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minshookie · 3 years ago

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All Play, No Work. Pt two

Pairing | CEO!Yoongi x reader

Genre |angst, dark themed, yandere, gore.

Summary | “ Eunji just couldn’t play nice, firing her just wouldn’t be enough.”

!Warnings! 18+, yandere Yoongi, character death, descriptive scenes, murder scene, infidelity.

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|

(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

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A/N : link to part 1 I hope this is enjoyable!! Unedited but I will edit soon.

“Yoongi, don’t talk so drastically...it was just a joke.” He heaved deeply, gripping the door handle severely. “It can’t be a joke every time y/n she’s done worse before, her and her husband.” Sighing, unsure if it was safe to touch him you put your hand on the handle next to his. “Min, they hate me because you love me, if you want it resolved maybe we should lay low...take something like a break?” Of course you didn’t mean it, but the complications at work were becoming a bit detrimental.

His head turned at lighting speed, with a look of disgust almost. “Break? You can’t be serious don’t ever say something like that again, and I’ll do what I please, we should we hide ourselves she’ll start waking around with her head high like she won.” He let go of the handle leaning against the door looking deeply into you. “I’ll fire her.” You rolled your eyes “Yoongi please she needs to work.” “Stop being so damn sweet, this is the same person that soiled your clothes, cracks jokes about you...she bullies you she should’ve been out of here.” He put his hand in his pocket, checking his watch on his other wrist. “We’re almost done for the day anyway... you go to my place without me I’ll meet you there.” Taking his watch clad hand in yours, you could tell he was still furious.

“Alright if you insist, but what’ll you be doing yoongs?” You attempted to turn the atmosphere playful. “Baby, you insist on disobeying my requests.” Chuckles dryly. “I’ll be talking to Kim, and Lucy.” “Lucy, why?” “I’m giving her Kim’s position, a promotion.” He leans swiftly pecking your cheek before opening the door for you both to exit, not giving you a chance at questioning him further. He follows closely behind all eyes on you, a grimace on Eunji’s features. It’s like you had a fat red target right in the middle of your face. “Actually, why don’t you just head out now.” Yoongi mumbled before leaving your side, quickly heading to his office his fist curled in a rough grip.

You hung your head low like a shy school girl, going to collect your bag and belongings from your cubicle. Only to find Jimin completing the papers you’d left. “Heading home miss Raman booty?” He mumbled without turning, a pen between his teeth, his fingers typing with stealth. “I hate you Jimin.” Laughing he let the pen fall, leaning in the chair finally facing you. “You ok?” You nodded giving a warm smile. “Good, here’s your thousand dollar sack.” He handed you your purse, he’s full of jokes today, you responded with a low chuckle. “Wait before you go, whats the 411 on the bosses mood?” “Mm angry, go in quickly and quietly and leave the same way.” He nodded going back to the computer, “Ah, so not the day for pay increase forms? Gotcha.” You laughed before walking away, ready to be rid of the grimy feeling you were getting from work today.

Avoiding eye contact, you focus on the rythmatic clicking of your pumps until you entered the silver elevator. Leaning against the glass window you watched as you descended through the building. Finally meeting the last floor quickly freeing yourself sighing one more trek to take, that being into the parking garage. Silent and eerie, it oddly relaxed you you found your car quickly. It’s always there right next to Yoongi’s ever since the first day you started.

The thought warmed you, feelings of your boyfriends love floating around you. Hopping in your car you threw the gifted purse in the back seat, just before you could start up your phone rang, Yoongi of course. “Hey Yoongi” ”Ah, you sound happier already.” Reclining your seat you sighed. “I was thinking of you.” He hummed in approval. “Cute, hm I do the same to calm myself...thinking of you of course.” Giggling you responded “reason for calling?” “I wanted to say I love you, and I want you to go straight home.” He orders blandly. “Tsk I wanted to shop a bit.” You joke putting your seat back into position. “Y/n straight home, no questions.” “Yeah I heard you Daddy.” You joked starting your vehicle. “Good, I’ll see you soon, love you...say it back.” “I love you Yoongi, of course.” He sighed softly, checking your surroundings you pulled back waiting for him to hang up. “Alright bye...Jimin get out.” The phone call ended.

Relaxed you drove through your city, it’s a bit later in the day the faces of people passing linger in your mind. A soft tune plays from the radio, resting at a light your eyes wandered to the beagle place Yoongi always insists on getting breakfast from. His friends little hole in the wall. Letting your mind wander, he really is a romantic. Finishing the length of the trip you finally reach your destination, a discreet apartment on the edge of town with a not so discreet price. Reaching for your purse you got out of the car, frankly mentally and physically exhausted. “Mrs min! Welcome back!” You’re warmly greeted at the door, “no still y/l/n,good afternoon.” Warmly you smile thanking him for opening the door, yet another elevator to take you where you needed to be.

On the home stretch, trudging towards the door unlocking it you fumbled inside sighing taking in his scent that floated about. With your eyes closed you dropped your bag shuffling to the couch. Kicking off the shoes you let gravity take over thumping onto the firm furniture. The light jingling, made a smile spread on your lips. “Is that my best boy!?” You opened your eyes, greeted with Min Holly his coffee colored paws giving you pets on your head. “My Beautiful little one.” Kissing him on the temple, and gifting him to a few pets and scratches he was satisfied with your greeting he let you be at rest.

Pulling from the couch, you fulfilled the routine of grabbing a snack and skipping upstairs to shower. Stripping you ventured Yoongi’s bedroom in the nude, in search for the clothes you’d left there. Giving up you opted for a pair of briefs and a t-shirt.

Finishing the shower, you cuddled into bed wallowing on the plush mattress in search of a comforting position, engulfing your senses in Yoongi’s scent. Turing on the tv you rolled over, the bed felt cold without your cuddle baby. “Hmm Holly! C’mere little boy!” Joyously he ran in jumping next to you cuddling into your warm side. “We’ll nap and wait for Daddy huh?”

NOW READING FROM: Yoongi’s point of view.

“Are you sure Min, I mean I’m flattered but I just started about a month ago-” I held up my hand to stop her nervous speech. “I’m positive, I’ve observed your work ethic I’m sure you could keep up Lucy, the pay is great the work is easy....more time to speak to Jungkook hm?” Her cheeks blushed light rose at the mention of his name. “But what about uhm..Eunji?” She spoke of her coworker in hushed tones,like she was some sort of demon.

“Kim Eunji has been polluting our work area, making others feel uncomfortable...and uncomfortable means less work getting done, I’ll see about her don’t worry.” Toying with her manicured fingers, such a shy girl, “so what’s your answer?” She sighed brushing a stray hair behind her ear, “Mr Min, when do I start?” She held a coy smile, slowly looking up to make eye contact. “Ah! Smart girl!” I distributed my hand for her to shake in agreement. “You’ll start Monday, we’ll have it all sorted by then.” Nodding she let go of my hand, “thank you Mr Min.” “Of course Lucy I know I won’t regret it, enjoy your night sorry for keeping you late.” Now almost all of her face had a glow of blush, “oh it’s fine Mr Min I don’t mind I didn’t have anything to do tonight anyways, how a-” “ask Eunji to come in for me please, Good night Lucy thank you.”

Shutting up he gave a quick smile and nod before leaving quicker than she came. Eunji pranced in almost eagerly a subtle smirk playing on her cherry lips. “It’s late Yoongi I have to get home.” “Home to what...a cold shower and empty bed? Come sit.” I smirked as she complied, “what do you want Min...if you’re looking for apologies you wont-” “I just wanted to talk to you.” She shut her painted lips, nodding giving me room to speak.

“You’ve been acting out Kim, and I think I know why.” She folded her arms defensively humming a response. “Oh yeah?” Her cocky tone only deepened my concealed rage. “You’re missing someone, your husband maybe?” She rolled her eyes, poking her tongue along her cheek. “What about it?” She began to toy with the small figurines that decorated my desk. “Well, he misses you too...I’ve made the decision to let you go if you’d like.”

“It isn’t time for him to come back, he’s been on the trip for months.” She mumbles smiling down at a framed picture of Holly. Scoffing I took the image back, “Joon, he likes it there he’s been having issues contacting you so he’s said....but he’s made the choice to transfer and stay at the location.” She looked intensely Into my eyes, confused yet gullible.

“He’s gotten a good place, he wants to move you there...he misses you more than you know, and the way you’ve been acting out of line I think you feel the same.” She huffs, nodding slowly. “Alright, you’ll treat my flight the same you did his?” Greedy little bitch...“yes, paid and full, you’ll be able to contact him at the airport hm?” Finally a soft smile spreads her lips, she huffs a low chuckle. “Really?” “Would you like to see the messages and paperwork?”

In hopes she’d say no I still pulled open the side drawer, a single word held her fate as I gripped the heavy weapon. It would be messy and against the plan if she’d decided to take this route. “No..no, why would you lie about sending me on all expenses paid long term vacation.” I smirked nodding while closing the drawer. “So you’ve agreed to joining him?” Sighing she tamed wisps of her dark hair, raking the back into her loose ponytail.

I pushed the legal paper forward a ballpoint rests atop of it. “When do I leave, do I get a chance to say goodbye?” She mumbles leaving her signature along the dotted spaces. Goodbye? Who would want to farewell a she-demon like you. “I’m afraid not, your flight is scheduled for tomorrow 7AM...you should get home actually.” I checked my timepiece briefly.

She stood silently, “ah ah wait, Eunji...it’s late you’re tired allow me to drive you home.” She furrows her brows, giving a suspicious look. “I’ll miss you Kim, you were one of the first people here you and Namjoon.” She lowered herself in the seat her expression now compassionate.

I didn’t lie, Eunji was exhausted...the bags under her eyes almost frightening. She was once the best dressed, best looking, and best worker here. Jealousy had eaten her, and the absence of her Lover only made her worse. “Ah Min, you won’t miss me...you’re sending me away to protect your little hook up, she moan like I used to?” My cheeks began to redden, “no, her’s are better.” Guilt set in sourly. I lied right to y/n’s face to save my ass.

Kim Eunji had made me a liar, a cheater and a bad businessman...all the more reason for her fate. “Hm, if you say so.....how about we go to your place.” Her smirk detailed more than she’d let on. “One last time.” She’s always been scandalous, she could never learn a lesson, she’d never get enough. She saw an opportunity to finally sink her teeth into what she envied, and sinking her teeth is what she planned on doing.

“Tempting, can’t wait for mr kim huh?” I attempted to participate in her now lustful staring. “Hmm, you won’t make me will you?” I set free a chuckle, letting my fingertips glide my lip. “Your place, we can make it an all night thing...you can bring me to get my car in the morning.” She collected her expensive shoulder bag. “No, y/n is at my place, probably out cold by now....I’ll bring you somewhere with a romantic view, you’ll get back to your car tonight.” She frowned at the mention of her name, pulling her wisps of hair back.

“Fine, but don’t say her name anymore tonight.” Nodding I stood offering a hand to help her up and she refused with a bratty giggle, leaving the office. She removed her heels walking barefoot to the elevator, I paced hot on her trail, finally catching her as she stood idle in the spacious elevator.

The elevator couldn’t reach the final floor fast enough for me, she’d gotten comfortable the guilt of cheating on her husband nonexistent. Sighing in frustration eyeing my watch. She toyed with my fingers leaning against me, “why’d you replace me huh?” She pouted interlocking our fingers, her fridged rings kissed my skin harshly. “Excuse me?” She sighed, “we were messing around and you...found y/n.” I chuckled as the doors pulled open. “You were engaged...nothing more would’ve developed anyway.”

Eunji and I had held countless endeavors right under Namjoon’s nose, flirtatious, casual, sexual. But he was everything but oblivious, he was just lenient until he found out the depth of our friendship. So he decided to test the waters with y/n, it was extremely unacceptable. Eunji was engaged after all, I do have some self respect. I never replaced her, I just found someone I actually loved, someone who needed me and only me.

She only laughed at my reasoning, following me giddily to my car, I opened the passenger and let her inside. I already had her fate planned. She’d been the thorn in y/n’s side ever since she’d started, she’d come running to me in tears over the things Eunji would say...the things she’d do. They treated her like a rag doll the new girl fresh to adulthood, she knew nothing better than to follow and comply.

Eunji was given warning after warning, I hate firing people but for her I’d make an exception. But y/n she’s so sweet...it’ll kill her to know Eunji was walking around jobless because of her sensitivity. So what am I to do? I’ll just make her leave silently...on her own. I’ll make her disappear.

“Where are we going?” She pushed my knee aggressively, I’d zoned out completely roaming my thoughts a dangerous thing to do behind the wheel. Absentmindedly I’d driven past our false “date”, ultimately finding ourselves in the dark. “There is this bridge, it’s romantic y/n loves it.” I fibbed, how much of an idiot could I be...this mishaps could fuck everything I’d planned. I pulled onto said bridge, vacant, thankfully just how I needed it. I turned the car off, in pitch black I could feel her looking at me.

“Huh, what a view.” She quips, “well don’t be ungrateful.” The moment before the fall is always awkward, “hm...recline the seat.” She ordered, I personally didn’t enjoy her tone. I let my seat slowly fall back and she leaned over the center console. Blindly fiddling my pant buckle. Oh shit. Oh no. Waves of guilt washed over me at the simple thought of what she was attempting.

This had to be it, she’d made it to my briefs with ease, trailing her manicured fingers along my member. This had to happen now or the outcome I’d been planning would definitely go to shit. I put an end to her exploration, gripping the back of her neck with great force she mewled like a harmed animal. “F-fuck Min, feeling rough?”

No way would this be easy or clean in the car. “Shut up.” I gritted, now griping her hair making her whine and cry out. “P-please wait.” “What the fuck did I say?” Opening my door I pulled her from the car on my side. This needed to be quick and clean, this bridge was all too public and constantly frequented for me to be leaving a messy scene on.

What smart girl, she tried to escape only to be pained by my iron grip on her mane. “Why so scared...you wanted me right?” “M-m-Min! Please I’m sorry, tell her I’m sorry...sorry-so sorry.” I kicked the pit of her knee causing her to collapse on the cold gravel. “One sorry Bitch you are, I couldn’t even pay you to keep your mouth shut.”

“Think of all you did to that innocent woman...ruined her clothes, sent her on wild goose chases in a county she’s never been in, made her fall down the stairs, turned half the office against her...so evil you even made your sleazy husband her personal predator.” She sobbed pathetically, “w-what....he did-wait?” Of course she was unaware as any idiot would be.

I knelt mumbling in her ear. “He touched my fucking girlfriend for months on end...She was so ashamed do you know how much it took for her to come and tell me?” She gagged on her sobs, choking herself on her cries. “I’m sorry, I’ll quit I’ll leave-no need to do this I’ll be gone by tomorrow.”

She whispers letting her body go limp. She thinks it’s so easy. “You sure will.” I grumbled reaching to pull my tie from my back pocket. “You can’t do shit to me- Joon- Joon will be lo-” “Joon his fucking dead. This right here.” I kicked her down pressing my foot into her soft back, to keep her still. She struggled to breath with my weight on her back, I crouch looping the long tie around her neck she ceased from fighting back as I wrapped it around my hands as well. Pulling with my angered strength, “this is the fucking business trip...enjoy the flight whore.”

She stoped struggling all together, pulling the fabric as tight as I could, I made sure the deed was done. She quit breathing, the ceased the struggle. Violently making sure she was gone, before I stored her in the trunk. My hands shook, the rush made my figure quake, I did my best to climb into the drivers seat.

Starting the car, it’s best in mind to flee as fast as I arrived. He’ll be pissed to high heaven, but at this moment theirs only one person to call. I scanned the road feeling beyond the edge, unsure of my final destination. Finally he felt the need to answer “Min, Min Yoongi-ah it is too late to be calling me this way!” He croaked through the phone .

“Jimin, hm a bonus?” “Excuse me?” He shuffled, I couldn’t continue to circle around here “Jimin...I need your help.” I groaned, I’d have to find somewhere to go before someone saw me driving suspiciously. “I’ve made another mistake....a messy one.” He gasped before mumbling complaints. “Why,Who and how much?” He grumbled, “meet me and I’ll let you know that.” “You know where to find me.” When all else fails, Jimin is the one to call. Partner in crime, cheater of justice and death.

NOW READING FROM : readers point of view.

Fear rolled over you as you came to the realization that is was almost 5 AM and Yoongi wasn’t in bed. Holly still occupied his spot, sprawled out in pure comfort. Enjoying the luxury of sleeping in the big bed.

Rubbing sleep from your eyes you shuffled your feet along the chilly floor, slipping in Yoongi’s slippers to adventure to the bathroom. You’d have to be back at work in some hours, Yoongi as well. It’s never like him to be late. After reliving yourself, washing up you’d realized the dryness of your mouth.

Aiding the feeling you took the trip downstairs, Holly’s paws hot on ur heels. “You thirsty too?” Rhetorically you questioned setting his dish for him, and grabbing a water for yourself, drinking it almost instantly. “You’ll get sick that way kitten.”

You choked in response, spitting the water onto the marbled counter. “What the fuck Yoongi, where’ve you been?” You spoke into the darkness, you didn’t hear him come in, maybe he was already home. “After I cleared some things up at work, Jimin and I had to...do some heavy work.” His voice held a quiver, unsure if it was of sadness or fear, maybe even anger.

“Ah well....come out of the dark, come over here.” You closed the the water, Holly had already met him in the living room. He neared, his features being shown from the glow of the kitchen lights. “Here, c’mon.” You sat on the island, back to him.

Something was off...he was hiding something, he was moving strangely with his words and actions. He came, leaving Holly on the floor he centers between your legs. Leaning on his palms on either side of you, “my shirt, my slippers, dressing up as me today?” You gave a soft smirk, “when’d you change?”

“At Jimin’s the work was messy.” “Ah...what’s that on your lip?” Taking your nail, you scrapped the flake of red from his top lip. “Been kissing other ladies...ladies in cheap red lipstick?” You giggled. His face ran pale at your joke, “n-no probably from Parks food, we were hungry.” You gazed in his eyes, “what’d you eat?” “Why?” Sighing you blew it off, “no reason, just curious...how’d it go with Eunji.”

He sighed leaned forward on the counter to stretch his back. It’s then when you caught a glimpse of something odd. “There was a struggle, but it’s all over now.” You held his shoulders, stopping him from moving back up, “Yoongi, you have this stuff all in your hair, where were you?” You brushed the stubborn dried substance with your fingers. “All on your neck.” You groomed him awaiting his answer. “Painting at Jimin’s.” Overpowering you he stood to his height.

You didn’t believe him, how could you? What paint job takes that long? How could it get on his hair? Down his neck? On his lips...nose as well? “I’m going to bed, kiss.” He pecked my cheek moving from my legs, Holly followed his escape. “Oh, and Jimin’s buddy gonna look at my car for a while I had to clean it out...left your lipstick.” He threw the tube for you to catch, it fell in your clutches.

“Yoongi, stop...where’d you get this?” “In the car, it’s yours baby.” He stood stiff on the stairs not turning around. “No, it’s not I can’t wear this...it fucks up my lips, I’m allergic.”

“It was Kim’s huh? You were out doing what you said you didn’t.” He turned glaring sinisterly. “I was out doing what I should’ve a while ago.”

You scoffed, he’s unbelievable, how could he. You’d began to plan your breakdown, how you’d destroy his home in a fit of rage. He’d cheated, lied, and didn’t care. “Kim Eunji and Kim Namjoon are dead.” He shared coldly, “any more questions miss curiosity?”

“No? Good now come up and clean me.”

In utter shock, you shook on top of the kitchen island. He’d made his way to the shower quickly, you heard the faint sprinkling. Sliding from your seat, in fear you followed his orders “now my love...don’t be afraid of me I do all things for you out of love.”

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oftenderweapons · 4 years ago

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And Chocolate for Dinner - Namjoon

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 3.7k

Genre: smut, fluff

Rating: 18+

Hello babies, very NSFW Namjoon birthday fic right here! (Minors DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, PLEASE)

I won’t even say anything because I’ve just finished editing the banner and I’m honestly NOT in the right state of mind, still shocked from yesterday’s selfie AND that interview, you know what I’m talking about.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: very daddy. A lot. Heavy food play. Unprotected sex within an established relationship (please, be careful y’all!) Fingering. Buff, daddy Namjoon. (did I say daddy?) Wall banging ;). Mentions of oral. Size kink. Also a small mention of YoongixKitten... LOL.

Wordcount: 3.7k

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"Vixen, baby I'm home!" Namjoon called from the entry.

You stayed in the kitchen — not like you had any choice.

"Baby, are you home?" He called again, following the light in the corridor. "Holy fuck babe, yeah."

Yes, he had found you.

At the kitchen table.

Scratch that. On the kitchen table.

Naked.

A chocolate cake for two propped on your belly, together with a fancy silver fork.

"Happy birthday, love." You greeted from the table, moving only as much as the cake allowed.

"Fuck, is this a dream?" He asked, wide eyed, his incredulous expression quickly shifting to a big and ecstatic smile.

"It's your birthday, daddy. I just tried making one of your wishes come true." You teased.

"Vixen, love, I'm going to spoil you rotten, baby." He said, taking a seat. "You trust me with the silverware on you?" He asked, surprised.

"There’s a small plastic disk at the base of the cake. Plus you're old now, mister, time to learn some manners. I'm not going to let you eat with your hands." You chastised. "I'll need those for later." You teased.

He winked at you. "I can eat dessert before dinner?" He asked, happy like a three year old who'd just been granted ice cream for dinner.

"This is just an appetiser. A snack." You said, carefully pointing to the cake. "And this is the whole meal." You said, your hand waving down your naked body.

His belly laugh echoed in the kitchen.

"Then let me start quick so we can move on to the main course. I've heard the house offers excellent fox meat tonight."

