#jimin x yoongi

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Shadow | myg x pjm (m)

❀ Pairing: Faerie!Guard Yoongi x Faerie!Prince Jimin

❀ Summary: Yoongi’s life has been sworn to Jimin’s since the moment he was born. He was bred, crafted and trained to be Jimin’s shadow, his greatest protector. Jimin loves just how much Yoongi can never refuse him.  

❀ Word Count: 6,539

❀ Genre: Dark fantasy

❀ Rating: 18+ anyone discovered to be interacting with this content under 18 will be immediately blocked from this blog.

❀ Warnings: Explicit language, toxic relationship, allusions to abuse, references to Jimin hurting Yoongi multiple times in the past, references to Yoongi only existing for Jimin, references to Jimin’s masochism, power dynamics, predator/prey, chasing, sadism/masochism relationship, rough sex in the literal dirt, Yoongi being referred to/treated like an object, blood play, biting/licking, spit play, humiliation, pain play, orgasm control, unprotected anal sex, fingering, dom/sub dynamics, bottom Yoongi/top Jimin, Jimin threatens various types of bodily harm to Yoongi, Yoongi Has Zero Self Preservation sometimes, there is reference to Jimin cutting a chunk out of Yoongi previously Ed Gein style, allusions to subspace and subdrop if you really really squint, zero aftercare. This content is marked as Dead Dove.

❀ Published: August 20, 2023 (originally)

❀ A/N: This is a repost from Hali After Dark that was done as a filled request and is a part of merging the few selected items I had there, over here. I will not make a habit of moving any other mem x mem works over to this blog, but because this was a requested item from a mutual, I didn't want it to vanish when I deleted HAD. I DO NOT DO TAG LISTS FOR DD CONTENT.

❀ A/N 2: If mem x mem isn't your thing - literally just don't read it. It is that easy. This is not me being a shipper - it is fiction and I do not believe in shipping people in a real-life setting. Thanks.

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

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Yoongi doesn’t want to be here. The breeze has an icy bite to it, filling the boughs of the trees with wind as it sweeps through the forest. He pulls his cloak tighter, dragging his gaze around the shadowed wood. This late in the evening, everything is cast in an eerie black-green light. There’s no sign of anything worth hunting, which Yoongi told Jimin several times. 

There’s no telling Jimin no. The prince is as stubborn as he is vindictive, a lethal combination for Yoongi who has grown up at his side. The more Yoongi says no, the more Jimin says yes. The more Yoongi tries to use reverse psychology, the worse Jimin makes it. 

Jimin is a prince with gluttonous tastes. He likes to take but never give, to force but never ask. As a child, Yoongi often wondered what had to have been wrong with Jimin to make him this way. As an adult, Yoongi knows that Jimin is far more complex and haunted than the prince would ever reveal.

Still, nights like tonight remind Yoongi that he is often the subject of Jimin’s attention. Being sworn to him has always meant that Yoongi’s life was Jimin’s to own and command. He just didn’t expect the prince to enjoy it so much. 

“You’re mad at me,” Jimin sighs, looking over at Yoongi. “Why are you mad at me, Shadow?”

Yoongi grinds his teeth. Jimin is the only person who manages to get under Yoongi’s skin. As Jimin’s personal guard, it’s his duty to protect the prince at every moment, against every enemy, and at any cost, including his life. What he had not anticipated was most of the threats made to his well-being came from Jimin himself. 

He looks Jimin up and down. He’s in all black this evening, his clothes tight-fitted for hunting. There’s a spiked, silver necklace around Jimin’s neck, the only sign that he’s of renown in the Court of Thorns. His dark hair is damp from riding through heavy mists when leaving the castle, hanging limp in his beautiful face.

Jimin has always been the most beautiful faerie Yoongi has ever seen. He has high cheekbones and an angular jaw, his siren eyes dark and gaze heady. With lips like pillows and rounded cheeks, Jimin shifts between looking sweet and lethal on command, wielding his unearthly face to his advantage. 

Countless fae have fallen to that face. There’s no one who can say no to Jimin, especially when he purrs in their ear in his velvet soft voice, the smell of his honey and mint irresistible. Even Yoongi has a hard time saying no at that point, which delights Jimin more than anything else. 

“I’m not mad,” Yoongi finally says. He chooses each word carefully, each conversation with Jimin a well-choreographed dance. “We’ve been out here a long time and I did not rest well last night.”

“Hmm, I should report back to Namjoon to let him know the palace’s most prized guard is tired.” Yoongi’s face remains impassive. Jimin isn’t going to report Yoongi to the head soldier and he knows that Jimin knows Yoongi isn’t tired. “Perhaps they’ll whip you for your inability to perform your best.” 

“As they should.”

“Would you like that, Shadow?” Yoongi’s hands squeeze the reins of his horse at the nickname. Jimin has called him that since they were boys in school together, rubbing it in Yoongi’s face that his sole purpose in life was to be Jimin’s shadow and protector, nothing more. “Want to be whipped in front of your peers?” 

“If it’s what I deserve.”

Jimin stops his horse. Yoongi sighs and pulls on the reins, stopping so that he’s in front of Jimin and facing him. The prince’s bottom lip juts out and he bats his lashes as he crosses his arms. Yoongi’s eye twitches in annoyance. Jimin does look cute when he makes that face, but Yoongi knows better. 

“You’re being annoying.” 

Yoongi bows his head. “I apologize, my prince.” 

A scowl contorts Jimin’s face. In a flash he’s gone from pleading prince to twisted faerie, his eyes darkening and jaw ticking as he regards Yoongi. Jimin remains silent and Yoongi can almost see the wheels turning in Jimin’s mind. This is when Jimin is most dangerous. Yoongi knows he’s coming up with his next move, wavering between violence and jesting. 

For his entire life, Jimin has been unpredictable. He has killed in the middle of telling a joke, he has kissed Yoongi square on the mouth in the middle of punishing him, and he has laughed in the middle of crying. He is made up of conflicting emotions, two sides trying to gain the upper hand. It’s often a tossup of which side will win, but after a hundred years together, Yoongi can usually predict which Jimin he is going to get.

Today, Jimin has driven Yoongi out into the cold evening, demanding a hunt. He wasn’t playful about it, commanding the guard with the steel that the prince so rarely uses. The ride from the castle, through the briars, and into the wood was silent, Jimin’s mood dark and hard to read. 

Yoongi thinks about the day before, when Jimin returned from a meeting with the king and queen, a laceration still healing near his eye. Today, it’s pink and nearly gone, a shallow wound for what is sure to be a shallow reason. The queen's desire for pain is not like Jimin’s. There are no rules to her indulgence in pain and violence, no laws by which she operates. 

Now, as Yoongi watches Jimin, he sees a twitch in the prince's mouth. Yoongi’s stomach flips, knowing that his neutrality to Jimin’s mood has pushed the prince from sour to angry, and angry to sadistic. 

“You didn’t want to come hunting today, Yoongi?” Yoongi grimaces. The use of his formal name sets off alarms. Yoongi licks his lips, trying to think on his feet, trying to work out the right answer. He doesn’t know where Jimin is going with this, but he can see the cunning in the prince’s face. “Speak, guard.” 

“There is nothing to hunt, my prince. Anything worth hunting is in hibernation.”

“Get off your horse.”

Yoongi pauses. “What?”

“Get off your horse.” 

Heavy with trepidation, Yoongi slowly dismounts. The leather of the saddle squeaks under the shifting of his weight and his horse chews on the metal bit, the sound of grinding loud in Yoongi’s ears. He lets go of the mare and then steps away from it, looking up at Jimin. 

“There.” Jimin points at Yoongi with a slash of a grin. Yoongi doesn’t understand, furrowing his brows and shrugging as if to ask what Jimin means. The prince’s grin spreads and the hairs on Yoongi’s arm rise, a tingle spreading down them. “Something worth hunting.”

Fuck. Yoongi realizes his mistake, clenching and unclenching his fists as Jimin drops the hand pointing at him, pulling the heavy crossbow from the saddle. Jimin sets the weapon across his lap and pats the top of it happily, looking up at Yoongi with his brows raised.

“Well,” Jimin urges. “I’ll give you ten minutes. Go on.” 

Swearing under his breath, Yoongi pulls his cloak off and tosses it on the horse. Jimin laughs as Yoongi tucks his silver necklaces into the collar of his shirt to dampen the noise as he throws Jimin a scathing look before taking off. Jimin gives a shout of glee as he watches Yoongi tear off to the west, moving toward the castle at a diagonal angle. 

Yoongi’s mind jumps into action as he runs. He’s fast. It’s colder now as evening turns into night. The air he breathes in is winter-sharp and the mist has made the ground damp and slippery beneath his feet. Yoongi can easily run over a mile in ten minutes. They’re at least seven miles from the briar wall, which Yoongi would reach faster if he ran straight back the way they came. 

Jimin will surely catch him if he goes straight back, though. Yoongi’s goal is to put as much distance between him and Jimin as possible. Jimin, of course, has horses. Distance doesn’t mean much when Yoongi is at such a disadvantage, but the west of the woods is filled with gullies and dells, much harder to navigate on horseback. 

As he runs, Yoongi is careful not to leave tracks. He is light-footed, even for a faerie. Most of his life was spent learning weapons skills, behavioral analysis, and court politics. He’s not much for espionage or assassin business, but Yoongi was trained by Hoseok for enough years to develop skills in the art of not being found, and for being hard to trace. 

Every one of those skills comes back to him now. He’s careful not to let the fabric of his clothes snag on trees. When he approaches dips in the land, he pauses to walk down them instead of sliding. He knows this eats away at his time to escape, but the evidence of his direction is worse than precious seconds lost to carefully picking his way downward. 

There is also the possibility it’s all for nothing. Jimin is one of the finest hunters in the court. His lack of interest in scanning their surroundings as they rode and not following hunting trails should have been the first sign that Jimin was off today. Yoongi had been so focused on trying to ignore Jimin’s prickly mood that he hadn’t gleaned Jimin’s purpose. 

Ten minutes pass. Yoongi is well into his run, lungs full of cold air, mind focused only on getting to the briar wall. Jimin, of course, has not said when this chase ends. There is no guarantee that Yoongi will be safe once he reaches the briars, but Jimin’s games always have rules. 

The most important rule is that he doesn’t do this to Yoongi in public. Above all else, the prince is smart. It does him a disservice to embarrass his personal guard in front of anyone, lest they think Yoongi is weak and by association, Jimin. 

Power is what makes the world go round in the Court of Thorns. Everyone Jimin comes in contact with is a reflection of the prince, who should be like a thorn: beautiful, but deadly. Yoongi must be fatal and strong. It serves Jimin no purpose to subject Yoongi to his madness where eyes can see, so the prince keeps these deviances in the shadows.

It’s this most important rule that Yoongi clings to as he runs for the briars, which are visible from the castle towers. By now, Jimin has begun his chase. Yoongi feels Jimin’s aura like iron pressing down on his senses, burning and eating away at his magic the more he thinks about the prince.

Minutes tick by. Yoongi is not yet tired, driven by adrenaline and a little bit of a thrill. Hot energy courses through him. He wonders if he can outrun Jimin and get out of the woods before the prince finds him. He smiles thinking about Jimin’s face if he beats him. 

What bothers Jimin most in the world is losing to Yoongi. In the rare instances that Yoongi outsmarts Jimin or slips from his snare, the prince is venomous for days. It’s worse when Jimin fails to get a rise from the guard, no matter how much the prince goads him. Yoongi’s apathy has earned him more pain and rage-laced pleasure from Jimin than anything else he does. 

“Run faster, Shadow!” Jimin’s shrill voice echoes in the wind. 

Yoongi pulls up short, turning to look over his shoulder. He has perfect vision, even at night, but Jimin is nowhere to be found. He slows his breathing and closes his eyes, focusing on the sounds of the forest. He can make out normal sounds of crickets chirping and rabbits scampering back to their nests, but there’s no sound of hoofbeats. 

A metallic click followed by whistling catches his ears. Yoongi inhales sharply and manages to step back just in time as a bolt fired from the dark of the forest whistles by him and hits the tree behind him. The arrow doesn’t go in far, which means Jimin took the shot from a distance. It also means Jimin is on his feet, and difficult terrain means nothing now. 

Cursing, Yoongi takes off again. Jimin’s laughter seems to echo around him, chilling him to the bone. He loses his grip on fear as he moves north instead of northwest at an angle. He no longer cares about tripping Jimin up. Yoongi needs the path of least resistance, jumping over fallen trees as a frantic energy thrums through him.

He doesn’t know what the rules of this game are. He doesn’t know what limitations are on the table, if Jimin is willing to maim him or kill him. Yoongi never knows, and it makes it all the more terrifying when he can’t come up with a sure answer. All he knows is that Jimin hasn’t killed him yet.

Yet. 

