[suga-chan-nu]

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Favourite Groups/Biases

BTS - bias is Yoongi (honourable mention to Jin)

Stray Kids - bias is Bangchan (shoutouts to Lee Know and Han)

Monsta X - bias is Shownu (second glances to Minhyuk)

[suga-chan-nu]

Scenario: you’re sick and Yoongi doesn’t like it…

The bed was a chaotic mess of sheets and crumpled tissues. A body sluggishly thrashed on one side, curling into a foetal position before squirming straight, legs cricketing.

It hurt his heart to watch; he hated the little whimpered noises you made without realising and the comfort you sought without thought.

He wasn’t sure if you were asleep when he sat on the empty side and reached over to feel your forehead, hissing instantly at the heat pouring from your skin like a furnace. You had a fever and he couldn’t let you suffer like this, not on his watch.

You needed medicine and pain relief, a cold compress and fresh water with a clean straw. Maybe some porridge if you could stomach it. A humidifier for the room with aromatherapy oils and maybe an extra fan until your temperature came down.

Yoongi was a man of action and he showed his love through those actions. You knew this, you loved this about him, but right now, you wanted him close.

So, when he moved to pull away… you stirred from your half delirious state and whimpered pathetically, reaching for his retreating hand and holding it weakly.

“Yoon… don’t wanna get you sick but don’t want you to go,” you admitted with a rasp.

He hummed for a second before sliding fully onto the bed beside you, his arm wound around your middle and gently drew you back until he was curled around you. You could feel his nose in your hair and you’d normally cringe, knowing you needed to shower but the comfort this gesture brought couldn’t be denied.

“I don’t get sick,” he stated with an air of certainty he shouldn’t be able to possess. “If I make dak-juk will you try to eat some?”

You groaned at the thought of food, wriggling around to press your face into the pillows. Yoongi chuckled and sat up. He stroked your hair for a moment longer and the tenderness of his touch made your chest ache and your throat tighten.

“My girl is sick and I’m gonna do everything I can until you’re better. If that means spoon feeding you baby bites of food and making you rest up then that’s what is going to happen.”

It was his way of saying ‘I love you’ and you sniffled at him from your messy nest of tissues and blankets.

“Thank you…”

“For you, I’d do anything.”

[lumi-lex]

lex! I’m hear for your jukebox if you’ll have me 🥰 asking for dotori and a song I associate with myself and satori is:

Very punk pop vibes and we both identify as black sheep in our own ways. I think you know our vibe? Idiot for idiot, friends to lovers, overthinkers to the max but so incredibly head over heels in love… I hope this is enough for you!! 💜

Good luck with the travels!

oh dotori my belovedssss <3

the jukebox is queuing up:

favorite record - fall out boy

so sweet - cardinal bloom

ilysb - lany

being so head over heels for one another, satori has waited his whole life for you and your love!

[suga-chan-nu]

Scenario: you find yourself under Yoongi’s desk minutes before he’s due on a work call…

It was a dangerous game to play, and when neither of you were super into risk taking, you didn’t know what possessed you. But you were here now and Yoongi looked so good with that slight flush on his cheeks and his eyes hooded when he gazed down at you from under the brim of his cap.

Only barely could you hear the ongoing conversation; something something schedule, something something recording time, something something track lists.

Yoongi didn’t seem to be paying much attention either, not when he was too busy forcing his hips not to rise out of his seat. One hand drummed a rhythm on the desk whilst the other tangled in your hair, his clever fingers massaging your scalp and making you smile around him. It was messy and that seemed a problem when he let out a quiet groan.

His attention was forced back to the screen, the zoom call with at least ten faces all suddenly looking at him with concern. He cleared his throat and thankfully it covered the sound of you slurping, an apology tripped off his tongue whilst he slid a finger along your jaw and down to your throat to gently touch the place he was currently lodged.

“Sorry, what were we saying? I got distracted for a second.”

You could hear the rough cadence in his words, the usual effect when you were intimate, but did they? Could they tell he was hanging on by a quickly fraying thread? The tension in his body was something you could feel radiating through his clothes, but was it visible in the dim lighting of his studio?

