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kingofbodyrolls · 6 months

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BTS fic recs: October 2023

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post to let them know that they're appreciated 💜 And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | 💜 (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, personal favorites = 💯.

Namjoon

⭐Drunk in Love by @joon4eva // knj x f.reader // bf2l // 🥰

📝 You and whiskey are never a good combination. or: you've been in love with your best friend for years and you might tell him about it while drunk.

🗨️ Just really cute and fluffy 🥰 🥺💖

Seokjin

⭐Sleepover by @peachypinkygloss // ksj x f.reader x pjm // bestfriends!au, threesome // 🥵

📝 You spend a night with your two best friends at their dorm room. You should have known that they wanted to do more than just watching movies.

🗨️ Omg this was so good, the smut 😘🥵

Yoongi

⭐Oh, darling! [series; completed] 💯 by @yoongiofmine // myg x f.reader // university!au, non idol au, professor!yoongi, student!reader // 🥰🌩️🥵

📝 Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you’ve held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?

🗨️ Holy fucking shit 🥵🫣😳 This is just one of my favorites series, EVER 💜 This is in my top 10, no questions! ✨

⭐Mami by @kithtaehyung // myg x f.reader, knj x f.reader, jhs x f.reader // roommates!au, battle rap!au // 🥵

📝 You somehow have a conversation with Yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date.

🗨️ So, so good 🥵 really looking forward to more of this series 🥵 🫣

⭐Damn the Charcuterie Board 💯 by @bratkook // myg x f.reader x pjm // bestfriends!au, threesome // 🥵

📝 This doesn’t have a summary, so here goes mine; reader has has a sling of unfulfilling sexual times, and in the company of her best friends, she thinks about a video she watched recently. Could they give her what she needed?

🗨️ This has been on my reading list for so freaking long! 🥹 And now I finally got to read it, and damn, it is one of the best, filthiest fics out there. So, so good! 💯🥵

⭐Cotton Candy Computer (1) [series; discontinued] 💯 by @softyoongiionly // myg x f.reader // hacker!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 Min Yoongi is the top hacker in the world. He has put away countless other cyber criminals all whilst evading detection by virtually everyone he has ever crossed paths with, including the government. The diabolical super hacker that came close to tracking him down is now serving a 10 year prison sentence, all thanks to Yoongi’s handiwork. So what happens when the sentence is shortened unexpectedly? What happens when the biggest threat to public safety is roaming the streets again, determined to get revenge on the man who put him away? What happens when the worlds most infamous hacker just so happens to manage your local Mikrokosmic Electronics? A terabyte of trouble.

🗨️ Shit this was incredibly good!!!! Why isn’t it finished? 😭 I don’t usually read unfinished or discontinued series, but the summary really had me and I just had to read it – and now I’m hooked and I want more of this sexy hot hacker Yoongi! 😭 The story was also just so well written and the chemistry between reader and oc was so fucking perfect, and don’t get me started on the smut, like ugh 🥵 Gosh, I’m so sad there aren’t more parts to it (like the author planned four parts). But it’s so so good, and the cliffhanger isn’t horrible (in terms of wanting to read the next chapter). It can definitely be read as a one shot, I just really, really wished there was more, because, fuck, it was perfect! 💯💜✨

⭐Three Tangerines [series; ongoing] 💯 by @kithtaehyung // myg x f.reader // fuckboy!yoongi, brother’s best friend!au, age gap!au // 🌩️🥵

📝 Throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.

🗨️ Holy fucking shit, I know I’m late to the party (I see it’s still going too! 🎉), but goddamn that was one of the best fanfictions I’ve ever read 💖😭 I am deeply in love with 3tan – I read all that was available in a few days and nights, because I was so freaking hooked (and still am! No, I’m not dreaming about 3tan Yoongi 😇). Damn. I have been missing out, alright! Shit, the writing; excellent, characters; excellent, world building/story progression; excellent - like perfection 👏🏾 💎 💯 If you have not read it yet, do so now, like right now! I still can’t stop thinking about this and I’m already thinking about rereading it because it’s just that good. It’s definitely in my top 10 or even in my top 5 of my favorites! 🥇✨

Hoseok

⭐Helping Hands by @m-yg93 // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 Between your boyfriend getting into bed with another girl and finals taking all your time a cold rift has emerged between the usually warm movie nights with your best friend. Thankfully exams are over and Hoseok is back on your couch where he belongs. When some shit talking gets a little too close to home and Hoseok finds out you’ve never even had an orgasm he decides to take things into his own hands, and yours.

🗨️ This was so hot, like what 😳🥵 also a bit funny, but mostly smutty 🤭

Jimin

⭐Desperate by @ressjeon // pjm x f.reader // model!Jimin, pa!reader // 🥵

📝 Being Jimin's assistant made you immune from his flirty tactics, but somehow you find it hard to resist him when he unusually becomes desperate.

🗨️ Omg this was so hot, I don’t have much to say about it, expect that 😳🥵

⭐Only You by @jiminniethemarshmallow // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 After another woman kisses Jimin, he tries to convince you that he’s faithful with make-up sex.

🗨️ This was both hot and sweet! I really like how Jimin was doing his best to reassure OC, even though he did nothing wrong 🥹🥰

⭐Flirt 💯 by @chateautae // pjm x f.reader // college!au, sexual tension, pwp // 🥵

📝 Park jimin is a notorious flirt, but so are you. when you both meet at a party after weeks of back and forth, it’s a matter of time before somebody gives in.

🗨️ Okay, this is insanely hot - the smut 🤌🏾😘 a really fucking great pwp with a good amount of sexual tension and dirty talk 💜💯

⭐Vanilla 💯 by @aexthetic-suga // pjm x f.reader // pwp, dominate!Jimin, idol!au // 🥵

📝 Jimin is a busy guy. The idol life is not an easy one. With you missing him for three months due to his schedule, all you wanted was to spend his first night back with him. When that doesn’t go to plan, you end up spewing shit about your sex life with Jimin – or better yet, your lack of one.

🗨️ Excuse me, Park Jimin 🥵😳 this was incredible hot! And that gif! 🥵 A really great pwp 💯🌸

Taehyung

⭐One of the Boys 💯 by @littlemisskookie // kth x f.reader // childhoodfriends!au, slice of life, bestfriends!au, neighbors!au, high school!au // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?

🗨️ Woaw! This was so incredibly good, it’s almost hard to describe, but I’ll try: it does a brilliant job at setting the story up, following oc and Taehyung since childhood, and how their friendship develops over time (and their feelings). It’s really cute and funny and with great smut at the end. Overall a brilliantly good read 💯

⭐Baby, Oh Baby 💯 by @jungkookiebus // kth x f.reader // established relationship, noneidol!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Taehyung and you have been trying for months to get pregnant; you’ve tried crazy diets, stuck to your calendar, got him to diet, but it’s all been for nothing. No matter how healthy your doctor says you are, you can’t conceive. Taehyung tries everything within his power to show you that everything is going to be okay and for one night he makes you forget all about the calendars, schedules, and all the crazy things that came with you trying to have a baby.

🗨️ This was just really cute and loving 🥹The smut was also just ❤️‍🔥💯

⭐Baby Maker by @kookslastbutton // kth x f.reader // marriage!au // 🥵🥰

📝 You're pissed at your husband for being late to your weekly baby-making sessions.

🗨️ Aish, the smut in this 🔥Also all the dirty talk really had me going 🥵

⭐Til Death Do Us Part by @kookslastbutton // kth x f.reader // marriage!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 Thinking it be a romantic gesture, Taehyung tosses your GPS out the car window while honeymooning in Italy. Too bad it gets you both stranded in the middle of nowhere though. What the hell are you gonna do now?

🗨️ This was just so funny to me 😂 Like Tae really threw the GPS out and was like ‘fuck it’! Pleasant and blushing read 🤭

Jungkook

⭐When the End Comes [series; completed] 💯 by @oddinary4bts // jjk x f.reader // breakup!au, slice of life!au, photographer!Jungkook x lawyer!reader // 🌩️🌩️🌩️🥵

📝 Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook?

🗨️ This is a sequel to ‘The Forgotten Spaces’, which was just *chef’s kiss* 😘 The series is completed now – and afsfdfdsfg it was just so damn beautiful and the ending!!! It was definitely worth all my tears 🥹💜

⭐Love à Trois [series; ongoing] by @letjungcoook7 // jjk x f.reader x pjm // slice of life, f2l+s2l, roommates!au, college!au, love triangle // 🥵🌩️

📝 You and Jimin secretly have feelings for each other, you both realize your dream of studying at the same college and sharing an apartment, but when financial issues start to arise, you have to seek a third roommate. and guess who fate sends your way? Jungkook, the same guy who took your virginity back in high school.

🗨️ This is really good! There’s two chapters up already (I still need to read ch 2) and the first was so good. It’s so interesting to see the love triangle unfold. Really enjoyed this 🌸

⭐Burnout (1)(2)(3) [series; ongoing] by @aikastales // jjk x f.reader // college!au, fake dating!au // 🌩️🌩️🌩️😈

📝 After his ex-girlfriend broke up with him, jungkook enlists your help by asking and paying you to fake date him. accepting the offer, you get more than what you bargained for when jungkook starts showing his true intentions.

🗨️ This series was my first time reading yandere – and I am hooked, it’s so intriguing and disturbing at the same time, I really can’t wait to see how this story unfolds. It’s really, really good 👏

⭐Fragment of the Past (1)(2) [series; ongoing] by @ctrlsht // jjk x f.reader // patient!jk x psychiatrist!reader // 🌩️😈👻

📝 You are a well-known and respected psychiatrist and author. You start treating Jungkook, who suffers from PTSD after surviving an extremely traumatic incident. As you help him confront his traumatic past, he begins to act strangely, and you start uncovering something about him that will change everything.

🗨️ Another first for me, with the thriller vibes and damn it delivers on that! It’s really, really good 👏 Pacing is really good and how we see more and more of Jungkook’s disturbing traits is just brilliant ✨

⭐Mentally Physically Weak by @arainbowofchaos // jjk x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵

📝 Jungkook is waiting for you outside your workplace, a cigarette in his mouth, and you can hardly believe your luck. Above all, you're acutely aware of how weak you are for him, and you want to savor this moment as if it were the last.

🗨️ Almost equally smutty as it is sweet 🥺🥰 a really good read, and I really loved how JK was portrayed and how sweet he was with the OC 💖

Wow, October went really fast! I have now moved and I’ve gotten more time to both read and write again. And now it’s already November (also my birth month 🥳 and I might or might not have a surprise for you on my birthday!).

Borahae 💜

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kookslastbutton · 9 months

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Too Late to Dream ༓ jjk (m) I ch. VII

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader

AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 6,656

Warnings: 8-year age gap, mentions of professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), cute date on the back of jk's car trunk, jk nervous, jk gives lots of gifts & flowers to oc, oc is obsessed with clearance chocolate, auntie oc and uncle kook take care of yoongi's twins, jk & oc become guinea pigs for yoongi's kids lmao, mention of dentist!yoongi, jk's mommy issues get mentioned, jk has personal daddy issues but he working through them, jk being good hubby to oc, just a rollercoaster of emotions ngl

Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, It Will Rain, Heaven+

A/N: Hello! thanks for being patient with me guys!! Important: the flashback for this chapter follows events of chapter V and will refer to it. And yes it's thier first date! Kind of 👀👀 that will be for you to decide. Then we have present day jk and oc being guinea pigs for Yoongi's crazy twins hehehe. Ok pls, enjoy 💞

<< ch. VI ༓ ch. VIII >> ┃series masterlist

You know how some couples have multiple weddings that lead to disagreements over their real anniversary date? Or maybe it’ll be when the relationship was made official or what the first sign of attraction was? Yeah, that’s you and Jungkook when it comes to pinpointing exactly when your first date was.

If you ask your husband, he’ll tell you it was weeks after you were discharged from the hospital during your postgrad studies. But in your opinion, it was far before his timeframe.

You see due to a group of overly eager college freshmen, you had sprained your ankle and cracked a rib. Jungkook stayed with you the entire first two weeks of the recovery period. He'd bring study notes to you, your favorite food, hell even art supplies he bummed off Taehyung to help break up your mundane days in the hospital.

When the time finally came that you were well enough to finish the healing process at home, he suggested a dinner out would be an excellent way to celebrate.

"...do you wanna go out to dinner?" Jungkook pops the question more causal than expected.

"Are you asking me on a date…?"

His reply is barely audible but you hear it and for the first time, your professor sounds truly timid. "Uh, well…let's go with hang out like friends do."

You’re convinced that this was the first time he asked you out, thus leading to your first date. Your husband, however, thinks it was too vague to tell. He prefers to see it as more a pre-date instead.

So, was it a date?

Was it an unspoken pre-date?

The jury’s still out about this one.

4 years ago

It’s a gorgeous day with the way the sun beams on the hood of his car. A few scattered clouds, fluffy and white, float across the sky as well, offering shelter from the heat. You were discharged from the hospital only yesterday and Jungkook was already insistent on going out today, saying that a little fresh air and a change of scenery would be good for you.

“Where are we going?” You turn your head from the passenger window to look at the man inquisitively. It’s a simple question but the tension of the unknown nibbles at you from inside.

“One of my favorite spots,” Jungkook replies with his eyes set on the road. “Hope you don’t mind the drive. It’ll be another fifteen minutes.”

“It's fine. Why can’t I know where we’re going though?”

He hesitates to answer. “Do you not like surprises?”

You shrug. “Sure I do, as long as I know about them ahead of time.”

A hearty laugh follows your words and it sends one of the warmest feelings through your whole body. You didn't think you were being funny, but after being stuck in the hospital for two weeks, it's nice to feel something other than dismal. Jungkook is good at lifting your spirits at the most unexpected of times, you hum to yourself.

He looks handsome today too.

You can’t stop yourself from thinking about it as you watch a few strands of his dark hair blow over. He has his window cracked to let in a gentle breeze and though it causes him trouble here and there, he remains mostly unbothered.

The oversized white T-shirt he chose to wear is something you're still taking time to adjust to. Much more casual compared to what he wears during his lectures. But you like it with the loose-fitting pants he's paired it with.

"If it's necessary for you to know where we're going then I guess I have no choice." Jungkook looks in your direction but your gaze lingers down his torso. "__."

"Yes?" You immediately blink up at him, hoping you don’t look too flushed. Once he directs his attention back to the road you'll make sure to check yourself in the side-view mirror. Using your phone camera might look a little too obvious.

"I was saying if you need to know where we're going I'll tell you," he repeats. "But if it's possible I'd really like for it to be a secret until we get there."

"Alright," you concede. "I guess I could stand the wait this one time. This is your only freebie though. No more surprises after this."

"No more checking me out," he mutters.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Can I open my eyes yet?"

"No." Jungkook opens his door and hops out of the car. "I'll be right back."

"Wait where are you going?" You know he wants whatever this is to be a surprise but you've been told to keep your eyes shut for the last five minutes. You're a little nervous to say the least, especially if he's about to disappear somewhere. "Jungkook?"

No response.

"Hello? Jungkook?" You're tempted to open your eyes when you hear the trunk of his car suddenly pop open. Several rustling noises follow as he digs around. "What are you doing back there?"

"You'll see soon. I'm almost done so just sit tight for a moment." He unzips a bag and then pushes said bag around the floorboard. The sound of something crashing on the ground perks up your ears in the moments following, earning a tiny 'shit' from Jungkook.

"Everything alright?" You're seriously getting antsy now.

When Jungkook swings your door open, a cool breeze hits your legs. "All good __. But now, I'm going to need you to trust me because I'm going to help you out of the car."

What?

"Um, I do have crutches I can use you know. You don't have to carry me anywhere like before. Dr. Kim said I should–"

"You won't need them this time. We're not going far okay?" He ducks his head inside and guides your arms around his neck. "Can you scoot forward a little?"

You do as he says until he tells you to stop. And with one arm supporting your lower back and the other firm under your legs, you're lifted out of your seat.

"Okay." The ground underneath his feet crunches as he straightens himself back up and out of the vehicle. "Now you can open your eyes."

As soon as you do your jaw drops.

"Surprise!"

Jungkook watches your stunned face as you take in all of Seoul from your perched position.

"I hope you don't mind that I didn't take us to a traditional restaurant. This is an overlook I happened to stumble on years ago when I first moved here. Not many people know about it because it's kind of off the beaten track but I get a bit adventurous sometimes."

He carries you around to the back of the car.

"Since you're still recovering I won't make us sit on the ground but I brought food that we can eat in the back of my trunk. There's a pillow there you can lean against too. And I made sure to park at an angle so we can watch the sunset."

"Wow...Jungkook I don't know what to say."

"It's cheesy isn't it?" His previously eager tone drops and you can't help but feel a pulling at your heartstrings. "I'm sorry if this isn't your thing. I probably should have asked."

"I love cheesy." You crack a small smile and Jungkook breaks out into a grin again, causing both of you have butterflies in your stomachs. "You're very thoughtful for doing this. I'm sorry about my initial reaction. I'm just shocked."

"Well, we're friends now, aren't we? You should get used to this kind of stuff from now on." He walks up to the trunk and carefully sets you down. "Here, lean back." He fluffs the pillow and then gestures for you to lay back.

Once you're comfortable, he hops in next to you and grabs the baby blue gift bag from the corner of the trunk. You don't know how you missed it before given its size and very decorative packaging.

"Before I give you this to you please know that I don't expect anything back okay?" His hands are shaky as he holds the bag on his lap. "This is just something I wanted to give you after your injury and having to be in the hospital for so long."

You nod your head in understanding but are not fully convinced. "And you're giving this to me as a friend, yes?" You take the bag from him and slowly open it.

"Mhm."

You narrow your eyes at him before reaching into the bag. You take out a very large, sturdy box. "God, Jungkook. This is so heavy. What's in here?" You tear apart the wrapping paper and open the smooth lid. "Oh my god, you didn't?!"

They're chocolates from the dessert shop you told him about last Sunday night. You had mentioned it in passing because you were craving sweets but not in the slightest did you think he'd take it to heart. The shop was at least an hour's drive away.

"Don't worry." He sees the pressure creeping on your face. "I was going that direction anyway. But I saw it on my way back and was reminded that you were craving it the other night. Uhm, there's also a coupon in there too. They included that in the purchase."

"Jungkook....you really didn't need to do any of this for me." You grab the small card laying at the bottom of the bag that reads 20% off. "Thank you so much."

"Oh, I almost forgot!" You're taken aback when he jumps off the trunk to scurry to the backseat. He returns in mere seconds with a generous bouquet of pink and purple hydrangeas. "These are for you too."

You shriek and grab them out of his hand, feeling a little giddy. Hydrangeas are your absolute favorites. "Sorry, that was really rude of me. These are so beautiful, though. Thank you. I don't know what to say."

Jungkook sits back down and pulls forward a freezer bag. "Seeing you this excited is enough. I brought us a lot of food too so, we should probably eat it before it starts going bad. This bag can only do so much preserving." He digs out box after box of yummy food from fresh strawberries to sushi. There are drinks too; banana milk and soju.

Your stomach growls as you watch him set the food between you both.

"Well, don't be shy." He hands you a plate with chopsticks. "Dig in."

"You look very pretty in that blouse..." He stabs his straw into his milk and takes a large sip. "The color really suits you."

"Oh, thank you." You manage the words once you swallow the strawberry you're eating. "Yours too."

Jungkook combs through his hair with his fingers. "Thanks, this t-shirt really brings out my eyes don't you think?" You laugh and shove his shoulder lightly.

"Stop, I'm being serious. I don't see you in this type of style often. It looks good."

He gives a playful shake of his head. "Where did you get that shirt anyway?" He gestures at your top again.

"At a store," you reply dumbly. "It was on sale. Gotta love a good deal right?"

"Yeah, absolutely. Never pay full price."

"That's exactly what I try telling my roommate. She only buys the best of the best but I think she could get the same thing 50% off if she waited long enough."

"You know Taehyung's the same way. Nothing but luxury from head to toe. I'm surprised he paints in a basic t-shirt and jeans some days."

You chuckle, feeling the air light and fresh. "Painting gets messy so it's better you not wear your best and brightest clothes. Sometimes I'll just wear a giant t-shirt that already has paint stains and nothing el–"

Shit.

You cringe at how quickly you can run your mouth. Jungkook doesn't need to know your painting attire evident from his sudden frozen up form.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

"I'm embarrassed."

"Don't be. I've heard worse." Jungkook clears his throat and looks out to the view in front of you. "This really is a beautiful spot is it not?"

Thank you for the deflection, you silently say to him.

"Yes, it's the best view I've seen in my life. I can't believe you found this place. It's like seeing everything for the first time again."

"__."

"Hm?"

"Is it weird that I–" He stops mid-sentence, hands rubbing his thigh. "Is it weird that I brought you here?"

"Of c–"

"No wait, wait that's not what I wanted to ask." He runs his fingers through his hair again, doing his best to keep eye contact. "What would you say if someone were to ask you out?"

You relax into a tight-lipped smile and quirk your head to a slight angle. "I'd probably say no because I'm on a date with you right now."

At this Jungkook's milk slips from his hand, spilling on his pants. You grab some napkins next to you and help him wipe the spillage off.

"We're on a date?" He stands the milk upright. "This is a date?"

"Yes, it very obviously is. I don't wear this top for just anyone you know." You close your mouth instantly and sit up straight. "You weren't meant to hear the last part."

"Wait, go back. I thought this was us hanging out. Remember? At the hospital, I said–"

"C'mon the flowers, the specialty chocolates, taking me to one of your secret hideouts. Not to mention packing all this food to share. It is most definitely a date. Do you not want it to be?"

"No! I mean of course, yes. But I would have dressed a lot better." He looks down at himself, embarrassed. "I just threw these on before I left the house."

"And what else would you have worn? I see you in dress shirts and slacks twice a week at the school, if not more."

"Oh, I guess you have a point." He lets out a sigh. "To be honest __. We don't have the most proper relationship for that kind of thing, do we? It's annoying that I keep saying it but I am still your professor until the end of this semester at least. Us dating would be kind of a breach of contract."

"So you won't call this a date because you think it's forbidden?" You cross your arms.

"Well not entirely. It's just...I'm scared. There it is. And if we plan to do any sneaking around business I need to know you...shit, this is going to sound so middle school of me...I need to know you're interested in me __."

"For fucksake Jungkook, I wouldn't have agreed to come if I wasn't interested." You move closer to his side so you're inches from his face. "You're the kindest person I've ever known and I'd like to know you more like you've been doing for me the past two weeks. You've gone out of your way so many times for me that I seriously can't keep up. And while I can't say that I'm in love with you since it's much too soon, I've become very attracted to you. It just sucks we're in a bit of an odd position with school and all. But we can make this work. I'm also in post-grad so I don't think we're doing anything that risky."

"What about Taehyung?"

"That's all you got out of what I just said?"

"Sorry, I'm just asking because you seemed into him at the art exhibit. You're both artistic after all." He fiddles with his fingers. "I'm just the guy who you got stuck with this year because you couldn't major in art."

You feel compelled to take one of his restless hands in your own, so you do–holding it loosely.

"Kim Taehyung was simply a visual interest," you say. "I never thought about anything serious with him. He's also faculty so unless he saves my life or something, I'm not really considering anything beyond a friendly report."

A moment of silence is exchanged as Jungkook lets your response sink in. And as long as your eyes aren't fooling you, you'd say he's more than pleased with it.

"So...you really wanna do this?" Jungkook asks with more anticipation than nervousness this time.

"Yes." You nod.

"Wow, okay um, well when do you want to go out?" He kicks his feet back and forth. And when he reflexively squeezes your hand you can't help but grin at his eagerness. "I'm free every weekend if that works for you."

"We should probably get to the end of this date first Dr. Jeon."

"Nooo, I like Jungkook. Can we stay with Jungkook when it's just you and me? Also, this isn't a date. We need a do-over."

You laugh, seeing a new side of him. He's more, hm, whiny than you thought–it's cute.

"Jungkook, we don't need a do-over. This can be a date if we want it to be. It's got all the elements already. Look." You lift his hand in yours. "We're already holding hands.

"Nope. When are you free?"

"How about this coming Friday after 4pm? Is that too far out?"

He shakes his head fervently. "It works perfectly for me. Let's do 4:01pm." Your baffled expression causes his own eyebrows to knit together. "What? You can't do 4:01?"

