Weird Little Yoongi Drabble/mini Fic Thing

weird little Yoongi Drabble/mini fic thing

the final chapter of RIOH is kicking my ass rn so take this 😀

warning: not a lot tbh, mentions of children/babies, yoongi being a silly-billy, kinda a lil bit angsty.

Y/F/I - your first initial

She continues to fiddle with the necklace around her neck, back against the headboard as she waits for her lover to finish his long-awaited shower. The charm holds the initial of said lover, a 'Y' proudly displayed over her (well, his) shirt.

He'd given it to her for HIS birthday, saying that the best gift was knowing that she was his and he was hers. Weirdly enough, she had bought him his own chain, minus her initial. That was soon taken care of, a proud 'Y/F/I' dangling from the chain and onto his chest.

As a gift this year, she decided to buy a new charm for each of their necklaces, to represent the new addition to their growing family, the present sitting on the nightstand on her left.

She's nervous, hoping he likes it. Praying that he likes it.

The sound of the running water stops. The sound of his wet footsteps on the tile starts.

Her heart starts to beat out of her chest.

A yawn escapes Yoongi's mouth.

He arrives in the room, shaking his shaggy black hair around like a dog while he looks for his sleep clothes. He sends a gummy smile her way, keeping his torso bare and displaying the chain.

Soon, he's crawling into the bed beside her. She holds out her hand, stopping him from laying down fully, making sure not to reveal her nerves.

"There's something I need to tell you." His face goes blank, eyes remaining steady as he slowly nods at her to continue. She sighs, reaching to the side to grab the unassuming box that he hadn't even noticed. The box is a plain black, no sign of a jewellery brand or inscription. She slowly opens it, showing him the two tiny charms in the shape of a 'B.'

His stomach drops. His heart feels like it's fallen out of his ass. His face is expressionless, eyes stuck on the two identical letters.

"It's for the expansion to our family." She tries to explain, worried at his silence.

"I'm going on tour in three weeks, and you drop this on me now?" His voice is deep, anger poking through. Her brow furrows. She knew he might be a little mad that she didn't tell him sooner or ask him beforehand, but it was more for her than it was for him anyway.

"You going away on tour is the reason I'm getting him now." His brow furrows, scooting away from her as his mind races. What? Did she purposefully wait until he would be going away?

"You planned this?!"

"Of course I did!"

"How dare you! This is something we should be doing together!" He's gotten out of the bed, pacing up and down the bedroom, desperately avoiding her worried eyes.

"Yoongi! Calm down! I'm sorry that you didn't get to help me pick him, but I fell in love with him and couldn't help it." She tries to get up and stop him, but he avoids her arm.

"Pick him? Couldn't help it?! This is somebody's life, Y/N!" He shouts, stomping his foot. His eyes glaze over, shaking his head at the woman he loves.

"Why are you acting like this? It's just a dog!" His entire mood disappears. He stops, looking at her. She looks at him, brow furrowed in confusion, half out of the bed.

"A dog?" His voice is quiet, looking at the little charms, sitting on the end of the bed.

"Yeah, his name is Bear, hence the B. What did you think it was for?" She leans forward, resting her hand on his arm and slowly rubbing up and down. She tries to get a better look at his face.

"A baby. B for baby." He sounds ashamed when he mutters his answer after a few seconds of pregnant silence.

"I wanted a dog, to keep me company while you're gone. I fell in love with Bear, so I adopted him. We pick him up tomorrow. I thought you didn't want kids?"

"I didn't. I don't. I'm not sure. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too."

"So, can I see him?"

"Sure. But first, the dreaded baby talk."

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why did no-one tell me how hard it is to write smut. i keep cringing. why do i find the word cock funny. why does ‘Namjoon’ keep autocorrecting to banjo. my head hurts.

anyways, there should be a new update in a couple of days! kiss kiss

since my (un)official wife @yoongsisbae decided to bless my weekend, i’m doing the same.

here he is. The Boy. 🧍

every single fic you write….. you find another way to make me fall in love. starting off the day with some namjoon smut? not mad at it 😳

T H E T A K E O V E R - Chapter 1 (A BTS FF Apocalypse AU)

The recruits of Bangtan Academy were trained to be super soldiers, to be the strongest, fastest, most cunning fighters in the world, now they are being put to the test! You were at the bottom of your class, but you noticed the cracks in the system first, what are you going to do? Run or try to save the world?

