Sidelines Myg (m)

Sidelines ༓ myg (m)

✑ Summary: Best friends since university, Yoongi has always been the first one rushing to your side. But when you fall into his arms after, yet again, another heartbreak, Yoongi reaches his breaking point.

Pairing: best friend!yoongi x fem!reader

AU/genre: angst, smut, fluff, friends2lovers, oneshot

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 3.6k+

Warnings: cursing, impulsive confession, sexual content, also reader's true feelings are left a bit open ended

Sexual warnings: dom!Yoongi, slight brat!sub!reader, unprotected sex (don't follow thier lead!), begging, spanking, penetration, f*ngering, cunn*lingus, t*t play, dirty talk, teasing, pet names (princess), slight degradation (b*tch)

Now playing: Love The Way You Lie, Infinity, Escapism+

A/N: Had this idea for a while so when I tell you I sprinted through this oneshot, I SPRINTED. I had so much fun writing this and it’s def going in my personal favorites even though it may be a bit melodramatic and short. Enjoy! 💞

Yoongi stares at his phone–waiting.

Waiting for your name to pop on the screen.

Waiting for your shaky voice to ring through the phone, asking to come over.

Waiting for you to throw yourself into him in desperation to be held.

It should happen anytime now. Why haven’t you called yet? He’s thinking about making the first move but no. That would look too suspicious.

"Dude, you gotta tell her.” Namjoon looks at his friend with deep compassion. He’s known Yoongi since college. Knows the type of heart he carries in his chest. It’s beautifully devoted, warm, and open. But this time…this time it’s too much.

"It's not my place Joon,” Yoongi rasps. “I made a promise.

Yoongi thinks back to the day he met you. It was a cool autumn morning and you were poking around every brick building, nearly walking in circles. It was clear you were searching for something. Turns out it was the dining hall, which was no easy task to find with the campus being the size it was. You were a transfer student and being a recent transfer himself, Yoongi gladly walked you over. That became the first of many memories you’d share together.

Late study nights where you’d fall asleep on his shoulder. Stealing his sweatshirt with a devious yet playful smile. Always having not one pack of gum, but three in your bag. You loved gum for some odd reason. By senior year, Yoongi missed those days most and he wanted more than anything to tell you that a peice of himself was with you. How could he tell you though when you had begun spending every night with the captain of the hockey team? No, he wasn’t going to get in the way.

But he really should have. Heartbreak number one came when you found out your lovely hockey boyfriend had his tongue down some chick’s throat at a frat party. You’re kicking yourself for ever bawling your eyes over that jerk. Perhaps more pressing however is that Yoongi knew your boyfriend wasn’t a great guy. He even tried dropping hints that you ought to be careful with him but you didn’t listen. Despite everything, Yoongi was still the first to show up beside you that day. You won’t forget it.

Now four years out of university, you have a new man of the year who is, for the first time, genuine. Or at least that’s what you think. Yoongi knows otherwise. Just the other day he overheard said boyfriend planning to break up with you. When Yoongi stepped out to confront him, your boyfriend begged that he be the one to tell you. Yoongi promised he wouldn’t say anything which is what brings him to this very moment now.

"You can't keep doing this,” Namjoon urges. “Being her saving grace, her constant shoulder to cry on. It's not fair especially when–”

"She's my friend. I'd do it for you too."

“Bullshit. You’re still in love with her and she doesn’t even think twice about it. She still thinks of you as her older brother.”

“So let her think of me that way. A friend, an older brother…I can't turn my back on her after all this time. I won't."

“All I’m suggesting are boundaries Yoon. Or better yet, tell her how you feel. You're not turning your back on her by being honest. I see how much it pains you to see her running around with no-good losers every year or two when you’re always right next to her.”

The truth in Namjoon’s words stings, pricks like thorns. Yoongi wishes they didn’t but the tensing of his muscles and the heat steadily climbing the back of his neck were clear signs that he couldn't repulse them.

“It’s too late for–__!”

Yoongi's eyes instantly gravitate to his cell vibrating against the coffee table. He snatches it in seconds, bringing it to his ear.

“Yoongi! I–he….Yoongi he ended it with me," you say, voice cracking. Though not in front of him, Yoongi could see the tears trickling down your cheeks. He could feel the sunkenness deep in your heart. He shared this pain with you many times before and it burned stronger each time. "I'm shocked. I didn’t think…I’m sorry I’m having trouble thinking and–and speaking. Yoongi, please, please can I come over? Or can you come here? I know it's late but I just really need to be with someone right now.”

Yoongi turns his gaze to Namjoon who mouths the words 'don't' but he can't bring himself to agree. It goes against his nature and his devotion to you. Maybe his friend is right and you'll only ever see him platonically. One thing's for sure though–he can't lose you.

