#brief yoonmin

[borathae]

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"When Jungkook sucks your strap."

Genre: married life!AU, some Slice of Life Fluff, Smut

Warnings: my bois Yoonmin make an appearance, sub!Jungkook, Dom!Reader, masochist!Jungkook, kneeling, cock rubbing over briefs, she steps on his cock, girl bulge ngng, this is the nasties blowjob ever, strap sucking, squirting dildo, fake cum eating & play, deep throating, face fucking, so much gagging, tears, drool, Jungkook is so needy for her cock, hair pulling, tongue spanking, face slapping with cock, praise, degradation ("needy cockslut", "whore" etc.), good boy kink, he calls her ma'am, she calls him puppy, mental orgasms (f.receiving), creampieing, he bites her neck as he cums, he also scratches her from neediness, tears after sex, loving aftercare, snuggles and kisses, they’re in love and kinky :(

Wordcount: 7.8k

a/n: *sluttish barking and growling*

You and Jungkook are ready for bed. Freshly showered, moisturized, clean teeth and comfy pjs. You are done and ready. Cozy and snuggly. Warm and sleepy. You aren’t cuddling anymore as you always break apart before sleep to get more comfortable. You are still facing each other, having enough distance between your faces that you don’t breathe in each other’s air, but you still have enough closeness so that you can hold hands. 

Well, it is more so that Jungkook is holding your hand, while you are getting closer and closer to sleepy town. He is tracing your knuckles, staring into the darkness. You have your blinds down, so he can’t see anything, but just the knowledge that you were there is comforting him. He could never sleep in separate beds, let alone separate rooms. You and he talked about it, as one married couple does at some point in their marriage, because you heard from others that it could be beneficial to the marriage. Not for you and Jungkook. You tried it for two nights, before both of you left your rooms to coincidentally meet in the hallway.

“I don’t like this. Wanna be with you”, you told him sleepily as you instinctively touched his tummy for the familiar feel of him.

“I hate it, wanna share a bed”, he answered you and then you and he went to bed in your shared bedroom and you cuddled, falling asleep seconds later. 

That was years ago and, unless circumstances make you, you never slept in separate beds again. 

You love being together. You love knowing that the other is close and that you have each other. You love being able to cuddle whenever, to hold hands and stub feet, you love that you can kiss and snuggle and that you can also chat whenever. The little sleep sounds each of you makes are also very relaxing to both of you. Even Jungkook’s snoring. Somehow it relaxes you because it lets you know that you have him with you. Yeah, you’re that crazy for the man. He is just as crazy however, because he loves your sleep mumbling. It’s utter nonsense and most of the time unintelligible, but he loves it because it means that he has you with him. 

Tonight, Jungkook can’t quite find sleepiness. He feels tired and drowsy, but he can’t fall asleep yet. There is a thought keeping him awake and he needs to share it with you.

He whispers your name.

“Ye”, you breathe. 

“Can I tell you something?”

“Mh-hm.”

“Please don’t laugh at me.”

“Kay.”

“I was thinking and maybe, I don’t know, maybe it could be hot if I sucked your strap? Maybe?”

A few seconds of silence where you clearly gather your strength.

“My strap?” you lull.

“Yeah. I give it head, suck it and if you want to, you can push my head down on it and fuck my face with it. Yeah, I’d like to kneel. I think that could be hot”, 

“M’kay”, you mumble and exhale deeply. Jungkook knows for a fact that you are barely conscious at this point. He is so stupid for bringing it up now. He wanted to do it earlier, but was too nervous. Now he is risking that you won’t even truly take in what he is telling you. 

“Could you be interested in that? I know you wouldn’t really feel it and it’s kinda a little weird of me to wanna suck dick, but yeah.”

“s’not weird.”

“Sorry, I’m nervous”, Jungkook confesses in a whisper, “I know it’s not weird. I guess, I’m just scared you’d hate it.”

“No, just…”, you lull and exhale, “so sleep-mhm.” 

“Did you just fall asleep?”

You mumble something he can’t decipher.

“Baby?”

No new mumbles. 

“You actually fell asleep. No baby, I wasn’t done”, he whines quietly, squeezing your hand, “please, I hope you heard it.” 

He falls asleep not knowing whether his stupid fantasy was heard or not. 

He doesn’t get clarity the next morning because you had to leave before he wakes. He also doesn’t get clarity during the day because other than your good morning texts, you don’t text a lot. You also text him later that day that you and Jimin will meet up for the gym, so Jungkook doesn’t have to pick you up from the restaurant.

Jungkook leaves the studio feeling defeated. Out of all the days, the universe decides to make today the day of barely any communication. He feels very jittery driving home and regrets ever telling you. What if the reason why you weren’t texting him a lot and are now going to the gym with Jimin is because you are weirded out by the idea? What if you are trash talking about him to Jimin? Not that you ever do, but what if? 

Once home and Bam’s dinner is taken care of, Jungkook decides to text you again. He needs to know that you aren’t ignoring him or else he’ll go crazy.

-          Jungkook: Are you eating at home or will you guys go somewhere?

He is in the home gym when you answer him 

-          Wifey ♡: Jimin invited me over for dinner.

Jungkook pouts.

-          Jungkook: Okie dokie :) 

He tries to make his message sound normal even though he is currently aching. He feels so nervous and left out. You probably told Jimin about the weird shit Jungkook asked of you and are now trying to stay away for as long as possible.

-          Wifey ♡: did you cook already?

-          Jungkook: No :) 

-          Wifey ♡: good. Come over as well ♡

-          Jungkook: YES OKAY *-*

-          Wifey ♡: hahahaha I knew you were being sulky

Jungkook smiles, kicking his feet.

-          Jungkook: Why would you think that?

-          Wifey ♡: cause you never use :) unless you’re trying to be sarcastic or fake happy 

-          Jungkook: That’s not true :) :)

-          Wifey ♡: hahhahah you’re cute ♡ bring Bam too ♡

-          Jungkook: Okie dokie ♡♡♡ when can I come over?

-          Wifey ♡: whenever you’re done. We’re leaving the gym rn

-          Jungkook: Got it ♡ 

Jungkook abandons his gym session for the sake of getting ready. He feels so good again. You aren’t avoiding him. He is so happy.

Yoongi and Jimin don’t live that far from your place. Just a few minutes by bike and around twenty minutes by foot. Jungkook decides to take Bam for a walk. It’ll take you and Jimin a good thirty minutes to get home. 

Yoongi opens the door for Jungkook, wearing an apron and a bandana to keep his dark hair out of his face.

“Hey there”, he greets Jungkook.

“Hey. ___ told me that I can come over for dinner?”

“Yeah, sorry I look like a mess. I’m making aglio e oglio”, Yoongi says and looks at Bam, “hey Bamie, how are you?” he greets him in a squeaky voice.

The Doberman huffs out air in greeting, jumping on his tiptoes as his tail wags excitedly and his nose sniffles at Yoongi. The latter is petting him, cooing silly, little things. Jungkook takes off his shoes and light jacket in the meantime.

Holly is by his feet, wagging his tail at Jungkook. And so it happens that the two heavily-tattooed men are cooing and wooing in the entrance way as they greet each other’s adorable fur babies. Said fur babies soon scurry off to play with each other, filling the background with their playful noises. Bam and Holly get along great, despite their size differences and Holly’s anxious nature, and you often meet up with each other for doggy play dates. You are happy that they are friends. It feels as if your children were friends. 

Yoongi and Jungkook walk to the kitchen, chatting.

“Can I help you with dinner?”Jungkook offers.

“No, it’s okay.”

“Are you sure? I’m here now, you know.”

“Maybe set the table?”

“I’ll do that. How are you doing?”

“Yeah, I’m good. The Tigers won last night’s game.”

The Tigers were Yoongi’s favourite basketball team. He watches every game and even has a few fan memorabilia scattered around the house.

“Yo, that’s amazing dude. That’s like the third game they’re winning, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is. I screamed so loud, you have no idea”, Yoongi says and chuckles, “I was so excited.”

“I can imagine. Your team’s winning, man”, Jungkook says and nudges his arm in a brotherly manner, “does that mean they’re one win away from qualifying?”

“Yeah. I hope they’ll win. I’d cry. It would make me so happy.”

“I wanna watch the game when it’s on. I gotta see it too.”

“Do you wanna come over? They’re playing this Saturday.”

“Yeah, I’m free on Saturday. I’d be so down to come over.”

“Nice. I’ll get new whisky for high rise.”

“Nice. That’s exciting.” 

The two men continue chatting about the game while Yoongi cooks and Jungkook sets the table. It happens naturally that conversation shifts to their marriages and while Yoongi tells Jungkook about their dying houseplant, Jungkook has something burdening to share.

“Yeah sure, talk to me”, Yoongi allows him.

“Okay so, I’ve been going crazy today. I made a mistake last night.”

“What did you do?”

“I asked ___ if we could do something kinky in bed, but she was almost asleep and now I don’t know if she heard me.”

“What did you ask her?”

“Promise not to laugh.”

“Kook, it’s me. I don’t judge.”

“Yeah, I know. Okay so, I asked her if she’d be down to let me suck her strap.”

“Kinky.”

“I know, but also weird? I guess?”

“Why is it weird? It’s hot.” 

“I guess. I don’t know, I can imagine that it’s not really pleasurable for her?”

“Jungkook”, Yoongi places his hand onto Jungkook’s shoulder, “let me tell you something from my long years of being pan and a whore in my youth.”

Jungkook chuckles.

“The right woman loves to get her strap sucked and I can tell you from experience it gets them off as if it was their real cock.”

“Really? I mean, does it?”

“Yeah, it does.”

“And it feels nice? How does it feel? Did you like it?”

“I loved it. It feels harder than a real cock. It also doesn’t bend as easily and you really gotta relax your throat. It also won’t taste salty like real cock and the smell won’t be there either. And it got me off real fucking good.” 

“It did?”

“Yeah, it did. I couldn’t stop doing it. Ask her again. I’m serious Kook, you’ll regret not trying it.”

“Okay, phew now I’m all hot”, he confesses and laughs.

Yoongi chuckles and turns his back to Jungkook for the sake of stirring the pasta.

“Do it with a squirting strap.”

Jungkook coughs as Yoongi’s blunt suggestion surprised him. He looks over his shoulder, meeting his best friend’s serious gaze.

“Do it”, he insists.

“O-okay, I will.”

“Make her cum on your face.”

“Yoongi, stop”, Jungkook whines.

Yoongi chuckles and looks into the pasta. 

“Is he being annoying again?” 

You and Jimin enter the kitchen. The latter is asking as he hurries to his husband for a back hug. They sway from side to side while Jimin has his chin resting on his shoulder.

“I’m never annoying. You’re annoying”, Yoongi defends himself to which Jimin chuckles and kisses his neck.

“You’re always annoying”, he whispers, earning himself a gentle nudge into his stomach with Yoongi’s elbow. He giggles, hugging his husband tighter while Yoongi pouts and lets it happen.

You greet your husband with less friendly bickering, hugging his arm with your cheek nuzzled against it.

“Hey there.”

“Hey.”

“How are you?”

“Good. I guess. Today wasn’t the best.”

You look at him with worried eyes, touching his waist.

“What happened?”

“Can we talk about it later? I wanna do it alone.”

“Yeah of course”, you say and hug him, “mhhm, I’m transferring my love and good vibes to you.”

Jungkook chuckles, hugging you back with his hand rubbing your back.

“I can feel it, thank you sweetie pie.”

You lift your head, resting your chin against his chest as you grin up at him. He leans down and kisses the bridge of your nose. He feels so good now that you’re here. You don’t hate him for his confession. Yet. 

Dinner with your friends is wonderful. You talk, you laugh, you catch up with each other and later share some whiskey until it was time for you to go. You and Jungkook walk home hand in hand and giggling. You left your bike by Jimin’s and Yoongi’s because you couldn’t possibly drive tonight. You aren’t drunk rather than that you are both giddily tipsy. It’s a nice kind of drunk because you know that it won’t last long and also won’t leave you hungover tomorrow. It is just the perfect amount to make the already amazing evening feel incredible. You first chatted good things about Jimin and Yoongi, before switching the conversation to Bam. You can already see your house when you change topics again after some seconds of silence.

“Why was your day bad?” you ask him.

“What do you mean?”

“You told me your day wasn’t the best. What happened?” 

Jungkook sighs and shrugs his shoulders, “it was my own fault, I guess.”

“Why? What did you do?”

Jungkook hesitates.

“It’s okay. You can talk to me.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath, “okay so.”

“Yeah?”

“Remember last night?” 

“When you asked me if you could suck my strap? Yeah, I do.”

Jungkook’s entire body tenses up in nervousness. So you heard him.

“O-okay.”

“What about it?”

“No-nothing, I just, nothing.”

“I’d be down. You know?”

“Would you really?” Jungkook gasps squeakily, looking at you with widened eyes.

“Yeah, I bet that could be sexy.” 

“Wait. Are you fucking with me? You’d actually be down?”

You nod your head, “yeah.”

“Dude, I was shitting myself all day ‘cause I thought I’d fucked it”, he confesses in a laugh, rounding you so he could walk in front of you and grab your waist. You hold onto his lower arms, smiling up at him.

“Really? You were just straight up shitting yourself for an entire day?”

“Yeah. Straight up.”

He makes you laugh. You and he stop on the sidewalk because laughter was just too good to continue.

“You’re so fucking stupid”, you snicker and scrunch your nose, “I love you like crazy, you doofus.”

“I love you too. Like so much, oh my god baby”, he begins whining with buckling knees and a pouty face, “I wanna suck your strap so bad. Oh my god. Please.”

“Mmh, you’re so cute when you’re begging. How bad you want it?”

“So bad. Like so bad”, he pouts, sagging his shoulders, “wanna gag and choke around you.”

“Hot. I don’t know though, I’m not convinced you actually want it.”

Jungkook mewls, stomping his foot.

“I want it so bad please. Wanna be creamed too.”

Your eyes gleam dangerously, your fingers close around his waist. 

“You wanna be creamed?” you rasp.

“Yeah, so bad”, Jungkook says and gives you his best puppy eyes, “please? Please, please?”

“Mhm shit, you got me”, you give in and take his hand, “we’re doing it tonight?”

“Yeah, holy fuck yes”, Jungkook croaks and jogs after you in little skips. He is so happy that he can’t stop giggling and snuggling into you. It makes walking a little difficult, but you don’t want to change anything. You love it when he’s clingy. 

By the time you have reached the front door, Jungkook’s clinginess turns into neediness. He is kneading your softness, panting against your neck as he is nibbling at it. 

“I fucked it. Holy fuck, I’m so horny”, he gets out and mewls, sucking on your neck in an attempt to find relief.

“We’re almost there. Hold out a little longer”, you promise him and in that moment, the door unlocks. 

Jungkook needs to be a little patient once inside. Not only because you both needed to take off your outdoor clothes, you also needed to wipe Bam’s paws. You are squatting on the ground while Jungkook is standing. He walks up behind you and cages you in between his knees, placing both his hands on the top of your head. He sways you, whining his words.

“I’m needy.”

“Patience. I’m almost done”, you laugh, “Kook stop shaking me, Imma lose balance.”

“Then hurry up”, he whines and sways you more vigorously. 

“Kook”, you cackle, “stop it, you doofus.” 

