#suga rush ride

[taezover]

JP - SUGAR RUSH RIDE : TAEHYUN

GO STREAM !!

[lo1k-diamonds]

SX Seoul Series | Yoongi Entry 💜 Sugar Rush Ride

PAIRING: YoongixReader

SUMMARY: You produced a song based on your hidden desires for your fellow producer and promised yourself that tonight, things would change. You were done pining after him, but then he arrived at the listening party.

WORD COUNT: 12.6k

GENRE: coworkers (mutually) pining to lovers

RATING: R (explicit)

WARNINGS: explicit, pwp (porn w/ plot really), drunk fight (but you sober up...sort of), bratty reader, rough but Yoongi is pro at aftercare, fingerfucking, face-fucking, edging, spankings, his hand is on your neck a lot (am I forgetting something?)

(You can also read it on AO3)

A.N. This is based on the song of the same title by TXT 🔥 It was not planned and maybe it has been done before, but it was too good to miss 😁

Masterlist | Masterpost | Scroll my stories on Tumblr | Schedule and WIPs

Yoongi parked his car underground in a private parking lot before stepping outside into the night in Itaewon. It was crowded as usual, but he paid no mind to the passersby — he had somewhere to be.

He reached the steps that led into a famous club in the neighborhood and entered below the red lines warming up the humidity into steam: SX.

He was giving away his coat when the music from the backroom hit him, the pop music with the codename temptation resonating in the air, and in his ribcage. He stepped towards it confidently, unbothered by the instant boom of noise that hit him once the door opened and closed again behind him. No, nothing would bother him until he found what he was looking for.

He scanned the room attentively, the darkness crossed punctually and rhythmically by the flashes of lights to the beat of the songs he helped produce himself. All but one song that ended up being the main track, the reason why he had rushed to be at the listening party tonight.

He got to the bar and looked around again; he saw lots of people he knew, the artists included. None had seen him yet, so he took the chance to search even more carefully. And finally, his eyes fell on you. You were listening attentively as you held your hair to the side and someone, a man spoke into your ear above the noise. Then you burst out laughing, shoulders and chest trembling with excitement, and your hand landed on the man’s chest. Not in a smack, not to push him away, just subtly placed there in an intimate gesture, or an invitation thereof.

Yoongi was by your side before he knew it. The man with you looked up with a silent question and you flinched and looked back, eyes instantly widening in surprise.

“Yoongi! You’re back!”

You launched your arms around his neck to pull him into a hug, and he immediately knew you had alcohol in your system. Despite this, he reacted the only way he could be expected to — he wrapped a protective arm around you and looked straight into the eyes of that dude trying his luck.

“Right on time,” you grinned when you stepped back. “Inhyuk, this is Yoongi, the producer I was telling you about.”

The guy bowed and said something polite, but Yoongi wasn’t listening. You had stepped to stand beside the guy and his hand had comfortably set on your waist. For a second, his sole thought was, Since when? But then he cooled down.

“I see. Well, enjoy the party. I’ll see you later,” he told you with his eyes set on yours and you got the message.

But you didn’t want to worry about that right now, so when Inhyuk pulled you by the waist to talk to you a bit closer, you didn’t flinch. You smiled and agreed to have another drink while the crowd around you listened and enjoyed the album you helped produce. You were proud of yourself, it was the fruit of your first year of work with—

The main track started and the crowd cheered as it did every time it played. Your eyes watered as Inhyuk congratulated you and clinked his drink to yours but as you drank, there was heat building inside of you. It was funny to hear the lyrics you wrote being sung back at you and fit perfectly at that moment. But then you chuckled, as your eyes fell on Min Yoongi. Your thoughts would always stop as soon as he was back near you. That would never change.

Yet you looked up and smiled at Inhyuk, giddy with your drink and with excitement. You made a vow when you decided to let this song be performed and sung — it was you putting your feelings into your work to get rid of them. That was the deal.

Inhyuk smiled mischievously at you as if he couldn’t believe, but didn’t disapprove, of the song's lyrics speaking so openly about desire, about opening locked doors into seeing stars and asking for more. And you kept smiling and drinking. Because you made a deal with yourself and maybe tonight was the perfect time to go into a new direction.

The song was only three minutes long, but it drove Yoongi to a corner. He gripped his tonic water and faced the bar while the music kept calling to him, Come here more, let’s play more.

Just like the first time he heard it and was covered in goosebumps, wild thoughts coming to him that he had to quickly water down. He sighed; it didn’t stop him from flying back as soon as possible to talk to you about it. Confront you, more like.

He turned to the side to find you by the bar having shots with that guy, and that was it. The full album had played, you had your moment in the spotlight as you should, the artists were having a blast alongside everyone else, and he had had enough of seeing you so close to some guy.

You were on your fourth tequila shot when you felt an arm extend behind you to reach the bar, and you shivered. Not because it was cold; you were sweating from the drinks and the energy of the crowd. No, it was because you knew who it was, even if the arm didn’t touch you.

“We should go,” his voice was steady near your ear even though your head was spinning a little.

“The night is still young!” Inhyuk said as he grinned and grabbed another shot glass, waiting for you to do the same, but despite your giddiness, you hesitated. 

You looked up to Yoongi and saw his neutral beautiful lines, and you understood what he was doing.

The guy saw he was losing you, so he moved closer to get your attention, “I can take you home.”

He said it with amusement, like a tease, and you grinned. You were taken by the energy between you two; you both knew where that was going. But then a breath being slowly heaved behind you shook your foundations and you looked down. Yoongi was just doing his part of the deal, but suddenly you were fucking pissed. He couldn’t possibly understand that you needed to be with someone, anyone other than him. Desperately, before you’d fucking combust!

But he was your coworker, the genius producer of your label. And despite everything, you didn’t want to burn a bridge. Inhyuk was not that great anyway.

You shrugged almost innocently, “Maybe next time. It was nice meeting you.”

Yoongi pointed so that you’d go ahead to the exit and you did. Yet with every step, something was bubbling up your throat. There was a lump there, blocking you from voicing it while you grabbed your coats, walked the cold night to his car, and got in to be on your way.

The whole ride you argued with yourself that this was for the best. You shouldn’t have sex with someone after so many drinks, that was not how it was supposed to go. But maybe that was what you needed to have the courage to just move on. To want another man as desperately, and not the one driving you home right now. You needed it, you needed to go crazy and do something you wouldn’t normally do. You needed the regret, to stop playing safe, to stop believing your heart knew what was best for you when all it did was set on someone who saw you as nothing but a colleague.

When you arrived, he entered the private parking of your apartment building and parked swiftly. It made your stomach bubble further with anger, he was just so used to taking you home. That was the deal. Well, screw that.

“Thanks, good night.”

You pushed the door open and peeled yourself away, closing it with a bham only to seek support in the car instantly. Your legs were wobbly, the world was spinning and you cursed in irritation. It was fine before, why was it so difficult now?

His door opened and closed, the car beeped as it locked, then his steps echoed to get to you. And everything was like needles prickling your patience. He stood next to you to help you and you didn’t know what you wanted more: to scream at him or to just disappear.

But he placed his hand on your waist firmly, walked you to the lobby and the elevator, and even dialed your code to enter your apartment. It infuriated you — it reminded you of all the times over the last year that he had done his part of the deal. That he had taken you home safe and sound, and still never seen you for anything more while you pined helplessly.

So you tried to reach your living room without his help and stumbled very quickly, yet a firm grip on your arm prevented you from falling face flat. Normally, you would have blushed, thanked him, and let the politeness and decorum dictate your interactions, but not now.

You pulled your arm loose, “I don’t need a chaperone!”

“And I don't need you to fall and break a leg.”

You threw your jacket and purse over your couch finally with a frustrated huff. The world was spinning and annoying you so fucking much. You needed to scream at him once and for all and be done with it, why couldn’t it stand still?

“Why did you interfere?”

“What do you mean?” He was calmly taking his shoes off after hanging his coat by the entrance and his placidness irked you.

“I was having a good time!”

You barely saw the line crossing his face, “He was no good for you.”

“What? Why?!”

“He just wasn’t,” he stated, walking further inside your apartment like he knew it, and he did. He’d normally stay for a chat after bringing you home and made sure you were okay.

“But why?!” You insisted, eyes so wide they looked twice their size, and still the room was shaky. “What was so wrong with him that—”

“He was trying to get you drunk,” he almost scoffed as he reached your kitchen and started looking around for something.

“So?” You tried following him, annoyed that he was not paying attention to you.

He found a cup and right next to it what he was looking for. He took a black coffee capsule and put both things next to your coffee machine. “He just wanted sex.”

He seemed annoyed now as he prepped the coffee and you threw your hands in the air, “I fucking want sex!”

He paused and looked at you, at your wide eyes and red cheeks. And you held your breath, swallowing dryly. Did you just yell that at Min Yoongi? At your genius coproducer?

“You're drunk.”

He pressed the button to draw an espresso from the machine, and you felt like a volcano about to erupt.

“I’m not drunk!!” He didn’t look at you and you gripped your hair with a frustrated scream. “I’m just not only a fucking worker bee, okay?! I have needs, I want things! So what, sex is too much for you to handle or som—”

A look was all it took for you to feel your guts freeze in place. You were so attuned to this fucking man that his slightest hint of disapproval hit you like an icicle. But it wasn’t just that, it was something else. Disappointment?

And you revolted hard against it; he had no right to make you feel this way. “Then what’s the problem?! I can’t want it? Because I’m a woman or something?”

He took the coffee cup and placed it in front of you on the kitchen counter, “Drink it.”

You ignored it, “I didn’t think you were a prude or conservative, but this is me.” You stepped back and fought the traces of the spinning walls vehemently. “I want things. More than just make good music, I’m not just my work.” He was listening, he was looking at you, but all he did was push the cup the slightest in your direction. And you snorted, “Hell, that’s why my music is good. Because I want— I want things.”

You couldn’t look at him, only at his feet. You thought you wanted to scream your frustration at him, but now you realized that was pointless. It wouldn’t matter. He wasn’t into you anyway.

“We’re not talking unless you’re sober.”

You raised your eyes and his coolness hardened you. Right. You’d get a slap on the wrist for getting drunk at the listening party of the album you fucking produced. For wanting to sleep with another producer. For not being professional? Who the fuck knew why. And maybe sober you’d care about losing your dream, but right now you were just fucking done.

“Right, whatever,” you turned to head to your bedroom. “I’ll take a shower, we can talk tomorrow.”

Yoongi saw you walk a bit shakily but firmly toward your bedroom and then he sighed. He considered for a moment to do as you wished and leave, but he didn’t want to leave you alone. Selfishly, he didn’t want to wait for tomorrow. He was restless, he needed to talk to you about it. And to do that, he needed you sober.

He grabbed your coffee cup and knocked on the ajar door with his eyes glued to the floor. He called your name and you scoffed.

“You’re taking our deal too much to the letter,” your voice sounded strained and he closed his free hand into a fist. “You don’t need to worry about—”

He heard noises and he didn’t think twice; he pushed the door open and found you almost fallen to the floor trying to take your dress off. You huffed in annoyance; you should have sat on the bed but then how would the dress pass under—

A firm hand hoisted you up as if you were as light as a feather and you came face to face with him. The man in your dreams, in your mind, making you scream in your bed just at the thought of him. Making you crazy. 

“I’m fine,” you said, looking down. ���I can handle myself. You don’t need to bring me home and make sure I don’t—” 

Your voice wavered, what were you— 

Your eyes filled with tears, but maybe that was exactly what needed to happen, “Yeah, let’s stop that. Our deal? Let’s end it. You don’t need to bring me home and watch over me. I know I’m a woman in a men-dominated company, but I’m not a child.”

He sighed and stepped away and your heart cracked, leaving you to hide your face with one hand and try to press your chest with the other. You knew that to move on you had to push him away, but damn did it sting and—

The scent of coffee invaded your nose and you raised your hand from over your eyes. He was holding the coffee cup in front of you.

“Stop for a second and drink it. Then, we’ll talk.”

You looked for the sincerity in his eyes, and of course, you found it. So you took the cup and chugged the espresso as if it had been just another tequila shot. Then you lowered your arm and looked at him, trying to sense if that changed anything. It didn’t really, not for you.

“Did you hear what I said?”

His lips twitched, “I heard you, but you’re not hearing me. Sober, I said.”

You shrugged, “You said drink, I did. So now we talk. No more deal. No more keeping me safe, no more watching over me or bringing me home. I need to— I need to let it all out.”

His lips pursed for a second but then he voiced quietly, “I’m listening.”

“I don’t know what else to say,” you shrugged and almost laughed at yourself. “I told you I want things.”

“You write about what you want.” You hummed. “So what is that main track?”

“What I want.”

You were looking at him, a void in your mind all of a sudden, but he hesitated. You said you wanted sex and the song was about desire. Maybe he was reading it wrong.

“What do you want?”

“It’s not a what.”

“Is it a who?”

Your mouth dried, so you nodded. You were staring right at the object of your desire but he looked confused.

He scratched his head and then tried, “Did you— Did you use those words on purpose?”

“What words?”

“What w—” He seemed bewildered, “My stage name. You used my stage name. Sugar? Was that on purpose?”

For a split second, you were frozen, livid, shocked, and then laughter bubbled out of you, “I thought I had been so clever about it. Saying sugar instead of suga.” He was staring at you and his inexpression only led you to push the air out of your lungs, “I know, you don’t have to say it. You won't touch me, even if pigs fly. I know that.”

“That's not true.”

You tilted your head, then laughed some more, “Yes, it is. You don't even see me as a woman, I'm just another producer.”

“That's also not true.”

“Right,” you chuckled. “Let me give you reasons to walk out that door right now. I not only wanted to sleep with you but wrote a whole main track about wanting you. About being dazed, overwhelmed by desire, wanting just more. Give it a listen. You know I struggle with titles, but the name of the song was the first thing I had.”

You chuckled again and turned around, rubbing your face for a moment. It was out. You didn’t care too much if anyone else knew, and if anyone had thought of it, they had been smart enough to stay quiet. But now he knew, and there was no going back. Sugar rush ride. You laughed again. You stood by that tile.

“I—” His voice sounded unsure for the first time and you turned to face him. “I don’t— Was it just a rush? You felt a rush at the thought of me and wrote that?”

“What difference does it make?”

“It makes a world of a difference,” he insisted, eyes set on you though he hadn’t moved an inch yet. “I still haven’t heard you say what you want now.”

“What I want?” You were incredulous, “Are you even listening? I’ve been saying nothing else! What?” He was unmoving, but for the first time, you could swear you saw his eyes glistening, and you were out of filters. “I want to be with you. I want you to fuck me already.” You shivered, the strength of your own words working against you. “I have since the day we met. I forgot I had an ex and was heartbroken to finger myself to the thought of you so many times I lost count.” He opened his mouth but you didn’t let him speak, “Shut up. I know what you'll say. I’ve wasted a year of my life. We're kind of friends and we work together. I know all that,” you huffed, exhausted. “So just leave.”

You turned to get to your ensuite bathroom and this time succeeded in pulling the dress out of your body, letting it fall to the ground with a rustle. You turned to reach the makeup remover over your counter and almost missed the way he was still standing in your room, looking at you. You blinked as you faced him, and your nipples hardened without your control with the goosebumps navigating your skin. You had nothing on, you rarely did in events like those. You used it to boost your self-esteem and feel sexy, and now you guessed he knew it too.

You removed your makeup relatively quickly and were curious to look back, and he was gone. You looked down with tears pooling in your eyes; but of course. Why did it all just have to come out of your mouth like that? Now he knew your deepest darkest secrets and would never want to work together again in the future. Great.

You stepped into the shower and let the warmth wash away your worries. You were not a child. You had feelings and wants. They were perhaps misplaced, but you didn’t harm anyone. You sighed; still, maybe it was best to look for a new job in the morning.

Once you made peace with that, your mind wandered to greener pastures, to more heavenly thoughts. You reviewed the expression he had as you told him crudely what you wanted, and it was good. Tense. In your wildest fantasies maybe it could be even a little possessive. And the thought of Min Yoongi getting possessive over you turned you on like nothing ever could.

Your hand trailed south along your skin and avoided the water. Your undeniable arousal made you chuckle. You had just told him you touched yourself thinking of him, and there you were again, like clockwork. He never told you not to, he didn’t act disgusted or look at you sideways, so suddenly you felt egged on.

You tilted your ass up and out of the water and spread your folds greedily, closing your eyes to think back to his dark eyes while you were naked in front of him. It was as if he wasn’t thinking, he was just looking. You didn’t see his eyes running up and down your body, but you didn’t have to. No way he would not be curious, even if he had walked out. 

His leaving stung but fuck, was he hot. Now he knew you thought of him and what you did while thinking of him. Your heart stung for a second with the thought that you would lose his friendship, but you got back on track. You were horny and he had created that mess. You tried to kindly tell him to leave so many times, it wasn’t your fault that he lingered until you were spurting the deepest truths and stripping naked to shower. 

