Catch My Fall
Summary: Kim Seokjin is a master gamer. Those who see him play Ms. Pac Man at the local university tremble when he approaches. He's enjoyed his reputation for 2 whole years. That is, until you showed up and beat his high score.
Genre: smut
Sweetest DevotionSummary: in which kim seokjin falls in love with a long time friend
Genre: fluff, idol!au
Min Yoongi
Take My Breath
Summary: pairing up with the best Ears, Nose, and Throat specialist in the country, you find yourself focused on more than just your patient.
Genre: smut
Expensive GirlSummary: You finally take a break from your studies and end up at the right place, at the right time.
Genre: smut
Love On The Brain
Summary: Yoongi helps the reader with an idea for a song, but doesn't anticipate what happens after.
Genre: smut, angst
TowersSummary: Yoongi is away on tour and you two miss each other very, very much.
Genre: smut, fluff
Counting Stars
Summary: Min Yoongi is a piano prodigy and musical genius, but his real passion lies in song writing. He doesn't tell anyone until you show up, giving him the confidence he needs.
Genre: fluff, smut
Replay
Summary: Yoongi loves waking up beside you, especially when mornings start with his tongue
Genre: smut
Best On EarthSummary: Yoongi's admission of his feelings for his friend with benefits comes with a little gentle guidance from the reader
Genre: fluff, smut
Here Comes The SunSummary: Yoongi is very cuddly and the reader can't complain
Genre: fluff
Leave Me LonelySummary: Yoongi and the reader broke up 6 months ago and just as the reader feels she's able to move on, Yoongi shows up on her doorstep with whiskey laced breath.
Genre: angst, smut
If I Can't Have You
Summary: Yoongi has never been the best with timing, and it shows most when he proposes to you
Genre: fluff
Paradise
Summary: Your co-worker unexpected pops into your dreams
Genre: smut
Special-Tea
Summary: Yoongi has always been a coffee man. When stuck at the studio in the early hours of the morning, he craves caffeine. Problem is, the only caffeine related shop open is a small tea shop.
Genre: fluff, smut
off the table. Summary: Fate has an odd way of playing with your mind. When you leave Min Yoongi on his door step nearly a decade ago, you became positive that you would never find love again. Settling for a man you thought you could learn to love, you had given up on fully moving on. But again, fate likes to play.
Genre: fluff, angst, smut
Turning PageSummary: Sometimes you find yourself in the right place at the right time and unknowingly, you fall in love. Min Yoongi certainly didn’t expect that when he met eyes with you one fateful night in late July. Nor did he expect to end up naked in your apartment while you drew his body.
Genre: fluff, smut
A Match Into WaterSummary: Sometimes all Yoongi needs is a warm cabin, and you.
Genre: fluff
Sleep.
Summary: Yoongi has never felt more relaxed than he has while in your arms
Genre: fluff
Tesselation
Summary: Yoongi loves being your good boy
Genre: fluff, smut
Once In A LifetimeSummary: Yoongi is a pain in your ass, but sometimes that’s okay. What’s a cafe job without a little drama?
Genre: fluff, smut, college!au
Young, Dumb, and BrokeSummary: It doesn’t take you long to realize that materialistic possessions aren’t what makes a home. Yoongi is your home, wherever he is, you’re happy.
genre: fluff, smut
I Will Love You Either Way
Summary: Yoongi appreciates you more than you'll ever know
genre: fluff
Jung Hoseok
needy
Summary: Hoseok leaves for Seoul in less than 12 hours, and you’re desperate to tell him how you feel.
Genre: Fluff, smut
Runaway Baby
Summary: Hoseok finds himself longing for more than just treatment from his doctor
Genre: fluff
Kim Namjoon
By My SideSummary|| Kim Namjoon- Teacher’s Assistant, Sex God, and the last thing you expected to have in your mouth. Name or otherwise. When Namjoon offers to tutor you, you couldn’t pass up that offer even though he didn’t give you much of a choice
Genre: fluff, smut
Safety NetSummary: Kim Namjoon is very, very much in love with you. This shows in multiple ways, but his proposal is more than enough to let you know how much he cares.
Genre: fluff, smut, establishedrelationship!au
Weak When You're Around
Summary: After a drunken night and meeting a tall man at the club, the reader realizes the fun is far from over.
Genre: smut
Mikrokosmos
Summary: In which the reader learns that love shows itself in many different ways.
Genre: the fluffiest thing I've ever written
Park Jimin
Ethereal- prologue (temporarily discontinued)
Summary: Jimin is in need of a new destiny. His past failings only push him further into the slump that grows deeper and deeper by the second. How is he supposed to be a guardian if he continues flee?
Genre: guardianangel!au, fairy tale!au, fluff, smut
God Is A WomanSummary|| Jimin likes you a bit more than he’d like to admit out loud, but there was nothing stopping him from imagining what he could do with you.
Genre: smut
Kim Taehyung
Nothing
Summary: Taehyung was meant to be a father, and he proves that when you come home from a long night at work.
Genre: fluff
Classic
Summary: Love at first sight was a laughable concept until the reader met Taehyung at an art gallery.
Genre: smut, fluff
Jeon Jungkook
Mahina
Summary: Jungkook couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something drawing him to you. Like the moon tugs at the tides, he needed to be beside you.
genre: smut, fluff, angst
Oblivious to AdorationSummary: After an intense night of drunken sex, Jungkook realizes he wants more. When he suggests an idea to you, you were shocked. However, who were you to say no to Mr. Jeon Jungkook?
Genre: fluff, smut, angst
Cool For The SummerSummary: Co-counselor and existential pain in your ass Jeon Jungkook really, really likes you. And your tits.
Genre: smut
Happily
Summary: Jungkook has done the impossible. He made you fall in love
Genre: fluff
Miss VagabondSummary: Jungkook has fallen for one of his online friends. You two had promised each other not to look each other up when you started playing games all those years ago… but he’d know your voice in an instant, including in the drink isle of his local supermarket.
Genre: Fluff, smut
G O L D
Summary: Sneaking around was never Jungkook's thing, until he got to sneak around with you.
genre: smut
((what I've learned from this is that I'm whipped for Yoongi))
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OT7/Multi
☆ BTS Reactions by @dreamescapeswriting | SFW + NSFW |
☆ BTS Scenarios by @btsjfans | SFW + NSFW |
☆ BTS Scenarios by @bulletproofwhalien | NSFW + SFW |
☆ BTS Scenarios by @salvejoon | SFW + NSFW |
☆ BTS Scenarios by @sunshine-and-bangtan | SFW + NSFW |
☆ Desperado Series by @heartbeatan | Mafia AU | PJM + JJK + KTH (in progress) | 60-160k(+) each
☆ The Company series by @btsmakesmehappy | Agent AU | 25-37k(+) each (in progress)
☆ Mafia BTS Reactions by @ninetailedfoxmanchi | Mafia AU (+Yandere AU) |
☆ #CodeBTS series by @yminie | Mafia AU | 1-12k each
Kim Namjoon
☆ The Ghost in Apartment 1403 series by @notsoguiltykpop | Ghost AU, Supernatural AU, Roommate AU? | ?k
☆ beauty & the bookworm by @jungshookz | E2L Library AU, Uni AU | 20k
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Kim Seokjin
☆ {Unavailable}
Min Yoongi
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☆ The Deal series by @untaemedqueen | Mafia AU | ?k
☆ suit & tie by @jungshookz | CEO AU, Office AU, Coworkers AU, PA AU | 21k + drabbles
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☆ devil with the mint hair series by @theharrowing | E2FWB Brother's BFF AU, Stoner AU | 11k+
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☆ daechwita by @chemicalpink | Daechwita AU, Assassin AU | 10k
☆ stay by @luffles424 | Daechwita AU, Assassin AU | 3k
☆ daechwita by @se0kie | Daechwita AU | 4k
☆ make me proud by @moonscriptsx | Established Relationship AU, Canon Idol-verse | 6k
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☆ tuxedo series by @whatifyoulivelikethat | Cat(-shifter?) AU, Roommates AU | ft JJK | 49k+
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☆ show by @httpjeon | Pw/oP ft BTS | 2k
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Jung Hoseok
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Park Jimin
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☆ Set It Off series by @btsqualityy | Mafia AU | ?k
☆ the hunt by @httpjeon | Shifter AU, Fantasy AU | 8k
☆ lovebug by @httpjeon | Hybrid AU | 12k
Kim Taehyung
☆ Pied Piper by @untaemedqueen | Mafia AU, Established Relationship AU | 10k
☆ maybe i do series by @chateautae | Arranged Marriage AU, Chaebol AU, CEO AU | 410k + drabbles
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☆ nip it in the bud by @opaljm | Brother's BFF AU, Piercing AU | 10k
☆ heatwave series by @curly-bangtan | F2L Roommate AU | 12k
☆ under the covers by @jessikahathaway | Agent AU | 23k
Jeon Jungkook
☆ heavy lifting by @snackhobi | Coworkers AU | 13k
☆ Miss Vagabond by @bubblesuga | F2L Gamer AU | 8k
☆ blizzard by @curly-bangtan | S2L Roommates AU | 16k
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☆ life eternal by @jungkookiebus | Fae AU | 9k
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☆ agent of love series by @ppersonna | SMAU, Agent AU | ?k+
☆ strawberry kisses series by @kimnjss | SMAU, Brother's BFF AU, Tinder AU | ?k
☆ drag me down (to hell) series by @kimvtae | Mafia AU, Single Parent AU | 58k (abandoned)
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I currently have 21 drafts that I have been working on. I've been able to narrow it down to a couple of drafts to expand on. If anyone wants to give me feedback on what they would prefer to see, please do!
Summary: Min Yoongi realizes that despite his efforts of keeping the reader safe, he cannot hide her forever.
Tags: yoongi x reader!AU, fluff, angst, smut (prostate play), switch!yoongi, switch!reader
A/N: I know I disappeared for six months but a girl gotta work unfortunately. With Yoongi's comeback, however, it made me want to write a period piece inspired by daechwita yoongi. So, here yah go:)
The tile is cold against your feet. It's not often that you find yourself wandering his home barefoot but when you do, you always feel much closer to the Earth than before. It gives you a small sense of safety, like you're better prepared to exit quickly and quietly should you run into someone you're not supposed to see.
It doesn't take you terribly long to get to his room. Of course you wish you didn't have to sneak, but you understand the consequences if you happen to get caught. How does a king, a ruler of thousands of people, find himself meeting with a woman of your status? A simple baker from the village below, sneaking her way up to the castle every single night to share a bed with him. But that is as far as it goes, as The King cannot publicly share his affection for you.
You remember meeting him before he was King. Before the war.