“Hurry up”, Jungkook whines.

You finish Bam’s last paw, pushing Jungkook away gently so you could get up. 

“You”, you slap his chest gently.

Jungkook is both begging with his puppy eyes and being cocky with them.

“I’m not gonna be faster when you’re acting impatient.”

“But you’re done now”, he says and closes in. He kneads your hips, lowering his eyes halfway to let them run over your face.

You dance your hands from his chest to the nape of his neck. You look at his lips, feeling your stomach flutter. They look so pretty and pouty. Knowing that soon they’ll stretch and move around your strap is turning you on so good. 

Jungkook notices your hungry gaze and sees it as his cue to move in. You stop him with a finger pressed to his lips, making him both whine and chuckle. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen”, you talk in your sexy voice. The kind of voice that makes Jungkook feel so, so woozy in desire, “you’re gonna go to the bedroom and make yourself pretty. You’re gonna wait for me on your knees and I’m gonna put Bam in his crate. Understood?” 

He nods his head.

“Understood?” you insist and grab a bundle of his hair to pull. 

“Yes ma’am”, he whimpers and closes his eyes, parting his lips. 

“That’s better”, you release his hair, “off you go. I want you kneeling once I’m done”, you order and step back. 

Jungkook takes your hands and bows down to kiss your knuckles.

“Yes ma’am”, he says and breaks away to hurry to the bedroom.

You watch him until he reached the top of the stairs. You sigh. He is so perfect when he’s so obedient. 

You look at Bam.

“Now let’s get you to bed, baby”, you say.

Jungkook feels restless. He keeps checking the time. His heart is racing. He can’t seem to regulate his breathing. He feels dizzy in anticipation. The time. Another minute passed. He shifts without leaving the position. He is in front of the foot end of the bed, facing the door. The rug under his knees makes it comfortable. The pressure around his cock gets more and more unbearable. The time. Another minute passed. 

Jungkook balls his hands to fists. When are you coming? It feels like you’ve been gone for hours. He can’t take it for long anymore. 

The door opens. He moans softly in pure relief. It’s time. The waiting will finally stop. His heart speeds up, his stomach tingles. He straightens up, fixing his posture this way. He needs to look perfect when you finally step inside.

You enter the room. Jungkook begins breathing quickly, feeling dazed. 

You meet his eyes for just a second before looking him up and down. He’s in his Calvins and nothing else. A black leather collar adorns his neck, looking so pretty on him. 

You walk past him to the sex toy dresser. Jungkook watches you in the tense silence, feeling more and more restless. You didn’t even address his state. Did you even notice that he was there? 

You open the drawer which holds your straps and bend down to look for the right one. You fetch it, holding it up by the base while your other hand is letting the harness tangle. 

Jungkook gulps, rubbing his thighs together. 

You look over your shoulder. Jungkook straightens up instantly. No words. You turn away and leave for the bathroom. The door closes. Jungkook is left alone. 

He makes fists again, pulling a face of desperation. He feels so unbearably needy now that he saw you. He can’t bear to be left alone again. He needs you with him so fucking bad. He checks the time. Not even a minute passed. Jungkook squeezes his thighs together. The pressure feels intense on his needy cock. If you don’t come back soon, he’ll actually manage to make himself hard. 

The time. A minute passed. 

Jungkook opens his hands. His fingers twitch. What if he rubs his cock over his briefs? He made sure to pick out gray coloured ones so you can see the wet stains he leaves. You’ll probably like it when you come back and he is already wet and hard in his briefs. 

He slides his hand closer, leaving goosebumps on his thigh because the touch feels so good. 

No. 

He’s going so crazy in desperation that he almost lost control. You never ordered him to play with himself. He shouldn’t disobey. 

The time. Another minute passed. 

He closes his hands to fists and exhales shakily. Please let time pass quicker.

The time again. Ten, eleven, twelve seconds passed. 

Fuck. It felt like a minute already.

Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two. 

Jungkook opens his hands again and feels up his thigh. Maybe he could do it for a few seconds. Just a little. Not a lot. He’ll stop himself before it gets too obvious. His fingertips brush over his tip.

“A-ah”, he lets out quietly, arching his back. Again. Upwards this time around. His cock twitches and hardens. Jungkook feels blurry. This feels so good. 

He opens his thighs for better access and cups his own cock. He whimpers, closing his eyes as he begins massaging and rubbing himself over his briefs. The material between his touch and his cock actually makes it feel so much better because it enables him to rub without friction. 

It feels so good. He witnesses every change in his cock. How it goes from soft and flaccid to hard and swollen. To feel himself get hard turns him on so much more. Jungkook can barely take breaths, sliding his hand to his tip to massage it through his briefs. He touches the most sensitive spots, arching his back because it feels so fucking good. 

He tilts his head back and moans the only thing running through his mind. 

Your name.

Breathy and filled with so much submission, it leaves his lips. 

He gets his briefs messy because hearing your name makes him leak. 

Fuck, how long are you still going to be gone?

He opens his eyes to check the time and squeaks as he startles. You are right in front of him, standing over him with a dark expression on your face. 

“You scared me”, he gets out and widens his eyes, “oh”, he lets out and moves his hand away quickly, straightening up. He gulps, looking up at you with sorry puppy eyes. 

“Did I tell you to play with yourself?” you ask him. 

“Sorry”, he whispers.

You touch him. Jungkook chases your touch even if it ends in you tugging on a bundle of his hair. 

“Did I tell you?” you repeat the question.

“No”, he whimpers, furrowing his brows in desperation.

“No, I didn’t. So why did you do it?”

“I was needy.”

“Wrong”, you warn and twist his hair tighter.

“Wanted to make myself pretty for you”, he squeaks out, shivering in pleasure. The tug hurts, sending electricity through his veins.

Your features soften. You smirk. Your fingers release his hair and begin scratching his tender scalp. 

“I can accept that”, you speak sweetly and look at his cock. Hard and throbbing it bulges his grey briefs. The light coloured fabric is tainted dark grey where his tip is. You run your foot over it. 

Jungkook moans and rolls his hips into the sensation. His thighs twitch and tense. His abs convulse as they move his hips needily.

“So wet”, you rasp and put pressure on his tip.

“O-oh”, he tenses up, closing his fingers around your calf. The pressure borders on painful and it’s getting him so breathless.

“And sensitive. Hm?”

He nods his head, wiggling his hips in hopes of getting his tip stimulated. 

“Good”, you say and remove your foot. 

Jungkook mewls. He wanted it so much longer. 

“Look at me.”

He obeys. The state of you finally begins seeping into his consciousness. He was so busy being startled and then disciplined to notice how fucking sexy you look. You took off your shirt, but kept your sports bra on. Your body looks so good after the gym. You always hold yourself with so much more confidence and Jungkook feels drowsy. 

You also kept your sweats on. Grey. They are bulging in the front. 

Jungkook gulps, gawking at it with big, needy eyes. 

“You see it?”

He mewls and nods his head.

“I’m so hard for you, puppy”, you rasp and cup your bulge to shake it around a little.

Jungkook moans, moving closer as his lips part. He is throbbing in his briefs. You are so fucking good in how you talk to him. He expected you to come out in nothing but your strap, but of course you are making the sexiest fucking roleplay out of it. He’s got you hard in your sweats. His mouth waters because of it.

“Do you want it?” 

“Yes please”, he croaks, gulping down the masses of drool gathering in his mouth.

“Take it out.”

Jungkook moves instantly. He tugs your sweats down until your strap can flop out. He lets go of the sweats so they bulge under your strap. He follows your cock with his eyes. You must have squeezed down on the pump because it’s leaking just a little from its hole.

Jungkook mewls, looking up at you with widened eyes. Your lips are curled into a knowing smirk, your eyes are half-lidded.

“Seems that I’m leaking for you, puppy.” 

“Holy fuck”, he gets out and looks back at your cock. Because it’s fake cum, it is already white and creamy, but Jungkook couldn’t care less about the inaccuracy. You are leaking for him and that’s all that fucking matters. 

“Please”, he begs and sticks his tongue out.

You grab your cock by its base, burying your hand in his hair. You tilt his head back. Jungkook helps you with it. He keeps staring at your cock even when you move closer and his eyes cross. To have him so cock-obsessed gets you off so good. He is so needy for your dick that he’s looking all silly for you. He’s so fucking perfect.

You spank his tongue with your cock. His tongue pulsates and shakes. A needy mewl leaves him. 

“Mhm, look at you. You look so pretty”, you praise, rewarding him with a spank to his tongue. Just once because then you pull back to instead slap his face with your cock. Once on his right cheek, then his left.

Jungkook rolls his eyes back with the first slap, parting his lips as he moans needily.

“You’re so, so cock needy, aren’t you?” you taunt as you slap his pretty face repeatedly.

“Yeah”, he keens.

“Of course you are. So needy and dumb for my cock”, you taunt and end your face slaps with little spanks on his upper lip. 

Jungkook moans, opening up further.

You knew that it would happen. You place your hand on the back of his head and push inside. 

“Mhmngn”, Jungkook gets out, ripping his eyes open in surprise. One second his mouth is empty and now he’s getting gagged with cock. He is struggling for air because of how utterly excited you’ve got him. He mewls, shivering vividly as your cock fills his needy mouth more and more.

“There we go. Take it in”, you rasp and furrow your brows, “fuck, you’re so fucking hot around me.”

Jungkook knows you can’t feel him and yet you are talking as if you can. If he didn’t need his face fucked before, he definitely needs it now. He whimpers, crossing his eyes as his brain shuts off in neediness.

Your tip tickles his throat. He gags instantly, mewling in nervousness. You pull out. His drool drips everywhere. Neither of you care.

“Good?” you make sure, rubbing your tip against his pouty lips. His lip piercings grind against it as well, moving around so prettily.

Jungkook opens his mouth and begs by sticking his tongue out. He mewls, widening his eyes at you.

“Of course you’re good. You’re such a needy cockslut”, you taunt and drag your tip over his tongue. It hits his lips. You push. 

He mewls and gurgles, struggling for just a second before his jaw shifts into the right position. You push deeper, twisting his hair at the back.

“That’s it. Take me”, you rasp, furrowing your brows. 

Jungkook’s eyelids flutter. His eyes fill with tears. He looks up at you as if you were his goddess. As if he exists solely for you.

“You’re a cockslut”, you taunt.

Jungkook’s devotion grows, he whimpers around your cock.

“But that’s okay. You’re my cockslut”, you add and begin moving your hips. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes back in the most sensual way you have ever seen. He doesn’t close them completely, letting you bask in his fucked out state while you fuck his pretty face. 

You purposefully don’t go all the way yet, fucking nothing more than the first two inches inside. You need him to get used to the sensation before you completely mess him up. 

“You’re so fucking pretty. Fuck.”

His lips stretch and move around your girth. It’s so fucking addicting to look at. His cheeks are flushed. He is panting through his nose, forcing his chest to heave up and down quickly. His almost closed eyes show the white of his eyes. They keep fluttering as he can’t seem to decide whether to open them more or close them completely. 

“There we go. You’re taking me so well”, you praise, scratching his scalp in reward. 

Jungkook whimpers and begins sucking.

“Yeah that’s it. Fuck”, you growl, messing him up even more. 

You noticed that he is sucking. Holy fuck he is so far gone. He closes his hand around the base of your cock and begins bopping his head on your cock. 

“Yes fuck. Suck my cock”, you moan deeply, sliding your hand from your cock to put it into the pocket of your sweats. 

So now you’ve got one hand on the back of his head while the other is relaxing in your pocket as your sweet husband is trying to win first prize for best blowjob of the year. 

He looks so obviously ruined. Body writhing and shaking, thighs trembling, cock twitching and face flushed. While you carry all the coolness in the world, looking down at him with dark eyes. The contrast is fucking biblical. You’ve got him ruined and working so, so hard while you carry his fucking existence in the palm of your hand. 

“You’re doing such a good job”, you encourage him, giving him a throaty moan, “fuck, your mouth’s driving me crazy.”

Jungkook whimpers, spilling tears. He needs you deeper. He needs to choke and gag. He swears that he can taste you (yep he is correct, you are squeezing down on the pump you hide in your pocket, giving him glimpses of what awaits him at the end of it). You taste so good. So sweet. Jungkook needs it coating his throat. He tilts his head back and tries to take you deeper. 

You are girthy, forcing him to gag instantly.

“Take it easy, puppy”, you order him while your fingers soothe through his hair. 

Jungkook gags and chokes, forcing your cock deeper. He convulses, his stomach keeps tensing as he is pushing past his limits.

“Easy puppy, easy”, you warn and yet Jungkook doesn’t listen. 

He is dumb for cock. He gags and gags and gags and yet he doesn’t stop. His tongue throbs and shakes under your cock, his throat aches because it’s difficult to gag so much. His drool is thick, leaking out of him and dripping down his chin. 

“Fuck, you’re crazy. Fuck puppy, that’s fucking amazing”, you growl, feeling your stomach tighten. Honest speaking, this is getting you off so well. You are so into this that you swear that you begin to feel the blowjob. You are so fucking hot between the legs. It grows and grows the deeper he forces your cock to go. 

Jungkook bottoms out. His nose is buried in your pubes, his body convulses uncontrollably as he gags around you. 

“Fuuuck holy fuck”, you moan, scrunching your nose, “you’re so tight. You- ah fuck mhmm.” 

Jungkook shakes. Too much. He’ll throw up. He moves off of you, showing his relief by gagging out a moan. Your cock flops out of him, dripping his spit and your cream. 

Jungkook lets the drool just escape him. It drips down and hits his chest. He opens his eyes, looking up at you with tears running down his cheeks. 

“You’re such a cockslut”, you rasp, “fuck, you almost made me cream your throat right now.”

Jungkook whimpers, writhing as he is trying to learn how to swallow again. He is drooling so much. If he doesn’t want to end up wetting his entire torso with it, he’ll have to relearn how to swallow. He should do it either way. He has to swallow your cum later as well. 

“That’s it. Take a deep breath”, you soothe him, “don’t let me wait for too long though.”

Jungkook mewls something you think is your name. He can’t speak right now. Not only because he is too dumb in pleasure, but also because you’ve ruined his throat. 

He needs more. He tasted heaven and he can’t get enough.

He takes you back inside, concentrating on your tip. He is sucking and mewling around you, sending electricity through your veins. 

“Yes puppy, fuck, keep going”, you moan, playing with his hair. You leak into him again, basking in the needy mewl he lets out followed by eager sucking, “yeah that’s it. Do I taste yummy? Mhm?” 

“Mhm-hm”, he whimpers, crying ecstatic tears. 

“Of course I do. Sluts like you are way too obsessed with creamy cock”, you taunt and grit your teeth, “fuck, you’re such a pretty cockslut”, you growl and close your fingers around his hair. You can’t take it anymore. You need to fuck his face again. 

You twist his hair and push. He gurgles, accepting his fate with fluttering eyelids and his hands gripping your hips. They manage to get a hold of the hem of your sweats and twist. You can feel how his hands are shaking. 

“Relax. Let me do it”, you order him as you fuck your cock deeper and deeper into his mouth, “go on, relax your jaw. Be my good puppy.”

Jungkook mewls and lets it happen. He feels far away. Lightheaded. Weightless. Drugged. There are no thoughts in his brain except the needy begs for your cock. He is utterly and completely yours. His entire existence lies at the very tip of your cock and you are currently giving him more life by fucking it against his tender uvula. 

