⇢ warnings: smut, honestly mostly porn, unprotected sex, recreational use of drugs & alcohol, dirty talk, praise, degradation, ridiculously excessive use of pet names, fingering, dom!Yoongi, unprotected sex, slight dumbification (whoops), hair pulling, creampie??, oral (f receiving), pussy slaping, reader has a thing for Yoongi’s hands because who doesn’t, reader and yoongi are both sarcastic and oblivious, this part is basically pwp.
⇢ synopsis: Min Yoongi wears leather jackets, fucks you like he hates you, spends most of his days on the wrong side of a blunt, and calls you the sweetest names when no one else is around. And you definitely aren’t falling in love with him.
⇢ author’s note: so yes, buttercup is being cut up into two parts thanks to a lot of my life getting uprooted this week!!! ill spare you the details but everything is really chaotic rn so im sorry this isnt exactly what i promised :( thank u for all the insane amont of love ive gotten so far. this is a pretty um… filthy piece of writing skfjsd and it’s definitely not perfect and id love to get better with everything i put out on here but i hope u guys enoy ily xx
yoongi fanfic recommendation to read if you’re terrible in love with him 💌
Hi my babies! here i am with my first list with yoongi. I'm not kidding when I say, he stole my heart (namjoon please don't get jealous baby), so i hope you guys enjoy the list and my reviews 🤓 thank you for your support as always <3
i wish it could be bigger…. but these are pure gold! so stay until the end okay? also give me recs too <3
🌟 The Night Shift by @gunwoo-bh | pairing: UniStudent!yoongi x reader | genre: stranger to friends to lovers, universitu au, slow burn | series completed | masterlist
summary: You chose a boring, quiet job at your campus’s 24-hour library for a reason: it kept you away from drama, gossip, and parties. It was positively uneventful. Until it wasn’t.
🌟 Too good at pretending by @cigarettesuga | pairing: idol!fwb!yoongi x producer!fem!reader | genre: smut, slow-burn tension, hidden feelings, late-night studio rendezvous, slice of chaotic intimacy, mutual pining masked as indifference | ongoing (?)
summary: it’s after midnight in a nearly-empty hybe building, and she’s still buried in deadlines and demos, jaw clenched and hands in her hair — until the only person who knows her chaos in silence shows up, just as worn out and just as emotionally unavailable. but when yoongi finds her in studio 3A, looking like she hasn't slept and biting down on her own frustration, the air shifts. and when he pulls her into his lap and tells her to be quiet if she doesn’t want the whole floor hearing — neither of them is thinking about feelings. only about relief. except everyone knows — even if they don’t say it out loud — they’re already each other's. just too damn stubborn to admit it.
🌟mami (m) | myg/knj by @kithtaehyung | pairing: myg x reader(f) , knj x reader(f) , slight jhs x reader(f) | genre: m (18+) ; smut ; battle rap au , roommates au | completed (?)
summary: you somehow have a conversation with yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date.
🌟 Say you remember by @writesvani | pairing: idol!minyoongi x writer!reader | genre: strangers-to-fwb-to-strangers-to-lovers | ongoing
summary: You don’t expect much when your eyes meet his across the café-bar—just a fleeting glance, a moment that should mean nothing. But then there’s another look. And another. Before you know it, you’re tangled up in something that isn’t love, isn’t commitment—just an escape wrapped in late-night encounters and whispered goodbyes.It’s fine. Until it isn’t.
When feelings start creeping in, you both decide to walk away before things get too complicated. It should have ended there. But fate has other plans. When your friend starts dating Jungkook—his best friend, his bandmate—you find yourself face to face with Yoongi once again. The past lingers between you, heavy and unresolved. The question is—was it ever really over?
my review, my review
🌟Basic needs by @gggukniverse | pairing: jungkook x f!reader, yoongi x f!reader | genre: m, smut, roommates au | a little yoongi x jungkook | completed (?)
summary: missing sex while being stuck in your apartment with your two roommates during quarantine is being the worst nightmare you could've imagined. fortunately, you're not the only one who's touch starved.
🌟Pigments & Playlists by @ktownshizzle | pairing: idol!yoongi x makeup artist!reader, older!reader | Genre: Fluffy coworkers to lovers, idol au, older woman (by a few years), smut | completed
summary: Between makeup and music, you find the one person worth blurring the lines for.
my review, my review
🌟Study break by @glossdebut | pairing: yoongi x fem!reader | genre: college au, smut, fluff | completed
summary: Yoongi was an extremely effective tutor, until he wasn’t. As it turns out, dating the person who is singlehandedly responsible for bringing up your Fundamentals of Music Theory grade isn’t the smartest move in the world.
summary: What if your girlfriend’s pissy friend didn’t want to steal you away? What if he just wanted to fuck the goodness out of you? And what if you let him?
fav yoongi fics!!! most of these are oneshots>< Big love and praise to the authors who made these amazing storiesss!!! Most of these are 18+ so... be mindful when reading!!
Your Universe by @muniimyg (series)
MASTERPIECE<33 also my first ever read here on tumblr
Second Love by @cutaepatootie (3parts)
100%<3
Pour Some Sugar On Me by @yoonia
HOOOTTTTT and also messy lol
Act On It by @joonie-beanie
Vampire Yoongi on topppp
Hug-O-Gram by @cinnaminsvga
FLUFFFFF Yoongi is soooo cute helppp
Rings That Binds Us Together by @joyfulhopelox
it's been long since I've read this
Back-burner by @yoonpobs (series)
YESSSS
Private Lesson by @dntaewithluv
erm...
Vows by @hamsterclaw (2parts w/drabble!!)
