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its soo hard to choose but maybe “please don’t leave me alone.” ? with yoongs

kith. from this list. no more requests please

warning: boyfriend!yoongi! virgin kink! soft love-making in a dimly lit bedroom! this got really long

The lamp light is off. It’s only semi-darkness you take comfort in because this high up in his apartment the glare of the streetlight just barely misses the window. The sharp edges of Yoongi’s body are lit up as his hands drag down your chest. Slow licks to your centre as you come down from your high. “You okay?”

“Mhm.” Your thighs hurt. Yoongi had you spread and immobile with insistent palms and the push of his head into your sex. Pleasure from his silent control. Something about him makes you want it all. Your throat is dry. “Come here.”

His lips trail up your sternum. Wet with the love you gave him. He comes onto his knees to kiss you hard. “I’m cold.” 

“Blankets on?”

“I’ll sweat,” he says.

“We can’t have it all.” You frown. Yoongi leans down again to seal your mouth with his. “I’m–can we…”

His eyes soften. Conveyance of his hesitation because you know how to make him woozy. “Sure?”

“Yeah.” And you hope you don’t sound nervous because the novelty of having your boyfriend defile you is something you’ve both been working on getting used to for a good month now. You propositioned him first, though. Yoongi wasn’t too keen on prodding you for something he so adamantly said he could wait for, but the more you let him come down your throat the more curious you’d both gotten of–what you’d so innocently phrased–what it would feel like if you came inside me. (His hips had bucked and he’d come on your tits that time.) 

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super independent!oc + yoongi :(

There’s a thud next to where you’re resting your head on your arms. “Shoulders hurting again?”

“Yeah.” The chair screeches annoyingly where Yoongi pulls at it. You’re trying to look grateful when you put the ice on your back but you probably just look pained. “Thanks.”

“Sure. So when were you going to tell me you’d been picking up double shifts?”

You don’t look at him. “Who told you.”

“Jung Hoseok. You know I like that kid, never could keep his mouth shut even in high school.”

“Yoongi–”

“Who the fuck do you think I am?” Now you look at him. Yoongi’s not a scary lover but you know when to respect his anger till it was your turn to fight. And you don’t fight often because he can be meek like that but you know he’s fuming. “Think I don’t know you can barely stand by yourself, I saw you burning yourself on the stove just now and it took you three whole seconds to lift your hand off it.”

“So what? I get tired.”

“Yeah and now you have a whole third degree burn on your good hand. You’re a nurse, what’re you gonna do now?”

You sneer. “Don’t berate me, it’s not even that bad.”

“I’m not berating you.” He points a finger at you. “You’re killing yourself.”

“Don’t be dramatic–”

“Like fuck I am, you’re spreading yourself thin and for what–just so I don’t have to buy our meals, cook our meals? Buy the detergent to do our laundry? I’m not as incompetent as you think I am.”

“I don’t think you’re incompetent–”

“So why are you working so hard?”

“It’s my job, I’m supposed to be helping people, Yoongi. I don’t know if you know but nurses aren’t just sitting down giving people their meds all day.”

“No that’s what Jung Hoseok does. Not my over-achieving girlfriend who’s lifting old people to the washrooms to wipe their asses because they can’t do it themselves.”

“You’re being rude.” And your shoulder is aching again but you stay put on the chair so Yoongi doesn’t add more fuel to the fire.

“I’m–sorry. Fuck I just–look.” You won’t but he goes on. “Something’s wrong and you’re not telling me.”

“I’m fine.”

“You can’t use that beautiful mind shit, not with me. I know you like getting things done by yourself and I’m not complaining when I’ve got a clean apartment to come home to. But if I see you collapsed on the side of the bed one more time because you spent too long bent over vacuuming the floor I’m going to say something. Because then you get to say I don’t do shit around the house when you’re this tired so now what, I’m the bad guy?”

You admit you’ve pulled that shit before. But now that he’s throwing back in your face you can’t help but snarl, “No, you’re the bad guy for making me feel like shit when I’m just getting stuff done.”

