#yoongi sex

[berryhobii]

Reconnect (myg x reader)

Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x black!wedding designer!female! Reader

Word Count: 6K+

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, mentions of secret relationship, mentions of a wedding(but not Yoongi and the reader’s), reader and Yoongi are engaged, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), unprotected sex(please speak to your partners before engaging in this), vaginal sex, squirting, creampies, riding, doggy style, mating press/missionary, oral(f receiving), soft dom Yoongi(he’s super soft and vocal but also goes kind of rough😊), rough sex, multiple orgasms(f and m receiving), brief aftercare and mentions of amazing aftercare, reader has goddess locs(color and length not specified), reader also has that Wendy’s Strawberry Lemonade kitty, reader also also has nipple piercings, reader got a fat ass because who doesn’t appreciate a nice booty?

A/N: Hi! This is my second time uploading something. I’ve had this story in my drafts for a while. I had been writing it using she/her pronouns so I’ve been spending the past few days to change those to you/yours. If I missed any, I’m sorry but please let me know so I can make the story more cohesive. Reader is black but their skin color isn’t really described but I believe I referred to their nipples being dark so that’s it. My next post with either be a GreekMythology!Jimin or a Gamer!Jungkook. The Jimin story is actually really long so I think I’ll turn it into a small series but I’ll post the 1st chapter sometime next week. Thanks again for reading! Criticism is greatly accepted and I hope my black and melanated girlies feel good reading this! Have a good day.

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“I’m sorry, baby. I know I said we’d have dinner but we have to do some last minute recording.”

You tried not to sound disappointed when you replied. “That’s okay. I understand.” And you truly did. You knew how important his job was and that it would be a priority of his.

You just wished that it didn’t take so much of his time. You understood that his music was his life and that it was his dream career. All of his hard work had led up to being able to do what he does now; to make music and inspire the millions of fans that listened. You were so proud of him. Seeing him live his dream filled you with a different kind of pride and emotion. He was happy and that’s all you ever wanted for him.

Still, you missed him. You two had barely spent any time together the past month while he’s been preparing for their new album. He’d come home long after you’d fallen asleep and he’d sleep into the afternoon, just to rise and immediately get ready to go again. You couldn’t even have breakfast together like you used to. You could barely even start a conversation before he was cutting you off with a kiss and rushing out of the door.

While you had your own career of designing wedding dresses, you still had so much free time on your hands. You had already designed your newest collection and it was currently in production to be created. You’ve even made multiple visits to a few stores and they were running amazingly. There was only so long you could bury yourself in work before your heart began yearning for Yoongi’s companionship.

“I promise when this is finished, we’ll go on a trip. Just you and me.”

That made you smile. You and Yoongi have traveled a lot together over the years; Bora Bora, Italy, The Maldives—and each experience had been just as memorable and romantic as the last. He proposed to you in Italy at the Orange Gardens. It was such a magical moment. Just thinking about it made you want to cry. The entire trip was just absolutely perfect; from taking a gondola ride on the gorgeous waters to the 5 Star hotel they stayed in for 3 days and 2 nights, all the way to the candlelit dinner where he got down on one knee. You remember it fondly.

While the promise of a trip together didn’t fix your loneliness now, it gave you something to look forward to.

You couldn’t fight the smile in your voice. “Okay.” Your eyes went over to the stove where dinner was cooking. You had just finished searing some steaks that were finishing up in the oven. There was no point of putting them away for him to eat later. They wouldn’t be as flavorful or tender.

“Hey, is it okay if I bring you some dinner? I know you haven’t eaten yet.” Your tone shifted to one of slight teasing but you knew you were right. His pause of silence was proof enough.

“You don’t have to do that, baby.”

“I want to though. I made steak and I’ll feel better knowing you’ve eaten. I won’t stay long or distract you.” Just knowing he had a home cooked meal would make you happy. You would nag him constantly about drinking too much coffee and eating take out. It came from a place of love, however and Yoongi never minded. He loved having someone so attentive to his health when he’d blatantly ignore it. It showed you cared. Also, he secretly loved being babied by you. He’d never admit it out loud or to his friends but you knew. There was nothing better than coming home, a bath prepared for him to soothe his sore muscles, a meal on the table, and cuddling into your soft breasts while your rubbed his back—always being careful with his shoulder.

Your already nurturing nature and tendency to baby Yoongi increased tenfold once he got surgery. You barely let him leave the bed, even following him to the bathroom to make sure he didn’t hurt himself. A little bit stifling but he was so grateful to you. You always took care of him.

“Then that sounds great. I’ll leave my door open for you. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. See you soon.”

With a giddy pep in your step, you finished cooking dinner, packaging it nicely in cute Tupperware before putting it in a bag. You had already showered and your clothes were fine but you wondered if you should put on something different. While Yoongi thought you looked good in anything, you still liked to look pretty for him; wearing dresses and heels whenever you went out, keeping your nails and toes done, and making appointments to get waxed every month. Self care was important to you. It not only made you feel good about yourself but it was also something you just liked to do for your husband.

Deciding to change your clothes, you slipped on a t shirt maxi dress that hugged and showed off all of your curves, along with some short open toed shoes to show off your freshly painted white toes. It was simple but still dressy and feminine, just your style.

Checking your hair once more in the mirror and smearing on some lip gloss, you grabbed the bag of food and your keys before exiting your home.

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HYBE Studios was a pretty moderate drive from your apartment. The reason for that is to keep crazy fans from ever finding it. Once the company realized other idols were having their homes broken into, there was a decision to move all of the boys about 30 minutes from the company in a luxury gated neighborhood. You had to admit, you missed your old apartment you shared with Yoongi since that was their first place together but you also couldn’t complain about the walk in closet and the jacuzzi bathtub.

You greeted the security guard in front of the car garage, him lifting the block to the garage. After parking close to the company cars that were often used to transport the boys during RunBTS, you exited your car and made your way through the side door to the lobby.

You nodded at the secretary, everyone already knowing who you were and letting you pass with no issue.

Yoongi’s studio was on the 8th floor at the end of the hall. Namjoon’s was just a short distance away as well.

Once you reached his door, you entered the pin code on the keypad. Besides a few staff members and the boys, you were one of the few with the password to his studio. He just preferred silence and no disruptions so the code was only used during emergencies or whenever you or the boys came to visit. There was also a group chat for everyone with his code, adorably named ‘The Plastics’, courtesy of Taehyung. If they ever needed to come to his studio, they’d send a text beforehand so he’d know to expect them.

The beep sounded and you opened the door, smiling at the sight of your husband who was cutely leaned over on his right palm as his eyes scanned the production screen for his music. You didn’t get most of it but you always found it adorable when he’d try to explain. He’d get so invested in telling you how reverb and delay could either make or break a song that he’d never see how endearingly you’d stare at him. And he’d always get surprised when you’d lunge to bite his cheek.

“You are just too adorable! I have to bite you!”

His headphones were around his neck so he turned at the sound of his door opened, a smile immediately rising to his face at the sight of you. He removed his headphones, standing to greet you.

You could barely put the food down before his hands were around you waist, pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck, cuddling into his body as you inhaled his cologne and the gentle scent of his favorite body wash.

He pulled away a little to press a few pecks to your forehead. “Hi baby.” His deep, slightly tired voice sent shivers down you spine. It was almost like his regular voice was just his morning voice constantly and out of all of the little things you loved about him, his voice was towards the top of your list—right after his newly grown out hair, his hands, and that little habit of him slurping whenever he’d explain things.

You inhaled a deep breath, basking in the affection. “Hi.”

You two just held each other for a moment, locked in an embrace and not wanting to let go. This was your special kind of intimacy, just not speaking or moving, simply holding one another.

Yoongi considered himself a pretty private person. A little ironic considering he was a world famous idol who’s whole job was being put in the spotlight. However, when it came to his personal relationships, he did his best to keep that as private as possible. Just imagine the uproar when people found out he was engaged. You had been hidden from the public eye for 3 straight years before you got engaged. How? One part extreme luck, the other part moving quietly. Your relationship started off with you meeting for the first time at a staff member’s wedding. You had designed her dress and she was so amazed and in love with how you created her dream dress that she insisted you come to her wedding. Always happy to see people overjoyed with your work and excited to see your design in action, of course you agreed. Coincidentally, you were sat pretty close to the table the boys were at. When you recognized them, you softly smiled and introduced yourself, expressing how you were a fan and how many women said they were using BTS songs as their wedding songs. Yoongi was drawn in instantly, your gentle voice and sparkling eyes as you talked about your clients drew him in. He could tell you were passionate about your career, just like he was.

After exchanging numbers while the bride and groom were cutting the cake, you two mainly texted and called each other in your free time. It took about 4 months for you to go on their first date since Yoongi had to go to America for promotions. He thought you’d lose interest since he traveled and couldn’t take you on a proper date but you never minded. You liked talking to Yoongi and found yourself developing feelings for him. He was trying and effort was one of your biggest green flags for a partner. A little distance wasn’t that big of a deal to you. Of course, you wanted to be able to be close to him and hold his hand and maybe even kiss but you knew what you were signing up for when you started talking.

Once Yoongi went on break, he started dedicating a lot of time to you; dates, inviting you to his place for dinner and wine, and learning more about you. He didn’t think you would get along so well. Talking on the phone was vastly different than being in each other’s physical presence but you had melded together like the pieces of a puzzle. You were so gentle and compassionate, always looking after him and giving him affection he hasn’t gotten in years. You were perfect for him and vice versa.

Your eyes slowly blinked up at him, just taking in his handsome features. You could spot the bags under his eyes, feeling a little sad that he was running himself ragged.

“You look tired. Have you slept since his morning?”

He hummed. “I took a little nap around lunch. The new couch came in.” You turned a little to look at the new addition to his studio. Before, he just had a small leather couch, moreso for decoration than comfort. Once he got a bigger studio, he upgraded his furniture but kept that couch. After some prodding from you, he ordered a new and more comfortable couch—one that could become a pull out bed for those overnights at the studio.

“It looks great.” It was a dark grey color, wide and stretched enough to fully support 2 people if you wanted to spoon on it.

“Yeah. I just didn’t think it would take that long to get it in the door. Namjoon almost knocked over my synthesizer.” He said that with a shake of his head. You giggled, imagining the tall and clumsy man scrambling to pick up the keyboard.

“I can only imagine. I brought food. You should eat it before it gets cold. I should go.” You tried pulling away from him only for him to tighten his grip on your waist. You let out an “oof” as your face met the hard planes of his chest. All that physical therapy and time in the gym had really bulked him up. While you loved his body regardless, you definitely weren’t complaining about the extra muscle. He was filling out this black shirt just fine.

He nuzzled his nose in your neck, inhaling your favorite perfume that you’ve worn since he met your. It was one of his favorite scents. His hands rubbed up and down your back, feeling all over the material of your dress.

“No, stay. Eat with me.”

Yoongi could be very affectionate and straightforward when he wanted to be, normally when you were alone. He’d never show this side in public. Not because he was ashamed of his love for your, far from that. He just preferred to keep their intimate moments private. Maybe a little kiss here and there and some hand holding but moments like this were for you only.

Your manicured fingers went to his nape, scratching at the hair there. “I don’t want to distract you.”

“You’re not.” He pulled back to look you in eyes. “I want you to eat with me. I feel bad we couldn’t have dinner at home.” And he did. He knew his job demanded a lot of his time and attention and even if you understood that, it didn’t stop him from feeling guilty about leaving you alone all the time. He knew you could entertain yourself and had your own life outside of him but he still felt bad not being able to spend as much time with you as he wanted. He missed you just as much. While he loved his job, nothing beat coming home to your warmth and affection. To be honest, he was getting a little touch starved.

He led you over to the couch, waiting for your to sit before going to the mini fridge in his studio.

“Do you want juice?” He asked as he pulled out a couple of drinks. He always kept some of your favorites in his mini fridge just in case. You didn’t drink caffeine or really any alcohol, water and juices were your favorites.

You nodded your head, beginning to take out the Tupperware containers. They were still nice and hot. He placed a juice down on the table, along with an energy drink. You frowned at that, leaning forward to pick it up.

“You need to drink water. Don’t think I haven’t noticed those coffee cups on your desk.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed but couldn’t hide his smile. You were too good to him. Sometimes he felt like he didn’t deserve you. Taking the energy drink from you, he went back to the fridge to grab a water instead.

Ignoring the smug smile on your face, he sat next to you, waiting for you to open all of the containers. The smell was delicious, making his stomach growl.

Your handed him some chopsticks and a few napkins before sliding the steak over to him. “Here. Try it.”

You ate in silence, him using his chopsticks to place some pieces of steak and vegetables in your bowl. You smiled, the cute ways Yoongi showed he cared always making your heart warm. Fans knew he was more subtle in showing he cared and that wasn’t any different than him in private. You had to learn that his love language was acts of service but in a more quiet way.

After you finished eating, he helped clean up the containers, giving you some wipes to clean your hands and the table.

He let out of a groan as he sat back down on the couch, belly full and fully ready for a nap. But he knew he had to get back to work and that meant you had to leave.

“Thanks, baby. It was delicious.” His hand came to rest on your thigh, rubbing the soft skin. You hummed, placing your hand on top of his.

“Of course. I’m happy you liked it.” You both rested for a moment before you began moving. “I should go. You have work to do.”

You barely made it to your feet before he was tugging you back down on his lap. A surprised yelp came from your lips at the sudden movement, ass meeting his thighs when you landed. He situated you so that you straddled his hips, his hands immediately going to your ass.

“Baby….” You pouted, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. You were normally the one who initiated physical affection so for Yoongi to do it so roughly surprised you. You weren’t complaining, however. The way his eyes were hooded over and how he looked up at you with that dark endearment made your belly tingle. You knew where this was going.

“Stay.” His left hand pressed your body down so your chest squished against his. “You come here in this dress and my favorite shoes…”

You adjusted yourself to wrap your arms around his neck. “I hardly wear these.”

He shrugged. “I love anything you wear. You look so sexy.” His hand traveled up your dress, moving it up your ass so he could grope full handfuls of the fat. While Yoongi appreciated all parts of your body, your ass was his favorite. Genetics, exercise and a little bit of happy weight had all accumulated into jiggly ass he loved to squeeze and slap. When you met, you were pretty thin but in shape nonetheless. Fans speculated that you gained ‘happy relationship weight’ since Yoongi treats you right. Whatever the reason, he thanks the higher power every day for it.

You could feel the heat beginning to spark between you, along with Yoongi’s growing boner pressing against your panties. Now that you thought about it, it’s been a little while since you’ve been intimate. You and Yoongi have barely had any time for quickies, let alone a full session of sex. And you two could go for hours if you wanted. On the day of your engagement, you barely left the hotel room because you couldn’t keep your hands off him. How could you? He was your fiancé. Mmm, that word just got you hot and bothered.

Your hands ran up his neck and into his hair, scratching at his scalp. The low hum of contentment that came from him spurred you on. You brought your faces closer together, lips hovering before you trapped him in a kiss. He hummed again, lifting his head to kiss you deeper, hands still squeezing at your ass.

Your kiss grew more heady, both of your hands massaging each other and trying to stroke any piece of skin you could. Yoongi began pushing against you to make your roll your hips against him. His cock could probably cut glass from how hard he was. You always got him excited with barely doing anything. To be honest, he started getting hard the moment you entered the room. Just your presence got him feeling almost immediately horny.

And it was the same for you. Your cunt had began getting wet the moment Yoongi turned around in his chair. He just looked so comfortable and effortlessly sexy and the way his muscles strained against that shirt made your imagination run wild.

You pulled away to inhale a deep breath. “Yoongi….please…”

His lazy smirk sent a rush straight to your already wet pussy. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

God he was such a tease but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely love it.

“I need you.”

That was all he needed before he moved to flip you onto your back. You bounced against the soft couch cushions, barely getting your bearings before he was back on you, pressing his lips to yours.

His large hands traveled up your dress, lifting it over your belly and breasts. He leaned back to get a look, letting out a groan at the absolute beauty under him.

Your chest was heaving from just a little kissing, your goddess locks spread out under you, glossed lips plump and ready for more. You were so gorgeous and he made sure to let you know.

You squirmed under the compliment, feeling giddy and a bit bashful. You always received compliments and the occasional catcall and while you accepted the respectful ones gracefully, none of those ever mattered to you. Yoongi’s praise and compliments put you on cloud 9 and you really believed him.

His hands traveled up your body to your breasts, eyes catching something under your bra. He pulled the annoying piece of fabric down and if he could get any harder, he probably would.

“Fuck. You’re wearing your piercings? Did you come here to try and kill me?” The little diamonds sparkled under the light. He remembers buying the jewelry for your birthday last year. He also remembers sucking the sensitive nipples until you were crying just an hour later.

You giggled, biting your lip. “Of course not.”

His smirk widened. “You little sneak.” His hands went to grope at the soft flesh, a sigh falling from your lips. His thumbs ran lightly over the stiff peaks, pulling more sighs and little squeaks from your lips. Your nipples had gotten so much more sensitive after piercings. Yoongi couldn’t be too rough on them when you first got them, being careful of your healing process. He could barely touch them without you gasping in the slight pain from healing. Of course, he never complained, understanding your pain so he just stopped touching them. He just didn’t think it would test his control so much; seeing you walk around without a shirt sometimes, the already silky and delectable breasts looking more appetizing from the little barbells. Months had passed along with many maintenance appointments before you announced that they could be touched without pain. With the pain gone, your sensitivity skyrocketed and with Yoongi’s skilled tongue beginning their assault, your pleasure had been taken to a new level.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer and his mouth open to lick over your nipple. You let out a moan as his tongue swirled all around your piercing. He switched to the next one, giving it the same treatment.

The heat between your legs was becoming too much, your panties beginning to feel uncomfortable from how they were sticking to you.

“Yoongi….” You whined. His eyes lifted to lock on your flustered face, lips parted as puffs of air came through them, your eyes desperate and pleading for anything. Everything.

Reluctantly pulling away from your nipples, he helped you pull the dress from your body, tossing it somewhere in the room. Neither of you cared.

He kissed from your breasts to your tummy until he reached the apex of your thick thighs. You immediately dropped them open, revealing yourself to him. He groaned at your desperation but also at the sight of your soaked underwear. The thong barely covered anything, the baby blue fabric now dark from your arousal. It was practically leaking from you, the bottom of your ass shining. Kissing over the stretch marks that streaked down the inside of your thighs, he whispered words of praise to you.

“Fuck baby. You’re so fucking wet.” He couldn’t help himself, surging forward to suck on your clit through your panties. A shiver racked your body, your hands coming down to bury in his hair. The friction wasn’t as good with your panties still keeping his tongue from making direct contact with your clit but it was something. And it felt so good.

Your hips jerked against his face, trying to get more. His hands dug into the meat of your thighs, holding them open as his tongue licked at your clit.

More moans fell from your lips, pleasure causing your vision to go blurry. You felt so close already and he’s barely done anything. Blame it on you not having a proper orgasm for weeks. Your hands just didn’t feel the same and Yoongi had thrown out all of your vibrators once you two started having sex.

“You won’t need these anymore. All your orgasms should come from me.”

Now you were remembering why he threw them out in the first place. Only he could rip pleasure and orgasms from your body in seconds, playing your body like a piano.

Your hand came down your body, tapping against his forehead. He pulled away slightly, eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort. You really only stopped him when you were shaking in overstimulation and he knew you hadn’t even cum yet so why were you stopping him?

When he pulled back, you grabbed onto your panties, pulling them aside to reveal your fat and dripping pussy to him.

How the hell did he get so lucky? Did he save orphans in his past life or something? Not only had he managed to put a ring on a kind, generous, and absolutely amazing person who treated him like a King and opened up the deepest parts of him, he also managed to snag a submissive, slutty, and needy woman who could ride his cock for hours and bend in ways he’s only dreamed of.

There was no way.

Eyes darkening in lust, he dove back in to capture your clit, licking at it more furiously than before. The heat from his mouth made that pressure build in your lower belly, your toes curling from their position in the air. Your loud moans only pushed him further, shoving 2 fingers in your tight heat. Your slick walls gripped his fingers so tightly that he could barely move them.

“Y-Yoongi! I’m gonna-“

He curled his fingers up, pulling away from your clit to lean up close to your face, his breath hitting your cheeks. “You gonna cum? You’re such a good girl.” He pressed some kisses to your open mouth, fingers thrusting in and out of your in a superhuman pace, veins and muscles in his arms shifting and bulging from the exertion.

