Summary: The queen can't seem to satisfy her needs by herself
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: explicit sexual activity, unhealthy relationship dynamics, slut shaming, adultery, impreg kink, mention knife/sword play, historical inaccuracy , breeding kink, possessive kink, impossible love a lil' angsty but not so much , step-bro by mariage AU ?
A/N: falled in love with
and felt like writting something along those lines.
I do not own the original idea and this is just a sort of tribute if you will , This all stays fiction and do not relate how I see the boys or how I see my non relationship with them all of this is fiction and for fun , not to be taken seriously !
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You finally gave birth to an legitimate heir to the King , your husband, 5 years ago.
Miraculously you got pregnant after years of trying and months of non-activity with your husband , for you to finally initiate a sexual intercourse with the king one night surprising him.
It had been such a massive event for everyone . Your husband had been very much surprised to learn the news at a committee in the morning where you not so graciously puked in front of the royal court. But everyone ‘ ve been quick to forgive you once they learned the news. And as chaos of the news aroused great joy in the country, no one saw that quick glance you gave to one person in the royal court .
He that entire day wore a playful smirk arousing yours. The king didn’t need to know that his so called heir was in reality his brother’s.
But you had to do it in order not to get replace by one of the concubines of your husband.
And even if truly forbidden you had way more intense feelings to Yoongi than your husband, it made you reckless in some ways.
You dreamed often of a day where he would be the king, could call your child his and finally be your bethrothed. But that day would never come .
While your husband was on the battlefield you had to lead the country in the shadows still very much advise from the royal court. And whenever you could you would be with your son.
Yoongi didn’t visit you as often as promised when you two would share the space of your bed during the night. Trying not to get caught got harder and harder with time. Now Yoongi was more and more useful to the kind as his righthand man. Always fighting by his sides , he was more devoted to your country than you.
You would survive only on his promises and the souvenirs of those unbelievable nights with him.
You wish he could stay . You wish you could hold him until the morning comes but you knew better, you two weren’t the young lovebirds you once were younger.
Each time a battle was being prepared and fought your skin hitched at the return of your beloved. Of course you couldn’t show it , so instead to show him your satisfaction when he got home , you would cover your husband of affection as if it was Yoongi.
It was a game you both played with each other stealing glances.
Your husband didn’t quite understand when you had those outburst of character , but put it on the fact that he returned from war. Those few times of affections to him were enough to secure even more your place by his side as the rightful queen.
But now Yoongi was close to his thirties . Which meant that he had to found a wife of his own, something you didn’t took well when proposed by your husband. Yoongi of course didn’t show any signs of reaction.
He was a good uncle to your kid , never overstepping as to not bretray your cover.
His brother had now found him a wife, she was young and naïve , very innocent which was her beauty something rare nowadays.
Where you weren’t , well not anymore . Youd had to be wise and mature to govern the country in the absence of your dear husband and not to see your title taken away by some concubine. If you could you would even fight on the battlefield alongside with your husband and Yoongi, you often dreamed of it. More freedom, to see the world, not to be sentenced to be another breeding wife for an heir. But of course it wasn’t your place. Even if you had ever now and then suggest to your husband the idea. He laughed at you of course. But after a few times of suggesting it after a sexual intercourse he had accepted to keep you distracted to take some classes with your private guard.
You were particularly good at bow and arrows. You actually succeed to outdo your own guard, and now couldn’t bare to sleep without your favorite weapon. Since then you had set up a few courses for young ladies to teach them archery. It took places two times a month and most of your students were ladies not much older than eighteen ready to be married. It was your personal heaven, feeling more like yourself in those few moments of independence, like those young girls. At first all of them had been pretty afraid but soon those “my queen” changed to “ Y/N” at your demand.
You were in for some change on the feminine side. But of course your older weren’t so fond of the idea as were the royal family those few times when you joined them dirty from mud in humble clothes made out of linen similar to those of the “peasants” as the family from your husband called it.
Your husband never took sides. The only friendly face was Yoongi’s . His face dressed in an almost indistinguishable smirk, while those sharp eyes undressed you from the all too covered body, whishing to ravage you right then and there on the table eating you out instead of those superficial dishes.
Your husband was at war as in right now, Yoongi still by his sides.
“My queen…” Your guard Jin had to step up in your class , making most of the young girls whisper in admiration at his sight. Jin was known for his beauty , but as harsh as it is his job required to be devoted to his queen and to stay single not to be unfocused.
So most of the single women of the country had precious doe eyes for him and were swooning over him in fantasies that would never come true.
“Kim SeokJin , what owe me the pleasure of your visit ?” More whispers could be heard and some not so suitable for such young ladies.
“I hate to interrupt, dear queen. But you’re needed to the royal court. I’ve been asked to escort you.”
“Girls! We’ll see each other in two weeks on Sunday as always , please practice more , all of your elbows were too high or too low to properly shoot your arrows. I’ll be leaving now.”
You followed your guard to the royal court in silence letting the dirty mud to dry on your linen dress.
Arriving in the place where needed you watched an all too familiar figure turn around to face you .
“Dear queen look who’s been blessing us with his return from the battlefield!” Said one of the court adviser.
To say you were surprised was an understatement. If Yoongi was there where was you husband ? What was happening ? Why was he here when you knew for sure you were still at war.
“ To what gods do I owe the blessing of having you home so soon?” You talked to the man of you desire. He lifted his right eyebrow surprised by the sudden outburst of affection you would normally shower his brother in.
