Btskitten7 - Yoongi’s Shadow ⁷🔞

Please a drabble of jealous jk (but not jelly of jimin) sometime in their past or something

Jungkook should've payed more attention to the obvious signs.

Perhaps then he wouldn't stand wide-eyed at the doorstep of your bedroom, interrupting the rather fervid make-out session between Taehyung and you.

Your eyes are equally as big as Jungkook's. You're sitting on Taehyung's lap who's leaning against the pillows on your bed. Taehyung - the smug asshole he is - seems to be the only one who isn't fazed by the disruption - his hand on your ass not moving an inch evidence enough.

"Jungkook," you choke out.

"We wanted to study," Jungkook says though his gaze remains fixed on Taehyung.

Your parents won't be home until late today, so it was the perfect opportunity to study for the upcoming maths exam at your place.

"It's 3pm already?" Your plush and swollen lips steal Jungkook's attention and he wonders how long you've been kissing Mr. Cocky.

"I called you, but you never answered."

You look around your room. "I don't know where I put my phone."

"It's okay." Jungkook's jaw tenses as he watches Taehyung's hands move up to your hips. But he doesn't just let his hands rest there, no, he slips them under your sweatshirt and squeezes your bare flesh.

The exhale through Jungkook's nose is loud, but what the fuck? How could he not be annoyed when fucking Kim Taehyung acted like Jungkook was not in the room with them?

"You still wanna study or do you want me to..." Go is the word that Jungkook is leaving out.

"Oh no, we can still study!" you answer, getting off Taehyung's lap. Thank God. You turn around on your feet. "Wanna study with us for the maths exam, Tae?" Wha- no. What the hell?

Taehyung sits up. "Yeah, sure. Why not."

Jungkook feels like he's gonna pass out.

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Jungkook should've left as soon as you proposed Taehyung to join your study session.

In the category of things not to do "hanging out with a newly dating couple" is at least catalogued in the top three. And he was the biggest fool for ignoring it.

Jungkook will lose all his brain cells if you and Taehyung keep flirting and giggling and being affectionate with each other - or he's gonna vomit, he isn't sure yet.

You're all gathered next to each other around the huge coffe table in the living room, a drama is currently playing as background noise.

"I don't get number 4," you utter in a pout.

Jungkook parts his lips, ready to explain it to you, but Taehyung beats him to it.

Taehyung starts explaining and Jungkook's listens carefully. Jungkook doesn't want to be one of those annoyed smart-asses, but sometimes when he's had a look at Taehyung's sheet he saw hin doing little mistakes and pointed them out to Taehyung.

Taehyung isn't dumb, but the way you and him keep touching each other is probably distracting his. Just like now, while explaining, his palm brushes across your thigh. You lean to your side, cheek softly pressed against his arm and eyes glued to the book on the table.

Jungkook pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He can't endure this for much longer.

"That's not correct," Jungkook says after Taehyung's finishes his explanation.

What follows is a 5 minute debacle over the correct solution of number 4. Taehyung is sure that he's got it right and Jungkook knows that his way is the correct one.

The two would've continued to argue if you hadn't chimed in, "I'll just ask our teacher tomorrow. It's fine."

Jungkook huff. "Whatever."

"I'm gonna use the bathroom real quick," Taehyung says, leaving the living room.

Jungkook gets right back at work, types something into the calculator and quickly writes numbers on his sheet of paper.

"What is up with you?" you ask. Jungkook can feel your piercing stare on you.

He shrugs nonchalantly. "Nothing."

"You've been acting weird, Koo."

"It's just-" Jungkook's looks at you for a second. "I'm hearing more kissing noises than typing on the calculator."

"Oh, uh - well..." you hide a smile. "I just...really like him," you confess.

"Don't have to rub it in my face how lonely I am."

You laugh sheepishly. "I'm sorry."

"Next time just you and me again, okay?"

"I promise."

"I actually need to leave now," Jungkook announces. He heard the bathroom door open and realised that under no circumstances could he bear to see you act all lovey dovey with Taehyung like that any more.

