#(now you see this wouldve been a submission BUT)

[yoon-kooks]

better than sex | myg | 3

🍑Pairing: Yoongi x Producer!Reader

🍑Genre: fluff, smut, studio!au

🍑Summary: As Min Yoongi’s studio neighbor and self-proclaimed nemesis, you’ve always seen him as someone who knew how to maintain a clean, well-put-together image without any careless slip-ups. But after nearly walking in on him with a hand around his cock, you gain a new perspective that leads to steamy fantasies in your bedroom and much-needed inspiration in the studio for Bangtan’s next album.

A week before track submissions are due, you give Yoongi a taste of the dirty demo, and now the selfish bastard wants to claim it for his own solo album. In exchange, he offers to help you produce another Bangtan track by the end of the week. Your only condition is for this track to be better than the sexual fantasies that inspired its predecessor.

🍑Word Count: 2.3k

🍑Parts: 1 ◆ 2 ◆ 3 [discontinued after this chapter]

🍑Warnings: this is the last part im posting for this series even though it was supposed to be longer, the ending here isnt conclusive but im posting it for anyone interested! if you have questions about the couple or where the story wouldve went, feel free to send some asks🥹 no smut in this chapter btw

🍑Wednesday🍑

Yoongi🍑👹 [6:47PM] “We’re filming near the BigHit building if you want a break from the studio”

Y/N💅 [6:48PM] “is there free coffee👀”

Y/N💅 [6:48PM] “asking for a friend”

Yoongi🍑👹 [6:49PM] “There’s a whole taco truck here for dinner”

Yoongi🍑👹 [6:50PM] “And free coffee for your friend”

Y/N💅 [6:51PM] “okay ill be there in a sex🐁”

Yoongi🍑👹 [6:51PM] “Sex?”

Y/N🐭 [6:51PM] “SEC”

Y/N🐭 [6:51PM] “fuck you”

You don’t really want to see Yoongi after an embarrassing typo like that, but you can’t say no to free food and coffee. Besides, the studio gets awfully boring and lonely when the boys aren’t around all day. It’s been like that as of late, aside from your late-night studio sessions with you-know-who. In times like this, you’re grateful the boy thought to invite you out for a change of scenery.

After throwing a cardigan over your shoulders and tucking your mini lyric notebook into your pocket, you step out of your studio and head over to the address Yoongi sent you. Your tummy immediately starts to feel like shit, but it isn’t hunger. It’s the kind of nervous feeling you get on a first date—except this isn’t a first date. It’s just the first time you’ve been invited by one of the guys to go behind the scenes of something other than music production.

Just as you’re about to message Yoongi about your arrival, you spot Jimin and Taehyung waving their tacos at you from right outside the area for filming.

“We’ve been expecting you, Y/N,” Taehyung says as if he’s the butler of some royal mansion. It matches his slicked-back hair and fancy gentleman costume that he’s only partly changed out of.

“Yoongi told us you were dropping by for table scraps or something.�� Jimin hands you a to-go box loaded with tacos. It’s still nice and hot. “He said you’re like a little mouse scurrying around for free food.”

“Great. Did he just invite me over here so y’all can insult me?” You narrow your eyes at the boys, even though “little mouse” is the most endearing insult you’ve ever heard.

“He wanted to see you, obviously,” Taehyung shrugs. “Bro won’t shut up about that track you’re working on with him. Said you came up with a pretty sick hook.”

Oh, so he’s insulting you and complimenting you. Sounds about right for the nemesis you know.

The boys bring you inside to what looks like the set of a cologne commercial. Who knows. Maybe it’s actually a personal moisturizer for self-pleasure in that black bottle they’re advertising. 

One by one, you spot and say hi to the rest of the guys. Seokjin and Namjoon are getting their makeup touched up, Jungkook is devouring what appears to be his second box of tacos, and Hoseok is looking over the shots he just finished. The only person unaccounted for is the boy who called you over here.

Then you look over to where all the cameras are pointed. Yoongi is lying comfortably on a leather couch, legs propped up on the armrest. He holds the black bottle up and studies it like he’s reading a book. 

He looks good on that couch, but not nearly as good as he looked on the one in your studio last night. On your couch, he had a different look to him. He wasn’t the calm and well-mannered idol you see posing for the camera now. He was very much into finger-fucking you and making a mess out of you on your couch. And it was hot as hell.