You smiled brightly at him as he bent down to your lips. “I love you so much, little one.” He pressed a kiss to your mouth, then to your forehead. “You have no idea how much.”

“Eat quick, the chocolate sauce is starting to melt and it tickles like hell.” You begged.

He smiled wickedly, grabbing the fork. “Last time I checked tickling turned you on, babylove.”

You pouted, watching him cut some cake and take the first bite. “It wouldn’t be ideal for me to break into a fit of giggles right now.” You commented.

He nodded, taking another bite. “I’m sorry, love.” He confessed. “How ungrateful of me to tease you after such a beautiful surprise.” With his spare hand he caressed your hair, then touched your lips. “You’re so precious to me, little one.” He bent down again, his chocolate stained lips landing on yours.

You licked his lips sweetly, as innocently as possible. “Do you like your cake?” You asked, faking demureness, waiting for nothing but his praise.

“I love it, little one. But I love the plate way, way more.”

Carefully he took a piece of cake to your lips. “Taste some, baby.” He said, feeding you a piece a bit too big, especially considering that you were laying down.

“Sorry, doll. I fed you too much, uh?” He caressed your face as you munched, cheeks full, gulping with difficulty. “Want something to drink, ____?”

You kept munching, shaking your head delicately.

You inhaled sharply as a droplet of chocolate slipped onto your belly. “Joon.” You whined.

“Yes.” He ate another bite. He was halfway through the small cake.

“Chocolate. Near my belly button. Quick, please.” You said, your lower abs twitching as the sauce tickled you.

He raised an eyebrow at you, his eyelids lowered in a sultry gaze.

Slowly, he lowered his face to your skin, licking you seductively.

“Joonie.” You whimpered. “It tickles daddy.”

“I’m sorry, little one.” He went back to the cake, making eye contact as he started the other half. “Do you want another piece, baby? A small one, this time.” He said, blushing slightly as he remembered his previous mistake.

“Please.”

He brought the fork to your mouth, the piece maybe accidentally falling on your chest. “Oh, sorry baby fox.” He said with faux guilt in his voice.

You pouted.

“Here,” he said, collecting the piece with his lips and offering it to yours. Your kiss felt heavy with chocolate sauce, slippery and sticky. His mouth made you want indecent things.

“That’s so good, Joonie.” You mewled, your legs squeezing together.

“Is my babylove growing impatient?” He teased, caressing your hip.

You nodded, your face made up with the sweetest, childish disappointment, a bratty remark ready on your lips.

“Open your legs, Vixen.” He commanded. He smeared his fingers in chocolate, drawing a line between your breasts, up to your mouth. He tapped his digits on your lower lip, inviting you to suck on him.

You carried out his intention, offering up even more, licking his fingertips deviously.

“Look at that doll mouth,” he praised with wonder in his voice. “Yeah, baby, take it all.”

You nodded, proud.

“That’s it, baby fox. Lick ‘em clean.” He continued.

Wetness oozed from your slit, coating your thighs, condensation gathering on the table.

“You’re so hot, Vixen. So incredibly sexy.” He murmured as he lapped at the chocolate line he had drawn on your body.

You parted your legs obediently. “Now what, daddy?” You said, biting your lip with a lazy grin.

He kissed the small snake tattooed on your pelvis. “You smell so good, baby thing.”

He took a bite of the cake directly with his mouth, heading south.

You grabbed his hair, pulling him away roughly as you needed to stop him quickly. “That’s not safe, love.” You chastised seriously. “Sugars mess up the natural balance down there.”

He listened carefully and nodded. “Sorry. I didn’t know.” He murmured, coming up to your mouth.

You giggled as you noticed some crumbles on the tip of his nose. “It’s okay. Dork.” You giggled, cleaning the crumbles away with your finger, eating them from your digit.

He shook his head, tutting at you. “Vixen, baby. Do you want to play a game?” He asked, peppering small kisses on you.

You raised your eyebrows, curiosity running through your veins. “What is it?”

“Would you like to touch yourself? Get ready for me?” He offered?

Stretch yourself out. That’s what he meant. You were most definitely getting fucked after this one, and apparently not in the loving, soft way you had expected.

You tried reaching for your pelvis without knocking the cake over. Carefully calculating the angle of your elbow, you successfully managed to touch your clit, nodding.

“Good girl.” He kissed your nose. “Always such a good girl for daddy.” He cooed, caressing your cheek.

“I’m so wet, daddy.” You whined, your fingers almost too slippery over our clit.

“That’s because you’ve been a good girl.” He explained with a condescending tone.

You rolled your eyes.

“Baby is getting petty, uh?” He growled, “You were doing so good, little one. You wouldn’t want to get daddy angry when you’re so close, mh?” He put down the fork on your belly, the cold metal slightly warmed up by his grip, then he laid his head beside your ear. “I can turn this into torture, babylove. I can make you touch yourself until I finish the cake. And I’m feeling a little full, so I might take a pause, wait a while, and continue eating later.” He whispered before raising to his feet, taking a couple steps away. “Maybe I might finish it tomorrow morning for breakfast.” He announced nonchalantly.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I’m a spoiled brat.” You cried out, afraid of seeing him leave.

He turned around, raising an eyebrow, clenching his jaw, observing you. He came back and sat down, cupping your cheek. “You’re forgiven, love.”

He picked up his fork again. “I need you to cum, Vixen. Stop toying with it.” He said, using his spare hand to guide the hand between your thighs.

You whimpered. “Daddy.”

He kept eating, unbothered. “Yes, babylove?”

“I want you inside.”

“Then make yourself cum, so I can finish the cake and fuck you against the wall, baby fox.”

Your hand stilled. “Against the wall?”

“I promised you I would.” He replied.

You made a small “o” with your lips, which soon turned into a smug grin as you began to move your hand in earnest. He mimicked your expression, mocking you, before eating a smaller bite of cake. He was temporizing.

“Daddy.” This time you moaned.

“What is it, little one?”

“Can you please kiss me, daddy?” You pleaded.

He smiled at you kind and gentle. “With pleasure, baby.” He gave you a taste of his lips, kissing your lower one, the corner of your mouth.

And then you felt it, the intrusion of his fingers inside you.

You whined out loud, mouth opening wide, and smartly he covered your mouth with his, his tongue tangling with yours in a drooly mess.

Parting from you, he whispered: “Don’t worry, it’s my clean hand.” He reassured you, kissing where your jaw met your neck, under your ear.

“I love you, Joonie.” You whispered as you slowly climbed to your climax, trying to ride his fingers.

Using his spare hand to hold your face, dwarfing your head, he looked you in the eye, staring half worried, half turned on at your helpless expression. “Relax, baby. You’re safe with me.”

His deep voice, the sweet comfort of his words helped you take the final leap off the edge, precipitating into the dark spiral of your orgasm.

You came silently while his forearm blocked you from buckling your hips wildly and throwing the cake off yourself. You moved your hand away as he kept massaging your inner walls, stretching you properly to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you later. “Tell me when it’s too much, ____.” He reminded you.

You enjoyed it another five seconds or so before caressing his face. “Okay, Joonie.”

He nodded, taking his fingers away from you and immediately pushing them in his mouth, moaning with his eyes closed. “The fucking sweetest.” He growled with affection as he freed his fingers. Sitting on the table beside you, he caught hold of the plastic disk, lifting the cake from your belly, moving his other hand behind your shoulders to raise you up.

“Come here, Vixen. My sweet angel.” He propped you up on his shoulder as he found the fork. With his arm around you, he fed you the remnant quarter of the cake. “You need your energies, babylove.” He kissed your temple as he fed you. “You’re amazing, princess.” He praised you. He had always had a kink for praising you after sex. Well, after any sexual activity. “Are you okay, Vixen?” He murmured, putting the dish on the table before holding you close to him, careful not to smash the chocolate work of art — or what was left of it.

You nodded. “I’m just a bit fucked out.” You giggled.

“Do you want a shower and sleep?” He asked. Sure, he was hard as hell, but that was not the point.

“I want you against the wall.” You murmured. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how buff you’ve been getting, mister.” You teased, asking yourself whether you had any sense of self preservation, considering that you were still fucked out but you were already searching for more.

He laughed. “You’ve noticed?”

You nodded. “Have you been doing that to fuck me against the wall?” You asked.

“For that reason too.” He admitted. “I love feeling healthy. And being strong enough to take care of my baby is most definitely another pro of this situation.” Once more he took hold of the plate, feeding you again. “You mentioned you were interested.” He whispered quietly. “I wanted to give it to you.”

You looked at him wide eyed. “Well, of course it’s a fantasy, but you don't have to make it happen.”

He bit his lip, insecure. Maybe you didn’t want it anymore. He frowned. “But I wanted to.” he objected.

It was your turn to caress his face, stealing the fork from his hand, taking half of the last bite for yourself, his gaze focused on your sinful mouth. As you swallowed, you took the last piece and brought it to his lips. He ate. “I love you, Namjoon. And if getting buff is your goal I’ll stand by it and root for you.” You encouraged. “But don’t you ever feel like you have to get thicker to keep me interested in you. Or to make me attracted by you.” You removed the fork and the cake from your action zone, then, with a motion of your foot, you made him slide off the table and stand at the edge of it.

You noticed with immense pleasure that his trousers were significantly strained. You straddled his hips.

“I’m attracted by what’s in here.” You said, your polished nail tapping against his temple. “And here.” You said, dragging your fingernail against his sternum. “The package is cute, sure, but it’s not what I feel in the dark, when I tell you I love you before I fall asleep.” You murmured, your voice getting emotional. “I’m so in love with you.” You said, grabbing his face and kissing him. He tried to bring you closer.

“Off with the shirt. Chocolate stains.” You explained, gripping and tugging at the dark cotton of his black tee.

His hands helped you, then flew to your hair, bringing you closer, chest to chest.

“The zipper, baby, please.” He groaned, almost pained.

You nodded, kissing him again, your “sorry love” getting lost on your mouths. As you undid his belt you felt your hands tremble nervously, just like the first time.

“Baby, please.” He whined again.

“I can’t, love.” You growled, frustrated, shoving your hands away.

He chuckled. "Baby's impatient. God, your hands shake every time, ____." He undid his belt and slapped your hands away as you tried to take over with the zipper. "How many times, Vixen? In the last ten months you've seen my cock more than I have." He teased as he undressed before you.

"Joonie. Naked. Now." You chastised.

His chest shook with laughter. "I'm here, my love." As soon as he rose, you looped your arms around his neck, tucking your face under his chin. “Here, baby.” He murmured sweetly. “You’re so cute when you act shy.” He continued, kissing your head.

“You’re too tall.” You whispered from his chest.

He shook his head with a snicker. “Your size kink is out of the world, babygirl, don’t pretend you don’t like how big I am.”

“I hate when you’re right.” You said, puckering your lips.

He tilted your head back. “I love you, you dumb little fox.” He whispered playfully.

Shutting your eyes tight, you hid in his chest even more.

“Tell me how you want me, little vixen.” He whispered in your ear after ducking his head.

“Inside. Now.” You protested.

He caressed your face. “Here, on the table?” He asked.

You nodded. “You can just pick me up and turn around and do me against the wall when I’m close.” You instructed. That position was tiring and troublesome, you’d better save it for when the orgasm felt close, so that the physical effort would last less.

He snickered. “Okay, your highness.” He joked at your commandeering attitude.

“I might like that nickname.” You teased back, one of your arms untangling from his neck and reaching down, stroking his hard on and bringing the tip to your entrance.

“I’ll save it for the next roleplay, then.” He kissed your brow. “Look at me, angel.” He whispered as you positioned him correctly. “I love you so much, ____.” He moaned as he slipped in, your hand slowly sliding down his length as he entered you, until he was fully sheathed inside you and your hand cupped his balls.

“Joonie.” You whined.

He shushed you with a kiss. After all these months — and pretty intense one at that —, it was still new. Your face still scrunched in that lovely way, your inner walls still hugged him like the most perfect velvet glove. “Vixen, you okay baby?”

You nodded, your mouth going a little bit everywhere, hanging open, pressed to his skin to keep yourself from screaming his name. He was still that good. Even better. He was always so tender, so delicate, his big hands touching you like you were his porcelain doll, always so gentle and careful during his first few strokes. And inside he was always so big you had to take a minute to adjust, the thickness of him giving you a mindblowing stretch. There were nights in which he gave you orgasms back to back, with his hands, with his mouth, stretching you open with his fingers and various toys, and still it felt like only he could fill you to the brim, almost to the breaking point.

“Joonie bear,” You murmured. “Wanna take care of you.” You whimpered.

“Let’s lay you down, love.” He grumbled, bending forward as you stretched down, laying on the table, the shift making him move inside you, his tip rubbing the bottom of your inner cavity.

“Fuck, Joonie, move.” You commanded with a whine.

He obeyed, his arms still cradling you, looped under your waist and the other around your neck. He was literally latching onto you, so close you were melting into each other.

Your mouth searched for his neck, leaving hickies on his pectorals, toying at his nipples with your teeth and tongue.

“Vixen, dammit, love, you’re gonna ruin me.” He growled.

Your hands scratched down his spine, grabbing his ass, pushing him into you. “You’re gonna make me cum babe, stop it.” He fucked into you angrily and you moaned loudly into his chest.

“Daddy, harder, please...” You whimpered.

Reading your cue — and because he knew your body better than you did — he picked you up again, turning around and getting closer to the kitchen wall. “Ready, Vixen?”

“Is it...?” You asked, so fucked out of your mind that you had barely registered the movement, your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, while his hands were now groping your ass, his face scrunched in effort, but still sporting a mischievous smile at the advantaged grip he had on your bottom.

“Yes, love.” He left a peck on your lips. “Careful, little one, it’s gonna be cold.” He said, before making your skin adhere to the chilly marble tiles.

You moaned at the shift in temperature, the coolness at your back and his warmth on your front. He took a minute to position you properly, making sure that you stayed up but also close to him. The first thrusts were tentative, slow and deep, his arms keeping you up while his hips worked on you.

There was some cruelty in the position, you discovered, as you tried to tip your head back, moaning for him, but the wall stopped your movement. You had to settle to turning your head to the side, your muscles so feeble that it fell heavy on his shoulder.

"Are you good, Vixen?" He asked, breathless.

You only managed to nod as your inner walls began squeezing around him.

Humming darkly, he latched his lips against your neck, drawing a crimson splodge before asking you: “Can you touch yourself for me, ____?”

You silently obeyed and immediately his thrusts grew restless and deeper, almost painful with the way he was pushing your legs open.

Naturally, both your heads bent down to look at where your bodies joined, Namjoon getting distracted by your chest, sucking on your nipples and bruising your skin in an attempt to muffle his cries. By now his forehead was sweaty, droplets rolling off his skin and onto your chest, the heaviness of them punctuating your breath and his thrusts in an obscene pattern of beats. It was a matter of seconds: with three rubs of your clit, your kegels spasmed, making him lose his mind and push you up higher, sliding and bouncing on his lap. Like a sensual chain reaction, the new angle teased your g-spot perfectly, sending you on cloud nine, and then down, fast, to the burning pits of hell, your skin melting at the hotness of your climax. Your spare hand gripping and scratching his back recklessly was all he needed, his own release manifesting as he followed you suit in pleasure, crying out your name, trembling against your skin.

You were holding onto each other for dear life, panting like exhausted beasts, eyes closed, lost in the sudden silence disturbed only by your breaths.

“Namjoon.” You moaned quietly, your ears tingling with your sudden change in blood pressure.

He hid into your neck. “Love, I think we have to do it again. Not now, but sometime again.” He whispered. “You feel so tiny on me.” He kissed your cheek, your brow, your heavy lids. “I love you.” He murmured.

You could barely nod. You were a mess. A slippery, wet mess, sweat coating your skin, cum smeared all over your thighs, Namjoon’s saliva dripping down your nipples, drying on the bruised swells of your breasts.

“I want you on the bed Joon.” You whined. “I want to lick you clean. Sixty-nine. Ride you so you can spank me and call me your little girl until I fuck you so good you forget everything but my name.” You provoked him, squeezing him a couple times. He was hard again.

Glorious.

His chuckles turned into a groan when you tightened around him. “Let me take you to bed, then, babygirl.” And with that he slipped out of you and gently bowed down, throwing you over his shoulder, smacking your ass as he walked to the bedroom. “Hold on tight, cause it’s gonna get wild, brat.”

⫷⁂⫸ ⁕ ⫷⁂⫸ ⁕ ⫷⁂⫸ ⁕ ⫷⁂⫸

In the apartment next door.

Yoongi stared at his dish in absolute disgust. “We need to move away from here.”

Kitten shook her head. “Thank fuck birthdays are only once a year.”

Yoongi stared at her with a desperate look on his face. “Oh, you’re forgetting her birthday, in a few weeks, apparently. And you weren’t here their first weekend together. And what about that time, was it her promotion?”

“I will never forget her promotion.” Kitten groaned.

“What about when he came back from LA?” Yoongi teased.

“When all of you came back from LA.” Kitten replied, arching her eyebrows with a fake angelic smile, reminding him how he’d barely closed the apartment door before falling to his knees, tugging her panties down and out of the way, hunching up her skirt and eating her out against the entryway. “Don’t forget that you make me loud too.” She shook her head. “And you get quite messy too, mister groan.”

He nodded. Well, having to listen to the neighbours might be an inconvenience but…

“Are you horny too?” He asked.

“Kitchen counter or the sofa?” She replied, standing up, already taking off her shirt, only covered in her knickers.

He stood up, standing behind her. “Just bend over.” He said, slipping her panties to the side.

#bts smut #bangtan smut #namjoon smut #kim namjoon #namjoon reaction #namjoon x reader #namjoon scenario #namjoon imagine

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orangeseoks · 4 years ago

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Trouble Maker // j.jk

part two - part one here

[ disclaimer! ]

this is of pure fiction and is NOT to be taken seriously!

genre ;; fluff, smut, angst | hybrid au

pairing ;; jungkook x reader, hybrid!jk x reader, (kinda) namjoon x reader.

notes ;; jungkook is a horny mf, reader is a virgin *cOuGh*, mentions of abuse, a few fights happen here and there, namjoon is a complete dork, (y/n) and namjoon are besties uwu, eventual smut, jk randomly finds porn, masterbation, (y/n) fights with her family + daddy issues, highschool is hard, jk has a virgin kink, surprise heats, jk has wet dreams (ovo; ).

warning ;; there may be quite a bit of fob in here, idk

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Shivering, I clutch the bags in my hands tightly, waiting silently for Namjoon to return from the bathroom - I kinda wish the shopping centre didn’t have toilets located outside of the large building. Maybe it was so its easier for costumers of the clothes store to access a restroom without having to waddle back inside?

I shrug the thought away with a huff, watching a cloud of smoke appear in front me, “hurry up Namjoon.” I whisper to myself, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, “first a bus stop and now outside a public restroom?” A voice chuckles - instantly catching my attention.

“O-Oh, um! I’m actually waiting for a friend of mine, he’s - you know..” Smiling awkwardly, I sniff and look up at the person speaking. “Wait, bus stop?” My mouth literally hangs open at sight of the person standing before me. “Your the guy from last night, right?”

The man nods, giving me a wide smile, “so, do you need help carrying those bags?” He asks out of the blue, fiddling with his beanie before gazing back at me. Clearing my throat awkwardly I shake my head, “no I’m fine. My friend, he should be out soon.”

“You sure? It looks like you’ve been standing out here for awhile, your lips are practically blue, you know?” I instantly gasp, transferring some bags from one hand to the other to touch my lips. “No way! They aren’t are they? Please tell me your lying!”

Panic washes over me as I rub furiously at my lips, attempting to warm them with the constant friction. The man before me merely laughs at my actions, “it was a mindless joke. Don’t be so serious,” he chuckles, shifting in his spot to lean against a pillar. I huff and drop my hand to my side, “that wasn’t funny.”

The man hums, eyeing me up and down with a questionable look, I gulp at his odd action and avert my gaze from him. “Are you always filled with so much anxiety?”

What?

Raising an eyebrow, I glance at the man, “sorry?” I retort, grasping tighter onto the bags in my hands. The mans quirks a brow, wetting his lips before speaking yet again; “you’re always so anxious. Its intoxicating,” he says. Confusing me even more, fazed I blink once - twice.

What?

“Nevermind,” he utters, scuffing the toe of his shoe on the concrete beneath him. Nodding, I glance at the mens bathroom, relieved to finally see Namjoon walking out; his hands tucked neatly into the pockets of his coat.

“Ah, (Y/n), sorry to keep you waiting - there was a, erm, a line.”

“Its fine, c-can we just go? Its really cold,” Namjoon nods slowly, his eyes flickering towards the man lent against the pillar. “Did something happen?” He asks, taking a handful of bags from me. I simply shake my head and smile, “no.”

“You sure-”

“Nothing happened, he was just keeping me company while you were busy.”

Namjoon hums, “okay. Thanks man,” he murmurs the last part, walking off leaving me to trail behind him. The faint echo of the mans goodbye filling the oddly quiet parking lot.

Waddling back into my small home, I dump the bags I was carrying onto the couch, flopping lifelessly onto the floor with a faint oh my god. I’d purchased so much while out with Namjoon, maybe a bit too much.

My poor wallet.

Sighing, I roll onto my back and stare up at my boring ceiling, “your bunny (Y/n).” Namjoon sputters from above me, crouching over my thighs and holding the wriggling rabbit in his hands. “Found him buried under your kimono, he wouldn’t stop smelling the damn thing.”

Giggling, I take Jungkook from his hands, placing him onto my chest - the ball of fur quickly hopping over to my neck and beginning to sniff and lick the area. “Gosh you,” I say between laughs, “you’re so clingy.”

