Genre: it's just a pure angst ride 😩 (it's my attempt to write an asshole jk, hehe)
Rating: 18+
Word count: 50K (approx)
Summary: You can’t remember the moment your marriage slipped into silence, like a forgotten melody fading into the background. Each day, you feel yourself drifting further into the shadows, invisible and abandoned. But when you learn that Jungkook spent your birthday with his ex, something sharp and unyielding stirs within you. The delicate thread you’ve held onto for so long finally breaks. You've reached the end.
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Genre: it's just a pure angst ride 😩 (it's my attempt to write an asshole jk, hehe)
Rating: 18+
Word count: 4K+ (approx)
Summary: You can’t remember the moment your marriage slipped into silence, like a forgotten melody fading into the background. Each day, you feel yourself drifting further into the shadows, invisible and abandoned. But when you learn that Jungkook spent your birthday with his ex, something sharp and unyielding stirs within you. The delicate thread you’ve held onto for so long finally breaks. You've reached the end.
This is a drabble, which comes after the four main chapters of the series which can be found here!
It's been longer than you'd like to admit.
You weren't delighted to find yourself standing in front of the house you and Jungkook once called home.
But you couldn’t think of anywhere else for you to look.
If he's not in the office, not picking up calls, he might very well be sitting at home—and you really, really hope—chilling.
That one childhood trauma is not helping you right now.
You ring the doorbell once. Your feet refuse to stay settled, constantly tapping against the floor. You count to three in your mind, and press the doorbell again. Then again. And once more.
Summary: you have been trying to get pregnant for quite some time now, and maybe just maybe, Dr. Jeon can help you with that.
Genre: Pure Smut! (Last time I wrote smut, I realized exactly how long it had been, and I kind of took it as a challenge to write smut at least once a month. The thing is, sometimes you just do not get a proper plot, and hence, tadaaaaa, pwp it is!!
Word Count: 2K (approx)
Warnings: well it is smut right from the third line? fing**ing, spit**ng, ni**le pl**, p***y sl**p, loads of dirty talk, unpro****d s**, cre***e, takf of pregnancy, br***ing kink, that sounds about it, i think? (p.s: i hate writing them with all the "******" as well, but well, i am scared of tumblr flagging my post.
A/N: there is no mention of whether the reader is married or whether if she is in a relationship, I will leave that up to you. mentioning this because there is no infidelity.
The fic is available on early access here!
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Genre: it's just a pure angst ride 😩 (it's my attempt to write an asshole jk, hehe)
Rating: 18+
Word count: 4K+ (approx)
Summary: You can’t remember the moment your marriage slipped into silence, like a forgotten melody fading into the background. Each day, you feel yourself drifting further into the shadows, invisible and abandoned. But when you learn that Jungkook spent your birthday with his ex, something sharp and unyielding stirs within you. The delicate thread you’ve held onto for so long finally breaks. You've reached the end.
This is a drabble, which comes after the four main chapters of the series which can be found here!
It's been longer than you'd like to admit.
You weren't delighted to find yourself standing in front of the house you and Jungkook once called home.
But you couldn’t think of anywhere else for you to look.
If he's not in the office, not picking up calls, he might very well be sitting at home—and you really, really hope—chilling.
That one childhood trauma is not helping you right now.
You ring the doorbell once. Your feet refuse to stay settled, constantly tapping against the floor. You count to three in your mind, and press the doorbell again. Then again. And once more.
Genre: it's just a pure angst ride 😩 (it's my attempt to write an asshole jk, hehe)
Rating: 18+
Word count: 4K+ (approx)
Summary: You can’t remember the moment your marriage slipped into silence, like a forgotten melody fading into the background. Each day, you feel yourself drifting further into the shadows, invisible and abandoned. But when you learn that Jungkook spent your birthday with his ex, something sharp and unyielding stirs within you. The delicate thread you’ve held onto for so long finally breaks. You've reached the end.
This is a drabble, which comes after the four main chapters of the series which can be found here!
It's been longer than you'd like to admit.
You weren't delighted to find yourself standing in front of the house you and Jungkook once called home.
But you couldn’t think of anywhere else for you to look.
If he's not in the office, not picking up calls, he might very well be sitting at home—and you really, really hope—chilling.
That one childhood trauma is not helping you right now.
You ring the doorbell once. Your feet refuse to stay settled, constantly tapping against the floor. You count to three in your mind, and press the doorbell again. Then again. And once more.
Genre: SMUT IN ALL CAPS, there’s some angst and then there’s fluff!
Rating: 18+
Summary: going out on a date is harmless, right? Wrong. Especially when your hot professor is also at the very same restaurant and is sitting right across from you.
Word Count: 7K
Warnings: age gap of ten year, make out, fingering, oral (f), nipple play, unprotected p in v (this is just a fic, please be aware of that)
A/N: never got around to change the banner!
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The short black dress clinging to your body gives you that extra confidence you were aiming for. After all, you are going on a date after ages. You really could do with some confidence and feeling sexy in your bones.
When you walk inside the restaurant, you're pleasantly surprised by the cosy yet classy ambience it has. It's well lit with golden yellow lights and well occupied with people—but also not enough for it to feel crowded.
"Reservation made under the name of Troye Kurt”, you tell the receptionist with a polite smile.
"Just a second ma'am," she acknowledges your words before typing the given name on her computer. A split second later, she presses a small button on her desk and a waitress arrives. "Rachel here, will guide you to your table."
Rachel, takes you to your table where you find that Troye is already sitting and waiting for you.
"Hello," you greet him with a shy, nervous smile. "Did I keep you waiting for too long?"
He gets up from his chair to greet you with a small hug and pulls out your chair for you. "Not at all. If anything I'm the one who's early."
"Well I'd say that's a good quality to have," you quip. "Already making an impression, nice."
He lets out a small laugh and you cannot help but think that it is cute.
"What if it's because I was too nervous of being late, that I came a little too early?"
You muse, pretending to think for a moment. "Well then, that gives you a little too much of an advantage in my books."
He shakes his head and chuckles at your words in response.
The introductory conversation gives you the impression that the date would go great.
Thankfully, you are proven right. The both of you seem to never run out of topics to converse on and the food is simply amazing. He doesn't dig too much about facts, rather asks you about the little things that people don't usually put much effort into learning about a person.
You honestly could not have asked for a better first date to break your dry spell of putting yourself out there.
However, there's that nagging voice at the back of your mind, which constantly tells you something is missing. You try your utter best to ignore that feeling and put your entire focus on Troye, knowing very well that you'd be ridiculously stupid not to.
A few sips of wine later, a group of men enter the restaurant and pass by your table to sit themselves right across from you. You don't notice them at first, too busy chatting with Troye and laughing at the way he seems to have a witty response to almost everything you say.
However, soon, you are forced to take your eyes off Troye, when you feel this unshakeable feeling that someone is watching you. You briefly glance away from your date to look at the person who seemingly can't look away from you.
Professor Min.
Your whole body freezes when you notice him. He stares—glare would be a better word—at you with such intensity that it makes a shiver run down your spine. What is he doing here?
Your eyes move from him to the people he's sitting with and you assume he's here with his friends, probably celebrating something or simply having dinner with them.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuucckkkk.
The comfort and ease you were feeling moments ago, evaporates into thin air. Looking away from him, you gulp.
How are you gonna spend the rest of the night with him sitting right across you, staring at you like that? As if you have done something that has pissed him off beyond belief?
You have been attending professor Min's classes for months and never have you seen him lose his cool.
During classes or even outside of it, from what you have seen, your professor is not a man of many words. He keeps things to himself and is extremely hard to read. Communication with him is limited to a few words and nods. His smiles are limited to the quirk of his lips to show that he's amused about something. But that's it.
However, now, there's a frown etched on his face that doesn't hide his displeasure. His lips are set in a straight line and there's that subtle clenching of his jaw that doesn't go unnoticed.
The look on his face makes you gulp again.
You try to focus on your plate and on Jack to avoid your professor's presence as much as you can. However, you soon realise it's fruitless. No matter where you look and what you do, the heat of his stare causes a burning sensation to pool in your stomach.
It's only moments later that your phone buzzes, the low vibration startling you. You shoot a polite smile at Troye before excusing yourself and unlocking the message.
Professor Min: this man that happens to be sitting with you, better be your brother or some distant sibling
You chew on your lower lip as a spark of thrill shoots through your veins.
You: what if i tell you he isn't?
Professor Min: then for his sake, let's hope he is your uncle
You: does he not look a little too young to be my uncle?
Professor Min: cut the crap, Miss Y/L/N.
Professor Min: Who is he?
You: my date, in case that wasn't obvious.
You look up from your screen, not wanting to miss his reaction.
He sucks in a deep breath and then relaxes. All the clenching of his jaw, furrowed brows, the tension on his features, all of it vanishes in the blink of an eye. But only a fool would think that he's calm and composed. Something much darker and dangerous takes over.
Professor Min: meet me in the hallway in five minutes.
The words on your screen heightens the nervous excitement you have been feeling. Trying to keep your expressions neutral, you look up from your phone screen and lock eyes with your professor. His eyes stay locked with yours briefly, before he looks away and puts on a small polite smile to excuse himself from the table.
He walks past you and you stiffen when you feel the rage that his body seems to radiate. Shit.
Professor Min or Yoongi, and you have history.
Months ago, you had signed up on a dating site. After much frustration and unasked nudes from guys, you had done something you aren't proud of. You had changed your age to appear older in hopes that men who are just a little older, would be much more mature than the ones you had interacted with so far, and that there would at least be someone you would click with.
Click you did, with Yoongi.
Ten years older than you and four years older than the age you had put on your profile, you could tell that the man was utterly gorgeous through the pictures. As gorgeous as he was, it was also just as entertaining to talk to him. He just had such an interesting view of life and had so much knowledge about things that it never failed to fascinate you. You could always count on him to leave you awestruck. Conversations not getting boring was a first for you on dating apps.
What however, was totally out of your imagination was him writing and producing songs in his free time. Like are you kidding me????? That’s just so fucking attractive.
With his talents and vast knowledge was also this aura of mystery that he seemed to carry. You won’t lie, he was very simple and direct. However, it was in his simpleness and unhinged direct nature that you found this odd sense of mystery about him. It made you curious, whether his honesty came from a place of arrogance, confidence or whether he simply didn’t bother to give a fuck about what people thought of him. You just had this unexplained urge to get to know the man better.
You could have possibly known him better had you agreed to meet with him.
As much as you wanted to, you were also scared of the embarrassment and shame that you would undoubtedly feel when he would realise that you had lied about your age. For some reason you were convinced that even though you could fool people online, there’s no way you could go two seconds without spilling out the truth about your age,
Hence, you made excuses. But to his credit, Yoongi never questioned you nor did he ever pressure you. And you found his lack of questioning and sheer acceptance so refreshing and it only added to the things you found attractive about him.
You were thankful that it wasn't paired with his disinterest in talking to you. At least you never felt that way. He was his usual self and you could just not get enough of it.
At the back of your mind you knew that this couldn’t go on for long. You needed to come clean and tell him the truth if you wanted this to last. You were mentally preparing for it to the best of your best of ability.
But then your new semester started and you learnt that your classes were to be taken by a new professor and as anyone–but you–might have guessed it, that professor was none other than Min Yoongi.
The very moment he walked inside the class, you recognised him and it might just have been your wide eyed surprised gawking—or the gasp you had let out— the next thing you knew, his gaze was locked with yours. You had looked away immediately, not wanting to see the realisation clicking in place.
However, there was no denying that he recognised you.
You still cannot put into words the horror and shock you felt that day and the number of times you tried to dip your head anytime you'd feel his eyes on you. You prayed to whatever god was out there for him to not make you pay for your sins in the form of him calling you out in front of everybody. Although farfetched, you couldn’t blame him if he did that.
Thankfully, he didn’t.
When classes came to an end, you had made up your mind to apologise to him. However, when you looked for his profile on your chat section, you learnt that he had unmatched with you.
It did hurt and you did burn with shame but with that also closed the window you had of being honest with him. There was no way you were going to approach him in university only to explain your stupid thoughtless choices. In your defence, you never imagined that the only man you liked would turn out to be your professor.
You do remember him mentioning that he was applying for new jobs but never, never did you think it was for the post of a professor in your university.
The first few weeks you could not look him straight in the eye. Gradually and at an uncomfortably slow pace, things became normal. As normal as it could, given your history.
There was still something unspoken, something only one who has a very keen sense of observation could notice.
This case of yours wasn't helped by the fact that you were now getting to see Yoongi everyday. You were getting to see him teach students with sincerity and were getting to take a peek inside that amazing mind of his, that has always intrigued you.
It is rather unfortunate that instead of focusing on his words, your mind would often end up focusing on his deep voice and your eyes would end up tracing the veins on his arms.
You had to frequently remind yourself that he's no longer Yoongi, rather Professor Min. But your reminders weren't of much help.
It was as if there was something wanting and waiting to explode.
