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I just finished reading Girl Made Of Stars by Ashley Herring Blake, and I think itâs one of my new favorite books.
Iâm glad I bought it. Itâs one that I highly recommend. I wonât spoil anything for anyone who hasnât read it, but Iâve linked it here for anyone whoâs interested and wants to know the plot or anything else about the book.
I donât care if Iâm a paying customer or not, but if I walk in and look as if Iâm about to piss on the floor (or in my pants), surely thatâs a good enough reason to LET ME USE YOUR FUCKING BATHROOM!!
If I wouldâve walked into another store and get denied to use a storeâs bathroom one more fucking time, I wouldâve fucking done something.
I needed to use it for like 2 seconds. Is it shit that bad that I need to pay to use the fucking bathroom?
not sure what to say but i don't really feel like logging in to this blog anymore. there's nothing wrong with it ofc but just don't feel like using it i guess. anyways. if anyone needs me i'll be at @eldest-sibling-syndrome. i usually only post on there to rant about life tho so *shrug*
not sure what to say but i don't really feel like logging in to this blog anymore. there's nothing wrong with it ofc but just don't feel like using it i guess. anyways. if anyone needs me i'll be at @eldest-sibling-syndrome. i usually only post on there to rant about life tho so *shrug*
not sure what to say but i don't really feel like logging in to this blog anymore. there's nothing wrong with it ofc but just don't feel like using it i guess. anyways. if anyone needs me i'll be at @eldest-sibling-syndrome. i usually only post on there to rant about life tho so *shrug*
guys iâm currently reading a court of thorns and roses and i love it so so so much!!! it has me blushing, giggling, and kicking my feet and shit!!! I LOVE THIS BOOK SO MUCH AHHHH I ALREADY BOUGHT THE SECOND ONE AND I JUST GOT TO CHAPTER 23!!!
recently i've had a pinned post stating that i've moved to a new blog, i've decided to move back here and try to start writing again. i haven't written anything in a while because i've been going through a video games phase, but i've recently found some inspiration, so i'm gonna try to write something and see if it sticks...
summary: yoongi thought heâd checked everything before posting the photo, but the ring on his finger said more than words ever could. the world wasnât supposed to find outânot yet. but now that it has, he finds himself facing questions heâs tried to ignore, emotions heâs kept quiet, and a future he never thought heâd share so publicly.
content/warnings: idol!bts, gender neutral reader, fluff, mild emotional hurt/comfort, respectful and supportive namjoon is my favorite namjoon, you and yoongi are engaged lol, established relationship, secret relationship, relationship reveal, threats of legal action, respectful armys interaction with yoongi and you/his partner
notes: just wanted to clarify that this was actually supposed to be a male reader x yoongi fic, but I changed it to be a gender neutral reader instead so thatâs why the moving to the usa is in there. theyâre originally planning on moving to the usa to get married. also I added a ring to the finger of this photo of yoongi myself in picsart. it took me so long since it was hard to find a ring that didnât have a giant diamond on it or could be put on a finger like that.
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Yoongi chatted happily with the other members as he snapped a mirror selfie, then returned to his seat beside Seokjin and Namjoon.
Later, he scrolled through Twitter and Weverse, laughing softly at the fansâ enthusiastic reactions to the photo he had posted. After a moment, he tucked his phone away and rejoined the conversation, which had shifted to plans for when everyone completed their military service.
But the photo came up again the next dayâthis time, not in the way he had hoped.
He was at home, comfortably curled up on the couch with his partner, Y/n, chatting about their wedding plans for the following year, when his phone buzzed on the coffee table.
He picked it up, eyebrows furrowing as he answered.
âHello?â
Namjoonâs voice was seriousâtoo serious. âHyung, can you come in for an emergency meeting? Itâs about the photo you posted. You should probably bring your partner too.â
Before Yoongi could ask any questions, the call ended.
Still confused, Yoongi and Y/n quickly changed into casual clothes and headed to the company building. They walked in hand-in-hand, talking quietly until they entered the meeting room where Namjoon, their managers, and several staff members were already waiting.
Namjoon gestured toward two empty chairs beside him. Once they were seated, he asked, âHyung, did you notice anything unusual about the photo you posted yesterday?â
Yoongi frowned, still unsure where this was going. âNo? I checked everything around me before posting. I made sure it was clear.â
âYou missed something,â Namjoon said, pointing to the ring on Yoongiâs finger. He then pulled out his phone and showed him posts and comments from fans who had quickly spotted the engagement ring.