BTS Apocalypse Dystopian Invasion AU. Mystery Thriller. BTS member(s?) x reader / Namjoon x reader this chapter

Smut. PWsomeP for now, cause it gets crazy fast yall.

Warnings: military, guns, rough sex, public sex, exhibitionism, oral sex, role-play, overstimulation, breeding kink, size kink? strength kink? idk what kind of kink it is tbh but it’s kinky lol, someone smarter than me feel free to name them for me, y/n is kind of a masochist.

Word count: 3.2k

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In the back of the military compound there was Bangtan Academy, home to the country’s best and brightest. That’s what your drill instructor kept telling you at least. You didn’t feel like the brightest, but you guessed even among the best of the best, there had to be someone at the bottom. That person was you.

You didn’t care, you could still hold your own with the other recruits in your class, and you never said no to a challenge, even if you were on a 134 losing streak, because Bangtan Academy was all that you knew. You couldn’t remember a time in your life when you didn’t walk the iron halls, run laps around the military base’s field, or train day in and day out to become a top soldier.

So you knew every inch of The Academy like the back of your hand, and you knew all the places you could go where your drill instructor couldn’t bother you. That’s why you were on top of The Academy’s roof, sitting next to your classmate Namjoon.

Namjoon was everything you wished you were; savvy, book smart, strong, funny, popular. He was also second in your class. The rising star of your class, Namjoon was too smart for his own good, finding studying lessons he already understood boring, so you could always count on him to keep you company.

“Do you think they will snitch?” Namjoon gestures to the military guards at the South watch tower, who have a perfect view of you.

“Nah, that one guy looks like he’s more interested in his phone than busting a couple of recruits,” you smile, winking.

“Well,” Namjoon pushes your shoulder down so you’re lying on the concrete, rolling his body on top of yours, “Why don’t we give them a show?” He raises his eyebrows, sending you a dimpled smirk before pressing his lips to yours.

Namjoon was your friend, but he was also incredibly hot, and a huge hornball, and Bangtan Academy had a definite lack of female recruits. Many times, you were one of two females in a room full of men, and sometimes you were the only female there. So when whatever this new caveat to your relationship started with Namjoon, you figured it was out of convenience.

Even if you were stuck in a sea of testosterone, to your dismay most of the male recruits left you alone, no one wanted to fraternize with the lowest rank in their class. So of course you let Namjoon fuck you, no one else would! You and your friend had at least one thing in common, a very high sex drive.

You roll your hips up, suppressing a moan because you can already feel how hard Namjoon is between your legs, while he nibbles on the sensitive skin behind your ear. “Don’t leave any marks,” you mumble, “Drill Sergeant will kill me.” You shake Namjoon’s shoulders to get his attention.

God, why is he so built? All the recruits were in top physical condition, but your friend was something else entirely, tall and sturdy and full of muscle. You intended to push him away, but one feel of his hard muscles under your fingertips had you pulling him closer to you instead, earning a quiet chuckle from Namjoon against your neck as he ran his tongue along your skin.

Namjoon yanks your shirt up, exposing your bra. His arms snake around your waist, reaching for the clasp. “Don’t break this one this time, I’m running out of excuses,” you warn him.

Namjoon hums against your collarbone. He was always so rough, rougher than he probably intended, your friend really didn’t understand his own strength. But you liked it, years of combat training made your pain tolerance high.

He pushes your loose bra up too now, exposing your bare chest to him, and starts to undo the buttons of your pants, hovering over you with lust filled eyes, studying the curves of your body, lips curved up as he silently watches how you twitch and shake under his fingertips. Watching him watch you made your stomach tighten and the center between your legs ache with need.

Has dark eyes traveled the expanse of your skin like he was imagining all the steps he was going to take to conquer your body. Your friend was always planning, always one step ahead.

Setting his plan into action, he drops his body onto yours again, teeth and tongue grazing all over your exposed skin, his hands making quick work at pulling off your pants and underwear.

“We shouldn’t be doing this out in the open, what if someone finds us?” Your warnings are half-hearted and unconvincing. You whisper the words playfully, your half naked body only wrapping around his tighter.

“I don’t think anyone is willing to have that conversation with your dad,” he says playfully. Oh that’s right, you were the school’s Head Commander’s daughter. Your parents separated when you were too young to remember and you’ve stayed at Bangtan Academy ever since. The cold isolated hallways were the only home you remembered, like the cold isolated man you called your father was the only family you had there for you.