Still, you have to admit you’re here drooling over him in his suit and tie like he’s the CEO of your heart or something. You’re not used to seeing him in anything other than sweats or jeans since there’s apparently no one worth impressing in the studio end of the BigHit building. And as much as you adore his naked face and casual look, Hot CEO is definitely a style he should adopt more of.

“Did you come here to stare or to eat?” Yoongi asks as soon as he gets a break from the cameras. No hi, no how are you. Just more slander. It should be illegal to be mean and handsome at the same time.

You came because he invited you! And because you like free food! And because maybe he’s nice to look at! But you’re not going to waste your breath on telling him something he already knows.

“I heard you called me a little mouse.” You cross your arms as he takes a long sip of water. “Is that your new pet name for me?”

He chokes on his water. Good. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Aha, you were right. And to be honest, you wouldn’t really mind him calling you his Little Mouse from now on. “It’s because you sent that mouse emoji earlier.”

Ah, yes, the infamous mouse emoji that came right after your infamous sex typo. Good to know he hasn’t burned that cursed text from his memory the way you have.

The boy points to the box in your hands. “You should eat.”

“Did you eat already?” you ask, fidgeting with the notebook in your pocket. A tiny part of you is hoping he hasn’t so you can eat together. Then he’d have some time to look over the lyrics you’ve been working on for the song.

He shakes his head. “Now’s a good time—”

“Yoongi, we need you back for maybe 30… 40 minutes?” a camera guy calls out. You thought this was supposed to be Yoongi’s turn for a break. You thought this was your turn with him.

“I’ll be there in a sec,” he says, pulling you around the corner to a narrow hallway. The strong grip around your wrist is an odd mix of comfort and clinginess. “I heard the tacos are good. You should eat before they get cold.” In other words, eat without him because he doesn’t have time for you.

“They’re already cold.” You don’t mean it as a complaint. If he ate with you, you’re sure a cold meal would be just as satisfying as a hot one. But the thought of eating cold tacos all alone is kind of pathetic. And that makes you sad.

With a frown, he takes the box from you and pulls a taco out, examining it closely like the hottest certified health inspector in town. You’re suddenly hungry. The taco does look quite appetizing in those hands of his. Anything he touches becomes a thousand times prettier.

He takes a small bite as if whatever’s yours is his. You don’t mind, though. At least you know he’s getting some food in his stomach before returning to work.

But then he turns the taco to you and holds it up to your lips. You feel a piece of tortilla cling to the corner of your mouth as you bite into your dinner.

“Good, right?” The boy picks the tortilla bit off your cheek and pops it into his mouth before you can hide the mess from him—can’t get anything past his eyes.

You nod as you munch on the taco. You’ve never heard of a mouse being fed like royalty. But you have to admit, you kind of like it.

Satisfied with your answer, Yoongi tucks the half-eaten taco away with the rest of them in the box. You reach for the box, but he pulls it back out of reach.

“You’re not gonna grab some coffee too?” he asks.

You’d long forgotten about the coffee. Besides, what’s the point if you can’t enjoy it with the biggest coffee enthusiast you know?

“Maybe next time.” You swipe for the box again like a cat making a move on its prey. But once again, he holds the box as far away from you without actually distancing his body from yours. You both know there’s nowhere to run with that taco box in this narrow corridor.

“How about tomorrow morning?” he casually throws out. What, like a coffee date? Like an actual date? There’s no way. “I’ll pick it up on the way to the studio.”

Right. He can’t be seen out in the open with anyone other than his members and managers. You just wish so badly that that wasn’t the case.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Besides, the two of you are just friends. A coffee date with him is asking for too much. You feel yourself shrinking against the wall and fail to notice the way he studies the hint of disappointment in your eyes.

Before you know it, his lips find yours. They’re soft and lazy but also comforting—more comforting than any cup of coffee you could’ve gotten from here. And that’s when you know the small trip you made tonight was all worth it. Any time you get to spend with him is always worth it, no matter how short it may be.

“I’ll surprise you with something good,” he hums against your lips before finally handing the box back to you and walking toward the cameras. “See you around, Little Mouse.”

When you get back to your studio, all you think about while eating your cold tacos is Yoongi kissing you again. This time was different, though. It wasn’t prompted by sexual tension or frsutration. It was the kind of kiss you’d give when parting with a lover after a perfect night spent together. What business did Min Yoongi have with sending you off like that? You’ve heard of superheroes being charmed by the enemy, but you won’t let yourself be that easy. Not that way.

