#bts ot7

[satoruplanero]

finally able to work on this again<3 SOPEEEEEEEEEEE

[writtenbyjm]

260715 — BTS World Tour ‘ARIRANG’ In Munich

[writtenbyjm]

260717 — BTS World Tour ‘ARIRANG’ | Paris D-1

[bambiyoonz]

Hi Bambi ! 🌸

I absolutely fell in love with your writing and your last stories ! Do you have any Yoongi fics in the works ? 👀

If you're accepting requests, I was thinking about something like YN receives a gift from an admirer/ex/colleague and he get jealous when YN accepts it even if he understands she means no harm

And/or YN calls him dude/bro for fun and he's not happy to say the least 😏🙈

Can't wait to read your next work !!

That's Mine

Summary: After coming back from work, you find your boyfriend, Yoongi, visibly jealous over a gift from a colleague.

Pairing: yoongi x f!reader

Genre: established relationship

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, male receiving oral, fingering, slight tit play, ass slapping, creampie, dirty talk, multiple orgasms

wc: 4.5k

A/N: Thank you so much for the compliment and for the req! I actually do have a Yoongi fic in the works hehe <3 I hope you enjoy! 🤍

By the time you unlocked the door to your shared apartment, the autumn chill had seeped deep into your bones, settling on your skin in the form of goosebumps. You were exhausted, your mind still focused on all of the paperwork and spreadsheets from today.

You stepped inside, expecting the usual comfort of home. Instead, it was strangely quiet. As you closed the door, a shadow emerged from the hallway.

Tangie wrapped himself around your ankles with a low, welcoming purr, his green eyes blinking slowly up at you. You scooped him up, his weight a familiar comfort, and he immediately began kneading his paws into your sweater.

Yoongi was standing in the kitchen. He wasn't working on his music; he wasn't sitting at the piano or playing his guitar. He was just standing there, his phone lying aside on the kitchen island as if he’d dropped it in frustration.

Your eyes drifted to the dining table. There was a small, elegant box wrapped in thick paper, tied with a simple bow. A neat, handwritten tag was tucked into the knot: For your hard work on the project – Seojun.

The sight of it sent a shiver of unease down your spine, not because of what it was, but rather who it came from.

"You're home," Yoongi said. His voice was calm, but it was the kind of calm that made you nervous. He didn't turn around immediately, his fingers tapping a rhythm against the edge of the counter.

"Yeah," you murmured. Putting Tangie down on the ground, you shrugged off your coat, laying it down on a chair. "Long day. The team finally finished preparing the company’s year-end financial statements."

"I see," Yoongi replied, finally turning. His expression was difficult to read, though the tightness around his eyes betrayed him. He gestured toward the box on the table with a flick of his chin. "Seojun brought that by?"

You walked toward him, nodding your head as you glanced at the box again. "He did. It’s just a plant, Yoongi. It was a group gesture, he got something small for everyone on the team who put in the overtime hours this week. It’s professional courtesy."

Yoongi’s chest tightened. He walked away from the counter, his pacing restless as he circled the living area. "I know what it is. I’m not dense. I know it’s just a plant, and I know it’s 'professional courtesy.'"

"Then why does it look like you're ready to burn it?" you asked gently, though the question hung in the air.

He stopped, running a hand through his hair, tugging at the black ends before letting it fall back into place. "Because I don't like it," he admitted, his tone turning rather vulnerable."I don't like another man entering this space, even in the form of a gift. I don't like the idea of him thinking about what to get you, even if it's for 'hard work.' It feels like… a breach of territory. And I hate that I feel this way because I trust you. I trust you completely."

You didn't offer a defence or an excuse. You didn't tell him he was being crazy, because you completely understood what he was saying. After being with Yoongi for four years, you’ve definitely had your fair share of jealousy issues.

You saw the flicker of shame behind his eyes, the way he hated being the kind of man who felt threatened by a potted plant.

