#agust d estroy me

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can I request for an imagine where suga or y/n has baby fever? smut~~~ thank you!!!

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I hope this is okay!

BABY FEVER

Smut/fluff

When you’d first mentioned to Yoongi that you wanted a child, he’d been apprehensive. His schedule wouldn’t leave him with much time to spend with you and the child, and he was scared the baby wouldn’t take to him at all. He feared that maybe the kid would see him as a stranger, someone who popped up in their life every now and then and nothing more

There’d been many conversations since and slowly he warmed up to the idea, you talking him through the benefits of having a child around, planting the ideas of all the lessons he could impart on them. And Yoongi loved the idea of it. Someone who would trust and love him unconditionally, a person created with you. Finally, after much persuasion, and the mention of all the sex you’d have to have, he finally agreed and got to trying straight away, bending you over the breakfast table.

It had been months since that first conversation and things just weren’t happening, leaving you both impatient. You’d been going at it like rabbits every night, and most mornings when he had time, but pregnancy just wasn’t happening for you. Yoongi took you to see a doctor who suggested an ovulation tracker, and so you started fucking whenever you were alerted.

Thankfully Yoongi was at home, tour having ended, but unfortunately the small space of time you were ovulating meant you couldn’t always confine your activities to the bedroom. After walking in on you riding Yoongi on his studio chair, Jimin couldn’t even bring himself to look you in the eye anymore.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you stepped into the studio building, a notification to let you know you were ovulating. You set off running, barging your way into the dance studio mid practice, startling everyone in the space. Namjoon rolled his eyes fondly as he caught sight of you and turned to Yoongi, motioning with his hand for him to go.

Suddenly you were being dragged down the hall, pulled into a side room with the door slamming behind you. Yoongi wasted no time in talking, simply capturing your lips as his hands hitched up your skirt and dragged down your underwear. His foot kicked your legs apart further as quick fingers dipped inside you before working your clit, his mouth sliding down to suck at the skin on the side of your neck as you bucked into his hand.

His shirt was drenched with sweat as you balled it in your fists, biting your lip to keep quiet,not wanting to be heard by the guys down the hall. His lips meet yours again as he stops his hands and pulls you further into the room, pushing you back onto a leather couch, and dragging your hips up onto the arm of the chair the angle slightly awkward and unflattering.

“I read that this position is best for when you try to get pregnant.” Yoongi gasped out as he shoved down his joggers, wrapping his slender fingers around his cock and pumping himself to full erection. You could only nod and bite your lip, raising yourself into your elbows to watch as he pushed into you, his head falling back at the first slide of his cock inside of you.

“Fuck…” You couldn’t help but groan out, the angle deep, head sliding over that sweet spot. The sound falling from your lips seemed to snap him into action, and he fucked into you fast and deep, one hand holding your hips as the other slipped to thumb at your clit. He always made sure you got off, even if you were fucking to get pregnant.

Shockwaves coursed through you as his hips snapped against yours, your hands clinging to anything they could find. For a second your eyes caught his and he smirked, watching the way you bit down on your lower lip, and he leaned forward to brush his thumb over your cheek. “I want to hear you, babe. Don’t fight it.”

The way his eyes bore into yours, sweat drops sliding down the side of his face, you couldn’t say no to it. So you didn’t, you released your lip and let it all loud, moans loud in the empty room, making Yoongi grin as he went back to thumbing your clit as he fucked into you as hard as he could, “Good girl.”

You came first, soaking his hand and cock, back arching off the sofa, obscene sounds dripping from your lips. He chuckled darkly, the way that always sent a shiver through you, and gripped your hips to fuck into you as fast as he could. It didn’t take long for him to finish, cursing into the air as his hips stuttered into you, thrusting deep one last time as he came in hot spurts.

Yoongi’s hair clung to his forehead, sweat making him sticky as he grinned down at you, cock still buried deep as he waited a moment. His breaths were harsh, thumbs rubbing soft circles over your hip bones, a small smile on his face. Finally he pulled out of you, holding you in place with one hand as he dragged his joggers back up. “Give it a moment.” He panted out, brushing the hair back off his face and out of his eyes. “I think this time’s the winner.”

A month had passed as you walked into the building again, having avoided it as much as you could after getting a good ribbing from the guys. They’d heard everything and didn’t hesitate to let you know, except Jimin, he still couldn’t even look at you.

You found Yoongi hunched over his desk in his studio, writing lyrics with Jimin beside him. You knocked gently, making them both turn to look at you as you slipped inside. “Hey babe.”

“I’m just gonna go.” Jimin blushed as he gathered his things, shuffling past you to get to the door. You waited until he turned the handle to speak again, a smirk on your lips.

“Ah. I guess Jimin doesn’t want to hear he’s an uncle now.” The reaction was instantaneous. Yoongi jumping out of his seat and Jimin spinning quickly to look at you properly for the first time in months. You opened your bag, pulling out the paper you’d gotten from your doctor and handing it to Yoongi. “Congratulations, you’re going to be a dad.”

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ANGRY SEX

Yoongi X Reader

Smut. Dom. Just filth.

It's a while since I wrote smut so please forgive me if it's a little bit trash. I'll get back into it, this was more of a practice run. Enjoy. Or don't. I dunno.

“Dont you dare fucking walk away from me.”

"Go fuck yourself!"

It was supposed to be date night. And it had started that way, you excitedly getting ready as Yoongi promised to take you out to that bar you loved so much. But upon arrival things had gone very differently, and you'd been left alone to drown your sorrows on one of the barstools as Yoongi took a call despite your no work talk rule, standing outside as you watched him through the window. The barman keeping you company with a sympathetic ear and a couple of free rounds.

