Masterlist

masterlist

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k e y — ✓ completed ✐ ongoing დ fluff ⌬ angst ✞ smut

𝓢 𝓔 𝓡 𝓘 𝓔 𝓢

Agust Dad ⌬ ✐

Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry and change your fate forever..

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𝙾 𝙽 𝙴 𝚂 𝙷 𝙾 𝚃/𝙳 𝚁 𝙰 𝙱 𝙱 𝙻 𝙴 𝚂

For You — yoongi⌬

in which Yoongi is the son of a big business man and is now the CEO of the million dollar company so naturally he grew up distant and stern. But suddenly, his attitude changes when he meets you, a local kind hearted stripper that catches his curiosity. He finds himself lost in your smile and warm spirit, despite him being the opposite. But he’s willing to let down his walls for you..

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Victory — namjoon⌬

in which Namjoon is a wolf hybrid who has a dark past with humans that ultimately landed him in a boxing ring, so he tries his very hardest to hate every single one of them. Even his mate, who happens to be a human nurse who works for the boxing ring. But everything changes when he finds you bleeding out with marks all around you..

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Attention — jimin✞

in which you’ve been stalking your ex ever since you two broke up. And he’s aware of this, but you know he won’t stop you cause he’s a little attention whore. Until he starts seeing some else so you have to remind him who he belongs too..

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Fri(end)s — taehyung✞

in which Taehyung has some big shoes to fill after his hyungs went to the military. The stress of it all and utter loneliness causes him to make some grave mistakes. Like paying a girl to be his friend. But after months, he starts to feel something more. He doesn’t know if he’s just over pretending because she’s obviously just doing her job.. or if something more is there. And after a rough night, he finds out.

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Stay Focused — jungkook✞

in which your dorm mate and best friend Jungkook isn’t pleased to hear that your boyfriend was over the week he was away. but wow did he look hot when he was pissed off…

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Purple Car — jungkook ⌬ დ

in which jungkook is a successful solo idol and your his long time girlfriend that he hasn’t seen in almost two months. again. it’s starting to feel like your more like distant friends more than lovers so when you unexpectedly disappear, jungkook goes the distance to try to find you.

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ᴍ ɪ ɴ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ʀ ɪ ᴇ ꜱ

Oᵤᵣ Bᵢg Bₐby / BTS OT7

➭genre: little space, age regression, fluff, caregivers bts, little reader, maybe some of the members can be littles to idk, sfw, hurt/comfort, mostly no plot

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Agust Dad—Five

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry and change your fate forever.

➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭warnings: nothing really, mention of throw up, twitter

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note: the calm before the storm :)

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Hello, This is Bighit Music…

It only had been forty eight hours later when the statement comes out on twitter. Like Yoongi had said, there’s no mention of a name. Just that Yoongi had been in a two year relationship (which is a lie) and now had a baby on the way.

ARMY were expected to give Yoongi the time he needed to spend with his girlfriend and respect his privacy.

And in response, most of his fans threatened to track you down for taking away their precious Suga. Others suspected that the company was lying (which they aren’t wrong) and others were supportive of him. Then there were the rumors about who it could be while guessing it was just a girl who was a gold digger and/or he had gotten baby trapped.

You don’t know if it’s because of the hormones and morning sickness, but the whole thing made you sick. You felt terrible. It had finally hit you that you've lost everything — your job, your relationship with your coworkers, and sooner or later your reputation. The guilt and regret set in deeply as you think back to the moment when you made the decision to have sex with Yoongi.

It all seemed so magical back then, so carefree. But that's long gone now, replaced with sadness and fear for the future.

You're not even showing yet, but even still you can't bring yourself to get out of bed. It doesn't seem like anything is worth that effort. You have absolutely no one and nothing but a trashcan that catches all of your throw up.

The only thing that coaxes you out of your bed and depressive trance is a loud knock on your door. Your stomach grows queasy as you recognize the sound, but you know you can't ignore the problem. Because you knew who the problem was.

Groaning, you eventually drag yourself out of bed, your vision swimming as you step out into the hallway.

This time, you don’t even check the peephole. You don’t have the energy to be act surprised, cause at this point, you’re not.

Yoongi.

He stands in the doorway, looking concerned. His eyes are drawn to the small pudge on your belly, and the look he gives you is full of pity. He isn’t dressed in his usual fancy black blazer or a suit. He’s dressed casually, with a plaid oversized shirt and nice slightly baggy jeans.

You said you weren’t surprised but Yoongi does the honor of proving your wrong.

"How are you feeling?" he asks softly but then he takes his eyes off of your stomach and looks at your face.

Your hair isn’t brushed and messy from laying in your bed all day, you’re certain there is throw up on the corners of your mouth and undoubtedly you smell terrible. Not to mention your red face and puffy eyes.

You watch him analyze your horrible state and get his answer before you can even say anything. It’s not like he had the strength to answer him anyways.

Then his eyes shift to your hand and that’s when you notice that you had your phone in your hand, twitter visibly open with the trending hashtag #yoongi on the screen.

“If it helps, I don’t like anything they’re saying either.” He mumbles and you see the disappointment clear on his face.

You just quickly shut your phone off and put it in your back pocket and before you can speak or say a proper greeting you notice for the first time that he’s holding a bag of groceries in his arms.

You point to the bag in his arms with a confused expression. “What’s that for?”