You cannot help but wonder if today was the awaited day when things finally reach a conclusion. If it does, you’d be the happiest woman on earth.
You look at Troye’s smiling face and feel a tinge of guilt spread through you at the thought of lusting for your professor when you’re on a date with him. But the guilt isn’t strong enough for you to miss out on this opportunity.
“Excuse me, I need to use the washroom,” the words come out extra sweet as you try to hide the nervousness pulsing in your veins.
“Sure,” your date is quick to reply.
As you leave the main area, you’re extra conscious of every movement you make. With each step you take, you become hyper alert of what is awaiting for you. It excites you in a way nothing has for a long long time.
The moment you’re inside the washroom, you look around and are disappointed to find it empty. You don’t get much time to linger in your disappointment as the door swings open the very next moment and walks in professor Min.
“Thought it’d take you longer,” he drawls slowly, his eyes holding amusement and something sinister. Your cheeks heat up at his words and he chuckles. “Although, I'm glad that you knew better than to keep me waiting.”
Huffing, you meet his eyes, refusing to back down. “Why did you ask me to come here?”
Something flickers in his gaze and it reminds you of the rage you had felt from him. For some odd reason it’s only now that you seem to take notice of how he seems calmer now, almost as if the source of his anger is now gone and you briefly wonder if the reason behind that, is you leaving your date to comply with his request—more like order. However, you shoot that thought down.
After so many silent repetitive rejections, you cannot entertain the flicker of hope in your chest.
With two long strides, he closes the distance between the both of you. His breath hits your face and it makes you shudder. “Tell me, Miss Y/L/N, what did you think was going to happen when you left your date to meet me, here?”
Unable to meet his eyes, you keep quiet. You won’t allow yourself to be honest. The next best thing that you can do is to test his limits.
You tilt your chin and look him in the eye with a challenging look in your eye. “Profesor Min, I think you’re in the mood of chatting around. I believe that can be done in the university premises as well. Hence, I think I should go back to my date. Don’t you agree?”
Yoongi’s stare pierces through you and the moment you turn around to leave, he pulls you back with a force that makes you yelp. You collide with his firm toned chest and the feel of it makes you gulp for the umpteenth time.
“You dare think of him in front of me,” he grits the words out and with you being incredibly close to him, you realise something.
A smile spreads on your lips, “You smell like vanilla.”
He’s taken aback by your sudden comment. “Is that what you have to say, right now?”
You shrug. “I have always wondered what you smell like.”
“And how long have you wondered that?”
“Since when we started talking.”
Something flickers in his gaze but it’s gone as quickly. “The date you were on, was that a first date?”
“Why do you care?”
Definitely not the right thing to say, you realise a moment too late. “Don’t push my buttons, Miss Y/L/N.”
You blink at him innocently. “But I am not doing anything—”
A hand of his comes up and glides at the back of your neck. His gentle grip is highly in contrast with how warm his palms feel against your skin. “You know exactly what you are doing.”
Your breath hitches and you’re acutely aware that his gentle grip is only a sign that he’s holding back. What, you’re unsure of but you oh so desperately want to know. “I genuinely do not understand what me going on a date has anything to do with you professor.”
A low chuckle escapes him in response as he looks at you with a dark look in his eyes. “Oh how you put up that act of yours being oblivious. As if you’don’t know how you affect me every walking second of the day.”
Eyes widening, you look at him. Now, you are the one who’s caught off guard by his admission. “B-but you wouldn’t even look at me—”
“How could I?” He snaps like a band that has been stretched much more than it would like to. “No professor should look at a student the way I do. How could I look at you when everytime that I did, all I could think about was making you mine.”
Your lungs lose all air. You suddenly find yourself out of breath and your legs start to feel like jelly. All of a sudden, you find yourself in a situation you have fantasized about a little too much for your liking, but also believed was only possible in your wildest dreams.
Your eyes refuse to leave his and you notice the hidden dilemma that plays out. There's also shame that lingers behind his orbs. What, however, fuels you is the strong anger, frustration and desire that swims in them. To think that those emotions are there because of you, and that they are strong enough for him to ignore his conscience, gives you the push to speak again.
“Make me,” you whisper in a shaky voice. “Make me yours.”
You had expected him to protest. You had expected him to demand answers from you, for what happened on the dating app, still remains unspoken. You had expected him to ask you more questions about your date. You hadn't, however, expected him to smash his mouth with yours.
Your eyes widen in surprise and you find yourself stumbling back at the suddenness of his move. You blink twice and then close your eyes tightly shut, in fear of this being a dream. Blindly reaching out, your hands get entangled in his hair and you find yourself kissing him back like the way you have always wanted to.
And boy does he know how to kiss.
The warmth of his mouth burns you in ways that only makes you ache for more. The sensation, so hauntingly delicious, that you remain oblivious to everything around you, except for the soft pair of lips on yours.
It's the low groan greeting your ears that makes you finally open your eyes. You're greeted by the sight of the man you have so frequently daydreamed about, with his brows furrowed deeply and eyes shut close, much like yours were moments ago. He looks so painfully focused and pleasured, that you involuntarily let out a small whimper.
The sweet desperate sound makes him pull you closer and his hand tightens around your waist. He parts his lips from yours, rather reluctantly and looks at you with hooded eyes.
“Tell me, where did you think this date you were on, would have ultimately led to?”
You have no clue.
You had nothing particular in mind when you had planned to go out with someone. It was merely a way, an effort to put yourself out there. But there's no way in hell, you'd tell your professor that. If you're getting a chance to make things even for the amount of suffering you have had to go through these past few months, why should you not take it?
One one hand, you're desperate. You're desperate to get his lips on yours again and to feel his hands all over you. However, it's the mere thought of seeing him riled up the way he was when he saw you with Troye, has you playing coy and gathering enough patience to see how far this can go.
“Well, for starters, I had hoped he would be a gentleman,” your words come out in a soft tone, giving the false impression of genuineness. “I had hoped we would have a good time talking and getting to know each other–which by the way we were having, until you so kindly interrupted.”
He looks at you passively, his eyes challenging you to go on. And hence, you do.
“And if I liked him, I had hoped that after the date ends, we could maybe, you know, take things a little further.” This is a total lie. Sleeping with someone or even doing anything remotely physical, which is what you are currently implying, on the first date is something that you'd never do. But eh, Yoongi doesn't need to know that.
“So, did you like him?” Yoongi interrupts you, stopping you from continuing any further.
“I did,” you shrug casually, knowing very well you're pushing his buttons.
Your professor's hand, in a very smooth manner, slides all the way up from your waist to your throat. The motion might as well be compared to that of a snake's slithering. His hand tightens around your throat, and he rests his forehead against yours.
“Well Miss Y/L/N, you're a fool if you think you could ever be with some other man, on my radar.”
Then you better make it good, that's what you had intended on saying, however your words die in your throat when his lips meet yours in a much more aggressive manner than earlier.
You try to keep up with him, but his rough actions paired with his grip on around your neck, has your mind spinning in every delightful way possible.
When his lips move to your neck, your body melts at the feeling. Soft sighs escape your lips and you grip his hair tightly as a sign of encouragement for him to continue.
You moan loudly when you feel a slight sting at the juncture of your neck, right under your ear and realise that he's marking you. The thought of attending his class tomorrow, with this mark on your neck, just sounds so deliciously scandalous.
“Fuck, you're good at this,” you speak.
Instead of replying to you, he unzips the dress you were wearing and his hands gently help you to peel the piece of garment from your body.
His whole body grows stiff with every inch of skin that gradually gets exposed for his eyes to devour.
Once you're finally out of your dress, he takes his sweet time to let his eyes roam over your skin. However, soon, he snaps out of it and muterring a small ‘’fuck’ under his breath, he unclasps your bra.
The motion of it is so sudden and smooth, that you are completely surprised by it. Despite your initial instinct being that of covering yourself up, one stern look from him has you lowering your arms.
He groans at the sight of your pebbled nipples and his thumbs make their way down to fiddle with them. With each flick against your nipple, you feel sparks of electricity spread through your body.
“Please do something,” you beg, your patience finally running thin. As much as you would like to drag this out and make it last as long as you can, you really need to feel some release. The heat flowing through your veins is consuming you in such a way that you feel like you will combust, otherwise.
Yoongi, thankfully, seems to sense that you really are as desperate as you sound and by the little smirk on his face, he is quite satisfied at the sight of your helpless state.
Before you can say anything to wipe that smirk off, he’s getting down on his knees.
The sight of him looking up at you with that smirk has all thoughts evaporating from your mind. When his hands slide up your thighs and grab the hem of your underwear, you hold your breath. You have probably dreamt and fantasised about this moment for ages, but now that it is finally turning into reality, you find some of your nerves returning.
You ask yourself to take a deep breath and when you exhale and look down, it’s only then that you realise Yoongi has stopped all movements and is observing you closely. You look at him and you’re reminded of the conversations you used to have with him. How, even though it was via texts, he always was a gentleman who always gave you your space and never did anything remotely close to make you feel uncomfortable.
You recall all the times when you expected an additional question or an extra push from him but instead you were only met with complete acceptance.
“Are you sure, you want to continue?” he asks in a sincere tone.
For some odd reason, you’re oddly comforted by his question and warm gaze. It gives you the courage to listen to your heart and remind yourself that you have been wanting this for a really long time.
“I do,” you confirm.
Yoongi looks at you a moment longer and when he finally comes to the conclusion that you are sure about your choice, his hands get to work again.
The rough calluses of his fingertips inch towards the final piece of clothing on your body; your underwear. Your breath hitches when you feel his touch. He hooks his finger to the hem of your underwear and gently pulls it down.
You shiver when you realise you are all bare for him, while he still remains fully clothed. You feel very out of control, every inch of your body is simply craving his touch. However, you also feel so powerful, with the way he is kneeling in front of you with his gaze stuck at your most intimate part.
He uses his thumbs to spread apart your lips. “Fuck, you are so wet.”
You exhale shakily. You thought you had seen how Yoongi looked with lust in his eyes, but nothing compares to just how hungry he looks right now. You feel like a prey about to be feasted upon. And oh how do you like the feeling like his prey.
“Yoongi,” you mewl, “I have waited for this so long, please do—”
Before you can get your words out, Yoongi is putting his mouth on you and sucking harshly.
You gasp at the sensation and your hand reaches out to hold his hair. “Fuck, I needed you so bad.”
Yoongi doesn’t respond to your words. Neither does he look up to see just how lost in pleasure you are. Instead, he eats you out and groans against your pussy like he was starving. He lets his tongue run flat collecting all your wetness before flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue wildly.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” you pull on his hair, “Your tongue feels so good.”
Yoongi hums approvingly, briefly detaching to catch his breath. “You taste so sweet, baby. Could eat you out for hours”
He spits on your pussy and spreads it with his fingers, making an even bigger mess out of you. The sight and sensation of it has you clenching around nothing and Yoongi doesn’t miss out on that. “Look at you clenching like that. Do you like when I spit on your pussy?”
A part of you feels incredibly shy to admit it out loud, but you are beyond the point of letting your shyness hold you back. “Yes, fuck, I do.”
He tsks, slowly teasing your entrance with his finger. “That didn’t seem sincere enough. What exactly is it that you like about it?”
A part of you wants to have a mouth and snap at him for expecting you to give proper answers. But with the way Yoongi is relentlessly teasing you with his fingers, you cannot form a single coherent thought. It is almost like cat and mouse, with your hole clenching and trying to keep his fingers inside you, but Yoongi somehow manages to escape every single time, making you feel a mix of both frustration and desperation.
“Yoongi, just fuck me with your fingers.”
Yoongi doesn’t. Instead he spits right on your clit and smacks it a couple of times. “That is not what I asked for, sweetheart.”
You gasp at the sensation. Fuck, you never knew how good this could feel. “Fuck, Yoongi I love it when you do that”
He tsks again, this time slowly inserting two of his fingers inside you. His movements are slow and careful, watching every movement of your body closely for any sign of discomfort. When he is met with your moans and your grip on his hair tightening, he starts fingering you at a slow and steady pace.
“Tell me Y/N, be a good girl. Why do you like me spitting on your pussy?”
Fuck, you want to be called that again. and again. and again. “I love you making a mess out of me. Love feeling your spit drip down my pussy.”
He hums. “Do you like being my good girl?”
“Fuck, yes I do. Want to be your good girl.”
“I thought so with the way you clenched around me when I called you that.” Just as he is done saying that his pace keeps increasing.
His fingers start fucking into you at a greater pace. Each thrust has your toes curling. Your back arches and you keep saying his name like a prayer.
Yoongi’s eyes keep drifting from the sight of your pussy sucking his fingers to your face which shows nothing but pleasure. “Want to get fucked by my cock like this?”
“Oh fuck, please baby. Want you to fuck me with your cock.”
“You gotta cum around my fingers, first.” He growls and starts fingering you with a brutal pace.
You cry out loudly. Each time his fingers meet that sweet spot of yours, making you feel entirely at loss of your own body. You just want to cum and let go of this intense pressure you are feeling inside your stomach. “Fuck, you are going to make me cum, Yoongi.”