“He likes you.. alot, I think I’m jealous.” Namjoon laughs, walking into the kitchen to boil the jug. Grinning, I sit up, being sure to keep Jungkook in his spot since he seems to comfortable there. “Is that a confession Mr Kim?”

Snicking, Namjoon leans against the tall island between the kitchen and living room - his brows raised. “Its whatever you want it to be,” he says, tossing me a wink. I instantly break into a fit of giggles, a raging blush colouring my cheeks.

“Fuck you,” I shriek, listening to the jug flick off, Namjoon shuffling toward it and pouring the hot water into his cup. “Can you make me a hot chocolate please,” I ask. Pecking Jungkook’s forehead gently, “yeah.” Is all Namjoon says in response. I thank him in return, deciding to gently run my fingers through Jungkook’s fur.

Dumb move.

Flinching, the bunny in my warmth drops from his spot and into my lap with a grunt, frowning I pick him back up and coo, “sorry my little baby.” I apologise, noticing Namjoon walking over with both our drinks, I mouth a thank you and take my mug from his hand.

“So,” Namjoon starts taking a long sip of his drink, “who was that guy earlier?” Sighing, I look up at Namjoon from my drink, “an acquaintance? I dunno, we only met last night.”

“Where?”

“At the bus stop.”

“The bus stop?” He gawks, leaning forward in his seat, “yes! The bus stop, I was sitting and eating!”

“Seriously? You could’ve waiting until you came home,” Namjoon spits gulping down his drink with a sigh. “True, but I - I dunno, he seems like a nice guy anyways.”

Nodding, Namjoon settles into his seat, completely relaxed, “he kinda gives off this weirdass vibe - you know?”

“Oh, so now you read vibes?” I jokingly press, a grin crossing my features - “no you idiot. Just something about him reeks of mystery, lies.” He retorts with a huff, “its like he’s hiding something under all his charm or whatever.”

“Boring~!” I complain, placing my cup beside me and laying on the flat of my back, “no wonder why you’re failing your exams.”

“Hey!”

Rolling my shoulders back with sigh, I wave Namjoon off as his car pulls out into the road - leaving me alone in the cold night air. Shivering, I rub my arms and make my toward the unit, “was that your boyfriend?”

Jumping, I glare up at my sister, her phone clutched tightly in her hand - an ugly pimple coming exposed when she turns her head slightly.

“No you dumbass, it was Joon; we finished my project and went shopping.”

I watch as my sister raises a brow at me, “so when are you going to kiss him?”

“Ew, what the fuck!?” I screech, making a puking motion with my hand, she merely laughs. “Whatever, dad said to get your ass inside.”

With a scoff, I walk back to the unit, slamming my door shut and locking it - pulling the curtains behind. “Jungkookie~!” I call, the small bunny I’d called for instantly running over to me, my kimono dragging behind him.

“Wahh,” I coo, sitting on my knees as Jungkook engulfs my legs with his - his ears twitching and rubbing against my bare skin. I giggle and pick him, pressing a chaste kiss atop of his head.

He flinches and lowers his ears over his face somewhat, “ah is my Kookie shy?” I sing, kissing him again.

And again.

I kiss him to the point I end up laughing my brains out; so here I lay on the ground, cradling the male bunny in my arms as the final set of giggles pass my lips.

“I hope you’ll like your new home, Kook.”

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mysinsforbts · 5 years ago

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How would the boys (BTS but please feel free to include Taemin and Taeyong) react to walking in on you masturbating (and maybe moanin their name)?

( Okay 💜 I don’t know if this is “walking in” but I hope you like it⁓ I wrote for everyone a differnt situation. If you want the same situaion with another member: Feel free to request it! )

Jin:

It was late at night as Jin came home from his dance practise with the other members. He was about to call out your name as he heard a sinful, needy voice calling out his name. He Immediately knew it was your voice, his ears started to grow red, a slight blush covered his face. Did he hear right? Were you doing what he think you were doing? Or was it just another wet dream he had, like so often? There would be only one way to find out…So he slowly but grinning opend the half closed door and than he saw you. Legs spread, completly naked, eyes closed in pleasure losing yourself while you moaned out his name: “J-Jin-..” “Y-Yes?..”, he sighed in a raw voice, concetrating himself on your hand between your legs. As you heard his responds you moaned even louder, suddendly aware that you just got a respond where you shouldn’t have. You blushed and opened your eyes just to look at Jin, he still stared at you paralayzed and whispered in a deep voice: “Please..let me help you⁓”.

Namjoon:

He was just jamming out to a song, so he didn’t even hear you, the second he closed the frontdoor. Today was just such a good day and our sweet leader even had a suprise for you. He wanted to show it to you as soon as he could, so Namjoon walked jamming out to your bedroom. “Jagi?~”, he asked with a smile. Polite boy just wanted to knock but as soon as he touched the door, it just flew open and crashed against the wall with loud noise. Thats when Namjoon saw you, ass on full display, whining his name over and over again. He dropped the book, he had carried around and bit his lip. “God you’re so sexy⁓”, he growled while walking over to you. Namjoon couldn’t resist, he couldn’t control the desire that run through his body, right into his cock. Seeing you like this made him stop breathing for a few seconds.As you heard the loud crash from the door you jumped up and than you felt it, the spank on your asscheek. You moaned again: “Joon⁓”. Namjoon smirked down at you while opening his pants, pushing them down to his knees, “Yes beg for me jagi! Daddy needs to punish you⁓”

Yoongi:

Focused on his work he didn’t saw your sinful face expration, the way you bit your lip at him while sitting on the couch of his studio, hand between your legs. You tried to hold back your sinful whines, not wanting to distract your hardworking boyfriend. But as Yoongi started streching and you saw his veins in his hands and arms, oh boy..you let out a loud moan of his name: “Yoongiii⁓”. You blushed and tried to look down as fast as you could, suddenly he grabbed your chin and pushed it up, so you had to look in his eyes. Wanting to take a break and wanting to strech his muscles Yoongi put his headphones down and as soon as he did he heard it. The sound of your hand pleasuring yourself, shortly after Yoongi heard a loud whine. Did you just whine his name? He turned around and let his mouth fall open at the side⁓ But one thing he didn’t like. You looked down, not at him. Yoongi grabbed your chin and forced you to look in his eyes, he saw flames of desire and lust in your eyes. He felt himself growing hard. He smirked at you and grabbed your hand with his free one, “Someone couldn’t wait mhh? Am I that good?⁓”

Hoseok:

Planned was a funny movie night with your sunshine and the other members, but when goes everything after plan right? At least not for you. Hoseok decided to wear short pants, thighs on full display. Shouldn’t be a problem right? Thats what you thought, well jokes on you. Now you were sitting under the blanket with your lovely sunshine, surounded by the other boys, hand between your legs. You leaned your head on his shoulder just to moans in his ear, you felt him tensing up and looking seriously at you. “Now babegirl? You know they could hear you right?⁓”. His smirk pushed you into your next whines. Hoseok was focused on the movie as he felt something on his leg, something wet. He wasn’t thinking much of it at first. That was until he heard your moan in his ear, “Hoseok?⁓”. He turned his head to you, trying not to lose his control over himself. He needed you, he wanted you now! Naked, raw and rough! But he couldn’t, so hoseok tried to warn you, “Or do you not care who will see your naughty, fucked out face?~”

Jimin:

You watched Jimin chilling on his hotel bed, talking to his fans on vlive and biting his lip..fucking tease. Thanks to him you were dripping, you tried to hold back so bad but the way he pushed his hair back only made it worse. You couldn’t help yourself anymore, your hand slowly ran down, between your legs. His side profil just looked so hot and you wanted him⁓Reading comments and talking about his latest concert he didn’t see what you did. Only when Jimin heard a quiet, soft voice moaning his name he looked to you. Completly in love with your blushed cheeks and the fucked out looks you gave him, he forgot that he was on vlive. Jimin started to check you out from head to toe, just to give a small smirk. He looked back at the camera and said goodbye to his fans, hoping that they didn’t notice his weird behavior. But he couldn’t control his desire to dominate you any longer, neither could he hold back his cock, thatt grew harder every second. Jimin walked to you and sat next to you: “I have to punish you for distracing me this much! You have a problem to fix kitten⁓”

Taehyung:

You woke up early and decided to make breakfast for your adorable winterbear. While doing so you thought back on last night and couldn’t help but to blush and giggle. The pictures were still in your head, Taehyung kneeing behind you, fucking you roughly. He looked so good with his hair sticking to his forhead. While remembering how hot he looked you started to get arroused again. You leant against the kitchen counter and moaned loudly just by the thought on geting fucked again: “Ahh Tae⁓”. Eyes closed and lost in your dirty thoughts you got shocked as a deep voice whispered in your ear, “Yes?⁓”, you feeled goose bumps all over your body. Taehyung smirked sleeply down at you, grabbed your hand and pushed you down on the kitchen table. He let out a growl on the side of you under him. Taehyung leaned down, pressing his body on yours and you more into the table. “Come out of your imagine and tell me what you thought, naughty princess!⁓”, he whispered in your ear and bit it.

Jungkook:

“Kookie I’m going to take a shower”, thats what you said to him an half hour ago. Wondering why you took so long Jungkook knocked on the bathroom door, “Babe everything alright in there?”. He waited for you to answer but all he heard was a whiny moan and a, “Please help me”. Jungkook panicked and opend the door quickly to see what happened, he thought you hurted yourself. But was he saw was far from beeing hurt. His eyes widened and his mouth hang open at the naked side of you, of you fucking yourself with your fingers. You looked at Jungkook standing in the middle of the bathroom lost, lost in your sight, lost in his thoughts. You were embarrassed but you couldn’t stop. He was watching you geting yourself off and that turned you on just some more. “J-Jungkook~ I need y-you⁓”, you moaned as you closed your eyes again. As you opened them seconds later you saw the shower door opening and a naked, well built Jungkook stepping into the shower. Now it was your turn to let your mouth hang open. He was just to sexy, you swear he wasn’t human. But you forgot all your thoughts as he took your hand and started to lick your fingers you had used a few seconds before. Jungkook looked in your eyes while starting to pleasure you with his other hand, “You forgot to clean here too⁓Let me help you to forget those dirty thoughts!⁓”.

Taemin:

You just lighted up some candels and changed in your lingerie. Now you just had to wait for your prince charming to come home from his dance practise. You were hoping Taemin would like the suprise you had for him. You started to imagine how it could play out and the more you thought about him and the situations, the hornier you got. You wanted to wait so bad but you couldn’t hold back anymore. As soon as you wanted to start touching yourself the door opened and a good looking, shirtless Taemin stood into the door. You didn’t react fast and enough and let a out a moan.Taemin just came home from practise and wanted nothing but to see his princess, his everything, you. As soon as he entered the house he took off his shirt and sighed in relief. Taemin thought you might would be sleeping already, it was late so he wanted to be quiet. He opened the door and what he saw made him switch his mood real quick. He licked over his lip and closed the door, looked around into the room and than at you, leaning half on his piano, hand between your legs moaning his name. He smirked, threw his shirt away and looked at you with dark, lustful eyes: “You started a dangerous game princess⁓”

Taeyong:

5 more hours to go until Taeyongs and your flight ended. It was night time and you should be sleeping but you couldn’t. You sat next to Taeyong, your sweetly boyfriend. His perfuem did keep you up, it just did some naughty things to you. The only thing you could think of, was him fucking you. The V-neck shirt he was wearing didn’t help at all. You tried to be quiet while starting to get yourself off. But it didn’t work out you let out a soft whine, hoping he didn’t heard it and would continue to sleep. Nothing happend so you closed your eyes and bit your lip, falling into the dirty sin.Taeyong woke up to a soft whine next to him. He already knew from the small glance he gave you, what you did. So he put an arm around you to pull you closer to him. Taeyong caressed your hand and replaced it with his. He kissed you so that you had it easier to keep quiet. He bit your lip and whispered: “Don’t worry jagi, we still have a long flight. I will make you feel good⁓”

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joontopia · 4 years ago

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Evolver: Chapter 1

pairing: namjoon x reader, jimin x oc, jin x reader

genre: mafia!au, evolver!au, superpower!au, soulmate!au with angst, smut, & violence

summary: Evolvers are humans with special powers. Your father, Min Seojun, is one of the most powerful businessmen and CEO in the country. Known in the underground as the most feared mafia leader, Zeus, due to his evolver ability. Growing up alongside your twin brother, Yoongi, all you’ve ever known was the harshness and dangers of the mafia lifestyle. Until you met him...

word count: 3.7k

author’s note: this is the shortest chapter of the series. Most chapters will be around 6k words or more. Prologue and Chapter 1 are combined in this chapter.

warnings: nsfw, cursing, soft dom!joon, bratty!reader

Evolvers are humans with special abilities. While some have come out to the public and flaunted their abilities, most keep their powers a secret. Evolver abilities could range from Elemental abilities to Mental or Superhuman. Evolvers are rare, with the tendency to skip generations in families. Most are feared due to their historic use of their powers for personal gain, typically landing them on the wrong side of the law. On the day of an Evolver’s birth, their eyes will turn a shade of red for the first full day before fading, not turning red again until each time they activate their ability. Evolvers’ abilities tend to manifest at a very young age. Although rare, evolvers can experience a phenomenon called a ‘pairing.’ A ‘pairing’ occurs when two evolver ‘soulmates’ touch and meet for the first time. If these ‘soulmates’ have not completed the ‘pairing’ and come into close proximity, they will feel a supernatural pull towards each other. When they touch for the first time, a burst of energy is released into the surrounding area. It has not yet been discovered what causes the phenomenon or the true meaning of this event. When two evolvers have become paired, they will experience heightened control of their abilities and, in most cases, develop new manifestations of their existing power. It has not yet been determined if every evolver has a ‘pair’ with only a few known pairs confirmed to have existed.

“Welcome home, Miss Min.” Myung, the family butler, was the only one to greet you as you walked into your family home. “How was your flight?”

“Early,” you said with a tight smile. You stood in the main entrance of your family home, still wearing the black skinny jeans, black hoodie, and tennis shoes from the night before. Myung gave you a smile of his own in return. Your business trip to Japan was cut short when your father requested your early return home. Having finished your business early, you were hoping to spend the next few days exploring and partying your way through Japan with your best friend, Ashley, who accompanied you on your trip. A business trip he insisted you take in the first place. Instead, you were met with an abrupt phone call from your father stating he booked you two a private flight back to Korea. Leaving at 5 AM sharp. “And you better be on it this time.” You knew by the tone your father used before he hung up that now was not the time to argue.

“I’ll have someone collect your bags from the car and bring them to your room,” Myung said as he closed the front door behind you while you made your way to the staircase. You were already tired of the small talk and desperate for a shower. “I’m sorry, Miss Min, but I would need you to follow me to your Father’s office. He asked me to bring you straight to him the moment you arrived.”

You stopped at the bottom stair, turning around to face the butler. “This can’t wait?” The annoyance in your eyes must have been apparent with the way Myung avoided your gaze. He slightly cleared his throat and quickly responded. “I’m afraid it can’t,” he said as he straightened himself and looked at you, “now if you would please follow me.”

You step down from the stairs and roll your eyes. “Unbelievable, what could possibly be so important,” you thought. You walked past your family butler and towards the hallway that leads to your Father’s office. “Don’t bother, I know the way.”

You make your way down the hallway, spewing off curses and complaints knowing good and well you wouldn’t be able to voice them once you are inside the office. Your father, Min Seojun, is one of the most powerful businessmen and CEO in the country. His business as an Arts dealer and hotel chain owner being fronts for his real position of power, the notorious mafia leader, only known to the world as Zeus because of his power. Your father was known in the underground as one of the most feared mob bosses and evolvers across the country. Crossing him is the last thing anyone should want to do, unless you had a death wish. That didn’t stop you, his beloved daughter, from pushing your luck. Being one of the only people brave enough to challenge him didn’t come without consequence. Your father’s evolver power is an elemental ability. The control of electricity. A power he shows no remorse using against anyone who crossed him, not even his own daughter. Not in the mood to deal with any physical pain, you decide you will behave during this conversation. Hoping that doing so will make it short and sweet. Your decision of playing the “good daughter” was cut short with how hard you threw the office door open. The door slamming against the wall before closing shut. “Fuck,” you thought as your father looked up from his desk.

“Nice to see you too, jagi. Sit.” Your father glared at you from across his office, motioning you to one of two chairs that are positioned in front of his desk. You walk over and sit down, crossing your arms and legs while doing so. You both sit there in silence staring at each other. After a few minutes, you decide to speak, trying to mask the annoyance and tiredness in your voice with calm.

“So why exactly did you call me back from my oh-so important recon mission 3 days early? Surely, it wasn’t just for me to sit here while you enjoy my company.”

“A father can’t miss the company of his daughter?” Your father tilted his head to the side, still looking at you.

“You’re not the type. Why am I here and not upstairs taking a much needed shower and nap.” Your father chuckled, before standing behind his desk. He was dressed in one of his dark blue suits that he usually wears. Rarely have you seen him in anything else.

“You know, you are just like your mother.”

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t remember her.” Your father walked around his desk, ignoring your comment, and stood before you with his hands in the pockets of his dress pants.

“I didn’t realize I was keeping you waiting. I figured you would have informed yourself while you were sitting there,” he said with smugness in his voice.

You rolled your eyes, uncrossed your legs and brought your left foot up into the seat, leaning into the armchair to make yourself a little more comfortable. Normally the evolver gene would skip generations, sometimes multiple times. But not you. You and your twin brother, Yoongi, share a common ability, only differing in how you specialize in using it. You both have the ability of attacking the human mind. Yoongi specializes in inducing nightmares, bringing forth your worst fears and making them stay on the forefront of your mind. He also has the ability to take away or hide memories. Even able to alter them, something we like to take advantage of when we are called to interrogate an enemy. You, on the other hand, specialize in reading thoughts and locating memories that people try to hide. These were abilities that help establish you and Yoongi as some of the scariest evolvers along with your father. No one likes having their mind poked and prodded.

“I'm running on only three hours of sleep after being thrown onto a flight at five in the morning. Forgive me for not wanting to put in any effort to do anything. Now what is this about?” You leaned forward in your seat, your tone laced with more spite than you meant to give. Your father frowned at your response. You can tell by the way your hairs stood up on your arms due to the shift of energy in the air that he is already growing tired of your attitude.

“Don’t forget who you are speaking to, girl.” Your father growled as he looked down at you.

Reminding yourself what you said you were going to do while walking in here, you plastered the sweetest smile you could possibly muster onto your face before saying, “I’m sorry, daddy. I guess I’m just really tired from my trip.”

Your father continued to glare at you, pursing his lips. Your fake smile has long since past the point of actually working on him. You started to wonder if he was going to continue to scold you when he finally spoke.

“I need you to be in attendance during our meeting with the Kims today.”

“Seriously… You called me back for a meeting we hold basically every week. Why not just bring Yoongi?” You don’t even try to hide the annoyance in your voice. This is ridiculous.

“Yoongi will be there, too. They specifically asked for you to be there.” Your father seemed unbothered by your annoyance. Not surprising to you. He’s only shown concern for your emotions barely a handful of times in your life.

“Since when did you start complying to the beck and call of the Kims?” You said with a little edge in your voice, knowing good and well just the mere act of insinuating that your father is someone’s call boy would piss him off. Just as soon as you felt smug with yourself for your smart remark, you just as quickly regretted it when a spark went off by your left ear causing it to ring painfully. You involuntarily let out a hiss, causing your father to smirk.

“I don’t answer to anyone, girl. You will watch your mouth when you speak to me.” He was glaring at you again, eyes glowing red, and you could swear you saw sparks in his eyes. “I only agreed because I need you there for intel. Kim Won-ho has recruited his nephew to join his ranks and I need to know what their intentions are.”

“Won-ho knows what I can do. He’s many things, but he’s not stupid enough to leave his mind freely open for me to explore. Maybe he is offering his nephew up as another potential son-in-law.” You roll your eyes as you make that last statement.

Your family and the Kims have been in a contractual partnership for as long as you could remember. You and Yoongi grew up alongside Won-ho’s sons, Seokjin and Taehyung, the two elemental evolvers of the Kim family. Fire and Ice, respectively. For the last few years, Won-ho has been determined to marry the two gangs together. Figuratively and literally. Only God knows how long he has been wanting this union, probably thinking he had a fighting chance when Taehyung caught you and Jin in a very compromising (but also very, very pleasurable) position. Jin was very quick to try and claim you and him as an item, which more than likely sparked his father’s campaign of joining the two families. Your father was just as quick to shut it down, demanding you to end whatever was going on immediately. Something you found easy to comply with, seeing that, for you, it was just fun. Fun that you and Jin did still have on rare occasions, despite your father’s order. Occasions that would still occur if that very handsome and deliciously wide shouldered idiot didn’t try and confess his love for you. He was so embarrassed from the rejection, he had Yoongi remove the memory from his mind. Yoongi happily accepted to help his friend, only after enjoying making the memory replay in Jin’s mind for a good 30 minutes. You had to give it to Won-ho, though. He had to have a big pair on him to continually ask your father for this union.

“Whatever his reasons. I need you there to seek them out. Is that understood?” Your father continued to stand in front of you.

“I’m assuming I don’t have a choice in this.” You stand up from the chair, glaring back at your father.

“You would be foolish to think you did.” He said, his tone so matter-of-fact.

“Fine. Is that all?”

“Yes” You read from your father’s mind as he turned to walk back around his desk and sit down.

You turned around and made your way out of his office and back up the hallway to the staircase. Once you made it back to the main entrance of the house, you were greeted by your brother who was whistling the bridal march. You look up to see him sitting on the stairs with his back leaning against the railing, smiling at the obvious annoyance on your face. You look him dead in the eye, and watch his smile turn to a frown once you pull a memory of him pissing the bed when he was 6. He flipped you off as you laughed and started up the stairs.