And now he knew. He knew you didn't like wearing underwear when you had formal events, how sensitive your nipples were to the cold, and that you had a small blue birthmark at the end of your back. Fuck. He knew you were a dirty little whore fingering yourself to the thought of his cock buried deep—

Two arms wrapped around you and you moaned, too immersed in your fantasy to be startled. You were thinking about his arms around you, his chest strong for your back to take support, hands trailing down your body to explore with long fingers ready to spell your demise so easily—

His fingers were next to yours cupping your sex and you gasped, squirming away only to be pressed against his firm chest.

“No, continue,” his voice was a taunt as his free hand seemed indecisive about where to settle on your body. “You want to touch yourself? Go on.”

You stammered his name but his fingers were quickly learning from yours how to trace your heat, spread your slick, and make you tremble. You were shaking, half embarrassed, half feverish, until his other hand finally settled on groping your breast harshly and you moaned. You moaned with a hiss dragging with how much more you wanted, with your ass bucking into him only to rub more to get a better feeling of his hard cock on your ass. He was clothed, you could feel it, but the thought of him wanting this was driving you up the wall.

He was coming to you while you showered, entering it with clothes on just to reach you, grab you, touch you, and make you moan. There was no hiding it now, no possible misunderstanding. He had fingers rubbing your clit while his other hand squeezed your tit harshly, making your legs weak. Nothing was forcing him to stay, to touch you, to listen to you moan.

You bucked your hips again, you were so close to coming it was unstoppable. Yet a logical thought still tried to push through, “Are you sure about this? We're friends— We work tog—”

If only you weren’t rubbing your ass on his crotch to feel him better, to get tighter, to force his fingers on your clit to chase you.

His reply was a whisper to your ear over your wet hair, “You said what you wanted. You can feel how much I agree.”

Your walls squeezed, you were so ready, “You— You want this?”

His hips pushed into you once and you almost fell apart. “Don’t pretend you can’t feel it. I’m asking myself how you never noticed.”

You gripped his hand over your chest and he released the pressure, instantly making you squirm and whine in a complaint. You pressed his hand and he squeezed again, hearing attentively how your moan pitched wantonly. He hummed near your ear, nuzzling your wet skin with a smile adorning his lips. So that was how you liked it.

“No, I—” Your breath hitched with how he was working you and for the second time you thought you would fall apart, but the intensity reeled back to allow you to think. “Not like this. I noticed you treated me differently but I thought it was because I was the only girl in the studio—”

You staggered with a gasp, your body rushing a cold wave under your skin to contrast with the warm water of the shower, but again the sensation eased as the seconds ticked away. And you knew then that it was him, keeping you on the edge and not letting you fall apart. Him with his smooth fingers and nuzzling behind your ear.

“No, not because of that,” his voice was tense as his lips ghosted over your wet neck. “I was… charmed,” he admitted with a chuckle, and when you bucked your hips, he gripped you closer. “But I thought you saw me as a friend.” The thought alone made his lip pull in annoyance, but the slick covering his fingers at your heat soothed him, “I could have done this so many times if you had just asked.”

He bit down on the tender flesh between your shoulder and neck and you screamed, the sting mixing with your pleasure so viscerally that you could have cum on it alone. Only he sensed it too and moved his hand away, dragging yours along so you couldn’t finish it yourself, and you laughed quietly. He was suckling on your skin with meticulous precision and you could only grin widely, euphoric sparks flying out of control inside your belly.

“You could have said something too,” you sounded like you were whining, but you couldn’t stop yourself. He was now licking where he had just marked you and you were trembling, legs so weak it was embarrassing.

He let go and nuzzled along your neck to your spine in between your wet hair, “I didn’t want you to feel pressured. You either want it or you don’t. I thought you’d say something.”

You chuckled, “I wouldn’t ever. You should have known.”

He hummed and leaned back ever so slightly to look at the curve of your ass pressed against him. Then his hand trailed up, lashed by the shower while gently feeling and pressing your soft skin. He couldn’t believe he almost missed this.

“We have to work on that, then.”

You were still smiling when you let your head fall back to his shoulder, “If you did as I said—”

“I'd be out of here without ever getting to touch you,” his annoyance was clear in his voice, and even in the way his fingers pressed less gently. “Without knowing what’s on your mind. No, you,” he wrapped his arm across your torso to gently reach the base of your neck and you looked up, giving him more space. “You are not in charge here.”

He couldn’t have known the way you were grinning. You just let yourself fall further into his embrace, his hand settling on the base of your neck in a way you found comforting. Then he turned you gently to the side and your back hit the cold wall. A hiss came out of your lips quickly, but you were still smiling. Even as his dark eyes scanned you for your reaction, with one hand keeping you still by the neck. You were waiting with a familiar ease on your features, and he relaxed. That was enough.

Suddenly, your feet parted and you were surprised. He had used his foot to spread your legs and the way his free hand was tracing your wet body like he owned it shortcircuited your brain.

“I want to know what this dirty mind of yours has been keeping from me.”

You could hear a hint of eagerness and it was enough, “I won't tell you.”

“You will.” His tone was so sure, like he held the world at his beckoning, that you trembled. You were sure then he would hold yours, turn it upside down, inside out, and you’d love every second of it. “You will tell me every dream of yours, every fantasy, every little filthy fleeting thought. Then maybe we can do something about it.”

“Maybe?” You were eager, his hand was at your lower stomach but seemingly chose to ignore where you ached most.

“Maybe. If that's something you want.”

“I do, I want everything.”

His eyes jumped to yours; he needed to know if that was a spur-of-the-moment blurted line, or if you meant it. All he found were eager glistening eyes. “Everything?”

“Everything,” you confirmed, eyes staring at him like you were seeing stars.

For a split second, he considered that this could not be what he thought it was. Maybe you were still drunk and just talking big, maybe you had no idea what you were saying. But the way you didn’t waver, even as he considered pulling the plug on everything despite being a millimeter away from snapping and making his thoughts come true did sway him. He brushed your jaw once so tenderly and you leaned into his touch. He’d take it easy while he discovered you, there was no rush.

“Alright,” he voiced and lowered his hand. “Show me first.”

“Show you what?” You were eager but you were starting to shiver.

“What you do when you think of me.”

“Didn’t you just catch me doing it?”

“You’re going to look at me this time.”

“Look?” You tilted your head slightly.

“Eyes on me,” his eyebrows twitched.

“Only my eyes?”

“And your thoughts.”

You grinned and looked away but his instant grip over your chin made you look up.

“You sure you want everything?”

You huffed with a sly smile and let your head fall back to the wall, “I’m sure.” His dark gaze was skeptical and your grin widened, “Oh, I want everything, sugar. Be sure not to hold back.”

He looked down to follow your movements and you almost laughed. Your hand was rubbing your clit so you could control your pleasure while his eyes roamed your body, the doubt lingering on his features. You could laugh again, but you didn’t. The way he doubted you was funny because he had no idea how crazy you were about him, but then it occurred to you that you also didn’t know the first thing about him. Did he like to watch? Would he guide you or leave you adrift? He had edged you three times already, did he notice? Did he do it on purpose to drive you crazy? 

Would he do it again?

Where exactly was his line? He was quiet now, eating you with his eyes and absorbing every little detail, from the way you breathed to your tongue peeking through your lips, to the way you gathered your arousal to coat your clit. You gasped ever so softly and his eyes instantly jumped to your face, and your lips twitched. You had him. How was it that you had the powerful Min Yoongi?

“What is going on in there?”

His voice was soothing and low, soft as a caress, and you smiled. “You.”

“Me how?”

“You told me to think about you,” your fingers hastened and you grinned.

“I told you I want to know your thoughts.”

You hummed with a smile and eyed him from head to toe shamelessly. You knew what he told you, what he wanted, but what about what you wanted?

Your fingers picked up the pace as your eyes gained a sly glim, and you thought he saw it. If he didn’t, he at least heard the wet sounds echoing in the bathroom.

“Do it slowly.”

You obeyed, so painfully slowly that your eyelashes fluttered, but what truly got you was the soothing of his features. He looked endeared, all because you did as he told you. He looked so sweet, so adorable, so loveable. You wanted to squeeze his precious cheeks.

So you reached forward to touch his face, but he slapped your hand away harshly, “No.” You bit your lip not to smile but his eyes were just hardening. “I’m still waiting.”

“For?”

You couldn’t help your grin as you squirmed ever so slightly against the wall. His precious dark eyes were so focused on you.

“Me how?”

But he wasn’t paying attention. “You right now.”

It didn’t surprise you that he didn’t become impatient, “Just me standing here?”

Your fingers were ever so quicker, “Stiff as a stick trying to control something that isn’t yours yet.”

His eyes glimmed and your tongue peeked out again to hide your laugh. It was fun seeing him being careful, but when would he actually touch you?

“Didn’t I say slower?”

You instantly did, and the recoil of the feeling had you fluttering your eyes closed.

“Eyes on me,” he sounded angrier now, closer too.

You did open your eyes but pursed your lips; there was still half an arm's distance between you. If he wouldn’t get the hint, then you’d have to do it yourself.

“Strip,” you asked, swallowing dryly.

He scoffed and instantly looked down, “I said slow.”

“If you want it slow, do it yourself.”

It happened so fast you couldn’t process it. Like a rubberband snapping, his hand darted to your neck pulling and pushing hard enough that your head banged the wall but not harshly enough that it hurt you. It did daze you for a second, but your lips just formed a grin until you laughed. 

Two could play that game, apparently, and he looked so fucking hot when he was mad. You loved that his hand stayed put like a necklace, a reminder that he wasn’t touching your heat, but he owned it. Along with your thoughts and your pleasure, he owned you. And that would have been enough to snap you, but what about him?

So you closed your eyes again, blatantly going against what he wanted, and were not surprised when his free hand darted to pinch your hardened nipple. You moaned instantly, facing him with the same challenge, meeting dark eyes that seemed to have given up on making you talk, but not on making you do as you were told.

So every time you blinked, he pinched you. Your nipples, your sides, your ass, earning moans every time, but nothing more, until he snapped again. He jumped on you and you just made your neck more available for him to latch on and bite. Your moan instantly pitched, and it finally seemed worth it. He was squeezing your tits and biting you while you played yourself to his presence, and he finally was involved in it too.

“Don’t come.”

The joke was that you wanted to do as he said, but you couldn’t anymore. Your moans were higher now, just like your daze, and in a second—

He yanked your hand away, “That’s enough.”

“Why? Didn’t you want to see what happens when I think of you?”

Your voice was light but your chest heaving gave your state away, and the more he kissed and bit down your neck, the worse it became. You needed him, needed more than just his thoughts or presence. You gripped his shoulders to bring him closer, you needed—

A whimper pushed out of you as you hid in his neck, but he didn’t stop. You were sure that had to be at least three fingers just pushing into you roughly with no preparation other than your repeated edging. No preparation came, whatsoever, because as soon as they were in, he started pumping his fingers in and out of you at a vicious speed. 

You instantly lost your grip on reality, though not on his shoulders, as even the air seemed to still inside your lungs. The sultry sounds echoing around you didn’t just come from his digits beckoning you closer insanely fast, but also from your whimpers. Because there was a fire burning you from the inside out with every moan as he bit and licked closer to your ear. As your nails sank through his shirt to reach his skin, your legs trembled, and the wall behind you became scorching hot while he pressed you to it.

From deep within your frenzy you couldn’t hear his growl near your ear, or feel the way his drool dripped down your neck or his fingers dag at your skin. He could hear you, pitchy moans quickly becoming an addictive sound, yet this time it was different. Your cunt was squeezing around him like a vice, and the harder it made for him to finger fuck you, the more he wanted to.

“Don’t come,” he grunted right under your ear, but you couldn’t register. You just moaned even more desperately, gripping him to you so hard he thought he’d melt. “You’ll cum when I tell you to.”

He was trying to hold on to something when he pulled away to look at you, but he could see you weren’t listening. You were flushed and panting hastily, avid with your nerves on fire. You could only see him and you had been waiting too long.

“Please,” you sounded a second away from breaking into tears and he admired you for it at that moment. You were so strong for him. And so pliable.

So he kissed your cheek gently and said your name once, taking pleasure from rolling it over his tongue. “Go on, cum.”

And it was all you needed to snap, tears coming to your eyes as your hips convulsed and searched for friction. You didn’t think you needed it because your walls were tensing, and again and again while desperate cries fell from your lips. His fingers calmed down inside you, his breath the same temperature as your blazing cheeks, and you thought a sweet blanket of lethargy would cover you soon.

Only he never stopped fucking you with his fingers, and so you whimpered and tried to push him away weakly.

“Don’t come down,” he murmured to your cheek. “Stay, don’t let it go.” 

Your nails sank on his shoulder blades again as you squinted your eyes shut. Tears roamed your eyes as you tried breathing and pushing through your sensitivity. You could handle your clit being sensitive, but inside you, that was a whole different story. You felt like you had been pounded to perfection, only to be further kneaded into sensations you had never felt before.

You looked at him, eyes droopy with whines coming out of your mouth. Why weren’t you surprised?

“Give me another one,” he asked gently, but you didn’t answer. 

How could you, he twisted his hand to reach into you deeper and your whole core burned. He was relighting a fire you thought had been extinguished, only to leave you breathless, dripping slick down his hand as you moaned between gritted teeth. 

So beautiful, so tense. He wanted to release you. 

“Look at me,” he asked softly, and you did. His eyes gave you a tenderness that made your heart convulse. How could he act sweetly like that, as if half of his hand wasn’t pounding your g-spot to bits? “You’re so good. Doing so well, giving me everything I want.” Your only reply was your moans, but you were listening. “I need you to focus for me.” He leaned to whisper in your ear, “Focus on the tension. You’re so tight around my fingers. Relax, don’t fight it. That’s it, move with me,” his voice was sweeter, and you softened. It was as if he was in it with you. As if he could feel it too. As if he was fucking you and not just sticking his fingers inside you. “You feel so good,” his whisper felt like the highest form of praise, and your moan pitched, melting alongside your nerves. He was so happy at the sound as he traced his lips down your cheek to whisper to the corner of your mouth, “Come with me.”

You moved with him once, twice, seeing in his eyes how much he was seeing and feeling you before looking at his lips, so close. He brushed yours ever so slightly in the hint of a kiss, moving with you as if you were jumping on his cock and not on his digits, and it was what pushed you. You pulled him closer and he let his mouth fall to yours, and your orgasm instantly started, forcing you to swerve so you could moan and breathe as you disintegrated. 

He let you feel your ecstasy to the fullest, biting his lip and feeding off of your release as if it were oxygen. Your trembling lips, your nails that marked his shoulders, your throbbing walls squeezing and gripping around him in sweet delight. All of you like a charming melody, sweet and utopic. Your moans were music until the very last, and by then, he had to taste it.

His free hand cupped your cheek and coaxed you into a sloppy kiss that you instantly reacted to. You were still not there, though, too dazed from the high to realize it fully; until you did. And you gasped. Yoongi’s tongue was licking at your bottom lip gently as if you were a delicacy that needed to be tasted slowly, and you couldn’t believe it.

You parted your lips to let him in and he pressed you even closer, enclosing you in such a euphoric moment you thought you’d pop like a firework. Like a cocoon filled with dazed butterflies with nowhere to go. He was kissing you and your wildest dreams seemed to have just come true. Tears were still hanging onto your waterline, and when he pressed your lips to move away and breathe, you were scared that it had all been a dream.

“So good, you’re so good.”

His voice was calm and tender, and it gave you the courage to open your eyes. He was so close with his eyes roaming your features swiftly, taking in the smallest detail as if he was finally free to. Then he smiled at your wonder, and you were convinced it was a dream.

That notion didn’t dissipate as he reached to the side to grab a towel and dry you with gentleness, enveloping you in the fluffy material as if it were a cloud. You sniffled, drained from the energy that you had just burned away and woozy from his sweet pats as he tried to dry the excess water out of your long hair.

Not even when he took your hand and pulled you back into your bedroom did the haze recede. Instead, you saw him pull the duvet open for you to get in the bed and you lost the towel and got in without a thought. Once you settled in, you did have your first thought: where was he going?

But he was back soon, and you knew in the back of your mind that he was just making the place tidy: getting the coffee cup from the floor to put it on the table, stopping the shower, and shutting the lights. Then he grabbed your towel from the floor and dried his own hair with hastened movements before throwing it aside. His eyes fell on you and your own picked up on the wet spots on his clothes. He was probably cold too.

“Come here,” you voiced hoarsely, staying in a ball to conserve the heat. He instantly stepped to you, but you pouted, “Clothes off first.”

He blinked and looked down, but then smirked and did as you asked. Of course, he couldn’t make your bed humid and uncomfortable with his clothes. Your eyes were on him, unable to separate from the soft unblemished skin revealing itself more and more. His muscles moved as he bent down, wide shoulders and soft biceps trying to hide the strength he had. But you just observed quietly, tucked in the duvet. You could still feel his fingers inside and all around you, pressing and owning you easily. But you could keep a secret, his power and strength were only for you to know.

He lowered his pants and boxers and your eyes glued to him like a magnet. He was hard and pretty, with protruding veins on a thick length that had your imagination doing cartwheels.

Your thoughts were interrupted quickly when he opened the duvet to get beside you and you shivered. You opened your arms and legs to welcome him, and in your haze, you suddenly thought that it all felt so domestic.