“Oh, for you.” He says quickly, and you see him about to hand over the bag to you but then takes a look at your stomach and quickly changes his mind. You try not to think too hard about how caring he seemed. You have to remind yourself that he’s just doing the bare minimum.

Yoongi’s voice breaks through your thoughts. “I figured you’d be looking at the media and probably hadn’t eaten today, and you don't have a job anymore, so....” is all he says, his voice trailing off and you can’t help but notice the slight hint of guilt at the end of his sentence.

“It’s not much but, it’s important for you to eat.” He mumbles and you realize how incredibly dangerous it was for him to be out while he is trending. He went out of his way to get some things and risk being caught or questioned by his company, to make sure you ate.

You realize how much of a jerk you seem for just leaving him outside in the porch, especially when he can be seen. You step back from the door and shuffle to the side so he can step inside, muttering a ’thank you’ as he came in.

He follows you into the kitchen, where you busy yourself with putting away the groceries, trying to fight the butterflies in your stomach. Your eyes widen even more as you start to take out items from the bag.

It’s newer ingredients and kitchen supplies that look like they haven’t been touched. You start to realize the oddly specific ingredients and combinations in the bag.

In the silence, Yoongi studies your back, the small bump visible through your shirt before jumping up when you pull out a knife from the bag.

“I was gonna make you something!” He says quickly, and suddenly he is next to you, holding your hand as he uses the other to slowly glides the knife out of your hands. “If that’s alright with you.” He says more calmly and softly when it is out of your grasp.

You glance up at him, your heart beating as you realize how close he’s standing next to you. How gentle he was being with you. “Yes, of course—“ you start to respond in a quiet voice when Yoongi’s ringer goes off.

He takes out his vibrating phone from his pocket and you get a glimpse of the user ID.

‘Bang PD’

He quickly glances at you and you realize how busy Yoongi must be now. How much he has to deal with and talk about. Yet he was here. With you. You don’t know if you should feel guilty and thankful for the fact.

To your surprise, Yoongi doesn’t just ignore the call. He declines it. Your eyes widen as you look away from the phone and up at him. “What are you doing?” You ask him with concern.

“It’s not important.” He says while powering his phone completely off and shutting it down and before you can question it he speaks again. “I don’t need it right now. And you don’t need yours either.” He states, raising an eyebrow as he held out his hand.

You pause for a moment, just looking down at his hand as he waited for you to give him your phone. You don’t have the strength to fight him on it, and you know that in the end it was probably for the best.

You slowly take out your hand from your back pocket and hand it to him. You watch him do something on your phone before shutting it down completely and putting it in his pocket.

You take a seat as he starts to get out the rest of the ingredients and start to prepare to cook the meal which he tells you that it’s going to be some chicken noodle soup.

You sit on a stool on the kitchen island, trying not to gag or throw up at all the smells of food and ingredients, but your stomach rumbles at the same time.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” He says after a while of moving in silence, which snaps you out of the imaginary world you were sucked into like when he took the paternity test. A world where everything wasn’t a complete mess.

“About what?” You ask in a quiet voice, watching his back as he stirred the broth in a pot that he had brought.

“Well since the media now knows that I have a ‘girlfriend’ and unborn child, I thought it would be best if you moved from this neighborhood.” He explains calmly but cautiously, not bothering to look at you as he spoke.

“Where to..?” You ask in complete shock. You know he has a point, but you has always had a problem with big changes in life. You loved familiarity. And this was the opposite. It was unexpected and random.

"I have a place for you to stay." Yoongi says, his voice firm but he stays completely calm at the same time. "A house in Gangnam that I don’t use."

You stiffen at his words, but you know that if you said no, it might push him away. You can't afford to be stubborn with him. You had no idea what he would do next.

"It'll be safer for you there. You'll have everything provided for you. The best doctors, a good home, it’s very secure..." he continues, his gaze locking with yours. "I don't want anything to happen to you or the baby before it's even born."

“You just expect for me to up and move? What about my house? My things? This is crazy.” You say, shaking your head at the idea. Sure, it would be nice to live in a better neighborhood where you felt more safe. But to you, it didn’t seem realistic to just sell everything to live in Yoongi’s paradise.

"Don't worry, I'll sell your house for you and you can use that money to replace anything you've lost in the move. I'll make sure everything is covered, so you don't have to worry." He can see the doubt in your eyes and tries to put your mind at ease.

Yoongi seems genuine, but his words still feel too good to be true. You don't have anyone else to rely on here, so you can't really say no without risking everything.

"I can handle all of it." Yoongi says, his voice becoming more intense as he speaks, more determined. "I'll handle everything. You just need to focus on yourself and the baby, nothing more."

He looks up at you, and you realize that he's serious. This isn't a negotiation. Your heart jumps into your throat as you realize what this means.

"Listen," Yoongi says again, and this time you realize that he's pleading with you. "I know this is asking a lot. And you have no good reason to trust me. But I need you to.”

Your heart starts to pound and flutter as he talks. Your breathing heavy and your eyes wide in shock. He seems genuine, concerned, maybe even a little afraid. You can hear a little voice whisper to you to trust him, and you realize that you kind of don’t have a choice. You’d be stupid to not take his hospitality.

You open your mouth to answer him. To tell him that you’ll move into one of the extra houses he just has lying around, but the doorbell rings before you can speak.

