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diaficrecs · 1 year ago

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Had to stop writing just to read this and omg

This hits so close to home. I mean, WHO DOESN'T GET WORKED UP over Yoongi's voice????!!!! Glad to see you back, btw. and that you're indulging my need for Yoongi too <333

relief | myg (m.)

pairing ⇢ yoongi x reader (hints of ot7)

genre/au ⇢ smut, fluff, idol!au, long time ??

summary ⇢ the nerves have been shaking Yoongi’s usual confidence while preparing for his first solo tour — what a relief that you’re here then.

wc & rating ⇢ 3k | 18+

warnings/content ⇢ dom/sub dynamics, grinding, protected sex, riding, emotional sex?, praise kink, groping, semi-clothed sex, size kink, breast play, temperature play, orgasm control, yoongi’s hands are everywhere help, aftercare, pillowtalk <3

a/n: it's been a year since yoong's tour kicked off so i wanna celebrate with this, along with my return here! never thought i'll do this cuz i don’t usually write nor read this au but he won again on the poll last year so here we are XD! this is mainly inspired by what i was feeling while watching the live stream of both his shows in the first city of his d-day tour! pretty divider by the amazing @cafekitsune <3

after the final song, you were just as surprised as the crowd around you. a faint chuckle leaves you at the way Yoongi ended his concert.

of course, you should've expected that he'll pull something like this.

“i’m so proud of you yoongs”

you greet him enthusiastically as soon as you spot him at the entrance of the hallways near his dressing room. he’s smiling so wide, reaching you at once with his airport-like walk like how he exited the stage quickly earlier.

you beam once he catches you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders despite how sweaty he is.

“it went well” he giggles lightly, caging you in his arms before grabbing your hand to bring you to the backstage area where you both can see the audience without being seen.

the gummy smile plastered on his face never wavered as he watches the fans dispersing outside and you have an inkling that it's reminding him of the world tours with the boys before.

“i told you it would” you whisper once he turns to you, leaning in to give him a peck but Yoongi’s hand reaches up to grab your neck, pulling you in to catch your lips once more and deepen the kiss.

a small whimper elicits from you, both from being needy and worry that any staff might see you both like this but Yoongi seems to not care. it must be the adrenaline and the whiskey combo he had during the concert cause his calloused hands start roaming your body.

a total opposite during soundcheck where he’s simply cuddling you while waiting during the delay that he almost fell asleep.

though Yoongi's performed in front of millions of people for a decade now, he still feels anxious since he’s doing this on his own and it’s been a long time since he met his fans in person. he was naturally nervous about this but you’ve been doing your best to support him so he's really grateful that you’re here.

teasing him earlier when he put those yellow sunglasses on while you rake your hand through his luscious locks thankfully helped ease his nerves.

"yeah yeah i saw the cat edit"

“you’re so cute”

a firm grab of your ass reminds you of where the two of you are, nudging Yoongi slightly to release you. both breathless from the kiss, he’s looking at you in bewilderment until you gestured him to the waiting staff who’s here to take his post-concert pictures.

“pics first”

he only answered with a pout after releasing you but he followed. you on the other hand couldn't look at the photographer as embarrassment floods you, immediately retreating to the dressing room to wait for Yoongi there.

grabbing another glass of Henny, you scroll through your phone for updates on what’s going on outside. you did sneak out earlier and lined up with fans to get some merch and talked to some of them because well, you are one of them.

loving the boys and their music is one thing you share in common.

after a while, the door opens, revealing a smiling Yoongi like he hadn’t been teasing you this whole time.

maybe that was part of his plan but you’ve been patiently waiting. it even came to the point where you can't wait to be all over him now that everything’s done for the night.

placing your empty glass of brandy on the small side table, you drop your phone on the couch before approaching Yoongi. he chuckles when you hastily drag him toward the couch before climbing on his lap.

he doesn’t mind really, knowing how needy you get after he performs like you were in the past. he might’ve unintentionally teased you like he does to everyone else but it's one of the things he loved about you.

how easily you get turned on in every little thing he and the others do but especially for this. knowing his voice can make you crumble instantly gives him that satisfaction that he didn’t know he had when he first met you.

“you’re worked up this much __?” he teases, hands situating themselves on both sides of your waist. “is it the black or white one?” he adds nonchalantly, pertaining to his outfits prior to the one he’s wearing right now.

“shut up, you know what your voice does to me” you whine impatiently, clutching the silver bone necklace around his neck before leaning in to kiss him again.

ah, the chain, another one that you love seeing on him. he'll always be fascinated with your favourites no matter how long you've been with them.

you deepened the kiss this time and Yoongi welcomed them with fervour. it’s his turn to get lost in the moment now that you’re needier than him. his ending fit riled you up this much that now you’re grinding yourself desperately on him but hey, he’s not complaining.

his hands smooth around your covered thighs after, lingering between the crease of your legs before he releases your lips.

“i’m surprised you’re wearing leggings, you hate it”

“it’s cold”

“explains the sweatshirt too” he muses, one hand tugging the baggy sleeve of your white tour sweatshirt with both his aliases on your chest.

his heart warms seeing it on you, the way you’re proudly wearing him even though this whole thing between you and them still remains a secret. his hands creep underneath your top, caressing your sides that hasten your roll against his crotch.

you lean in to kiss Yoongi once more but he grabs your sides, stopping you.

“want it off though” he whispers, the mischief in his eyes shifts to a demanding one.

his darkening orbs are looking straight into yours, making you squirm against him. you didn’t waste any time at once, taking off both your sweatshirt and your bra in a frenzy, much to Yoongi’s satisfaction.

you’d know with that cocky look resurfacing on his pretty face.

now that you’re bare in front of him, Yoongi can see your crotch rubbing along the top of his denim zippers. he could watch you like this, let you get off on your own until you cum like he’s done many times but he relents.

lately, he’s been so busy with the tour preparation that he missed seeing you this needy. he reaches down to cup your pussy, not surprised to find you drenched knowing how easy it is for you to get wet.

you squirm at his touch, trying to get more friction by rubbing your swollen clit on the buckle of his belt. he knows it's you silently wanting his fingers to help you get off but his hand abruptly leaves you.

frustration looms on your face, your lips turning into a frown but Yoongi grabs your body closer and instantly latches his mouth on your tits, earning a surprised shriek from you.