“We called his highness back to home to see him married to his bethrothed, better late than never!” Said one of the older member of the court.
You gulped down your dry throat being recalled to reality by this harsh news.
“How great…” But your response was drowned into congratulation from the royal court to Yoongi, no one could hear you , no one cared, even Yoongi had a smile splattered on his face and was taking in the massive flow of compliments.
“My queen…”
“Not now Jin” you whispered yelled to your guard , and walked to one of the more hidden garden of the palace.
There was waiting for you your bow and arrows with some targets gathers all around the place for you to shoot. You stayed over there for what felt like hours , shooting as if hitting targets could take his relaxed smile off his face.
Some gravel sounds were heard on your right after some time alone . You instantly picked your bow to shoot from where the could’ve been coming. And right in front of you was Yoongi. Beautiful as ever, his scar showing off in a deep peach making it stand out on his porcelain skin.
“Shooting me before my wedding are we ?”
“If I wanted you dead you’ll already be. “
“Quite narcissistic are we?”
“I have to, if not I wouldn’t be standing where I am.”
“Always so fearless , as you should.”
“Why are you here Yoongi?”
“My soon to be wife, Sun-Hi, asked me to see if a place in your archery class would be available?”
You snort at that. He has to be kidding right ?
“I wouldn’t want your soon to be wife to hurt herself with tools she has no knowledge off.”
“You don’t know about that.”
“I don’t need to know it’s written all over her.”
“Maybe I like it.”
“As you should she’s your fiancée.”
“You and I both know why she is…”
“No actually I don’t . She seems pretty naïve for someone like you.”
“Are you worried about my marital future?”
“I have no care about such useless matter.”
Yoongi dangerously approached his face to yours .
“Do you, now?”
You stayed quiet , you wanted him to kiss you dumb, in that instant you were just like those girls swooning over Jin, instead you were swooning over the black sheep of your country, your first love.
He looked down to your lips taking in your want, he didn’t see you in such a state of want since the last time he let himself get drunk and slip into your room . Years ago now.
“Look at you, glancing at me in such a state of need.”
“Yoongi…”
Suddenly he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.
You tried to get down in vain. Suspiciously Jin was nowhere to be seen.
“Yoongi what if Kim seok-“
“We don’t have much time he is in break with Jungkook.
You arrived at your room and Yoongi threw you on the cover, attacking your neck.
“Yoongi , you can’t mark me what if-“
“Stop let it go. It’s been years, you have make up right ? and if you don’t , don’t you have some turtlenecks?”
“But it’s reckless.”
“We ‘re trapped into loveless marriage and still managed to get a kid together, I could say we’ve been more reckless than this right my queen?”
You did ,and you loved your son as much as you loved Yoongi , the more he grew up the more he was the spitting image of him and it was getting more and more noticeable.
“Y/N do you still want me ? Do you still need me as much as I need you after all those years?”
“Yoongi… please.”
“Please what?” His hands were roaming under your skirt lifting it up , up your legs. Scratching at the flesh . You threw off his shirt not wanting to waste more time apart from his skin.
“What if we did another child huh? Like the breeding slut you are ? Just another daily reminder where you stand with me ?”He bite at the sensible skin of your neck making you shivering at the sensation tiny moans escaping your throat as your skin was becoming over sensible each time his teeth drew into your flesh. He cupped your aching core with his frozen up fingers slightly pulling appart your folds, and resting his middle finger on your bud circling ever so lightly around it .
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“Yoongi .”
He stopped his movements altogether looking up at you.
“No I want you to say what you are and how you want me.”
“God Yoongi, you’re so fucking sinful.”
“Say it you mindless slut.”
“I’m your breeding slut, yours only , and I-ahh” He stood now between your tights giving kitten licks to your needy core, you felt hot all over your body making sparks appear in your stomach.
“I want-No I need your cum inside me , please Yoongi, I can’t wait anymore.”
“I love it when my cumbucket slut is so needy for me , do you have any idea how much time I had to use my hand instead of your sweet pussy to satisfy me ? And the times where I fucked those faceless whores fantasying about you, saying your name instead of theirs ?”
He push inside you without a warning, his pants just a little under his balls letting his erection sprang free for you to see. You moaned long and loud to the sight of his dick disappearing into you. The sight oh so sinful.
“Remember how I promised I’ll mark you up, all those years , to show your incompetent husband who owned you? How would you feel about me marking you up on my wedding night?”
He was restless pounding into you with as much violence as he fought in war pushing all the right buttons to make you shudder around him.
“How about after fucking my useless wife , I come to you and give all the rest of my seed to you instead? You would like that wouldn’t you , my slutty queen?”
He was soon bringing you to your personal heaven forcing his way into your insides with strength , he seemed as reckless as you were to wet him in your juices.
“Imagine my brother seeing his dearest whoring herself to his own brother, seeing you in such a delirious state, Your so needy of my cock I bet if you could walk around undress with my cum dropping from your wet cunt in front of the royal court you wouldn’t hesitate am I right?”
“God your so fucking right Yoongi , I would do anything to show them who breed me so we-well.”
He soon had you crying you and he was led to tears of pleasure hearing his name coming out so loud out of your mouth, and in a last thrust he came painting your pussy in his creamy white once again.
“I pray for you to soon see your husband come back from war not to have to explain yourself about our mess…” He was loudly exhaling in deep inhale his thoughts to you before dressing himself up again . Meeting your eyes with a pained and heavy heart.
And for the first time since years he kissed you , oh so sweetly, like as if he was afraid to hurt you if he touched you for too long.