“No worries, Yoongi hyung. As I was saying…”

Both you and Yoongi breathed a sigh of relief (you through your nose), your dangerous game remained a secret.

What a wicked thing to do…

[starvth]

⌗ ┊ 𝓎𝑜𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾'𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈 ‧ ₊ ˚

⤷﹒voice control - he barely raises it above a murmur, but the lower it drops, the wetter you get. one soft “stay still” against the shell of your ear and your thighs clench involuntarily. he notices, smirks, and repeats it slower, deeper, until you’re dripping onto the sheets without a single touch.

⤷﹒hands as restraint - never needs rope. just threads his fingers through yours, pins both your wrists above your head with one hand, the other lazily tracing your ribs. the way his palm engulfs both your hands makes you feel deliciously helpless. “don’t move them,” he says, and you don’t; couldn’t if you tried.

⤷﹒teasing denial - will edge you for an hour with just the tip of his tongue, pulling back every time your hips chase him. when you whine his name he finally looks up, lips shiny, voice calm: “you’ll come when i’ve heard every sound you can possibly make. we’re only on number seven.”

⤷﹒praise in third person - fucks you slow and deep while telling you exactly how good you feel; never “you’re so tight,” always “this pretty little cunt is trying so hard to keep me inside.” the detachment while being buried in you makes your brain short-circuit.

⤷﹒aftercare possessiveness - once you’re boneless and breathless, he carries you to the shower, washes you himself. but even then his palm stays low on your stomach, fingers occasionally dipping between your legs like he’s checking his work is still there. “mine,” he whispers into your wet hair, “every pulse, every shake; mine.”

☆ ──꒰ return to masterlist ⋆ request a scenario ꒱

[suga-chan-nu]

Scenario: it’s almost time for you to return to your apartment, but Yoongi doesn’t want you to leave… ever

Your weekend bag sat in its normal spot by the door, umbrella propped by its side. Yoongi can just about see it if he strains his neck. It makes his stomach twist unpleasantly.

It means you’re leaving.

Sunday evenings are the worst part of his week, the moment fast approaching where you’d kiss him goodbye and head back to your own apartment. With every passing week it felt like you left with a bigger and bigger piece of his heart, his soul.

It turned him melancholy in those initials moments; the house is too quiet, your perfume lingers too faintly on his couch, the bed is too cold and big without you curled around him like his very own sleepy koala…

He hates it.

You wriggle next to him, his heart clenching that the moment has arrived and much too soon. Except… you’re simply adjusting on the couch. Your head falls lazily against his shoulder and his eyes slowly shutter, the rhythm of his heart slowing back down.

“Stay,” he says, too quiet, almost like a softly uttered prayer.

“Hm? Did you say something?”

Yoongi clears his throat and sits forward, dislodging you from your perch and ruffling your feathers in the process. You frown; watching, curious, worried.

“Stay,” he repeats more clearly. He continues when your frown deepens in confusion, cutting off a reply because he isn’t finished. “I don’t just mean for another night, I mean forever.”

A frisson of electricity ripples down your spine, your stomach warming at the implication behind the request, and your heart is suddenly thumping wildly to a beat of its own design.

“I—you… are you asking me to move in?” you ask numbly, completely blindsided.

Yoongi shrugs; he’s facing you properly now, your hands cradled by his with his thumbs caressing your knuckles. His smile is tentative, measured, just like him.

“Or we could move somewhere completely new… y’know, a place that is wholly ours and not mine or yours. You can think about it, I don’t need an ans—”

“Yes. Absolutely. I want that,” you cut him off, pulling free from his hands to fling your arms around his neck. There are tears misting your eyes, and in your haste to bury yourself deeply into the warmth and comfort of his neck, you miss the face splitting grin he wears.

