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yoon-kooks · 10 months

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better than sex | myg | 3

🍑Pairing: Yoongi x Producer!Reader

🍑Genre: fluff, smut, studio!au

A week before track submissions are due, you give Yoongi a taste of the dirty demo, and now the selfish bastard wants to claim it for his own solo album. In exchange, he offers to help you produce another Bangtan track by the end of the week. Your only condition is for this track to be better than the sexual fantasies that inspired its predecessor.

🍑Word Count: 2.3k

🍑Parts: 1 ◆ 2 ◆ 3 [discontinued after this chapter]

🍑Warnings: this is the last part im posting for this series even though it was supposed to be longer, the ending here isnt conclusive but im posting it for anyone interested! if you have questions about the couple or where the story wouldve went, feel free to send some asks🥹 no smut in this chapter btw

🍑Wednesday🍑

Yoongi🍑👹 [6:47PM] “We’re filming near the BigHit building if you want a break from the studio”

Y/N💅 [6:48PM] “is there free coffee👀”

Y/N💅 [6:48PM] “asking for a friend”

Yoongi🍑👹 [6:49PM] “There’s a whole taco truck here for dinner”

Yoongi🍑👹 [6:50PM] “And free coffee for your friend”

Y/N💅 [6:51PM] ��okay ill be there in a sex🐁”

Yoongi🍑👹 [6:51PM] “Sex?”

Y/N🐭 [6:51PM] “SEC”

Y/N🐭 [6:51PM] “fuck you”

You don’t really want to see Yoongi after an embarrassing typo like that, but you can’t say no to free food and coffee. Besides, the studio gets awfully boring and lonely when the boys aren’t around all day. It’s been like that as of late, aside from your late-night studio sessions with you-know-who. In times like this, you’re grateful the boy thought to invite you out for a change of scenery.

After throwing a cardigan over your shoulders and tucking your mini lyric notebook into your pocket, you step out of your studio and head over to the address Yoongi sent you. Your tummy immediately starts to feel like shit, but it isn’t hunger. It’s the kind of nervous feeling you get on a first date—except this isn’t a first date. It’s just the first time you’ve been invited by one of the guys to go behind the scenes of something other than music production.

Just as you’re about to message Yoongi about your arrival, you spot Jimin and Taehyung waving their tacos at you from right outside the area for filming.

“We’ve been expecting you, Y/N,” Taehyung says as if he’s the butler of some royal mansion. It matches his slicked-back hair and fancy gentleman costume that he’s only partly changed out of.

“Yoongi told us you were dropping by for table scraps or something.” Jimin hands you a to-go box loaded with tacos. It’s still nice and hot. “He said you’re like a little mouse scurrying around for free food.”

“Great. Did he just invite me over here so y’all can insult me?” You narrow your eyes at the boys, even though “little mouse” is the most endearing insult you’ve ever heard.

“He wanted to see you, obviously,” Taehyung shrugs. “Bro won’t shut up about that track you’re working on with him. Said you came up with a pretty sick hook.”

Oh, so he’s insulting you and complimenting you. Sounds about right for the nemesis you know.

The boys bring you inside to what looks like the set of a cologne commercial. Who knows. Maybe it’s actually a personal moisturizer for self-pleasure in that black bottle they’re advertising.

One by one, you spot and say hi to the rest of the guys. Seokjin and Namjoon are getting their makeup touched up, Jungkook is devouring what appears to be his second box of tacos, and Hoseok is looking over the shots he just finished. The only person unaccounted for is the boy who called you over here.

Then you look over to where all the cameras are pointed. Yoongi is lying comfortably on a leather couch, legs propped up on the armrest. He holds the black bottle up and studies it like he’s reading a book.

He looks good on that couch, but not nearly as good as he looked on the one in your studio last night. On your couch, he had a different look to him. He wasn’t the calm and well-mannered idol you see posing for the camera now. He was very much into finger-fucking you and making a mess out of you on your couch. And it was hot as hell.

Still, you have to admit you’re here drooling over him in his suit and tie like he’s the CEO of your heart or something. You’re not used to seeing him in anything other than sweats or jeans since there’s apparently no one worth impressing in the studio end of the BigHit building. And as much as you adore his naked face and casual look, Hot CEO is definitely a style he should adopt more of.

“Did you come here to stare or to eat?” Yoongi asks as soon as he gets a break from the cameras. No hi, no how are you. Just more slander. It should be illegal to be mean and handsome at the same time.

You came because he invited you! And because you like free food! And because maybe he’s nice to look at! But you’re not going to waste your breath on telling him something he already knows.

“I heard you called me a little mouse.” You cross your arms as he takes a long sip of water. “Is that your new pet name for me?”

He chokes on his water. Good. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Aha, you were right. And to be honest, you wouldn’t really mind him calling you his Little Mouse from now on. “It’s because you sent that mouse emoji earlier.”

Ah, yes, the infamous mouse emoji that came right after your infamous sex typo. Good to know he hasn’t burned that cursed text from his memory the way you have.

The boy points to the box in your hands. “You should eat.”

“Did you eat already?” you ask, fidgeting with the notebook in your pocket. A tiny part of you is hoping he hasn’t so you can eat together. Then he’d have some time to look over the lyrics you’ve been working on for the song.

He shakes his head. “Now’s a good time—”

“Yoongi, we need you back for maybe 30… 40 minutes?” a camera guy calls out. You thought this was supposed to be Yoongi’s turn for a break. You thought this was your turn with him.

“I’ll be there in a sec,” he says, pulling you around the corner to a narrow hallway. The strong grip around your wrist is an odd mix of comfort and clinginess. “I heard the tacos are good. You should eat before they get cold.” In other words, eat without him because he doesn’t have time for you.

“They’re already cold.” You don’t mean it as a complaint. If he ate with you, you’re sure a cold meal would be just as satisfying as a hot one. But the thought of eating cold tacos all alone is kind of pathetic. And that makes you sad.

With a frown, he takes the box from you and pulls a taco out, examining it closely like the hottest certified health inspector in town. You’re suddenly hungry. The taco does look quite appetizing in those hands of his. Anything he touches becomes a thousand times prettier.

He takes a small bite as if whatever’s yours is his. You don’t mind, though. At least you know he’s getting some food in his stomach before returning to work.

But then he turns the taco to you and holds it up to your lips. You feel a piece of tortilla cling to the corner of your mouth as you bite into your dinner.

“Good, right?” The boy picks the tortilla bit off your cheek and pops it into his mouth before you can hide the mess from him—can’t get anything past his eyes.

You nod as you munch on the taco. You’ve never heard of a mouse being fed like royalty. But you have to admit, you kind of like it.

Satisfied with your answer, Yoongi tucks the half-eaten taco away with the rest of them in the box. You reach for the box, but he pulls it back out of reach.

“You’re not gonna grab some coffee too?” he asks.

You’d long forgotten about the coffee. Besides, what’s the point if you can’t enjoy it with the biggest coffee enthusiast you know?

“Maybe next time.” You swipe for the box again like a cat making a move on its prey. But once again, he holds the box as far away from you without actually distancing his body from yours. You both know there’s nowhere to run with that taco box in this narrow corridor.

“How about tomorrow morning?” he casually throws out. What, like a coffee date? Like an actual date? There’s no way. “I’ll pick it up on the way to the studio.”

Right. He can’t be seen out in the open with anyone other than his members and managers. You just wish so badly that that wasn’t the case.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Besides, the two of you are just friends. A coffee date with him is asking for too much. You feel yourself shrinking against the wall and fail to notice the way he studies the hint of disappointment in your eyes.

Before you know it, his lips find yours. They’re soft and lazy but also comforting—more comforting than any cup of coffee you could’ve gotten from here. And that’s when you know the small trip you made tonight was all worth it. Any time you get to spend with him is always worth it, no matter how short it may be.

“I’ll surprise you with something good,” he hums against your lips before finally handing the box back to you and walking toward the cameras. “See you around, Little Mouse.”

When you get back to your studio, all you think about while eating your cold tacos is Yoongi kissing you again. This time was different, though. It wasn’t prompted by sexual tension or frsutration. It was the kind of kiss you’d give when parting with a lover after a perfect night spent together. What business did Min Yoongi have with sending you off like that? You’ve heard of superheroes being charmed by the enemy, but you won’t let yourself be that easy. Not that way.

So after you take the last bite of your tacos, you shake off the thought of his soft lips and reach into your cardigan pocket for your notebook. It’s time to get back to work.

But the pocket is empty. The one on the other side is empty as well. Oh fuck. The notebook with all your lyrics is gone. All your hard work is suddenly gone. You must’ve dropped it on your little outing for free food.

And that’s not even the worst part. There are things in there no one else is supposed to see. If it falls into the wrong hands—i.e. Yoongi’s large veiny hands—you’re going to lose your goddamn mind.

You should probably go back and find it before the enemy does.

As soon as you step out of your studio, your body smacks right into a solid chest. You square up on instinct like it’s some late-night intruder, but it’s just Yoongi. And he’s got his stinken hands on your notebook. Of course he does.

“Oh good, I was looking for that,” you say as innocently as possible before swiping your paws at him. He takes a step back along with the notebook.

“First of all, ouch.” He rubs his chest right where you’d collided with him. “Second, you’re welcome for returning this safely to you.”

“Thank you, Yoongi. You truly are the best,” you mutter, somewhat distracted by the hand on his chest. It’s so veiny. “Happy now? Can I have my notebook back please?”

“Wait.” He holds a finger up like you’re a puppy in training. You only obey because you really need the notebook back. “What are all those lyrics in here?”

“For the song we’re working on, obviously.” A half truth.

“Some pages have dates from years ago.”

“Well you weren’t supposed to see those.”

“Well I read all of them.” He finally hands the notebook back, but it appears to be too late. He knows your secrets now. “It’s a waste of good lyrics. Assuming you weren’t planning on using them after all these years.”

“I’m not.” You cling to the notebook as if there’s anything left to hide in it. Anybody who’s read them could tell those other lyrics weren’t written for Bangtan songs. They were clearly written for you, from your perspective. Your unfiltered feelings, good and bad, make up approximately 99% of those lyrics. You might’ve even written soft shit about Yoongi.

“Okay, well, I’m glad I got to read them at least.” He leans against the doorframe. You’d expect him to be smirking after reading all the sappy things you’d written in that notebook, but he’s well-behaved tonight. “I wouldn’t be mad if you put out your own music eventually.”

“Very unlikely.” Although you appreciate him subtly supporting everything you do when it comes to music. “I already have my hands full with you, don’t I?”

“Oh, am I too much for you to handle?” There’s the smirk.

“Perhaps.” You press both hands into his chest and walk him backward to escort him out. There shall be no smirking or charming boys in your studio tonight.

“I have to head back before we wrap up.” He nods in the direction of the shoot as your hands continue to rest on him. “Will you still be around in an hour?”

“Nah, I’ll probably be out of here in about twenty minutes.” You pretend to check your phone even though you know you’ll still be in the studio for at least a few more hours. You’d rather not encourage him to come back and extend his already long day. “I just need to jot down a couple of ideas first.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He starts walking away before turning on his heels. “Oh, by the way, there’s been a change of plans about the morning coffee.”

Your heart sinks. No coffee? Got it.

“The photoshoot was supposed to be a two-day thing, but since we’re finishing it up tonight, I don’t have any work scheduled for tomorrow.” A free day? For Min Yoongi? Unheard of. “I’ll pick you up in the morning. Just bring your guitar. And that notebook.”

“You forgot the part where you tell me what the actual plan is.” You’re skeptical. He’s being sneaky, and that’s never a good sign.

“I told you it’s a surprise.” He dips before you can protest.

#bts smut #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfic #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #suga smut #suga x reader #suga fanfic #bts fluff

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dirtybtssnaps · 4 months

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Pros and cons of bts members please

Genre: Lovely smut

Pairing: Dominant! Bangtan Sonyondan and Submissive Female Reader

Name: Kim Namjoon (Rm)

Pro: Namjoon’s such a cute, smart but slightly ditzy boyfriend to have. Both of you are usually just home alone or in a hotel room together, he’s usually just on the computer while you’re lying down on your phone. Occasionally both of you will go out on dates or just a walk together, this is when his ditziness comes out the most, with him trying to show you something new and destroying something on accident. You know he means well and just gets too excited to show you sometimes he thought was cool.

Con: Just like anything else when he touches something while excited he forgets his strength. Namjoon ripped your clothes off, effortlessly threw you on the bed, pinned you on the bed, and fucked you unmercifully for an hour. Afterward, both of you cuddle together for a while, until he has to get back up and work on his computer again.

Name: Kim Seokjin (Jin)

Pro: After years of dating and traveling the world seokjin’s ready to settle down with his love, during the first time you both met he asked you out on a date. He was a complete gentleman during the whole date even picking you up and dropping you back off. After dating for a while he asks you to be his girlfriend, and after that you both become attached. Whenever someone sees Seokjin you’re usually right by him, you’re friends get slightly jealous of you thinking you’re lucky to have him.

Con: He offhandedly asked you if you were into Bdsm after you said yes and since it was introduced to your relationship it’s there forever. You’re always at his beckoning call no matter what, he’s stern but also very nice and a cutie sometimes. As time goes on the kinks and rules slowly get rougher, and the love you receive from him gets more intense with it. After each session, he cuddles with you and teases you about how you acted and the noises you made during it.

Name: Min Yoongi (Suga)

Pro: You’re treated like a big spoiled fluffy house cat, everything you and anything you could want was easily at your fingertips. He hates leaving you all alone during tours and dislikes seeing his kitty getting grumpy before his flights he’d take you if he could, so you get extra treats, cuddles, and cute little cat toys. After pestering him a bunch of times about needing somewhere to sit in his studio, he got you a human-sized cat bed in the corner of his studio.

Con: Besides your being “Yoongi’s cat.” In everybody’s phone, and if you’re in your cat bed while anyone walks in they’ll greet you like your a cat. Yoongi’s kinda into free use, if he’s in the mood and you are too why wait and just do it somewhere nobody else is? That’s why he has passwords on his recording room doors, and he just loves seeing your cute little eyes looking back up at him while giving him head.

Name: Jung Hoseok (J-Hope)

Pro: Hobi Oppa is such a ray of sunshine to your life honestly, you both hang out and go out on cute little dates all the time. He always makes sure to compliment everything you wear, your hair, and even your makeup. He’s also kinda overprotective of you, and also not against being away from each other for too long. Somehow both of you even started sleeping together naked even without having sex, he often hugs you, cuddles with you tightly during it, and gives you deep kisses all over.

Con: Hoseok is such a sweetheart it’s honestly hard to find any faults in him…. Except for one…it’s just that he’s a masochist. He’s obviously the dominant one in your relationship, but it’s kinda embarrassing for him but you love him so you don’t mind. He regularly fucks you hard until you can barely control yourself, your legs and arms going everywhere until they wrap around him. Your nails start digging into his back making him moan and go rougher and deeper inside you.

Name: Park Jimin

Pro: The honeymoon phase is forever, Jimin always thinks it’s important to make sure you’re secure, happy, and satisfied in your relationship together. Fights are usually tame between both of you just being simple disagreements, he loves surprising you with cute things he finds while away/on tour.

Con: From Humble to greedy, From Divine to Sinful it only takes one step to be off the path. As trips and work shifts seem to get longer his infatuation gets deeper for you, and when he sees you he just wants to drink every drop and still thirst for more. One time they even extended a tour for bts, and he couldn’t take it anymore the phone and video sex weren’t enough anymore so he flew you out.

Name: Kim Taehyung (V)

Pro: Taehyung is just a nice shy guy, he couldn’t even make the first move, he just slipped you a cute note with his name and phone number. After a bit of texting you both got comfortable texting and talking to each other on the phone and he invites you over for dinner at his place. You’re hesitant at first but you go and both enjoy yourself a lot, both of you end up spending a lot of time together making people think you're both moving too fast. Taehyung defends both of your relationships, he honestly loves you and sees both of you being together for a long time.

Con: “It’s not true love if she’s not satisfied I’m bed.”, these are words Taehyung has taken to heart and keeps true to himself. So whenever both of you have sex he goes for as long and hard as he can. Taehyung may be rough in bed, but he’s always gentle with you during it fixing your hair, checking up on you, calling you sweet names he even gave you water during the middle of the sex when your throat sounded dry.

Name: Jeon Jungkook

Pro: Jungkook loves your personality, the way you talk, your interests just everything about you. But he really loves your body, whenever you could be wearing regular clothes, a nice dress, an oversized shirt, a nightgown, lingerie, or just fresh out of the shower he loves it. You’re his favorite person to take pictures of, even setting up photo shoots at places to put up in his studio.

Con: He wants to post them so badly, not in a malicious way but in a beautiful way. In old paintings there are women simply in gardens and rivers naked, it’ll be actually tasteful nudity and he knows people would come from around the world to see you like that. Even with photos, your skin looks so soft, and everything always seemed like it was made to make the best background for you.