“Do you know how embarrassing it is to have your own girlfriend think you can’t even work a vacuum properly?”

“That’s not what I meant–”

“No it’s exactly what you meant, you hate being told what to do so you just do it yourself. And god forbid I try to help you because you got it, right?”

The dining table shines from when you last wiped it. “I don’t know what you’re trying to say.”

“Let me help you,” Yoongi pleads. “This isn’t me trying to take away your freedom or–whatever. But stop closing yourself off from me when you’re stressed because I goddamn near pissed myself when I saw you hunched over the table like that, you look horrible.”

“Thanks,” you joke.

“Stop. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

And your eyes water before your mouth can form words. “I–lost a patient. Heart attack.”

Yoongi doesn’t move. “How long ago.”

“I don’t know, a week? A week and a half? Fuck don’t me cry in front of you, y-you’re so goddamn unfair,” you warble. He just opens his arms for you to crash into.

“Just let me help you,” he begs. You nod, sobbing against his neck. Goddamn were you tired. “I’m your boyfriend for a reason, I’m not here to make fun of you. Yeah you like things going your way but it’s–it won’t always work with me. We have to do this shit together.”

“Right,” you sniffle.

You think Yoongi might be crying too but he holds you too tight against him. “You don’t need to hide from me. And if I have to cry to get that then you know it means I love you.”

You close your eyes, settle in his warmth. “Sorry I made you cry.”

“And I’m sorry for your loss. I’m sure you loved your patient till that very last second, it’s what you do. You love too much and then you get tired and you do it all over again.”

“Yeah.”

“Get some rest, baby,” he says. “You deserve it.”

accidents

filed under: dad!yoongi makes me soft and also h*rny

notes: i really couldn’t resist writing a soft husband and father yoongi drabble. this is a present for those who are patiently waiting for my other fic just one. i’ll be updating it soon but until then pls enjoy!

genre: fluff, comedy, romance

warnings: some brief smut at the end

length: 2.4k

when he was younger, yoongi wondered if he’d even get married let alone have kids. he wasn’t really the sappy type; didn’t treasure every keepsake, didn’t celebrate month-a-versaries and sure as hell didn’t coo over tiny baby shoes. but he loved you in his reliable, quiet, comforting way that you adored, and they always did say shit about meeting the right person. which happened to be you. his wife.

two decades later, and yoongi still doesn’t consider himself a kids person. the only difference now is that he has his own. three to be exact; all of them accidents, but the pleasant kind. like finding spare change in his coat pocket. although your youngest child - eunmi, who’s almost a year and a half - definitely gave him the shock of his life since he didn’t think he’d be that guy that’d still be having kids at his age. but you both dealt with it, and coped considering. because it’s not like yoongi’s kids weren’t annoying, whiny, puke-machines. but they were his puke-machines.

“sana, stop wedgy-ing your brother,” yoongi hisses while he looks for his card, which is difficult to do with a baby strapped to his chest. “and yugyeom, stop pissing off your sister." 

the kids continue fighting anyway, his nine year old daughter currently tackling his seven year old son into the ground and knocking over one of the bagged groceries in the process. he sighs, watching the broken milk carton soak the shop floor helplessly.

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I wish you would write something/anything about dad!yoongi 😭🙏🏻

in the this tiny space universe. happy birthday to min Suga ! luv u good pisces man 🥺

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There’s a charge in the air when Soonbok isn’t home hounding down her dad for playtime. It’s a great jumpstart to your lacking sex drive though. You haven’t slurped on Yoongi’s dick this vigorously in a good while.

“Ugh,” your husband groans, slick thighs spread atop the sheets you rolled out of twenty minutes ago. “Feels–fuck–can you–take your shirt off.”

“Feeling kinda bad today though.” And it’s true. Those sticky oils Mama gave you during pregnancy could only do so much for your rubbery skin. “Will you still fuck me?”

