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Min Fucking Yoongi. A good guy , sure , but a great dealer. Always has weed, it's always good, and he always lets you try it before you buy it. I don't normally go through him because my neighbor grows and if I help trim, I get it at a discount — but, sadly, she’s in-between harvests at the moment. So, I’m forced to go to the next best thing.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: slice of life, dealer to lover, fluff, eventual smut
Tags: Slowupdates, Drugdealer!Yoongi, Weed, Dabs, Cussing, AnxiousReader, Nicknames: Hun, Honey, Baby, Baby girl; ConsentKingYoongi, bitting, bruising, claiming, Taehyung GucciMan, FlirtyTae, Handkink, VoiceKink, Consentkink, Soft-dom!Yoongi, Sub!Reader, groping, hair pulling,soft launch, will edit the tags as I go
a/n: this is just a snippet of this fanfic I'm working on . please like and comment. it is much appreciated
Min Fucking Yoongi. A good guy , sure , but a great dealer. Always has weed, it's always good, and he always lets you try it before you buy it. I don't normally go through him because my neighbor grows and if I help trim, I get it at a discount — but, sadly, she’s in-between harvests at the moment. So, I’m forced to go to the next best thing.
As I get into my car to head to the bank, I think about another reason I don't go through him regularly. Yoongi is too hot for his own good. Every time I get bud from him, I tense up, stutter, and act like an idiot. It's so embarrassing! When I smoke with him, all I can think about are his plush lips wrapping around the joint, blunt, or bowl we're smoking out of.
The only reason I know this man is because of weed. When in-need of some pot one time, I had asked one of my friends if they had anyone around that was good and cheap. I was quickly directed to Yoongi — the "Green King," as he was described to me. The first time I met him I was so shocked by his good looks that all I could do was tell him my name and how much I needed.
After pulling out cash from the ATM, I text Yoongi again, saying I'm on the way. I got an almost immediate message back. "Cool, I'll be waiting."
I sigh; oh, fuck, this dude. Why can’t my brain just work around him? Instead of focusing on how anxious I am, I turn the volume up on my music to try to blast the worries out of my head. A few moments pass before I realize that it's not working, and at this point I was wishing I’d smoked more before I left the house.
Pulling up to his apartment complex, I turn my music down and text him a final "Here", and head up to his level. Once in the lobby, I walk to the elevator and try to breathe calmly. 'Hopefully this is just a quick deal. I'm too anxious over this guy to think straight.' I hop into the elevator when the doors open and press the button for the 7th floor; my phone buzzes in my hand, and I see Yoongi texted back.
"Door's open"
I gulp. 'Come on, Y/N. He's just a normal guy. Who just so happens to be the most handsome dealer you know, and you really wouldn't mind if he held you against a wall, kissed the breath out of you, and then smoke a joint afterwards.' I know that's not gonna happen, but hot damn, a girl can dream. I compose myself before I step out the dinging doors of the elevator, and head to a door that's slightly ajar at the end of the hallway.
As I step up to the door, I can smell the dank coming from behind it. I knock once on the wood frame as I walk in, making a harsh thunking sound. "Hey, what's up?" I say, as I see him sprawled out on the couch, blunt lit in-hand. He looks so good, just sitting there in his black hoodie and NY Yankees baseball hat. Ugh, he's gonna be the death of me.
Yoongi turns his head to look at me with his chocolate brown eyes. He chuckles. "Not much. What's up with you?" He sits up straighter as I round the couch to sit next to him.
"Oh, you know, the usual. Just work, school, and sleep."
"What, really? Nothing lively happening in The World of Y/N?" he says jokingly.
I laugh awkwardly. "No, not really. Not unless you count binging Netflix and getting stoned to the bone." I cringe internally as I realize I really just said 'stoned to the bone' to this man.
He smiles a cute, gummy smile. "Well, I can't say I do more than that myself." He laughs, and takes a hit of the blunt still in his hand; then, he hands the blunt to me. "This is what I got in right now." I take a puff off the lit herb between my fingers. "It's called BIG HITter. I think it definitely lives up to its name." He sits back further, as I take another toke and taste the full earthy, fruity flavor of the bud. I blow out the smoke, and feel a nice buzz start to come over me. "Good shit, huh? " He looks at me knowingly.