PURE COMEDY BYEE-
Friend & Fools by @ktownshizzle
idiots
Till The End of The Line by @kimvvantae
got me BAWLING MY EYES OUT
Yoongi's lullaby by @jiminrings
he's an idiot
Love Grows Where You Go by @hueseok
cute heheh
Friendship Over by @borathae
hot hot HOOOTTT
Cherries by @redrose10 (2parts)
:<<<<<<
A Tiger's Judgement by @borathae
praise praise!! The author slayed once again
Ex-things by @namfinessed
idiots....
His entire world by @serendipitous-seven
softtt:<<<<<<<<
Dating Advice by @taleasnewastime (series)
the BESSSTT got me giggling and shii
Love & Lullabies by @ktownshizzle (series)
UGHHHH CUTE DILF YOONGGIIII
Eternal Sunshine by @ilys00ga
<3333
Lunch Break by @borathae
ahem...
Muse by meeeeee (available on wattpad too, click here)
a compilation of fics I'd love for someone to erase them from my memory so I can read them again for the first time, in no particular order or category
✨seokjin✨
🌷clichés and canapés (seokjin x reader) by @kpopfanfictrash
🌷kairos (seokjin x reader) by @luffles424
🌷 like this? (seokjin x reader) by @jeongi
🌷glazed and dazed (seokjin x reader) by @floralseokjin
🌷golden boy (seokjin x reader) by @kpopfanfictrash
✨yoongi✨
🌷 illicit favors (yoongi x reader) by @yoongiofmine
🌷 performance evaluation (yoongi x reader) by @kookscrescent
🌷 the one where he takes polaroids of you riding him (yoongi x reader) by @taintedjeon
🌷 the landlord (yoongi x reader) by @ppersonna
🌷riding with style (yoongi x reader) by @jiminsafairy
🌷the pink pill (yoongi x reader) by @dollfaceksj
🌷 contagious (yoongi x reader) by @explicit-tae
🌷take one (yoongi x reader) by @untaemedqueen
✨hoseok✨
🌷 snowed in (hoseok x reader) by @untaemedqueen
🌷off duty (hoseok x reader) by @dawnagustd
🌷 live, laugh, love (hoseok x reader) by @untaemedqueen
🌷coffee? (hoseok x reader) by @untaemedqueen
🌷our queen (hoseok) by @dreamescapeswriting
✨namjoon✨
🌷ocasional gifting (namjoon x reader) by @untaemedqueen
🌷new guy (namjoon x reader) by @kithtaehyung
🌷halcyon days (namjoon x reader) by @melancholy-of-nadia
🌷shipwreck (namjoon x reader) by @jiminsafairy
✨jimin✨
🌷point of no return (jimin x reader) by @wwilloww
🌷safer in your arms (jimin x reader) by @jiminsafairy
🌷the bird cage (jimin x reader) by @untaemedqueen
🌷exposure (jimin x reader) by @dreamyjoons
🌷strip! (jimin x reader) by @yoonia
🌷on the house (jimin x reader) by @dreamyjoons
✨taehyung✨
🌷drive you fucking crazy (taehyung x reader) by @borathae
🌷tales of the twin suns (taehyung x reader) by @jiminsafairy
🌷any way you want it (taehyung x reader) by @noteguk
🌷marshmallows and report cards (taehyung x reader) by @untaemedqueen
🌷mommy (taehyung x reader) by @borathae
🌷ten out of ten (taehyung x reader) by @shadowkoo
🌷 girls in bikinis (taehyung x reader) by @bratkook
🌷silver and blue series (taehyung x reader) by @untaemedqueen
🌷lock down (taehyung x reader) by @untaemedqueen
✨jungkook✨
🌷throttle (jungkook x reader) by @alphabetboyluvr
🌷mutt (jungkook x reader) by @letsbangts
🌷will it fit? (jungkook x reader) by @jeonsweetpea
🌷bad decisions (jungkook x reader) by @alphabetboyluvr
🌷͙gunplay (jungkook x reader) by @borathae
🌷 bad for you (jungkook x reader) by @yoonia
🌷not text books here (jungkook x reader) by @ririkookiemonster
🌷just friends (jungkook x reader) by @kinktae
🌷vaunt (jungkook x reader) by @yminie
🌷bullseye (jungkook x reader) by @whatifyoulivelikethat
🌷what a view (jungkook x reader) by @borathae
🌷the boy is mine (jungkook x reader) by @dreamersparacosm
🌷 center of attention (jungkook x reader) by @bangtanintotheroom
🌷 bitchin' (jungkook x reader) by @kinktae
🌷the alpha omega series (jungkook x reader) by @borathae
✨multiple✨
🌷lights, camera, action (namjoon x reader x jungkook) (3 part series) by @colormepurplex2
🌷miss comunication (namjoon x reader x jungkook) by @dovechim
🌷la creme de la creme (jungkook, taehyung and jimin x reader) by @breadoffoxy
🌷triads and tribulations (jimin x reader x taehyung) by @rendaze
🌷babybun (yoongi x reader x jungkook) by @borathae
🌷stretch you out (namjoon x reader x jungkook) by @chateautae
🌷by the pool (seokjin x reader x jungkook) by @bluewhale52
🌷in the dark (jimin x reader x jungkook) by @jksangelic
🌷baby baby (jimin x reader x taehyung) by @hobiwonder
🌷darling, you are late (seokjin x reader x namjoon) by @jiminsafairy
🌷waiting for (yoongi x reader x jungkook) by @whatifyoulivelikethat
🌷basic needs (yoongi x reader x jungkook) by @gggukniverse
🌷rain on me (taehyung x reader x jungkook) by @dawnagustd
🌷experiment 21 (jimin x reader x jin ) by @untamedqueen
🌷bb / gg (jungkook x reader) by @whatifyoulivelikethat
🌷picnics (yoongi x reader x jungkook) by @borathae
✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader
✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: You’re horny af one night so you login to your fave hook-up app for a quick fix. You match with Min Yoongi, expecting a cocky rapper with a filthy mouth, but instead, you get a soft-spoken man in a designer shirt and a gummy smile. He keeps asking you out, but there’s no kiss, no sex, nothing. Each date winds you up tighter than the last, your patience (and your lingerie) hanging by a thread, and now you can’t tell what’ll snap first: his restraint or your self-control.
✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, smut, strangers to lovers, non idol
✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: 18+ MDNI, eventual smut...
✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter Warnings: a little cheesier than previous chapters, PDA (kissing and groping outdoors, but there’s really nobody around… or is there?), 2 new characters unlocked, unbeta’d because I didn’t want to bother my betas tea and aqua since it’s their Thanksgiving weekend <3
✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 3.7k [longest one so far]
✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate! It’s not a holiday we observe where I’m from, but I still wanted to say how grateful I am for all of you. Thank you for the love you keep giving this series. It means so much and I appreciate y’all. <3
Masterlist | Series Masterlist
Date 5: The Olive Green Parka
Yoongi: Let’s touch some grass
You: wdym?
Yoongi: 📍Achasan
You: let’s do it
Yoongi: Pick you up at 8
You: 👌
Okay. Truth time. You’ve never gone on a hike before. You weren’t even sure if you were the type to enjoy it. But it seems that when it comes to Yoongi, you’re willing to try just about anything. And if that means trading your kitten heels for rugged boots even just for a day then so be it.
“Wow, babe. You’re really branching out, huh?” Taehyung says as he closes the door of your fridge, a can of Coke nabbed.
You scroll Naver for photos of the area Yoongi pinned as you continue to chat with your bestie. “What do you even do during hikes?”
“You hike.”
“Bitch?”
Taehyung grins, boxy and annoying. You know he’s just being a little shit, but he knows his stuff. When he enlisted, his special forces squad pretty much scaled every mountain in Seoul for their training. He got so damn good, he got the guns to prove it. “Achasan is an easy enough trail. Low altitude. Lots of paths to take. If your boy knows his shit, he’ll take the northeast trail. You can get about 4km in about an hour and you get great views of Guri.”
You blink. “Your mouth was moving but literally nothing you said made any sense to me.”
“Just wear a nice pair of leggings. So as you enjoy the view, he can also enjoy the view… of your ass.”
Now that’s the kind of advice you were looking for!
You rush to your closet and come out with three athleisure sets that might work. Tae tells you to wear the orange set and you thought it would pair nicely with the white windbreaker you recently got from alo, the cute one with the thumb holes. Later on, he lends you his backpack and helps you pack your essentials.
Thank God for Tae and his fitness era!
Yoongi’s in a casual white tee and hiking shoes with an olive green parka to keep him warm. With a DSLR camera slung around his neck and a backpack over his shoulder, he looks every bit the overzealous tourist and you think it’s kinda adorable.
He hands you a bottle of water. “Ready?” he asks with that soft smile.
“Ready,” you answer—and you are.
The trail starts out gentle: gravel path, a few wooden stairs, and views of the Han River just peeking between trees. He leads but often turns back, holding out a hand. You catch yourself taking it.
When your foot slips on a mossy rock, he’s there fast, steadying you, his palm warm against your lower back. You breathe out loud, “Thanks.”
He just nods. “No sweat.”
You stop to take photos. You watch him squat and shoot photos of the river, of the shadows made by the trees, of the moisture on a leaf. His stance may be weird, but when you saw the photos from the viewfinder, you have to admit he has a great eye for composition.
After about an hour and a half, you reach a clearing: tall pines ring the grassy patch, and just beyond the trees the ridges of the mountains stretch into light haze.
“Thought we’d chill for a bit,” Yoongi says as he drops his pack and pulls out a blanket.
You flop beside him, stretching your legs and watching the clouds drift. He unpacks the food he brought: gimbap, sliced pears, a bit of cheese and crackers. You add your trail mix, mini sandwiches, and shine muscat to the spread. A cute little picnic date.
You pick up a slice of pear. “This is great,” you say softly, looking up at the sky and inhaling deeply.
“Fresh air, finally.”
“Agreed, pollution’s gotten really bad in the city.”
“No, it’s fuckin’ terrible.”
You share fruit, conversation. He asks about something you haven’t talked about before, your family. You’re happy to share. You tell him bits and pieces about your relationship with them. He reciprocates with anecdotes too, like his older brother recently opening up a restaurant.
He procures a bluetooth speaker from his backpack and places it on the mat. “What kind of music do you like?”
“Pop, usually. Sorry, I’m so basic.”
“Nah. No rules about that. You like what you like.”
“I have this go-to playlist. Songs I don’t mind listening to forever. And they’re a mix of genres.”
“Now I’m curious.”
“Honestly I don’t even know some of the artists there.”
“How’d you discover them?”
“Whenever I hear a song I like—in a mall, cafe, wherever—I use this app, Shazam. It tells me what song it is, then I add it to my playlist. For some reason I just kept doing it, adding songs as I go along.”
He hums, thoughtful. “Sounds dope. A playlist built organically, like it’s the soundtrack of your life.”
You never thought of it that way and how Yoongi just makes it sound so profound, pink colors your cheeks. “I… wow. Okay, here. I’ll play it.”
You reach for your phone and hit shuffle.
The opening melody fills the space between you and Yoongi. You lean back against your palms, allowing the song to touch your soul as it always does, nostalgic and comforting.
The thing is, when you close your eyes, you don’t get to see Yoongi’s reaction.
… How his eyes go wide.
… How his breath stutters.
… How he freezes mid-reach for a grape.
