#street racer!yoongi
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Black Ice
Bangtan Christmas drabble 7 - read the rest here.
Min Yoongi only cares about three things. The thrill of drifting, his friends, and cars, in that order. Somehow, you've got under his skin. Part of the Drift Kings AU.
Pairing: Yoongi x f! reader
Rating: 18+
Genre: Street racer/mechanic! Yoongi, smut
Word count: 3.2k
Warnings: Sex, swearing
Min Yoongi knows loneliness. He knows the unrelenting ache of it, the way it permeates every aspect of one’s psyche.
He knows what it feels like to look for a connection that isn’t there.
When he was ten his father took him into work for the first time, and it was then, amongst the smells of engine oil and new paint and pinewood air freshener, that Yoongi discovered his first true love.
He pored over engine diagrams, admired the easy simplicity of every tool falling into its destined purpose, got used to his clothes being stained from tuning up cars all day long.
He’d loved every minute of it, and the truth is, he still does.
Then his cousin Yijin had given him a lift down Mount Samo one day, and 14 year old Yoongi had learned that there was more than one way to soar.
He learned to drive navigating the hairpin bends of Mount Samo, and although he’s perfected the art of drifting up and down it, could do it blindfolded a hundred times over, the thrill of it has never really faded.
He’s picked up a collection of friends over the years, all of whom love the adrenaline of street racing – not knowing what’s round the corner, trusting your own reflexes and instincts to save you when you can barely see for the blood rushing in your veins.
Kim Seokjin, his oldest and closest friend, the chaebol prince who can put together a Supra’s turbo-2JZ engine almost as quickly as Yoongi himself. His sister, a corporate princess who makes Yoongi’s heart soften and the opposite happen to his cock. They’re the two people Yoongi would do anything for, not that he’d ever tell them that.
Jung Hoseok, the gifted mechanic with a heart of gold and the sunniest demeanour Yoongi’s ever been able to tolerate, creature of the night that he is.
Jeon Jungkook, the baby fuckboi of the group, a man with the looks of a god and the persona of a baby deer. Yoongi finds it hard to be anything but endeared by his earnest good nature and anything but amused by his swaggering. Maybe one day the kid will grow into the bad man he so badly wants to be, but Yoongi hopes not. He’s great the way he is.
It’s been a while since Yoongi felt lonely, in fact his life’s pretty good right about now.
And at this exact moment? It’s perfect.
Yoongi’s senses are on overdrive as he swings into a hairpin bend on Mount Samo, tires gripping tarmac sideways. His foot taps the throttle, his hand on the handbrake just in case but he doesn’t need it, he knows the terrain so well his body’s reacting on instinct.
Sideways on he can see Seokjin to his right, composed, barely breaking a sweat as his rear wheels scrape the very edge of the path, inches from the steep drop.
Yoongi catches sight of himself in his own rearview mirror, teeth bared in a feral grin as he shoots out onto the final stretch, so fast there’s nothing to see but black.
He’d normally stop, celebrate his win with a cigarette, but he’s got somewhere to be tonight.
Behind him now, Seokjin’s headlamps flicker in lieu of a goodbye.
Yoongi depresses the horn, a sharp short blast, and then he’s gone.
***
Kang Yubin’s been supplying Yoongi’s father’s garage for years, and Yoongi’s been going to him for car parts since before he knew a spark plug from a catalytic converter.
The Kang warehouse has an unassuming front in an industrial estate on the outskirts of Seoul. Yoongi parks outside the familiar glass door, can see the dim lighting filtering through the tinted glass as he approaches.
He pushes open the door, stops, nonplussed.
Instead of Kang Yubin’s steel-rimmed glasses and grey hair, he’s greeted by you.
Half your face is obscured by a black face mask, your hair up under a baseball cap, but you’re definitely not who he expected to see.
He blinks.
Your eyebrows rise.
‘Are you lost?’ you inquire, an edge to your voice that pulls him out of his surprised reaction and reminds him why he’s here.
‘I was expecting Mr Kang,’ Yoongi replies.
Coming closer to the counter he picks up on a guardedness to your posture, a weariness that you don’t bother to hide.
‘I’m his granddaughter,’ you say, brief. ‘I’m guessing you didn’t just come here to stare at me, what do you want?’
‘Spark plugs – I have a —’ Yoongi breaks off as you get up.
‘I know who you are, and I know what car you drive. Stay here and I’ll get you your stuff.’
You disappear behind a door, return in minutes with a cardboard box.
You pull a box-cutter out of a desk drawer, slit the masking tape, pull the flaps up.
‘Feel free to take a look,’ you say, looking at him.
It doesn’t take long for Yoongi to verify that they’re what he needs.
‘How do you know who I am?’ he asks, as he pays.
There’s a faint spark in your eyes, a flicker so quick he wonders if he’s mis-read it.
‘My grandfather said you were due around this time.’
You nudge your shoulder vaguely in the direction of the screen to your left, a view from the camera overlooking the front of the warehouse. ‘Not many people drive a car like that.’
You take his money, nudge the box in his direction.
‘Pleasure doing business, Min Yoongi. I’ll give my grandfather your regards.’
You’re already looking back down at your phone like you’ve dismissed him.
Yoongi picks up the box, casts another glance at you, and leaves.
He’s still thinking about you when he reaches home.
***
Yoongi’s concentrating so hard on the engine in front of him that he barely hears Seokjin approach.
‘Dinner?’ asks Seokjin, eyes flicking over the V configuration of the 8 chrome cylinders in the custom Nissan with interest.
Yoongi leans back, massages the crick in his neck from leaning over.
‘Yeah. Quick though, the client wants a rush on this.’
They exchange a look.
‘More money than sense,’ Seokjin says, critical.
‘Pays the bills,’ Yoongi counters.
They have similar opinions about rich clients who want their supercars tuned up. It’s rare that a client’s got the ability to do justice to the horsepower under the bonnet of the flashy exteriors.
Yoongi shrugs, goes to wash his hands.
‘Is your sister coming?’ he asks.
Seokjin’s still admiring the engine. ‘Not tonight. Jimin’s in town,’ he says. ‘There’s a race later, if you change your mind. I’m meeting Jungkook after dinner.’
‘Is he still sulking over Mijin?’ Yoongi asks, falling into step beside Seokjin.
There’s no need to confirm where they’re going, they always stop at a tiny restaurant run by an elderly woman who seems utterly unimpressed by their good manners but makes the best broth in town.
Seokjin rolls his eyes, but his tone is sympathetic. ‘You know how it is. People never expect him to be as soft as he really is.’
Yoongi nods. ‘Tell him if she can’t appreciate him she’s the one missing out.’
Seokjin snorts. ‘Tell him yourself, he’ll love it. Are you coming to Seulgi’s party?’
It’s rare that Yoongi goes out at night, he’s busy and he does his best work at night time, both in the workshop and on the streets, but he’d promised Seokjin he’d go.
‘Next week?’ he asks.
Seokjin nods, pushes open the door to the restaurant.
‘Yeah, don’t forget.’
***
Seulgi is a friend of Seokjin’s, they’d dated briefly, years back, but it hadn’t worked out.
She greets Seokjin enthusiastically at the door, the pink flush on her cheeks deepening as Seokjin gives her an affectionate hug.
She beams at Yoongi, and he smiles back because he’s not proof against her cheerful nature.
It’s how he became friends with Hoseok, after all.
‘Drinks, let me get you drinks,’ Seulgi cheers, leading them into her kitchen.
Seokjin’s swept away by Seulgi and her friends, he’s always been a popular guy. He shoots Yoongi a look as he’s pulled into the lounge, which Yoongi pretends not to see.
He lifts his cup to his lips, decides to go outside for a bit.
The deck outside has a few scattered people, mostly couples, some groups.
Yoongi leans against the wall, looks around idly. The throbbing bass of the music feels like a heartbeat. The night is cold and crisp, the skies clear, but there aren’t any stars visible in Seulgi’s backyard.
He lets his mind wander to his next project, restoring a classic Toyota for a friend from the circuit. He’ll need parts.
He wonders if you’ll be behind the counter when he next goes to the Kang warehouse. Then he’s straightening up, unsure if he’s manifested you into reality.
He’s never seen your full face, but he’d know your eyes anywhere.
You’re standing across the deck, looking straight at him, coat open over a dress that shows a hell of a lot more than the hoodie and sweats you had on the last time he saw you.
For the first time tonight, Yoongi feels a prickle of interest.
He’d known you’d be beautiful, there’d been something about the way you carried yourself.
You’re still looking at him.
Yoongi walks over.
‘Who’s manning the warehouse?’ he asks, when he gets close enough.
You tilt your head. ‘Are you really so concerned about my family business, Min Yoongi?’
There’s a mocking note in your voice, Yoongi finds he likes it.
‘You have the best quality parts,’ he says.
Your smile blooms over your face, making your eyes bright. ‘I knew there was a reason my grandfather liked you.’
Yoongi nods to your dress. ‘You look pretty.’
‘Thank you,’ you say. ‘You look pretty too.’
Yoongi can feel his lips curving. Are you flirting with him? Seems like you are.
He’s all for it.
You’re raising your cup now, taking a sip.
In the night time lighting, your lips glisten with moisture and whatever lipstick you’ve got on, making him wonder what they’d look like around his cock.
You eye him like you know exactly what he’s thinking.
Yoongi says, ‘Do you like cars? Want to see mine?’
***
You’ve got your legs either side of his torso, your ass bouncing in his lap, and Yoongi’s front seat’s reclined all the way to make room for you to ride him.
The lines of your beautiful body are reminiscent of a triumph of masters of Italian design. Long smooth thighs, tightening around him with every rhythmic thrust.
The curves of your breasts, bouncing right in his face.
The long line of your neck, head thrown back, the pulse in your throat fluttering as he holds your hips so he can fuck you back, fuck up into your sweet warmth.
His cock fits inside you like he was made for you, and god fucking damn, you feel so good around him he’s on a hair trigger.
Yoongi cups the back of your head, tugs you down so you’re close. Goosebumps prickle your flesh as he tells you how good you are.
Your eyes close as he kisses your bare neck, flicks his tongue against your skin.
You had been whimpering steadily as your arousal dripped down onto him, soaking his balls, pooling at the base of his cock, and as Yoongi picks up the pace he’s gratified by the hitch in your breathing.
Yoongi’s always been damn good at helping his partners find their pleasure, and he’s sure as hell not going to stop now.
Your breasts are still in his face, half out the low neck of your dress, chest heaving.
Yoongi rubs his thumb over the outline of your hardened nipple, and you cry out, muffled with your mouth against his skin but still loud enough to make his ears ring.
His balls tighten up even more as your walls flutter around him, and Yoongi would know you were coming even if you hadn’t gasped it.
God, you’re so sweet and sexy he’s lost.
He can feel your panting breaths against his neck, the weight of your warm body as it goes lax after your peak, the sweet grip of your cunt taking in everything he has to give you as he releases, a pulse of pleasure so intense it sends shockwaves through his skin.
Yoongi’s floating, and like reaching the summit of Mount Samo, he immediately wants to do it again.
You’re looking at him, lips still so swollen and pretty his spent cock gives a residual throb inside you.
‘Like my car?’ Yoongi asks. It’s stupid, but it makes you laugh and he’ll be as stupid as you like if it makes you sound like that.
Your chin lifts, and you say, ‘It’s all right.’
The flash of merriment in your eyes gives you away.
Yoongi laughs. ‘Maybe next time we can get the car started and I can actually take you somewhere.’
‘I don’t know,’ you tease. ‘Are you a good driver?’
Yoongi reaches out, tucks the lock of hair that’s fallen over your eye behind your ear.
‘Let’s find out,’ he says. ‘Where do you want to go?’
***
Yoongi’s thinking about you the next morning when he wakes up. He’d ended up taking you back to your place, where you’d kissed him sweetly at the door and bid him goodbye like a promise to see him again.
His phone rings and he’s still got you on his mind, so it takes a second for him to regroup.
‘The maknae needs help,’ Seokjin says, no preamble. ‘I’m going to swing by yours, be there in ten.’
Yoongi hangs up, wonders what the hell Jungkook’s got himself into this time.
By the time Seokjin arrives, Yoongi’s had time to bolt coffee and change, but Seokjin still raises a brow as he swings into the passenger seat.
As always, Seokjin’s impeccably dressed, dark hair swept back from his forehead like he’s going to his own fucking wedding instead of about to deal with some shit that’s going down.
Yoongi suppresses a yawn, tugs his beanie down over his brow.
‘What’s going down with JK?’ he asks.
Seokjin cuts off another car so smoothly they’re halfway down the intersection before the irritated horn blares.
‘Remember that race the other day? Jungkook beat Seungho fair and square, I was there.’
Yoongi groans. ‘The fuck. I thought we weren’t going to race that fragile asshole anymore.’
Seokjin glances in the rearview. ‘The maknae was still hurting over Mijin, I thought an easy win might make him feel better.’
‘So what’s Seungho done?’
‘Brought in the big guns,’ Seokjin says grimly. ‘Called in some guys from Hongkong. JK’s with them now.’
Now Yoongi’s fully awake. ‘Should’ve taken my car instead of this piece of shit,’ he says.
Seokjin just laughs. ‘Don’t worry about my car, Yoongi. Maybe think of a way to hide that big–ass hickey on your neck.’
‘Suck my dick,’ Yoongi says, like they’re 16 again.
‘Looks like someone already did,’ Seokjin returns.
***
Yoongi parks up outside the Kang warehouse, pushes open the door.
You look up from your phone. Your face mask is off, so Yoongi has the privilege of seeing the way your lips curve in a smile.
‘There’s been a shipment of fuel injectors,’ you say. ‘Want to take a look?’
Yoongi stops just in front of the wooden half-panel that separates you from him.
He tilts his head.
‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘Also, I took my friend’s Honda for a spin today, I’ve got a list.’
He smooths out the piece of paper he’s got folded in his pocket, places it on the counter.
You pick it up, get up. ‘I’ve got you.’
Yoongi runs a hand over the hickey over his neck. ‘I’ve been taking shit all day, about this,’ he adds.
‘Yeah?’ you ask, but you don’t seem the least bit contrite. ‘You did your share of marking, Min Yoongi.’
Yoongi asks, ‘What time do you get off?’
You’re about to answer when the door opens.
Yoongi turns and tenses immediately.
Fucking Shin Seungho.
‘You following me?’ he asks mildly.
Seungho scoffs, doesn’t deign to reply.
‘I’m collecting an order,’ he says to you.
Your face mask is back on, your face carefully blank. ‘Sure, what’s the name?’
When you go into the back to collect it Seungho turns to Yoongi.
Yoongi concentrates on the silkscreen of a cat on the wall behind the counter.
He can feel Seungho’s eyes on his face.
Just try it, fucker.
The fact was, he’d pushed Seokjin’s Honda to its limits beating Seungho’s friends today, and although the adrenaline’s ebbed, there’s a thin streak still running through his bloodstream, and he’s a spark away from igniting.
Seungho takes a step closer, and Yoongi turns to face him like he’s got all the time in the world.
You return just as Seungho opens his filthy mouth.
‘Looks like you’ve paid,’ you say, passing the box across the counter to Seungho.
You pull out the box cutter, slit the package, open it up for him to check, but don’t put it down.
‘Am I going to have trouble here, boys?’ you ask.
Seungho barely looks your way, Yoongi’s always known the man lacks vision.
‘Nah,’ Seungho says finally. He picks up the box, sneers at Yoongi.
Yoongi blanks his expression. There’s no way he’s going to start shit with Seungho in front of you.
The asshole’s not worth it.
As soon as the door closes behind Seungho you put down the box cutter.
The next words out of your mouth surprise him.
‘Shit, you’re hot when you’re mad, Yoongi.’
Yoongi stares at you, flummoxed, then he laughs.
‘Just when I’m mad?’ he asks.
You shrug. ‘Take me out on a date and I’ll tell you more.’
‘How about right now?’ Yoongi asks.
‘Yeah,’ you say. ‘Let’s go.’
***
As your grip on his hair loosens, Yoongi lifts his mouth from your cunt, swipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Helps you tug your panties back up, smooths your skirt back down over your thighs.
He notices you’ve still got his cum in the corner of your lips. As he watches, you flick your tongue out, lick delicately.
His cock stirs with interest, and you act like you know it.
‘More later?’ you ask.
‘Yeah. After I win.’
Yoongi reaches over to help you with your seatbelt, arranging it across your chest, between your breasts, securing it.
You lean forward and kiss him as the belt clicks into place.
Yoongi starts the engine, turns the heating back on because he’s noticed your hands get cold easily.
‘I can drop you off at home before the race,’ he offers. ‘Come see you after.’
‘I want to see you drive,’ you say.
Yoongi wouldn’t say it, but he’s pleased. He knows he’ll keep you safe, it’s a circuit through the city outskirts he’s done a million times, and he’s looking forward to you meeting Seokjin and Hoseok and Jungkook.
He flicks on the lights, rolls into oncoming traffic. Heads North.
By the time he pulls up to the starting line there’s the usual crowd gathered. He parks up next to Seokjin and Hoseok.
In his rearview he can see JK surrounded by people. He’s lost the sad puppy air he had for a few weeks whilst he was pining after Mijin. The kid’s going to be all right, not that Yoongi’s ever had any doubt about that.
Engines all around him are starting up, a deafening series of rumbles.
Beside him, Seokjin waves, and Hoseok smiles so brightly it’s blinding.
The flag waves, and Yoongi accelerates.
Checks on you in the rearview, and you’re as pretty as he remembers.
Min Yoongi’s spent a lot of his life looking for connection, and by his reckoning, he’s doing pretty well right about now.
Lights flash by in a blur.
Yoongi drives.
Author note: And that's a wrap! Thank you for reading, hope you've enjoyed, here's to a brighter 2024. This time last year we were saying goodbye to Kim Seokjin, I can't wait to start welcoming the boys back again. Happy holidays to you all!
©hamsterclaw 2023
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Hoseok fic recs 2024 🥳
In honor of Hoseok’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Hobi stories, that I’ve read this past year (2023-2024) 💜 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 or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗
If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love!
Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂
[index] → jan | feb (💜) | mar (myg) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |
Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄.
⭐Helping Hands by @m-yg93 [6k]
// 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 🤭
⭐Flight 18 by @noona-la-la-la [9.5K]
// jhs x f. reader // flight!au, idol!au // 🥵😂
📝 Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul. You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat. Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.
🗨️ This was just really really amazing; utterly funny (like I was laughing at certain points), so much sexual tension that evolves into satisfying smut 😗
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// jhs x f.reader // e2l, neighbor!au, holiday!au // 🥵🥰😂
📝 (or, the one where your neighbor is a relentless christmas caroler and refuses to take a hint, but at least he's really hot.)
🗨️ No– this was just so freaking cute! 😭 Like fluffy cute and also extremely funny, just what I love. I loved this so much 💜 OC’s friendship with Tae, their banter was 💯 and then with Hobi, just so so good! It was so cute and OC’s internal dialogue is just funny 😂A really cute holiday themed Hoseok fic that I can’t recommend enough!!!! Everything was just great. Had me smiling and giggling a few times – please go read it 🥹💜
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// jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵
📝 You're feeling self conscious about your recent break-up and hoseok is more than happy to teach you a thing or two.
🗨️ Really really good! I really liked it 💜 I really loved how both sweet and demanding Hoseok was, guiding oc through everything.
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// jhs x f.reader // non idol au, pwp // 🥵
📝 It starts with an invitation from your ex. It ends with Hoseok’s hands down your pants in said ex’s kitchen.
