⟶ Summary | He is the heir to a powerful business empire. You are the daughter of a rival legacy just as formidable. When his brother’s past mistake threatens everything that he and his family have built with their blood, sweat, and tears, he is given one chance to hold onto his future—and you become his only way out.
A marriage arranged on paper. A deal meant to keep the peace. A molded appearance to show his worth. It should have been simple. But beneath the surface, not everything is as it seems. Because the secret of the heart wouldn’t be the only thing you are about to uncover.
⟶ Title | Carousel: 2025 version
⟶ Character | Yoongi x reader
⟶ Genre | CEO!Yoongi, Arranged Marriage!AU, Heirs!AU, Organized Crime!AU
⟶ Ratings & Warning | +18 / M for Mature; including: mutual pining, childhood friends turn business partners turn lovers, minor character death, grief, mention of family drama, may contain incorrect terms in matters involving business and law, graphic depiction of car accidents, alcohol consumption, mentions of pregnancy and miscarriages, usage of weapons (guns, knives, etc), mention of family drama, depiction of trauma, involves multiple explicit sex scenes, including: sexual tension, soft dom!Yoongi, lots of sex/dirty talk, more warnings will be added as I continue writing this.
⟶ Author's Note | I know that a lot of you have been here before. This is one of my oldest stories that I’ve ever published since writing fanfiction for BTS and especially Yoongi, and one that I am most proud of. This rewriting project has been planned for ages, so if you have previously read this story, you might notice some changes in the writing style, plot, and story details, but I’m hoping that you’ll have an even better experience reading this story again in its upgraded version. For new readers, welcome to my story! I hope you’ll enjoy the ride.
— status / current word count / total word count | ONGOING; latest update: Chapter 29 | The Contract - 168,197 words of n/a words
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⟶ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜:
— Prologue | The Arrangement (Sept 2nd, 2025)
— Chapter 01 | The Proposition (Sept 8th, 2025)
— Chapter 02 | Pledge (Sept 15th, 2025)
— Chapter 03 | Dinner with The Mins (Sept 22nd, 2025)
— Chapter 04 | The Wizard (Sept 29th, 2025)
— Chapter 05 | The Engagement Ball (Oct 6th, 2025)
— Chapter 06 | The Uninvited Guest (Oct 15th, 2025)
— Chapter 07 | Jinyoung’s Secrets (Oct 21st, 2025)
— Chapter 08 | Wedding Bells (Oct 27th, 2025)
— Chapter 09 | Husband and Wife (Nov 3rd, 2025)
— Chapter 10 | Meeting The Kims (Nov 10th, 2025)
— Chapter 11 | Ghosts from the Past (Nov 17th, 2025)
— Chapter 12 | Alliances (Dec 1st, 2025)
— Chapter 13 | The Getaway (Dec 22nd, 2025)
— Chapter 14 | Easy (Dec 29th, 2025)
— Chapter 15 | Slow & Steady (Jan 5th, 2026)
— Chapter 16 | Enchanted (Jan 13th, 2026)
— Chapter 17 | Exquisite Taste (Jan 19th, 2026)
— Chapter 18 | Making Plans (Jan 26th, 2026)
— Chapter 19 | Fishing for Answers (Feb 10th, 2026)
— Chapter 20 | Finding Harmony (Mar 10th, 2026)
— Chapter 21 | English Tea & Freshly-baked Muffins (Mar 23rd, 2026)
— Chapter 22 | The Common Enemy (Apr 8th, 2026)
— Chapter 23 | Black Russian and Beer (May 11th, 2026)
— Chapter 24 | Riddles (June 1st, 2026)
— Chapter 25 | Come To Light (June 16th, 2026)
— Chapter 26 | Park Jinyoung 01 (July 1st, 2026)
— Chapter 27 | Park Jinyoung 02 (July 7th, 2026)
— Chapter 28 | The Truth Unfold (July 20th, 2026)
— Chapter 29 | The Contract (Aug 10th, 2026)
— Chapter 30 | The Last Phone Call (coming soon)
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛:
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Could you do one where the reader is pregnant and yoongi is just helping her through the pains, like nausea, throwing up, idk like bad stomach aches etc…
Thank you!!!!!
A/n: i would be soooo happy to continue writing for this au if you have more requests for it but ngl i was drawing a blank with this one bc i have as much knowledge about pregnancy as my HS parenting class and google gave me lmao i also idk ive never really thought about or fantasized about being pregnant with someone so i dont really know like... what to fantasize about??? ig? idk but this being said ill still write this au if requested esp because this was so short and i feel so bad abt it
Pregnancy, Panic, and Yoongi’s Patience
Pairing: FatherToBe!Yoongi x Pregnant!Reader
Summary: In the quiet chaos of early pregnancy, you battle morning sickness and bizarre cravings while Yoongi proves, in every tender and tired moment, that love—and his steady presence—makes it all a little easier to bear.
Themes: Y/n getting emotional and morning sickness, Yoongi literally being the cutest dad-to-be, fluffy fluff
Word Count: 1.4k
You weren’t sure what woke you first—the nausea creeping up your throat like a bad secret, or the gentle weight of Yoongi’s hand resting protectively on your belly, half-asleep and instinctual even in slumber.
The answer didn’t really matter. You were up. And unfortunately, so was your stomach.