“Do it baby, cum around my fingers,” he grits, and then attaches his mouth to your clit, sucking harshly.
Within seconds you are cumming and finishing around his fingers. Your whole body shakes and you close your legs around his head, only cries of his name escaping your mouth.
Yoongi doesn’t stop. He continues his ministrations, helping you ride out your orgasm.
You gently whine and tug at his hair when it starts feeling too overwhelming for you. Yoongi reluctantly retreats but not before giving your pussy a few more kitten like licks.
When he stands up to his full length, he kisses you with a force that momentarily takes you aback. Body feeling all spent and with you being all breathless, it takes you some time to kiss him back passionately.
You moan into his mouth softly. His warm palms resting against your bare back as he kisses you, feels like a grounding force for you.
Your hands rest on his chest. However, you are quick to protest about the piece of cloth that comes in the way of his warm chest. You tug at his shirt before starting to quickly unbutton him.
Yoongi doesn’t stop. Neither your hands nor kissing you. He groans when he first feels your touch against his naked torso. Goosebumps spread all over his body as you start exploring more and more of his body.
Your hands soon find themselves on his belt and you pause briefly, almost as if waiting for his permission for you to proceed.
Yoongi only gets closer to you and whispers in a low voice. “Go ahead.”
That is all you need before your hands get even more frantic than what they were before. You just came minutes before but you feel a wave of fresh arousal at his lustful whisper.
You simply cannot wait for him to whisper sinful things into your ear as he fucks into you.
Getting rid of the belt, you undo his trousers and tug them all the way down. Pulling his underwear off at the same time.
Once he is in front of you all naked, you cannot help but just stare at him. Head to toe, he is way too beautiful. Your eyes slowly skim over his milky skin and you feel this irresistible urge to mark it all red and purple.
However, when you see his dripping cock, all patience to take your time with him is gone out of the window. All your focus immediately goes to just having him deep inside you.
You take a hold of his cock and slowly start moving your hand up and down.
Yoongi hisses and pulls you closer. “Fuck, just like that baby.”
Fueled by his encouragement, your grip around him tightens. You jerk him off more confidently, but still ensure to keep your movements slow, never increasing your pace.
“I can't wait to feel you inside me, Yoongi,” looking straight into his eyes, you mumble your desires to him. “Want you deep inside me, fucking into me till you cum.”
Yoongi’s eyes darken, even more, something you didn’t know was possible.
“Want me to fuck you baby? Need my cock inside your pussy, that bad?”
You are quick to nod. “Please Yoongi, you have no idea how long I have waited for this.”
“Is that so, baby?” he hums lowly, “Thought about me fucking you before?”
“I did, I thought about it so many times,” you nibble on his ear, “Won’t you make this unforgettable, baby? Better than anything that I might have ever imagined in my dreams?”
For some reason, you just wanted to challenge Yoongi. Almost as if, you knew how to get this incredibly reserved man to let go of all his reservations.
“Baby, you will get fucked all right,” he bites your neck and sucks harshly. “You won’t be able to walk to class tomorrow.”
“Prove it. Show me how good you can fuck me.”
Yoongi gets to action even before you have finished your sentence. He removes your hand and gently positions himself at your entrance.
The feeling of his tip teasing you has you sighing in impatience. When he finally does insert himself, you moan loudly at how full you feel.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” your nails dig into his back as he pushes himself further and further in. “I feel so full, fuck. Please fuck me, Yoongi.”
Yoongi lets out a series of curse words of his own. “Fuck you are so wet and warm around me. Your pussy feels so good wrapped around me like this.”
You whimper when Yoongi slowly starts pulling back, only to thrust back, hitting deep inside you. “Fuck, yes. I needed this so bad.”
“You did, huh?” Yoongi grits, slowly increasing his pace. “Tell me what exactly you used to think about?”
“I have thought about you bending me over your desk and fucking me senseless,” you whimper out your admission. You do not have any filters on you right now. All you can currently think about is just how good his cock feels inside you.
“One of these days, I am going to do just that, baby, you will walk out of class full of my cum.”
You shudder at the thought. You have lost count of exactly how many times you have daydreamed about this man. Ogled at his veiny arms while he was busy giving lectures. Every single time, you have had this thought of how hot it would be if he were to someday fuck you like that, in his class, all in that professor attire of his.
You are so aroused by the image in your head, you cannot form words that make sense. Instead your muscles clench around him, trying to keep him inside you.
“You like the thought of that, huh?” Yoongi grips your waist, holding you in place as his thrusts get more intense. “Fuck, I will give you exactly what you want baby.”
“Please, fuck fuck fuck,” you scream, feeling every cell of your body on fire.
Yoongi quickly places a hand over your mouth and tsks. “Now you cannot be that loud, can you? You will let everyone else know just how hard you are getting fucked inside.”
Muffled moans are all that you reply him with.
Yoongi’s eyes trace over your naked body. He notices the hair that sticks to your forehead, the beads of sweat that have slowly formed over time, the way in which you have your eyes rolled back in pleasure.
When his gaze drops to the way your breasts move with each thrust, he is unable to resist the temptation. Immediately, he is taking one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking hard. He sucks and bites on your nipples hard, occasionally switching to flicking the bud with his tongue.
When your muffled moans get louder, his other hand comes down on your clit with a slap. “Shhh. Be quiet.”
But who are you to listen? Yoongi hushing you and slapping your clit has you even more desperate to cum around him.
“Please…please…please.”
“What is that baby? You want to cum?”
You look at him with wide desperate eyes and nod frantically.
Yoongi kisses you fiercely. With how good you look like this, he honestly could have gone with fucking you for hours. But this is not the place for that.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, “Make yourself cum around me.”
Your hands quickly get to work as you start rubbing your little bud around tight circles. You moan and scream against his palms, whimpering, shaking and crying under his touch.
You don’t know when it takes over you. All you feel is this sudden overwhelming sensation and you close your legs shut tightly around his hips. You grip his hair tightly and arch your back, your entire body feeling out of your control.
“Fuck, that’s it baby.” Yoongi coos softly next to your ears, his pace not faltering one bit. “You got so tight around me, baby.”
You are breathless and entirely spent by the time you come down from your high. You look down at Yoongi who looks like he is about to hit his high too.
“Cum for me Yoongi. Please, finish inside me.”
That does it for him.
He moans your name loudly and finishes inside you. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
All of his motions come to a halt. He stills deep inside you and you feel him cumming.
A few moments pass as Yoongi rides his orgasm. When he comes off his high, his body goes limp against yours.
For a few beats there is just silence, until you are placing a soft gentle kiss on his forehead.
Yoongi mumbles something very softly, something that you do not catch before he is getting up, his now limp dick slowly slipping out.
He himself is all sweaty and spent and you think that this is singlehandedly the most beautiful sight you have evers seen. However, when he looks at you with those eyes, you feel incredibly vulnerable now that your mind is no longer clouded with sheer desire.
You look away from him and try to get out some words that could possibly break the tension when you feel a soft gentle kiss being placed on your forehead. The action causes your breath to hitch.
“Get up, pee, and get cleaned,” he whispers, his body warm against yours.
The warm soft look in his eyes gives you a sense of comfort and familiarity, before you manage a nod and do exactly what he has asked you to.
By the time you are done getting dressed, Yoongi has put his clothes on as well.
You stand in front of him awkwardly, not knowing what to say or do.
“I-Uh—”
“Do you have anywhere to be, tonight?” Yoongi beats you to it.
The question catches you off guard and it takes you a few breaths to understand what he's asking.
“No—I don't.”
Yoongi nods. “Do you want to come over to my place? I could cook you something and we can watch a movie”
You stand there and blink. What? You'd absolutely love to—but also what?!
The longer you stay quiet, the warmer Yoongi’s cheeks get, and it takes him clearing his throat for you to take notice of just how red his cheeks have gotten.
“I'd love that,” you nod shyly.
A small smile spreads on Yoongi's lips and you simply cannot stop the way your heart flutters in your ribcage.
Yoongi walks towards you and puts his palm forward. “Is it okay if I hold your hand?”
You don't respond verbally. Instead, simply place your hand on top of his and interlace your fingers.
“Shall we?”
Yoongi gives you another smile, something very unlike anything you have ever seen on him. Something that gives rise to butterflies in your stomach.
You nod shyly and with that the two of you head out, knowing very well that there is no going back.
A/N: i really hope you enjoyed it! let me know your thoughts they are always appreciated!
Genre: it's just a pure angst ride 😩 (it's my attempt to write an asshole jk, hehe)
Rating: 18+
Word count: 4K+ (approx)
Summary: You can’t remember the moment your marriage slipped into silence, like a forgotten melody fading into the background. Each day, you feel yourself drifting further into the shadows, invisible and abandoned. But when you learn that Jungkook spent your birthday with his ex, something sharp and unyielding stirs within you. The delicate thread you’ve held onto for so long finally breaks. You've reached the end.
This is a drabble, which comes after the four main chapters of the series which can be found here!
It's been longer than you'd like to admit.
You weren't delighted to find yourself standing in front of the house you and Jungkook once called home.
But you couldn’t think of anywhere else for you to look.
If he's not in the office, not picking up calls, he might very well be sitting at home—and you really, really hope—chilling.
That one childhood trauma is not helping you right now.
You ring the doorbell once. Your feet refuse to stay settled, constantly tapping against the floor. You count to three in your mind, and press the doorbell again. Then again. And once more.
Summary: you have been trying to get pregnant for quite some time now, and maybe just maybe, Dr. Jeon can help you with that.
Genre: Pure Smut! (Last time I wrote smut, I realized exactly how long it had been, and I kind of took it as a challenge to write smut at least once a month. The thing is, sometimes you just do not get a proper plot, and hence, tadaaaaa, pwp it is!!
Word Count: 2K (approx)
Warnings: well it is smut right from the third line? fing**ing, spit**ng, ni**le pl**, p***y sl**p, loads of dirty talk, unpro****d s**, cre***e, takf of pregnancy, br***ing kink, that sounds about it, i think? (p.s: i hate writing them with all the "******" as well, but well, i am scared of tumblr flagging my post.
A/N: there is no mention of whether the reader is married or whether if she is in a relationship, I will leave that up to you. mentioning this because there is no infidelity.
The fic is available on early access here!
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Genre: it's just a pure angst ride 😩 (it's my attempt to write an asshole jk, hehe)
Rating: 18+
Word count: 4K+ (approx)
Summary: You can’t remember the moment your marriage slipped into silence, like a forgotten melody fading into the background. Each day, you feel yourself drifting further into the shadows, invisible and abandoned. But when you learn that Jungkook spent your birthday with his ex, something sharp and unyielding stirs within you. The delicate thread you’ve held onto for so long finally breaks. You've reached the end.
This is a drabble, which comes after the four main chapters of the series which can be found here!
It's been longer than you'd like to admit.
You weren't delighted to find yourself standing in front of the house you and Jungkook once called home.
But you couldn’t think of anywhere else for you to look.
If he's not in the office, not picking up calls, he might very well be sitting at home—and you really, really hope—chilling.
That one childhood trauma is not helping you right now.
You ring the doorbell once. Your feet refuse to stay settled, constantly tapping against the floor. You count to three in your mind, and press the doorbell again. Then again. And once more.
Genre: SMUT IN ALL CAPS, there’s some angst and then there’s fluff!
Rating: 18+
Summary: going out on a date is harmless, right? Wrong. Especially when your hot professor is also at the very same restaurant and is sitting right across from you.
Word Count: 7K
Warnings: age gap of ten year, make out, fingering, oral (f), nipple play, unprotected p in v (this is just a fic, please be aware of that)
A/N: never got around to change the banner!
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The short black dress clinging to your body gives you that extra confidence you were aiming for. After all, you are going on a date after ages. You really could do with some confidence and feeling sexy in your bones.
When you walk inside the restaurant, you're pleasantly surprised by the cosy yet classy ambience it has. It's well lit with golden yellow lights and well occupied with people—but also not enough for it to feel crowded.
"Reservation made under the name of Troye Kurt”, you tell the receptionist with a polite smile.
"Just a second ma'am," she acknowledges your words before typing the given name on her computer. A split second later, she presses a small button on her desk and a waitress arrives. "Rachel here, will guide you to your table."
Rachel, takes you to your table where you find that Troye is already sitting and waiting for you.
"Hello," you greet him with a shy, nervous smile. "Did I keep you waiting for too long?"
He gets up from his chair to greet you with a small hug and pulls out your chair for you. "Not at all. If anything I'm the one who's early."
"Well I'd say that's a good quality to have," you quip. "Already making an impression, nice."
He lets out a small laugh and you cannot help but think that it is cute.
"What if it's because I was too nervous of being late, that I came a little too early?"
You muse, pretending to think for a moment. "Well then, that gives you a little too much of an advantage in my books."
He shakes his head and chuckles at your words in response.
The introductory conversation gives you the impression that the date would go great.