“Get up here, woman,” Yoongi commands instead. “Lie on your side.” You crawl over him, dropping a kiss to his dry lips before plopping down with no grace. Immediately Yoongi’s cold fingers find their way under your nightgown, tracing right over your wrinkled stomach. “I love you and your body, you know that.”

There’s a fluttering inside. “Thanks babe.”

“I mean it.” He lifts your thigh up with a strong hand, a draft teasing the heat of your arousal but Yoongi’s dick warms you up even more, sliding in with no resistance and you mewl into the pillow. 

“Oh fuck,” you murmur when he bottoms out. His lips are puckered on your neck. “You’re so deep.”

Somehow he pushes in more. “Good.”

Yoongi’s dick plays right into your pleasure, thrust for soft thrust hitting all the nerves that have your eyes rolling back. There’s a block in your throat that warns you not to be too loud but now Yoongi has his hand on your tit to play with your nipple and you moan, “Hnng–! Yoon-gi…”

“I know you can be louder, baby.” He’s preening himself, you know he is, because he’s a step ahead in realizing you have the house to yourself. Always a step ahead too, because you can’t seem to lose yourself in his cock the way he wants you to. And it’s like he senses this; he fucks into you faster, bursts of his breath washing over your throat and you squeal. “There you go.”

You laugh. Your leg is starting to hurt. “Cum inside me.”

“I will,” Yoongi stutters. “God–fuck I–” His movements are sharp, too quick for you to come nicely but the feel of the minute twitches of his cock caught inside your sex is just as good. You sigh as he groans. “Hold your leg up.”

Once you have a hold of your thigh Yoongi slips a hand down to your clit, rubbing tightly and you twitch in his hold, dick still obediently stowed inside your cunt. “S-Shit–”

“I got you,” he says.

“Coming–oh!”

It’s quick, like a flash of something sweet and you’re panting and sweating where Yoongi’s body meets yours. He still hasn’t pulled out. “Think this might be number two?”

You freeze. “You–really?”

You know he doesn’t want you to see but you feel him grin. “Yeah.”

And talks about trying again weren’t uncommon but they definitely weren’t put into action intentionally. You thought he was gonna come down your throat this morning. You’re trying not to cry. “T-Then–yeah–yeah, I hope so.” Yoongi turns your chin with a soiled finger. “Happy birthday.”

Now he’s beaming. “You make me the man I am today.” 

And now you’re really crying. But he takes it in stride with a laugh and a tear of his, too.

just a bunch of yoonkook - [12/?]

↳ ‘Jeongguk Is a Brat’ pt.2 (pt.1)

eight

summary: eight times Min Yoongi tells you he loves you 

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

genre: idol au, friends to lovers au | fluff

warnings: light makeout sessions / implied smut but nothing too serious, 

word count: 5k

a/n: inspired by R. McKinley’s “8 Ways To Say I Love You” 

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i. when he gets a little too drunk and calls you

The first time he lets those three damn little words escape his mouth, he had been drunk—swimming in the courage that could only be ignited by alcohol. The alcohol had been brought forth by Taehyung as a celebratory congratulations for another successful comeback. The guys had all figured what the hell, they deserved this break, even if the freedom that comes with downing shots only lasts so long, everyone jumped at the chance to let loose for a little while. At least, until the sun rises with the promise of a new day.

Yoongi loses count after his fifth shot, the night slowly blending into shared laughter, jokes, crude memories, and conversations about the short existence of human life. Jimin and Jungkook had drunk lots more than Yoongi—and Yoongi had downed a lot—and the pair of younger boys appear to be having a private conversation of their own. Hoseok is knocked out on the couch. Yoongi barely hears something about pigeons and black holes, before he dismisses himself out of the living room and into the hallway.

He can hear Taehyung, Jin, and Namjoon in another room, laughing over the sound of what could be a video game. Barely paying attention to any of that, Yoongi lazily manages to reach for the phone in his back pocket as he stops in the middle of the hallway to dial the only seven digits he’ll ever bother to memorize.

