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HIYA!!!! im requesting a yoongi & gender nuetral!reader where the reader is the 8th member of bts and yoongi has a soft spot for them. mostly because the reader doesnt bother him but seems to be always stuck next to him like glue. so maybe the members reaction to it too and yoongi beibg yoongi lol! and the readers likes being affectionate but only with yoongi hyung haha

I assumed this was more like a sibling/close friend kind of relationship. so if you want a romantic twist i can make a part two :)

Affinity // part 2

It is no secret that y/n and Yoongi have an unspoken bond, one everyone knows of. Its clear by the way they always stick together, the way neither of them seem to mind the constant closeness. The way Yoongi softly smiles at them when they are together and the way y/n always seems to pick him to stay next to.

In all honestly Yoongi is kind of like a comfort to them. Just being around them works wonders for their mind and heart. They don't even have to verbally communicate, just being around him can make any bad day good and any bad thought disappear. Even the panic they sometimes feel at airports and other places crowded with screaming fans seems lesser when they cling to Yoongi's arm. Nobody seems to know why this is, even y/n themself doesn't know. It had been like that from the start.

People would think Yoongi didn't like that, especially the ones that don't know him well would assume he would even hate it. The constant closeness, the platonic touching and the hugging. New fans and antis have been led to believe he's a cold person. But those who do know him see he actually doesn't mind at all. By the soft reassuring smiles and the comforting hand holding they see it's far from that actually. He somehow feels a sense of comfort as well, being around them makes him feel serene and calm. So you could say they are perfect for each other.

The first day they met, before debut, it already started. Meeting new people, especially know you're going to work with them and be around them alot from then on, is scary. He could immediatelt sense the discomfort on y/n's face. The way they tensed when someone talked to them, the way they would try to avoid conversations as much as possible and the way they seemed to close off all together. The other boys didn't really seem to notice, but he did. And he surprised himself by taking it on himself to make them feel better. So he sat next to them and tried to initiate calm and simple conversations with them, hoping it would get them to open up to him. And they did. We could assume that's the reason they have this bond now.

Next example is how they're in his studio a lot. They don't necessarily speak or try to get his attention. They just enter and do their thing, be it laying down, working on music or just doing their own thing. It has become a regular thing for them, and Yoongi can barely remember a time where they didn't show up in his studio every other day. If they didn't show up for a few days it would even be concerning. With the boys Yoongi might have gotten annoyed by now and told them to stop, getting distracted whenever they show up. But it's different for y/n, their presence doesn't bother nor distract him. Besides, they always take care of him as well, making sure he eats, drinks and sleeps well. And with them he doesn't mind the little breaks, he doesn't mind when they physically stop him from working. Because he knows they care about him and know what's best.

After a little while of knowing each other they got physical very quick. Hugs, holding hands or just arms or legs touching while sitting next to each other.

Fans point out a lot that y/n and Yoongi are always together. That they're joined at the hip. Some of them would use this as 'evidence' for their ship but most can see what's really happening here. They're glad that y/n and Yoongi like each other so much, it means that they at least have each other. No matter what happens.

Last example will be right now, as they're doing a live. All 8 of them.

"I bet that didn't actually happen." Jimin laughs after listening to Taehyung's story, who was almost yelling while trying to convince them he wasn't lying.

"You sure? Tae always experiences odd stuff." Namjoon remarks, looking at the camera after saying that, raising an eyebrow at army.

Y/N laughs cuddling more into Yoongi's side. They had a long day and everyone is tired, but the boys decided they wanted to do a short vlive before going to bed. While y/n was fully on board and was excited to interact with armys, they still felt very tired and just wanted to be in bed. But they figured cuddling up to Yoongi would have to make do.

"Y/N stop hogging Yoongi-oppa." Jin reads a comment out loud, laughing as he reads the English comment using a honorific at the end of it. He turns to y/n and Yoongi and whines, "yes, stop hogging them," he mockingly says.

Yoongi scoffs as y/n chuckles and shakes their head. They throw their leg over Yoongis and forces themself closer, laughing a bit harder. "No way!!" Yoongi seems to turn a bit red at this action but manages a small and low chuckle, playfully rolling his eyes at them.

"I, for one, think it's endearing." Hoseok speaks, smiling gross lovingly at the intertwined duo.

"Sickening, really." Jimin adds, but the look on his face says otherwise.

"You never hug me like that!" Taehyung grunts, frowning at y/n. But as soon as y/n opens their mouth to speak, taking him a bit too serious, he laughs. "Just kidding."

"They're really something else aren't they?" Jungkook pipes in, giving a soft close mouthed smile.

"You two should just da-" Jimin started reading another comment, laughing like crazy, but getting interrupted by Yoongi.

"Don't."

please make a part 2 to affinity but romantic it was so goooodddd

Affinity pt 2 pt1

Neither of them were sure where it all changed, and what caused it. It used to be affection between two close friends, those who trust and comfort each other. But when did it include romantic feelings? And what would that mean for Yoongi and y/n? It left both of them confused and insecure about their bond, scared that somehow they were gonna mess this up. Scared that they wouldn't be able to hold in their feelings anymore. Scared that their friendship would end right there and then.

Which leads to where we are now. In order not to slip up Yoongi had decided that it would be best to take some space from being around y/n all the time. He knows its unfair to them, but he also knows he can't be around them when all he wants to do is kiss them whenever he sees them. Besides, it's a totally stupid idea to date one of the other members! Isn't it?

Y/N has noticed his change in behavior though. They used to be inseparable, joined at the hip. Where yoongi was you'd find y/n, and vice versa. So how wouldn't they be able to notice? He's barely around anymore. And the hardest part is that they don't even know where it went wrong? Did he get annoyed by them? Did they do something to make him angry? Did he notice their more than platonic feelings for him? All these thoughts creep around in their head at night, making them insecure and sad. Maybe this is the end of their friendship, maybe this can't be fixed.

-

Another few weeks of Yoongi avoiding y/n and faking affection in front of cameras. He's smart, no lie. He knows that if he also cuts off from their where their fans could see they'd catch on. And judging my theories and predictions you could say they're pretty clever. It wouldn't go unnoticed.

But y/n keeps hurting more and more, feeling tears rush to their eyes whenever he walks out or ignores them. They hate that he keeps leaving the room when they enter, that he doesn't listen to them during group conversations, and that the only words he spoke to them the past few weeks were "did you see my laptop". They're convinced it's their fault.

He hates me, they think.

-

They lay awake at night, crying and panicking, trying to come up with yet another way to get Yoongi to talk to them, but to no avail. They've tried everything. He won't budge.

The realization hits them as they choke out a loud sob, feeling anxiety gripping at their heart and lungs. Its getting harder and harder to breath the longer they keep going at it. This isn't the first time they've had a panick attack over this situation, it hits them hard. Losing the one person that you trust and love with every viber in you and it might be your own fault all together.

The volume of their sobs and breaths keep raising as their head starts pounding. Everything blurs and the only thing they can focus on is the fact that they can't properly breathe anymore. No matter how hard they try, no air fills their lungs. Everything is too much. So much that they don't even hear the frantic knocking at their door. Nor the voice telling them to let the person in. They don't hear a thing except for their own.

-

It is late at night when Yoongi lays awake, thinking and stressing. The upcoming comeback is really weighing down on everyone, and the thing going on between him and y/n isn't helping him at all. Of course he feels bad. Fuck, he feels awful every time he catches their sad eyes or the tears threatening to spill. But he can't seem to bring himself to approach them. To apologize. He thinks its for the best, considering his feelings for the other haven't faded away yet. And even if he does want to apologize, he fucked up. He doubts they'll forgive him that easily, he's been a horrible friend to them.

After about half an hour he decides to get out of bed and maybe grab a glass of water. Maybe the little walk and hydration will help him calm down so he can sleep.

As he walks out of his room he spots the door to y/n's room, feeling an eerie feeling coming over him. Something feels off but he just blames it on the guilt he feels inside. He pushes it aside and keeps walking past the door and to the ki-

"What the hell is that?" Yoongi whispers to himself, hearing a sound coming from y/n's room. It doesn't sound like a normal sound, he hasn't heard it before coming from there.

As he hears the sound again he comes closer to the door, wanting to know what was happening behind it.

And he hears it again.

"Y/N are you okay? Open up please." He says, trying to open the door, but to no avail. He recognizes the sound all to well, having been the one they came to whenever they felt like this. The sobs, the shallow breathing. He hates knowing that they deal with it alone now, surrounded by nothing but coldness and shadows.

He knows its wrong, ignoring and avoiding them at all costs only to demand for them to open the door right now. A friend should be there not only through hard times, but also to laugh with. But he fails to notice be a friend until he hears them being like this? God, he hates himself.

"Please y/n..." he begs, but once again they don't respond to him. Nor do their sobs quiet down, they're full on breaking down in there and he feels powerless out the door.

He considers his options, but immediately denied the one where he leaves. He doesn't want to leave them now, not when they need him the most. So he figures he needs to take some more,,, extreme,,, measurements.

-

Y/N has their hands in their hair as they try to gaso for air, the hard breathing turned into barely breathing. They feel like they're about to pass out. Their usual methods don't calm them down, and they can't seem to do anything else other than cry. They don't hear the door come off its hinges. They don't notice the man approaching quickly. Not until they feels arms around them, pulling them into something solid. A chest? A soft voice is heard, barely audible above their breathing and crying. "Hey, hey, calm down. I'm here, you're okay. Just try to breathe for me okay?" Yoongi speaks, trying his best to remain calm and keep his voice low. He has experienced them like this before and found out they don't hate being touched during attacks, and they told him the best way to handle this with them. He takes deep breaths, chest breathing excessively, hoping that way they're able to feel his chest raising and falling. And luckily they do.

After a while of mimicking his breathing and listening to his soothing voice they calm down enough to breathe properly. They stopped crying mostly, sniffling here and there.

"Are you okay?"

Y/N pulls away from Yoongi's embrace, looking kind of offended at the question. Their face tells him he shouldn't have asked that.

"No, of course I'm not fucking okay Yoongi!" They whisper-yell, knowing fully well that the other members are most likely asleep by now. The shake their head in disappointment and sigh, "thanks for helping, could you get out now? I'd like to go back to sleep." They dismissively wave towards the door and turn back to their bed, waiting for the sound of the door closing.

But it never comes.

They turn back to Yoongi, ready to scold him and say some more but are taken back when they really take him in. Huge and dark eyebags. Bloodshot eyes. He looks tired and sad. This isn't what they are used to with Yoongi. He used to look to lively and happy around them. And now it has changed. For both of them.

Before y/n can say something Yoongi speaks up. "I... im so sorry." He mumbles, keeping his voice soft and sad. He looks ashamed, probably feeling bad about this entire situation. But y/n doesn't have it, a simple sorry doesn't make up for the entire situation he put them through. "I don't care." Their voice is raspy and laced with spite. "You ignored me Yoongi! You deliberately avoided me and didn't even look at me. What did I do?" The question comes out as a whisper, tears once again welling up in their eyes. They hate it. They're not weak, not at all, but whenever they get frustrated they start to cry.

"What? No? Baby, you did nothing wrong! Please..." yoongi slips up, but y/n chooses to ignore the petname, deciding its not the right time to address it. "Then what happened, Yoongi? Why are you doing this. Did I do something? Do you not want to be around me anymore?" The tears once again fall, their voice cracking and their hands shaking. Their while demeanor of wanting to be strong while confronting him is falling and there's nothing they can do about it. "If I made you angry I'm so sorry. Do you hate me? Please im so so-"

"I like you."

The room falls silent.

"You what?" "I like you. I'm so sorry. I started to avoid you because I was hoping my feelings would face, but they didn't. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." Yoongi rambles, forcing himself to look in their eyes, but feeling the urge to look and maybe even walk away. But he forces himself to be strong, he doesn't get to walk away from this. Not when he caused it in the first place.

Y/N blinks as their mouth opens and closes several times, clearly trying to come up with a response. But they can't. They know they like him back, but they don't want to just forget all this and live happily ever after with thim. This isn't something you can easily move on from. "Yoongi, if you think I'll forgive you now because you l-" "no! You don't have to. I know I fucked up. And I know things won't be the same from now on. But after seeing you like this I realized what I was causing. So I figured you deserve the truth. Once again, im so sorry. I shouldn't have let it come to this."

Y/N nods and gives a weak tight lipped smile, nodding his was. "We won't be the same. But we'll try."

"Why would you give me a second chance so easily?" Yoongi gapes at them. Yes of course he's glad he's getting another chance, but he didn't expect this.

"Because I like you too. So I'm willing to try."

memories. (m)

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: angst, smut, a liiittle bit of fluff in some places

word count: 6.2k (it wasn’t supposed to be this LONG IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A DRABBLE)

 warnings: eh where do i start... reader is VERY traumatized, she’s kinda crazy too (just a little) mentions of major character death, familial issues, this fic is just very dark for like the first 2k words lol, yoongi loves his fucking sword, commoner!yoongi, king!yoongi, criminal!reader, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, hair pulling, dom!yoongi, etc.

summary: “We can save the details for later. I accept your apology, and I really want to fucking kiss you.”

notes: inspired by @dontaskshhhhh and the daechwita mv. there’s probably many typos as usual y’all—

Even though you were a lowlife, you couldn’t stand being handled roughly.

It wasn’t your fault that you had an unfortunate upbringing. Your parents were very wealthy when you were born, but after the family business failed due to illegal scamming and falsifying of information, you were left to support yourself.

Literally. They didn’t give you a single thing to live off of after the age of five, which was fine. Your grandparents took after you, and once you were able to have a say in it, you decided to never set foot in the presence of your mother and father again if you could help it.

All was fine up for the next twelve years after that, until your grandparents bailed out on you too. Something about not having the funds to support all three of you financially, although they had several beach houses to their names, and enormous retirement checks to rely on.

You had gotten used to being given up on by this point, so you weren’t as emotionally devastated as you should’ve been when you’d come home from school one day, and your grandparents had all of your belongings packed up by the front door with a nice little note on top to let you know that you’d have to find somewhere else to lay your head.

They didn’t even have the decency to tell you to fuck off in person. You laugh sometimes thinking about it, since that’s all you could do now. The past was behind you, and you can’t change it. You didn’t really want to, either, because you learned quite a bit from your younger self.

For starters, you learned from your previous encounters to never lay your trust in anyone ever again, even if they were to offer you everything you needed and more. You’d made this mistake too many times to make it again. Besides, if you couldn’t trust your own parents, then you’d be setting yourself up for failure if you decided to seek assurance in a stranger... no matter the relationship you may have developed with them.

Although you knew you couldn’t trust anyone, you quickly learned that it was okay to take advantage of help when it was given to you.

That is how you got back on your feet, after all.

You met a good group of people.

Well, good to you, but not to the law, or outsiders.

You didn’t trust them, but you allowed them to take you in. They were just like you; lost and traumatized, but they confided in one another. They didn’t really have a choice, since they only had each other.

You had an amazing run with them. They made you laugh, cry, and they supported you. Just like family, you supposed. You never had a stable family to compare the kind of love they gave you to, but you figured it’d be something similar.

You never had an abundance of anything, but you had just enough, and that was okay. You were never the type of girl who desired to live lavishly anyway.

It was remarkably easy for you to pick up on their habits. You had become keen on cheating, lying, and stealing after only two months of being in their company. It came easily to you, and you used your newly developed skills to wiggle your way in and out of certain situations.

You couldn’t wiggle your way out of this one, though. The cuffs on your wrists wouldn’t allow for that.

You sucked in a breath as you were thrown to the ground, your knees scraping against the material of your jeans as you made impact.

“Be any fucking rougher, could you?” You hissed toward the guard over your shoulder, although you wiggled your fingers nervously behind your back.

He smirked at you, stifling a laugh as he carried his muscular frame toward the large double doors that you were forced through moments prior to being manhandled toward the ground.

“Enjoy your last few moments of life, honey.” He spit, his face falling expressionless afterward as he allowed the doors to slam shut behind himself, leaving you to your thoughts. You couldn’t see his face, but you were certain that he was sporting a shit eating grin. If you could, you’d slap it off of his face.

You couldn’t see a thing in the room that you were in, and you began to grow anxious as the anticipation began to eat away at you, your heartbeat thudding loudly in your chest.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and held back a loud cry, your eyes watering as the realization finally settled upon you. You couldn’t keep up your tough girl exterior anymore, and you were going to die in this pitch black room at any moment.

What if this was part of the execution? What if the room was this dark purposefully? To add to the shock factor? That would be sure get someone shaken up, knowing they could be taken out by a gunshot, a quick slice of a sword, something hanging from the ceiling—

You paused, sniffing the tears away quickly. You knew your eyes would get puffy if you cried for any more than a few seconds, and you wanted to be remembered for being strong, not a wimp. News would spread quickly after your death, and you knew it would. It always did.

You evaluated your position for a moment. You were crying because you were afraid of death.

Seriously, you were afraid of something that was inevitable?

You choked back a laugh, a small smile cracking on your face before you burst out into a full on fit of giggles.

You wouldn’t be tortured to death, and you knew that for sure. That sort of punishment was only allowed for sexual crimes, acts of severe hatred, domestic abuse, or murder.

You’d be killed quickly, and you were crying because of that? You’d have lost all of your street credit if word got back to your little gang.

You looked like a lunatic. Knees pressed into the ground, hands behind your back, and laughing wildly as strands of your hair flew onto your face from the occasional draft that would flow through the room.

You knew it, too, but you picked up this tip from a certain black haired boy with a scar over his eye. He used to be involved with your group of criminals.

He told you to laugh in any situation where you were put under extreme pressure. You told him that he was crazy for giving you such shitty advice, but once you tried it after being taken into custody for the first crime, you realized that he may have given you some valuable information.

“You’ll either relax a bit and take some of the stress off, or they’ll think you’re crazy and let you go. Win win, right?”

You smiled as your laughter began to die out.

You’d always remember Yoongi, but he was dead to you now.

He was the only person in that group that you connected with. Still, you didn’t trust him, but you could rely on him to help you every now and then if you needed to.

He left without a word, something about wanting to better himself. He’d mentioned that a few times before he actually left, but you didn’t think he’d follow through.

That was the first time that you’d been physically hurt when someone important to you left.

You didn’t speak for a few weeks, laugh for months, or manage to take care of yourself properly for quite some time.

He was so important to you, and he knew it. He didn’t care though, because he still left. Why did you care then?

You didn’t.

You wouldn’t have to care about anything in a few more minutes.

You rolled your neck from side to side, shaking yourself free from any final thoughts as you waited patiently for your execution.

You considered begging for your life, but there was no reason to. You didn’t have anything to lose anymore.

You sat quietly for another minute or so.

Every muscle inside of your body tensed at the sound of leisurely paced footsteps striking against the ground. You felt like you were going to explode, but you managed to keep yourself together.

“Lift your head.”

You immediately obeyed the request, fearful that you’d be tortured immensely if you hadn’t.

You took a deep breath, stopping midway through it as you felt the cool metal of a sword press right under your chin.

The panic began to settle in again, and you began to fidget around like a fish out of water as the sword grazed the skin of your neck.

“Luckily for you, ________, stealing isn’t punishable by execution.” Your eyes ballooned out of your skull, and your mouth dried instantly as you fell into a coughing fit.

“You’d better hold your breath if you want to keep your life.” The person with the sword against your windpipe teased, and you shrieked in terror and disbelief as you confirmed that the voice belonged to who you thought was the rightful owner.

“YOONGI!” You screamed so loudly that your voice bounced off of the walls in the room and echoed back, possibly louder than the scream itself.

You weren’t sure if you screamed because he was the one threatening you with a weapon, or that there was still a very large sword pressed to your jugular even though he just said that stealing isn’t punishable by execution.

How would he know that, anyway?

The room began to lighten up at the same time the sword did against your neck. You were vaguely able to make out Yoongi’s figure in front of you.

You winced slightly as the lights brightened fully, and you came face to face with the sack of ass that left you to suffer years ago.

You checked your surroundings immediately afterward, confused to find that you were in the aisle of what you knew to be a temple.

Was this a fucking joke?