That's where the problem started. Even though you had been just chatting to the guy, about Yoongi and how busy he'd been lately, he had spied you through the window and had misinterpreted your laughter as flirting. This gave him the bright idea to flirt with a fan who'd approached him on his way back to you. Having obviously seen this you laughed a little louder, batted your eyelashes, and twiddled with your hair until finally Yoongi excused himself and had dragged you out of the bar and into a cab. You'd been fighting ever since.

"Why don't you go fuck your bartender?" Yoongi yells, slamming the apartment door behind him as you kick off your shoes and flounce into the kitchen, "I'm sure he'd be up for it."

"What?" You retort bitterly, throwing your bag on the counter and practically snarling at him, "Like you almost did with your fucking groupie?” He flinched at that, his fans meant the world to him and he didn’t like you reducing one of them like that. “You know what, Yoongs? Fuck you and fuck this. I’m done.”

You shove him aside, smacking his hands away as he tries to grab you, and storm toward the door, ignoring him as he shouts your name. You grab a pair of sneakers and move to put them on, reaching for the door handle, when suddenly he grabs you and spins you to slam your back against the apartment door.

"You don’t get to walk out on me." Yoongi says quietly, voice low and aggressive. You push him back, shoving his chest with your hand and lean in close to his face.

"Watch me.”

You try again, throwing open the door just to see him slam it closed again, hands pressed either side of your head as your eyes lock onto his. You’re staring each other down, waiting for the other to break, feeling yourself shake from how angry you are at him, and you can see it in his eyes that the feeling is mutual. “God, I fucking hate you.”

Your chest is heaving, hands clenched into fists, and you’re mad. You're so fucking mad, but you can't look away from him, and without any warning he kisses you. Your back is pressed harder into the wood of the door and his hand is grasping the back of your hair, making your eyes water. Somehow you manage to push him way, slapping him as hard as you can across the face. For a moment he's stunned, but he turns and looks at you again, hair having fallen into his eyes and you just can’t help yourself.

You surge forward and kiss him again, fast and aggressive as your teeth pull hard at his bottom lip, making him groan as his hand finds its way back into your hair, the other coming to rest around your throat. You’re pushing against him, albeit weakly as your hands lose function, causing him to push back, keeping you flush against the door as he kisses you back hungrily, groaning into your mouth.

Your hands start to work again suddenly and his jacket is on the floor in a matter of seconds, followed quickly by his shirt, leaving you to finally get your hands on his chest, clawing your nails over his pale skin as he scrapes his teeth over your throat. His hands are under your dress, tearing at your underwear impatiently so he can get his hands between your thighs.

"You’re fucking paying for those." You gasp into his mouth as he tosses the torn lace to the side, making him smirk against your lips as he crouches slightly to grab your thighs, wrapping them around his waist as he rolls his hips against you, the material of his jeans rough against your pussy. You gasp, clinging to him harder as he bites down on your shoulder.

"Shut the fuck up." His voice is deep, rough, making you shiver as he carries you to the sofa and drops you on it, pulling your dress and bra over your head making you grumble about what an asshole he is, before working on his jeans. All you can do is watch, waiting for what you knew was to come. Yoongi looks at you again, stroking his cock for a few seconds before wrapping his hand in your hair and pulling you forward, pressing the head against your lips. “I'll make you shut up.”

Yoongi groans, deep and heavy, as you take him in your mouth, fucking into your throat recklessly as you try not to gag around him. His hand is pulling your hair tight, causing tears to stream down your face, and fuck if you don’t love it when he uses you like this. Your fingers grip onto his hips, fingernails digging in hard enough to hurt, making him wince.

“You gonna stop being a bitch?" He grunts out, stopping movement, and you wriggle free of his grasp, shoving him away from you. He steps forward again, a hand wrapping around your neck and pushing you back further into the sofa, “Or do I have to teach you a lesson.”

"Make me."

Rough hands grab you, dragging your hips to the edge of the sofa as his lips latch onto your neck, biting harder than he should but somehow you can't find it in yourself to care. He spins you around, bending you over, his hand reaching around to grab your throat again as he buries his cock inside of you.

"I don't like being teased." He moans out from behind you, each thrust harder than the last as you struggle to stay up. "I don't like you flirting with other men."

"I wasn't flirting!" You gasp out, hands reaching out desperately to grip the back of the sofa just to keep from falling face first. His hand leaves your throat to make its way into your hair again, holding tightly as he brings a hand down to smack your ass hard enough to bruise "I was making conversation since you left me alone."

Yoongi slams impossibly harder at that, scraping his fingernails down your side, before spanking you hard again. You can barely catch your breath, stuck between pressing back onto his cock, and forward away from each slap. He lets go of your hair, pulling your body up so your back is pressed against his chest. One hand arm wrapped around your waist to keep you there as the other grabs roughly at your breast, pinching the nipple hard.

"You're mine. I don't want anyone to have you. I don’t want anyone even looking at you." He shoves you forward again and continues pounding, working faster than before, his hand slipping around to work your clit as his thrusts become sloppy and erratic. You can barely breathe, feeling completely overwhelmed as he pounds into you over and over, his fingers never stopping as you cry out and quake beneath him.

He feels it when you cum, soaking his hand as you scream into the sofa cushion, barely managing to stay up on your knees. Yoongi doesn’t waste time in letting you catch your breath and grips both of your hips tight, burying himself into you over and over until you can’t see straight. Finally he reaches his climax, filling you up as his thrusts weaken and he eventually stops, slumping over you and biting your shoulder gently.