You shuffled as quietly as you could out of bed, hoping to make it to the bathroom without waking him. You almost succeeded, too—until your foot caught the edge of the hallway rug and the smallest gasp slipped past your lips.
A moment later, you heard sheets rustle behind you.
“Y/N?” His voice was low, husky with sleep. “Bathroom?”
You didn’t answer right away, too focused on kneeling over the toilet and regretting everything you’d eaten the day before.
Then, quietly: “Yeah.”
A beat passed. Then soft footsteps padded behind you, followed by a hand gathering your hair back and another gently resting on your spine.
“Third time this week,” Yoongi murmured, squatting next to you with a yawn. “Your stomach’s got terrible taste.”
You let out a weak laugh as you wiped your mouth. “Don’t talk about our child like that.”
“Fair.” He brushed his fingers lightly over your temple, the way he always did when he wasn’t sure how else to help. “You okay? Want water?”
You nodded, curling against the cool tile wall as he disappeared and returned a moment later with a glass of water and a cold washcloth.
“Your hands are warm,” you muttered as he dabbed your forehead. “Feels nice.”
“I read somewhere it’s supposed to help.” He sat on the floor next to you, his legs crossed, sleep still in his eyes but heart fully awake. “Not that Google’s been that useful. Every site says something different. One said ginger tea, one said crackers, one said essential oils… I might just get you all three.”
You leaned your head on his shoulder. “You’re trying too hard.”
“Trying just enough.” He tilted his head to rest against yours. “You’re growing a person. I can grow into a husband who Googles too much.”
You smiled tiredly, stomach still in knots but heart slowly settling. He smelled like sleep and laundry detergent, his hoodie soft against your cheek. There was no miracle fix for morning sickness—but having him here like this, solid and gentle and yours, made it feel a little more survivable.
“You should go back to sleep,” you whispered.
Yoongi shook his head. “You’re not going through this alone.”
And for the first time that morning, something in you relaxed.
Even if your body was turning against you, even if the days ahead would be filled with more discomfort and nausea and crying for no reason—you had this.
You had him.
And somehow, that made all the difference.
-
After brushing your teeth and drinking water, you sat on the couch, Yoongi insisting on making you breakfast while you rested.
You were curled up, wrapped in one of Yoongi’s oversized hoodies and swaddled in the fluffiest blanket he could find. The early morning sun was still a shy glow behind the curtains, casting a soft amber hue across the living room. Yoongi was in the kitchen making toast—the only thing you could even think about stomaching right now—but your eyes weren’t on the food.
They were on him.
Your husband. Quiet and focused, hair a bit messy, sleeves pushed up as he hovered over the toaster like it was a mission from the gods. The way he moved—gentle, unhurried, careful—like the whole world might shatter if he didn’t get it right… it undid you.
By the time he walked over, balancing the plate and a glass of water in one hand, you were already blinking too fast, heart caught in your throat.
“Hey,” he said softly, crouching beside you, setting the plate on the table. “Still nauseous?”
You nodded, then shook your head. “It’s not that.”
Yoongi’s eyes flicked to your face, concern washing over him instantly. “What is it? Do you need—”
You cut him off with a shaky breath. “No—it’s nothing bad. I just…” Your voice caught as tears welled up, thick and sudden. “You’re just… really good to me.”
He blinked, confused for half a second. Then he moved. Quietly, without a word, he sank onto the couch beside you and pulled you into his arms.
And that’s when it broke.
You buried your face in his hoodie, tears slipping silently down your cheeks, soft and overwhelmed and grateful in a way words couldn’t hold.
“I’m just… so happy,” you whispered. “I didn’t know it would feel like this. I didn’t know I’d get someone like you.”
Yoongi’s hand slid up your back, warm and grounding. “You’re scaring me a little,” he murmured, kissing your hair. “But also… I think I know what you mean.”
You pulled back just enough to see his face. “You’re going to be such a good dad.”
Something in his expression shifted—surprise first, then something deeper. His eyes softened, full of something almost shy. “Yeah?” he asked, barely above a whisper.
You nodded, smiling through tears. “I already see it. The way you talk to the baby, the way you take care of me. You’re patient, and kind, and…” You sniffled. “God, I’m a mess.”
He chuckled gently, brushing a thumb under your eye. “You’re not a mess. You’re just really pregnant and really loved.”
That made you laugh, and cry a little more, and then curl back into his arms.
Yoongi kissed the crown of your head, resting his chin there. “I don’t have it all figured out yet,” he murmured, “but I’ll show up. Every day. For you and for them. That I can promise.”
And in the quiet, wrapped up in his arms with the morning light growing warmer, you believed him.
You didn’t need perfection. You just needed this. The kind of love that stays.
“Yoongi,” you said, completely serious, eyes locked with his like you’d just discovered the solution to world peace. “I need pickles.”
Yoongi didn’t even blink from where he was folding laundry on the bed. “Okay. Pickles I can do.”
You paused dramatically. “But also… chocolate frosting.”
This time he blinked. Slowly. “Like, as a dip?”
You nodded solemnly, rubbing your belly as if that might lend some credibility. “I saw someone do it on TikTok. They said it was life-changing. Sweet and salty. The perfect combo.”
Yoongi set the towel down. “Babe. With all due respect, and from a place of genuine love… that sounds like a crime against food.”