"I'll be there as soon as I can. Stay there." Yoongi grabs his keys off the kitchen counter and bolts out the door.

"That jerk!" You splash cold water on your face, hoping it will clear your mascara-smudged face. Yoongi was about to come over and you looked like an absolute wreck. He couldn't see you like this again.

Quickly, you rush to your dresser and pull out a less wrinkled t-shirt and lounge pants. You head downstairs next to tidy up the space. You may or may not have had a tiny outrage after your boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, told you he was leaving you. Yoongi couldn't see that either.

While cleaning your eyes prick with tears again. It hadn't registered to you now but there were reminders of your ex everywhere. Little gifts he'd given you. Pictures of the two of you on random excursions. How could he do this to you? You harden your face and stomp to the kitchen, searching for something big and black.

You start tossing everything in the garbage bag. Pictures, cards, trinkets, stuffed animals–it all went. And it felt good. It dried your tears. As you make your way around the room, you're suddenly stopped in your purge. A small smile breaks on your face when you see the gift Yoongi got you for graduation. It was a double picture frame with a vibrant orange leaf sealed inside. One photo was of you and Yoongi the first year you'd met. The other was the two of you on graduation day. Yoongi put this together to commemorate your friendship. He's still your day one, you sigh. Four years and he's still here to help you pick up the pieces.

"___!"

Thumpthumpthump

"It's me, open the door," Yoongi gruffs from the hallway. You drop the garbage bag and immediately stride over. You pat yourself down before letting him in.

"Yoongi, hi."

Yoongi takes your invitation and paces inside. "Bit of spring cleaning __?" Of course the garbage bag is the first thing he sees. You fiddle with your hands unsure what to say. "I'm sorry ___. He didn't deserve you."

You bury your face in his shoulder, biting back the growing temptation to cry. Yoongi brings you into a closer embrace. His arms hold firmly around your own shoulders. "Thank you for coming. I know it's late so I understand if you can't stay long."

"I'm here as long as you need." Yoongi pauses, recalling your brief conversation earlier on the phone. "You know you can cry around me ___."

"I'm f–"

"Fine?" Yoongi loosens his grip to look at you. "The clothes, the dried tears, the giant garbage bag in the living room? Needing someone to be here because you don't want to be alone tonight. What part is fine? Because I'm not. Neither are you." His thumb gently strokes your shoulders, soothing your tensed muscles. "So if you need to cry, yell, whatever. Do it."

Wetness caresses your cheeks again and this time you don't wipe them away. "Why does this keep happening?" Your voice cracks as you peer into your best friend's eyes. "They never love me. No one ever does."

His dark eyes soften and you nearly see them glass over through your own tear-filled eyes. You search Yoongi's face for a response but all Yoongi can hear is the echo of Namjoon's words – "All I’m suggesting are boundaries Yoon. Or better yet, tell her how you feel. You're not turning your back on her by being honest. I see how much it pains you to see her running around with no-good losers every year or two when you’re always right next to her".

Yoongi is silent for a moment, mauling over what his friend said. You see him hesitating for the first time in a while. "So–so why do you choose them?" He chokes.

You're a little stunned. This isn't how this usually goes. If you didn't know any better you'd think there was an accusatory tone in your best friend's question. It's unnatural and you're slow to reply.

"Because..."

Yoongi stands still, concentrated on you.

"I don't know. Because they seem kind? And I want to give them a chance."

That's it? Yoongi isn't sure he's hearing you right. Surely there would be more to it. He expected so. Before he's able to retract the words they're already out. "Then what am I? I've never had a chance."

Reflexively, you push away from him. No. No this isn't happening. You must have misheard. "What do you mean?"

"From someone, I mean. No one ever given me the chance to be with them like that so you're very...uh very open." Lies. You're lying again, Yoongi thinks. But look how she broke away from you?

"Oh, I thought you meant...."

You know what? Screw it. Namjoon's right–"You're not turning your back on her by being honest".

"I did." He clenches his fists. "I meant it exactly how you interpret it. I–I love you. And if it isn't love it's damn close."

Your heart drops, mind scatters in twisted directions. You've heard of friends growing feelings for each other before but you never thought–why now? After four years of being next to each other and going out with all those guys. Why didn't he say anything? And when did it happen? Did he always feel this way? Oh my god.

"Sorry, I panicked," Yoongi continues. "But those guys you go out with? They don't care about you like I do. Every time they hurt you it makes me want to scream 'I'm here if you see us as anything more'. But I'm terrified to lose you ___. That's why I kept it to myself."

"Yoongi I–I don't know if..." You stop seeing his heavy eyes. You don't want to break his heart but you can't tell what you're feeling. You never took the time to think of him in these terms. But one thing was for sure. You walk up to Yoongi and take hold of his hand. "You'll never lose me. Do you hear me? You're my best friend and I could never let you go."