Your mother was always quick to send bread up to the fortress, and before, the townspeople were welcomed behind the castle walls. You rode your bike high up the hill with your sack full of baked goods to give to the queen. And he always sat waiting for you, in his satin clothing with the smallest smile on his face. He was the reason you didn't mind the trip.
When he was a prince, it was much easier to get away with interacting with him. Both children, both eager to make friends, and both unknowing of the world around them. Rather, unknowing of the two separate worlds you were living in.
When the war broke out and the fortress walls were sealed from the general public, you were effectively separated from him. It wasn't until you were nearing 20 years old when you saw him again, declaring victory as he rode his horse through town. His face bloodied and bruised, and a scar cut deeply over his eye. His victory run stopped abruptly when he saw you, standing just as you would when the two of you were children, with flour on your nose and your hand covering the gasp threatening to escape from your lips.
He was declared King shortly afterward. His mother and former queen becoming far too weakened by the stresses of the war to continue ruling the people. By then you had accepted the defeat of never seeing him again.
That is, until a handmade tea cloth holding together two single roses appeared on the doorstep of the bakery, with a note containing a simple message.
Meet me under the pear tree where you used to sing for me. I'll be waiting.
Your heart raced the entire time you walked up the hill, until you finally made it to the top to see his silhouette in the moonlight. As you approached, he looked over his shoulder and the same small smile from before returned.
"My King." you whispered nervously, bowing. Before you are able to complete the bow, he rested a hand on your shoulder and raised you up.
"Don't do that," he whispered back, "just call me by my name. I am not your King. I am your equal."
Again, your heart raced as your lips parted to say, "Of course, Yoongi."
You shake your head of the memories as you approach Yoongi's door. The usual giddiness that follows you has been lacking lately, your anxiety becoming more and more prevalent the longer that you realize that nothing is going to change. Despite your memories and how much you love Yoongi, you do not want to be his secret forever. You have a life to live. You may want children someday, you may want to be able to cook for him in his own home or even tell your mother that you're seeing him. You know that it's not realistic, but it hurts nonetheless.
So, the hesitancy that has taken over your excitement tonight is no longer a surprise.
Your knuckles softly tapped the familiar beat that the two of you came up with so he knew it was you. Three soft taps, a pause, and three more. You remember him giggling as he told you, "It's like my heart skipping a beat when I see you."
The door opens quickly, and Yoongi tugs you in the moment he sees you.
His hands are all over you in an instant, pushing you against the door while his lips move to trail kisses across your chest. His lips caress yours softly, soaking you in. He's always been quick and quiet in his movements, eager to taste you. Yoongi tells you he cannot live without the taste of you on his tongue.
As he darts his tongue out to lick a small stripe across your neck, he suddenly pauses.
"Are you okay?"
It's not until he says those words that you realize you haven't moved since he pulled you in. You feel yourself relax slightly under his gaze, but you can't help but feel a lump begin forming in your throat.
Yoongi raises his eyebrows in concern before pulling you close to him and leading you to the bed. "What is going on, my love?"
"I- uh," your breath comes out shaky, "Will it always be like this?"
Yoongi sighs. He doesn't ask for clarification because he knows exactly what your worries are. "I don't want it to be."
A single tear drops from your right eye, mirroring the now healed scar across Yoongi's face. Yoongi is quick to reach forward and swipe it away, his hands as rough as ever against your soft skin.
"I don't want it to be either. I don't think I can do this for much longer."
Yoongi's hands drop from around your waist, "What?"
"I don't know how much longer I can be kept a secret, Yoongi." You whisper, your face falling in your hands. Yoongi scoots away from you, and you can feel his body stiffening beside you. It makes your tears become more prevalent.
"You said that you would love me until kingdom come, _____."
You manage to tear your face out of your hands and turn towards him. His back is the straightest it has ever been, and his hands sit tense on top of his knees. It's almost jarring to see him so still, when moments ago he couldn't get his hands off of you.
"And I will," you breathe, "forever. But I have a life too!"
He seems to take your words in for a brief moment, before standing up and taking a seat across from you.
"Do you honestly think that I like having to go through this?" His voice is colder than it has ever been. You're used to him having his guard up but only when he feels someone may be outside listening to you. This is a new territory, but it had to be explored at some point.
"No, I don't think you do either. So why do we do this?"
"Because-" his voice raises slightly but he quickly regains his composure, "Do you know what would happen if the people found out I was seeing a commoner?"
You swallow, "You don't believe I have the power to be a royal."
"I won the war! If word gets out that I made a commoner my queen, you are the first person the enemy would go after should they want to regain power!"
"Oh, so this is all to protect me? Make me feel safe?" you're yelling now, but he is too. He doesn't seem to mind that others may here at this point, which the irony is not lost on you.
"Yes, exactly!"
"So what happens from here, huh? You have to marry at some point, is that when this ends? When your mother insists you find a Princess to marry? Is that when I have to go back and pretend that I never loved you? Watch you from afar, pretend like I didn't know your touch. Like I haven't felt the most intimate parts of you... Like I haven't lived and breathed just for you."
Yoongi's eyes hit the floor. You pull your knees to your chest and feel the weight of your own words rest upon your shoulders. If this is really what will happen, you can no longer do it. Love conquers all, but is it really love if it has to be hidden?
"My love..." he says after quite some time, sitting beside you on the bed. His head rests against the bed frame, "...I just want what is best for you. What makes you happiest."
"Being with you makes me happiest. If I cannot get all of you, then-"
"Then what? You don't want any of me?"
You don't respond.
"After all we've been through, you're willing to throw it all away? Because I'm trying to keep you safe?"
"I want to take the risk! If being your Queen means taking a risk then I'm willing to! I want to love you whole-heartedly, Min Yoongi." You explain, turning towards him.
He sighs softly, mirroring your position, before pulling you down to the pillow. He lays beside you, pulling you close to him. "I'll make you my queen if it means you'll be able to stay by my side."
You smile softly, "There's nowhere in the world that I am safest, than beside you."
Yoongi kisses you, gently. His lips curve into yours perfectly, like they were meant to always be there. You both to allow the kiss to become more heated, because it's nice just being with each other.
"You're right," he says, "we cannot continue hiding our love. Starting tomorrow, the kingdom will know you as my wife, my queen."
Your heart flutters, "You're not worried about the risks now?"
Yoongi's eyes widen, "I am terrified beyond belief. But I will go out of my way to make sure you will be safe. Forever."
"And I, you, Min Yoongi."
When you awake the next morning, Yoongi is already sitting up beside you. The sunlight shines into his room, and you realize this is the first time you have seen his room in this much light. It's obviously much later than you're used to staying, and Yoongi doesn't seem as panicked as you expected him to be.
"There is no way you're getting out of the castle without being seen so we have to tell Mother now. Before that happens, though, I want to make sure that you fully understand what you're signing up for."
You're rubbing the sleep from your eyes and pulling yourself up as Yoongi speaks.
"You will have people around you forever. The only place you'll get any peace is right in here. Your parents' bakery will be very successful seeing as their daughter is now a queen. If something happens to me, you will have to run the kingdom."
Blinking, you finally speak, "What?"
"If I die," Yoongi reiterates, "You will have to-"
Loud knocking rings through his room, causing the panic you expected to see from Yoongi to finally come up. "No time now, just act calm."
Yoongi rushes towards his door, his clothing flowing behind him. He opens it slightly, still leaving you blocked from view.
"Your majesty, I've brought you your breakfast." you hear softly.
Yoongi glances back towards you, before opening the door slightly wider. "I appreciate it, I am going to need a second bowl though."
The servant, an older woman with graying hair, meets eyes with you. Her eyes widen, "O- oh yes sir! I'll be back in just a moment for you and your missus."
Yoongi turns back to you after watching her scurry away with a smile on his face. He leaves the door open now, carrying the tray towards the bed and placing it in front of you. It's pork, a meat that you rarely ate, with porridge and a tall glass of water. You look up to him, feeling his hand tap your chin. "Eat up, my love."
You pick up the spoon and begin eating the porridge. It's delicious, better than anything you've ever eaten before in your life.
Yoongi sits across from you and picks up a piece of pork with his fingers, chewing on it slowly. "I will give it approximately 5 minutes before my mother is in here, by the way."
"What?!" you say, your mouth full of porridge. You instantly stand, rushing over to the mirror in the corner of the room and begin attempting to tame your hair. You've met the woman before, years ago, when you and Yoongi were both children. She liked you then, but how much will she like you now that you are going to be throwing her son to the wind?
"Baby," Yoongi stands behind you, grabbing your hands and holding them to your side, "You look fine. Everything will be okay."
"You're awfully calm for someone who didn't even think this was a possibility less than 12 hours ago."
"Because I thought it over last night. My mother will just have to deal with it. I am 30 years old, she has no say over who I marry, or who I taste." he turns your chin to him and captures your lips with his again. You can feel him pressing into your backside while his tongue dances across your bottom lip.
As you feel the outline of his erection press harder onto your ass, you moan into his mouth. He's very receptive to how vocal you are, but before it can go any further, footsteps approach his doorway.
He quickly pulls away and stands in front of you, watching as his mother enters the room carrying a second tray of porridge.
She's gorgeous, wearing pink and blue with her hair done up perfectly. She turns towards the two of you with a smile, "Yoongi, tell me who is behind you."
Yoongi steps to the side but keeps his arm in front of you.
His mother's eyes begin to water, "_____, are you seeing my son?"
"Y- you remember me?" Yoongi tenses beside you as you speak.
"Of course I do, you were the reason I couldn't get my son to come back home when you were children. I'd ask him where he was going and he would always say, 'Mom, I'm going to see my girlfriend.' And now here you are, finally in front of me." She walks forward and pushes Yoongi's arm out of the way, bringing you in for a tight hug.
"I was wondering when Yoongi would finally bring you home. It's been too long."
"W- we were scared." You respond, your voice muffled by her shoulder.
"Scared of what?" She pulls away, flattening your hair and inspecting your face with eyes of worry.
Yoongi moves beside you again, "I was scared that you wouldn't accept her, and that the enemy may come back and get her should I go public with her."
"Nonsense," she lays a smack on Yoongi's shoulder, "_____ will be protected. Nobody deserves their love to be hidden."
~*~*~
After a full day of speaking with Yoongi's mother and explaining how long the two of you kept everything hidden, you were finally alone with Yoongi again.
He caressed your back softly in the bathtub, your body warm against his while he gently ran his fingers through your hair.
"I'm glad your mother likes me."
"We just spent the whole day with her, do we have to keep talking about her?" Yoongi whines, water splashing as he throws his head back in a frustrated groan.
"Awe, does my poor baby need attention?" You turn around in the tub, facing Yoongi. His chest heaves as he juts his bottom lip out, "I do need attention."
"Oh you do? What do you need from me?"
"Can we finish what we started this morning?" Yoongi whispers, flexing his hips. His cock twitches beneath the water, causing you to reach forward and grip the base.