As if sensing his thoughts, he hears Jimin fire the crossbow again. Yoongi ducks as the arrow shoots wide and over his head, vanishing in the misty night. He swallows, sensing that the arrow had been aimed to kill. Anger flares through him and he tamps it down. No matter how angry he gets, Yoongi doesn’t fight back. Not earnestly anyway. And at least he knows a new rule: killing and maiming are possible. 

Yoongi’s life shouldn’t be this. The thought slips in between his focus on running and sliding under fallen trees. He’s one of the best fighters in the Court of Thorns and he is unnaturally intelligent. He should have a higher position at court than being the shield to a bloodthirsty brat, but Yoongi has bent and broken to the whims of Jimin for years now.

What’s another hunt through the woods in the face of hundreds of other games? 

Part of him loves it. If Yoongi wanted to turn around and let Jimin pick him off, he could. He flirts with the idea of pausing his run. Of stopping in his tracks and waiting to see if it’ll happen, if Jimin will put the arrow through an eye socket. 

Yet he keeps running because he knows that Jimin will keep chasing. Jimin has always chased Yoongi, a cat who can’t leave and let its dinner die yet. Jimin gives Yoongi special attention, and it makes Yoongi preen. No one else gets this. No one else is the sole object of Jimin’s ruthless attention. 

When they were younger, the queen thought that it was unseemly for the prince to be so obsessed with his guard. Jimin couldn’t leave Yoongi alone, pinching him on the soft of his thighs, cornering him and demanding to teach Jimin how to kiss, ordering Yoongi to stand outside of Jimin’s chambers while he fucked other courtiers, learning the arts of the bedroom, murdering anyone who so much as brushed an arm against Yoongi. 

It keeps Yoongi guessing. He never knows what the day will bring, the Jimin who covets him or the Jimin who tortures him. Sometimes, it’s a mix of both, which is Yoongi’s personal preference.

An arrow whistles. Yoongi steps to the side, but just barely. He feels the sting of the arrowhead grace his cheek, opening up a shallow cut. It doesn’t hurt much, but it does startle him. His foot catches a root and Yoongi shouts as he trips, sliding downhill into a dell as he goes.

Leaves and damp earth make his descent fast. As soon as he falls, he’s at the bottom, buried in leaves and surrounded by the scene of earth and pine. The ground is cold, leaching him of his warmth as he gets up to his knees. He could use magic to warm himself, but it makes him easier to find, his energy light a beacon to the magic-sensitive prince hunting him.

The crank of the crossbow makes Yoongi freeze mid-recovery. He looks up the hill to where Jimin stands at the top, weapon aimed at him. Yoongi’s heart pounds in his chest. Jimin is small and built like a panther, all sleek angles and muscles. He doesn’t blink, staring down at Yoongi, a small finger on the trigger.

This is what the god of death looks like, Yoongi thinks. Jimin is in all black, a terrible cruelty on his face. Suddenly Yoongi feels like the ant underneath Jimin’s boot. He only knows fear in moments like this, where Jimin’s eyes are so black that Yoongi thinks he will fall into Jimin’s gaze and let it swallow him whole.

Yoongi thinks he’s going to do it. It was always going to end like this anyway. Yoongi knew it would always be Jimin who killed him when Yoongi lost one of Jimin’s games or finally failed to entertain the prince. This tortuous cycle has a shelf life, and every road leads to Jimin finally doing it, finally pushing Yoongi over the edge.

Instead of firing the crossbow, Jimin grins wickedly and lowers it, tossing it to the side. The weapon clatters heavily. No sooner than Jimin disarms himself is Yoongi running away. The prince snarls and takes off after him, swearing.

“You little bitch!” Jimin seethes, sliding down into the dell behind Yoongi. “I’ll put you down like a fucking dog!” 

Jimin is not heavy or large like Namjoon, but he’s fast and strong. When he tackles Yoongi at the waist, Yoongi feels a bone crack. He doesn’t know where in his body the break is, but pain makes his vision flash as they slam to the ground, Jimin moving to pin him immediately. As delicate as Jimin looks, he’s still a warrior with years of training with Namjoon, a beautiful weapon but lethal all the same. 

Yoongi goes down face first. The shock of the pain makes his ears ring, the air leaving his lungs. He gasps and gets all leaves and dirt into his mouth as he maneuvers his arms from under him, intending to push upward to throw Jimin off. Jimin growls and digs his knee into Yoongi’s back, pressing down right on the spine as he reaches forward to pin both of Yoongi’s hands to the ground. 

Rearing his head back, Yoongi connects with Jimin’s face. The prince lets out a loud noise and Yoongi grins, wriggling under Jimin in hopes that the pain blinds him long enough for Yoongi to work a hand free. 

Jimin’s nails dig into the top of Yoongi’s hands, biting sharply into his skin. “Cease, Shadow. You’ve lost.”

The fight leaves Yoongi immediately. He’s entirely boneless, a puppet waiting for its master to pull his string. Jimin puts all of his weight on the knee pressing on Yoongi’s back, making the guard wince. Jimin’s kneecap is agony against Yoongi’s spine, pressing the air out of him slowly as Jimin lets Yoongi suffer against the ground. 

Finally, his weight shifts. Jimin straddles Yoongi’s waist, still holding Yoongi’s wrists to the ground as he lowers his face, panting against the side of Yoongi’s face. The guard feels a shiver go through him, Jimin’s breath is hot as his tongue snakes out to brush against the shell of Yoongi’s ear. 

“Much better than a stag,” Jimin whispers, voice like velvet and smoke. He nips at Yoongi’s lobe, teeth sharp against the soft skin. “What should I do with my prize, hmm?” 

One of Jimin’s hands lets go of Yoongi’s wrist. Jimin’s touch is delicate and slow, dragging his fingers up Yoongi’s sleeved arm. Even through the fabric, Yoongi can feel Jimin’s hot touch, chasing away the cold of the ground. He squirms and Jimin bites Yoongi’s cheek hard. He goes still and Jimin licks the fresh teeth marks, the ache in Yoongi’s cheek immediate. 

“Should I take your body and mount you on the wall?” Jimin’s hand reaches Yoongi’s shoulder and dips down to grab his face, turning him to the side. Yoongi looks at Jimin from the corner of his eye, but he can only see dark hair as Jimin presses his lips to the corner of Yoongi’s mouth and asks, “Or should I just… mount you?” 

Yoongi trembles as the prince’s tongue snakes out to lick messily from the corner of Yoongi’s mouth towards the bleeding, burning cut on his cheek. Jimin tsks, running his tongue over the cut. Yoongi wines, the rough drag of Jimin’s done making it burn more. Jimin ignores him, tongue laving back and forth over the wound, the tip of his tongue prodding.

“Did I hurt you?” Jimin coos. He speaks with his mouth pressed to Yoongi’s skin, smearing spit and blood. The switch from threatening to endearing makes Yoongi’s head spin. He is no longer a lethal guard of the Court of Thorns. He’s Jimin’s plaything. “I’m sorry, Shadow. Your face is so pretty, I shouldn’t do anything to harm it.”

“It’s not deep.” 

“Hmmm.” Jimin presses sloppy, spit-slick kisses down Yoongi’s jaw. Yoongi closes his eyes, letting the prince do what he wants. All instinct to fight has left, leaving only a blank canvas for Jimin to paint. “You’re right, Shadow. It’s a very shallow wound. You can take so much more pain than that, can’t you?”

Yoongi nods. “Speak, Shadow,” Jimin commands.

“Yes, my prince. I can take more than that.”

“Of course you can. You’re made for me. Designed for me. You can take what I give you, can’t you?”

“Yes.” 

Jimin bites Yoongi’s jaw, his sharp canines pinching soft skin. Yoongi’s fingers dig into the soft ground. “You bleed when I want you to, you take it when I want you to.” 

Jimin’s scent makes Yoongi too dizzy to reply. His body blazes as Jimin pulls at Yoongi’s clothes, his hands greedy. Jimin mouths at Yoongi’s neck, his jaw. Yoongi’s breathing is unsteady, unable to string together enough thought to help Jimin take Yoongi’s shirt off. 

The craving to be pinned down and marked over and over until his skin can’t take it and until there is nothing left swells. The shame of Yoongi letting himself be used like this is white-hot, but the pride of being Jimin’s prized possession soothes the burn.

“Mine,” Jimin growls as he reaches into Yoongi’s pants, gripping Yoongi’s already hard and throbbing cock. He bites Yoongi’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Yoongi succumbs to the pleasure, his hips canting in the dirt, the pain shooting him into deliria as Jimin continues to tongue at him. “My Shadow.” 

Jimin’s hands aren’t gentle. He squeezes the base of Yoongi’s shaft firmly, slowly stroking upward. The friction between Yoongi’s stomach and the ground isn’t pleasant but isn’t terrible as Jimin sucks at Yoongi’s neck, mouth taking whatever the prince wants. 

“Get up on your knees,” Jimin whispers, removing his hand from Yoongi’s cock. He gets off of Yoongi, giving the guard space to move. 

Every limb feels like lead as he does. It feels like the world has flipped upside down, making Yoongi unsteady as he gets on his hands and knees. Cool air kisses his skin, making the laceration on his cheek and bite on his shoulder burn. The pain only spurs the pleasure further. 

“Take your pants off,” Jimin says. He doesn’t touch Yoongi, happy to watch the guard fumble on unbalanced limbs. “Do it right or I’ll skin you like a fucking bear and bring you back to the seamstress to fashion myself a new coat.”

Yoongi can’t tell if the threat is empty or not. He thinks about the time that Jimin cut a small rectangle out of Yoongi’s thigh to give to the tanners to turn it into a small coin pouch. The coin pouch is probably still tied to Jimin’s belt now as Yoongi sits up high on his knees and unbuckles his breeches, taking them down with trembling hands. 

Free of his pants, he dares a look over his shoulder at Jimin. The prince is shirtless, his perfect skin gleaming in the haunting moonlight filtering through the trees. Jimin is a testament to his father’s heritage from the Court of Moons, an ethereal creature stitched with moonbeam threads and filled with shadow watercolors. 

Beautiful. Cruel. Hateful. Affectionate. 

Yoongi can’t ever recall where it felt like Jimin loved him. Cherished him and admired him like a beautiful piece of porcelain, perhaps. Mistified and awed, even, when he could break Yoongi down and mold him into any shape he wanted, like clay.

Now, his gaze is thunderous. His pupils are blown wide, and when a cloud reveals the moon in full, Jimin looks like a demon from the worst of Yoongi’s nightmares. Still, Yoongi doesn’t run. He turns to face forward, slowly bending over until his elbows are on the cool earth, his ass up in the air. 

Yoongi’s cock is heavy between his legs. The first time Jimin worked him up like this, Yoongi had been a shell of himself for days. Didn’t know what to do with the knowledge that being broken and split open into something that felt less than sentient made his arousal swell. 

Jimin’s nails scrape against the curves of Yoongi’s ass. He sucks in a sharp breath. Goosebumps spread on his skin, his entire spine tingling as Jimin’s nails turn to claws, prying him open and digging into the softness of him. 

Cool wind makes Yoongi clench. Jimin tuts and shuffles closer to Yoongi. The heat of his body is against the back of Yoongi’s thighs, the contrast of hot and cold making Yoongi spin. When cool spit hits the edge of Yoongi’s rim, he moans audibly. He feels the slide of Jimin’s saliva drip further down his ass. Yoongi’s breath comes out in pants and Jimin’s nails dig in.

“This is mine,” Jimin mutters. Yoongi can barely hear him over the beating of his own heart and the roaring of blood in his ears. He scarcely notices the way his cock aches, beads of precum oozing from the tip as Jimin blows air onto the thigh ring of muscles. “Hmm. You’re all tight, Shadow. You gonna let me in, huh?” 

Yoongi nods. His head drops and presses against the earth. He smells damp leaves, sweat and Jimin’s honeysuckle scent, too sweet for the demon it belongs to. “Yes, my prince.”

Jimin spits in Yoongi’s hole again. Yoongi bites his bottom lip, trying to control himself. All he wants to do is press his hips back. If he does that, he won’t get fucked at all. He has to be the perfect little puppet, only doing what Jimin asks, speaking only when told. 

One of Jimin’s hands dips between Yoongi’s cheeks. He tries not to sigh when Jimin presses a finger against his rim, the pressure so good. Jimin plays with Yoongi’s asshole, tracing the edge before pressing his finger in just a little. It’s both heaven and hell, the intrusion such a relief that Yoongi doesn’t hear what Jimin asks him.

He immediately regrets letting himself drift too far. Jimin bites Yoongi’s ass cheek so hard that Yoongi screams, rearing back his head. In Yoongi’s experience, there are two levels of pain he receives at the hands of Jimin: good pain and scary pain. Jimin’s bite verges on the edge of scary pain, punishment for not answering and a warning that next time, he’ll take flesh. 

“I said,” Jimin growls. “To lay all the way down with your hands out in front of you.”

