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Reflection of You (Series Masterlist)
Genre: Historical!AU, Timetraveller!AU/ Different Dimension, Romance
Pairing: SUGA x Reader, Yoongi x Reader
Characters: Normal!Reader, Idol!Suga, King!Yoongi, Guard!Seokjin, Guard!Jungkook, RoyalAdvisor!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Hoseok, Prince!Taehyung
Summary: Confirming you were dating the famous Min Suga of BTS, you knew you were bound to make some enemies. But what you didn’t expect was to be cursed, leading you to meet a cold-hearted, arrogant king that shares the same face as your rapper lover.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Interim I
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Interim II
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
EPILOGUE
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Drabbles List
Please Love Me (Series Masterlist) | JJK
Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags: arranged marriage, childhood friends, CEO kids; angst, fluff, smut
Series Warnings: seemingly controlling parents but not really, sexism, alochol consumption, foul language, sexual content (fingering, hand job, making out, breast play, straddling, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected sex) (18+) - specific warnings will be written on applicable chapters
Word count: 64,350 (main story + follow-up)
Series summary: As the only unmarried Jeon and Kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. But despite developing an affection for Jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. You’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.
A/N: This story is growing so I decided to put up a masterlist! Thank you so much for still going back to read this; they’re truly one of my favorite couples. 🥰🥰 @jeonwiixard also made a moodboard for this some time ago; do check it out! 🙂
Main story + Follow Up
Part 01 (wc: 13k)
Part 02 (wc: 16.6k)
Part 03 (wc: 18.3k)
The Honeymoon (16.3k)
Bonus/Drabbles
01: Seeing an old fling. Again.
02: The Talk pt.2
03: That canceled dinner
04: Date night
05: Camping
06: I tell you everything
07: The Fight
08: The Aftermath
09: The Lake House
10: I want this so much.
✨ public sex ✨
✨seokjin✨
🌷darling, under the sun (seokjin x reader) by @jiminsafairy
🌷 victoria's secret (seokjin x reader) by @flowerprincesscherryblossom
✨ yoongi ✨
🌷hard liquor (yoongi x reader) by @chateautae
🌷s'more than friends (yoongi x reader) by @borathae
🌷riding with style (yoongi x reader) by @jiminsafairy
✨ namjoon✨
🌷like no one's watching by @4joonkookie
🌷nuts (namjoon x reader) by @jiminsafairy
✨ jimin✨
🌷art class (jimin x reader) by @badbtssmut
🌷freaky positions (jimin x reader) by @jiminsafairy
🌷on the house (jimin x reader) by @dreamyjoons
🌷petrichor (jimin x reader) by @untamedqueen
✨ taehyung ✨
🌷akrasia (taehyung x reader) by @nitaescence
🌷finguering while zoom class (taehyung x reader) by @noteguk
🌷girls in bikinis (taehyung x reader) by @bratkook
🌷higher (taehyung x reader) by @ppersonna
🌷in my head (taehyung x reader) by @sketchguk
🌷one hell of a night (taehyung x reader) by @dreamescapeswriting
🌷p*rn director Taehyung (taehyung x reader) by @badbtssmut
🌷s*x show: Taehyung f*cks reader and her bestie (taehyung x reader) by @badbtssmut
🌷sweetened kiss (taehyung x reader) by @borathae
🌷tempted, you know (taehyung x reader) by @dntaewithluv
🌷 with his gf at the beach (taehyung x reader) by @badbtssmut
🌷 with his gf at the resort (taehyung x reader) by @badbtssmut
✨ jungkook ✨
🌷cam couple (jungkook x reader x a lot of people) by @badbtssmut
🌷cinema (jungkook x reader) by @badbtssmut
🌷hit the gym (jungkook x reader) by @ki-yomii
🌷need to know (jungkook x reader) by @joonberriess
🌷not text books here (jungkook x reader) by @ririkookiemonster
🌷quiet baby (jungkook x reader) by @bratkook
🌷touchdown (jungkook x reader) by @flurrys-creativity
🌷the waves (jungkook x reader) by @cherrygukki
🌷what a view (jungkook x reader) by @borathae
🌷wonderboy (jungkook x reader) by @pjminii
✨ multiple✨
🌷stretch you out (namjoon x reader x jungkook) by @chateautae
🌷i want two boyfriends so i can dress them like twins (taehyung x reader x jungkook) by @jiminsafairy
⋆ ˚。⋆୨ back to the smut library ୧⋆ ˚。⋆
⋆ ˚。⋆୨ back to the m.masterlist ୧⋆ ˚。⋆
Literally cannootttt get over how this is shot. They look like they’re witnessing 9/11
Ellie’s BTS Recs - Yoongi (part 2)
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Yoongi
One-shots
Unexpected Lovers by @jjkeverlast
Fill the Void by @glossdebut
Sweetener by @taegularities
Still Hate Me? by @minyoongiss
Pretty Girls Lie Pretty by @kikiskook
Breakfast in Bed by @joonbird
Troubleshoot My Heart by @kittenan2
Too Good at Pretending by @cigarettesuga
Blame the Government by @mister0ctopus
Best Laid Plans by @glossdebut
Quality Control by @pr1nce-jm 🌸
Subscribed by @aquagustd
No One Else by @voongiez
SMAU
Your Universe by @muniimyg
Series
Take a Bite by @glossdebut
Pigments & Playlists by @ktownshizzle
Just For the Weekend by @daegudrama (Mini Series)
Dating Advice by @taleasnewastime
Nerd & Nerdier by @ktownshizzle
MIN YOONGI (SUGA) FIC RECS pt.1
Okay ngl making these lists are sm fun hehe and it’s sort of my break from studying because once exam season starts idt I’ll have time to come here that much ahh anywayss check out these amazingg works by even more amazing writers and go give them all the love and support💗🥰!!