When your orgasm crashed, you swore all of your senses except touch disappeared. You couldn’t hear and your vision blurred from the tears that had welled in your eyes. But Yoongi didn’t stop.

Your hand flew down to grab at his wrist, back arching as he continued his assault, helping you ride the huge wave.

He pulled his lip between his teeth. You were so sexy.

Once you came down, he slowly pulled his fingers from your, the digits glistening in your release. He sucked them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. He just couldn’t get enough.

Now he wanted more. Standing from the couch, he pulled off his own shirt and pants, taking his briefs with them. His hard cock slapped against his stomach, red at the tip and practically pulsing.

You bit your lip, thighs squeezing together as your pussy throbbed. Fuck you were so wet.

He flopped back on the couch, patting his lap. “Come ride this cock, baby.”

Not needing to be told twice, you crawled over into his lap, taking your bra and ruined panties off on the way.

His hands gripped your ass once you were straddled on his hips. You could feel the heavy weight of his cock pressing on your ass and it filled you with excitement.

Reaching your hand back, you gripped his cock, pumping it a few times. He groaned, head falling back against the couch at your touch.

Delivering a sharp slap to your ass, he growled, “stop teasing.”

His deep and demanding voice sent shivers down your spine. Never one to disobey, you lifted your hips, lining up his cock with your entrance. You rubbed the tip over your opening to gather some of your wetness before you slowly began sinking down on him.

A moan came from both of you as his thick cock began splitting you open. Your walls were squeezing him so tight that he felt like he could cum right there but he refrained. He wasn’t even all the way inside yet.

Your mouth was dropped open as his cock stretched you open, head tossed back and eyes closed as you basked in the feeling. Each ridge and vein was pressing against you in the most delicious way, the slight curve pressing against that spot deep inside of you. You felt like you could cum again just like this.

Once your ass met his thighs, you both let out sighs. Not only from pleasure but from being able to be close like this. This is what you needed; this closeness, this union, this intimacy. Sex was so much more to you than just getting off. It bonded you and brought you closer than ever, love spilling over and intertwining your hearts and souls.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a sweeter and more sensual kiss.

“I love you…” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you too.”

Your hips began rolling against him, slowly at first to get accumulated to the stretch. He assisted you with one hand on your ass and one on your hip.

Before long, you began raising your hips, falling back down on his lap. The low clapping sounds spurring you on.

Yoongi groaned against your lips. “That’s it, baby. Faster.” With another sharp slap to your ass that made you moan, you bounced faster. Your ass jiggled each time it connected with his thighs and a part of him wished he could see it but the blissed out look on your face was too good to pass up.

Unwrapping your arms from his neck, you leaned back to get that perfect angle, your hands landing on his knees. A squeak fell from you as his tip began bullying your soft spot. Your head fell back, mouth dropped open as that delicious feeling began building in the pit of your stomach.

“Ah! Yoongi! Your cock feels s-so good!” You felt drunk, mind hazy and awareness faded. All you could focus on was the feel of him under you and the way his perfect cock slipped in and out. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, electricity spreading all the way to your fingertips and making your toes curl.

Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off you. He didn’t even know where to look; your breasts, face, where you were connected? He could see how your arousal was dripping down to wet his pubic hair, a ring of your wetness coating the base of his cock. You were truly was a sight to behold.

That pressure was building faster than you thought. Sliding your hand down your body, your fingers connected with your clit, rubbing the nub in fast circles.

“Yoongi!”

He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Your walls clenched and constricted around him, almost suffocating him. His hands rubbed at your nipples, flicking at the piercings. You were seeing stars, the stimulation was too much. His hands roaming you, your own fingers on your clit, and his cock inside of you was all too much.

That pressure…..

“I’m cumming!”

Your hips lifted from his cock, it falling out to slap against his stomach. Your fingers rubbed at your clit until some drips of liquid came out. The motion of your fingers caused the droplets to fly everywhere, some landing on the cushions as well.

Once you were done riding it out, he was flipping you back on the couch, head pressed into the cushions and ass up in the air. He delivered a few slaps to your ass, pulling some moans from your at the sting. Your head was swimming, the sudden movement making you a little dizzy but that dizziness quickly left when Yoongi entered you again.

His cock entered you in one swift motion, hips immediately working to push and pull against you. Your ass clapped back on his hips, the fat jiggling and rippling with every move. His own orgasm was just over the horizon.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust. “You come in here looking this good and then you bounce on my cock until you squirt? Why the fuck have I been spending all my time here when you’re at home?” He was really talking to himself. Only a true idiot would leave a hot piece of ass like this at home all day. And he must really be a true idiot, probably the dumbest man alive. But not anymore.

Your moans were rising in pitch. With this position, you could every inch, every curve, absolutely everything. You could barely breathe, your brain only being able to form utterances of his name and begs of faster and harder.

That feeling in Yoongi began cresting, balls drawing up as his orgasm washed over him. His hands gripped your hips and ass hard enough to bruise but you could care less. He could bruise you up all he wanted.

His orgasm spread from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, shuddering his whole body. “F-fuck….” He breathed out. That was probably the hardest orgasm he’s ever had in his life.

Your own breath began to even out. You thought that was the end but you were suddenly flipped around back on your back. Both of your legs were hiked up over his right shoulder, thighs pressing into your chest in Yoongi’s absolute favorite position.

“You think I’m done with you?” His smirk was teasing and it caused more arousal to drip from you. He reached his hand down to line himself up before pushing into your heat. A gasp came from your throat at the intrusion, your hands coming to grip at the back of his neck.

His hips set a brutal pace, balls wetly slapping against your ass.

“Oh my god! Y-Yoongi!”

It felt like he was in your throat, every thrust hitting you in all the right spots. Your nails scratched at his neck, the slight sting only pushing him harder. He could feel your walls tightening, a tell tale sign of your orgasm. Your breasts bounced with every push, dark nipples looking incredibly enticing.

“Cum, baby. That’s it.”

Your body seized up as your second orgasm full body absorbed you. Your vision spotted white and your ears were ringing.

But not even your orgasm made him stop or slow down. He pushed faster and harder, the squelching noises getting louder as more and more wetness spilled from you.

It was like your orgasm wouldn’t stop. Wave after wave came over you. Every nerve was lit on fire, your mouth dropped but no sound came out. He had taken every word from you.

When he felt you squirt on his cock again, he shoved his full cock inside. Your toes curled so hard that you could feel them crack, legs shaking but he held them tightly. Your hands smacked against his shoulders as the stimulation became too much. You were so full.

“Yoongi!”

“Take it. Take all that cock, baby.”

You had no choice but you didn’t care. You’d give up every choice if it meant he’d fuck you like this.

He rolled his hips against yours a few more times before his own orgasm washed over him. He groaned into your throat, a full body shudder racking his body.

Lifting his head, he connected your lips in a soft kiss, a complete turn from what just went down. You hummed against his lips, hands roaming his soft skin.

He moved your legs from his shoulders, massaging your slightly sore muscles as you kissed. You both let out small moans as he pulled out of your heat, his cum flowing out of you.

Yoongi helped you clean yourself up, giving you a large elastic to tie up your hair. The sweat would definitely make your roots curl back up but that was a problem for another day. You put your dress back on as Yoongi pulled his shirt and pants back on. Your underwear found themselves tucked into his back pocket. A little silly considering he had endless access to you pussy but you guessed it was some man thing.

When Yoongi went back to his computer, leaning over the chair to click at some things, you visibly deflated, mood dampening. Was he really going back to work? You guessed you did just come to drop off food, the sex was a bonus and you did say you would leave afterwards. You just couldn’t help but feel a little sad and used. Yoongi was the king of aftercare, always running you a bath or giving you cuddles as you two calmed down from lovemaking. It’s not like this one moment would make you think Yoongi didn’t care but you did feel a little defeated.

Gathering your things, you were about to approach the door but Yoongi’s voice stopped you.

“Where are you going?”

You didn’t turn to face him, feeling a little embarrassed. “Home. Aren’t you going back to work?”

A snort came from him. “Of course not.”

You gasped when his body pressed against your back, also the feeling of his boner was right on your ass.

“Yoongi….”

“You really think I’m about to work and let you go home so you can wash my cum out of you? I’m fucking you until you can’t walk.”

Maybe you should come to the studio more often.

#bts fic #bts #yoongi studio sex #yoongi x reader #bts smut #bts x black reader #jimin smut #namjoon smut #hoseok smut #seokjin smut #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #yoongi smut #Yoongi imagine

[theharrowing]

Devil with the Mint Hair 🍃 1: It’s euphoric. You gotta try it.

You get way too high and finally have sex with your brother's best friend—and your sworn enemy—Min Yoongi.

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🍃 Yoongi x Female Reader

🍃 word count: 3.4k 

🍃 enemies to fuck buddies, brother's best friend, explicit smut, nsfw, 18+

🍃 warnings: use of marijuana; dubious consent at first (mc is very high and says no and Yoongi is pushy); groping; being too rough; spitting; teasing; cunnilingus; Yoongi calling mc easy; unprotected sex on a bedroom floor; multiple orgasms; post-nut regret.

🍃 you hate him, and yet...lol. oneshot requested by @blog-name-idk​: “Mint Yoongi dubcon where he sort of coerces/seduces an initially reluctant reader? Maybe he's like a runner or something and MC is reluctant to get involved until she gets a taste of his poison. And not the drugs. Eyebrow waggle." thank you for your patience, dear mango!

🍃 note: i am currently not accepting new requests. 

🍃 beta read by @neoneunnajimin​

🍃 posted oct. 2022 | read on ao3

Your eyelids feel heavy, and the air around you feels like too much—thick and sticky but too thin to fill your lungs—and there's an unfamiliar haze to it that makes you wonder if you're even awake at all. 

If it weren't for Min Yoongi—the devil with mint hair—gazing at you like an amused child holding an ant hostage beneath a magnifying glass in the scorching sun, you would think that for sure you were in dreamland.

But Yoongi is no dream. Yoongi is a nightmare. 

A beautiful, cunning nightmare, but a nightmare no less. With his crooked smirk and his feline eyes, Yoongi can spin shit into gold and make anyone bend to his will, and you had done a valiant job of holding out for years, feigning annoyance and giving him nothing to work with. That is, until he turned up on your doorstep at ten in the morning, claiming to be looking for your brother, with a gift. 

"No sweat," he had muttered with a shrug when you mentioned your brother was out of town until the evening. "I'll let you have it instead."

Whatever it is that your dumbass brother's dumbass drug dealer best friend had to offer, you were certain you wanted nothing to do with it. Unless it was weed; Yoongi always had the best weed.

"Have what?" you asked against your better judgment.

The smug grin that tugged on Yoongi's lips sent a knowing chill down your spine, settling heavily in your guts as he lifted his hand, holding up a perfectly rolled joint. "This new strain I got. It's euphoric. You gotta try it."

And that is how you ended up here: sitting on your bedroom floor wearing an oversized white tee and short grey pajama shorts, with your brother's closest friend—and your sworn enemy—Min Yoongi.

"How do you like it?" Yoongi asks. 

The fog in the room feels even thicker, and you are so spaced and so painfully fucking high that you have no idea what Yoongi is asking you, but—despite how slow your brain is moving—you consider a myriad of things he could be asking, and none of them are good.

"Huh?" is all you can manage to say in response. 

Yoongi chuckles and shifts, and you glance up to find him on his hands and knees, leaning into your personal space. He wears a black bomber jacket that has a bunch of pins on it, and you wonder what they are for just a split moment before you decide it's probably best that Yoongi does not catch you looking at him curiously. 

"Undressing me with your eyes?" Yoongi rasps, deep and saccharine—thorns coated in honey.

You knit your eyebrows and attempt to shake your head at his absolute stupidity. "I—what?"

"It's alright," Yoongi responds, and you meet his eyes to find them dark and glimmering with mischief. "I can take this off for you. It's warm in here, anyway."

Yoongi sits high on his knees and slides his jacket off his shoulders, and although you want to tell him no—that you are not undressing him with your eyes, that you have no intention of encouraging him to remove any of his clothing—you can't get your mouth to move. 

The haze thickens as Yoongi gets back on his hands and leans in too close again. He wears an off-white rolling stones band tee—the one with the big, obnoxious bright red mouth, right in the middle of his chest. It hangs loose as he bends forward—shows a hint of clavicle—and you swallow a lump in your throat and let your gaze fall foolishly to one of his hands—big and rough and too close for comfort.

You open your mouth with the intention of asking Yoongi what he’s doing, but your lips falter around nothing. Your mouth is terribly dry, and Yoongi's heady scent of bergamot and musk threatens to suffocate you.

Yoongi smirks. "I asked you how you like it." 

You blink your heavy, tired eyes and attempt to back up and put more space between the two of you, but you bump into the foot of your bed and gasp. 

"L-like what?" you finally ask, looking back at Yoongi with a gaze that feigns indifference.

Yoongi crawls forward and crowds your space entirely, and although you have the urge to pull your knees to your chest and guard your body, your legs slide down, between Yoongi's arms and legs, giving him full access to you. 

"The weed." Yoongi cocks an eyebrow and continues to crawl, caging you in. "What did you think I meant?"

"I like it," you mutter, ignoring his question. "but it's too strong."

Yoongi hums, and his tongue flicks out, gently moistening his lips. You watch the movement—at the hint of pink that appears and disappears—and draw a shaky breath when Yoongi smiles widely and nibbles on his lip. 

"Don't you feel so loose and relaxed?" Yoongi asks.

Warm breath ghosts over your mouth, and you struggle to find the words to answer. "Uh—I—"

"You're not pushing me away like you always do," Yoongi interrupts. "Are you finally gonna cave in and let me have what I want?"

You shake your head and turn your face to the side. You cannot hold your composure by looking at his mouth or feeling the warmth that passes from his lips to yours, so you make a feeble attempt to convince yourself that you do not want to kiss Min Yoongi.

"No," you whisper. 

Yoongi hums and leans forward, nuzzling his nose against your neck. Your breath hitches, and you let your eyes fall closed, and although you want to tell Yoongi to back off and stop touching you, the words never leave your lips. 

"Then push me away," Yoongi groans, pressing his lips against your skin. 

Push him away, you tell yourself, but your arms feel heavy and useless, and your heart pounds in your chest at a dizzying pace. Every little movement Yoongi makes feels good, and it terrifies you. 

"I don't want this," you mutter, but Yoongi nips at your skin, and you whimper softly, betraying yourself.

"Moaning while you tell me no isn't exactly convincing," Yoongi chides as his lips travel to your throat.

Your head falls back against your mattress, and you sigh out a deep breath as Yoongi takes advantage of all the skin you have to offer—lips, tongue, and teeth marking and flicking and nibbling.

"I see the way you look at me," Yoongi challenges.

You chuckle weakly as you admit, "Yeah, you're fucking hot, okay. But you're my brother's best friend. And you're an asshole."

"Hmm, True on all counts," Yoongi mutters as his lips leave your skin, and he sits high on his knees, towering over you. 

You hate the hold Yoongi has on you in this moment—hate how strikingly handsome he is, how good he smells, how your skin tingles under his touch. You want him. You have always wanted him. And his teasing remarks and sly glances over the years have only served to make you absolutely despise him. 

"Fine," you concede, against your better judgment, feeling tingly and hazy and eager for more of his mouth. Yoongi lets out a hum that poses as a question, and you sigh out a deep breath—giving in. "Fuck me before I change my mind."

Yoongi's hands are on you, groping and squeezing your breasts before you have a chance to react, and you open your mouth to protest his eagerness—to tell him to go slow—but Yoongi captures your lips with his, swallowing the sound whole. He nibbles and sucks on your lip, causing you to gasp, and as your mouth falls agape and pliant, he rolls his tongue over yours—tasting of stale weed and something slightly sweet—pulling more sounds of pleasure from your throat. 

"Yoongi," you finally mutter with your mouth full of tongue, "slow down."

But Yoongi does not slow down. He tugs at your shirt and pulls it over your head—releasing the kiss for only the allotted second or so that it takes to remove the garment—then kneads your bare breasts with both palms, engulfing your soft, tender flesh in warmth.

Your body feels electric with want and desire, and you lift your arms sluggishly—only enough to set your hands on Yoongi's thighs and slowly rub over coarse denim. Yoongi groans into your mouth, forcing you to sink further into pleasure from the sound, and you gasp for breath and arch your back as his lips trail down to your jaw and back to your throat in soft but desperate gnashes of lips and teeth. 

"Lay down," Yoongi commands.

"On the floor?"

A chuckle against your skin sends a shiver through you, and you begin to slide down, finding it difficult to comply even with gravity in your current state. Yoongi sits back, high on his knees, and yanks you by the hips, pulling you hard onto your elbows with a surprised gasp. You hit your head against your bed as you attempt to settle onto your back, and you feel cramped and uncomfortable but struggle to inch your limbs any further. 

Yoongi gets onto his feet quickly, pulling off his shirt and pushing his jeans and briefs down. You lift your hands with the intent of pushing your pajama shorts down, but the sight of Yoongi's long, hard cock springing from the confines of tight, restrictive fabric halts all physical and mental activity, and your hands still in the air.

"It's rude to stare," Yoongi teases as he bends and tugs at your shorts, yanking them hard enough that you barely shift your body to help him remove the garment, leaving you sprawled out on your bedroom floor, naked. 

"Fuck," Yoongi rasps as he tosses the shorts aside and gets back on his knees. He gropes your thighs and roughly spreads them, forcing you to gasp and tremble in his hold. 

"No panties?" Yoongi teases as he sinks to his elbows. "How fucking naughty."

You consider telling Yoongi that he showed up while you were still in your pajamas—that you're not even sure it's fucking noon yet—but he probably doesn't actually want an explanation for your state of undress. All coherent thought is rendered useless, anyway, as his mouth quickly finds your clit, sending any explanation you may have given out as a strangled gasp. 

Loud, desperate moans escape you as Yoongi's tongue laps greedily over your cunt, and you relax into the feeling, finally at an angle that is as comfortable as possible on your rough, carpeted floor. Yoongi grips your thighs and holds you spread for him, sending a flood of arousal and pleasure through you that threatens to drown you far too fast. Whatever is in this weed is euphoric, and you fear you might come undone immediately.

"F-fuck," you whimper as Yoongi snakes one hand between your thighs and plunges two long, thick fingers into you, stretching you painfully around them. Yoongi finger fucks you hard—punches moans and gasps from your chest and throat—and you claw at the carpet below you as pleasure rips your soul straight from your body, causing you to disintegrate into a pile of shaky limbs. 

You hardly recognize your voice—pitchy and broken as you sob and cry through your orgasm. And Yoongi gives you no time to recover, punishing you with his fingers and tongue as your high crashes and immediately begins to build, leaving you a trembling, overstimulated shell of a human.

"One more," Yoongi commands, and you shake your head, whimper loose vowels and consonants that are meant to be words of assent and writhe helplessly, sprawled and sweaty on the floor. 

Time and space slip through your fingers—tears threaten to escape your eyes, which you squeeze shut, seeing only stars. Sharp, soundless breaths heave from your mouth, and Yoongi brings you higher and higher, only for you to plunge into unforgiving bliss once more. 

Yoongi's hands and mouth finally slow, and you tremble and shiver from the weight of everything that has just happened as the cool air settles over your warm skin. 

"Easy," Yoongi chides against your thigh, nipping at your skin until you squirm. "So fucking easy. Do you cum that fast for everyone?"

Yoongi's teasing is annoying, and you attempt to kick him away, but you're high and fucked out, and he holds your bend knee firmly—doesn't let you move. 

No, you think, only this time. Only for you. But you won't give him the satisfaction, instead gritting, "Shut the fuck up," through clenched teeth.

"All this time, my boy's little sister is an easy fuck, cuming in two seconds flat. Can’t believe I got you all spread out on your bedroom floor."

You stare at the off-white ceiling, letting your eyes unfocus in the haze that continues to cloud your vision. God, you hate him. "Shut the fuck up, Yoongi."

Yoongi crawls up your body, caging your head between his arms, and you have no choice but to look at him—mint hair hanging into your face and his chin glistening with your release. He smirks and spits onto your mouth, and you frown, ready to shout at him for being an asshole, but his cock prods at your thigh, leaving a streak of precum on your warm skin, and you groan at the thought of how full he's going to make you, forgetting his transgression in an instant. 

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, your brother is gonna ask why you have a limp."

"Stop mentioning my brother," you grumble weakly, turning your head to stare at the wall.

Yoongi grabs onto your jaw and forces you to look at him, sending arousal coursing through your veins, turning your blood to syrup. "Good thing he's not back till later. I have so much time to fuck you into submission. Gonna make you forget your own name."