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andy-wm · 8 months

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Paint me like your French girls... *

And this photo shoot wasn't even for the recent androgynous campaign.

The thing that struck me about the Bangtan TV Behind for the CK shoot was that so many of Jungkook's mannerisms have an intrinsically feminine air.

The delicate fall of his hand, the gentle incline of his head, the downward glances...

Look how his eyes fall, and the graceful way he opens the jacket. Its a demure invitation.

There's definitely something ... softer about the way JK approaches this project compared to the more dominant posturing we've seen in CK ads before.

He's sultry, beckoning rather than demanding. He lures you to him instead of pushing into your space.

Tucking his chin in to peer at the camera through his lashes...

...such a contrast to the power poses we see on other models.

He goes from coquettish...

... to brazen!!

(Lets just say this... invitation... is not the go-to pose of a straight man.)

Another invitation. That finger dragging at his neckline, the spread of his legs.

Submissive? Not quite, but he's certainly not dominant. He's pure seduction. All he needs is a damn cherry between his teeth.

And then this... absolutely passive and still so demanding... i have no words for this.

I don't pretend to know what happens behind closed doors, and nor do i want to. It's really none of my business. But looking at these and so many other moments of JK being submissive and sultry, I feel sure his pretty muscles are all for show.

Those lovely curves and the stark definition of tendons pulling tight under supple skin... that would look good from any angle. I'd be disappointed if they weren't both exploring ALL the options. I hope they have mirrors on their ceiling.

°~°~°

*yes, I horribly misquoted the line from Titanic 🤣

#jeon jungguk #jikook #kookmin #국민 #jungkook #jungkook for calvin klein #jungkook photoshoot #seduction

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sailoryooons · 2 years

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Sore Loser | One Shot | jjk (m)

→ Summary: It’s another day of shooting Run BTS at Bangtan Streaming for Jungkook. At least, he thinks it is until his girlfriend walks into the room and the director announces that Jungkook and his teammates will be battling two professional Valorant players for the episode. The stakes are high - but the prize if he manages to beat you? Total submission in the bedroom.

→ Pairing: streamer!Jungkook x valorantpro!reader

→ Rating: NSFW & 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging with this content. Any minors discovered interacting with adult content will be blocked immediately.

→ Type: One shot

→ Word Count: 9,588

→ Genre: established relationship, pwp

→ Warnings: Explicit language, a lot of FPS terms so mentions of shooting down enemies, guns, etc. sexually explicit content including sub jk and soft dom reader, orgasm denial, teasing, dirty talk, nipple play (f. and m. receiving) oral sex (f. and m. receiving), unprotect vaginal sex (f. on top), light begging, cum eating, split play, breath control (very light throat squeezing, not really choking), orgasm control, a shit ton of praising, light scratching, I think thats all of it.

→ Main Masterlist: here

→ faq

A/N: GAMER JUNGKOOK SUPREMACY. This was honestly an excuse to write Jungkook losing at Valorant because I would pay $$$$ to play BTS in Valo. Sorry for all the gamer talk - I couldn't help but include it even though I really tried to cut down on describing game play, but I also wanted to show reader beating Jungkookie you feel me? This was entirely inspired by Disguised Toast's noobs vs. pros Valorant tourney he hosted. It was absolutely nuts to see that the pros were good enough to beat 5 players tbh. If any of you play valo - LETS PLAY TOGETHER. I never play ranked cause it's too much pressure but I can be coaxed into it if necessary - I have not ranked since like Act 3 and I ended bronze because I am a chaos demon when playing. I hope you enjoy this absolute filth ft. subby Jungkook :)

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios. Moreover, none of my works accurately reflect, represent or take a stance on the nuances of Korean culture, cities, people etc. BTS is not BTS culturally, intellectually, physically or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.

The smell of coffee, heavenly and warm drags you toward the kitchen. Your socks slide against the vinyl floor of the apartment. You’re careful to step over the pile of cords your boyfriend has left tangled near the bedroom door – you’ve tripped and cursed at him once already. Absently, you think it looks suspiciously like Tangela.

“Yeah, it sort of does.” You don’t realize you’ve spoken out loud until you see Jungkook leaning on the counter, drinking coffee from one of your coffee cups. You rub the sleep from your eyes - it’s your very coveted Fruits Basket mug and you eye him suspiciously as you join him in the kitchen. “I swear I’ll untangle them tonight after work.”

You grunt, noncommittal. Your boyfriend gives you a soft smile – bunny teeth showing and eyes crinkling with delight at the corners. Despite being tired, you smile back, warmth spreading through you as he slides a premade mug of coffee to you just how you like it – two sugars and a splash of milk.

“Are you going to tell me about your super-secret work project?” Jungkook asks.

You join him leaning on the counter. He makes room to wrap an arm around you and you bury your face in the soft, grey cotton tee and inhale. He smells like florals and something headier – a smell that is just Jungkook. He is soft and warm and you want to fall asleep in his arms, coffee temporarily forgotten as you nuzzle him.

Laughter rumbles through his chest, low and soft like a distant summer storm. You look up at him, cheek pressed against his shoulder.

Even in the morning, Jungkook is so beautiful that you cannot help but fall in love with him all over again. It isn’t just his looks you love – it is the way he gets nervous around you even though you have dated for four years, it’s the competitive knit of his brow when he plays video games, the affectionate way he interacts with his viewers when he streams.

If someone had told you that the terribly shy guy who couldn’t make eye contact with you in all of your introduction classes as a college freshman would become a confident streamer and your boyfriend – you’d have told them they clearly never saw you try to ask Jungkook for notes on a missed lecture.

“Super-secret means you don’t get to know,” you remind him. You stand on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to the corner of his pout. He gives you round eyes and a quivering lip, making you growl at him. “Enough! No Bambi-eyes today, Kook.”

“Come on, Ace.”

“Ah!” you hush him, ignoring the use of your nickname – one that started out as a joke among your gaming friends for your aces in Valorant and eventually became your username. “No whining. I promise you’ll find out what I’m working on.”

He huffs. Jungkook is not petulant, but the two of you are always open and honest. There is very little you don’t know about the other, so when you started working on something at work and began dropping hints, Jungkook was less than enthused that you weren’t allowed to tell him.

Well – you could. But you wanted it to be a surprise.

“Can you at least give me a hint?” he asks as you sip your coffee. You hum thoughtfully. “A collab?”

“Fine – yes it’s a collab.”

Jungkook jumps up and down, nearly knocking the mug from your hand and nearly dropping your favorite mug from his. You hiss at him and snatch his mug. “Careful! You’re going to break Tohru.”

“Are you guys finally collaborating with Adidas?”

“I guess you’ll find out,” you tease, pulling away from him.

Jungkook pouts again but it’s not as deep this time. You laugh and not for the first time, you’re grateful that you have Jungkook.

Making friends had been increasingly difficult for you in college. As someone who was prone to being anti-social yourself, your head strong personality and taking charge of group projects was admired, but not ideal for making friends.

It didn’t help that like Jungkook, you spent an obscene number of hours at a pitiful gaming set up, eyes burning as you clawed your way through Valorant acts. You had been playing since the beta stage, making a name for yourself in the streaming and competitive scene. Your degree was in marketing – a tactical choice by you to learn how to market yourself in hopes of becoming a professional e-sports gamer and eventually opening your own company dedicated to marketing streamers and e-sports.

Now you were making a name for yourself with the first all-women professional Valorant team and you were super fucking proud of it. But no one was prouder than Jungkook. You remembered all the times he inserted himself in conversations to hype you: my girlfriend is actually a professional Valorant player – yeah first team full of women. Oh you play games? My girlfriend is a professional e-sports player. Yeah, I stream but my girlfriend is the real professional.

You could not ask for a better support system – and better friends. Jungkook is signed with a company for streaming as well – Bangtan Streaming – and he and his friends are incredible.

It’s weird to think that you were both so prominent in the gaming scene. While it did have the negatives – fans telling Jungkook that you were not good enough for him or worse, telling him that he was far better than gaming at you – there are so many amazing opportunities that both of your platforms have given you.

Grateful and lucky does not cover half of how you feel about your life.

The apartment you share downtown with Jungkook is larger than necessary – three bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms with floor to ceiling windows in the living room overlooking the city. You had learned the hard way in your previous apartment that sharing a gaming room was impossible – Jungkook is actively streaming and conversing with his viewers or doing sponsorships while you’re prone rage screaming in the background while practicing.

The separate room policy is definitely your fault.

Steam covers the bathroom mirror as you wrap yourself in a towel, combing through your hair as quickly as possible – you’re not behind yet, but you do have a habit of being late.

Jungkook comes shuffling in as you rinse your mouth from tooth paste, wiping it on a small towel by the sink. The towels that you have picked out, because you had introduced Jungkook to the concept of hand towels, face towels, decorative towels and body towels.

Why can’t I just use one? He had asked, earning a disgusted face from you.

Jungkook has come a long way from a single mattress on the floor with blue sheets and towels for pillows- though you have a sneaking suspicion he would still be living that way had you not taught him that there is more to life than bare basics.

Grabbing a blow dryer, you’re distracted when Jungkook settles behind you, wrapping hands around your waist. You glare at him in the mirror, knowing exactly where he is trying to go. He gives you doe-eyes, his attempt at innocence as he pulls your ass against his crotch.

“Jeon Jungkook,” you warn, plugging in the dryer. “No, I am going to be late.”

He leans closer to you, brushing wet strands of hair from your neck as he plants a soft kiss on the fresh skin. You hum lightly – it does feel good, the way his soft lips press against your skin. Goosebumps appear on your skin as he kisses closer to your neck, fingers tugging the towel slightly.

You turn the blow dryer on, pointing it right at his face and starling him. You burst with laughter as he steps back from you, blinking away from the sudden heat and noise of the machine.

“That’s your final warning,” you say pointedly to his scrunched-up reflection.

“Fine,” he grumbles. “Just wanted to eat you out, no big deal.” Liquid heat pools in your stomach at his words, but you stay strong, running the dryer over your damp hair. “You’re so mean.”

“I’ll make it up to you later.”

He hesitates. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

While Jungkook’s gentle nature does not always follow him into the bedroom, there are rare moments when he lets himself melt into you completely, lets you take control and guide him to shaking orgasms where he is breathy and full of tears.

Those moments are some of your favorite, where there is no dominance or fight in him, where he gives you absolute control and you can show him how good you can make him feel.

Suddenly you hate that you have been anticipating this surprise project for weeks, wanting nothing more than to turn the dryer off and mark him with your nails, teeth, fingers.

Focusing on getting dressed, you tell yourself that today is going to be fun. And it is – because Jungkook has no idea that Arsenic is collaborating with Bangtan Streaming today.

One of Jungkook’s favorite places to be is the BTS offices downtown. The building is cutting edge and each space inside is filled with thoughtful interior design – large spaces where people can relax and step away from the screens, a cafeteria with a variety of dietary options, a dark section of offices for group and individual gaming, and a single floor dedicated to filming spaces.

Jungkook’s favorite room at work is the dark music room that Yoongi had cut out for them. It has a focus on relaxation for those who were overstimulated for working long hours or doing charity streams on office campus.

Soft chairs, dim blue lighting and the option to put on headphones pre-set with lo-fi beats or listen to your own greet Jungkook early that morning as he waits for the final touches to be put on whatever shoot they were doing upstairs.

Run BTS episodes were almost always a surprise. He and the six other streamers that they have as their ‘streamline’ personalities cover a variety of content: Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung are focused on first person shooters and competitive games, Jimin and Hoseok both have monopoly on comfy games and laidback RPGs, while Namjoon and Yoongi are both into long campaigns.

That being said, they are all skilled at a wide variety. Jungkook came on the scene in college with his skill in Overwatch. Though he had started as a camera-off kind of streamer who got by on sheer skill, you had talked him into turning the camera on, assisting with the lighting and the background and everything.

Jungkook is so thankful for you that it is stupid. He is also insanely proud of you.

Even as he lays in the recliner, sifting through social media while listening to Yoongi’s curated playlist, he smiles when he comes across a photo of you on your Twitter – it’s a mirror selfie dropping hints at your super-secret project that he has tried to get out of you for week.

He had even spent a night going down on you multiple times in hopes of making you tired enough to let it slip – and because there are few things he liked more than eating you out – but you are stubborn and a steel box when it came to your work.

It’s fucking hot, though.

Lights are set up around the filming space as Jungkook goes upstairs. They’re shooting in one of the gaming rooms used for competitions and larger setups, rows of computers on elevated platforms in sponsored chairs and sleek setups for each station.

Over a dozen staff members move about the space, setting up. Cameras on tracks, cameras on shoulders, writers with scripts secured to clipboards, playback screens and directors, assistants running around with cups of coffee and gaffers tape to seal wires down to the floor.

Jungkook’s interest is piqued when he sees that the front of the elongated desk on the right side of the massive setup as ‘Bangtan Streaming’ on it while the other side is hidden by a sheet. He frowns as he approaches Taehyung, who is spinning in a gaming chair on the first row.

“Any idea what we’re doing today?” Jungkook asks, jerking a thumb at the empty set of gaming setups. Taehyung shakes his head, black curls bounding. Jungkook sticks a foot out, stopping the older from spinning until he vomits. “Think they’ll make us play some insanely modded game again?”

“Modded Skyrim,” Taehyung shivers. “The only place you can fight dragons as a chair.”

Jungkook hums his ascent.

The director calls for their attention and gathers five of them together. Namjoon is sitting on a beanbag watching the shoot take place – a fill for whatever their doing – while he shares a bag of popcorn with Hoseok, also a fill for today.

Without Namjoon as the active participant, Seokjin is assigned leadership duties. They each went down the line and are given their intros, letting them rehearse a few times before the director explains to them what they needed from them.

Run BTS is a large production, but it is also very loosely shot, with genuine real time reactions, staff helping giving clear directions, and stream of thought content. Jungkook loves shooting with his best friends – his brothers really – and there is always a prize at the end of each competition.

Jungkook loves winning.

Because that’s what it is – monthly episodes of them competing out of their element or within other fields of gaming and streaming that most of them are not used to.

They go through their intros, Jungkook doing his part and waiting as the director builds up what they are going to do for the day. He tries not to yawn, wishing he had made himself another cup of coffee instead of chasing you into the bathroom and hoping to get lucky.

You almost always indulge in him, but you were both busy this morning so he knows it was for the better.

“Today your teams have been chosen based on your first-person shooter abilities. The top three FPS players,” the director says. “Consists of Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung. However, your team also has two of the worst first-person shooters: Jimin and Yoongi.”

“Yah!” Yoongi yells, everyone immediately laughing. Seokjin slaps his hand on his leg as both Yoongi and Jimin start yelling, their complaints parroting back and forth. “I’m not even that bad!”

“You’re really good at other things,” Taehyung assures Yoongi, hand on his shoulder.

Yoongi shrugs Taehyungs hand off but seems appeased for the moment, making Jungkook laugh. His hands are linked behind his back as the director continues, “Today you’ll be competing in a small series against two e-sports professionals from Arsenic.”

Everyone’s eyes turn to Jungkook. He blinks in shock, looking at the door that the director gestures to. You walk in through the door waving, eyes finding Jungkook and glinting dangerously, warm smile turning into a smirk. You’re in jeans and a black and green zip up with Arsenic’s poison cloud logo on the front.

Jungkook is so stunned to see you that he doesn’t hear what the director is saying – something about a 5 vs. 2 Valorant tournament. And while it might sound absolutely insane to the views the collective seven boys have who religiously watch Run BTS, he knows that it isn’t.

You and your pink-haired teammate – Arya, he realizes when he finally snaps out of his daze -are good enough to take him and four teammates down in Valorant.

Jungkook takes a deep breath. It is his second to best game behind Overwatch, and he has played with you so much and watched so many of your matches that he knows every game mechanic and tactic you use.

Sensing that his eyes have drifted back to you, you give Jungkook a wolfish grin. Despite being at work, he feels arousal shoot straight to his dick. You’re so fucking sexy when you’re competitive and he loves when you surprise him.

It all makes sense now. Your refusal to tell him about your upcoming collaboration, the sly way you grinned at him this morning, your mounting nervousness. You always told Jungkook what was going on at work, even if it was top secret.

He narrows his eyes at you, a smile breaking out on his face as Arya introduces herself.

“I’m Arya better known as Arsenic Arya,” she grins, waving a hand. “I’m the eldest member of Arsenic, the first member of the team, and so far this act I am Immortal Three. I main Raze and Jett and I prefer fast, mobile play.”

There is a light, golf-style clap at your introduction. Jungkook’s eyes slide to you. You’re not looking at him, but he can see the twitch of that sensuous mouth as yours as you introduce yourself.

“I’m Y/N also known as Arsenic Ace –”

“Cause she be acing,” Taehyung and Jimin call out in singsong voices, making the room laugh.