You don’t go fast. You go slow. You drag your girth over his tongue. You stay at the back and let him gag and gurgle. You make him feel it. He should feel it. Every single inch, every fucking thrust, every second of it. 

Jungkook sobs around you, pulling you closer by your sweats. Once again you are proving to him that you are the best he ever had, has and will have. Jungkook sucked a few cocks in his long life as a bisexual and being a whore in his youth. And yet nobody. Fucking nobody, ruined him as hard as you do. Men are impatient. They get their cock sucked for quick relief. You are dragging it out. You are getting your cock sucked for the sole purpose of breaking him apart. You are fucking his face because you want it fucked. You bulge his throat because you want it reshaped just for your girth. You make him drool and gag and cry because it gets you off to see him so blissed out. 

Jungkook slips off your cock and sobs. 

“Good?” you make sure.

“I’m yours”, he croaks and begins licking the thick veins on your underside. He rubs his face against your cock as he does it, grabbing your balls with his left hand in hopes of squeezing out more of your cream. 

“Yeah you are. Mine. My cockslut.”

“I’m yours. Oh god, I’m yours”, he croaks and sobs. He drags his puffy lips up your cock, rubbing his nose along your veins so he gets all wet and sticky, needing more of it. He reaches your tip. It is covered in cream. Jungkook coughs out a mixture of a moan and a sob. You did what he needed you to do so bad. You are leaking just so he can rub his face in it and get all messy. He whimpers. He sobs. He fights for air. His tongue licks and trembles. His lips kiss and suck. His fingers squeeze and jerk you off. He is covered in your cream. White and sticky. He digs his tongue into your slit and tries to fuck more out of you. 

“So needy”, you rasp and reward him with droplets of your cream. 

He sobs your name, taking your cock back inside to suck out your white treasure. He needs every single droplet coating his mouth. He is yours and he needs to be marked as such. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking sexy”, you moan, feeling your knees buckle. 

You messed him up. Strings of thick cream are covering his face. They stick to his cheeks, his lashes, drag themselves over his nose and stick to his chin. All the rubbing and nuzzling he did messed up his face in the sexiest way imaginable. And now you’ve got his creamed, puffy lips moving around your cock as he is fucking his mouth. 

You tense up, feeling your knees buckling.

“You’re gonna make me cum”, you growl through gritted teeth, meaning it honestly. You’re this close to creaming his throat. 

You twist his hair, broadening your stance.

“I’m gonna fucking cream your throat, puppy”, you moan, eliciting the neediest mewls from him.

He grips you by your ass and pushes your hips into him. You bottom out. Your ecstatic moan overshadows the overwhelmed gags he lets out.

“Fuck. You fucking whore”, you spit and grab his head with both hands. The pump is between your fingers just as his hair is. You twist hard and use the leverage to both push him down onto your cock and keep him still for your angry thrusts. 

Jungkook mewls. Jungkook gags. Jungkook gurgles and convulses as you rough fuck his face to an orgasm. He is crying. He is drooling. He can’t breathe. His throat aches. He can’t take much more all while he is pulling you closer. 

“Get fucking ready. Imma cream your throat so fucking hard”, you growl and fuck his face faster.

Jungkook tugs down your sweats. He is fighting the blurriness. All that helps is tugging and pulling. Your sweats slip down to your knees and drop to your ankles. He gags out a sob, searching for more to grab. He leaves burning scratch marks on the back of your thighs and ass until his fingers finally grab your harness. He twists his finger deep into the straps until his fingers lose feeling from blood loss. And then, only then the face fuck is bearable. Holy fuck, he was so close to completely losing all humanity. He tries to meet your movements, but ends up convulsing in yet another helpless gag.

“Now baby. Fucking now”, you growl and moan. 

Jungkook feels ecstatic. You only moan like this when you cum. Are you actually? He can’t finish his thought because of your creamy cum suddenly shooting down his throat.

He squeezes his eyes shut, mewling desperately as you fill him up with your cum. You keep his head down, moving your hips so your cock is throbbing deep in his throat. 

Holy fuck, he can’t breathe. He is choking on cock and cum. 

“That’s it. Fuuuuck take my cum”, you growl, twitching and shaking as an orgasm controls you. He’s actually got you climaxing. The fucking feeling is biblical. You throw your head back, moaning his name because nothing else wants to leave you. 

And as you cream his throat and float on ecstasy, Jungkook is crying around your cock, tugging at your straps because he doesn’t have many more gags left.  

Your knees buckle. He tugs you off. Your cum seeps out of him without control, he is wheezing for air. 

“Holy fuck”, you croak and fall to your knees before him. 

You cup his face, he twists your sports bra. His throat is so sore. His eyes are burning from crying so hard. 

“Jungkook. Holy. Fuck”, you get out and pull him into a kiss. All you taste is your cum. It fills your mouth and runs down your tongue. You kiss him deeper, sharing the creamy mess with him as both of you moan and lick for more. 

This fucked both of you up. You barely feel human. Your orgasm ruined you. Jungkook is barely a person at this point. He exists for you. You could do anything to him and he would take it with tears of worship. 

“You good boy”, you praise breathlessly, tugging his cock out of his briefs. You kiss him. He is almost cleaned of your cum. Soon you’ll have his taste. You and he are moaning more than you kiss. It’s so overwhelming to be with each other. 

You’re on his lap. You sink down. Jungkook breaks the kiss to scream your name. He shakes and writhes, trying to make sense of what is happening to him with restless shakes of his head. 

“Eyes on me. Eyes right here. Here”, you order him and hold him still with a hand around his throat. His eyes meet yours. He is crying, your cream is still covering his face messily. 

“There we go. Eyes on me. Good boy”, you praise, “you took my cock so well, so this is your reward”, you tell him and begin bouncing on his cock. Your own cock is rubbing against his stomach, smearing remnants of your cum all over his skin. 

Jungkook wraps his arms around you and hides away in the crook of your neck.

“I’m cumming”, he sobs and buries his teeth in your skin.

“Ah geez”, you gasp, feeling burning pain from where he bites you and burning heat as he fills your hole with his cum. You pull him closer, tensing up in paradisiacal pleasure, “that’s it. Give me everything. Jungkook. Ah Jungkook.”

Jungkook didn’t know how bad he needed to cum inside until it happened. He didn’t even know how needy for his high he was until one bounce on his cock was enough to break him. He needed it so bad. This is what was missing to show him true heaven. 

He thanks you for making life worthwhile with aggressive throbs of his cock and his nails leaving scratch marks down your sides. Shit, it’s crazy how you’ll carry scratch and bite marks from tonight even if you were the one in fucking control. But then. It’s an honour. Because every mark, every scratch, every tender spot means that you’ve fucked Jungkook hard enough that he lost control. Those marks? They’re medals of honor and proof that you can play his body like no one else can. 

Jungkook whimpers your name, flinching and shivering as his orgasm stopped and he is left with the aftershock. 

You still your hips because you know him well enough to know the meaning of his twitches. He genuinely can’t take more.

“Good job. You did so well”, you praise him, scratch his scalp gently, “good job baby, good job.”

“Oh god”, he croaks and then sobs into your neck.

“I know baby, I know. Let it all out. You’re my good boy. Such a good boy”, you praise him, holding him safely as he comes down in sobs. Yet another proof how hard you ruined him. 

“I love you”, he cries.

“I love you too, baby. So much”, you whisper and kiss his neck gently, “my Kookie. Yeah, you’re my Kookie.” 

“Oh god”, he croaks, shuddering. 

You hug and sway, you give him little kisses while he gets lost in your scent. You hold each other and heal that way. You share warmth and the sticky state of your skins and it’s the sweetest reminder that no matter how hard you fuck, you’ll always be able to return to comfort afterwards. 

You can really do anything because what follows will always be safety. 

Jungkook lifts his head. You cradle his cheeks, giving him a loving smile as your thumbs wipe the tears from his cheeks. 

“What are you doing to me?” he croaks. 

Your smile grows. 

“That good?”

“You literally fucking own me. Holy fuck”, he says and clears his throat, “I’m sore.”

You chuckle, “yeah, I’m not surprised. I fucked you hard.” 

He grins goofily, leaning into your palm. He closes his eyes.

“I know. Thank you”, he whispers and caresses your inner wrist, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Kookie baby.” 

He giggles and nuzzles his nose into your hand. Then he lifts his head again, gazing up at you.

“Did you like it?” he asks excitedly.

“I loved it. I came so hard.”

“Did you actually?”

“Yeah. It felt so real.”

“Wow”, he exhales shakily. His pupils widen because he is so fucking attracted to you. 

“Did you like it baby?” you ask him.

“Yeah”, he whispers and whimpers, furrowing his brows, “it was so much better than in my fantasy.”

“That’s good to hear”, you scrunch your nose happily, “so I guess we’ll do it again one day?” 

“Yes please. I’d like that so much.” 

“Then it’s decided”, you snicker and kiss his messy nose, “now what do you say to a shower? ‘Cause you are so dirty everywhere”, you suggest as you litter his face with kisses.

“Yeah please”, he sighs, enjoying your love with closed eyes, “snuggles afterwards?” 

“Mhm snuggles and head pats. Also warm tea for your throat, don’t let me forget”, you say, making him giggle. 

“Okay.” 

You and he will clean each other. You will hug and cuddle. Jungkook will kiss the marks he left while you will make him tea he can enjoy as you snuggle him in bed. Truly, life is great when you and he are together.

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laura’s yoongi recs

I’ve been reading fics in here nonstop way before I started this blog. It felt like a sin not compiling a list of some of the stories that I loved and hadn’t gotten around to sharing yet, a few of them safe in my drafts until I was ready to make this.

I will keep on adding onto this list as I keep finding stories I've read before and would love to share with you. Leave some love and appreciation to the authors if you can!

disclaimer: all stories that include mature themes will be labeled accordingly. DNI if you aren’t 18+.

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S E R I E S

please be naked by @floralseokjin ♡ ◦ fuckbuddies au, rebound au, angst, smut, fluff

trip no further by @matchy6812​ ♡ ◦ soulmate au, idol au, humor, angst, fluff, smut

countermelody by @bonvoyagenoona​ ◦ producer and artist au, e2f2l, humor, angst, fluff, smut

grey area by @blushoseoks ♡​ ◦ soulmates au, angst, eventual smut

matilda by @babystrcandy​  ◦ brother’s best friend au, f2e2f2l, angst, smut, fluff

mixtape by @sailoryooons​  ◦ brother’s best friend au, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, smut

carousel by @yoonia​​ ◦ arranged marriage au, ceo!yoongi, angst, fluff, smut

the deal by @untaemedqueen​​​ ◦ drug lord au, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, smut

the songbird series by maia ♡​​​ ◦ mxm, yoonmin au, pirate au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut

ukiyo by sharleena ♡​​​ ◦ mxm, yoonmin au, drug lord au, succubus, angst, fluff, smut

greedy by @xjoonchildx ♡ ◦ mafia au, angst, fluff, smut

so it goes by @prodagustd​​ ◦ fwb, angst, fluff, smut

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lining’s silver by @sketchguk​ ◦ fashion designer!yoongi, artist!reader, fluff, smut ​​

mixtape by @jungblue​ ♡ ◦ podcast personality au, college au, humor, fluff, smut

want a taste? by @suga-kookiemonster​​ ◦ friends to lovers, shopping mall au, humor, smut ​​

cream & suga by @snackhobi​ ◦ holidays au, coffeeshop au, fluff, smut 

first, last and always by @floralseokjin​​​ ◦ exes to lovers, angst, fluff, brief smut ​​

punch drunk by @joonbird​​​ ◦ boxer au, angst, smut

dark side of your room by @sketchguk​​​ ◦ ghost yoongi, familiar au, smut, angst

sweetener by @taegularities​​​​ ◦ former fuckboy au, fwb, enemies to lovers, smut, fluff

sticks & stones by @xpeachesncream​​​​​ ◦ massage au, ex-fwb au, mutual pining, light angst, fluff, smut

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last updated: 10/06/23

note #1: if any fic recommended is in hiatus, the author has yet to update or left altogether, please do not pester them with updates.

note #2: These are not all of my MYG recs! There’s more with extensive commentary from me here and you can find more of my favorites here

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Breed My Alpha | YoonMin

Pairing: Yoongi/Jimin Genre: smut, fluff, mxm AU: A/B/O. Alpha Min Yoongi, Omega Jimin Wordcount: 4,395 Summary: Alpha Yoongi loves when Jimin goes into heat because the omega seems to think he’s actually the alpha and Yoongi *loves* going along with it. Warnings: smut smut smut. mxm, bruh i don't even know how to warn this. it's straight up smut where jimin wants to fuck yoongi. mentions of slick, alpha/omega dynamics. mentions of breeding. smut without a real plot Rating: M / 18+ AN: This took five hundred years to write between the chaos of life, a promotion at work, trying to have a social life, and just being in a ridiculous funk for months. But we did it, folks. We did it. @gimmethatagustd inspired the prompt, and made me a moodboard, and convinced me to join a fest on twitter and now here we are. This is for the omegajiminfest on AO3. Baby's first mxm, first A/B/O and first smut in *months*. thank you to my fave @theharrowing for beta reading and of course beautiful Jai for encouraging me to finish this mess 🥰 Masterlist | AO3 | Twitter | AskBox

The second Yoongi puts his key in the lock of the front door, he can smell it. 

It’s a perfect mixture of mandarins, grapefruit, bergamot, juniper, and rosemary. The combination of his alpha’s and Jimin’s omega’s scents. 

It almost has Yoongi growling. 

“Here we go.” Yoongi mumbles to himself with a smile, slowly opening the door and stepping inside, bracing himself for the next few days

He had been at work, mind replaying the morning earlier when he woke up to Jimin whimpering in his sleep and the undeniable smell of his heat coming. 

He asked the omega if he wanted Yoongi to stay, but he denied him, saying he felt fine. 

He got the voice memo just after lunch. 

“Alpha. Need you. Where are you? Yoongi, need alpha.” He was borderline sobbing between pants. Yoongi could practically hear the way he was rutting against the sheets, looking for any kind of friction. 

Thank god he thought to wear his headphones before playing it. He doesn’t want to know what his assistant would’ve thought. 

Yoongi sent him a text back saying to wait and ended his work day early, telling his boss he’d be out of office for a few days. 

He rushed to the closest convenience store, stocking up on instant meals, snacks, and various drinks. He also made sure to grab a bottle of lube. Omegas don’t need it, producing their own slick, but Yoongi knows his omega mate all too well. Sometimes he asks for specific things an omega generally doesn’t. So he gets the lube, and maybe he’ll give his omega what he wants this time. 

He’s quick to put the groceries away after toeing off his shoes at the door. 

Once complete, he takes a deep breath, his wolf prancing in his chest. 

Omega is waiting. Hurry, hurry, hurry. 

Just to spite his wolf, Yoongi takes his time moving to the bedroom, slowly crawling up the stairs as the omega’s pheromones get stronger. He can hear the whines of his mate halfway up the steps and it only teases his wolf more. 

When he opens the bedroom door, his eyes immediately lock onto Jimin, who, in the time it took for Yoongi to leave for work and come home, had rearranged the bed, turning it into a full-on nest of pillows and blankets. Yoongi had tried sneaking some of his dirty clothes from the laundry into the bed the night before when he had a feeling the heat was coming, but Jimin never liked dirty laundry on the bed or his nest, so they got tossed to the floor.