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like flowers we bloom

summary: in which a garden isn’t the only thing you’re building with Min Yoongi 

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

genre: bad boy au | fluff

warnings: slow burn, some knowledge of flowers, yoongi is a meanie in the beginning </3 

word count: 5k 

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Yoongi can’t help but curl his lips into a snarl around the cigarette hanging between his teeth as watches Kim Taehyung produce a spray can from the insides of his backpack. “Again?” Yoongi crows, still leaning against the wall, hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Jesus Tae, have you forgotten what happened the last time you tried to pull this off?”

Taehyung merely smiles at this, shaking the spray can as he takes a few steps back from the wall, a hint of admiration upon the blank canvas—soon to be filled with the freedom of his expression. “What ever happened to learning from your mistakes, hyung?”

“I like to think you’re smarter than that when it comes to something like this,” Yoongi lets out before scoffing at his friend. “And out in public too for fucks sake.”

It’s true—Taehyung has always been a little too reckless for Yoongi’s taste, always electing to do something and worrying about the consequences later on. The latter would know this from experience, of course. Taehyung almost got them all arrested a few weeks back because of the very item Taehyung is showcasing in his hands. Under broad daylight.

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Reflection of You (Series Masterlist)

Genre: Historical!AU, Timetraveller!AU/ Different Dimension, Romance

Pairing: SUGA x Reader, Yoongi x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Idol!Suga, King!Yoongi, Guard!Seokjin, Guard!Jungkook, RoyalAdvisor!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Hoseok, Prince!Taehyung

Summary: Confirming you were dating the famous Min Suga of BTS, you knew you were bound to make some enemies. But what you didn’t expect was to be cursed, leading you to meet a cold-hearted, arrogant king that shares the same face as your rapper lover.  

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Interim I

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Interim II

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

EPILOGUE

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Drabbles List

Misfortunately, Yours

Has no one ever told you not to rifle through old attics? Has no one ever told you that if you find old vintage rings that seem to have a mind of their own, the one thing you should definitely not do is to wear them? Well maybe they have, but it's October 31st and you're in desperate need of good accessories. And as such the next thing you know, there is a man named Yoongi in your bedroom and he insists that you've just married the King of the Otherworld.

• type: dark fae! Yoongi x reader, fae king! ? x reader

• genre: fantasy! au, horror, angst, smut

• rating: mature/explicit • w/c: 32k (completed)

• a/n: Inspired solely by the three dearest things to my heart - the approaching Halloween, Yoongi's "Daechwita" look and "The Final Step" by Dated. If you're interested in the tag list, let me know in replies.

• author's main masterlist

Chapter One ... Drastic Consequences to a Hurried Decision Making.

Chapter Two ... Negligent Informant Leads You Horribly Astray.

Chapter Three ... Uncertain Steps into the Unknown.

Chapter Four ... Where We Make You Feel Worse than at Home.

Chapter Five ... The Pumpkin, the Scarecrow and the Imperial Messenger.

Chapter Six ... Through Vampire's Den.

Chapter Seven ... The Mad King.

Chapter Eight... Home, Again.

The End.

© sor-vette, 2021

My Baby Don’t Like It

(Hoseok x Yoongi x Reader) 

Summary: Yoongi doesn’t like it when his boyfriend, Hoseok, brings you around. But it’s not because he doesn’t like you, quite the opposite actually. Yoongi likes you way too much. Unknown to Yoongi, Hoseok feels the same. 

Word count: 5.1k

Tags: fluff, hospitals, danceing, angst, Poly, almost cheating, emotional infidelity, implied threesome, pregnancy mention

 🎶  Song: 🎶  “Baby don’t like it” by NCT 127 🎶

Authors note: I heard the song by nct127 and I immediately had this idea for a YoonSeok poly fic so I wrote it all in one sitting. please listen to the song while you read it!

If there’s one thing for certain it’s that min Yoongi hates you. 

He hates your smile and your perfect lips that wrap over his coffee mug when he wakes on Sunday and finds you talking in your practically infuriating voice to his boyfriend. He hates it When you cross your soft looking legs at the ankle while you sit on your kitchen counter (in the exact spot that Yoongi had made love to Hoseok on last week). He hates when you act embarrassed after he snidely asks you what the fuck you’re doing here so early.