ONE SHOTS
Always You @jjungkookii
Genre: smut, comedy, angst, fluff
Summary: What starts as friendship built on inside jokes and late-night takeout slowly turns into something messier, heavier, and impossible to ignore. From the first meet through the birthday party, jealousy, confessions, and one hangover later-you and Yoongi finally cross the line you've both been toeing for far too long.
Sweetner @taegularities
Genre: fwb/kinda enemies to lovers; fluff, smut
Summary: You used to know how he sounded when you were wrapped around him, but circumstances have pulled you apart and sent you scattering in opposite directions. Feelings shouldn't reappear so easily by simple words, but when you find yourselves in the same place once again, this is exactly what happens.
min yoongi fic recs (iii) (ao3)
I've put together a list of my favorite yoongi fic series from ao3 that I'm absolutely loving. If you find a story you like, please don't forget to show the author your love. Leaving a kind comment, liking, and reblogging their work means the world to them and helps other fans discover these gems. Feel free to send me your recommendations, I'm always looking for my next read 💜
Series
brooklyn secrets by actualsaii (260k, completed) New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of. Or when Min Yoongi decides to leave everything, including fiancée and the post in family's empire, behind and start a new life.
familiar stranger by fallingstarfallingstar (600k+, ongoing) Landing a contract as a songwriter for BTS’s upcoming album was supposed to be your dream job. You were here to write songs, not to meet the members—not to get involved. But plans change. Now, as his fan, you’re working closely with Min Yoongi himself, stuck in late-night studio sessions where the lines between professional and personal start to blur. Between workplace politics, industry expectations, and the secrecy of falling for someone who was never supposed to be yours, you try to remind yourself: this is just work. But when Yoongi looks at you like that, it’s hard to remember what you were supposed to do in the first place. Or: You were hired to write songs, not to fall for Min Yoongi. But staying professional is harder than you thought.
ignition points by WildastheRiver (188k, completed) After moving into your new place, a cold drink is all you want. Instead, you get an argument with the grouchy, definitely-not-cute, gas station attendant. Little do you know, the grouchy, definitely-not-cute, gas station attendant is about to become a huge part of your life. A spark that won't stop growing. Min Yoongi seems to have that effect on people.
mono/stereo by wabisabisofa (169k, completed) You've got big plans for your career in the music industry - and the confidence to follow-through on them. You leap at the chance to flex your abilities and pursue your ideals as a producer with a major label. It's kind of a dream come true - except for the co-worker/producer/idol you keep butting heads with.
Familiar stranger is 10000/10!
min yoongi fic rec (i)
Hey guys, recently I've been into reading Yoongi's fanfic and here are my favourite fics from wattpad, all fics contain smut and strictly 18+. Enjoy!
Series
Healing Harper by crybababarbie (≈384k) A single mother of a newborn moves in next door to an exhausted surgeon
Sonata No. 9 by Queen_of_Tarts (≈125k) "This is serious, I want you to be absolutely sure because…" "Yoongi!" she yelled, "Just fuck me already!" Min Yoongi suddenly feels a bit self-destructive. He got everything; the fame, the money, the career of his dreams as a concert pianist yet something is still missing and he is ready to throw all the rest away to find that one missing piece.
Coven by Queen_of_Tarts (≈132k) "Oh baby, I have a lot more to offer than coffee dates and flowers." The life of 7 boys changes drastically when they encounter two girls, both running away from an evil clan of witches and taking refuge in Seoul.
It'll Always Be You by rmthighenthusiast (≈288k) You fell for Min Yoongi, hard, and you thought the feeling was mutual. But you were wrong. He never cared about you at all.
Auralism by jxngkookisdaddy (≈104k) "Why do you need my opinion! sounds like you ve got a little auralism kink going on." She teases before taking a sip of her drink. "What's auralism?" you question, furrowing your eyebrows. "It means you're turned on by sound, like voyeurism but with sound instead of sight." She states. You raise your eyebrows, now intrigued. "Huh. Is it possible to only have that kink with one person though?" you question. "Because I've had plenty of phone sex with long distance partners and l've never had anyone else's voice turn me on like that." "Well then he must be pretty damn good at his job, isn't he?" She teases. You have yet to find a man since your most recent ex-boyfriend to please you. You get set up with new dates all the time by your friend, but none of them suffice. Stumbling upon a Twitter page of a man, Yoongi, who is well-known for posting moaning audio recordings, you call him one time to see if dirty talking with him over the phone would help. After a few phone calls, you both become hooked.