You did visit your mother any chance you got, starved for her warmth, even if it was mostly directed at your step father and step siblings, even if she always looked at you with a mixture of sadness and uneasiness when you visited, she was always kind, kinder to you than your father.

“Can we not bring him up right now?” You tense under Namjoon, annoyed.

“Sorry, sorry,” he distracts you with kisses, hands pulling your legs back around him as he presses down into you. The distraction works, you warm up with Namjoon’s hard heavy body on yours. Your fingers run through the soft hairs on the back of his head, enjoying the tiny prickles they leave on the tips of your fingers.

Namjoon goes back to his mission at hand: making you scream his name. He trails kisses down your stomach, spreading your legs wider with his large hands so he can kiss the inside of your thighs. Your back arches from his soft touches, you’re used to roughness, pain, not this. This kind of touch makes your heart burst and the tips of your toes tingle.

His arms lock around your legs, pulling you down to his mouth. You feel his tongue, slippery and powerful, entering you, poking into your slit. It feels so good, you feel filled without any stretch or pain. He massages your inside walls with the wet muscle, making your toes curl against his back, Namjoon really is good at everything. You clench around his tongue, and he licks up and down your folds, drinking in your pleasure, tongue darting rapidly over your clit until you’re a shaking mess, and then he does it all over again.

When you look down, the sight is devastatingly erotic. His face buried deep in between your legs, but his eyes, dark and filled with lust never leaving your face. You shudder, bite you lip trying to silence yourself, but a soft moan escapes only spurring him on. His grip on you tightens, and he darts his tongue over you in the same way until you’re moaning louder.

You make the mistake of looking back at the watchtower, curiosity getting the better of you, and you see the two soldiers, binoculars pointed right at you. Oh shit.

“Namjoon, they’re watching!” you hiss, words broken by the moans he pulls out of you. Namjoon responds by pushing his face into you more. You let your head fall back. He’s not going to stop, and you don’t want him to. The soldiers already know you noticed them, so you turn your gaze back on them, you see the bulges in their pants, and your lips curl into a smirk. One of them adjusts himself, palming himself over his pants. You run your tongue over your teeth and wiggle your fingers in their direction.

Namjoon watches your display for the other soldiers, watches as you shamelessly push your elbows back instead of covering your naked chest, it made his dick throb in his pants, and as hot as he found you, he felt a pang of jealousy course through him too.

Namjoon brings your attention back on him, placing his lips around your sensitive hood and sucking hard. The abrupt sensation makes your legs shake as you yelp in pleasure and pain, your fingers digging into his muscled shoulders.

“Joon!” you moan. ‘That’s right,’ Namjoon thinks, it's his name that you’re moaning. His name leaving your pretty lips as he pushes two fingers into you, pumping them in and out while his tongue runs harsh licks into you. Your body shakes for him, your orgasm is his doing. Your frame tightens around his shoulders, every muscle in your body seizing in pleasure. You’re his.

He doesn’t pull away from you, even when you start to cry in overstimulation, even when your legs kick hard at his back, and your nails dig into his skin. Not until his lungs burn for air, only then he finally lets you go, heaving for breath.

Your body buzzes, you shake as electric currents of lingering pleasure pulse from your core and throughout your body. You lie there and you can only look up at the bright afternoon sky in a daze.

“Wow,” you laugh. Namjoon breaks into a bright smile, chin still slick from your essence, beaming down at you with pride. How can he be so achingly hot yet cute? You push away thoughts that have you imagining him as more than a friend, more than a quick fuck. The idea that someone like Namjoon would ever see you as a serious partner wasn’t a thought you entertained, it hurt too much to think of him rejecting your heart.

You do know he won’t reject you when it comes to this. You grab the front of his shirt, pull him down, and kiss him hard. Why is he still wearing clothes? You whine wordlessly into his mouth, tugging his shirt up. Namjoon gets the idea, hastily pulling it over his head. You can’t help but stare at the way his muscles jump as he flexes. You want to admire him more, but you know he’d probably tease you later on for it, so you work on unbuckling his belt.

You run your hand up and down his length, hard and big just like the rest of him. His lips cover yours again and you pant into each other's mouths. For now, you accept how much he wants you physically as enough.

Namjoon grabs your leg and pushes your calf to your shoulder, you wince at the stretch, still sore from yesterday’s combat training, and then he thrusts into you all at once, so hard and fast you have to cover your mouth to silence your screams. Namjoon is usually enthusiastic, but not like this. You wonder if he’s performing for your secret audience too.

