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BTS Min Yoongi… | incoming smutty thoughts | MDNI
No but hear me out
Yoongi letting you ride his face and use him however you please. He knows you are tired, frustrated, and stressed. The only thing he wants is to make you feel good. Tongue flat against your needy cunt. He hums in approval as your hips move back and forth, the vibration of his humming adds a new feeling that brings you over the edge. “Ngh, mmmm, yesss… yessss,” his words muffled by your pussy grinding on his face. He sucks your clit so fucking good and when you are about to cum, he flips you over and his fingers are in you. Curling them while his tongue is on your sensitive bud. “Let go, make a mess for me. Fuck… look at you. Cum all over me, baby.”
*high-pitch screaming* 🔥😩
"Fuck it"
Yoongi x Reader
Summary: You and Yoongi are friends, but if he wants more than that?
Warnings: swearing, very suggestive, not proofread
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! Tbh, I wrote this after a couple glasses of wine and got a little carried away(sorry, not sorry?) I hope you like it tho!
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“Would you just scoot over?!”
“Nope.”
“There’s no more room to sit!”
“Not my problem.”
“Yoongi!”
Yoongi might have been your best friend, but god was he a pain in the ass sometimes.
You stood staring down at him as he sat, or rather sprawled, across the tiny wicker bench. You’d both decided to duck out onto the balcony of the release party for one of his members, intending for a few minutes of peace to catch your breath, but as usual, you just ended up bickering.
“If you don’t move, I will sit on you.” You warned him.
“Fine.” He replied, calling your bluff.
Without breaking eye contact, you plopped yourself down on his lap, making sure he felt every bit of your weight.
“Comfy?” You asked, hearing him grunt from the impact.
“Mhm.” He said, unbothered as he hooked his arms around you back so you wouldn’t fall off balance.
In truth, this wasn’t that out of the ordinary for the two of you, much to the surprise of all your other friends. For someone who claimed not to care much for physical contact or skinship, Yoongi always seemed to be willing to grant you an exception, hanging onto your hand in crowded places or sharing seats with you, like now.
You were always the exception for him, though, able to convince him to do things that he can’t say he would do for anyone else.
Over the course of your friendship, you’d come to be each other’s centerpoints in the universe. He’d been your rock when you needed him, coming over when you’d text him late at night, just to sit with you while you cried over some asshole that never even deserved you in the first place. You’d looked after him when he overworked and didn’t take care of himself as much as he should.
You’d toed the line between friends and something more for a while now, but had never pressed further, content with the way things were.
He loved you, though he hadn't said it in quite so many words, and that was enough.
Until it wasn’t, like now as you sat so teasingly close, able to feel your warmth against him, smell your perfume, hear the faint stutter in your breath.
“Your hair’s nice like this.” You mused, toying with dark ends of his overgrown locks, seemingly oblivious to the thoughts circling round in his head as he leaned further into your touch.
It was comfortable, too comfortable, one of his hands having come to rest on your thigh, fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake as they traced back and forth. Every cell in his body was screaming at him to do something, anything, that this was the opportunity he'd been waiting for.
“I can’t do this.” He groaned, pulling away from you suddenly and sitting back.
“What’s wrong?” You looked up at him, eyes wide with confusion.
“I can’t keep sitting here pretending that this is okay, and that I’m…”
He couldn’t look away from you as you stared back at him. And maybe it was the alcohol from earlier clouding his judgement, but he didn’t care anymore, it was now or never.
“Fuck it.”
He leaned in and quickly pressed a kiss to your lips, and then another, and another.
Everything seemed to slow as he pulled back, cautiously gauging your reaction, only to be met by your eyes as clouded over with want as his.
“Why’d you stop?” You whispered.
For half a second, he froze as he stared at you, trying to make sure he heard you correctly and that he wasn’t imagining things. The next second though, he was back on you, connecting his lips to yours with such bruising intensity that you felt like you might actually break.
Your hands scrambled for something to hold onto, finding purchase in his hair again and earning a low noise from him that almost sounded like a purr but shifted into a growl when you giggled against his mouth, causing you to separate.
“What are we doing?” You finally had the clarity of thought to ask.
“I don’t know,” He said, breathing ragged, dragging his hands up your sides. “I just know I can’t stand not having you anymore.”
“Then have me.” You whispered, shivering under his touch as you pressed yourself closer to him.
“Fuck,” He gulped. “Let’s get out of here.”
I died… 😵🥴 I just— I…
. . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober day 5
[day five: praise kink]
pairing: yoongi x f.reader
tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing
notes: smut starts straight under the cut
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“Good girl, that’s it” Yoongi’s head tips back, your lips tightening around his cock, cheeks hollowing.
His hips stutter forwards, tip of his cock pressing into the back of your throat.
You gag around his length, drool slipping down your chin—saliva slipping down his balls.
His fingers slip over the back of your head, pressing his cock a little further down your throat. You swallow, blinking up at him through your lashes, tears clinging to your waterline.
“So pretty” he coos, “so pretty and all for me. Don’t force yourself, love” he murmurs when you try and swallow the final inch of his cock down your throat.
Your pussy clenches at his praise, hand releasing its grip on Yoongi’s thigh, pressing over your stomach and down past the waistband of your panties.
Your hips stutter when you graze over your clit, moan clawing up your throat, vibration sending a new wave of pleasure down Yoongi’s body.
Your nose presses against his stomach as you swallow the final inch, shaky breath tickling his skin when you hold yourself there. Your tongue laves over the underside of his cock, head pulling back slightly to press your tongue under his cockhead, prodding where you know had his thighs tensing.
Yoongi pulls you back off his cock, a line of spit connects your lips to the tip, tongue prodding against his slit to swallow down his precum. Almost bitter, but entirely addicting as your lips suckle for more.
You look up at him from where you’re sat on the floor, hand still stuffed down your panties. Yoongi catches sight of this, smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“You needly little thing” his fingers wrap around his cock, your mouth opening, tongue falling flat past your lips.
He smears the tip of his cock over your tongue, precum dribbling into your mouth. He presses his cock into your cheek, watching it bulge before he presses back into your mouth.
“Play with yourself for me, yeah?” he watches down the line of his body, eyes trained on your pussy as you thrum over your clit behind the shield of your underwear.
You rock your hips forward, spit coating Yoongi’s cock as you lose yourself to the pleasure.
“That’s it” he groans, rutting his cock up into your mouth, “so good for me”
You choke around his length, pulling away from him to heave a long breath. Swallowing the saliva that had gathered under your tongue, still salty-bitter with the taste of his cock.
His fingers wrap around his length, thumb running under the head. You watch his eyebrows furrow in pleasure, stomach tensing when he peeks an eye open, watching you kneel on the floor.
“Come on, pretty. Play with yourself for me”
You pull the crotch of your panties to the side, letting him get a glimpse of your soaked pussy as you push a finger past your walls.
You spread your legs open a little wider, trying to match his pace as he jerks himself off.
“Yoongi” you moan, slipping a second finger into your pulsing cunt.
“Yeah?” he groans, “You close?”
You nod, hand hooking underneath one of your thighs to keep it spread open, “M’ close, wanna cum please” your hips rut upwards, clit dragging against your palm—pleasure radiating throughout your body. Arousal seeping past your walls.
“Yeah? My sweet girl wants to cum?” he taunts, foot pushing your legs open a little wider. Slick cunt glistening from the light of the lamp, so wet, so pretty, all just for Yoongi.
“Yeah” you nod, breathless.
“What do we say?” he taunts, watching the way you swallow down a moan, so close to tipping over the edge, staving off your orgasm until he tells you to cum. Always so pretty and perfect for him.
“Please” you whine, fingers wet, squelching with every curl against your sweet spot.
“My good girl” he hums, hand speeding up around his cock, “cum for me”
Your orgasm ripples through you, hiccup of a sob slipping off your tongue as your fingers continue to press into your walls, nudging against your sweet spot, desperate as you grind your clit against your palm.
You barely register Yoongi grabbing you by the back of your neck, stuffing your open mouth with his cock as his fingers pull the corners of your mouth.
Your tongue presses over his cock, feeling it twitch before he shoots his seed down your throat. Your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, sucking as your tongue prods at his slit, milking him of everything he has to offer.