Yoongi looked at the photo again, and this time, he saw itâthe ring was clearly visible on his finger.
An engagement ring.
He reached over and gently squeezed Y/nâs hand.
They had always been anxious about the public discovering their relationship. Yoongiâs global fame only made Y/nâs worries worse, but they had never blamed him. Not once. Yoongi had always been loving, patient, and devotedâand Y/n was grateful they had found each other.
âThereâs a lot of media attention on this now,â Namjoon said, his voice respectful. âWeâve held things off as long as we could, but we need to make a statement.â
Yoongi turned to Y/n. âWhat do you want to do? Iâll support whatever decision you make.â
Y/n hesitated, then spoke softly, âIâm okay with revealing it if you are. Weâre getting married next year anyway. We wonât be able to keep it a secret much longer.â
Yoongi smiled, brushing gentle circles along their back. âI agree. Namjoon, would you help us write an official statement? Youâre better at this than either of us.â
Namjoon nodded. âOf course, hyung. Letâs meet again tomorrow to finalize it.â
They left soon after, still holding hands as they made their way to the carâunaware that hidden cameras had captured their every move.
***
The following day, when Yoongi stepped into the meeting room, he was surprised to find Namjoon visibly upset.
âWhatâs going on?â he asked as he sat beside him.
Namjoon handed him a tablet. âSome photographers were hiding near the building last night. They caught footage of you and your partner.â
On the screen were photos and videos of Yoongi and Y/n standing by their car, holding hands, smiling. In one image, Yoongi kissed Y/n on the cheek before helping them into the passenger seat and driving off. His happiness was undeniableâhis gummy smile was wide, and his eyes had curved into soft crescents as he talked and laughed with the person he loved.
Though Y/nâs face had been visible in the footage, it was thankfully blurred in all published content. One policy Hybe and its partner companies had managed to enforce well was the protection of non-celebrity partnersâ identities, backed by strict legal threats.
âY/nâs going to be upset when I tell them their privacy was invaded like this,â Yoongi said, his jaw tense. âLetâs take legal action. But⊠Iâm glad they at least had the decency to blur their face.â
For the next couple of hours, Yoongi and Namjoon worked on the statement. The following day, it was posted for the world to see.
***
Hello, this is Min Yoongi, also known as SUGA of BTS.
I would like to address the photo I shared two days ago. It is true that I am in a committed relationship, and I am currently engaged. My partner and I are planning to marry sometime next year.
In light of recent events, I will be pursuing legal action against individuals who have violated our privacy. While I understand that I am a public figure, my partner is not, and they wish to keep their personal life and identity private. I respectfully ask that their privacy be honored.
Lastly, I want to express my sincere gratitude to everyone who has offered their support to us during this time. Your kindness and encouragement mean a great deal to both of us.
Thank you.
***
That evening, Yoongi and Y/n shared dinner at their favorite restaurantâthe same place they had their first date. The staff knew them but said nothing, out of respect and caution after the statementâs warning about legal action over privacy invasion.
Y/n didnât hide their face, but their nerves were still visible.
âDonât worry, babe,â Yoongi said gently. âOnce we move to the States, things will be so much better. Quieter. No oneâs going to recognize me where weâre going.â
Y/n smiled at the reassurance and nodded, just as a small group of fans approached their table.
âSorry if this is a bad time, Yoongi. I really didnât want to be rude,â one said shyly. âBut if you donât mind, could I get your autograph? And⊠congratulations. Your happiness means a lot to us.â
Yoongi smiled warmly and signed everything they had, taking quick photos with each of them. The fans left, making finger hearts and giggling excitedly as they walked away.
Yoongi and Y/n laughed quietly, watching the group from their table. He caught bits of their conversation as they walked out:
âTheyâre so cute together.â
âIâm really happy for Yoongi. He deserves it.â
âIt mustâve been so hard to go public. I respect him so much for that.â
Yoongi reached for Y/nâs hand, their fingers interlocking easily as they continued their meal in peaceful silence.
Yes, he was happy. Truly, deeply happy.
And he wouldnât trade what they had for anything in the world.
summary: yoongi has stayed late at his studio again and youâre feeling needy after not having seen him in a while. things get heated very quickly, but itâs all worth it in the end.
content/warnings: established relationship, idol!yoongi, cock warming, creampie, unsafe sex, dry humping/grinding, riding, car sex, semi-public sex, teasing, strip tease, come as lube, spit as lube, body worship, sex toys, double penetration, face-fucking, oral sex (male receiving), sex toys under clothing, rough sex, come swallowing, reader is a cock slut, deep throating, light dom/sub undertones, pet names, impregnation, dirty talk (i suck at writing it), marriage proposal
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You sigh as you check the time on your phone. Itâs four in the morning and Yoongi isnât home yetâand he hasnât called you to tell you that heâs not gonna make it home tonight either. And since heâs obviously not going to make it home, you dial his number. Yoongi wasnât answering; he mustâve put it on Do Not Disturb again. You sigh again and grab your car keys before heading out the door.