Your eyes are shinning and Jungkook is falling falling falling for you, even though all you’re doing is standing in a room and working. “Yeah, that does happen. I was the third member of the team, and this act I already hit Radiant. I main Viper and Reyna and I prefer unpredictable, aggressive play.”

The rules are simple: there will be three rounds of games, each with a different set of rules, each handicapping either the stream team or the pro team.

Round One: Pros get to choose a map of their preference and they aren’t allowed to buy weapons on each first round of the half. The winning team will receive five points.

Round Two: Pros are only allowed to defend one plant site and are not allowed to rotate until their partner dies. The stream team gets to choose a map but may not choose Haven. The winning team will receive five points.

Round Three: Pros are not allowed to play agents that they are familiar with, but they may pick the map. The winning team will receive five points.

Bonus Round: One player from each team will go in a head-to-head Spike Rush match worth ten points.

“At the half when it’s time to switch sides, the stream team may select one of the standby players to take someone’s place. The points may be redeemed at the end of the tournament to ‘purchase’ items for dinner.”

Two production assistants role out food carts. Jungkook’s team immediately groans. The premium items are five points each, with side dishes sitting between two and three points and seasonings and ingredients being one point each.

Jungkook knows that his team isn’t bad – Taehyung is excellent at first person shooters. But as good as Seokjin’s aim is, he hates games that require excess utility which Valorant does, and Yoongi is a little bit helpless when it comes to player versus player games.

Rolling back on his feet Jungkook listens as Seokjin reads from a card about what kind of game Valorant is and what viewers can expect. He tries to keep his eyes from drifting to you – he's working, for fuck sake – but he knows that you’re paying attention to the directors with your hands laced behind your back.

A total professional. You've always been harder to influence than Jungkook when it comes to distractions – especially devious ones.

Suddenly, Jungkook can’t focus on anything but wanting to rile you. He knows he needs to focus up for his team – he's going to be their linchpin if they want to win. He is the most familiar with the game play beside Taehyung, and he knows you better than anyone else in the room.

Someone calls his name and he blinks in surprise, eyes go wide as he looks at the camera. Jimin is smirking next to him, his eyes half-moons as he tries to contain his laughter and Jungkook knows that he was caught starting at you.

Browser loading, is what you like to call it when he gets that faraway look. He loves the way you think it’s cute – instantly cooing at him and kissing him as he forgets what it was, he was drifting off about anyway.

“You’ll be the team’s best weapon today, right?” The director asks. “Valorant is your second most streamed game behind Overwatch and you’ve participated in charity streams in conjunction with Arsenic before.”

“Uh,” he starts out nodding, “Yeah - yes. I’ve played it a lot since beta. I recently hit Diamond Two this act.”

“And you have insider information, since Arsenic Ace is your girlfriend?”

Jungkook flushes red and looks at his shoes. He notices that the white Nikes no longer have scuff marks, and it occurs to him that you must have heard him complaining about them and clean them. His heart swells and he warm further, nodding his head.

“Yes, I’m very familiar with her style. She won’t take it easy on us, though.”

They pause filming to set up near the computers.

Jungkook rushes over to you. You turn to him with a grin. “Surprise,” you whisper. “You’re not mad, are you?”

“No - this is so cool. How did this come about?”

“Jin actually proposed it a bit ago to Arya when they were at some sort of co-op event for Twitch. When she brought it up, she asked if I would want to do the program and I obviously said yes. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh I'm surprised.” He looks you up and down. You’re dressed simply, but he can smell you this close – you smell like the apartment you share and a light, floral fragrance. The combination of home and florals makes him dizzy. “Want to make a wager?”

You’re already ahead of him. “Loser has to submit,” you whisper to him. “You want to risk that? Want to risk being fucked dumb, baby?”

Your words shoot straight to his cock and he swears he’s about to pop hard on right there. He licks his lips, finding that he needs water – now.

“Come on, Jeon,” you croon, biting your bottom lip and pulling at the hem of his shirt. “Make the bet. I win and I get to do whatever I want to you tonight. You win and I’m yours.”

“You’re already mine.”

You narrow your eyes. “Bet or no?”

Jungkook knows it’s a win-win scenario. Either he’s going to have you lying on your back, begging for his cock to split you open or you’ll sink that pretty pussy down on him and make him sit there while you touch him gently all over. Or you’ll make him sit on his hands while you lick the tip of his cock gently, kittenish and teasing until he’s begging you fuck him, begging you to sit on his face, to anything.

“You’re on,” he growls. He has to adjust he’s jeans when you back away. Your eyes follow the movement, raising your brow as you do.

“Just don’t forget you’re not allowed to be a sore loser.”

“No,” you hear Jungkook yelling even through your headphones. “Don’t enter Viper’s ult. You light up red when you enter, and she’ll see you before you see her. Jin – stop shooting at spike, she doesn’t sit on spike in her ult, she shift walks to keep movement unpredictable and lure you in.”

Jungkook is trying and failing to get his team to listen to him. Seokjin plays too eager, shooting at the planted spike in your smoke and immediately giving you away. You throw your snake bite venom onto the spike, making it so that anyone who tries to diffuse will take damage fast.

Rotating out of Viper’s ultimate, you spot Seokjin exactly where he was shooting at you from ropes and tap him once. Seokjin let’s out a roar of frustration as you grin and enter your ult, the spike beeping a faster rhythm.

Arya spectates next to you, having been taken out by Jungkook before plant. She managed to take Jimin with her, and now it’s just you and Yoongi, who plays very tentatively with Sage.

You tune out Jungkook’s coaching of his older teammate while you navigate the green smoke. It’s match point of the first round – which you have handedly raced to a 12 – 4 score.

Sage walls under you suddenly, sending Viper up and out of ult. You’re fast, jumping down and locating the red outline on spike, one tapping Yoongi’s Sage and dropping her.

Arya screams as you win the game, pulling your headphones all the way off and rolling your sweat a little backward to grin at Jungkook. He is leaned back in his chair, patting Yoongi on the back who is now grumbling about why was I chosen for a player verse player game?

The second round goes better for the stream team as you’ve started calling them for the tournament. With the rules of the second round tying you to a sight until your teammate dies, you and Arya decide to pick Sentinels, agents whose purpose are to lockdown and defend site.

You’re not terrible with Chamber by any means, his utility almost giving you a dualist advantage, but the map is big and rotating while the stream team plants the spike after killing Arya is hard.

Thankfully, they don’t call you Ace for no reason.

Though Arya gets two herself as Jett, you grin like a maniac as you nail your fourth ace, killing all four of the stream team in rapid succession with Chamber’s ultimate – a sniper that not only works better than the op, but is a little easier to aim.

The chat in the bottom left screen starts lighting up, making you giggle

Jungkook.97: you are sweaty

Jungkook.97: touch grass

Jungkook.97: you can sleep on the couch

ArsenicAce: Can’t hear u over the sound of my ace and clutch <3

Jungkook makes it his only mission to take you out. His gameplay changes and you realize that Jungkook and Taehyung are more focused on eliminating you from site early to rush the plant before locking it down and fending off Arya.

The plan works in that it doesn’t: they do manage to eliminate you early in rounds when they rush your site, but Arya is good. She rotates fast, using Jett’s mobility to give her room to re-take site. When she gets an operator, they drop like flies, your teammate hitting every snipe.

You take round two but barely – finishing the round 13-10.

Jungkook continues spamming the chat – teasing you through text even though he’s not that far away. You smirk, fingers rapid fire on the keys as the stream team decides to swap out Yoongi (who is so relieved he cheers) for Namjoon at the beginning of round three.

Namjoon gives them the luck that he needs. Because you and Arya aren’t allowed to select agents that you’re familiar with, you make blunders early on when trying to use the utility of your characters. You’ve play Phoenix once in your life, managing to blind yourself around every corner and blind Arya multiple times.

After getting yourself smoked enough times, you stop using your utility altogether.

Arya doesn’t fare any better. She's taking the lead on the strategy, trying to use Sova to gather utility but she shoots her recon darts too high, too short and has killed you once or twice with her shock darts.

You are a laughing mess, wiping tears from your eyes as Namjoon defuses the spike after Arya shot her shock dart up into the sky screaming, “I have lineups!”

Her lineup fried you as you rotated onto site, her laughter so sudden and hysterical that it left her open to be taken out by Taehyung.

You lose the third round – graciously, of course – 6-13.

The bonus round is the only way that they can win, but everyone is laughing. Arya pats you on the head, nominating you for the 1 v. 1 before you can discuss it. Jungkook is not only the obvious choice when you’re selected to represent Arsenic, but he wants this.

He is hungry to beat you. The promise of getting to do whatever he wants to you for too good of a prize to let it go.

You go for the surprise agent selection. Jungkook expects you to puck Viper or Reyna – perhaps even Omen.

You go for Yoru. His favorite agent to play. You’re unsurprised when he tries to throw you off as well – Jungkook selects Chamber and you know he’s hoping the extra weapons utility will give him an edge.

Spike Rush is different. You load with full utility – no ultimate – and the guns are random. And it’s Jungkook’s demise immediately when you spawn first round with a sheriff. Blinding him is easy and it takes a one tap to win.

“YAH SHE SHOULDN’T BE ALLOWED SHERIFF’S!” Jungkook hollers, making you laugh. You can hear the frustration as the second round starts. “WHO USES THE SHORTY? NO ONE!”

It takes Jungkook all of 40 seconds to kill you with said bucky and correct his stance to, “SHORT IS AWESOME. EAT SHELLS.”

ArsenicAce: Lucky, Jeon.

Jungkook.97: EAT SHELLS

Jungkook is competitive. You feel a surge of frustration – not because you’re tied and not because he’s being mean – but because you are just as competitive and you want to win. You focus, going quiet as the round stars with an operator.

You let Jungkook onto sight before using Yoru’s dimensional drift, running past him and appearing down the same hall he came down. You pick him off so easily you hear the screech.

You’re one win away from the prize. Your heart rate speeds up as the round starts, but there was no reason to worry. You exchange fire with him but you land a headshot, making Jungkook scream in frustration.

Quick as possible, you rapid fire a message into the chat.

ArsenicAce: dominated.

You grin. It’s a promise and you bothknow it.

You’re swinging your legs back and forth, sipping a glass while sitting on the island counter when Jungkook walks in. He stops and looks at you, dropping his bag by the door and staring at you, a soft pout on his lips.

The wine is a sweet red, fruity on your tongue. Once the shoot was over, you kissed him goodbye and promised to meet him at home. He had grumbled a response, looking at his shoes and shifting from foot to foot.

Now he’s hesitating by the door. His eyes are wide and his lips downturned, Jungkook not leaving the safe haven of the doorway. You crook a finger at him, beckoning him. He shakes his head, pout deepening.

You click your teeth at him. “Kookie.”

“It wasn’t fair,” he says softly, looking at his shoes and kicking the wooden floor lightly. He looks so young when he does this – eyes round, lips full, the bottom lip stuck out more just a little bit more than the top lip, shoulders tucked and voice soft. “You’re a pro.”

“Life isn’t fair.”

“Yeah but I didn’t stand a chance.”

“You stood plenty of a chance. It was 5 vs. 2.”

“Still,” he huffs. “You guys are like a million ranks above my team.”

Setting your glass of wine down, the clink of the glass on the marvel is loud in the empty space between you. You lean forward, elbows on knees as you level a glare at your boyfriend. He chews the corner of his lips.

Nervous. He wanted to be in control today – you know he did. His little moves in the bathroom that morning hinted that he was itching to pin you down to the bed and make a mess of you.

Too bad he lost.

“You’re being a sore loser, Jungkookie.” He says nothing, nibbling his lip. “What did we talk about?”

“Not being a sore loser.”

“Come here.” Your voice is soft, almost a croon. “Have some of my wine, baby.”

The gentle voice pulls him toward you. His eyes are soft and brown, so beautiful that you feel yourself soften as he nears you. He smells like faded cologne and a little bit of sweat after a long day, but he smells like Jungkook and you love that.

Leaning back, you widen your legs so that he can slot himself between them. You grab your glass of wine and bring it up to his lips. His brown eyes are hypnotizing as he lets you tilt the glass gently, careful to not spill it all over him.

Jungkook’s throat bobs as he sips the wine. You pull it away, a red bead running down his chin. You lean forward, kissing the wine messily, tongue sneaking out to taste his skin and wine. He makes a breathy sound as you pull away.

“Sweet?” you murmur. He nods, eyes focused only on you. Gently, to brush the hair from his face. It’s longer on the top now, the side and underneath shaved. You love running your fingers through his hair only to scratch the short hair at the nap of his neck.

“Go shower,” you instruct him with a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Then get in bed. No clothes.”

He nods lips twitching in a smile. “Want you now though.”

You hum, squeezing his hips with your knees. “Wanna make you clean so I can get you all dirty again.”

Something like a moan escapes his lips and he reluctantly pulls away from you. He’s no longer the pouting, pride-wounded boy at the door. You can see you’ve enticed him now – soft dominance is the play now that you know his mood.

You hear the shower turn on. You’ve already showered, having slipped into a sheer lingerie set, the bra, garter belt and panties all sheer, skin tone mesh with white daises and pink, lace lining. It’s a contrast for the black sets you usually where when in charge, a fresh change to surprise Jungkook.

Though you hear him get out the shower, you don’t go into your bedroom right away. You move around the kitchen, grabbing glasses of water to place on the nightstand. Slowly, you walk into the room.

It’s dim, the only light the orange glow of the salt lamp on the dresser. Jungkook is laying on the bed, damp hair pushed out of his face. He is gloriously naked, sprawled with his hands fiddling with the chains around his neck.

And he’s half hard.

You smirk, knowing that Jungkook probably teased himself in the shower, too excited to be patient. You set the glasses of water on the nightstand and he reaches for you. You hiss at him and smack his hands away, making him frown and drop them on either side.

Jungkook is so perfect. Not just because his body is defined by tone muscle with a waist narrow enough to make you jealous, but because it’s his body. Because it holds everything you hold dear, because it keeps him happy and healthy.

You sit near his feet, eyes only for him. Smooth skin, flushed cheeks and neck, half-hard cock that is turning dark at the tip. Your mouth waters.

“Did you touch yourself in the shower?” He shakes his head but doesn’t meet your eyes. You hum, pinching his ankle to make him look at you. “Did you touch yourself a little bit in the shower, Jungkookie? You can be honest with me.”

“Yes.”

“What were you think about?”

“You. Your mouth. Want it so fucking bad.”

“Yeah?” He nods. “Want to feel my mouth around your pretty cock? Want me to lick the tip just the way you like, want me to choke on it?”

“Fuck yeah.”

You smirk a bit. “Touch yourself for me. Show me how you did it, how you like to be touched.”

“You know how I like to be touched.”

You pinch his ankle again and he whines. Licking his lips, Jungkook lifts a hand to grip his cock in his hand. You stop him before he can stroke the shaft, drawing his wide-eyes on you, confused at what he did wrong.

Crawling forward, you straddle his knees. His breath quickens as you lean over him, gathering spit in your mouth and letting it dribble onto the tip of his dick. He curses under his breath. “Stroke your cock for me.” Your voice is a gentle caresses. “Get it nice and hard for me.”

Jungkook is breathy. You feel warm all over, your head emptying of thoughts as you watch his pretty, tattooed hand stroke up and down his cock. The only sound is that of the slick spit and precum he gathers at the tip, spreading it like lubrication. His breath quickens, your eyes focused on his cock. He whines and you look up.

“Hmm?”

“Want your hands.”

“Hmm. No. Want to get you nice and ready for me, yeah?” His knees shift under you. “Here, let me motivate you.”

Carefully, you pull the hoodie off your body, revealing the floral bra. Jungkook moans out loud then, head hitting the back of your headboard. You grin, sliding off of him to shimmy out of the sweatpants.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you.” You lean forward and give him a fleeting kiss on the lips. He chases after your mouth but you dance away from him, straddling his knees again. “Come on, baby. Just a little more. Need some more of my spit?”

He nods. You lean forward and spit on the tip of his cock again, making his hips twitch upward. “Go on,” you urge. “You’re being such a sweet boy for me.”

Jungkook’s eyes flutter as he closes them, stroking his cock with slow, even paces. You lightly run your nails up and down his thighs and he shivers violently, squeezing the base of his cock as you draw light sounds of him.

“Does that feel good?” You ask and he nods quickly. His pace has gotten faster. “Ah, slow.”

“Fuck,” he curses. “Please touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“Want you to touch my cock.”

“Then listen to me.”

“I’m sorry.”

His voice is so gentle that it makes you lean forward, surprising him as you steal a kiss from him. He drops his hands from his cock, fisting the sheets as you lick into his mouth, leading the kiss. It’s gentle and sloppy, Jungkook tilting his face up to you as you run your fingers through his hair, pulling lightly.

Another shiver goes through him as your run your nails against his scalp. You smile into the kiss, sucking his tongue gently. He whimpers.

“Want me to suck your cock like that?” You ask him. You pull back and he sticks his tongue out for you, nodding and pliant. “Ask nicely,” you mutter before dipping back down and sucking his tongue back into your mouth, brushing yours against his. “And maybe I’ll do it.”

