summary: On set, Yoongi was your enemy but off set, he was your secret lover. 18+
prompt: y/n is the star of an action movie and Yoongi is her enemy. While they hate each other in the movie, they genuinely like spending time with each other in real life.
genre: action, angst, smut, fluff
warnings: violence, guns, fist fighting, near-death experience, swearing, unprotected sex (please be safe yall) female receiving, stimulation while being penetrated, creampie, aftercare, and feelings that can’t be said out loud.
w/c: 4k
Rating: 18+
a/n: I was initially going to post this at the very beginning of the year, but I ended up getting sick and testing positive for covid-19. (please don’t worry about me. I’m feeling much better now 😊) But a few of my followers have been asking about me since I haven’t posted in a while, so I figured I’d give everyone a quick update. I’m glad to be back and happy to be working on all of my WIPs I have planned for the month. Please everyone, social distance, wear your masks, and stay safe. Happy reading 💕
"I'm done playing games with you." Your furious words bouncing off the walls of the abandoned warehouse as the weight of your pistol points directly at the male standing in front of you. "Hand over the money, or I'll put a hole in your head," Your finger seconds away from the trigger.
Yoongi chuckles, a cocky smirk stretching across his lips. "You won't shoot me-"
BANG
Before Yoongi ever had the chance of completing his sentence, the melody of your warning shot echoes, causing a vibration of whitenoise to jolt the walls of your inner eardrums. Missing on purpose, the bullet still managed to graze Yoongi’s skin, a thin line of blood trickling down his cheek.
Yoongi snickers at your attempt to frighten him while wiping away the blood that stained his flesh. "Why waste a bullet when you could have easily taken my life?" His words oozing arrogance as his body strutted forward, emptying the gap between the two of you. "Is it because you don't have the strength to kill the man you love?" He taunts wickely, onyx eyes peering into yours.
With Yoongi being this close in proximity, the muscles in your body begin to tense, jaw clenching tightly as your sweaty hands gripped the handle of your gun. "Shut up!" You shout, not allowing him to use your emotions against you.
Yoongi observes your hesitant behavior, licking his bottom lip enticingly. "How about I make it easier, so you don't miss next time, hm." He sarcastically hums, gripping the barrel of your gun to position the weapon against the flat of his forehead. "I've done the hard part; now, all you have to do is shoot, baby girl." He mocks with the pet name he once called you.
It was at this intense moment, you begin to regret it all. Accepting a job that required your feminine charm to seduce a drug lord that just so happened to owe your client an uber amount of money. You've done it before, sleeping with the enemy only to assassinate them by morning, so why was Yoongi so different? Why was this so hard?
Was it the luxurious dates? His charming smile? Unworldly sex? You don't really remember, only knowing that somewhere along that line, loving him was no longer pretend. "I said, Shut up!" You shake your head in hopes of ridding your brain of all the useless memories that only made your job harder.
"FUCKIN' DO IT!" Yoongi shouts through clenched teeth as his grip around the barrow of your gun tightens.
Flinching with your eyes shut, your finger pulls the trigger, producing another loud bang that causes your wrist to jerk from the power of the gun. Your heart drops at the sound, and you're afraid to open your eyes, knowing the second you do, your vision will be met with your lover in a pool of his own blood.
"Fuck, you were actually gonna kill me that time, huh?"
The sound of Yoongi’s voice causes your lashes to jolt open, shocked that the man was still alive and well, standing before you. It was then you notice your weapon carrying, hand being pinned above your head. The swift bastard must have trapped you in the second before you pulled the trigger. "I have a job to do, and I won't let feelings get in the way of my mission." You announce proudly, but more so to convince yourself than anything else.
Yoongi clicks his tongue at your response. "Is that so?" Taking advantage of your pinned position, he stares your body down with an almost hungry eye. Your smooth skin glistening with sweat, large eyes that seemed to out shine the moon, delectable lips slightly parted to breathe, and a leather body suit that hugged every heavenly curve; curves he was once oh so familiar with. But, it was also in that moment Yoongi realized, despite the lustful infatuation that pulled him towards you, he'd be damned if he let anyone take his life. "I'll just have to kill you first then."
Before you could react to Yoongi's threat, his stealthy foot sweeps from under you, knocking you off your balance. Your body collides into the ground, gun sliding across the cold concrete. "Shit!" You eye down the weapon, collecting your balance once again to dart towards the object but Yoongi's headstart nearly beats you to it.
He takes the chance to reach down to grab the pistol -possibly to use it to end your life- but your survival instincts emerge, causing your body to fling forward, tackling Yoongi like a linebacker on a football field. "Son of a..." He sneers at the weight of your body straddling his waist, fist flying forward to attack his face. Blocking your attacks, Yoongi grows frustrated with how long the altercation has lasted. "Okay, baby girl, this ends now." Grunting, Yoongi uses his upper body strength to flip you, landing on your back as his heavy body pins you in.
For a short moment, Yoongi takes the time to admire your beauty. Messy hair splattered around your glistening face, chest heaving in attempt to collect your breath and cheeks an exhausted pink. "You're so fuckin beautiful..." But as soon as the soft words left his lips, a hand reached behind his back, removing a silver gun from it’s holster. “Which is why it pains me to do this.” Cocking the weapon, Yoongi presses the hold metal to your temple. "But before you go, say one last thing for me."
You struggled with all your might to wiggle yourself from under Yoongi, but his masculine weight bore you to struggle. You also attempted to reach for your gun, only half an inch away, but it was to no avail. "What?" You question back with a sneer, but not because you actually care -or maybe you do- but more so to buy you some time before your death.
Yoongi snickers, leaning in to ghost his devilish smirk over your swollen lips. "Tell me, it wasn't all fake." His jet eyes begin to soften as the pad of his thumb caresses your cheek. "Tell me, you love me."
Your heart skips a beat but not because of the adrenaline spiking through your veins, but because even after everything, the fights, the betrayal, his heavy gun pressed to your temple, you still loved him. In an ordinary world, you'd be considered a psychopath for falling for a drug lord, but you didn't live in the real world. You were a hitman, and with your busy schedule and the blood of your enemies permanently staining your psyche, there was no room for traditional romance. You convince yourself that was the reason for your undeniable infatuation towards the blonde-haired male, just a girl yearning to finally feel the warmth of love. "Go fuck yourself." It pains you to say it, but in the end, you'd rather die with pride than with the taste of affection on your tongue.
Yoongi winces at your aggressive words towards him. Despite his rugged exterior, he was capable of feelings, and he did love you. He loved you more than any woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Being in this predicament indeed penetrated his heart so deep, he doubted he'd ever recover. "That's a shame." Regaining his stern demeanor, Yoongi clenches his jaw and positions his index above the trigger. "Goodbye, baby girl." A second away from ending your life, the two of you are interrupted by a loud shout.
"CUT!" The director whistles the alarm, and the once dark warehouse illuminates with bright fluorescent lights, bringing the scene to a complete stop. "That's a wrap for tonight, folks," he calls from behind a row of cameramen. "I want everyone back on set first thing in the morning. We'll be finishing up the final scene of the movie tomorrow" The stage and camera crew breaking out in applause at the work that was completed.
With the scene finally over, Yoongi pulls himself from on top of you, kindly extending his arm to assist you up with an eyeing smirk.
"You're fuckin heavy, you know that?" You harshly joke, taking his hand to accept the offer to help you up.
"That's funny," Yoongi's voice dripped with seduction, using his strength to whisk your body into his chest. His soft lips ghosting over the shell of your ear to whisper, "You weren't complaining about my weight last night-."
"Shhh!" Your hand cups over Yoongi's mouth, shushing him before anyone could witness his handsy flirtation. "You know better than to act like this on set." You arch your brow, matter-a-factly.
Yoongi parts his lips to respond but was interrupted by his makeup team stepping on set. "Mr. Min, let's get you cleaned up and ready to go." Politely placing her hand on Yoongi's back, she guides him along before he could get a chance to say good-bye.
A slight giggle escapes past your lips as you watch Yoongi being dragged offset by his team. Your eyes begin to feel heavy for the need of rest, and your throat produces a yawn. Exhausted, you head towards the direction of your makeup team, ready to escape to the confines of your trailer for the night.
1:30 in the morning is when you're finally able to leave set and head back to your trailer for the night. Stepping out of the shower and into your silk robe, you examine your body in the fogged mirror, muscles sore from stunts -you swore to your director you didn't need a double for- and bags under your eyes being the evidence of long working hours. You couldn't complain though you loved your job, the excitement, the thrill, everything that came with being an actress, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.
A small knock at your trailer door interrupts your thoughts, wondering who it could be at an hour like this. Possibly the director wanting to go over tomorrow's scene? Curious, you peek through the blinds, but not surprised by who you see. A smile slips across your cheeks as you open the door, revealing a handsome blond-haired male standing before you. "I think you're lost." You playfully tease, pointing to the row of luxury trailers in the distance. "Your lodging is that way."
Yoongi smirks at your sarcastic facade, playing along to entertain your ploy. "No,." He quickly replies, walking up the steps to your trailer until standing directly under you. "I think I'm in the right place." His large hands slip across the silk of your robe, finding their favorite spot on your hips while seductive eyes peak at the curves of your cleavage.
"Is that so?" You question, arching a tempting brow, "So, what is an A-list Actor doing at my trailer so late into the night?" Your fingers trickle to the nape of Yoongi's neck, dancing circles across his ivory skin.
"Well." Yoongi's nose slowly dips across the curve of your neck, getting a tasteful whiff of your natural scent before his pink lips ghost over the shell of your ear. "I came to fuck my co-star."
Yoongi's daring confession causes a vibrating tingle to spike throughout your body, increasing the lustful heat growing between your thighs. Surrendering to the fervor your body craved, your plush lips crash into his, with tongues beginning to dance together in harmony. Lost in the passion, your hand locates Yoongi's collar, pulling him into your trailer, and with a swift kick, he closes the door behind him.
The actor wastes no time shoving you against the counter of your tiny kitchen, large hands fiddling with the lace of your robe. Your silk falls around you, pooling to the floor, unveiling the flawless secrets of your womanly beauty. "Fuck." Yoongi nearly growls at the sight of smooth skin, supple breasts, and voluptuous curves. "I've been waiting for this all day." He could barely finish his sentence before his hungry lips were attacking your neck, teeth nibbling and sucking the flesh while wandering hands located your nipple to tease.
"Y-Yoongi." You whimper from his touch, body arching off the counter to welcome his ardors actions. "R-remember not to bruise me, okay." If it were up to you, you wouldn't complain about the trademark evidence Yoongi liked to leave throughout your body, but things spread fast in the media. You couldn't risk a 'dating scandal'; in the middle of shooting a major motion picture movie, the press would eat you alive.
"Shit, forgot, sorry." He mutters an apology, loosening his hold on your breast and trailing succulent kisses down your abdomen. "Guess I'll just have to leave hickies where people can't see them." A flash of greedy lust shimmers in Yoongi's eyes the moment he hoists your thigh over his shoulder. His mouth nearly watering at the glorious sight before him. "So fuckin' wet for me already." Teeth sink into his bottom lip enticingly, witnessing your glistening arousal coating over your heated sex. "Makes me wanna taste it." Yoongi's crafty tongue darts out, sliding between wet folds until lapping across a sensitive bundle of nerves that causes your body to weaken.
"Fuck, Yoon...," You could barely finish your sentence as Yoongi's ambush on your needy clit caused you to fall mute. Your hand gripping onto the actor's shoulder, rolling your hips into his mouth to ride out your delectable pleasure. "M-more,"
Knowing precisely what you desired, Yoongi slowly inserts two digits deep into your soaking walls. The second he hears your breathy moan, his fingers curl at just the right angle, locating the spongy surface responsible for your g-spot. "Mhmm," You're a wiggling mess, so Yoongi uses his free hand to hold your hips in place while his mouth sucks up your clitoris once again.
"Shit~." The delicious stretch of his fingers and stimulation on your nub causes the muscles within your abdomen to tighten. With your body preparing for an orgasm, your fingers move on their own to lock in Yoongi's thick hair, guiding him to where you need most. "B-baby, c-close." Words frantically falling from your trembling lips.
Taking note of your approaching release, Yoongi stiffens his tongue, lapping figure 8s around your pink nub to send your body into overdrive. His thick fingers thrusting into your walls, producing creamy arousal that dripped onto his knuckles. Yoongi absolutely loved watching you like this, legs wobbling like jello, skin glistening with sweat, pretty lips moaning his name. He took pride in witnessing you being a fucked-out mess. His own personal, fucked-out mess. "Cum, baby."
As if on demand by Yoongi's words, the tightness within your abdomen bursts, body tensing as the magic of euphoria courses through your veins. "Y-Yoon-, fuck~" Lashes slamming shut as an assortment of circling colors rupture behind your eyelids. Your body rides out it's sinful high only for your body to fall limp moments after.
The evidence of your orgasm drips between your thighs as Yoongi carefully removes his digits from inside you. Standing to his feet, his tongue licks the last of your arousal that lingered on his fingers, always making sure your lovely juice never went to waste. "Fuckin delicious." He smirks devilishly, hungry eyes peering down at your exhausted state.
You can barely catch your breath as your hazed vision attempts to focus on the handsome man before you. His thick brow wickedly arched, jet eyes glowing with ungodly lust as the corner of his lips curls smugly. An expression that only meant Yoongi wanted more. "Ready for my dick now, babygirl?" He's quick to make haste of his shirt, tossing it someplace behind him and stepping out of the thick material of his jeans.