You scoff at Yoongi's arrogance and roll your eyes. "Do it, then," you challenge.

The press of Yoongi's cock head against your cunt makes you gasp. Yoongi reaches between his thighs and rubs himself slowly over your pussy, up to your clit and back down, then lines himself with your hole and slowly presses in.

You whine and hiss at the stretch that is agonizingly slow, yet steady, burning painfully and feeling incredible. Yoongi doesn't rock his hips, just presses in, in, in until finally, you are so full of cock, all you can do is gasp for air.

"You are tight, baby," Yoongi groans as he settles onto his knees and sits up, rubbing his hands up and down your sides before gripping onto your hips. 

You hate the sound of baby coming from his mouth, and you cringe. "Don't call me that."

Yoongi smirks and pulls his hips back, dragging his cock so slowly it makes you whine. He licks his lips and raises an eyebrow. "I'll call you anything I want, baby."

"Shut the fuck up," you whimper lazily with a frown.

"What was that?"

"Shut the f—ah—" you moan, interrupted by a deep thrust of Yoongi's hips. 

Your hands grip uselessly at the carpet as Yoongi pulls back and plunges forward, overwhelming you with pleasure and the sudden desire to be fucked until you're just as brainless as he promises. 

Yoongi leans forward and sets a steady pace, holding your thighs spread. His cock feels so good you almost don't notice the drag of your back and shoulders across the carpet, threatening to rub your skin raw. And you almost complain and suggest moving to the bed, but Yoongi shifts his arm and rubs the pad of his thumb over your clit, sending pleasure to burst and bloom and turn you once more into a pliant, sobbing mess.

This time, when you cum—fucked hard and fast—it's so intense that your back arches from the floor, and you splay your fingers and toes, limbs suspended in the air while choked sobs fall from your mouth. 

"So easy," Yoongi teases again, and maybe it would be humiliating, but the blend of the high and the pleasure is so great, you decide that you like being this easy—you like how hard and fast you can cum for him. Only for him.

Yoongi pulls out and shoves your legs to one side, forcing your body to twist, and you comply with his unspoken request and manage to get onto your elbows and knees, slowly and unsteadily. 

"Fuck, the carpet got you," Yoongi complains as his hands rub over your back and settle on your ass, spreading you wide. And you're almost foolish enough to think that Yoongi cares about your comfort until he spits, sending a glob of cold saliva hurling against your asshole. 

"You're fucking disgusting," you grumble as the spit trickles down, caught by Yoongi's cock head before he presses back into your eager cunt. You are reminded that you absolutely fucking hate him, and you do your best to hold onto one tiny thread of sensibility—a single inkling of annoyance. But Yoongi chuckles deep and melodic, and he begins to fuck you, forcing your shoulders to slump forward from bliss as your cheek presses into the back of your hand. 

The pace Yoongi sets is dizzying. You have to curl in on yourself slightly, angled just enough to prevent your head from slamming into your bed, and although your knees begin to burn, you don't care. Yoongi fucks you so good that in this moment, nothing matters but the feeling of his thick cock spearing you so deep it intoxicates you just as much as the joint had.

This time, when you cum, the feeling envelopes you like a warm hug, spreading from limb to limb like wildfire. Your body slumps even further, legs tremble, and your cries die down, drowned out by the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and the squelch of your overused pussy.

Yoongi moans and mutters profanities and loose vowels as his hips stutter, then he pulls out and sprays his cum on your ass—an unceremonious end to a regrettable situation. You chuckle dryly to yourself and bury your face in your hands as post-nut clarity sinks its claws into you, and you come to terms with the fact that you just let this idiot fuck you, and that it felt amazing.

"Let me catch my breath and we can go for round two," Yoongi grumbles through heaving breaths. 

You manage to crawl onto your knees and glance around your room for something to wipe your buttcheeks off with. "There will be no round two. Ever."

Yoongi laughs and walks to the side of your bed, where you keep a box of tissues, and you hear him pull three out before he returns to your side. You reach out a hand to accept them, but he takes the liberty of wiping you off, instead. It feels embarrassing to have your buttcheeks wiped, especially by him, and you plop onto your side the second he's done and sit up, drawing your knees up to guard yourself. 

"Get dressed and go home," you say, catching Yoongi's eye as he glances from his task of wiping off his cock.

"Even after the best fuck of your life, you are such a fucking brat."

"Seriously, Min, go home."

Yoongi scoffs and tosses his used, balled-up tissue at you, which you swat at and cringe. What an asshole. 

"Gonna turn your brother down more often when he invites me to tag along for his trips. Fucking you is way more fun."

The high has all but dissipated, and you feel anger build in your gut because of course he already knew, when he came over this morning, that you would be alone. 

"I fucking hate you," you grumble as you glare so hard, you hope the gaze will pierce through him like a laser and fry him to smitherines. 

Yoongi laughs to himself as he gets dressed, hopping into his jeans and slinging his jacket over his shoulder. "Hate me all you want, but I fucked you better than anyone else has."

He is absolutely right, and you hate that too. 

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[sailoryooons]

Suga's How-To Guide | Tr(eat) Them Right | myg (m)

☾ Pairing: Camboy!Yoongi x f. reader

☾ Summary: Min Yoongi has been a cam boy for a few years now. The work is easy, the money is good, and he has loyal viewers. When he approaches you and asks if you want to be his muse for a ‘how-to’ series, your view on the infamous Yoongi changes.

☾ Word Count: 6,096

☾ Genre: Friends to lovers, pwp

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

☾ Warnings: Mentions of a breakup, Yoongi is a sex worker, reader has 'meh' sexual experiences, semi-dom / sub dynamics (in how they interact sexually), sexually explicit content including: making out, nipple play, oral (f. receiving) dirty talk, voyeurism, like almost fingering but not quite, cum eating, implied sexual encounters in the future, and literally they are having sex in front of a live audience idk

☾ Published: August 1, 2022

☾ A/N: HAPPY AGUST MY FELLOW SLUTS AND SLOOTS. I have got to be the most unhinged person I know to be taking on this month long Yoongi project, but I am hoping that writing him for a month straight will manifest D-3 or Mint Yoongi. Sorry this is thirty minutes late - ur girl needed to eat some Chipotle because I was starving. This was definitely supposed to be a drabble but.... oops. The rest of the installments will definitely be more drabble style, but I wanted to establish some chemistry and background here. Happy 1st of Agust :)❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“What?” you ask again, nearly dropping the glass of red wine in your hand. Yoongi’s cheeks are flushed and his pink lips twitch upward. He’s leaning on his elbows on the island countertop in Seokjin’s kitchen. “You want me to what?”

You’re a little buzzed from the wine and embarrassment. Moments ago, you had been playing never have I ever in the living room with your friends. It had resulted in numerous horrifying reveals, including that you had never – and you meant never – had an orgasm from oral.

Now, Yoongi leans on his elbows, an empty wine glass in between the two of you. Your heart skips a beat at Yoongi’s proposal: be on my how-to series. The first episode is oral on people with pussies.

“I said,” he laughs, voice deep and rough, “Be on my series. Let me show you how it’s supposed to feel when someone eats you out.”

Though you want to blame the wine you had sipped on during Seokjin’s birthday dinner for the flush in your face, the heat races through your body, you know it isn’t true. It’s Yoongi that makes you feel drunk, that fills the room with that heated confidence that makes you dizzy.

You’ve known Yoongi for a few years. You’d met him through your best friend Namjoon while you were all in college. He had always been the reserved, quiet man on the edge of your friend group. He always speaks when he feels he has something to say, and he’s more of a listener than he is a contributor.

He’s also a cam boy – and a popular one at that.

You remember how your cheeks flamed when Namjoon told you about Yoongi’s line of work. There’s nothing wrong with being a sex worker, getting off on cameras for thousands of viewers to make a steady income.

Rather – you had blushed because the thought of watching him was more appealing than you wanted to admit. And you’ve managed to not watch him, no matter how many times your friends said he was exquisite on camera, no matter how many times they told you God dammit, he has a beautiful cock.

And now he’s offering to eat you out? Maybe more? You shiver.

Now, standing in the kitchen and watching his dark eyes drink you in, you wish you had watched any of his shows. You have no idea what it entails. You have no idea why Yoongi is propositioning you of all people. Surely other people are more experienced – both in the cam space and in sex.

“Why me?” You hope the question doesn’t sound pitiful. But you can’t stop the words as they escape your mouth. “I’m not… I mean it’s embarrassing, right? Is this like a pity thing?”

Yoongi’s brows furrow and his mouth twists into a grimace. You can’t help but fixate on his lips, a perfect pink pout. You won’t lie to yourself and say that you haven’t thought about them before. You’ve always had a greedy fascination with Yoongi’s quiet banter and soft confidence.

But you had been in a relationship until recently, and those were thoughts you had hidden until now.

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” Yoongi defends, shaking his head. His long, black hair is hidden underneath a beanie. You have to admit it looks good on him, despite loving how long his hair has been. “This- no. You’re hot, you seem like you were in a disappointing relationship, and honestly? I’ve thought about it before – I'm sorry if that’s weird or makes you feel weird.”

Heat burns through you. You look at the counter, picking at your nails and fighting a grin. Min Yoongi thinks you’re hot. It’s something you’d never thought you hear from him and you don’t hate it.

Chewing on your lip, you shrug. “It doesn’t make me feel weird.” He smirks a bit. “I don’t know. I’ve never…”

“That’s okay. Lots of men and women have never done cam work. Please don’t feel pressured to say yes. I thought…” He shrugs with a sideways grin. “I don’t know, I thought it would be enjoyable. For both of us.”

You look up at him at that. He hasn’t moved an inch, cat-eyes fixated on your every move. Something inside the pit of your stomach flutters. Yoongi is beautiful – unsettling in the way he bites his bottom lip, eyes turning to half-moons as he grins at you.

“Really?”

“Mhmm.” He drums his fingers on the counter. You catch the way the rings glitter. His hands are beautiful, long fingers made to move across instruments as he works on his music, almost ready for release.

You wonder how well Yoongi can play you, can make you sing like one of his instruments. It’s been a long time since a partner made you that explosive pleasure. Your ex, as in love with him as you were, hadn’t been interested in your body in a long time and -

“My eyes are up here.” You flinch, realizing you have been staring at Yoongi’s hands. You clear your throat awkwardly, flashing a nervous smile. “Think about it,” Yoongi concludes. “I know I’ve asked you a really difficult question out of nowhere. I don’t need to have an answer tonight.”

“When do you need an answer?”

“End of the week sound good?” You nod. He grins, all gums and squinted eyes. Your stomach flips as he pushes himself off the counter. “No pressure, okay? I just wanted to ask you.”

You nod. “Thanks for thinking of me.”

“I always do.”

Yoongi is chuckling and out of the kitchen before you can process his words, too flushed and nervous to analyze their meaning at that moment.

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I always do.

It’s those words that drove you to text Yoongi four days later. It had taken you over thirty minutes to figure out the words. You typed and re-typed. Finally, you just hit send, throwing your phone across the room, screaming, and running in the other direction.

You barely made it across your apartment before your phone dinged. Hand sweating, you had crept back to the couch, flipping it over to see the text thread.

Me: I think I want to try it out. I promised myself to be more adventurous.

Now, you stand in front of Yoongi’s apartment. It’s in a high-rise looking over the city. You dressed simply per Yoongi’s request: jeans, a t-shirt, and some sneakers. Wiping the sweat from your hands on your jeans, you take a deep breath and knocked.

Soft steps sound behind the door. You hold your breath when the lock flips and the door opens, revealing Yoongi.

For a moment, your brain disconnects. You stare at him, mouth parted slightly. He's in a black t-shirt that’s fitted across his shoulder – broader than you remember – and grey sweats, hands tucked into the pocket. His eyes drink you in, not hiding the way they drag down your figure and back up.

“Hi,” he smirks, leaning on the door frame and opening the door for you to enter. Beyond the door and the delicious man leaning against it, it smells like teakwood and there’s a warm glow. “You look nice.”

You feel the rush of heat up your neck and cheeks. You pass him and murmur an unintelligible greeting, feeling shy as you step by him. He smells like spicy cologne and something specifically Yoongi.

Head swimming, you stand in the entryway as he shuts the door. His apartment is nice. It’s an open floor concept, a large kitchen with granite counters and dark wood cabinets looking toward the living room of warm browns and soft neutrals.

The setting sun paints the world honey as Yoongi locks the door behind you. You feel him when he walks by you, looking down with a small smirk.  He gestures for you to follow him and you do, hands nervously twining your fingers.

His home looks lived in. There’s a coffee mug on the table, a blanket that looks recently used on the couch, and a stack of books on the side table next to the couch.

“What are you reading?” You ask, eyes going to the book you must have interrupted him from. It’s cracked in the middle, open, and face down.

“The Song of Achilles.” His voice is soft and raspy, sending a chill through you. He sits on the couch, scooting to make room for you. “A friend recommended it to me. Have you read it? It’s one of the most beautiful books I’ve ever read.”

“’We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.’”

“I knew I liked you.”

You gesture to your shoes and Yoongi nods his head. He leans back on the arm of the couch, angling himself toward you with one arm on the back. “So you like me now?”

“Always have.”

Your heart flutters as you slide your shoes off. “Is that so?”

“Mhmm. Unfortunately, until recently you have been chronically unavailable.” That pulls a laugh out of you. You settle on the edge of the couch, stiff and rod straight. Yoongi raises his brows at you, offering you a disarming smile. “Relax. I asked you to come early so we could talk and you could get comfortable. I’m not going to pounce on you on the couch.”

You let out a breath of laughter. “Sorry, my nerves are eating at me. I don’t mean to be so stiff.”

“Being stiff is my job.”

“Oof, terrible joke.”

“You laughed, though.” His smile is crooked as you lean back, letting your muscles relax. You’ve never been to Yoongi’s apartment before, but you’ve shared couches and close spaces with him before. “How was your presentation?”

You don’t know why it shocks you that he recalls that you’d been complaining about an upcoming presentation at Seokjin’s party. You look down into your lap. “It was good, thanks for asking. The business really liked it and they’re going to partner with us.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“How’s the music going?”

“Good. I’m finishing up on picking a single for the EP. Hobi has been helpful.”

“Do I get a sneak peek?”

He arches a brow. “You haven’t even had a taste and now you want a sneak peek, huh?”

You flush. “That’s not what I meant.”

“No, but you’re cute when you’re shy. You want to talk about doing this?”

No. Yes. You were here for a reason. You shoved your anxiety down and nodded your head vigorously. He hummed, drawing your attention to him.

Yoongi had a way of looking at you that made your head feel like white noise. His dark eyes were lit with curiosity, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. He looked so at ease and so confident, looking at you with a hundred things unsaid.

You want to feel that kind of confidence. For as long as you’ve known Yoongi, he has walked into every room he’s ever been in knowing who he is, trusting in his instincts. He has always moved through the world with a quiet thunder that you admired.

He looks that way now. Sure of himself. Comfortable.

“Do you have ground rules or tips?” you ask.

He smiles. “Good girl. That’s a great question. Yes to both. First rule is the most important: we stop the moment you’re uncomfortable. We can either use a safe word or a color system to express levels of comfortability.”

“A safe word?”

“Don’t worry – we're not doing that kind of video.” He pauses. “We can talk about that later if you’re ever interested. This is a word – or color – that we can use just to keep you comfortable and safe the entire time.”

“What’s the difference between a word and colors?”

“If you say the safe word, we stop everything and we do not start again. A color system is like a stop light: green you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself, yellow you’re hesitant and need a moment to talk about it or collect yourself, red we stop and do not start again.”

“I think colors make sense.”

He nods. “Good, I prefer that as well. I want to express again: at any time you can use these colors. I will stop immediately. You are my concern today. Not me, not the viewers. Okay?” You nod. “Verbally, please.”

“Okay.”

“Good. The second rule: I don’t use my name when I cam. I use Suga. Think you can remember to use that name if you have to use a name at all?”

“Yes. I don’t want to... use my name or anything either.”

He grins. “Not to worry, I won’t. Can I sit a little closer to you?”

Instead of answering, you shift closer to him. His hand is near your shoulder now, close enough to touch it. Sitting closer to him makes your stomach flip. He smells good and looks better. Your knees are pressed together, both of you sitting at an angle that allows you to look at one another head-on.

“You’re extraordinarily beautiful, you know?”

Your smile is soft. “I already agreed to do this. You don’t have to win me over.”

“I’m not trying to win you over. I’m an honest person who likes to let people know what I’m thinking. And right now I’m thinking that I am extremely happy you agreed to do this.”

“You say things and do things with so much confidence. I admire that.”

He shrugs. His fingers next to your shoulder brush the sleeve of your t-shirt, rubbing the material between his fingers. “I had to learn it. Believe it or not, getting off in front of a camera helps with confidence.”

“Maybe it will for me too.”

“Maybe.”

Yoongi covers a few more ground rules and notes. You start to lose focus, more interested in the way that his rough fingers trace patterns on your arm. You don’t remember lifting your arm to lay along the back of the couch with his, but now that you have, he runs his fingers up and down your warm skin.

Goosebumps scatter on your arm. You looked at the raised hair there as Yoongi’s soft voice puts you in a trance. He’s explained that while he shows his face, you won’t have to show yours. The angle is only chest down or can be stomach down if you prefer. You don’t decide right away.

The streaming series that Yoongi has crafted is a mini-series on how to correctly perform specific sexual acts. The one you’ve volunteered for he has cheekily named How to Tr(eat) Them Right. You smirk at the name and roll your eyes, equal parts charmed and unimpressed.

Unlike most of Yoongi’s streams, this one does not include taking requests from viewers, and though there is a little interaction with his loyal fans, Yoongi’s purpose is to focus on you while providing some educational commentary.

“What do you like?”

“Hmm?” Your eyes draw back up to his where he gives you a smug grin. “I didn’t catch that.”

“You like my fingers?” You chew the inside of your cheek. You try to channel his confidence and nod. “Behave and I’ll get to use them, yeah?”

God, he’s fucking hot. He always has been. Looking at him now, you realize that while dating Michael, your blinders have been off. Everything about Yoongi calls to you now. You feel your breath quicken, your vision focus.

“I asked what you like?” His fingers trail to your wrist, flipping your palm over and running his fingers over the lines there. “Do you have trouble getting off in general with oral, or have your partners done something you don’t enjoy?”

“I don’t have a lot to go off. Honestly, before Michael, I’ve only had one person go down on me.”

He grunts and rolls his eyes. “A shame, truly. You’ve been deprived of something that can be incredibly empowering and pleasurable. Was there anything that ever felt good that you can recall? I’m just trying to see if you have preferences.”

“I just feel like often they don’t know where the clit is?”

“It happens. Not to me, but you know. To others. What else?”

You think. “Sometimes it was treated as a way to get me wet, and they’d just go right to it for a few minutes before deciding it either wasn’t worth it or they were bored? Or maybe something is wrong with me and-”

Yoongi holds up a hand, stopping you short. “There is nothing wrong with you. Please don’t let a man’s selfishness convince you that your body is weird or undesirable. You are beautiful. Even the parts of you I don’t know yet.”

You stare at him. How has the world created Min Yoongi? He tentatively links your fingers with his. His hand is warm. The feeling spreads down your arm to your chest. He makes you feel warm all over.

At that moment, Yoongi is the first person to make you feel like there isn’t something wrong with you. You believe him inherently. You believe in the way he squeezes your hand. In the way he keeps eye contact. In the seriousness of his face.

“Thank you,” you whisper. “That means a lot to me.”

“It’s just a basic truth that I hope you believe.” He stands, unfolding his limbs and taking your hand with him. He tugs gently. “You ready? I’m just going to show you my room and the camera and everything. See positioning – clothes on. We’ll talk through it a little and I’ll show you how it works.”

You nod. He grins. Hands linked, he takes you to his room.

Cool, dark air greets you. There’s soft lighting from modern sconces on either side of his bed. They glow warm like the salt lamp on top of the desk across from his bed. There’s a camera set up and a small table with a laptop. You can see the soft ring light off the webcam.

You hesitate upon seeing the intimidating setup. It is somehow less than you imagined but still just as threatening when you realize what you’ve agreed to do.

Yoongi steps into your line of sight. He lets go of your hand to cradle your face delicately. His fingertips are gentle as he makes you look at him, his dark eyes searching.

“Color?”

“Green.”