🗨️ Oh this was hot alright 🥵
⭐In the Car @floralseokjin [14.7K]
// jhs x f.reader // mechanic!hoseok, street racer!au // 🥵🥰🌩️
📝 all you had was a dead car battery, you weren’t looking for romance, regardless if the charming mechanic had other ideas. You’ve heard stories that could put you off… Can he change your misconceptions, or will they prove correct after all…?
🗨️ oh my- really really good 💖 something about mechanic AND street racer Hoseok has me question my sanity 🥵
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// jhs x f.reader x pjm // best friends!au, threesome // 🥵🥵🥵
📝 you finally have a much-needed smoke session with your best friends, just like old times. you’re also pretty sure they’re gay… right?
🗨️ the chemistry between them, how they have been friends for so long, oc’s assumptions lol, and their humor too! Priceless 👏💖 Gosh! It was pure filth, in the best way possible, so sinful and dirty— and, and—, PLEASE GO READ IT IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY 😭💖
⭐Floored @lavienjin [5.2K]
// jhs x f.reader x pjm x jjk // idol!au, established relationship with Hobi, foursome // 🥵🥵🥵
📝 in the midst of your reunion with your boyfriend after not seeing each other for some time, you’re interrupted by two sets of eyes. not wanting to waste the opportunity, hoseok proposes a foursome and hey, “the more, the merrier”, right?
🗨️ what did I even read? 🥵 (it was good!)
⭐Good Morning @ppersonna [2.1K]
// jhs x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰
📝 hoseok’s methods of waking you up are … unconventional, but effective.
🗨️ omg I loved it 💖💯
⭐To the Beat of my Heart @jeonggukingdom [7.2K]
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📝 when you walk into the studio that Sunday afternoon, all you expect is a lonely and chill practice session but, a few hours later, your programs are shattered in thousand pieces by the unexpected presence of Jung Hoseok. And nothing could have prepared you for what he had in store for you.
🗨️ wow, this was incredibly good! Well written and it was just so freaking hot, I loved it! 💯✨
⭐Holiday Inn @bangtanintotheroom [36.6K]
// jhs x f.reader // non-idol!au, rap group!au, s2e2l // 🥵😂
📝 if it’s not the loud music, it’s the constant rapping. If it’s not the constant rapping, it’s the hysterical laughter. And if it’s not the hysterical laughter, it’s the moaning and screaming women. How the hell hasn’t your neighbor been kicked out yet? Oh right; he’s a beloved rapper.
🗨️ I’m just— WOW 🤯💯 This must be one of the best Hoseok fics I’ve ever read. Damn it was fucking amazing 👏 I loved the assertiveness of reader, and how that tension just build so fucking perfectly! Everything was so freaking good. A masterpiece!! 💜✨
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🗨️ Oh. My.Goodness. My soul left my body multiple times when I read this!!! It is incredible!!! Really love this one, and if you like BDSM this is definitely for you, but even if you don’t (like me, this was out of my ‘comfort zone’) you will still enjoy it ✨👏💯
And as a something a little extra, here’s a few fics that I haven’t had the time to read yet, but damn I’m buzzing to get to read them:
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marriage!au
hobi
the ick @taleasnewastime f - wc. 6k
friends to lovers!au
namjoon
first christmas @spideyjimin f - wc: 2.2k
established relationship!au, christmas!au, parents!au
how i love you @ahundredtimesover a | f | s - wc: 28.3k
established relationship!au, husband!namjoon
cruise control @lavienjin s | f | slight a - wc: 13.6k
street racer!au, doctor!reader
somewhere between the lines @caelesjjk s | a | slight f - wc: 9.8k
divorce!au, exes to lovers??
i love you @ughseoks f - wc: 1.8k
established relationship!au, slice(s) of life!au
doom boy @raplinesmoon a | s | slight fluff - wc: 14.2k
mafia!au, established relationship!au, namjoon thought he escaped his past…
class act @jvngkook97 f | s | a - wc: 4.7k
college!au, jock!namjoon, introverted!reader, strangers to lovers!au
an affair of the art @raplinesmoon f | slight a - wc: 1.3k
husband!namjoon, new parents!au, dad!namjoon, art enthusiasts!au
jimin
lovely demons @kpopfanfictrash a | s - wc: 41.7k
fantasy!au, enemies to lovers!au
serendipity (series) @sopebubbles a | f
idol!au, pregnancy!au, smau and written
lust @adonis-koo s - wc. 11k
demon!au, strangers to lovers
taehyung
heart of the flame (series) @chateautae a | s | f
roommates!au, friends to lovers!au
in bloom @untaemedqueen a | f | s - wc: 6.2k
tattooed&pierced!taehyung, tattoo artist!taehyung, florist!reader, married!au, family!au
farmer boy, i love you @strawberrynamjoon a | f | s - wc: 35k
farming!au, enemies to lovers
breath of spring @cupofteaguk f - wc: 9k
florist!au, strangers to lovers
girl code @allysonhope f | slight a - wc: 7.4k
friends to lovers!au, oc tries to respect girl code
come back home (series) @another-army-spot a | s | f
dad!taehyung, teen parents, exes to lovers
the odds on us @jimilter a | s | slight f - wc: 15.5k
exes to lovers!au
jungkook
crush @jungxk light a | f | s - wc: 5.1k
memory loss!au, established relationship!au, dad!au
a lover’s bond @latetaektalk heavy a | f - wc: 18.7k
greek mythology! AU- specifically orpheus and eurydice! AU
marry me? @bebejungkook f - wc: 0.7k
established relationship!au, gamer!jk, crybaby!reader
this is how you fall in love @jeonqkooks s | f - wc: 9.3k
rockstar!jk, established relationship!au
down and down @koorara a | f - wc: 12k
mma fighter!jk, exes au
put your head on my shoulder @koorara slight a | f | s - wc: 10k
married!au, husband!jk
alien invasion @nocturnal-jeon f
fiancée!jk, new dad!jk
the reconnect @bonny-kookoo s | a | f - wc: 12.5k
exes to lovers!au, one night stand!au, dad!jungkook
bleeding for you @mercurygguk a | f - wc: 3.3k
EMT!jk, fiancé!au, car crash
inkling @gguksgalaxy a | s - wc: 17.7k
tattoo artist!jungkook
love in the dark @spideyjimin s | a f - wc: 18k
ceo au, forbidden romance au, established relationship au, exes to lovers
the truth untold @crispy-chan a | f - wc: 26k
royal!au, forbidden love, arranged marriage, knight!jungkook x princess!reader
lover @wnderkoo f - wc: 2.1k
established relationship!au, break up!au (BUT NOT REALLY)
the manliest @kookslastbutton s | f - wc: 1.2k
established relationship!au, crack, jk tries to be hard dom
under your skin @bonny-kookoo s | f | slight a
strangers to lovers!au, tattoo artist!jk, shy!reader
what if i love you too much? @taleasnewastime s | f | a - wc: 20.6k
neighborhood!au, single mom!reader
busted @btsgotjams27 f | slight smut (suggestive) - wc: 0.8
husband!jk, biker!jk (enough said)
#bts fic rec#bts imagines#bts#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction#bts smut#bts angst#bts fluff#jin x reader#jin fluff#jin angst#seokjin imagine#yoongi x reader#yoongi angst#hoseok x reader#jhope x reader#hoseok angst#hoseok fluff#namjoon x reader#kim namjoon#bangtan rm#namjoon angst#namjoon fluff#jimin x reader#taehyung x reader#jungkook x reader
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໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ wip challenge !
@kooktrash tagged me so ig i’ll reveal my vault of works.
rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. let people send you an ask with any titles most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips. (you can make your own post or reblog this one!)
hope this intrigues you guys enough lmaoooo.
⇢ 🪐 ˚₊ tuyo – narco!yoongi au
“… soy el fuego que arde tu piel, soy el aqua que mata tu sed,”
⇢ 🌟 ˚₊ streets – street racer!jungkook au
“… send your location come through,”
⇢ 🥀 ˚₊ last dance – dark!taehyung au
“… this is our paradise, my forgotten fairytale, the lullaby of our ending,”
⇢ 🖇️ ˚₊ what you need – dark!namjoon au
“… i’ll make you obsessed with me, with a little bit of secret energy,”
send in asks on which work you’re curious about! ^^
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Paring: Jeon Jungkook x reader
Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Street Racer!AU, Smut
Warning: Cursing, mentions of smut, smut, consumption of alcohol, mentions of violence, violence, mentions/hints of abuse, abuse, mentions of death, death, illegal activities.
Warning 2.0: See Chapter 5 for warnings. (Please read within your comfort level)
Summary: You never know what cards your delt in life, not until you learn to use them. I never thought I'd be good a stealing, but there I was steal off the streets. I never thought I'd learn to drive a car, but here I am learning from The Dark God of Seoul. I never thought I'd have an actual family, but I will.
Mood boards
Kim Namjoon
M/c
Kim Seokjin
M/c Ending
Jeon Jungkook
Min Yoongi
Kim Taehyung
Jung Hoseok
Park Jimin
Chapters
Chapter 1 : The Elites
Chapter 2: The Legacies
Chapter 3: Heat of The Moment
Chapter 4: An Endless Night
Chapter 5: Boundless Nights(M)
#Jeon Jungkook x reader#Jeon Jungkook x y/n#Jeon Jungkook x you#Jeon Jungkook#Racer!Au#Masterlist#Street Spirits#Memphisfaith
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Fanfic Rec Friday #7
make me touch you, make me love you by stellataes - Yoongi x Namjoon, 17 681 words, E - Friends with Benefits to Lovers, Idiots in Love
Namjoon finds out that orgasms make your brain release dopamine. And dopamine makes you feel happy. Thing is, his best friend Yoongi has been so sad lately. Luckily, Namjoon knows just the cure.
all is fair in love and war by sseoltangie - Yoongi x Hoseok, 13 727 words, T - Highschool AU, Teenage Rebellion, Petty Revenge
When Yoongi wants to take revenge on his ex-boyfriend by keying his stupid car, Hoseok catches him.
Like the Movies by stellataes - Yoongi x Taehyung, 18 202 words, M - Famous Taehyung, Fluff, Love at First Sight
Min Yoongi's perfect life is turned upside down when world famous actor Kim Taehyung takes shelter from the rain in his bookstore. Only, Yoongi doesn't know he is world famous actor Kim Taehyung.
The Flickering Warmth of Love by Lssimpson999 - Yoongi x Hoseok x Namjoon, 36 413 words, E - Canonverse, Established Namgi, Friends with Benefits, Secret Relationship
The friends with benefits rapline fic with established Namgi and Hoseok who broke his promise not to fall in love.
I’ll drink you in (Deep into my throat, the whiskey that is you) by @mydis-ease - Seokjin x Namjoon x Jungkook, 57 043 words, E - Established Namjin, Age Gap (around 20 years, no underage), Dom/Sub
Crushing on your dad’s incredibly attractive friend sounds like all fun and games until you realize you’re going to be stuck working with him and his new husband for weeks. Nevertheless, that’s where Jungkook finds himself.
The List by Nisaki - Seokjin x Taehyung, 46 952 words, E - Toxic Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Actor Seokjin
He ignores the matter of the list for awhile and as long as he pretends it's not happening he's tentatively content. Until the night his boyfriend gets promoted and they go out to celebrate and Taehyung finds himself ten meters away from a man he's always thought of as unreal and out of his realm.
Kim Seokjin.
The only name on his OK to Sleep With List.
Fast, Furious, and Falling in Love - Series by myheartandsoulbelongtonamjoon (couldn't find socmed) - Namjoon x Jimin, 18 456 words, M - Detective Namjoon, Criminal Jimin, Fluff and Smut, Hate to Love
Namjoon is the star detective of the NYPD. Jimin is the car thief and street racer who helps him solve cases out of the goodness of his heart--and the heady desire that clouds his mind and stirs his dick whenever they're together.
Fall For Me, Burn For Me by thestarskeepfalling - Jimin x Taehyung, 58 609 words, E (for epilogue) - Fantasy AU, Magic Users, Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstanding
Years ago, before the accident, before the lies, before everything, Jimin and Taehyung were the best of friends. Studying to be mages at the top university in the country, their futures looked bright. There was nothing they couldn’t do when they were side-by-side. But then, a single day changed everything.
Now, when an outside threat brings them hurtling back into each other’s lives, will the fire that burns between them heal what was broken? Or will it consume them entirely?
Practice Makes Perfect by beebalm (couldn't find socmed) - Yoongi x Namjoon, 67 947 words, E - Practice Kissing, Virgin Yoongi, Friends with Benefits
Yoongi has never been kissed. He asks Namjoon to help him out.
BONUS - Seokjin x Jimin Twitter AU, 81 parts, Soulmates, Crack
#fic recs#bts fic#namjoon fic#seokjin fic#yoongi fic#hoseok fic#jimin fic#taehyung fic#jungkook fic#poly fic#yoongi x namjoon#namgi fic#yoongi x hoseok#sope fic#yoongi x taehyung#taegi fic#yoongi x hoseok x namjoon#namgiseok fic#seokjin x namjoon x jungkook#namjinkook fic#seokjin x taehyung#taejin fic#namjoon x jimin#minimoni fic#minjoon fic#jimin x taehyung#vmin fic#socmed au#seokjin x jimin#jinmin fic
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Hi, how are you? 😊 Can I request some long tae/jk fic recs? Series or os, doesn't matter.
Hi. January was really bad for me and I've been super busy with work since February. I'm also going on a trip, so I won't have access to my computer until next week. But I hope you're doing well especially with the news we've recently gotten, or at least better than I am 🥲
I won't be putting all the long one shot/series I've read cos that'd be too many and I also don't have a lot of time before I need to leave for my flight. I'll just include below some personal favorite long one shots (with wc>10k) and series for both Jungkook and Taehyung.
* s - contains smut
J U N G K O O K
Baby Don’t Go (I’m Bad at Being Alone) by whoreternal - one shot (s) / wc~25k / friends to lovers
Blink And You’ll Miss It by satnin-darling - one shot (s) / wc~13.3k / lawyer!Jungkook, street racer!reader
Summary: Jungkook is just trying to do his job by bailing you out (on top of being a busy attorney in the city) but you seem to be hell-bent on making that ten-times harder for him. Street racers aren’t known to be slow, in fact, you have the reputation of ‘blink and you’ll miss her,’ so what’s the deal?
Chasing Butterflies by ddaenggtan - one shot (s) / wc~12.8k / otaku!Jungkook, jock!reader, college au
Summary: You never meant to be a jock in school. The volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. You just happened to be good at it and went with it. Similar to how you saw Jeon Jungkook in your friend’s orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. For two years. You’ve spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he’s around, but also because Jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. That is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it.
Feels Like Summer by badbhye - one shot (s) / wc~16.6k / brother's best friend, neighbors au
Summary: You only have one question on your mind this summer: when did Jeon Jungkook get abs?
Fifth Wish by jiminrings - one shot / wc~18k / rich kid!Jungkook, bodyguard!reader, fake dating
Summary: Jeon Jungkook, world-class socialite and nepotism baby, should be out every night to celebrate while he’s at his prime. Why should he fake-date his bodyguard instead? Alternatively, Jungkook regularly throws coins to wishing wells with only one desire in mind — to get rid of you.
Gotcha by whatifyoulivelikethat - one shot (s) / wc~11k / childhood friends to lovers, college au
Summary: The color blue. Two white hairpins. “Hey, Jungkook.” A laugh with shaking shoulders that Jeon Jungkook thought he would hear and see forever. Hey, Jungkook. But then those words became a memory, until she was standing in front of him again, sporting the title of “Virgin Killer” and Min Yoongi by her side. Was this his second chance or just another memory?
Habits of a Broken Heart by softykooky - one shot / wc~26.3k / art student!Jungkook, English student!reader, subtle enemies to lovers, soulmates au
Summary: Jungkook and you are soulmates. So says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. However, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak. Alternatively, “you still are, you know. Worth it.” You release a shaky breath. “but I was stupid to think that I am too.”
Late Fee by 1kook - one shot (s) / wc~10.3k / fuckboy!Jungkook, college au
Summary: “Captain Underpants isn’t glorified by all the tryhards, so when I pick those books, you’re unknowingly more interested in me.”
Second Chances by parkhabits - one shot (s) / wc~14.4k / exes to lovers, divorce au
Summary: Work. One of the most important things to him. It kept him company at night, it was all he thought about, all he put his attention to. His work had become the mistress within your marriage. Years after you left him you’re back with only one goal in mind. Get him to sign the damn divorce papers. Yet you should’ve known that your husband wouldn’t let you go that easily.
The Boy With Galaxies in His Eyes by oddinary4bts - one shot (s) / wc~52.9k / tattoo artist!reader, FWB, idol au
Summary: You had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours?
The Monogamy Monologues by kpopfanfictrash - one shot (s) / wc~42.7k / wedding planner!reader, strangers to lovers
Summary: The year? Some point after college. The occasion? Namjoon is getting married and the Rich Man’s Crochet Club has convened once again. Somewhere between the drinks and the laughter, everyone has the same realization: Jungkook has never been in a serious relationship. In the name of all that is holy (Overwatch and booze), the club’s mission is revived. Now though, their goal is much more perilous. Now, they aim to find Jeon Jungkook a girlfriend.
Twelve Hours by whatifyoulivelikethat - two shots (s) / film director!Jungkook, burlesque dancer!reader
Summary: You have twelve hours to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you. He's about to get married. You're the entertainment at his bachelor party - a burlesque dancer. Long ago, he used to be the class representative and you used to be the class delinquent. Nothing has changed and, yet, everything has.
Airplane, Pt. 2 by xjoonchildx - series (s) / criminal!Jungkook, agent!reader
Summary: Jungkook Jeon stole six million dollars. It’s your job to bring him home. But finding him – and keeping him in one place is not that simple. Then shit gets weird.
Crimson Park by heartbeatan - series (s) / bookkeeper!reader, mafia au
Summary: A thematic, mobster several-part series.
* This series is complete, but the author has mentioned a sequel is in progress.
Ego by suga-kookiemonster - series (s) / fuckboy!Jungkook, college au
Summary: What’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? Well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way.
Four Seven Eight by jiminrings - series / actress!reader, established relationship
Summary: You’re secure when it comes to loving Jungkook, knowing that your husband loves you beyond words. What you aren’t so secure about is his first love — someone who isn’t you. Alternatively, Jungkook’s married to you, but he still celebrates his anniversary with his ex out of sentimentality.
I Gasp Once, and in That Breath, I Accept You In [pt2] [epilogue] by inkofyoonkoo - series (s) / strangers to lovers, FWB
Summary: In which Jungkook arrives to your small town to spend the holidays, and you slowly let go of all the ghosts of your past.
Liability by alexlwrites - series / best man!Jungkook, best friend!Taehyung, maid of honor!reader
Summary: The one where your best friend of years and love of your life is getting married and wants you to be the maid of honor. Luckily for you, the best man is not exactly happy either.
Rattled by gukslut - series (s) / single dad!Jungkook, neighbors au
Woman on Top by heartbeatan - series (s) / actor!Jungkook, older!reader, producer!reader, FWB
T A E H Y U N G
I have this previous ask that I've answered before for long Taehyung fics. But I'll include here just a few of my favorite ones.
Always the Bridesmaid by kookingtae - one shot (s) / wc~34.1k / enemies to lovers
Summary: When you first meet Kim Taehyung, you’re determined to find every reason you can to hate him—or maybe he’s just looking for ways to get on your last nerve. But when a turn of events has the two of you working the wedding of the man you’re hopelessly in love with, you’re too late to realize the real reason to hate Kim Taehyung is because of the latest column he’s secretly writing: “Always the Bridesmaid, Never the Bride”, and it’s all about you.
