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The party tonight is packed with so many bodies and faces you could care less about.
All you care about it Yoongi.
You’ve only been here 40 minutes before him yet it feels like 40 minutes too long.
It started off innocent.
It was just you laughing along to their jokes and genuinely sharing about your life.. Then you felt the buzz of alcohol kick in and suddenly someone’s body was pushing onto yours. You blink and find Yoongi shoving someone to the wall and yelling in his face. Everyone begins to crowd around and cheer as you slip your way in between the two and beg Yoongi to take a step back.
His furious eyes soften when you say, “Yoongi, I’m here. You wouldn’t hurt me, right?”
No.
Of course, he wouldn’t.
Yoongi drops his fists and uncurls them. You gesture at him to take deep breaths with you.. Even tipsy, you were still such a preschool teacher. It warmed his heart but also angers it. How could you be so patient even in times like these? Times where a warning shove and spiteful words should be exchanged for the sake of your respect.
He doesn’t know what to do. He breathes in from his nose and sharply exhales in a pissed-off manner. “He deserves this.”
“You don’t,” you promise him. It’s painfully true. Yoongi doesn’t deserve to go through such angry emotions that clog up his relationship with you. Contrary, you don’t deserve to feel this uncomfortable between the two. “... I don’t deserve this.”
It’s then that Yoongi realizes how many eyes are on you three. How childish and immature everything has quickly become. You aren’t even his girlfriend and you already have him acting as if he’d kill for you… Which, let’s be clear; he would.
“Take a breather,” you beg him before swiftly turning away to check up on the guy he pushed.
Before you can say anything else or even check on Yoongi; he’s already halfway gone upstairs. You huff and turn to the guy whose name you can’t even remember.
“Look at what you did,” you mutter to the guy who is still trying to catch his breath. “You made my boyfriend upset.”
By the time Yoongi finds himself in the bathroom, he locks the door and sighs heavily. His head is spinning, not knowing if he’s in the wrong or in the right. He doesn’t know what he’s doing anymore. If it’s not about you or for you—what is he doing? These days, it’s all about you.
Everything aches.
His heart, his head, and his knuckles all ache. His knuckles are a little red already but there are no cuts. Opening and closing his hands, he rolls his wrists to check on them. They feel a little tight but he’ll get over it.
Yoongi leans towards the sink, turns on the tap, and splashes his face with the running cold water. It refreshes him instantly and calms his boiling blood. Turning the tap off, he lifts his head and stares at himself in the mirror.
How did he get here?
Just a few months ago, you were the one chasing him. You were the one flooding his phone with random updates and thoughts. You were the one showing up to his practices. You were ignoring the swimmers and now—now you’re all they can look at. Now you entertain them and it hurts because you’re allowed to.
You’re not his.
You don’t even flirt with them! Yoongi knows you well enough and is confident that you could never do such a thing to him… It’s just the fact that it’s not you that he can’t trust; it’s them. It’s their impulsive thoughts and greediness that Yoongi is well aware of. Why? Because he has a dick too.
Because he likes you too.
Because maybe, deep down, Yoongi knows he’s just like them.
Just as Yoongi begins to dig into his thoughts more, they are interrupted by the sound of your aggressive knocking.
“Aki, it’s me,” your frail voice calls out for him. “Let me in, please..”
And just like that, Yoongi folds.
He takes a step towards the door but hesitates as his hand wraps around the door knob. Yoongi wonders if this is the best state for you to see him in right now. He’s so confused and consumed in his own feelings—could he see yours? Could he consider yours? Could he be yours?
He wonders for a minute.
You, on the other side, bite your tongue and hope he’ll let you in.
Just as you’re about to knock again, the door swings open and you feel him grab onto your wrist and pull you inside. You yelp at the quick movement. You’ve sobered up by now, fully aware of the tension and happenings. You weren’t that tipsy anyway.
“Why’d you storm off like that?”
“You told me to leave,” he snickers.
It’s partly his fault. He listened too quickly to you. Usually, he’d stay. He’s not the type to leave a fight he starts.
You shake your head to oppose his comment. “I asked you to take a breather.”
Yoongi shrugs. “Same shit… Why’d you follow me?”
“You left me.”
His shoulders drop and his eyebrows knit together in concern. He didn’t realize he left you with the same guys he was fighting off your body.
Idiot.
He’s such an idiot!
“Are you okay?” you ask him, quickly noticing the irritated look on his face.
He’s leaning against the wall, just staring at you. You’re against the sink, tilting your head at him. You’ve never seen Yoongi look this… Small? He looks so unsure. He looks so needy and just so… You don’t know. This is the first time Yoongi has ever looked at you like this.
This is the first time Yoongi looks at you like he needs you.
He moves closer to you. You straighten your posture and secretly inhale his scent. Nothing beats being close to him. You wish it could be like this all the time. How every part of him takes over you and just becomes a part of you… You wish this could last forever.
“I hate that shit,” he begins, voice already so fragile. You look into his eyes, chasing them for some sign of calm. Instead, all you see is a blurry chaos. In his eyes, you see so much desperation, devastation, and disappointment. It makes your stomach turn and you aren’t sure if it’s in a good or bad way. “I hate that they feel entitled to you. I hate myself sometimes because I feel entitled to you. I hate—”
“I’m yours,” you blurt, cupping his cheeks and pulling him close. “You’re allowed to feel entitled to me. I get it. I feel entitled to you too.”
He rolls his eyes, unable to stop his pettiness from arising. “Whatever. Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend?” Yoongi remarks the swimmers downstairs. God, when will they ever leave you alone?
“I’m pretty sure I am with him,” you tease.
Yoongi blushes and fails to hide it. “... Okay.”
“Okay?”
Biting his lip, he pulls away from you. “H-how do you do that? How do you piss me off and then pull me back in the moment you open your annoying mouth and say the dumbest shit—”
“You’re clearly upset,” you interrupt him. You hop on top of the sink counter and cross your arms. Offering him a sympathetic look, you ask, “do you want to regulate your emotions? Are you in the green zone, blue zone, yellow—”
“I’m not a child, ___.”
You laugh at him. “Then stop acting like one!”
“I am not your preschool student. I’m a fucking pissed-off boyfriend—”
“Mhmm?” you catch him in the heat of the moment. “What was that?”
Yoongi pauses and clears his throat. Did he just say that? Fuck. He hates that he has to correct himself. “... Eventually your boyfriend.”
“Mhmm.”
“Mhmm?” Yoongi glares at you. All this tension for you to be fucking around with him like this? Two can play this game.
Yoongi then comes back to you. Closing in on you, you spread your legs for him to fit in between. He snakes his arms around you, making you arch your back. Tonight, you’re wearing one of his favourite skirts. It’s a white pleaded one and it makes you look so angelic. He’s always wanted to do this. He’s always wanted to shove himself up your pretty little skirt and ruin you.
Thank god for your annoying little mouth.
It gives him an in.
He leans in, resting his forehead against yours. You breathe heavily, taking in his scent once again. Before you know it, you feel his hands travel to your thighs and his index fingers twirl the thin fabric of your flimsy skirt.
“You’re mine?” Yoongi asks you, “prove it to me.”
You nod, eyes locking with his. Shifting to get more comfortable, you let him scrunch up your skirt to your stomach. Helping him, you put your hand over his and hold your own skirt up. Yoongi smirks at your obedience and tilts his head cockily.
You aren’t sure if it’s the slight buzz or the fact that your absolutely throbbing waiting for him to do something... But you give in. How could you not?
“Good girl,” he whimpers before dipping low to kiss your lips.
Your lips melt onto his so easily.
Just as sweet as the first, Yoongi takes his time sucking on your tongue and dragging the kiss intensity. It’s so wet and lewd, you practically feel his boner breaking through his jeans. As he kisses you, his lips travel down to your neck and your collarbone. Throwing your head back, you lift your other hand and place it on top of his bulge.
“Fuck,” Yoongi struggles to keep it together. He sucks on your neck, letting your soft moans encourage him to leave a big hickey. He loves the way your hands rub him and how small they feel against him. Soon, your hands travel under his shirt and then around his arms.
When he’s done leaving a mark, you hiss at the touch of his thumb rubbing against your panty. You two quickly exchange looks before you bite your lip and nod at him slowly. He takes this sign and finds the hem of your underwear to pull them down not even a second later. Scrunching your underwear in his hands, he places them beside you.
You let him push on your stomach for a moment, causing you to lean against the mirror. In this position, he gets a clearer view of your pussy. Yet, he doesn’t look at it just yet. Instead, he tugs on the hem of your shirt.
“Take it off,” he commands you. You shake your head teasingly. “Why not?”
“You didn’t say please.”
“You’re fucking insane,” Yoongi cries. “I hate you.”
You giggle in response. “I’m waiting—”
“Please let me see your tits, ace.”
You shrug. “Why?”
Yoongi’s shoulders drop, unamused by your behaviour. He huffs, “hey, how long do you think I have before my dick explodes?”
Laughing, you playfully shove him. He sticks his tongue out at you and pulls away. You frown as he pushes your legs together and turns his back on you. About to leave, he suddenly gets hit on the head with your bra.
Did you just fling your bra at him?
Turning around, he’s greeted by your bare breast. You pout and pat your lap. “Come back. I’ll be good, aki.”
Yoongi nods, eyes closed with a tired expression. “Fine.”
You gasp at his reaction but quickly forget the negative feeling as he cups your breast with his veiny hands. Spreading your legs again, he takes his place in between them. There, he buries his face into your boobs and licks them.
You moan.
“Argh, g-get on with it,” you whine.
Yoongi blinks. “Say please.”
You’re dumbfounded and Yoongi feels awfully prideful.
“I’m waiting.”
“P-please,” you choke, reaching for him. He lets you touch him. “I’ll be good.”
Yoongi takes your word for it.
You two pick it up from where you left off. He bows his head and then spits on your pussy. Your breath hitches, feeling his saliva run down your folds. Yoongi wastes no time, dragging his thumb to massage his spit in.
The bathroom is filled with heavy breath exchanges as he begins to stick his fingers inside you. There’s no warning and you can’t lie; it felt a little discomforting in the beginning. His fingers at long and thick, ultimately making you need a little time to adjust to the stretch and burn. Once you get used to it, it’s completely pleasurable.
It feels so good—so rewarding.
He knows exactly what he’s doing too.. Watching every little reaction from you and feeding off his skill of being a quick learner. He notices what you like best and how squeezing your breasts every so often adds to your experience.
Circulating inside you, he pumps them in and out. His speed is exactly what it needs to be at the moment. Meanwhile, his ego continues to skyrocket from your whimpering and gasps. Yoongi curls his fingers inside you and looks up to watch your facial expression. Your eyes roll back and flutter to fixate on his lips. Your eyebrows furrow in concentration; completely getting lost in the sensualness.
Yoongi fingers you deep and fast. It gets more and more intense and before you know it, you’re uttering his name. “Y-Yoongiii,” you sob. “I’m g-gonna—nghh!”
He pulls out his fingers when he feels your walls tighten. Instantly, he slaps your pussy and sneaks in a few rubs against your clit. Before you know it, you wince at the sudden relief of release.
You squirt.
Yoongi takes so much pride in this. He moans, leaning against your forehead again and watching your stomach twitch. Followed by that, your breasts bounce from the overdrive. Your lips have become puffy from all the kissing and lip-biting. There’s so much sweat between you two and he can’t help but love how sticky everything feels.
He pauses, letting you catch your breath. After a moment of silence, you sit up and pull him towards you. Without exchanging words, you unbutton and unzip his pants. His boxers cover his length and it makes you so much more hungry and desperate.
As you peel off his boxers, Yoongi breathes; “do you really want me to fuck you in a bathroom?”
You blink at him.
“W-what? Why not?”
He shrugs, watching you take his dick out. You pump him and run your thumb across his angry tip. Yoongi’s body shivers and he can’t help but mutter your name.
“Fuck, ___.”
You smile, loving the way he reacts to your touch. Even if you feel a little exhausted from your turn; you couldn’t miss this. You refuse to.
He moves close to you and stretches your folds. Then, he places himself in between them and shares one final look with you before he brushes his dick up and down your entrance.
“Don’t tease,” you beg. “You’ve done that enough today.”
He chuckles at your desperation and feels his heart clench. “Whatever you want, ace. You have it. You have me. I’m yours.”
With that, you reach up to kiss him. As you two kiss, and just as he’s about to push himself, knocks abruptly interfere.
You two turn to the door and watch the door knob shake. Yoongi pulls away, tucking himself back in. You reach to your side and put on your underwear and bra. Fixing yourselves up, you two sigh at the sound of Jimin’s voice on the other side.
“Yoongi, you fucked up one of our swimmer’s shoulders! He can’t compete at our next meet! I hope ___ blue balls you, you bitch! I won’t let you two fuck because of this!”
After that, Jimin continues to yell and knock on the door. Yoongi groans, hating his friend more than ever. Looking back at you, he watches you compose yourself. You fix your hair, adjust your clothes, and catch your breath.
He offers his hand and helps you off the sink counter. Your legs still feel a little weak, so you stumble. Yoongi catches you before you can fall and holds you tight. You thank him for helping you and clear your throat to break the awkwardness.
“You sober now?” Yoongi’s voice is dry. He feels a little parched and imagines you feel the same.
“... Y-yeah,” you nod, snapping back to reality. “Thanks f-for that. W-we should head out… Jimin probably wants to talk to you anyway, so I’ll head out first—”
Yoongi catches your arm and holds you still. “No goodbye kiss?”
Your eyes widen.
After all of that, he still wants to pull this kind of bullshit? You can’t help but feel it to be endearing though. Giving in, you quickly kiss him on the lips, unlock the door, and push past Jimin.
Jimin glares at Yoongi and shoves him. “Bro, you fucked up one of the sperms shoulders! I fucking hate you—”
Yoongi stands in the bathroom, watching you leave. He can’t hear anything Jimin has to say and honestly? It doesn’t matter to him right now. All that matters is you..
Yoongi doesn’t even know where you’re going, but he is sure to follow soon enough.
There’s no easy way to describe how he feels about you. How intensely he yearns for your attention or how much it aches to be yours for a moment and then left in the dust the next.
It bothers him so much to watch you walk away… It’s a sight he can’t seem to swallow. Instead of fighting what he thinks this is; Yoongi gives in to the very thought that has been running through his mind since the very first moment you stepped into his life.
“I think I love her.” Yoongi confides to Jimin.
“No shit...” Jimin responds, sighing in defeat as he lets Yoongi slip through the door and follow you into the crowd.