His smile is gummy and he leans forward. You sharply inhale, thinking he’s going to kiss you. His lips brush against your forehead briefly and you immediately want more. You stare after him as he drops his hands from you, launching into his setup: what angles he uses, how you’ll be shot, what kind of light to expect.

It goes in one ear and at the other. You’re watching him intensely. His pink tongue wets his lips between sentences. His ringed fingers run through his long hair went he looks down, causing strands to fall in his eyes. His veins are prominent and shadowed in the low lighting.

Watching him explain every detail awakens something inside of you that you had not been expecting. A hunger for him ignites and you find yourself hypnotized and unhearing. You want him to touch you again. Want to feel gentle hands on your skin, want him to warm your mouth with the soft lips that have only graced your forehead.

Yoongi sees you staring and he laughs at you, crossing his arms over his chest. Had he always been this broad? You’re unsure but you have the itch to slide your hands under his shirt and feel him.

“You’re pouting,” he teases. “Why are you pouting, hmm?” You shrug. He drops his hands to his side and approaches you slowly, gaze growing darker. “Is it because you want me to touch you? Be honest, baby.”

“Yes.”

Yoongi stands so close to you that when you tilt your head up to him, you can feel his breath ghosting over your lips. You can press your lips to his if you move forward just the slightest. But you don’t, breath shaky as you look up at him. The roundness of his cheeks, the sharpness of his eyes.

“I’ll warm you up before we go live,” he whispers. His voice is even darker than before and you shiver. His hands slide around your waist, pulling a sigh out of you. He presses you against his chest. You feel his heart beating wildly against your own. “Color?”

“Green,” you whisper.

“Good.”

When Yoongi kisses you, your anxiety melts away. You can’t remember what you were anxious about before? Something about a camera and being naked on a live stream? None of it matters as he slots his mouth against yours, gentle but sweet.

Yoongi’s lips are soft soft soft. Softer than you ever imagined that they could be. He pulls away from you after the chaste kiss but you make a sound of protest, chasing his mouth that curves into a smile when you pressed your lips against his once more, hungry.

You surprise Yoongi by licking the seam of his mouth, asking for entrance. He opens his mouth to you, letting you kiss him soft and slow. He tastes like spearmint and heaven. Your hands curl in the hair at the nape of his neck, sliding through the silky soft strands as his tongue brushes yours.

Fuck Min Yoongi knows how to kiss. After letting you lead initially, he takes control of the kiss, shifting you so that he’s leading you back to his bed. His hands are on the small of your back, leaning you down, hands reverent. He separates just for a moment, giving you long enough time to blink up at him, stars in your eyes.

“Fuck you’re cute,” he rasps, grinning as he gives you a peck. And then another. Yoongi leans on his forearms, placing them on either side of your head. He makes room for himself between your legs. You let them fall open as he slots himself, pelvis pressed against your core where you’re already needy. “We won’t start until I think you’re ready and until you’re in bras and panties, yeah?”

You giggle and he arches a brow at you. “The words panties is so not sexy.”

He hums, leaning down to nip at the bottom of your lip. “Careful or I’m not going to let you cum.”

Your eyes go round as you look up from him. He grins at you before lowering himself again, catching your lips in another kiss. This one is searing and needy, all tongue as Yoongi’s right hand leaves the bed to trace the skin of your hip, fingers tentatively drifting under your shirt.

Yoongi makes you dizzy. You moan into his mouth when he rolls his hips into yours. Your hips twitch upward, seeking friction. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

More. You want more.

Kissing him makes you feel drunk. You barely register how he peels your shirt off your body and tosses it. You’re only dimly aware when he slides your jeans down your legs. You’re too busy writhing under him as he kisses your jaw down to your neck where his teeth nip into your sensitive flesh.

Fuck you have never been this turned on and he’s barely done anything.

Yoongi’s hands skate up your sides as his tongue licks the freshly bitten skin of your throat and collarbones. He grips you gently over your thin bra, thumbs brushing back and forth over your hardening nipples. It draws a loud moan from you, making him pull back slightly and look down at you.

In a haze, you look up at him. His lips are swollen and bitten from you nipping and sucking his bottom lip. His thumbs continue to brush over your sensitive nipples, making you shiver underneath his touch.

You cannot recall another partner ever making you feel this way. Ever.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You’re gonna be the death of me. Sound so fucking sweet when you moan like that.”

“Feels good.”

He lowers his face toward your chest, charcoal eyes flickering up at you as he sticks his tongue out of his mouth, taking one, tentative lick at your nipple through your bra. Your chest arches towards his mouth, making him laugh as you let out a breathy sound.

“Sensitive?”

“Yes, fuck.”

“Good.” His hands slip under you toward the clasp of your bra. His glossy lips hover just above your bra as he asks, “Color?”

“Green.”

“Good to take this off?” You nod. Yoongi pulls the fabric off your chest, the cold air making you shake. You’re shy for just a moment, gripping his biceps a little firmer to keep you from covering yourself. He drinks you in and shakes his head. “Fucking perfect.”

Yoongi doesn’t miss a beat. He dives in, wrapping his hot mouth around a nipple and sucking hard. You curse underneath him. His tongue circles your bud, sending electric currents through your body while he lightly tweaks the other with his hands.

He pulls his mouth from you, plum lips slick with spit. He runs his tongue across the middle of your chest, making you bow into him. Everything feels so good. His hands. His mouth. His tongue. His breath on your skin. The way his hair tickles you as he pulls at your nipple gently with his teeth.

Yoongi drops a hand between your legs, gently brushing his fingers against your clothed folds. You’re already dripping for him, sticking to your panties like honey. He moans against you, the hum stimulating him further.

With wet lips and quick breaths, he kisses his way back up to your neck, pressing a firm, close-mouth kiss to your lips. “Gonna pull you down to where I need you, okay?” You nod. You feel like the room is spinning as he kisses your jaw while wrapping his arms around your legs. “I’ll get pillows to prop you up. Just a few more minutes and I’ll start, okay? I have to talk a little bit, but just focus on me, yeah?”

With a heavy nod, you do as he says. Yoongi props pillows behind you, stealing a kiss on the way. You can’t get enough of him. Lips, hands, teeth seeking him. He indulges, letting you distract him a few moments more as your tongues tangle in the sweetness of one another.

When he pulls away, he brushes his nose against yours. “It’s just you and me,” he whispers. “I’m gonna start. Color?”

Your heart thunders in your ears. This is your last moment to back out. You realize what you’ve agreed to do and suddenly, you begin to worry. You look up at Yoongi – his blown pupils, the tiny sheen of sweat on his brow, the swollen lips, and hungry gaze.

And you remember that you can stop any time.

With trembling lips and unsteady hands, you murmur, “Green.”

His smile is gentle and sweet on the edges. He kisses your brows and drops down to the floor to his knees. You watch, fascinated as he opens the laptop and clicks around. There are no extra lights. It’s just the glow of the laptop and soft ring light, and the amber sconces that bathe the room in shadows and gold.

You can feel your breath shuttering in and out of your lungs as he grins at the camera. He reaches out a hand as he begins to talk, rubbing your thigh soothingly. He glances at you briefly to check in on you and you nod, only focused on Yoongi and not the camera.

There is the curiosity to look, but you don’t. Not yet.

Yoongi doesn’t miss a beat. His hand is a soft wave against the shore, rubbing up your thigh and then back. Every time he strokes upward toward your thigh, he gets a little closer to your panty line, you realized.

With furrowed brows, you realize that he’s still teasing you even while he mentions some of his more popular viewers. Reminds them that while this live is supposed to be educational, it’s also about you and your pleasure, so he’ll only provide context when he feels like it’s needed.

Deep laughter draws you out of your thoughts. Yoongi is situated between your thighs as he turns away from the laptop, kissing your knee gently. His eyes find you and they’re glittering, as though you’re the only thing that matters right now.

“Our volunteer would like to remain anonymous, PJM13,” Yoongi answers. He nips your thigh and your legs shake. “But I do agree. Her thighs are fucking glorious.”

Using both hands, Yoongi rubs up and down your legs. He lifts himself slightly, just enough to reach up and kiss you again. You know they can’t see your face – he must be okay with vanishing out of frame as he sucks on your tongue, drawing a pretty sound from you.

When Yoongi pulls away, he nips your nose lightly, making you huff a laugh. Your stomach is curling and your pussy has started to ache. You need him. A whine escapes you as you sink back down. He notices. His lips curl.

“The first rule to eating pussy,” Yoongi murmurs just loud enough for the mic to pick up. “Is that whether it’s the end game or it’s the start of your sexual encounter, you still need to lead up to it. You can’t just give in and expect them to enjoy it. There is foreplay to the foreplay.”

Carefully, both of Yoongi’s hands drift to your waist and stop on your underwear line. He looks up at you with a question in his eyes. You don’t even care that you’re about to bare your pussy to an entire live audience. Yoongi has you worked up and distracted, so hot and bothered under his gaze that you don’t hesitate to nod.

With a quick kiss on your inner thigh, his fingers curl under the fabric and slowly pulls them down.

“My prefer method of foreplay to the foreplay,” Yoongi continues. “It’s touching. Kiss them, make them feel good. Kiss the neck, the jaw, the ear. Tell them how beautiful they, are worship them and make them feel safe.”

Yoongi tosses your underwear somewhere and his eyes drop down to your glistening eat. Your legs twitch shut and he looks up at you, waiting to see if you need to stop. You take a steadying breath and let your legs relax as Yoongi drops his gaze down.

“Fucking hell,” he says – more to you than to anyone else. “Such a pretty fucking pussy. So nice and wet. That for me?”

He looks up at you for an answer. Instead of nodding, you take a breath and murmur, “Yes.”

His grin is dazzling, hands still caressing you. “Communication is key,” he tells you – or maybe the audience you’re not sure. “Do you want it slow or fast?”

“Slow.”

He hums and begins kissing your thighs. Your head falls back under his touch. You can hear him say something about you shouldn’t put your mouth near someone’s cunt if they’re not at least a little wet. Or if they have trouble getting wet without a mouth, to use a little flavored lube – never spit – he admonishes a comment. Spit will make your mouth dry.

When you feel his breath over your center, your head snaps up. You had not realized how much you were trembling. Yoongi lowers his mouth, saying nothing as he sticks his tongue out, grinning before he slowly licks you from hole to clit.

You drop your head back and moan loudly. You don’t remember even the first lick feeling this way when others went down on you. Your muscles clench as Yoongi dips down and repeats the motion, slowly licking through your folds until he circles your clit a few times, tongue tracing lazily.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Tastes so fucking good. You have no idea how hard it is not to just devour you right now.” With amusement in his eyes, Yoongi watches your reaction as he tongues your entrance, tracing the ring of muscles with his tongue teasingly. You whine loudly, wiggling your hips. He grips your thighs firmly. “Slow is always a good pace to start at,” Yoongi says softly. “Savor the taste. Let them feel the build. Apply the tortoise and the hair here.”

You hardly notice the way Yoongi murmurs between curious licks. You think he’s saying what he’s doing – you’re not too sure. All you know is that he flicks his tongue over your clit gently at first, onyx eyes focused on you as he watches your reactions. You’re panting, finding it hard to breathe as he applies a little more pressure.

Yoongi’s grip on your thighs turns to caressing again as he closes his mouth around your clit and sucks gently. You jerk forward at the pleasure that shoots through you like an arrow. He seems startled but doesn’t let go, sucking greedily as one hand traces up your stomach to your chest, pushing you back down softly.

Piece by piece, you fall apart. Yoongi alternates between sucking your clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue expertly, and tracing his tongue back down to fuck you with it. Your pussy clenches around nothing, squirming and worked up.

Worked up is putting it lightly. As his commentary dies down, he focuses more on you. Drinks you in. Makes wet, lewd noises as he makes his ministrations firmer, faster. He eats you out vigorously. Presses his mouth into you, and lets your juices drip down his chin.

Yoongi’s mouth is swollen and glossy and he doesn’t seem to care, closing his eyes and enjoying himself. He hums as he licks and sucks at you. He matches your light moans with his dark timbre, grunting when you twitch and roll your hips into his mouth.

An orgasm builds slowly, but like a storm. You feel it building in pressure. Curses and words that don’t make sense leave your mouth. Your thighs begin to shake as Yoongi sucks your clit harder.

“Please,” you beg, voice strained. “Holy fuck please.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi asks, panting as he drags his tongue up you once. Twice. “Gonna cum for me?” You’re nodding helplessly. He brings a hand down, a single finger playing with your hole. You let out a cry, gasping for air as your hips twist. “Such a pretty little hole. Wanna feel you cum on my face before you get my fingers.”

It barely registers that Yoongi is implying he wants to do more than make you fall apart at the seams with his tongue. He brings his mouth back down to you, shutting his eyes as he lavishes you with his tongue.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you pant, squeezing your eyes shut. “I’m gonna- god damn fucking shit.”

Everything goes taught like a wire. You can’t breathe. Your thighs clench, your hands shoot to his hair and grab a hold of his locks, making him moan into you. Your toes curl and for a moment, there is no sound but the roaring of blood in your ears.

The storm clouds break open and you melt into your orgasm. It’s like the sky has opened, the wind rushing to sweep you away. You collapse into the bed with a loud shout – you don’t even know if the shout was loud or if everything is oversensitive.

Yoongi licks you through your orgasm, not wasting a drop. You’re gasping for air when his tongue circles your clit again. You whine and he laughs, pulling his face from your center and kissing up your stomach and chest, leaving a glassy trail of spit and cum in his wake.

When he meets your lips, you lean up toward him, hands grabbing his face. You smash your lips against him, tasting yourself – sweet and tangy – on his mouth. You’re greedy for him, absolutely gluttonous.

“Fuck,” he pants, trying to catch his breath. “You are so fucking hot, babe.”

The endearment sears through you like lightning. “That was so fucking good,” you whisper, holding his face between your hands. “God that was so good.”

He grins. “That?” He pecks your lips again. “How do you feel about showing them how to do one more? And then maybe we can talk about another guest feature, hmm?”

“Fuck,” you gasp as Yoongi sucks the sensitive spot on your neck. “Please.”

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mama (i need help) | knj

title: mama (i need help) | knj (18+)

pairing: kim namjoon x yoongi's sister!reader

genre: angst, drama, smut

word count: 3k

status: complete

synopsis: the min legacy is culinary excellence, but the youngest heirs rather cook beats, dance, and do big dumb boys; off the books.

warnings: unprotected sex, semi public sex, thigh riding, face riding, studio sex, secret (not) relationship, depression, one instance of vouyer and exhibitionism, reader may've fucked jungkook once or twice, degradation kink, praise kink, slut shaming (consensual pls)

namjoon’s studio isn’t any bigger once the cheque snakes it’s way through sports, visual, and performance art sections. it’s still nestled in the far back of the basement floor, soundproof and insulated well, with a new processing ram and very expensive soundboard from his personal wishlist.

his canceling headphones have a snag, the sound comes out in gurgled static on the left side; it vibes with the old school urban hip hop sound he’s been going for.

“yoons’ help me out with this one.” he explains when a smooth bass filters through.

it’s melodic, nothing like anything else he’s played before.

her brother’s talented where he wants to be, but she’d rather die before letting him know.

“boo sucks at everything he does.” she replies happily, turning one of the few dials she knows. unlabelled and confident.

“you suck too.” he pulls her in his lap; the gaming chair he bought from jungkook creaks.

her eyes are closed as he kneads her skin; digging at his favorite spots. his lips search for her’s from the shoulder onward and up.

his voice is steady out the speaker, raw and rough.

it reminds her of their recent escapade in the pantry. tucked behind sauce and spice, bending out of pots and pans’ way.

she can taste him if she tries,

“and swallow.”

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Welche Sexstellung sie bevorzugen which sex position they prefer

Namjoon: Von Hinten während du dich aufs Bett kniest, dein verführerisches Hinterteil wäre die reinste Verlockung für ihn, er würde es während er dich hart durchnahm, Kneten und ab und zu leicht drauf hauen da er weiß das es dir gefällt, das bestätigst du ihn nämlich jedes Mal mit einem Stöhnen.

Namjoon: From behind while you kneel on the bed, your seductive buttocks would be the purest temptation for him, he would knead it while he took you hard and hit it lightly from time to time because he knows that you like it, you confirm that every time Sometimes with a groan.

Seokjin: Er bevorzugt Löffelchen, da es für euch beide so bequemer war, dabei würde er dein Bein anheben um besser in dich stoßen zu können. Er würde so auch die richtige Stelle in dir treffen.

Seokjin: He prefers spooning as it would be more comfortable for both of you that way, while he would lift your leg to better thrust into you. He would also hit the right spot in you.

Yoongi: Er liebt es wenn du ihn reitest, das ist die perfekte Position um sich nicht viel zu bewegen, aber das ist nicht alles er liebt es dir zu zusehen wie du dich auf ihm bewegst und wie sein Schwanz immer wider aus dir hinaus gleitet.

Yoongi: He loves it when you ride him, it's the perfect position so he doesn't move much, but that's not all he loves watching you move on top of him and his cock sliding out of you again and again.

Hoseok; Hoseok wäre nicht faul und würde sogar noch extra was anstrengenderes bevorzugen. Er würde mit dir den Delfin machen und deine Hüfte zu sich hoch Stämmen, dabei hat er deinen Arsch in seinen großen Händen. Erst würde er etwas langsam starten aber nachher richtig Gas geben und dich zum Schreien bringen.

Hoseok; Hoseok wouldn't be lazy and would even prefer something more strenuous. He would do the dolphin with you and lift your waist up towards him with your ass in his big hands. At first it would start a little slowly but then really accelerate and make you scream.

Jimin: Jimin wäre für etwas mehr Erotik. Er sitzt mit dir auf der Bettkante mit dir auf seinem Schoß, du hattest deine Beine um seine Hüfte geschlungen und die Arme um seinen Nacken. Er presste eure nackten Körper feste aneinander während er langsam und intensiv in dich stieß.....irgendwann würde er es aber nicht mehr aushalten und würde härter zu stoßen und immer wider deinen G-Punkt treffen.

jimin: Jimin would be up for something more erotic. He's sitting with you on the edge of the bed with you on his lap, you had your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. He pressed your naked bodies tightly together as he thrust into you slowly and intensely..... Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and would thrust harder and hit your g-spot.

Taehyung: Tae wäre für etwas schlichtes also die Missionarestellung, er sieht gerne wie du unter ihm liegst und die von ihm dominieren lässt, bei jedem seiner harten Stöße windest du sich unter ihm wegen seinem großen Schwanz. Du krallst die irgendwann in seinen Rücken als er dann begann Knutschflecken an deinem Hals zu verteilen.

Taehyung: So Tae would be the missionary position for something simple, he likes to see you lying underneath him and letting him dominate you, with each of his hard thrusts you squirm under him because of his big cock. You claw it in his back at some point as he then started spreading hickeys on your neck.

Jungkook: Er würde dich einfach mit seiner Kraft hochheben und an die Wand drücken, du hältst sich an seinen Schultern fest und legst die Beine fest um seine Hüfte. Er würde ohne Vorwarnung einfach mit seinen Schwanz hart in dich ein dringen. Das allein wäre schon genug um dich zum kommen zu bringen. Aber danach lässt er sich mehr Zeit um dich zu genießen er war einfach davor zu ungeduldig und wollte sehen wie du reagierst.

Jungkook: He would just use his strength to lift you up and push you against the wall, you hold onto his shoulders and wrap your legs tightly around his waist. Without warning, he would simply thrust his cock into you hard. That alone would be enough to make you come. But after that he takes more time to enjoy you he was just too impatient before and wanted to see how you react.

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I haven't been really reading fanfics lately but 'mutual help' still has me in a chokehold I swear this is one of those slowburn stories that makes you pull you hair from frustration and I absolutely love it!!!! @personasintro you outdid yourself again queen

#now im gonna rant abt the latest chapter so if you dont want any spoilers just scroll past this #i hate jk. there. i said it #they obv both hurt each other because of their pettiness but he fails to realise it ALWAYS affects oc more no matter how much she denies it #she was HUMILIATED and has every right to feel like she was used and jk is the one to blame here!! #the most important thing after such intense sex is taking care of your partner afterwards!!! #the lack of aftercare can mess up with your partner's mental wellbeing pretty easily so oc must have felt like shit doing the walk of shame #- to the camp #and this man did not even batt an eyelash!!!!!!!! #he knew ester is no competition for oc whatsoever yet he used oc's previous one time fling with yoongi against her #THATS EVIL #if they dont sort out their feelings asap im gonna declare they might not be good for each other after all😬 #you just don't pull shit like that to someone you supposedly care about even in the heat of the moment you should be able to control urself

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a helping knot

i wrote this during finals, i am not proud of it at all, but i really wanted to write but didnt have the brains to produce something good. JJAJAJAJ so read at your own risk

summary: taehyung never paid attention to his roommates heats, but his late presenting as an alpha makes him suddenly a lot more interested...and worried.

tags: omegaverse , a/b/o , omega yoongi , baby alpha taehyung , heat sex , sexual tension , fat yoongi , pov alternating

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Yoongi is quite spiteful, in the best of ways. So much so, that when Taehyung presented as an alpha, he wasn’t about to move out, or kick his roommate out either. When he emerged from what had clearly been his very first rut to their cramped living room, at the ripe age of 22; Yoongi didn’t even budge. 