“Please,” he asks quickly. “Want to feel your mouth so bad.”

You hum thoughtfully. Your mouth leaves his, pressing wet kisses along his jaw. You nip marks into him, leaving him panting underneath you. Your tongue traces his jaw, licking up to his ear. You nibble lightly on his lobe before whispering. “So sweet for me.”

Kissing down his neck sets a fire in Jungkook. His chest is flushed red, the coloring beautiful as it reaches up his neck. You pull at his sensitive skin with gentle teeth, laving over it with your tongue to sooth the sting.

Jungkook white knuckles the sheets as you pause at his chest, looking up at him through your lashes as your tongue darts out to circle a single, dusky nipple. Jungkook keens, the sound high pitch and faint. Carefully, you nip the bud gently, Jungkook bucking beneath you.

It’s hot – it’s more than hot. You watch his every reaction as you kiss across his chest to lick at his other nipple. His chest is rising and falling at a rapid rate as he pants, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he squeezes his eyes shut, squirming beneath you. You’re barely touching him but Jungkook has always been sensitive – especially when he’s not in control.

With your eyes still on him, you shuffle down the bed, kissing him every inch of the way. His eyes are back on you, half-lidded and hazy as he stares. You smile up at him, knowing that he’ll do whatever you ask. You love him like this, so needy for you, so willing to give you over every ounce of control and trust.

It fills you with pride, knowing that when he wants to grab your hair, he’s grabbing the sheets instead. Jungkook has learn to control himself, and it’s all so that you can please him.

“You’re so perfect,” you whisper. You grab his heavy cock in your hand. He sighs in relief. He’s hard and aching, thick girth begging for attention. You squeeze the base of his dick lightly as you lick the tip so lightly that he whines. “Love having you like this for me. Love when you let me take care of you.”

“Please,” he whispers.

You hum in response, bending down to suck just the crown of Jungkook’s cock in your mouth. He lets out a loud moan, increasing in volume as your tongue circles the tip. You come off of him with a gentle pop but you down pull away. instead, your tongue leisurely tracing the vein under his cock.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses loudly. “Can I touch you?”

“Nope,” you chirrup. “Hands to yourself. I’ll let you know when you can touch me.”

“Haven’t I been good?”

“I don’t know,” you hum. “You’ve not been super patient.”

“I’m sorry.”

The whine in his voice makes you smile. “That’s okay. Just relax for me, yeah?”

You feel him not more than you see him. You run your hands up and down his thick thighs, placing soft kisses on the flesh. Deciding to reward him for his patience, you give his dick a few slow strokes before you take him in your mouth in earnest.

Little sounds escape his mouth as he closes his eyes. You watch every minute expression on his face, the way his brows crease in pleasure, the way his mouth falls open as he gasps when you sink the warmth of your mouth down on him, hollowing your cheeks for extra suction.

Jungkook is beautiful getting blown. He is so expressive, head rolling to the side. He pants, sweat beading on his chest as you bob your head, making sure to suck him loud and sloppy, just the way he likes it.

For what you can’t reach, you pump with your hand, moving in a steady tandem as he twists the sheets in his hands, thighs and hips jumping with twitches as he moans. You pull off him again, gathering your spit to let it drip from your lips to his tip, pumping his cock faster with a firm hand, twisting at the top the way he likes.

Your boyfriend is melting beneath you.

“Gonna cum if you don’t stop,” he rasps, voice rough. He nods – more to himself than you. “Gonna cum.”

You feel it, the twitch in your hand. You pump him faster and as he begins to twist himself into the sheets, you let go. Jungkook’s eyes snap open with wild fury as you crawl away from him, grinning and settling on your knees just a foot away from him.

“No!” he protests, throwing his head back against the headboard. “Please make me cum please make me come please.”

His begging is cute and soft. You crawl forward, hushing him with a kiss that is more gentle than you’re being with his dick. He licks into your mouth, hungry and wanting, hands pulling at your thighs. He tries to steer you toward his cock but you’re firm, nails digging into the tops of his shoulders.

“Sweet boys make their girlfriends cum first.”

“Yes,” he agrees, looking up at you with blown pupils and pure adoration. You tuck damp strands of hair behind his ear. “Please let me touch you. Want to make you cum.”

“Touch me where, hmm?”

“Sit on my face,” he answers with no hesitation. “Please. Want to taste you.”

“Take these off me, then.”

Jungkook moves too fast. You smack foreheads and groan, holding your head where his hit yours. He apologizes, taking your face in his hands and kissing the spot. You smile as he kisses your lips and murmurs one more apology before his hands, trembling with the denied orgasm, are pulling at the dainty underwear.

“These are beautiful,” Jungkook murmurs. He slides the material down your legs and you help him get them off you. He places them delicately on the bed instead of tossing them. “You’re beautiful. And good at gaming.”

“Yeah?” You push him back. Jungkook slides down the bed, head resting on pillows as you climb up his body. You grab him by the chin gently, making him look at you. “I deserve a good orgasm after winning today, hmm? Going to congratulate me?”

He nods and sticks his tongue out. You know what he’s asking for. You gather spit in your mouth, letting it pool from yours to his. He folds his tongue back in his mouth, swallowing before opening again. You grin at him, so fucking turned on that it takes all of your control not to tell him to fuck you senseless right there.

“Fuck you’re so good,Jungkook.”

His grin is blinding.

Shifting, you carefully put your knees on either side of his head, hovering your dripping core over his eager mouth. You moan breathily when you feel the heat of his breath on your pussy, breath caught in your throat.

“You’re so wet,” he breathes, the words ghosting over your slit. You look down between your legs, where Jungkook is fixated. He licks his lips and lifts his mouth upward, giving a tentative lick that has you sighing in relief. “Mmmm.

“Go on,” you encourage him. With one hand, you hold the headboard. The other cards gently through his hair. “Make me cum, baby.”

Jungkook hums. His hands go to your waist, pulling your pussy further down to his mouth. Your eyes shut and a shaky breath slides through you as he starts to take slow, long licks from hole to clit. The feeling of his rough tongue slowly sliding through your folds makes you grip his hair harder.

Little sounds of pleasure escape him, sighs and humming and moans as he fastens his mouth to your clit, sucking gently. Pleasure shoots through you, your thighs turning soft and jelly as Jungkook begins to eat you out in earnest.

Messy sounds of Jungkook licking, sucking and fucking your hole with his tongue feel the room, accompanied by your soft praises. A steady hum has settled in your stomach, growing as he sucks particularly harshly on your clit.

“Fuck that feels so good, Jungkook.” You rock your hips against his mouth and he flattens his tongue, letting you fuck yourself on his face. “You know exactly how to eat my pussy, don’t you?”

“Mmmm.” His tongue circles your clenching hole a few times before sliding back up to suckle on your clit. “Love eating your pussy.”

“Yeah? Love it when I fuck myself on your tongue?”

“Yes.”

“God, you’re going to make me fucking cuuuum.” You’re panting, barely able to catch your breath. You feel hot all over as your hips take over, finding a rhythm that has you resting your head on the headboard, gasping as you chase your orgasm. “Fuck, Jungkook – so fucking good keep going.”

He hums, fingers digging into the meat of your ass as he helps you ride his face further. “Please cum,” he gasps between harsh sucks on your bundle of nerves. “Wanna taste it. Please.”

It’s the way he sucks on your clit hard and the way he asks so sweetly for your cum that sends you flying over the edge. You squeeze your eyes shut, cursing and pulling his hair tightly as you cum undone, thighs shaking, lungs heaving as you ask for air.

You’re dizzy with the force of your orgasm, muscles in your thighs jumping as Jungkook licks at your hole lazily, not letting a drop go to waste. You sag against the headboard, catching your breath and running your fingers through Jungkook’s hair gently.

“Fuck that felt so good,” you whisper. “Love when you let me ride your face.”

You shift back down so you’re straddling his waist. Jungkook’s lips are wet with spit and cum, the perfect combination. You grab him by the chin, leaning down to swallow his moans as you kiss him fiercely, leading him through the kiss.

Jungkook’s heart rattles against your other palm, skipping and beating and dancing. It beats in time with yours, two wild hearts ready to burst through your ribcage. You love Jungkook so much it hurts sometimes, especially in moments like this where you need no other language but the whisper of skin on skin, the smack of your lips.

“Need you,” Jungkook whispers between messy kisses made of tongue and teeth. “Please. Want to feel good with you.”

“Yeah?” You purr, running nails lightly up his chest. You leave pink marks in its wake. “Gonna let me bounce on your cock?” He nods as you rake your nails back down, just a little harder, angry red lines chasing your hands. “Gonna let me cum first since I won?” Jungkook nods again. “Take this off me.”

Slow hands rub up your thighs, your hips. Jungkook is delicate as he unhooks the garter belt from you, dropping it next to you. His hands are rough from years of different activities. Goosebumps follow in the wake of his hands as they trace your soft curves to your breasts. He squeezes you over the bra, thumbs lightly brushing back and forth across your nipples. You sigh, lids closing as you let him explore your skin.

It's like Jungkook can’t tough enough of you, hands skating up and down your back, felling the pattern of your spin, molding his fingers and hands to the muscles of your back. He unhooks your bra on the second try. You angle your arms so that it’s easier for him to pull it off. The fabric scratches your skin lightly, making you feel overheated and electric.

You look at Jungkook and see a single thing: adoration.

No matter who is leading the way, no matter if the sex is rough or soft or a quicky in the car on a lunch break, Jungkook looks at you with unbound adoration. You’ve been together for years and even when you tried out something new with awkward, tangled limbs and bumping foreheads, you could look at him when you were hesitant and see how much he loved you.

See how much he needed you.

That fire spurs you onward. You love him just as much, especially when he makes a gasping sound as you grab his cock, running the tip up and down your slit, wetting him enough to sink slowly down on him.

Your gaze is locked on watching him as you slowly spear yourself on his cock. The stretch doesn’t hurt – it fills you up, making everything tight and full and wonderful. Your thighs shake, still recovering from the orgasm Jungkook gave you a few seconds ago but you don’t care.

Stuffed full of his cock and fully seated, you watch as the muscles in his body twitch and flex. His entire body reacts to you, especially when you clench your walls on him, grinning as he trembles beneath you.

Jungkook looks up at you with those soft eyes, fists at his side and waiting for you to do something, to do anything.

“What do you want, baby?” you ask him. “Tell me what you want.”

“Want to touch you?”

You roll your hips experimentally, both of you gasping as his dick reaches the deepest parts of you. “Touch me how? Use your words.”

“Wanna suck those tits while you fuck me.”

You trace your hands up your sides slowly, brushing them over your body. You push your breasts together as you slowly begin to roll your hips, sliding up and down his girth. Jungkook makes tiny little sounds under you, veins in his neck flexing.

“Yeah?” you ask using the power of your thighs to fuck yourself on him slowly. “Want to give that beautiful mouth something to do while I get off?”

He nods. “Sit up for me, then. Lean against the headboard.”

Careful not to pull out of you, Jungkook shifts so that he can lean against the headboard. You’re in his lap, fully seated. Jungkook’s obsession with your tits comes out in full form when you’re in charge, his mouth hungrily seeking your right nipple.

A light sigh escapes your mouth as you set a steady pace, rolling your hips to pull you forward and back on his cock. Jungkook moans as his tongue flicks back and forth over your nipple, sucking gently while his hand comes to play with the other.

Your hands dig into his shoulders for support, pushing on the muscle there to lift your hips every time you roll forward, coming down a little harder on his cock as you do. He pants against your chest, kissing all the skin accessible to him as you focus on the tip of his cock brushing your g-spot. You shift a little and find it, a moan forming his name escaping your lips.

“Fuck,” he curses softly. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah? You like it when I fuck you like this?” He nods, nose brushing the valley of your breasts. “You like it when I beat you at video games too, don’t you? You complain about it but I see the way you look at me after.”

You up the pace, bounding fully in his lap. His hands continue to squeeze and massage your breasts, heightening your rippling pleasure every time you sink down on his cock. Jungkook makes you feel so good and even though your words are tight and a growl, you’re coming undone for him. You always come undone for him.

“Love when I kick your ass, hmm?”

“Yes.”

“Love showing off how good I am to all your friends, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck,” you growl. “You’re so fucking perfect Jungkook. Love the way you make me feel, love the sounds you make, love you.”

“Please cum,” he pants. “Not gonna last if you keep doing that. Please.”

Your right hand goes from his shoulder to his neck. You look down at him first, watching for a reaction. He nods his head subtly, leaning back on the headboard and closing his eyes, letting you take control as his hands rests on your hips, applying a little pressure to help you bounce on him.

“So fucking pliant for me,” you gasp, your fingers inching to the edge of his throat. You don’t squeeze as much as you use his pressure points as a place to put your weight. His eyes are fluttering behind closed lids, breathing coming out in soft gasps between swollen and bitten lips. “Such a good fucking boyfriend, so fucking sweet.”

Jungkook hums under your praise. You fuck yourself onto him earnestly, hearing skin against skin, feeling the sweat of sliding bodies, the thick tension in the air. Your stomach coils and your head falls back as you gasp, feeling your orgasm wind and wind and wind until it snaps.

You gasp through it, slowing your hips slightly and shaking as you cum hard around him. Jungkook digs his fingers into your hips, bruising and scratching your flesh. He’s trying not to cum, you can feel him panting beneath you.

You duck your lips to his ear, nipping lightly as you whisper, “Cum baby.” You give his neck a tiny squeeze. “Cum for me.”

Jungkook does. He goes rigid beneath you, head digging into the headboard as you let go of his throat. He seizes harder as the blood rushes through him. You kiss his brow, his hairline, his nose, his temple as he cums, quivering beneath you.

Gently, you still your movements on top of him. It is sticky between you, chest on chest, his arms wrapped around your hips. You’re both panting, hot breath fanning the other. You run your hands through his hair repeatedly, kissing him all over his face as he catches his breath.

Slowly, you lean over toward the nightstand, his softening cock falling out of you. You hate the loss of him, wincing slightly as you feel a mix of cum running down your thighs. You leave it alone, grabbing a glass of water and bringing it back to him.

Jungkook opens his eyes, looking up at you like you hold the stars in the night sky for him. You smile gently as he accepts the water, taking large, solid gulps.

He leans up when he finishes the glass to press a firm, sweet kiss on your lips. Your hands tangle in the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck.

“Thanks for not being a sore loser,” you murmur against his lips, smiling.

He gives your hips a squeeze. “Oh that’s because I want a rematch.”

“Seriously?”

Jungkook grins. “So, when can we play?

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook oneshot #bts smut #bts fanfic #bangtan boys #haliiimede writes #gamer jungkook #streamer jungkook #jungkook x you #bts imagine #jungkook imagine #minors dni #minors do not interact #dom/sub #sub jungkook

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here2bbtstrash · 5 months

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manifest a drabble - requests are open! 🔮

2023 is coming to a close, which means it's time to start reflecting on the last 12 months and setting our intentions for the new year! one of my favorite ways to do that is through the power of ✨manifestation✨ - and since i've had such a wild trip around the sun, i figured this time, why not manifest for more than just myself??

so let's get into it!

🔮 what does it mean to "manifest" something? ✨ put simply, manifestation is really nothing more than a belief in the power of positive thinking! it's based around the idea that if you speak (or in this case, write ✨) something like it's already true, you can speak it into actually happening your life! i recommend looking up "the law of attraction" if you want to learn more about the idea.

however, for the purposes of this drabble event, this is really just a big ol' inside joke we have on this corner of the internet: since i started writing in this fandom, i've had a tendency to ~predict~ a lot of things in my writing, both in bangtan's world and my own personal life. it's gotten to the point where my friends are a little afraid of how spot-on i can end up being (lmao) so i thought it could be a silly thematic way to inspire some writing requests. with that being said, please don't take any of this too seriously - we're just having fun!

🔮 how do i manifest a drabble? ✨ it's simple! take a moment to think about something you really want in your life, particularly in this upcoming new year. your ideas can be abstract or specific, directly related to bangtan or not, based in reality or totally out in delulu fantasy world - i'm open to anything!

when you've got something, go ahead and "speak it into existence" by dropping it into my ask box. you can also include additional specifics for the resulting drabble if you have any (genre, preferred member, whether you want smut or not, etc.) - but i reserve the right to take some creative freedom in how it ultimately turns out!

🔮 are there any rules for requesting drabbles? ✨ just a few basics!

i expect you to be 18 or older to submit a request (or to be on this blog at all!!).

i don’t have any hard and fast rules about things i won’t write (open to smut, angst, fluff, memxmem, you name it!).

however, i do also reserve the right not to fulfill a request if i'm uncomfortable with it or don't think i could do it justice - or if i end up not being able to get to them all! i'm just one lil human with a full-time job and a busy offline life, so please be kind and patient with me.

you're welcome to submit these on or off anon, and i'm open to multiple submissions per person, just please don't submit the same idea more than once! (you can always DM me if you're unsure whether or not an ask went through).

and finally, keep in mind that these will be drabbles, ideally under 1k words each, so please try and keep your ✨ manifestations ✨ drabble-sized!

