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Can I request “You’re a nerd.” with Yoongi?

Genre:  collegeau!

Rating: PG/ 16+

Pairing: Pianist!Yoongi x MusicMajor!Reader

Warnings: Yoongi and his mouth.

A/N: For Anon! Here is the answer to your request! Sorry, it took so long! I hope you enjoy it! - Admin T

Can I request “You’re a nerd.” with Yoongi?

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Min Yoongi!” You managed to keep the tremor out of your voice. “I think you’re making a HUGE mistake.” His heavy sigh answered as you shifted on your feet. “You have been agonizing over this song for a whole month. And I’m telling you it’s perfect as it is!” 

You could see his shoulders sag as his head lowers. Biting into your lip, you stutter as you continue. “I-I mean it! You’ve managed to create a song with mostly minor chords! And you know that’s fairly rare. I mean, you’re not even really taking advantage of the Picardy thirds! But the song still somehow works with the few major chords and -...” 

Yoongi turned around, sometime during your diatribe, and crossed his arms. He had a look on his face - that one that you couldn’t tell if he was concentrating? Or if he was thinking of where to dump your body where no one could find it.

“-...And I’m telling you that your slow songs are absolutely perfect! A-and you shouldn’t think of changing any of the instrumental because…” His gaze leveled on you caused your brain to short. “B-because…” Were you sweating?

“Because?” That low, thickly accented growl of sound rumbled from his mouth. A brow ticked upward with long seconds passing as he waited.

You balked. As if all the knowledge in your bones about music didn’t just come spewing out of your mouth. “B-because, I-Oh!” The sentence cut as Yoongi grabbed your wrist with a tug, effortlessly tumbling you into his lap. And before you could open that beautifully smart mouth of yours?

He stuck his tongue in it. 

This was heaven, wasn’t it? One hand was firm at the nape of your neck. He held you right where he wanted you as his tongue flicked against the seal of your lips. Your nostrils flared as you granted him access. He tickled your soul as he sealed his lips to yours. The wiggling flick of his tongue sliding against yours did something to you. 

It shut you up. 

He broke the kiss with a loud smack. Your eyes were as dark as his as he smirked. You were blushing from ear to ear.

“Y-Yoongi?” 

“You’re such a nerd.” He smirked, standing you up from his lap. “I won’t change it since you like it so much.” He turned back to the mix-board as if he hadn’t kissed you senseless. “Can I have my coffee now?” 

“R-right.” You took the much-needed escape so you could calm your nerves. 

Shadow’s Birthright | MYG

Chapter 00: Prologue

Plot: Riding in on thunder and lightning, two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared. It can only be worn by one and one alone. The hands of man have separated the brothers, allowing one to live in wealth and comfort inside the palace while the other grows up among commoners. But Fate cannot be destroyed by the hands of man. A shared destiny reunites the brothers; one to become a king who descends into madness and the other will rise as a dragon whose journey has only just begun in order to claim a crown he does not desire to have.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: series | historical!au | fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Lee Yoon) x Female OC (Kalina Shuri)

Warnings: Historical setting, caste system, magic/sorcery, graphic violence, disturbing graphic images, religious tones, angst, slow burn, smut

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,128

Tag List: @luxekook​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @stillcopingxx​, @taevkimchi​, @aroseforyoongi​

AN: I’ve teased you all enough with this. I’ve been doing it since Yoongi dropped that damn MV (you all know it by now, don’t act like you don’t). And now here we are. Me. Again. Teasing you with a prologue. But it will be worth the wait, my loves. It will be worth the torture that I am about to put you all through. Because it’s a story I think needs to be told. I know I’ve seen some one-shots out there, and while that’s great, I want to put my Korean History knowledge through the ringer and really put you guys on a roller coaster. If you love this story, show it love. I’m writing this because it’s a story featuring a subject I’m passionate about and one that I will put all of my heart and soul into. Just like with Make It Right. So I present to you the start of this journey, this trilogy series (yes, I said it) full of heartbreak, magic and love.

P.S. Please bear in mind that while the historical accuracy will be mostly correct, I am setting this in a time period in Joseon history where there was no such thing as a king who had a twin brother. Obviously that’s where the fiction/creative freedom is going to come in. Everything else will be period accurate, trust and believe. 

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

“The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain.” - Dante Alighieri - The Divine Comedy

Thunder rumbled across the skies as a pained scream tore through the night. 

Hurried footsteps echoed through the palace halls as maid servants and eunuchs piddled about. Some carried brass basins full of water, others had armfuls of fresh linens. Royal physicians moved in and out of the White Lily Pavilion, urgency in their steps, and everyone was talking at once.

“The water isn’t hot enough!”

“Are those fresh linens?”

“The tonic is almost ready!”

“She’s sweating far too much!”

“We need another pillow!”

“Her legs are swollen. We need cold compresses!”

“Elevate them for now!”

“Her Majesty needs some water!”

Suddenly, there was a sharp gasp from one of the maidservants as an approaching eunuch appeared, followed by a small entourage of soldiers, eunuchs and handmaidens. She stumbled forward when another servant ran into her back, nearly knocking the fresh basin of water from her hands.

“His Majesty, The King, has arrived!”

Those who were able to, prostrated themselves before the king immediately. He wore deep crimson robes with golden dragons embroidered on the sleeves and chest. The topknot was held together with a golden ornament that resembled flames - a dragon pin pushed through to hold the item in place. His eyes were wide, full of concern, and burned a rich umber that was reflected from the crack of lightning that lit up the sky.

“How is she?” he asked as the royal physician approached, wringing his hands clean of blood. “It’s been hours!”

The Royal Physician sighed, sweat beading out over his forehead and nose. “It is a difficult labor, Your Majesty. Truthfully, I’m worried about Her Majesty’s safety.”

The King glared at him, causing the doctor to flinch slightly. “If she dies, I will have your head. Do you understand?”

The physician bowed deeply, as did his assistants. “Forgive me, Your Majesty. I will do everything in my power to ensure that the Queen has a healthy delivery.”

Suddenly, one of the maid servants appeared, a smile on her face. “The baby is breaching, Sir!”

The Royal Physician made haste, following after the servant and back into the pavilion. The King watched, his hands locked together as he began to silently pray for the safety of both his Queen and his child. His eunuch and bodyguard sidled up on either side of him, whispering encouraging words to help ease his anxieties. 

After what felt like hours of listening to the doctors and servants yelling encouraging words to the Queen, a shrill yell of agony broke through the night. On the tail end of the scream, a baby’s cry could be heard. The King felt his legs give way and he was held up by his attendants as he laughed in relief. But just before he was allowed to enter his Queen’s chamber, he heard something concerning.

“My Lord! Another one! Another child is pushing through!”

“What?!” the physician yelled, confused. This concerned the King, but since the Queen was still in labor, he was not granted entrance into her chambers. “Bring more linens and fetch Her Majesty’s tonic! Hurry!”

More urging words were given to the Queen as she continued her labor. The tension was so thick in the air that it could be sliced completely in half with a sword. Every so often, an attendant would tap at the sweat collecting on the King’s brow and temple. The storm that threatened to rain down on them continued to make itself known until another young voice pierced through the sky.

The King didn’t bother halting his steps as he all but ran toward the entrance of the Lily Pavilion. He kicked off his boots and his sock-clad feet thundered against the polished wood flooring. Two servants quickly slid the doors open to allow the King to enter the Queen’s chambers. His haggard breathing escalated when he saw his Queen’s complexion was even paler than when he’d last seen her. The servants and physicians quickly moved aside to allow the King to situate himself at her bedside. 

“Choon-jung,” he whispered, his hands immediately moving to grasp her own as she reached out to him, “you did very well.”

Tears leaked from her eyes as she smiled weakly up at him. “Cheon-ha,” she managed to croak out, her dark bangs clinging to the sweat on her forehead and cheeks, “forgive your servant for her lack of grace.”

“Nonsense.” He stroked her cheek with as much affection as he could without allowing his emotions to overcome him. “You must rest now, my Queen. It has been a long night.”

“Your grace is immeasurable.” Again, she smiled. For a moment, all they did was look at each other. Finally, she huffed out a breath and craned her neck in different directions. “The Royal Physician?”

“I believe he went to go fetch your tonic, my Queen.” The King watched her nod again. Just as he was about to speak, two maidservants appeared. Each of them were holding thick silk blankets; one gold and the other emerald green. The King’s happy mood slowly grew dour. “Are they princes or princesses?”

The two servants seemed to sense the tone shift in The King’s expression and voice. They both looked at one another before lowering their heads solemnly. When he slammed his hand on the floor, they immediately fell to their knees while cradling the children and prostrating themselves at the Queen’s bedside.

“Forgive us, Your Majesty!”

“My King,” called his Queen, attempting to soothe his ire, “please, you must remain calm.”

“Are they princes or princesses?” He asked the question again through clenched teeth. He would not ask a third time. 

One servant lifted her head to meet the King’s harsh gaze, gasping and then dipping it back down again. “F-Forgive your servant’s insolence, Your Majesty,” she stammered, clinging to the emerald blanket for what he could only assume was out of comfort, “they are both healthy princes.”

“Dojin-ah,” the King called, his hand already extended out in waiting. His bodyguard approached and placed a small dagger in the King’s palm. The two servants huddled even closer together as the King stood. “Which of the princes was born first?”

The Queen sat up fully, arms flying outward to cling to the lower half of the King’s robes. “Cheon-ha! I beg you to show mercy!” She tightened her grip on the silk fabric and he could only flash a pained expression as he stared into her fearful eyes. “They are your sons, My King!”

“You know that I cannot do that, Choon-jung,” he replied softly, his brows furrowing, “twin sons will only create turmoil in the Royal court. I do not want my sons fighting over the throne in the future. Nor will I have them be used as tools by any of the noble factions to obtain more power for themselves.” 

Tears spilled from the Queen’s eyes and her hands slowly slid from his robes. He knew that she couldn’t argue with him. It wasn’t her place, and even if it were, she had no counterargument to dissuade him with. Reaching down to stroke her cheek, he gave her a silent apology with a mere look. He slowly unsheathed the dagger, his gaze hardening as he looked back at the two maidservants. 

“Which of the princes was born first?” he asked again, pointing the tip of the dagger in their direction. “Do not lie to me or I will take your lives from you. Do you understand?”

The girl holding the golden blanket shuffled forward on her knees, holding the child swaddled inside out to the King. “This is the first-born prince, Your Majesty.”

He hummed, turning to face the servant holding the emerald blanket. “Give me the child.” Her head shot up and she turned a frightful gaze to the Queen. For a while, all the Queen could do was avert her gaze. “NOW!” The King’s booming voice shook the young servant girl from her frozen state and she slowly stood to approach the King.

When the child was placed into his arms, the King looked down at the young prince. His hair was jet black and his complexion was a bit red from having been brought into the world finally. The child fought sleep for a few seconds before he blinked up a set of dark, curious eyes at him. The King’s heart skipped a beat when the child sputtered a tiny giggle and smiled at him. 

For a moment, the King of Joseon believed he would not be able to do this.

Before he could stop her, the Queen was up on her feet and wrenched the child from his grasp. She stumbled backwards, landing hard on her bedding. Her hair and robes were completely disheveled and her servants were immediately at her side as they began to straighten her appearance as best they could. Clinging to the child, she glared harshly up at the King.

He sighed. “Choon-jung,” he said slowly, his eyes narrowing, “do not do this.”

“I cannot let you kill him!” She pulled the baby up to her cheek and buried her face into the blanket, sobbing openly into it. “I will not let you do it!”

The King hated seeing his beloved Queen in this state. For as long as they’d been married, before he’d even been crowned King of Joseon, he simply wanted to live a fulfilling life with his wife. They’d tried many times over the years to bear children, but to no avail. And now, when they were finally granted a miracle from the Heavens, they were instead cursed with two sons. 

He’d never wished for the twins to have been princesses more than in that very moment.

Again, the Queen reached out to cling at his robes. He knew that she was desperate and he wanted nothing more than to grant her every wish she desired. But bloodshed often ran rampant in the palace. It took place when he was a child many years ago. He didn’t want that life for his sons. 