You moan around his length when another wave of cum shoots into your mouth, you pull back for a moment, lips parted for him to see his own release painting your tongue before your lips wrap back around his cock.
Your clit throbs as he looks down at you, mouth stuffed with his cock, “My good girl”
😭😭😭😭😭😭 ugly crying because I love this man so much —this was beautiful…
MEANT TO BE - Yoongi, wc: 660, trust me on this one.
“Maybe we’re not meant for each other. Maybe in another life, but not in this one.”
Your smile was forced, fake, accommodating all the tears that slowly trickled down your face. The anguish of your words was masked with a false certainty that came from within your mind, far from your heart.
You felt trapped, cornered, immobilized by your false belief that you weren’t worthy of happiness, that you weren’t worthy of being loved. A huge storm flooded your heart, consuming your emotions in a sea of despair and pain, the impulsiveness of your words shaking your soul.
Why did you say that?
Why did you let such vile words slip from your lips, thirsting for pain, yearning for the hurt you would cause him?
Why did you allow yourself this vulnerability?
“Why?”
Yoongi’s question tore your heart, breaking your soul with the tremors in the syllable of the question, the pain trapped in its pronunciation.
He was about to cry.
“Why do you think that?”
It was difficult to understand Yoongi, his words coming out low to contain his pain, his timbre sounding rough from the heat that had formed so quickly in his throat.
“Can’t you see that I belong to you?” he looked at you, red eyes holding back tears, the glow in them threatening to fade if you walked out of his love. “Can’t you see that everything I got, everything I am!, is because you’re by my side? Can’t you see that?”
You were listening to Yoongi - his words, although strong and aggressive, sounded calm and precise, charged with the love that came from his soul, driven by the need to have you by his side. Yoongi spoke clearly, angered by your words, hurt by your thoughts, but determined, completely determined, to show you the reality, all the facts of your history.
“I love you. Now and then. Today and tomorrow. It doesn’t matter when, or where. I love you. Purely and simply. I don’t care about fates or gods. I don’t care if our history is written somewhere or if we’ve lived it in other lifetimes. What matters to me now is the present. And in the present I love you and I want to be with you. Don’t you understand that?”
A pause to take a deep breath, carefully, quickly. Yoongi tripped over his words to hold back his tears a little longer as he watched you break down a bit more in front of him - his statements sounded blunt when delivered in his typical calm, logical tone.
“How can you say we’re not meant to be together when I need you? How can you say such a thing when I know I could have it all, I could be anything, but I’d be nothing if I didn’t have you? Can’t you see? That we were meant to be together?”
But he couldn’t take it.
Yoongi approached you calmly, afraid to see you refuse his embrace, not knowing what reaction you would have. Yoongi held your hand gently, nervous about the outcome of this argument, unsure of what you were going to do next. Yoongi spoke softly again, confident in his feelings, secure in your actions.
“Our souls may not be made of the same dust. Our conscience may have been corrupted in other lives. But I’m sure, I know, that we were made for each other.”
Yoongi brought his forehead to yours, the first tears finally falling, easing some of the anguish that screamed inside him. His eyes closed, silence settling between you for the briefest of moments.
A moment of peace.
A moment of clarity.
Yoongi gently brushed his nose against yours with each murmured word of his, his soft lips passing gracefully over yours, like a ghost greeting you, as if wanting to remove all the malice spoken by you moments before, as if wanting to exchange it for the hope now given by him.
“I love you. For me, that’s enough. And for you?”
clandestine | myg (m) teaser
pairing: gangleader!yoongi x f!reader
genre(s)&au(s): gang au, bitch better have my money or i’ll fuck ur girl au, angst, pwp, smut
rating: 18+
wordcount: teaser - 405
warning(s)&smutwarning(s): strong language, mentions of weapons, threats of murder
summary: bloodthirsty and dangerous, yoongi wont stop until he gets what he is rightful owed. and if you’re on offer, then he just cant say no to that.
banner: @kth1 | @kth1fics
note: hehehe…
“Sir, over here,” you overhear someone whisper — probably having heard the snoring from above you.
The sound of heavy duty combat boots picking up pace and heading straight in your direction makes you still. You don’t move an inch in fear of getting caught, placing a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing at bay.
From underneath the bed, you count five pairs of boots. They move slowly around the bed surrounding you in a circle. Two of them make their way to the side of the bed where Hee-won lies and another two direct themselves to your side of the bed, vanishing behind the comforter that you had pulled down earlier.
The remaining body doesn’t move from the bottom of the bed. Instead, you watch on as he pulls out the chair from underneath the vanity; the scraping of the chair legs against the floor is like nails on a chalkboard causing you to hiss at the sound.
He sits down in the chair and spreads his legs too casually for someone who is breaking into an apartment which can only mean he has done this many times in the past. He’s calculated and smart — knows how to play the game.
The room is silent.
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clandestine | myg (m) teaser
pairing: gangleader!yoongi x f!reader
genre(s)&au(s): gang au, bitch better have my money or i’ll fuck ur girl au, angst, pwp, smut
rating: 18+
wordcount: teaser - 405
warning(s)&smutwarning(s): strong language, mentions of weapons, threats of murder
summary: bloodthirsty and dangerous, yoongi wont stop until he gets what he is rightful owed. and if you’re on offer, then he just cant say no to that.
banner: @kth1 | @kth1fics
note: hehehe…
“Sir, over here,” you overhear someone whisper — probably having heard the snoring from above you.
The sound of heavy duty combat boots picking up pace and heading straight in your direction makes you still. You don’t move an inch in fear of getting caught, placing a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing at bay.
From underneath the bed, you count five pairs of boots. They move slowly around the bed surrounding you in a circle. Two of them make their way to the side of the bed where Hee-won lies and another two direct themselves to your side of the bed, vanishing behind the comforter that you had pulled down earlier.
The remaining body doesn’t move from the bottom of the bed. Instead, you watch on as he pulls out the chair from underneath the vanity; the scraping of the chair legs against the floor is like nails on a chalkboard causing you to hiss at the sound.
He sits down in the chair and spreads his legs too casually for someone who is breaking into an apartment which can only mean he has done this many times in the past. He’s calculated and smart — knows how to play the game.
The room is silent.
Weiterlesen
clandestine | myg (m) teaser
pairing: gangleader!yoongi x f!reader
genre(s)&au(s): gang au, bitch better have my money or i’ll fuck ur girl au, angst, pwp, smut
rating: 18+
wordcount: teaser - 405
warning(s)&smutwarning(s): strong language, mentions of weapons, threats of murder
summary: bloodthirsty and dangerous, yoongi wont stop until he gets what he is rightful owed. and if you’re on offer, then he just cant say no to that.
banner: @kth1 | @kth1fics
note: hehehe…
“Sir, over here,” you overhear someone whisper — probably having heard the snoring from above you.
The sound of heavy duty combat boots picking up pace and heading straight in your direction makes you still. You don’t move an inch in fear of getting caught, placing a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing at bay.
From underneath the bed, you count five pairs of boots. They move slowly around the bed surrounding you in a circle. Two of them make their way to the side of the bed where Hee-won lies and another two direct themselves to your side of the bed, vanishing behind the comforter that you had pulled down earlier.
The remaining body doesn’t move from the bottom of the bed. Instead, you watch on as he pulls out the chair from underneath the vanity; the scraping of the chair legs against the floor is like nails on a chalkboard causing you to hiss at the sound.
He sits down in the chair and spreads his legs too casually for someone who is breaking into an apartment which can only mean he has done this many times in the past. He’s calculated and smart — knows how to play the game.
The room is silent.
Weiterlesen
clandestine | myg (m) teaser
pairing: gangleader!yoongi x f!reader
genre(s)&au(s): gang au, bitch better have my money or i’ll fuck ur girl au, angst, pwp, smut
rating: 18+
wordcount: teaser - 405
warning(s)&smutwarning(s): strong language, mentions of weapons, threats of murder
summary: bloodthirsty and dangerous, yoongi wont stop until he gets what he is rightful owed. and if you’re on offer, then he just cant say no to that.
banner: @kth1 | @kth1fics
note: hehehe…
“Sir, over here,” you overhear someone whisper — probably having heard the snoring from above you.