You frowned. “I’m growing a human. I get to commit at least one food crime.”
He sighed, already reaching for his keys. “If we end up in the ER tonight because your stomach rejects your Frankenstein snack, I’m telling the doctor it was your idea.”
—
Ten minutes later, you were at the kitchen counter, pickles in one hand, a tub of frosting in the other, staring at them with almost reverent anticipation. Yoongi leaned against the fridge, arms crossed, watching like you were about to detonate a bomb.
“You sure you want to do this?” he asked one last time.
You dipped the pickle into the frosting, eyes narrowing at his doubt. “Watch and learn, Min Yoongi.”
You took a bite.
And immediately gagged.
Yoongi didn’t even try to hide the slow, victorious smirk spreading across his face. “Oh no, baby. What happened to life-changing?”
You spit the offending combo into a napkin, dramatically slumping onto the counter. “It betrayed me.”
He chuckled, walking over to rub soothing circles on your back. “Told you it sounded like a war crime.”
“It was supposed to be sweet and salty,” you mumbled miserably. “Instead it was… cursed.”
Yoongi kissed your temple, grinning. “Let’s just stick to normal weird stuff, okay? Like orange juice and cereal. Or hot Cheetos and yogurt.”
“I never said I was gonna stop trying weird stuff,” you said, voice muffled into the counter. “Next week might be tuna and jelly.”
“Absolutely not,” he said instantly. “I draw the line at seafood and fruit spreads.”
You giggled, turning to look at him, feeling your heart soften as he cleaned up your failed experiment without complaint.
“You still love me, right?”
He looked at you like the question offended him. “Of course. Even if you try to poison yourself with snack choices.”
And when he kissed you, quick and sweet, you made a mental note: no more pickle-frosting disasters. But also… maybe he was onto something with the cereal and OJ.
Maybe.
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hii thanks for this! i'm kinda rusty so i'm assuming domestic is when they're in a relationship and share a home (?)
this is not an original scenario, i simply can't remember where i first saw/read this or something similar. i know 'himym' introduced the 'olive theory' so let's just say this is based on that!
mushroom theory (myg)
pairing: yoongi x reader
genre: fluff, boyfriend!yoongi x girlfriend!reader, smut but not all the way. + i picture yoongi to be older than the reader.
warnings: some tit stuff bec if you haven't already realised by now, i love boob, yoongi gropes reader, some grinding and finger stuff, spit, one mention of pee (nothing happens.) boyfriend loves being called oppa. < i might've overdone that 🤐
You barge into your home, pushing Yoongi out of the way, "I can't believe I didn't know you liked mushrooms. Why did you let me eat them every time?"
Yoongi follows you in and shrugs, "I thought you liked them."
Flabbergasted, you almost screech, "I hate mushrooms! They're.... fungus and gross and I can't believe you made me eat them all these months."
How is he so nonchalant about it?
You step out of your heels and balance yourself on each foot, one at a time, as you pull your socks off of them.
Yoongi wants to laugh but he knows this is serious for you, "I don't know what to say, babe, you never asked."
"Because I thought," you emphasise on your subjects, "I was doing you a favour."
"By eating every mushroom you see?" Yoongi finally grins.
Abruptly turning, you chuck a sock at him (which he dodges swiftly) and frown, "You're laughing. I stuff myself, FOR YOU, with the only food I hate and you're laughing."
Slowly making his way over to you, Yoongi sighs, "It's not that serious, _____. You never have to eat one again, ever."
Unwilling to let it go, you interrogate him, "Riddle me this; why did you push all those mushrooms to the side on our first date? You picked every single one out."
He walks past you to the couch, where your other sock lay. "I was saving them for the end."
"But you let me eat them," your brows scrunch in confusion, "Why didn't you stop me?"
He beacons you over with a 'come closer' motion of his finger.
Yoongi pulls the oversized sweater over your head. "Well, you put them all in your mouth before I could stop you. Sorry. I thought you'd hurt me if I said anything."
You swat him with your sleeve, "I just didn't want to condone food wastage."
The rant is endless. "I mean, I've never seen you serve yourself mushrooms either! Your friends are evil too. They waited all this time to tell me you loved mushrooms. You people just watched on as I suffered."
"_____, we're going in circles." With his finger, Yoongi directed you to turn around and you happily comply.
You exasperate, "Sorry! I just can't believe I could've gone all those months without secretly gagging during every meal."
Yoongi presses himself against your back enveloping you in a hug, and suggests, "Why don't we make a list of the foods we like and dislike?"
Leaning back into him, you slur, "Maybe..."
More like sulk.
Yoongi drags his large hands up and down your arms and across your collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in pursuit.
When he feels you lax, Yoongi sneakily inches under your white cotton camisole, prodding at and caressing your underboob, enjoying the softness of your skin.
You lock your arms down so he wouldn't pull away easily.
His fingers work their way towards your perked nipples. You help him out a little and pull the flimsy neckline of your top lower to free your breasts.
He wets the pads of his fingers with his tongue and skillfully circles them all over your areola, avoiding your nipples.
You fidget a little as Yoongi teases you, holding off on *actual* foreplay.
"Stop moving, _____." Yoongi scolds.
You squirm more, grinding back against his crotch, letting out small moans of frustration and pleasure.
Indirectly, you motivate him to continue messing with you. He gets off on your bratty yet submissive demeanour.