It takes him a moment to pull away, standing back on unsteady legs as you slowly turn yourself around to face him, melting into the sofa. Yoongi watches you, before leaning down to run soft fingers over the marks he left on your skin, a thumb swiping over the bite marks on your shoulder. You watch him carefully, letting him touch you gently before catching his eyes. “I really wasn’t flirting. I never wanted anyone else.”

Yoongi nods, standing up and leaving the room, only to return with the blanket from your bed. He nudges you along and lays himself down beside you, covering you both up and holding you in his arms. His fingers trace circles over your sweat soaked skin and you chuckle against his chest, making him look down at you. "You're still an asshole." You grin, yelping as he gently swats your ass.

“Yeah? Maybe so. But you're still mine.”

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A tale in which my mother should have been more specific and told me she meant my nephew uwu

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Not to be thirsty or anything but I feel like this needs to be said:

The difference between Min Yoongi and Agust D is that you want to protect Min Yoongi from all the bad in the world and make him soup and make him happy.

AgustD on the other hand is who you want to face fuck you into oblivion while he pulls your hair so hard that your eyes water while he just does that little fucking laugh that makes you hnnnnnngggggg.

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MILE HIGH CLUB

Yoongi X Reader

Requested.

"Welcome to the mile high club, baby."

Smut.

I'm sorry if this isn't very good! I'm not sure of the logistics of being able to fuck in an airplane bathroom but I tried my best.

In theory the overnight flights were great. It was a chance to catch up on much needed sleep between hectic schedules, and almost everyone was doing just that.

Almost everyone.

You lifted your sleep mask to peek from underneath it, sighing as you eyed your boyfriend in the seat beside your own. He was fidgety, irritable, and clearly tired. You rolled your eyes, pulling the mask off, and turned slightly to face him.

“What’s up, Yoongi?”

Tired eyes glanced over to you, soft lips in a pout. You reached out, stroking his cheek as he huffed. “Can’t sleep.”

It was your turn to pout, more out of pity, as you leaned your body toward him, lifting the blanket you had over your legs to lay it over his too. He sighed, pressing a kiss to your hair as he leaned into your touch.

For a few moments you stay there, still in the quiet of the airplane. You didn’t see the way a smirk crept into your boyfriend’s lips, if you had his next action wouldn't have made you jump the way it did.

“What are you doing?” You hissed, voice in a harsh whisper as Yoongi's hand slipped over your thigh, fingers sliding between your legs to rub you through the thin fabric of your pants. Biting your lip you swatted his hand away, standing up and giving him a glare. “When I get back you better be asleep.”

Yoongi watched as you disappeared into the airline bathroom, before checking to see if the other members were sleeping. A sly smile crept on his lips, and he stood quickly. Shuffling in the direction you left in.

“Fucking Yoongi.” You mumbled to yourself, splashing cold water on your face. What the hell was he thinking? Anyone could have seen what he was doing. How would he explain it? You huffed again, patting your face dry with paper to dry off the excess water, before opening the door.

What you didn’t expect was to find your boyfriend waiting outside, his hand coming to clamp over your mouth as he shoved you back into the small space and locked the door. You shook your head, knowing exactly what he was planning, but he just smirked and moved his hand to kiss you hungrily.

“Please...” Yoongi whimpers against your lips as his hands run down your sides, coming to rest on the waistband of your pants. “Nobody will know.”

You couldn’t deny him, not with the way his hand slipped into your underwear as you stared into his pleading eyes. The tiny moan you try to muffle is the only answer he needs and suddenly his lips are on yours again, swallowing down every little sound you tried to make as his fingers slipped inside of you, curling as his thumb worked over your clit.

This was his favourite way to see you, falling apart with just his hands. The place wasn’t ideal, he'd admit, but fuck if he didn’t get off on the quick rise and fall of your chest, and the way your moans vibrated against his lips. “Fuck, baby. Take your pants off.”

He pulled his fingers from between your thighs, sucking off your juices as you tried to shimmy your pants off in the small space. He turned you, pressing your back against the small sink, shoving his own pants down to his thighs, as he stroked his already leaking cock. He tapped your thigh, motioning for you to lift it up, and hooked his arm under the bend of your knee. “You think you can be quiet for me?”

You could only bite your lip and nod as he ran the head of his cock over your clit, agonisingly slow as if to test you. Once he was satisfied you weren’t going to make a sound he pressed into you, sliding in as far as he could in the position you were both in. For a second he remained still, listening to you, and listening for sounds outside the door, before leaning in close your ear and chuckling darkly. “Welcome to the mile high club, baby.”

Yoongi's hips snapped up against yours, forcing a moan to escape you. His eyes widened and he grinned, bringing his fingers to your mouth and letting you bite down gently on them as he fucked into you over and over. There was something about the danger, knowing you could be caught with your pussy filled at any given moment, that turned you on further, making you extra sensitive despite the uncomfortable position. Yoongi's face was buried in the crook of your neck, his breath hot on your skin as he tried to stop his own sounds.

“Yoongi...” You half whined, half whispered around his fingers, letting him know that your were close and he chuckled again, hooking your leg over his hip and bracing a hand against the door as he drove his cock into you with a fresh determination. His fingers slipped from your mouth to clamp over your lips again, muffling to profanities that dripped from your lips as you bucked and shuddered through your orgasm.

“Shit.” You could feel when he was close, cock throbbing against your walls as your kissed and sucked at his fingers, urging him to reach his climax. You clenched around him and he hit it hard, hips stuttering against you as you felt the hot spurts coat you inside.