You jump at the sound of the doorbell, and Yoongi looks up as well. “I’ll get it.” You mumble instead, slowly getting up and walking to the door, dismissing the slight concerned look on Yoongi’s face.

You step to the front of the door and lean down to peek through the peephole just in case. Your jaw drops when you immediately recognize who is at your door. You freeze in front of the door, your breath catching in your throat.

The rest of BTS.

Every member of the famous group are at your doorstep.

They look covered up, but to you, it’s clear who they are. But you have no clue why they are here. Or how they even got to your house. Or how they even knew to come here.

As you watch in shock, your mind races. What if this is about the baby? If Si-Hyuk told them about the pregnancy, maybe they know about you too, and they're here to find you.

“Who is it?” Yoongi asks, walking up behind you as you slowly turn to look at him. He looks worried, but also curious.

“It’s BTS..”

“What?” Yoongi says in shock and confusion as you slowly open the door to reveal the six figures at the door.

Yoongi looks over your shoulder, his eyes wide as he watches the BTS members crowd the doorway, his face filled with disbelief and confusion. The members of BTS look just as surprised, shifting uncomfortably on the doorstep when they meet eyes with him.

Your heart pounds in your chest and you're so stunned you only stand there silently, eyes shifting between Yoongi and his group members as they exchange glances.

“What are you all doing here?” Yoongi asked suspiciously but quickly moves backwards so that they can all crowd inside the house so they can’t be seen.

Once the door is closed and everyone is gathered at the entrance, a member finally breaks the silence.

“No hyung, what are you doing here? We have a bunch of things going on and no one can reach you.” Namjoon speaks up, his voice stern but he is clearly worried.

Yoongi glances at you before turning back to them, the muscles in his jaw clenched as his gaze is locked with theirs. “I had to check up on Y/N.” Yoongi says, his face is blank but the muscles in his jaw still clenched.

Some of the members glance at you, as if noticing you were there for the first time even though they were in your house.

Jin shows you a smile, a familiar bright and friendly one despite the tense atmosphere. “Y/N. So good to see you again.” He says and you can’t help but relax your muscles slightly at his upbeat tone.

“Excuse us, where are our manners.” Hobi speaks up, now looking at you as well. “Thank you for letting us in and your house,” he takes a pause to look around his smile flattening slightly. “Is lovely.”

“We really don’t mean to barge in, it’s just that Yoongi here was supposed to meet us at the recording studio, but never showed. We figured he was here..” Jimin explains as you try to wrap your mind around the information and the fact that all of BTS were in your house.

“So, he told you guys everything?” You ask, feeling a little self conscious about everything. And of course you meet all of BTS when you looked your absolute worst.

“He told me everything.” Jin speaks up, slightly proud and with a smirk. “These guys only figured it out a couple days ago.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you!” Taehyung speaks up with a big foxy smile as he shakes your hand. “I can’t wait to have a little nephew or niece.” He says and you can’t help but flush red. They hadn’t really accepted you already, had they?

“Me too!” Jungkook jumps in and Namjoon sighs and rubs my temple when he sees them start to get off topic. “If there’s anything you need or want you can text me any time.” Jungkook states with a small smile and you can’t help but return it back. A side of you even started to fangirl at the sight of his smile.

“Actually,” Yoongi speaks up and you’re thankful when all of their eyes shift off you. “You can help her move.”

Three more days later after that all of BTS are gathered at your house, helping you move the little things you have to Yoongi’s shelter in Gangnam. Jin’s girlfriend Harin was also there and helped you settle down. Yoongi told you not to worry about the selling process and that the earlier you moved out of the house the better.

You couldn’t help but feel closer to Yoongi durning the whole process. Even if there was a day or two you didn’t see him, he would always make sure to text you.

You realized that what he did before locking your phone was deleting twitter all together and you didn’t have the strength to get it back yet, but overall. You were feeling better. Despite what you originally thought, having Yoongi around seemed to cheer you up.

It was nice to felt cared for, even if he was just caring for the baby and not you yourself.

It was late afternoon when you all got done and everyone headed home, including Yoongi. But what you didn’t know is that he sung by the place later in the night to check on you and make you a snack.

He knocked on the door to the house but when no one answered he did the favor of using his key to open it anyways. He slowly walked into the house, looking around before spotting you on the couch.

You were laid down on the couch, snoring softly and hugging a pillow as you slept. Yoongi glanced up at the tv in the huge living room and couldn’t help but let out a smile when he saw what was on the screen.

An old run BTS episode had been playing, and you must’ve fell asleep while watching.

Yoongi turned off the lights and tiptoed to the bedroom to pull out the blanket and drape it over you.

He studied you for a minute before shaking away some thoughts and leaving the tv on and walking out shortly. Leaving you asleep on the couch like months before.

Agust Dad—Prologue

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry and change your fate forever.

➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭warnings: smut that includes unprotected s*x (don’t do that), cuss words, mention of alcohol and drinking, kinda rough s*x, a little dirty talk

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➭note: yoongi is leaving for the military so let’s make him a dad to patch up my grief☺️ Have to give credit where credit is due; this was inspired by a writer named sopebubbles. And ik it’s not clear but he is still in BTS. ⚠︎ this is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. yoongi is used solely as a face and a name for the story. this is not a representation of real-life scenarios.

“I think, we should make a toast, to Mr Agust D himself of course.” The head producer said over the chatter in the lobby, noticeably drunk but it just so happened that everyone else was also. Even you.