“yoongi!”

you didn’t mean to be loud but with how Yoong’s been licking your pebbled nipples and occasionally nibbling them, you’re starting to forget that there are still people outside the door who can hear you both.

one hand of yours takes a handful of his messy jet-black hair, pushing his face more into your chest. he groans and continues to nip around one tit while his other hand plays around your neglected breast.

kneading and pinching nonstop, you’re unable to hold in the whiny moans coming out of you as your other hand grips his shoulder. you’re relishing it, the rough feeling of callous fingers against your now-swollen nipples.

taking a glance down at Yoongi, you notice how wet he is. he's drenched in sweat but my fuck does he look even hotter when he does. his mouth releases your peppered breasts, opting to fondle your clothed pussy this time.

“don’t tell me you’ve been wet since the first song” he teases and you look away from his heated gaze. he got his answer when he felt your cunt twitch through your clothed core. rough pads of his fingers rub you faster, more of your slickness seeping through your leggings to his hands.

he was clad in all black earlier, one of your favourites so he wasn’t that surprised.

“yoongi..” you’re panting, almost begging him with the way you're gripping his hair and shoulders. you need him to do something, anything more than teasing at this point.

it surprises you when Yoongi grabs the empty glass of Henny that you put aside on the table earlier, taking the ice to his mouth and he’s back to assaulting your breasts. he rolls the ice cube with his tongue around your nipples, making you shiver at the cold and wet sensation.

you’re whimpering, legs shaking as the band on your lower abdomen threatens to snap with how Yoongi’s cold and wet fingertips fondling your core. the multiple stimulations are pushing you nearer to your orgasm. you’re not sure if he’s aware or not, if this was his plan all along.

“..oh fuck”

“hmm?”

“yoongi..i don’t.. wanna cum in this”

you cry, eyes mustering your neediest look towards him, hoping he’ll listen to your pleas. and Yoongi did, his hand leaving your drenched pussy and mouth releasing your breast. relief courses through you, smiling at him despite the uncomfy feeling of your leggings sticking to your core.

“of course, you don’t, always wanting to cream my cock”

he doesn’t say it in a mocking manner, the hint of adoration coming forward within his hooded eyes. you get off of him once his hands release you, quickly shimmying down your leggings while he unbuckles his baggy pants and boxers.

you didn’t miss him whipping out a condom from his front pocket, making you suspicious with your arms now crossed over your chest.

“and why-”

“you’re here and i did remember you love being fucked anywhere”

he answers right away and your face morphs in shame, arms sliding down to your elbows, revealing your breasts again to Yoongi.

you hate being paranoid like this though you know he’s always been prepared. and he’s right, you do love it when they fuck you anywhere they like whether it be on the venue, in their vans or in their hotel rooms.

it’s one of your favourites when you join them on tours before.

“yoon–..” you try but he beckons you closer and helps you back onto his lap, kissing you right away and ignoring your protests because he knew right away what you were gonna say.

“none of that hmm? lemme get you ready”

he took himself out and put on the condom already before his hands skitter around your inner thighs.

“no”

he quirks a brow at you, wanting to make sure if that's what you want. even though you’re stark naked figure’s been enticing him to just fuck it and ruin you like you’ve been begging for, he's been a pro at controlling himself to prepare you.

huffing before wrapping your hands around his neck, you squeeze his nape as an answer.

you just want him inside you and you don’t wanna wait anymore.

a smirk graces Yoongi's face at your impatience before helping your body up to grind on him again.

now rubbing your bare pussy against his dick, you enjoy watching him seethe with each friction. your hips circle until his swollen tip catches your entrance, pausing just to tease him. one of his hands scrambles to grip your hip and you chuckle before lifting yourself, grabbing his dick and lowering slowly.

“fuck,fuck,fuck”

you watch Yoongi close his eyes, a plethora of curses coming out from his mouth. you’re whimpering in return, pussy walls fluttering around him to try to accommodate his thick girth.

“big..fuck, yoongi” you cry, tears threatening to well in your eyes.

you love the feeling though and he knows it but Yoongi still tries to comfort you, roaming his veiny hands around your body till he reaches your breasts.

you start moving your hips slowly, planting your hands against his clothed chest as you try to take more of him. his hands fly on both sides of your waist, feline eyes also watching you while you’re slowly adjusting to him.

“more..” he grunts, prompting you to go faster as he tightens his grip on your waist. you try to roll your hips faster then deeper until you bottomed down.

pausing for a bit, you couldn’t help but lean in and whine against his clothed shoulder with how his cock’s filling you deliciously.

he has other plans though, releasing a deep groan after you unconsciously clenched around him. he starts fucking up to you, pouring all that adrenaline rush coursing through his bloodstream.

a loud moan escapes you when he finds that soft spot, causing you to pull back and again note the cocky smirk emerging on his handsome face.

“yoongi..fuck”

“shhhh”

he silences you with a finger on his puckered lips, hips bucking up to you faster while he repeatedly hits that spongy spot again.

you struggle but you wanna be good for him so you close your eyes and force yourself to keep your moans in. it results in you gasping instead, small whimpers still escaping you with how magnified everything feels.

“you listen really well baby” amusement laces Yoongi’s tone, eliciting deep moans after when you clamp around him with the praise. his groans spur you to ride him faster but you’re starting to feel the burn on your legs.

he must’ve felt you slowing down cause you found him grinning once you reopened your eyes. gritting your teeth, you dig your nails into Yoongi’s clothed shoulders and call his name in a whimper, biting your lip to hold back your release but his praise makes you crumble.

"yeah? come on __" he gauges you, kissing you at once to swallow the moans that you couldn’t keep in once you reach your peak.

he slows down his pace, letting you ride your own high as his mouth peppers your jaw then later your neck with kisses. his hands continue to caress your naked body until they reach down on your ass.

you let out a surprised yelp when he squeezes them hard, causing you to grip his damp hair once he starts fucking up to you again.

calling your name with a deep groan, you whimper by his ear in response as he chases his release. he’s relentless with his fucking, groping your ass nonstop until you feel him explode in the condom.

you do miss it when he fills you up but you both can’t risk anything while he’s still on tour.

“shit..” he chuckles after releasing you, pushing his hair back with a satisfied look on his face but it shortly disappears when he notices the small tears in your eyes.