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Lacuna | Pt. 5
An unfilled space; a gap.
Min Yoongi x reader
Genre/Tropes : established relationship, miscommunication, angst, yelling, tears
Word count : ~2.0k
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With aching legs you make the final turn to your home. The neighbourhood is eerie at this time of night. Your eyes dart around making sure there’s no one following you.
You had always been paranoid about walking alone at night, knowing the kind of people that like to wander around at this time.
Your house finally comes into view but it doesn’t make you happy. You feel a knife twist in your chest.
His car is parked at front.
You’re standing frozen on the street, contemplating whether or not should you even go home. Yoongi has hurt you a lot in these past months but this…. This is where you cannot take it anymore.
This is where you must draw a line…
Insecurities cloud your mind once again, but you push through, walking to the house. You have to end this if he won’t, you can’t keep hurting yourself like this, expecting him to change when you know he won’t, or your heart will actually give out…
As you enter the house you expect to be met with total silence and Yoongi sleeping soundly in your shared bed, but oh… are you mistaken.
“WHERE IN THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!” Yoongi’s voice booms through your ears.
He’s standing at the end of the hall as you take in his appearance; hair messed up, a bottle of soju in his hand.
You had to admit, your heart did go slack after seeing his soft eyes behind the gray expression that he was sporting.
You begin to undress without saying a word to him.
As much as you wanted to tell him everything, you couldn’t. If you started talking now you’d just end up crying and for the first time in your life you were insecure to cry in front of Yoongi…
Yoongi was pissed to say the least, but more than that he was worried…
He didn’t know where you had been, if you were alright or hurt… or with someone… He knew nothing, because you would not return his calls or texts, until you finally stumbled in looking a bit dishevelled.
And now you were only standing there taking your shoes off without saying a word.
This got Yoongi frustrated.
“Hello?! I’m trying to talk to you here. Why didn’t you answer my calls or texts?! And have you seen the time?” He pointed at the clock hung on the wall, the same one you’d always gaze at waiting for his return “It’s almost 3 in the fucking morning! You finished work 5 hours ago.”
That made your head spike up. Your hard gaze caught his.
So he remembers when I got off work.
“I’m tired.” was all you said to him before moving upstairs, but before you could reach the middle of the stairs Yoongi’s words made you stop.
“You’re being heartless…” he slumped on the sofa, taking a swing of his drink.
This enraged you. You hurried down to him, snatching the botlle out of his hand against his protests.
“Me?! I’m heartless?!” you scoffed “Isn’t it YOU who promised to drive me home tonight but never showed?! Isn’t it you who had been coming home at 3am every night for the past two months?! ISN’T IT YOU YOONGI WHO CANNOT KEEP A DAMN COMVERSATION WITH ME OR ANSWER ONE SIMPLE QUESTION I ASK YOU BECOUSE YOU ARE SO BUSY?! AND NOW YOU’RE MAD AT ME?! I SHOULD BE MAD AT YOU FOR STRINGING ME ALONG FOR SO LONG, FOR TREATING ME LIKE I DON’T EVEN EXIST! YOU’RE AN INCONSIDERATE BASTARD YOONGI- and I loved you so much…” You muttered the last words in between you sniffles wiping your face with your free hand.
You closed your eyes behind your hand taking in a deep breath.
“I can’t do this anymore… it is unfair to both of us…” your gaze was now fixed on the floor, too scared to move your eyes up and see him sitting there.
Would he be smiling that it’s finally over and he didn’t need to do a thing about it?
You handed him the bottle, arm stretched out waiting for him to take it. But he sat still, not moving an inch toward it.
You let out a sign and slammed the bottle on the table, feeling like an absolute fool opening up to him.
You just ended your three year relationship and he didn’t even say a word. You tiredly made your way to the bedroom, closing the door after you.
As you sat on his side of the bed your eyes caught sight of your luggage.
You knew that you needed to leave, but god did it hurt to even think about, leaving your home with a man you thought you’d have a forever with.
More sobs escaped your mouth raking through your limp shoulders. You felt weak. But staying would make you feel even worse.
You gathered yourself and propped the luggage on the bed, slowly putting your belongings inside.
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Yoongi sat frozen since you blew up on him. His mind racing at the speed of light. He was repeating your words inside of his head for what felt like hours.
“loved…” the fragment he heard you utter that left him in absolute pain. His heart was on fire, twisting inside trying to tell him something he couldn’t yet decipher.
Then he heard a bang from upstairs which broke him out of his trance and without noticing he sped up the stairs to you.
He burst through the door only to be met with a sight he had never seen even in his darkest nightmares.
Your luggage on the bed, half-full, you standing in front of the closet with a bunch of clothes surrounding you.
Yoongi’s lip started to shake and only then he himself noticed that he was crying.
“Y-Y/n?” he wobbled out “Wha-at are y-ou do-oing”. He waited for you to turn around but you only paused for some time before continuing packing again.
Tears now streamed down Yoongi’s hot cheeks. He didn’t know how to feel, what kind of emotion he was going through even now. Was he mad? Betrayed? Sorry?
Yoongi couldn’t put a finger on it.
As your hand reached to put a blouse inside the bag Yoongi’s hand caught your arm, stopping it.
“What are you doing?” he managed to question without breaking.
You had never seen Yoongi look so small and defeated; it made your heart break. All you wanted was to pull him into your chest and cuddle the worry away.
“I’m leaving… This is your house so I’m the one that has to go” you tried to remain at least a bit of rationality.
“No it’s not… It’s our home” he shook his head frantically.
“Yoongi-“
“No please… please don’t do this… please don’t say my name like that...”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re saying goodbye forever…”
“Yoo-“
“Don’t go Y/n, please don’t leave me”
Yoongi was on the floor beside your feet, back pressed against the bed, head buried in his hands. His whole body shook with pain.
“Don’t leave me Y/n… please… please…” he sobbed. A sight so sad your heart couldn’t help but drag you down toward him.
You kneeled in front of him taking hold of his hands and pulling them away from his face.
“The sooner we get over this the better, Yoongs. Now we’re just holding each other back” You tried to keep your emotions from bubbling over. “I guess we just… fell out of love… and if we stay together we’ll just hurt each other without truly meaning it…”
You could feel your heart breaking the moment you uttered those words. Fell out of love. Knowing full well that you could never love another, your heart belongs to him and him only.
Yoongi could feel his heart give out, fell out of love, he could never fall out of love with you, you introduced his heart to love, his heart could never love another. You were it for him.
Yoongi let his head fall again, thinking this all through.
He should stay down and let you leave, because it looks like something you want, but that didn’t resonate with him. He wanted to fight for you, to make you see that this relationship is worth fighting for.
So he did.
He got on his feet and stood in front of the luggage blocking your view of it.
“Don’t leave Y/n, we can still fix it. I can fix myself; I’ll come home earlier and talk to you more. We could go out on dates or you could come to the studios with me when you’re free. I could talk to the boys and the company about bringing you with me abroad. I’ll make time for you because I want you Y/n. I still love you even if you fell out of love with me…” his heart stuttered “but give me one last chance to prove myself and if I can’t get you to love me again I’ll even pack your bags for you and drive you wherever you want to go… just please give me this one last chance.”
You stood before him, eyes wide, mouth agape, arms limp at your sides.
Yoongi didn’t know what to make of your reaction, so he just stood there waiting for anything, breathing heavily.
“I… I… I do love you… I never fell out… of love with you... I thought you stopped loving me, that’s why you were never here or never wanted to talk to me… that’s the reason why I said that…”
Yoongi stepped closer to you wrapping his arms around your waist burying his face in the crook of your neck breathing in your scent… still the same…
As you felt Yoongi’s touch you instantly melted in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. Resting your face onto his shoulder.
It felt like the very first breath when his scent engulfed you.
All that was needed to repair the both of you was a little touch of skin from the one you love.
You pulled back resting your hands on his waist as his travelled to your cheeks softly pulling your forehead to meet his.
“I love you so much Y/n… Forgive me for being such an ass to you… Let’s never fight again, I hated seeing you so hurt, even the boys got unlucky with me after…” his thumb stroked your cheek.
“I love you too Yoongs… And all is forgiven as long as you keep your promises. And you weren’t the only one struggling, even the thought of you made me cry at times…”
He kissed your forehead and gazed deeply into your eyes.
“Never again. I promise.”
He kissed your lips gently but with a message that all the good things are yet to come.
You two pull away to look at one another. Eyes sparkling with undeniable love.
The lacuna inside your chests filling with love from one another as you become whole once again…
The end…
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If yall were heartbroken and you're friend, definitely not yoongi, and he suggested to hang out, would yall want to fuck to make your ex jealous or he comfort you and kiss you?
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The Boyfriend Series — High School Sweethearts
five years after graduating, they met in the most random places, but they glad they met and caught up on past memories. maybe they still had a fling.
Yoongi
"can you two quiet down, and let me think" he said looking at the pack of ramen, they were filming their regular season of Bon Voyage: Seoul Edition. yoongi, as the main cook, was trying to calculate somethings for the week, yet the producers do provide them food, he still wanted to make sure they had plenty.
he was accompanied by taehyung and namjoon, the two who talk more aloud than he does which usually doesn't bother him, but now he is trying to ask himself questions. "hyung? do you think we have enough for this?" namjoom point at some snacks from the bakery "yeah, ask the other team if they would like some" he said, yoongi end up throwing both packs into his cart and travel down the aisles. a sudden name calling made him stop, he look over the person, and seen that same smile, beautiful locks of hair and those eyes. "yoongi?" you called, his breath shorten as you walk closer to him and the camera crew felt like they needed to intervene. "ma'am, we're filming something" one of the producers said.
"no no, flim those two, ah --- its been so long" he said taking you in for a hug, it was warm and gentle, yoongi was always that gentle. "five years, wow you look, wow" you said adding a short chuckle, taking a step back to admire yoongi "don't bring up those years okay? anyways what are you doing here, instead of the obvious?" he ask as you two stroll down the aisles togther. "oh my sister's kids is having a birthday party tomorrow and coincidentally her boyfriend's is today as well, so we're buying 'adult' things" she said grabbing a stack of beef and some other meats. "oh yeah I forgot you had a sister" he said.
they walk along the to some ice cream, you study the ice cream, while he admire your face and scrunch nose when in thought. "oh yoongi hyung, I got you this" taehyung sing handing him a kids bracelet. "oh who's this?" he ask smirking as if namjoon told him to keep quiet but taehyung was always the nosy one of the group. "I'm ---, you must be taehyung. I remember you when you guys debut" you said grabbing a tub of ice cream.
"how'd you two know eachother?" taehyung wiggle his eyebrows, the two smiled "we- we um dated in high school" yoongi said gripping his cart. "oh really, so your the phantom of love. he always told us you were the one who encouraged him to try out" you've smiled at taehyung's little mirth voice and smile. "namjoon also ask if you're ready? he's got a cart full of things" taehyung ask "oh yeah, um --- nice meeting you again." yoongi turn, but taehyung was not done, not one bit "actually --- why don't you give me your number. I know yoongi hyung is a shy man, you probably know that as well." yoongi hiss at taehyung's comment but it was true he was a shy man when it comes to things like this.
in high school he was not the one to make the first move, it was you, he was confident but alone he was a shy guy. you practically push him to audition, you kiss him, you ask him out. you never push him past the limits though. "actaully --- next week we're having a concert, come, I'll save you some tickets" yoongi needed to be the confident. taehyung smirk and wiggled his eyebrows once more "oh yes of course I'll come, I been fighting for them" you chuckled.
"you'll get the best house seats, front row, I'll text you the details, flower" taehyung suck in his lips as he saw the two of you look at eachother. "you still remember?" you ask biting your bottom lip "of course, I'll see you there" before the camera crew came, the two parted ways after exchanging numbers.
"who was that?" your sister ask, she rub her belly and smirk "shut up, no he is not my future baby daddy, you remember my old boyfriend from high school? that's him" you watch your sister gasped and stutter which you nodded to "holy shit, you better keep him this time" she said nudging your shoulder.
"you better keep them this time yoongi hyung" taehyung said nudging his shoulder.
I will, this time. I promise
you both thought.
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There's something wrong with Manager Kim YN part 28
Ahjussi
YN poured out another whiskey, skipping the ice and felt it burn nicely down her throat.
She did her best to distract herself, but when it has been almost an hour and no movement she decided to go investigate.
YN knocked and swung open the door, watching as Yoongi stood nursing a bloody nose.
"For fuck sake Seokjin!" she headed straight for him. "I said don't do something stupid! You can't go beating up people," she shouted at him, grabbing tissues and pushing them at Yoongi.
She knew her brother would have thrown the first punch, because if it was her she probably would have done the same thing.
YN wiped the blood off her hands and tilted Yoongi's head up towards and felt the bridge of his nose. "It's not broken."
Yoongi blinked hard, as she walked into the room speaking, but his ears were muffled due to taking one too many hits.
Jim grabbed his cardigan nonchalantly as though their altercation had never happened.
Yoongi felt her soft hands on his chin tilting it up toward her face. She lowered her gaze to his nose and pinched it all the way down. He did his best not to look down her top as she dipped down in front of him, but he was seeing double now. The sight of blood made most people sick; she didn't even bat an eyelid, and there was plenty of it.
"Why the hell did you follow him into here, hmm?" she mumbled, not that Yoongi could hear it over the ringing in his head.
"YN, you're here!" he gave her a gummy smile, reaching out his gloved hands and squishing her cheeks.
"How hard did you even hit him?" she managed, as Jin laughed at her looking like a puffer fish.
Jin just shrugged, pulling at the velcro with his teeth. YN felt for Yoongi's gloves but realised he had swayed and fallen to the ground in a heap.
"Jesus Seokjinna!"
Jin shook his head, "I didn't hit him that hard, how was I supposed to know you'd make him pass out again."
"Ya! You knocked him around the ring, it's not my fault if he happened to faint just after I walked in!"
Her brother shot her a look. "It is too!" he said loudly.
She moved away from Jin and looked over him, tired.
"Meh, give him a minute I'm sure he'll be okay, but what on earth is he doing here at this hour?"
"Drunk. Spilling the truth. It's too late to send him home anyway, especially in this state."
"What tea?"
"It's not my tea to spill," he explained cryptically.
"Well, I'm not running a hotel here, I had spare rooms but Uncle and Jackson have one each, Ari has her own and you stole my last one."
"I warned you if you came back I would live with you, stop acting like you don't like having your brother around," he argued.
"Fine, but stick him in your room," she waved him off, stepping over Yoongi and to go to bed.
