glosstwn

[glosstwn]

Hihi, Idk if requests are open. But can you do Suga x fem!reader where he fucks her while her hands are behind her back…maybe degrading and dumbifaction. Possibly edging?? If you’re comfortable. ily !

FAVOURITE — M.YG

★Pairing: min yoongi + f!reader

★Genre: smut

★: not proof read, mean dom!myg , office!au , office sex , unprotected sex (practice safe sex!) , bondage , pussy slapping , fingering , dumbification , slight edging , name calling , nicknames — lmk if i missed any! ^^

★W/C: 1,479

A/N: hiii!! Sorry if this took so long 😭 tysm to user for sending me this! I had sm fun writing it! I hope it checks out all that you wanted 😞🥰 enjoy!!!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

The bundle of files came flying at you, hitting you on the chest, The impact made you stumble back a bit. “Are you fucking stupid???” Yoongi spat at you from behind his desk. An angry scowl was plastered on his face. He slammed his hand on the desk. “I ask you one thing, and this is the result?!” You flinch at his words and actions. Your gaze was low, trying to avoid any eye contact with the furious man that stood in front of you. 

Being Yoongis assistant was not as easy as you thought. You thought it would be all easygoing and happy because you were literally working for one of the biggest corporations and were hired as the personal assistant for the CEO! Isn't that a dream!!?? You would think. It was far from that. Yoongi was a sadist. He liked torturing you. Giving you the hardest assignments or tasks for you to complete and, on top of that, a very short amount of time to finish them. He made you follow millions of rules because ‘you are new, so you need guidance, right?’. You started getting why his other assistants resigned. 

You stared at the ground, on the verge of tears. You were a pretty sensitive person, so him screaming at you, accompanied by the throwing of things, was the perfect recipe for your waterworks to pour. You tried staying strong and tried to put up with his attitude, but today was the last straw.

“Are you that incompetent? Is this how I taught you? You dumb fucking slut! The only thing you are good at is flirting and fucking my employees!” He snapped at you harshly. Your heart sank at his words, and you started sniffing. He noticed it almost immediately and walked towards you, his lean body towering over your small frame as he stared down at you. You stayed silent, as you were not allowed to talk back to him until he said so. You gulped before hot streams of tears started pouring down your face. Yoongi stared at you, amused, A smirk was on his face as he finally broke you. He lifted your chin up and stared into your tear-filled eyes blankly. “Pathetic… Did I really hire a crybaby?” You shook your head. “N-no.. sir… w-whatever you said is not true…” You spoke up. You stutter in fear. “What?” His grip on your chin tightened. He got closer, his other hand creeping behind and groping your plump ass. Your breath hitched at his sudden action. His hand travels down to your neck, wrapping his fingers around them as he brings your face closer to his own. “Gon’ teach you a good lesson, ‘kay? So better shut your stupid fucking mouth and listen t’ me..” he hissed. His hand on your ass went under your short pencil skirt. You gulp and shudder when you feel his long, cold fingers rubbing your wet cunt. “So fucking wet.. you like it when I get angry at you, dont you , pretty?” His other hand found your ass cheeks before spreading and giving them a tight slap. You whine as you feel his fingers prod into your cunny , your head falling onto his chest. Hot tears stained his white button up. 

“S-sir.. please .. its embarrassi-“ He cut you off by landing a slap on your wet cunt. You jerk forward at the impact and sob as you watch Yoongi spread your cheeks and admire your pretty pussy. “So pretty… everything about you is perfect…” he praised. You whimpered as you felt his hot breath fanning over your bare pussy. You couldn’t do much as he had you bent over his desk, with his black valentino tie, binding your hands together behind your back. He gently placed a kiss on your slit, sending shivers down your spine. You writhed as he made out with your pussy. You gasped out as he slapped your ass. “Quit moving, bitch.” You gulped and closed your eyes as he licked a long stripe. Your eyes rolled back, and you started drooling as you felt his tongue inside of your warm walls. Yoongi buried his face in your pussy, his nose nudged inside. His tongue moved inside you with precision. A stream of your arousal ran down yoongis chin and your thighs. He moaned as he felt you clench around his tongue. “So wet. You are such a slut..” he mumbled into your pussy. You cried out as yoongis fingers found your neglected clit, slender fingers toying with the sensitive bud to overstimulate you. “S-sir… s’ too much!” Yoongi pulled away, leaving your cunt throbbing. He stood up and hovered over your small frame. You look up at him with glossy eyes, and a fucked out face, barely even being able to comprehend what’s going on. “Too much?” You nod dumbly, your eyes on the verge of tears. Yoongi's hands smoothed over your sweaty forehead, pushing away the stray hairs. “I barely started, princess..” Your mouth falls agape as you feel his fingers circle your entrance. “You disappointed me today… don’t you think i –squelch– deserve compensation..?” Your eyes roll back, and you moan as his fingers curl into your g spot. Your legs were trembling as four of his fingers went in and out off your sex, his hands already getting coated with your juices, almost reaching the cuffs of his suit jacket. Loud, squelching sounds accompanied by your soft moans bounced off the walls of his office. Yoongis other hand, found your perky nipples, playing with them through your thin shirt. “Mmm-ngh- s-sir….” You were too out of it to even speak. His fingers drove into you at an insane pace. Your mind was foggy as you slurred your words. “Gon -ngh- na.. c-cuum…” you almost felt like you were going to black out, but you were quickly brought back to earth as Yoongi pulled his fingers away. You cried out and turned around to look at Yoongi.

Your eyes almost popped out of your skull as Yoongis long cock plunged into you without a warning. Yoongi had a shit eating grin as he watched your reaction. He started moving his hips, sharp thrusts abused your walls. Your eyes crossed, and you started drooling from the sides of your mouth as Yoongi pounded into your squelching pussy. One of his hands was on your hip, keeping your body steady, and the other was on your head, squishing the side of your face. With every driving thrust into your pussy, the desk shook. You were crying and whining. Yoongi's cock was just too good. He pulled your head back, making you look into his eyes. “Look at you… all fucked out, and i barely started… feels good, princess? Does my princess like getting fucked like this? Yeah?” You whine at his words, unable to speak. You looked at him with your big, glossy eyes, lips in a pout, and eyebrows stitched together.  Yoongi almost lost it after looking at your state. “Is the dick too good that my princess cant even speak?” He scoffed before wrapping his hand around your neck, bringing you closer to his body. He used his other hand to lift one of your legs up on the desk. The new position hit the right spots. You moaned as his cock continuously bruised your cervix. He would pull back all the way and plunge into you, grazing your sensitive g spot. The hand on your neck was an added stimulation. “Fuuuuuckk…- sirrr.. -hic- its too g-goodd..” “yeah? Does my pretty little slut wanna cum? Does she wanna come all over boss’s dick?” He said it in between hot breaths. You nodded incoherently. “Mhmffm- wan’ more… wanna c-cummm….” Yoongis eyebrows furrowed as he watched your pussy suck him in. A thick ring of your cream was coating his pelvis. “So good… such a pretty whore.. do you see the way your pussy is taking me? ‘m gonna fill you up. Im gonna make sure you walk out with my cum dripping down your thighs. Wan’ everyone to know who this whore belongs too..” you cried out at his words, and a stream of your hot arousal gushed out of your pussy. You fall limply onto the desk and let Yoongi use your cunt. Not long after, his hot cum filled your womb. Rope after rope. He hunched over your small frame, holding you close to his body as he calmed himself down from his intense orgasm. 

Yoongi laid your weak body down on his office couch. You were barely conscious. He had cleaned you down and fixed your hair. He untied your hands and smoothed over the red marks. He had your head on his lap, as he ran his fingers through your slightly sweaty hair. He gently placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“ My favourite girl. ”

A/N: thank you for reading!! Did it seemed too rushed? I told i will post rqs in march but i couldn’t help but post it 😭 was the office theme okay? Hope you liked it <3 i will be back 🔜 pookies hehe

[glosstwn]

moonlight | m.yg [1]

next chapter: soon

summary: when it’s finally the week of your big sister's wedding, you’re more than excited for it to be over as responsibilities come flying your way. however, you can’t seem to stop thinking about a particular groomsman with blonde hair.

pairing: groomsman!yoongi x bridesmaid!y/n

genre: wedding!au, strangers to lovers au | awkward, fluff, angst, mature

word count: 7.4k

status: in progress

author’s note: reposting this bc i miss him. i’ve been wanting to do this for sooooo long but never had time- still don’t but oops.

Sleep is what you really needed right now, especially when you already lacked it in your daily life. But no, that wasn’t really an option right now, not when you had to wait for your sister to pick you up from the airport and get dinner afterwards. 

Realistically, you could’ve slept on the plane ride here, but you hated the seat you were in. At first, you sat in the aisle seat because it was always the fastest way to exit afterwards, but you had to give that up when a man probably in his late 50s basically ordered you to move to the middle because older people need "more" room. 

You weren’t happy, but you weren’t about to argue because of this.

All you wanted to do right now was go to your old bedroom and change into some comfy sweats and an oversized t-shirt before pulling your blankets over your head to sleep in peace. You knew it was not going to happen any time soon, but a girl can wish. 

As you finally saw your suitcases at the baggage claim area, you grabbed one, almost falling by how large and heavy it was. You cursed at yourself for overpacking, but you were staying in town for two weeks and could not risk the chance of not having enough clothes. Luckily, your other suitcase was fairly smaller.

Walking to the other side of the terminal, you saw the exit to the pick up area, immediately moving your legs faster because you couldn’t wait to get out of here. There were too many people walking slow, it surprised you how calm you’ve lasted.

Once you reached a bench in front of the area, you noticed that the weather was not that great. It was raining, which you loved- but your sister planned most of her events outside so this is probably going to make her cry for hours.

And you really don't wanna be the shoulder she cries on- she is very dramatic when she sobs.

Pulling out your phone, you noticed you received three texts. One from your sister, mom, and boss. 

[mom] 5:57pm: were you able to land safely? don’t look tired and try not to be introverted, namjoon’s mother is joining us for dinner. put on some makeup, love you!

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. You weren’t surprised in the slightest, you knew how your mother was. She didn���t mean any harm, but she loves to impress others. By looking a bit tidy, she thinks people wouldn’t think lowly of us. However, she fails to understand that we’ve known your future brother-in-law’s family for almost six years now, you don’t believe they will call off the wedding by seeing their future daughter-in-law’s little sister bare faced. 

Plus, his mother is the sweetest. If anything, she always told you how much she loved seeing natural faces compared to the overdose of products people nowadays use in which she refers to “tiktok trends.” 

[jae] 6:01pm: the office is going to miss you! tell ur sister congrats again, and then do it again for me once she’s actually married lol. don’t you dare ask if there’s work for you to do it in the next two weeks! 

Laughing to yourself, you quickly replied with a small “thank you, i will tell her,” along with a “darn, now i cant use work as an excuse to get out of wedding duties. but if there is work needed to be done just text me.”

[violet] 6:13pm: almost there!! look out for a black suv. hope u don’t need to go home, kinda planning to go straight to dinner bc our reservation is at 7 and joonie doesn’t want to be late! he’s scared they’ll judge us, see you soon &lt;3

Of course he would think that, coming from the man who thinks texting and walking is rude- it's debatable!

That’s when you looked at the time, noticing that it was exactly 6:20pm. There was still time to make it by 7, you were sure of it.

As you were about to reply to your mom and sister, you heard the sound of tires screeching with constant honks. You looked up, noticing a very expensive-looking suv pulled near the curb, still beeping.

Was this your sister? I mean, it was black like she stated it would be.

Your question was finally answered when you noticed the passenger window being rolled down, revealing two young looking men with bright smiles eagerly waving, the driver still beeping with his other hand causing many people around to glare as they walked by.

You noticed the man with very shaggy hair, wearing what seems to be a white t-shirt, black slacks, and sneakers as he opened the door. “What’s up, y/n,” he smiled, making his way towards you.

“Taehyung? What are you doing here? I thought Violet was going to pick me up- is she in the backseat?” You questioned as he automatically went to grab your bags. “And what is this moron doing here? I thought he got his license taken away last month?”

Looking back to the SUV, you saw your cousin in the driver’s seat with what seems to be him fighting off a man with a bright yellow and green vest knocking violently on his window side. 

“You cannot park here, you’re holding up traffic!” the man yelled, causing your cousin to roll his eyes before rolling down the window maybe two inches before yelling back.

“You’re the one holding up traffic standing in the middle of the road!”

“Don’t make me call security! Park in the parking lot!” The man dragged on, hitting the side of the car repeatedly and motioning his arms to drive away at the same time. 

"Aren't you security?!" Your cousin honked before glaring at the man. “And you scratch my car, you pay for it!”

You stopped watching their little altercation as Taehyung began rolling your suitcases towards the trunk of the car, making you follow along. “She wasn’t able to come, apparently she had to go pick up some materials she ordered for the centerpieces,” he stated, setting the bags inside before closing the trunk. “And I am not sure why he is driving, I think everybody forgot he shouldn’t be and I am too lazy to do it, I was not able to take my nap today because Namjoon made me paint the photo booth all morning- it was exhausting.” 

Opening the passenger door for you, you quickly jumped in as he shut it before jumping into the seat behind you. Turning to your left, you could still see your cousin arguing with the man before Taehyung told him to drive already.

“No! I hope you have a shitty day, you asshole!” Your cousin screamed before speeding away down the street. After literally two seconds, he looked your way while smiling brightly. “I missed you!”

Giving him a dirty glance, you slap his arm. “Ow! What was that for?” He whined, rubbing his arm with his free hand.

“Jungkook, why the fuck are you driving?” you declared. “You’re not allowed”

“Says who,” he rolled his eyes.

“The state,” Taehyung says from the backseat.

Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head. “They can’t do anything, I pay my taxes.”

Groaning, you rub your forehead. “This has nothing to do with your taxes, you imbecile.”

He gives you a confused look for a quick moment before moving his eyes back on the road again. “You don’t need to use big words to attack me, y/n. This isn’t law school.”

You heard Taehyung sighing at how annoying his friend was being. To clear things up, Taehyung was actually a close friend of your side of the family through Jungkook, the two of them being inseparable since kindergarten. 

You just so happened to know him well since he always followed Jungkook everywhere he went, same vice versa, as you saw your cousin basically everyday due to only being one year apart and both your mom’s being sisters. But with Taehyung, you happened to be the same age, same with their other friend in their trilogy, Jimin. In which you were surprised he wasn’t here because Jimin loved going to dinner with them. 

“Why are you driving?”

“I got my license back,” he smiled, nodding heavily when he saw the questionable facial expression you were making. “I swear! I went to the DMV and everything. I got it back after paying like $3,000.”

Choking on your saliva after hearing how much he had to pay, you gasped, “Why so much? What exactly did you do?!”

Jungkook awkwardly moved both his hands on the steering wheel, obviously not wanting to answer your question as you heard his friend chuckling in the backseat. “Yeah, tell her Jungkook, what did you do?”

Throwing a small box of tissues he had left near the middle cup holder to Taehyung, Jungkook began his excuse. “I���m not really sure, apparently it’s illegal to drive through rain puddles,” he shrugged.

You shifted your head a bit, “that’s not illegal.”

“It is when you purposely speed through them to get people wet,” Taehyung giggled as Jungkook groaned in annoyance.

“Dude! You weren’t supposed to tell her that part!” Jungkook whined.

“That is so rude,” you pinched his arm as he tried moving away from you, knowing your first reaction to things were mostly violence. “How would you like it if someone did that to you?”

“I actually wouldn’t mind it,” he stated. “Saves me money from going to a waterpark.”

Sometimes, you wondered what goes on in that big head of your cousin. Not much common sense, that’s for sure.

“Anywho,” you spoke up, trying to change the dumb conversation you just had. “What’s the plan for tonight? I heard something about a dinner, but other than that I have idea what’s going on. No one told me anything.”

Jungkook shrugged, glancing at you a few times as he answered your question. “I know we have dinner with some of Namjoon’s friends, his mom, your parents, and then you sister’s friends. But afterwards, no clue.”

“Why are you and Taehyung going then?” 

He scoffed, looking offended. “I’ll have you know, we are very much indeed Namjoon’s friends,” he proudly said before giving in once he saw how that did nothing. Maybe acquaintances but definitely not friends. “All the groomsmen were invited.”

Ah yes, you almost forgot Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin were appointed groomsmen which was a big shock considering they were not close to Namjoon like that. 

But to be completely honest, your sister did have six bridesmaids while Namjoon only had three real groomsmen he wanted. So, she was able to convince Namjoon to allow the other three to take apart on their special day because they were basically like family.

And because he had no one else to call.

Although, it didn’t take much convincing, Namjoon did love the guys and they all bonded really well whenever they did interact.

“So, Jimin’s going?”

“He should be,” you heard Taehyung answer. “He couldn’t come with us to pick you up because he had to drop his little brother off at baseball practice- but I think their mom is going to pick him up once he’s done.”

You nodded, understanding the situation. To be honest, you were happy the three of them were going. It’s not like you wouldn’t know anyone tonight, maybe only a couple people, but the rest of your family never knew how to make you feel comfortable the same way the boys did.

Maybe its because you basically grew up with them and how you were all close in age, but you felt more open and less forced to act a certain way when they were by your side. 

Throughout the car ride, you had to constantly bicker with Jungkook about slowing down and to avoid potholes as it kept getting in the way of you applying concealer and powder from your seat. You especially yelled when he almost made you smash your mascara wand in your eye, causing Taehyung to hide his laughter as he scrolled through twitter. 

Finally, after small loads of traffic and listening to Jungkook’s ‘go crazy, go stupid’ playlist in which consisted of old Taylor Swift and Hannah Montana songs, you made it to the restaurant. The problem was, the rain was hectic. You’re surprised Jungkook didn’t crash into a pole trying to see through his windshield wipers.

Once you parked, Jungkook sheepishly smiled. “Okay so we have a small problem- nothing serious,” he stated as you gave him a look for him to continue. “We don’t have an umbrella.”

“What-” you and Taehyung said at the same time. “I can’t show up in there all wet, it’s pouring outside!”

“-and I can’t risk getting my shirt wet, I didn’t bring a sweatshirt and I am wearing a white top- my chest will be see through if it gets wet!” Taehyung cried out. “I don’t want people violating me.”

“Calm down, drama queens,” Your cousin rolled his eyes. “Y/n, cover your face with your arms to protect your makeup- that’s the only thing you should save. Taehyung, wrap your arms over your chest, don’t you dare lift them until we are sheltered. We got this guys!”

You scoffed as he cheered you both on. At least you all will be drenched together, you thought. 

Getting ready to jump out of the car, you looked down at your outfit. You were wearing an oversized dark brown crewneck sweater, black thick leggings, and your white platform sneakers. At least you were kind of warm and didn’t have much to damage from the rain. 

Looking back at how far the restaurant was from your parking spot, you three basically had to run the side of the building to get to the front. It wouldn’t have been a problem if it was regularly raining- but as it was lashing down with some now background sounds of thunder and lightening, you knew this was going to be a bad idea. 