“Y/N, whatever I do or Say know that my heart belongs to you only.”
“Yoongi I love you.”
He kissed you chastely on the forehead before going his own way leaving you as a mess.
Warnings: smutt, breakup sex, car sex, public sex, fingering, lots of grinding, hair pulling, biting, min yoongi period
Pairing: Exboyfriend!Yoongi x Reader
Summery: You haven't seen your ex Min Yoongi since your breakup two weeks ago. After sneaking into his apartment to grab the last of your things when moving out you decide to take his synth and pawn it to buy concert tickets as revenge. What happens when he catches you in your petty revenge plot?
A/n: So D-2 happened and I cannot thing of anything. like my only thoughts are Min Yoongi. Then Tear came on when I was in the shower and it hit diffrent. So i wrote this in a frenzy at 1am. This is barely edited, and my first time writing smut, but I hope you enjoy it! Hopefully now Min Yoongi will finally let me study.
This is also one of my @btsghostiewritersnet bingo bash entries under the prompt ‘include a plot twist’ I hope you like it!
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You tried not to pant as you stormed down the sidewalk the unbalanced weight of the large cardboard box in your arms making you stop every few steps to knee it higher in your grip. You felt the baby hairs along your hairline frizz and curl in the humidity, and a drop of sweat trailing its way between your boobs.
It has been three weeks since you broke up with Min Yoongi, your boyfriend of four years, and three weeks since you had to completely rearrange your life as you found a new apartment and moved out. And two weeks since you've seen the bastard. That first week fallowing your breakup you crashed on your best friends couch and quickly looked and settled for the first affordable apartment in the area you could find, using Yoongi's card which was still autosaved to your computer, to pay for the down payment and pet deposit for you sweet kitten Ghostie, deciding if he was going to kick you out, he could treat you to the new home.
Your rush to move out led to a sloppy packing job, which then led to a slow unpacking as you struggled to organize all your things in the new studio. That's why it took until now for you to realize you were missing a few important items like your miniature crock pot, your collectors edition Harry Potter series, your tablet charger, and Yoongi's Synthesizer…
His Novation MiniNova Analog Modeling Synthesizer, to be exact. The impressive piece of sound equipment was near $400 when you bought it for him two years ago as a gift. Back when money was a lot tighter in your household before Yoongi made his big break.
It took you so long to put a little bit of money away each paycheck to get it for him, constantly being set back by your car breaking down or the hospital bills from Yoongi breaking his ankle that you missed Christmas and his birthday as an opportunity to give it to him as a gift. So you gave it to him as a 'just because' that May unable to keep the gift a secret until the next holiday. He really did need it at the time.
You'll never forget the way his gummy smile lit up his face when he opened it. How he was darting around the room in a rush to set it up, but also stopping to kiss you in thanks any time you were in touching distance.
You remember the next few nights of sitting on his lap the next few nights playing with the effects and watching him mix his latest track. The memory still warmed your heart more than you would have liked it too.
But now he has a whole studio of equipment much nicer than the stuff at home and doesn't need you or the synthesizer any more.
The break up between the two of you was mutual and, you suppose, unavoidable. Yoongi really was making his big break after he got hired by a new entertainment company as a producer. Now a year later, after helping produce two, soon to be three albums, he got an offer by Big Hit to produce his own mixtape. His dream really.
You were thrilled to see him perform and to see his passion for music alight. It was your passions that brought you together, after all. You both met in art school and started dating your senior year, Yoongi studying music, and you were studying writing. It was the two of you against the world. You both wanted to create things to help people escape their lives and bear the world a bit easier. You both used your art as an escape as well.
And Yoongi was chasing his dream.
You, however, were not. You needed to survive, bills required to be paid, and food needed to be put on the table. You were more than happy to take the job at a publishing firm after graduation, it was a good job, steady and consistent pay.
Of course, you were reading over and editing books, mostly textbooks, and cookbooks, and not writing them. But you could write on the side after work, and give you a novel to your boss once it's finished since you had an in.
At least that's what you told yourself and Min Yoongi when he accused you of giving up your dream.
And he was right. You did give up, work was long and exhausting, it sapped the creativity out of you, and you often came home barely willing to eat dinner and shower before bed, your brain numb.
But you didn't care about your book, because you had a new dream for your future. A dream to watch and listen to Yoongi produce music for the rest of your life. To never see the light leave his eyes like it left yours.
You don't resent him for wanting to break it off when he made it big. The wound that hurt the most was knowing you did it to yourself. Yoogi never asked you to sacrifice a thing for him. You were the one that wanted to. To show your love by helping his every need so that he can do what he loved.
It's ironic that as he got closer and closer to his dream, you got more discontent. He never went to bed at night, always staying up to work on personal projects after staying at the studio to work with the boys long after you got home.
For years you were used to coming home to your boyfriend preparing dinner, you sitting on the countertop as he cooked sharing a glass of wine as well as the highs and lows of your days. But once he started at Big Hit, you were lucky to drink a cup of coffee with him before he was out the door in the morning.
You were both struggling to care for each other in the way you deserved. The bickering was slowly becoming your sole form of communication.
It was when you grew resentful of his success when he told you about the mixtape. Your initial reaction was a tinge of disappointment before your excitement charged its way through you that you realized there was a problem, and you needed to have a talk.
You told him about your feelings, how you felt neglected and unimportant, you felt like you were his roommate, not his lover, and you could see the hurt and shame in his eyes. He said he would try harder, and for a week or two, he did before you both fell back to old routines. And the distance between you grew. You repeated this pattern three times before you finally put your foot down.