You gulp anxiously at Yoongi's erotic words, curious eyes trailing down the curves of his abdomen in awe as if you haven't seen his immaculate body 100 times before. "Mhm." You reply with a hum, teeth sinking into your lip while impatiently waiting for the reveal of his sturdy dick.
Yoongi chuckles at your minimalistic response, dropping his boxers to unveil the erect curve of his fat length. Stroking up the base of his impressive dick, leaning into your ear to whisper, "You know I need to hear you say it." His warm breath causes an array of goosebumps to accumulate across your skin, a delightful shiver slithering up your spine. "Tell me what you want."
Having moved between your legs, Yoongi's mushroom tip begins to tease against your folds. "I-I," Your lashes flutter as the heat of desire begins to spiral within you, as if you hadn't already experienced a powerful orgasm a few moments prior. "I want you to..." You mew, Yoongi positioned his tip at the soaking hole of your entrance, knocking you from your train of thought.
He grins smugly at your expression, always taking delight to taunting your body. "Tell me what you want me to do, or I'll stop-"
Knowing better than to keep Yoongi waiting, you nearly shout. "I want you to fuck me, Yoongi!" You sound needy, but that's beyond your worries. Your body wanted him, your aching pussy craving him, and if you had to play the part to get what you wanted, so be it.
Not giving you a second to breathe, Yoongi's fat tip thrusts into your wet core. "Fuck~" You both curse in unison, you because of the delectable stretch that made your pussy full and Yoongi due to your drenched walls tightening around his girth.
"Mhm, Yoons~." You whimper at the sting of his stretched entrance, but you absolutely love the feeling. How his dick fits perfectly snug within your walls, the throbbing of protruding veins and his oozing tip teasing at your moist cervix. You often fantasized about staying in this position forever. Having Yoongi live, deep inside you as time passed the both of you by; then again, you're also dying for him to bang your brains out. "Baby, please." You plead for him to start moving inside you.
With your tight pussy finally adjusted to his size, Yoongi's large hand's grip at your hips, beginning an easy pace in and out of your core. "Shit~" His teeth clench, hissing at the heavenly sensation of your narrow walls sucking at his length. "You're so wet and warm. Always taking my dick so well."
Your lashes begin to flutter at the sensation of Yoongi's fat tip massaging at the area of your g-spot. "All for you~." You purr, scooting as close to the edge of the counter as possible, craving for his inches to reach further inside you. "Please," With brows furrowed together beggingly, eyes screaming for him to go faster.
Observing your desperate expression, Yoongi knew it was time for him to pick up the pace. He grips at your thighs, placing your legs around his waist while positioning his hips at the angle that could explore deeper into your slit. "Ah, shhhhhit." He hissed at the pleasure, hips beginning to snap in and out of your sopping core at an autopilot speed.
Your nails pierce into the flesh of Yoongi's shoulders, holding on as he pounded into you. With your neck lulled back, your head knocks into the shelf with every swift jap he punctures in, but you don't care. Your skin is on fire, and your pretty pussy, utterly addicted to the pleasurable attack. "Feels good," You hum, eyes locking down on the pornographic scene of your creamy slick lubing Yoongi's shaft as his dick pleasantly stretches in and out of your entrance. "Wanna cum all over your pretty dick, Yoon." You plee, lips in the form of a pout.
Your whimpering need causes a carnal temptation to spike within the actor, producing the adrenaline he needed to please your every desire. "So cum, baby." His veiny hand slipping between your thighs, swiping across your clit while pounding into you.
"Oh, god," You moan—the attack on your sensitive nub precisely what you need to feel the pressure building within your core. "Fuck, baby," Your legs gripping tighter around his waist, encouraging him to keep up the speed that slammed into your cervix.
"So fuckin' wet." A throaty moan escapes Yoongi's lips, your walls sucking tightly around his girth as he fucked into you deeper. He could feel the familiar ball of tension tightening within his core, dick becoming increasingly sensitive upon the approach of his release." y/n," breath staggering in his throat as he grunts your name. "Fuck~, gonna cum soon." Glistening sweat pearling across his creamy skin, with jet eyes glossed with desire.
Your hips rock forward, matching the devilish speeds of Yoongi's thrusts as your eyes lock on him. The ends of his blonde hair paste to his steamy skin, lips, pink and swollen, and dumpling cheeks a rosy fluster. The expression in his glass orbs screamed that he was close. "Me too," you moan with arching feet and toes beginning to curl. "Cum inside,"
"Shiiiiiit," Despret to oblige your request, Yoongi continues his powerful ruts, the erotic sounds of your wet pussy guiding him. He could feel the muscles throughout his body starting to flex along with the anticipating tingle of his ballsack, begging to release its load. "B-baby I,..." His thrust becomes sloppy, and the tight grip he has on your hips causes his knuckles to whitein. He would explode any second.
Even with his body tense, Yoongi doesn't let up the massage on your clit. Only speeding his swift swipes on your throbbing nub, sending spikes of electricity zapping throughout your body. "Y-y-y-Yoon...., g-gonna~," and just like that, an euphoric explosion happens within your core, blasting you into ecstasy. "FUCK!" Your back arches, your head lulls back, and the muscles within your wet walls clench around Yoongi's dick, sucking him in for dear life.
"___, g-gonna..." With one final thrust, Yoongi's pulsing dick shoots warm coats of cum into your core. His throat releases a horse grunt, eyes rolling back, and breath getting caught in his throat ."Hmm," He hums at the peaceful feeling, the pent up stress of a long workday finally vacating his body. "Fuck, you're pussy's so good." He chuckles, eyes fluttering open to witness your sweaty body stretched out across the counter, swollen pussy leaking his creamy cum.
Your exhausted body doesn't stop a smirk from slipping across your flustered cheeks. "You're dick's so good." responding to Yoongi's complement, chest heaving for air.
A gummy grin pulls across Yoongi's lips in observance of you. Your messy hair pooled around your face, skin lushly glossed, and large dewy eyes that expressed your body's satisfaction. You meant the absolute world to Yoongi, and being with you on and off set was the best year of his life. Getting to watch you grow as an actress and putting your best foot forward every day. You were Yoongi's muse, his love. "I'll clean you up." He runs a paper napkin under the warm fouset, placing the dampness across all the places between your thighs he left a mess.
You watch Yoongi in awe with your heart fluttering in your chest. It was clear the growing spark between the two of you was more than just sexual tension. You saw the way he'd sneak cute glances at you on set, how he'd be the first one to make sure you were alright after an intense stunt. You want to confess that you love him, that he meant more to you than just a person to fuck. But, the time wasn't right. The two of you still had a job that needed to be done. "Hey." Your small voice, grabbing Yoongi's attention. Instead of saying, I love you, you say, "Good luck on set tomorrow."
However, Yoongi finds the truth in your soft eyes, making it clear you held the exact same feelings that he harbored to himself for the past year. "Yeah," There wasn't a need for him to say much; he knows that you know the truth of his heart. "Good luck to you too."
Summary: Yoongi’s always been secure in his relationship with you, but what happens when
you and your childhood friend, Jin, start spending a little too much time together after he moves
in next door?
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, possessive dom Yoongi, subby reader, light choking, marking,
oral(fem rec), unprotected sex(don’t do this pls), spanking, pregnancy mention,
A/n: Thanks to @bangtansmauyeondan for this request! I had a lot of fun writing this one, it got
away from me and came out a lil more fluffy than angsty tho. I hope you like it!
Masterlist
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Yoongi quietly let himself in the front door, a sigh of relief slipping out involuntarily as the familiar
scents and sounds of your home filled his senses. Your favorite scented candle, the faint hum of
the washing machine down the hall, Holly’s tiny snores from his napping spot on the couch.
Tiredly making his way through the house, he finally felt himself relax as he found you in the
kitchen, coming up behind you as you were washing ingredients for dinner and wrapping his
arms around your waist tightly, tucking his face into the juncture between your neck and
shoulder.
“Hi.” He mumbled.
“Hey.” You giggled, turning enough to connect your lips to his in greeting, grinning at his tired
expression. “Long day?”
“Mhm.” He hummed, rubbing face against the material of your shirt. “How was your day?”
“Pretty good, I went with Jin to help him pick out some new things for his place.” You said,
missing the way Yoongi’s body tensed ever so faintly against yours, his mouth twitching down
into a grimace.
Jin was an old friend of yours from school, whom he’d met once or twice over the years and
who seemed like a really nice guy, but since he had moved in next door to the two of you,
Yoongi had found himself disliking him more and more.
There was nothing wrong with him really, he was polite, funny, charming, you loved spending
time with him.
Actually, that was what was wrong with him.
Yoongi had never really been the clingy type or easily jealous, it was something he had rather
prided himself in, knowing that the two of you had complete faith and trust in each other. Which
is why you hanging out with your old friend shouldn’t have bothered him so much, and originally
it didn’t.
But then one afternoon had turned into another, and another.
Yoongi knew deep down that there was nothing to worry about, you and Jin were just friends,
but he couldn’t help his growing sense of unease. It was starting to feel like you were spending
more time with Jin than with your own husband.
As if to prove his point, your phone suddenly pinged next to you on the counter, the screen
lighting up to show a text from Jin, followed by another, and then another.
Thanks again for today
I had a lot of fun
Yk I’d have been lost without you, lol💙
It was an insignificant little thing, but that little emoji caused something inside of Yoongi to snap.
Before you could even glance at your phone, Yoongi had spun you around, pinning you between
him and the sink, his hands tightly gripping your waist.
He crashed his lips against yours, swallowing your muffled whimper of surprise. Immediately his
hand came to wrap around the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer.
You pushed back, gasping for breath. "Babe, what-”
"Come. Here." Yoongi's eyes bore into yours, almost black with lust, silencing any argument
from you.
You went lax in his hold, allowing him to close the gap between you again, kissing you with all
the passion he could muster.
He nipped at your bottom lip, making you gasp and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue
into your mouth, letting out a huff of satisfaction as he tasted you, tangling his tongue with yours.
As he roughly kneaded the soft flesh of your hip with one hand, the other slid from the back of
your neck around to rest against your throat, squeezing just enough to make you let out a
whimper, the sound muffled by his mouth still firmly glued to yours.
Yoongi pushed you up onto the counter, your legs spreading enough for him to slot between, his
mouth only leaving yours to continue his assault on your neck, licking and sucking at the
sensitive skin and making you mewl as he ground his hardening length against your clothed
core.
"I thought- thought you were tired?" You panted, struggling to catch your breath.
"Don’t care, need you." He groaned, sucking harshly on the spot below your ear that made your
mind go hazy.
As his hands began to fumble with your shirt, your phone rang beside you on the counter, Jin’s
name illuminated on the screen, making Yoongi’s blood boil.
Before you could ever process what was happening, Yoongi had grabbed the phone and
accepted the call.
“We’re fucking busy right now.” He growled, hanging up and slamming the phone down on the
counter again.
“Y-Yoongi, what the-” Your words were cut off by his mouth on yours again.
“I’ll make you forget his fucking name.” He swore, dropping to his knees in front of you.
He shoved your skirt up, yanking your underwear to the side before diving straight into your
dripping cunt.
He groaned at how soaked you already were for him, dragging his tongue between your folds
up to your clit to collect your arousal, his motions rapidly becoming hungrier, greedier, lapping
you up like a man starved
"F-fuck, Yoongi!" You moaned out, the onslaught of sensations too much for your mind to keep
up with.
You laced your fingers through his dark hair as you began to buck your hips against his skilled
tongue, your motions becoming synchronized.
Yoongi steadied himself by grabbing onto your thighs, letting you grind on him, use him for your
pleasure.
You looked down to see his eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration as he worked his
mouth against you, the sight enough to cause the tension deep inside you to wind painfully tight,
threatening to snap.
“Y-yoongi,” You gasped, your vision blurring at the edges. I’m-”
"Cum for me, Baby. Let go."
Like a command whispered into your bones, you unraveled almost
instantly. Yoongi pressed his face closer onto you, letting you ride out your orgasm on his
tongue until you slumped back, exhausted.
You’d barely come down when he was standing and pulling you down from the counter.
“Bedroom, now.” He growled, the way he looked at you setting your skin on fire.
He wrapped his arms around you, propelling you towards the bedroom, his lips never straying
from your skin for more than a moment.
Once in the bedroom, he pushed you down onto the bed, climbing over you and connecting his
mouth with yours again.
Pulling away to roughly remove both of your clothes, Yoongi’s eyes never left you, his gaze
hypnotic like a predator with its prey, wanting to tear you apart and consume you entirely,
causing you to squirm beneath him.
Now laid bare before him, Yoongi claimed his place between your legs, squeezing the soft flesh
of your thighs as he did so.
"So pretty, and all mine.” He hummed, spreading your legs even further apart. “Mine. Isn’t that
right?"
"Yours, only yours, Yoongi." You agreed, your head still spinning from your last high. “Please.”
He positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, but didn’t push in yet, choosing instead to
tease you by just tapping it against you, making you twitch in need. "Tell me you want it, Baby,
wanna hear you say it."
"Please, Yoongi. Fuck me, please. Need to feel you." You begged.
He’d always been so good at this, making you desperate for him, your pleas sending blood
rushing straight to his cock.
"Good girl." He pressed into you with the last word, causing you to let out a borderline
pornographic moan, eyes rolling bad in your head.