You weren’t sure of what to say. You had questions, obviously, but you also wanted to scream at him for being an asshat and playing such a dumb prank on you.

How are you supposed to start a conversation with someone that you hadn’t talked to in years, though?

Yoongi could read your confusion, a sadistic smile on his face as he walked toward you as if he had achieved something great.

He leaned down in front of you, a few pieces of his blonde hair brushing against your forehead. You thrashed around in the cuffs as he placed a light peck to your forehead, just as he did when the two of you were on good terms.

“Get the fuck off of me.” You threatened, and he hummed at your attitude.

“Still as gorgeous as ever, ________.” You bit down on the insides of your cheeks as he angled himself away from you.

He was as gorgeous as ever himself, the scar still perfectly etched into his skin as if it’d never heal, his face a bit more mature since the last time you saw him, and his hair a bright blonde instead of the shiny black it was a few years back.

You hated him.

“I hate you.” You voiced your thoughts, and Yoongi simply shrugged while taking a few steps backwards, maintaining his eye contact with you.

“You wouldn’t hate me if you knew what I’ve done for you.” He responded simply, his chocolate colored eyes squinted in distaste as he turned around on his heels, walking cooly to a chair that would’ve resembled a King’s throne.

It actually was a throne, but you didn’t understand why he was sitting on it. Min Yoongi was certainly no King. He was a rude and inconsiderate excuse of a friend.

Er, acquaintance, rather. You never really had friends, and you’d like to keep it that way.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, nose turned up in skepticism. Yoongi smiled a bit, licking his lips as he reminisced upon the events that happened a bit earlier today.

He saw you being dragged into the temple by one of his guards, struggling to keep your footsteps aligned due to the inability to control the pace of your walking.

He watched as the doors of the temple swung open and you were thrown to the ground harshly. He was hidden in the shadows as he observed the scene, immediately knowing that feisty voice of yours like the sword that he carried with him daily.

It was one of the things he loved most about you. After all, he was the one that practically made that part of you, and he didn’t regret it one bit.

It pained him to know that you were brought to him under terms of execution, but he assumed this would be the way you’d turn out if you continued to involve yourself with that group of people. That’s why he left you on your own.

Plus, the road to becoming King didn’t require the help of anyone else, and it certainly didn’t require yours. This was a task that he needed to complete on his own, and now that he had, his goal was simply to remain in power.

That’d be easy. People feared tyrants.

Yoongi was no tyrant, but he had tyrannical tendencies, one of them being participating in the execution of prisoners. Now, it was strictly prohibited for a King to execute a commoner, but he didn’t mind. Plus, he did sit back and watch most times as he was supposed to, so what was the harm?

He was the highest form of authority there was anyway, so who’d complain to him about what he could and couldn’t do?

He battled with himself to figure out a proper way to ease you out of this. He couldn’t outright call the execution off, and he knew that. No one would fear a King who spared the life of some measly village girl, and Yoongi craved the fear of his people.

Perhaps he could drag you elsewhere once the guard left. If he was to be questioned about it, he could mention something about needing to speak to you privately before your execution.

No, that’s dumb. Who’d believe that?

Maybe he could wait just until your execution was to take place, and halt it, saying that you were wrongly convicted of your crimes?

He couldn’t do that either. You’d been caught stealing multiple times before, and your criminal record was long enough to prove that you were the right person sentenced to death.

So, Yoongi lost about half of his dignity when he marched right up to the guard that dragged you inside, and asked him to let you be.

Of course, the guard agreed, but Yoongi’s ego had faltered momentarily.

He gained all of that dignity back, though, when he heard you scream his name while kneeling with your hands cuffed behind your back.

What a sight to see.

Yoongi glanced back down at you from his throne, a cocky smile on his face as he shifted his position in the gigantic chair, turning his body slightly sideways as he threw his legs over the side of it.

“Nothing, so I guess you’re right. I haven’t done a thing to help you.” He shrugged, bending over onto the ground to grab his scabbard. He slid the sword into it with practiced ease and dropped it to the ground.

The sound of the weapon scraping against the sides of the holder caused you to cringe, and you jumped as the sound of it hitting the floor bounced off of the walls a few times, just as your scream did earlier.

You gulped at the thought, wondering if he really would have killed you if he had gotten the chance.

“What’s your deal with them anyway?” Yoongi questioned after a few moments of thick silence. Your head snapped up to meet his eyes the moment he began to speak.

“I don’t have to answer anything you ask me, and it’s none of your business.” You responded, and Yoongi quirked an eyebrow.

“I would’ve assumed that you’d catch on a little earlier. You have always been a smart girl, but I suppose all of the thieving and lying caught up with you after a few years.” You said nothing, suddenly feeling overwhelming guilt.

“You do have to answer everything I ask you, actually. I can’t kill you for stealing, but I can kill you for treason.” You scoffed. There he was, playing the royalty card again.

“Treason? Yoongi, give it up. You can’t be executed for treason toward a commoner. Have you lost your mind?” He narrowed his eyes at you and stood up, taking the short walk toward you again.

“You are a commoner, ________. I am not.” You were tired of his dumb breakdowns.

“What are you supposed to be then?” You smirked, and Yoongi returned the smirk with a lick of his lips.

You watched with furrowed eyebrows as he shrugged the thick black jacket he was wearing off of his slim shoulders, and you inhaled a shaky breath as you vaguely made out the emblem of the kingdom on both of his shoulders in the dim lighting of the temple.

“Oh my fucking God.” Your voice cracked as you whispered, your bottom lip trembling in defeat as you realized your humongous fuck up.

You slowly lifted your head, immediately meeting Yoongi’s eye contact. He jutted his bottom lip out to mock you, before quickly twisting his lips into a sly smile.

“You know what to do.” You nodded, lowering your upper body to the ground slowly.

You weren’t low enough to the ground for his liking, so he grabbed his sword and retrieved it from its covering, and pressed the dull side of it against the back of your head to force you lower. Your forehead was touching the ground.

“Better.” He sighed, holding you there for a few seconds before placing the sword back at his side. When you no longer felt the pressure of it on your head, you deemed it okay to lift yourself up.

Your mind was pooling with questions.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He joked, placing the sword in front of him as he stacked both of his hands onto its handle.

“How?” You asked weakly, and he feigned confusion.

“How are you King? You can’t be King with that scar over your eye.” You wanted to find any plausible fault to the idea that he was King.

“Why can’t I?” He asked with a cock of his head. The question was meant to be unanswered, but you stupidly responded anyway.

“The scar symbolizes impuriti—“

“Then I must be pretty powerful, hm?” He laughed, swinging the sword off of the ground to rest on top of his shoulder. He gave you a pity glance as he took a few steps to land himself behind you.

“I’m not going to put you in prison.” He sighed heavily, as if the admittance of him allowing you freedom hurt his conscious dearly.

“Why not?” You asked eagerly, trying desperately not to show how excited you were as your fingers twitched behind your back.

“I’m not going to imprison you, but I need you to make me a promise.” He said, removing the sword from his shoulder as he slid it in the space between your back and the chain of the handcuffs.

You stood deathly still.

“Anything.” You responded instantaneously. You’d regret it later.

Or maybe you wouldn’t.

“Don’t let me see your face around here again.” What?

Around the temple? In the village? Where were you supposed to go?

“I—“ He placed his foot against your lower back, digging his shoe into your skin through the fabric as he tugged the sword forcefully toward himself, successfully breaking the chain of the cuffs and sending it flying backward.

You moaned at the feeling, bringing your wrists in front of you as you twisted each of them around a few times to rid yourself of any stiff muscles.

“Get out.”

•••

“You called me back here?” You sighed, leaning your head against the opened doors as Yoongi hummed with a small nod.

“Yes, I did. Come in, and close the doors behind you.” You raised an eyebrow, although you shut the temple doors and walked down the aisle that would lead you to Yoongi’s throne.

He stood up from his royal seat, walking halfway down the aisle to meet you. You took the time to notice his appearance. He was dressed just like he was when you saw him a few years ago before he completely vanished. Baggy clothes, low rise sneakers, and a few chains dangling from his neck.

You held an unimpressed expression as you stood face to face with him, but seeing him dressed like this gave you a small bit of satisfaction. Of course, you wouldn’t tell him that though.

Unknown to you, Yoongi chose to dress like this to keep you comfortable with him. He needed you to be a bit vulnerable if you are going to hear him out, and he knew this would be one step closer to achieving that vulnerability.

Plus, he was taking you out today. Yes, to explain everything that’s happened during the past couple of years while he wasn’t around, but also for his personal satisfaction.

He missed you just as much as you missed him.

“We’re going to that little spot a few minutes away from here. The one we always used to—“

“I know, Yoongi. I really don’t want to bring up the past anymore.” You stopped him, holding your hand up as you cut him off in the middle of his sentence. You didn’t mean to come off so harshly, but the years of emotional trauma didn’t make that easy for you.

Yoongi nodded once, although he felt a little pang in his chest in you basically admitting that you didn’t want to go to the special place the two of you created a few years back, and you probably didn’t even want to be with him right now.

“Sure, okay.” He sighed, clearing his throat as he walked toward a hidden back entrance that he used at times to leave the temple.

You watched as he took his first few steps, before turning over his shoulder to stare at you with annoyance written all over his features.

“Are you going to follow me, or are you just going to stand there and look stupid?” You rolled your eyes and began to follow after him, Yoongi turning back toward the front once you caught up with him.

He continued to walk, and you desperately tried to fight the smile that was tugging at your lips as bits and pieces of the Yoongi you knew were starting to shine through.

•••

The walk to the secluded spot by that small river that you remember so fondly was uncomfortable and stuffy.

Neither of you said a word, simply letting the leaves crunching under the both of your shoes fill the silence.

The sun was beginning to set, and the rays cast a beautiful shadow over the river. It looked just as it did the last time you were here.

That day… that day was the happiest you’d been in years.

That was also the day Yoongi got his scar.

“Where the fuck did you go?” Yoongi asked, laughing loudly as he stumbled over a few branches while searching for you behind the trees and shrubs near the river.

“I’m never playing hide and seek with you again. You’re an asshole for this.” You chuckled, immediately clasping your hand over your mouth as you hoped desperately that he hadn’t heard.

But, it was Yoongi. Of course he’d heard.

“Your cute little laugh is going to get you in trouble.” You ducked lower behind the shrub in front of you, peering out over the edge to see if you could see his shadow approaching.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion when you couldn’t see him anymore, squinting and leaning forward a bit to see if your eyes were playing tricks on you.

Yoongi snuck up behind you, cursing under his breath when you snapped your head in his direction.

You hadn’t fully processed that it was Yoongi when he finally came into view and attempted to scare you, so you pushed him backward roughly. This sent him tumbling over a rock, and his face smashed against the forest floor.

“Oh my God!” You screamed, running over to him, your black combat boots seeming to be too heavy at that moment.

He was breathing heavily and holding one side of his face, and when you rolled him onto his back, the sight of the blood creeping between his fingers was enough to make you pull him up to his feet, and you dragged him all the way back to the village within a handful of minutes.

You had ripped off a piece of your oversized shirt and wrapped it over his eyes sometime during this process.

The two of you were spotted by a group of people as you neared the village again, and they helped you pull Yoongi to the home of a medic who would sew his skin together.

He had the stitches for two months, and even after they removed, he still had the scar.

You felt terrible, but you never got the chance to apologize.

He left the day after his stitches were removed.

“________.”

You gnawed on your bottom lip.

“________!” Yoongi shouted, and you came to with a small jolt.

“I’m sorry.” The words tumbled from your lips effortlessly, and it felt so, so good after all these years.

You walked quickly to meet Yoongi as he sat near the edge of the river, the wind blowing lightly which made his hair a disheveled mess.

“I’m so sorry, Yoongi.” You repeated, clearly this time as you sat down next to him, keeping a few feet between the two of you because you weren’t sure where your emotions were at the moment, and you certainly weren’t sure what he was feeling.

There was an awkward silence.

“What?” He laughed, the confusion evident on his face.

“What are you talking about?” You scratched nervously at your arm as he scooted a bit closer to you.

A part of you wanted to condemn him, but a larger part of you wanted him to stay right next to you.

“I’m really sorry about the scar. You left before I could apologize, and it’s been making me feel so guilty for the past couple of years, but—“ Yoongi shook his head, taking your hand into his as he intertwined your fingers with his, just like he used to back then.

You let your hand flop loosely in his.

“Isn’t it a little obvious that I don’t mind it? If anything, I’m happy that you fucked my face up.” He joked, his gummy smile slowly fading as he looked from the river to your paling face.

“Why’d you leave?” You asked, the light mood falling. Yoongi took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. He knew he couldn’t avoid this question, but he hoped that you’d at least wait a bit before bringing up this topic.

“I told you, I need to better myself.” You let go of his hand.

“Bullshit!” You exclaimed, Yoongi simply turning his head to look at you as your face began to heat in anger.

“It had something to do with me, and I know it does. Why lie now? Why bring me to this special spot to lie, Yoongi?” He took a small gulp, looking away from you and out toward the landscape. He couldn’t utter these next few words while staring at your face.

“I wouldn’t have become King if I was in love with a criminal.” He stated nonchalantly. You froze.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You stood up, and Yoongi stood up as well, just in case you were planning to run away and get yourself into trouble as you usually did when you couldn’t handle your emotions.

“I had to let you go if I wanted to change, ________. You’re not good for me, and I’m not good for you.” His voice began to thin out the longer he spoke, fighting back a sob.

“Are you trying to say that I’m a bad influence?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Are you seriously trying to say that I am not good for you , when you’re the person that I got into the most trouble with in that entire fucking group?” You shook your head as you spoke, refusing to believe that he was saying you weren’t good for him.

“Why don’t you tell me the real reason that you left, hm? I can handle the truth, and I deserve to know after waiting for so long. Believe me, you won’t have to worry about seeing me again after this.” Yoongi was seething, his hands clenched into fists by his sides as he tried to steady his breathing.

He wasn’t going to get angry.

He was going to explain himself to you calmly.

“Did you not just hear me fucking say that I’m in love with you?” His voice dropped to a whisper, as he began to take slow strides toward you.

You’d seemed to have forgotten that in the midst of your yelling at him.

“I taught you a handful of things back then, but I’m fairly sure that knowing when to shut up was one of them.” You looked over your shoulder as you took a step backward whenever he took one forward, but if you continued like this then you’d end up with your back against a tree.

This was not some cliche love story, and you weren’t the main character.

You stepped to the side to avoid bumping into the tree.

Yoongi took a side step as well, standing still for a few seconds before he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pressed you up against the tree by his arm.

“You were going to hinder me from my goal, ________. There’s no way in hell I’d be able to focus while having you by my side.” His grip on you loosened as he continued to speak.

“I thought if I was away from you that I’d forget about everything, but that made it worse. There wasn’t a single day that came where you wouldn’t pass my mind.” You pressed your head backwards against the tree in exasperation.

“Why couldn’t you take me with you?” You asked, sadness evident in your voice. Yoongi’s heart clenched as he read you like his favorite book.

“I wanted you to be there for the result, not the work that it took to get there. I’d come back for you when I was better off, but I didn’t have to. You came to me.” Yoongi leaned in closer toward you.

“Well, you didn’t come to me, per say. I brought you to me.” You scoffed.

“You did what?” Dealing with him was an emotional roller coaster, but you still wanted the first seat on the ride.

“We can save the details for later. I accept your apology, and I really want to fucking kiss you.” You opened your mouth to respond, but Yoongi leaned in for this kiss anyway.

He molded his soft lips against yours with ease. You awkwardly left your eyes open, but upon seeing him with his closed as the passion radiated in the way he kissed you, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to slip into his embrace.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, the kiss quickly shifting from pure and energetic love to uncontrollable and messy lust for one another.

Yoongi broke the kiss first, and you chased his lips as he pulled away. You whimpered in defeat as he used his grip on your waist to turn you around, your hands pressed against the bark of the tree.

He roughly tugged your jeans down your legs, not having the patience to unbutton them fully. You flinched as you heard a twig snap somewhere in the distance, and you looked over your shoulder at Yoongi with fear etched onto your features.

“We’re going to get fucking caught.” You laughed, although you were deathly afraid of being found with the King’s dick buried snuggly inside of your pulsing cunt.

“I’m a King, baby. I’m the boss. I don’t give a fuck about someone stumbling back here.” He spoke, while working quickly at the zipper of his jeans.

“Besides, I’ll be quick.” He moaned out in satisfaction as he finally freed his cock from its confines. He tugged your panties to the side with one of his fingers, slapping his length against your throbbing clit a handful of times before lining himself up with your inviting warmth.

“Kind of difficult—oh shit,” He paused in the middle of his sentence as he slid his cock into you, a shiver running down your spine at the feeling of being so full after so, so long.

“Kind of difficult to wait for something that you’ve been wanting for a—for a while, especially when it’s right in front of you.” He huffed into your ear, gathering your hair up in one of his hands to force you to arch you back more.

“Fuck. You okay, baby girl? I know this is a tight fit, cause you’re squeezing the shit out of my dick.” Yoongi waited patiently for your okay, although that didn’t stop him from rocking his hips against you slowly to offer himself some sort of relief.

“‘m okay. Just fuck me, please.” You begged, and Yoongi hastily obliged. He kept his hand tangled between your locks, as he brought his free hand down to your hip.

He set a gut-destroying pace instantly, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass somehow louder than they’d be if the two of you were in a secluded room.

“You can consider this your punishment for giving me so much shit talk yesterday. Look at you now, huh? Can’t get a single fucking word out, can you?” You whined as he dug his fingernails into your hip, his thrusts so vigorous and powerful that you would scrape the skin of your thighs against the tree every now and then.

Your legs twitched as you neared your high, a noise sounding like somewhat of a feminine growl climbing its way out from the back of your throat as you held your breasts in your hands, flicking your nipples between your fingers to coax yourself closer to the edge.

“Good girl. Lose yourself on my cock.” Yoongi was near his climax as well, the way your pussy was sucking him in combined with his cock grazing the material of your panties every few thrusts enough to send him straight toward that euphoric feeling.

There was something so primal about him taking you up against a tree, where seemingly anyone could find the two of you. No strings attached (yet), just pure, sexual need.

“Cum with me. I want that.” Yoongi snarled into your ear, and you nodded eagerly as he slid his hand across your stomach and down toward your clit.

He only managed to rub a few quick circles against the sensitive nub before you began to thrash wildly underneath him.

“Stay still.” He warned you, and you tried desperately to obey him as hot bliss took over momentarily, and your muscles spasmed beneath Yoongi as he used your pussy to chase his high as well, pulling out to cum on your back.

He slid your pants back up, before turning you around to try and button them. You were shaking too much, though, and it was starting to frustrate him.

“________, stay st—SHIT!”

Yoongi yelled as he began to tumble backward, making sure to pull you with him this time.

Your intense shaking caused Yoongi to trip over himself and fall backward, causing the both of you to end up plummeting into the cold river water.

“Damnit!” You cursed, and Yoongi just laughed as he rubbed his eyes free of the water that managed to seep into them.

“You’re quite the klutz.” He commented, running his hand through his hair as he slyly noticed the way your shirt began to grow more and more sheer as it soaked in the water.

“You’re quite the asshole.” You playfully rolled your eyes, squealing when Yoongi snagged your shirt into his hands and pulled you into his hold once more.

“Accidents just seem to happen at this river, don’t they?” You asked, and Yoongi shrugged, wrapping his arms around your waist as he tucked your head underneath his chin.

“Yeah, but they’re also the best memories.” You tilted your head up to look at Yoongi’s face, and his eyes were closed.

Why do you always miss the memo?

Just as you were about to close your eyes, Yoongi splashed your face with a bit of water from the river.

You gasped and pulled away from him, mustering up the most threatening glare you could give.

“Why would you do that when I’m already wet?” He smirked.

“Hell yeah you are.”

“YOONGI!”

