Ah! One more thing from Ko-fi! These illustrations were used for the Welcome Home Exhibition to accompany the Worksheets! Well... You've all solved the Worksheets too, now! You know how the residents must feel... These were some Tough questions..
Home would have been there... But how does a House hold a pencil... With confidence, I assume, but also with some slight difficulty when it comes to writing their name... Well! Wally's here to help!
pairing: yoongi x fem!reader (producer!yoongi, ceo!yoongi, agust d persona, rapper!reader)
warnings: explicit sexual content, infidelity, boss/employee, sexual tension (a lot of it), slowburn, strong language, (kinda) fake!romance, y/n inner dialogue, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, cocky!yoongi, reader is v impulsive and v dumb at times, dark themes, mentions of misogyny, gonna add more later, minors DNI
catrgory: series
summary: Your dream comes true when world renowned music producer and CEO of D-Town Records, Agust D, discovers you in the underground rap scene and wants to sign you to his label. It all goes well for a few months and you can’t believe you’re actually living your dream. However, things start to shift when Agust D offers to do something for you and you can’t stop thinking about it for weeks to come. Your boyfriend doesn’t like it one bit.
Warnings: Dry humping, animalistic urges, fingering, squirting, mentions of insecurities, mention of inexperienced! reader
You sighed, content and warm against Yoongi’s side. His sleek, black tail and arm were wrapped around you protectively the screen from your TV barely illuminated his face but he looked wonderful. It had been weeks since you last hung out with him, both of your schedules barely fit any free time as of late. With the insane workload both of you had, you decided on simply staying in and watching Haikyuu!! in replacement of an outing, you were entangled with him on your couch.
His hand smoothed circles into yours, bringing it up to place kisses along your knuckles. You smiled up at him, taking that same hand which he kissed and curling it into his hair, touching his fluffy ears gingerly. He purred in return, closing his eyes to your touch. He had long been touch starved and while being with you he let himself be vulnerable, letting you touch the parts of him he had always kept guarded. His heart swelled with love as you touched him with care, like he was the most valuable thing in the world, and to you, Yoongi was.
“You make the cutest noises when you purr.” You giggled, drunk on his love. His nose whistled as he exhaled heavily, bones turned to mush as you continued petting him. His head turned the side, Yoongi nuzzled into your hand. You stretched up to place a kiss on his lips, and turned back to watch the TV.
warnings- nothing too bad, just making out and dry humping to orgasm lol, oh and swearing.
a.n- my first Yoongi fic? Yes sirrrrrrr. I be simping for this man all day everyday. Also, yes the premise is dumb but also who doesn’t wanna be locked in a trunk with Yoongi. Just me? Okay. Coolcoolcool.
This was written for the ‘A Long Hot Summer’ project by @thebtswritersclub. The member I picked was Yoongi and the sense I chose was touch, because when you can’t see you can only feel. 👀 Hope you like it!
Feedback much appreciated! 💕
gif is not mine! :)
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“Really guys? Really?” You sighed as you stared at the small trunk of Jin’s sedan. You were so done with your friends. The audacity of them to ask you to jump into the trunk for the two-hour-long ride.
“What? We cleared all the junk for you! Plus it’s not like you’ll be alone.” Namjoon stated matter-of-factly, his hands on his hips.
Your friends had been planning this week-long trip to Jin’s cottage for the past month as the last hurrah before everyone really started working in the real world, and somehow everyone had missed the fact that two cars would not be enough for your group of ten and all your belongings.
You had been friends with most of them since at least the start of university, over five years ago, but you’d be lying if you said they still didn’t annoy you at times. Well, you had been friends with everyone except Min Yoongi, the person you were being forced to now share this tiny trunk with.
“Why can’t Jungkook and I share the trunk?” You looked pleadingly at your closest friend. Jungkook and you had been friends since childhood and his bunny smile was present in almost all your pictures. Although you had been introduced when he and your younger brother became friends in fifth grade, it soon became evident that he and you were a better friendship fit as after middle school his appearances at your house soon turned from gaming with your brother to watching movies and arguing over anime in your bedroom. He had seen you madly in love with your first boyfriend and then seen you ugly cry, wasted at 2 am after your first breakup. Whereas, you had been there to buy him a cake and blast Lonely Island in his dorm when he lost his virginity in his freshman year of university. Jungkook was comfortable, Jungkook was easy. Plus, your habit of platonic cuddles made you far more comfortable spooning him for two hours than the mysterious Yoongi, who you met four months ago and may or may not be harboring a massive crush on.
“Noona, I can barely fit in there alone! You and hyung are the smallest of the group. It just makes sense!” Jungkook looked proud of his logic, patting your head smugly as you glared at him. You hated that he was now the muscle-bound version of the scrawny kid you used to know but more so you hated that he was entirely justified in his logic.
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