Dichotomy by kpopfanfictrash - one shot (s) / wc~14.5k / childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage
Summary: You hate him. He hates you. It’s a fine line though, isn’t it – between love and hate?
Farmer Boy, I Love You by strawberrynamjoon - one shot (s) / wc~35k / childhood friends to lovers, farming au
Summary: Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.
Let It Snow by suga-kookiemonster - one shot (s) / wc~18.8k / FWB
Summary: It all started by accident, but it continues by choice—even before you began sleeping together, things with your friend Taehyung have always been comfortable and easy. Simple, and this new arrangement between you is certainly no exception to that rule. Well…that’s definitely what you thought before a major snowstorm traps the two of you in his apartment over the holidays. Now? Now, it is quickly becoming apparent that things are a bit more complicated than you realized.
Love Me or We Both Go Down by gukyi - one shot (s) / wc~32k / enemies to lovers, arranged marriage
Summary: After going through with an arranged marriage to please his parents and secure his inheritance of the family business, Kim Taehyung thinks he’s got it all figured out. He doesn’t. Apparently just being married to you isn’t enough, not when everybody and their mother can pick up on the fact that the two of you absolutely loathe each other. But Taehyung wants his inheritance one way or another, so he decides that desperate times call for desperate measures: the two of you need to fall in love, and you need to fall in love fast.
Moon Breaker by magicalsalamander - one shot (s) / wc~17k / werewolf au
Summary: Tales as old as time were passed through the werekind. If a human and a kind were to be mates, the moon would take them, the misfortune, to serve the Goddess. Taehyung, a kind, had always heard of the tales told by his elders. The alpha of his kind. He didn’t expect to find his mate, one of the non-kinds. Would the moon reap her back?
No Blueberries by gyukult - one shot / wc~12.3k / college au
Summary: No more!Taehyung gets his heartbroken to the point he doesn’t even love his favorite fruit, blueberries, anymore. Then he meets you, the complete opposite of the girl of his dreams, and suddenly, blueberries taste sweet again.
Rubies and Roses by min-youngis - one shot / wc~40k / strangers to lovers, fake dating
Summary: Being a fake girlfriend slash fiancée slash wife for hire is a very lucrative business, and quite straightforward. But none of your previous clients have been Kim Taehyung, who wants access to his trust fund and thinks he can convince his parents that he can be responsible with it by proving that he can hold down a mature, completely normal and not-at-all fake relationship. This isn’t any job, and the boundaries between customer and something more are about to get increasingly blurry.
The Holi-Date by kpopfanfictrash - one shot (s) / wc~40.5k / fake dating, neighbors au
Summary: When your ex-boyfriend becomes engaged to his new girlfriend at your annual Holiday party, you admittedly are not in the best place. Which explains why you down six shots of alcohol, enthusiastically drop it low on the dance floor and – oh, yeah – tell everyone you are also dating someone. The only problem? You are obviously not. Good thing your neighbor happens to be cute and in need of a ride to work every morning.
Upstream Colour by honeymoonjin - one shot (s) / wc~22.7k / strangers to lovers
Summary: Escaping to Venice for a break from your strenuous job was meant to be simple. Go there, decompress for two weeks, and return feeling invigorated. But the soulful gondolier you meet on the docks in Saint Mark’s Square has you wanting to never leave at all.
Bed Bereft [epilogue] [drabbles] by randombtsprincessa - one shot + drabbles (s) / ft KSJ, best friend!Taehyung, polyamory au
Summary: You’ve loved your college best friend for ages, too bad he’s got a boyfriend. Twisted decisions lead to revelations about sexualities, secrets, feelings and confrontations.
4:23 AM by satnin-darling - series (s) / FWB, idol au
Summary: You indirectly confessed to Yoongi. Well, it was all Taehyung’s fault (you don’t know that yet). So in the midst of drowning yourself in your sorrows, Taehyung comes to visit you because inadvertently, he too has a broken heart. Then, a misunderstanding, followed by an apology. But the apology was not in the way that you think an apology should have been, and maybe, just maybe, you’d find it in yourself forgive him.
Because of You, Blue by ugh-yoongi - series (s) / exes to lovers
Summary: Nearly a year out from your breakup with Taehyung, Jin begs you for help saving his failing restaurant. The two of you aren’t exactly friends, but you feel some stupid sense of obligation and, really, what’s the worst that could happen?
Destructive Interference by vyduan - series (s) / childhood friends to lovers
Summary: You do not remember a time before Taehyung Kim — only the after. The afters, if you are being precise. If only the afters were not so akin to little deaths; perhaps you would not have minded so much. Alas, such knowledge is a posteriori. What is the use of regret on hardwon facts such as these? It is too late. There is no time before Taehyung Kim for you; he just is. A priori. Is there a time before your parents or your brother? They are and thus have always. There is not enough time. There is never enough time.
The President's Son by jimlingss - series / bodyguard au
Summary: Kim Taehyung is the President’s son, mischievous and playful, and infamous for being a troublemaker. When everyone’s given up, they call for you to be his personal guard. There’s no other choice when your dad’s assigned you to it and surprisingly Taehyung doesn’t mind either. Maybe because you happened to grow up with that brat.
You can also check these tags for the lists I've made for one shots (Jungkook, Taehyung) and series (Jungkook, Taehyung).
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just saw the most unholy demonic toe-curling life altering yoongi street racer edit i’m sick
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This Yoongi edit is so simple but good?! Maybe lower your volume bc the sound seems kinda loud hm. The sound is good though. PUNK PET YOONGI OMG!!
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i could definitely see this for the punk au— however, another thought. street racer yoongi 🫡
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Sope AU where Hoseok is a Formula 1 driver and Yoongi is a huge fan of his. 🏎️🌟
However, Yoongi is secretly an illegal street racer and the reason he's such a fan of Hoseok is because his driving style is very reminiscent of the one often seen in the illegal scene... 🔥
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Shut up and drive (and ride me) | Yoonmin au
“Hmm… so, what do you think of my car?” The Daegu Tiger cockily asks. God, even his voice is all low and sexy.
Jimin looks up and meets the guy’s eyes and looks down back at the car. “Oh, I just thought I saw a scratch here somewhere,” Jimin points to a general area the blond guy can’t see from the other side.
Panic flashes on his face for a split second, it was so fast Jimin nearly missed it if he wasn’t looking at the guy.
The guy starts to round the car to see the scratch himself. He has a blank face now. Crap. Did Jimin really miss his chance? Sometimes his mouth runs faster than his brain. There goes a race and probably a good fuck down the drain.
Maybe he can still save the situation.
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Having overheard what Jimin said to Yoongi, Jin asks, “There was never a scratch, was there?”
Jimin giggles, “No, I just like to distract the ones I'm racing later.” And, hopefully, fuck later.
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Or street racers in Seoul are known to be horny, Jimin’s no different and he sure hopes the newcomer is too.
Tags:
Street racers Jimin and Yoongi
Explicit 🔞
PWP
Barebacking
Grinding
Semi-public sex
Oral sex
Anal sex
Anal fingering
Rimming
2.6k words
archiveofourown.org/works/42644007
#bts#bts fic#fanfic#ao3#archive of our own#yoonmin fic#yoonmin#sujim#jimsu#writing#my fic#park jimin#min yoongi#suga#yoongi pwp#jimin pwp#smut
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Fic Library: Jungkook (Part 1)
I realised whilst compiling this library just how many Jungkook stories I've read and recced. It's probably because Jungkook stories are far and away the most prolific on my feed and also probably because the maknae looks and acts like he does. I hope you enjoy these, don't forget to show these writers some love.
Rattled JJK x reader, single dad JK by @gukslut. The Jungkook in this story breaks my heart with his grit and humanity, and the MC is so relatable it hurts. If you haven't read this, do yourself a favour and be prepared to have your world rocked. Probably my favourite fanfic of all time.
The Cul-de-Sac Cons JJK x reader, JHS x reader, con artist AU by @bonvoyagenoona. I've read and re-read this a lot, the love story between JK and reader is fraught with intrigue and danger, and all the side characters - cuckolded husband Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon, are fleshed out perfectly as well.
Lonely Hearts Club JJK x OC, dystopian sci-fi tattoo artist AU by @joonbird. A story that made me think about fanfic in a completely different light, angsty and terribly sad.
Ego JJK x reader, fuckboi college AU by @suga-kookiemonster. A series that had me hooked from the first chapter, a rolling romp, with the perfect ending. Adore.
Feels like summer by @badbhye is a sweet, funny, coming of age story featuring reader and an grown-up, glowed-up next-door-neighbour Jungkook. Also features the immortal line 'Fucking Aquarius bastard' which makes me laugh every time I think of it.
Blink and you'll miss it by @satnin-darling is a fun, fast-paced story with great scene-setting featuring a street-racer reader and rookie lawyer JK.
Spin Cycle by @miscelunaaa is a slow burn series where reader meets Jungkook in a laundromat and their relationship develops over a collection of fun-size drabbles.
Damsel in shining armor by @jimilter is a follow up to the equally great Knight in distress and features chaotic chaebol JK and a competent, take no prisoners reader. A fast-paced, hilarious caper involving reader trying to do damage control as JK wreaks havoc.
Burning bright by @snackhobi is a Pacific Rim AU featuring Jaeger pilots Jungkook and reader, and an unforgettable classic in my book. I love this, and it always reminds me how damn talented fanfiction writers are.
Ghosts just wanna have fun by @sugaxjpg is about a Jungkook who has the ability to see ghosts set in a med school AU and features Yoongi and Taehyung as cockblocking spirits. Sweet and so, so funny.
Blackout by @bonvoyagenoona is set during one night when the entire neighbourhood loses power and Jungkook and reader navigate the neighbourhood block party. It's the perfect romantic almost first date.
Under the stars by @madbutgloriouspond is a sweet, cute, fluffy, real story about Jungkook and reader in a college AU that I love, love, love.
THAT nose riding drabble by @here2bbtstrash honestly doesn't even need a title. JK is sweet, clueless but willing, and Yoongi? He's the voyeur of my dreams.
Disaster management by @jimilter is gold. Unruly chaotic chaebol CEO Jeon Jungkook is back, and company President reader is right by his side as they try to avert disaster.
Leave the door open by @here4kpopfics is a strangers to lovers neighbours AU story that makes me think about how annoying and irresistible Jeon Jungkook would be if he lived next door.
Car sex by @musicloverxoxo7 features co-workers Jungkook x reader who flirt their way to a smutty, sexy encounter.
Euphoria by @btssavedmylifeblr is a beautiful study of life, love and mortality that is one of the best stories I've read. Unforgettable.
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female muses.
phoenix jung. twenty-eight. street racer. kim jennie.
river choi. twenty-four. socialite. yu jimin.
yumiko tanaka. twenty-six. florist. sana minatozaki.
hiraki tomizawa. twenty-six. fashion designer. hirai momo.
maze chang. twenty-seven. hotel operations manager / sniper. ngc1961 / amberly yang.
kayla jeon. twenty-eight. middle school teacher. im nayeon.
ruby klein. twenty-six. law student. maddie phillips.
jane smith. thirty-two. retired assassin. jessica chastain.
aaliyah parrish. twenty-six. trust fund baby. savannah lee smith.
fallon wrobblewitz. twenty-eight. actress. camila morrone.
stacey kaufman. twenty-five. journalist. sydney sweeney.
amelia hernandez. twenty-seven. art curator / professional sculptor. kathryn bernardo.
addison tiu. twenty-five. bartender. chase sui wonders.
thea perez. twenty-six. art curator. camila mendez.
veronica diaz. twenty-eight. model. kylie versoza.
criselda fernandez. twenty-five. surgery intern. maris racal.
henrietta sy. twenty-four. student / social media influencer. chie filomeno.
jordyn summers. twenty-five. podcaster. niamh mccormack.
seoyon lee. twenty-seven. nurse. han so hee.
chanel ongpauco. twenty-six. socialite. kelsey merritt.
lydia gomez. twenty-four. vocalist of the band badec!sion. sab quesada.
male muses.
coen park. twenty-eight. superstar. kim taehyung.
jaehyun wang. twenty-nine. music and arts professor / producer. min yoongi.
jayce valentine. twenty-six. food delivery man / drug runner. drew starkey.
canon muses.
wanda maximoff. twenty something. gratiela brancusi / elizabeth olsen. (for content purposes only!)
jean grey. twenty something. abigail cowen.
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꒰‧₊˚🍊☆༉‧₊˚. ROLL & DICE
Your parents never approved of your boyfriend. Your dad loves his car, your boyfriend loves to win, and you love to celebrate his victories.
✒ pair. min yoongi x fem!reader
↪ tags. smut racer boyfriend!yoongi, established relationship, racer au, inspired by fast and furious kinda, ODETARI inspired, slight age gap (reader is 19, yoongi is 22).
plot. Your boyfriend takes you to a car meet, in which he is racing. After winning the race, you guys ditch to celebrate between yourselves.
cw. smut, car sex, parking lot sex car (public sex?), racing, reader gets a bit scared at how fast it goes, dirty talk, yoongi referring to reader as a princess, hoseok calls reader mama, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), hand kink, choking kink, spanking, big!dick!yoongi because he is, creampie. english is not my first lenguage, if i missed anything, let me know
a/n. I am literally so in love with yoongi, I love him so much, he is my man he just so- UGH, I bite my pillow whenever I see anything relating to Yoongi, I'm so obsessed. Anyways, enjoy, comment and reblog! chiao!
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It was noisy, stinky and slutty.
Your boyfriend's hand tested on your hip, holding you close to him as both of you leaned on the hood of his Dark Blue Mustang, the orange LED lights under the car lighting your feet. You wore a jean mini skirt, pink plump heels, and a tank top that also matched the pink of your heels. Your closet sure was more brighter than your boyfriend's who only wore a baggy black sweats and an oversized black t-shirt. You wore gold jewelry, he wore silver. Yoongi eyed the crowed before turning to look at you, leaning in to whisper in your ear before being interrupted by a loud greeting.
"Yo mama looks good today, Agust D, how'd you been?" A man with a heart-shaped smile walked over as he greeted Yoongi with a hug and a pat on his back, "Smile Hoya!" Yoongi greeted back, turning to look at you and extending his arm towards you, "My woman always looks great."
You accepted Yoongi's hand, smiling at his friend, "Thanks for having me tonight, Smile Hoya" Smile Hoya just waved his hand, for his street style, he sure looked very bright, "Call me Hobi, you're my main guy's girl."
You only smiled, hiding your face on your boyfriend's shoulder while Hobi turned to Yoongi, "Better not lose tonight, got thousands on this baby right here." Hobi stated while he patted the Mustang's hood.
Yoongi only rolled his eyes, "I never lose, Smiles." Hobi, swinging his index finger in the air, "Not with Kai in the house." Turning his whole body towards you, Yoongi hugged your waist, looking down at you, "She's my lucky charm tonight and always." And with a final laugh, Hobi left the two of you alone.
"Shut up, D." You teased before leaning in and pecking his lips. Yoongi only pocked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, "If I win, can I have this?" He asked before slapping your ass, causing your to jerk up. You let out a laugh and smacked his chest, pulling away from him, "Sure you can, only if you win."
"Engines ready!" Yelled a blonde, her bikini top was loose and her shorts were down a bit to where her pink thong was displayed. You looked at Yoongi as he prepared himself, checking the mirrors and losing his nerves. You chuckled a bit before looking in front. The blonde removed her bikini top, displaying her breast. Your jaw dropped as you let out a breathy laugh. You still couldn't get used to this stuff.
"Yours are way prettier, princess." Yoongi teased as he gazed his eyes down on the ground right in front of the blonde's feet. You softly hit Yoongi's arm, which he only laughed. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he stepped on the handle, letting the Mustang roar. His head turned to his left, where Kai was, his windows rolled down as he sent Yoongi a friendly raise of his hand, Yoongi only nodded once at him.
"Ready.." The blonde echoed once more, eyeing the crowd as they cheered, "Get Set," She commented as she raised her yellow bikini top. You felt your anxiety kick in as you rubbed your hands on your thighs. "Go!" The moment the blonde threw the bikini top on the ground, Yoongi stepped on the paddle, sending the car in motion. Your body pressed back on the seat, Yoongi played with the paddle as he drove the car, smirking as he noticed Kai being left only a few feet behind.
Yoongi reached over towards you and grabbed the walky-talky from your lap, "Smiles, tell me where to go." The other line fell silent before Hobi's cheery voice came on, cheers could be heard in the background, "Turn right into Avenue Street, and you'll get into the highway all down to Washington."
"Thanks, bud, see you at the finish line." Yoongi echoed before throwing the walky-talky behind on the seats and making a sharp turn to the right on Avenue Street. "The Highway??" You asked, holding onto the seat under you, "they cleared the highway up, princess." You frowned your brows a bit, "uh, yoongi.. that's illegal.." Yoongi only let out a deep chuckle, "I know."
Getting into the highway, yoongi changed the handle, causing the car to speed further, noticing Kai catching up. It all seemed to be going well until Hobi's voice echoed on the eat behind him, "D, police noticed the blockage, change of route." Yoongi breathed out a cuss, "princess, can you get the talky for me?" You nodded and turned your body, bending over the small space to grab the talky.
"Nice ass. You wore those cute undies i like?" Yoongi commented, making you turn faster than the speed of light, your face flushed, "you perv.." you huffed as you handed him the talky. Yoongi only grinned before replaying to Hobi, "if the police appear on my ass, we're splitting the money 75 to 25." Yoongi warned, causing the other line to laugh. "If they appear, you just gotta lose them, old pal."
Turning down the highway into a curvy road, Yoongi felt his heart stop, seeing the police car parked. Unable to do anything, he shook his head and continued down the road, causing the police siren to go off. You looked behind you to see the bright blue and red lights, "Seat belt, princess, we've talked about this" You nodded and quickly put on your seatbelt.
The speed of the car made you feel as if you were floating, an interestingly terrifying feeling. You gulped as you felt the sharp turns, "Yoongi.." you whispered, his hand holding yours that clenched your skirt, "You're okay, princess, I'm here."
On the right, Kai sped up, making a right turn to leave the highway and find another route. Yoongi mentally praised the guy. Yoongi had memorized all the streets in the city, that's what every great street racer does, always be prepared. Yoongi grabbed the talky, "Hobi, prepare that finish line, imma lose this shitty cop." Changing the speed, your boyfriend drove towards an exit, going into smaller streets, it was dangerous, but at least he'd lose the cop.
Running through some neighborhoods and allies, Yoongi was able to lose the cop, lightly rubbing your thigh, "see, lost 'em." You only let out a soft laugh, taking a breath in. Hopping back into the right route, Yoongi eyed each enterence, knowing Kai would pop out. As if calculated, Yoongi shifted a lane, Kai appearing beside him, "fucking dick."
The cars were neck to neck, and the sound of the engine echoed in your ears as you gripped the seat, closing your eyes. Yoongi eyed the car next to him, his brows frowning. He could tell from the multiple colors that the finish line had been set, and everyone was waiting for the winner. Yoongi reached behind him, and the sound of clicking and tapping could be heard, "what are you doing?"
Yoongi looked over at you, "winning this race." Your eyes trailed back to the road, your mouth opening a bit in suprise, "so that's how racers do.." Yoongi only giggled softly, setting himself before he grabbed a small control, handling it to you, "have the honor of winning this race."
Your eyes shined as you saw the remote, grabbing the remote and kissing Yoongi's cheek. You waited until Yoongi's call to press it. Kai seemed to have thought the same thing. However, he did it sooner. His car flaying forward. Yoongi only barked out a laugh, "idiot."
After 10 seconds, his car lost its speed, falling back to be neck to neck. Yoongi smirked as he stepped on the peddle, speeding beside him, "Now!" You pressed the button, this time his Mustang flying forwards, you let out a yelp in surprise at the speed, "Oh shit."