You had been through so much and tolerated a lot, but you were tired of feeling like a prop. He had a better relationship with your cat than he did with you. At least sweet Ghostie got cuddles from time to time.
Yoongi put his foot down too and told you music will always be his first love.
You think you saw him flinch at the sound of your heart shattering right afterward, but you can't say for sure.
So now you were taking his synthesizer.
The thought came to you when you saw the price for a Halsey concert and meet and greet. You decided a weekend trip out of town and a concert with the queen of legendary breakups, and your best friend would make the perfect breakup trip.
You decided you could sell the sound machine for a reasonable price online and use the money to buy your ticket. Not to mention Halsey's music was produced by a rival company, so you maximized the full potential of the petty act.
Or so you told yourself. If, by any chance, he decided to chase after you and try to get the sound machine back, you decided having him grovel outside your door would be an equally victorious moment for you.
You planned this great act three days ago.
Min Yoongi, the poor fool didn't realize your calendars were still synced together. You knew tonight he had a big dinner and wouldn't be home, so you waited until tonight to let yourself into your old home to collect the last of your things.
You waited until he was well into the event to make the 15-minute trek to your old apartment to get your things.
You hated that you couldn't get an apartment a little further from him, but he already took so much from you, you couldn't lose that extra 15 minutes of sleeping-in you earn from living in walking distance from your work. It was worth the risk of seeing him in the coffee shop from time to time as your memories of him collect dust over time.
However, now that you were making the walk back with the box in your arms, your annoyed that you don't live a little closer.
You could feel the sweat drip down your temple, and you worried about getting a makeup stain if it dripped onto your white tee shirt. You hated that you put on makeup for this. Not much just a tinted moisturizer, a little blush, your brows, and some waterproof mascara.
You wouldn't give Min Yoongi the satisfaction of seeing you as a wreck if he were to come home early and catch you on your move. But you tried not to look like you were trying. A task that took way more effort than it should.
You put on 3 different outfits before you settled on a pair of black leggings, the ones that make your ass look good, and a plain white tee shirt that you tie into a knot at your stomach to show a tasteful amount of midriff (and your ass).
You were just cursing yourself for wearing your thick Fila Sneakers for fashion and not comfort when you became aware of the car coming to a slow beside you. You recognized the vehicle and how it purred before you even had time to fear for your safety.
"Y/N! Give me my synth back".
You smiled to yourself as the car rolled next to you, Yoogi looked at you through the rolled down tinted window exasperated.
"Last time I checked, I bought it."
"Very funny now, stop playing games and get in the car," he sighed as he came to a stop. You kept walking, pushing the box up in your arms with your knee as you tried to quicken the pace.
You heard a car door slam along with a mutter of curses.
"Y/n" he caught up to you quickly and stood in front of you. You tried to keep you balanced on the edge of the sidewalk as you maneuver around him, and he grabbed the box in front of him, effectively holding you still.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked.
You blinked at him innocently, trying to contain your smile as you said, "I'm just picking up the last of my stuff Yoongi. Then I'm out of your hair."
He rolled his eye "Why do you want the synth?" he asked, deciding to humor you.
There was a mischievous glint in your eye that he both dreaded and adored. And Yoongi wondered if you missed him as much as he missed you.
"Maybe I wanted to get started on my breakup diss track," you offered. Letting go of the box that was digging into your arms and allowing him to bear the full weight.
He grunted in surprise as he fumbled to keep the box balanced, more importantly, to keep his precious synth from toppling out.
You swayed your hips as you made your way to the car, letting yourself into the passenger seat. And you knew by the hesitation in his steps he was watching as you did so. Maybe you wouldn't get to pawn his toy tonight, but maybe toying with him a little would be a much better trade.
Yoongi settled the box in the back seat, even going as far as to buckle it in so it wouldn't slide, before settling back behind the steering wheel.
"That thing is heavy as fuck I have no idea how you made it this far," Yoogi commented as he pulled back in the street.
"When did your dinner end?" you asked genuinely curious how long it took for him to find you so quickly.
"I got home about 20 minutes ago," he responded. It was then that you took in his appearance and saw he was in his all-black suit, the blazer clinging to his arms and the pants hugging his thighs in a way that always made you drool.
"Damn, didn't even want to change before you went in the studio, someone must be inspired," you said teasingly.
"Not at all actually," he grumbled, "I smelled your perfume when I walked in the door and noticed the mail was missing off the counter; I did a quick sweep to see what all you grabbed," he explained.
"Jesus Yoongi, you expected me to rob you?" you asked, embarrassed that you might have been predictable. Maybe your little scheme was pathetic.
He snorted, "No, you surprised me with that actually, I checked to see if you remembered your book," he said gesturing to the consul where a familiar blue hard drive sat.
You felt a flood emotion when you saw it, "I haven't worked on it in months," you murmured as you picked up the compact box that held your long-forgotten dreams.
"Yeah, and I figured you never would again if it sat to collect dust in my studio."
You both sat in silence for a while, the unspoken words between you were too loud to let any other sound in the small car. Until Yoongi finally broke the silence, "You lost weight, have you been eating okay?"
You scoffed as you quickly reinforced any weaknesses in the wall you've built these past three weeks, "Don't do this Yoongi," you sighed.
"What? I'm worried about you, is that not allowed?" he asked defensively.
"No, it's not," he said stubbornly. You were acting childish, you knew, but did he not realize how hard he was making it for you. Showing up dressed like that and acting as if he cared only rubbed salt in the wound.