“Please, My King! If you must deny this child’s existence, then send him away!” Seeing her tear-stained cheeks upset him and he slowly lowered himself down to her. “Please don’t kill our son. I’m begging you!”

For a long moment, no one said anything. The only sounds that could be heard were the tiny coughs and sleepy sneezes of his sons. Finally, he sighed and lowered the dagger at his side. He could not win against her.

“Very well,” he said, causing her to release another sob; this time from relief. 

His bodyguard, Dojin, was about to retrieve the dagger. But before he could get his hands on it, the King shot his arm out to snatch his son out of the Queen’s arms. Before she could stop him, the King brought the dagger’s blade down on the child’s face. Blood wept from the right cheek and the infant screamed in pain. The Queen’s own screams intermingled with the noise and while it hurt his heart to do this, he knew that it had to be done. 

He rose to his feet, handing both the dagger and the child to Dojin. “Take him, Dojin-ah. Take him and leave the Capital at once.” His bodyguard blinked, holding the child close to his chest. “You are not allowed to return unless summoned. Do you understand?”

Dojin’s lips parted slightly. “B-But Your Majesty…” 

“He is your son now, Dojin-ah.” Reaching into the sleeve of his robe, he pulled out hiding inside of his palm and shoved it into the silk belt wrapped around Dojin’s waist. “When the time comes, give this to him. You will know when.”

He watched his bodyguard and dearest friend frown. “Your Majesty…”

“This is my decree.” The King placed his hands on Dojin’s shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Go. Go now!”

He watched Dojin lower his head sharply and then hastily made his retreat just as the Royal Physician returned. He looked over his shoulder curiously and the King quickly swept his arm out across his body. “The Queen only gave birth to one son. That is what the entire Kingdom will know from this day forward.” His eyes narrowed as the servants and physicians all looked between each other. “If I so much as hear a whisper of anything else within these palace halls, I will bathe the royal gardens with your blood.”

Sharp gasps and hushed whispers were thrown between everyone. The King stomped his foot, commanding for silence. “Am I making myself clear?!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” All the servants lowered themselves, their heads bowed deeply to hide their faces. “Your grace is immeasurable!”

Shadow’s Birthright | MYG

Chapter 03: Dark Passions

Plot: Riding in on thunder and lightning, two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared. It can only be worn by one and one alone. The hands of man have separated the brothers, allowing one to live in wealth and comfort inside the palace while the other grows up among commoners. But Fate cannot be destroyed by the hands of man. A shared destiny reunites the brothers; one to become a king who descends into madness and the other will rise as a dragon whose journey has only just begun in order to claim a crown he does not desire to have.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: series | historical!au | fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Lee Yoon) x Female OC (Kalina Shuri)

Warnings: Historical setting, caste system, magic/sorcery, graphic violence, disturbing graphic images, religious tones, angst, slow burn, smut

Additional Warnings: Oral (female receiving), heavy teasing, internal possession, body worship

Previous Chapters: Prologue 01 02

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 4,869

Tag List: @luxekook​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @stillcopingxx​, @taevkimchi​, @aroseforyoongi​, @vivpurple7​, @happilystrongthroughthedark​, @sw33tnight​, @nikkitane​, @mini-coop25​

AN: And we have the smuts finally. Woo. I did it early this time, guys. Again, I just want to let everyone know that this series is going to be updated slowly. Like, one chapter a week. So just be patient with me. I promise you that it will be worth the wait. If you would like to be added to the tag list, feel free to drop me a line!

P.S. Please bear in mind that while the historical accuracy will be mostly correct, I am setting this in a time period in Joseon history where there was no such thing as a king who had a twin brother. Obviously that’s where the fiction/creative freedom is going to come in. Everything else will be period accurate, trust and believe.

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

“Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary.” - Oscar Wilde

Kali sighed as she watched the moon slowly rise over the mountain peaks. The world was still and quiet, the occasional chirp of the cicada barely audible in the silence that blanketed over everything. Turning her head slightly, she smiled as she watched Yoongi sleep. It took a bit longer than she might have wanted, but with the aid of a sleeping draught, he finally relaxed and allowed her to tuck him into his bedroll. 

San slept faithfully at its master’s feet, his large head lifting when he heard Kali move to stand. The wolf started to get up, but she placed her hand out and shook her head. The wolf yawned and shook its upper body before settling back comfortably on the floor. She bent down to pet the wolf’s head between his ears and smiled when one of his ears flicked at the touch. 

Scooping up her satchel, she reached inside and pulled out several books. Setting them on a nearby shelf, Kali made sure the letter was nestled between the pages of the book on top. After ascertaining that the two of them were sound asleep, Kali pressed herself out of the humble mountain home and stepped out onto the cool night air. 

“I’m sure he will be seeking me out soon,” she murmured, gripping the strap of her satchel in one hand as she lifted her face toward the sky, “the tiger will bare his fangs if I do not answer his summons.”

With a wave of her hand, the space in front of Kali rippled. The trees, grass, and fireflies all blurred and tilted in motion. Finally, a dark hole appeared and she stepped through the portal. Once inside, a swirling galaxy of stars and light appeared around her. The large expanse of the void rippled with each step she took. Many voices careened at her body from every direction, causing her heartbeat to elevate with each second she was inside of that dimension. 

Another portal opened in front of her after walking several meters. Without blinking, Kali passed through the large black opening. When she reappeared, she was back in her own personal quarters in her home just outside of the Crown City. Sighing, she took a quick look over herself in her vanity’s mirror. Her satchel barely touched the ground just as a loud knock echoed from outside. 

Kali had no servants. She had no need for them. Despite a certain royal’s persistence, she refused to have any attendants that could possibly spy on her during her ritual prayers or when she crossed into The Veil. Joseon was still a skeptical nation and its people were quick to yell “heresy”, even without all the information. Being branded a foreign devil, the last thing Kali wanted was anyone being able to prove just how much power simmered beneath her fingertips. 

Adjusting the front of her robes, she retreated from her chambers and out to the main courtyard. Her estate was small in comparison to most noble households, but the King spared no expense when it came to her comfort. Her biggest budget crusher was her personal garden that was full of plants of different varieties to help with her potions. Kali took a moment to survey her plants, despite the heavy persistent knocking rattling the large wooden gate to her estate. She was in no hurry to answer since she already knew who was on the other side.

She managed to clip a few sprigs of tea leaves and some Nightshade before the erratic knocking began to grate on her nerves. Placing the items into the leather pouch that swung from her hip, she approached the gate and slid the large wooden bracer ff the panels. Shoving the wooden gate hard, it swung out loudly and knocked into the person on the other side hard enough for them to fall on their backside. He looked up, perplexed, as she scowled down at him, biting back an irritated snarl. 

“Persistence is only a virtue in some religions, Sir,” she said, her tone even, “patience is a virtue every child of man should learn to embrace.”

The young man scrambled to his feet, dusting off his clothing as he readjusted the hat on his head. “F-Forgive me, Lady Shuri!” He quickly bowed his head, apologies tumbling from his lips, before he reached to his side and pulled out the messenger cylinder hanging from his shoulders. He hurriedly untwisted the cap, pulling out the rolled up piece of paper inside. With his head bowed, he handed it to her. 

Unfurling it slowly, her eyes scanned over the elegant brush strokes that belonged to the Crown Prince. He was asking for, as she knew he would. Wishing for his fortune to be read was simply a ruse. It always was. What he longed for was something that she could happily give to him. As a subject of Joseon, even as a foreigner, it was her duty to give into his desires. It was the one thing she could do to help tampen the madness that was already starting to brew inside of him. 

She couldn’t deny him, even if she wanted to.

Folding the note away, she slipped it into the sleeve of her robe. “I will be there as His Highness wishes,” Kali replied, already moving back into her estate. 

“B-But, My Lady...His Highness, the Crown Prince, said that I should escort you personally.”

She glanced at the messenger over her shoulder, cutting her eyes at him. All he could do was stand frozen in terror before a dark smile spread over her full lips. “His Highness will receive me when I am ready to be received. He knows I have been traveling and need to change.” Kali began closing the gate. “I will see him soon.”

The messenger swallowed the lump in his throat, fearing more for his life than for the lack of her presence accompanying him on the way back to the palace. But if he was smart, he would relay her words exactly as she said them to the Crown Prince. He would know the meaning behind them and he would be patient for her. Otherwise there was no meaning or value to their relationship in the first place.

Pulling the pin from her hair, her dark tresses fell about her neck and shoulders as she entered her manor. It wouldn’t take her long to gather up the herbs and oils needed for a nice soak in the bath. As for her clothing choice, Kali knew she would have to pick something shimmery but tasteful. 

Even if her robes would not be on her person for very long.

It was late and he’d dismissed his servants for the evening. There were the standard guards posted outside of his palace entrance, but other than that, he was completely alone. The Crown Princess requested to see him, for him to spend the night at the Magnolia Pavilion, but Yoon refused. He would see his wife another night. But not tonight. 

Tonight was reserved for one person and one person only. 

Yoon paced inside of his personal chambers for what felt like hours. Every so often, he would reach up to bite his thumbnail both from impatience and aggravation. It would be a lie to say that his anger hadn’t flared when the messenger returned with Kalina’s words. As impertinent as he imagined her tone to be, he knew that what she spoke was the truth. Kalina was not a person of Joseon and, as such, not one of his people. 

She held a certain level of autonomy within the Joseon Royal Court because of her standing with the King. Whispers of him being bewitched by the foreign soothsayer spread throughout the different Noble Factions. But everyone also knew how faithful the King was to the Queen. He had two royal consorts, but the Queen always had his father’s favor above the others. The other two concubines were arranged marriages from two different court factions. Yoon’s own wife was a member of the Western Faction of Nobles.

As it stood, no one in the royal family could marry someone outside of their own country. Not like in the times of their ancestors, when Kings were warriors and legends were carved in stone; immortalizing them forever. Joseon was a strict nation; even more so after the Goryeon Empire crumbled to the ground. But if Yoon could have his way, he would pass an edict that allowed him to marry someone outside of their own nation state.

For his own selfish reasons, of course.

Flopping onto the silk cushion behind his desk, Yoon grunted. He was growing more and more impatient. How long was she planning to make him wait?

Just as he was preparing to mentally chastise her, energy warped in the far corner of his room. The Crown Prince stood, the steady beat of his heart escalating as the color palette in one part of his room began to shift. Saliva collected around the inside of his mouth as Yoon slowly stood from the floor. 

This wasn’t the first time.

This wasn’t the second time.

Kalina rarely came to him in this fashion, but when she did, it never got old.

He could watch her enter through that portal like a timeless dream until he ceased to exist.

The first thing he saw were her sleeves; a deep, rich purple spun from the finest silk and trimmed in silver. Her lithe fingers, modestly decorated with stone rings, reached into the space that occupied his chambers. The rest of her entered his room, her skin like chestnuts freshly plucked as her raven hair danced about her shoulders - just barely hidden beneath the softness of the robes she wore. She was barefoot, her toes peeking out from beneath the hems of her dress; the aroma of rose petals and lavender oils permeating his senses.

Sweat prickled along the back of his neck, her own neck bare save for a single jade pendant that hung from a thin black chain. She dipped her head slightly, looking up at him from beneath a hooded gaze. Kalina’s long lashes accentuated the forest green of her eyes, cheeks slightly tinted a soft pink from either the warmth or a flush at seeing him.

He didn’t care which it was. 

The portal closed behind her with a mere wave of her hand. The magic that existed there almost seemed to vanish, but he could sense the power that circulated through her blood. Her arms swept out to either side of her as she delicately lowered herself to the floor. Everything fluttered around her, the candle flames dancing at her mere presence. Her head was bowed, but he could still see the smile on her face; like she’d succeeded in trapping the greatest game the likes of which man had ever seen. 

Like any warrior, Kalina seemed to hold no such openings for Yoon to exploit. Yet she could pierce through every single one of his defenses. All it took was one simple phrase.

“Kalina Shuri is here, my Crown Prince,” she said, a bell-like lilt in her voice. Kalina lifted her face as he stared pointedly down at her. “...I am here, Lee Yoon.”

The trigger was always his name. His true name. 