He quickly set a brutal pace, pounding into you relentlessly as he gripped your waist, your body
jolting with every thrust, your hands clutching at his forearms for stability.
"Tell me you're mine." He panted out.
"I'm yours, Yoongi, all yours." You gasped out, you pussy clenching around him as you spoke,
making him almost dizzy with need.
“Who’s making you feel this good? Who’s the only one that makes you like this?” He huffed.
But the way he was pounding into you was causing your mind to drift away, floating somewhere
in the stratosphere until he brought you back down to earth and him with a firm slap to your ass.
“Say it!” He demanded.
“Yoongi!” You cried out, the sharp sting of pain blending with pleasure bringing tears to your
eyes.
“Say it again!”
“Y-yoongi!” You sobbed.
He picked up his pace, well aware that the bedroom windows were open, but he couldn't care
less. He needed to hear your pretty moans as you begged for him, he needed the world to hear
it.
"Mine. My baby.” He groaned. “Fuck, ought to cum in you, get you pregnant, make sure
everybody knows you’re mine.”
You broke at his words, shaking in his vice-like hold as your second orgasm crashed over you.
Feeling you come undone, squeezing his cock so hard he couldn’t breathe, sent him over the
edge, his hips losing their rhythm as he collapsed on top of you, spilling deep inside your
twitching heat.
Silence fell over the room, broken only by you and Yoongi’s shaky breaths as you tried to collect
yourselves.
“Are you okay?” He asked quietly, his softening length still nested inside of you, gently stroking
your hair. All of the earlier roughness and aggression was nowhere to be seen as he looked
down at you softly, almost apprehensive.
“Yeah, are you?” You asked, voice now slightly hoarse.
“Mhm,” He nodded, tracing his fingers over the curve of your shoulder.
He carefully moved off of you, moving to lay next to you before pulling you gently to his chest.
You waited a few moments before asking. “You wanna tell me what brought all that on?”
He let out a breath. “It’s dumb.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” You said, giving him a look as you waited for him to explain.
“It’s just-” He sighed. “You and Jin.”
You frowned. “What about me and Jin?”
“Nothing, you’ve just… You’ve been spending a lot of time together lately. And he’s nice and all,
but… it’s just, you spent all day with him, and then he keeps fucking texting you.” He brought an
arm up to cover his eyes as irritation began to bubble up in his stomach at the memory. “I don’t
know.”
“I didn’t know it bothered you that much.” You said quietly.
“It doesn’t,” He said, too quickly. “At least, not usually. I just...”
You sat up, turning to look at him properly.
“Yoongi, look at me,” You said softly. “Please?”
He let his arm fall away from his face, cautiously meeting your gaze.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel jealous. I like spending time with Jin, but my friendship
with him could never even remotely compare to how much I love you.” You said, caressing his
face. “You’re all I want forever.”
His heart stuttered as you leaned closer, pressing the softest of kisses to his swollen, love
bruised lips.
It was almost funny, after everything that transpired in the past hour, the simple act of you
kissing him was what made him feel the most unsteady.
You were his world, he couldn't imagine his life without you, or rather didn’t want to. He knew
what it looked like, flat, bleak, nothingness.
You were what made life livable for him. Without you, it would just be surviving, and he’d had
enough of that before the two of you met.
Drawing you back down to him, all his earlier insecurities faded out like a distant memory. The
reassuring feeling of holding you in his arms, you sighing contentedly against his chest, was
everything he needed and more.
“I love you.” He said, almost too quiet to hear.
“I love you too.” Your sleepy reply was the last thing he heard before he drifted off.
Summary: Going camping with your best friends seemed like a brilliant idea when you initially made the plans. But when you harbor secret feelings for one of them, what will become of you being close confined for three months? Trouble, that’s what.
Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female, “Y/N”)
Other characters: Jimin, Jungkook, Teahyung, Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin.
Genre/AU: Best friends to best friends with benefits to lovers, non idol!au, camping!au, roadtrip!au, mechanic!Yoongi, humor, slight angst, smut and fluff
Rating: mature/explicit/R18
Word count: TBA (currently still writing it)
Warnings/tags: will be tagged for each individual chapter. But it does contain smut, almost in every chapter (not the first though).
Taglist: The taglist is open, and you can write a comment if you want to be tagged when a chapter drops 🙂
Status: Ongoing!
Author's note: Remember, I'm still currently writing it, so I won't post regulary, it will probably be sporadic (as soon as I've finised writing a new chapter). But when a chapter teaser is posted, it means that chapter is dropping in the next week (or max two). I really hope you like it, please let me know 🙂
🍃 Chapter 1
Word count: 11,9K
Summary: As exhaustion and stress threaten to consume you and your friends at work, Yoongi comes to the rescue with an enticing proposal: a collective vacation—a friendcation. Amid the backdrop of breathtaking landscapes and shared adventures, your feelings for him only deepens more. Yet, his lingering gaze holds secrets you can't ignore, leaving you to wonder if it conceals something deeper—an unspoken connection that may forever alter your friendship.
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🍃Chapter 2
Word count: 12,7K
Summary: When you get a flat tire, you think it’s bad luck, but when you fall flat on your ass and Yoongi offers to massage the pain away, has your luck finally turned? 😜
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🍃Chapter 3
Word count: 11,4K
Summary: When you and Yoongi visit his family in Daegu, and he introduces you as his friend, it rubs you all kind of wrong. But what are you even to each other, other than best friends with benefits?
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🍃Chapter 4
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🍃Chapter 5
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🍃Chapter 6 [finale]
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☆summary: when working on a collab together makes you and Min Yoongi seek comfort with the other, you discover there’s more to life than loneliness. Only, hurdles mark your path in Min Yoongi’s life, and it’s unclear what the outcome will be. Will you be destroyed by him and his world, or will you learn to reign over it, together with him?
☆pairing: Min Yoongi x singer female reader
☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI)
☆genre: work collaborators to lovers, idol!au, smut, angst, fluff
☆warnings: alcohol, cursing, OC has family problems similar to those Yoongi went through, financial insecurity, loneliness, cheating but not cheating because they are on a break, sexist interviewer, explicit content: grinding, dom!reader, switch!Yoongi, big dick!Yoongi, oral sex (male and female receiving), jerking off, face riding, tits/nipples play, hickey, fingering, protected sex, choking, clit play, denied orgasms (due to consensual drunk sex), fingering, mentions of anal sex, handcuffs, anal plug, anal fingering
☆word count: 34.9k
☆a/n: it’s so weird to post something other than The Forgotten Spaces :’) I hope you’ll still enjoy this! As per always, thank you to @moonleeai for her incredible work as my beta reader! You’re the best <3
☆Read the other installments in the Life Goes On series here!
╰►Warnings: language, dom!Yoongi, unprotected sex, masturbation (f and m), clit slapping, biting, Yoongi...just Yoongi….think that is it
╰►Wordcount: 12k
Summary: An arranged marriage is never good news, you're going with it because you don't know what else you could do. But he makes it so easy to love him that you cannot resist it, no matter how much you try.
A/N: this was a (drabble mind you) request i got ages ago, and i am soo sorry for not posting it earlier, it's been written since mid August. I've been faffing about, and i am so sorry for this :( I do hope that the story itself is enough to make up for it! I am really sorry! Thank you @sunshinekims and @hobipaint for being amazing betas! You're literally savers! and to @notyouroppar for being the perfect shadow beta
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‘I hate you, I hate you for how hopelessly in love you make me feel, I hate you for how lonely I am when you are not around, I hate you for forgiving me this easily.’
‘It’s time to give yourself permission to love.’
“I love you.”
Those three words were uttered with so much emotion, you felt it vibrate through you. The man stood in front of you, your future husband, the man gazing at you with endless affection. He broke his promise. By vocalising those three words, seemingly simple words, he violated the pact you two made in the beginning. But you were a person of your word. You did what you promised you’d do back then. You walked away.
“I want to introduce you to your fiancée.” Your father’s stern voice while entering his study shook you to your core. You had been waiting to meet him for a while; after his secretary had called you in so urgently. Thinking it was something serious, you rushed out of your meeting and straight into his office - only to discover he was not there. Deciding to wait, you sat at his desk with your legs crossed, playing with the penholder. When his booming voice woke you up from your daydream, you jumped up, stumbling into his desk. With a pained look in your eyes from jabbing your ankle into the desk, you muttered a greeting. “Y/N, sit up straight, I don’t want another child as an embarrassment.” Your father berated you. “Your fiancée should be here at any moment,” he announced simply as he replaced you at his desk. Your mind was still in a haze from the pain, but before you could register the words a knock at the door interrupted you.
“Sir, there’s someone here for you.” His PA’s voice was muffled by the door only to become clearer as the door opened. Expecting to see the older woman your dad hired, you were taken aback to discover that behind the door stood a man. A man you could recognise anywhere, a man whose face was everywhere. You opened your mouth, your intentions to tell him to leave, yet no words would come out.
“Ah, Yoongi, please come in!” Your dad’s cheerful greeting had you just as surprised. You remembered sitting at the dinner table, a few months back, your father’s rant about the audacity of New Money as he liked to call them, being the only conversation allowed. You remembered hearing the name Min Yoongi uttered along with curses more than once. To see your father not only bring said New Money in, but also greet them so cordially was beyond your comprehension.
You weren’t being superfluous when you said you saw him everywhere. As the newly appointed heir to his father’s law firm, his face was plastered on every magazine, every TV screen, every newspaper and even in adverts; all for the world to gawk at. If you were to be honest with yourself, you had stared at him on TV more than once, his soft looks combined with his cold personality were characteristics you found extremely attractive.
Then you met him at a few galas you both happened to be invited to. Looking for a chance to stave off the boredom, you accepted the first invitation to a dance that you received. Thus you found yourself face to face with the heartthrob of the decade, Min Yoongi. You barely shared any words during the first dance. But the first turned into second, turned into third, and before you knew it you’d both started to converse. Topics were kept to respectful ones, ones deemed for a gala as neither of you forgot what your positions in society were. That night you parted ways with a small smile towards each other, and a cordial goodbye. You decided that you wouldn’t mind seeing him again, until you reached home, and your father who had been watching you like a hawk reminded you who Min Yoongi was and how much your household despised New Money.
“Daughter, this is Min Yoongi, as you know.” Your father’s warning underlied the amiable tone of his voice. He was telling you to not make a scene, to do what you’ve always been taught to do in situations like these, smile and nod. Without skipping a beat you did exactly that.
“I am aware.” You turned to Yoongi and nodded in his direction. “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” You stuck your hand out in greeting expecting him to take it instantly and shower you with compliments, as most of the other suitors your father presented you to would do. However, Yoongi’s detachment as he gripped your hand and shook it, surprised you.
“Likewise.” Yoongi’s voice matched the coldness of yours. Instead of pleasantries, it seemed like you were sealing an investment deal. In a way, you may just as well have viewed it as such.
You felt the weight of your father’s eyes, watching you every move and subconsciously you stiffened up, your back as straight as a pin. If Yoongi noticed the shift in your handshake, he didn’t mention it. Instead he let go of your hand and bowed his head to your father. You watched the exchange between the two. the manner in which they greeted each other raised alarm bells in your head.
“Yoongi my boy, it’s been a while since I’ve spoken to your father.” Your dad’s amiable tone made you raise an eyebrow. A complete contrast to how he acted when he spoke about said man something didn’t sit quite right with you. “Thank you for accepting to come here today.” Your dad offered Yoongi a seat, to which he politely refused.
“You don’t have to thank me, Sir. I have done what I should have a while ago.” Yoongi’s voice didn’t mirror your father’s in the slightest. His calm and collected voice betrayed nothing of his feelings. You took your time to observe him, your ears tuning out the conversation between the two men in the room. His dark hair accentuated the paleness of his skin and his royal blue silk shirt and black dress pants fitted him like a glove. His features were soft, softer than you remembered, and you amused yourself at the thought of him being a ruthless lawyer.
“Apologies for not being able to come greet you sooner, I have been away on a business trip.” Hearing the word business you jolted out of your thoughts, your gaze catching Yoongi’s. You not only realised you were caught staring but you knew by the burning feeling of your cheeks that your blush was entirely visible to him. Hurriedly thinking of a way to escape the situation you remembered you had meetings you postponed.
“Father, I have a board meeting in a little bit. If that is all, I will take my leave.” You waited with bated breath for your father’s response. His cold eyes made you nervous as if he would be able to see right through your lies. When he stiffly nodded at you, his eyes spoke of his displeasure but you didn’t wait any longer than necessary before you made your way out of his office, your eyes trailing towards your newly announced fiance.
“Min Yoongi, it was my pleasure, hopefully we’ll get a chance to discuss soon.” You added politely as you made your way to the door.
“Y/N, the pleasure was all mine.” The mischievous glint you could read in them made your blush deepen as you closed the door behind you. He knew you were lying.
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When your phone rang and the screen flashed the name of your sister you didn’t hesitate to answer. She may have been estranged by your father for making the wrong choices, but she will always be your youngest sister, and you will always look out for her.
“Y/N!” Her elated voice immediately put you on guard. She rarely called- as much as you wanted to say your relationship was a loving one despite your family’s aversion, that wasn’t the case. Whenever she called, it was either to get information or to complain. To hear her so happy immediately made you suspicious of her intentions. You decided not to answer her greeting, your brain going through every possible scenario of how this conversation was going to go.