When you finally arrive at Hybe, you park in Yoongiâs assigned parking spot before heading into the building. Your brows furrowing in annoyance as you speed walk down the halls and you spin the chain that holds your car keys between your fingers. Once you finally reach his studio, you enter in the code and walk in before closing the door behind you.
âYoongi,â you say in a firm tone, sighing when you see him hunched over his desk. He was so focused on his work he hadnât even heard you come in. âYoongi.â You say again, louder this time.
His brows are furrowed and his lips are hanging open as he thinks about the mess of voices and melodies on the screen in front of him. Recording equipment and technology you didnât know the names of surrounded him as he worked.
âItâs four oâclock. You shouldâve been home hours ago.â
You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his cheek as you watch him move stuff around in the software he was using to produce music. He sighs and leans into your touch, pulling your head down to kiss you on the lips before turning back to the screen in front of him.
âSorry, baby. Thereâs something about this song thatâs bugging me and I canât figure out what it is.â He says as he pulls you into his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder as he continues producing music with one hand while the other is wrapped around your stomach to hold you in place as he focuses on his work.
After watching him work for a few minutes you sigh again and stand up, turning his chair aroundâwith Yoongi making a noise of protestâand straddling him.
âPlease, Yoongi. I miss you. Come home.â You beg, kissing all over his neck and collarbone. A moan leaves his lips and you feel his dick start to wake up from all the attention that youâre giving him.
âAre you sure itâs me you miss?â He says with a smirk as he grabs your hips and grinds your crotch against his.
âYes, I do miss you, but feeling you inside me once again is something that I also miss.â You say as your hips start to move faster. His hands move from your hips to your ass and he massages them as he moans. âBut thatâs only if you come home,â you say as you stand up, walking over to the door and smirking when you see that his dick has fully risen from inside of his pants and his mouth hanging open in shock.
Then, he sighs. He makes sure to save his work before dragging you out of the building and into your car, his hands tightly gripping yours as the two of you practically run down to the parking garage.
***
A moan escapes your lips as you crawl on top of Yoongi, his fingers crawling underneath your shirt and roaming across your skin as the two of you kiss each other passionately.
The two of you hadnât even bothered to go home to continue and instead resumed after reaching your car. You were glad that you had gotten the windows tinted after you bought it a few weeks ago.
âFuck, baby,â Yoongi moaned when lifted your shirt and saw that you were wearing a lace bra that left nothing to the imagination. It was so comfortable that you had forgot you were even wearing it. âThat looks so sexy on you.â He complimented, planting a kiss on each of your breasts. A moan escaped your lips and you leaned your head back as you pulled him in closer so he could continue kissing them.
âOnly for you, babe,â you respond as you sit up a bit to slide off your jeans. His breath hitches when he sees your panties. âItâs a set. Do you like âem?â
Yoongi rested his hands on your aas and starts grinding his hips against your barely-clothed cunt. âI donât like them, I love them.â He replied as he let out another moan.
You let out another moan and thatâs when he decided that he couldnât wait any longer. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out from underneath his briefs, spitting on his cock and pumping it in his hands as he watched you grind against his thigh.
The two of you hadnât fucked Iâm a few months due to his busy schedule and you had become needy. So needy that you had started using your toys again too.
After stroking his cock a few more times, Yoongi pulls you up a bit so he can line you up with your entrance. His fingers rub your folds and come in contact with a vibrating dildo.
âAre you that needy, baby? You need that fake cock in you instead of mine and it wasnât satisfying you, so you needed mine as well?â
Yoongi slid the dildo from out of your pussy and into your ass instead. You moaned at the sudden intrusion, moaning even louder when Yoongi upped the setting to the highest it could go. Tears formed in your eyes as you rested your head on his shoulder and continued to moan in his ear from the overwhelming pleasure.
Once again, Yoongi lined his cock up with your entrance and pushed in, his breath hitching at how tight you felt wrapped around him. His hands gripped your waist again and his grip on you tightened as he roughly fucked into you. You were a sobbing and moaning mess as he fucked you like it was the only way he could breath.