"Yeah, it's not bad.'' I hand the blunt back to him, and he takes another hit. I reach for my wallet and take out the $150 I got from the ATM. " I'll take 15 G’s." I hand Yoongi the cash. He folds the money up, puts out the now-roach, and walks over to a small safe in the corner of his living room, resting atop his bookshelf. After putting in a code, he places the money into the safe, and takes out a large gallon bag of weed and a scale.
Yoongi sits back down next to me again, but closer this time. Setting down the scale on the coffee table in front of us, he turns it on and pivots his head toward me to ask, "Got a spare nickel, hun?"
Hun... HUN! Really! I scramble to find one of the coins in my wallet. I think I'm gonna explode, or maybe implode — I don't know, all I can feel is the blood rush to my cheeks as I try to keep calm. Hun, fucking hun is what’s gonna take me out. Ooff, it's a hard-knock life. I find the coin and hold it out for him in my palm. "Uh, yeah, here." He smirks, shakes his head, and takes the nickel from me with his long, graceful fingers. Yoongi then places it onto the scale to make sure the weight isn't off.
It comes out to 5 grams, and he hands the silver circle back to me. "Thanks," he says, as he starts to place large buds on the scale. "Y’know, I'm about to get a bunch of dabs in a few minutes, if you wanna wait around for a bit? We can smoke some."
"Of course!" I burst out, surprised he’s asked me to chill, let alone be here while he re-ups. Then, suddenly flustered: "I mean, who could say no to that?", when I realized that I'd just kinda yelled when I answered.
"Alright, cool." He smiles, and I can see it meet his eyes. "Well, while we wait, how about you roll a joint for us?" He hands me the papers, his grinder, and he places a rolling tray on my thigh — that, now that I'm looking at it, is way closer to Yoongi's than when he first sat down. I ignore my thoughts as I start getting ready to roll. After getting all the weed in the joint, I lick my lips to seal the spliff. Halfway through messing with the doobie, attempting to get it to seal perfectly, I look up to see Yoongi gazing at me, his lip caught between his teeth. When he sees I've noticed him looking, he immediately snaps out of it and finishes weighing my weed.
I'm not high enough for this shit. Oh my God, I feel like I’m gonna die, fuck. I can feel myself still blushing when he hands me my bag, and I hand him the joint. "Thanks," I mumble quietly.
"No problem." He pauses for a moment. Then, "So, did you want t-" he starts to say, when there's a knock at the still-open door.
"Yo! What is up? Min Yoon-Gi?! " a boisterous voice yells, once through the door of the apartment. Yoongi's eyes roll, but he still has a smile on his face.
"Hey, Tae. " He says in a joking tone. He gets up to greet the voice I now know as Tae. I turn to see a tall, tan, brown-haired man. He looked like a model, and was decked out in Gucci, but still made it look casual. The two men shake-up and hug; then, they both move to sit down. Yoongi sits next to me on the couch while Tae sits on the tan lazyboy, when he finally notices someone else is in the room.
"Well, hey there, lovely lady. I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you before." He crosses his legs and leans forward. "What's your name, beautiful? '' As Tae asks me this, not only can I see, but I can feel him undressing me in his head.
"Y/N," I say while feeling my face heat up.
"Shit, sorry. I should’ve introduced you both." Yoongi says, swooping in. "Y/N, this is Taehyung."
"It's nice to meet you.'' I say meekly. I don't mean to, but I shrink back slightly towards Yoongi. I'm not usually this shy, but Taehyung seems a little too intense for me. Yoongi notices me growing awkward and decides to get the attention away from me.
"So, are you and the guys all ready for Friday night?" Yoongi asks, with excitement in his voice. He takes out his wallet and pulls out a folded stack of cash.
“You fuckin' bet, Jin is cooking pork belly and cold noodles, and Hobi and Joon are bringing the soju and beer.” Taehyung says, smiling big.
“Now that sounds like a party!” Yoongi says, as he tosses the cash to Tae from across the table.
"Not really, but I'm thinking about having one soon.'' Tae pauses, gazing at me. "Maybe Y/N could come. I'm sure we'd have a great time," he finishes, with a smirk and a wink. After having just calmed myself down from before, I quickly became flustered again because of the handsome stranger in the corner chair.