🔮 how long do we have to manifest? ✨ your clock runs out when the new year rolls in - requests close at 11:59 PM (eastern) on december 31st! i'll fill any requests that inspire my muse throughout the month of december, and will probably continue to dip into my ask archives well into january, depending on how i'm feeling. as a reminder, this event is me getting back into writing after a 6 month+ break, so forgive me if i'm a little slow/rusty!!

hope y'all are excited 🔮 if you've made it this far - why not take your future into your hands and manifest a drabble today?! ✨

#mposting #manifest a drabble 🔮#eeeeeee i'm so excited/nervous 🙈#hit me with your ideas!!!!

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years

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Do you think that part of the reason that BTS is going on hiatus is so they can serve in the military?

Honestly? Yes. I do.

But I also think that Namjoon needs to not be "leader-nim" for the first time in his life.

I think Jin needs to act to his heart's content and experience the joys of being on screen and maybe have the chance to do something new.

I think Yoongi needs time to see his family and eat at his brother's restaurant and play fetch with Holly.

I think Hobi needs to be just "J-Hope" for awhile and not "J-Hope from BTS."

I think Jimin needs to eat delicious food and not worry about looking good on stage and dance just for the hell of dancing because he loves it.

I think Taehyung needs to be known for more than just his pretty face and quirky personality and relationship with the other members of the maknae line and really grow into what he wants to become.

I think Jungkook needs a chance to experience the childhood he never got to have.

They've given us 9 years of their lives-and I'm absolutely positive they'll give us many more-but right now, they need us to give them time and acceptance and love.

Is this going to give them a chance to serve? Yes.

Is this going to give them a chance to flourish as individuals? Yes.

But most importantly, is this just going to give them a chance to breathe? Yes. Yes. Yes.

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urmiibby · 2 years

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Hoseok: Hey, what's Jungkook doing Jin *channeling the inner mum energy* Jin: Something stupid Jin: Jin: Or Jimin

#jikook incorrect quotes #jikook #kookmin #bts #bts incorrect quotes #bangtan incorrect quotes #bangtan #park jimin #jeon jungkook #kim seokjin #anon submission

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luvrl0sers · 1 year

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❧𝖈𝖗𝖞𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖓𝖔. 10

@thescorpiourge:“Hi I’m here to submit a crystal ball reading so here are two pics Thank you sm!”

“Oh and I forgot to mention that it’s bts and keep the pics private pls and thanks!”

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬...

𝖏𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖓✨

thank you for your patience baby! ur so pretty btw i instantly thought of jimin when i saw you! ><💗

#🔮;crystal ball reading #thescorpiourge #submission #bts matchup #bts #bangtan #bts imagines #bts x reader #jimin matchup #park jimin x reader #jimin x reader #jimin bts #jimin #park jimin

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bangtanwritershq · 10 months

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “Uncover The Mythos of Bangtan” Masterlist

For June 2023, we put together a collection of fics that focus on the mythological, folklore, and urban legend types of alternate universes! We asked our members to share with us their mythos-themed stories so that we could share them with you! If you are in an enchanting and whimsical mood, this masterlist is for you! In this post, you’ll find fics from our network members that feature any and all members with various mystical AU types and tropes!

Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

KEY:

🔞 - nsfw (mature themes) ✅ - sfw (no warnings) 💖 - smut ⚠️ - other warnings

SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Curse of The Serpent | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Perseus!Namjoon x Medusa!Jimin AU Type: Gods & Monsters | smut, angst, mild fluff Rating: MA WC: 12,046

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Dream For Us | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Hyung Line x f.Reader AU Type: Demi-Gods & Monsters | light smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 15,255

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Flowers of Fate | @colormepurplex2 [4/4] Pairing: Fae!Yoongi x Human!Reader (ft. x Jimin/Namjoon/Jungkook) AU Type: Beltane, Scottish Folklore | smut, angst, fluff Rating: MA WC: 56,072

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Ambrosia & Nectar | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Dionysus!Jungkook x Phanessa!Reader AU Type: Greek Mythos | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 5,112

🔞 💖 ⚠️ The Eight | @noonasto [125/125] Pairing: OT7 x OC AU Type: Soulmates | smut, fluff, angst Rating: MA WC: 153,256

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Mate | @7deadlysinsfics [7/9] Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Reader AU Type: A/B/O Soulmates | angst, fluff, smut Rating: MA WC: 25,920

🔞 💖 Sanguis | @7deadlysinsfics [1/2] Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Vampire!Reader AU Type: Vampires | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 2,270

All stories copywritten of the specified author. The authors provided consent for their stories to the network to be shared by submitting their stories. Stories posted in the order of submission to the event.

#BWHQ #BWHQ Writing Event #BWHQ Writing Events #BWHQ Network #bangtanwhq #bangtan writers hq #bangtan writers hq network #bts imagines #bts #bts reactions #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts scenarios #bts x reader #bts smut #bts au #bts angst #bts fluff

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magicshopaholic · 2 years

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Industry Baby (Namjoon x OC)

Summary: In an unexpected turn of events involving your economics class and a magazine article, you find out just how talented your boyfriend is.

Pairing: Namjoon x OC

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word count: 8.6 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, teasing, dirty talk, making out, breast play, blowjobs, restraints, mild dominance, edging, unprotected sex

A/N: Not me reading a Reddit thread about the best rappers in the Korean music industry and coming up with a whole fic by the time I get to the end of it :')

A huge huge thank you to @jeoniius for being a stellar beta as usual, reading the whole thing, giving me tips and telling me how hot it was at the end :') Couldn't have done it without you, Tannie <3

This is also part of my submission towards the Bangtan Bingo Spring Event by @bangtanwritingbingo, using my square "oral sex".

Listen to: "i wanna be yours" by arctic monkeys

namjoon masterlist | main masterlist

Click, click, click.

You don’t realise you’re clicking your pen until the person in front of you turns around to frown at you. You immediately stop and mouth an apology, sinking down further in your seat as your cheeks burn and you continue counting down the minutes until you get home.

Not just home, though. To your boyfriend. There’s a warmth that flows through you at the thought. For once, when you go back to your studio apartment, you won’t need to look forward to simply receiving texts from him or maybe catching him on the phone during a common free half hour. No, if everything goes well and you’re able to get out of here at a decent hour, Namjoon will be right there, in the flesh, tall frame and dimpled smile welcoming you.

“Diversification bias!”

You almost jump out of your seat as your professor barks a term at the class, quite possibly the reaction he was hoping for. You realise that you’ve missed the last ten minutes of the lecture entirely, most unlike you. You love what you do, what you study. You like this professor: a thin, lanky gentleman with kind eyes and thinning hair who speaks with an exasperation that suggests he’s seen war - or numerous batches of post graduate students, which is pretty much the same. You even like this particular topic - Practical Case Studies on Neuromarketing and Their Uses in the Modern World - which is why as a Ph.D student who doesn’t mandatorily need to be here, you’ve still shown up to an advanced post graduate class.

You’re surprised, therefore, at how distracted you’re getting. You glance down at the notebook before you, to see one and a half pages of written notes and feel slightly better; your boyfriend’s presence here doesn’t seem to have rid you of all your focus, at least. You don’t know why it should; it’s not like it’s the first time he’s visited you here in Amsterdam. It’s the first time he’s been here in months, it’s true, and for some reason you’ve missed him more than ever while he’s been working on promotions for his new album. Soon, he and his band will be on tour and you’ll be lucky if you can get even a minute of his time in between your classes, his concerts and the multiple timezones.

“That’s correct!”

Fuck. You’ve never been this low on concentration before. You sit up straighter in your seat as the professor nods approvingly at someone a couple of rows behind you, determined to focus for the rest of the lecture. You squint at the slides he’s presenting, sighing quietly in relief when you pick up the gist of what he’s talking about. The graphs are ones you’ve worked on yourself for your research and the insights are logical enough for you to catch up.

“Why would we be talking about Herd Behaviour in this context, though, hm?” The professor prowls about the dias in front of the class, peering at the forty twenty-somethings in the room. “Why -” He turns with a flourish to the other side of the class “- would the perception of a choice affect the decision of a consumer when those around them would perceive the choice to be something else?”

Everyone looks at him blankly for a few moments as they process this before the murmurs break out and the guesses start coming in. You don’t raise your hand; were you a student of this class, you would have. As a doctoral candidate, you and the professor both know it would be unfair for you to answer, even if you’re the same age as half the class.

“Exactly,” declares the professor when a girl in the front row makes an educated guess. “Can you think of a practical example where an industry not only employs this, but thrives on perception marketing to influence a consumer’s decision?”

Film, sports, music, pharmaceuticals… You sigh, suddenly remembering why you’d zoned out. Still, you wait patiently as the answers come in slowly from different students and the professor nods in approval.

“Quite right. All correct - except that, Janssen. Sports? Think again.” He claps his hands, making everyone jump again. “Let’s talk about a popular case study here, alright? This one’s for the kids.” The slide behind him changes and your heart stops. Right there, in the middle of your classroom, eight feet tall, is an image of your boyfriend.

You hear the lazy whoops and claps from corners of the class and the professor grins at the reaction, everyone suddenly a bit more awake at a pop culture case study.

“Does anyone know who this is?” The professor asks, almost jokingly, pointing at the picture on screen.

“BTS!” Several voices crow, the classroom erupting into laughter. They’re right, of course, for while your eyes had naturally gone straight to Namjoon, you now notice his six bandmates around him, all dressed similarly in suits, posing for the camera with perfect make-up and styled hair.

“And who knows who this is?” To your horror, the professor trains his pointer straight to Namjoon so the red dot hovers somewhere between his chest and his shoulder.

The voices are fewer this time but, if possible, louder. “Rap Monster!” a couple of people call, while some go “RM!” and one girl goes “Kim Namjoon!”, the loudest of all of them.

“So you all are capable of such energy in class. Imagine that,” quips the professor as everyone laughs, and the girl goes red in the face but continues smiling, eyes trained on the picture. “Well - yes, in answer. Rap Monster, RM, what have you. Leader of BTS. Can anyone tell me why he’s the leader of this world famous band? No, not you, Karina, we’ll have to wait for you to calm down…”

Your heart is still thudding, unable to reconcile the image of Namjoon, your Namjoon, here in your Economics classroom. As the answers pop up, you find yourself surprised at how many people know him and the detail in which they do. You’re not daft; you know BTS is world famous. Just because you had no idea who they were when you met Namjoon, aside from the band’s name in a vague sort of way, doesn’t mean other people in your campus aren’t aware of them. You’ve just never been faced with it this blatantly.

From behind you, you hear a guy speak in a low voice. “Mate, who’s the bloke with the blue hair and why is he looking into my soul?”

Another male voice answers. “Dunno. The only one I recognise is Rap Monster.”

From next to you, a girl whips around to look at them. “Wait, Bill, what the hell? You listen to k-pop?”

“Nah, not really,” the second voice, Bill, answers lazily. “But I know Rap Monster, though. Aoki posted a picture with him so I checked him out. He can rap, by the way.”

“He goes by RM now.” You don’t realise you’ve spoken until the girl next to you snaps her head down to look at you, blue eyes wide. “I think,” you add hastily.

“Are you army?” she practically squeals.

“I - uh, not exactly,” you stutter, already regretting saying anything. While Namjoon doesn’t get recognised too much in Europe, compared to back in Seoul at least, you want to limit any potential connection between you and him, especially while he’s here. He’s warned you before about getting photographed together, more for your safety than anything else, and you intend to defer to his judgment here at least. “My cousin’s a huge fan. She’s Korean,” you add, nodding when the girl sighs in understanding and you thank your stars for Jae-Lin, your favourite cousin and the perfect cover for your bouts of random BTS knowledge.

Somehow, like something out of a dream, the class progresses, proceeding to break down the entire economics behind the formation and positioning of one of fastest emerging bands in the world. The professor switches the slide and this time it’s thankfully not just a huge picture of the band but a couple of graphs, pie charts, article screenshots and pictures of about fifteen different bands in a messy collage of sorts.

Some of them are k-pop - thanks to Jae-Lin, you recognise who you think is EXO and Got7, and whom you know is Blackpink. Apart from them, you recognise One Direction, NSYNC and some western girl group that looks incredibly familiar but you can’t place for the life of you. However, the picture of BTS, this time in baggy clothes and headbands as they glare into the camera, still remains bigger than the rest of the collage put together.

“Why -” The professor’s voice booms around the class even in the absence of a mic “- is the concept of a centre so important in the k-pop industry? What is the perception they’re working with, when -” He trains his pointer straight to Namjoon again “- the band was actually created around a different member altogether?”

For the first time this entire lecture, you’re paying full attention. The professor continues, with factual inputs from a few students here and there, to explain how Namjoon was the first member, former underground rapper, leader, producer and whatnot. “Where does the revenue for a label come from?” he asks dramatically. “Come on,” he prods, a bit impatiently, when no one answers for a few seconds, “how would a label make money?”

“Production.” It’s the only thing you’ve said in the class so far and you intend to keep it that way, even when the professor catches your eye and nods, looking slightly gratefully.

“That’s right!” He turns with a flourish to point the red dot at the western bands now. “Historically, usually, the labels are the producers. Why is k-pop different? Why is -” He turns towards the class this time “- BTS different? Take a wild guess as to who produces half their music!”

There’s a smattering of answers as people guess the answer to this rather leading question. Somehow - and you have no idea how - the class has turned into an RM worship session, and most surprisingly, a large number of people seem to be participating in it. You don’t speak again for the rest of the class, simply listening in awe at how much people seem to know about your boyfriend.

In the eight odd months that you’ve been dating - and the few months preceding it where you both danced around the topic for longer than required - you’ve discovered his love for modern art, his favourite artists, how he likes his eggs in the morning, which t-shirts he likes to sleep in, the fact that he greatly prefers wine to beer, that he’d read the entire Iliad in English when he was sixteen years old, that his favourite mode of foreplay is to palm you over your underwear until you’re begging for his fingers. Somehow, amidst all this information, and the fact that he’s somewhat of a legend in the k-pop industry has escaped you.

Of course, sixteen year old Jae-Lin has done everything in her power since the day you’d met him to convince you of his greatness, but given the fact that she’s also called Jimin “a real life angel” and declared Taehyung her future husband, you’ve been forced to take everything she says with a rather large pinch of salt.

You’re shaken out of your reverie when there’s a collective gasp of acknowledgement from the class, usually reserved for when a professor presents the class with a logic that’s been staring them in the face this whole time. As seems to be the theme for today, you’ve missed the explanation, but you watch as the slide switches to the conclusion of this case with - you guessed it - a full screen picture of BTS, this time at some sort of interview where all the members are sitting on high revolving chairs.

Your eyes, predictably, go straight to Namjoon, who’s sitting in the middle with a mic in his hand and a small smile on his face. It’s incredible how much you miss him in that moment, even though you know you’ll see him in a couple of hours. As the professor takes doubts from the class, your gaze lingers on the t-shirt he’s wearing, how the thin material stretches across his shoulders and around his lean biceps. You’d left fingernail marks on those last night, you remember, biting your lip.

The summer heat suddenly feels stronger, and you reach for your bottle of water to cool down whatever it is you’re feeling. It’s pride, for sure, and a lot of surprise - but a pleasant kind of surprise. But there’s also something else, something that makes you feel just the tiniest bit uneasy, only because its elusivity makes your reaction completely unpredictable. Just a few more hours, you think as you take a sip. Next to you, the girl leans over.

“Which one are you looking at?”

Your heart skips a beat. “Um… no one in particular.”

She rolls her eyes and gives you a knowing look, as though letting you know your secret is safe with her. “Let me guess. It’s Jungkook, isn’t it?”

You almost choke on your water. “Oh, God, no,” you mutter, automatically thinking back to the first time you’d ever met the kid, his shocked and reddening face, inopportune timing, and the cold showers you and Namjoon had had to take after that. Realising how that must sound, though, you immediately backtrack. “I mean, he’s - he’s sweet, but… I was looking at… at Jimin, actually. I like his jacket,” you add lamely, for the first time noting the colourful and sparkly cardigan he has on.

She seems to accept your answer as the professor dismisses the class, thanking them for their unexpected participation. As you stand up and begin gathering your things, it takes you a moment to realise that while the case study might be over, the topic of BTS certainly isn’t.

“... documentary on how Eminem rose to fame,” Bill, one of the guys behind you, says as he zips up his bag. “Dre said it, too, that the best rappers have flow, beats and wordplay. RM has all of those. At least in k-pop, he’s one of the best,” he declares.

“The rest of them are really good, too,” the girl next to you pipes up, letting her blond hair out of its ponytail. “Suga and J-Hope. Best rap line in k-pop,” she corrects Bill.