"But did you hear me?" Yoongi squeezes your hand. "I love you ___. I don't expect it to be reciprocated so...."

"We can try." Without thinking you close the distance between your best friend. You move to press a soft kiss to his lips but Yoongi lunges backwards.

"Please don't," he says. "You don't need to force yourself ___. I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything. It wasn't supposed to be about me tonight, I'm sorry."

"Don't say that. This is about us now, our friendship. I'm glad you told me and to be honest, I'm not saying no. I'm saying we can try."

Yoongi sighs and leans on the back of your couch, arms crossed and eyes downward. "You just got out of a relationship ___."

"Yeah so? We were only together for a few months. I don't even think I loved him."

"But you could have with more time."

You join Yoongi next to the couch. "I mean sure maybe if he didn't break up with me."

"___. Don't you see?" Yoongi turns his face towards yours. "We've had four years together. I don't want you to try to love me, I want you to love me naturally. Like I do. And if, after four years you don't then I don't want to put that kind of pressure on you."

"You're not pressuring me to do anything. You've always been there for me through everything and i care very deeply for you. Maybe I haven't thought of you as more than a friend because I didn't let myself to. Maybe I was too caught up in everyone else that I just..." You pause, setting a hand on his shoulder.

"What if we try and nothing changes? Or something happens and we break each other," Yoongi interrupts. "We'll never recover."

"Do you have that little faith in us?" You place a hand on his other shoulder, turning his whole body around. "Because I don't. Perhaps you're right that something might happen that makes things complicated. But I know we won't let it get out of hand. In fact, something beautiful might come out of this. Don't you want to find out?"

He does. Of course, he does. But was this how you really felt? "You were really upset earlier," he says. "I don't want to cloud your judgment, especially after what happened."

You lean into him closer, lips hovering over his. "I don't care about that anymore. All I care about is my best friend and I really, really want to give this a chance."

Yoongi searches for any hesitation. It's hard to do when you're mere inches from him. He's tempted to lean forward and close the distance completely– to say yes. So you do it for him.

You weave your hands through Yoongi's silky dark hair and press a firm kiss to his lips. He's disoriented at first but like a tidal wave, everything he's been holding back rushes out as he moves harder against you. You feel his hands travel down to the small of your back and snake around your waist. A tongue finds its way inside your mouth next. It dances with yours in a fiery passion. Your body burns up with every touch, every kiss. It's a foreign feeling but you welcome it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Yoongi murmurs.

You give a faint smile and take his hand. "There's no one I'd rather do this with." You guide him down the hall and into your bedroom. Yoongi pulls you into another kiss, this time resting a pair of cool hands underneath the fabric of your t-shirt. You moan softly into the kiss and pull the t-shirt over your head.

"I'd tell you that you look beautiful but you already know that." Yoongi traces up your sides and along the band of your bra. It tickles for a moment but then you remember who you're with, where you are, and what you're doing.

"Not so fast," you pull back from his grasp and eye his covered chest. Yoongi picks up on your signal and rids himself of his shirt, revealing his smooth, tan torso. You've seen him shirtless before but when did he get so muscular?

With lust-blown eyes, you're pushed on your back next, sinking into your mattress. Yoongi hovers above you. A light peck is placed on your collarbone before moving to the valley between your neck and shoulder.

"Yoongi."

"Mm?"

"How long have you loved me?" Yoongi open-mouth kisses the ridge of your neck. You close your eyes, anticipating his response. "When did you know?"

"Last year of university when you started going out with that jackass on the hockey team." Yoongi lifts his head from your neck and looks at you. "What did you ever see in him? I thought you said you give the kind ones chances, not asses like him."

You nibble on your bottom lip and wrap your arms around his neck playfully. "Oh no, him? He was just hot. I wasn't really thinking very much when we got involved...if you know what I mean?" You raise an eyebrow but yelp when Yoongi digs his hands behind you to unhook your bra. He snaps the lacy fabric off the rest of your body and throws it on the ground.

"Yeah?" Yoongi gruffs. Well, who's little bitch are now? Answer me." He gives your left nipple a tug. You feel a wetness gather between your legs but it wasn't from the stimulation of your nipple. It was his tone, his demeanor. Yoongi never talked like this and it made all the hairs on your body stand.

"Are you–jealous?"

"Wrong answer princess." Yoongi pinches your nipple again. "I'll ask you again, who's bitch are you?"

"No ones." You flip the man over and straddle his waist. "Who's bitch are you?"

Yoongi growls and gives you a hard slap on your ass. When you let out a moan, the man underneath goes feral–riveting with desire. You're thrown on your back again with legs spread apart. Yoongi waits for your nod before yanking your pants off, along with your panties. He does the same to himself, cock hardening in your view. Fuck, you curse to yourself. You had no idea what he was packing until now.