He grabbed your hand and pulled it away to tell you he wanted to lie behind you and you agreed instantaneously. His arms wrapped around you just as fast as you rubbed your ass to his crotch, and he chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your head.

“You must be tired.”

“No,” your voice was a low whimper as his warmth relaxed your nerve ends.

“No?” He sounded amused and soft and you had to admit that his chest was the fluffiest pillow.

“No…”

You didn't want to, but you were slowly dozing off. Slowly, and a bit more with every soothing breath you took together.

You shook and forced your eyes open, “I don't want to fall asleep.”

“Why?”

Your heart beamed and your lips curved; he was still holding you with his mouth to your head.

“Because… it will end,” you admitted, falling deeper into his touch as he nuzzled your hair. Suddenly you realized his boner was half gone. “You didn't come, I haven't touched you yet. I don't want to miss the opportunity.”

“We have tomorrow.”

“You might change your mind.”

“So can you.”

“I won't,” you insisted with a hint of annoyance as you twisted to look back at him.

“I won't either,” he promised calmly, glistening eyes set on you.

Your eyes were closing, the comfort and lethargy were pulling you away. Still, you focused on his lips, “Kiss me.”

He met your lips with no hesitation and you let that sweet touch soothe you. When he pulled away and kissed your nose, you slipped asleep.

When you woke up in the morning, two things made you alert: your soreness and the lack of space. You groaned with the sweet throb between your legs but frowned because something was over you. Turning back, the most precious image graced your vision and made stars twinkle in your eyes.

Min Yoongi was sleeping as quietly as a mouse with an arm around your shoulders as if to keep you tucked in. You brushed his hair aside and his nose twitched, making you instantly melt. Why did he look so sweet asleep? How could he be such a beast as a musician, a genius producer, and a darling in private?

You kept brushing his hair soothingly, thinking that intimately he was not a darling. No, not cute, not sweet. If that throb between your legs meant something, it was that Yoongi was the kind that owned. He owned his music, his process, the studio room, and you, for all you cared. Your finger trailed his cheek as you recalled your words the night before. He said he wanted you, the same as you, and he said he wouldn't change his mind, but what if he did? What if you lost your opportunity the night before?

Maybe you were still half asleep; otherwise, the fact that you were both in bed naked would have meant something. As it stood, you were anxious about what reality could bring. So when he opened his eyes and saw you, your instinct was to kiss him.

You brushed his lips gently but surely, giving him more than enough time and place to push you away if he wanted to. So when he didn't, you became bolder. Your tongue teased the seam of his lips and your hand roamed his chest, and as you got lost, you became vulnerable. 

He waited as long as he could. He let you kiss him, let you press, let you push him a bit back into the pillow, let you cup his jaw, but you never moved away. Never stopped, and never changed your mind. You did say you wanted everything, and he thought he had given you enough time to take it back.

So he grabbed your hair and rolled over you to get on top, pushing his tongue past your lips without asking. And you moaned, instantly weak to him taking something that in all that concerned you belonged to him anyway.

You thought that meant a green light to explore him just as he was doing, passing his hand down your side to your waist, but no. You palmed the expanse of his chest and he interrupted his mission simply to grab your wrists and pull them down. He pressed them once to the mattress, then released one to pass his slender fingers between your breasts and you took the opportunity again. Your hand sneakily went under the sheets to scratch his hip up to his ass, feeling how firm he was over you, yet he caught you before you could squeeze him.

“Stay still.”

He could have been saying good morning, yet you puffed, “Let me.”

“No.”

“But I want to,” you pouted and he nibbled down your neck.

“Too bad.”

You wanted to be good to him; you liked him touching you and his hard cock ever so close to your core did make you hazy with want. But as he kissed and licked and palmed and pressed you from head to toe, you grew impatient. Incredibly so when he turned you belly down to do the same down the length of your spine as if he had all the time in the world. Even more when he raised your ass and spread your legs, nibbling at your ass cheeks and squeezing them roughly. Aggravatingly so when he noticed your wetness dripping down your inner thigh and made it his pastime to try to reach it with his tongue.

“Yoongiiiiii,” you whined at the end of your patience, waves of goosebumps driving you insane as he spread your asscheeks more to reach your wet inner thighs.

“Hmm,” he was having way too much fun.

“Let me touch you too.”

And ruin the fun? “No.”

You whined again, “But I've waited.”

“Not enough.”

“Why not?” You were sulking despite your spasms around nothing. He could feel them without directly touching you, and it drove him to bite and kiss harder. You squirmed at his lack of reply, “How long more?”

“Until I say so.”

You shook your ass half in annoyance half in desperation, “I've waited enough. At least fuck me.”

“No.”

It was as though he was shooing a fly.

“Come on,” you dragged. “Get to the good part.” He snorted but didn't move. “Fuck me, come on.”

“No.”

“But you'll feel so good.”

He sighed with your taste on his tongue, “I know.”

“So do it.”

“Hmmmm.”

You thought there would be progress as he touched your core ever so lightly. But you waited and waited for what felt like an eternity. And although the tip of his fingers explored every nook and cranny slowly and gently, even the embarrassing ones, you were still not closer to what you wanted.

And so you snapped, “I asked you to fuck me.” He hummed, but your tone was assertive, “I won't shut up until you do.”

He changed absolutely nothing, wet fingers dragging to your nipples lightly.  And so you insisted.

“I'm waiting. How long will you keep me waiting? Should I do it myself?”

Your hand moved and he put it in place instantly.

“I can show you how it's done,” your tone became mocking. “In case you’re lost.” His teeth brushed the back of your thigh and you smirked, “If you never used your cock before—”

A slap to your asscheek echoed and you grinned. It was firm, a warning, but what could you do? You always liked to talk big in bed, and you couldn’t miss the opportunity to rile him up.

“Nothing to be ashamed of— If you don't know where to go or what to do— Should I take over?”

Every slap felt like a win and that last one wasn't any different. He gave more of him when he did it, and you felt it in the sting, the touch, the attention. When he grabbed your asscheeks and squeezed until you cried out, you thought that he might be holding back.

“You talk too much,” he said quietly.

“And you fuck too little.”

He pushed you harshly to fall with your belly up and grabbed your head firmly in place, using his body over you to fully press you down the mattress.

“I like to fuck people who indulge me.”

“Liar.” It escaped your lips before you could think. You were too horny to think, but then you laughed, “Fucking liar. You're rock hard, you want to fuck me so bad is not even funny.”

“Your point?”

“You like it,” you whispered, raising your head to reach his lips, which he didn't let happen. You looked into his eyes, “You like what I'm saying. You adore every spank and every little reason I give you to do it.”

His expression didn't change except for the laughter in his eyes, “Can you blame me?”

“Fuck no.”

“Is it a problem?” He seemed cautious. 

“Yoongi,” you sighed. “I said everything.”

His lips finally showed a smile as he got on his forearms to look at you with new eyes.

“But Yoongi,” you called with a pout. “I did wait long enough.”

He grinned widely, so endearingly you wanted to kiss his entire adorable face. So loveable you wanted to drive him crazy.

“You'll wait as long as I tell you to.”

He seemed happy now as he leaned to kiss and play with your chest, pink tongue messing with your perky nipples to the point you squirmed. And it felt good, so good your legs were restless under him, opening but struggling to get him to align. He tortured your nipples, suckling and biting only to smile at your fussiness. You could only take so much.

You squealed, “If you don’t put your cock in me soon I’ll fucking scream.”

“Scream?” He was amused, barely separating his mouth from your breast.

But you sucked in a breath and screamed at the top of your lungs. Only for a second though; his hand covered your mouth and forced you to look at him.

“Shut it.”

He raised his hand carefully with your eyes locked, and all you did was roll your hips to get his cock near your dripping core. You thought he had learned something, so when he moved too but against you, keeping what you wanted purposefully at bay, you decided that holding back was not getting you anywhere.

You threw your head back and screamed again, and when his hand darted to muffle it, you bit it.

You took another breath, but before you could scream his hand wrapped around your neck firmly. You looked into his eyes as lightheadedness relaxed your neck and shoulders. He was so careful, but you were at such ease.

“Are you going to be quiet?”

His fingers were perfect around your throat, “I want to cream your cock so bad.”

Your voice was a wanton whine as your glistening eyes focused on him. You couldn't describe how much you were melting, how much he relaxed you only to tense you up the next second if he so chose to. How much that drove you to want him like crazy.

“Is that a dirty thought?” You nodded once, pleading with your eyes. He nuzzled your nose sweetly, “Not yet.”

“Then I won't be quiet.”

Your voice was gentle like a breeze but carried consequence, and when he nuzzled you further, you knew everything went both ways. He knew it too, and he wasn't stopping you.

You tentatively tried a scream and his hand wrapped firmer, observing you with sparkles in his eyes.

You huffed, cheeks becoming hot, “Why won’t you just do what I want?”

“Why won’t you quiet down?”

“And do your job for you?” 

You could see the smile in his eyes — he knew you were embarrassed. He was just seeing how far you’d go in your brattiness, but you were so horny you were lost. 

“All I’m asking for is your cock, don’t you have one?” He raised an eyebrow at your taunt; you could both feel his hard shaft pressed to your thigh. “So why don’t you shut me up? Do you need me to tell you how to use your dick?”

“Just because you’re needy and desperate, it doesn’t mean you should get what you want.”

The burn traveled to your chest; he was scolding you and it was like you’d been shaken. Of course, he’d answer you and deal with your attitude. You never thought he’d be the type to let it fly but to actually have him doing it was burning you from the inside out.

“But what I want is you,” you sighed, batting your eyelashes flagrantly. “Let me get on my knees, I’ll do whatever you like.”

He took only a second, “No, I like where you are.” You grinned in absolute joy; you also loved being under him with his hand around your neck. You felt taken care of and grounded, even as your mind became chaotic in the hazyness. “And there goes another dirty thought, hm?”

You bit your lip, “In my fantasies you always give it to me so right.”

“This isn’t a fantasy anymore.”

You grinned, “No, thank fuck. You look so much better pissed off in real life.”

He raised an eyebrow, “You want to piss me off?”

You almost laughed, “I want you to fuck me.”

“I never said I wouldn't,” he adjusted his hips but purposefully made it impossible for you to have him, and you squinted. He was smiling, “I just told you to wait.”

“And I told you I’d scream.”

You were snappy and he grinned, “Can’t we be civilized about this?”

His lips ghosted you and your chest burned again, “Nothing civilized about the way I want you to fuck me senseless.”

Your voice was wanton, bordering a moan as your hips rolled just to feel the tease of his cock near your core, and he kissed down your chin, “So you’ll scream?”

“Like hell.”

“No changing your mind?”

“Fuck no. Stop stalling,” you whined, moving your spread legs in the hopes of catching him, but he only chuckled.

“Go on, then.”

He got off you and you huffed in annoyance and screamed. It was short and you opened your eyes to see him just observing you with amusement. Why was it so funny to him when you were getting upset?

So you took a deep breath and screamed again and this time your lips pulled in a smile because what the heck were you doing?

“That’s it?”

His taunt had you take a deep breath and scream again, only to fall short. You covered your eyes and stifled a laugh. It reminded you of how you screamed on roller coasters.

“You must not have enough reasons to scream yet.”

You bit your lip, imagining the reasons you could have, the ways he could make you scream. The bed dipped next to you but you stayed in your reverie. In it, Yoongi touched you. He slapped your cunt with his cock and promised to use you. He grabbed you by the neck while he pounded into you so hard you saw stars.

You huffed in impatience, neediness making you bold; you were about to sit up and do something when you stopped. He was throwing his leg over you and his cock was so close your eyes nearly crossed. He grabbed your head in place, but you were staring, fixed, jaw falling open and lax instantly. You could pretend you wanted to scream more but you were just salivating, so when he aimed his cock at you, you just met him halfway.

His taste hit your buds quickly and moved to reach your throat, and you lost it. Your eyes rolled as you closed them, the salty traces leaving you dizzy, and the way he pushed himself down your throat made you squirm in waves of pleasure. It felt hot and intense and wild as he did it again and again, each time getting a better sense of how much you could take. You barely cared about breathing; he was finally using your mouth, fucking you, showing you how much he wanted you without holding back, and with each push, he made you feel better than the last. Elated, special — he was groaning and getting riled up down your throat because you made him feel that good.

Suddenly, he pulled back and you followed him as long as you could before he grabbed your arms and raised them above your head to stop you. He had heard you choke so he was probably worried, but you only sighed in impatience.

“So greedy,” he taunted, pressing your wrists down firmly. But he had a glint in his eyes — he was paying attention to you. Not worried, just caring.

“Aren’t you learning?” You said as you tried not to melt, but it was too late. He chuckled and his smile made you happy. “Keep going,” you asked softly, despite the tears running down to your hairline. “Please.”

He brushed his thumbs on your wrists for a second with his eyes set on you. You were such a handful and he couldn’t love it any better. Asking for him like that secretly drove him crazy, and made him want to give you everything you could ever wish for, no matter what. So when you leaned back and opened your mouth, it was his pleasure to stuff it with his dick. He grabbed your wrists more firmly and supported his weight on them to help him lean forward and give you the fucking you craved.

Time and time again he snapped his hips to get his cock down your throat, and it was challenging. His muscles were burning, but so were his lower stomach and balls as he tried not to come. You moaned and choked and bounced as he fucked your head into the mattress, and yet you were totally relaxed. Your arms and hands were still, calm as you got used and loved it. And he loved it too, but for your first time together and after skipping it the night before, he thought this time he wanted more.

He pulled away from you and it took you a second, but you instantly sulked. He settled between your legs as you cleaned the drool, “So I’m not going to swallow the sugar rush?”

He chuckled, “No, not this time.” You pursed your lips and were about to whine about him stopping so soon when he asked, “Do you have a condom?”

Your eyes widened and you instantly scrammed to conjure up one. Shit, shit shit, you thought as you turned your room upside down, then your toiletries, then your bathroom. Why the fuck didn’t you have one? Well, sure, you knew why, but you were so angry now. You could not miss this opportunity!

You turned to your kitchen, desperate at that point until you gasped. You searched for your first aid box and dug until you finally found a lost wrapper. You waved it victoriously as you strode back to your room and to bed, and Yoongi was there to receive you with a look you couldn’t identify. He grabbed your arm and threw you on the bed before pinning you down from between your legs and kissing you till you lost your breath.

If he wanted to fuck you before, now he wanted to screw you so hard you’d only ever remember his cock. To think you said you wanted to be with him the whole last year, and that you hadn’t been with anyone else because of it made him wild. Why had you both played it so safe? He had been to your apartment so many times, set you to sleep on that very same bed, and yet never once did he get the inkling that you wanted him. Not as he wanted you. But just now, you were dripping with how much you wanted him, squirming, begging for him to fuck you, and trying to rile him up so he would. You jolted at his fingers in your folds, rubbing your chest to his for any hint of a touch, moaning when he pulled your head back by your hair. You wanted him bad and he was going to give it to you.

He pulled away from you and you almost screamed in frustration, but seeing him putting the condom on cooled you just enough to stay quiet. Your hands even stayed above your head voluntarily as you waited patiently, thinking he wouldn’t waste that condom, he’d surely fuck you finally.

You moaned suddenly and looked down, confused for a second, but you weren’t dreaming. He was grabbing his cock and slapping your cunt with it right over your clit. You squirmed with need, but he kept doing it harder and harder, wet sounds echoing with your excitement.

“Fuck, I just knew it,” you mumbled, clenching around nothing right before his eyes.

“Knew what?”

“That you’d do that,” you moaned, hands tightly gripping each other so you would stay put.

He hummed as he did it quicker, seeing your slick connect to his cock, “That so? What else do you think I’ll do?”

You were burning all the way to your shoulders, trying to move with him so that his cock could give you friction, and he didn’t stop you. So you answered through gritted teeth, “Stick it in, get deep, fucking use me until I’m stuffed with your cum.”

Your voice disappeared with the lack of breath; he was dragging his cock over your clit now and it was the sweetest reward. 

“Filthy thoughts you’re having, hmm?” You were lost in your motion, rolling your hips to earn that friction so you gasped when he pushed his cock inside you, loving the burn as your core split to accommodate his girth. “Read my fucking mind.”

You screamed when he bottomed out, biting your lip with the way he was forcing himself inside you. Then you opened your eyes to see him and instantly clenched around him, and he smirked. 

“Been thinking about fucking me, huh?” You could barely hold a thought, but the opportunity to tease him was too sweet.

“It has crossed my mind,” he said and snapped his hips, and you didn’t know whether to gasp or moan. He’d hit you deep and hard, you knew he would, and it made you even tighter. His nails dag at your hips, “So many times.” He was starting slow but deep and you could do nothing but moan. “How you would moan, what you would want, how you would give in and let me take you,” every wish was pointed by a deep thrust. “Now look at you.” You looked down: your tits were bouncing with every hit, gushing sounds echoed along with your moans from how wet your heat was, and the sight of his thick cock pushing between your slit to enter you was the cherry on top. It was the can of cream about to blow you full, and you wanted to get filled. “Almost cuming even though I’ve barely started.”