“How was your trip? Heard you finished your recon early,” Yoongi asked as you walked past him. You looked at him suspiciously, wondering if your father sent him to keep tabs on you. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Your father always believed you to be the more reckless of his two children and, honestly, he wasn’t wrong. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t know how to conduct yourself on a mission. Yoongi, knowing exactly where your mind was going, answered your unspoken question. “Jimin told me.”

“Ha, of course.” Park Jimin was one of you and your brother’s best friends. His family being part of the Min family mafia since before you were born. Him and your best friend, Ashley have been dating since you were kids. Both of them being the first evolvers you’ve ever known to undergo a pairing. “Intel gathering tends to be pretty easy when all your targets have a weakness for pretty girls. Barely had to read anyones mind or have Ashley torture them. It was very boring.”

You stand a few steps above Yoongi, leaning up against the railing.

“Well, it's good to have you back. It’s been boring here without you. I’m sure Jin-Hyung will be happy to see you,” Yoongi said with a wink as he got up from his seat on the stairs. This time it was your turn to flip him off.

“How is our beloved father today? Did you warm him up for me?” Yoongi asked as he walked toward the hallway leading to the office.

“Oh yeah. He’s a warm ball of loving emotion right now. Enjoy.” Yoongi laughed at you as he disappeared around the corner. You turned back around and continued to head back up the stairs towards your bathroom, where a much deserved shower awaited.

Namjoon looked out the window of his uncle’s car while they drove through the city. It’s only been two weeks since he’s moved up here from Busan, the city where his father was stationed to run his sector of the Kim family mafia. When his uncle showed up at his door, asking him to join his ranks in Seoul, it was a dream come true. Namjoon always felt like he was wasting his potential in Busan. Especially with the type of evolver ability that he had. Power of persuasion. Able to more or less bend people to do his bidding, even making them think it was their idea if he wanted to. He never really got to put it to the real test though. Only using it to settle petty squabbles against shop owners back home. Now on his way to a meeting with his uncle and cousin, he might be able to finally put it to the test.

“So who's all supposed to be there today?” Namjoon’s older cousin Seokjin asked his uncle, who was sitting in the front passenger seat. Namjoon’s attention left the outside world and he turned towards his uncle, curious to know this information too.

“Just Min Seojun and Yoongi. His daughter will not be there today. I asked, but he made it very clear. Apparently, she is still in Japan on her mission,” his uncle said, causing Seokjin to scowl in response. “No worries. She doesn’t necessarily need to be there for when Namjoon — how should I say this — talks some sense into Seojun about joining our gangs.” Uncle Won-ho smirked at his clever words.

“You don’t think Seojun will figure out what we’re doing? Isn’t this a bit risky?” Namjoon asked. Tales of Min Seojun’s ruthlessness and power spread across the entire country. Ruthless businessman by day, sadistic mafia leader by night. Most only knew him by his code name Zeus. Only his business partners and close friends knew his true identity. Those who weren’t labeled as such were not allowed to live long enough to spill his secrets. Namjoon had no interest in joining the latter group of people. Won-ho chuckled from the front seat.

“Don’t worry about Seojun, nephew. Him losing our partnership will hurt him and his status a lot more than he is willing to let on. We don’t have much to worry about,” Won-ho said as their car pulled up in front of a tall building with dark tinted windows, the Min’s company office building. Namjoon exited the black sedan and followed his uncle and cousin into the building. The large lobby was mostly empty with only a few paintings decorating the wall, a couple of couches and coffee tables for a waiting area, and a receptionist desk by the elevators.

“Good evening, Mr. Kim.” The girl sitting at the desk greeted Won-ho with a smile, dressed in a black suit dress with her blonde hair in a bun. “Mr. Min is waiting for you in the usual conference room.”

Won-ho gave the girl a nod and headed straight for the elevators. Namjoon, not wanting to be rude, gave the girl a soft “Thank you” and smiled, causing the receptionist to blush. He followed his uncle to the elevators, his cousin slapping his back behind him laughing.

“You gonna flirt with every girl you meet up here, Joon?” Jin said, still laughing.

“Just trying to make a good impression, Jin. What's wrong with that?” Namjoon laughed along with his cousin, Jin’s windshield wiper-like laugh being funny on its own. The three men entered the elevator. Won-ho pulled a keycard out of his pocket, placing it before a scanner located on the control panel of the elevator. When the small light on the scanner blinked green, Won-ho withdrew the keycard and pressed the button for the 7th floor. Shortly after, the elevator began to move.

“You ready for this, kid?” Won-ho looked at Namjoon with a serious look on his face.

“Ready as I’m ever going to be, Uncle.” Feelings of anxiety and excitement coursed through Namjoon. He looked at himself in the reflection of the elevator doors, readjusting his dark brown colored contacts before the doors opened. Namjoon and Jin followed Won-ho off the elevator, taking a left down the hallway.

“Jin-hyung!”

The three men turned around to look behind them. Yoongi, dressed in a dark blue button up and black pants, was walking towards them from the other end of the hallway.

“Yoongi-ah, new hair color I see,” Jin said, walking towards his friend and giving him a hug. Namjoon took a look at Yoongi again, now noticing his hair to be a light silver. Differing from the dark brown that it was just a week ago.

“You can blame it on boredom. Can I steal you away for a minute?” Jin and Yoongi walked further down the hallway and out of earshot. Namjoon turned and continued following his uncle into a medium-sized room that looked more like a parlor rather than a conference room. The room was low lit from the two chandelier type light fixtures that hang from the ceilings. There was one wall fully made of windows with little light coming through due to the dark curtains. Namjoon’s scan of the room was interrupted by his Uncle’s loud voice.

“Seojun, old friend. It’s good to see you,” Won-ho said loudly as he walked over to the man standing between two armchairs over by the far wall.

Namjoon made his way over to that side of the room, following his uncle when he noticed a girl, arms crossed, leaning up against the wall behind Seojun, eyes focused on the floor by her feet, her hair loose around her shoulders.

“Woah, she’s beautiful. Is this Yoongi’s sister? No, wait. They said she’d be in Japan. Does Seojun have a wife? Maybe Yoongi’s girlfriend?” Namjoon thought as he looked at her.

“Whoever she is, I wouldn’t mind having a go. She looks like the fun type.” Namjoon continued watching the girl, scanning her frame. His eyes falling on her neck as he imagined biting at it as he had her pushed up against the wall, one hand by her throat while the other hand was trailing down the black dress she was wearing before raising her skirt. All of a sudden, the girl looked up from the floor, eyes snapping to his while raising an eyebrow, catching him off guard. She tilted her head to the side and reached up to start putting her hair in a loose ponytail, exposing her neck fully as she did.

“Can she hear me?” Namjoon thought as he eyed her suspiciously. He looked closer at the girl, focusing in on her eyes, finally noticing the faint glow of red around what appeared to be dark brown colored contacts. “Wait a minu-- “

Namjoon’s thoughts were cut off by the close of the door behind him as Yoongi and Jin entered the room.

“Hey, what a nice surprise. Y/N, you’re here!” Seokjin said with a smile on his face as he made his way over to stand by Namjoon. Yoongi continued around the room to stand on the left side of his father.

“Ah, yes. Let me not be rude,” Seojun said, turning to the girl behind him. The girl pushed off the wall, walking to stand on the right side of Seojun, across the way from Namjoon. “Namjoon, this is my daughter, Min Y/N. Mind reading evolver of the Min family.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he looked at you in realization. He watched your red-tinted lips slowly spread into a smile across your face as you gave him a knowing wink. Namjoon’s cheeks flushed red, mentally kicking himself over his last few thoughts. Ones that he knows you most definitely read.

“Fuck.”

#evolver #bts imagines #bts smut #bts angst #bts fanfic #bts series #kim namjoon #namjoon imagine #namjoon x you #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x reader

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sugar-petals · 5 years ago

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Now you HAVE to do a tarot readings on what sorta dads bts will be

yup, it’s due 😄 today i’ll use my favorite oracle cards with indian deities. i always look into this deck for family matters. the hindu gods are great fun, you’ll love these guys.

taehyung: VISHNU: “Involvement”

this card is about letting go and fully immersing yourself. which you bet taehyung is going to do. it’s pretty straightforward and intuitive to me that vishnu with his call to show one’s loyalty came out. taeyhung, and this won’t be news for anyone, be the most dedicated father ever. on the card he is represented by a dignified vishnu who is classically considered the god of the universe; stepping through a vortex of positivity. he has four arms (=four seasons) that carry the progression of the sun, a lotus to symbolize gratitude, a sparkly club to fight demons, and a shell to bring about silence. so, mister vishnu is a hell of a guy and fully equipped to do his job. which is likely going to apply to taehyung quite seamlessly. he will involve himself all year round (the seasons), be protective, wise, understanding, all while giving his family no reason to miss him. the silence shell also tells me he speaks gently with his kid, he never yells. the mood will be elated for the absolute majority of the time.

jimin — NATARAJA: “Choice”

the guy on the card literally looks like jimin, i’m losing my mind. i mean coincidence? nataraja: he’s short, he’s totally muscular, he’s chubby, his lips are big, and he’s straight up gyrating all over the place like a pro lmao! this guy is sizzling as fuck. synchronicity much 😋 will jimin be the hottest dad in town? you bet your wig! either way, i digress. this card indicates a decision, a compromise, something that calls you with an upbeat tune to leave the old things behind decisively. nataraja (who is actually an expression of the god shiva) is the ‘flame dancer/lord of dance’ deity of choice between destruction or creation. jimin is bound to apply major changes to his life when he becomes a dad, it’ll be outside his comfort zone. this kid turns it all upside down. a challenge to amp up his esteem will pop up pretty early. nataraja dances — much like jimin, that is no coincidence either — to rid himself off fear, ego, beating oneself up. i think this is what jimin wants to instill in his kid himself, to be determined in life. i think they can learn from each other in that way.

hoseok — KRISHNA’S RASA-LILA: “Rhythm”

another card that’s squarely about dancing. a rasa-lila is a feast in which people row up in a circle to krishna’s flute play. legend has it krishna attracted sheperdesses to dance to his music and they had so much fun it lasted for half a year like wow. and yeah, gdi this is literally pied piper. because krishna is the god of love and didn’t want to disappoint his guests, he multiplied himself (!) to dance with everybody. hobi will sort of feel that divide as a dad, too. he wants to share his dance and affection with fans so he’d have a hard time focusing on one family instead of the world as his family. he’d definitely want to keep his craftsmanship and popularity. whenever i see this card pop out, something all over the place is going, he could become a patchwork family dad. this home will never be silent nor underpopulated lol! in any case, just like krishna, hoseok will be the most entertaining parent EVER 😄 his kids will forget time with him and music will be present throughout the home. it’s also the card with the most erotic undertones in the reading, hobi’s sex life will be alive and well.

namjoon — GIRISHA: “Belief”

oh… damn. this gave me a very powerful impression. it’s similar to taehyung’s card, a great dignity is conveyed by the imagery. so, in detail: girisha is the majestic god of the himalaya, mount everest is his home. it’s also shown on the card behind girisha. so, if we interpret this, then: rest assured namjoon will move mountains when he becomes a dad, that much we can already be certain of. he’ll take his task very seriously and won’t mess around much. namjoon will do adulting and raising kids the focused way. now, girisha is about belief but it does not mean religion is a factor here. it is more of a conviction that we as humans are wanted and needed as we are, where we are. someone who doubts himself as much as joon is likely encountering that trust in himself once he becomes a father. this is good news! once he believes he can be a good dad, he will be a good and wise dad. small detail i picked up to give a closing thought: girisha is a deity that meditates a tremendous lot, namjoon might pick this up to balance himself. he’ll be into spirituality and teach his kid about principles of the universe and how nature works. who knows, namjoon might be purchasing oracle cards as we speak.

jungkook: NARAYANA: “Your Potential”

(before we get started here: definitely scroll back to crossread taehyung’s interpretation, it’s the same deity, just in a different form.) i get a sense he will be a very imaginative and resourceful father but also someone who knows when to retreat and think things over. i’ll explain what i mean. on this card, our favorite good ole vishnu again appears in his version of a creator god: narayana. it’s a very dreamy kind of deity we’re seeing here. narayana loves to sleep coiled up inside the world snake ananta who allows him to come up with new ideas he can install in the world. jungkook will be in that kind of occasional limbo, too. he figures out many things to expand and improve in the home and his family. i’d compare his fatherhood to how he learns english, that’s pretty much the same principle. we also see a masculine angelic being kneeling before narayana in prayer, it could be jungkook’s son who really admires his father a lot and listens to advice without rebelling against it. maybe it’s because jungkook can get on eye level with his kid without much trouble. last but not least, the literal interpretation: jk will be a cute and sleepy dad. ♡😴

seokjin — GANGA: “Flexibility”

this card is just... super beautiful! as expected when it comes to kim seokjin, who are we kidding, there’s no other option. we see the lotus goddess ganga float on water pretty much completely unbothered. she’s got her best gown on, the sky is blue, everything is in bloom around her. i think this couldn’t be any more perfect to describe jin as a dad. he looks good (while jimin will be the hot dad in bts, jin will be the dazzling one), he does his thing, he goes with the flow. flexibility is a pretty accurate key word i’d apply to him. since ganga is responsible for the holy and peaceful river ganges, she is said to bring about softness, innocence, going past obstacles. jin is going to be veeery chill about his daily life, with no hurry or pressures whatsoever. that transfers to the kid and his partner so heavily, we’ll see a very wholesome and slow-paced family dynamic play out. it’s the sweetest thing. it really nurtures the child. out of all cards i pulled, he’s by far the most lighthearted dad. i was blown away, the card’s message is such a reassuring and promising one. you go jin!

yoongi — GANESHA/NRITYA-GANAPATI: “Vocation”

and here’s the odd one out to round this up in an interesting way. you won’t be surprised, i wasn’t surprised. you probably already suspect where this vocation thing is going. i see what the cards are trying to tell me over and over. yoongi is pretty preoccupied following his higher calling. not obsessively, but steady and stalwart enough. and since he doesn’t half-ass anything and tends to limit himself to one goal, i don’t think he’s gonna abandon his music and consider fatherhood his new vocation. if he does, mind you, he will consider it like a kind of heart’s desire to work on. however, the god that rules this card pretty much gives away what yoongi will be doing in the near future 😅 nritya-ganapati is an embodiment of the most popular writer god: sweet and relaxed ganesha, i’m sure you’ve heard about him. ganesha is a very creative elephant deity who dances through all ill fate and grants healing. it’s obvious to me that yoongi is very much that. writing songs, sorting himself out (!), doing what he does best. vocation is his prized value, he needs something to put out to the world. becoming daddy woongles is probably something he reserved for later in life, job comes first. all slowly but surely, elephants move with deliberation.

#anon #cub mail 🐅#oracle card reading #bts #bts tarot #oracle cards

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction: When Your Child Says Their First Word

Jin:

“Appa, can you say appa for me baby, please?”

You smiled watching as Jin sat your daughter down in front of him, sounding out the sounds for her to speak, he sighed, watching as her mouth stayed shut.

You chuckled, walking over to sit beside him, “you can’t force her to say something she doesn’t want to, she’s a baby Jin.”

“But I want her to call me,” he groaned, rolling his eyes as she giggled, telling the frustrations in her father made things worse.

“She’ll get there,” you assured him, “you’ve been practicing with her, so it’s only a matter of time, isn’t it Y/D/N?”

“Eomma.”

Your eyes widened, looking across at Jin who sighed in despair. “Seriously! All the time I taught you appa, and eomma is your first word, that’s not fair.”

Your arms wrapped around her, raising her high into the air. “I always knew that I was your favourite parent, you’re such a smart girl.”

Jin’s head shook, “I can’t believe I’ve been betrayed like this,” he frowned, “appa better be her second word or I’ll be gutted.”

“You better get her practicing then.”

Yoongi:

“I think it’s about time you went to bed.”

Yoongi followed your son as he crawled around, yawning his head off as he waited for one of you to take him off to bed so that he could sleep.

You smiled, watching him scoop him up, “sleep,” he giggled, tickling his waist, “is it about time that Y/S/N went to sleep.”

“I think we should sleep too,” you sighed, standing up from the sofa, “he’s had me running around the house all day, I’m exhausted.”

“Do you think mummy and daddy should go to bed too?” He asked your son, grinning widely as his smile grew.

“Sleep.”

Both of you froze, listening to him repeat the word a couple of times, “Y/N, was that his first word? Please tell me I’m not dreaming.”

“No, I really think sleep was his first word,” you chuckled, resting into Yoongi’s side, “you’ve obviously taught him well in that case.”

Yoongi smirked, kissing the top of his son’s head, “it’s definitely time we put you to sleep, you’ve had a very successful day.”

“I can’t believe he just said his first word.”

Hoseok:

“E. G. O. Ego. Can you say it for me baby?”

Your eyes rolled as soon as you walked into the kitchen watching as Hobi encouraged your daughter to speak whilst feeding her dinner to her.

You sat down beside them both, “you’re going to have to teach her softer sounds first, that’s hard for her to understand.”

“She just needs to practice,” he assured you, meeting his daughter’s eyes as her lips parted, staring across at him.

“She looks like she wants to say something,” you noted, joining him by her side, watching her smile grow, holding closely onto her toy.

“Ego.”

Both of you turned to look at each other, the sounds were loose, but it was clear to you both what she had said. “I knew she’d do it if I helped her out.”

You chuckled, as Hobi scooped her up into his arms, “I can’t believe you got her to do that, clearly she has her favourite parent already.”

“She’s the best,” he chimed, pressing a kiss to her cheek, “I’m so proud, she actually just said her first word, did you hear?”

“I did, I can’t believe it was ego.”

Namjoon:

“Something really special happened today, have a look.”

You held your phone up to the laptop screen, showing a video you’d taken of your son. “He looks so grown up; I wish I could be there.”

“You wait until you watch this,” you told him, pressing play on the video as you followed your son around the house.

“I’m watching,” Namjoon told you as he leaned into the camera to watch closely, watching as his son’s mouth opened wide.

“Appa.”

He froze, as you replayed it a couple of times to hear it clearly. “Someone must be missing their daddy, it was his first word Joon, he wanted to ask for you!”

He frowned, shaking his head as tears brimmed in his eyes, “I can’t believe I missed my son’s first word, what sort of father does that make me?”

You sighed, “you can’t help being away. You know when he grows up, 0he’ll be so proud of all that you’ve achieved Joon.”

“I hope he still says it when I come home.”

Jimin:

“Say hello to everyone then sweetheart.”

The boys’ eyes lit up as Jimin walked into the studio with your daughter in his arms. Each of them rushed around, holding onto a part of her body.

Namjoon smiled widely, “she’s getting so big, it’s scary sometimes how much she’s growing,” he commented, watching as you nodded in agreement.

Jimin grinned, waving her hand, “are you going to say hello to everyone?” He asked, hearing her little giggles echo in response.

“Say hello to us,” Taehyung cooed, taking a hold of her hand, “show mummy and daddy that we’re your favourites after all.”

“Hi.”

The room erupted into cheers as the squeak of her voice spoke for the very first time. “She actually said hello!” Jungkook laughed, pressing his palms together.

Jimin’s eyes met yours, “I can’t believe she said her first word for these six idiots and not for us, it’s not fair.”

Your head shook, “let’s just enjoy the fact she said her first word rather than getting jealous of these boys for now.”

“I’ll never get her to say appa now.”

Taehyung:

“And these are all of daddy’s fans, they’re the best.”

You walked into your son’s bedroom, finding him sat in Taehyung’s lap looking through an old scrapbook Taehyung had, pointing out to all of the fans.

Your frame perched on the end of the bed, looking at what he was showing him. “It’s going to be a long time until he really realises what all this is.”

“I’m teaching him,” Taehyung chuckled, “I’ve been trying to get him to say army for a while, I always said I would.”

“I’ve been listening,” you giggled, capturing your son’s attention. “Y/S/N, do you know what all of daddy’s fans are called?”

“A-army.”

The book was dropped, Taehyung picked your son up, twirling him around the room, “I always knew you’d say it if I taught you for long enough.”

Your head shook in disbelief, you knew how much Taehyung dreamed of this moment, but never did you think it would happen.

His smile had never been so wide, “If army is the only word he can speak for the rest of his life, I’ll still be a happy man.”

“Army really is everything to you, isn’t it?”

Jungkook:

“Look who’s here to say hello, fresh from a nap.”

You lifted your daughter up so that Jungkook could see her on the screen, waving as she tried to grab through the screen to take a hold of his hand.

Jungkook’s smile grew, waving to his little girl, “hi baby,” he cooed, only wishing the screen wasn’t between the two of them.

“Who is it?” You chuckled, bouncing her in your lap, hearing her light giggles. Jungkook’s heart broke, knowing you were so far away.

“Y/D/N!” Jungkook shouted to get her attention, making several funny faces on the screen to try and make her giggle.

“Appa.”

You looked as she repeated the word one more time, tapping against Jungkook’s head on the screen. “Did I hear her right? Or is the connection dodgy?”

“No, you heard her right,” you quickly told him, looking at her innocent smile, unaware of quite what she had just done.

He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, being so far away from the two of you. “I can’t wait to hear her say that in person.”

“We can’t wait for that either Kook.”