He hates when his boyfriend sighs over the edge of his own coffee mug and points out that it’s nearly one. Later Hoseok will say that it’s not your fault that Yoongi likes to sleep late or that you wanted to see your best friend on his only day off (which was also Yoongi’s only day off). He hates that you’re his boyfriend’s best friend. You’ve been in their lives for so long that if Yoongi was going to approve of your friendship with his boyfriend or make any move to be your friend himself, he would have done it by now.

Maybe it would be easier if you weren’t so beautiful. there is something about your presence that is so reassuring. Something about the way you talk that pulls Yoongi in like a riptide. maybe he could have ignored that if you weren’t so beautiful, but no you had to be gorgeous and kind. 

He can’t get close to you, won’t let himself make what would surely end up being a mistake. Min Yoongi couldn’t hate you nearly as much as he wanted to, not that he hadn’t tried. No matter how much he tried to find fault with your personality or how he tried to push you away from him, he couldn’t hate you, his heart wouldn’t let him.

Because if he knew one thing at all-it’s that he would always love you more.

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when you watch

jeon jungkook | min yoongi » 1633 words » smut | NSFW

tagging @tendershepherd for helping me with this. ty&luvu!

Jungkook’s habit of falling asleep on the couch after spending half the night watching movies normally only earns him a sore back and heavy eyes the following day, but when he spots Yoongi and you stumbling into the apartment he shares with you, he realizes tonight offers him a bit more. His sleepy eyes flutter open at the sound of a lock clicking, and your giggling as he notices Yoongi’s head shoved into the crook of your neck only pulls him further from dreamland as he becomes wide awake.

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home ; Min Yoongi & Park Jimin, poly!au

pairing: min yoongi x reader x park jimin

words: 1,141

genre: MAJOR FLUFF

summary: in which you are in a poly relationship with yoongi and jimin.

a/n: ive had this in my drafts for so long??? i hope you like this, im soft for jimin and yoongi.

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(git not mine)

Your phone rang the second you set foot in your apartment causing you to let out a frustrated sigh, thinking it was another call from a client.

“What!” You snapped, just wanting the day to end already.

“Woah there, princess, it’s just me.” You heard Yoongi’s voice at the other end of the line.

“Yoongi.” you let out, “Please come home, with Jimin too.” You pouted although he couldn’t see you through the phone.

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Fresh Meat

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Yoongi

Genre and Rating: Filthy Mature

Written by xoxoTheQueenOfHearts

Wrote for my Australian friend 

Being a Freshmen in college you’re considered the “Fresh Meat” and you were ready. After moving in day and orientation, you start to get into a routine and getting comfortable with your schedule and the campus. But coming from a strict household and a strict high school; risque clothes were always off limits and now that you’re an adult and in college; why not live a little?

You always start your day by getting up at the crack of dawn and go for a run around the campus and the trail in the neighboring woods; where sometimes you pass handsome upper Classmen who seem to take interest in you. 

Normally, you would wear shorts and a sports bra but today you were feeling a little frisky and you knew if you played your cards well you could get some fun perhaps. So today you decided to wear black leggings and white tank top to show off your curves and you put your hair into a ponytail before running towards the woods. 

As soon as you came up to the woods you saw him. He was coming towards you and you acted like your shoe came undone. So with your back facing him, you turn around and pretend to fix your shoe; showing off your butt and curves. You whip around when you were done and found him checking you out a little. 

“Oh hey…sorry about that…Didn’t see you there.” you say blushing. 

He chuckles a bit. “It’s alright..you look…yummy.” he said to you.

You try to play your cards right and pretend you don’t know what that means. “I look yummy?” you questioned him. 

“Yeah, ya’ know…” he smirked. 

You tap your chin as if thinking. “No, I’m afraid I don’t.” 

He chuckles at you again. “Well first off, I’m Namjoon. Secondly, why don’t I show you?” he says as his hands found your waist and pulls you closer to him.