Behind The Light by sugarbomb8888 (≈385k) "I don't understand you Yoongi ssi. I'm not sure why you're mad at me all the time. Is it because I'm drunk and I took over your bed? If yes, I'm sorry but I didn't do it on purpose! I don't even know why we're having this conversa-" You couldn't finish your word, as his lips covering yours for the first time. Your eyes widened, and before you knew it he was already kissing you. As your eyes flutter shut he deepened the kiss, gently and yet passionately. Your brain couldn't make up on what's going on anymore, all you can sense is the minty breath of his that mingles with yours, the way he parted your lips, his warm hands that pull you even closer towards him.
Invisible Strings of the Heart by Rkiveforever (≈168k) "You are worthy to be loved" He Kissed my earlobe "it's just, l'm a failure to give you the love you deserve, I never can" He nibbled on my ear... "You never tried" I gasped "I'll never be able to try... I'm scared, pathetic...l can give you the pleasure you deserve but never the love"
Belong by mimiswriting (≈95k) Being an actor has always been your dream. Pursuing it meant many things - leaving the town where you grew up, distancing yourself from your family that had fallen apart, and saying goodbye to the man who made you feel what home was like. When you decide to finally return after being away for so long, you meet Min Yoongi again, and you're reminded of the summer romance from 8 years ago with the college basketball superstar whose broken dream pushed you away. As you find yourself spending time with him, you're left to wonder if love changes, if it gives second chances, or if it's just another illusion that will hurt the both of you the second time around.
The Arragement by tamzen7991 (≈168k) Yoongi hires an actress to play the role of his girlfriend. It's easy to find a girlfriend when you are Min Yoongi, but it's not easy to find someone who will come and go at your will, who will be happy to stay hidden and take whatever crumbs of attention you have time to offer. Yoongi is worried about long nights on the road alone, and wants companionship, but he doesn't need the drama of a real girlfriend and he can't trust just anyone. Hiring an actress to play the role of his girlfriend might be exactly what he needs. Genius!
It's Complicated by gingerbrat_ (≈92k) When Danbi meets Yoongi, they become friends very fast. While spending time with each other, they both develop feelings for the other. There's only one problem…Yoongi is already married. "I have seen the way he looks at you." "How does he look at me?" "Like he never wants to look away."
MY Yesterday and Forever by BomnalTSakura (≈100k) He is someone you had a summer of whirlwind romance with. Eight years later, your paths cross again. He is now the world known rapper Agust D.
Fix You by tamzen7991 (≈84k) 'He can't contain her, he can't deny her, and what he really wants, might just be to stand beside her, holding her hand, and rise with her. His face grimaces as he fights the thoughts back. It's too soon to think any of this! This isn't who he is!' It's 2026, several of the members of BTS have settled down and started their families, but not Min Yoongi. At 34, he's still willfully single. With his busy recording schedule he has no time for anything beyond casual, until he meets a girl who deserves, and demands, more.
Virtuoso by bangtan_storytime (≈132k) After an unexpected transfer in her career, a young singer is swept into a whirlwind of life-changing events surrounding new romance, intergenerational friendships, and the music that intertwines it all.
No Room For Secrets-Masterlist | Jeon JungKook
jjk x reader · roommates!au · slow burn · angst + smut
•this will be a long fic•
→ Summary: Moving in with three four hot strangers in Seoul? Bold.
Catching feelings for the quiet overachiever with devastating eyes and a secret fiancée? Unfortunate.
Jeon Jungkook is humble, helpful, and annoyingly good at everything—from cooking dinner to driving you insane. He doesn’t say much, but when he does? It lingers. He lets you steal his hoodies. He never calls you out. He just watches—and instigates.
Between forbidden hookups, loaded glances, and rules you definitely shouldn’t be breaking, you’re both in way too deep. The only house rule? Don’t fall in love.
Hard to follow when you’re the emotionally repressed one, Jimin’s clocking your every move, Jin thinks he’s in charge, and Taehyung has fully entered his detective era.
Secrets are piling up.
And love was never supposed to be part of the lease.
NOOOO THE SIX ORGASMS PERIOD HACK GOT REBLOGS DISABLED JUST AS I TRIED TO REBLOG IT whatever. I'm trying that next period.
Rescued media. Fuck it.
"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."
Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.
Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.
REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH
#4 The Entire Picture, Part 2
It's the dream project until you find out that your favourite idol doesn't want you there.
Part 1
Pairing: Yoongi x female reader Genre: IdolAU / Angst / Smut Warnings: Nothing much here. Word count: 5K+
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I stare at the blank white of his bedroom door like it might open if I apologize hard enough in my head. It stays shut. I wait one minute, then two, then I realize how pathetic I look standing in the middle of his living room holding nothing but regret and my phone. I leave.
The hallway feels colder on the way down. I do not cry in elevators, especially not in hotels where the carpets cost more than my flight. I press my thumb into the corner of my eye anyway and sniff once, then fix my mouth like nothing happened.
Si-Hyeon is asleep with one arm thrown over his face and a towel turban that is losing its last fight. I sit on the edge of the bed. I sit until the mattress stops swaying, then I reach for my phone.
I type, delete, type again. I land on something small.