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innocence (m.)

pairing: drag racer yoongi x reader                     

genre: fluff, smutsmutsmut. (this post took a turn i swear)

word count: 3.2k

warnings: overstimulation, PET NAMES SO MANY PET NAMES WHAT WAS I THINKING, fingering, oral (f receiving), cute shit, virgin!reader, yoongi is a bit persuasive, etc.

summary: your best friend wants to take your innocence in every possible way.  

a/n: i wrote this MONTHS ago, and i literally forgot about it up until yesterday, or sometime before that? i was sad because I deleted it, but my bby @bitchyaus reblogged it after i posted it, and i have NEEEEVEEER been happier.

You hummed as you sat on your couch while scrolling through your social media feed and taking small bites of your favorite snack every now and then.

It was only 7:09. You’d usually find something to occupy yourself every day until 8:00 on the dot (although he’d come early sometimes, but that wasn’t often), which was when Yoongi would come knocking on your door with a new story to tell and to raid your fridge of whatever he could find.

If necessary, you’d tend to the few bruises his beautiful face would sport.

Once he was comfortable enough to tell you what his occupation was, you cringed the moment you imagined him sitting behind the wheel of a vehicle, pushing 200 to nearly 300 miles on a daily basis.

You begged him to consider something safer, to which he responded with a small smirk,

“I’ve been doing this years before I even met you. If I’ve managed to keep myself in good condition for this long, then I’m sure that you have nothing to worry about.”

This had become a repetitive cycle in the short year that you had known him. He’d shoot you a text before he went out for the day, and come speeding back to your place once he was let off of work.

Or–when he let himself off, rather. He never really was the type to follow rules anyway.

You smiled fondly at the thought of seeing his gummy smile sometime in the next hour.

You checked your phone again.

7:14.

Well, 46 minutes to be exact.

You sighed and tossed your head back against the couch cushions as you tried to register what about this man had you so whipped for him.

Could be the fact that he was a sweetheart when it came to you,

Or it could also be the fact that he looked so fucking hot driving those cars despite how much you hated seeing him behind the wheel.

Or, it could be that he had really, really pretty hands–

There was a loud knock at your door. It carried the same loudness that Yoongi’s carried.

Okay, you have really got to find yourself a hobby.

The person knocked twice, and then there was a three second pause before the last and final knock came.

You grinned as you rushed over toward the door.

There was his signature knock that he had given himself sometime a few weeks ago.

He suggested that he should have a special knock so you knew it was him, although you told him multiple times that no one other than him or your best friend came to visit.

He still wouldn’t let up even then, muttering something about how it would be the safest measure. You then (jokingly) proceeded to tell him he knew nothing about safety, which led him to tell you about all of the safety precautions people in his profession must take before even considering driving one of those high speed  cars.

He couldn’t take a joke, but that was alright. You loved him anyway.

You took a quick glance through the peephole just to make sure it was him before you unlocked the door.

As usual, he rushed in and threw his bag to the ground before making a beeline to your kitchen.

“Nice to see you too.” You smiled a bit, closing the door back and locking it behind yourself.

“I shouldn’t have to greet you anymore when I enter.” He spoke, although his voice was a bit muffled since he was bent over as he shuffled through your fridge.

“It’d be nice, though.” You sighed dramatically as you walked back over to your couch and flopped onto it.

“Sure.” He shrugged, returning from the kitchen to take his spot next to you on the couch as he always did.

“Hello, Princess.” He smirked, laughing at the way you rolled your eyes and looked away from him.

He’d called you that for forever now, and you’d be a terrible fucking liar if you were to say that it didn’t make your pussy clench.

He knew that it did, too, which was why he said it.

“Did you do something productive today?” He asked, as he took a bite out of one of the strawberries out of the bowl that he quickly prepared for himself.

“I did some school work earlier.” You shrugged, gesturing toward your closed laptop that sat on the arm of the couch closest to you.

He hummed, nodding approvingly.

“Good girl,” He noticed the way that your body shivered at his praise. He always talked like this, but for some reason it was really having an impact on you right now. 

“Have you eaten something filling today?” You bit your lip. 

You hadn’t had a ‘meal’, but you had some pretty filling snacks. You just weren’t in the mood to cook anything, or even order something.

There was no point in lying to him either, because he could see right through you.

“Depends on what the word filling means.” You responded, as if this wasn’t a question that he asked you everyday. 

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you and set the bowl of strawberries down on your coffee table before quickly reaching over your thighs to grab the bag of chips that you had been snacking on before his arrival.

His hand brushed over the exposed skin of your legs, causing you to gulp. He was always a forward person, but never this forward.

“This isn’t a meal, ____ . “ He scolded, and you rolled your eyes.

“I know, but I can promise you that I am satiated.” Yoongi shook his head in disbelief.

“You hungry?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as he stared into your eyes with his arms crossed.

“Nope.” As if on cue, your stomach growled.

“Mhm.” He mocked, handing you the bowl of strawberries before standing up.

“What are you doing?” You asked, confused as to why he was suddenly up on his feet.

“I’m about to cook you something, little girl.” He rolled his eyes as he walked into the kitchen.

“Yoongiiii-“

“In the mood for pasta? You’ve got all of the ingredients I’d need to make you some alfredo.” You groaned.

“My stomach growls all the time! I’m not hungry, I swear.” He was already pulling out pots and pans from your cupboards as your voice went through one ear and out of the other.

“Suck on those strawberries with those pretty lips of yours while I cook this, hm?” He said, leaning against the kitchen counter with his elbows resting against it.

“I don’t want the straw–”

“I already put the noodles in the pot, so you’re shit out of luck.”

———

Yoongi had been in the kitchen for half an hour while you caught up on your favorite Netflix series.

You should’ve just lied and said yes. He was going through way too much trouble for you.

“Alright,”  He began, as he finally left the kitchen.

“Should be good to eat in a few minutes.” He slid back onto the couch.

“Mind if I use your laptop to check my stats? I’m sure they’ve gone up.” He bragged. You playfully rolled your eyes and handed him your laptop, before directing your attention back to your TV.

Yoongi began typing away for a few minutes, until his fingers paused, his eyes grew wide, and he choked on air.

“What? Those stats not what you expected them to be?” You laughed, Yoongi turning his head to look at you before clicking on a tab at the top of the screen and pushing the laptop in your direction.

“What– Oh my God, give me that!” You yelled, Yoongi easily fighting off your efforts to grab the laptop away from him by shoving his arm against your chest.

“Are these your nudes?” He asked, although it was painfully clear that they were.

Yoongi smirked at the way you began to blush profusely.

Holy shit, you were going to die of embarrassment. 

‘Play it cool.’ You thought to yourself.

“Yeah? So what if they are?” You used this opportunity to snatch the laptop away from him and close the tab, before shutting the laptop off and setting it on the coffee table where the empty strawberry bowl was.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, taken aback by your response.

“Clearly you don’t seem to mind.” You smirked, gesturing to the bulge forming in his pants.

He dropped the smirk on his face as he inched closer to you. You reflexively backed away from him.

“You talk pretty big for a virgin, sweetheart.” He growled. Your stomach fell to the bottom of your ass at his words.

You weren’t sure of what to say.

“Uh, I never told—“

“You’d be surprised of what you tell me when you’re drunk.” He reached forward to twirl a strand of your hair around his pointer finger before tucking it behind your ear, as if he had done this to you before.

“Since we’re letting secrets go, you should know that I’ve thought about fucking you plenty of times.” He hummed, as he traced your jawline with his fingers.

“You haven’t got any idea of what thinking about stripping you of your innocence does to me, sweetheart.”

Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly.

“I know that you’d let me, too.” He slowly pushed you backward until your back hit the couch.

“You would let me, wouldn’t you?” He looked into your eyes, waiting for your approval before he took anything further.

You thought about it.

Did you really want to lose your virginity to this sexy drag racer that you’ve grown to become best friends with over the past year?

Hell yes.

“Yes, yes I’d let you.” You stuttered, causing him to groan at your admittance. 

He was going to corrupt you more and more day by day before you even realized it.

And fuck, he couldn’t wait.

“Hmm.” He hummed against your skin, as he nudged your head to the side so he could expose the skin of your neck.

He quickly began to suck love bites against the skin, eager to cut straight to the chase in order to get a taste of that perfect cunt that was spread wide in that picture.

“How far have you gone, baby?” He asked, as he tugged your shirt up over your chest and kissed his way around your breasts.

“I–I’ve, fuck,” You moaned, as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth.

“I’m sorry, you’ve done what?” He mumbled against your hardening bud. You whimpered.

“I-I’ve masturbated with a toy.” Yoongi detached his mouth from your nipple.

“That’s all?” You nodded shyly.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” He hungrily kissed down the rest of your body, stopping right above the band of your shorts.

“I’ve got to taste you to get you prepared to take me. Is that alright?” He wasn’t lying. It would help you adjust to his size a bit easier, but it was mostly for his own personal pleasure.

You nodded, and he wasted no time in tugging down your shorts and panties in one swift motion. 

“Oh my God.” He nearly whimpered at the sight of your untouched pussy. You began to close your legs as he stared down at your most intimate areas, which prompted him to roughly throw one of your legs over the back of the couch so you were forced to keep yourself spread for him.

“Don’t ever do that again.” He warned. You nodded, murmuring an apology as he laid himself flat against the couch and pulled your hips closer to his face.

He breathed shakily against your core. You began to writhe in his hold as his cool breath hit your exposed pussy lips.

“Are you sure about this, baby? We could stop this at any moment.” He asked for the final time. It made you smile that he continued to ask you if this was really what you wanted.

“I’m sure. Please–oh, shit!” You yelped. Yoongi hadn’t even let you finish your sentence before he had his lips wrapped around your clit.

Your hands hesitantly tangled in his hair, as you were uncertain if he was okay with you touching him or not.

He sensed your hesitation and moaned in approval as you testingly tugged at his blonde locks.

His moan vibrated against your core, causing you to buck your hips up toward his face.

He grunted at this, using one of his arms to pin you down to the couch by your stomach, while his other arm pushed your flailing leg away from his face so he had more access to his meal.

“So good, baby. So fucking good,” He growled into you, his cock growing harder underneath him as more of your juices began to gush onto his face.

You didn’t know how it was possible, but he managed to pull you even closer to him as he licked a long stripe from your dripping hole back up to your clit, before he dipped his tongue inside of your clenching cunt and (quite literally) fucked you with his tongue.

You were a mess above him, your hair matted and stuck to your sweaty forehead as you relished in the feeling of his tongue collecting every drop of your arousal.

“‘M gonna cum, so fucking close, please please–” You begged him with your eyes closed. He took a glance up at you, wanting to watch you come undone on his tongue.

“SHIT!” You screamed, the euphoric bliss of your first orgasm knocking the wind out of you.

Yoongi hummed and pulled his tongue out of you, slipping two of his fingers into his mouth before lining them up with your cunt.

“You with me, babygirl?” He asked. You opened your eyes so you could see him, but you immediately closed them again ad he slid his digits into your wet hole.

“Ughh, oh my fucking God!” You let out a broken moan, tears welling in your eyes from the overstimulation.

“Hey, you’re okay, hm? I need to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible if you’re still willing to take my cock.” His words were caring, although there was a bit of cockiness behind them, almost as if he knew that you still would be in at least some pain from the stretch.

The thought alone excited him.

“Just a little bit more, okay? Hold out for me.” You were about to protest, when he pressed his hand against your lower stomach and began to piston his fingers in and out of you like a machine. 

He curled them perfectly against that little spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling toward the back of your head, and your toes curling in pleasure.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you came for the second time within a five minute span.

Yoongi left you to yourself for a moment as he hastily tugged his jeans down, not wanting to waste time to pull them off completely. 

He was so eager to have your little cunt pulsing around him.

He fished around in his back pocket for a condom. He was thanking himself mentally for forgetting to take it out the last time he wore those jeans a few weeks ago.

“Could you be a doll and roll this on for me, baby?” He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and quickly tossed it aside as he handed you the slippery thing.

You took it with shaky hands, still not completely over your last two orgasms as you gently grabbed his cock and spread the condom over it.

“Oh, fuck.” He growled, the feeling of your little hand spreading over his throbbing dick enough to make him cum right there.

He desperately needed to be inside of you.

He grabbed his cock and began to rub circles around your clit, the small action making you gasp for air because of how sensitive you already were.

“Think you can still handle me?” You looked up at him. He wasn’t smirking, but you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Mhm, j-just please, be gentle.” You whimpered, and Yoongi nodded as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

For now.

He pushed just the tip into you, instantly catching your lips with his to prevent any sound of discomfort from leaving your mouth.

“Ready for some more?” He asked sweetly, as he pressed his forehead against yours. You winced, but nodded anyway.

He pushed the rest of his cock into you inch by inch, attempting to nullify the pain a bit by leaving kisses along the side of your neck and jaw.

“You’re taking me so well, ____.” He sat still for a moment, letting you adjust before he rocked his hips slightly.

He looked at you for approval, and when you nodded once he began to set a slow, steady rhythm with the pace of his thrusts.

“‘M not gonna last long, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight, I can barely fit my cock through.” You weren’t sure what it was about the way that he was talking to you, but it just made you clench around him even harder as he began to pick up speed.

“I need you to cum with me, Princess. Can you do that for me?” You nodded eagerly, already on the brink of insanity.

He licked his thumb and brought it down to your clit. You squeaked, and he grunted above you as he tried to ease himself inside of you without hurting you.

“Now, cum now.” He ordered, his arms shaking as he held himself up above you to prevent from collapsing on top of your chest.

You came with your mouth held open in a silent moan, your legs spasming around Yoongi’s waist as he slowly pulled out of you.

The corruption was only beginning.

“Hungry? I’m sure the food is plenty cool now.” You laughed breathlessly at his lame joke, as you covered your face with your hands while trying to catch your breath.

“I’ll go grab some for you, but I’ve got a question for you first.” He paused. “No, wait, two actually.” You glanced at him.

“Go for it.” You said, voice hoarse.

“Would you let me take you out sometime? I mean, on a real date?” You scoffed.

“I thought you were going to ask me to be your girlfriend or something.” You laughed. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I was.” You froze.

“I backed out, though.”

“I mean, I would’ve said yes.” He snapped his head toward you.

“You would have?” You nodded, a small smile on your face.

“In that case, will you be my girlfriend, then?” You giggled at his shy demeanor, a complete 180 from how he handled you just a few minutes ago.

“Yes, I will.” He leaned down to peck your cheek.

“My last question...”

“Yeeeees?” You encouraged him to continue.

“Why are your nudes on your laptop anyway?”

“I hate you.”

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let me show you, myg

you and yoongi has been in a relationship for two years but you are still a virgin because of how innocent you are, however, yoongi always having a hard time when you wear cute sexy outfits just for him plus whenever you wear his shirt.

⇥ pairing : yoongi x f.reader

⇥ genre : smut, fluff (a bit)

⇥ words : 4.5k

⇥ reference : explicit

⇥ warnings : dom!yoongi, bigcock!yoongi, sub!reader, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, rough-sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, overstimulation, oral (m.receiver), fingering, penetrate, thigh riding, breath play, biting, hair pulling, hickeys, nipple play, doggy style, public sex, established relationship

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You spent your holiday somewhere far from the busy town with your boyfriend, Min Yoongi. You were shocked when he scheduled a holiday for five days, four nights despite his busy schedules. You were thrilled to be with him on vacation as it has been approximately two years since you and yoongi in a relationship and it was your first time to go on holiday just both of you. Yoongi was your first and ever boyfriend and your first love you might say.

He was so perfect, up to the toe, you were always felt like a dream when you are with him. He was the first man who makes you felt worth it and respected you as a woman and his girlfriend. There was no time he made you felt unfit intentionally or not, your past somehow took a toll on you but it was changing after you met him.

You rarely wore cute outfits even despite you had a body that girls would die for, you were uncomfortable to show too much of your skin. You grew up like that, however when you were with yoongi you changed so much from your bland and unassertive personal style to a more feminine look but only in front of yoongi since whenever you were with him you gained self-confidence.

You had moved together with yoongi six months ago after you finally decided your decision as you had been contemplated it for quite of time. You would occasionally were a mini dress, summer dress, off-shoulder dress, mini skirt, tank top or any kind of girly outfits that you always dreamed to wear.

Yoongi without fail would praise how cute you looked and didn't want to go to his studio because he wanted to stay with you but you will never allow him to ditch his work just because of his childish excuses. Nonetheless, you couldn't lie how your heart thumped so fast and how you flushed in red whenever he pulled you into a tight hug, showered you with kisses.

When you meet yoongi for the first time, he was very quiet and didn't like to talk much, exactly your type but you could see his effort when he tried to get to know you. Maybe that was why you fall for him.

You in awed as you took in the massive, luxurious suite with a vast glass window with spectacular views of the seascape. You admired the scenery so much that you were shocked when a pair of arms circles your waist, “do you like it, baby?”

There your heart went all crazy just for the nickname, “yes, i love it.” You smiled softly as you put your palm on top of your boyfriend’s hand. You shuddered when yoongi sucked slowly your neck, glided his tongue over it. His palms roamed over your body as his left hand sneaked in your tee. You titled your head nonchalantly as yoongi can’t sucking. “What are you doing, oppa?” And he abruptly stopped.

As if he didn't aware of what he was doing earlier. “W-what- I will order us food, you go change first.” That was what he said before pulled his arms away from your body and went out with his phone.

You felt so weird and tingles all over your body, you didn't exactly know why but you were speechless when yoongi sucked your neck as if he wanted to do something that you cant pulled out what but when his palms roamed over your tummy. It was kinda felt nice and it was eerie you wanted him to caress his palms all over your body. You didn't fail to discern something hard and big poked behind your back.

Yoongi on the other side had a hard times, he shouldn't step in the boundaries. He knew you were so innocent and clueless when it comes to sex or anything particular with it. He tried. He had made an effort to hold himself but how can he when you were so fragile and so small that he couldn't help but want to lay his fingers on.

Yoongi looked down at his cock that grew bigger and hard each second, he squinted his eyes hard tried to think of another thing beside you but he failed so and it just worsens even more. Yoongi quickly made an order for dinner from the Chinese restaurant as he knew you that was your favorite.

Yoongi decided to wait at the hotel lobby to take the food and wanted to calm down himself before he did something he wasn't supposed to do. After quite of time, he had waited finally got the food and on his way to the suite.

Yoongi took some time and a deep breath as he attempted to regain his strength and control his body before he faced you. He opened the door but gasped when you were out of the shower with a small towel that barely covered your body and water droplets dropped from your wet hair.

“Fuck,” Yoongi muttered beneath his deep voice, fisted his palms as he closed the door and his eyes never left you. You didn't notice him at first until you heard the door closed. “Oppa, you got the food,”

You smiled brightly when you saw your boyfriend brought Chinese food. “Yes, I am.” You raised your eyebrows slightly as you perceive the way yoongi’s restrained voice. You can’t help but worry that he might fell sick. You grabbed yoongi’s white tee in his luggage and throw it over yourself you already wore your white lace bra and panties beforehand, you hand your towel before you walked closer to yoongi as he busy take out each meal and serve it on the table.

“Oppa, are you okay?” Yoongi turned sideways to you as you planted your palms on his broad shoulder. Yoongi sucked in a deep breath as he observed you up to the toe, with only his baggy white tee. Yoongi gritted his teeth, felt himself get turned on even more than he thought.

“No, i’m not.” Yoongi honestly mumbled. His eyes still peered on you like a predator but to no avail, you were unaware of it. It surprised him to find that you were in his clothes would arouse him so damn much. You looked up to your boyfriend in concern, “Why? What can I do?”

Yoongi’s heart skipped a beat when your soft voice asked him as you glided both your palms on his chest, stalked closer to him. Little did you know, there was a lot you can do to him. A lot.

Control yourself, Min Yoongi. She doesn't know anything about this. You would ruined her innocence. Yoongi thought.

He fluttered his eyes before gazed at you that still looked so worried the way he got so worked out.

It's much better than another guy that's not you ruined her innocence.

“Fuck it.” Yoongi cursed before he grabbed both sides of your face and planted his lips on top of yours. You gasped inside your boyfriend’s mouth at how aggressive he became, his kiss got intense as his palms traveled down to your ass and gripped it so hard. You were shocked with new sensations that you never felt before.