Thankfully, you are proven right. The both of you seem to never run out of topics to converse on and the food is simply amazing. He doesn't dig too much about facts, rather asks you about the little things that people don't usually put much effort into learning about a person.
You honestly could not have asked for a better first date to break your dry spell of putting yourself out there.
However, there's that nagging voice at the back of your mind, which constantly tells you something is missing. You try your utter best to ignore that feeling and put your entire focus on Troye, knowing very well that you'd be ridiculously stupid not to.
A few sips of wine later, a group of men enter the restaurant and pass by your table to sit themselves right across from you. You don't notice them at first, too busy chatting with Troye and laughing at the way he seems to have a witty response to almost everything you say.
However, soon, you are forced to take your eyes off Troye, when you feel this unshakeable feeling that someone is watching you. You briefly glance away from your date to look at the person who seemingly can't look away from you.
Professor Min.
Your whole body freezes when you notice him. He stares—glare would be a better word—at you with such intensity that it makes a shiver run down your spine. What is he doing here?
Your eyes move from him to the people he's sitting with and you assume he's here with his friends, probably celebrating something or simply having dinner with them.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuucckkkk.
The comfort and ease you were feeling moments ago, evaporates into thin air. Looking away from him, you gulp.
How are you gonna spend the rest of the night with him sitting right across you, staring at you like that? As if you have done something that has pissed him off beyond belief?
You have been attending professor Min's classes for months and never have you seen him lose his cool.
During classes or even outside of it, from what you have seen, your professor is not a man of many words. He keeps things to himself and is extremely hard to read. Communication with him is limited to a few words and nods. His smiles are limited to the quirk of his lips to show that he's amused about something. But that's it.
However, now, there's a frown etched on his face that doesn't hide his displeasure. His lips are set in a straight line and there's that subtle clenching of his jaw that doesn't go unnoticed.
The look on his face makes you gulp again.
You try to focus on your plate and on Jack to avoid your professor's presence as much as you can. However, you soon realise it's fruitless. No matter where you look and what you do, the heat of his stare causes a burning sensation to pool in your stomach.
It's only moments later that your phone buzzes, the low vibration startling you. You shoot a polite smile at Troye before excusing yourself and unlocking the message.
Professor Min: this man that happens to be sitting with you, better be your brother or some distant sibling
You chew on your lower lip as a spark of thrill shoots through your veins.
You: what if i tell you he isn't?
Professor Min: then for his sake, let's hope he is your uncle
You: does he not look a little too young to be my uncle?
Professor Min: cut the crap, Miss Y/L/N.
Professor Min: Who is he?
You: my date, in case that wasn't obvious.
You look up from your screen, not wanting to miss his reaction.
He sucks in a deep breath and then relaxes. All the clenching of his jaw, furrowed brows, the tension on his features, all of it vanishes in the blink of an eye. But only a fool would think that he's calm and composed. Something much darker and dangerous takes over.
Professor Min: meet me in the hallway in five minutes.
The words on your screen heightens the nervous excitement you have been feeling. Trying to keep your expressions neutral, you look up from your phone screen and lock eyes with your professor. His eyes stay locked with yours briefly, before he looks away and puts on a small polite smile to excuse himself from the table.
He walks past you and you stiffen when you feel the rage that his body seems to radiate. Shit.
Professor Min or Yoongi, and you have history.
Months ago, you had signed up on a dating site. After much frustration and unasked nudes from guys, you had done something you aren't proud of. You had changed your age to appear older in hopes that men who are just a little older, would be much more mature than the ones you had interacted with so far, and that there would at least be someone you would click with.
Click you did, with Yoongi.
Ten years older than you and four years older than the age you had put on your profile, you could tell that the man was utterly gorgeous through the pictures. As gorgeous as he was, it was also just as entertaining to talk to him. He just had such an interesting view of life and had so much knowledge about things that it never failed to fascinate you. You could always count on him to leave you awestruck. Conversations not getting boring was a first for you on dating apps.
What however, was totally out of your imagination was him writing and producing songs in his free time. Like are you kidding me????? That’s just so fucking attractive.
With his talents and vast knowledge was also this aura of mystery that he seemed to carry. You won’t lie, he was very simple and direct. However, it was in his simpleness and unhinged direct nature that you found this odd sense of mystery about him. It made you curious, whether his honesty came from a place of arrogance, confidence or whether he simply didn’t bother to give a fuck about what people thought of him. You just had this unexplained urge to get to know the man better.
You could have possibly known him better had you agreed to meet with him.
As much as you wanted to, you were also scared of the embarrassment and shame that you would undoubtedly feel when he would realise that you had lied about your age. For some reason you were convinced that even though you could fool people online, there’s no way you could go two seconds without spilling out the truth about your age,
Hence, you made excuses. But to his credit, Yoongi never questioned you nor did he ever pressure you. And you found his lack of questioning and sheer acceptance so refreshing and it only added to the things you found attractive about him.
You were thankful that it wasn't paired with his disinterest in talking to you. At least you never felt that way. He was his usual self and you could just not get enough of it.
At the back of your mind you knew that this couldn’t go on for long. You needed to come clean and tell him the truth if you wanted this to last. You were mentally preparing for it to the best of your best of ability.
But then your new semester started and you learnt that your classes were to be taken by a new professor and as anyone–but you–might have guessed it, that professor was none other than Min Yoongi.
The very moment he walked inside the class, you recognised him and it might just have been your wide eyed surprised gawking—or the gasp you had let out— the next thing you knew, his gaze was locked with yours. You had looked away immediately, not wanting to see the realisation clicking in place.
However, there was no denying that he recognised you.
You still cannot put into words the horror and shock you felt that day and the number of times you tried to dip your head anytime you'd feel his eyes on you. You prayed to whatever god was out there for him to not make you pay for your sins in the form of him calling you out in front of everybody. Although farfetched, you couldn’t blame him if he did that.
Thankfully, he didn’t.
When classes came to an end, you had made up your mind to apologise to him. However, when you looked for his profile on your chat section, you learnt that he had unmatched with you.
It did hurt and you did burn with shame but with that also closed the window you had of being honest with him. There was no way you were going to approach him in university only to explain your stupid thoughtless choices. In your defence, you never imagined that the only man you liked would turn out to be your professor.
You do remember him mentioning that he was applying for new jobs but never, never did you think it was for the post of a professor in your university.
The first few weeks you could not look him straight in the eye. Gradually and at an uncomfortably slow pace, things became normal. As normal as it could, given your history.
There was still something unspoken, something only one who has a very keen sense of observation could notice.
This case of yours wasn't helped by the fact that you were now getting to see Yoongi everyday. You were getting to see him teach students with sincerity and were getting to take a peek inside that amazing mind of his, that has always intrigued you.
It is rather unfortunate that instead of focusing on his words, your mind would often end up focusing on his deep voice and your eyes would end up tracing the veins on his arms.
You had to frequently remind yourself that he's no longer Yoongi, rather Professor Min. But your reminders weren't of much help.
It was as if there was something wanting and waiting to explode.
You cannot help but wonder if today was the awaited day when things finally reach a conclusion. If it does, you’d be the happiest woman on earth.
You look at Troye’s smiling face and feel a tinge of guilt spread through you at the thought of lusting for your professor when you’re on a date with him. But the guilt isn’t strong enough for you to miss out on this opportunity.
“Excuse me, I need to use the washroom,” the words come out extra sweet as you try to hide the nervousness pulsing in your veins.
“Sure,” your date is quick to reply.
As you leave the main area, you’re extra conscious of every movement you make. With each step you take, you become hyper alert of what is awaiting for you. It excites you in a way nothing has for a long long time.
The moment you’re inside the washroom, you look around and are disappointed to find it empty. You don’t get much time to linger in your disappointment as the door swings open the very next moment and walks in professor Min.
“Thought it’d take you longer,” he drawls slowly, his eyes holding amusement and something sinister. Your cheeks heat up at his words and he chuckles. “Although, I'm glad that you knew better than to keep me waiting.”
Huffing, you meet his eyes, refusing to back down. “Why did you ask me to come here?”
Something flickers in his gaze and it reminds you of the rage you had felt from him. For some odd reason it’s only now that you seem to take notice of how he seems calmer now, almost as if the source of his anger is now gone and you briefly wonder if the reason behind that, is you leaving your date to comply with his request—more like order. However, you shoot that thought down.
After so many silent repetitive rejections, you cannot entertain the flicker of hope in your chest.
With two long strides, he closes the distance between the both of you. His breath hits your face and it makes you shudder. “Tell me, Miss Y/L/N, what did you think was going to happen when you left your date to meet me, here?”
Unable to meet his eyes, you keep quiet. You won’t allow yourself to be honest. The next best thing that you can do is to test his limits.
You tilt your chin and look him in the eye with a challenging look in your eye. “Profesor Min, I think you’re in the mood of chatting around. I believe that can be done in the university premises as well. Hence, I think I should go back to my date. Don’t you agree?”
Yoongi’s stare pierces through you and the moment you turn around to leave, he pulls you back with a force that makes you yelp. You collide with his firm toned chest and the feel of it makes you gulp for the umpteenth time.
“You dare think of him in front of me,” he grits the words out and with you being incredibly close to him, you realise something.
A smile spreads on your lips, “You smell like vanilla.”
He’s taken aback by your sudden comment. “Is that what you have to say, right now?”
You shrug. “I have always wondered what you smell like.”
“And how long have you wondered that?”
“Since when we started talking.”
Something flickers in his gaze but it’s gone as quickly. “The date you were on, was that a first date?”
“Why do you care?”
Definitely not the right thing to say, you realise a moment too late. “Don’t push my buttons, Miss Y/L/N.”
You blink at him innocently. “But I am not doing anything—”
A hand of his comes up and glides at the back of your neck. His gentle grip is highly in contrast with how warm his palms feel against your skin. “You know exactly what you are doing.”
Your breath hitches and you’re acutely aware that his gentle grip is only a sign that he’s holding back. What, you’re unsure of but you oh so desperately want to know. “I genuinely do not understand what me going on a date has anything to do with you professor.”
A low chuckle escapes him in response as he looks at you with a dark look in his eyes. “Oh how you put up that act of yours being oblivious. As if you’don’t know how you affect me every walking second of the day.”
Eyes widening, you look at him. Now, you are the one who’s caught off guard by his admission. “B-but you wouldn’t even look at me—”
“How could I?” He snaps like a band that has been stretched much more than it would like to. “No professor should look at a student the way I do. How could I look at you when everytime that I did, all I could think about was making you mine.”
Your lungs lose all air. You suddenly find yourself out of breath and your legs start to feel like jelly. All of a sudden, you find yourself in a situation you have fantasized about a little too much for your liking, but also believed was only possible in your wildest dreams.
Your eyes refuse to leave his and you notice the hidden dilemma that plays out. There's also shame that lingers behind his orbs. What, however, fuels you is the strong anger, frustration and desire that swims in them. To think that those emotions are there because of you, and that they are strong enough for him to ignore his conscience, gives you the push to speak again.
“Make me,” you whisper in a shaky voice. “Make me yours.”
You had expected him to protest. You had expected him to demand answers from you, for what happened on the dating app, still remains unspoken. You had expected him to ask you more questions about your date. You hadn't, however, expected him to smash his mouth with yours.
Your eyes widen in surprise and you find yourself stumbling back at the suddenness of his move. You blink twice and then close your eyes tightly shut, in fear of this being a dream. Blindly reaching out, your hands get entangled in his hair and you find yourself kissing him back like the way you have always wanted to.
And boy does he know how to kiss.
The warmth of his mouth burns you in ways that only makes you ache for more. The sensation, so hauntingly delicious, that you remain oblivious to everything around you, except for the soft pair of lips on yours.
It's the low groan greeting your ears that makes you finally open your eyes. You're greeted by the sight of the man you have so frequently daydreamed about, with his brows furrowed deeply and eyes shut close, much like yours were moments ago. He looks so painfully focused and pleasured, that you involuntarily let out a small whimper.
The sweet desperate sound makes him pull you closer and his hand tightens around your waist. He parts his lips from yours, rather reluctantly and looks at you with hooded eyes.
“Tell me, where did you think this date you were on, would have ultimately led to?”
You have no clue.
You had nothing particular in mind when you had planned to go out with someone. It was merely a way, an effort to put yourself out there. But there's no way in hell, you'd tell your professor that. If you're getting a chance to make things even for the amount of suffering you have had to go through these past few months, why should you not take it?
One one hand, you're desperate. You're desperate to get his lips on yours again and to feel his hands all over you. However, it's the mere thought of seeing him riled up the way he was when he saw you with Troye, has you playing coy and gathering enough patience to see how far this can go.
“Well, for starters, I had hoped he would be a gentleman,” your words come out in a soft tone, giving the false impression of genuineness. “I had hoped we would have a good time talking and getting to know each other–which by the way we were having, until you so kindly interrupted.”
He looks at you passively, his eyes challenging you to go on. And hence, you do.