The sound of heavy duty combat boots picking up pace and heading straight in your direction makes you still. You don’t move an inch in fear of getting caught, placing a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing at bay.
From underneath the bed, you count five pairs of boots. They move slowly around the bed surrounding you in a circle. Two of them make their way to the side of the bed where Hee-won lies and another two direct themselves to your side of the bed, vanishing behind the comforter that you had pulled down earlier.
The remaining body doesn’t move from the bottom of the bed. Instead, you watch on as he pulls out the chair from underneath the vanity; the scraping of the chair legs against the floor is like nails on a chalkboard causing you to hiss at the sound.
He sits down in the chair and spreads his legs too casually for someone who is breaking into an apartment which can only mean he has done this many times in the past. He’s calculated and smart — knows how to play the game.
The room is silent.
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A kiss (Yoongi x reader)
Summary: After ogling each other from afar for months, you finally find yourselves in a hidden corner on a party, where you share your first kiss.
Yoongi x (gender neutreal) reader
827 words
Crossposted to AO3
A fluffy Yoongi drabble, strangers to lovers, no warnings necessary
The small lamp on the sideboard next to you makes Yoongi's skin glow. He has backed you against the frame of the farthest door, out of sight of anyone randomly crossing the hallway to get to the kitchen or bathroom. You stand close without touching, his hand braced next to your head, his breath hot and steady on your face. His eyes are black in this half-light, gleaming onyx, fixed unblinkingly on you. There is no way he can't see the want and yearning that's consuming you right now. The need to reach out and slip your hands under his sweater, feeling his body for the first time. Your heart races faster than your thoughts. The urge to touch him grows more powerful by the second, but you're too proud to make the first move. After all these months of dancing around each other, you're closer now than you've ever been. And yet it's so far from being enough. You had hoped this evening would finally bring relief, had hoped the dance would end today. An end and a beginning at the same time. A future. He smells so good. Involuntarily, you lean in a bit, inhaling him deeply. His breath changes instantly, rising and ebbing away in increasing pace. Then it stops. When you look up, you find his eyes closed, pink lips slightly parted. Your mouth goes dry, there is nothing more important in this very moment, than staring, than imagining. All it would take is a turn of your head, a quick stretch... A shiver runs through you; tension trying to find a way to release itself. The closeness is simultaneously delicious and unbearable. Still no touch. The world around you has long since been forgotten, you exist only here with him, in this cocoon of warmth and desire. You lean forward a little more, giving in to the magnetic pull. The heat is getting stronger. Your body is trembling with sensory overload.
Yoongi opens his eyes. They are back on you in an instant, new determination on full display.
Inhale. Exhale.
His gaze drops to your lips.
A heartbeat. Two. He bends, tilts his head, his lips now perfectly aligned with yours, and your breath hitches, afraid you'll miss something, as if the sound of your breathing might drown out the touch of your lips. Still, hesitation. A whispering of your name. A whimper from your throat, the slightest sound, a tiny plea caused by total overwhelm. And then- Then you finally taste him, his lips melting against yours and tears well up in your eyes, it's a literal catharsis, the summit after a long climb, the moment after a jump when you realize you're not falling, but flying. Light as a feather his body leans against yours, embracing your smaller form, hiding you in your little secret realm, inaccessible to all the others. It's the safest place on earth right now.
Light as a feather his tongue dips, asking to be let in, nudging yours, hot and skilled.
You have no idea how much I wanted this, he pants, barely pausing long enough to get the words out.
Then what took you so fucking long, you murmur, earning a low chuckle. You wrap your arms around his body, pulling him closer, until he is pressed flush against you. He is strong. He is warm. He wears way too many clothes. Your lips continue to explore each other; hungry, insatiable, a delicate dance in which sometimes he leads and sometimes you do. He tastes like coffee and something sweet, so very addicting. Yoongi utters a curse out of sheer wordlessness. He's drunk with bliss. He holds your face in the gentlest way possible, as he captures your mouth with his again. You never felt anything like this before. Your hopes and imagination didn't even come close to reality. His lips and tongue set you on fire. Imagine what this mouth could do...somewhere else. You gasp. Goosebumps crawl all over your skin; images of naked intertwined bodies and skin glistening with sweat flash through your mind. You want that. It's insane how much you want that. Him.
All of it.
Let's get out of here.
Your hushed words make him slowly unwind from you, big warm hands sinking to your waist.
His eyes smile at you over flushed cheeks, the most beautiful sight you've ever seen. His lips look as sore as yours feel. A subtle ache that is totally worth it. Slowly you become aware of the world around you again. The music in the main room. The people laughing and crossing the hallway. You can't wait to be truly alone with him.
You take his hand in yours and squeeze it briefly. He squeezes back, smile widening. A gentle tug towards the door detaches you from your hidden corner. You don't fail to notice how perfectly your hands fit into each other. And somehow you are sure your lives will too.
8:29 AM - Yoongi
(A/N: Part of my ITS series! for the anon requesting ITS domestic, acts of service centered Yoongi. Hope you like it, sorry for the long wait! Feedback is appreciated!)
Yoongi didn't know how much he wanted to be married until he met you.
It was your fault- he was really good at being single before you and now he couldn't sleep if you weren't next to him, couldn't cook less than two portions of food because he had to make sure you ate too, obviously. Part of it was because of how fun you were for him to observe, like the way you fumbled around the apartment sometimes looking for random shit you were constantly losing. He liked the adoring grin you had on your face when he found it for you, liked when you cooed at him in thanks, calling him your knight in shining armor.
He also liked watching you get ready, fascinated by the way you took such care to do your makeup and liked it extra when you let him dry your hair for you. He especially liked watching you with Holly, the sweet smiles and pretty little words you had for the tiny dog made something carnal in him wonder if you'd want a baby with him anytime soon.
Normally, he was good with his words- the entire world knew that.
He knew exactly what to say in almost every situation, knew how to disarm someone completely and dismantle any argument against him. There were few scenarios in which he found himself completely at a loss- but you were one of them.
You hit him like a truck, knocking the wind out of him and leaving him breathless. He couldn't wrap his mind around the way you made him feel, he couldn't even begin to describe it. He tried telling you about it, tried putting it into words but nothing was ever enough.
It was driving him a little nutty actually, keeping him up at night.
He thought being alone was boring now, he hated not having you next to him, whispering snide comments about how annoying everyone else was besides you and him. He wanted to do all that domestic shit with you- go grocery shopping and walk Holly together and pick out furniture together. He wanted to make long term plans and argue about who did the dishes after dinner.
Even now, on vacation with all million activities to do but all he wanted to do was what he currently was doing- which was laying between your legs, sprawled out on a hammock with his head on your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair absentmindedly, eyes trained on the book in Yoongi's hand as he held it up for the two of you to read in silence.
He liked the way your thighs squeezed him gently, silently informing him that you had reached the bottom of the page and were ready for him to turn to the next. He could do this for the rest of his life, being beside you like this.
"Are you hungry yet?" You mumbled, breaking the silence.
"No- are you?" He asked, craning his neck up to look at you. He dog-eared the page the two of you had just finished and set the book off to the side, landing with a soft noise in the grass below you.
"I could go for a snack in a little bit," You grinned, stretching slightly beneath him.
Yoongi shifted so that the two of you were side by side, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek. It was warm to the touch and flushed pink under the sun, your eyes shaded by a pair of sunglasses. He liked the vacation version of you- completely makeup free and relaxed, dressed in light linen fabrics that grazed the contours of your body and gave him easy access to you without any of the zippers and buttons and complications of Real World Clothes. He pushed your sunglasses up to the top of your head, wanting to see your pretty eyes peering down at him curiously before fluttering closed, pressing your lips to his lazily.
You touched his side lightly, feeling him smirk into the kiss as his lips brushed yours delicately. He kept his mouth against yours just long enough for you to feel his breath before pulling away, repeating the process as you felt desperation rise in your body, pulling him closer towards you as you deepened the kiss.
Kissing Yoongi was never a matter of fighting for dominance but pushing it towards each other in a show of true devotion to each other- it didn't matter which one of you was controlling the moment, just as long as you kept close. You touched your tongue to his lips lightly, swiping across his bottom lip until he widened his mouth slightly, chasing the wet muscle with his own tongue.