"I–yeah sure I can but I didn't expect you to suggest a time so soon."

"Well, you said you'd be free after 4pm right?"

You nod.

"Then it's a date!"

He smiles wide and you do the same.

Present

"Kook, grab us a cart. You won't believe what's on sale!" You stuff about five gold-foiled boxes under your arm. The yellow tag next to the price says 75% off which means you are for sure buying at least ten of these.

It's times like these that your husband enjoys watching you most. You can barely reach the self where the clearance chocolate is, nevertheless, you're on your tip-toes with arms fully extended above your head to grab at every box of sweets you can.

His inner hero wants to help but he's learned early on not to get in the middle of you and your favorite snack. It's better he listens to your request to get a cart instead.

"Don't hurt yourself in the five minutes I'm gone okay honey?"

"Mhm," you mumble, not really paying attention. "Kook this chocolate has caramel and orange inside. Oh my god, look." You show him a box of chocolates with cherry filling. "These are to die for. I need like six of these."

"Here give me some of those." Jungkook takes the boxes of chocolates from your arm when he sees them slipping from your hold. "I'll put these in a cart while you keep digging. But if someone else comes along, let them have at least one this time."

He knows how much of a little hog you can get with your candy.

"Are you kidding? Finders keepers." You reach for another box, the ones in the back are always the best.

"__."

"What? I'm doing all the hard work here which means I get to keep all the chocolate."

"Fine, fine. Be sure to check the expiration date too." Jungkook turns around to stalk toward the front of the store. If he doesn't get his butt to a cart soon, his wife is going to turn into a grizzly bear.

A very cute grizzly bear.

But a grizzly bear nonetheless.

"Did we really need thirty boxes of these?" Jungkook dumps the grocery bags on your kitchen counter. "I love you but this is insane. Who's going to eat all of this chocolate?"

"Well, I was planning on sending the twins home with some." You rummage through the bag then move to stack them in the pantry. "They'll be here in an hour so it can be a surprise from us."

"Yoongi's twins? You're going to send the two children whose father is a dentist a whopping bag of chocolate?" Jungkook hands you another box to put in the pantry. The little assembly line works well when putting groceries away.

"I'm only giving them one box okay? So Yoongi can shove it."

You hear a snickering behind you.

"Honey don't push the man who could likely yank all your teeth out of your head and end with, 'will that be all?'"

You roll your eyes. "Yoongi doesn't scare me like he scares you. But if you're so worried I will get his permission ahead of time."

Jungkook's mouth opens in response until he feels a slight vibration in his pant pocket. When he takes it out to check his initial good mood drops about ten degrees.

"Kook?" You watch as he reads whatever it is on his phone.

"Nothing." He switches off the device and places it face-down on the counter. "It's just dad."

"Something about your mom I'm presuming?"

Being Saturday, it's been a few days since Jungkook had his fallout with his mother. They were originally planning to stay in town until Friday but left Thursday morning instead due to Mrs. Jeon feeling "unwanted".

Your husband's been in close contact with his father ever since.

"Yeah," Jungkook lets out an exasperated sigh. "She's journaling again apparently. It's what she does to cope with frustrations like me."

"I'm sorry Kook." You rub his arm soothingly. "Maybe she needs some time to think about everything that's happened. I know you want her to talk to you but maybe it's not all bad that she's jotting things down first."

"Yeah, maybe." He takes your hand and presses a light kiss against the back of your knuckles. "It's whatever though, Mom can have her fit. I'm not going to let her ruin one of the only free days I get with my wife."

You smile and quickly peck his soft lips–something Jungkook wishes would be longer.

"Love you," you say and return to your original task of putting groceries away.

"Listen to me you two gremlins," Yoongi says on a bent knee. "Eomma and I will be back by 8pm. Until then your uncle Jungkook and Aunt __ are in charge. You know the rules, no jumping around on the sofas, don't into Aunt __'s paints, stay out of Uncle Jungkook's office, and under no condition are you to get into sweets."

He flicks his eyes to you for a brief moment then sets them back on the two seven-year-old girls in front of him. They look adorable with their matching space buns.

"But Appa–"

"No Eun-ji."

"Can't I just have one? Pleaseee?" She stares up at Yoongi with large eyes, hands clasped together. His second daughter Ari quickly does the same.

"We promise we'll brush our teeth right after."

Yoongi's face remains unmoved at his twin's relentless need for chocolate. Sure, he may be the one more likely to cave to requests when it comes between him and his wife but sweets were definitely off the table. His girls just got their teeth cleaned a couple days ago too, cavity-free, and he intends to keep it that way.

"Did you even bring your toothbrushes?" He knows for a fact they did not being that they weren't staying the night.

The twins exchange looks before breaking into a goofy grin. Mrs. Min leans down next to her husband at the moment and draws her girls into a hug.

"Appa and I will bring you back something better than chocolate tonight, okay?" She kisses her daughter's cheeks and then stands up. "Be good."

"K..." The twins let out a small huff then turn to set their backpacks on the living room couch.

"Hey," Yoongi calls after them. "Where's my hug?"

You let out a snort when you see Eun-ji face her dad again, tongue sticking out. Her sister gives a similar attitude with her hands on her hips and scrunched-up face. These girls might be in elementary school now but boy, those teenage years are sure to be rocking.

"Turn." You hear Ari from across the living room. She's standing on the sofa with her small hands holding a chunk of your husband's hair.

"Like this?"

"No the other side."

With his legs crossed on the floor, Jungkook shifts his head toward your direction with widened eyes. At this point, most of his hair has been pulled back into tight braids and finished off with yellow and pink hair clips. The only section left to do now was the underside.

"How do I look?" he asks you.

"Oh, you look breathtaking honey." You feel a soft makeup brush swipe across your cheek, courtesy of Eun-ji who's decided you needed a 'makeover'. You're not sure if that means a seven year old cramped on your style or what, but either way, you're getting bronze cheeks and glittery eyeshadow.

It's only been half an hour and the twins were already making you and your husband do their utmost bidding.

"Ari honey," you coo. "You should become a hairstylist when you grow up. You're doing such a good job with Uncle Jungkook's hair."

"I know," she sasses. "I'm good at this stuff Auntie. Everyone says that I am the queen of doing hair."

You and Jungkook giggle from the small child's gumption. It's good she's confident, you mouth to your husband.

He nods back. "Eun-ji's doing a great job too. You should see the glitter she's chosen for you."

"Not yet Uncle Jungkook," Eun-ji pipes up. "She can't look yet. It's a surprise!"

"Ah okay." He throws you playful eyes, eyebrows bouncing up and down suggestively. "A surprise huh?"

You flutter your eyes closed when you see Eun-ji dab her palette and reach forward to paint the eyeshadow over your lids. "Yup." she nods her head. "I'm giving Auntie the best color ever."

"Wow I can't wait to see honey," you say. "This wouldn't happen to be your favorite color would it?"

The tease in your tone makes Eun-ji grin. Of course, you can't see it but Jungkook can and it causes him to break out into a boisterous chuckle.

"You're so cute Eun-ji," he says, clapping his hands together.

"What about me?" It's Ari's sassiness making a comeback as she pushes the final yellow clip into Jungkook's hair.

"You're cute too Ari." You reassure the child and open your lids once Eun-ji gives you the okay. Not a second following that you're thrusted forward a hand-held mirror.

"What do you think?"

You glance at yourself in the reflection, blush blue eyeshadow that covers up to your eyebrows and bronze blush. You have ruby red lipstick on as well, Eun-ji's personal favorite.

"I love it, sweetheart. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." She gathers all the makeup containers and tools she can fit in her hands before making her way to your husband. "You're turn Jungkook."

"Okay, but can I pick what color this time?" Your husband smiles at the child with mirthful eyes.

"No." She sets the make-up in front of him and pops open a bright, Barbie pink lipstick.

"Anti-ti-ti-ti fragile, fragile!"

You watch from the kitchen as the twins jump around in the living room. After your makeover, the girls felt like a karaoke session was in order. They convinced Jungkook to join them so there he is with a microphone in his hand, belting the lyric of 'Antifragile' by LE SSERAFIM.

"Come on __!" Ari calls to you, breath heavy from all the rambunctious dancing. "Sing with us!"

You laugh and whisk the bowl of flour and sugar in front of you. "No you guys keep going. I'm a little busy at the moment."

"Doing what?" She runs up to the kitchen island where you stand, trying to peek inside the bowl.

"I'm making cookies."

"Really?" She rushes to the other side of the island to pull out the stool from underneath. Once she settles herself in the chair she looks at you with eagerness. "Can we eat them?"

"Hmm..." You pretend to think. "Didn't your dad tell you no?"

"Yeah, but you always give us sweets. Even if he says we can't have them."

The child has a point.

"How about this, if you help me make these you can eat them. But you can't tell your dad okay?" Ari nods. "Good, you can stir this for me while I crack some eggs."

"Just what are you doing?" You jump when Jungkook walks up behind you. "You wouldn't be giving these sweet girls something their parents told them they could have, would you?"

"Dad will be really mad if he finds out," Eun-ji joins in on the scolding. She turns down the music from the tv and folds her arms.

"Well I–"

"If you're going behind Yoongi hyung's back you're going to need some help, honey." Jungkook slides one of the kitchen draws open and reaches to take out a small plastic bag. He throws out two brand new kid-size toothbrushes, orange and blue. "Had a feeling we'd need these tonight after seeing you stock up on all that chocolate today."

"Now girls..." He turns to look at Ari and Eun-ji who seem to be busy mixing the bowl of flour and sugar together. "Hey girls."

They lift their heads.

"Make sure to brush twice before your dad gets back. This stays our little secret, understand?"

"Okay," they say in unison.

"Thank you Kook." You lean your head against your husband's firm chest, resting for a moment. This whole situation is kind of funny if you think about it. But you really hope you don't get beef from Yoongi later.

"Anything for you," Jungkook quips and kisses your head gently.

"Ew..." You hear Ari say.

"No it's not," Eun-ji bites back. "It's romantic, like the movies."

Ari scrunches her face at her sister. "No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"Nope."

You and Jungkook wait for the two of them to simmer down but they keep going at it. Yes, no, yes, no...back and forth until one of them scoops up a handful of the flour in the bowl and tosses it at the other.

"Uh okay, no more! No more." You and Jungkook lunge forward to sweep the bowl out of their reach.

"How about you let Auntie and Uncle finish making the cookies and you two go back to karaoke?" Jungkook successfully persuades the twins and they run back into the living room in search of the next biggest hit to jam to.

You lock eyes with Jungkook now, wordless.

"Hm?" He hums at you.

"Mm." You shrug your shoulders and move towards the fridge but not before you're flicked with some of the flour yourself–your husband's hand powdery from the mixture. "Kook!"

You wipe your face, and light laughs fall from both your lips.

"Okay girls, get brushing!" Jungkook guides the twins to the bathroom. "Your parents are going to be home in fifteen minutes and that means these teeth need to smell like nothing my fresh mint." He squeezes the toothpaste on each girl's brush.

"Bursh, brush, brush," he chants and you shake your head as you wash the cookie sheet in the kitchen sink.

The twins have eaten about three cookies each and with chocolate stains all over their faces, they're going to need more than a 2-minute teeth brushing.

"Honey, I'm cracking the windows open and lighting my candles." Jungkook rushes around the house in search of his vanilla bean scents.

"I don't think that's going to take away the smell in such a short time. We should probably just take the beating Kook," you holler back.

"Oh, we're definitely getting dragged out tonight." He yanks the candle jars open and lights them. "The smell of freshly baked cookies is still too strong to hide but I'm hoping these candles will act as a distraction."

You hit your husband with the kitchen towel, the snap of it making him throw you a startled look. "Shit–do you not see the lighter in my hand?"

You roll your eyes. "Relax drama queen, you didn't have it ignited yet. Anyway, the candles aren't necessary if we're opening all the windows."

"It'll help though."

"Not really."

"Well, I think they will."

Jungkook goes back to lighting his candles and once he has the twentieth one lit, he's thoroughly pleased with himself.

As soon as the twins finish cleaning themselves up, they help scatters them throughout the house, leaving them in as many corners with surfaces as possible.

"Okay, that's it! That's the last one." Jungkook high-fives the twins and you toss the last dish in the drying rack.

"Good job team." You laugh and join them in the living room.

Eun-ji plops herself on the sofa with her backpack in her lap. "I had a lot of fun tonight."

Ari joins her on the couch with her own backpack in hand. "Me too." She pauses and then says something that you and Jungkook were very much underprepared for.

"You would make good mom and dads."

"You think so?" Jungkook shocks you by responding first.

Ari nods. "If you had kids, we could all play together. And we can have all the cookies we want because we'll be best friends. And best friends share everything!"

"So you want Auntie and I to have kids so you can keep hiding cookies from your dad?" Jungkook lunges forward to tickle the child mercilessly. "You little cookie monster!"

Ari rolls around on the couch, giggling repeatedly. You can't help but feel the thumping of your heart as you watch the scene unfold. And for the slightest moment, you imagine what it would be like with your own child.

All those thoughts are put to an abrupt end however when the doorbell rings.

Jungkook flies to the door to let Yoongi and his wife in. He flashes you a little smile before opening it, ensuring you that whatever happens he's got your back.

"Were you guys baking in here?" Are Yoongi's first words as he and the Mrs step inside the entryway of your house.

"Um, no? No, I don't think so." Jungkook feigns ignorance. "It must be coming from our neighbor's house."

With the twins home with their parents, you and Jungkook curl up together in your bed. You nuzzle your head in his inner shoulder and his arm holds around your waist.

"Those girls are a lot," Jungkook says. "But you know, I have to agree with them this time–it was kinda fun."

"Yeah?" You aimlessly trace circles on his chest.

"Still crazy, but yeah. I felt like I had a lot of good energy inside me tonight. And you know something else?" He looks down at you.

"What?"

"We'd make pretty damn good parents."

You bolt up from your reclined position the second the words drop.

"You can't keep doing this to me Jungkook," you say, your hands gripping the soft comforter. This isn't the first time he's teased you with having a baby and every time he does, you don't know what to take it as.

Is it a joke, is he serious, or just talking?

"You know how I feel and–"

"Hey." Your husband leans up to stroke your back with warm hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry honey. I don't mean to confuse you. I really am thinking about it you know? With everything that's been going on with my parents lately, I know I've been hard to pin down but I really am serious when I say we'd make good parents. Or when I say we might have a possible baby to make one day."

"Might. Could make. Maybe." You stare straight at your husband. "I know you're warming up the idea but you're still talking in such vague terms. I'm not at all trying to rush us to decide on a baby or not. But I just don't want to get a false sense of hope...that you'll say yes."

"Come here." He draws you into an embrace and kisses your cheeks, both of them. "I'm sorry for being an idiot. I admit the first few times I was more loose with what I was saying than I should have been. But I swear I, it was never my intention to be leaving you guessing. I'm so sorry."

"I just want to know what you really think Kook. So I can be sure where you're at through this whole thing. The last few days have thrown a wrench at us with all the stuff your mom's been doing. But I'd still like to be in the loop of things."

"Yes, of course. I'm going to tell you everything right now okay?" Jungkook takes a breath. "I want to give you a baby so bad and I think I'm 70 percent there. But I'm also 60% not there because I'm terribly scared that once it happens, once we have a baby...that I'll revert back to my original mindset of not wanting one."

"Kook–"

"Hold on a second."

You close your mouth and allow him to continue.

"I've already started seeing and feeling being around kids differently than before. So much so that I think we could be happy if we started a family together because I'm so happy when I'm with you. And if there's anyone I could do that with, it'd be you and only you. So yes, I want us to have a baby, as many as you want, but I want to be 100% there first."

"Okay, that's fair. I'm not going to lie that I don't feel a little out of body from what you just said. Just to clarify, you're saying yes to how many babies?" You shine your eyes at him. "You said you want to give me as many babies as I want right? How many would that be?"

"My limit is yet to be determined." He grins at you. "It seems I might need to repeat some things if all you got out of what I just said is that I'll give you as many babies as you want."

"No, actually." You grip his hand. "I heard what you said and thank you. I feel a lot better knowing your thought process through this whole thing. We both need to be 100 % in before deciding on this next step in our lives. And about you being worried that you'll revert back to not wanting children. I'm no expert but I don't think that'll be true given your recent exposure with kids has made you feel better than worse. You said it yourself–you had a lot of good energy inside you tonight."

"True. You make an excellent point there. I think I still need some more time though. I was even thinking that maybe I'll....talk to Hoseok about this."

"I'm glad to hear that Kook. Hoseok is an amazing man and I know talking to him about all this will be nothing but beneficial for you."

"Thank you for being patient with me." Jungkook pulls you both down on the mattress, closing his eyes when his head hits the pillow.

"Same to you." You snuggle back into his chest. "I really hope we can have a family together."

"Me too," you hear him mumble before you close your own eyes.

A/N: Yup I told you this would be a long one. Ty for sticking with me! Also, what do you think? Was it a first date or not? LMK your thoughts 🥰

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Professor Min

You bring dinner to your husband, knowing he hasn’t eaten all day, buried in his class’s midterm papers. What you thought would’ve been a cute little makeshift office date turns into something a bit more intense.

The only question on Yoongi’s mind… what are you willing to do to pass his class?

Yoongi x f!Reader (8,000 words, explicit, professor AU, student-teacher role play)

Parking in the lot next to the administration building, you hopped out of the car, hearing it beep as it locked. Cupping the insulated bag that held tupperware full of dinner, you walked up to the door, swiping the spare key card Yoongi kept at home. Hitting the automatic button, you slipped in as the doors opened.

Making your way down the hallway, you hummed a small tune, looking at all the closed doors and huffing. Of course your husband was the only soul in the building. Rolling your eyes, you smiled slightly as you made your way to the corner office, tapping your shoe against it and knocking.

You could hear vague complaining, Yoongi grunting as he no doubt stood up for the first time in hours. With a huff, you could hear him before he opened the door, “The building is closed, if you’d like to stop for office hours, please make an app- oh.” He looked pleasantly surprised as his gaze fell on you, a soft smile curling his lips.

Holding up your hands, you giggled softly, “I know I didn’t make an appointment, Professor, but I was hoping you could make time for me.” Your husband shook his head, laughing as he stood aside, letting you come in. “I made dinner! I know you’re working through midterm papers and all but... I got lonely, so I thought I’d bring it to you.” Your smile diminished slightly, wondering if he would be upset with you.

Yoongi liked to keep his professional life and home life separate, and you respected that. You didn’t pry into his classes unless he offered the information to you, and you never came during proper work hours. It was only because you knew the building would be closed and deserted that you even came tonight.

Yoongi sat on the couch in his office, dragging the coffee table over and motioning for you to sit down. With a delighted hum, you took a spot next to him, thighs pressed together. Unfolding the insulated bag, you laid it out and moved the containers so that both of you could eat from them. Nuzzling up close to him, you felt him sigh before he leaned over and kissed the crown of your head, “Thank you. I don’t remember when I last ate.”

You shook your head, admonishing him lightly as you grabbed a bowl, bringing it closer and feeding him a bite. You watched as he blushed, smiling as he chewed. Leaning back a bit more to rest against the couch, he wrapped one arm around your waist, looking up at you with puppy eyes. Grinning, you continued to feed him, taking a few bites yourself as he chewed thoughtfully. “How has grading been going?” Slipping him another bite, you quickly leaned down and kissed him, feeling him smile against you before you pulled away, letting him finish his mouthful.

Heaving a loud and heavy sigh, he whined as he looked up at the ceiling, “Remind me to discuss with the dean about shrinking my class size back to what it used to be a few years ago. There’s too many kids this semester. There were a few that requested special admission, so there’s even more than usual.” Sniffing, he pouted at you, opening his mouth again. You cooed softly at him, feeding him another bite and watching as his cheeks flushed as he chewed happily.

“Aw, sweetness, that's terrible. I’m sorry there’s so much work to be done. I’ll help however I can, even if it’s just to help decompress you, honey.” You grabbed the bottle of water from the table, opening it and holding it to his mouth. Trying to focus on his precious expression, and not how his throat moved with each drink, you pulled it away when he was done. “You have soju in your drawers, right? Want me to get you a glass?”

As you moved to stand, you squeaked as he grabbed your belt loop, tugging you back down and even closer to him than you were before. “No. Not right now. I just want you. And more food.” You giggled, looking at him as he stared dreamily up at you, a small smile on his kissable lips. Bending towards the table, you felt him rub your back as you grabbed the other bowl, bringing it up close and feeding him from that one, hearing him groan in satisfaction.

He was in bliss, having you for an extra visit and being pampered. He loved when you fed him, when he got to just lay back and relax. It was honestly the best way to be surprised in his office. As you fed him, he found his mind wandering further and further away, worrying less about work and more about how he wanted to go home with you. It had been a while since he got a full night’s rest.

Hearing your chopsticks scrape the bottom of the bowl, he opened his mouth, waiting for his next bite. As you gently laid it on his tongue, he hummed as he chewed softly. “I love you.” He heard you squeak softly, knowing you were blushing with a dopey smile on your face. “Thank you for coming tonight. I know I’ve been busy, you deserve more attention.” He accepted the next bite as well, not bothering to open his eyes.

You knew how he expressed his love, knowing his love language was acts of service and gift giving. Sometimes he felt guilty, knowing your love language didn’t exactly align with his, but countless times you had reassured him. You knew he loved you and that was that. Though it didn’t hurt to hear it every now and again.

Letting his legs fall open, he groaned loudly, feeling the stress and stiffness leave him slowly. He heard you set the bowl down, your body curling up next to his. Grabbing for your legs, he dragged them over his thigh, feeling your nails drift through his scalp, scratching softly and combing his hair. “You’ve really let your mane grow out, Professor. Do any of your students or colleagues think it’s too much?” He could hear the smile in your voice.

Huffing in laughter, he squeezed your thigh appreciatively. Tilting his head to be more pressed into your palms, he smiled, “Some of the students have mentioned it. Not to my face, but I hear them talk.” He snickered, hearing you huff. “None of the staff have said anything, so I’m guessing I can keep it.” Opening his eyes just a sliver, he looked at you, watching your expression.

You were trying to hold back your smile, shaking your head, “Good, I love it long. It’s so nice and soft and poofy. I love it so much.” You leaned forward, nuzzling him and sighing happily.

Yoongi smirked, licking his lips, “Plus, it’s nice for you to have something to hold onto while I’m eating you.” Laughing as you gasped loudly, he felt you slap his chest, quickly dissolving into laughter with him. “What? It’s true. Try to deny it.” Catching your wrist, he pulled you close, eyes darting to your lips with a smirk still on his own.

You felt your breath stutter in your throat, shuddering as his darkened gaze finally found yours, his smug smirk making your heart melt. Swallowing thickly, your voice was a husky whisper, “I- You said we couldn’t do anything in your office. Should we go home?” You watched, entranced as he leaned forward, biting your lip and dragging it between his teeth.

Letting go, he decided to shoot his shot at a fantasy he had been fighting down for months. Looking back into your eyes, he let his hand come up behind you, pulling your hair gently, just enough to excite you. “Ah, you can’t come home with me, that would be inappropriate. Office hours are just fine. Now tell me, do you want to pass this class?”

He felt you shiver in his grip, a soft breath hissed through your teeth. Giving you a moment, he worried that perhaps you hadn’t had the same fantasy. But sure enough, your voice was as husky as his, your lustful gaze on his, “Please, Professor Min. I really need to pass this class. I’ll do anything.” Your thighs rubbed together slightly, still propped up over his thigh.

Grinning, he used his foot to push away the table, dinner finished and just needed cleaning up. Once it was far enough away he didn’t need to worry about any spillage, he grabbed your leg, dragging you to sit on his lap, straddling him. Leaning back against the couch, he rested his hands behind his head, smirking, “Then show me how bad you need this grade.”

You swallowed thickly, licking your lips as you looked up at him. Leaning forward towards him, you dragged your fingers through his hair, tilting his head back and hovering your lips just over his, “Is this okay? Can I touch you, Professor?” He bit his lip to keep from grinning, instead just nodding and trying to look casual.

You made quick work of the space between you, crowding him and pressing your body against his, kissing him softly. His hands stayed behind his head, letting you do the work. You pulled back slightly, panting softly, “I’ve never done this with one of my professors before. Are you sure this is allowed?” Groaning at your innocent tone, he felt his cock get hard in his dress pants.