A shiver spreads down your spine as you think how your plan worked as you feel an ache in between your legs. “I’m Y/N..and sure?” you say as you still decide to play the innocent card even though he is about to find out how far from innocent you were. 

He lets go of your waist and slaps your ass. “Run into the woods and I’ll catch you.” he says in a tone you weren’t sure of.

You thought it was a weird way to start foreplay but you decided to do it anyways. You stand there a moment longer to see what he does.

“Go I said!” he says sternly.

Just what you were looking for, he wanted to show his dominance by making you his prey. So you start off in a light jog until you hear him coming up behind you before taking off in a full sprint. 

“Dammit!” he growled under his breath.

You smirk to yourself as you hide behind a tree and watch as he runs right past you but seemed to not notice you. You relax a little until you feel hands rip your leggings down and you feel warm fingers at your soaking core while a strong arm pins you to the tree. 

“Though I wouldn’t guess you’d try and hide from me princess, did you? Well now I’m going to show you what yummy really means.” he growls as he gets on his knees and starts to attack your core from behind while you cling onto the tree for support.

His tongue works at your entrance as his fingers occupied with your clit, rubbing and pinching. You moan at the sensations that were making you wetter. You feel him enter a single, then two fingers into your tight entrance and a thumb in your forbidden place. He fingers you hard while having stood up and kisses your neck and holds your throat. 

“Is that what you want huh? You like that?” he teased. 

You look at him as you start to push back against his hand to show you want more. Much more. You see him smirk and takes his fingers out of your holes before he pulled his shorts down to reveal his thick cock. He undresses you with haste before you feel the tip of his cock at your entrance. “God you’re so wet and tight!” he hisses as you felt him thrust inside you.

“Oohh..mm yes…fuck me please..” you moaned into a beg as he filled you up.

He pulls at your hair and fucks you so hard your moans grow louder and louder. You could hear his breathing getting heavier as he drills into you. He then pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in forcefully. He does that a couple of times before he pulls out completely. 

Namjoon then uses his shirt and shorts as a blanket before he lays down on them and makes you straddle him. “I don’t want you to ride me, just let me do the work.” he says to you and so you let him.

You hear a twig snap behind you but you ignore it. Thinking it’s just Namjoon’s foot having snapped it. But then you felt a wet dick tip against your forbidden place. 

“You thought you were the one playing a game, when you were the one getting played.” Namjoon’s friend Yoongi smiles and whispers into your ear as his dick pushes into your forbidden place while Namjoon still fucks you from below. 

“Y-Yoongi here has wanted to fuck you since day one, so why not fucking do your slutty ass?” Namjoon says as he put a hand over your mouth and the two of them pound into you. Harder and faster.

You moan into his hand and start to buck as you come undone for what feels like forever. Then you feel their dicks hardening. “Come in me…I want you to fill my holes, make me your dirty slut.” you murmured into Namjoon’s hand and you feel them both come in you at the same time as they let out moans of ecstasy. 

Then all of you got up and got dresses as if nothing happened. You checked your watch to see the time. Two minutes before class! But before you could head that way, a hand grasped your wrist. You turn around to see a smug Namjoon and a smirking Yoongi. “You’re ours now.” they hissed before releasing you to go to class. 

Sehnsucht | Min Yoonji

❝Yoonji isnt the best when it comes to dealing with her crush on y/n❞

➵ paring: Min yoonji x Fem!reader

➵ author’s note: i had to write about yoonji 

➵ requested by :   @minyoonjiswifey | 3171words | fluff |  romance | Highschool au| warnings: cursing, 

Tuesday

Sighing loudly Yoonji sits down on her seat and takes out her math book. The only reason why she even bothers to show up at school is cause of you. Sometimes you hang with her during lunch, but otherwise she doesn’t really interact with you, choosing to admire you from afar, afraid that her emotions might be seen.

As Yoonji puts down her book, the classroom door slams open and there you stand , in all your glory.