Your smile is almost sinister, while you begin jerking him off. He's tense immediately, his head tossed back and moans leaving his mouth. "You must have been hard all day, my poor baby. I bet you wanted to pull me away and use my mouth, huh?"
"Y-yes," Yoongi breathes, "I wanted you so bad."
"Mm," your hand moves faster, "couldn't wait to use me as your queen for the first time."
"P- please," his moans turn to whines, "fuck me, my love."
Your hand lowers and begins to dance across his ass, spreading his legs and allowing your fingers to brush against his hole. He whimpers the moment your finger stops, pressing into him softly.
"So good," your hand moves up and down his cock as your finger begins curl and thrust to brush against his G-spot, "Does my King like letting go with me?"
Yoongi nods, "Faster please."
Your hands quicken their pace as Yoongi reaches forward and pulls you forward, kissing you hard. He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, his mouth agape while his orgasm approaches.
"Cum, my King. Cum for me."
Yoongi moans as he releases, his hole tightening around your finger. His chest heaves as he pulls you to him.
"You're so good to me. I'm excited to spend the rest of our lives together."
You grin against his chest, pressing light kisses across him.
"Let's get out of the bath and have round two in the bed?" You suggest, your thumb gently massaging above his collarbone. Yoongi smiles, "Does my Queen want her turn?"
A Love Told as Seasons Unfold by @seokth s wc~3.8k / friends to lovers, college au
Summary: Falling in love with you in the winter; falling in love with me in the spring; falling in love with us in the summer; and falling in love with love in the fall.
Love Talk by @sourkoo s wc~3.1k / established relationship, PWP
Summary: I mean, I want to eat your pussy? You know, give you… Oral sex?
Bewitching by @taegularities s wc~10.8k / FWB, vampire au
Summary: Your feelings for Jungkook differ too much from the quiet agreement between you and his free-spirited, cold soul; too dangerous to speak them aloud. But when desire and longing take the lead, how long will you, the loyal servant to her master, be able to silence what resides deep inside of you?
Late Night by @whatifyoulivelikethat wc~3k / pining!Jungkook
Summary: Jeon Jungkook leaves his apartment to buy Pokémon bread, only for a woman to be standing there staring at him. The same woman is wearing his white t-shirt. The one she stole from him.
Yes Coach by @taleasnewastime s wc~7.5k / coach!Jungkook, PWP
Summary: You play in a local netball team and as a new season starts you have a new coach. Enter Jungkook, he may look soft, but he turns out to be a hard taskmaster, one who ruffles your feathers when he makes some changes to the team. Tensions grow between you through the weeks, until they finally reach breaking point.
It’s All Fun & Games by @cupofteaguk wc~23.3k / fake dating
Summary: In which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected.
Angel by @pixieknj s wc~5.2k / fuckboy!Jungkook, inexperienced!reader, university au
Summary: After giving your virginity to the university’s most notorious fuckboy, he’s on a mission to slut your innocent ass out and take all that he can get… [or] small collection of fuckboy JK turning you out…
Cool for the Summer by @bubblesuga s wc~3.7k / coworkers au
Summary: Co-counselor and existential pain in your ass Jeon Jungkook really, really likes you. And your tits.
(Do It On My) Twin Bed by @thatlongspringnight s wc~6.9k / sub!Jungkook, established relationship, PWP
Summary: On a trip to her family home, y/n decides to take Jungkook in her childhood bed.
Lovestruck by @sparklingchim s wc~5k / established relationship, college au
Summary: Jungkook wants you. And who were you to deny him? Of course you’d let him fuck you.
Summary: Your house isn't the same. Namjoon wants to help you rebuild it.
Genre: fluff
W/C: 2.8k
A/N: Song #3 from my Harry's House series. If you want a better feel for the fic, I suggest listening to Matlida. :D
There's a crack in the foundation.
When you were little, you built a pretty house in your mind. It had a stone walk way that lead up to a gorgeous deep purple door. The surrounding walls were made of brick because you heard that brick was the one material that the big bad wolf couldn't blow down. On top of the door is a window that allows the perfect view of the pretty field filled with sunflowers when you stood perfectly on your tip toes. The door has grown with you, the whole house has.
Having used this house as an escape for most of your life, you never felt guilty for having it. Your parents were there, just not there for you. So, this house served as the place where you could finally feel accepted and loved. Your mother would ask why you spend all your days in your room when you could be out doing something with your life but she would never understand. The house only grew to fruition in your mind because of the constant lack of attention you received from your family. You were always the one sitting quietly at the dinner table, pushing around your food while your family spoke about anything and everything. That was, arguably, the easiest part of your childhood. In fact you basked in the lack of attention because it left you free to do what you wished. Well, that's what you told yourself to cope with the fact that your mother forgot about your existence regularly and your father used to put cigarettes out on your arms.
Inside the scenery changed from toys and your favorite snacks when you were a kid, to a comfortable living room once you reached your 20s. When you walk through the house you're greeted with a wall full of books, your favorite song playing gently in the background, and your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon, sitting peacefully against the window sill while he reads The Festival of Insignifcance by Milan Kundera. A personal favorite book of yours, and no matter how many times he tries to say that The Unbearable Lightness of Being is the superior book, he's still reading yours.
A part of your soul is connected to the man on the window sill. You can't quite remember when exactly your heart decided to leap from the sunflowers into a pool full of Namjoon's unbridled attention, but you dragged him along with you and placed him neatly in your house that has now taken the forefront of your mind.
And it's cracking.
It's a small crack that you first noticed a month ago when Namjoon had began working later and your mother send you a text out of the blue.
Your subconscious had been nagging you for a while before then. You pushed her to the back of your mind and tried your best to ignore here but she just kept coming back.
Why is he working late so much?
Do you think he's sleeping with someone at his work?
Does he still love you?
The crack began to grow shortly afterward. The sunny field in front of your house turned a dull grey and your window sill now lacked your boyfriend, but instead had a tattered copy of your favorite book.
"Hey darling," Namjoon's voice breaks you out of your head and you're brought back to your apartment where there isn't a window sill or a giant bookshelf, "I will be working late again. We're so close to a breakthrough. Go ahead and eat dinner without me."
You're not sure when you answered the phone, but you manage to respond softly to him, "Would you like me to save you some of whatever I make?"
You can hear Namjoon's smile, "Definitely. You're the best cook."
click.
Tossing your phone onto the couch, you run a hand through your hair and sniffle while you watch the clouds slip passed as the sun begins to set.
Namjoon hasn't been shady. Far from it, in fact. You believe that he's working a lot because you don't know how else you afford such a nice apartment. When he graduated, he refused to have his parent's help anymore but he still wanted to live in comfortable luxery. That's why when your subconscious shoves her ugly face into your mind, you do your best to suppress.
Namjoon came along when you were 18 and living above the ramen shop you worked at. It was cheap rent and free meals, and it got you away from your parents.
He came from this wealthy family that paid for his college and pushed him into science. He was in his senior year and felt he needed to go on a trip of enlightenment. Experience things he had never experienced before and that began with hand made noodles and miso pork broth that you happened to be making that evening.
"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."
And the sunflowers bloomed.
He took you on dates, he kissed you on the third, and you made love on the fifth. You're comfortable in saying that you made love because it was the first time you had felt complete. Not because of the actual sex but because Namjoon cradled you close, pushed your hair from your face, and kissed you like you were the one breathing life into his lungs.
You awoke hours later to a dark and still empty apartment.
You checked your phone, seeing a few notifications and one text from Namjoon simply stating that he loved you. You glower at your subconscious as she yells in the back of your mind that he's just feeling guilty for cheating on you and sends you a text to ease his own mind.
Although you haven't seen your parents since you left at 17, you still sense their influence. You know that, logically, Namjoon would never hurt you. He loves you just as much as you love him and he puts all his energy into this relationship. Your arguments are swift and slim, easily talked out which is something you never experienced at your house. You were used to being shut out. To silence being the normal indicator that everything was falling apart. Namjoon was just so...calm. He wanted to communicate with you and talk through your problems.
So, when you got that text message from your mother saying that she saw who you were dating on Instagram, you were ruined.
"He's too good for you," the text message read, "no one loves you, _____. He's only using you for his image."
Could he be? Could that be why he insists on showing you off? Kissing you in public and introducing you to everyone he knows?
Keys jingle and you're ripped from your stormy house.
"Babe? I'm home!"
Fuck. You haven't made dinner yet.
Panicking, you start to grab things out of the cupboard and put water in a pan to make it seem like you were just about to start cooking. You pull out some meat from the freezer just as Namjoon rounds the corner.
"Hey, hey!" he takes in your panicked state and puts his hands on your shoulders, "what's going on?"
You jump when his hands land on you and you flip around, your heart pounding while Namjoon looks down at you with concerned eyes. You take a moment to process what he said as your heart rate steadily declines.
Shaking, you straighten your posture and push your hair away from your eyes while exhaling, "Just trying to get your dinner done."
"Oh, baby," Namjoon laughs, pulling you to his chest, "I'm not worried. I don't expect you to have dinner on the table for me by the time I'm off."
Sniffling, you look up through your eyelashes, "I just didn't want to disappoint you."
Namjoon swallows and pulls you away just far enough to meet your eyes, "You could never disappoint me."
His words ring through your head, and you close your eyes, seeing the pouring rain outside your house turn into a dull sprinkle.
"Come on. Let's go get some burgers or something. I feel like eating unhealthy tonight anyway." Namjoon says, grabbing your hand and guiding you to the front door.
~*~*~
"I tried to stop him but of course he walked away," Namjoon throws his hands up while you cover your mouth and laugh, "then he talks to the girl with sauce all over his face. I don't know, it was worth it."
After grabbing burgers, you both decided to drive down to the beach and eat on the sand. It was a summer night so the sand beneath your feet was still warm though the sun set hours ago. Namjoon started to tell you a story of his coworker, Jimin, who was notorious in his flirting.
"So what did the girl say?" you ask after swallowing the rest of your burger.
He looks down and closes his blinks tightly with a big grin, "She asked him if he had any noodles to go with his sauce."
You collapse into a fit of giggles while you imagine Jimin's face afterwards. Namjoon didn't even have to tell you how he reacted because you know you have seen that exact reaction.
Shortly after you and Namjoon started dating, Jimin came with Namjoon to the ramen bar. Jimin proceeds to say that you are gorgeous but he has to keep an eye out for 'the girl that namjoonie-hyung is seeing.'
When you said that you were that girl, Jimin lost it. He laughed with the same shocked face you imagine he had towards the woman, told you that you were too pretty for Namjoon and Namjoon sat idly beside him with a blush on his cheeks. So you did what any girl would do at that point, and you pulled him forward and kissed him right there. In front of everyone.
