose. having one thing in common does not necessarily mean you are autistic. im not a therapist or doctor, if you think you’re on the spectrum, talk to them. <3

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picky eating ♡

yoongi made a habit for himself. every time he heard of something new — a restaurant, cafe, bakery, whatever — he sent you the menu immediately. one too many times you’d arrived to a new place only to not eat ; or you would verbally shut down, too overwhelmed with the new area and different options.

he’d seen as a comfort food no longer tasted or felt the same ; saw the discomfort and confusion on your face as something so nice turned bitter.

“baby,” his voice calls through your phone's speaker. you smile at the sound, applying a sensory friendly lip balm as he speaks. “check out the link i jus’ sent you. or we could do your favorite for dinner. you choose.”

you hum, scrolling through the new menu you were sent. your eyes light up at the description of one of the choices. it sounded good ; sounded like something you’d actually eat. “the new place sounds good. are we eating there or…?”

“wanna take it home?” a crinkle hits his line as he adjusts the phone. “can pick it up on the way there.”

you bite your lip, “are you sure? i can— i’ll get ready if you want to go out.”

“nah,” he breathes out a laugh, “we’ll eat at home. see you soon, baby.”

parallel play ♡

yoongi did not like people being in his studio. it was his safe space ; his work area where he didn’t like to be interrupted.

you broke this rule sometimes.

he allowed it — liking how quiet and to yourself you’d be. other times, though, you’d let him be and wait until he got home to hang out.

a puzzle was on the floor as you sort through the pieces, mind blank and searching for the last pink colored piece. yoongi glanced at you from where he sat, headphones wrapped around his neck. he smiles softly, nudging your knee with the tip of his shoe. “alright?”

“m’good,” you respond. you don’t even blink ; don’t look up at him to smile as you move onto a different color. your fingers twitch, hesitating to pick up a puzzle piece. “want me to leave?”

“nah,” yoongi sags back into his chair comfortably. “you’re jus’ fine right here, angel.”

stimming ♡

you need to move. your emotions have built up — and built up and built up and built up — and now you were on the verge of wiggling until everything came loose. taking a deep breath, you pick at your nails once more.

it does nothing.

none of your usual, hidden stims are good enough anymore. you’ve bottled it up so much for so long that you need something harsh ; something destructive and big to help you release.

yoongi frowns as you scrunch your fingers together tightly, so hard it looks painful. “baby? everything okay?”

you let out another breath, eyes pinned to the wall in front of you. “need to… scream.”

it was a code word — i need to stim. yoongi frowns, adjusting his body so that his head and torso are facing you fully. “okay. go ahead. you know i don’t mind.”

“it’s—�� you let out a whine. your eyes scrunch closed — so hard you see stars and dots — before you snap them back open. your mouth curves into a frown, voice softening into a whisper. “it’s embarrassing.”

“embarrassing?” yoongi’s frown deepens as he laces his fingers with your own. you hesitate, but give his hand a small squeeze. “angel, this is something you need to do. something that helps you self-regulate and feel better.” he pauses, eyes dancing across your face as your agitated expression holds. “want me to look away?”

you squeeze his fingers once more before shaking your head. another breath — you close your eyes again. and then you’re slowly rocking back and forth in your seat, quickening the pace as you need to.

yoongi stays silent, only rubbing his thumb across your knuckles when you slow down. eventually, your eyes peel open and your shoulders are less tense ; a smile easier to hold. he kisses the back of your hand, “better?”

“much. thank you.

“nothin’ to thank,” another kiss to your hand. “jus’ glad you feel safe with me.”

disordered sleeping ♡

another yawn leaves your lips. you blink, shaking your head to wake yourself up a little more. yoongi glances at you, frowning in concern. he tilts his head, "sleepy, angel?"

"bad night," you answer instead. he leans up, getting in your view as his frown deepens. "bad dreams and woke up... a lot."

"m'sorry," he rubs your back, "anything i can do to help?"

you hum, moving your body with the motion of his hand. rubbing your eyes — yoongi pulls your hand away gently — you shrug. "feels like i've tried everything and nothing helps."

yoongi nods, a pout on his mouth. the room goes still, silent as he continues to rub your back. "we can try something new, if you want? look up remedies 'nd stuff and see what you think."

"okay," you sag against his body, "won't hurt to try, i guess."

"okay." yoongi grins and scrolls on his phone, looking for things to help you sleep. he says them outloud, pausing when you hum in interest. you've got a small list of things to try, home remedies and medical ones. yoongi kisses the side of your head, "nap if you want, angel. i'll wake you in a bit."

auditory processing disorder ♡

sometimes, words didn't sound right to you. the sentences didn't make sense ; the way things were phrased or pronounced were hard to understand. yoongi was patient with this — didn't get annoyed when you asked him to repeat things.

you're reading when yoongi calls out, "get your phone, please."

how would that make sense when you're on your phone? your eyebrows furrow as you pause running through his sentence and trying to make it make sense.

yoongi pops his head out from his room, "thanks for folding these."

your mouth falls into an oh expression. "you're welcome."

the side of his mouth tilts up, as he stills, watching you curiously. "what did you think i said?"

"something about my phone." you move the device, wiggling it in the air. "didn't get how that made sense."

yoongi lets out a laugh, nodding to himself. "no wonder you didn't answer me at first."

——♡—— slowly trying to write for kpop again <3 doing my best!! i wrote a detroit become human one here if you'd like to read it! <3 strawberryjmilk © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know.

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emerald-notes · 2 years

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Parallel

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader x Yoongi Warning: It’s extremely angsty, toxic relationship (bit problematic too), physical and emotional abuse, drinking, manipulative behavior?

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I look at him in disbelief. “Is it really the Jungkook I fell in love with?” I ask myself.

My cheek hurts from the slap that Jungkook’s hand had just landed on my face. Tears are forming in my eyes. I can’t see him properly through my blurry vision.

Instead who came to my mind was my ex, Yoongi. He was wasted that night. I should have understood and kept quiet. Instead I let my emotions take control of me and shouted at him, causing him to break the empty wine bottle right beside me. Pieces of glass flew to my face. I wasn’t badly hurt. But I was scarred inside. A scar, I knew, would never heal.

I remain silent. I wish I had done that before Jungkook’s anger rose to the point of hitting me.

Jungkook seems to have come back to his senses. He steps toward me, “y/n,” he whispers. I step back. Jungkook’s voice cracks up as he speak, “Are you going to leave now that I’ve done that to you?”

Yoongi, too, had come to me once he was sober. That day, I saw him crying for the first time. He had begged me to stay. He told me, “I’m not what you think I am.”

I answer to Jungkook the same reply I had given Yoongi that day.

“I can’t love someone I’m afraid of.”

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My Masterlist

Note: I don’t know why I keep thinking about such violent scenarios. Personally, I don’t think Jungkook and Yoongi could do such an act. But I had to imagine someone before I make a scene on my mind. Them being my biases, automatically came to my mind first. Forgive me, lord. Forgive me, Jungkook and Yoongi.

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ki-yomii · 14 days

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helloo! could you recommend your favorite jungkook and yoongi fics? thank you and have a lovely day ♡

hey there~ 💛

... tbh i haven’t read too many fics for my boys lately 🙈

i've been trying to work through the books sitting on my shelf collecting dust + i got sucked back into fallout now that the show is out lol.

but i do have some all-time favorites!!

please mind the warnings/tags - you're responsible for your own reading consumption. that said, all of these fics are 🔞

i hope you have a great day nonnie and if you have any recs send them my way 🥰!

JUNG KOOK FICS

the crimson shell series by @angelicyoongie

mermaid aus are my lifeblood istg. and this is one of the best one's i've ever read!! it's dark, it's creepy, it's foreboding - and tantalizing. everything i love about mermaid/siren aus crammed into one series.

you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

make you mine two-shot by @colormepurplex2

i'm a sucker for abo, and as such, have read a looot of it over the years. its a genre that's very easy to descend into wtf-how-are-they-still-alive-after-THAT territory but this fic does it very well in a way i haven't seen too often. i loved the world-building and set up.

Alphas might rule the world, but Jungkook finds himself being ruled by the need to make you his. Omegas are rare, precious, and pliant. At least, most are. When you present late, well into your twenties, you're already set in your headstrong ways; a challenge even for a commanding alpha like Jungkook. Add to that the centuries-long feud between your families and the last thing anyone expected was for him to claim you as his soulmate.

a sea of indigo series by @foxymoxynoona this was the first BTS fic i ever read... and is a big reason as to why i got into the fandom in the first place. i had no clue who they were before then. i'd heard of them + listened to agust d without knowing it was yoongi 💀 but this fic made me check out BTS RUN and now here we are 🤪

Pitbull Hybrid Jungkook has finally been freed from the fighting rings, and now finds himself at Marigold Sanctuary & Transition Estate, a place for healing and self-discovery for rescued hybrids. It's stupid, dumb, cheesy, and hell-bent on helping Jungkook "heal" and "find himself" and "decide the course of his life." And right at the center of it is Y/N, a nurse who's got everyone bamboozled that she's like some awesome person. She's not that great. Jungkook hates it here.

YOONGI FICS

witch oneshot by @sailoryooons

this is easily one of my top 3 yoongi fics. the world building, the tension, the relationship between yoongi and reader. it ticks all my boxes and vividly paints a picture of this universe. i adore the concept, and love the way this fic is brought to life through sailoryooons storytelling.

For years, you and Yoongi have played cat and mouse. It’s his duty to rid the world of witches, but he always finds a new excuse to let you slip through his fingers. When you find yourself at his mercy, you wonder if the great witch hunter will finally end your game of chase, or if there’s something that will stay his hand.

desolate series by @angelicyoongie

one of the first hybrid fics i've read for bts 😭 i love my lil meow meow and the set-up for this fic is amazing. it takes a fresh direction with the hybrid trope and builds a relationship that feels organic and progresses very naturally💛

you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

ps. i woof you oneshot by @gimmesumsuga

this one is just so so cute and asjhdjsghfjs!! i adored remi and thought about having yoongi and holly as neighbors for days after reading this lol.

The one with a happy accident of the furry, four-legged kind - “Are you calling my dog a slut?!”

first and last and always oneshot by @floralseokjin

i'm not one for holiday fics/aus usually but there's something about this one that i absolutely adored. it felt very realistic and drew me into the relationship within the first few paragraphs. the angst is so well done and heartfelt, it made me cry lol.

You and Yoongi broke up two months ago. It was mutual, you’re positive, but there’s one teeny tiny issue... You never told your parents, and now they’ve invited you back home for Christmas. Both of you. You can’t say no, but you also can’t bear to go alone, so you do the only thing you can think of, plead with Yoongi to come with you and pretend like everything’s okay...

go send these authors some love!!

#asks #get recc’d 📚#fic recs #jungkook x reader #yoongi x reader

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borahaerhy · 1 year

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Regime (Teaser) | myg

Pairing: Ringleader!Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everything is dull. Your job, your hobbies, your downtime: everything is just dull. That is, until your workplace is raided by the anti-capitalist organization run by the notorious Agust D.

Series Warnings: anti-capitalism! mental illness, some gang violence, unaliving, smut, hella angst, drug/alcohol usage, very fowl language

Teaser Warnings: READER IS A BADASS, y/n uses all the self-defense, quite literally bites a chunk out of someone's hand, everyone has a gun, there are a few hostages, Yoongi kicks someone in the face, y/n very casually holds a gun to someone's head, refrences to y/n's childhood being... interesting (relatives' drug usage breifly mentioned)

Wordcount: 689

Note: I have no idea where this is gonna go, might just leave it at this, might make it a oneshot, might fuck around and make it a series I have no idea, lmk your thoughts though :)))

It was odd.