You giggled, pulling away from his embrace, "Vacation Yoongi is very touchy."
"Vacation Yoongi wants to fuck like, all the time," He quipped in response, pushing his hips up against yours.
"Someone could see us!" You whispered, peeking over the edge of the hammock's fabric. No one was anywhere near the two of you in your place on the lawn, thankfully, but you were still nervous about PDA in front of the boys as if they would magically appear.
"We're just kissing, they'll get over it." He grumbled, "Let's pretend we're on our honeymoon and that everyone else isn't here."
"Well, if no one else is here, who's gonna get me a snack?" You pouted, tilting your head to the side.
He looked around blankly, a comically confused look on his face, "Me?"
"Sounds good," You nodded solemnly. "No but really- we should go somewhere like this for our honeymoon. Or maybe somewhere tropical- what about Bali? Have you ever been to Bali?"
"We can go wherever you want, Jagi," He mumbled, kissing you again. You melted into his touch, imagining for a moment that you really were on your honeymoon.
You wanted to be married to Yoongi. Someday- when you both were ready for it. You wanted to support him, to make him feel as loved as he made you feel. It was a tall order but it was one you were prepared for.
You tried to convey it in a kiss, touching his cheek lightly and holding him close. You pushed your hand up under the hem of his shirt, flattening your palm on the smooth expanse of his torso, fingers pressing into the dips between muscles. You were about to move further, get bolder until-
"Yah!" a voice screamed, making you jump apart from your boyfriend. The force of your reaction made the entire hammock shake, Yoongi zipping a hand up to anchor the two of you to the ground and narrowly avoid falling out of the structure that was definitely only meant for one person. "Stop being cute! It's gross!"
You recognized Jin's voice- you'd recognize that particular yell anywhere. Yoongi shoved his middle finger in the air, not bothering to look away from you. You squirmed, covering your face in your hands in embarrassment.
"I can't wait until we're actually on our honeymoon," You mumbled, voice muffled behind your hands.
Yoongi sighed and nodded, hugging you close and patting you on the head reassuringly. "Let's go get you a snack until then, yeah?"
"Yeah," You echoed, nodding softly, letting him help you out of the hammock.
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Omg requests are open AAAHHH
may i request an oblivious oc and tsundere yoongi who likes holding oc's hands and idk like maybe oc thinks it's bc his hands are cold and his friends make fun of him and oc only realizes yoongi likes her when they spill his secret
as a yoongi stan, this is my guilty pleasure and this absolutely KILLED ME ily for asking this 🤣and double update today???? who am I?????
hope you enjoy this v fluffy and v yoongi piece <3
pairing: tsundere!yoongi x oblivious&clumsy!oc
genre: FLUFFFFFFFFFFFFF
warnings: lots of squealing into ur pillow moments. taehyung, jimin & jin being the saviours tbh
words: 3, 136
Yoongi is staring at you like you spilt milk over his favourite pair of sneakers and you have no idea what to make of it.
“Uh …” You drag, blinking up at him with wide eyes when all he does is level you with a blank stare.
You can hear the distinct chatter of your friends in the background, likely already having their go skating around the rink. They always left you and Yoongi alone, for whatever reason it may be. But you weren’t complaining, you wanted to give him your gift in private!
But when Yoongi only stares at the mass of knit in your palms as you hold it out to him, you can only feel your ears flush an embarrassing shade of red at the subtle gesture of rejection.
Yoongi was by no means a malicious person, but he was very clear-cut. He was straightforward and it was definitely one of his qualities that you admired the most about him. His ability to mitigate any situation, or look at things objectively was something that you struggled with for the most part of your life. Which is why some people would mistake him for cold or uncaring, but you knew better.
“Do you … do you not like it?” You ask meekly, eyes darting everywhere but his as they continue to stare you down.
Yoongi doesn’t say a word. Instead, he grabs your hands with his larger palm where your gift lays and observes it, scrutinises it as if he’s there to pick apart any stray strand of yarn. His hand, despite his exterior, is soft and gentle when he holds you; and your brain short-circuits for a good five seconds when he traces a thumb over your knuckles.
“It’s cute.” He shrugs.
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Your eyes dart down to your hands and somehow you find them in a familiar position. His fingers intertwined with yours and his palm engulfing yours entirely.
“T-Then why don’t you—” You try to pull away, making an effort to dangle your hand-woven mittens in front of him in hopes of attracting his appeal towards it.
But he doesn’t even bat an eye, just sighs and squeezes your hand tighter.
“I’m holding your hand.” He says pointedly, shooting you a serious stare.
You stutter for a response, and despite the chill in the air you hope he can allude to the redness of your cheeks a result of the wind that blows past you and not the flustered state you find yourself in when he tugs your body closer to his.
You suppose you found a bad spot to give him the mittens because you nearly stumble into his chest at how wobbly you are on skates. You planned his gift for weeks, fully aware that your group of friends was intending on coming to ice-skate.
“I’m really bad at ice-skating. I’ll just slow you down.” You huff with a frown, still attempting to tug your hand away.
Yoongi rolls his eyes, “I literally don’t care.”
You gape at his bluntness and scowl when he only offers you a lazy smirk. His hand is still tightly wrapped around your own, and you sigh, knowing that it was hopeless to fight against Yoongi when he was far stronger than you were.
“I can skate with Tae or something, he and I are pretty much—“
“No.” Yoongi blinks.
You splutter, “E-Excuse—?”
He snatches the mittens from your other hand and shoves them into his pocket. The action is so quick that you can barely register the way Yoongi is tugging your forehead as you flounder on your feet, already feeling unstable at the way the ice is set on making you fall.
But Yoongi is there like he always is, and he rests a gentle palm on your waist and shoots you a rare and soft smile that makes your heart weak.
“I’ll teach you.” He says it like it’s obvious, “Just hold my hand.”
“Yoongi, I really don’t think—” You weakly protest when he pulls you closer until you’re nestled comfortably by his side, his face set forward as he blatantly ignores you.
“Stop being so stubborn and hold on tight.” He scolds, squeezing your hand when he feels your fingers loosen its grip.
You pout, your other hand patting your cheek in hopes of easing the burning of your cheeks.
.
Lest to say, you are horrid at ice-skating and you wished you stayed home.
Your two left feet was probably the least interesting thing about you, yet it was the one thing that left a lasting impression on the people you’ve met. Whether it be because you tripped up a flight of stairs as you rushed to your next lecture, or if you accidentally torpedoed into a bush while you were attempting to penny
“How are you even real?” He huffs, fingers intertwined tightly with your own. You’re grateful he has a lethal grip on you because you don’t think you’re ready to be doused in ice, even if it was at your own accord.
“I’m sorry!” You whine, hand still clasped with his.
Yoongi doesn’t let go, even if you’re stable on your feet. He never does. He only holds your hand tighter, grumbling something about your clumsiness as he uses his spare hand to adjust the strap of his bag over his shoulders. When he shoots you a look, you feel very much like a scolded child as you pout up at his narrowed eyes.
“What would you do if I wasn’t holding your hand, huh?” He laments, eyes rolling while he tugs you towards the direction of your friends who have somehow all gathered at the corner of the rink.
You stare at your feet, tittering to keep up with his long strides as he keeps the hold on your hand firm.
“Look, I don’t ask to be swept away—!” You retort petulantly, but Yoongi completely ignores you as he squeezes your hand in response, right as he stops in front of your friends.
You’re still sulking when Yoongi doesn’t let go, shooting you a look that has you pursing your lips shut.
“Lovely for the two of you to join us,” Jimin snorts.
Yoongi doesn’t say anything, but you miss the lethal glare he shoots at your mutual friend.
“I’m sorry that my skating skills can’t keep up with you,” You huff.
You see Jin’s eyes dart down to your intertwined hands, before looking up; a knowing smirk on his face that you can’t decipher.
“Seems like Yoongi has it all settled.” He snickers, nudging Jimin by the side.
You can feel Yoongi roll his eyes next to you, even if you pout at Jin’s words.
“At this rate, I think you’re basically joined by the hands,” Jimin says smugly.
You blink.