"Oppa, please..." you whine, "I'm gonna cry..."
Yoongi nearly laughs at how eager you were.
Not wanting to torture you any longer, he spins you around to face him and dives in, tonguing your nipples. At first, he uses his hands to squeeze your tits together, giving him access to both nipples at once. He wets both your nipples, lickng and sucking on them.
"Oppa! More! Please!" You squeal a few incoherent words along the lines of 'harder' 'yes' and 'more'.
You grab onto his almost shoulder-length hair and push your chest harder against his mouth.
One of his giant hands is now wrapped around your lower back to support your wobbly-self, and the other is busied with rubbing, pressing on and gently pinching your free nipple while the other is caught in his mouth.
The cool air attacks your nipples, hardening them even more, each time he pulls them out of his warm, and wet mouth. It's never-ending.
Yoongi kisses, licks and sucks on your nipples as his hands travel down to grope your ass. You desperately grind your aching pussy on him.
You're seeing stars at this point.
Catching on to it, Yoongi spins you around yet again, making your back face him.
It's an everyday thing for the two of you. Your boyfriend was obsessed with your breasts.
Almost every night, after Yoongi's back home from a tiring day at work, he demands to make out with your tits and you've never skipped out on that opportunity.
Sometimes it even helps you sleep better after he's done suckling and slobbering all over your chest. (Or maybe it's the orgasm that helps.)
You begin to sway, with your back still pressed against Yoongi's front, to imaginary music as he struggles to undo your skirt.
Playfully, you condescend, "Does oppa need help taking a teensy skirt off?"
Yoongi looks taken aback. Scoffing, he roughly lifts your skirt, pulling it up higher and revealing your painfully regular, unsexy, washed-out blue cotton panties. You gasp mischievously, "Oppa, be gentle!"
Wasting no time, he grabs you by the waist and drags you to his recliner chair, walking backwards. You pout, feigning offense, "Oppa, you're so harsh..."
Yoongi scoffs in amusement and plops on the comfortable chair, pulling you down on his lap. You squeak an apology when your back harshly smacks into his face (although by no fault of yours.)
Yoongi groans and pulls your knees apart, elevating and pulling them back towards your heads, exposing your still clothed centre.
Yoongi wishes he had a mirror in front of the two of you so he could watch your expressions as he teases you. Maybe he'd bribe you to tag along to IKEA with him the very next day.
You're dripping through your panties, halfway to an orgasm. All because of Yoongi's mouth on your tits. It's only a little humiliating.
Your breathing stabilizes as Yoongi gives you time to steady yourself.
That doesn't last too long after Yoongi's finger traces your sensitive, puffy lips. You jerk and shiver involuntarily, but he holds you in place. The shielded, tiny bundle of nerves yearning to be played with makes you clench around nothing.
Yoongi stuffs his hand inside your panties and begins palming your pussy, getting your essence all over his palm. Your head instantly lolls back as you thank him profusely.
Yoongi groans, his fingers instantly finding your clit, "Fuck... _____, you're so wet. Didn't even have to use my spit. So fucking slippery already..." His throaty tone making you hornier by the second, you moan in delight, "Mm! Oppa... please don't stop..."
Yoongi feels like a pervert getting off on being called 'oppa' by you as he continues teasing your clit, lightly drawing circles on the hood.
"Oppa, please I need your cock in me. Want you to creampie me..."
A little surprised, he scoffs, "What a desperate slut."
You moan (whine) in agreement.
He's unbelievably hard but he won't give in just yet. He kisses the back of your shoulder instead.
Yoongi's middle and ring fingers tease your tight, wet entrance while he thumbs your clit (a little harder this time.)
"Show me your hands." Yoongi's demand confuses your already-dazed self but you comply, lifting both your open palms up close to your faces.
With his free hand, one at a time, Yoongi pulls your hands to his mouth and licks your fingers, "Play with your tits."
You obey and begin tenderly squeezing your breasts, feeling all around and over your areola, rubbing Yoongi's spit on them while gradually building up to toying with your perked nipples.
Never taking his thumb off your clit, he speeds up, now drawing tight circles on your ultra sensitive sweet spot. Your legs spread themselves wider and your fingers seem to have a mind of their own as they mindlessly pinch and soothe your sensitive nubs.
You're unapologetically leaking on Yoongi's very expensive trousers. He doesn't mind though. Yoongi wouldn't mind even if you peed on him. HIS words, not yours.
"Yoongi. Oh, Yoon- Yoonie..." Your whines and moans get breathier and (variations of) his name frequents your tongue as you begin to squirm harder in his lap.
Torturous, his digits continue their assault on your puffy little cunt.
Still barely penetrating you with two of his fingers, Yoongi presses his thumb down harder on your clit flicking it side to side, earning high-pitched cries from you.
Your breathing quickens and your hips lift involuntarily. Your orgasm's so close you can smell it. As can your boyfriend.
Yoongi's face twists in pleasure, watching only his fingers pull these reactions out of you.
"Please, faster, Yoonie... I'll be so good for you, oppa." Letting go off your breasts, you grip the arm of the recliner and your boyfriend's too. You begin grinding down on Yoongi's stiff cock, still hidden in his pants, as you near your climax.
Your somewhat coherent moans turn into nonsensical cries and babbles as Yoongi rubs your pussy faster every second.