You closed your eyes, not wanting to think much about the speed, and before you knew it, the car had slowed down, Yoongi's laugh echoing in the closed space of the car. He did a U-turn and was soon coming to a complete stop. You heard cheers coming from outside the car, your sign that you've made it through the finish line.
You opened your eyes to see people crowding the car. You were about to step out when Yoongi stopped you, "Wait." He lowered the window on his side, Hobi pushing his way through, "You the man, D!" Hobi praised, "Cop was on my ass Smiles, I warned you.”
Hobi only rolled his eyes, "yeah, yeah, I know man–" the sound of sirens distracted the crowd, causing people to scatter to their own cars, "Enjoy your chase, Smiles" Yoongi smirked before driving off, Hobi stood frozen in the chaos before flipping the Mustang off.
The light sound of sirens echoed in the darkness of the parking lot, a few floors of the lower level, the area was dark, probably since it was an old lot. The cops wouldn't check there, and your boyfriend knew that. Yoongi let out a laugh as he looked over, seeing the chase of many cars by the cops, some actually even being pulled over, "We lost them, princess."
You only let out a moan, holding onto the hood of the car. Your boyfriend had you bent over the hood, skirt up to your waist, and cock balls deep inside you. Your pussy clenches around him, leaking from the multiple orgasms you've already had. Yoongi's sticky fingers from all the fingering rested on your hip, your heels weren't bringing in any support to you, having to stand on the tips, "fuck, yoongi.." You whined.
"yes, princess" Your boyfriend purrs, unbothered by your panting self. He pressed his hips more onto yours, feeling him push his dick deeper into you, "please.." your voice was low, yet he understood what you wanted. His fingers dug into your waist as he brought your hips back harder against his own, and the way he was thrusting into you had you feeling like the air was being punched out of your lungs.
His dick was so big, so long, so thick. He knew how to fuck, and he was fucking you so good. Your gummy like walls pulsing around his veiny cock making you moan out filthy words you never imagined that would ever come out of your mouth. He drove you to sin.
Yoongi's hand snaked towards your throat, his fingers wrapping around your throat, as his pace picked up, "You like my hands wrapping around your pretty throat, huh?" You heard him chuckle from behind, getting a moan out of you. Your boyfriend pulled your upper body against his chest, your back pushed against his chest, and a strangled moan escaped your lips, the sensation starting to make you feel light headed.
He was so damn good, and you felt yourself nearing your climax, with him still pounding into you from behind, your breast brushing against the hood as the car moved with the force of his thrusts, and you came, moaning loudly, your orgasm making your body shake, and the sound of your cries was drowned out by the sirens of the police, looking for many more of the racers.
Your hips stuttered, and your vision became hazy as he continued to pound into you, fucking you through your orgasm, and you whimpered at the sensory overload, "Slow down.. yoongi,.." you whined, your hand reaching back to hold onto his stomach, trying to push him back just a bit.
Yoongi then took your arm, pinning it behind you, his free hand slapping your ass, causing you to jerk forward, "Let me savor my victory, princess." You twitched under him, still not over your intense orgasm, feeling his cock twitch as he slipped in and out of you, furiously fucking himself into you. His head was thrown back, and soft moans left his mouth. His breath hitched when a load of his milky white cum shot out.
Your eyes rolled back, and it had him gritting his teeth, grinding into you until you couldn't stand, and his own legs barely kept him up anymore. He panted softly, gulping as you melted into him, both of his arms hugging your waist. Slowly, he got himself off you, holding you in place to not collapse.
The sirens had died down by the time Yoongi had helped you clean yourself up. You were shivering from the cold as Yoongi unlocked the car, gesturing for you to get on as he looked down at the street, "This is why your mom hates me." Yoongi commented, causing you to stop before getting into the car, "She hates the age gap and your car."
"Exactly, your dad loves me and your mom hates me." Yoongi leaned in and kissed your forehead, "My dad likes your car, not you." You corrected. Yoongi only shrugged, "tomato, tomato."
After settling you into the passenger seat, Yoongi handed you his jacket to cover your legs, "A win is still a win." Starting the engine, Yoongi leaned into the steering wheel, gaze fixed on you, "And you know how to win."
a/n. I love yoongi :c
#bts#x reader#bts army#bts x reader#bts fanfic#kpop#min yoongi#yoongi x reader#yoongi smut#bts suga#bts smut#lostberet
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Chapter 5: Boundless Nights
Paring: Jeon Jungkook x reader
Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Street Racer!AU, Smut
Word Count: 8.9K
Warning: Cursing, mentions of smut, smut, consumption of alcohol, mentions of violence, violence, mentions/hints of abuse, abuse, mentions of death, death, mentions of murder, murder, illegal activities.
Warning 2.0: Grinding, fingering, car sex, slight pain kink, dirty talking, scratching, hair pulling, begging, vague overstimulation, protected penetration (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT)
Summary: You never know what cards your delt in life, not until you learn to use them. I never thought I'd be good a stealing, but there I was steal off the streets. I never thought I'd learn to drive a car, but here I am learning from The Dark God of Seoul. I never thought I'd have an actual family, but I will.
It only took a week for Namjoon to find an Old 1971 Monte Carlo, getting here took even less thanks to his extensive connections. Building it however took three months. If I wasn’t in school I was in the garage working on the damn thing. Tae had come around a few times, only for Namjoon to kick him out, not bothering to take the chance of him worming his way into tinkering with my car.
Yoongi came around once or twice, to tell me he had my bike built and would wait for me to decide on the color, but he lingered longer than he said he would and watched me working on the car.
The few times I wasn’t in school or working on my car. The three boys drag me out to the farm house for a weekend so I could teach them how to ride a bike. Taehyung, being the way he is, had won himself a bike rather than buying one like Jungkook and Jimin did. Teaching all three boys had been a pain in the ass and resulted in more than a few hospital trips, luckly none of them resulted in anything broken.
By the time I finished my car, all three of them had mastered riding. Upon finishing my car Namjoon and I drove it all the way to Yoongi and Tae's place before I told them the color I wanted. The color I chose? Purple. Yoongi approved my choice with a small hum before getting to work, he even let me help.
Now that it's Friday I finally get to take it to my first race. I even bought a whole new outfit for tonight, a pair of black ripped jeans paired with a purple tank top and a special black leather jacket with purple flames to accent it. I pull my hair up into a ponytail and pull my boots on at the door before meeting Namjoon in the garage.
I let out a giddy laugh as I climb into the new shiny purple Car, I even go so far as to squeal when I turn it on. I can hear Namjoon’s laugh from his car next to me, but I’m too happy to care. I can’t help but grin when the garage door opens and shows me the road ahead.
As soon as the door is fully open Namjoon’s car rowers to life. I sent him one glance before hauling ass out of the garage. After that it's a race of running red lights and bobbing and weaving around cars.
Namjoon beats me to the meet up spot by an inch and a half. When I pull into a stop I can see him grinning smugly at him through both our windows. He meets me at my door still holding that very same smile. “You still have a lot to learn baby girl.” He chuckles.
“It’s a new car, I’m sure if I raced you in monster I could have beaten you.” I huff crossing my arms. Namjoon throws his head back as he laughs before wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pressing a kiss into my temple. “Im sure you could have, I’ve been teaching you to drive Monster for a year.” he muses
“She came pretty close to beating you though, the closest I’ve ever seen. The most I’ve ever seen anyone come that close was when I raced you and I was behind you by two inches,” Yoongi grins. I perk up at the older man’s confession as Namjoon nods in agreement.
“I say she’s ready, don’t you Namjoon?” Hoseok speaks up from his place by his car. “Ready for what?” I mumble, “Something we shouldn’t discuss here,” Namjoon announces sharply. My eyes widened at his tone and immediately let it go.
“Well,” Jimin speaks up, breaking through the tense air, “I say we let The Goddess officially Christain her new beast.” He continues. “I wouldn’t say he’s a beast.” I smile, Jimin raises an amused eyebrow at me. “Then what just is he?” He smirks, “A guardian.” I smile. “In every good legend a Goddess will always need herself a Guardian.” I explain, “I thought it was a warrior she needed, or like, a Champion.” Taehyung speaks up.
“I have one of those too, more than one according to Namjoon,” I sigh with an eye roll. I watch as Taehyung’s eyes knit together before they shoot up in shock. I felt fear creep up my spine as a knowing smirk crawled it’s way on to his lips.
“I think I can safely assume one of those is that pretty new bike Yoongi built you.” Taehyung laughs. “True, True. If I knew how to ride a bike, I would have kept that sexy beast for myself.” yoongi sighs out. “I can always teach you? I managed to teach three imbassals, teaching a genius shouldn’t be too hard.” I shrug.
“Easy baby girl, you’ll inflate his ego too much,” Namjoon mutters to me teasingly. “No, no. Please do go on, I love to hear people acknowledge my genius.” Yoongi sighs out blissfully. “Annd that's enough ego inflation for today,” Namjoon cuts in and coves my mouth as soon as it opens.
I sent Namjoon a cheeky smile as looks down at me with a pointed look. “I say we cut the chit chat and get to racing wouldn’t you?” Hoseok calls, I watch as the majority of the men around loudly agree with him before stepping away from each other to find an opponent.
I watch Taehyung race first, he being the one to find someone to race first. Tae won as expected and added a new car to his already extensive collection. Hoseok took the next race by storm, he completely plastered the guy and crossed the finish line with his opponent still at the second stop light.
Jimin raced after that, he raced for pink lips and won. As soon as the race ended he picked up his prize and drove back to his place. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as Jimin waved bye to us, his chest puffed up in pride.
I let out a strained sigh as I watched Jin line up his pink car for his race. I glanced to my right as I saw Jungkook’s figure approach. “Not your turn yet baby?” He questions with a smirk, “Don’t call me that.” I sneer. “Oh come on, you love it.” He laughs, “When I’m drunk or in hysteria.” I snorted before turning back to the race. “Have you found anyone to race yet?” He questions, I shake my head as I watch Jin’s mustang rawr loudly. “I’ll tell you what, you can race me.” He offers, my jaw drops as my eyes shoot over to him.
I watch his smug face grin, “What’s the catch?” I sneer. Jungkook’s grin widens, “If I win you have to go on a date with me.” He shrugs. I force down my shock as I watch him carefully, “And if I win?” I prompt. “I’ll never call you baby ever again.” He quips, damn that’s tempting.
I swallow my doubt and smile confidently, “Your on.” Jungkook’s smug smile turns into a smirk. He doesn’t say anything else before he turns and makes his way over to the organizer to reserve the next race.
As Jin came down the street in the lead Jungkook and I made our way to our cars, by the time we were pulling up to our spots Jin was already rolling out with a victory grin. Jin shot us a knowing look as we pass each other, I ignore him and focus on lining my car up. Once in place I put my car in park before glancing at Jungkook.
The bastard is already watching me, a dark stare fills his eyes with his jaw locked and tense. I quickly turn back to the road and brace my hand on the shift, I watch the flag grin strut to the middle from my side. I watch her shoot a suggestive look to Jungkook before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra, I judge her as I watch her attempt to pull it off in a sexy manner. Once she actually got the damn thing off I cringe and the pink with white polka dot bra that can’t be any bigger than a b-cup.
She raises her bra up and glances at the two of us before the crowd around us counts down. I filter out the shouts and focus on the bra being held in the air. As soon as the bra drops I flick my shift in gear and hit the gas.
I focus on the road ahead, passing the first, the second, and eventually turning at the third stop light without so much as glips of Jungkook’s blue car ahead of me. Approaching the second stoplight I catch the color blue out of the corner of my eye, glancing over I see Jungkook’s car pull up alongside mine. As he levels with me I glance at him only to see him staring at me intensely, paying no mind to the road ahead of him as I routinely glance at the road ahead to keep in check.
When we pass the second stoplight our cars are neck and neck for the win, I pull away from watching Jungkook to focus on the last stoplight. Forty feet away from the stop light I see Jungkook’s car inch closer to mine. My eyes widen as he gets closer and closer until we're so close our side view mirrors are an inch apart.
I felt my heart sink from my chest as I watch when they almost tap from the way he pulls even closer. I glare at Jungkook heatedly, I was NOT going to let him chip my car. As soon as I saw his hand move to turn his wheel I hit the breaks, I pulled back and let Jungkook pass the finish line first.
I felt my chest flare with anger as the crowd cheered in victory. I grit my teeth and pull back into my parking space next to Namjoon. Namjoon is already standing there waiting for me, an amused expression carved onto his face.
As soon as I step out of my car I glide my hands over the sides looking for any imperfections Jungkook might have caused without me knowing. Luckily I didn’t find any, I can hear Namjoon’s laughter from the side.
“I didn’t want him to scratch or damage it, I just finished it and I would rather die than let Jeon Jungkook ruin it in a fucking street race.” I grumble. “It’s okay baby girl, I get it. Just get yourself another car you wouldn’t mind ruining in street races and use that from now on.” He suggests. “Yeah, your right.” I sigh leaning my head into his side, “I guess I’m really gonna have to go on a date with Jungkook huh?” I mumble. I felt Namjoon stiffen, “That little shit,” He grumbles.
“You didn’t know?” I gasp, “Oh no, I knew. I just assumed when he asked me to let him take you on date I didn’t think he would ask you by racing for pink lips.” He sneers. I let out a long sigh, “Wow, that's soo surprising.” I moan sarcastically. “Don’t sass me little girl,” He grunts, I roll my eyes but a small smile slips onto my lips.
Jungkook walks over smugly, that is until Namjoon locks his eyes on him. Jungkook visibly shrunk down as Namjoon pressed an intimidating gaze onto him. As soon as he got close enough Namjoon stands to his full height and stalks over to him, “Let’s take a walk Jungkook.” Namjoon smiles as he wraps an arm around his shoulders already leading the shaking boy away.
Taehyung crackles from beside me as Namjoon leads Jungkook away from the group. “Oh I bet he’ll piss his pants,” Tae sighs out blissfully, “I take that action I bet fifty bucks that he buckles as soon as Joon walks away.” Jin pipes up. “I bet he does both” Yoongi adds, I shook my head as all three shook on it.
Thirty minutes later the four of us watch closely as Jungkook and Namjoon come back. Tae’s eyes shoot down to Jungkook’s pants but there’s no wet patch. Namjoon leads Jungkook all the way over us before patting his shoulder and makes his way over to Hoseok.
As soon as Namjoon was a safe distance away I watched in shock as Jungkook’s legs buckled and he gripped the top of Namjoon’s car for support. As soon as he realizes he touches it he rips his hand away as if he’s been burned. “Oh my god, I think I peed a little.” Jungkook mutters. Tae and Jin groan as they both reach for their wallet and yoongi smirks in victory.
“You seriously bet on me?” Jungkook asks as his face scrunches up. The three males nod as two hand over fifty bucks each. “Some friend you are,” He scoffs, “Says the boy that hussles Namjoon’s little girl into a date.” Yoongi shot back with an eye roll as he collected his winnings.
“I don’t know about you losers but I’m going to head home.” I yawn, “Night darling,” Tae chimes. I wave tiredly as I walk to my car, as soon as I climb in and start the car a knock comes from my window. I glance over to see Jungkook motioning for me to roll the window down.
Namjoon watches me through the bathroom mirror as I flat iron my hair. His bulky frame acts as a second door taking up the whole door space, even when he’s leaving against the door frame.
I let out a groan before reluctantly rolling the window down, “What?” I groan. “I’m picking you up at six tomorrow. Be ready.” Jungkook says before he walks away. I let out a sigh before driving home and falling asleep with worries of six pm tomorrow.
“I want you home by midnight, and if he touches you in any way you don’t like, kick him the dick then call me so I can finish the job, and I swear to god if he tries to get you to give him road head-” He rants, I cringe as I hear that last one. “Namjoon, I’ll be fine. I’m not that scared little girl you dropped off on her first day of school anymore.” I comfort.
Namjoon lets out a long sigh before stepping forward and pressing a kiss to the crown of my head. “I know, I'm very proud of you.” he smiles, “I just don’t want to see you hurt or scared ever again. I’ve seen enough to last me my entire life time.” He mumbles. “Thanks, Joon.” I whisper, “Anytime baby girl.” He smiles with the dimples that I adore.
Just as he pulls away a knock comes from the door, “I’ll get the door so you can finish up.” He smiles, before I can protest he’s already rushing down the hallway. I quickly finished the three sections I had left before running to my bedroom and grabbing my shoes.
When I came into the living room I found Namjoon looming over Jungkook, his gun tucked into the very front of his belt on full show. I roll my eyes and pull on my shoes. With my shoes on I approach from the side, “Come on Jungkook, I’ll see you tonight Joon.” I smile pressing a light kiss to Namjoon’s cheek as I pull Jungkook out the door.
“Remember home by midnight, aim for the balls and no-” I cut off his rant by shutting the door. “No what?” Jungkook questions, “Nothing you need to worry about unless you want to find out why he wants me to aim for the balls.” I quip as we walk down the stairs and out of the garage.
I see Jungkook cringe before nodding, When we reach the street I’m shocked to see that Jungkook didn’t drive his exotic blue car. Instead I’m pleasantly surprised with a black 1967 Chevy Impala. “Oh wow,” I gasp at the beautiful car. “It was a gift from Namjoon when I won my first street race.” He smiles.
I felt a warmness bubble up in my chest hearing the memory. “That's amazing,” I smile, Jungkook nods shly before opening the passenger door for me. He held it open as I climbed in before shutting it after I settled.
I watch as he walks around the car into and climbs into the driverside. I grin as I hear the car purr to life, I relax into the seat as Jungkkook pulls off and starts down the road. “So where are we going?” I question as I watch the buildings pass, “To dinner and then an event,” he answers.
I lift my eyebrow at him to elaborate but he doesn’t. It isn’t until we pull up to a small diner do I understand his terms of dinner. I recognize this place, from the times where I still mugged people off a dirt bike.
Jungkook opens the car door for me and the diner door as we enter. To my pleasure I spot the old owner at the cash register, I watch her old face light up as we walk past her. I send her a wave before Jungkook and I pick a two seat table.
Jungkook pulls the chair out for me and helps me push in before he sits down himself. An older woman smiles kindly at us before handing us menus and taking our drink orders. Jungkook and I both ordered cokes before looking over our menus.
“Have you been here before? I saw you wave at the older lady at the counter.” Jungkook asks, “I’ve been in and out here a bit, when I didn’t know Namjoon. Her Name is Miss Nam and she owns the diner, I know her son too but Eric works deeper into the city. He comes around when he can.” I inform, looking over the menu and eyeing the new item.
“Anything you would recommend then?” He continues, “The curry is pretty good, but I’m going to try their new chicken and dumplings. It wasn’t on the menu that last time I was here.” I mumble out in thought. Jungkook nods before looking back over the menu.
I jump when I see Miss Nam carry our drinks over to us, “Miss Nam please don’t serve tables!” I panic quickly leaning into her to take the drinks. “Don’t worry yourself (y/n), I’m only doing it to come see you and the handsome young man you've brought along with you.” She smiles.
“But look at you! So full and healthy! I haven’t seen you in forever and I have gotten worried.” She gushes as she cups my cheeks. “Thank you miss Nam, I have someone who looks after me now, I’ve been doing better.” I laugh gently, taking her hands in mine.
“I saw that your dead beat of a father was found dead on city borders. Boy as soon as I saw the paper I called Eric thinking that they had gotten you too, but lord am I relieved to have the world rid of that man, mostly for your sake sweetie.” She whispers, I saw Jungkook stiffen at the subject but I keep holding my well practiced smile.