Jin scoffed loudly, stepping over Yoongi too. "No way. You take him."
"He's your band member. You've known him longer," she argued back.
"Yeah, well he was your husband. And is your baby daddy."
"Listen we don't even know if the pabo is even going to do the right thing."
"Look I will be generous and help you take him into the house. And then I need some beauty sleep."
"Fine," she sulked, "help me get his ass upstairs."
**
YN dragged his heavy body to the landing outside her bedroom, struggling to keep him upright and simultaneously open the door.
Eventually pulling him in, she wanted more than anything to drop his ass to the ground.
"If you so much as fart in my room, you will not see the light of day," she threatened him as he mutely plopped onto the bed.
She owed him no niceties. YN threw his wallet and phone on the dresser, dumping a pair of large PJ's on the bed beside him.
"See ya," she waved him off after grabbing clothes.
"Wait," he called. YN turned around, and watched his eyes grow big, covering his mouth and run to the bathroom, and vomit loudly.
YN dry retched, just the sounds alone had her wanting to gag. She rubbed her eyes, sighing loudly.
"God I hate you," she berated him loudly, leaving her PJ's on the dresser. She padded slowly to the bathroom where he lay in a small figure, clutching his stomach.
"It serves you right," she looked at him in his pathetic state.
"I don't need a fucking lecture right now," he told her. "If you found out your fuck buddy had deleted all hopes of a reconciliation off your phone, you'd be just as drunk too."
She looked at him, her expression stony. "Sobered up all of a sudden?" God why did he make it so hard to be angry at him.
He lay, his head on the cold floor, hair smeared against his sweaty forehead, breathing erratic.
"I'm sorry. I genuinely thought you didn't want us. Want Ari," she corrected, "I should have tried harder."
Begrudgingly YN sat him up and rinsed a hand towel under warm water.
"You didn't do anything wrong. Don't say sorry. I never deserved you the first time. I would never say I didn't want you. I cried every night, and I couldn't talk to anyone cos I knew they all loved you and hated me for making you leave."
He clutched his stomach and crawled back to the toilet and puked again.
Trying hard to not vomit herself, YN helped him up as he sat on the edge of the bath.
"I'm sorry baby," he sniffed and looked down at the floor. She lifted his droopy head, rinsed the towel again and gently cleaned his face. Unable to give a witty comeback and feeling nauseous again Yoongi knew to just shut up.
YN silently peeled off him the now vomit ridden t-shirt off him and chucked it in straight into the waste bin without a second glance. Yoongi sat motionless as she wiped down his neck and chest and gave him a towel to hold.
"Do you need to vomit again?" she asked quietly, emotionless.
Unable to speak, he closed his eyes and shook his head. She placed a clean towel around his shoulders and helped him to the bed.
She shook out the bed clothes, indicating with snappy fingers which he understood. Yoongi raised his arms up, the areas wiped down early now cold with goosebumps as she pulled the T-shirt over his head roughly. She smoothed his hair back for him neatly, giving him a 90's curtain style judging him hard as he tried to look everywhere but at her.
YN was furious at him.
But he looked like a bag of hot garbage left out in the sun, and she told him so.
"You look like shit."
"We can't all look at pretty as you."
He just about dragged himself to the basin in time to vomit, even then most of it was over himself again, as his legs shook. Even she wasn't so heartless, that she would leave him in such a state.
YN sighed loudly, but still helped him stand again and he managed to pull clean pjs on. Embarrassed beyond words he couldn't bring himself to acknowledge the fact, as a grown man he had to be helped into his night clothes, because he had drank himself into oblivion and then allowed himself to be almost beaten to a pulp by her brother.
Now stomach empty of the alcohol, he shook with a cold sweat. YN put some socks on him, and sat him down, rubbing his back.
"Are you thirsty?" she asked.
He nodded, as she gave him a glass of water. Hands shaking he tried to drink it.
"For fuck sake" he growled.
YN swiftly took the glass off him and held his chin as she fed him the water slowly.
"Why are you even helping me after everything I have done to you?" he mumbled.
YN ignored the question, on the grounds she didn't know why, as Yoongi managed to get himself into bed.
"Lay on your side."
She helped him roll over and put another empty waste bin next to his bed.
YN rubbed her head again and sat down on the end of the bed and waited for him to fall asleep. He groaned in pain as he lay there.
"Please don't go. Don't leave me," he held her hand tightly, refusing to let go. "Just stay, till I feel asleep. Please?"
"It's fine, I'm here" she repeated a few times. Sick of during awkwardly in a stool, she eventually have up and sat beside him.
She'd only closed her eyes a moment, the dim room was making her sleepy, as he almost climbed into her lap. Cradling his head YN, as though on autopilot stroked his hair until he fell asleep, much like she did for Ari. Eyes closing she yawned as her own head began to falter.
She'd ordered herself to make sure, when satisfied he wasn't going to puke anymore or choke trying, that she would leave him some more water by the bed, and let herself out.
**
Yoongi awoke groggy and seriously hungry.
With absolutely no idea where the hell he was.
He rose from the most comfortable bed ever and wondered around the bedroom.
"Did I check into a hotel?" he took in his dishevelled appearance as he tried to remember where he was. His eyes went to the dressing table, his wallet and it's contents seemed correct and his clothes were cleaned and on the nearby stool.
YN wiped the counter as Ari ate her breakfast with her uncles. Conversation naturally lulled as she turned to offer more eggs.
"Any one for any more," she called out, "then I'm gonna sit down." She paused as she felt something move behind her.
Yoongi's eyes locked onto hers.
"Decided to join us?" Jin asked, chewing his toast.
"Yeah," he cleared his throat as he tried to get her to look at him, but she expertly avoided him.
Eventually she looked up at him, "What?"
He kept staring at her and wouldn't stop, and it was starting to annoy her.
When she snapped her fingers in his face, he gave a slow smile, catching her snapping fingers in his, pulling her towards him to kiss them.
"Yah," she snatched her hand back.
He was looked at her, smitten causing YN to mumble expletives under her breath and move away.
Yoongi mumbled something about thanks and sleep and other things, but she couldn't understand what he was saying nor the order of his words.
God, just the sight of him is painful. Why is he here dragging out my pain?
Yoongi looked at her, at Ari at the table and then back to her. He shook his head, grabbed her hands again, removing the whisk and pulling her towards him.
His nerves kicked in again as she stood there staring back. Speechless.
Holding her hands in his he said, "I want you back. Please. I need you. Let me be a father to her."
"Let me explain it to her please. I don't want to startle her," she replied in hushed tones. "But we need to talk. You do not turn up at my house drunk."
"They don't make a medicine for my heartbreak. Wherever I went, I went looking for you. No one helped or told me where you went."
Unsure what to say, and almost choking on her own spit she looked back at him.
"W-what?"
Yoongi dare not repeat it in front of innocent ears. "Can we spend some time alone? I need to tell you the truth."
"Later," she tried her best to cut the conversation off.
He took a seat at the table, Ari's eyes followed him like a hawk until he was sitting opposite her.
"Mama?" she nearly put the spoon down in the empty bowl.
"Yes baby?" YN came over with the last of the scrambled eggs and toast.
"Yoongha uncle having food with us?"
"Um, yes monkey he is," she avoided the looks around the table from Jackson and Jin.
"Who is he?" Ari blurted out, making Uncle Kim chuckle into his coffee.
She gripped her hands in her lap, anxious.
"Remember when you asked where Daddy was, and I said he was in a different country?"
She nodded.
"Well, this is the country he's in. Ari, this is your dad, Yoongi is your father."
No one was expecting to hear what YN said next.
"Are you sure Mama?"
Jin sniggered.
"Pretty sure sweetheart."
Suddenly she didn't have an appetite.
"I don't think that's right mama," the little girl slipped off her chair and walked around to Yoongi.
Ari took a few steps toward Yoongi. He got down on his knees to meet her eye level; she pierced his heart with her steely eyes.
That was the defining moment he became a father. He instantly recognised her as the second thing he has to protect for the rest of his life.
Ari looked to her mother for reassurance, YN nodded and turning Ari stood, analysing him.
"I don't think you're my Dad," she told him matter of fact. "If you were my Dad you would have been with us. Why didn't you stay with us?"
"I-im sorry," he managed. "I promise to do better."
"We don't make promises in this house. Mama says words don't mean anything mister."
Yoongi cleared his throat and looked at YN but she refused to meet his eyes.
"Your mama is right. And I will show you with my actions okay?"
She stared at him, "okay," she agreed, not believing him wholly, "I look forward to seeing that."
She shook his hand quickly before running back.
YN looked apologetically to Yoongi as she ran past her.
"Do you have any other questions for me?" Yoongi asked Ari.
Ari looked at the bowl but nodded.
"You can look at me sweetheart," he walked back around the table, he held his hands, palms up to her and she placed her small doll-like hand in his.
"Go on sweetheart," YN encouraged her. "Ask whatever you want."
Ari looked at him closely. "Why are you in big trouble with Mama?" her American accent came through thick and clear. "She's angry because she isn't eating."
Jin and Jackson laughed.
"I will sit down with your mama and try and explain. Maybe then she won't be so angry okay?"
"Good luck," the little girl patted his shoulder in sympathy. She nodded her head quickly, "Jinny and Jackson samcho are my favourites," she touched his shoulder gently, "you could be my favourite as well."
"Can I?"
"Yep. But you have to earn it.. Ahjussi."
"You can call me daddy."
"No thanks."
"Damn girl. What's it gonna take?"
Ari stared hard, hand out.
"Credit card please."
"Sweetheart," Yoongi looked back at YN, "now where've I heard that before."
YN watched her daughter slowly open up to this stranger that had been placed in their lives.
Please God, don't let this backfire on them she prayed.
"I'm off out to the park with Ari," Jackson excited.
"I'm going to the office," Jin grabbed his jacket.
"I'll join you," Uncle Kim added, leaving the house empty.
Yoongi turned in his seat to face her fully.
"She has some sass, Jin wasn't joking."
"She's confident. That's how I've been raising her."
"I know," he conceded, "but I want to help, with raising her."
"We can figure it out," she acknowledged.
"Can we talk now? It looks like it's just us home now. Go to dinner with me," he ordered.
"What?" she squealed in surprise.
"Go to dinner with me, let's please talk."
"I think you should go home and think about what you want," she hadn't touched her food as she cooly went back to the kitchen.
It was Yoongi's turn for the wide eyes as he immediately ran after her, snapping her around sharply as soon as her hands were free.
"I want you."
The heat of his hand cradling mine makes me a little dizzy.
YN gulped hard.
God why have I missed touching her?
He leaned into her, rubbing his thumb along the side of her waist, as her blouse rode up slightly, walking her into the counter behind her.
"I have to go," YN tried to get out his grip but he pulled her forward, an arm between them as he hugged her hard.
"I'm begging you. I have no pride baby girl. You're mine. Princess. Only mine," he pulled her into him until their lips almost touched.
"I need to go finish getting ready, I need to leave for the office," she pleaded on deaf ears.
"You don't need it, you look amazing," he commented.
"I need to grab lipstick, my lips are dry and I'm outta here. You can see yourself out."
"Here."
He spin her hard, hoping to make her dizzy enough to
"You-you kissed me?"
He snashed his lips to her again, "you said your lips were dry."
"Doesn't mean you kiss me!"
"Raise your voice and I'll do that again," he tightened his grip. "I just need a chance. Baby I fucking love you."
"You just love the idea of it. So did I before. Before this all happened. Things are different now."
"You left me. When you should have stayed."
"Well colour me surprised, it's not like you were that sad since you shacked up with your ex Yoongi."
"She never ever stayed over. I didn't let her."
"That's why she was always out with you? You hold hands with all your friends?"
"Did she keep me from drinking myself to my grave? Yes. Did I use her in public so I could keep people at arms length? Yes. Did I stay with her because I felt sorry for myself. I did."
YN looked the other way in disgust.
"But she wasn't you. A poor man's YN. But she wasn't you. And she went to such lengths to keep you from me."
"She's gonna pay, ain't no mistake about that," YN gritted her teeth. "She ruined Ari's life. And we had an agreement and it finished. Why would I stay and mooch off you?!"
"I would have let you. Hell, who else says to a woman they're about to marry you can have all my money? Damn it YN, I don't give a shit about the money if I ain't got you, who the hell am I gonna spend it on baby?"
"Baby?" she scoffed, "I don't care."
"Baby, I care. Don't say baby who cares, I know you care!"
He dodged a kick to the privates and nimble, jogged after her as she checked herself in the mirror one last time.
"Run all you like Princess, but I'm not going anywhere," he called out as she escaped his clutches and fled.
Yoongi stood watching her leave hurriedly, a small sigh came from behind him, as it tugged his t-shirt.
"Ya Ahjussi!"
Yoongi turned around and faced the little girl.
"Daddy? Or Papa or Dad. Choose one," he told her, "I'm not going anywhere. Here forever Ari. You and mama need to get used to it okay?"
"Fine," Ari folded her arms, "but first let's go toy shopping."
"What happened to the park with Jackson?"
"We should spend time together. Dad."
"You are just like your mother," he mumbled as he let the child lead him out.
**
"So how did it go with Yoongs.. Has he manned up to his responsibility?" Jin looked at her.
"Yes he has Seokjin. He's manned up," she replied dryly to his question as she reached for her seat belt.
He gave her a kiss on the cheek and a side hug. "I'm glad for you," he told her. "And my house is your house."
"You mean my house is your house. Bitch you live rent free and pay no bills!"
"True, but I support you. He can come around whenever. To see Ari, or maybe even see you," he whispered the last bit.
"For Ari, not me" she corrected him. "Ari is in need of him Seokjinna, not me."
Jin looked at her, damn her hearing was good.
"Even the great YN needs someone too."
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Hi besties!
I'm looking for some angstiest yoongi fics. If you know some please drop them so i can read them thank you so much in advance besties mwa 🫶🏼🥹
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ceos!rapline x reader, fem!reader, poly!rapline, bi!rapline
genre: smut (pwp), fluff
word count: 6.1k
summary: having three ceo boyfriends comes with its perks- namely the financial freedom to pursue your artistic talents and always getting the jewelry you ask for- but like everything, your luxuries come at a price.
a price that just so happens to be arriving in their office to satisfy them at every call.
warnings: this is SMUT! They're all fucking, okay? Everyone is also very in love, rapline are little bi babies. Swearing and tension (related to business things that have the boys pent up), they are all sickeningly in love. Specific smut warnings include: dom!rapline x sub!reader, dirty talk, intentional voyeurism, praise and degradation, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, spitting, hair pulling, grinding (in several varieties), technically public sex but behind closed doors, unprotected sex (hey, don’t do this irl), anal play, double penetration, multiple orgasms, cum eating, overstimulation, aftercare ofc!
an: hi, I’m back to write about the nasty things I dream about sometimes. This one is pretty intense so please read the warnings above carefully, and as always if you're under 18 or uncomfortable with the content pleaseeee do not read it. I do not proofread so if there are typos I apologize! (ps the title is inspired by one of my favorite songs about sex, so do yourself a favor and listen to Natural by The Driver Era if you haven’t!)