“was i too rough?” he worries but you shake your head.

“you know i love it” you reply with a quick peck to his now perplexed face. he doesn’t say anything, waiting for you to continue.

“i just got emotional..you know”

a small smile of relief breaks into Yoongi’s face, stroking your naked back while you’re both coming down from your highs.

“i’m glad you’re here” he whispers, kissing your forehead. you don’t fucking know why you're suddenly emotional but it could be because of oxytocin flowing through you right now.

“the seesaw acoustic made me cry” you sniff, nuzzling Yoongi's clothed chest that’s a bit damp now, mixed with sweat and your tears but neither of you mind it.

“why? the lyrics still?”

he did remember you crying after hearing it for the first time years ago, the lyrics being the sole reason of it.

“it’s just.. i don’t know, it reminds me of when you guys were touring before” you admit, melancholy in your voice while you reminisce watching his solo performance during their last world tour as a group.

“thank you” he pauses, looking away from you. “for staying with us after all these years”. he takes your hand and plays with it as he says those words.

you adore this side of Yoongi and now you feel bad for doubting him earlier. meeting them years ago and staying this entire time meant a lot of hardships that you went through together with the rest of his members.

“i miss all of you together” you give Yoongi a quick peck on his heated cheeks before giggling, all the sadness gone at the sight of him blushing. he sits up right away and grabs your face to do the same on your lips before lifting your body off of him.

“you see each of them all the time more than i do, i’m jealous”

he gets up, pulling off the used rubber before picking up your clothes that he threw around earlier. he emerges in front of you after, wet wipes in his hand as he parts your sore legs.

“who knows, maybe me and Jimin will drop by”

he stops, letting out a snort and you raise a brow at him, mind suddenly alert to the possibility.

“he’s coming right?”

“idk babe” he’s got that teasing smile and you wanna cry.

“yoonggiiiii..”

“is this why you came here?”

“no”

you’re back to sulking because the boys won’t tell you anything either. it’s something they’ve all kept a secret cause even Jimin won’t budge earlier when you tried to get the answer from him during pillow talk.

however, Yoongi surprises you amidst your sulking when his head’s suddenly between your legs, licking up a stripe of your swollen folds, causing you to whine at the sensitivity.

he knows you’re tired so he stops your hand from grabbing his damp hair.

“later” he mutters, licking his glistened lips as he wipes your pussy.

you didn’t reply, still lying down on the couch while trying to put your bra, panties and leggings back on. getting up would be impossible so you wanna stay on the couch for a bit to cool down.

“i wanna surprise everyone okay? and you’re always on stan twitter”

he gives up, grinning at you with that adorable gummy smile before grabbing another glass of whiskey on the table.

then instead of wearing it back, you throw your merch shirt at him.

“YOU GET DEETS BECAUSE OF ME” you yell, earning a deep chuckle from Yoongi.

then he pulls out his phone and takes a picture of you, sending it to your group chat with a thumbs up caption. the others surprisingly replied immediately, with Jimin responding with a wink emoji.

oh they will pay for this.

e/n: it's been a long time lmao how are y'all? btw i wrote this during those two days and haven't opened it in almost a year now so 😂

#a: ressjeon #fic rec #group: bts #genre: smut #member: yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut

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diaficrecs · 2 years ago

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Reading this while I'm at the brink of a deadline for a new project really put things into perspective. I've yet to read anything that involves characters working in design business that felt so accurate and real.

Especially with this part:

Being in the industry as an architect/interior designer is one of the most soul-draining thankless jobs a person can come across.

Damn, that hits the right spot lol. Enemies to lovers trope is also a guilty pleasure of mine. The tension always gets me. Put Joon in the mix and he becomes the cherry on top. Thank you for writing this <3

May I drop a request for a drabble?

Oc and Namjoon hates each other's guts but they kind of (secretly) care for each other. Some enemies to lovers smut, please.

Hope you don't mind.

This has been really late in coming, but I wanted to do justice to an Enemies-To-Lovers trope. As it's the most easily abused trope in Fandom. Here goes...

A Creative Rivalry

Namjoon x Oc enemies to lovers

Architect! Namjoon x Designer! Oc

Perhaps this is only portrayed more honestly in the fashion field, but outside of it, it really isn’t polite to state it outright. Competition. Rivalry. Or rather, a really polite way to say - enmity.

Being in the industry as an architect/interior designer is one of the most soul-draining thankless jobs a person can come across. Fuelled by caffeine, late nights and overtimes you will never get compensated for, and outlandish designs that will never see the light of day, you were often greeted with bleary eyed colleagues, other designers, engineers and architects who got by on four hours of sleep, dressed in knits and turtlenecks that didn’t need ironing, thank god, hunched over a rendering machine or over the drafting table poring over sketches and drawings, hoping to make sense of what they were looking at.

The only thing that people rarely spoke of in this industry was the ego that fueled it. Unfortunately, this wasn’t something you’d set aside and simply keep working - people’s tastes, characteristics and decisions reflected in their designs, and their philosophies. And that meant you were clashing with Kim Namjoon. Often.

He was a hardcore functional modernist. Glasses perched on his blonde hair, table strewn with harshly redlined documents, he believed in the minimalism of things and that often reflected in his choice of materials, lines colors. His were towering steel buildings, exposed stripped woodwork, bold lines, stark spaces that screamed “Look at me” with a severity that would put many to shame.

Corporate clients LOVED his work. He gave them powerful designs with value for money inside sci-fi looking sexy buildings that in your mind, looked near robotic, clinical and lacking the warmth and human connection you sought.

Thankfully, yours wasn’t the same as his department. Specializing in retail, food and beverages, yours was the forte of warm cafes, expressive department stores, elegant boutiques and galleries, with the occasional pop up, your work embraced such a hybrid variety of inspirations that gave him a headache. He’d scoff at the palette strewn paint strewn desk you often had, where producing a drawing was the last priority you had in the entire chain of things.

Your clients had outlandish requests, they loved your varied designs, and mostly, the reward for you was seeing the stores you created doing well - with every tag on instagram, every Yelp review and every happy tweet that featured your stores, giving you a kick.

With vastly opposing sensibilities, working methods and results, the two of you clearly couldn’t work together. You dealt with it with stiff smiles, and generally staying out of wach other’s way. Until the monthly strategy meeting.