“Wait, hang on, Ana,” says the guy next to Bill, turning to his friend. “What d’you mean wordplay? You don’t even speak Korean!”

They continue bickering, the two guys and Ana trailing behind them next to you. As the class exits, a few more people join them and it doesn’t take you long to realise that it’s everyone in the class who has any kind of opinion on k-pop. It’s incredibly strange; your heart skips a beat every time you hear anyone refer to Namjoon, especially when they’re giving him a compliment, but everything after that feels like brand new information. You hover around the same group as everyone mills outside before going their separate ways. There aren’t too many post graduate students you’re familiar with apart from the ones you studied with last year, but suddenly you’re glad you chose to attend this lecture.

BTS RM Tops Spotify Charts with Mixtape in Twenty-Four Hours… You scroll through the article on your laptop an hour later, feet up on your coffee table and a glass of red wine next to you. They’ve used a recent picture of Namjoon, dyed blond hair and winning smile taking up your whole screen before the article begins. You remember when the mixtape came out; you’d been together for three months at the most, and all he’d said about it was that it was different from the stuff BTS usually put out so he wasn’t sure if fans would like it.

You knew it had done well, though; Namjoon’s relief and happiness hadn’t been a secret but it had coincided with you getting your research methodology approved and his reaction when you’d told him had been to “celebrate both wins together”. Now, you can’t quite believe he’d thought they were the same thing.

You continue going through headlines with a little trepidation. Even after Jae-Lin had revealed that the guy you’d bumped into and flirted with over a year ago was the leader of BTS, you’d been hesitant to look him up online, part of you wanting to follow your instincts and research, but another part forcing you to restrain yourself because you honestly had no idea what you’d find. Once you’d met him and gone on a couple of dates, you’d been able to form your own opinion of him - which, by all standards, was a fantastic one, and you’d no longer needed to read anything else.

The front door opens and you immediately close the browser window, looking up to see Namjoon enter. He takes off his earphones the moment he sees you and smiles easily, dimples popping. “Hey, beautiful,” he murmurs, walking up to you and tilting his head to kiss you on the mouth. “Sorry I’m late,” he says, straightening up and taking off the baseball cap. He runs a hand through his hair and takes a seat next to you. “How was your day?”

“It was okay,” you reply, leaning into him a bit when he puts an arm around your shoulders. “Good lecture.”

“Yeah? What was it about?” He sounds genuinely interested, just like he had on your first date when you’d told him what you do.

“Neuromarketing.” You bite your lip, not elaborating further. It’s suddenly odd to see him back here after everything you’ve seen and heard in your class today. You note how different he looks, too; every picture on the slides had him and the band looking flawless, in designer clothes and with smooth skin and perfect hair. But right now, in chinos and Chuck Taylors, with his hair slightly messy and face bare, he looks like a dream.

He’s still frowning curiously, though, so you shake your head. “I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Okay.” Namjoon sighs and ruffles his hair again. “I’m going to take a shower. It was a hot day,” he adds, and you nod in agreement. “We’ll watch the documentary when I’m back?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Smiling and patting your bare leg affectionately, he kisses your cheek and stands up. “Oh, by the way,” he says, moving to hang the cap on the line of hooks you have on the wall next to your TV, currently occupied by your bag and a few stoles, “I passed by the gallery today while they were setting up for tomorrow’s exhibit. It looks like it’s going to be huge.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Do you think you'll be recognised? We can skip it if you want.”

“What? No,” he says immediately. “I know how hard it must have been to get these tickets - I definitely want to go.”

“Are you sure?”

“A hundred percent,” he confirms, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles before heading inside. He emerges fifteen minutes later, in a white t-shirt and black cotton shorts, drying his wet hair with a towel. The image makes something stir inside you and the warmth you feel coursing through you makes you wonder if the second glass of wine was a bad idea. You’d tried, while he was gone, to try and put your finger on why you were suddenly looking at him a bit differently, hoping that seeing him in the flesh might do the trick. But he seems more than ever like the same person you’ve known since June last year - except for that one thing.

“I just remembered, I have to send an email,” he mutters, going to his bag which he’d left under the row of hooks and retrieving a small, sleek laptop.

“Now?” you ask, keeping your own laptop aside and standing up before making your way over to him.

“Yeah, it needs to get to the management before they wake up in the morning, which is…” He checks his watch “... in about an hour.” He props the laptop open on your small dining table and begins typing away on the Korean keyboard, still standing.

You stop right behind him and place your hands lightly on his hip bones, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. He smells of your shower gel but there’s an additional scent there, something you only get to experience when he’s around and miss like hell when he isn’t.

Namjoon lets out a content sigh and pauses typing when he feels your touch. “I’m sorry, baby,” he says softly, “but this will just take a minute, I promise.”

“It’s okay, take your time,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his waist when he resumes typing. Your nose is at level with the top of his shoulder; you rest your forehead against it and inhale, content to just be with him, his large and comforting frame back in your life and in your apartment.

“Babe?” You tighten your arms around him slightly and wait for him to murmur in acknowledgement. “Who’s Runch Randa?”

The typing stops abruptly. “What?”

You lift your head to rest your chin against his shoulder blade so he can hear you more clearly. “Runch Randa?” you repeat.

“Where, uh, where did you hear that name?”

“In my Economics class today.”

“You heard Runch Randa in your Economics class?”

“M-hm,” you nod, mostly telling the truth. The girl sitting next to you - Anabelle, you'd discovered later - had mentioned the name to the group in a deliberate attempt to be nonchalant and looked extremely proud when no one else seemed to recognise it, before she finally explained it on her own. “Apparently, he’s a pretty big deal.”

“Kaya?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re going to have to explain, babe, just a little bit.”

You snicker against his shoulder. “You were a case study in my class today. Or, BTS was,” you amend.

“Seriously?” Namjoon turns around slightly. “Wow. Why?”

“It was actually a pretty good example of perception marketing,” you allow, “and it included other k-pop acts, too. But,” you add, coming back to the point, “apparently you’re, like… a really huge deal. Top of the industry and stuff?”

“Oh, that’s… that’s not true.”

“Really?”

“M-hm.”

“So BTS isn’t platinum in, like, forty countries with the highest album sales of any k-pop group ever?”

He pauses. “I mean… okay, yeah, but -”

“And you aren’t the leader of the group? And apparently the best rapper in the industry, neck and neck with Zico?”

Namjoon pauses, turning around a bit more. “Someone said I’m as good as Zico?” he asks, eyes wide. “Wait - how do you know who Zico is?”

You haven’t the faintest idea who Zico is, but it was one of the two names being thrown around while the group from your class debated on who the best rapper in the Korean industry was. But this isn’t about your k-pop knowledge - or lack thereof. “And your mixtape didn’t top Spotify charts in, like, a day?”

There’s silence for a moment before Namjoon sighs and turns around fully, and you drop your arms from around him. “Where did you hear that?”

“I read it online, like a normal person. Although a normal person would probably hear about it from her boyfriend, considering it was his album,” you tell him, unable to keep a note of annoyance out of your voice.

He leans back against the table and frowns slightly. “Are you mad?”

You sigh heavily, reaching out to tug at the bottom of his t-shirt. “No, of course not. I just… it’s a really huge deal. And even the other stuff…” You bite your lip, trying to get to the bottom of it. “You don’t talk about your work a lot,” you finish eventually.

He shrugs, eyes softening. “Yeah, because I don’t get to see you that often,” he says, pulling you closer by the waist. “Why would I want to talk about work when I do get to see you?”

“I’m not saying you need to talk about it all the time, but I want to know,” you say in a small voice. “The good stuff and the bad. I tell you everything about my work,” you point out.

Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “You tell me everything?”

“Pretty much. Minus the boring stuff.”

“You didn’t tell me you walk back home alone from campus after midnight. I found that out when I got here and saw it for myself.” You don’t miss the disapproving note in his tone, so you give him a look until he sighs again. “Look, I know you weren’t really into k-pop before we met. I don’t want to force it on you.”

“You weren’t into behavioural economics research when we met either, but I still tell you all about it.” When he doesn’t answer, you drop your gaze. “Congratulations. On the Spotify thing.” You feel yourself getting pulled closer to him and his arms encircling your waist.

“Thank you,” he mutters, pressing his lips to the side of your neck before coming back up to your lips and kissing you. You automatically kiss him back, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck as you melt into him, like you always do. His mouth opens against yours and you sigh softly, having thought about nothing but this all day.

Namjoon slides one hand slightly lower down the curve of your hip. “Sexy t-shirt,” he murmurs against your mouth.

You smile into the kiss. “It should be. It’s yours.”

He lowers his hand even further so it skims the hem of the t-shirt and lifts it up, making a low sound of approval. “Damn, I thought you were wearing shorts under this.”

“M-m, it’s too hot for shorts,” you reply, feeling the familiar warmth between your legs and nipping at his lip. “Is that a problem?”

He chuckles, low and deep. “Not at all.” He squeezes your arse and the heat increases. “It’s encouraged, in fact.”

You know if you keep going, you’re bound to forget everything you were talking about before this so you pull away regretfully and push him back slightly, ignoring his quiet groan. “Okay, no, but back to you and how you’re some kind of legend in the industry.”

Namjoon groans, an embarrassed hint of a smile on his face. “I’m not. Really. There’s seven of us who’ve made all that happen.”

“No, I know,” you say immediately, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. “I’m not trying to take anything away from them, but… okay, aren’t you the leader? The first member of the group? Had the opportunity to go solo but didn’t take it? Underground rapper with a name and a brand already?”

His smile widens and the dimple appears, even as he drops his face into his hand before looking back at you. “Okay, yes, all that is… technically true. But it sounds a lot fancier than it is.”

“Ugh, you’re so sexy when you’re being modest,” you groan teasingly, your stomach flipping when he laughs as you push him back by the chest until he’s sitting in your recliner. It’s your most expensive purchase, one you’d made after you’d finished a gruelling research job for one of the university’s faculty members, and you’d sprung for a good version, with a soft leather lining and the cup holders on either arm.

Namjoon sits back without protest, the top of his head just an inch above the back of the chair. You straddle him, finally having his full attention. His expression is somewhere between exasperated and indulgent and you have to ignore the jolt in your heart as his hands come up to rest comfortably on your hips. “Alright, what’s going on?”

“Nothing is going on.” You aren’t sure how to put this into words and it frustrates you. You’re normally quite articulate, especially when it comes to self-awareness, but this time you just can’t identify it. You hold his gaze; despite sitting on his lap, his height ensures that you’re still at eye level with each other. “I just want to know what’s going on with my brilliant boyfriend, that’s all.”

“Your brilliant boyfriend needs to finish writing an email,” he says, matter-of-fact.

You deflate. “Fine, I can take a hint,” you mutter, moving to get off but immediately feeling yourself being pulled back.

“No, come here, I’m sorry,” he says, smiling and sounding apologetic. “I’m… I’m just not very good at taking compliments.”

“Even from me?”

“Especially from you. My brilliant Ph.D girlfriend,” he adds, pulling you even closer and kissing you on the cheek.

“I’m not a Ph.D yet,” you remind him, your cheeks warm. You shift your gaze, suddenly feeling shy. You finger a strand of his hair; it was initially a warm, golden blond but with his natural brown seeping in, it’s a dark, caramel colour, longer than it had been when you first met. “It felt nice,” you say finally, “to hear all that stuff about you. Of course, a little weird because a room full of strangers knew more about you than I did…” You lower your hand and your eyes. “But I felt proud and…” You trail off.

“And?”

You shrug and shake your head. “Nothing. Just proud.”

"Thank you," he says after a moment, and his voice sounds deeper. When you simply nod and look up, he frowns slightly. "What?"

"... What?"

"Kaya." His voice is deep and soothing, like warm honey, and he looks more curious than anything else, tilting his head. "What is it?"

You straighten your face, wondering what exactly it is that he's seeing on it. "Nothing," you repeat, mostly because you don't know either. His torso, large and lean, is inches away from yours. You feel your toes curl of their own accord when you notice how his gaze continually falls and lingers on you.

Namjoon doesn't say anything else. He’s seen this look before - he just can’t place it exactly. You’re playing with the ends of your hair, falling dark and wavy down your shoulders and stopping just above your breasts. The leaf green t-shirt looks like spring against your olive skin and, without thinking, he brushes a strand of hair off your neck. As you shift slightly in his lap, he feels the elastic of your underwear against his thumb and immediately wonders if you’re wearing black - and he feels himself stir at the thought.

He can’t tell if you’ve felt it. It suddenly occurs to him where he’s seen this look and at the same moment, something seems to click in your mind. Leaning forward, you tilt your head slightly and kiss him.

He seems surprised for a fraction of a second but responds passionately, sliding his hands slowly up your back as you bring your hand to rest behind his head, fingers running through his hair. All intellectual brilliance aside, Kim Namjoon is the best goddamn kisser you’ve ever come across in your life. You open your mouth against his, sighing when you feel his tongue press sensually against yours and pull at his hair slightly, and this time you definitely feel him stir under you.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he murmurs, moving down to trail kisses down your jaw and to your neck as his hands disappear under your t-shirt. His large hands envelope almost your entire torso, warm and familiar on your skin before reaching your breasts, pushing them up and squeezing them. Your soft groan makes him twitch and he feels for your nipple, moving the hem of your bra aside and running his thumb over it.

“Oh, god…” You moan even louder, rolling your hips into his. “Shit, you’re really good at everything, aren’t you?” His low snicker against your neck makes your abdomen clench, and you feel him squeeze your breasts again. “World famous music producer and everything?”

Aside from the conversation you were just having, you’ve just referred to an inside joke, possibly the oldest one you both have. His chest flutters at the memory of your face looking up at him in the sunshine, juxtaposed with the reality of you on his lap right now, expression full of desire. “You know I am, baby,” he murmurs, snaking a hand down to your arse and pulling you closer. “A pretty damn good music producer…”

Your eyes snap open as he begins sucking softly at the spot above your collarbone. There it is, you think, except you don’t yet know what it is but you can tell it’s right in front of you, dangling just within reach. You run your hand through his hair again, your fingernails scraping against his scalp. He groans softly against your skin and your heart starts beating faster.

“Tell me you’re the best rapper the industry’s ever seen,” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he squeezes your breasts again. He chuckles again, soft and low, but you’re done with jokes. Pulling away slightly, you push him backwards by the shoulder and kiss him, ignoring his momentary surprise. By the time you separate, he’s panting, his eyes narrow and heavily lidded. You suddenly realise how you’ve both shifted, and you’re finally able to look down at him. “Tell me,” you repeat softly.

Namjoon bites his lower lip, as though just realising he’s looking up at you, too. “I’m the best fucking rapper the industry’s ever seen,” he says quietly. Your heart jolts and you feel a warm wetness between your legs as you reach forward and your mouths meet again, messier and wetter than before. Even his grip is stronger now, holding your pelvis to his as he slides one hand beyond the hem of your underwear and squeezes the flesh.

“Joon,” you murmur, pulling away, breathless, and holding his gaze. “I want to tie you up.”

His eyes flicker for a moment, running over your dishevelled hair, swollen lips and glowing skin. Then, he nods. “Okay.”

Your heart thuds and for a moment you don’t move. You think you know what this is about, but you don’t want to overthink it. Clambering off his lap, you walk towards the row of hooks and grab the two thinnest stoles you can find before sauntering back over to Namjoon. His eyes don’t leave you and as you near him, he places his arms on the armrests of the chair, his erection now fully visible.

“Sure you’re okay with this?” you ask, pausing where you’re kneeling down, a dark blue stole ready to be used. When he nods again, the corner of his mouth curving upwards slightly almost like he’s looking forward to it, you smirk up at him. His heart jolts in his chest at the sight of your smile, his favourite thing in the world, and he sits back as you secure both his wrists to the cup holders of the chair before standing up again.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he mutters, visibly checking you out and letting his gaze linger on where the t-shirt rides up to the tops of your thighs as you run your hands through your hair. You notice where his attention is and raise your hands even higher, allowing the black of your underwear to peek through and Namjoon lets out a choked sigh before looking back up at you.

You love it when he talks dirty - which is often. He knows he has the voice for it and he uses it all the time, telling you how gorgeous you look or what he wants to do to you. It usually works differently because while neither of you occupy the role of the dominant one, Namjoon usually leads, worshipping your body and driving you crazy in equal measure. This time, though… you straddle him again, slowly, taking your time because now, the best fucking rapper in the industry has all his attention on you.

Hesitating just so you can see his reaction, you lean forward and kiss him again, slower this time. You tease him, swiping your tongue across his lower lip and biting on it lightly until he groans into your mouth. His erection twitches again and you feel it more clearly this time. Still kissing him, you reach down between you and palm him through his shorts, feeling yourself get wetter when you realise how hard he is.

“Fuck,” he breathes, pulling away and resting his head on the back of the chair. “God, I want your mouth on me…”

“I know you do, baby,” you murmur, slowly letting him go and sitting back so you can lift his t-shirt. You watch his expression as you run your hands up his torso, loving how he’s forcing himself to meet your gaze. You make sure to graze your fingernails against his skin until you reach his pecs and lift the shirt up further. The way his breath hitches tells you that he knows what’s coming - something you’ve only done once before.