Jungkook gave you two a confident nod before aiming towards his door as Taehyung and you gave each other a worried look, eventually doing the same. “On the count of 3!” Jungkook yelled from his side. 

Once we were all ready, hands on the door handle, you heard Taehyung start, “1-”

“-3!” Jungkook screamed and ran out the door, hearing the door lock as he ran his distance. 

Taehyung and you looked at each other in shock before chasing after him. As you took more and more steps, you could tell that this rainstorm was probably one of the worst you have ever encountered.

But to be fair, you should have checked the forecast and remembered to bring your own umbrella. 

After what seemed like minutes, the three of you finally made it to the front of the building in which you were blessed with a roof for your protection. At this moment, you have never been happier. 

Moving your eyes to the two boys standing near you, you noticed how even though Tae’s hair was swamped, he managed to barely get his chest wet. Jungkook’s hair began curling up on the sides, but only that and his shoulders were fairly drenched. 

You tried straightening out your sweater while looking up at Taehyung. “Do I look alright?”

“Yeah, you totally don’t look like you just ran through the rain.” he nodded, even though you could feel your hair soaked. 

“Your makeup still looks intact,” Jungkook added, “but your hair- eh.”

You glared at him as he lifted his hands up in defense. He shouldn’t be talking, his hair was soaked too.

Trying to make yourselves look presentable, you didn’t notice someone rushing near you three, only when you felt a pair of arms wrapping behind you, causing you to squeal.

Moving your head to see the owner of the arms, you immediately hugged them back. “Jimin!”

“Y/n!” he giggled, but suddenly pulled away. “Ew, you’re drenched.” Nodding towards Jungkook, he quickly understood what happened. “Why didn’t you just tell me you guys were here? Jungkook, I texted you that I had an umbrella if you needed one.”

Taehyung and you turned to glare at Jungkook as he turned red and stammered, "I’m sorry, I-I didn’t see the message!”

"Hold on, man. Didn't you just dropped off your brother? It's pouring," Taehyung.

Jimin shrugged, "Do you think the MLB teams stop their games over some rain."

"In some cases, yes."

“Y/n! You’re here!” you heard that familiar voice squeal behind you, followed by a pair of arms once again hugging you. “I would totally not touch you, but I haven’t seen you in three months!”

Smiling, you held your annoying sister until you heard a cough. You let go to see your parents standing near her, your mom pushing her to the side, making your sister almost fall to the ground, before wrapping her arms around you. “Y/n! How was your flight? You never replied to my text, young lady,” she crossed her arms. Oh, how you love when your mother’s mood changes constantly.

She suddenly touched your face lightly, “Your face looks lovely! You’re hair though- uh its alright! The rain is our excuse!” she beamed.

Same old mother, but at least you knew she did not want you to take things seriously. 

You felt your dad lightly wrap an arm around you, giving you a short greeting, probably not wanting to hold up our reservation as well but not because he didn’t want to be rude, he wanted to eat already. 

Noticing no one else was outside, you sister began speaking. “Namjoon, his friends, and mom are inside sitting at the table already. I told them not to wait up on us so we don’t cause much of a disturbance inside.”

Nodding, she then began guiding everyone inside with your parents following directly behind her while Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook walked right along with you. It was a short walk inside, but you noticed that the table must have been all the way in the back, maybe in another room by how far in you all were going.

Being right, you could see that they reserved a private room which was extremely crazy- this must’ve been so expensive for a casual dinner! 

The first person you noticed was your future brother-in-law sitting at the middle of the wide circular table, a seat empty right beside him for your sister you assumed. You identified his mother pretty clearly as she sat on the other side of him.

Your parents quickly sat on the seats right next to where your sister just sat. You moved your eyes to see most of the bridesmaids, who you knew for the longest as they all either went to school or worked with her, sitting right near you parents and across from them. 

There was only one seat next to the last bridesmaid that was opened, so you assumed it was for you as it was across from your sister’s seat. Looking at the boys, you frowned, realizing you would be separated as they only had empty seats on the other side of the table where Namjoon’s mom sat. At least you could look at them from across the table.

Jimin fake pouted before they all walked to the available seats. You finally noticed the three other boys sitting beside them, only recognizing one of them, Hoseok. You were happy to be seated right next to him as you two have met many times in the past, but you couldn’t help but wonder who the other two were and why you weren’t introduced to them earlier. 

Hoseok was actually a close friend of both Namjoon and your sister, in fact, he was the one who introduced them many years ago. He was probably one of the few close male friends your sister even had who she trusted with all her heart who didn’t want to sleep with her.

You also befriended him as he was the only one who wouldn’t complain but encouraged you to hang out with them during their high school days when your sister pulled the ‘hormonal teenager who hates everybody’ phase.

“Nice to see you, y/n. Thanks for coming, I know you must be exhausted from your flight, but it means a lot that you were able to make it,” Namjoon kindly greeted you, in which you smiled in return.

“It’s okay,” you shyly reply, feeling your nerves kick in because you suck at public speaking, even when it’s with people you’ve already met. 

“Now she’s shy,” you heard your cousin stifle in a low laugh before Jimin kicked his leg, in which he groaned in pain, trying not to make any noise as he clutched his knee. 

As you gave Jungkook a dirty look, you began turning, quickly taking a look at the guests you didn’t know. One seemed to look slightly tall, or you assumed he was by how long his torso was. He was very good looking, just not your type.

But the other one was already looking at you, his eyes quickly moving away when he realized he was caught, not seeming to care though. He had very beautiful eyes and bright blonde hair, but he looked very intimidating with his blank- almost cold expression. 

“You look dashing, y/n!” You heard Namjoon’s mom exclaim, making you turn extremely red. God, you hated when people gave you compliments, especially when others were around. You did not like the attention it brought.

“Thank you” you looked down, trying your best to make your face cool down. You wish you were in the rain right now.

“I take full responsibility for her hair not looking the best,” Jungkook spoke up, making you immediately cover your face with your hands, praying he stop talking. “I forgot the umbrella.”

You heard him groan again, maybe from one of the boys kicking him for his irrelevant comments.

“I know the struggle,” You heard one of the unknown guests Namjoon had, the one who looked tall, begin. “I tripped while trying to walk in and landed on a puddle.” This caused you to giggle, happy that he was willing to embarrass himself to deflect the attention off you. “But it’s alright, luckily I had extra pants in my car.”

“Now that you mentioned that uh- fascinating information,” Namjoon awkwardly started. “Y/n, I realized you never met my other groomsmen-”

“Groomsmen? How dare you” You heard the same friend fake gasp, causing Hoseok to groan right beside you. “I am the one and only best man” 

“So, that’s Jin,” Hoseok finally spoke up, rolling his eyes at his friend who you realized probably loved the attention more than you actually knew.

“Oh, hi” you shyly waved as he gave you a cheesy smile. 

“Sorry about him, he’s a little over the top,” Namjoon sweetly mentioned to you, causing Jin to scoff. “-but in a good way!”

Just by observing their attitude towards each other, you can tell Jin was the friend who made Namjoon be more confident and open-minded enough to try new things. He seemed like the hype man of the group.

“And that’s Yoongi,” Hoseok added, pointing to the man on the left of him, the one who looked like he did not want to talk to anybody. You began to realize this Yoongi guy was more reserved than the rest, giving you a small nod as you awkwardly looked away.

“Sorry about him, he seems quiet- but he does talk! Quite a lot actually,” Jin added, causing Yoongi to nudge him. 

“Same with this one,” Violet giggled, looking your way causing you to glare at her. Way to put the spotlight on you. 

Luckily for you, your mother just knew so many topics to talk about that she carried a conversation fairly quickly right after your sister’s comment. 

You would have listened to it all the way, but to be honest, you were mentally exhausted. Work had you up till 10pm last night and with it being such a jammed pack month already, you completely forgot to pack until this morning. Having to check in two bags, you had to arrive at the airport three hours early to make it in time to depart from all the long lines. 

You don’t think anyone beside your dad and Namjoon’s mom were listening to your mom because as you looked around the table, you realized people were either making faces at their friends or just looking anywhere else but the speaker. 

That’s when you noticed Taehyung making a silly face your way, causing you to smile at him. But when you did so, you saw from the corner of your eye the restrained individual placing his eyes on you that didn’t leave until he was about to be caught again.

Yeah, you wished this dinner would be over soon.

-

"That was probably one of the best steaks I have ever digested," Namjoon smiled while wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"Did he just say 'digested'?" you heard one of your sister's friend, Mina you believe, whisper to her other friend, Hani, who just shrugged.

After about an hour of awkward conversations that consisted of when Violet and Namjoon would be making babies and who would take custody if they both randomly die, dinner was finally over.

To be honest, you were glad that you were mostly not chosen to speak. That was until your mother thought it would be a brilliant idea to bring up your personality compared to your sisters, in which she made sure to mention the one time in 4th grade when you threw a tantrum and bursted into tears because you didn't want her to leave you alone on the first day of school.

Violet made sure to clarify how immature you were as a fourth grader, in which you thought if it would really be bad punching her in the face right then and there. You were sure makeup could cover the bruises.

"I should probably get going, I think your father is getting off soon from work," you heard Namjoon's mom say, slowly standing up before giving her son a warm hug.

Following the signs, everyone began standing up, getting ready to say their goodbyes. That was until your sister suddenly spoke up, becoming an announcer.

"Wait I forgot to mention, tomorrow is day 1 out of 7!" she cheered as her fiancee placed an arm on her lower back. "Don't forget to bring your shoes!"

"What's tomorrow?" You thought, but apparently out loud as everyone glanced your way, causing you to look back at Violet.

"You don't know?!" she gasped, looking back towards your mom. "Did you not tell her?" Watching as your mother softly gave her a small smile, your sister's eyes made their way back to you in disbelief. "It's our first dance rehearsal."

"Dance rehearsal?" You squinted your eyes, not believing how in the world she planned to make people learn a dance in under a week. "You do understand your wedding is in 6 days right after tomorrow, right?"

"We couldn't plan practices earlier because you and Jin don't live near here and we didn't want you both going out of your way to get here for it," Namjoon commented. "That would've been too expensive."

Realization hit you, you have to dance...in front of people.

Looking up, you tried showing a relaxed expression, but you're sure you only pulled out an uncomfortable one at the thought of having to publicly dance when you are in fact the worse dancer ever.

Truth be told, you wish you can easily agree and go with the flow, but knowing yourself the best you know you cannot pull this off. There is a reason why you dropped dance class in high school and it was because you kept making your partner's toes bleed from stepping on them so much.

But before you could speak up, or as if you were going to, your sister beat you to it. "You're doing it, no exceptions," she pointed a finger at you.

"You can be my partner!" Jimin exclaimed, wrapping an arm over your shoulder, trying to cheer you up. "I'm a great dancer."

"I beg to differ," Taehyung crossed his arms. "Have you seen these hips? Been shaking them since I was eight years-old."

"Just Dance doesn't count," Jimin hissed, making Tae scoff.

"It does when you're undefeated!"

Before the two of them could continue their bickering, your sister intervened. "None of you are dancing with her, I've already assigned partners," and right when they were going to ask who she added, "and you're not finding out until tomorrow. I don't want you trying to ask us to privately change your partners tonight so deal with it."

That definitely made them shut up before she carried on saying farewell to everybody.

You being you, you stood there stiff as everyone hugged each other. Never knowing how to really say 'bye', you often just waved. It was your thing.

You felt large arms wrap around you, causing you to gasp for air from the tight hold. "It was so nice meeting you, y/n!" You heard Jin burst out before pulling away. "Hoping we end up as partners, you seem so chill."

Certain that that was not going to happen, you sheepishly nodded. Not that you did not want him as a partner, to be fair, you probably would have chosen him as one of your top choices if it were up to you only because he seemed friendly and welcoming.

However, he was the best man.

Everybody knows the best man always gets paired with the maid of the honor, in which you believe was Naile.

Once he moved passed you to say his goodbyes with your parents, you noticed Yoongi finishing his farewells with Namjoon's mom before turning in your direction.

Shifting your eyes somewhere else in the room, you felt a weird feeling in your stomach.

For some reason, interacting with someone else who is also quiet but now intimidating made you extra nervous, fearful they might randomly lash out on you.

Just before Yoongi could at least give you a small nod, like he had done earlier, Namjoon announced that we should all be on our ways as the restaurant probably wanted us gone by now.

Running up to Jimin, you followed your friends and cousin out the door. Not noticing the pair of eyes following your every move up until you were out of sight.

Finally, now you can go home and sleep.

-

Waking up this morning was hard for you, especially when you knew how stressful it was going to be.

Maybe it was because you knew what was to come but didn't at the same time. It was safe to say you were panicking the whole drive to the small park your sister booked for the morning.

However, your sister was nothing close to nervous, in fact, she was beaming in joy throughout the car ride, constantly telling you she was excited to be a day closer to her wedding.

"Don't freak out too much about practice, okay?" Violet began as she parked the car. "None of them have experience dancing, except Hobi and maybe like Jimin and whatever Tae thinks is dancing, but other than that we all suck."

"Thanks for the pep talk, I feel so much better," you sarcastically declare before opening the door and getting out.

"I'm serious! I know you well enough to see how anxious you are about this," she argued. "But I made sure to pick an easy dance we all can learn within a few days"

You only sighed. There was nothing you could really do at this point so there was not much convincing she was doing to make you feel better. Plus, it's her day. You kind of have to do whatever she wants whether you like it or not.

Following her to a medium-sized building, you noticed how nice this park really was. There was a huge duck pond on one side with a beautiful garden all around.

Where does she find these places?

As you two opened the doors, she led you down a hallway until you were walking into a pretty large banquet room. You saw mostly everyone was here, besides Jin and Namjoon, but other than that everyone was here.

"Where's my man?" Your sister questioned, setting her bag on one of the side tables as you closely followed behind her.

"Trying to figure out where he put his dancing shoes," Hoseok stated, lying back on the chair he was sitting in. "Hi, y/n."

You softly waved, seeing that Taehyung and Yoongi were sitting right next to him. Tae was too busy playing some game on his phone to notice your presence as Yoongi just gave you a brief glimpse before going on his phone as well.

"What took you forever to get here?" Jungkook asked, pulling up a seat right next to you on one of the empty tables you sat in. You felt Jimin sit next to him, waiting for your answer.

"Violet couldn't leave the house without shaving her face," you whispered, hoping she didn't hear that or else she would come up with something 10x worse to joke about you.

"I did notice something was different about her," Jimin joked, making you all laugh.

After talking for some time as your sister kept trying to call her fiancee, you heard the slam of a door with the sounds of footsteps nearing.

It appeared that Namjoon probably found his shoes with the help of Jin as they both ran in together, breathing a little heavy as your sister put her hand on her hip.

"Ready," he smiled, trying not to provoke your sister anymore.

Knowing your sister, she was probably going to hire some dance teacher to teach you guys proper techniques. What you did not know was that this instructor was going to make you freestyle your own ending steps with your partners.

Or at least that's what the instructor mentioned after they showed up fifteen minutes late due to "traffic."

But now that they have said it, no one knew who their partners were.

"Time for the moment everyone's been waiting for," your sister stomped her feet and motioned everyone to come near her. Once we did so, she asked, "who wants to know first?"

Jungkook raised his hand quickly. "Me!"

"I think we should make this a little fun," Violet smirked. "Let's write the pair's names on paper, randomly mix them in a bowl and then draw."

Namjoon nodded, not really caring too much about how this was going to be done. He just wanted to begin lessons, already knowing that he wasn't quite the best when it came to body movements only for the world to see.

You were despising every second of this. As the clock kept on ticking, you kept thinking about who your partner would be.

It's not like anyone here was truly horrible- or so you thought.

Plus, you had a high chance of getting the three boys you loved to death. However, your sister did say Jimin and Taehyung were out of the picture, so your only hope was your cousin.

But in your opinion, you weren't familiar with Namjoon's friends. Jin seemed like a sweetheart, but maybe the close proximity of dancing with someone who was practically a stranger was getting in your head.

The main person you were worried about was Yoongi.

It's not like you completely disliked him, you never dislike anyone unless you had a reason to. It was that you didn't know him.

You didn't know Jin either, but the difference was Jin made an effort to communicate to others. Yoongi just sits there with a blank expression, making you question if he is judging or ignoring you.

It's quite intimidating, really.

And with you being extremely quiet too, well... two quiet people don't really work well- or in a situation where both have to actively dance.

"Jimin and Leia!" you heard Namjoon announce.

Damn.

"Sorry, y/n," Jimin mouthed, making you swat your hand in reassurance that you were fine. I guess he's known you for so long to understand how frightening this was for you.

But you're a big girl, you'll get through this.

"Taehyung and Yuna!" Your sister roared.

Okay, maybe not.

Finally, after Hoseok and Jin were called, your nerves were getting to you. Now was not the time to overthink, whatever happens- happens.

Jungkook wasn't making this easier as he kept waving his arms around, mouthing the words "we're definitely partners." And for a split second, you began to believe him.

Well, that was until-

"Y/n and Yoongi," Namjoon called out, making your face fall. Violet began clapping her hands while her fiancee proudly smiled.

Feeling your face turn red, you continue staring at Namjoon as he slowly tilted his head to the side for you to go to your new partner, in which you responded with continuing on your stare.

It felt like hours before you felt someone's presence beside you, causing Namjoon to fix his attention back to announcing who's Jungkook's partner was going to be.

Moving your head slightly to the right, you could make out the bright blonde hair immediately. Yoongi was sitting next to you, oh my-

"I guess we're uh- partners?" he lightly squinted his eyes before looking directly at your own.

You felt weak at the knees by this eye contact, how are you going to make it through the week?

"R-right," you began, mentally screaming at yourself for stuttering "I mean right! Yeah, how uhm..cool?"

"Not really," he sighed, making your eyes widen. Was he really not that happy by this decision? "I don't dance much"

Relief hit you by his answer, okay maybe he doesn't hate you. "Don't worry, I'm on the same boat."

"Namjoon knows I don't do any of this," Yoongi cringed to himself. Does he mean dancing? "I'm sure your sister knows you aren't great either, they should have just partnered us up with someone who wasn't going to make us look humiliating."

Ouch, that stung.

You shut your mouth, not sure what to reply. You understood his point, but at the same time you didn't. It was beginning to become clear now that maybe he wasn't happy with this setup.

"Are we ready to begin?" you heard the instructor exclaim, causing you to look past Yoongi in which you were grateful this small conversation would have to be cut. "Please come forward and spread out, only your partners should be near you!"

Rubbing your fingers, you slowly followed after Yoongi who took the lead towards the middle of the spaced out "dance floor," or the only area in this room that did not have folding tables. The two of you ended up on the side while the others placed themselves throughout the middle and front of the teacher.

After listening to him ramble on about the needed chemistry between partners and showing how our hands must be placed on his practice dummy, who was Namjoon- which Violet did not like, it was time for everyone else to follow.

"Remember, the men are the leads! Take your lady's hand with your left and place your right on her hip! I want to feel the sexual tension from here!"

"Or a comfortable tension," Namjoon interfered.

Looking up at Yoongi, you saw him dully take his left hand out to grab your right one. By his lack of emotion, it triggered you to malfunction and embarrass the hell out of yourself.