So after you take the last bite of your tacos, you shake off the thought of his soft lips and reach into your cardigan pocket for your notebook. It’s time to get back to work.

But the pocket is empty. The one on the other side is empty as well. Oh fuck. The notebook with all your lyrics is gone. All your hard work is suddenly gone. You must’ve dropped it on your little outing for free food.

And that’s not even the worst part. There are things in there no one else is supposed to see. If it falls into the wrong hands—i.e. Yoongi’s large veiny hands—you’re going to lose your goddamn mind.

You should probably go back and find it before the enemy does.

As soon as you step out of your studio, your body smacks right into a solid chest. You square up on instinct like it’s some late-night intruder, but it’s just Yoongi. And he’s got his stinken hands on your notebook. Of course he does.

“Oh good, I was looking for that,” you say as innocently as possible before swiping your paws at him. He takes a step back along with the notebook.

“First of all, ouch.” He rubs his chest right where you’d collided with him. “Second, you’re welcome for returning this safely to you.”

“Thank you, Yoongi. You truly are the best,” you mutter, somewhat distracted by the hand on his chest. It’s so veiny. “Happy now? Can I have my notebook back please?”

“Wait.” He holds a finger up like you’re a puppy in training. You only obey because you really need the notebook back. “What are all those lyrics in here?”

“For the song we’re working on, obviously.” A half truth.

“Some pages have dates from years ago.”

“Well you weren’t supposed to see those.”

“Well I read all of them.” He finally hands the notebook back, but it appears to be too late. He knows your secrets now. “It’s a waste of good lyrics. Assuming you weren’t planning on using them after all these years.”

“I’m not.” You cling to the notebook as if there’s anything left to hide in it. Anybody who’s read them could tell those other lyrics weren’t written for Bangtan songs. They were clearly written for you, from your perspective. Your unfiltered feelings, good and bad, make up approximately 99% of those lyrics. You might’ve even written soft shit about Yoongi. 

“Okay, well, I’m glad I got to read them at least.” He leans against the doorframe. You’d expect him to be smirking after reading all the sappy things you’d written in that notebook, but he’s well-behaved tonight. “I wouldn’t be mad if you put out your own music eventually.”

“Very unlikely.” Although you appreciate him subtly supporting everything you do when it comes to music. “I already have my hands full with you, don’t I?”

“Oh, am I too much for you to handle?” There’s the smirk.

“Perhaps.” You press both hands into his chest and walk him backward to escort him out. There shall be no smirking or charming boys in your studio tonight.

“I have to head back before we wrap up.” He nods in the direction of the shoot as your hands continue to rest on him. “Will you still be around in an hour?”

“Nah, I’ll probably be out of here in about twenty minutes.” You pretend to check your phone even though you know you’ll still be in the studio for at least a few more hours. You’d rather not encourage him to come back and extend his already long day. “I just need to jot down a couple of ideas first.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He starts walking away before turning on his heels. “Oh, by the way, there’s been a change of plans about the morning coffee.”

Your heart sinks. No coffee? Got it.

“The photoshoot was supposed to be a two-day thing, but since we’re finishing it up tonight, I don’t have any work scheduled for tomorrow.” A free day? For Min Yoongi? Unheard of. “I’ll pick you up in the morning. Just bring your guitar. And that notebook.”

“You forgot the part where you tell me what the actual plan is.” You’re skeptical. He’s being sneaky, and that’s never a good sign.

“I told you it’s a surprise.” He dips before you can protest.

[arana-222]

He is home

My first one shot <3 I wrote this while watching a movie and it’s unedited be nice

The loud footsteps rang out in your ears. 7 of them came closer and closer and there was nothing to do you knew it was useless to run.

Stay

it was in your head as if the thought was your own. it wasnt, this voice was deep, dark… commanding. Standing there like a sitting duck was all you knew… sanded down into this perfect pet unweavering and unmoving. the door slid opened with a woosh and not even that prompted your feet further. Normally back at home the noise of the door opening wouldve pushed your feet to the door to greet whoever was there with a warm smile.

This wasnt home though.

The 7 scary men came into view as you stood to face them one slightly taller than the rest stepped closer. His cape followed him as he stood close to you your space invaded…its not really your space anymore though. Not since youve been here. Its his space, everything of yours was now his. Your mind, body and soul belonged to him not willingly…but they were his and protesting it had just gotten you no where.

