"What, you want me to praise you instead, Jeon?" Yoongi coos, power radiating through his veins as Jeongguk stops fighting against him and just slacks his body against the wall, pout prominent on his lips. "Want me to tell the whole team what a good boy you are, hm?"
Jeongguk flushes and looks away, refusing eye contact — which is more of an answer than Yoongi would have verbally gotten out of the boy.
"That's it, isn't it?" Yoongi laughs, shaking his head, "thought you just had a little crush on me s'all — didn't know you'd get this jealous from me complimenting someone else.”
"I'm not," he argues, despite the way he obviously is. "Not jealous, and I don't have a fucking crush on you — I'm a fucking adult, Yoongi."
And now that the game is reaching it's peak amount of fun, Yoongi grins, cocking an eyebrow, "then tell me, what's a better word for you wanting me to fuck you open over my desk?"
another case of wdym i already left kudos here ... i've been reading bts fanfic for too god damn long
Yoongi was only going to meet up with someone, taking advantage of the temporarily closed palace but didn't expect to end up kneeling for the king, who, though obviously older, looked exactly like him.
[ blowjobs, handjobs, hair-pulling, first time, come play, face-fucking, yoongicest! ]
He has always thought that the night time is his time of the day. Ever since he could remember himself.
And it had almost nothing to do with him being the notorious leader of a certain organization, rather with his biological rhythm, with how he felt more active and energized once the sun has set.
He was a man of certain habits and wasn't going to change them anytime soon. Hence why he arranged a midnight meeting in the middle of a sleeping city.
The palace stood before his eyes, just as royal, just as grand as in the light of the day. Usually open for local visitors and tourists, it was now closed for reconstruction, making it a perfect place to meet up undetected.
One of his many personal informants was supposed to meet him there. Yoongi checked the data sent through a safe channel and locked his phone, hiding it in his jacket pocket
It was almost time but seemed like there was noone around. Well, it happened sometimes, no big deal.
Still deciding to check the palace just in case, he moved from a room to a room, staying alert, yet still marveling at the beautiful decor and old paintings, touched with a hand of time. Where was he when this building saw its best days? Was he a commoner or was he one of the royals?
Yoongi definitely wasn't a young soul. And a thorough look into his family history hinted on his ancestor being one of the royals, but truly, it was hard to believe. So many years has passed, who knows what exactly was there now?
He entered one of what he assumed was private wing bedrooms. It was spacious and had luxurious furniture for that time. A plate next to the entrance stated it was the king's quarters and Yoongi smirked to himself.
Nowadays Agust D was the king of Seoul.
Should he build himself a palace? It wouldn't make much difference, for everyone in this area knew where their headquarters were.
While he was walking around the room something caught his attention. A tall wardrobe with an intricate pattern that ran trough the wood panels of it.
Oh, he loved furniture. He definitely should have one of those. He touched it with his fingertips and wondered: how was this made?
Yoongi opened the double doors that barely creaked, showing the piece was in good condition, or at least well kept. He followed where that pattern was going with his eyes.
It was too dark to see so he stepped inside, letting go of the both doors. He almost jumped into the air when they closed behind him and he hurried to open them again. He didn't fancy being trapped in there.
He didn't manage to do it right away, maybe because the mechanism was still old, and with a third push he all but fell out of it, landing on his hands and knees with a grunt. To his surprise, he felt a soft carpet under his fingers that wasn't there before.
The second thing he noticed was light. Soft, casting the corners in shadows. The dark, almost empty room that he was strolling just a couple of minutes ago was now lit up. Even though it was a soft kind of lighting it was still a big contrast for his eyes. He needed some time to adjust.
The third thing he noticed when his eyes stopped hurting and opened properly was a glint of a sword, aimed towards his neck. He looked up and saw a figure before him, holding the dangerous steel, dressed in the dark fabrics that flowed from the air coming off the open window.
- Name the one who sent you and your ending will be swift.
What the fuck, he knew that voice. But for that moment it rendered him speechless.
The sword raised a little, making him tilt his face up and look at the man who had him at the end of his deadly weapon. But maybe it would have been the best to not know, because it was his own spitting image that was frowning at him.
- Huh, - he uttered, still keeping the blade aimed at his neck, - Interesting.
To Yoongi it was clear the person before him was a kind of a royalty. With his, Agust's, face. Was he the king?
- Where am I? - he asked in a faint voice.
The man in flowy traditional attire smirked dangerously, showing his little teeth. Gods, he himself looked exactly like that when he did it.