“I don’t fucking think I approved that!” Namjoon growls into his phone. You can feel the anger coming off of him in waves as he grips the device in his veiny hand. You admire him for a second; the set line of his jaw, the sexy furrow of his brow. Whoever is on the other side of the conversation speaks rapidly again, likely apologizing, and yours ears strain to catch any context.
You only get to focus for a few seconds before Namjoon’s stare slides to you. His eyebrow raises and you know immediately what he wants. The carpet is beginning to pinch into your knees anyway so you’re glad for the imminent distraction.
You were in the middle of a new painting when he called you to his office; hands flecked with dry paint and still in yesterdays’ pajamas but you dropped everything and rushed over. It had been like that as long as you could remember- you more than happy to be at your boyfriends’ beck and call as you got to reap the benefits of their job status. It didn't always end up like this when you visited but there’s no denying the spark of pleasure that rides up your spine as Namjoon silently commands you from above.
He’s already hard beneath his work pants; the expensive silky material stretching around his impressive length. You clench your naked thighs together and pull on his waistband to undo the button and slide down the metal fly. He offers you nothing but a tick of his jaw as you work and the idea drives you crazy, hips rocking uselessly against the air.
He sighs, and you can’t tell if it's because of the phone call or because you’ve wrapped your delicate hand around his length, tugging at him gently until you have a firm grasp on the base.
You’ve done this enough to know that getting right to work will get you what you need faster, and there’s no denying how much you love sucking his cock.
The head is leaking salty precum and you fight the urge to moan as you lick at it and sample his familiar taste. Wetness pools between your legs and your eyes roll back as you gather more of him in your throat. The stretch is pleasant and grounding; familiar enough that you feel an odd sense of peace wash over you as you swallow around his thickness.
He drops a hand to your hair to push it away from your eyes, gently tucking the pieces behind your ears. You smile around your mouthful of his cock. Saliva dribbles from your lips into your lap and you flush as if the reality of your situation had just hit. Namjoon ruts his hips, clearly unhappy with your pausing, and you double down. It doesn’t take long for the sounds to become overwhelming, the lewd squelching of your tongue working over his cock that you hope can't be heard over the phone.
“Is that my job? Or is that not exactly what I fucking hired you to do? I pay you way too much for you to be so god damn stupid.” The venom in Namjoon’s voice makes your head spin. Although the words aren't directed at you, the serious tone of his voice is so familiar that your pussy hums and your hips rock forward desperately; searching for the friction your plush thighs can't provide.
You whine, hoping to draw his attention enough that he'll end the call, but he just shakes his head and taps his foot. Tears of frustration brim hot behind your eyes and his soften just a bit, pointedly glancing down between your thighs where his foot continues to tap. You pull off of his cock, wiping your mouth as you recollect yourself and try to put together the pieces he’s offering to you. He must read your confusion because he tangles his hand in your hair anew, angling your head down to look below yourself.
His foot; clad in an expensive, shiny leather boot stares back at you. He taps it again, and your head swims. Is he suggesting what you think he is? Hot anticipation strikes your veins as he speaks again.
“You’re right. That’s what I want you to do.” You know he's still on the call; as he still only uses one hand to guide you back to his cock, but the double edged meaning of the sentences affirms you.
Your head spins and speeds up all at the same time as you lower yourself enough that you can keep some of his cock in your mouth at the same time your pussy grazes the material of his shoe.
It's cold and firm, and your mind goes blank as you rut against it. He flexes his foot to adjust the pressure against your clit and you go wild, heart pounding in your chest as you speed up. Out of all the debauched things you’d done in your life of dating your boyfriends, grinding against shoes worth more than your car payment is near the top of the list. Your stomach tightens with every drag and you’ve all but abandoned sucking his cock; just holding it in the warmth of your mouth as you let out pathetic little moans.
Your orgasm approaches rapidly, punctuated when you look down to see how your juices leave a shiny, sticky trail over his boot. Your heart stammers and you can feel your oncoming release only seconds away when a loud, reverberating bang ruptures your focus. Namjoon’s cock falls completely out of your mouth as you squeak, but your body is so close to the edge of pleasure that you hips keep moving shamelessly. You have no idea who or what just came into his office; but you can't find it in yourself to give a shit.
“Oh, fuck! I’m coming,” you grip Namjoon’s pant leg and mouth at the fabric as you bear your weight completely on his shoe and rock yourself to completion.
White flashes behind your eyes and you shiver, clinging to his strong thigh as tears of relief leak from your eyes.
“Well this is a pleasant surprise,” Yoongi’s husky voice comes with the gentle touch of his fingers brushing your sweaty hair off of your neck.
“Yoongi!” You keen, leaning into the touch, still a bit too frazzled to move. Namjoon takes the moment to tease his boot back against your clit and you cry out, hips twitching away from him with a whine.
“Sensitive, honey?” Hoseok calls, and although you knew he was likely there, the confirmation makes you flush. You turn slowly, unearthing your face from Namjoon’s thigh.
You can't help but feel worshipped under their gaze. Hoseok is staring openly at your ass, admiring the curve created by your squatted position and you’re sure the sheen of your arousal is shining on the insides of your thighs for him. Yoongi is closer, kneeling just a few inches away from you on the carpet and you smile, practically falling into his warm embrace. He catches you easily and hums.
“We didn’t know you were here, love. But you made quite the entrance.” His teasing only reignites the fire inside of you; already ready for whatever other plans the trio might have for you. Yoongi has his hand on your ass in a split second, groping the flesh and spreading you open to the groan of approval from Namjoon.
The sound of his voice reminds you of his abandoned cock and you glance back at him from Yoongi’s embrace. His cock is slick with your spit and flushed angry red at the tip.
“Sorry, Joonie.” You pout at his state and his cock twitches in response; prompting him to grab it and give himself a sharp tug. Your mouth waters at the sight and you long to have him in your mouth again, but Yoongi tugs you back to him when you start to move.
“He can wait.” The dominating current in Yoongi’s voice makes you immediately pliant, lurching forward as his fingers ghost along your sodden pussy. You keen, pressing your breasts into him as your back arches. His chest rumbles with a satisfied hum, and it’s near impossible to miss the feeling of him hardening beneath you.
You catch sight of Hoseok, who had made quick work of shedding his suit jacket and button down top. His tanned skin glows luminous; the light dusting of hair on his lower stomach tempting you to lick your lips. His belt hangs half undone from the loops; the silver clasp reflecting the light in Namjoon’s office. You reach for him with cute grabby hands and he fights an endeared smile as he strides over to you. Yoongi presses a kiss into the space where your neck and shoulder meet before he surprisingly relinquishes you.
Hoseok pulls your body upward as if you weigh nothing. He steadies you with a curl of his fingers around your bare hip and you shiver at the delicate touch. Long ago, he made a habit of tracing the delicate silvery threads of your stretch marks- mapping the part of you which used to make you shy away from his affection. Now you lean into the touch readily and he smiles to coax the dimples out from his cheeks.
“Pretty baby,” his eyes search your own before he kisses the tip of your nose, the cleft of your upper lip, the corner of your mouth...everywhere except your lips. Immediately you pout at him, trying to entice another smooch out of him with the pitiful look. A smirk that makes your stomach roll follows, punctuated by the mischief in his warm brown eyes.
“You want a kiss?” His voice strikes low and hot through your abdomen. You can feel the ghost of his lips just centimeters from your own and you shiver, nipples standing to attention.
It’s such an odd feeling to anticipate a kiss from someone you’ve been kissing for so long. You’re no stranger to Hoseok’s tricks; the way he and your other boyfriends relish in watching you squirm as they make you wait for the simple pleasure of your lips meeting their own, but you take solace in knowing that at the end of the day they’re just as affected as you.
Hoseok is craving this kiss just as much as you are as your heart rate spikes; dreaming of the cosmic feeling that will be born from this quite simple delay. You feel him exhale against your face and only then do you realize your eyes had fluttered shut. You snap them open, eager to watch the moment when he leans in. He smiles, showing off his row of perfect teeth; and then promptly sinks to the ground in front of you.
An affronted gasp falls from your lips before you can stop it. Namjoon laughs heartily behind you, and it only takes a second before he’s blessing your line of sight-finally rid of all the pesky layers of clothes that were hiding him.
Namjoon is nothing if not disciplined, and his recent forays to the gym have certainly been paying off. His biceps look absolutely delectable, and its impossible to miss the tantalizing trail of muscle that has begun to form at his pelvis, encouraging you to look further to the cock you were forced to abandon earlier. You still itch for him-always itch for him, for all of them- but he seems unbothered by the weight of his stiffened cock for the moment.
Hoseok’s hair tickles at your upper thigh and you stutter a moan. Seated so perfect and handsome below you, Hoseok has wasted no time in pulling his dress pants down just enough that his cock greets you. It’s hard and weeping, creating a dark stain on the light gray pants he had laid out on the dresser last night.
“Hobi,” you whine at the sight of him eyeing you from his place on the floor. He raises a playful eyebrow and nods, as to encourage your words.
“What’s up?” He asks, tracing his fingers along the insides of your slick thighs, never close enough to where you actually need him. “I don’t know what you need if you don’t tell me.”
Your clit throbs under his words- despite their gentle nature you know he’s not kidding. He really would sit here all night, waiting for you to ask for him to dive into your pussy. Fortunately, he's not the only voice in the room.
“Fuck,” Yoongi growls, stalking over to the pair of you. His cologne engulfs you as he circles your body like a well trained predator. Now naked, the contrast of his bright red hair strikes even more bold against his milky skin.
“Little one is clearly too dumb to talk to us today...” his eyes are cool and calculating of your trembling figure. His elegant hands flex as he rounds you again, taking claim at the top of Hoseok’s head. You can feel the man’s breath stutter against your thigh at the touch and it’s oddly comforting to know that all of you are in the same boat of overwhelming attraction to one another.
Yoongi tuts, throwing a glance over his shoulder to Namjoon, who seems happy to just be watching for the moment, occasionally stroking himself to the show. Your breasts heave with every breath of anticipation.
“What’s her little pussy telling you, Hobi?” Yoongi’s dangerous gaze slides down between your legs as Hoseok pulls your thighs apart. Happily you spread them just enough that he can get an eyeful of your sodden core.
Despite having just come a few moments ago you’re more than ready for more- slick with your own arousal and feeling wired to come at the slightest touch.
“Telling me she’s lonely...” his voice takes on a whining edge and you agree with a moan of your own, nodding rapidly.
“And what should we do about that?” Yoongi hums. It takes you embarrassingly long to realize he's asking you. There are options here, you know, but the glint in Yoongi’s eye tells you there’s an answer he would be more partial to at the moment.
“Your tongue,” the word stutters out of you. Yoongi smirks, runs his fingers over his top lip as if in thought.
“Mine?”
Your brain short circuits and you’re immediately shaking your head yes, and then no. His brows furrow as a genuine concern breaks his indifferent mask. You swallow around the lump in your throat.
“Wan’ you and Hobi. Please?” Hoseok moans, and you’re sure that he’s stroking himself as you play this little game with Yoongi.
Yoongi’s grin returns tenfold. “My needy little slut, huh? Just one can never be enough for that pussy. Always need more, and more.” You expect him to nudge Hoseok aside for room, but instead he circles you once more before sinking to his knees behind you.
His hot breath ghosts against your ass and your mind instantly runs wild with realization. Your eyes must grow wide because Namjoon coos at you just before the tongues comes to life.
Hoseok, who had clearly been waiting long enough, takes no preamble and dives right into your pussy, forcing your legs further apart. His tongue immediately presses against your clit, pulsing the nerves with little teasing flicks. Yoongi quickly follows suit, latching his mouth around your entrance and sucking. The room spins with pleasure and your thighs are already shaking before a minute has passed. Your hips have nowhere to go to escape the sensations, and Hoseok and Yoongi’s insistence on pushing further into you means that you can feel their tongues meeting in the middle; overlapping one another with the same fervor as a heated kiss.
You can't help but look down your body, trying to catch any glimpse of the men working you over with their tongues. Hoseok’s full head of hair blocks your sight slightly, but through the gaps of his limbs you see a slender, pale hand wrapped around his cock. It’s only now you realize Yoongi only has one hand anchored to your hip, the other presently preoccupied around Hoseok’s cock. You watch him run his thumb over the slit, collecting Hoseok’s sticky pearlescent precum before giving him several languid strokes in the same rhythm his tongue prods you open.
The sight is so erotic that tears spring forward as your hands flail, unsure of whose head to grasp. Your orgasm is just inches away, and you warn them both as such with a shake in your voice. Hoseok redoubles his efforts, the hinge of his jaw working sinfully to tease your clit with the same rapid circles he employs when he fingers you.
The world blanks as you come, feeling the rush of wetness that gushes out of you being drunk up by Yoongi’s greedy mouth. Your stomach caves as you ride the feeling, tugging on Hoseok’s hair in a futile effort to get him off of your clit.
He answers with a nip of his teeth and a hearty moan, the combination rocketing you off of the edge of oblivion again. There’s no way to stop the tears as they spill hot and heavy down your cheeks and collect at your chin. Your entire body trembles and if it weren’t for the strong grip of Namjoon’s hands, you surely would have face planted into the plush carpet. He welcomes the weight of your body falling into his, immediately wrapping you in his warmth as your body recovers from the sensations.
He manages to get you out from between your lovers and cradles you into his desk chair. From here, you have a perfect view of Yoongi’s insistent hand on Hoseok’s cock and the sloppy kiss they devolved into once you left.
“You’re so fucking sexy, did you know that?” He brushes the sweat-damp hair from your shoulder and nibbles at the flesh in earnest. His cock twitches below you and your pussy trembles. He moans heartily and grabs handfuls of your breasts, flicking his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. He hums at the way your breathing increases.
“Bet that tastes like you.” Even though you can't see his face, you know he’s referring to the sloppy mess of spit and come smearing between them. The idea makes you shiver with a new wave of arousal; and if you weren’t so used to going so many rounds with them you would be seriously worried about the state of your body.