“She’ll fall,” Yoongi says blankly.
“Look, I said I’d skate with Tae but he’s so adamant!” You cry.
Yoongi shoots you a dry glare, before briefly releasing your hand. You splutter for a second, surprised at the sudden coldness that engulfs your grip and the emptiness that you feel when he no longer has his fingers intertwined with your own.
“What—?” You furrow your brows but Yoongi pats you on the hand to ease your confusion.
“I’m getting you hot chocolate. Your hands are freezing.” He murmurs, and to prove his point; he grabs your fingers and rubs soothing circles on your knuckles to provide you with any warmth he could.
If your hands weren’t warm, then your cheeks definitely were. You couldn’t hold eye contact with Yoongi because he was staring at you so intently that you may have been the one to melt into a puddle on the ice.
“But the mittens—!” You call, but he’s already skating away to the confectionary stand where they sell hot chocolate.
You sigh, dejected as you frown. Did he really hate the mittens that much?
“You are so stupid.” Jin gawks at you with a shake of his head.
You turn your head so fast that you nearly fall over, but Jimin’s grip on your wrist prevents you from doing so.
“And clumsy, God, no wonder hyung won’t let you go.” He scolds.
You frown, “Hey! What the hell is up with the slander?” You whine.
Taehyung stumbles into the conversation, quite literally almost smashing his body against the divider but he manages to balance himself by gripping the hell out of Jin’s shoulders.
“You deserve it,” He sticks his tongue out as you gape at him.
“What?! Why?” You hiss, “You literally just entered the conversation!”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, “And I’ve had to see you and hyung doddle around each other for ages so spare me the fucking brain cells because clearly, you need it more than I do.”
“What—?” You splutter.
“You are literally the densest person on this planet.” Jin blinks.
“What are you guys even talking about?” You cry.
Jimin shoots you a dry look, willing the God’s above to give you a semblance of rationality or logic to put two and two together.
“The hand-holding? The constant going out of his way to do things for you? The fact that you’re the only person he’ll ever smile at even if you do the dumbest shit ever?” Taehyung exasperates.
You blink.
“It’s winter and his fingers get really cold—!”
Jin groans, tugging at his hair in frustration.
“No, you idiot! Yoongi literally doesn’t get cold. He’s the human equivalent of a furnace! He literally doesn’t give a shit if he freezes to death. The only reason why he ever holds your hand is that he wants to!” He yells, grabbing you by the shoulder as he shakes your body while you stare up at him with wide eyes.
Does that mean—?
“He hates the mittens?” You cry, face crumbling.
You see Taehyung, Jimin and Jin’s face fall as they all share a look of disbelief.
“I’m sorry but I have no way to defend you.” Jimin blinks.
“I just wanted to do something nice for him! He’s always taking care of me and I thought knitting him a pair of mittens would help with the cold …” You mumble, eyes darting down to your feet as your voice trails off into a whisper.
“Okay, I know I promised hyung I wouldn’t say anything until she figured it out herself but I can’t take it anymore.” Taehyung seethes to the other boys.
Your eyes dart up, furrowing in confusion as Jimin and Jin’s eyes widen at Taehyung’s statement.
“Figured what—?”
“Dude, Yoongi is going to kill you,” Jin warns.
Taehyung scoffs, “Like I give a shit. I’m losing brain cells listening to her speak so this is an act of self-preservation. He’s going to thank me and so are you.”
“What are you—?” You huff.
“Yoongi likes you!” He exasperates, throwing his hands into his air.
The silence is overwhelming, as the four of you simply blink at each other. Your brain is processing his words, but it doesn’t really make sense. You’re confused as you attempt to deduce the meaning behind it until you come to a conclusion—
You look over at Jimin, “Are the two of you—?”
Jimin wants to scream.
“No, oh my God! Yoongi likes you! You!” He shakes you so hard that your head spins, “He likes you so much it’s disgusting and cute so you better do something about it and not accustom us to this torture anymore, okay?!”
Before you can say anything else, you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. You blink up, and you see Yoongi offering you a cup of hot chocolate, eyeing the rest of the boys weirdly as they stand there with tightened expressions.
“Here you go,” He says softly, helping you blow onto the steaming cup before gently placing it into your hand.
It warms you up immediately, and you only then managed to piece together what Taehyung and Jimin just told you. The realisation dawns upon you as a scandalised expression makes its way onto your face. Yoongi raises an eyebrow, observing the odd behaviour of the four of you as the three boys ignore his pointed gaze.
“L-Let’s go take a seat,” You stutter, pushing on his chest with your free hand as you attempt to skate away from the wandering eyes. The pressure was too much.
“Hey, hold on, you’ll fall.” He gently chides, doing what comes as second nature to him as he grabs your other hand, giving you a squeeze of reassurance.
As the two of you skate away, you miss the sighs that leave the three boys’ lips.
“So, is there a reason why you tried to skate away like you were an Olympian?” Yoongi asks when the two of you managed to settle down in a small bench outside of the rink, tucked a decent distance away.
You look down at your palms, squeezing around the hot chocolate as you pay attention to the steam that escapes the surface.
The words from Jimin was essentially still haunting you, and you wondered if this was some sick joke of his to get back at you for mixing up his toothpaste with his shampoo a few months back. You sulk because this was a really mean joke and your feelings were about to get really hurt if he was lying to you.
“Hey,” Yoongi murmurs, hand reaching out to tilt your chin up to look at him. His stare is so intense that you find yourself cowering away, cheeks red and embarrassed. “Look at me.”
You can’t.
“I-I … there’s nothing wrong!” You squeak, eyes travelling and landing on different people that wasn’t Yoongi. Anyone that wouldn’t cause your insides to melt with just his gaze alone.
Yoongi purses his lips in disapproval, sighing before he sets his hot chocolate by the table next to the bench and turns to face you. You knew that you had no place to run, especially when Yoongi essentially traps you with his eyes, observing your every move.
“You’re shaking.” He points out.
And only then do you realise that you were shaking, and your hands were basically vibrating with the hot chocolate. You cursed at yourself, and the cold.
“I-I’m cold.” You chatter.
Yoongi frowns, reaching out his hand to immediately grab your own to warm them up. But when you spot his hands, you squeak, immediately retracting them as if he was about to bite them off.
You realise how it looks, and you notice the slight drop in Yoongi’s expression when you reacted the way you did.
“Are you—?” He begins to ask, slow and tentative.
“Not my hands!” You blurt out.
Yoongi pauses for a second before he relaxes his posture and raises a brow at you in questioning.
“Okay …?” He drags, “Where are you cold? Do you need my jacket?” He asks.
You curse at yourself because you didn’t know how to get yourself out of this situation. Especially now that Yoongi was patiently waiting for your response. Your thighs were essentially brushed up against each other, and his body was leaned over ever so slightly that you catch every strand of eyelashes on his eyes.
You were so weak.
“N-No, I … you can keep your jacket.” You stutter, shaking your head as you pat his puffer down when he goes to shrug it off.
Yoongi’s frown deepens, “Well, can you tell me where so I can help—?”
“My lips!” You declare, voice high pitched and loud enough that it attracts a few stares from bystanders.
Yoongi just stares at you, and you’re mortified when you realise what you said, but you can’t seem to stop now that you’ve already dug a hole for yourself.
“My … lips … they’re ... cold,” You clear your throat, blinking up at him with a false sense of determination in hopes of shielding the way your face is undoubtedly on fire right now.
“Your lips … are cold?” He articulates each world tentatively as he observes your face for any reaction.
You nod.
“Yeah. Cold.” You say.
Oh my God, shut up!
Before you can even run away, and it’s as if Yoongi expects you to flee, he pins your hands down with his own and draws closer to your face so quickly that you can barely even catch his next move.
And kisses you.
Smack on the lips.
He pulls away too fast for your liking, and you’re gaping at him like a fish out of the water when you realise what he did.
“You—” You croak, pointing a finger at him.
But Yoongi leans in once more, pressing a firmer kiss to your lips, one that sends your brain into overdrive as you feel yourself melt into his hold. If you were cold, you definitely weren’t anymore. Not when Yoongi is pressed against you like a warm lover by the fireplace.
He pulls away first, again, and you notice the tip of his ears turning red before he offers you that charming smile of his.