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Seokjin looked bubbly at a time Yoongi looked anxious. This was NOT a good sign. It usually meant what Seokjin had to say meant people had to adjust. Compromise. Use excessive amounts of patience to pull through. Yoongi had none of those things. Sometimes, you wondered how on earth the two became partners to build this firm.

“So! We’re happy to announce that we’ve won the pitch for a brand new project. And it will be at a scale that will put our studio on the map, in this city!” Seokjin chirped happily. Yoongi looked green.

You and your colleagues clapped politely, but enthusiastically. Sometimes, you guys were involved in creating a full pitch. Other times, they would simply put together work they had done in the past to gain a client - and you’d only hear about it once the client signed the dotted line.

“It’s a project on a scale we haven’t done before, but I fully believe we have the talent and ability to pull it off!” he continued, “We’ve received the contract to build a brand new international airport for X city!”

This was huge. You and your colleagues looked at each other wild eyed, before whooping, hollering and hugging each other.

“Don’t be too happy!” Yoongi cut in. “The deadline is eight weeks”

There was complete silence.

WHAT

“And that means All HANDS ON DECK”

“An airport is a mixed use development. Not just transport, but also the hospitality, the the retail and the customer experience. So ALL of us will be working together, COLLABORATIVELY.” Seokjin emphasised with a rather threatening smile, his eyes landing on you, then on Namjoon. Namjoon pushed his tongue into his cheek. He didn’t seem happy.

Neither were you.

The first weeks was a little hellish. Namjoon insisted on going over research, land use, numbers, getting the plan down ( a little clinically in your mind) while you brought your sketches on the site diagrams and tried to find inspiration. With gritted teeth, he’d try to get you to do what he thought was important. And you’d try to adjust, while subtly attempting to being in something interesting to liven up the project. It wasn’t working too well. What upset you more, was how he’d decided the direction would be minimal on his own, simply because the scale at which he had experience was larger.

“I mean, it’s an airport place people are going to be spending their most frassled, exhausted hours. WHY can’t we have something that would exude some of the warmth and comfort a traveler desperately needs? And it is going to represent a city and its tourism. But NOOOOO Mr Modernist wants everything so clinical and clean we could do an impromptu surgery there at the drop of a hat. I could cut myself on those walls”, you ranted to your coffee buddy, Hoseok from Marketing, who sniggered.

Both of you didn’t notice Namjoon walking away, hurt.

When you headed back to your shared workspace, you found Namjoon distributing parcels of space among the architects and interns to develop. “...I’ve sent you the basic floor plan breakup, and you all have been assigned your parcels of space to develop. Remember, airports need to be functional first. Otherwise they fail at the very outset. I don’t want you guys getting unrealistic here, we’re on a deadline. At the very minimum, we need the space to do its job. Not look like a bohemian’s fever dream Woodstock festival on steroids”. A thinly veiled dig at you, for a Woodstock themed gallery and performance space was one of your best acclaimed projects the previous year.

His comment caused several people to raise their eyebrows and look at you, but seeing you stay quiet, nobody said anything.

You returned to your desk.

He had outlined the retail and eatery parcels in the airport, and sent them to you to develop. Staring in dismay at his clean lines, minimal aesthetic and no-nonsense layouts, you wondered if he ever went shopping in his life.

Praying to the gods of design and professionalism, you pulled out your sketchbook and got to work, hoping to come up with a solution that wouldn’t look like it clashed with his.

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More sleepless weeks continued, with caffeine, energy bars and red bull fueling everyone. Interns had been roped in to share an architect’s responsibilities, because the work in question was simply too much. You’d find Namjoon napping in the meeting room for a few minutes, before returning bleary eyed. He seemed to be having stress nosebleeds, but didn’t say a word about it. Yoongi looked paler than ever, if that was even possible. Hoseok was busy pulling out materials, compiling everyone’s work, trying to communicate the design intent as closely as possible.

And on the final day, just short of 9 am, the entire team had huddled after 36 continuous hours of no food, no sleep, to assemble a massive design document, and watched as Seokjin hit “Send”

You all erupted in cheers as the document went out, sighing in relief. Only to hear a crash. And turn to find Namjoon collapsed behind you.

Thankfully, the paramedics confirmed it was just exhaustion and burn out, and decided to put him under observation for a short while before sending him home

You and the team went out for a celebratory breakfast, before deciding to take the day off, after so many weeks. And a couple of hours later, once everyone had dispersed, and you were on the subway home, you got a call. It was Seokjin.

‘Y/N. Weren’t you part of the main planning and design team?”

“Yes, Jin I was”

“Then tell me something. Why on earth am I seeing things in the design that are not up to the building code?” he sounded PISSED.

“What?”

“We clearly gave you a document - the government’s building codes for Airport construction. There are clear guidelines on what can and cannot be done in certain areas. Why wasn’t it followed?”

“Jin, the major overseeing and planning out was done by Namjoon… I’m SURE he wouldn’t have missed something so obvious as this. He’s a perfectionist”

“I know how Namjoon is, and how you are, Y/N. And there’s no need to throw him under the bus. I get that you don’t get along, but as one of the design leads on this, what prevented you from picking it up? This is a collaborative project. That means you catch each other’s mistakes and correct them. Do you realise we are hours away from presenting a wrong design to the client?”

A deep breath.

“I don’t care how you do it. You have three hours. Fix it.”

Your heart started palpitating, as you hopped off the subway at the next stop, to hail a taxi back to the office you desperately needed a break from. But what stung the most was the accusation - that you were trying to throw Namjoon under the bus.

Turning on computer after computer to find the files with the mistakes itself took you a good hour. Turns out, the issue was Jungkook’s work - a fresher everyone considered Namjoon’s protege. Just as much of a perfectionist and a dedicated worker. Unfortunately, he lacked one thing Namjoon had - experience. He had used regular office building standards in designing a massive portion of the airport and the hotel, which simply wouldn’t do.

And after months of intensive training, Namjoon probably wouldn’t have expected Jungkook to make such juvenile mistakes, and accepted his work as is. The exhaustion and his collapse may have also prevented him from picking it up. But what’s done was done.

Pulling out the Airport guidelines, and once again, setting your system up, you got down to work.

Two grueling hours of some of the fastest and most precise design work in your experience later, the drawings had been re-exported, mailed to Seokjin, who replied with a simple thumbs up.