The parking lot of your job being completely empty had only happened on one other occasion that you could recall; and that was because it was Easter, and everyone had gone home early.

But today was different. It wasn’t a holiday, and there should have been plenty of work to get done; yet there was no one. Not a single car in the parking lot. As you drove past, you turned your attention to the side of the building, where the security parked. You pulled into the space beside the empty car of one of your coworkers, Nick.

But it’s ten minutes until shift change; first shift should still be here. Did Nick let them leave early for some reason? Aside from yours and Nick's, there was only one other car in the entire lot. A black SUV parked haphazardly beside Nick's car; and it was still running.

While all of this might scream “danger” to others that would have seen it, to you, while it was weird, that's all it was: weird. It’s a relatively small company; one where there were so few employees that they were all friends. Everyone knew everyone and they often all liked to fuck with one another, maybe this was just some kind of prank.

While the company was small, it was also one that had no problem fucking over it’s employees when it comes to their paychecks; even whenever the company execs wanted to come in and check the place out, they certainly never would’ve listened to any complaints about pay.

You cautiously walked up to the door and punched in the pin before you opened the door and stepped in. As you closed the door behind you, you realized that you walked into something you definitely wished you hadn’t.

Tied up in the middle of the floor was the supervisor for the building, Kevin, and the guy supposed to work your shift with you, Nick. They were completely surrounded by men in black, all with guns pointed at their heads. Kevin looked like he just got into a fight and lost; blood covering his face and his nose was crooked, while Nick had a swollen lip. In front of them there was just one man, but as soon as your eyes had adjusted to the dark building, all of them were looking at you.

Seconds after you walked in, your arms were pinned behind your back and a hand covered your mouth. “Just make sure she doesn’t go anywhere for a second, I have to deal with this asshole before I talk to her,”

While as a security officer, you hadn’t been trained in any kind of combat, you did grow up with uncles. A lot of them, and they would all get varying levels of high and various substances and decide that you needed to know how to defend yourself.

So while the man that spoke, the one standing in front of Nick and Kevin, kicks Nick in the chin - no doubt knocking out a few of his teeth - you stamped down on the foot of the man behind you and bit a chunk of flesh from his hand clean off. He screamed, letting go of you so you could turn around and knee him in the groin as one of your hands took the gun out of his side holster and held it to his head.

You stood beside him, facing the group of people with one hand holding the gun to his head while the other was up, level with your head to show you weren't armed more than what they could see. You spit out the chunk of flesh that you still had in your mouth, mostly for dramatic effect, and slowly moved your free hand down to wipe the blood from your lips.

Everyone was staring at you, even the boss was staring at you with a kind of intensity that would’ve been hard for anyone to withstand. “You can finish whatever you were doing, I’m not going anywhere, I just don’t really like people touching me,”

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casnextdoor · 1 year

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A/N— soooo i know and they were roommates is unfinished but ive got crippling adhd so im gonna post one of my good ole nameless smutty oneshots. pls keep in my mind, the entire time i was righting this, i imagined cha eunwoo….

Warnings— Smut. like the most ive ever written for public consumption, jealousy, name calling, reader is sus asf, itty bit of angst, not beta-ed, this is a couple months old, minors DNI

Word Count— 2.5k

Song recommendation— OHMAMI by Chase Atlantic; Burn it by Agust D; Jealou$y by The Neighbourhood; Okay by Chase Atlantic;

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The rain beat down on the hood and windshield of the bass-laden car. You could barely hear your thought over the revving of the — frankly annoying — sports car you’d angrily nestled yourself into five minutes prior.

His hand gripped the wheel like it was his lifeline and his jaw was clenched into a tight square. In a different situation, your hands would be roaming with how, for lack of better words, hot he looked. But tonight wouldn’t be one of those nights.

Not when he’d caused such a big scene at a party he’d dragged you to. You’d been perfectly content, wrapped in your Hogwarts fuzzy blanket on the couch, watching reruns of The Office.

It’d been him showing up to your house clad in cracked leather and tight fitting jeans that had you jumping into the first clubbing dress you could find in your mess of a closet and plopping happily into the passenger seat of his car.

Neither of you, however, foresaw the amount of alcohol you’d drink or the way you sought comfort from the first pair of arms that’d wrapped themselves around you. In hindsight, you really did fuck up, but his reaction wasn’t nearly as necessary as he thought it to be. He’d angrily bulldozed his way through the crowd to get to you, snatching your arm into an aggressive hold and seething equally as raged into your ear.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” It was harsh and bitter coming from a mouth that only ever whispers sweet nothings to you in such close proximity. Probably coaxing you off the edge while you were wrapped so delicately in his sheets.

“Having fun. Could you loosen your fucking grip, dude?” His eyes widened and rage was more present than ever.

“Fun? You call this… this slutty behavior, fun? Get a fucking grip. We’re leaving.” And then he was dragging you out of the superficially large home and gently shoving you in the direction of the car.

All of this, leading to the present moment, both of you silently heated on your respective ends of the car. The silence on his end was what was making you upset the most and it didn’t take long for you to make a passive aggressive statement as a silent ploy to get him to say something.

“What a fucking joke.” It was all you could muster when you could quite literally feel the heat emanating off of him. It was uniquely you, though. You’d credit that to the wits of your mother.

He intakes a sharp breath and tightens his hands even tighter around the wheel. With the open silence you’d figured he’d ignore the quip and had another half-assed quip on the tip of your tongue when the car suddenly swerved off the road to the right and jerked to a hard stop.

He turned to you and his anger was more visible now. His face was a dark shade of red and his lips were pulled up into a snarl over his straight, gleaming teeth. All of it brought to a sinister package tied off with a scary bow by his dark eyebrows, furrowed under the fringe of his hair that’d slowly started to grow in wavy strands and now covered the majority of his eyes— which were squinted mockingly.

“‘A fucking joke’? That's all you have to say about the shit you pulled tonight? You want a fucking reaction? You got one.” And in an instant, his long, slender fingers are wrapped around the base of your neck all the way around to the nape. He jerked you forward until you were nose to nose and you could feel the harsh breath blow against the top of your lip. He smelled of liquor and his normal warm, earthy, wood smell that’d you grown to love so much.

You weren’t the only one intune with your lover. He could feel the subtle hitch in your breath and the way your pulse thrummed aggressively under his fingers. He watches as your eyes flutter close before blinking open and meeting his gaze head on. Your eyes were soft and you slowly went slack in his hold. He’s gotten you right where he wants you and his lips curl up into a cheshire grin at the thought.

His lips skimmed over yours as he spoke his next words.

“You belong to me. You want to go flaunting what you have between your legs like some bitch in heat, but you’re mine,” He watched as your eyes closed again and you let out the softest whimper he’d ever heard from you.

“Do you understand me?” He squeezes again and watches the way your eyelids flutter when your eyes roll back. When he doesn’t receive a response, he playfully nips at your bottom lip, licking his tongue across the bite apologetically when you moan.

“I said, do you understand me?” You hum in agreement and jerk forward a bit in his grasp, chasing after his lips.

Unfortunately for you, that wasn’t the response he was looking for, and just when you were sinking into the feeling of completely drowning in him, he pulled away completely, and you feel the rumbling of the car purring to life, once again.

“I guess you forgot how to use your words.” His condescending draw sends shockwaves through your body, bringing you back to the present moment while simultaneously making you aware of the way you kept throwing yourself at him like you weren’t just purposefully trying to piss him off fifteen minutes prior. But the steady heartbeat between your legs and the aching need to hand yourself over to him and let him do as he pleases with you was too much for even someone as prideful as you to bare.

So before he shifts the gear stick, you grasp his wrist in a solid grip and you mumble exactly what he wanted to hear. “I understand…” He smirks, turns the key in the ignition before snatching it out and sending you a sideways glance.

He reached his hand on the side of his seat and watched as your face morphed from confusion to pure desire as he reclined his seat and lowered it.

“I didn’t hear you, pretty girl. Wanna repeat that for me?” He moved his hand from under yours and used the leverage of your lowered guard to manhandle you across the center console and into his lap.

You stable yourself with your hands on his chest, but your focus was completely on the way his mouth twisted and curved with every word he spoke.

“I understand.” He prides himself in the fucked out look on your face and he hadn’t so much as glanced at the pussy he’s so rightfully claimed as his.

“Good girl. Always so good for me, yeah? With the exception of tonight of course,” He laces his fingers in between yours and lands them gently in his lap as he regards you with a fake look of thoughtfulness. He pulls a faux look of sudden genius before he plasters on the fakest sweet smile he had in him. “I think you owe me an apology, beautiful.”

You nod dumbly at him, waiting for him to give his first command of the night. In the state you were in, you’d be willing to jump if he asked the only question you’d pose is ‘how high’.

“How about…” He dramatically taps his finger on his chin thoughtfully before pinning you with a dangerous look. “… you take those pretty little panties off and show me what’s mine?” You were quick to follow his command, reaching under your dress and fumble with your underwear until you awkwardly got them down your leg and threw them into the passenger seat, where you were sure you were going to lose them.

He hummed in approval before cooly delivering his next command. “Now lay back on my chest. I want you to watch while I show you why no other man could please you the way I do.” And it was like second nature the way you settled into his lap, back lying comfortably against his chest. You both watched with bated breaths as you spread your legs and he couldn’t help but groan at the sound of the strands of slick formed and snapped the wider your legs got.

“Now do me a favor, baby. Don’t take your eyes off my hands, okay? Can you do that for me?” You hum out an agreement and are quickly met with a sharp slap to your pussy. “Use your words, sweetheart.” He mutters, sinisterly, into your ear. His tongue peaked out and swiped over your earlobe before he continued to pepper kisses all over the back of your neck and the parts of your shoulder the dress exposed. One of his hands stroked the inside of your thigh, just out of reach from where you wanted him, while the other languidly rubbed circles into the skin of your stomach right under your hiked up dress.

You gasp at the sharp pain of the slap— it immediately turned into a moan as he rewarded you with an apologetic rub to your neglected clit.

“I can do it.” You mumble out, lips trembling a little. He was quick to catch that and the way your eyes watered as well.

“Look at you, baby. Already crying and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He chuckled darkly and you had half a mind to wonder if this was affecting him as much as it was you, if it were for the twitch of his cock and the jerking of his hips right under your ass.

He circled his thumb on your clit in slow circles, staring intently at your face. He cursed under his breath at the way your head dropped back on his shoulder and let out a moan he could feel resonating through his whole body.

“Look at that, baby. Look at the mess you're making.” You lift your head to see the mess you’d created on the crotch of his jeans and leather seat of the car. He hadn’t even breeched your weeping pussy but that didn’t stop you from dripping a puddle underneath you.

You groan and raise your hand over your eyes in embarrassment, much to his dismay and his quick to let you know.

“No, No, honey. Put your hands down. Let me see that pretty little face.” Any other time you’d probably aim to wipe the stupid — but handsome — grim off of his face, but the way his hands roamed and his deep chuckle resonated through your whole body like ground rumbling thunder had you burrowing yourself further into his embrace. You dropped your hands from your face and craned your neck to get a good look at his face.

The guy was handsome on a good day and absolutely, panty droppingly sexy on a bad one. You lucked out with this one. You were easily reminded when the hand that was on your stomach slid seductively up your chest, past your neck and gripped your chin.

He softly jerked your head in the direction of the steering wheel. He tsked at you teasingly and bestowed a strategically placed kiss on the back of your neck. “Pay attention, baby. Don’t disobey now.” You could hear the sheer glee in his voice.