You fisted your palms over yoongi’s chest and tried to push him with all your might but he was twice stronger than you and not a bit moved with your strength. Yoongi left the kiss as he tried to take a breath after that long intense kiss he gave to you. You were gasping for breath, you could feel his breath on your skin. It felt so weird but you were electrified with what yoongi did to you.

“Do you want me to teach you?”

His question left you numerous thoughts. What was your boyfriend want to teach you? You didn't bother to answer as you looked up at him.

“Let me show it to you, baby. Let me show you what is an adult should know, how it feels to feel pleasure, lust. I know you will love it seeing how your body reacted just with my little touch.”

“I-It’s s-sex?” Yoongi let out a deep chuckle when you softly asked him as if you would break if you inquired that. “So you know what sex is?” Yoongi gripped around your waist tighten, you gasped when he pulled you closer to him made both of your sizeable boobies slammed on his broad, hard chest.

“I-I don't know what it is but I-I overhead some of the girls at the college talked about it... and they did it w-with their boyfriend-”

“You want to do it with me?” Yoongi tried his luck as he slammed his face on your exposed neck because of the collar of yoongi’s shirt was so big for you and once again you felt something tingles inside your body, you felt something rushed like a fluid down your private part. You shifted uncomfortably as yoongi sucked and nibbled your neck. “W-would that will make you okay?”

Yoongi halted for a sec and raised his face to look at you. “Yes baby, absolutely.” You were thrilled to hear that you would make your boyfriend happy if you do sex with him. So, you eagerly nodded. His cock got harder each second, he swallowed a big gulp of his saliva as he gazed at you with desire and lust.

Yoongi loosens up his grip over your waist, guiding you towards the king-size bed. He sat you on the bed, “strip, baby girl,”

You were hesitant at first since you never went bare in front of your boyfriend but you trust him enough to do things to you. You fiddled the hem of yoongi’s tee on you before you slowly pulled them up from your body, leaving you in your white lacey bra and panties.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. So damn beautiful.” Yoongi softly whispered at you as he caressed your cheeks and gave you a peck on your lips before once again took in your nudeness in front of him. He was always been fantasies of you in a dirty way and now you were willing to give it to him awoken something beneath him. However, he couldn't lie he felt somewhat guilty to break your innocence but he couldn't help himself anymore.

You tried your best to compose yourself, your lips trembled as you became nervous. You didn't dare to look back at Yoongi after he walked away and left you alone on the bed. You flinched when he approached you from your back before he plopped himself down behind you. “Look up baby,”

You shuddered when Yoongi whispered to you as he nibbled your earlobe. You let out a loud gasped when you saw your reflection in the massive glass mirror. Yoongi let out a rich, throaty chuckle as he perceived how uneasy you were in front of him at that moment which was completely understanding. However, it drove him insane to know he will be wrecked your innocence, here and there.

“Why are you so nervous baby?”

You gulped your saliva, you drew in a quick breath when yoongi placed his veiny, large hand over your upper thighs, his lips were still worked on your neck. “You smell so good, i want to eat you so bad.”

You bit your lower lips when Yoongi opened his eyes and look straight at you in the mirror. You hold his gaze before averted your eyes on his hands adorned with a couple of his silver rings. His fingers trailed down from your cheeks down to your throat, to the valley of your boobs. He let his fingers lingered on your boobs, made imaginary circles on your chest while looking at you as if he wanted to see how would you react to his touch.

“Would you let me touch you even further, princess?” His voice became a husky, erotic whisper to you. You fluttered your eyes before slowly nodding to him. “Oh you want me to touch you?” Yoongi’s lips curved up to a mischievous smirk. He didn’t expect you would nod to his question.

“What do feel when I touch you like this baby?”

Your breath rasped in your throat, pondered the right answer for the question. “I-It f-felt weird,” You muttered, looked down on the floor. “And?” Yoongi asked again as he hold your chin firmly forced you looked back on yourself in the mirror. You clenched your thighs together as you started to feel something tingles on your private part.

“It f-felt good too.” Your answer somehow left Yoongi’s bulge grew bigger and you could feel it from your behind. You wanted to ask him what was that but you were too shy to do so.

You let out a soft moan when your boyfriend grazed his fingers over your nipple against your bra. You closed your eyes when he groped your boobs while playing with your nipples. You felt so dizzy and leaned backward to him. “Let out your voice, let me hear it.” He cooed.

You opened your eyes to see what Yoongi did to you and your heart thumped so fast when he pulled down your bra and let out your boobs out, completely bare for him. “Baby, they are so soft.” Yoongi was too into playing with your chest that his eyes just focused on your boobs. He suddenly groped your boobs harder made you let out a loud moan as you whimpered, “Oppa,”

Yoongi felt his heart about to bursted when you called him like that with out of breath. “Yes baby.” He kissed your neck and fondled your boobs. He thought he had fallen in love with your boobs, he captivated with the way it fits his hand. The way your nipples got hard the moment he touched it made him aroused.

Yoongi traveled his hands down to the place he was always being craved for, your pussy. Your breath hard when yoongi grazed his finger on your panties. “Oppa,” Yoongi bites his lips as his eyes scanned your lewd expression in the mirror, you were so cute yet so sexy. Yoongi bite your neck softly as he nibbled through your skin, his hand made their ways into your panties.

Your mouth hangs opened when he did that but you didn’t stop him. You didn't why but it feels so good, his fingers played inside your pussy, you didn't know what he did or how but when he touched a particular part inside of your private part and his another fingers shoved inside of yoh, you shuddered before something rushed out from you. “You cum, baby?”

Yoongi chuckled as he continued to play with your clit with his thumb and shoved his two fingers inside your hole. You gasped for air, you hold his biceps, “W-what is cum?” You asked him, innocently.

“It is when you reached your orgasm, princess.” He replied, didn't even make yourself embarrassed for not knowing it. “It’s okay, you didn’t have to feel guilty, I’m happier if you reached your orgasm multiple when you did this with me.”

You arched your back when Yoongi fiddled your clit and curled his fingers just at the right spot while his other hand fondled your boobs, which had made her drowsy. Your hands fall from yoongi's biceps and accidentally dropped on the hard things that had been poked your back. Sometimes you felt it too when yoongi hugged you. You can't help but want to fist it but halted your action when yoongi left your right breast and hold your wrist. “Don’t, y/n.”

You sucked in deep breath when yoongi’s stern voice warned you. “I want to touch it,”

Even you replied so quietly but it was loud enough for Yoongi to hear it and your response made Yoongi nearly choked his saliva, you didn't even shutter when you said it. “What?”

You turned your head back to your boyfriend to take a good look at his face. “You touch mine.” You pouted. Yoongi burst to smile when you looked at him with puppy eyes. “You can’t, princess. I don't think I can hold myself if you did that.”

“Why? You dont need to hold yourself,” you whispered as you fiddled your hand.

“If I dont hold myself than I will be fucking you the next second.”

The word ‘fucking’ gained your attention, “What is that?” You looked up to yoongi but his eyes on your boobs, you can't help but want to cover it but yoongi hold your hands as he planted a kiss on your pouty lips.

“It means, I will insert this...” Yoongi answered as his eyes looked down at his massive bulge and the same goes for your eyes. “...inside your hole baby,”

Then, the feelings of Yoongi’s fingers inside of you came to your mind. If it feels as good as it then you want to try it. “I-I want that, oppa.”

Once again, you shocked him. Your face read innocence but not your words. You slowly put your small palm on the bulge under Yoongi’s boxer. “Oh shit-” Yoongi cursed and squinted his eyes shut before he looked at you again.

“Are you sure, baby?” Yoongi wasnt hesitate at all until there he somehow thought if he should be doing this. “Yes.” You were so confirm that you wanted him, your boyfriend to teach you about adult stuff. You wanted him to do it with you.

“On your knees, princess.”

His command paused your thought but you deliberately still followed him and raised from the bed to the floor. Your boobs bounced as you plopped yourself down and Yoongi swears he could just go crazy by looking at that full boobs of yours. Yoongi stood up as he pulled his boxer and let his massive cock sprung out proudly right in front of your face.

You were shocked to see how big he looked. The tip of it came out with white fluid, Yoongi sat back on the bed and looked down at you. “Here, suck this baby.” Yoongi grabbed the base of his cock as he nudged them near your lips.

You were so anxious about the fact you don't know how to suck it. Yoongi noticed your apprehensive, “it’s okay, princess. I will guide you.” You looked up to yoongi, guided both of your palms on his massive cock. Yoongi hissed due to the contact, you looked up, afraid you were hurting him. “No, princess. I like it, take them in your hands, and just rub it up and down” Your eyes never left his cock, your mind was wondering if was the actually normal size for man. You captivated the white-almost clear liquid coming out from the slit of his tip, the shaft was red and veiny. 

Yoongi trembled with excitement when you wrapped your hands around his cock, slowly cockwarming it. You looked up to him and smiled as you perceived the faintest of flushes creeping up his face and his reaction explained how much he liked it even when you barely started.

Yoongi drew in a quick breath, even you just barely touched him. He didnt think it will impact him so much. You saw how yoongi reacted to your touch, it was the same as you, he fisted his palms, tried to fight the urge to grabbed the back of your head and just fucked your pretty mouth senselessly. “here suck this baby”

You recalled that Yoongi asked you to suck it earlier but now he wanted you to just rub it. You thought maybe he tried to hold himself as he said, you mindlessly as you licked the white liquid that comes off from the tip. “oh! shit-” Yoongi felt his stomach coiling, his cock twitched in her palms. He didnt thought you will give him kitten lick even he didnt ask. When Yoongi looked down, he can see the tip of his cock disappearing in your mouth that was already full. You struggled to bob her head up and down, his cock hitting the back of your throat, you gagged in return.

Yoongi ran his fingers through your hair, grasped a handful of your hair. Yoongi threw his head back, grunted. “Yes… Yes, princess… Keep doing that… Keep doing that to me.” His breathing was getting heavy, panting almost. “You have no idea what you do to me, baby…” Yoongi bit his lips, trying to suppress himself from bending you over the bed, craved to fuck your sweet pussy from behind.

“Am I doing good, oppa?” You stopped sucking, but your hands keep pumping his shaft. You looked up with you pretty eyes that were enough to make him cum right then and there.

“Yes baby you did it so good, it feels so good, baby... You such a good girl.” Yoongi praised you, caressed your head with fondness despite how sinful you looked at the moment. Yoongi noticed how you clenched your legs and it hit him. You liked to be praised.

"You looked so beautiful sucking my cock like that," he breathes while thrusting his hips on your mouth roughly. You teared up as yoongi kept hitting the back of your mouth. He breathes rather fast, in shallow pants. He stopped thrust his hips for a good second in her warm throat, gagged her. You desperately squeezed yoongi's thigh so that he pulled away as you gasped for breath. Your saliva covered his throbbing cock as it trailed down to your chin. Yoongi looked down on you, rubbed your cheeks tenderly, he had to make sure he will remember how wrecked and messed up you looked after took his cock.

You once again took his big cock in your mouth while playing with his balls. “F-fuck” Your mouth was slobbery from all the spit and pre-cum dripping down your chin. “Shit! Fuck! Baby… Baby, I’m going to cum! Fuck!”

You opened your mouth wide, pumped his cock rapidly,sprinted his orgasm. “Fuck!” Yoongi groaned wildly, his cum spraying all over your face and some in her mouth. You hollowed her cheeks, whimpered every time Yoongi thrusted his hips with his hands gripped your hair firmly to keep you with his pace. You pulled away just to give his cock a sloppy kiss with your saliva covered your lips, trailed down to her chin. Yoongi supported his upper body with his elbow, you looked up to him and his lewd expression caused moans to slip past your throat.

Yoongi jerked his cock a couple more times, milking all of it out. His shoulders heaved as he panted, you took a second to glance up at Yoongi and damn he looked so fucking hot, absolutely fucked out. You dropped your hands from his cock and stuck out your tongue, gave him your innocent eyes.

Yoongi stood up from the bed before he pulled you up from the floor and pushed you on the bed. “Oppa-” You were cut off with Yoongi’s lips on yours, his hand roamed over your tits, pinched and twisted your nipple. You moaned against the kiss, without warning Yoongi shoved his tongue inside of your mouth. The kiss got passionate and sloppy each second, it was completely different than how you both used to kiss.

Yoongi ceased the kiss, rested his forehead with yours. You opened your eyes to see his handsome face stared down at you, he raised from your body before tugging down your panties. You avoided Yoongi’s gaze on you when he eyed your panties that were covered with a big pool of your wetness. “Look at me, y/n.”

Instantly, you obeyed him. You let out a loud moaned when Yoongi shoved his fingers inside your hole, unnoticed. You wriggled under his touch but Yoongi holds your thighs firmly to stop you. “I need to prep you first baby,” You gasped when yoongi pushed his finger out and inside of you. Your walls so wet and slick and it was so easy for Yoongi to slip his fingers inside your pussy.

Yoongi eyed you, look so wrecked with messy hair and your face glistening under the dim lights. Yoongi guided his tip against the lips of your pussy, teased you. You opened your eyes as you looked down, you scared yet so excited to have Yoongi’s big cock inside of you but you want to cum again. You somehow love the feeling and when yoongi stared at you, you can't help but want more.

You whimpered when Yoongi finally pushed the tip of his member inside of you. It was even half but you felt so full. "Baby, shhh, shhh, it's okay, hm?" Yoongi whispered near your ear, persuaded you as he stroked your cheek with tenderness, wipe away the fallen tears as he slowly pushed his cock into your tight pussy. The way it stretched was so painful, way more painful, and the fact his dick was so fucking thick didn't sit right on you.

"Yoongi," you cried, pleaded at him. You grabbed him closer as his broad chest met your swollen boobs, your nipples grazed slowly to Yoongi’s chest made him let out groans. "Y-You're--aahh! You're too big!"

Yoongi kissed you as he tried to distract you from the pain. However he didnt say if he dont felt proud of how you said his cock was too big for you. Yoongi bites his lip as he went deeper, felt your pussy clench around his member tighter. "Yeah? My cock is too big for you, huh?" Yoongi chuckled. “I know you can handle it, princess. You are my good girl."

Squirming at his words, Yoongi saw you rolled your eyes, awaken something beneath him. Without any warning at all, he shoved his whole length in, making your legs shuddered. "Ah--!"

Yoongi starts to thrust in and out of your pussy at a nice, normal pace while scrutinizing your reaction. "Look at me baby, look at me," he whispered, taking your chin on his fingers as he tilted your head up. He aroused and thrilled when his eyes locked with your big, desperate ones. Your face flushed, your legs began to shake, your lips were swollen with all of the lip bites.

"Oh, baby you're so fucking pretty," Yoongi muttered, pulling his cock all the way out before shoving it back in, making you moan loudly. Your pussy involuntarily clenched by his action, occurred in him growled. "Fuck," he cursed, closing his eyes for a brief minute, "Clench your pussy like that one more time around me and watch..."

You were so aroused by his low tone voices and his words somehow provoked you, even more, disregarded his warning, you tightened your pussy around his cock, squeezing him with all your might.

Yoongi gasped, he bit his lips hard, stimulated by your action, his eyes changed darker as his whole demeanor switched. Yoongi pulled out and wrapped his arms around your waist before flipping your body over from the missionary position. "Yoongi-"

"I warned you." he groaned, making you moaned when he shoved his whole length in without warning. He plunged deeper in you, feeling his tip continuously hit the sensitive places inside your walls. He hits your g-spot so nonstop, you turned light-headed as you can’t conceal your loud and whiny moans.

He gave a harsh spank on your ass, a whimper escaping out from your lips. "You want to act like that, hmm? That's how you wanna play? Even it is your first time?" Yoongi chuckled as he stared at your body trembled under him, indicated that you were still not used to his size.

"I'm not going to go easy on you, princess" Yoongi leaned down, gave you a harsh, deep thrust that you can feel right up in your stomach. "Take my big cock like a good girl, yeah? Before I destroy this perfect little pussy until you can't take it no more."

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE / Yoongi & Jin imagine (ft. others) PT2

Summery: Who knew Zombies would attack the world? What they needed now was plan to defend themselves! Can they even? Are they strong enough to fight with someone for the first time? 

You guys met where it was said, in the CEO building! When you came into the building, your eyes automatically scanned the room to see if Yoongi is safe although you kinda didn’t want to since you were still mad at him but somewhere in heart of course you had worries!

“Hi!” Yoongi said awkwardly as he came to you, Jin was beside you!

“Hii!” You said with no emotions “Jin? Do you wanna go more inside?” You turned around to him just to avoid Yoongi! You only wanted to see if he is safe not start the apologies and stuff!

“Yes…” He said low looking at Yoongi! You smiled at him and bowed to Yoongi!

Yoongi sighed and went deeper into building! There were all members including Jimin’s girlfriend! She came to you and gave hug! “Glad you guys came safe!” she said and you giggled!

“It’s not like we are that weak!” You answered and then beside her followed to sofa! Since Jimin’s girlfriend aka Minnie came to him, you sit beside her and hugged also Jimin!

“Okay, we should take a plan if they broke the code!” Namjoon seriously said and all agreed!

You felt someone’s watching you so you turned to see who it was, and of course it was none other than your ex-boyfriend! You glared to him with death stare which made him look other side to avoid the eye contact and you smiled! Glad he understood!

“So, since in the night they will start attacking more because they are more energetic in night, we will separate!” Namjoon said as if he already had the plan! “We will be in three teams and each team will have his own task to make all from us to survive, understood?” He said explaining the plan and all hummed not so sure!

“Hyung, do you realize that it’s sound easy but actually isn’t?” Jungkook said and Namjoon turned to him!

“As long as we have plan to look forward to, it’s easier to live all this chaos!” Namjoon said and all low hummed almost in same time!

“So, first team aka me, Jungkook and Jimin will find trees if somethings happens and we are suddenly homeless!” Namjoon said looking at his team and Jimin hummed taking Minnie’s hand! “Be safe, okay?” he quietly said so no one heard and she hugged him! “Don’t worry! As long as I have something to fight for, I’m okay!” she said and Jimin smiled at her!

“So, next team Jin, you and Taehyung! Will found more food and water to survive! If you guys can, It’s better if they are in big number!” he said looking at us and we hummed! “We will try!” Taehyung said looking at his team and we shook our heads as ‘yes’!

Namjoon smiled at us and continued! “And Hoseok, Yoongi and Minnie! You’ll guys will mostly warn us if Zombies are close to us so we are ready to fight which means in each night you’ll guys are awake , of course, changing positions in every night! While one of you guys are watching Zombies, you two will need to help with us to find the threes and stuff!” He said and all agreed!

Minnie sighed knowing it wouldn’t be easy task! “Do you have something to make contacts such as rations or something?” You asked and Namjoon smiley hummed at your question!

“Yes, thanks for question! All of us will have rations, but do not use them for basic conversations! They will be only on use for emergencies such as Zombie warnings or someone of us are in pain etc.! And about that do not hide if one of the Zombies bites you! Faster you guys inform us then it’s easier to find solutions!” Namjoon last words said quietly not so confident since it was like first time happening!

I mean can you blame him? No one of us didn’t know how to defend Zombies and how to heal from them if you even can do it?? He was right, as long as you have plan to follow it, everything should be easier to live, although you guys didn’t have different plans so you guys stick with that!

“No, we should start to be ready while we still can!” Namjoon said looking outside by window to see how out there looks like! Zombies already were trying to attacking windows but were dumb enough to not to break them! I mean, they weren’t that strong, they only needed your brains!

We all stood up hugging each other not knowing if it would  be the last time of you all or not! “Let’s do this!” Jimin said and all went to our positions!

You were about to go, follow to Jin and and Taehyung, but someone stopped you! You turned around and saw Yoongi with his puppy, worried eyes! Could you blame him? No, you were worried too, but still you were mad at him!

“Yoongs-“ You were about to start but he interrupted! “I’m sorry about what happened then, only if I knew that Zombies will attack us… I regret, Y/N!” he said and took your arms! You were silent and watched how he looked at you as he waited to so you say something so you sighed!