Yoongi settles between your thighs and stares you dead straight in the eye. "We're gonna have a little competition princess. I'm gonna eat you out and if you finish without begging to have my cock then I'll be your bitch. Deal?"

You swallow hard and nod. Who knew your best friend was this nasty. "Deal," you reply, widening your legs. Yoongi smirks and runs a cool finger along your slit. You feel the pit of your core tighten upon contact but keep a straight face. "I thought you were eating me–fuck!"

Yoongi pushes in, breaching your walls as far as he could with his finger. He adds a second in after two pumps, focusing on your reaction. "There's something you should know ___." He begins circling his thumb on your clit, causing your head to throw back in the process. "I don't like brats. So if this was any other time, I'd probably already be fucking your tight, wet pussy. But it's our first time together." Yoongi retracts his fingers instantly, soaked with your cum. "I'll go easy on you."

"Shit." You claw at the sheets. Yoongi licks a long stripe up your folds, dipping between ever so often just to see your hips jolt. His hands dig into your inner thighs, driving your senses wild. "Ah! Yoongi!"

"Need to come princess?"

You struggle to reply, bringing a hand up to latch on his hair. "I–ah–I'm not even close-close yet!"

Hearing your response, Yoongi thrusts his fingers back in, creating a steady rhythm with his tongue. "Fuckfuckfuck!" you curse, knot twisting inside you. You feel Yoongi smirk that same cocky smirk from earlier as he continues eating you out. "Yoongi, I'm close now!"

"Are you? Beg for my cock and I'll let you come."

What the actual fuck? "You're such-ah-a cheater! Well I'm not gonna–fuck! Please, please I need to come."

No response.

"Okay...okayokay. Please, Yoongi, can I have your cock?" You immediately come, tightening your hold on his hair. "Oh my god Yoongi, you're so evil fuck!" You give him a slap on the chest once you release. Yoongi grins down at you and catches your wrist.

"Who's bitch are you?" Slowly, he crawls further up your body, pinning your arm above your head. He grabs your other arm and places it on top of the other. "Are you really not gonna say it?"

"Yours. I'm yours, Yoongi."

"Damn straight you are. Now keep them there." He squeezes your wrists together before placing his hands on either side of your head. He bends down and gives you a passionate kiss. "You really are beautiful ___. Are you still sure you wanna do this?"

"Please."

Yoongi caresses your check, aligns himself with your entrance, and pushes in. Your mouth falls wide, but nothing comes out for a moment. Once you adjust, you give a slight nod.

"Fuck." Yoongi moves inside you, penetrating through your velvety walls. Your eyes roll upwards as his close shut. "Oh god, Yoongi–faster please," you breathe.

Yoongi pushes deeper in you, his length pulling in and out of your hole at a rhythmic pace. Beads of sweat form along his forehead and your around your neck. You let out a loud moan once feeling the cord within you wind up again. Yoongi soon feels it too, quickening his speed.

"I can't believe we're doing this-ah shit!"

Your hands, struggling to stay down, jolt with every thrust. You look deep into Yoongi's eyes, his staring straight back into yours. You're both grinning too, like idiots really. "Me neither. But I'm glad we are."

Yoongi kisses you again. It's sloppier than before but you couldn't care less. "You're gonna come soon mm? Because I know I am. This pussy is so tight-fuck-it's basically swallowing my cock. Brat like you love this shit don't you?"

You laugh and rustle through his hair but your arm is pinned back down. Yoongi starts moving inside you as fast and hard as he can, breasts bouncing against his muscular chest. He so close and so are you. "Asked you a question princess."

Your back arches as he fucks into you. "Yes-yes we do! Fuck, I'm gonna come. If it doesn't happen now it'll–"

"Come for me __." Yoongi pushes himself into you one last time before both of you finish, gasping for breath. You feel his length pull out of you shortly after.

Side by side now, hot and sweaty, Yoongi looks at you. "What the fuck did we just do?"

You grin and leap on part of his chest. "We're giving us a chance."

"By starting with sex?" Yoongi throws an arm around you. "Let's do this properly and go on a date tomorrow."

You giggle and bury your head in his shoulder. Goof. Maybe, this does have a real chance of working out. "Okay," you whisper.

A/N: Thanks for stopping by! As always, lmk your thoughts. See ya! 💞

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Snowed In

Best Friend!Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Best Friends To Lovers, Huddle of Warmth, Domestic!AU, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Mega Fluff, Marking, Impregnation Kink, Thigh Slapping, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Possessive!Hoseok, Ab Worship, Fellatio, Face Fucking, Belly Bulge, Multiple Orgasms, Doggy Style, Spanking, Cream Pie

WordCount: 15k

A/N: Okay! MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS! I’m super super lucky to have all of my darlings in one collab with me! Always a shoutout to my loves @ladyartemesia​, @ppersonna​, @xjoonchildx​ and @underthejoon​ for rooting me on always! Shout out to @hobi-gif​ for beta-ing it and literally helping me learn English lmfao. My other loves @snackhobi​ and @yeojaa​ rooted on the idea for this fic and helped me flesh things out and I’m so lucky I’m constantly surrounded by such amazing people!