It annoys him, yes, but at the same time it feels like rubbing salt in the wound every time you giggle after Taehyung whispers something in your ear. There's this strange feeling clawing at his heart and he needs to get rid of it.

You frown. "It hasn't even been 2 hours."

"I gotta go to practice." Jungkook stands up and starts packing his stuff. "They changed the schedule for this week a little," he explains because you know exactly on which days he has practice or not.

"Oh."

And just because he can, he bends down, tilts your chin up for him and pecks your cheek just as Taehyung enters the living room again.

It's silly, but seeing Taehyung's reaction makes it easier for Jungkook to walk out of your house with a lightened heart.

BTS is one of the best things to ever happen to me 🥺💜

I’m crying 😭 bts came into my life when I needed them the most and they got me through a lot and I’m so happy they get to take this pause for themselves. I have never felt so much love from a group as I do them and I’m so happy that they can be happy 💜💜 I’ll never forget the moment I stepped out of the car in LA with my best friend and just happened to stumble upon them doing rehearsal (had no idea the target we stopped at was next to the stadium). That moment of wow they’re real! They exist and they love us will forever be in my heart. I can’t wait to see what’s yet to come 💜

monachopsis | intro

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; after receiving unpleasant news that doesn’t allow you to grow your family, your husband comes up with an idea that unfortunately involves his brother whom he despises

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yoongi x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, fluff, smut, mini series

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mentions of infertility

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4k+

↳ chapter index

⇢ intro | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

a/n: this is an introduction to this new drabble series, an idea I came up with randomly and decided to try it! please, if you enjoyed reading this and want to see more, don’t forget to like. feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated as always!♡

“I’m sorry Mr. and Mrs. Min, there’s nothing we can do at this point,”

It’s those words that knock the breath out of you and your husband. The answer you’ve been waiting for for months, full of stress and this long process that led you to nothing but failure and broken hearts.

Your thoughts freeze, there’s nothing particular you’re thinking and then everything comes rushing towards you, the reality hitting you along with thousands of thoughts. The poster of a woman’s pregnant belly on the white wall is almost mockingly staring at you. Will you ever be able to experience another life growing inside you? That’s all you and your husband have been dreaming about. Those late nights talk about how many kids you will have, how much he wants to take this another step with you after being married for three years. It all felt like the right time.

Your husband’s cold hand that slides from yours wakes you out of your thoughts, concern written all over your face as the doctor is watching you with nothing but pitiful gaze.

“I’ll give you a moment.” Is all Dr. Kim says as he respectively gives you and your husband to process the news.

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need to know Ꭵ - MYG | M

↣ “He pays for your attention…What happens when he doesn’t have it?”

pairing: sugar daddy!yoongi x reader

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 3.5K

warnings/tags: strong language, possessive Yoongi, age gap, explicit smut-dirty talk, pet name, shower sex, hickeys, choking, thigh riding, spit kink, hand job, oral (f-receiving), edging, pussy slaps, slight dacryphilia

a/n: oof sugar daddy yoongi

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𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚎𝚝.

“How is he so fucking hot and respectful?!”

Taehyung pokes his head through the bathroom door, toothbrush lodged in the side of his mouth. He walks over to the lounge, to find you; blanket draped over your figure as you stare at your phone screen, fake crying. He rolls his eyes and walks back to the bathroom, still brushing his teeth.

Gargled and rinsed, he walks back to the lounge to deal with your moping.

“Alright, show me.”

You thrust your phone in his direction, he takes the device from your hands to inspect the Instagram post on your screen.

Three guys, in suits, two men who are probably over fifty and another man in the middle, a face he recognizes too well. Blonde hair pushed back, smiling at the screen with a thumbs-up.

Taehyung sits down next to you on the couch and hands the phone back to you, your eyes don’t leave the screen.

“Today was the grand opening?”

“Yes!”

“I’m not gonna lie,” he folds his arms and leans against the backrest, “I can understand your pain, he looks pretty good.”