“Thank you Miss Nam, But umm… This is Jeon Jungkook, a friend of mine who asked me out on a date tonight.” I smile using one hand to gesture to said boy. Jungkook sent the elder woman a charming smile but the woman sent him a sharp look that caused him to jump. “You take care of her now boy, I may be old but I’m not to be underestimated.” She scolds waving a finger in his face.
Jungkook nods his head obedintly squeaking out a ‘yes ma’am’ every so often. I force down a grin as I watch but eventually Miss Nam lets go of my hands, “I’ll let you get on with your date now sweetie, I just had to say hello.” She sighs, “It’s fine miss Nam, I wouldn't dream of coming in and not coming to say hello before I left.” I laugh.
Miss Nam smiles and affectionately pats my cheek before walking back to her post. Jungkook lets out a sigh in relief as the older woman leaves. I smile and lean my head against my cheek as I watch Jungkook sink into his seat. “She likes you,” I smile, “That’s a relief,” He mumbles.
The older woman came back over a minute later and took our orders, I ordered the chicken and dumplings and Jungkook ordered the curry. A little while later our food came. I watch as Jungkook takes his first bite and his eyes light up at the taste. I smile and try the creamy soup, I moan at the taste.
I glance up to see Jungkook eyeing the bowl of thick soup, I scoop up a bumping and hold it out for him to try. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to open his mouth and take in the bite. I laugh as Jungkook hisses at the hot food. He chews quickly before swallowing.
“That is good, Can I have another bite?” He questions, I let out a short laugh before nodding. I scoop up chicken this time and hold it out for him, Jungkook leans forward and blows on it a few times before taking the bite. He groans and chews slowly, nodding his head at taste.
I shook my head and went back to eating my food, but by the time we finished it was almost seven. Jungkook and I wrapped it up before we walked to the front to pay. Jungkook takes the bill as I say goodbye to Miss Nam and promised to come by more often, Jungkook holds the door open for me as we leave and opens the car door for me when we get to the car.
“Alright so what’s part two?” I smile leaning against the window but looking over at Jungkook. Jungkook smiles and glances over at me, “you’ll see.” He grins. I hum in amusement and continue to watch him in silence.
I only pull away as the city buildings start to lessen, it isn’t until we reach a stadium do I realize what he intended for us to do. Jungkook parks before getting out, I watch him circle the car and open the door for me. Once I’m out and he closes the door he wraps an arm around my shoulder as he leads me to the stadium gates.
“I got us here early so we can check out the cars,” He informs as he hands over a pair of tickets. The man in the window nods in thanks before we are allowed to pass. There's a decent crowd gathered in the stadium already, but the Race doesn’t start until an hour.
Jungkook leads us to the garages where racers had pulled their cars out and checked out final details. Jungkook and I walk slowly looking over each car, every now or then Jungkook would recognize someone and whisper a comment about them in my ear.
One person, a racer sponsored by Red Bull, supposably pees himself if he races too close to that wall. Another person, a racer sponsored by a bread company, gets drunk really fast and throws up after every race. But this is all coming from Jungkook so I have no idea if it's right or not.
Jungkook stops and stares at the last car in the line, a pink one with a general store sponsorship. Jungkook looks at it sadly but he then turns and shoots me a small smile. “This was Seokjin’s car you know,” He smiles. My eyes widen as I recognize the car from the magazine cover in Yoongi's house.
I open my mouth to reply but another voice cuts me off, “Well if it isn’t little kookie.” A teasing tone sings out. I watch in shock as Jungkook’s face grows dark, “(y/n),” Jungkook spoke stiffly. “This is Lee Jaebeom, he took over when Jin retired,” he almost sneers. I look at the man he gestures to, his pink jumpsuit fits him nicely, he has a clean shaved face, and his hair is neatly styled. He didn’t look as old a seokjin but he definitely isn’t younger than Namjoon.
“Wow Kookie, you sure have grown up since I’ve seen you! And look, you even have a little girlfriend with you!” The man smirks, I glare at the tone he uses. The playful tone he uses is one you talk with when you address a child a decade younger than what Jungkook and I actually are.
Jaebeom turns and actually makes contact with me, I suppress a shiver as his eyes rake over me. Only after he gets his fill does he actually look at my face. It’s then his eerie smirk grows into one that sends a shot of fear down my spine.
“Oooh Kookie!” He jeers, “Moving up in the world are we? Does Namjoon know you're taking his prodigy out on a date?” He laughs. I felt my blood run cold and I shifted closer to Jungkook, Jungkook’s arm automatically wraps around me tighter. “I really don’t think it’s your concern since he kicked you out.” Jungkook snaps, My eyes widen at the new piece of information. My shock furthers as Jaebeom lets out a crazed laugh that attracts more than a few unwanted stares.
“You guys really need to let that go,” He sighs, “Besides Namjoon made it out alive didn’t he, and you and your mentor are now free to race freely.” He continues. I swallow hard at the mention of Namjoon. Jungkook lets out a scoff, “Come on (y/n), we gotta get good seats.” Jungkook calls, providing an exit to the tense conversation.
I nod my head mutely allowing Jungkook to lead me away from the man. Once a safe distance away I glance over my shoulder to look at him, I stiffen when I see he’s still watching us. He smirks and waves playfully when he catches my gaze, I whip around and move closer to Jungkook until we’re out of eyesight.
Once Jungkook found us seats and we got settled in, my curiosity finally met its limit. “Who is he?” I question, Jungkook lets out a long sigh. “His name is Jaebeom, long ago before Jimin and Taehyung were a legacy, it was just me and the Elites. Jaebeom is a world renowned racer known for taking such crazy risks they actually worked. He was brought into the elites when Namjoon and Yoongi were. Not long after them came Jin and I, but by then things were already on the rocks. Jaebeom put Namjoon and Yoongi at risk a lot.” Jungkook recalls, leaning back in his seat and staring blankly at the track in front of us.
“The final straw was when all the Elites went out, I don’t know where, but when they came back Namjoon was beaten to a pulp. Almost hospitalized, but I remember hearing Jin scream at the top of his lungs at Jaebeom. Screaming about being so reckless that he could have killed anyone of them. When Namjoon recovered he kicked Jaebeom out of the Elites. Being spiteful, Jaebeom took his revenge out on Jin and I.” Jungkook continues.
“He’s the reason Seokjin retired?” I whisper, Jungkook simply nods. “I can’t complain too much though, if he was right about something it's the fact that Jin and I can race freely now. Without track rules, and without professional risk.” Jungkook sighs with a small smile.
I let out a playful scoff, “Maybe you should have stayed in racing, I swear I would have kicked your ass if you had hit my car.” I mumble. Jungkook lets out a boyishly laugh before throwing his arm over the back of my seat, “Ahh, but that was the whole reason I beat you baby, I was counting on you to pull away in fear I’d chip your car.” He smirks.
“It won’t be like that next time, because next time I won’t make the mistake of driving a car that is important to me.” I huff. When Jungkook doesn’t say anything I glance over to him, I feel my cheeks flush when I see him staring me down with a look of endearment. I sent him a sneer and pushed his face away with my hand, another boyish laugh escaped the boy.
The race started a little later, Jungkook bought us some popcorn as we watched. Sometimes Jungkook will explain a certain tactic when we saw it or explain a rule I didn’t understand. But as the Race came to a close I noticed the smug look Jungkook had when another racer completed their hundredth lap before Jaebeom.
We didn’t stay long after the race ended, We quickly made our way to the exit and out to the car. Jungkook starts the car and pulls out of the stadium, “It’s only ten? Do you want to go home?” Jungkook questions without taking his eye off the road. “Would you tease me if I said no?” I mumble, a small smile slips onto Jungkook’s lips at my question. “No,” He muses as he glances over to me, I feel my breath hitch as one of Jungkook’s place itself on my thigh. To my confusion it doesn’t stir any concerning feelings, the warmth and weight of the hand is oddly comforting.
I relax and listen to the hum of the car and gaze at the city lights through the window. I don’t even realize when Jungkook started to rub circles on my thigh, I only notice he’s doing it when one circle goes higher than the rest.
“You know Namjoon will kill you if he finds out you're touching me provocatively,” I tease quietly. Jungkook let out a small laugh as he pulled up to a stop light. As soon as he stops, his hand jerks away from me and puts the car in park, my eyes widen as he lunges across the seat and presses a kiss onto my lips. I push down my shock and press back.
I let out a blissful gasp when Jungkook pushes me against the door of the car and cages me with both hands pressed to the window. With his new found leverage Jungkook deepens the kiss by taking the hand closest to the seat and gently cupping my jaw before using his thumb to push open my mouth. I moan when his tongue slides into my mouth slowly stroking against mine.
Jungkook pulls away and uses the same hand that pushed my mouth open to push my head to the side to give him access to my throat. I hum out in pleasure as wet kisses pepper onto my neck, however gasps soon take their place as Jungkook’s hot tongue presses into my skin. My arms find feeling when his teeth suddenly rake across the previous tongued skin, they wrap around Jungkook quickly as one hand grabs onto the collar of his leather jacket and the other knotting itself into his hair.
The hot air quickly becomes still as I catch sight of blue and red lights coming down the street. I pull on Jungkook’s collar to get his attention, “Jungkook!” I mumble doing my best to keep my voice steady as his teeth continue their tourcher. “Yeah baby?” He mumbles into my skin, “Cops!” I squeak when his teeth clasp against my skin.
I let out a shaky breath as I get whiplash from how fast Jungkook pulls himself off of me. Before I can process what just happened Jungkook is back on the drivers side and skillfully flicking the car into gear. I jerk slightly as Jungkook takes off the road, the cop car sires now blaring as they chase us.
Jungkook remains silent as he focuses on the road ahead, I gasp when he turns sharply and drifts the car onto a new street. He goes down four blocks before making another turn, then down five blocks. Junkook halts to a stop in front of a wide alleyway.
My eyes widen as Jungkook turns the car vertically in the middle of a parallel street, He lines the car up with the alleyway, and backs into it, he backs up as deep as he can go before shutting the car off. I breathe deeply as a second later the cop car flies past us.
Jungkook relaxes into his seat, he too takes sharp breaths. Finally when we evened out he glanced over at me. “You're really going to get me in trouble one of these days,” He mumbles, “If I do recall, each time you almost have it’s always you who starts it.” I smirk.
Jungkook shot me a dark look, “Then I guess I’ll start it again,” He grunts. I yelp as he reaches forward and pulls me across the seat and effortlessly lifts me into his lap. Jungkook leans forward and presses his lips flush against mine all while he pushes me into the steering wheel.
I gasp when My back is pressed flush against the wheel, I’m suddenly very thankful that I can’t touch the horn. Jungkook’s hands perch themselves on my ass, he forces out a moan when he cups it tightly. Jungkook’s tongue slides right into my mouth and goes straight for my tongue.
When air becomes needed I try to pull away but Jungkook follows me, the action causes my back to dig into the wheel and our kiss becomes messy. “Jungkook,” I whimper when the desire to breathe properly becomes desperate. Jungkook chuckles before finally pulling away.
I heave in the air when it becomes available, as I catch my breath Jungkook leans back into his seat and trails his hands from my ass to my thighs then back up. I finally stabilize my breathing but my thoughts are still fuzzy from all the tension.
A moan slips through my lips when Jungkook’s hip slowly rolls between mine, The hard on he sports pushing directly into my apex. My body goes lax and falls against the wheel as his hips roll again. “Jungkook,” I huff as my hands struggle to find something to grab onto.
“M’sorry baby, can’t help it.” He moans, “you’re too much for me you know. You make me want you so bad.” He huffs leaning his head back against the seat as his hips grind harder into me. “Fuck!” He grunts lifting his hips up into me, “You're really going to make me cum in my pants.” he moans. My eyes widened at his confession, “No!” I gasp pressing my hips into his hoping I can stop his movement.
“Why! What’s wrong?” Jungkook yelps as his head snaps up to meet my eyes. “Don’t want you to cum in your pants.” I mumble, heat rising up my neck and to my cheeks. I feel Jungkook’s tense panicked body relax. I jump as I feel his familiar soft lips press against the neck of my skin, “Where should I cum then baby?” He mumbles against me, I felt my cheeks burn and my body flush as more than a few ideas came to thought.
“Do you need some ideas baby? Because I have a few,” he teases against my skin. I moan slips through my lips as his tongue and teeth work magic against my neck. “Please?” I mumble, I let my neck fall into the groove of his shoulder and throat. I feel Jungkook’s chest vibrate at the action, “Please what? Do you need me?” He questions. I nod my head against him, “Where? Where do you need my baby?” He questions.
I don’t say a word as I take his hand in mine before I gently place it between us at the apex of my legs. Jungkook moans softly, “Here?” He mumbles as I feel his fingers push over my covered slit. I whimper and nod hurriedly. “Fuck,” He breaths, “Okay,” He groans. “Come on, climb in the back.” He instructs, I pull myself off of him and quite literally throw myself over the seat into the back.
I hear Jungkook laugh from the front seat as I do so, once I’m over the seat and laying across the backseat Jungkook heaves himself over the backseat as well. Once he too is over the seat Jungkook settles himself above me and in between my legs.
I watch hazly as he leans up and tugs off his leather jacket before pulling his shirt over head, he tosses both articles of clothes to the floor behind him. Once off he pulls me up and helps me pull off my shirt, he tosses it off to the floor beside us but stops at my bra.
I gasp as his hot tongue makes contact with the swells of my breasts, his hands cupping my bra and using it to push my breasts closer together. I moan as he teeth clasp around flesh, he dulls the ache of his bite with his tongue before all at once his hands yank down my bra. The bra is pushed down under my breasts further pushing them up for Jungkook to play with.
I let my head fall back as his mouth makes contact with a hard nipple, already overstimulated by the content contrast of Jungkook’s hot mouth and air around us that is slowly growing in temperature as well. Jungkook’s tongue rolls against my nipple slowly before sucking then biting. Whimpers fall from my lips as he continues to torcher each breast with his process.
When Jungkook is satisfied he wraps his arms around me and unclasps my bra letting my breasts fall to their natural place. Slowly Jungkook lowers me back down to the seat before his hands trail from my breast down my stomach to the button of my pants. My chest heaves as he teasingly plays with the button for a second, “Jungkook!” I whines rolling my hips up to him to urge him.
“Alright, alright! Fuck baby I just want to take my time.” He mumbles with a small laugh. “If we had the time I would let you, If I go home late Namjoon will kill you.” I chide, Jungkook stops and looks down at me. His face hardens in thought before a small smile plays on his lips, “A risk I’m willing to take if I can have you for the night.” He decides.
My eyes widen as he pops open the button of my pants before he’s pulling them off my hips and legs. Jungkook tosses them into my pile of clothes then positions himself right back over me. He places one hand on the seat by my head and uses it to hold himself up as the dips into my panties.
As soon as his fingers make contact with my womanhood it draws a moan from the both of us. “Fuck your wet, so fucking wet.” He mutters, almost to himself. Jungkook’s fingers trace my slit with the tips of his fingers slightly curved. He gives a small rub to my clit before pulling his hand out and shoving them into his mouth. My mouth falls open when his eyebrows knit together and moans at the taste.
I lick my lips as he continues to suck on fingers, He pulls them from his mouth slowly. I watch as his fingers are covered in a thick coat of saliva with strands of it stretching from his mouth to his fingers. He smirks just before his hand is back in my panties and fingers buried in my pussy.
My back arches when he starts to pump his fingers in slowly, I can feel the slight curve he adds to them and how well they stroke a spot inside me that causes a hotness to swell in my stomach. “So good,” I whine rolling my hips into fingers, Jungkook doesn’t reply. He just leans down and catches my lips with his. I gasp against the kiss each time his fingers touch the tight little spot inside me. Each time I gasp Jungkook rolls his tongue around mine, the action adds the messiness of the kiss.
A sharp moan is ripped from me when Jungkook’s thumb makes a sudden appearance at my clit, his thumb presses into my clit harshly but in slow circles. He chuckles at my reaction before taking my bottom lip between his teeth and pulling away taking my lip with him.
The hot smoldering pool in my stomach is unbearably deep, and it only gets deeper when Jungkook’s fingers rake against my special spot. I let out a screech and grab onto his forearms when his thumb rolls my clit as soon as his fingers hit that spot. That one action is enough to cause my body to flush, I clench around Jungkook’s fingers as I come. I jerk my hips up to meet his hand with desperate whines tumbling out of my mouth as he works me through my orgasm.
I let out a quiet moan in bliss when my orgams subsides, but the pool in my stomach is empty and there's an ache for it to be filled again. I whimper as Jungkook’s fingers leave me, I pout when I see him pop them back into his mouth. He smirks upon seeing the look I’m giving him, “Mmm, don’t worry baby we’re not done.” He chimes from between his fingers.
Once satisfied that his fingers are clean, I watch wantonly as his hands move to his belt. As soon as his belt popped open I shot my hands out to his pants and hurried to get them open. I glance up and catch the amused smile on his face at my hurry. As I pull the zipper down Jungkook is pulling his waste line down. I help him get his pants off to his knees before he’s kicking them off and into his pile of clothes on the car floor.
I gasp at the tent in his pants, “Fuck, I think your going to be the one that kills me,” I moan. “I wouldn’t think so, I think that pretty pussy of yours is going to swallow me whole.” He whispers. I felt my cunt throb at his words, “Now come here,” He smirks before jerking me closer to him. He helps me pull off my panties, as I toss them into my pile Jungkook is tugging off his boxers. As he puts them on the floor he reaches for his pants and digs around in his pockets for his wallet.
I laugh as he pulls out a new looking condom from his wallet before tossing his wallet to the floor. “Jin gave it to me before I left,” He mumbles, “I won’t tell Joon if you don’t?” I grin, “You got yourself a deal baby,” He laughs before using his hand and teeth to rip it open.
When it opens I gently take it from his mouth and roll it on him, Jungkook moans as soon as my hands come in contact with his cock. As soon as it’s on Jungkook leans down and places a slow kiss on my lips. I let out a blissful sigh as I felt his cock rub against my slit.
Jungkook deepens the kiss when sigh, sliding his tongue back into my mouth. I feel his hands fall to my hips before his tip presses against my entrance, I moan when the tip presses in. Jungkook’s hands slide from my hips up my body before interlacing with mine. I moan loudly when makes a strong thrust in, he jerks our interlaced hands to the small space above my head. My hips jerk up only to feel Jungkook’s, A moan tumbles from us both.
My breathing is heavy and every time my chest heaves up I meet Jungkook’s broader one. Jungkook pulls away from our sloppy his and sinks down to bury his head into my neck. I feel him mouth over the flesh, sucking every so often at a new spot. I close my eyes and feel the way Jungkook fills me up so good, I can feel him throb every so often and I relish in the heat of his cock that seems to soak through the condom.
When the slight burning feeling subsides I roll my hips into his, A hiss falls from Jungkook’s lips at my small action. Without a word spoken Jungkook pulls up from my body, using our interlaced hands as leverage when he thrusts his hips and rolls them just before he sinks all the way in.
The move rips a moan right out of me, I lock eyes with Jungkook. His gaze is smoldering and wanting, Lust practically dripping from them. Each thrust of his hips causes a moan and each time the tip of his cock pushes against that spot inside me it causes my stomach to swell. Jungkook groans when my pussy clenches around him when he hits that special spot.
The swelling builds and builds until I’m thrusting up meeting him, desperate to meet an end. But it becomes too much, my legs shake too much for me to properly meet him causing less pleasure than more. I whine when my hips fall back onto the seat after another failed attempt, my thighs quivering violently around him desperate for the stimulation of an end.