For a few moments he stayed where he was, cock softening inside you as he tried to catch his breath. He laughed again after a moment, breathy and wrecked, before lifting his head to kiss you softly as he slowly pulled out and dropped your leg from his hip. He pulled back, grinning as he did, making you swat his chest. “I can’t believe you just made me do that.”

Yoongi opened his mouth to reply when there was suddenly a knock on the door, making up stare at each other wide eyed. “Hello? Is anyone in there.”

“Um...” Yoongi's eyes were panicked as he quickly tucked himself back into his sweats, hands still shaking from his come down. “Y-yeah. Just feeling a little sick. Can you get me some water?”

“Oh. Of course sir!” You listened as the stewardess walked away and Yoongi smirked, looking at your half baked frame pressed back against the sink. He pressed a finger to his lips and winked, slipping out of the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Leaving you to frantically clean yourself up as he talked to the air hostess, thanking her for the water.

It wasn’t until they were both gone again that you caught sight of yourself in the mirror, a bruise forming where his lips had been against your neck, and you groaned again, before slipping out to head back to your seat. “Fucking Yoongi.”

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Yoongi:

Me: nooo don't keep agust d 2 from us ur so sexy aha

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Find me @ Wembley stadium holding up a banner that reads "Yoongi you are already in my heart please get between my legs"

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agust d wasn't that good sorry not sorry

I bet you think salt is a seasoning too. Enjoy your bland ass chicken you tasteless bitch.

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These pictures of Yoongi are leaving me wetter than my bathroom walls after an hour long depression shower

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I'm not even sorry lmao

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SERENDIPITY

Yoongi X Jimin

Angst/fluff.

I couldn't get this out of my head and so I sat in my job and wrote a YoonMin fic for you guys.

If he was honest with himself, Yoongi wouldn’t be surprised. This had been a long time coming, pent up feelings bubbling at his core. It was bound to happen.

The problem was that he didn’t actually know when these feelings began. There wasn’t a particular moment he could pinpoint that he began looking at his bandmate in a different light, it just sort of happened. Slow, gradual, in a way that left absolutely no room for doubt in his mind. He'd fallen for him. And he'd fallen hard.

It could have been all those times he'd helped Yoongi, helping him with his gifts for fans, helping him during times he felt low. It could have been the times they just sat together, hanging out with the other guys. He wasn’t certain. But he remembered when he noticed things that he hadn’t before.

Like holding his hand for example, Yoongi loved to hold his hand. He loved holding everyone's hand, but for some reason his hand was best. It just fit so perfectly, so snug. It was like his hand was made to fit Yoongi’s, like it was always supposed to be there. Yoongi had looked down one day and it just hit him. This hand, so small, aligned with his in a way that nobody else's did. It felt right.

At first he assumed it was cabin fever, what with being around the guys constantly. At home, at work. There was barely a moment to himself. But that thought quickly diminished when he realized one day that he missed him. He'd been in the studio and he couldn’t focus. He was distracted. He wanted him there, he wanted to see him. And that realization made Yoongi sit back in his chair and stare at the wall ahead of him, brain going a mile a minute. He missed him, he couldn’t focus because he wanted him there with him.

And so, after a long reflection, he unlocked his phone and called him. His excuse was that he was hungry and didn’t want to eat alone, that he wanted some company. He didn’t dare say what he really felt, 'I want you'. They’d gone for sushi, and Yoongi had paid. “I’m the Hyung.” He'd told him, shrugging it off. The truth was that it was the only way Yoongi could really pretend, it was the only way he could appease the part of him that wanted it to be a date.

Things never changed between them, Yoongi wouldn’t allow it. He wanted things to stay exactly as they were, no matter how much he yearned for more. This got particularly difficult during a time when Jimin had filled himself with doubt. Yoongi had held him many times during that period, reassuring him that he was perfect, he was talented, he was beautiful. The words of kind comfort had slowly turned into sweet whispered confessions, but of course he didn’t know. Yoongi acted the good hyung, and the younger never caught on.

After that Yoongi began to notice more and more tiny things about his bandmate. The scrunch in his nose when he didn’t like something, the smoothness of his skin, the crinkles beside his eyes when he laughed. And that just made things clearer for him. This wasn’t a crush, a small and silly infatuation. No. This was love. Yoongi was in love with him.

But he'd never let the boy know. It was his secret. His burden to carry.

Or at least it was until now.

Yoongi stood under the stage and listened as Jimin sang his heart out, Serendipity closing out the show. It always made him happy to hear him sing this song, the words speaking volumes. ‘Let me love you.’ God, Yoongi thought bitterly to himself, please let me love you. He continued to watch on the monitor, eyes completely focused on the younger man. He was in love with him, so desperately in love.

The stage lights casting a soft glow over Jimin was so serene, and Yoongi could swear he was watching an angel. He looked eatheral, otherworldly, so untouchable and yet so close. Yoongi couldn’t look away, he couldn’t think. His mind completely blanked as his heart hammered against his chest. The song ended and Yoongi was moving, walking to where Jimin would be lowered beneath the stage.

It was like he'd lost all function, no, like he'd lost all control. His heart had taken over his brain and he couldn’t stop himself. Slowly Jimin appeared in front of him, beaming at Yoongi. He clambered down from the lift and hugged his hyung, frowning when Yoongi didn’t embrace him back. He pulled away, staring into Yoongi's face confused. “Hyung?”

“Jimin.” The younger reached out, placing a soft hand on Yoongi’s arm.

“What wro-“

He couldn’t help it. He tried to stop it. But his heart was in control now and there was no fighting it. Yoongi stepped forward, placing his hands on the sides of Jimin's neck, and pulled him into a kiss. It wasn’t passionate, they didn’t even move. And it was enough, it was enough to satisfy Yoongi's craving.