You have no way of knowing that he is crashing the fuck out, just a little.
Because it’s his song.
And you just told him, without knowing, that you could listen to it forever.
Now he can’t help but be so fond of the way you hum to the song, looking serene and content.
Did he really meet you on a godforsaken app?
Thank god for Jin and his dumb ideas!
As minutes pass, you notice Yoongi has… inched closer. Not dramatically, like he’s not suddenly draping himself all over you. You know he’s not the touchy feely type. And when he does touch you, it’s usually deliberate and purposeful. But now, he’s close enough that his knee brushes your thigh every now and then. He picks stray pollen from your cheek. His hand plants itself on the spot behind you as he leans back. He’s close enough that you can feel his presence encroaching your space.
He points at the thumb hole in your sweater sleeve. “You always wear stuff like this?” he asks, tone light.
You hold your hand out so he can see it better. He takes your wrist gently, turning it over like he’s inspecting a museum artifact, not your 180,000 won sweater.
“It’s comfy,” you say.
He nods, still holding your hand. “Looks like it.”
His thumb grazes over your knuckles, barely, like maybe it was on purpose or maybe he just miscalculated the angle. Hard to tell with him. But he doesn’t let go right away.
As it turns out the sun starts throwing real heat, so cute and comfy as it is, the jacket has to go. You push to your feet and let the fabric slide off your shoulders. You’re down to your cute sports bra, which you’ve been wanting to show off anyway.
“Why are you stripping?” Yoongi asks, deadpan.
“Don’t mind me. You’re immune to my charms, remember?” You don’t know why you say it. It was meant to be light, a joke. But maybe it was half-meant. You guess in some way you are battling some insecurity that he doesn’t want you as badly as you want him.
Cat-like eyes narrow into slits. “The fuck?”
You roll your eyes and stroll off to hang your jacket on a low branch so it can catch the breeze and dry out.
When you come back, he’s in the middle of shrugging out of his own jacket, tossing it aside like it offended him. Then he says your name, firmer than you’ve heard before, and adds, “Come here.”
You go without thinking.
His legs part just enough for you to slip between them, your back settling against his chest. His arms wrap around your waist, gentle but claiming.
“I’m not immune.”
You scoff.
Lithe fingers dance up and down your arms, goosebumps rising.
“You can check.”
“Yoongi, don’t say shit like that.”
“Okay…” he murmurs in a tone way too agreeable, and then, like the menace he is, he leans in and presses his lips to that sliver of skin where your neck meets your shoulder.
A tiny, but treacherous huff of satisfaction leaves your lips.
“Mmm?” he asks, even though it seems he is already taking it as a good sign, trailing his lips higher, across your jaw, towards your earlobe.
“Yoongi…”
“Yes, Y/N?”
“You wanted to wait, right?”
“I said I wanted to get to know you.”
“And this was what you had in mind?”
“Oh I have a lot more things in mind. But this is good…” He resumes kissing your neck, and in a shocking twist of events, you feel it, a flash of teeth and tongue, promising a wet bruise he should absolutely not be leaving.
“You’re driving me insane.” You say, clutching the back of his hand by your waist. You drag his hand higher, smoothing the fabric on the underside of your sports bra until it rests squarely at your chest.
“Likewise.” he breathes out, hand moving to squeeze your tits once, twice, softly, gently, before his thumb locates your nipple in alarming precision and swipes it to peak.
“Are you still immune, Yoongi?”
“Gave you permission to check, didn’t I?”
You reach behind you and trace the outline of his joggers. When you close in on his clothed shaft, a groan so raw and beautiful and needy escapes from his mouth. He is hard and big against your palm and you press a little firmer, letting your hands wander up and down.
Twisting your body, you come face to face, bringing his face towards yours for a kiss. There’s a desperation in the way your lips slide against each other. He licks the seam of your lips and you open up for him, letting your tongues twirl.
Your fingers find the waistband of his trousers, eager to take him when suddenly, you hear a crunch of gravel and a cloud of chatter drifting towards the clearing.
You’ve got company.
“YOONGI-YAHHHHH!!”
You peel yourself away from Yoongi, scooting backward to create a respectable distance.
Your eyes bulge at the obvious bulge tenting his pants and when you gaze up, Yoongi’s tonguing the inside of his cheek as he chucks his discarded jacket in front of him as cover.
There are two guys bounding over with their cameras and backpacks. Two very good-looking guys, actually, and you could not help but wonder which factory Yoongi and his friends came from because how are they the finest fucking specimens you’ve seen in your life? They can even compete with your Tae-Tae, and you’ve never said this of anyone ever.
“What are you doing here?” Yoongi scowls like he is suspicious.
“We’re filming for our vlog!” The tall one with a perm and bunny teeth chirps cheerily.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us, hyung,” the blonde with pink lips tilts his head towards you.
Yoongi sighs like a man who’s lived a hard-knock life. “This is Y/N. And these,” he gestures vaguely, “are the pains in my ass.”
“Jimin,” the blonde says, smiling like he knows he’s irresistible.
“Jungkook,” the other adds with a wink.
“Hi boys,” you say with a lilt of your lips. Something about the way these two are grinning prettily at you just spells trouble with a capital T. “So you’re vlogging? What’s the name of your channel?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah…?”
“No, that’s the name of the channel.”
“Oh!” You nod, feeling a bit silly.
“You haven’t answered my question.” Yoongi gives them a pointed look, interrupting your exchange. “Why are you two here? Of all the mountains in the world.”
“Ah, don’t worry your pretty little head about that, hyung.” Jimin says, knocking Yoongi’s shoulder as he cross-sits beside his elder, then reaching for a sandwich. “This is just a happy coincidence.”
Yoongi mumbles to Jimin and you hear the words Seokjin and meddling.