- At His Magesty's King Min's private quarters. And you're still alive just because I'm curious now. Where did you think you were? If not inside my clothing space?
Yoongi audibly gulped through the lump in his throat. He was now more surprised than scared.
- At the royal palace. But it's more like a museum now.
- A museum now, - the king, obviously it was him, moved the blade and touched an array of silver hoops in Yoongi's ear, making them emit soft metal clinking.
- It all looked empty just five minutes ago. And nobody sent me. I used that place for noone goes there at night. It's a tourist attraction.
Just as he said those words he had a pinch of regret. Maybe he should have worded it better. But Min didn't seem to be phased by that.
- I have faced witchery before, - he mumbled as if to himself, - So this does not amaze me as much as it could have.
Should it somehow made Yoongi feel better? He didn't know. He didn't even think.
King Min went to pick up a chair that stood close to his enormous bed and pushed it towards the kneeling man. And then he moved the tip of his sword again, in a gesture that was hard to misinterpret.
Yoongi raised slowly, not to anger the person with a weapon, and sat on the simple looking chair. Any ounce of fear he might have had was now replaced with adrenaline. His hands started to shake.
- Nevertheless, - the king continued, - You have broken into my chambers. So you will sit there prettily and wait until I get back.
Yoongi almost growled when he saw the man so identical to him getting some ropes from the bedside drawer. He surprisingly carefully bound his new captive and then checked if it was a tight enough hold.
It was reminding him too much of all the instances where he has been tied up to the somilar chairs. Multiple times. Mostly, they ended up with fun, especially if it was Kitty who did it.
But unfortunately, Kitty wasn't here. There was noone for a while and then king Min returned with another person in tow. And holy shit if that person didn't look like his long time friend and a brilliant advisor Hobi.
- Ah, your Majesty! Nothing to worry about! - he exclaimed, seeing the sight before his eyes.
Yoongi didn't really want to listen to all the scientific nonsense, he was never very good with all of that but he was knowledgeable enough to understand, this shit happened here before and he will soon be going back home.
That there had been such instances before and the two men from joseon era nonchalantly talk about time portals like they were discussing breakfast menu. As far as Agust knew, it was an unknown fact even in modern times.
What a fucking quest.
- So you'll be gone by the morning, - the king said, coming closer to the bound man, who he was now one on one, - That's good news.
- Believe me, - he grunted, - I'm thrilled about that too.
And then the royal's face changed. It lit up with a smile so sweet, it was almost bizarre to see it on his "own" face. It's like he lost a decade and seemed more youthful, closer to what Yoongi himself was.
- Let's get to know each other then, soon as you're not here to assassinate me.
He sat on the bed, crossing his legs and setting his elbow on one of them. He was supporting his face in his palm and his long blond hair fell forward like a silver-golden waterfall.
Agust wanted to laugh at the irony. Because that would be the kind of job his team would actually take.
- My name is not important. But everyone knows me as Agust D. Twenty-eight, Pisces, enjoy classical music. Happy? - he spat out, looking like am angry kitten.
- Sassy. - the king rubbed at his chin, - I like that. I know exactly what to do to you.
He stood up and unsheathed his sword again, pointing at the younger man. Yoongi didn't even blink and all the ropes around his torso loosened, falling down his body, having been precisely cut by one swing of the blade.
- I'm quite curious to see such a younger version of me, who I can do whatever I want with and have no consequences. That's, if you don't deny your king. Hmm?
Min put the weapon away and leaned back on his arms, motioning "come here" with his finger for the other man.
Agust wasn't going to deny neither him, nor himself. He moved to brush the cut ropes off his body but was unable to move his hands. His wrists were still tightly bound and were starting to get numb.
- I can't- can't move my hands, - he uttered in a hoarse kind of voice.
- You only need your knees to get closer to the king, - the man on the bed drawled in his deep voice and Yoongi didn't think twice.
He got on his knees and crawled towards the other slowly. His mind was already getting hazy and he blamed Kitty for that, who methodically made his body learn to respond to certain submissive actions.
When Yoongi got close to the king, the older man parted his thighs, spreading his knees as wide as he could. He looked truly majestic and the younger didn't feel out of place kneeling before him.
- You have such a pretty face, - he complimented, making Yoongi blush, - I wonder if you know what I'm about to do with it?
That's where he finally realized where all this was going. He himself was hard and didn't get phased by the sight that was awaiting for him between Min's legs. The black shiny material was tenting and he rubbed his bulge, pulling on the strings of his pants.