He could feel how stiff your body was once he grabbed your hand, beginning to place his right hand behind on your mid back.

"Closer!" the instructor popped out of nowhere, causing you to flinch and almost trip over Yoongi's shoes. Yes, you just stepped on his shoes- he probably hates you now. "Hand on hip! You'll get the rhythm faster."

"No thanks, I'd rather not," Yoongi plainly stated, but was pushed inches away from your face when the instructor pushed you both forward.

You tried your best to look anywhere then at him, but it was incredibly hard. You did catch him throwing out a few glances a few times, but he would always divert his attention somewhere else when he noticed how uncomfortable you reacted to it.

"Do y-you think we should do what they are doing?" You asked, referring to steps that were just given to follow. Everybody else were figuring out the new footwork, but your partner just stood there as if he wanted to die already.

He simply just ignored you, only looking at what Jungkook and his partner were doing. In which, your cousin was swinging the poor girl around while she tried to slow him down in fear.

God, you wish this was over already.

-

"So...how did you like it?!" Violet questioned, sitting down on the bed in your old bedroom while you hid under the blankets. "It was fun, huh?"

"You call that fun?" You groaned, sitting up. "I want a new partner."

"What? No way! Yoongi will be hurt you wanted to switch."

"How if he was the one who questioned why we weren't switched in the first place?"

Violet gasped, "He said that?"

Nodding, you wiped some hair away from your face. "He also refused to put his hand on my hip. Is my body too gross for him or what?"

It did hurt your feelings he wouldn't listen to the basic suggestions, but if he didn't want to then there was nothing you could do.

"Maybe it was a respect thing- like to make sure he wasn't crossing any boundaries?"

Thinking about it for a second, she could be right.

"We just don't mix well, he would just ignore me any time I asked questions or spoke up," You sighed. "Please change my partner-"

"-I can't, we already began rehearsals," She cut you off.

"But we only learned basic steps! I can dance with a whole other human being and get it down with them! Please, please-"

"-no-"

"I can tell he despises every minute of this," You whine. "He's not into it and I'm just holding him back! You already know how scary this is to throw myself out there for this dance, at least let me be with someone who seems comfortable with me. It'll make me less anxious."

Your sister gave you a look, taking her time to think hard about this. She wanted you to feel fully comfortable, but it would be so unfair to switch partners the next day after announcing them.

"You know I want you to feel at your best, but the decision has been made and I-"

"If you let me switch I'll clean your room for a year," You rambled.

She rolled her eyes, "nice try, you don't even live nearby!"

"I'll send you money to buy your favorite meals twice a month!"

Violet gave you a stern look. "Y/n, no means no. I-"

"I'll say a speech at your wedding!"

That made her shut up.

This shocked you too because you avoided this topic from the start when she told you she was engaged. You hated talking, better yet- talking in front of people? No way, impossible to do!

"You would never, you can't even order your food without stuttering."

She didn't have to come at you like that..

"I promise!" you begged, jumping in front of her as she rolled her eyes.

Hearing her sigh, you felt weight being lifted off your shoulder. "Fine! You can have Hoseok, he's a quick learner anyway."

Almost making your sister fall off the bed as you tackled her in a hug, you cheered. "Thank you! Thank you! Tha-"

"Shut up already," she scrunched her face, pushing you off harshly. "I'm only doing this because you seem to feel really uncomfortable being near him and my sister instincts are going off."

You nodded quickly, trying to be on your best behavior so she doesn't change her mind.

"It kind of sucks though," she shrugged. "Namjoon and I thought you would be the perfect fit, you two are so alike"

"Being antisocial doesn't automatically mean we'll hit it off."

"Sorry, wouldn't know what that's like," she smiled and stood up from your bed. "I'm gonna go check on mom and the centerpieces, you should text Hobi a heads up for this week."

Once she left the room, you pulled out your phone to text him. You hope you weren't being a total bitch for doing this, but you doubt Yoongi would get offended.

He was the one who suggested it.

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Burn the Mistletoe [Masterlist]

✦Yoongi x OC (ft. Seokjin, Hoseok and Jungkook) 🔞

✦ Read on AO3: LINK

✦ Read on Wattpad: LINK

✦Tags: angst, (kind of) enemies to lovers, eventual smut, atmospheric, winter mood, unrequited feelings, suppressed feelings, a little fluff, comforting, Christmas theme, takes place in a the Italian Alps, goes well with hot chocolate or Baileys

✦Warnings: eventual smut (explicit language), brief mentions of mental issues and depression; 

✦Summary: This is supposed to be a peaceful vacation with the family. But Min Yoongi shows up to complicate things. His presence will remind Eloisa of all the mistakes she made in the past. Will she be able to mend her relationship with him or will she end up hurting him again?

✦Word Count: each part is around 3k~8k

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Devil with the Mint Hair

You get way too high and finally have sex with your brother’s best friend—and your sworn enemy—Min Yoongi.

🍃 Yoongi x Female Reader

🍃 word count: wip. currently 3.4k + images of text conversations

🍃 brother’s best friend, enemies to fuck buddies, explicit smut, nsfw, 18+

🍃 warnings: use of marijuana, dubious consent, groping, being too rough, spitting, teasing, oral sex, Yoongi calling you easy, unprotected sex on your bedroom floor, multiple orgasms, post-nut regret, dirty talk. Yoongi always finds a way to wear you down and make you give in.

🍃 notes: you hate him, and yet…lol. what started as a oneshot requested by @blog-name-idk is turning into something more. i have no idea how many installments there will be of this! expect to be surprised from time to time! low commitment at best!!!

🍃 written chapters beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🍃 posted oct. 2022, sept. 2023 | read on ao3

INDEX:

1: It's euphoric. You gotta try it. | 3.4k words

2: hey, beautiful 😍 wyd? | 0 words, images of text conversations (link coming soon!)

3: coming soon!

4: coming eventually!

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Devil with the Mint Hair is copyright 2022 - 2023 theharrowing, all rights reserved. 

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·˚ ༘ 💌 IMAGINE┊yoongi as your pot dealer and having no money to re-up. how else will he get his payment?

TAGS — older yoongi, sex as money, blow jobs, degradation, unprotected sex, tiny amount of cumplay

WORD COUNT — 1.7 k

"That's it," Yoongi grunts and slips a few more inches of his cock down your throat, "fuckin' take it you dirty slut." He mutters as he tangles a hand in your hair.

How did you get to this point?

Moments ago it felt like you were just sitting on Yoongi's couch as he went over the products he had in store for you. You agreed to a few pre-rolls, a bag of edibles, and something else.. It didn't matter because when you go to pay the man you realize all you have is your card and not cash.

That's when he suggests 'it'. Yoongi was more than happy to accept other favors as payment..

You gag some more on his cock, eyes watering and mascara running as he forces you to the base of his cock where your nose touches his stomach. You fight off the urge to choke and gag as you noisily swallow around his cock, throat contracting as your eyes flutter close. Yoongi only holds you still against him, letting out a breath he was holding as he gently bucked into your mouth.

"Fuckkk, there you go, c'mon baby it ain't gonna suck itself." Yoongi licks his lips and pats the side of you cheek mockingly.

You try to suck him, lips tightening around his cock as you slurp up any spit coating his cock. Slowly you bob your head back and forth, your shaky hands came up to rest on his thighs for support as you used it as leverage to move back and forth. Yoongi looks like he's in bliss.

He's got his lips parted, tongue poking out and eyes hooded as he watches you give him possibly the best head of his damn life. Yoongi grips your hair tighter and forces you to move faster. The sudden movement makes you choke again right when you had your gag reflex under control.

You sputter around his cock, pulling right back to heave and catch your breath as saliva drips from the corner of your mouth. Yoongi strokes his slick cock, relishing in the filthy little noise that comes afterwards.

"Surely you can do better than that. This should come easy to a seasoned slut like you y/n." He chuckles softly.

Hearing him say these.. degrading things only manage to fuel your desire even more. You squirm a little from where you're positioned on the floor with your knees pressed on the hard floor. You're definitely going to bruise after this..

"I can.." You timidly reply and stare up at him as you once again get comfortable and let your mouth fall open for Yoongi.

"You're a fucking menace," Yoongi grunts and guides his cock back into your mouth, "I wonder what people would think if they knew the real you? Do they know you suck off your dealers for weed?"

What would people think? Yoongi's like that older brother everyone wishes they had. He's definitely way older than you and it'd fit the whole slutty college girl hooking up with her older dealer concept. You like the sound of it.

You ignore him and hum around his cock as you tongue at the tip of his cock before bobbing your head back and forth. You make sloppy sucking noises and use your hand to stroke the rest of his shaft that didn't fit in your mouth. This in turn had Yoongi moaning a bit louder and clutching your hair tight.

"Oh shit," he grunts, "c'mere," he pulls you off his cock and points to his couch, "bend over and show me how fucking filthy you are."

A blush coats your cheeks as you eagerly rise on your wobbly legs. You bend over the couch, swaying your ass side to side as you patiently wait for his next move. "Look at you, like a bitch in heat." Yoongi smacks your ass.

You jump a little, biting your lip to suppress any more noises. He yanks your shorts down your slim legs, letting the flimsy material fall to your feet around your ankles alongside the pretty panties you wore. Yoongi hums in appreciation, you can feel his eyes glued to your form.

"So perfect, just for me." He rasped out and stroked over your soft skin, "Say it baby, say it's all for me." He murmurs.

You teasingly arch your back, hands coming behind you to spread your ass for him to show off your slicked up hole clenching around nothing. "It's all for you.." Your voice comes out in a soft coo, lips curled in a faint smirk.

Yoongi swears loudly, bringing his hand down to smack your ass hard before he's making you let go and grabbing a handful himself. He jiggles your bubbly flesh, squeezing and smacking it. "Gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk."

There was the sound of metal clanking as he undid his belt, you waited in agony as he took his sweet time to get his cock in you. Yoongi pressed the tip against your soft wet folds, "Are you on the pill?" He murmurs.

"Yes." You softly mumble, "Put it in," you push your hips back and whine when the tip slips in, "please."

"You make it so hard not to give in baby, but I need to know if you're okay with y'know this," he mumbles taking a hold of his cock and stopping before you go any further.

You want to sarcastically reply but then realize he means fucking without a condom. You bite your lip nodding, "I am."

With that he doesn't wait any longer, he's not gentle and sweet like moments before as he slides his cock all the way in. You're breathless, eyes fluttering shut as he stuffs you full and makes sure to bottom out balls deep. His pelvis is pressed tight against your plush ass, you can feel him so deep in you're not sure if he's rearranging your guts *literally*.

"Oh fuck," he sighs out and leans his head back, "so tight for a little slut like you."

You shiver at the pleasant feeling you get from his words, he doesn't right away start fucking you. He drags this out by rolling his hips and pressing deep into you. It's intense, you admit, the way his cock rubs up against your special places and presses deep inside you. It feels like pressure and pleasure at the same time.

"Should let everyone see how much of a cockslut you are. What would they think of you? What do you say baby? How 'bout we put on a show for everyone." Yoongi pants, hands coming to grip your hips as he picks up the pace a little.

His slim hips slap against your ass as it bounces perfectly against his pelvis. Your moans are soft and breathy, knees knocking together as he aims to his your g-spot. "A-A show..?" You whimper.

"Yes baby," Yoongi slaps your ass, "you don't want that? Don't wanna show them how much of a good slut you are for me? I'm sure they'd get off to your pretty little moans and fat ass." He mutters out and slams into you.

You yelp, hands scrambling to grip the couch as he jolts you with his harsh thrusts. "Mm fuck," you throw your head back, "h-harder."

Yoongi grins softly and does without hesitating, he watches the way your lips fall open as more louder moans pour out from them. You tremble just a little as you push your hips back to meet his. You both create a symphony of loud clapping noises and lewd squelching.

His cock slides in and out, globs of creamy slick coating the shaft. Yoongi's panting quietly and grunting, you know he feels good judging by the way his fingers dig into your ass cheeks. He grips you like a lifeline.

You whine loudly when the pleasure rises and your pussy begins to tingle. You're reaching an end and you want to drag this out as long as possible. "Fuck Yoongi..! Please, fuck me harder, I want it harder," you whimper out and reach between your legs to rub at your clit in fast circles.

"Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock?" Yoongi grunts and begins to not only fuck you harder but faster.

Your mouth falls open as you stutter in your movements and tremble. "Oh fuck," you quietly cry as he jackhammers into you.

He grinds deep as if he were trying to mold your pussy to fit the shape of his cock. He held your hips tight, fingertips already digging into your soft flesh. You know you’ll be bruised up nicely after this and simply carry on without care. Your body suddenly locks up as your pleasure heightens and suddenly the coil in your belly snaps and you cum hard.

“Yoongi..!” You mewl softly, head hanging as you stop rubbing your now throbbing clit and slump against the couch.

Yoongi’s hips slap into yours for a few more minutes, he’s moaning and grunting quietly all the while. He whispers about how much of a good girl you are and how he’s gonna make sure he’s your last. You’re dazed, lips parting as soft moans and whimpers leave you.

His hips stutter and he’s grinding deep into you with a shaky sigh, hips rolling slowly to drag out his orgasm. His cum fills you and mixes with your slick, creating a louder squelching noise. Yoongi slumps over your form and kisses down your ear and to your shoulder, hands rubbing your hips as an apology for gripping you hard.

“Did so good for me,” he whispers as he slowly pulls out, watching a trail of cum follow in suit.

You hum softly, wiggling your hips and swaying them side to side as more cum escapes. It’s a sight to behold, Yoongi watches in awe as your little gaping pussy drips with his cum and your slick. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re gonna be the death of me.” He mutters out.

“Hmph,” you reach behind you to collect a glob of slick mixed with cum and raise it in the air to inspect it as you smirk, “I wonder if your friends will think you’re just a dirty pervert who likes to fuck young college girls.” You throw back at him.

Yoongi looks like he’s in love.

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stuck with you; part 1 — myg

╭ parts: 1, ...

╭ word count: 5.2k

╭ summary: After your best friend Hoseok told you you could stay at his place for two weeks, you couldn’t help but be more than thrilled. A studio in the middle of the city, away from home, and close to every club you loved to go to? It couldn't get much better than that. However, when you heard the news his roommate's plans got canceled, you soon realized you had to spend those two weeks together with none other than Min Yoongi. It wouldn’t have bothered you if you had to spend two weeks together with a hot guy, but unfortunately for you, you already knew Yoongi from high school. 

And he absolutely despises your guts ever since.

╭ pairing: yoongi x brat!reader

╭ genre: smut, just smut, okay maybe a bit off fluff, can't help it

╭ warnings: enemies to lovers, angry/stubborn yoongi, y/n is an aboslute brat but that's the usual in my fanfics, ex-friends from high school, he hates you but you don't really know why, back and forth bickering, drinking, hair pulling, name-calling, hate sex (?), spitting, hickeys, slapping, voyeurism, being stuck with a hot guy that secretly would love to fuck you for two weeks, ...

╭ author's note: I had to put some fluff into it, I couldn't help it. It's the hopeless romantic in me. Also haven't reread it (24/08) I'm tired.

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“Are you sure about this, Hobi? I mean, the man despises me.” Today was the day you would stay over at Hoseok’s shared studio apartment. It was only a few rooms away from a full-on apartment, which you were not complaining about. The plan was, that both Hoseok and his roommate Yoongi would be on vacation, which meant that you had this lovely space all for your own. But of course, fate had other things in store for you when you heard that Yoongi’s plans got canceled. His friend got a bad stomach ache after eating at some shady place downtown, pity. If this news had come to you a few years ago, you would be more than thrilled. Yoongi and you used to be good friends in high school, so the idea of spending two weeks with him wouldn’t be anything to worry about. But ever since college…things changed between the two of you.

“Look, I promised you could stay over and you’ve already adjusted your schedule to it as well, so he’ll just have to get used to it. And besides, it’s not permanent, I’ll be back in two weeks. He’s usually in his room anyways, so he won’t be bothered by you too much.” Hosoek explained, trying his best to reassure you about the sudden change of plans. “Plus, he agreed to it so-”

“Yeah, when he was still planning to go on vacation himself. But none of us expected his plans to be canceled because his friend ate a bad lobster.” You felt bad for the friend, but at least the doctors said it would be alright. But still, now you were in this sticky situation.

“Yeah, that's very unfortunate.” Hoseok said pitifully. “Plus, how bad could it be” That’s when you both heard the sound of keys unlocking the front door, which made you turn your heads at the same time. While Hoseok didn’t change anything in his behavior, you on the other side tried your best to stay cool and not to think too much about it. But god, did this make you nervous. Especially since it has been a while since you’ve seen Yoongi. The last time you saw him, he was rocking that bowl cut, which did look undeniably cute on him, but that was already five years ago. Where did the time go? Now you were both in your early to mid-twenties, so you knew that he wasn’t going to be the same boy from before. So when the front door finally swung open, you were captivated by Yoongi’s change of appearance over the years. Fuck. He was painfully beautiful. He grew his hair out, and the back of it even touched his shoulders. He traited his bowl cut for a middle part, and fuck, did it look good. And even though he was only wearing a hoodie and a pair of jeans, you noticed how broad his shoulders had become. Yoongi briefly looked up, and that’s when he finally noticed your presence. It was of short due because your eyes only met for a second before he looked back down. “Oh, good. I was just planning to leave-” Hoseok quickly spoke to defuse the obvious tension.

“Enjoy your holiday, Hoba.” Yoongi quickly said before locking himself in his room. 

“Very bad, alright.” Hoseok looked at you, almost apologetic that this was the situation you had landed in. “Make the best of it.” Was the last thing Hoseok said before hugging you goodbye. He grabbed his luggage and headed out of the door. You just chuckled to yourself. If this is how Yoongi wanted to be me, let him. You were going to enjoy yourself, whether he liked it or not. 

Day one went by faster than you expected. The best option for you was leaving that grumpy man alone for the first day, letting him slowly accept the situation on his own. You just went to the bar with your friends, enjoying the fact that everything was so near to you now. You still lived with your parents, but you were slowly earning enough money to move out. It was just a matter of time. That’s why Hoseok did you the favor to stay at his place while he’s on vacation. He only suggested it because he knew Yoongi would be away as well, not knowing that his plans were short-due. Besides the fact that out of all people you were staying at their place, it’s the fact his expensive vacation got canceled that made him extra annoyed. Leading to situations like you bumping into each other, saying ‘hi’ to Yoongi, and him completely ignoring your ass. Nice. But today was day two. Another day of playing another game of: will Yoongi finally speak one word to me, or will he act as if I don’t even exist? Let’s find out!

So there you were, sitting on the couch Tuesday morning, eating your honey cereal as you were watching one of your favorite shows. The sound of Yoongi’s door opening up made your ears perk up, making you turn your head to the right to look at his sleepy figure walking towards the kitchen. "Good morning." You greeted, but without any luck of getting a greeting back. You child. “Hope you slept well.” You turned your head back to the television as you listened to Yoongi grabbing something out of the fridge and heading back to his room. “Great talk.” You said in a sarcastic tone, mouth full as you heard his door slam shut again. You knew he was a stubborn little guy, but you weren’t planning on giving up. Maybe he still needed some more time to cope. Yes, that’s obviously the answer.