Yoongi complies immediately. Gone is the guard who commands Jimin’s entire personal security team. The sword-wielding warrior who has killed in wars, in protection for Jimin, and for petty squabbles is nowhere to be found. 

In his place is a pliable medium. Pressed entirely flat on the ground, knees high, face in the dirt. He lays his hands out in front of him, clasping them there. It’s comforting to hold onto something, even if it’s just his own hands. 

Pleasure expands in Yoongi’s stomach as Jimin begins to work his fingers in properly. The stretch makes the eyes roll back in Yoongi’s head. He tries not to get too lost in the feeling, remembering to be on edge for Jimin asking a question or telling him to do something. It keeps Yoongi right on the cusp of insanity, a difficult and rewarding task as he fights succumbing to the way blood rushes through him. 

Fuck he wants to cum. Yoongi bites the inside of his cheek, drawing blood as Jimin works his fingers in Yoongi's ass, the press so good. Jimin firmly brushes up against Yoongi’s prostate, making him go dumb. Yoongi’s mouth is slack as he pants, knees and thighs trembling, keeping his ass in the same exact spot for Jimin. 

“Look at you,” Jimin coos. “What would everyone think if they knew my personal guard was such a little fuck toy? If they knew he was incapable of doing anything but submitting?”

The question is rhetorical. Yoongi always plays a  guessing game of when Jimin wants a response, but this one, he knows.

Jimin fucks Yoongi with his fingers harder, stretching him open. Yoongi whines, feels pleasure cresting to an unbearable amount as Jimin hammers Yoongi’s prostate. The prince laughs, not giving Yoongi the command to come, but rather watching the guard fight it instead. Yoongi’s muscles lock up as he resists the urge to squirm. He stops breathing, squeezing his eyes shut, jaw clenched as he fights it, trying to think of anything but the fact that he’s so close to his orgasm he could die. 

If Jimin keeps going, Yoongi’s going to come. If Yoongi comes without Jimin explicitly telling him to, Yoongi is going to experience the scary pain. 

Every nerve in Yoongi’s body feels on fire. It feels like he’s burning, burning, burning, like he’s never going to stop. He tastes the iron and salt of blood in his mouth as he bites through his cheek, feels the way his heart hammers in his ribcage, and starts to shake so much that Yoongi thinks he’s going to come out of his skin. 

Yoongi realizes Jimin isn’t going to give him permission. The weight of reality crushes him. Yoongi begins to sob into the dirt, trying to hang on to any shred of control he has. Jimin wants him to come without permission, wants to unleash hell on him. Yoongi claws at the dirt, desperately trying not to cave, to let Jimin milk it out of him. 

Jimin’s warm mouth presses to the back of Yoongi’s neck. He puts his weight on Yoongi, smothering him, keeping him still. Yoongi thinks this is it, this is when he lets go. He prepares for the oncoming violence like a storm in the distance. 

And then Jimin tells him to come. Yoongi’s brows scrunch together. He opens his eyes, trying to look at Jimin. He can’t see the prince’s face, but Jimin must sense Yoongi’s confusion. “Don’t make me tell you again,” Jimin murmurs against Yoongi’s neck. 

It’s like a damn breaking. Yoongi shatters, coming hard. His entire body seizes up, the sound coming out of his throat guttural and loud. His vision pulses black on the edges and he closes his eyes, squeezing them hard as an explosion of colors flashes behind his eyelids.

He can’t think. He can’t breathe. He succumbs to the sensation, pins and needles taking over as he shakes through the last of his orgasm. He is somewhat aware of Jimin behind him, pulling his fingers out and running his cockhead against Yoongi’s hole. He mewls, not ready for another orgasm. Jimin doesn’t care, pushing past the clenching muscles and pressing into Yoongi.

The stretch and pressure pull Yoongi from his drooling daze. If he was sensitive before, it’s nothing compared to now. He’s flayed open and raw to every stroke of Jimin’s cock pulling him apart. Oversensitive. Exposed, sparking wires. 

Yoongi hurts. The bite in his shoulder throbs, his cock hurts where it’s squeezed between his stomach and the ground, his cheek stings, bones ache, wet hole throbs as Jimin bottoms out, spearing Yoongi all the way through. 

It makes him vibrate, eyes fluttering as Jimin begins to snap his hips, hands gripping Yoongi’s waist and slamming him back. Every thrust threatens to break him in half, his face and body dragging against the ground. 

Jimin rakes his nails up Yoongi’s back, breaking the skin. Yoongi keens, toes curling at the biting feeling, sinking further into the heady mix in his head and gut. Jimin’s fingers wrap in the sweaty hair at the back of Yoongi’s neck. He knows what’s coming next but he still yelps when Jimin yanks, lifting Yoongi from the forest floor to his knees. 

Everything feels off-kilter. Yoongi gasps for air. Jimin claws Yoongi’s scalp, making his eyes water as Jimin fucks up into him. Jimin pulls Yoongi’s neck back painfully, holding him by the hair, and presses his lips to Yoongi’s cheek. It’s more teeth and tongue as Jimin continues to abuse Yoongi’s hole. 

He bites Yoongi’s cheek and laughs. “Such soft cheeks,” Jimin hisses, punctuating his words with the snap of his hips. “Such a soft fucking boy, huh? So delicate, so breakable.”

“Yes,” Yoongi agrees because it’s true. Yoongi feels made to shatter. Feels better when broken under the small hands of the prince. Feels whole when he’s splintered. “Yes.”

“Can’t even speak right.” Jimin slides a hand around the front of Yoongi’s throat and squeezes. Yoongi’s air supply is cut short. He feels the slow drip of the bleeding welts on his back, stinging as Jimin’s sweaty front rubs against the wounds. “What are you good for?” 

“Only you,” Yoongi chokes out.

Jimin’s grip tightens. “Don’t be smart, Shadow. I won’t go any easier on you for flattery.” 

Yoongi knows this. He wasn’t saying it for Jimin’s benefit. Because that’s the thing about whatever this violence between them is. It makes Yoongi feel whole, makes it feel like as long as he and Jimin have this between them, he’s made for something. 

Without it, Yoongi doesn’t know what he is. A faerie bred by two warriors to give the king and queen’s child a protector to grow with. Whose only reason for existing is to serve. Who has no goals of his own, who has no life outside of the prince. Without it, he’s not Yoongi. He isn’t Jimin’s. 

So Yoongi doesn’t say it for his benefit. He knows Jimin won’t go easier. Won’t fuck him softer or let go of his throat. He says it because he means it and he doesn’t want Jimin to let up anyway. He could die like this, no air in his lungs, mind detaching from his body. 

Between the pain and the feeling of Jimin’s cockhead pressing up against his prostate, Yoongi loses himself. He becomes a thing made only for Jimin’s pleasure. He becomes no one and nothing, suspended somewhere between life and death, only alive for Jimin to use. 

This is where Yoongi loves being most. Here, he doesn’t have to worry about protecting Jimin’s life every hour of the day. He doesn’t have to worry about navigating Jimin’s moods. He doesn’t have to calculate every word out of his mouth at court, doesn’t have to wonder what waits for him if - if Jimin ever tires of him, if he ever loses his position, if he ever becomes anything other than Jimin’s, if he dies.

If haunts Yoongi so often that he wants nothing to do with it. Nothing to do with anything outside of this, as Jimin lets Yoongi’s throat go, Yoongi’s lungs filling with air so quickly that it’s too much, snapping him right out of subspace to the present, where Jimin grabs Yoongi’s head and slams him forward again.

Yoongi’s hips collapse this time. He’s prone under Jimin as the prince chases his own orgasm, feral and rough. It hurts, but Yoongi comes dry anyway when Jimin tells him to, feels the helpless snap of pleasure inside of him. He loses the reality of it for a moment, feels the world run between his fingers like blood. 

When Yoongi comes back from wherever it is his mind goes in moments like these, he sees stars. The night is a watercolor of blue-black and lights above him. He hurts everywhere he can imagine. It burns his throat to breathe and his skin is chafed and irritated, covered in dirt and cum and blood. He feels bruised like aged fruit, and the puffy rim of his asshole feels ruined and swollen. 

A shadow blots out the sky. Yoongi blinks a few times, realizing it’s Jimin leaning over him. Demon. God. Prince of the Court of Thorns. His dark hair is damp with sweat, pushed back out of his face to reveal dark, alien eyes. There is clarity in them Yoongi only sees after Jimin’s fucked or killed, the calm after a storm. 

Tilting his head to the side, Jimin studies Yoongi like a gardener would inspect an insect. Suddenly, Yoongi feels too exposed and soft all over, breaking eye contact as he chooses to stare at the boughs of the shadow trees instead. He feels the water leaking from his eyes, the tears that come sometimes during. After. 

Jimin brushes a thumb across Yoongi’s cheek. The guard flinches on instinct, but Jimin ignores it. “Get up.” The command is soft, but Yoongi will find no comfort here as he struggles to keep up with the turmoil inside of him. “I want to go to bed.” 

Nodding, Yoongi tries to sit up. His limbs are still shaking and he feels disoriented. Jimin doesn’t help him, already fully dressed in black as he looks up at the night sky. Brushing himself off, Yoongi slowly pulls himself together. Slides back into The Guard, hides away just Yoongi. 

Jimin doesn’t rush him. Doesn’t jeer or lash out at him. He allows Yoongi this time of quiet to glue together what Jimin has shattered. 

When Yoongi is standing, albeit unevenly on his feet, Jimin turns to look at him. His face is impassive and beautiful. “You broke easy today,” Jimin notes. No reprimand. Just a sheer fact. Yoongi hesitates before nodding. “We’ll fix that, Shadow.” 

Yoongi’s mouth twitches at the corner a bit as he nods and follows Jimin as the prince heads back to the horses. Yoongi keeps close, his footsteps mimicking the prince’s, forever his shadow. 

#yoonmin smut #yoongi smut #jimin smut #yoonmin fic #bts mem x mem #bts smut #bts fic #bts fanfic #yoongi fanfic #jimin fanfic #yoongi x jimin #jimin x yoongi #minors dni #minors do not interact

[theharrowing]

Ghost Friend

Yoongi's spirit has stayed in his dilapidating home for decades. One day, Jimin and his friends Taehyung and Jungkook decide to visit the property, and Jimin makes a ghost friend.

Or, the one where Jimin is totally Jean Grey.

👻 Yoongi x Jimin (platonic)

👻 word count: 1.8k

👻 friends who encounter a ghost, haunting au, crack treated seriously, slight hurt/comfort, appropriate for all audiences

👻 warnings: uhhh...honestly, none? Yoongi is a ghost (which implies that he is dead!) but otherwise, this is a very chill, cute little Halloweenie fic. it is not in the slightest bit scary! Yoongi is lonely, and there is a positive ending. i guess my sense of humor could count as a warning!!!

👻 note: since it's a drabble, the descriptions are not as vivid as usual. it's mostly ~vibes~.

👻 request by @park-jimin-isnt-real for my Harrowing Halloween event! thank you so much for requesting!!! 🍉💜 i feel like you wanted it to be a little more of a crack fic but i managed to make it so serious haha. 🤪

👻 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

👻 posted oct. 2023 | read on ao3

“Hey, Chim, think fast!”

The one who reacts to the nickname Chim – who Yoongi surmises is actually named Jimin – glances up in time for an inflatable ball to travel through Yoongi's spectral form and pummel Jimin in the side of the face. The two men Jimin trespasses with stand about ten feet away, and the buffer of the two – who Yoongi thinks is named Jeongguk – is doubled over laughing, dark hair falling in his face. 

The one Yoongi thinks is named Jimin is understandably annoyed, picking up the ball, which is painted like a basketball but much smaller, inspecting it before throwing it back with nowhere near as much strength. It nearly hits the one who might be named Taehyung, and falls to the floor, rolling away.

Jimin complains, “Don’t throw haunted toys at me, you fucking creeps,” sounding exasperated.

The toy isn’t haunted, nor does it belong to Yoongi, but he is unwilling to correct them. He thinks some children brought it to the property long ago, before the house had become somewhat of a local legend, and left it behind. Sometime in the early 2000s, he thinks, though he cannot be sure.

“This place isn’t really haunted,” the one who might be named Taehyung says in a low, somewhat whiny voice. He kicks at debris that has fallen from the dilapidated ceiling with a frown. 

Of course, this place is haunted. Yoongi standing in the center of their friend group proves as much. Only Yoongi has not made his presence known, just yet. 

Although it is somewhat disrespectful the way people always treat his house like a heap of trash, Yoongi rather likes it when folks come to visit. Being a ghost can get quite lonely, especially because Yoongi hesitates to let anyone really perceive him. 

He thinks he would like to let Jimin perceive him. Jimin, with his pretty, pouty lips that he nibbles nervously, causing them to redden and become even more pouty. Jimin, with his short ash-brown hair and stunning blend of sharp and soft features, depending on which angle he stands at. There is something gentle and understanding in Jimin's wide, dark eyes that Yoongi wishes he could get lost in. 