The location didn’t matter as long as you were there too… because you were his home.

an: I take scenarios suggestions btw, don’t be shy

[magpie1817]

it’s the same picture 😭😭😭

[littlefreak-1]

@suga-chan-nu

[heartbreakincident]

nothing but respect for our troops (smut writers) but listen. i dont want to be the person to tell you this, but not every character is going to be a dom or a sub. some people. and i know this is hard to hear. but some people do have vanilla sex. and some of those people might even be The Character.

[heartbreakincident]

most correct addition so far

[suga-chan-nu]

HOW IS IT THAT IT’S ONLY NOW THAT I’VE JUST FOUND YOUR KPOP BLOG?!?!?!

…I’m ashamed of myself, really…

🫣🫣🫣

Oh don’t mind me and my yoongi thoughts… I need to write something for him soon, it’s been a few weeks.

[brajdgirl]

I'm a king, I'm a boss.

[suga-chan-nu]

What should I write next? 🤔

[minyoonjin]

bad day? have some yoonjin smile | 100% effective 💜

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[suga-chan-nu]

Scenario: Yoongi can dance, of course he can, but can he slow dance with you?

The close to empty studio was cool, the aircon cranked high given the exertion that had just taken place. You watched from the corner, arms hugged around your knees.

Yoongi was still breathing hard from the dance practice you had been lucky enough to witness. The pile of designer jackets and bags worth more than you paid for a year in rent that had been dumped next to you were all but gone. The boys had long finished chatting with you and now they were headed out to find food and lots of it.

Food was far from your mind.

Your eyes moved between his physical form and his reflection in the ceiling to floor mirrors. Beads of sweat decorated his brow, cheeks flushed and rosy, and the water he chugged down greedily made his throat bob in the most delicious way.

Gods, what a treat.

He changed when he performed. It wasn’t a new revelation, and yet it continued to surprise you each and every time. Yoongi slipped away to be replaced by Suga or Agust D. His eyes sharpened, his lips curved to one side and his entire demeanour grew in stature and presence.

It reminded you of those moments over the years when he had caught you immediately post performance… those stolen minutes where he cornered you in a deserted dressing room and took out the remains of his high on your body.

A hand clasped over your mouth to stifle your moans.

Lips and teeth marking your neck and every inch he could reach.

Heated words near growled into your ear, switching between pure animalistic filth and declarations of love and adoration.

His body giving and giving until you broke apart, dragging him over the edge of blissful oblivion with you.

You bit your lip and buried your face in your knees. The sound of footsteps were steady as he approached, dropping down into a crouch right in front of you so that you could feel the heat pouring from him.

“Something wrong?”

“Not at all,” you said much too quickly, too brightly. “Wanna get out of here? The guys were heading for food, you must be starving too.”

He wasn’t buying it, not in the slightest. Yoongi fingered a strand of your hair, coiling it around the digit and gave a light tug. Amusement glittered in those clever eyes and why oh why did you still feel this hot, prickly embarrassment after years of being together?

“You enjoyed watching.”

It wasn’t a question, and the quiet confidence in those three words only made your heart speed up as you dared to peek into his face. His tongue was poked deep into his cheek… he knew what he was doing, provoking you, teasing you.

Before you could think up a witty reply or play him at his own game and offer some salacious commentary on how you had been mesmerised by his hip thrusts alone, he reached out and pulled you easily to your feet.

“Dance with me,” he said, not waiting for your answer as he walked backwards until you were in the centre of the studio.

“I can’t dance like you!”

You pulled against his hold, scoffing at the ridiculous notion that you could do anything like he could, but he held on, determined.

Yoongi’s hands travelled up your arms and across your shoulders. He kneaded the suddenly tense muscles and clicked his tongue. “Who said we were gonna dance like that? I just wanna dance with you, cmon.”

You let him raise your arms so they were resting by his neck, your fingers spearing through his undercut to his rumbled delight. Without noticing he had started a slow sway with you, his skilful hands helping your hips roll in languid circles until you picked up the rhythm and followed it through.

He was so close, and yet, he managed to step even closer until his front was flush with yours. You fit like two puzzle pieces, always destined to be together and just waiting for someone to connect you.