Yes, he had assumed that Taehyung was a beta all these years when he met him in that dreadful philosophy class (that Yoongi should’ve taken in his first year but quietly pushed further and further away until he couldn’t avoid it). And the sweetheart freshmen got to him, with a boxy smile and clingy nature, but soothing voice and contemplative speeches. At a time where his roommate was leaving to study abroad and the omega desperately needed someone to share rent with. 

The semester was barely finishing when Yoongi proposed the idea to him.

Even when he thought Taehyung was a beta, Yoongi tried his best to keep all things omega out of sight. And yes, Taehyung would never mind if his roommate brought someone over to spend the heat with (not that he had any contendants, but the thought is nice), or nested outside his room, or was a little too loud with his whines when the first wave hit. But he was a beta, and Yoongi felt just a little bit protective over his roommate; not wanting to show him or burden him with stuff he wasn’t instinctively prepared to handle. 

However, now that Taehyung presented as a late-bloomed alpha… Yoongi hid all things omega for a completely different reason. 

Taehyung knew that there were a lot of things he didn’t know. Of course, all unpresented teens get the same biology class, and he likes to think he always had at least a basic understanding of omega anatomy; never got any complaints. 

But there's so much he was missing out, things that couldn’t just be explained to someone that doesn’t feel it. Or at least he has been struggling to translate any of the new…additions to his body now that he presented… 

Or maybe he is just too humiliated to talk about them, even if they’re obvious. 

The increased appetite, finally matching the omega’s; except  Taehyung’s metabolism seemed to burn everything. Though, if the way his shirts were fitting snug around his shoulders, chest and arms were anything to go by, more than burning it, it was just transforming into muscle. 

His senses were overwhelmingly acute, most people wore scent blockers in the outside world… But going into Yoongi’s room was nearly impossible for him now, pretty much drowning in the omega’s citric smell (he could never quite put a finger on it before but now.

Taehuyng is for sure it smells like oranges and pancakes). Sometimes just painfully aware of his presence in the kitchen while the alpha studied on the couch, ever present and itching at a part of his brain he didn’t know how to satisfy. 

He also found himself lashing out more than usual, sensitivity and irritability running high at the slightest thing where he had once been calm and collected. Though he is getting better at detecting it and stopping his little tantrums, at least. Though it has been incredibly embarrassing for his family and friends, and even Yoongi to quickly blame it on his hormones. And that's not the worst of it. 

No one told Taehyung about the boners. 

He already went through puberty, there is no reason why an added knot at the base of his dick (that he had been quite fascinated by the first few times, but it got old now) should mean any increment in the amount of boners he gets throughout the day. 

Because yeah, there's several of them throughout his day now. It's never too drastic, nothing a bit of willpower and a painful press of his thighs can’t solve. Though when he is in their apartment he is guilty of standing up mid-movie night quite urgently. Yoongi’s scent definitely did nothing to help. And the alpha probably stinks up the place whenever the familiar but oh so dreadful arousal presses heat to his navel. 

Luckily, Yoongi didn’t mention any of it. No matter how blunt Taehyung was, the omega treated him as if nothing had changed. He was eternally grateful. 

Taehyung wishes he was as good at being subtle. 

His roommate went through heats, he knew that ever since meeting Yoongi. But it had never occurred to him what those heats looked like, or how the omega got through them; he had always been so secretive about them and Taehyung didn’t have space in his mind to think about them. Even if he was quite blunt about asking questions to his friends, alpha and omega alike, Yoongi was different. He had made such an effort of keeping things the same as they were with Taehyung’s late presenting. It would be inconsiderate to just ruin that by prodding into Yoongi’s subgender like that. 

The problem is, the alpha’s newfound instincts were on overdrive, they have for this first month after his presenting. Urges to know, to look after Yoongi, to ask about his heats, to ask if he is taking proper care, to at least come in the breaks between waves to bring him water. Seokjin, the poor alpha that has been the subject of all of Taehyung’s whines and incessant questions, tells him it's normal. That as an omega so close to him, his instincts tell him the omega is part of a pack, or a possible mate he has to court, making him feel protective. 

But Taehyung doesn’t feel normal when it's 3:26 am, and the last time he saw Yoongi was after dinner when he excused himself saying that he: 1) wasn’t all that hungry 2) was feeling a bit feverish. Which the alpha knew where all symptoms of Yoongi’s heat starting. And even if it's been hours since then, he can’t possibly go to sleep. How could he when this enhanced senses torture him with the faint noise of Yoongi in the room infornt of his?

He can hear his cries, he can hear the way Yoongi helplessly makes his old bed creak. Moans not sounding pleasured but pained, unsatisfied, deprived of what he wants- what he needs. 

Every muscle in his body twitching to reach across the hall, just a few steps away…  Instincts urging between his ears endlessly. The shaky deep breaths he tries to take in an attempt to calm himself only fill his lungs with the slurty sweetened scent, the sour hint immediately striking him with the dissatisfaction that Yoongi feels. 

Dissatisfaction Taehyung could solve. He has what Yoongi needs. 

He manages to resist that first night, putting on his headphones and pressing his nose deep into his pillow. By the second night, his body starts to respond in selfish want; squirming against the bed as his boxers become tighter, his heartbeat faster. 

What's worse, Taehyung responded back. 

Unable to help himself as his thighs pressed together and his hand caressed at his navel. Not in hesitation, but rather to inhale at the faint caressing of the tips of his fingers against his burning skin, before sipping underneath the waistband. Groaning, in both frustration and pleasure at the feel of the nub at the base of his cock beginning to form already. And when he wraps his hand around it far too tightly, it's hard to tell if it's meant as a punishment or reward. Especially with the loud moan he lets out, shamelessly too consumed in his own instincts to stop it before it's out. The own sound of his voice freezing his movements. 

He takes a cold shower, not daring to come out until he hears (and smells) Yoongi’s wave die down. 

And by the third night, about halfway through Yoongi's heat, the alpha resorts to buying some Melatonin gummies on his way from class. Not that his dreams are any kinder. 

It's haunting, Yoongi’s cries too realistic that when he wakes up he can’t figure out if he heard them for real or not. But the images in his head, those are entirely on him: the omega’s teary eyes, his plump body shivering and squirming, ample thighs wet with slick. Rocking into his hand as he tries to fill himself, fails even with the long fingers deep in him. He needs more, he needs a knot, needs to breed. He needs Taehyung. 

This heat is eating him alive, the idea of Yoongi in pain and displeasure making his gut twist uncomfortably, and his fingers itch. And without the omega to ground him and work as the voice of reason and common sense through the entire hellish week. The first time Taehyung saw him after his heat, the alpha had distinct determination in his eyes when Yoongi walked into the kitchen. 

“Hyung, how are you feeling?” The worry is blatant in his tone. And it seems to startle the both of them, they never mentioned anything about Yoongi’s heats before. While Taehyung is just surprised he managed to voice his concerns at all. 

“Uh… Much better, I felt far too hungry to stay in bed.” Even with his puzzled look he still chuckles through his answer, endeared as he makes his way to prepare some breakfast. But to Taehyung this is just a reminder that Yoongi doesn’t eat through the entirety of his heat. Something he has suppoused since the first time, but now irks the alpha with a sudden desperation. 

“I could go get us something nice! Those leftovers are old…” They aren’t, Taehyung got that pizza yesterday. But he does not care, what matters is that there’s only two slices left of it, and that's not nearly enough to make up for all the meals Yoongi skipped throughout the heat. 

Yoongi eyes the food, sighing. “I don’t want to get dressed.” When he looks back at Taehyung his eyes have a plea, and his lips have a hint of a pout that's beginning to form. The kind that found its way at Taehyung’s heartstrings, to tug at them whenever he purses his lips. 

“You don’t have to! We can go to that drive-through donut place.” It's not uncommon for Taehyung to propose plans like this. He was a sweetheart before presenting as an alpha, thank you very much. But the urgency of it all, especially after Yoongi’s painfully long 5 day heat, was new. He’d feel shy, if this wasn’t how their dynamic always worked. Taehyung could convince Yoongi to do anything with him. 

That's a comforting thought for the conversation he wants to have later.

After Yoongi eats breakfast, though. If he wants to make it through the talk at all. 

The omega smiles, tiredly, but Taehyung already knows he’s got him. “Fine, but you’re driving.” He closes the pizza box and the alpha feels like victory. Not hiding the spread of his grin. A little “yes!” slipping out as he wordlessly rushes to get the car keys and slip his shoes on. Making an effort not to face Yoongi… He knows how sore the omega can be after a heat, it makes mobility a little hard…

His size doesn’t do Yoongi any favours either. Taehyung doesn’t need to turn to see the way the omega’s belly gets in the way of him reaching his toes, even as he sits down. And now he is thinking about it! Which he shouldn’t be!

“Done, let's go.” He sighs, hand heavy on the alpha’s shoulder. 

They’ve always been comfortable in silence around each other, living together does that to you. Or more like, Taehyung is comfortable with the omega’s silences. Has learnt he is listening and he doesn’t mind his little tangents he gets into. Yoongi just coaxes words out of him, in the best way. On the way to the car and during the drive Taehyung just told him about these past 5 days without the omega around. Getting small comments here and there from Yoongi, and that's all he needs. Taehyung feels relieved already that the heat is over and that he is getting his roommate something to eat so soon. 

A particularly strong sense of pride spreads across his chest when he leans over the speaker and doesn’t have to check to order Yoongi’s breakfasts. The  caring act running deeper than he ever remembered it. Something carnal in him being satisfied from finally being able to provide for Yoongi. Even if it's barely the amount he wishes he could give him. 

The soothing sensation is quickly replaced though, it was the same urge to provide that got him 5 of the most hellish days he’s experienced. That's why he has to do this. 

Taehyung waits until Yoongi is halfway through stuffing a donut into his mouth, boxed open on his lap; held in place snugly between the omega’s belly and the glove box of the car. Tries not to pay attention to the warmth in his chest and rather focus on the dread he’s been feeling all week. And, in an attempt to be as casual and subtle as he possibly can, the alpha asks. 

“So… how do your heats usually go?” Horrible delivery from his part, honestly. Voice tight and smile nervously as he tries not to eye Yoongi, keeping his hands tight on the steering wheel and eyes glued to the road. And it's either that or the question itself that makes the omega look puzzled if not a little bit indignant. 

It makes Taehyung feel like he is a teenager all over again, asking his parent’s crude questions about mating cycles. 

“The same as everyone else’s?” The hesitation on his voice is a bti ironic, considering he revealed absolutely nothing in his answer. But the alpha had expected this. 

“I don’t know if all omega’s go through such a hard heat every time…” Still keeping it cool, he purses his lips cutely. Barley daring to side eye Yoongi before quickly looking away. 

“It's not hard, I’m used to it.” It seems like the omega fully lost interest in the conversation as that last sentence comes out muffled by his resumed eating; dusting his cheeks and double chin with powdered sugar. Taehyung rather thinks that he is comfortable in the conversation; which is good, because he wasn’t done. 

“Heats aren’t meant to last more than 3 days, hyung. I know!! I asked!” Not such luck at keeping his cool this far, a whiny tone overtaking his entire speech as he turns to his roomate at the stop of a red light, eyes pleading and worried.  

“You need to stop asking Jimin. He is mated, it's not the same.” He deadpans as his hand reaches for the cup holder by the door, having to fold over, belly inevitably pressing to the poor cabroard box. Taehyung doesn’t know if it's the strain from the movement (he is still sore after all) or the exhaustion towards the alpha’s interrogation that makes him sound a little breathless. 

“He only mated a few months ago! And his heats were shorter ever since he started spending them with Jungkook!” Maybe his tone is a bit childish, even defensive. But the concern he feels is too much! He can’t spend another one of these knowing that Yoongi is withering in pain in his room just a few steps away from Taehyung. 

Any other person would recommend that Taheyung spent Yoongi’s heat elsewhere, far away from the omega. And maybe that's a conversation they would’ve had if Yoongi didn’t avoid talking about his subgender this much! But now it's too late, and Taehyung has another idea in mind. 

“So it doesn’t have to be with a mate, hyung.” His tone is gentler now, and Yoongi even dares to look him in the eyes because of it. “I could help.” And the vulnerability in his eyes is enough to stifle the way Yoongi chokes on his coffee. 

“What?? Taehyung-ah…” It hurts the way a smile is growing on his face, endeared, condescending. He is beginning to object and the alpha’s desperation is evident on his face. Similar to the whine that is about to slip from his mouth. 

Luckily it doesn’t. “Why not?” His tone manages to be gentle despite his urgency. 

“I know, that you presented now so my heats probably seem harder than they are” Why is he consoling Taehyung now, he is the one that spent 5 days in pain! “But I promise I’m fine.” 

“But they could be better. Why not make it better?” He is pretty sure he is pouting now, but it's too late to stop himself. 

“You never spent a heat with an omega.” Yoongi still has that warmth behind his eyes, like he doesn’t want to burden Taehyung with the alpha’s own request. 

“I have my instincts going for me now!” His scent must be starting to stink up the car because he sees the way Yoongi’s face flinches. That or Taehyung’s speech is actually convincing. “We don’t lose anything by trying.” 

He wishes he could know what is happening in Yoongi’s head, but he doesn’t care once the word is out of his lips. “Fine.” 

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They lose everything by trying. 

Yoongi’s seen it happen. 

Omega and alpha friends that succumb to instincts. It's just so easy. Everything in their bodies urges them, as the tension finally breaks and they succumb to the want. Instincts knowing how to escalate everything into perfection. Instincts don‘t know how to clean up the mess afterwards, though. 

He and Taehyung were different, he never had to worry about it because he had made sure the alpha barely remembered Yoongi was an omega at all. And he liked it that way. 

Yes, there were times where he couldn’t help but think about the alpha closest to him, the one that knows Yoongi’s breakfast order, and his schedules, and never pushes him to talk, or makes him feel weird when he does come a little out of his shell. Who stumbled through his presentation so clumsily, it made Yoongi want to coddle him until he figured things out. 

He didn’t, and luckily Taehyung had things figured out quite quickly… Not that it helped Yoongi's instincts… at all. In fact everything got worse. 

The alpha probably couldn't tell, but he stank up every single object he walked past. He so much as washed the mug he had a tea in and the entire kitchen would smell of pomegranate and bitter chocolate. So strong it seemed to burn at Yoongi's nostrils, making his eyes flutter closed; submissiveness rattling his body. 

And even if he always was caring, his acts of service to Yoongi now carried this… weight. Like his knowledge of the omega combined with the instincts that made something that would’ve been clumsy but endearing into something so… stoic but warm. 

It was only natural, if still torturing, that his mind would think of him during heats. 

Maybe that fact should make him all that more excited for his next heat. But it all just sounds like a mix for disaster. A mix that has him hyper aware of the alpha the entire 2 months it takes for his next heat to come. Ironically this time, it's Taehyung’s time to act unaffected. 

Because yes, after that proposition, Taehyung just continued as if nothing happened! As they didn’t both know they would be having sex, heat sex, in about 60 days. 

The wait was excruciating. And as the symptoms of preheat struck him, slowly but noticeably (especially to Taehyung’s enhanced senses) the alpha seemed more and more attentive. And Yoongi, as he slowly descended into madness, he could do nothing but soak all the attention up, his scent sweetening when Taehyung did little favours for him. 

When he was serving Yoongi a second plate just as soon as he was done with the first, before the omega could even utter a word, tugging Yoongi’s hand when Taehyung decided the omega had enough studying and needed a break, or when he came from class with take out bags in his hands. It all seemed to urge his inner wolf more and more excited about the heat, about being taken care of by Taehyung for real. 

And not to mention, he saw the way the alpha had started stocking the entire apartment with food the entire week before. And he certainly will not mention the way his insides turn to putty when he so much as thinks about that fact. 

Yoongi thought he’d have to be the one to take the first step when he woke up with the first symptoms of a fever. All he had to do was walk to the kitchen, focusing all his attention on controlling what he knew was going to be the nervous stutter of his voice. For the alpha to talk before he can. 

“Are you still okay with me helping?” How his voice can sound so casual will remain a mystery to the omega. Poor poor Yoongi who’s heat induced brain can’t explain how he ever survived without this proposition; even before it happened. It had never been considered a possibility for him, to have an alpha he knows, so close to him physically, emotionally!! Just offering himself to Yoongi’s nest…

Okay the heat-haze is definitely getting to him. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m still… I’m still okay with it.” A nervous giddy smile grows on his face. “I was just coming to tell you I’m feeling a little bit…” He tries to find the words. 

“Feverish? Needy?” He interjects, eyes a little wider than he remembers them being, that causal facade slipping off; quite endearingly. Taehyung's true eagerness shining through, the way he always wants to solve Yoongi’s inconveniences for him. The omega feels warmth blooming deep in his stomach. 

“Ready.” He corrects, a little amused. “I want some breakfast first, though.” As he says it, Yoongi starts making his way lazily across the kitchen. Opening the fridge to lean a little to peak inside, belly pressing to his thighs, folding a little into itself in objection to the movement. “Should have enough time to squeeze a meal before the first wave.” He mumbles eyeing his options.

Before he has the time to prepare himself for it, Taehyung’s standing next to him. Warm hand on top of Yoongi’s where it's set on top of the fridge door. “I can get you something, you should go to your nest.” When he looks up towards their alpha their faces are so much closer than he ever remembers it being. “And I’ll meet you there.” It's probably the near distance of each other, but the way Taehyung smiles appears all that much more mesmerising to Yoongi. 

He can recognize the signs of himself slowly, very slowly, sinking into the omega headspace. Submissive, needy, whiny… All things Taehyung would be seeing for the first time today. But even from the last remaining bits of self awareness, there's a bigger part of him that trusts Taehyung enough to want- no, to need to comply with everything he says. 

Yoongi nods. Taehyung lets go of his hand on top of the omega’s letting him let go as well closing the door. Neither of them moving away. “Okay… You bought some cinnamon rolls right?” Its like he just said exactly what Taehyung wanted to hear, because the alpha beams. 

“And I’ll make you some coffee.” He adds without Yoongi needing to even ask. “I’ll meet you there.” If this entire conversation wasn’t enough for tight warmth to twist at his navel, the smile Taheyung offers him afterwards definitely does the trick. 

It's contagious, his own giddy smile spreading on the omega's face before he walks away, feeling lightheaded like he hadn’t in a while before the first wave. Dizziness coming from the excitement instead of the fever. 

Usually, the first wave hits slowly. Maddening want torturing him as he gradually loses his mind. It shouldn’t be different now, they’ll have time to have breakfast and work things out steadily as Taehyung gets a hold of things before Yoongi goes completely submissive. But he barely makes it past the door of his own bedroom. Inhaling his own scent, thickened and palpable on his tongue. It's probably just the nerves. 

His heart speeds up before he can even concentrate to stop it. Chubby hands placed on his chest as he felt it hammering, his chest rising and falling. Letting his hands fall as they caress down his fuller chest and the curve of his stomach. Getting agitated out of seemingly nothing, but he knows. 

Yoongi will be so good for him. He’ll be Taehyung’s, he’ll have an alpha and he’ll be so good Taehyung won’t let him go. 

The part of his head that tells him this is all the preheat talking is becoming smaller and quieter. While the thoughts of the alpha preparing him breakfast across the hallway in the kitchen became louder and needier. Making his hands more urgent as he felt himself up, groping and making the fat on his torso bounce. 

Yoongi’s touches become truly desperate when he scrambles to get out of his shirt. That distinctive, hellish, heat spreading across the pits of his stomach, all across his body. Making his skin break sweat. Sensation of his shirt sticking to the rolls on his back and the folds under his chest are unbearable. The first tracings of his slick began to coat between his cheeks, droopy texture soaking his underwear, and it makes him all that more urgent. 