[10:18] y/n: Joonie

[10:18] y/n: Wanna go on a coffee date with me?

Namjoon was one of your best friends, who is conveniently enough also friends with Yoongi. You could always go to him for advice or just a good time. I bet he knows what to do with Yoongi, right? 

[10:21] Namjoon: of course

[10:21] Namjoon: I’ll pick you up around 12

“I tell you Namjoon, he just fully ignores my ass whenever I’m there. It’s like I’m a ghost.” As soon as you two sat down in the little café down the street and ordered, you started venting your heart out about this whole ordeal. “I’m real right?!” You started poking his cheek, making him scrunch up his nose and telling you to stop. It made you giggle.

“I just think he needs some time…maybe. He really started disliking you ever since college, you know.” Whenever Namjoon talked, he sounded wise. Even though he wasn’t that much older than you, he managed to sound like he had years of experience. “I never really knew why though, you two seemed to be good friends before.”

You took a quick sip from your coffee and quickly regretted it since you burned your tongue. “I know right?! It’s super weird. Besides Yoongi, is Hoseok the only one who knows, but he doesn’t want to tell me.” You sighed out of defeat and a pout formed on your lips. “I don’t remember having a fight or saying something inappropriate to him, so I have no clue what the reason is.” You took a moment to think and recollect your memories, but there wasn’t one that could indicate the reason for Yoongi’s sudden hatred towards you. You graduated high school one year after Yoongi, you went to college, and all of a sudden he stopped replying to your texts and avoided you at all cost.

Namjoon softly smiled as he gently placed his hand on your arm. “I know he’s stubborn, but he can’t ignore you forever. You’ll get through him one way or another.” His words were warm and sincere, making you feel more at ease about the whole situation. “Besides, you’re stubborn too, so I know the only option is for him to talk to you eventually.”

His comment made you laugh, ‘cause you knew it was true. “We’ll see.” You sighed. “I just feel bad for him that he needs to live with someone that he heavily dislikes. I wanna make it up to him, you know? One way or another.”

Namjoon thought for a second, stirring his little silver spoon around his coffee cup. “Maybe Hoseok’s knows what to do? You can always text him, he won’t mind”

A hopeful smile appeared on your face. “You’re right, but enough about me! How have you been? I heard you started writing a new book, that’s exciting!” After college, Namjoon started writing books. His first one wasn’t as successful as he hoped to be, but he had not lost heart, and luckily for him his last release was a hit. It’s kind of impressive how fast he could come up with new ideas. He also had a very poetic way with words, so to you it was just a matter of time until he got recognized.

“It’s going okay. I have a bit of writer's block, but I’ll get through it. And coming out of the house is fortunately one of the key factors of breaking it.” He smiled, his dimples shining through. The sudden buzz of Namjoon’s phone caught the both of you off guard. He fished his phone out of his bag, letting out an annoyed sigh as he read the caller ID. “It’s Jungkook, this is gonna take a while, sorry.”

Of course. Jungkook, your mutual friend, was known to keep himself busy with things that he knew he shouldn’t. You were just wondering in what kind of trouble Jungkook got himself into this time. 

Day two wasn’t as successful either, but you weren’t planning on giving up. Besides, Yoongi and you used to be friends. Weird, right? Yeah, sure, it was high school, but you didn’t expect him to change his demeanor towards you that much. Besides, what could you have done to make him hate you so much? That’s why day three, you decided to ask for some help. And hey, the third time’s a charm, right?

[17:41] y/n: hobi istg this man doesn’t budge

[17:42] Hoseok: It's that bad huh?

[17:42] Hoseok: Maybe ask him to drink with you? I’ve never seen him say no to alcohol

[17:43] y/n: bet

Now you had a plan and all you had to do was wait until he got home. You just had to ask him to have a drink and he will finally be nice to you, easy right? So tonight, you decided to stay home, trying to socialize with Mister Grumpy. You were patiently waiting for him to get home as you were watching TV again. It was already 22:05, so he would arrive any minute now. So hearing the magical sound of the keys turning in the keyhole made you as ready as ever. “Welcome home, you wanna-”

“I don’t know why you keep on trying, but if it wasn’t obvious yet, I’m not interested in talking to you.”

Excuse me?! “Excuse me?” If Yoongi’s first sentence wasn’t enough to make you offended, his cold tone only added to it. Yoongi however, just ignored you again. He took his shoes off, took something from the fridge, and just went to his room again. You just scoffed before you yelled “Look, it’s only for two weeks. Then you’ll have your precious Hobi back.” But the lack of response made you even angrier. “It’s also not my fault your plans got canceled, so no need to be so mean!” You just pouted in your seat, not sure what your next move could be, if you even had that. Should you just ignore the fact that Yoongi was ignoring you? Absolutely not, you still had 11 days left with that bastard. So when day three arrived, you decided on a different approach. 

“Yoongi, can you-“ And with that, he closed the door in your face. Nevermind. You thought if you were more direct, he would finally be less of a jerk, but alas, you were wrong again. The weather seemed to be in your favor, however. It had been raining cats and dogs ever since this morning, meaning you were stuck with one another whether he liked it or not. You planned to stay in the living room for the entire day, so whenever he needed to leave to get something, he had no other choice but to be in the same room as you. But Yoongi wasn’t naive, he knew what you were doing. So this morning he grabbed enough resources to keep himself fueled for the day. The bastard.

But there it was, a sign from above.

It was already close to midnight when all of a sudden you heard a certain man curse every curse word you could imagine in the comfort of his own room. Not only that, but the living room light suddenly shut off, leaving you alone in the darkness with the only light source being the one from your phone screen. But before you could fully comprehend what was happening, Mister Grumpy had finally left his room. “Did you turn the electricity off?!” 

You couldn’t help but scoff at his accusation. “First of all, I don’t even know how to do that. Second of all, how dare you accuse me of such a thing! I’m not that desperate for a man's attention…” You nagged. “The power just cut off. I bet it’s from the storm from outside, but maybe you haven’t noticed it since you locked yourself in your room all day.”

“I have a window in my room you know-“ A loud thunder interrupted Yoongi’s sentence. “Jesus.”

You placed your phone away, looking sheepishly at Yoongi who was wearing an oversized black shirt and gray sweats that didn’t leave a lot to the imagination. “I guess you’re stuck with m-” But before you could even finish your sentence, Yoongi was already heading back to his room. Oh no, I don’t think so. You bolted out of your seat and jumped in front of Yoongi’s door, blocking his entrance. “Not so fast!” Even though his annoyed expression was enough for you to move out of his way, this was just a perfect opportunity that you couldn’t let go to waste. “You wanna drink with me?”

Yoongi scoffed at your suggestion, crossing his arms as he spoke to you. “Why would I wanna drink with you?” 

You forced a smile. “Because Hobi says you like drinking and we are gonna be stuck with each other for some time.” You explained. “Besides, because of the weather the internet is cut off. So I need some sort of entertainment.”

“So you only wanna talk to me 'cause you are bored.”

This bitch. “Ugh, stop being such a drama queen. You’re the one who keeps ignoring me.” How dare he imply that you were the reason you guys haven’t properly talked the last four days? “Now sit!” You said in a demanding way, making him well aware you weren’t planning on backing down tonight. Yoongi just did as he was told and placed himself down on the couch reluctantly. Pleased with your accomplishment, you quickly headed to the liquor cabinet, grabbing the first bottle that seemed decent to you. You placed it down on the coffee table, together with some glasses, but by Yoongi’s expression, you could tell he was not pleased.

“You got the wrong one.” He spoke softly.

“What?”

“This is the cheap alcohol Hobi picks for parties and stuff. Wait-“ You and Yoongi switched places, you sitting down on the couch and he headed over to the liquor cabinet. He rummaged through it for a few seconds, quickly swapping the previous bottle with another one. “Here, this is the good bottle.” As Yoongi placed the bottle down, together with himself on the couch, a good distance away from you, you couldn’t help but notice it seemed a lot more expensive than the previous bottle. 

“You ignore me for days, but at least I deserve your expensive liquor.” You say backhanded. It didn’t help the he-hates-my-guts situation, but hey, you couldn’t help it.

He just scoffed as he poured a drink for the both of you. “Need to enjoy a quality drink if I want to tolerate talking to you.” He handed one glass to you. “Here.”

“Ah yes, of course.” That made more sense. You accepted the drink, waiting for him to clink it. “To a lovely night.” You said, forcing a smile again. You noticed he did the same before you clinked glasses, simultaneously taking a sip from your drink.

By the way you scrunched up your face as you took your first sip, Yoongi quickly realized that you usually didn’t drink stuff like this. “Not used to the hard stuff, huh?” He said in a cocky manner.

“Absolutely not.” You said, face full of disgust. “But hey, if it makes you hate me less-”

“I don’t hate you.” Yoongi quickly added, cutting off your sentence. “You just annoy me.”

You just laughed as you took another sip. “I guess that’s something.” The more you drank from it, the better it got. “Why though? We used to be friends in high school, but ever since college you started to act…different.” Yoongi didn’t answer, all he did was shrug his shoulders before he finished his drink in one sip, quickly pouring himself another glass. He was hiding something, but you didn’t know what yet. “Fine, don’t tell me then.”

“The fact that you can’t remember the reason why, makes my annoyance to you even more justified.” Yoongi explained as he was swirling his drink around. “But I guess you do have a weird sense of memory. Like that one time, when you forgot what color rose I gave you, but you seemed to have remembered I cut off the thorns so you wouldn’t prick yourself.” He said slightly annoyed. “It was lavender by the way, but I also don’t think you remembered the meaning behind it.”

“Wait, you remember that?” After all those years, Yoongi still remembered that? It was a very early memory of you two, you were both 15 at the time. It was Valentine's Day at school, and since you knew neither of you would have a valentine, you decided to be each others’. He gave you that lavender rose while you gave him a weird videogame that he was into back in the day. You were slowly sipping that nasty drink Yoongi handed to you as your mind was lost in a sea of nostalgia.

He tried to brush it off, not acting as if it was anything special. “Just a random memory I have.” But he couldn’t. “Or maybe I just treasured our friendship more than you did.” There it was.

You forgot to tell Yoongi you were a lightweight, so the dramatic gasp you let out was partially that dramatic because of the alcohol. “That’s not true! You were one of my closest friends.” An angry pout formed on your face. “But then you started to act like a meanie.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but scoff. “Oh, I was a meanie?! You were the one that started forgetting about me ever since she got into college.” 

“Heh?!” You could feel yourself getting more drunk by the sip. “You were the one who started ignoring my texts!” Yoongi’s lips parted for a second, ready to snap back, before closing them again. He was saying too much. There was a reason for his change of behavior, but his pride was the reason he couldn’t say it. “Yeah, now you don’t know what to say, huh?!”

“Whatever.” Yoongi mumbled as he took another sip of his drink, finishing it as well, making him pour another one. He wasn’t planning on staying sober tonight, especially after exposing his feelings too much.

The alcohol was starting to get to you, because the longer you started at Yoongi, the cuter you found him. You also noticed his cheeks were redder than before, but you weren’t sure if it was out of embarrassment or because of the alcohol. Unlike him, you couldn’t handle your liquor that well, making you say things like “You know, you’d be a lot cuter if you weren’t such a dick to me.”

Yoongi stayed quiet for a second, swirling his drink again as if he were searching through all the possible comebacks to that comment. “I thought assholes were your thing?” He scoffed.

You tilted your head out of confusion, mixed with a pout on your lips. “What makes you say that?” 

“Well, by all the guys you’ve been fucking, I can tell there is a pattern-” 

“Are you slut shaming me, Min Yoongi?!” You gasped, a bit over the top maybe, but still justified. “Never expected that from you, I’ve never been so disappointed.” 

Yoongi’s face turned a pale white, not expecting for this conversation to turn out this way. “No, wait-” You crossed your arms and dramatically turned your head away from him. “That's not how I wanted to come across.” 

That’s when you started to overthink this situation, which made a grin appear on your face, making Yoongi even more concerned. “Wait…so are you being an asshole because you thought that was my type?” His eyes were wide and his lips were tightly pressed against one another. He truly didn’t know what he just got himself into.

“No, not like-”

“Waaait-” You moved a bit closer to Yoongi and words escaped your mouth before your mind could fully understand them. “So, you saw me fucking a bunch of so-called ‘assholes’ and thought, lemme do the same? Didn’t know you actually liked me that much, Yoongi.” You teased.

“I think you’re looking a bit too hard into this-”

“So you were not trying to be my type?”

“Not intentionally, no.”

“What if I said that you are my type though?” 

The words came out casually, but you didn’t realize how impactful those words were to Yoongi. “W-what?” he stuttered.

“And not because you suddenly became a dick to me, just for clarification!” You quickly added, we wouldn’t want any misconceptions. Maybe you shouldn’t have had that second glass, what even was that drink? It sure wasn’t anything like the cheap stuff you got at the bars. You looked up at Yoongi and you could tell the red of his cheeks wasn’t from the alcohol. “Hehe, someone’s flustered.”

Yoongi’s body language had changed, he wasn’t as relaxed as a few minutes before, which was understandable. He was more tense and you could tell he was nervous all of a sudden. “You’re just saying things now.” Was all he could say, almost like a defense, like he couldn’t believe you just said that, let alone mean it.

Your sudden laugh caught him off guard. “Why would I lie about such a thing? You know me better than that.” You looked up at Yoongi, his eyes almost as innocent as a deer. His gaze was fixated on you and even though his mouth was shut thigh, you could tell more than a thousand words were going through his mind right now. “Ah, you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed, Yoongi.“ You leaned in ever closer, surprising him with how little distance there was left between the two of you. 

He couldn’t help but look away, this was just getting a bit too much for him. “You don’t mean that.” He said under his breath.

You pouted again as your eyes were studying Yoongi’s features. The way his black hair fell, the fluttering of his lashes, the rosy color of his cheeks, he really was a work of art. “Maybe I can prove it to you?” Yoongi’s eyes slightly widened at your suggestion, making him turn his head back to you. It painted a smile on your face. “What’s going through your mind right now?” You teased, noticing you piqued his interest.

His breathing got heavier, and you noticed the quick glance he took at your lips before he fixed them back to your eyes. “The same that’s going through yours, I hope.”

A smirk formed on your lips as you looked at his. “Is that so?” Yoongi wanted to say something back, but he couldn’t. “Is that why you’re so nervous all of a sudden?” You moved your hands up to his cheek, slowly caressing it with your fingers. “Because a lot of dirty things are going through my mind right now.” Yoongi seemed to be starstruck, unable to make a move. “You really can’t find your words, huh?” That’s when you noticed…“But your little friend says more than enough.”Your eyes drafted towards the tent in his gray sweats, making you smirk out of satisfaction at the sudden surprise. You moved your hand away from his face, laying them down on his thighs. “Can I?” You asked as you slowly caressed your fingers on his thigh, just inches away from his ever-growing erection. Yoongi took a deep breath before slowly nodding, almost seeming like he was fighting himself to give in. His response made your eyes twinkle, and you moved your hands up to caress his aching bulge. Your eyes were still focused on his’ as your hands were doing it’s own thing. You loved seeing his reaction to you touching him. The look of annoyance slowly faded into pure lust. His breathing got heavier with every caress your hand made, making his dick twitch out of response. Yoongi’s eyes moved down at your lips, almost looking desperate to have them against his’. “If you want to kiss me, then do it.” You teased. You wanted him to give in to his desires. You wanted him to admit it to himself how much he wanted you right now. And oh, did it drive him mad. You could see the hint of frustration in his face, his pride and desires were arguing, but one was obviously the winner since it only took him seconds before he leaned in to kiss you. His lips hesitated a bit to move as they touched yours, but when you were the one to start the motion, he had no choice but to follow along. You felt his hand creep in around your waist, pulling you in closer. A raspy moan left his lips since your hands had found their way underneath his gray sweats. “Nice to hear you haven’t lost your voice.” You whispered teasingly.

“Shut u-fuck.” With circular motions, you spread his precum all over his tip before giving him a hard stroke. “Please, y/n-” You never expected Yoongi to moan your name so desperately, but here you were. The man who had been ignoring you for the last couple of days was now more than desperate for your undivided attention. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you pressed your lips against Yoongi again, the sweet taste of his liquor still lingering. For a brief second, you let go of his twitching dick, leaving the comfort of the couch to sit on the ground, just the right height for easy access. You grabbed Yoongi’s sweats at its hem, dragging it down, making his erection even more visible. You were surprised by his size, making you even more excited to touch him. Saying you never expected to be in this situation would be a lie since you’ve fantasized about it multiple times during your college days. But unfortunately for the two of you, that’s when Yoongi decided to start ignoring you…

Yoongi’s eyes were fully focused on you, admiring the view you had given him. You tucked your hair behind your ear before grabbing his cock by its base, giving it a slow lick from there all the way to the top, without breaking eye contact. You circled your tongue around his tip before fully taking him in, making him let out a long heavy moan, almost sounding like a sigh of relief. Your hand followed the motion of your lips, starting out slow. The sound of you sucking Yoongi off in combination with his heavy breaths filled the room, which for you, was music to your ears. Occasionally, he would let out a small whimper, making you ever so proud of what you were doing. Yoongi’s head was thrown back in his seat, unable to continue looking at you as his hair fell in front of his eyes. He was getting lost in the pleasure, moaning your name under his breath mixed with cuss words. You removed your lips from his cock, making him let out a moan out of reflex. You quickened the pace of your hand as you kissed the inside of his thighs, eyes fully focused on him. “Don’t stop-” Managed to come out of his mouth as his heavy breathing became full of moans, making it clear to you that he was getting closer. You wrapped your lips back around him again, making him let out a raspy moan. “Fuuuck-“ You felt Yoongi’s hand finding the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair, moving your head even further down so he could enjoy the gagging sounds you made. “Just like that.” Like the good girl you were, you went along with the pace Yoongi had set for you, not caring that the tears in your eyes were ruining your mascara. “You’re taking me so well.” You looked back up at Yoongi, noticing he had his eyes back on you. How could your eyes look so innocently up at him as you were absolutely ruining him at the same time? “Where do you want it?” The twinkle in your eye and the lack of response as you continued to suck him off made it clear to him where you wanted it. He threw his head back again and the subtle twitch in his legs made it obvious he was nearly there. “Shit-I’m gonna-fuck-“ You made it hard for him to speak as you increased your speed, making it all harder for him to suppress his orgasm. A raspy groan left Yoongi’s mouth as you felt him filling your mouth with white ribbons of his cum. The feeling of it against the back of your throat made you whimper for a second, but you tried your best to clean it all up. But fuck, was there a lot of it. You tried your best to clean every drop of Yoongi, and when his dick left your mouth, it was already turning limp. You couldn’t help but smirk as you wiped the excess off of the corner of your lips, enjoying the view of Yoongi being absolutely worn out. Yoongi gathered the last of his energy to sit up straight, leaning towards you to kiss you again. “I wanna make you feel good as well.” He whispered in between kisses.