His soulless void that now looked at you, looked down at you. For some reason the mask had always scared you the most. . Looking into a black void as he towered over you. You already knew he owned you, consumed you, ordered you. But to see the mask just towering down at you looking was scary. It sent shivers down your spine every time. You knew what he wanted. Why he was looking at you. You knew he was looking at you.

He always looked at you. Your body reacted on autopilot it was second nature to lift your heels and press a kiss to his mask. It was a barrier between the two of you. It was a reminder most importantly, never forget he owned you, he was the supreme leader of course he owned everyone but you…you were his everything, his darling his pet. As you broke away from the cold metal of his mask he finally spoke. that was your reward for obeying…acknowlegement. If not he couldve not said a word to you the whole night. Punishment for the lack of submission as he comes back through the door.

I provide for you dont i? every day i allow you to live in here dont I? i give you everything I gave you a home.

home? you took me away from my hom-

I AM YOUR HOME.

hello, darling. Im home.

He is home.

[faetal-b]

Thank you so much for the long reply! I rarely write to someone online cause it's quite difficult getting an idea across. I actually totally agree with you on everything you said about Ellen and on the main theme of the movie, that is the reason why i went to see it, i wanted to feel that draw towards darkness (since i as also know it so well) and her attraction to him but as i said, in my opinion this version completely failed, it was just so frustrating. Maybe i should watch again the "posession scenes" but honestly i failed to see any desire or pleasure on her part, only pain and submission which lately seem like the only way a woman lives sexuality. To me, as he presented the scenes, she rejected him all of the time and it was just painful, not a glimpse of desire or pleasure. Instead of living my dark and nasty fantasies i ended up living the times i was submissed and that sucks. That's why i went on a rant, because once again, a man portrays women as something to only be submissed and abused instead of painting a complex relationship between two complex characters. (That's why the necrophilia in this context bothered me)

I'm totally with you on representing womens contradictions, as mentioned that was the main reason why i went to see the movie but i've seen none of it, maybe it was there but i've missed it completely? I don't know ..

I think i arrived at that, as you say "moral ending" because watching her being abused the whole movie it just called for that. If the whole thing was done better the ending that i would desire would be more active on her part where like, i don't know, she starts tearing his skin to feed off of it and they both fade into ecstasy XD freakier and hornier as you said

There was absolutely a lack of nuance and a total lack of symbolic language, it was painful for how plain the movie was.

Well, no yeah you actually managed to convince me and I kinda agree with you on everything haha..responding to your other ask too, i know you werecritiquing eggers' and not the story of nosferatu in general, but i was mostly trying to defend the sacrifice ending in general, and what you propose here actually sounds pretty fun haha. Yeah I mean, i wouldve been cool with all the seizure and possession scenes being painful if only count orlock had something interesting about his character...i think the biggest turn off for me was the dialogue between the two where he is just annoyingly dominant in a your-abusive-grandfather way(i guess he's a centuries old romanian nobleman but idk) and I really don't get why shes so attracted to him. You're right, it's more like she gives in to submission and not to darkness/perversion; which I feel like it couldve still worked somehow (idk saying something about her never overcoming her past and being more attracted to a dominant figure rather than a loving one) if it only was done in a slow, more subtle and nuanced way, if we had more elements to work with and get a complex story. I think since eggers wanted to say something (anything) so fucking much he shouldve gone deeper. And I guess that's my problem with so called "elevated" horror, they want to push a single meaning and they push and they push and they only do so with words, having characters spell out the meaning for you, without actually going any deeper with anything. It's all surface level and it's always a singular specific message, and both the story and the deeper message get ruined because the writer/director didn't commit fully to neither.

I would watch it again if only it wasnt so fucking boring and repetitive. I kinda get what Claudia said about the substance being boring and I see a similarity like, we only see a character losing control at the highest level of intensity without having a slow escalation, and It just becomes like "oh look at Lily rose Depp being so good at acting possessed and epileptic"

Thank u for ur message now i really can't wait to rewatch herzog's nosferatu and coppolas Dracula

[shortstorytournament]

🥪 - Who didn't you know before it all started but now you root for them in every poll?

Also some own questions (answer as much as you like and leave the rest):

Is there any story you like very much but for whatever reason you couldn't include?