‘’Look who has arrived’’ one classmate shouts ‘’Godzilla’’

You laugh slightly ‘’Shut up ugly, this is why you don’t have a girlfriend.’’

As you join your friends , yoonji’s watching you, You tower over of your female friends and the black haired girl notices short the skirt is and how the knee socks wrap themselves snuggly around your thighs.  

You feel eyes burning on the back of your head and turn around to find the culprit  who is starring at you holes into the back of your head, when you make eye contact with yoonji. Instead of averting her eyes, she keeps looking at you and you raise an eyebrow. Two can play this game and you’re not about to lose. For almost an uncomfortable time you’re both starring at each other, the teacher comes in and slams his book on the table, thats when you avert your gaze and look at him. Yoonji smirks, she won, for now.

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the art of (not) being subtle

pairing: yoongi | reader

genre: fluff, humour / bad boy au, high school au

word count: 1,600

summary: min yoongi just wants to get to know his crush better, and vice versa, and thanks to park jimin’s elaborate plan, he was able to do so, but subtlety? he’s never heard of her.

warnings: cursing, min yoongi being a soft piece of shit, and the reader playing hard to get

author’s note: look who’s back! i rlly missed writing, and this idea randomly popped up when i was brainstorming one day lol… ps this is written in yoongi’s perspective – reader is referred to as she/her!

+ dedicating this to m’girl @agvstdick bc i love her & i want her to never stop smiling uwu

Min Yoongi, for the sixth time that minute, gives the piece of paper in his hand a cold, hard look. I can’t fucking believe I’m actually here.

A few days prior to today, his friend–if Yoongi can even call him that anymore–dared him to play a prank on Y/N, also known as, the girl with the beautiful smile, bright, brilliant eyes, and the girl who carries her heart on her sleeve. Well, according to him anyway. She also happens to be the most popular but intelligent girl on campus, and it would be an understatement to say the Yoongi is interested in her.

The fact is that he’s, like, really interested in her.

And he isn’t exactly under the radar himself; he’s quite the troublemaker on campus. He’s known for breaking rules, and getting away with almost anything. Park Jimin–he who Yoongi called his dear friend once–had told Yoongi this one time that him and Y/N were like the two opposite poles of a magnet. He had replied with, “Opposites attract, remember?”

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misbehaving never felt so right

↳ pairings: taegimin, vmin, taegi, yoonmin | genres: smut

↳ one shot | words: 9,790

↳ warnings:  dom/sub undertones; explicit sex; rimming; light bondage; spanking; breathplay; barebacking; double penetration; felching; cum swallowing; threesome (m/m/m). 

↳ summary: it starts with the way taehyung had teased jimin on national television and with how jimin had almost lost it. it’s three am and he is back at their dorm but can’t sleep. the dirty words taehyung kept whispering on his ear, the movement of his ass and hips against jimin’s, the thrill and danger of the cameras on them. all of it keeping him awake. he decides to show taehyung where misbehaving will get him. the problem is, jimin doesn’t know that yoongi had been watching them close and is having trouble sleeping too.

The fact you’d been shaken from that place of confidence by some thug doesn’t sit right in Yoongi’s belly. That bitter taste is back in his throat and it’s ice-cold, icicles prickling through his blood.

[🤙🏻] It's been.. maybe a week since I've read this. And you know what? I'm still looking for the right words to explain it. Of course I can explain it, but can I do it justice? No, I don't think I could if I pulled out the whole damn dictionary.

The first thing I wanna say is that I consider this a must-read. It's this incredible package of a fic ― there's a stupidly perfect amount of angst, there's godsent sex, there's soft shit AND THE PLOT?!?!

It's almost infuriating how flawless this is.

The second thing I want to talk about is the fact that I ended up screaming at my friends about this through text.

So I went on and on about how I don’t read that many Yoongi fics, but I tell my friend that I know one thing ― they'll never disappoint ― and this one surely didn't, it seriously hit. "I'm absolutely in love with this," I told her.