If only he were still alive. 

"Jeongguk," Yoongi hears Taehyung say quietly, leaning in close and pointing to another discarded ball. This one is larger and red, and its surface collects dust better than the inflatable one. "You should throw this at him when his back is turned."

Jeongguk scoffs and shakes his head, muttering, "You are so childish, Tae," despite walking over to the red ball and picking it up anyway. He very quietly tosses the ball into the air and catches it while Jimin meanders in the opposite direction, distracted by some graffiti on Yoongi's busted living room wall. 

"Hey, Chim!" Jeongguk shouts.

Yoongi, who has begun slowly gravitating toward Jimin, watches as Jimin sighs and turns, shouting, "What, now?"

Jeongguk chucks the ball, and Jimin recoils this time, lifting his hand in order to deflect it. Except, without thinking, Yoongi reaches up and stops the ball in mid-air. Then, realizing his mistake, he quickly drops it. 

If Yoongi could breathe, he would be holding his breath. He feels anxious as his gaze moves between Jimin and his curious friends, whose expressions are frozen with shock. Jimin's hand had lifted just in time for the ball, but Yoongi managed to exert just enough of his spiritual energy to stop it. 

"Holy shit!" Jeongguk shouts, breaking the tense silence. 

Jimin's hand still hovers in the air, and he glances at it curiously. "What…just happened?" he asks. 

"You're fucking Magneto!" Jeongguk shouts. "That's what happened."

Taehyung sighs, stepping closer and picking up the red ball, which had rolled in the direction of his feet. "Magneto can only control metal, Jeongguk. Like a magnet…it's in his name."

Jeongguk shakes his head, mind clearly working on overdrive. "Right, right, right," he mutters under his breath, seemingly searching somewhat frantically for something other than busted concrete and dust to throw at his friend next. "You're like…Jean Grey then."

As Jimin finally begins to lower his hand, the stunned expression remains on his face, and he begins to glance around at eye level as if he suspects there may have been some kind of invisible force that helped him. If Yoongi had a heart, it would sink as Jimin looks right at him – right through him. His eyes are sad and curious, and Yoongi longs so badly to just reach out and touch him. 

"You have to do it again!" Jeongguk exclaims.

"Can you do it again?" Taehyung softly asks. 

"I…" Jimin mutters, brows knitting as he shakes his head. "No, I—I don't know what happened, but I am definitely not—"

"Think fast!" Taehyung shouts, causing both Jimin and Yoongi to sigh. Jimin reaches his hand up and, without giving it another thought, Yoongi also reaches his hand out, stopping the ball right in front of Jimin's open palm.

This time, when Jimin's eyes search the air right where Yoongi stands, Yoongi fumbles and drops the ball. He had meant to hold it up as a show to Jimin's friends, but even Jimin's unknowingly undivided attention makes him panic. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be going wild right now. 

"How the fuck…" Jeongguk mutters, at the same time Jimin – whose eyes have not left the space Yoongi occupies – mutters, "Who the fuck…"

"Pick it back up," Taehyung insists. "With no hands."

"I can't—" Jimin begins but Jeongguk whines, "Just try!"

Jimin sighs and squats in front of the ball, which has been rolled over to Jimin's feet by one of his friends. Yoongi also squats. 

All is quiet as Jimin holds his hand out in front of the red ball. He mutters, "This is so stupid," under his breath while chewing on the inside of his mouth. Yoongi wonders if that is a nervous tick of his – wonders what other nervous ticks he may have. 

Jimin knits his brow and Yoongi snaps back to what he is meant to focus on: the ball. He reaches out and slowly begins to lift the red ball with both hands, ever so slightly. Jimin gasps softly while his friends begin to shout. 

"How—" Jimin mutters as his eyes lift to Yoongi again and glance around the space, searching. 

"This is crazy!" Jeongguk shouts.

"How did we never know you could do this?" Taehyung asks. 

Jimin clicks his tongue and drops his hands, making Yoongi drop the ball, as well. "I can't do this," Jimin snaps back. "Obviously there is some kind of supernatural force at play."

"There's no such thing as supernatural forces," Jeongguk responds, sounding like an annoyed schoolchild. 

This makes Jimin laugh. His eyes become little crescent moons, and Yoongi thinks he has never seen anything so beautiful in his life, nor his afterlife. 

"You don't believe in ghosts but you believe in telekinesis?" Jimin argues, amusement shaking through every word. "Even though it was your idea to come through the haunted Min property? Make it make sense!"

Hearing Yoongi's name pass Jimin's lips makes him gasp. 

"Pick it up again," Jeongguk insists. 

Jimin sighs. 

Yoongi smiles. 

After a moment of hesitation, Jimin holds his hands out, just as he had done before. The ball only rolled about a foot away when Jimin dropped it, and he leans forward. 

Yoongi also leans forward, and when he picks up the ball, Jimin must think twice, because he begins to lower his hands. Before Yoongi has a chance to lower the ball to match Jimin's movement, their energies overlap. 

It is so brief and so faint, but Jimin's fingertips fall right into Yoongi's energy, passing through the side of his hand. All of his energy tingles, from his fingertips to his toes, and he drops the ball entirely when he realizes Jimin must have felt something, as well. 

This time, when Jimin gazes right in his direction, Yoongi has to fight the urge to materialize on the spot and make his presence known. In the past, when he has been particularly moody about guests in his home, he has materialized just to scare the shit out of them. That is one of the reasons his old home has such a reputation for being haunted, almost a decade later. 

Jimin's lips part as if he is about to say something, when Taehyung asks, "Jimin? Are you okay?"

In a blink, Jimin clears his throat and says, "Yeah, sorry. Thought I felt something."

"Okay, well," Jeongguk complains impatiently, "pick it up again."

Jimin sighs but smiles, shaking his head slightly as his gaze passes over Yoongi again and then returns to the ball. He holds his hands out and pretends to concentrate, and Yoongi reaches out and picks up the ball. 

A bright flash fills the space, making Yoongi drop the ball while Jimin heavily blinks and frowns, looking up at his friends. 

"I got it!" Jeongguk cheers. "Proof that Jimin is Jean Grey!" 

"You can hardly tell the ball is even lifted," Taehyung bickers. "From the angle it looks like it could still be on the floor."

While the two of them argue, Jimin continues to search the space. He holds out his hand, palm facing Yoongi, and without giving it any thought, Yoongi returns the gesture by holding his hand up and ever so slightly touching their palms together. 

"Heol," Jimin mutters, eyes widening. "I knew it."

The other two continue to bicker while Jimin sits and stares, smile slowly creeping over his face. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be aching. All he wants is to say something back or materialize fully and let Jimin see him. But what kind of a relationship could be had between a human trespasser and a ghost who refuses to leave his own home?

"Jimin-ssi!" Jeongguk shouts, "we have to do it again. I need a better picture."

"We are not taking another picture," Jimin says, rolling his eyes. "I promise you, I am not Jean Grey."

As the three friends argue, Yoongi stays squatted, eyes trailing from Jimin to the ball. He feels a deep, overwhelming sadness that has only compounded in the years since his death. Loneliness. Grief. But he also feels happy. Although he knows it would not be a good idea for Jimin to see him, he thinks that it is okay if he lets Jimin feel him a little more. 

"Just do it one more time!" Jeongguk insists. 

"No pictures," Jimin responds, to which Jeongguk quickly adds, "My phone is in my pocket!"

Jimin sighs, Yoongi sighs, and they both reach for the ball. 

"Are you ready, ghost friend?" Jimin asks so quietly that Yoongi wonders if he may have misheard. 

But he knows he has not misheard because Jimin stares right at him – right through him – with a smile. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be soaring.

Ghost friend. Yoongi likes the sound of that. 

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#jimin x yoongi #yoongi crack #jimin crack #bts crack #yoongi scenarios #jimin scenarios #bts scenarios #fic: ghost friend

[bangtaninborderland]

TGM SPECIAL SCENES- THREE

Pairing: JIMIN X YOONGI || 18+ || 3.7K WORDS

Warning: mxm, sub!yoongi, mean Dom!JIMIN, cock stepping, overstimulation, degradation, hair pulling, anal play, use of vibrator, nipple play, honestly this is so smutty, Yoongi gets off on Jimins foot, subspace, aftercare.

A/N: this honestly got so freaky I don’t know how we got here I loved writing mean Dom jimin and subby yoongi you WILL get more trust me. Jimin is about to be mean mean.

TGM MASTERLIST

Jimin blew out a breath, dropping himself on the bed. “So Hyung how do you want this to go?”

Yoongi hummed, sitting at the head of the bed. “Well, I thought you could show me your whole…”

“Now Hyung you’re asking to see my hole? At least take me to dinner first.” Jimin laughs, lightening the atmosphere.

“Shut up, Jimin.” Yoongi throws one of the small decor pillows to the younger, the item brushing against his face before dropping to the floor.

Jimin picks the pillow up. Sliding it under his head. “You have awful aim.”

Yoongi raises his eyebrows, picking up another pillow, this time his throw harder, calculated. “How’s that for aim.”

“Ouch!” Jimin shouted as the zipper hit his eye. “That hurt.”

“Fuck.” Yoongi mumbled rushing round. He lifts Jimins face in his hands, thumb brushing over the small red mark forming underneath his eye. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, hyungs sorry.”

“Hey, Hyung, it’s okay you didn’t mean to.” Jimin takes the elder's hands in his own, reaching up to smooth out the frown turning down Yoongi's lips. “I’m okay.”

“Let me get you some ice, at least.” Yoongi begins to walk away, hand nearly slipping out of Jimins.

“Yoongi stop.” At the sound of his name, Yoongi paused. Something in him leaning into jimins words. “Come here.”

Jimin observed the elder, watching for any discomfort. When he found none he continued. “Sit beside me.”

“Okay.” Yoongi sighed, perching himself on the end of the bed, little ways beside the Dom.

“You did not mean to hurt me, I am okay, it was an accident and you’re forgiven. It was a little mark, nothing serious. I still think I look pretty good, don’t I?”

Yoongi nodded, jimin had to stifle a laugh at the doctor's pout. “You do.”

“Okay then, that’s that. Now, how do you want this to go? Are you okay to go through with it?”

Jimin lets yoongi think, not wanting to rush. Even if it was a “challenge” he still took his interactions with everyone in the house, sexual or not, seriously. “I’m okay, I was thinking you know…you could just be yourself?”

Jimin was surprised, never taking yoongi as someone who’d want that. “Be myself? You want to do it as a scene?”

“If you’re okay with that.” He reassured.

He definitely didn’t object, in fact, he was more so a mix of curiosity and excitement. Still, he didn’t let that prioritise itself, ensuring Yoongi was comfortable was imperative. “I didn’t think you viewed yourself as submissive Hyung, is this something you want to talk about?”

“Just want to try it is all.” Yoongis cheeks were a light shade of pink. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No. I want to, you remember the traffic light system?” Jimin checks, finger drawing small circles on the elder's hand.

“I do, green, yellow and red.” He answers.

Jimin smiles, pleased. “Good. How about you take your clothes off and get comfy on the bed? I just want to grab a few things.”

Yoongi wastes no time, standing up and stripping. it doesn’t take him long to find a comfortable position on his back, guessing that’s how Jimin would want him, easy access and all.

“Fold your clothes.” Jimin directed from someone in the corner of the room, Yoongi sighed at the thought of having to get back up again so he shook his head mumbling a small “They are fine there.” they were his clothes, it didn’t matter how he left them.

Jimins voice grew heavier. “Yoongi, I wasn’t asking. Every minute it takes you is a minute you’ll be punished. Remember you have the right to safe word any moment something feels uncomfortable.”

“Sir yes Sir.” Yoongi retorted sarcastically, pushing his naked body off the bed to fold his clothes. He was met with a hard gaze from Jimin, Yoongi shrunk into himself a little at the sight. This side of Jimin was intimidating, and powerful.

Jimin walked over to him in long strides, hand gripping Yoongis chin, forcing the elder to look at him. “Make another sarcastic comment like that and I’ll have you bent over with a red ass. Seeing as you like the name so much, for the rest of the scene you can call me Sir. Do you understand?”

Yoongi shuffled as much as he could, eyes focusing anywhere but Jimins face. “Yes.”

Yoongi nearly whined as Jimin dug his nails into his cheeks. “What was that?”

“Yes Sir.”

Jimin tapped his face lightly, releasing his grip on him. “Good boy, fold your clothes and lay on the bed. Don’t make a sound.”

Even if he didn’t admit it out loud, Yoongi was sure Jimin noticed the way his dick twitched at the praise. Not wanting to give the Dom a chance to comment on it, he turned, busying himself and folding his clothes. He didn’t look back, he didn’t need to, he heard Jimin walk away, returning to whatever he was doing with the equipment in the corner.