Velvet. That’s the word that came to mind as their lips connected, soft. And so, so right. It was like his lips were just made for Yoongi to kiss. But then his brain kicked in and he froze. No. No this is wrong, this is so wrong. And then panic. He stumbled back, letting his hands fall as he stared at Jimin with wide eyes, watching as Jimin raised a hand to touch his lips.

“I’m- I’m so sorry.” Yoongi ran. He ran past his bandmates, he ran past the staff. He ran until he reached the back room, slamming the door behind him and leaning against it as he tried to catch his breath and gather himself. He was stupid, fuck he was so stupid. He'd ruined everything, he'd broken the only thing he could cling onto. His heart had betrayed him. He started packing his things, hurrying to make sure he was done and out before Jimin could find him there. He didn’t want to face him. He couldn’t.

As soon as he'd gathered his things he was out the door again, heading to the cars as the voices of his members filled the corridor behind him. He made sure to ask for Jimin to be put in a different vehicle to him, getting himself some space to thing of what to do to fix his mess he'd made.

After what felt like an eternity the car door opened and Yoongi held his breath, only releasing it when he saw Hoseok climbing into the car with him. No words were exchanged, Yoongi staring down at his fidgeting hands. The car began to move and that’s when Yoongi let out a shuddering breath, tears welling as the whole situation hit him. He'd fucked up big time. He tried to keep it together, to hide what what was happening in his mind, but the gentle hand closing around his own had him breaking down.

“Don’t worry, Yoongi. It's going to be okay.” Hoseok’s voice was gentle and it made things so much worse. He wished he was mad at him, he wished Hoseok would yell at him. He wanted him to be louder than the voices in his head.

“I fucked up so bad.” Yoongi managed to choke out and Hoseok unbuckled his seat belt, sliding along the seat to take Yoongi in his arms and hold him. Yoongi heard him ask the driver to drive around a while longer, and he was grateful. Hoseok was buying time for Yoongi. He understood him.

“We’re going to get you through this. Whatever it is that’s happening, we'll help you. You're going to be okay.” Hoseok pressed soft kisses to Yoongi's hair and rubbed his back gently, holding him tight in his arms. It was like he was holding Yoongi together, and at that moment he truly was.

When they'd finally arrived back at the dorms everyone had thankfully gone to bed. Hoseok had given Yoongi one last hug as they’d approached his bedroom, smiling sadly as Yoongi went in and closed the door behind him. He didn’t bother to shower, instead getting into his pajamas and curling up in bed. His head hurt, his chest ached, and all he wanted to do was sleep. He didn’t turn as his covers were pulled back and his bed dipped. He felt someone climb into bed behind him and wrap and arm around his body and finally Yoongi moved, finding Seokjin in his bed.

“I’m here for you, okay?” Jin smiled, shifting to pull Yoongi closer to him. Yoongi buried his face in his Hyung's neck and listened to his breathing, allowing it to steady his still hammering heart, eventually dozing off.

The next morning Yoongi woke up before everyone else and quickly showered and dressed, heading out to the studio. He couldn’t face anyone, not after his display the night before. He felt utterly humiliated, and he couldn’t even begin to imagine how Jimin must feel. He tried to work on something, anything at all. But he couldn’t focus, his mind wandering to the way Jimin had stared at him, hand pressed to his lips. How he wished he could go back in time and change things, how he wished he had some self control. How he wished he could kiss him again.

It was night again when someone knocked on the door of his studio, fear taking over Yoongi as he shuffled over. He audibly sighed in relief to find Namjoon there, a bag in his hand. He stepped back, allowing Namjoon to come inside, locking the door behind him.

“I figured you must be hungry by now. You haven’t left the studio at all today.” Yoongi smiled gratefully and motioned toward the small leather couch, inviting Namjoon to take a seat. They sat in silence as they ate, each trying to gather the courage to say something. Finally Namjoon did, turning toward Yoongi and resting a hand on his back.

“You want to tell me what happened last night?” Yoongi opened his mouth to speak but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t find the words. How does he explain that he had fallen for Jimin? How does he explain that the impulsive kiss was bottled up feelings that he'd harboured for longer than he can remember? He didn’t need to say anything though. The look in his eyes and the quiver of his lip told Namjoon everything he needed to hear. “Oh, Yoongi, hyung.”

And so Yoongi found himself in the embrace of another of his bandmates, crying into his shoulder and whimpering weak apologies, only to be shushed and reassured that things would be okay.

It was four long days before Yoongi saw Jimin again, coming face to face with him as he headed to the bathroom. In those four days Yoongi had mostly slept, waking to find a different bandmate watching over him each time he opened his eyes. He appreciated them all, each one providing comfort in their own way, none of them forcing him to open up. He'd gotten up in the middle of the night to pee, shuffling along the halls with tired eyes and messy hair, reaching for the handle only to have the door open and to see the younger man staring sadly back at him.

Yoongi said nothing, and Jimin simply stared, each wishing the other would speak. After a few moments Jimin looked down at his feet and stepped aside to let Yoongi pass him by, hiding the tears that threatened to fall. As Yoongi closed the door behind him he heard Jimin's voice, small and sorrowful.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

When he left the bathroom, he didn’t want to go back to bed. He wanted to go see Jimin, tell him he was sorry, tell him he loved him. His hands itched to open the door of the youngers room, but he couldn’t, and so he went to the kitchen. He made a coffee, inhaling the bitter scent with a smile, and wandered back through to the shared living area, picking up a blanket and sitting beside the window. He stared out into the night, wishing the stars could give him the answers on how to fix everything, knowing they couldn’t. He didn’t pull his eyes away as someone sat across from him, tugging the blanket to cover their own legs too. He just smiled, taking a sip from his coffee.