Not like she listened to you, without missing a beat or questioning your silence she continued. “I heard the good news,” she crooned, the way she emphasised it made you furrow your brows. It was clear it wasn’t a call to exchange sentiments.
“What good news?” You kept your voice as neutral as possible, waiting until the opportune moment to try and shut her down. If she suspected at any point- you’ve already become accustomed to her mood swings- she would kick up a fuss. You could hear rustling in the background and you knew immediately she was probably still in bed with her new flavour of the month next to her. Your youngest sibling has always played on the promiscuous side, showing no intentions to ever stop.
“Your lovely marriage, well —“ She paused and you could readily imagine her smug countenance. “Shall I say, engagement.”
You didn't know how she got news of your engagement so quickly, and you didn’t think you wanted to know. Your sister always had ways of getting information from thin air, especially when it dealt with family affairs. “Thank you Hana.” Keeping your responses short in hopes that she would get straight to the point, you settled yourself at your desk waiting for her next move.
Her chuckle and muffled words indicated she covered the receiver, probably to talk to her boytoy. You rolled your eyes, her audacity had stopped amazing you years ago when she announced loud and proud she was about to leave the country with her then boyfriend. Sighing, you called out her name, “Hana, if you could please get to the point, I have other things I need to do.” The rustling and giggling in the background didn’t stop for a few moments and you heavily contemplated ending the call.
“Like what? Go pretend your marriage is real?” Her sudden snarl in the receiver took you aback. Before you could retaliate she carried on, “There isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for this shit of a family, isn’t there, Y/N?”
You could feel the anger rising, the will to give into it too strong. But you knew that as soon as you did that it would be game over for you. Hana would’ve won and you would’ve lost. As much as you loved your sister, you heavily disliked what she had become.
“I know you, Y/N. You never do anything for yourself.” She said, and you could almost visualise the self satisfied smirk on her face. Seething with anger you wanted to tell her she wasn’t right, to prove her wrong. But she was on point, she was always right.
“What do you want?” You said impatiently, the quicker you ended the conversation the better it was for the both of you. You wouldn’t end up saying something you’d regret. The pregnant pause that followed made you uneasy. It only meant trouble.
“That my dear Y/N, is a very good question. I want you to divorce.” Her preposterous proposal made you snort out loud. Hearing her protests at your reaction you decided to put an end to the conversation.
“Hana,” You couldn’t help but stare at the draft that was open in front of you. The title, ‘Marriage agreement’ glared at you and you took a deep breath before continuing. “First of all, there is no divorce, I am yet to be married. Second of all, what makes you think I would listen to you?” The cursor hovered over the x mark and without a second thought you pressed it. Hana went quiet, no doubt thinking of a way to rope you into her absurd plans. Taking this opportunity to start gathering your belongings, the shadows cast throughout the room signalling late hours in the afternoon. Pressing the speaker button on your phone you placed it on your desk still awaiting Hana’s response. When it finally came you had to take a moment to redress yourself, not having expected to hear the information that she offered.
“Do you really want to get married to my ex?” Her voice was neutral, giving nothing away. To say you were shocked at the revelation would be an understatement. But then again, you didn’t know Min Yoongi at all –or your sister for that matter.
You felt the telltale signs of anxiety creeping up your spine once more and you bit your lip to prevent yourself from giving anything away. Your sister was like a shark; as soon as she smelt blood she’d attack. “So he’s your ex, interesting.” You sounded so impassive you could’ve given yourself a medal. “Was it his money?” Your hands involuntarily reached for the mouse once more, and without hesitation you reopened the only file visible on your desktop.
“Of course it wasn’t. His father’s company has been walking the plank for a long time now, I am surprised dad has agreed to this preposterous arrangement to begin with.” Hana scoffed and you could envision her signature roll of the eye; something she did so often it was a surprise how she hadn't strained them. “It was -”
“I don’t really care to know.” You interrupted her harshly before she could go down a memory lane you didn’t want to come along with. “Just get to the point of this call,” Your patience was running thin and you had very little for your sister to begin with. Staring at the document once more, the words already ingrained in your mind you pointedly added, “I have other things to do than pretend to catch up with my estranged sister.”
Her incredulous laugh made you bristle but before you could end the call you caught the tail end of a sniffle. You paused, you’ve never seen Hana cry, but if the sounds on the other end were of any indication, she was close to hysterics.
“Y/N, I loved him.” The sound of her broken whisper would’ve touched your heart, but you quickly remembered this was you conniving sister. She could be faking it, but she could be not. “And he only used me for my money.” You bit your lip, the news not entirely foreign to you. More than once there have been occasions when you’d have to break up with your partners because of that same reason. Even if you may have been sympathetic towards her own feelings you didn’t let it show. Instead you chose to protect yourself.
“Well, he clearly didn’t need your love. Or mine for that matter.” Hitting print on the document you watched as it materialised on paper as it came out of the printer. “Don’t worry, I want this marriage as little as you do.” Without letting her add another word in you ended the conversation. You had other phone calls to make.
Biting your lip you scrolled through your contacts before you realised you didn’t have Yoongi’s number. Thinking of a solution you bit your lip. The name of your wedding planner flashed at you and without a second thought you pressed the call button.
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“This is not going to happen.” You nodded determinedly, certain that your plan was faultless. You could see a hint of surprise behind Yoongi’s eyes, before his expression fell back into a calculated one. Hands interlocked under his chin he leaned in, his elbows touching yours.
“And pray tell, why is this,” he motioned to the piece of paper on the table. “Going to work?” To say he was surprised would be an understatement. He never thought you’d come up to him with a contract. Of all things he thought you capable of, drafting up a contract that forbade any feelings between the two of you was not something that’s ever crossed his mind.
You faltered. His voice sounded dark and ominous: ruthless. Your brain scrambled to find an answer, reminding yourself that this wasn’t any different than the deals you presented to your investors. With that in mind, your body instantly bristled and you took an offensive stance. “Because, it is the best option the both of us have. Neither of us wants to be in this marriage.” You avoided his eyes, knowing full well that you might find something there you didn’t want. “Plus, it’s the safest way to protect ourselves.” You cleared your throat, not liking one bit how his presence intimidated you. Not used to such a strong response as no one’s ever dared to question what you said- except your sister, that is, you felt yourself backing down into your shell.
Yoongi silently observed you for a few seconds, his eyes taking in the way your shoulders slumped slightly. He could tell you were on the retreat, he could see it in the way your eyes avoided his, he could tell by the way the corner of your mouth was slightly upturned. He knew you were uncomfortable with his direct questions but he refused to back down. Knowing very well your conviction was not self-inflicted, he wanted to get to the bottom of this situation. Finally after a few moments of awkward silence he decided to respond to you.
“Protect ourselves from what Y/N?” He tried to suppress a smirk at the way you stared at him, mouth agape. You weren’t expecting to be interrogated on this decision. Having hoped that Yoongi would be against this marriage as much as you have been, you thought he would readily agree to your conditions. To have him play this game with you was unnerving and it threw you off.
“Why are we playing 20 questions now?” You narrowed your eyes at him. You gathered that if you were to even come close to winning in this situation you needed to change your tactic. Even if inside you were more than baffled, you would not let it show. You needed to stay on the offence and not let your guards down. “I thought you wanted this as little as I did.” At his small nod you huffed. “Then why are you refusing to sign this?” Slamming your hand down on the papers you resisted the urge to wince. You hadn’t intended on using so much force, both with your action and your words. Something in the way he looked at you brought out all the internal struggles you’ve been trying to hide.
Taking a deep breath in you decided to let the shoe drop. “How about we start with the fact that your dad’s company is on the verge of going bankrupt?” You stared pointedly at him waiting to see what his reaction would be. A raised eyebrow was the only indication of surprise at your words, a gesture which spurred you on. “Great, moving on from that, how about the fact that I don’t trust you?” You once again paused to allow him to retaliate, when he remained impassive you sighed in aggravation. Biting your lip you leaned back calculating your next move.
Yoongi stared at you, waiting for your last jab. The reasoning you’ve given him until then was valid, but easily refutable. The rhythmic thrumming of your fingers on top of the documents amused him. “Lastly, how about the fact that you dated my sister?” There it was — the other shoe. Yoongi couldn’t hold back his smile any longer.
“What are you trying to say Y/N?” His voice was cool and collected, a complete contrast from your defensive one. It irked you that you didn’t know anything that could make the man in front of you tick. You’ve always liked to have the upper hand no matter what the circumstances, however, in this game, it looked like you’d have to work harder to get there.
You silently regarded him, deciding whether or not you should carry on prodding. You wondered if his relationship with your sister meant anything, if he actually cared about her. Before you could let that thought bloom, you snapped out of your daze knowing that it was a dangerous path you were heading towards. “What I mean is,” you leant back crossing your arms as you crossed the politeness line you’d both held onto. “You dated one, and are set to marry another. Your father’s company is not in a good place. Can you connect the dots? Surely you’re not that incompetent.” You fought the urge to smirk at the way his jaw clenched. Barely noticeable, but you noticed it before he schooled his expression once more into the collected one he wore before. Gotcha.
“Dating your sister,” Yoongi had to take a deep breath in to stop himself from sharing too much information. He knew the game, he played it once with Hana. And he lost miserably. “Has nothing to do with this.” He pointed in between the two of you, leaning further onto the table, his scorching eyes pinning you to the spot. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, the heat of his stare burnt holes in your skin. Biting your lip in nervousness, you didn’t miss the way his eyes followed the movement, the tip of his tongue peeking out as he licked his bottom lip. It was something he did often, a habit that had you staring at his plump lips more than once.
You quickly averted your eyes before you could get caught in a compromising situation. “Then what is this?” You mimicked his actions, pointing in between the two of you. “I can’t see what else it can be.” Your refusal to back down only fueled Yoongi’s amusement. Lazily he reached out a hand towards yours and your breath hitched, only to sigh quietly when he didn’t touch you. Instead, he took a hold of the papers pulling them from underneath your hand. His eyes skimmed over them and the silence that enveloped you put you on the edge. You may have been prepared, but you didn’t know what you’d do if he refused to sign it. You couldn’t break the marriage regardless of what your sister thought, she may have been happy to cross your father but you were not.
Yoongi’s call for the waiter brought you back to your senses. Snapping out of your daze you looked at him in confusion, thinking he was asking for the bill. When he only asked for a pen your frown deepened. “Don’t worry, Y/N.” His voice held hints of laughter in it, “I am not planning to run away.” He looked at you pointedly and you fought the urge to squirm in your seat; he made you nervous. “I’m not good at running, but –” He put the papers on the table and bent over, the tip of the pen producing an elegant signature as he lazily scribbled. As he finished he glanced at you from under his eyelashes, the amusement still gleaming in his eyes. “Perhaps you could teach me.”
You rolled your eyes, he had the wrong person if he thought you were the type to flee. Biting back a remark you silently reached for the papers, thoroughly checking his signature was in the right places before you placed them in your bag. Calling the waiter once more, you ordered another coffee before you turned back to him. “Now that is out of the way –“ Before you could continue something caught your attention and you swore under your breath. Looking around, Yoongi spotted the woman in a pencil skirt with a big folder stacked under her arm and smiled.
“Indeed, now that our marriage annulment is out of the way, it is time to actually plan said marriage.” His gaze caught yours, his statement making you realise the irony of it all and before you could stop yourselves, you both started laughing.
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The array of flowers you both had to go through could only be topped by the amount of tulle you rejected on each of the dresses your planner presented you with. Each time her suggestion would be more preposterous than the other. You shook your head so many times, the disgusted look never leaving your face that you were afraid you got whiplash from it. “For the last time, no. I would look like a walking bouquet if I wore such a dress!” You were getting more and more aggravated, your head was starting to pound and your feet ached.
The wedding planner stared at you not even bothering to hide her irritation. You must’ve tried on at least a dozen dresses, and each of them were promptly rejected by you. “Yes, Y/N! A flower! The most beautiful one out there!” Resisting the urge to curse at her you huffed and prepared to walk back into the dressing room to try on the other hundreds of dresses, when something caught your eye.
There, at the back of the rack stood the most inconspicuous of dresses, one that instantly called out to you. Not heeding the seamstress or your planner, you rushed to pick it up. “I am going to try this one, and after this, we are done.” You stared at your wedding planner daring her to disagree with you. After going through it personally, you now knew what made someone a bridezilla. It wasn’t that the person magically became like that, but the amount of planning and the nagging of the organisers was enough to drive someone up the wall.
The dress was the best one out of all of them yet, you didn’t fall in love with it, no. It wasn’t like you have seen in the movies, you didn’t cry. It was a dress that suited you and you felt good in, and without a second thought you walked out of the dressing room to voice your opinion.
“Wow, never thought I would see the day when you’d be dressed in something else but office wear.” Your sister’s voice made you stop dead in your tracks. Sat on the sofa in front of the dressing room, her hand lazily holding a glass of champagne she whistled. “You look good sister.” After taking a sip of the bubbling liquid she stuck the glass out towards you. You were speechless, her appearance an unexpected situation. You shook your head refusing her offering before you picked up your skirts, ready to head back into the dressing room to change.
“So rude, I thought you’d want to show some affection towards your sister.” She muttered under her breath and you couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh.