His thumb continued its ministrations, only speeding up when you jerked your hips in search of more. He wasn’t going to give you much more of anything until you asked, but he couldn’t really torture you the way he should. Not when you moaned and mewled so prettily the way you were. And it was all just for him.

He watched as you squirmed and arched and he knew just what you needed. He watched your face screw up in utter euphoria as you gasped, begging for more. Your voice was pitched up and you were practically whining but it was music to his ears. The way he could break you down to nothing and build you back up again, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“What is it that you want, honey? Tell me. I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.” He slowed his thumb down and listened in utter amusement as you groaned in protest.

“Don’t… don’t stop. Keep going.” Your words were slurring together and your tongue was heavy in your mouth. Your chest was heaving and there wasn’t a single thought in your brain.

“Tell me what you need.” His words were clipped like he was angry but you could feel the weight of his fingers continuing to grip your chin and the grip grew tighter the longer the silence stretched.

You groaned in frustration as his thumb slowed completely to a stop. “I want you. Your fingers. Your cock I want it all. Please.” You begged and wiggled your ass over his dick as a last ditch attempt to convince him.

It didn’t do much but amuse him and harden his cock until it was straining against his jeans. He was composed otherwise and if it weren’t for your fucked out state, you’d be working harder to change that. But you were desperate. Sweat had started to accumulate on your forehead and your legs were beginning to cramp. It was insane the way he could turn you into a shell of yourself in mere minutes.

“Then be still, pretty.” And as if he controlled your every move, you stopped. And his grin was shit eating.

“Good girl.” And just like they’d never left, his fingers were exactly where you needed them. He circled your entrance teasingly before plunging knuckle deep.

His fingers were languid and lazy in their stroke and thumb brushed leisurely against your clit. You gasped for air and easily accommodated the intrusion.

He listened blissfully as you whimpered and groaned quietly. It would be too much like him to continue like this until you clumsily stumbled over the edge. Tonight, however, you would have to work for it.

You preened and arched your back when he quickened his pace. “Feel good, honey?” He muttered sardonically into your ear. But you answered anyway, moaning out a loud yes.

He kept his pace, allowing the palm of his hand to slam against your clit and it wasn’t long before the telltale signs of your approaching release became more and more apparent.

You gripped his wrist and whispered continuously for him to ‘Keep going’ and ‘Don’t stop’. You sounded so pretty and he felt a little bad when he did what he did next.

“You close, baby?” He asked, faux interest dripping from his words like venom. You hummed and responded, too lost in the feeling he induced.

Then, it was all gone. His hand, the feeling of his breath on the nape of your neck, the trance inducing words. All of it. He’d completely withdrawn from you all together.

“Guess you’ll have to wait.” He said, false concern lapping away at his words. “Don’t want to ruin your fun.” He deposited you gently back into your seat and ignored the tears welling up in your eyes.

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secfir · 2 years

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Melophile | Part I

➵ pairing: min yoongi x reader

➵ genre: AU! enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, slow-ish burn

i’ll be home | jjk

PAIRING jungkook x reader (minor namjoon x reader)

GENRE fluff. smut. angst. fantasy!au. f2l.

the bodyguard | ksj

pairing: bodyguard!jin x reader genre: smut, fluff

The Lord Taketh Away (M)

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader Genre: Angst, horror, smut

Recs | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | yandere | min yoongi fic rec list - 2 - 3

Recs w nav & tropes

bounty (m) | myg

pairing ; gang leader!yoongi x thug!reader, angst (minor), enemies to ???

Best Served Cold | Yoongi

pairing: Yoongi x afab!reader

au: mafia!au, arranged marriage!au

Haegeum

Pairing: Agust D x fem!Reader x Min Yoongi

Under The Willow Tree | MYG

Pairing: Bad Boy!Min Yoongi x (F)!Reader Rating//Genre: Small Town AU, S2F2L

stay (m) || myg

genre : angst, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers.

Highway to You

hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, mafia!au

FIRE ON FIRE , min yoongi

gangster ! min yoongi x fem ! reader

Menace (m.yg)

PAIRING― gangster!yoongi x afab reader

bring it back | masterlist

⇢a collection of oneshots set in different time periods and au’s

Till Death Do Us Part | MYG

Hitman Yoongi x Kidnapped f.Reader ⤜ Mafia/Arranged Marriage AU ⤜ Enemies/Lovers

KILL MIN ⇀ MYG

↠ Genre ‣ thriller, assassination gang!au

Regime (Teaser) | myg

Pairing: Ringleader!Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Silent Grace | myg

✎ au/genre: Mafia!Au , angsty , smut, Violence

Composition of the Century

musical aus

moonlight sonata | myg

pairing : pianist!yoongi x fem!reader rating/genre : m (18+) // angst, smut, fluff, enemies to lovers

Dealer - myg

Pairing: DrugDealer!Yoongi x Female!Reader Genre: Mafia/drug kingpin au, Y/N coming from nothing, found family

HATE 7: BUTTER (M) I MYG

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

Belong (Series Masterlist) | MYG

Genre/Tags: exes-to-lovers-to-exes-to-lovers; actress!OC x basketball coach!Yoongi

like crazy mini series:

summary: the story of seven loves across eight lives.

to love a monster collab

Wicked As They Come | myg

⟶ pairing: vampire!yoongi x reporter! f reader ⟶ genres/aus: supernatural au, vampire au, fake dating au, ceo au, romance, smut

Internal Conflicts | KSJ | Masterlist

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, step brother

Illicit Favors | MYG | Announcement

Genre: Fluff, tiny angst, smut, non idol au. Friends to Lovers.

SHADES OF ME

Pairing: Patient!yoongi × doctor!y/n criminal yoongi.

i don’t care - min yoongi - one shot

genre : fantasy, smut, enemies to lovers, slight dom + sub thing

we belong together | teaser

genre: min twins au | angst and smut

Love Bites | JJK | ONESHOT

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, idol au, hybrid au

The feeling’s slow to fade

Genre: Enemies to lovers, horror with a touch of fantasy, smut, fluff, angst.

"Set me Free"(Preview)

Vampire Yoongi x Reader, angst, supernatural/fantasy themes, violence

chase series teaser

genre/characters: underground rapper au, rivals to ?, enemies to ?

enchanted

genre: soulmate au, fantasy au, dragon au, pairing: Dragon King Yoongi x Human MC

Kingdom Come

yoongi x reader!AU, fluff, angst

matilda | myg

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader| brother’s best friend au, f2e2f2l, slice of life, angst, fluff, eventual smut

All Talk

pairing: Yoongi x f reader, Smut: male dom, mild spanking, gagging. the teeny tiniest dash of fluff

candles & flames | jjk (m) | masterlist

➳ genre: enemies to lovers, royal!au; angst, fluff, smut, fuckboy!JK, royal!jk

Maybe I’m a little Dangerous (Maybe Love is Too)

Tags: Torture, Gore, Mafia! Yoongi, killer! Yoongi hurt/comfort, fluff, insecure! reader, self-hate, soulmate AU, fluff, coffee shop au

Remedy

pairing: yoongi x reader genre: angst

Fire & Desire

pairing: seokjin x reader genre: smut, fuckboy!jin, dom!Jin

Box Of Chocolates | JHS

↳ Hoseok x f.Reader ⤜ Hometown AU ⤜ Exes/Lovers

Poison | myg [m]

dom!yoongi

Away From You | index

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yoongi x reader ⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, angst, smut, divorce!au

The dealer : MYG

Pairing : drug dealer yoongi x good girl reader

They, who belonged to The Sea

Masterlist - Fractured

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, platonic OT7 x Reader Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff, (future) smut

Yes, Sir

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Enemies to Lovers AU, smut, fluff Warnings: dom!Yoongi, sub!Reader

the crimson shell

— pairing: jungkook x f!reader — genre: mermaid au, yandere au

Moonstruck | Yandere KNJ x Reader

Pairing: Yandere Mafia Boss Namjoon x Florist/daughter of a hitman reader

Mine | One Shot | myg (m)

❀ Pairing: Yoongi x Succubus F. Reader ❀ Genre: Smut, Horror, Thriller

Break | ksj (m)

❀ Pairing: Witch!Seokjin x cursed!reader ❀ Genre: Supernatural, smut, angst

Predator Universe Masterlist (Vampire AU)

SET ME FREE x MIN YOONGI

[MAFIA AU], Smut, mentions of blood, death, robbery, killing, guns, torturing, fire, porn

1. Asterism || KSJ

Genre: best friend's older brother!au, angst smut fluff trifecta Pairing: Seokjin x female reader

Clockwork Heart

Pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader Genre: fluff, fluff and light angst, chaebol, enemies to friends to lovers, arranged marriage

nephoria | min yoongi [masterlist]

pairing/s: vampire ceo!yoongi x reader (slight oc for the plot) .

warnings: cyberpun

Percussions | MYG

Genre: Mafia!AU; Assassin!AU; angst

care for you masterlist

⟶ SUMMARY : Tales of a grumpy doctor and the sunshine of his life, you.

drabble: “royally forbidden”

princess!reader x knight!yoongi

schemin’ | myg (m) MASTERLIST

pairing:yoongi x fem!reader (producer!yoongi, ceo!yoongi, agust d persona, rapper!reader)

christmas warfare | ksj

❆ exes to lovers | smut | fluff | humor | a small amount of angst (cuz it's exes, soooo)

elites: masterpost

Pairing: BTS x OCs (1 story per member; Member x OC) Genre: Dark romance, high school au (legal ages)

↳ HOPE WORLD [ON-HOLD] jhs

enemies to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

sucker (m.) | pjm

❥𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut, angst, vampire au, horror au (?), vampire!jimin x human!reader, supernatural au

𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 🔞

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, Angst, enemies to lovers, blood and injury, captivity

WHEN I'M WITH YOU

SEOKJIN X READER, ALIEN AU, M/F, RATED M

Gods of the Dark | myg (m)

❀ Pairing: Dark god!Yoongi x f. human!reader ❀ Genre: Fantasy, angst, strangers to lovers, smut

In the wake of your leave

Pairing: Jimin x reader Genre: Unrequited love; brothers’ best friend; slow burn; mafia au; angst

Until Death (M) myg

Genre: Green Bone Saga!AU || Organized Crime / Forbidden Romance / Suspense + Action

Flowers of Fate

▻ Flowers of Fate ↳ UnseeliePrince!Yoongi x Human!f.Reader

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anonymousrequests · 9 months

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Have a seal lol

Rules for requests below

This is for my “BTS vore oneshots” series on Ao3

General stuff:

- Make your requests as specific as you like! That gives me inspiration, and it helps me make sure I’m giving you what you want. You can include who you want to see, who takes what role, whose perspective you want to see it from, a specific scenario, a specific exchange, a certain reaction you want someone to have- if it matters to you, I want to know it

- Also let me know anything you specifically DON’T want to see

- I reserve the right to deny any request

What I’ll write:

- Soft, safe, nonsexual vore only. This includes protective vore, playful vore, cuddly or comforting vore, etc.

- Oral vore only please

What I won’t write:

- Major character death, digestion, etc.

- Vore as kink in-story (no worries if it’s YOUR kink, I just don’t write sexual scenarios)

- I won’t write any of the boys to be evil or uncharacteristically malicious (with possible exceptions for alternate selves like Agust D to be a liiitle bit not-nice)

Things where it kind of depends:

- Full tour vore: I might IF it’s okay with the requester that I don’t really describe the very end of the journey if you know what I mean

- BTS x Reader: I just find it less interesting and kind of tricky to write, but if you have a really cool idea and ask nicely, I might write it

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fireofjudgement · 1 year

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Are you going to write for High and Low still? P.S I love your writing! Also, what is the concert you are going to? Any songs to start with from them?