No one was allowed to whisper it. Not even his own wife. His parents set that name aside when he was elevated to the rank of Crown Prince. Lee Yoon disappeared from within the palace walls. 

Only this exquisite creature before him, a being who seemingly had not aged since he was a child, dared to call him by name.

Yoon launched himself from the other side of the room, intent on laying his hands over every single inch of her. But just as he was less than a meter away, something stopped him. His body was rigid and no matter how hard he grunted, he was unable to break free. Wide eyes moved to look at Kalina, watching as the woman held her hand out at him - palm facing outward. There was a soft vibration in the air that sang over his skin, causing the hairs on the back of his arm to prickle. Sweat slid down the column of his neck, disappearing beneath his robes.

“Kalina,” he managed to choke out, feeling the veins starting to pop near his temple. Yoon’s eyes narrowed as she slowly rose from her seated position. “Release me at once.”

She was standing at her full height and was still a full head shorter than him. Yet in that body thundered supernatural power that only existed in myths and legends. That same power that was holding him bound in place, unable to take a single step toward her. Instead, she smirked, inching her way forward as the sleeves of her robe slid off just a bit to bare a shoulder to him. 

“Now, now, Seja Cheo-ha,” Kalina said, the bell tone replaced with something deep and velvety, “the night is still young and I have not seen you in weeks.” She leaned forward, pressing her nose into the curve of his jaw. Her scent filled his lungs instantly, breathing her in at the exact moment she breathed him in. “Let me have a look at you, hm?”

This was torture. Yoon should have her flogged, but the way she plucked him like a brand new harp was deliciously unfair.

“Release me now, Kalina,” Yoon half-snarled as he felt the tip of her tongue press against his throat, “you jest far too much.”

Her hand glided over his shoulder, teasing at the baby hairs near the back of his neck. Kalina lifted her face to peer into his eyes and had it not been for her spell, he would have lost his ability to stand completely. The sorceress pouted. “But you’re going to be leaving for a long journey soon, are you not?” He shouldn’t have been surprised, but the expression appeared anyway. “Is that not why you summoned me?”

Yoon frowned. She was going to make him beg. This was outlandish.

“Will you have me beg, woman?” The question showcased his ire, but this only caused her smile to widen.

“A lowly being such as myself would never request such a thing,” Kalina whispered, her hand gesturing over his body.

What spell held him was lifted. Upon his release, he grabbed her and harshly tackled her onto his plush bedroll. The sorceress released a soft giggle, failing to abate his anger. He hadn’t pinned her arms down and she took the initiative to reach up and pull at the small pin that held his hair in place. His white-blonde tresses fell around his shoulders like a soft curtain of wheat and he felt a ripple slip down his spine. 

Her fingers combed through his hair and for a while, neither of them spoke. Only the hushed sounds of their breaths existed between them. He lifted one hand up to press the pads of his fingers against the soft skin around her jaw. He let his thumb dip in between her lips and Yoon released a soft hiss when he felt her bite down around the digit. The loose-fitting robes suddenly felt too tight as his erection threatened to rub itself raw against the silk.

Removing his hand from her face, he slid it between the loose fabric nestled around her legs. He could feel her heat and his brows lofted when he realized how bare her attire actually was. Her flush-kissed cheeks grew a deeper shade of pink and he flashed her a predatory smirk. 

“Were you preparing yourself for me?”

Kalina huffed an impetuous laugh. “Isn’t it a servant’s duty to always know the needs of one’s master?”

He bit back a groan. Her words were like a spider’s web, trapping him further. The harder Yoon struggled, the more he was ensnared. 

Tearing at her clothes like a wild animal, every layer was peeled away to expose her sweat-tinged skin to him. He saw her lifting her hand, reaching out toward where the candles were, but he swiftly snatched at her wrist to stop her. She lifted a brow at him, aptly curious as to his intentions.

“No,” he whispered, bringing her hand up so he could press a soft kiss to the inside of her palm, “leave the light.” He grazed his teeth along the center of her hand, giving it a sharp nip. “I want to have a look at you.”

Leaning forward, he pressed his face along the valley of Kalina’s breasts; soft, pugnacious and full of warmth. He could feel the thrum of her heartbeat against his nose and he trailed his tongue between her breasts, a lascivious hunger threatening to burst from his entire body. Yoon’s hand fondled one mound and he used his other hand to pull at the ribbons keeping his robe cinched to his body. He ached for her. Yearned for her to release him from his demons.

Because only she could and she knew it.

His silk trousers fell easily off his waist and he kicked them from his legs in haste. Reaching behind him, he pulled his dark blue robes off his body and tossed them to the side; abandoned with Kalina’s own robes. He was hard and ready, his hands coated in her juices as he reached down to play with her folds. Decreed by the Heavens to rule, Yoon could only see himself worshiping this witch that lay bare in front of him.

Her fingers curled into the hair at the crown of his head, urging him forward as he pressed kisses along her stomach. He turned to press his teeth into the tender skin of her inner thigh and he smiled when he heard the gasp push from her throat. Inhaling deeply, he relished in her womanly scent before diving into her velvet heat to have his late night snack. 

Yoon swirled his tongue over her clit, the taste of her enough to get him intoxicated. The glistening moisture around her thigh made his mouth water. He wanted to draw as much sound from this woman as he could. He would never tire of this taste; this aroma. She smelled sweet and dangerous. A deadly draught.

She was a poison that he would happily drink, the promise of unparalleled ecstasy at the core of her being.

Her moans permeated the room, lost along the silk folding screens and the sheer curtains as her own sweat soaked into the silk bedroll. She quivered under his touch, his kiss, from everything he was doing to her and more. He pulled back from her folds, his lips shining with the leftovers of her essence and proof of the meal he’d indulged in. Kalina moved to kiss him, but Yoon stopped her with a gentle clasp of his fingers around her throat - bearing the brunt of his weight on his other arm that was braced just on the other side of her head. 

Yoon selfishly licked his lips, cleaning his mouth of every drop of her. He wouldn’t share. Not even with her and it was hers to begin with. He teased her folds with the tip of his erection as he felt her hips rise up to meet his own with a subtle push. His teeth snapped as he hissed, his dark eyes meeting her smoldering greens. He had her where he wanted her. Where he needed her. The level of restraint he was holding back made his arms tremble.

The look on her face, that look, was for no one else. Just him. The way her heart beat in her chest? It was for him. Kalina was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life. The way the candlelight flickered across her body, cascading golden rays like the morning sun long her skin, was surreal. It was unfair. Why had the gods done this to him? Created a woman so blindingly beautiful with enough power to make any fearless man’s blood run cold? And he could not have her the way he wanted her; could not possess her the way he desired.

There were feral noises coming from Yoon as he leaned upward. Moving to his knees, he grasped Kalina’s hips and pulled her toward him. Her green eyes danced from the firelight and it nearly stole his breath away. 

“Yoon-ah,” she half-sobbed, causing Yoon’s erection to swell even more. He was going to shatter and be dust in the wind if she said his name that way again. All it would take was one more croon from her voice and he would be ruined.

Ruined as he’d been ruined time and again by the sorceress.

He could stand it no longer! Yoon held her hips in his hands as he lowered his body. “Not yet,” he murmured, his hooded gaze roving over her body, “wait for me, Kalina…” His own form trembled as he settled her over the head of his throbbing erection.

Yoon bit down on the lower swell of his lip, holding her steady as her legs seemed to open up even further for him. He was drunk off her scent, his vision growing hazy for only a split second before righting itself.

Rolling his hips, he couldn’t help the narcissistic smirk that painted over his features as her legs moved to knock into his sides in an almost vain attempt to wrap them around him. Her heat squeezed him in a multitude of ways and the pleasure that he coaxed out of her was intoxicating - her mewls of strained lust urging him onward with each moment he drove into her. The sorceress’ nails dug into his biceps, gliding up the sweat-soaked surface up to his shoulders before grasping onto the meat of the muscle there.

Tiny puffs of air lifted from her swollen lips - lips that he’d teased and pulled at with his fingers. She was getting close and so was Yoon. His tempo accelerated gradually, a low growl pushing from his throat as he watched her rutting her hips against the slickness of his shaft - their pelvic bones crashing into each other with unbridled need.

Her cry of desperation echoed throughout the room, filling the space both around and between them. This spurred him on, reaching the edge of his own need for release as he felt the stinging pain of her nails dragging along his skin. There would be marks but it was of no consequence to him. He would deal with them before he began his journey. There would be questions but no answers would be given. 

Heat spread through, filling her with everything until he was well and truly spent. The young woman beneath him had already succumbed to the pleasure she was given, her orgasm making her limbs grow weak.

Bucking his hips into her one more time, Yoon rode out the rest of his aftermath before slipping out of her with ease.

Rolling onto his side, he pulled Kalina with him so that she could nestle into the crook of his arm. For a while, all they did was share in heavy breathing as they attempted to recover. Yoon didn’t worry about falling asleep and someone finding them in that state in the morning. Kalina always left before the break of dawn, something that he mourned in the darkest corner of his heart. But decorum was standard in the Joseon Royal Court, something even he must adhere to.

He closed his eyes as her fingers traced over his brow, sweeping a few sweat-soaked locks from his cheek and tucking them behind his ear. Taking in another deep breath, he brought her just a bit closer to savor her warmth and scent.

“My poor, sad Prince,” she whispered, causing his eyes to snap open as he peered at her. Her expression looked solemn and Yoon wondered if Kalina was about to go to that far away place he could never reach. “So much pain. So much sorrow.” Her fingers, once again, combed through his hair. “So...unnecessary.”

Kalina’s words were cryptic. They always were. But they held a deeper meaning somehow.

“When you were a child, you were afraid, weren’t you?”

Yoon blinked, his lips parting slightly. “What nonsense do you speak, Kalina?”

Her eyes lingered on his for a handful of seconds before she pulled at his hair, pressing it between her fingers. “Your hair wasn’t always this fair. Once, it was darker than black.” It wasn’t a question. “Stories of unrest in the palace reached your ears. The struggles of your father in his youth before he was placed on the throne.” Her eyes lifted to look into his face. “Stories of bloodshed.”

An angry knot of pain began to form in Yoon’s chest. She didn’t need to finish this story. He knew it better than anyone. Being the oldest prince guaranteed that he was the next to obtain the crown. And while he had younger siblings, they were all princesses or far too young to even begin taking steps toward resting it away from him; his birthright. 

But the fear was still there, gnawing at the back of his mind. His fear led to impulsive decisions. One of them being the ingestion of poisons. Not just one type, but multiple types. All at once. At the age of nine, he nearly died. The physicians were beginning to think that there was no hope.

The Heavens, however, had other plans. They helped him to survive; overcoming his own crazed attempts at ending his life. The result? His hair transformed from jet black to platinum blonde. It happened over the course of one week. There was no explanation for it other than his own body’s form of retaliation to the death that attempted to claim him.

Yoon was officially installed as the Crown Prince the following year.

He was pulled from his thoughts as he felt Kalina’s fingers slowly moving from above his right brow and down below his eye. They stopped just at the halfway mark from his lips and mouth. Something crossed her features, a somber expression, and he could only look upon her with mild wonder.

“This face will be marred someday,” she whispered softly, “but that day will not be tomorrow or the day after.”

Yoon sputtered a small laugh. “Mine will, you say?” He let his hand rest at the curve of her hip. “I’ve trained my body and mind extensively, sorceress. Unless it is you, no one would be able to get close enough to harm me.”

Because she was the only person he ever lowered his defenses for.

“You are a powerful and cunning young tiger, it is true,” came her gentle reply, “but that does not mean that your tail cannot be grabbed.”

His eyes narrowed. He wanted to question her; to demand an answer and determine the reasoning behind her ominous words. It was a warning, clearly. But a warning of what?

Before he could ask, however, Kalina was already pulling herself from his embrace and retrieving her robes. He sat up slowly, grabbing his own robe and draping it over his shoulders. Shuffling to his desk, he retrieved the hairpin and waited for her to finish wrapping herself up. Just as she cinched the wide silk waistband around her midsection, he began to pull up her hair. Her head turned slightly but he used his hand to keep her head facing forward. 

“My Prince?”