“And if I liked him, I had hoped that after the date ends, we could maybe, you know, take things a little further.” This is a total lie. Sleeping with someone or even doing anything remotely physical, which is what you are currently implying, on the first date is something that you'd never do. But eh, Yoongi doesn't need to know that.
“So, did you like him?” Yoongi interrupts you, stopping you from continuing any further.
“I did,” you shrug casually, knowing very well you're pushing his buttons.
Your professor's hand, in a very smooth manner, slides all the way up from your waist to your throat. The motion might as well be compared to that of a snake's slithering. His hand tightens around your throat, and he rests his forehead against yours.
“Well Miss Y/L/N, you're a fool if you think you could ever be with some other man, on my radar.”
Then you better make it good, that's what you had intended on saying, however your words die in your throat when his lips meet yours in a much more aggressive manner than earlier.
You try to keep up with him, but his rough actions paired with his grip on around your neck, has your mind spinning in every delightful way possible.
When his lips move to your neck, your body melts at the feeling. Soft sighs escape your lips and you grip his hair tightly as a sign of encouragement for him to continue.
You moan loudly when you feel a slight sting at the juncture of your neck, right under your ear and realise that he's marking you. The thought of attending his class tomorrow, with this mark on your neck, just sounds so deliciously scandalous.
“Fuck, you're good at this,” you speak.
Instead of replying to you, he unzips the dress you were wearing and his hands gently help you to peel the piece of garment from your body.
His whole body grows stiff with every inch of skin that gradually gets exposed for his eyes to devour.
Once you're finally out of your dress, he takes his sweet time to let his eyes roam over your skin. However, soon, he snaps out of it and muterring a small ‘’fuck’ under his breath, he unclasps your bra.
The motion of it is so sudden and smooth, that you are completely surprised by it. Despite your initial instinct being that of covering yourself up, one stern look from him has you lowering your arms.
He groans at the sight of your pebbled nipples and his thumbs make their way down to fiddle with them. With each flick against your nipple, you feel sparks of electricity spread through your body.
“Please do something,” you beg, your patience finally running thin. As much as you would like to drag this out and make it last as long as you can, you really need to feel some release. The heat flowing through your veins is consuming you in such a way that you feel like you will combust, otherwise.
Yoongi, thankfully, seems to sense that you really are as desperate as you sound and by the little smirk on his face, he is quite satisfied at the sight of your helpless state.
Before you can say anything to wipe that smirk off, he’s getting down on his knees.
The sight of him looking up at you with that smirk has all thoughts evaporating from your mind. When his hands slide up your thighs and grab the hem of your underwear, you hold your breath. You have probably dreamt and fantasised about this moment for ages, but now that it is finally turning into reality, you find some of your nerves returning.
You ask yourself to take a deep breath and when you exhale and look down, it’s only then that you realise Yoongi has stopped all movements and is observing you closely. You look at him and you’re reminded of the conversations you used to have with him. How, even though it was via texts, he always was a gentleman who always gave you your space and never did anything remotely close to make you feel uncomfortable.
You recall all the times when you expected an additional question or an extra push from him but instead you were only met with complete acceptance.
“Are you sure, you want to continue?” he asks in a sincere tone.
For some odd reason, you’re oddly comforted by his question and warm gaze. It gives you the courage to listen to your heart and remind yourself that you have been wanting this for a really long time.
“I do,” you confirm.
Yoongi looks at you a moment longer and when he finally comes to the conclusion that you are sure about your choice, his hands get to work again.
The rough calluses of his fingertips inch towards the final piece of clothing on your body; your underwear. Your breath hitches when you feel his touch. He hooks his finger to the hem of your underwear and gently pulls it down.
You shiver when you realise you are all bare for him, while he still remains fully clothed. You feel very out of control, every inch of your body is simply craving his touch. However, you also feel so powerful, with the way he is kneeling in front of you with his gaze stuck at your most intimate part.
He uses his thumbs to spread apart your lips. “Fuck, you are so wet.”
You exhale shakily. You thought you had seen how Yoongi looked with lust in his eyes, but nothing compares to just how hungry he looks right now. You feel like a prey about to be feasted upon. And oh how do you like the feeling like his prey.
“Yoongi,” you mewl, “I have waited for this so long, please do—”
Before you can get your words out, Yoongi is putting his mouth on you and sucking harshly.
You gasp at the sensation and your hand reaches out to hold his hair. “Fuck, I needed you so bad.”
Yoongi doesn’t respond to your words. Neither does he look up to see just how lost in pleasure you are. Instead, he eats you out and groans against your pussy like he was starving. He lets his tongue run flat collecting all your wetness before flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue wildly.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” you pull on his hair, “Your tongue feels so good.”
Yoongi hums approvingly, briefly detaching to catch his breath. “You taste so sweet, baby. Could eat you out for hours”
He spits on your pussy and spreads it with his fingers, making an even bigger mess out of you. The sight and sensation of it has you clenching around nothing and Yoongi doesn’t miss out on that. “Look at you clenching like that. Do you like when I spit on your pussy?”
A part of you feels incredibly shy to admit it out loud, but you are beyond the point of letting your shyness hold you back. “Yes, fuck, I do.”
He tsks, slowly teasing your entrance with his finger. “That didn’t seem sincere enough. What exactly is it that you like about it?”
A part of you wants to have a mouth and snap at him for expecting you to give proper answers. But with the way Yoongi is relentlessly teasing you with his fingers, you cannot form a single coherent thought. It is almost like cat and mouse, with your hole clenching and trying to keep his fingers inside you, but Yoongi somehow manages to escape every single time, making you feel a mix of both frustration and desperation.
“Yoongi, just fuck me with your fingers.”
Yoongi doesn’t. Instead he spits right on your clit and smacks it a couple of times. “That is not what I asked for, sweetheart.”
You gasp at the sensation. Fuck, you never knew how good this could feel. “Fuck, Yoongi I love it when you do that”
He tsks again, this time slowly inserting two of his fingers inside you. His movements are slow and careful, watching every movement of your body closely for any sign of discomfort. When he is met with your moans and your grip on his hair tightening, he starts fingering you at a slow and steady pace.
“Tell me Y/N, be a good girl. Why do you like me spitting on your pussy?”
Fuck, you want to be called that again. and again. and again. “I love you making a mess out of me. Love feeling your spit drip down my pussy.”
He hums. “Do you like being my good girl?”
“Fuck, yes I do. Want to be your good girl.”
“I thought so with the way you clenched around me when I called you that.” Just as he is done saying that his pace keeps increasing.
His fingers start fucking into you at a greater pace. Each thrust has your toes curling. Your back arches and you keep saying his name like a prayer.
Yoongi’s eyes keep drifting from the sight of your pussy sucking his fingers to your face which shows nothing but pleasure. “Want to get fucked by my cock like this?”
“Oh fuck, please baby. Want you to fuck me with your cock.”
“You gotta cum around my fingers, first.” He growls and starts fingering you with a brutal pace.
You cry out loudly. Each time his fingers meet that sweet spot of yours, making you feel entirely at loss of your own body. You just want to cum and let go of this intense pressure you are feeling inside your stomach. “Fuck, you are going to make me cum, Yoongi.”
“Do it baby, cum around my fingers,” he grits, and then attaches his mouth to your clit, sucking harshly.
Within seconds you are cumming and finishing around his fingers. Your whole body shakes and you close your legs around his head, only cries of his name escaping your mouth.
Yoongi doesn’t stop. He continues his ministrations, helping you ride out your orgasm.
You gently whine and tug at his hair when it starts feeling too overwhelming for you. Yoongi reluctantly retreats but not before giving your pussy a few more kitten like licks.
When he stands up to his full length, he kisses you with a force that momentarily takes you aback. Body feeling all spent and with you being all breathless, it takes you some time to kiss him back passionately.
You moan into his mouth softly. His warm palms resting against your bare back as he kisses you, feels like a grounding force for you.
Your hands rest on his chest. However, you are quick to protest about the piece of cloth that comes in the way of his warm chest. You tug at his shirt before starting to quickly unbutton him.
Yoongi doesn’t stop. Neither your hands nor kissing you. He groans when he first feels your touch against his naked torso. Goosebumps spread all over his body as you start exploring more and more of his body.
Your hands soon find themselves on his belt and you pause briefly, almost as if waiting for his permission for you to proceed.
Yoongi only gets closer to you and whispers in a low voice. “Go ahead.”
That is all you need before your hands get even more frantic than what they were before. You just came minutes before but you feel a wave of fresh arousal at his lustful whisper.
You simply cannot wait for him to whisper sinful things into your ear as he fucks into you.
Getting rid of the belt, you undo his trousers and tug them all the way down. Pulling his underwear off at the same time.
Once he is in front of you all naked, you cannot help but just stare at him. Head to toe, he is way too beautiful. Your eyes slowly skim over his milky skin and you feel this irresistible urge to mark it all red and purple.
However, when you see his dripping cock, all patience to take your time with him is gone out of the window. All your focus immediately goes to just having him deep inside you.
You take a hold of his cock and slowly start moving your hand up and down.
Yoongi hisses and pulls you closer. “Fuck, just like that baby.”
Fueled by his encouragement, your grip around him tightens. You jerk him off more confidently, but still ensure to keep your movements slow, never increasing your pace.
“I can't wait to feel you inside me, Yoongi,” looking straight into his eyes, you mumble your desires to him. “Want you deep inside me, fucking into me till you cum.”
Yoongi’s eyes darken, even more, something you didn’t know was possible.
“Want me to fuck you baby? Need my cock inside your pussy, that bad?”
You are quick to nod. “Please Yoongi, you have no idea how long I have waited for this.”
“Is that so, baby?” he hums lowly, “Thought about me fucking you before?”
“I did, I thought about it so many times,” you nibble on his ear, “Won’t you make this unforgettable, baby? Better than anything that I might have ever imagined in my dreams?”
For some reason, you just wanted to challenge Yoongi. Almost as if, you knew how to get this incredibly reserved man to let go of all his reservations.
“Baby, you will get fucked all right,” he bites your neck and sucks harshly. “You won’t be able to walk to class tomorrow.”
“Prove it. Show me how good you can fuck me.”
Yoongi gets to action even before you have finished your sentence. He removes your hand and gently positions himself at your entrance.
The feeling of his tip teasing you has you sighing in impatience. When he finally does insert himself, you moan loudly at how full you feel.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” your nails dig into his back as he pushes himself further and further in. “I feel so full, fuck. Please fuck me, Yoongi.”
Yoongi lets out a series of curse words of his own. “Fuck you are so wet and warm around me. Your pussy feels so good wrapped around me like this.”
You whimper when Yoongi slowly starts pulling back, only to thrust back, hitting deep inside you. “Fuck, yes. I needed this so bad.”
“You did, huh?” Yoongi grits, slowly increasing his pace. “Tell me what exactly you used to think about?”
“I have thought about you bending me over your desk and fucking me senseless,” you whimper out your admission. You do not have any filters on you right now. All you can currently think about is just how good his cock feels inside you.
“One of these days, I am going to do just that, baby, you will walk out of class full of my cum.”
You shudder at the thought. You have lost count of exactly how many times you have daydreamed about this man. Ogled at his veiny arms while he was busy giving lectures. Every single time, you have had this thought of how hot it would be if he were to someday fuck you like that, in his class, all in that professor attire of his.
You are so aroused by the image in your head, you cannot form words that make sense. Instead your muscles clench around him, trying to keep him inside you.
“You like the thought of that, huh?” Yoongi grips your waist, holding you in place as his thrusts get more intense. “Fuck, I will give you exactly what you want baby.”
“Please, fuck fuck fuck,” you scream, feeling every cell of your body on fire.
Yoongi quickly places a hand over your mouth and tsks. “Now you cannot be that loud, can you? You will let everyone else know just how hard you are getting fucked inside.”
Muffled moans are all that you reply him with.
Yoongi’s eyes trace over your naked body. He notices the hair that sticks to your forehead, the beads of sweat that have slowly formed over time, the way in which you have your eyes rolled back in pleasure.
When his gaze drops to the way your breasts move with each thrust, he is unable to resist the temptation. Immediately, he is taking one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking hard. He sucks and bites on your nipples hard, occasionally switching to flicking the bud with his tongue.
When your muffled moans get louder, his other hand comes down on your clit with a slap. “Shhh. Be quiet.”
But who are you to listen? Yoongi hushing you and slapping your clit has you even more desperate to cum around him.
“Please…please…please.”
“What is that baby? You want to cum?”
You look at him with wide desperate eyes and nod frantically.
Yoongi kisses you fiercely. With how good you look like this, he honestly could have gone with fucking you for hours. But this is not the place for that.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, “Make yourself cum around me.”
Your hands quickly get to work as you start rubbing your little bud around tight circles. You moan and scream against his palms, whimpering, shaking and crying under his touch.
You don’t know when it takes over you. All you feel is this sudden overwhelming sensation and you close your legs shut tightly around his hips. You grip his hair tightly and arch your back, your entire body feeling out of your control.