Hoseok tips his head back and lets out a rattling groan, the clear warning of his incoming release. You and Namjoon let out twin sighs at the sound, and Yoongi’s face curves into a devilish smile as he leans down to capture the tip of Hoseok’s cock in his mouth. It’s only seconds before Hoseok lets go, face flushing bright red as he comes. The instinctive stutter of his hips leaves several glossy streaks of cum across Yoongi’s mouth and chin.
You squirm in Namjoon’s lap and he takes another heavy, indulgent grope of your tits; conveniently pressing you right against his hardened cock. The sound of Yoongi praising Hoseok becomes white noise as Namjoon angles his hips against you, brushing the head of his cock against your clit. Despite having come so many times already, your pussy has yet to be stretched to the limits you desire.
“I-in, Joon...” you lift your hips enough that his cock catches on your entrance and he plunges forward immediately. He exhales in a burst against the back of your neck.
“Sorry baby. Pretty little pussy just wanted to suck me in before I could ask.” He licks a line up the side of your neck, playing with the tender skin under your ear. “Are you ready? Feelin’ okay?” You have to commend him for stopping to ask: carrying concern for your well being and consent even though you can feel his cock throbbing inside you.
“Yes!” You can't find it in you to say much more, but the animalistic grunt Namjoon makes as he pulls you down onto him makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine.
The walls of your pussy stretch and accommodate him as he bucks his hips. His fingernails dig into the flesh of your breasts as your head lulls back onto his toned shoulders; relishing in the way your sweaty skin sticks together in the heat of your moment. You finally feel so full, finally able to indulge in the truly brain numb feeling of allowing one of your favorite men on the planet batter your pussy until he’s satisfied.
“This greedy pussy can’t get enough attention, huh? Never enough mouths and cocks to keep you satisfied?” The force of his thrusts punch the air out of you but you nod in affirmation, mouth hanging open dumbly. “Fucking hell, baby. I’m gonna cum.”
You wish you could see the pinch in his eyebrows, the clench of his jaw; but for now you’ll relish in the fact you get to feel his cock twitch rapidly inside of you until he’s filling you. His hot cum rushes into you with a force that is testament to how long he waited for his release. He keeps you pressed over him until he’s fully drained, moaning your name at the sensitivity of his softening cock lodged inside your throbbing pussy.
Your head spins and you have to close your eyes in an attempt to anchor yourself back to the earth. Namjoon shifts his hips and you can feel his hot release start to leak out of you.
“Sorry,” he kisses your ear gently as he slips out completely. You instinctively clasp your thighs together to keep his release inside you as Yoongi materializes before you. His bright red hair is mussed and his cheeks are a pleasant pink, as if he’d been in the sun for a few hours.
If it wasn’t for the streaks of drying cum on his face, he would look angelic.
Actually, you still think he does anyway.
“As much as I love staring at you staring at me...” his hands pull at your waist, tugging you off the warmth of Namjoon’s lap. You go easily, feeling pleasant calm flowing through your veins as you stand before him on wobbly legs. He knots his fingers through your already tangled hair, tugging the strands until your neck is bared to him. It burns at the roots but you love it, darting your tongue out to lick at your lips as he gives another experimental tug. Your pussy throbs along with your scalp, and Yoongi moves close enough to you that you can feel his rigid length brush against your stomach.
The hardness of him against you sends your hips forward, grinding his cock between your bodies and relishing in the special kind of torture you’ve made for yourself- literal inches from allowing the drag of his cock against where you need him most.
Yoongi voices his protest with a groan that reverberates through your chest, sending shockwaves of pleasure between your slick thighs.
Your breath stutters as his plush lips work at your neck, teeth nipping into the sensitive skin with the intent of marking you black and blue. Sagging under his attention, you return the favor by winding your own fingers into his locks and tugging hard.
A new set of hands joins you, cresting over the curves of your ass. The citrusy scent of aftershave gives the hands away as belonging to Hoseok; who takes no qualms with spreading you open for his greedy eyes. You shutter as he reveals your ass and pussy to him and you shake your hips back at him playfully. He moans as your flesh jiggles under his touch and the sudden burn of a slap fills the room. Your ass cheek stings from the contact but you feel yourself get wetter, pushing back against his strong hand.
Hoseok answers with two more slaps in quick succession and the burn of the impact makes you keen.
“Look so good with your ass all red for me.” He trails his fingertips over the spot where he had just spanked you. Anticipation breezes through your veins as the simple touch leaves only to be quickly replaced by a renewed slap across the sensitive skin that connects your thigh and ass cheek.
Yoongi sucks up your moan with a swift kiss, shoving his tongue into your throat so you have no choice but to let him devour your sounds. You clutch at his shoulders pathetically as Hoseok skims a finger over your asshole.
Even though your eyes are already shut, they roll back into your head at the gentle push of his fingertip. You’re no stranger to the intrusion, but it makes your knees weak every time.
Yoongi relinquishes your mouth to peek around your body, although you have a suspicion he already knew what was happening. His lips are raw, bitten red from your passionate kiss as he cups your face between his hands.
“Gonna let Hoseok in your little ass? Have his cock fill you up?” You nod emphatically as the wet splatter of Hoseok’s spit slides over you, aiding his finger in the deeper glide you desire. He acts fast to add a second finger and sink down to his first knuckle, stretching them apart to open you further. Your chest heaves against Yoongi’s, and he kicks a sinful trail up the curve of your ear.
“You’re gonna look so pretty with his big cock in your ass, honey. Can’t wait to see you all stretched out for us…” you feel as if he’s lit you on fire.
Hoseok has managed to fit three fingers, and the delectable drag of him inside of you is making your head foggy. Pressure mounts in your lower stomach but feels annoyingly far away from satisfaction.
“Yoongi, H-hobi,” the men both snap to your attention; cooing at the watery tone of your voice. Hoseok’s fingers persist in stretching you as you try to work your way through your thoughts.
“I need you in my pussy, too,” hot tears come along with the plead you make to Yoongi, desperate for him to understand the aching need filling you. He chuckles and nods, reaching down between your bodies to stroke himself.
“No surprise that just one cock wouldn’t be enough for your little holes.” Pleasure burns through you as you nod your agreement; anything to get him into action as you feel Hoseok spit on you again.
“You were just on this cock, too. Real fucking slut needing more already.” Namjoon’s rumbling voice chimes in- apparently recovered from his most recent orgasm.
You catch sight of him rising from his desk chair like he’s been reborn: cock glossy with your arousal and a new stream of precum decorating the tip.
The three of them seem to move in an eerie tandem- something that would make you think they’d talked about this beforehand if you didn’t know any better. Hoseok removes his fingers, ignoring your protest as he pulls your body to the floor with him. His skin burns against your own as he positions your ass over his cock; both tortured by the close contact. Your legs are lifted under the knees and spread, baring your pussy to the room and your other boyfriends.
“Fucking can’t wait to wreck you, baby.” He slides you carefully until his cock is pressed tightly against your asshole, the feeling of him twitching there making you even more impatient.
Yoongi stands above you both for a second before kneeling- and you’re grateful for the plush, expensive carpet as you watch his pale knees land on it. His hand stays steady on his cock, stroking himself in little half motions that give away just how hard he’s trying to remain calm. His eyes wander over your shoulder to where Hoseok sits, and you can see them soften as he admires his boyfriend. A sickeningly sweet feeling of affirmed love sweeps through you, and you’re shocked again by just how lucky you’ve managed to become.
Yoongi’s face quickly morphs back into desire as his eyes catch on the way Hoseok’s cock is lodged against you, red and twitching to be inside. You can feel wetness leaking from your pussy downward, making a sticky mess between the two of you that sets you alight.
Not one to be forgotten, Namjoon hovers above you with his watchfully sexy eye, roaming every exposed inch of your skin. His jaw ticks as you rut against Hoseok.
“Go on, Hobi. Wanna see you fill our girl up.” The goading works, and Hoseok is quick to manipulate your body into the perfect position for slipping his cock into you.
Your eyes water at the push but you do your best to relax, focusing on the twin gazes of Yoongi and Namjoon as Hoseok’s cock pushes past your muscles. The stretch is slow and satisfying; and you take a sick pleasure in feeling the way Hoseok’s own body trembles under your own as he bottoms out.
Your mouth lulls open as he starts to bounce you on his cock. Your hands fall useless at your sides but Yoongi is quick to capture them, kissing each palm once before clasping them wholly. The lewd sound of your hips against Hoseok’s fills your head, and a string of incoherent moans is all you can offer them.
Namjoon’s hands find your face as he crouches to your side, giving Yoongi the room to shuffle closer to your waiting pussy.
Your entire body throbs as Yoongi lines up with your entrance and taps at your clit with the heavy head of his cock.
“Please,” you breathe out and cry at the same time: hot tears collecting in Namjoon’s big palms as they roll down your cheeks. The pressure of Yoongi entering you alongside Hoseok’s thrusts creates spots behind your eyes, and you feel your body floating into the overdrive you’ve come to adore. Namjoon grunts with you as you fall into pleasure, allowing your body to be jostled between Hoseok and Yoongi’s strong bodies.
Namjoon kisses your nose in a deceptively sweet manner even though you know his hand is wrapped around his cock; mumbling little praises against your face as you barrel toward blinding pleasure.
The boys work in a perfect rhythm so that you never feel empty. Their cocks occasionally meet, running against one another through the layer of your walls.
“Fucking feel so good when you’re so full.” Beads of sweat roll down Yoongi’s neck, highlighting his godly features.
Your stomach flips with arousal, pussy clenching around the lengths inside of you. Hoseok sinks his teeth into the vulnerable skin on your shoulder before he locks you in an embrace with the corded strength of his arms and holds you steady as you squirm. The string of moans that rips from him at your wiggling hints you toward his oncoming release just seconds before his hips still, filling you to the brim.
“Hobi, fu-fuck!” Your whine is met with a choked sound from Yoongi, who can feel the warmth of Hoseok’s cum inside of you. He keens and leans forward, baring down his hips and meanly stroking his thumb against your swollen clit. His movements rock you back against Hoseok’s softening cock and he moans at the onslaught of sensation.
It’s becoming harder to stay aware of all the sensations, your body happy to just float between feelings of pleasure without much thought. Your moans leave you with no coherence as Yoongi’s hips kick up yet another notch; rapidly plowing into your pussy.
“Let me fill up this pussy for you. Make sure you’re nice and stuffed and used up and d-dripping for us-” his voice crescendos into a loud moan, strumming with insistence across your clit.
Your vision blurs as the pleasure crescendos into a peak, ripping through your nerves. A loud whine rips from your raw throat as Yoongi empties inside of you, meeting the gush of your come with his own. Between his load and Hoseok’s you feel full and heavy, pussy sore but satisfied with the treatment of the night.
“Such a good girl,” Yoongi’s voice floats back to you as he rubs at your thighs softly as he pulls his softening cock out of you. The loss of him inside you makes you whine but you don’t have enough energy left to cross your legs and stop it. Namjoon replaces Yoongi’s hands, shoving your knees apart.
Your bared pussy throbs, leaking Yoongi’s cum onto Hoseok’s skin beneath you. Yoongi groans deep with satisfaction as he watches his release drip out of you, sliding down to meet the puddle of Hoseok’s cum underneath you.
“Fuck, I would fill you right back up again if I had the energy.” Yoongi’s chest heaves and Namjoon moans in agreement.
“Joonie-” You gasp as you catch sight of his scrunched brow, the insistent twitch of his cock as his nears his edge again.
“What do you want, baby?” His eyes narrow in on you, likely trying to access the sensitivity you’re feeling. You glow under his attention and squirm against Hoseok’s body.
“Joon, please come on me...” Your bat your lashes and he grunts, tugging at the tip of his cock several times in quick succession before he finally comes. He coats your pussy in a new layer of cum, adding to the glistening white.
Hoseok loosens his embrace and you crumble, all but falling off of his body onto the carpet below. The fabric is surprisingly cool against your heated skin, so you make no real effort to move as you feel the boys move and the gentle sounds of their hushed voices. Hoseok’s hand traces down your spine, forcing you to look his way. His dimple-ridden smile greets you first and you giggle, pouting your lips until he meets you in a kiss.
It’s grounding- just left of magical as he nips at your bottom lip with a sense of genuine love that melts your heart from the inside out.
“Love you, Hobi.” The sentiment slips from between your locked lips and he smiles.
“Hey, I love him too!” Namjoon crowds into your vision as well, placing a hand on Hoseok’s naked waist. They share a dimpled smile and then their own sweet kiss.
Your eyes track Yoongi stalking back to the three of you, boxers back on, with a damp washcloth in his hand. As he gets closer you can see his chest has lost its flush and you smile.
He says nothing as he nudges Hoseok and Namjoon aside to run the washcloth over your messy pussy. Even though the fancy washcloth is made of the softest possible material, the drag of the fibers is still sensitive on your pussy.
“Sorry, baby.” Yoongi soothes you as he takes genuine care to clean you up, making sure that everything is gone. Namjoon pecks Yoongi’s temple as he works, and you can only imagine how messy the washcloth is as Yoongi wipes across your ass.
“Your carpet-” you reach for Namjoon’s arm and trace the line of his bicep. “Sorry about your carpet, Joonie.” He coos and holds your chin between two fingers as he kisses you softly.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll just call a cleaner...” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Definitely not the worst mess to have on this carpet.” Your face flushes in embarrassment despite how messy the whole night was.
Hoseok lets out a hearty laugh and claps Namjoon on the shoulder. “He just means that nothing will be worse than the time he spilled his leftover chicken parm on the floor...there was sauce alllll the way over-”
“Oh, shut up!” Namjoon flushes but his hearty laugh gives away his amusement as you finally find it in yourself to sit up, your muscles stretching out. Two pairs of hands come to steady your form and you smile at the protective feeling that washes over you. Even after a long, strenuous night trapped between them, they make you feel nothing short of worshipped after you’re all spent.
“We gotta stop fucking on the floor,” you groan at the tightness in your neck and Yoongi nods; offering you two hands to get you to your knees. You know that he's immediately going to lead you to the bathroom, and you can’t complain about the amount of love you feel spiraling in your chest.
“You’re right. My poor knees can’t take anymore of this.” Yoongi agrees. You scoff in fake indignation as you travel to the bathroom with him, his arms looped around your naked stomach as he walks behind you as if he’s worried you would spontaneously fall backwards.
“Oh, Yoongi. You’ll never stop getting on your knees, even if Namjoon gets a couch in his office.” He pinches your thigh but stays quiet, agreeing with a sly grin that stays between the two of you.