“Alpha?” Jimin’s voice cracks, head barely lifting to look behind him. He’s on his stomach, wearing only his underwear, clutching the pillow underneath him as he slowly rolls his hips into the bed. 

“I’m here, Jimin.” He stands at the edge of the bed, taking off his blazer and belt, watching his mate try to relieve himself. He can see how soaked his tight briefs are and he has to fight the wolf to do what he wants. 

“Yoongi. It hurts.”

“I know, baby. I’m here now, it’s okay.” His voice soothes as his own pheromones blend with Jimin’s, calming the omega’s anxiousness as he crawls onto the bed on his hands and knees. Jimin quietly whines every time Yoongi’s lips meet his spine, following the moon tattoos up to the back of his neck. 

“You’re so pretty, omega. My beautiful omega.” A purr vibrates through Yoongi’s chest as he nuzzles his nose just under Jimin’s ear, teasing at the scent gland. 

“Please.” 

“Hmm?” Yoongi’s lips curl up into a grin, his teeth grazing over the gland and next to the claim mark he gave him a little over a year ago. “What do you want, Jimin?” 

“You.”

“Me?”

“Alpha. Need alpha’s knot.”

“Oh, so you don’t want me, you just want to use me.” Yoongi teases, licking and sucking anywhere but the scent gland. 

“No!” He tries raising his head to turn to his mate, but the side of his head is quickly pushed back into the pillow by Yoongi’s large hand. Jimin whines at the force, even though it is very light. 

“No?” Yoongi teases, fingers tangling in the smaller’s hair for a moment. 

“Not using you. Need you. Want you. Please, please, please.” He’s almost sobbing, hips lifting to try to meet Yoongi’s crotch with his ass. 

“Okay, okay. I hear you. How bad do you want me and my knot, baby?”

“Please.” He cries, tears falling into the pillow. 

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Need you so bad. So, so, so bad, Yoongi.”

“Ass up, omega.”

God, Yoongi loves how obedient Jimin’s omega is. Outside of heats, Jimin is a brat in bed. He’s constantly going against Yoongi’s orders, not that he gives that many to begin with. But he’s always talking back, trying to take power away from Yoongi. Which, to be fair, Yoongi loves. If anything, he gets more turned on the more dominating Jimin tries to be. 

But Jimin in heat? That’s a whole other Jimin for Yoongi to fall in love with. 

Yoongi’s barely off him before Jimin’s pushing his ass up, settling on his knees and hugging the pillow under him. Yoongi rolls up his sleeves, laughing as Jimin gives his ass a little wiggle and Yoongi can’t resist giving it a quick smack, grinning at the sound Jimin makes in response. 

“That’s my omega. Can I take these off?”

“Yes. Please. Please, please, please.”

Yoongi’s grin grows, teeth showing, as he rips the underwear off, not wanting to waste time pulling the fabric down his legs, and tossing it to the floor. 

Large hands spread Jimin’s cheeks as Yoongi’s chest swells with pride at just how wet his omega is for him. 

“Oh, baby. You’ve been suffering all this time while I was at work?”

Jimin tries to answer, he really tries. But all words escape him, only a loud muffled moan, when Yoongi’s licking directly across his hole. 

If you asked Yoongi what his favorite snack was, he’d say Jimin. And everyone would laugh, thinking it was a joke, an attempt to tease Jimin and make him flustered in front of his friends. But Jimin and Yoongi both know that he’s being completely serious.

The man loves eating ass. Specifically Jimin’s. Specifically Jimin’s when he’s in heat. 

Omega tastes so good. His alpha screams in his chest, encouraging Yoongi to practically devour Jimin, fingers and tongue slipping past his rim to open him up quickly. 

Jimin comes twice before Yoongi decides to give in to his alpha’s demands, crawling over his omega, kissing up his spine and trailing over his moon tattoos. 

“Such a good omega. So perfect.” His voice rasps against Jimin’s skin. 

“Yoongi, alpha. Please.” Jimin whines again, voice on the edge of being broken. 

Yoongi’s quick to get off the bed again, removing the rest of his clothing until he’s naked before crawling back onto the bed. 

“I got you, baby. You don’t have to wait any longer.” Yoongi smirks, sitting back on his knees, his hands lazily sliding down Jimin’s torso to his hips. One hand stays there, holding him tight, while the other lines up his erection to Jimin’s soaked hole, wasting no time in pushing past the rim. 

And Jimin purrs. 

And Yoongi’s mind is gone. 

Omega happy. Omega likes us. More, more, more.

The moan mixed with the purring from the small omega kicks Yoongi’s alpha into overdrive. 

Knot him. Breed the omega. Pups. Need pups. Make the omega happy and pregnant. 

“Fuck, baby.” Yoongi’s voice cracks, wincing from the mix of pleasure and pain from how tight Jimin’s clenching around him. As if Jimin is trying to milk Yoongi for everything he’s got and he hasn’t even formed his knot yet. 

His hips have a mind of their own, pistoning into Jimin at a pace neither is prepared for. Jimin mindlessly pressing his ass back when Yoongi stutters, demanding he keep going. 

None of what Jimin’s mumbling through his cries makes any sense, and honestly, Yoongi is so focused on not coming immediately, that he’s barely paying attention. 

Knot the omega. Our omega. We love our omega. 

Yoongi’s desperate to keep his alpha quiet, but it’s impossible when his omega is splayed under him, begging for his alpha. 

“Alpha— knot. Plea—. Need it.” Jimin’s voice cuts through the alpha’s internal screams, delightfully prancing around at the request. And Yoongi can feel it forming. The knotted bulge around the base of his cock, growing bigger with each thrust and press against Jimin’s ass. 

It’s a heavy mix of praise and begging, whining and growling, panting and gasping from both men until Yoongi’s knot finally pushes past Jimin’s rim, his hole swallowing it completely. 

“Alpha!” Jimin squeaks underneath Yoongi, whose body slumps over the younger’s back, teeth gently dragging along Jimin’s scent gland as a hand snakes its way under the omega, finding his cock and slowly stroking it. 

“Gonna fill you with pups, omega. You ready for me?” His voice gently rumbles against Jimin’s ear who nods quickly, smattering of words of yes, please, and calling of his alpha spilling past his lips. 

Yoongi sinks his teeth into Jimin’s neck, almost perfectly over the claim mark, and with two more short thrusts, growls as his orgasm completely stills him. 

Jimin’s perfectly still as well, save for the bursts of his own orgasm shooting past Yoongi’s fingers and onto the bed. 

It’s euphoric, every time that Jimin’s in heat and takes Yoongi’s knot. When Yoongi’s in his rut, his alpha completely takes over and it’s like watching himself be with his mate. His alpha is feral; claiming the omega over and over, marking and scenting him so any and every alpha, beta, and omega knows Jimin is his omega. 

But when Jimin goes into heat outside of Yoongi’s rut? 

He gets to enjoy every moment. 

Every moan, every whine, every begging word, and every time Jimin clenches around him. 

Which is why he’s slow to release his hold on Jimin’s neck as he presses his hips further against the pliant omega. 

It’s only once he feels his knot go down and Jimin’s stomach feels fuller, that he releases his neck from his jaws. 

“Good omega, you did so well for your alpha.” He purrs into Jimin’s ear, licking over the fresh bite mark, “So so so good. Took my knot so deep, didn’t you?” 

Jimin turns his head to the side, finally showing his face. There’s drying tears on across his cheeks, his lips swollen from biting down too hard. 

He’s beautiful. 

He nods slowly, eyes failing to stay open. 

“Don’t fall asleep yet, baby. I’m gonna pull out and clean you up now, okay? Then we can nap until your heat spikes again.” 

Jimin whines again. But it’s not the omega whine, it’s a “Jimin’s being stubborn” whine. 

“Don’t even.” Yoongi smirks, kissing his cheek and slowly pulling out, hand rubbing his backside through the pain. 

He rushes off to the bathroom, grabbing a warm and wet washcloth and a change of clothes. But when he comes back, Jimin’s fast asleep. Yoongi’s eyes roll as he quietly cleans the omega, not bothering to put pajamas on him, leaving soft kisses where he can. He crawls into the bed and curls around his omega, holding him close as he falls asleep to the sound of pleasant purrs. 

The next twenty-eight hours pass like this. They sleep, Jimin wakes up, heat spiking, and rouses a sleeping Yoongi to wake and give him what he needs. 

And Yoongi’s not one to ever deny his mate, letting Jimin suck his alpha’s cock until he’s hard and ready to go. Or when Jimin takes Yoongi roughly in the shower when the elder is just trying to clean the omega, but the smell of grapefruit and juniper is enhanced by the steam. 

There are moments when Yoongi has to momentarily drag the omega to the kitchen to have food and drink something. Or carry him, bridal style, to the bath while Yoongi changes some of the sheets, letting the freshly washed Jimin be the one to rearrange the nest until he’s satisfied. 

There are many cries of “my alpha” and “my omega” exchanged, Jimin being way more clingy and possessive than usual. It’s all pretty standard and almost routine, but still so sweetly domestic.

Until Yoongi wakes up to Jimin sitting on the alpha’s legs, rubbing his hardened cock against Yoongi’s as his lips kiss along his jawline and throat. 

“Jimin, what are you doing?”

“Taking care of my alpha.” He purrs in response, kissing down his alpha’s stomach, lips just avoiding the heavy cock resting there. 

“And how are you gonna do that?” His words tease, but the tone is adoration. 

“Gonna knot you.” Jimin’s lips leave wet trails on the skin alongside Yoongi’s cock, still just barely ignoring its existence. He nuzzles the space where his hip meets his inner thigh. 

“Oh, really?” Yoongi’s legs inch apart just slightly at the visual. 

Jimin’s quick to nod for his alpha, nibbling the delicate skin until it bruises. 

“Yeah, gonna knot, fill alpha up with my pups.”

Yoongi wants to tell him that’s not how it works. Jimin is an omega, there’s no way he can form a knot. 

It’s physically impossible.

But, fuck, does Yoongi wanna see Jimin try. 

So he parts his legs further, giving Jimin permission and access. 

“You better open me up first so I can take it. Your alpha can’t take a knot like you can.” He runs his fingers through Jimin’s hair, the omega looks so fucked out already, but so excited at the same time. 

“You’ll take my knot so well.” He purrs again, his ass wiggling in the air. Yoongi knows that wiggle. That’s the omega presenting, waiting desperately for his alpha’s cock. 

Yoongi’s wolf is screaming at this point. 

Omega wants us. Omega is ready.

Nope, he’s going to ignore it. Tonight, Jimin is the alpha. Yoongi is the omega in heat, waiting to be bred. 

Yoongi only recently started letting Jimin play alpha in bed. He knows of alphas mating with their own sub genders, but he’s never taken part. He’s only ever been with omegas and only ever topped. 

But along came omega Jimin, who one day with a shy smile and a soft dusting of a blush, asked if he could go down on his alpha. Yoongi thought Jimin just wanted to give him head, so when he agreed, he was confused by how excited Jimin was. 

Sure, Jimin gave mind blowing head for a moment, but his tongue eventually dragged its way past his balls, lifting them out of the way to the small rim of muscles, making the alpha jump, his fingers pulling at the omega’s hair. 

It took some convincing from Jimin, but Yoongi eventually gave in, letting the smaller of the two eat him out, eventually introducing a finger. Yoongi will never forget how it felt the first time Jimin fingered him. The way his toes curled, the hand not tangled in Jimin’s hair gripping the sheets as he tried to relax more. 

That’s the furthest they’ve ever gone with it, though. Yoongi’s been too nervous to actually bottom for Jimin; or rather, his alpha’s pride felt threatened. So Jimin would only ever get a few fingers in, massaging his prostate with them while his other hand squeezed his growing knot, making Yoongi have the most mind numbing orgasms every time. 

But today feels different. Yoongi can feel his alpha screaming, but he ignores it. He wants this. Wants Jimin. 

“Don’t make me wait, omega.” Yoongi growls through gritted teeth as Jimin leaves small bites on either side of his inner thighs. 

“I’m not an omega.” Jimin glares, daring to pout at Yoongi who just smiles, running his fingers through the smaller’s hair.

“Of course, I’m sorry alpha.” Yoongi bites back the teasing grin, shifting his hips. Jimin purrs in response, face nuzzling against a fresh bite mark on his hip. 

“Good alpha.” Jimin smiles, lightly kissing the mark.

“Me alpha, or you alpha?” Jimin looks up in response, annoyed at Yoongi’s question. It makes the older laugh, “Baby, I need to know how this is going to go. Don’t be mad. Am I alpha or omega?”

It’s like he can actually see the gears turning in the omega’s brain as he tries to figure it out before he finally responds with a quiet, “My alpha…”

“And you’re alpha, too?”

“Your alpha.”

“Sounds good. Now, come on, alpha. I need you.” 

Jimin smirks in response, delicate fingers wrapping around Yoongi’s cock and giving a gentle squeeze. Yoongi’s chest rumbles, a groan ripping through his throat. 

Jimin wastes no more time, wrapping his perfect lips around the tip of Yoongi’s cock and sucking, his tongue pressing against the slit to make Yoongi’s squirm. 

“Jimin-ah…”

He doesn’t get a response in the form of words, just Jimin lowering his mouth down around the alpha’s erection. He stops just shy of where his knot would form and the tip hits the back of his throat. Yoongi’s fingers tangle in Jimin’s blonde hair, tentatively pushing his head down further. 

Yoongi’s words are muffled in his moans, but it’s when Jimin’s finger teases at Yoongi’s hole that he has to fight off his alpha, who desperately wants to flip Jimin around and sink as deep into him as he can go.

“No teasing, alpha.” Yoongi growls in warning. Jimin’s eyes glance up at him, moving his mouth off Yoongi’s cock and smiling at the way Yoongi’s biting his bottom lip.

He hovers back above the alpha, small hands wrapping around Yoongi’s wrists as he slowly moves them to sit on the pillow above Yoongi’s head. Yoongi’s quick to understand the silent order, tangling his fingers together as if his wrists were bound. 

“Be good for me.”

“Always.”

Jimin’s omega preens at the obedient alpha, shuffling back down and spreading Yoongi’s legs more before licking his hole. 

“Jimi-ah—.”

Jimin hums in response, taking that as a sign to not hold back. 

And while Yoongi loves eating ass, Jimin’s mouth is designed for it. 

It drives Yoongi insane. His alpha howling at the sensation. 

Jimin uses the moans and growls to push forward, tongue diving past the ring of muscles and working him open.

“Jimin.” His voice cracks, and Jimin glances up, giving the alpha a pointed look. 

It takes Yoongi a second to click what he said wrong.

“Alpha,” the omega smiles at the correction, kissing the sensitive space between his balls and hole. Yoongi tosses his head back into the pillow, continuing to fight his alpha, “Chim, you know I can’t produce my own slick, I have lube in the drawer.” 

He managed to remember to bring the lube to the bedroom after drawing a bath for Jimin last night and letting him rest by himself. 

Jimin’s head perks up further, eyes finding the drawer in question. Yoongi bites back a laugh at the way Jimin quickly crawls away from Yoongi and to the drawer, pulling out the small bottle of lube.