“Fuck, that’s it baby.” Yoongi coos softly next to your ears, his pace not faltering one bit. “You got so tight around me, baby.”
You are breathless and entirely spent by the time you come down from your high. You look down at Yoongi who looks like he is about to hit his high too.
“Cum for me Yoongi. Please, finish inside me.”
That does it for him.
He moans your name loudly and finishes inside you. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
All of his motions come to a halt. He stills deep inside you and you feel him cumming.
A few moments pass as Yoongi rides his orgasm. When he comes off his high, his body goes limp against yours.
For a few beats there is just silence, until you are placing a soft gentle kiss on his forehead.
Yoongi mumbles something very softly, something that you do not catch before he is getting up, his now limp dick slowly slipping out.
He himself is all sweaty and spent and you think that this is singlehandedly the most beautiful sight you have evers seen. However, when he looks at you with those eyes, you feel incredibly vulnerable now that your mind is no longer clouded with sheer desire.
You look away from him and try to get out some words that could possibly break the tension when you feel a soft gentle kiss being placed on your forehead. The action causes your breath to hitch.
“Get up, pee, and get cleaned,” he whispers, his body warm against yours.
The warm soft look in his eyes gives you a sense of comfort and familiarity, before you manage a nod and do exactly what he has asked you to.
By the time you are done getting dressed, Yoongi has put his clothes on as well.
You stand in front of him awkwardly, not knowing what to say or do.
“I-Uh—”
“Do you have anywhere to be, tonight?” Yoongi beats you to it.
The question catches you off guard and it takes you a few breaths to understand what he's asking.
“No—I don't.”
Yoongi nods. “Do you want to come over to my place? I could cook you something and we can watch a movie”
You stand there and blink. What? You'd absolutely love to—but also what?!
The longer you stay quiet, the warmer Yoongi’s cheeks get, and it takes him clearing his throat for you to take notice of just how red his cheeks have gotten.
“I'd love that,” you nod shyly.
A small smile spreads on Yoongi's lips and you simply cannot stop the way your heart flutters in your ribcage.
Yoongi walks towards you and puts his palm forward. “Is it okay if I hold your hand?”
You don't respond verbally. Instead, simply place your hand on top of his and interlace your fingers.
“Shall we?”
Yoongi gives you another smile, something very unlike anything you have ever seen on him. Something that gives rise to butterflies in your stomach.
You nod shyly and with that the two of you head out, knowing very well that there is no going back.
A/N: i really hope you enjoyed it! let me know your thoughts they are always appreciated!
Genre: it's just a pure angst ride 😩 (it's my attempt to write an asshole jk, hehe)
Rating: 18+
Word count: 4K+ (approx)
Summary: You can’t remember the moment your marriage slipped into silence, like a forgotten melody fading into the background. Each day, you feel yourself drifting further into the shadows, invisible and abandoned. But when you learn that Jungkook spent your birthday with his ex, something sharp and unyielding stirs within you. The delicate thread you’ve held onto for so long finally breaks. You've reached the end.
This is a drabble, which comes after the four main chapters of the series which can be found here!
It's been longer than you'd like to admit.
You weren't delighted to find yourself standing in front of the house you and Jungkook once called home.
But you couldn’t think of anywhere else for you to look.
If he's not in the office, not picking up calls, he might very well be sitting at home—and you really, really hope—chilling.
That one childhood trauma is not helping you right now.
You ring the doorbell once. Your feet refuse to stay settled, constantly tapping against the floor. You count to three in your mind, and press the doorbell again. Then again. And once more.
Genre: SMUT IN ALL CAPS, there’s some angst and then there’s fluff!
Rating: 18+
Summary: going out on a date is harmless, right? Wrong. Especially when your hot professor is also at the very same restaurant and is sitting right across from you.
Word Count: 7K
Warnings: age gap of ten year, make out, fingering, oral (f), nipple play, unprotected p in v (this is just a fic, please be aware of that)
A/N: never got around to change the banner!
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The short black dress clinging to your body gives you that extra confidence you were aiming for. After all, you are going on a date after ages. You really could do with some confidence and feeling sexy in your bones.
When you walk inside the restaurant, you're pleasantly surprised by the cosy yet classy ambience it has. It's well lit with golden yellow lights and well occupied with people—but also not enough for it to feel crowded.
"Reservation made under the name of Troye Kurt”, you tell the receptionist with a polite smile.
"Just a second ma'am," she acknowledges your words before typing the given name on her computer. A split second later, she presses a small button on her desk and a waitress arrives. "Rachel here, will guide you to your table."
Rachel, takes you to your table where you find that Troye is already sitting and waiting for you.
"Hello," you greet him with a shy, nervous smile. "Did I keep you waiting for too long?"
He gets up from his chair to greet you with a small hug and pulls out your chair for you. "Not at all. If anything I'm the one who's early."
"Well I'd say that's a good quality to have," you quip. "Already making an impression, nice."
He lets out a small laugh and you cannot help but think that it is cute.
"What if it's because I was too nervous of being late, that I came a little too early?"
You muse, pretending to think for a moment. "Well then, that gives you a little too much of an advantage in my books."
He shakes his head and chuckles at your words in response.
The introductory conversation gives you the impression that the date would go great.
Thankfully, you are proven right. The both of you seem to never run out of topics to converse on and the food is simply amazing. He doesn't dig too much about facts, rather asks you about the little things that people don't usually put much effort into learning about a person.
You honestly could not have asked for a better first date to break your dry spell of putting yourself out there.
However, there's that nagging voice at the back of your mind, which constantly tells you something is missing. You try your utter best to ignore that feeling and put your entire focus on Troye, knowing very well that you'd be ridiculously stupid not to.
A few sips of wine later, a group of men enter the restaurant and pass by your table to sit themselves right across from you. You don't notice them at first, too busy chatting with Troye and laughing at the way he seems to have a witty response to almost everything you say.
However, soon, you are forced to take your eyes off Troye, when you feel this unshakeable feeling that someone is watching you. You briefly glance away from your date to look at the person who seemingly can't look away from you.
Professor Min.
Your whole body freezes when you notice him. He stares—glare would be a better word—at you with such intensity that it makes a shiver run down your spine. What is he doing here?
Your eyes move from him to the people he's sitting with and you assume he's here with his friends, probably celebrating something or simply having dinner with them.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuucckkkk.
The comfort and ease you were feeling moments ago, evaporates into thin air. Looking away from him, you gulp.
How are you gonna spend the rest of the night with him sitting right across you, staring at you like that? As if you have done something that has pissed him off beyond belief?
You have been attending professor Min's classes for months and never have you seen him lose his cool.
During classes or even outside of it, from what you have seen, your professor is not a man of many words. He keeps things to himself and is extremely hard to read. Communication with him is limited to a few words and nods. His smiles are limited to the quirk of his lips to show that he's amused about something. But that's it.
However, now, there's a frown etched on his face that doesn't hide his displeasure. His lips are set in a straight line and there's that subtle clenching of his jaw that doesn't go unnoticed.
The look on his face makes you gulp again.
You try to focus on your plate and on Jack to avoid your professor's presence as much as you can. However, you soon realise it's fruitless. No matter where you look and what you do, the heat of his stare causes a burning sensation to pool in your stomach.
It's only moments later that your phone buzzes, the low vibration startling you. You shoot a polite smile at Troye before excusing yourself and unlocking the message.
Professor Min: this man that happens to be sitting with you, better be your brother or some distant sibling
You chew on your lower lip as a spark of thrill shoots through your veins.
You: what if i tell you he isn't?
Professor Min: then for his sake, let's hope he is your uncle
You: does he not look a little too young to be my uncle?
Professor Min: cut the crap, Miss Y/L/N.
Professor Min: Who is he?
You: my date, in case that wasn't obvious.
You look up from your screen, not wanting to miss his reaction.
He sucks in a deep breath and then relaxes. All the clenching of his jaw, furrowed brows, the tension on his features, all of it vanishes in the blink of an eye. But only a fool would think that he's calm and composed. Something much darker and dangerous takes over.
Professor Min: meet me in the hallway in five minutes.
The words on your screen heightens the nervous excitement you have been feeling. Trying to keep your expressions neutral, you look up from your phone screen and lock eyes with your professor. His eyes stay locked with yours briefly, before he looks away and puts on a small polite smile to excuse himself from the table.
He walks past you and you stiffen when you feel the rage that his body seems to radiate. Shit.
Professor Min or Yoongi, and you have history.
Months ago, you had signed up on a dating site. After much frustration and unasked nudes from guys, you had done something you aren't proud of. You had changed your age to appear older in hopes that men who are just a little older, would be much more mature than the ones you had interacted with so far, and that there would at least be someone you would click with.
Click you did, with Yoongi.
Ten years older than you and four years older than the age you had put on your profile, you could tell that the man was utterly gorgeous through the pictures. As gorgeous as he was, it was also just as entertaining to talk to him. He just had such an interesting view of life and had so much knowledge about things that it never failed to fascinate you. You could always count on him to leave you awestruck. Conversations not getting boring was a first for you on dating apps.
What however, was totally out of your imagination was him writing and producing songs in his free time. Like are you kidding me????? That’s just so fucking attractive.
With his talents and vast knowledge was also this aura of mystery that he seemed to carry. You won’t lie, he was very simple and direct. However, it was in his simpleness and unhinged direct nature that you found this odd sense of mystery about him. It made you curious, whether his honesty came from a place of arrogance, confidence or whether he simply didn’t bother to give a fuck about what people thought of him. You just had this unexplained urge to get to know the man better.
You could have possibly known him better had you agreed to meet with him.
As much as you wanted to, you were also scared of the embarrassment and shame that you would undoubtedly feel when he would realise that you had lied about your age. For some reason you were convinced that even though you could fool people online, there’s no way you could go two seconds without spilling out the truth about your age,
Hence, you made excuses. But to his credit, Yoongi never questioned you nor did he ever pressure you. And you found his lack of questioning and sheer acceptance so refreshing and it only added to the things you found attractive about him.
You were thankful that it wasn't paired with his disinterest in talking to you. At least you never felt that way. He was his usual self and you could just not get enough of it.
At the back of your mind you knew that this couldn’t go on for long. You needed to come clean and tell him the truth if you wanted this to last. You were mentally preparing for it to the best of your best of ability.
But then your new semester started and you learnt that your classes were to be taken by a new professor and as anyone–but you–might have guessed it, that professor was none other than Min Yoongi.
The very moment he walked inside the class, you recognised him and it might just have been your wide eyed surprised gawking—or the gasp you had let out— the next thing you knew, his gaze was locked with yours. You had looked away immediately, not wanting to see the realisation clicking in place.
However, there was no denying that he recognised you.
You still cannot put into words the horror and shock you felt that day and the number of times you tried to dip your head anytime you'd feel his eyes on you. You prayed to whatever god was out there for him to not make you pay for your sins in the form of him calling you out in front of everybody. Although farfetched, you couldn’t blame him if he did that.
Thankfully, he didn’t.
When classes came to an end, you had made up your mind to apologise to him. However, when you looked for his profile on your chat section, you learnt that he had unmatched with you.
It did hurt and you did burn with shame but with that also closed the window you had of being honest with him. There was no way you were going to approach him in university only to explain your stupid thoughtless choices. In your defence, you never imagined that the only man you liked would turn out to be your professor.
You do remember him mentioning that he was applying for new jobs but never, never did you think it was for the post of a professor in your university.
The first few weeks you could not look him straight in the eye. Gradually and at an uncomfortably slow pace, things became normal. As normal as it could, given your history.
There was still something unspoken, something only one who has a very keen sense of observation could notice.
This case of yours wasn't helped by the fact that you were now getting to see Yoongi everyday. You were getting to see him teach students with sincerity and were getting to take a peek inside that amazing mind of his, that has always intrigued you.
It is rather unfortunate that instead of focusing on his words, your mind would often end up focusing on his deep voice and your eyes would end up tracing the veins on his arms.
You had to frequently remind yourself that he's no longer Yoongi, rather Professor Min. But your reminders weren't of much help.
It was as if there was something wanting and waiting to explode.
You cannot help but wonder if today was the awaited day when things finally reach a conclusion. If it does, you’d be the happiest woman on earth.
You look at Troye’s smiling face and feel a tinge of guilt spread through you at the thought of lusting for your professor when you’re on a date with him. But the guilt isn’t strong enough for you to miss out on this opportunity.
“Excuse me, I need to use the washroom,” the words come out extra sweet as you try to hide the nervousness pulsing in your veins.
“Sure,” your date is quick to reply.
As you leave the main area, you’re extra conscious of every movement you make. With each step you take, you become hyper alert of what is awaiting for you. It excites you in a way nothing has for a long long time.
The moment you’re inside the washroom, you look around and are disappointed to find it empty. You don’t get much time to linger in your disappointment as the door swings open the very next moment and walks in professor Min.
“Thought it’d take you longer,” he drawls slowly, his eyes holding amusement and something sinister. Your cheeks heat up at his words and he chuckles. “Although, I'm glad that you knew better than to keep me waiting.”