I am sorry. I did not know. Thank you for thinking of us.
I stare at the screen. It reads like a corporate email. I send it anyway because a bad text is better than silence. The delivery tag turns blue. No reply.
I plug my charger in, turn the brightness down, and lie on my back. My heart goes loud. The ceiling does not care.
When I finally sleep, it is the kind that drops you into dark water and does not let you come up.
Morning is a slap. Wake up calls, messages, a knock at the door. I get dressed on autopilot and pull my hair up. The bruise on my neck is a dull galaxied mauve under concealer. I cover it again and pretend I do not see it.
We roll suitcases into the lobby with everyone else. I keep my movements tidy. I avoid looking toward the corner where Yoongi is talking to Sejin. I fail once. He looks up at the exact same time. Nothing dramatic happens. Our eyes meet. His go back to the schedule sheet in his hand. Mine go to the marble floor.
On the bus to the airport he takes the front seat. I sit in the second row on the other side next to a window. We pass water on our right and I focus on nothing. The crew is half asleep. The sky is too clean.
Check-in, security, the stupid thrill of duty free. All of it feels like moving through someone else’s day. I end up in line at a coffee shop and realize too late that Sejin is behind me and Yoongi is behind him. Great. The universe loves a meet-cute. The universe can mind its business.
Sejin orders for both of them. I move away to the cutlery stand and pretend to consider wooden stirrers like they are rare artifacts. A shadow comes up next to mine.
“Your text was an apology,” he says.
I do not look at him. “Yes.”
“It felt like a memo.”
“Maybe I am better at memos.”
He takes a breath. “I do not like ending days like that.”
“Me neither.”
“Then fix it,” he says, quiet, and walks away with his coffee before I can manage a single sentence that does not sound like me swallowing gravel.
The gate is full of people who look like they are used to getting on planes for work and not because they want to see anything. We board. I end up with a window and an empty middle seat. He appears and fills the aisle seat. Of course he does. The universe is a comedian.
I buckle up. He buckles up. The flight attendant does her demonstration. The plane drifts, lines up, roars. I stare out at the runway until it blurs. I can feel heat along my left side where his arm is near mine. We are not touching. It feels like we are.
“I do not like misunderstandings,” he says when the plane is climbing.
“I know,” I say. “I do not either.”
“You looked at me last night like I was a problem you could solve with an exit,” he says, still looking forward.
“I am not used to wanting things from clients,” I say. “I am not used to wanting things I cannot control.”
There is a long pause.
He says, “I did not plan for it to be only one day.”
My throat works around something thick. “I know that now.”
He nods. Silence again. Clouds below us look like someone frosted the sea. His hand is on his knee. He is calm, or good at pretending.
“I was angry,” I say.
“I noticed.”
“I was wrong.”
“I noticed,” he says again, softer this time.
I turn my face toward him. He looks at me. No performance. Just his eyes steady on mine. I feel myself go warm from my chest out.
“Do you still want to talk to me when we land,” I ask, “or do you want me out of your way until the album meeting?”
“I want to talk to you when we land,” he says. “I will text you the room.”
We do not speak for the next hour. He sleeps with his head tipped back. I watch a bad movie with the sound off. When the plane drops through clouds, my stomach drops with it. I do not know if I am nervous or excited. Both feel like the same color right now.
We land. The crew peels off to baggage. He disappears into VIP corridors with Sejin and two airport staff. My phone buzzes when I am standing by carousel four.
Penthouse. Give me twenty. Please do not run away again.
I do not run. I go.
The hotel is the same, but different in daylight. I take the private elevator up. My reflection looks annoyingly composed. I ring. The door opens halfway and then all the way. He is in a black tee and sweatpants and no socks. His hair is a little messy like he did not bother with a mirror. He looks like someone I have already kissed. My stomach does that drop again.
He steps back. I go in. The door shuts. We stand there like idiots in the soft hum of air conditioning.
“I was too harsh last night,” he says. “I did not want to shut you out.”
“I was too quick to assume the worst,” I say. “I felt stupid and I did not want to feel stupid in front of you.”
He watches me for a second. “You think I am dangerous to your pride.”
“I think you are dangerous to a lot of things,” I say, and then I hate how honest that comes out.
His mouth twitches. He gestures to the couch. We sit. There is half a bottle of water on the table and an untouched fruit plate. He folds his hands and unfolds them.
“I told Sejin I would take an hour and then meet him,” he says. “So we do not have long.”
“Then we should be clear,” I say. “I want to work with you. I want the album. I also want you.”
The words hit air and hang there. He does not let them fall.
“I want you,” he says back, like he has been waiting for permission to say it in that order. “The work is separate, but I know it will still make lines messy. I do not want to hide. I also do not want it to ruin what we built the last two months.”
Something loosens in my chest. I nod. “We can set rules. We already run a company. We know how to act in rooms. We know how not to be stupid in front of teams. We can be stupid in private.”
That gets a short laugh out of him, quiet and real. “I can do private,” he says. He reaches for my hand and stops. He waits.
I thread my fingers through his. Heat climbs up my neck.
“Ask me something honest,” I say. “So this stops feeling like a scene and starts feeling like us.”