A menacing grin appeared on your face, however. “Hmh, no.” You whispered back before pulling away.

“Wait, what?!” Your answer made Yoongi snap out of his high, not sure why you would refuse his offer.

You stood up from off your knees, feeling them being red from sitting that long. “Maybe if you’re a bit nicer to me the next couple of days, I’ll let you. But for now, no.” You said nonchalantly and full of attitude, even though this didn’t seem to be in your favor, ‘cause shit were you horny. You walked away from the couch and towards Hobi’s room. “Goodnight, Yoongi.”

Yoongi was dumbfounded and confused for a good minute, not sure what just had happened. All he knew was that he wished had made you cum first.

[glosstwn]

schemin’ | myg (m) MASTERLIST

“Whatever you want, you get.”

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader (producer!yoongi, ceo!yoongi, agust d persona, rapper!reader)

summary: Your dream comes true when world renowned music producer and CEO of D-Town Records, Agust D, discovers you in the underground rap scene and wants to sign you to his label. It all goes well for a few months and you can’t believe you’re actually living your dream. However, things start to shift when Agust D offers to do something for you and you can’t stop thinking about it for weeks to come. Your boyfriend doesn’t like it one bit.

warnings: explicit sexual content, infidelity, boss/employee, sexual tension (a lot of it), slowburn, strong language, (kinda) fake!romance, y/n inner dialogue, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, cocky!yoongi, reader is v impulsive and v dumb at times, dark themes, mentions of misogyny, gonna add more later, minors DNI

category: series

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song: legacy of new boyz – schemin’

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♢ 04 – talk about professional ; 6.7k ⇢ 「 20 june 2023 」

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GANGSTA | myg [m.list]

❝i’m a fucking criminal, princess.❞

summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention.

pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader

warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni

authors note: hello??? why does suga never give me a break? he snapped on haegeum. giving me toxic gang member vibes. this is gonna be a dark, heavily graphic fic. i warn you, if you don’t like anything mentioned in the warnings then this isn’t for you. this story is purely fictional and for your enjoyment, i do not condone gang violence, affiliation or any of the fucked up shit yoongi will do in this story. comment below if you want to be added to the taglist.

©btsugarush. please do not repost.

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💌 dream girl (4) | myg

; pairing: idol!yoongi x femaledancer!reader

; genre: smut, fluff, f2l (?), enemies to lovers (?), slow burn, humor, crack

; warnings: pov switching, usage of mature words, blowjobs, handjobs, jealousy, *italics (in the beginning) means character is dreaming!*

; rating: mature audience!!

a/n: hi hi guyysss! a new update is here and we got some jealous yoongi this time!! enjoy!! :D<3

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God this trip to get breakfast was long.

He felt like he'd been in this car for hours…where the hell did we decide to eat at?! It’s hot, he’s sweaty and tired—when the fuck were you guys going to get there?

“Pit stop, everyone! Whoever needs to go use the restroom, go ahead! I’ll be putting in some gas,” the manager yells out as the car slows down and parks at a gas station. He hops out of the car, getting ready to pump some gas.

“Finally! I have really got to go guys!” Jimin yells out, gently shoving Taehyung out of his way to get out of the car first. Taehyung and Hoseok follow Jimin, leaving y/n and Yoongi alone in the car.

It’s painfully silent. The type of silence that you immediately want to break. Maybe it’s all because of what happened yesterday—so could it be him that’s making the air around you guys so awkward? Yoongi clears his throat before he’s about to speak up.

“You didn’t need to go?” He mumbles, looking out the window to avoid looking at you.

“Nope,” you say, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word.

He nods his head, still choosing not to look over at her.

…There it goes again.

Absolute, awkward silence.

“How come you're not facing me when you talk to me, Yoongi? Are you ignoring me?”

He could feel you placing your hand on his thigh, thumb rubbing small circles on it. He immediately turns to look, attention going to where your hand was, then to your face. Yoongi shakes his head at you.

“No,” is all he says, turning his head back to face the window, the same view as before.

You pout, upset at how Yoongi was being towards you.

“Did I do something to make you mad? I’m really sorry if I did—I can make it up to you.”

He could feel your hand getting a little too high on his thigh. It was then he felt your small hands palming his crotch, causing him to whip his head back at you.

“Y/n, wait— they’re going to be back soon.”

You whine in a teasing tone, “but being caught never stopped you before.”

Before?! He can’t even remember a time where he did something like this in public!

You ignore his protests, quick to unbuckle his jeans and take his somewhat long, girthy cock out of his pants. It springs up against his stomach, already hard, causing a little giggle to come out of you.

“Y/n, really— you didn’t make me mad or anything. And there’s no need for you to prove that you’re actually sorry.”

You leaned over to him, taking your hand to wrap around the base of his cock. You hum to yourself, noticing your fingers not being able to touch each other when they’re wrapped around his cock.

“I would stop,” you put your face closer to his cock, blowing cold air onto his tip teasingly, just to pull away and face him again, “but your body is telling me otherwise, Yoongi. Why don’t we play around a little?”

His heart is beating like crazy, you could probably hear it with how close you are. Yoongi has never seen you be this dominant before—even in his dreams you never acted this way towards him…And not going to lie it kind of turned him on.

You’re already sliding your hand up and down. Placing your whole hand on the tip and spreading the little precum, that’s leaking out from his it, down his shaft, watching your hand become messy with his slick.

He grabs a hold of your wrist, stopping your movements.

“Y/n, please. The rest is going to be coming back anytime soon.”

You move your attention back at him. He looks at you with pleading eyes, eyebrows furrowed in lust, and teeth clenched to stop himself from groaning. Yoongi only wants this to end just because of others possibly running into you guys doing this, but why does the fact that this situation sort of excites him? Being caught and all while doing such dirty things?

Never in his life did he think that he was into this type of stuff, but, to be honest, maybe it’s just the effect that you have on him.

You slowly smile at him. It was one of those smiles that looked like you were up to something—which you definitely were. You allow him to hold you back from moving your hand any more. You decide to lower your head closer to his crotch, attaching your mouth to the mushroom-like tip of his cock. You’re sucking on it like a lollipop, swirling your tongue around it as you did so. Yoongi grunts in pleasure, but also feeling torn apart on whether or not he should try to pull you off of him or let you keep going.

You remove the hand that was wrapped around his cock, his hand following yours, placing it on his thigh. You sink your head slowly down his cock, taking it inch by inch.

He swears underneath his breath, realizing that he's already losing this battle against you. He throws his head back, but immediately brings it back up so that he can watch you with eager eyes. God, does he enjoy watching you.

You push yourself further to fully take in his cock whole, having it nearly touch the back of your tight throat, which causes you to gag. You pull back and stuff your mouth again with his cock, swallowing and humming at points to intensify the sensations. The loud noises you make when your mouth is filled with him are embarrassing, but god he loved the sound of all of it. A string of your saliva that’s connecting from your open mouth to his pink tip appears when you pull away to look back at him.

Fuck, he could feel himself hardening more just by that sight. You wrap your fingers around his wet cock again, easily sliding your hand up and down at a good enough pace.

“Don’t I deserve your cum, Yoongi?” You’re looking at him innocently, bottom lip slightly sticking out as you pout.

He’s gritting his teeth, hips starting to jerk upwards as you start to slow your movements. You giggle at him when you notice him doing it.

“Ah, Yoongi~,” you say in a sweet voice, “I guess I’ll work a little harder.”

You’re already lowering your head down to his crotch again, stopping your hand movements. You take this time to lick along the bulging vein underneath his cock, and then bring your tongue to press it against the slit of his cock. A free hand makes its way down to play with his balls, giving the attention that it also deserves. Yoongi immediately hisses, mumbling a couple swear words under his breath again.

“Y/n,” he groans, face turning slightly red from the heat he’s feeling. He’s had enough of it. He wanted to skip breakfast, take you back to his own apartment. He wanted you all to himself right now. You could be his breakfast instead.

You sat back up straight again, the side of your body against the car seat while you face Yoongi. He keeps his eyes on you, despite you still sliding your hand up and down his cock. You lean over to him and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Want your lips on mine,” he mumbles.

You laugh, patting him on the cheek with your free hand.

“I’ll give you one if you wake up, Yoongi.”

Wake up? What?

“Yoongi, you have to wake up.”

‘You’ve got to be kidding me’ is all he thinks.

His dick has already gone limp after knowing this whole fucking thing was a dream. Soon, he found himself regaining consciousness of reality.

“Yoongi,” you’re gently hitting his cheek, “we’re here already let’s go.”

He lifts his head from the window, rubbing the skin of his forehead that was against the glass, then proceeds to rub his eyes. He stretches his arms, inhaling deeply, only to capture the scent of you—the stupid strawberries.

Ah, yes, you. The one he was just dreaming about. He should’ve known that he was dreaming because not once did he ever catch your scent. That scent that he can never seem to get enough of.

He glances over at you with sleepy eyes. You’re watching him carefully, both of your eyes locked.

“You okay, Yoongi?”

“Mm,” he nods his head at you, keeping eye contact, eyes slightly squinting.

He didn’t know what to feel at this moment. Should he be freaking out that he just had another dirty dream about you and is waking up to you? Should he be mad that he was woken up from that dream? Should he be annoyed to see your face, the one person he seems to not really like, when he first woke up? Or should he be happy that he was finally awakened from those dreams that he’s sorta (not really) hoping to go away…?

“Where’s the rest of the boys?” He blurts out, eyes moving away from yours to scan the inside of the car. It felt just like the dream to him.

It was only you and him in the car.

…In the back of the car.

…In close proximity to each other.

…and once again by yourselves….

Before you could answer he interrupts you quickly, “Am I still dreaming?”

You give him a puzzled look, whatever he just said not clicking in your mind.

“No? I think you’re not?” You bring your hand up to his forehead, trying to see if he’s caught something.

“Yoongi are you alright? Did you get enough sleep?”

The touch of your hand causes him to instantly react, face turning a shade of pink as he turns warm. He grips onto your wrist, pulling your hand down and away from him. He brings his head low, not wanting you to see the effect you have on him.

“I’m fine,” he mumbles, “let’s get going already.”

You lift your hands up in defeat, confused at his quick change of mood, scooting over so that you guys could get out of the car.

-

Breakfast was okay.

You and Yoongi didn’t talk much to each other, which is kind of expected. The table was loud, though, and that was all because of the three other boys that came along. It especially got loud when the waiter was slightly flirting with you—in a friendly way. The three boys yelling out “oooh’s” and “ahh’s” whenever the waiter leaves their table after doing such things. You didn’t think much of it, as it really didn’t bother you. He was being a little flirtatious for fun, which was really harmless.

Yoongi, on the other hand, seemed tired of it. Annoyed by how loud you guys would all get. Annoyed at the way the waiter took up so much of your guys’ time. Annoyed by him flirting with you…It was all just annoying. No one really paid attention to him, though, as you guys all knew that’s just the way Yoongi generally is.

The both of you weren’t necessarily expecting for you guys to be immediately buddy-buddy after this get together. Honestly, Yoongi couldn’t really see what Seokjin was picturing when he gave him this idea. It just was another day where he’s being dragged around to places. And it seems like the next destination would be the movie theaters.

“Do I really have to go?” Yoongi’s slowing his pace as you five walk towards the entrance.

“Hyung, didn’t you want to watch this movie?!” Taehyung laughs.

Yoongi grumbles under his breath, “not with you guys!”

“Ah, hyung, no need to hide the fact that you like romance movies. They melt your icy heart away, don’t they?” Jimin jokes, receiving a little slap to his arm by a laughing Hoseok.

You’re giggling to yourself, taking a glance over at Yoongi, hands in his pockets trying to kick around little pebbles. As if he could sense you, he looks up, your eyes meeting each other for a split second before he brings his head low again. Yoongi thought that it was stupid that you were able to make his stomach feel a way just by looking at him.

“You guys can buy the snacks, I’ll get the tickets,” you say as you turn your head away from Yoongi.

They all agree, leaving you to line up at the ticket booth and them to walk over to the other side of the theater. Yoongi, however, decided to read the posters of the movies being shown which were near the ticket booth as well.

“Well hello hello~,” the younger man behind the glass lowly chuckles, “now what can I do for this pretty girl today?”

You scoff at his words with a forced smile. Now, this sort of flirting felt definitely different from the guy from earlier.

“Could I get 5 tickets to this movie?” You ask, pointing at the poster of the film, which was conveniently right next to the ticket booth.

“Only if I can take you out afterwards,” he prompts up his elbows onto the table in front of him, head resting on his fists as he looks at you.

You laugh uncomfortably, “Sorry, but uh—I’m really not interested.”

“Why not? C’mon, I can show you a good time.”

You’re fiddling with your fingers, unsure what to do until you feel someone behind you. An arm slithering behind your back, hand gently gripping the curve of your waist.

“Everything okay here?”

Your eyes slightly widen in shock. It was Yoongi, voice low and a bit gravelly. It was very unexpected of him to be holding you so close to his side.

“Ah, so is this why you aren’t interested? Because of this guy?”

You were about to speak up but Yoongi was surprisingly quick to cut you off.

“C’mon man, she said she’s not interested. Just give us the tickets and we’ll be on our way.”

The man scoffs, printing out the tickets and slowly sliding them underneath the open area of the glass.

“Maybe next time, doll,” he smirks at you, “second door on your left.”

Before you can reach it, Yoongi is already swiftly grabbing the tickets out of the man’s hand, his hold on you already released.

“Not a chance,” Yoongi says, grabbing your hand to walk away.

“Doll, let me know when you get sick of him,” the man raises his voice through the little speaker of his.

Yoongi shakes his head.

“Won’t happen,” he says loud enough for the other guy to hear, dragging you over to the other side where the other boys were waiting.

This whole situation completely caught you off guard. I mean, you’re literally holding hands right now?! And why the hell is he so mad?

It was quiet as you guys walked away, and a little awkward as well.

“Yoongi…thank you for the save but you don’t have to keep holding my hand, you know?” You break the silence as you guys were walking, you being the one walking behind him.

He looks back at you but quickly brings his attention to his front.

“We gotta keep it up to make it look real.”

“Ah,” is all you say, nodding your head.

Who would have thought you’d actually be holding hands with Yoongi—in a non-romantic way, of course. How in the world would he ever like you in that sort of way anyways?

“We should hold hands more often, it makes us quiet,” you jokingly say, knowing that saying this would annoy him.

He stops in his tracks, looking at you like you’re crazy. You stop walking as well and smile innocently at him. You turn your head away and continue walking, making him walk behind you this time with your hand still in his.

“Very funny, y/n, but I have no plans of ever doing this again with you. I was just trying to help—hey,” Yoongi stops talking after running into you, who just suddenly stopped.

Just to make things a little worse, Jimin was standing right in front of you guys. Mouth open, eyes wide in shock. He’s clutching onto his popcorn that’s in his arms.

“Wha—what the fuck,” he points over to your guys hands, “hands?!”

You both look down at your hands and immediately let go. Yoongi scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. His head hangs low, avoiding either of their gazes and he can feel his face getting hotter.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” Yoongi mumbles, “I’ll meet you guys in there.”

It’s, once again, quiet as Yoongi walks away. You and Jimin are standing there, not knowing what to say.

“Jimin, it’s really not what you think.”

“You didn’t even bother to tell me you guys were dating?!” Jimin exclaims in a semi-joking tone. Of course this is the first thing he would say. The boy has been all over you and Yoongi for some reason.

“What? No—we’re not dating! The guy at the ticket booth was being really pushy so Yoongi came by to get him to stop.”

“So he stopped him by pretending to be your boyfriend?”

“Pretty much.”

Jimin is looking at you as if you’re talking nonsense, trying to comprehend what the hell was going on.

“I have never seen Yoongi act like that publicly before. You sure you didn’t initiate this whole thing?”

Jimin was absolutely right. Yoongi is definitely not the type of guy to do these things out in public. So, why now?

“Jimin, you really think I would want to drag him into that situation in the first place?”

“I dunno,” Jimin hums, “you guys looked cute together, though.”

You roll your eyes at him with a smile on your face, grabbing his arm so that you guys can get going.

“Shut up,” you mumble.

-

God he felt so embarrassed.

Whatever he did before your guys’ day got cut short, due to you having a class to teach later in the day, was so fucking embarrassing.

He doesn’t understand himself anymore and it’s annoying him.

What in his damn mind caused him to suddenly react like that in front of you and some stranger?!

He brings his hands up to his face, basically face palming himself. He lays back in his swivel chair, groaning out in embarrassment. He couldn’t even work on his mixtape, the thoughts from before fill his mind.

Since when has he become some idiot who does stupid things for a girl? He hasn’t even done anything like that for his band mates or close friends of his. It even came to the point where he can only think of her when he smells or tastes anything strawberry. He’s even got a damn stash of the little strawberry-flavoured candies that you’d usually give him hidden in his drawer.

‘Fuck!’ He mumbles, removing his hands from his face and throwing his arms on his sides.

Maybe he’s confusing his feelings?

‘Yeah, that could be right,’ he internally says.

It could be that he only likes the thought of you being with him in real life since he’s already dreamt of her so much. Like he’s said before, he doesn’t even know you too well, so how could he even develop feelings? They can’t just magically appear, can’t they?

Yoongi sighs, scooting himself closer to his desk so that he can go back to checking up on his songs that he’ll be putting out for his first mixtape. Perhaps ignoring you and putting his energy into something else for now is the best option. He was good at that before, so why can’t he succeed in doing that now? He has a mixtape that he’ll be releasing soon, which means he shouldn’t be thinking of you at all. Right now it is all about work.

He scoffs, thinking about how dramatic him and his thoughts were just a second ago. No one is and has ever distracted him from doing his work. And Yoongi is going to make sure that not even you could ever do that.

Just when his mind was starting to clear up, he hears a knock on his door. His eyes immediately looked for the time on his screen—it was already a little past 9 pm. Yoongi shrugs, combing his slightly overgrown hair back with his fingers, hoping that he’s just hearing things. He relaxes in his chair again, just only hear a female voice saying his name. And it’s a familiar voice that he’s heard plenty of times.

It can’t be…but why?

Yoongi jumps out of his seat, rushing over to his door to open it.

And there you are, right in front of his eyes. A view that he wouldn’t mind seeing everyday…despite him just saying that he wanted to distance himself from you and avoid any distractions. But why can’t he find it in himself to shut the door in your face? Yoongi stares at you, and you do the same but with a confused look and a slightly lifted eyebrow.

“Jimin said you haven’t eaten since we hung out earlier, so he wanted me to drop by some food for you to eat since I’d be passing by from my studio.”

You extend your arm, holding out the take out food in the plastic bag, waiting for him to take it away from you. He doesn’t budge, still staring at you in complete silence.

“You should eat, you know? It’s not good to skip meals, Yoongi.”

You watch him bring his hand up to his other arm, pinching the skin on his forearm.

Not a dream.

You take your free hand and grab his wrist, pulling his hand away to stop his actions.

“Yoongi, stop that—what the heck,” you push yourself into his studio, pulling him along with you.