“Pretty good?!” You yell and Taehyung touches his ear out of irritation.

“He is torturing me! It seems like he enjoys torturing me!”

“You’re seeing him tonight?”

A frown is in place as you lock your phone and place it on the coffee table, “yes but I feel like cancelling.”

“What? Why?”

“I can’t bear to see him.”

Taehyung sighs, “the guy has been so kind to you…To us, actually, if it wasn’t for him, we would’ve-“

“Yeah I know Tae, I just-“

You know it’s going to sound so dumb when you say it out loud. You’ve caught feelings for your sugar daddy? Your sugar daddy? You were the one that was all “oh don’t get any feelings involved” “strictly professional.” But here you are, head over heels in love with your sugar daddy. He’s sweet and kind, and so your type. It also doesn’t help that he doesn’t look thirty. And is insanely attractive.

“Oh no,” Taehyung shrieks, “I know that look, don’t tell me you’ve-“

“Don’t say it!”

“You’ve-“

“Don’t!”

You grab a pillow and shove it into his face, but he overpowers you and hits you with it.

“You’ve caught feelings for him!”

“Noooooo.”

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he places his hand over his mouth, dramatically, “what are you going to do?”

“Nothing, absolutely fucking nothing. I think it’s best if we just call it quits.”

“Y/N, I hope you understand I will always have your best interest at heart but,” he grabs your shoulders, “that is the stupidest fucking thing you will ever do. And I’ve witnessed you do some dumb shit before.”

“Tae,” you shove his hands off your shoulders, “I can’t do it anymore. We just sit and talk and he seems to be having a good time. But I’m not, all I can think about is taking him up to my room and letting him fuck my brains out and then maybe make him some pancakes and play with his hair.”

“Wow, you are whipped.”

“Tae,” you whine, “you aren’t helping.”

“Listen, Y/N. I am not going back to eating ramen every night.”

“Why don’t you get your own sugar mommy.”

“That isn’t an option.”

You grab the pillow and scream into it.

“Y/N, relax, just-“ he pulls the pillow away from your face and takes your hands in his “-go on this one last date with him. You’re literally getting paid to spend time with him, just talk to him and give him all your attention. You’re lucky he isn’t one of those really old dudes who have weird fetishes.”

“But…But I wouldn’t mind if he did. He doesn’t even touch me! The only thing he does is hold my hand across the table. We haven’t even kissed!”

“Maybe he’s still hung up on his ex-wife or something.”

You scoff, “he doesn’t have one.”

“Ex-fiancée?”

“No.”

“Ex?”

You push one leg of the couch and try to stand up, but he grabs your hand and pulls you back down.

“Wait wait, Y/N, I think I might have a plan. You only ever go to restaurants, right?”

“Yes,” you sigh, “sometimes to the park, you know, the usual stuff.”

“Have you ever been to a club together?”

You cock an eyebrow, “no, he hates clubs and so do I.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to suck it up for one night. He pays for your attention…What happens when he doesn’t have it?”

He has a devilish grin on his face, your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Can you tell me why you wanted to come here?”

Yoongi shouts over the loud music, you just walk over to the bar and take a seat, eyes scanning the crowd for a target.

He sits down next to you and waves over the bartender, you shake your head, “nothing for me tonight.”

He looks at you in confusion, “why not?”

“Don’t feel like.”

He orders his drink, and you try to keep your eyes off of him, you’ve only looked at him once tonight and boy, does he look divine, blonde hair pushed back, black blazer on with a white shirt on the inside, he looks even more muscular than the last time you’ve seen him. You resist the urge to compliment him and keep your eyes on the crowd.

He leans over, “you look beautiful.”

You shrug, trying to sound as nonchalant as ever, “thanks.”

He continues to sip his drink, you can feel his stare on the side of your face.

You jump off the stool, standing in front of him with your palm out, knowing he’ll refuse your offer. He meets your gaze, and you clench your thighs together, trying hard to remember the plan.

“Wanna dance?”