“Oh this is good!”
You turn to Jungkook who already has an entire sandwich in his mouth, chewing with brows furrowed intensely.
“Thanks. I made it.” You smile sheepishly.
“What sauce? Wait—I know there’s gochujang…?”
“Yeah. Japanese mayo, gochujang, and a drizzle of honey.”
“Ohhh…” He nods, already shoving another down his throat. “Isso goo.”
You glance at Yoongi. He’s fighting a smile and shaking his head.
“Y/N-noona, can we shoot? You can say no, of course. But this spread is fire and I want to include it in the vlog.” Jimin asks with a toothy grin, holding up his Osmo.
You shrug, cool either way. Yoongi waves a dismissive hand to the two. “Aish! Do what you want.”
The pair instantly shifts into full vlogger mode, rambling about their hike: the weather, the wind, the incline that apparently “killed their calves.” Then they gush about stumbling onto this pretty clearing and “meeting some friends on the trail.” On cue, Jimin swings the camera around and aims the lens right at you and Yoongi.
You give a small wave. Yoongi does this: :]
Jungkook, apparently the food expert between the two, starts speaking about the perfect hiking date grub. They focus on the spread for a bit, pointing to each item, and gushing about what’s good. Jungkook talks about your sandwiches like you’re a chef in a Michelin star restaurant and you can’t help but already be so fond. Flattery gets you every time.
Then Jimin swings the camera back to you, and suddenly all three men are staring like you’re the main character of their show. You get a little flustered, not that you’ll ever admit it.
“Y/N-noona,” Jungkook starts dramatically. You already know he’s up to something. “Never mind who you came here with, you’ve got three choices. Who’d you want to date?”
“What???” Lmao. You’re breathless all of a sudden and it’s not the altitude.
“You heard him,” Jimin double-downs on the ask. “We’re all single here.”
“Oh my god, you guys,” you cover your face with your palms, super embarrassed at being put on the spot.
Jungkook chimes in instantly. “I work out a lot, noona. My stamina is fuckin—”
“My ass is unbelievable.” Jimin says without batting an eye lash. “Plus I’m taller than hyung.”
He isn’t. They’re about the same nugget size.
You let out a short laugh, not even looking at Yoongi and what kind of faces he’s pulling at this point.. “You’re both… adorable, okay? But I’m choosing Yoongi.”
“Are you sure?!” they both shout—all exaggerated gasps and fake shock—and it takes you a second before you realize they’re parroting the catchphrase and title of their show.
You break into a full laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Yeaaaaaaahhhh!”
This is so stupid.
Yoongi’s neck has gone pink, just like his gums that are on full display. But beneath the shy flush, there is something else there. An unmistakable smugness even as he looks away, pretending it’s not a big deal.
They stop rolling, finally satisfied with their chaotic content, and for a few minutes the four of you fall into easy small talk–the kind that happens when new acquaintances are still circling each other, figuring out the vibe. Jungkook’s already taken over the speaker, pairing his phone to Yoongi’s Marshall like he’s done it before and an English R&B track floats through. You chat about Physical Asia on Netflix, that new viral Kancho snack with names, and also what you do for work. It’s pleasant and Yoongi’s friends are really quite easy to talk to.
“Aren’t you both leaving soon?” Yoongi quips after a while. The tone isn’t rude. It’s just Yoongi being Yoongi. And honestly? You kind of like that he wants you to himself.
With a shit-eating grin, Jimin grabs his pack. “Alright, alright. We’re out.”
Jungkook picks up a bunch of grapes, plucking one with his mouth like Cleopatra, before mumbling his thanks and goodbyes.
“Hyung, you pullin’ up to Seokjin-hyung’s birthday?” Jimin asks, adjusting his beanie.
“Like I have a choice.” Yoongi responds flatly.
“Noona, you should come through.” Jungkook says, pointing at you before slinging on his backpack. “Hyung’s like 70% less grumpy when you’re around. Maybe even 80.”
You laugh; Yoongi glares; Jimin drags Jungkook away by the hood.
When the two leave, the world suddenly feels quiet. The breeze flips a lock of your hair. You say nothing for a bit because there’s nothing to say. You like the calm, comforting feeling that wraps you and Yoongi as if the mountains are holding its breath.
“I’m sorry for those two,” he says, tilting his head.
“What? No. They were really fun,” you say, not just to placate him, but because you did find the maknaes amusing. “I didn’t mind them crashing our date.”
“They ate all your sandwiches.”
“Food’s meant to be shared.”
He smiles before it transforms into a pout. “I didn’t get to taste it, though.”
Oh, so that’s why he’s all grumbly.
“You snooze, you lose.” You shrug, teasing, before leaning towards him playfully. “Okay you big baby. I’ll make you sandwiches, however many you want.”
“You better,” he says. “Promise you didn’t get annoyed?”
“No, but…”
“But…?”
“I kinda want to pick up where we left off?”
“We should get going too,” he murmurs, though his arm is already curling around your waist, guiding you back into the space between his legs.
“Five more minutes?” You ask.
He closes the distance between your faces. Smirks against your lips. “Maybe 10?”
You make out for a few glorious minutes. Where earlier felt frantic, this is slower, mellow, almost indulgent. His tongue moves like warm caramel, coating your mouth, letting you swirl yours against his before he puckers around your lower lip and sucks gently. When you pull apart, a thin string of saliva stretches between you until it snaps. He drags his thumb across your bottom lip, eyes fixed on your mouth like he’s thinking about diving in again.
Later, walking back down the trail, you take his hand. Not because you need it, but because you want to. He squeezes your fingers and something new flutters in your chest. You’re used to one-night, quick hits, that adrenaline rush. But this feeling, steady, secure, though a little less frenetic, feels like something else. And you think you’d much prefer it than those quick fades.