“Just be careful, okay? We will talk about this deeper when all of this will be over!” You said and he hugged you tightly! “You too, princess! I don’t want to loose you…” he said mumbling into your neck and you rubbed his back!

“Me either… We should now go…” You said moving on from his grip and he hummed! “Glad that you accept my sorry…” Yoongi said low and you smiled at him!

“I’m still mad at you, but I don’t want to happen that last word what we said to each other were all using violence!” You said and he hummed! “We-“ bu someone interrupted!

“Y/N, are you coming?” Jin asked and you turned around and gave yes! “We need to go!” you said to Yoongi and he smiled! “Be safe!” and with that he turned around to go to his team and you sighed “you either!” quietly saying you turned around to Jin!

“Well??” he asked curious about what took you so long with Yoongi!

“Looks like we forgave what happened, but still aren’t together!” You said slowly while going to door with Jin and Tae!

Jin sighed and opened the door but before opening said “Be ready and took your weapons!” Jin said to you and Tae and you guys took out your weapons!

You had bow and arrows since Tae liked often to go on forest to hunt and you sometimes jus made company with him when you were bored! And sometimes when you were with him, he used to teach you some basics since as he said ‘You’ll never know when you’ll need them!’!

Obviously, you weren’t interested in these bows but you still listened to him since you didn’t have chances anyways! Looks like lessons paid after all, huh?

Jin had his kitchen’s knifes! At least that’s what he found on his house! He didn’t like haunting unlike Tae! He often with Yoongs were often fishing! Going to water places and talk some stuff what boys talk during these kinds of things!

Taehyung had his gun which you didn’t know that he had one, but from other side you weren’t surprised that much since he is haunter and haunters sometimes use guns too!

You got to know later that it isn’t his but his father! His father has already been bitten which means already is turned into Zombie! What was glad is that he wasn’t in house at that time, talking about Tae, because then God knows if he would make out of them or not…

To go to closet store wasn’t that easy! Zombies were attacking you guys from everywhere! Luckily you had weapons!

You almost got bitten but thank God Taehyung was there to shoot the Zombie who was about to bit you!

“Thanks, one second and I would be already meat!” You said and Taehyung giggled! You looked around to see where Jin was and saw him running from Zombies to your side!

“Open the store!” Jin yelled while running and you guys did! You were inside but Taehyung was holding the door so it would be open! Jin runs inside and without wasting Taehyung shoot one of the Zombies and closed the door!

Jin sighed in relief gasping the air! “Haven’t think that we could just take the foods from stores just like that!” Jin said catching the air!

You guys giggled! He was right, the store was abandoned! Some foods were already stolen, the place was messy! On the cashier side was only blood which meant the person who sat here already has been bitten!

Without no wasting time you guys started to pick everything what could help you!

On the other side Yoongi with Minnie were finding trees while putting Hoseok on charge! Hoseok were in building to know that no one could get in since it was only safe place and they needed it! Of course, as well as finding trees weren’t that easy!

Zombies were taking the world and they need to fight as well! Yoongi only had his sword which he stole that time when he filmed ‘Daechwita’ because he liked that design of it!

Part of him, he though about you, he was worried sick! What if you don’t make it? The city was fuller than forest since this is the place were people mostly live and Zombies coming just for their brains! Makes sense, right?

He fought but couldn’t concentrate enough!

“Hyung, she will be alright! She has Jin and Taehyung! If something’s happens to her, we will get out of it!” Jungkook said and Yoongi gulped!

“I’m just worried! I know she’s strong! She has been with Taehyung in his haunting days so I know that she knows how to defend herself!” he said while fighting! Jungkook sighed!

“We know...” he didn’t know what to say anymore but turned around to see how other members are going while fighting and stopped in trance all of sudden like seeing the horror in front of his eyes!

Yoongi didn’t take much long and with his sword killed the Zombie what was about to bit Jungkook!

He turned around to see where Jungkook’s eyes were glancing and turned his mouth shape to ‘O’ and closed his mouth with his hand! “Jungkook…” he only made to say not believing what he just saw!

Now they knew that they weren’t 9 anymore as before!

Min Yoongi boyfriend thread 💛

Yoongi: I'm so in love with your dumbass

Y/n: I love you, I miss you and you're my everything

Yoongi:

Y/n: (fliming) "and here we have a wild Min Yoongi who just woke up"

Yoongi: (Sees you in the crowd cheering just for him)

Jimin: Y/n still mad at you?

Yoongi: Is it that obvious?

Yoongi: (singing) Y/n's my girlfriend, I gotta girlfriend. She is my girlfriend.

Yoongi: Tonight I'm having dinner with Y/n's parents. I've met them a dozen times now and I'm still nervous.

Interviewer: How's Y/n?

Yoongi: (Blushing) she's great. We're great. I love her.

Y/n: Aww you look so pretty!

Yoongi: Fuck you.

Y/n: Do it then.

All About You

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, idol au

Warnings: None

A/n: I wrote this in an hour so I hope it's Tumblr worthy._. It gets better at the end.

Summery: Y/n releases an album based on her heartache.

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"Honestly I miss you, but now I'll erase you."

"Hello everybody, I'm here with the amazingly talented Y/n L/n and today we'll be talking about her album that was just released. So are you ready Y/n?" The interviewer flashes you a smile that you return with a smile of your own.

"Yeah, let's do it."

"So the title of your album is 'All About You,' is that related to anyone in particular?" As an idol you can't say everything you want to say, people have a way of taking things they want to take it. You can't just come out and says it's about Min Yoongi and all the heartache you went through.

Damn it.

"I want to say it yes, but that could get me and the other person in trouble. No I'm kidding." You let out a nervous chuckle. "But it's not just for me, it's for anyone who wants to cry after a breakup." You look over at your manager behind the camera who gives you a supportive smile.

"Your title track song is called Blank and let me just say I cried so much listening to this song, like bro you had me all up in my feelings for a week. And no one can get over the lyrics, especially this one, 'Honestly I miss you, but now I'll erase you because erasing you is better than missing you. Can you talk to us about this?"

"The way I wanted to portray this feeling is that I'm in love with this person and even after the breakup I'm still in love with him and I miss him but it's not healthy. In order to stop missing him I need to finally erase him from my mind." Min Yoongi was always on your mind. His face was literally everywhere you went, on billboards, in cafés, everywhere.

"Could this song be about your relationship with Min Yoongi?" Did she really ask that?

"I have nothing to say about that." But the interviewer keeps pressing the issue.

"You never disclosed what happened between you two, can you tell us now?" You get up from your seat.

Too hell if this interview is live. It's over.

"This interview is over." You rip the mic off from your shirt.

"But we're live, you can't just leave-" You leave the stage before she can say anything else. The fact that you may have looked rude while walking out barely even crosses your mind. She had no right to press the issue.

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"Y/n you're not in trouble because of the interview, she was fired and everyone actually understands why you reacted the way you did. Just be careful with what you say and do." You were on the phone with your manager regarding the interview that happened earlier that day. "People want to see idols as honest human beings and what you did was being honest and they loved it."

"Thank you Jackson," a knock comes from your front door bringing your attention to it. "Someone's at the door so I'll see you later." You both hang up and it's the first and the last person you wanted to see.

"Hi Y/n." There was Min Yoongi, holding a bag full of take out from your favorite restaurant, looking as beautiful as ever. "I saw the interview, are you okay?" You give him a small smile.

"I'm okay, I was just annoyed." Yoongi nods. And it's then that you notice he's still outside. You motion for him to follow you to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry for dropping in like this but I know how you get when your annoyed, you forget to eat. Plus I need to talk to you." Your ears perk up. He remembers. And he wants to talk? You don't say anything. "Congratulations on the album, it's beautiful." He flashes you a smile that has your heart swelling.

"Thank you, it was really hard to produce honestly." You grab two cups from you cupboard and come back to your table with a some juice.

"Is it true? Was it all about me? Do you want to erase me from your life?" Yes. Yes. I could never actually erase you. I'm still in love with you. You can't even look him in the eye. "I guess it's true then. Did I just you that much that you can't look me in the eye? Please say something." Yoongi comes to kneel at by your seat. He grasps him your hand in his.

"It was all about you Yoongi. And you hurt me so much. But I'm still in love with you." Tears start running down your face. "I don't even know why you showed up here." You never move your hand from his.

"I should've never picked my music over you, it was a stupid decision and I wish I could take it back. I still love you Y/n." Yoongi grasps you head in his head and crashes your lips. It's messy but it's holds so much emotion. Neither of you know how you survived without each other, because nothing beats having his lips on yours. Nothing beats the feeling of you tugging on his hair, sighing in contentment when he starts exploring your mouth. Yoongi tries to imprint into his brain every single sensation; the way you curl your arms around his neck, the way you keep pulling him down to you as if he's not close enough, the way you squirm when he nibbles on your bottom lip.

"I love you." You whisper in between feverish kisses. He pauses finally letting you both breathe. You hold stars in your eyes, and those stars are for him to see. It's all over whelming though, so all Yoongi can do is lean his forehead against yours.

"Please give me another chance, I won't mess up again. Just come back to me" You nod your head. As he wraps his arms around, you bringing you into an embrace.

"Okay."

Call Me Bunny - MYG

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Yoongi x Chubby!reader

Genre/AU: Smut, pwp, tutor!yoongi, student!reader, the reader has a thing for being called bunny, yoongi just wants to be a good tutor.

Ratings: 18+

Warnings: Fingering, cum swallowing, sir kink, bunny kink, degrading, praising, dom!yoongi, sub!reader.

Synopsis: You had a thing for your tutor, but seeing as though you're dumber than a box of rocks when it came to your studies, a handsome man distracting you was definitely not what you needed.

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Who knew you could get so horny over mathematics?

You gulped as you watched how your attractive tutor was trying to explain and work out the current math problem that you were stuck on. You felt like an idiot, and what made it even worse was that you had expected your tutor to be some ugly old guy, not an attractive, slender man in his twenties. You were sure he wasn't attracted to you, seeing as though you were an overweight nineteen year old that was apparently dumber than a box of rocks.

You observed how his tongue slightly poked out between his lips as he wrote things down. You couldn't help but wonder what that pretty pink thing could do. No! You thought, slightly slapping yourself. He looked up at you because of the small sound that was made when your own hand came in contact with the side of your face. You looked at him sheepishly, "Sorry."

He rolled his eyes, putting the pencil down on your coffee table as you two sat on the ground, your backs against the couch. As much as you would have preferred to be in your room, it wasn't looking the most impressive right now (aka there were snack wrappers and clothes absolutely everywhere), and you didn't want to look like a slob. He huffed out what seemed to be irritation as he asked, "Are you even paying attention to what I'm explaining to you?" You looked away in shame. He clicked his tongue, "I refuse to try and teach you this material if you aren't even going to make an attempt to understand." You hated that you were disappointing him, but it was his fault that you got distracted in the first place!

"I'm sorry, I've just had a lot on my mind lately. So I haven't really been in a studying mindset, but I'm trying, yoongi. I really am." There was nothing you hated more than failure. It wasn't even restricted to things like relationships, it was also academically as well. You weren't the best when it came to your studies, but your parents refused to give up on you, even if that meant paying a little extra to try and get somebody to come over on their most busiest days of work. You were grateful for all the support, but that also meant if you were to fail, that their efforts would completely go to waste and you would just disappoint them even more.

You felt tears pricking in your eyes as you sniffled a bit. That seemed to sizzle down yoongi's oncoming fury because his hand cupped yours, "Hey, It's okay. I get it, you have a busy life and what not, but if it's affecting you this much then maybe we should take a break. And we could... Talk about it. If you want." You faced him with wide, teary eyes. "I would like that a lot, actually."

You both settled down on the couch, sitting across from each other, your legs leaving to the side since you were were a skirt while he was sitting I in a criss cross shape.

"So, tell me what's bothering you, princess." Ah, there it was.

Yoongi had a habit of calling you pet names whenever he would teach you. Either that being when you get too off track, losing focus, or getting frustrated. For what it's worth, it usually works, especially bunny. Oh lord, the things that name does to you; it made you feel small, soft, safe, and undescribably needy. He's only called you it a total of one time, which made it all the more special to you. He's probably forgotten about that moment, but you held onto it dearly, knowing that you may never hear him say it ever again.

"Well.. um. I just haven't had a lot of motivation." Lie number one. "Motivation? Do I not provide you enough?" That wasn't the case at all. "No! It's not that! I just- I don't know." Your hesitancy was clear to see but he didn't push you to speak about it. "Well do you have any suggestions on how I could potentially help you focus?" You gulped and looked into his eyes. Well here goes nothing.

"A-after I get a question right can you praise me and-... Call me bunny?"

Silence.

Fuck.

You avoided looking up at him, panic now begining to form in your gut. The first person to come to your mind was your mother. She was going to be absolutely heated knowing that her daughter scared her tutor away because she wanted him to call her something as cheesy as bunny.

"Actually- nevermind! Please just forget about it! I'll try harder I promise just please don't quit, I-"

But before you could apologize Yoongi nudged your head up by your chin, trying to get you to look at him. You refused to though, keeping your eyes fixated on something else to the side of you.

"Look at me, ____." You shook your head no, biting your lower lip in embarrassment. He sighed, "I said look at me, bunny." Now that caught your attention. You looked at him with wide, shocked eyes, your nerves becoming jittery because of the look on his face. His eyes were dark, his grip on your chin tightening a little at the sight of the submissive look in your eyes. He could slowly feel his self control slipping away from him.

"Are you sure that me calling you bunny will truly help you focus?" You nodded slightly, "Only if you're comfortable with it." He then smirked, "But there's one thing that you have to do for me if you want me to call you bunny." You gave him a confused look, "And what would that be?" His hand cupped your cheek, bringing your face close to his, "You have to call me sir." Your face flushed. Gulping loudly you nodded, "Yes, sir." Yoongi had to stop himself from groaning at the sound of you saying it. You looked so adorable trying his newfound title out by mumbling all sorts of different scenarios under your breath.

You both slid down to the ground once more, resuming your earlier position. You had no idea that this was how tonight was going to play out, but you'd be lying if you said that you didn't like it. You would have never imagined that Yoongi was into such things as being called sir, but the more you thought about it, the more it began to make sense.

He had given you various math problems to try, and just like you had thought, the nickname helped spur you on. You wanted to hear that one word come out of his mouth so badly that you'd rather sit here on the ground for hours just trying to figure one of these godforsaken things out. Instead of yoongi scrolling on his phone or hovering over you to see if you're doing it right, he had his hand settled on the part of your thigh that wasn't covered by your skirt, rubbing it gently. You knew that if you had asked him to stop he would, but that's the funny thing about this whole thing, you didn't want him to. If anything, you wanted his hand to go a little bit higher.

You began to feel all hot and bothered at the thought of Yoongi fingering you in the middle of your living room. You couldn't stop yourself from slipping in a sort of submissive head space. You looked over at him with glassy eyes.

"Sir.." You whined. He looked over at you with a cocked eyebrow. "Please.." You requested. You had no idea what you were asking him to do, but you knew it had nothing to do about the math practice. He seemed to catch on but didn't make a move, only condescendingly asking, "What is it that you want, bun?" You then grabbed his hand from your thigh and held it in front of your face, looking at him straight in the eye before enveloping one of his fingers with your mouth. You suckled on it as you held his wrist. He groaned at the feeling of your tongue tracing one of his rings that he had on. He couldn't help but press the pad of it down on your tongue, his cock jumping in interest at the sight of you slightly choking.

You can say that he was a bit of a sadist.

He took the initiative to take the digit out of your mouth and put into his, tasting you. He growled as he forcfully grabbed you, pulling you onto your knees to help you straddle his lap. His eyes flickered from your lips and back up to you, as if he was silently asking for permission. You nodded without a second thought. He didn't hesitate to quickly take control of the situation, his lips locking yours into a heated kiss. His tongue plunged itself inside of your mouth, not even caring about the loud whimpers the followed along with his every movement. His hands slipped down to hike up your skirt, his hands gripping the naked part of your ass, his movements slightly stuttering at his unexpected discovery.

You were wearing a thong.

"You naughty little thing. Wearing a thong and a skirt at the same time I see? What a whore, you wore it even though you knew that you were going to be left home alone with a man. But then again.. this is what you wanted, right?" He teased.

You shivered at his dangerous tone. You then felt a stinging sensation spread throughout your left ass cheek, a rough hand then soothing it, "I asked you a question, bun." You whined pathetically, "Yes," You gasped as his hand hit you once more, "Mm~ I'd wear these every time you'd come over, even in my pajamas. I wanted you so bad. I liked you so much." You didn't even him time to dwell on the last part before pulling him into another hungry kiss.

Both of his hands practically ripped your skirt down your legs, his left hand moving down to cup your sex through your panties that barely left anything to the imagination, while the right one continued to massage your ass. You gripped his shoulders tight, your head falling back as you desperately grinded down on his rough hand. You were chasing friction that he was refusing to give you. What a fucking tease.

"Sir please.. touch me. Do anything."

He peered up at you, "Anything?" You stuttered when his fingers moved the lace to the side, rubbing your slit teasingly. He massaged your clit, the long awaited pressure caused an overwhelming feeling of pleasure to shake your body like a rattle. You cried out, your hips buckling as they tingled sensitivitely. He leaned forward his right hand coming to shove up your shirt so that it was pushed up to your neck. You immediately tugged the bothersome thing off as well as your bra. He hummed gratefully at your efforts to be a good girl for him, his lips going to suck on the stretch marks that decorated the tops of your breasts.

Yoongi would never understand how much that one simple thing meant to you. You moaned airly at the barely there sensation, but you were grateful nonetheless. His fingers then teased your opening before sliding one finger in, a loud squelch following with it. You bit your lip, noise clogging in your throat as his motions were fast, violent, and making you almost tip over the edge not even a couple of minutes in. Your body jerked everytime his finger hit your g-spot, a second one quickly joining in on the mix.

"Sir.. m' gonna cum." You gasped, your nails digging into his white button up." He looked up at you, an unforgiving smirk on his face, "But we've barely done anything." He said as he fake pouted, "Can sir play for just a little bit longer, please bunny?" Of course he was using your name against you. That's one thing that you were quick to catch onto, he loved to tease.

"O-okay.." You mumbled.

He continued to play with you, your request seemingly spurring him on. His pace was making you feel like you were going to explode. Tiny gasps and moans left you as you clenched down onto his two digits in a pathetic attempt to try and keep yourself together, just to let him have his fun a little bit longer.

It's when you began to tremble he took mercy on you, his lips locking onto the side of your neck to suck a deep, dark purple spot. Your legs felt like jelly, your grip on him becoming weaker as you felt your self control slowly collapse.

"Cum, bunny."

That's all it took for you to let go, an exaggerated whine leaving your mouth as you rode out your high, the heel of Yoongi's palm adding more stimulation as it rubbed against your clit. His moves were quick and smooth, like he knows what he's doing. You then settled down, Yoongi taking his fingers from out of you and holding them in front of you, the feeling of your release being forced against your lips.

You shyly took them into your mouth, your face flushing at the fact that your tutor was watching you swallow your own cum.

"So.. was that enough motivation for you, bunny?"

Yoonmin world Domination 👌

mint yoongi is my religion !!

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bitter coffees | myg

summary. the last person you expect at your door at 4 am is yoongi. but his presence is like a blanket of comfort that helps soothe your aching heart.

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pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: angst, fluff if you squint

word count: 1.7k

content: yoongi shows up at reader's door when they're stressed about exams / reader has a small breakdown that yoongi helps them through / they end up falling asleep together

warnings: none

a/n: a little something i wrote at like midnight to cope with exams while listening to 'sweet' by cigarettes after sex 😪. this will be apart of a drabble series im working on, but this is NOT the first drabble in terms of the chronological order of the story

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You bring the mug to your lips, taking a sip of the dark coffee.

You have never liked black coffee, always opting for sweeter drinks like caramel and chai lattes. But nowadays, the bitter liquid is the only thing that keeps you awake and somewhat energized.

Still, every sip is an effort and you can't help but grimace at the aftertaste.