“I’m okay.” He muttered, knowing it would be one of the guys checking in on him. He was grateful, although he didn’t like when they treat him as if he was fragile. “Go back to bed.”

“Are you really okay?” The voice startled him, hands tightening around the mug in his hand, eyes widening as he turned his head to the owner of the voice. Jimin sat staring at him again, looking sadder than Yoongi could ever imagine he could look. He wanted to reach out and hold him, to take his hand and never let go. “Because I’m not, hyung. I’m really not okay.”

“Jimin, I-“ Yoongi didn’t know what to say. Where to begin. He looked down into his mug, staring at his reflection in the liquid, willing himself to be honest. Or to at least apologize. “I’m sorry.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jimin shuffled closer, taking the mug from Yoongi's hands and placing it down beside them. His hands found Yoongi's and he gripped them tightly, eyes begging for an answer. Yoongi swallowed, trying so hard not to be drawn in by those beautiful eyes.

“Because I was afraid.” Yoongi wouldn’t look him in the eye, he couldn’t bear it. Instead he turned their hands over in his lap and studied every little detail. If this was the last time he'd hold them, he wanted to remember everything.

“Why would you be afraid? We’re you scared I’d re-“ Yoongi stopped him there, shaking his head. He knew he'd end up hurt, that’s the way this was always going to end. That’s not what he was afraid of.

“I was afraid of losing you altogether. I was afraid of losing your embraces, of your hands being untouchable. I was scared that if I confessed to you what I’ve been feeling I may never hear you say my name again.” Yoongi bit down on his lower lip to stop the tremble, blinking furiously to keep the tears back until he could be alone again. “I’d rather love you from afar and keep you as a friend than to lose you completely.”

“Hyung, I. You.” Jimin tried to form the words he desperately wanted to say, to formulate a coherent thought as he stared at the man before him. He should have just told him, he should have been honest.

“I may as well get this off my chest now since I’ve already ruined everything.” Yoongi took a breath, and then another, exhaling slowly before finally locking his gaze with Jimin's. Beautiful, he thought to himself, so fucking gorgeous. “I’m in love with you. I don’t know when it happened, I don’t know how it happened, but suddenly you're the only person I think about and it’s been killing me keeping this to myself. You have no idea how much you mean to me. You've consumed my every waking thought, you're in my dreams when I sleep. I can’t focus because each time I close my eyes it’s you I see. Jimin, Park Jimin. I am so fucking in love with you.”

Yoongi squeezed the small hands in his one last time and stood, stepping over the mug of coffee as he started toward his bedroom. It didn’t feel the way he expected, he though he'd feel lighter. The anchor of his feeling being taken away as he spoke them into the air. But all he felt was pain, his heart aching with each step he took away from the younger man.

Then suddenly he couldn’t move anymore, he was being held in place. Arms wrapping around his waist as hot breaths fanned the skin on the back of his neck. Yoongi closed his eyes, waiting for Jimin to let go, but he didn’t. Instead his grip tightened. “Don’t go. Don't I get to say something?”

“Jimin, please let go.” And Jimin did, only to step around Yoongi and embrace him from there instead. Yoongi closed his eyes and sighed, wishing he could disappear. This hurt too much.

“Yoongi, hyung.” Jimin's voice was barely above a whisper, lips by Yoongi's ear, making him shudder a little. “You don't get it. You're so blind. Please just open your eyes, just look look at me.”

Pulling back Yoongi stared at Jimin's face, instinctively reaching a hand up to brush away the tears on the younger's face. Jimin stared back, desperate for Yoongi to see what he wanted to say, see what he'd been holding in his heart. Jimin gave up with a sigh, knowing Yoongi couldn’t see past his own heartbreak.

“Kiss me again.” Yoongi just blinked, unsure of what to do. Jimin stepped closer, their chests almost touching. “Please.”

No matter what his brain told him, Yoongi couldn’t resist. He leaned in, resting a shaking hand on Jimin's hip, and raising the other to cradle his jaw. His eyes flickered over Jimin's face for a moment, before they closed and their lips connected. His lips really were like velvet, soft and plush, sculpted so beautifully. Jimin moved his lips to capture Yoongi’s lower one and Yoongi shuddered, the hand on Jimin’s hip moving to his lower back, pulling him closer. He had to make this last, he may never get a chance to do it again.

The kiss was slow, soft. Their lips slotting together perfectly as tears fell from Yoongi's eyes. He didn’t bother to wipe them away, and Jimin didn’t bother to wipe away his own. They stayed exactly as they were, Breathing each other in by the moonlight coming through the window. When they broke apart to breathe, Yoongi kept his eyes closed, resting his head against Jimin's. A moment later Jimin was pulling Yoongi into his arms again, chin resting on the other's shoulder. “Yoongi, hyung. I love you.”

“I know.” Yoongi’s heart ached, his chest burned from holding back his sobs, and he wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and stay there. Jimin shook his head, holding a little tighter.

“No, you don’t.” His voice was quivering and he sniffled, making Yoongi rub his back and press a kiss to the side of his head. “I love you as you love me. I think I always have.”

Yoongi stiffened, unsure of what he'd heard. Could this all be a dream? Could this all be a game? What the fuck was happening? Nervously he took a step back, looking at Jimin as if he'd disappear at any moment. Jimin didn’t though, he stayed right there, staring into Yoongi's eyes, pleading without words for Yoongi to understand him. “Don’t do that, don't play with my heart like that. This hurts enough.”