“A sister that barely shows her face unless there is something that she needs.” You pinned her with your gaze. “So what is it that you need now? Money?” You could see the nervous twitch of her lip and you smiled triumphantly. You got her. “Because if it is money that you need, you won’t get it from me. You may just as well ask father.” Your tone was neutral, but your smile said otherwise. You both knew your father would not indulge her. Not waiting to hear her response you walked towards her and grabbed the glass of champagne out of her hand. “Now if you are done with wasting my day please see yourself out. I will send you money next month as promised.”
You could see her tantrum before it started. The way her lip pouted and the look in her eyes were signs you’ve seen more than once. “Please don’t cause a scene here. You’ve embarrassed yourself multiple times in public, you don’t need to add to that. My PR team is working full time for you already.” Your voice held a hint of finality as you drank the last of the champagne. Hana’s eyes narrowed at you, the hatred in them almost making you shiver.
“Whose fault is that, Miss Perfect.” She said mockingly. Pointing an accusatory finger at you she continued. “I’ve always had to compete with you, so I gave up trying!” Her anger only served to fuel yours. Putting down the champagne glass you approached her.
“You had nothing but yourself to blame for that thought! No one ever asked you to compete with anyone! We are sisters!” Your shoulders slumped, a wave of tiredness washing over you. “We shouldn’t compete with each other! It’s not a race!” The realisation that your family was broken in more ways than one made you feel helpless, stuck. Knowing that marrying Yoongi was your descent into another broken family you felt your heart break. “I love you Hana, you are my family!” You looked at her desperately trying to get a positive response only for your hopes to be crushed when she sneered at you.
“I don’t. I wish you never existed.” Her words pierced through you. Feeling more tired than ever, you wondered where everyone else had gone. For someone who insisted on being glued to you, your wedding planner was quick to disappear.
“Y/N?” As if summoned by your thoughts, Yoongi’s muffled voice followed by an outraged woman saying something about seeing the bride in the dress before the marriage penetrated through the open door. You turned your attention towards the source of the sound and there he stood. Your breath hitched, the memory of your sister being present in the room with you completely erased. He looked dashing in his black fitting suit. The white dress shirt paired with a silk tie made you quiver. You felt his gaze on you before locking gazes with him. The unspoken words that transpired between the two of you left you breathless. His eyes darkened and you could clearly see the need in them. “You look beautiful.”
Before you could reply your sister hastily interrupted. “Isn’t she just? Her fiance is a lucky person.” Her mocking tone grated your nerves, and you saw the shift in Yoongi’s eyes. Animosity filled them and you looked at your sister, confusion painted all over your face. Was she mocking him or did she not recognise him?
“Yes, indeed. He is.” Yoongi stated as he spared her another glance before he turned his attention towards you. “Your father is here.” He simply said, his voice no longer holding the same warmth as it did before. Feeling doused in cold water you forced yourself to nod, hoping that your stiff gait didn’t give anything away. With another glance in your direction Yoongi turned around on his heels and left the room.
“And that is my cue to go.” Hana hastily grabbed her belongings ready to flee the room, but you held her wrist tight in your grasp - watching the woman writhe in your hold. This time you were not going to let her go this easily.
“Stay or leave. If you stay, I want you to go back to school and get a job.” Seeing her ready to protest you quickly added. “If you leave, Please keep yourself out of trouble. And don’t contact me again unless you are in grave danger. If you do, I will cut you off completely.” You whispered, tired of constantly having to battle with her, you figured it best to cut ties with her as much as possible. Chancing a glance at her, the glazed look in her eyes almost made you take back your words. Almost. But your memories of all the other times you have tried to reason with her trumped any sympathy you may have had for her. Not waiting for her to respond you hurried in the dressing room to change out of your dress.
When you finally came out, Hana was gone without a trace.
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Yoongi waited for you in the lobby, his head swirling with thoughts. Seeing Hana after so long only filled him with bitterness. Hearing what she said to you, filled him with hatred. Sighing to himself he rubbed his eyes in frustration. Despite what you thought, their relationship was not what it seemed, but he had yet to reveal any of it to you- as you’ve never given him the opportunity, till now.
“Where is father?” Your voice interrupted his trail of thought and he glanced up at you. Even in your normal clothes, you still looked stunning to him. Not daring to entertain those thoughts more than usual, he got up to greet you.
“Not here.” He simply said, placing a hand on the small of your back leading you out of the gown shop. You glanced up at him in bewilderment. “I paid already.” He threw the statement carelessly as he opened the door for you to enter the car.
Before you got in, a thought struck you, was your father an excuse to get Hana to leave? You hastily turned around only to bump into his chest. His close proximity and the musky scent of his cologne made your head spin. You could feel the heat emanating from his body as you glanced up at him. Your breath was staggered, your mind in a daze, all you could focus on was the gentle look he was giving you. A look that spoke of feelings you swore to never explore, in his eyes you were the only woman he wanted. Your eyes trailed down from his to his plump lips, there it was, that habit of his to lick his lips and without restraint you subconsciously mimicked it. Before you could catch yourself you wondered what it was like to feel his lips on yours, to feel him caress your body with them. The thought made you flush with desire but it also scared you, and before you could give yourself away you turned around and settled yourself in the car, slamming the door after yourself.
Staring at your profile through the window for a second longer Yoongi smiled sadly to himself. He would give you the world if you’d only just ask for it.
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The next month all you saw was your office and the wedding planner’s office. Back and forth, from signing contracts with different investors to drafting up plans for a wedding you weren’t even invested in. You saw very little of Yoongi during that time, his decision to stay out of the bulk of the planning working in your favour. You didn’t need to see him more than you already were. With his company becoming consultants for your father’s company, you bumped into him more than once on your way to get a coffee or to get a contract delivered to the CEO. The little acknowledgment between the two of you suited your plans well.
What put a stop to your carefully crafted plan was the media reports on your marriage. You weren’t a fan of being in the public eye, never had been, so when you found yourself facing paparazzi every single day, no matter where you went, you went stir crazy. The anxiety of having to face them and remind yourself to keep a poised expression every single time got to you. Each morning as you travelled to and from your home, the amount of photographers waiting to prey on every little mistake that you made, increased. What aggravated you the most was the lack of respect for personal space, on more than one occasion they’d been too close to you to be comfortable. On the rare occasion you would exchange any words with Yoongi, he always mentioned getting you a bodyguard. The idea sounded too silly for you, so you ended up dismissing any mention of it. Until one day you wished you hadn’t.
It was an important day for you, your pristine new outfit screamed meetings. Today was the day the board would appoint a new CEO, and you’ve worked your butt off to be considered for that position. Even with your father’s power, you refused to accept any promotion through any means other than your own skill. It may have taken you a long time, but it was worthwhile. Now you could finally stand in that meeting room and be proud of yourself.
So absorbed in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the group of people slowly gathering around you, their cameras pointed straight in your direction. Only when questions started being thrown at you; about the meeting today, about your father stepping down from his position - that seemed to be a favourite of theirs, and most importantly, your marriage, did you realise the situation you were in. You quickly glanced around trying to find an escape route, but that proved to be impossible. Not only were they surrounding you, but the way they were ganging up on you, their objectives getting dangerously close to your face made you realise what Yoongi meant when he offered you a bodyguard. Having been in a small position in the company, and without any scandals to follow you around, this situation was unfamiliar to you. Before you could find a way out of the crowd, you felt the clutches of anxiety. Your breathing became laboured and you felt glued on the spot, unable to move. Your whole body felt as if it had been submerged in cold water and your hearing was muffled. When you felt the force of someone pushing into you,your strength waning unable to put up much of a fight you felt yourself drop to the floor. Focusing on your breathing,you barely felt the sting from making contact with the pavement nor did you notice the way the crowd parted as someone shouted “Move!”
Yoongi saw the mob across the street before he saw you. You seemed distracted and he watched helplessly as you headed straight for the vultures ready to pounce, your head in a folder completely oblivious to the world around you. The moment he saw the photographers gather around you he jumped into action. He didn’t bother checking for traffic, his legs carried him as fast as they could across the street, his sole focus was on getting to you. He came to an abrupt stop, his breathing laboured as he quickly scanned the scene in a desperate attempt to spot you amongst the crowd.
“Y/N!” His voice sounded desperate as he pushed his way through. It didn’t take long for him to find you, your crumpled form drew his attention instantly. “Y/N,” he knelt to the ground in front of you, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly he gave you a once over. When he couldn’t see any injuries he sighed in relief. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” His voice was gentle, a complete contrast to the strong grip he pulled you up with.
“I’m ok.” Your voice sounded as weak as your body felt, and you let yourself slump against him, your nose invaded with his scent. You wouldn’t admit it to yourself but having him near calmed you down, and you allowed yourself the selfishness to bury your head into his shoulder, your hand gripping at his shirt.
The yells of the reporters seemed distant as Yoongi confidently made his way through them, the questions they were throwing your way just echoing in the distance, until one caught your attention. “Y/N, as a newly appointed CEO, what do you have to say about the firm’s impending bankruptcy?” The question made you halt for a second and you could sense Yoongi tense up. Glancing up at him, you could see his jaw tense. You would have brushed the question away as nonsense if not for this strong reaction from his part. Was this the actual truth? Were you a pity game? You could feel your blood run cold at the thought. Deciding you’ve made enough of a scene and your pride was scuffled enough, you nudged Yoongi to keep moving instead of addressing the situation out in the open.
Neither of you spoke a word when you entered the building nor did you mention anything when you got into the lift. You did make it a point to separate yourself from him though, ensuring a distance of a few meters between the two of you. Yoongi wanted to protest, knowing that you were still not stable enough on your feet, but one look at your clenched jaw and determined expression silenced him. Only when you were within the safety of your office and you had contacted your PA to delay the meeting did you decide to speak.
“Is it true?” Yoongi opened his mouth to answer, but before he could you immediately added. “And no lies, I don’t need my pride to be spared.”
Yoongi was quick with the rebuttal. “Do you think this is what it is? A ploy to spare your pride?” His words sounded angry, and you knew you’d hurt him with your words. You weren’t blind, you just chose to ignore the stolen glances and subtle touches you’ve been sharing recently. But with the new developments, you didn’t know what to believe anymore. And if all this wasn’t true, then the shame of your preposterous behaviour would put an end to all this.
“What is it then?” You couldn’t stop the words coming out of your mouth. You weren’t doing yourself any favours yet you needed to know the truth. “Because the way I see it, it looks like an act of charity. For what? I don’t know, you tell me.” You angrily made your way to your desk. Opening the drawer you pulled out a stack of papers. Papers that carried both of your signatures on them. Yoongi didn’t spare them a glance as he followed your footsteps. Grabbing the papers out of your hand he gently placed them back in the drawer before he pulled you in his arms.
“This was not the most ideal way to find out, and for that I apologise. But I need you to listen to me. Given a choice, between anything,” his hand cupped your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheek. “I would always choose you.” Your breath caught in your throat. You could almost taste the words that were to follow, and that thought scared you more than anything.
“I love you.” He sounded so sure of himself it broke you.
Those three words uttered with so much emotion you felt it vibrate through you. The man stood in front of you, your future husband, the man gazing at you with endless affection. He broke his promise. By vocalising those three words, seemingly simple words, he violated the pact you two made in the beginning. As a result, you did what you promised you’d do back then. You walked away.
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You avoided talking to anyone for a whole week. You argued with your father, cried for days and decided it was time to pull yourself together. The company was indeed in shambles, but you knew you could pull it out without any financial help. You just needed a few days to get yourself straight. You needed to get Yoongi off your mind. Too often have you found yourself thinking about him. So often you were amazed that he hadn’t materialised in front of you. It would be a whole week before your doorbell rang.
Opening the door, the sight that greeted you wasn’t unexpected. Yoongi stood at your door, his eyes blazing with determination. “What are you doing here?” You inquired not moving away from the entry. If he thought you’d let him in he was sorely mistaken. Taken aback by your obvious hostility, the fire in his eyes dimmed, and he took a step back. You fought the urge to smile triumphantly at his reaction. Good, if he thought this would be easy he’s got another thing coming.
He stood in silence for a few moments before he let out a defeated sigh. “Can we talk?” He thought he had a chance at mending things easier, however what he forgot was that it was you he was dealing with. You and stubbornness went hand in hand like sisters.
The tension between the two of you could be felt in the air, the spark in your eyes causing something to shift in his. You felt goosebumps rise on top of your skin, though you weren’t sure if it was caused by the hatred running through your veins or the lust that was slowly building up on top of it. His eyes darkened, the tip of his tongue peeking out as he ran it over his bottom lip. It was a habit you’ve noticed he had whenever he was nervous, and your eyes couldn’t help but follow its movements. Inhaling sharply, your hands twitched at your sides. You wanted to touch him; the defensive stance you took lessening. “What did you say?” Your voice was laden with hatred, yet the heat pooling in your stomach signalled your growing arousal.
Yoongi closed his eyes for a second, reopening them with a staggered breath. It took all he had in him to not take those last few steps that separated the two of you and kiss you senseless. The way you regarded him, your feelings raw and visible to him, made him want to grab you and bend you over that counter. Show you what he meant by fucking you into the next day whilst you screamed his name over and over again. He allowed himself a moment before he took a step towards you. “I said, you are a coward.” He repeated himself through gritted teeth. You couldn’t help but gape at him. You never thought you would hear these words from anyone, least of all your own future husband.
“I am a coward?” You repeated the words, your brain still finding it difficult to wrap itself around the conversation. “What about you?” You spat out, pointing an accusatory finger at him. His calm composure was aggravating you, it spurred you to continue to defend yourself.