He shakes his head, bringing himself back from zoning out. He then clears his throat, before speaking up.

“Of course, y/n, you can definitely come right in,” he sarcastically says.

You bring him to his swivel chair, turning around to face him and roll your eyes at him with a little laugh. You take the hand that’s holding him and bring it to his chest, slightly pushing him so that he could take a seat in the chair behind him. You move some of the papers that were scattered on Yoongi’s desk, ignoring his protests. Taking out the small boxes of food in the plastic bag, you set them out on the table for him.

“There,” you moved out of his way and onto the side so that he could scoot in his chair, “go on and eat.”

Instead of digging in right away he watches you make your way to the couch, throwing yourself on there. Yoongi’s zoning out again, and he doesn't know why. I guess he just really can’t help it. The look of you relaxing on the couch while he’s sitting over here where he’s supposed to be working makes him kind of happy inside. Maybe having someone around him while he works wouldn’t be too bad?

You turn your head in his way to check up on him, your eyes meeting his. You tilt your head, confused.

“You okay, Yoongi? You’re not eating!”

It takes him a few seconds before nodding his head, slowly bringing himself back.

“C’mere and eat with me,” he mumbles, “there’s enough food for the two of us and I know you’re probably hungry and tired from your class.”

He’s scratching the back of his neck again, just like how he did earlier. A smile slowly appears on your face, realizing how embarrassed Yoongi is to be asking you this out of nowhere. You shift around the couch, getting back up to walk to Yoongi.

“Wow, what a surprise. The first time you’ve ever been this nice to me,” you say teasingly. You watch him stutter a bit, trying to figure out a better, snappy reply but immediately closing his mouth after his mind goes blank. You laugh at him, who’s sinking in his chair due to embarrassment and defeat.

It was really cute to witness.

-

Not even an hour ago you were just arguing with Yoongi on whether or not you’re falling asleep on his couch after you guys shared some food. He was right, though, you were falling asleep on him while he was going through his mixtape that he told you about.

You kept denying that you were sleepy, eyes closed and words jumbled together. Yoongi would keep repeating his words of “y/n, you’re falling asleep”, which would get you all mad, bottom lip sticking out and all—god he thought it was cute. He enjoyed every second of the bickering.

Now he’s stuck here with you sleeping on his couch, unsure on whether he should be waking you up so that you can rest at your own home or letting you get some rest and staying with you till you wake up. Yoongi turns in his swivel chair to look at you, curled up on your side and facing him. He hums to himself, admiring how pretty you look when you’re sleeping.

He gets up, walking over so that he can crouch right next to you. Yoongi brings his hand up to your face and gently plays with a strand of your hair that’s covering your face, twirling it around his index finger. He pushes that strand of hair behind your ear to keep it from covering your face. He takes his time to study your features—counting the little moles on your face or whether that little slight blush on your face was makeup or not (which didn’t seem to be, since you didn’t appear to be wearing make up). He could even smell your strawberry shampoo or lotion or whatever that you use. It smells good—a scent he wouldn’t mind lingering around him.

God, he felt kinda stupid and weird for doing this and thinking this way about you. I mean, he’s always kind of, sort of hated you for some reason…or no good reason. And now he’s here, heart fluttering and all, with possible feelings for you? You, he assumes, would probably not have any sort of interest in him. With the way he kept treating you in the beginning? He was sure that you would probably laugh in his face if he told you that he had developed some sort of interest in her.

You mumble incoherent words in your sleep, then letting out a big sigh afterwards.

Maybe his thoughts were too loud because you’re slowly starting to wake up. He watches as you scrunch your face, bringing the back of your hand up to rub one of your eyes. You bring that hand back to your chest, where it originally was. There, he could see you trying to open an eye, squinting at him.

“Yoongi?” You sleepily mumble, eyes trying to stay open.

He clears his throat, embarrassed that he forgot to move away.

“Another dream, huh?” You cut him off before he could speak.

You bring up your hands to cover your face from him, which he gets a little upset from.

“Ah, you’re too close again, Yoongi~,” you whined, curling up again.

He’s taken aback by your words, completely shocked about what you said.

Have you been having dreams about him too?

-

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twirl for me (4) | myg

You’re perfectly content with admiring your ballet student’s father from afar until he discovers the secret of your second job when he pays for a VIP room at the local strip club. What’s worse is your new knowledge of his secret life that won’t let you get him off your mind, no matter how awful it is.

» pairing: dad!yoongi x f!reader (ft. jungkook)

» genre: BTS | 18+ | strangers to lovers | slow burn | smut | angst | fluff

» wc/date: 7.5k | November 2022

» warnings: yoongi's pov | alcohol | smoking (cigarettes) | sex work | drug addiction | divorce | unprotected vaginal sex | fingering | masturbation | thoughts of infidelity (although ig you could argue that it's not really infidelity)

» notes: THE DAY IS HERE. THE DAY WE LEARN WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOONGI AND LANI. this chapter was truly a pain in the ass to write and i have no idea why. i hope you enjoy it (ik a lot of you had correct guesses! or at least pretty close) - i'd love to know your thots on this chapter so hmu!

» a huge thank you to @here2bbtstrash @haliiimede & @matchstick6812 for helping me with this chapter cuz it really gave me hell 💜 i love and appreciate y'all. (everyone pls check out their stories too!)

» masterlist | AO3 | send me ur thots 👅

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Yoongi loved the stillness of summer nights in the city when the warmth of the day’s sun was trapped between the buildings, maintaining a comfortable heat despite the darkness. Though, the city skyline would always chase away most of the night. Sure, he couldn’t see the stars when he looked up above, but he could see the glittering lights sprinkled across the city, and sometimes he preferred that even more. Whereas stars were bursts of energy so distant they could very well be dead and he’d never know, each city light was a window into the lives of real people. Three million people, to be exact, all scattered and living tangentially to each other. Maybe he was a romantic, but he loved the idea of those tangential lives crossing paths. Stars and humans could never do that. 

“What are you thinking about, hyung?” 

A tall, muscular man leaned his arms against the balcony railing beside Yoongi, bright eyes watching the older man. He waited for a response with a sense of earnestness on his face as if whatever he was going to learn would be the answer to all life’s secrets. 

Yoongi turned his gaze from the cityscape to look at his friend. He brought a lit cigarette to his lips, pinching it between his index finger and thumb, and took a long drag before he spoke. Smoke curled from his nostrils as he exhaled. The lack of a breeze meant the smoke hovered around the two men as they stood on the large balcony. The light that shone through the apartment windows caught the smoke in the air, making it shimmer. 

“When I dropped Binna off at my mom’s, she told me she blamed herself for everything going on with Lani, like as if she had done something to give our family bad luck,” he spoke around the cigarette, making it bounce around his lips haphazardly. 

He ran a shaky hand through his bangs as he talked. Using his tongue, Yoongi pushed the cigarette to the corner of his mouth and let out an empty laugh that echoed between the highrises around them. 

“Five years old, and she’s already carrying the burden on her tiny shoulders. This is exactly what I fucking swore I wouldn’t fucking let happen.” 

The man averted his gaze from the anger bubbling at the surface of Yoongi’s face, knowing the older man would prefer to have at least a bit of privacy as he worked through his feelings. They’d known each other for nearly a decade; he knew the lines Yoongi wasn’t comfortable crossing. 

“She just doesn’t fully understand what’s going on, hyung. She’s trying to make sense of it in her own way. Kids don’t understand how life can just… change like that, with no warning, no reason apparent to them,” his friend offered, sneaking a peak at Yoongi’s face. It was devoid of any readable expression. 

Yoongi plucked the cigarette from between his lips. Blowing on the tip, he eventually flicked the butt off the balcony, watching the burn of red for as long as he could before it disappeared into the night. Looking straight down made him ill. 

“I know, Namjoon.” 

Before Namjoon could say anything further, the two men heard the sound of the sliding glass door opening. Two additional men stepped out onto the balcony, the taller one hauling a six-pack of beer. He held the pack towards Yoongi and Namjoon to offer a drink and a glare in their direction. 

“Why is it always you two sulking around?” The tall, attractive man spoke in a high-pitched, accusatory voice. “I had to suffer through Hobi trying to explain TikTok dances to me for almost thirty minutes.” 

Hobi beamed up at the three, wiggling his shoulders provocatively.

“It’s not my fault you’re shit at memorizing the moves. We could have made a great video without these two getting in our way if you’d just listened.” 

“Jin hyung is too old for TikTok,” Yoongi snorted, grabbing a beer and popping it open using the balcony railing. 

“Age is but a number.” Hobi handed Yoongi his beer so the man could open it for him, too. 

The four men were silent as they took sips of their beer. Namjoon rearranged the seats on the balcony so the group could sit in a circle, hoping the intimate space could ease the tension polluting the gathering. They’d all agreed to hang out at Hobi’s apartment because he had the nicest place other than Yoongi’s penthouse. Yoongi hadn’t let any of his friends into his home since things went south. 

Namjoon didn’t want to call Yoongi out, but his attitude brought everyone down. What the Min family was going through was horrible, but it was clear that Yoongi hadn’t figured out how to process his emotions. A black cloud had hung over his head for months and it cast a shadow on everyone around him. 

“So,” Hobi swallowed down a gulp of beer when the conversation died down for longer than he was comfortable. “The fifth anniversary of The Gates is coming up next week, and I was hoping you guys would stop by.” 

“Ahhh, Hoseok, why do you keep doing this to me? You know my wife will kill me!” Jin took a swat at Hobi’s arm, nearly causing the other man to drop his drink. 

“You could just come for a drink or two! She could come with you to make sure you don’t act out.” 

Jin grumbled at what he found to be a stupid solution to his problem. His irritation brought a grin to Namjoon’s face, which he attempted to hide behind a sip of his beer. 

“Yoongi hyungie? Joonie?” Hobi gave the remaining men his sweetest, most pathetic of pouts. “Will you come?” 

“Of course, I will. I’m proud of you.” Namjoon nodded. He didn’t have a wife to get pissed at him for celebrating his friend’s successful strip club. In reality, strip clubs weren’t Namjoon’s thing; Hobi had always been the more extravagant one of the group. 

Three pairs of eyes then turned to look at Yoongi who’d been drumming his fingers against the side of his beer, his rings lightly clinking against the glass. The silence weighed on him like a blanket of expectation and guilt. Guilt if he said no, guilt if he said yes. Guilt if he lied or changed his mind later. 

“Hyung, I don’t mean to be rude, but you need to let loose,” Hobi said with a shrug of his shoulders. He leaned forward to prop his elbows on his knees and stared his friend down. “And, may I even suggest, you need to get laid.” 

“Hoseok!” Jin gave Hobi a real smack that time. His friend yelped at the sting, rubbing his arm to soothe the now bright red mark blooming over his skin. “How could you try to push that onto him when Lani is…” Jin trailed off, eyes quickly looking at Yoongi for a sign that he was going in the correct direction. 

“I am not pushing anyone on Yoongi hyung. Heaven’s Gates provides consensual sexual services,” Hobi countered, turning up his nose at his friend. “Hyung, we all know you choose not to engage, but please have some respect. I just feel like he would benefit from some sex therapy, is all.” 

Jin and Namjoon both began speaking at once, pushing back on the idea of “sex therapy” for a complicated family crisis, but the sound of Yoongi clearing his throat made them clamp their mouths shut immediately. 

“I’ll come, Hobah.” 

Jin let out a loud whine, throwing his hands down in defeat as if Yoongi’s supposed moral purity was his responsibility. “This is not what I meant when I said you needed time for yourself.” 

Ignoring Jin, Yoongi kept a straight face and knocked his head back to finish his beer. His fingers twitched for another, but he was afraid of getting drunk. He had a week to back out of a decision that would likely eat away at his heart like an infestation of maggots. 

An angry, fucked up part of him knew he’d go along with it. Maggots or not.

A soft blue light blanketed one of the minor stages towards the back of The Gates, casting a muted glow against your skin. Diamond held onto the pole, expertly twisting their wrists as they flipped themselves upside down. Their smooth, toned legs wrapped around the pole to hold them in place as they hung, arms in the air. 

“You just gotta accept the fact that you might fall on your head and break your neck.” 

The sweet smile that graced their lips made you playfully roll your eyes. Diamond was crazy. While you believed you had the core and leg strength to get yourself up there, you were positive there was no way you could hold the upside-down position for very long, let alone spin around and perform in front of judgmental customers. Diamond was just on another level. 

“I think I’ll stick to my usual routine, thank you,” you said with a wave of your hand. 

Diamond let out a breathy laugh that got caught in their throat from the awkward position. After a moment, they flipped back down to the ground, a manicured hand reaching up to fix their wig.

“Fair. We wouldn’t want you kicking the bucket before you got a real chance with Daddy Rolex.” 

“D! Shut the fuck up!” Your eyes grew wide at your friend, but Diamond was giggling away without a care for your embarrassment. Of course, Jimin couldn’t keep his fat lips shut for shit. You were sure he and Diamond spent all their time giggling about you, without you. 

Besides, you didn’t have a shot with Yoongi anyway. He was a family man. You’d learned this much after seeing him so often at the Academy. And, to your pleasant surprise, you’d gotten to know the man outside of the Academy as well. Since the first coffee not-date at Rosebud Cafe, Yoongi had taken you on two additional coffee not-dates. Apparently, he had multiple favorite coffee shops to show you. At each cafe, he praised the drinks unique to the shop; you wondered if he noticed that you always got an iced vanilla latte. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you didn’t even like coffee. 

But the coffee not-dates didn’t mean anything. They were merely examples of Yoongi being polite. The second not-date occurred after you texted Yoongi to let him know that Binna had left her backpack at the Academy. He offered to pick it up from your place. A simple drop-off turned into an invitation out.

The third not-date went similarly. This time, he realized you’d left something behind. It was your jacket, abandoned in his car the last time he’d picked you up. Again, a drop-off turned into another coffee not-date. 

The not-dates didn’t mean anything. Jimin and Diamond were being too dramatic. 

With a playful roll of your eyes, you tilted your head toward Diamond. “You are being ridiculous.” 

“Don’t let your boy know he’s got competition. He don’t seem like the type to handle some shit like that well.” 

A shiver rolled through your body, but you kept your teeth clamped shut and your arms rigid to fight against it. Jungkook was somewhere in the crowd; you were sure of it. He’d booked a VIP room the last time you were on shift. When you stretched earlier that morning you could feel the aches and bruises Jungkook had pounded into you the night before. The longer he went without having you, the rougher he got. 

Maybe there was a tiny part of you that liked it. You had a knack for making things harder on yourself than they needed to be. 

“You just gotta go and ruin everything yourself before anyone else can, huh?” Janae spat the accusation the day you’d moved to LA with the same venom your mom used to fling at you. It was funny how the two of you had always vowed not to become her. 

With a shake of your head, you dragged your eyes back to Diamond’s and willed yourself not to look for the boy with the lip ring in the crowd. 

“JK is fine,” you mumbled as you adjusted your garter. 

You were both dressed in all-white lingerie, although Diamond had swapped the bra for star-shaped pasties instead. For the fifth anniversary of Heaven’s Gates, Hobi had gone all out, and he’d expected the dancers to do the same. The servers were a bit more dressed up than the dancers, but everyone had on white, and one of the girls had even shown up in cute little angel wings, much to Hobi’s delight. 

You’d never seen so many patrons at the club before. They crowded both bars on either side of the club, and every table and stage seat was full. The only section of the club that gave you room to breathe was the side stage you were at now with Diamond, but with more patrons coming in, you knew that Hobi would likely start placing people there, too. You hoped he’d pair you with Diamond; they were the most fun to work with. 

At that moment, you saw the crocodile smile of your boss as he buzzed through the crowd, making a beeline for you and Diamond. 

“Y/N, I’ve got something for you,” he chimed, though his hands were empty. You felt your shoulders tense, and you had to stop yourself from giving Diamond a side look. With Hobi, you never knew what you were going to get. 

“Hi, Hobi,” you said with a smile that was only somewhat fake. “Whatcha got?” 

“One of my friends wants a room.” 

You suppressed a sigh, knowing where this was going now. 

“Hobi… I thought I was performing today.” 

Hobi shook his head as if to banish your glum attitude regarding his proposition. 

“My lovely prima donna, listen. He’s a great guy, okay? I promise the two of you will get along well.” Hobi’s smile fell into a straight line as he thought for a moment. “This,” he waved his hands around. “This isn’t really his thing. He’s probably more nervous than anything.” 

You finally stole a look at Diamond, but they were approaching a regular customer they’d spotted across the room. 

“Will you do me this favor? I promise he’ll give you a hefty tip.” Hobi wiggled his eyebrows, knowing that as much as you were shy about working with new clients, the promise that a new client was loaded with money would be a significant temptation for you. 

You chewed on your bottom lip to stop yourself from protesting any further. Though it might seem like Hobi had every opportunity to be shady, you genuinely trusted him. He had a heart of gold, and he ran his establishment with a level of class and care that went unmatched. If Hobi was saying this guy was just an everyday kind of guy here to explore an entirely unfamiliar world, you did seem like the best option. Your demeanor was sometimes timid, which usually made newbies feel more comfortable. Hobi was good at reading people and he had yet to match you with a client who treated you poorly. 

If they did, you knew Hobi would kill them. 

“Alright, can you take him to my lounge first, and I’ll meet him there? I need to get ready.” 

“Perfect! I owe you,” Hobi beamed, leaning in to give you a tight squeeze and a peck on the cheek before he was swirling away like a gentle tornado.

Ten minutes later, you were standing in front of your lounge room, hand on the doorknob, breathing shaky. You always felt so awkward with a new client. What did they want? Sex? A simple lap dance? Would they be cute? Did they have body odor? Were they going to be aggressive? There were so many things that could go wrong. At least Hobi had installed a panic button in every lounge room for employees to use if there was trouble, though you don’t remember anyone ever having to use it. 

With a small sigh, you finally pushed the door open. 

The man was standing at the mini bar, examining the alcohol. He must not have heard the door close or the lock click shut because he kept his back to you as you approached. 

“I can make you a drink if you’d like,” you made your voice as light and airy as possible. 

“Oh, no, it’s alright. I was just looking…” 

The man turned to face you, and you felt every organ in your body seize up. Your eyes grew wide, frantically scouring the man’s appearance - a crisp tailored suit, huge gold Rolex, thin rings adorning veiny hands, and silver hair that fell just above his eyes. There was a slightly off-center middle part to his bangs that you’d never seen him wear before. The hairstyle showed more of his forehead and eyebrows, somehow making his features even more striking. 

Min fucking Yoongi stared back at you with a look just as horrified. 

You watched his deep brown eyes drop down to look at your body before quickly returning to your face. His cheeks immediately turned as red as the lipstick staining your mouth. 

“Y/N, I-uh-” 

“What are you doing here?” It was a stupid fucking question, but you blurted it out faster than you could clamp your mouth shut. In your anxiousness, the irony of you asking him the question was lost on you. 

He closed and opened his mouth like a fish out of water. Maybe he felt you’d plucked him out of the water, but you knew you were drowning. 