“Cause you feel so good,” you breathed in a moan.

He leaned to grope your taunting tits, “You told me to use you.”

“Fuck, please.”

He gritted his teeth and adjusted you better so he could pick up the pace. And what a vicious pace it was, fast and steady, leaving you so hazed and lost, that you had no words. He slapped your tits around and you clenched, tears roaming your eyes with how good and sweet it was. It didn’t hurt, every touch sparkled pleasure in your veins, and the sight of him hitting and scratching, his squeezes on every bit of you only made you even more sensitive. More elated and euphoric, so much so you were mumbling more with every moan involuntarily. He was slapping and roughly marking your chest as you asked, and suddenly you threw your head back and looked at him.

“Harder,” you asked out of breath, and he slapped your tit so hard you screamed before moaning deeply. “Just not my face.”

You thought to tell him from within a glimpse of logic, and he nodded and took note of your limit. Instead, he leaned forward and groped both boobs again and you squirmed desperately.

“Squeeze,” you breathed, your moan pitching. He did, but it wasn’t enough, “Please!”

He did, a bit harder with every thrust into your messy cunt. It was maybe selfish, but he wanted to see how you unraveled. How you wanted those strong sensations, how you craved something more intense each time and with every bit of strength, you transformed it into a beautiful pleasure that had you bursting.

He saw you coming again, writhing around thoughtlessly with the intensity of your pleasure, so hard he didn’t have to look down to see you throbbing around his cock. He still did though, mesmerized by it, only to chuckle. You had left a ring of white around the base of his cock; you just had to have your way in the end.

He leaned in to kiss you through your haze, slowly sensing with his lips the condition you were in. At first, your reaction was delayed, the brush of your lips falling behind as you recovered. But then you reacted and pushed back against his tongue, and he knew you were good.

He pulled back and turned you around, and you helped and got on all fours instantly. He didn’t wait, he aimed his cock at you and entered your velvety embrace as soon as he could. You arched your back for him and pressed back into him a couple of times to feel him deeper, and he grinned.

“Finally. So obedient,” he taunted, squeezing your ass cheeks to spread for him.

“You’re finally fucking me senseless.”

Your voice was a whisper, and he smirked. You asked him to use you, and he was doing a good job at it. But now he wanted to make you scream, to mark you so hard you’d never be anything but his. He couldn’t help it; now that his cock was shoved deep inside you, he didn’t want anything else. Now that he knew what you tasted like, what you sounded like, and how filthy your mind and mouth could be, he wanted nothing else. He saw you trying to get him deeper, huffing and puffing as you swayed with him, and his chest tightened. The possessiveness you were inspiring in him was raw and dangerous, but he didn’t want to fight it.

So he gave you both what you wanted: he smacked your ass as he pounded into you, seeing the way it bounced in either direction until he couldn’t focus anymore. Until he was desperate to own you, to hear you scream, to know you’d beg for him forever. It wasn’t enough; no matter how hard you screamed, he wanted more and he wanted it to last. 

Grabbing your hair to pull it into showing the beautiful curve of your neck was a mistake, though. Suddenly he saw how beautiful you were, vulnerable and immersed in every sensation he gave you. He wanted you to be his, and suddenly it hit him that you already were. And you loved it.

And it snapped his senses, overthrowing his strong grip on his pleasure as if he had never had any. He became sloppy but still held on to your hips to sink and cum as deeply inside you as he possibly could. He groaned with every peak, jerking to milk the sensation between your tight walls as best as he could until he stilled. Fuck, how the hell did you do that to him?

He noticed then you were trembling and his priorities immediately surfaced, “Are you okay?”

You hummed, but he wasn’t having it. He pulled out despite your whine and helped you to softly lay on your side. Then he hopped off the bed, dealt with the condom, and searched around for water and a snack.

You were still stunned, out from the intensity of the emotions that had tensed and relaxed your body simultaneously. Your soul didn’t know how to handle what just happened, and the only thing that occurred to you before he came back was that you had totally surrendered. You didn’t force yourself to be tame and quiet, or said and did what the other person wanted so you wouldn’t ruin it for them. You were yourself, through and through, and Yoongi fucking ate you up like dessert.

The bed dipped behind you and you turned to him, sighing happily when he pulled you in to snuggle.

“Here — water and chocolate.”

You glanced at the bottle and bar and smiled widely. Your heart was right all along, and although you knew it was definitely too soon, there were special words at the tip of your tongue trying to get out.

Instead, you let him insist and sit you up to take a sip of water and a bite before letting you fall back into his arms in a sweaty embrace that you wanted with all your heart.

He was kissing your head and tracing your arm quietly when you decided to tell him, “Next time cover me with cum.”

He raised an eyebrow as he glanced at you, and you pouted.

“Just… You wanted to know what I think about.”

“You think about that?”

“Sometimes.”

He smirked and squeezed you inside his arms, “What else have you been hiding from me?”

“You have no idea,” you laughed.

You were melting and relaxing into his touch as he pecked your head when he whispered, “Are we bad?”

Your heart hurt for a second, what? But then you realized what he was saying: your song. When you wrote a conversation you once imagined you both could have had:

You're bad, you liar. 

It's me who's bad, I know this bad desire, sugar.

So you chuckled and sang along to the melody, “What did you do to me, sugar?”

[yoonbeomie]

my sweet daegu boys

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Masterlist

Author's Note: Hey! I wrote this story back in 2016 on some fanfic websites and am bringing it back as I edit the chapters. I wanted to put my perspective and imagination on what if BTS had a black girl in their group from America. This'll be a long story starting from their debut so enjoy the ride!

I have so many chapters already written. I had stopped in the story around late 2016 before the MAMA Awards. As I wrote this story over the years I wanted this character to be relatable and grow as a performer as well as go through hardships. It'll be a slow start but it will get better as the chapters go on, I hope you give it a chance.

This will mainly start with friendship. Not just the character and the love interest. I didn't want to rush things and I tried my best to add a lot of bonding and cute moments. This is a SLOW BURN with my OC and Jungkook. The two will not become a couple until 2016.

I'm also on Wattpad and Archive of Our Own

----

Profile Of Jennie

Chapter 1- The Foreign Trainee

Chapter 2- The Debut

Chapter 3- Rookie King Episode 1

Chapter 4- Rookie King Episode 2

Chapter 5- Rookie King Episode 3

Chapter 6- Rookie King Episode 4

Chapter 7- Rookie King Episode 5

Chapter 8- Rookie King Episode 6

Chapter 9- Rookie King Episode 7

Chapter 10- Rookie King Episode 8

Chapter 11- We're Proud of You

Chapter 12- They're My Family

Chapter 13- Boy In Luv

Chapter 14- Look Forward To White Day

Chapter 15- Going to SOPA

Chapter 16- Spending White Day With BTS

Chapter 17- Just One Day

Chapter 18- American Hustle Life Episode 1

Chapter 19- American Hustle Life Episode 2

Chapter 20- American Hustle Life Episode 3 (Yoongi Fluff & Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 21- American Hustle Life Episode 4 (Yoongi Fluff!)

Chapter 22- American Hustle Life Episode 5

Chapter 23- American Hustle Life Episode 6

Chapter 24- American Hustle Life Episode 7

Chapter 25- I Found It In Big Hit

Chapter 26- BTS China Job

Chapter 27- KCON 2014

Chapter 28- American Hustle Life Episode 8

Chapter 29- Personal Trainer? (Jungkook fluff at the end!)

Chapter 30- War of Hormone (Major Jungkook fluff! One of my favs)

Chapter 31- You Are Special (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 32- You're Easy To Mess With

Chapter 33- Mama Awards 2014 (Jungkook fluff and jealous Jungkook!)

Chapter 34- Let's Name It Iron Man (Namjoon fluff and Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 35- BTS Now

Chapter 36- My Ideal Type

Chapter 37- Running Man (Major Jungkook fluff! One of my favs!)

Chapter 38- I'm Lacking

Chapter 39- How Much You're Loved

Chapter 40- I Need U (Major Jungkook Fluff and Suga Fluff!)

Chapter 41- And What If I Don't? (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 42- BTS Now 2

Chapter 43- Our First Win

Chapter 44- He's Smitten (Major Jungkook Fluff & Bam Bam Fluff One of my favs!)

Chapter 45- BTS in Kota Kinabalu

Chapter 46- BTS Festa

Chapter 47- Two Different Pages (RM Fluff and Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 48- Don't Steal The Beef!

Chapter 49- Distressed (Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 50- Payback (Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 51- Dope

Chapter 52- One Person Won't Ruin This

Chapter 53- I Think I Love Her

Chapter 54- Rekindle (MAJOR Jungkook fluff and one of my FAVS!)

Chapter 55- BTS Run Episodes 1-3

Chapter 56- BTS GAYO Track 1 & 2

Chapter 57- Tension Escalator (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 58- Fan Sign (some angst but ends in fluff!)

Chapter 59- ISAC 2015 Chuseok Special (one of my favs!)

Chapter 60- Running Man: The Golden Duo (MAJOR Jungkook fluff + suggestive)

Chapter 61- Tense (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 62- Protection Squad (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 63- RUN (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 64- Sweet 18

Chapter 65- Karma (Fight! Flawless Victory!)

Chapter 66- BTS GAYO Tracks 3-9

Chapter 67- BTS RUN Episodes 4-9

Chapter 68- Under The Mistletoe (Jungkook fluff! Kiss!)

Chapter 69- GAYO Daechukje & GAYO Daejejun (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 70- Jungkook's Confession (Self Explanatory! MAJOR Jungkook fluff! Almost there! My fav!!)

Chapter 71- You Are In Your Feelings

Chapter 72- You Were Worth The Wait (Start of JenKook!)

Chapter 73- It's About Time

Chapter 74- King of Masked Singer

Chapter 75- Ejected

Chapter 76- White Day (Big Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 77- Fire

Chapter 78- Prom (Big Jungkook fluff and smol Jungkook Smut)

Chapter 79- Meeting Shawn Mendes

Chapter 80- Taking Things A Little Further (Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 81- BTS Festa 2016

Chapter 82- K-Con 2016

Chapter 83- I Need You On This

Chapter 84- BTS Bon Voyage Season 1 (Big Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 85- BTS In Dubai

Chapter 86- WINGS 8 (Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 87- Wild N Out (One of my favs!)

Chapter 88- This Is Not A Drill!

Chapter 89- Blood, Sweat, & Tears

Chapter 90- Idol Parents? (Big JK Fluff)

Chapter 91- Tub Big Enough For Two (Big JK Fluff! One of my favs!)

Chapter 92- Thank You (Big Jungkook Fluff! One of my favs!)

Chapter 93- Our First Time (Big Jungkook Fluff + Smut)

The Bangtan Gal Masterlist PART 2

[firesighgirl]

athina’s endless list of fav seokjin fics

welcome! after almost 2.5 years of reading bts fanfiction and almost 1.5 year of deciding to use this untouched side blog as a bts fanfic review blog (bc i hate being a silent reader), i think it’s time to do a list of the seokjin stories that i liked the most! don’t forget to show love to all the fanfic authors!!! thank you for providing us such incredible stories❣��

key:  💖 indicates my all time fav stories

SERIES

crystallised saga by @floralseokjin (complete, s, a, f, fuckbuddies2aquaintances2friends2lovers)💖 

hideaway by @bonvoyagenoona (complete, s, a, f, childhood friends2lovers)💖

effleurer by @sugaurora (ongoing/on a hiatus, s, a, sex work!au, boss!jin, bdsm themes)💖

instatiable by @heartbeatan (complete, s, a, succubus!oc)💖

fire & desire by @joonbird (ongoing/on hiatus, s, a, fuckbuddies au)💖

my tiny secret by @personasintro (complete, s, a, f, mistress!au, unplanned pregnancy)

girls want love by @raplinesmoon (ongoing? idk im just enjoying the ride, s, f, a, sometimes ft.hobi)💖

satisfy by @suga-kookiemonster (ongoing, s, f, a, kim line series, sex work au)💖

the platonic collection by @joheunsaram (ongoing? idk im just enjoying the ride, s, f, a, bestfriends2lovers, bdsm themes, idiots2lovers)💖

by your side by @sodoyouknowbts (complete, s, f, a, roommates2lovers, idiots2lovers, ft.joon)

show me yours & i’ll show you mine by @ktheist (complete, s, f, a, bff’s big bro!jin)

blurred lines by @yoonia (complete, s, coworkers au)

off limits by @floralseokjin (complete, s, a, f, big bro’s bff!jin)

the devil wears armani by @floralseokjin (complete, s, a, f, devil!jin, human!reader)💖

of bears and bonds by @yoonia (complete, s, f, a, were-bear/bear shifter!jin, witch!reader, fated mates!au)💖

made-up love song by @floralseokjin (complete, s, f, a, dilf!jin, single dad! jin, teacher!reader)

9 months to fall in love by @floralseokjin (complete, s, f, a, unplanned pregnancy!au, strangers2lovers to put it simply)💖

refinery29 by @kpopfanfictrash (ongoing, s, f, established relationship)

feral by @ilikemesometaetaes (ongoing, s, vampire!jin ft. werewolf!tae)

whims & inconsistencies by @hisunshiine (complete, s, f, a, historial!au, pride & prejudice vibes)

the light of dead stars by @ahundredtimesover (complete, s, f, a, arranged marriage, fake romance, ft. ex!joon)

chip and dip by @demonhoseok (complete, s, f, fuckbuddies!au)

feeling nauti by @ohharrow (ongoing, eventual s)

the a-listers by @httpknjoon (complete, f, a if you squint bc we all felt ANGSTY at some point) and confidential (ongoing, f)💖

little do you know by @yoongiofmine (complete, s, f, a, idol!ot7 ft. reader, playmate!au)💖

acquainted by @xpeachesncream (complete, s, f, a, professor!jin, engaged!jin, ft. jin’s little step bro!jk)

paraluman by @muniimyg (complete, s, f, a, sm!au, ft.bff!jk)💖

into the rush by @minisugakoobies (s, f, a, bff’s bro!jin, dodgeball!au)

internal conflicts by @yoongiofmine (s, f, a, step siblings!au but they didn’t grow up together so it’s not weird)💖

ONESHOTS/DRABBLES

thank you, daddy by @ktheist (s, a, sugar daddy!seokjin, sugar baby!reader)💖

kairos and the follow up story, appetence by @luffles424 (two shot, s, a, f, a/b/o, alpha!seokjin, omega!reader)💖

warm this winter by @jamaisjoons (s, f, a, ft. ex bf/still bff jungkook, one night stand!seokjin)💖

all i don’t want for christmas is you! and the drabble by @minisugakoobies (s, a, coworkers, enemies2lovers)

aubade by @junghelioseok (s, f, one night stand, domestic vibes)💖

in the dead of night by @ot7always (s,f, friends2lovers, vampire!jin, human!reader)💖

sunglasses by @joheunsaram (pwp, dom!jin, brat!oc)

on the ropes by @raplinesmoon (s, f, a, ex boxer!jin, ft.jk) + the extra drabbles💖

arrogant by @dreamyjoons (pwp, enemies2lovers)

the end. by @jimlingss (a, f, prepare to CRY YOUR EYES OUT)💖

jealous by @hobisuniverse (pwp, idiots2lovers, friends2lovers)💖

god of mischief by @wwilloww (s, f, ancient god!jin, priestess!oc)

winter solace by @floralseokjin (s, f, a, friends2lovers, neighbours2lovers)

what he wants by @likeastarstar (pwp)💖

final sleigh and the drabbles by @floralseokjin (s, enemies2lovers, coworkers!au)💖

knotty or nice by @lavienjin (s, f, sugar daddy!jin)

once bitten, twice shy by @fantasybangtan (f, coworkers au, so much bickering)

salt + shadow by @floralseokjin (pwp, strangers2lovers, ft.incubus!tae)💖

view by @noteguk (pwp)💖

small tuna fish by @floralseokjin (s, friends2lovers)

launderette by @hamsterclaw (s, a, strangers2lovers)

call me papi by @jjksblackgf (pwp)💖

my type by @floralseokjin (s, f, virgin!jin)💖

copy room christmas by @feliix (s, workplace!au, boss!jin)💖

wet & wild by @jamaisjoons (pwp, friends2lovers)

glazed & dazed by @floralseokjin (pwp, pornstars!au)💖

sugar by @wwilloww (s, sugardaddy!jin)💖

wallflower by @heartbeatan (s, onenightstand!au)

ravished by two by @yoonia (pwp, a/b/o, ft.joon, fated mates!au)💖

opaline moon by @missgeniality (s, f, a, friends2lovers)

strings by @sugakookitty (pwp, s, f, dilf!seokjin, strangers2lovers)💖

kiss it better by @ppersonna (s, f, roommates2lovers)

last november by @kithtaehyung (s, a, exes2lovers)

messy by @minisugakoobies (s, enemies2lovers, bro’s bff!seokjin)💖

ghostin and pt.2 by @pradaksj (two shot, f, a, SO MUCH CRYING)💖

love, lust, and life mushrooms and following drabble by @miscelunaaa (s, f, a, established relationship)

pink lemonade by @jjksblackgf (f, implied s)

hit;record by @kithtaehyung (basically pwp, ft.yoongi)💖

winter whiskey by @kth1 (s, f, established relationship)

sin for you by @inkedtae (s, a, historical!au, priest!jin)

make you scream by @luxekook (s, monsters inc!au, monster!jin, human!reader)

fast lane by @yminie (s, f1racer!jin, pitcrew!reader, enemies2lovers)

switching positions by @lavienjin (s, a tiny bit of a, sex workers!au)

urgent matters by @aamalaaa (pwp, established relationship)

cool’n by @sugakookitty (pwp, sugar daddy!jin)

all wound up (harder) by @minisugakoobies (s, strangers2lovers, rockstar!au, ft.bandmate!jimin)💖

damelo dos, papi by @jjksblackgf (s, ft.hobi)

allez by @hamsterclaw (s, a, fencer!jin)

sunday by @here2bbtstrash (pwp, established relationship)

day 12 drabble by @minisugakoobies (f, s, established relationship)

count suckula by @dreamyjoons (s, f, friends2lovers)

all you’re giving me is friction by @hot-soop (s, f, a, lovers2enemies2lovers, surfer!jin, lifeguard!reader)

mood lighting by @sugalaritae (s, f, established relationship, dilf!jin)

knocked by @sailoryooons (s, roommates2lovers, streamer!jin)

just what i need by @sailoryoons (pwp, established relationship)

wallflower in bloom by @bluewhale52 (pwp, sugar daddy!jin)💖

christmas warfare by @gimmethatagustd (s, f, a, exes2lovers)

soarin’ by @aquagustd (s, f, a, established relationship, pregnant!reader)

shush by @mapofthesea (pwp, ft.tae, implied ot7 x reader)

roses by @taehyungsgrowl (s, f, established relationship)

cupid’s on holiday and picking peonies by @persephonesorchid (s, f, a, cupid!jin)

the one with seokjin and the marathon by @eoieopda (f, friends2lovers)