You hung around in the empty office for another couple of hours, as issues were notoriously easy to pop up around presentation time. When the sun started setting, you deemed it safe to pack up, and head home.

Ever felt so tired that you couldn’t sleep?

That was exactly how you felt, late into the night, in your bathrobe, wine on the table, a rerun of “Friends” on TV. And that was when the bell rang.

Who could it be, so late?

You waited. The bell rang again.

Tightening your robe around your neck, you slowly opened your door to find Namjoon standing outside. He had his arms crossed, tongue poking his cheek.

The nerve of him showing up at your flat!?

“What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?”

“It’s 2 am in the morning. What is it?”

“I heard what happened”

You paused. Then unlatched the door to let him in. “Wine?” you asked him, holding up your bottle.

He shook his head.

“Well?”

“Yoongi told me about the flaws.”

“Okay”

“And told me Jin yelled at you”

“Hmm”

“Something about you throwing me under the bus?”

“What? NO! WHat I TOLD Jin, was that it was unlikely for you to have messed up, since you’re a perfectionist””

His eyes snapped up in surprise.

He kept his gaze on you, expression unreadable. “You fixed Jungkook’s mistakes. My oversight. Even when I kept you out of the planning”

“Yes. Looks like you owe me”

“And you did that, adapting completely to my design style, in a matter of hours”

“I did what had to be done. I can adapt”

He got up from the sofa, gaze still on you. Stalking over to you slowly, quietly, you held his gaze with the rising tension.

“To my style? To the harsh lines, the clinically clean approach I use?”

You raised your chin, holding his darkening gaze “Yes i did. Can you?”

His warm hands gripped your jaw. “I don’t know, can I?”

“To a style so unpredictable, it changes with twists and turns, with colors and shocks and surprises all the time?” Was he talking about work anymore?

The air was thick with the tension between the two of you, as he drew himself even closer, towering over you, your jaw gripped in his hand, holding your defiant, challenging gaze. His face was slightly gaunt with remnants of his burnout, but none of that was seen in his eyes.

“They say the more colourful something is in nature, the more dangerous it is. And guessing by how you adapted today, I think you are...dangerous to me”

And covered your lips with his

Finally…

“Being so vibrant that you drive me nuts”, he growled into your mouth, pushing you against the wall, hands grabbing your butt, “but damn me if I can ignore it, ignore YOU”

Sucking harsh kisses down your neck. Hands running down your curves, desperate in worship.

Shock dawned on you, on what the two of you were doing. Grabbing his face, you looked at him wide eyed, “Namjoon...w-what are we doing..we don’t even…”

He held your chin again, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “You did say I owe you, didn’t you? Right now, I’m busy thanking you, and repaying you”

“And if you don’t like it, you can go back to hating me later”

He emphasised his point with a sharp pinch to your butt, drawing an indignant yelp from you. Chuckling, he captured your lips again.

You didn’t know at what point he’d shoved off your robe and was unlacing your pajamas. You hardly noticed nearly tearing his shirt till he got the hint, and stripped his shirt and trousers off. Hovering over you in all his muscular glory, he revelled in your curves, plump lips licking and sucking down your neck, teasing your nipples till you arched back with a moan, hands caressing and massaging your butt, your thighs, drawing teasing circles around your core and thighs before sliding a couple into your squelching warmth, his other hand turning you onto your side, lifting your leg over his shoulder as he partially spooned you, assaulting your core till you were nearly thrashing about, lost in pleasure. As you came down trembling from one high, you found him him gazing at his fingers soaked in your essence, before licking them clean, a dark gaze filled with promise holding yours. Hunching over, he drove his aching cock inside you in one stroke, leaving you arching in shock at the sudden fullness, taking deep breaths to adjust to his girth. He bent to place soothing kisses on your face and neck, till he felt the tautness leave your body, before moving. Thrusting like his life depended on it. Admiring your curves as they bounced with each snap of his, the softness of your skin contrasting with his harsh muscles, your thighs over his, your small hands gripping onto his forearm, shoulder, any part of him that you could hold on to.

He slid his thumb into your mouth, essentially stopping you from biting down on your moans, letting your tongue roll over his fingers, before claiming your lips again as his thrusts got impossibly deeper.

He kept saying you were dangerous. But as your climax washed over you a second time, you wondered if the same couldn’t be said for him.

Panting, you tried to adjust yourselves on the couch, till you saw him hover over you again.

“Again?”, you asked him, in dismay “It’s bloody four in the morning”

“And we don’t have work today. And for the next few days.”

“But…”

“Shhh… I’ve yet to thank you properly”.

#sumzysworld #member: namjoon #group: bts #genre: smut

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diaficrecs · 3 years ago

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surprise smut roulette ♣︎ | x male idol 𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰

⇢ enter the matchmaker_ ⇢ play at your own risk_

## feat. [txt_] HUENING KAI・[skz_] FELIX・[bts_] YOONGI・[nct_] TAEYONG・[exo_] KYUNGSOO・[shinee_] TAEMIN

↳ ★【ＩＮＴＲＯ. 】welcome to this ‘pick a treat’ roulette. find your perfect match through 6 questions that lead to a hot surprise candidate. are you ready for a gamble?

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰. ⚠️ 18+, smut, dom & vanilla fem!reader, face-sitting, kinky stuff (breath play/self-choking | bondage | masochism | finger sucking), non-pg food mention, anxiety, corruption & praise kink

⇉ 【 ♠︎ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 】

↳ read all - do not skip

looking for a handsome devil who’s an angel. ➝ choose A.

the expert of experts please. like, the living legend. ➝ choose B.

the fun kind. an inexperienced, nasty, pretty mess. ➝ choose C.

soft hours, i just want the sweet & innocent bean. ➝ choose D.

i’m ready. point me to the craziest guy you have. ➝ choose E.

passionate, slow, loving, classy, you name it. ➝ choose F.

▸▸▸ 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍.