Shifting further back on his lap, you lower yourself so you can press your lips to his sternum. The scent of your lime shower gel that he's used hits you again and you move up further, feeling his chest tighten under your light touch. “Something wrong, baby?” you ask softly, trailing your mouth higher up. When you reach the spot below his nipple, you feel his erection strain against his shorts.

“Kaya,” he mutters, sounding like he’s gritting his teeth. “Come on, don’t tease me, baby...”

“You tease me all the time,” you remind him, unable to resist pointing that out. “Being a big deal in the music business can’t get you everything, baby.” Lifting his shirt up further, you reach out to lightly brush your tongue against his nipple.

“Fuck!”

You look up from your position to see his head thrown back as he bites down on his lip. You continue, more confident now that you’re getting the reaction you wanted. You lick his nipple again, this time grazing it lightly with your teeth when he groans again when you feel a warm wetness against your thigh. Reaching for his erection, you brush your thumb over his covered tip, confirming the pre cum that’s leaked out.

Straightening up, you reach for his face, bringing it down to look at you. “Fuck, you’re so hard for me, baby,” you murmur, only partly in wonder. Slipping a hand under the waistband of his shorts, you grip his length through his boxers, your own clit pulsing at the feel of it. Namjoon’s eyes flutter shut when he feels your touch and you kiss his jaw, making your way down to his neck and biting lightly on his earlobe.

“How many artists said they wanted to work with you this year, hm?” you ask calmly, your lips touching the helix of this ear and your thumb brushing the tip of his cock. “When you were in the States last month?”

“Not -” He breaks off, biting his lip as you continue stroking him. You sit up to look at him properly, waiting for him to pay attention to you. “I…” He swallows, and you feel him pulsate in your hand. “Ten… maybe fifteen,” he says at last.

You nod, knowing you’re soaked through your underwear by now. “I’m so proud,” you tell him softly, lowering your head to kiss him again. He kisses you back hungrily and you run your free hand across his shoulders and down his chest, your stomach leaping at how tight and tense he is.

“I want you…” Namjoon whines, lips moving off yours and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your jaw, “... please, babygirl.”

At the last word, you let him go and slide off of him, getting your first good look at how far you’ve been able to push him till now. Wrists tied, cock hard and expression both aroused and frustrated, you can finally reconcile what you’ve been feeling this whole time. RM, leader, rapper, producer and Big Hit’s main man is yours.

Kneeling down between his spread knees, you hear him sigh and see his hands clench into fists on either side of your head, bound by a green and blue stole each. You snake one hand up his thigh, continuing even after it disappears into his shorts until you feel him again, big and hard. You palm him, trying to ignore how much you want him right now, how badly you want him to fill you up… Namjoon groans again, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

“Kaya…” He sounds so incredible, his deep voice reverberating in your small apartment, his huge frame in your favourite chair, all the while at your mercy.

"Yeah, babe?"

“Please…”

You retrieve your hand and reach forward to bring his shorts and boxers down together, freeing his cock, hard and already dripping pre cum. You need to bite your lip to keep from audibly moaning at the sight; it’s never ceased to amaze you just how well-endowed your boyfriend is, especially because he doesn’t act overconfident or super proud of it.

Getting on all fours so you can crawl back between his legs, you sit back on your heels and look up at him, willing him to beg again. His pleading gaze is enough, though; when you reach out gently grasp him, he lets out a guttural groan and drops his head back against the chair.

“God, you’re so hard, baby,” you repeat in a wondrous murmur, stroking him once. Next to you, his fists clench again and his hard length pulses in your hand. You brush his tip with your thumb so the pre cum leaks out, your core aching when he groans in pleasure. Standing up but retaining your hold on him, you gently bring his face to meet yours. You kiss him, softly. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

Namjoon’s eyes flutter open unevenly to look at you, the desire and desperation clear on his face. You feel a jerk, and when you see his gaze abruptly move to his hands, you realise it’s the first time he’s forgotten that he’s tied up. Licking his lips and swallowing, he meets your gaze again. “Suck me…” he sighs, closing his eyes and finally giving in.

BTS’s RM essentially, you could say, was responsible for an entire quarter’s increase in revenue for the parent company - so why are we glossing over this rather important fact? The question that was posed to the class runs through your mind as you lower yourself, as does the response, wherein while everybody else struggled to put forward a few well-informed guesses, you’d felt a flutter in your stomach at the sheer power your boyfriend clearly held… except for now.

You stroke him a few more times, smoothly and consistently, using the pre cum to lubricate him well. Namjoon’s sighs tell you it’s working, so without making him wait any longer, you reach forward and take him in your mouth. The moment your lips touch his cock, he lets out a groan and you automatically grip him a little harder. Slowly, you take him in further until you establish a cadence, running your tongue along his length and swirling it around his head.

“Fuck, Kaya, you feel so good…” He groans, and you can tell he’s struggling to keep his hips from buckling. His deep voice, capable of making you feel so much even in a non-sexual setting, makes your heart race and your clit throb with desire. From your periphery, you see him look down at you. “You look so pretty with your mouth around my cock, fuck…”

You can’t help it; you moan at his words and hunch further over him, taking him in as deep as you can, feeling his tip touch the back of your throat. You lift your hips off your heels to get into a better position and feel his oversized t-shirt drop down your back. You don’t realise until you hear the chair creak and see his hands strain against the bonds that your underwear is visible and by his reaction, you were right about it being black.

“God, baby, I want to come in your mouth,” he murmurs, groaning loudly when you cup his balls with your other hand. “I don’t think I can - I think I’m going to -”

Just as he breaks off, you let him go with a pop and stand up, feeling close to the edge yourself when he groans in frustration. You don’t wait for him to glare at you or beg any further; you’ve teased him enough - and ironically, you’ve made yourself a hot mess for him, too. Brushing the rogue strands of hair off your face and wiping your mouth, you reach up under the t-shirt and tug your underwear down, stepping out of it and straddling him.

“Shit, yes…” The relief in Namjoon’s face is more than evident when you climb onto his lap. Kissing him, you raise your hips and slide down onto his cock, both of you moaning in unison. Pulling away from his mouth, you sigh in pleasure as you shift into position, feeling his length and girth inside you and feeling so full, so complete that you whisper his name without thinking.

He grunts in response, moving his hips so he hits your g-spot just right. “Fucking hell… Kaya, take off your t-shirt, baby.”

Instinctively, you’re about to listen before you stop and take a long, hard look at your boyfriend. He’s gritting his teeth, already on edge, his muscles tense and his eyes narrow and boring into you like he’s already undressed you mentally.

Can’t have that. Grabbing the back of his head, you roll your hips into his, not taking your eyes off him as he groans again. You kiss him, your tongues meeting immediately, both your moans being swallowed as you fuck him into the chair, your hands sliding up his t-shirt and feeling his taut chest. His shoulders tense further and you feel the chair move as he tugs on the restraints.

“Kaya…”

You shiver when you hear his voice, because he’s no longer pleading. His mouth moves to wherever it can reach, down your jaw and to the side of your neck before you manoeuvre him to look at you again.

“Tell me you’re it,” you murmur, using all your strength to keep your voice steady while he stays inside you, “tell me you’re the industry, baby.”

Namjoon meets your gaze, looking like he’s holding onto the last shred of resistance he has in him. Still not breaking eye contact, you reach down and take your shirt off, keeping just enough distance from him for him to screw his eyes shut in frustration and tug at the restraints again. “I’m the goddamn fucking industry,” he mutters, his gaze falling to your mouth.

You don’t keep him waiting any longer and roll your hips into his again, your breasts pressing against his chest as you kiss him roughly, pulling his hair and biting his lip to tell him everything - how proud you are of him, how much you love him, how ridiculously lucky you feel sometimes. He tugs at the bonds again and this time you feel the chair move.

“Fucking hell, Kaya, please let me touch you, baby!” Namjoon pulls away and blurts, sounding more frustrated than ever. He tugs at the restraints one more time but you don’t make him wait any longer, simply reaching back and untying both scarves one by one. His hands come up to you at lightning speed, flat on your skin, reaching everywhere.

You frantically tug at the bottom of his t-shirt and unhook your bra as he takes it off, mouths meeting again in a fit of passion and desperation. You can feel every bit of his skin, as warm and clammy as yours, as he holds you to him as close as possible.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he mutters against your mouth, hands pushing your breasts together and squeezing them. He takes one of your nipples, rock hard between his fingers and twists it. You moan and pull away, fucking him faster now, your whimpers and his grunts in harmony.

“Oh, God, Joon, I’m so close,” you gasp, clutching his shoulders. His hands snake down to your arse and he grabs the flesh, and you can feel his warm breath on your face, telling you he’s close as well.

“Mm, cum all over my cock, baby,” he murmurs tightly, pressing another kiss to your jaw. He squeezes your arse again before landing a light spank on your cheek - and you do exactly as he asked. You shudder in his arms as you feel wave after wave of your orgasm crash onto you. “Fuck, I love you so much,” you hear him say against your neck before grabbing your hips again and coaxing you to move.

Using him for support, you begin moving again, feeling his hips thrust upwards as well. “I’m almost there, babygirl,” he mutters, reaching up to kiss you again.

You kiss him back hungrily, feeling your wetness coat his cock further. “Come on, fill me up, baby,” you whine against his mouth, feeling his hips buckle upwards before he groans and drops his head backwards. You close your eyes as you feel the warm spurts inside you as he pants, his bare chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

You lean into him, dropping your head onto his shoulder, exhausted. Pressing a kiss to the slightly sweaty skin of his neck, you close your eyes again. “Love you, too,” you whisper, feeling his arms come around you as he softens inside you. This, arguably, is one of your favourite things about sex with Namjoon. While neither of you are too cuddly or tactile in general, the few moments after sex are so intimate and private that he holds you in silence anyway, gentle and protective no matter how urgent or rough the sex was.

“What was that?” His voice is quiet, fingers brushing your hair off your clammy shoulder.

You look up at him, head still resting on his chest. “What was what?” you ask innocently. When he gives you a look, a hint of a smile still on his face, you shrug and look down. It seems insane that after what just transpired, you might actually be too shy to meet his gaze. “Did you like it?”

Namjoon sighs thoughtfully, and you eventually do look up at him. “Well,” he says finally, “it was different. And I think you can tell if I liked it or not,” he admits, smile widening just a bit. “But I’d say if you like this chair, you probably shouldn’t do it again.”

“Okay. I won’t do it again in this chair.”

He chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “Where are you going?” he asks when you sit up a moment later, an underlying whine in his tone.

“I’m getting up.” You adjust yourself and both of you sigh softly as he slides out of you. Reaching for the tissue box on the side table, you clean yourselves up before you get off the chair and start pulling on your clothes. “What?” you ask, noticing how he hasn’t moved.

“I…” He sighs and smiles lazily, sitting back and watching you hook your bra. “Nothing. That was just…” He sighs again and you feel your cheeks heat up with the way he’s looking at you, but you keep your cool. “I’m not ready to be done yet,” he states, holding out a hand, presumably for you to take and climb back on his lap.

You shake your head, though. “Can’t, baby,” you tell him, pulling on your t-shirt and kissing him on the cheek. “You have an email to finish writing.”

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better than sex | myg | 1

🍑Pairing: Yoongi x Producer!Reader

🍑Genre: fluff, smut, studio!au

🍑Summary: As Min Yoongi’s studio neighbor and self-proclaimed nemesis, you’ve always seen him as someone who knew how to maintain a clean, well-put-together image without any careless slip-ups. But after nearly walking in on him with a hand around his cock, you gain a new perspective that leads to steamy fantasies in your bedroom and much-needed inspiration in the studio for Bangtan’s next album. A week before track submissions are due, you give Yoongi a taste of the dirty demo, and now the selfish bastard wants to claim it for his own solo album. In exchange, he offers to help you produce another Bangtan track by the end of the week. Your only condition is for this track to be better than the sexual fantasies that inspired its predecessor.

🍑Word Count: 4.7k

🍊Parts: 1 ◆ 2

🍑Warnings: yoongi touches boobs, masturbation (m/f), a lot more smut to come in future chapters

🍑A/N: this fic started as a shower thought🚿

As a songwriter and producer, you’re expected to create something out of nothing. You’re expected to turn a blank canvas into the next big hit—something unique, something that would never exist without you. But the thing is, nothing is truly ever spawned out of thin air. Like superheroes who save the world, every song has its own origin story.

This, of course, includes the final track you’ve been working on for Bangtan’s next album. As with many of your best tracks, inspiration hit you while you were showering at one in the morning. Sometimes the inspiration is a reflection of how good or bad your day went. Sometimes it’s sparked by the fruity dessert you just devoured, or the heated breakup you witnessed on your walk home. But not this one.

This one was lust. More specifically, it was the lust you felt after entering Genius Lab with pure intentions and leaving with the vivid mental image of Min Yoongi jerking off in his studio. You hadn’t caught him outright with his hand around his cock, but you certainly walked in before he had time to hide the evidence. You’d always thought him to be a man who never slips up, never shows any sign of weakness.

But boy did he slip up.

One week ago

“Hey Piano Guy, can I borrow you for a sec?” You knock on the studio door next to yours. “I have a melody in my head right now, and I think it’d sound kinda sick on the piano.”

After 30 seconds, there’s still no response. You could always work it out on the piano by yourself, but it’s a lot easier with an extra set of hands. And besides, you don’t hate the idea of spending time with the handsome boy.

“Yoongi, please. Before I forget how it goes. My memory is fading, please.” Just as you raise your fist to pound on his door some more, it swings open. Yoongi leans against the doorframe with a hand in his pocket. The first thing he does is pinch down on the hem of your sleeve, coaxing you to lower your fist out of his face. You don’t think too much about how his forehead and cheeks are looking extra dewy today. He smells like his usual cedarwood cologne, so you don’t suppose he just finished working out, either.

“Isn’t it too early for you to be picking fights with me?” His voice is low and calm, almost like he’d just woken up. On most days, you probably would fight him—he’s the enemy, after all. Not like an actual enemy, though. Just someone who goes along with your banter and gives you something to look forward to at work. Unfortunately, there’s no time for his teasing when there’s a billion-dollar melody on the line.

“I’m not picking a fight with you.” As you correct him, you do a mental calculation of the space between Yoongi’s body and the opposite side of the doorframe. A tight fit, but it might be just enough room to weasel your way in. “I’m enlisting your help for a potential song idea.”

He must’ve caught a glimpse of that mischievous sparkle in your eye because he’s quick to put his arm up across the entrance. “Don’t even think about it.”

You frown, but it doesn’t last long. With a playful grin and fluttery eyelashes, you say, “C’mon, this could be the hook that wins Bangtan a Grammy.”

You notice his fingers slowly slipping against the doorframe. The ends of his lips curve upward ever so slightly. This barricade is coming down whether he likes it or not.

Yoongi looks behind him, combs his fingers through his hair, and lets out a sigh. “You need me? Like right now?”

It’s hard to tell if he’s genuinely trying to shoo you away or if he just wants you to admit that you enjoy being around him. Usually, it’s the latter. But he does seem a bit off today.

“I mean, I could ask Namjoon—”

“Five minutes,” Yoongi cuts you off, dragging you with him into his lair and mumbling to himself about “the things he does for you” and how “you act like you can’t figure it out yourself on the guitar.” You take a seat at the piano bench and pull the boy down right beside you. He supposedly only has a handful of minutes to spare in his busy schedule, and yet here he is, taking his sweet time warming up with some scales.

Either he doesn’t trust Namjoon’s piano skills, or someone’s a little jealous.

For as many times as you’ve watched Yoongi at the piano, it never gets old. His long fingers stroke each key so gracefully, yet with purpose. It takes way more than a few years of dedication and a genuine love of the instrument to be at his level. It’s mesmerizing.

“So what’s this Grammy award-winning banger you speak of?” he asks, creating his own piano version of Yet To Come. Oh right, the banger. How did it go again?

You search every inch of your brain, but instead of recalling the melody you felt so confident in, all you find are Yoongi’s piano covers of Bangtan songs. Well this is awkward.

“It… kind of disappeared from my memory,” you say in a hushed voice, still staring down at the keys. In your defense, Yoongi was a huge distraction with those dexterous piano fingers.

He stops mid-measure and shakes his head at you. “Tsk, tsk, Y/N.” Rather than annoyed, he’s amused. “So were you just using that as an excuse to infiltrate Genius Lab or what?”

You roll your eyes. Yoongi always acts like his studio is some sort of sacred chamber only accessible to those he deems worthy. Maybe you should set up your own high-tech security system for your studio so that you don’t get 20 weekly visits from him like an alley cat coming back for more table scraps.