You fiddled with the white tee shirt you oh so carefully picked out to look the perfect amount of comfortable and put together in case he saw you.
You realized after a moment it was actually his. One you had stolen so long ago that you assumed it was yours when you were packing. Was there any part of you he hadn't left his mark on?
"Y/n, I'm never going to stop caring about you. I can't just turn my feelings off like that," he pleaded.
"Funny, because I thought you could never turn them on three weeks ago," you shot back. He sighed in frustration. And you realized now you were the difficult one. You suppose you had always been.
With a sigh, you swallowed your pride and looked at him, "How's the mixtape going?" You asked genuinely curious if he was doing better now that you weren't there to distract him.
"Terrible," he grunted. "I can't record anything in a way that I like. I have near 5 versions of every verse and sound and nothing to do with it. And no one to run it by now that you're gone." he grumbled.
"I thought your newfound freedom would be your muse," you teased, and strangely you found your heart was light. It was too easy to fall into this dynamic with him again.
He took his eyes off the road to look at you as he said, "You've always been my muse, Y/N."
Danger. Danger. Your brain began to scream.
"No, I haven't Yoongi, I've always been your constant. There's a difference." you corrected, and you surprised yourself with the strength in your voice. You realized it was true too.
Maybe you were both the comfort the other never had. The feeling of safety of home. But you were both artists, and perhaps that comfort was holding you both back. As the car ride continued in silence, you dwelled on your revelation.
You thought of everything you gave up for him. How you changed yourself because you wanted the best for him. But maybe you let yourself give too much away. You knew the bitter resentment that had been planted in your heart was one you could never prune or weed out.
Maybe you needed this breakup more than him. The only reason it was hurting so much is because you lost yourself completely.
You looked down at the hard drive in your hand, thinking of where you left off in your book. A crossroad you knew both endings too, but couldn't decide which path to send your protagonist down. You couldn't bear the thought of backtracking and starting over if your initial choice didn't go well.
Maybe this was your crossroad.
Yoongi sighed as he pulled into your buildings parking garage parking in the far corner to buy his time with you, "Y/N I know I said I needed a break but-"
"Don't," you cut him off, unable to hear him out. You needed to walk away from tonight.
"Please," he said softly, and you felt your heartache as the headlights of a passing car illuminated his face and the way he looked at you with longing.
"Please baby, I need you," your heart twinged at the pet name as he reached for your hand and brought you knuckles to his lips. “I love you,” he murmured aginst your fingers the softness he spoke to you with was a tone you hadn't heard from him in months. And it made your heart pound as he pulled you closer to him and connected with your lips. "Please, baby," he whispered into the kiss.
You felt a lump in your throat as you broke away, "Yoongi, you were right I'm not myself I need time to-"
"That's not true," he argued back as he ran his lips down your neck, pausing in the juncture that made your body alight.
He was confident you felt the same way, that you missed him as much as he missed you. Yoongi just needed to remind you how good you feel when you're together.
You struggled to stand your ground as you felt heat flood through you when he nipped at your throat.
"It is," you breathed, body betraying you as you arched your neck to give him better access as he suckled purple into the skin. You were faintly aware of the sound of a car door slamming shut nearby, and you prayed your neighbors didn't see you making out with your ex like a lovesick teen.
"We can't do this is only going to make it harder,"
"I'm already hard," he growled in a way that made you shiver in delight. He broke away from your neck and looked at you, his eyes so blown out they were black. He was beyond words. His need for you too strong.
You felt heat flow through your core as he looked at you in a way that he hadn't for months. In the way, you thought he would never see you again.
"Baby, we don't have to talk if you don't want to talk," he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with such tenderness, before brushing his long fingers through your hair and settling comfortably at the back of your neck. Not pulling your hair, but you both knew he could if you asked.
And you understood the offer. This could be a second chance or a goodbye, but you were both horny and desperate and needed the comfort of the other.
This was a bad idea, a terrible idea. But maybe you could live to see your world burn for one night. You could give into your desire and leave the future you to deal with the consequences. Maybe with a bottle of wine and Halsey's entire discography.
You sealed your fate as you leaned in to the kiss. Promising your self, you wouldn't take him upstairs to your new apartment, to the one part of your life that wasn't covered in him.
The kiss wasn't heartwarmingly soft and tender like the first one. It was hungry and demanding. You both moaned as you fought for dominance, surprising Yoongi as you licked into his mouth. His hand in your hair tightened its grip in response the other wondering the length of your body.
"I need to see you beautiful," his voice was breathless and husky, and you faltered for a second as you watched for any movement in the garage. Wondering how close someone would have to be to peak into the tinted windows on Yoongi's car.
Once you confirmed the coast was clear, you looked back at him and met the hunger in his gaze. It was easy to comply as you slipped his shirt over your head and crawled into his lap. Yoongi moaned as you revealed you were braless and fiddled with the levers to lay his seatback.
Telling himself this would be the only time in his life he would be thankful his car horn was broken as he pushed you against the steering wheel to kiss up from your navel to the valley between your breasts.
Your nipples pebbled, and you sighed, your hands tangling in his hair and giving a soft tug at the root as he took one nipple into the heat of mouth and swirled his tongue around it teasingly. You arched into him as he bit it harshly before licking away the small hurt. Trailing his mouth to your other breast, detouring first to nip at the sensitive skin underneath it in a way that he knew drove you wild.
His mouth latched on to your left nipple, and his fingers came up to tweak the right, giving it what was almost a painful twist.