“What about me?” He hadn’t moved from his position by the kitchen counter, his eyes silently following you.
“You, Min Yoongi, broke your promise!” Pacing around the kitchen in an attempt to calm yourself, you huffed as you carried on. “This,” you gestured wildly between the two of you, “Was never meant to happen!” Your movements were frantic, the weight of everything that was happening around you finally settling. How could you have let this happen? Things were easier when you just had an agreement. You stopped pacing, afraid that you’d burn a hole through the floor. Slumping against the counter, you suddenly felt tired. The fire within you had slowly died and a wave of defeat loomed over your head. “What are you really doing here?” Your voice sounded meek and you hated yourself for it.
Yoongi’s heart called out to you, yet his impassive voice gave nothing away. He was aware that if he mentioned anything about his feelings towards you again you would not hesitate to shut him out completely. Instead, he decided to take another approach. He could see how your soul called out to be loved, to be held, to be listened to. You craved the love he was willing to give you but you wouldn’t allow yourself it. If he needed to be cruel to you to bring you out of your shell then so be it.
“I want to know what you think you are accomplishing.” He reached out a hand across the counter that separated you. The touch of his hand on your shoulder made you realise how close you were to him. Without thinking you took a few steps back away from him. You couldn’t breathe knowing that he was in such close proximity to you.
“Why is it so hard to let this be?” You tried your best not to stutter, the atmosphere in the room weighing over your shoulders. The charge suddenly felt less aggressive and the more you thought about it the more you felt the sexual tension between the two of you. “I never meant for any of this to happen.” You sounded hopeless to your own ears, a feeling you were unfamiliar with. As a last retort, in a desperate attempt to salvage what was left of your pride, you decided to hit where it hurt the most. Maybe Yoongi was right, you were a coward. A coward who wouldn’t hesitate to use any means to protect themselves.
“Did you say the same thing to my sister? Did you think you loved me when you heard the company was going bankrupt?” Your eyes met his, the flash of pain Yoongi saw in them completely masked by the fierceful glint that pinned him on the spot. The tense atmosphere between the two of you made it hard for you to breathe, your chest constricted from the painful truth you’ve revealed to yourself. The low blow you managed to deliver threw him off, you could tell by the way his eyes widened fractionally, his stance less poised than it had been before. What you did not expect was the searing pain of icicles piercing through your heart you felt at your own words. How stupid of you to assume that you could win in this fight. You felt naive, you felt betrayed and you felt hurt. The culprit being none other than yourself.
Yoongi could see the battle you were going through, it was plain as day. He could tell by the way you mauled your lips with your teeth, he could see it in the way your hands were gripping at your top and most importantly, your eyes were a mirror of the war that raged within you. He was at a loss of words, your question would’ve sounded so blase to someone who hadn’t had the chance to meet you that he couldn’t make sense of what you were thinking.
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He felt confined. His pants suddenly felt too small for him, the tightness in his groin made him feel uncomfortable. The sight of your pursed lips, your eyes burning with fire breaking his resolve to stay away from you. With determined steps he backed you into the wall behind you. Looking up at him, his eyes hooded with desire, you swallowed thickly. The cold wall behind you made a shiver run down your spine. Even though he was only a few centimeters away from you his hands stayed fixed to his side, something which you were grateful for. If he touched you now, you’d give in to him, you’d not only unfurl your body to his desires but you’d also open your heart to him. He managed to waltz into your life just like that and he stripped you little by little, until your soul lay naked in front of him.
“Yoongi.” You whispered, your lips trembling. You ached to touch him, to mould your body to his, to feel his skin underneath your palms. Without thinking you reached out for him. Your fingers loosely gripping his hoodie, a subconscious attempt to get him to do something. You needed to feel him, and you needed to feel him now.
“Fuck me.” The words slipped out without restraint. Your mind has been made up a long time ago. You wanted him to have you. He managed to strip your soul naked, you wanted him to finish the job.
Hearing the command, Yoongi didn’t waste a second. The moment those two words gave him permission, he was holding you to him, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss.
His fingers latched onto the back of your neck as he backed you into the wall. The coldness of the brick touching your back made you shiver and you moaned into his mouth. Not breaking the kiss his hands frantically grip at your top lifting it up as he slipped a hand underneath it. Feeling the ghost of his fingertips draw a path up your abdomen made you shudder, your muscles contracting from the ticklish feeling. Trailing a finger down your skin his hand immediately found the hem of your trousers. Without missing a beat he popped them open, his fingers slipping into your soaked panties. “You are so wet already.” He slipped a finger between your folds, coating it with your slickness.
“You want me to fuck you huh?” Gripping at your panties he pulled them up, the movement causing them to bunch up between your soaked lips. The pressure on our sensitive clit sent fire up your spine and you let out a breathy moan as your knees buckled. The sight of you so vulnerable, your breathy pants in his ear left Yoongi craving more. He wanted you to bare your whole soul in front of him, he wanted you naked, sprawled out in front of him, begging for him to take you. Without wasting another second he pulled as hard as he could, his fingers fighting against the seams of your underwear.
“Yoongi.” You desperately yelled, as you tried to squirm away from him. The roughness of his ministrations combined with the raw pleasure shooting up your spine were too much. Your whole body was on fire as he continued to masturbate you with your own underwear. Pulling hard then loosening he settled into a pace that made you mewl in discontent.
“Harder.” You begged, your hands grabbing at his wrist. The attempt was futile, not only did he have more strength than you, but he was dead set on making you beg to reach your high.
“You want to come that badly huh?” He mused, his hands fisting your panties making them press against your wetness. Bucking your hips at the sensation you could barely utter a word. Instead you nodded shakily. “Don’t worry, you will come,” his dark tone spurred your arousal, and you felt your pussy muscles clench. His voice promised danger but it also promised a mind blowing orgasm. “But you will come when I say so.” He continued, his hands letting go of you completely. If not for the wall behind you and Yoongi’s body supporting you, you would’ve collapsed in a heap at his feet. You felt your knees shake as the pressure relieved from your wet core and you grabbed onto him for support.
Yoongi fought back a smile at your reaction. The grip you had on him was a telltale sign of your surrender. He knew that this was his sign, he had your body under his command, and he would be damned if he didn’t worship it. He didn’t say anything else as he gently grabbed you and manoeuvred you so that he could slide a hand underneath your knees.
Too caught up with calming your heart rate down you only let out a weak yelp when he picked you up and carried you to your bedroom. Your head lazily lolling on his shoulder, you looked at him from under your eyelashes. He was beautiful, inside and out. Somehow that realisation hit you like a ton of bricks and the fire in the pit of your stomach returned with a vengeance. Breathing out a moan you buried your head into his neck. “ I am yours to do whatever you want with me.”
Yoongi’s chest rumbled, his animalistic groan made you close your eyes. The sound of his low timbre vibrating through you made you clench your legs, already imaging him pounding into you with that same raw power. “I’ll take good care of you baby girl.” Hearing it, you fisted his top in a last attempt to keep yourself grounded. You’ve rarely let someone take over the game like that, yet he managed to not only waltz into your heart but also completely take over your body. Aware that you may feel differently in the morning, you let yourself go, and coherent thought, not like you had many, put on hold. He confidently made his way towards your bedroom, the force of him opening the door making it slam against the wall. You wanted to berate him for it, but as soon as he threw you onto the bed, your body bounced onto the soft mattress, and he ordered you, “Strip.” You couldn’t help but comply, and words other than “yes” stuck in your throat.
Without a second thought you stripped yourself of your clothes, making sure to keep your eyes locked on his as you took off your underwear. Completely bare in front of him, you felt yourself flush with need when he took his time to drink in every bit of your exposed skin. He licked his lips, he could almost taste you on his tongue, the sight of you in front of him, naked and open made him hard.
“Lie down completely.” He didn’t miss a beat, his tone left no room for complaints, not like you had any. “Spread open.” You instantly followed his command, your legs falling open, exposing your wet core to his eyes. Yoongi fought back a groan, you were so wet, your lips glistening and he wanted to taste you. Crouching down he gripped your knees as he delved in, his tongue flush against your core. You rolled your hips, the feeling of his tongue on your clit and invading your entrance lit your nerves on fire. You arched your back, your hands gripping at the sheets underneath you. “Yoongi, please.” The lewd wet sounds of his tongue licking at your pussy sent you in overdrive.
“You taste so good, be a good girl and make yourself come for me.” He gave your lips one last slow lick before he stepped back. He watched as your hand shakily let go of she sheets and grabbed at your own breasts, your breath was coming out in heavy pants and he was entranced by the way your abdomen would clench as you trailed a path towards your own wetness. He was painfully hard, the sight of you so readily pleasuring yourself made his blood boil. Grabbing his cock in his hand he ran his thumb over the wet tip. As he watched your fingers splay yourself open and your other hand found your own clit he fisted himself. His rhythm matched yours both your lustful moans spurred the other on. He could feel his balls tighten and he gripped the base of his dick to stop himself from coming. Your back was arched off the mattress completely, the relentless rhythm you were attacking your nub with told him you were close to coming.
“Are you going to come?” His growl spurred you on, as the rhythm of your fingers on your clit picked up. Your hips were thrashing wildly on the bed and you could feel the familiar build in the pit of your stomach. Just a bit longer. Just as you felt your muscles contract, the delicious feeling of your orgasm ready to was over you a hand slapped yours away. You opened your mouth to let out a silent scream of pleasure as Yoongi’s hands did their best to stop you from moving, from getting back that orgasmic feeling.
“Yoongi.” Your voice sounded foreign to you, you never begged, yet here you were, naked, legs sprawled out your wetness on display, lewdly begging the force of a man above you to let you come.
Instead of saying anything, he slotted himself between your legs, forcing them further apart. His hand brushed over your wetness before fisting at his cock again. “You want to come?” He leaned over, the tip barely touching your heat and you whimpered as you nodded. “Say it.” He slapped his dick onto your clit making your hips jolt at the contact. “Yoongi.” You didn’t care how wanton you sounded, you were ready to be fucked, you needed to feel him deep inside of you.
“Say it.” He commanded once more, his shaft slapping you again. “Please.” You loudly pleaded, ready to do anything to get him inside.
“Good.” He guided his tip to your entrance and without a warning he pushed, hips slapping your roughly under the force. The feel of his tip reaching deep inside bottoming you out deliciously made you lurch, your back coming off the mattress completely as you saw stars. Not able to find your voice you panted, your fingers digging into his arms.
Yoongi couldn’t help but moan, the feeling of your muscles contracting around him gripping him tightly enough to almost make him come. Pausing for a second he slowly dragged his cock out until only the tip remained inside, before he bottomed you out again. The ruthless rhythm with which he was pounding into you made you unable to utter a sound and you let your body drop back onto the bed.
“You feel so good.” He rasped as he let himself down onto his elbows, the new position hitting a spot inside of you that made you clench around him. Rolling your hips into him, urging him to continue, your breathing ragged as you pleaded for him to continue. His lips found yours in a sloppy kiss as his hips continued pounding into you. Breathy moans of his name escaped your lips as your hands let his arms go only to latch onto his back. You wrapped your legs around his waist desperate for him as you announced your fast approaching orgasm, “I’m going to come.”
No sooner than you said that you felt the familiar fire in the pit of your stomach, your cunt contracting around his cock as you let out a scream of pleasure. The force of your orgasm made your vision go white and you barely registered the groan Yoongi let out as he pumped into you one last time before he climaxed and filled you with his cum. For a moment neither of you moved. Your brain was fuzzy, your breathing raspy as you fought to settle your heart rate. Moaning one last time as he pulled out of you, the loss of his heat making you shiver.
Yoongi got up to head towards your bathroom to get tissues to clean you and himself up. Glancing one last time at your sprawled out form onto the bed, your expression dazed, he smiled. You looked thoroughly fucked.
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For the first time in forever, you felt relaxed, with your head on his chest, the thrum of his heart lulling you to sleep. “Y/N.” His soft whisper brought you back from your daze. You only hummed in response, not finding it in you to break the calm atmosphere that settled between the two of you. Yoongi shifted his position, his hand on your back now massaging the nape of your neck. Mewling in contentment you buried your face deeper into his chest. His scent along with the scent of sex lingered in the air making you feel lightheaded. “I meant what I said earlier.” Yoongi mumbled softly, the intensity of his emotions making you shiver. You couldn’t find the words to respond to him, so instead you gently pressed your lips onto the warm skin of his chest over and over again.
“Y/N, if you carry on, I won’t be responsible for what happens next.” He tried to warn you, his hips bucking into yours in emphasis. Moaning his name into his chest you but your lip, you could feel the desire pooling into your stomach again, the fire underneath your skin reignited. You threw your leg over his naked hip, the sheets that covered you, sliding down exposing your bare forms to the chilly air in the bedroom. Glancing up at him from under your lashes, you smiled softly. As aroused as you felt, the fire that burnt hotter in your veins was the love you felt for this man.
Yoongi felt the shift in you, and his heart threatened to pound out of his chest at the knowledge. One hand around your waist holding your naked form to him, the other he cupped your cheek with, his thumb brushing over your lips. No one dared to break the comfortable silence that settled over the two of you. Your fingers started drawing lazy patterns on his chest as your eyes locked with his. He didn’t need to repeat his feelings towards you, the way he regarded you as if you were the only thing he could see and the way he held you so preciously, all that told you everything that he couldn’t dare say. Behind all that there was a hint of insecurity, something Yoongi rarely experienced. He didn’t know how to approach the subject, so he didn’t, he trusted what he saw and most importantly he trusted you.