Your phone dings and Namjoon grabs it before you can. He unlocks it and stares at your phone, his eyes hardening as he reads.
"Is it her?" you flinch as you ask because you know the answer.
Namjoon doesn't answer. He only tightens his jaw.
It's amazes you how quickly the mood can shift. You're right back in your empty house, and thunder is crashing around you.
"Namjoon," you whisper, "what did she say?"
Again, he doesn't answer. Instead, you see his thumb begin to scroll upward at the rest of the messages your mother has been sending you. His anger begins to decrease and it's replaced with sadness.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Namjoon's voice is so quiet. If you hadn't have seen his lips move you would be convinced that you had imagined his words. You've never seen him look this defeated and worn down, especially as quickly as it's happened just now.
You inhale deeply, looking down at your hands. As much as you wished Namjoon didn't see those messages, you know that it's better that he found out. Shame is still evident in the back of your mind because you should have told him.
"She started sending me these messages shortly after I moved out. Mostly when she realized she wouldn't have an emotional punching bag anymore." Reaching forward, you grab your phone out of Namjoon's hand and scroll to the bottom of the thread where there are 3 new messages.
I hope you're happy with your new life. I hope you know he probably only thinks of you as a maid.
I can't believe that you don't care about how much your father and I are suffering! Do you ever think about your family? Are we discarded by you now?
I can see you reading these, _____. Stop being a coward and respond to your mother.
"Fuck," you toss your head back sigh, feeling tears pricking your eyes, "I didn't ever want you to see these."
"Is this why you never talk about your family?"
Sniffling, you meet his eyes and nod, "She, uh, didn't care about me when I was there and when I leave I'm suddenly the only person she wants to talk to."
Namjoon reaches forward and holds your hand. His grip is soft, inviting. You want to crawl into his arms but you keep your distance, wondering if he's angry that he was never told about this part of your life. You knew everything about his, you should have fucking told him.
"This isn't what family does," Namjoon strokes your knuckles with his thumb, "she's not your family."
You laugh bitterly, "Oh, but she is. Blood is thicker than water, so they say."
Namjoon shakes his head. You hate seeing him like this. You hate feeling pitied. Namjoon seems to sense what you're feeling, because he changes his posture and tightens his grip on your hand, "Give me your phone, love."
You raise an eyebrow, "Why?"
Namjoon mirrors your earlier actions and snatches it from your hand, "We're going to respond to her."
"What?! No! We can't-"
"_____, I love you. You are the light of my life and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life," Namjoon says, "But right now I want you to shut up and take a nice picture with me."
Namjoon pulls you close to him, resting his forehead against yours. "I- I'm scared." you breathe.
He only smiles, "Don't be." and he presses a gentle and loving kiss to your lips. Then, you hear the shutter snap.
You twist your neck quickly towards the phone, watching Namjoon pull it away and type away, before slipping it into his back pocket. Your confusion is wiped away when Namjoon puts his hands on either side of your face and kisses you slow. The kiss is sweet and soft and fills your heart with a sense of safety. Yes, this is safe. This is where you're supposed to be. You're not supposed to be worried about the past and wondering if you'll ever have a relationship with your parents.
Namjoon pulls away, his hands staying planted on your cheeks, "You don't have to feel guilty for leaving and growing up. You are an amazing woman and you don't deserve this."
He doesn't wait for a response before he's kisses you again and continues, "We can make our own family. You're my family and I'm yours."
You can feel hot tears dripping down your cheeks as your eyes fall shut. The best part of Namjoon is that he doesn't question you when you're in the house. It's almost as if he can see it too. As you see it now, the crack is sealed over. Namjoon stands beneath it in blue overalls with a painters spatula in his hand. He turns around to you and waves, a spot of white paint on his cheek.
"Can you see it?" You decide to ask, feeling thumbs trace the line where your tears had fallen.
"See what?"
"The house. It's sunny now."
Namjoon chuckles, "What house?"
You don't respond. You only allow your head to fall onto Namjoon's shoulder. He holds you close, pressing small kisses across your head. In that moment, everything falls back into place. When you look out of the window, the sunflowers are back. Namjoon is back on the window sill, and everything is okay.
The house is no longer an escape from the present, but rather a path to the future. Namjoon is your future, your family, your best friend. He is everything you need all wrapped up into one.
"Let's get home," Namjoon whispers, "I want to cuddle and watch our show. Yeah?"
You pull back and smile, "Of course."
When you manage to get your phone back from Namjoon, you open instagram and see one sent message from your account to your mother. In the message, is the picture Namjoon took of the two of you. Your lips are against his and both of you have smiles on your faces. Even though your hair is a mess and Namjoon's tie is undone, you both look the happiest you have ever been. Underneath the picture, Namjoon sent one last message.
The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. She's my family now.
Glancing towards Namjoon, your lips turn up into a smirk, "What does this mean?"
Namjoon shrugs, "A covenant is a sort of agreement. So, our agreement is stronger than her DNA inside you will ever be."
"What's our agreement?" you wonder aloud.
Namjoon turns towards you and winks, "An agreement to be together in sickness and in health, forever or until death do us part."
Summary: On a road trip in the states, the reader and Yoongi find out they both want to be more than friends.
genre: fluff, smut, idol!au
Word Count: 4k
A/N: Harry Styles released a golden album filled with songs I could easily write stories to sooooo I'm excited to write more lol
His feet rest on the dashboard of a rental vehicle you found in Vermont. He snores softly, almost harmonizing with the hum of the engine while you slow to a stop in the first neighborhood you've seen in four hours.
You take a moment to look at him, the curve of his cheeks keeping you in tune with the world. He looks so peaceful, like nothing has ever gone wrong for him and there's something about the way his lips rest upward that makes you think that everything will be okay.
The light turns green and you press on the gas, double checking the GPS to make sure you were going in the right direction.
When Yoongi approached you with the idea of a road trip across the americas, you thought he was messing with you. Yoongi isn't and never has been the type to want to leave the defining comfort of his own home and explore. There's been countless times that you would come to check on Yoongi only to find him asleep in front of whatever project he decided to pursue that month. He was always most comfortable with his own things, in his own world.
So, of course you said yes to coming with him. Missing a chance to see Min Yoongi explore the world outside of his job obligations? There's no way you'd ever risk that.
The complication comes with the budding feelings you've been having for him. It has thrown you entirely off guard. One minute you're sitting across from him in school, thinking of him like a brother and the next you're sat beside him in a place you've never been, exploring a different continent. You could try and pin point exactly when it began but you know the point would be moot seeing as it's already happened. You're already picturing him peppering kisses across your face while you hold him close to you. The worst part is, you know he still sees you as a friend.
Drifting to a stop in front of an old historic hotel near the French Quarters of New Orleans, you take the opportunity to try and wake Yoongi. Your hand reaches out and shakes Yoongi's shoulder softly. He stirs, then doesn't budge. Your hand slips from his shoulder onto his neck. His skin feels warm and inviting compared to the coolness of your fingertips. You were hoping the cold would make him wake but alas, he continues to sleep.
"Yoongi," you say gently, "we're at the hotel."
Yoongi finally turns, opening only his right eye, "You know, you should really use those hand warmers we bought in New York."
"Why would I do that? I can just--" you cut yourself off by slipping your hands between Yoongi's jacket and his shirt, hearing him squak at the newfound cold against his clothed torso.
He jumps out of the car in an instant, leaning down to give you a glare. You only smile back, having completed your mission of getting him out of the car.
"So," you say, "what name are we using this time? Ben? Trevor? Miguel?"
Yoongi's creativity with his fake names has impressed you. Of course he can't check into every hotel under Min Yoongi. You're sure someone eventually will catch up to the idea that Yoongi is in America and suddenly you're both regretting the fact that you didn't bring along security. He insisted on it just being you two, though. Seeing as he hasn't been genuinely alone in nearly a decade.
Yoongi chuckles at your name suggestions, "Since we're in New Orleans, I say we go French," he jumps in front of your path while you walk, waving his hand in rainbow shape while he speaks, "Mr. and Mrs. Jacques Cousteau."
Your heart thumps at the fact that you're playing house with him. Sure it's just some fun way to fool the desk clerk but you feel as though you want to play into this fantasy more than you want Yoongi to know.
Raising an eyebrow and pushing the excitement down as far as you can, you speak, "Jacques Cousteau? Like the French Explorer?"
Yoongi's cheeks redden slightly, "Just go with it."
"Ah, so we're married now?" you continue to walk towards the grand gold-lined doors, "what are we? 10 years in and beginning to loathe each other?"
"Definitely not," he responds, "honey moon. I want the nicest suite they offer considering we'll be spending the most nights in this city."
You raise an eyebrow as he rushes in front of you to open the door. You enter the foyer and marvel at the intricate details in the walls. You don't get the chance to stare for long, because Yoongi puts his arm around your waist and leans towards your ear. "Play it up."
"What?" your eyes go wide as Yoongi presses a kiss to your cheek while you both reach the front desk.
"Good evening, welcome to Ritz-Carlton. What can I do for you two?" the desk clerk greets you two while Yoongi's grip around you tightens. You nearly yelp but hold back, resting your head on his shoulder.
"My wife and I would like the nicest suite you have," Yoongi says. His English has improved significantly in the passed few years, making this trip a breeze, "we are celebrating our honey moon."
"Oh, congratulations! Let me see what we have available." the woman says, turning to her computer. While she looks, Yoongi turns to you and presses his forehead to yours. You inhale as he grins, and for a split second you think he's going to kiss you. His lips get awfully close to yours, but he swipes passed your them and towards your ear, "Be more into it."
This confuses you. You swore you couldn't act more in love with him, considering the fact that you're not necessarily faking it. He spots your confusion and whispers, "I'm going to peck your lips."
Before you get the chance to respond, Yoongi raises his hand to your cheek and swipes away your words. Pressing a small, quick, kiss to your lips, he pulls away and sends you a wink.
"Okay, Mr..."
"Jacques Coustea." Yoongi fills the clerk in. You bite back a giggle.
"...Right," she laughs, "we do have our top level suite available. It comes with both a shower and a bathtub, a view of the city, and a private hot tub."
"We'll take it." Yoongi says, pulling out his wallet. As he checks in, you take a moment to step away. Your face is flushed, you can feel it. You never expected Yoongi to kiss you just to sell a point to a person you two will never see again. You lift your fingertips to your lips, a smile taking over your face. His lips were unexpectedly soft, they tasted sweet like the licorice he was munching on in the car. The split second kiss has somehow affected your entire body. Yoongi doesn't know it, but he just made this way more complicated than before.
Before you know it, Yoongi is grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the elevator. He laces his fingers through yours while you wait for the elevator. Your palms are sweaty but he doesn't seem to care, using his thumb to gently swipe along your knuckles.
As soon as you enter the lift, Yoongi's hand slips from yours.