“This isn’t a game. This is real. This is me telling you what I’ve kept hidden for as long as I’ve known you.” Jimin stepped closer, gentle hands coming to rest on Yoongi's shoulders. “Listen to me. I love you. I’m in love with you. Do you understand?”

Yoongi didn’t answer with words, instead pulling Jimin into his arms and into another kiss. This one was more desperate, his heart hammering in a good way. He couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t believe he'd never noticed the way Jimin looked at him before. His mind was suddenly clouded with all of the obvious signs and he felt so stupid, so incredibly dumb. This. He could have had this all along. Eventually they broke apart and moved back to where Yoongi had been sitting by the window, this time Jimin resting his back against his Hyung’s chest, the blanket covering their legs.

And that’s where their bandmates found them the next morning, snuggled together in a fleece cocoon, smiling in their sleep, embracing each other tightly.

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All I'm saying is that I just really want to spend a super lazy Sunday with Yoongi just sat on the sofa watching cartoons and eating cereal while I give him a hand job okay

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Did I mention I busted the biggest of nuts?

BECAUSE BITCH I BUSTED THE BIGGEST OF FUCKIN NUTS

@i-am-invisible-for-you this is for you

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SLOW HANDS

Yoongi X Reader

Smut. Pure smut.

This is kind of a long one.

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You didn’t notice it at first. The way Yoongi eyed you from across the room, glaring at the way you tucked your hair behind your ear and laughed as the stranger talked to you. To you, it was merely a conversation. General small talk to pass the time at the event you'd rather not be at.

The party was to celebrate the success of your boyfriend and his band's new album. It had been a hit, as expected, and the record company had thrown a huge soirée, at which the boys were expected to socialize and rub shoulders with all the big wigs in attendance. That meant you were dragged along too, despite your hatred for such events, but you didn’t want to let Yoongi down on his big day.

Yoongi had watched from where they were taking pictures as the man approached the bar, ordering himself a drink before turning to you and putting out a hand for you to shake. You had taken it, a smile on your face, and Yoongi's eyes zoned in on where his fingers wrapped around your much smaller hand. He didn’t like it at all, nobody else should be touching his girl.

He continued to watch as you chatted with the stranger, laughing every now and then at whatever anecdote the man had said, fists balling in his pockets as the man placed his hand on your arm. With furrowed eyebrows Yoongi's glare turned to you, wondering why you weren’t removing the offending appendages. It was only when the man's hand started to gently brush up and down your upper arm that Yoongi moved, storming his way past the guests to stand between you and the stranger.

“You should really keep your hands to yourself.” Yoongi's accent was thick, voice dropping a couple of octaves, as he reached back to take your hand. You swallowed, looking down at your feet as the man stuttered an apology and left. The second the stranger disappeared into the crowd, Yoongi turned, completely poker faced. “What was that?”

“We were just talking. He was asking about the new album.” The way Yoongi was looking at you was all too familiar, his possessive side coming out. It turned you on somewhat, knowing he couldn’t stand other men even looking at you, even if it was a little intimidating at times. It wasn’t that Yoongi didn’t trust you, he didn’t trust other men.

“Well.” Your boyfriend pulled you to him, a hand coming to press against the lowest point of your back as he raised his hand to tuck back your hair that had fallen forward again. His breath was warm on your skin, making you shiver as his lips brushed slightly against the skin of your ear. “I’ll just have to remind you why my hands are the only ones allowed to touch you, won’t I?”

“Yes, Yoongi.” You breathed, cheeks flushing as he pressed a kiss to the skin just below your ear. You didn’t even need to look at him to know he was smirking, he loved when he got you flustered like this. The rest of the night he stayed by your side, a hand resting on your back at all times. Only moving it to your thigh once you were both seated in the car to head home.

Once there Yoongi didn’t speak, simply tugging you out of the car behind him and guiding you into your apartment. The tension was stifling as he led you to the bedroom in silence, causing goosebumps to break out over your skin. Finally he stopped in the centre of the room, turning to look at you.

No words left his mouth as he let go of you to slowly undo his tie. A smirk tugging at his lips as he stepped behind you to wrap the silk around your eyes, blindfolding you. Immediately you felt your senses heighten, your breath becoming heavier as anticipation settled in. The sound of his footsteps moving back around you had your breath hitching, a short gasp escaping slightly parted lips.

“I didn’t like it, you know? The way his hands were on you. I didn’t like the way you smiled at him.” Yoongi's voice was low again, sending a shiver down your spine and a jolt through your heat. “My hands are the only ones you should feel. I think I need to remind you why.”

You couldn’t speak, mouth feeling dry as you stood in the middle of the room. It felt like an eternity before he touched you, making you jump as his fingers slipped off the straps of your dress, allowing it to cascade to the floor. You couldn’t help being aware of how naked you were, making you blush as you stood in just your underwear. From somewhere in front of you Yoongi chuckled, making another spark flash between your thighs. “Yoongi...”

“No talking.” His voice was closer this time, from right behind you. You tensed for a moment as his hand swiped over your chest to rest around your neck, tilting your head so he could press a small kiss to your jaw. “I decide when you get to make a sound, got it?”

You nod, feeling him take your hand again to guide you to the bed, helping you crawl into it and sitting you in the centre. The bed bounces as Yoongi disappears again, leaving you anxious, until he returns and slips your arms behind your back, binding them together with what you assume is another tie. It had been a while since he had you like this, completely helpless under his control. The anticipation killing you.