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7:18 pm || myg
pairing : husband!yoongi x reader
genre : fluff, established relationship
rating : pg-13, sfw
summary : you love your husband's long hair a little too much
word count : 1k
warnings : kissing, tickling and them being adorable :(
author's note : i love love love his hair!!! we all are in such a mess after his new ig post istg! i had to write this fluffy lil thing :(( i wrote this when it was 7:18 pm and the time in the fic is same!! idk how timestamp fics work? but pls it was quick as fuck! so spare me cuz it's straight up fluff with no sense by me!!
mood : still with you
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"Where are you?"
"Y/N?"
You could hear Yoongi call for you from the front door but you were too lazy to give him a reply, snuggled up in your bed with eyes drooping low.
It was a work day but due to your fatigue, your husband had forced you into taking it off and resting. Given, you did nothing the whole day, just got up to eat and excrete.
A few seconds pass by and just before you slip into dreamland, your bedroom door creaks open and soft light filters in while you can make out the silhouette of Yoongi.
The smell of his cologne hits you before you can even see his face clearly in the dim light. You inhale a wave of old spice and citrus and sigh softly. The comfort it brought you was more than your bed was able to give you throughout the day. It was loving, it was familiar, it was home.
"I am home." his croaky, tired voice rings in your ears as you hear him padding towards the bed.
"I know." you mumble with a smile and feel the mattress sink beside you.
It was raining and you could smell the faint traces of earth and water wafting from him and the window left open by you.
You peek open an eye and look at the digital clock on your desk displaying the time, 7:18 pm, the yellow light from the clock being the only source in your room now that your husband has closed the door.
He lifts up the covers and lies down beside you, shifting his tired body towards your form.
"Hey." you greet him, without any reason.
"You slept all day. Lucky." he whines and throws a hand around your waist, pulling you to his chest.
You laugh and make cooing sounds at him, rubbing his spine and snuggling further into his chest. You close your eyes again and revel in his warmth, the warmth from the bed seeming cold in front of him.
You inhale swiftly and that's when you feel the scent of his citrus shampoo get stronger, awakening your senses. Your hand moves on its accord and before you know it, it is resting at the nape of his neck, toying with the strands of his soft hair that you love more than anything else.
"Y/N."
"What? You know I love your hair." you pout at him and he quickly pecks your lips.
A wave of adoration and butterflies washes through you even when he has done it millions of times, even when you have known him for thirteen years, even when you have been with him for six years now, even when it's been three years since you married him.
You instinctively tug at his hair as he lets out a low, satisfied moan at your lips, before you start drawing lazy patterns at the skin of his nape.
"I love you."
"And I love your hair." you quip back with a smug grin as your hand travels further upwards to his scalp, parting his lush locks with your fingers to massage at his tired skin.
"Not me?"
"Mhmm, I'll think about it."
"Brat." and before you know it, his fingers sneak under your shirt and he tickles your waist.
"Oh my god Yoongi, no." you laugh and try to turn on your back but he relents you from doing so swinging his leg over yours and locking your body in place. His tickles travel across your torso and you hit at his hand continuously to stop him.
"Please nooo." you laugh with tears now lining your eyes and wiggle and squirm under his hold.
"Say you love me first." he laughs and your heart skips a beat at his gleeful voice and his gummy smile now on full display, with his hair a beautiful fluffy mess, thanks to you.
"I love youuu, now stop."
He kisses your scrunched up nose and lets you relax, laying back beside you and pulling you flush to his chest. You once again take the opportunity to play with his hair, this time attacking the strands which had stood out during the tickling session.
He purrs with his eyes closed when you softly press at his scalp and entangle your other hand through his hair.
You loved his hair a little too much, an infatuation that led you to hiding any stray scissors around your house. You know he won't ever cut his hair that way, but your heart was scared of the unknown. You had stopped him from going to the salon twice and were already dreading the day he would think of finally trimming his locks.
"Aah don't stop." he groans and your heart flies out to him again.
"Had a rough day?"
"More like tiring."
His closed eyes make you inch towards him and you bop his nose with yours. It's always the same. Being the executive producer of a label company was exciting but tiring and you knew it all too well given he had been at that position for almost the same time as your married life.
You kiss him once, he smiles a little. You kiss him twice, he smiles a little more. You kiss him thrice, his gums peek out. You kiss him for the fourth time and he is laughing heartily. You pat down at his hair and tuck the stray strands of hair away from his face.
"Wanna talk about it?"
He moves in your hold and nudges your forehead with his.
"First, I wanna eat something."
"I am right here and you're whining to eat something else." you pout at him and jut your lips out to kiss him again.
He moves away this time and starts to sit up with his eyes squinted and mouth twisted into a smug pout.
"I want real food, wifey." he mimics your high pitch pout and you lash out at him with your hands tugging him down with his hair, pulling the strands gently but strongly so he tilts his head towards you with a laugh and a little 'ow'. You laugh out loud and sit up, grazing your teeth over his adorably cute nose.
"That was rude of you, hubby."
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the specialist | master page
↳ pairing yoongi, you
↳ genre romance, pretend lovers, angst, eventual smut, office-factory setting
↳ summary when they say opposites attract, it only applies on two magnets with different poles. ever since you’ve met yoongi, your world had known little peace. all you ever wanted was to have a career and yoongi certainly have not made that easy, even if you’re his superior. he’s a machine specialist with a cockiness of a degree holder (of which he had none) and would ridicule you (a degree holder) at every chance he gets. until a certain incident at work might cost yoongi his occupation and you should be happy... but it didn’t feel right
↳ warnings indicated in each chapters
↳ compressed links one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten ongoing
↳ chapters with summary
one | meet, the cocky machine specialist | 2.978 words
if you were to describe a man you would fall for, Yoongi will not be in the list for myriad of reason-- his rude behavior, know-it-all and his many tattoos could easily scratch himself off. for some reason he had always something to say that would tick you off. it is easy to deny someone you openly hate, but what if, just what if...
two | kim taehyung’s orchestrated chaos | 4.399k words
the mere existence of a certain kim taehyung had fueled fire in the production department by whistleblowing a mix-up event, costing millions in plausible damage. kim seokjin, the production department leader is now pressed to solve the issue and the manager is demanding names and answers. you were appointed to lead the investigation and write-up a report. upon understanding the backgrounds of the mix-up, you learned a familiar name was responsible for it, take it a guess? but as you are learning to hate him, you know that you would need him, personally-- more than you care to admit, for your car
three | the cunning arrangement | 5.196k words
while waiting for your car to be out the workshop, you stayed with yoongi for rides to work. while you seemed okay with the arrangements, the same couldn’t be said for yoongi. while spending forced times together, you and yoongi more about each other. you revisited the times yoongi was your supervisor during your intern days and revealed something that would stir something in yoongi. at the same time, the investigation and errata forms had come into conclusion: someone’s about to be fired
four | looming attraction and caste | 2.990k words
being incredibly indebt with yoongi, you tried to help him at work. but as you got closer to him, understanding his way of doing things, the more he feels burdened because you are his boss, you’re so out of his league. but all you see was potential. potential for him to be more than just a specialist; since he was always fighting with engineers, maybe he should be one. he could. you learn that executing things during covid can be draining as hell. education gaps, widened. a call from your mother had you lying about a relationship you didn’t have, to purchase a house you can’t have (yet) unless a condition is fulfilled
five | ambitious one | 5.215k words
how would you convince yoongi to go on with this arrangements when he clearly said he want none of the shenanigans with you? you decided to do things the traditional way, to court him, take him on a date. when on the date, you revealed your (presumed) intention to court him but he vaguely answered stating that dating his superior wouldn’t look right. so he plays hard to get. and you can’t really say you hate a good challenge
six | the trouble with yoongi | 6.829k words
delving deeper into yoongi’s life outside the factory, yoongi prepares for the date only to be deterred by an accident on the weekend job. having to spend the day mostly in the hospital for an injured colleague, the time for the date was reduced so pressed for time, yoongi takes you out on his favourite restaurant where you accidentally bumped into your pregnant cousin, lisa and her husband. you also learned a lot about yoongi’s family and his personal motivation. then it rains, yoongi was drenched and in your house
seven | slow cinnamon summer, your spell is pulling me under | 8.812k words
yoongi had stayed over one night in your bed, in your house. the morning after felt like a small snippet of a slice-of-life romance of a healthy relationship only in reality; it wasn’t. taehyung had return to make your life a nightmare and it didn’t come unnoticed by yoongi and seokjin. a standard operating procedure had you and yoongi your first couple’s quarrel at work. yoongi’s stubborness and your steadfast abiding personality clashes at once. taehyung adds more gasoline into the spark after he revealed he knew yoongi was enrolling into engineering program that you signed him in without him knowing-- which he (and some others) didn’t take well
eight | purple bruises and blue pills | 12.187k words
seeking refuge in your safehouse all bruised and sore from being ganged-up against, yoongi spends another night, treated by you. he reveals that he had been tormented for wanting to be in the engineering program and told you that it was why he was so against it at first. realizing that your actions had caused yoongi a significant pain, you were determined to find the culprits. but yoongi decided against your wishes, citing that it would be too dangerous as it would reveal the relationship you both have. approving yoongi’s sick leave, you told him to stay in your house as he heals. that way he could attend online classes and have his study time, undistracted. yoongi already knew who did those things to him, he arranges a quick revenge with a help from a friend. yoongi reveals his side job before leaving to your family’s manor where sizzling things happen
nine | drafted
ten | tba
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01 | like a loser
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Diaries of a sugar baby
Warnings: Sugar babyness
January 4, 2024
He asked if I wanted coffee but my stomach was churning, a pout slowly formed on my lips as I mulled over the acerbic tang of the company meeting that had occurred hours prior to him picking me up in his toned down black Corvette.
"Meow-yn?"
I blink, thoughts bursting out into fissures of coalescing and scattered particles beyond my eyelids, my gaze wavering to his as he bends down to my eye level.
I flush at the attention as a few teens snicker behind the stupid nickname he had so lovingly given me.
"My name is YN, please." I beg but he merely smirks and carts us off past an alley decorated with nothing but stones and brick and the occasional smell of human pee and into Auntie Anne's hidden izakaya.
As soon as we step through the curtain barred doorway, auntie Anne pops her bandanaed head from the small kitchen, welcoming us with a warm greeting.
"Ara? Ken-chan, the lovebirds are here."
Yoongi waves as his uncle's balding head follows that of his wife's and he grins.
"The VIP treatment coming right up," he signals one of the waiter boys to scramble and prepare the dining room that Yoongi had always taken me to, and when it's finished, we are led into this massive hall which is a huge contrast to the quaintness of the bar below and Yoongi gently pushes me into the wall as the waiter boy's footsteps recede downstairs probably to get our meal ready.
I shudder, my hands gripping at the hem of his Versace coat as the man begins to nip on my collar bone, right hand slowly digging underneath my clothes, into my ribs and reaches my nipples where his fingers lovingly stroke.
"Mm, Yoongi-oppa." I breathe, eyes closed as he withdraws not before pecking my mouth chastely.
We stare at each other for a moment before he smiles, and my heart skips a beat because he has never once smiled like like I hung up the moon for him. "I love you, YN. I am so very much in love with you. "
My breath hitches just as I hear the sound of crisps and smell the sweet scent of meat and Auntie Anne could be heard barking orders to her husband.
I swallow as the man - my man waits patiently, his thumb caressing my ring finger (whether it was intentional or not I would never know until a year later when he proposed to me) - and I sniff.
"I, I meow you too!" I bleat.
Fuck.
"I mean I l-love you too!" I squawk in embarrassment and he laughs and it is the most pleasing sound ever and my thighs rub against themselves and he notices and then he's got this feral glint in his eyes and then he's locking the door and -
Five minutes later, I'm shuddering not from the cold but from utter, absolute, pure pleasure as I let the wetness trickle from between my thighs, Yoongi panting on top of me and hugging me tight.
And then I feel the hardness once more and-
T-the food!
I voice out my concerns, but his seductive grunts keep me distracted and he doesn't answer.
It is only when my sugar daddy turned lover has his eyes rolled back, hair slick with sweat, abs on display and my legs upon his shoulders that I noticed the darkness from outside silently creeping in and Auntie Anne had never once bothered to check on us.
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Slowly, Unintentionally.
Part 1
Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x Nerd!Reader
Summary:
Y/N and Yoongi are two individuals in completely different worlds who collide due to an arranged marriage. What happens when there’s somebody else living with them too?
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It wasn't a conventional type of marriage that you had. You and Yoongi weren't even supposed to marry. He was a celebrity, an idol. While you were the oblivious nerd at school.
You never cared for the crowd or the music. All you knew was that good knowledge would take you anywhere. You were told from a very young age that education was your only constant in life and that you should work hard.
Work hard, you did. You spent days researching and nights revising. You topped your school and entered a university of your choice. Getting a degree was a piece of cake for you, and you topped your university too. Passing with flying colors, you had no difficulty finding a job.
When all others were out partying, you were busy working for your future. And it wasn't that easy being a nerd either. People teased you all the time. Told you that you weren't enough. Pointed out endless times that you were ugly and that no guy would ever like you.
You had no friends and barely left your house unless you had to go to the library or the nearest convenience store. And every night when you cried yourself to sleep, the only thing that ever brought you comfort was the hope that you will someday find someone who will look at you the way your dad does at your mom. With stars in his eyes and love in his gaze.
Your parents are the loving type. They had a love marriage. Being high-school sweethearts, theirs was a love story you would never tire of hearing. Every time you went to your grandma's, you were always asking her to retell the story.
They not only loved each other but also loved you immensely. Being the only daughter, you were their whole world. But sometimes, you thought it would have been better if you were an orphan. Every time you looked at your parents' faces you thought they deserved a better daughter. Those times, you couldn't keep the tears at bay. You would close yourself up in the restroom and cry your heart out.
Oh, you also had social anxiety. The moment you step out into a public space, your head starts spinning. You feel dizziness as your body starts sweating and your hands start shaking. You feel like everyone's eyes are on you, and the walls are caving in.
So, the day you were told that your marriage was arranged to an idol, you weren't sad. You were devastated. When you asked your dad, he explained to you that Yoongi's uncle was a dear friend of his and that he was worried about his sister's son. He was arranging a quick engagement ceremony this weekend, and the week after that, you were getting married to a man you barely knew.
You ran to your ma and cried your heart out in her lap while she lovingly caressed your face and whispered sweet nothings in your ear until you calmed down.