The back of your head slams into Yoongi's shoulder. Taking advantage of the change in your posture, he leans in to kiss you, muffling your borderline screams, still playing with your clit.
"Mmmffhp...!!" A specific, very intentional, graze of Yoongi's finger on your other, tight hole sends you through the roof.
Yoongi vocalises in content and satisfaction as you begin to writhe uncontrollably on his lap as your orgasm takes over your entire body.
He palms your pussy to distribute the pressure and help you avoid overstimulation.
You force your tongue into his mouth and suck on his own as he brings you back down on Earth.
The muscles of your lips hurt from kissing so hard.
Reluctantly, Yoongi's the one who pulls away first.
He draws your legs shut and lays you across his lap, as well as the chair could accommodate it, supporting your upper back and head with his arms.
Yoongi smiles and watches your tummy move up and down as you breathe, thinking you'd be falling into slumber anytime now.
After lying motionless for another few minutes, your eyes open and focus on the fond expression on your boyfriend's face.
Your smile comes naturally as you decide to straddle him. All things innocent, of course.
Six months ago, Yoongi most likely wouldn't have known you. If he had somehow noticed you, he probably only knew you as just another girl from his friend's workplace who invited herself to every one of their group hangouts to stare at Yoongi. Not that he ever complained. But now, you're one of, if not the most important people in his life without whom he'd be incomplete.
As cheesy as it sounds, he can't rephrase it. You complete him. You're 'it' for him.
Resting your cheek on top of Yoongi's head, you sigh dreamily, "Thank you."
"Mm." Yoongi simply vocalised in response and held you in an embrace, planting innocent kisses across your breasts.
A peaceful moment passes. Then you gasp in realisation, "Oppa!" You cheer, "We have the whole 'olive theory' thing going!"
Yoongi pulls away to look up at you. The red 'afterglow' tinge on Yoongi's face darkens just a little, thoroughly endeared by your usage of the affectionate term. Almost to the point where he nearly misses everything it was followed by.
He catches himself, "We do?"
"It's this theory that tests how compatible a couple is." You explain, "If one likes olives and the other doesn't, they'd be the perfect match!"
★: perv!myg , neighbour!au , drabble , panty sniffing , masturbation — lmk if i missed any! ^^
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A/N : hiiii! I made this a drabble cus i be going through that writers block fever 🤒 its kinda rusty and eh imo but LOLLL hope you enjoyed it! I will try writing more!
☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★
Perv neighbor Yoongi, who has been dying to have a taste of you since the day you moved into the apartment opposite his. He has been crushing on you ever since you walked up to his door to introduce yourself as his new neighbor. You had baked him cookies as a sign of friendship, but he wasn’t interested in them.
Yoongi thought you were absolutely beautiful. The moment you started talking to him with your soft, sultry voice, he fumbled internally. He didn’t even pay attention to what you were saying and was just staring at you in awe. His eyes scanned your body. That little crop tee and those Hello Kitty PJ pants fitted you perfectly. Your midriff was out, and he noticed the pink twinkling belly piercing. You looked so gentle and kind. He admired everything about you. And from then on, it was his mission to make you his.
But he was shy and reserved. He would see you occasionally whenever you accidentally bumped into him or something like that. But he wanted more. And so he began talking to you more often. He had analyzed your schedule and timetable by now. At around 6:30 a.m., you wake up and head to the gym. Yoongi wasn’t a gym freak at all. But when he found out you were going? He immediately joined your gym. It was a headache to wake up every day at 6 a.m. and go, but it did make yours and his relationship stronger than before. After you found out he was now going to your gym, you started talking to him more. Asking him about his workout plans, his diets, and his schedule, which Yoongi had no idea about, so of course he lied to you about them. Yoongi's eyes never left your presence. The sole reason he even joined this stupid gym was for him to get more of your beautiful body. He would stare at you shamelessly as you did your set of squats. His eyes are on your plump ass at all times. He would get hard at just seeing your ass and would rush into the gym lockers to rub one out real quick, his pale hands gripping onto his long dick. He imagined you doing it for him, but of course it wasn’t enough. You both would walk home together, which gave him the opportunity to learn about you more. He liked how dainty you were. You had this hard, tough girl exterior, but in reality, you were the complete opposite.
After your workouts, he would accompany you to the laundromat. But as time went by, he would offer to take your set of laundry whenever he went. You appreciated that and were very grateful to him. You were getting busy with college anyway, so your time was limited. Little did you know, he was stealing your panties. The only reason he offered to take your load was so he could be a sick weirdo and steal your used panties. He would rummage through the piles of clothes and carefully pick out one of your pink lace panties and stuff them into his pocket. He had the urge to take them all, but he wasn’t going to let you find out that he had been stealing them, right?