Letting one hand come up to your head again, he pulled your hair harder, hearing you whimper, “Do you want this grade or not?” Listening as you panted, he nodded your head for you, “Use your words, otherwise I’ll have to give that mouth something else to do.” He felt your thighs squeeze his hips, unable to keep the smirk off his face, knowing you were just as into the fantasy as he was. Of course he’d never do something with a student - he was far too obsessed and possessive of you - but having you in his office calling him Professor and bending to his will? He would gladly take it.

Panting, you tugged against his hand, whimpering when he didn’t let go, “Yoongi~” Crying out, you felt him pull harder, “P-Professor Min! Please, please can I kiss you? I promise I’ll make you feel good.” He groaned at your voice, head falling back against the couch. Letting go of your hair, he rested his palms on your thighs, giving you a sultry look and licking his lips slowly.

You bit your cheek to keep from grinning and jumping on him, trying to remember your role as a desperate student, but nervous to be with her teacher. Slowly, you leaned down, brushing a fingertip over one of his lips, biting your lip and smiling as he bit it softly, running his tongue over it. You could see the delight dancing in his eyes, both of you struggling to remain in character.

Swallowing, you puffed air over his face, falling back into your role and ghosting your lips over his. Feeling his grip on your thighs tighten, you pulled back, “Professor, please tell me what you want.” You pressed your forehead on his, your face flushed, “I’ve never done this before... I’m sorry I’m not experienced, but I promise I can satisfy you, anything for this grade, please Professor Min.”

He groaned loudly, dragging you almost imperceptibly closer to his body, “Such a bold little student I have. A cute little virgin willing to please her Professor for a passing grade?” He leaned forward a bit, biting your lip, “Then let me show you how to please a real man. I’m sure whatever guy you date will be happy you had such an experienced man teach you everything you need to know.” You grinned against his lips before he pressed his to yours, tongue swiping over your lip eagerly.

You fought the urge to let him in immediately, instead keeping your mouth closed and pulling back a bit, “What? I don’t get it, what do you want me to do?” You felt him growl against you, hands tightening in your hair and on your thigh, grip bruising as he shoved his mouth against yours and pressing his tongue into your mouth.

Unable to help yourself, you moaned hotly, legs falling wider apart in his lap as he ravaged your mouth. It was nearly intoxicating, feeling him kiss you so intensely after almost a week long dry spell. He was nothing if not devoted to his work, but right now, in this fantasy, you were his work. And you knew you’d get the same treatment as the papers on his desk.

His tongue licked all over your mouth, petting your own, tracing your teeth, and licking your cheeks. Pulling away, both of you panted, his eyes dark as they raked over your face. You couldn’t help but touch your lips with your fingertips with a dazed expression. Yoongi grinned, leaning forward and brushing his lips over the shell of your ear, “Never thought I’d get to break in a virgin again.” Licking you slightly, he felt your legs squeeze him.

The two of you were high school sweethearts, learning everything about pleasure together. He had been your first and you had been his. Him using the term ‘break in’ almost had you in a giggling fit, knowing all your first times had been bashful and blushy, and most certainly steeped in love. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you dragged your fingers through his hair, “Please be gentle, Professor.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but grin, leaning back and biting your bottom lip, eyes a bit wild. It seemed as if the nearly week long dry spell had him overly excited, plus the fantasy in his office so late at night. Letting go of your lip, he heard you whimper, “Gentle? You said you’d do anything to please me. Gentle isn’t something that pleases me, so I hope you don’t have some delusion that you’re walking out of here tonight after some lovey dovey touching. I’m going to break you.”

He watched as you whimpered, wiggling in his lap. He knew you wouldn’t be able to feel much relief through your jeans, but part of him loved it. He still felt good guiding your hips against his hard cock, moaning at the feeling. Your hands gripped his shoulders, your flushed cheeks making his heart beat just a bit faster. Licking his lips, he nudged your nose with his, coaxing you into another kiss, shoving his tongue back into your mouth.

You moaned against him, pulling him tighter against you and sighing. Playing with his tongue, yours pet his as he pressed against you. His hands drifted down, cupping your ass and squeezing, listening as you moaned into his mouth. Dragging your hands through his hair, you bucked your hips against his, desperate to feel his touch.

He pulled away from you, immediately nibbling and sucking your throat where he could reach. Your brows pinched up, sighing and gasping as you bit you. You knew you’d have fresh marks to hide at work, but you loved it. You loved getting up in the morning and seeing all the new bites, marks, and bruises he left on your body.

Grinding against him, you keened as he bit your throat, “P-Professor, please let me touch you.” He pulled away, his lips resting against your tender skin as he hummed thoughtfully.

Dragging his hands around to rest on your thighs, he slapped you playfully then squeezed tight. “Strip.” He sat back, pushing your knees and closing his legs so you could stand easier. Resting his hands behind his head again he licked his lips languidly. “And do it slowly. Give me a show, won’t you?” You bit your lip, whining in the back of your throat.

Stepping back a bit, you tossed up a finger, silently telling him to wait a moment. He watched you curiously as you packed up the bowls quickly, securing them back into the bag and placing it on the floor next to the door, which you then locked. Scampering back to stand in front of him, you slapped his knee as he giggled at you. Taking a deep breath you slapped your cheeks, trying to get back into character. Pouting, you pursed your lips at him, “Tell me to strip again, now I’m just excited!” You laughed together, Yoongi shaking his head.

Sitting up, he ruffled his hair, pulling it back into a ponytail before letting it cascade down his shoulders again. Looking up at you, he smirked as your eyes followed his hair. Settling back into the couch, he cleared his throat, getting your attention again, but snapping his fingers for good measure, watching as you blushed, knowing he only did it when he wanted you to get on your knees for him. “Eyes on me. Now strip down before I do it for you. And I won’t be nice about it.”

You whimpered, falling back into character and feeling your panties get wetter at his almost disinterested expression, yet his dark eyes stayed fixated on you. Playing with the hem of your sweater, you slowly tugged it up and over your head. Tossing it towards the door, you bit your lip, tracing the cups of your bra and shifting from foot to foot. “I said strip. Take it all off.” Moaning at his authoritative tone, you reached behind you, unclasping your bra and slowly dragging it down.

Looking away, you tried to look bashful as you covered your chest, one arm across them as you tossed your bra away. Yoongi groaned lowly, “Don’t hide yourself from me. If I have to get up, it’ll be a lot rougher for you tonight.” He pawed at his trousers lightly, trying to give himself any sort of friction. He saw you smile faintly, knowing you were hoping he would get up. Rolling his eyes he smiled, winking, “I’ll be rough no matter what. Now finish.”

Swallowing thickly, you let your arms fall to your side, heavy breasts exposed to Yoongi’s hungry gaze. Dragging his eyes over you, he felt drool pool in his mouth. Groaning, he adjusted his hips, eager to have you touch him once you were nude before him.

Watching you unbutton your jeans, you wiggled out of them slowly, dragging them over your thick thighs. Snapping his fingers again, you blushed as you looked up from where you were bent slightly. “Turn around. I wanna see that cute, tight ass as you bend over for me.” Standing back up, you blushed hotly, turning around and slapping your cheeks slightly, feeling yourself blush hotly.

Swallowing, you resumed your actions, thankful you wore cute panties. Once you got your jeans down to your ankles, you tugged them fully off, staying bent at the waist. Looking at Yoongi from down by your knees, your hair falling around you, you whimpered, “Do you want me to take my panties off, too, Professor Min?” He growled, eyes raking over your body that he could see.

“Yes. Good girl for asking.” You turned away from him, stomping your feet excitedly from his gravelly praise. Clearing your throat slightly, you slowly dragged your panties down. Stepping out of them slowly, you couldn’t help but blush, feeling bashful all of a sudden. Just as you tossed them away, you heard a camera shutter.

Gasping, you stood and whipped around, blushing as you saw Yoongi biting his lip and zooming in on his screen. “Yoongi-yah!” You couldn’t help but squeal as you covered your cheeks, stomping your feet and laughing. He laughed with you, tucking his phone away and shaking his head. Winking at you, he licked his lips, crooking his finger and enticing you closer.

Once you were in front of him, he sighed and tucked his hands behind his head. Nodding down towards his pants, he looked back up at you, quirking a brow as if to ask why you hadn’t already stripped him. Lowering yourself to your knees, you whispered for him to hold on as you crawled away to grab your sweater. Folding it and placing it under your knees, you looked back up at him, blushing at his love struck look.

Coughing to cover your smile, you kissed his knee softly, “Can I take your clothes off too, Professor Min?” Making your eyes big and round, you looked up at him from under your lashes, humming quietly.

Yoongi smirked, dragging a hand through his hair as he lifted his hips slightly, “No. All you need is my cock. Afterall, I’m not the one who needs to pass, am I?” You whimpered at his tone, hands sliding up his thighs to undo his trousers and dragging them down, along with his boxer briefs.

Groaning loudly as his cock was finally freed, he sat back down on the couch. Licking his lips, he watched as you tugged his pants to his knees and down a bit, letting you get a bit closer between his legs. Though he noticed you didn’t look directly at him, smirking as he remembered you were playing a virginal student.

He brought his hand down, dragging it through your hair before he grabbed it and made you look at his thick shaft, hearing you whimper, “What’s the matter? Never seen such a big cock before?” He pulled harder, hearing you gasp and moan loudly, your nails biting into his bare thighs where your hands rested on them. “Don’t worry about looking so much, I guess. I’ll be inside your mouth in just a moment anyways.”

Swallowing thickly, you panted slightly, “Professor Min, I’ve never- please-” He watched as your chest rose and fell with each breath.

Pulling you closer, he used his other hand to hold his cock to your mouth, coating your lips in his pre-cum before slapping them with it, “Please what? A girl like you hasn’t ever sucked a guy off before?” He scoffed, slapping your cheek next with his shaft, groaning tightly, “Want me to be gentle? Is that what you want? Too bad, baby. I’m not in the mood to pamper such a pure princess tonight.”

You moaned, licking your lips and opening your mouth, too excited to banter with him. You looked up at him, admiring his handsome face as he smirked down at you. Sighing, you felt his cock on your tongue, his hand loosening up in your hair as you slowly started to suck the tip. Looking up at him, you sighed as your hands drifted closer to your mouth, petting his strong thighs.

Swirling your tongue around him, you hummed softly. Yoongi’s head was tilted back, sighing and moaning as you pleasured him, mind in a haze after not feeling your touch in days. Smiling slightly, you took him deeper, feeling his hand in your hair go limp and rest there. Swallowing thickly, you took a deep breath before sinking as far as you could, petting his hard shaft with your delicate tongue.

Moaning around him, you heard him gasp, hips bucking up into your mouth. Scrunching your nose slightly, you slowly pulled back up, lavishing his tip and sucking him tightly. Becoming aware of his surroundings once more, he tipped his head back up, hand petting your hair and pulling it back into a ponytail before wrapping it around his fist, “P-Pretty talented for a virgin. You sure this is your first time with a cock in your mouth, baby?”

You hummed, smiling around him and not bothering to answer him, just looking up at him with flushed cheeks and slipping deeper. He moaned tightly as he felt himself hit the back of your throat, sighing as you dragged your head back up. Popping off him, you used your hand to stroke him as you kissed and licked his package.

“It’s my first time, but my friends have told me all about when they do it... Is it good? I just wanna make you feel good, Professor Min.” You tried to pitch your voice, sounding desperate as you licked back up his shaft from base to tip. As you flicked your tongue over his slit, he shivered, pulling your hair slightly. “Am I doing a good job, Professor? Please tell me what you want me to do.”

Gritting his teeth, he pushed your head down on him, “Be a good girl and take it all, want you to swallow my cock and take every load I give you.” You moaned around him, rubbing your wet thighs together. He gave you a second to catch your breath before taking a deep one. Once you squeezed his thigh lightly, he shoved you the rest of the way down his shaft, feeling himself inside your hot, tight throat.

Moaning loudly, his voice was rough as he slowly fucked your mouth. Dragging you by your hair, he bucked his hips as well, moaning as your tongue pressed against him, feeling you swallow around him. Tugging you up, you popped off him, panting and catching your breath. “Fuck... Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum too fast.” He panted, hazy eyes looking down at you between his legs, your lips shining.

You bit your lip, smile threatening to break your cheeks. You felt his words stroke your ego, knowing you could make one of the most severe professors in the entire department fall apart with just your mouth. Sighing, you tapped his thigh looking back up at him through your lashes, “It’s okay, Professor Min. I want you to- to finish in my mouth. Please.”

He smirked, guiding you back to his cock, sighing as your hand held and massaged his heavy package. “Aw, can’t say ‘cum’, baby girl?” He pulled your hair, stopping you just as you kissed the tip of his shaft, “Beg me for it, baby. Be a good girl and beg me to blow my load down your throat. Tell me how bad you wanna swallow my cum.”

You whined, pulling against his hand slightly just for him to pull harder. “Please, Y- Professor Min! Please cum in my mouth, I wanna taste you, please!” Groaning as you keened, he shoved you down halfway, growling as he felt your breath puff across his bush. Once you had a deep enough breath, you tapped his thigh softly. Roughly, he shoved you down the rest of his shaft, your nose against his coarse, dark curls.

Gagging slightly, you relaxed your throat, taking a few calming breaths and swallowing around him. Looking up, you felt tears gather on your lash line, tapping his thigh softly again. Clenching his other hand into a fist, he tightened his hold in your hair and resumed fucking your mouth. Panting, he bucked his hips, moaning as your tongue dragged against him.

Arching his back, his head fell against the couch, chest heaving with every breath, “Fuck, fuck! Baby, fuck! Gonna cum, be a good girl and swallow it, it’s all for you, fuck!” Arching, he held your face down, cock throbbing and pulsing in your throat as you felt him blow his load, filling your belly. Swallowing around him, you wiggled your face, causing him to keen as his hips stuttered, emptying himself into your tummy.

Panting for breath, he loosened his hand, letting you press your palms against his thighs as you slowly lifted yourself off of him. With a wet pop, you gasped for air, coughing slightly as his messy cock fell against his lower belly, happy trail getting covered in your drool and his cum.

Wiping at your lips, you licked any stray amounts of his cum from your fingertips, smiling happily to yourself and leaning forward, licking him softly and swallowing any that you missed on him. Finishing your clean up, you wiggled up next to him on the couch, holding him to your bare chest.

Feeling him pant against you, you brushed his sweaty hair from his forehead, kissing the crown of his head softly and whispering sweet nothings. Nuzzling against him, you hummed happily. Slowly, he could feel himself again, fingers twitching and brows furrowing. “It’s been too long obviously... Even just a few days and you suck me off once and I’m like a spent teenager again.”

You giggled, kissing his forehead and cheeks. Slowly, his eyes focused on you again, hands coming up and squishing your cheeks. Kissing his nose, you sighed happily, “Are you done for the night? I can pack up your papers and drive us home. I’ll bring you back Monday morning.” It didn’t pass him by how you were basically saying he would spend the weekend at home, but he loved it. Loved when you took charge and directed him exactly where you wanted him to be, knowing he was a bit of a workaholic.

Licking his lips, he leaned down, kissing the swell of your breasts, “Later. I’m not done with you yet.” He felt you shudder, smiling against him. He knew you were far from satisfied, especially since it had been so long. “You haven’t done enough to earn that grade. You think swallowing my cock is it? My class is much too difficult to equate to such a miniscule one time thing.” He looked up at you through his lashes, smirking as he saw your blush.

Moving to straddle him, you set your hands on his shoulders, looking at him intently, “Yes, sir. Whatever else you want, I’ll do it. I’ll keep your cock in my mouth for the rest of the semester if it’ll help keep you generous with my scores.” His head fell back, eyes closing and groaning loudly. You couldn’t help but giggle, covering your mouth and trying to stay in character.

His hands rested atop your thighs, squeezing. “Whatever else I want?” He hummed thoughtfully, slowly pushing you off his lap. Leaning over to his coat rack, he heard you giggle behind him, shaking his head as his trousers were around his ankles. Finally just kicking off one of his shoes, he stepped out of one leg, waddling to grab his sweater and waddling back, cock semi hard and slapping against his thighs softly.

Shaking his head, he stuck his tongue out at you before bending and grabbing the sweater you had been kneeling on. Spreading both of them out on his couch, he held your hands as he gently spread you out over them, making sure your bare body and face weren’t touching the cushions. He shuddered to even consider how many people had sat on this couch over the years.

Making sure his sweater came up just under your ass, to catch any stray spillage afterwards, he knelt between your legs, spreading them wide on either side of him. Groaning as he saw your perfectly wet cunt, he nipped the inside of your calf, which was resting against his still clothed chest.

You couldn’t help but giggle, covering your face. Quickly fanning yourself, you cleared your throat, looking up at him with a timid expression, “Professor?” Your breathless tone had him groaning low and gravelly. Stroking his cock, he slapped it against your lower belly, resting it on you so you can feel how thick and big he was.

Shivering, you felt yourself clench, desperately wanting him inside you. His rough voice pulled you from your thoughts, making you wetter. “Think you can take me? Look how big my cock is, baby. A sweet virgin like you? I’ll break you in half.” You couldn’t help but think back to the first time the two of you had gone all the way, even if he hadn’t completely finished growing up, it had been a tight fit.

Blushing, you bit your lip, hand tentatively reaching down and stroking him, biting back your moan. “I can take it, Professor Min. Please, just give me a chance.” You couldn’t help the excitement in your voice, hips wiggling subtly in Yoongi’s grip. You knew he noticed, but he was able to stay in character, looking down at you with a vaguely cold look, not quite able to pull it off when it was his gorgeous wife splayed out under him.

Licking his lips slowly, he smirked as you watched the action closely. Settling your legs against his chest, he groaned as he dragged his cock along your soaked slit, watching you shiver with anticipation. “Gonna take you hard and rough. Think you can handle it, princess?” He watched as you covered your mouth, watching your eyes crinkle and knowing you were smiling.

Taking a deep breath, you dropped your hands, nodding with an apprehensive expression, “Yes, I can take it, please, Professor, just take me.” Groaning harshly, he made sure the tip of his cock slipped inside before anchoring both palms on either side of your head. With a cocky smirk and dark eyes looking down at you, you couldn’t help but bite your lip, squealing as he shoved himself fully inside you.

Your hands wrapped around his wrists above you, legs shaking as he sat fully sheathed inside your tight cunt. Moaning loudly, you squeezed him tightly, hearing him moan roughly, “Fuck, you’re so tight. You really are a virgin, aren’t you, princess? Fuck, taking my cock so well, don’t think I’ll be able to hold back from breaking this pretty cunt of yours.” He grinned down at you, watching as you smiled dazedly.

Pulling himself back, he bucked back into you, starting up a rough pace. Each time he pounded back into you had you gasping, moaning his name and keening sharply. Soon, you had your hands clasped over your mouth, watching as Yoongi bit his lip, trying to keep himself quiet as well, just in case anyone was in the building for whatever reason.

Gasping behind your palms, you arched your back, “Yoongi! Please! I- ahh! P-Professor, I can’t! Please, please touch me~” Your brows knit up, moaning lasciviously, watching as he licked his lips and grinned. Moving his weight to one hand, he brought his other down, playing with your clit. Immediately curling forward, you cried out behind both hands, voice reaching your husband as easily as if you were screaming.

Sitting back on his heels, he dragged your hips up and closer, fingers playing expertly with your clit as you matched his pace easily, knowing all his moves. You arched against the couch, head falling to the side as you lost yourself in his pleasure. His cock stroked you perfectly, and in this angle made easy work of your gspot. Gasping against your palms, you felt your eyes water, your climax rushing down your spine.

Yoongi could feel your thighs quaking where they rested on his arms, having slipped from his shoulders. Maintaining his pace, he kept his hips bucking into you, readjusting his hand that was playing with your clit to also press down on your lower belly, making sure his cock was pounding your sweet spot over and over.

He heard you scream behind your hands, nails biting into your cheeks as you writhed under him. He couldn’t help but grin, teeth shining in the light as he panted, “That’s it baby, cum for me. Wanna feel you cum on my cock, pretty girl, I know you can. C’mon, good girl, just like that.” He watched as your chest darkened, body flushing as you keened under your palms.

Shuddering as he felt your cunt squeeze him, he imagined if anyone else were in the building, how they’d know how good he fucked you. He was sure none of them would be able to look him in the eye after. Not that many did anyways, he was aware of his effect on other people, after all you made sure to remind him every moment how ethereal he was.

Licking his lips, eased his hand up, gently circling your clit with feather light touches. Soon, your body quit trembling, your husband cooing softly to you as your eyes fluttered open again. Looking at him, you pulled your hands away to speak before crying out loudly, feeling him buck against you. “Y-You didn’t finish, baby?” You whimpered as he took his spot back above you, anchoring his palms on either side of your head, grin on his lips.

Leaning down, he caught you in a kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth as he began pounding you fast and hard. You reached up, grabbing his hair and crying out loudly. Trying to pull away, he followed you down, body flush to your sweaty one as he fucked you fast. The way he pet your mouth with his tongue was a sharp contrast to how he pounded you, cock making you feel dumb and dazed.

You moaned hotly against him, hands pulling his hair as you keened, drooling on his tongue. His hands moved from your shoulders to hold your legs up and wider open, bruising his hips against yours. With a gasp, he pulled away from you, panting heavily as he watched you drool under him, breasts bouncing and expression blissed out.

Grinning, he leaned down, biting your chest and leaving marks all over you. Feeling your thighs shake against his palms, he bit you harder, feeling his own climax approaching. “Yoongi~” His name was hoarse as you whispered it, eyes fluttering. You whimpered as he fucked you, pulling his face flush to your bouncing chest, heart pounding.

He groaned your name, drooling onto your bruised breasts, hips stuttering, “Fuck, fuck- cum for me, baby, one more time, fuck-! I know you can- ahh!” His breath stuttered in his lungs, shoving one hand down and grinding his fingers roughly against your clit, feeling you immediately squeeze around him.

Gasping, he shouted, cursing as he finished inside, listening as you moaned loudly as his fingers got you off after. Growling in his chest, he couldn’t help but glare down at you, lustful gaze intense as you whimpered. Pulling himself free, you cried out at the loss, feeling his cum spill from you.

However, he easily slipped his digits inside you, panting heavily as he pushed his cum back inside. Not stopping there, he felt for your gspot and quickly began pounding it just as hard as he was fucking you, determined to make you squirt on him. Crying out, you covered your mouth again, tears slipping past your lashes.

Trying to close your legs, you keened as he kept them forced open, spreading his own legs and keeping yours pried open. Licking his lips, he leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, watching your dazed expression, “C’mon, squirt for me. Be a good girl and squirt all over my hands.” Screaming behind your palms, you whipped your head to the side, body quaking with effort and pleasure.

He felt your cunt squeeze him, your mixed cum covering his hands and wrist and he pounded you hard. It didn’t take much more until you were arching, gushing all over his hands and making him moan, the filthy sound echoing in your otherwise empty head. Collapsing against the couch, you gasped for air, swallowing your mouthfuls of drool.

Feeling boneless, you let Yoongi move about his office as you blinked owlishly at the ceiling, unaware of mostly everything around you. Soon, you felt something soft between your thighs, petting your sensitive skin gingerly. You then saw Yoongi in your line of vision, blinking up at him as he smiled gently. Closing your eyes, you felt him kiss you softly, scattering them over your face, neck, and chest.

You tried to lift your arms up to hold him against you, but he slipped through your fingers relatively easily, not as though you were moving very fast. You heard rustling as you slowly came back into your body, wiggling your toes and fingers.

Before you could sit up, you felt Yoongi sit above your head, slowly dragging you across the sweaters on the couch to rest you on his lap. Kissing your forehead, he leaned back, letting you rest on his chest. Licking your lips, you coughed slightly before smiling, “So, do I get that passing grade, Professor Min?”

You felt his chest rattle with laughter, kisses being peppered all atop your head. Shaking his head, he pet you softly, “You do. You did a great job. Maybe I should have you stop by more often outside of office hours... You wouldn’t believe what a stress reliever this has been.” You laughed softly along with him, gently being lulled to sleep by the soft sounds in his chest.

Holding you for a bit longer, Yoongi basked in the afterglow of your intimacy. He felt especially relaxed, chalking it up to the fact he was incredibly pent up, not to mention how hot the little roleplaying act had been for him. Once he got all the feeling back in his legs, he wiggled you off his lap, sitting you back across the couch so you were sitting on his sweater.