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ddaenggtan · 5 years ago

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penguins {m}

this is.....unedited and also kind of a mess bc i haven’t slept in.....too long, but @honiboyyoon kept sending me yoongi posts and also daddy dom yoongi posts specifically so blame her for this absolute fucking FILTH

a/n: DEFINITE SMUT, choking, daddy kink, spanking, choking, belt spanking, choking (there is seriously so much choking its a little ridic), dirty talk, jealous yoongi,

You legitimately love your boyfriend. Six years together and still, he's perfect. Surprises you with breakfast in bed, buys you little things he sees that he thinks you might like, wakes you up at the ass crack of dawn to drive four hours and take a ferry across the ocean just to go to an aquarium you passingly mentioned you would cut your own leg off to go to. And he's adorable at the aquarium, too, letting you run around with wide eyes and not getting upset when you inevitably lose him in the crowd (even if you did find him glaring at some stingrays because, you quote, "Some of us still remember Steve Irwin, princess. Never forgive, never forget.") He looks utterly ridiculous, and you’re not really sure what about the all-black-with-a-pierced-baseball-cap-and-flannel look gets you hot and bothered, but it does. Maybe you should be ashamed of that, but honestly, Yoongi looks literally edible and you’re not one to question it when your boyfriend looks so good. That doesn’t stop you from teasing him, though - “Seriously, Yoongi, what kind of emo bitch wears that shit in public,” “Clearly I do, princess, now stop running that mouth, didn’t you want to see the seals,” “Fuck, yes, I gotta get a recording so I can play it whenever Seokjin laughs,” - and you’ll never admit how much you like it.

The rest of the time you're there is a delight. Yoongi grumbles about how you might pull his arm out of its socket with how you're dragging him away, but tightens his grip every time you start to pull your hand away. The entire time you can’t help but look at him, watch the way he moves and the grin when he pets a turtle, how he helps a kid pick out a hermit crab and then sends pictures to Joon of them. It’s not lost on you how his eyes linger, either, completely focused on you as you watch the sharks roll above you and beaming when you see the octopus try to steal extra fish from its handler...the way you maybe, just maybe, shake your ass just a little when you bend over to pet an otter. You stay until the aquarium closes and get dinner at a restaurant close by, and it only gets worse.

Yoongi's always been tactile. Even when the two of you were just friends dancing around each other, he would give you hugs and rub your back and let his thigh press against yours without any second thoughts. It's who he is. You know this, you love this, you find it pretty cute most of the time. There are times, though, when it's not...cute.

Like when he leaves his hand, hot and heay, on your upper thigh as he drives to the restaurant so you remember every single time he’s fingered you while going somewhere. Or when he opens the door so you can enter first and lets out a low whistle as you pass him, and when you turn to scold him, his eyes quickly dart back up to your face. Or like when he hooks a foot around the leg of your chair and uses muscles you tend to forget he has to pull you closer. You can see the strength in his thighs as it flexes under his jeans and it makes goosebumps break out across your skin. He doesn't move his leg, keeps it right between your own with his ankle pressed against yours, hooked around your chair, and something about the pose makes you shiver.

"Why aren't you eating, princess?" He asks as he brings a piece of sushi up to his own mouth. You mumble something unintelligible, focused on the way his tongue darts out swipe up a bit of soy sauce before his lips close around the food entirely, pouting as they do. You're torn between the desire to pinch his puffed cheeks and the need to beg him to repeat the action on you. You can feel yourself getting wetter at the very thought; you always get worked up when Yoongi is sweet to you, it's something all your friends tease you for, and today is the exact opposite of an exception. Taking you four hours and a ferry ride away from home just to take your nerd ass to an aquarium because he knows you'd like it? You're ready to get on your knees and show your appreciation, however he wants for as long as he wants it.

Someone calling your name startles you enough that you jump a little. Turning, you grin when you see a friend from college - fuck if you can remember his name right now, Hyunwoo? Hyungsoo? Hongbin? Whatever it was - waving at you. He’s taller than you remember and when you give him a quick hug you find he’s filled out nicely in the years since you’ve last seen him. Whatever-His-Name-Is looks nothing like the dweeb from your study group anymore, and as you chat with him, he’s clearly still just as nice as he was back then. You even introduce him to Yoongi - and find out his name is fucking Sehun, you must be a dumbass - who looks decidedly less content than he did a few minutes ago. You wave Sehun goodbye when a woman appears and drags him off to their table, but even after you sit back down, Yoongi’s not happy about something.

He’s silent as the grave and you realize at some point during the 5.7 minutes you were talking he’s straightened up and no longer has his legs sprawled about. No, they’re now tucked neatly under his chair, as far on his own side of the table as he can get them. He stabs at a piece of meat, tearing into it much more aggressively than usual, and you narrow your eyes at him.

"Are you okay?" You ask him eventually, after watching him pick up some onion so roughly that the table shook a little. He doesn't answer, just shrugs, and you frown. His irritation isn't lost on you, you're just not sure what you did to cause it. After six years of being together and almost ten of being friends, you know him pretty well, and as you replay the entire day in your mind, you can't find any of the things that usually push him into a mood.

He's still irritated when you both leave the restaurant, one hand gripping the wheel tightly while the other violently switches gears. You wait until he parks at the hotel to try again.

"Yoongi?" You say quietly. "Will you talk to me? I don't know what I did wrong." He huffs and exits the car, and you quickly follow suit. He pulls a suitcase out of the trunk and huffs as he locks the car. He walks quickly through the parking garage, must faster than you're used to, and you rush to keep up. He doesn't say anything as he heads into the lobby, or as he gets the room key, and the silence hangs in the elevator until you can't take it anymore. "Seriously, Yoongi, I don't know why you're mad, I didn't do anything."

He whirls on you with fire in his eyes and it freezes you in place.

"You think that helps?" He growls, closing the distance between the two of you, and catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "You don't even know how you fucked up, princess. You really have no clue?" You shake your head.

"I really don't," You whisper. He slides a thumb across your bottom lip. Your tongue darts out to wet the skin and he groans almost imperceptibly. The sound makes heat pool between your thighs. He pulls away as the elevator door opens and he strides out. He doesn't wait for you and doesn't slow until he gets to the door with your room number on it.

After it's closed behind you and you're sure it's locked, you turn back to him. He stands in the middle of the room, back to the bed as he strips his jacket off and tosses it to the couch nearby. You wait patiently as he crosses his arms and then turns to you.

"Come here," He commands. You comply immediately. "Do you know what you did yet?" You shake your head, pouting up at him in the hope that it would encourage leniency. He tsks and shakes his head. "Strip. You don't deserve these nice clothes, princess."

You're naked as quick as you can be, clothes strewn about the room in your haste to get them off. He's upset, and you don't know why, but you know better than to make him wait for something when he's like this. You’ve been ready to give it up to him all day, and seeing him in his commanding persona only increases the feeling tenfold. Heat rushes to your core once again and you rub your thighs together in an attempt to alleviate some of it.

He notices the action immediately, smacking your thigh with his palm. "Look at this," He sighs. "So fucking wet and I haven't even done anything yet. You're such a little slut, always so ready for me." He steps slightly closer, letting his fingers dance along your slit. You don't move and don't make a sound, just let your eyes flutter closed for a brief second. He growls and slaps a hand across your ass.

"Unless it's not for me. Keep your eyes open, slut. I'm the one here right now." You shiver and look at him. He's still fully dressed, which only makes you wetter. He knows you love it, the power dynamic it creates. "Get on the bed, princess. Face me, on your knees."

You do as he says, the bed plump and soft beneath you as you sit back on your knees. Yoongi looks good like this, even with the fire in his eyes, but you're distracted by his hands. The long fingers, the sheer size of them, the way they drag ever so slightly against the leather of his belt as he slides it out from around his waist. You shudder at all of the things he could do with it, and you don’t miss the way he smirks.

“I try to do something nice for you,” He says in a too-controlled voice as he steps closer. “Take you somewhere fun, buy you good food after. I even let you sleep on the way here so you’d be rested for our little adventure. And what do I get in return?” He folds the belt over on itself, and you clench around nothing at the sight. You know what’s coming.

“I’m sorry, thank you, Yoongi, I enjoyed-” You whimper as his belt makes contact with one of your thighs, the sting settling into the skin and turning it pink.

“What did you call me?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I won’t do it again.” His expression softens for just a moment, long fingers rubbing soothing circles over where he hit.

“You know I don’t like punishing you, princess,” He purrs, one hand across your throat for a brief moment so he can stroke his thumb along your cheek. “But I was so good to you today, and then you just…” His jaw tightens and your heart flutters at the sight. You should probably be a little apprehensive, but fuck, he’s so hot. “Bend over.”

You follow his instructions, doing your best not to shiver when he runs a hand over your ass. “You have ten seconds to tell me what you did wrong, princess. If you can’t, you’ll be the one counting to ten.” He starts counting down immediately and your mind scrambles. It couldn’t have been when you accidentally left him behind at the jellyfish, because he was still fine at dinner, and even when you threw a handful of rice at him he laughed so that wasn’t it either, but then maybe-

The sound hits your ears before the pain registers, but you manage a muffled, one, because you know better than to do otherwise. His hand comes up again, rubbing the sting away. The next hit lands on the other cheek, and it’s a feat not to flinch or moan when you call out, two.

It continues, all the way to ten; Yoongi alternates between your cheeks and the backs of your thighs, which is going to make the car ride home an absolute nightmare, but you suppose that’s the point. You’re absolutely dripping by the time you call out a weak ten, your wetness trickling down your inner thigh and your ass and thighs no doubt red and swollen even as he runs his fingers along the skin in soft circles.

“Good, princess?” Yoongi asks quietly. You don’t trust yourself to speak, but you manage what has to be the most enthusiastic nod anyone’s ever given. He chuckles under his breath and metal clinks as his belt hits the bed beside you. He lifts you up to lean against his chest and wipes away the stray tears you couldn’t keep back. “You did so good, baby. You always take your punishments so well for me. Can you tell me what you did to get punished?”

“No, Daddy, I’m sorry, I don’t know, but I won’t do it again, I promise.” Yoongi ‘hmm’s and nods slightly, looking more disappointed than anything.

“That’s okay, princess,” He coos as he turns you around and presses his chest against your back. “We’ll fix that. Don’t move, or I’ll have to punish you again, princess, and you know how much I hate that.” You whimper a little but nod as he steps away. You hold yourself up, back straight and unmoving even as the raw belt marks on your ass rub into your calves. You don’t look behind you, you know better, but you can hear the soft tinkling of metal and the quiet whoosh of something being unfurled.

You’re so curious, so fucking curious about what he’s doing, but you don’t move. If you move, he’s going to spank you again, and while that is such a tempting vision - you, sprawled over his knees this time as his bare palm makes contact with that slap of skin meeting skin as he tells you just how good you are for taking your punishment, fuck, - you mostly just want him inside you, like, right now, because you can basically feel the throbbing heat between your legs and this hotel duvet has to be soaked, and also you’ve been waiting all fucking day.

The heat of Yoongi’s body returns to the space behind you and he presses a soft kiss to your neck.

“I’m gonna have to make sure my princess knows that I’m the only one for her, huh?” You whimper slightly, and you can feel his smile against your skin. “You remember your safeword, baby girl?” You nod, but Yoongi just tuts. “Gotta hear you say it, princess, you know the rules.”

“Penguin.”

“And if you can’t say it?”

“Tap you twice on the thigh.”

“Good girl,” Yoongi whispers into your ear. Your entire body shudders, legs nearly giving out, but a pressure against your neck keeps you up long enough for you to regain your balance. It takes you a second to realize what it is; a quick glance to the bed beside you confirms it. Yoongi has his belt wrapped around your neck, and based on the way it tightens around your throat while the remnants hand from the nape of your neck, he’s got it buckled in place. You stifle another moan.

“Now, princess,” Yoongi purrs, “Who do you belong to?”

“You, always you, Daddy, no one else, ever.”

“That’s fucking right,” He growls. With one hand on your back, he shoves you down until your face is buried in the blanket, the tail of his belt pulled taut and no doubt wrapped around his hand. He doesn’t even finger you first, just thrusts inside you with one move. A choked moan tears itself out of your throat, muffled by the thick blanket underneath you. “I’m the only fucking one allowed near this pussy, you hear me?”

Yoongi’s thrusts aren’t forgiving at all; he’s rough and hard, doesn’t give you any time to get used to the stretch of his dick, just shoves in and out like you’re merely a toy to be used. His free hand has a bruising grip on your hip, your fingers are clawed into the duvet, and all you can think about is how fucking perfect it feels. The burn of the stretch, the way your ass and thighs sting with every thrust, the slight pressure against your windpipe that isn’t enough to choke you but reminds you that you’re at his mercy. It’s as close to heaven as you’re ever going to get, it has to be, because it’s absolutely euphoric.

“Fuck, princess, look at how you take my cock,” Yoongi hisses. His grip tightens on the belt as he pulls, and you’re seeing stars with how utterly fantastic the lack of air is. “Fuck, you always take me so well, you know that? Like you were made for me, just me. Can’t wait to fucking mark you, want everyone to know you’re mine. You gonna be a good girl and let me mark you, princess?”

You nod as best you can, gasping when Yoongi pulls hard on the belt to bring you up against him once more. His pace is unrelenting, hitting every spot inside that he knows you love, teasing your g-spot with each thrust.

“God, you’re such a fucking slut, you know that?” His voice is strained and you wish you could see, wish you could watch him fall apart as he fucks you, but god, there is nothing like his voice in your ear, raspy and gravelly because he’s focusing so hard on the way he pistons in and out of you like a goddamn jackhammer. “So fucking wet and ready for me all the time, baby girl...you know Daddy loves this pussy better than anything else. You like it when Daddy fucks you like this, princess? Treating you like the whore you are?”

You whimper and give a slight nod, mostly focused on the brief allowances of air he gives you. With another thrust he lets go of the belt, bringing his hand up to wrap tenderly around the base of your throat. You gasp, sucking in all the air you can before he decides you don’t get any more. The pressure that’s been slowly building inside of you threatens to snap, and you barely hold it back.

“Who’s fucking pussy is this, princess? Who’s little slut are you?”

“Yours,” You gasp. “Yours, Daddy, I’m your little slut.”

“Yeah? Who you thinking about right now? You thinking about Daddy? Or are you thinking about that fucking bastard from the restaurant? You wish it was him fucking you like this?”

“No, never, please, only want you, please, Daddy, please can I cum? Didn’t even remember his name, please, please, I’m so close Daddy, I just-”

“Do it baby.” He brings his hand up ever so slightly, bracing you against his body, while the hand on your hip darts down to rub circles into your clit. “C’mon, princess, you’re so good for me, go ahead, cream on Daddy’s cock. Wanna feel you around me.” It takes seconds, the combination of him thrusting so deep inside that you can feel it on your fucking cervix with the way he rubs your clit, along with the words he’s growling into your ear, it’s god damn magic, and you’re spasming around him in seconds, vision going white as your body goes limp.

When you come to, you’re on your back on the bed, Yoongi between your legs and thrusting desperately into you. You whimper a little, the oversensitivity is always strong right after you cum. He shushes you softly, one hand moving to stroke your hair gently.

“That’s it baby, you take me so well. Fuck, just love watching my cock disappear inside you, could watch that forever. God damn, princess, you are so good, such a good girl, you know that? Can’t wait to marry you, gonna fuck you like this forever, make sure every-fucking-body knows you’re mine.” Your breath catches in your throat, even in your fucked-out haze you know what he just said, but what-

“Fuck, that’s it, take it, princess, take my cum,” Yoongi’s panting on top of you as he comes, thick ropes coating your walls. You’re both breathless as he carefully removes the belt from around your neck, gentle and soft, before he collapses beside you with a huff.

“Yoongi?” You say after a minute, still mostly breathless. He makes a small noise of acknowledgement, enough that you know he isn’t asleep yet. “Did you just...did you just propose to me in the middle of jealousy sex?”

“What? No, I didn’t-” He stops. “Fuck.”

#yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader smut #bts smut #jealous yoongi #ddaenggtan #literal fucking filth you all #F I L T H #have it

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strwbrryeos · 6 years ago

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Close Quarters 01 (M)

SUMMARY; You are a translator for Bangtan, the only translator, actually, because of your fluency is so many languages. You work closely and directly with the group when they’re abroad, helping to tutor and prepare them for the interactions they’re bound to face. Being the only translator, you don’t get a lot of free time. BigHit makes up for it by paying you wonderfully, but BTS has other ideas on how to make it up to you.

Genre : Smut, fluff, au, fiction, fanfiction, series

Pairing : Reader x OT7⎥Reader x Kim Namjoon

Contains : Smut, so much smut, little bit of fluff too, daddy kink, daddy!Namjoon, cum-shot, unprotected sex, rough sex, begging, orgasm denial, praise kink, blowjob, overstimulation

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You worked hard for the position you had now, being a translator. You only grew up speaking one language, but you found yourself so fascinated that almost all of middle and high school was devoted to learning as many languages as you could. Your services were sought after almost as soon as you finished college.

Needless to say, you were successful.

And now here you stood, a translator for BTS - one of the biggest bands in the world - and you were loving every second of it. It was a demanding job, to say the least. Because of their busy schedules, you hardly had time to make it home or take breaks. It was easier for them because you were one person - they only needed one person to speak all these languages for them when they visited other places. They used to have one for each.

BigHit compensated you greatly, of course, knowing full well that you didn’t get nearly as much free time as their other translators did. It would’ve been unbearable if the people you worked for were bad, but they were angels.

Each of them full of energy and kind, they made it worth your while to be working for them. Today you sat beside Namjoon, hoping to give the boys a quick rundown of English before their next interview. It was their first day in America.

“You’ll probably be asked generic questions,” you explained. “You know, what’s inspired your music, your favorite songs... stuff like that. Obviously Joon will be able to translate for you, but it’s good to know English responses, yeah?”

Taehyung nodded eagerly. “I’ve been practicing,” he said.

“Great! Say I ask you: how do you write your music? How would you reply? In English, please.”

“Erm,” he began, looking to Namjoon for help but only getting an encouraging smile back. “I write dreams...”

“You write what you dream?” you asked him. He nodded enthusiastically, glad he got his point across. “Good job,” you said, smiling at him. “Try saying it like this...”

You spent the next hour with Namjoon teaching them as best you could before the staff knocked on the door, indicating that it was time to go. “Thanks for your help, Y/N,” Namjoon said, his hand grazing your arm. You pretended not to notice the contact.

“Of course.”

“You’re still coming though, right?” asked Jimin. You nodded.

“Of course. I’ll ride in the second car.”

“Why don’t you ride with us?”

“I always ride in the second car.”

“Yeah but-”

“It’s where the staff goes, right?” you asked, flashing him a smile and slipping past him. “I’ll be right down.”

You made your way to your hotel room, changing quickly. “Need help?” a voice said from behind you, making you jump.

“Shit! Joon! Geez, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” he laughed, taking a place on your bed.

“What are you doing?” you asked him. “Shouldn’t you be downstairs already?”

“We’re waiting for you, so I thought I should come along and maybe speed up the process.”

You laughed at him. “Thanks, but what are you gonna do? Dress for me?”

“If you want,” he said. With your back turned to him, you didn’t see the dark look that flashed across his eyes.

“Namjoon-ah!”

He laughed, really enjoying the flustered state he put you in. He got up, laying an arm over your shoulders as the two of you walked out of the room. “Thanks for helping me out today,” he whispered to you.

You shivered at his voice in your ear. Why was he talking so close? “S-Sure. It’s my job,” you laughed, trying to play it off.

“C’mon, babe. Let’s go.”

Babe?

The interview went off without a hitch, everyone quite pleased with the end result, and the boys were particularly proud of themselves. Their English had improved so much. “How’d we do?” Jungkook he asked.

You smiled brightly. “You guys were great! You didn’t need me at all! I better start looking for another job,” you joked. None of them seemed to find it that funny.

“Definitely not!” exclaimed Taehyung. “What would we do without our favorite translator?”

“What about Joonie?” you asked.

“He’s not as fun,” Hoseok whined.

“Yah! I’m right here!” Namjoon exclaimed. You laughed at them as the staff ushered them into their car, you making your way to the one behind.

When finally got back to the hotel, you flopped down on your bed, exhausted. It had been a long day. Sometimes you wondered how they boys had been doing this so long, and how they hadn’t gotten sick of it yet.

Knock. Knock.

You raised your head towards the door, not really feeling like getting up at all. “It’s open,” you said. In walked Namjoon, closing and locking the door behind him. You didn’t pay attention, instead opting to lay back down on the mattress. “What’s up?” you asked as he sat himself beside you.

“I just wanted to thank you for helping out. English is hard.”

“Why do you keep thanking me? It’s literally my job.”

“Yeah, but I know it must be hard, too. Our schedules aren’t exactly the easiest to work with.”

You shrugged. “It’s not like I have anyone waiting for me at home when I’m away for this long. It’s fine.”

“Really?”

“Really, it’s fine.”

“No- I mean, like, fuck. You don’t have anyone waiting at home?”

This time you sat up. “No, why would I?”

“Well, I don’t know, it’s just surprising. Someone like you, you know.”

“No I don’t know,” you laughed. “What’s going on, Joon?”

“I’m just surprised you don’t have a boyfriend -” he hesitated, “or girlfriend?”

You really couldn’t stop yourself from laughing this time. “Namjoon-ah, why are you being so awkward? Like I said, I don’t have anyone. It’d be unfair to ask that of someone when I’m literally never around.”

“You’re around us,” he pointed out.

“Ah, that’s different. You’re the same as me. Although you’re also obligated to not date by a contract.”

Namjoon frowned. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Is there something you needed?” you asked in an attempt to change the subject. He hesitated for a second. “What’s up with you?”

“I just wanted to thank you,” he said, repeating himself. “Seriously, Namjoon, what’s up with you? You keep saying thank you and you’ve been acting weird.”

“I, uh-” He shifted uncomfortably. “Promise you won’t judge me, okay?”

“C’mon, Joon. How long have I known you? We may work together, but we’re friends, too.”

“Ah, it’s just...”

“Namjoonie,” you whined. “Tell me. As friends.”