He would drop off the clean load at your doorstep before rushing into his own home. He wouldn't even have the patience to go into his room. Your scent was in his grasps, and he couldn’t waste anytime! He would spread his legs out as he sat on his couch, pulling out his aching cock. He would be as hard as a rock. His pink tip now an angry red with precum oozing out. With his shaky hands, he brought the undergarment to his nose, and as soon as his nose got a slight sniff of your panties, he was in heaven. He pressed the undergarment to his nose with great force, taking huge sniffs of your arousal. He loved it. He had no shame about it. It was intoxicating. He moaned into the piece of fabric as his other hand was gliding up and down his shaft with speed. Now that he knew how you smelled, he was able to imagine you bouncing on his dick. Your name left his mouth in audible moans. He was humping his own hand, not being able to control himself. He stuffed the garment into his mouth, now getting a taste of your arousal. His eyes shut tight, his eyebrows furrowed, and sweat dripped down his black locks. His now-free hand crept up his shirt, tugging and pulling on his erect nipples for more stimulation. His breathing was heavy, and his body was writhing uncontrollably. He envisioned your fucked-out face moaning and being a pretty little mess for him. His cum all over your pussy and your ass. His hips jerked up at the thought, and he was whining like a bitch. Muffled moans of your name escaped his pretty lips every second. Tears were forming in his eyes as he was getting closer and closer to his goal. His hands continued moving up and down, increasing the speed and grip.
He let out a final, choked-out gasp as he came all over his lower belly and hands. He was cumming a lot. All that pent-up desire , finally spilling out. He laid completely still, stabilizing his breath. He finally came down from his high, taking your now-drool-stained panties out of his mouth. He heard a faint knock on his apartment door, which prompted him to quickly clean himself up and put his composure back on. He opened the door to see you. Standing in front of his door. In utter shock. It seemed like you heard everything.
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Yoongi’s breath came out in short pants, his chest heaving as he struggled to maintain composure. His face was flushed, a deep red spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. He squirmed in his seat, palms sweaty as they gripped the edge of his desk tightly. His eyes were half-lidded, glazed over with lust as he glanced down at you bobbing up and down, your lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing shaft under his desk as you look up at him innocently. A soft whimper escaped his parted lips but he quickly covers it was a cough, his hips twitching involuntarily with each movement of your tongue.
He knew he should be focusing on the Zoom call in front of him, but it was impossible. The feeling of your tongue swirling around his sensitive tip, your throat constricting around him as you took him deeper. He had to bite down on his tongue to muffle the sounds that threatened to escape, his toes curling in his shoes.
You traced around the ridge and dipped into his slit, sending jolts of electricity up his spine. The wet heat of your mouth was almost too much to bear, and he found himself rocking his hips up to meet your bobbing motions, desperate for more stimulation.
The sight of you on your knees, he couldn't tear his eyes away, mesmerized by the way your plump lips stretched around his hard length, glistening with your saliva, was seared into his mind, a mental image he knew he would revisit countless times in the future.
His fingers tangles in your hair, tugging slightly as he urgently bucked his hips, fucking your face with a steady motion, trying his absolute hardest to keep his cool.
Yoongi suddenly froze as the professor called his name, his eyes wide with panic. You continue your ministrations, either oblivious or uncaring of his predicament. "Uhh...y-yes, Professor?" he stammered out, voice strained and breathless. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, trying to discreetly pushes you away without drawing attention, failing miserably. "I'm...ng-I'm here."
The professor droned on, asking something about potential research methods. But he could barely focus on the words, his mind still hazy with lust. Your tongue traced along the sensitive underside of his shaft and he had to bite back another groan, his hips twitching traitorously.
"Right...yeah...that sounds...great," he managed to respond, hoping it made sense. He was painfully hard, aching to cum in your mouth. The taboo thrill of nearly getting caught only fueled your desire.
As soon as the professor moved on to the next student, Yoongi quickly muted himself and turns off his camera as he hisses under his breath, finally breaking.
He groans deep in his throat, his cock throbbing as you continue your assault on his cock. The wet heat of your mouth, the slick slide of your tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft, the filthy sounds of your desperate slurping... it was all too fucking much.
"Ffffuuuck..." he groans out between clenched teeth, resisting the urge to buck his hips and fuck your face right then and there. His fingers tightened reflexively in your hair, tugging lightly.
Suddenly, he pulls your mouth off of him just long enough to line himself up, the swollen head of his cock brushing against your lips, smearing your face with saliva and precum. Fuck. The sight of your face was almost too good to resist. Yoongi’s fingers tangled in your hair again, gripping tightly as he guides your head back down. He couldn't help the low groan that tore from his chest as your hot, silken mouth engulfed him once more.
"Shit, shit, fuck-“ he panted harshly, his hips starting to move of their own accord, pushing his cock deeper, faster. He was close, so goddamn close. The filthy slurping sounds, the obscene squelch of spit and precum, the vibrations of your muffled moans around his dick... it was enough to drive a man wild. And Yoongi was rapidly losing control. “Fuck, you feel so good-ah! I’m cumm-ngh!”
Yoongi’s eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent moan as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. His body shook, muscles tensing as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him. He spilled himself into your eager mouth, hips bucking erratically as he rode out the intense high. Each pulse of his shaft sent another hot spurt of liquid across your tongue, his release seeming to go on forever.
His vision went white, his mind blanking as he drowned in the overwhelming sensations. Distantly, he registered the obscene sounds of his professor.
Shakily, he pushes you back, his softening cock slipping from your lips with a wet pop. He sighs deeply, looking down at you, your innocent gaze instantly making him hard again.
CAUTION: if you're easily triggered by topics such as depression etc. this may not be for you.
Monday night, 9:45 pm.
You took another glance at your phone but it remained silent.
„Why do you look so down? Bad date last night?“, your friend asked concerned while grilling the meat for the two of you.