"I can't believe we fooled them," he chuckles, "she totally thought we were in love."
Your smile fades ever so slightly. Breathing deep, you look towards your slightly distorted reflection in the shiny walls of the elevator, "Yeah. Who would have thought we would make such a convincing couple?"
Yoongi grins, "It was the kiss," the elevator doors open and Yoongi leads you out as he continues, "you can't be unconvinced about such a simple kiss."
"What do you mean?" you laugh, dragging your bag close behind you. The hallway is long but you can see the double doors to the suit at the end. The doors are so big that you almost think they lead to a ballroom of sorts. You read online that New Orleans was filled with 200 year old dance halls.
"Well, it would have been much less convincing if I stuck my tongue down your throat in the middle of the lobby. Normal couples keep their PDA to a minimum."
"I don't know," you shrug while Yoongi puts the key against the door, "I've seen plenty of couples practically dry humping in public."
Yoongi pauses after he cracks the door open and turns to you with an eyebrow raised, "Would you have preferred I'd done that?"
"W- what? No!"
He laughs, pushing the door open and revealing a gorgeous foyer. You rush passed him, dropping your bags onto the floor and taking in the room. It's the nicest room you've ever been in. A soft couch sits in the center with an 80 inch television against the wall. You collapse onto the couch and sigh happily.
"You've outdone yourself, Min Yoongi." A moan falls from your lips while you stretch across the couch. Yoongi points to the door to your left, "You haven't even seen the room yet."
Pulling yourself up, you rush towards Yoongi and throw open the door to the bedroom, revealing a King Size bed with satin sheets. Turning back to Yoongi with your jaw agape, he only leans against the wall and smiles.
You turn back with a grin and throw yourself onto the bed. You writhe against the softest duvet you have ever felt and arch your back with another appreciative moan. The bed has made you completely forget the earlier heat Yoongi gave you at the suggestion of grinding against you. Though you would never be able to fully forget that, because the feeling in the pit of your stomach was incomparable to any excitement you had ever felt before.
Yoongi moves forward and falls beside you on the bed.
He's not touching you, but he's close enough that his body heat warms you even more.
"Thank you for bringing me along, Yoongi." you say, turning on your side so you can face him.
Yoongi mirrors you, resting is head on his forearm, "Of course I'd bring you along. Who else would I have brought?"
You try to hide your blush, "The other members..."
Yoongi waves you off, "I've seen the world with them, _____. I've experienced some things that most people will never see in their entire lives," he pauses, reaching his free hand forward and rubbing your arm gently, "they're my brothers and I'm grateful for my experiences with them. I just wanted to experience it with my best friend and the person I love most in this world."
You swear your heart skips a beat at Yoongi's confession. You let out a shaky breath and allow a small smile to stretch your lips. Again, he mirrors you. Then, he leans forward and presses the lightest kiss you've ever felt to your forehead. For a moment you believe that you're imagining it. It surpasses the feeling that the kiss you two shared in the lobby gave you, because it wasn't for a show. He wasn't doing it to fool anyone. It was just the two of you, and it was soft and subtle and made your heart feel full.
"What do you say we check out the hot tub? It's got jetssss~" Yoongi sings, slipping off his shirt.
"I didn't bring a swimsuit," you say, watching Yoongi as he slips his jeans off. He dons plain black underwear that falls onto his upper thigh. They're tight, showing off his ass. You like it a lot more than you're willing to admit.
"But you did bring underwear," he turns back to you, meeting your unsure eyes, "Come on, _____. I've known you for years, I promise seeing you in your bra and panties won't be any different than when you'd swim in a bikini when we were teenagers."
He waits for your response. When you don't give one, he nods. "Okay, I will be out there. If you so choose, you are welcome to join me."
He turns on his heel, leaving you alone in the room. You pull yourself off of the bed and peak out of the window onto the balcony. He slips the cover of the hot tub off and dips his hand inside. You see the way his lips curl at the temperature, lifting his leg and stepping in. You want so badly to curl beside him in there, to feel the warm water surrounding the two of you while his arms hold you close.
An hour ago you would have assumed this was wishful thinking. That there was no way that Yoongi would have liked that. Sure, he confessed his platonic love to you while laying beside you in the honeymoon suite of the most expensive hotel in New Orleans, but for some reason the thing that convinced you the most was the way he smiled at you while you lay on the bed and he undressed himself just now. Like it was always supposed to be like this. His comfort with you and his ability to make you feel like you were the only person on the planet is more than enough.
You slip your clothes off, glancing at yourself in the mirror on the closet door. Your underwear wasn't matching and it certainly isn't your cutest pair, but you know that Yoongi won't mind. All he cares about is the fact that you're experiencing this with him.
A feeling of wariness washes over you when you leave the bedroom, though.
Maybe you were being a little too prosaic.
Folding your arms over your torso, you step onto the balcony. Yoongi lays his head against a towel on the ledge of the hot tub. The bubbles are on full blast and he almost looks as though he's asleep. So relaxed, so peaceful, so... cute.
"Yoongi," you nearly whisper, watching his eyes fly open, "you've convinced me."
His eyes are wide while the fall over your body. He seems to be fighting himself to stop looking at you.
"I admit," you say as you step over the ledge, "I have filled out quite a bit since we were in high school."
Yoongi swallows, "W- what are you talking about?"
"My boobs," you laugh, "they're bigger than they used to be."
"Why do you say that?" Yoongi asks, watching you sink into the water.
You smile, "Because you couldn't look away, silly."
A scoff falls from his lips as he folds his arms in front of his chest. Your cheeks burn with delight while you look down and play with the bubbles forming around you. Yoongi was right, you've known him for so long that there's no reason you would ever read him wrong. He's displaying himself openly and he doesn't even know it. He's attracted to you in every way that you're attracted to him, one of you just has to be the one to make the first move.
"I can look away from your boobs, _____." he defends.
A mischevious grin fills your face, "Can you?"
Yoongi chuckles softly, opening his arms, "Where is this coming from? What's gotten into you?"
You push yourself forward, stopping a foot in front of Yoongi. Keeping yourself low, you feel the water brush your chin. "You said you love me, right Yoongi?"
"More than anyone else in the world." he confirms, raising an eyebrow.
"Is it platonic? Or... do you love me... in other ways?"
He tilts his head, "Yah... what are you asking?" His voice is light, flirty. It lets you know that you're doing everything right.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
Yoongi swallows, "I have kissed you before."
"No, Yoongi," you push forward again and move your knees to either side of Yoongi's thighs. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you continue, "do you want to kiss me? Feel me, and mean it?"
"Fuck," he breathes, leaning forward and smashing his lips onto yours. You internally squeal with glee, feeling you get pushed back onto the chair. Yoongi's taste invades your every sense, his sweet tongue a stark contrast to what you had expected. The bitter taste of coffee is nowhere to be found, instead you taste the licorice you had bought a few states away. You taste relief in his lips, and you taste passion. A gentle sorts, the kind that makes you feel safe.
"What have we," Yoongi pauses between kisses, "been doing," he pecks you again, "all our lives?"
"Avoiding what was right in front of us." you answer, your chest heaving against his.
"Not anymore. Never again." He growls, lifting you to allowing your legs to wrap around his waist. You hold yourself against him while he reaches beneath the water. You look down to try and see what he's doing but the water distorts your vision. When you meet his eyes, he smiles softly, "You got me all worked up, _____. You're right," he seems to have succeeded in what he was doing, because you feel his cock begin to poke your covered heat, "I was staring at your boobs. I've been hard since you walked out here."
"Then fuck me."
"Such dirty words coming from such sweet tasting lips."
The euphoria that you felt the moment Yoongi entered you surpassed every good moment you have ever had in your life. He breathes with you, as though he is taking in the moment just as much as you. Soaking within you, he kisses you again. So softly.
When he begins to move, you cry out quietly. He shushes you lowly, "It's okay baby," he moans, "does it feel good?"
"So good." you toss your head back, exposing your neck. Yoongi leans down and nips at your collar bone. His arms, which have gotten significantly stronger, hold you tightly and bounce you up and down. You reach behind you, unhooking your bra and letting it fall into the water.
Yoongi switches his attention from your neck down to your nipples, switching between sucking and biting softly on them. They harden, and your senses all fall into Yoongi. Only Yoongi.
"Touch yourself," Yoongi demands, "I'm close."
You reach between the two of you and rub your clit harshly while Yoongi's thrusts speed up. He pulls away and grips your panties in his hands while he pistons harshly. You feel your release coming on harshly and allow yourself to fall with a grin on your face. Yoongi spots you, his jaw dropping while he watches you come undone.
And he comes too.
He face falls into your neck while he repeats your name. The heat in your belly is stronger now that you feel him release, pulling him close to you while the feeling of the water slowly begins to return.
"Have I been promoted?" you ask after a moment.
He looks up, "What?"
"From Best Friend to... Girlfriend?"
Yoongi's face falls onto your skin again as he laughs. "You earned that title years ago. I just wasn't sure if you wanted it."
"Well, I do. And you get the title of boyfriend."
"Deal, dork." Yoongi chuckles, pulling you in for another kiss.
~*~*~
The four days you spent in New Orleans were filled with love. Yoongi was a completely different person now, as far as you went. His hands were on you all the time. His lips found yours so easily, as if he's been doing it for years.
It's only been a week, but you feel as though you've lived a lifetime with him. You have lived many years with him already, but this was so new. Everything about this has had you reeling with excitement that you simply can't contain. So now that you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, in a diner in Oklahoma, you realize just how wild your life has become.
"Is this really a full American breakfast?" Yoongi scrunches his nose while he pokes at some sort of meat on his plate. You shrug, cutting up your french toast that you ordered on the waitress's recommendation, "I feel like an American waitress would know what a traditional American breakfast is."
Yoongi pushes away the mystery meat and stabs his fork into the scrambled eggs. "Anyway, I got a call from Psy. He asked me about producing a song of his for a knew comeback."
"Oh? Is that who you were on the phone with this morning?" You bite into the sticky bread and smile at the taste. Good decision, Ms. Waitress.
"Yeah. He knew that I was in America so he guessed a good time to call." Yoongi says softly, reaching his foot forward and gently brushing your ankle.
You nod approvingly, "Are you gonna do it?"
Yoongi nods as well, "Might as well. Psy is a cool guy."
The breakfast falls into silence soon afterwards. It's comfortable, and it reminds you just how much you love Yoongi.
When you were younger, your mother used to tell you that the key to knowing that you're on the right path is being able to be yourself in front of someone. Yoongi has many personas, and while all of them reflect a certain part of him, none of them are fully him. The pure Yoongi sits across from you now with slightly unkempt hair and healing finger tips from the callouses that broke while he played the guitar. He's exemplary in his work and calm in his fun. Sometimes you wonder if he's part robot, conserving his energy so he can give everything he can into his work. And now, to a certain extent, give everything he can to you. Yoongi is on the right path because he is entirely himself in front of you.