He shakes his head, “you go, I’ll watch you from here.”

You swallow, prancing over to the dancefloor and swaying your hips to the music, eyes still searching the crowd for a target and not meeting his burning gaze that you know doesn’t leave you for a second.

After a few minutes, you spot someone, shoulders hunched over the bar counter.

Walking over, you take the seat next to him, admiring his fully tattooed arm and silver jewellery. He turns his head and looks you up and down, you do the same, smirking at him.

“Can I get you a drink?”

Clear, smooth voice filters out of his puckered lips, a small mole under his bottom lip.

You nod, getting comfortable in your seat, he twists around in his chair to face you, one muscular arm propped on the counter.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

Presenting his hand for you to shake, you place your palm in his, his thumb presses into your hand, eyes never leaving yours. Ah, he’s that type of guy, the one who’s aware of how sexy he is.

“Jungkook.”

Your cheeks heat under his stare as he lets go off your hand.

Two cocktails later, you chat and giggle for a while, learning that he spends most of his free time gaming and gymming. You try to make him think that he’s going to fuck you tonight, maybe you would, if it wasn’t for a certain blonde-haired man who plagues your mind.

He leans in closer to you, breath tickling your ear as he whispers, “do you know that guy?” He gestures to someone behind you with his head and you try to calm your breath as you turn around, seeing Yoongi with his bottom lip tucked into his mouth, arms folded as he watches you and Jungkook.

You gulp, turning around and giving Jungkook your sweetest smile. Now’s the time.

Placing your hand on his thigh, making sure to touch the outer shell of his ear with your lips, “you wanna get out of here?”

He nods, downing his drink and following your lead. You know he must be watching your ass as you walk. But before you can walk any further, a figure, much taller than you, blocks your path. You lift your head to be met with Yoongi’s angry glare, his chest heaving as he grabs your hand and yanks you away from Jungkook, who watches with a puzzled expression.

Opening the passenger door of his car, you sit down and wait for him to make his way around the car to the driver’s side, he starts up the car silently. You watch him, his brows still furrowed, chest still heaving. You bite your lip, hoping your plan didn’t backfire.

“What is up with you Y/N?”

You turn your head to stare out the window, trying to slur your words, “n-nothing…”

“Don’t lie to me. And I know you aren’t drunk, he kept buying you those cheap fucking cocktails.”

Clicking in your seatbelt, you can’t help but think that this was a bad idea, you’ve never heard Yoongi swear before. He has a right to be angry, he’s paying you for your company, he bought you the black dress you’re wearing tonight, and you choose to talk to some other guy at the club.

He speeds through the highway, your hand gripping onto your seat, waiting for him to continue with his scolding but it doesn’t come, instead, he takes a few unfamiliar turns.

“This isn’t the way to my apartment.”

He tightens his grip on the steering wheel, “who said you’re going home tonight?”

You bite your lip, silently thanking Taehyung for his brilliant idea. Your stomach flips at the thought of finally feeling him against you, under you, on top of you. Whichever way he’d like.

He grabs a small remote control from the console, he doesn’t even wait for the gates to open fully before he’s driving in and switching off the car. You take the time to admire his huge mansion as he makes his way to the passenger side, opening your door and grabbing your hand. Dragging you all the way across his yard and in through the double doors, he helps you out of your jacket and you kick of your shoes.

He takes off his blazer, exposing his juicy arms that you shamelessly gawk at. You can’t wait to have those gorgeous hands around your throat.

You stand there, staring at each other, his eyes rake across your figure and you feel heat pool between your legs.

Tucking his hands into his pockets, he cocks his head to the side and licks his lips.

“What should I do with you?”

You would drop to your knees in front of him if you weren’t immobilized by his stare and stance, your throat feeling dry, heart thumping painfully in your chest.

He starts to walk up the stairs and you follow him, admiring the minimalistic interior that he had mentioned he designed himself. You bring your gaze back to him, admiring his cute ass as he climbs the stairs, steadying yourself by gripping onto the railing.