Seasons for most people inspire and bring delight with every change of color on leaves in high up trees. Yet with you, you always hated all the seasons and everything they stood for. Until you met him. Or let him in anyway.

It sounds corny and ridiculous. It probably is.

People always deemed you cold hearted or uncaring and it was all true. But he brought love to your heart. He made colors brighter. He made the world seem bigger and better than you ever noticed before.

He was always around, even if you didn’t want him to be. You had some friends from childhood that insisted on keeping him around. He was kind and eager with everything that he did. And it annoyed the ever living crap out of you.

But you slowly opened up that iron cage around your heart and let him in. Even if it took him ages for you to let him in, he was determined.

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“- you make me hard..”

bf!Jungkook ## chubby!reader (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

Mature warning: none ! Jungkook constantly wants to please you to show you how much he loves you. And he excessively hate it when you hate your body when there's so much to love ! He doesn't care if you don't work out or lay lazily on the sofa. But if you do workout he wants you to do it because you want it. Not what others want. Not me making a run down on our prince charming since there's no warning. Bye bye !!

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— 888 The warm of the blankets coated your backside and you layered yourself on top of them. Since last night, things have been hard for you. It was summer, the season of bikinis. And you..? You only wore onesies, you didn't wanna have to think about how your body looked like it were suffocating and everyone were laughing at you, and onsies ? They definitely helped with that. You felt tucked and safe in them. But that didn't mean you didn't envy the girls fit enough to wear a two piece and thongs.. so you ordered one.

And it had arrived.

You've never ran to the door so fast after hearing it ding, you even beat Jungkook to it, and he'd been walking himself towards the door as well.

“Woah, babe, what's got you all excited ? What's in the box ?” his eyes scanned your figure leaving up the stairs as he locked the door back before following you. He kept guessing what was in the box, some of his guesses leaving you in a pit of shock.

“anal cream? Toothbrushes, why would you order toothbrushes? we've got a near by store.., a dildo ? or dildos..” he smirked bouncing his eyebrows watching you cut open the box.

“you're not even close koob, just stop guessing at this point.” you chuckled. Peeking into the box you quickly shut it before retreating into the bathroom.

“wha-” Jungkook were frightened by the way you closed the box. “whats in the booxxxx !!” he dragged as he whined walking towards the door only to find out it's locked. “cmon princess, what's the big idea.” a puckered pout befriends his lips

“just wait out there, I wanna show you something! And gimmie your honest reaction.”

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it's been what felt like an hour for Jungkook, and you knew he weren't the most impatient, but you had to check yourself after putting the laced bikini on ( pick any color ). It had little bows caressing the rim of it's band. You had done what seemed like 6, 360's in the mirror before peeking out the door.

“you ready..?” jungkooks face contorted.

“am I ready?? You don't know how long I've been ready for.” he playfully rolled his eyes. Watching your figure step out of the white scaped bathroom. “boner.” you hadn't even fully stood straight Infront of him.

“you haven't even seen it ?!” your brows furrow. you were quite aggravated, you felt sexy, but feeling sexy and looking sexy are two different things. “do I need to !? You make me hard..” his arms reach out for your hips. “peaches, you look really pretty.” he cheesed.

“forreal? Or are you just saying that because I'm your girlfriend.” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“i'm cereal ! (Serious, sorry cereal is just in my vocab for serious..) you look absolutely stunning, do a spin baby.” he chuckled kissing your stomach. you comply.

you could hear him sigh heavily. “dammit y/n.” you turn back around to him trying to read his face, your stomach sinking inside of you. “what..? What's wrong?”

“you just, look so.. edible..” he pauses realizing it isn't like you to wear something as such as this. “why even did you buy a bikini? I thought you didn't like them..”

Your eyes traced themselves along the marble floor. “i.. just thought since I lightened up a little bit I would try it out..?” you conjured up a quick lie, even though you had lost a few pounds. You only were influenced by the media. And Jungkook could read you like a book.

“peaches, what'd I tell you about comparing yourself..?” he gently placed his index and thumb underneath your chin. “what are you talking about, I did just wanna try!” you pout, but he wasn't giving in to the lie you'd depended on. But he'd rather swallow his lecture just for you to feel good.

“okay, but you know you know, you don't have to compare yourself, right? You're the cutest little being I've ever placed my eyes on! I'd rather you be comfortable than trying to beat the media.” his eyes gleamed whilst he threw all the honesty he had at you.