“Bold assumption, but I only came here with the purest of intentions.” With a hmph, you slide your ass off the bench. Instead of heading for the door, you wander over to the side of his studio with all of the fancy producer equipment. You make yourself comfortable and spin around in his big cushy chair. It’s still radiating leftover heat from Yoongi’s own ass cheeks. “Were you in the middle of something just before I got here?”

The boy strides over, waiting for you to have your back to his desk. He steadies the chair with a strong hand so that you’re facing him and can’t spin around anymore. “That’s confidential information.”

“This chair is still warm, so you were obviously sitting here working on something. You might as well fess up.” You hug your knees to your chest and peer up at him with wonder. “Is it your solo album?”

He doesn’t answer you right away. It’s a yes-or-no question. There shouldn’t be anything to think about. Eventually, though, he shakes his head.

You try not to frown so he doesn’t see your disappointment. Ever since D-2, you’ve been patiently waiting for a solo album from him. Because you’d love to snag a spot on it as one of the producers he collaborates with. But Yoongi doesn’t need to know that right now.

“Can you at least give me a hint, then?” You hop out of the chair, scurry around the boy, and examine his desk. Not much is on it aside from his computer, a few MIDI controllers, and a black bottle of cologne. You wiggle the mouse around to wake the computer up, but the screen remains dark. “Seriously? You turned your computer off so I wouldn’t be able to snoop? Is that why it took you a decade to answer the door?”

“We all know how nosy you are. Like a curious kitten.” His voice comes from right behind you. With the clicks of several buttons, the computer screen flashes on, and he types his password in faster than you can decode it. He takes control of the mouse, but you don’t move out of the way. You can feel just how close his body is to yours, and the cedarwood is starting to drown your mind in mildly dangerous thoughts.

As Yoongi looks through his files for a track that’s “safe enough to show you,” your eyes lock onto the fancy black bottle of that intoxicating cologne. It looks expensive, sleek, and something you’d want to get your paws on.

You scan the bottle for a brand, a name for the scent—anything that will help you get ahold of what’s on Yoongi’s body. But all you find on the front side of the bottle is a simple product description: Personal Moisturizer.

That’s definitely not cologne.

You quickly turn back to the computer screen. An unfinished hip-hop track you’ve never heard before is playing in the background. You don’t even know when Yoongi pressed play. All you know is that you can’t exactly focus on music right now.

You’ve been in Yoongi’s studio plenty of times, and you’ve never seen this bottle sitting so casually on his desk like that. Probably because it’s normally stored away where curious kittens would never check. If it’s still lying around out in the open, then…

Oh god. You’re so fucking oblivious.

No wonder he was trying to shoo you away. No wonder he looked like he’d just gone through an intense workout. No wonder his chair was still warm but his computer wasn’t on. He wasn’t in the middle of work when you knocked on the door. Min Yoongi was in the middle of jerking off, and you just entered his studio without a single clue.

Oh no. You can’t unsee it. It’s too vivid—the image of him panting, slumped in the same chair you were spinning around in like an idiot, hand around his hard wet cock. The long fingers that danced across the piano keys so elegantly were the same violent set of fingers that stroked him into a fervorous state where every ounce of his stoic demeanor had come undone. If his computer wasn’t on with porn plastered across the screen, you wonder who or what he was getting off to.

A tiny, tiny part of you hopes it was you on his mind.

The funny thing is, you’ve never once even thought about him like that. Sure, the two of you have some flirty banter going on, but to you, he’s always been the kind of guy who’s more focused on his music than his sex life. And to be honest, it never actually occurred to you that Yoongi did in fact have a sex life. With that small bit of information, you feel like you’ve gained a whole new perspective. This is why they say curiosity killed the cat. It completely shattered the perfect, well-put-together image you had had of him all this time.

You’ll never see Min Yoongi the same way ever again.

When you return home that night, you aren’t thinking about the company meeting you have tomorrow morning, or what you should pack for lunch, or the award-winning melody that vanished into the abyss along with the rest of your rational thoughts.

You plop your body onto your bed and let yourself think of Yoongi. It’s probably a big mistake, but you can’t help it.

He’s incredibly handsome, you’ve always thought so. And you admire the work he puts into each and every one of his tracks. Likewise, you know he respects you the same. After all, he lets you into his sacred studio more than anyone else. He couldn’t say no to you, even with a whole ass bottle of lube still out in the open.

The image of him with his fingers gripping tightly around his swollen cock haunts your mind once more. His head is thrown back, sweat running down his neck, and he’s out of breath. You want to know how he sounds when he’s overwhelmed with pleasure, when he’s lost all control. His voice is already so raspy, so low, and so goddamn hot. You want him to call you kitten again, but maybe without the “curious” part attached to it. Anything to hear his bedroom voice. A single moan from him might be enough to set you off.

You unbutton your shorts and slip your fingers beneath the lace of your underwear. To your surprise, you’re already soaked in these erotic fantasies you never thought you’d be having about your studio neighbor. You’ve known the guy for two years, and it’s only now that you’re lusting after him? How did you have that much self-control for so long?

A gasp escapes your throat as you rub around your center. You squirm to your own touch as you apply more pressure and speed. Harder, faster. You love it, but it’s familiar and predictable, and it’s been a while since you’ve been pleasured by someone else’s hands. Your body aches for those long veiny fingers to play with you like a piano.

As the pleasure builds, you wonder how far Yoongi had gotten before you rudely interrupted him. It’d feel pretty shitty to be so close yet denied of it all because you decided to knock on his door right at that moment. If you had known what was truly going on behind that door, would you have still chosen music over lust? Or would you have thrown that Grammy away to learn what Min Yoongi tastes like when he’s overtaken by his deepest desires?

In the end, it doesn’t really matter because you came out of his studio with neither.

After a rather underwhelming orgasm, you roll off your bed and drag your feet into the bathroom for a hot shower.

You know you should stop while you’re still ahead. Fantasies need to remain fantasies and nothing more. Sex between you and Yoongi isn’t going to happen. It’s not worth sacrificing the music you need to be making with him instead of love. You hate that you were considering it for even a second.

But your irrational desires need an outlet.

As hot water trickles down your body, the steam clouds your thoughts. And in the haze, you long for something new and different. Now that you know what you know, you wish Yoongi would show you that other side of himself, the side he keeps hidden behind those studio doors.

You want it so bad.

And that’s when it hits you.

It’s been a week since you visited Yoongi in his studio on that fateful morning. You’ve been hard at work, piecing together the final track for Bangtan’s album. The demo is nearly complete, and you’re actually super satisfied with how it’s turning out. The vibe is sensual, full of temptation, and far dirtier than any other track with your name on it.

It only makes sense that the file name for this track is “sex.wav,” which will of course be changed before anyone else sees it. You’ve always had a bad habit of naming your track files based on the first thing that comes to mind, and it really shows where your head has been at this week.

Even Jimin, who helped you record the demo, asked if there was some sort of recent breakthrough in your sex life. When you told him no, he winked and said, “Yoongi is single, you know.” Sometimes you regret confiding in Jimin about your desire to make it onto Yoongi’s solo album because now he’s under the impression that you have some sort of crush on the rapper.

For the record, you don’t have feelings for Yoongi. It’d just be nice to fuck him once, get it out of your system, and the two of you will probably be back to the usual harmless banter that keeps you going every day.

You have to admit, though, your sexual urges came through when you needed them most. After losing the precious (and very wholesome) brain cells containing that award-winning melody, you were in desperate need of a new idea to go off of for that final track. Thanks to the hot and bothered part of your brain, you became super inspired and productive.

For once in your music career, you’re actually a whole week ahead of schedule instead of just barely meeting deadlines at midnight. With the sex.wav demo near completion, you’ll have this week to relax and take time for yourself.

Thank you, Min Yoongi.

“Y/N, can I come in?” Speaking of the devil, Yoongi pops his head in the doorway. It’s his third visit to your studio this week, and it’s only Monday.

“Come, come,” you say, gesturing for him to hurry on in. You’re confident he’ll vibe with the track, and you’re excited to hear what he has to say about it.

“Jimin told me you guys finished recording the demo,” he says over your shoulder. He places a hand on top of your chair and leans his weight against it like he owns the place.

“We did.” You sit up tall in your chair with a healthy glow and hand the boy some headphones. “I might still go back and tweak a few things, but it’s pretty much done.”

You stare up at him shamelessly as he focuses all of his attention on your demo. Yoongi is the type of guy who doesn’t react or say much on his first listen. He’ll always listen with an open mind and give you his honest opinion once he’s had time to take it all in. That’s why he’s always one of the first people you show your work to.

When the demo ends, he doesn’t hit replay. Instead, he hangs the headphones around his neck and stares at your computer screen, deep in thought. You start to think he hated it so much that he can’t even give it a second listen and he’s trying to find the right words to tell you.

“Why did you name the file sex.wav?” Ah shit, he wasn’t supposed to see that. No one was.

“It’s sexy, isn’t it?” you say softly, starting to shrink in your chair. He still hasn’t said whether he likes it or not.

“Yeah,” he agrees. He drums his fingertips against your desk. You wonder if those fingers have touched any cock lately. “It’s different from your usual stuff.”

You just blink at him, unsure of how to react. Good different or bad different?

“Good different,” he clarifies, as if he’s read your mind. He’s still not giving you much to go off of, though. And you’re starting to get impatient.

Yoongi looks at you, opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it. You’ve never seen the boy so speechless.

“What?” you ask. If he doesn’t spit it out right now, you’re going to lose it.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Please.” It’s hard to read his straight face, but something’s definitely on his mind. You need to know what’s bothering him.

“Who inspired it?” he asks. Not what. Who. This must be his not-so-subtle way of asking who you’ve been sleeping with. It’s none of his business, really. And he knows it. That’s why he was so hesitant to ask in the first place.

“Are you sure you want to hear about all the guys I’ve had sex with?” You casually raise an eyebrow at him and watch closely for a reaction. Maybe it’ll make him jealous.

“It’s about all the sex you’ve ever had?” He looks like he’s not fully convinced. No, it’s actually about the sex you haven’t had. The good kind. The wild kind. The kind that ends with you all tangled in the sheets with Min Yoongi. But you can’t tell him that.

“I’m just fucking with you. I wish I could say I’ve had good enough sex to inspire this track.” You take a jab at yourself, but you really hope you aren’t coming across as lonely or needy for a man.

Yoongi’s face relaxes a little more, still drumming those fingers against your desk. “I wouldn’t have guessed.”

He doesn’t elaborate on that, nor do you ask him to.

“Can I have it?” he asks out of nowhere. Have what? Sex with you? “On my solo album?”

Oh.

“You want this track on your album?” Is the boy really tempting you with something you’ve waited so long for? Of course you want to scream yes, but… “You’d really steal from Bangtan to claim it as your own?”

“Well, when you put it that way, I sound like a selfish asshole,” he pouts. Since when did Min Yoongi ever pout? You’ve never seen this side of him either. It’s fascinating.

You bite your lip. “Yoongi, I’d be down, but the deadline is approaching and I’m going to be one track short if I give you this one.”

“When’s the deadline?”

“Next Monday.”

The boy pulls out his phone and flicks his thumb across the screen. If you had to guess, he’s checking his schedule.

“I’ll help you produce another one for Bangtan,” he says so casually and confidently.

“Are you sure you’ll have time for that?” You don’t know Yoongi’s full schedule off the top of your head, but you do recall Jimin mentioning this week would be hectic for the group.

“I’ll make time.” All he does is shrug. “I should be free after 10 on most nights. Sunday, I can be in the studio by 6AM—”

“Yoongi.” You stop him before he can say anything else outrageous. Not that you’re being any more rational. You’re about to kiss your much-deserved week of freedom goodbye all for this boy with a pouty lip. “I’ll see what I can do, and you can pitch in. But please don’t overwork yourself for this.” You point at the screen, at the track he wants so badly.

He nods. “Thanks, Y/N.”

You want to ask Yoongi what he’ll give you in return for doing him this favor, but you aren’t really interested in anything from him aside from his company. And maybe sex.

Instead, you ask, “May I ask why you want this track so badly?”

“Because I like it.” He pulls the headphones off his neck and hangs them around yours. There’s no way he fell in love with the track after listening to it only once. That’s unheard of for him. There must be another reason. “Oh, and I also heard you wanted a spot on my solo album.”

You’re going to kill Park Jimin.

“Right,” you say, spinning your chair around so that Yoongi can’t see the nasty texts you’re sending to his friend.

Y/N💅 [8:23PM] “fuck you park jimin”

Y/N💅 [8:23PM] “i thought we agreed not to tell my nemesis that id like to be on his solo album”

Jimin🍡 [8:24PM] “Yoongi’s your nemesis?”

Jimin🍡 [8:24PM] “I thought you had a raging boner for him🍆”

Y/N💅 [8:24PM] “i hate you btw”

“You have a raging boner for me?” You hear a mix of shock, amusement, and arrogance over your shoulder. But mostly arrogance. You lock your phone screen even though it’s already too late. You’ve been caught. Evidently, you aren’t the only nosy one here.

You swing your head around, practically nose to nose with your nemesis. He can probably feel the heat radiating from your cheeks. But you don’t back off. Instead, you glare. “Neither you nor Jimin know what you’re talking about.”

“I guess only you know then, Y/N.” Yoongi doesn’t back away either. He eyes your lips the way you eye a strawberry popsicle on the hottest day of the year. You make a conscious effort to not let your eyes do the same. You don’t need to be reminded of how perfectly plush his lips must feel against everything they touch.

But if he wants to play this game with you, you’ll play along. And you won’t lose.

You lean in closer and graze your cheek against his. In a hushed voice, you say, “Do you want to know who really inspired that track?”

He nods against your skin. Your lips tickle his ear.

“I was visiting a friend last week, and I left his place with a new perspective. I thought, maybe this guy wasn’t just the grumpy asshole workaholic I knew him to be. Maybe he’d been hiding this dirty, sexed-up side of himself the whole time.” You pause for dramatic effect. “Do you want to know why I thought this?”

He nods again.

“You forgot to hide your personal moisturizer before I walked into your studio.” You finally lean back to see the look on his face. His pupils are huge, his lips are parted, but he doesn’t necessarily look embarrassed for someone who was practically caught with his hands in his pants.

In fact, the more time he spends thinking about it, the more he realizes what your story says about you. “So what you’re saying is that you do in fact have a raging boner for me and I was your inspiration for that sex track? I’m honored.”

You hate that he’s such a good listener who knows how to dissect every word you say.

“Would y’all quit saying I have a raging boner?” You roll your eyes, but it does feel oddly satisfying when Yoongi and Jimin treat you like one of the guys.

“What should I call it then?” Yoongi chuckles. He doesn’t do it often, but you like it when he laughs. “Horny eyes? Unfulfilled sexual desires? A wet p—”

You get up and give him a light shove against the desk. He’s still got a smirk on his face as you pin him there. “Call it a severe distaste for your bullshit,” you say sweetly with a handful of his shirt in your fist.

A strong hand cups your chin. He leans in close enough for you to smell the minty lip balm you always see him applying. You want to taste it. “Admit it,” he says, “You like my bullshit.”

You feel each of his words against your lips. By the time he reached “bullshit,” you’d already pressed your lips into his. He doesn’t fight it. You taste the mint, then his tongue.

His hands start to wander along your curves. He finds the bare skin between your crop top and high-waisted shorts and works his way up your ribs. You hope he can’t feel the goosebumps when his thumbs sneak into your bra and flirt with the sides of your breasts. You just want him to keep exploring and familiarizing himself with your body.

In the next moment, he has you pinned in with your ass on top of the desk. In front of you is not the grumpy idol boy you’ve maintained a clean, professional relationship with for the past two years. The Yoongi standing here between your thighs is an irresistible temptation. He’s your fantasy turned reality. And maybe he wants you as much as you want him.

But before you can loop your limbs around him and lasso him in for more, he steps back and points his thumb at the door. “I have to get back to my studio.”

No, he doesn’t. He’s just playing hard to get. And you hate him for it.

“To work or to jerk off?” you call out as he walks further and further away from you.

“Work, of course,” he sings. You don’t believe him. He’s a liar and a tease. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, Y/N. To work on the new track.”

You almost forgot about that replacement track. After all, Yoongi’s hands and lips were pretty big distractions that you once again fell victim to. But regardless of the hold he thinks he has on you now, you still want to establish strict criteria for the song you’ll be working on with him. Only one thing comes to your flustered mind.

“Wait, Yoongi.” You wait for him to turn back around in the doorway. There’s still a hint of a smile lingering on his face. He probably thinks you’re calling him back for some more studio mischief. Too bad he’s wrong. “I have one condition for that new track.”

“Go on.”

“It has to be better than the sex track I’m giving you for your solo album.” You kick your legs back and forth—the same legs that could’ve been squeezing Yoongi’s waist in a heated makeout session right about now. “Way better.”

You won’t accept anything less from the man.

“So it has to be better than your cute little erotic fantasies of me?” Yoongi puts a hand up. Then he’s gone. “Shouldn’t be an issue.”

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