“As friends,” he repeated.

“Yes, as friends.”

“I... I don’t know, okay? It’s just... It’s like you said. We’re never around. Our schedules are crazy... We’re only around each other, and...”

“And?”

“I guess I’m just frustrated.”

“Frustrated?” you repeated, not understanding what he was trying to say.

He sighed heavily, like he was having a major internal battle. “Yeah, frustrated. And you’re the only... available... person around.”

The gears in your head were finally clicking. Despite how smart you were, it amused Namjoon how slow you could be. “Oh... oh. Namjoon I-”

“I know, I’m sorry. I think that’s why I’ve been acting weird lately. I should probably just go,” he said, getting up to leave.

“Namjoon, wait,” you said, grabbing onto his arm. “Don’t leave yet.”

“Why not?”

“Well I’d really hate to be the cause of your stress... We work so close together. Wouldn’t you rather we talked it out?”

He sat back, looking uncertain. “I’m not sure it’s something you want to hear...”

“C’mon,” you said, stroking his thigh without much thought, “You made it this far. If you get it out in the open, you’ll feel better, right?”

“I guess...” he said, grabbing your hand and placing it away from him. “But you’re gonna have to not stroke me while I talk.”

“Oh, uh, sorry.” You hoped he wouldn’t notice your heavy blush. He did.

“Okay.” He took a deep breath. “Here we go.”

“I don’t think you realize the effect you have on us,” he started. Us? “You’re right, BigHit doesn’t want us dating, and so it’s really hard to find anyone around that we find attractive. But, fuck, you’re all there. You’re smart, you’re beautiful, you’re funny, you’re fun to be around. You’re just a great person all around. And then, I mean, how can you expect us not to notice you? With your habit of licking your lips... the way you roll your head back when you’re particularly tired... and when you come back from your morning runs and you’re sweating and breathing heavy I just-” he paused, shifting and trying to calm himself down a bit.

You’re not sure what you expected, but it certainly wasn’t that. And every time he said “us” you couldn’t help but get a little bit excited.

“There’s just so much I would do to you,” he said to no one in particular, his eyes hazy with lust as he averted your gaze.

“Joon,” you whispered, putting your hand back on his thigh. “Like what?”

His eyes snapped back into focus as he looked at you. “What?”

“What would you to do me?” He gulped at your question, and you were very aware of how his body was responding to you. “Remember when you said you wanted to thank me?” You moved your body onto his lap. You’d never seen yourself be so brazen before, but having him this close to you, having him at your mercy like this, they way he spoke, everything was getting to you.

“Call me daddy,” he instructed before putting his lips on you harshly and fully.

“Fuck, Joonie,” you moaned into his mouth. He laid a hard smack on your ass.

“What did I just say?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you whined.

“Take this off,” he instructed, playing with the hem of your shirt. You obliged, but being the little tease you are, you took it off slowly. “Off,” he commanded. You obeyed, eager to see what else he had planned for you. He played a bit with your bra strap before ordering you to take that off, too. You sat on his lap with your chest exposed to him. He flicked and pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers until you were squirming. You whined. “What is it, babygirl?”

“Daddy, I want more.”

“More what?”

“More anything. I need more.”

“You’re gonna have to do better than that, baby,” Namjoon said with a smirk. You blushed. You’ve never had to beg before, but for Namjoon you were willing.

“Please, Daddy,” you whined, grinding down on his crotch. “Please fuck me. Fuck me hard, please.”

“Is that what you want babygirl? You want Daddy to fuck you?” You nodded eagerly. He shrugged. “You’ll have to wait.”

“W-What?”

“Get down on your knees,” he ordered. “You know what to do.”

You did as you were told, playing with the buckle of his jeans a bit before a low growl told you to hurry up. You pulled his throbbing cock out of his jeans and salivated at the sight. Without further hesitation, you put the tip into your mouth and started pushing him in more slowly. “Fuck, that’s it babygirl. Good girl.” You stopped when he was about halfway in your mouth, but he kept pushing. “You can take all of it baby - fuck, yes - just like that. See? Good girl.”

You did this several times, somehow managing to get him all the way in your mouth before releasing him to take a deep breath. As you put him into you again, he grabbed a hold of your head and starting fucking gently. “Yes, shit, good job, baby. You’re doing so good.”

His words of praise you kept you going until he was finally rolling his head back and letting out a deep moan. “Shit, Y/N...”

Namjoon came into your mouth, and you kept sucking as he came, swallowing his hot cum. The action had you absolutely soaking.

You finally released him, gripping his thighs for support as you caught you breath, and the sight of you had him getting hard again.

“Get up, babygirl.”

You obeyed, standing up in front of him. He pulled down your skirt and panties at once and rubbed two fingers between your folds. “Damn baby. You’re so wet.”

“For you, Daddy.”

“What a good girl.” There he was making you blush for him. He slipped off his shirt and leaned back on the bed. “Come here and ride me, babygirl.”

Finally.

You got up and straddled him like you had before, grabbing his cock and stroking it gently. You tapped it twice against your thigh before slowly sliding it into you. “M’fuck...” you whimpered.

“Ah, fuck,” Namjoon groaned as you bottomed out, throwing his head back. “Shit, baby, ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

You did as you were told, bouncing up and down at a pace that had the both of you moaning like crazy. You’re sure you could be heard from 10 miles away, and it vaguely occurred to you that you weren’t in the privacy of your own home, but a hotel room. The thought slipped away, though, as Namjoon flipped you over, climbing on top of you and putting one of your legs over his shoulder so that he could access you at a better angle.

“Daddy!” you gasped as he hit your g-spot.

“Feel good, babygirl?”

“Yes!”

“Are you gonna cum?”

“Yes!”

“Hold it,” he commanded.

“W-What?”

“You heard me,” he growled. You whined. There’s no way you’d be able to, and Namjoon was honestly asking for you to disobey him because he dropped his face down to your neck, assaulting your weakest spots with his tongue. His free hand came to play with your clit as he fucked you relentlessly.

“D-Daddy! I can’t! I need to c-cum... Ah-Ah, please!”

“I said no.”

“But-”

“I said no.”

And as he fucked into you even harder you were nearly sobbing because you couldn’t take the pleasure, and the pace at which he fucked you without an orgasm had overstimulation coursing through your body.

“Daddy, please!”

As his breathing quickened and his pace faltered slightly, he gave you the okay, and you released without hesitation. Your orgasm hit you so hard you were seeing stars, and the clenching of your walls was enough to drive Namjoon to his own orgasm. “Shit!” he exclaimed, pulling out of you and painting your belly white.

And then you blacked out.

“Yah, Y/N! Wake up!”

Namjoon shook you gently but firmly, and for a second you were slightly confused as to why his naked figure was kneeled over you like that. Oh.

“Shit. Did I pass out?” you asked.

“Only for a minute,” he replied. “Here’s some water, though.”

“Oh, thanks,” you said, sipping it gratefully. Namjoon laid down beside you, breathing heavily. The two of you didn’t say anything, and the awkward tension lay thick between you.

“Um-” you both started at the same time.

“You first,” you said.

“I just hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship. Or our professional relationship.”

You shook your head. “’Course not. Just friends helping out friends, right?”

“Well if that’s the case, you know you have six other friends who’d like help too, right?”

You sat up as you felt Joon’s cum starting to dry up on you. “Hm, maybe. But first, how about you help me in the shower?”

He slapped your ass as you got up. “Gladly.”

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moyochu · 6 years ago

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the little prince(ss): knj

↬ how each member was welcomed into the land of fatherhood

jin ๑ yoongi ๑ hoseok ๑ namjoon ๑ jimin ๑ taehyung ๑ jungkook

* special thank you: to my love @kookcafe for helping me so much with this AND for so many of my other wips,,, our recent messages are literally all in caps,,, she’s best

kim namjoon never actually had his own kids— he never really got into relationships in the first place

he was constantly moving, going from one thing to the next

once he got good at something, he got bored with it, never taking the time to find happiness in it

one month he was studying psychology, the next month he was studying biochemistry, the third month he was dropping out, the month after that he was a tutor and the month after that one he wa— you get the point

anytime he found himself exceeding the surface levels of a something, he left it

so he most definitely had no patience or time for another life to intertwine with his

plus, there was no one ever interested in holding real conversations with him

no one matched namjoon’s level of sincerity

people either used him for his smarts or for fun-- he constantly felt like he was never taken seriously

so it got to a point where he really didn’t care so much about maintaining connections

he distanced himself from a lot of people, and lived his life quietly at the local library, not only reading books that piqued his interests, but reading books to children while their parents did their business in the library

he liked the children-- he really did. he thought they were all adorable in their own way, but he never really got attached to any of them... he never got attached to anything in general

then a little girl with lopsided pigtails came along

she was an enigma-- sometimes she would jump from shelf to shelf (at least the ones she could reach), but most days she would sit alone in the corner of the play section, a different kind of chapter book (ones middle schoolers would read) in her hand each day

she looked insanely young to be able to read long books like that which always confused namjoon, but he never asked her about it

he was more curious on the person she was and who she was

curiosity eventually got the best of him when namjoon wondered why he never saw the little girl’s parents.

he saw parents often, especially in the children’s area.

but it almost seemed like the girl would walk in and out on her own

one day, namjoon finally approached the girl and asked her how old she was

the girl looked up to his stature with wide, innocent eyes, instantly making namjoon’s heart quiver slightly

just slightly

“five,” she responds before directing her attention back to her book.

namjoon crouches down to her height before asking her if she could read the book she had in her hand

she replies softly without looking up, “no, not really.”

that confused namjoon, “then why are you holding it?”

before namjoon can react properly, the girl huffs before pouting cutely, “because the rest of the books are so boring. i want to read big books.”

yeah, namjoon thinks she’s the cutest thing that has ever entered this library

he discovers her name is chaeyoung and finds out a couple things about her like how she only likes her sandwiches without the crust and how she thinks charlotte’s web is the dumbest book ever written

so joon tries showing chaeyoung books they can read together

brother bear was a no

llama llama red pajama was a meh face

and dr. seuss was a, “how old do you think i am?”

namjoon didn’t answer that question

finally namjoon finds a book that catches chaeyoung’s eye

the little prince

chaeyoung was instantly draw to it and joon couldn’t complain: it was his favorite children’s book

and so it was while they were reading the little prince together that you walk in, hair flying out of your bun, eyes dry from staring at your book for way longer than needed

you are shocked to see a smile on your daughter’s face as she and a man (you don’t recall seeing before) reading a book together

all you ever heard from your daughter was complaints about how lacking the children’s section was

but here she was, excitedly pointing to some book

when your daughter finally notices you, she immediately runs into your arms, making you chuckle

joon watches the scene with soft smile as he waits to introduce himself

but before he could say anything, you smile and thank him for taking care of your daughter, leaving it at that

you are confused by the disappoint on his face

he was cute, you thought. but that’s where you would leave it at.

after chaeyoung’s father left you high and dry after empty promises of forever, you sworn off relationships

your trust was fragile and you didn’t want chaeyoung to have an unstable home environment

you also don’t think you could handle it again-- but no one has to know that

you just no longer feel the heat of young love, even though you are still young

dressing up isn’t your thing anymore either— you haven’t cared about how you’ve looked for a while now

you think you’re decent in looks but you never would describe yourself as pretty

plus, as a returning college student, you’re busier than ever, trying to match the pace of the much younger students

exam season is just around the corner, hence why you’re at the library way more often now

and as you now know what namjoon looks like, you notice him more in between bookshelves as you try your best to ignore his goddamn dimpled smiles

you are usually able to go by the days without the urge to converse with him, but one day, you’re simply a mess

you have an organic chem exam the next morning, and you weren’t processing anything at all

there were three empty cups of coffee surrounding the desk you were studying at, none of them actually giving you any energy

you find yourself on the verge of tears when namjoon hesitantly approaches you

fifteen minutes later, you’re about to pull your hair out while namjoon chuckles, pointing at your horrid book once more, trying to help you drill the info into your head

but nothing seems to click with the way he words it, so you shoo him away, telling him its okay and that you got it

also because he was more of a distraction than help

however, joon hates seeing you stressed

because it looks like the face chaeyoung makes when she gets stuck on a particular hard word-- like she wants to cry because she can’t get this one thing right

and all he wants to do is make her (and you) happy again

plus, joon wants to help you because he wants to know more about you

why wouldn’t he want to know more? chaeyoung is so interesting, how can her mother not be?

so joon keeps coming back around, but you only give in again when you look up to see a box of goldfish in his hands

this time, namjoon came prepared

he noticed you were more of a visual learner so he tried drawing out everything he was showing you

plus, he brought food-- you were sold

oh, and you thought it was insanely cute that he brought his own tiny whiteboard and marker to try to teach you in a way that you’d understand

after you two were done, you sigh as namjoon grabs the box of goldfish to munch on

“thank you, namjoon. this means a lot,” you smile while taking your hair out of your messy ponytail, shaking your head to let your hair finally breathe

joon’s hand pauses mid air while he watches you move your hair out of your face

“beautiful,” he whispers, chucking another goldfish in his mouth

you feel your stomach dance

after that day, it was as if things changed. you would often drop by with a cup of coffee for him and he would always leave small, encouraging notes on your laptop when you fell asleep

the more he smiled, the more your stomach hit you with that tingly feeling that you were terribly afraid of

yet the day you get your exam scores, you run up to namjoon, showing him your B+, hugging him in your excitement

when you awkwardly leave his embrace, both of you end of blushing and looking away, but joon eases your worries when he laughs, albeit with red cheeks, “i told you you can do it!”

the cheesy grins were stuck on both of your faces

later that night, you can’t stop thinking about your hug with namjoon, even though it’s just a damn hug

he has that effect on you-- one you wish he didn’t have

but here you are in front of your mirror, cheeks rosy with love as you slowly place your hands on your cheeks

you forgot what it was like to feel beautiful

you want to ignore the pounding of your heart, you so badly do, but as chaeyoung chatters on about namjoon and how much she loves him, your heart can’t help but ache at the sound of his name

chaeyoung snaps you out of your daze when she jumps onto your lap, arms locking around your neck

“mommy?” she mutters into the nape of your neck. “i want joonie to be my daddy.”

you don’t know how to respond so you simply sigh as you smooth out her hair; you expected that line to come sooner or later...just not sooner. she continues when she doesn’t hear you respond. “but i care about your happiness more.”

you melt at that as you hug the daylights out of your daughter, leaving kisses on top of her precious head. “you are a sweetheart, baby.”

she smiles back before shyly playing with her hands, “mommy, i memorized the bestest quote from the little prince today! joonie even told me what it means. he helped me practice how to say it right! do you want to hear it?”

you smile and chaeyoung takes that as a sign to continue. “it is only with the heart one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

you catch your breath. “what does it mean, baby?”

chaeyoung blinked at you with those beautiful brown eyes, her chubby hand reaching to point at you, “joonie said it’s how he feels about you, mommy.”

and for the first time in your life post the birth of your daughter, you decide to listen to your heart

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yminie · 7 years ago

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kitten | min yoongi (m)

pairing: Yoongi x Reader genre/warnings: smut, daddy!kink, rough(ish) sex. words: 11.4k summary: Yoongi’s focus on work has subjected your relationship to having a dry spell, and with a little prompting from your best friend, you tell him exactly what he should do. But you don’t make the rules kitten, and the game you’re choosing to play is a dangerous one.

"It's been how long?!" You winced at your best friend Jennie's pitch, tilting your head away from her slightly as she continued to comically gape at you, mouth open to complete the look.

"Um, three months... nearly?" You carefully regarded her as a multitude of emotions crossed her face, finally settling on confusion.

"Why in the world have you not had sex in three months? Is something wrong?" She briefly glanced down at your lower half and you crossed your arms over your stomach quickly, shaking your head.

"No! God no, we just haven't." Her brows pulled together.

"I know you girlfriend, you and Yoongi used to barely be able to keep your hands off each other. What's changed?" You shrugged carefully. "Is he not... performing properly?"

"It’s not quite like that he just..." You sighed deeply and leant back against the armrest, wrapping your fingers around your cup of coffee, trying to find words to say. "He doesn't want to." If she raised her brows any higher, they'd disappear into her hair and you quickly mumbled in Yoongi's defence. "Like; he's always too tired, some nights he doesn't even get home before I go to sleep. He's been running himself into the ground trying to produce this new album."

She watched you rub between your brows for a moment, quietly processing what you'd said with a gentle nod of her head. You knew she understood, considering she'd been going through similar things with Namjoon for a while now. She'd always understood the life of dating an idol. "Joon was talking about this the other night. He's been trying to convince Yoongi to leave when he does but the boys stuck to his chair in that studio. Have you mentioned this to him at all?" You shook your head.

"Last time I tried to bring up work with Yoongi it ended in that huge fight. We nearly broke up, and it's just fighting a losing battle. He's so talented and I'm so happy for him that he gets to do what he loves but I just," you huffed slightly, feeling your face heat up with emotion, "I-I just wish he'd take care of himself. Or at least let me help him. I live in his apartment for free because he refuses to accept my money, not to mention he doesn't want me to work even though it's only a casual job."

Setting your cup down on the table, you tucked your feet underneath yourself, snuggling further into the blanket draped across the two of you. She leant over to rest her head on your arm, bringing a hand up to pat yours in sympathy.

"I mean I love that he wants to provide for me and everything, but I feel useless just hanging around here all day. It honestly feels like I live here by myself. Considering the fact that there have been nights where I don't see him come home and I get up in the morning only to find that he's already left for training. Sometimes the only clue I get to show he's been home at all is dirty clothes in the basket and dishes in the sink." You sniffled carefully, refusing to let the tears well over as she continued to comfort you, rubbing a hand gently over your arm.

"Maybe just try to catch his attention and find a way to talk about this. He can't ignore how you feel, especially if it's making you this upset. Do you want me to ask Joon to talk to him about it?" You shrugged, shaking your head wearily.

"I don't know if that's the best idea. I would like to talk to him about things but it's just so hard to bring stuff like this up. Especially when he's barely home to talk to." She nodded slowly.

"How about you try and talk to him tonight and if it doesn't work we'll see if Joon can convince him to take some nights off. They're way ahead for schedule anyway." You nodded, giving her a watery smile as you blinked away the remaining moisture in your eyes. She pulled out her phone and typed a quick message happily before dropping it next to her.

"You're in luck? The studios building is closed for maintenance tonight so they're finishing early. They'll be here in about twenty minutes hopefully." She faced you straight on. "As for this sex nonsense," she rolled her eyes jokingly, pulling a chuckle from you, "we need to find something sexy for you to wear to bed tonight." She wriggled her eyebrows at you suggestively and the chuckle turned in to a full-blown laugh.

"Seriously? Am I talking to him tonight or seducing him?" She pulled you from the blanket pile on the couch and dragged you into your bedroom, grinning evilly.

"Why not both? Boys are always more willing to give you what you want after sex. You could tell them just about anything if it's after a good session." Her wink made you cringe, laughing again, and she pulled open your underwear draw, digging through and pulling out various lacy items and throwing them on the bed.

"Hey! I spent time organising those neatly. Be careful!" You caught another piece of lace flying through the air before turning back to her only to find her holding the skimpiest, laciest black bodysuit you owned – one you'd never quite had the courage to wear – with an absolutely shit eating grin on her face. "Are you kidding?"

"Come on! This is so hot!" You shook your head so hard you could swear your brain rattled inside your skull.

"Hell no! I'm not that desperate! Pick something else, or better yet let me pick something instead – considering they're my clothes!" She laughed, watching you gather all the bits off the bed before snagging the bodysuit from her hand and pushing it all back into the drawer.

"You never know when it could come in handy~" she sang, wiggling her fingers toward the drawer again and you quickly pushed it closed before she could snag something else.

"Yoongi's not really like that though," you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, "I know he probably likes that sort of stuff but I’m usually a lot more simple." She crossed her arms, looking at you in doubt, a smirk on her lips.

"How about we try things your way and if they don't work, we dig that bodysuit out of your little draw of secrets and try things my way." You grit your teeth and nod silently, not missing the shit-eating grin making another appearance on her face. Rolling your eyes as she clapped her hands happily, you opened the drawer to dig out a cute bralette set holding it up for her eyes to see before snagging one of Yoongi's shirts from his drawer. She nodded, still looking doubtful but you didn't care.

Throwing the clothes onto the bathroom bench, you faintly heard the front door open and a murmur of conversation trail into the lounge room. Jennie trailed out of the room before you, immediately being swept up in a hug by Namjoon as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, greeting each other sweetly. Yoongi had already disappeared into the home studio before you appeared, and you could hear him rattling around and unplugging things. Namjoon spotted you over the top of Jennie's head and put an arm out to give you a quick one-armed hug as you walked towards them. "Hey, ___ how you doing?"

"Yeah, good, yourself?" He nodded jerkily before looking up as Yoongi appeared through the door, laptop and multiple hard drives in hand as he tried to balance them all while clicking away at the keyboard.

"Good! Yeah..." You all slowly turned to look at Yoongi as he continued to search through his computer for whatever he was looking for before they both awkwardly looked back to you.

It took a moment but Yoongi finally lifted his gaze from the screen with a quick "Aha! There it is..." Before finding you with his eyes. "Oh hey jagi! See this here Namjoon-ah, this was what I couldn't find because..." He started rattling off words quickly, many of them technical that neither you nor Jennie bothered to try and understand and Namjoon quickly walked around to stand next to him, leaving his gaze on you for a moment longer before giving Yoongi his attention again, humming in agreement as he continued to babble.

"Still not that desperate? You're gonna need all the help you can get to pry that laptop from his fingers." Jennie whispered, rubbing her hands together uncomfortably and you knew she could feel the tension emitting from you towards the brick wall that was Yoongi's attention span to anything other than work.