âYou like that, sweetheart? You like having two cocks inside of you?â Tears fell from your eyes as you nodded your head vigorously, your hands intertwining with his as he fucked you.
His hands gripped your ass again and he pulled your cheeks farther apart, giving more access to the dildo in your ass and his cock in your pussy. âYoongi! Yoongi!â You moaned his name. A moan escaping his lips. Hearing you moaning his name turned him on.
âCome on me, baby, Come for me. Come on my cock.â Yoongiâs hands gripped your waist again and his pace quickened.
You came on his cock a few seconds later and Yoongi moaned at the feeling. âI need your come so bad, baby!â You begged as you pulled him in for a kiss, your tongues dancing as he finally came inside of you.
You pulled away, the two of you catching your breaths.
âDonât fall asleep yet, sweetheart. Weâre not done.â Yoongi whispers into your ear.
***
The drive home usually takes a whileâalmost an hourâand instead of sleeping you decide to do something else. You barely have a gag reflex (if any at all), so you decide to make use of it by cockwarming Yoongi during the ride home. Quiet moans leave his lips as you lick the tip or squeeze your lips around his cock every once in a while.
When he stops at a traffic light, he takes your head in his hands and fucks your mouth like thereâs no tomorrow. âFuck, yeah, make use of that mouth of yours, sweetheart.â He moans as continues to thrust into your mouth.
When you moan against his length, thatâs all it takes for him to come again. His hands on the wheel tighten and he focuses on the road once again when the light turns green. One of his hands push your head down as far as it can go, and you swallow all of the seed he releases into your mouth before kissing his soft pink lips.
***
When you finally pull into the parking garage of the apartment building that you and Yoongi live in, heâs carrying you in your arms throughout the halls. His sweatshirt covers your naked body and the fact that he still has his cock shoved deep inside of you.
Unfortunately though, you donât live on the any of the first floors like Yoongi had originally wanted the two of you to when you moved in. The two of you had bought an apartment on the fourteenth floor. It had four bedrooms, three bathrooms, an office for when Yoongi works from home, and an indoor gym. The kitchen, living, and dining areas were fully open and a whole wall filled with floor-to-ceiling windows that took up two whole floors with a view of the city.
It looked like a bachelorâs dream and you loved it. Well, you and Yoongi loved it. It suited both of your tastes perfectly and you knew that once the two of you got married and had kids that it would be perfect since it had four bedrooms. And you doubted that either of you would ever move out.
It had everything the two of you would ever need in life.
Hell, if the two of you bought all of the surrounding apartments, you could make it a mansion for multiple future generations, but that was a discussion for another day.
When Yoongi finally reached the front door to your shared apartment, he entered the code and turned the key before opening the door and going inside. He made sure to close and lock the door before pinning your body against the wall and harshly thrusting his hips. His cock quickly hardened inside of you and you moaned at his pace.
Yoongi had turned off the dildo that was in your ass a while ago, but he fished the remote from out of his pocket and turned it on again. He turned it on to the lowest setting before continuing his thrusts. âAh, ah, ah!â You moaned in his ear, tightly wrapping your arms around his neck as his lips planted kisses and hickeys all over chest and collarbone.
âYou feel so good, sweetheart. I missed you so much.â He moaned, pulling you in for a hot and messy kiss. âIâm so sorry for working so much, darling. Iâm so sorry for ignoring you.â
A moan left your swollen lips and you smiled, clenching around him as he came inside of you once again. âI missed you too, baby. And donât worry about ignoring me. Youâre an idol, so I understand why you get drowned in your work. And I feel like itâs worth it if we get to fuck like this every once in a while.â
Yoongi moaned into your lips and he moved to the couch with his cock still deep inside of you. âI love you so much, baby. Youâre such an angel. What would I ever do without you?â
He laid down on the couch, your back hitting his chest as he slowly fucked into you from behind. âYou know what you can do to make it up to me, baby?â You said, a smirk forming on your lips as you turned your head to look at him. He paused his thrusts and looked at you, not saying anything so you could continue with what you were saying. âYou could marry me?â
âFuck,â he moaned. âIâm gonna put a baby in you.â He said as he continued his thrusts, harder and faster.
You laughed and pecked his lips. âYou probably already have with how much youâve came inside of me,â you tease.
âYeah, but tonight, Iâm gonna make sure.â Yoongi says as he pulls you closer and wraps his arms around your waist to try and reach deeper.
And if you experienced nausea a few days later only to pee on a pregnancy test and have it come out positiveâwell, that was expected, but you were both happy.