He takes a breath. “Were you jealous,” he asks, and I know he is not talking about work anymore. He is talking about the idea that anyone else might have this soft version of him I got to see last night, the one under the work, the one that asked if I had anyone in my life, the one who told me he did not.
“Yes,” I say. “Every time someone else had your attention. It was stupid.”
“It was not stupid,” he says. “I was jealous too.”
“Of who,” I ask, a little incredulous.
“Your job. Your confidence. Your friend who gets your first text. The sea. The cave,” he says like it is obvious, then looks a little embarrassed, which is unfair because men like him should not get to be embarrassed and still look that good.
I lean in. He meets me halfway.
The kiss starts slow, like last night, like he wants to check the temperature before he dives. My mouth opens under his and I taste mint from the hotel toothpaste. His thumb strokes the side of my neck where the bruise is, careful and claiming at the same time. My body goes pliant and tight in turns. I make a sound in my throat that is not for public consumption. He swallows it.
I end up on his lap without remembering how. His hands are on my waist, then my back, then under the hem of my shirt. He is warm. I feel like a live wire. There is no rush in his movements, but there is nothing patient either. He kisses like he has nothing to prove and something to lose.
“Bedroom,” he says against my mouth.
“Please,” I say, which surprises me because I do not like saying please. He stands with me still wrapped around him, then sets me down. We walk, not fast, but not slow.
His bedroom is dimmer. The curtains are only halfway open. It smells like his soap. I kick my sneakers off and reach for the hem of my shirt. He stops my hands.
“I want to do it,” he says, and I let him.
He peels my shirt up and off. The air touches my skin. He steps back like he has to blink. I stand there and try not to fidget.
“You are beautiful,” he says. His voice is even, but there is something like reverence in it. I do not know what to do with that, so I kiss him again so I can forget all the ways my chest feels too bright.
We find a rhythm that is both careful and hungry. His mouth on my collarbone is almost polite, then he finds the spot he left last night and his politeness burns off. His teeth scrape lightly. His tongue soothes. I arch into it before I can stop myself. His hand slides down my stomach and under the waist of my skirt.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says.
“I will,” I say, and I mean it.
He watches my face while he touches me over my underwear first, and the focus in him is its own heat. I rock into his hand and find his mouth and lose it for a second when he slips fingers under the edge and strokes where I am already embarrassingly wet. He smiles against my jaw like he can feel the way my pulse jumps.
“Here,” he says, and presses just right. My breath catches. He tests, learns, files the information away. His fingers slide slow and then faster. I clutch his shoulder and make a noise I do not recognize as mine.
“Bed,” he says again, less like a suggestion this time. I pull him with me and fall back.
He goes down my body like he is letting himself have something he has waited to taste. His hair brushes my stomach. I look down and nearly lose my mind at the sight of him between my thighs. He hooks his fingers into the sides of my underwear and looks up. I lift my hips. He slides them down and off. Cool air hits me. His hands are on the inside of my knees and then the outside, easing me open. He kisses the bruise on my inner thigh like it is a secret, then he licks a clean slow line that empties my lungs.
“Yoongi,” I say, because anything else is unreasonable.
He hums against me and the vibration makes my eyes shut. He is not shy about the way he eats me. He is not messy either. He is focused and greedy and patient in the exact dangerous combination that makes me claw at the sheets. He uses his mouth and then he adds a finger and then two, slow, checking, filling. He curls them just right. I break a little on a gasp.
I am not a woman who begs. I hear myself beg. He pulls back only to say, “I have you,” and then goes back in and proves it.
The orgasm hits hard enough that I choke on it. I arch. My legs shake. He works me through it like he knows the language already. I ride his hand until the world comes back.
He kisses his way up, slow. My body is a low buzz. His mouth finds mine and I taste myself. He settles over me and I feel him hard against my thigh. I hook a leg around his hip. He groans, quiet, into my hair like he is trying not to make any noise at all. It is hot and unfair.
“Do you have,” he starts, and I reach to my bag in a blind frantic stretch that probably looks ridiculous. I find my wallet, the side pocket, the small silver packet. I hold it up like a prize. He grins, a quick flash, and takes it. He tears it, rolls it on, and the sight of his hands doing something that practical with that much control does something to my brain I am not prepared for.
“Tell me if it is too much,” he says when his body lines up with mine. I nod, then realize I need words. “I will,” I say again, breathless.
He pushes in slow, then holds. I grip his forearm and inhale. It is a stretch that borders on too much, then slides firmly into perfect. He lets me adjust, eyes on mine. It is the eye contact that undoes me. I pull on his shoulder and he sinks the rest of the way. We both swear.
He moves like he is learning me and showing me at the same time. He does not rush. He sets an unhurried thrust that finds a pressure I can push back against. My hands go everywhere. His back, his waist, the side of his neck. He pins my wrists above my head for a second, just to see if I like it. I do. He lets go so I can touch him again. He bends to kiss me and I kiss back like I have been saving it.
It builds. He changes angle and hits something that makes my vision go white at the edges. I gasp. He does it again. He curses softly and keeps going. I am loud now. I am sure the floor below knows my name. He does not look away. He keeps his eyes on mine, and it feels merciless and tender.