“Shh,” he hushed, moving to gather up her thick waves in one hand, “let me do this for you.”

She hummed her assent, waiting for him to finish. It only took a handful of seconds to fully secure her hair in the pearl hairpin. Her hand moved to trace her fingers over the hair ornament and she glanced over her shoulder at him. 

“Is it beautiful?” she asked while smiling up at him.

“It pales in comparison to you, sorceress, but it will have to do.” 

Yoon cupped her chin in his hand, lifting her face up to meet his as he captured her lips in his own. They were dangerously close, but he held himself back. If he pursued any further, he would not let her leave.

He would cage her forever.

He watched her rise gracefully from the floor, the hem of her robes sweeping over the bamboo flooring. Every single curve of her form defied logic and as he watched her opening up the portal to leave, part of Yoon truly did want to capture her; to claim her as his and no one else’s. It was a selfish, hungry and dangerous desire, but it was there all the same. He could not ignore it. 

With a soft gaze, she smiled and dipped her head low. “Your journey will be free of perils and you will obtain success. Have no fear, my Crown Prince.”

And like a dream, she disappeared into the void, dousing the candle flames and leaving Yoon to ponder her words as everything plunged into darkness.

paint by number ; min yoongi

you have a free day without him, and this is what you do...

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It was one of those days you had all to yourself; no plans or expectations, except to enjoy yourself on this airy Saturday during the early days of summer.

You had finished all your paperwork last night. You turned off the wifi so you weren't tempted to look at your emails, instead turning on some music that rang out through your living room's sound system.

Yoongi had it fitted in when you both first moved into the place, stating he needed some ‘good quality music speakers’ for you to appreciate his ‘good quality music’ on. Both of you had lived here together for almost two years now. You had your space to do your work, and he had his space to do his, but the bedroom was a special room of the house you both shared, and when his schedule allowed him to be in the city, this is where you'd spend all your nights together.

For now, today was about you. You made yourself a quick mug of coffee before opening the patio doors, letting yourself out into your garden. The fresh air tickled your skin as you hummed. Carefully, you took out your easel and canvas from the store shed and set up your paints on a rotting wooden stool.

The canvas was a paint-by-number Namjoon had given you as a Christmas present a few months ago, that you had never completed since you had lost the corresponding paints. It depicted a lion in its habitat, so you figured it couldn't be that difficult to complete it with your own colour paints.

With the background music playing lowly from the house, and the birds singing in the midday sun, you felt yourself getting drowsy. Your coffee was cold, and the summer breeze engulfed you as you willed to finish the canvas.

As soon as you did (a couple hours later), your eyes fixated on the old cushion swing in the corner of the garden that had come with the house. You stumbled over to it, fighting your own tiredness, before splaying your body across it as it rocked you to sleep.

"Baby... y/n?" Yoongi's soft voice breaks you from your slumber, and you open your eyes groggily to see his face inches away from yours with a smile ghosting over his lips. The sky is still as bright a blue before you fell asleep in your garden.

You reach forward to close the gap between you and your boyfriend, your hands cupping his face as you kiss him softly. He pulls away shortly, "Hi. Your work looks beautiful."

You giggle when you see coloured fingerprints of paint littering his cheeks, looking down at your hands to see the same colours. You press your index finger to his nose as he squirms, finishing him off with a touch of red, "Thank you, Yoongi."

He lifts you off the swing, "You did it yourself?"

You laugh lightly, curling into his arms, "It's a paint-by-number."

"It's beautiful," he rubs his cheek on yours and you squeal at the feeling of cold paint on your face now, but the warmth of him near you keeps him close. ”Just like you.”

Min Yoongi. Otro retrato que hice hace un tiempo, esta vez añadiendo color. ♥

Constantly thinking about the part in Yoongi’s thank you note in Map of the Soul: 7 where he said, “I believe that music cannot be properly complete without having an audience to listen/enjoy it. Thank you for being that part that completes this album.”

I’ll never get over him

He’s just so Yoongi

yoongi...

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Don’t You Want A Taste?…

“Why do you love me?” He asks awkwardly while watching you decorate the chocolate cake for tonight’s party.

“Whoa!… who said anything about, I mean what makes you think I love you?” You joke.

He looks down at the floor and scratches his head stuttering… “you erm we… well I… I mean… wait! what?”

He looks up to check your facial expression and catches your smile.

“Oh!… you little shit!” He says jumping off his stool, he chases you round the kitchen island… while you point the spatula at him like a sword!

You run round it a couple of times before you cave, desperate for him to catch you. Just as his hands grab you round the waist from behind pulling you in to him.

One hand sliding into your half buttoned over sized shirt and cupping your breast, gently kneading it and the other hand is straight between your legs, his fingers working their magic rubbing in all the right places.

You slowly grind against him resting your head on his shoulder, while he plants delicate kisses from the back of your ear down to the nape of your neck.

He’s just too good, you moan into his ear. This only encourages him, he slowly turns you round to face him, pushing you back against the kitchen work top and grabbing your arse.

You patiently wait for his lips on yours, only to open your eyes and be met with his confused facial expression staring back at you.

It isnt long until you too share the same expression.

“What the hell?” You both gasp!

Yoongi has chocolate frosting smeared on one side of his cheek and under his jawline and you now have it down the nape of your neck leaving a trail of his kisses on you from only moments ago.

You look down to your hands and realise you’re still holding onto the chocolate covered spatula.

You both burst out laughing!

Smiling you offer him the spatula like a lollipop.

Yoongi can’t take his eyes off you as you both lean in for a lick. He quickly grabs the spatula out of the way and replaces it with his lips, kissing you hard he almost takes your breath away, pulling you into him as if weren’t already close enough.

He slowly stops, letting you up for air and gently starts to seductively lick at the chocolate smeared on your cheek and neck.

A little smile forming at the side of his mouth as he’s reminded of how confused you both were earlier.

“Stop it! Your smile is distracting!” you smile

“I can’t help it! You looked so confused”

“I did?!” You gasp.

“You should have seen your face!… Here, let me clean you up.”

You take his face in one hand and grab the kitchen towel with the other.

He pouts… “Don’t you want a taste?”

Such a flirt how can you resist?

You jokingly over exaggerate licking your lips and start to slowly kiss and lick the chocolate from his jawline.

Turns out you can’t resist him and your kisses slowly move to the corner of his lips, lightly pecking them moving on to his bottom lip, nibbling it teasing him to open his mouth with your tongue.

He obliges, kissing you hard as he grabs hold of your ass and lifts you up on to the work top.

Your legs wrapped around his waist while his kisses get deeper and more needy.

Thrusting yourselves against each other, he grabs at your shirt lifting it from under your arse. You undo his belt buckle and fumble at the button of his jeans finally pulling them down enough so you can grab hold of his peach of an arse, digging your nails into it.

You moan as he rubs his crotch against you, you run your fingers through his long hair. He pulls open your shirt and your boobs pop out and his mouth is on them in an instant.

You can’t bear it anymore you need him inside you now!

“Yoon… please, I need you…”

You’re interrupted by a light buzzing against your thigh, confusion across your face again and Yoongi pauses as he felt it too.

You both look down at the crotch of his jeans and he vibrates again!

You both look up at each other.

“Nooo!” You cry… “please not now”

“No, no, no fuck no” Yoongi pleads…

“Wait! Is it my work phone or my own phone, what time is it?… Shiiiitt!”

Frantically padding at his pockets he grabs his phone… shouting “fuuuuck!” When he sees who’s calling and the time!

He’s supposed to be working from home and has an online meeting with Bang and an artist he will be collaborating with.

“I’m sorry!… I’m so sorry!” He pleads to you trying to pull his jeans back over his erection, kissing you while fixing his hair and adjusting his t-shirt.

You tip your head back and let out a frustrated moan…

“Hi”…. “Yeah sorry Boss, we’ve been having internet connection issues, I’m just getting logged back on now. I’m so sorry for keeping you both waiting”

His eyes pleading with you as you’re left sitting in the same position he left you in.

Tits out, a couple of buttons still fastened on your shirt, legs spread open and a space where Yoongi should be.

Turns out trying to rush to get ready for an online meeting with an erection is very difficult and the longer he looks at you sat there the less chance he has of it calming down.

Yoongi is flustered to fuck heading into his studio, he daren’t look back at you, fighting the urge to rip your shirt off and fuck you senseless.

Who thinks to check the time in the heat of the moment? If you had, you would have realised you were cutting it fine, you only had just over an hour before you had to finish the cake and be at the party.

Pissed off and horny, you hop from the work top.

Start disinfecting the benches and cleaning the spatula, laughing to yourself at the state of you both.

Yoongi would be locked in the meeting for a good while yet. You add the finishing touches to the cake and get yourself showered and ready for the party.

You head out cake in hand, leaving him a note under the spatula reminding him of the address for Jimin’s party, signing off with “I Spatula You ♥️”.

It would be an all nighter anyway so even if he manages an hour or two then Jimin would be happy.

You arrive to be greeted by the birthday boy, he’s over the moon with his birthday cake decorated with Purple Hearts and flowers as requested.

The drinks are flowing you’re having the best time with the guys and staff, checking your phone for text updates from Yoongi.

He messaged 20 minutes ago… “on my way, see you soon. I spatula you big time ♥️”

A big smile beams across your face.

It doesn’t go unnoticed.

Hobie asks what you’re smiling at and you explain “Let’s just say I had a lot of fun decorating the cake!”

He doesn’t get it but he smiles along with you.

Just then you feel hands wrap around your waist and the warmth of Yoongi’s lips on your neck and his body pressed against you.

You turn around to kiss him hello…

And again you have that confused look on your face putting your hand to your mouth.

“What?… what is it? What’s wrong?” He says

You start to laugh.

Hobie interrupts “Aaaaahh now I get it” and busts out laughing taking his phone out and snapping a pic of Yoongis face.

Getting pissed off he asks again “What?!”

“Yoongi my love, you’ve still got chocolate on your face!”

“What?”

Rubbing at the wrong cheek he’s getting flustered.

“Aaaaghhh! No way!” Stamping his feet as He shouts “Aaah! It makes sense now! No wonder Bang and Psy were looking at me weird throughout the meeting!, I must look like a total dick!”

Hugging him, you try to reassure him that it’s not that bad, “It’s not that noticeable” (a lie). He pouts and kisses you firmly on the lips.

“Hi” he says sounding a little defeated.

“Here, let me clean it off” you grab a serviette from the table and lick it ready to wipe his face. He pulls his head back and asks “Don’t you want a taste?” with his trademark smirk.

You laugh opting to clean it with the tissue instead, kissing him while you wipe.

As soon as his lips touch yours your mind races back to sitting on the work top with your legs wrapped around his waist. Clenching your thighs together feeling flustered and horny in the middle of a dance floor is not ideal, you pull away from him…

He pouts again… looking at your face trying to work out why the kiss didn’t go on for longer.

You whisper in his ear telling him how horny you are and if he doesn’t find somewhere secluded in the nightclub to fuck you in the next 5 mins and finish what he started then you’re going to the toilets and you’ll do it yourself.

He doesn’t need to be told twice… he grabs your wrist, his eyes frantically scanning the club, walking/looking for somewhere secluded.

Both the male and female toilets are on either side of the brightly lit bar there’s no way you can be that discreet.

He doesn’t have his car as you both arrived in taxis

“Yoongi, if this doesn’t happen in the next 5mins, I swear I’m going to have to go to the toilets, I can barely walk! I need you inside me now!”

Just as the words pass your lips JK walks by, he can read Yoongi’s face like a book and the fact that the last words he heard were “inside me now!”. He couldn’t help but laugh, pulling Yoongi to one side he points upstairs to the closed off curtained VIP booths.

You both practically sprint up the stairs, past caring if you’re discreet or not.

He flings open the curtains, it’s dimly lit perfect mood setting.

As soon as the curtains close his hands are on you, his fingers in your hair as he kisses you so desperately.

“Fuck” you moan into his mouth.

You’re grabbing at his belt buckle and fighting with that fucking jeans button again, he slides his hands up either thigh under your tight jersey dress looking for underwear to pull down, only to let out a moan of frustration realising again you weren’t wearing any.