“Took you long enough,” He sighs, reaching out to cradle your jaw in his palm. And only then do you realise that Jimin was right, his hand is warm.
“W-What?”
He rolls his eyes fondly, ignoring the way you stare up at him with confused and wide eyes; likely still absorbing what just happened.
“Just hold my hand,” He tuts, reaching in between the both of you to intertwine your fingers together once more as he rests your combined hands on his lap.
“Does this mean …?” You ask shyly, head ducking away from his eyes.
He smiles at you, and you notice that it’s the same look he’s always had whenever he speaks to you.
He brings the back of your hand to his lips and presses a gentle peck to it, causing heat to rise to your cheeks all over again.
“You warm now, cutie?” He murmurs.
You melt, “Oh my God! Don’t—just—I’m literally going to die!” You whine, shoving your face into his puffer as you scream at his suaveness.
He chuckles, low and deep as he unlocks your hands to wrap an arm around your body, tugging you closer until you’re practically glued to his hip like a koala.
“Don’t die on me now,” He sighs, “Just got you to myself.”
“I hate you so much.” Your complaint is muffled into his puffer, but you can feel his grin on the top of your forehead when he presses a warm kiss to it.
“That’s disappointing. I like you very much,” He returns.
You blush, but you don’t push him away when he laughs into your hair, the sound making you melt further into his arms.
You liked him, too.
🫂💕😫
PRE-BOYFRIEND!YOONGI who gave you the code to his studio and lets you sleep on his couch at the end of a long day of school/work. Every day, Yoongi looks forward to your arrival at the studio, wanting to spend a portion of his day in your company, listening to your stories and making you laugh. “don’t be afraid to come in whenever you want. if i gave you the code, it's because i want you here at any time.”
PRE-BOYFRIEND!YOONGI who buys you postcards from every place he travels, no matter how many times he goes to the same place — for, even though Yoongi was there doing what he loved most, he couldn't stop thinking about the one he loved most. “i know you already have a postcard from here, but i wanted to remind you that it’s impossible not to think about you.”
PRE-BOYFRIEND!YOONGI who doesn't like seeing you talking to other men, always looking with disgust at those who tried to capture your attention. he still didn't know why he felt uncomfortable when he saw you with others, he just knew that you could do better than them. “it’s not my business, i know, but you deserve better. they probably don’t even know the difference between shampoo and body wash.”
PRE-BOYFRIEND!YOONGI who sends you good morning and good night texts every day, even if the time zone between you was different. it started when Yoongi saw you knocked down by life and when he realized that his words brightened your day, he couldn't stop. “good morning, you. remember that your soul is perfumed with the stardust that created the universe. never forget your worth.”
PRE-BOYFRIEND!YOONGI who always looks for you in the audience when he knows you went to see him in concert. even in the midst of thousands of faces screaming his name, Yoongi just looked for yours, feeling his heart warming a little when your face lit up for him. “among billions of people, our souls decided to find each other. your presence at my concert is nothing compared to that.”
PRE-BOYFRIEND!YOONGI who finds small moments to hold your hands and feel your warmth next to him. in the turmoil that assaulted his mind, your touch seemed to calm Yoongi and he didn't mind holding your hands whenever you provoked him. “now you can’t use your hands. they will be mine forever. i’m not letting go of them anytime soon.”
PRE-BOYFRIEND!YOONGI who knows perfectly well how he feels about you, he's just afraid to say it. because of all the relationships in his life, your friendship was the most important to him, and Yoongi didn't want to lose you by confessing his love for you. “promise that nothing between us will change. promise that you will always stay in my life. promise that even though i love you, you won’t leave me.”
I don't have words to describe how much in love I am with this series 🫠
HUSBAND!YOONGI who asked you to marry him without a ring or planning, just the desire to be yours forever motivating Yoongi. you were about to go to bed, tired from another long day of work, but when he looked at you, focused on your night routine, arranging things for the next day, Yoongi realized that was a vision he wanted to have for the rest of his life; Yoongi's words came without hesitation, spontaneous, carrying with them all the hope and desire for a full life by your side. “let’s get married. i can't bear to spend another day with the fear of losing you. i want this life we have forever.”
HUSBAND!YOONGI who at your wedding, at the end of the day under the sunset, pulled you away from all the guests and said private vows just for you. at the ceremony Yoongi was nervous, too eager to hurry up the ceremony and finally have you forever and ever, and, as such, his vows were beautiful, yes, but brief; however, when the day was ending, when dancing and laughter occupied all the space, Yoongi gently held your hand, taking you to the garden, pouring out his soul in the form of simple words. “i promise to love you. not as i love you now, or as i loved you yesterday, but as i will love you tomorrow and the day after, for i continue to fall in love with you constantly and my love will never diminish, only grow.”
HUSBAND!YOONGI who sits in the kitchen with a guitar and serenades you. whenever you were cooking, cleaning the kitchen, or simply working, Yoongi would take his guitar to the kitchen and embellish your tasks with a gentle melody echoing through the room, the music that your husband played for you comforting your heart and making you smile every time Yoongi decided to accompany his guitar with his sweet voice. “i wrote a new ballad with you in mind. wanna hear it?”
HUSBAND!YOONGI who likes to be the little spoon when you take a nap on a sunday afternoon. Yoongi liked to have you in his arms, to have the feeling that, in a way, he was protecting you from the world and that he contained within you all the essence of your soul that made you so unique, so beautiful; however, Yoongi wasn't going to deny that he also liked to feel held, to have your hands around his body in a warm blanket of pure love and tranquility. “do you want to take a nap with me? i wouldn't mind being held now... because… i need you, to... you know. please?”
HUSBAND!YOONGI who adopted a dog on your first anniversary. Yoongi would be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking about a family with you since the day he told you he loved you — it was stronger than him. you made Yoongi dream, dream about things he never thought he wanted, things he never thought he was worthy of wanting; you were magic for Yoongi, an eternal source of dreams and hope and he just wanted to repay you — a dog, an animal that would keep you company when he was away, an animal that was capable of loving you almost as much as Yoongi, almost. “i don’t know what magic you have in you, but i just want to continue to grow with you and make our relationship grow. this dog is the beginning of our family.”
HUSBAND!YOONGI who reads you books out loud when you are tired or sad. Yoongi asked you to lay your head on his lap and choose the book he would read: poetry, fantasy, even plays he was capable of reading and interpreting for you if it meant you resting and laughing for moments; there were entire hours of nothing more than your husband's melodious words filling the room, various tales and stories coming to life through his voice while you closed your eyes and let yourself be carried away by the narrative recited by Yoongi. “if i read you shakespeare and look at you while i read the love dialogues, does that count as a confession from me to you?”
HUSBAND!YOONGI who loves you unconditionally for years and years on end, the feeling that was planted in Yoongi's heart only growing with each moment shared with you without ever withering or losing a single fragment. as if linked by the oldest constellations, your love was constant, long ago idealized by the universe itself with traces of stars and magic making your relationship lasting in each lifetime. “i don’t want to stop dreaming about you. i don't want to stop loving you. you are the only reality for me and i only exist with you by my side.”
If Taehyung and Yoongi were colors, they’d be on the opposite ends of the spectrum. It applies to everything that has to do with their lives, one of them being the clothes they wear. Yoongi is more of a monochromatic man, while Taehyung never misses a day to look vibrant.
Maybe the universe is fucking with them, because the day Yoongi chooses to step out of the black-and-white getup he usually wears, is also the day he meets Kim Taehyung after not seeing him for the past four months.
It’s after he rakes eyes down the younger’s body that Yoongi realizes they’re both in the similar brownish hue, looking like autumn and pumpkin spice latte even though spring has just ended.
Yoongi also notices that both of them have hairs with the ‘cold’ colors, looking like a paradox that completes each other in some way. Taehyung has his blue hair light though, keeping it bright unlike Yoongi who opts for dark purple for his strands.
“Hi, Yoongi hyung,” the younger greets in that low timbre of his, “long time no see.”
The smile he offers after is short, a hesitant gesture and Yoongi wonders if he’s even worth the smile.
“Hey, Taehyungie.” Old habits die hard, they say, but Yoongi doesn’t have the time to amend his slip-up as Taehyung goes to his side before beginning to walk, forcing him to do the same.