"Nope. Not that desperate..." You murmured, settling yourself back on the couch, tuning out the conversation between the boys and focusing your attention back onto the TV.

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"Definitely not that desperate." You mumbled under your breath, turning your head and twisting to ensure you looked good from every angle, the bralette and panties still fit you well, thin enough and lacy enough to show a teasing amount of skin without being overly suggestive. It was comfortable at least. Finally throwing the large tee over your head, you quickly unlocked the bathroom door, slipping back into the bedroom quietly only to find it empty as usual. On a normal night you would just climb into bed and fall asleep waiting for Yoongi to come join you, but you wanted tonight to be different.

Crossing the living room quietly, you were unsurprised to hear an unfamiliar mix of beats start up, meaning he was mulling over yet another new set of lyrics. Quietly knocking on the door you gently swung it open only to find the back of his head facing you, headphones wrapped around to each ear and head smoothly bobbing along with the beat. You knew he wouldn't be able to hear you over the music going through the headphones let alone over his own mumbling as he scribbled lyrics messily across the notepad at his side.

You'd almost changed your mind, deciding it would just be easier to go lay in bed and hope he'd appear, but you knew that wasn't the case. So instead you continued into the room, pausing to stand behind his chair for a moment before leaning forward to hesitantly place a hand on his shoulder.

Yoongi didn't miss a beat, unflinching, and he briefly paused his writing to move the headphones back from his ear to hear you whilst still keeping the sound close. "Need something, jagiya?" His pen returned to the paper, scribbling out words and adding new ones in and you almost wanted to rip the damn pen from his fingers.

"Um, yeah, are you coming to bed soon? You've worked a lot today." He turned to look up at you in light confusion, letting his pen drop before finally moving the headphones all the way down to hang around his neck. You'd never really interrupted his home studio time before so you understood why he was surprised by your sudden appearance.

"I'm just finishing up some last minute things before I turn in. Shouldn't take me too long, an hour maybe?" He shrugged glancing back at the track and drawing your gaze to the computer screen. You may not produce music, but you'd learnt enough from being with him to be able to see that he'd only just started a new track and chosen the base beats.

"Just finishing up a song or starting yet another new one that could probably wait until tomorrow?" His gaze flickered back to you and if you could eat your words you would. He went as far as to turn his chair and grab you by the waist, pulling you closer to rest his chin on your stomach, looking up at you worriedly.

"Is everything okay? Why do you look so upset?" You shook your head, still staring at the screen, too nervous to look directly at his face. He noticed this immediately and shook you gently, drawing your attention back to him. "Hey," the hands on your waist pulled you even closer and down into his lap, a hand coming down to pull your legs up until they draped over his thighs, "talk to me."

"I just miss you Yoongi." You sighed, letting your head drop to lean on his shoulder as you let his familiar scent surround your senses as he let his chin rest on top of your head. "I don't see you much anymore." The last part was almost as quiet as a whisper but he still caught it, immediately pulling his head back and searching your expression with a sigh.

"It's my job, jagiya, you know I'm busy." You studied the dark circles under his eyes sadly, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek and his eyes fluttered shut as he leant into your palm.

"Too busy for me?" He sagged slightly in his chair as his eyes dragged back open in agitation, staring at you tensely for a moment.

"Don't take it there ___, you know this is my life." You could tell he was exhausted, which only meant he was even more susceptible to getting angry very quickly.

"I'm not taking it anywhere, I swear. I'm not here to fight with you." You let your hands smooth down from his shoulders to rest on his chest as you leant in, pressing a kiss to his jaw. Yoongi's hands brushed down to rest just below your hips, squeezing firmly as your kisses went first down then back up his neck, finally peaking over his chin to catch his lips with your own. He hummed lowly in response to your kiss, bringing both arms up to wrap around your waist and pull you tightly against his chest, your fingers tangling slightly in the hairs at the nape of his neck.

Slipping your leg across his lap, you settled one leg either side of him on the chair, straddling his thighs as you deepened the kiss, feeling his hands clench the fabric of your shirt in his hands, a soft moan breaking in your throat and your back arching. His lips broke from yours in a gasping breath before meeting your skin again, kissing along your jaw until he reached your ear, nipping carefully as you sighed in pleasure.

His hands quickly slipped underneath your shirt to meet your sides, scraping his short nails gently along your skin, causing goose bumps to rise to the surface and you shivered under his grip. Your hips automatically began to grind down onto his and your head rolled back in satisfaction, feeling him begin to slide the fabric up to reveal your underwear. His hands on your skin, finally, felt amazing...

Almost amazing enough that you could almost ignore the buzzing of his phone, the ringtone he had set for work quickly making an obnoxiously loud appearance. He quickly pulled back from your embrace, leaning around you in an attempt to search for his phone and you couldn't help but push yourself closer to him, trying kiss him again. "Ignore it Yoongi. Please." He chuckled but otherwise ignored you and your attempts to pull his attention back to you, pushing far enough forward that you had to slip back off his lap sooner than fall.

You gave it a final chance, slipping your hand over his as he finally located and grabbed his annoyingly incessant little device. "Yoongi, they can wait." All traces of amusement left his expression and he threw you a sharp look, tugging his hand from your hold.

"____, that’s enough." You winced as his tone cut through the air harshly and you quickly turned on your heel to slip from the room in embarrassment. His rejection stung yet you tried your hardest to hide how emotional you were really becoming. Yoongi said nothing but you could feel him watching as you left, the only sound a heavy sigh as he slumped back into his chair and answered his phone.

It wasn't until a few hours later that he finally dragged himself from the studio; feet sliding across the carpet of your bedroom and pushing the blankets back to expose his side. You said nothing as you rolled further onto your side to watch him as he sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing at his face exhaustedly. You brought yourself up to lean on your elbow, continuing to study him as he climbed under the covers.

Yoongi rolled until he faced you and you both silently regarded each other for a moment before he finally spoke. "I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier." He grabbed your hand in his own and bashfully played with your hand, fiddling with the ring on your finger. "You didn't deserve to be spoken to like that, I don't know what came over me..." You laced your fingers between his before sliding across the sheets to rest your head against his chest, his arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you closer.

"It's okay, I know you didn't mean it." You went quiet for a moment, relishing in the feeling of his fingers gently running over your shoulder, softly tickling the skin. "This is the first time I've seen you in bed for a while you know." He tensed slightly before you felt him nod.

"I know it is, I'm sorry I haven't been around much lately. I'm just trying to get as much of this album done as soon as possible so I don't have to worry about it later." You hummed in response, untangling your hand from his to slip it underneath his shirt, gliding over the bare skin of his stomach. He relaxed further under your touch, bringing his hand up to tuck behind his head and looking down at you. "I kind of lose myself when I start to write, you know that."

"I just wish you'd let me help you take care of yourself. You know I'd never pull you away from working on something important." You waited for him to nod before you continued. "I just feel like I don't exist in your world sometimes."

His face pinched slightly and he brought a hand up to grab your chin firmly, pulling your face to his and pressing a kiss to the side of your lips. "I'm so sorry jagi." You leant into his touch as you turned your head to meet his lips with your own. The kiss lasted a few moments before he interrupted it, pulling back far enough to whisper to you, "I missed you too, beautiful." He connected your lips again, pulling a soft moan from you as he deepened the kiss.

You pushed yourself closer to him, nails lightly digging into his hip as his tongue slid across your lower lip to be met with yours, his hand dropping from your chin to slide down your thigh before pulling your leg to drape over his hips. Your inner thigh was met with his hardening length and you purred lowly, pressing your leg down over it until he hissed, the kiss breaking for you to stare at each other darkly.

The pause was only momentary before you launched yourself over him, pulling at his lips with yours desperately and sucking his lower lip into your mouth as you crawled over him and straddled his hips, hand under his shirt pushing the fabric up until it bunched around his chest. Yoongi's back arched as your nails dragged across his skin and you met his groan with a sigh, unconsciously rolling your hips against his and whimpering happily at the pleasure spiking in your core.

Your determined attempts however, were cut short as he pulled away from you jerkily, pausing your movements as his jaw opened widely in a yawn, and your hope faded into concern as his eyelids drooped further. 'He's going to pass out from exhaustion,’ you thought as he went to grab your hips again, but you stopped his hands with yours, instead bringing one up until you could brush his knuckles with your lips. He could only watch, regretfully smiling at you, as he melted back into the pillow while you crawled over and onto your side of the bed again.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." Yoongi's mouth dropped open again as he yawned into his palm a second time and you chuckled, turning until your back faced him and letting him pull you into his chest as he spooned you lazily.

"It's fine baby, just get some rest." He hummed in reply, pushing his face into your hair and breathing deeply. Barely a minute passed before you could faintly hear his light snoring start, and you smiled disappointedly to yourself before letting your own eyes close.

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The first thing you noticed when you woke up the next morning was that you were much warmer than usual, and it took you a moment to realise that it was because Yoongi was still wrapped around you, head stuck to your chest as he contentedly snored into your breasts and his arms wrapped completely around your waist. It was so out of the ordinary you couldn't do anything but stare for a moment, smiling at the way his soft cheeks squished together and his lips parted cutely with every breath.

Reaching your hand up to the bedside, you grabbed your phone to check the time as your hand came up to run through his hair gently and you froze as you stared at the clock on the screen. Yoongi's comeback prep regularly and for the past 2 years had always begun at 8:30am unless otherwise stated and Namjoon typically came at 8:00 with the other boys to pick him up. The time 7:56 glared at you from the screen and your eyes flickered to Yoongi's – still peacefully sleeping – form in panic and back before you finally brought yourself to grab his shoulder, dropping the phone into the bed sheets. "Yoongi!"

He grumbled in sleepy agitation before pushing his face further into your chest, ignoring your hand shaking his shoulder as he attempted to go back to sleep. "Yoongi, wake up!"

"What?" He grunted, untangling his limbs from yours and rolling over to his side, face smushed into the pillow.

"You're late to work babe!" His head shot from the pillow and he stared at you with one eye open as he thought about what you'd said. Barely 3 seconds passed before you then watched him move the fastest you'd ever seen. Shooting up from the bed to rush into the closet, snatching whatever clothes he could find before bustling through to the shower, his dirty clothes flying across the room as the water started up. A faint knock on the front door sounded and he cursed loudly from inside the shower.

"Jagi, go tell him I'll be out in a second please." You nodded even though he couldn't see you and quickly got out of bed, rushing through the living room as you pulled on a pair of shorts. Pulling open the door you were met with a very sleepy Jungkook and he smiled at you shyly, rubbing the back of his head.

"Morning, Noona. Is Yoongi-hyung okay? He wasn't waiting outside and he hasn't answered his phone." You nodded, inviting him inside.

"He woke up late but he'll be out of the shower shortly." You told him to sit as you turned on the coffee maker, the smell of fresh coffee filling the room as you turned on the TV. "Did Namjoon send you up? They're waiting I assume?" Jungkook nodded, watching the cartoon that appeared on the screen distractedly.

"Yeah it's just us this morning though, the others are going to the dance studio today." You nodded at his reply, ducking your head into the studio to spot Yoongi's phone, quickly grabbing it – luckily for him – from the charger. You grabbed his portable charger and bag from the lounge in there before returning to the living area, hearing the shower turn off as you dropped his stuff on the couch.

Jungkook smiled to himself whilst watching silently as you moved around the kitchen, pouring Yoongi a cup of his favourite coffee in his special insulated tumbler and double-checking his keys and laptop were in his bag. Following them with the stack of USB’s he'd left on the table as the man himself stumbled through the door, hopping on one foot as he desperately tried to get his left shoe on. He paused for a moment and stared at you in grateful disbelief as you held out his coffee and bag, rushing over to sweep you up in his arms momentarily and press kisses to your face, making you giggle lightly. He grabbed both items from your arms and motioned for Jungkook to leave with him. He'd almost made it through the door before you caught his attention again.

"You'll be freezing later, it's coming into winter Yoongi. Take your hoodie!" You snatched the jumper from the back of one of the dining chairs, skipping across to hook it over his arm and he chuckled, grabbing your chin to kiss you again.

"My little lifesaver, I'll see you later okay?" He stroked your cheek gently before finally rushing through the door, Jungkook hot on his heels pausing briefly to shoot you a smile.

"He's lucky to have you." You raised your eyebrows at the young man as he flashed his teeth at you sheepishly, you grinning back at him, before jogging lightly after Yoongi. "Good to see you, Noona!"

"Bye, Kook! Have a good day you two." You watched them climb into the elevator and Yoongi turned to press the button, lifting the tumbler towards you.

"So good!" You laughed as he drank eagerly, the doors closing on them while Jungkook waved sweetly from behind his hyung and you shook your head in amusement, turning back into the apartment. Sure, you'd made no progress with the sex side of your relationship but you already felt a lot better than you did yesterday.

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"So you almost had sex twice? But both times were interrupted?" Jennie stared at you over the rim of her coffee cup in disappointment and you nodded glumly.

"Basically." You shrugged, toying with the sugar packets in front of you, the cafe you both regularly visited was quiet today. The sparse scattering of patrons largely being college students and the occasional elderly person giving it a calm atmosphere, along with your favourite chairs being the old armchairs in the corner. It was all very homey; a nice break from the four walls you lived within.

"I would've smashed Joon's phone if I was in your situation. I'd never survive 3 months high and dry. I mean Namjoon and I barely go two days without some kind of-" you made a gag noise and she smirked up at you.

"Please spare me the unnecessary details. I don't want to think about that." Jennie laughed before lowering her voice back to normal.

"I'm surprised you let him go the second time though. I mean you could've done the work, I know you'd have to have stamina in those legs after being with him for so-" you balked, throwing multiple sugar packets at her head as she laughed loudly, shielding her face from the onslaught and rousing looks from the other customers sitting closest to you.

"Can you not?" You hissed, "God, you're too open for your own good." She shook her head as her giggles died down, clearing her throat and standing from her seat. You followed her out of cafe, waving in goodbye to the owners as you slipped through the door.

"So you still don't think you're desperate enough for my ideas?" You thought back to the way you felt this morning, just days after Yoongi and his unscheduled sleep in, and remembered the way you woke up, again, with a particularly insistent ache between your thighs and your boyfriend nowhere in sight.

"Well do you have any ideas other than that god-forbidden lingerie? Because I'm not quite up for that." She raised her eyes brows at you cheekily.

"Do I have ideas? Oh honey, don't forget who you're talking to here." She ignored your eyes rolling and laced her arm around yours to huddle together, the both of you trailing down the frosty footpath, slowly finding your way back to her car.

Once you were inside the vehicle, heater blaring and fingers slowly defrosting in the gusts of warm wind shooting through the vents, she turned back to you. "Yoongi's not a hyper active person right? He's quite calm, and he concentrates well on his music; good for Bangtan, bad for you. I honestly feel like your best bet isn't trying to get his attention. It's grabbing him by the balls and making him pay attention."

"And how do I do that?" You were amused, raising an eyebrow doubtfully.

"Well, I'm not sure. What do you guys normally do?" She smirked again.

"What do you mean?" She rolled her eyes at your furrowed brows and turned her body until she fully faced you, leaning closer to you and leaning an elbow on the centre console.

"When you and Yoongi have sex, what kind of sex do you have?" Your mouth dropped open and you struggled to find something to say, eyes widening at her brashness. "I know you don't like talking about it but I need to know girlfriend." You sputtered as you finally found your tongue again.

"You need to know?" She shrugged.

"You're the one that wants help. I can help better if I know more." You took a deep breath before you answered her original query.

"We just... Have sex?" She stared at you, amused, and waited for you to say more. "I don't know! We don't really do anything out of the ordinary." She leant back into her chair again, tapping against the steering wheel.

"Have you guys ever talked about kinks? Wanting to try something different?" You shook your head, deep in thought, and she cleared her throat to get your attention.

"Namjoon and I ¬– and I know you think it's awkward to talk about, but, bear with me – when we first got together we didn't talk about sexual things or discuss stuff we wanted to try. And over time the sexual drive sort of fizzed out, but we were open about it and talked about things we were curious to test out and since then the sex just got better and better. Maybe you and Yoongi should talk about it." You blushed heavily just thinking about that sort of conversation, even with Yoongi. You had no clue how she expected you to talk to him about it.

"How do I even bring that sort of shit up though? That's so uncomfortable!" You whined childishly.

"We can always find stuff out another way? But something tells me you won't like this idea either." Your brows furrowed as she reversed from the parking space.

"How?" She bit her lip and stayed silent, eyes flicking between the road and you cheekily. "Jennie, how?"

"Let's go visit my lovely boyfriend. He got home early today." Your head shook frantically but she ignore your protests, continuing her course to their apartment complex.

And so you found yourself sitting across from the two of them, refusing to look anywhere other than at the fibres of the rug in middle of their living room, tapping your toes gently on the fabric as Jennie reiterated the situation to Namjoon.

"So, I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask you if... Yoongi's ever mentioned anything?" You heard Namjoon chuckle and your cheeks were quick to heat up in embarrassment, silently begging to be sucked into the cushions of the couch and into oblivion. Unfortunately, life didn't work that way.

"I mean he's never directly told me if he's had problems with way you two... do things." Your gaze shot to his face, finding him already looking at you with light amusement. "But I can tell you he definitely has a darker side. When we were younger, before he met you, he would talk about all manner of things." Jennie leant forward in curiosity, silently gesturing for him to reveal more and he grinned, nudging her as he continued. "Well I don't want to say too much, but some of the stuff he'd talk about even made me raise my eyebrows. And I'm not exactly vanilla." You laughed through your embarrassment, burying your face in your hands and Jennies tinkling laugh joined yours.

"Okay, I get it." Namjoon shrugged with a chuckle and smiled at you in that same cheeky way Jennie does. Who influences whom in that relationship?

Namjoon retired to his home studio and Jennie drove you home, breaking the lull in conversation as she pulled into the parking lot. "Tonight... I want you to try something." You groaned at her words, hitting your head back against the headrest of the car seat.

"What? Please don't put me up to something grotesquely explicit." She shook her head with a laugh, staring out into the lot as she continued.

"It's only light, trust me. Tonight, when he gets home, don't give him the option to choose between you and work. Tell him what to do." You frowned.

"Like... talk dirty?" She nodded.

"From past conversations I've had with Joon and from what I gathered today, I don't think he'll be opposed to it." She shrugged. "It wouldn't hurt to wear that bodysuit either. I dunno, give it your best try. At the end of the day, he's not some stranger; he's your boyfriend and he loves you. You just gotta... remind him that he doesn't pull rank some times." She chuckled and you thought about what she'd said, climbing out of her car. "Good luck! Let me know if you get laid! We're rooting for you!" She threw you a wink and you face palmed as you waved her off, chuckling in semi disgust.

Her laugh echoed softly in the half empty lot, and you watched her depart as you stood waiting for the elevator, nodding to yourself in reassurance. "Talk dirty... okay."

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Your afternoons typically went by pretty fast, but today seemed to drag on. The clock only seeming to tick slower when you thought about your conversation with Jennie earlier. After careful deliberation you'd reluctantly settled on 'What the hell have I got to lose.'

Finally deciding to give in, you'd cringingly pulled the lacy black demon out of your draw, staring at it for some time before eventually putting it on, after which you'd spent the majority of your time spinning in the mirror and inspecting every angle. As much as it made you cringe, you had to admit it looked good. And it was something Yoongi would never expect, considering he had no clue you even owned a piece of lingerie like this.

After the third wipe down of the kitchen counters and yet another load of washing done, you admitted defeat, pulling out your phone and texting Yoongi.

What time are you getting home tonight? x

Your fingers hovered over Jennies name in your text messages for a moment before you clicked into the thread, typing out a message to her as well.

Plan is a go. I put it on.

Her reply was immediate.

Jennieee: wtfffff yes girl. Show me!!

You frowned but gave in nonetheless, girly instinct for your best friends approval winning over nervousness. Snapping a quick photo, you quickly pulled your dress down and sent it through before you could chicken out and stare at the picture too long. She must have been waiting for you because as soon as the photo sent it was seen. The little bubble box popped up to show you she was replying just as Yoongi's own reply came through.

MinSuga: couple hours to go jagi x maybe 8?

You sighed at his reply, looking at the clock only to see that 8pm was in fact three hours away, and you knew that if you waited too long in this get up you would chicken out and end up taking it off. You contemplated texting back before Jennie’s reply came through and you found yourself typing replies straight away.

Jennieee: so hot! I told you it would look good!! Even Joon agrees ;) what time is Yoongi getting home??

Wtf?? Why would you show him you weirdo!! And Yoongi said 8?

Jennieee: he's sitting next to me so he saw but it was an accident. Wtf! No way is he getting home that late. Send him a photo! TELL HIM he needs to come home.

You bit your lip as you mulled over the idea, shaking your head at the beginning of her message.

You're so dumb. Accident my ass. I don't want to piss him off? He gets annoyed if I interrupt work... Do you think it'd work??

Jennieee: if he's a normally functioning man he will come home. Send nudes ;)

You know I've never sent a sexy photo let alone a nude in my life right?

Jennieee: trust me this one time and just send one! :*

Fine!!

Standing from the couch, you walked through the apartment until you stood at the foot of your bed, throwing the phone down to dig through Yoongi's side of the closet. Finally settling on a black button up long sleeve shirt, you pulled your dress over your head before slipping your arms into the shirt. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a minute or two, posing a few different ways before grabbing your phone again. After a few trial and error shots you finally caught the hang of it, eventually picking the best photo out of the bunch. Laying back on the bed you carefully considered sending it before opening Jennie’s thread again.

What do I do if I send it and he turns me down?

Jennieee: send another and another until he gives in. ;D

Chuckling, you decided that you had procrastinated enough, finally clicking back into Yoongi's thread and sending the photo through.