“Fuck! Baby it's okay, I got you.” Jungkook calls, I yelp when his hands let go of mine as one places itself on the window above me and the other throws my leg closest to the front seats over his hip and holds it there. His first thrust in with his new leverage causes my head to spin. He hits deeper than before and the tip of his cock practically spears at the spot inside of me.
My hands fly around Jungkook, desperately looking for something to grab onto. When Jungkook’s pace starts gaining more speed and in turn power, my nails find home in his skin. But the action just seems to egg him on. I gasp wildly against him and moaning like a porn star every other gasp.
“Fuck!” he curses, “So fuckin’ tight, your getting so fuckin’ tight baby.” He slurs. My nails rake down to his shoulders when the pool in my stomach pulses, so close to flushing out completely. “So close, Jungkook so close.” I beg, “Mmm fuck, It’s okay baby cum for me.” He moans.
The hand holding up my thigh lets go and reappears at his face just before he sinks his thumb into mouth. I watch him suck and lather his tongue over it before he pulls it out a pop. I almost fucking scream when his wet thumb comes crashing down on my clit. The quick harsh circles quickly fall into timing when Jungkook hits the bruising spot inside me.
I get so dangerously close, so close that my eyes squeeze shut in anticipation. “Look at me!” Jungkook growls, My eyes snap open and my jaw drops at the commanding tone. “I wanna see it, I wanna see the look you make when you cum all over this cock.” He snarls. I gasp and clench around him as the dirty words rumble from his chest.
“Fuck your gonna make me cum baby, but you gotta cum first.” He whines, a stark contrast to his previous deep growls. “You gotta cum first, gotta make you come first.” He chants. The sheer pressure of his thrusts throws me over the edge, my nails completely rake down his back as my orgams hits me like a wave and drags me under. I hear Jungkook let out a loud wanton moan and I can feel his erratic thrusts, but I didn’t process that he had come until my orgasm starts to fade.
I felt my body go lax against the seat, my breath heavy and uneven. I look up at Jungkook to see him barely holding himself up with his head hung and eyes closed. I wait until I see his breathing even out before leaning up and placing a soft kiss against his lip. I’m thoroughly pleased when Jungkook kisses back.
“Fuck, I like you a lot more than I orginally planned,” He chuckles, a laugh bubble up from my throat. “You know Joon will kill you for this,” I laugh, Jungkook shrugs “I was damned if I did, damned if I didn’t”. I roll my eyes at his comment, I reach into my piles of clothes and find my phone.
I flinch as I’m blinded by the screen light, my eyes widen and a laugh rips from my throat as I see the time. “What?” Jungkook mumbles as he lazaly presses kisses against my skin. “It’s only 11:30.” I laugh in disbelief. Jungkook smirks smugly, “That's plenty of time to get you home.” He chimes, “Let’s get dressed, after experience sex like that I really don’t like the idea of getting my dick shot off.” he grunts pushing himself to sit up in the seat.
“I thought you said it would be worth it?” I tease, “Oh don’t get me wrong baby it was very worth it, so much in fact that I would die if I can’t have it again,” He chimes. I laugh at his confession before getting dressed. It took us way longer than it should have to get dressed, but Jungkook managed to get me home ten minutes before 12:00 by running a few red lights and cutting a few tight corners.
Jungkook pulls to a stop in front of the garage, “I would walk you to the door but…” He tails off nervously. “No I get it, I’d actually prefer it if you didn't. I'm sure Joon is waiting for me at the door,” I giggle.
“I’ll see you Monday yeah?” I smirk, Jungkook leans forward and presses a soft kiss against my lips, “Definitely,” He agrees. I gave him one last kiss before getting out of the car and making way up to the loft. It was extremely painful to climb up the stairs but I got there.
To my surprise the loft lights are off, I hum in confusion but shrug it off. I flick the light on but scream when I see Joon sitting in a chair in front of me with his pistol in hand. “JESUS CHRIST NAMJOON! WHAT THE HELL!” I screech clutching my chest. Namjoon remains passive as he glances at the clock, “cutting it kinda close aren’t you?” He questions. “You're a crazy bastard,” I mutter as I walk to my room. “I’ve been called worse,” He chimes before getting up and going to his own room.
That Monday I drove myself to school, unwilling to allow Namjoon to start a scene with Jungkook in the middle of public. I slept the majority of Sunday, but still woke up tired. Getting dressed this morning mostly consisted of the bare minimum of the uniform, in the midst of my tired haze I forgot my leather jacket adding an unnecessary annoyance to my day. Arriving at school to see three males waiting up on me helped ease my annoyance.
I smile at the group of them tiredly, “You look tired darling,” Jimin chimes. “It was a long weekend.” I mumble, I half expect to see Jungkook snort but all I got was the same analyzing look I saw since I arrived. “Somethings missing,” he spoke randomly, “Now that you mention it, yeah something is,” Tae agrees. “Oh yeah, I forgot my jacket this morning.” I sigh, Tae hums but casts Jungkook a curious look as he runs off. The three of us watch as Jungkook jogs all the way back to his car and opens it up, we continue to watch him as digs through it. Eventually he pulls himself out with a black object in hand, I quickly realize it’s his own leather jacket.
Jungkook jogs all the way back over before opening it up from me to put on. I don’t question it as I turn and he helps me slip it on. Once over my shoulders Jungkook carefully pulls my hair out from under the jacket before I turn around and he reaches forward to tug it in place. “There much better, it’s weird seeing you without one on.” He chimes, I felt my cheeks heat up a little. No one gets to say anything else about it when the bell rings.
Jungkook and Tae take the lead as Jimin and I follow behind him. “He has a point you know, it is a little weird. But I bet he only likes it because you're wearing his jacket,” Jimin whispers over to me with a smirk. “Why would it matter if it's his or not?” I scoff stuffing my heads into the pockets. “Don’t you know darling? A racer's jacket over a woman is like having their name engraved on a trophy.” he chimes, I felt my cheeks burn at the meaning. I glance at Jungkook as he laughs at something Tae said, completely oblivious to Jimin and I’s conversation, and decide that being equal to his name engraved on a trophy doesn’t sound all that bad.
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a world alone; myg
➳ pairing: vampire!yoongi, street racer!yoongi x reader
➳ genre: modern vampire AU, street racer AU, bad boy AU, fwb AU, smut, fluff, angst
➳ wc: 11.3k
➳ synopsis: the rest of the world will pay no mind to yoongi’s gentle soul. they’ll take one look at his etched skin, bruised knuckles, and gnarly scar and write him off as the bad guy regardless of the faded heart he wears on his sleeve. they think they know everything about your best friend, yet they’ll never know about his bloodlust and his need for speed.
➳ warnings: explicit language, mentions of drug and alcohol consumption, heavy petting, blood sucking, menstrual blood, oral (f receiving), handjobs, fingering, unprotected sex.
➳ a/n: this is dedicated to my delightful destinee, @yourdelights 🥺💖 i was heavily inspired by Lorde’s music, and I’m dying for her comeback!! yoongi’s character was also based on jess’ character from gilmore girls (shout-out to vic for reigniting my love for that show @minsprings !!)
Your parents always warn you about hanging out with the wrong crowd. They’re under the false impression that anyone who surfs the internet for “fun” and recreationally smokes weed in their parents’ basement — two crimes worthy of capital punishment — is inherently the offspring of Satan.
It’s quite melodramatic to say the least, but they don’t even know the half of it.
Sure, you understand the consequences of drinking fireballs until your throat is raw and getting plastered beyond recognition. You can also see why it’d be a bad idea to stick and poke needles into one another’s arms or to have unprotected sex. It’s inevitably a part of suburban culture when there’s nothing else to do in this deadbeat town besides pray to a God who doesn’t even care to listen.
But if they think their advice is going to stop you from being a quote unquote deadbeat, they’re gravely mistaken.
There’s no harm in a little bit of indulgence, right? Because if there’s one thing you can’t wrap your head around, it’s reasons to stay away from Min Yoongi.
They claim that the infamous bad boy is “nothing but trouble,” but to you, there’s absolutely nothing dangerous about his warm eyes and gentle hands. He may be a little wild and fluorescent in the dark, but under the moonlight, the way he wraps you around in his ink spattered arms makes you feel safer than no other. Although Yoongi is anything but perfect, you can easily acknowledge that.
Yoongi has his flaws. A million and one bad habits to kick. He has tired eyes, no doubt from his unhealthy lack of sleep. His caffeine addiction keeps him up at night, yet you can’t help but spur it every time you secretly drop by his place with an americano in hand. Not only is his hot breath laced with coffee beans, but on occasion, it’s unmistakably mingled with some potent nicotine. To be quite honest, the taste isn’t as bad as your parents describe it to be. You’ve been trying to wean him off of it though, and it’s been working for the most part.
Rather, in place of smoking a pack a week, Yoongi subconsciously bites his nails. Even though chewing off his cuticles isn’t a healthy substitute either, it’s certainly better than killing his lungs and filling it with smoke. You can also admit to biting your own nails out of fear or anxiety sometimes, but ever since you started to hang around the older boy, the habit has diminished significantly. Nowadays, your mouth is fixated on other things your mother wouldn’t be proud to hear about.
In the hazy, quiet of the night, when the rest of the world is fast asleep, you situate yourself on top of Yoongi’s lap, straddling him on either side of his thigh just like clockwork. The novel you were once reading is long forgotten from your dainty hands, too busy carding it through his dark locks and pulling at his roots. Your mouths are preoccupied with one another as he’s the one to bite your lip, and you’re the one to bite your tongue, holding back secrets he’s not ready to hear.
With parted lips and clashing teeth, Yoongi rolls his tongue around yours. In a fight for dominance, you’d gladly submit to him any day. A gasp falls between your teeth and a shiver runs down your spine as he trails his cold hands down your sides, rubbing circles into your exposed hip bones with his calloused thumbs, never daring to dip further south without your permission.
He peppers kisses down the column of your throat with his swollen lips, sucking bruises into the tender skin. Yoongi focuses his attention at the base of your neck, lapping at the pretty love bites adorning your clavicle. You brace yourself for what’s to come by squeezing at his broad shoulders. Growing restless, you begin to bounce on his lap, begging for him to use you at his disposal.
The faint glow of the overhead lamp illuminates his profile, his honey skin glistening in the low light. Your heavy lidded eyes wills itself to open up, meeting your sight with the man beneath you. While your eyes darken with lust, a clouded vision of Yoongi overcomes you ー his pupils shining with an otherworldly brilliance, a golden glare so intense that you fall prey to him every night.
Your sultry eyes are pleading for him to sink his teeth into your flesh, and who is Yoongi to deny you of all the finer things in life? He caresses your waist with a soft touch, gently squeezing at your sides as if he’s too afraid to let go, but Yoongi is vastly acute of all your reactions. So with the nod of your head and a whisper of affirmation, you confess that you want this ー him ー more than anything in the world.
Yoongi runs his tongue over the most sensitive parts of your neck, sucking on the prominent vein at the juncture of your shoulder. He slows down to massage his teeth into your skin, biting gently before piercing your jugular with his canine fangs. All the blood in your body rushes through your vessels, satiating Yoongi’s bloodlust thirst. You’re at a loss of breath, panting heavily as you overheat under the scope of his fiery glare and the electrifying graze of his extremities.
In any other lifetime, you would revolt at the sight of blood and its metallic taste, yet in this time and space, you would allow your best friend to do anything he pleases ー even if his greatest wish is to suck the life out of you. To Yoongi, your viscous blood is sickly sweet and beyond addicting. He doesn’t have a clue as to why he’d ever pick up another cigarette when you’re the only addiction he needs.
As the life drains out of you, one drop of blood at a time, you can feel yourself grow weaker in Yoongi’s arms. You fall limp, becoming a victim to his voracious fervor. But Yoongi understands your limits, being so in tune to your body, and he’s sure to stop before you descend into a comatose.
Your lungs are starting to cave inside of you as heavy sighs escape from your parted lips. Weakly tugging on the strands of Yoongi’s hair, you warn him of the dangerous territory he’s about to enter.
Yoongi suckles at your punctured skin, running his tongue over the point of contact before retracting his fangs and sealing the wound he had gouged with a kiss. He wipes his mouth clean of any residue with the back of his hand, whispering a thank you into the shell of your ear.
You nod your head and wrap your arms around Yoongi’s neck to catch your breath, barely even conscious of his soft coos and gentle caresses. Your head is spinning on an axis, but you allow yourself to fall deeper into Yoongi’s arms, fully knowing that he’s always going to be the one to catch you no matter what.
His sweet nothings reverberate around your skull ー a deep voice echoing like a polyphony, lulling you into your rapture. He brushes your hair back behind your head, and before you know it, your cheek is nuzzling into the cotton of the pillows as he lowers your body onto the firm mattress.
You’re not sure how long you’ve been asleep for, but Yoongi’s delicate voice and quiet hushes bring you back to earth. You can feel his slightly chapped lips planting a kiss at the top of your temple and the soft tickle of his fingers tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Yoongi calls you by your name, fanning his breath over your plush cheeks until you stir back into reality. In your groggy state, your eyes unwillingly blink open, and although your vision is blurry, the sight of Yoongi and his precious smile is clear as day.
He helps you to sit up before passing you a glass of your favorite concoction. While you’re still stuck in a daze, your face instantly lights up at the sight of the tiny cocktail umbrella sitting at the rim of your cup.
“Small umbrellas bring big smiles,” he offers, “Drink up.”
It’s cheesy as hell, but you throw your head back to take a sip, making it all the more difficult for yourself when you can’t erase the larger than life smile from your lips. You’re instantly hit with the earthy taste of greens as there’s a mixture of kale, cucumber, and celery, but most importantly, Yoongi is sure to throw in a generous amount of spinach to replenish the iron that you’ve lost from his feasting. Even though most people would rather die than drink a blend of vegetables, you’re no stranger to Yoongi's Midas touch in the kitchen. He’s an expert when it comes to food, always going above and beyond without even trying. You can’t even fathom how a carnivore like him has gone as far as creating the perfect vegetarian steak as per your request – mentioned jokingly in passing, of course.
“You hungry?” He inquires.
You shake your head no, but he’s all ready to step back into the kitchen to prepare you a meal from the sparse ingredients in his low-humming fridge.
“Just want you beside me,” you pout, reaching for his hand, encouraging him to climb underneath the covers with you.
Yoongi gives into your wishes, interlacing his fingers with yours like it’s second nature. You lower your drink onto the stack of books designed to be a makeshift nightstand as he reaches for your paperback copy of Metamorphoses, lying precariously at the edge of the mattress. He settles beside you as you comfortably situate yourself across the bed, laying your head onto his lap and scrunching up into a fetal position.
Too wrapped up in your own world, you don’t seem to notice the presence of Yoongi’s ginger moggie until he’s curled up beside you, nudging at your bare arm, begging to be pet. You give into the scraggy feline, keeping busy, while Yoongi turns to your marked, dog ear page, finishing up Book IV with the story of Perseus and Andromeda.
Ideally, this is exactly how you want to spend the entirety of your Sundays. Although this is how your night always ends, it doesn’t always start off this way. Typically, you’re hanging around his apartment alone, pacing the age-old floorboards, biting your nails and waiting for Yoongi to arrive home safely from his lucrative hustle. You’d even chat it out with Yoongi’s kitten to keep your sanity intact, only to receive a hollow meow in return. Meanwhile, Yoongi spends his Sunday evenings doing all the things your parents warn you not to do. All in good faith, Yoongi earns some quick and dirty cash by participating in the underground street race scene. For you, it’s never been about the money, but more about his safety and wellbeing. And every week, with a few scratches in sight and give or take a couple of bruised knuckles, Yoongi returns home with a pocket full of cash like a double edged scheme. Regardless, you know for a fact that he does whatever he wants purely for his own happiness. It’s all for the cheap thrills, and if this is what he wants to do, who are you to stop him from doing so?
Yoongi rests his hand on top of yours to keep you safe when in reality, shouldn’t you be the one to do that to him? He’s reading the story out loud to you, and you’d probably never acknowledge this fact in the open, but in the repressed part of your subconscious, you’re more drawn to the deep lull of Yoongi’s voice than the enchanting story itself. The words go in through one ear, and out the other, but it’s not important because you’ve read this story at least a dozen times before. Instead, your attention is directed towards Yoongi and the subtle purse of his lips. Your eyes are fixated on the gentle slope of his rounded nose and the faint beauty mark that’s slightly off center.
It’s also hard to ignore the scar that cuts through the middle of his right eye. You don’t mean to stare, but it’s hard to believe that everyone perceives Yoongi as the tough guy because to you, he’s just… Yoongi.
Your Yoongi.
He’s the same guy who would save a stray kitten from the side of the road, befriending it and accepting it into his run down home despite the nasty claw mark that’s embedded into his face. And although Yoongi doesn’t have much to offer financially, he’d still give it his all to take care of the scruffy kitten. Per your informally formal one-woman petition, you’ve requested that Yoongi deem the domestic long-haired cat as San, and ever since then, he’s been inseparable with the little critter. It’s quite endearing to watch this man and his little bundle of sunshine cuddle like it’s nobody’s business or slow dance around the apartment with a cat in his arms in spite of his two left feet.
However, it’s upsetting how the rest of the world will never see the delicate side of your best friend in the same way you see him. Even now, as you lie in bed with him, fiddling with his pretty hands, you can never not think about how they fit perfectly between the spaces of your fingers, comforting you like no other man in your life could. You can’t even look at them without imagining how elegant they are when they’re dancing across the rusty and slightly out of tune grand piano in the corner of the room.
Even if his arms are inked in tattoos, the rest of the world will pay no mind to his gentle soul. They’ll take one look at Yoongi’s etched skin and write him off as the bad guy regardless of the faded heart that he wears on his sleeve.
“Remind me again why you like this stuff?” Yoongi wonders, placing the paperback face down on the bed. Your lack of attention causes him to call your name repeatedly until he finally resorts to poking at your sides.
“HUH?” You yelp, breaking out of your reverie, not fully comprehending anything he’s said in the last five minutes or so.
“Ovid.”
You lift yourself in an upright position, rolling your eyes at his blissful ignorance and lack of taste for Greco-Roman literature. “This is a relic of antiquity, and Ovid pretty much lays the groundwork for Shakespeare, bro. Pay some respect to his name.”
Yoongi breaks out in a smile at your term of endearment but shakes his head in utter disagreement. “You know I’m not a fan of Shakespeare,” he almost gags at the sound of his name. “I’ll admit that the dude has a way with words, and I applaud him for keeping up with the meter, but it’s just not my style.” Yoongi’s nose scrunches up in distaste, his eyes squinting shut.
“We literally wouldn’t have some of the greatest works known to humankind if Ovid didn’t exist.” Your arms run wild, waving in the air as if your points will come across stronger because of how manic you are. Perhaps you’re being a little too dramatic, but in your defense, Ovid is an absolute legend. “I mean think about it, we have The Tempest, Pygmalionー”
“Rousseau’s Pygmalion or Shaw’s Pygmalion?”
“To each one’s own, but you have to know that I’d pick Rousseau any day,” you shrug.
“Yeah, Shaw didn’t have that philosophical flavor, you know,” he chuckles. “I guess you have a point. Let’s not forget A Midsummer Night’s Dream though, a classic.”
An ear to ear grin spreads across your lips at the mention of one of your favorite works. You know that Yoongi is bringing it up for your sake more than his because of his strong hatred towards the brilliance that is Shakespeare. And you know for a fact that he likes A Midsummer Night’s Dream, but he’d never outrightly dare to admit how much he enjoys your book recommendations ー especially if they involve Shakespeare.
“I’m glad you see the error of your ways,” you smile smugly. “Besides, back to the point, Dickens was inspired by Ovid, and Oliver Twist is still your favorite novel.”