But that was the point of the pre-release party. It was to celebrate how rich everyone were about to be and that everyone could relax after several hard months.

Even though you were only at the album camp for a week, only working on one song and from a entirety different company, somehow you found yourself at the rented hotel partying like the rest of the producers.

The infamous artist groans in embarrassment and this eggs everyone on further, raising their glasses towards him and applauding. “We are never doing this again.” Yoongi slurs, a little tipsy himself as he chuckles, the alcohol starting to loosen him up a bit.

It wasn’t like Yoongi always had his guard up, at least not around his colleagues anyways. He was just incredibly professional and slightly uptight. The two of you had spoken a handful of times while at the camp, mostly focusing on the song and the two of you worked well together.

You were from a more smaller company and when the two of you first met, he said he looked up some of the other collaborations that you did and was fond of your work. It was incredibly easy working with him and his team. No one could deny that the two of you had chemistry when it came to music. If you had a thought or suggestion Yoongi would practically finish your sentence. And if he wanted to change something you would already be on it.

Most of his other producers were amazed at how fast the two of you were working and how smooth it was going, which was half of the reason they wanted you to attend the party in the first place. The first producer to make the Agust D smile while working on a song instead of being tense.

But despite everything, you two hadn’t spoken much since then, so it was a surprise to you when he had stepped up to you when you alone in the kitchen, getting yourself another drink.

The first bottle of whiskey was already run dry, so you were to busy stumbling as you stood on your tippy toes to reach the other bottle in the cabinet to notice he had walked in the kitchen and was watching you from afar.

You hadn’t realized that he stood only a couple steps away from you, watching and analyzing your every move. His eyes wandering your body and curves as you struggled to reach the desired item. He couldn’t help but stare at your ass that was covered by your tight black skirt and watched as your breasts jiggled the more you stumbled and reached for the drink.

With his own new desire in mind, Yoongi finally advanced towards you. Making his movements slow and menacing, not stopping until he was behind you and his back was almost pressed against you.

Feeling the sudden body heat you spun around, your eyes widening even further when they meet his dark brown ones. You back away slightly, trying to create some distance but move hip first into the counter behind you causing you to wince in pain.

“You should be more careful, Y/N-ah.” He spoke in a soothing low tone, suppressing a small smirk when he saw how flustered you got, your cheeks even more red now and not just from the alcohol.

“Sorry, Min Yoongi-ssi.” You mumble with a nervous chuckle trying to stay professional and not get sucked in by his expensive perfume and deep gaze. It had already been heard enough to ignore his beauty during camp.

He lets out a deep chuckle, cracking a small friendly smile that hides his true intentions. “No need to be so formal Y/N.” He says, tilting his head slightly to take in more of your features.

He had spent almost a full week with you, and of course he noticed how pretty you were but he paid no mind to it. After all, he was focused on his work and he had seen better woman before. But now he had gotten a good full look at you with more of an (hazy) open mind.

“Ah, Y/N-ah don't you know? You shouldn't apologize to me when you're in no wrong. You shouldn't lower yourself to me so much." He said his smile turning more into a smirk.

“And plus, I’d say we have gotten quite close,” he spoke, his voice getting more quiet as he leaned more into you, pinning you between the counter and his body. “Don’t you think?” He asked with a smile smirk, having gotten you right where he wanted you.

“Wow,” You breathed out, glancing around the empty kitchen as if you were imagining everything that was happening. Guiltily, you had already had some inappropriate thoughts about him before thanks to his song lyrics but you knew better not to act on them.

“I guess so...” Your voice trailed out and you think you’re being discreet about finding an exit but Yoongi notices.

He leans more against you body so that by now they are touching. He continues to focus his eyes on you before effortlessly reaching an arm above your head as he grabs the drink for you.

Your eyes light up at the drink, even though it’s clear you don’t really need any more. “Thank you Yoongi-ah~” you slur while reaching for it but he pulls his arm back and takes the bottle out of your reach much to your confusion.

He chuckles with a soft smile at the cute expression, this one being more genuine than the last. “I don’t think you need anymore of this.” He says with a smug smile as he looks down at you. Yoongi moved one of his arms down and placed his hand on your hip that bumped into the counter earlier. The other hand still on the drink. He smirked once again as he moved his face closer to yours. "I wouldn't like for you to get hurt again."

Your throat hitches as you feel his warm hand on your hip, drawing small circles into it as he spoke in a soft tone. You finally see the hint of lust in his eyes that you failed to notice before and your heart thumps.

“You’re right. I think I’ll just go back to the party.” You say with a nervous chuckle, trying to somehow squeeze past him to get to the lobby while still being trapped between him and the counter behind you.

"I wouldn't advise you to go to the party. It's noisy and loud, there'll be too many people." Yoongi subtly brought his other arm with the bottle down and placed it on the counter, blocking all of your exits.

Now knowing where this was going you lean back more into the counter. “I don’t think this is a good idea.” You whisper looking down and away from his face so you’re not tempted to do anything that could possibly put your job in jeopardy.

“Why?” He said in a confident deep tone. “You know company’s have loosened up, and we’re grown adults.” Yoongi said with a soft chuckle as he leans closer to where you could feel his breath on your shoulder, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

“We’re from different companies.” You whisper, breathing getting heavy as the tension in the room starts to get hotter. Three drinks ago you wouldn’t even be considering about this, and maybe he wouldn’t even be either. But here you were.