You let Namjoon bend and use your body how he wanted, you’d let him do wherever the fuck he wanted to you after that mind-blowing orgasm, but he was simple in his desires, his hips pounding into you at a steady rhythm.

Your eyes wander to the South and he grabs your chin, keeping you to him, “Look at me, don’t look at them, are they fucking you or am I?”

You bite your lip, staring into his eyes, “You are fucking me, so good.”

He licks his lips and starts giving it to you harder, holding you down by the ankle. In front of teachers, your Namjoon was always calm and collected, working through different strategies until finally choosing the best option, taking his time with the simplest of tasks to ensure he had the best means of action. With you, he was feral. He and you didn’t have the luxury of time, so he let his urges control him instead.

He grabs your wrists with his free hand, holding them above your head. He places all his weight on you, and it’s a lot, you feel trapped against Namjoon’s hard frame. You rarely ever feel this way. You know a hundred different ways to escape a situation, but the way Namjoon has you, bent in a position that’s most pleasurable for him, there’s no escaping his brute strength filling you up completely.

It feels wrong to like it so much, the way he holds you down, slamming into you with wild abandonment. “You can’t cum inside me,” you moan.

“Why, you don’t want my babies?” He teases. He rolls his hips into you deep, and you tighten around him in response.

“You c-can’t...” you moan. This was part of one of Namjoon’s latest fantasies that you liked to play along, you and him both knew all the female recruits were required to take birth control.

“But you would look so good pregnant,” he groans, gazing down at the curves of your body, “with my child.” He ends the sentence with a harsh thrust. You throw your head back, letting your moans escape you freely.

You liked the sound of that too, enjoying the fantasy maybe a little too much. You thought about what having a family with Namjoon would look like, a cozy home with him and someone to give your love to. Finally you could have a real family. Maybe...maybe if you weren’t soldiers, maybe if he had feelings for you, maybe...

Your fingers graze the back of his hand, clinging onto this touch, and he releases your wrists and moves to intertwine your fingers with his instead, your leg pressing firmly against his shoulder, the new angle making you dizzy with pleasure.

“N-not inside, you c-cant.” You’re a horrible actress, gripping his hands tighter as he pounds into you.

“You don’t want it?” All you can do is moan. “Hmm? You don’t want me, baby?”

He speeds up, and you wonder how many bruises you’ll end up with this time, how many marks Namjoon will leave on your body, reminding you of the briefest moments when he was all yours. “I want-” you bite your lip as the whisper leaves your mouth in a moan.

“What do you want?” Namjoon brings your intertwined hands to his lips, “Say it.” I want you, you big dumb idiot. You can barely concentrate on anything other than the feeling of his length buried deep inside you.

“I want your cum...” The way he pistons in you has you seeing stars in the bright blue sky. “...please.”

“Fuuck,” he groans, his deep voice sending you closer and closer to the edge again. You can feel he’s close, the way his length hardens inside you, so you give him exactly what he wants.

“P-please, Namjoon, please,” you chant into his chest, leaving opened mouth kisses over his defined chest, tongue rolling over his nipple. He loves it when you beg for him, and he loves it when you do that. His hips stutter against you.

“Then take it, baby,” he moans. He stills against you, filling you up so much it starts to hurt. He finally rolls off you, using his shirt as a blanket to cover you. You hear faint whistling in the distance. You turn your head, giggling at him as he catches his breath. He laughs back.

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Training today wouldn’t be so bad if you weren’t so sore from your secret rendezvous with your friend, but you guess it could be worse, you could be practicing running, but today your class was in the gymnasium pool.

You were running a series of drills in swimming, diving, and holding your breath underwater. You were grateful the swimming suit the academy provided you with was unisex, swimming trunks with an athletic shirt were given to both men and women, hiding the evidence Namjoon lefts all over your thighs. You catch his eyes above the heads of the other recruits, and his eyes crinkle in a smile. Your face burns remembering his body on top of yours and you quickly look away. You didn't see the way his eyes dimmed, hurt by your actions, but Namjoon was used to your aloofness.

Diving was your favorite, because you could hold your breath longer than almost all the other recruits. You never broke The Academy's record, held by a one Park Jimin, fourth in your class, but you came very close one time!

You’re currently staring at his delicate features under water, determined to beat his time. He sits cross legged at the bottom of the pool, eyes closed, paying you no attention. You have a tight hold on clasp at the bottom of the pool that keeps you grounded, counting down the seconds you can swim for air. Every other cadet has already given up. But not you. You look up the waters surface. Usually you can see the outlines of your other classmates, but this time you don’t.