“i know, koobs.. do you really like it? Does it fit well..” you spun once again for him. “have you not figured that out yet? I know you see my boner almost popping out to caress your sweet curves. ” he joked. But you knew he were quite literal.

“i actually don't..” you teased. Hands fondling his locks and his own inked ones traveled around your waist locking you in. You sat on his well built thigh. “then I ought to show you, ain't that right?” your form were held in his arms before he laid you down completely on the bed hovering amongst you.

You felt his manhood tribbing down your leg and he kissed every part of your body. You knew this is what love was. You felt it with him, undying pleasure, while just being with each other, and no judgement. You felt it, only with him.

A grip were held onto your pretty thighs, and a few kisses were planted on your clothed core. “this is a start..” he looks up to you for reassurance and once he got it, there was no stopping him.

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I WANT TO MAKE A SERIES FOR THIS ?! Never have I ever felt so In love with a story so much.

if you couldn't tell by my last two polls I have a undying love with chubby!readers, I fear they don't get enough love from our fic community. It just makes me feel like they read books that make them fit into the structure. And I refuse ! So chubby readers getting a series for my chub princesses !! I love you ALLLL. So much.

I'm stopping myself from writing vampy!reader or vampy!Jungkook because it never wins the polls... ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

Pre reading after I do my morning routine, I got up and went straight to writing for you guys

:((.

“clipped”

summary, you're in yoongis' lab waiting for him to finish up everything for his last song on his upcoming album, but he's lacking in some categories, motivation.

idol boyfriend!yoongi ㅊ girlfriend!reader

WARNING: very mature, couch sex, kissing, choking, smoker yoongi, complaining o/c, yoongis ultimate soft spot for the o/c, o/c initiating sexy smexy time, basically, sex to get yoongis' mind pumping and flowing.

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“yoongs, would you please put that out.” you complained, emphasis on that, indicating you were talking about the bud that's left a stream of smoke behind whenever a puff was taken from it's end.

“please?” you added. knowing that he's been trying to better your manners.

“good. good girl.” he put pressure on the lit end of the cigarette, in return its flames fade.

“thank you..” you loved when he called you that, if you were at home your legs would have been wide open right now. But, since you have a sense of control over yourself you do otherwise. Legs crossed over the other, and a throbbing pussy.

Yoongi, for the past hour, has had no flow on his mind, the combinations of sounds they weren't— let's say, taking up all the space in his body like they usually were and other day. It left him confused and aggravated.

His head sank into the headrest of his rolling chair, causing the seat to dip back at an angle. You lifted your eyes from your phone after hearing the squeak from the chair. You could sense his hard timing and decided to comfort him.

“oh— my baby.. what's up, hm ?” you stood behind his chair, cupping his face.

“nothing, just need a break.”

“really ?, Then what was the heavy exhale you let out not even 2 minutes ago ?” giggling, you scratch the sides of his face, gently.

“sleepy.” he muttered, feeling good even great under your touch.

“wanna come break with mommy ? Hmm? Hmmmm?” you teased, attempting to make him laugh.

“dont call yourself that.” he cheesed, awakening his pretty gummy smile. “weirdo.” he palmed your wrist bringing it towards his lips before placing a quick peck onto it's flesh.

“and yes I wanna take a break with my mommy.” he laughed spinning his chair around to face you; getting up to sit on the black couch that sat in the far corner of his grey studio.

you laughed at his intended use of the nickname you gave yourself a few moments ago; following behind him closely.

“lean on my chest !” you pat at your clothed breasts. “tell me all your woes and worries my baby.”

Yoongi didn't hesitate at all he took any chance he could to get his face buried into your plump breasts all with a satisfied grin.

“my ab-libs.” he spoke

“your ad-libs?” “what about it?”

“its missing something, I know it is, but, I don't know what—” “its so frustrating.” his head rested on your shoulder.

“oh ? Wanna get your blood pumping ? Get that brain working ?” you puckered your lips against his forehead. Suspecting a positive response.

Yoongi, being yoongi, perked his head up immediately with furrowed brows. “what are you inferring?” his mind went completely to the gutter, knowing you and your dirty little mind, how couldn't it.

Without a thought, your lips laced his before quickly pulling away. “now do you g—” you were cut of both your speech but also the space between you and your cat-like lover.

He sloppily kissed your pillowy lips, biting and nibbling at them. His tongue grazed your bottom lip pleading for an entrance, quickly pushing against yours when you gave in.

You were now caged under his structure, he used one of his hands to stay held and the other to roam your body, unbuttoning them while he were at it.

“fuck, yoongi..” he trailed wet kisses down your jawline..to your neck..and lastly your collarbone; pulling off and throwing away the fabric that covered him leverage to your mounds.