„I’m not sure what to make of it, really…“, you confessed.
„Wait, wasn’t it the third date with Yoongi? Did nothing happen again?“
She mistook your silence as confirmation, widened eyes in response.
„What?? Is he gay?“
You silently chuckled, thinking back to Yoongi’s body pressed to yours, rocking his hips rhythmically in tune to your ragged breathing.
„He is not gay. Far from it“, you clarified.
„What’s the problem then? Y/N?“
You sighed heavily before recollecting last night.
Yoongi and you had met on an app, not too long ago. The first two dates were nice, he sparked your interest which didn’t happen too often. At first glance you weren’t that into him but it was his demeanor and his way of thinking that attracted you to him, leaving you smiling like a big idiot every time he dropped you off at the station.
You would have given everything to stay with him longer, driving around in his car while the sun was coloring the town in orange. You could have listened to him complimenting you on your beauty all night long but he was a busy man, so the time was never enough.
You were used to guys that were all in very fast, but Yoongi was from that. He was respectful, gentle and caring - oblivious to the sexual tension which was slowly building between the two of you.
„I swear to god if he doesn’t try anything by the third date I’ll be the one jumping on him“, you whined annoyed to your friends.
Luckily, you didn’t have to.
„He invited you over to his place?“, your friend wiggled her eyebrows. „Oh, he definitely wanted to fuck“, she teased amused.
„Oh my god, will you shut up, please“, you gushed at her, embarrassed if anybody else was able to hear you.
„So, did he? Did he fuck you?“
You gulped down another shot and collected your thoughts, the memories were rushing back into your conscious.
„I was surprised that he even invited me. I didn’t think we’d see each other again“, you confessed.
„No? Why?“
„He never texts me first, we barely talk between dates. I mean, he always asks me out when I text him but still, it all felt one-sided. Most of the time I’m not even sure if he likes me..“
„He took you out for coffee on the first date, right? Second time he took you with him to the studio and you even ran into his parents quickly. Now, he invited you to his home. You really think he doesn’t like you, y/n?“, your friend asked flabbergasted.
„It’s just he’s so different to what I’m used to. But I get it now..“, you explained.
„Get what?“
„Him.“
„Then explain, because I don’t get anything“, your friend pleaded as she was stuffing her face with barbecue.
„I ordered us food. You hungry?“, Yoongi asked.
„Yeah“, you nodded shyly. Being with him should have felt more familiar by now but you were still on edge, his ambivalence had you second-guessing yourself constantly.
You took a good glance at him - he looked tired. Dark circles were accentuating his handsome features, adding to the sadness in his eyes.
Yoongi always spoke to you in a calm manner, like you were fragile and needed to be handled with care. Tonight, he barely spoke at all.
„So what, you just ate in silence?“
„We watched a drama and chatted a bit but yeah, it seemed like he wasn’t in the right place of mind to communicate.“
„Were you okay with that?“
„I felt like I was intruding.“
„Yoongi, hey, should I go home? I feel like I should let you sleep“, you proposed hesitantly.
He shook his head and took your hand, guiding you into his softly lit bedroom.
„Let’s just relax here for a bit“, he said and fell onto the bed.
You laid on your back next to him and closed your eyes, trying to make sense of the situation. You felt his fingers trace patterns across your arm, caressing the soft skin underneath it. Instinctively, your fingers grazed his leg.
„Are you not ticklish?“, you asked curiously.
„Never have been“, he shook his head.
„No way“, you screamed in disbelief as you switched positions and tickled him but he was right, no reaction whatsoever.
„You don’t feel that much, huh“, you joked as you lay down next to him, facing him directly.
„Not really“, he said before leaning in for a kiss.
„Whaaaa, that’s smooth“, your friend admired. „So, what was the kiss like?“
You smiled as your fingers traced over your lips, remembering his taste.
„I guess it didn’t end with a kiss?“, your friend teased.
Yoongi’s kisses turned from soft and tender to hungry and frivolous, leaving you out of breath very quickly. His hands roamed your body, unclasping your bra in seconds.
„Take it all off“, he commanded as his fingers pulled down your skirt.
Baffled, you complied.
„Top too“, he instructed.
You looked at him confused, still not being able to grasp how he could go from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds.
Yoongi admired you for a couple of seconds before positioning himself between your legs.
„No way, he ate you out?“
You hid your face as your cheeks blushed.
„Y/N, come on. I’m your best friend, you have to tell me!“
You downed another shot before revealing all the dirty things he did to you.
„His tongue… his tongue did things to me that no one had ever done before. Kissing, licking, sucking, slurping, he.. he devoured my pussy“, you confessed.
„Damn girl, you’re so lucky! And then?“
„Well, after I could barely take it anymore he put on a condom and slid into me. We were just like a hot mess, breathing into each others ears, moaning, coming…“
„Is he big?“
„Hell, yes. Filled me to the brim.“
Now your friend downed a shot, managing her jealousy that way.
„But wait, why are you so down then? It sounds like he fucked your brains out. What’s wrong?“
Yoongi placed a soft kiss on the top of your head as you were laying on his chest, enjoying the after bliss.
„Was that alright?“, he shyly asked.
„That was more than alright“, you giggled. „I’m actually quite impressed.“
„With what?“
You looked him up and down, remaining silent.