It wasn’t so cold outside that he’d freeze without it, knowing all you had to wear really was your sweater. Gathering up your clothes, he stuffed your panties into his pocket. Wiggling your jeans up your legs, he left them unbuttoned. Shoving your bra into his briefcase, he also just tossed your sweater on.

Gathering all his papers, he stared at them before leaving them on his desk, instead just grabbing his over the shoulder bag, transferring your bra and panties to it, tying the dinner bag to it with his tie, and then shuffled you to the side of the couch, shoving his very soiled sweater into his bag as well, shuddering at the heady scent of it.

Fishing out your keys from your purse, he then sat between your legs, hefting you up onto his back. Carrying you carefully out of his office, he locked his door and made his way back down the deserted hallways, motion sensored lights turning on as he passed by them. Shivering as he stepped out into the evening, he quickly found himself missing the warmth of your body around his.

Clicking the unlock button on the fob, he tossed your purse in the back seat before laying you down. Weaseling a seatbelt around your waist without cutting you in half, he dumped his other two bags on the floor, closing the door softly behind you.

Sitting in the front, he adjusted the seat and mirrors before turning the car on, immediately turning the music off where he knew it would be loud. Sighing contentedly, he began driving the two of you home - not living that far from the university. Winding down university streets out onto the main roads, then down some residential streets, it wasn’t long until he was hitting the button for the garage. Parking the car, he grabbed the bags first, tossing them on the table inside before carefully extracting you.

Carrying you into the house and to the bedroom, he laid you down onto the bed, tugging off your clothes easily and tossing a stray blanket over you. Heading into the bathroom, he lit a few candles and started to fill up the tub, sprinkling relaxing bath salts into the water and stirring them around.

Once he was sure everything was alright, he went back into your shared bedroom, the lights off. Giggling, he saw where you had wrapped yourself up into the blanket. Crawling in behind you, he hugged you to his chest, forgetting to strip himself down. Sighing heavily, he kissed the back of your neck, “Are you awake? I have a bath running for us.”

That seemed to wake you up as you grumbled next to him. Soon, you were eagerly crawling out from under the blanket, eyes half open as you tugged at his hand, “Bath~ Yoongi-yah, c’mon~” He laughed as he let you tug him up, stripping himself down as you walked him to the bathroom. Kicking off his pants, he almost tripped, grabbing you around the waist and listening as you shouted and braced the two of you against the counter.

Laughing softly together, you felt him gather you up into his arms, smiling down at you. You sighed contentedly, leaning up and kissing him softly, whispering your love to him. Noticing the bathtub was full enough. You bent over to turn it off, shouting as Yoongi smacked your ass lightly.

Shaking your head, you stuck your tongue out and stepped into the bath. He wasn’t far behind you, slipping in and scooting to sit directly behind you. Wrapping his arms around you, he rested his face in your neck, yawning. “So tired...” You laughed, bringing a wet hand up to pet his hair, shouting as he shook it out like a dog.

Coaxing him into laying back, you rested against his chest. “Let’s relax for a bit, then I’ll clean us up so we can go to sleep, okay?” He nodded lethargically behind you, already drifting off in a nap. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, cooing back to him and calling him your kitty cat.

Letting him drift off to sleep, you slowly began to wash your body off. Turning in Yoongi’s lap, you gently washed his body as well. Biting your lip, you couldn’t help but smile as you gently cleaned him below the belt, giggling quietly as his soft delicate skin filled your hands. You heard him huff, looking up at him and finding him staring at you.

Looking away, you hummed innocently, continuing to clean him as he shook his head, laughing silently and easily falling back to sleep as you moved and massaged his thighs. Nudging him delicately, you slipped behind him, taking time to massage his neck and shoulders, hearing him groan and moan loudly at your firm but gentle touches.

Once you finished lavishing your husband in loving touches, you leaned around, emptying the tub. Grabbing the cup you kept by the bath, you turned the faucet on, filling it up and dumping the water over the newly exposed parts of your bodies, not wanting to bother with getting into the shower.

Humming softly, you rinsed Yoongi off, cooing softly to him and whispering sweet nothings. Soon enough, the tub was drained and the two of you had been rinsed off. You made sure he wouldn’t slip over the tub as you got out and grabbed your towels. Ruffling his hair, you whispered softly to him, “Baby, it’s time to get up. Bedtime~” He groaned at your words, but moved nonetheless.

He held his arms and legs out and up as you asked him, kneeling down and drying him off. Kissing his belly, you heard him giggle softly, covering where you had kissed with his hand and blushing.

Padding quietly back into the bedroom, you turned down his covers, helping him in bed and watching him sink into the pillow and sheets. Giggling, you pulled the comforter back up, tucking him in with a kiss to his forehead, cheeks, then soft lips. Scampering to your side of the bed, you slipped in as well, quickly wiggling to your husband and laying softly against him.

Kissing his shoulder, you smiled contentedly, “I love you, Yoongi.” He hummed in response, half asleep, and wrapped himself around you. Holding his head to your chest, you sighed happily, feeling yourself fall asleep completely for the night, knowing you had all weekend to spend with your beloved.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #min Yoongi #bts x reader #BTS fanfic #steven speaks

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❝ teacher's pet ❞ — JJK

— SUMMARY: ❝ Jungkook was tired of having all his musical talent neglected by the substitute professor of college. ❞

— PAIRING: undergraduate!Jungkook x music professor!female reader

— TYPE: smut, mild dark | college!au

— WORD COUNT: 564

— WARNINGS: College student x Substitute professor, piano classes, age gap, MILF!reader, slightly Yandere!reader, mention of squirting, Open Ending, fingering, oral (female receiving), degradation kink, screaming and swearing, undergraduate!Yoongi mentioned, Inspired by Teacher's Pet (Melanie Martinez)

— NOTES¹: Jungkook's new CK videos and photos inspired me a lot hahaha

— NOTES²: If you don't like the "Professor x Undergraduate Student (legal age, of course)" dynamics, don't read this. Nothing here involves any non-consensual act, but I just wouldn't recommend it for anyone who has triggers due the trope.

— NOTES³: Maybeee if you like it, I can turn this oneshot into a series...

— RELEASE DATE: February 17, 2024

— CROSSPOSTING: ao3

"That's the most tasty wet pussy I have ever tasted. I should have fucked you a long time ago." Jungkook hummed as he removed his lips from your swollen bud for a few seconds. The glow of your recent orgasm dripping down his chin and wetting his silver chain and the exposed skin of his pecs, due to the open buttons on his shirt. “You wanna squirt again?”

Immediately, you shook your head, a sad pout forming on your lips when Jungkook let out a chuckle. "Please, Kookie. Make me cum."

"You're nothing but a pathetic little cumslut, aren't you, Professor?" He mocked once again, ignoring your whimpers and getting up from the chair where he was sitting. He moved even closer to the piano lid where you were with your body on top and our legs spread wide, ready to take whatever Jungkook wanted to give you.

With the unexpected approach of his face, you moaned when you noticed his height towering over your fragile body, still shaking from your last orgasm.

Everything about Jungkook exuded an almost inhuman sensuality. The sweetness of his angelic features practically didn't match the sinful abilities that those long fingers and that soft tongue gave you. The pure and innocent smile he always gave you during the last few days had been a sick paradox in the face of the sensation of his teeth nibbling at your sensitive clit until your aching pussy began to squirt over your own piano keys.

"I'm your most exemplary student, but you never gave me the recognition I deserve. You're always choosing Min Yoongi..." Jungkook tilted his head to the side and frowned, his face taking on an fake sadness expression.

You let out a little scream when the warmth of his fingertips touched your clit again in an almost messy but intense manner, taking turns between the five fingers. Strumming you like a fucking piano. Like the fucking piano you were sitting at.

"Kookie..." You gasped as you felt him increase the pressure of his touches. "I'm so—"

Before your apology came to an end, Jungkook grabbed your neck with his free tattooed hand, squeezing it and preventing air from entering your lungs.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" His scream echoed through the empty room, his angry face now frighteningly close to yours. "Fucking stupid bitch, you really think I don't know that Yoongi always fucks you before classes? You really think I don't know that almost all of your best students have eating your dirty pussy at least once?"

You wanted to deny his accusations, lie to him again and say that you had never slept with any of his classmates. You really wanted to keep up your innocent professor facade for at least just a few more weeks.

However, it would be impossible for you trying to resist Jeon Jungkook. From the moment you first laid eyes on that pretty face. From the moment he joined your music classes. You knew you needed Jungkook so bad. You knew you needed to tease him and neglect his talent until he was over the edge. Until his arrogance spoke louder than all morality.

"Now I'm going to fuck you so hard until that piano breaks. I'm going to make you cum so many times that everyone in this fucking college will hear you moaning like the stupid disgusting whore you are."

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The Way Of A Criminal: Chapter 2

Genre: Mafia!AU, Criminal!AU, Angst, Romance

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Your father was a stranger, you never knew who he was and what he did. But one day, someone knocks on your door, informing you of his passing. Now, you learn more about him, his life and the legacy you are expected to continue with the help of his 7 executives.

Story warning(s): This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed/gore, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking and gambling. This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. Please read at your own discretion.

After spending the whole day at home yesterday, except leaving to get groceries for the house, you thought you would feel more refreshed. But whether you liked it or not, your father’s letter stayed on your mind. There were many questions that were unanswered.

“Hey! Watch it!” Someone yelled out to you as you accidentally bumped shoulders with them, too deep in thought.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, continuing your way to your locker. University was just university to you. It wasn’t a fancy private academy or the top campus, you just wanted to graduate with your degree and find a job.

You didn’t have a major yet. Your university allowed students to study common modules in the first year if you couldn’t decide on a major. But you needed to choose one in the second year.

“(y/n) sshi. Welcome back. My deepest condolences.” The professor greeted you as you entered the classroom.

“Thank you, professor.” You bowed your head before going to your seat.

“Hey, (y/n), I kept your homework for you.” Your good friend, Wonwoo, pulled out the chair to sit with you. Unlike you, Wonwoo had chosen his major when applying for university. He majored in Music.

“Thanks, Wonwoo. You’re a lifesaver.” You smiled, briefly flipping through the notes and homework that you’ve missed.

“So, what happened? I thought you didn’t have a dad. Then all of a sudden, you’re at his funeral?” Wonwoo asked. You scratched your head, not really sure where to begin.

“Honestly, the past few days have been rough. Suddenly I get news from a stranger that the man, who is also my father, passed away. I was expected to be the chief mourner since I am apparently his only blood related child. I don’t really know how to feel, he’s a stranger, I barely know his name and face. Is it bad that I don’t feel the grief?” You sighed.

“Like you said, he’s a stranger. You’re not expected to mourn over someone you don’t know. Don’t worry about it.” He smiled softly, patting your head.

“Everyone that came to the funeral told me what a great man my father was. Remembering what my mother went through alone, I didn’t think he was that great.” You said sourly.

“Has he not tried to reach out all those years?”

“Not at all, no phone call, nothing. From the letter he left me, he probably didn’t even know my mother died.” You shrugged.

You were grateful to have Wonwoo. You have known him since high school. Back then, you didn’t think having friends was important so you kept to yourself. But if you didn’t have him to talk to, you didn’t know what you would do.

“Don’t bottle it all up, okay? You know you don’t have to shoulder it all on your own.” He comforted.

“Hopefully this was just a one time thing and I don’t have to be involved with anything related to my father again. It’s too much for me to accept a parent at this age and only after his death. I wish for him to still remain the stranger he always was.” You rubbed your temples.

“Alright, with most of you here, let’s begin class.” The professor spoke.

After class, you and Wonwoo had lunch together before he had to go for music class and you had mandatory session with the guidance counsellor about choosing your major.

“Good afternoon, Mrs Lee.” You greeted as you entered the small room. Mrs Lee smiled and stood up to get you from the door.

“Hi, (y/n). How have you been?”

“I’ve been okay. If you’re specifically referring to the passing of my father, I am okay about that too.” You cleared your throat, sitting down. She awkwardly nodded her head and sat down opposite you, pulling your file out.

“Now, since we last spoke, have you explored more about what major you would want to take?” She asked.

“Kind of? I have been narrowing down my choices.” You rubbed the back of your neck in embarrassment but she had an encouraging smile all the way.

“Playing to my strengths of learning foreign languages, I was thinking linguistics and language major. But I did consider biology, as well.” You began to list out all your options and the reasons.

“It’s good that you have narrowed down your options, (y/n). And with your grades, you can choose any of the options you have just listed. But with some, you might need to do a placement test, the same one that everyone does. You told me all the good points of each major option. How about... ‘the bad’ or your worries with each major?” She asked.

“The main worry is that the degree won’t get me far after I graduate. Not so much worried about work load...” You replied.

“You never know, the needs of the industry is always changing. In a few years, things will change. Companies might focus on new goals and trends will change.” She said. You nodded your head.

“(y/n), at the end of the day, you have to ask yourself what you want to do, only you know what you enjoy.”

“I know...”

“You’re going through a lot now, I understand. Let’s speak again in a month and see if there is more clarity then.” She shot you a friendly smile. You grabbed your bag and she escorted you to the door.

“Thanks, Mrs Lee. I guess I’ll see you in a month.” You left her office. You went to your locker to get the books you needed for your next class. Wonwoo was there, waiting for you. It was weird since you usually meet him in class.

“How was Mrs Lee?” He smirked.

“She believes my ‘grieving’ self can’t think straight so there was no progress. I think I just have to figure this who major thing on my own.” You groaned. Wonwoo was your close friend and probably only friend but you didn’t tell him everything, you drew a line for privacy and he respected that.

Also, a part of you felt that telling him everything would make you dependent on him and you didn’t want that. You needed to be independent and be mentally ready for when he gets sick of you and leaves.

You only had two more classes before you could go home. Wonwoo insisted on taking you home on his bike. He handed you his helment.

“I’m really fine taking the bus, you know?” You didn’t really live far away from your university.

“It’s no problem, really.” Wonwoo said, reaching over to make sure the helmet was adjusted well and not too tight or loose. He helped you onto the bike before climbing on.

“You should wear the helmet.” You spoke.

“I’d feel much better if you’re the one wearing the helmet.” He chuckled, starting the engine.

“Hang on.” He declared. You yelped in shock, instinctively wrapping your arms around him. Wonwoo sped off in the direction of your house. He made sure to not go too fast, knowing that you felt nervous on the bike.

However, when Wonwoo pulled up to your street, you were not expecting to see a luxury car parked in front of your house. The Porsche stuck out like a sore thumb but you didn’t recognise it. Wonwoo stopped the motorcycle and helped you off. The car door opened and a suited male emerged. You recognised him as one of Namjoon’s brothers.

“(y/n) sshi.” He approached you.

“Who is that?” Wonwoo asked, looking the man up and down, taking in his tailored suit, expensive shoes and luxury car. He stepped in front of you, slightly protective. You bit the inside of your lip.

“It’s alright, Woo. I... know him. He’s one of the guys from the funeral.” You explained to him.

“I’ve got this. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You told him.

“You sure?” Wonwoo didn’t look convinced. You nodded and waved to him as he hopped onto his bike and left. You took a deep breath and turned to him.

“I haven’t introduced myself to you, I’m Kim Seokjin. I’m actually here to let you know that your father’s lawyer will be going through his will and we would like for you to attend.” He stated.

“Seokjin sshi, I appreciate you coming all the way. But I thought I made myself clear, I don’t want anything to do with that man, his money and his company. I relinquish whatever was willed to me to you and the other 6, you can do whatever you wish to do.” You told him.

“We understand, (y/n) sshi. But your father has told us to tell you about some of your mother’s belongings being kept with his will. And even if you do relinquish all inheritance, you would need to sign off with the lawyer.” He informed.

“Wait, my mother’s belongings?”

“Yes. However, none of us know what those belongings are.” Seokjin was quick to add, sensing your rising anger.

“Even in death, he is trying to blackmail me. Why can’t he just leave me alone?” You clenched your fists, tears of frustration threatening to fall. Seokjin didn’t say anything about your statement.

“When is the damn lawyer meeting?” You asked him. He gave you the date and you nodded.

“Also, were you or your brothers the ones who told my university about the funeral? Because I, for sure, was not the one who told them.” You looked at him, throwing all politeness out the window.

“We thought it would be good for them to give you a few days off for the funeral procession and proceedings.”

“You all had no right to do that. Now, I have the whole university administration looking at me with pity, giving me allowance for things because I’m ‘grieving’. Well, I’m not grieving, I’m not sad that he’s gone. I feel nothing.” You said through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry, (y/n) sshi. We should not have done that, it was an overstep on our part.” Seokjin apologised.

“Just please, don’t meddle with anything in my life anymore.” You pleaded. He nodded his head, face glum. Your words towards your father was cold and cruel but it wasn’t your fault.

“Is there anything else you need?” You were over this. You wanted to move on and not have anything related to that man in your life anymore.

“No. Have a nice day.” Seokjin wished and you walked into the house, shutting the door and locking it behind you. Seokjin looked up at the house, letting out a long sigh before going back into his car. No one ever dared to have such an attitude with them, being afraid of the repurcussions, but the boys knew that they couldn’t blame you.

This was thrown onto you out of nowhere and you have to deal with this on your own, face the unfamiliarity and confusion. It wasn’t fair to expect you to just accept everything as it is.

Jin drove all the way back home. He didn’t have an office to return to for work like the others since his room was his office.

“Young master Seokjin.” The butler opened the door for him and he tossed the keys to the valet to park his car in the garage for him. The first thing Jin saw when he entered the mansion was the boys playing poker.

“Don’t you all have work to do?” Jin rolled his eyes.

“Oh, hey hyung.” Taehyung said, not looking up from his cards or answering Jin’s question.

“You went to speak to her?” Yoongi asked from his spot by the bar, swirling his crystal glass with whiskey inside. Jin nodded, removing his suit jacket and dropping it on the couch before heading over.

“Needless to say, she’s pissed. She knows we told her university about her father.” Jin rolled up his sleeves, ready to fix himself a drink.

“Well, I would be too. We’re lucky she hasn’t beaten us up yet or something.” Jimin chuckled, his vape nestled between his fingers as he read his cards.

“Not everyone is like you, where they itch to beat people up, especially strangers. Boss always said that she and her mother were so gentle, wouldn’t even want to hurt a fly.” Hoseok scoffed. Namjoon emerged at the top of the stairs, coming down when he saw that Jin had returned.

“Did Namjoon send you cause he’s scared of her?” Yoongi teased.

“I’m not scared of her. It’s just that, so far, I have been the bearer of bad news. Plus, it might be good for her to start to know and recognise all of you too.” Namjoon shrugged.

“Yeah, cause Yoongi hyung offering her a cigarette is great for introductions.” Jungkook burst out laughing.

“Shut up. She looked stressed and I thought she would want one to help her calm down a little.” Yoongi glared at the youngest.

“Sure... Hyung, you do know that we were the cause of her stress in the first place, right?” Jimin added with a laugh. Yoongi rolled his eyes, sliding off the bar stool and walking up to his room, whiskey in his hand.

“Everything aside, she will attend the lawyer meeting. As expected, knowing her mother’s belongings are kept with the will, she agreed to come. Although, I do agree with her that this is blackmail.” Jin sighed. They couldn’t do much, they were following the orders of their late boss, who was insistent and firm on what to do when he passed.

“It’s just going to get more complicated when the will gets read.” Namjoon said.

“Wait. Hyung, you know what’s in the will?” Jungkook asked. Namjoon didn’t say anything else, grabbing a whiskey and going back upstairs.

“Enough playing. Get back to work.” Jin told the younger ones and went to his office. He turned on his entire system, the multiple computer monitors lighting up the room.

This was Jin’s job in the organisation. Nothing hides from him on the web. Any information that could be found online, he can find it. He could also hack any system, no firewall or security could stop him.

“Wow, good grades... But why haven’t you chosen your major?” Jin asked to no one in particular when he pulled up your university records.

“Security cameras... Entrance of the university.” He pulled up the footage. From the estimated time that you would be there, Jin watched the footage to look for you. Well, he wasn’t looking for you in particular. More of the person you were with.

“There you are.” Taking a screenshot of Wonwoo’s face, he enhanced it using his computer software and ran it through the university database.

“Jeon Wonwoo. Music major. No criminal record.” He scanned through Wonwoo’s records with the university. You were always described by your father as a lone wolf. So Jin couldn’t help but be curious after seeing how close you were with Wonwoo earlier.

“Hyung, who are you stalking?”

“Geez! You scared me!” Jin held a hand over his racing chest as Taehyung appeared beside him.

“I’ve got the change the passcode for my door.” Jin grumbled. Taehyung laughed, knowing that Jin’s attempt would be futile anyway. He always had a way to get to where he wanted to go.

“She has a boyfriend? He’s kind of handsome.” Taehyung noted as he looked at Wonwoo’s picture.

“He’s not her boyfriend. I just wanted to make sure that he won’t cause any trouble for us. His record is clean. They went to the same high school, it seems.” Jin reported.

“Even if he was trouble, we could easily handle it. You should finish your stack of work. I’ve got people hounding me for information.” Taehyung said, gesturing to the stack of folders on Jin’s desk that he had to work on.

“I’ll get to them soon. Now, get out. I don’t like people being in here.” The older pushed him out of the room, locking the door. Jin needed to be in the mood to do work and he hated people nagging him. Although, no one really said anything since he’s the oldest of the 7. Namjoon was the only one that could get him to do work.

“Got kicked out?” Jungkook tilted his head, seeing Taehyung stand in the hallway, outside Jin’s room. Taehyung nodded glumly.

“Tough luck, hyung.” Jungkook patted him on the shoulder and continued on his way. He went to his room to change out of his pajamas before going down to the garage.

“Jungkookie.” Jimin appeared as Jungkook was working on Hoseok’s car.

“What?” He grumbled. Like Jin, he didn’t really like anyone interrupting him, especially when he was working.

“I have a big event in 3 days so Hoseok is bringing a new car in for me to drive there. Do you think you could help me check it out and make sure it’s okay by then?” Jimin asked.

“What car?”

“A Valhalla.”

“Wait, Hoseok hyung got his hands on one? Only 999 were made and it’s super exclusive.” Jungkook was shocked.

“It’s Hoseok hyung. Of course he would be able to get it.” Jimin said. If you needed something, Hoseok would be able to get it for you. His connections spread far and wide.

“Sure, I’ll take a look at it when it comes. But I’ll need to do some research first. It uses a new hybrid battery system and a new bespoke V8 engine. First of its kind.” Jungkook was in awe. Jimin smirked, knowing how to get Jungkook interested in a project.

“I just need it for the event, you can drive it after the event.” He added. For most of the cars, the boys always shared amongst themselves anyway. The only cars that were not shared were their personal cars.

“Oh, I am definitely driving it after.” Jungkook declared.

“Great, glad to have you onboard. Hyung said that it’ll be delivered tomorrow.” Jimin informed. Jungkook hummed in acknowledgement.

“Thanks, Kook. Knew I could count on you.” He clapped happily and left the garage for Jungkook to get back to work.

“An Aston Martin Valhalla is going to be in our garage tomorrow.” Jungkook let out a laugh of disbelief, shaking his head. To say he was excited was an understatement.

Since Hoseok brought in such rare cars, they didn’t trust just anyone to maintain them. So Jungkook, with an interest in bikes and cars, took the job of making sure the cars are maintained and taken care of. He also fixed them when the other boys get them destroyed while doing a job outside. It was hard work but Jungkook loved his job.

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Hi there, pretty Moni!

If it isn’t too much to ask, may I please request a professor Yoongi x female college student reader piece?

For the genre, hmmm. Surprise us, maybe? 🤭🥹

Thank you very much, eonni. ☺️

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SO, I am not super comfortable with a professor/student dynamic so I have done a peer tutor type situation; hope that is ok! I really don't know if this is anything, tbh, but I'm really just trying to leave the tap on to get the rust out!! So thank you for this request; I hope it at least in some way satisfies!

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (gender neutral)

Genre: acquaintances-to-?? dating? maybe?? tbc lol; college/uni AU

Summary: Your university forces you to be tutored to bring up your grades; your tutor is the quiet loner from class whom you begin to realise you should have noticed long before now.

Word count: 1.2k

Content: none to warn for, unless you have traumatic memories of philosophy essays lmao

Kant or Won't?