Huffing, you meet his eyes, refusing to back down. “Why did you ask me to come here?”
Something flickers in his gaze and it reminds you of the rage you had felt from him. For some odd reason it’s only now that you seem to take notice of how he seems calmer now, almost as if the source of his anger is now gone and you briefly wonder if the reason behind that, is you leaving your date to comply with his request—more like order. However, you shoot that thought down.
After so many silent repetitive rejections, you cannot entertain the flicker of hope in your chest.
With two long strides, he closes the distance between the both of you. His breath hits your face and it makes you shudder. “Tell me, Miss Y/L/N, what did you think was going to happen when you left your date to meet me, here?”
Unable to meet his eyes, you keep quiet. You won’t allow yourself to be honest. The next best thing that you can do is to test his limits.
You tilt your chin and look him in the eye with a challenging look in your eye. “Profesor Min, I think you’re in the mood of chatting around. I believe that can be done in the university premises as well. Hence, I think I should go back to my date. Don’t you agree?”
Yoongi’s stare pierces through you and the moment you turn around to leave, he pulls you back with a force that makes you yelp. You collide with his firm toned chest and the feel of it makes you gulp for the umpteenth time.
“You dare think of him in front of me,” he grits the words out and with you being incredibly close to him, you realise something.
A smile spreads on your lips, “You smell like vanilla.”
He’s taken aback by your sudden comment. “Is that what you have to say, right now?”
You shrug. “I have always wondered what you smell like.”
“And how long have you wondered that?”
“Since when we started talking.”
Something flickers in his gaze but it’s gone as quickly. “The date you were on, was that a first date?”
“Why do you care?”
Definitely not the right thing to say, you realise a moment too late. “Don’t push my buttons, Miss Y/L/N.”
You blink at him innocently. “But I am not doing anything—”
A hand of his comes up and glides at the back of your neck. His gentle grip is highly in contrast with how warm his palms feel against your skin. “You know exactly what you are doing.”
Your breath hitches and you’re acutely aware that his gentle grip is only a sign that he’s holding back. What, you’re unsure of but you oh so desperately want to know. “I genuinely do not understand what me going on a date has anything to do with you professor.”
A low chuckle escapes him in response as he looks at you with a dark look in his eyes. “Oh how you put up that act of yours being oblivious. As if you’don’t know how you affect me every walking second of the day.”
Eyes widening, you look at him. Now, you are the one who’s caught off guard by his admission. “B-but you wouldn’t even look at me—”
“How could I?” He snaps like a band that has been stretched much more than it would like to. “No professor should look at a student the way I do. How could I look at you when everytime that I did, all I could think about was making you mine.”
Your lungs lose all air. You suddenly find yourself out of breath and your legs start to feel like jelly. All of a sudden, you find yourself in a situation you have fantasized about a little too much for your liking, but also believed was only possible in your wildest dreams.
Your eyes refuse to leave his and you notice the hidden dilemma that plays out. There's also shame that lingers behind his orbs. What, however, fuels you is the strong anger, frustration and desire that swims in them. To think that those emotions are there because of you, and that they are strong enough for him to ignore his conscience, gives you the push to speak again.
“Make me,” you whisper in a shaky voice. “Make me yours.”
You had expected him to protest. You had expected him to demand answers from you, for what happened on the dating app, still remains unspoken. You had expected him to ask you more questions about your date. You hadn't, however, expected him to smash his mouth with yours.
Your eyes widen in surprise and you find yourself stumbling back at the suddenness of his move. You blink twice and then close your eyes tightly shut, in fear of this being a dream. Blindly reaching out, your hands get entangled in his hair and you find yourself kissing him back like the way you have always wanted to.
And boy does he know how to kiss.
The warmth of his mouth burns you in ways that only makes you ache for more. The sensation, so hauntingly delicious, that you remain oblivious to everything around you, except for the soft pair of lips on yours.
It's the low groan greeting your ears that makes you finally open your eyes. You're greeted by the sight of the man you have so frequently daydreamed about, with his brows furrowed deeply and eyes shut close, much like yours were moments ago. He looks so painfully focused and pleasured, that you involuntarily let out a small whimper.
The sweet desperate sound makes him pull you closer and his hand tightens around your waist. He parts his lips from yours, rather reluctantly and looks at you with hooded eyes.
“Tell me, where did you think this date you were on, would have ultimately led to?”
You have no clue.
You had nothing particular in mind when you had planned to go out with someone. It was merely a way, an effort to put yourself out there. But there's no way in hell, you'd tell your professor that. If you're getting a chance to make things even for the amount of suffering you have had to go through these past few months, why should you not take it?
One one hand, you're desperate. You're desperate to get his lips on yours again and to feel his hands all over you. However, it's the mere thought of seeing him riled up the way he was when he saw you with Troye, has you playing coy and gathering enough patience to see how far this can go.
“Well, for starters, I had hoped he would be a gentleman,” your words come out in a soft tone, giving the false impression of genuineness. “I had hoped we would have a good time talking and getting to know each other–which by the way we were having, until you so kindly interrupted.”
He looks at you passively, his eyes challenging you to go on. And hence, you do.
“And if I liked him, I had hoped that after the date ends, we could maybe, you know, take things a little further.” This is a total lie. Sleeping with someone or even doing anything remotely physical, which is what you are currently implying, on the first date is something that you'd never do. But eh, Yoongi doesn't need to know that.
“So, did you like him?” Yoongi interrupts you, stopping you from continuing any further.
“I did,” you shrug casually, knowing very well you're pushing his buttons.
Your professor's hand, in a very smooth manner, slides all the way up from your waist to your throat. The motion might as well be compared to that of a snake's slithering. His hand tightens around your throat, and he rests his forehead against yours.
“Well Miss Y/L/N, you're a fool if you think you could ever be with some other man, on my radar.”
Then you better make it good, that's what you had intended on saying, however your words die in your throat when his lips meet yours in a much more aggressive manner than earlier.
You try to keep up with him, but his rough actions paired with his grip on around your neck, has your mind spinning in every delightful way possible.
When his lips move to your neck, your body melts at the feeling. Soft sighs escape your lips and you grip his hair tightly as a sign of encouragement for him to continue.
You moan loudly when you feel a slight sting at the juncture of your neck, right under your ear and realise that he's marking you. The thought of attending his class tomorrow, with this mark on your neck, just sounds so deliciously scandalous.
“Fuck, you're good at this,” you speak.
Instead of replying to you, he unzips the dress you were wearing and his hands gently help you to peel the piece of garment from your body.
His whole body grows stiff with every inch of skin that gradually gets exposed for his eyes to devour.
Once you're finally out of your dress, he takes his sweet time to let his eyes roam over your skin. However, soon, he snaps out of it and muterring a small ‘’fuck’ under his breath, he unclasps your bra.
The motion of it is so sudden and smooth, that you are completely surprised by it. Despite your initial instinct being that of covering yourself up, one stern look from him has you lowering your arms.
He groans at the sight of your pebbled nipples and his thumbs make their way down to fiddle with them. With each flick against your nipple, you feel sparks of electricity spread through your body.
“Please do something,” you beg, your patience finally running thin. As much as you would like to drag this out and make it last as long as you can, you really need to feel some release. The heat flowing through your veins is consuming you in such a way that you feel like you will combust, otherwise.
Yoongi, thankfully, seems to sense that you really are as desperate as you sound and by the little smirk on his face, he is quite satisfied at the sight of your helpless state.
Before you can say anything to wipe that smirk off, he’s getting down on his knees.
The sight of him looking up at you with that smirk has all thoughts evaporating from your mind. When his hands slide up your thighs and grab the hem of your underwear, you hold your breath. You have probably dreamt and fantasised about this moment for ages, but now that it is finally turning into reality, you find some of your nerves returning.
You ask yourself to take a deep breath and when you exhale and look down, it’s only then that you realise Yoongi has stopped all movements and is observing you closely. You look at him and you’re reminded of the conversations you used to have with him. How, even though it was via texts, he always was a gentleman who always gave you your space and never did anything remotely close to make you feel uncomfortable.
You recall all the times when you expected an additional question or an extra push from him but instead you were only met with complete acceptance.
“Are you sure, you want to continue?” he asks in a sincere tone.
For some odd reason, you’re oddly comforted by his question and warm gaze. It gives you the courage to listen to your heart and remind yourself that you have been wanting this for a really long time.
“I do,” you confirm.
Yoongi looks at you a moment longer and when he finally comes to the conclusion that you are sure about your choice, his hands get to work again.
The rough calluses of his fingertips inch towards the final piece of clothing on your body; your underwear. Your breath hitches when you feel his touch. He hooks his finger to the hem of your underwear and gently pulls it down.
You shiver when you realise you are all bare for him, while he still remains fully clothed. You feel very out of control, every inch of your body is simply craving his touch. However, you also feel so powerful, with the way he is kneeling in front of you with his gaze stuck at your most intimate part.
He uses his thumbs to spread apart your lips. “Fuck, you are so wet.”
You exhale shakily. You thought you had seen how Yoongi looked with lust in his eyes, but nothing compares to just how hungry he looks right now. You feel like a prey about to be feasted upon. And oh how do you like the feeling like his prey.
“Yoongi,” you mewl, “I have waited for this so long, please do—”
Before you can get your words out, Yoongi is putting his mouth on you and sucking harshly.
You gasp at the sensation and your hand reaches out to hold his hair. “Fuck, I needed you so bad.”
Yoongi doesn’t respond to your words. Neither does he look up to see just how lost in pleasure you are. Instead, he eats you out and groans against your pussy like he was starving. He lets his tongue run flat collecting all your wetness before flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue wildly.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” you pull on his hair, “Your tongue feels so good.”
Yoongi hums approvingly, briefly detaching to catch his breath. “You taste so sweet, baby. Could eat you out for hours”
He spits on your pussy and spreads it with his fingers, making an even bigger mess out of you. The sight and sensation of it has you clenching around nothing and Yoongi doesn’t miss out on that. “Look at you clenching like that. Do you like when I spit on your pussy?”
A part of you feels incredibly shy to admit it out loud, but you are beyond the point of letting your shyness hold you back. “Yes, fuck, I do.”
He tsks, slowly teasing your entrance with his finger. “That didn’t seem sincere enough. What exactly is it that you like about it?”
A part of you wants to have a mouth and snap at him for expecting you to give proper answers. But with the way Yoongi is relentlessly teasing you with his fingers, you cannot form a single coherent thought. It is almost like cat and mouse, with your hole clenching and trying to keep his fingers inside you, but Yoongi somehow manages to escape every single time, making you feel a mix of both frustration and desperation.
“Yoongi, just fuck me with your fingers.”
Yoongi doesn’t. Instead he spits right on your clit and smacks it a couple of times. “That is not what I asked for, sweetheart.”
You gasp at the sensation. Fuck, you never knew how good this could feel. “Fuck, Yoongi I love it when you do that”
He tsks again, this time slowly inserting two of his fingers inside you. His movements are slow and careful, watching every movement of your body closely for any sign of discomfort. When he is met with your moans and your grip on his hair tightening, he starts fingering you at a slow and steady pace.
“Tell me Y/N, be a good girl. Why do you like me spitting on your pussy?”
Fuck, you want to be called that again. and again. and again. “I love you making a mess out of me. Love feeling your spit drip down my pussy.”
He hums. “Do you like being my good girl?”
“Fuck, yes I do. Want to be your good girl.”
“I thought so with the way you clenched around me when I called you that.” Just as he is done saying that his pace keeps increasing.
His fingers start fucking into you at a greater pace. Each thrust has your toes curling. Your back arches and you keep saying his name like a prayer.
Yoongi’s eyes keep drifting from the sight of your pussy sucking his fingers to your face which shows nothing but pleasure. “Want to get fucked by my cock like this?”
“Oh fuck, please baby. Want you to fuck me with your cock.”
“You gotta cum around my fingers, first.” He growls and starts fingering you with a brutal pace.
You cry out loudly. Each time his fingers meet that sweet spot of yours, making you feel entirely at loss of your own body. You just want to cum and let go of this intense pressure you are feeling inside your stomach. “Fuck, you are going to make me cum, Yoongi.”
“Do it baby, cum around my fingers,” he grits, and then attaches his mouth to your clit, sucking harshly.
Within seconds you are cumming and finishing around his fingers. Your whole body shakes and you close your legs around his head, only cries of his name escaping your mouth.
Yoongi doesn’t stop. He continues his ministrations, helping you ride out your orgasm.
You gently whine and tug at his hair when it starts feeling too overwhelming for you. Yoongi reluctantly retreats but not before giving your pussy a few more kitten like licks.
When he stands up to his full length, he kisses you with a force that momentarily takes you aback. Body feeling all spent and with you being all breathless, it takes you some time to kiss him back passionately.
You moan into his mouth softly. His warm palms resting against your bare back as he kisses you, feels like a grounding force for you.
Your hands rest on his chest. However, you are quick to protest about the piece of cloth that comes in the way of his warm chest. You tug at his shirt before starting to quickly unbutton him.