He leans his head into your neck “you will be the death of me woman!” Gently biting your neck.

You paw at his jeans pushing them down further exposing his perfectly erect penis.

He gently moves you so your back is now rested against the pillar, hoisting your leg up and resting it on his hip he moves his hand to your pussy and starts rubbing small sensual circles…

“YOONGI AHH!” You shout… shocking yourself at the same time.

“No time for that. Please!!… FUCK! ME! NOW!”

He laughs and does as he’s told.

He positions himself perfectly and the relief you feel when he pushes himself inside you, filling you up you can’t help but let out a moan of total pleasure and you’re holding on to him for dear life.

He starts off slowly but as soon as your hands are on his arse and you’re pleading, whispering in his ear to “Fuck me hard” he starts hammering away.

Your hands are all over him ending up in his hair as you kiss him with total desperation. Both your legs are now round his waist as he picks up the pace.

He has one hand on the pillar for support and the other hooked on your arse and he’s fucking you with all he’s got.

The sounds he makes in your ear are driving you wild. He’s so fucking hot you’re not sure how much longer you can go.

He grabs hold of your arse with both hands and carry’s you over to the sofa, he sits and you straddle him sinking yourself back onto him without hesitation.

You both let out a moan as you slowly start thrusting on to him again. Picking up the pace as you both get back into the rhythm.

He pulls the top of your dress and the cups of your bra down, freeing your breasts as you bounce hard on his cock. He leans in licking, kissing at your nipples. You throw your head back as he keeps fucking you hard repeatedly hitting your g-spot, you feel the knot in your stomach ready to snap, he feels so fucking good.

You try to form words to tell him you’re close, just as he sucks a breath in through his teeth, his eyes close and he throws his head back on the sofa, he lets out an almighty satisfied “Aaaaggh” as you tighten yourself around him and continue to fuck him while he cums inside you.

Seconds later you join him, cursing as you cum, your body is on fire, you can barely feel your legs as he holds you tightly in place not wanting to let you go.

“Fuuuuuuuck me Yoongi!” You let out a sigh…

“I think I just did” he smiles.

You both lean in for a kiss his hands on your arse, then sliding slowly up your back and eventually in your hair as he kisses you slow and hard tugging at your hair a little. Your favourite kind of Yoongi kiss.

“Stoooop… or we’ll be here all night!”

You grab a handful of serviettes from the stand and clean yourselves up, a little unsteady on your feet. He helps adjust your boobs back in your bra, making sure you both look presentable. You’re going to need a minute before you can walk down the stairs again.

Grabbing his arse you leave the booth with a spring in your step!

“Do not under any circumstance make eye contact with JK” he says

You can’t help it, he’s the only one looking at you both with that mischievous smile on his face.

“Too late” you say laughing at JK’s expression as you rejoin the group. JK’s standing next to you with the same expression… you gently punch his gut telling him to stop, the last thing you need is the others in on it and winding you both up!

“OK!” shouts Jin… “Now that Y/N and Yoongi have finished having sex we can all sing Happy Birthday to Jimin”

You gasp and bury your head into Yoongis shoulder, there’s nothing either of you can do but laugh, hoping everyone swiftly moves on.

Fortunately Jin wasn’t as loud as he usually is and only the boys and a few staff gathered heard him over the music, they laugh not entirely sure if you have or haven’t just had sex.

Your face scarlet red, you sing Happy Birthday to Jimin, laughing as the boys turn into Opera singers near the end.

Yoongi pulls you close, kissing your cheek.

Jimin blows out the candles and makes his wish.

You move in to help him cut the cake, dishing it out to the boys and the team. Smiling while you bring a slice over to Yoongi.

He quickly swipes his finger in the frosting and smears it across his lips and asks… “Don’t you want a taste?”

You smile so hard, you feel like your heart is going to burst as you say…

“There… that’s why, that’s why I love you” as you pull him in for a kiss, both laughing as you smear the chocolate over each others mouths.

You’re thinking to yourself “How did I get so fucking lucky?”

Not knowing that he is thinking the exact same thing!

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

4 Days…

You finally arrive. The flight was long but you’re hoping it’s going to be worth it. It’s 9:30am in Seoul.

You text Hobi to let him know you’ve arrived safe and are just coming out of arrivals. He calls you to give instructions on where he and Jimin are parked. Jimin starts flashing his lights when you are near. You can hear their laughter coming from the car feet away.

Once you’re inside Hobi is squealing with excitement, squeezing and hugging you tightly. He’s then pushed out of the way as you get a hug and a kiss from Jimin, you all clap your hands in giddy excitement. “Ok” you say… “that’s enough. I stink and I’m tired! Halp me!” As you flop down on the back seat dramatically. You feel sick to your stomach, a mixture of nerves, hunger and desperation to surprise Yoongi.

The boys have helped you plan it, they had just finished their latest tour and were back home. The plan was to get to Hobi’s, so you could get yourself changed and freshened up. The boys faked a meeting at HQ as they knew that Yoongi would already be there. Telling him they had some adjustments to make to their albums and they needed his help. Hobi’s plan was to tell Yoongi that there was a parcel he needed to sign for in reception and instead it would be you.

While Jimin made his way to HQ after dropping you both off, Hobi had you fed, watered and after you’d refreshed yourself with a hot shower you were ready to go. Hobi blasted music on the drive over as you were both far too quiet. He had a call from Jimin confirming Yoongi was in the building as he had slept in the studio the night before.

Just as you arrive in the car park your phone buzzes with a text from Yoongi “Sorry I didn’t reply it’s been a bit hectic, can I FaceTime you before you go to sleep?, I miss your face. Please?”

“Shit!”

You text him back asking him to give you 10-15 mins.

You head into reception wearing a black cap, face mask and long black padded coat. Hobi hugs you tightly and tells you it will all be ok and he’ll see you soon and leaves you in reception for what is the longest 10mins of your life. You finally get a nod from the reception staff that Yoongi is on his way down…

You hear the ping of the elevators.

You can feel your pulse pounding in your ears.

You feel like your legs are going to give way.

Your heart is literally in your throat.

You turn your back to him as he walks down the corridor.

You hear his footsteps getting closer as he mumbles the words “fucking FaceTime” to himself, he then asks the staff what he needs to sign for, sounding a little moody. That voice though… how you’ve missed that voice.

You slowly turn around to face him, pulling your mask off and ask “Are you free to FaceTime now?”

“What the fuuh?!”

He steps back eyes wide scanning you up and down, not sure if it is your voice he heard?

He moves closer, slowly lifting your cap and peaking under it.

He gasps… pulling it back down over your face as he runs away back up the corridor to the elevators.

“Yoongi!” you shout laughing at him. You can hear Hobi clapping/laughing in the background while filming it all on his phone.

You take your cap off as he runs back to you… your arms open, ready to be whisked off your feet. Instead he grabs your wrist and pulls you to the elevator frantically pressing at the call button.

“Yoongi?” You say a little worried as you can’t see his face. The staff and Hobi pile in the elevator quickly after you. Yoongi is standing protectively in front of you. Desperately wanting to kiss you and hold you but too scared of his emotions in front of everyone.

Your back is to the wall of the elevator in the corner, he has a tight grip of your hand holding it to his side.

You rest your forehead on the back of his shoulder completely overwhelmed you let out a heavy sigh, you still don’t know if he’s happy to see you?

A tear falls down your cheek and he feels your breathing change as you let out a quiet sob.

Still holding your hand, he pulls it up to his chest squeezing it tightly to him. You can feel his heart pounding through his chest.

You discreetly put your free hand on the other side of his waist and pull him to you a little. Desperate for him to turn around and kiss you like you’ve dreamt of for months.

Hobi can see the shift in mood and nods to the staff saying “Erm guys come with me I’ve just remembered there’s fresh donuts in the meeting room level 5” they all get off at the next floor. Hobi shouts “Love you guys!” As he exits.

Yoongi doesn’t react he just continues to stare straight ahead… the elevator doors ping closed.

“Yoongi I’m sor…” He turns around grabbing your face in his hands and smashes his lips into yours, kissing you with total desperation, pressing you up against the elevator wall. Your hands go straight to his ass as you pull him in to you, quickly moving them up to his shoulders then cupping his face. You feel wet on your hands as you open your eyes and see tears in his and down his cheek.

You panic. “Yoongi I’m sorry I thought it would be a good idea to surprise you I didn’t mean to upset you…”

“Shut up dickhead and kiss me, I’ve missed you so fucking much!” He grabs your coat collar and pulls you in to him as you wrap yourself around him, just as the elevator doors ping open, he takes you by the hand to his studio.

You’re barely in the door when he flings your cap off and takes your coat from you tossing them to one side.

“I can’t believe it, are you really here?”

His arms outstretched with both hands on your shoulders, he’s staring you up and down and gently turns you around grabbing a hold of your ass “Ahhh yes, you’re real!” He smiles pulling you in to him as he wraps his arms around you, lightly brushing over your breasts and gently kisses your neck.

He pulls you over to his couch and sits himself down, you straddle him as he pulls you down to him.

“How the hell did you pull this off?” He says with a muffled voice as his face is buried into your breasts.

You lean back, combing your fingers through his hair. You tell him how Hobi helped you plan it, that you knew he had the next 4 days free so you planned on spending them with him.

“Wait!… just 4 days?!”

“Well yes…”

“But I have 2 weeks R&R!” He interrupts

“I know but we didn’t have access to your whole schedule, or know if you had anything planned and I don’t want you cancelling any ready made plans with friends or family and so I just grabbed the 4 days and…”

“No! I’m not happy, cancel the return ticket, change the date… stay with me!” He demands

“I can’t cancel it’s too expensive” you laugh.

“No, please just cancel it, 4 days isn’t enough. No, I’ll give you the money, let me buy it please?” He whines

“But I can’t let you do that, plus I have to be back at work, I have a business to run”

He flings himself back on the sofa completely deflated “I’ve just got to hold you, I’ll blink and you’ll be gone!”

“Well don’t blink and don’t waste the time we have in a huff!” You tease.

“Please?” he pleads

“Shhhhh… kiss me Yoongi!”

God how you’ve missed his lips, his smell the feel of his hands on you but most of all you just desperately missed… him.

The kiss is endless, with his hands on your ass he starts to thrust himself against you and you slowly roll your hips grinding on him. You feel a burning in the pit of your stomach, his hands are all over you as you both pick up the pace. He scatters kisses and nibbles on your neck down to your chest as you let out a moan of pleasure. You’ve dreamt about this.

He can’t get enough of you as he kisses you hard, his hands are in your hair then moving swiftly to the tie of your trousers, sliding his hand between your underwear he gently slides two fingers into you. A loud moan escapes you as you gently rock against him while he works his magic, sliding them in and out while his thumb rubs delicately against your clit.

His eyes wide as he drinks the vision of you fucking his fingers in. He leans into you, his fingers moving faster as he feels you tighten around them. You can barely speak everytime you try, you let out another breathy moan which only encourages him.

With his free hand he slides it under your t shirt, massaging your breast and gently tweaking your nipple. You start fucking against him hard calling out his name as you feel you’re about to cum.

“Kiss me Y/N” he asks. His eyes wide with lust.

With one hand on his shoulder you use the other to pull him into you, moaning as you kiss him.

His other hand now in your hair as he holds you in place while you cum. “Fuck me!, fuuck Yoongi, ffuck me…” you moan loudly almost into his mouth.

The smile on his face says it all (if not a little smug). You slowly rock against his fingers as he slides them from you as you come down from your high.

“Well fuck” he laughs “I’ve definitely missed that sound…”

You jump as you hear a loud banging on the studio wall… coming from a room next door.

Yoongi’s phone starts pinging with messages.

“What the fuck, something must be up” he says

You tell him to check incase it’s important.

He leans over grabbing his phone as you unsteadily move off him and sit next to him on the sofa fixing your trousers.

“Oh shiiiit… erm…” his face blushing red

“What? What is it?”

“It appears we have had an audience”

“Shut up! No way!, who’s the perv?” You gasp.

“Oh just a few billion people watching/listening to Jimin, V and JK next door on Live”

“Nooooooo!” You fall back on the sofa cringing, pulling your t-shirt over your head.