Before he could open a new chapter in his life, a chapter where he hoped had you in it, there was another chapter that needed to be closed. Sighing, he closed his eyes and he pulled you into him, your baby hairs tickling his chin. “Y/N.” His voice barely above a whisper, sounded uncertain. You didn’t respond, instead you chose to stay still, your fingers ceasing their movement on his chest. “About your sister— “
“Yoongi, we’re naked in bed after having mind blowing sex and my sister is what you want to talk about?” You pulled away from him, settling onto the pillow. The clear amusement in your voice told him you weren't upset, but he needed to make sure everything was out in the open before he could move on.
Stealing a glance at you he smiled. Your head settled on the pillow, eyes closed and a small smile on your face were a perfect picture of serenity if Yoongi ever saw one. If someone were to see you now, they wouldn’t believe that this was the same person that was begging him to bottom her out, to fuck her until she saw stars. He reached out for your hand, his fingers tracing patterns on the back of it. Finding the engagement ring he gave you not too long ago he pulled at it.
“What are you doing?” Eyes wide open, more alert than ever you tried to pull your hand away from him but his grip on you was unrelenting. Your heart clenched as soon as you felt him pull at your ring.You couldn’t help but think the worst of it. “I want to do this right.” He finally let go of your hand, his hand settling onto the mattress. He wanted to touch you, but he wouldn’t allow himself that luxury until he said what he needed to say.
Taking a deep breath in he continued, “I dated your sister, but that was 8 years ago. We were both at university. She was a freshman and we were both stupid. Well –“ he chuckled humourlessly ,“I was stupid, she knew exactly what she was doing.” You grimaced to yourself, you knew exactly what time he was talking about. It was the only year your sister took at university before she decided to drop out and rebel against your family. “I cared for her at the time, but I wasn’t in love. She disappeared and I have not heard from her again.” He paused to shift his position, his hand finding yours again. You didn’t dare interrupt him, instead you gripped his hand urging him to continue.
“Until that night at the gala when I met you. I looked into your family, and I looked into your father’s business. I fell in love,” he pulled you into him as soon as he sensed you bristle at his words. “I fell in love with you quickly after that. You are smart, witty, beautiful and you are a force to be reckoned with.” He sounded amused, “And you decided to slap some sense into me.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at his words. You were a hurricane, ready to come devastate him, but so was he.
“I love you.” The words slipped out of your mouth so effortlessly you wondered why it took you so long to admit to them. Glancing up at him, your lips sought his. The kiss you shared was unlike the first one, it was a kiss of contemptment, a kiss filled with love. Moulding yourself into him you moaned, the desire to feel him inside of you taking over you once more.
Yoongi broke the kiss, he could feel himself harden at the feel of your skin on his, but before he could have his way with you again he needed to finish what he had to say.
“I want to do this right, I want to propose to you properly if you’ll let me.” He wrapped an arm around your hip pulling you on top of him. The sight of you leaning over him and the unrestricted love he could read in your eyes filled him with joy.
“I would like that.” You whispered before you leaned in for another kiss. He walked confidently into your life like a blazing fire, stripped you of inhibitions, but instead of burning everything to the ground, he only managed to light your soul on fire. And you were more than happy to allow him to do so.
Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.
Does this look right to you??
These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.
Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.
Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.
Does this look right to you??
These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.
Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.
summary: yoongi spots a couple of guys checking you out at the club. So, of course, he has to show them who you belong to. 18+
paring: non-idol!yoongi x female reader (established relationship)
genre: suggested smut, fluff and a bit of crack behavior from y/n's drunk friends.
warnings: cursing, jealous yoongi, alcohol consumption, yoongi grabs reader's ass, and heavy mentions of smut.
w/c: 900
Rating: 18+
a/n: so.... you might run into a few grammar mistakes since I can't afford my grammarly subscription anymore (the sad tales of a broke hoe) but please enjoy! 💕
Yoongi only came to the club tonight because you asked him to. It if were up to him, he’d have his eyes glued to his Netflix account, relaxing after a long, hard week of work. Instead, he sat hunched over at the bar, sipping on his whisky as his gaze followed your every move on the dance floor.
You were having fun with your friends; hair styled just as you liked, luscious lips coated with a flirty red shimmer, along with a tight fit bodycon dress that left nothing to the imagination. The more you laughed and danced with your girls, the more the thin fabric slipped up the thickest parts of your thighs, exposing your delicate flesh.
Yoongi ran his tongue across his bottom lip, daydreaming about all the ways he was going to fuck you the second the two of you got home. How he was going to slip your pretty feet out of your heels, placing kisses up your inner thighs until licking between the wet valley he was starving for. That would surely make his wasted time at the club worth wild.
“See that girl, the one in the black dress. She’s badd as fuck.”
Yoongi’s ears perked at the sudden mention of you. His eyes glaring at the man sitting beside him. The men who dared speak about his woman in such a perverse way.
“Yeah, she is.” The second male agrees, suggestively rubbing his hands together as he continues to leer over at you. “Had my eye on that ass all night. Think I should talk to her?”
The male playfully shoves at his friend, “Dude, I called dibs first.”
A chuckle vibrates from his throat, “A woman like that needs a real man.” He bites at his lip as his eyes travel down the curves of your body. “Someone who’s gonna take care of that sexy body all night-.”
CLANK
Yoongi slams his glass on top of the bar, creating a loud thud that causes the two men beside him to flinch at the sound. “Sorry.” He apologizes sarcastically, tonguing the inside of his cheek as he intimidatingly examines the two. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Y-your good, bro-” The man’s sentence gets cut short by the irritating glare deep within Yoongi’s eyes. He didn’t know what he had done wrong to cause such a malice look from a stranger, but he definitely didn’t want to make him any more upset. “No hard feelings.”
“Sure.” Yoongi clenched his jaw as he stood from the barstool, slapping down a 20 dollar bill to pay for his tab. “No hard feelings.” His tone, even more sarcastic, yet vexing than before.
Yoongi was never one to get jealous, in fact, he was quite confident when it came to your relationship. However, something about the way the two men gawked at you like a juicy piece of meat had him aggravated, wanting nothing more than to put them in their place.
Approaching you on the dance floor, Yoongi casually slips his hand around your waist from behind, spinning you around until the two of you are face to face.
“Yoo-Yoongi...” You were startled by the foreign touch at first, but the moment you recognized his chestnut hair, onyx eyes, and gummy smirk, your body relaxed into your boyfriend’s hold. “I thought you were going to stay at the bar-...”
Without giving you time to speak, Yoongi crashes his lips onto yours. His tongue seeking refuge past the entrance of your lips, exploring all the dips and crevices your mouth had to offer. His hands slip down the arch of your back only to unapologetically grab a handful of your ass.
You staggered for a moment, attempting to process where Yoongi’s frisky behavior stammered from. Only to fall victim to his intoxicating cologne and the throbbing he had caused between your thighs. Giving in, you press your breast against his chest, running your fingers throughout his hair to deepen the passion of the kiss.
When Yoongi pulls away, he continues to hold your body close to him. With his arms wrapped around your waist, his dark eyes pierced over at the two men gawking at you moments ago, only now staring with envy across their astonished faces.
“What's got you so handsy tonight, Yoongles?” You giggle, oblivious to your boyfriend’s exact revenge.
Yoongi replaces his cocky expression with an alluring one. “What? I can’t kiss my beautiful girlfriend in the middle of the dance floor?” He answers innocently.
You arch a brow at your boyfriend, attempting to assemble the situation. “Something happened, didn’t it?” You press on.
Yoongi chuckles, not able to get anything past his intelligent girlfriend. “I’ll tell you later.” he says, leaning in to whisper, “Only after I bend you over the mattress and remind you who you belong to, kitten.”
Yoongi’s seductive tone and lewd choice of words sends a pleasurable tingle straight to your womanly core. The thought of him thrusting in and out of your needy hole has you quickly growing in heat. “Sorry girls,” You apologize to your friends, hastily grabbing onto Yoongi’s wrist. “I’m calling it a night. See ya,” you begin to drag him along.
“Waaaaaah.” Your tipsy best friend calls after you. “Leaving us so you can get some dick. I see how it is, Y/N!”
“Traitor!” The other friend called out to you playfully.
Yoongi only snickered at your eagerness to get him home. He always found you to be sexy whenever you carried that horny yet determined shimmer in your eyes. Also making a mental note to take care of every desire you had tonight.
And to think this all happened because Yoongi got jealous.
summary: yoongi spots a couple of guys checking you out at the club. So, of course, he has to show them who you belong to. 18+
paring: non-idol!yoongi x female reader (established relationship)
genre: suggested smut, fluff and a bit of crack behavior from y/n's drunk friends.
warnings: cursing, jealous yoongi, alcohol consumption, yoongi grabs reader's ass, and heavy mentions of smut.
w/c: 900
Rating: 18+
a/n: so.... you might run into a few grammar mistakes since I can't afford my grammarly subscription anymore (the sad tales of a broke hoe) but please enjoy! 💕
Yoongi only came to the club tonight because you asked him to. It if were up to him, he’d have his eyes glued to his Netflix account, relaxing after a long, hard week of work. Instead, he sat hunched over at the bar, sipping on his whisky as his gaze followed your every move on the dance floor.
You were having fun with your friends; hair styled just as you liked, luscious lips coated with a flirty red shimmer, along with a tight fit bodycon dress that left nothing to the imagination. The more you laughed and danced with your girls, the more the thin fabric slipped up the thickest parts of your thighs, exposing your delicate flesh.
Yoongi ran his tongue across his bottom lip, daydreaming about all the ways he was going to fuck you the second the two of you got home. How he was going to slip your pretty feet out of your heels, placing kisses up your inner thighs until licking between the wet valley he was starving for. That would surely make his wasted time at the club worth wild.
“See that girl, the one in the black dress. She’s badd as fuck.”
Yoongi’s ears perked at the sudden mention of you. His eyes glaring at the man sitting beside him. The men who dared speak about his woman in such a perverse way.
“Yeah, she is.” The second male agrees, suggestively rubbing his hands together as he continues to leer over at you. “Had my eye on that ass all night. Think I should talk to her?”
The male playfully shoves at his friend, “Dude, I called dibs first.”
A chuckle vibrates from his throat, “A woman like that needs a real man.” He bites at his lip as his eyes travel down the curves of your body. “Someone who’s gonna take care of that sexy body all night-.”
CLANK
Yoongi slams his glass on top of the bar, creating a loud thud that causes the two men beside him to flinch at the sound. “Sorry.” He apologizes sarcastically, tonguing the inside of his cheek as he intimidatingly examines the two. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Y-your good, bro-” The man’s sentence gets cut short by the irritating glare deep within Yoongi’s eyes. He didn’t know what he had done wrong to cause such a malice look from a stranger, but he definitely didn’t want to make him any more upset. “No hard feelings.”
“Sure.” Yoongi clenched his jaw as he stood from the barstool, slapping down a 20 dollar bill to pay for his tab. “No hard feelings.” His tone, even more sarcastic, yet vexing than before.
Yoongi was never one to get jealous, in fact, he was quite confident when it came to your relationship. However, something about the way the two men gawked at you like a juicy piece of meat had him aggravated, wanting nothing more than to put them in their place.
Approaching you on the dance floor, Yoongi casually slips his hand around your waist from behind, spinning you around until the two of you are face to face.
“Yoo-Yoongi...” You were startled by the foreign touch at first, but the moment you recognized his chestnut hair, onyx eyes, and gummy smirk, your body relaxed into your boyfriend’s hold. “I thought you were going to stay at the bar-...”
Without giving you time to speak, Yoongi crashes his lips onto yours. His tongue seeking refuge past the entrance of your lips, exploring all the dips and crevices your mouth had to offer. His hands slip down the arch of your back only to unapologetically grab a handful of your ass.
You staggered for a moment, attempting to process where Yoongi’s frisky behavior stammered from. Only to fall victim to his intoxicating cologne and the throbbing he had caused between your thighs. Giving in, you press your breast against his chest, running your fingers throughout his hair to deepen the passion of the kiss.
When Yoongi pulls away, he continues to hold your body close to him. With his arms wrapped around your waist, his dark eyes pierced over at the two men gawking at you moments ago, only now staring with envy across their astonished faces.
“What's got you so handsy tonight, Yoongles?” You giggle, oblivious to your boyfriend’s exact revenge.
Yoongi replaces his cocky expression with an alluring one. “What? I can’t kiss my beautiful girlfriend in the middle of the dance floor?” He answers innocently.
You arch a brow at your boyfriend, attempting to assemble the situation. “Something happened, didn’t it?” You press on.
Yoongi chuckles, not able to get anything past his intelligent girlfriend. “I’ll tell you later.” he says, leaning in to whisper, “Only after I bend you over the mattress and remind you who you belong to, kitten.”
Yoongi’s seductive tone and lewd choice of words sends a pleasurable tingle straight to your womanly core. The thought of him thrusting in and out of your needy hole has you quickly growing in heat. “Sorry girls,” You apologize to your friends, hastily grabbing onto Yoongi’s wrist. “I’m calling it a night. See ya,” you begin to drag him along.
“Waaaaaah.” Your tipsy best friend calls after you. “Leaving us so you can get some dick. I see how it is, Y/N!”