Clumsily, he starts to strip his shirt off, tugging it off where the hem hugs tightly at the very bottom of his overhang. It seems to cling to every fold stacked on his waist, and by the time his face is stuck in the shirt; it becomes truly suffocating.The stench of his own scent and sweat desperate as he starts walking back in an attempt to take it off properly. His heart beating in his ears, mind only able to focus on the need to be naked for when the alpha arrives. 

A hand presses to his naked, sweaty lower back. Sinking a bit into the fat collected there. 

“Careful hyung.” Taehyung’s voice sounds a bit breathless behind him, tight. But always so deep, Yoongi’s knees get weak with the way it makes his sternorn tremble. There's a quick sound of something being set on the omega’s desk before two large hands are taking the hem of his shirt and finishing to tug it off where it decided to sink under Yoongi’s moobs. The action was slow and deliberate, sure that the two of them had stopped breathing as Taehyung strips him shirtless, the omega hears the way he inhales deeply once he sees him. 

Nothing had prepared Yoongi for the scent. Musky but tart as it burns up his nostrils in that familiar way. “Taehyung-ah…”  He turns to face him, probably already looking like a mess already just from his slight touches and scent in his room. Yoongi would feel embarrassed, if it wasn’t for the alpha’s flushed cheeks and widened eyes, the strengthening of his scent. 

“I–I brought you breakfast.” Something about the tone of his voice reminds Yoongi this is Taehyung's first time helping with someone's heat… probably his first time with someone after presenting as an alpha. 

That realisation alone is enough to stir a new wave of desperation in Yoongi’s gut. Making him shake his head quickly. “N–no—it- it can wait.” His fingers wrap around Taehyung’s wrist. “I need you.” The want is palpable in his voice when he says it. His words hang heavy in the air as they stare at one another. 

It's never too late for him to back down. 

He can’t finish that thought before Taehyung’s lips are pressing against his. 

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Instincts, it's all about instincts. 

Taehyung feels a rush of panic, as the tug in chest takes control. Urging him on what to do seamlessly. Everything his body has been screaming to do for Yoongi, he finally can. And it's so easy. 

His hands immediately cup Yoongi’s naked waist, the omega’s surprised moan muffled by their lips. The noise was enough to make Taehyung’s hand sink into his fatty sides; gripping a little harshly. Yoongi took a few steps back, legs  starting to buckle. But the alpha was quick to follow, crowding the omega’s space until he had to plop onto the bed; he was able to feel the jiggle form where his hands were secured on Yoongi’s body. Struggling to get his weight up to give Taehyung more room, but the alpha doesn’t give him time to struggle, leaning down to cup his thighs, fingers sinking with overspilling  lard as he picks him up.

Yes, Taehyung always considered himself fit, but even lifting Yoongi a few inches off the mattress and climbing on the bed with him is enough to coax a grunt out of him. Stumbling shortly after as Yoongi falls on his back and the alpha follows, towering over him. Both of them gasping, the omega’s curved stomach pressing to Taehyung's, rising high even as he lays down. Their lips clashing hungrier than last time, the alpha relentless as his hands roam all across Yoongi’s body. 

Groaning into his lips at the feel of the omega, his omega, his mind corrects him. The one he gets to take care off for the next few days, plump and ready to take him. Whatever Taehyung gives him. 

He will give everything. 

Their lips part, leaving them gasping for air. Because Taehyung smells it, he smells slick. He feels it, soaking through the pants Yoongi didn’t have the time to take off. Pressing wet against the alpha’s crotch. 

Taehyung doesn’t recognize the sound that makes his body tremble as it comes out of his throat. And Yoongi seems just as widened over it as he feels. But the alpha doesn’t give either of them time to react. As his fingers sink under the tight waistband of Yoongi’s pants, grunting as he starts to tug them off forcefully from Yoongi's thighs. Watching how the light material darkens with the omega's slick. The motions making his body bounce all the way up to his double chin. 

“C-come on Taehyung-ah do it.” Even the omega’s words come out from tight, gritted teeth. But all he can do to help is reach to his overhand and hold it up. Too gone to try and lift his hips. That's fine. 

“I’m trying!” The ripping noise makes Yoongi’s eyebrows shoot up, but his pants finally slide down, showing his plump and wet inner thighs. Strings of slick connecting to one another, the scent intoxicating, making Taehyung’s eyes flutter shut even if he can't physically look away. 

And he can smell it, the confidence oozing off Yoongi’s scent, the heat taking over his head, taking away every worry and reservation the omega has had ever since Taehyung moved in with him. He finally gets to see Yoongi for the omega that he is. And that's an omega that’s completely entirely gone. 

“Strip too. Strip Taehyung, I want you to strip.” His words come out even a little demanding; completely overtaken by need, and the alpha he finally has to solve it. His chubby hands drop his belly, letting it wobble as he reaches for Taehyung’s shoulders. Nails sinking in, gripping his shirt as he tries to tug it off Taehyung’s torso himself, desperate. The alpha can just hunch his back to let him, unwrapping him like a present. His own muskier scent clashing with Yoongi before mixing perfectly. 

The omega’s expression is wild when he finally sees Taehyung’s torso; he feels himself swallowing thickly under his gaze. “Turned into such a gorgeous alpha, didn’t you?” He sighed hungry-eyed, as his hands immediately caressed down Taehyung’s muscular arms. The praise pools heat at his navel, the tent that was already growing in his pants becoming downright painful. Hands fumbling as starts stripping his own pants and underwear; Yoongi’s eyes follow. 

“You’ll take care of me won’t you?” The question dies in his throat when the cold air hits Taeyhung’s dick, making the omega throw his head back in an animalistic moan, just from the sight alone. 

And he can feel the tugging at his chest become more urgent, nodding before he can even formulate the words to reply. As if the dam was finally breaking. “I will. I’ll make you feel so good, hyung.” Taehyung doesn’t even have the self awareness to feel surprised by the harsher tone of his voice, pressing himself flush against Yoongi’s crotch. Even if he isn’t aligned to slide in, feeling the way slick gushes out and coats him full. 

The thighs at either side of his slim hips tremble at the sensation; expression scrunching up. So close, but not nearly enough to satisfy the first wave of need rushing through Yoongi. “Going to fill you up, just like I know you want.” He only separates to be able to look down, aligning his cock to Yoongi. 

The alpha’s heart stammering in his chest, but he still smiles confidently before speaking. “Just like I know you wanted ever since I presented as an alpha.”  Yoongi’s ankles wrap around his lower back, whining. Taehyung doesn’t let it linger, though, as he gradually slides in, groaning at the way Yoongi’s walls take him in, swallow him whole. He notices the way the omega’s expression tightens overwhelmed. 

The clear discomfort in Yoongi’s face, in spite of the ungodly sweetening of his scent, is enough to hold him back, even for just a few seconds until he is fully in. And that restraint is repaid in the way that the omega’s expression softens gradually. Eyebrows scrunching up as he is overtaken by pleasure, small lips parted but muted as all the air is pushed out of his lungs by Taehyung’s slow movement in. There was a tension that fights against Taehyung’s intrusion, but it becomes looser as Yoongi’s body begins to suck him in, to clench around his dick. So overwhelming but so good, his groan rumbles out his chest with a wide grin and his hands tightening where they hold the omega’s thighs. Even if he is fully in, Taehyung leans over to press his torso against Yoongi; pressing just the last bit deeper into him. That small distance is what finally makes the breathless omega whimper.  

Taehyung feels like he is the one going through heat. Arms shaking as he holds himself above Yoongi, the alpha’s eyes wide staring down at the blissed omega; who’s smiling drunkenly up at him.  

“I co-couldn't stop thinking about you.” He whispers, a small smile shaky in his face, as his hand cups Taehyung’s nape. “The entire heat, ju–just wanted to call for you.”  There’s a plea in Yoongi’s words, but there’s that knowledge. Like he knows the alpha has been just as desperate, the entire heat urging to come to him and beg him just to be able to serve Yoongi. 

He can not control the way his hips stutter trying to control himself at his words, the delicious smell, his nose so close to the omega’s neck making him dizzy, eyes fluttering close as he tries to control his body. But before it starts to hurt, Yoongi’s legs tighten around the alpha’s slim waist, nails digging a little into the back of Taehyung’s neck; making him inhale sharply.  “Now…d–don’t hold back.”

The words can barely come out of his lips, Taehyung doesn’t wait a second more before his hips are pulling out, slim body dragging against the curve of Yoongi’s belly and slamming back in. Their moans echoing in sync as their needs are finally satiated; succumbing to their urges as Taehyung’s instincts set the pace. Completely losing control of his actions as he lets his face sink into Yoongi’s neck, pressing open mouthed sloppy moans into his scent gland. Stench so strong the alpha’s hips become aggressive; sending Yoongi’s body jiggling underneath his own, the sound of rolls slapping together echoing with their moans. 

Yoongi’s hands are wandering across Taeyung’s body, tangling in his hair, gripping his nape, nails sinking into the curved muscle of his shoulders. Each thrust made his cries happier, satisfied. But so much more desperate, groaning in pleasure as his chubby hands travel to Taehyung's waist to try and follow the alpha’s movement. 

“Yes–yes, Taehyung-ah…” His name sounds so pretty coming out with that needy tone. The voice of someone who’s gotten a taste and needs more. Taehyung can tell, because he feels the same. Feels what it's like to finally be able to give, to provide, to be good. 

“All that heat- I just wanted to come here…” He groans into Yoongi’s ear, his speech interrupted by the messy kisses he presses on the omega’s faded jaw. Sloppy from his thrusts  “Burst into your nest and take you how I wanted.” Taehyung lifts his head so he can properly look down at Yoongi’s gone expression. He can see the way the omega struggles to pay attention, and struggles to look up at Taehyung. “Just like this.” 

He  grunts as he pushes Yoongi further against the mattress, hands sinking into the thighs as he pushes them against the omega’s chest. As much as his belly allows, folding into deeper rolls as Taehyung lifts his ass barely off the bed. Angling himself deeper with every thrust, bringing Yoongi’s fat chest down to his neck suffocating his gasps.

“Y–yeah, yeah spread open, presenting yourself for me.” His thrusts are slower but so much sharper, strong enough to rock Yoongi and the bed underneath them. And there’s a newfound ache travelling down his jaw, urging him with the need to bite, to mark. Taehuyng silences the instinct with the clashing of his lips against Yoongi’s; swallowing the omega’s moans. “Gonna–Gonna breed you full just like this.” He did not have time to silence the instinct that wanted to knot Yoongi, to pick something else to say. 

The omega didn’t seem to mind, though, with the way he threw his head back helpless. “Yes–Yes I want your knot- alpha, your pups… ngh- please!” It barely manages to be a coherent sentence, before Yoongi’s starts marking Taehyung as his own. Spreading his small teeth along the veins in his neck, digging a little from the way both of their bodies move. 

He was never one to abaid to sub gender roles, but right now feeling his omega claim him, provoked a low groan slip out of his chest. One of the hands dropped Yoongi’s thigh and tangled in his hair, tugging the omega’s head back to bare his neck with a weak whipmer Soft padded neck exposed just for him to drag his tongue across. Letting his instincts take over, his fangs drag over Yoongi’s pulse. “I’m the one that gets to claim you.” He doesn't recognize the tone of his own voice; or the strength of his own thrusts. Animalistic as he humps into the omega’s hole; knot beginning to swell as it slaps harshly with each thrust. 

It's only when the growing knot presses in, barely threatening to stretch past the tightness of Yoongi’s hole, that the omega seems to gain lucidity. Eyes widening as his hands stop gripping Taehyung’s shoulders and tangle in the curls of his hair, making him look up with drunken eyes. And what he sees is a completely gone omega, trying so hard to sound determined as he says. “P–pl–please, make me yours.” Voice sounds so small, as if it would break into a moan if it was anything above a whisper.  

The alpha can’t help but smile down, humps eager with the knowledge that he is about to do what Yoongi has been needing all this time. His expression melts into a moan as he forces his knot inside. Tight but swallowing him whole, the wet noises quiet in comparison to their combined moans, carnal as Taehyung feels Yoongi’s inside take him. Like this is all the alpha was meant to do, fuck his omega through his heat, breed him full of pups.

Time seems to still when Taehyung’s knot pops. Feeling the way Yoongi’s navel stretches with cum and his entire body melts, tension finally easing. Unable to stop his hips from grinding regardless of being held in place, milking himself as his forehead tiredly rests on Yoongi’s. Body finally crumbling on top of the fat omega. 

Like always, the silence is just as comfortable as ever. But the alpha is the first to break it, his head sunk into the other’s neck when he asks “So…Did it help at all?” Grin spreading against the soft padded skin. It could almost be mocking if their heads were not swimming in the heightened scent of satisfaction. 

Still, Yoongi has that last bit of energy in him to chuckle, making Taehuyng bounce on his chest. “Your knot was very useful, yeah.”

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[ggukyunki]

i think of you i want you too i'd fall for you

#cigarretes after sex #bts #jungkook #yoongi #yoonkook #hyyh #yoonkook hyyh #bts hyyh #affection

[correct-bangtannies]

HYYH Hoseok: You're my friend. I love you like a friend- Are you okay?

HYYH Yoongi:

HYYH Yoongi, tearing up: No one's ever said I was their friend before

#bts #incorrect bts quotes #bts incorrect quotes #incorrect hyyh quotes #bangtan sonyeondan #beyond the scene #bts universe #hyyh #jung hoseok #hyyh hoseok #jhope #kim yoongi #hyyh yoongi #suga #sope #source: sex education

[yoon-kooks]

yoongi really said finish that fucking fic before april 21🥹

#'fucking fic' as in better than sex #oc gotta give yoongi that song for his album before his real-life counterpart beats him to the punch #better than sex

[sailoryooons]

Suga's How-To Guide | Mouthful | myg (m)

☾ Pairing: Camboy!Yoongi x f. reader

☾ Summary: Min Yoongi has been a cam boy for a few years now. The work is easy, the money is good, and he has loyal viewers. When he approaches you and asks if you want to be his muse for a ‘how-to’ series, your view on the infamous Yoongi changes.

☾ Word Count: 941

☾ Genre: Friends to lovers, pwp

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

☾ Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content including oral (m. receiving) spit play, hand jobs, playing with Min Yoongi's perfecr bawls, voyeurism, sexual on acts in front of a live audience (on camera), sex work

☾ Published: August 8, 2022

☾ A/N: I don't know, I just wanted some sloppy toppy and this series is supposed to be more drabble-style like this anyway. Enjoy :) 

beta’d by the love of my life @here2bbtstrash who I keep forgetting to tag like a very bad friend ily M

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

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“Fuck just like that,” Yoongi groans, head tilting back. His throat is flush, chest rising and falling unsteadily like the rapid beating of your heart. “God dammit, I don’t need to teach you shit.”

Yoongi doesn’t. Sucking cock is something you know you’re good at. You’ve done it enough times and you enjoy the way it makes your partners fall apart. You enjoy the way it makes them stutter, the way their words slow together and you can feel their muscles jump, body reacting before their mind can.

And Yoongi is beautiful to watch.

Drool slicks out of your mouth, making the glide down his thick cock easier. Your tongue runs along the underside of his cock as your mouth slides down his considerable length again, watching him through your lashes as he bites his bottom lip.

What you can’t fit in your mouth, you pump slowly with your right hand, adding a gentle twisting motion when your lips near your fist. It’s wet and messy, tears trickling down your cheeks when you take him deep into the back of your throat, his tip brushing against your soft palate.

Yoongi is a vision. Lips bitten and turned a shade of strawberry, hair pressed against his sweaty brow. There are marks on his neck, blooming like hyacinths from your greedy mouth.

Even now, your left-hand digs marks into the meat of Yoongi’s thigh, his muscle flexing as one of his hands grips the back of your head. His fingers apply pressure to your scalp, but he doesn’t force you down on him more. His fingers are needy, begging, desperate. He doesn’t fuck up into your mouth, but you can tell he wants to.

But that’s not what today’s session is. Today’s session is about how to suck cock, and Yoongi provides a stream of conscious, mumbled commentary when he can remember that he has viewers.

You’re determined to make him forget.

Yoongi has lost himself in the heat of your mouth again. You moan around him, popping him out of your mouth to kitten lick the tip of his cock. And fuck – his cock is perfect like the rest of him. Even as he slowly pulled the zipper down at the beginning of the stream, you knew.

The fact that your face is now on camera as much as Yoongi’s is doesn’t cross your mind. Not when he lets out a whine as your tongue licks his slit. Not as you gather the spit in your mouth, letting it drip on the head, Yoongi’s cock glossy and dark and swollen.

“Fuck, where do you want me to cum?” it comes out breathless. Yoongi’s breath is heaving, the hand propping him up tangled in the sheet of his bed. His thighs are quaking and his eyes are squeezed shut, long lashes stark against his cheeks. “Gonna cum soon.”

You suckle on the tip, humming contentedly. “My mouth,” you murmur after letting go of the tip with a lewd pop. “I can swallow.”

“God dammit,” he chuckles. His voice is raspy and deep. “Always- shiiiiit – always ask your partner where they prefer you – fuck – to cum.”

Yoongi keeps losing his train of thought, barely able to get the sentence out to inform his viewers. You don’t care about them. You care about the way his dusky nipples are pebbled and the way his hips squirm on the bed as he fights off shivers driven by your hungry mouth.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he sighs, held tilted to the ceiling. For a moment, it looks like he’s praying, a warm glow from the ring light behind you making him glow at the edges. “Feels so good.”

Something akin to pride surges through you as you lick down his shaft, ducking down to give a teasing lick at his balls. Yoongi lets out a high-pitched sound. You look up at him, pausing and watching him as his eyes blink open to look down at you. He can barely keep them open, drowsy with pleasure.

“Oh?” you ask. A smile teases your lips and you give a gentle suck again before lifting to look up at him. “Yeah?”

“Baby.”

It’s a warning, but there’s a soft curve to his lips. Stroking his cock slowly, you dip back down, eyes fixed on his charcoal gaze as you gently run your tongue over the soft skin again, watching the way he can’t keep his eyes open.

You experiment, tongue inquisitive and seeing what other noises you can draw out of him. Yoongi collapses backward, laying down entirely on the bed. You remove your mouth and nip his thigh, teeth leaving pink crescents in his skin.

“I want to see you.”

“Fuck. You like watching me lose it?”

You lick the teeth marks on his thigh, hand pausing on his shaft and giving him a gentle squeeze. “Yes.”

His laugh is deep and scratchy. Taking a deep breath, Yoongi shuffles and props himself up by the elbows. His hair is sticking up everywhere, and his eyes are glassy, his round cheeks rosy. He looks so beautiful that for a moment, you’re not on your knees with a pillow under you, and there are not thousands of people watching you suck him off on camera.

Yoongi smiles at you, all gums and soft, crinkling eyes. “You’re pretty,” he murmurs. Heat crawls up your neck as you grunt, hiding your face by pulling his cock back into your mouth. He groans. “Fuck. I like having you around.”

You hum, satisfied. And when he does cum, he does it with a shout and going boneless as you grin around a mouthful of him.

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[nostxlgiax]

burning flames (or paradise) | jjk

title: burning flames (or paradise) | jjk (18+)

pairing: jeon jungkook x eader

genre: angst, drama, smut

word count: 1.8k

status: complete

synopsis: reader's never killed a man, until of course, she does.

warnings: unprotected sex, minor injuries, stalking, paranoid, implied self harm, readera and yoongi had a thing, minor character death

“do you know how to use a knife?” 

she sees him through the fogged mirror.

her face is freshly washed, body shaven, and soft as silk. 

“i chop my vegetables as good as the next girl.” 

his hands rest where they always do, tattooed fingers disappearing in brushed knit. 

“i wouldn’t go for the obvious cut,” the knot slowly comes undone. “if i were in your place, i'd want the fucker to bleed out—slow.”

his kiss is cruel.

“good thing you aren’t.” 