Yes!! I love High&Low and all of my fictional men from this series, and I have a few wips and chaptered fics I want to finish, as well as more oneshots and hc's I wanna write!

And I'm going to see Min Yoongi (aka Agust D/Suga) of BTS on his solo tour. If you're wanting to get familiar with his solo content I'd start with listening to Agust D, then Daechwita, and then Haegeum, as well as looking into the music videos/lyrics and lore of them. Then you can look into the rest of his discography! As for BTS, there's so much content that I didn't even know where to start myself 😅

#and also thank you!#catching up with quinn

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embodyingchaos · 1 year

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THE YOONGI ONESHOT IM WORKING ON IS GONNA BE DONE BY LIKE NEW YEARS PROBABLY LMAOOOO wish me luck yalls

#help #procastination #min yoongi #yoongi #suga #bts suga #bts #agust d #yoongi x reader #min yoongi x reader #suga x reader #bts x reader #bts ff #bts fanfic #oneshot #bts oneshot #yoongi ff #yoongi fanfic #yoongi oneshot

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pineapple-hoseok · 3 years

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Happy Birthday!

Pairing: Yoongi x f!reader

Genre: A whole lot of fluff, soft Yoongi, 13+

Warnings: Some cuss words and Yoongi being a lovesick puppy

Word Count: 3.7k (wow that’s the longest one shot I’ve ever written)

Summary: It’s your birthday and Yoongi doesn’t know what to get you. He has a huge crush on you and he wants everything to be perfect.

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Your birthday was tomorrow. You knew it, your best friend knew, the boys knew it, Yoongi knew it. How could Yoongi forget one of the most important days of the year? Well, it wasn’t as important as everyone was hyping it up to be, but it was for Yoongi. Especially because he had the biggest crush on you since Jimin introduced you to him and the others over a year ago. And he was going to use this day to finally tell you how he felt, using the advice Jimin gave him.

The only problem was, he didn’t know what gift to get you. You were supposed to be meeting up at their dorm tomorrow afternoon so they could celebrate with you and Minah, one out of two of your best friends, and he still had no idea what to buy.

Even as he stood in the middle of the shopping mall about a mile from the dorm, he was clueless and running out of time. So he did what he thought of as a last resort and dialed a number.

The boy on the other line answered with a tired ‘Hello?’, making it clear to Yoongi that he had just woken up from a nap. “Jimin-ah, I need your help.”

“Are you trying to find a gift for Y/N but you have no idea what to get her so you’re calling me to see if I can give you an idea of what to buy since I’m her best friend and I know her better than she knows herself?” That left Yoongi speechless.

Jimin knew of the older boy’s crush on you, hell, all the boys did. Even Minah, who was also one of the densest people in all of Korea, knew. Everyone could tell by the way Yoongi’s mood would lift every time you walked into the room, his obvious attempts of getting closer to you on movie nights, spending hours in his studio showing you songs he’d been working on, even letting you hear him sing after he swore he didn’t have the ability to. And when you told him you loved his songs and his voice, he felt his heart do a backflip in his chest. But somehow, you didn’t notice.

“How the fuck did you know that?” Jimin rolled his eyes so hard, Yoongi could practically hear it.

“You’re so easy to read when it comes to her, hyung.” The Busan boy sighed, sitting up in his bed once he realized he wasn’t getting any more sleep. “You already know Y/N’s really into photography, and I just happen to know her camera just broke. She needs a new one.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened, wondering to himself how he didn’t think of that before. “Thanks Jiminie, I owe you.” Jimin mumbled a simple ‘hell yeah you do’ and hung up the phone, but not without reminding Yoongi how much he loved him. The older male externally gagged, but internally smiled.

He knew you would never accept a brand new camera from him, but he was going to force you to take it, since he knew how much photography meant to you. He couldn’t live with himself if he knew you couldn’t do the thing you loved, and that he had a way to help. So he walked into Best Buy and made a beeline to the camera section. He knew absolutely nothing about cameras, but he was lucky to have a worker show him the best one for taking 4K pictures. Yoongi thought you’d really like an upgrade from your previous camera, which was kinda crappy considering that you got it for cheap.

Oh yeah, Yoongi thought, Y/N is definitely going to kill me. The boy, who usually kept his feelings to himself, found himself smiling at the thought of what your reaction would be. You’d definitely give him the worst death glare you could muster up, but he knew you would be actually trying your hardest not to cry. So as he swiped his credit card in the card reader, his excitement to give you this gift only grew.

Yoongi sat at his desk later that night, ignoring the calls of all the boys and their questioning of the bag he had in his hands. He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, getting to work on the second half of his gift for you.

Meanwhile, you were laying on Minah’s bed while staring up at the ceiling, your best friend sitting on her desk chair. You had no idea what she was doing, but you didn’t question it. Everyone seemed to be keeping something from you lately. First, Minah begged you to sleep over, then you caught her talking to Jimin on the phone about god knows what. Now, she was telling you that the two of you were going over to the boys’ dorm because she forgot her favorite sweater there.

You fished your phone out of your pocket and texted the only person you thought you could get information out of.

If Hoseok didn’t know anything, that means they probably kept him out of it. He was probably the worst liar you had ever met, he couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. But you dropped the subject as soon as Minah stood up from her desk chair. She gestured for you to move over so she could get in the bed too. Back in Busan, you, Minah, and Jimin had been sleeping in the same bed since you all were in diapers, so this wasn’t weird at all to either of you.

“Minah?” You spoke in a soft voice, causing the girl to turn to look at you.

“What’s up?”

You bit your lip, thinking for a second. “What if everyone forgot my birthday? The only person that has said anything about it was Hoseok.”

Minah had to keep herself from smiling. “I’m sure everyone remembers, there’s still a half hour until your actual birthday. Don’t worry, okay?”

You took her word for it, trying your best to calm your racing thoughts. For the next half hour, you and Minah talked about memories you both had from middle school, including the time the two of you drew all over Jimin’s face in middle school when he fell asleep in class. He was still holding a grudge against the two of you for that.

Before you knew it, the alarm clock on Minah’s bedside read twelve am.

Minah jumped up and wrapped her arms around you, screaming ‘happy birthday!’ so loudly in your ear that you were sure her neighbors heard her. You laughed, the girl’s strength knocking you down on the bed while you hugged her back.

“Thank you, now get off of me!” As soon as she did, your phone rang. It was your parents calling you from Busan to wish you a happy birthday. You thanked them, making sure to tell them that you were gonna visit soon before you hung up. Other than that, you had no more calls. Not even from the person you wanted to call you the most, Yoongi.

Everyone knew about your crush on Yoongi, the two of you were really bad at hiding your feelings. But apparently you weren’t, because neither you nor Yoongi knew how the other felt.

Every time you hung out with him and the boys, you always found yourself smiling more than usual whenever he talked to you. And the moments you two spent in his studio listening to a song he wanted to show you only made your stomach fill with butterflies. He seemed to get you more than anyone else did, not even Minah and Jimin. You also couldn’t forget how gentle he always was with you, despite what people have said about him having a cold exterior. Whenever you had a movie night with the boys, Yoongi would always end up sitting next to you, even sharing his blanket with you when you got cold. He’d scold you whenever he caught you speaking badly about yourself, telling you never to do that again. Whenever you were upset and needed comfort, he always let you call him no matter what time of night it was. You couldn’t help but fall for him, which is why you felt disappointed when you didn’t get a text or call from him at midnight.

Your lips turned down in a small frown, but Minah didn’t notice. Instead, she explained that the two of you should sleep so you could go to the boys’ dorm early in the afternoon. You turned onto your side, pulling the covers over your shoulder as you closed your eyes and let sleep take over you.

You woke up to the sound of a higher pitched male voice singing happy birthday. As your eyes opened, you noticed it was Jimin singing to you while holding a cupcake with a single candle in it, Minah smiling widely behind him. They gave you a second to sit up in Minah’s bed, a wide smile taking over your features. You closed your eyes, making a single wish before blowing out the candle on the cupcake Jimin was holding out for you. He set it on the nightstand, allowing you to jump into your best friend’s arms and thank him profusely. Jimin’s arms picked you up and lifted you off of the bed, spinning you around once before setting you down on the floor.

“Happy birthday, loser.” You laughed, reaching up to ruffle the boy’s hair.

“Yah, that’s noona to you.” You honestly didn’t care about honorifics, but you did it just to tease Jimin about your one year age difference like you always did. He rolled his eyes, pushing your hand away from him while you laughed even more.

“Now go brush your teeth and put on something nice after you shower, you stink.” Minah pushed you towards her bathroom, leaving you confused. If you guys were only going to the dorm to pick up her sweater, why did you need to wear something nice? At this point you learned not to question anything Minah said, so you just went along with it and started getting ready.

About an hour later, you were dressed in a black skirt and a matching black blouse that you found in Minah’s closet after you forgot your clothes at your house. All you did to your hair was brush it out and style it a little, but you liked the way the wavy style looked on you. Once you stepped out of the room, you found Jimin and Minah whispering about something, with Jimin briefly looking down at his phone.

After you cleared your throat to get their attention, they turned to look at you.

“Perfect, let’s go.” Jimin grabbed your hand and brought you over to the door, telling you to put on the black low top vans you came in before leading you and Minah to his car. Throughout the entire car ride to Bangtan’s apartment building, Minah kept bouncing excitedly in her seat. Jimin on the other hand, kept telling her to stop before he threw her out of his porsche.

Soon enough, the three of you arrived at the building, making your way up the familiar elevator before walking down the hall. You were about to put in the code to the front door before Jimin slid in front of you so he could do it himself. What a child.

He sent a quick text from his phone before putting in the door code. The lights were off inside the big apartment, and you wondered where the boys were. Were they all out and Jimin was the first one home? Dismissing the thought, you took your shoes off at the entrance and put on the slippers the boys got you a few months into your friendship with them. You were about to start looking for Minah’s sweater until all of a sudden, the lights turned on and six boys jumped up screaming.

“Surprise!” You would’ve fell on your ass if it wasn’t for Minah who caught you from behind, everyone laughing at your reaction. All around you were balloons and streamers in an array of colors, the entire living area of the dorm looking festive.

You started tearing up, your hand fanning your eyes as you looked around at the seven boys -- plus Minah -- that planned this surprise party for you.

“You guys did all of this for me?” They all nodded, all of them running over to hug you before you could burst into tears. You hugged all of them individually, each boy wishing you a happy birthday. Hoseok came up to you, wrapping his arms around you in a friendly hug. Aside from Jimin, Hoseok was the next boy you considered as one of your closest friends in Bangtan.

“I swear, Y/N, I didn’t know anything about this until an hour ago.” You laughed, hugging the boy tightly.

Next was Yoongi. He walked up to you with a smile on his face, holding his arms out for a hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his wrapped around your waist, your heart doing backflips and somersaults in your chest.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you to say happy birthday at midnight, they took my phone so I couldn’t contact you and ruin the surprise,” He spoke, his lips right next to your ear making his soft voice send shivers through your body. You hugged him for a second longer than the other boys before pulling back from the hug.

“It’s okay, I wasn’t worried.” That was a lie, but you decided that Yoongi didn’t need to know that.

The two of you walked over to the living room where the rest of the party was, your body immediately taking a seat next to Seokjin when he offered you one of the switch remotes to play Mario Kart with him.