Yoongi clicks his tongue, completely defeated by your argument. “Hey! That’s not fair now. It’s basically a social commentary about my life. C’mon, you’re gonna pull that card on me now?”
“Exactly, so you’re not giving him enough credit,” you plead with a pout. “We read this when we were in high school, but I think you’d really enjoy it if you gave it another shot.”
Yoongi bites his lips and picks up the book once again in hesitation, observing it from cover to cover. He plays with the myriad of pink post-it notes that protrude from the worn edges, flipping through the pages and thumbing through all of your annotations.
“Fine,” he grumbles, placing the book back onto his bed. “I’ll give it another try, and I’ll have a full, in-depth review ready for you by this weekend but... you have to come to my race on Sunday.”
“Are you serious?” You ponder over his proposition.
“Yep, that’s the deal.”
Although you’re still skeptical about Yoongi’s side hustle, you’d still support him no matter what (even if it’s in stubborn petulance). Shrugging your shoulders and saying “what the hell,” you give in to his proposal.
Yoongi flashes you his infamous gummy smile, and a warm, fuzzy feeling blooms in the center of your chest. Call it what you want ー elation, glee, fondness, tenderness, something entirely nuanced, or perhaps something above and beyond all of that. Regardless, it’s easy to shrug it off when the feeling comes and goes every so often.
And shrugging it off is what you do best.
Nevertheless, Yoongi’s willingness to appease you causes you to squeal and ramble on about how excited you are for his commentary. Your mouth is too busy running while Yoongi stumbles across his tiny studio, slipping on his shoes and shrugging on his army green utility jacket. He reaches for your outerwear and your white high tops while listening intently to your excitement about the activities you have planned for this Saturday. He hums in affirmation as he slides his hoodie over your raised arms and tugs the black material over your torso, getting you ready to sneak back into your parents’ home.
“Mmm,” he murmurs with a smile plastered on his lips, “Can’t wait, babe.” He tries to conceal his joy as he ducks his head down, sliding your Converse past your ankles and tying the shoelaces up for you.
With your grasp in his one hand and his car keys in the other, he ushers you out of his apartment and into his run-down 1986 Grandeur Azera. The neon green digital clock on his car radio taunts him, blinking every few seconds to count down the limited time he has left with you before kissing your cheek goodnight, or rather good morning, and sending you off to the sheltered life kept under wraps by your overprotective parents.
Yoongi tries not to think too much about the impermanence of the greatest things in his life as the slow burn of sunrise peeks over the horizon. Rather, he’s focused on how the car ride is filled with some of his favorite sounds ー the low hum of old school hip hop playing through his vintage radio and the ring of your laughter resounding over his stupid jokes.
The weekend rolls around quicker than you expect it to.
Days in the cul-de-sac are abnormally slow, especially when you’re in the midst of June. With each passing day, sunlight drags on a little longer because of the impending summer solstice. From the confinements of your window, it seems like all you ever do lately is watch the golden sun rise and set over the lake.
On occasions, your eyes are drawn to the far distance where there are freight trains that chug across the railroad at the crack of dawn. You can’t help but think about the places they’ll go and the things they’ll see in cities outside of your own.
In all honesty, you should probably do something more productive with your days. While everyone you know is complaining about work or studying for a degree they won’t ever use, you’re too busy studying the floor. And although daydreaming about the bright lights and city sounds is a way to kill the time, you’d much rather do it with Yoongi at your side.
Each second that you spend with him is more precious than the last. It’s hard to contain your excitement over the little things like movie nights at the drive in with him because it’s pretty much the highlight of your entire week, hence why you drop by his workplace extra early today – a whole hour before his shift ends.
Your presence is made known to the entire auto shop when the shout of your name is amplified throughout the garage. Of course, you catch Jimin and Taehyung dallying around before they even take notice of you standing in the doorway. They race over to engulf you in a hug, nearly knocking the wind out of you.
“Working hard or hardly working?” You giggle at the two boys.
Jimin lies through his teeth, as expected of him. “Working hard, of course.”
He grabs the mysterious, white paper box from your hands, curious as to what’s inside.
“Cupcakes? For me?” Taehyung asks with innocence in his eyes. He doesn’t even have to wait for your response because the two boys are already ravaging away at the sweet delectables.
Surely you had the boys in mind having stepped foot into the antique bakery shop earlier that day, hence the extras. But earnestly, out of the kindness of your heart, your primary goal is to surprise Yoongi with his favorite red velvet cupcakes. At the same time, you wouldn’t deny its leverage as a way to sway him and his opinions on the awe-inspiring Ovid.
“Don’t eat them all at once, okay?” You warn the boys before wandering off to find Yoongi.
You first expect him to be in his office, doing paperwork of some sort, so you make a beeline towards the backroom. However, there’s nothing in sight of his office beside his cold coffee perched at the edge of his desk. There are also scraps of yellow notepad paper with lyrics sprawled across the pages and a framed photo of the two of you. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, but it’s still not what you’re quite looking for.
You make your way out of Yoongi’s office and down the hall, continuing your search for him. You come to a halt when your ears perk up at the sound of a kick drum and a bass guitar laying down the beats to an iconic Nas song. The faint sound of music slowly crescendos as you lead yourself to the source.
It should be no surprise to you that Yoongi is hot rodding his car and making last minute improvements for tomorrow’s race. Yet again, you find him with his head between the hood, either replacing the worn out brake pads or the loose fan belt (in which he’s shown you how to do a dozen times before).
Yoongi’s reactions might be a little slow for being a vampire considering he hasn’t acknowledged your presence just yet. Sometimes he’s a little short of hearing, especially when his radio is a tad too loud.
The only reason he turns around from the car is because his right hand man has gone unusually silent. Yoongi doesn’t even know how long it's been since you dismissed Namjoon, telling him that you’ve got it covered. Nevertheless, he’s grateful because he can indulge in endless discourse about Metamorphoses, his new favorite anthology, rather than botany which Namjoon never shuts up about.
Being so lost in conversation about literature, and with the cupcakes long forgotten, the two of you hardly even notice the time that’s gone by.
“Boss, we’re gonna clock out,” Namjoon interrupts the two of you.
“Clock out? Oh shit, what time is it?” A quarter to six.
“We’re gonna be late,” you worry.
Yoongi digs his hand into the pocket of his navy coveralls, dishing out a set of keys. He hands them over to Namjoon before coming to his senses, thereby chucking it to Jimin who is arguably more responsible.
“Don’t fuck up,” Yoongi warns them, albeit without any menace in his tone.
Yoongi tugs off his coveralls before grabbing your hand and heading towards his car, listening to the boys wolf whistle from behind him. He shrugs it off, but the smug grin he bites back says otherwise.
He opens the passenger door for you, allowing you to settle in first. Then he does a half run, half walk around the hood. Putting the car in reverse, Yoongi rests his hand behind your seat and throws his head over his shoulder. He drapes his wrist over the steering wheel and zips off into the quiet roads where you can both talk nonsensically as if there’s something to say.
Saturday evenings always start this way.
With two souls as hollow as the bottles you drain and a brown, paper bag full of snacks from the dingy 7-Eleven down the block, you and Yoongi would recline your seats far enough to comfortably watch the movie on the big projection screen.
This must be your week because not only does Yoongi confess his new found love for Greco-Roman literature, but he’s also willing to brave through a romantic melodrama with you ー A Walk to Remember, no less.
Yoongi takes a lot of pride in never having to cry, but this time around, he doesn’t hide the stray tear that rolls down his face. The crying quickly subsides, but still, he gladly accepts the tissue you offer him with no denial in his eyes.
While the end credits roll and everyone has a chance to exit out of the car park, Yoongi would feed you the remaining gummy worms until the bag empties out. Meanwhile, you’d feed him the rest of the chocolate you’d rather not eat. The two of you would also take the time to digest the movie ー tonight’s topic of discussion revolving around the fact that Jamie and Landon deserved better.
But once the coast is clear, your mouth always finds its way to his. And somehow, the two of you always end up undressed ー or at least with your pants pulled down to your ankles. Usually, it’s the both of you, but sometimes it’s one or the other. This time around, it’s just you.
Yoongi always knows how to take care of you, but there’s something telling you that tonight isn’t necessarily your night ー the need for an orgasm being his first priority but a second one for you.
“I wanna make you happy,” he pleads. A double entendre you fail to notice.
But no matter how blissful his lips feel against your cunt, you’re still hyper aware of how bloodthirsty he is at this moment.
He doesn’t even try to hide his enthusiasm as he laps his tongue around your entrance, licking up the residue you’ve pooled from your time of the month. His hunger is insatiable, and it’s evident from the way he puckers his lips around your clit, sucking on the tiny bundle of nerves.
His tongue delves between your folds, playing with your juices, and it’s absolutely intoxicating. Yoongi’s overgrown bangs are parted when your hands find their way to his hair. His line of sight no longer obstructed by his dark, gelled locks. Your breath hitches in your throat when Yoongi looks up at you ー his irises gleaming with gold.
A glob of spit forces its way down your dry throat as you try to overcome this heady feeling. Typically, you’re a woman of many words, but Yoongi obliterates every thought in your head with just a single swipe of his tongue against your heat. A string of curses warble from your throat as he’s relentless in his endeavor, pushing his tongue in and out of your walls, massaging the tender flesh until it's raw.
Your jaw falls slack as your mouth parts open to release a sigh. “Ngh, pl- please, Yoongi,” you stutter out.
“Mmm?” He hums against your folds, sending shivers up your spine.
Your thighs quiver as you fight the need to clamp your legs around Yoongi’s head, but he’s quick to spread them, wedging his tongue further into your tight hole. It’s slick with your arousal, and the squelch of your juices is amplified further with the intensity of Yoongi’s ravage.
You can feel yourself getting closer to your impending high as your walls clench tighter, but you take it like the good girl everyone knows you are. You’re overcome with desperation as your hips cant upwards, rutting yourself against his mouth. Yoongi flicks his tongue over your clit to coax you to your climax, stimulating the nub until whimpers escape from your pretty lips.
It feels as if you’ve lost all of your senses as you reach the edge of your release, pleasure rippling throughout your body. You can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut, and you swear that you can see all of the stars in the night sky. Your chest heaves in an attempt to catch your breath, and your heart races as you descend from your high.
But as always, Yoongi is right there to catch you.
He licks his lips clean to collect every last drop of your sweet nectar. He presses a chaste kiss against your overly-sensitive clit before repositioning your underwear back into place. Then, he peppers kisses up your body and burrows his head into your neck, whispering sweet nothings against the column of your throat, revelling in the afterglow. Once your heavy breathing slows down and your heartbeat plateaus, Yoongi looks up at you with the pretty brown eyes you know and love. And although you’ve recovered from your high, your pussy no longer pulsating, the warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest never dissipates.
Yoongi brushes his lips against yours before kissing you with fervor, saying all that needs to be said. Your mouths are having the unspoken conversation you’re too afraid to have when you’re both tongue-tied and trapped outside of your own mind. Whenever his lips meet yours, it feels as if the rest of the world is falling away at your feet. It’s comforting in a way that his words will never be.
But that’s okay because it’s precisely how you and Yoongi work.
He’ll hold you tight and kiss you goodnight, but you’ll just have to settle for that because the innermost part of your brain would rather wonder forever than know the disappointing truth about where you two stand.
You’re not quite sure why you haven’t been kicked out of the car park yet, but to be frank, you don’t really care and certainly neither does the security.
Yoongi is the first to break the comfortable silence. “You still coming to my race tomorrow?” His nose nudges against your cheek, and he lays a chaste kiss on your supple skin.
Your mouth presses together in a straight line as you contemplate your options. You’ve always been a little skeptical of his illegal pastimes granted that you’ve been raised to reprimand such activities all your life. But knowing Yoongi, you’d trust him with your heart and soul in his hands, and thus, you nod your head in agreement.
“Yeah, I’ll still come,” you shrug, humming in a low voice.
The two of you remain quiet in the backseat of his car, wrapped in the safety of one another’s arms, listening to the soothing melody that plays on the radio. Mindlessly, you trace the pretty ink on Yoongi’s forearms, running your finger over the ornamental designs.
“Is this new?” Your movements come to a halt upon spotting a piece of ink you’ve never noticed before.
Jamais seule written in a simple, fine line ink.
“Huh?” He asks, looking down at his wrist. “Oh yeah, Jeongguk did a custom for me earlier this week.”
In an attempt to hide your smile, you nestle your head into the crevice of his neck.
“What’re you smiling for?” A grin creeps onto his lips, but Yoongi doesn’t even need to ask because he knows better than anyone.
It’s just another reason to add to the list as to why there’s nobody in this world you’d rather be with than your best friend. At the thought of the tattoo, memories begin to flood your mind:
“Conjugate the verb parler in the imperfect tense.”
Yoongi refuses to answer the question. “Are you as hungry as I am?”
“Uhm, no? Yoongi, can you justー”
“My coffee’s getting cold. Do you want another cup?” Yet another excuse.
Your mouth opens up to refute, but he’s already on his feet, heading towards the coffee station at the corner of the cafe. Your hands cup around the mug that he’s left on the table, and you’re not surprised that the ceramic is relatively warm against your palms.
After spending the last hour studying for tomorrow’s French exam, you would have thought you’d make a breakthrough with Yoongi. But time and time again, he refuses to cooperate with you.
You don’t even know why he bothers returning to his seat when he doesn’t even care to study.
You let out a huff in another attempt to get him to learn. “Okay, let’s try this one more time. Can you conjugate the verb parler in the imperfect tense?”
“The coffee here is good, no?” Yoongi takes a sip from his mug once again, observing the hot liquid slosh around. The only thing he’s committed to is tiptoeing around his responsibilities (as well as his feelings, but that’s a whole other conversation).
“Look, I’m trying to help you study. If you don’t want me here, I’ll go. But if you want me to stay, then can you please focus and pay attention?” To no avail, Yoongi doesn’t respond.
“… Do you understand me?”
He doesn’t understand you. In fact, he’s on his phone, texting away and paying no mind to what you have to say.
“Bro, are you even listening to me?” You enunciate again with a scowl on your lips. Your jaw tightens as you pull out your own phone, angrily typing away at the keyboard.
You (1m ago): Yoongi, I want to help you study, so if you don’t want me here, I’ll go. But if you want me to stay, then can you focus and pay attention?? Please?? Do you understand me??
Yoongi (now): 🥺
Yoongi pouts and looks up from his device with sadness in his eyes. “I understand,” he mumbles under his breath. He finally puts his phone into the pocket of his hoodie and opens up his textbook, taking one step in the right direction.
You can’t say you didn’t try unlike all of your high school teachers. They’ve practically given up on the boy, seeing that he hasn’t shown up to class as he should. And when he does, he’s keeping it lowkey in the back of the classroom, sticking his nose in a new novel each week or scribbling away in his black, leatherbound journal. You’re not even sure how you got Yoongi to sit down with you knowing that he’s hard to get a hold of. But really, you’re just unaware that he’s afraid, always running away in the face of uncertainty.
Not even ten minutes go by before Yoongi is finding another excuse to fool around. It’s a whole new record, and you’re pretty proud of his accomplishment nevertheless.
“I’m sick of studying,” he groans with slumped shoulders.
“How can you be sick of studying? In the last hour, I’ve watched you make coffee and spin your textbook on your finger as if it’s a basketball.”
Yoongi’s lips press together in a straight line, but there’s no denying your observations.
“You’ve also tried to convince me that Tupac is the Mozart of our time. It’s not that I’m disagreeing with you, don’t get me wrong, but which part of this consummates studying?” You query with furrowed brows.
“Tell you what, let’s make a deal, okay?”
You shake your head at the thought of his proposal. “Oh, so you’re gonna bargain with me now?” Your voice is filled with exasperation.
“What do you think about ice cream?”
“What’s not to like about it?” Your arms cross over your chest as you lean back in your chair.
A wide, gummy smile spreads across Yoongi’s lips. “If we take an ice cream break, I swear that we’ll come back and study.”
A sigh falls from your lips because you’re not totally convinced, yet you ponder over the proposition. “I really doubt that you can keep your worー”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.” He mimics the motion by tracing his finger over his chest. “I’ll even drive,” he adds.
Your eyes squint, still uncertain.
“I’ll treat you,” he offers.
“Min Yoongi, you are one convincing dude,” you chuckle.
Closing your textbook and gathering all of your belongings, you chuck them in the backseat of Yoongi’s car and head off to the ice cream parlor.
You make it just in time before closing, being the last two customers in store that they have to kick out. While you pick a flavor as peculiar as butter pecan, Yoongi decides on a fruity flavor ー orange to be precise. The two of you enjoy your dessert, licking away at the sugary mess before it has the chance to melt onto the black, leather interior of his car.
“Can I ask you a serious question?” You pry, looking over at Yoongi.
“Shoot.”
“Why is it that you’re flunking when you’re smarter than 90% of the people at our school?”
“Ah,” he shakes his head in disbelief, “It takes more than intelligence to act intelligently.”
You scoff in rebuttal. “Seriously? You can quote Dostoevsky word for word, and I’m sure you can recite the entirety of Crime and Punishment in your sleep.”
You can see him shrug his shoulders out of the corners of your eyes. “I really don’t see the point when I’m not going to go to college.”
“Okay, so what’s your big dream, then?” You ask with worry laced in your tone.
“I don’t think you necessarily need to have a big dream.”
A drop of your ice cream melts onto your hand, and you’re quick to wipe it away. You’re shocked to hear what he has to say because everyone in this deadbeat town has a dream. It usually involves getting away from said deadbeat town. “Okay, enlighten me then?”
“You just need to be happy.” He’s stoic in his response.
“Are you happy?” You ask. It’s a loaded question.
He shrugs.
It’s quiet.
Moments go by.
Yoongi’s the first one to break the comfortable silence. “They’re flunking me because I’m truant. I work in the auto shop outside of town, so when I’m not in school, I’m picking up extra shifts there. It doesn’t pay a lot, but it’s enough to keep me alive, you know? It’s enough to cover the car too.”
Another drop of ice cream melts onto your wrist. You don’t fail to notice the fact that he hasn’t addressed your question. “But are you happy? Is this what you want?” You try again.
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, pondering. “I’ve always thought about doing this, but... I want to drive out to L.A. and take my chance at music production or something.” He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Sorry, it sounds stupid, I know.”
A fond smile makes its way onto your face. “I think that’s so cool,” you reassure him.
He cocks his head to the side as he tries to hide the smile that mirrors yours, but you can see his hard exterior break down before your very eyes. Nobody has ever believed in him the way that you do.
His eyes sparkle in the moonlight as if the galaxy lays dormant in his lonely irises. “... But the thing is, I don’t know if I want to be out and about in this world alone.”
You’ve never seen Yoongi so vulnerable before, and you never thought you’d have the chance to see it. So you comfort him in the way that you know best.
“Jamais seule,” you offer in consolation.
Yoongi’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “What?”
“Jamais seule,” you repeat once again, placing your hand on his shoulder. “It’s French for ‘never alone.’”
He chuckles at your explanation. “Are you trying to make this a teaching moment?”
You nod your head in response, a proud smile making its way onto your lips.
“Okay, then what about you, huh?” He inquires. “What’s your big goal then?”
“Me?”
He nods his head. Of course he’s talking to you, but you’re taken aback because nobody’s ever really taken interest in what it is that you want to do.
“Realistically, I guess I’d be a teacher? When I was younger, I was thinking about doing dance, but I think I should specialize in French or maybe even English? I want to learn other languages too, but I’m not totally sure if I can make a career out of it.” Your nose scrunches up at the uncertainty.