Did the preliminaries went as you imagined and/or hoped?

What was the most surprising thing so far in the tournament? Either regarding the submissions or the polls?

Thanks for the questions omg!

there have been quite a few stories ive fallen in love with through this tournament! Where Oaken Hearts Do Gather was one of my favorites, as well as A Guide For Working Breeds (rip). For upcoming stories, I like --And He Built A Crooked House--.

a few submissions were just too long for me to include, especially as i tried to be stricter about length at the start of submissions - The Ugly Little Boy by Isaac Asimov almost made me cry but it was just too long. also someone submitted 17776 and thats a kinda very long story but also... i should reread it, its great.

oh my god. preliminaries. the entire time i kept calling them pre-brackets. and the word preliminaries was right there. i was a fool. hehe omg. uuuh they went pretty much as i imagined! it was interesting to see people in my notes who were familiar with these works in ways im not (i actually havent read many Classics). maybe someone should run a tournament for every sherlock holmes story...

the need for preliminaries at all! i'll be honest i messed up a lot during the submissions period - i kinda assumed no one would be interested in this so i never limited submissions per person or author or decided on a word limit or capped the number of stories, and then i had to make do with the wild submissions ive gotten (though i'm happy with how it turned out). also - im surprised scandal in bohemia beat the end poem that handily, i wouldve thought the minecraft fandom would have posed a stronger threat. maybe if i'd called it the Minecraft End Poem instead of just the End Poem? oh, im also amazed at Man Door Hand Hook Car Door sweeping. its up against Cask of Amontillado next round, which is going to be insane. one last thing - its been fun to see the same people cropping up in my notes! feels like we've got a nice little community of bookworms here :3 i appreciate you all <3

[rednosedpup]

Another batch of quest from your ask games :3

1. Are looks important in a relationship?

9. Describe your perfect mate

13. Do you get jealous easily?

15. Do you have any piercings?

16. Do you have any tattoos

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?

-1️⃣

SECOND BATCH OF QUESTIONNSSSS

Thanks Handsome🤭

Yippie!💋😌

1: No, but they definetly help. Either way I Learn to love and like. So looks don't really matter cause if i end up liking you as a person my brain will find you attractive no matter what. It adapts idk? I've found myself attracted to many people I never wouldve even thought to have been attracted to at first glance. But all that changes if I get an emotional bond. I will start seeing all of you in a new light and love everything I see. Its a curse and a blessing🤷

9: someone who's nerdy, and loves animals. Who can be dominant or submissive, isn't apposed to learning new things sexually and about life. Someone who can watch movies with me and is usually always down for a quickie or a little fun in-between daily activities. Who can reciprocate what's given and displayed from me in the relationship. Sexually and otherwise. Someone who can fuck me but also isn't apposed to me toping once in awhile. A giver and gifter even.

13: ehh, I get protective but rarely jealous. I won't sit there grumbling cause your talking to my partner but I will make sure you know what's mine if I think your pushing it.

15: YES. I have a Septum nose ring, and several ear peircings. I plan on getting my belly and eyebrow done soon. Then after that getting my snake bites or a lip peircing of some sort. Haven't fully decided.

16: Also yes, non professionally done yet. (WAY TO POOR) but I started learning how to tattoo like a year or two ago and have myself (and a friend) a couple small pretty good tats. Like the semicolon and tree on my thigh, and a xmen logo on my hand, and a heart on my hip. Their all visible in photos usually if you know what your looking for.

42: Not. Long. I'm a very touchey person. I last a couple minutes without touching if im trying, once I'm kissing someone. I wanna try that again though and see how long I can last. Otherwise I would've already has my hands All Over the person the second my lips were on theirs.

58: Show that you have interest in my life, likes, wants and needs. Talk about Your interests and Your life. I love listening and learning about others. OOO fOooood as a foodie its a good way to my heart.

75: An ex who's now my bestfriend got me my first binder for my birthday when we were together, it was early in my transition and I didn't have a supportive family yet. I cried to say the least.

85: I'm open too it, but have only done it once almost twice and it was a horrible experience. So if I were to do it again it'd have to be for someone I have faith in and really want to be with. But honestly fear of being used or someone not being truthful about who they are and using us being online agaisnt me again, might keep me away from online dating. Idunno honestly.

End of questions and my yapping. it took a minute to try an think of all the answers.

This entertained me for like an hour😭😌

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