“I am close,” he says, tight, like a warning and a promise.
“Me too,” I say, and it is true. The second one rushes up faster than I expect. He slips a hand between us without breaking rhythm and presses where he already knows it will finish me. The sound I make is not safe for work. I come hard and everything folds sweet and sharp. I clutch him. He follows a breath after with a low sound that ends against my neck.
We stay like that for a minute, catching air. He kisses my shoulder, my jaw, the corner of my mouth like he cannot stop. My fingers are still curled in his hair. My body hums like a wire that finally grounded.
He pulls out carefully and ties off the condom. He stands to toss it and then does this polite thing where he brings me a damp towel and I love him for being a decent human in a world full of men who are not.
I lie on my side and watch him while he cleans up. The room is quiet except for our breathing. The curtains throw soft stripes on the bed.
He slides back in beside me and pulls me in until my nose is in his shirt and my thigh is over his. It is not elegant. It is warm.
“I am late,” he says into my hair but does not move.
“Tell Sejin I kidnapped you,” I say.
“He will believe it,” he says, amused.
“Good,” I say. “Let him.”
He kisses the top of my head. The place where my skull meets my neck goes warm.
“We need to talk about rules,” he says after a second, practical again because of course he is. “No touching at work unless necessary. No looks that make people whisper. No texting during meetings. If we argue, we do it after the day is done. If one of us says we need space, we respect it. If it interferes with the album, we stop and reset.”
I nod. My mouth twists. “I hate that last one.”
“I hate it too,” he says. “But it keeps us safe.”
“Okay,” I say. “And one more.”
“What.”
“No disappearing into your room and locking the door if I say something stupid,” I say, half serious, half teasing, but not really joking. “Tell me I am being an idiot to my face. I can take it.”
He smiles, small and real. “Deal. And you do not run away after kissing me in a cave.”
“Deal,” I say, then I poke his chest. “And you do not vote me out of jobs without telling me why first.”
He gives me a look. “I did tell you. You did not let me finish.”
“Semantics,” I say and burrow closer.
His phone buzzes on the nightstand. He groans. He reaches, reads, kisses my cheek, then sits up.
“I have to go,” he says. “Dinner tonight. My place. No crew. Just us.”
“You cook,” I ask.
“I can order,” he says, deadpan, and I laugh into the pillow.
He dresses. I watch him put himself back together and feel smug and soft in a way that is new. He comes back to the bed and kisses me once, gentle, then one more time, less gentle. I hold his shirt and almost ask him to stay, then let him go because I am not a teenager and adults finish their jobs before they roll around again.
The door clicks behind him. I stare at the ceiling for a second, then I get up and find my bra where it fell like a dead star under the chair. I fix my face in the mirror and laugh at my own mouth because it looks swollen and happy.
My phone lights up.
Sejin just asked me why I look like I got everything I wanted. You have thirty minutes to act normal before he figures it out. Dinner at eight. Do not be late.
I grin. Then I text back the only thing that makes sense.
I am not running anymore.
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Finishing a few stories! Tell me what you think?
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Prompt #3: You are in love with your best friend. He writes a song called Unrequited, but it is not about you.
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female Reader Summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend for years, but when you stumble upon his new song, Unrequited, you’re convinced it’s about someone else. Weeks of avoidance, misunderstandings, and bottled-up feelings finally erupt into the one conversation you’ve both been avoiding — and the truth changes everything. Genre: Slow-burn coworkers-to-lovers, idol AU, best friends to lovers, angsty but fluffy ending, older woman by a few years Warnings: Heavy pining, jealousy, workplace proximity, mutual misunderstanding, emotional tension, heated makeouts, minor swearing, mentions of other love interests (misunderstanding), strong language, fade-to-black intimacy, happy ending Word count: ~9.3k Posting date: August 11, 2025
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It has been a while since you have felt something like this. A feeling so strong that nothing else has made sense. Even after you have rationalised it, broken it down into whys and nots and pros and cons, you always end up at the same conclusion. You love him.
The list has always been comprehensive. He is genuinely kind and goes out of his way for the people he cares about, and he cares about you. That is true. Over the last few years, you and he have gotten closer, especially since you started working directly for him. The work friendship adapted and evolved into a real one, and now he is one of your best friends. Finding friends, real friends, at this age is rare, and you have found him. And he has you. You have earned your place in the closest-circle category, carved out space in his world meant just for you. That is not a lie.
But just because he is kind and takes extra care with you does not mean it is love. Maybe it is the unnecessary but now habitual hand-holding. Maybe it is the late nights at your place, the warm smell of buttered popcorn in the air as you explored films in languages neither of you speak. Maybe it is the many letters and emails he sent you while he was away, the paper still faintly smelling of his cologne. It has to mean more, and for you it has always meant love.
“Unrequited,” you say out loud, the word tasting strange in your mouth as your eyes trace the heading scrawled in his uneven handwriting. The pages lie scattered across his desk, curling slightly at the edges. You are here to pick him up before heading to a friend’s farewell, but he is taking forever, and now you are alone in his studio. The air is warm with the faint hum of old equipment, and the scent of stale coffee lingers from a paper cup on the console.