“That's the best part." Yoongi said in a low voice as he took two fingers to move your chin so you were looking directly at him. He brushed your hair out of your eyes before tucking it behind your ear.

"No one from your company is even here and no one of my company knows you." He states calmly, giving you his signature smile for reassurance but the look of passion in his eyes tells a different story.

Your breathing becomes hitched as the hand on your hip begins to move to caress your side. He takes a swig of the alcohol as if to say ‘fuck it’ before quickly planting a hungry kiss on your exposed neck.

You bite your bottom lip to hold in a gasp as his wet soft lips hit your skin. His grip tightens on your hip as he kisses a trail down your neck "You're so beautiful," he breathes against your skin, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Your mind is hazy from the alcohol and his touch and suddenly all logical thinking begins to dissolve. All you can think about is how touch deprived you’ve been for years. How one of the most richest and famous person alive were telling you how beautiful you were. You can’t remember the last time you’ve let yourself let loose and release some steam.

He leans in close and presses his lips against yours, his tongue moving against them in a slow glide before pulling away. "No one has to know. Except for you and me." He says in a husky voice.

Now that he has you in his grasp, he gently takes your hand in his and leads you both out of the kitchen and upstairs to a one of the many empty hotel rooms that would soon be filled with drunk coworkers.

As soon as you step inside the room, he shuts the door behind him and locks it securely. He moves towards you again, placing a sloppy but firm kiss so you can taste the mix of alcohol on his lips while holding onto your waist tightly.

This time you return the kiss, now with your own hunger. “So pretty..” he praises again when he pulls away to catch his breath.

He starts kissing down your neck, his hand quickly moving to reach down to your blouse and unbutton it. You can feel the heat rising between you two, your breaths become shorter and quicker, your hearts racing in sync as he successfully gets your shirt off and on the ground.

You don’t have time to think as his hands move up to your breasts, feeling their weight and massaging them as he kisses you deeper. As he reaches your cleavage, he begins to undo your bra, letting go of your breasts so he could remove it completely. He holds the kiss as he does so causing your breathing to become faster and heavier at his touch. It was like an addiction, that you couldn’t get enough of.

He steps back, taking in your beautiful breasts for a moment before concluding that you needed all of your clothes off. He moves down and starts kissing all around your neck, chin, and jawline, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses and uses this as an opportunity to push you towards a nearby couch.

He kicks off his shoes as you collapse on the couch and he does the honors of taking off your heels for you as you quickly get off his shirt. He leans forward, and presses another passionate kiss against yours. “I’ve waited months for this..” he mumbles into the kiss, lying right out of his teeth.

His hands start to roam again, this time he takes the waistband of your skirt and pulls it down to your legs. “Let’s make sure you’re nice and wet for me..” he says in a deep husky voice as he slips his hand through your underwear feeling your wet fabric first.

You shiver when his fingers brush against your slit and as soon as he feels how soaked you are, he smiles widely leaning in to kiss you again. “So wet..” he hums before pulling his warm fingers away to pull down your underwear completely.

So having seen and felt enough, Yoongi unbuckles his pants and lets them fall to his knees. You can see the outline of his hard cock tugging at his boxers. He finally removes his boxers and his cock springs out, precum already leaking in anticipation. If being completely sober you would be more embarrassed of the situation, but your mind is to clouded by lust and warmth that you can take in his body completely.

He moves closer towards you once more, pressing himself firmly against you so that you're able to see every inch of him pressed against your stomach. "Mmmh...you like what you see?" he asks softly, as he wraps his hand around his cock.

You nod, a little to quickly as you watch him with pleading eyes. He smirks at your needy gaze, his hips moving into his hand involuntarily as he rubs his hand over your thigh.

Feeling your heat, he leans forward and kisses you, deepening the kiss as he slides his hands up your thighs to your hips. He squeezes them tightly, holding you in place as he slowly rubs himself against your entrance. He places one hand behind your neck while the other holds your hip firmly, gently pushing his cock inside you. You gasp loudly from the sudden pressure, but Yoongi only grins widely as he begins thrusting his hips slowly.

He lets out a grunt as he slowly pushes his painfully hard cock inside you, “So tight.. So wet..” he practically growls at the feeling of your warmth.

Your eyes shut tightly as he continues to slam his cock against your walls as he grips your hip tightly with both hands. “Look at me when I fuck you, Y/N..” he says in a demanding tone making you moan loudly in response your eyes fluttering open to look at him and you can admit it’s a beautiful sight. Never had you thought you’d be getting fucked by a famous idol like this, but now that it was happening you might as well take in all the sights.

“Fuck..that’s right..” he mumbles in a rough voice as he grips your hips tightly, his muscles tensing with every thrust he makes. It doesn’t take long after that till you’re clenching around him, moaning loudly as he drives you to a much needed orgasm that fills you with ecstasy.

His breathing becomes heavy too, sweat dripping off his forehead as he continues pounding. "Good girl..." He whispers huskily before kissing you passionately again.

In one swift motion he takes both hands and grips your hips tightly, lifting you up and off of the couch so he can sit down instead and places you on top of his lap still keeping himself buried deep within you.

Once comfortable sat up against the couch, he starts to move inside of you once again, starting off slow before speeding up. His thrusts are rougher than before, his hips slamming into yours as he holds your tightly to keep you in upright on his lap.