He pulled his cock out and moved closer to the edge, touching Yoongi's cheek with the hard tip, tapping on the pink mouth that the younger opened out of habit.
- Want to fuck that doll face. Paint it with my cum. What do you think, pretty thing?
Yoongi took a sharp breath and almost coughed from how sudden it was. He didn't expect to hear anything so explicit out of the mouth of the calm and collected person that captivated him literally and maybe metaphorically too.
- And it doesn't bother you that I look so much like you? - he asked with suspicion.
- Oh, - the king leaned in, still fisting his cock, - That's actually what makes it even more entertaining.
Yoongi wanted to laugh. But he also wanted to have this experience. And noone had to know. Right?
- Feed me then, - he sassed and received an intense gaze from the elder, full of lust and fire.
Min guided his length between the parted lips and thrusted in one motion. It was warm and wet and he glided in and out slowly, gradually increasing his pace.
Lewd sounds filled the room and the king grabbed the younger's hair for leverage. He pulled on the dark strands, tugging the man onto his shaft repeatedly, doing exactly was was proposed. He fed all of his length to the younger tho, in turn, gladly took every inch.
Yoongi silently took everything he was given. He relaxed into the grasp on his hair and opened his mouth wide, feeling the cockhead penetrating his throat again and again. He watched the older man from under his eyelashes and admired how he moved his body, looking so ethereal in the soft lights of the chamber.
He almost missed the moment he pulled out and fisted his cock fast, soon releasing white ropes of come onto his face. Yoongi stuck his tongue out to get whatever he could inside and licked whatever he could reach with his tongue.
Min leaned in and helped him clean the come with his own mouth before ever so softly kissing him. The feeling of warm lips on his was surreal, the gentle moves contrasting with how harsh his face was fucked just a minute ago. His hand ran through his hair, ruffling it even more.
Then Agust was prompted to raise from his knees and his legs trembled from being in his position for so long. He tried to stay as upright as he could while the man released his wrists and rubbed at them with his long cold fingers, soothing the reddened marks.
- Come here, little one. You did so well for your king. Now it's my turn to serve you.
- I'm not little, - Yoongi grumbled, hearing the endearment but nevertheless pleased with the way he was treated, - But... I can't wait to see what the king is capable of.
He was coaxed to lay on top of the elder, who freely spread in the middle of the bed. Slowly, piece after piece he was rid of his clothes, so unfitting for the royal chambers. Min squeezed every curve of the younger's naked body, kneaded his buff pecs and biceps, pinched the pert nipples and twisted them, circled his sinched waist tenderly.
Yoongi practically melted in the strong arms of the king. His touches, his embrace felt so secure, powerful, even though the moves were now careful and slow. Soon he was straddling the half naked man, being completely bare himself with no ounce of shame.
He leaned back, watching the intricate patterns running through the ceiling and pushing onto the muscular thighs behind him with both his palms. He grinded on the thick shaft that was coming back to life underneath him, feeling its hardness against his balls. Long calloused fingers wrapped around his own girth and there were slick sounds of oil that the king lathered his cock with.
Softly, swiftly, the palms twisted on every upstroke, making Yoongi moan deeply and thrust into the welcoming grip with more and more fervor.
- Look what a cute birdie the witchery brought here, - Min murmured, - It's singing so so beautifully for me.
Agust moaned louder as he came, splashing his come all over the both of them. He then was carefully lowered onto the cool silky sheets and they felt amazing against his sweaty back.
The older man gathered whatever landed on his abdomen and belly and then mixed it with more scented oil. He lathered it all along Yoongi's entrance and prodded at it, holding both of his dainty ankles high in the air with a strong grip of his other hand.
Yoongi pawed at the sheets helplessly as his sensitive hole was prodded and thrusted into with two slicked up fingers. They would pull out slowly, circle around the rim and thrust inside fast and deep, again and again, curling just right to graze the sensitive prostate.
The grinds became more and more insistent and Yoongi grabbed the lapels of the royal gown, getting to wrap his fingers around the wrist of the hand that was literally fucking him.
- I'm- if you don't stop - please, I'm close, - he whined, crying out at every jab to his gland that was punching air out of his lungs.
- Isn't that the point though, birdie? - the king crooned and continued his movements until the younger man exploded with climax, dribbling cum on his tummy where his hard cock rested.
- Please? - Agust asked again, taking a hold of his own legs and bending them at the knees.
He hooked his arms under them and spread before the king with his face absolutely burning with shame and excitement. He was presenting for the man like he thrived to do this, pliant, ready for taking in any way the figure in power wanted.