You put the mug back onto the wooden floor, begging yourself to remember not to spill it. You had chosen to move all of your books and notes to the floor after getting tired of your cramped desk, and the last thing you needed was for the drink to ruin your only hope of getting a passing grade on your exam.

You should have started studying earlier. Usually, you are on top of all assignments and tests, wanting to get them over with. But lately, the presence of a certain someone has started messing with your schedule.

You never expected to get this close to your neighbour who lived 3 doors down, especially given your first encounter which was far from pleasant.

You always thought Yoongi was a little strange, but these past few months had been proving otherwise.

You don't regret the time you spent with him. You cherish the bottles of wine you shared and the nights you spent binging movies while you tried to ignore the fact that his knee was slightly pressed against yours.

You just wish you had spent a bit more time studying and less time admiring the way his eyes crinkled into crescent moons when he laughed.

You rub your temples, gently trying to ease the migraine that has started brewing. Your limbs ache terribly and you have never craved the warmth of your blankets more.

Tears brim your eyes, which worsen the pain in your head as you furrow your eyebrows to try to blink them away, which in turn makes you want to cry even more.

Giving up on reading over your notes for the third time, you lean your head against the side of your bed, still trying to blink away your tears even as your bottom lip quivers and the lump in your throat gets bigger.

Buzz.

Your half-lidded eyes glance at your phone on the floor which has now lit up with a single notification.

Yoongiee: open the door if your not asleep alr

A beat of silence passes as you process the text. Have you officially lost it and started to hallucinate Yoongi showing up at your dorm?

Your phone buzzes again and you notice the time. 4:37 am.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you use all of your remaining strength to push yourself up onto your feet. You don't bother to try to keep your eyes fully open, letting them obscure half of your vision as your slippers pad through the dimly lit house.

The door creaks loudly and you visibly cringe, grateful that both of your roommates weren't home to complain about being woken up.

In front of you, Yoongi greets you with a small wave and a smile on his face which immediately turns into an expression of concern as he takes you in.

"Are you okay?"

You want the world to swallow you up. Yoongi seeing you in such a state is something you never thought would happen. But here he was, a phone in one hand and a bag on his shoulder.

"What are you doing here? It's late."

Your words are dry on your tongue and your throat hurts to speak. Your voice is stiffer than usual, but you can't help it.

"I couldn't sleep and figured you couldn't either since you were active like twenty minutes ago. I can leave if you want, I don't- I really don't mind."

He brings his hands up, palms facing you in a form of reassurance. You shake your head.

"I- No, it's fine. I don't mind."

And again, you let yourself be distracted by his presence. You don't know why, but your heart refuses to say 'no' to him even though your brain is screaming at you to get a grip.

You open the door wider and let him in. His eyes scan the room as he adjusts to the darkness.

You walk to your bedroom and switch on the main light instead of relying on your small lamp as he slips out of his sneakers

You aren't exactly being welcoming to him, but again you don't have it in you to care as much as you usually would.

You settle back onto the floor and take another swig of your coffee. Yoongi enters the room a few seconds later, quirking an eyebrow at your position on the floor.

"Don't ask," you mumble with a smile and he chuckles as he places his bag at the foot of your bed.

You expect him to crawl into your bed, but instead, he settles down beside you. He takes out a leather notebook and places it on his lap as he twirls a pencil between his fingers.

Your attention returns to the endless amounts of notes in front of you, and you let out a defeated sigh.

Normally, you would be screaming at the lack of words exchanged between you both. But the silence is comforting, and the sound of his pencil against the paper is oddly satisfying to listen to.

You don't notice how your head falls onto his shoulder and you feel him freeze for a second before returning to whatever he had been doing.

You want to let your eyes flutter shut, but anxiety bubbles in your chest with every moment that passes that you don't spend studying, and it makes the lump in your throat return.

"You sure you're okay?"

You let out a shaky breath that you hadn't even realized you were holding, and the tears you had desperately tried to push back threatened to fall.

"Yeah."

You cringe at how your voice cracks, unable to keep your emotions at bay any longer. Salty tears fall down your cheeks, and you feel Yoongi's head turn in an attempt to look at you and you bring up your hands to cover your face.

Yoongi brings his body to face your side. One of his hands gently touches yours while his other works at wiping away the tears spilling down your cheeks. For a second, he pulls away his hand to move away the array of things surrounding you before settling back against yours.

"Hey- what's wrong? Did something happen?"

You shake your head weakly, your fingers playing at the hem of your graphic tee as you chew on your cheek.

"I- I have this stupid fucking exam tomorrow and I don't- I don't know shit and no matter how long I spend studying I just can't- it won't go into my head and I only started studying today because I was being fucking dumb."

You hate how your words are interrupted by broken hiccups and how pathetic your voice is. But Yoongi listens with caring eyes and it eases some of the embarrassment.

"You're not stupid or dumb, ___. You can't always be perfect, and I know this exam matters, but it is not worth more than you."

Yoongi squeezes your hand and gently begins to move his thumb across your skin.

"If you need a break, take one, even if it means you don't get to spend that time studying. I know you'll be fine. You'll do great even if you don't study at all."

Your eyes meet his and you don't know what possesses you, but you find yourself wrapping your hands around Yoongi's neck. He freezes and you faintly hear his breath hitch. But before you can move back he adjusts his legs and pulls you in closer.

You end up settling between his legs and you let out a small sob, which you blame him for.

Why was he so fucking sweet? No one has said anything like that to you before, and it helps ease some of the weight on your shoulders even though it brings more tears to your eyes.

His hands are warm and secure around you. Your face lies against the soft, grey fabric of his hoodie and you make a mental note to wash for him in case your wet mascara stains it.

"I'm just so fucking tired, Yoongi."

You don't know it, but Yoongi's heart breaks at your voice. His hands rub against your back as he tries his best to soothe you.

"Let's get you to bed then, OK?"

You nod against his shoulder weakly and he picks up your body. Your legs wrap around his hips and you feel like a koala clinging onto a tree.

He settles your body down onto your bed and you let out a broken sigh, melting into the softness of your mattress. You almost let out another sob from how much you've missed this.

You hear him shuffle around, probably packing up his things.

"Are you leaving?" you ask, forcing your eyes to open.

Yoongi has turned off the light, but you can still make out his figure with the help of the moonlight that slips into your room through a small crack in your curtains.

He looks pretty. He had dyed his hair since the first time you met him, and the now blond locks fell in small waves across his forehead. From this angle, the silver hues illuminating him make him look ethereal.

"Yeah," he says with a small nod.

"Oh."

His movements still, sensing the disappointment laced in your voice.

"Do you want me to stay?"

A beat of silence passes as you weigh your options. You feel selfish for wanting him to stay, but his hugs are the most comfortable thing ever and you already miss the feeling of his arms around you.

"Yes, please."

You miss the smile that forms on Yoongi's face, and you hear him put his bag onto the floor again.

"Lie with me. You're really warm and comfy," you say.

He chuckles but obliges, slipping beside you under the duvet. You feel him hesitate for a moment before wrapping his arms around you, and you melt into his embrace again.

In a few minutes, you drift off into a much-needed slumber, leaving Yoongi staring up at the ceiling. The only sounds in the room are your soft breathing and the ticking of your clock.

Yoongi silently hopes that this isn't the last time you fall asleep in his arms.

melted kisses | myg

summary. yoongi's kisses are always sickly sweet. but the taste of melted sugar on his lips makes you crave him more than the plate of sugar coated fruits.

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pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship au

word count: 1.9k

summary: yoongi and reader makes tanghulu together / yoongi very midly burns himself / makeout session ensues after their cooking / reader is elementary school teacher

warnings: making out, allusions to sex

a/n: yay im finally finished with exams!!! this was supposed to be posted next week but it's bts' 11th anniversary so 😋 also im very sorry that the drabbes are jumping around in the timeline, i will eventually put them in chronological order

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"I'm an amazing cook, I don't know what you're on about," Yoongi grumbled as he pulled your back closer against his bare chest. You whined as the cool metal of the silver necklace he wore pressed against your back which caused goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

“I’m just saying. I’m not the one who blended chicken and other shit into a smoothie so I didn’t have to cook for the rest of the day.”

“That was one time. I’m a changed person now, love.”

"Whatever you say, babe."

You giggled softly and Yoongi huffed into your shoulder before he placed a soft kiss against your naked skin.

"You just can't admit that I'm a better cook than you."

You rolled your eyes at his words and turned your head slightly in an attempt to look at him. You could just about see his tired eyes that were closed shut.

"Fine. Next time we're both free, we're making tanghulu."

A lazy smile tugged at the corners of Yoongi's lips as his eyes scrunched into crescent moons.

"You were just waiting for an excuse to make tanghulu, weren't you?"

You hummed in response. You had mentioned the sweet snacks to him frequently, sending him numerous videos with recipes on how to make them.

"Yep. And you fell right into my trap," you giggled. You felt as Yoongi's body shook with airy laughter behind you.

"Ah, you're so annoying."

"You love me anyway," you said with a grin.

"I know," he whispered. He brushed aside your hair to press a kiss onto your temple and drifted off into a peaceful slumber within a few minutes.

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In all honesty, Yoongi had completely forgotten about your agreement. He had thought you would too, as you were both too giddy and drunk on sex.

But when you arrived home after work the next day with a bag full of ingredients, the only words that stumbled from Yoongi’s mouth were to ask you why you hadn’t used his card to buy everything.

“It’s fine, I had cash on me,” you say, swatting away his words as you place the bag onto the marble countertops.

“Still.” Yoongi’s eyes watch your movements as you begin arranging all of the ingredients into different plates and bowls. 

“Babe, it’s not like I’m poor or something. Plus, I’m the one forcing you to do this.”

A sly smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you look back at him, and he playfully rolls his eyes before making his way over to you.

"Are you sure you don't want to rest or something? You just came back from work," he says as you start cutting the leaves of the strawberries off.

"Mhm, I’m sure. Can you get the small pot for me? The one we used for ramen yesterday."

Yoongi obliges and places the pot on the stove. You take the bowl of strawberries and bring it under the sink to rinse them. 

It wasn’t often that you would eat strawberries, always complaining about the millions of bugs within them. So when you did decide to have them, you made sure that they were squeaky clean even though it took more time. Yoongi thought they tasted the same either way, but never complained about your antics. 

During the early stages of your relationship, you both rarely got to spend time with each other, whether it was due to his work life or your college classes. Your preferences and quirks meant that a few extra minutes could be spent in your presence, so it didn't bother him in the least.

He moves to the rest of the ingredients and spots three tangerines lying together in a glass bowl.

"You got tangerines?" he asks, taking one into his hands. He throws it into the air like a tennis ball and catches it with ease.

You nod eagerly, a smile plastered onto your face as you look up at him.

"You love them so I wanted to try them out along with the strawberries and grapes. If we end up not liking it, you can have the rest."

Yoongi simply smiles as you bring the freshly cleaned strawberries back to the counter, a familiar, warm feeling tugging at his heartstrings.

He listens to the recipe you read off from your phone and places half a cup of sugar into the pot of water to melt before making his way behind you. He wraps his arms around you and lightly squeezes your body.

He had missed the warmth of your skin against his, and the light smell of your signature perfume. He had even missed the way your voice melodically bounced off the walls of his usually silent home.

Was he being dramatic about you being gone for nine hours? Yes. Was he going to stop? No.

"How was work?"

He places a kiss against your neck before moving his head down to rest on your shoulder, his narrow eyes watching you work carefully. 

"Good. A kid called me mom today and it was literally the cutest thing!"

He laughs softly as you place the knife down and bring your hands to your heart to emphasise your point.

"Mhm, that is cute."

A beat of silence passes before he whispers into your ear.

"I missed you."

It's embarrassing how fast the heat rises to your cheeks at his words, even after this many years of being together.

"I missed you too."

By the time you finish peeling the tangerines, cutting the strawberries and plucking the grapes off their stems, the sugar has fully melted. It would've taken half the time if you had an extra pair of helping hands, but you didn't want Yoongi's arms to move from where they rested around your waist.

Unfortunately, he's forced to peel away from your body as you lower the heat of the thick syrup and begin pushing the pieces of fruit onto skewers.

You playfully scold Yoongi whenever you catch him plopping one into his mouth before asking him to feed you one too.

"We need to stop, or there's gonna be none left by the end," Yoongi says, and you sigh in agreement.

Still, you sneak a slice of tangerine into your mouth, simply placing a peck on Yoongi's lips when he catches you.

In a few minutes, you have two plates filled with multicoloured fruits on skewers ready to be dipped.

You work carefully with the sugar syrup, and you’re surprised at how well the first few pieces turn out. 

"See, I told you! I'm just such an amazing cook," you say, waving the freshly coated skewer in front of him.

"This isn’t even that hard. Here, let me try."

Yoongi moves you to the side and takes a skewer. He tilts the pot to the side and rolls the fruits into the syrup, thickly coating it. He then puts it into a bowl of ice water for it to cool and begins working on the next one.

This time, however, he happens to reach too far into the pot and manages to dip the tip of his finger straight into the melted sugar. 

The hot substance takes a few seconds to do damage, giving Yoongi enough time to place the skewer into the water before swiftly pulling back his hand.

"Shit."

He wipes off the hardening liquid onto a small towel, but it leaves his skin red and angry.

"Babe, I told you to be careful! Are you OK?"

You step towards him and take his hand into yours. It wasn't serious, but there was now a tiny bump forming on the pad of his index finger.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It isn't even that big, see?"

"And? You still burned yourself," you huff.

Without another word, you look through the cabinets to find the burn ointment you had bought months ago as Yoongi protests.

"Seriously, love, it's fine. It doesn't hurt or anything."

"Still."

You successfully locate the ointment within your medicine box. You never really knew why Yoongi kept it in the kitchen, but his actions had proved useful.

You unscrew the cap and apply the tiniest amount onto his finger. He winces as you rub it into his skin, and you whisper an apology.

"There. Now, you've been fired as my co-chef and this also clarifies that I am clearly the better cook."

"That's not fair!"

"Sucks," you say with a shrug of your shoulders as you place the burn ointment back where you had found it.

Yoongi rolls his eyes with a playful scowl and moves to sit on the counter as you work on finishing the rest of the fruits.

Soon enough, the two plates are filled with fruits on skewers with a glassy finish to them. You watch a video to make sure you clean the pot of melted sugar properly and Yoongi offers to clean the rest of the kitchen up as you do so.

You reluctantly agree after seeing that his burn was starting to look less angry. After cleaning the pot and leaving it in the sink with a few other dishes from earlier in the day, you prop yourself onto the counter.

Yoongi finds himself standing between your legs not even a minute later, and you watch eagerly as you give him the first taste test.

His eyebrows scrunch together as he evaluates the taste, clearly taking his job very seriously.

"So?"

"Damn. That's really good. Have a bite."

You smile widely, proud of your work. He points the rest of the skewer at you, but you bring your lips to his and use your tongue to swipe the sugar from his lips. 

"You're right, it is good!"

You smile at the blush that creeps across his pale skin as he takes another bite, failing to hide his timid smile.

You both manage to eat around four skewers worth of fruit, sharing each one between you. Yoongi sneaks kisses against your cheeks and jaw after every few bites, enjoying how he left you a little flustered after each one.

"You're gonna get my face sticky with the sugar," you complain, though you both know you don't want him to stop.

"I'll just lick the stickiness off," he says with a shrug.

"Ew, you're disgusting."

He laughs at the whine in your voice, placing another kiss on the corner of your lips.

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbles, moving his mouth down onto your neck.

You tilt your neck to give him better access, stealing another skewer as you do so.

"Don't leave any marks, I have school tomorrow."

"The kids won't even know what they are," he mumbles, moving his tongue to gently graze your skin.

"Yeah they will! Kids are very modern nowadays, and there's only so many times I can say I burned myself with my curling iron."

Yoongi smiles against your neck and you leave the skewer in your hand to be forgotten on the counter. Your hands find their way into his grown-out locks, and you gently tug at the roots.

You bring his head back to meet your lips again, and the taste of melted sugar on his tongue drives you insane. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in even closer.

You find yourself smiling against him as his hands move up to cup your cheeks.

Yoongi doesn’t mind being called a bad cook as much if this is how every cooking session was going to end with you.

Melted Kisses

Yoongi's kisses are always sickly sweet. But the taste of melted sugar on his lips makes you crave him more than the plate of sugar coated fruits.

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pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship au

word count: 1.9k

summary: yoongi and reader makes tanghulu together / yoongi very midly burns himself / makeout session ensues after their cooking / reader is elementary school teacher

warnings: making out, allusions to sex

notes: yay im finally finished with exams!!! this was supposed to be posted next week but it's bts' 11th anniversary so 😋 also im very sorry that the drabbes are jumping around in the timeline, i will eventually put them in chronological order

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"I'm an amazing cook, I don't know what you're on about," Yoongi grumbled as he pulled your back closer against his bare chest. You whined as the cool metal of the silver necklace he wore pressed against your back which caused goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

“I’m just saying. I’m not the one who blended chicken and other shit into a smoothie so I didn’t have to cook for the rest of the day.”

“That was one time! I’m a changed person now, love.”

"Whatever you say, babe."

You giggled softly and Yoongi huffed into your shoulder before he placed a soft kiss against your naked skin.

"You just can't admit that I'm a better cook than you."

You rolled your eyes at his words and turned your head slightly in an attempt to look at him. You could just about see his tired eyes that were closed shut.

"Fine. Next time we're both free, we're making tanghulu."

A lazy smile tugged at the corners of Yoongi's lips as his eyes scrunched into crescent moons.

"You were just waiting for an excuse to make tanghulu, weren't you?"

You hummed in response. You had mentioned the sweet snacks to him frequently, sending him numerous videos with recipes on how to make them.

"Yep. And you fell right into my trap," you giggled. You felt as Yoongi's body shook with airy laughter behind you.

"Ah, you're so annoying."

"You love me anyway," you said with a grin.

"I know," he whispered. He brushed aside your hair to press a kiss onto your temple and drifted off into a peaceful slumber within a few minutes.

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In all honesty, Yoongi had completely forgotten about your agreement. He had thought you would too, as you were both too giddy and drunk on sex.

But when you arrived home after work the next day with a bag full of ingredients, the only words that stumbled from Yoongi’s mouth were to ask you why you hadn’t used his card to buy everything.

“It’s fine, I had cash on me,” you say, swatting away his words as you place the bag onto the marble countertops.

“Still.” Yoongi’s eyes watch your movements as you begin arranging all of the ingredients into different plates and bowls. 

“Babe, it’s not like I’m poor or something. Plus, I’m the one forcing you to do this.”

A sly smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you look back at him, and he playfully rolls his eyes before making his way over to you.

"Are you sure you don't want to rest or something? You just came back from work," he says as you start cutting the leaves of the strawberries off.

"Mhm, I’m sure. Can you get the small pot for me? The one we used for ramen yesterday."

Yoongi obliges and places the pot on the stove. You take the bowl of strawberries and bring it under the sink to rinse them. 

It wasn’t often that you would eat strawberries, always complaining about the millions of bugs within them. So when you did decide to have them, you made sure that they were squeaky clean even though it took more time. Yoongi thought they tasted the same either way, but never complained about your antics. 

During the early stages of your relationship, you both rarely got to spend time with each other, whether it was due to his work life or your college classes. Your preferences and quirks meant that a few extra minutes could be spent in your presence, so it didn't bother him in the least.

He moves to the rest of the ingredients and spots three tangerines lying together in a glass bowl.

"You got tangerines?" he asks, taking one into his hands. He throws it into the air like a tennis ball and catches it with ease.

You nod eagerly, a smile plastered onto your face as you look up at him.

"You love them so I wanted to try them out along with the strawberries and grapes. If we end up not liking it, you can have the rest."

Yoongi simply smiles as you bring the freshly cleaned strawberries back to the counter, a familiar, warm feeling tugging at his heartstrings.

He listens to the recipe you read off from your phone and places half a cup of sugar into the pot of water to melt before making his way behind you. He wraps his arms around you and lightly squeezes your body.