It is hard not to read further. You are too curious for your own good, too much of a fan to resist. He has shared works-in-progress before, sometimes accidentally, since you usually handle finalised tracks and release plans. Spending time together means things get shared, from riffs played absentmindedly to half-finished choruses hummed under his breath.
But the word Unrequited feels heavy, like something dropped into your stomach.
Some things, however, are better left unknown.
The lyrics describe moments that are not yours. The soft clink of coffee mugs in cafés you have never visited. The muffled thud of car doors in parking lots you have never stood in. The sound of rain tapping against windows during late-night drives you were never part of. He writes about being in love during all of them, but never with you.
Your heart sinks, an ache that seems to tighten your chest. You turn the page, desperate for something familiar, some mention of the inside jokes you share or the way you tease each other mid-work calls. Nothing. Every line paints a picture of someone he has loved for a long time, someone who does not reciprocate.
And then you see the name. Mina.
In all your love for him, you never realised.
She is on your team, though you barely interact. You try to recall moments when she could have been such a fixture in his life without you noticing. How could your best friend have feelings for someone else, and you never saw it?
You open her Instagram. Her profile picture looks like it belongs in a magazine. Hair catching sunlight, laughter frozen mid-shot. You think, what an idiot, not to reciprocate his feelings. Then, what a bigger idiot I am, to love a man whose heart was never mine.
Why has he been spending all this time with you instead of chasing her? Everyone sees the two of you together. It is no secret. But suddenly, you are running through all the ways he could have been with her instead.
The faint creak of the studio door snaps you out of your thoughts.
“Okay, I am here,” Yoongi says, walking in, his face now looking far more alive than it had thirty minutes ago. The faint scent of his aftershave drifts into the room. “I cannot believe we are going to a farewell. Honestly, no one will be expecting me. No one will care. What? Why are you so pale?”
His hands are warm against your cheeks as he cups your face, his thumbs brushing your skin lightly. It is actions like these that make your heart imagine possibilities that cannot exist.
You shrug his hands off. “I am fine. I already told them you are coming,” you say quickly, standing up and putting distance between you.
“You okay? What is up?” He reaches out to hold your hand, but your mind is too busy replaying situations where he could have chosen her instead of you. Maybe you are just a convenient replacement, now that he has realised his feelings for Mina are one-sided.
“Yup, let’s go.” You take the lead out of the room while he grabs his wallet and follows you.
The farewell is only a few floors down. The closer you get, the more you feel the dull buzz of music from the hall. Mina will be there. You do not feel like being in the same room with her and Yoongi, only to start realising situations you never considered before.
“Remind me again what he does?” Yoongi asks in the elevator. The click of the buttons is sharp in the quiet space, and you stew in your thoughts.
“Publicist. He managed your D-Day release,” you mutter. “How can you forget?” Does he only remember things Mina does?
“Of course,” Yoongi says, frowning at your sudden agitation. He knows you well enough to see you are pouting, thinking faster than you can keep up with yourself. “Just slipped my mind.”
The farewell is a blur. The scent of cake icing mixes with the faint musk of the crowd. You keep looking for signs that he might be watching Mina. He does not. No side glances, no sighs. He talks to Namjoon or another producer, then stands next to you, whispering jokes to make you smile. If he has written a whole heartbreak song for this woman, he hides it well.
“I am gonna go,” you say after your last attempt to spark some interaction between them fails. Neither of them seems interested in speaking to the other.
“What, wait.” Yoongi catches your wrist. His grip is warm and firm. “You brought me here, you cannot abandon me.” He laughs.
“It is your company. And Joon is here too.” You pull your hand away.
“We have our movie night tonight. Will you come by seven?”
“You know seven on a Friday is prime time. People go on dates, dinners, approach people they like and ask them out.”
“Do you have a date?” He tilts his head. “You are choosing a date over our ritual.”
“Stop it,” you roll your eyes.
“I will see you at seven. I have been waiting to watch this movie, and you are not bailing.”
You are too caught up in your own thoughts to process his words, so you do not go.
The next day, he barges into the office, calling your name loudly enough for every head to turn. You duck behind your laptop, but he strides over. “Can I speak to you? Or should I start asking my questions here for everyone to hear?”
“Okay, okay, follow me.” You lead him into a meeting room.
“What is wrong with you? I called and called, so much that I thought something happened to you. Then I see Daniel post a story with you in it.”
“He came over to meet Suzy,” you explain. “I was just there.”
“And you could not answer my calls?” His arms fold across his chest. “It is rude. What is up with you? Did I do something? You were fine until your sour mood yesterday.”
“Nothing, I just did not feel okay.”
“You know what? When you figure it out, let me know.” He walks out.
Days pass. You avoid him. Until one late evening, the office almost empty, you hear the scrape of a chair behind you.
“You’re still here,” Yoongi says.
“So are you.”
“I had a session. You’re here avoiding me.”
“I’m working.”
“You’ve been avoiding me for two weeks.”
You finally turn to him. “I found Unrequited.”
He blinks, then leans forward. “You read it? What did you think of it? I’ve been sitting on those lyrics for two weeks. It was brutal to write them. I wanted to hear your thoughts sooner, but you’ve been hard to get a hold of.”