His thrusts become more needy and sloppy, causing you to bounce back and forth across his lap as he grunts softly as he feels himself getting close. He leans forward, holding onto your waist for support as he begins moving faster and harder, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside you until he finally releasing all of his hot cum inside of you.

The two of you stay like that a for a little, his warm cock buried deep inside of you as you try to steady your breathing.

Once Yoongi sees your breathing start to slow and you begin to come down from your high, he shifts his position so his laid down on the couch and you’re on top of his chest.

Your eyes flutter close shortly after, and when they finally open back up in the morning, Yoongi is gone.

Leaving you alone with the gruesome realization of how big of a mistake you’ve made.

Oᵤᵣ Bᵢg Bₐby / BTS OT7

Masterpost

➭genre: little space, age regression, fluff, caregivers bts, little reader, maybe some of the members can be littles to idk, sfw, hurt/comfort, mostly no plot

➭warnings: mentions of baby supplies, lots of pet names, mentions of pee, really if you don’t like little space just don’t bother

➭note: this is mostly gonna be drabbles and requests so if you like my writing style and want to see something don’t hesitate to ask♡

comfort blanket

someone bothers you

I forgot what month it is so i immediately got jumpscared this morning😭

happy kinktober

jimtober season ayyy

Victory | namjoon

➭ summary: in which Namjoon is a wolf hybrid who has a dark past with humans that ultimately landed him in a boxing ring, so he tries his very hardest to hate every single one of them. Even his mate, who happens to be a human nurse who works for the boxing ring. But everything changes when he finds you bleeding out with marks all around you..

➭genre: hybrid x reader, drabble, angst, mate au

➭warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of killing, he gets protective real quick, hybrid abuse, a couple had words, the ending…

➭note: finals week Tuesday. i hate everything

“You’re winner, by knockout. RM!” Muffled cheers filled his stiff bloody wolf ears as the announcer dramatically swung his arm in the air.

No one cared about the other unconscious hybrid who was in a pool of his own blood on the other side of the cage. RM didn’t either. It wouldn’t be the first time he would have killed someone in the ring. The only thing he cared about was victory. The victory that would land him dinner and a day off.

Despite it being in his stage name, RM wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t always like this. He used to care about other things before he was shoved into the cage. Forced to entertain and damage himself and other for human entertainment.

RM spit out a wad of blood that had gathered in his mouth. He didn’t smile at the cheers, because they weren’t necessarily for him. It was for the people who had won money from bets.

“Alright let’s go.” A nasty shriveled male voice told him over the screams as he was yanked by the air and dragged by two men with vest and face masks to his room.

RM thought they were bold for their harsh movements. He had just beaten a lion hybrid to a plump, surely he could take them out. They should respect him. But the taser had boosted their ego. Tasers did damage, especially after a bloody match. That was the only thing stopping RM from clawing their face off as they shoved him in his small room.

Unlike when he lost, he was put in a room with lights. There was a semi-comfortable bed and old tv. That’s what winners get. A bed, tv and dinner. Losers get a dark black cold space where you sit and are placed on a list till a nurse sees you.

Since this was RM’s fifth win in a row he was placed higher on the list and his nurse came only thirty minutes later.

He could smell you as you came down the hall. Your calm and sweet scent filled his nostrils rather quickly. It always stood out from the other nurses. One of the reasons were that unlike you, other nurses hated treating such a beast like himself. They always smelled nervous and afraid.

Of course another main reason was that your scent was stronger than anyone else’s to him. Simply because you were his mate. There was no other way around it. His wolf had practically screamed it at him the first time you came to treat him. He’d never forget the upset and startled look on your face when he had suddenly jumped away from you with a growl.

You didn’t treat him that day, but he made a promise to never frighten you again. Instead he’d stay still while you treated him, answering your questions about his lungs or feet when you needed him too. It started a habit of you blabbering to him, either about his match or things on your mind. Human Namjoon wouldn’t admit it, but something inside calmed him whenever you spoke. There was a sense of calmness from you that transferred to him whenever you talked for to long.

Which was exactly what you did the minute you entered the room.

“Good evening, Namjoon.” You said with a sweet voice as you peeked your head through the door. Once you saw his familiar muscular build you came in, shutting the door.

He silently bowed to you, something in him telling him to be respectful. Like everyone else you had a taser on you but never used it. For you, it was as if it wasn’t attached to your hip. And unlike everyone else, you didn’t call him RM. You called him his actual name. How you found out he didn’t know.

“Congrats on the win.” You said once your light body hit the edge of the bed. “I heard a bunch of people doubting you. That you could never get up to five wins in a row, especially against a lion hybrid.” Your voice was mocking as you playfully rolled your eyes at whoever you were talking about.

“But I didn’t doubt you..” there was proudness in your tone and your words made him tense. He shouted at his wolf not to dance because of your praise. “You know you could beat the record for most wins in a row. It’s only seven.”

It was always weird how you were so comfortable about the fact that he almost tortured people for a living. So comfortable around him when he had almost killed a man a half hour ago.

He always wondered how you got yourself mixed into the mess. You could have been a doctor with your skills. So why weren’t you?

He tried not to dwell to much on you. Caring for humans almost killed him. He couldn’t make the same mistake, even if you were different.

“I can’t believe they haven’t gotten you your dinner yet.” You stated as you treated his knuckles. He didn’t flinch at the alcohol that poured onto his cuts before your wrapped it.