Yoongi orients his body towards yours, taking in your profile. “Fuck that. Learn all of the languages you want to learn, okay? But tell me what it is that you really want to do now, unrealistically speaking.”
You look over at him, and your heart swells up inside your chest. A warm, fuzzy feeling overtakes you as you brace yourself to share this part of your life because honestly, you’ve never admitted it out loud to anyone before in part because nobody has ever bothered to ask or even care in the way that Yoongi does.
“I want to be a flight attendant.” It almost feels as if a weight has been lifted off of your chest as you heave out a sigh. “I want to see other countries, experience different cultures, and meet new people. I just want to see what the world is like outside of this town, you know?”
“I know,” he mouths. His gummy smile resurfaces on his lips as he nods his head, listening to you speak so passionately about your dreams. “I think you’d make the best flight attendant in the whole world.”
In the entire cosmos, there’s a short list of things that you genuinely love. One being the delicacy of antique books, worn and torn with age, brimming with the faded passages of time, two being chips and guac, the magic elixir to instant happiness, and three being Min Yoongi.
It should be no surprise to you that you’d do anything in the world for your best friend, but hanging around the dirt drag to watch tonight’s race is the last thing you would ever expect.
As you approach the spectator crowd, the smell of burnt rubber and seared tarmac infiltrates your senses. There’s a cloud of smoke rings floating around you while the people huff and puff on their Newports and Marlboros. Some of them even offer you a lighter, but you politely decline.
It’s pretty obvious that you don’t fit into this scene. You’ve never even shown your face in this part of town before, but everyone else seems to know one another relatively well, hanging out on the hood of their cars and getting drunk off bottles of Smirnoff.
“Hey, princess, take a shot with us why don’t ya?” Someone whistles.
You turn your head to the side, only to find a group of girls eyeing you from head to toe. “No thanks, I’m good,” you offer with a timid voice, shrinking away at their electrifying gaze.
Yoongi pulls you closer to his side, wrapping his arm around your waist and squeezing his fingers into your hip bones. His eyes glimmer with gold as he shoots daggers at the group of girls.
“Don’t talk to anyone you don’t know, okay? Stick with Hobi,” he whispers to you through gritted teeth.
It’s not long before you come across Hoseok, socializing with a group of people who appear to be crossfaded. Yoongi pats him on the back, drawing his attention away from the dead end conversation.
“Hey!” Hoseok shouts with enthusiasm. He wedges himself between you and Yoongi, resting his arms around both of your shoulders. He turns your attention away from the group of people he was once conversing with, walking in the opposite direction. But once you step far away enough, out of reach from the crowd, Hoseok sighs in relief.
“Thank God for saving me, I literally don’t know how much longer I can talk to them for,” he shakes his head and rolls his eyes in spite of the happy-go-lucky personality you’re so familiar with.
The blare of an air horn cuts through the bustling night, indicating that the race is soon to start. Yoongi cups his hand around Hoseok’s ear to tell him something in secret, and in response, he nods his head in affirmation.
Yoongi turns to you and flashes his sweet smile. “When I win, I’ll treat you to whatever you want, okay? Ice cream? Pizza? Tom kha gai from that Thai place you like? Name it and it’s yours.” Yoongi walks backward to take one last glance at you before tugging his headset over his ears and running off to the direction of his car.
You smile to yourself as the warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest begins to bloom once again.
You shout “good luck” to him as he steps away, but you know for a fact that he can’t hear you. He doesn’t need the luck anyways.
Hoseok taps on your shoulder, gathering your attention to lead you to the frontlines where you have a good view of the action. He fiddles with the device in front of him, tuning his CB radio, twisting the dial back and forth to find the right frequency.
“Agust D, this is J-Hope, OVER.” Hoseok shouts into his intercom with a little too much enthusiasm.
“Dude, we’re not gonna do this,” Yoongi complains through the static of the speakers. You can’t help but giggle at his response. It’s very characteristic of Yoongi, and you can already imagine the creases forming at the corner of his eyes as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
Your eyes look over towards the two approaching cars, one of them being the black and yellow Grandeur Azera you know so well. Yoongi and his opponent toe their tires to the starting line, making sure it’s a fair game.
The host speaks through his megaphone, but it’s hard to hear over the screaming crowd. His words are muffled, and it’s nearly indecipherable, but he’s most likely explaining the rules and safety to everyone, or at least you hope he is.
Yoongi, being the cocky bitch he is, revs his engine over the voice of the announcer. Through his rolled down windows, you can see him tap his fingers over his mouth to let out a dramatic yawn. He even checks the time on his watch just to show off.
You shake your head at his overwhelming pride, and just in time, he looks over at you to send a wink. Despite the roll of your eyes, you can’t hide the heat that rushes to the apples of your cheeks.
The countdown begins as the announcer yells through his megaphone. The crowd amplifies his voice as they count alongside him. The two cars rev their engines, and it’s deafening to your sensitive ears.
An overwhelming sense of nervousness rushes through your veins, but you squeeze onto Hobi’s arm to anchor yourself. The thought of Yoongi getting into a fatal accident crosses your conscience, but you quickly wipe the image away from your mind. You trust Yoongi, and there’s nobody in the world who does it better than him.
In the blink of an eye, you nearly miss the cars zipping off into the dead of the night, too lost in your thoughts.
Looking over Hoseok’s shoulder, you can see the red and green dots floating across the monitor, the green symbol representing Yoongi’s GPS signal as he zips around the circumference of town. All the red symbols show the police hotspots within a 10 mile radius.
“Yoongi, right turn in 3 blocks,” Hoseok says into the intercom. According to the police scanner, the cops are too close for comfort.
“Yep, gotcha.” Yoongi’s voice sounds faded through the speakers.
In hopes of clearing the static, Hoseok fiddles with the dials. “What the fuck? I’m losing you.”
Panic rises to your chest as you watch the green dot speed across town, driving in close proximity to the law enforcement. Even worse, you’re losing communication with him. It’s nothing but static.
Hoseok slaps the radio in rage, but of course, nothing happens. “What the hell’s going on?” He even rips out the batteries and puts it back into the device to no avail. He looks over at you as if you have the answers, but you’re rendered useless when your mind draws a blank.
Hoseok pulls your hand away from your mouth, not even realizing that you’ve been chewing on your nails all this time.
“Well shit, now what?”
“Hope and pray?” He shrugs.
At the sound of his words, your heart drops to your stomach.
Your hands begin to tremble as you monitor the screen. He’s cutting close to the finish line, but you have no eyes on his opponent. Meanwhile, the cops are spreading across the map, probably searching for the source of the disturbance.
Yoongi has yet to be caught, but he’s smart enough to maneuver through the backroads he knows better than anyone ー the ones he’s practically grown up on.
The green dot races across the screen, coming closer and closer to your marked location. The boisterous rev of an engine can be heard within earshot, so your attention shifts to the far end of the dirt path. Your heart pounds against your ribs as you cross your fingers, praying and hoping that Yoongi is the one who’s returning to you.
The lack of street lights makes it difficult to see down the cloudy road, but you never seem to give up, leaning over the makeshift barrier and tiptoeing above the crowd.
The sound of the engine elevates as the frontliner approaches. Your attention focuses on the two tiny, bright lights emerging from the distance. However, your vision is blurred as the two lights diverge into four. Another car follows behind it, charging full speed towards the finish line. Your hands squeeze around Hoseok’s wrist as the two of you anxiously wait to see the winner. The headlights illuminate at a greater lux as it speeds down the path. You begin to squint, trying to adjust your eyes to the light to make out the license plate number or at least something that’s telling of who the lead driver is.
But fear not, because a sigh of relief escapes from your lungs as the yellow detailings on the infamous Grandeur Azera is within sight. Yoongi crosses the finish line with full speed, and the crowd erupts in a roar.
He decelerates before coming to a full stop. There’s a haze of dust that trails behind his car, and a silhouette of a figure emerges from the smoke. It’s none other than Yoongi who trudges out of the car, and it’s unmistakable from his golden glare which shines through the exhaust.
You let go of Hoseok’s wrist in favor of racing towards Yoongi to wrap him up in the safety of your arms. He immediately reciprocates and melts into your embrace. He squeezes you tightly around your torso, and you fall further into his arms. Your nose presses against his shoulder, burrowing your head against the crook of his neck.
You chuckle through the stray tear that rolls down your cheek and onto the green denim of his jacket. “You idiot, you love scaring the life out of me, huh?”
Yoongi pulls away from you to cup your cheeks, angling your face so that he can gaze into your eyes. His irises slowly revert back to the shade of brown you’ve come to love. He wipes away the tears streaming down your cheeks and tucks a tendril of hair behind your ear.
“Iー” He opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something, but he decides against it. Instead, his lips come crashing down onto yours, kissing you as if it’s his last breath.
“Care to explain what that was all about?” You slam the door shut behind you.
Yoongi refuses to answer.
The air doesn’t feel clear between the two of you, and it hasn’t ever since the kiss. It feels off. Tense, even. As a matter of fact, it’s been unusually quiet since the car ride home.
Your head has been spinning round and round because Yoongi never acts like this. Whatever it is that goes on between the two of you doesn’t go beyond the confinements of these four, egg white walls (with the exception of his car, of course).
But bottom line: It’s an unspoken rule that whatever happens between you stays between you.
Yoongi is sullen in his contemplation. He kicks off his boots, trudging into his apartment with heavy feet as if he’s a teenager ridden with angst. You would think that he’s retired from the days when he keeps to himself and feeds the world with the “I’m misunderstood” bullshit as some lame excuse. But yet again, he’s crawling back into the shell of the man he once was.
He chooses to ignore the obvious problem as he shrugs off his jacket and switches out one t-shirt for another. You hate the idea of him going to bed upset, but no matter how much you try to get him to talk, you’re left with utter silence.
Being tired and frustrated of his lack of communication, you decide to stand up from the edge of the mattress, plodding through the creaky floorboards to stand before Yoongi. You tilt your head up to meet his gaze, but his glassy eyes avert yours, looking anywhere but at you. All you can see is the faint beauty mark on the side of his nose, but never in your life did you think that you’d frown at the sight of it.
You opt for getting his attention by wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your head against his bare chest, listening to the violent storm that pulses beneath the shell of your ear.
His arms hang by his side. You squeeze him a little tighter, and he huffs out a sigh, falling prey to your touch. Your cheek is pressed tighter against his chest as he envelops you in a hug. His fingers trail up and down your spine in an effort to comfort you, but really, it’s more appeasing to him than to you knowing that you’re within arms reach.
“They tapped into my radio.” His voice cuts through the quiet air.
You swallow down the knot in your throat as you listen to his every word.
“God, they said some fucked up shit to me.” His hands clench tighter against the cotton of your t-shirt, and you can hear his heart pound harder against his chest.
A painful sigh escapes from your lips as you listen to the tremble of his voice. “Whatever they say isn’t true, you know?” You offer in consolation, “They don’t know you like I do.”
“It wasn’t even about me, ughー They were talking about you, and... fuck, Iー” Yoongi fights against the tears that are threatening to spill, the frustration evident in his tone.
Your heart shatters at the sound of his broken voice. “Yoongi, people are gonna talk, and nothing they say will ever matter, so just let ‘em talk.”
Your words ring through his ear as he harshly swallows a glob of spit down his throat. He thinks to himself in silence, wondering whether or not his words will ever matter to you.
“Can I tell you something?” He pulls away from you to take a better look at your expressions.
“Yeah, of course, anything,” you knit your eyebrows together and nod your head in solace.
Yoongi walks backwards until the back of his knees knock against the edge of his bed, allowing you to climb onto his lap, mounting his thighs with one leg on either side. He licks his lips to ease his nerves, anxiety bubbling up to the surface. His hands get clammy as he rests them on the curve of your waist.
But all of that dissipates once he fixates his attention on your eyes.
It feels as if you two are in your own little world together while everyone else dances around in the ruins of their dreams.
His eyes soften and a shy smile spans across his lips. “I love you.”
You’re taken aback by his confession, almost as if you didn’t hear him correctly granted his low murmurs. Your mouth hangs open, jaw slack. Your eyes blink, stunned by what you may or may not have heard.
It takes four and half seconds for you to register that ー holy shit ー did he just say what you think he just said?
“What’d you say?” Your brows knit together and your forehead creases asking for the much needed confirmation.
“You really want me to say it again?” He’s bashful as he hides his rosy cheeks in the crevice of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin.
“Say it again,” you encourage. Your face starts to ache with the beaming smile painted across your lips.
Yoongi’s mouth curls into a smile to mimic yours as he peppers kisses against the column of your throat. He repeats his words once again, each syllable caught between a featherlight kiss.
“Iー” His lips ghost against your jaw.
“Loveー” Onto your chin.
“You.”
His soft eyes flash open to gawk at your lips, waiting for permission to kiss you where he so desperately wants to. He blinks, looking up to peer into the depths of your soul through the gateway of your irises. You can see the whirl of emotions in his eyes, a mixture between elation and tenderness and everything in between.
But above all, you can see the love.
A shy look is exchanged before you flutter your eyes close and lean forward to hesitantly brush your lips against his, testing the waters. But once he melts into your touch, you dive into the deep end, firmly committing to your desires.
It takes another half second for you to register that ー holy fucking shit ー you’re actually kissing the love of your life.
Although you are no stranger to Yoongi’s lips, something about this feels different. Yet again, you’re drunk off serotonin and intoxicated by his fiery touch. The world around you disappears alongside your worries and your troubles. All of your feelings, your emotions, your secrets, and all of your wishes are laid bare before you.
But what’s different about this kiss is that for the first time in your life, you know for a fact that this is what love is supposed to be.
“I love you, Yoongi,” you finally confess with your whole chest. Tears begin to form in your eyes and a smile that’s larger than life spreads across your lips, bringing pains and aches to your cheeks. But nevertheless, it’s all worth it because Yoongi loves you and you love him.
It doesn’t even register in your head that your back is now flat against the mattress, nor do you register the embarrassing amount of slick that has pooled at your entrance. At least not until Yoongi presses his fingers against the slim cotton of your underwear, teasing your folds with the glide of his calloused fingers.
“You’re wet already?”
You mewl upon his comment. “Can’t help it.”
Yoongi tugs off your shorts with your underwear in tow. His mouth reconnects with yours in longing, and his lips taste exactly like blackberries, bay leaves, and blissful midnights blanketed underneath the stars.
Your breath hitches in your throat and you shudder under his touch as he grazes over your clit. His finger dips between your folds, collecting your arousal before rubbing soothing circles over your sensitive nub. Your heavy eyelids fall close, and Yoongi watches your face contort in pleasure, your eyebrows creasing together.
Growing restless of his teasing, you lurch forward to palm the tent in his pants. You will yourself to open your eyes just the slightest bit.
“Hard already?” You tease with raised brows.
“Can’t help it,” he echoes.
You pull on the fabric of his jeans, begging him to remove the material from his legs. He obliges while you strip your top off.
At the sight of your bare breasts, Yoongi’s lips find its way to your pert nipples, hallowing his cheeks and sucking on the tender flesh until the blood rushes to the surface of your skin. His hand trails its way down your body, dipping two fingers into your tight hole, pumping in and out to massage your walls.
A thick glob of saliva forms in the back of your throat, and you sputter it into the palm of your hands. Reaching down for Yoongi’s shaft, you jerk him off exactly how he likes it. Your thumb traces over the tip of his cock, swiping over the slit as he leaks beads of precum.
Yoongi sighs as you work faster, milking him for all of his worth. He grips his hand around your wrist to slow down your movements, wanting to change it up. Instead, he trails kisses up your body until he’s hovering over your lips.
“Don’t wanna come like this,” he says with a heavy sigh.
His hand replaces yours as he pumps his length and lines it up at your entrance.
You brace yourself by squeezing your hands around his shoulders, clinging on to him for dear life. He pushes his member one inch at a time until your fingernails dig into his supple skin, dragging him down to meet your lips.
A gasp falls from your throat as the angle changes, and he pushes deeper inside of you.
“Oh, fuck,” you quiver.
Yoongi lays a kiss upon your cheek before meeting your eyes once again. “You okay?”
“Better than okay,” you nod.
A blinding smile makes its way to Yoongi’s lips and you can’t help but reciprocate. He pushes his length further until he’s balls deep, his pelvis pressed up against yours.
You throw your head back against the mattress, exposing the blank canvas of your neck. For a second, his eyes are gilded with gold, but it quickly regresses. His tongue runs over his bottom lip before languidly licking a stripe up the side of your neck. He suckles on your skin until it discolors, leaving behind a love bite that’s none other than a mark of his love.
As you finally adjust to the thick stretch of Yoongi’s cock, you start to fidget, rutting your hips against his.
“Yoongi, please move,” you cry out, wrapping your legs around the small of his waist. And you swear you could physically cry in this very moment.
At your request, his hips begin to thrust, fucking himself into your wanting pussy. With the drag of his dick, you can feel every inch of him move inside of you. Your walls contract and mold against his shaft, his balls slapping against the curve of your ass. The filthy sounds fill the tiny space of his studio apartment, as does the squelches of your arousal.
Yoongi bites his lip as he relishes this very moment. The way you look beneath him, taking his cock like a good girl, fucked out and in total bliss as a dribble of spit cascades down your lips. He tucks his hand underneath your chin to wipe away at the saliva, only to fall back down into a plank position.
Your chest heaves and your head lolls to the side. You can hardly see through your eyelids which are falling shut, but somehow, you resist, seeing the pretty ink that’s engraved into Yoongi’s skin. The most prominent one ー and also the newest addition to his sleeve ー being at eye level. Leaning over the slightest bit, you press your lips against the simple, fine line ink.
A fire within Yoongi is ignited upon your action. His hips begin to stutter, reaching close to the end of his release. He sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucking on the digits until they’re nice and wet. His hand trails a path down your body, only to find its way to your clit. It’s hot and slick down there, especially with the newly added pressure.
A series of moans tumble from your lips as he relentlessly rubs harsh circles onto your nub.
“Oh my god, Yoongi ー Yeah, just like that,” you whimper when the tip of his cock pushes against your cervix. Your eyes are starting to water at the immense amount of pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach.
“Like what?” He smirks, “Like that?”
His thrusts are harder as he quickens the pace. Your body drifts further up the mattress with the force of his hips and your arms wrap around his upper torso to keep yourself anchored. Your fingernails scratch the surface of his skin, leaving behind a trail of red marks down his back.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Yoongi, Iー” A strangled noise escapes from your parted lips.
“Yes, baby? You can come for me.” The soft coo against your ear contrasts against the harsh slap of his hips, sending you further into your release.
“Yoongi… I- I love you,” you manage to sputter out, albeit weakly from the current, fucked out state that you’re in.
At the sound of your confession once again, Yoongi grunts harshly, his breath fanning across your face. His cock grinds harder against your cervix as he chases your high.
The knot in the pit of your stomach unfurls with a harsh thrust, and you dissolve into pleasure. Your walls clench around his dick which continues to pound into you. Your body heats up and your heart races a hundred beats per second as waves of bliss come crashing through you.
Yoongi molds his lips against yours, kissing you with ardor. As you tremble beneath him, your vision starts to blur and your eyelids fall shut, yet with a few more pumps, Yoongi is releasing himself inside of you, painting your inner walls white with his cum. He collapses on top of you, chest heaving.
Your pussy is bare and battered, but you wouldn’t have it any other way with sticky thighs and Yoongi’s pulsating cock inside of you.
The two of you lie down together in the safety of one another’s arms in an attempt to catch your breath. Your fingers run through his raven locks as he rests his head against your chest, listening to the come down of your beating heart.
In the dead of the night, the air in this tiny space is quiet and still while every other deadbeat in this town runs rampant in the world, yet you wouldn’t have it any other way as long as you are never alone.
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