[junosmindpalace]

something i wrote while i was still in school because i have no motivation <;/3

written messily with a nearly dried-out, green whiteboard marker was the dilemma sugawara was facing at ten in the morning.

he had bursted into his classroom late and out of breath, loosening his tie and anxiously carding a hand through his unruly hair as he made his way over to his desk, apologizing for his tardiness.

sugawara was a likable teacher, one that graduated students always came back to visit and one that shared the same humor as the kids he taught. he was one of few that made lessons enjoyable and a class students always looked forward to knowing they’d be listening to his humorous lectures. his well liked reputation exempted him from the students’ typical impatience, especially considering that sugawara never called them out on their lates. but they were definitely curious as to what had gotten their favorite laidback teacher so anxious looking.

he looked disheveled as he sorted through papers in his briefcase, trying to organize himself as the time he typically spent doing so before the school bell rang was long past. the students chuckled under their breaths and exchanged looks as their teacher drew out a long sigh. before any of them could ask what exasperated him so, he straightened up and addressed the class. “i screwed up.”

“what happened, sir?” a boy who sat near the back of the classroom called out, and suga’s eyes darted between his students and the whiteboard before he made his way over to write something down. he uncapped an old marker sitting on the ledge, a loud squeak emitting from every line he wrote. he only responded: “we’re doing a poll.”

the students stared curiously at their teacher’s back, craning their heads to make out the words. eventually, he stepped to the side to reveal what he had written.

how do i apologize to my spouse for taking their car keys?

the class was immediately in an uproar.

“you took their keys, sir? that’s why you came late?”

“yes,” sighed sugawara as he walked back toward his desk and collapsed into the leather chair behind it, holding his head against his hand. “i drove all the way back home to return them.”

“they couldn’t take yours?”

he fished around in his pocket with his opposite hand before pulling out two sets of keys. the class let out a sound between a groan and a laugh. “i didn’t realize i already had mine in my jacket.”

“were they late to work?”

“of course they were late.” groaned out sugawara, rubbing his hands down his face.

“were they mad?”

only when suga had arrived at the school building and pulled out your keys to lock his car did his heart drop at the realization of his mistake. he immediately got back into his car and drove the whole 30 minute ride home to return your keys, calling the school to inform them of his lateness. his heart dropped to his stomach when immediately afterward, your contact flashed onto his screen. he hesitantly answered the call, tumbled (practically shouted) out, “i have your keys”, before hanging up, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

annoyed you definitely were at the inconvenience, but your husband's profuse apologies made it hard to stay angry. you quickly rushed out the door and urged him to return back to school. the guilt was still eating at him, which is why he wanted to do something to make up for the trouble.

underneath the question written on the board were three different options given in response.

flowers

chocolate

all of the above

“your answer is obvious.” another boy called out from the front end of the room before suga could respond to the previous question. the class exclaimed in agreement.

the vote was unanimous, and when you returned home from a long day ready to collapse into bed and laugh at the absurdity of the situation from that morning now that you were no longer in it, you were met with an arrangement of your favorite flowers wrapped in pretty packaging, an assortment of different chocolates, and a goofy (but deadly sincere) apology letter tucked away in the bouquet on your living room table.

and though your irritation had long died out, you certainly weren’t rejecting suga’s smothering affection as you entered your shared bedroom, and you certainly weren’t going to turn down his offer to run you a nice bath as an apology either.

[namjoonboo]

Could you do jealous power bottom suga with sub top male reader when suga is jealous that male reader is paying attention to namjoon and not him and end up punishing reader smut

Give me your attention boy.

Suga x male reader

Warnings: power bottom! Suga, sub top! Male reader, heavy smut, jealous! Suga, very small angst, mentions of 3 rounds,

A/N: RAAAH I love this request!!, I just love power bottoms so much<33

♡♡♡

Suga was burning in jealousy right now. His eyebrows frowning and his eyes looking straight at his boyfriend named Y/N. Why would suga be so mad right now? Well it started when Suga was telling Y/N that they should go to this cool amusement park for their date. Y/N smiled and he agreed to go with him.

But when they got there, a voice called their names "Yoo Y/N and Suga!!" When they turned around they saw namjoon with jimin. "Oh hey!!" Y/N said back to them. Suga was shocked to see namjoon and jimin at their date.

After that incident, namjoon and Y/N started to have a conversation about stuff. Suga's eyes were burning on Y/N's back.

'Why would Y/N give me attention on our date and talk to namjoon instead!' Suga thought in his head with burning jealousy. "Hey suga, are you ok?" Jimin said making sugas thoughts go away and bring his attention to jimin. "Yeah of course I am!!, why did you ask?" Suga said while one of his eyes was twitching.

Jimin look shocked to see suga act out of character. "Oh I was just, wondering. You well... looked mad." Jimin emitted. Suga look back at Y/N and saw him and namjoon laughing and smiling while their conversation.

'Ugh! Why is Y/N smiling and laughing with namjoon' Suga thought to himself looking down with anger. He was just so jealous of namjoon. He wished he could be the one talking to Y/N right now and now namjoon. He wished Y/N was smiling and laughing with him. They could have been having fun at this amusement park but no. Jimin obversed suga for a while now thinking to himself, 'what is suga thinking about?'

.....

"Bye namjoon!!' Y/N said waving to namjoon and walking over to his boyfriend. When Y/N walked to suga, Y/N felt something was wrong with him. "Hey babe" Y/N said to suga kissing his cheek. Suga didn't say anything back and just looked away. Suga didn't want to look at his boyfriend right now. He was thinking ways to.. punish Y/N.

After there time at the amusement park, Y/N was driving home, suga was currently in the passenger seat. Suga looked at Y/N and slapped his hand on Y/N thigh and made his hand all the way up to Y/N clothed cock.

"S-suga..?, what are you doing? I'm trying to focus on the road." Y/N said with a shakey voice. Suga went to Y/N ear and said "Y/N, when we get home, I want you to get naked right away and I'm going to fucking ride you so god damn hard. This is what you get for not giving me attention."

Y/N's eyes went wide and said nothing. He was too shocked to say anything. Y/N could feel a boner growing in his boxers while suga hand was still on his crotch. But he tried to ignore sugas hand and continued to focus on the road.

Y/N let out a groan when suga started to rub down on his crotch. "Fuck s-suga.." Y/N said whimpering. Suga smirked and felt even more horny watching Y/N whimpering. "I cant wait to see you break from me riding you." Suga said smiling making eye contact with Y/N when there was a red light.

"Oh my god, Y/N your so handsome."

.....

When they got home, Y/N could feel suga say "go in the bedroom, when I get there, I want to see you naked." Y/N rushed to the bathroom and closed the door and quickly took off his belt and took off the rest of his clothes. Y/N on their shared bed and sat down embarrassingly waiting for suga while naked.

Y/N looked up to see suga entering into the room naked with his perfect thighs and ass. Y/N couldn't take his eyes off suga amazing body. "You cant get your eyes off of me, huh?" Suga said climbing up to the bed. And then suga grabbed Y/N face and roughly slammed their lips together and roughly made out with Y/N while they were still naked.

When Y/N put his arms around sugas waist when suga was exploring his mouth, suga slapped Y/N arms "ah ah ah, no touching me yet." Suga said grabbing Y/N shoulders. Suga looked at Y/N nightstand and tried to look for Y/N's lube. When he finally found it, he put some on his hand and put some on your cock and put some on his hole.

And suga slammed right now on your cock. "A-AHHH..~" Y/N moaned loudly at how roughly suga went down on him. Suga didn't have any mercy and started to roughly ride Y/N out of jealousy and anger. Suga put his hands on Y/N shoulders and put his lips on Y/N's chest and roughly gave him hickeys while riding him.

The overstimulation was sending Y/N shivers down his spine. Suga was a power bottom since day one in your guys relationship. He always took control no matter what. But he wasnt always this rough with Y/N's dick. Only when you misbehaved. But right now, it was so much. The skin slapping in the room was very loud if someone heard it.

"OH MY GOD-AHH..!!~ T-T-TOO.. MUCH AHH..!!" Y/N's head went back when he felt close. "Oh my go-god babe. Ah.." suga said biting his lip when Y/N's cock hit his prostate every time. It felt like Y/N's cock was getting sucked so much. When you were about to release, suga didn't let you. "Your not able to cum big boy. Since you gave all of your attention to namjoon, I was planning riding you three times. And maybe I will let you cum in me."

Y/N face flushed and look up at suga. Y/N would be a giant mess after this...

....

Made by namjoonboo on January 4th 2023

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi! I hope you’re doing well! For the Candy Hearts event, I would like to request platonic Suga and Noya (Haikyuu) and “💛 I’m Yours.” Thanks and I look forward to seeing all the amazing works this event will yield!!

Heyo friend! And thank you so much for the kind words! I'm doing great, and I wish the same to you! Aww, these two are adorable! I've gotcha covered!

I'm Yours: You like being tickled, don't you?"

“Suga! Suga! Suga Suga!” Noya bull rushed the setter, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him along for the ride. “I have something to tell you!”

“Ah! Noya, wait! Hold ohoohon!” Suga laughed as he got dragged about, getting turned this way and that. “Whahaht’s up?”

“Okay so-” Noya was about to go into his thing when he noticed how giggly his friend was. “Hm..” He squeezed, eyes lighting up when Suga squirmed and snickered. “Wait, no way! How I’d forget you’re ticklish?”

“What? No, no I’m not tihihiihihicklish!” The setter jumped when Noya’s fingers wormed up his sides, pressing and prodding at them through the mesh jersey. “Nohohohohooya, quihihihihit ihihihihihit!”

“You like being tickled, don’t you? Huh?” Noya cooed up at him, giggling when Suga blushed bright red. “Knew it! Knew it knew it knew it!”

“Stohohoohop prhoohohohjecting! Thahhahaht’s so yohohohoohohu!” Suga used all his strength and additional height to twist, breaking free of the smaller boy’s grip. Noya had no time to react before Suga retaliated, going right for the armpits. “Thahake this!”

“AHhehahahahhahaahhaa! Suhuhuhuhuhugaaaaaaah! Ahehahahahahhaha! Noya all but squealed at the feeling, thrashing this way and that as Suga’s fingers dug into his worst spot. “Iihihihiihihm nohohohoohohhot prohohohohojeheehhehehcting! Iihihihihihih’m juuhuhuuhuhuhst sahahhahahying it lihihihihke it ihihiihihiihs!”

“Sure you are.” Suga rolled his eyes affectionately, following Noya down as the Libero sank, curling up in a ball against the cool gymnasium floor. “Well, allow me to tell it like it is too. I think you wanted to be tickled today, hence why you ran at me the way you did. I know you pretty well, Noya. Don’t try to deny it!”

“Aaaahhahahahand wahahahaht if I diihiiiihid? Aheheahhahahha! Wahahhahahahatcha goohoohohohoohnna dohoooooho aboooout ihihihiiht?” Noya wheezed, cheeks bright pink and eyes shiny with mirthful tears. “Wahahahahtcha gohahahhahanna doooohohoohho abohoohohout it?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Suga teased. “Keep tickling you of course!”

~Send me a pairing and a candy heart phrase~

[hwanchaesong]

SONGS PROMPT 2.0 REQUESTS OPEN!

a/n: i am back for now, so i've decided to open this prompt once more. the flow and genre of each stories that i will write will be based from the songs in the prompt list, so be sure to choose carefully!

🍀Steps for the request!!🍀

📌choose a member and a prompt

📌please do specify the genre and other things that you want me to include in the fic (if you want it suggestive, au, etc). as i want to write what makes you all comfortable

📌you can send me a message, ask, or just directly comment in the post

🍀Reminders!!🍀

📌requests will be open only for a week. after the deadline, i will no longer accept any requests

📌no request limit. one person can request as much as they want to within the time limit

📌it's okay if you want to request a song that is not included in the list. i'll still do my best to write based on it (it's also a chance to get to know some good music 🫶)

🍀GROUPS THAT I'LL BE WRITING FOR (All members)🍀

📌ATEEZ

📌NCT DREAM

📌TOMORROW X TOGETHER

📌SEVENTEEN

💿Playlist!!💿

English songs:

1. Hurts So Good - Astrid S

2. Shout Out To My Ex - Little Mix

3. Midnight Rain - Taylor Swift

4. Double Take - Dhruv

5. Cheating On You - Charlie Puth

6. abcdefu - Gayle

7. Good For You - Olivia Rodrigo

8. Angel's Like You - Miley Cyrus

9. Die For You - The Weeknd

10. Lie - Sasha Sloan

11. I Quit Drinking - Kelsea Ballerini ft. Lany

12. Reckless - Madison Beer

13. Limbo - Keshi

14. Hands To Myself - Selena Gomez

15. Falling - Harry Styles

16. Sunroof - Nicky Youre & dazy

17. Atlantis - Seafret

18. Swim - Chase Atlantic

19. New Rules - Dua Lipa

20. Still Into To You - Paramore

21- I Don't Care - Ed Sheeran

22. What Lovers Do - Maroon 5 ft. Sza

23. Kiss Me More - Doja Cat

24. Maniac - Conan Gray

25. I Like Me Better - Lauv

K-pop

1. Love Me Like This - NMIXX

2. I Don't Understand, But I Love U - SEVENTEEN

3. Can't Control Myself - Taeyeon

4. Stay - BLACKPINK

5. Sorry, Heart - NCT DREAM

6. Hype Boy - NewJeans

7. Impurities - Le Sserafim

8. That Feeling When - ENHYPEN

9. Sugar Rush Ride - TXT

10. All About You - The Boyz

11. Turbulence - ATEEZ

12. Eight - IU ft. Suga

13. Some - Bolbbalgan4

14. Euphoria - Jeon Jungkook

15. Cupid - FIFTY FIFTY

16. Talk That Talk - TWICE

17. Boys Like You - ITZY

18. Illusion - aespa

19. After Like - IVE

20. Teddy Bear - STAYC

21. Christmas Tree - Kim Taehyung

22. Hello, Sunset - Red Velvet

23. I Love You - WINNER

24. Love Scenario - IKON

25. Only - Lee Hi

[voicestm]

@fasciinating give us a kiss

Summer.

It's always boring. And hot. Nothing compared to the sticky heat of Mississippi. But she was uncomfortable, thick curls clinging to the nape of her neck and her forehead. Didn't matter she's barely dressed, crop top riding up to just beneath the swell of her breast and cut offs so short she's sure she saw a vein in Scott's temple throbbing as she bounced by. He's worst than a puritan so she doesn't pay him any attention. How he landed Jean she has no idea. Girl deserved better than Mr. Stuffed Shirt.

Rolling her eyes, she keeps bare feet padding her closer and closer to the back exit. She's focused on her destination and nothing else. A dream of cool water rushing over her body drives her steps quicker. She isn't running exactly, maybe a hop and a skip, but she's impatiant. As she is with most things.

Already so many pieces of life were denied to her so when she could? She grabs it by the horns and gives it a big old kiss. Drains it dry of every experience she could. Even something as simple as an afternoon dip was something to approach with greed and selfishness in some cases.

It's in this state of mind, she shoves open the French doors that lead towards the pool, everyone else background noise as gloved hands begin to pull her hair into a high pony before she breaks into a run and dives seamlessly into deep end. Like a fish, really a mermaid, she glides through the water and when she emerges she does so in front of Spock. That 1000 watt smile breaks out over her face and she moans at the relief the cold water brings. It's perfection. It's after clearing water from her eyes her gaze lands on him and that expression is turned on him. Bam, like lightning it strikes.