“Are you ready?” Yoongi breathed into your ear, pulling you back to lean against his chest. You nodded shakily, relaxing into his touch, hearing him chuckle again as his fingers brushed down your sides to your hips. “Good girl.”

He started slow. Just running his fingers over your ribs and hips, smirking to himself as your breathing quickened under the lightest of touches. Yoongi always loved to see you like this, coming undone without him having done anything. He raised a hand to wrap around your throat, squeezing gently as he turned your head to kiss you lazily. His pace kept achingly slow, leaving you almost impatient, when suddenly his other hand dipped down to slip over your centre. “You’re already wet and I haven’t even touched you yet? Good girl.”

He rubbed you over your panties as you gasped slightly, pressing back into him and trying to work your hands from your binds. It wouldn’t work, deep down you knew, Yoongi was an expert at typing you up. The hand around your throat moved down to slip over one of your breasts, teasing the nipple with small circular motions with him thumb, before pinching it hard. The moan the action elicited had him hardening in his pants, and so he sat you back up again, disappearing from behind you.

Hands wrapping around your ankles had you yelping as he dragged you down the bed, legs hanging off the end. He pushed you back with a single finger, causing you to lay down, and slowly dragged your panties off your hips and and legs. The low hum from his throat as he eyed you sent vibrations through your body, his hands running up the insides of your thighs, until suddenly a finger we sinking into your pussy.

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you as he curled it, pumping slowly with his other hand still tracing your inner thigh. You longed to be able to touch him, to pull him close and have him inside of you, but you knew that Yoongi wanted to drag this out for as long as possible. A second finger joining the first had your body twisting to tug at your binds, desperate to be able to do something, anything, to make him hurry. He simply laughed at that, moving his thumb to run over your clit, pushing you closer to your edge.

The tightening of your pussy walls around his fingers let him know you were close, and he pulled away again, leaving you painting and desperate. You tried to close your legs, hoping to rub your thighs together for some kind of friction, but Yoongi pushed them open again even wider than before.

“Mmm.” He was closer again, the bed dipping right by your head as you desperately sought your orgasm. His hand tilted your jaw up, opening your mouth to slip his fingers inside. You instinctively licked and sucked, tasting yourself on the digits as his heavy breathing echoed in your ears. “You were a bad girl. I don’t know if I should let you cum. What do you think?”

“Please.” It came out in a long whine, his fingers leaving your mouth and trailing saliva down your chin and chest to where he'd gone back to playing with your nipples. You arched into it, almost crying out from desperation, tears threatening to fall behind the silk tie. Yoongi hummed to himself, as if in thought, before lifting from the bed again. For a few long moments there was nothing. No sound, no touch, leaving you to think he’d left you alone, when once again unexpected fingers slipped back inside of you.

“Tell me who you belong to. Tell me whose hands are the only ones allowed to touch you.” His fingers remained still inside of you, his other hand running over your lower stomach. “Tell me and I'll let you cum, princess.”

“Yours!” It was louder than you intended, higher pitched, and obviously needy. Yoongi grinned at that, keeping still for a few moments longer as he took in the sight of you. There was something so hot about the way he could get you like this, fucked out and desperate for him from just his hands.

“Good girl. That’s what I like to hear.” His fingers were faster than before, a third finger added as he fucked them into you, curling over that sweet spot time and again as your body jerked and writhed from the shockwaves across your nerves. His other hand was lower now too, rubbing your clit furiously until finally your were squirting over his hands, crying out as your body hit it’s climax. Even then he didn’t stop, his fingers working your pussy over until you were clamping your thighs together tight, unable to take anymore.

Yoongi's cock was aching in his pants now, the sight of you climaxing so hard almost making him cum in his boxers. He waited a few minutes until you caught your breath, before tugging you by your shoulders to sit up. You were still shaking hard when you heard the zipper of his pants, and the slide of fabric against skin. Tongue darting out to lick your lips, he didn’t even need to ask, you opened your mouth ready to take him in.

Yoongi started slow, letting you gather yourself as he slowly and shallowly fucked your mouth. His hands ran through your hair to hold it back, and then suddenly he was moving quickly, cock hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. And fuck did you love this, the saltiness of his precum, the weight of his dick on your eager tongue as he used you. Even the way you almost gagged as he held you there for a moment made you moan out. You loved being his toy, you loved him.

It didn’t take long for him to cum, rubbing the head of his cock against the back of your throat as you swallowed around him, trying to take down every last drop. Yoongi was cursing above you, voice thick with lust, and rough from the moans he'd tried to stifle. He pulled out when the sensitivity got too much, leaving a line of saliva from your lips to the head of his cock. He stared down at you as he tried to catch his breath, running a thumb over your red and swollen lips, before shakily removing the blindfold and the binds from your wrists.

This time you took control, Yoongi watching from under the hair that had fallen into his eyes as you unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it from his shoulders, tugging him to join you on the bed. He kicked off his pants and underwear as you both crawled under the covers, your head coming to rest on his chest as his fingers ran up your back. You smiled, feeling his breathing shallow as he dozed off, hand stopping movement and falling down onto the mattress.

“Yours.” You whispered, leaning up to place a tiny kiss on his jaw, “Only ever yours.”

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Those people complaining that they don't like the concept photos:

How dare you be so ungrateful? How dare you be so rude when they worked so hard to bring us top quality pictures of Yoongi's hands? Smh

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I haven't seen anyone talking about Yoongi doing the Boys Over Flowers line and I'm offended because I felt that in my soul and in my vagina and honestly Boys Over Flowers was my first K-drama and I still love that cheesy mess