"So," you say while you wait for the check, "Namjoon texted me this morning."
Yoongi pauses scrolling on his phone and looks up, "Okay?"
"He said something about being happy that Yoongi is finally 'gettin' it'."
Yoongi blushes, "I- okay," he laughs, "I may have let them know that we were together now."
"Did you now," your eyes widen in mock shock, "I would have never guessed from the way Namjoon described me taking the stick out of your ass."
"I don't have a stick up my ass!"
"Now you don't," you giggle, "I took it out."
Yoongi's jaw drops, "Did I have a stick in my ass when I took you on this damn trip?"
You pretend to ponder, earning a light kick to the shin under the table. He rolls his eyes and reaches forward to grab your hand, a small gesture that has your subconscious screaming at you to jump over the table and kiss him now.
"I'm going to kill Namjoon when we get back." Yoongi gives a sarcastic smile.
"And here I thought you were going to say something romantic." you squeeze his hand back, shaking your head. Yoongi laughs, "Am I not romantic enough?"
"No you definitely are! I just- you grabbed my hand and-"
Yoongi puts a finger to your lips, "I love you. So much."
"I love you too." you blush.
"Good," he grins, "now can I say I'm gonna kill Namjoon?"
When Yoongi pays the check, he tosses you the keys to the rental car and smiles, "So... should we keep driving?"
"Where to next?" you ask, sliding into the driver's seat.
Yoongi shurgs, "Wherever the next freeway takes us."
Summary: When the reader begins to have internal conflict shortly after her son is born about her life, Husband Yoongi is there to tell her there is no shame in getting help
W/C: 2,733
tags: angst, husband!yoongi, mentions of post-partum depression, fluff, psychiatrist!yoongi, nurse!reader
A/N: pain
"Have a good night!" you call out to your coworkers, taking your hair out of the bun as you walk out of the facility. A few clients sit in the lobby area as you leave, grinning and waving while you wave back with just as wide of a smile.
You love your job more than anything. But sometimes it's... hard. You know the individuals don't mean to do the things they do, they don't have a concept of what they're doing when they swing while you try to give them their medications. Sometimes they know who you are and sometimes they don't. It's scary to live your life day by day surrounded by strangers who are trying to get you to do what they want. They don't understand that you're only encouraging them to do what they need to do. To them, sometimes, you're a big scary monster who has taken them from their families. So, despite the clawing and biting and verbal abuse you go through, you stick it out. They need someone who can be there for them, and if that involves intense nights, so be it. You know what you signed up for.
That doesn't make anything any less hard, though.
As soon as you make it to your car, you let a sob and feel tears drip down your cheek. A client who lives on the third floor of the complex has an intense food aggression and happened to see another client with food. You tried to stop him, but you only ended up covered in the raspberry juice they were fighting over. Your scrubs stick to your torso, your shoes still squeak with liquid, and your brain is at its limit for the night.
Oh how you loathe the evening shift. Sometimes.
Tipping your head back, you collect yourself and wipe your face free of tears. Starting your car, you turn on your headlights and pull out of the parking lot and begin your 20 minute drive home.
It's not long before your phone rings. You lean forward and press 'answer' on the stereo and sit back, staring at the traffic light that seems to be painted red.
"Hello?" you don't get a chance to see who's calling you before you answer.
"Jagiya," your husband's voice sounds throughout the car, making your eyes well up with tears once again, "when will you be home? The baby is asleep already but he kept crying for mama before."
You inhale softly, stopping a sob from escaping your throat, "I'll, uh-" you hiccup, "I'll be home soon. I'll feed tonight so don't worry."
"That's not what I'm worried about," concern laces Yoongi's voice, and there's a brief pause while you step on the gas to accelerate, "how was your day?"
You swallow, "I'll tell you when I'm home."
"Okay," he breathes, "I love you."
"I love you too."
Yoongi hangs up and you twist your neck in an attempt to crack some of the stress away.
You met Yoongi in college, where he was studying Psychology and you were studying Nursing. When you started to lean more towards mental health, your professor suggested you start taking cognitive psychology classes and you found yourself sat right next to Yoongi.
You remember the way he looked that day. He was so quiet, and so focused on what was being taught that you thought he was completely unaware of everyone around him. Glasses sat on the bridge of his nose that reflected the images of the projector right back out, and his black hair sat fluffy on his head. The hoodie he wore looked comfortable, and when you glanced down, he was wearing plaid pajama pants.
His first words to you were ones for the books.
He leaned over to you, still staring forward, and uttered the most beautiful statement you had ever heard in your life.
"You know, discomfort is something everyone has to withstand. The repetition of dramatic events makes life exhausting and I want to know why. What makes our brains itch. I don't like the answer of 'that's just the way people are.' I need a better reason. So, why are you here?"
At the time you had told him that you just wanted to help people. While, yes that was and still is true, the ultimate reason you were there was to find a purpose. Yoongi seemed to have such a curious mind and it baffled you, how a man so bright can have such dark thoughts about the human psyche. Like he wanted to pick apart everyone's brains and find some sort of trigger or reason that humans react the way they do to things, or develop the illnesses they do.
As college went on and you became friends, then started dating, Yoongi's quest to find the darkness in the human mind began to become futile. While he still continued to get his degree, his mind has shifted.
"Who said that we're the animals of purpose?" you remember him saying one night after exams had just ended, "I think we're the animals of regret."
"There is nothing permanent in this world!" he shouted out into the blackened night sky while you tipped back another bottle of beer, "we're all just happenings passing through!"
You laughed it off at the time, but you feel those words on a deeper level now.
The longer you live, the more you begin to agree with him. Despite having a child, you can't help but feel that trigger that Yoongi so desperately tried to find before. Like you went wrong somewhere, and you're not meant to be doing the job you're doing because you're just not strong enough.
Yet, you push through. Not for yourself, but for Yoongi and your son. They are the reason you continue to breathe new air into the world of certain suffering.
Pulling into the driveway, you don't realize how much you had been crying on the way home. You try your hardest to clean yourself up but you see Yoongi peaking out of the living room window, his mouth set in a frown.
"What happened?" he doesn't give you time to take your shoes off before he's at your front, his hands resting gingerly on your shoulders.
Letting out a shaky breath, you shrug, "just having a rough day."
Yoongi glances down and sees the stained blue scrubs, "Let's run you a shower."
The house is dark while he leads you through it, and you're both careful when you pass the baby's room. He's hands haven't left your shoulders, and it's as though he's holding you up. Like you're a fragile piece of glass that could shatter at any moment.
The numbness that follows almost feels intentional. You never understood the need to smoke weed to feel numb, because it's like Yoongi doesn't that for you. You look at him, and you forget. You look at your son, and you forget.
Yoongi turns on the shower once you enter the bathroom and sticks his hand under the water to test the temperature. After he thinks it suffices, he grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it carefully over your head. You kick off your pants and underwear and Yoongi reaches around you to undo your bra.
He pauses for a moment, studying your face. Tilting his head, his reaches forward and rests his hands on your cheeks.
"I'm going to go get your pajamas. Get in the shower, baby."
The numbness disappears the instant you're in the shower and can't see him. You feel like such a bother, like you do nothing but make him take care of you. Every since you had the baby you feel like there's a thousand bricks resting on your shoulders and while you try to to everything you can, some unknown force continues to build atop your pain. You don't regret anything in your life, and it hurts you to think that you are feeling the emotional turmoil for no reason at all.
You feel yourself sink onto the floor and bring your knees up to your chest. You have everything you could ever want. A loving husband, a gorgeous baby, a big house that the two of you worked your asses off to get. You have food and clothing and shelter and yet your brain is still sad.
The sobs that heave your chest break the glass wall that you had built in the few moments you spent with Yoongi. The water begins to get chillier but you don't make an effort to move.
The shower curtain slides aside and you hear Yoongi's breathing, "Jagiya-" he sounds panicked, "what's going on?"
The crying doesn't stop. You only look up at him and feel the earlier anguish triple. There's that doting husband that you have. Why the fuck are you still so sad?
Yoongi's back straightens and he sets your clothing on the bathroom counter. Then he slips his boxers and shirt off, sliding behind you on the shower floor.
"It's okay," he whispers, bringing you to his chest and allowing you to lay against him while you silently sob, "you're okay."
"I- I'm not though!" you exclaim quietly, "why am I like this? Why am I such a mess?"
Yoongi's heart breaks, the pain of seeing the love of his life like this is unbearable. He feels a weight on his chest while his throat tenses as he holds back tears.
"I don't think you're a mess, sweetheart," he strokes your head lovingly, your body on his calming him enough to talk you through your panic attack, "I think you're human."
You laugh bitterly, "What I'd give to be a fucking cat."
Yoongi chuckles sadly, his hand moving forward and resting gently on your stomach, rubbing gentle circles.
"Do you want to tell me what happened to trigger this?" Yoongi says after a moment of silence, adjusting the temperature of the shower to warm the two of you up once he notices you shivering.
You wipe a tear and feel your chest loosening just a bit. "I'm upset because I'm doing exactly what I want to be doing and I still feel like it's not enough."
"What do you mean?"
You rest your head against Yoongi's shoulder, feeling his cheek against your temple, "I help people for a living. Yet I still get told I'm not enough. That I'm a monster."
"You know they don't mean that," he says, "deep down, beneath all the mesh of illness that clouds their brain, they know you're just helping them."
His skin feels so smooth against yours. You feel him reach upward and grab the shampoo. He massages it gingerly into your scalp.
"Are you therapizing me right now?" you smile for the first time since you arrived home. Yoongi tilts your head back to rinse it free of shampoo, his chest shaking against your back while he chuckles.
"I don't know, is it working?"
You turn back to him and nod, "You have a way with words, my love."
Yoongi's eyes brighten at the pet name, a small blush resting atop his cheeks.
"If you feel as though you can't handle this job, though," he runs his fingers through your hair as he puts in conditioner, "I support you in any decision you make."
"No, I love it," you begin, your mind a bit clearer now that you seemingly cried out your anguish, "I just don't understand why I'm so sad."
"Do you think it's time to get on an antidepressant?"
Sniffling, you think it over for a moment. You've never thought medication was shameful, but it's scary. You've met people who completely changed after starting an antidepressant and you don't want that. You still want to be yourself, just a little happier. A little less... upset all the time.
Yoongi rinses your conditioner out, "There's nothing wrong with taking an antidepressant."
"I'm scared." you admit.
Yoongi nods, pondering for a moment as though he's trying to find the right words to say. He presses a gentle kiss to your temple, "It is scary, I'm not going to lie. But we'll keep trying until we find one that works for you. We might get lucky and find it on the first try, or it may be the fifth, but overall it will help you."