"Suga.. Ain't'cha hot?" Hopping up just enough to prop herself onto the side of that deep pool, her head tips to one side as if she expected him of all people to join her. She doesn't really but she isn't above teasing him. Just a touch. "Could be in here playin' Marco Polo with meh."

[moonchild-things]

Chapter Thirty-Five: Center Ace

Summary: Shōyō Hinata loves volleyball! There is no doubt that all he really thinks about is volleyball. His sister, however, isn’t the same way. Sakura is ready to start her first year of high school at Karasuno with her twin brother and doesn’t really want to do anything, unlike Shōyō. Though she can’t help it when she gets dragged into the antics of the volleyball club.

Word Count: 6540 

Blog Masterlist | Red Herring Masterlist | Last Chapter | Next Chapter

A/n: A new chapter done ^-^ Apologies for it taking so long, my job has finally gotten busy with work for me to do LET'S GOOO! Now I'm not just bored at a desk like I used to be lol It finally feels like my full time job is actually a full time job, if that makes sense. I want to feel like I'm working for my pay and not just sitting around so this is perfect. I've also just been playing a lot with some friends of mine on stream and stuff and it's so fun! I've become obsessed with Baldur's Gate, I think I've said that before but you don't understand, I need Karlach O.O Anyway, hope you like the chapter!

---

SO MAYBE THEY SHOULD HAVE PRAYED A little harder. While Nishinoya and Tanaka were barely able to scrape by with their grades, Shōyō and Kageyama weren’t as lucky. So it seemed like they would have to stay behind and take their supplementary classes. Sakura was baffled at the fact that her brother actually would have passed his exam if it wasn’t for the fact that he filled his answers in off by one. That was certainly disheartening. Her brother and Kageyama had actually put in a lot of work to do well. Sakura could do nothing but applaud them for their effort and encourage them to do better next time. Plus she knew that they were going to rush to get here. Apparently, Tanaka had offered his older sister as a ride up to the camp. Sakura was surprised to learn he had an older sister and that she would agree to that, which she somewhat doubted.

Though right now she just had to focus on waking herself up after the decently long car ride. She had taken a short nap on the way over to make up for waking up early, which Yachi had questioned her about. “Why are you coming with us to the practice camp?” Yachi had asked her before Sakura fell asleep. She just blinked slowly, about to answer with something along the lines of “I can for the photography club” but Tsukishima beat her to answering with a snide remark. “She’s her brother’s shadow, wherever he has to be, she’s there.”

It’s safe to say that just hearing his voice put her in a bit of a mood. Though she made sure to keep him from knowing that. However, now they had finally gotten to the Tokyo school, energized enough to start their first long day of practicing. Some of Nekoma’s players were waiting outside as Karasuno arrived, really the last team to show up today. Jumping out of the bus, Nishinoya and Tanaka stared up at the tower in front of them with large eyes. “Could that be…” The two screamed, “The Skytree?!”

Kai Nobuyuki, wing-spiker and vice-captain of Nekoma, just shook his head, “No, that’s just a transmission tower.” The hyena laugh that came from Kuroo seemed to be warranted with how the two Karasuno dummies kept thinking that it was the skytree.

The two dummies just screamed, “Here we are, Tokyo!”

With tired eyes, after quite the ride here, Asahi blinked, “The scenery’s not that different from Miyagi.”

“Well,” Suga shrugged, “we’re in the suburbs.”

Endo climbed off the bus, “It would be nice to go into the city. I know the best cafe for something to eat.” He was slightly dejected, hoping to have been able to go out on the city if they were close enough. Endo loves going on little trips to the city, especially with friends. He’s definitely always in for a fun time of hanging out, shopping, and eating when they go. Still, the camp will be fine.

Behind them, Tanaka and Nishinoya were pushing poor Tsukishima towards the school shouting, “Walk faster!” A sight that Sakura was more than happy with seeing, since it annoyed him and she wanted to see him suffering somewhat.

“Actually, hey…” Kuroo glanced around, noticing something, and leaned over to the Karasuno captain, “Aren’t we missing some people?”

Daichi scratched the back of his head, “Actually…”

Sakura passed them with her own yawn, “The idiots didn’t pass their exams.” She just hoped that they didn’t rush through the exams this time to fail again. They would be going as fast as they could so they could leave as soon as possible to get here. The last thing that they need is to fail the supplementary exams as well, and add onto their problems. Though she has a feeling that they were just nervous the first time they took their exams, so this time they should be fine. After all, she’s been working on being a bit more of an optimist than a realist, so she’ll have some optimism about their exams.

Kuroo nodded his head, the group now walking into the school, “So the power duo’s taking some supplementary exams right now?”

“Yeah… But, well…”

“Th… Th…” They looked to see that it was Yamamoto who was gaping at the newest addition to the Karasuno team. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, “There’re three girls now! Now they’ve got a pretty one, a gorgeous one, and a cute one!” 

Sakura blinked, disturbed by the Tanaka-clone’s behavior. She certainly hadn’t missed seeing Yamamoto especially now that he was going to bother them for Yachi being around now.

Tanaka made it a point to slide on over. With his arms stretched out, an air of superiority surrounding him, “Do you see, Tora? This is what Karasuno’s true ability looks like.”

Yamamoto cringed under the blinding radiance coming off of them.“So bright!”

“OI! Don’t pester them!” Yua called out to Yamamoto, watching the strange interactions, “You’re being creepy!” She walked up to Yamamoto and tried to get him to stand back up, since it was strange that he was on the ground crying. Though she did find it slightly amusing that Tanaka was standing over Yamamoto triumphantly as he cried in defeat.

Though Yamamoto continued to cry, “Two… managers.”

Yua huffed, “Hey, we’ve got a manager too, me!”

“But you’re not cute or gorgeous,” Yamamoto continued to sob in despair. 

Yua took a moment to process what he said before her eyes twitched, “What did you just say?” It was safe to say that Yua had quite an intense scolding for Yamamoto. He really needs to learn to either keep his mouth shut or not say things about her like that. Though after two years of knowing each other, Yua was unsure if he would ever learn.

“Let’s go,” Kiyoko was barely affected at seeing the display of patheticness before just ushering Yachi away.

Yachi nodded her head nervously, “R-Right…” It was all a bit overwhelming, being around all these new guys, and she’s only seen a few of them. Sakura had made sure to warn her that quite a few of them are quite over dramatic and energetic, so Yachi had an idea of what to expect. She already knew this week was going to be quite loud.

“How long do you think it’ll take for the troublesome duo to get here?” Endo asked as he and Asahi walked side-by-side towards the school.

Asahi shrugged his shoulders, “Soon, probably. They were determined to get here as fast as possible.”

“Hm,” Endo eyed him with pursed lips. A smirk slowly grew on his face, “Let’s make a bet. I say that they won’t make it in time for a game. Safe to say you think they will.” Asahi nodded his head, “So If I win, we’ll go out to eat this saturday. What do you want if you win?”

“Out to e-eat?” It wasn’t something completely foreign for the two to go out to eat. They used to do it a lot when they weren't so busy with school or club stuff. Either they would go out with others or just the two of them, nothing too out of the ordinary. However, maybe it was an accumulation of some mounting feelings and revelations that made it feel a bit more… intense to Asahi. At least, he wasn’t sure how to explain it at the moment. He didn’t necessarily know why, but it was certainly making him nervous. 

Oblivious to the fact that his best friend was now over thinking things, Endo asked, “You want the same? Hm?” He finally saw how dumbfounded Asahi looked with added pink cheeks. Endo tilted his head in confusion,  “Are you okay, Asahi?”

Asahi jumped out of his thoughts, “Y-Y-Yes.”

He just blinked at the way that Asahi became a bit jumpy, “All right. So whoever wins gets to pick the place to eat, sounds good.” 

Kuroo and Kai continued to lead Karasuno into the gym. There were already quite a few teams who were there going about their practices. The scuffing of sneakers and the bouncing of balls echoed in the gym as they all took in their opponents. “All right. When you’re all ready, come to the gym.” Kuroo said, “The other guys are already there.”

There was a hardened expression on the majority of the Karasuno crow’s faces. They were ready to take on the challenge of taking on these teams. Daichi nodded his head, “Yeah.”

They all then had to get ready. The boys changed into their practice clothes and squared away their belongings in the classroom they were sleeping in. Sakura stuck to staying around Yachi for the most part, helping her out with anything that she might need to do. After all, she didn’t really have anything else to do at the moment and she wasn’t sure what to do. They were introduced to the other managers of the teams, which meant that Sakura had to deal with talking to Yua again.

“Hina! So good to see you again!” Had Sakura not jumped out of the way, she would have been swept off her feet by the Nekoma manager. The managers had come together to help each other set up their places to sleep. All of them had been nice and greeted the Karasuno girls happily, though most of them were quick since they all had to be on the court with their own teams. The only one who seemed to make it a priority to have a conversation with the newcomers was Yua. Her sparkly green eyes were bright with happiness that Sakura was there as well as all her other friends. After all, it’s not all the time that she gets to hang out with other managers. She then spotted the blonde girl next to Sakura and bowed to her, “I apologize for Yamamoto’s behavior earlier, he really doesn’t know how to act around girls.”

Yachi nodded, “I-It’s okay.”

“Honestly, he says he’s jealous of any team that has a female manager when I’m his manager!” Yua huffed and looked at the younger girls, “I’m cute too, right? Gorgeous? Adorable?” She shook her head before anyone could give her an answer, “Don’t answer I already know I am. Anyway, it’s lovely to meet you, I’m Yua.”

Yachi’s eyes were wide at the energetic nature of this older girl. Though after being around the Karasuno volleyball team, she’s used to some eccentric personalities. Yachi just smiled, “Nice to meet you too, I’m Yachi Hitoka.”

Yua cooed,  “Oh, Yamamoto was right, you are cute!”

“Don’t bother my friend,” Sakura grumbled, pulling Yachi away from Yua’s clutches.

The brown-haired girl gasped, “You admit you have friends!” Since she last saw Sakura, she hadn’t talked much to her. Yua knew that Kenma and her had become friendly and would text every once in a while. She may have tired to get Sakura’s number from him, since she certainly wanted to try being friendly with her as well, but Kenma kept that information to himself. After all, he found it kind of creepy if he just gave her Sakura’s number. Though as far as Yua could tell, Sakura wasn’t one for having actual friends. Oh, she found it so heartwarming to see that Sakura does have friends.

Sakura just deadpanned, “Don’t you have managerial things to do?”

“Oh, you're right! See you girls on the court!” With that, Yua skipped away to go do her managerial duties. Yachi blinked at Sakura, definitely not as prepared as she thought to meet some of these people.

After a while, Karsuno finished putting their belongings away and became acquainted with a few others. Now it was time for the boys to get ready to join in on the practicing. “Once we’re done with our warm ups,” Kuroo explained to Daichi, “we’ll regroup and the teams will play each other in rotation.” There were four other teams that were practicing around the gym. Most of them Karasuno had never come close to competing against in the past. Though Karasuno was definitely not going to waste this perfect opportunity to learn how to play against a variety of different play styles or meet these other players. 

“Right.”

Kuroo continued, “The team who loses their set will do a penalty lap of diving drills around the court.”

“Diving?” Yachi asked with a tilt of her head.

Kiyoko answered her, “They’re going to act like they’re diving to receive a ball. They’ll slide across the floor on their chests, with their arms stretched out in front of them.”

Surveying the other teams, Sugawara noticed someone unfamiliar from the cat’s team. He asked Asahi and Endo next to him, “Hey, was that guy with Nekoma the last time we had a practice match with them?” The trio looked over to see that there was a gray-haired, green eyed boy staring directly at them. He definitely wasn’t with Nekoma when they had their practice match together.

Asahi jumped slightly at the piercing gaze, “The one who’s staring hard at us?”

Suga nodded, “Yeah.”

“No… I don’t think so.”

“Hey! Green eyes!” Endo called over, causing the gray-haired boy to focus on him now. He stuck his tongue out at the boy, “take a picture, it'll last longer!”

Lev Haiba, the half-russian middle blocker for Nekoma, just tilted his head slightly at Endo’s shout. He wasn’t flustered over the fact of getting caught staring at them, he just turned back to continue practicing. The trio gaped at just how tall he actually was, even if he slouched just slightly. He definitely was going to be a bit of a difficult opponent. Though that just meant they were going to hopefully learn and evolve as a team at this camp, right?

---

The shiny idea that Karasuno was a powerhouse school was dampened slightly. While they weren’t some mediocre team or the fallen crows they used to be, they were still suffering through the penalty over and over again. They just couldn’t get a hand up against their opponents, which made sense. Karasuno sure has made a name for themselves in Miyagi, but some of these teams from Tokyo were on a bit of a different level. A level that they would have to rise to soon.

Another loss was racked against Karasuno, this time at the hands of Fukurōdani. When the whistle blew signifying the end of the game, the score was 16-25. On the sidelines, Ukai, Takeda, Kiyoko, Yachi, and Sakura stood up from their seats with solemn expressions. “As we suspected,” Takeda grumbled, “they’re very strong.”

Ukai nodded, “Yeah.”

The boys started their lap of diving, which made Sakura cringe. She never would think of having to dive onto the floor like that. Personally, she thinks that it would be painful. Another reason why she would never be on any sports team. She just shook her head, why some people put themselves through this baffles me, she thought to herself. As much as she thought that being athletic was impressive, some of the training that they put themselves through just seemed masochistic to her. In her opinion, she’s more of a sadist than anything.

During most of the games, Sakura had been helping Yachi with understanding some nuances of volleyball, to make her job as manager easier. Yachi, the scholar that she is, had already done quite a bit of studying on her own. However, she could never go wrong with asking questions or getting insight from someone who watches volleyball almost daily. Sakura explained as much as she could, the rules, positions, terminology, whatever Yachi wanted to know, Sakura would explain it. It felt nice to at least do something productive while sitting there. She didn’t see a point in doing her job as a photographer at the moment, so being somewhat useful to Yachi was fulfilling enough.

“It’s not that we’re not on top of it.” Ukai grunted, “This is just what it means to be a team that competes in the nationals.”

They then heard the shouts from the game besides them and watched as quite the intense serve. A serve that was not able to be returned at all. Yachi jumped in worry, “Their arms are gonna snap off!” The power behind those serves would certainly tear the limbs off of anyone, in her opinion.

“Everyone on that team is a very strong server,” Kiyoko said.

Yachi perked up, “The manager from Ubugawa mentioned that. They put their all into their serves.”

Kiyoko nodded, “Yeah. I think it’s a bit harsh how they have to do a hundred serves at the end of their practices. Ubugawa High School’s serves are its ultimate attack.”

Ukai smirked, “But once we’re able to return that serve…”

They watched as all of the boys on the court continued to play. The team playing against Ubugawa all started to run up to the net, confusing anyone on just who was going to end up spiking the ball. “Whoa! They’re all moving at once?!” Yachi marveled.

“That was an amazing combo,” Kiyoko marveled.

“Th-There are people jumping up everywhere.” Yachi said, taking a moment to try and comprehend it, “I can’t tell who’s going to hit it.”

Sakura tapped her chin in thought, “it creates the perfect amount of confusion for their opponents.” Maybe something that Karasuno should attempt to do, she could only hope that they could actually do it.

Kiyoko nodded her head, “They are indeed the masters of using combos. Shinzen High School.”

The group turned around to stare at the game behind them. Takeda pursed his lips, “And then we have our destined rivals…” They turned to watch the cats as they were playing against Fukurodani.

Ukai’s lips turned up just a little bit, “Those are some excellent receives, as usual.” Even if they were their eternal rivals, doesn’t mean he can’t be impressed with how disciplined they were with their receives.

“The school that’s known to pick up the ball, connect, and wait for the perfect chance to counter attack: Nekoma High School.”

They all were enraptured by the game between Nekoma and their opponent. Ukai blinked, “And…”

The white and black haired ace of Fukurōdani shouted out loudly, “Akaashi!”

“Bokuto-san!” His setter responded in kind as he set the ball for him. Just from watching from the sidelines, everyone could feel just how powerful the teen was as he run and jumped up towards the ball.

“Just like Ushiwaka, he’s one of the top five aces heading to the nationals,” Takeda explained. They watched as his spike broke through the Nekoma’s blockers, Kenma and Lev, super easily. It even caused Sakura to cringe a bit at the sight of it. It definitely was an extremely powerful hit.

“Damn it, Kenma!” Coach Nekomata bristled on the sidelines, “Don’t run away!”

Kenma just shrugged his shoulders, “But my arms are gonna break off…”

“They won’t!”

“All right!” The ace shouted, “I’m so awesome! Hey, hey hey!” 

“Why are volleyball idiots so loud,” Sakura wondered, her ears certainly wishing for a break after so much yelling.

Meanwhile, the Nekoma manager was bouncing on the balls of her feet, “Good job, Bo-kun!” Her eyes were wide in admiration and wonder, as any hit by Bokuto always impressed her. No matter how many times she’s seen it.