“Traitor!” The other friend called out to you playfully.
Yoongi only snickered at your eagerness to get him home. He always found you to be sexy whenever you carried that horny yet determined shimmer in your eyes. Also making a mental note to take care of every desire you had tonight.
And to think this all happened because Yoongi got jealous.
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how vague or non-descriptive they are. Then let people send asks with the title that most interests/intrigues them, and you’ll either post a snippet or tell them something about it! (also include headers if you have them... for fun!)
tagged by @xlovelyyoongix!!! this was fun thanks for the tag <3
pls let me know if there's anything you're curious about!!
high school ap psych teacher!namjoon x high school band director!reader
this is a big fat massively indulgent self insert. coworkers to lovers fluff
idol!yoongi x reader | "please hold"
yoongi fingers you while he's on a business call. established relationship
idol!yoongi x reader
lil fluff one shot where he helps you with self care uwu
hoseok x florist!reader | "honeybee"
super cute story, hoseok is pure and good
artist!taehyung x reader
wine + paint date night in his apartment turns into him painting on you. you can guess what happens next wink wonk
ot7 x viscountess!reader | "a most suitable match"
this one is a collab! <3
period fic where your father dies, but to inherit the estate, you have to marry. social standing is very important in a match, but the 7 men who help maintain the estate catch your attention... will it be the gardener, the house composer, the tutor, the stable boy, the head chef, the driver, or the tailor who secures your heart?
tagging: @untaemedqueen @seokoloqy @jungshookz and anyone else who wants to do it!! it was fun
Tagged by: @jinpanman @kpopfanfictrash & @floralseokjin – thanks so much for the tagging me! I loved your lists so much and am excited to read along with you! 💜
Tagging: @purplehearts1996 @sahmfanficbts @artistkoo @adventuresinwonderlust and anyone else who’d like to play!
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how vague or non-descriptive they are. Then let people send asks with the title that most interests/intrigues them, and you’ll either post a snippet or tell them something about it! (also include headers if you have them… for fun!)
Here are some WIPs that have posted (and that I swear I’m updating / finishing soon!).
Bear with Me masterpost
The Cul-de-Sac Cons masterpost
Here are some series WIPs that I haven’t posted yet:
And here are some drabbles that I’m storyboarding (links take you to the fic masterposts):
Hideaway Epilogue 5
Matchmaker Drabble 2
If you’re curious about any of these, send an ask, and I’ll give a little snippet or description. Excited to read everybody’s WIPs!
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Tagged by the amazing @bonvoyagenoona thank you so much!! I love you so much! 💜
I’m such an organized mess lolol. So, I’ll list my WIPs below in not particular order.
1. Marked by an Angel Part 2
2. Caution to the Wind
3. Studio Sessions
4. Missing You
5. Have you heard that Min is King?
6. White doves and wedding bells.
Tagging: @sunkissedjk @bts-hyperfixation @xlovelyyoongix @ppersonna and anyone else who wants to participate. I love you all!! No pressure to participate. 💜💙💜💙
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how vague or non-descriptive they are. Then let people send asks with the title that most interests/intrigues them, and you’ll either post a snippet or tell them something about it! (also include headers if you have them... for fun!)
Tagged by @adventuresinwonderlust. Thanks for the tag babes 💕
My WIPs are all over the place tbh so forgive me if everything seems like an jumbled mess 😅
1. in your arms | myg
drabble, fluff, just Yoongi being super needy for Y/N 🥺
2. caught red handed| myg 18+
one-shot, roommates to lovers smut
3. don't tell H.R| myg 18+
One shot, tech nerd yoongi x office reader, smut
4. the happy couple| myg 18+
one shot/ fake relationship that turns into a real one/ yoongi x reader/ smut
5. stress relief| myg 18+
drabble/ smut/ yoongi x reader
6. no title yet/ myg 18+
one-shot/ smut/ yoongi x succumbs reader
PM me if you are interested in reading any one my WIPs, once finished. 🥰
Tagging: @xmint-conditionx, @scribblemetae, @sugasbabiie and anyone else that wants to do this. ♥️
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, slight angst, summer love au, ice cream shop au
𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: PG-13
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of one night stands and friends with benefits (but nothing graphic)
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.3k
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Love is not something that you’re familiar with. But when a guy walks into your ice cream shop, you’ll discovered how easy it is to develop feelings for someone, and how scary it can be to fall in love with them.
AN: Thank you so much to @sugasbabiie and @darknytemare for looking over this for me. Also thank you to @enha-woodzies for making this beautiful banner for me.
Masterlist
You saw him on a sunny Monday coming in with a group of kids who were screaming for ice cream. You were working behind the counter, make double and triple scoops on this scorching day to cool everyone down. He caught you off guard, his handsome face sculptured from the Greek Gods themselves.
“Close your mouth; you’re drooling,” your coworker Jennie teases, nudging your arm.
“I’m not drooling,” you pout, rolling your eyes. “I’m just observing, that’s all.”
paring: non-idolYoongi x Reader (established relationship)
rating: 18+ ONLY
genre: fluff, smut
w/c: 1k
warnings: cursing, oral sex, (m. receiving) switch reader, switch yoongi. (If you catch anything else I forgot to add, please don’t hesitate to let me know)
a/n: I wrote this in under an hour cuz ima hoe... 🤣 anyways, please enjoy 💕
Getting the chance to witness Yoongi as he slept was a rarity of its own. The raven-haired male was infamous for waking up before the early chirps of newborn birds and falling asleep only after you've drifted off into dreamland, so today was something special. Having him rest so soundly beside you, warm sunlight spilling across his flawless skin, and thick lashes soft against the apples of his cheeks as the rhythm of his faint breath exhaled past his lips.
"You're so beautiful." You soundly whisper, watching as Yoongi slowly began to wake from his slumber.
Your fingers begin to dance along the flesh of his ivory chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps down it’s path. The further you venture, the more you notice something twitching underneath the thin fabric of the sheets. "Oh," You giggle, eyes panning to the stiff erection, standing proudly beneath the linen.
"Baby~?" You mew softly, fingers trickling past his torso to the edge of his waistband. "Is this okay?"
Yoongi's lashes slowly begin to flutter open, tongue darting across his dry lips out of habit. It takes a moment for his vision to come to, but when it does, you're the first thing he sees. Your wild bedhead framing around your delicate face, eyes narrowed seductively low, and plump lips formed into the shape of a wicked smirk. It was then he noticed your hand, so dangerously close to the needy dick twitching in his boxers. "Please."
Never one to turn down your lover, your hand slips beneath the thin layer of fabric, immediately met with the heat of Yoongi's manhood. Your fingers find the thick base of his shaft, palming around the veiny, hot flesh.
Yoongi utters a grunt, stuttering his hips upward due to the bewitching sensation of your sweet touch. "You're always so sensitive when I touch you here." You giggle, palm slowly beginning to work up and down his shaft.
Yoongi's breath staggers in his throat, eyelids riding low as a familiar tightness begins to coil within the pit of his abdomen. "I-I had a dream..." He struggled to articulate his speech, your soft hand around his dick having an effect on him. "A-about you."
Your tongue flirtatiously darts across your bottom lip, "Oh, yeah?" you start with a smirk, antagonizing his sexual frustration. "What was your dream about, baby?" You squeeze your hand tighter, just how Yoongi liked it.
Yoongi's throat releases a hiss, eyelashes fluttering as he takes a nibble out of his lip." Y-you were s-sucking me o-of." He stuttered in the form of a slight pout, and fuck did you love it when he pouted. "B-but you didn't l-let me c-cum." Jet orbs glossing over
"Aww, that's so mean of me." You reply coyly, fingers teasing around his mushroom tip, massaging in his sticky pre-cum. "Do you think you deserve to cum, Yoongi?" you ask, toying with his dick as if it were your own personal plaything.
"I- I do deserve it." He finds the strength to say. "I'm a good m-man to you, aren't I?" He makes sure to add as if to plead his case.
"Yes, you're very good to me, Yoongi." His body shivers as you whisper into the shell of his ear. "So I'll give you what you want." After maneuvering under the sheets, you slowly peel back the waistband of Yoongi's boxers, allowing his tall erection to spring free. You lick your lips at the mighty sight, pre-cum glistening at the tip, healthy veins protruding from the sides, and a thickness that made you crave him even more. "You always look so yummy," You say, tongue darting out to collect the first taste of his red tip.
"Shit," Yoongi grunts, uncontrollably jolting his hips upward.
You were never one to leave your boyfriend unsatisfied, so opening your mouth wide and swallowing him whole was always the option with the best results. The tip of your nose reaches the forest of his pubic hair, tongue massaging the bottom of his shaft. The grunts and moans slipping past Yoongi's lips give the encouragement to hold your gag reflex, allowing you to relax your throat.
"Oh, fuck." Yoongi's hands move on their own, gripping the back of your hair to hold your mouth in place. With eyes rolled back, he's inching his shaft as far as it can reach. Your mouth feels immaculate around him, the thick wetness of your saliva and the tightness of your throat, fuck he could orgasm then and there. "C-can I...?" Yoongi mutters, almost too afraid to ask.
You know precisely what Yoongi means by his question; he wants to take control. The very thought of him using your mouth and throat for his sexual leisure causes a spike of pleasure to pulse between your thighs. So, of course, you nod to his request.
Gripping at the back of your hair tighter, Yoongi guides your hollowed-out mouth slowly up and down his thickness. "T-tap me if y-you need to b-breathe." He utters, eyes rolling back to the erotic sensation your hungry mouth was providing.
You nod to the suggestion but also know you won't be needing air anytime soon. After years of being with Yoongi, you've perfected the art of inhaling and exhaling through your nostrils.
"Shit, y-your mouth is so good." Yoongi stutters while you bob your head to the speed that he desired, erotic wet sounds exuded from beneath the sheets. "I-I fuckin love you." With every passing moment, the pulsing in Yoongi's dick intensifies along with the aching to release. "Wanna swallow for me, baby?"
You thought it cute that he even asked, and if his dick wasn't being shoved halfway down your esophagus, you would have giggled, but instead, you nod to his request.
"G-gotta see you," Yoongi yanks away the sheets, revealing your sexy mouth gobbling away at his dick, thick saliva collecting at the base of his shaft and your alluring, hazed eyes gazing up at him; his own personal goddess. "My sexy girl gonna take my load in her mouth? You gonna do that for me?"
You don't stop bobbing, sucking him all in as your eyes screamed the words, "yes, please."
As if on queue, the rubber band sensation, stretching in the pit of Yoongi's abdomen, finally snaps. "Oh, fuck!" He yells, holding your head in place to collect the large amount of cum releasing into your throat. He thrusts a few final times, colors exploding in his vision while riding the explosive high of his orgasm.
And just like he asked, you have no problem swallowing it all, gulping down the salty evidence of your boyfriend's orgasm, before your lips release the tip of his dick with a -pop-.
A satisfied smile gleams across Yoongi's rosy cheeks as he grabs your arm, gesturing you to lay beside him, "Come here."
Doing as you're told, your head plops into the pillow beside Yoongi's head, gazing into his glossy, hooded eyes.
"You're so fuckin perfect," Yoongi says, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead, thanking you for the happy ending he'd just received. "What do you want for breakfast?" his fingers stroking throughout your hair as he watched you in awe.
The light glaze of sweat glistening across Yoongi's skin and the softness in his deep, onyx eyes melted you inside. You loved him so much that after 2 years of being together, butterflies still managed to flutter in the pit of your stomach. "Pancakes!" You nearly shout, a bit too excited at the mention of breakfast.
Yoongi chuckles at your animated behavior. "Let's get showered, and then I'll make you a tall stack of pancakes." He watches as the excitement grows in your eyes, reminding him of the many reasons why he fell hard for you. "I love you." Yoongi manages to sneak in the phrase before you could respond.
Your heart did that thing where it nearly somersaulted out of your chest. How did you get so lucky to have such a beautiful, perfect man in your bed every morning? So, without hesitation, you respond, "I love you too, Min Yoongi."
Thank you dear authors for these gems. Words are not enough to express how much I appreciate these stories 🥰 And if you’re a reader who stumbled upon this list and liked any of the fics, please don’t forget to show appreciation by reblogging their work or giving positive feedback to these authors 😉.
Note: Most of fics have smut content. FOR MUSLIM READERS, THIS IS NOT RAMADAN-SAFE (only few fics are SFW). A lovely reader requested for SFW fic recs so please enjoy these lists instead:
🌷 Fic Recs (SFW) Fluff/Angst Stories:
Part 1 (Recommended Authors + selected fics) for fluffy/angst content (SFW)
Part 2 (Recommended Fics)
Taehyung | Jungkook
Tip: If link doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist
🥕 S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst
🌷 with reaction/review on some completed fics (if reading these help)
— Some are new, some re-reads, while some are past reads that haven’t been reblogged yet. Mostly mature (minors dni). M x F pairing.
🥕[Ongoing Series]
Ongoing fics will be in a separate post moving forward so I can better keep track of them. All fics listed are completed series or one shots I enjoyed reading and re-view-blogging this month.
🥕[Completed Fics/Series]
Namjoon
Always in my Dreams @sunshinekims - one shot | 15.4k | Soulmate AU, Dream AU | F, S, slight A 🌷
A Very Personal Assistant @mintjoonlep - one shot (with follow up drabble | 7k | CEO AU, Assistant!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, contract personal companion | S, F 🌷