“no bra ?..” he exhaled before he dove back into you, kissing around the padding of your nipples before taking one of them into his mouth.

“babe, I don't wanna— foreplay..” you whined skipping over your words.

“no ?” he kissed your bare for the last time before sitting up straight, eyeing you. “gorgeous.. you're so beautiful.”

You sat back, laying flat against the sofa, covering your face. “stop it.” you weren't one for taking compliments well.. even though you loved them, especially from your boyfriend.

he chuckled, “mhm, spread for me, pretty.” you comply at the sound of his belt being removed from his slim waist.

You pulled the end of your skirt up, pushing the already soaked fabric blinding your core to the side.

“baby, youre so pretty..” he pumped himself, scanning your fluffy cunt. “so fucking wet already.” his fingers slid between your gooey folds using some of your wetness as a lube, setting himself up at your entrance.

You faint a whine as if you're begging him. Begging him to relieve you. You wanted him inside. Just as you were about to speak, his shaft filled your mushy walls. The both of you exhale at the pressure it added onto your heat.

“fuck, yoongi..” “feel so good inside me.”

The pale figure scoffed, a smile evident on his features. He was flustered. but the shy demeanor was sure to vanish as soon as he set a pace. You squeezed his cock just right, you were always so tight for him.

“mm, princess, you're so fucking tight for me.” “dewy little cunt.” he growled playing with your clit.

Yoongi pounded into you, like he wanted everyone on the other side of the door to hear your calls of pleasure. That would be if the door of his studio wasn't soundproof.

You loved when he got aggressive, you made all the noise you could for him. Just so he knew how good you felt under his weight.

“yeah, yoongi.. faster ! more.” you shrieked, tears welling up in your eyes. Hands exploring his lower back.

He did everything but what you wanted, you wanted more ? He stopped. Where were your manners. He teased you, rightfully.

“baby ?” you propped yourself up only to see him looking right back at you. “what ? Why'd you stop ?”

“youre to pretty not to use your manners.” a loud slapping noise excerpted from your thigh. “say it, now.”

“please ?..” you shied away, how could he discipline you while pleasuring you.. what a meanie.

“you learn so fast..” he leaned down, hovering over you. Kissing you gently. His hips in motion again at a quickened pace.

“shit..y/n..” he whispered against your mouth. “you sound so fucking pretty.”

“ coming.. gonn' come.” you moaned, nails digging into his back. You felt tense, your clit was throbbing, the pressure build up making you wrap your legs around his waist.

You only got a choked laugh from yoongi, before hearing his breath hitch.. and his breathing fasten.

“come with me, you got it baby..”

he latched his lips with yours again, thrusting himself into your foggy restricted pussy harder than before. Your whines and his groans filled the room.

“gonna fill you up, you want it ? Huh ?”

“yes, yes please !” “wan' it so bad baby..”

it happened quick, he filled your walls, his molecule mixing with yours before you felt the weight on his body directly on yours, he felt like a mess, it's like he dissolved into you.

“felt so good..” you kissed the crown of his head caressing his back.

he hummed, resting his voice a bit. You both fell limp into the couch, it would definitely need cleaning after what you both had done to it.

he pulled his member from inside of you letting your mix of lust drip down your ass. Your whines when he escaped you shot a cord through him.

“damnit ! I should have clipped this.. you would have sounding so good as an extra lib..” “can we go away pumpkin ? Can you handle it ?”

“youre gonna put me moaning in the background of your song ?..”

“it'll be faint. I promise you !” his gummy teeth came to view once again. Making you fully give in.

“great, I'll go get the headset.”

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@sweet-sourhotcoco

@luvshotz

authors note: AHHH IM FINISHED, I dunno if I'm happy or not but it looks good so far :3 ! Gonna let my readers speak for that though.

Baiii !

I also have a new format ! What do you guys think ? Does it look prettier ?

I've never done yoongi before bye.

— my ult hobi fic/drabble recommendation list ׂׂૢ

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ this post is for my personal fav jhs fics💗 i’ve been meaning to make a post like this just for myself to organize them and find easily. this is kinda a mess lol but hopefully it’s of use to someone!

i’ll most likely be updating this masterlist with even more fics because i have SO many.