There was no music, no beats to follow, but you moved in fluid synchronisation. Yoongi led you in the most gentle way, his grasp at your waist adjusting so subtly when he wanted you to change direction or alternate your rotation counterclockwise. It made you think about exactly what those hands and fingers were capable of… your thoughts turning soft and pliable, like your body.

“I didn’t know you could slow dance, Yoon,” you said softly, the words like a purr that raised the hairs on his neck and made him shudder pleasantly.

His gaze was earnest, searching your eyes before dropping to your mouth for the longest moment.

“Before you… I couldn’t.”

[suga-chan-nu]

Can I get this new yoongi drabble finished and posted tonight?? Stay tuned. 🤞

[suga-chan-nu]

I finished it and I have it scheduled to post in 4 hours.

[suga-chan-nu]

Can I get this new yoongi drabble finished and posted tonight?? Stay tuned. 🤞

[suga-chan-nu]

Scenario: Yoongi catches you wearing his shirt for the first time… he approves.

Yoongi wasn’t a big guy. He was lean with a stealth build that always took you off guard whenever he scooped you up with little effort. His muscles were compact, but no less effective for it.

For someone so slim he still chose to wear oversized clothes a lot of the time, and that meant stealing his shirts became a game to you.

There was nothing better than sneakily grabbing up his t-shirt seconds after he threw it in the laundry hamper. His smell was infused into the fibres, his warmth still lingered and it brought you a comfort that was hard to put into words.

Mostly you wore them when he wasn’t around.

On those nights when you knew he wouldn’t be returning to your bed because he was out of town or busy in the studio with the boys. It was a way to keep a piece of him with you when he couldn’t be.

Today was one of those days when you were certain Yoongi would be away for at least tonight, if not longer, and the need for comfort was especially strong. Your day had been… challenging, and without his quiet solace you needed to feel protected and loved by him in another way.

The charcoal grey tshirt bagged on your curves, the sleeves falling past your elbows and the hem reaching your knees. Your nose was pressed into the collar, Yoongi’s uniquely enticing scent filling your lungs, when the front door closed. A set of keys jingled as they hit the ceramic bowl in the entrance way.

You froze.

“I’m home. Where—” The tired greeting paused as it grew nearer.

With your back to him, you couldn’t see how his mouth fell open at the sight of you—naked except for his shirt. His eyes widening as he traced his gaze from your head down to your toes and back again… slowly. His hunger, appreciation, absolute love was a raging fire in those sharp, clever eyes.

Your skin felt hot. Embarrassment prickled along your arms and the back of your neck. What would he think? Would he tease you for being silly or sentimental?

“I can explain!” you started, whirling around only to come face to very close face with your man. You hadn’t heard him move.

“Whoa—Yoongi… I… hmpf…”

He cut you off with a searing kiss, his hand coming up to grasp your jaw and angle your head so he could deepen it immediately. Without another word he had you backed up against the door to the pantry. His grip moved to your sides, bunching the material of his t-shirt tightly into fists until it was raised enough to peek your underwear.

“You’re… wearing… my… shirt.”

Each word was enunciated between desperate kisses that moved from your mouth to your jaw to your neck and collarbone. He nipped at your earlobe just to hear you whimper, and every concern you had melted away with the intensity of his approval.

“I wear them a lot. When you’re gone and I miss you,” you admitted breathlessly, body yielding to his every desire and movement.

The familiar sound of his tongue clicking against his teeth had you squirming a new. The evidence of his feelings pressed along your hip and by god you wanted it inside you.

“That explains why I can smell you sometimes even when you’re not around. Been driving me crazy…”

“Want me to stop?” You teased with a playful chuckle, already guessing his answer.

Yoongi stopped in the process of unzipping to look you dead in the eye. The sincerity of his gaze stole what remained of your breath.

“If you do, I might die.”

[suga-chan-nu]

I wanted to write something for yoongi (surprise surprise) tonight but I got distracted and now I’m too sleepy… tomorrow, beloved, I will write for you tomorrow.