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#well of course I would get taeyong for this #not completely surprised tbh #reaction #kpop imagines #headcanon #taeyong #yoongi #felix #hueningkai #kyungsoo #taemin

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Sub!BTS: Their Orgasm Faces

a/n. because why not. i have studied some… certain images with great interest and this is the verdict. and well, it’s gotta be subby, too. enjoy the feast 🤓

warnings ⚠️ dom/sub, femdom!reader, humiliation, gimps/latex suits, spanking, breath play, pegging, scent kink, overstimulation

➸ Jimin Massive. Teeth-gritting. Earth-shattering. Climax. Jimin’s luxuriant hair splays all over the sheets when he winds. Jimin cums with his every fibre and rocks the bed frame, whatever leash comes off, it’ll be no surprise whatsoever. With big poufy lips and… a tight jaw. Well, holy shit. And he smells so good, and moans so well, he’s just an all-round o-talent. His veins are impressive enough just to get you on the edge, and you might ask yourself if at one point, is he gonna turn any redder? That’s good blood flow. That means better boners in general. He’s particularly flushed when you edge and torment him with little monikers, or spank his supple ass bright. A lot of formidable options there, anyways. Those gritting teeth have a good reason to be there, lord knows Jimin is a rowdy screamer who can barely contain his satoori and crying your name. And yeah, smelling so good, can’t repeat that enough, roses, balmy and sweet, so enchanting and graceful, even.

➸ Taehyung What on earth could it be. First, what do we have. Let’s make some calculations. The most harmonious facial features in the world (according to that plastic surgeon in Brazil). Alright. Also, a very multifaceted repertoire of dork expressions. Okay. And a cute puppy guy behind all of this. Then, a dash of art and general sophistication, even a touch of idiosyncrasy. Let’s see. That makes a lot of lip bites and licks. Taehyung’s orgasms are always quite jerky and bring out the actor for sure, just imagine how many damn faces he can pull. What you will also see… Taehyung really sweats a lot, maybe not as much as Namjoon by comparison — less surface area anyways — but still, quite a bucket every time you have sex. So you can prepare for a lot of slick and drip on his forehead and neck. Fancy suggestion: Having him wear that bandana and wiping him up with it, or well, attending to his choking kink if you get what I mean.

➸ Jin Yeah that’s true, it’s canon, it’s international, his face is handsome, Jin is hardly eclipsed by anybody, and so it is when he climaxes, case closed. But wait a second. We missed a very important detail that is quite some hidden eye candy. That long swan neck. So dreamy. And have you seen how huge it is. Mother of god. There’s all sorts of things going on there, and not just swallowing hard when his semen makes its way. Okay that was awkwardly put. Anyhow. With that giant Adam’s apple just protruding like it means business. Jin could have just emerged from a flowery hentai. Or one of those pastel magazines where they show you how to DIY your house and garden. There’s no doggy style and reverse cowgirl in for you because you want to see just that. What makes Jin’s o-face so striking happens underneath his soft chin first, then ripples upward. It contorts his lips. Rolls his eyes back before they close, gently. His eyebrows arch. And the best part is when his ears turn red.

➸ Yoongi The short and straightforward answer: Devastatingly scorching. Yoongi goes off like fireworks. The long answer: Need to go on a tangent for a minute. Painting a picture in your mind based on what we’ve seen: When Yoongi eats sour sweets and enjoys it very much. Or when he’s deeply immersed in his rap and counting the seconds one by one, all sweaty, then resurfaces for a breath. The times when he really sits down to munch in silence and bites into something crispy and red hot. You know these expressions. That’s how his o-face looks like. It’s not one face, that’s an entire progression. Yoongi can’t help himself. All these hours in the studio and having to keep an eye whether his pants bulge out or not on stage can make him as desperate and frenzied to just whine and wince and blow up like a bubbling volcano. He also gulps a whole lot — well you just make his mouth water — and if you look closely under his bangs, the corners of his sparkly eyes and nostrils scrunch up.

➸ Hoseok Smiles, laughs, he’s begging for more. Who does he even do that for. The answer is straightforward. You. Hobi knows exactly how much he has to amp up the feeling so it’ll transfer right away. You can admire how sultry he becomes, with pouty lips, and quite overtly sensitive all over, his legs, his chest in particular. Music is probably blasting in the other room so pushing him onto his high propels you even higher with the beat and drums. Better not do that with easily offended neighbors or generally a house with more people than just the two. The maknae line probably tries to get some info out of him already, ‘what on earth are you doing!’ when they get wind of that. Hoseok will try to be polite and tell the kids that you and him just have a good time and not that you’re busy pegging him. Knowing that he’ll just get even louder, perhaps, it’s actually time for a gimp to change things up and zip that toned body up all glossy in latex. Sadly enough, that way, the pout isn’t quite as visible anymore, but you’re working on that.

➸ Namjoon What most people never notice — very well, they are distracted by the voice, the body, the eloquence, his perfection, the general awesomeness of this Ilsan guy et cetera — is the quite flabbergasting variety of Namjoon’s facial expressions. Not even the ones on stage or when he does speeches. The most casual ones. Namjoon is a walking theatre. But the thing is, he knows that. He is keenly aware of his, say, emotional impact. You might actually end up with him moaning into a pillow because it’s all getting a bit intense and embarrassing, that’s what he thinks at least. Namjoon’s orgasms, even when ruined by you so deliciously, are short and heavy. With a huff and even growl. He thinks he’ll end up looking ridiculous. Not today. Maybe he just waited for you to pull him out of his lair to give him some nice hands-on humiliation for the evening. Watching Joon just yell and turn all blushy is just a spectacle.

➸ Jungkook Fair enough. At least he tries. But JK gets overwhelmed so easily, not much of his body and face can stand still. Whatever teasing from your russian roulette of kinky shit you have selected to inflict on him this time won’t give this masochist of a sub just one break. Doesn’t mean he won’t look sugary sweet cumming. It’s a paradox, and that’s outrageous, and sexy, all at once. He’ll look particularly exasperated and large-eyed when you give him a full dose of overstimulation. That poor dick’s not gonna survive that, nor will JK’s brain that already has enough to deal with considering you are so intimate with him, and take care of this bunny — that just won’t compute in his head, he doesn’t think he deserves it either. Well, obviously wrong, and you’ll fuck that out of him. Which will further strain Jungkook’s dick but oh well, sacrifices. That cute o-face is gonna show up in your dreams.

art: The Great Wave off Kanagawa (1829-33) — by Hokusai

#I have officially ascended into the oblivion #so perfect #group: bts #member: ot7 #reaction

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I didn't know how much I needed this today. The emotions you wrote felt so real, maybe because it's also close to home. This was an emotional read but I enjoyed it from beginning to end. I'm glad they're resolving the issue and I can totally see Yoongi perfectly portrayed in this story. You did an amazing job, thank you for sharing this 💜💜

Recollections

SYNOPSIS: perfect doesn’t last forever, that much you’ve learned. Your ‘perfect’ marriage has turned into the hardest and most frustrating thing in your life. You’ve both lost who you are. There’s a lot that needs to be worked out.