“I…” Yoongi scrambled for words, taking in such a deep breath you could see the tension hike his shoulders up to his ears. “Hoseok thought… I didn’t…” Yoongi let out an exasperated sigh and held out his hands, palms facing the ceiling in surrender. Your eyes followed the gesture, but you felt nothing behind it. 

Hoseok. 

Right. Yoongi knew your boss. He was here, in this room, staring at your nearly-naked body because your boss brought him to your lounge. “Hobi paired you with me…” 

It felt like you were dragging your brain through cement. The longer it took for your mouth to form coherent sentences, the more stuck you got in the sludge. But your throat was dry, and your tongue felt heavy behind your teeth, and it was entirely too stuffy in the small lounge. You could feel the material of your lingerie dig into your skin with every breath, the brush of lace and clasps irritating your skin in a way it hadn’t before. 

How Yoongi’s eyes could bulge even further out of his head, you didn’t know. You watched him lick his lips, only to wipe over his mouth and the rest of his face with his hands before starting the nervous cycle again. 

“He didn’t do this on purpose,” Yoongi insisted. For the first time, you saw what you thought was fear flash across his pink face. Maybe fear was too strong of a word. Maybe he looked unsure, and the expression was so odd on a face as regal as his that it alarmed you. “Look, I didn’t know. I didn’t know it would be you. I didn’t know you work here.” 

Maybe his statements should have brought you relief. Still, all you could think about was the unavoidable truth: even if the VIP experience had been with another employee, Yoongi was still at Heaven’s Gates, soliciting sex from a stranger. Maybe it wasn’t your place to make judgments, but you couldn’t shake how wrong it all felt. How dirty it made you feel. 

Yoongi’s fingers flew up to play with the buttons on his jacket. Noticing the action made your skin prickle like you’d gotten ice water dumped over your head. You were suddenly very aware of how clothed Yoongi was compared to you. You quickly crossed your arms against your chest to shield yourself. The humiliation of being exposed burned holes into your skin; you could feel the heat like fire licking at your limbs. 

“No, no, no, you’re married, Yoongi,” you practically scolded him with a furious shake of your head. “Your wife and Binna are going through shit, and you’re here?” 

He flinched at your words, eyes quickly meeting the floor rather than holding your gaze. You never thought you’d see such an intimidating man look so small. “It’s not like that, Y/N,” Yoongi pleaded. 

“Then what is it like?” 

“I can’t tell you…” The pained look in Yoongi’s eyes sent you into a downward spiral. 

“Nothing like marriage and having a child to make a kid turn into an adult.” 

That’s what he’d said to you during the first not-date. A well-respected businessman with manners and poise, who did everything he could to provide for his family. That was the Yoongi you’d had coffee with. A kind, mature adult with a family and a sense of responsibility.

So who the fuck was this?

Suddenly, the initial disgust and rage that consumed you melted into fear. With no information to guide you towards the correct conclusion of what the fuck was going on, you were grasping at straws. What if Yoongi was lying? What if he had somehow found out that you worked at Heaven’s Gates? Maybe Hobi was the connecting link. And now Yoongi was seeking out your “secret life” on his own to judge you. Or worse, to get you fired from the Academy. 

Could he do that? 

Would he do that? 

You felt the sting of unshed tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. You blinked quickly, trying to keep them at bay, but once one slid down your cheek, it was over. 

“I can’t do this,” you gasped, shielding your face from him with your hand as you tried to regulate your breathing. Nothing was working though, and you felt like every inhale was getting caught in your lungs without being released. You hiccuped a few times and squeezed yourself even tighter.  

Yoongi’s pink face abruptly blanched. “I don’t want to do anything,” he said hastily, taking a step back. You were reminded of how he’d looked when Binna started crying over her mother at the Academy. 

The increase in distance between the two of you didn’t do anything for the waterfall streaming down your face. You kept one arm wrapped across your chest to cover your cleavage while you pressed the fingers of your free hand against your forehead. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry…” 

Liar, you wanted to cry. It didn’t matter how many excuses Yoongi babbled, you didn’t believe him. The coincidence was too great. 

You weren’t sure at what point your body began to tremble as violently as it did, but you had trouble holding yourself together the longer Yoongi looked at everything in the room but you with those sharp, judgmental eyes. 

“Go fuck yourself.” 

The expletive came out stilted and unconvincing, perhaps because you rarely cursed. Still, it had the effect you were looking for; Yoongi finally brought his eyes to yours long enough to be shocked. You didn’t linger; you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. It was bad enough you’d broken down from the stress of knowing you now had blackmail material stacked against you. No, you’d keep what little dignity you still had. 

You let the lounge door slam behind you without a second look. 

With the club as crowded as it was, you quickly made your way to the employee lounge without running into anyone you didn’t want to see. You didn’t even bother to take off your outfit, instead choosing to toss on your t-shirt and shorts over the lingerie. Kicking off your heels, you slipped on your Nikes, only pausing in your hurry after catching sight of yourself in the mirror. The whites of your eyes were tinged red, and your eyelids were puffy beneath the soft blue makeup caked on top of them. Your shoulders heaved once you realized you’d been holding your breath. 

“What the fuck,” you whispered to your reflection. Was this your punishment for fantasizing over a romanticized image of Yoongi? And you saw just how sinful you were and that this image you’d created was much more disturbed than you’d thought? 

What kind of man spent his free time paying strangers for sex while his family fell apart? While his wife was ill? 

You didn’t know anything about him. 

While you were lost in thought, Hazel came into the room. 

“Are you okay?” she asked, noticing your tear-streaked makeup and watching you sling your backpack over your shoulder. 

“I’m just not feeling well. If Hobi asks, can you tell him I went home? I’ll text him later.” 

You shouldered past the woman before she could ask any more questions. All you could think about was that you had Binna’s class first thing the next morning. 

Standing outside Heaven’s Gates wasn’t ideal. Men frequently loitered outside, looking for dancers to harass because they were too cheap (and creepy) to go inside like proper customers. You huddled against the wall directly outside the front door. Your thumbs glided over your phone, searching for Jimin’s number while you occasionally looked over your shoulder in case anyone approached you. 

“Y/N, what’s up?” Jimin’s voice was groggy and thick. You felt a pinch of guilt twist at your already upset stomach, knowing you were waking him up in the middle of the night when he’d expected Diamond to take you home. 

“Can you come get me, please?” 

“Is something wrong?” His voice deepened with stress, and you heard rustling on his end of the line. 

“I can’t talk about it right now,” you whispered into the phone, stepping away as a group of men walked out of the front doors. They laughed in the loud, boisterous manner of drunkenness, the type of men the dancers were taught to tread lightly around. You saw a flash of silver hair in the group and you hiccuped a small sob into the phone. “I just need you to come get me.” 

Just a week prior, you’d fantasized about what it would be like to have Yoongi on his knees for you for real, and not just because he was retrieving his work keys from the floor. And now…

“I didn’t know it would be you.” 

His words shouldn’t have hurt; it wasn’t really rejection. None of this should have happened to begin with.

The wait for Jimin wasn’t long. Your friend wasn’t particularly known to be a safe driver. Speed limits were merely recommendations in Jimin’s eyes, and he knew his driving capabilities better than some arbitrary law. 

Supposedly.

Sliding into the passenger’s seat, you waved off Jimin when you saw the scrunch of your roommate’s eyebrows. 

“Did someone…?” He chewed his lips and kept his foot on the brake. 

“No,” you sighed. That was always Jimin’s fear: that someone would hurt you during one of your shifts. You insisted that it wouldn’t happen, but he never let it go. 

Gesturing for him to start driving, you sank into your seat. For a good ten minutes, you were silent, so the car was silent. Jimin wasn’t like Diamond who blasted music and drove with the summer hair whipping across their face. Jimin sat rigidly behind the wheel. But maybe it was because of you. 

Turning your head to look out of the window, you explained the situation to Jimin without bothering to glance in his direction. It was too much to have to say out loud, and even worse to see the expression on Jimin’s face as you did it. 

“He wouldn’t even look at me, Chim…” 

Jimin hummed at that. You knew from the way he jutted out his chin that he was thinking. You didn’t blame his silence; what was there to say? It was all fucked up. 

“What do you wish he would have done?” Jimin stole a glance at you when he switched lanes to prepare to exit the highway. His cheeks were puffy with sleep and his plump lips pouted into the little beak you loved. He made your heart hurt in the best way. 

Jimin’s question was a good one. It forced your brain to slow down and think. You lifted the collar of your t-shirt to your eyes and rubbed them with the scratchy fabric until all your tears were gone. 

“I don’t know… I think I wanted him to look at me,” you started slowly. You squeezed your eyes shut when one began to twitch. “It didn’t feel like he was going to own up to it.” 

“Like, not take responsibility for his actions?” 

“Yeah…” You pressed your middle finger into the corner of your twitching eye. 

You had wanted Yoongi to look you in the eyes and tell you that this was all a joke. You wanted him to tell you he was the perfect dad. You wanted him to tell you that he was a loving, doting husband. That all the fantasies you’d created about how gut-wrenchingly perfect he was in your head were real. That you didn’t need to regret looking forward to seeing him every other morning when he lovingly squeezed Binna’s hands as she pulled off her tiny raincoat, or regret replaying your coffee not-date over and over and over until you fell asleep to the smell of vanilla and leather.

That you weren’t a bad person for imagining that this would go a different way.

“It would take an extremely mature person to take on the responsibility at that moment. You caught him in the act, basically.” 

“He is mature.” 

Jimin pursed his lips. The hand that wasn’t holding the steering wheel came up to rest on his bottom lip. “I don’t know. You haven’t spent that much time with him.” 

“I guess so…” Now it was your turn to avoid someone’s stares, lowering your head to look at the text messages popping up on your phone instead of looking at Jimin. 

[Hobi] Hey love, what happened? Hazel said you went home? 

You debated ignoring the text until the morning, but you forgot you’d added read receipts to your text messages with your boss. Huffing a quiet sigh, you spent a few quiet moments trying to decide what to say. 

[You] I teach Yoongi’s daughter ballet 

Might as well come out with it. You were sure Yoongi would tell him eventually. 

[Hobi] Oh

[Hobi] I’m so sorry Y/N! That must have been so uncomfortable! If I’d known, I would have asked Hazel to go with him. I am so so sorry 😔

[You] He’s married 😐

[Hobi] I know 

You let out a snort, causing Jimin to look in your direction. He was pulling up to your apartment by now, but finding street parking was another battle. 

Before you could fill Jimin in, another text came through. 

[Hobi] I know it looks really bad but I promise he’s a nice guy. His marriage is complicated. He may not have even asked you to do anything with him, even if he didn’t know you 

[Hobi] Please don’t let this impact your opinion of him 

Hobi may as well have asked you to stare directly into the sun. 

[You] I don’t know

[You] I just need time away 

[Hobi] Don’t worry doll, I’ll have Hazel and Diamond cover for you 

Fuck. You’d forgotten to text Diamond. With another exasperated sigh, you shot Diamond a text vague enough to not share any real details but clear enough so they knew you were safe but wouldn’t be at the Gates for a while. 

You were thankful that Jimin gave you space once you were home. You assumed part of the reason was simply that he was tired, and you couldn’t blame him. It was late - late enough that you didn’t even bother to shower. You threw yourself onto your bed, a pillow gathered beneath your face to muffle the scream that ripped through your throat. 

You should have minded your own business from the very beginning.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Min. Might you have time in your busy schedule to meet with me?”  

Yoongi’s eyes slowly lifted from their fixation on his computer screen to meet the gaze of the slender woman standing in the doorway of his studio. The long coat she wore disguised her slim figure. It fell just past her knees, but Yoongi didn’t need to see anything. He had the image of her etched into his brain, a fixture of his mind. The dip of her collarbones, the roundness of her breasts, the way her stomach fluttered when he brushed his fingers against her skin. When he was soldiering through stuffy conference calls or having belligerent clients yell in his face, Yoongi could close his eyes and see her gleaming smile and bright eyes, the soft bow of her upper lip. He could smell her cocoa butter scent. Her name made its home on the tip of his tongue. 

“Hmmm, I think I may have a bit of time for you, Mrs. Min,” he spoke softly, his gummy smile quickly appearing. He hadn’t expected her to visit him at work in the middle of the day. 

“Just a bit?” 

“Ah, Lani. You know I can be quick.” 

A small chuckle left Lani’s lips as she made her way across the room to Yoongi’s desk. He stood from his chair with his arms stretched out to draw his wife against him. With the tip of his index finger, he lifted her chin to give himself better access to her mouth. Kissing Lani was like swimming through lava. It ignited his body with a burn that was more fluid than fire. His desire for her didn’t just consume him; it became a part of him. 

She opened her mouth for him, and he swirled his tongue around hers. As well as he knew his wife, there was something off about the way she tasted beneath his tongue. He kissed her with furrowed brows and a concentration that went beyond his desire to eat her whole. What was that taste? 

His focus on her mouth distracted him from the feeling of Lani reaching between their bodies to unzip her coat. Smoothly, she shouldered the outerwear off, revealing red lingerie hugging her curves, and nothing else. 

Yoongi pulled away, holding Lani by her bare waist. Her skin was hot. 

“Are you drunk?” 

“Oh, come on, Yoongi.” 

“Lani.” Yoongi narrowed his eyes at her, his hands now gripping her arms. 

“I’m not drunk, okay? Camila and I went out for brunch.” Lani pulled away from Yoongi’s grasp. The sudden movement made her step back onto the coat she’d discarded, and she stumbled slightly. Yoongi reached out to grab her before she tripped, a pointed look on his face when she met his gaze. 

“You can’t even stand up straight.” 

“Oh my god, it was the coat. I’m not drunk.” Lani’s voice was beginning to rise in pitch, and the initial whining tone she’d used hardened with anger. “What’s the big deal, Yoongi? I’m an adult. Can I not have a drink every once in a while?” 

Now that she was up close, Yoongi could see how her eyes were bloodshot, and her cheeks were flushed pink. Her gaze held his, but it wavered slightly. 

“Did you drive here?” 

Lani rolled her eyes and waved him off with an exasperated sigh as if he was the stupidest person in the world. “Of course, I didn’t.” 

Yoongi took a deep breath and unclenched his jaw, exhaling silently. “Thank you for not driving.” He’d found that getting angry only made his wife more defensive, and they both knew he wouldn’t ever win the fight. “As I’ve mentioned, I’m concerned about you drinking while on your meds.” 

“It’s not that big of a deal.” She waved him off again. 

“Lani,” Yoongi began, speaking slowly like he was creeping past a sleeping lion. “I’ve researched it. Every single medical study states mixing alcohol and Xanax or other benzodiazepines can be extremely dangerous.”

“Oh, is that what you do all night when you’re working late and not at home with me? Googling all the things you think are wrong with me?”

“That is not what I said.”

“You didn’t have to say anything at all!” At this point, Lani was nearly shouting. Yoongi was thankful that all the music studios were soundproof. 

Lani’s hands fluttered as she spoke. “I don’t even know what’s worse! If you were fucking someone else like I thought you were or if you’re sitting around compiling a list of all the reasons I’m not good enough for you!” 

Yoongi flinched at the accusations, but he maintained his gaze no matter how wild Lani’s eyes flashed. 

“Baby, I love you. I love you with my whole heart and soul,” he pleaded softly, taking one of her shaking hands. He squeezed it gently, eventually lifting it to press a kiss against her palm. “Don’t you remember what I told you on our wedding day? Every atom in my body was made to worship you.” He slid her hand against his cheek and held it there. 

Lani scowled, but she let Yoongi hold her hand against his face. Leaning forward until their faces were mere inches from each other, she glared at him, the anger still bubbling in her expression. 

“Fucking prove it then.” 

She took Yoongi’s free hand and pressed it between her thighs, her eyes challenging him. 

How many times had they been through this? Lani would get fucked up. Yoongi would grow concerned. Lani would come out with her claws on the defense. Yoongi would fuck her back into a good mood. Rinse and repeat. 

But Yoongi was a man. And when he felt the dampness of Lani’s thong, he let out a low moan. Releasing Lani’s hand, he grabbed her hips and lifted her onto his desk, knocking over his pen holder. 

He pulled the red lace to the side to slide his fingers along her wet folds, immediately slipping two fingers inside her and curling hard. Lani threw her head back with a squeal, spreading her legs even wider for him. Marriage brought him the ability to know his wife’s body like she was an extension of himself. It also allowed him to know that she cared little for drawn-out foreplay. Her hands were already reaching for his belt. 

“Hurry up,” she panted, but Yoongi brushed her hands away. He took a step back and watched his wife with lidded eyes as he unbuckled his belt, tugging down enough to release his cock from the tight clothing. 

He’d fuck her senseless atop his desk, her hands tangled in his dark hair, his mouth sucking along the tops of her breasts. And when they were done, he’d smooth out his shirt and send her home in an Uber, promising he’d come home on time. He’d keep his promise for once, come home to shower Lani and baby Binna with attention. They’d pretend the fighting had never happened until he found her passed out from drinking again, hiding pills around the house, or sneaking out at night to meet up with her friend who just so happened to be a pharmacist with a loose code of ethics. The fighting would begin again. And then the fucking. The denial. The fighting. The fucking. The fighting. The fighting. The fighting…

Yoongi wasn’t sure why he recalled the memory of Lani’s surprise visit to his studio nearly two years ago as he unlocked the front door of his penthouse. Perhaps it was the fact that the lingerie you’d been wearing that night at The Gates reminded him of the way Lani used to dress up for him. 

Fuck the Gates and fuck Hobi’s ability to convince Yoongi that sex therapy would make his life easier when, in reality, it threatened to destroy what little parts of his life were holding onto at least a small semblance of normalcy. 

Yoongi’s head was throbbing from the alcohol he’d consumed, but mostly from the stress of witnessing his child’s dance instructor half-naked and fully prepared to fuck him before realizing it was him. A tired man who should have been with his daughter, caring for her. Consoling her. Lani wasn’t there to do any of that. 

Yoongi dropped Binna off at his mother’s house to have the night to himself, and here he was, alone in a dark house, drunk, with a bitter taste in his mouth. How many times could he ship Binna off to his mother’s before she began to think he didn’t want her anymore, either? 

Fuck Lani for doing this to him. To them. 

He sank into the living room couch and reached out with ringed fingers to scoop up the loose papers thrown on the coffee table. 

PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE

Dissolution. It sounded a whole lot like disillusion. He supposed “dissolution of marriage” was meant to seem less awful than “divorce”, but Yoongi felt like it was a mask. Smoke and mirrors. A fancy term to make people feel better about the fact that their marriage had fallen apart. 

He and Lani had worn that mask for years. He’d toted her to the banquet to celebrate the founding of Ddaeng Records and asked Hobi to monitor her alcohol consumption while Yoongi mingled with the guests. He’d taken her to music award galas, and posed for red carpet photos with his hand on her hip and her body pressed against his, smiles plastered on despite the argument during the ride over. When she was committed to rehab for the first time, Yoongi had put on the mask for Binna. He’d told her Lani was sick, that she needed time for the doctors to make her better. 