Yoongi closes his eyes, willing himself to rely on his senses and holding back his alpha, giving himself completely to Jimin. He hears the click of the bottle opening, the almost obscene squelch of the lube being squeezed onto Jimin’s fingers. He hears Jimin crawling back into position, and feels the way his free hand slide’s up Yoongi’s thigh, as if to warn him of what’s coming. 

But he’s not ready for the cold shock of the lube, hips bucking up and away at the contact of fingers pressing against his hole. 

“Cold.” He’s quick to breathe out. 

“Never liked lube…” Jimin mutters, slowly pushing two fingers in and curling them up. Yoongi hisses at the sensation, relaxing immediately at how Jimin somehow always manages to find the perfect spot to press. 

“I don’t have slick. This is how it’ll have to be, Jimin-ah.” His eyes are shut, but he can hear the way Jimin’s hand leaves Yoongi, quietly playing with the lube between his fingers. 

The wild thing about relying on the other senses by depriving oneself of one is those other senses get amplified. Which is why when Yoongi mentions slick, he can smell the slick coming from his omega. He can feel the way Jimin repositions himself. Can hear the way he reaches behind himself to gather up his own slick.

This time, when Jimin presses his fingers in, it’s a lot easier, almost warm, and Yoongi has no time to process that it’s Jimin’s own slick being used as lube before he’s bucking his hips up when Jimin’s fingers curl inside. 

Jimin works him open, mixing the lube with his own slick to get Yoongi open enough. 

“Doing so well, my alpha.” He praises absentmindedly, eyes focused on the way his fingers spread Yoongi open. 

Yoongi can’t respond, how could he? He can only let out soft sounds of pleasure until Jimin is crawling back over him, delicate kisses trailing up his skin. 

“Fuck me.” 

It’s said out of breath, desperate, needy. 

Jimin nods, a shy smile flashing across his face. 

Jimin covers his cock in more of his own slick and a small amount of lube (he really hates the stuff) and positions himself between Yoongi’s legs. 

“I love you, alpha.” He whispers it against Yoongi’s lips, not giving him a chance to respond when he pushes the tip of his cock in. 

It’s hot open mouth breaths against one another as they’re both gasping at the feeling. Jimin’s inside of his alpha. He’s fucking Yoongi for once. 

It feels too fucking good. 

Jimin gives Yoongi a moment to relax once he’s bottomed out, soft kisses on his lips, cheeks, down to his throat and scent gland. 

“My sweet alpha. Doing so well.” He praises, running his tongue along the gland, both scents intensifying around them. 

“Knot me, Chim. Please, fuck me.” Yoongi’s voice falters, hips lifting to try to meet Jimin’s and make him move. His hands are gripping the pillow tight. He wants to destroy it to avoid touching Jimin. 

Jimin presses him back down, hand gripping the older’s hip to keep him in place, and pulls out until it’s just the tip. He starts out slow, getting Yoongi adjusted to the feel and the stretch until he’s practically begging for more. 

“My perfect alpha. Gonna knot you. Breed you. Fuck you so full of my cum. My beautiful alpha.” 

Yoongi can only cry out in pleasure, hands finally ripping the pillow above his head, finally grabbing Jimin to bring his mouth to his in a sloppy and needy kiss. 

It’s when Yoongi purrs that Jimin officially loses it. 

“Present for me.” It’s a simple instruction, a basic command Yoongi has given Jimin countless times, yet it makes Yoongi’s mind hazy as he rushes to comply. He feels so empty when Jimin pulls out, desperate for Jimin to fill him up again, he gets to his hands and knees, ass straight up in the air. 

“Good alpha.” Jimin purrs, hands grabbing at the flesh of his ass and watching the way Yoongi’s hole flutters for him. 

“Just for you, alpha.” Yoongi whines into a not destroyed pillow, cursing when Jimin pushes back in. 

“You take me so well, baby. So fucking perfect for me.” A hand slides up and down his back as he fucks him like it’s his only goal in life to bring pleasure. 

Yoongi whines, pleasure intensifying and making it hard to stay coherent as he takes everything Jimin gives him. 

He doesn’t even notice when Jimin pulls him up to just his knees, one hand around his torso, the other on his hip. He leaves wet kisses along his neck as the alpha leans his head back on Jimin’s shoulder. 

“That’s it, alpha. You wanna come around my cock? Let me knot you and fill you up? Make you mine?”

“Please. Jimi—oh fuck. Please.” His words are broken, the intensity of his orgasm building as both of Jimin’s hands reach for his cock. One hand squeezing the base where his knot should be forming while the other teases the tip mercilessly. 

“Come for me, alpha. Let me feel it.” His whispered command breaks the alpha, crying out, body shaking but not falling as Jimin keeps him close, milking his orgasm from his cock. It’s the most intense feeling, hands around his sensitive cock while being fucked so deep at the same time. 

He fucking loves it. 

“Fuck I’m coming, too.” Jimin quickly latches his teeth into Yoongi’s neck, right on the scent gland. He pistons into Yoongi a few more times before stopping suddenly, finally coming deep inside. 

It feels so good, so intense, Yoongi comes a second time. It’s not as intense, a small aftershock orgasm, but it’s so fucking good that they both fall forward when Jimin is done. 

The room is silent, save for the two catching their breaths, until a soft giggle comes from the omega. Yoongi turns to his side, Jimin falling to his opposite side to face the alpha. 

“What?” Yoongi asks out of breath still. 

“Thank you.” Jimin whispers, “for letting me do that. I know your alpha must’ve been fighting you the entire time. I know my omega was.”

“It was. But, it gave in at the end. Felt too fucking good.” 

“Yes it did.” Jimin giggles and Yoongi's alpha feels so damn proud. 

“I think it broke my heart, though.” Jimin smiles, half-moon eyes showing and making Yoongi smile in return.

“We’ll take today to rest and make sure. I’ll take care of you, baby.”

“Shouldn’t I take care of you?” He pouts and Yoongi has to give the full gummy smile.

“No, baby. I’m fine.”

“But the alpha should take care of the—”

“I’m okay, Chim. I promise. If anything, we can take care of each other. Okay?”

“Bath”

“Let’s nap a little first and then, yes, we’ll have a bath together.”

Jimin nods in agreement, pushing his body forward until the two are cuddling and his face is buried in the alpha’s neck. 

“I love you, Min Yoongi, my alpha.”

“I love you, Park Jimin, my beautiful omega.”

#kelly posts #kelly writes #yoonmin #yoongi x jimin #fic: breed my alpha #jimin x yoongi #a/b/o dynamics #idk what to tag this as idk #alpha yoongi #omega jimin #yoonmin smut

[nightswithkookmin]

ANOTHER TUKTUK ANALYSIS PT 4

Okay this is more of a discussion. Feel free to join in.

Will keep it brief.

Jungkook is shy. That's not exactly groundbreaking news. What's groundbreaking to me is the why he gets shy and the context within which he acts shy.

Scenario 1: JK walks into a room full of board directors and his cheeks tingles. We can chalk it to his inner koo. Shy at heart from day one. Awkward kid who don't know what to do with himself in a crowd of people.

Right?

But I'd go a little further as to say it's his self awareness and self consciousness rearing it's head. Given the power dynamics between him and this crowd I'd say he's feeling a little judgemental of himself, worried because he has to impress these people while also trying not to say anything stupid or out of touch. He's literally reading the room and adjusting himself to it.

Now typically this is what I think goes on whith him when he has to perform infront of a crowd or in any situation that requires him to put himself up to be judged and to be the center of attraction.

Scenario 2. He walks into a room full screaming fans and he acts shy. Now this time the power dynamics is almost equal. Unless he has reason to believe not eveey one in the audience is a fan, he should feel more at ease perhaps a little nervous but he's not judging himself or worried if he slips he's gonna be judged in this space.

But then suddenly, his cheeks go pink and shy koo rears his head.

Usually I'd assume it's because he's thought of something silly or even naughty and while he finds that amusing his subconscious takes not of just how inappropriate or shameless his thoughts or actions are.

This is usually the case when he is filming an interview and he says something scandalous like preferring sexy outfits to casual fits or admitting he's into something very niched.

His shyness in such instances is usually as a result of him exposing a vulnerable aspect of himself perhaps unwillingly and feeling abit judged about that. He's showing us the real him, his desires no matter how questionable we think it is. Yet it's his truth.

Again this happens when he flirts with a certain member, gets lost in a moment, or when the member expose a truth about him.

So yea, while Koo is naturally a shy boy there's more to him and more to this shyness.

Take his recent shy moment at the premiere for example. It's easy to tell it was probably because he was self conscious about the way he was dressed and particularly that hair do. I wouldn't say he wasn't confident about it, more like he thought it all a big joke. Tae probably teased him about his looks on their way to to carpet and I'd bet he made a few jokes about it himself.

But then, like the goof ball that he is he decides it's not his problem. Yall will have to deal with it.

No biggie.

But I was particularly fascinated by Tae's interactions with him in that moment. I've seen edits of him bumping into Jk and JK asking him what- Korean style. And the interpretation is that kook is shy, Tae clocks that he's shy and bumps into him to check on him.

Now that's sweet and all cos if I had a friend I would want them to cater to me in a time like that. And certainly more so if I was with my girlfriend- I mean boyfriend, just in case Jimin is reading this. Sire for you I'm straight and perpetually single finger hearts.

Tae kook is an interesting duo. I like watching their interactions a lot because I learn more about Kook that way. I like seeing both him and Jimin interact with different people just to see how unique their bond is as a pair.

Plus, Tae kook are great visuals.

As far as aesthetics go, I like seeing Tae with Jin, Tae with Kook and Tae with Jimin or some times Namjoon.

For Kook, I like seeing him with Jimin or Namjoon or Jin.

And for Jimin- honestly I like seeing him with anybody.

That's as far as looks go.

Chemistry wise however it's always going to be Jikook, vmin, minimoni, taejin, yoonmin, Sope, Jin-jimin. Chilee hopemin too💀

Jimin tends to be present with each member such that it renders each of his ships unique. Be it him being a friend and at times dongsaeng to Namjoon or a hyung to Jin.

And while the Maknae is always DEE Maknae of the group, it's interesting to watch him step up and dominate in certain ships.

And I get irritated sometimes when he's constantly babied and taken care of and not allowed to be JUNGKOOK- The man of many a teenagers dreams.

This JUNGKOOK.

The one who takes care of Bam and brushes his teeth, and takes him for a walk, and cooks for him and his friends and holds people's hands and leads them out of the airport.

The cook who puts people to bed and tuck them in and scolds them when they make mistakes and is caring and nurturing.

And it's obvious this side of him pops up more often in certain dynamics than others.

And I know I get ridiculed when I scream about Vmin- but yall just don't get it. One day you will. Jimin caters to Tae. He takes care of Tae and as strong and powerful as Tae is I actually enjoy watching him let his guard down and allowing another person take care of him😔

But I just don't see this in Tae kook. So it's really difficult for me to sing their praise sometimes. I want Jungkook to be his own man and I want Taehyung to be less guarded and broody. Yet Tae is always catering to Jk, babying him- which is not a bad thing really but it is frustrating to watch him give give give when sometimes Jungkook don't even want or care what he gives him.

We heard this man say on Soop how he offered Jk his friendship, for him to treat him like an equal yet Kook insisted on keeping his boundaries with him.

Someone bumps in to you to console you thinking you are feeling nervous and your response is Whuh??

Are you kidding Me?

And their shippers are glamorizing this? Like yall should be concerned💀

It is nice that Jk was posting him on his IG, throwing out invites to members and having him go over to his place. It's nice to see them actively work on their relationship together and maybe as time goes on we will see Kook going to Tae's home, asking him to stay for a chat, cooking for him, checking up on him on the red carpet to make sure he's doing alright too, saying thank you and warming up to him when he takes care of him and not treat him like a bro and friend always taking things for granted and not being fully present with him.

Their dynamic feels awfully one sided. Even when things are going well with them it still feels that way. Tae puts in so much effort, feels open and willing to give. And I see why Tuktukkers tend to hate on Jungkook or why Tae stans don't like him.

Remember when they went nuts because Tae tried to hold his hands at kbs studio and Jk ignored it cos he was I think trying to catch up with Jimin? Brains foggy on the facts a bit but yea. That happened.

Why can't they just understand these two are just friends and Jungkook don't even like Tae like that? He's just not into him. Sorry. Not even a little bit.

This reminds me of the live they did when they were doing arts and crafts and Jungkook's whole body was turned away he was almost out of shot.

Listen, don't think he doesn't know sometimes he's paired with Tae just to please an audience. Don't think he don't know. In fact don't think none of them don't know when they are required to fan service it up.

Most times when he acts like he doesn't want to be there, it's because he doesn't want to be there💀

If all you have for proof of chemistry between them is how Tae acts towards Kook then boy or boy are you in for a rude awakening. Check in with both ship captains if you want to be sane.

Wont lie, as good as they look visually, their interactions can be painful to watch sometimes. And mind you, I'm not being biased here. There was a time I didn't want Jikook to hug each other at all cos it always pissed me off how awkward their hugs were.

Their interactions were so awkward sometimes, Jimin had to literally prompt Kook to act natural around him. Kook used to act as if Jimin was a ticking time bomb and would go off and expose them any minute. These days he is the ticking time bomb Jimin has to watch out for. Totally unhinged.

Kook is not good at faking his feelings. And you see that play out most times in his interactions with Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung.

I like watching Namjoon nurture and mentor Tae, I like seeing Tae with Yoongi and I like seeing Jimin baby him.

Vmin is not real but at least their affections are mutually reciprocated- most times.

[dearweirdme]

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/735811451636367360/are-jikookers-rewriting-history-taekook-was-the

This is gonna singe some jkkers ass hair but the truth is that, outside of a handful of fanfic shippers, jikook only took off when BigHit started editing out Taekook moments and highlighting Jikook moments. I've been here since the beginning so I saw it all. Jikook were not even on the water. Nobody was checking for them.

I think at that point, JM was being heavily shipped with Yoongi and Taehyung because...we got more content. Like if content is the determining factor then Yoonmin were having a loving love affair at one point.

Taegi even had a brief rise up for a hot minute for the same reason. We were seeing more Yoongi and Tae and less JK and Tae but my beautiful fantasy ship (🥲) simmered out when....drumroll please, we stopped getting content 😏 BigHit weren't showing it and we weren't seeing any signs of yoongi and tae spending time together outside of the company airplay.

So like a normal person, I stick to fanfics and memories for my Taegi fix and acknowledge that this ship sails only in my heart and my head. Jikookers, when will you?

JM stans didn't even like JK too much at the beginning because they accused him of being cold and jealous of vmin and not giving JM the attention fans felt he deserved and vminnies felt like he was third wheeling vmin.

JM stans were foaming at the mouth at one point because JK literally pushed JM off him and he hit the wall real hard. They were calling for his resignation, lol.

If you look at the hotel video where the three of them are playing. JM is sitting between Taekook and while he's talking, he is platonically slapping their thighs for exclamation and JK is not happy about it....(and this is after the festa where he makes a point of caressing Tae's thigh like he's won something after Taehyung tells JM to stop doing it in his confession letter)

It's worth noting Taehyung was not the slightest bit bothered by JM slapping his thigh, btw 😉

And jokers can write shit about how 'oh, its just coz they got closer, taekook drifted apart' but then I need y'all to answer me why we were still getting moments of Taekook being pretty damn close that BigHit clearly didn't want to put any shine on? We had to go looking for them, but they were there.