That’s how the party went for the next few hours. A Mario Kart tournament between you and your eight friends took up a lot of the time, but you ended up beating everyone. You knew all of them had let you win, because there was no way you could beat Seokjin, Jungkook, AND Taehyung. But you didn’t mind, you got a crown made out of paper as your prize.

At last, it was gift opening time. Everyone sat on the living room floor, letting you use the couch as your throne as you opened each gift.

“I told you guys not to get me anything.” You whined, earning a bunch of comments from the peanut gallery to shut up and open your gifts.

So that’s what you did, starting with a gift from Jungkook. He got you the new pair of vans you’ve been wanting and were telling him about last week. Taehyung got you a gucci necktie to match his, Hoseok got you a pin that says ‘I <3 New Zealand’ from when they visited the year before (which you laughed at), Seokjin got you an Eevee plushie to match his, Namjoon got you a copy of the book he was reading which you asked him for a while ago, and Jimin got you a signed cd of his single ‘Promise’. After each of the boys gave you their gifts, you hugged each of them and made sure to tell them how much you really liked everything.

Then Yoongi gave you his. It was in a wrapped box and it felt heavy. You prayed that he didn’t get you something expensive, after you specifically told everyone not to buy you anything expensive. But you carefully opened it anyway, the wrapping paper revealing the box of a brand new Canon camera. A chorus of surprised sounds came from everyone, your eyes widening while looking down at the box. This camera was a huge upgrade from the shitty one you had before, which broke after some random guy bumped into you while you were taking pictures one day.

“Min Yoongi, I’m gonna kill you.” You mustered the best death glare you could give him. If looks could kill, the boy would be six feet under by now.

“Well I’m not taking it back, and there’s no refunds or returns so you have to accept it.” He wore a smug smile on his face that you wanted so badly to wipe off completely. You would definitely murder him in his sleep later.

You set the box down next to you and sighed in defeat, going over to hug him too.

“Thank you, it really means a lot to me.” Your voice was soft as you thanked him, and you could feel him smile against your cheek. You were about to go back to your seat when Yoongi stopped you.

“Actually, there’s something else I have for you,” He looked around at the curious eyes of everyone staring up at him, “in private.”

This set off another chorus of ‘woah’s from all of the boys, Minah only snickering in the corner. After telling them all to shut up, Yoongi stood and gestured for you to follow him to his room. You stood and followed closely behind him, ignoring the stares you felt on the back of your head.

Yoongi led you into his room and closed the door behind him so you two would have privacy. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, wondering why he brought you here.

“So I kinda wrote you a small note, and I didn’t want you to read it in front of everyone so I brought you here.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to you with red cheeks. You didn’t know how to react except for responding with a small ‘thank you’ before opening the note.

Dear Y/N,

I kinda feel like an idiot writing this letter to you, but I didn’t know how else to tell you. Okay I’m just gonna say it, I like you. Like really like you. I like spending time with you, whether it’s with the boys or alone, I like showing you the songs I’m working on, I like when you sit close to me on movie nights, I like when you smile and literally light up any room you walk into, I like how little strands of your hair fall into your eyes and you don’t even notice it, I like the way your dimples pop out every time you smile, I like everything about you. I really like the way I feel when I’m around you, like I get this tingly feeling in my stomach and I can feel my heart do little flips in my chest, and I just feel really happy when I’m around you. Everything in me just wants to keep you happy, because you look really beautiful when you smile, and your laugh is probably more contagious than Hoseok’s (and that’s saying a lot). My point is, I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve right now and I just wanted to ask you something.

P.S: Look back up at me when you’re done reading this.

You had tears in your eyes by the time you looked back up at a nervous Yoongi, his hands shoved in his front pockets to keep himself from fidgeting with them.

“Now that you know my feelings, will you please be my girlfriend?” Yoongi couldn’t tear his eyes away from yours, not until he heard your answer. Right now, he was giving his heart to you in hopes that you wouldn’t break it. He was revealing a vulnerable side of him that only you got to see, and that he had never shown anyone.

You smiled as a few tears slipped past your eyelids, which made Yoongi immediately go into panic mode.

“Oh shit, did I do something? I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that-“ You cut him off by chuckling lightly, shaking your head.

“Shut up and kiss me, idiot.” Your hands reached up to rest on his cheeks, pulling his face closer to yours until your lips met his. Almost immediately, his hands rested on your waist, pulling your body closer to his.

The kiss lasted a little less than ten seconds before both of you hesitantly pulled back just enough to look at each other’s faces.

“Yes,” You spoke softly, causing a confused look to take over Yoongi’s face. Laughing lightly, you realized he completely forgot about his question. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Yoongi smiled his gummy smile that you absolutely adored, his arms wrapping around your waist to hug you again. The size of your smile mirrored his as your hands ran through his hair.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” His head pulled back, leaning down to kiss you again. You broke the kiss after a second, though, much to his dismay.

“As much as I just want to kiss you all night, we have a crowd of people waiting for us outside.” Yoongi whined, only making you laugh more. But you were serious about going back out there, taking hold of his hand and walking back out of his room. The two of you walked hand in hand back to the living room, smiling at all of the surprised faces staring back at you.

“Finally!” Jimin called out, earning himself a slap on the back of the head from Seokjin. But everyone agreed with Jimin’s opinion, congratulating you and Yoongi.

You all decided to end the night with cake and a movie. Everyone called for you to pick the movie while Minah got up to grab the cake in the kitchen, so you picked ‘Toy Story 2’ again. They all started complaining, but you just smiled and pressed play on the screen.

Instead of sitting on the couch like you normally would’ve, you decided to sit on the floor in between Yoongi’s legs, leaning your back against his chest. You felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, looking back to see your now boyfriend looking back down at you with a smile on his face. Making sure no one was looking, you leaned up to quickly kiss his waiting lips before resting your head back on his shoulder, your arms resting on top of his.

This was officially the best birthday ever.

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adoretaekook · 3 years

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Together| myg (m)

pairing: husband!yoongi x wife!reade word count: 2149 words genre/rating: Married AU- angst, smut and a tiny bit of fluff- Rated M theme: Muture warnings: angst (reader can’t have children), crying, mentions of being unhappy, lots of kissing, very intimate, oral sex with fingering (f recieving), slight dirty talk?, unprotected sex, creampie. (I think that’s all?)

this is the first fic that I’ve ever written and/or posted so please go easy on me. I hope you enjoy it.

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The night sky is dark, the moonlight shining trough the window, dawn quickly approaching. I sigh, realizing that it’s going to be yet another sleepless night, turning around to find Yoongi sleeping peacefully. Quietly I get out of bed and go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Sitting down a the kitchen table I look out at the rest of our apartment and feel a emptiness take over my body. This place had once been so full of love and hope. Happiness. And now its just a empty space.

A year after Yoongi and I got married we decided to start trying for a baby. We both always wanted a big family and we were excited to take the first step in doing that. It hadn’t been as easy as we thought it would be and after 6 months of trying and not getting pregnant be went to go see a doctor. It turns out that I can’t have children. We were absolutely shattered knowing that we we never going to have a child of our own.

Yoongi was very understanding and he promised that we would get trough this, together. But after a couple of weeks I could feel him pulling away, could see the longing look in his eyes when he saw a couple with children. He started staying out later and going to the studio more, and I understood that he need time and space to process everything, so I gave him the space I knew he needed. I though that after a couple of months things would get back to normal but it just started getting worse.

An angry- almost annoyed- aura started forming around Yoongi whenever he was with me, it was subtle at first and I barely noticed it a times, but then the accusatory looks started; that look that just yells out that this is all my fault. He pulled away more and stopped touching me in any way, only come to bed when he thought I was already asleep. He isn’t the same sweet, loving man I married. And I know that I can’t carry on like this, having this numb feeling and I can’t keep living in this apartment void of any love, it’s getting unbearable.

I hadn’t felt the tears running down my cheek in-till the first sob escaped my lips. I tried composing myself so I wouldn’t wake Yoongi but it was to late, he was already rushing down the stairs, a confused look on his face. “What’s going on? What happened?” He asks when he’s a few feet away from me.

Wiping my face I try to cover up my tear stained cheeks. “Nothing, I’m fine. I didn’t mean to wake you, you can go back to bed, I’ll be there in a minute” I sniffle and wipe my face again.

“You’re clearly not fine. Tell me what’s wrong.” He demands, voice firm. I start sobbing again and the frown on his face deepens even more and he takes a cautious step closer to me.

“ I can’t keep doing this.” Somehow I start sobbing harder after finally admitting what I had been feeling for weeks. His expression immediately changes to one of shock and he move toward me and sinks to his knees in-front of me.

“What do you mean?” He carefully asks, looking up at me. I turn my head, not being able to look him in the eye when saying this.

“I can’t keep pretending I don’t see the way you look at me now and pretending not to notice that you come home late and you don’t come to bed with me and that you don’t touch me anymore. I can’t keep feeling like this is my fault. This isn’t what I wanted. I can’t be around you without feeling like you blame me for everything that’s happened.” I rant, my body practically shaking with every sob.

“I don’t mean to make you feel that way.” He whispers, a lone tear escapes his eye and he looks down. “It’s just hard. I know it’s not your fault but sometimes I just get so angry that this had to happen to us and I misdirect that anger, I know I do. But I do still love you.” He reaches up and wipes the tears from his cheek.

“It doesn’t feel like you do though. We haven’t been the same- you haven’t been the same. And I can’t keep living like this. All I want is for you to look at me like I’m the love of your life again- not like you do now. At this point we’re strangers sleeping next to each other, not a married couple.” My lip trembles and my hands are shaking.

He reaches out and gently takes hold of my hands, moving them to his lips and leaves a soft kiss on my knuckles, and presses my palm against his wet cheeks. “Please don’t leave. I need you. I’ll try harder, I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t give up on us- on me. I meant what I said on our wedding day- for better or worse.” His tears start running over my hard and I bring my other hand to his face too. I pull him closer and move my head down at the same time and after a few seconds our lips connect in a soft kiss.

When we pull away from the kiss, our face still just a few inches apart, I look up and our eyes connect. “Okay.”, I whisper softly, nodding my head gently. The corners of his mouth turn up into a happy smile, the edge of his eyes crinkling slightly. “I love you so much”, is all he says before our lips connect yet again.

We pour all our emotion into the kiss, feeling everything together. He slowly starts standing up, moving his body closer to mine, and gently pulls me off the chair. The kiss starts getting more heated, my hand moving to run through he moves his hand to the back of my thighs and lifts me, my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. It doesn’t take long before Yoongi is moving towards the bedroom, carefully ascending the stairs in slow steps, never breaking our kiss.

Yoongi disconnects our lips to put me down so that I’m standing in our bedroom, he moves his hands to rest on my hips, looking down at me. “Is this alright?” he asks gently. I blush, looking down at the floor and the back up at him, the of irony of my husband asking if it’s alright to touch me is not lost on me, but Yoongi had always been like that and given the fact that we haven’t been intimate in months I could see his reasoning for asking. I smile up at him and nod my head, smiling back at me he leans down to plant a quick kiss to my lips before reaching for the hem of the t-shirt I was wearing, gently pulling it of of my body.

Before long we’re both completely undressed, hands roaming each others bodies while heatedly making out. Yoongi started gently pushing me backwards, moving slowly in till the back of my knees hit the edge of our bed, I fell onto the bed with a soft thud. I broke our kiss to move up the bed, Yoongi following after me. He plants himself between my spread legs, pressing himself against my sensitive core, wrapping his arms around my back, mine going around his neck, our lips connecting once again.