Opening a door on the left of the hallway, he points to the shower, “you can wash up.”

He starts to walk away from you and you panic, thinking that he’s just going to make you sleep in the guest room tonight.

“Shower with me!”

He stops in his tracks, slowly turning around to look at you.

“Shower with me,” you repeat, voice softer this time.

Making his way back to you, he searches your eyes, checking to see if there’s any trace of hesitance in them.

Wordlessly, he holds the door open for you and as you enter, he locks the door behind you.

You realize you still have your purse in your hand, placing it on the black marble counter behind you, he takes a step forward, eyes half-lidded as he takes a deep inhale through his nose. You do the same, his strong, familiar cologne making your eyes flutter.

You think of the time when he lent you his jacket, you spent days and nights wearing it, until it didn’t smell of him anymore.

Pinching the zipper at the side of your dress, you pull it down until the fabric hangs loose on your shoulders, eyes still glued to his. He removes one hand from his pocket and brings it up to the neckline of your dress. His fingers graze the skin on your neck and your breath hitches, he chuckles at your reaction, eyes dark and hooded.

Dress pooling at your feet, his gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips to your chest covered by black lace. He bends down to pick up your dress off the floor, his eyes travelling with him to your clothed core. Setting it on the counter, he stands up to his full height, face now inches away from yours.

You’re losing control of your breathing, panting as he reaches behind you to open the clasp of your bra, not before pulling the straps away from your shoulders then letting it snap back against your skin, making you yelp.

Your bra joins your dress on the counter, feeling more aroused by the fact that you’re only wearing one article of clothing while he’s fully dressed.

Walking over to the shower that could probably fit ten people, he twists the handle, steam slowly filling the room as he places his hand under the water to check the temperature.

Turning back to you, he beckons you over with his eyes, you bite your lip, not moving from your place at the sink.

“You forgot something,” you whisper, he looks at you questioningly, but he gets it soon enough when your eyes flicker down to your panties.

He shakes his head, a gummy smile in place and you can’t help but smile at him too.

Clothed chest pressing against your bare breasts, your eyes stay glued to his lips as he hooks his thumbs into your panties, pushing it down until it lands on the floor. You step out of it, he holds your hand as you enter the shower, your heart soaring at the gesture. Looking around, you notice a small step to keep your body care products, his products only take up a small corner of the step.

The hot stream of water hitting your back makes you moan, you close your eyes and tilt your head back to let the water splash all over your face, knowing that your mascara is waterproof.

You turn to see him staring at your body, hands still tucked into his pockets only this time, his bulge grows between them.

You lick the water from your lips, pushing your hair back, “aren’t you going to join me?”

Blinking, he removes the rings from his fingers, you find the act insanely attractive. He fumbles to remove his belt, your wet hands reach over and pull him closer to you by the hem of his pants, helping to rid him of the material that restricts his cock.

You place your palms on his chest, dampening the material and seeing his nipples poke through his shirt. He tugs at the hem, pulling his shirt over his head. You think you mind just shut down at the toned expanse of his chest, he’s a lot muscular than you thought. Pushing down his boxer briefs, he gives you no time to think before he’s stepping into the shower, closing his eyes and letting the water soak his blonde hair. It’s official, he does enjoy torturing you.

You dip your head to place wet kisses on his chest, flicking your tongue out when you reach his nipples.

He hisses, tangling his fingers into your hair and backing you up against the wall, the cool tile hitting your back. He presses his body against yours, his girthy length pressing into your thigh, and finally, captures your lips with his, moving his lips over yours like he’s about to eat you up, running the tip of his tongue against the flesh, parting them and flicking into your mouth, sucking on it while breathy moans leave your lips.

“You’re in no position to tease, angel.”

Your heart flutters at the pet name, you tilt your head to pull his earlobe between your teeth, hearing him groan.

“What position am I in, Yoongi?”

Reaching down to grip his length in your palm, you run your thumb across the tip then smooth the precum as you begin to pump his length.

“Fuck.”