- You want me to take you? Even after you already came twice? - Min chuckled, taking more oil and sticking up his cock, - You're such a greedy little one. But I should be hospitable to my unexpected guest. Are you ready? Yoongi-yah?
Yoongi could only nod as the sound of blood pulsing in his ears got louder. He felt both spent and aroused, wanting to be filled to the brim and fucked into that mattress. The older had similar size to him and the thought of his cock inside was making him shiver, making fire ignite in his insides.
- Spreading so well for me, - the other commented, - Keep your legs like that. Feel them while you still can.
With that kind of warning he rubbed his cockhead over the puffy ring of muscles and pushed inside, filling Yoongi's hole to what seemed like the limit, with no more space left. He nestled inside so easily like he was always supposed to be there, plugging the younger man with himself tightly.
The moment he started moving Agust cried out wantonly, loud. It was a feeling like he was being split into two but it was very welcome, painless, fulfilling. Long blond hair cascaded onto his chest and he let the strands run in between his fingers, spreading the scent of sandalwood and something floral.
- Do you like it? Wanna pull on them? - he smirked seeing Yoongi's affirmative nods, - Maybe I'll let you after I'm done with you.
The younger scrambled to hold on to anything he could reach as the king increased his pace, pounding into him with all his might. Skin slapped on skin and that sound rang loudly in his ears.
He felt himself being on the brink of his orgasm, overstimulated and wired to every touch to his body when Min stilled deep inside him and came, shallowly thrusting a dozen more times. Yoongi felt hot come filling his hole and whined as he didn't get to finish. His hand went to his cock but was slapped away right then.
- Not yet, pretty thing, behave, - the king's tone was firmer, - It's now my turn to try you out.
The younger man attempted to gather his chaotic thoughts and when he finally came to his senses and realized what exactly he had just been offered, he sat up with a grunt and pushed Min on his shoulders.
The other easily lowered himself on the sheets, spreading his hair in golden waves and passed Agust a bottle with oil. Yoongi took some of those strands, tugging at the mix of silver and gold locks teasingly.
- Have you done this before? - he asked quietly and for the first time throughout the night he saw the king's face adorned with a rosy blush.
- Well, - he shrugged his elegant shoulders, watching intently as Yoongi poured the scented liquid and parted his legs to fit between them, - There's this dancer.
- A dancer? - Yoongi raised his eyebrow in question.
- The one that I'm very fond of. We've met recently and I was about to ask him for a walk. All those affairs, you know. And I've heard some rumors... so I've been preparing myself for certain things.
- Let's open you up for that boy then, your Majesty. - Agust laughed fondly, thinking of a certain dancer of his own.
- Now you're addressing me properly, boy? - the king laughed too with his deep pleasant voice.
- Exactly now, - Yoongi replied as his fingers moved inside the tight hole.
He laid his body over the king's and got closer to his face. He guided himself in after a slow and thorough stretch, moving languidly and carefully. Min moaned through gritted teeth until Yoongi bottomed out and stilled, giving the other time to adjust.
- How is it? - he whispered.
- Mm, good. Keep going, - the king said and Agust moved, performing slow and deep thrusts.
He kissed the elder, licking along his parted lips, coaxing him to open up wider to taste him on his tongue. His hands cupped the king's face and gently thumbed at his high cheekbones.
- So good, little bird, - Min sighed into the caressing mouth, - Ah, right there!
He himself pushed his hips to meet the thick cock that stretched him so well from the inside. His crossed wrists were pinned to the bedsheets securely and he enjoyed that, not even trying to set himself free.
The long excruciating seconds he was coming untouched his body was arching off the bed, fighting the weight laying and moving on top of him. He didn't have any tme to breathe as the younger pulled out and pushed at his legs right under his knees, bending them close to the king's chest.
The action exposed his pink entrance that quivered before releasing milky trickles of come. Yoongi eagerly lapped at them, hungrily licking up everything with his tongue. Then he moved onto the front and licked the older man's cock clean before settling on top of his body again, pecking his doll like lips.
- Gods, I've never had it quite so...intense, - he breathed out, weaving his arms around Yoongi's neck.
- I'm sure that dancer boy will appreciate some experience, - the younger said, fighting the immediate urge to close his eyes and sleep the exhaustion off.
He didn't though, not right away. Not before him and the king kissed breathless, intertwining their legs and touching each other's sweaty bodies as if wanting to study every curve and line of them.