He had missed the warmth of your skin against his, and the light smell of your signature perfume. He had even missed the way your voice melodically bounced off the walls of his usually silent home.

Was he being dramatic about you being gone for nine hours? Yes. Was he going to stop? No.

"How was work?"

He places a kiss against your neck before moving his head down to rest on your shoulder, his narrow eyes watching you work carefully. 

"Good. A kid called me mom today and it was literally the cutest thing!"

He laughs softly as you place the knife down and bring your hands to your heart to emphasise your point.

"Mhm, that is cute."

A beat of silence passes before he whispers into your ear.

"I missed you."

It's embarrassing how fast the heat rises to your cheeks at his words, even after this many years of being together.

"I missed you too."

By the time you finish peeling the tangerines, cutting the strawberries and plucking the grapes off their stems, the sugar has fully melted. It would've taken half the time if you had an extra pair of helping hands, but you didn't want Yoongi's arms to move from where they rested around your waist.

Unfortunately, he's forced to peel away from your body as you lower the heat of the thick syrup and begin pushing the pieces of fruit onto skewers.

You playfully scold Yoongi whenever you catch him plopping one into his mouth before asking him to feed you one too.

"We need to stop, or there's gonna be none left by the end," Yoongi says, and you sigh in agreement.

Still, you sneak a slice of tangerine into your mouth, simply placing a peck on Yoongi's lips when he catches you.

In a few minutes, you have two plates filled with multicoloured fruits on skewers ready to be dipped.

You work carefully with the sugar syrup, and you’re surprised at how well the first few pieces turn out. 

"See, I told you! I'm just such an amazing cook," you say, waving the freshly coated skewer in front of him.

"This isn’t even that hard. Here, let me try."

Yoongi moves you to the side and takes a skewer. He tilts the pot to the side and rolls the fruits into the syrup, thickly coating it. He then puts it into a bowl of ice water for it to cool and begins working on the next one.

This time, however? he happens to reach too far into the pot and manages to dip the tip of his finger straight into the melted sugar. 

The hot substance takes a few seconds to do damage, giving Yoongi enough time to place the skewer into the water before swiftly pulling back his hand.

"Shit."

He wipes off the hardening liquid onto a small towel, but it leaves his skin red and angry.

"Babe, I told you to be careful! Are you OK?"

You step towards him and take his hand into yours. It wasn't serious, but there was now a tiny bump forming on the pad of his index finger.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It isn't even that big, see?"

"And? You still burned yourself," you huff.

Without another word, you look through the cabinets to find the burn ointment you had bought months ago as Yoongi protests.

"Seriously, love, it's fine. It doesn't hurt or anything."

"Still."

You successfully locate the ointment within your medicine box. You never really knew why Yoongi kept it in the kitchen, but his actions had proved useful.

You unscrew the cap and apply the tiniest amount onto his finger. He winces as you rub it into his skin, and you whisper an apology.

"There. Now, you've been fired as my co-chef and this also clarifies that I am clearly the better cook."

"That's not fair!"

"Sucks," you say with a shrug of your shoulders as you place the burn ointment back where you had found it.

Yoongi rolls his eyes with a playful scowl and moves to sit on the counter as you work on finishing the rest of the fruits.

Soon enough, the two plates are filled with fruits on skewers with a glassy finish to them. You watch a video to make sure you clean the pot of melted sugar properly and Yoongi offers to clean the rest of the kitchen up as you do so.

You reluctantly agree after seeing that his burn was starting to look less angry. After cleaning the pot and leaving it in the sink with a few other dishes from earlier in the day, you prop yourself onto the counter.

Yoongi finds himself standing between your legs not even a minute later, and you watch eagerly as you give him the first taste test.

His eyebrows scrunch together as he evaluates the taste, clearly taking his job very seriously.

"So?"

"Damn. That's really good. Have a bite."

You smile widely, proud of your work. He points the rest of the skewer at you, but you bring your lips to his and use your tongue to swipe the sugar from his lips. 

"You're right, it is good!"

You smile at the blush that creeps across his pale skin as he takes another bite, failing to hide his timid smile.

You both manage to eat around four skewers worth of fruit, sharing each one between you. Yoongi sneaks kisses against your cheeks and jaw after every few bites, enjoying how he left you a little flustered after each one.

"You're gonna get my face sticky with the sugar," you complain, though you both know you don't want him to stop.

"I'll just lick the stickiness off," he says with a shrug.

"Ew, you're disgusting."

He laughs at the whine in your voice, placing another kiss on the corner of your lips.

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbles, moving his mouth down onto your neck.

You tilt your neck to give him better access, stealing another skewer as you do so.

"Don't leave any marks, I have school tomorrow."

"The kids won't even know what they are," he mumbles, moving his tongue to gently graze your skin.

"Yeah they will! Kids are very modern nowadays, and there's only so many times I can say I burned myself with my curling iron."

Yoongi smiles against your neck and you leave the skewer in your hand to be forgotten on the counter. Your hands find their way into his grown-out locks, and you gently tug at the roots.

You bring his head back to meet your lips again, and the taste of melted sugar on his tongue drives you insane. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in even closer.

You find yourself smiling against him as his hands move up to cup your cheeks.

If this was how every cooking session ended between you, Yoongi wouldn't mind being called a bad cook as much.

healing touches | myg

summary. sometimes, your boyfriend's tender touches and caring actions help heal your fragile state faster than any medication.

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pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship au

word count: 2.2k

content: yoongi comes home to find you sick / he makes you food / reader can't help but fall asleep literally everywhere / yoongi loves you too much 😪😪

warnings: very brief mentions of passing out

a/n: im a slut for sick fics and i couldn't find many yoongi ones so i decided to just write one 😋 if anyone has any ideas for fluffy or suggestive yoongi drabbles feel free to drop them in my asks 🙏🙏

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"I'm home!"

Yoongi's voice echoes through the house and he furrows his eyebrows at the lack of response to his words.

Usually, he would meet you at the lobby of your shared apartment on weekdays, as you would often stay back to grade a few assignments or prepare for the next day. On the days he didn't meet you, he would hear your footsteps as you made your way to greet him, or some sort of noise to prove that you were busy doing something.

But today, there was nothing but silence. Yoongi shrugs it off. You probably just lost track of time.

He makes his way into the living room and places the keys onto the small key holder on the wall.

He begins to remove his jacket but his actions still when he finds you sitting on the couch, a large blanket completely wrapped around you. The TV in front of you was on, but the sound was barely audible and your head was turned away from whatever you had put on to rest against the leather sofa.

Yoongi folds his jacket over his arm as he makes his way over to you.

"Did you get back from work early today?" He asks, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You groan softly as you stir, slowly moving your head up to look at him through squinted eyes. You were going to whine about how he had disturbed your sleep, but decide against it. Complaining needed energy, energy that you currently lacked.

"Didn't go today. Called in sick."

A bead of sweat rolls down your temple and you begin to move out of the warm confinements of your blanket. Yoongi quirks an eyebrow at you, reaching out his hand to place it against your forehead.

You didn't have a fever, but your words came out dry and broken and there was a clear flush to your cheeks.

"Why didn't you tell me? Are you still feeling sick?"

You nod softly and move the blanket to the opposite end of the couch. You cringe at how your top sticks to your body from the sweat coating your skin.

"I just had a headache in the morning so I didn't think much of it. But after you left, I was like cold all of a sudden so I used the thermometer and it said I had a fever."

You leave out the part where you almost fainted in the bathroom as you changed back into your pyjamas after calling in sick, not wanting to worry your already worried boyfriend.

"You should've called me, I would've left work in a heartbeat," he says as he presses his lips against your forehead.

You ignore the way your heart flutters at his words, failing to bite back a smile.

"It wasn't even that bad, don't worry. Plus, I'm pretty sure the fever pretty soon after. I just fell asleep on the couch."

"Still. Did you take any medicine?"

"Yeah, I took some painkillers for the headache."

You notice how dry your voice is in your throat, wincing at the pain when you try to swallow.

"Did it help?"

"Not really, but I'm fine now so."

Yoongi places his jacket on the couch and makes his way to the medicine box he had placed in one of the kitchen cabinets, having to look through each one before finding it. He takes two tablets and brings them over to you along with a glass of water.

"I'm fine now, babe, seriously," you mumble, reluctantly taking the tablets and the glass from his hands.

"I don't wanna take any chances, love. Drink up."

He watches you as you tip the glass over your mouth and gulp down its contents. You hand it back over to him with a small sigh, and he places it down on the coffee table.

Your eyes scan over Yoongi's body. He's wearing a simple black hoodie, the one you steal from him the most because of how comfy the fabric is.

You reach out your arms invitingly, wanting nothing more than to melt in his arms after not seeing him the entire day.

"I don't wanna get you more sick though," he says, tilting his head as he runs his hands through his grown-out hair.

A small pout forms on your lips and you throw him a scowl.

"I'll get more sick and die right now if you don't cuddle me."

Yoongi laughs at your words. His gums are on display and his eyes crinkle into crescent moons.

"So dramatic," he mumbles.

The leather beside you sinks beneath his weight as he sits down and you instantly wrap yourself around him. His body radiates warmth and you throw one leg over his lap, snuggling your head closer into his chest.

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You don't quite remember falling asleep, but when your eyes flutter open, the sunlight in the room is replaced by blue rays emitting from the TV.

Goosebumps erupt across your back and you slightly shiver. The space beside you is empty, Yoongi is no longer there to provide you with any heat.

You blame the moody weather for the chills you feel across your body. You were starting to regret throwing away the patterned blanket a few hours earlier, desperately craving the warmth it had enveloped you with.

A few minutes go by and the only thing on your mind is how you were going to die of hypothermia any minute now. You had closed your eyes in hopes of falling asleep again, but your actions went in vain.

You let out a small groan as you turn your head to try to spot the blanket, trickles of pain erupting from your neck.

The fabric sat just out of your reach, and it seemed to mock your weak attempts at attempting to grab it.

You give up fairly quickly and resort to sitting completely still, trying to dull the ache that pulses through your limbs.

You hadn't been this sick in months and you felt as if this was the universe's way of reminding you how miserable it was.

"You OK?"

Yoongi's voice is deep and you look up to see him standing at the doorway to the living room carrying a plastic bag in one hand.

He throws his keys onto the counter and they hit the marble loudly.

His eyes squint against the harsh light of the TV as he sets down the bag and moves towards you.

"Yeah, I was just tryna get the blanket. Where were you?"

He brushes away a few strands of your hair before resting his hand against your forehead.

"Shit, you're burning up. I don't think a blanket is a good idea, love," he says.

"But it's freezinggg."

Your words come out as a small whine. Yoongi's eyes shift between you and the blanket, weighing out both options.

"How about you go to the bedroom and I can put a wet towel on your head, so you cool down while also being under the duvet?"

You practically shiver at the idea of a cold towel against your skin.

"Fine."

Yoongi reaches out his hand and you hold onto it as you stand up. It takes more energy than anticipated and you wince at the throb of pain in your legs.

"Where were you?" You repeat.

"Oh right. I was gonna make you rice porridge so I needed to get some stuff. Apparently it's great for when you're feeling sick."

You smile at your boyfriend and place a small kiss on his cheek.

"Thanks, baby."

"Mhm, no problem." Yoongi's grateful for the dim lighting of the room so that you don't have the satisfaction of seeing the blush that taints his cheeks.

"I'll bring it to the bedroom, you go lie down."

You nod before slowly making your way to the bedroom as Yoongi moves into the kitchen.

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By the time Yoongi comes into the room with a bowl in his hand, you're fast asleep again.

You lie completely curled up and covered by the blankets. Your cheeks are flushed from the incredible warmth you are putting your body through.

Yoongi sits down on the mattress carefully, not wanting to disrupt your peace.

"Wake up, love. Your food's ready."

"Not hungry," you mumble, bringing your knees closer to your body.

"You're not gonna get any better if you stay hungry."

You huff and reluctantly stretch out your limbs. With great effort, you lazily sit up against the headboard of the bed.

Yoongi takes a spoonful of the rice porridge and brings it to your lips. You take a mouthful and swallow it down eagerly.

"Not hungry my ass," Yoongi says with an accusing stare and you laugh.

You can't shake off the warm feeling that fills your heart at the domestics of the entire scene at hand as you take another large bite.

You end up eating the entire bowl but decide against asking for seconds. The need to sleep was stronger than anything else right now.

Yoongi leaves the room to put the bowl back and bring you a wet towel. He returns to find you sleeping again.

Your body must be exhausted from fighting whatever sickness had overtaken you for you to be sleeping this much.

He gently places the towel over your forehead, pressing it down so that it doesn't slip off onto the mattress.

Your brows furrow at his actions but you don't wake up. His hand reaches out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, mumbling under his breath.

"Pretty."

Yoongi never thought he would find the one. He believed in love, but the idea of finding someone he could think of as home always seemed too unrealistic, a mere fantasy he would sometimes use for inspiration in his lyrics.

He never thought that the simple thought of someone could brighten his day. Until he met you.

You were chaotic and quiet and everything in between. Someone people could talk to comfortably and freely, someone open-minded and thoughtful.

Everyone seemed to love you, which is why it confused Yoongi whenever you would get flustered at the compliments that fell from his lips.

He thought you would have been used to it. He didn't know how someone could talk to you without showering you with compliments.

When he had told you this one night during the first few months of your friendship—before you started dating—you had laughed, confessing how you rarely ever got compliments. Yoongi still remembers how he had stood there dumbfounded.

Ever since that night, he had made a vow to shower you with compliments.

However, the words soon turned into a habit. They weren't any less truthful, but he found himself whispering them to you even while you were out of earshot or while you slept, like now.

Yoongi stays by your side for a minute longer, simply admiring the way the lamp on your nightstand illuminates your features with its faint glow.

Eventually, he stands up, only to feel your hand grab his before he can take a step.

Your grip is loose and your eyes are still closed, but you lightly tug at the sleeve of his hoodie and he finds himself returning to your side.

"Can you get me the blanket from the living room?"

Exhaustion laces your words despite the numerous naps you had taken throughout the day.

"Aren't you warm enough? I dont want you to have a heatstroke or something."

"I won't, I swear. Please?"

How can Yoongi say no when your voice comes out so fragile and your grip is so gentle. Fuck, you truly did have him wrapped around your finger.

"Fine."

You smile and Yoongi feels his heart skip multiple beats.

Your hand drops from his top and Yoongi retrieves your treasured blanket in less than a minute.

He drapes it over your figure, placing a kiss on your nose as he does so. He fights the urge to immediately slip into the bed beside you, not wanting your sickness to worsen from whatever his clothes may have contracted over the day.

He lazily strips himself and changes into the first pair of sweatpants he sees. He also takes off the wet towel from your forehead, wiping down your face and neck with it before folding it and placing it onto the nightstand.

Finally, he climbs under the duvet beside you. Your body instinctively turns to face his.

Yoongi doesn't expect to feel your lips on his cheek.

"Thank you. I really don't deserve you," you whisper. You drape an arm across his chest and roll onto your stomach, letting out a small moan of pain as you do so.

"You do, baby."

You deserve a lot more than just him taking care of you. You deserve the world itself in your hands and Yoongi knows that if you were to ever ask, he would give it to you in a heartbeat. He would give you the world and so much more.

He leans over your body to switch off the lamp.

"I love you," you whisper, a small yet content smile drawn on your face.

"I love you too."

Healing Touches

Sometimes, your boyfriend's tender touches and caring actions help heal your fragile state faster than any medication.

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pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship au

word count: 2.2k

summary: yoongi comes home to find you sick / he makes you food / reader can't help but fall asleep literally everywhere / yoongi loves you too much 😪😪

warning: very brief mentions of passing out

notes: im a slut for sick fics and i couldn't find many yoongi ones so i decided to just write one 😋 if anyone has any ideas for fluffy or suggestive yoongi drabbles feel free to drop them in my asks 🙏🙏

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"I'm home!"

Yoongi's voice echoes through the house and he furrows his eyebrows at the lack of response to his words.

Usually, he would meet you at the lobby of your shared apartment on weekdays, as you would often stay back to grade a few assignments or prepare for the next day. On the days he didn't meet you, he would hear your footsteps as you made your way to greet him, or some sort of noise to prove that you were busy doing something.

But today, there was nothing but silence. Yoongi shrugs it off. You probably just lost track of time.

He makes his way into the living room and places the keys onto the small key holder on the wall.

He begins to remove his jacket but his actions still when he finds you sitting on the couch, a large blanket completely wrapped around you. The TV in front of you was on, but the sound was barely audible and your head was turned away from whatever you had put on to rest against the leather sofa.

Yoongi folds his jacket over his arm as he makes his way over to you.

"Did you get back from work early today?" He asks, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You groan softly as you stir, slowly moving your head up to look at him through squinted eyes. You were going to whine about how he had disturbed your sleep, but decide against it. Complaining needed energy, energy that you currently lacked.

"Didn't go today. Called in sick."

A bead of sweat rolls down your temple and you begin to move out of the warm confinements of your blanket. Yoongi quirks an eyebrow at you, reaching out his hand to place it against your forehead.

You didn't have a fever, but your words came out dry and broken and there was a clear flush to your cheeks.

"Why didn't you tell me? Are you still feeling sick?"

You nod softly and move the blanket to the opposite end of the couch. You cringe at how your top sticks to your body from the sweat coating your skin.

"I just had a headache in the morning so I didn't think much of it. But after you left, I was like cold all of a sudden so I used the thermometer and it said I had a fever."

You leave out the part where you almost fainted in the bathroom as you changed back into your pyjamas after calling in sick, not wanting to worry your already worried boyfriend.

"You should've called me, I would've left work in a heartbeat," he says as he presses his lips against your forehead.

You ignore the way your heart flutters at his words, failing to bite back a smile.

"It wasn't even that bad, don't worry. Plus, I'm pretty sure the fever pretty soon after. I just fell asleep on the couch."

"Still. Did you take any medicine?"

"Yeah, I took some painkillers for the headache."

You notice how dry your voice is in your throat, wincing at the pain when you try to swallow.

"Did it help?"

"Not really, but I'm fine now so."

Yoongi places his jacket on the couch and makes his way to the medicine box he had placed in one of the kitchen cabinets, having to look through each one before finding it. He takes two tablets and brings them over to you along with a glass of water.

"I'm fine now, babe, seriously," you mumble, reluctantly taking the tablets and the glass from his hands.

"I don't wanna take any chances, love. Drink up."

He watches you as you tip the glass over your mouth and gulp down its contents. You hand it back over to him with a small sigh, and he places it down on the coffee table.

Your eyes scan over Yoongi's body. He's wearing a simple black hoodie, the one you steal from him the most because of how comfy the fabric is.

You reach out your arms invitingly, wanting nothing more than to melt in his arms after not seeing him the entire day.

"I don't wanna get you more sick though," he says, tilting his head as he runs his hands through his grown-out hair.

A small pout forms on your lips and you throw him a scowl.

"I'll get more sick and die right now if you don't cuddle me."

Yoongi laughs at your words. His gums are on display and his eyes crinkle into crescent moons.

"So dramatic," he mumbles.

The leather beside you sinks beneath his weight as he sits down and you instantly wrap yourself around him. His body radiates warmth and you throw one leg over his lap, snuggling your head closer into his chest.

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You don't quite remember falling asleep, but when your eyes flutter open, the sunlight in the room is replaced by blue rays emitting from the TV.

Goosebumps erupt across your back and you slightly shiver. The space beside you is empty, Yoongi is no longer there to provide you with any heat.

You blame the moody weather for the chills you feel across your body. You were starting to regret throwing away the patterned blanket a few hours earlier, desperately craving the warmth it had enveloped you with.

A few minutes go by and the only thing on your mind is how you were going to die of hyperthermia any minute now. You had closed your eyes in hopes of falling asleep again, but your actions went in vain.

You let out a small groan as you turn your head to try to spot the blanket, trickles of pain erupting from your neck.

The fabric sat just out of your reach, and it seemed to mock your weak attempts at attempting to grab it.

You give up fairly quickly and resort to sitting completely still, trying to dull the ache that pulses through your limbs.