Pressing his thigh against your core, you begin to rub your clit against him, moving your fist along his length at a faster pace. He places a hand on the wall behind you to steady himself as he starts to buck his hips into your hand, a string of curses leaving his lips.

Twisting your hand along the head of his cock, you feel him twitch in your palm, sucking and nipping at the junction between his neck and shoulder. Tightening your grip on his cock, you start to move your hand a little faster, his hips moving in tandem with your hand. You look up to see him biting his bottom lip, brows furrowed as he chases his high.

“Fuuuck I’m gonna cum.”

Your hips still grinding against his thigh, you feel your juices leak all over the toned flesh.

“Cum for me Yoongi.”

A few more thrusts into your fist, and he cums all over your hand, a long, drawn out groan leaving his mouth.

Kissing his chest again, you start to move your hips a little faster, feeling you reach your own high but then he moves his leg away from you, you open your mouth to protest but he smashes his lips onto yours, grabbing your legs and wrapping it around his waist. You moan into the kiss, feeling him set you down on the step at the corner of the shower, pushing his products off the tile with one hand.

Sucking bruises on your neck and chest, you look down to see him smirking at you, flicking his tongue against your nipple while he pinches and tugs at the other with his fingers. You can’t believe you finally have the man of your dreams where you want him the most, after months of pining over him.

Placing a soft kiss on your thigh, a juxtaposition to the harsh slap he lands on your swollen folds, making your clit jolt. A loud whine leaving your equally swollen lips.

“You were gonna give this pussy to that kid,” he lands another slap to your pussy, making your body twitch.

“My pussy,” with a final slap to your weeping core, he hoists your legs over his shoulders, hands coming up to fondle your breasts.

You can feel his hot breath ghost your clit, your hips buck into his face, but his hands hold you down, keeping you where he wants you. His eyes meet yours as he purses his lips, a long string of spit dripping from them and landing on your pussy, making your hole clench around nothing as you feel it drip through your folds and mix with your arousal.

Sticking his tongue out, he runs his tongue from your sopping slit to your throbbing bud, your mouth stays open in a silent moan.

“You taste like heaven.”

Face disappearing between your legs, he begins his assault on your clit with his tongue, flicking and pressing against it, sucking it into his mouth, making you cry out and reach down to grab his hair, hips gyrating against his face. He alternates between flicking and taking it between his lips, then he pushes his tongue into your cunt, a loud moan breaks through the air.

“My pussy,” he growls again.

You nod, even though his eyes stay shut, focusing on thrusting his tongue in and out of your hole, your orgasm fast approaching.

Hips still moving against his face, he speaks again, the vibrations surging through your body, making your toes curl.

“You’re gonna cum, angel?”

“Yes!” You whine, teeth pressing into your lower lip.

“Have you been a good girl?”

“Yes!”

He chuckles, taking a deep breath then diving back in to press his tongue against your clit, eyes flickering to your face.

“You hav-a bee- a goo gir.”

“I have,” you cry out, hips grinding against his face, you’re so close to the edge, your thighs begin to shake in his hold, but he pulls away, sucking his tongue back into his mouth and licking his lips.

He comes up to hold your face, seeing hot tears paint your cheeks, your high being ripped away from you twice tonight.

“Oh angel,” he holds your face in his hands, kissing your cheeks, “so pretty when you cry.”

You sniff, burying your face in his chest, he smooths your hair against your head. Grabbing the hand shower, he turns it on and starts to clean you up. Your legs still shaking as you lean against him.

Your cheeks heat as he places the shower head between your legs, body jolting from the pressure against your clit.

He tucks you in bed, having lent you a T-shirt of his to borrow, you can’t believe he actually left you high and dry and is even making you sleep in his guest room.

With one last kiss to your forehead, he walks to the door, then turns around to look at you, blinking at him with pleading eyes.

“Goodnight angel. And don’t even try to play with yourself,” he smiles, “I’ll know.”

When the door shuts, you begin to fuss and bang your fists against the soft blankets silently.

He really does enjoy torturing you.

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