At first, jokers decided to play their ship as an enemies to lovers trope with JK being the tsundere but there were too many TK moments to deny and they realised that whatever they claimed for their ship, they'd have to acknowledge for TK plus more and they didn't like the idea of JM being the backstabbing, boyfriend stealing bestie or JK being a flip flopping cheat...so they decided to rewrite history instead and just take all the moments they used to shit on taekookers for (and some of those theories were crack induced, I gotta admit) and force them to apply to their ship.

Literally every Jikook theory started as a Taekook theory first. They raided the whole house and took everything; legit shit and the garbage too.

They're trying to bring fanfic to life. I think there's some projection and self inserting going on there too or something.

They feel like if JM 'wins' JK, they win too because JK wasn't always as nice to JM as he could have been.

But people who have been here since the beginning know that it's always been Taehyung for JK and jkkers feel it personally because they've put all their chips on JM 'winning' JK over in as absolute a way as it gets. That's why so many of them turned on Taehyung.

What do y'all think jokers are so mad for? 😂 They know the deal better than Taekookers at this point.

...Taegi though (😪) we could have had it all.

Hi anon!

Well.. they’re already pissed.. so posting this won’t really make a difference 😂.

You know what I found really interesting? How we got quite a few Tkkrs kinda shifting into shipping Tae and Goff. It came at a point when Jk was getting criticized about being cold, dismissive, and whatnot towards Tae while we were getting little Tkk content and saw Tae together with Goff more often. That feels similar, though I wasn’t here when BTS started so I don’t actually know what that was like(😭😭😭 forever sad about stepping in so late).

Jkkrs have a lot of bending and mending to do. They very often contradict themselves and are reading into situations like crazy (😂). Just this last year they went from ‘they’re laying low for the military’ to ‘taking a courageous step together’, from ‘they can’t control themselves around each other’ to ‘they’re adults ofcourse they can behave themselves in the army’. On the one hand you have jkkrs claim ‘jk is a painfully shy introvert’ while on the other hand ‘jk has to protect Jm’. Not even mentioning how many Jkkrs actually thought they broke up this year because nothing made sense anymore.

Things will never make sense to them, because what they expect to find just isn’t there.

#straws #taekook #ship analysis #you must’ve loved Tae at Suchwita anon!

[5and3nevermind]

Yoonmin Run Ep Project: Week 3

This week, we watched two episodes: BTS Next Top Genius Parts 1&2. Unfortunately, I’m sick (just a cold, but I’m a wimp!) so this post will only cover part 1. I’m hoping I can get to part 2 in the next couple of days.

Previous Yoonmin Run Ep posts:

week 1, week 2, details/schedule

Anyway…in part 1 of Next Top Genius, we see the guys play a card game and then…the cat ears! First of all, can we take a second to appreciate how cute they all looked?

The cat ears are almost like a lie detector test. They monitor brain activity and move according to what the wearer is feeling. (Here’s a brief explanation.)

Which brings us to the big ym moment from this episode:

So, let’s think about this for a minute. Jimin’s ears betrayed him here! He was trying to keep a straight face while listening to Yoongi talk about his pink I Need U era hair. But thanks to the cat ears, we know that Jimin was feeling anything but neutral during this conversation. Those ears are objective. They aren’t shippers or non-shippers. They don’t have an agenda. So, to me, this is really interesting because it suggests that what Jimin wanted to express and what was happening in his mind were two different things.

And then there’s the issue of Jimin’s reaction! He got so flustered when the ears moved, even though Jimin’s feelings/thoughts weren’t an issue in the game at that moment. The task at hand was to decide if Yoongi was lying. So, if Jimin felt like he’d been exposed a bit by the cat ears, it wasn’t related to the game itself.

When it’s Jimin’s turn to compare his face to a type of fruit, Jimin enthusiastically says that yes, he does have a fruit face. Yoongi is quick to chime in to verify that this sounds truthful.

🐱: “He does that sometimes. There are moments when he’s obsessed!”

I’m not exactly sure what Yoongi is saying here. Does Jimin often compare himself to fruit? Or does he often talk about how cute he is? Either way, Yoongi is talking about Jimin’s typical behavior/habits with a great deal of familiarity.

And he’s informing people who already know Jimin quite well.

Interesting, right?

I’m going to leave it here for now, but I’ll be back to discuss part 2. Here’s what we have to look forward to:

Update: week 3 part 2

#yoonmin #run ep ym #next top genius ym #2022

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tell me how it got this way | masterlist

summary: you've finally got your life together. you're a successful author. yoongi is the best friend you've ever had and his boyfriend is endlessly supportive. your not-relationship with jungkook is stable and easy. your initially uptight editor namjoon has relaxed. everything is good. until your former best friend hoseok walks back into your life 5 years after The Fight. and now you've got to figure out how to move forward. pairing: jungkook x f.reader, hoseok x f.reader genre: friends to lovers, fwb to lovers, est. relationships, love triangle, found family (kinda) | angst, smut, fluff | non-idol!au rating: explicit, minors dni warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of past trauma (brief), angsty fights, fwb relationship, smut (see chapters for specific warnings), side yoonmin, hoseok was kind of a dick, one night stands, lots of talk about relationships in all forms word count: ~40k (completed) chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six

#btscarnivalnet #kvanity #btswritersclub #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts x you #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenarios #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #hoseok imagines #hoseok angst

[theangryjikooker]

I still see more closeness with JIkook then TK. I use TK since they're the ones used to try & dismantle Jikook. TK's live yesterday. Honorifics across the board from both V & JK. Hyung will take the blame & You'll rarely catch JK leaving off Hyung with V. In the brief moment JK mentioned JM, no honorifics & in fact its more rare for him to use them with JM, then not to. I'm not saying JM's JK's BF, but if V is, why would he drop so easily with JM, who he's "not close" too & never with his BF V?

I'm not intentionally trying to play devil's advocate, merely supplying different possibilities to consider, but there are Korean (married) couples who still maintain honorifics amongst each other, but I think 반말 gets used more often these days. My point being, it's not really a good example to prove closeness or lack thereof because there are exceptions.

That said–and this is just my personal observation, and Tkkrs would certainly think otherwise–I haven't seen anything between Tkk that could be considered questionable. I've seen them be consoling, doting, or playful, but I don't see anything charged there. And I'm not one to shy away from pointing it out if I see it, but to be fair, it's not like I'm constantly consuming Tkk content to begin with.

The occasional tension that has been observed between Jikook doesn't happen as often with any of the other members that I've seen. I've maybe seen it in Yoonmin (but one-sided), Vmin (on occasion), and Jihope (but it's more overpowered by the fact they've been roommates for such a long time and just generally vibe together in a traditional hyung-dongsaeng type of relationship, rather than the one we see flipped between Jikook).

#TAJ asks #anon submission #jikook #kookmin #bts shipping

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Sollicitus | Mare Altius Quam

Pairing: Yoonmin x Reader

Summary: After several months adrift in space, alone, your ship is pulled onto the planet of Marmoris.

Genre: Alien!au, Angst, Fluff, Poly!au (is that a thing?)

Warnings: Religious Themes (Not human), Violence

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 5.5k Words

A/N: how’s everyone doing? Long time no see :) I apologize for the wait! I have a story plan, but I was actually thinking about how to execute this chapter in the least confusing way, as it delves more into Marmoris’ history.

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      As you drifted off to sleep, you felt yourself floating. Darkness clouded your vision as the world sank away. You hoped it would be a peaceful sleep, but Marmoris had other plans for you. 

      A dark abyss. You were floating in the cool waters of Marmoris. It was an ocean that felt so familiar, yet so foreign. A brief, fleeting, memory of sand and fresh salt-tinged air encapsulated your mind. But the cold waters of this planet you now occupied seeped through. The colors of this water were darker, more potent, as if primed with energy. 

      A woman, with milky blue skin swam from the deep. Her faint outline was glowing with an aggressive presence. She looked unlike anyone you had seen in modern day Acatalepsy. She had a crudely crafted spear in one hand and her webbed feet were elongated as she swam right past you. Braided into her hair was an ornate set of corals and shells of creatures unknown to you. She let out several clicks from her mouth. Behind her, an army of men and women followed. As you were dragged along their current, you felt a pair of eyes on you, and you could tell because you had felt invisible until the hairs on your neck stood up. 

      A younger woman was in the crowd, blending in, but your eyes were drawn to her. For some reason, she had a glowing golden light emanating from her very skin. But no one seemed to notice, and she herself did not seem to have a care in the world. Everyone’s eyes were dead set on a glow in the distance. 

      “What are you doing here?” A voice, one that contained a mixture of many voices, said behind you. 

      You whirled around in the dark ocean. It was the same young woman, although her eyes were a soft glow and her hair held a crown of glistening gold spikes. She tilted her head, the previously faint glow burning brighter. Your wide eyes gave way to the pounding of your heart, but you were somehow acutely aware that you weren’t meant to see any of this. “I…I don’t know why I’m here, to be completely honest.” 

      “Hm.” She observed you. “A human?” 

      You nodded uncertainly. 

      “You don’t look so human in this story, young one.” It felt as if many voices were pushing through to say the same words; barely understandable but terrifying nonetheless. 

      The woman smiled and showed off her pointed teeth. When you looked down, you could see yourself glowing with a faint white outline and to your shock, your arms were covered with markings, thin webbing between your fingers and toes. 

      “What-” You started, dumbfounded, but her icy grip turned you back towards the story unfolding. The glowing light in the distance was no longer distant. It was now right in front of you, and it was no simple ‘glowing light.’ No, it was an ancient city of Acatalepsy. 

      “Just watch.” Her voice, a single, feminine tone, whispered in your ear. 

      And so you watched. You watched as the beings from the deep swam and easily marched into the cave of Acatalepsy. The buildings were not grand, in fact, even the palace was short and barely bigger than a normal Acatalepsian building of the present. 

      “Vitska.” The woman leading the charge barked to the glowing one. 

      Vitska, the golden glowing woman, stepped forward. 

      “Go, find the king.” The woman’s raspy voice clicked and screeched through the air, yet you were able to understand them perfectly, as if you were a born Marmorian. The woman handed Vitska a polished pearl sword. “Bring him to me and I will separate his head from his neck with great care.” 

      “I will, my liege.” Vitska grasped the sword and marched towards the palace. Her simple clothing was made to move and flow in the ocean. Now, the delicately woven shells and leaves dragged against her glistening wet skin. 

      A man sat on the throne. His feet were bare, but he wore a similar skirt to Vitska. His chest was uncovered, showcasing a set of gills and markings most similar to those you had seen on modern day Acatalepsians. Most notably, his skin was illuminated by a faint blue glow. As she entered the room, her face seemed to drain of color. This could not be the man that did this to her people. It just couldn’t be. She blinked a few times and you wondered if she could see the aura around the man.

      “Sortkol!” Vitska shouted, but her clicks and shrills seemed to be music to the man’s ears. He slowly rose and walked toward her. Not you.

      “Vitska, you know this is not the way.” Sortkol clicked. Then, as if seeing his light blue glow that emanated from his body for the first time, her eyes truly widened. She knew that this was not her enemy at all. Still, she held her ground.

      “It became the way when you banished my people to the deep.” But as Vitska charged towards him, the ground shook. When the ground shook, the whole battlefield seemed to go silent. Both Sortkol and Vitska looked around cautiously. The woman with the shell crown ascended the steps towards the palace, seemingly going to fetch her prize. Behind her, Acatalepsy was drowning. 

      Vitska grabbed Sortkol’s arm. 

      “We must run.” Vitska announced. “I do not know who you are, or why Marmoris wants you alive, but we must go.” 

      Sortkol needed no other explanation. Marmorian’s trust in the sea, in the planet, far outweighed any trust in the people around them. As the two disappeared from sight, the scene melted into a ripple of water in an endless abyss. 

      “You wonder why I saved the man I sought to kill?” Vitska asked, now sitting cross-legged in front of you. She appeared to be in the same state as the vision now. The golden glow was muted and her eyes were white as if she were a bottom dweller once more. 

      “It makes no sense.” You whispered. 

      “You humans are quite stubborn, hm? You set your mind to something and you cannot fathom going against orders, especially ones that come from inside, right?” She clicked unhappily. You could imagine her with a cup of tea right now and the image would be perfect. 

      Vitska shook her head in a deep sigh. “My dear, you are not the only one to be plagued with visions from our planet.” 

      “Plagued?”

      “Sleep well, dear. Do not fear the past, fear the present.” 

       You woke in a cold sweat. When you closed your eyes, Vitska’s glowing ones were imprinted in the back of your eyelids. The feeling of being submerged made your ears pop uncomfortably. You rose slowly, swinging your legs over the bedside and gingerly stepping onto the freezing floor. A glow caught your attention. You walked over toward the vanity. 

      Staring at your reflection, you felt panic rising in your throat. You were glowing. Your skin was glowing with a slight white hue. You could hold your arm up to the words written on the side of the vanity and read them in the darkness of the room. Were you going crazy? You blinked a couple times and the glow faded away. With a shaky sigh, you made your way out of the room to start the day. 

      Living on Marmoris could not be described as even close to the torture you felt drifting alone in space. Arguably, you had more mobility in the vacuum of space, but on Marmoris you had company. Not everyone knew your language, but you didn’t think they should. You mostly tried to blend in, ignore the fuzzy feelings in your stomach, and search for ways to get off the planet, hopefully home. You just didn’t belong on Marmoris, as much as the planet seemed to want you to stay. 

      A few weeks had gone by and your daily routine consisted of: waking up, eating with the members of the high council, and exploring the city. Of course, not all members of the council were there at once. Most had duties and some you didn’t see for days on end. For instance, Hoseok liked to connect with the more rural farmers, so he was often gone for a few days a week to check on them. His campaign to bring the farmers’ voices to the table had shaped the culture surrounding food in Acatalepsy. 

      As you rounded the corner to the dining room, a week after your strange dream, you were halted in place. In front of you sat two men, Jimin and Yoongi. But each was glowing a faint hue. Jimin shined in gold and Yoongi in blue. Did you mention it to them? Something told you that you shouldn’t. Maybe it was your suspicions left over from the dream or your guilty conscience telling you that you had made enough trouble already. You sat down to eat and easily slurped down the kelp soups and chomped into the strange fish. The food didn’t taste so foreign to you anymore. 

      It was another quiet morning in Acatalepsy and one by one the members of the high council filed in and out. The dining hall was soon deserted with just you and Taehyung left over. Taehyung finished his soup and instead of simply standing to leave, he stood and took a chair across from you. 

      “Tell me your story.” He said simply, but his intentions were unclear to you. After being safely housed in Acatalepsy for the past several weeks, there was nothing that should have led you to believe any ill intention. However, his sunny smile had never convinced you that he was a trustworthy character. 

      “It’s a long one. Our…passenger ship,” You winced internally at the lie, “lost power inexplicably and then everyone killed each other, leaving…me.” You shrugged nonchalantly. 

      “That must have been tough.” 

      “Yeah that’s one way to put it. But I’m here now and that’s all that matters.” 

      “I suppose it does.” His eyes narrowed skeptically and he stood officially from the table. 