Yoongi finished swiftly, pretty proud of the smile pile of clothes. Small things, he held a chuckle to himself, resuming his earlier, comfortable, position. If he wasn’t as horny as he was Jimins bed would be a pretty good place to sleep, music comfier than his own. “So you know how to listen.”

Yoongi bit back a snappy comment, rolling his eyes. He wasn’t entirely sure he could take Jimin seriously when he was like this, especially knowing how soft the younger actually could be.

His thoughts stopped as a slap to his thigh had him shrieking. “You know I have my rules Yoongi. I don’t tolerate disrespect and whilst we are in a scene you are my submissive, it’s not only my responsibility to ensure you are safe and content it is also my responsibility to make sure you don’t forget who is in control.”

Jimin trailed a finger up the elder's pale thigh, edging dangerously close to the top of his cock. “You won’t roll your eyes or speak unless spoken to, you will address me correctly and you won’t cum until I say you can. Colour?”

“G-green.” Yoongi thrusts his hips despite his attempt at keeping himself still, this earned him another slap, this time to the opposite thigh. “Sorry.”

“You’re learning aren’t you, Hyung?” Jimins voice was laced with a playful disrespect as he muttered the honorific, finger closer to the doctor's ribs.

Yoongi shook his head, the name not feeling right. “Not h-Hyung.” He stumbled over his words, not caring enough to make an effort.

“You want me to call you something else?” Jimin smiles, nail trailing over the doctor's nipple. He marvelled at the way it hardened instantly, it was just perfect how the others body was so responsive, so in tune with his touch. “How about baby?” He chuckled when Yoongi shook his head. “My slut? Doll? Pretty whore?” He tried again, all of which earning another no. “You wanna be a puppy like my Tae Tae? Maybe I could bring him up here, let him teach you how to behave.”

Jimin couldn’t hold back a coo as yoongi whined, his nipple a fierce red from the continuous touch. “What about baby boy?” Yoongi flushed a light pink, legs tensing momentarily. “You like that do you? Baby boy?”

“S-stop teasing.” Yoongi sighed, wiggling as to relieve the light throbbing of his cock.

“Oh is my baby boy getting brave now?” The Dom pinches his nipple, twisting it for a second before releasing it. Barely long enough to bring Yoongi any real pain but enough to have the other whimpering. “You’re like a kitten, soft one moment then spiteful the next. Never mind, I’ll have to just train you right.”

As always, Jimin never missed anything, especially not during a scene so Yoongis' reaction to the pet name was noticeable, his lips turning up at the corners. “You like being called kitten do you?”

“N-no.”

Jimin hummed, pinching the other nipple. “Do you want to correct that?”

“Ah yes yes.” Yoongi gasped. “No Sir.”

“You say you don’t like it but you’re smiling all prettily there baby boy. It’s okay if you like both, I’d never judge.” Yoongi relaxed a little at that, the reassurance doing wonders as he nods. Jimins feels a thrum of pleasure shoot through him, there was nothing better than seeing a submissive happy. “So good. I’m going to start now, it won’t be anything special today. I’m going to put a vibrating plug inside of your ass and then I’ll let you fuck your cock into my hand, I’ll decide how many times I want you to cum, and ask permission before each orgasm. Is that okay, what’s your colour?”

“Yes Sir.” Yoongi was thankful for the quick explanation, the cautiousness replaced by a mix of anticipation and excitement. “I'm green.”

“Good, turn over onto your stomach, head down ass up. I’ll open you up with my fingers before putting the plug in.” Despite how excited he was to have Yoongi wrecked underneath him, nothing mattered more than comfort and safety. “I’m just going to the table, I’m right here with you.”

Yoongi shuffled around, eventually finding a comfortable way to situate his head, he felt a little exposed, Jimin had been fully clothed but still, he didn’t feel any less. Jimin was an amazing Dom.

Yoongi stiffened as he felt a wet finger press against his rim, taking a deep breath to relax. “Arch your back a little more baby boy.” Jimin commanded softly.

Yoongi did his bed, stretching as far as his body would let him. He let his eyes flutter close as Jimin began opening him with one finger, his heavy breathing turning into soft moans as the Dom added another and another before declaring him ready. “I’m going to put the vibrator inside, don’t move and don’t make a sound.”

Yoongi nodded, knowing a response wasn’t necessary. He felt the bed shift but Jimins touch didn’t leave his body, whether it be a finger touching his thigh or a leg brushing against his. It was comforting, a sense of security he never knew he wanted. He let himself fall into it, Jimin would take care of him.

He bit his lip, stifling his noises, as the toy was pushed inside of him, a thick butt plug shaped in the right way, resting against his prostrate. “All done, turn over.”

The doctor cursed under his breath as the toy shifted inside of him, laying down only seemingly making it press deeper inside of him. “Too deep,” Yoongi whined, lifting his hips from the bed.

Jimin eyed him for a minute, eyes lingering on his cock as he decides what to do. With a firm grip, he tugs the doctor's cock, finger pressing over the tip, nail scratching the sensitive skin. “Awh is it too much baby?.” Jimin teased, chuckling at Yoongis' nod. “Too bad I don’t care. You take what I give you, nothing more, nothing less.”

“But-“ Yoongi began to protest, silenced by a slap to his length.

“Stop whining, you’re pathetic.” Jimin revelled in the way Yoongis lips twitched in a smile, clearly enjoying the scene. Still, Jimin thought it best to check. “Colour?”

“Green, so so green. Don’t stop.” Yoongi pleaded, eyes wide. “Please”

“Oh, baby boy, I’m not going to stop until you’re crying and begging me to leave your poor little cock alone.” Jimin laughed, once again digging his nail into Yoongis's cock. “Im going to start now, for the first one, be silent.”

“Yes, S-sir.” Yoongi groaned, throwing his head back. The vibrations inside of his ass started slow, almost too slow but he knew with jimin being able to change it on the control that wouldn’t last much longer.

The doctor gasped as the Dom wrapped a firm hand around his cock, pumping the head. “Look at you leaking so prettily.”

Yoongi bit back a whine, grabbing the sheets as though it would ground him. “Let’s make this quick hm?” Jimins hand sped up as did the vibrator, the sudden change slightly overwhelming.

Yoongi let himself fall into the pleasure, heartbeat racing as he felt his orgasm build, his throbbing cock desperate for release, the toy in his ass stretching him deliciously as it pressed against his prostate.

“You want to cum?” Jimin asked, palming the tip of Yoongis cock. Chuckling when the other nodded enthusiastically. “Cum for me.”

Yoongi didn’t need to be told twice, he let go, his orgasm exploding within him just as Jimin pulled his hands away, his cock still spurting against his stomach. Yoongi looked at Jimin, wanting an explanation for the ruined orgasm. “W-why?”

Jimin turned the vibrator down, shifting back into his previous position beside Yoongis legs. “Just because you get to lay here and cum multiple times, doesn’t mean you’re going to get to enjoy it. I think I’ll use you for my pleasure today.”

Yoongi hissed as Jimins hand made its way to his cock again, already overly sensitive. “Let’s make you cum again hm?”

Jimin didn’t give him time to recover, flicking the vibrator up to the middle setting before using one hand to massage yoongis balls, the other still wrapped around his cock. “Maybe for the next one, I’ll let you fuck my thigh. Would you like that kitten?”

Yoongi nodded, head muddled with pleasure. “Please.”

Jimin hummed as though contemplating. “Maybe, depends on how fast you cum.” He jerked his hand fast, essentially knocking all the oxygen from the elder as he gripped the sheets, willing himself not to run from the overstimulation.

“Ji-Sir please.” Yoongi stuttered, noticing his mistake. “Sorry, just, ah fuck too much.” He felt himself wanting to cry, the continuous stimulation making him want to scream.

“Careful there, Kitten.” Jimin warned, hand lightly squeezing Yoongis balls. “Don’t wanna get yourself punished.”

“no Sir,” Yoongi answers, more of a moan than anything. “G-gonna cum.”

“Such a good boy for telling me. You can cum.” Jimin praises him, he did deserve it after all.

Yoongi couldn’t keep still this time, hips bucking upwards as the vibrator continued to rest against his prostate. Cock pulsing as he cum again, this time a scream muffled by a pillow accompanying it.

“There, good boy, so good.” Jimin talked him through it, this time with a hand holding his cock up, the other palm rubbing the angry red tip. “So beautiful.”

“H-hurts.” Yoongi teared up, trying to run from the stimulation only to be trapped by Jimins frame. “Pl-please no more.”

“You look so pretty crying baby.” Jimin smiled, leaning down to place a kiss on the doctor's face. “Are these tears all for me?”

Yoongi attempted to nod but couldn’t, every limb felt on fire, in the best way possible. He was blissfully fucked out.

Yoongi gave it another minute, allowing the other to catch his breath before standing up. “On your hands and knees on the floor.”

It took Yoongi a second to move, and his movements stumbled. Jimin was right beside him, ready to catch if necessary. It was beautiful the way Yoongi presented himself.

“So gorgeous, your ass is perfect.” Jimin spoke more so to himself, reaching to pull the vibrating plug out. Yoongi argued with a whine, his ass clenching around nothing as the toy was removed. “Look at you, so desperate for more despite already coming twice. So greedy baby.”

“Please, please” yoongi begged, unsure of what he was asking for exactly, just wanting something, just wanting Jimin.

“Okay, baby. On your knees, let me see your pretty cock.” Jimin helps him sit up, Yoongi spreading his knees giving jimin a full view.

Jimin circled him. “Look at you.”

Yoongi loved the feeling this position gave him, like prey being chased by a predator.

Jimin stepped forward, coming to press down on Yoongis cock, the doctor whining, eyes wide. “You’re so pathetic, get off like this, I want you to cum like this, beneath me.”

“T-too much.” Yoongi sobbed, still rutting against the pressure of Jimins foot.

Jimin raised his foot. Colour?”

“G-green,” Yoongi whined, pressing his cock against jimin as much as he could.

The Dom laughed, pressing down on the others cock again. “Look at you, so useless, only made to be fucked.”

“Wanna cum.” Yoongis hips stuttered, still, he continued fucking himself against jimin.

“No one is stopping you, baby boy, make a mess of yourself.”

Yoongi was breathless, his orgasm at its peak. “Sir will be happy if I cum again?”

“Sir will be very happy.” Jimin assured, a hand reaching to grip the hair of the other. “Cum for me pretty boy.”

With the added touch Yoongis orgasm snapped, dribbles of cum shooting across the floor lazily. The doctors' frame slumped against Jimins leg who thankfully was ready to catch the others weight. “So good for me baby boy, so proud of you. Let’s get you cleaned up hm?”

“Yes sir,” Yoongi responded, his tongue heavy.

“Not Sir anymore baby, just Jimin.”

“My jimin?” Yoongi asks teary-eyed.

“Yes.” Jimin laughed. “Your Jimin, let’s get you into a nice warm bath.”

Yoongi felt himself being lifted to his feet, a towel wrapped around him, he tried to help but his mind was floaty, nice. Jimin sat him atop the toilet seat as he ran a bath for him, adding one of the bath bombs he knew Yoongi liked. “It’s all ready.”

Yoongi stepped in carefully, watching as jimin undressed himself and slid into the bath, behind him. He lent back on Jimins chest, enjoying the way Jimin had wrapped his arms around him. “You did so well today, I’m so proud of you. How do you feel?”

“‘m good.” He breathed. “tired.”

“You surprised me, baby.” Jimin placed a kiss on the back of Yoongis head. “You never expressed interest in being submissive.”

“Is-is it bad?” Yoongi mumbled, slightly shameful.

“No no.” Jimin was quick to reassure. “Not bad at all, you are a beautiful submissive.”

“It was weird.” Yoongi admits, hand dragging through the water. “I never thought I’d like it that much.”

“How do you feel about that?” Jimin questioned.

Yoongi contemplated for a moment, he was sure he liked it, and would do it again. “Happy?”

“Would you want to try scenes with the others?”

Oh. “Uh- maybe.” Yoongi frowned.

Jimin noticed his tone. “What’s wrong?”

Yoongi didn’t know. “N-nothing.”

“Hey, talk to me, what’s going on in your mind?” Jimin brings his hand to draw shapes across yoongis thigh.

“I don’t think I’d want to do it with the others.” Yoongi admits.

“That’s okay, not every one wants that. It’s okay if it was a one-time experience.”

“No, I uh.” Yoongi stalls. “Just- just with you.”

Jimins mouth falls into an ‘o’. “How did you feel today Hyung?”

Yoongi stiffens. “Good.”

Jimin observes for a moment. “How about we stick with baby for right now?”

Yoongi nods almost fast enough to hit Jimins head. “Yes please.”

“Okay, baby it is. Now tell me, what did you feel when we started the scene?”

“Nervous.” Yoongi admits. “I’ve never been one to be submissive.”

“So when did it change?” Jimin asks.

“When you started calling me baby boy, when um, I was calling you Sir and you were just taking care of everything. I didn’t have to worry or think, just listen.” It was nice to just listen, nice to not worry, Yoongi thinks.