“Anything hurt? Teeth? Lungs? Feet? Legs? Tail?” You asked him routinely as you held up a water bottle. Without asking, Namjoon opened his mouth as you poured the water into his mouth. He stared at you curiously as you filled some water in his mouth before stopping.

He didn’t swallow it, swishing the water around his sore mouth before spitting it into a plastic cup that you were now holding. Water and a bit of blood came back.

“No pain.” He spoke for the first time, his voice coming back rough and deep as you hummed. “That’s a relief.” You whispered and he looked down, trying to keep his emotions in check. Why did you care so much about his condition? Probably because he was making you money no less.

“I’ll cry the day you break a bone.” You huffed and his ears twitched. You had been saying things that hinted you cared about him lately. He didn’t believe you, not for a second. But it still caught him off guard. And somehow, he did not like the thought of your beautiful doe eyes being red from crying. He’d have to be extra careful.

“Why would you cry?” He couldn’t help but ask. You were a nurse for God’s sake. You even treated the people he beat. Why would him breaking a bone be so horrible?

“I don’t know, I’ve never been good with seeing friends or people I know hurt. My dad came home with a broken leg once and I almost threw up.” You answered unfazed by his sudden interest. But this made him more curious. Friend? Were they friends? Maybe he was overreacting.

You talked about your dad sometimes. Not a bunch but more than you talked about your mother, which surprised him since you were so girlish and respectful. Who taught you that if not a mother?

“This’ll hurt.” You state before putting some alcohol on a cut that was on his forehead. It stung a little, but he didn’t flinch. He just watched your concentrated face as you worked your magic. He could admit that you were pretty, but even pretty humans couldn’t be trusted.

“I don’t know why but, I feel more comfortable around you than the other hybrids. Like, warm and fuzzy.. Is that weird?” You suddenly spoke as you planted a small bandaid on the cut.

Namjoon didn’t answer, instead he just looked away shamefully. No, it wasn’t weird. It was because they were mates. They were bonding. Namjoon had let his guard down and bonded with his human mate.

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Two days later, he got his sixth win.

There were louder cheers when he won this match. He could tell people were getting more hype the more he fought. Your words came back to him. The thought of beating the record on everyone’s minds. The bullied rookie no longer stood. People no longer booed when he won. They screamed and blasted confetti. He didn’t know why, but he had become a fan favorite.

But still, you were his biggest fan of them all. You practically came skipping into the room forty minutes after the win. He could smell your excitement down the hall, but something else he could sense in your smell.

Another hybrid. Male. Lion.

His wolf hated it. He hated it. The smell made his nose burn and the thought of some other hybrid being all over his mate made his jaw clench. Especially a Lion.

“Good evening, superstar.” You greeted him with a smile, despite his nasty expression. “Everyone’s talking about you breaking the record. No pressure but I’d be big if you do. Just one more and you’ll tie and that’s already a huge accomplishment.” You we’re quick to ramble this time as you sat at the edge of the bed.

He hesitated to meet you at the edge like usual. He’d go crazy if he smelt more lion. You noticed and frowned as you looked at him with a confused expression.

“You stink.” He answered your wordless question with in a rough and disgusted tone. He could fight through a lot of things (literally) but not this. It was actually starting to make him ill in the chest.

“I took a shower this morning..” you mumbled to yourself taking your confused eyes away from him to look down at your visible skin.

You wore a tight pink shirt and paired it with a medium length white skirt that somehow wasn’t stained. A skinny black belt held it all together that matched the flats you wore. No wonder a lion had scented you. He bit the inside of his injured cheek in rage. Someone had marked you their territory.

“No. Like lion.” He clarified in a deep voice. He couldn’t let you be walking around here with everyone thinking you belonged to someone you didn’t.

“Oh.” You chirped as if suddenly realizing something. You had forgotten hybrids keen sense of smell. “Jay was extra close today..” you uttered. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Extra close his ass. He seemed to be all over you.

“If it bothers you that much…you have permission to scent me.” You suddenly offer in a low voice as he watched blush creep up to your cheeks. He doesn’t know why you offered, or how you even know that’s what he wanted to do. But he doesn’t take a second to think about it.

He scoots himself so his directly behind you while you’re at the edge of the bed. He wraps his arms around you and settles his interlocks hands on your stomach. He hesitates before taking in the little of your original smell that he can sense before planting his face on your neck.

He sits there for a while. He can obviously feel how nervous you had become so he takes a while to let you cool down. He lets himself get lost in the warm feeling of holding you like a mate should. He gets lost in the fantasy that maybe things can work. And when he notices that you’ve calmed down too, he begins to nuzzle his face into your neck.

He can sense how shy your getting but he moves slow not going lower than your shoulders until he finally forced himself to move away.

What the fuck was he doing? Snuggling up to some human girl he didn’t even know. Human girls like you abused him every chance they got. Did he forget about the taser locked to your side. How could his wolf betray him like this? How could he put himself in danger? You worked for the boxing ring that abused his kind. As sweet and innocent as you seemed, you couldn’t be that innocent.

He sat there in silence for the rest of the check up in silence. For the first time he didn’t listen to you rambling about the match or your childhood stories.

He was trying to fix the damage he had caused.

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Two days later he got his seventh win in a row.

He knew you would be thrilled and despite everything, he was looking forward to your praise. He knew you would be proud of him, even if he didn’t officially past the record yet.