      From around the corner, Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook stood talking. Originally, it had been to address Hoseok’s travels to the rural factions of Acatalepsy, but now it had turned to their new visitor. Yoongi leaned against the wall, cast in shadow, while the other two stood across from each other. The older man had his arms cross as the youngest spoke softly. 

      “It is strange how this human seems to coax so much information out of us, yet we know little about her.” Jungkook pointed out, his brows furrowing with suspicion. 

      “Well, I did read once that Humans have a peculiar problem with showing their emotions efficiently. They like to wait until half their lifetimes to show any true part of themselves.” Jimin chided softly. 

      “Hm, isn’t she around middle of her age?” Jungkook scoffed. 

      “Isha.” Yoongi glanced to the side and then fixed Jungkook with a hard stare. “She is still in the first quarter of her lifespan. She does not look like the pictures of middle aged Humans, yet.” 

      “My bad, I didn’t know that I needed to know every little thing about such an invasive species like Humans. I suppose it was only a matter of time, huh?” Jungkook spat with vigor as he turned away slightly. 

      “She is not an invasive creature!” Jimin clicked unhappily. 

      “Well, she isn’t a guest either.” Jungkook finished with a low rumble. “It’s about time we stopped treating her like one.” 

      “Itskol!” A new one, muttered by Yoongi. It was something reminiscent of the human word Asshole. “You are being insufferable.” The eldest man frowned. “She is lost and confused. She has no way off this planet and back home and we have no way to help her.” 

      “You seem awfully compassionate for someone who hates Vita. You have come to care recklessly for the creature.” Jimin suddenly added and Yoongi’s eyes flashed a sense of betrayal that ran deeper than just a simple comment. 

      “If you confront the creature know that I warned you against it, Jungkook.” Yoongi said lowly. “Your fallout will be more shocking than my hatred of Duende.” 

        Jungkook was a vigilant guard, and that wasn’t just because of his strength. No, the man was certainly stronger than most, but it was his keen awareness of others around him that raised him above his peers. He was well-trained to sense intent before action, but with the arrival of a human…well his world was upside down. 

      You were a logistical nightmare for him. He couldn’t stand it. It was hard enough keeping track of the all too eager younger children roaming the streets, but now he had a very curious human in the mix. And this was a creature who most certainly couldn’t survive a rogue encounter with any deep sea creatures. 

      Your curiosity struck him, yes, but it was the way you carried yourself that had him on edge. Jungkook found similarities in the way you walked and the short, clipped, sentences you spoke, with a general or commander under his watch. You reminded him of himself. There was a darkness behind your eyes that spoke of an experience far from being on a ‘simple passenger ship.’ 

      He was on watch for one of the most treasured markets of Acatalepsy. It was started by Hoseok about 100 years or so before when he was a simple fledgling Marmorian. Hoseok had already shown an affinity to agriculture and working with the local farmers at the ripe young age of 130. It was typical for an Acatalepsian to do a work study after school. Hoseok, contrary to the Acatalepsians who wanted to follow Sortitio in the pursuit of public health, like Jin, wanted to help in the rural areas. 

      While Hoseok floated happily among the people, pointing out fresh hyacintho fin and viridi tructa, your stiff form stuck out. Despite slipping through the crowd with ease, you still couldn’t blend in. He wasn’t sure if that was due to the nature of humans or a consequence of training all too familiar to him. See, he was starting to figure you out, but what concerned him more was that he was starting to understand you.  

      If what he believed was true, then he should have every right to be suspicious of you. It just didn’t make sense that you hadn’t figured out a way off this planet by now. As he looked out at the bustling life of his people, his mouth went dry. If your military came and razed this city to the ground, it would be his fault. It would be his fault for bringing you in without another thought. 

      But in the end, his life didn’t truly matter–he was only to be used as a shield for Acatalepsy’s survival. He had no problem sacrificing and putting himself in danger, but he did have a problem with putting others in danger. As time went on, the others got less suspicious, but Jungkook…no, he only got more so. 

      “She never relaxes.” Jungkook pointed out softly as he observed the marketplace. The man standing next to him shifted uncomfortably. 

      “I had noticed that.” Namjoon mused, but his voice had a more introspective tone filled with wonder, less suspicion. 

      “Well, does that not concern you?” 

      “Perhaps only for her own health.” Namjoon thought for a moment and then dipped his head. “She is still very much away from home and struggling.” 

      “Struggling?” Jungkook repeated incredulously. “We give her everything. Food, water, a place to sleep, and insight into our culture.” 

      “And yet it’s still all very new for her.” 

      “I disagree with you, Namjoon.” Jungkook finally put his foot on the ground, a move that surprised the elder councilman. “I disagree with your decision that ‘no one is looking for her’.” He mimicked the older man’s voice, which visibly displeased Namjoon. 

      “You have a lot to learn, fledgling.” 

      “You are being an Isha.” 

      Before Namjoon could retort, the younger had stormed away, presumably to retire to his quarters for the day. Jimin had now appeared at the market, having to gently push away people seeking his clarity. Echoes of will my mother survive? To give me strength, holy one filled the perimeter around him. He was so young to have such a heavy burden. Meanwhile, Yoongi lingered menacingly in the back. Unlike Jimin, people gave the second in command a wide berth. 

      You were simply enjoying the marketplace. The delicately crafted shell necklaces and seaweed parchment stood out to you. Skirts, roughly hewn but made with purpose, reminded you of your dream. The woman with glowing golden eyes pressed into the back of your mind. 

      Your eyes lingered on a red fluorescent ring. You felt a presence and heard footsteps that were only discernible to a trained ear like yours. Unlike past times on Earth, however, you weren’t fearful of the presence. It was familiar, like a soothing current of water and the smell of salt unique to Marmoris. 

      “Would you be interested in learning some of our history?” Yoongi asked.

      You turned to the man, resisting a smile. Yoongi and you were quite alike, you thought. Both of you felt like outsiders, in more ways than one, and Yoongi was even disliked for his differing opinions on Duende. 

      “History?” You had yet to tell any of them about your dream. It was like there was a voice in your head whispering don’t do it. Save it. I will tell you when the time is right. And you were sure it was just in your head, but it felt like a voice whispering in your ear; an eerily feminine voice with glowing golden eyes, “I would love to learn more.” You responded finally and Yoongi shot you a pleased smile.

      You assumed it had been a while since someone foreign needed to learn about their history. And not just foreign, but of another world entirely. 

      “Follow me.” Yoongi guided softly and when he touched your hand to lead you away front he marketplace, a familiar jolting sensation passed between your fingertips. Yoongi’s mouth instantly went dry. This was a familiarly unfamiliar situation; one he’d heard of and had described to him multiple times, but one he’d never experienced. It seemed impossible that Duende could exist in a creature not of Marmoris. 

      First Jimin, now Yoongi. It made no sense to you what this pleasantly surprising feeling was. The sensation was similar to warm water washing over your body, stretching from your fingertips to your heart. In contrast, Jimin’s had felt like a warm buzz of energy. As if you were being embraced by a cup of coffee. Both weren’t unwanted, but their effects had been different. 

      “Strange.” Yoongi mumbled, acknowledging the feeling, but like Jimin, he did not address it further with you. Fine. Two could play at that game. 

      “What is?” You asked, playing dumb, as he walked towards an older building at the end of the marketplace street. 

      “Nothing.” He brushed off your question. 

      The building was made of stone sunken into the walls of the cave. It was the first building you had seen up close that looked to be carved out of the cave. Yoongi watched you touch the cool stone. 

      “You know, lots of people say we shouldn’t take advantage of the cave by carving into it like this.” Yoongi chuckled a little. “But they don’t realize that this was already here.” 

      He went up to the dimpled surface of the rock and pressed his hand to it. He leaned in close and pressed his cheek against it. He whispered a few words, his eyes fluttering closed and he breathed into the pores of the cave’s stone. A stone door slid open to his left. 

      You felt your mouth hang open awkwardly. “You just….whispered into a stone wall and it opened?” You gawked as he walked into the space. 

      “You have to accept the history of this place. It is a sacred tome to Vita and Sorititio. It is where the lovers reunited in death; a symbol of history that is perhaps not as glorious as the words of our elders.”

      You nodded to his words. You were not a stranger to glorified history. You had been taught that the planets Humans were conquering were simply being ‘saved’ from themselves and that your species had to right their planet. But your species had reshaped each planet to home humans, driving away the original inhabitants. Humans had considered Marmoris impossible to colonize, though, the planet being all water, of course. 

      “Come on.” Yoongi motioned for you to follow as he stepped into the dark space that opened. 

      You took a step towards the door, but the door suddenly slid closed. You saw Yoongi’s eyes widen in surprise and his yell was cut off. You pressed a hand to the place where the door just was. It was seamlessly in place again. The stone was slightly warm. You couldn’t hear Yoongi. It was like he had been swallowed by an abyss. 

      “Yoongi?” You shouted against the stone, but there was no answer. Embrace our history and we will show you the way. The voice was deafeningly loud in your ears. Your eyes widened. The voice boomed from behind you, but when you turned around there was no one. Show us you are ready. 

      The sound had you falling to your knees and you braced yourself on the wall. From afar, Jimin watched you. He knew a Duende event when he saw it, for he himself heard these voices as well. It was always best to leave a person undisturbed when these events occurred. But he could imagine you were confused. He found his fist clenched, his mind subconsciously praying for your wellbeing; to have strength. 

      You rested your forehead against the wall and pressed both hands to it as well. You thought back to your dream, which was now striking you as quite real; a reflection of a bloody history buried no so long ago. The way Vitska looked at Sortkol with such fear, the way she spoke to you in many voices–soldiers long passed. And it struck you just how wondrously, and deeply, hidden their true past was. 

      “I’m ready.” You whispered to the stone. “I’m ready to learn all of your history.” 

      You felt a warm sensation in your heart, as if it were beating out of your chest. Then the warmth moved down your right arm and transferred to the stone. The heat spread to your right and a door appeared, glistening white. In the doorway, you saw a glowing figure beckoning you in. 

      “You wish to learn our history? I will show you our history.” Vitska announced, her voice booming through the cavern, yet everyone in the marketplace seemed unaware of your plight. 

      You stepped through the door. 

        Yoongi was nowhere in sight and the glow had faded to a pitch black as you made your way into the museum. A case stood to your left, Vitska’s old battle skirt displayed and behind it was a ghostly image of her charging into battle with the skirt’s rings flying desperately around her. It flickered between the war torn city and a younger Vitska, a child really, with a weapon twice her size. 

      She sliced into rock, but the image flickered again and showed her slicing into a Marmorian. The image moved in slow motion and you absorbed her facial expression. It was one of determination and grief. 

      “I do not know why my mother wanted to retake Acatalepsy, but I was raised to capture the king since birth.” Vitska’s ghostly body had disappeared and now you only tracked her through her steps lighting up in front of you in the darkness. “I cannot say I loved Sortkol, but a certain amount of trauma does bond a person to another, hm?” 

      “Vitska, what happened to you two when you fled?” You questioned her softly as you took in more ghostly images of battle and bloodshed. The blue blood of bleeding Marmorians was somehow more disconcerting than the red blood that leaked from human wounds. 

      “Us?” Vitska suddenly appeared to your right and in the blank void of this sacred site, you could barely see her face. “Well, we swam the deep until we came across the beating heart of Marmoris.” She paused and you stopped walking as another image appeared. A young Vitska and Sortkol stared in amazement at a glowing light in the distance. 

      “It is a hundred miles below you right now.” She whispered. “This is where we returned when we died,” 

      “And it is where we will rest now.” A deeper voice rung across the dim space. 

      A man with shifting marks across his body appeared. His arm wrapped around Vitska’s waist and you instantly knew him to be Sortkol. In the hollow scene behind them, two glowing lights raced through an ancient Acatalepsy amidst the fighting. The city was drowning, water from a restless planet sloshing through the caves. 

      Then suddenly, the fighting stopped. Everyone was looking up as the glowing lights, one gold and one blue, raced through the streets and exploded in an echo that reverberated around the cavern. Two figures in glowing light appeared over where you were standing in the present. One exploded in golden light and new algae formed, covering the cave in a luscious greenery. The other slammed a hammer to the ground, shaking the stalactites from the ceiling. 

      Marmorians from everywhere in the city slowly sank to the ground, pressing their foreheads into the stone. The figures, pleased, disappeared into dust. 

      “Marmoris’ beating heart was dying.” Vitska guided you to a glowing circle, “And we gave our lives to replenish it’s life. The time is coming for a new life source. I wonder who it will be.” She mused.  “I know you have been missing home, so I will give you strength.” 

      You touched the circle and the world exploded. Lights, colors, sounds, and people you had never seen before filled your head. Smiles, celebration, glittering crystals. Kisses on cheeks and weddings. The beach. The rough waves, sand, and people shouting. 

      People. People without stripes and swirls, people who looked like you of every color and size. A warm sun and cold, gray, rain with cities towering into the clouds and small cottages in the countryside. Laughter. You realized suddenly, that Vitska had given you a gift incomprehensible to anyone but you.

      Home. 

       You opened your eyes and a sob tore out of your throat. The woman watched you and you were glad that when you met her eyes they were not pitiful. 

      “Stand, young one.” She commanded and you felt compelled to do so. “I am sorry.” 

      And those words had you clutching your chest. How you longed for the warmth of the sun, and for a moment you had it. 

      “Please.” You whispered and she knew what you wanted. She gently grasped your hands and you felt her as if she was real. She pulled your hands away from your heart, where you were desperately saving the last bit of the sun’s warmth. 

      “I cannot give you any more or you will become corrupt. Use this as strength and drive.” She pressed a hand to the wall and a door slid open, revealing the marketplace through a swirling picture. “Go.” 

      “I can’t.” You whispered. And for the first time since you arrived, you found yourself stuck in place, unable to move from a fading glowing circle. 

      “You must.” and her hands pushed you towards the door until you were face to face with the swirling image. You could see Yoongi staring into the doorway with concern, but his looked past you, as if you were see-through. 

      “I will see you soon, young one.” Vitska said and her voice reminded you of your mother’s. 

      You took a step through the image and when you stepped back onto Acatalepsian’s pavement, you felt your legs wobble. Yoongi was quick to catch your arm as the door shut. 

      “I was so worried, what happened in there?” Yoongi breathed, but you just shook your head. Some things were better left unsaid. You wouldn’t even know where to begin. 

      “I can’t-I can’t explain it.” You choked and you cleared your throat, straightening. The city seemed to thrum under your feet, a beat you hadn’t noticed before. The thrumming helped you get your bearings. 

      Yoongi took in your words and seemed to understand what you meant. 

      “Let’s get you to rest.” He prompted, but you waved him off. 

      “No, no. I can’t sleep.” You didn’t want to see Vitska again. 

      “Are you sure?” Yoongi asked, but you had started to walk away from him. He watched you go with uncertain eyes. 

      You shoved your way through the crowd, in a daze. How had the sun felt so real? Oh, how home was so far away yet so close. You could almost grasp those library books, feel the smile as you laughed with a group of friends. The sand between your toes. You curled your toes. No sand. 

      As you turned down an alleyway you hadn’t discovered, you heard heavy footsteps behind you. The heavy footed nature of a soldier. God, you just wanted to be alone to mourn your home. You could now understand Vitska’s grief stricken face as she battled for Acatalepsy. 

      “So you were simply adrift in space?” Jungkook chirped behind you. 