Kuroo rounded on her with a ticked off expression, “Don’t cheer for the enemy, Yua!”

Yua whined, “But that was so cool!”

“Thank you, nee-san!” The owl on the other team shouted in thanks with an enthusiastic thumbs up.

Back over with Karasuno, those on the sidelines were taking in the power of Fukurōdani. It was one thing to hear about such a good player like a top five ace, it was another to see it in person. “We’re very thankful…” Takeda started, “a school whose powerful team is led by a powerful ace to compete in the nationals: Fukurōdani Academy. To be able to take on such amazing teams…”

“Yeah. However, this is no time to be scared of how strong our opponents are.” Ukai grunted, “We have to be on the same level as these guys.”

Sakura clicked her tongue, “Let’s just hope that they can rise to the challenge.” 

---

Karasuno had to do yet another penalty lap. At this point, they should just expect having to do it once they start a game. They really were trying their best, but they just couldn’t get the edge over the other teams. Maybe that was because these teams have been playing at a higher skill set than Karasuno for longer, or that Karasuno still had plenty of kinks to work out. Either way, Karasuno was missing something to give themselves that push to triumph over the other teams.

While it wasn’t necessarily her job, and she should probably let Kiyoko and Yachi do it, Sakura took some notes. Since she didn’t really see a point to taking photos at the moment, especially with Karasuno’s performance. Though she was just making small notes that she deemed important. Mainly just weaknesses that she noticed were quite blatantly obvious. Such as one specific player having a bit of difficulty blocking on one side of the net, a player having shotty footwork, or a player’s receives being less than stellar. She did it for every team. 

Sakura has always been analytical, to a fault. Constantly taking mental notes about herself and others caused her to be critical about some little things as time. Though she does try her best not to be judgemental. Either way, she knew that she was going to at least share these notes when needed. They could do what they want with that information once she told them. Though she wasn’t going to tell them what to do with it. She knew that they would use whatever they could to their advantage. She just hoped that it worked.

“How many times have they lost already?” A boy from another team asked.

Another shrugged his shoulders, “They’re not exactly weak, just sorta… mediocre.”

“Who are the first-years that Nekoma had such a hard time with?” A third asked, “Maybe Nekoma was exaggerating.”

From a little further away, Yachi bristled at their comments. She didn’t really like the fact that they were undermining Karasuno as a team. She’s only just officially joined the team, but she’s certainly grown attached. Yachi definitely didn’t like any bad mouthing of her friends.

Kiyoko just giggled lightly, “Calm down, Hitoka-cahn. There, there. It’s okay.” She found it cute that Yachi was defensive of the team already.

Sakura patted Yachi on the shoulder, “Just 

The door to the gym then opened up. A woman with short blonde hair, and quite the badass appearance was standing in the doorway. She was panting, as if she just ran quite the marathon to get there. “Hey, they’re still at it. We totally made it. Not bad at all.”

Everyone in the gym looked to see who had come in and it was Karasuno who was more than happy with their arrival.  Nishinoya’s eyes sparkled, “Ne-san!”

“Wait, that’s your sister?” Asahi asked, not really seeing the resemblance. He knew he had three older sisters, but she didn’t look like a Nishinoya, to be honest.

Nishinoya shook his head, “No, she’s Ryu’s sister.”

Suga, quite tired after all the games, puffed out, “Now that you mention it, they do look alike.” 

Endo was suddenly quite enraptured with her appearance, “now she looks cool.” He just felt like he had to do his best to befriend her, she just seemed like such fun.

Tanaka looked up at the group as they walked into the gym, “Glad they made it in one piece.” He could imagine what the drive over was like, since he’s been subjected to his sister’s driving before. So the fact that they made it relatively safely was more than impressive. 

Everyone else was looking at the new arrivals, some questioningly others enthusiastic. After all, the mysterious Karasuno duo were finally here to play with their team.

“So the stars are showing up fashionably late?” Kuroo smirked, “How annoying.”

Sakura just rolled her eyes and grumbled to the two managers, “they really just like being dramatic.” That caused them all to giggle just a bit.

So the troublesome duo were subbed into the game as quickly as possible. They were up against Shinzen and were giving the team a run for their money. While the majority of the team was tired after playing so many games and going through so many penalty laps, they were at least a bit rejuvenated by having the freak duo back to play. By the end, Karasuno actually won! The score was close, with Karasuno barely getting the edge with a score of 25-21. Though the boys were grateful that for once they didn’t have to do a penalty lap.

Shōyō and Kageyama seemed to be thinking quite high and mighty of themselves. After all, they came back from their tests and gave their team the edge that they needed to win a game. So maybe their egos were a bit inflated. So they stood on the court, catching their breath and thinking that they looked quite badass after the game.

Tanaka slid in as he said menacingly, “Don’t act all cool, you tardy test flunkers.” That caused the pair to deflate just a bit. They might have been a big help for the team, but they 

Karasuno marched their way off the court. Daichi took a deep breath, “So in our ninth set, we finally got a win. We finally don’t have to do the diving drills.” It was such a relief.

Nishinoya shouted, “I’m starving!”

“You usually are,” Endo commented, handing him a water bottle as they all came over. Nishinoya didn’t even refute it, since it was true.

Now that they could rest, the boys were watching the other teams play. “Looks like it’s Ubugawa High versus Nekoma over there.” Tanaka commented, “Given the time, that might be the last game today.”

“Yeah.” Nishinoya nodded.

Sakura walked over to her brother, silently handing him a bottle as he was deep in his thoughts. He barely even registered that she was there, which she knew was because he was thinking about the game. Not that she minded, she knew she got the same way when she was thinking about school or photography. Though the shouts of the Nekoma game drew the twins' attention back to the court to witness what was happening. The main thing that grabbed their attention was the long limbed, gray-haired, green eyed, player for Nekoma. The new addition that was somewhat of a mystery to them all. They watched as he swung his hand back like a whip to spike the ball over the net. Quite intimidating, if they were all to be honest.

Asahi breathed out, “Wow…”

“That #11…” Suga started, “At first glance, it’s hard to tell because he’s slouching, but he’s pretty big. He might be over 190 cm.”

Asahi marveled, “His arms and legs are so long.”

“Who the heck is he?”

“Yua was telling me a bit about him.” Sakura commented, noticing that her brother was watching the newest addition to the Nekoma roster. “That’s Lev Haiba.”

Sakura didn’t get all too much information about the boy from her. Just that he was annoyingly tall and relatively new to volleyball. Not really much to work off of if Sakura was honest. Yua just wanted to get to know her more than talk about her team. She wasn’t necessarily in the mood with dealing with Yua and her aggressive manner of making friends, so Sakura had retreated back to her bench after getting a bit of information about Lev.

Shoyo spun around to her, “did she say anything else about him!?”

Sakura shook her head, “no. I couldn’t tell if Yua just wanted to talk with me about being friends again, or was hiding things about Lev to keep his play style a mystery to me. It was infuriating.”

---

“Your quick was as amazing as ever, Shōyō.” Ikuoka exclaimed as he, Shōyō, Kenma, and Sakura was sitting around in the room that Nekoma was spending the night in. Technically, Sakura wasn’t allowed there, but she was mistaken for her brother and got to hang out with them. After all, it meant that she could avoid the ever persistent Yua. That girl seemed adamant about becoming great friends with Sakura and learning everything she could. Sakura wasn’t sure why, but Yua was doing the same thing to Kiyoko and Yachi. Sakura just figured Yua was a strange girl. She would much rather hear Inuoka and Shōyō’s excited babbling while watching Kenma play his game from over his shoulder.

“But at this rate, nothing’s going to change,” Shōyō whined. He came here to get stronger, and he wasn’t doing all that much improvement just yet. A thought then struck him, “Hey! Who the heck is that middle blocker?”

Sakura perked up a bit at her brother’s question, also interested in knowing more about Lev. While she had questioned Yua a bit about the new addition to her team, the older girl wasn’t all too descriptive about how Lev played or anything like that. Perhaps she wanted to keep that a secret from Sakura so Karasuno wouldn’t have an upper hand over Lev when they played against each other.

Barely looking up from his game, Kenma answered, “Oh… That’s the first-year, Haiba Lev. He’s half Russian and half Japanese.”

Shōyō’s eyes sparkled, “H-Half?! So cool! Just like Endo-senpai! L-Le…”

“Lev,” Kenma said, he still had yet to look up from his game, “What does it mean in Russian again? Tiger?”

Inuoka brightened, “It means lion! Yup, lion!”

Sakura tilted her head, “He wasn’t with the team the last time you played Karasuno.”

“Yeah. Lev started volleyball in high school.” Kenma said, finally pulling his attention away from his game to explain properly. “When we went to Karasuno around Golden Week, he still hadn’t played very much, and only the regular members went.”

It seemed to amaze Shōyō that such a new player was able to hae the skill that Lev has, “He just started and he can play like that?!”

“Yeah. And when we were paired together, it was really difficult.” Kenma explained, “No matter how hard I tried, our timing was off. I’m used to it now, though.”

Shōyō blinked in thought, “Huh…”

“Kenma-san couldn’t stop sighing,” Inuoka laughed. Sakura could certainly picture that, since she’s seen Kenma do it so often.

Shōyō blinked, “I guess there are times when even you can’t read people, Kenma.”

Now looking back at his game, Kenma continued, “Lev is just too special. Right now, he’s mostly working with his innate physical abilities and instincts, and his height.”

It irked Shōyō at the reminder, “Yeah, his height totally isn’t fair! I want some!”

“He’s been blessed with too much!” Inuoka exclaimed, “But I’m not gonna lose!”

Sakura cringed slightly at their loud shouts. She was starting to get tired and their yelling was not helping her. Truthfully, she was only hanging around with this trio so she could see Kenma. There was just a click between the two quiet teens when they met that first time. Sakura liked the fact that Kenma was mellow and not that loud to be around, and Kenma liked how she was 

“Well, he’s a powerful asset, honest, and not a bad guy.” Kenma shrugged his shoulders, “Though he’s too honest at times. Oh, but his passing basics are still completely bad. He’s worse than you, Shōyō.” Said boy blanched at his comment, “His serves are worse than yours, too, Shōyō.”

“Am I the guideline of what’s bad or not, Kenma?” Shōyō raged.

Sakura just raised an eyebrow at him, “But you are bad at those things.” Shōyō just deflated even further at her words. Though it’s not like he could really argue against them. He really does need to work on most of his skills other than spiking. Looking at the time, Sakura figured with the boys coming back to their rooms to sleep, she should do the same. “I’m heading to bed,” Sakura said, standing up, she then grumbled under her breath, “Yua might start searching for me.” The last thing that she needed was the Nekoma manager starting a search party to get Sakura to bed. It would just be more of an issue than it needed to be.

So the boys all said their goodbyes to her, even Yaku, Kai, and Fukunaga who had just come back from the bathroom. So Sakura started moseying her way down the darkened corridors of the school. Some might think that it was creepy to 

Just as she was turning the corner, she nearly got run over by a gray-haired ace. They caught themselves before either could fall, more like Sakura since she was nearly pushed over, and collected themself. Once Sakura collected her barings she had to look up to see who she had run into.

The boy finally registered who he had run into and exclaimed, “You looked so cool while doing those jumps!” He shouted, his golden eyes sparkling, “I can’t wait to play against you at some point, your jumps are crazy cool!”

It took Sakura a moment to collect herself at his sudden appearance. He was almost like an excited puppy as he stared down at the younger girl. It was Fukurōdani’s top five ace, from what she remembers. Getting a closer look at him, she could see why he was considered a top ace. He was tall, looked strong, and had the gleam in his eyes that screamed he lived for volleyball. 

Sakura shook her head, “I don’t play volleyball.”

The boy blinked at her in confusion, he tilted his head like a confused owl, “But you were on the court today…?”

“No, that was my brother. We’re twins.”

He nodded his head slowly, “Oh. That makes sense. Though you guys looked exactly the same.”

“I’m more than aware.” She scoffed, “I’m Hinata Sakura.”

“Bokuto Kōtarō.” He said boisterously, causing Sakura to cringe at his loud personality. "You said your name is Hinata Sakura?" The owl-haired boy asked as he got uncomfortably close to Sakura.

She just stared at him with her pursed lips, "...yes… why?"

"Oh, I know an old classmate of yours!"

"Really?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, confused as to who he might know and why they would mention her. Sakura hasn’t had any real friends until recently. She may consider Koji and Izumi to be friends of hers from junior high school, but she knows neither of them was at Fukurōdani. Perhaps he knew an acquaintance of hers from junior high, but it was still a toss up to who would talk about her to him. So who could Bokuto know?

"Yeah, Sato Hitoshi!” She froze at Bokuto’s exclamation, “It'll be really cool to tell him that we saw you here!"

Sakura’s jaw clenched, "Why would he care?" The discomfort at the mention of the bully started to wash over her. Her stomach churned and turned at the bitter reminder of him. She had pushed the thought of him out of her mind for some time now, honestly, she never thought she’d ever have to hear about him again. Though here she is…

Not even noticing her change in mood, Bokuto continued on, "Well, he talks about you a lot, always wondering what you're doing in high school!"

She stared at him in confusion, "He cares about what I'm doing? That's… strange."

"Oh?"

Sakura’s eyes narrowed at nothing in particular, "Let's just say, Sato and I didn't get along, especially after we graduated from junior high." The distasteful stare of his sharp blue gaze flashed through her mind. Maybe back then she didn’t always see how jealous and petty he was, but she recognized it now after reflecting on it. Though why he would mention her to someone at his high school is beyond her. Unless Sato was making some unsavory comments of some kind, but Bokuto didn’t seem to be disturbed by her if he did hear those types of comments.

Bokuto just blinked. Whether he could see the bitterness in Sakura’s expression and ignored it or didn’t sense the mood she was in now was uncertain. "Ah, well he's mentioned you a few times while in school. He's a part of our school yearbook as a photographer and mostly focuses on sports."

Sakura clicked her tongue, "Hmm, looks like we've taken a similar high school career."

"Wow! That's really cool!"

Pursing her lips, Sakura sighed heavily through her nose. She bowed respectively to the older boy, “It was nice to meet you, Bokuto-senpai.” She didn’t even wait for him to reply as she started to briskly walk past him.

“Oh yea!” Bokuto called after, “See you later, Hinata-chan!”

She marched back to the room she was staying in with the other managers. The need to just go to bed and attempt to forget the mention of Sato was strong in her mind. She didn’t need any sort of reminder of that bully since she had finally gotten somewhere with her self-confidence. Thinking about him would do nothing but bring back those memories and possible doubts. 

It wouldn’t have been completely surprising to hear about Sato again. There was always a possibility of running into him or a connection to him at some point considering where they live. It's a small world, and Sakura doesn’t usually have the best of luck. Though to hear from someone that Sato speaks about her to others caused her stomach to tighten. He must be saying some bad things about her to his new classmates. Talking about the useless little shadow who, while smart, didn’t have her own voice. Probably saying that he was so much better than her, at everything. Knowing that he could still go around saying her name and talking bad of it. 

Perhaps a part of her knew that he would still think of her that way, she wasn’t going to change the opinion of someone who shouldn’t matter to her. She wouldn’t think he’d change his opinion considering they weren’t at the same school anymore. So he could say what he wanted to his new peers. Though to have one of those peers now in the same place as him saying that Sato talks about her is a bit jarring, in her opinion.

Though it really shouldn’t shake her as much as it should, she thought. She’s stronger now, more confident, so whatever he might think shouldn’t bother her. Still there was just that small inkling in her chest that won't go away. So as she changed into her pajamas, made some small talk with the managers who were still awake, and climbed into her bed. All that she could do was go to bed and forget about it as best she could. She just hoped she didn’t have to talk to Bokuto again, lest he make fun of her for what Sato might have told him.

---

Blog Masterlist | Red Herring Masterlist | Last Chapter | Next Chapter

So... and old ghost is coming back, huh? Sato Hitoshi that meanie >:( I already have... something interesting planned with him, so you'll have to wait and see when that'll happen. I'm restraining myself to not say anything too revealing, and it's so difficult. But I will hold back, I swear! Also I feel like I've been holding back on saying just who Yua's cousin is at this point. Everyone probably forgot that she mentioned him lmao but don't worry, you'll find out who he is, though I'm sure you can make a pretty good educated guess. 

I wasn't completely certain how I was going to write some of these chapters since... Sakura doesn't really have too much of a reason to be there besides being the photographer and her brother being on the team. Though I felt like they were strong enough excuses to soundly say that she could be there. I just don't want her presence to seem stupid or have no reasonable excuse, you know what I mean. I feel like soon I'll start writing certain chapters to exclude Sakura in certain situations. It's really just apart of her character development a bit further down the line. I'm already writing the next chapter as you read this, so it'll only take me.... two months this time to finish it LMAO but for real, I'll try to get the chapter out asap. 

On another note, it's finally SPOOKY SEASON!! I'm so ready to play scary games, watch horror movies and eat all the candy I can until I explode! I mean it may not be good for me but.... I can do what I want as an adult, right? I've just been living my best life the last few weeks and it's been actually amazing. Feels weird to be content right now. The only complaint I have is I wish I could write more, but nothing is perfect, I suppose. I appreciate all the kind comments ya'll have been leaving and dming me as of late ^-^ It warms my heart to know that people actually enjoy my writing! I hope that I can keep giving you guys good chapters that ya'll like lol Until the next chapter, my friends~!