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[moondark00]

Wenn ihr einen Filmabend macht (smut) When you're having a movie night (smut)

Szenario: ihr habt alle zusammen beschlossen einen Film zu schauen abends, da ihr mal wider etwas zusammen machen wolltet. Scenario: you all decided to watch a movie together in the evening because you wanted to do something together. Ger- vers:

Namjoon: Ihr saßt alle auf dem Sofa und saht euch den Film an. Dir wurde nach und nach kalt und du standest auf um dir eine Decke zu holen, dabei gingst du an deinem Freund vorbei der nicht anderes konnte als auf deinen Hintern zu starren da er so vorzüglich präsentiert wurde. Als du wider kam wolltest du zurück an deinen Platz, jedoch packte Namjoon dich an deine Taille und zog dich auf seinen Schoß. Er nahm dir die Decke weg und legte sie um euch beide herum. Du hast dich ein wenig gewundert wieso er dich jetzt auf seinem Schoß haben wollte, doch du merktest es schnell anhand der Beule in seiner Hose die du unter dir an deinem Intimbereich spürtest. Man konnte genau fühlen was es war, da er nur eine Jogginghose anhatte und du eine kurze und locker sitzenden Shorts zum schlafen. Die Anderen waren viel zu sehr an dem Film interessiert um zu merken das Namjoon jetzt anfing deinen Nacken und Hals mit sanften Küssen zu bedecken so wie du es liebtest. Da ihr Beiden von der Decke verdeckt seit konnte niemand sehen wie Jooni sich an dir rieb, es brachte dich dazu wie immer die Fassung zu verlieren bei ihm und so konntest du nicht anderes als deinen Kopf zur Seite zu drehen und ihn innig zu Küssen, der Kuss war verlangend und wirklich etwas zu viel, ein Glück das niemand auf euch achtete. Seine Zunge und deine begangen sich zu bekämpfen, ein Kampf den du irgendwie nie gewinnst. Er löste langsam den Kuss als er den Kampf gewann, dabei sah er dir voller Hunger und Lust in die Augen. Du hättest gerne seinen Blick erwidert wenn nicht auf einmal ein Räuspern von Yoongi zu hören war. Ihr saht Beide in seine Richtung, die Anderen hatten es bis dahin immer noch nicht gemerkt, doch Jin und er schon, kein wunder sie würden vermutlich das selbe machen wenn ihre Freundin jetzt dabei gewesen ist. "Y/N und ich sind etwas Müde deswegen verabschieden wir uns hier schon einmal" fing Namjoon an und stand mit dir auf. du wusstest genau das er jetzt auf keinen Fall schlafen gehen würde so wie Suga und Jin, während der Rest sich von euch Ahnungslos verabschiedet. Als ihr zurück in seinem Apartment wart und die Tür ins Schloss viel, konntest du gar nicht so schnell reagieren wie er dich auch schon gegen die Wand neben der Tür drückte und gierig küsste. Du hättest ihn erwidert wenn er den Kuss nicht wider gelöst hätte und dich nur Hungrig anstarrt "Was ist los ?" fragtest du verwirrt du merktest das er zögerte "Naja ich bin mir grad nicht sicher an welchen platz ich dich haben will" grinst er. " wie wärs wenn wir erst hier anfangen und uns dann weiter arbeiten bis wir im Schlafzimmer an kommen" schlugst du vor und anscheint gefiel ihm deine Idee den er hob dich an die Wand und zog seine Hose nur so weit aus das sie seine Erektion herausspringen lies. Deine Short riss er dir komplett runter und ohne Vorwarnung drang sein großer Penis schon in deine völlig durchnässte Muschi ein , er liebte dies, weil deine Reaktion darauf ihn nur noch geiler machte, der Moment wenn du anfängt laut seinen Namen zu stöhnen und deine Augen sich vor vergnügen schliessen, das Gefühl wenn du endlich um seine Länge bist, so warm und Eng "Gott hab ich das vermisst.....ich hab dich wirklich wie verrückt vermisst...das nächste mal werd ich nicht mehrere Wochen arbeiten" keuchte er nur verloren in deiner Hitze . Ihr habt es wirklich überall getan wo ihr es am liebsten hattet, in der Küche über die Kücheninsel gebeugt, auf dem Sofa wo du ihn geritten hast usw... ( da könnt ihr gerne eure eigenen Vorstellungen dazu tun ;) ) Es war schon eine Ewigkeit her das ihr so viel hinter einander sex hattet geschweige den so geil auf einander wart, aber es war auch kein Wunder Namjoon war vor kurzem wider viel am Arbeiten und hatte nicht so viel Zeit, wer würde da nicht wenn die Arbeit fertig ist das tun was man brauchte wenn man das verlangen nach seiner Freundin hat. Eng -vers:

Namjoon: You all sat on the sofa and watched the film. You gradually got cold and got up to get a blanket, passing your friend who couldn't help but stare at your butt as it was presented so exquisitely. When you came back you wanted to go back to your place, but Namjoon grabbed you by your waist and pulled you onto his lap. He took the blanket from you and wrapped it around you both. You wondered a little why he wanted you on his lap now, but you quickly noticed the bulge in his pants that you felt on your private parts. You could feel exactly what it was as he was only wearing sweatpants and you were wearing short and loose fitting shorts for sleeping. The others were way too interested in the film to notice that Namjoon now started to cover your neck and neck with soft kisses like you loved it. Since the two of you were covered by the blanket, no one could see Jooni rubbing against you, it made you lose your composure with him as usual and so you couldn't do anything but turn your head to the side and kiss him deeply, he Kiss was demanding and really a bit too much, luck that nobody paid attention to you. His tongue and yours began fighting, a battle you somehow never win. He slowly broke the kiss as he won the fight, looking into your eyes with hunger and lust. You would have liked to return his gaze if Yoongi didn't suddenly clear his throat. You both looked in his direction, the others still hadn't noticed until then, but Jin and he did, no wonder they would probably do the same thing if their friend was there now. "Y/N and I are a bit tired so let's say goodbye here" Namjoon started and got up with you. you knew that he wouldn't go to sleep like Suga and Jin, while the rest of you said goodbye to them. When you were back in his apartment and the door was slammed shut, you couldn't react as quickly as he was already pressing you against the wall next to the door and kissing you greedily. You would have replied if he hadn't broken the kiss and just stared at you hungrily "What's wrong?" you asked confused you noticed that he hesitated "well i'm not sure right now which place i want you in" he grins. "How about we start here and then work our way down to the bedroom" you suggested and apparently liked your idea as he held you up against the wall and pulled his pants down just enough to allow his erection to pop out . He ripped your shorts off you completely and without warning his big penis was already penetrating your completely soaked pussy, he loved this because your reaction to it only made him hornier, the moment you start moaning his name out loud and your eyes widen Closing with glee, the feeling when you're finally his length, so warm and tight "God I missed that…..I really missed you like crazy…next time I won't work several weeks" gasped he just lost in your heat . You really did it everywhere you liked it most, in the kitchen bent over the kitchen island, on the sofa where you rode him etc… (feel free to add your own ideas ;) ) It was one It's been a long time since you've had sex so much in a row, let alone being so horny for each other, but it's no wonder Namjoon has been working a lot lately and didn't have that much time, who wouldn't do that when work is done what you need when you have the desire for your girlfriend.

Ger- vers: Seokjin: Der Filmabend war irgendwie nicht das richtige für euch, da Jungkook und Tae unbedingt einen Horro film sehen wollten. Jin und du klammerten sich jedes mal wenn ihr euch erschrecktet an einander, vor allem wenn Hobi sich erschreckte und dann wie die Opfer am kreischen war. Ein wunder das die Nachbarn nicht dachten das ihr grade jemanden ermordet. Ihr hattet zwar Angst, aber diesen aneinander Schmiegen hatte schon irgendwas. Bei dem letzten mal wo ihr wider aufgeschrien habt und euch fest umschlungen in die Augen saht, war der Film nur noch neben sächlich, du saßt auf seinem Schoß und deine Brüste wurden fest gegen seine Brust gedrückt, wodurch er nicht mehr an den Film denken konnte sondern nur daran wie deine Brüste sich gut anfühlen und wie er es liebte ihnen zu zu sehen wen sie im Bett bei jedem Stoß von ihm Hüpften. Du konntest deutlich zwischen euch spüren wie er langsam Hart und immer größer wurde, du sahst nach oben in seine verträumten Augen und wusstest sofort was er sich vorgestellt hat, das er deine Brüste liebt war kein Geheimnis, er sagte dir das oft beim Sex wenn er sie mit seinen Händen umfing und sanft knetete. Der Film hatte wohl doch etwas gutes ihr hattet schon seit einer Woche nicht mehr diese Intimität da die Jungs viel trainieren mussten für ihren neuen Song. So oft hab ihr euch nicht gesehen, du hattest auch ein wenig angst das es der Beziehung schaden könnte, aber du merktest jetzt wider das du dir grundlos Sorgen gemacht hast. Jin sah kurz ob grade irgendwer euch beobachtet, jedoch waren die anderen damit beschäftigt angst zu haben oder Hobi zu beobachten. Er küsste dich sofort als er sah das niemand schaute und dieser Kuss sagte noch mehr als sein Blick davor, er war wild und verlangend, du warst ganz hin und weg und fühltest dich schon leicht überfordert direkt vor seinen Freunden so rum zu knutschen. Nach dem Kuss küsste er deinen Hals hinab und keuchte dir ab und an in Ohr bei jedem Mal wen du dich an seine Erektion mit deiner bekleideten Muschi presst, du trägst nur ein langes Shirt von ihm und dein Höschen, er konnte also spüren das es dich ebenfalls erregte. "Jin...ich will dich jetzt...las uns zurück" flüsterst du verführerisch in sein Ohr, doch er wollte noch nicht so schnell er wollte dich noch ein wenig ärgern, seine große Hand glitt unter dein Shirt und umfasste die linke Brust, er fing unauffällig diese sanft zu knetten,seine kalte Hand auf deiner nackten Brust macht dich verrückt vor allem, weil er dann auch noch deinen Nippel zwischen zwei Finger nahm und diesen dann ein wenig zwirbelte und dran zog Du musstest dir auf die Lippe beißen um nicht nach mehr zu stöhnen "Bitte .....ich kann mich nicht zurückhalten wenn du meine Brust zu knetest ..." bettelst du um ihn zu überzeugen. "Na gut jagiii aber wenn wir im Schlafzimmer sind will ich keine Zurückhaltung von dir ..es ist schon wieder viel zu lange her für meinen Geschmack". Ihr verabschiedet euch gar nicht erst, da der Rest es sowieso nicht gehört hätte, die waren zu beschäftigt und Hobis schreien übertönte alles. Als ihr endlich im Schlafzimmer ankamt schmiss er dich aufs Bett und zog das Shirt aus was du trugst, Erst begann er damit deine Brüste zu verwöhnen mit seinen Händen und seinen Mund, er machte überall Knutschflecken drauf, du wusstest genau das es für die nächsten Wochen keine Tops für dich gab, es war dir, aber egal als er dann anfing mit dir Sex zu haben. Und das nicht nur 1 mal . Engg-vers:

Seokjin: The movie night was somehow not the right one for you, since Jungkook and Tae really wanted to see a horror film. Jin and you would cling to each other every time you were startled, especially when Hobi was startled and then shrieked like the victims. It's a wonder the neighbors didn't think you were about to murder someone. You were scared, but there was something about that nestling together. The last time you cried out again and looked into each other's eyes tightly, the film was only marginal, you were sitting on his lap and your breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, which made him unable to think about the film but just how your breasts felt good and how he loved watching them bounce in bed with every thrust from him. You could clearly feel between you how he was slowly getting harder and bigger, you looked up into his dreamy eyes and knew immediately what he had in mind, that he loves your breasts was no secret, he often told you that during sex when he wrapped her in his hands and gently kneaded. There was something good about the film, you haven't had this intimacy for a week because the boys had to train a lot for their new song. You didn't see each other that often, you were a little afraid that it could damage the relationship, but you now realized that you were worrying for no reason. Jin caught a glimpse of anyone watching you, but the others were either scared or watching Hobi. He kissed you immediately when he saw that no one was looking and this kiss said even more than his look before, it was wild and demanding, you were completely blown away and felt slightly overwhelmed kissing around in front of his friends. After the kiss he kissed down your neck and occasionally gasped in your ear every time you pressed against his erection with your clad pussy, you're only wearing a long shirt of his and your panties so he could feel it you also aroused. "Jin…I want you now…let's get back," you whisper seductively in his ear, but he didn't want to be too quick, he wanted to annoy you a little, his big hand slid under your shirt and clasped your left breast , he inconspicuously started kneading it gently, his cold hand on your bare breast drives you crazy, especially because he then also took your nipple between two fingers and then twisted it a little and pulled it. You had to bite your lip to change not moaning for more "Please…..I can't stop myself if you knead my chest…" you beg to convince him. "Okay jagiii but when we're in the bedroom I don't want any restraint from you..it's been way too long for my liking". You don't even say goodbye as the rest wouldn't have heard anyway, they were too busy and Hobis screaming drowned out everything. When you finally arrived in the bedroom he threw you on the bed and took off the shirt you were wearing, first he started to caress your breasts with his hands and his mouth, he put hickeys everywhere, you knew exactly what it was for the next few weeks there were no tops for you it was you but never mind once he started having sex with you. And not just once.

Ger-vers: Yoongi: Du dachtest Yoongi wäre eingeschlafen, weil er die Augen geschlossen hatte und seinen Kopf auf deine Schulter lag. Der Film war kurz vor dem Ende als er dir einen Kuss auf deinen Hals legte, du zucktest überrascht zusammen als du er bemerktest.Seine weichen Lippen auf der sensiblen Haut zu spüren erregte dich auf eine überraschende Weise . Dein blick fuhr zu ihn hinunter, er grinste nur mit einem Auge offen und dem Anderen zu. Er hat dich mit Absicht geärgert und das wusstest du, du kennst deinen Freund gut genug. Die Hand die er auf deinen Oberschenkel gelegt hatte rutschte jetzt weiter hinauf und knetete diesen leicht und langsam, es war so unauffällig das es niemand der Anderen bemerkt hatte. Dein Gesicht errötete sich leicht um die Wangen herum und du versuchtest ruhig zubleiben, doch als du deine innere Mitte wider fandest biss er dir leicht in den Hals und fing an daran zu saugen, du musstest dir auf die Unterlippe beißen um ein Stöhnen zu unterdrücken Du wärst am liebsten auf gesprungen und hättest ihn es zurückgezahlt ....Moment mal wieso den auch nicht. Als er sich von deinem Hals löste und stolz den Knutschfleck betrachtet den er dir vor Sekunden gemacht hat, sah er dein fieses Schmunzeln und wusste sofort das du es ihm heimzahlen willst. Du legtest deine Hand auf seinen muskulösen Oberschenkel und fuhrst mit  deiner Hand quälend langsam hinauf und bliebt genau auf seinem Schritt stehen. Er hätte damit rechnen müssen das du ihn ebenfalls Ärgern würdest "Oh baby bist du dir sicher das du dieses Spiel spielen willst vor unseren Freunden" fragte er dich herausfordernd und du nicktest zustimmend bevor er seine Finger in dein enges Loch führte, ihr spieltet beide mit dem Feuer. Deine Hand fuhr in seine Hose und neckte seinen erregten Penis in dem du mit einem Finger nur über den dicken Kopf kreise fuhrst. Yoongi keuchte in dein Ohr, was dir auf dem ganzen Körper Gänsehaut brachte. Er klaute deine Idee und fing an die schleife an deinem Hosenbund von deiner Shorts zu öffnen um mit seiner Hand in deine Hose zu gelangen und dort sanft über deine freie Muschi zu fühlen , was dich dazu brachte scharf die Luft ein zu atmen. ihr hättet noch stunden so weiter machen können wenn nicht die Anderen es bemerkt hätte, ihr hörtet nur ein Räuspern von Jin und Namjoon " wir sollten vielleicht lieber gehen und Y/N und Yoongi alleine lassen" sagte Jin und stand auf, der Rest bemerkte es jetzt auch und ging "Ihr seit ekelig sowas vor uns zu machen" kam es von Tae  "Ihr hättet ja nicht in meine Wohnung kommen müssen, damit hättet ihr rechnen müssen" konterte Yoongi als würde das ganz normal für ihn sein dich von seinen Freunden zu verw��hnen. Als alle weg waren drückte er dich direkt auf die Couch zurück und beugte sich über dich."jetzt wirst du dafür bestraft mich herausgefordert zu haben baby". ich sag nur eins.. du konntest am nächsten Tag nicht mehr laufen. Eng-vers:

Yoongi: You thought Yoongi fell asleep because he had his eyes closed and his head on your shoulder. The movie was about to end when he placed a kiss on your neck, you flinched in surprise when you noticed him. Feeling his soft lips on sensitive skin aroused you in a surprising way. Your gaze went down to him, he just grinned with one eye open and the other closed. He teased you on purpose and you knew it, you know your friend well enough. The hand he had placed on your thigh now slid further up and kneaded it lightly and slowly, it was so inconspicuous that nobody else had noticed. Your face blushed slightly around the cheeks and you tried to stay calm, but when you found your inner center again, he bit your neck lightly and started sucking, you had to bite your bottom lip to stifle a moan would have liked to have jumped on and paid him back ….wait a minute why not that too. When he pulled away from your neck and proudly looked at the hickey he gave you seconds ago, he saw your nasty smile and knew immediately that you wanted to get even with him. You put your hand on his muscular thigh and painfully slowly ran your hand up, stopping right on his crotch. He should have expected you to tease him as well. "Oh baby are you sure you want to play this game in front of our friends" he challenged you and you nodded in agreement before he guided his fingers into your tight hole, you both playing along the fire. Your hand went into his pants and teased his aroused penis by circling his thick head with one finger. Yoongi gasped into your ear, giving you goosebumps all over your body. He stole your idea and started unbuckling the waistband of your shorts to reach his hand in your pants and there gently feel over your exposed pussy, causing you to inhale sharply. you could have gone on for hours if the others hadn't noticed, you only heard Jin and Namjoon clearing their throats "we should probably go and leave Y/N and Yoongi alone" Jin said and got up, the rest noticed now too and went "You're disgusting doing something like that in front of us" came from Tae  "You shouldn't have come to my apartment, you should have expected that" Yoongi countered as if that were completely normal for him to you from his friends pamper. When everyone was gone he pushed you right back onto the couch and bent over you. "Now you're going to be punished for challenging me baby." I'll just say one thing.. you couldn't walk the next day.

Ger-vers: Hoseok: Ihr hattet eigentlich andere Pläne für heute Abend, doch die Jungs kamen einfach vorbei  und legten eine Film ein um mit euch etwas Zeit zu verbringen. Du saßt auf der gegenüberliegenden Seite der Couch und hast versucht dich auf den Film zu konzentrieren, jedoch spürtest du den Blick von Hobi der über deinen Körper wandert und dich förmlich auszog. Du erwidertest seinen Blick irgendwann und seine hungrigen Augen erregten dich so sehr wie noch nie, ihr hattet eigentlich vor heute nach langem wider Sex zu haben nach dem sie ihr Comeback gut überstanden haben und nichts mehr großes anstand hat er wider Zeit für dich, ihr habt euch so gefreut das du sogar Reizunterwäsche in rot für dieses Abend angezogen hast, die von deinem Bademantel verdeckt wurden ist. Hobi wurde etwas unruhig und wippte nervös mit den Bein, er spreizte seine Beine ein wenig weiter als zuvor um platz für seine Erektion zu machen, er zupfte ein an seiner Hose herum um sich irgendwie unauffällig berühren zu können, was du von deinem Platz aus sehr gut sehen konntest.Die Vorstellung wie es hätte sein können erregten dich und du schlugst deine Beine übereinander was führ ihn das Zeichen war das du genau so sehr ihn willst wie er dich. Ihr konntet nicht aufhören euch lüsterne blicke zu zu werfen. Du zogst deinen Bademantel ein wenig zur Seite so das. die Spitze des BH den du trägst hervor guckt. Hobis Reaktion war göttlich, er wusste nicht das du für ihn extra etwas schönes trugst, aus dem Grund weiteten sich seine Augen vor Überraschung. Wenn die Member nicht da wären hätte er dich schon längst über die Lene der Couch gebeugt und dich mit seinem dicken Schwanz gestopft. Hobi stand langsam auf und ging an dir vorbei, dabei flüsterte er in dein Ohr "komm mit ins Badezimmer Sunny ich hab etwas was ich dir gerne zeigen würde" und schon war er wider weg. Aufgeregt wartest du 3 Minuten bevor du dann zu ihm in Badezimmer kam und die Tür leise schlosst damit niemand dich hörte. Hoseok saß  auf dem Deckel der Toilette und fuhr seine länge mit der Hand nach, es erregte dich nur noch mehr zu sehen wie er es sich selbst machte, weil er nicht mehr auf dich warten konnte. Du löstest die Schleife und langsam lies du den Bademantel von deinen Körper fallen, dein Anblick lies ihn laut stöhnen, er liebte alles an dir und jetzt wo du dich so schön präsentiert hast gab es kein halt mehr " oh gott ich liebe dich .....komm her Jagi ich brauch dich jetzt wirklich" befahl er dir und du gehorchst voller Vorfreude auf das was kommen wird. Die Member verliessen nachher eure Wohnung durch das laute Stöhnen und Keuchen von euch konnte man den Film fast nicht mehr verstehen, es war nicht deine Schuld das du so Laut warst, bei Hobis Hüften war es ein Wunder das du nicht geschrien hast so wie sonst.  Eng-vers:

Hoseok: You actually had other plans for tonight, but the guys just stopped by and put on a movie to spend some time with you. You sat on the opposite side of the couch and tried to concentrate on the film, but you felt Hobi's gaze wander over your body and formally undress you. You returned his gaze at some point and his hungry eyes aroused you more than ever, you actually planned to have sex today after a long time after you survived your comeback well and he has nothing big to do against time for you, you have you were so happy that you even put on sexy underwear in red for this evening, which was covered by your bathrobe. Hobi got a little restless and jiggled his legs nervously, he spread his legs a little wider than before to make room for his erection, he tugged at his trousers to be able to touch himself inconspicuously, which you can do very well from your seat The idea of ​​what it could have been like excited you and you crossed your legs which he took as a sign that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. You guys couldn't stop giving each other lustful looks. You pulled your bathrobe a little to the side so that the top of the bra you are wearing peeks out. Hobi's reaction was divine, he didn't know you were wearing something special for him so his eyes widened in surprise. If the members weren't there, he would have bent you over the back of the couch long ago and stuffed you with his thick cock. Hobi got up slowly and walked past you, whispering in your ear "Come with me to the bathroom Sunny, I have something I'd like to show you" and then he was gone again. Excitedly you wait 3 minutes before you come to him in the bathroom and close the door softly so nobody hears you. Hoseok sat on the lid of the toilet and ran his hand down his length, it only aroused you more to see him doing it himself because he couldn't wait for you anymore. You untied the loop and slowly you let the bathrobe fall from your body, the sight of it made him moan loudly, he loved everything about you and now that you presented yourself so beautifully there was no stopping "oh god I love you… ..come here Jagi I really need you now" he ordered you and you obey full of anticipation of what is to come. The members left your apartment afterwards through the loud moans and gasps from you you could hardly understand the film, it wasn't your fault that you were so loud, with Hobi's hips it was a miracle that you didn't scream like usual.