When he drops you at home, he opens the door for you and you step inside, letting your pack slide from your arms.
“Thanks for today.”
“Thank you for coming with me,” he replies.
You close the distance, catching his mouth with yours. The kiss deepens fast, your tongue slipping against his in a slow curl that pulls a low groan from his throat. When you pull back, he leans forward instinctively, chasing the taste of you like he’s not ready to let it go.
“Okay, er… I,” he laughs at his shoe.
You hum. All innocent, like you didn’t kiss the shit out of him just a second ago.
“I should go,” he murmurs. “If I don’t, I’m staying.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It isn’t, fuck, I want to, but–,” he admits, eyes softening.
“It’s okay, baby,” you say cupping his cheek. His mouth forms the shape of an O. Was it because you called him baby? His lips part further. Yeah, the baby did something to him.
You get why he wants to wait—you really do. But a bit of honesty feels fair. He strikes you as the kind of guy who wants real, not guesswork. You inhale sharply, letting yourself be brave and a little vulnerable. “You should know, I’m not interested in anyone else, Yoongi. You probably think I might ghost you after but… I actually really like you. You’re hot, obviously, but you’re sweet and thoughtful and I just really…”
His hand comes up to hold your face against his warm palms. “I’m into you. You’re smart and incredibly sexy,” Then, the corner of his mouth curls, and he leans in, voice a low rasp. “And I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you, okay? I promise. But my knees are killing me and I wanna be at 100.”
You choke on a laugh, pressing your forehead briefly in his shoulder. “You’re stupid.”
“If I’m being for real,” Yoongi whines. “My back hurts, too.”
“What a grandpa. Should I send you off with some painkillers?”
“Oh, you just wait.” His fingers skim your ribs in a mischievous tickle that makes you squirm slightly. “When I fuckin’ recover, you’re not gonna be able to walk…”
“Promises, promises…” you sing-song.
He shakes his head.
You give him a little shove, playful. “Go. Drive safe. Text me when you get home.”
His eyes turn into little crescent moons as he slips out the door. “Bye, baby.”
You climb the stairs, hair mussed, heart light, memories of pear-sweet kisses, gentle truths, and mountain air floating behind you.
To be continued… [Date no. 6]
A/N: We’re getting closer y’all…
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summary: He knew you. You knew him. Or rather, you both had an idea of the other, only to find that perhaps you connected on a much more carnal, animalistic level. It only took a hotel bar, New Year’s Eve, and the words, “Nice tattoo.”
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; alludes to attempted suicide; intense smut (fem reader, BDSM themes, semi-public exposure, restraints, nipple play, tit slapping, m-receiving oral, pussy spanking, doggy); non-idol!AU; rich heir, dom!Yoongi x tattooed, sub!reader; shifts back and forth between Yoongi’s POV and your POV
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He was sure it was you.
You had tattoos now. A geometric lotus in your right inner forearm and a filled-in circle with a four-sided starburst around it on your inner left forearm. He observed you turning your head and there was a semicolon tattoo under your left ear. You moved your hair to cover it and nursed your rum and coke, alone. The tight black dress you were wearing was sinful at best. Closer to positively illegal with the way it clung to your breasts and squeezed them together. No one was approaching your table in this hotel bar. It was impossible to approach you when you looked that good.
You tapped at your phone, frowning.
He picked up his glass of whiskey and glided to you.
“Nice tattoo.”
You froze. Your eyes followed his finger, to your left forearm.
“It’s the symbol of the Sith Order,” you replied coolly.
Legends of a great and equally terrifying warrior nicknamed the Tiger have been emerging from your fellow villagers for quite sometime. Stories of his skill, his stealth and his supposed wickedness have been passed around to the point where he is more prophecy than person. You have lived your life with a strong sense of conviction, rarely letting gossip influence your opinion. However, you would be lying if you said that his legacy didn’t intrigue you. When the Tiger and his infamous army arrive in your village to refuel, you come face to face with the man behind the myth.
And no amount of marketplace gossip would ever be enough to capture the true complexity of his nature.
Warnings: language, depictions of violence both verbal and physical however they are fairly mild, mentions of war and power dynamics, there will be smut in future parts so, (18+ only please).
A/N: They are back and realer than ever I AM ACTUALLY NOT OK RIGHT NOW PLEASE CRY WITH ME IN MY ASK BOX. OK LOVE YOUUUU!!!
@bulletproofbirdy my sweet and beautiful friend! I owe this all to you. Never doubt your brain because, its freaking genius. I love you.
“What did they say?” Yoongi asks, his lips resting on the back of his hand as he leans onto the wooden table.
Seokjin sighs, “They said that they have observed these groups using similar tactics. Rachel has noticed that they encircle the perimeter of the village first and slowly work their way in, Y/N agreed with her observation.”
“Usually raiders blitz their way into a territory, right? We’re obviously dealing with something else here…” Hoseok interjects, looking to his General for answers.
Yoongi’s features tense up, his hand moving to settle onto the table, “I don’t understand what invaders would want with this territory-” He seems to grow irritated, his eyes transfixed upon a map of their current region, “it’s several miles from any meaningful trade route, the port is at least 20 hours by horseback; it makes absolutely no sense.”
Before anyone else can intervene, Yoongi turns his attention to Namjoon, who sits at the other end of the table, his brows furrowed in concentration as he scribbles furiously in his journal.
“What do you think of this?” Yoongi murmurs.