You pushed through the heavy library door with a sigh. It was a beautiful day – one of the first of the year. The blossom was budding on the trees; the grass was dry enough to sit on; the sun was bright and warm overhead. You were heading into the dim, crowded world of studying on a Saturday.

You only had yourself to blame. You knew that. One too many parties and too few essays written. You knew you had to try harder. What you didn’t know was why your school was mandating tutoring. It wasn’t that you didn’t know things! You didn’t struggle with the material; it was the sitting down and focusing on it that was the problem. How a tutor was supposed to help with that, you didn’t know. You did, however, want to stay at university so you accepted your fate.

The peer tutor service had told you which private study room was booked for your session, but when you peered in through the door window, you assumed there must have been some sort of mistake.

“Uh, it’s Yoongi, right?” you asked, tentatively as you entered the room.

He looked up and nodded.

You knew Yoongi. Well, you knew of him. He was in your philosophy group. He contributed only when forced to and you had never seen him chatting to anyone either before or after seminars. You assumed he was just some kind of loner loser guy and that was really the first and last you ever thought of him. You didn’t notice him and no one else seemed to either.

It surprised you that he would volunteer to do this: meet with lazy, unfocused students to bring their grades up. It wasn’t exactly socialising, but it was social. It would involve talking to people. Strangers. Maybe even people he actively disliked.

You sat around the corner of the table from him and pulled out your notebook, full of half-finished sentences and scribbled notes from lectures. The edges were black with doodles and your first clean page was the one right next to where you had snapped and written ‘FUUUUUUUUCK’ in huge capital letters. You tucked that page to the back and readied your pen.

“Just so you know,” you started as Yoongi opened his textbook, “I’m not actually like, dumb. I’m fine with the material; I just hate doing the essays, y’know? I’m just too lazy to get around to it, so then, when it’s the night before deadline, I just have to write any old shit to get it done. You know how it is, right? Procrastination nation.”

Yoongi looked at you, thoughtfully, and it was the first time you’d ever really seen his face. It was nice. He was kind of good-looking actually. You wondered what sort of life he had off-campus. Maybe he just didn’t like the people at school. Maybe he had other friends. A partner? Not that you cared, but you thought, now that you were really looking at him, maybe he could have one. Not bad at all.

“Lazy?” he asked.

You nodded, expecting him to say something more. He didn’t.

“Ok, well...” You spoke for him. “I guess we’re supposed to get my essay on Kant done?”

You flicked through your notes to see if you’d taken any while Yoongi still just looked at you.

“What are you views on Kant?” you asked.

“What are your views on Kant?” he countered.

You wondered if it was a test. You’d told him you knew the material; it was only reasonable for him to ask for proof.

The directness of his gaze made you feel a little flustered; the focus of his attention unwavering in a way you found unsettling.

“Um, well, ok...”

* * *

“Guess what I’ve just done,” you demanded as you walked into the private study room two weeks later.

“What?”

“I’ve just submitted my Kant thing!”

Yoongi didn’t look surprised, but he did look pleased. You felt a genuine sense of pride, swiftly followed by an embarrassed guilt that you should feel so proud of something that thousands of other people did with ease every day.

“Wow,” he said. “And the deadline isn’t for three whole days.”

“I know!”

“How do you feel?”

You didn’t want to tell him how pleased with yourself you were. You knew he had submitted his last week. You didn’t want to let him know that you were pathetic enough to feel a genuine sense of achievement over what you’d done. It was minor. Embarrassingly minor.

“Good, I guess. Nice to have it out of the way.”

Yoongi nodded.

“That’s really great.”

He smiled at you and you smiled back. If you got a good grade for this essay, you wouldn’t have to come back for tutoring. That alone had almost made you not complete the essay. Yoongi’s presence was soothing and something about being here in this room with him made it easier to focus. You liked studying with him. He mostly kept to himself and let you ask questions when you needed to. It didn’t really feel like tutoring at all, to be honest. He was a study buddy, not a teacher.

You were surprised how much you enjoyed it, actually, when it really got down to it. Without the screaming panic of a deadline just hours away, you had more time to focus on the content, think about the topic, read about it, dig in. You remembered why you had chosen philosophy in the first place. And, when prompted, Yoongi would talk to you about it, too; your views were often the same, but not always. He was smarter than you, but not by much.

You met frequently, first in short bursts, then in longer and longer sessions that you often found yourself wishing would last longer. Yoongi was good at sticking to the topic, pulling you back around when your conversation veered into general chat or something irrelevant, which you did more and more each time, because he was nice to talk to, he was interesting; you wanted to know what he thought and what he had to say.

You also still didn’t know if he had a partner.

“Aha!”

You cornered Yoongi in the classroom before he could escape, thrusting your essay into his face. He took it from you and eyed the grade in the corner with a smirk.

“Well done, you.”

“Nailed it, mate!”

“You did.”

“This means you don’t have to tutor me anymore.”

He laughed softly.

“It’s not like I really ever did anything. You said so yourself: you know the material. You never really needed me.”

Something about that made you feel sad. You had needed him. You would not have been able to do it without him, if all your past experiences were to be relied upon.

“Well, actually...”

You had been working up to this. It was the perfect opportunity so you had just been waiting, waiting for your grade, waiting for this open target.

“I was kind of hoping you might have some time to talk over the next one with me... Not formally, as a tutor, but just... y’know... Like, as a classmate. Or friend.”

Yoongi blinked rapidly, his mouth slightly open.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah ok.”

“Cool. I’ll, um, text you or something and we can set up a time?”

He nodded. There was a tiny stretch of tension between you, held for just a moment, before he stood from his seat and you straightened up, readying to walk away.

“I’ll see you... soon, I guess.”

“Yeah, soon.”

#yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #bts fanfic #min yoongi #suga x reader #suga fanfic #yoongi #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi fanfic

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author-ssi · 11 months

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Music & Sex ~MYG

➜Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader ➜Genre: Smut, (Slight) Fluff, One-shot Warnings: vulgar language (Yoongi cursing), oral sex;fem receiving (Yoongi’s tongue technology), fingering, hand job, vaginal sex (protected and kinda rough) [18+ MDNI] ➜Word Count: 2.6k ➜Summary: A rebellious Min Yoongi keeping the company of a docile girl seemingly appears a bit odd. However, there are certain things that connect the two and those are music and sex.

“Min Yoongi, get out of my class!”, the professor’s agitated yell echoes throughout the classroom and all the students are left to watch a fuming Yoongi storm out, slamming the door behind him. “Fucking asshole”, he growls marching up to his locker and starting to take out his things. “I swear that was the last straw! I’m going to drop out!”, he mutters frustratingly slipping his guitar’s strap over his shoulder and shoving his laptop along with his music equipment in his bag. “Fuck those shitty professors! Acting like they care whether I become successful or not, while all they do is promote their own favourites. What a shitshow! As if fake support and perfect grades will get me to my dream. I don’t need anyone’s help. I’m going to get there on my own!”, he determinedly grumbles to himsef slamming his locker shut. “Yoongi-ssi”, her gentle voice is immediately recognised by him and he halts his movements turning around to face her.

Y/N; one of his classmates, a quiet and mellow girl who Yoongi has developed a soft spot for. “Sweetheart, I’ve told you before to stop adressing me so formally”, he chastises her with a small smile and a tender gaze, his frustration slowly dissipating. She mumbles a timid apology with a slight bow of her head before raising her eyes to meet his. “You shouldn’t drop out”, she tells him attentively, taking a step towards him. “You heard that huh?”, he half-smirks leaning his body against the lockers as he takes out his pack of cigarettes, not missing the frown that instantly takes over her features. He’s aware of her disapproval of him smoking but he can’t force himself to quit it; it helps him cool off whenever he’s upset. Having placed the cigarette between his lips, he glances over at her while he lights it, chuckling at her reaction. “You’re cute when you pout”, he teases enjoying the red tint on her cheeks that only he seems to be able to evoke.

One might wonder why he hasn’t already made a move on her. The reason behind that is because he doesn’t feel like he deserves her; he’s a rebel and she’s a sweetheart. He can’t trust his unstable self around her, sooner or later his reckless actions would hurt her. “After you left, professor Han announced to us that a showcase is going to be held at the end of the month where every student has to participate-”, his nonchalant groan interjects her making her memontarily pause before continuing unbothered by his evident expression of disdain. “He also mentioned that representatives from certain music companies will be present, on the look-out for new recruits”, she finishes her sentence knowing full well that by the end of it, she’s got his attention back. And she was right... Yoongi’s eyes gleam conspiratorily as the cogs in his brain start turning full-speed, brainstorming tons of ideas before ultimately settling on one, “Let’s do a performance together”.

Despite his rebellious tendancies, slacking off has never been a part of Yoongi’s vocabulary so the moment Y/N agrees to their collaboration, he has thrown himself right into work; coming up with a series of melodies and beats while trying to put together the best song he’s ever produced. After all, he has a knack for constantly surpassing his previous works and outdoing himself. “This is amazing Yoongi!”, and of course, the sight of Y/N’s impressed face when she listens to the final result is a bonus. A proud smirk appears on his face pushing aside his usually humble self; a behaviour brought out solely by her expression of admiration towards him. “Glad you like it. Can I trust you to have the lyrics figured out by the end of the weekend?”, he asks reverting back to his professional self. “It’s Friday... I’ll have them done by tomorrow night! You can count on me, Yoongi”, she grins widely at him, determination flashing over her clear eyes. He smiles satisfied with her work ethic, gathering his equipment from around the studio of their university where they had arranged to meet up. “Alright then! So... Want to go grab a drink or something?”, he suggests casually and when she shoots him a quizzical look, he reveals to her his habit of rewarding himself after finishing a project by indulging in the calming sensation of alcohol. Giggling at that, Y/N agrees in a heartbeat.

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“How can you still look so pure? Naked and writhing under me”. He tried to resist. Really, he tried. How had an innocent offer for a drink led to this? “Yoongi please”. When did things go off track? Was it when the conversation somehow ended up heading to their past sex experiences? Was it when she revealed how much she craved to be eaten out since her fingers were not good enough for her anymore? Was that his breaking point? His eyes had darkened as he processed her drunken confession and without wasting another moment, he rushed her out of the bar they had been lounging at - the one he’d always opted for since it’s the closest to his apartment. Thanking the heavens for this convenience, Yoongi led the girl only two blocks down the street gently pulling her along by the grip his long, slender fingers had on her wrist. It wasn’t until he reached his doorstep that the reality of what he was rushing her into dawned on him and guilt started to consume him. He became so eager that he didn’t even glimpse at her the entire time. If he did, he could have at least gathered from her body language or expressions whether she was as eager to do this as him. He mentally facepalms himself for almost taking advantage of her innocence like that and proceeds to loosen his grip on her turning around to voice his apology. “Are we not gonna go in?”, her voice laced with anticipation reaches his ears before he’s able to complete neither of his intented actions; his fingers remaining encircled around her wrist, his apology dying in his throat. What he turned to face was the sight of her clear, impatient eyes gazing up at him, her cheeks flashed and her thighs tightly pressed together. Yeah... That was his breaking point.

Nose brushing against the skin of her inner thigh, Yoongi resumes his previous actions ignoring defiantly the begging whimpers of the innocent girl whose legs are wide open for him. “You’re so loud”, he sighs with a low chuckle as he finally stops his trail of wet kisses on her thighs. “Alright, if you need it so much... I’ll give it to you”, he smirks as his index finger creeps over to the part of her that seems to be calling out to him; glistening with her arousal, clenching over nothing. Yoongi only but presses his finger against her clit, slightly rubbing on it and that’s all it takes for him to hear the sweetest moan fall past her lips. “Is that it? That’s what you were whining about? Hm... You’re easier to please than I thought”, he mocks her moving his finger down her slit before he brings it - now coated with her arousal - over to his mouth. He doesn’t break eye contact, his intense gaze remaining on her as his finger leaves his mouth with an intentional ‘pop’. Y/N knows he is only teasing her. She knows Min Yoongi isn’t stupid. He had known what she craved for him to do the moment she was left lying naked under him, her legs parting as she bared herself to him. So, she whines his name again looking at him with furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips. "You're cute when you pout", a smirking Yoongi mumbles knowing she's had enough of his teasing by now. And so, his smirk disappears into her dripping and pulsating core as he starts to ravish her; wet lips pressing down fervently, skillfull mouth moving eagerly as if it belongs to a man who has been starved for days. “Now sing for me, your moans are the sweetest music”, he whispers with his warm tongue flicking her clit which causes her body to jolt and his request to be fulfilled. A string of moans fall past her open lips and her small fingers tangle themselves in his hair tugging them firmly in search of a way to channel the immense pleasure surging through her body.

Yoongi’s senses are overwhelmed by her voice, scent and taste and his resolve to go easy on her is easily broken. His slender fingers grip her thighs pushing her knees to her chest as he plunges his tongue in and out of her more forcefully. He feels her legs start to tremble as she continues to moan and mumble incoherently about how good it feels. This only adds to his fervour; two fingers take his tongue's place inside her slit and his tongue moves over to suck on her clit. That does it for Y/N. Her head drops back on the bed and her back arches against it as she reaches a toe-curling orgasm. Yoongi removes his fingers but not his tongue, simply slowing its movement instead, in order to prolong her pleasure. Y/N rides out her high humming in satisfaction before giving his hair another slight tug to let him know she's done.

A dazed smile appears on her lips when Yoongi lifts his head and locks eyes with her. "Good girl. Such a good girl for me", he praises her with a half-smile, half-smirk squeezing her thighs softly. His sturdy body then moves up to press against her own bringing them face to face. She simply stares at him too breathless to voice her own thoughts. Even more so when he kisses her deeply letting her taste herself on his tongue as he swipes it over her own. Y/N moans in his mouth, desperately wanting to reciprocate the pleasure she just experienced. Getting more daring, she sucks on his tongue lowering her hands towards his clothed erection. Yoongi won't deny that he's been feeling his cock straining in his jeans all while eating her out. When he notices her getting more daring, he pulls away from the kiss and casts his gaze down to the sight of her nimble fingers fumbling with his zipper. "Too eager, aren't we now, sweetheart?", Yoongi teases her slightly biting onto his lip while he waits for her next move. "I want to pleasure you too, Yoongi", Y/N states confidently, her words all the more fuelling his lust for her.

His hand joins hers to remove his jeans and he hastily kicks them off along with his briefs. Hardly does his erection make its appearance before Y/N's hands are touching it, feeling his hard cock up and down eagerly. Yoongi groans from the pleasure he's suddenly receiving, burying his face in her neck and sloppily sucking on it while he lets her do what she wants with him. A small whimper is all Y/N allows herself to release, her mind now set on only pleasuring him. Her thumb swipes across the tip of his cock smearing his arousal all over the head, before she resumes to vertically stroking his cock. "Ff-fuck Y/N, keep going", Yoongi grumbles under his ragged breath, his hands gripping the sheets on its side of her body as he hovers over her. She glances up at him with a satisfied smile, only now noticing how straining his position appears to be. Using her other hand, Y/N grasps Yoongi's shoulder firmly, pushing him to the side and making him lie down on his back. Her other hand keeps working on his cock, as she moves to straddle his legs, "Much better", she comments earning a simple nod from Yoongi as he lets out a deep breath, visibly relaxed and now more open to the pleasure he's receiving. Y/N slightly tightens her grip around his slim girth and moves her hand more swiftly on his long length. Shivers travel through her entire body, almost making her halt her movements, when she hears him let out a low moan. "Dammit Y/N", Yoongi hisses with his jaw clenched, abruptly lifting his torso and grabbing the girl by her hips. His lips find hers in a fervent kiss whilst she continues to stroke his cock.

"Y/N, I need you to answer me something...", a panting Yoongi murmurs against her lips placing his hand on top of her own to halt her actions. "Are we going to go all the way or...?", he trails off looking her straight in the eyes with a serious expression. Y/N glances down at his cock, erect in her hold between them, raising Yoongi’s doubts of whether she actually wants to do this with him or not. He deems his concerns as justified when he sees her lift herself off of his lap, drawing away from him. A deep frown settles on his lips in disappointment until he realises that she's settling herself beside him; lying down on her back and opening her legs for him. Once again, Yoongi erases all of his inhibitions - hastily taking out a condom from the drawer of his bedside table and eagerly moving to place himself between her legs after having put it on. "Are you sure about this, sweetheart?", he asks for her permission once again, gently cupping the outer side of her thighs. "Yes, I'm sure Yoongi. I want this, so don't hold back", she answers him urging him to go on with a roll of her hips towards his awaiting cock. That's the last consent Yoongi is going to take tonight...

Keeping one of his hands on her thigh, he uses the other to guide his cock to where she needs him most, entering her with a slow push. A whine slips past her now parted lips, drawing his attention. Yoongi focuses his gaze on her, drinking in the sight of her beautiful face twisted in pleasure, before moving his hips until his whole cock is buried deep inside her. He watches as she squirms and whimpers under him, wrapping her legs around him and pulling his body close. Her soft skin is burning hot against his with each one of his languid moves and her breathless moans sound melodic to his ears. As his rhythm accelerates, the sound of the raw contact between their bare flesh acts like the bass line to a song, providing him all the more satisfaction. His ears pick up on the moment her breath becomes more shallow, immediately knowing that she's close to coming undone. So, Yoongi leans in to Y/N’s ear urging her in a whisper, "Cum around me, sweetheart". It's like he flipped a switch in her because in that exact moment, he feels her walls tightening around his cock as she cums, granting him his own orgasm as well.

Normally, if this was just a hook-up, Yoongi would already be lying on his back and lighting up a cigar while watching the random chick put her clothes back on to depart. With Y/N it's different, though. After disposing of the condom, when Yoongi lies on his back, he doesn’t reach for his pack of cigars - instead, he reaches for her; pulling her body close to him as he hugs her waist. Closing his eyes, he relishes in the rhythm of her trying to steady her breath and the tuneful, satisfied hum that follows after she snuggles up to his side.

It is then that Yoongi realises that having sex with her feels the same as making music. And damn, he fully enjoys doing both.

#bts #bts x reader #min yoongi #suga #agustd #smut #bts smut #suga smut #yoongi smut #min yoongi x reader #suga x reader #music

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urlocalyodastan · 3 months

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MASTERLIST

Jeon Jungkook | Min Yoongi | Lee Minho | Lee Felix

-constantly being updated-

updated 4/1/2024 [new chapter for strong enough (jjk)]

!!authors!! if u want ur work removed plz dm me:)

hey friends!! this is my masterlist for all my fic reccomendations (entirely kpop atm but i’m thinking of diving back into the other fandoms i used to enjoy cuz i read some pretty good stuff) anyways! so far i only have yoongi, felix, and minho for some reason *recently added a jjk fic* , but i’m working on adding more (including my wattpad and ao3 recs) also, as you saw above, this list is 16+ cuz there’s some pretty descriptive stuff in these fics but I damn well know i was reading worse stuff at 16… so i know it’s usually minors dni but please if ur under 16 for your well-being avoid most of these fics please and thank you. alright alright, im done yapping, i’ll let you go and enjoy these absolute masterpieces.

peace out losers 🫶🏻

- yoda

fluff -> 🤍 | smut -> 🍋 | angst -> 🌧️ | major tw -> ‼️

Jeon Jungkook

♡ I Want You to Stay | @ahundredtimesover

series *ongoing* | current wc: 151.3k | 🌧️🤍‼️

boss!jungkook x assistant!reader

PLEASE READ WARNINGS

idiot strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers if you squint, k-drama feels, angst, drama, fluff, smut, sexual themes, power dynamics, anxiety, depictions of assault and aggression [chapter 8] (specific warnings on post)

♡ strong enough | @hyukaslvr

series *ongoing* | current wc: 20.8k | 🌧️

idol!jungkook x idol!reader

idiot exes to lovers, slow burn, kdrama feels (kind of like our beloved summer minus the salt and water if yk loll), angst, drama, fluff, smut

♡ guilty pleasures | @kookslastbutton

series *ongoing* | current wc: 7.8k | 🌧️🍋

ceo!jungkook x reader (?) idol!tae x reader

!!!okay so the fate of the story has not yet been decided, you’ll get it once you read!!! (not poly!!)

angst, smut, fluff, loverstoexesto (?), coworkersto (?), unrequited love, smut, sexism, morally grey-ness, swearing, alcohol consumption, sexism in media and business, toxic relationships, abandonment issues, explicit sexual content

♡ things you don’t know | @btsgotjams27

oneshot | wc: 4.3k | 🌧️🤍

jungkook x f!reader

angst, ex best friends au, language, light kisses, miscommunication, reader jokes about unaliving her other best friend, mentions of throwing up

“i thought i’d never see you again”

♡ the farmhouse | @solecize

series *ongoing* | current wc: 38.5k | 🌧️🤍

jungkook x reader

estranged friends to lovers, small town au, childhood best friends, slice of life, cowboy-ish jungkook, grief, mentions of death, death, fear, drinking and substance use, mutual pining, explicit language, jk as a parental figure (you’ll see), angst, fluff, growing up

Min Yoongi

♡ Countermelody | @bonvoyagenoona

series | wc: ~100k | 🍋🌧️🤍

yoongi x reader

small town enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, humor, producers!yoongi, hobi, namjoon, songwriters!yoongi, hobi, namjoon, musician!reader

♡ Oh! Darling | @yoongiofmine

series | wc: 108k | 🤍🍋🌧️

professor!yoongi x student!reader

fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, university au, mild age gap (emphasis on mild, yn in grad school and yoongi in his early 30s), forbidden romance

♡ Kitsungi | @moni-logues

series | wc: 105k | 🤍🍋🌧️‼️

yoongi x reader

strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, non idol!au, angst, smut, eventual fluff ‼️alchohol consumption, yoongi and reader are both depressed, depressive episodes, attempted suicide, toxic relationships (readers ex), jokes about death, death, vomit, self harm, self deprecation, language (specific warnings posted for each chapter)

NOTE: please read the warnings carefully, there is a lot of heavy topics in this read

♡ Grey Area | @blushoseoks

series *ongoing* | current wc: 98,832 | 🌧️🍋

min yoongi x reader

heavy angst, language, alcohol consumption, university au, soulmate au, eventual smut, weed consumption, slow burn, death

♡ Illicit Favors | @yoongiofmine

oneshot | wc: 29k | 🍋🍋🍋

producer!yoongi x author!reader

smut with plot, friends to lovers, smut, more smut, even MORE smut, mutual pining, virgin reader, teaching sex au, this oneshot is amazing plz read it

Lee Minho

♡ Invisible Thread | @astraystayyh

series | wc: 37k | 🤍🌧️

minho x reader

university au, academic rivals to lovers (rivals not enemies cuz they respect each other), slow burn, fluff, angst, poor relationships with parents, insecurities, she/her reader, mention of alcohol

♡ Lost in Translation | @moonjxsung

one-shot | wc: 26.5k | 🤍🌧️🍋

minho x reader

university au, babysitter!reader, older brother!minho, smut, angst, fluff, mention of pregnancy, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), pet names, (see other warnings)

Lee Felix

♡ forgive me for what i haven’t done | @rachalixie

one-shot | wc: 17.5k | 🤍🌧️

prince!felix x princess!reader

kingdom au, angst, betrayal, strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort, she/her reader, emotional manipulation and physical violence from readers father, mentions of violence

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kuromiiwonhan · 3 months

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Bts Fanfic Recommendations PT.2

Readers note: Hi everyone! I decided to make a BTS ff recommendation post finally! After reading so many amazing ff’s this year, here are the ones that I have put together so far, many more are to come in the future:) A warning I have is that 99.9% of these contain things such as nsfw/smut, dark themes, mature themes, etc. So this post is 18+, I am not your mother so I cannot stop you from what you read, but I am cautioning you before you continue. Also, almost all of these are members x fem!reader. Hope you enjoy and full credit to all of these authors and thank you so much for your amazing hard work!!! Happy reading:)

**ALL RIGHTS GO TO ORIGINAL WRITERS**

A- Angst F-Fluff M- Nsfw/smut/mature *- Favorites

Jimin:

25 and Virgin(M,F)

Public sex with Jimin(M)

Headrush (it's too sweet) (M) Idol!Jimin x reader

Hands(F)

Heartburn (2) (A)

Taehyung:

All you want(M,A,F) Rich ceo!kth x rich student!reader ****

The red means I love you(M,F?) Yandere!Taehyung x Yandere!Reader

Dickless(M,F)

Fall from grace(M)

Taehyung confessing to an American reader in English(F) Idol!Tae x American!reader

Unnamed(M) Club owner!Taehyung x college girl!reader

Honey(M,F) Whipped!Tae x reader

Fertile(M)

The elevator(F)

The crown that is ours(M) Prince!Tae x Princess!Reader

Good for me(F,M) Bad Boy Taehyung x Wholesome Reader

Cutest bunny(M)

Electra heart(M,F,A) Fake dating au

His special(M) College art professor!Tae x art student!y/n

We will always have Paris(F) Idol au

Depravity(M) Yandere!Tae x Yandere!Reader

Rent-a-boyfriend(F,A) Rent-a-Boyfriend!Tae x Reader

Quiet getaway(M,F)

Puppy Impromptu(M)

The BBF(M) Brother bestie!Tae x reader

Unnamed(M) Sugar Daddy!Tae x Sugar Baby!Reader

With a brush of Fate Master-List(F,A,M) Idol!Tae x Art student!Reader

Knife Play(M)

Sugar moon(M) Art Student!Tae x reader

Pinch of sugar Master-List(M,F,A) Sugar daddy!Taehyung x sugarbaby!Reader

Boy next door(M)

Wanna make a movie(M)

Drabble #2(M) Dog Boy!Tae x reader

Jungkook:

Separation Anxiety Series(F,A,M) Game Designer!Jungkook

Unnamed(F,A) BF!Idol!Jungkook x fem!reader

Season of the witch(M,F) Heartbreaker!JK x witch!y/n

Unnamed(F,A) Idol!JK x reader

1:05 AM(M)

Knot today(M) Alpha!JK x virgin omega!reader

Warm hands pt.2(M) College boyfriend!JK x f.reader

Pink Sapphire(A,F)

Unnamed(A,F)

Rebound Mini-series(F,A,M)

Unnamed(M) Yandere!JK x reader

What if I love you too much?(F,A,M) JK x Mom!Reader

Streams and Sheets(M,A,F) Gamer!JK x reader

Phone sex with JK(M)

Yours forever(M) Yan!popular boy JK x shy!fem reader.