“That’s good baby, really good. You mentioned you’d only want to do this with me, which is entirely okay. I'm wondering why do you think that is?” He’s careful with the wording, not wanting to cause Yoongi any offence.

“It feels good with you. You’re a mean Dom.” Jimin laughs at that, Yoongi smiled at the sound. “I don’t think I’d want anyone else to see me like this.”

“You know they will right? Because of the recording.” Jimin explains, unsure if yoongi had forgotten.

“I know, it’s different seeing it through a screen.” Yoongi answers. “I’d like to do it again.”

“We can discuss that. I’d be happy to.” Jimin wouldn’t say it again but yoongi truly was a beautiful submissive. “I’d be honoured to.”

“I-uh-like it when you’re mean. I think I would like to try random scenes, I wouldn’t mind you being dominant when you think I need it, just, I don’t know, put me in my place sometimes.” Yoongi feels ashamed as he admits a want he had once Ignored.

“I can definitely do that, I already know your limits. It’s okay to want and need these things baby, it isn’t bad and you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed about. How about we start off with something small? I’ll drop honorifics whatever I think you’re in that headspace and you can either correct me, tell me to call you Hyung, and I’ll stop or you can ignore it and I’ll continue. That way I can be sure it’s something you actually want at the moment and that way you’ll have a chance to change your mind.”

Yoongi hums, a light shiver running through him from the lack of warm water. “I’d like that. I could still have a way to tell you yes or no without directly saying it.”

“Correct baby. Never forget you can always safe word.” Jimin knows he knows but the reminder is still necessary. “How about we get you washed and dry? We could watch a movie and cuddle?”

“Yes please, and food?” Yoongi asks, voice hopeful.

Jimin giggles, bringing yoongis hand to his lips. “Of course baby.”

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[la-taegi]

[Yoonmin] Winters Song and Dance

Jimin, the dancer, and Yoongi, the pianist both practice late into the night. One particularly hard night, Jimin sneaks into Yoongi's favorite place to practice at 2 AM to listen to him play originally posted on AO3

Tags: Fluff, Comfort, I love them.

The auditorium was dark, filled with warm air. Hundreds of red velour seats with no one sitting in them. It was empty except for the dust particles that Yoongi could see floating around in the soft yellow light that shone over the stage. This was Yoongis favorite spot to play. He often would sneak into this auditorium through the windows that were cracked open due to the lack of ventilation. He sat comfortably at the piano whenever his thoughts carried him to uncomfortable memories, or dark places. Stress seemed to relieve itself from his shoulders as he pressed into the keys. His eyes closed as he felt the heat of the stage lights on his skin, which would usually bother him except for the fact that snow was piling on the windowsill he climbed through. Some might say it was a bit stuffy, but Yoongi found it to be perfect.

He was so entranced in the melody that played from his fingers that he didn’t notice the creaking window being slid open, nor the figure that came in through it. Cheeks and nose red from the bitter cold outside, Park Jimin tried to be as quiet as possible as not to disturb Yoongis practice. His limbs were aching from dancing into the wee hours of the night. He didn't even take off his leotard. He felt so tired. Feeling the burn in his calves, Jimin wonders if he went too hard this time. He had already tried texting Yoongi, but after no reply he knew he would be here, in this auditorium. Yoongi hadn’t noticed him yet, it was perfect. Jimin sat in one of the chairs hidden in the shadows to listen to him play for a while.

It was a couple of minutes. Yoongi swayed his body back and forth, hunched slightly with his eyes closed as his hands drifted across the keys. Jimin felt so at peace. He loved listening to him play, but hearing him play when he thought no one else was listening was a completely different experience. He watched as Yoongi played a few more measures, his eyes opening halfway in a state of total relaxation and contentment. Jimin saw a lazy smile tug at the corners of Yoongis mouth as the song wrapped up. Oh. So he knew Jimin was there the whole time didn’t he…

“Enjoy the show?” Yoongis voice echoed through the theatre, amused but still soft. “How’d you know I was here?”

Jimin stood up, walking onto the wooden stage ignoring the ache running through his muscles, “I tried to text you hyung~.” He pouts “I knew you’d be here after you didn’t reply or at least read my message within 10 minutes.”

Yoongi laughs a little, turning his body to face the dancer. “Were you hungry?” He asks. Usually, Yoongi would be furious with anyone trying to interrupt his private time with his piano, but this was Jimin and he could never be mad at him when he has such a cute pout on his face and rosy cheeks from the cold.

“No hyung, just was tired and wanted to see you” Jimin mumbles, shifting his weight to one side to avoid hurting his calf anymore than he already did today. Yoongi stares at him for a moment, then his eyes soften and he pats the piano seat next to him, “Sit” he says quietly.

Jimin sits down next to Yoongi, both still facing away from the piano. Yoongi places a hand on Jimins thigh out of habit, and was shocked when he heard Jimin whine in pain. “Jiminie-” his eyes widened as Jimins squeezed shut. Damn, that was the leg that was hurting. “Sorry, just…” Jimin starts, “I’ve been practicing since 10 am today, since I had the day off.” He twiddles his thumbs, staring down at them as he explains. He knows Yoongi is looking at him with worry and doesnt want to see.

Yoongi removes his hand from Jimins leg and instead gently tllts Jimins head up so that he faces him. “You worked hard Jimin-ah. I’m worried about this, but I’m glad you came to see me.” His eyes were serious and warm at the same time. He leans forward to press a soft kiss on Jimins forehead. “Stay still for a minute” He whispers.

Yoongi gets onto the ground and Jimin is confused. A hand is placed back on Jimins leg and gently squeezes a few times as it makes it's way down to his ankle. “Yeah, your leg’s all tense Jimin-ah..” Yoongi frowns. “Let hyung help.”

Yoongi massages the tight muscles of Jimins calves, his hands working into the knots. “Hyung.. You dont have to..” Jimin pouts as he feels relief flooding his body. “Thats enough of that,” Yoongi chuckles “Taking care of you also makes me feel better, so just look at it as a selfish act.”

So there they were, on the stage, Yoongis magic hands taking the pain away from Jimins muscles. Nothing but silence and the occasional breeze that comes in through the open window. When Yoongi is done, he sits back next to Jimin, who yawns and smiles “Thank you hyung. It feels much better.” He blushes as Yoongi ruffles his hair and faces the piano. While staring at the keys, Yoongi pats his shoulder, asking Jimin to rest on it.

It took a second for Jimin to register the red flushing Yoongis cheeks. It’s enough to make Jimin smile widely and graciously accept his offer. Yoongis lips jut out in an embarrassed pout, which only make Jimin giggle and hug the older boy.

Yoongis hands land on the piano keys gracefully, and he starts to play another song. This one was another soft melody, like the one he played before. This time, it was for Jimin. “Rest. Hyung will wake you when we leave” He whispers, leaning his head against Jimins. He can feel the soft hair brushing his cheek as he glides his hands across the grand piano. Jimin nods and hums something, tightening his arms around Yoongis's waist until the music carries him to sleep.

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[btschooseafic]

AO3 Recs

Heartbeats in Stone by idyllic_hummingbird [completed]

seokjin x taehyung, eventual ot7, polyam, yoongi x jimin, hoseok x namjoon x jungkook, magical creatures, magic, supernatural, saving the world, seokjin centric (but the others get plenty of ‘screen time’ too!), prophecy, sirens

seokjin is told he’s prophesied to save the world. also, some people want to kidnap him, but taehyung promises to protect him, and jimin and yoongi will do their best to help.

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[memesady]

Looking for a Long term Roleplay partner, specifically for BTS Roleplay.

I’m not picky about ships but I do prefer Yoonmin, taekook or namjin.

I like to be the bottom so I would write for Jimin Tae and Jin.

Have to be 18+ for smut reasons.

I love any scenrois angst is my favorite. Please hit me up!!

#BTSRoleplay #yoonmin #Taekook #Namjin #Roleplay #Yoonminroleplay

#yoonmin #bts roleplay #Yoonminroleplay #roleplay #jimin x yoongi #jimin #yoongi

[yoonminxtaylor]

i loved you in secret

first sight, yeah, we love without reason

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[derireo-galge]

Mine/Yours | 4,8k | yoonmin✍🏼

Jimin, the youngest prince of Fairy realm is well adjusted to the human world. He works as a model, famous for his charming visuals and personality. A bonus? His long-term boyfriend Yoongi gets jealous and the fairy gets to enjoy his possessive side.

[ human Yoongi x fairy Jimin | sex toys | spanking | biting | dirty talk | possessive behavior | jealousy roleplay | unwanted flirting | consensual sex | dom/sub switch ]

🦋

As far as work went, the day was great.

It started as usual, Jimin was up in the early hours of the morning to quickly get ready and leave for the outdoor photoshoot he had scheduled that day.

He was excited, with the floral theme and surrounded by nature he will replenish his energy much quicker than he would if it was in the city. There were too few green spaces, except for the local arboretum and various parks spread around the urban jungle.

His fairy soul sometimes craved vast planes of nature and the depths of forests. Nevertheless he learnt to adjust.

Because all the inconveniences don't matter much when you do it for the right reason. And he had a really good one.

He walked up to the bed, already wearing his comfortable joggers and a cream oversized sweater.

There, on the messed up sheets, laid his other half, the love of his life, his human boyfriend Min Yoongi.

He was sprawled on his belly, one leg bent, which made his spine curl in a beautiful way. The streaming light from the windows made him look like he was glowing, lines soft and colours muted. He was snoring quietly, but ofc he didn't, if you ask him.

The urge to just stay nestled next to him, breathing in his scent and sharing the warmth of their bodies was strong and Jimin almost gave in.

- Go on then, stop watching me sleep, - Yoongi rasped, eyes still fully closed.

Giving in just for a moment he climbed on top of his lover, pressing tightly - chest to back - and laid a chain of kisses from his shoulder along the neck and finished behind his ear.

- It'll be a few hours love. Hopefully I can be done by late afternoon.

- Mhm, - he heard back and giggled sweetly.

Yoongi was so soft and adorable in the morning it was physically painful to leave him there.

We need more such lazy mornings, the fairy thought, where we can just lay together and not think about the upcoming day, responsibilities, mundane things. Dedicate time to us only.

During the shoot he went through the sets with ease, quickly adjusting and giving his best. The concept was to his liking which is why he agreed to participate. So workwise everything went relatively normal. Until his boyfriend, his other half showed up at the set.

It was at an unfortunate moment. One of the assistant makeup artists was touching up the model's foundation, with the latter sitting in a chair and the other man almost towering over him.

He would sometimes make flirty comments to which Jimin was responding quite coldly. He's been waiting for the man to make a mistake in his line of work or to just report him if he gets too bothersome and get him fired but that one was careful.

At least the fairy knew he could stand up for himself and his manager was informed too. Seems like today was an unfortunate day for the assistant photographer because Yoongi came up to them the moment the man cupped both his cheeks as if to check his makeup.

He was just telling Jimin how beautiful he is and so on and so forth when they heard the sound of throat clearing. Jimin looked to the side to see his lover standing there, tight black jeans, leather jacket and a baseball cap attire.

Heavens, he looked like he stepped out of a film. He was holding a paperbag, definitely with something for the model to eat.

- Darlin', - he said, - I brought you lunch. He pointedly looked at the hands on his baby's face and raised his eyebrow.

That's when the assistant finally realised he was doing something wrong and quickly vanished with an apology.

- My love, - Jimin smiled sweetly. - I have the last set left. Is this for me? - he motioned at the paperbag and Yoongi lifted it up as an offer.

The younger though had to almost pry his hyung's fingers from it since he was clutching it so hard, his knuckles turned white.

- I have something else for you too, - he rasped, tongue pushing on the inside of his cheek, - But that's a conversation we'll have at home.

Oh, Yoongi was pissed, Jimin thought. His jaw was locked and he wasn't looking him in the eyes but rather roaming his whole body with his heated gaze. The model preened.

Yoongi coming here was a lovely unexpected surprise and he couldn't have been happier because the last set of clothes is amazing silk set of lingerie and creamy white robe, so short and thin it actually left almost nothing to imagination.

He set the bag on the table to eat a little later and walked up to his boyfriend. Mindful of the delicate clothes, he leaned in, kissing the hard set of his jaw and his pink tinted lips. Jimin heard him sigh and relax into the little side hug the younger gave him.

- I won't be long, - Jimin whispered, - and then I'll be done for today and we can go home.

The fairy pecked him on the nose, making Yoongi scrunch it as if he was annoyed but Jimin knew better. He was just flustered because he loved the nose kisses a lot.

Throughout the last set he tried to stay as concentrated as possible which proved to be a challenge. Yoongi stood nearby, watching his every move, tracing the lines of his body with his eyes. Jimin knew how he looked and just /how/ he looked in lingerie.

Yoongi must be having a hard time right now. Knowing his boyfriend was watching he put just a tad more effort in every pose. He knew what was coming next but Yoongi didn't.