Ger-vers: Jimin: Ihr wart am Kuscheln bis zur Hälfte des Films was ihr Beide wirklich sehr genossen habt du saßt auf seinen Schoß, mit dem Rücken an seine starke Brust gelehnt, seine Arme lagen um deine Schulter und Taille um dich nah an ihm zu pressen, er wurde nach und nach Unruhig das spürtest du und ein wenig entfernte er sich von deinem Körper. Dir konnte so gar nicht kalt werden und trotzdem stand Jimin irgendwann auf um eine Decke für dich zu holen, verwirrt sahst du ihm hinterher als er sich erhob und ins Schlafzimmer ging um eine Decke zu holen. Du wartest einige Minuten und hast dich gefragt wo er so lange bleib, war er vielleicht doch schon müde geworden und hat sich hingelegt. Irgendwann bekamst du eine Nachricht auf dein Handy von ihm, du öffnetest diese Neugierig und ein Bild von Jimins bestes Stück ist darauf zu sehen mit einem traurigen Smiley und dem Satz "ich brauch deine Hilfe bei etwas Jagiyaaa" das Grinsen auf deinem Gesicht konntest du nicht vermeiden. Du standest auf und sagtest den Membern das du gleich wider da sein wirst du gehst nach schauen ob Jimin eingeschlafen ist, wie er es so oft tat ohne bescheid zu sagen. Im Schlafzimmer angekommen schloss du die Tür sofort hinter dir und sahst auch schon einen Jimin auf dem Bett sitzen mit seinem Penis in der Hand und einem Foto von deinen Brüsten welche du ihn ab und zu wenn er auf Tour war Schickst. "ooohh Jagi bist jetzt wirklich zu mir gekommen um mir zu helfen ? du bist so süß" er freute sich was man an dem perversen Lächeln auf seinen vollen Lippen nicht übersehen konnte " ja Jiminii....wir haben jedoch nicht so viel Zeit ich sagte das ich nur kurz nach dir gucken werde also sag mir was du brauchst". Deine Antwort gefiel ihm überhaupt nicht, du warst nicht so sehr auf ihn Fixiert wie du es seinen solltest, deine Gedanken waren zu Unruhig wegen dem Zeitdruck. Er stand auf und ging mit seiner Erektion auf dich zu, du hast erwartet das er von dir wollte das du ihm eine Bläst oder ihn mit deinen Brüsten verwöhnst doch es kam ganz anderes. Er packte dich, drehte dich mit den Rücken zu ihn und presste dich mit seinem Köper an die Tür  so das du zwischen der Tür und seinem Köper gefangen warst. Du spürtest deutlich an seinen Schwanz an deinem runden Arsch "hör zu Prinzessin du bist mir zu viel auf andere Sachen fixiert und das gefällt mir gar nicht also werde ich dafür sorgen das du dich nur auf das Gefühl konzentrierst was ich dir geben kann" keuchte er verführerisch in dein Ohr hinein. Seine Hände wanderten zu deine Höschen was du unter deinem Nachthemd trugst und zog es dir komplett "das behalte ich bei mir wenn du wider zu den Jungs gehst und dir den Film ansiehst..." sagte er und spürte das es schon etwas feucht war von deiner Erregung. Von da an war schluss führ ihn und er schob sich ohne Vorwarnung einfach in deinen nassen und engen Tunnel. Ihr beide habt laute gestöhnt als ihr wolltet, vermutlich haben die Anderen es sogar mitbekommen, doch dir kam der Gedanke das Jimin das wohlmöglich auch genau so wollte. Eng-vers;

jimin: You were cuddling up to halfway through the movie which you both really enjoyed sitting on his lap with your back against his strong chest his arms around your shoulders and waist to squeeze you close to him he was chasing and after restless you felt that and he moved a little away from your body. You couldn't get cold at all and nevertheless Jimin got up at some point to get a blanket for you, you looked after him confused when he got up and went into the bedroom to get a blanket. You wait a few minutes and wondered where he was staying for so long, maybe he was already tired and lay down. Eventually you got a message on your phone from him, you opened it curiously and there is a picture of Jimin's best piece on it with a sad smiley face and the phrase "I need your help with something Jagiyaaa" the grin on your face you couldn't avoid. You got up and told the members you'll be right back you're going to see if Jimin has fallen asleep like he did so many times without saying a word. When you got to the bedroom, you immediately closed the door behind you and saw a Jimin sitting on the bed with his penis in his hand and a photo of your breasts, which you send him every now and then when he's on tour. "ooohh Jagi you really came to me to help me? you are so sweet" he was happy what you could not overlook at the perverted smile on his full lips "yes Jiminii….but we don't have that much time me Said I'll just check on you so tell me what you need He didn't like your answer at all, you weren't as fixated on him as you should be, your thoughts were too restless because of the time pressure. He got up and walked towards you with his erection, you expected him to want you to blow him or spoil him with your breasts, but it turned out to be completely different. He grabbed you, turned your back to him and pressed you against the door with his body so that you were trapped between the door and his body. You clearly felt his cock against your round ass "listen princess you're too fixated on other things for me and I don't like that at all so I'll make sure you just focus on how I can make you feel" he gasped seductively into your ear. His hands wandered to your panties which you were wearing under your nightgown and pulled it off completely "I'll keep that to myself when you go back to the boys and watch the film…" he said and felt that it was already a bit wet from your excitement. From then on it was over and he just pushed himself into your wet and narrow tunnel without warning. You both moaned loudly when you wanted to, the others probably even heard it, but you had the thought that Jimin probably wanted it that way too.

Ger-vers: Taehyung: hatte dieses mal vorgeschlagen einen Film mit euch allen zu schauen, es war komischerweise ein Liebesfilm den die anderen Sogar mit interessierten Gesichtern verfolgten, Männer können schon komisch sein dachtest du dir, jedoch warst du ebenso ein wenig nachdenklich wieso ausgerechnet dieser Film, Tae hatte immer einen Grund für das was er einfach so vorschlug oder auswählte vor allem, weil ihr dieses mal sogar nicht nebeneinander saßt. Deine Gedanken schwirren zu sehr in deinem Kopf und die vielen nur die schlechten Dinge für diese Situation ein...könnte es sein das er mit dir Schluss machen will...oder das es zur Zeit lieber alleine wäre oder oder....Du saßt zwischen Jk und Jin, neben Jk saß erst Tae und sah ab und zu unauffällig zu dir hinüber, was JK bemerkte er flüsterte irgendwas zu dem Älteren doch du konntest nichts verstehen es war nicht laut genug. Jk wusste anscheint mehr als du da er Tae immer wider auf die Sachen in dem Film hinwies. Du wurdest etwas trotzig während du die Beiden beobachtest, wieso sagt er JK was los ist und nicht dir ihr redet doch sonst über alles. Du standest in der Hälfte des Films auf und gingst zurück in eure Wohnung mit den Satz "Ich bin Müde ich geh in Bett" man merkte sofort an deinem Ton das etwas nicht stimmte, die Member waren sich jedoch einig nicht sofort zu fragen wenn dann sollte es dein Freund machen. Du saßt alleine in der Küche und blätterst durch ein paar Zeitschriften als du die Tür ins Schloss fallen hörst. "Schatz bist du da ?" fragte die dunkle Stimme deines Freunds. Du warst doch zu aufgebracht um zu antworten und deswegen schweigst du einfach und tust so als hast du ihn nicht gehört. Er kam in die Küche und seufzte erleichtert "puh du bist doch hier einen Moment lang hab ich mir schon Sorgen gemacht ....was ist los wieso bist du einfach abgehauen wenn du gar nicht müde bist." fragte er enttäuscht und darauf konntest du jetzt gar nicht gut reagieren. "vielleicht weil du mir was verheimlichst und nicht sagen willst was los ist, aber sonst jedem Anderen außer mir" dein Ton war nicht grade der Freundlichste und das wusstest du auch. "ich weiß nicht genau was du meinst ich verheimliche dir nichts wieso sollte ich auch...ich sag dir immer alles" er war im ersten Moment verwirrt und dachte du meinst etwas was er vor einigen Tagen verbrochen hat und er sich nicht mehr daran erinnern kann. "Tu nicht so auf blöd ....du saßt nicht neben mir und hast die ganze zeit mit JK getuschelt...dazu kommt noch das du mich während des Film nicht einmal angesehen hast...bin ich dir nicht mehr gut genug für dich ....hast du vielleicht eine Andere die du lieber sehen würdest ?!" Du schlugst die Zeitschrift zu und wolltest wütend davon stürmen, doch er packte deinen Arm und hielt dich vor ihm an Ort und stelle. "Nein niemals würde ich dir so etwas antun ich habe niemanden den ich so sehr liebe wie dich " Du windest dich in seinem Griff und wolltest seine Ausreden nicht hören bis du hinunter sahst und die Beule in seiner Hose bemerktest. "der Grund wieso ich dich nicht ansah ist weil ich seit des Film Anfang schon hard bin und ich nicht so notgeil rüber kommen wollte und ich war so still weil ich mit konzentriert habe um nicht an dich zu denken wie unwiderstehlich du aussiehst wenn du vor mir Kniest und mich Verwöhnst.." erklärte er dir langsam nach und nach  " Und Kooki hat es herausgefunden und mich eher geärgert als geholfen deswegen bin ich jetzt auch hier ich brauche dich jetzt und keine Sekunde länger kann ich noch warten" er presste seine Lippen auf deine und küsste dich mit solch einem Verlangen wie noch nie. Eng-vers;

Taehyung: had suggested this time to watch a film with all of you, strangely enough it was a love film that the others even followed with interested faces, you thought men can be funny, but you were also a little thoughtful why this film of all things, Tae always had a reason for what he suggested or chose just like that, especially because this time you weren't even sitting next to each other. Your thoughts are racing too much in your head and all the bad things about this situation…could it be that he wants to break up with you…or that it would rather be alone at the moment or or….you sat between Jk and Jin, next to Jk sat Tae and from time to time inconspicuously looked over at you, which JK noticed he whispered something to the older man but you couldn't understand anything it wasn't loud enough. Jk apparently knew more than you as he kept pointing Tae out to things in the film. You got a little defiant watching the two of them, why is he telling JK what's going on and not you, you talk about everything else. You got up halfway through the film and went back to your apartment with the sentence "I'm tired, I'm going to bed." You could tell immediately from your tone that something wasn't right, but the members agreed not to ask immediately if it should make it your friend You were sitting alone in the kitchen flipping through some magazines when you heard the door slam shut. "Sweety are you there ?" asked your friend's dark voice. You were too upset to answer so you just keep quiet and pretend you didn't hear him. He walked into the kitchen and sighed in relief "phew you're here for a moment I was worried… what's the matter why did you just leave when you're not tired." he asked disappointed and you couldn't react well to that now. "Maybe because you're hiding something from me and don't want to tell what's going on, but to everyone else besides me" your tone wasn't exactly the friendliest and you knew that too. "I don't know exactly what you mean, I'm not hiding anything from you, why should I…I always tell you everything" he was confused at first and thought you mean something he did a few days ago and he can't remember can. "Don't pretend….you weren't sitting next to me and chatting with JK the whole time…on top of that you didn't even look at me during the movie…I'm not good enough for you anymore you….do you maybe have someone else you'd rather see?!" You slammed the magazine shut and wanted to storm off angrily, but he grabbed your arm and held you in place in front of him and stood. "No I would never do anything like that to you I have no one I love more than you." You squirm in his grip and didn't want to hear his excuses until you looked down and noticed the bulge in his pants. "The reason I didn't look at you is because I've been hard since the beginning of the movie and I didn't want to come across as horny and I was so quiet because I was concentrating on not thinking about you how compelling you look when you're in front of me Kneeling and pampering me.." he slowly explained to you little by little." And Kooki found out and annoyed me more than helped that's why I'm here now I need you now and I can't wait a second longer" he pressed his lips open yours and kissed you with a desire like never before.

Ger-vers: Jungkook: Kooki und du wart richtig im Film Fiber, es gab wider einen neuen Action Film den ihr unbedingt sehen wolltest. Während des Films reagiert ihr immer wenn es ein Kampf gab oder irgendwas in die Luft geflogen ist mit einem lauten „ Wuhu" Irgendwann wurde er stiller und seine Hand legte sich auf dein Oberschenkel um ab und an rein zu kneifen, er liebte die weiche Haut an deinem Köper, deinen Geruch selbst wenn du kein Parfüm auf gelegt hast. Du merktest das er irgendwie Unruhig wurde und fragtest ihn auch direkt in dem du ihm ins Ohr flüsterst „ ist alles gut ? Findest du den Film nicht mehr so toll ist was passiert das dir nicht gefallen hat?" fragtest du ihn unsicher. Er schmunzelte zu erst bis er sich zu dir bückte und verführerisch in dein Ohr keuchte „ das einzige was mich stört ist nicht in dir zu sein Y/N ...Ich musste mit uns beide in dieser liebes Szene vorstellen und seit dem will ich dich so sehr spüren" deine Wangen färbten sich so rot wie Kirschen.... hatte er das grade wirklich dir neben seinen Freunden in Ohr geflüstert..."jetzt ?  Obwohl die anderen hier sind.?" fragtest du nervös und er nickte „ komm schon ich will nur in dir sein das wird niemand bemerken". Kooki hob dich auf seinen Schoß und legte eine Decke über deine Beine, dann befreite er seinen Schwanz von seiner Jogginghose. Er zog dein Höschen zur Seite und versuchte nicht bei den Anblick deiner feuchten Muschi zu stöhnen. Er neckte deinen Eingang mit seiner Spitze bevor er dann langsam und unauffällig in dich hinein gleitet. Du konntest spüren wie er sich seinen Weg nach und nach bis zu deinem Gebärmutterhals bahnte und genau daran zum Stillstand kam. Du musstet dir fest auf die Lippe beißen damit du dein Stöhnen unterdrücken konntest. Da ihr es heimlich machtet in Anwesenheit seiner Freunde war es irgendwie aufregender und es erregte dich noch mehr, was dein Freund spürte da du ein wenig enger um ihn wurdest. „Schatz du solltest dich ein bisschen beherrschen sonst komm ich noch bevor es erst richtig angefangen hat" stöhnte er leise in dein Ohr . Seine Hände ruhten auf deiner Hüfte während er dich näher an ihn presste und seinen Penis in dir ein wenig zu recht rückte. Er grinste nur bei deinen wimmern was so leise war das nur er es hören konnte. Seine rechte Hand glitt unter die Decke zwischen deine Beine um ein kleines bisschen an deinem Kitzler zu spielen so wie du es gern hattest. So wurde es nur noch schwerer ruhig zu bleiben in seinem Griff, du warst nur noch am hoffen das der Film schnell vorbei ist und ihr das endlich fortsetzen könnt. Es war zwar ein unglaubliches Gefühl ihn bewegungslos in dir zu spüren doch du wolltest mehr und er ebenfalls. Eng-vers:

Jungkook: Kooki and you were right in the movie Fiber, there was another new action movie you were dying to see. During the film, whenever there was a fight or something blew up, you always reacted with a loud "Woo-hoo". At some point he became quieter and put his hand on your thigh to pinch it from time to time, he loved the soft skin your body, your smell even if you didn't put any perfume on. You noticed that he was somehow restless and asked him directly by whispering in his ear "Is everything good? Do you think the film isn't that great anymore? What's happening didn't like it?" you asked him uncertainly. He smirked at first before bending down to you and panting seductively in your ear "the only thing that bothers me is not being in you Y/N…I had to introduce both of us in this love scene and I've wanted you ever since feel so much" your cheeks turned as red as cherries…. had he really just whispered that in your ear next to his friends…"now ? Although the others are here.?" you asked nervously and he nodded "come on I just want to be inside you nobody will notice". Kooki lifted you onto his lap and draped a blanket over your legs, then freed his cock from his sweatpants. He pulled your panties aside and tried not to moan at the sight of your wet pussy. He teased your entrance with his tip before slowly and unobtrusively sliding inside you. You could feel it gradually making its way to your cervix and stopping right there. You had to bite your lip hard to keep from moaning. Since you did it secretly in the presence of his friends, it was somehow more exciting and aroused you even more, which your friend felt as you got a little closer to him. "Darling, you should control yourself a bit, otherwise I'll come before it even starts," he moaned softly in your ear. His hands rested on your hips as he pressed you closer to him and adjusted his penis a little inside you. He just smirked at your whimpers which was so quiet that only he could hear.His right hand slipped under the covers between your legs to play with your clit a little bit the way you liked, making it even harder to keep still to stay in his grip, you were only hoping that the film would be over soon and you could finally continue it.It was an unbelievable feeling to feel him motionless inside you, but you wanted more and so did he.

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Namjoon: We're sleeping with each other and we spend a lot of time together so idk, we haven't put a label on it yet, but I'd say we're exclusive, yeah

Yoongi: Hey Namjoon, this is Hobi, my other fwb, I think the three of us together would be great sex

Hobi, having a free ticket to the best sex of his life, regularly, but also a front seat to the biggest trainwreck he’s ever seen: Y'all have issues and y'all should really talk about it but that might mean me not having great sex anymore and I don’t really want that, so maybe I'll just ignore this Problem

Seokjin, the only brain cell of the friend group: Hobi, you are now officially a part of the Problem and ALL of you need to talk actually

#bit #namgi au #namgiseok #bts hyung line #bts #bts fanfic #seokjin also got the sex offer but he declined #cuz he's the only one with a braincell here #he saw the trainwreck coming from miles away #namjoon x yoongi x hoseok

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AO3 Recs

a comedy of errors by aprofessorstale [completed]

Ot7, yoongi x ot6, yoongi centric, asexual characters, aromantic characters, gender queer, ambiguous relationships (they all just love each other in some way or another and that’s beautiful)

Yoongi thinks his friends are straight. Yoongi’s friends thought he was straight. The reveal has everyone reeling and reaching for intimacy in new ways

#bts fanfiction #bts fanfic recs #ot7 #ot6 x yoongi #asexual character(s) #gender queer character(s) #aromantic character(s) #ambiguous relationships #polyam #sex scenes i'm okay with even when i'm sex repulsed #i have a soft spot for jungkook and no one is surprised #min yoongi #yoongi centric #ao3 #archive of our own #aprofessorstale