"How do I go about this?"
Yoongi stands up, pulling you with him and turning you to face him, "I'll call my Prescriptionist on Monday. I'll also get you in to see one of my colleagues if you'd like. I want you to know there are options for psychiatrists. Not just your husband."
You feel scared again, because it's starting to feel real. You're actually going to get help. This is going to happen.
"What do you think I have?" you question.
Taking a deep breath, he speaks, "I don't want to diagnose you."
"Don't think of a diagnosis," you encourage, "think of it as a theory."
He looks suspicious, torn between telling you. Yet, you know that he knows what's wrong. "Depression. Like me."
You nod, feeling him turn off the water and wrap a towel around you to start drying you off.
"I think you are the most amazing wife, mother, person that I have ever met in my entire life," Yoongi says as he helps you out of the shower and hands you your underwear, "and I want you to know that I will be here to help you through any issues you may have. When I married you, I promised to be with you through sickness and health. Now is the sickness, and I'll be here. Until the very end."
You smile, your eyes brightening, "What did I do to deserve such an amazing family?"
Yoongi shrugs, "What did I do to deserve you? We must be doing something right."
With a giggle, you lean up and give your husband a deep kiss. He returns it, grabbing your waist and pulling you close to him. You feel his legs open your thighs as though he can't get close enough to you. Even though you're practically on top of him, he needs more. He always needs more.
Breaking the kiss, you see his swollen lips turn up into a smile, "Let's get some sleep, baby. You deserve it."
~*~*~
You wake at 6 in the morning.
Your head hurts from the crying of last night so you glance to your bedside table. Already, there's a glass of water and a bottle of tylenol.
You take the medication gratefully, pulling yourself out of bed and heading straight to your baby's room. When you enter, you see Yoongi laying back on the rocking chair with your son laying on Yoongi's chest.
You lean against the doorway, your two boys sleeping peacefully in front of you. A smile breaks across your face because, who are you kidding? What harm could getting help do?
If there's anything you want to do for your family, it's be the best you can be. If that means getting help, then so be it. Your family is your top priority, and Yoongi slapped you back to reality last night.
As the baby begins to stir, you step forward and take him from your husband's arms. Yoongi wakes the moment he feels his baby's warmth leave him, squinting up at you while you rock your baby gently.
"How are you doing?" he questions, his voice laced with exhaustion that you can't help but feel bad about. You know you partly caused that.
"I'm wonderful, baby." you smile, hearing your son coo gently. You glance down at your baby as Yoongi stands, wrapping his arms around both of you and swaying you both gently.
"I love you both," you whisper, "I promise I'll be okay."
"I know you will be," Yoongi responds, his hand brushing back the hair on your son's head, "not only for us but also for yourself."
You lean forward and press a kiss to his lips, pulling away and resting your forehead against his.
"'Till death do us part, my love." you say.
Yoongi smiles, "and when we're old and grey and watching our grandkids play in the yard, I hope you look back at moments like these with fondness."
"I will," you say, the butterflies of Yoongi picturing your future together swarming in your tummy, "I hope you do to."
It was my first time traveling for a concert. I live in SLC so I drove roughly 6 hours to Las Vegas to spend the weekend there. My friend from Texas flew in Friday and we got a hotel room together at Caesar's Palace and planned our whole concert day that night.
We started off by getting a really good breakfast on the strip then had a lovely conversation with our Uber driver about how BTS fans are the "cleanest crowd" he has ever seen. Then we went to the pop up shop at Area 15 and finally, it was time for the concert.
We went as Sope bc the first time we met in person we ended up giving Sope vibes so it became our thing. We met some baby armys sitting beside us while we waited for the show to start and suddenly, the beginning notes to ON played and I was entirely enamoured.
I knew BTS were going to be amazing, that's their whole thing. Yet, sitting in front of that stage and //seeing// it with my own to eyes had filled me with the most amazing and indescribable feeling. We watched the comeback announcement, we heard the screams, we listened to the ending ments, and we sang (or screamed, rather) our little hearts out.
The thing I loved the most, though, was the walk across the bridge from the stadium afterwards. At least 15 thousand people shouting BTS chants, singing BTS songs, waving our army bombs high in the sky. Guests staying at the hotels we walked passed were shining their flashlights at us and there were buskers in the streets that armys cheered on and danced with.
This weekend was so incredible. I've never in my life thought i would be able to see such an incredible performance.
Summary: You didn't think that Jimin buying a country side house would lead to your best friend admitting his feelings for you.
w/c: 2,794
tags: pool sex, Idol!au, temptress!reader, switch!jimin, pegging, blow job, thigh riding, exhibitionism
Jimin has always been your best friend.
Sure, he antagonizes you to no end and sometimes manages to press every button that you have, but he is still the one person you know you can sink into with all of your problems and he will swipe them away with the touch of his hand against your forehead.
It's been harder since he's been away, though. Long nights on tour or press releases or traveling the world for one reason or another... your best friend was a lot of people's best friend. He had managed to charm his way into the hearts of millions with his gorgeous smile and impeccable voice. You sometimes think that every person he comes across falls in love with him, but then you remember how ridiculous that is considering you're not in love with him. Because, again, he's Jimin. Your best friend. The boy who used to steal your food at lunch in grade 4 and drag you to random street dance performances in middle school. He's always just... been there. There's no way you're in love with him now in your mid 20s.
"You've really outdone yourself with this house, Jiminie." you fold your arms in front of the large exterior entertainment center, an above ground fire pit crackling with the sounds of the flames dancing under the midnight moon.
Jimin finally decided to get that country house he had been talking about since he got his first big check from BigHit. "It's gonna have a giant pool and a movie theater basement," he would say, "and of course an extra room just for you, _____."
"I know," Jimin cackled, his recognizable laugh unchanging from the past, "I can't believe I actually did it."
"You deserve it," you feel him stand behind you, his height only slightly taller than you but enough for him to feel proud, "you worked so damn hard. I hope this is your favorite escape."
You turn to him and he grins, "Ooh, Noona," he opens his arms wide, urging you to fall into them. When you do, he squeezes you and continues, "I'm glad you're the first one here. You get to break in the new house with me."
"What do you suppose we do first to break it in? Movie? Sleep?"
You feel him shake his head, "No, noo... Swimming."
"What?" you lift your head from his chest and turn towards the pool, "It's cold."
Jimin smiles, "It's heated."
"You're ridiculous," you giggle while shaking your head, "I don't have anything to swim in."
Jimin smirks, and without saying another work he slips his shirt and pants off, leaving him in his boxers. He doesn't give you the opportunity to oogle (not that you would) his chiseled dancer's body and tanned skin, because in an instant he is running towards the pool and jumping in. You feel droplets of water hit your face and you take a step back, watching his head bob to the surface. Wet hair... is a very nice look on him.
"Like I said," he holds up his arms, his back to you and the small tattoos above his elbows glistening with water, "heated and warm. Hop in."
"In what? My underwear?" you ask incredulously.
Jimin rolls his eyes. He's always been more confident than you, and has repeatedly reassured you that you have no reason to be insecure but you still find it difficult to strip down in front of people. Even in front of Jimin, despite having know him you're entire life.
"Do you remember when our moms make us take baths together after playing outside when we were little?" Jimin says resting his chin against the edge of the pool.
You nod carefully.
"Just think of it like that!"
You furrow your eyebrows, "But we're not kids anymore."
Jimin giggles, "Suit yourself, Noona." he moves to his back and begins floating, and you swallow when you notice the muscles on his thighs flexing and relaxing periodically to make him stay afloat. After a few moments, you take a deep breath and slip your clothes off your body.
It's embarrassing to say the least. Your bra and panties don't match and certainly aren't the most attractive pair. Not that that should matter considering it's just Jimin, and Jimin doesn't care, but you do. You don't know why but you feel the need to run and buy a cute swim suit but the closest store in 30 minutes away and Jimin is already in the water. You move quickly, stepping down the steps and into the pool. Then, you carefully wade towards Jimin whose breathing is calm and eyes are shut. Taking a deep breath, you dive under the warm water and swim beneath him, poking his sides and making him jump.
He falls beneath the water with you, opening his eyes wildly and meeting your giggling face. He jokingly gives you a scolding look, swimming towards you. You try to resurface and swim away but Jimin is much faster, grabbing you by the ankle and pulling you back under with him.
He pulls you close to his body, his knee slipping beneath your legs and his hands viciously tickling you.
You try not to giggle but you can't help it, pulling both of you to the surface and laughing hysterically while Jimin's fingers run across your skin.
"Jimin," you breathe between laughter, "please I'm sorry I won't do it again."
"Oh no," he laughs with you, "you don't get to sneak up on me like that."
You somehow slipped further up his thigh, your legs tensing around his and your hands desperately trying to push away his arms.
Jimin's thigh pushes up and for a second you feel him brush your heat. You gasp, your head tossing back and feeling everything stop suddenly. The rush of heat to your clit causes your face to turn red, but neither you or Jimin make an effort to move away. You look down at the water, sure that Jimin is very aware of what happened. His thigh stays put, and you suddenly want the ground to swallow you up. There's no way you're getting turned on just by Jimin's thigh. This is the most embarrassing thing to happen in your life.
When you finally find the courage to look up, Jimin is looking directly into your eyes, his irises nearly black and his jaw slacked just enough to show his shock.
Experimentally, he tenses his thigh and pushes upward again, an electric shock waving through out your lower half. He does it again, pushing you back to the shallow end as he does so and making your back hit the wall. With each passing movement of his thigh, your legs lock more around him.
"Do you... like this?" He asks, sounding as breathless as you feel.
You swallow the shame you felt earlier and nod slowly, feeling his hands move forward and grip your waist. He does a few more loose movements against you, and you feel your cunt begin to ache.
Jimin's hands slide across your stomach, to your hips, gripping tightly, "Do you wanna get off on my thigh, Noona?"
You nod again, this time a little more enthusiastically. You steady yourself on his shoulders, allowing your hips to move with his guidance, his muscles tensing and relaxing with the strokes of your clit against his legs. With the added friction of the water, you can feel yourself coming close.
You shut your eyes and bring his head to your shoulder, whimpering into his hair while he continues to move you. Your childhood friend is now allowing you to ride his thigh in his brand new swimming pool while you're both in your underwear. A man who, up until today, has been strictly platonic, is now stroking your skin with his thumbs as you let out a quiet and hesitant moan.
Flashes of Jimin's performances rush through your mind, his tongue sticking out, his seemingly lustful eyes while he dances. The way he teases the crowd by lifting his shirt and slightly tugging down his pants to show the prominent V line in his hips. He's always been sexy, and this admission to yourself makes you want to hide away. You're attracted to your best friend, and he's about to make you come.
"Noona," he whimpers against your neck, his tongue reaching out and tentatively licking a stripe, "I'm so hard, Noona."