You hadn't been this sick in months and you felt as if this was the universe's way of reminding you how miserable it was.

"You OK?"

Yoongi's voice is deep and you look up to see him standing at the doorway to the living room carrying a plastic bag in one hand.

He throws his keys onto the counter and they hit the marble loudly.

His eyes squint against the harsh light of the TV as he sets down the bag and moves towards you.

"Yeah, I was just tryna get the blanket. Where were you?"

He brushes away a few strands of your hair before resting his hand against your forehead.

"Shit, you're burning up. I don't think a blanket is a good idea, love," he says.

"But it's freezinggg."

Your words come out as a small whine. Yoongi's eyes shift between you and the blanket, weighing out both options.

"How about you go to the bedroom and I can put a wet towel on your head, so you cool down while also being under the duvet?"

You practically shiver at the idea of a cold towel against your skin.

"Fine."

Yoongi reaches out his hand and you hold onto it as you stand up. It takes more energy than anticipated and you wince at the throb of pain in your legs.

"Where were you?" You repeat.

"Oh right. I was gonna make you rice porridge so I needed to get some stuff. Apparently it's great for when you're feeling sick."

You smile at your boyfriend and place a small kiss on his cheek.

"Thanks, baby."

"Mhm, no problem." Yoongi's grateful for the dim lighting of the room so that you don't have the satisfaction of seeing the blush that taints his cheeks.

"I'll bring it to the bedroom, you go lie down."

You nod before slowly making your way to the bedroom as Yoongi moves into the kitchen.

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By the time Yoongi comes into the room with a bowl in his hand, you're fast asleep again.

You lie completely curled up and covered by the blankets. Your cheeks are flushed from the incredible warmth you are putting your body through.

Yoongi sits down on the mattress carefully, not wanting to disrupt your peace.

"Wake up, love. Your food's ready."

"Not hungry," you mumble, bringing your knees closer to your body.

"You're not gonna get any better if you stay hungry."

You huff and reluctantly stretch out your limbs. With great effort, you lazily sit up against the headboard of the bed.

Yoongi takes a spoonful of the rice porridge and brings it to your lips. You take a mouthful and swallow it down eagerly.

"Not hungry my ass," Yoongi says with an accusing stare and you laugh.

You can't shake off the warm feeling that fills your heart at the domestics of the entire scene at hand as you take another large bite.

You end up eating the entire bowl but decide against asking for seconds. The need to sleep was stronger than anything else right now.

Yoongi leaves the room to put the bowl back and bring you a wet towel. He returns to find you sleeping again.

Your body must be exhausted from fighting whatever sickness had overtaken you for you to be sleeping this much.

He gently places the towel over your forehead, pressing it down so that it doesn't slip off onto the mattress.

Your brows furrow at his actions but you don't wake up. His hand reaches out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, mumbling under his breath.

"Pretty."

Yoongi never thought he would find the one. He believed in love, but the idea of finding someone he could think of as home always seemed too unrealistic, a mere fantasy he would sometimes use for inspiration in his lyrics.

He never thought that the simple thought of someone could brighten his day. Until he met you.

You were chaotic and quiet and everything in between. Someone people could talk to comfortably and freely, someone open-minded and thoughtful.

Everyone seemed to love you, which is why it confused Yoongi whenever you would get flustered at the compliments that fell from his lips.

He thought you would have been used to it. He didn't know how someone could talk to you without showering you with compliments.

When he had told you this one night during the first few months of your friendship—before you started dating—you had laughed, confessing how you rarely ever got compliments. Yoongi still remembers how he had stood there dumbfounded.

Ever since that night, he had made a vow to shower you with compliments.

However, the words soon turned into a habit. They weren't any less truthful, but he found himself whispering them to you even while you were out of earshot or while you slept, like now.

Yoongi stays by your side for a minute longer, simply admiring the way the lamp on your nightstand illuminates your features with its faint glow.

Eventually, he stands up, only to feel your hand grab his before he can take a step.

Your grip is loose and your eyes are still closed, but you lightly tug at the sleeve of his hoodie and he finds himself returning to your side.

"Can you get me the blanket from the living room?"

Exhaustion laces your words despite the numerous naps you had taken throughout the day.

"Aren't you warm enough? I dont want you to have a heatstroke or something."

"I won't, I swear. Please?"

How can Yoongi say no when your voice comes out so fragile and your grip is so gentle. Fuck, you truly did have him wrapped around your finger.

"Fine."

You smile and Yoongi feels his heart skip multiple beats.

Your hand drops from his top and Yoongi retrieves your treasured blanket in less than a minute.

He drapes it over your figure, placing a kiss on your nose as he does so. He fights the urge to immediately slip into the bed beside you, not wanting your sickness to worsen from whatever his clothes may have contracted over the day.

He lazily strips himself and changes into the first pair of sweatpants he sees. He also takes off the wet towel from your forehead, wiping down your face and neck with it before folding it and placing it onto the nightstand.

Finally, he climbs under the duvet beside you. Your body instinctively turns to face his.

Yoongi doesn't expect to feel your lips on his cheek.

"Thank you. I really don't deserve you," you whisper. You drape an arm across his chest and roll onto your stomach, letting out a small moan of pain as you do so.

"You do, baby."

You deserve a lot more than just him taking care of you. You deserve the world itself in your hands and Yoongi knows that if you were to ever ask, he would give it to you in a heartbeat. He would give you the world and so much more.

He leans over your body to switch off the lamp.

"I love you," you whisper, a small yet content smile drawn on your face.

"I love you too."

accidental meetings | myg

summary. navigating through awkward apologies and shared meals with your cute neighbour may promise more than just an unlikely friendship.

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pairing: yoongi x f!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: alcohol consumption

a/n: (this note has been edited) this was supposed to be oneshot and it ended up being apart of a mini-series…idk how we got here, but here we are :> hope you guys enjoy reading!!

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Your knuckles rapped against the door rhythmically for the second time.

Your eyes were unfocused and blurry and you could barely stand properly, having to hold onto the wall to prevent yourself from stumbling.

Everyone knew that going out to drink on an empty stomach was a bad idea. The lack of food had let the alcohol take its effect on you much sooner than you had anticipated, and your stomach lowly grumbled at the lack of food.

But when Maya—your roommate—had eagerly dragged you out of your dorm as soon as you returned from dropping all of your study materials back at the library, you didn't have the heart to say no.

A part of you also wanted to celebrate the end of your exams differently. Usually, the end of exam season meant catching up on all the shows you sacrificed watching to study. But going out for drinking also seemed fun.

You regretted your decision the moment Maya abruptly left the club with a random tatted-up guy, leaving you alone amidst the sea of drunk strangers and sweaty bodies. You too, left soon after, not wanting to deal with any creeps that could sour your happy mood.

How you managed to get home in one piece, you weren't sure. You were sure, however, that you had paid the taxi driver double the amount that was due. The overwhelming need to fall into the comforts of your bed seemed to have dulled your thinking, which is why your only annoyance grew with every second that you spent outside your dorm, waiting for Ari—your other roommate—to let you inside.

"Yah, Ari! Let me in you freak!"

You brought your hand up to knock again when the door swung open.

"Fuck's sake, Ari, thought you—hic—thought you were gonna lock me out forev-."

Your slurred words are cut short when your gaze is lifted from the ground to the man who stood in front of you.

His hand rubbed at his eye while his other roughly ran through his hair in an attempt to tame the dark, tousled locks. He stared at you with furrowed brows.

You tilted your head to the side and squinted your eyes.

"Did you shape-shift or something? What's up with yo—hic—your hair?"

You stepped closer to the stranger and reached out your hand when it dawned on you, hands freezing a few centimetres in front of his hair.

"Shit. You're not Ari, are you?"

The stranger shook his head.

"No, sorry. I think you got the wrong apartment."

His voice was deep and hoarse, still laced with sleep. You felt a pang of guilt in your stomach for waking him up in the middle of the night.

"But the door says seventeen though?"

You blinked blankly at him and another small hiccup escaped you as he looked up at the door. You followed his gaze to the bronze numbering which read seven and not seventeen.

"Shit, 'm so sorry for waking you up, I swear that it said seventeen, I'm really sorry."

Your hands came together in front of you as more apologies tumbled last your lips. Honestly, you barely knew what you were saying, but you felt your embarrassment taint your cheeks with a familiar warmth.

"It's fine, don't worry."

The man's words were awkward and you mumbled a final apology before you moved away. Your apartment was only ten doors down, but the carpeted hallway seemed to stretch out for an eternity. You couldn't deny the eerie feeling that clung to the cold lights and caused small goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

Fuck, you had seriously lost it.

You took a few steps with your hands dragging across the pale walls.

"Actually, do you want me to bring you down to your door?"

You look back to see the boy who had already closed his door behind him as he made his way to you. His skin was pale and it almost seemed to glow now that he had emerged from the shadows of his apartment.

Or maybe he was your guardian angel, and a ring of light was going to appear above his head. You were seriously considering the possibility. Why else would a random stranger be so kind to you?

"You really don't—hic—have, I've already disturbed you enough."

"I don't want to worry about you passing out in the hallway. I'm not sleepy anymore anyway, so it's fine."

You gave him an apologetic, timid smile.

"Thank you, uh-."

"Yoongi."

"Yoongi," you repeated. The words bounced off your tongue with ease.

You moved closer to him and ended up clinging to his arm instead of the walls. He lightly froze at your sudden touch but you don't notice.

Your steps are weak but you managed to get to your apartment with the help of his body that guided you.

Yoongi knocked on the door for you and Ari opened it within a few seconds.

"Ariiii!"

You tumbled into her hands and wrapped your arms around her in an uncomfortable embrace.

"Oh my God, ___?" Ari's eyes moved from you to the brunette who stood outside.

"Thank you so much! I'm very sorry if they said something," Ari said, offering the man an apologetic smile.

"No worries, it's fine." His hands rubbed against the back of his neck softly. "Have a good night."

"You too."

She closed the door sharply and Yoongi heard her voice scolding you as you simply giggled. He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked back to his apartment, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

He knew that he had seen you before—you were too memorable for him to forget. But to his frustration, he couldn’t exactly place when and where.

A small sigh left his lips as he knocked on his door. Leaving his keys inside wasn't ideal and he hoped that Jungkook would wake up to his knocks and let him in. However, he couldn't bring himself to regret walking you down the hallway or blame you for possibly being stuck outside for the rest of the night.

Instead, he found himself wishing to meet you again.

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The elevator doors opened smoothly and you stepped outside, heaving a heavy bag of groceries in your arms. You supported the bottom of the thin plastic, begging the universe to not curse you and cause the plastic to rip a few doors away from your apartment. 

It had happened before and you still remembered the awkwardness in the air as you scrambled to grab a pack of pads as a group of boys walked past.

You scrunched up your nose and squeezed your eyes as the memory brought waves of embarrassment to course through you. You shook off the feeling as you began to walk along the empty hallway.

Except, it wasn’t exactly empty. Your eyes fell on a boy who sat crouched on the floor with his back against the wall. His dark hair fell in loose waves over his forehead and you noticed a silver earring that lightly glistened on one of his ears. You were sure that if it weren’t for the plaid, red shirt he wore, you would have missed his presence completely.

You unknowingly tilted your head to the side. His features were oddly familiar, from the curve of his nose to the shape of his narrow eyes and his plump bottom lip. 

He was pretty, you wouldn’t deny that. Even with the defeated look on his face.

As you got closer to his figure, realisation dawned on you. This was the guy who helped you to your apartment less than a few days ago.

You felt your cheeks turn warm.

You would’ve speed-walked to your apartment to avoid another possibly embarrassing encounter if it weren’t for the fact that his eyes had already met yours.

His eyebrows rose slightly in recognition and he immediately pushed himself to his feet and cleared his throat awkwardly.

You lick your lips before giving him a small smile. It was already too late to try and pretend you hadn’t seen him, so you went with the only option you had left; to walk over to him.

“Hi,” you said, keeping a smile on your face.

“Uh- hi.”

You had never wished for the ground to swallow you up more than you did at that moment. You were usually good with making awkward atmospheres comfortable, and you had no idea why your brain seemed to be malfunctioning.

“Yoongi, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think I ever got a chance to apologise to you properly for waking you up that night. I genuinely am sorry, I usually know my limits with alcohol and I don’t know what happened that day,” you said with a dry chuckle. 

Yoongi’s eyes crinkle into a soft smile and you swore that you felt your heart skip a beat. 

“And thank you so so much for bringing me to my apartment, I swear I would’ve ended up sleeping in the middle of the hallway if it weren’t for you!”

“It was nothing, don’t worry.” Yoongi waved his arm in the air as if he were swatting away your words. “I’m glad that I was able to prevent you from sleeping in the hallway.”

You both laughed and you noticed the way his smile stretched out to reveal his gums.

“Oh, I don’t think I got a chance to introduce myself. I’m ___.”

You shifted your groceries to one arm as you outstretched your other. Yoongi took it, his grip soft as he shook your hand. The touch lingered for a few seconds longer than it should have and even as you pulled back, you felt the ghost of his skin on yours.

“So, uh- what are you doing sitting outside your apartment?”

“Ah, that-.” He brought his hand to rest against the back of his neck sheepishly. “-I kinda got locked out. I don’t bother taking the keys since my roommates are usually home, but they’re out today and none of them are picking up their phone.”

As he spoke, his eyes glanced down at his phone. You noticed the array of cracks that spread across the black screen, mimicking the intricate pattern of a cobweb.

“Oh, I think know how you can get in.”

You had learned the hack from an action book you had read a few years ago. As you placed down your bag of groceries against the wall and fished out your wallet, you hoped that the hack wasn’t something that only worked in movies and books.

You looked through your cards and picked out the first unimportant-looking one you found, which happened to be a voucher for the new restaurant that had opened a few blocks down from your apartment complex.

You stepped forward and slid the card into the crack of the door where the handle was as Yoongi watched in curiosity.

You pressed down the card. It took more strength than you anticipated, as the lock didn’t move an inch. You tried again and you felt Yoongi take a step closer to you.

You begged the universe to be on your side. The last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself in front of the only cute guy who had made an effort to talk to you.

“It’s fine, I can just wai-.”

The card slid down and a small click was heard as it pushed the lock back into the door.

“I can’t believe that worked,” you said, disbelief laced in your voice. However, the joy from your success was short-lived as the door opened up and your plastic card fell to the floor in small pieces.

“Oh my god, thank you so much, seriously.”

The excitement in Yoongi’s voice died down as soon as you turned back to look up at him with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“No problem.”

“I’m sorry about the card,” he said and it was your turn to swat away his apologies.

“Ah, it doesn’t matter. I owed you anyway. I guess we’re even now.”

Yoongi nodded and stepped inside. He picked up the pieces of plastic from the ground and handed it to you, noticing the broken lettering which he worked out to spell the name of the new restaurant that had opened up nearby.

You picked up your bag of groceries from the floor.

“Again, thank you. See you around,” he said with a small wave of his hand.

“Bye!” You mimicked the wave.

Yoongi couldn’t ignore the pang of guilt that twisted in his stomach as he watched you walk away. The restaurant wasn’t exactly fancy, but it was expensive enough for a college student. He softly shut the door and brought his bottom lip between his teeth in thought.

Maybe he could make it up to you.

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Yoongi was the last person you expected to be greeted by outside your door on a Tuesday evening. But there he stood, sporting a plain, white t-shirt under a denim jacket.

“Oh, hi! Was not expecting you,” you said. You didn’t realise how unwelcoming the words sounded until they tumbled from your lips, but Yoongi didn’t seem to catch on.

“Yeah, uh- Look, I couldn’t help but feel guilty that you broke your voucher tryna help me so I got you this as an apology.”

He held out a brown, paper bag in front of him and you realise that the lettering printed on it read the name of the restaurant. You caught a glimpse of the plastic packaging of takeaway which confirmed your suspicions.

“Yoongi, I couldn’t possibly take this. I helped you out because you helped me out, and the voucher wasn’t even that big of a deal, genuinely!”

You reached out your hand to push the bag towards him again, but his grip persisted.

“Please?”

The word fell from his lips softly, almost a whisper, and you felt your heart skip a few beats. His eyes fell on yours for a split second before he broke his gaze. You didn’t have it in you to reject his kind gesture, but at the same time, you felt guilty if you did accept it.

“What about we share it? That makes it fair, right?”

“I- I don’t know-.”

“Please?” You’re voice mimicked his tone from when he had spoked the exact same word. “I’ll feel too guilty if I just take it. My roommates are both out for the night, so we can eat it together if you want.”

Yoongi hesitated, but the idea of spending time with you felt nice.

“Okay.”

Your lips curled into a bright smile as you invited him inside. Yoongi waited for you to close and lock the door, and followed you as you led him to your kitchen. He placed the paper bag onto the smooth, marble countertop as you pulled out two plates from the white cabinets that stretched up to the ceiling.

You began to take out all the containers and spread them out over the counter.

“There’s so much bro, I would not have been able to finish this,” you said with a smile that Yoongi returned.

“I mean, you could’ve shared it with your roommates.”

“Mhm, I guess. I rather share it with you though.”

The tips of Yoongi’s ears turned pink as he let out a timid chuckle. Honestly, you didn’t know what gave you the confidence, but you enjoyed the reactions you garnered from the brunet boy.

He helped you as both of you filled your plates with food. The aroma that easily spread across the kitchen made your mouths water, and you dug in as soon as you brought over chopsticks and spoons for the two of you.

“Damnn, this is good,” you said with a moan of satisfaction. You brought your hand up to cover your mouth as you spoke and Yoongi hummed in agreement. His own eyes fluttered shut as he savoured the taste.

“So, what do you do?” You asked before putting another spoonful of food into your mouth.

“I’m in a band. That’s why I moved here, actually. The other members thought we’d be more productive if we all lived together but I’m starting to doubt that."

You chuckle. “A band? Damn, that’s so cool."

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders. “I mean it is and I love all the members and all but...it can get tiring sometimes, y’know.”

Even though you couldn’t exactly relate to him, you nodded understandingly with a hum.

“You should play me one of your songs!”

“Uh- no.”

You shot him a scowl at his immediate rejection of the idea.

“Whyy? I won’t judge, I swear.”

Yoongi closed his eyes with a playfully pained expression on his face as you practically begged him for a chance to listen to one of his songs.

“I’ll show it to you eventually. Maybe.”

“Yah! No maybes, you’re definitely showing it to me next time!”

Next time. Yoongi couldn’t wait for the next time he could see you again.

A smooth conversation ensued after you both had taken a few more bites of the food. You felt oddly comfortable in front of him. You didn’t feel the need to cover your mouth when you laughed or hold back on your words, didn’t feel the need to hide away any part of yourself.

You felt like you could be yourself, and the feeling was strange. It caused a tug of warmth in your heart.

Soon enough, both of you had scoffed most of the food. You began to store the rest of the takeaway in sealed bowls and Yoongi moved to the dishes in the sink.

“Ah, you can just leave them, I’ll do them later,” you said, but Yoongi washed them anyway. A part of you was grateful that he did, as washing the dishes was one of your least favourite chores.

You took the plates he had rinsed and placed them into the dishwasher. Silence filled the air, only broken by the quiet ticking of the clock that hung on your wall, but the atmosphere was far from tense or awkward. Neither of you felt the need to try to start a random conversation and simply focused on the tasks at hand.

“Thanks so much, for the food and the cleaning up. I really do appreciate it!” You said as you wiped your hands dry on a small cloth.

“It’s no problem, really.”

You opened the door for him as he slipped into his shoes.

“We need to actually go to the restaurant someday, get the full experience y’know?”

Yoongi smiled with a nod.

“We can arrange a day over the phone if you want?”

“I’d love that!”

Yoongi fished out his phone from the back pocket of his darkly coloured jeans in an instant and typed in your number as you called it out to him.

“See you soon, ___.”

“Byee.”

You gave a quick wave of your hand which he returned before he began walking back down to his apartment. You couldn’t hide the content smile on your face as closed the door, eagerly grabbing your phone from the counter.

Yoongi sent you a text less than a minute later, and you added his number to your contacts.

You too couldn’t wait for the next time.