Questions and Doubts(M) Dad!JK x f. reader

Bam and Baby Girl(F) Dad!JK x Mom!Reader

Multiple members:

Adore(M) Tae x Reader x Yoongi

Unusual Suspects(M) Tae x Reader x Namjoon (Tae focus)

Just a taste(M) Rapline x Reader

Wanna watch a sex tape(M) Tae x Reader x Jimin

Two-sentence Horror story(M) JK x Reader x Tae

Two in one(M) Hoseok x Reader x JiminDamn the charcuterie board(M) Jimin x Reader x Yoongi

r/n: enjoy everyone!

#kuromiiwonhan bts rec

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sugarwithtea · 1 year

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moonlight sonata | myg [teaser]

pairing : pianist!yoongi x fem!reader

rating/genre : m (18+) // angst, smut, fluff, enemies to lovers

summary : Passion is a fickle thing. It is a feeling that drives you to success, but if lost -- you can turn as stagnant as a pond. Min Yoongi has always took pride in his passion, his skill, his art. But what happens when slowly the flame dies inside him? He returns back home, to the place where he had started to love music. But, you are there. The bane of his existence. You hate him like a sweltering flame, bigger than his passion for music. And you, are not so thrilled with the news of his return. What happens when you both inevitably cross paths and start a saga of hate and love?

word count : 978 [teaser] // TBD for the full fic (15k+)

warnings : for the teaser - none // full fic - explicit smut, use of drugs, alcoholism, mental health issues (not glorified) (all of them will be mentioned explicitly in the final piece)

note 1 : this fic is a part of the composition of the century collab hosted by @joheunsaram @raplinesmoon and @kithtaehyung !!

note 2 : this idea has been in my drafts for so long, I'm glad I'm getting the chance to finally put it out !! i hope i am able to do as well as i expected! HAPPY YOONGI DAY !! also, big thanks to @oddinary4bts and @moccahobi for helping me with this one and saving my ass !!

masterlist | taglist (permanent)

Yoongi is falling relentlessly.

He is also failing, relentlessly.

His hands slide down the keys making a sharp ping sound. They then rest on his lap, as his head hangs low and eyes burn with the tears that well up in them.

The moonlight spills into the empty auditorium as if to mock him of his upcoming days, if he goes on like this. An empty auditorium, no audience, no one who will listen to him.

He toys with the fake red ruby encrusted on the edge of the fall board, before he stands up abruptly from his seat, slings his bag over his shoulder and leaves.

He has been doing this for weeks.

He doesn't know how he got here. Not in the auditorium, that was with his Palisade parked snugly in the lot. No, it's not that. He doesn't know how he got to the point where he feels like a college student, struggling to write a composition and bleeding his tips by playing the keys for endless hours, and still not excelling or performing impressively.

It was not always like this, of course. The past five years have brought him nothing but success. He vividly remembers the first time he tapped the heels of his Chelsea boots against the sleek marble of the Juilliard and a swarm of admirers, fans, professors gathered around him.

The renowned school of music had invited him as a guest lecturer. Yoongi, a mere boy of 22, fresh out of the same school with a show stopping performance at Carnegie Hall, which was attracting the ears and eyes of people all around the world. He had clammy hands and a flushed neck as he practiced in front of his mirror in his small Brooklyn apartment.

That day, he gained a massive applause and a similarly huge following of budding musicians who looked up to him. He felt uncomfortable, out of place. As if it was not his place to gain the trust of these students, not his place to lead them when he himself didn't know where he was going, not his place to steer them in a direction when he himself looked in the eyes of his favorite professor, Mr. Castillo, to calm his nerves down. But still, he was able to do that.

And now, years later, he sees a dark fog sit upon his mind as he relentlessly tries to navigate through it.

He once thought of what he would do when he got so old that his fingers trembled when they touched the keys, when his back would hunch so he couldn't sit on the seat, when his face would be ridden with wrinkles. He came to the conclusion that at least he would still be able to write music and guide others.

Alas, he now sees himself nowhere near that Yoongi. The Yoongi he sees now is lost, unwanted, with no traces of passion and no will to move forward. He is like stagnant water, dirt and germs piling up on him. His melody is playing the same note again and again, with no chords supporting it, no tempo giving it rhythm; it sounds like a mess.

He is stuck in a happenstance – at least that's what he likes to think. Because his inner turmoil is still not bigger than his ego, and even though he is getting there, it is hard for him to swallow the thought that this is all because of him. He is not ready to accept that this is a domino effect, how one thing led to another, and now here he is.

After all these years, his brain is wired to think he can't do anything wrong. Although that is going haywire, as after years of working on himself and his self derogatory mindset, he is there again. He knows it's because of him, he just isn't ready to accept it.

Because accepting it will put him into a spiral, a dangerous spiral which will suck him in – like the eddy currents of a whirlpool, giving him no chance to escape. He knows he is weak, that's why he doesn't tread on the edge of the ledge, that's why he doesn't let things affect him. But it's high time now.

The emptiness of the auditorium has irked him, mocked him, laughed at him, made his blood boil. His fingers grip the steering wheel tighter as he changes lanes on his way home. An empty home – as empty as the auditorium.

His passion is dying, faster than the flame of a candle on a windy night. And that is concerning. Because Min Yoongi has a steadfast personality, a strong will, and a mindset to never give up. Then why is it that whenever he sits in front of the keys, his fingers refuse to move? Why is it that whenever he thinks of a melody, his fingers refuse to reciprocate it?

There was a period in his life, a few months, when he thought he was on the top of the world. The fall of a musician, and the rise of a celebrity. He didn't know the pianist in him would sleep so soundly when he embraced his public persona. Didn't know that the musician would starve when he fed his fame.

But now he knows what he needs. He needs to get back to the ground, touch his feet on the earth that gave him the platform in the first place. The place where everything started. The place where he dreamt his dream, the place where he found his first friend – a brown piano. The place which will never turn him away.

Home. His safe place. Back to his people, to the ones who never let him feel like he was a failure.

Min Yoongi is returning to Korea and there is nothing left that could change his mind.

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BTS fic recs: September 2023

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | 💜 (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, personal favorites = 💯.

Namjoon

⭐The Interpretation of Dreams 💯 by @ppersonna // knj x f.reader // phd mentor!namjoon, university!au // 🥵🥰

📝 He’s the man of your dreams, the an you’ve spent over 6 years pining over. and he’s also your Ph.D. mentor and in charge of your very future.

🗨️ Looking for a smutty, slutty, funny and comforting fic? Well, look no further! 🌟 This really delivered 👏🏾 really, really good. The sexual tension between reader and Namjoon 💯 and then best friend Jimin, being the best chaotic slutty wingman EVER 🥵

⭐Deep End by @here2bbtstrash // knj x f.reader // established relationship, period!smut // 🥵🥰

📝 Your boyfriend suggests a new way to relieve your period cramps.

🗨️ Awww, this was so cute and sweet 🥺💖💯

⭐Baby Fever by @95rkives // knj x f.reader // established relationship // 🥰🥰🥰

📝 What was supposedly a peaceful morning stroll in the park, an unexpected encounter triggers namjoon’s intense desire for a baby, turning him into an adorable, baby fever-filled mess.

🗨️ Gosh this was cute - and wonderfully fluffy 😍

⭐All Night 💯 by @luaspersona // knj x f.reader // college!au, brother’s best friend!au, s2l // 🥵

📝 When your brother bails on you, you have to find another way to entertain yourself for the night and Kim Namjoon just so happens to be a great company.

🗨️ This was the most perfect, pure masterpiece of fucking gold writing 🤌🏾🥵 it is insanely filthy, so deliciously smutty!! Like I think my soul has left my body 🥵 the writing, story and the characters were brilliant ✨ this is hands down one of my new favorites and I WILL read this again soon, I promise you! Don’t sleep on this sweet bad boy Namjoon, okay 🥵 such an easy recommendation for me to make - do yourself a favor and read it if you haven’t (and if you have, then read it again!) ♥️💯

⭐Love Language 💯 by @rmnamjoons // knj x f.reader // soulmate!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Exactly one year before one meets their soulmate, their love’s first words spoken to them appear as a tattoo on their wrist. When Namjoon’s tattoo appears, however, it’s not of words, but of the most beautiful set of eyes he’s ever seen.

🗨️ I know that most of this was just pure smut, but damn it was cute 😭🥺💖

Yoongi

⭐Oh, darling! [series; ongoing] 💯 by @yoongiofmine // myg x f.reader // university!au, non idol au, professor!yoongi, student!reader // 🥰🌩️🥵

🗨️ Holy fucking shit 🥵🫣😳 I am speechless. My soul have left my body 🥵 it’s so good! ‘Kay bye 🫣 There’s only one chapter left!!!

⭐The Road Not Taken [series; ongoing] by @prodagustd // myg x f.reader // Brother’s best friend, pinning, lawyer!Yoongi x actress!reader // 🥰🌩️🥵

📝 This doesn’t have a summary, so here my take: it’s about OC’s pining for her brother’s best friend, Yoongi. Her life is quite messy, but her love for Yoongi has always stayed the same through all the years and hardship. He just doesn’t see her as anything other than his best friend’s sister (or does he???).

🗨️ I really like the back story in this so far, and damn, I feel like OC’s life is just a mangled puzzle of lies. Like she hasn’t found her thing yet, or what makes her truly happy in life 🥺 Only the first chapter is out, but it’s already good!🌸❤️

Jimin

⭐Exhaust by @jungk0oksthighs // pjm x f.reader // breakups, rebound sex - frenemies to ??? // 🥵

📝 Stuck in the middle of nowhere with a dead cell, you were overjoyed to see another car pull up to the rescue. However when the owner of that car knocked on your window, you were faced with the one person you once vowed you never wanted to see ever again. Park Jimin.

🗨️ It was too good 😭 and it says part 1 of 4 but I can’t find other parts to it 😭 gosh, it’s still good and the open ending is fine with a one shot, but damn I want more! 😂 I have questions that I want answers to, more stuff than I want to see unfold 🫣 but alas, it works fine as a standalone, and it was a good read ♥️

⭐Wait for Me 💯 by @jiminniethemarshmallow // pjm x f.reader // established relationship, pwp // 🥵

📝 This one doesn’t have a summary, but it’s about Jimin just wanting to fuck OC, but she has homework – it’s just really good pwp!

🗨️ This 🥵 OMG! If you value dirty talk, this one is definitely for you! ♥️ The smut was perfection and Jimin was just such a tease 😜💯

⭐Sleepless Night by @kwanisms // pjm x f.reader // cheating!au, work!au, coworker!Jimin // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 Y/N’s first business trip was supposed to be easy. She and her co-worker, Jimin, were to deliver a presentation for a client then return to the airport to catch a flight home but no one expected a blizzard to roll in. After having their flight cancelled Christmas Eve due to the storm, Y/N and Jimin are forced to share the only remaining hotel room with one king size bed.

🗨️ I think I’ve read this before – It’s really good. Although I’m not really into cheating!aus, I found it a good read 🙂

⭐Something Sweet by @moni-logues // pjm x f.reader // established relationship, pwp, tattoo artist!Jimin // 🥵🥰

📝 You've had a frustratingly slow day at the cafe and Jimin has had a no-show. There's only one thing for it, and that's to get busy yourselves.

🗨️ This was sweet and smutty and also hilarious (something happens that I won’t spoil). It’s a good read ❤️‍🔥

⭐Worth the Wait by @noona-la-la-la // pjm x f.reader // idol!au, virgin!Jimin, soft and romantic smut // 🥵🥰

📝 You aren’t sure why your boyfriend Jimin has taken things so slowly but you are now finally ready to have your first night together.

🗨️ This was actually really sweet, how Jimin wanted the night to be special 🥹

⭐The Bucket List, Prologue by @jeonggukingdom // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 Friday nights at the club are a common routine for you and your boyfriend but when you decided to go out that night with your usual group of friends, you had no idea Mina would tipsily confess to him the existence of a sexual bucket list you both made when you were still in college. And you sure as hell did not expect for your boyfriend to propose to help you fulfil every single wish written on that old piece of paper as soon as he got his hands on it.

🗨️ Holy fucking shit 🥵 🫣 this was so incredibly good, the smut was superb, and the promise of the the bucket list was just so enticing! The only thing I didn’t like, is that this is the only part there is 🤣 but as a discontinued series, this has brilliant potential, and it also works just fine as a one-shot (which is why I’m recommending it 😉).

Jungkook

⭐When the End Comes [series; ongoing] 💯 by @oddinary4bts // jjk x f.reader // breakup!au, slice of life!au, photographer!Jungkook x lawyer!reader // 🌩️🌩️🌩️🥵

🗨️ This is a sequel to ‘The Forgotten Spaces’, which was just *chef’s kiss* 😘This has a lot, and I mean A LOT more angst in it – but it is worth it! I cannot describe how much I genuinely adore this couple with all my heart, I just want them to be happy! There’s only one chapter left of the series. The sequel is heart wrenchingly beautiful, it truly is. When you read it, stock up on tissues before hand 😉💜

⭐Stretch You Out 💯 by @chateautae // jjk x knj x f.reader // college!au, s2f2l, gym employee!namjoon, gym employee!jungkook // 🥵🥰

📝 You have a plan for your crappy, diabolical ex who’s set on ruining your life; making him jealous by snagging a raunchy photo with two hot employees at the gym. what you didn’t have a plan for? befriending the mischievous pair to aid in your revenge and ending up underneath not just one, but both of them.

🗨️ Holy fucking shit 🥵 🫣 this was so exceptionally good! So deliciously filthy, it really delivered on every freaking aspect 💯 incredible 👏🏾 perfection 👏🏾 💎

I feel like I haven’t read that much this month – which is understanding because I’ve been writing a lot. But gosh, I miss reading all of the amazing stories out there and my reading list is still hella long 😂 I am moving in the beginning of October, so I don’t know how much I’ll get to read (or write for that matter), but I hope I’ll have some time here and there 😀

Borahae 💜

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kookslastbutton · 10 months

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Too Late to Dream ༓ jjk (m)┃ch. V

Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader

AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 3,342

Warnings: 8-year age gap, mentions of professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), jk has milk obsession, oc injured, both lonely :(, mommy issues, lots of family drama/in-laws, fighting, pent-up issues/desires, jk has daddy issues, jk being good hubby to oc

Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, It Will Rain, Heaven+

A/N: I've heard the requests and I think it's time to fulfill them–how did they get together?! Yes, it's here and I'm excited to finally share! Also, yes this took up whole chapter so a tiny break from present-day stuff but we'll be back at it next chapter. 💞

<< ch. IV ༓ ch. Vl >> | series masterlist

Before marrying you, Jungkook had the same routine. He got up, showered, brushed his teeth, put work clothes on, grabbed breakfast, and ran out the door with twenty minutes to spare. Trying to find a parking spot at 7 a.m. at the university was no joke and he had to leave early or some college kid would take the last spot and not think twice.

His night routine was similar. Jungkook finished the day between 5 and 6 pm, slowly regretting he ever agreed to teach evening classes. He’d kick off his shoes, eat dinner, grade some of his student’s papers if needed, brush his teeth again, and went to bed.

It was a constant cycle and with no one around, not even a pet, Jungkook’s life was fairly quiet and systematic. Sometimes his buddies would come over on the weekend for a couple of hours and that surely rocked his world.

But that wouldn’t happen often during the school season due to his ridiculously packed teaching schedule. The most recent person he’d hang around during those months was Taehyung and if he wasn’t free, Jungkook would spend his time at the grocery store–stocking up on milk.

4 years ago

“That was two weeks ago man,” Jungkook says, pushing a cart with five-gallon jugs of milk to his car. He’s on the phone with Taehyung who's reminiscing about the grand opening of the new art exhibit and how “lovely” it was to meet you there.

Jungkook doesn’t need reminding though.

He clearly remembers seeing you there and Taehyung happily making a complete fool of him once he found out who you were. Thankfully you hadn’t seemed to mind too much since you and Taehyung soon moved on to discuss various art theories, masterpieces, and underrepresented artists.

“You didn't have to stay y'know.” If Jungkook didn't know any better he'd think Taehyung was salty. "You could've left at 8 pm like you planned. __ and I would have been fine."

Jungkook winces hearing the man's argument. He did think about going home at 8, but it unsettled him to leave you alone with Taehyung. His colleague was enjoying himself a little too much that night and there’s no telling what he’d do or say when he’s overly comfortable.

Jungkook had to stay until you left.

"Are you kidding me? Leaving you unsupervised would've been the worst idea after all your endless blubbering." Jungkook pops the trunk of his car, stuffing the jugs of milk inside. "God knows what you'd scar __ with."

On the other line, Taehyung smirks through the speaker. "No, that's not it......you weren't going to leave me alone with a woman, an attractive one at that."

Jungkook grabs the last jug of milk, slamming it on the floorboard. "Student, and stop talking about her like that. She's my stu—"

"Say student one more time and I'm going to take all your milk and give it to Yoongi hyung's cats."

"I swear to god, Taehyung, if you touch my milk I'm never going to another art museum or wine tasting with you again." Jungkook is very protective of his dairy products.

"That's okay. I don't need you when __ says she'll be happy to go with me sometime." Smug bastard, Jungkook thinks. There's no way you said that.

"That's bull Taehy—"

"Look she's in her masters and is literally eight years younger than you. It's not that serious so stop acting like she's fresh out of high school. Besides, you said it yourself, she's not a child."

Jungkook grunts, shoving the cart into the others. "She's a young lady who happens to be enrolled in the school. As faculty, we have no business thinking or talking about her outside those terms."

"For fucksake, Kook. You always make things so complicated!" Taehyung's baritone voice cracks through the speaker. "I'm just trying to get you to admit that you're into her some way or another. How many other students have I stayed to talk to and you couldn't give a—"

Just then a loud, high-pitch screech interrupts the call. Jungkook whips his head around immediately. He doesn't spot anything at first but a string of profanities remains audible in the distance.

"Jungkook, are you okay?"

"Yeah, but someones screaming and I can't tell where it's coming from." Jungkook walks around the grocery parking lot, eyes darting left and right. "Oh shit!"

There, near the bus stop, you lay on your side with your right leg stretched out and blood running from your temple. You try getting up but you fall right back down, cursing sharply.

"Taehyung I gotta go, it's __. I don't know what happened but she's laying by the bus stop and I think she needs help!" Jungkook shuts his phone and races to where you lay. He kneels next to you with sheer horror on his face. "__, what happened? What can I do?"

"Damn college boys, Dr. Jeon," you spit, dragging your leg up as far as you can. You reach for your bag which had flung about a foot away when you crashed. "So fucking eager to get off the bus and—oh damn that hurts like a bitch!"

"What hurts?" Jungkook lunges forward to catch your torso from slamming on the hard concrete. "Stay still okay? We need to get you to the hospital."

"I'm all set, but thanks. It'll likely heal in a day."

Jungkook shakes his head and wraps an arm under your back and legs. "Can you put your arms around my neck?"

"Dr. Jeon, I appreciate what you're doing but I don't want to go to the hospital. Please."

You're serious. No trace of bluffing or even simply trying to act tough. You really don't want to go.

"You need to be checked by a doctor sweetheart," Jungkook insists. "Whatever happened has made it so you can't walk. C'mon, my car is nearby and I'll drive you over."

"No, wait!" He feels you push against his chest.

"__. I'm not leaving you without making sure you didn't break a bone or something. I don't want to make things worse but you don't look so hot right now. So please, let me take you." Jungkook lifts you up when you give a barely consenting yes.

"You sprained your ankle pretty bad hun." Dr. Kim Seokjin draws your attention to the X-ray scan. "Second degree." He points to the visual of your partially torn ligament. "There's going to be a lot of swelling so you're gonna need to stay off your foot for at least 4 weeks."

"Do I have to stay here?" is your first question.

"For the first couple of weeks, we strongly advise—yes." Dr. Kim moves on to the next X-ray scan. "You also cracked a rib which will also take about 4 weeks to heal, or more. Of course you're head has suffered a mild concussion as well but it's very mild thankfully." Dr. Kim catches sight of Jungkook next to you, staring at the scans. "You're wife's going to be okay," he says mid-diagnoses.

"We're not—" you start to say but Dr. Kim continues talking.

"Wife, girlfriend, lover, what have you. The point is, much of what we have here will recover with a month of rest, ice, and elevation." He takes a pen from his pocket and starts jotting down something on paper. "I recommend two weeks here for moderation purposes. If things look good, you finish the healing at home. Still, be careful though, no funny business."

The blank looks on both your faces tell Dr. Kim he wasn't clear enough. "Yah, my filters going to die with you two doe-eyed deer. No funny business means no sex!"

"Oh god!" You outburst, mortified by the thought. Jungkook whips his head to your slack-jawed expression. "Dr. Kim, it's not like that between us."

The older man suddenly zeros in on your professor, eyes narrowing slightly. "What's the matter son? Having trouble getting it up?"

Jungkook jolts in his seat, startled by the crass response. "I—no, what? There's nothing wrong with my—"

"We're not together!" You shout before Jungkook's sentence finishes. "We're friends." Saying that your professor brought you here sounded a little odd for some reason, especially when Dr. Kim was already convinced you two were a thing.

"Mhm sure, heard the same thing from my wife before we went off and eloped." Dr. Kim treads to the door. If he has a dime for how many times he's heard that "we're friends" bs he'd be...well, he's already rich so never mind. "Let's move on to something more productive now, like getting __ settled in a room. The sooner she starts the healing process, the sooner she can be good as new again."

"Thank you Dr. Kim," Jungkook says, slowly standing up to stroll you and your wheelchair out of the room. You didn't like it but the nurses insisted you be in one to keep pressure off your muscles.

"Yeah yeah." Dr. Kim waves him off. "Just remember what I said, no funny business. Especially here at the hospital. You don't know how many times I've heard the nurses catching their patients on top of one another at 2 am in the morning. That better not be you two, whoever you are to each other."

"Yes, doctor." You both reply, thankful of the fact that neither of you are in any position to be looking at each other.

"Is there any way I can be here for less than two weeks?" Jungkook watches as you plead with the nurse. It worries him that you're still anxious to avoid medical attention.

"I'm afraid not," the nurse says simply. "If you need anything, press the call button and I'll be in as soon as I can."

Once the nurse leaves, Jungkook pulls up a chair next to your bed. "Stupid question but how are you feeling?"