Namjoon doesn’t look up, he just continues his current task as he responds, “I think it’s time I pay the Meddleways a visit…”
Legends of a great and equally terrifying warrior nicknamed the Tiger have been emerging from your fellow villagers for quite sometime. Stories of his skill, his stealth and his supposed wickedness have been passed around to the point where he is more prophecy than person. You have lived your life with a strong sense of conviction, rarely letting gossip influence your opinion. However, you would be lying if you said that his legacy didn’t intrigue you. When the Tiger and his infamous army arrive in your village to refuel, you come face to face with the man behind the myth.
And no amount of marketplace gossip would ever be enough to capture the true complexity of his nature.
Warnings: language, depictions of violence both verbal and physical however they are fairly mild, mentions of war and power dynamics, there will be smut in future parts so, (18+ only please).
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A/N: oh hiiii. I’m a little obsessed with this universe so, I hope you guys are enjoying all the Warrior! Yoongi content. Love you!
Once again, I want to shout out @bulletproofbirdy for everything she has done to make this fic possible. I love you so much!
“I’m just saying, some of the women in this village should at least attempt it. Wedding a solider is an honor, not to mention the fact that it sets you up for life.”
Jane’s voice sounds beside you and it causes you to smile to yourself; she’s always coming up with plans for other people, attempting to live vicariously through them.
“Like Y/N- you’re young-” She tilts her head, her frizzy red hair almost twirling above her scalp, “-ish. You would probably be able to convince one of them to take you for a bride.”
You scoff, “Thank you for having so much faith in me Jane, I’ll keep that in mind.”
Jane quickly moves on to another girl in the market, throwing the same amount of enthusiasm her way.
You know she means well, even if she is a little brash at times.
It’s been two days since the market place was riddled with thieves and soldiers. Things have mostly gone back to normal apart from the same armored men loitering about your village.
Over the time that’s past, you’ve been able to meet or at least learn more about Yoongi’s fleet.
Seven men, each of them possessing an incredible amount of skill, made up the group behind the gossip.
Summary: Yoongi’s rings are too damn hot. Mentions of fingering, hand jobs, name calling, slightly dom yoongi, sex w/o a condom, (this is just a story, please be safe in real life), choking and cum play/creampies.
Word Count: 2k
Notes: I thought of this idea, and then the very next day Yoongi lost his A ring into the crowd. It’s fate, I think. I still won’t be linking my masterlist, apologizes. But you can find it on my blog. (This wasn’t proofread :( im sure youll find typos)
S, U, G, A. The diamonds ripple like water against his fingers, the rings beautifully accenting his pink knuckles. You clench your thighs together backstage as Yoongi holds up his hand for the cameras. His jewelry drips in the concert lights as he smirks to the screaming sea of fans. You know that he knows that he’s making your panties dampen, and the darkening of his eyes as he puts on a show only makes you grow wetter. The fucker even had the audacity to stick his tongue out like the devil that he is, and you can’t help but sigh at the thought of those hands and mouth of his ravaging in between your legs. Yoongi’s no doubt eloquent ending remarks don’t even register to you. All you can do is fantasize about the bitter cold of his S ring providing a delicious contrast to the blistering heat of your folds.
Yoongi’s damn rings have been making your clit throb through the whole stupid concert, leaving you a sweaty, horny mess. Lucky for you, you don’t have to suffer any longer as you notice the ending bows of bangtan leave the crowd hysterical. You’re hysterical too: hysterical to get yourself and Yoongi off. The tempo of your heels is a rapid click as you beeline for your boyfriend from the wings.
As soon as the door of his dressing room swings shut behind him, you pounce, shoving him roughly, desperately, against wall.
You can feel Yoongi’s startled moan as you mold your lips to the shape of his, leaving trails of lipstick across his jaw as you move to suck marks on his neck. His fingers shake as he moves to flip the lock closed and secure your privacy.
“Baby, what’s going on?” He gasps, eyes rolling back as you tongue at the sensitive spot near his ear with startling power and accuracy. Your knees weaken at the way his eyelashes flutter from desire. You take your time in responding to his question, working to ensure your mouth stains a dark circle on his neck as a reminder as to who makes him pant this heavily.
“You just looked so hot today Yoongs, and a girl can’t help it when she gets wet,” you pout, pulling him by his shoulders to fall onto the leather couch of his dressing room. You spread his thighs as you mount him, hands grabbing at his black t shirt to lift it from his enthusiastic willing frame. You run your hands up and down his chest, relishing the feeling of his lean muscle and mentally mapping every curve of it.
“My baby is so needy,” Yoongi purrs, finally recovering from his initial shock as his hand inches up your dress. He grinds his hips up and you whine, feeling his already aroused dick press satisfyingly up against your clothed core.
“Why are you so worked up?” Yoongi gasps out, the bulge in his pants only growing as you now shamelessly grind against his length. Through the haze of your arousal, you give him an answer by locking your eyes with him, reaching for his pants zipper with one hand, and sucking on his ringed index finger with the other.
Yoongi throws his head back at the sudden tight grip you have on the sensitive head of his cock. He certainly had an idea that you enjoyed his rings, but no idea as to how much. With this type of treatment, he never planned to take them off.
Yoongi’s cock is jumping at your touch, his post concert high leaving him in a wave of hormones and feelings. He’s already on edge, and your experienced strokes down the soft skin of his cock aren’t relaxing him at all.
“My naughty little slut couldn’t control herself thinking about my hands, huh baby?” Yoongi takes command of the situation, and you moan as he smoothly hikes your dress up for better access to your panties. He takes a moment to drink in the appreciatively the damp patch in the middle of your underwear. “You just had to come in here and greedily take me, had to get your beautiful hands on my cock like the filthy whore that you are.”
“Tell me what you want, my pretty little slut,” Yoongi sings in you ear, teasing you as you squirm on his thighs. He knows exactly what you need. But he likes hearing you struggle to get out the words, likes seeing your fucked out face as you try to concentrate on something other than the friction on your center from his jeans.