Your hips moved of their own accord as you moaned. You were a picture Yoongi would never get out of his mind as you sat on top of him back arched. Your breasts were on full display mouth agape with your eye closed and turned to the sky as you ground on his lap needily.
But the picture wasn't enough, the position you were in made him only feel the pressure of you grinding on him on the upstroke of your hips. He needed to feel you fully wrapped around his hardness, but he needed you ready first.
"Baby, I need you to slip off your leggings. Can you do that for me?" he asked, looking up at your between your breast. His asking anything of you during sex was a new concept. Yoongi was one to give orders. And you smiled down at him as you continued to grind teasingly on his lap.
He waited patiently, knowing he was in no position to tell you what to do, his only tell was his the feeling of his hands twitching where they rested on your waist, and you took your time going as far as groaning lewdly before getting bored and realizing you needed more as well.
So with a sigh, you shifted back into your seat, working your compression leggings down to mid-calf. Your panties had gotten so wet that they had initially stuck to you, and you had to go back and pull them down after your leggings before clumsily rolling back onto his lap with all the grace of an elephant.
He chuckled at your struggle before his hands found your hips and settled you back on top of him. You gasped as he guided you to grind yourself down on his slacks, your slick making a mess of the dark fabric. He smiled down as he watched your hips move in a near fluid motion and felt the wetness seeping through the fabric and onto his leg.
Yoogi wanted nothing more than to sheath himself into you right then, but he needed you to enjoy it too. Needed to express how much he cared for you, even if you wouldn't let him speak.
He leaned up to kiss you, biting your bottom lip teasingly and chuckling as you bit him back.
You were so enthralled with the dance of your tongues and the pleasure from the friction of his pants that you couldn't hold back your whine as Yoongi held your hips to stop you.
"Let me take care of you," he said softly into your kiss as his nimble fingers worked its way up the juncture between your thighs.
You looked down in the dim lighting of the car, watching the way his pale and veiny hand rubbed up and down your slit. You hummed in pleasure.
There were few things you liked watching more than Yoongi's fingers playing the piano, but one of them was working you until you came undone. When he was done spreading your wetness along your lips, he darted straight for your clit, pressing into it with his thumb and rubbing it in tight circles.
A moan escaped you that sounded like a mix of pleasure and a cry for help. That was so loud that you and Yoongi both froze for a moment, remembering you weren't in the privacy of your bedroom. He continued to roll your clit teasingly as he strained his neck to check his mirrors and make sure no one was nearby.
You grasped his shoulders to center yourself and looked down to watch as he inserted two fingers into you from the get-go. A groan left you as he stretched you out. Despite only being apart for three weeks, you hadn't had sex in nearly two months.
Yoongi felt his cock twitch in his pants when he felt your tightness, quickly scissoring his two fingers to work you open to get you ready for him. You needed to be comfortable taking three before you could ride him comfortably.
You were panting as you ground down into his hand, his wrist snapping at an angle that pressed against the spongy spot inside you that he knew made you come undone. Yoongi knew your body like the back of his hand, and in minutes you were whimpering and ready to unravel as he worked a third finger into you.
"Yoongi I'm gonna-"
"Not yet, baby, I need you to cum on my cock," he cooed to you. You looked up from where his hand worked you apart and saw that he had been watching your face this whole time savoring as you came undone.
"Please?" you forced yourself to ask, looking at him doe-eyed and pleading as the chord in you stomach tightened, he smiled as he pressed his thumb to your clit, loving how needy you get when you're close.
"Not just yet, you can wait, c'mon you can be good for me," he prompted as he snapped his wrist with more vigor.
Yoongi watched your expression change. Your eyes harden as his teasing words hit a nerve breaking you from the haze of your lust. You were tired of waiting, tired of giving. You were ready to take.
You reached down and grabbed his wrist, stopping his movements. He looked at you baffled but didn't fight as you lift your hips off him, hovering over his lap.
"Un-do your pants," you order.
"What?" Yoongi asked, still confused.
"Get out your cock, so I can fuck you," you explained slowly, Yoongi's eyes widened at your language. You weren't shy about dirty talk in the bedroom, but Yoongi did most of the talking.
Yoongi kept his eyes on you as he reached down and fumbled for his belt slipping and off and tossing it carelessly in the back seat. You smirked down at him as he undid his button and zipper and worked his pants and boxers down his thighs.
You leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, "Your so good for me," you mocked with a saccharine smile.
"Y/n" Yoongi started but was cut short as you wrapped your hand around his velvet girth, giving it a squeeze before pressing your thumb to his slit. Yoongi hisses as gathered his precum before working his way down.
“Your so wet babe, you might've been enjoying that as much as I had," you teased as you worked his length until it was fully erect.
Yoongi could only let out a low moan as he leaned back against the driver's seat and accepted the pleasure you were giving him.
You pressed his length down and shuffled further up his lap, and Yoongi moaned as he felt his cock rub against your dripping heat. You continued to grind on him mercilessly, one hand reaching up to tweak your breast as you began growing frantic to chase your own release.
"Y/n, if you keep it up, I'm going to cum like this," Yoongi warned as he watched you rutted aginst him using him to chase your release.
"Me too," was your breathy reply as you squeezed your eyes shut, the knot in your stomach tightening. Yoongi asked you to cum on his cock, and you sure as hell was going to give it to him.
You reached down and gripped his length, angling it to press the head of him against your clit, and you cried out as that cord was pulled taught snapped, sending your tumbling over the edge.