"I'm in an ankle brace, my rib burns, and my head is still dizzy. I'm trapped in the hospital for two weeks and all because a bunch of nineteen-year-old boys couldn't wait to hit up some frat party," you groan, not bearing in mind your tongue. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this Dr. Jeon."

"You didn't drag me into anything __. I'm glad I was there when this happened and I'm even more glad that you're here, getting help." Jungkook clears his throat before continuing. "Even if it isn't ideal for you."

You ignore the subtle pry for information. "Please, Dr. Jeon. You don't have to stay any longer. It's the weekend and I'm sure you have plans."

Jungkook gives a faint smile. "So, you're saying this is none of my business?"

"No, not—not at all. I mean if you want to stay then I guess you can but I don't want you to feel obligated or anything."

"I want to be here," Jungkook says simply. "But you know that's not what I meant. I'd like to know why it bothers you when anyone tries to help you...if I may."

"Just habit," you mumble quickly, averting eye-contact. It's not your professor's job to bear the weight of your problems.

Jungkook nods in reply, pretending you gave a satisfactory explanation. He wishes you'd tell him but if you didn't want to share more then that was your choice —he wasn't going to force you. "I understand." He grabs his phone from his pocket and rests his elbows on his knees. "Are you hungry?"

"Huh?" You look back at him, his question going right over your head.

"I asked if you're hungry. It's about dinner time so I can get you something if you want. I also have a bunch of milk in my trunk that needs to get to a fridge. But I can place the order now and pick it up in my way back here."

"Milk in your trunk?" Is the only words you repeat, dumbfounded. "Like chocolate milk or...?"

"Nah, Whole Milk." Jungkook grins at your scrunched up face. You try to hide it but not very well. "Don't look so disgusted. Milk is good for you."

"Yeah when you're ten years old."

"On the contrary!" You flinch when his voice rises, along with his eyebrows. "Milk has a lot of health benefits as adults. It has thirteen essential nutrients and helps maintain muscle and bone strength. I drink at least two full glasses a day, if not more."

"I'm sorry but that's nasty." You shudder at the thought of drinking milk in your twenties let alone your thirties. "You really enjoy it? The taste?"

"Yup, always have since a baby! Loved it so much that my mother-" You raise an eyebrow to which he abruptly switches topics. "Anyway, do you want me to pick you up something or no?"

You giggle, a little uncomfortable with whatever he was about to disclose to you.

"That's okay, no thanks."

"You sure? Otherwise I'm gonna be eating in front of you." Jungkook knows how this sounds — he's trying to force you to eat. But the truth is, he just doesn't want to eat by himself tonight. He also doesn't want to leave you alone this early, especially when you obviously detest being here, for whatever reason.

"I'm sure," you say. "But...if you want to come back you can. Not like I have anything to do anyway."

"Good then." Pleased, Jungkook opens up his phone contacts. "Give me you're number in case you change your mind while I'm out."

Over the next couple of weeks, Jungkook continues to stay by your side. He leaves to teach his classes of course and to go home late at night, but he stops by every day—hours at a time.

You keep insisting that he not come so much but he always makes the same excuses. "I just brought food" or "You're on my way home from the university". Sometimes he brings in class notes too.

Due to your current predicament, you're missing a lot of content so Jungkook thinks it best to go over key principles with you and takeaways from his lectures. He says it's his duty as a professor–never minding the fact that many of his other students are in a predicament of their own yet he’s not bothering to do jack for them.

"Look Dr. Jeon, I appreciate what you're doing but you really don't have to. I'll be perfectly alright to catch myself up from the textbook and study guides. You don't have to keep stopping by." You try again but Jungkook keeps his wall just as strong as yours.

"I know I don't have to __. I know that I could leave right now, take all these lecture notes home with me, and not feel guilty about a thing. But I told you I was going to be here and I'm going to keep to that no matter how many times you urge me to leave. I also want you to call me Jungkook outside class but have you allowed for any of those to happen?" Jungkook tosses the folder of notes in his sachel, a loud thump following. "A simple thank you would suffice."

"I am grateful, I really am. But I never asked to be given so much of your time. I feel bad because maybe you're just one of those overly nice people who feel it's their duty to stick around or what not when someone's in trouble. I don't need to be pitied over! Also, you said I could keep calling you the usual, so Dr. Jeon it will remain!" Why you're raising your voice, you don't know but it's happening either way.

"Yeah I did," Jungkook quips, matching your tone. "But after the last, nearly two weeks I think we ought to be on a first-name basis! And I'm in no way pitying you okay? I'm here because I care dammit! I don't want you to be alone and I don't want you to be behind in getting your Masters. So I' try to be be here every day for at least fifteen minutes if not more!"

You don't fully process what he says so you reply to what you remember most. "Why? Why can't I call you Dr. Jeon? It's been that way from the start, twice every week. So why do I need to call you Jungkook all a sudden?!"

"Because it makes me feel younger, you insulted my milk after I first took you to the hospital, we've been eating dinner almost every night since your injury, you told me about your childhood cat named Mr. Muttonbottom, and you just called me by my first name so there are no take backs! Now, if you're done making a fit, do you want bibimbap or jajangmyeon for dinner tonight?!"

What the actual hell? You cease your arguing at once, hearing your professor, or excuse you, Jungkook, all fluffed up. Obviously, you're not the only one high-strung over being stuck in the same routine day in, day out.

"Jajangmyeon...please," you mutter.

"Thank fuck," he swears. Yeah that's new too.

"Sorry for getting mad earlier." You mumble the words as soon as Jungkook returns with the food. "It just feels odd that you've been here all the time...you're my professor."

Jungkook mauls over your choice of words, stiffening ever so slightly. "Well, I'd like to think we're sorta friends now but alright. Does this actually bother you __? I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, you know that." He places the bag of take-out on the small desk near your bed.

"No, it's doesn't bother me." you just don't know how to react or what to say besides a measly thank you. More so, you don't want to make someone feel responsible for you...you should take care of your own shit without bringing others with you. It's not the best mindset, you're aware, but its the one you have.

"Okay good because to be completely transparent, I'm sorta here for me too. I live my myself, eat by myself, talk to myself....I do most things alone so it's nice having someone else to be around." He's not sure where to set his eyes, so he looks downward, fumbling with the napkins in front of him. "I'm making this awkward, sorry."

Feeling the strange need to offer comfort, you stretch a hand over Jungkook's arm. "I get it. It's nice having someone around too."

You and Jungkook hold each other's gaze for a few seconds more, letting the brief silence do the rest of the talking. Maybe you've been looking at this a little too one-sided.

"How are you feeling today? Any better?" Jungkook cracks open the bowl of Jajangmyeon, handing it to you with a pair of chopsticks.

You take the steamy food and gesture to your ankle which has swollen down a good amount. "Still more healing to be done but it's better."

Jungkook hums in approval. "That's comforting to hear. Dr. Kim going to discharge you soon?"

"Yeah, I think so. A few more days and he said I should be able to rest up at home."

"Really?" He chews on his bottom lip. "Well great, uhm , do you have stuff going on when you get back?"

You think a moment, trying to recollect if you made plans with Na-Rae. "Maybe some but not much. I don't have a ton of people around me right now either...down here I mean."

"Well, do you wanna go out to dinner then?" Jungkook pops the question more causal than expected. It's almost like he planned this or at least has been thinking about it for a bit. "We've been eating together for a while now and I think it might be a nice celebratory thing."

"Are you asking me on a date...Jungkook?" Because it defiantly sounds like he is, as indirect as it may be.

His reply is barely audible but you hear it and for the first time, your professor sounds truly timid. "Uh, well...let's go with "hang out", like friends do."

A/N: so yeah, thats how they got together 👀😅 anyone surprised? Thinking about a drabble for thier first date now haha. Anyway, next chapter we get back to present day stuff where more drama goes down. Also, adding a chapter bc this flashback took the whole chapter lol. Lmk your thoughts 💞

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bangtanloverboys · 1 year

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ice burns // myg

summary - tired of yoongi constantly one upping you, you finally snap, challenging him to a duel. . . in the middle of class. only in the afterwards of your mutual destruction of the classroom do you learn that maybe, just maybe, he’s not as bad as you thought

pairing - academic rival!yoongi x teachers pet!reader

genre - fluff; wizard 101 au

word count - 3.3k

warnings - dip’s made up lore, yoongi is a bit mean, academic rivals >>>

guide - thaumaturgy = ice magic, necromancy = death magic, theurgy = life magic

author’s note - again, yes they have last names for reasons

the seven schools of ravenwood masterlist

You hated Yoongi Iceblood.

There was nothing much to it. He was stuck up, rude, entitled, and a know-it-all. And not to mention that last name, ugh. Iceblood. His family came from a long line of thaumaturges, claiming to be taught by the Ice Giants themselves in the Days Before. Then to just rub it in further, he had chosen Death as his secondary school. One of the most reserved and harshest classes. Yoongi had been named well.

And it angered you more than anything.

Your rivalry with Yoongi started years before either of you were even old enough to attend Ravenwood. Back when the streets of Wizard City were safe to walk on alone. Down in the cold, snowy roads of Colossus Boulevard.

It was a surprisingly nice day, considering it was winter year round on the boulevard. You remember the sun shining through the ever present grey clouds, causing the snow to glitter in the light. Your mother allowed you to play outside for the day, your older siblings had just started school and needed quiet in the house whilst they did their homework. You spent hours walking through the beaten path of the lower part of the street, so you began to head upwards.

Small, squished apartments turned into lavished homes the closer you got to the castle. No king or queen resides in it, no. But it was home to many government officials and their families. This was where you met Yoongi for the first time.

Looking at the many houses in awe, you were not paying attention to what was in front of you, leading you to walk straight into Yoongi. Both of you fell into the snow with an ‘oof’. Pushing yourself up, you looked at the young boy you had crashed into. Snow clinging to his blue hair and white robes, judging from the style alone, it didn’t take an idiot to realize you’d crashed into one of the more affluent wizards. You opened your mouth to apologize, but he cut you off before you could say a word.

“Watch where you’re going, snowpig!”

The apology died on your tongue. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he sneered as he stood up on his feet.

“Well maybe you should watch where you’re going!” Admittedly, it was your fault, but to insult you so brazenly? No, you wouldn’t have it.

The blue haired boy gaped in shock, but before he could retort, a voice called out his name, summoning him home. Yoongi, as you learned, narrowed his eyes on you. But he said nothing as he disappeared into one of the nicest houses on the block.

You never thought you would see him again. That it was simply a one off encounter and you would never see the likes of him ever again. But you thought wrong, and you couldn’t have felt more stupid for thinking otherwise. Despite your different social standings, both of you came from families of thaumaturges. His family only ever enrolled in only Ice for their primary school, whilst your family was a mix of having the subject as a primary or secondary.

The moment you walked into Professor Greyrose’s novice class, his eyes fell on you, narrowing. You turned your head away to ignore him, wanting to purely focus on class and learning thaumaturgy. Yoongi, on the other hand, did not plan on doing the same.

“I didn’t know they allowed snowpigs at Ravenwood.” Laughter roared from the students that surrounded him as heat rose to your cheeks in anger. “How long do you think they’ll last? I bet they wouldn’t even make it past the first lesson.”

It was then and there when you vowed to yourself that no matter what, you would best Yoongi Iceblood.

Where he chose necromancy as his secondary, you chose theurgy. Not a challenging self taught class like Death, but just difficult seeing how Ice was as far from Life as possible. When he learned a new spell, you made sure to advance by two more.

It wasn’t a secret, by any means. Yoongi had caught on, and he fought back twice as hard. As the years passed, the entirety of Ravenwood knew, placing bets on who would earn the highest marks on each passing test. Both of you remained at the top of the class, as whenever one of you managed to advance, the other would catch right back up.

Which leads you to today; Professor Greyrose was asking for a demonstration for the Ice Wyvern. As expected, both you and Yoongi stood up, raising your hands. You smiled as the half-fairy selected you. Standing up, you raised your want and closed your eyes. You’d been practicing the spell for ages in your dormitory, and last night finally the creature came to your call. You drew out the symbol of Ice in the air, focusing all your energy in bringing forth the wyvern once more. With the mastery of that spell, you’d be ahead of Yoongi once again (he’d jumped ahead of you a few weeks prior).

The pressure was on, you had to do this.

You knew you could do it.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the familiar chill of ice running through your veins.

Then the worst happened.

The Ice symbol that was floating in the air shattered, tiny bits of broken magic fell to the ground in a sparkly mess.

A fizzle.

Professor Greyrose smiled at you sadly, but before she could even thank you for the attempt, Yoongi stood up from his seat.

“Oh please.” With a wave of his wand, the symbol appeared in the air once again. Instead of fizzling, it glowed brighter as the Ice Wyvern formed in the air above. He made it look as easy, like it was nothing but a Frost Beetle he was summoning. The wyvern floated in the air above for a few moments before vanishing, a smug look written all over his face.

You didn’t know what came over you, but you raised your wand again, this time directed straight at Yoongi.

“Get down!” Someone shouted as an Ice Serpent jumped from your wand and spat at Yoongi. The force of the serpent’s icey venom threw him back against the wall, knocking down one of the shields that lined the room.

You couldn’t believe you just did that. Before you could manage to stutter out an apology (or Greyrose to get you to stop), you met Yoongi’s eyes and a shiver was sent through you, even though by now you are far too used to the cold.

He summoned his own serpent, casting it back at you. But instead of spitting at you, the creature wrapped its scaly body around you, squeezing you tight until it faded away, leaving you a bit breathless.

You’d like to say at this part you conceded, stopping the duel right then and there and accepting whatever punishment Professor Greyrose deemed fit. However, you can’t say that. Cold anger flowed through your veins. You’ve grown used to the effects of ice magic on your body for years now, but this was something you had never felt before. Pinpricks poked and prodded at your every nerve as you waved your wand and stormy grey clouds appeared in the center of the ceiling.

Blizzard.

“Everyone take cover!” Professor Grey rose shouted, everyone jumping underneath their desks. Your fellow students yelped and cowarded as four loud thunderous booms echoed in the small building, shaking the ground with each hit. Then it all went quiet. Not even the ever present bubbling of the ice potion was heard.

Slowly, you peered out from above your desk. The blue shields that lined the sides of the classroom had fallen to the ground, beant and or broken. The black boards snapped into near splinters. It was a mere miracle that the desks were even still standing!

“Frostthorn! Iceblood!” You flinched at the sound of Greyrose’s shrill voice. Both you and Yoongi rose to your feet, neither of you saying a word. You kept your eyes focused on the ground, ashamed of yourself. “You are my best students and I- I cannot believe this! Dueling! In the middle of class! I just-” She flitted about before settling down on her desk, folding her arms. “Both of you will clean this mess up. I want my classroom looking back as it was. No magic! Understand?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Yes, Professor Greyrose.”

“Now, the rest of you, class is dismissed.” The other adept thaumaturges quickly gathered their things (or what was left of them) before scattering out the front door. Professor Greyrose looked down at the two of you once again, shaking her head. “I am very disappointed.” With that, she flew out the door.

Neither you or Yoongi moved for a moment, standing in the aftermath of your destruction. Silently, you started picking up the larger bits of broken wood and metal, wanting to get it out of the way first. Yoongi followed soon after you, moving towards the broken blackboards. The two of you are in a silent agreement to not speak at all as you cleaned up the class, leaving you to stew in your thoughts. You couldn’t help but feel foolish. You allowed yourself to let your anger get the best of you. You’re an Ice Wizard, for goodness sake, have the same great patience as the mighty glaciers.

“You know. . .” Yoongi was the one to speak first after nearly two hours of cleaning.

“I don’t want to hear it, Iceblood.”

He scoffed at your retort. “I was simply going to say that if we were following proper duel etiquette, you won.”

“But because we weren’t, I suppose you were victorious?”

“No, because I wasn’t following it either. We both lost.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. After so many years of Yoongi’s taunts and belittling you, to hear him admitting that you had bested him in a duel (proper or not), you felt pride swelling up in your chest. “Oh? So does that mean you finally think I’m better than you?”

“What?” He dropped the wooden board he was holding. “No. No! I wasn’t saying that! If we actually followed the rules of combat, you would’ve won. You did cast Blizzard.”

“Right. . . I did. . .”

He furrowed his brows at you. “Did you not mean to?”

“I’ve. . . never cast it. I only managed Ice Wyvern last night,” you confessed.

“You’re. . . that’s impressive.”

You eyed him strangely, wondering how or why Yoongi was suddenly so amiable to you after so many years. “Thank you.” You thought that would be the end of the conversation, but he spoke up again.

“If you want, maybe we could study together. Give each other tips, help hone our skills.”

“You want to study? Together?” This had to be a dream, there was no way Yoongi Iceblood was offering to be study buddies with you.

“You have a lot of potential, that’s all!” He clarified, his voice cracking slightly. “It would be a waste of your talents, teaching yourself.”

You pondered his offer for a moment, before nodding. “I suppose it would also be fair for me to beat you on even ground.”

Yoongi scoffed as he walked over to you, his hand extended outwards. “You’re on then.”

You eyed his hand cautiously before taking it. “May the best wizard win.”

By the time Professor Greyrose returned, the classroom was near back to normal. Unfortunately, because of your informal duel and destruction of school property, you both were suspended from class for the next few days. You were obviously distraught at the thought of missing classes, but Yoongi told you it was fair punishment. Besides, you could come visit him at his house to study and catch up together.

So that was where you spent the next few days, in Yoongi’s frozen castle, located not far from Wizard City. You were shocked to learn he didn’t live on campus with other students, but he’d admitted to you (a bit shyly too) that he’d never lived in the dorms. His parents did not want him to mingle with others and have complete privacy whilst he studied.

The first time you visited, you were in complete awe of it all. It was a frozen wonderland, with a large tower serving as his home. But the real site to behold was the two stone statues of a Dragon and Ice Giant facing off in battle that stood on the other side of the floating island

“You’re the first person I've invited over,” he told you as you approached his in-house library. Dozens of books lined the walls; topics ranging from types of magic to crafting to the history of all the worlds in the spiral. It was an impressive collection.

“I’m honored, but let’s get to it. Shall we?”

When your suspension was lifted, your class was shocked to see you both engaged in friendly conversation, smiling and laughing as if you hadn’t been dueling each other a mere few days ago. Word spread like wildfire, soon enough the whole of Ravenwood had heard of your’s and Yoongi’s odd acquaintance (you wouldn’t dare say friends)(at least not yet).

Even afterwards, you and Yoongi continued to work together and study for the upcoming exam, where you would move from the adept thaumaturge class to the magus class. You were nervous to say the least, having struggled a lot with some of the coursework, regardless of Yoongi’s help.

Then there was the matter of your new acquaintance in general. You knew he was smart, but you never knew exactly how smart. His family had taught him loads about thaumaturgy in theory, but never in practice, which is how he fell short of some spells. So most of your study sessions had been him telling you bits of information and helpful tips on remembering them.

Factoring all that in while studying for the adept final exam, you’ve never felt more nervous. Never before had you both been on even ground before. What if everything he’d told you was a lie and caused you to flunk the class? What if you had to start the whole class over again? Why was he so nice to you? Why did he always smile and congratulate you anytime you successfully cast a spell? And why did his words stir butterflies in your stomach each time without fail?

You don’t know when it happened but at some point, you stopped caring about being better than Yoongi. Your study sessions no longer came about from wanting to work on even ground, to beat him hard and true through hard work. But suddenly became actually wanting to be around him, to work with him, to help each other and better each other instead of just yourself.

“You alright there?” Yoongi asked, pulling you out from your thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“You’ve been staring at History of the Ice Guardian for the past ten minutes?”

You blinked down at the open book in front of you. He was right, you hadn’t moved on from that page in Spiral knows how long. “Sorry, my mind is a bit elsewhere, I guess.”

“Nervous about the exam?”

“That and many other things?” You huffed, shutting the book. “But mainly the exam, I just don’t want to fail miserably.”

“You won’t. You’ve worked hard. You’ve got this.”

“You know, I don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to you encouraging me,” you admitted, chuckling awkwardly. “For so long, all I wanted was to be better than you and to have you on my side, it feels like I’m missing a reason to do this. . .”

He didn’t say anything, causing you to look up at him curiously. He was gnawing on his lower lip. “What if we had a little friendly competition like I don’t know. . . a wager?”

“A wager?”

“Yeah, like say if I get higher marks, you have to pay for my ice cream.”

“We’re getting ice cream?” You asked.

He gave a vague shrug. “Yeah, little reward for us after studying so hard. I get ice cream after every exam.”

“And if I get higher marks?”

“Then I’ll buy your ice cream.”

You thought over his offer for a moment before holding out his hand. “You got yourself a deal, Iceblood.”

The day of the exam came around and you couldn’t stop fidgeting; you’d pick at your robes, twist the rings around your fingers, anything to help settle your nerves. Noticing your nervousness, Yoongi (who’d moved to sit next to you in class now) placed a hand over yours, giving it a squeeze.

“You got this.”

“Thanks. Good luck.”

He winked as Professor Greyrose handed you both your exams, allowing you to start.

Throughout the exam, you felt as if you were going to be sick. Writing out the answer, scratching it out then rewriting it out because you were right the first time. Sure you’ve been nervous taking tests before, but never before had there felt like such high stakes (it was ice cream, why were you so stressed?).

Once the last of the exams had been turned in, Professor Greyrose dismissed the class, saying results would be posted in three days’ time. So for three, long grueling days, you waited. Yoongi didn’t appear nearly as stressed as you, chuckling as you all but ran towards Ravenwood.

“Relax! The results aren’t going anywhere.”

“How can you tell me to relax? This was the adept final exam! I can’t fail this term, I just can’t!”

“And you’re not going to!” Yoongi said as you walked through the tunnel. “I told you, you’ve got this.”

“Sorry, I just. . . haven’t been this stressed before.”

“What? You’re worried about spending some extra gold coins on ice cream?” He raised a brow at you.

“No it’s just. . . I don’t know.”

“No, tell me.”

With a sigh, you stopped walking. “We’re on even ground. You know everything I know and I know everything you know. What if I’m actually not that good. . .”

“Nonsense, you got this far by yourself, didn’t you?” You nodded. “Then you shouldn’t have anything to worry about. You’re a good thaumaturge, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Yoongi.”

“Now come on, let’s see who’s buying ice cream.” With that, he took you by the hand and you continued walking through the tunnel, towards the School of Ice. Already a group of people had gathered outside the door, eager to see their results. As the two of you approached, your classmates whispered amongst themselves. Their voices might’ve been low, but you could see the way they looked between your entwined hands and the posting on the door.

Oh dear.

Releasing Yoongi’s hand, you pushed your way to the front, ignoring the heat growing up against your cheeks as you could feel everyone’s eyes as you pushed through the crowd. Your eyes flickered to the top of the page scanning the name that received the highest test score.

It was your name.

Written above Yoongi’s.

You could feel him standing beside you. “I believe a congratulations are in order,” he said, holding out his hand. You took it, shaking it gently. “Congrats, I told you you could do it.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out. Instantly you cringed at your words, dropping his hand.

He looked at you, puzzled. “What are you sorry for? You earned that score, fair and square.”

“For running into you. . . and for dueling you in the middle of class, it was. . . it was stupid. And I’m sorry.”

“Oh. . .” He nodded, remembering that first ever encounter all those years ago. “I’m sorry for calling you a snowpig. That was. . . I shouldn’t have done that. It was mean, and I was mean to you. You had every right to challenge me.”

It was weird how light you felt after that. But it felt good. “I hope that means you’re not gonna go easy on me from now on. I’m still determined to best you!” You poked him in the shoulder.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he responded. “Now come on, I believe I owe you ice cream.”

“I believe you do,” you said as you linked your arm with his, heading towards the nearest food shack.

Maybe Yoongi Iceblood wasn’t that bad after all.

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cherrysoulth · 1 year

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💕Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Smut, Alternative relationships, University AU

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 5762

⚠️chapter warnings: Smut, explicit smut, Bondage (dominant-sub dinamics, spanking, semi-public sex, voyeur.) Non-sexual dominance.

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A/N: Hii! Did you stumble across this work? Glad you're here 😊 Please, let me know your thoughts once you are finished. Feedback keeps me motivated to write 😁

This is a paralel one-shot to a comming series The library (when I finish one of the 7 in master list.)