There’s a reason the older hasn’t seen Taehyung for months, and it’s because they are in different departments of the campus, they would have to make effort to meet. There hasn’t really been the need to, since they.. well. But Taehyung is here now.
Yoongi voices his thoughts aloud (he’s always been known for his bluntness and Taehyung’s always been known for not minding, so) to which Taehyung replies that he’s here to see someone today, who’s monochromatic like Yoongi but a bit brighter, that’s why Taehyung is wearing a more muted color, to prevent from scaring this said person away. Yoongi huffs out a laugh at that, and says no one is going to be scared of you, Taehyung.
Taehyung only smiles at that, and Yoongi notices that he’s really close that the back of their hands occasionally brush each other’s with their movement. It saddens Yoongi that he only feels bland at the knowledge, and briefly wonders if Tae feels that way too.
Yoongi feels the tiniest brush of Taehyung’s pinky finger on his forefinger first than the breath the younger let out in a whisper of his name, but he could’ve easily imagined it because it’s gone as fast as it appeared.
“Taehyung!”
And Yoongi figures that’s the reason Taehyung retracts his finger, the person shouting Tae’s name with a big smile on his face.
“Oh, hyung, you’re here too,” the person says upon noticing Yoongi’s presence there.
“Hi, Kiddo.” Yoongi lets out a genuine smile.
Taehyung was right, this person is similar to him and also wears black all the time. He’s also a bright kid who smiles a lot more than Yoongi, and he thinks Taehyung would go along well with this kid.
Yoongi steps away. “I guess this is my cue to leave,” he says, “I’ll see you around, Kiddo, Taehyung.” He nods to each person before walking away.
Yoongi hopes that Taehyung has put everything behind, just like he already has.
“You know Yoongi hyung?” Jeongguk asks when Yoongi disappears from their sight.
Taehyung doesn’t take his eyes away from where Yoongi turned in the corner as he answers.
“Just an old friend.”
april 21st, 2019
masterlist | secreto
drabble #89
yoongi x reader || angst || 1.301 words (oops?) prompt: “i noticed” warnings: cursing, mentions of violence, death & murder rating: pg-17 tags: brother’s best friend to lovers, spy!au
“You know what’s funny? I never asked for any of this. You think you’re doing me a favor, but you’re not” you pointed your finger at him, “I don’t need your help, I don’t need anything, to be honest. Matter of fact, I don’t know why you’re still here.”
“Because I care about you” he walked towards you.
“Oh, you care about me?” you scoffed, “Please, just get out” pushing him out of the way.
“I promised your brother I would take care of you” he turned his back, grabbing your wrist.
“That’s not my problem” you yanked your arm away, “That’s between you and him.”
“You’re acting out. It’s fine, go ahead.”
“I’m not acting out. Don’t treat me like a child. I’m a grown woman.”
“You didn’t have time to process his death” he pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for just a second, like he was talking to himself more than to you, “This is your way of grieving.”
“Shut up” you shouted.
“Let me help you” he reached for your hand once again.
“Are you deaf?” you took two steps back, hitting your lower back on the doorknob, “I don’t need help. And if you’re not getting out then I am.”
He was faster than you, and as soon as you tried to cross the threshold he blocked the way, both hands on the frame, “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Watch me” you challenged him, feeling the rage burning inside, and proceeding to go below one of his arms.
“No” he moved his right leg and blocked you. Again.
“Move” you warned him, punching his left rib with your right hand, yet he didn’t even flinch. “Yoongi, get out of my way.” You weren’t shouting anymore you were straight-up yelling at his face.
“Not until you calm down.”
“You know I’m not scared to punch you in the face, right?”
“I noticed” he mocked. The frustration you felt was overwhelming, and the mere fact he was alive and breathing instead of your brother was driving you absolutely insane. So you tried to punch him a few times with no luck. He kept dodging.
“You’re going to get hurt” he held your wrists firmly, “I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You already did! Now move!”
“I did? When?” he asked, letting you go.
“When you let my brother die.”
“You don’t know what you are talking about” Yoongi's eyes displayed so many emotions at once, it was hard for you to understand what was truly going through his head. But one thing you were sure of: he was on the verge of shedding a few angry tears.
“He trusted you, you know? He really did. Fuck, at some point so did I. Never, in my wildest dreams, thought you would betray him.”
Yoongi took a step closer, your noses almost touching, “I didn’t betray him.”
“Fine. Whatever you say” you laughed, and then pushed him, “Now let me go.”
Yoongi closed his eyes in exasperation as soon as your hands touched his chest.
“Calm. Down” he replied annoyed.
“Stop telling me to calm down. Stop telling me you’re going to help. Stop telling me you care about me. Stop with all this bullshit. You’re not who I thought you were. Again, you think you’re doing me a favor, but you’re not. I’m tired of looking at your face and being reminded of what happened. I will always be better off on my own. You took him away from me. You really did. He never wanted this life, this was not his dream, but he went along with it because his ‘best friend’ needed him. And where does that leave me, huh? He never cared to ask either. It’s okay. I get it. But you? Ha, you have some nerve showing up like this, trying to boss me around. You act like you need to save me or something. I don’t need saving. I need my brother.”
“I know” Yoongi ran his fingers frantically through his hair.
“Get out of my way” you walked past him, heading towards the door again.
“Please,” he shouted and you turned, “just listen to me” he added more softly.
“Let me make one thing abundantly clear,” you ran up to his face, tears streaming down your cheeks, “I don’t know what my brother told you but I’m not some fragile little girl. If I wanted to I could kill you right now.”
He tilted his head, eyes red, looking like a mad man, “Why don’t you?”
“Because I’m not like you” you stared at Yoongi like he was trash. Absolutely disgusting. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You were hurt, lost, and scared. Living in a world without your brother was very scary.
“You don’t know what you’re saying” Yoongi sniffled and started pacing around the room, “You don’t know the whole story. Stop acting like a child then I might stop treating you like one. Fuck!” he punched the air, “Do you think this is easy? I lost my best friend, my brother.”
“You’re so fake, oh my god” you covered your mouth.
“That bratty attitude won’t get you anywhere” he stopped and faced you, “Instead of saying so much shit, why don’t you ask me what truly happened that day? Why don’t you ask me the full story? You go on and on about your brother’s death but you weren’t there. You didn’t see it. You didn’t feel it happen. You didn’t hear him take his last breath. You don’t know what it was like to see your favorite person just cease to exist right in front of you.”
By the time Yoongi was done with his rant he was once again right in front of you. It was a stare-down contest for a few seconds before you managed to voice more calmly what you really wanted to say.
“I don’t trust you” you poked his chest, “I don’t know you” you poked again, “For all I care you can lie about the whole thing, which is exactly what I think you've been doing since December so…” you turned and walked to the couch to grab your bag. You were leaving.
“So what? What are your other options?” Yoongi confronted you, coming right behind, “Who can you call right now that knows your brother better than I do? Who? Do you know any of his friends' names? Numbers? Addresses?” he stood beside you and leaned down to see your face as you threw a few things into the bag, “Were any of these people there when he died? No. So there you go. I’m all you got” he slapped his chest a couple of times, “You have no choice other than believe me.”
“This is ridiculous,” you threw the bag over your shoulder, “go fuck yourself.”
Yoongi chuckled, “You’re not leaving this room”, pulling you by the bag.
“Here we go again” you threw your bag on the floor, ready to slap the shit out of him if you had to.
“Listen to me very carefully because I won’t repeat myself” he kicked your bag to the other side of the room, “As of today, February 23rd, you have been placed in the witness protection program due to your brother’s death. He was targeted and killed, and we suspect you’re next.
“We?” you looked at him confused, “Who is we?”
“The government” Yoongi bluntly stated.
You felt your head spinning all of a sudden like you opened your eyes too fast on a bright summer day, “Are you a spy?”
“Something along those lines” he nodded, “So was your brother.”
You gasped.
“That’s why I need you to stay fucking inside. I promised him I would take care of you, and I’m going to keep that promise. Whatever it takes.”