The next bits are about me relating to the reader (cause we’re both loud-kinda-annoying-kinda-endearing bitches™) which we’re gonna skip over cause I’m embarrassing! But it's basically my love for self-indulgent shit and how she's THE vibe.

Pushing past that, we have my love for their dynamic. I never actually have spared a thought to something like a gunsman-to-gunsmith pairing before this, but let me tell you ― this is to die for!

I love how it works with them specifically, and I ran out of words at this point so I just keyboard smashed. (facepalm)

But I really REALLY do love their dynamic! It made the story even more interesting and it might be my favorite part of all this.

Now we have a fully-caps-locked section, which is me yelling about my inner conflict. Which happens to be my halfway-through-the-fic self trying to decide whether or not Yoongi actually likes reader cause that man's mouth, mind and actions DO NOT go hand in hand 😭

I mean for ten-thousand-something words, he was all about that hE doEsnt liKe her!! But we just have to put some emphasis on the fact that he killed someone who hurt her AND might have sucker-punched his close friend (poor hoseok) in any case he didn't leave him and OC.

And after that I basically ran out of words! It was just me yelling "I LOVE THEM" and keyboard smashing, and screaming, and adding a minimum of three ughs to every sentence out of happy frustration.

All in all, I absolutely adored this fic. I loved the chosen settings for the story, the character’s personalities, the incredible sequences. Your writing, and all the little things.

Gosh, I’m so helplessly in love with this.

Oh and the sex.. there was actually a whole portion of it in our chat but I’m keeping it away from the public’s eye cause I’m a filthy one.

Anyways, thank you so much for this fic. You’re incredible.

- xal 🍟

min yoongi is the best shot in the business. you’re the best gunsmith in the city and the only person he trusts to programme his tech; to make his gear. 

he likes your work. it’s a shame, then, that he doesn’t like you.

pairing: yoongi x f!reader / word count: 14.3k / genre + rating: NSFW (18+), cyberpunk!au, smut, frenemies (?) to lovers

warnings/etc: hitman!yoongi. black market dealer/gunsmith!reader. cursing/explicit language. whole lotta tension, sexual and otherwise. mentions of injury/violence. minor character death (no one important, don’t worry, this isn’t an angst fic). brief hurt/comfort. reader has tattoos. sexually explicit content. oral; fingering; multiple orgasms; overstimulation (f). unprotected sex (please take the necessary precautions irl). rough sex?. choking. creampie. brief mention of aftercare. I think that’s everything but please lmk if I missed any!

a/n: thank you SO MUCH to both @hobi-gif​ and @morndas​ for beta reading this and being so supportive, ily both so much and I owe you my life 🤧💕 as always what was meant to be a short fic turned into a huge one. also this is technically for my 1.1k milestone but it’s a billion years late, oops!​

Yoongi really doesn’t like you.

You’re loud. Cocky. Arrogant. You needle him all the time, dig your fingernails in and squeeze, revelling in the way he sets his jaw, the muted spark of irritation in his eyes. You bat your eyelashes and tilt your head, throw it back whenever you laugh and reveal the easing column of your throat, dragging each interaction out with a kind of sadistic pleasure that has him gritting his teeth. Because you love annoying him, getting under his skin, tapping your fingers against the soft swell of your bottom lip as you eye him up, taking your time before you speak.

Infuriating. You’re infuriating and you know it.

It’s unfortunate, really, because you’re unavoidable. 

Jungkook had asked, once, why Yoongi doesn’t just go elsewhere. They’re more than familiar with the underbelly of this heaving city, underneath all the neon lights and shimmering holograms and towering skyscrapers and legal tech; the scuttling seams of back alley traders and illegal goods, tech or otherwise. There are plenty of black market dealers, after all, plenty of other vendors he could go to to get the equipment he wants. Plenty of other skilled crafters, artificers, artisans, people who would be more than happy to create the things that Yoongi asks for, that he needs. People who can get their hands on anything you want. For a price.

Yoongi’s answer had been short and succinct.

“She’s the best there is,” he’d said, and that had been that.

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