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

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While the professor pulled the upper board down to keep writing, you saw a phone sneak over your shoulder with the screen on. Shifting your sight from your notes, you took a glance at it and had to suppress a scream. The giggle that escaped your friend’s throat and blasted in your head to make you do exactly the same, as she hid her phone away, was the snitch of your mischief.

He turned around and his dark beautiful doe eyes fixed on you. Eyebrow warning for a required silence, then he went back to writing and you bit your lower lip, nervously. Then a little ball of paper passed over your head and landed on your desk.

‘Let’s meet up after the classes.’ The clear and almost calligraphic hangul belonged to Yoongi. You looked behind with an eyebrow raised before picking your phone to write in it. He’d messaged you the exact same phrase but you had been too focused, then distracted, to acknowledge it.

As you typed the emoji, a shadow towered over your desk and took the light coming from the ceiling. You stopped typing straight away but you dragged your eyes from his thighs and crotch until you met your teacher’s eyes.

“A word.” he demanded and moved away walking towards the door as you stood from your place to walk there too. He waited with the door open for you to step outside and then locked the door behind himself. He then looked at each side of the hallway before pushing your back against the wall next to the door, towering you with his whole body. “Such a good student with such bad behaviour,” he whispered and then tisk-tisked his tongue, which made your skin crawl and your slick wet immediately. If it was Yoongi you would have fallen obediently to your knees after that sound. Mr. Jeon leaned towards your ear, “Thank the fact that we are in the middle of a lesson.” The smirk you felt on his words, made your cheeks turn red and you moisturized your lips with the tip of your tongue. His scent, the warmth of his body, and the way his position was only a threat of what he could be doing; it made your breath hitch. “Let’s go back inside and I hope you stay off your phone for the rest of the class. I don’t care that he’s the genius of the university basketball team, I can still kick his ass out of class for disturbing it,” he said, standing completely straight and making distance, not looking at you.

You didn’t even have time to compose yourself from your arousal, he simply slid the door making the room go quiet and walked to the board, waiting in silence for you to take your seat.

You made your way in, eyes not meeting Yoongi’s, whose stare you could feel like flames licking over your skin. You knew your cheeks were slightly pink and, that, he most certainly would notice. He noticed details other’s couldn’t. Bridges, voids, anything in a person’s character and actions; how they interacted with others or how they behaved when they thought they weren’t being watched. He was able to read through those little details to judge who he was dealing with. The same went down on the court and he had his gestures, stares and moves to make his team move with him when he saw his chances with the other team. They called him ace as much as they called him genius.

You could feel his eyes on you as you sat down in your place but you never gave the stare back because if he knew what you and the teacher had going on, even with the character of what you had with him, he would most probably end things with you.

Jungkook boxed, you could see him through your window in his living room, on the next building one floor above, but Yoongi's mind was scarier than muscles. You didn't really know what his reaction could be since he really seemed to act like you were more than sexual partners.

The arrangement was only on that aspect, but the way he treated you when he didn’t have you sitting on his cock without moving as he studied; told you he was at least very comfortable spending time with you. Comfortable when he fucked you against one of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his room, risking being seen by someone outside. Comfortable as he dragged ice cubes over your body, letting the cubes slide between your ass cheeks to watch the melting water drip over your lower lips as you lay on your tummy, a pawn to the casualty of his behavior.

Maybe it was all just your imagination. He had extraordinary control over himself and that was the reason why you trusted him to do non-ordinary sexual practices. Because, how could you trust someone to control you if they didn’t have control over themselves? Yoongi wasn’t sadistic but loved bondage and the adrenaline in the risk of being caught. All with a very calm attitude, so he was simply your match.

Analysing how popular the whole BDSM thing had become from not so well done novelistic material, one had to be careful on detecting predators in disguise of dominants. Not that you practised anything extreme, but things could get ugly if you chose the first instead of the second, because those would not respect your limits or your will. Thankfully, you knew what to ask and how to act to find out exactly what you were dealing with. So, the first time he suggested tying you to his bed you easily discussed the dynamics. Next time after that, he simply respected what you had previously arranged.

Just the day before he had played like a sneaky boyfriend. It wasn’t like you had previously planned it but the role play had come up very naturally. The way he entered the only-woman building like nothing and got to your floor undetected was exciting, even for you.

You had opened the door and acted like you were going to close it on him, but with some muscle he kept the door still, even when you tried to push it, without really putting an effort to do so. Then he slithered into your room, closing the door behind himself and locked it from the inside.

“Yoongi, I want to study. Can you leave?” If someone had heard you, they would have believed it, but he knew by the way you put the lid to your pen over your notebook and how you pushed your five wheeled office chair near the table that you were preparing for his next move.

He got closer to you and tried to grab you by the waist before a little smirk appeared when you moved away from him. Your serious face would tell him you really wanted him gone but he knew better for how you were getting closer to the bed as you ‘fed’ him. He then walked closer again.

“Why so grumpy?” he questioned, taking his time with the steps that led him to you. You raised your eyes and he knew by your silence the bet was up. “Uh…” he murmured and got closer, pulling you towards his body.

“Stop.” you complained, trying to pull away. He then pushed you towards the bed on your back and hovered over you starting to tickle the skin just below your ribs.

“Let’s change that pouty face,” he said as you started to fill the room with giggles. You tried to fight him off but he held your wrists at the sides of your head and you simply surrendered to his will. His teeth pulling your lower lip towards him, was only the beginning of what happened next.

You couldn’t even remember how you had managed to finish your subject and follow your study plan after the way he had fucked you into oblivion. You could still feel his teeth on you, the nibbles and the full mouth pressings. He had left one single hickey on your hip because you hadn’t played the way he wanted you to. Your groin was still kind of sore from his rough thrusts during missionary but in the moment you had simply touched the sky.

Your phone had only buzzed two times, expected from Yoongi, who wouldn’t be insistent when it came to talking. Still, you didn’t dare to look behind you. Then a small piece of paper fell onto your table.

‘Why did the teacher only call you out? He saw me with my phone too.’ He had written down. This one you couldn’t ignore. You looked at Mr. Jeon, who was still writing down and proceeded to reply.

‘I don’t know, mr. SuGa.’ That was kind of mean but you didn’t want to continue any kind of conversation. Even less if it was leading to what you thought. You folded the three finger sized paper back and put your hand over your shoulder for your friend to pass it to him. “Yoongi,” you whispered as the professor started speaking. The paper marched its way back. Seconds later it fell on your table again, perfectly basketed in your pencil case. You frowned automatically and made sure you hadn’t been caught.

‘He gives zero fucks about my team position, like most teachers. You know that already. What has he told you that you came back looking like you’d been complimented more than scolded?’ He had done his writing in a very tiny typo so you couldn’t excuse yourself with a short answer. To Jungkook, it looked like you were taking notes when he turned around to check on his class planning notebook.

‘He told me I am a good student and that I shouldn’t let boys interfere with that.’ You couldn’t tell him the truth. The paper did another travel and a new one was basketed in your case again. You turned to look at him and he was touching the corners of his lips as he gave you a glare from above but went back to taking notes.

‘Was that all?’ You felt his eyes on you again, or you were at least sure he was staring. You felt the pressure of a lie, but what were you supposed to tell him?

‘What happens if it wasn’t?’ you wrote and made the paper do the trip.

‘Depends. Especially when I know he wants in my pussy.’ his note said when you opened it and looked at the back. His lettering was sharp where he had marked ‘my’.

‘What makes you think that?’ You passed the paper to your friend. Unfortunately, Jungkook raised his eyes from the books and caught the moment your hand lowered when your friend took the note.

“Miss Nam, what is that you have in your mouth?” wondered Mr. Jeon, straightening his back and looking at her properly.

“No-Nothing.” Your friend's voice sounded kind of raspy and your eyes bulged when you realised what she’d done.

“I hope the transgression doesn't cause you indigestion.” he said, loud enough for the whole class to hear as he turned around. You wanted to slide down from your chair and let the floor swallow you.

The ten minutes left of class went on quietly but as soon as Jungkook dismissed you all, Reema made sure to pull you with her out of the class and out of both men's grasp, taking you to the nearest bathroom.

“I can’t fucking believe you have both the hot teacher and the basketball ace wanting a piece of you,” she said after checking the bathroom stalls were empty. “Well… the last one got it but… Hot teacher? Hmmm…” she growled and rolled her eyes up to her forehead. The image she was showing you during class was a sneaky one she took from the window of your room when your curtains were technically closed. He was taking off his shirt after boxing and his perfectly muscled chest showed over his grey sweat pants. “Have you had sex with him?” she suddenly wondered. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod… HAVE YOU?” she started spiralling.

“Haven’t seen any more than you have, unfortunately…” you responded.

“What then?” She sat on the counter and a girl entered to use the stall.

“The guy is hot as hell. He caught me touching myself this one time,” you whispered getting closer to her. “And he gave me orders through a message as he watched from his flat.” She shrieked in excitement. “Shhh!” you scolded.

“What else?” she wondered. The girl came out of the stall and looked at you before washing her hands with a slight blush on her cheeks since you were positioned in between your friend’s legs and very close to her face. The two of you scrunch your nose with a smirk as the girl left. “We are lesbis now.” she pronounced and you raised your shoulders not giving a damn before both of you bursted on laughter. “So what else?”

“He might have watched me and Yoongi fuck in my room last night.” you said, remembering that you had had the curtains open the whole time and how you would have sworn Jungkook’s curtains moved at some point. Her eyes bulged and she covered her mouth from an astonished smile.

The next thing she did was ask for details, which you gave her because it seemed like there had been quite a lot to catch up ever since she had been back home with her parents for the semester break.

As you two walked around speaking from A to Z you ended up in front of the gym. She pulled you in and made you sit on one of the bleachers. Yoongi was quick to spot you and give you a knowing look. One of the boys gave him a look while nodding with a smirk but he ended it by giving the guy a menacing stare, making him move out of the way and focus on the game immediately.

There you checked your phone when you felt it vibrate.

You replied to Mr. Jeon while your friend looked from your side and giggled. There was a moment you didn't notice Yoongi staring up at you as you were on your phone but as soon as the training finished, he walked up the bleachers and lowered his upper body to yours, then whispered in your ear.

"Let's go to my apartment when I'm done," he said and you suddenly remembered your conversation. You moved to meet his eyes that were sharp and dark.

"Ok. I'll wait until you're done." you whispered back. Then he bowed to you both and left.

"I mean… I totally get why both but… Girl… You've just arranged two meetings with very little time difference. Do you wanna end up in a wheelchair?" she wondered putting a hand over her chest faking to be astonished. You laughed at her comment but knew the two plans were impossible to achieve together.

"I'll have to cancel the tutoring…" you said as if you were sad.

"Oh c'mon…" she pouted. "Girl, I would rather fuck Mr. Jeon than the player… have you seen his chest? How big he his? I'm betting my ass that everything on him is big," she added shamelessly. The idea made you press your thighs together but you only giggled to her before daydreaming for a second.

By the way his muscles flexed when he punched the bag and how easily he did his push ups, you thought his stamina would probably be very good. The image of him holding your waist and slamming his against it, made your slick drop a bit in your panties. It would be hard to cancel.

"Do you want us to accompany you on our way to the apartment?" you asked as you saw Yoongi get out with his sports bag on one shoulder. You had to recognise how cool he was, over anything else. Your friend nodded.

You dropped her off at your building and left with Yoongi towards his, at the other side of the university. During the walk you could tell he was slightly tense but he didn’t say a thing about whatever was on his mind. He just walked coolly, with a straight posture and eyes fixed to the front. Until you decided to not leave it there. You suddenly moved to face him and stared straight in his eyes as he stopped.

“What?” he wondered. You felt the slight pissed off tone on his question.

“What is going on?” you asked, completely oblivious to the nature of his mood.

“What do you mean?” he decided to ask a question instead of replying, in hopes that you would leave the subject alone.

“You are pissed.” you confirmed, but he didn’t change his expression. “I wanna know why.”

“Ok…” he replied, nodding his head and finally letting his expression change to a much sharper and darker look. “Are you fucking Mr. Jeon, Rue?” The fact that he used your name instead of ‘angel’ stung a little, even if you didn’t know why.

“No.” you answered. ‘Not yet.’ your mind betrayed.

“You don’t need to lie, you know. This thing we have is supposed to be based on trust. If you just lie you are not respecting it-” he began talking.

“What makes you think I’m lying?” you fought back. He raised a brow, disliking the attitude. “I’m not lying. I haven’t fucked him, I don’t need to lie about that.” you said, more calmly.

“You just want to, then.” he didn’t ask, it was the confirmation of a thought. You suddenly felt wrong about it. “I’m not shaming you, hell knows I’m the last one to judge this stuff, but I just need you to be sincere about it. Do you want to be with him?”

“I don’t think I’m following you.” you muttered blankly.

“Do you want to date him? Only, him.” he explained.

“No. I mean, that’s not the nature of whatever is going on between me and the teacher.” you explained.

“What is it then? I’m merely curious.” he clarified.

“Are you really comfortable talking about this?” you wondered, astonished by how cool he was taking the whole thing.

“Yes, I’m not particularly insecure to be jealous or feel threatened. Also, we haven’t talked about not having other partners, so I can’t really complain. I just don’t like being played with or lied to.” he pointed out.

“Oh… Well, in that case. I don’t know. It was this one time he caught me masturbating in my room…” he frowned. “I mean, his living room has views of my room and-”

“Wait. What?” he wondered with a smirk. “Does this mean he could have seen us yesterday?” he chuckled.

“Cool, uh? I think he did.” Yoongi smirked again. “So, basically he told me to look at him and slow down. As I did, he watched while leaning over the glass of his window,” you explained. “It was hot.”

“It is hot,” he confirmed. “So, the teacher likes to watch…?” he gave you a naughty look.

“Uh oh…”

“Is he home?” he asked and you nodded. “Let’s go to your room then.” he pulled you towards his body. “We are not behaving. I’m sneaking in."

He did just that, he walked past the bedroom’s guard as you distracted her with needing a spare pen and then you walked to the staircase where he was waiting. He entered your room calmly, just as he had done the day before and you walked straight to the window to see if Mr. Jeon was matching with the sandbag, without a shirt on. When he stopped and let himself fall on his hands to start doing lift ups, you got slightly distracted. Suddenly Yoongi came from behind and pressed your body with his against the glass.

“Do you like the view?” he whispered in your ear as he pressed your lower body further with his.

“Yes, master.” His dick twitched against your asscheeks while your thoughts started clouding with want for it. He let you go suddenly and grabbing you by the nape he led you to the bed.

“Lie in the middle of it and don’t move,” he ordered. Then started to look for something in your room. He came back with four scarves and started tying you by wrists and ankles to the bed. “Remember your safe word,” he warned before doing the last knot. Then he grabbed his phone and dialled while getting near the window, leaning an elbow in it and looking at the working teacher. Suddenly Jungkook stopped and stood to pick up something from the sofa next to him. Yoongi put the call on speaker just in the moment the other person replied.

“Min Yoongi-sii, how may I help you?” the teacher replied.

“Look down. There’s something you might want to see.” he explained before hanging up.

Jungkook only took a second to gaze down to your room and then they exchanged looks before Yoongi dropped his phone and took off his jacket that allowed the white t-shirt to display his well built chest.

He then walked to the edge of the bed calmly and crawled up to your knees before pulling your skirt up to expose your prune lace panties and then did the same with your loose fitted t-shirt to expose the matching bra. He didn’t look up again because he knew that Jungkook wouldn’t take his eyes away, but you did and he was leaning against the crystal with his sweaty chest and the grey sweatpants, the image that made your walls contract around nothing.

Yoongi placed two fingers against your lips and you obediently opened your mouth but instead of introducing them in the wet cavity, he slid them down from the chin to your throat. Then he opened his hand to rest it over it, before he looked up to Jungkook with a smirk. You didn’t even tense, trusting whatever he wanted to do would not trespass your boundaries. You shifted your eyes from him to the teacher and saw him tense up but you simply relaxed, looking back at your master. Yoongi continued his way down between your breasts and grasped the centre of your bra, ripping it off to free your breasts.

“Hey!” you complained. He raised an eyebrow.

“Behave. Second warning.” he said, staring straight into your eyes. You knew exactly where the first fault had been.

He then peeled off the fabric to reveal your breasts. Without warning he pinched and pulled both nipples with the index and the thumb of both hands before leaning over to nibble around them, making you have to hold the moans. One of his rules was silence unless you were told the opposite. His luscious mouth was making it very difficult for you, for the way his wet and precise tongue kept on playing around but forgot the erected pebbles that screamed for attention.

Then, biting at each side of your lower ribs he put the cherry on top by giving one single and strong lick to each side. The mess between your legs was leaving your underwear ready to be discarded. He looked straight at it as if he had read your mind but it was more likely that he knew exactly what he was doing to you. His smirk confirmed that it was exactly what he expected but the way he put down your skirt to cover it, almost made you want to pull on your restraints.

He then stood and untied you from the bed calmly. As if the voluptuous bulge on his pants wasn’t bothering him at all. He sat at the end of the bed and you waited patiently for his next order.

“Come here,” he ordered and patted his thigh as he placed himself further backwards. You knew exactly what he wanted and it was a thing that you found to be humiliating but at the same time a major turn on. So you obeyed. Sitting down on one of his thighs you started humping on it and he simply let his upper body fall over the bed with his hands behind his head as he watched you doing so.

The friction played a part in your arousal and it leaked onto his denim making him smirk. You couldn’t really know since the fabric of your core was soaked but for that same reason you expected it to happen.

You started rolling your hips harder to increase the contact, knowing that was what he liked you to do but suddenly your own pleasure betrayed your closeness to an orgasm with the sound of a throated moan.

"Stop." Yoongi raised his upper body. "Get off me." The third strike was counted and you obeyed. "On your fours over the bed." You obeyed that one too and he was quick to pull your skirt up and panties down. "I want you to count." He then placed himself behind you on his knees over the bed and a spank was heard before it stung on your right cheek. It was measured but still stung.

"One…" you whispered. Another landed.

"Louder." He ordered mildly.

"Two." you spoke normally. Another followed another and so until the seventh time when his phone rang and he simply stood, walking to pick it up.

"Uh… Professor interrupts." You had almost forgotten he was watching and suddenly felt self-conscious of your image, societal shame refraining you from looking at him.

"Stop that shit." You heard Jungkook on the speaker.

"No. That's her punishment for not following the rules. Now if you excuse me," he pronounced before hanging up and leaving the phone in the exact same place. You felt the mattress take some weight before he pressed his crotch against your core and allowed his upper body against your back, reaching to grab your wrists. Then he rocked his hips, making your whole body bounce, forward and backward as you kept your position against him. Your dripping cavity screaming to be filled by the hardness you felt against it. "You'll be a good girl and take the rest of the punishment, right, angel?" His hot breath against your ear as he whispered raised your whole body in goosebumps.

"Yes, master." you replied, needy for what you thought would come after. Right then he moved away and you contained a complaining moan. The next spank was softer, as if he had lost his interest in the subject and the last two came quickly after, still, you knew your cheeks were red.

He caressed them softly and let his hands slide down your thighs to where the panties were still stuck and patted you to step out of them, sliding them down to your ankles and then he walked around to get near your face. He showed them to you and you saw the dampness of it had turned the centre darker. He placed them on top of the headboard before walking back to the end of the bed again and then the silence was made.

It felt like an eternity, in which you knew that turning back from the position he wanted you to be in, in full surrender, would mean another punishment. He suddenly pulled you by your feet and twisted you to get you on your back then hovered over you pinning his pelvis to yours as he leaned over your body. The shape of his member drawing over the fabric to your skin.

With most of his body over yours he leaned on his elbows at the sides of your shoulders and looked at you in the eye.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Angel?” he questioned raising an eyebrow, his low husky tone making you scream internally.

“Yes, please.” you said with a thread of voice. Your vocal cords felt soft under his influence, as if your muscles and nervous system were only up to feel him. He left a low growl before allowing his soft lips over yours, a slow kiss went on crescendo until his tongue darted through your lips and with it his hips plunged against yours, making your breath hitch with his wave.

“Sing for me, Angel.” he whispered between kisses that slid down your chin and he buried his head on the croak of your neck, keeping the motion of his hips against yours. Your core was yearning for the presence rubbing against it over and over, until your moans turned into whimpers of need. A hand slid down in between your bodies and you heard him unbuckle a button before he pulled down his fly.

The touch of his plump head against your sensitive folds, made you hold your breath and the way he bared his teeth against your throat as he pushed in, made you lose your mind. The man knew how to make himself unforgettable. How to make your body respond to his, the exact way he wanted it to. And as his hips kept on rolling against yours, caging his dick between your walls whilst picking up a pace, you could only mewl and feel him. No thoughts, just him and how your bodies connected.

He knew exactly how to push your buttons and with ease, when he knew you were close to ecstasy, he pulled one of your thighs up to have a better hold and angling precisely he sped up, making you almost scream as the orgasm made your whole being set off fireworks. The release of it, making you giggle a little bit which he matched, still against your throat.

In that position, you finally looked over to the teacher. He was leaning with his head against the glass and one forearm above his head, holding his weight, staring at the image in front of him. Both of you looked gorgeous like that. He thought he'd never be attracted to a couple but it was the both of you in that scenario that made his hardened dick twitch in his pants.

The way you submitted to Yoongi, knowing you for someone with personality and character, fascinated him. And you looked beautifully tempted, with rose cheeks and lusty eyes. He loved the vision of your nakedness under Yoongi. How your bodies were still connected, even if he couldn't really see it.

Yoongi looked gorgeous too with his new undercut and the orange dye that made his loose threads add to his feline gaze. His body was toned and it looked flexed in that position. He looked like a tiger over a submitting tigress. Beautiful.

Your eyes went from delineating his beautiful features to his torso and straight up to the bulge in his sweatpants.

Your eyes met Yoongi as he pulled out and you felt the cold air against your wet core and your moist body. He pumped himself a couple times, using your juices before he stood from the bed again.

Then he pulled you by the ankles and made you turn once you reached the end of the bed. Without much of a warning he pushed himself back in again and pounded you gripping on your hips.

From your position with your head tilted to the side over the mattress's covers as he pounded, you could see him tilt his head to look at the other man that was taking part of the action without being able to participate. The smirk on his face turned into a pleasure face, biting his lower lip, as he picked up a pace.

He suddenly put a hand over your head and you felt him pull you by the hair. You followed his motion, raising your upper body to a standing position while his hips sped up as he kept his hold on you. Your vocal cords singing the tones he wanted to hear, your walls taking the friction to pull you to your next elevated state.

Suddenly he stopped and you tried to look at him, only for him to tilt his head towards the teacher's direction. Jungkook was panting as he didn't miss a detail, but his free hand was now inside one of his pockets as he gripped himself up and down his length. Your walls clenched around Yoongi's cock in response and he smirked.

Yoongi then freed you and pulled out, leaving you with bulged eyes staring at him as he made his way to the window. Jungkook had stopped moving and was following him. Yoongi gave him a mocking smirk and pulled the curtains closed very calmly, taking his time to swing them from the two ends of the room.

Jungkook's eyes bulged too and that was the last thing you saw him doing before Yoongi came back, only lit by the light coming from the window behind you that was a floor-to-ceiling window with opaque glass.

He then put the hand that had previously been in your hair, over your throat and the other on your hip as he paced it back to speed, almost making your moans turn into screams.

He covered your mouth in the exact moment your orgasm hit you and kept his rhythm through it, making tears drip down your cheeks and a throaty laughter reach his palm.

A low growl escaped his throat the first time his pace stopped and he gave deep and slow thrusts as he emptied deep inside of you. He let out a longer growl at his last and then chuckled from pure satisfaction.

When he pulled out, you felt his seed drip down to the sheets but you fell on your rear over them, not giving a damn. Not having strength to keep standing.

A knock on the door interrupted the moment of bliss but you still answered with a good mood.

"Who's there? I'm busy."

"I can tell. May I come in?" Jungkook asked on the other side.

"The door is unlocked." you replied, suddenly realising the fact.

He opened the door and entered, closing it and locking it behind himself. You initially thought his hair was wet from sweat but the clean black sweatpants and how ragged his breathing was even if he was remarkably good at keeping his composure, told you he had hit the shower quickly and rushed to you. Making you scream internally.

His head fell backwards against the surface of the door as he took you both in under the dim light.

"I want to join." he said, lowering an octave.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this. Let me know your thoughts and reblog to let it spread 😊 See you soon! ~

100 thanks to @moonleeai for her beta work and support 💜

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