Misbehaving Demons Get Edged
Kinktober day 03
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: strong language, technically tongue is wearing eyeliner and lip gloss but it’s only mentioned once oops, yoonie’s a lil devil, explicit sexual content; sub!yoongi, dom!reader, punishment, handjob, edging, overstimulation, cum eating
Requested by ; anonymous
“You should have behaved.” You sighed, tone laced with disappointment.
Yoongi could only offer a weak, rasping whimper in response from where he was sprawled on the mattress below you, still garnished in his half assed devil costume. A red headband with two little devil horns, a red windbreaker over a black t-shirt, and a plastic pitch fork, all of which were long ago discarded somewhere on your bedroom floor. It was a costume that turned out to be surprisingly fitting, considering...
“Oh fuck— oh fuck, I- I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He was shaking, trembling uncontrollably beneath the pressure of your relentless touch. It was so much. The red hot pleasure laced with the perfect amount of pain. Being pushed to the brink over and over and over again until it felt like the lightest caress would make him explode, only to have it torn out so mercilessly from beneath him. Sweat pooled across his tensed stomach, glistening above his furrowed brow.
The tension in his muscles was palpable beneath your palms, his thighs still quivering fiercely in the destructive aftermath of his last denied orgasm. Sighing in mock disappointment, you traced a single finger up a prominent vein, rousing a violent shudder to wrack his exhausted live wire of a body. The corners of your lips swirled into a taunting smirk as he whimpered out a breathless, “oh god.”
“Is that all you have to say for yourself, baby?” You frowned lightly, taking a sadistic enjoyment in the way he sobbed out weakly, hips stuttering upwards when you drew your hand away from him for the umpteenth time in the last hour. “After how you acted, how you embarrassed not only me but yourself as well in front of all of our friends… it’s going to take a lot more than a pathetic excuse of an apology to make up for it.”
“What do you want me d-do?” He groaned loudly, head falling back into the pillows, eyes squeezing tightly shut. You hummed thoughtfully, drawing invisible designs across the pale flesh of his toned thighs, long ago stripped bare of those sexy, tight fitting black jeans that hugged his cute little ass in all the right ways. The gentleness of the ministrations roused rows goosebumps across his exposed skin, a soft sigh falling from his mouth. “I’ll do anything.”
“You’re so desperate.” You scoffed.
“I am.” He admitted shamelessly, eyes fluttering, lips parting as your fingers inches closer and closer to where he needed it most. You laughed softly at his confession, not missing the lightest of curls at the corners of his mouth.
“God— look what you do to me.” He whined, lifting his head to look down at his throbbing, twitching cock, spilling pale, glistening precum over his pulsing head. “I need it so bad it fucking hurts, y/n. It hurts so fucking bad.”
You sunk your teeth into your lower lip, admiring the way his large, veiny hands curled into the thick, grey sheets beneath him, shaking with the effort of not grabbing hold of his dick and finishing himself off.
“Hmm… that not what you were telling your little friends earlier…” you muttered, swiping a finger through the pool of precum gathered on his belly. He whimpered apologetically at the reminder of his earlier behavior.
“I wasn’t thinking straight.” He pouted down at you, closing his legs around the shape of your body. “They were being assholes so then I started acting like an asshole, and I just—” he exhaled noisily through his nose, jutting his bottom lip out further as he reached for you, “I’m sorry, baby. I’m really sorry.”
Hope flashed across his pretty features as you suddenly leaned forward, face approaching his. Instinctively, his eyes fluttered shut, lips pressing out in hopes of meeting yours halfway.
“Sorry isn’t good enough.”
A shattered moan rushed from his lips as you wrapped your hand around him once again, immediately setting a mind numbing pace. His arms gave out beneath him, and he collapsed onto the mattress with a shout of your name. You almost moaned at the sight of his eyes rolling to the back of his skull, brows knitting together tightly as he was overwhelmed with the sudden, overwhelming rush of pleasure through his veins, almost disorienting in its intensity.
He wasn’t going to last. He was not going to last. It was written clear as day across his face, embedded in the way that he was squirming and shaking and whimpering beneath you like a poor little bitch in heat. He was usually reluctant to make noises like that, and it, more often than not, took a lot of coaxing to get those pretty whines and whimpers out of him. But now, on the verge of losing his mind from the amount of edging he’d endured, all you needed to do was caress his flushed tip and he was moaning your name like the most sinful of prayers. And god, if you didn’t love the way it sounded on his rose petal lips.
His hands leapt up to grip tightly at your arms. “Y/n,” he barely managed to choke out your name between deep, rasping moans that wracked through the entirety of his being, “p- please, y/n, I—” his head was shaking, but the words were quickly lost beneath a high, gasping whimper. Nonetheless, you got the message loud and clear.
“It’s alright, my little devil,” you cooed, the mocking pitch in your words only thrusting him that much closer to his impending release, “you can come.”
The utter disbelief that flash across his face roused a low chuckle from the base of your chest. “Go ahead, gorgeous.”
That was all the confirmation he needed.
“Fuck, that’s it.” You groaned softly, snagging your lip between your teeth and watching in amazement as his high crashed over him, abrupt and intense, consuming every waking part of him in molten fever. He fumbled to spit out broken fragments of your name, whining and moaning and losing himself in the euphoric sensation. His hot, sticky release spilled over your closed fist, dripping down your knuckles and slipping through your fingers. You couldn’t help the quiet moan that pulsed from your lips at the glorious sight of him; dark eyeliner smudged and gloss smeared at the corners of his mouth, swollen tears glistening at the rims of his eyes.
“God you are so fucking pretty,” you growled roughly, unable to restrain yourself any longer as you dropped your head, slotting your lips into his. The kiss was sloppy and fast, borderline savage in your shared desperation. He whimpered when you took his tongue between your lips and sucked, long fingers weaving through your hair, frantically tugging you closer.
But even as his high receded, he noticed your hand hadn’t let up. There was a twinge in his gut, something he recognized as the sting of over sensitivity. He gasped, eyes shooting open, fingers tightening in your hair. “Y/n— what are you— I already— oh!”
“Think you can cum again for me, baby?” You asked, a wicked smirk lighting up your features.
He immediately shook his head. But you could see the glow of excitement and curiosity beginning to burn in his eyes. “I c-can’t.” He stuttered, gaze flashing noncommittally between your dangerous mouth and where you gripped his already hardening cock.
“I think you can.” You hummed your disagreement, sliding your thumb over his come soaked tip. The sensation rippled through his body in thick, hot tendrils, forcing open his jaws and pulling at the last strings of his sanity.
“Oh— oh my fuck— I can’t, y/n, I’ll fucking die, I swear—” you laughed at his familiar dramatics, squeezing your fingers around him before setting a steady, rhythmic pace.
Even if it was slower than any of your previous ministrations, the effects it had on him were ten times more intense, no doubt escalated by the hot aftershocks of his first orgasm still running through his veins. And it wasn’t long at all until the burn of over sensitivity melted into searing ecstasy, bubbling mercilessly in his blood. His swollen lips gaped, teary eyes staring desperately into yours, pleading silently. But, it wasn’t for mercy. No— no. He wanted more. He wanted all of it. He wanted you to wreck him, ruin him, break him in every way imaginable.
Fuck. He needed it.
“Please, y/n— fuck, fuck, fuck please. Please, y/n. I wanna come for you. Let me come for you. Please, please.”
He rarely, if ever, begged you like that. So hearing those words— in that desperate, imploring whimper, so shameless and wanting, it hit you right where it hurt, and you found yourself giving in quite a bit sooner than you initially intended to.
“Come for me.”
The demand shot straight into his swollen, trembling dick. And then he was coming, somehow even harder than the first time. His head was thrown back into the pillows as he sobbed violently, muscles quivering and tensing, spasming beneath the wrath of his second high.
Your name never sounded as beautiful as it did in that moment, spilling from those rose petal lips.
Grinning, you finally relented, releasing his spent cock from your grasp. You raised your come soaked hand, bringing your fingers to his mouth. Without missing a beat, he happily accepted them, gently kitten licking his salty release off the pads of your digits. You moaned softly, combing your free hand through his thick black locks.
“That’s my pretty little devil.”
Gave a IRL man a chance and he fucked me over. Please send me cute yoongi/jk/tae fics so I can feel happier 🙂
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