"Yeah, maybe. I work a lot, so you'll just have to let me know when it is," I try to say coolly.
"Well, I would love to see you there," Tae says, while looking me up and down again. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Yoongi frown for a second.
Yoongi clears his throat "So, what type of dabs you got in?" He says to the Gucci-dressed man.
"I've got some shatter right now. Tastes like pine to me, but there's some lemon flavor in there." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wax paper with a thick helping of dabs folded into it.
"You gonna stay a while and smoke some or what man?'' Yoongi asks Taehyung as he reaches for the packet. With the wax now in his possession, he leans back and adjusts himself on the couch. Scooting back, he stretches his arms up in the air and then rests one on the low back couch... behind me. I blush and feel my heart flutter — he's basically got his arm around me. 'Don't overthink this, Y/N, he's probably just getting comfortable, nothing to get your hopes up for.' But I can't remember a time where this has happened with him before, so I still keep hope.
With a slightly wider smile on his face, Tae says with a sigh and a grin: "No, I've got places to be, people to meet. It's best that I'm off soon." He goes to stand and steps next to me, holding out his hand to me. Without thinking, I place my hand in his, and he leans over and lightly kisses the back of my knuckles. Tae looks at me, then at Yoongi, then back at me "Farewell, my dear, ‘till we meet again." A smirk shows up on his face as he swaggers towards the door "See you Friday, Yoongi! " With that, the door closes and I am left flabbergasted, with my heart pounding. Having never met a man as confident as him, I almost swooned.
Yoongi clears his throat. "Sorry about that; Taehyung is a bit of a romantic." He laughs, but his smile doesn't meet his eyes. He moves his arm from behind me and gets up to go lock the door. After I hear the lock click, Yoongi heads over to his room, and I hear some clinking; he comes back with a rig and a torch.
The rig is a clear beaker-type that is impressively clean, and the torch has a green tank with a metal top. Yoongi walks back towards me and I notice he has, in his mouth clenched between his straight teeth, a dab pick. His bottom lip slightly bends down under the pressure of the pick and I catch myself staring. Yoongi sits next to me again and sets everything on the table. He's close again and I feel my heart rate pick up. "So, have you ever done dabs before, Y/N?" he says my name in his low voice, and I try to keep my breath even. 'Geez, what is with me today?' I think to myself.
“Y/N? You good?” Yoongi says, waving his hand in my face.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I blink a few times, realizing I've zoned off. 'Maybe it's this weed,' I think. "Yeah I’ve done a few dabs before, but it’s been a while."
"Well, I'll try not to break you since you’re still kinda new to this." He looks at me with a smirk. "I'll do one first to show you how it's done," he says, flicking his hair out of his face. He faces the banger of the rig towards him and picks the wax paper back up. The paper crinkles as he opens it up, the shatter mercifully staying together in a single thick sheet. He dips the pick into the wax and pulls back quickly, breaking off a small piece, then placing the opposite side back in his mouth. ‘Christ, he’s hot when he does that.’ I shift in my seat when I realize I’m close enough to feel the heat off the torch when he lights it.
The scream of the torch fills the room with noise as Yoongi heats up the banger. Getting it to a red hot temperature, he turns off the torch and puts it back on the table. He moves his hand to take the back of his fingers to check the temp. Deciding it’s good enough, he then takes the pick out of his mouth, breathes deeply, then blows back out, getting ready for the dab to do its thing. Yoongi then puts his mouth to the rig, and dips the honey-covered pick into the banger, swirling it around. He starts pulling in smoke and the water in the rig bubbles up. He removes the pick and holds it out to me. I take the pick from him, only for him to pick up a silicone puck and place it over the banger. He lifts his head up, blows out a large cloud of smoke, and goes right back to finishing off the dab. Lifting his head for a second time, he blows out a smaller cloud, coughs a few times, and then clears his throat. “And that’s how it’s done,” he says, with his voice a bit froggy from the coughing.
“Okay, I think I can do that.” I say, hoping I don't cough too hard and embarrass myself. Yoongi hands me the paper with the wax on it and I do something similar to what he did to get the dabs on the pick.