🎀 = smut, ⭐️ = angst, 🍓 = fluff

perfect distraction — 🎀, daddy!hoseok x sub!reader, office sex @pinkcherrybombs

coffee run — 🎀, daddy!hoseok x sub!reader, car sex around the boys 0_0 @jjungkookislife

<3333 — 🎀, some of my FAVORITE drabbles on this app come from this masterlist (their acc really inspires my writing style) ty for everything @lavishedinjimin

retribution — 🎀, smut, thighfuck, dom!hoseok x bratty!sub reader @kpopfanfictrash

dinner & dessert 🎀, dom!hoseok x sub!reader, sex at his parents house lmao @xjoonchildx

oh, angel! 🎀⭐️🍓, daddydom!hoseok x sub reader, heavy ddlg themes <333 @yoongiofmine

melatonin 🎀, dom!hoseok x brattysub!reader, hobi puts oc to sleep @taeinparis

your body is an artwork 🎀⭐️, softdom!hoseok x sub!reader, body worship & angst @borathae

house rules 🎀, roughdom!hoseok x sub!reader, hobi kills a spider for the first time in his life @noteguk

horny hobi hot takes 🎀🍓, softdom!hoseokie x sub!reader, just some hot takes @kookieswan

checkmate 🎀⭐️, daddyrockstar!hoseok x sub!reader, angst & rough sex @pixieknj

need me 🎀⭐️, sub!reader x yandere!hoseok yummmm, dubcon & triggering themes!!! @borahaerhy

liar, liar 🎀, fuckbuddy!hoseok x sub!reader, cocky mean hoseok @eoieopda

body worshipping 🎀🍓, kinda subby? softdom!hoseok x sub!reader, happy tears @borathae

oiled 🎀🍓, sub!hoseok x dom!reader, puppy play!!! @borathae

fingers 🎀, dom!hoseok x sub reader, hand kink hand kink hand kink @ppersonna

so… i did a thing 🎀, dom!hoseok x sub reader, handcuffs and humiliation <33 @missbickerbocker

anticipation 🎀, daddy!hoseok x sub!reader, ddlg, rich daddy hobi ahhhhhhhh @kookiecrumb

anything 🎀, pleasuredom!hoseok x sub!reader, controlling ocs vibrating panties 😵‍💫 @sailoryooons

snowed in 🎀🍓, dom!hoseok x sub!reader, big impregnation kink and creampie @untaemedqueen

ask and you shall receive 🎀⭐️, slow burn series, sugar daddy!hoseok x sub reader @floralseokjin

so needy for me . . . my pretty baby

“so needy for me . . . my pretty baby”

getting severe brain rot from thinking all too much about being needy and greedy for jk’s fingers >.< whimpering and gasping as he finger fucks you ruthlessly… oh dear

so picture this vivid image — you straddling jk’s lap while riding his tattooed fingers in his bed, grinding your hips against him while you ride his slender digits. a hand with bare skin sneaks up to your breast to fondle them, pinching and rubbing at your stiffened dark nipples. “the sounds your pussy makes is so.. fucking sexy” he praised, listening to the wet squelchy tones your cunt makes; lifting his head up to see your body tense and quiver above him. you bring your hand to your clit for more stimulation, rubbing the nub in circles viciously. he already has two fingers pumped inside you but you were feeling extra greedy for your man tonight. “more” you yelp “wan’ more please!” on the verge of tears, begging to receive what you so desperately want. he plays dumb with you though, egging you on to get you more flustered — “more what?” he pants “use your big girl words doll.” he knows exactly what he’s doing. this only causes you to whine more, tears streaming down your blush filled cheeks but you gain no sympathy from the man below you, not even an ounce. “hurry, before i don’t make you cum at all.” his tone was unsparing, dark eyes piercing through you like daggers. you take in a few inhales to catch your breath before telling him what you crave, “your fingers daddy.. give me more please.” his lips crept into a devilish smile and chuckles at your pathetic neediness for him. “is this what you wanted?” without warning, a third finger plunges into your dripping cunt. you scream loud enough the neighbors downstairs could definitely hear, crying out as you hold onto jk’s shoulder to leverage yourself. “such a greedy little girl, you’re so fucking naughty” he groans “so needy for me… my pretty baby.” his voice full of lust and passion, you were losing all sense of control at this point — shakily thrusting your hips to ride out your stampeding high. “gonna cum for me my sweet?” his fingers still skillfully working in you, pushing you to the edge. “yes daddy, cumming— gonna cum!” you were all worked up, sweaty, and dizzy from the ecstasy that shot through you but that pleasure was soon denied from you as jk withdrew his fingers, watching your gushing arousal seep down to your thighs. your mouth is agape, crying and moaning out to him why he did that to you when you were so close. how could he be so cruel like that? again, you are met with that evil smirk and mischievous laugh. “oh honey, this is the only the start of many rounds tonight. i’m going to edge your pretty little cunt for hours, until you physically can’t take it anymore. did i make myself clear enough for you baby girl?” you gulp nervously and nod to show your obedience, “yes. i heard you loud and clear daddy.” he was going to have his entire way with you for the whole night, watching you grow weak and sensitive as he brings you to the peak of your orgasm thinking he’ll finally let you cum but only for him to stop and do it again. you see his methods of foreplay as softcore torture but he sees your cries as the most beautiful thing on earth, a cure that remedies his corrupt, perverted mind.