For the last series of pictures they invited another model, thinking it would be a good bonus. Jimin hoped his hyung wouldn't jump over all the equipment and won't carry him away from here in the middle of it.

Yoongi felt his blood boil. Some tall dimpled guy, buff and big was on the set with his boyfriend. And rationally he understood it was work. Jimin though loved his outbursts of jealousy, which were never truly malicious.

The elder watched as Jimin bent and leaned and twisted around the guy, looking so dainty and small, watched huge arms around HIS tiny waist, holding it, lifting his boyfriend up in the air. He was getting hot under his collar just looking at his lover's body so graceful, pliant.

He imagined how it soon will be his arms around him. The shoot finished and Jimin was free to go. He listened to his manager talk while eating the rolls Yoongi brought him, sipping on americano.

- I'm free to go, - he announced when Yoongi walked up to him to carry his duffel bag and put the light coat over his sweater. - Home?

- Home, - Yoongi agreed and they walked out with the elder's hand resting on the small of his back.

The car ride was mostly silent, save for some casual talk. Both knew they were buzzing with anticipation. Jimin watched as his boyfriend confidently drove with one hand on the steering wheel, looking like the most delicious treat in all black and face seemingly nonchalant.

He though knew he wasn't as calm as he looked. Yoongi was a passionate lover. Maybe he deliberately accumulated as much energy as possible so he can lay it all out when they're intimate.

The younger trailed after his hyung and when he turned around and locked the door he was pressed right to it.

- Hello, my pretty fairy, - Yoongi's voice was deep, making butterflies fly to his lower belly.

- Hyung,- Jimin whispered, turning his head to the side, Did you enjoy the photoshoot?

Yoongi pressed his palms on Jimins waist, making his voluminous butt stick out even more. He immediately pressed his crotch against it and grinded, letting the man know how aroused he was.

- I liked it a lot, you were splendid, - he complimented, - What I didn’t appreciate though was that makeup artist spewing his lovesick nonsense to you. And you, - he thrusted his hardon roughly between Jimins clothed asscheeks making him let out an “Ah!”, - were allowing it. With a little smile on your face.

Jimin stayed quiet waiting for Yoongi to continue. His own dick twitched in his pants, swelling.

- Did you like what he was saying to you? - his boyfriend came closer, pressing Jimin to the door so no space was left between them.

- You enjoyed his basic compliments, huh, Park Jimin?

The younger felt his lovers breath on his neck and a strong hand curling around his throat.

- You’re mine, Jimin-ah. -and he squeezed tighter, pulled so Jimin’s head titled ack and started covering his neck in kisses.

- Hyung, - he choked out and the elder let go only to grab his hair with one hand and lay his other arm around his lithe chest.

- Hyung, you know it didn’t mean a thing, right? - he said while he was being held tight, and left towards their bedroom, his hair clutched in a tight grip. - It's doing nothing for me, I only like when you tell me these things. Besides, it wasn’t all nonsense. - he teased.

With no answer he was let go and pushed across the bed. Then he felt a pillow being placed under his hips.

- Take your pants off, - Yoongi said firmly.

Jimin whined half heartedly and raised his hips to undo the pants and pull them down to his knees.

- Hands in front of you, - his voice got raspy, by the end, accompanied by the sound of his belt buckle.

Jimin suppressed the urge to moan right there and bunch up the sheets in his fists. The first swat of the belt was light, testing.

The couple after them were harder and with others yoongi almost didn’t hold back. Jimin whined and held onto the sheets until he got a break.

But the break was only for the elder to approach and take the underwear off his reddened bottom down to his knees.

- I find it amusing that no matter how much praise you get you’re always hungry for more, - Yoongi commented, - so let's give you more then, shall we?

He landed the belt across the bare asscheeks and heard jimin finally moan.

You look beautiful with your ass marked up red, - he said and Jimin buried his face in the bedsheets, fighting the urge to beg his boyfriend to speed up. He felt another lick of the belt lower, almost under the round globes and couldnt help but wail into the blankets.

- So pretty and obedient for me. Taking everything I give you. - Yoongi swatted again and this time it was on the back of the youngers thighs and that made him squirm.

- So adorable, you’re getting desperate, aren’t you?

Yoongi painted his thighs with wide red lines almost all the way down, spilling dirty praises after each blow.

Jimin heard all the ways Yoongi would have him.

How the sweet little fairy looked so sinful with his ass on display and lower back bent more and more, begging to be spanked and fucked.

The moment the belt landed on the floor jimin felt hands wrapping around his ankles.

Yoongi roughly pulled him to the edge of the bed, getting rid of his clothes, a sudden movement making the younger cry out.

His hyung adjusted the pillow under his hips again, pulling his hard cock and balls back to lay on it as well.

- Stay still, doll.

Jimin laid there, patient, knees far apart and all his behind aching from the belt treatment. He heard shuffling, undoubtedly from his boyfriend undressing.

Yoongi kneeled and his arms went around the plump marked ass, smoothing the burning skin.

- Mine, - he said before licking between the cheeks.

- Uummm, - the younger could contain his moans.

Yoongi lazily licked at the puckered entrance and teased the leaking cockhead with his fingers, slow and deliberate. Like he had all the time in the world.

When he circled his hand above the balls to get a hold of them and moved his fingers to cup and pinch them Jimin all but cried.

- Hyung, - he panted, hips bucking back on the tongue buried in his hole, - Ah, hyung, please, wanna come!

Yoongi detached his mouth with the final lick and hummed.

- Not sure about that, doll, but you can try while I use your tight hole and fill it up.

The fairy groaned but didn’t protest. His hyung totally enamored him with his passionate play and skillful tongue.

He raised on his arms and arched his spine, tilting his head back. In the upside down view he saw Yoongi opening a bottle of lube and generously pouring it on his copper palm.

- Want anything? - his eyebrow rose in question but the corners of his lips were lifting up.

He leaned in and kissed the pouty lips, still covered in glittery gloss. His hand went around the column of his neck and suddenly squeezed, pulling him up on his knees.

- Is that how close you let him in your personal space? Even if there's no need for that?

- No-uhh, - Jimin opened his mouth, tongue darting to the elders lips that were inches away.

He got kissed again, slowly, passionately, while being thoroughly stretched. One finger became two, then three and four, thrusting inside at a fast pace.

- You-yoongi, I can't, - Jimin whimpered into the wet lips. The hold on his throat wasn't restricting his breathing but it was always there, a reminder he was at Yoongi's mercy.

His boyfriend moved behind, letting his neck go and stroking his stiff cock, lathering it with more lube. He noticed Jimin rubbing at his lower back. He came closer, drawing circles on it with the knuckles of both of his hands.

- Is it sore? - his voice was concerned.

- Just tired, - the fairy sighed sweetly at the massage.

- On your back then, - the elder said, - Keep your legs up.

He propped Jimin's ass on the pillow, caressing the belt marks with his fingertips and holding his pretty pink cock in his palm.

Jimin weaved his arms around his legs that were lifted in the air, hugging the knees close to his chest.

- So flexible for me, doll, - Yoongi praised, - Perfect.

He slipped inside with little resistance, making the younger flinch and relax almost instantly. As he said  he was going to use his body to his pleasure.

Still holding the leaking cock in his hand he thrusted inside, submerging in between tight walls with a loud grunt and jostling the fairy in the process.

- A-ah, - Jimin half moaned half breathed out, - Yoongi-hyung, I-

-You - will take - what you're given, - the elder punctuated each couple of words with a slam of his thick cock inside. Jimin gripped his legs harder.

Yoongi thrusted roughly, gradually speeding up his moves, hands on both sides of the exposed butt, all but pulling it on his girth like a fleshlight.

He saw Jimin's cock twitch and change the trajectory of his moves to graze his prostate better.

And soon the younger came, his release dribbling on his tummy and running down the sides.

- I'll never get tired of seeing this, - Yoongi stroked the spent cock with his fingers prompting some more droplets to leak out of the slit.

He caught them on his palm, watching how it glitters and licked them clean , tasting his fairy.

Jimin mewled, watching him, still receiving faint thrusts to give him a breather. And so it was over with Yoongi fucking him ferociously, chasing his own peak.

The moment Jimin wanted to ask for pause he heard a squeaky grunt and he felt the elder slowing down, pulling out to finish on him. He parted his legs and felt his abdomen being covered with hit droplets.

- This, this belongs to me, - his hyung rasped, smearing the mess of his come on the youngers belly. - You belong to me.

- Of course, my love, - he saw Yoongi backing off and quickly raised his legs again, putting them on his broad shoulders and catching him off guard.

- Jimin-ah? Jimin-ah!

The fairy used his ankles to pull his lover closer and he had to put his elbows on the sides of the youngers head.

- Where do you think you’re going? - he said not letting his hyung utter a word he crashed their lips together.

The kiss was hard, hungry. Jimin was drinking his hums and breaths, swirling his tongue around the other’s. His plush lips traveled to his cheeks and ear lowered to the neck and shoulder. And there he bit the tender flesh, enough to leave a mark.

- Huh-ah! - Yoongi gasped following with a moan.

Jimin bit the skin again, not far from the first one albeit a little lighter. He grazed the shoulder with his teeth, licking the spots he nipped with tenderness, totally opposite of the biting.

- My hungry fairy, Yoongi mumbled, smoothing his hair, - want something from hyung?

- Want hyung, - he almost growled and his boyfriend chuckled.

- So damn insatiable.

Jimin hugged his waist with his strong legs and with the help of his hand he rolled them on the bed, situating himself on Yoongi's belly.

- Wanna claim hyung, - Jimin grabbed him by the chin, - make him mine forever, so everyone sees he’s taken.

- Don't think I didn't notice how you all dressed up. Enjoying when all heads turn to your direction?

The elder looked how Jimin turned from pliant into commanding in a flick of the fingers.

- They can look all they want. They can fantasize, they can dream, but the dream is all mine. - Jimin leaned to connect their lips again, licking over them after, training his tongue down to the jut between the collarbones.

He nipped at his boyfriends chest, so full and delightful when squeezed in both his palms, he sucked hard on pink nipples, making his hyung buck his hips. Jimin then pinched both his nipples hard making him mewl.

- Tsk, cant stay still? I’m busy here, - and he leaned back in to nibble on the buds, making them prettily swollen.

Yoongis head was lolling from side to side, eyes shut tight from his boyfriends skilled hands. And his teeth.

Because Jimin planted his sucks and bites all the way to his crotch and was aiming for his inner thighs, lowering himself on the floor and settling one of the elders legs on his shoulders.

- Ready? - he asked with a little smirk and Yoongi nodded, resigned, letting his lover do as he pleases.

He felt him biting the soft flesh, marking him purple and pink.

- So gorgeous and all mine, - the younger mumbled into the skin before licking over the bitten skin.

Yoongi's cock was hanging heavy again and the fairy licked at the bobbing length, taking it in his hand and stroking it with a mix of saliva and precome.

Yoongi didnt fail to notice the way Jimin was looking at his butt.

- If you want me, then have me, Jimin-ah. - he panted, balls tensing at the heavenly glide.

- With pleasure, hyung, - the fairy replied simply, standing up to get the lube and coming back to lean and kiss his lovers mouth.

- No matter how much I kiss you I can't have enough.

Yoongi groaned, and circled his arms around the other's neck.

- Want you close like this, - he breathed out, - Want to see your eyes as you come inside me.

Jimin kissed him again in response and got to work. He lathered his fingers and traced the quivering entrance. He rubbed and prodded at it until he was let in. He turned his fingers inside, making room for himself.

Yoongi breathed heavily, mumbling how good it feels and how he wants Jimin's cock inside him.

- Fuck me, Jimin-ah, - he reached the swollen cock with his hand and pawed at it, trying to finally guide it inside himself. Jimin gladly did it for him.

He pushed in and out inch by inch, pulling out as much as he was pushing, leaving the entrance gaping. He bottomed out, grinding and adjusting, feeling his hyung sucking him in.

- So greedy for my cock, hyungie, - the younger teased and was drawn close to the other's face with the strength of his arms around his neck.

Their breaths mixed as they panted in each other's open mouths, moving slowly, in deep gentle thrusts.

As tough as Yoongi fucked he loved to be made love to softly, tenderly. He was very sensitive and just moaned on a long note in the periphery of Jimin's hearing, stopping only to take a gulp of breath.

- I can't.., - he started saying.

- I got you, - Jimin's hand went down to wrap around the cockhead and he rubbed the calloused pads of his fingers all over and under it, caressing his hyung to completion.

He pulled out and soon came in his hand, looking in Yoongi's eyes and trembling in his arms.

- Kiss me, - he asked, and Jimin went easily, lips meeting lips in a soft touch, gliding wet and slow.

- You've calmed down, - his boyfriend said, tracing his jawline and looking at his reddened nose.

- You liked it though, right? - He chuckled, smiling in content.