But when one rehab commitment turned into two, three, and four… it became harder to hide the truth. Especially when low-level journalism (if anyone could call it journalism) pounced on leaked evidence that Min Lani, wife of one of the most established music producers in the country, was a prescription pill junkie and raging alcoholic. Though Yoongi didn’t necessarily consider himself famous, people ate up the classic image of the bored housewife neglected by her wealthy husband, too busy with his business to keep her out of trouble. 

He hated how much of the stereotype felt true. 

With a sigh, Yoongi let the papers fall back onto the table. He ran his hands over his face, dragging them down until he felt his skin stretch out. What had happened to them? 

After downing a few glasses of water, Yoongi forced himself to shower and perform his nightly routine of brushing his teeth and prepping for the next day, even when his brain pounded in his skull and his eyes burned with exhaustion. It was the kind of exhaustion that was so severe it actually prevented Yoongi from sleeping. He felt restless in his bed, pulling the sheets up only to kick them off again. He didn’t dare look at the time. 

Maybe he could only blame exhaustion for part of his restlessness. The rest of the blame had to fall on his lack of self-discipline. The longer he laid there in the dark, the hotter his body burned until he felt warmth spread from his chest lower until he couldn’t ignore his cock stirring in his boxers. 

The cool air against his chest made Yoongi shiver, but the heat pooling in his stomach was enough to keep him warm. 

Yoongi’s cock was a heavy burden he fisted in his hand. He let his head fall back on his pillow as he closed his eyes and attempted to focus. It had been a long while since he’d had sex with another person. He wished he could say that he couldn’t remember the last time he had. He didn’t want to remember.

Slowly spreading precum, he ran his thumb along his slit. He let out a breathy sigh and drew his bottom lip into his teeth as he pumped himself harder, slightly picking up the pace. 

With his eyes closed, all he saw was you. The glitter on your face that sparkled in the soft blue light. The swell of your tits in your angelic lingerie. Those plump lips. He could practically feel them engulf his cock, stretched lips painted pink and swollen. He wanted to know what you tasted like, what his name sounded like as a whimper or a moan spilling from your needy mouth. 

You’d looked like heaven, but he wanted to fuck every ounce of sin he had into you. 

The rub of his wedding ring dragging along the throbbing veins of his cock was what finally sent Yoongi over the edge. He came into his hand as he imagined what it would feel like to sink inside you. In reality, his cum was messy and hot as it dripped down his pulsing cock and between his fingers, making his ring stick uncomfortably to his skin. 

He was so fucked.

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Sir | Yoongi

genre: smut, ceo!au warnings: dom!yoongi x sub!reader, punishment/spanking, no sex words: 2.5k summary: He’s warned her before not to call him that in public, and when she makes the mistake of doing it again, he’s going to have to discipline her accordingly… even if it’s in the workplace.

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Hey, congrats on your milestone!!! If your requests are still open I���d love to ask for one 👀 Can I have Yoongi E2L with the suggestion of: "I'm not the villain. I'm not the villain."

→ title: simple, starving to be safe

→ pairing: wood workshop owner!yoongi x f!reader

→ genre: enemies to lovers, angst

→ rating: mature

→ word count: 1.9k

→ warnings: language, alcoholism, yoongi calls reader doll, yoongi is a mean drunk, yoongi’s veiny hands/arms, kind of bratty reader(?) but deep down she cares for him, kissing, light breast play

→ prompt: i’m not the villain. i'm not the villain.

→ summary: yoongi is a grumpy old man who doesn’t want your help.

→ a/n: rachel! thank you so much for requesting this. it was so much fun to write. i hope i was able to do e2l alright T_T i apologize, i'm not the best at this trope but i hope you like it! <3

It wasn't hard to miss the highlighter neon yellow sign amongst the sea of white. You usually walk past the handwritten ads outside your local grocery store, but what was written on there caught your attention.

The first line in bold lettering:

Hot guy needs your help.

The second and third lines:

Looking for a social media coordinator and content creator for a small business.

Call Kim Taehyung for more details. Will generously compensate.

"Fucking Kim Taehyung. I'm gonna kill him," Yoongi mumbled. He guessed Taehyung was the one who posted something about needing help with the shop.

Like other small businesses during the pandemic, MYG Studios took a hit. It was thriving with clients and customers, but Yoongi's studio struggled to stay open once companies closed. His savings account was depleting by the day, and there were plenty of days when he thought of letting his shop go, but he couldn’t; it was his baby.

"Um…what?"

"Don't need you, doll. You can go," he waved you off before taking a swig of his bottle of whiskey. Since business was slow, he took up a new hobby while working - drinking.

Doll? Ew. The two of you were practically the same age, and it bugged you when men freely called you pet names.

"Err…you probably shouldn't be drinking while operating heavy machinery," you pointed out, worried that he would become a liability.

You had already inquired with Taehyung about the job and happily accepted the position. You were a micro content creator on TikTok, and your audience was steadily growing, so you knew the ins and outs of what kind of content your followers wanted.

"Why are you still here, doll? I'm sure you have better places to be," Yoongi grumbled.

You didn't have anywhere better to be. The beauty of being a content creator; you are free to set your schedule. "I'm right where I'm supposed to be. Yoongi, right? Look…give me two weeks, and if you don't see an increase in business, then I'll leave you alone."

His eyes flitted to yours, beginning to rake you in from head to toe and back up again. Yoongi snickered, shaking his head. Standing up from behind the machine, he walked towards you, leaning against a table, arms crossed. "How old are you?"

You silently scoffed, not understanding what your age had to do with anything. "Twenty-nine." You could see Yoongi perking up at your answer, like an oh…"Why? How old did you think I was?"

You were older than Yoongi thought you were. By the looks of what you were wearing, he would have guessed the mid-20s. He grumbled something indistinct under his breath. The only thing you could make out was Taehyung's name.

"So…can we start now?"

Even though Yoongi dismissed you several times since your first meeting, you were unrelenting, showing up every day at his studio.

“You’re cramping my style and my business, doll. How many times do I have to tell you to leave?” Yoongi grumbled, taking another sip of his usual glass filled with whiskey. You told him to stop drinking during business hours, but he never listened. He didn’t care what you thought of him; he wondered why you were still around. But you told him to give you two weeks; if he didn’t see any results, you’d be out of his grumpy old hair in no time.

“Business? What business? I don’t see any customers.” You asked, looking around his studio. Everything was pristine because there hadn’t been any customers for weeks. “But after I post this video, I’m sure people will come running.”

You opened TikTok, going to the MYG Studio profile. You compiled a video edit of Yoongi cutting wood, sanding down the board, and staining it. You needed to add music before it was ready to go.

Yoongi didn’t even acknowledge you anymore; he could barely tolerate you if he were honest, a thorn in his side that he couldn’t reach to pull out. And your excitement and perkiness only fueled his hatred and annoyance towards you.

Taehyung, Yoongi’s friend, knocked on his studio door. “How’s everything going? Getting any business?”

“Get her outta here, Tae, before I throw her out.”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Taehyung teased, walking over to you.

“When does he not wake up on the wrong side of the bed?” You suggested, with arms crossed, leaning against the wall. It had only been a few minutes since you uploaded Yoongi’s video, but your phone notifications were buzzing noisily by the second.

Flipping your phone over, you had over twenty notifications, and it wasn’t under your TikTok profile; it was under MYG Studios. As you opened the app, there were over a hundred likes for Yoongi’s video edit and at least thirty to forty comments.

“Who is this guy? His hands–the things I’d want him to do to me.”

“Pls sir. Choke me with those hands.”

“Where is this? I need go here and have this guy help me make something.”

“Can you imagine those fingers pumping in and out of my—nvm.”

You couldn’t help but snicker at the comments underneath the video. Now you know precisely what kind of content to record for Yoongi’s TikToks. You handed your phone to Taehyung to show him the thirst over Yoongi’s hands.

Taehyung audibly gasped, covering his mouth. “Hyung—all these people want you to finger them.” The two of you laughed. “Who would’ve known that all it took was hand porn to save your business? Damn–I wonder if these hands will make me money?” Taehyung joked while twirling his hand and fingers.

Yoongi scowled at the two of you. “What the hell are you talking about?” He asked, continuing to sip on his last few drops of whiskey.

You never showed Yoongi the final video before posting it, so you walked to him, handing over your phone. The footage mostly showed cuts of Yoongi working in the studio and focusing on his hands, which were now your most prized possession.

“Take this shit off of the internet, doll. No one wants to see that.”

Snatching your phone from him, you spat out, “No, and make me grumpy.” You found your niche for Yoongi and were excited to make more content.

A month had passed, and you were right; you found your niche with MYG Studios, and the outpour of love and support for Yoongi’s business was insane. It was crazy how one simple video goes viral, and everyone wants a piece of whatever it is; that’s the beauty of social media.

Business was booming for Yoongi, and there were times when you thought he was going soft on you, that maybe he stopped hating your guts for helping his business thrive. But as much as you wanted Yoongi to change, some things never did.

You looked over on a Friday afternoon and saw Yoongi passed out on his work desk, softly snoring in his white tee and the navy apron he was always found in. Shaking your head at him, you continued sweeping away at the mess on the ground.

You set your phone on the work table next to you, waiting for an important call from a buyer who found Yoongi’s video through TikTok. Not realizing how messy his studio was, you kept sweeping until you reached the back room. Unbeknownst to you, your phone started buzzing, an incoming call from an unknown number.

“Yah–” Yoongi softly croaked, clearing his throat. “Yah–” he tried again to get your attention. He poked his head up, wondering where you disappeared to.

Walking back with the broom in hand and confusion on your face, you made a face at Yoongi. “What? Grumpy?”

“Turn off your fucking phone, doll. I’m trying to nap.”

Today was the first day where he had some time off from clients and making new products for vendors. You rolled your eyes at him and walked to grab your phone, setting down the broom to answer the call that was annoying him. “Hello? Yes, this is she,” as the call continued, you couldn’t contain your excitement; it was the buyer on the other end.

When you hung up the call and muffled a scream, jumping up and down in place, Yoongi scowled at you as the grumpy gramps he was. “Yoongi, you have a very important buyer coming to your studio in an hour! I need you to buckle up, put on your big boy pants, and put away your grumpy attitude.”

Yoongi stood up, slamming his hands on the table, making your eyes flutter shut for a moment. “Geez, doll. You’re such a pain in my ass. I don’t wanna meet them. I don’t care if I go viral on TikTok or make money or become successful,” Yoongi huffed. “Don’t give a shit if I die in this hellhole.”

He didn’t scare you, and he could never scare you. As much as he was annoyed with you or was mean to you, there was an inkling feeling that he did all these things so he wouldn’t become close to others, and a part of you was determined to break down that wall.

You took a stride towards him; this was the closest you’d been near him. And like you expected, he smelled earthy, warm, and reassuring. “Yoongs,” slightly shaking your head, you said, “I’m not the villain here.” You sighed, feeling defeated, "I'm not the villain. I just…I don’t know—I’m invested. I can’t turn my back on you now."

And you were serious about it. You weren’t going to abandon him; it wasn’t about success or fame. You didn’t care about that; you cared about him.

Your eyes darted to his, then down to his apron, noticing a small piece of a wood chip stuck to it; your hand automatically reached to pull it, but Yoongi held your wrist. "Why do you care so much?" He looked into your eyes, hoping to find an answer. He didn't understand why you'd go out of your way to help him.

You shrugged, gently pulling your wrist from his grasp. “What? I can’t care about you?”

“Trust me, doll. You don’t want to. I’m a fucking mess,” Yoongi muttered, reaching for the bottle of whiskey, but you stopped him. Peering at you, he almost wanted to start an argument, but he resisted this time.

You slotted yourself between his legs, your index finger lifting his chin to make him look at you. Yoongi’s eyes were easy to read, and you could see their sadness and hurt. "There are other ways to ease the pain, you know..."

Yoongi gripped your wrist once again. “Yeah? Like what?” He tilted his head, sporting a grin. He knew what you were alluding to, but he wanted you to say it.

You scoffed at his cockiness. Fine, you thought. "Me."

You leaned in, cupping his face, lips crashing into his. It's as if he was trying to resist what he wanted, but he finally gave in. His whiskey breath was hot against yours as he opened his mouth, moaning at the simplest touch of your tongue. His kiss was carnal, animalistic and full of lust. His veiny hands gripped your waist, pulling you in closer against his growing erection.

You annoyed the fuck out of him, but he thought you were so fucking hot when you pushed his buttons. He hated and secretly loved it. His hands slid underneath your sweater, pushing it further to reveal your lace bra.

"Shit–doll." He tugged you closer, burying his face in your breasts, kissing the soft flesh, gently biting your nipple. Through a shaky breath, Yoongi muttered, "This is just sex, and that's it."

"Good—I wouldn't want anything else from you."

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Suga | Forbidden love!au RECs

(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst , 

(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Dribble , 

(💜) ~ Personal Favorite 

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Title: Rose Garden Dreams 💦🐑👊🗒

Author: @glossgf

Summary: Knight!yoongi x princess!reader.

↳ “You, a princess not yet betrothed, and your knight, Yoongi, have fallen in love. But what happens when a prince asks for your hand in marriage? What will you and Yoongi do then…?”

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Title: Forbi(t)en Love 💦🐑👊🗒💜

Author: @krreader

Summary: Also supernatural and college!au. 

↳ “You were supposed to hate each other.. supposed, is the important word.”

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Title: Captive Love 💦👊📝

Author: @poppywrites41

Summary: HIATUS series. Prince!Suga x maid!reader.

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Title: Teacher’s Pet 💦🐑👊📝

Author: @ysljoon

Summary: Currently 2 part series. Teacher!Suga x student!reader. 

↳ “Your economics professor with a failing marriage takes an interest in you and you want him just as badly as he does.”

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Title: Piano Professor 🐑🗒

Author: @sweetwritertanya​

Summary: Piano teacher!Suga x Student!reader.

↳ “You have a big crush on professor Yoongi, your piano teacher. On the last day of his class, there is a practical exam but it turns out it wasn’t the exam you weren’t ready for.”

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Suga | Enemies-to-Lovers!au RECs

(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst , 

(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Dribble , 

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Title: Carpool 🐑🗒

Author: @leewriting​ 

Summary: Also college!au. 

↳ “You didn’t want to hate him , you didn’t want to have a weekly fight either. But when you’re in university and there is only one parking spot at your apartment building, it’s each person for themselves. Unfortunately this can’t last forever and every feud has an expiry, yours might just come from forced ride sharing.”

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Title: We Got A Pawblem 🐑🗒

Author: @yoon-kooks​ 

Summary: I would become enemies with a person over a cat too, to be honest. 

↳ “It’s love at first sight when you waltz through those shelter doors and spot the most handsome tuxedo cat you’ve ever seen. The only problem is that he’s currently purring in the gentle embrace of a jerk named Min Yoongi who can’t possibly want that cat more than you.”

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Title: Always You 🐑👊🗒💜

Author: @bukguhope​ 

Summary: My stomach dropped when a certain part came up… you’ll understand when you read it.

↳ # Request: “its always been you” - “god why can’t you see that i love you?!” - “you’re mine, do i need to remind you?”-  “don’t look at me like that, i won’t be able to stop myself”  

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Title: Clockwork Heart 💦🐑👊🗒📝💜

Author: @vyduan​ 

Summary: Technically a series, but all in one post. It’s completed. Arranged marriage!au, as well. Also Hoseok x reader, but it’s more for plot than any real cuteness. 

↳ “Forced to marry chaebol and cold-hearted Min Yoongi in order to save your own company, Yoongi leaves you to your own devices as long as you are discreet. Everything changes when he catches you with your best friend, Hoseok.”

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Title: Love Lockdown 💦🐑👊📝

Author: @personasintro​ 

Summary: Ongoing. Also zombie apocalypse!au. 

↳ “It started with a supposed virus all around the world. It continues with people turning into monsters who want to eat everything that’s alive.”

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Strike Two

Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Word Count: like, over 20.8k which is insane

Warning: swearing, smut, corporal punishment, physical violence, vomiting, alcohol consumption, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, choking, riding crops, public humiliation, degradation, praise, dom/sub elements, sexual acts, depressive thoughts, enemies with benefits, enemies to lovers, literally just dirty, dirty smut ok thanks bye. But also fluff, romance, and friends to lovers if you squint hard enough lmao. :)) YOU MUST BE 18+ TO CONSUME THIS CONTENT!!!

NOTE: This is a very very nsfw piece of fiction. I do not associate any of the AOT characters with these actions. Please treat this for what it is; fictional content that does not accurately reflect my views on a particular person, character, franchise, etc.

This piece DOES NOT contain any AOT spoilers. This is an imagine that takes place in an alternate universe. Anyone 18+ can read this, no matter how far along you are in the series or manga! :)) Enjoy!

P.S. This is mainly a Levi x Reader, but there is a bit of a friends to lovers romantic dynamic between the reader and Jean. Just go with it and see how it unfolds. Either way you’ll like the story hehe.

Author’s Note: we’re horny and we’re simping. no shame here. join the fucking club besties. anyway, consider this my kinktober submission for the entire month bc this took me a long time to write. also, i did not proofread the whole thing so it might totally suck ass, idk. lmk if i need to make any edits or corrections! PLS TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!! <333

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It’s Ok

Member: Min Yoongi Genre: Angst / Fluff  🌸💔 Song Inspired: It’s Ok - Cee Lo Green Summary: Min Yoongi was that ultimate cold tsundere. As his hyper girlfriend, you were always the first to initiate everything in your relationship, without knowing if he ever feels the same. But his indifference took a toll on you, and you figure that it’s better for you to let him go.

A/N: Please listen to the song recommendation while reading this! Would add the romcom taste to it, I promise!

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sweetener | myg (m)

Summary: You used to know how he sounded when you were wrapped around him, but circumstances have pulled you apart and sent you scattering in opposite directions. Feelings shouldn’t reappear so easily by simple words, but when you find yourselves in the same place once again, this is exactly what happens.

⋙ pairing: Yoongi x female reader ⋙ rating: 18+ ⋙ genre: fwb/kinda enemies to lovers; fluff, smut ⋙ warnings: a misunderstanding, former fuckboy!yoongi, pent-up feelings, very light angsty bits buuuut mostly cute hot stuff, hobi – the frustrated wingman; explicit sexual content: dom!yoongi, sub!reader, making out in a bathroom, oral (f. & m. receiving), hair pulling, grinding, protected sex, dirty talk, teasing, pussy/tiddie slapping (i think), light spanking – yoongi slaps it all, degradation, praising, biting, he comes on her tits, spit, light choking, rough sex, manhandling, cum play, aftercare, some crack dialogue i guess, most of this is smut tbh. ⋙ word count: 10.3k ⋙ a/n: this was supposed to be a 5k pwp 😐 but anything for the BIRTHDAY BOY !! i adore this man, may only good things happen to him ever 😭 here’s my little love letter to min suga. genius. <3 also lowhighkey dedicated to @sugalaritae​ who brainstormed this w me (came up with this wonderful summary, too !!) and just, ugh – i just love her, she deserves to be spoiled <3

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You should’ve listened to your guts when they told you to stay home this morning. Maybe you could’ve avoided Yoongi’s presence for some longer that way.

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