[armynoonas]

[Notice] BTS SUGA’s kickboard accident

First Notice:

Hello. This is Big Hit Music. [We] are apologizing for the electric kickboard accident of BTS member SUGA. Suga used an electric kickboard with his helmet on while returning home in a drunken state on the night of the 6th (Tuesday). He fell when parking after [riding/moving] about 500 meters and as a result of receiving a sobriety test from a police officer nearby. [He] was fined and [his] license was revoked. There were no casualties or property damage in the incident, and he returned home under police transfer. We apologize for disappointing many people due to the artist's inappropriate behavior. As [he is] a social service worker, [he] will be subject to any disposition from [his] workplace for causing a social controversy. We will be more careful not to let this happen in the future. Thank you.

Yunki's Post:

Hello. This is SUGA. I come to you with a disappointing matter feeling very heavy and apologetic. After drinking at the dinner table last night, I rode home on an electric kickboard. I violated the road traffic laws because I was comfortable with the idea of being close by [to my house] and was not aware that I could not ride the electric kickboard while I was drunk. In the process of putting up the electric kickboard at the front gate of the house I fell over alone, and there was a police officer around the area, so I took a breath test and it resulted in my license being revoked and a fine being imposed. There were no people hurt or facilities damaged in this process, but I would like to bow down and apologize to everyone because it is my inexcusable responsibility. I apologize to everyone who has been hurt by my careless and wrong behavior, and I will be more careful with my actions so that this does not happen in the future.

Second Notice:

Hello. This is Big Hit Music. Regarding BTS member Suga, [we] would like to make an additional statement. First of all, [we] deeply apologize once again for disappointing many people over the disgraceful incident. [We] would like to apologize for causing confusion by rushing to announce a statement without carefully examining the various circumstances. 1) Regarding the use of electric kickboard terminology We decided that the product used by the artist was a kickboard with a saddle and described it as an "electric kickboard." During additional verification processes, we recognized that the classification may vary depending on the performance and specifications of the product, and that the scope of responsibility for the accident may also vary. As some have said, there was no intention to reduce the issue at all. We apologize again for not being able to examine it more closely and consequently speaking hastily. If the investigative agency decides to classify the product in the future, we will faithfully fulfill our responsibilities accordingly. 2) Regarding the imposition of fines and revocation of licenses On the 6th, the artist was immediately returned home after responding to a police sobriety test at the scene. Both [we] the company and the artist did not understand that future procedures remained and mistakenly perceived the matter as closed. In light of the seriousness of the matter, we apologize for the misinformation due to an internal communication error. Above everything, the company and the artist bow and apologize for not showing exemplary behavior during the period of fulfilling military service obligations and causing a disgraceful matter. We also sincerely apologize to all of the fans who must have been disappointed. We will faithfully cooperate with the police's further investigation in the future and will humbly accept the results of the investigation.

Translations by Ayeong. Notice 1, Yunki's post, Notice 2

Brief cultural explanation by Ayeong

[240807]

[lo1k-diamonds]

💎Masterlist💎

All my writing can be found on ao3 and there’s no way I’m putting my gigantic stories here 🙈😅

That said, I’ll still put here the list with all my stories and links to find them!

[All my stories have angst - from just a misunderstanding to full-blown out-of-proportion fights 😋]

🔥 » SMUT | 📚 » multichapter | 🎀 » fluff [G- general/T- teen/M-mature/E-explicit]

Series

Soul Palette (Soulmate AU) >> [Masterpost] >> In this soulmate alternative universe, there are no marks, no strings, and no traces to guide them to their other half. But if they listen carefully, destiny is just around the corner patiently waiting to mix them in the soul palette and create universes - together.

SX Seoul >> [Masterpost] >> SX Seoul is a new club in Itaewon. Decorated with neon lights, its cozy and enveloping ambiance will have you living your wildest dreams. Each story is standalone - one per member!

RM 

Unique (E) 🔥📚 - OC x idol!NJ

Part 1: After overhearing something he shouldn’t have, Namjoon promises to make it up to the bride by keeping her maid of honor company during the rehearsal dinner party. What was supposed to be an unremarkable night became something so much more. [Tumblr]

Part 2: It’s a year later when Angie decides to visit Hyejin, both women looking to get away from their problems. But a certain group is just pausing their tour, and old feelings are rekindled when their paths cross.

Klartraum (E) 🔥📚 - OC x idol!NJ - AU » A story that follows Namjoon as he takes notes of his dreams of you in a dream journal.

Smoke Sprite (M) 🔥 - idol!Namjoon x So!YoON! - A short drabble about the song [Tumblr]

Closer (E) 🔥 - SX Seoul Series » NJ x Reader » Namjoon and you were friends for years — he was your confidant, protector, and haven. You didn’t want to risk it, no matter what, but some things can’t be kept in the dark. [Tumblr]

Jin

Carnation (T)📚 - Soul Palette (Soulmate AU) (1st entry)» OC x idol!SJ » In early 2018, BTS were at a crossroads: after working so hard to set foot in the music industry of South Korea, their sudden jump into stardom became something they never anticipated. Jin believed in his dongsaengs but was just as lost as them when his soulmate entered the picture. [1st chapter - Tumblr]

Break-line (E) 🔥 - SX Seoul Series » Jin x Reader » You’ve been chasing dreams and medals ever since you can remember, with your best friend Seokjin by your side. You thought you had everything you could possibly want — until you find out Jin is keeping a secret from you. [Tumblr]

Suga

Call you mine (E) 🔥📚 - Soul Palette (Soulmate AU) (3rd entry)» OC x idol!YG » A slowburn rejection soulmate story about falling in love with Min Yoongi. [1st chapter - Tumblr]

Sugar Rush Ride (E) 🔥 - SX Seoul Series » YG x Reader » You produced a song based on your hidden desires for your fellow producer and promised yourself that tonight, things would change. You were done pining after him, but then he arrived at the listening party. [Tumblr]

Too Sweet (E) 🔥📚 » You x Demon!YG » Coming from unabashed wealth has its perks — like never having to lift a finger in your life. When that suddenly changes, you end up at a crossroads: how far will you go to have everything you want? [Masterpost]

Stellar Behavior (E) 🔥📚 » Officer!Yoongi x Mafia (f)reader »  Yoongi has been in the police force for long enough to know that the system isn’t perfect, so when an injustice is about to put his protégé in jail, he has no other choice but to go to you. You’re the devil, but you’re hard to resist, and he needs to decide between falling into temptation or showing you that two can play the game.[Masterpost]

J-hope

Seeking the sunrise (E) 🔥📚 - Soul Palette (Soulmate AU) (2nd entry)» OC x idol!HS » No one needs a soulmate to have love, right? [1st Chapter - Tumblr]

Jimin

Dress (E) 🔥 - OC x idol!JM » After pining for years, she has reached her breaking point — and it started with a dress. [Reader version - Tumblr]

Like Crazy (E) 🔥 - SX Seoul Series » JM x Reader » You let your desires run wild and things got too far while figuring out the choreography for Jimin’s next single. You thought it was best to pretend it never happened, but he decided to chase you, hoping to set things right. [Tumblr]

V

Love Crumbs (M) 📚 - OC x Office!Tae - Office AU » Quinn’s plans were simple: win that promotion and maybe have a little fun on the side. Taehyung was in love with someone else, but that wasn’t an issue. It’s a shame things are never really that simple.

A woman's best friend (E) 🔥 - Tae x (f) reader » When you met, you and Taehyung hit it off instantly, becoming the closest of friends. You thought he was off limits, meanwhile, he’s been begging for a chance to put an end to your friendship. [Tumblr]

Paramour (E) 🔥 - SX Seoul Series » Tae x (f) reader » You were born for the quick and glamorous life surrounding celebrities — they had their little dramas and breakdowns, and you were there to clean up the mess. But you have your own secret, and doing your job might get you in trouble with your paramour. [Tumblr]

Jungkook

Far Cry (E)🔥📚 - OC x idol!JK - Lost AU » After barely escaping captivity, Jungkook is lost in a jungle on an unknown island with an injured Namjoon and an amnesiac girl. {ongoing 💜} [1st Chapter - Tumblr] ➡ snippets

Standing Next to You (M) 🔥 - You x Demon!JK - MV based » JK is a lust demon — a powerful being that inflames desires at the simplest glance. That is his nature and all there is to his existence. Until there was you.

Bubbles (E) 🔥📚 - SX Seoul Series » JK x Reader » You’re back in town and your first stop in a night out with friends is a new club: SX Seoul. You had no plans, but when you see your ex, everything changes. - [Part 1] [Part 2]

How to Choose a Valentine (T) 🎀 - reader x idol!JK » Who knew the best company for Valentine’s Day would be a lovely Doberman? And who knew he’d get you a Valentine? Well, sort of. [Tumblr]

Be as it must (E) 🔥📚 » Alpha!Jungkook x Omega(f)reader »  It’s hard being an omega in a world where they've all but disappeared, but you're safe as long as you stay under the radar. What happens when you're found and taken to your boss, CEO Jeon Jungkook?[Masterpost]

[solplparty]

go! 미니운동회 | 라라고高 장기자랑💚 Sugar Rush Ride, Honestly | #LIMELIGHT #라임라잇 https://youtu.be/dmYMs0rgwf4 박력+러블리+큐티 다 가진 아이돌이 있다?!🙊 LIMELIGHT이 추는💖 #Suga RushRide - 투모로우바이투게더 #Honestly - LIMELIGHT(라임라잇) #미유 #수혜 #가은 #HONESTLY #지니오리지널 - For more Kpop content? #genieoriginal 🎵 genie original

[dapur-asik]

Lirik Lagu Sugar Rush Ride - TXT Dan Terjemahannya Trending #1 Youtube Syuting Di Bali

Lirik lagu Sugar Rush Ride - TXT dan artinya, sekarang sedang menjadi trending di platform musik terkenal yaitu Youtube. Lagu Sugar Rush Ride ini dirilis di kanal Youtube Hybe Labels sekaligus merilis mini album The Name Chapter TEMPTATION pada tanggal 27 Januari 2023. Lirik Lagu Sugar Rush Ride - TXT ini pun kini sudah tonton oleh lebih dari 17 penonton di Youtube. Benarkah Syuting Video TXT ini diambil di Bali? Pada Deskripsi video lagu Sugar Rush Ride tertulis "Local Production : BALI PROD" maka kemungkinan besar memang syuting video TXT tersebut diambil di Bali. Kemudian bagaimana lirik lagu Sugar Rush Ride - TXT? Simak ulasannya dibawah ini ya!

Lirik Lagu Sugar Rush Ride - TXT Dan Terjemahannya

Yeah, ah Ayy, let's go Saenggageun got sumeul meomchwosseo When you get back Nae dajim ttawin hansungan pureo hechyeojyeo Negen (Ayy) Come a little closer (Ah-ah-ah, oh) Neon soksangnyeo (Ah-ah-ah, oh) Samkyeobeoryeo The sugar rush (Ah-ah-ah, oh) Bamhaneure hyangyeon (Ah-ah-ah, oh) Sweet desire (Ah-ah-ah, oh) Kkume deryeoganeun Chimdaemate liar I can feel, geobuhal suga eopseo Dalkomhan geu devilish smile Nеon neungsuki jamgin nae muneul yеoreo Eotteokae jeo byeori boyeo The devil said Ha Ha Gimme, gimme more Gimme, gimme more Ha Ha Iri waseo deo Gachi nolja deo Sugar rush-ush, sugar rush-ush Sugar rush-ush, sugar rush-ush-uh, ah Gimme gimme more Gimme gimme more Sugar rush-ush, sugar rush-ush Sugar rush-ush, sugar rush-ush-uh, ah Iri waseo deo Eopgo nolja deo You're so addictive Nae hyeolgwaneun full of sweets Geumjidoen seondeuri huimihage Sarajyeo gaji Binhyeol gateun i daze Ohiryeo geuge joa nan Salgat arae modeun sepoga deo Yeminhaejyeo ga Come a little closer (Ah-ah-ah, oh) Neon soksangnyeo (Ah-ah-ah, oh) Samkyeobeoryeo The sugar rush (Ah-ah-ah, oh) Bamhaneure hyangyeon (Ah-ah-ah, oh) Sweet desire (Ah-ah-ah, oh) Kkume deryeoganeun Chimdaemate liar I can feel, geobuhal suga eopseo Dalkomhan geu devilish smile Neon neungsuki jamgin nae muneul yeoreo Eotteokae jeo byeori boyeo The devil said

Arti Lirik Lagu Sugar Rush Ride - TXT

Ya, ah Ayo pergi Pikiranku segera berhenti bernapas Ketika Anda kembali Janji saya dilepaskan dalam sekejap Kamu  (Ayy) Ayo sedikit lebih dekat, bisikmu Menelannya, gula terburu-buru Pesta di langit malam, keinginan yang manis Seorang pembohong di samping tempat tidur yang membawamu ke mimpimu Aku bisa merasakannya, aku tidak bisa menyangkalnya Senyum iblis yang manis itu Anda dengan terampil membuka pintu saya yang terkunci Apa yang bisa saya lakukan, saya bisa melihat bintang itu Kata iblis Ha Ha Beri aku, beri aku lebih banyak Beri aku, beri aku lebih banyak Ha Ha datang ke sini lagi ayo lebih sering bermain bersama Sugar rush-ush, sugar rush-ush Sugar rush-ush, sugar rush-ush-uh, ah Beri aku lebih banyak lagi Beri aku lebih banyak lagi Sugar rush-ush, sugar rush-ush Sugar rush-ush, sugar rush-ush-uh, ah datang ke sini lagi Ayo bermain di punggung kita lebih banyak Kamu sangat adiktif Pembuluh darahku penuh dengan permen Garis terlarang memudar menghilang Ini linglung seperti anemia Justru saya menyukainya Semua sel di bawah kulit menjadi sensitif "mendekatlah" Anda berbisik “Telan itu, gula terburu-buru” Berpesta di langit malam Keinginan manis Seorang pembohong di samping tempat tidur yang membawamu ke mimpimu Aku bisa merasakan aku tidak bisa menyangkalnya Senyum iblis yang manis itu Anda dengan terampil membuka pintu saya yang terkunci Apa yang bisa saya lakukan, saya bisa melihat bintang itu Kata iblis Beri aku lebih banyak lagi Beri aku lebih banyak lagi datang ke sini lagi ayo lebih sering bermain bersama Sugar rush-ush Sugar rush-ush Serbuan gula Sugar rush-ush-uh Beri aku lebih banyak lagi Beri aku lebih banyak lagi Itulah Lirik Lagu Sugar Rush Ride - TXT dan Artinya. Semoga bermanfaat! Read the full article

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

Suga Rush Ride was going so well until the chorus! Why that terrible beat drop or whatever it's called? It's so long too! And the sexy shots of barely legal members in the MV are so distasteful. I didn't like Kai's "bridge" either, but then the outro, which was like the prechorus, was great. I loved everything but the chorus. Apart from the chorus, the song was refreshing and I'm glad they're finally done with their punk-rock phase (will have to check the full album to confirm that though). There are two concepts in the MV, right? The brighter concept that was great, and the bad boy concept with the same boring styling as usual and the sexy poses - that part reminded me of Blood, Sweat, Tears, including the "temptation" theme. I wished they'd stuck with the brighter, catchier concept, but I guess their lore wouldn't allow it. I hope I can grow to like the chorus. Dark and edgy concepts are the bane of boy groups. When they're great, it's great, but the other 90% of the time it's just cliché and lowkey cringey.

Edit: I watched their Music Bank performances. The leather pants in Suga Rush Ride were not it. Upon my second listen, I don't mind the chorus as much. As for the choreo, I never really like TXT's choreos. I think Frost, Good Boy Gone Bad, and Blue Hour are their best ones, though all their songs have some bits of good choreo. Imo, the issue is that, in general, their choreos don't seem to tell a story or express anything, and they don't look cohesive or flow well. I also don't think TXT are very interesting dancers or performers. It's like their choreos are just giving them something to do on stage. They go up and down and run around like crazy with no bigger purpose. For the most part, their choreos are stuffy, forgettable, repetitive, and unattractive. Also, the Sugar Rush Ride choreo reminded me a lot of their older choreos, particularly of their last tts, but I felt it had a lot of feminine, typical gg elements, and that made it more exciting and refreshing to me.

The Devil by the Window choreo reminded me even more strongly of Good Boy Gone Bad, and their outfits were very Boy in Luv/MOTS ON:E Dionysus, but TXT have worn outfits like that before. As usual, I can't remember much of the choreo apart from them sticking their butts out (which KBS didn't really show lmao). They laid down on the floor a few times, and put their arms around each other a few times too, as in every TXT choreo, it seems. They danced a lot, but nothing stuck with me except for the very last part of the song and the Jimin-esque bending over the waist move. Sadly, the song got good too late and the ending was unsatisfying, but I haven't listened to the studio version yet so my opinion might change!