The boys had heard your first moan but just started talking louder once they put 2 and 2 together and realised you and Yoongi were “catching up”. Then as you got louder they had to play music to drown it out incase it could be heard on Live as Army never misses a thing. JK and V took it in turns to go off camera to text Yoongi…

“Hey Bro! Happy for you but could you not of used the soundproof booth instead!”

Then V… “I assume you are now finished based on the crescendo? Can I stop singing loudly and turn the music down now?”

Yoongi laughs hard leaning over you to pull your t shirt back down from your face, scattering kisses over your cheeks as he lies down flat on top of you with his head resting on your chest. It feels so good feeling the weight of his body on top of you. You comb your fingers through his hair as he tucks his hands underneath you and snuggles in, before you know it you’ve both drifted off to sleep.

You’re woken by a knocking on his door, he gets up rubbing his eyes and smiles at you stretching. He opens the door to JK standing there with a big bowl of noodles and a big smirk on his face “I figured you two would be hungry?!”

Smiling peaking through the door he shouts “Hi Y/N!!” “Hi JK!” You shout as you get up and walk to the door giving him a peck on his cheek “Thank you for the food” you quickly scurry back before the embarrassment kicks in. “It’s nice to hear you… I mean see you!” He jokes as Yoongi pushes him to leave saying “Thank you, now go” in his still half asleep tone.

You sit together eating the food, not realising how hungry you both were. “Ok!… how much longer do we have left together now then?”

4 days seemed like such a great idea at the time, you know how busy Yoongi is. It would be enough time for you to be with him for you to get your fix, without putting him under any pressure to change his plans and still have his well deserved break. Now sitting with him, you felt like every minute was being robbed from you. You already felt sick at the thought of going home.

Finishing the noodles Yoongi decides “Let’s go home”

You pick up your luggage from reception and He takes the scenic route back home, knowing how much you love to see the blossom trees but he only has eyes for you. He sees your face change as you look a little sad. The reality of just 4 days was kicking in.

“Are you ok sweets?” He asks?

“4 Days isn’t long enough!” You sob

“Don’t.. please don’t cry, please. Wait let me pull over”

“4 Days, 2 weeks…” he says taking your face in his hands “1 month, or 2. It’s never going to be long enough, I’m always going to want you with me no matter how long”

He kisses your tears, you feel better but still shit.

“Let’s make the most of what time we do have then”

You nod wiping your face.

The next few days together go by in a flash. Yoongi wakes you early each morning so he can make love to you as the sun comes up, that’s after he’s fucked you senseless the night before.

You’ve had walks along the Han River, then back to bed. Cooked food for each other, then back to bed. He’s driven you to some of his favourite secluded spots. Danced in the kitchen to Andy Williams “I love you Baby” serenading each other singing into a spatula. You’ve lounged on the sofa wrapped up in each other watching TV. There was no chill with your Netflix. There was hot and sweaty but no chill!

All the while you’ve both had this little clock counting down to your inevitable departure and today is your last full day together.

You’re both up early, showered and ready for the day, you don’t have any set plans, apart from just being with each other.

“Would it be ok if we head to the studio real quick, before we go for food? It should only take half hour, depending on how well it goes?”

“You don’t have to explain we can go no problem”

“Ok, are you good to go now or do you need more time”

“Nope!… let’s go! let’s go!”

You spend the drive to studio gazing at him the whole way there your fingers running through his hair, while he serenaded you with a power ballad playing on the radio. He pulls your hand from his hair and kisses your palm before putting it back in his hair. You feel a lump in your throat but take a deep breath and look out the window, through fear you may cry. Yoongi knows, so sings louder to make you smile.

You get to the studio and he directs you to the office chair… “Sit” he says gently pushing you into it. He seems a little nervous… he must just really need to get his work finished you think to yourself.

“It’s ok you know, I like spending…”

“Shhh” he interrupts putting his finger to his lips.

If he didn’t look so cute you’d probably punch him!

He’s busily clicking and tapping away and a little while later he turns to you gently placing a pair of headphones over your ears. “Just listen” he asks.

He sits on the sofa in front of you pulling you closer to him so you’re now facing each other. He presses play on his tablet.

You hear Yoongi clearing his throat… then…

“Y/N this is everything that I’ve been trying to say to you but haven’t been able to as I stumble over my words when I look into your eyes” you put your hand to your lips as your chin starts to tremble… “Yoo…” he interrupts you with a kiss.

His words are beautiful, amongst other things when he talks he reminds you of the time you’ve spent together, telling you he would rather go through the happiness and despair of seeing you for 4 days or 4 mins than never.

He tells you when he woke you early each morning to watch the sunrise, that he had been lying awake for at least half an hour before you so he could watch you sleep. He told you how he wanted to cancel your return ticket and set you up with a cake business here in Seoul, just so he could see you every day but he knew you would kill him.

You are a blubbering mess, a mixture of tears and Mascara streaked down your face. You look up at him laugh/crying, his eyes are filled with a mixture of anxiety and an urge to kiss you.

Then his voice returns in the headphones.

“There are six words I will never stumble over when I say them to you Y/N… I’am so in love with you”

You let out a heaving sob, as if you weren’t already emotional enough. You grab hold of his face as he pulls you from the chair over to him on the sofa.

“I love you so fucking much Yoongi” you cry.

He clamps himself to you with barely any space between you, one hand gripped round your waist and the other in your hair he’s kissing you hard and with such need you can barely take it.

You start pulling at his sweater lifting it up to get to his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down enough to free his perfect erection. You have never needed him inside of you more, you are literally burning inside out.

He doesn’t hesitate as he whips your sweater up and off in one swoop, he lets out a moan at the sight of your burgundy lace underwear his favourite colour on you. You may have been wearing one of his giant black sweaters for your comfort but the underwear was all for him.

He starts pulling at the tie on your pants, getting a little angry when he can’t loosen it. “Ayesh!” He whines.

“It’s a false tie” you whisper in his ear and laugh.

“Aaaaagh! He whines. “Please take them off” he demands with an epic pout.

You stand as he tucks his hands into either side of your pants and slowly pushes them down, dropping delicate kisses on your hips as you run your fingers through his hair.

As you step back out of them he pulls you to him guiding you down on to his perfectly erect cock and slides himself into you, you let out a sigh of relief. You take a few seconds to savour the feel of him inside of you before you start rocking back and forth onto him, his hands on your ass pushing himself in deeper.

He grabs hold of you and flips you down onto the sofa, he needs to fuck you and he does, so fucking well. He’s hammering away at an unforgiving pace, his moans in your ear make you call out his name.

His lips are hovering over yours as he pounds away at your hips, “Kiss me” he pleads. You feel like you’re going to explode. You kiss him, tongues gliding over each other’s, he gently sucks at your bottom lip then kisses down your neck while he fucks you so good, so hard and so fucking deep.

He feels you tighten around him as you moan out his name, “Yoongi!… fuck! fuuck! fuck me hard Yoongi, please, please don’t stop!” He doesn’t he fucks you with all he has a you cum crying out his name.

He’s not far behind you as he sucks in a deep breath through his teeth then moans out your name as he as cums. You wrap yourself round him kissing him hard both slowly rocking into each other as you come down from your high. He slowly eases himself out of you and sits back on the sofa looking at the beautiful mess he has made of you. He conveniently has tissues and wipes to the side of the sofa and you clean yourselves up.

“Ok!” He claps “Shall we go for food now?” he laughs!

“You’re insatiable Min Yoongi!”

You freshen yourselves up grab a quick drink of water and then head on out for food. Yoongi has reserved a more secluded area of the restaurant so you didn’t have to be worrying about prying eyes while you ate together.

It goes by in a flash, you don’t remember what most of the conversations were about but you know every facial expression he used as he gets real cute when he talks passionately about something.

He takes a slow drive back to his apartment, while he’s at his door searching for his key card you lean into his back holding onto him. He holds your hands to his chest while he scans the key and continues to hold you as he pulls you inside and you plod behind him. He turns, pecking you on the lips and cuddles you in tight as you both take in a deep breath. You have less than 5 hours before you have to check in. It fucking hurts.

After taking a shower together, you change in to one of his t shirts and lay on the bed. He slides over to you and pulls you in to him. “Can we just stay like this till I have to go?” You cry into his chest. “Yes, just what I wanted” he says as he squeezes you a little tighter.

You talk about plans for when you can next meet up. He already has FaceTime calls booked in for you in his schedule for the next few months. Even during his R&R time he still has personal projects he needs to work on but he promised he will make sure to call when he can. It’s worked fine for you both in the past but now your closer to leaving it all feels a little more desperate.

The final hour together flies by not helped by you dry humping each other and having a full make out session for most of it but now it’s time to go. He has his arm wrapped round you till you get to the car. On the drive he serenades you again. He’ll do anything to make you smile but it doesn’t work.

Yoongi can only drive you to the airport and say his goodbyes in the car. He pulls up to the airport car park, leans over to you pulling you in and kisses you passionately. “I really don’t want to but I’m going to go head in, I think it’s only going to be harder the longer I stay, I’ll be texting you till I’m in the air anyway” you say crying.

“Ok” he says as he tries to quickly wipe a tear away from his face.

“I love you so hard Yoongi, do you know?.”

You lean in to kiss him as he pulls you in by your collar. “Text me when you’ve checked in”

He’s holding onto your hand tightly as he pulls it to him and kisses your palm.

“Yoongi I…” you swallow hard.

“It’s ok, I know…” he says as he wipes away another tear. You lean in for one last kiss then slowly pull away backing out of the car.

You walk to the entrance not looking back through fear you’ll run back to him. When you get to the check in desk you find your ticket has been upgraded, you bawl your eyes at the customer service team when you try to explain that your boyfriend upgraded you as a surprise but the sounds you make are illegible as they slowly push a box of tissues in your direction with an awkward smile.

You text him to let him know you’ve checked in and to thank him for the upgrading your ticket, he replies letting you know it took all of his strength to not cancel it completely! You tell him to not text and drive but he replies letting you know he’s still sat in the car park not wanting to leave. “Please go home and be safe, I love you” you tell him.

He replies “I will, when you are up in the air and I know I can’t drag you back to me!”

You start boarding, doing your best to smile as you’re greeted by the attendants. Your phone pings as you’re getting yourself seated, you’re not used to the fancy premier 1st class but you’re enjoying it. Getting yourself comfortable you check your messages.

His texts reads “check your email”

You check and there’s a audio file attached. You load the file putting your headphones in and it’s his recording reminiscing of the past 4 days together. Your throat is sore from trying to hold in your cry, you listen to it on repeat as you drift in and out of sleep while his voice plays in your ears. You watch some TV to pass the time but all you’re thinking about is him.

You arrive in London the wait for your connecting flight back home to Newcastle is short thankfully. You eventually get back to your apartment, kick off your shoes and coat and throw yourself in your bed and cry your eyes out, totally overwhelmed you fall asleep.

You wake nearly 3 hours later to your phone vibrating. You’ve missed calls from your family checking in and calls and texts from Yoongi also checking in.

You try to call him but it goes to voicemail, you know he’ll reply when he can. You text him “Just woke up, sorry. Speak to you when you’re free, I love you”

You potter around sorting your laundry, catch up on work emails and get emotional when making a bowl of noodles! You try to keep yourself busy then your phone vibrates it’s Yoongi calling.

“Hello Lover… are you ok?” He asks.

“Yeah I’m good, missing you though”

“I have a package on its way to you so I wanted to make sure you were up to receive it, the tracker says it’s minutes away”

“What is it, I’ve told you to not waste your money. Save it for when you buy me a house” you laugh.

“Not telling, it’s a surprise, hopefully you can have some fun with it though” he laughs

Just then there’s a loud knock on the door.

“Oooooh this might be it now! Hold on while I get it Yoongi”

Another loud knock. Holding the phone to your ear with one hand you unlock your door with the other…

“Hi… I missed you”

“What the fuck?!” You slam the door in shock.

“Fuck! Sorry!” You say scrambling to open it again still with the phone to your ear. He’s laughing so hard as you open it to him. Standing there looking so fucking perfect.

“I’m sor…” you start to say as he slams himself into you, pushing you through your door, picking you up as you wrap yourself around him sloppily kissing each other.