You screamed as your fingers curled into Yoongi's shoulder almost painfully and continued to rock against him slowly as you rode your orgasm through.
Yoongi held his hand on your hips to steady you as you sat back on your haunches to catch your breath. His cock throbbed painfully as he waited for you to recover so he could fuck into you like he so desperately needed.
"Did you get what you wanted," he huffed with a laugh as he connected the dots and discovered your bratty little loophole.
When you opened your eyes, they were cleared of that lust-filled haze and looked almost remorseful as you shifted to sit back in the passenger's seat. "No, but I did what I needed." You sighed as you pulled your leggings shuffling to work them up your thighs. Your cheeks began to flush as the heat of the moment left you, and you were quick to pull on your shirt as you remembered you exposed yourself in such a public setting.
Yoongi blinked confused as he watches you dress "What are you-,"
"I'm done Yoongi," you cut him off, stealing your expression as you looked at him. "You may love me, but it will never be in the way that either of us needs you to."
Yoongi watched your dick out, and jaw dropped as you finished dressing and reached down to grab your hard drive.
"You're really going to end it like that," he demanded as you opened the door. He quickly shuffled, remembering his predicament and worked his deflating hard-on into his slacks, securing them before stepping out the car to follow you.
"Y/N wait," he said as he watched you shuffle the box in your hands.
"I need you, please," he begged, and you turned to give him one last look. He didn't deserve the coldness you treated him with. But neither of you were going to let go if you didn't hurt him a little.
"Y/n, I love you. I want a future with you." he continued, opening the passenger door as if you would get back in the car.
You let out a startled laugh, "You want to finish your mixtape, not take care of me," you corrected. You watched as he riffled through the passenger seat compartment.
"That's not true," he called over his shoulder, looking for what he wanted.
"Yoongi, I swear to god if you made me a mixtape i will-" you cut yourself short as you watched him pull a black velvet box and drop to one knee.
"I didn't want to ask you like this y/n, I know I know I hurt you, but I wish I could take it all back.
You let the box drop from your arms in shock, and Yoongi winced as he watched his synth fall out and smack onto the ground. But he didn't falter, "I wanted to take a break, I wanted to finish my mixtape, so I could get it right when I asked you. I didn't want to repeat the same pattern. I was going to take a break so we could get married, and we could figure things out," he explained in a rush as he opened the black velvet box revealing a brilliant diamond in your dream setting.
You blinked rapidly to clear your mind, making yourself look away from the diamond and to his face, "Do you hear yourself?" you asked in disbelief. "You don't want to fix the problem, you want me out the way, and then you want me to come back when the timing’s right. To be your what ? Your trophy wife?" you accused.
Yoongi licked his lips, pushing to stand as you reached down for your box of things. Leaving his synth abandoned on the ground.
"If I'm your muse," you started with a bitter smile lifting the box in your arms and turning to walk away, "Then I'm sure it will be one hell of a breakup track." You didn't look back over your shoulder as you made your way to the elevator.
But you listened to the slight scrape of plastic as Yoongi picked up his synth and packed into his car, confirming his choice as he got back in the driver's seat and started the engine.
Three months had passed when your best friend sent you the link to the Spotify song. You had been expecting it. You heard Big Hit make the announcement a few days earlier. That three of their most famous rappers, including the up and coming August D had collabed on a track that would be dropped at the end of the week. When you didn't hear a diss track or breakup song on August D after its release a month prior, you figured this would be where you got hit.
You minimized your email from your editor about the final draft of your book. They continued to critique the scene where the love interest has sex in a parked carriage. Claiming it was too ‘scandalous’ for the setting, and you reached for your tea as you pressed play on the track, smiling at yourself as you listened to the rythmic beat to the opening of Tear.
A/N: If you haven’t read the translation to Yoongi’s verse in Outro Tear give it a look it’s pretty gr8. Thanks for reading!
Description: You dye your hair with the boys before their upcoming comeback.
Requested By: Anonymous
Word Count: 547
Genre: Fluff
WARNINGS: Cursing, minor confidence issues
Energy buzzed through the air, well dressed women running around and yelling at the top of their lungs. The room smelled of powder and hair bleach, all preparation for the comeback. Yoongi sighed, watching the pretty woman, his girlfriend, rinse the bleach from his hair. He watched as her eyes lit up in excitement, pouring the bright purple dye onto his hair.
“You know, it's not fair.”You looked up from his hair, your hands massaging the colour into his roots.
“What d’ya mean?” He chuckled at your confusion, leaning back into your hands.
The information surprised him, he always thought (Y/n) was super confident. You noticed his look of shock and shook your head, sighing.
“You're always putting a new colour in my hair, and I don't think I've ever seen you with anything but (H/c)!” You laughed lightly as your eyes met his in the mirror, “I've never had the confidence to make a big change like that.”
“Fake it till you make it sweetheart!”
“Oh come on!” It had been a week you had told Yoongi about your confidence issues. He had been trying to convince you to dye your hair since.
“Come on, Jagiya! Go crazy!” You gave him a look from your place behind the steering wheel, before continuing on the way to the dance studio.
“Look Yoongi! Even if I wanted to dye my hair, which I DON’T! I don't have time! I'm too busy driving you around from one practice to another!” He pouted at the teasing tone in your voice, “Fine I'll take an uber!” You scoffed.
“Ok I won't, but come on! There isn't one colour you'd really love to try?” You paused as you pulled into the parking lot, shifting the car into park.