Image. jpg - come home now? x

It took a minute or two before he opened it and even less than that before multiple replies came though all at one.

MinSuga: and just what are you up to? MinSuga: fuck jagiya MinSuga: you look so fucking good??

Chewing on your lower lip you tried to channel your inner Jennie, sending him a reply quickly.

It looks better in person. Make me wait too long and I might just have to put it back where it came from.

The little typing bubble popped up a couple times and you laughed as you realised that meant he couldn't figure out what to say. A surge of confidence swept through you and you found your fingers moving before you could control them. Your brain producing all manner of phrases you'd only heard in racy novels or on the Internet.

Tick tock jagi, don't make me wait even longer than you already have.

I'm so ready for you, all you need to do is come home and make me come.

And I'll do whatever you want afterwards...

It's been so long... I get so wet just thinking about you.

The speech bubble on his side cut off and after a moment of silence, your phone started buzzing in your hand and you yelped in alarm, almost dropping it in shock. Writing the dirty words was one thing. Saying them was a completely different ball game. Taking a deep breath and gulping down your anxiety, you answered the phone hesitantly.

"Hey."

"And just what are you playing at?" You faintly heard the sound of a car door closing and grinned in triumph, relaxing and spreading yourself across the bed as you listened to the purr of his cars engine start up.

"I'm not sure what you mean?" You feigned innocence, hearing him start to drive in the background.

"Don't play that crap with me jagiya. This is new... You're not normally this daring." You chuckled, running your fingers through the ends of your hair.

"Maybe I've just gotten sick of waiting for you to offer to fuck me. I'm not asking anymore, I'm telling." His chuckle matched yours, only darker and deeper than you'd ever heard it.

"You're playing a dangerous game here." You hummed in reply and he continued to speak. "Take a wild guess as to who's the better player, kitten."

It didn't take long for all traces of moisture in your mouth to disappear and your shock was tangible through the line of the call as you could hear his laughter echoing from the other side, the unfamiliar pet name catching you off guard. "I-I, what the fuck." You whispered, mouth continuing to open and close as you grasped for something to say.

"I'll be home shortly kitten, you'll wait for daddy on the bed won't you?" The line crackled as it was cut off and the faint beep broke your frozen stance as you pulled back to stare at the blank screen for a moment, blinking slowly.

"What have I gotten myself into?" The force of your back hitting the bed causing you to bounce lightly. In the midst of your nervousness the minutes passed like seconds and suddenly the front door was opening, the jingle of Yoongi’s keys in the door like a shockwave in your bones and you were shaking, hands fisting the bed sheets and yet finding no purchase to anchor you.

Taking a deep breath you sat up in place in the middle of the bed, legs folded beneath you and listened silently for Yoongi’s footsteps in the hallway, but they never came. Two minutes passed, then three and finally five minutes before your curiosity got the better of you. Sliding yourself down the end and off the bed, you padded across the carpet and peaked into the hallway, spotting Yoongi’s shoes at the doorway and yet the man himself was no where to be found. Deciding to venture further down the hall, you paused at the door way to the living room, listening once more to see if you could hear him anywhere in the apartment, but it was deathly silent.

Had he gone into his studio? You had to be kidding yourself, and you quickly crossed the apartment to peer through the crack in the door. Finding you couldn’t see anything past the wall next to his desk, you shuffled closer in an attempt to see further inside without actually opening the door, and you seemed to be concentrating so hard you missed the shuffle of clothing behind you.

You were pressed against the wall, unable to scream in alarm around the hand that had appeared over your mouth, the other against your hip to help pin you to the wall, and you would have panicked if it weren’t for the familiar scent of Yoongi’s cologne surrounding you in a welcome cloud of comfort that had you relaxing in his arms instantly.

His chest and hips moulded to your back, fitting so perfectly against you and you couldn’t help leaning back into his embrace, head tipping back to rest against his shoulder. His hand had yet to release your mouth and you stretched your eyes in an attempt to see his face, but he held you firm, unyielding in his determination to keep you pinned. Finally he ducked his head, the lightest of stubble gently scraping the arch of your neck until his lips brushed the shell of your ear, his voice low and rumbling like thunder in your bones.

“Naughty kitten, I thought Daddy told you to wait on the bed.” Your eyes fluttered momentarily, the tone of voice he’d chosen to use was mostly unfamiliar, but the way it made your core clench and thighs tighten triggered a moan deep in your throat, and you felt his smirk rather than saw it. “What made you think it was okay to ignore my orders?”

His hand released your mouth but didn’t stray far, sliding down until his palm swallowed your throat. Your eyes, already lidded, slid shut at his touch and you couldn’t help but swallow tightly against his grip. The hand gripping your hip wound around your front, still holding you tightly against him and you sensed this time he was waiting for your reply.

“You-” your voice strained against the pressure on your neck and you swallowed once more, not missing the way his thumb stroked against your jaw at the feeling. “You didn’t come, to the room. I waited I swear-” Tightening his hold on your throat, he shushed you, using the arm around your front to flip you very suddenly, and in a flash of movement you were suddenly facing him, feeling a lot smaller than you normally would in his arms. And you were sure it had something to do with the way his eyes were glazed over, staring down at you darkly like you were a delicious three-course meal and he hadn’t eaten in days.

“And that’s an appropriate reason to do as you please?” You shrunk further under the intensity of his gaze; the lack of blood getting to your brain making your thoughts fuzzy and all you could focus on was how much you wished he would kiss you. He clicked his tongue against his teeth in light annoyance and you dragged your eyes back up to his from where they’d drifted onto his lips with your thoughts. “Are you even paying attention at all kitten?”

Chewing on your lip, you hesitated to answer, unsure if he was waiting for your response or not. A moment of silence settled between you and your lips parted in preparation to speak but you were forced into moving before you could form a coherent sentence. Yoongi pulled you from the wall, the hand on your back gripping the black button down you’d stolen from his closet and used it to guide you backwards, keeping your neck in place and forcing you to trust that he wouldn’t run you into anything.

Moments later the amount of light around you dimmed and you could tell he’d walked you into the hallway and towards the bedroom. Heat flashed through your body and you could tell he could see the excitement in your eyes, his composure cracking slightly and the hint of a smile kinking the corners of his mouth in a perceptively sinister way.

His footsteps quickened in pace and you stumbled momentarily before you were suddenly released, falling back through the empty air with a squeal that caught in your throat as your back bounced roughly onto the bed. Barely a breath passing through your lips before he was on you, hands tugging impatiently until the shirt was thrown to the side and no part of your ensemble was hidden. Your hands twitched with the habitual urge to cover some part of yourself from his intense inspection, but you stopped yourself reluctantly, knowing he’d just hold your arms down if you tried.

“You look amazing, kitten. Now where did this naughty little outfit come from?” Your eyes cast down to the hands that were stroking gently across your inner thighs, legs spread and knees hooked around his hips. His length was already hardening in his jeans, and you could fully see the effect you were having on him.

“I’ve had it for a while now.” You chewed on your lower lip, catching his attention with the small movement and he leant down until his body was completely covering yours, but not touching, lips barely a hairs breadth away from yours and your throat closed in; you weren’t breathing but you didn’t notice.

“Hmm, then you’ve been keeping it from me.” His hand drew back until only his fingertips met your skin and began the ascension up your thigh, fingers parting the closer they got to your core until they barely brushed the outline of your heat through the thin lace covering you.

You finally found your lungs as you gasped in a breath at his barely-there touch, watching his lips tilt into a smirk at your reaction to his teasing and his hand continued to rise up your body, more of his hand gradually meeting your skin until his full palm swept up your chest and back around your throat. In a blink his lips were on yours in a bruising kiss that stole your breath again, hand around your throat making your head spin in the best way and his other hand twisting into your hair.

Ripping your lips from his own, he pulled the hair in this fingers until your head was forced to the side with a jerk, the burn against your scalp doing nothing to sway the sharp bolts of pleasure rushing down your body and meeting deep in your core, a deep throb making your hips buck and the blood rushing in your ears making them burn.

His mouth met your cheek and he sucked kisses onto your jaw, and the closer he got to your neck the harder he sucked, teeth nipping at your delicate skin and you could only imagine the purple bruises that were going to be littering your skin later. He leant down to your ear, his mouth only millimetres away, but his voice was muffled through the white noise raging in your skull.

“Daddy doesn’t like it when you hide things kitten.” A dark haze crept around the edges of your eyesight and your eyes fluttered open and closed, your mouth doing the same at your lack of air and all of a sudden he was gone, the hands around your throat and in your hair grabbing your hips and with a twist of his arms he’d flipped you, your face now pressed into the mattress and lungs burning as you drew in a ragged breath.

Gasping for air, you moaned through the rough dryness in your throat as his firm hands run up and down your back, massaging you soothingly as he waited for your breathing to return back to normal. “Is this too much for you jagiya?” He whispered into your hair, sweeping the strands covering your neck away and pressing gentle kisses against the bruises blooming under your skin. You hummed happily and nuzzled your face into the blanket, shaking your head.

“Use your words, princess.” Head turning to the side, you let one eye crack open and peered up at him, hands beneath you fisting in the sheets and you smiled softly.

“I’m okay.” His brow arched and your smile dropped before you realised your mistake. “I’m okay daddy.” A growl rumbled deep in his chest and you saw the flash of a sinister smirk before he was out of your sight, disappearing behind you far enough that if you couldn’t already feel his weight behind you on the bed, you almost could have sworn he’d left.

His hand swings down and meets the thickest part of your ass, bouncing off with the force behind the hit and you whimper, burying your face into the blanket again, the sound of your panting breaking the silence of the room as he massages the reddened skin. You sound like a bitch in heat, and if you could focus on anything other than his hands on you, you’d probably find it within yourself to be embarrassed.

Yoongi’s touch disappears only to hit you once more, on the other side this time, but he doesn’t hesitate to continue his assault on your exposed skin, raining hits across your ass yet somehow never in the same spot, until you’re a whimpering, wriggling mess and he’s forced to sit on the backs of your thighs to stop you from escaping.

“Stop moving kitten, it’s not going to get you anywhere.” His nails stab into you as he grabs two handfuls of the flesh on your hips, squeezing until your hands fly out from beneath you to stop him. He’s quick to restrain you, one hand easily holding your arms down against your back. “Grab your elbows.” The dominance in his voice washes over you and your body automatically responds, back arching and hands cupping your elbows behind you.

“Good girl, kitten.” He hums, hands dropping from your arms to grab your waist, and then your hips are in the air, kneeling with your legs between his and your thighs pressed together. Hands brush over you until he grips you beneath the swell of your ass, thumbs hooking underneath the now soaking wet fabric covering the last of your decency and brushing against the sensitive skin on either side of your entrance.

“Please.” You mewl, trying your hardest not to push your hips back against him, and he chuckles darkly before rearing his hand back, swinging his palm forward and hitting your clit perfectly. You shudder beneath him, hips swaying and legs buckling below you until he’s forced to catch you and right your position.

“Tsk, tsk, kitten. You can’t expect me to give you what you want when you can’t even address me properly. I’m disappointed.” You whine as his hands retreat from your dripping heat, trying your hardest to turn your neck and make eye contact. Seeing your struggle, he leans forward slowly, biting his lip as your glowing face comes into view, lips swollen from your teeth digging in and the prettiest blush he’d ever seen spread across your cheeks and the tip of your nose.

“Ngh- No! Please, daddy! I swear I’m trying my hardest!” He can’t help the soft smile that spreads across his face, leaning down to run his lips across your flushed cheekbone, and your brows furrow in confusion momentarily before you smile sweetly back at him, leaning into the caress.

“You look so beautiful like this.” His voice is hushed, almost a whisper in your ear, and right as your eyes close his hands rush in, tugging the fabric covering you to the side and groaning when you take two of his fingers with no resistance. You gasp noisily, choking on your breath and whining loudly as he buries his fingers deeper inside you, just the right amount of pressure and thickness. You can faintly feel the way you leak around his fingers, wetness trailing down and making a mess on your inner thighs for him.

“You’re so wet baby, you like when daddy tells you what to do?” Scissoring his fingers inside you, he tilts his wrist slightly and digs deeper, teeth finding his lip and eyes sliding shut as your loud moans vibrate through the hot velvet encasing him.

“Daddy!” Your nails are digging in hard enough to draw blood from your arms, but you don’t notice the pain. Your face is buried into the bed and you can’t breath properly but you can’t seem to care, your entire focus is set on the way Yoongi’s fingers are nudging against the sweetest of spots inside you and the sweet release you’ve been waiting for that’s rushing towards you faster than you care to admit. He’s got you spun so tightly that all it would take for you to cum would be the lightest jerk of his fingers and it terrifies you almost as much as it excites you.

Yoongi can feel the telltale throbbing inside you start to grip his fingers and he pumps his fingers a little bit faster, delighting in the way you jerk and arch beneath him. Your whole body is blushing in front of him and he’s so painfully hard but the darkest part of him says he has to have your cum on his tongue first, before he puts his own on yours.

Pulling back until he has a full view of you spread out before him, he tongue peeks between his lips and he stares down at the way his fingers glide in and out of you. The way you’re moaning he can tell you’re about to come and he leans down to your entrance, pumping faster and faster until your cries cease all together and your breath catches in your throat. And then his mouth is on you, tongue buried deep where his fingers had just been and you’re screaming, voice cracking around the muffled cries you can’t control and he has to hold your hips in place with his arms wrapped around your thighs.

Easing you down from your high, he slips his tongue free from your core, catching the little drops that managed to escape him the first time. He’s moaning against you, feeling your thighs shake in oversensitivity while the tip of his tongue, bathed in your release, slides over your swollen clit until your hips are jerking in an attempt to escape the painfully sensitive pleasure.

“Thankyou, daddy.” Your voice is broken and shakes along with the vibrations still thrumming through your body and his eyes shoot up to where he can just see your face, red and puffy with glassy eyes, and you’re still so stunning it amazes him.

“How are you feeling princess?” His touch is gentle now, caressing you softly and attentive hands are encouraging you to unravel your arms and roll to the side. Your breathing is starting to slow and your face is stretched with a grin, and you can’t stop the giggles bubbling up in your throat.

“Good daddy, really good.” Your legs are wrapping carefully around his waist and he takes the subtle hint, leaning over until his face is level with your own. His lips grazing across your forehead gently until they meet yours with a bit more force, but you can tell he’s holding himself back to make sure you’re alright and while your heart swells, you choose to acknowledge his sweetness later.

“Daddy?” You mumble, fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt, and you arch your back to press your chest against his. You can feel him smiling against your lips before he pulls back to look down at you, a dark glint in his eyes when he feels just how close his throbbing length is to your core. He hums at you, raising one eyebrow in question. “I want it in my mouth.”

His hand comes up immediately, cupping your jaw while he groans, eyes lidded and hips jerking closer to yours at the mere mention of getting himself anywhere near your mouth. “What do you want in your mouth kitten?” He smirks when you blush, biting his lip to hide his chuckle when your gaze drops from his. After everything he can still turn you shy and he absolutely adores it.

“Your cum, daddy.” The words were so quiet that if he hadn’t been so close to you already he definitely would have missed them.

“Fuck, princess.” His head drops to your shoulder and his hands tug at his belt, throwing it aside quickly before he gets to work on his jeans, and you slip your fingers under the hem of his shirt to stroke you hands up his smooth chest, running over all the little dips and up to his shoulders until he’s forced to let you slip the material over his head.

His pants are soon stripped from his legs and he shuffles back off the bed, prompting you to sit up and slid down to the floor in front of him. His hands fist at his sides, clenching momentarily as he gazes down at you and loving the way you’re silently sitting there waiting for him to tell you what he wants.

His hands find your cheeks first, cupping your face and tilting your chin up to where it’s perfectly in line with his length. Your eyes can’t help drifting to stare at it, mouth watering as the little beads of moisture run down the head and onto his shaft. The hunger in your eyes pushes him to his limit and he can’t wait any longer.

Guiding his length to your mouth, he hisses when your lips pucker to meet the tip, the precum leaking from him covering your lower lip and making it shine like gloss. It’s so fucking pretty and he has to look away in an attempt to pace himself. Pulling you closer his teeth catch his lip as yours encase the head of his length, tucking perfectly around the swell and sucking teasingly, drawing him further into your mouth.

Groaning, his head tips back as the pleasure washes over him and he releases your chin to twist his fingers back into your hair. His hips start to thrust, shallowly to begin with before he eases deeper into your mouth and the little noise you make when he touches the back of your throat drives him wild.

Your hands come up to hold his hips as you meet his thrusts, relaxing your throat around him and pushing yourself forward. His hips buck at the feeling and you choke a little, drawing back to take a breath quickly and then you push yourself down his length as hard as you can, saliva and precum spilling out onto your lips and his hands messing up your hair. You love this, and you love the way he’s lost in the pleasure of your touch, head dropping forward while his eyes are clenched shut tightly, brows furrowed and little grunts breaking through his lips.

He’s getting closer to his high and he can feel his control slipping, hips coming forward a little faster and pressing against the back of your throat a little harder until a particularly hard thrust has him slipping further into the back of your mouth and his tip slips right into your actual throat. Cursing loudly, his eyes flash open to look down at you in alarm, he’s never gone that far and it feels fucking amazing but he doesn’t want to hurt you.

“Fuck baby, does that hurt?” He’s shocked when you push even further down his length, nails digging into his thighs and throat spasming around his tip in your body’s effort to reject his intrusion, and he’s once again in awe of you, eyes squinting and body shaking as his orgasm is suddenly upon him.

“I’m gonna cum kitten.” He’s gasping and rolling his hips, and you open your eyes at the last second to watch him come undone, swallowing around his hot length, and his own eyes shoot open to catch yours before he’s cumming with a shout, watching sweet little tears trail down your cheeks. “That’s it, swallow… swallow. Good girl.”

He’s far enough down your throat that you can’t actually feel his cum, but you still swallow reflexively under his orders and he hisses, drawing back and easing your mouth off his length slowly. You cough a little and your throat is burning like hell, but the way he’s looking down at you makes it all worth it.

He kneels in front of you, cupping your face and caressing the tears from your cheeks, and pulls you close to press a kiss to your lips, tongue flicking against yours slowly. Pulling you back up to stand, he eases you back onto the bed until you’re laying beneath him once more, lips never leaving yours, and makes sure you’re comfortable before releasing you to undo your lingerie, hands following the fabric as it slips from your feet and lands somewhere amidst the sheets.

You moan roughly when his fingers brush against your core once more, sliding easily through your wetness and you grab his hand without thought, pulling him until he was covering you once more. He shakes his head with a chuckle, letting your impatience slide, using his other arm to wrap your legs around his waist. Gripping his length, he pumps himself a few times, catching your eye while you bite your lip at the sight, and then he’s finally lining himself up with your entrance and sliding home.

He feels like heaven buried deep and you both groan in pleasure as you tighten around his length, feeling him throb and swell inside you. Your back arches with his thrusts, and the earlier abuse on your throat leaves you silent, breathing high pitched and squeaking brokenly as he hits the perfect spots inside you.

“God I love you.” His face is buried in your neck while he moans and pants, hips rolling smoothly and almost lazily. You’re so wet and warm and it’s all for him, and the way you make him feel makes his head spin. Not that you’re fairing any better with the way his pelvis is grinding against your clit and his tongue is lapping at your neck. Every sensation is filled to the brim with his essence and you cum again without warning, arms wrapped around his neck and teeth digging into his shoulder.

“Yoongi!” He swears under his breath as your core wraps around him even tighter, releasing himself from your grip and sitting back on his heels, watching the way your body moves against his hips, breasts bouncing so fucking nicely and head thrown back from the pleasure he gives you. Lacing his fingers between yours, he pumps into you faster and harder, listening to you whimper for him, and his body burns from the inside out while his hips stutter. He comes loudly and jerkily, cum pushed as deep inside you as you let him, and he loves to watch the way it follows him out, slowly dripping from you and onto the sheets.

You curl into his chest when he settles beside you, sighing happily while you listen to the way his heart beats quickly in his chest. His fingers are playing with your hair and you’re tracing the way his muscles dip on his bicep, the silence is comfortable and soothing after the chaos and you find yourself falling asleep like that, sideways on the bed and still completely naked, your favourite person in the world wrapped around you.

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You can feel how sore your throat is before you open your eyes, squinting at the soft light emitting from the lamp beside you and taking a deep breath before you look around you. It takes you a moment to realise that you’ve woken because Yoongi is stroking your back, and you roll to face him, finding him smiling softly and holding a glass of water and Nurofen in his other hand. Taking both from him you down the painkillers and drink the water, closing your eyes as his fingers brush your hair back from your face. He’s ordered takeout and you can smell it in the kitchen, but with the way your body aches even just sitting there you know you’re going to need help getting anywhere near it.

“-“ You try speak but nothing comes out, not even the hint of a whisper and he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. You bite your lip with a smile, realising how you’ve lost your voice and you wince as your vocal chords try to make sound in order for you to laugh, but there’s nothing but silence coming from your throat anytime soon.

“Yes, I was wondering if you would lose your voice from earlier.” He shakes his head with a smile, standing from the bed and holding out his hands to take yours, pulling you from the bed and onto shaky legs. He helps you into the lounge and feeds you honey chicken, wrapping you in blankets and massaging your legs, and you couldn’t be more content. Yoongi is finally home for a night, and while you know it’s not going to be like this every evening, you’re ready to make it work as best you can.

The next morning you’re waving Yoongi off to training, voice still rough as you giggle at his kisses and tell him you love him too. You nearly miss the sound of your phone vibrating against the counter but you catch the phone call at the last second, answering quietly in an unsuccessful attempt to make your voice cooperate with you. Jennie pauses on the other side of the line, and you chew your lip as you grin, waiting for the inevitable.

“Where is your voice and how much did you deep-throat! Spill it bitch!”

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