“When did you?”

“I was in the car park waiting for you to get up in the air and thought, fuck it. So I booked the tickets while I waited, I drove back home packed some clothes and got the next flight out, I was only a few hours behind you!”

“How long do I have you for?” You ask

“4 days…” he quips

“Whaat!? Just 4 days?!” You whine

“Nah you’ve got me for two weeks I just wanted to show you how it felt!”

“Dick head!” You laugh as you pull him by his belt buckle to your bedroom…

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Leaning over the counter you gaze adoringly at your boyfriend, watching as he cooks up another no doubt delicious meal.

“Taste this please…”

Yoongi holds out a spoon to your lips

“Tell me what you think?”

“Yes Chef!” You take a taste “Ooh… That That I Like It” you smirk

He rolls his eyes and continues cooking.

“Should I make some rice to go with it?” He asks

“No, not today!” You grin

He tips his head back and let’s out a groan.

You slide round the work top moving closer to him.

He’s playing it cool giving you the side eye but you spot the corner of his mouth raise ever so slightly. Which only encourages you to aggravate him more.

You start bopping your head and shaking your hips, moving closer towards him as you bump your hips against his.

“Stop iiiit!” He laughs.

“Hey! I don’t need Permission to Dance!”

“Aaaaaaggh!… please Y/N!” Still laughing.

Standing behind him you wrap your arms around his waist, kissing his shoulders.

He lifts his arm up and over getting you in a gentle head lock and pulling you up to him as he plants a kiss firmly on your lips.

“Now do you regret teasing me because I couldn’t remember a couple of your hundred song titles?” You ask.

“No, no I don’t… not if it means you’ll grind your hips up against me just to tease me. Can I make one request though… please can we do it again but with our clothes off?”

Your mouth wide open, you gasp…

“Aaaaah” he says “Finally! no more witty comebacks eh, are you struggling to find an answer?” He teases.

“No…” you say as you scoot yourself up on the counter, legs wide open. “You guys just never wrote a song titled… Please stop talking and fuck me over this kitchen counter now”

He flicks the hobs off, flings the utensils in the sink as he moves over to you and positions himself between your legs. Grabbing your hips pulling you to him, he kisses you hard and whispers in your ear “You’re My Universe”.

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“Everyone assumes I just sit in here all day or that they can’t speak to me, I can’t be disturbed if I’m in the studio… I don’t know how that started. I mean obviously if I’m busy and have a deadline to meet then I’m more focused on the task but I do take breaks. I do do other things than just stay in here. People can come and see me, I must come across as pretty boring if they think that’s all I do?”

“Oh ok, does that mean I can come and sit in with you while you work then?”

“No” he laughs

“Dickhead!” You smile

“I wouldn’t get anything done…”

“That’s not fair you know I wouldn’t make a sound”

“That’s the thing, anyone else I can cope with but you don’t have to make a sound to distract me, you alone are distraction enough!”

You huff… “so anyone can be with you in your studio except for me… your girlfriend?”

“Pretty much…” he smiles

“Fine…”

“Wait, are you upset?”

“Nope, it’s all good. Thank you for clarifying”

He reaches his hand over to your thigh. You quickly stand “ok well I’m going in the shower, I’ll let you get on, I don’t want to keep you from your work”

You know you’re being petty but you can’t help it, your favourite thing to do is watch him work. You get so turned on by him just being himself, his little expressions and mannerisms as well as his hands.

Those fucking hands, even watching him prepping food turns you on and now he’s stopping you from getting your fix.

You head to the shower. 10mins later you hear the door to the bathroom click open, Yoongi walks up to the shower door pressing himself against it as he watches you lathering yourself up. “Can I join you?” He asks.

“No… sorry… I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on getting myself clean, I mean if it were anybody else wanting to join it would be fine but I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on washing myself if…”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Sorry… I just really need to focus” you say rubbing the soapy bubbles across your breasts, staring straight at him tweaking your nipples as you go.

He presses himself up harder against the shower door, his mouth open as he watches you bend over lathering up your legs making sure he has full view of your ass.

His forehead flush against the door he lets out a frustrated moan.

You straighten up and start rubbing the soap over your stomach, swirling it around moving your hands up to your breasts lathering the soap around them.

You move your hand slowly down to your pussy. He bites his lip “Please Y/N…” he pleads. You can see his erection pushing against the shower door.

You’re so turned on by the pleading look on his face, you slide two fingers slowly inside, you moan “Suugaa”.

He can’t take it. He bursts through the door fully clothed his arm instantly round your waist as the other grabs the back of your neck gripping your hair, he kisses you hard pushing you up against the tiled wall.

Your hands move immediately to his hair, you hitch your leg up against his hip, he slides his fingers into you as you start to slowly fuck against them.

“Please fu…” you begin to say. Before you even finish he’s desperately trying to rid himself of his soaking wet pj bottoms while you pull at his wet t shirt.

“Aaaagh! I’ve never had to fight this hard with my clothes before!!” As you both laugh

“Your underwear isn’t this hard to take off when it’s wet!” He laughs. Slapping his chest you tell him “Hurry the fuck up… please!”

He’s frantically stamping himself out of them…

“Ok… where were we” he smiles

“In me…” you moan

He flips you round as you steady yourself with your hands against the wall, he grabs your hips pulling them towards him. He slides himself slowly into you as you savour every inch of him, you both let out a satisfied moan. He starts fucking away, slamming into you and taking his frustrations out on your hips.

You’re pleading for him to “Fuck me Yoongi!” He has one hand on your shoulder and the other squeezing your ass as he hammers away. He pulls you back to him as he starts kissing hard down your neck

“Fuuuck Y/N” he moans. You reach round grabbing a hold of his ass digging your nails in as he continues to pound away at you.

You can barely get your breath as you feel a ping in the pit of your stomach and you tighten yourself around him.

“Fuck please, please… wait oh god I’m going to cum” you cry out.

“Me too lover” he whispers with his deep voice in your ear, seconds later you peak together. He lets out a satisfied “Aaaaggghh!” as he holds you tightly to him.

Your legs are weak as he eases himself from you, gently turning you round and kisses you sloppily.

You pull the shower head over to you both and freshen yourselves up. Handing you a towel he takes you by the hand over to the bed.

You lay there cheeks flushed as you watch him dry himself down and put on some dry pj bottoms.

His perfectly toned body and long wet hair making you clench your thighs together as you bite your lip, you put your face in your hands and let out a little scream.

“What?… what is it” he asks confused by your reaction. “You can come in the studio, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset…”

“No, no it’s ok… I’ve come to realise that I would continue to be a distraction… I can’t be in the same room as you and not want to touch you or have you touch me” you blush.

“I would only want to cum in your studio”

“Yeah?… well I can focus on that too” he smirks.

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Call It…

“Bullshit…” You yell

“Eh?”

“I call bullshit!… there’s no way you don’t know what a simple gesture from you can do to a woman?”

“What do you mean!” He asks

“Don’t be so naive Yoongi” you moan

“There are cameras on you constantly, you can’t drink water without someone thinking it’s hot. You can’t pout without someone wanting to jump you! I should know!! I’m that someone!” You poke at your chest, a little too hard.

“So don’t play fucking coy thinking that licking your lips as a waitress brings your meal over isn’t going to get a reaction. The reaction will be me walking out and leaving you both to it!”

He leans in trying to take hold of your hand but you pull away.

“FUUUCK ME Y/N… I can’t make an innocent gesture without it being construed as being seductive or suggestive. I have no clue what the waitress even looked like… I know that my food looked good, I know my lips were dry… I licked my fucking lips Y/N, I just licked them” he sighs.

“Why are we doing this now? Who’s planted the seed of doubt, what’s making you think I want anyone but you?!”

“Here’s the seed of doubt… who’s that?!” Angry tears well in your eyes. You show him the article titled “BTS’s Suga - In Dating Scandal” with a very blurry photo attached.

It’s clearly him with his favourite embroidered bomber jacket, the picture was cropped from security footage so you could only see the two of them walking in what looked like an alleyway, with his hand on the girls arse.

“What the fuck?!” He exclaims “Well that’s obviously me but who the fuck is that” he squints at the picture.

“You tell me, she has long dark hair and you’re keeping her arse warm!”

“But I’ve never even… Wait, when and where is this supposed to have been taken?”

“2 Weeks ago near your HQ”

He scrunches his face and pouts taking a closer look.

“Is this a joke…” he asks

You can feel yourself getting more frustrated, you down your Soju.

“That’s you dickhead!” he laughs

“Don’t you dare..” You’re ready to flip your shit.

“Wait! Let me explain…” he holds up his hands in protest.

“WE! you and I… went to the cafe round the corner, you met me for lunch. WE ended up there for the rest of the day! That’s you drunk on Soju pretending to be Jimin with your cardigan over your head! Not some girl with black hair!… it’s you! He exclaims

“You were drunk and you said I had to take you out the back door because you didn’t want YOUR fans to see you like that!” He has a massive smile forming.

You snatch your phone out of his hand pinching and zooming in. Fuck! Sure enough it’s you, you can see that now, that’s your hair poking out the side of the cardigan, that’s your wrist tattoos and that’s your bag Yoongi’s carrying over his shoulder!

“Fuuuuuck” you feel your face flushing red. Your ears are burning. You fucking fool. You’ve done it again, you’ve let your own insecurities fuck you over.

He leans in to you wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him.

You slope back and slowly try to slide down under the table to hide your face from the embarrassment. He stops you, laughing as he pulls you up to him. With one hand round your waist and the other in your hair and softly kisses your pout.

“When” he kisses your bottom lip

“Will you” he kisses your top lip

“Understand” he sucks at your bottom lip

“That I only” he pecks at your mouth

“Want you, nobody else” he kisses you hard, you grab hold of his face and kiss him passionately, your tongues brushing against each others. You move your fingers to his hair while his hand moves to your arse, grabbing it tight as your kisses get more fervent.

You come up for air “I’m sorry, I’m such an arsehole and I’m never drinking again”

“I call bullshit”… he smiles as he leans in kissing you harder.

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Promises…

You slowly stretch under the covers letting out a satisfied moan…

You turn and see Yoongi sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at you adoringly, smiling as he watches you stretch and trying his best to control himself after hearing you moan.

“Good morning lover…” He says planting a kiss firmly on your lips

“Mmmmmm” you moan as you stretch out again

“Please stop doing that”

“Eh? Doing what?” You say while stroking your fingers slowly up and down his back.

“Doing what…?” he laughs leaning in to you. “As if you don’t know, you sound so fucking sexy when you moan, I’ve been sat here at the edge of the bed for the past 10 minutes listening to you and trying to contain my erection”. You laugh “You should have woke me”

“I couldn’t because I’d be even later than I already am and when I want you, I’m not rushing my time with you” he smirks.

You clench your thighs together, his voice, his words, he could be reading out an instruction booklet for a toaster and you’d still be turned on.

“You need to get going then, you can’t be late because of me… the boys will be mad if you keep them waiting” you gently nudge him.

“Ok but when I get back tonight”… he smooches on your lips hard “I’ll help you make those noises again but not because you’re tired”

“Is that a promise?”

“Yes it most definitely is” he kisses you on the cheek, then the other, your nose, your forehead then lastly he sucks hard on your bottom lip making you moan.

“Aaaagggh! Ok, I’m going!” he jumps up grabs his keys and bag turns to look back at you, biting his lip. He runs back to you and kisses you quickly.

“Aaagggh” he stamps his foot then darts out the door.

“Mmmmmmmmm Bye My Love!” You tease as the door closes behind him.

You turn over to Yoongi’s side of the bed, you still have half an hour before you need to start getting ready for work.

You hear the door unlock “What did you forget now!?” You call out, turning back over to see Yoongi hopping on one foot struggling to take his other shoe off, he runs towards you and jumps on the bed, you squeal with excitement.

“5 more minutes” he smirks while you wrap your legs around his waist and he starts kissing you slowly and passionately.