      You turned, too cross with Marmorians to try and keep up a careful facade. “Mhm.” You hummed with dissatisfaction. 

      “No other motives to your mission?” His eyes darkened and you felt your heart sink. Even as you tried to keep up your lie, you could tell at that moment that he had you figured out. 

      “what makes you assume I had a mission? I was aboard a passenger ship.” 

      “Definitely.” He chuckled, but his fingers curled and flexed uncomfortably. 

      Your eyes drifted to his hands and then to his arms, tensed and ready. Was he scared of you? It made no sense. Unless….he thought you had called reinforcements. 

      “How did you figure it out?” You stated, trying to be light hearted about it. 

      “I know the tactics.” He stated simply. “You don’t want to be perceived as a threat in a foreign planet where you are outnumbered.” He shrugged a little. 

      “But how do you recognize military from another species and planet?” You asked incredulously. 

      “A well-trained soldier can always recognize another of its kind.” His expression softened and his eyes trailed your tensed fists. He didn’t want to escalate anything in a place so close to the public and without the other councilmen knowing, so he backed away slowly. 

      You watched him as he slinked back into the crowd, but even once he was gone you could feel a piercing stare. 

       “What are you doing awake? I thought humans need a, uh, certain amount of sleep.” Namjoon drifted towards you. You sat, thinking, at a well that led into the abyss of Marmoris below. The glowing algae glistened like a thousand stars. The feeling of home that Vitska gave you had long since passed. 

      “We do, but I am suffering from a bit of insomnia.” You said nonchalantly. 

      Namjoon blinked and tilted his head. “I see.” 

      “I wish this was easier.” You mumbled and Namjoon stepped closer. He gave a questioning look and you waved him over to sit. 

      “I know you will probably reject my advice, seeing as I am of another species,” He started. 

      “Go ahead.” 

      “Sometimes one has to be okay with finding a home within themselves, in situations where they do not know the way.” 

      “What do you mean?” 

      “I hope you do not mind hearing a bit of my boring story,” 

      “I do not.”

      “Well, in the crowning ceremony of a High King, they must undergo a trial set by the head Duende. This has passed down for generations. You must spend three nights in the deep and if you come back alive, you are claimed the rightful king.” Namjoon mused and you found yourself truly acknowledging the man in front of you. “My father was quite sick. He had the Languorem before we knew much about it. When he died,” He muttered a quick prayer, “My brother was thrust into the ceremony with little preparation. It is safe to say he never returned.” 

      “And you have no idea where he went?” 

      “It is hard to say, but I spent many years praying to Vita to take care of his soul.” 

      You were surprised when Vitska’s voice whispered in your ear. Through all these stories you had heard of people praying for Vita, you only now heard her voice responding to their pleas. It was a faint whisper that seemed to get louder. 

      You reached over and held his hands. “I am sure he is well taken care of, wherever he is.” 

      Vitska’s words rung in your ears. I have taken care of many souls, but none as gentle as his brother’s. 

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[astaenomy]

I can go anywhere I want, just not home.

Min Yoongi  x  Park Jimin Drabble

Aged-up Yoonmin, Canon Compliant

inspired by: my tears ricochet by taylor swift

"Yoongi-hyung" A soft voice calls him, a voice that used to lull him to sleep now seems deeper as the years have gone by.

"Jiminie." Their eyes met and their memories together come crashing back like waves. He has been lost in the sea of what they once had even after all those years and now seeing him again he felt like drowning. "What made you drop by Seoul?" Yoongi adds trying his best to sound so nonchalant.

"Jungkook and Taehyung invited me for a drink tonight so I decided to drop by here to see how things are" Jimin explains looking around the older's studio. The soft light of his studio caresses the younger's skin as nostalgia etches his skin settling down to the bones that he so desperately tries to forget.

"Oh okay. I hope you enjoy" Yoongi says giving him a brief smile.

Silence.

The deafening silence cages him in the burning room of his mind. His body was burning, breaking down, tearing apart all the seams. The burns it left lives on his skin like birthmarks as if it was a souvenir from the ghosts of his past.

"Hyung" Jimin calls, his calming voice still having the power to bring him back from his trance. Yoongi sees the way Jimin plays with the wedding band on his ring finger, bringing Yoongi back to the sad reality.

People have always believed Yoongi as someone cold and hard-hearted, but he knows, deep down, he has a heart because he felt it breaking inside his ribcage.

"You should come by Busan sometimes, the kids miss you" Jimin offers "Sure, I'll bring sugar with me" Yoongi answers as Jimin smiles at him, but it hurts. Yoongi feels his chest heavy and hollow all at once. It was as if he was longing for the comfort of the past to erase away the present.

Grief.

Can you grieve over someone who's still living? Since the day Jimin walked away from his door grief has always sent him love letters. Grief kisses him good night making their past much brighter in hindsight. He drowns in his own denial as loss has its hand around his throat and he struggles to breathe, crying for air until his tears turn ricochet.

"I hope you are doing well, hyung" Jimin says as he walks to the door and Yoongi follows.

They are once again engulfed in silence until the younger turns around and his eyes are filled with care as if he genuinely hopes for Yoongi's well-being ─ maybe he does, for the younger's heart is big, but sadly, it was not big enough to leave a space for him.

"Are you happy?" Jimin breaks the silence, slightly tilting his head.

They say we are the architect of our own sadness, but why can't he find the exit door?

He just wants to go home, but he can no longer do that for home is not four bricked walls, home is crescent eyes and sweet smiles. Yoongi feels more of a stranger than a resident in his house because home is never four bricked walls, home is warm arms and soft giggles.

"Are you?" Yoongi asked as the younger's face lit up.

Home is something he can no longer return to.

"Yeah, I am." Jimin lets out a breath as his smile got wider. Yoongi can see that there's no vein of lie underneath his dashing smile thus he smiles too because he's happy as long as Jimin is.

"Then I am too"

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[attackonbangtanfics]

┆彡 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ┆彡

type : jimin x yoongi, yoonmin synopsis : the more time that yoongi and jimin spend together, the closer they get... but will they allow themselves that luxury? status : ongoing. rating : pg-13. a/n : i'm getting more and more invested with this yoonmin fluff! tell me i'm not the only one... this has also been posted on my ao3, if you'd like to see it on there, as well.

𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄. ˎˊ˗

TRIGGER WARNINGS : nothing but cute stuff.

Yoongi was almost late to the studio. Again.

His morning was him just repeating the same process he had the morning before but amplified. He should've learned by now that drinking iced coffee closer to bedtime was bad since he was so affected by caffeine, but he couldn't give it up. Unfortunately, he had woken up a bit too late that morning and didn't have the time to go and get said coffee before he met up with Jimin at the dance studio.

This made the male even grumpier than he normally was.

When he walked into the room, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Jimin standing there with a cup of iced coffee in his hand and a bright smile on his face. He had to admit that his smile was contagious because it was causing the corners of his lips to twitch and turn up slightly of their own volition.

"What is this?" Yoongi asked softly as if his eyes had suddenly failed him.

Jimin's smile slowly faded, but transformed into something a little more devious than before.

"This? Oh, well, I figured that you must have liked this drink since you were sucking it down yesterday like it was your lifeblood or something. So... I thought that I should buy it for you since you're helping me out."

Manager Sejin cleared his throat from behind Yoongi as if coercing him to take it and the sound made Yoongi's eyes roll, his head turning to look over his shoulder to him. "Thank you so much, eomma. I can handle it..."

With his head facing back to Jimin, he walked forward to stand in front of him and then gently took the cup from him; their fingers touching briefly as he did. His eyes widened a bit when he felt slight electricity from it and then let his gaze rest on the other's for a few moments. "... Thank you, Jimin-ssi."

The radiating smile returned and he nodded his head once, his dangly earrings bouncing in the process, and he hummed a bit. "Let's be casual with one another from now on, yeah? I think we'll be spending enough time together to fully get to know one another... I don't want to be all business."

Doesn't want to be all business? What does that mean? Yoongi's mind was reeling. He knew that Park Jimin was a professional and it showed whenever he danced and with how he composed himself, but this was new. Usually, those that pianist worked with didn't care too much to become casual with him since their time together was much more brief. He stared at the male with his mouth agape for a few moments, his brain seemingly having short-circuited and it made Jimin giggle a little. "Was that not a good idea?"

"O-oh... Um... Yeah, sure. I mean... Pff. Whatever." Yoongi mumbled and tried to brush it all off like it meant absolutely nothing to him when in reality, he was giggling like a little schoolgirl deep down inside.

He shoved the straw of his iced coffee cup into his mouth and drank its contents aggressively to get himself to calm down. Jimin had a feeling that he was putting up a front and it caused a satisfied grin to appear while his arms crossed over his chest.

Taking a seat on the bench of his piano, he set his coffee on the ground by his side and then cleared his throat while purposefully keeping his eyes off of the little hellion in the corner. Who knew that he could be a flirt?

"Okay, Jimin-ah. Get into position." He internally kicked his ass for thinking of the double entendre that entered his mind at that moment and honed in on his keyboard even more.

Jimin thought about making fun of the other, but he seemed to be suffering enough at his expense, so he decided that he would finally enter professional mode for the rest of their practice. He didn't think that it would be so difficult to keep his head on straight while working with Yoongi, who just so happened to be one of the most attractive men he had ever seen.

This could be a problem.

After hours of practice, Yoongi and Jimin decided that they would finally take a break. It was almost time for them to leave, anyway. Finishing off his coffee, Yoongi sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his hair while letting his eyes "casually" wander over to the other. It seemed like they kept stealing glances at one another after that moment and during the rest of their time in the room. It was almost distracting, but they managed to focus on the music for the majority of the time.

At the end of the night, Jimin decided that he wanted to sit with Yoongi on the bench in front of his keyboard while he plucked at the keys a little, so they could play it together. He may have picked up a little bit about the instrument from childhood lessons. They sat close to each other, and Jimin couldn't help but lean in a little closer. Yoongi could feel Jimin's warmth against his side and it made his heart race. He knew that he was testing the limits.

Jimin noticed Yoongi's gaze turn to him and smiled, feeling a flutter in his stomach... he wasn't sure if it was him enjoying himself or if maybe he was a little freaked out by the sudden closeness. As they played together - him on one end of the keyboard and Yoongi on the other - Yoongi's fingers brushed against Jimin's as they met in the middle. The small touch sent shivers down Jimin's spine. He couldn't help but blush, hoping Yoongi wouldn't notice.

But Yoongi did notice.

He felt a tingling sensation at the touch and couldn't help but smile to himself. He wanted to touch Jimin again, to feel that spark between them, but he planned on holding back. These feelings couldn't be wise. It may have been a subtle game, but they both knew what was happening. When they finished practicing, they sat back and looked at each other. Jimin's eyes were shining, and Yoongi's heart was racing. They both knew there was something between them, something they couldn't ignore but had to. For now.

"Thanks for choosing me to do this with you, Jimin-ah," Yoongi said, his voice a little hoarse.

Jimin smiled, "Anytime, Yoongi-hyung."

After they packed up and went their separate ways, Yoongi got back into his car with Manager Sejin and had him drive to the KBBQ shop that had become a weekly hangout spot with him and his closest friends. He didn't know what to do with all of these feelings so he thought it best to just drink, eat, and have fun with his friends to unwind for the night. Luckily, they were all there by the time he arrived.

"Yoongi-ah! Finally! We're starving, hurry up!" His Jin hyung whined and it caused Yoongi to roll his eyes fondly as he neared the table, sitting down beside him now and nodding his head to the other two that were across from him.

"Aish, then eat! I didn't tell you to wait for me!"

The table laughed together and started passing out the meat to each other, Yoongi focusing on pouring soju into all of their shot glasses. It was such a relief that he had these friends who still wanted to see him every week and hadn't gotten sick of him yet, making a small smile appear on his lips as he sat in thought. This action evoked a response in Hoseok as he noticed the smile, raising an eyebrow at the sight of it.

"Uh... Yoongi-hyung, are you alright? Something about you seems different."

"Yeah, come to think of it, you like kinda happy?" Namjoon chimed in with his mouth full of Samgyeopsal, hissing at how hot it was on his tongue.

Yoongi glanced up at the two and straightened up a bit in his spot, making a face when he realized that they noticed so quickly. He should've known better than to think that they wouldn't see it on his face. It wasn't often when he showed his emotions, but whenever he did, he had a very hard time hiding it lately. The older he got, the more difficult it was to upkeep his poker face.

"Do you guys know who Park Jimin is?"

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[justanotherstarlightmonger]

The Yoonmin Anon

Chapter 7 and I’m laying on the softest cloud! You really have a knack for making me fall more and more in love with them and this story 😭😭😭

Even though Yoonmin’s secret make out session was brief, it didn’t lack any steaminess or prevent my heart from skipping a beat. I was practically the same as Y/n, a shy tomato lol XD

Them telling us to stay and Yoongi thinking that we fit right in with them got me feeling all warm and fuzzy. Oh, and Jimin calling us little one, I can’t, so precious! 🥺🥺

Their dynamic is already forming such a strong bond and I’m living for it, gahhh 😩❤️‍🔥

Scooch over, I wanna be on the cloud too! 🥺

I am still shy over the Yoonmin scene which is funny coz Make it right has FILTHY scenes yet a kiss had me blushing this time around.

Ohhh and about their dynamic, since OC finds much more ease being around Yoongi, there's alot of character growth coming in the next chapter heheheheheheheh yes I have it written

Ps: Now that we're here SCREAM ABOUT SUCHWITA WITH MEEEEEEEE 🥳🫢🫢

#asks #answered #my yoonmin anon #feedback #fic:piece of peace

[temptaetions]

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pedophilia

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[bangtan-legends]

QUEEN hello! I was wondering if you can help me find this fic where jikook were engaged but he puts his ring in his coat to meet yoongi then they break up but eventually they marry in the future? THANK YOU 💖💖💖

hello!!!💕💕

are you perhaps talking about this fic?

sober (the drinks are talking loud) by usaginoona

I hope that is the fic you were looking for!!! if not tell.me so I can look more :D but I do recommend reading that one too if it's not it. it's really good.

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[5and3nevermind]

Yoonmin Run Ep Project: Week 7

This week, we watched episodes 81 & 82 from 2019.

Ep 81 moments:

- Fond:

- Standing close:

- Jimin says he feels nauseous and Yoongi says he does too. It looks like Yoongi is rubbing Jimin’s back here. We only get a very brief look at it and then there’s a cut:

As you can see, Yoongi was mostly cropped out of this sequence. (Look at the vlive logo for reference. He’s barely in the shot at all.)

- Talking quietly in the background:

Ep 82 moments:

- Yoongi suggests that they push Jk while he is taking his turn in the VR game. Jimin finds this funny. I love Yoongi’s little smile in the third pic. He always seems so pleased when he makes Jimin laugh, which is lovely.

- The guys are scared of the game and Yoongi comforts Jimin by standing close and holding his arm:

- Yoongi and Jin have to do one last game, an escape room, and Jimin puts his arm around Yoongi:

Schedule and links to other run ep posts

Cute gif set of the moment

Another angle from the behind the scenes (!!!)

#run ep ym #run ep 81 ym #run ep 82 ym #2019 #yoonmin

[taekookficrecs]

missing you 

by rosixquinn (( 1/1 | T | 3,777 ))

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