At one point in the match he started fighting for you rather than his survival. His mind was stuck on you the entire match. Once he felt like he was losing, he thought about how disappointed you would be in him. How much you were rooting for him and wanted him to succeed. How much he needed to see you happy again. That was enough to have him win the match.

And when his opponent had the audacity to land a punch on his stomach… He killed him.

And like any other time. He didn’t care. He cared about the victory. And he would do it again if he had to.

He was so wrapped up in his own mind that he hadn’t realized a unfamiliar person had made their way to his room until the person knocked on the door.

His body stiffened.

You never knock on the door. You poked your head through first, but never full on knocked. He always wondered why you don’t. It was almost like you knew that he knew about your presence.

Something snapped in him when he realized your sweet scent was no where to he found. Instead someones terrified scent replaced you and it made him crazy. He knew your schedule. Including you, there were only three nurses. You worked the days he fought, another nurse worked the days he didn’t. And another nurse for the weekends.

You were scheduled today so where were you? He asked himself angrily.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked in a firm and deep voice. Not giving the person any permission to enter.

“I-I don’t know. She didn’t show up today.” The female voice answers in a shaky tone. This doesn’t make him any less angrier or anxious. “I’m subbing till she shows up.”

You were missing. You had disappeared and instead of looking for you they replaced you with some weak idiot. He quickly got worried and protective. Wherever you were you needed to get found now. And he wasn’t counting on humans to find you. With their horrible sense it would take days to find you and he wasn’t willing to go that long without knowing you were okay. Not after he let his wolf bond with you.

Despite it being forbidden to leave the room, and he would most liking be spotted by the hundreds of cameras he quickly decided he had to find you himself. He didn’t care about the victory anymore. He didn’t care about breaking the record. He cared about you.

He stood up from the bed and it was easy for him to swing open the locked door, not even having to use his claws to tar through the lock. The woman’s eyes widen in shock when his tall huff figure was suddenly in front of her.

“Use that taser and your dead by the time the buzzing stops.” He threatens her with a low and assertive tone. He doesn’t give the poor nurse time to reply. He knew he scared her enough and with how shaky her hands were she would probably miss him anyways.

Now, he just had to find you before they found him.

Despite it being one of the biggest illegal hybrid boxing organizations, the building was small. There were three levels, the main level, the security/employee level and the basement. The basement consisted of the loser rooms and mostly plumbing and electrical wires. The security system and employee work stations were the highest level. The main level consisted of the main area and the winner rooms.

And then there was outside.

Somewhere Namjoon and the other prisoners were forbidden. It was impossible to make it outside anyways. The guards that had guns instead of taser, combined with the electric fence made it clear that anyone who tried to escape would be dealt with.

Namjoon had heard many stories about great fighters who died trying to escape. The place made hybrids insane. But the only thing that seemed to make Namjoon insane was the fact that you were missing. He would step outside if you were there.

Namjoon had just gotten done searching most of the first floor when he smells it. Your scent. It’s faint and sour but it’s you. Something in him tells him to follow it.

Now, it’s a race. A race for Namjoon to find you before they capture him. Because he knows that by now they have noticed him frantically searching everywhere for you on the camera. A huge wolf hybrid roaming around was sure to catch eyes.

He follows the scent, desperate to find out what was wrong and it leads him to the basement. This was his least favorite place to be, but he quickly enters anyways.

There’s an open hallway that leads to the loser cage, and to the right leads him to all the plumbing. Despite how horrible it smelt, your scent got stronger.

His ears perk when he can now smell blood in your scent. Pools of blood. Your scent isn’t just sour anymore, he can smell your fear. It was so strong it felt like your scent was calling out to him.

He quickly changes his pace from speed walking, to fill on sprinting down the hallway and to the right. The plumbing room is more like a corner it’s so small, so he quickly sees your bloody figure laid flat on the floor.

His face turns red as his heart thumps and for the first time in years he’s feels like he might die. He can barely breathe and his body becomes shaky.

He quickly runs to you, plopping down on his knees and taking you in his lap. He can see your face now, which is dangerously pale and filled with scars and bruises.

You can barely lift up your eyes to look at him, but when you do a small painful smile makes it’s way to your face. “Joon…” you manage to say in a shaky voice.

“Who did this? I need a name, a species, a smell for fucks sake.” He growls and he doesn’t realize he is in tears till one falls on your face.

“Please, don’t do anything crazy.” You plead when you see the absolute rage and heartbreak expression on his face, his hands wrapping around you tighter as he holds you close.

“I have already,” he states again to your confused face and he swallows a lump in his throat before answering. “I accepted you as my mate.” He reveals with a shaky voice.

Your eyes widen and you slowly lift up your hand to caress his face and wipe his tears. He grabs your hand, bringing it to his chest. “So tell me, who did this to you so they can hurt as much as they hurt us.” He says again and you open your mouth to reply to him but something behind him quickly steals your attention.

You let out a gasp as your eyes widen and filled with terror. Just as he realizes a bunch of heavy footsteps have made their way into the small space you yell.

“No, wait! Please! He didn’t do it—!“

Before you can explain and anyone can take in your words, three tranquilizer darts are suddenly shot into Namjoon’s back.

His body stills and tenses up before his eyes roll to the back of his head and he collapses into your blood pool.

Your cries are the last thing you both hear before the world turns black and cold.