When you met her eyes, she gave you a gentle smile and said,
"Don't worry too much, Y/N. You don't know much about Yoongi. You might want to get to know him better, and since your marriage is just 2 weeks away, you'll have to do that after the marriage.
I know that this is a lot to take in, but I promise that once you settle in, it's going to be a lot easier. Besides, Yoongi isn't too bad. You can expect love in this marriage, but I must warn you not to raise your expectations too high..."
And so, the only two times you saw your husband before marriage was once when he came to meet your dad and you were going to work. The other time was at your engagement party when you were supposed to stand with him the whole night, and honestly, he treated you well.
He behaved like a gentleman. But what worried you was the lack of conversation between you and your soon-to-be husband. He barely spoke a word to you except for the occasional compulsory questions due to the company you had.
The chemistry between you two was not too difficult to notice. The tension was palpable, and the heat was discernible in his eyes. But you spoke no words.
You got married, and it was like no dream you ever had. It was a private ceremony with just your family and close friends, considering your health issue.
It was comforting when your dad held your hand tight. Before you even knew it, you had reached the end of the aisle where Yoongi stood, facing you. He donned one of the many extravagant black suit he possessed and looked like a model.
Not to get you wrong, you did know he had good looks but man... was he damn hot!
Clearing your mind of the thought, You turned to face your dad as he said,
"Y/N, these 24 years passed in the blink of an eye. It feels like your mother showed me her test and excitedly gushed about having a baby and today..." he paused, clearing his throat. He then lifted his hand and surprised you by wiping the tears streaming down your face.
Jeez! I didn't even notice I was crying. Thanks dad.
"Today, my baby is getting married. I know I asked too much of you by this marriage, but trust me. You couldn't have found a better match. Just... Have patience and remember, Everything heals with time..." you nodded and he took a deep breath, caressed your head and leaned down to softly peck your forehead. Inhaling softly, you turned to look at your soon-to-be-husband. Your father walked closer to him and said,
"Take good care of her, my man."
Yoongi muttered a soft "I will."
and bowed his head slightly. Shaking, you placed your hand in his, and he surprised you by holding your hand tight. He turned to face the wedding officiator and you followed him. The officiator was a stout-looking man who wore half-rimmed spectacles and a gentle smile on his face. He eyed the crowed and stated,
"We are gathered today to celebrate the union of Lee Y/N and Min Yoongi. We are all here to support this commitment of love and to share the joy of Y/N and Yoongi as they choose to spend their lives together. On their behalf, I thank you all for your presence here today. Before we start the ceremony, is there any soul present here that objects this union?"
He looked around and after a few seconds, turned to look at you and Yoongi.
"Do you, Min Yoongi, take Lee Y/N to be your wife? Will you love her, comfort and keep her and, forsaking all others remain true to her as long as you both shall live?"
Yoongi turned slightly and looked at you right in the eyes as he boldly said, "I do."
"And Do you, Lee Y/N , take Min Yoongi to be your husband? Will you love him, comfort and keep him and, forsaking all others remain true to him as long as you both shall live? "
You felt Yoongi squeeze your hands and you looked up, catching a glimpse of emotion before his dark orbs before he masked it again. You gave him a soft smile and said,
"I do. "
You exchanged your rings and with both your hands gently clasped by his you both said in harmony, "With this ring, I thee wed, and all my worldly goods I thee endow. In sickness and in health, in poverty or in wealth, till death do us part."
"Then, I now pronounce you man and wife."
It was a wish of yours to have a spring wedding and it did come true that day but little did you know that all your other dreams of a marriage of love were about to be shattered the very night
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You left the place with your husband, but he excused himself. When you asked him why, he replied with an emotionless expression that you had never seen on his face before that he had an urgent meeting to go to.
Frowning, you tried not to dwell on what could be so important that he had to leave on his wedding night when the driver announced your arrival. Stepping down from the car, you tugged your long dress down and thanked the driver before he took his leave. Your things had already been moved to his apartment, which was now yours.
Traditionally, you were supposed to be carried inside the house in your husband's arms.
Shrugging your shoulders, you told yourself, "Well, this is the reality now. You have to accept it, Y/N."
You entered the house and sighed to yourself, deciding that it was time to change your clothes. A warm shower and a clean, comfy change of clothes later, you decided to sleep for a while. You were awoken by the ringing of the doorbell.
"Coming."
You shouted and ran to the entrance to open the door. You were met with the cold, empty expression on your husband's face, and a strong breeze of air that told you he had been drinking.
"Have you been drinking?" You asked.
Ignoring you, he stepped inside and made his way to your bedroom. Feeling low about the way he was treating you already, you followed him. You saw him tug at his tie before moving to the walk-in closet.
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Yoongi's POV
I left the ceremony as soon as possible to escape the suffocating feeling the place was giving me. I reached the hotel and went straight to the room that was my company for countless nights by now. Ordering a drink became two and didn't stop until I couldn't feel the pain anymore.
Her absence became a dull void instead of the gaping wound it had been throughout the day. Without conscious thought, I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was no longer tipsy, and it was midnight. I could think now and I remembered I had a wife waiting for me at our house.
Deciding to go home, I checked out and called my driver. Reaching home, I rang the doorbell twice and was greeted by her in a soft grey hoodie. Y/N's angelic voice reached my ears, and I was once again reminded of her. Doing my best to ignore her, I headed straight to my room and opened the closet to get a fresh change of clothes before heading to the shower.
The sight of her clothes arranged together with mine enraged me. It reopened the wound in my heart, and I could feel the dull ache grow and develop into a pounding pain.
Turning, I located her sitting on our bed and met her hazel-brown eyes. Looking back, I knew that I would regret what I do now but decided to do it anyway.
Collecting her clothes and snatching the hangers from my wardrobe, I walked across the room to place them in her hands and said, "The guest bedroom is across the hallway. You may ask the maid to show you to it. "
I was about to move away when I felt a small fist wrap around mine. Turning back, I saw her standing and looking up. I could see her eyes glossed up as she asked, "Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?"
Frowning, I stared into her eyes, trying to figure out why she thought so. Unable to understand the emotion in her eyes except for the guilt, I sighed.
"No, you didn't. But I'm not up for conversation right now, so just leave me be, we can talk tomorrow."
I felt her remove her grip, but she softly asked again, "Were you drinking and driving?"
Looking at her soft features highlighted by the moonlight streaming into the room, and seeing her eyes so concerned for me, I could feel the walls I had built around myself all these years start to break down.
"Why do you care so much?" I asked softly, and she simply said, "Because you're my husband now."
Her reply reopened the deep wound as I was once again harshly reminded of the fact that this is Y/N and not Her. I realized nobody would ever care so much about me except when they wanted something in return.
Frustrated, I pulled Y/N in by holding her wrist and caged her in between my arms and the wall. Looking into her eyes, I was met with confusion and slight fear as I told her, "Then don't. Please don't care for me just because you have to..."
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Y/N's POV:
I am shocked by his answer, and before I can even think to come up with a coherent answer, he leveled his head with mine and said, "You have come into my life now. But that's it."
I am frozen in my spot as I can feel him move his mouth to my ears as he whispered,
"If you can't get into my bed, you sure as hell can never get into my heart."
I stay in place as he pulls away, smirks at me, and then goes into the bathroom. I somehow come out of my shaken state and leave the room with tears streaming down my face. I could feel the maids staring at me, but I couldn't find it in me to care.
To be continued..
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City of love
Taehyung x reader
Ot7 x reader
Genre: ot7 x reader, taehyung x reader, a bit of fluff and crack relationship establishing, smut smut smut, it's basically porn on words.
Summary: taehyung seems to love getting under the boys skin, when a sudden idea pops in his mind, you have no other option than to submit to those puppy eyes.
Warning: smut??, Like really horny stuff, there's some play with camera( I won't tell you the actual use of it), dom taehyung, sub reader, kind of manipulation, a bit insecurities but taehyung's cuddles are always on the rescue, lot's of bickering and playing around, praising kink, dirty talking and taehyung has a smart mouth.
Sidenote: this was more like a random thought, I was not sure what exactly to expect but hey here are we go.
Word count: 3.6k
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Paris was named the city of love for some reason and it would have been a waste to travel to such a city without your loved one, that was what taehyung had said to convince you into coming along with him to Paris, where he had some work to be done.
You would have said no, knowing just how much the guys would bicker if you decided to go but then taehyung had gave you those lethal weapons of his also known as his puppy eyes which could even rival yeotan and you were left no option but to say yes and yes it had really lead to the guys bickering a lot saying that how this wasn't fair and they weren't going to be able to survive even a day without you and honestly you knew that was kinda true because once you had decided to go on a trip with your friend, not even a day of you gone and the guys had all booked an early flight to where you were.
Inshort the guys were extremely petty when it came to something that had to do with you but that also was a proof of just how much they loved you hence you using your ultimate puppy eyes to make them let you go with taehyung, which happened only after you having to spend a whole week with almost three makeout everyday, the guys were wild when it came to sex so that was expected.
And the moment you landed in Paris the immediate calls and the guys whinning about how much they missed you was also common, it wasn't helping that taehyung had made it his personal mission to send them pictures of you from moments he knew they would be jealous they weren't there to see with you.
"If you keep that up tae, I doubted they would miss the next flight here." You warned taehyung who was currently laying on your lap pouting at you while he sent snap to the guys and you could hear the constant dinging of your phone placed on the night stand, a sigh escaped you knowing how haywire the guys might be going right now.
"Come on honeybuns, it's fun to see them be that way at times." Taehyung tried to manipulate you too, his hands coming to give your shoulder a quick squeeze while he tucked a strand of your stray hair behind your ear, "you know how they are tae. I don't want you guys having any unnecessary fight." You tried to reason with him, fearing the fact that you could break them apart but you knew that was something the boys knew you feared that was the reason why namjoon had to come up with a whole aggreement of how this things between you all was going to work out.
Taehyung knew it, he knew it well that you feared this, he saw how your eyes fell everytime they started to get a little more than aggressive fighting over something concerning you and it made him feel sad too but he knew it in his heart that you were the thing that was holding them together, you had made them come close to each other on a level they never had even as friends, now no matter which part they went, there was a point where they all would always be connected and it was you.
Seeing you worry was one of the thing taehyung hated the most so he did what he was best at, he moved forward engulfing you in a hug. "Don't worry honeybuns, I promise nothing will happen." He tried to assure you and you were more than sure that he meant his words so you didn't had much to worry about, you knew that they were not going to break apart anyday soon and that was the only thing that kept you going, so you let the tension go and hugged taehyung back snuggling your face closer against his bare chest, the warmth rolling of him in waves comforting you even further.
You both stayed that way for a while you both reluctantly pulled away, a smile present on your face on seeing th body grin of taehyung's, he stole a quick kiss from your lips making you fall back on your pillow in the process of it erupting a giggle from you.
Your eyes fixed on taehyung who giggled along side you before he loomed on top of you, "I love you." Taehyung punctuated his each word with a bump of your nose and a stolen kiss making your stomach flip with butterfly making home in there, you pushed him away slightly laughing when his finger brushed against your abdomen, "tae! Stop!" You exclaimed between laughter trying to get him to let your abdomen go, suddenly taehyung stopped like too abruptly and your eyes shoot up to his in confusion, trying to make sense of what happened to him all of a sudden for him to act the way he did. Your found his gaze fixed on a exact spot, so you followed his gaze to find that he was looking at the lamb that was situated on your nightstand, your brows furrowed in confusion as you turned back to taehyung to question him.
"...What are you doing?" You had to change your question when taehyung suddenly shoot forward and started to place his phone leaning against the lamp on your bedside, you watched silently to try find an answer as taehyung set his camera up setting the angle correctly, "are you planning to take pictures?" You questioned him trying to make sense of his behaviour but what you got in response was the usual mischievous grin that had you entirely stiffening, that grin was not safe and you had learnt it through years of experience.
"Taehyung..." Your started in a warning tone when he finally clapped looking satisfied with the setting before his eyes turned to you, "you are gonna be a sweetheart, aren't you?" There were Moments when taehyung felt like the safest person to be around but there were also moments when he made your mouth turn dry, your body shudder, you arms lit up with goosebumps and this was one of those moments, if you feared something the most it was taehyung's duality, it wasn't that taehyung harmed you, you knew he would never do that but there were Moments when his domination had made you feel so small that you had no other option other than to obey.
"Tae I swear if you are planning something stupid again..i am gon.m" he didn't let you finish your threat, his lips coming back on yours to silence yours, "relax love i am not gonna eat you..well if that's what you don't want me to do." Taehyung's voice changed from the regular chirpy child you knew to the slurty tone that you knew from only one place, bedroom. Yup the only place where he would use that tone on you.
And it didn't take a genius to understand what he was planning, "now I am not gonna help you with anything that you are going to use to mess up with the guys." You warned pushing taehyung away to make some distance between you both, his closeness made you dizzy, it was hard to see him so up close and say no to that sexy face but you had to.
Taehyung's best weapon was a pout and when in other mood or rather when in v mode his best weapon was that killer gaze and sexy smile, it unerved you. "You don't have to do anything babygirl just lay back and be a good pillow princess, i will take care of the rest." Taehyung assured you, coming in closer to you and again trying to seduce you with that intoxicating aura of his, you had fallen victim to this act of his a lot of times before so you knew this was all just a trick.
"I said no tae." You glared back at him trying to keep your stand as firm as you could with the man infront of you looking like a total Greek god, and as well as you knew him, taehyung knew you too, so he knew what it took to get you to forget even basic things.his hands had there way of making you lose your mind and how naive it was of you that you didn't pay attention to them when he sneaked his way up to your thighs and inside his shirt which you were wearing.
"I wonder honeybuns if it's really that you don't want me or is it just that you love to play hard to get." Taehyung's voice stopped only for yours to ignite the room when taehyung fingers played around your inner thigh, closing in on your entrance and when he found you distracted by his words he went in for his real target, you wet core, yup and the moment taehyung found out just how wet you were, a twisted grin appeared on his lips. "Perhaps it's the later one just look how wet you are for me." Taehyung drawled pulling out his fingers and showing it to you before his eyes turned towards the camera, you watched with laboured breathe and clenched teeth as he put his wet fingers in his mouth sucking on it with an appreciative hum.
You could feel your face heat up with embarrassment, he was literally making a porn video and you were what? his muse?, You wanted to choke hum and at the same time wanted him to ravage you. It was frustrating that you wanted him to actually do it and you weren't going to lie to yourself atleast the fact that you knew this was going to the other guys and you could already think of their reaction it made your toes curl.