“I didn’t know you felt so strongly about Mina,” you say quietly. “Does she know?”
“Mina?” His brows knit. “Why would I write about Mina?”
“What?”
“I took inspiration from Seohyun’s experience. You know, the producer. She told me about something she went through. I wrote it down for inspiration.”
“You didn’t even know Mina’s name?”
He shakes his head. “Not really. I put it there as a placeholder so I could finish the verse.”
“Are you kidding me? I thought you were in love with her, that you’d had all these experiences with her. I kept wondering when you found the time because you’re always in the studio or with me. I thought all these feelings I have had to go away—”
“Feelings? What feelings?”
“It doesn’t matter now. It’s all fictional.”
“It matters. Tell me.”
“You dummy,” you say, your voice breaking. “I love you. I have for a long time. I was stupid enough to think maybe it could mean more. But when I read that song, it felt worse. Worse because I could take your rejection, but not before I got the chance to tell you.”
He is quiet for a long moment, his gaze locked on yours.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear that,” he says at last, his voice low.
Then he is kissing you.
It is deep from the first second, the kind of kiss that feels like it’s trying to make up for every moment you didn’t have this. His hand slides into your hair, pulling you closer. You taste coffee and something faintly sweet on his lips. Your hands fist in his hoodie.
When he pulls back just enough to breathe, his forehead rests against yours. “I’m not letting you run from me again.”
You don’t answer before he’s kissing you again, rougher this time, his hands sliding down to your waist and tugging you onto his lap. Your palms flatten against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat. His lips trail down your jaw, then your neck, leaving a path of heat.
He bites lightly at the base of your throat, and you shift instinctively against him, drawing a low sound from his throat.
“Still think this doesn’t matter?” he murmurs.
“It matters,” you whisper.
He stands, lifting you with him, and your legs wrap around his waist. He carries you to the desk, setting you down gently. For a moment, the kiss softens, slow and deep, until you are dizzy with it.
His mouth trails from yours to your neck, his breath warm against your skin. His hands slide from your face to your waist, thumbs pressing into your sides.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs, his voice rough.
You meet his eyes. “Don’t stop.”
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Yoongi is back! Yay! I couldn't help myself. What do you guys think? It's been so long I wanted to write something sweet.
Thank you for reading this you lovely lovely person!
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This one’s an always-reblog, because who knows who needs it and hasn’t seen it yet?
Old Masterlist
I had this need to organize my works and posts, so I made this little masterlist for the older works I did before my hiatus (they’re not my favorites lol, but I don’t want to delete them because they received a lot of love and I hate deleting things). You can find my new masterlist here!
Min Yoongi
To Get To You
Pool Party [4.7k] Smut!
The New And The Ex [5k] Smut!
Work Night [3.6k] Smut!
First Time [1.1k] Smut!
Numb The Feeling [880] Smut!
Punishment [1.8k] Smut!
Call It What You Want
Hoodie [3.1k] Smut!
Park Jimin
Just A Taste [5.3k] Smut!
Kim Taehyung
Minsunderstanding [2.9k]
Just Another Bad Day [1.9k]
Jeon Jungkook
5:30 a.m. [1.8k] Smut!
The Best Way To Shut Someone Up [2.4k] Smut!
Friend-To-Friend Support [1.9k] Smut!
Summer Days [1.4k] Smut!
Yoongi Fics Rec List!!!
fav yoongi fics!!! most of these are oneshots>< Big love and praise to the authors who made these amazing storiesss!!! Most of these are 18+ so... be mindful when reading!!
Your Universe by @muniimyg (series)
MASTERPIECE<33 also my first ever read here on tumblr
Second Love by @cutaepatootie (3parts)
100%<3
Pour Some Sugar On Me by @yoonia
HOOOTTTTT and also messy lol
Act On It by @joonie-beanie
Vampire Yoongi on topppp
Hug-O-Gram by @cinnaminsvga
FLUFFFFF Yoongi is soooo cute helppp
Rings That Binds Us Together by @joyfulhopelox
it's been long since I've read this
Back-burner by @yoonpobs (series)
YESSSS
Private Lesson by @dntaewithluv
erm...
Vows by @hamsterclaw (2parts w/drabble!!)
PURE COMEDY BYEE-
Friend & Fools by @ktownshizzle
idiots
Till The End of The Line by @kimvvantae
got me BAWLING MY EYES OUT
Yoongi's lullaby by @jiminrings
he's an idiot
Love Grows Where You Go by @hueseok
cute heheh
Friendship Over by @borathae
hot hot HOOOTTT
Cherries by @redrose10 (2parts)
:<<<<<<
A Tiger's Judgement by @borathae
praise praise!! The author slayed once again
Ex-things by @namfinessed
idiots....
His entire world by @serendipitous-seven
softtt:<<<<<<<<
Dating Advice by @taleasnewastime (series)
the BESSSTT got me giggling and shii
Love & Lullabies by @ktownshizzle (series)
UGHHHH CUTE DILF YOONGGIIII
Eternal Sunshine by @ilys00ga
<3333
Lunch Break by @borathae
ahem...
Muse by meeeeee
uh...gonna promote mine ofc!!