„With my penis?!“
„Sure“, you jokingly mused.
„You thought it was small, huh?“
„I thought you didn’t like me“, you confessed.
„What?“, he asked shocked.
„Well, yeah. I thought you maybe saw me as a friend, but not as a lover, you know..“
„Oh my god“, Yoongi sighed before pulling you in for another kiss.
„Oh, he’s funny“, you friend nodded impressed.
„Yeah, he can be“, you replied with a sad tint to your voice.
„Y/N…“
„The sex was great, yes. But somehow I wasn’t able to connect to him emotionally. I felt as if a wall was standing between us.“
„A wall?“
„Yeah, I didn’t feel him with me there. But it totally makes sense now.“
„Is this easy for you? Building friendships?“, Yoongi asked out of the blue.
„I guess? Why are you asking?“
„It just feels like you have a lot of friends, y/n. I don’t.“
„You don’t?“
„No. Forming or rather keeping friendships is hard. Doesn’t help that I never text first, too“, he explained.
„Yeah, what’s up with that?“
„I just don’t feel the need to. Like I don’t have anything to say that would be interesting enough to text. I’m not interested in small talk either. Also, I feel like everyone is so busy nowadays, living their own lives. Who am I to interfere with that, adding more stress with my nonsense?“
It tore your heart apart hearing him talk about relations like this.
„Doesn’t it get lonely?“
„Sometimes, yeah. But I’m used to it. I like being alone, I can rely on my own.“
„See, it wasn’t because of you. He’s just“-
„Depressed“, you interrupted.
„I wouldn’t call him depressed y/n but maybe“-
„No, he is. He told me. He suffers from depression“, you explained calmly.
„He does?“
„Since he was young, something with his parents. He’s having trouble with his feelings, like truly feeling. Hasn’t cried in years. Is on meds. To him life is dull, no real lows anymore. But also no highs.“
„Wow, that sounds heavy. Can he live like that?“
„It’s the only thing that keeps him alive“, you answered flatly.
„You mean…?“, your friend stuttered.
You nodded, silently taking another shot.
„I’m okay now. I’m happy, for someone in my condition“, he explained.
Yoongi didn’t notice the few drops of tears that ran down your eyes, your empathy always got the best of you.
„That’s a brave thing to share, Yoongi.“
„Is it?“
You nodded, placing another kiss on his broad chest.
„I wouldn’t have told you about my anxiety, so yes.“
„You suffer from anxiety?“
„More or less“, you nodded.
„You told him?“
„Yeah. I was deeply touched by his openness, so I opened up myself. About my struggles in Korea, my fears, my anxiety and even the bout of OCD I suffered back in the days.“
„Y/N, wow..“
„I wish I could have said something that would have helped him or eased his mind at least, but I lacked the words“, you admitted ashamed.
„Honey, there are no words to lift depression. All you could do is listen. Don’t you think it’s telling that he opened up to you like that? I guess he trusts you a lot.“
„I’m not sure if that’s enough…“
Yoongi fell asleep shortly after your talk, still holding your hand in his. You however were wide awake, mind racing crazily.
„Yoongi, are you asleep?“, you whispered.
„Hmmm. Can’t sleep?“
„No.“
He pulled you closer and scratched your head, helping you to fall asleep faster.
„Yoongi?“
„Hmm?“, his raspy voice answered.
„Do you believe in love?“
„No.“
You felt your heart drop.
„I think love’s a chemical reaction.“
„Were you sad because of that?“
„I understood why I couldn’t connect with him emotionally. He can’t even connect to himself, how the hell should he connect with another person?“, you sighed in agony.
„Hmmm.“
„I stayed the night but couldn’t sleep at all. I kept wondering if I should try harder or leave him be, you know?“
„Both are valid, y/n. How did your date end?“
„He had to get up early to go to the studio and I slept in. Finally, I was able to sleep. But not for long as I thought of something.“
„Something?“
„I wrote him a letter.“
„A letter?“, your friend asked confused.
„I wanted to thank him for being so open. And I wanted to ease his heart, even a little bit, but what do you even say to someone in that space of mind?“
„Please don’t tell me you wrote shit like keep going onto a piece of paper with a heart next to it.“
Yoongi spent the whole day in the studio, exhausted from all the work.
Once he arrived home, he fell into his bed instantly. A smirk formed on his lips as he realized that the sheets still smelled like you.
You, who didn’t leave his mind. You, who thought he didn’t like you. How absurd.
Yoongi turned around and stumbled upon a piece of paper, neatly positioned on top of the folded shirt you had slept in.
„Hey old man, if you’re reading this, you have successfully survived your shift in the studio - yey :)
Thank you for last night (and for opening up to me). What you’re going through is really hard but you keep going and I’m proud of you for that.
Also, please text first from time to time. Even if you think you’re a nuisance I’m pretty sure that people (myself included) will be happy to hear from you.
Take care, y/n <3“
Yoongi touched his face, irritated by the liquid that was running down his cheeks.
Tears became so alien to him, that he wasn’t even able to recognize them anymore.
„Y/N“, he mumbled under his breath.
„Did you hear from him?“
You shook your head, saddened.
„Maybe he hated it and thought I overstepped a boundary or something“, you mumbled apologetically.
„But even if he hates me now, I just wanted to let him know. Because I meant every word I said, truthfully.“