We sloppily make out for a few more minutes before him lips start moving down my neck, leaving a hickey here and there. After his sweet assult on my neck he moves down leaving wet kisses between the valley of my breasts. Moving to the side his lips wrap around my left nipple, suck it while gently grazing the bud with his teeth. My back arches of the bed, head thrown back while softly moaning out, my hand moving to tug at his hair. After giving the bud one last suck he pops off and moves to right breast, giving it the same attention. He moves further down the expanse of my body reaching my navel before moving down to my wanting core.

His lips connect with my clit before his tongue licks a strip up from my slit up to the sensitive bud again. I moan out, my hands grabbing the sheets, my legs tightening around his head. He secures his hand around my legs keeping them open and continuing the delicious assault on my core. While keeping on arm secured around your left leg and moved his right hand down to press the tip of a finger against your slit, but not quite pressing it in yet, making your core clench around nothing. Rubbing his finger in circles, he then gently eases it.

The foreign feeling of being filled with something again has you moaning loudly, thrashing around in Yoongi’s hold. With a groan he disconnects his mouth from you core, looking up at you with eyes full of lust.

“Shit baby, you’re so tight.”, he says with bewilderment, attaching his lips to your clit again, flicking his tongue in quick short strokes, determined to get you to your orgasm so he can make love to you. And his determination was paying off, you were right on the verge of cumming; hard. When he thrusts a second finger into your core, quickening the pace, while still flicking his tongue on your clit, you’re done for. Legs shaking, loud moans leaving your lips and your core clenching tightly around his fingers, your cumming.

For a few second your vision goes white and when you start coming down from your amazing orgasm your eyes connect with Yoongi, who has now moved to rest himself between your hips. He leaned down to kiss you again, the taste of you still lingering on his lips. He started grinding himself against your already sensitive core, groaning at the friction. Gasping, you disconnect from the kiss, looking up at Yoongi.

“Please, Yoongi.”, you beg. Not needing anymore convincing, Yoongi nods and kisses you. Reaching down he lines his throbbing cock up with your dripping core, gently easing himself into you. The two of you moan together at the euphoric feeling of him inside of you. He moves your hands to yours, lacing your fingers and moving your intertwined hands above your head, pressing them into the bed. Given the fact that you haven’t had sex for months, you weren’t used to Yoongi’s big size anymore, so he gives you time to adjust to the stretch.

When you press yourself closer to him, causing him to sink deeper into you, moaning you wiggle your hips. Yoongi takes this as his que yo start moving. He pull out in till only his tip is left and thrust forward forcefully, hips connecting with yours and brushing against your sensitive clit. You’re a moaning mess, second orgasm approaching rapidly. You can tell by the twitching of Yoongi’s cock, that he’s no far behind you. He starts thrusting deeper and harder, chasing the orgasm both of you so desperately crave.

Yoongi is kissing you again, swallowing all your moans, squeezing you hands tighter. After a three more deep thrusts you’re cumming around Yoongi’s cock with a scream, clenching him tightly. That’s all it takes, thrusting once more and pressing himself as deep as he can into you, he’s releasing into you. His warm release coating you walls, filling you, triggers another small orgasm to take over your body. Thrashing once again, with a vice grip around Yoongi’s cock, milking him dry. He moans at this, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

After taking a minute to catch your breath, Yoongi lifts his head from your, connecting his eyes with yours for what feels like the thousandth time tonight, and gives you a soft, lingering kiss before whispering a soft, “I love you.”, against your lips.

Smiling, you give him a quick kiss and whisper back, just as softly, “I love you so much.”, resting your forehead against his. After another beat he pull out of you, both of you moaning at the feeling, and you suddenly feel empty, your walls clenching around nothing. Yoongi shifts to lay down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You sigh contently, breathing in the smell of your husband and closing your eyes. Exhausted from the nights activities, you planned on sleeping for hours in Yoongi’s arms.

“Together. Always.”, is the last thing you hear before drifting off n to a peaceful sleep. And for the first time in months, you felt well rested when you woke up, cuddled in with the love of your life.

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sombreboy · 4 years

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Who’s your king?♕MYG

♕18+ nsfw ♕ pairing: king!myg x female reader ♕ genre: pwp smut, fluff ♕ word count: 2.5k ♕ warnings: smut, blowjob, power kink, worship kink, he has long hair lmao, throne fucking, unprotected sex/creampie, dirtytalk, some fluff ♕ A/N: I want to thank @chimoona for helping me out and supporting me when I couldn’t find the words because I lost sleep to get this done. I wouldn’t have been able to get this out without her, she’s the best. ily♡

“Does this please you, my king?” Your very words would be his undoing. King. My king. You said it like a prayer to the highest power.

‘‘Who’s your king?’‘

Your weight shifted between your feet as you stood in front of the man that owned every fibre of your being. It was just you and him, in his grand empty throne room, with the man himself comfortably seated on his throne.

‘‘You.’‘

‘‘Tsk,’‘ Yoongi clicked his tongue, the elbow resting on the armchair of his throne serving as leverage as he placed his chin on his palm. His feline-shaped eyes squinted slightly as his gaze pinned your feet to the wooden floor, ‘‘Don’t test me, princess… Try again.’‘

He knew you were quite the brat at times, and he loved it for the solemn reason of being able to put you back in your place. Which, in this case would be on your knees beneath him.

‘‘Hm..’‘ You played dumb, pretending to ponder on what words he possibly wanted, ‘‘Yoongi?’‘ you said his given name with a coy smile playing on your lips as you slowly rocked on your feet, hands clasped together in front of you.

Yoongi’s lips tugged in a playful smirk, an expression on his face that had never failed to practically melt your brain, unable to focus on anything but the growing desire for him to discipline you.

This was a game that the two of you would play more frequently than not. He thrived on the bratty attitude only you dared to utilize in front of him. The two of you were close, ever since he’d found you when he was on a stroll through his village months ago, hiding his face beneath a straw hat. He often stopped by your herbal tea shop to catch a glimpse of you, and after the third time you finally recognized the man that kept coming back…

However, It wasn’t until he’d stared up at you with his intense eyes, not to mention the prominent line of a scar that went from his eyebrow down to his cheek, that you realized just who it was. It was an immediate, mutual gravitation, you were his from that very moment, and he was yours.

The fact that he was the scarred king only proved just how much power this man had. He was rich, ruling the nation, and a flick of his wrist made an entire country bow so low that their foreheads scraped the ground to worship the shadow of his footsteps.

But out of all things, you were his most treasured possession.

‘‘You know better than to address me by my first name.’‘ He stated with a deeper voice, a few octaves lower than normal. He knows exactly how to push your buttons, whether it be to annoy you, or to verbally break you down into a needy mess.

He picked up the sword idly resting by his side. It didn’t make a single noise as he unsheathed it with one hand, using his other to beckon you closer.

You obliged, a few steps brought you to stand directly in front of him, looking down at his relaxed posture with anticipation. Even though you played with him often, you never knew what to expect from him.

There was no time to react when the sword suddenly cut through the air with a whistle, slicing the fabrics of your dress in the middle, causing it to fall to your sides and simply only hang on to your shoulders like a robe. He was skilled with the blade, and one wrong move would’ve without a doubt sliced your torso as well.

But you trusted him with your life.

You held onto the clothes falling off your shoulders, attempting to pull the fabrics back up to cover your breasts, but halted your movements once you heard his hum in disapproval. Glancing up at him, he wiggled a finger back and forth, his shit eating grin widening on his lips, ‘‘Don’t hide what’s mine to look at.’‘

A small smile tugged at your lips, you could tell he was already adjusting himself in his seat from the mere anticipation of seeing your naked body. He’s seen you countless times, but every single time he made you feel like it was the first time. Passion ignited in his eyes the very second you let the fabrics slowly slide down your shoulders until they pooled by your feet, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

‘‘No bra, hm?’‘ He cocked an eyebrow, pointing the tip of his blade to the hem of your underwear before cutting it with a swift flick of his wrist, not wasting another second to reveal your most intimate parts for him, ‘‘You really walked around all day…. around people, without a bra, princess?’’

You nodded coyly, arms instinctively moving to cover your breasts once more.

‘’What did I just say about covering what’s mine?’‘

‘‘Sorry..’‘ You let your arms fall limp to your sides, breathing in deeply to keep yourself collected. But it was easier said than done when the tone of his voice made your knees feel weak.

‘‘Sorry, what? Hm? Tell me.’‘ Yoongi pushed further, his gummy smile flashing for a second, making him seem so harmless. Just like any other guy, a soft grin that made your heart soften. But it quickly fell back into his stoic expression when you didn’t reply fast enough, ‘‘Properly address me by my title.’‘

‘‘My king.’‘ You meekly whispered, feeling your slick juices slowly seep down your inner thigh. He truly had such a powerful effect on you.

‘‘Excellent, my darling. Now we shall continue.’‘ He nodded, lips pressed together in a vague smile as he carelessly tossed his sword to the side with an echoing clang, ‘‘On your knees, please your king.’‘

He loved the title, especially when it came from your lips. The power he felt when you obeyed his wishes beat any command he could ever give to any person within the nation.

You dropped to your knees as soon as he spread his legs for you to settle in between. His elbow was comfortably placed on the armrest, resting his cheek against his knuckles while his fierce gaze was fixated on your every move.

He remained silent when you looked up at him, as he had already stated what he wanted from you. And he didn’t like to repeat himself.

You were thankful that his robe was already untied, making it easy for you to pull the fabrics to his sides, exposing his torso. Eagerly, you moved to the hem of his pants to pull them down just enough for you to be able to take his length out in your hand. You gave Yoongi another glance, he’s yet to say anything, unmoving, resting his cheek in his hand as he watched you with great interest.

But it was obvious that he wasn’t unaffected. While his face might show no signs of the way you drove him towards madness, his body couldn’t lie. The half hard length twitching in your grasp was the very proof itself.

‘‘Take it in your mouth, my darling.’‘ He urged, the stare in his eyes filled with an unsettling sense of power.

Without a word, you obeyed his command by guiding the tip of his cock to your lips, sticking out your tongue to give it a tentative lick, eyes on him for a reaction. But, the way he glared down at you proved that he was far from satisfied. A simple tongue job was not going to please your king in the slightest.

Even if he didn’t utter a word, the look he gave you was more than enough for you to know that he wasn’t in the mood for a tease. It was time to get serious.

It was easy to fit him past your lips as he wasn’t fully hard yet, swirling your tongue around it inside of your mouth to pleasure him to the best of your abilities. You began sucking the way you knew he liked it. As the wet sounds from your saliva mixed with his precum grew louder, as did your king’s pleasure.

His cock quickly became turgid in your grasp, his girth making it almost impossible for you to take him as deep as you wanted to. You let most of his length slide out of your lips, keeping the tip inside as you swirled your tongue in the crease below the head of his cock, savoring the musky flavor of a long day as the king. Once his length was properly lubricated with your spit, you leaned in to push him deeper past your lips once more.

This time, you were adamant to take all of him, aiming to please. You pushed deeper over the veiny expanse of his shaft until your nose met his firm abdomen. Wanting to please him further, you kept going, your nose digging into his pubes as you felt the head of his length and more pushing past your throat.

In the midst of the sinful sounds sucking him off made, you swore you could hear Yoongi’s pleasure in the form of breathy grunts. This was his weakness, and you knew it well, especially with the way his cock twitched in the back of your throat followed with his deep, vibrating moans gradually growing with every suck.

You withdrew from his heavy length, clearly feeling every single inch being ripped from your throat as you did so with another lewd pop. It wasn’t easy to please him, but you were determined to. He was more than just your king. His pleasure was so much more than just pleasure, it was your life and salvation.