You crossed the floor and stepped into his personal space, reaching up to rest your palms flat against his chest. Under the thin fabric of his shirt, you felt the thud of his heart, and how warm his skin was.

"Yoongi," you whispered, looking up until your eyes locked with his. "You are the centre of my world. When I walk through that door, the day ends. Whatever happens at the office, whoever says what, it’s all just background noise. You’re the one I come home to. You’re the only one I want."

The tension in his shoulders didn't leave instantly, but you felt him soften, the stressed lines of his face beginning to leave. He let out a long exhale, his hands coming up to grip your waist; this was always his way of calming himself down.

"I’m being ridiculous," he muttered into your hair, his forehead resting against yours. "I know I am. It's just… you’re everything to me. Sometimes, it’s hard to share the reality of you with the rest of the world."

"You don't have to share me," you said, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his jawline. "I’m yours. Let’s leave that box where it is and forget it exists."

You guided him toward the living room, coaxing him down onto the cushions of the sofa. He sank into them, until his head found the comfortable spot of your lap.

You began to play with his dark hair; your fingers traced his scalp, a form of reassurance. You told him about your day, not about the reports or the boring stuff, but the small, funny things: the stuff Jungkook sent to you on Instagram, the absurdity of the office gossip, or how your boss was annoying you.

Yoongi stayed silent, his eyes closed, soaking in the sound of your voice. He needed this, the surrender to the moment, the weight of your presence.

The silence that had settled over the living room was peaceful, but you could still feel Yoongi’s earlier distress in the way he kept his hand firmly gripped to your hip. Even as he drifted toward sleep, his brow remained ever so slightly furrowed, a tell to the exhausting day he’d had, both mentally and emotionally.

You gently nudged him awake. "Yoongi," you murmured, brushing your thumb over his temple. "Let's go shower. You’re so tense, it’s making my shoulders ache just looking at you."

He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the light. He looked at you with a mixture of sleepiness and that quiet vulnerability that always made you want to smother him with kisses. "I'm okay," he started, though he lacked conviction.

"I know you are," you said, standing up and pulling him gently by the hands until he stood, swaying slightly as he shook off the tiredness. "But I want to help you wash the day off.”

He didn't argue. He rarely did when you were this firm in your affection.

The bathroom was warm, the steam from the shower beginning to fog the mirrors. You helped him strip off his sweater and jeans, your movements unhurried. You kept your touch constant, a gentle reminder to stop him from overthinking about earlier.

Once the water was hot, you stepped into the shower together. The shower was big enough to fit both of you, but you always liked being in his personal space. 

You turned him around so his back was to the showerhead, the water cascading over his shoulders, and you reached for the soap.

"Turn around for me," you whispered.

He complied, his movements sluggish but willing. As you began to work the soap over his skin, his eyes drifted shut. The steam filled the space, making the shower feel more intimate.

You focused on his neck and shoulders, working out the knots of tension he carried there. It was the manifestation of his stress, his ambitions, and his occasional insecurities. Under your palms, you could feel his muscles begin to become looser. 

"You're okay," you hummed, your voice barely audible over the rush of the water. "Right now, it’s just us."

Yoongi let out a sigh, and turned around to face you again. He reached up, his wet hands finding your waist and pulling you flush against his front, burying his face into the side of your neck. He stood there, letting the hot water wash over both of you, soaking into his hair.

He didn't even say anything, he just held you. As you placed your cheek against his chest, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. You knew that the gift had no bad intentions, but even the thought of making Yoongi stressed or sad was enough to chip at your heart.

His eyes were clear, the stress gone and replaced by a relaxed look. He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his lips brushing yours in a wet kiss. "Better?" you asked against his lips.

Yoongi let out a soft chuckle, the first real sound of laughter you’d heard from him all evening. He pulled you closer, his hands sliding down to rest securely on your lower back. "Much better," he replied, "I don't know why I let myself get so worked up."