- You did too, - Jimin looked over at his lover, so relaxed and sated, long hair spread over the blankets.

- Love being yours, - he slurred, not opening his eyes.

 

Bonus:

- Yoongi-hyung! - the fairy called, almost shedding his pollen and barging inside the bathroom.

His boyfriend, the love of his life, was rinsing off the soapy suds from his body, the shower cabin fogged up with steam.

He turned the water off and stepped out of it.

- What's the matter, love?

- Hyung, look the parcel arrived, - he excitedly bounced on the balls of his feet, - Let's open it right now!

The elder went to get his robe but realised it was on the young man and he left with a towel option.

- Did you open the door in just your robe? It’s untied, - the day had just started but he already felt all his mana seeping away from him.

- Don't worry I was covered enough, - Jimin playfully scratched under his chin and rushed towards the bedroom.

Yoongi sighed, exasperated, but his heart was fond.

He turned around the corner and saw Jimin sitting on the bed, impatiently opening the package.

He's been talking about this for days, a late birthday present from his fairy friends, who work in a shop and could deliver items in the fairy realm.

- Do you at least know if it is for the kitchen, or-

- For the bedroom, - the younger replied, holding a piece of paper in his hands reading it with wide opened eyes.

He unwrapped the material inside the box and threw it over the contents immediately.

- Uh, hyung…

- Why, why, what is it? - he was burning with curiosity and it came up to it look at it himself.

He moved the fabric to reveal two obvious dildoes, striking purple colour and quite advanced in girth, probably like him and Jimin.

The base was adorned in something that looked like blunt fangs, making it look monstrous.

- I, - he realised his voice cracked and cleared his throat, - I’ve never seen anything like that, is it what fairy toys look like?

- Yeah, - Jimin was pressing both palms to his red face, only apples of his red hued cheeks visible. - It is one of the most popular designs in our realm. I asked to order a couple set but had no idea what they will choose.

Yoongi took one in his hands and noticed something under ir, he pulled it out and they were two sets of body harnesses. One had leather straps going around just the torso, another had ones to fasten around the neck and thighs too.

- You would love this darling, look, - Yoongi laid the neck and thigh on Jimin.

The young man opened his eyes and gasped.

- I love it! - he looked at the other one, - oh, it would look so good on your chest, - the fairy licked his lips, longing to see the broad shoulders and delicious buff chest in the confines of the harness.

- Want to try them on?

They got rid of the robe and towels, revealing their nudity. Both took time to look at one another, appreciating the view.

They helped fasten the harness around their bodies, gliding their palms on lean muscles and soft curves, the view too enticing not to trace patterns in each others skin.

- You look wonderful, hyung - Jimin's eyes were glimmering in awe, strong enough to make the elder flustered.

- You’re stunning, he whispered, cupping his boyfriends jaw, - So stunning for me.

His eyes went back to the opened package.

- These actually seem like they'd be really good, - Yoongi picked up the purple dildo up and saw it had a suction cap-look we could attach it to the floor.

- Or both, - Jimin suggested, - could both try them out. What do you think?

- I love that, - Yoongi rushed to kiss his baby on the mouth, lips fighting for dominance even though they both always won in the end.

Jimin got the lube and asked yoongi to turn around.

Gliding his slicked up fingers in one by one he held him firm by the harness to pull jim on three and then four of his fingers, stretching him for the toy.

- What about you? - Yoongi asked, stroking his cock to ease the pressure.

You can watch me do it, the fairy declared and laid on his back, help me? Push my knees to my chest.

Thats how Yoongi got the first row for the stretching show.

He was towering over Jimin pushing him by the back of his knees watching how stubby fingers go in and out of the loosening hole. When both of them were ready they attached the dildos to the floor not far from one another.

- Ah, ah, - Yoongi moaned as he was sitting himself on one of them, the girth size was familiar except for the row of bumps that was running all along the silicone shaft.

Eventually inch by inch he lowered himself on the purple cock ballsack neatly resting among the fangs.

- That's nice, - he commented gruffly, leaning forward on his arms, wiggling his butt a little to adjust the position.

Jimin waited until his hyung got comfortable and went down to try the present too.

- Mm, hah, - Jimin got halfway down the dildo and stopped, panting. - Those ridges are amazing.

He moaned again when Yoongi took both hands and supported him by the elbows while the younger slowly slid all the way down, mewling at the sensation.

- Good, darling? - Yoongi asked.

He found it hot that they both were on the receiving end tonight simultaneously, that didn't happen all that often.

- Yeah, Jimin was leaning on his hands too, - it's like, like you're in me but before you went inside you put anal beads there and all together it's just-

- Too much?

- Just right.

They rolled themselves on the artificial cocks, rocking their hips and occasionally adding the lube. The distance allowed to easily lean in or pull the other by the straps of the harness for a messy kiss or two.

- I'm getting close so fast, - Jimin whined, still indulating his hips in waves and circles.

- Me too, - Yoongi was sweating, chest already damp and glimmering with sweat. - Here, let me take care of you.

He grabbed their weeping cocks with one hand, lengths pink and swollen, while his other hand went around to the younger's ass, between his cheeks. He could feel the monster cock going in and out the entrance, stretching his lover wide and filling him full.

He helped to guide him on the toy, sticking his finger inside the right space from time to time. The calloused hand felt so good on both their cocks, Jimin cried out in bliss.

- You're doing so good baby, - the elder praised, kissing the leather covered neck, - Come for me.

- Ah, hyung! - it was all that took them to come in Yoongi's hand, not too far apart from each other.

- A deadly weapon, - his hyung concluded, popping off the toy and groaning at the feeling of his thoroughly stretched hole.

- Will take some time getting used to but it's great. Loved it, - Jimin stood up from the floor, satisfied and high on endorphins.

They laid on the cool sheets, unclasping the harnesses and rubbing at the faint marks they left. They rested there kissing and lapping at the red bitten lips and smoothing the hair, chuckling at their spontaneous play time.

Looking at the blissed out face of his other half he was sure, he'll have to thank his friends for the presents. And maybe ask to send more.

~end~

#ai-ee au #ai-ee au vers yoonmin #yoonmin #bts au fic #bts fanfction #yoonmin au #human x fairy #jimin x yoongi #yoongi x jimin #switch yoonmin

[jiminlovebot7]

Rule Of Law - Chapter Seven

Namjoon senses something is very wrong with this man. If he doesn’t come to the playground with a child and Seonnie remembers him, then he must come often. Who does that? Namjoon picks up his phone to call his security company. He sends Jimin a text:

Jimin-ah, there’s some weird man at the playground. Seonnie has seen him often. Gonna call the security company. Can you talk to the nanny? I’m pissed that she hasn’t fkin noticed…

(read on ao3)

#rule of law fic #yoonmin #min yoongi #jimin #jiminshiii #jiminlovebot7 #jimin fluff #jimin x yoongi #yoongi x jimin

[planetlino1]

Crash and Burn ⋆ Chapter One

Operation “Get Our Money Back” [link]

4.8k words [21k+ total], rated mature [soon to-be e!], ongoing

Jisung (Han) finds himself in a sticky situation after being rudely interrogated by co-bosses Yoongi (Agust D) and Chan (CB97) following a robbery from a rival gang.

Chapter Tags: Gun Violence, Non-Explicit Sex, Drug Usage

#minsung #yoonmin #minsung fic #minsung fanfic #yoonmin fic #yoonmin fanfic #stray kids #bts #han x lee know #jimin x yoongi #bts fic #stray kids fic #ao3: planetlino1

[imjusthereforthegayness]

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[bangtaninborderland]

YoonMin one shot sneak peak 🥺

#yoonmin #bts yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi fic #yoongi smut #yoongi comfort #yoongi angst #jimin #jimin smut #jimin x yoongi #jimin drabble #jimin angst #jimin comfort #bts fic #bts #bts x reader #jimin x reader

[marxy-06]

Favorites Fic Recs 5

Thank you to all the amazing writers <3

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[euphoricfilter]

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober masterlist

31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

please read the warnings for each chapter!!

･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.

☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk (but no actual kids because yuck)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play

tags/ warnings: pwp, pet play, ass play, fingering of both holes, butt plugs, mild dumbification

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding

tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia

tags/ warnings: pwp, somnophilia, consensual drugging, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink

tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration

tags/ warnings: pwp, use of a dildo (the ones that have a hole for fake cum), double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie x2 ?, squirting

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, he’s hung okay? whatever you’re thinking make it bigger— he has a fat cock, belly bulge

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports

tags/ warnings: pwp, watersports (pee), cumming untouched, literally wet and messy

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming

tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingers in mouth!!!! (lets gooo), oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, subspace, condescending dom hoseok!!! (lets gooooooo!!!)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation

tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting

tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingering, a singular slap to the pussy, squirting, cumming untouched, cum swallowing? sort of? cum is ingested basically, all very lighthearted and fun

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, spitting in a mouth (yum?), wet and messy, unprotected sex, creampie

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism? kinda, they just fuck in a public gym, the panties stayed on, finger in mouth !!!!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting

☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use

☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking

☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism

☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism

☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo

☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play

☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play

☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari

☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator

☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing

☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink

☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge

☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink

#bts smut #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts kinktober #jungkook smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #hoseok smut #namjoon smut #yoongi smut #seokjin smut #bts x reader #jungkook fanfic #jimin fanfic #taehyung fanfic #namjoon fic #seokjin fanfic #yoongi fanfic #bts #hoseok fanfic

[btschooseafic]

AO3 Recs

sometimes you’re my always by aprofessorstale [completed]

jimin x yoongi, gender exploration, attraction exploration, asexual character, genderfluid character, canon compliantish

jimin discovers he’s asexual. yoongi is sometimes yoonji. together they explore their attraction to each other 

#bts fanfic recs #bts fanfiction #archive of our own #ao3 #asexual character(s) #gender queer character(s) #canon compliantish #jimin x yoongi #yoongi x jimin #yoonmin #aprofessorstale

[curryshesus]

bts fics that radiate sheer utter brilliance

(aka my favorite fics of all time) pt. 1

hello, hello! please make sure to show your love and support to these lovely authors if you enjoyed any of these reads as much as i did <3 note: all of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni please). enjoy!

➺ the road to you - by @bonvoyagenoona

| ot7 x reader (tae focus) | 110k

au of all aus, best friend!taehyung, high school boyfriend!jimin, professor!yoongi, college boyfriend!jungkook, art enthusiast and city heartthrob!namjoon, barista!hobi, actor!jin, angst, fluff, smut, series

>>summary: "armed with your quick wit, creative passion, talent for storytelling, and innate understanding of your fanbase, you have met every challenge, surpassed every goal, and achieved the unimaginable. despite the earth shifting erratically under your firmly planted feet, you’ve always had a plan. you’ve made peace with the sacrifices you’ve had to make, and you’ve long forgotten the rejections and heartbreaks that came as a result. your agent keeps reminding you that you’re at the precipice of something new, that your audience is waiting for your next project with bated breath. this is usually when you thrive. so why do you feel so lost? and who can you count on from your past to help you find your way?"

➺ matilda - by @babystrcandy

| yoongi x reader | 141.8k

brother’s best friend au, f2e2f2l, slice of life, angst, fluff, eventual smut, series

>> summary: "loneliness had always been a constant for you, haunting you like a ghost; until your older brother’s best friend, min yoongi, came into your life. you both promised each other something back then - you’d always have his support and he’d always have yours. but with time and age, you weren’t sure how much that all still stood to be true."

➺ bitchin' - by @kinktae

| jungkook x reader | 49.5k

1980’s au, inspired by to all the boys i’ve loved before, e2l, fake lovers/college au, frat boy!jungkook, smut, series

>> summary: "the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook."

➺ flower - by @readyplayerhobi

| hoseok x reader |

online dating au, fluff, future angst, future smut, series

>> summary: "you finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the flower dating app. one of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. what happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

➺ suncity - by @jamaisjoons

| hoseok x reader | 17k

strangers to lovers au, vacation au, angst, fluff, smut, oneshot

>> summary: "when you’d taken a spontaneous trip to barcelona, you hadn’t expected to meet hoseok. more than that, you hadn’t expected to begin a torrid affair with him."

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

| jungkook x reader | 40.9k

fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc, s2l, fwb, smut, angst, oneshot

>> summary: "jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return."

➺ peach parfait - by @jamaisjoons

| seokjin x reader | 19k

enemies to lovers au, fluff, smut, slight angst, two parts

>> summary: "you and seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at big hit academy of culinary arts."

➺ tell me no lies - by @jeongi

| jungkook x reader | 15.1k

ceo au, criminal au, robbers au, angst, smut, minimal fluff

>> summary: "you chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him."

➺ concrete king - by @bratkook

| jungkook x reader | 16.7k

sweet summer romance, fluff, smut, himbo energy, two parts

>> summary: "when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor there's no way you could ever say no to him."

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