You belonged to him, and he belonged to you.

‘’You’re doing so well, princess.’‘ He praised between heavy breaths, his unbothered expression threatening to crumble.

Between beleaguered breaths you forced his length down your throat again, over and over, never fully removing him from your soppy mouth. Pulling back once more to catch your breath, you wanted to make his patience of letting you breathe worth his while, lipping over the smooth head of his cock and swiping your tongue on it as if you were kissing him.

“You’ve done so well, my darling,” he praised through heavy breaths, petting the back of your head as he slides himself out. He’s close–unsure of how much longer he can last with you like this. “Need you to ride me,” he reclined a little, granting enough room for you to join him, “climb onto your throne.”

You placed your delicate hands on both sides of his seat and lifted yourself from the ground. Once you’re on your feet, your king guided you to straddle his hips and sink onto him right away with no preparation. Perhaps it’s for his own selfish needs, but he wanted to feel you wrap around him fully, paying no mind to preparing you. No matter–after the attentive service you gave him, you were already incredibly wet. He slided in with ease and stretched you for a comfortable fit.

He’d never admit it openly, but the way you wrapped your nimble arms around the back of his neck as you circled your hips made his heart beat faster. He ached to hold you closer, so he does it with vigor. He grasped tight to your fleshy hips and assisted you, groaning deep into the crook of your neck.

“Does this please you, my king?”

Your very words would be his undoing.

King.

My king.

You said it like a prayer to the highest power.

“Such a pliant angel for her master,” he huffed into your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth and lathing the rosy flesh with a soft tongue, “Do you hear that? Do you hear the way your tight little pussy takes my cock so well?”

You only gasped out your moans as a worthy reply to such a filthy mouth.

“That’s right, darling.” He held your hips with bruising force and lifts his own to fuck into you rapidly from below. “Listen to those sweet wet smacks filling my chamber, echoing off the walls. Do you like being filled by your king?”

You nodded quickly, biting your lip to stifle the sultry sounds passing your lips, too reluctant to let anyone hear just how good he made you feel.

“Show me how much you like it. Let me hear you, nice and loud.”

He lifted your hips to slam down onto his lap, the skin of your ass slapping against his upper thighs. “Do it now or I’ll stop,” he taunted, knowing that’s just the words you need to give him anything he desires.

“I-I, my king–fuck,” your pitchy pants increased in volume the harder he thrusted into you.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Your thick cock feels so good inside my little cunt. Love riding you on your throne, imagining the room filled with all your loyal subjects.”

“What a filthy princess I have,” he stilled beneath you for a second, warming his length in your embrace to catch his breath, “You’d want others to see you in such a state? A sopping mess, tear-streaked, out in the open with your velvety walls crushing me?”

“Yes,” you simply replied, which seemed to be enough for him as he began humping into you as if his life depended on it. You sensed his urgency in his tensed muscles, burning hot against your bare flesh. He was desperately close and you were not far behind.

“This belongs to me,” he ordered, ramming into you, “Going to fill you until there’s no room left, going to show the whole kingdom you’re mine! Make you swollen with my heir and let every spectator know I fucked you long and hard, spoiling you for any man beside myself.”

“Cum inside me, Yoongi,” you breathed hotly against his neck, biting his pale skin and lapping the light bruises with your flattened tongue, “Claim me as your own. I want no one else.”

He pushed aside your defiant slip, referring to him by his first name. Instead, he pushed into you with a thrust so sharp he’s lodged as deep as you can bear, walls clenched around his length like a vice grip to hold him inside.

With a punishing nip to his tender neck, he groans his released out into the open, paying no mind to whoever heard his throaty moans.

“This is mine, now and forever.” It was a promise and a proposition all in one.

“Be my wife and I will fuck you like this, right here on my throne, until the day you die.”

It took not a second of thought to give him your answer, grinding your cunt onto his overstimulated cock to find your own euphoria. At the peak of your high, you told him what he wanted to hear.

“I accept,” you cried out your acceptance and pleasure in the same breath, “I’ll be your wife.”

“No,” Yoongi corrected you, shoving his cum back into you as it began to dribble onto his thighs, “You’ll be my queen.’’

You crashed your lips to his and released the remainder of your pent of lust into a breathless exchange. You rocked your bodies together to ride out what’s left of your orgasms, allowing the afterglow to take hold.

“My king,” you whispered against his lips. You pressed gentle kisses up his cheek until you place a final one over his scar, lingering for a moment, relinquishing your full devotion to every part of his being–the good and the bad.

“You have me at last.”

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borahaerhy · 2 years

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Hey guys! Welcome to my Masterlist!

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Love and Sarcasm - Completed

Summary: The second semester of your sophomore year in college has started and there are only two people in your creative writing class that have published works: You, and Kim Namjoon; a pretentious know-it-all that just so happens to be in the same frat as your best friend.

Enemies to Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut

One | Two | Three | Four

Jealousy - Oneshot

Summary: It was love at first sight, and the rest was history. That was, until he got a promotion that came with a flirty new assistant and spent a lot of late nights at the office.

Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending

To Be Announced...

Dealer - In Progress

Summary: Your boyfriend seemed like a dream come true: always wanting to be around you, making sure you would get home safe, never taking his hands off you. These little comforts became your whole world, and then the only thing you were allowed to have left in the world. Luckily, your boyfriends drug dealer turned out to be a much nicer guy.

ANGST, Eventual smut, probably some fluff in there

Regime - Teaser

Summary: Everything is dull. Your job, your hobbies, your downtime: everything is just dull. That is, until your workplace is raided by the anti-capitalist organization run by the notorious Agust D.

Ringleader!Yoongi x Female!Reader, Angst, Smut, Slight Fluff

Devour You - Oneshot

Summary: You haven't been able to spend as much time with your boyfriend as you would have liked, but that's nothing a little studio sex can't make up for.

Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst

Flawed - Oneshot

Summary: You, an introverted artist living in the big city welcomes the company of your new neighbor: an introverted artist new to the big city.

Fluff, Slight Angst

Need Me - Oneshot

Summary: After moving to a new town to reinvent yourself, your past comes back to haunt you.

Yandere!HoseokxReader, Smut, heavy dubcon

To Be Announced...

Heartbeat - Oneshot

Summary: The Vampire that lives in the building you work at has become infatuated with the sound of your heartbeat.

Fluff, Smut, Supernatural!AU

Maneater - Mini Series

Summary: You've had a crush on your brother's best friend since you were kids, but he's never felt the same way about his buddies sweet, innocent little sister. That is, until they're all in college and you're not so sweet or innocent anymore...

Smut, Angst

One | Two

Gone - Complete

Summary: You and your childhood best friend, Jungkook, have grown apart over the years, although you still have the same overbearing fun-loving bestie, Aria, that really wants her best friends talking again, something neither of you really want to be apart of until Aria goes missing, and the only other person that could help you find her is the one you’ve spent years avoiding

Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Action, Mystery

My Turn - Oneshot

Summary: The boy that's had a crush on you forever finally has you, but frankly, has no idea what to do with you.

Smut, Virgin!Jungkoook x Experienced!Reader

Mine - Oneshot

Summary: You have a crush on your best friend and turn to one of your mutual friends for help. The night you planned on innocently confessing turned into a not-so-innocent evening.

Smut, fluff, Dom!JK x Sub!Reader

You Make Me Happy - Oneshot

Summary: Your roommate and best friend Jungkook gets a little carried away trying to get you to confess your feelings for him.

Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, Jungkook x Reader

If Anyone Asks - Oneshot

Summary: Your brother ditches you at his best friends, Jungkook's, football game to go meet his girlfriend. Lucky for you, Jungkook couldn't find his keys, and needed your help in the locker room.

Smut, fluff

Good Girl - Oneshot

Summary: You have to be quiet; Jungkook's bedroom is right next to his parents.

Smut, Fluff

You're Pretty When You're Mad - Oneshot

Summary: Hotshot Lawyer Jungkook just loves getting under your skin, until one day he decides he'd rather you under him.

Smut, Angst, slight fluff

Round Two - Oneshot

Summary: Jungkook has a big fight coming up, and he's not allowed to have sex for a month prior.

Boxer!JKxReader, Smut

The Members while High - Headcanons

BTSxReader, Crack, Slight fluff

The Members as Harry Potter Characters

A comparison purely for my own enjoyment

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stanbangttan · 5 years

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-Kim Namjoon 2019

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420themanbehindtheslaughter69 · 3 years

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Found Diary...

This is 100% based on a TikTok I legit just saw by yoongi.xd so full credit to them for the idea :)

R/F/N = Random Female Name R/M/N = Random Male Name

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst(?), lemon(not really)

Au: Non-Idol au, High School au, Gender neutral! Reader, it's 2019, Yoongi is 17

Song: Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds

Word Count

Warnings: swearing,

Pov: alternating

POV - Y/n's First Person

High school... I hate it. I've always hated it. I feared going into high school since I was little. The only reason why I had any bit of motivation is that I got to see my best friend Yoongi.

Min Yoongi. The introvert who can do literally anything. It's crazy. I don't know how we ended up becoming friends, but we did. He's always been a tough cookie and had a hard exterior. Though it didn't take long for me to break into it.

It apparently took less amount of time for this bitch named R/f/n. They met about two months ago, and they're already sucking faces.

Which is what's happening right now.

"Can you guys like not to do that while I'm trying to eat?" I look at Yoongi and R/f/n and they pull away.

"No." R/f/n scoffs trying to pull Yoongi back in for a... I can't even call it a kiss. "No, R/f/n, it's okay. We can continue later, Okay?" R/f/n pouts and nods her head, making me fake a gag.

"Okay, Yoongi-Baby. I should probably get going then. I love you." She stands up giving him another kiss. "I love you too, R/f/n." They wave to each other and she exits the cafeteria.

"Fucking finally. I thought that you'd be stuck there forever." My comment makes Yoongi chuckle. "Yeah, she's really touchy. It's okay though. I like her a lot." He looks down with a shy smile on his face.

"Yeah, I know you like her a lot. And I'm so happy that you've finally found someone that makes you happy." He looks up at me and I smile at him. "What do you mean? You make me happy? You're my friend." The legendary words that make any fool break.

Being friends with him is great and all but I think I would prefer to be more. "You know what I mean, Yoongi. We're friends, not lovers. She makes you happy in a romantic way." I stick my spoon in the pudding of my school lunch and stir it around before deciding that there is no way in Hell am I going to eat it.

"Thank god you're not about to eat that. I probably would've thrown up if you did." Yoongi says chuckling before drinking the chocolate milk in a cardboard box. "It's chunky." He continues after setting the milk down.

I look at the pudding and pull a face of disgust. "Yeah, it's very chunky." I throw the spoon on the tray and look over at the clock on the wall. "We have 10 minutes to get to class... Do you wanna start heading there now?" Yoongi nods and we both stand up and throw our shit away.

As we exit the Cafeteria, this stupid fucking bitch, R/m/n, throws a basketball at me. I hate guys. "Yo Yoongi! You gonna play later? Also sorry..." He stops for a moment and looks at me. "You." He then looks back at Yoongi.

"Nah, I promised Y/n that I'd help them with their homework." R/m/n nods and walks away. I completely forgot that I had asked him to help me.

"Thank fucking god it's Friday. I literally don't wanna have to deal with these fuckers for much longer." Yoongi says wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

~ After School~

"Do you really need help? It seems as if you just wanted to hang out?" Yoongi drops the notebook onto his bed and looking at me. Obviously, I lied. I look away in shame, and he chuckles. "If you wanted to hang out, you could've just asked. We're friends after all."