"Because you care,” you said softly, brushing the hair away from his face.

"Yeah," he admitted. "I care way too much. But I’m here, and you’re here. That’s all I need."

You couldn’t help the big smile that formed on your face. He always had a way with words, that was the first thing you noticed that made you fall in love with him years ago.

“I’m glad I could help.” you softly said, pulling him in by his jaw to kiss him once again. Even though this shower was just about helping him relax, your mind started drifting into… dirtier places. How could you contain yourself when your boyfriend was standing naked and dripping wet for you?

He kissed you with just as much warmth, his hands sliding up from your waist to your face, holding you close to his body. A low hum rumbled through his throat.

“Maybe,” you started, pulling away just a few inches from his lips to speak, “I can help you in… other ways too?” Sliding your hand down his body, passing his abdomen, you inched it toward his cock.

A deep breath escaped from his mouth, his eyes looking down to see where you had placed them. It was always embarrassing for him to see how easily you could get him rock hard. “If that’s what you want, I won’t stop you,” he whispered, his tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip. 

Smirking, you took his rigid length in your hand, stroking it up and down. A bead of pre-cum was already there on the tip, making you lick your lips.

As you got down on your knees, you leaned forward until your tongue traced the sensitive, wet tip of his cock. The salty taste sent a jolt of electricity through you. 

Yoongi’s fingers tangled roughly into your hair, gripping just hard enough to tilt your head back as he watched you. "You’re going to be the death of me," he groaned. "I swear, you have no idea what you do to me."

You didn't answer with words; instead, you swirled your tongue around the head before taking him into your mouth, your throat working with precision. His hips jerked forward, his hands tightening in your hair as he forced his fingers through the strands, pulling you closer, demanding more.

"God, baby... keep going," he breathed out, his head falling against the cool, wet tiles behind him.

You could feel the pulsing of his cock against your tongue, and you made sure to keep taking your time as you sucked him fully.

Picking up the pace, your hand slid firmly up and down the length of his cock, catching your spit as it dripped down, and rubbing it into his skin as you went. Yoongi let out a cry, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the ledge of the shower to keep himself upright. 

“Shit, Y/N, I’m gonna come— I’m gonna come down your throat.” He chanted, his eyes closed as he gripped your hair, his cum shooting down your mouth. You swallowed it entirely, giving him another stroke before standing back up.

Grabbing his face, you shove your lips onto his, slithering your tongue into his mouth. His hands find their place on your ass, squeezing it before striking his palm down.

“Let’s get out before the water gets cold,” you said, pulling away to look at his flushed face. His cheeks were the softest shade of pink you’d ever seen; it made you want to kiss him everywhere.

He nodded, shifting his body to turn the shower handle, shutting the water off. You opened the door, cold air hitting your skin as you shivered. Instantly, you grabbed a towel and wrapped it around yourself.

Yoongi didn't reach for a towel right away. Instead, he watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, the water still dripping from his hair and tracing lines down his chest and abs. He looked wrecked in the best way possible, his breathing still hitching.

As you moved to dry off, he stepped out of the shower, his movement still sluggish. He didn't bother with his own towel yet. He just stood there, letting the cool air bite at his skin, his entire focus fixed on the way you were wrapped in the fabric.

"You're not getting away that easily," he muttered, his voice stripped of its usual composed tone.

You looked at him over your shoulder, giving him a smirk as your eyes ogled his body. Everything was on full display, which didn’t help the arousal between your legs. “I know, I’m just waiting for you to do something about it.”

Before he could say anything, you walked out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom, barely giving him a glance. The sound of your bare feet hitting the hardwood floor of the bedroom felt loud in the silence that followed. 

You reached your room, the air cooling your damp skin. You didn't wait for him to catch up; you simply dried up with the towel, disposing it onto the floor, then sank into your bed.