FANDOM: BTS

PAIRING(S): Min Yoongi x Fem!reader

RATING: PG

MEMBERS MENTIONED: Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, Jung Hoseok

GENRE/AU: domestic AU, Married AU, angst, hopeful

WORD COUNT: 7.2k

WARNINGS: first scene is flashback and there’s at least three of them. Not all at beginning. angst, depictions of panic attacks and stress, arguing, crying, swearing. Just to be clear I use the word drink a lot in one scene but I do not mean alcohol. It’s a coffee shop.

A/N: wow I ended writing this in present tense. Whoops.

“Where’re the Strawberries?” you call to you Yoongi, who is happily playing with your two-year-old just a few feet away.

He looks over at you for a moment before telling your son that they’d have to pause their activity.

He walks over to you. “Oh, Sh…” he stops himself due to the presence of children. He takes a glance down at the baby in your arms. “Did I forget them?” he smiles sheepishly. He sits down while your son continues to run circles that are far too dizzying for Yoongi.

You furrow your eyebrows and jut your bottom lip out playfully. “Rude. they’re my favourite.” Yoongi doesn’t have time to say anything else because the baby suddenly starts to whine.

You swiftly put the soother in the baby’s mouth. You don’t miss Yoongi’s soft smile.

“Want me to take him?” he gestures toward the baby. “You’ve been glued to the spot for an hour now.”

“Yes please,” you say and pass the baby towards him. “You owe me for the strawberries.”

He chuckles, focused on your three-month-old rather than you. “Alright.”

You pull your legs out of the crossed position they’ve been in for an hour and straighten them in front of you.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath; the smell of food wafts through the air, and the smell of trees, flowers, and a hint of Yoongi’s cologne linger behind it. Opening your eyes, you look over at your elder son. You have to squint. He’s sitting in the grass, routing through clovers in hopes of finding something four-leafed. Your gaze wanders past your son and towards the treeline, where brightly coloured blobs pop out. You can’t quite make out what they are but, judging by colours, it was clusters of daisies and buttercups.

Some other wildflowers you couldn’t identify sat closer to you. Above all else, you could see the yellow of thousand of dandelions.

Then, your attention was back to Yoongi with the sound of him talking softly to your baby, you didn’t look but a fond smile spread across your face.

Your eldest comes running up to Yoongi, yelling some almost incoherent babble about wanting to talk to the baby.

Your eyes shift to the -mostly- unused camera you’d brought on a whim; this seems like the picture moment.

“Okay, picture time!” you say, moving to crouch behind Yoongi; you stretch your arms so that the four of you are in the picture. “Smile! Yoongi, I mean you too.”

Yoongi shakes his head and gives a small but genuine smile. You snap the picture.

Your eldest, not liking having to stay still, immediately bolts off into the grass. You press a small kiss to Yoongi’s cheek and return to your spot.

You click into the camera’s display mode, looking at the picture.

“I love you.” You hear Yoongi whisper. You look up and he’s staring right at you.

You smile at him. “I love you more than anything.”

With that, you look back down at the photo. A feeling of preliminary nostalgia washes over you. Somehow, you know this day, this moment, would be one you would never forget.

You slam down the picture frame almost a little too hard. You had been right. Except you weren’t feeling nostalgic. You were standing in front of this photo frame, your heart wrenching and your eyes dangerously close to watering. You imagined there we crack where you only saw pristine glass.

You tore your eyes away from it and gripped the edge of the mantle, your other clutching the part of your shirt directly over your chest. Your teeth were clenched as you fought desperately not to cry for the millionth time this week.

It was too much though, you let go of the mantle and let yourself slowly crumple to the floor. One hand stayed on your chest but the other went to violently grip your hair.

Why did he have to hurt you like this? Say all those things? You were unbelievably glad that both of your kids were at preschool right now.

Yoongi had left for work not twenty minutes ago. Right after you had a gigantic argument. You didn’t even remember what it was about.

You took a moment to let a few sharp and laboured breath out before you stood, dusted yourself off and choked back all your feelings.

Your own work started in about an hour and you didn’t need to look terrible for it. Not to mention that your co-worker -and best friend- would come get you much sooner than that.

You had already gotten dressed but now had to redo your hair. It took a few minutes but you achieved as close as you could to perfection with your hair.

Next, was to eat a sad little breakfast. And by that, you meant a fruit.

You found that the time went faster than it used to, because before you could take a breath, your friend was already there.

You waddled out to her car, bag in hand. She waited until you were buckled in to say anything.

“You look terrible.” She said, giving you a concerned side glance. “Did something happen?”

You hesitated. “No…” you shook your head. “I just…

Had a bad sleep, that's all.”

She gave you a skeptical look but let it slide. Min-Ji knew you inside and out, you knew she knew you were lying. Just like every other time. You know she sees how exhausted you’ve gotten, and she knows it isn’t because of being a mother or not sleeping enough.

You’d never told her about the issues in your marriage. It just didn’t feel right to share. Maybe you were grasping at straws, trying to hold onto what was left of what Yoongi used to be.

“You want coffee?” She asked, already making the turn to your favourite coffee place.

You nodded. “More than anything.”

She nods and pulls into the parking lot. “We have enough time to sit in before work, don’t you think?”

You agree; you go into the place, finding a table while Min-Ji orders your drinks. She already knows what you want.

She sits down a few minutes later, coffee in hand. “So.” She says, handing your cup to you. “I’ve been meaning to ask: how are you and Yoongi doing?”

You know she doesn’t miss the flash of heartbreak behind your eyes. Hearing his name hurts. “We’re doing… good.” You muster a fake smile. “He’s perfect. We’re perfect.”

There was a time when you could’ve said that honestly.

“You can tell me anything. You know that, right?” She pauses. “We’ve known each other since high school, I’ll always be here for you.” She gives you a sympathetic look.

You smile half-heartedly. “I know. The same goes for you.” You dodge her question and she frowns for a moment.