“Please Yoongi,” you sob, “please put your rings on my clit.” Your generous boyfriend takes pity on you, roughly shoving your panties down, in such a hurry that he barely manages to get them to your mid thigh. Somehow, his impatience makes it hotter. You arch back as if struck by lightning when you feel the cool metal of the S brand itself against your swollen clit.
It feels incredible. Your hand instantly releases from his dick when the first sparks of pleasure hit you. The sensation is all you can focus on, particularly how the texture of the glinting diamonds is pressing up into your slick heat. He flicks your clit with his jeweled knuckle at a excruciating pace, hard enough to make you see stars but not hard enough that the hot pit in your stomach can sastisfingly snap. It’s not enough. And, judging by Yoongi’s infuriatingly smug (and smoldering) look, he’s well aware. The asshole loves to make you beg.
“Y-Yoongi,” you choke out. “I need more. Please Yoongi please I need your fingers inside me. Please.” He gracefully plunges two fingers deep into your heat, knowing you enjoy the instant stretch.
“What do you say now, kitten?”
“Thank you.” You swear a tear of ecstasy rolls down your cheek as he explores your wallls like they hold some type of secret treasure. Curling into your g spot, you collapse onto his glistening chest, taking the onslaught of pleasure he gives you like the good girl that you are. A warm heat settles over your body, pleasure shooting through your veins as Yoongi works inside of you. The width of his rings adds an extra delectable stretch inside your pussy, as well as a shock from the freezing of the metal. Your fantasies were childlike in comparison to reality. You, hot and human, and his rings, icy and metal. The contradiction seems almost taboo. Your pussy clenches in satisfaction at the pulsing of your boyfriends fingers, his long digits hitting every spot that you need him to. But still, it’s not enough.
“Yoongi, your cock. I want it in me.” He scoffs at your brazen request.
“My kitten is so greedy tonight. And just why should I reward you with what you want, baby?”
He keeps pumping his fingers into you as you attempt to answer. You know the one way to get him to give in quickly, and you plan on using it to your full advantage.
“Because, I need your cum in me. I need to feel you deep in my pussy Yoongi. I need it so badly.”
If there’s one way to get Yoongi going, it’s with that. You both know you’re on the pill anyway, so he never has to be worried (or turned on) by the risk. There’s just something so satisfying to him about watching his seed drip out of your hole, knowing that only he gets to mark you in such an intimate way. That only a part of him gets to reach so deep into you. There’s nothing that makes his dick harder that making sure his come stays stuffed inside you.
So he gives his cock a couple quick tugs, too turned on to need anything more. He shifts his hips up to your waiting, dripping core, adjusting the two of you so that you can properly sit on his cock. He looks at your face as the tip of his dick parts your slick lips and glides up into your heat.
Your face as the head of his cock first enters you is something Yoongi will never tire of. Your mouth parts at the delicious stretch of the first stroke, and his head parts your walls to make way for the rest of his dick. Once he bottoms out, the two of you moan at the connection, the feeling of a lock fitting in a key. He grinds his hips up a little further to deepen the feeling for the two of you. Youre so satisfyingly full, his member the missing piece to the pleasure you’ve been seeking. You can feel his cock deep within you, twitching as he gets used to the sensation. You’re so wet from Yoongi’s previous fingering that he has no resistance as he pulls out of you, only the tip remaining before he brutally snaps back in. As your walls greedily suck him back inside, he lets out a deep groan of satisfaction before setting a merciless pace, furiously trying to get the two of you to the finish line.
You bounce on his dick almost like a doll, letting him use you for his pleasure and loving every second of it. His balls slap against your ass as you rise and fall along his dick, each thrust hitting deep and hard inside you. The shape of Yoongi’s length is perfect for hitting exactly the spot you need, and soon you’re furiously digging your nails into his back and begging him to finish you off.
His rings sink into your clit as his other hand snakes up to your neck. He wraps his hand around your neck and squeezes, careful of your windpipe and ensuring you feel only the pleasure as he restricts your air flow. Your field of view shrinks as he chokes the oxygen out of your head, and this new addition is the last thing that you needed.
Your clit pulses as you come, your walls fluttering as the rythmn of your orgasm sends jolts of pleasure through your body. You turn boneless, letting the sensation fly through you as you grind to continue the blinding warmth glowing from your core.
Seeing your wracked by the delicious feelings that he caused you, Yoongi can’t help but come too. He lets out one last grunt before burying himself into you as far as he can go, chest heaving as he comes in thick spurts, coating the inside of your walls just how he likes. He collapses back against the couch, still buried inside you, causing you to yelp as you’re pulled with him. You both breathe heavily as you recover from your intense highs.
“So… you should wear your rings more often…” you say once his softening dick finally slips out of you. He pulls you in for your first kiss of the night, a tender suck of your lips onto his as he physically declares his love for you.
“I’d have to agree,” he calmly replies, casually sticking his finger back inside you as if you two were doing something no more causal than having a chat. He uses his ring to catch the come slipping out of you, pushing it back in and smirking in success when only a few more white drops slip out. Pulling his finger out, he taps your lips and you obediently open, cleaning his ring of his come as he looks on with pupils blown wide. Once you’re satisfied, you return his finger to him and move to hike your panties back up. A rebellious glob of your boyfriend’s come slides out of you to ruin your panties, and you internally sigh. Worth it, after seeing Yoongi’s bulging eyes at your sopping underwear. You’d do it a thousand times over if a cream pie gets him that hot and bothered.
“Come on. Your band members are waiting on you.”
You unclick the lock and adjust your dress as Yoongi pulls his shirt back on.
“Don’t think whatever they have to say can be as good as what you just gave me, baby.”
You smack him on the arm as he loops his arm around your waist.