A moment later, the bedroom door creaked open. Yoongi stood in the frame, a towel loosely tied around his waist, showing off his upper body. He hadn't bothered drying his hair properly; dark, wet strands clung to his forehead, and his eyes were tracking your every move.

He didn't speak. He just stepped inside, the floorboards groaning under his weight, and kicked the door shut behind him with his heel. He didn't head for the closet for pajamas; his gaze remained locked on you.

He crossed the room in a few long strides and stopped right at the edge of the mattress. He looked down at you, and finally dropped his towel to the floor.

"You like teasing me, don't you?" he murmured.

He didn't wait for an answer. He leaned over, his hands bracing on either side of your hips, caging you in. The scent of the body wash was pungent, vanilla and coconut filling your senses. He didn't kiss you immediately; instead, he hovered inches away, his eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation, but he knew that he wouldn’t find any.

"I told you," you whispered, reaching out to trace the line of his collarbone, your fingers lingering on his damp skin. "I'm all yours."

He shifted his weight, his knee pushing between yours as he climbed onto the bed, looming over you. His hands moved from the mattress to your hair again.

"Good," he growled, finally closing the distance between your lips. His hands slid down your lower back, his grip firm as he pulled you flush against him.

He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your jaw. His hands, still warm and slightly damp, slid down to cup your hips, his thumbs pressing firmly into your skin as he pulled you closer until your legs were instinctively wrapping around his waist.

"You have no idea," he rasped against your pulse point, his breath hot and uneven, "how much I’ve wanted to do this since the moment you walked through that door."

He shifted, his knee nudging against your pussy, forcing you to grind against it. The feeling had you arching your back and gasping. 

He leaned back just enough to look at you, his eyes heavy with intent. He reached down, his hand sliding between your bodies to find your core. When his fingers finally met your soaked pussy, you let out a needy sound, your hips moving to chase his fingers instinctively.

"Too sensitive?" he teased, an annoyingly hot smirk on his lips. His fingers moved in and out of you with a fast pace, a squelching noise coming from it.

"Yoongi!" you whimpered, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you tried to pull him closer.

"I've got you," he murmured. He leaned in, capturing your lips once more, your tongues moving in sync as he continued his ministrations.

He moved his other hand to your breast, kneading the soft skin, his thumb circling your nipple until it stood hard and aching for more. He pulled away from kissing you, leaning his head down to catch your breast in between his lips, sucking and biting at the skin.

He pulled back again, eyes searching yours as he positioned himself between your legs. "Look at me," he commanded softly. As you locked eyes with him, he pushed his cock into you, filling you completely. 

You let out a shaky breath, your head falling back against the pillow as he began to move, setting a pace that was perfectly deep. His hands slid down to grip your ass, pulling you even tighter against him so that every movement was felt. You felt so full, his cock filling up the ache.

"You’re so tight," he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder. 

“Fuck, Yoongi—“ you whimpered out, your nails clawing against his back.

"Yeah, say my name," he commanded, beginning to pace his thrusts. "Let me hear how much you want this. Tell me how my cock feels inside you."

"It's too much... Yoongi, you're so deep!’

"I want to be deeper," he growled, speed building as his hips slammed against yours, the wet sound of your bodies colliding echoing in the bedroom. "I want to make sure you're thinking of nothing but me. Every single time you go to work, every time some guy looks at you, I want you to remember exactly how this feels."

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him down until your mouths collided again, hungrily biting at his lower lip. You felt the familiar tension tightening with every thrust he took. He felt it too, you could tell by the way his cock twitched in you, and the way his movements became more rushed.

“Please, fill me up. I want your cum dripping out of me,” you moaned out.

“Yeah? You want my cum?” Yoongi groaned, his voice getting louder. Before you could stop yourself, you started shaking beneath him, your walls convulsing around his cock.

“Yes, please!” You moaned, holding onto him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Ah, fuck, yes, squeeze me just like that," Yoongi groaned

He stayed buried in you, his forehead pressed against yours as he fought to steady his breathing. But just as the initial intensity began to leave, he felt you still twitching around him, and a new idea seemed to flicker behind his eyes.