“ I’ll heat it up for you.” he says while grabbing the torch and pushing the rig towards me. I nod my head and pull my long hair back behind my shoulders. The loud torch screams again until the banger is red hot. He checks the temperature again with the back of his fingers and then gives me the go ahead. I take a deep breath to clear my lungs and lean forward. I place the small dab into the banger and breathe in. As soon as I start to breathe in I realize I’m going to cough big time.
My eyes start to water and my lungs start to hurt. I try to keep going but instead I lean back and let out a big cough. I start coughing a lot, to the point where a tear falls out of my eye; I feel like I can't breathe, and I am gasping for air. A little bit of spittle dribbles out of my lips and I immediately raise my hand to my mouth. I continue coughing and making wheezing noises when I try to breathe in. I finally take a deep breath while wiping my face free from the accumulated spit. ‘Of course I would die off of the smallest dab.’ I look at Yoongi and feel the blood rush to my face.
He’s sitting there looking at me, laughing with his hands on his stomach. “ I swear I’m not laughing at you, I do that sometimes too,” he says, with an elated sigh.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cough so much. I thought I would be able to take a small dab,” I say with a groggy voice, still recovering from the coughing fit.
“No, no, it’s fine, I swear; very normal to cough when you're new to dabs,” he says, while patting my back lightly. I look at him, now only thinking about the hand on my back. “You know, if you don’t want to cough so much, there’s other ways to do it,” he says, removing his hand.
“Yeah, I’m sure there is, but I’ve only ever tried a rig. What other ways are you talking about?”
“There's a few different options. We could try a lower temp dab, a smaller dab, or I have a dab straw you can use. It doesn't get nearly as hot, and lets you take a smaller dab.” Yoongi leans forward in his seat and starts to mess with the wax paper. It looks like he’s trying to thin out the dabs.
“The straw sounds like a good choice. Best of both worlds,” I say with a clear voice, finally able to breathe right.
“It’s over there, in the middle drawer.” He points to a cabinet next to the bookshelf. “I’m gonna put some of these dabs into a puck.” He grabs the scale, which is still out, and the puck he used for his dab.
I get up and walk over to the cabinet and pull open the drawer. Inside are a few bowls, some clean, some dirty; some gas canisters, a ton of lighters of all sizes, and 2 quartz straws. “Does it matter which one?” I say while bending over. There's a hum from Yoongi and I turn my head to look back at him. I notice his eyes aren't looking at me, but at my ass.
Yoongi clears his throat and quickly looks away once he realizes he’s been caught. “Yeah, either one is fine.” He clears his throat again while shifting in his seat. Maybe there is something between us, even if it is just sexual. Once I have the straw in my hand, I slowly walk back towards the couch, swaying my hips from side to side with a bit of confidence. Having grown comfortable in Yoongi’s company, I sit next to him again, close enough that our knees are touching. I hand the straw to Yoongi, but instead he places the puck, now filled with dabs, onto my knee. “Just hold it and I'll heat it up for you. You only have to tap it to the surface of the dabs, don't press down.”
I nod my head once, readying myself for another dab. The torch lights up and heats the tip of the straw. Once red, Yoongi turns off the torch and says ‘go’, to which I start taking the dab. This one, I’m actually able to breathe in a lot of smoke. I remove the straw from the dab and blow out a big cloud. I still cough, but not nearly as hard, and I can manage my breathing pretty soon after. “Hmm. You're still coughing a bit. I might have another remedy for that.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?” How is this man gonna prevent me from coughing? I lean my head to the side, genuinely curious.
“You’ll have to be close if I'm gonna show you.”
“Show me what?” I ask, as I scoot a little closer to him. Yoongi then wraps his arm around me with his hand on my waist. I feel him start to pull me in closer, until our legs are touching, along with our arms. I lean into him and look up at his eyes, that are on me. “Well, I’m here now. What do you wanna show me?”
He chuckles. “How to shotgun a dab. I can almost guarantee you won't cough. It's like a second-hand dab,” he says, patting my knee with his other hand. Oh, to have both his hands on me. I wonder what they could do. “I'm gonna have to put my lips on yours, is that okay?” He is closer than he has ever been, and his low voice is not helping to calm my heart. Looking back into his eyes, I nod my head while biting my bottom lip.
Yoongi quickly reaches his hand up and pulls my lip from my bite. “Words, hun.”