“Well, I have always really liked pink…”
That night, after you dropped Yoongi off at the dorm, you drove halfway across town to a hair salon. The atmosphere was calm, despite your nerves. You felt yourself relax as you approached the front desk, smiling when the secretary glanced up at you.
“Hello! What can we help you with today?”
You paused, maybe you should have made an appointment?
“Uhm, yeah hi! I was wondering if you had anyone available to dye my hair tonight?” The woman smiled, clapping her hands and calling for someone.
“Cammi! I've got a customer for you!” A tall woman, no older than 19 emerged from the back room. She beamed as she lead you towards a chair.
“What colour were you wanting?” She sounded absolutely ecstatic.
“Pink, a pastel, pink please…”
“Dammit, you look so fucking soft!”
You breathed deeply, trying to calm your erratic heart beat. You loved your new hair, but would the boys? You huffed angrily at yourself as you hopped out of the car, it didn't fucking matter what they thought! You tossed your purse over your shoulder, making your way into work.
“OH MY GOD!” Yoongi ran towards you, immediately running his hands through your hair. “You actually fucking did it, fuck this is awesome!” You were pretty sure you had never seen Yoongi so excited before. He grasped your face and looked into your eyes, placing a soft peck on your lips. He sighed, suddenly beginning to pepper you face in kisses.
Description: You and Yoongi have been in a relationship for about a year. Now all of you are heading to America for an award show. The only problem, you relationship isn't public. To the public you're just a makeup artist, a good acquaintance. What happens when the boys are interviewed, and Suga is asked about his love life? A little slip of the tongue can cause a lot of suspicion…
Requested By: Anon
Genre: Fluff, kind of angsty?
Warnings: Public Interference, cursing
Word Count: 791
He huffed as he plopped down into the plane seat beside his girlfriend. He watched as she pulled out her laptop, typing an email to some superior somewhere. He could just make out small smudges of multi-coloured powder all over the sleek, black device. She really shouldn't store her laptop with the makeup.
You see his girlfriend was a makeup artist, and not just any makeup artist, his makeup artist. He was surprised how anonymous she had remained up to this point, being the head esthetician for BTS was bound to come with some attention.
Right now they were flying overseas, all the way to America. They had an award show to attend, and unfortunately, an interview. Yoongi hated interviews, always so nosey and rude, would those people want to be answering such questions?
He watched as his girlfriend, (Y/n) gripped her arm rest. Her face becoming queasy as the plane began to take off. He looked around discreetly, making sure that nobody was paying attention, before reaching over and gripping her hand. She relaxed against his touch, turning and smiling up at him. God, he loved her smile.
He grunted as a hefty bout of turbulence jostled him around, (Y/n) giggling in the seat next to him. This was going to be a long ass flight.
She sighed as Yoongi scrunched up his face for the millionth time, trying to get away from her powder brush. Her boyfriend was so fucking stubborn.
“Hold still, damnit! You need to be matte for the interview!” Yoongi huffed, relaxing back into the chair.
“Maybe I wanted to go for a dewy look!” She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, clicking her tongue as she tapped a brush out over the table.
“Me and you both know you'd look terrible like that.”
“Hey!”
The audience screamed as they walked onto the stage for the interview. Yoongi resisted the urge to throw himself onto the couch and sat down politely. Oh, how he just wanted a nap. The woman in front of them greeted them in English, causing Yoongi to sigh. Great, another interview where he wouldn't be confident in what he was saying.
Yoongi stared forward with pursed lips, zoning out for for large portion of the interview. Suddenly Jin flicked him hard on the shoulder.
“Eh?” he exclaimed loudly, annoyed at being disturbed from his mindless fog. Jin pointed forward with a tight lipped smile, causing Yoongi to realize he had just been asked a question.
“Oh, eh, sorry…” Yoongi mumbled shyly in English, causing the woman to chuckle.
“No problem! I just had to know! Does THE August D, have a girlfriend? I bet the ladies are all over you!” Yoongi tensed at the question, causing the woman to raise an eyebrow. He huffed, who did this bitch think she is? Asking such personal questions?
“Um..” Yoongi began in English, looking for the right words.
“No, no girlfriend.”
The woman pouted in what Yoongi assumed she thought was a cute manner, but really just looked odd.
“Aw come on! No cute girl waiting for you at home?” Yoongi smiled slightly at the thought of you, sighing dreamily at the thought of your lips against his-.
“Oooh! What's this? Mr. Min might not have a Mrs, but he wants to!” Yoongi smiled tensely, laughing along with the others.
He had fucked up.
“Yoongs! You did so good!” He smiled at the sound of (Y/n)’s voice, rushing into her arms. He squeezed her tightly, picking her up and spinning her in the air. She wrapped her legs around his waist, giggling. He pulled her down to him, crushing her lips against his, smiling. He saw a flash out of the corner of his eye, and pulled away, glancing towards the source. He saw a member of the building's staff hurrying off, he shrugged it off.
It was probably nothing.
It wasn't nothing.
Yoongi’s jaw clenched as he stared down at his phone. There, on a stupid fuckin gossip page, was the picture of him and (Y/n). Admittedly it was a nice photo, but that wasn't the point. Why couldn't they just let him take his time? There really wasn't any reason for them to know! It's not like they were getting married, like he was planning on spending the rest of his life with her!
Yoongi paused at the thought, what a nice thought it was. They could buy a nice little apartment together in Seoul. He'd wake up next to her every morning, before going to work and seeing the guys. He looked back down at the picture and smiled. He double tapped the picture, before tossing his phone down onto the bed.