“Yoongi…” you whisper as he kisses down your neck “Mmmh” he responds

“You’ll get in trouble with the boys”

“Ssshhhh don’t you worry… I still have 1:38 minutes left” You haven’t made out like this in a while, kissing each other sloppily as your tongues brush against each other’s, your hands all over each other. You let out a little moan instantly apologising as it escapes. “Sorry, sorry. Ok now you have to go” you say lightly pushing him from you.

“Ok, ok!” He laughs, grabbing one more kiss

He opens the door pouting while he backs away.

“Love you” you both say in unison.

After a busy day at work you get home, it’s late and Yoongi still isn’t home.

As you change into your comfy clothes you get a text from him “My love I’m going to be late, I’m sorry but if I get this finished tonight we can have the weekend together. Please have something to eat, don’t wait up. Love you xx”

You let out a moan of frustration… it’s not unusual for Yoongi to be late getting home but you were looking forward to him keeping his promise, still at least you’ll have time together over the weekend.

You wake early the following morning. Looking over you see Yoongi sleeping peacefully next to you, he has one hand cupping your boob, one leg wrapped round you and the cutest little sleepy pout on his face. You didn’t hear him come home but you know he will be tired, you do your best to not disturb him so you slide out of his grip as he stirs and lets out a little moan. Now you understand why he sat on the bed listening to you make the same noises the morning before. He sounds so fucking hot.

You lean in and softly kiss his pout then turn to leave, his arm reaches out grabbing you round the waist, moaning “Good morning” he pulls you in close to him. You back yourself into him and he wraps himself around you.

“Aren’t you tired” you ask

“Yes but I need this more” he squeezes you in a little tighter

“Are you ok? Did work go ok?”

“Yes and no, work is good but busy… I’m feeling a little overwhelmed to be honest” he says quietly.

You turn yourself around to face him and comb your fingers through his hair, you kiss his cheek. “You’ve got a lot on, I need you to look after yourself please, is there anything I can do to help?” He pulls you in tighter and nuzzles his head into your neck kissing it softly.

“This helps” he says wrapping his leg over you.

You hold him tightly and continue to stroke your fingers through his hair while he dozes back off to sleep, moaning slightly as he drifts off, you bite your lip thinking about his promise.

You wake a couple of hours or so later to find him in the kitchen making coffee, a big smile spreads across his face as you walk towards him.

“Good afternoon lover” he shouts. You grab a hold of his face and kiss him hard, he leans in for more and you happily oblige. You can’t help but put your hands straight in his hair and pull him into you kissing each other slowly and passionately. He has his hand cradling your neck and the other on your arse, pulling you in to close what little gap there was between you.

Your kisses get more desperate as he sucks gently on your bottom lip (he knows what this does to you) and you can’t help but moan out.

“There you go again Y/N, I don’t think you know what it does to me”

“Trust me after this morning, I do” you laugh as you lean in to continue the kiss.

“I have a promise to keep…” he whispers

“I was worried you’d forgot”

“Never, I always keep my promise” he whispers pulling your underwear down, caressing your arse and kissing you harder. You continue to moan when you feel his crotch rub against you and he slides his hands underneath your t shirt, slowly massaging your breasts.

He lifts you and places you up on the counter top, you ease back while he kisses your breast then slowly moving his hand down to your pussy, he gently slides two fingers into you and you thrust against them. You take in a breath and almost forget to let it out, “You feel so good” you moan as he picks up the pace. You watch him bite his lip as you hold his wrist and start to thrust against him harder.

“Fuck Y/N” he moans

“Please Yoongi… I need more”

He doesn’t hesitate… he swaps his fingers for his perfectly erect cock, sliding into you gently while taking a few seconds so he can feel himself inside you. He sucks a breath in through his teeth as he starts to fuck you slowly but the more noise you make the harder he goes.

“Yoongi… I… I can’t take it. You feel so fucking good, yes right there… Oh god… please right there… mmmmm yes, yes!” His hands grip your arse tighter as he rams his hips against you. You feel so good when you tighten around him and he feels you arch yourself into him, you cry out again and he can barely contain himself. You both frantically fuck each other “Yoongi!” you cry out as you cum, he tips his head back as he follows you. You both slowly rock into each other and ride out the high of your orgasm together.

He has his head resting on your chest as he catches his breath. “Fuck Y/N… that was so fucking good” he sighs

“I’m so glad you always keep your promises” you laugh as you comb his hair back from his sweaty brow and run your fingers through his hair.

“Can I make another promise to you in advance… for tonight, tomorrow morning and the day after please?”

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Harassment…

It was a rare day off for Yoongi, so you made the most of it and filled it with his favourite things.

Lying on the sofa, flicking between Netflix and basketball, only moving for food/refreshments, toilet breaks and kisses.

You sat either end of the sofa with your legs resting on each other’s.

If he thought you weren’t paying enough attention he would prod your butt cheek with his toe.

You take out your chap stick and run it over your lips. Yoongi notices and asks “My lips are a little dry can I try some of that too!?”

“Yeah, here you go” you hold your arm outstretched to him.

He leans into you, he continues getting closer till he is eventually on all fours on top of you. Leaning in he smooshes his lips against yours, rubbing the chap stick you’d just applied on his lips while laughing.

“Hey!” You whine

You reapply it. He quickly smooshes his lips on yours again. “Sir… this is harassment” you joke

He leans in again… “Wait!” You say putting your finger to his lips.

You reapply the chap stick to his lips “Ok, now you’re ready” you smile as he rubs his lips together.

“Thank you” he sits back down with a smirk

“Hey!… you’re such a tease! Where’s my kiss?”

“I thought it was harassment?” He raises an eyebrow

“Well I want you to harass me!” You whine

“Come here then…”

“You’re not playing fair Yoongi!”

He grabs a hold of your ankles and pulls you in to him, giggling you move in closer and straddle his lap.

“Harass me… please” he asks, his hands slowly move under your t shirt stroking either side of your waist.

You stroke his hair back with your fingers then hold his head in your hands as you kiss him slowly and passionately.

He leans further back on the sofa moaning into your kiss, tipping you forward onto him, his hands firmly on your hips then he slides them to your arse.

You slowly rock into him, kissing from his cheek to the nape of his neck and then seductively suck on his ear.

“Yoongi” you whisper

“Mmmm my love”

“Do you really want to be harassed on your day off, when you could be relaxing?” You ask continuing to kiss him slowly.

“I have never been happier to be harassed” he laughs as he puts his hand in the back of your hair and pulls you to him, kissing you sloppily.

“Can I harass your top off?” He smiles

You whip it off without hesitation. He smiles as he cups your boobs. He gently massages them alternating between licking and sucking at your nipples, nipping them a little. You let out a moan as you grab his hands and start to thrust slow and hard onto him.

He grabs hold of you laying you back on the sofa pulling your trousers and underwear off, he whips his t-shirt off while you pull at his trousers exposing his peach like arse, he’s already perfectly erect and ready to go.

He leans in and kisses you hard as you run your fingers up and down his back eventually resting on his arse, you dig your nails in and say “Harass me really fucking good and hard Yoongi”

He doesn’t wait… he slides himself into you, you both take a little time to savour the feel of each other before his hips harass the life out of you.

“Fuuck, that feels so good” he moans as you tighten around him, he pounds into you harder.

Then he slowly pulls himself out of you

“Yoongi, please…”

“Shhh I want you on all fours… please”

You happily assume the position under his watchful gaze.

He pulls your arse to him, sliding his fingers into you moving them in and out as you push against them, he rubs delicate circles round your clit making you moan his name. He slowly stops… leaning in and kissing the back of your neck.

“How badly do you want me to harass you?” He whispers.

“So fucking bad, please don’t tease”

He pulls you into him and starts pounding like fuck, taking your breath away as his thrusts get deeper. It’s not long before you’re both a hot sweaty mess, you climax almost screaming his name while he growled through gritted teeth as he came. You end up wrapped in each other, out of breath on the sofa.

You pull your t shirt on as he strokes his fingers down your back.

Finding your chapstick under his arm, you brush it over your lips. He quickly leans up and smooshes his lips against yours. Plucking the tube out of your hand. “Hey!” You shout.

“Pucker up sweet cheeks” he says waiting to apply the chap stick on you

You pucker your lips, he laughs as he swipes it across your cheek instead.

“Yoongi ah! Stob it!” You laugh as he smooshes his lips across your cheek.

“I’m sorry, here come closer” he pulls you in closer

You pucker your lips again, he dabs it on your nose!

“Oh you dick!” he laughs then smooshes your nose!

“Excuse me sir!… This is most definitely harassment”

“No it’s not but this is” He grabs your thighs pulling you down to him as he lifts up your t shirt and strokes the chap stick across your boobs. Sticking his head under your t shirt he seductively and sloppily slides his lips and tongue over your nipple while he tweaks the other.

You run your fingers through his hair sighing “I really do love your days off Yoongi”

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Busy…

“Ok I get it… you’re busy!”

“There’s no need to be such a dick about it” you whisper under your breath as you turn and leave his office.

You head to the kitchen, blast your Beastie Boys playlist and carry on baking as you shimmy round the kitchen.

Yoongi stomps into the kitchen ready to continue the argument and complain about the music but as soon as he sees you carefree and dancing, he leans against the door frame and watches you with a huge smile on his face. You’re oblivious to him as you shake your butt dancing while whisking your eggs.

You forget yourself and start recounting the brief argument you had with Yoongi “I have deadlines… I’m busy… you don’t understand” you say mocking his voice. “I only wanted to make sure he had something to eat and drink, but nooo! I’ll walk in one day and he’ll be collapsed over his desk. The dickhead!” You mumble to yourself.

“Hey! Dickhead!” He yells

You spin round nearly shitting yourself…

“Who are you calling dickhead?” You shout

“I should ask you the same question?!” He laughs

He moves closer “One day you’ll find me collapsed over my desk eh?!”

You start moving back… as he keeps walking closer to you.

“I’m a dickhead eh!” He steps forward…

“You only wanted to make sure I’d ate and drank huh?” He steps closer again, you’re backed up against the sink.

He reaches out hooking his finger on the loop of your jeans, yanking you to him. One hand firmly on your waist and the other tucking your hair back behind your ear.

“I’m sorry I was mean, I never want to take my stresses out on you but I fucked up” he leans in and kisses you softly.

“Im sorry too” you say “I’m just being sensitive but I do need you to eat something… and you are a dickhead” You kiss him quickly and run over to the fridge laughing.

“Come here” He walks towards you.. “Aaah stop right there! Don’t come any closer… you’re a busy man!” You grab a plate of food from the fridge and put it in his hand “Eat this please”.

You turn him round, slap his butt and point him in the direction of his studio. He laughs and follows his orders. You hear his door click shut.

“Ooh he’s so fucking cute” you squeal.

You’ve busied yourself the best part of the day, desperately wanting to disturb him and see his face. It’s been too long without speaking to him. “Fuck it” you tell yourself.

You knock on the door opening it a little “Yoongi?… I just want to check in…”

He’s flat out on his desk… “Yoongi?… are you sleeping?” you walk closer “Are you taking the piss?” You shove him but he doesn’t flinch.

You panic a little and shake him calling his name. No response “Yoongi please!” You see a slight smirk form at the side of his mouth. “What a shit” you think to yourself… two can play this game.

You walk away towards the door “Oh what a shame… at least now I’ll be able to find a new cooler boyfriend… I wonder if Namjoon is still single?” You say as you open the door slightly.

You hear a clatter and a scramble behind you as he rushes to the door pushing it closed “Yah!… That’s not fair!” He moans.

“Oh look… what a relief… he has risen!” You raise your hands and smile.

“Ooooh you…” he says through gritted teeth grabbing your cheeks, he squashes them making your lips pout as he kisses them hard, pushing you up against the door.

“I’ve been fake collapsed at my desk waiting for you for the past half an hour” he laughs, stamping his foot a little. “You dick!.. I’ve been pacing round the house waiting for you to finish your work!”

He leans in kissing you softly, paying extra attention to your bottom lip sucking it gently, you lean into him kissing him back harder. Your hand resting on his chest you ask “Are you still busy?”

“Erm Yeah” You frown at his reply.

“Busy working out how quickly I can get you on the couch and my pants off… I want you… so bad”

“Well let me help speed it up…” you say while you unbutton his jeans.

“Let’s get busy” you whisper.