Yoongi doesn’t stop. Neither your hands nor kissing you. He groans when he first feels your touch against his naked torso. Goosebumps spread all over his body as you start exploring more and more of his body.
Your hands soon find themselves on his belt and you pause briefly, almost as if waiting for his permission for you to proceed.
Yoongi only gets closer to you and whispers in a low voice. “Go ahead.”
That is all you need before your hands get even more frantic than what they were before. You just came minutes before but you feel a wave of fresh arousal at his lustful whisper.
You simply cannot wait for him to whisper sinful things into your ear as he fucks into you.
Getting rid of the belt, you undo his trousers and tug them all the way down. Pulling his underwear off at the same time.
Once he is in front of you all naked, you cannot help but just stare at him. Head to toe, he is way too beautiful. Your eyes slowly skim over his milky skin and you feel this irresistible urge to mark it all red and purple.
However, when you see his dripping cock, all patience to take your time with him is gone out of the window. All your focus immediately goes to just having him deep inside you.
You take a hold of his cock and slowly start moving your hand up and down.
Yoongi hisses and pulls you closer. “Fuck, just like that baby.”
Fueled by his encouragement, your grip around him tightens. You jerk him off more confidently, but still ensure to keep your movements slow, never increasing your pace.
“I can't wait to feel you inside me, Yoongi,” looking straight into his eyes, you mumble your desires to him. “Want you deep inside me, fucking into me till you cum.”
Yoongi’s eyes darken, even more, something you didn’t know was possible.
“Want me to fuck you baby? Need my cock inside your pussy, that bad?”
You are quick to nod. “Please Yoongi, you have no idea how long I have waited for this.”
“Is that so, baby?” he hums lowly, “Thought about me fucking you before?”
“I did, I thought about it so many times,” you nibble on his ear, “Won’t you make this unforgettable, baby? Better than anything that I might have ever imagined in my dreams?”
For some reason, you just wanted to challenge Yoongi. Almost as if, you knew how to get this incredibly reserved man to let go of all his reservations.
“Baby, you will get fucked all right,” he bites your neck and sucks harshly. “You won’t be able to walk to class tomorrow.”
“Prove it. Show me how good you can fuck me.”
Yoongi gets to action even before you have finished your sentence. He removes your hand and gently positions himself at your entrance.
The feeling of his tip teasing you has you sighing in impatience. When he finally does insert himself, you moan loudly at how full you feel.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” your nails dig into his back as he pushes himself further and further in. “I feel so full, fuck. Please fuck me, Yoongi.”
Yoongi lets out a series of curse words of his own. “Fuck you are so wet and warm around me. Your pussy feels so good wrapped around me like this.”
You whimper when Yoongi slowly starts pulling back, only to thrust back, hitting deep inside you. “Fuck, yes. I needed this so bad.”
“You did, huh?” Yoongi grits, slowly increasing his pace. “Tell me what exactly you used to think about?”
“I have thought about you bending me over your desk and fucking me senseless,” you whimper out your admission. You do not have any filters on you right now. All you can currently think about is just how good his cock feels inside you.
“One of these days, I am going to do just that, baby, you will walk out of class full of my cum.”
You shudder at the thought. You have lost count of exactly how many times you have daydreamed about this man. Ogled at his veiny arms while he was busy giving lectures. Every single time, you have had this thought of how hot it would be if he were to someday fuck you like that, in his class, all in that professor attire of his.
You are so aroused by the image in your head, you cannot form words that make sense. Instead your muscles clench around him, trying to keep him inside you.
“You like the thought of that, huh?” Yoongi grips your waist, holding you in place as his thrusts get more intense. “Fuck, I will give you exactly what you want baby.”
“Please, fuck fuck fuck,” you scream, feeling every cell of your body on fire.
Yoongi quickly places a hand over your mouth and tsks. “Now you cannot be that loud, can you? You will let everyone else know just how hard you are getting fucked inside.”
Muffled moans are all that you reply him with.
Yoongi’s eyes trace over your naked body. He notices the hair that sticks to your forehead, the beads of sweat that have slowly formed over time, the way in which you have your eyes rolled back in pleasure.
When his gaze drops to the way your breasts move with each thrust, he is unable to resist the temptation. Immediately, he is taking one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking hard. He sucks and bites on your nipples hard, occasionally switching to flicking the bud with his tongue.
When your muffled moans get louder, his other hand comes down on your clit with a slap. “Shhh. Be quiet.”
But who are you to listen? Yoongi hushing you and slapping your clit has you even more desperate to cum around him.
“Please…please…please.”
“What is that baby? You want to cum?”
You look at him with wide desperate eyes and nod frantically.
Yoongi kisses you fiercely. With how good you look like this, he honestly could have gone with fucking you for hours. But this is not the place for that.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, “Make yourself cum around me.”
Your hands quickly get to work as you start rubbing your little bud around tight circles. You moan and scream against his palms, whimpering, shaking and crying under his touch.
You don’t know when it takes over you. All you feel is this sudden overwhelming sensation and you close your legs shut tightly around his hips. You grip his hair tightly and arch your back, your entire body feeling out of your control.
“Fuck, that’s it baby.” Yoongi coos softly next to your ears, his pace not faltering one bit. “You got so tight around me, baby.”
You are breathless and entirely spent by the time you come down from your high. You look down at Yoongi who looks like he is about to hit his high too.
“Cum for me Yoongi. Please, finish inside me.”
That does it for him.
He moans your name loudly and finishes inside you. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
All of his motions come to a halt. He stills deep inside you and you feel him cumming.
A few moments pass as Yoongi rides his orgasm. When he comes off his high, his body goes limp against yours.
For a few beats there is just silence, until you are placing a soft gentle kiss on his forehead.
Yoongi mumbles something very softly, something that you do not catch before he is getting up, his now limp dick slowly slipping out.
He himself is all sweaty and spent and you think that this is singlehandedly the most beautiful sight you have evers seen. However, when he looks at you with those eyes, you feel incredibly vulnerable now that your mind is no longer clouded with sheer desire.
You look away from him and try to get out some words that could possibly break the tension when you feel a soft gentle kiss being placed on your forehead. The action causes your breath to hitch.
“Get up, pee, and get cleaned,” he whispers, his body warm against yours.
The warm soft look in his eyes gives you a sense of comfort and familiarity, before you manage a nod and do exactly what he has asked you to.
By the time you are done getting dressed, Yoongi has put his clothes on as well.
You stand in front of him awkwardly, not knowing what to say or do.
“I-Uh—”
“Do you have anywhere to be, tonight?” Yoongi beats you to it.
The question catches you off guard and it takes you a few breaths to understand what he's asking.
“No—I don't.”
Yoongi nods. “Do you want to come over to my place? I could cook you something and we can watch a movie”
You stand there and blink. What? You'd absolutely love to—but also what?!
The longer you stay quiet, the warmer Yoongi’s cheeks get, and it takes him clearing his throat for you to take notice of just how red his cheeks have gotten.
“I'd love that,” you nod shyly.
A small smile spreads on Yoongi's lips and you simply cannot stop the way your heart flutters in your ribcage.
Yoongi walks towards you and puts his palm forward. “Is it okay if I hold your hand?”
You don't respond verbally. Instead, simply place your hand on top of his and interlace your fingers.
“Shall we?”
Yoongi gives you another smile, something very unlike anything you have ever seen on him. Something that gives rise to butterflies in your stomach.
You nod shyly and with that the two of you head out, knowing very well that there is no going back.
A/N: i really hope you enjoyed it! let me know your thoughts they are always appreciated!
Summary: you have been trying to get pregnant for quite some time now, and maybe just maybe, Dr. Jeon can help you with that.
Genre: Pure Smut! (Last time I wrote smut, I realized exactly how long it had been, and I kind of took it as a challenge to write smut at least once a month. The thing is, sometimes you just do not get a proper plot, and hence, tadaaaaa, pwp it is!!
Word Count: 2K (approx)
Warnings: well it is smut right from the third line? fing**ing, spit**ng, ni**le pl**, p***y sl**p, loads of dirty talk, unpro****d s**, cre***e, takf of pregnancy, br***ing kink, that sounds about it, i think? (p.s: i hate writing them with all the "******" as well, but well, i am scared of tumblr flagging my post.
A/N: there is no mention of whether the reader is married or whether if she is in a relationship, I will leave that up to you. mentioning this because there is no infidelity.
The fic is available on early access here!
Okay, all of that aside, I just wanted to say that I am so thankful for the support I have been getting on patreon! I am in the middle of job search, and currently with no savings, and source of income except for my writing, so this support means a lot to me. Especially, since, I am the only earning member of the family. Genuinely, thank you for all the support. 💖
to anyone who is interested in my patreon, I will leave the link here. and here are two of my latest patreon exclusive fics: Out of The Woods (completed) and Off Duty, pt (02) (ongoing).
and to people who enjoy my writing and wish to support me, but cannot on patreon, reblogging, commenting, leaving messages always helps! more than you would ever know!
Genre: it's just a pure angst ride 😩 (it's my attempt to write an asshole jk, hehe)
Rating: 18+
Word count: 50K (approx)
Summary: You can’t remember the moment your marriage slipped into silence, like a forgotten melody fading into the background. Each day, you feel yourself drifting further into the shadows, invisible and abandoned. But when you learn that Jungkook spent your birthday with his ex, something sharp and unyielding stirs within you. The delicate thread you’ve held onto for so long finally breaks. You've reached the end.
this is a patreon exclusive fic!
part one
part two
part three
part four
here's a masterlist cause this is finally done! (and also so that it's a little organised)
Genre: it's just a pure angst ride 😩 (it's my attempt to write an asshole jk, hehe)
Rating: 18+
Word count: 4K+ (approx)
Summary: You can’t remember the moment your marriage slipped into silence, like a forgotten melody fading into the background. Each day, you feel yourself drifting further into the shadows, invisible and abandoned. But when you learn that Jungkook spent your birthday with his ex, something sharp and unyielding stirs within you. The delicate thread you’ve held onto for so long finally breaks. You've reached the end.
This is a drabble, which comes after the four main chapters of the series which can be found here!
It's been longer than you'd like to admit.
You weren't delighted to find yourself standing in front of the house you and Jungkook once called home.
But you couldn’t think of anywhere else for you to look.
If he's not in the office, not picking up calls, he might very well be sitting at home—and you really, really hope—chilling.
That one childhood trauma is not helping you right now.
You ring the doorbell once. Your feet refuse to stay settled, constantly tapping against the floor. You count to three in your mind, and press the doorbell again. Then again. And once more.
Genre: it's just a pure angst ride 😩 (it's my attempt to write an asshole jk, hehe)
Rating: 18+
Word count: 4K+ (approx)
Summary: You can’t remember the moment your marriage slipped into silence, like a forgotten melody fading into the background. Each day, you feel yourself drifting further into the shadows, invisible and abandoned. But when you learn that Jungkook spent your birthday with his ex, something sharp and unyielding stirs within you. The delicate thread you’ve held onto for so long finally breaks. You've reached the end.
This is a drabble, which comes after the four main chapters of the series which can be found here!
It's been longer than you'd like to admit.
You weren't delighted to find yourself standing in front of the house you and Jungkook once called home.
But you couldn’t think of anywhere else for you to look.
If he's not in the office, not picking up calls, he might very well be sitting at home—and you really, really hope—chilling.
That one childhood trauma is not helping you right now.
You ring the doorbell once. Your feet refuse to stay settled, constantly tapping against the floor. You count to three in your mind, and press the doorbell again. Then again. And once more.
Summary: you have been trying to get pregnant for quite some time now, and maybe just maybe, Dr. Jeon can help you with that.
Genre: Pure Smut! (Last time I wrote smut, I realized exactly how long it had been, and I kind of took it as a challenge to write smut at least once a month. The thing is, sometimes you just do not get a proper plot, and hence, tadaaaaa, pwp it is!!
Word Count: 2K (approx)
Warnings: well it is smut right from the third line? fing**ing, spit**ng, ni**le pl**, p***y sl**p, loads of dirty talk, unpro****d s**, cre***e, takf of pregnancy, br***ing kink, that sounds about it, i think? (p.s: i hate writing them with all the "******" as well, but well, i am scared of tumblr flagging my post.
A/N: there is no mention of whether the reader is married or whether if she is in a relationship, I will leave that up to you. mentioning this because there is no infidelity.
The fic is available on early access here!
Okay, all of that aside, I just wanted to say that I am so thankful for the support I have been getting on patreon! I am in the middle of job search, and currently with no savings, and source of income except for my writing, so this support means a lot to me. Especially, since, I am the only earning member of the family. Genuinely, thank you for all the support. 💖
to anyone who is interested in my patreon, I will leave the link here. and here are two of my latest patreon exclusive fics: Out of The Woods (completed) and Off Duty, pt (02) (ongoing).
and to people who enjoy my writing and wish to support me, but cannot on patreon, reblogging, commenting, leaving messages always helps! more than you would ever know!
I love, love you all! <3
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