‘That’s odd...’ you think. You would signal for Jimin, but he looks intent on paying you no attention, so you swim over to him instead, using up precious energy. You lightly tap him on the shoulder and point up, he gives you a confused look.

Looks like you will just have to beat him next time, too bad it couldn’t have been today. You kick off the bottom of the pool. You break the surface of the water with Jimin right behind you. “What was that about?” He seems a little annoyed at you, but you’re paying him no attention. Your entire class is standing in a row at the windows, even your instructor. You hear the loud whining of a helicopter outside, it sounds close. You and Jimin exchange looks.

You and Jimin make your way out of the pool to join them. You cover yourself in a towel, shivering as you watch the strange sight.

Military aircraft after military aircraft land in the grassy plains surrounding your school. Large booming noises signal their approach as they land. Helicopters and their whirling turbines chop through the sky.

And then soldier after soldier descends out of the cabins, dressed from head to toe in black and carrying large weapons. The soldiers fill the compound, and then start advancing to your school.

What the hell? You look for Namjoon, but you don’t see him anywhere.

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I always have a writing plan, and then Mr. Kim Namjoon posts a selfie and always destroys that for me lol. This is all his fault! Don't blame me! Anyways, enjoy this opening to my newest story, how did you like it? <3

that time kim taehyung walked his way into everyone's hearts (again)

Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - Four

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Description: You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

Warnings: this is just a cute filler chapter, some cute boyxboy bts moments, don’t read (or interact with my profile) if you’re homophobic.

sorry for the itty bitty filler chapter! the smut chapter is kicking my ass rn 😀

The older boy tucks his head further into the blue-haired boy's chest, a serene smile taking over his features. Their arms are wrapped around one another, their legs intertwined. Jimin keeps his head over Taehyung's heart, his own chest rising in alternating beats to Taehyung's.

They're both fast asleep, knocked out from the day's activities, their full bellies the alcohol they had been consuming throughout the day and the sun that had been beating down. The older one had been feeling drowsy practically all day, and the added wine and stomach full of good food had just expedited the process.

Taehyung, however, was the opposite. He had been awake and giddy all day, only calming down to go to sleep when his head hit the pillow next to Jimin's. He could still hear his hair faintly crunching from all the hairspray, but disregarded it with the fact he was going to wash it tomorrow. Probably. Hopefully.

In the next room, the scene is almost replicated. Two men wrapped up in one another, exhausted from the day's activities. However, they weren't asleep. Just mindlessly talking in-between yawns and small kisses.

The youngest, yet the tallest of the two, has his wide eyes fixed on the elder in-front of him. Yoongi tries to avoid the eye contact, instead trying to distract him with kisses and by smothering his face into the younger's neck. Jungkook runs his hand up and down the elder's spine, keeping the other wrapped firmly around his waist. He fails at hiding his smile, sleepy, half-opened eyes fixing themselves on Yoongi's embarrassed state. They continue with their mumbles, sleep-filled promises and hearty love confessions whispered into the space, only for them to know and possibly forget in the morning.

The next room is a completely different circumstance. Only one of the occupants is asleep on the bed: Namjoon, who's wrapped themselves up in the sheets, cocooned like a caterpillar. The other room occupant is sat on the balcony outside, talking in hushed whispers on the phone. Hoseok found himself unable to sleep, having had next to no contact with his biological family since he landed.

He tires himself out with a long-winded conversation with his parents, talking about anything and everything. Soon, he's unable to keep his eyes open, bidding them goodbye before tucking himself in beside the sleep-drunk younger's wriggling body, managing to force himself into the cocoon and into the warm embrace of one another.

In the last room, the eldest is sleeping like a baby, his wife tucked into him. The two keep closely knit, wrapped in one another like all the other pairings before. Seokjin is the big spoon, his arm going numb, but he's uncaring in dreamland. He'll reap the repercussions in the morning, where he'll adapt a whiny tone and a large pout to garner sympathy from his spouses. It won't work, they'll instead choose to laugh at first and then kiss his arm better after a few whines and complaints.

In total, the chalet is nearly in complete silence. The only sounds being the occasional whisper of the loved-up couple in room two, the crashing of the waves outside and the shuffle of bedsheets rubbing up against sleep clothes and other blankets. Actually, a few snores too. Not loud enough to make the walls shake, but loud enough to prove people are actually residing in the holiday chalet.

All in all, it's peaceful.

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