"We aren't done yet.”

Before you could process his words, he shifted, pulling out of you with a sloppy sound. He gripped your hips and flipped you over, not giving you a second to catch your breath. You scrambled onto your hands and knees, the sheets bunching under your palms, and before you could even adjust, he was behind you.

He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back just enough to expose your throat, and leaned down to press his mouth behind your ear.

"Look at this," he growled, as he pressed his cock against your entrance. “You're already leaking for me again. You're so desperate to be filled, aren't you?"

He pushed inside again, and you let out a strangled moan as he hit a spot that made your vision white out. 

"Every time you think about that office, every time you think about 'professional courtesy,' I want you to remember this," he muttered, his hands sliding down to dig into your thighs, pulling you back against him with every thrust. "I want you to remember how I own you. How you're nothing but mine."

He leaned forward, his chest flush against your back, his teeth marking your shoulder as he thrusted faster.

"Tell me," he demanded. "Tell me you love being taken like this. Tell me you love that I'm the only one who gets to ruin you."

"I love it—" you sobbed, your head dropping as he drove deeper. "Yoongi, I love it—"

"I'm going to ruin you, baby," he growled, his pace becoming manic, his hands bunching the skin of your hips as he pushed you toward the edge of another climax. He wanted to make you writhe below him.

"Look at you," he hissed, his grip tightening until you knew there would be bruises by morning. "You’re completely gone for me. Just keep taking it. Keep taking my cock, baby."

You were barely clinging to the edge of the mattress, your knees splayed as he thrusted into you with a punishing pace. "You're shaking," he groaned. "That’s it. Fall apart for me."

He reached around, his hand sliding up your stomach to find your breast, his thumb circling your nipple with a teasing pressure. 

"Yoongi, I'm—I'm going to—"

“Do it," he commanded. "Come for me. I want you to come around my cock."

As your second orgasm washed over you, you moaned into the sheets, biting them to control yourself. Without letting you calm down from the high, he moved onto his back, pulling you up and over until you were straddling him. The shift in position left you breathless, your hair falling over your face. He hooked his hands under your thighs, and guided you down until you were on his cock again.

You gasped, feeling the tip slide through your swollen, wet folds. Your clit throbbed as he settled into you.

"Yeah, look at you. Riding me like you own me."

"Yoongi..." you breathed, your hands finding his chest, your fingers digging into his sweat-slicked skin.

"Take control," he commanded, his hands sliding down to grip your ass, his fingers pressing into the sensitive skin. "Show me how much you want it.”

You began to move. The sensation of his length hitting your cervix with every thrust had you whimpering. He watched you with a predatory look, his lips pulled back in a smirk as you moved for him, your hips grinding against his.

"That's it," he hissed, encouraging you. "You're so fucking beautiful when you ride me. Keep going, baby."

He gripped your hips tighter, his movements matching yours, forcing you to ride him harder, faster. He watched your face, as he began to dictate the pace again. 

His hands shifted to cup your face, pulling you down for a bruising, messy kiss. "You’re so good for me," he groaned against your lips, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as he drove upward.

The pleasure building in your pussy was all you could feel, all you could think about. Feeling your walls squeeze around him for a third time, he finally came as well. Little breaths left his mouth, his eyebrows drawn together as he emptied himself.

His face was always perfect, but seeing him come was definitely a top tier moment every time. The little whimpers and moans that he gave you made your blood pressure skyrocket.

The room was silent again, except for the two of you breathing. Yoongi didn't move immediately; he stayed buried deep inside you for a moment, his chest heaving against yours, his face pressed firmly into the crook of your neck. You could feel his heart beating against your chest.

Then, he pulled out of you with a breathless moan, grabbing you so you were curled against his side, his arms wrapping around you. His skin was slick with sweat, his hair matted against his forehead, and his eyes were replaced by a soft contentment.

