Me: *crying*

me: *crying*

Show me the money season 9

-Vernon wins with his hit “pull the wax strip with the mc donalds fully loaded” -Grandpa Tablo still tries to win Giriboys heart -Giriboy changed his name to giriman and is now a judge -Rap monsters son lil monster makes a appearance -Also illionaires next generation dok4 and the loudd -Jay park is no where to be seen. Books say he got too many tattoos. -Haru disses her dad and chooses Girimans team -San E bought some bread for the last supper -Verbal Jint bought the rights for emojis -Loco got eaten bc he was a cinnamon roll, too good and too pure -Mnet changed concept to “show me the cooking” be prepared for season 1 with the special guests Potatoalto and Zicarrot (credit to me and gizi-bae​)

get well soon

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YOONGI X READER SMUT

So yeah, another smut warning. 

It almost fell out of your hand when you heard the door opening. Before you could do anything, though, he saw you. At first, he looked exhausted, but happy to see you, then he looked confused, and lastly, he looked disappointed. You sighed, flicking the cigarette butt off the balcony and followed him as he walked away from you.

“Please don’t be mad,” you whined, wrapping your arms around him from behind as he stood at the bathroom sink, washing his face.

“I’m not mad,” he said, shaking his head slightly. You could feel a ‘but’ coming though. You placed your forehead on his shoulder blade and waited. “But,” he sighed. You almost grinned out of triumph of knowing him so well. “I’m just… disappointed,” he said, walking away from you.

You stayed in place at the bathroom sink, not knowing what else to do. “Yoongi,” you say, following after him eventually. He ignored you as he poured himself a glass of water in the kitchen. “Yoongi, please,” you whispered, hating the fact that he’s not happy with you.

“I’ve just – it’s been a really long day and I was planning on coming home and being with you,” he trailed off. You sensed another ‘but’, however you interrupted before he could continue.

“Well be with me then!” you exclaimed. “What do my smoking habits have to do with… us?”

“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, bowing his head and becoming silent. “I can’t lose you, baby.”

“Yoongi,” you whispered. “You aren’t going to lose me. I promise,” you moved closer to him. He finally faced you and you immediately wrap your arms around his torso and pulled him close to your body. “I’ll always be here,” you mumbled into his chest.

“You can’t promise that,” he shook his head. “You can’t,” he repeated. “Especially if you keep smoking!” his voice suddenly got louder, making you take a step back from him. You weren’t scared of him… it was just surprising that he raised his voice. “I’m sorry,” he sighed, taking your hand. “I just – I don’t want to risk seeing you any less than I already do.”

It was true that you didn’t see each other that often. He was always touring, performing somewhere, going to photoshoots or doing promos or something else with the other guys. You hated them a little bit for taking Yoongi away from you so much. But you could never be mad because he loved what he did and he loved those boys. And you do, too. They’re like your family.

He pulled you closer with his hand that was holding yours and kissed your forehead. You looked up through your lashes at him and he smiled softly. You leaned up and kissed his lips. At first, it was slow – gentle. But as the kiss went on for longer than you intended it to, he tightened his grip around your waist and kissed you harder. You gasped into the kiss when his hands went under your shirt, his cool hands touching your skin. He took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

“You taste sweet… and like cigarettes,” he mumbled into the kiss.

“M’sorry,” you mumbled in reply, but he just hummed back at you, kissing you deeper. A moan came from deep in your throat when his leg pushed between yours, rubbing against you. He grinned into the kiss.

He pulled back and started kissing down your jawline to your neck where he pecked and nipped with his teeth. You hissed through your teeth when he bit down particularly hard – licking it after, leaving a cool patch on your neck. His hands moved to the back of your legs as he resumed kissing you.

“Jump,” he whispered and you followed the instruction, legs wrapping around his hips and interlocking. You grinded against him and he moaned into your kiss. It was you who grinned this time. You got pushed up against a wall in the kitchen, pressing flush against him and you could feel him getting harder.

“Let’s go to the bed,” you whispered to him and he nodded, carrying you to the queen-sized bed. You always forgot how strong Yoongi was because of his usually-dorky demeanour. You were placed on it, him quickly following and lying on top of you. He straddled you, bringing his hands under your shirt and pulling it off in one go.

“Nice colour,” he whispered as he kissed your stomach up to your bra. “But I think I like it better…” he paused. “On the floor,” he grinned. He reached behind you when you arched your back for him to get easier access. You smiled when he literally threw it across the room.

“Now to get rid of yours,” you said, pushing his shirt over his head. “Better,” you mumbled with appreciation laced in your voice. You started undoing his pants, his heavy jeans coming off before your pyjama shorts. He hummed when his hands rubbed up and down every part of your body. His hands rested on your hips and he kissed you again, deeply.

You moaned loudly when he started sucking on the same already-purple bruise that was forming on your neck. He kept kissing down – down your chest between your breasts and down your stomach until he came to the top of your panties. He grabbed the fabric with his teeth and pulled them down your legs.

“Yoongi, please,” you whispered, feeling uncomfortable with being left like this. He grabbed your legs and leaned forward, his breath fanning over your inner thigh as he slowly pushed them further apart. You gasped when he placed his lips over you, kissing gently before his fingers started rubbing against your already wet clit.

“Mm, baby,” he mumbled, his voice so low it sounded like growl almost. He continued working with his tongue and pushed two fingers into you, making you moan his name out.

“If you keep going like this, I’m gonna…” you trailed off, feeling him slip another finger into you. “I’m gonna…”

“Not yet, baby,” he shook his head, taking his fingers out of you and leaning up to kiss you while reaching to the bedside table. He rummaged through the draw and brought a condom out. You took it out of his hand and quickly opened it. You looked down and pushed his boxer briefs – that showed off everything – off his body. You slid the condom onto him and he moaned a little when you touched him.

Before you take your hand away, you make sure to brush over the head of him. He looks down at you, knowing you did it on purpose and attacked your lips again. His hands were holding himself up and you wrapped your legs around his hips again, pulling him closer to you. His head brushed against you and you moaned.

“Yoongi,” You said, almost like a warning and he grinned. He moved so he was positioned correctly and kissed you deeply as he thrusted deep into you. You moaned out loudly, thinking that Jimin, who lives on the floor below, could probably hear you. You blushed when you thought about that one.

“Say my name, baby,” he whispered into your ear as he continued to thrust.

“Yoongi,” you moaned.

“No, my other name,” he grinned, kissing you again.

“Su-,” you started, but you cried out instead when he moved himself so he could thrust into you deeper. “Suga,” you whimpered and he had a smirk on his face. He continued to thrust, both of you being loud and not-at-all embarrassed by the possibility that the people living in the flats around you definitely know what you’re doing.

When you were reaching your climax, you kissed him desperately, your hands running through his hair. They moved down to his back, digging into him. As soon as you reached you limit, you cried his name out – and his face contorted in pure pleasure as he came.

You were both sweaty and panting when he pulled away from you, getting up and going to the bathroom before coming back over to you. “I don’t think I’ll be able to move tomorrow,” you whispered to him and he let out a throaty laugh.

“Don’t worry,” he shook his head. “You won’t have to get out of bed for a while tomorrow,” he winked and you grinned, kissing his lips before you fell asleep in the bed with him humming into your hair.

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-Admin C :-)