Yoongi woke up to a change of temperature. He was sure he was freezing and now something warm was thrown over his body.
He opened his eyes slowly and for a moment saw nothing but colorful spots. The dominant colours, unsurprisingly, were pink and black.
- I know you have this certain lifestyle, Agust. And that somewhere deep inside your heart you're an artist. But for the love of all good in this world, why do I find you here sleeping like a homeless man?
The voice was obviously pissed but the layer underneath it, the one only Yoongi could uncover, was laced with worry.
- Kitty, baby, - he rasped and coughed at the stinging feeling in his throat, - What is my arch nemesis doing here?
- Working. As your personal nanny. Should I bend you over my lap and spank you? Will you then call me mommy?
That woke him up quickly. He scrambled to stand up and saw Jimin in all his leather clad glory, holding out Yoongi's own gun to him.
- Finders keepers, but I'll let it slide. Take it and don't, - he looked around the room where the elder peacefully slept, sitting inside the tall wardrobe and leaning on the wood, - Sleep in weird places.
- You just need someone to kidnap and torment, am I right? - he chuckled, wrapping himself tighter in the warm quilt, - Wait, are you leaving?
Jimin turned around, obnoxiously chewing on a pink - surprise - gum and cocked his hips, adorned in a spiky belt. He looked over Agust's curled frame and dark circles under his eyes that made his scar look even more ominous.
- Any suggestions then? - maybe he'll take pity on the man who rules the city with an iron grip. Just for today.
- You said finders keepers, - he rasped, feeling how actually sore his throat was, - So do it? For now.
- For now. - the younger parroted.
- I'll be of use, - Yoongi scrunched his nose at how that sounded but then he smirked because his opponent had a too thoughtful face.
And if Kitty was thinking, there would be trouble. After last night he thought he was more ready for it than usual.
- Do not utter a single word to anyone about this, got it? - the younger threatened but it was half hearted.
He wrapped his arm around Yoongi's back and led him outside of the palace. The sun was rising, the city was waking up as Yoongi was clutching onto Kitty's muscular back, sitting behind him on his brand new motorcycle that was taking them both into a new day.
"Yoonkook please? I can't seem to find any good ones that are Top!Yoongi."
"hi! do you want pwp like a fic with just smut? or like a full story that just happens to have some top yoongi? just send in another ask to answer please :)"
Just a good fic with wait. I feel like I've read all the common ones. Thank you! 💜💜💜
hi anon! thank you for responding and im sorry it took so long to answer your ask. honestly the top/bottom thing doesnt really affect the type of fics i read, but honestly i could only remember these two fics. sorry i couldnt offer you more
the other side of earth by shadowsinsounds (E, 38k words, college and texting au, fluff and smut)
Summary: The guy was tiny, grumpy and hot, carrying an attitude like he was eight feet tall. Jungkook wanted, with a sudden furious fervor, to be pinned down and taken apart. By him.
Jungkook didn't know much, but at least he could now confirm beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was not heterosexual.
Now what?
just called to say I love you by orphan_account (E, 12k words, abo au, friends to lovers, pining, fluff, and smut)
Summary: Yoongi isn't like Jeongguk's brother's other alpha friends and Jeongguk is secretly sort of really in love with him.
Check it out on AO3 and consider supporting me on Kofi
Strawberries, Slugs and Snuggles
Every summer he visits his grandparents for a few nights accompanied by his parents and they're always his favourite nights of the year; full of home-cooked meals, late summer evenings and warm hugs. This year, however, Yoongi's been allowed to come alone for the whole summer- provided he completes all his assignments.
There's a quiet house that sits next to his grandparents home, Yoongi has never met the neighbour but that will all change this summer in quite an unexpected turn of events.
Will Yoongi be able to break down the fierce walls protecting his cold neighbour?
Baby, you make me catch fire (25628 words, 1/1, explicit)
Author: KatieOphe
Summary:
Park Jimin, new rectruit of the marines, is in the middle of his first mission when, at a bar, he meets Yoongi, a mysterious traveller with dark, feline eyes as deep as the oceans. It doesn't take long for the two of them to end tangled up together in the sheets that same night.
Imagine Jimin's surprise, but mostly quite anger, at meeting that same set of eyes the morning after, in the midst of the pirate crew he was supposed to capture.
Years later, their mutual hatred still burns stronger than ever.
Cue an endless series of bickering, fights and insults thrown between the two, with Jimin deciding to make capturing Yoongi his lifetime goal, while the pirate apparently finds a hobby in trying to rile the marine up each and every time they meet.