You moan again, feeling him bite into your now sweat soaked skin, and sending you over the edge.
As your vision blurs and the electricity through your body, Jimin's hold on you tightens. Your hips move instinctively to ride out your high, Jimin's name leaving your lips repeatedly until you collapse into his neck.
When you come to, Jimin is still whimpering. His cock is now straining against his boxers, pressing into your torso.
You shakily lift his head from your shoulder, "Do you want some help?" your voice is softer than usual, the embarrassment has subsided and turned into a stronger need. Not to orgasm again, but rather to make sure Jimin can.
He nods softly and you grab his hand, leading him out of the pool and onto the granite benches surrounding the entertainment system. His skin is still glistening as he lays flat onto the bench, your body hovering at his knees. Sure enough, his cock is now tenting in his pants and his lips are parted. Without thinking, you lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his lips.
"I'm going to take care of you, Jimin," you whisper, hearing his breath hitch in his throat, "just relax."
He instantly relaxes, your nails raking down his chest and abs and to that notorious V line that has been unknowingly driving you crazy. Your fingers brush along the muscle, dancing along the soft skin of his pelvic bone and brushing against his slightly exposed pubic hair.
"I could cum just from that," Jimin giggles, a blush painting his nose, "your fingers feel so good against me."
You smile, reeling at the approval of your best friend, "so you don't want to cum on my tongue? Just want me to keep doing this?" For added measure, you let your fingertip dip beneath the waist band of his boxers.
"N- no, please!" he begs, "I want to see all of you when you do it though."
You lean forward again, your mouth hovering over his, "Is that so?"
Jimin has the upper hand this time, though, because he reaches his arms around your back and unhooks your bra, slipping it down your arms until it hits the ground with a wet thud. Your breasts drop and you move to cover yourself but Jimin grabs your wrists, "Do not," he nearly growls, "ever cover yourself in front of me."
You gasp, his grip on you loosening while you straighten your back. He moves his hands to rest beneath his head, flexing his hips to brush his cock against your heat.
You slip backwards, your fingers dropping beneath his boxers and pulling them down his legs. His cock is freed and it's like a breath of fresh air. You didn't realize just how much anticipation you had building in your core because instantly you're taking him into your mouth as deep as you can go.
Jimin chokes, his hands flying forward and lacing through your wet hair. He tastes... amazing. Your tongue skillfully laps on the underside of his head, his precum dripping down your throat like the best liquid gold you had ever come across. You drink him in, his jaw slack and his bottom lip swollen from his teeth repeatedly running over them. He guides your head down his shaft, careful not to thrust to deep. He's just the right size, just big enough to hit your gag reflex and allow your throat to open up and take him in further.
He moves your hair from around your face, meeting your eyes and breathing heavily.
"Please," he begs, though you're not sure why until you see his chest rise, "I want you to swallow me, Noona. I dreamed of you taking my cock like this. You're so much better than I imagined."
You want to stop to respond but the noises coming from Jimin are too good to put on hold.
You bury your nose against his pubic bone, gagging as he hits the back of your throat, then rise again. He loses his breath for a moment, "You feel so good around me," he shakes while you suck on the head, "wanna cum for you, my Queen."
He tosses his head back and you feel the vein on his cock pulse rhythmically. He grips your head in his hands and thrusts sloppily into your throat, high pitched moaning leaving his lips as he finally cums.
You swallow his release, pulling yourself up and watching Jimin's cock begin to soften against his abdomen. A few more spurts of cum shoot across his stomach, your tongue poking out, wanting to lick him clean.
He pulls himself up before you get the chance to do so, leaning forward and latching his lips around your nipple.
He bites and licks a few times, moving up your chest and neck, finally meeting your lips.
His kiss is different now, less heated but filled with more purpose. He brings you close to him, his hand slipping beneath your panties and collecting your wetness. He breaks the kiss to lick his fingers, his cock twitching as he does so.
"What was-"
Jimin cuts you off, "I also dreamed of tasting you. Since we were teenagers, and I saw you at my 17th birthday party with a skirt so short I thought you were going to moon every person there."
You laugh, "W- what?"
"Then again, I spotted you in the crowd at one of our first gigs, right? I made sure to dance extra good just to see your reaction and, fuck-" he cuts himself off, scooting his body even closer, "-I wanted to take you back stage and feel you around me more than any other time in my life."
"You've been thinking of me like this for that long?" you question, your sentence faltering as though what he just told you wasn't true at all.
"I don't know why I'm telling you this but," he pulls back and takes a deep breath, "I've imagined doing everything with you. I've imagined you fucking me with strap, I've imagined using a vibrator on you, I've imagined waking you up in the morning with breakfast in bed," your heart soars as he continues, "I have imagined coming home from work with you waiting on the couch with me to watch our favorite movie."
You tilt your head, "W- we already watch movies together."
"Noona," Jimin clenches his eyes shut, "I have wanted you for so long. Not just sexually, but- y- you-" he struggles to find the words to what he's trying to say, but you understand him. You always understand him.
"I will wake up beside you every morning, my Jiminie," you press a quick kiss to both of his cheeks, "I will eat breakfast with you, I help you with chores, I will be your shoulder to cry on, and I will love you, wholeheartedly, with every ounce of my being."
Jimin's frustration with his inability to find the right words diminishes as he hears you speak. He leans forward and kisses you again, his chest pressing against yours and pushing you onto your back.
"I will always love you, too," he returns, his voice deep and raspy with affection, "my Noona, my queen."
You take his body into yours, your mind and soul at peace. Jimin has always been your person, and now there's no secretes between the two of you. No more hidden lust or love, no more silent pining. Now it's only you and Jimin and no body else.
You lay in comfortable silence for a while, your fingers gently skimming against Jimin's spine. Finally, you break the silence.
"Were you serious about me fucking you with a strap?"
"I- I-" Jimin stutters, pulling his head from your shoulder, "It was just an idea. I watched a porn with it one time and-"
"And immediately thought of doing it with me?"
"Y- yes, but we don't have to if that makes you uncomfortable!" his voice is laced with panic but you only giggle, pushing him off of you gently and pulling yourself up to walk back inside.
"Where are you going?!" he calls.
"To look online and see what they have!" you call back, and excitement fills you when you hear his feet begin to patter after you.
a/n: very very short blurp because I wanted to thank y'all for 1k followers! I appreciate y'all for reading my silly little stories :)
Summary: Yoongi appreciates you more than you will ever know.
W/C: 957
genre: fluff
"She dances," Yoongi starts, a simpered smile stretching across his face, "not like we do, though."
Namjoon sits beside Yoongi, a beer in his hand while he looks at his Hyung. Memories of the last 10 years rush through his head, his mind racing with how hard Yoongi worked in that time span. Not bothering himself with falling in love because the only thing that mattered to him was making sure BTS was successful.
"What do you mean?" Namjoon chuckles softly.
Yoongi shrugs, glancing out of the window and into the backyard, where Min Holly chases you around the backyard. He can't wipe the smile off of his face, "This morning I woke up after her, right?"
Namjoon takes note of Yoongi's animated gestures, giving a small nod in response, hiding his own smile behind the bottle.
"and I smell food, so obviously I walk downstairs to go to the kitchen where I see her, in my clothes, singing into a whisk while she dances to the music in her headphones." Yoongi pauses to glance at Namjoon, his face heating when he realizes the younger one is smiling at him.
"Do you like that she dances? Because you usually only dance for work."
Yoongi's eyes cast upward, his hands falling onto his face while he rubs his eyes, "I love that she dances. I love that she makes me breakfast in the mornings, I love that she wears my clothes, I love that she whispers my name in her sleep. She's the greatest thing to ever happen to me, Namjoon."
"I'm glad," Namjoon responds, "you deserve to be in love."
Yoongi's smile drops, his eyes falling back to you, where you lay in the shade beneath the large oak tree that made Yoongi buy this house in the first place. Your chest his heaving while you catch your breath, and you turn your head to meet Yoongi's gaze. You give a small wave, blowing a kiss in his direction, with which Yoongi catches and slides into his pocket.
"I love her more than I've loved any one or any thing in my life," he finally responds, "and it scares the living shit out of me."
Namjoon cocks an eyebrow, his tongue swiping across the rim of the beer bottle.
Yoongi senses his questioning, waving a hand while he gathers his thoughts, "I can't live without her."
Namjoon smiles, "That's the best part about being in love."
"Yes," Yoongi sees you stand up and dust the dirt off of your purple leggings, "and also the scariest."
You enter the foyer of Yoongi's house, taking off your shoes and walking towards the kitchen to wash your hands. "Do either of you boys want another beer?"
"No, baby, we're okay." Yoongi answers for the both of them, hearing you step back out with your own bottle and pull up a chair beside Yoongi.
Namjoon eyes you and Yoongi for a moment, before smirking to himself. Standing up, he stretches his arms outward, "I think it's shower time, can I use your shampoo, Hyung?"
Yoongi nods, allowing Namjoon to dismiss himself as he feels a hand rub his knee. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he brings you close and presses a kiss to your temple, "You smell like grass."
You look up to him, your bottom lip jutted out in a small pout, "I thought you liked nature."
Yoongi leans down, capturing your lips with his. The taste of the strawberry soju you grabbed is a stark contrast to the barley flavor of the beer he had imported from the states. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip, but neither of you took that as an indication of making the kiss more heated. He simply wants to taste you. For the rest of his life.
When he pulls away, your head stays on his chest as his arm pulls you closer to him.
A sigh of content falls from your lips, your eyes closing while the sun beams through the window and onto your face. Yoongi's hand dances up your arm and to your neck, rubbing soft circles.
It's moments like these that make Yoongi realize just how much he loves you. He wasn't lying when he told Namjoon that it terrifies the shit out of him, because he knows that he truly can't be without you. He wants to see you dance in the kitchen in the mornings and sing in the shower and sleep soundly beside him. He wonders what you would look like in old age, maybe having had a few kids and sitting on a porch with him while you both look back on your lives. He wonders what your hair will look like when it's graying and how the wrinkles will fall on your face and if you will think of him as just as handsome as he knows he will think of you in beauty.
"Do you think we'll be together forever?"
Yoongi's eyes widen at your sudden words, and he realizes that you, too, have had the same fear all along.
"I will love you as long as you let me," Yoongi starts, "and I'm hoping that that is forever."
You smile, "I hope it's forever, too."
"Then it's settled," Yoongi reaches over and pulls you onto his lap, grabbing your face with his hands and making you look down at him, "we can't leave each other." He knows his heart is thudding in his chest, but he hears yours thudding as well.
"Deal." you grin, allowing Yoongi to bring your lips down to his and kissing you once more.
Love is truly a terrifying thing, but Yoongi can't imagine wanting anyone else to transverse it with. It will only be you.
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