He reached up, his fingers gently pushing damp strands of hair away from your face, tucking them behind your ear.

"You okay?" he murmured, his voice still raspy, stripped of the demanding edge it held before.

You hummed, shifting closer to him, nuzzling your cheek against his damp shoulder. "Better than okay. Just... tired."

"I know," he whispered. He shifted again, pulling the duvet up from the foot of the bed to cover both of you. He tucked the blanket securely around your shoulders, then drew you back into his hold, his chin resting on top of your head. He began to run his hand up and down your arm in a grounding gesture.

He didn't speak for a long time, and you didn't feel the need to fill the quiet. The frustration and the jealousy over the gift had completely disappeared as he held you in his arms.

"I'm sorry," he said suddenly, whispering so quietly that you almost missed it. "About being so wound up earlier. I shouldn't have let it turn into a thing."

You looked up at him, tracing the line of his jaw with your thumb. "It’s okay, Yoongi. I get it. Really."

He let out a short breath, his thumb tracing a slow circle on your hip. "I just... I never want to feel like I’m losing my grip on this. On us." He paused, "You're the only thing that keeps me sane when everything else feels like it's spinning out of control. When you walk through that door, I just want you all to myself."

You leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips. "You have me, Yoongi. You've always had me."

He tightened his arms around you, pulling you as close as he possibly could, as if he could merge your bodies together. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"Stay here," he muttered with exhaustion. "Don't go anywhere."

"I'm not going anywhere, I promise," you whispered, resting your head back against his chest.

He didn't respond, his breathing already deepening as he fell asleep, his hand remaining firmly on your waist.

You made a promise to yourself to throw out that gift in the morning.

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[ssweetinsomniacc]

HIII!!! First of all I want to say that I love your storyyy!!!! I found it totally randomly and I’ve been hooked ever since, you have a lovely way of writing and storytelling!!! I wanted to ask if it was possible to deepen the relationship between the MC and Jin and also Hobi, I’m sooooo curious what you have in store for them, you always tease their dynamic and traits of their personality thru the other guys so I’m sooooo curious to see what their interactions and chemistry could be likeee!!!! Than being said I hope you are good and healthy, till next time!!!! xoxo

Hii!! Thank you for writing in!! <3

I'm so glad you've been enjoying the story so far :D And I totally get what you're saying about Hobi and Jin, I know they've been kind of shoved to the back burner, but I do have my reasoning for that HEHE

This is my first time posting anything online literally ever LMAO, I knew that if I tried to write for all seven characters at once I would get super jumbled and overwhelmed, so I wanted to phase people in and out of the spotlight to give them their time to shine. :'3 For Hobi in particular, he'll be worming his way in very very soon (we get a bit of him in the next chapter actually :3c) and he'll be playing a bigger roll in the story in the chapters soon to come as we enter a new sort of story line. And the same will happen with Jin in a bit!! Unfortunately that means people in more secure positions that we've focused on a lot (like Yoongi, Namjoon, and Taehyung) will take a sort of backseat to make room :'3 But they are no where near finished and will be back as well! I promise everyone will have plenty of good moments and more in depth character scene's as the story goes along! I have big plans for everyone, and though it certainly doesn't look like it atm, I have no plans on playing favorites! :3 I'm ot7 all the way!!

I really appreciate you taking the time to ask about the story and interacting with the story in general! It makes me very happy, so thank you again!! <3

-Zzzz

[sassynora]

HEY BTS ARMY

I'm selling 2x Soundcheck VIP Tickets for BTS ARIRANG IN BALTIMORE on August 11 - I'm asking face value or less!!

• I can provide current proof of tickets on ticketmaster!!

Also available - Section 125, Front Row & 2x Soundcheck vip Tickets for day 1 on August 10

We were able to get better tickets as a group for another stop!!

Please DM if you are interested in any!!

[gracieinclouds]

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[moonlightarianne2]

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