"So babygirl are you ready?" Taehyung's question drew you out from your train of thoughts, you narrowed your eyes at him ready to fight him that was until his large hand got splayed on your thigh again, your mouth clamped shut knowing what would happen the moment a word leaves your mouth, "you are an asshole." You hissed at him trying to act angry when taehyung laughed closing in on you, his hands came on either side of you as started to lean away from him. "Your asshole baby." He whispered against your lips, his lips bumping against yours while his fingers slowly undid your shirt buttons, he took his sweet time and you knew why, because this was going to be more of a torture for the guys than it is for him.
"I didn't agree on this. I hope I don't get caught in this cross fire of you guys." You said the words intentionally so that the guys would know that it wasn't your plan, because lord help you if they did think you had something in this, woah the punishment would be surely not something you would personally wanna sign up for, afterall why would you want to be tied up to one of their beds while they all edged you but never let you get your release no matter how bad you begged, they never did let you do that. It had only happened once and you never want that ever again.
"Ofcourse baby." Taehyung's sing song voice against your ear was making you go crazy the way he kept humming a familiar tune as he placed kissed on the shell of your ear then bit on the earlobe followed by him tugging it to hear you mewl as your hands fisted in his hairs. "Fuck taehyung." You moaned when taehyung's lips connected to the skin where your neck joined your jaw, taehyung hummed approvingly unintentionally sending vibrations straight to your core making you stifle out a moan.
"That's it baby, be loud for me." Taehyung's encouragement were paired by his hand traveling down and giving your breast a quick squeeze meanwhile he nudged your legs apart using his knee, a moan escaped you when he pinched your nipple using his thumb and index finger. "Such a good girl." He praised nuzzling his nose against your throat while his hand moved down in between your thighs, a finger of his coming to circle around the lips of your core, your back arched when taehyung's mouth closed around your right breast.
Your mouth falling agape in a silent scream, meanwhile his fingers rubbed circle on your clit, "taehyung please." You whined knowing exactly well that he was torturing you intentionally, you need his fingers inside you not on your wall but he was playing around, your pleading only got you a tug of your nipple in between his teeth that made you gasp while your hand tangled in his hair pulling on it to keep your from gravitating. "Please what love?" You could hear the mocking in his tone, his movement on your clit only becoming even more tortures as he went in to busy his mouth with your other breast.
Tears of frustration were starting to prick at the corner of your eyes while you tried to piece your thoughts together and make out a proper sentence, "i need you inside me tae please." You whimpered when your words ended only for taehyung's finger to finally sink in deep inside you making you elicit a moan, your entire body arching at the filling. His thrusts were slow and deliberate like he was trying to just keep you on the edge but not give you what you want.
Taehyung's fingers kept up there work meanwhile his thumb rubbed circle on your clit, you could feel the tension building, the knot forming and just when you clenched on his fingers taehyung pulled away all too sudden making you cry out in frustration, "you didn't ask for permission babygirl, that's not very good girl like." The words did nothing other than making you feel enraged, your eyes shoot open and you looked at taehyung with fire burning in your eyes, all you got in response was a series of sarcastic laughter.
"Fuck you." You spat venomously glaring daggers at the man as he removed his trousers before coming to hover on top of you again only for you to push him but he didn't even bulged because of your push, "come on honeybuns I can't fuck you if you push me away." You honestly hated that smart mouth of his so much, not wanting to hear even another word leaving that extremely chatty mouth of his, you pulled him in for a kiss as you felt his length pressed against your folds in that process your legs automatically going to lock around his hips, a groan leaving his lips when you grinded against his length.
"I will let you come this time." Taehyung's sass was so hard to handle when having sex that you sometimes considered taping his mouth but whatever you said you loved him and maybe a little too much to let him not run that mouth of his.
"If you don't i will do it." You retort back earning a happy laugh from him as he pulled away to situate his cock against your entrance again teasing you by running the head of his cock against your folds making you grip onto the bed sheet while your back arched, you gritted your teeth to hold back yourself from retorting and that might have impressed taehyung because he finally gave in to your request, pushing in the tip of his cock, the stretch was welcoming but you knew how thick he was and no matter how regularly you had sex it was always hard to fit him inside you.
"Your ready?" Taehyung whispered to you as he came in face level with you again, your heart jumped knowing this was him making sure that you were okay, taehyung knew parts of you even you tried to hide from yourself and it was what always came in handy now wasn't any different.
You nodded your head keeping your gaze locked with his and he slowly pushed inside of you, both of you moaning as he filled you, "That's like my good girl." Taehyung whispered praises against your lips, his forehead pressed against yours, his one hand entangled with yours meanwhile the other was holding him up.
"Is it okay now babygirl?" The question he asks in such a low voice and soothing tone that for a moment you forget what you both were even talking about but then you remember what he was talking about you nod out a yes and he starts to move, his motion starts out slow but that's something you don't like so you wrap your legs once again over his hips pulling him closer and the new position Letting him hit more perfect places inside you, "faster." That single words is enough for taehyung to change his slow loving thrust into hard and fast jamming as you squeak out moan and screams with him. Both of you racing to reach your own finish line as you concentrate on each other's faces.
It doesn't take long before the frustration taehyung caused you earlier is washed over by your release as black spots dance in your vision and soon after you taehyung thrusts a few more high jams and then he release his hot seed inside you, coating your walls with his sperms.
"Imagine how fantastic it would be if you ended up conceiving." Taehyung jokes as he lied down beside you thoroughly spent just like you as you both laugh at his jokes and talk about endless things before sleep consumes you.
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The next morning you are rudely awoken by the constant dinging of your phone and you are about to curse whoever it is except you see the chats that line up your notification. All from one particular group of yours and there are about hundreds of miss call from each of them as the only thought that fills your mind is that shit is gonna get really shitty.
With trembling hands you finally dare to open the chats to find that taehyung sent them the video and you somehow find the next chats quite conflicting, you didn't knew if you should be laughing at the chats or should be worried.
Jin: yah! what are you thinking you are doing??
Jk: hyung i never expected you would go to such extents
Yoongi: taehyung you bring her back by tomorrow or you would not like the consequences of it.
Joon: guys calm down
Jimin: you want us to calm down hyung?! Did you not see the video?! I got a boner the very moment I opened that video. My soulmate is such a bitch, fuck you tae!
Hoseok: do you even know how embarassing it was for me to hide a boner in a fucking meeting???
Jin: and Joon is asking us to calm down, how funny!
Joon: hey! i just don't want to worry sweetbeans, beside I had it worse than you all.
Jk: :- | hyung this ain't a competition, but if we are counting what does getting caught while trying to get off on that would count as?
Jimin: and he says it's not a competition.
Yoongi: i walked in on jungkook beating his meat to that video.
Jin: ohhhh now I know why there were so much noise downstairs.
Hoseok: pictures or it never happened yoongi hyung ; )
Joon: I didn't know what that video was and played it in the middle of a meeting, full sound no headphone. Now who wants to say anything?
Jimin: oh my god hyung hahaha that's so typical you.
Yoongi: don't worry Joon there's always been rumours about you watching porn, you just confirmed that.
Jin: how fun it would have been to have a recording of that.
Jimin: speaking of recordings, what are doing about traitor?
Jk: simple we wait and plan.
Hoseok: I have a better plan guys.
Yoongi: not again
Jimin: preach
Jin: if I get to see taehyung suffer just the way he made us, i am in.
Your blood ran dry seeing the way they all ended the chats, great now you were fucked up and in the middle of a crossfire, you needed to do something before you became the ultimate victim of their civil, bangtan civil war now that sounds weird.
Your eyes roamed around the hotel room looking for taehyung but when you found no traces of him, you decided to get off the bed and go check for him. Not even a single step forward and you found yourself hissing mentally cursing taehyung for that extra round. The cold air hitting your body made a chill run down your spine, the thought of how that video was gonna remain forever making you shudder. A blush coating your face at the idea that it could actually be used more than once.
You pushed the embarrassment down along with yours hands dipping down to pick up the discarded shirt from last night, and slipping it on your body, your hands trembled when you started to button it up, the memory of taehyung's ghosting fingers again igniting a chill in your body, you didn't had much time to think about them when you heard the door opening signalling you that taehyung had came back.
You didn't look back a little mad at taehyung for the whole stunt he pulled last night, focusing on buttoning up the shirt. "Hi darling." Your fingers halted when those melodious words entered your ear, you quickly turned around to come in face to face with the other six of your boyfriend, a sudden itching rising in your throat.
"Guys I can explain."
They all raised an eyebrow at you words giving you the most Cheshire devilish grin you had ever seen on there faces. "You think you can love?"
Well no oh shit.
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There's something wrong with Manager Kim YN Part 26
I'm so fucked up
YN took a deep breath, unsure how he was going to take this.
"I made contact with Ari's dad, three years ago. I'd landed in LA and had been feeling sick. I got tested and found out I was pregnant. I messaged him to tell him, but he said that he didn't want kids and didn't care what I did with it."
"Who is it, do I know him?" Jin asked standing up.
"We're not here to judge you YN. Just support you."
YN inhaled deeply. "If you hadn't come over it would have been even harder. But then Jackson had his world tour and it seemed a perfect excuse to live in a bubble for a little bit longer. But now, there's no avoiding it."
Jin held the bridge of his nose, looking up at the ceiling. "It's Yoongi isn't it?"
The words he knew, but dreaded to say out loud came true.
"Then you told me he has some on off girlfriend, the same woman I was sent to him because of, and he still went back to her," she scoffed in disgust.
"Even so, I can't believe he doesn't want to be a part of your lives," Jackson couldn't quite believe it.
Jin was picking up his jacket silently to leave when YN grabbed his arm.
"Seokjin don't do anything. Please," she saw the locked jaw and grew concerned. "Let me handle it."
Jin sighed deeply, "I ought to kick him out the fucking group, and then run him over and then back over him for good measure. Then rip him limb for limb."
"I'll get the shovel," Uncle Kim proclaimed.
"And I'm reporting for limb ripping," Jackson raised his hand.
"No one will be doing anything. No shovels, or breaking limbs," she warned them all, trying to not wake up the sleeping child next door.
"Fine," sulked Jin, "but if he provokes me then it's not my fault," he warned pulling on his jacket. "I need to go think."
"Seokjin! You don't have to leave to go think," YN called back to him but he wasn't listening.
"I think he um, took it well?" she looked at Jackson nervously.
"Damn, hyung, he just needs some time to adjust," Jackson pulled her back, "Truthfully I think I need some time to let it sink in too."
"Do I need to give you space too?" she asked sarcastically.
"A whiskey will do for now," he said pointing at the bottle on the table. "I'm sorry that you had to keep this to yourself for so long."
**
Yoongi woke early, unable to sleep. His time keeping had become atrocious but he was going to try.
"Hey man," he smiled fist bumping Hobi and Jimin. "You okay?" Jimin asked, as Namjoon drank his coffee and they waited to go up for some recording sessions.
"Yeah, fine."
Jimin nodded, "That's good man. Just cause YN is back, we hope you and her can be civil." He waved off behind Yoongi.
"Hi!" he giggled in a kiddie voice. "I'll catch you in a minute bro," he dashed over to where YN and Jungkook were standing talking. His vision was soon filled with the little girl he caught a glimpse of yesterday.
Yoongi smiled, she was dressed cutely, like a little lady as she squealed in excitement as the boys were playing hide and seek with her.
"Whose that?" Yoongi asked.
"That's YN's kid. So cute she is, look at em, she looks just like her," Hobi looked over at them.
"Her husband not with her?" he looked to Hobi, who shrugged his shoulders. "Jackson? She never told us if they were together, and we never asked. We didn't want to assume anything, or be rude. It must be Jackson right?" he spotted him arriving holding a child's bag.
"The two of them are pretty close, actually when you look at her, she looks a bit like him if you squint," Hobi waved to YN, "C'mon let's go say hi."
Yoongi stood hesitantly by himself, looking over at them, but his feet were already walking towards them.
"Hey," he said to the group.
"Hey Hyung," Jungkook smiled back.
"Am I your favourite now?" Jungkook asked.
Ari giggled, "no silly," as he pouted which made her laugh even more.
YN laughed nervously, as an oblivious Jungkook continued teasing Ari.
"Hey guys, who's this?" Yoongi finally smiled, lowering his mask.
YN caught Jackson's jaw tense up briefly. She looked at him, and they exchanged silent glances with each other.
"This is Ari. My daughter?" she looked a little confused.
What a dick. Here he was acting like he had no clue who she was.
"Hi, I'm Yoongi."
He shook her little hand. He noticed the bright hues of hazel in her eyes, the clearest eyes. Eyes that looked just like YN. She was definitely YN's daughter, her skin was a light tan, akin to his ex-wife.
"Hi," she said shyly, still staring at the man.
"Hey there Princess," Yoongi spoke with care.
YN wasn't happy with this little exchange, but didn't know what to say.
"Jackson, it's been a while," he reached out his hand politely to Jackson, who was caught off guard and could only nodd and shake it back. "How are you?"
He looked back at YN, suddenly it was like no one else was in the room.
"This is both yours daughter?" He asked a little surprised at his own question. He shouldn't have asked it, but somewhere deep down, somehow he hoped he was wrong.
"She's my princess," Jackson replied "Ain't you princess?" he gave her a snuggle and kiss.
Uncle Kim appeared, "The car is ready."
YN zipped Ari's coat up.
"Let's go Mama." Ari held out her arms to YN.
"Mama's coming sweetie, I just need a word with Yoongi here."
"Yoogha come too," Ari reached out to Yoongi demanding he pick her up.
Yoongi reached out but was cut off by YN who ushered her towards Jackson.
She waited for everyone to leave, snapping her head back.
"What the hell are you fucking playing at?" she growled quietly, pushing his chest with a finger.
Yoongi took a step back holding onto her wrist, in shock. "Woah woah what the hell did I do?"
"You know exactly what you didn't do. And then you come walking over like everything is fine? Do us a favour, keep away from me and my daughter. Only speak to me if it's about work."
"No I won't keep away from you. I ain't going no where Mrs Min."
YN took a moment to realise what he had called her. "I'm not your wife anymore."
She looked at him sad, as the shock of what he had spoken made him freeze and let go of her hand. Watching her storm off leaving him standing.
What the hell just happened?
What am I supposed to have done?
Why was Jackson being defensive with me? We got on well..there must have been a misunderstanding or something..
And why the fuck did I call her wife?
God I'm so fucked up.
Puzzled, he caught sight of her give him a disappointed look as she finally got into the car.
She didn't reply back.
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