"But it seems as if we've been so distant." He lets out a long sigh and he rubs his eyes.

"Is this about R/f/n?" Yoongi raises his voice a little bit, making me jump.

"No, it isn't about R/f/n. I mean it kind of is bu-" Yoongi lets out a long irritated sigh.

"Why do you hate her so much? What the fuck did she do to you?" He yells at me.

"I never said I hated her!" Even though I do despise her, I would never admit that, especially to Yoongi. "What the fuck is your problem? Why are you getting so mad at me?" Suddenly, I'm angry. All I wanted was to hang out with Yoongi outside of school after what seems like the first time in months, and he's getting angry with me for no reason? Oh hell no.

"Recently all you've been doing is complaining about the fact that we're never with each other, but you're forgetting that we literally go to the same school and that we have most of the same classes! It's so fucking annoying!" I'm furious now. I stand up and start packing up my stuff with tears in my eyes.

I'm not crying because I'm sad, I'm crying because I'm angry. I run out of his room and get my shoes on at his door. "Y/n... I didn't mean to-" He calmly states as he stands at the top of the stairs.

"No. Fuck you Min Yoongi." I finally walk out of his house wanting nothing more than to lay in my bed. I want nothing more than to be at home, in my own room, with my headphones in, curled up under my blankets. I stomp down the street speedily, I turn around and see Yoongi standing outside his house.

"Yeah... fuck you Min Yoongi," I mutter looking forward again.

Lunchtime... It used to be my favourite subject in school because that's when I got to see Yoongi. It's been about a week since our fight. It was such a silly fight as well. I also haven't felt like eating out in public, so I haven't been buying any lunch.

Yoongi seems happy. He's been with the basketball players, their girlfriends, and R/f/n. He's acting as if nothing happened, as if he didn't freak out at me. I only have two other friends other than him, and one of them, Tara, doesn't have the same lunch as me.

"Hello~ Earth to Y/n!" Tommy says, waving his hand in front of my face. Tommy and Tara are twins, and they both happen to my two other friends. Convenient, I know. "You've been staring at Yoongi for the past ten minutes." Tommy continues before taking a big bite of his sandwich.

A sandwich that includes turkey, bologna, provolone cheese, mayo, and tofurkey. For some reason, he likes the smokey flavour of the fake meat mixed with the real meat. "Yeah, I'm aware I've been staring at him." I roll my eyes, playfully making Tommy laugh.

Tommy. Twin brother of Tara. Both are seventeen and from America. He has messy brown hair and greenish-brown eyes that look green in the right lighting, and in another lighting, looks brown. Cheap warm-tones cafeteria lighting makes his eyes the in-between colour of hazel. He has pale skin with natural red cheeks, along with freckles across his nose. He's not unattractive but he's definitely not on most people's level of beauty.

"How are you after the fight?" He says nonchalantly, peeling the crust off of part of the sandwich he's about to bite into.

"I wouldn't necessarily call it a fight. More of a 'he flipped and I didn't wanna deal with it' situation." I pick at my nails anxiously. I don't wanna talk about this. Tara knows that, but I guess she didn't tell Tommy.

"Yeah... Right." He says squinting his eyes at me to show he doesn't fully believe me. "Anyway, you wanna hang out after school? My biological dad sent a new video game if you wanna try it with me." I look at him with wide eyes, making him chuckle a little.

"Fuck yeah! What time?" He stops and thinks for a moment.

"Four-Thirty? I have theatre club after school."

I also have stuff after school to do. Not like a club, I mean I guess you can call it that, but I just go and chill out in the Library, reading a book with a group of other students. It's not a club where you have to sign up to be in, but more of a free-range. It's fun and relaxing, especially since I don't have to talk to anyone there unless the leader really wants us to, which she's an introvert and doesn't want to.

Alas, the school day is over. It's two-fifteen, the bell has rung indicating that we can now leave, but I head over to the library. Oh, I'm the first one here. I take a deep breath as I sit in the comfortable cushioned rocking chair in the corner of the Library. This area is very isolated, which is why we sit over here. It's quiet and away from other students who are wanting to come in here and study or something.

Though it's isolated, in the seat I am in, I have the perfect view of the door, which is open from Seven-thirty to two-fifteen, and then after, the Librarian, Mr Kim, who isn't too much older than us, closes the door but it remains unlocked.

It's now two-thirty, most of the kids that usually show up are here reading their books, there are a few new students who just wanted an escape, and-

"Ayo Yoongi pass the ball!" I look over at the door and see a dude, I recognize as R/m/n catching the brownish-red ball from a shorter boy with dark hair, I can obviously notice is Yoongi, especially since R/m/n called his name. I whine slightly as I slump into my chair. I hear the girls who are misogynistic for their boyfriend's validation giggle as they watch the guys.

Please God... don't let them see me.

Luckily they didn't, and I continue reading until I finish the book. Then I packed up my stuff and decided that it was better off that I leave early.

POV- Yoongi's First Person

"Hey, Yoongi~" R/f/b comes strutting over with her friends with a notebook in her hand. That looks like Y/n's notebook... she never let anyone touch it.

"I found Y/n's diary." She smiles mischievously.

"Let's read it!" R/m/n says, and the others agree. "But Yoongi should be the one to read it." R/f/n rolls her eyes before handing it to me.

I don't really wanna have to do this...

"Dear Diary, I will be writing all of my important accomplishments or just important things in general here. So starting with today, we have a new kid. He's really cute, I'm afraid to talk to him though."

"Boring! Skip forward!" One of R/f/n friends say. I nod and skip a few pages. October tenth two-thousand thirteen... that's when Y/n and I met.

"Today is October 10, 2013. Oh, dear Diary, I met a boy. He made my dull heart light up with joy. He's shy and kind of mean, but I think I can become his friend. I'm gonna keep trying." Oh god... I continue reading every few pages until the most recent...

"Dear Diary... we fell apart. He yelled at me and called me annoying. I had lied to him, saying I needed help with homework, when in reality, I just wanted to be with him. I wanted to be with him outside of school, with no interruptions from his basketball friends who always push me around when he's not there, with no interruptions from his snobby girlfriend to told me to go kill myself and to stay away from him. Just him and I. But when he noticed that I didn't actually need help, he flipped. I don't know what I did wrong... maybe it was because I kept it a secret that his friends are so shitty. At least I still have Tommy and Tara. They're the only ones I need. Oh, who am I kidding? I miss him so much. I love him." My heart stops as I continue reading. I look up at the people around me who just stare at me awkwardly and apologetically.

"Did you guys really do that to them?" I take them not answering as a yes. I look down at my watch to see it only just hit four o'clock. I have to go see y/n...

I put their diary in my bag and swing it over my shoulder before running out of the library. Everything seems to have turned in slow motion. My heart is pounding My friends are yelling after me, but all I want is to see y/n. I want to see their beautiful smile again. They like me... They like me. I was so blind to notice, but now I think about it, it was so obvious. I smile while running as I think about all the moments I have had with Y/n.

I finally arrived at Y/n's house, I'm out of breath and my legs sting. I walk up to the front door...

POV- Y/n's First Person

It's currently Four twenty-five, so I should probably start heading out to Tommy and Tara's house. Just as I open the door, I am greeted by someone I really don't wanna see. Yoongi.

"Y/n..." He lets out a long sigh and a small smile. "I'm so sorry. I fucked up. I don't even know why I freaked out as I did." I just stand there. I don't know what to say to him. I miss him... I miss being with him. I open my mouth to say something, but my mouth is dry and I can't say anything. Yoongi steps closer. My heart pounds out of my chest. His hand makes contact with my hip hand and...

The world around us has stopped. Nothing else is important. Min Yoongi is standing in my doorway kissing me. His single hand on my waist, slides around to my back, pulling me closer. We can't...

I push him away. "Yoongi..." I whisper. I didn't mean for it to come out so quietly, but with how nervous I am I can't help it. I want to kiss him. I've always wanted to... but now that it's actually happening-

"Y/n... I love you. I love you so much. I'm so sorry... please I need you back in my life... I never realized your feelings for me until just recently, and because I finally realized, that made me rethink everything. I never truly liked R/f/n... I never felt the way I do when I'm with you. You make me happy." He pants, pulling me toward my living room couch. I comply and sit next to him.

"Yoongi... I really like you. I always have. But you never liked me, why has that suddenly changed?" I want to cry. I feel so overwhelmed by everything. He shrugs before placing his hand on my cheek.

"Can I kiss you again... please?" I don't even care anymore. I nod and he pulls me towards him. His soft upturned lips make contact with mine. I move his silky hands from my cheek to my waist, and I hold onto his face. Yoongi's tongue tries to enter my mouth, but I allow it. I suck on his tongue as his lips are still pressed to mine.

Knock Knock Knock Knock

We pull away quickly. He laughs at the string of spit connecting us before I stand up and go over to the door.

"Hey, Tommy."

"It's five o'clock... is everything okay?" I look at my phone and my eyes widen. Has it really been thirty minutes since Yoongi got here?

"Yeah everything's fine, I'll be over in a minute though, okay? I might need to even wait until my mom gets home so she can drive me over since it's getting dark." Tommy nods and smiles. He waves and walks away, so I quickly shut the door and walk back over to Yoongi. "My room, now," I say softly and we both run up the stairs and into my room.

It's been a while since he's been in my room. I never told her, but my mom knew I liked Yoongi and as much as she trusted him, she felt afraid that he would do something.

Yoongi tackles me onto my bed after locking my door. His hands are on either side of my head. He dips down and starts leaving small kisses up my neck to my mouth, once he reaches my mouth he just barely touches it. "Yoongi... please..." I whine and he chuckles. I tangle my fingers in his hair.

Oh god, his beautiful dark hair. People wouldn't consider his hair curly, but it has some natural texture to it. So silky and soft. So healthy... every damn thing about Yoongi is perfect. His soft lips trail from my mouth to the soft dimple on my cheek, down my neck. He lingers at my neck for a little while, allowing me to feel how perfect even his lips are. So good at kissing, I guess that watching him and R/f/n make out had to lead me to think otherwise... R/f/n.

"Wait... Yoongi." He pulls away with a hum and looks at me. His dark lust-filled eyes have now turned into precious puppy dog eyes. They're glossed over and widened, as his lips are in a pout. "What about R/f/n?" He chuckles, making me embarrassed for asking.

"I'm done with her. Don't think about her, or Tommy, or R/m/n, or Tara, or Mr. Kim, or Ms. Jung. Think about us." I nod and he leans down to kiss me again, but before he can, someone knocks on my door.

"Y/n, I'm home." My mom says on the other side of the door.

"Okay, hi mom!" I call out, Yoongi flops softly onto the space next to me and wraps his arms around me.

"Tommy give me my phone!" I yell as Tommy and I run around my living room. Yoongi and Tara laugh at us, and I finally grabbed my phone from him and stuff it in my pants.

"Do you really think that'll stop me?" He says reaching towards me, but stops when Yoongi lets out a cough. "Sorry, Yoongi. Didn't mean that in a creepy way." He awkwardly apologizes and we sit down on the couch. I drape the blanket over Yoongi and I, as Tommy and Tara fight over who gets to hold the popcorn.

"I thought this was gonna be a calm movie night," Yoongi whispers in my ear with a smile. I let out a soft laugh and look over at the two twins.

"At least Tara isn't threatening to shove her fist up his ass again." Just as I say that, Tara then yells she was gonna shove her fist up Tommy's ass.

"I don't want anything else than to be here with you guys," Yoongi whispers again, placing a kiss on my nose. "I love you."

"I love you more."

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