You both drink in silence for a moment.

“The kids are doing well in preschool. Teacher says they’re some of the best-behaved kids there.”

Min-Ji smiles widely. “That’s awesome!”

……

It was the end of the work day now, you were preparing to leave, pick up your car from home and then the kids. Yoongi, of course, couldn’t do it.

Min-Ji shows up in front of you. “Can I just say something?” She has a serious look on her face; it spikes your anxiety.

“Uh, sure, I guess.” You don’t look at her but you let her walk beside you.

She clears her throat. “Now, I know I don’t spend a lot of time with the two of you but,” she pauses. “Do you remember when we met Yoongi, back in college?”

You nod slowly, dreading where she was going with this. “Yeah?”

She hesitates. “Do you remember how you two felt about each other at first?”

“Yeah. We weren’t too fond of each other.” You raise an eyebrow.

“Exactly. Don’t take this the wrong way but, from what I’ve seen, it seems like that’s how he’s treating you these days.”

You shake your head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, you haven’t seen him in months.”

“Because you won’t let me.” She quips. “And that tells me all I need to know, y/n. I know you- I know Yoongi.”

You give her a sharp look. “So you’re trying to tell me that you think he hates me.”

She opens her mouth and begins to shake her head but then seemingly drops the thought. “Forget I said anything. Sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you.” She gives you a sad look.

You both get into her car and drive back to your house silently.

You notice Yoongi‘s car is home. Weird. You wave goodbye to Min-Ji and walk inside.

“Daddy!” You heard your five-year-old yell from across the house. “Mommy’s home!” He runs up to you excitedly.

You bend down and smile, hugging your son. He pulls back from you.

“You look tired, mommy.” He says, eyes wide with curiosity. “Maybe you should take a nap, that’s what you make me do when I’m tired!” He tries to pull you up, and you stand.

“Haha, no Gi, I’m alright.” You chuckle at him. Gi gives you a weird look before running back to his brother, who is presumably in their playroom.

Yoongi is looking -almost glaring- at you from the other end of the room.

“Hi.” You say quietly. “How was your day?” You take a few steps toward him after taking off your shoes.

His face is blank as he looks at you. The of you stare at each other for a good minute before he muttered out a rough: “Fine.”

You sit down opposite of him. “You picked the kids up. Thank you.”

He waves his hand at you. “Whatever. I just figured I would because I got back before I knew you would.”

After a moment of silence, you get up, leaving Yoongi to be distant by himself.

You throw your purse into the bed and change into more comfy clothes. As you look in the mirror you start to wonder if maybe that was why Yoongi didn’t seem to love you anymore.

Maybe it’s because all he ever saw was you in sweats. You’d never thought he was superficial though.

Grasping at straws. All for answers you couldn’t have. That's all you seem to do nowadays.

You sigh heavily and throw your dirty clothes in the hamper. You hope that Yoongi will cook dinner but you know he probably won’t. He’d tell you that he was too tired after work if you tried to ask him.

Dinner had to be made though, so you began visualizing what was in your kitchen and what you could possibly make with said stuff.

You tap your temple a few times in thought, trying to anticipate what everyone in the house would be okay with eating. Something that also went along with what you wanted to eat.

Once down the hall, you glance at Yoongi and then the kitchen doorway.

You clear your throat. “Is there anything specific you want for dinner, Yoongi?”

He looks back at you and shakes his head silently. He always has that stupid unreadable expression on his face. You’d think by now, you would know what he was thinking.

You sigh and walk into the kitchen, pulling up a recipe that you’d been meaning to make. First, you grabbed each ingredient needed, then each dish you thought you’d need to make it.

It wasn’t much because you had wanted something easy.

Within the hour you had already made and plated the food, ready to call everyone in for dinner.

“Dinner’s ready and on the table.” you said to Yoongi as you walked past, on your way to grab your kids.

“Gi, Haneul! It’s time for dinner.” You say, appearing in the doorway of their playroom. They both smile at you for a moment, but Haneul’s face drops a moment later.

“Does that mean we have to stop playing, mommy?” he says, looking at the toy in his hands. Gi’s already standing and by your side.

You smile reassuredly. “You can play a little more after dinner.” you walk over to him and pick him up. “Okay?”

He rests his head and your shoulder and mutters and small “Okay.”

Once the children are situated and eating you sit down, opposite to your husband. Time goes too slowly and, besides the children, it’s too quiet. Then again, it always is.

It’s too quiet when you go to bed, or at dinner, or even when you wake up. You aren’t alone; You seldom are, and yet, the silence is deafening.

It seeps into the crevices of your tired lungs and cracked heart, into your blood that seems to pump a bit too slowly these days. You can’t stop the twisting, clenching pain you feel in your chest, it’s always there; like you breathe pain instead of oxygen.

And yet, it’s mild and only noticeable when you think about it.

Like right now.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” you heard Yoongi ask; you notice that he’s already sent the kids off to play again. Their plates are already in the sink. How intensely were zoned out?

You shake your head and look at him. “Oh, um, just work. Nothing really.” you lie. How are you supposed to tell your husband, whom you argue with constantly, how much pain he puts you in? You don’t.

He hums and returns to his silence. You roll your neck, feeling the tenseness in your shoulders. You hear water running, and a few clangs from dishes.

You realize Yoongi is doing the dishes and it brings you more relief than you know it should. You rub your hands down your face roughly and then across your eyes.

You don’t notice the way Yoongi glances at you. After leaning back for a moment, you thrust yourself out of the chair.

The thought crosses your mind to tell Yoongi what you were doing but, out of spite, you stop yourself. He probably knows anyway.

You take a few minutes to put the kids to bed, then you head to your own bedroom; you have laundry to fold.

You pull the laundry basket out of the closet and place it on the bed, grabbing a few hangers and placing them beside it. You grab the first thing on the pile; a red dress that you’d recently tried on just to see if it still fit. It was the dress you’d bought for your first anniversary after your wedding. Amazingly, it had.

Then, you remembered the thought you’d had earlier; the one about your plain clothing.

Maybe you’d taken it a bit too much to heart, or maybe you were letting hope get too much in the way. You thought maybe dressing up nice would help.

This compelled you to leave the room, red dress tossed on the bed. You walk down the hallway and into the kitchen, the wheels in your head turning.

“Hey, Yoongi.” You call for him, and after a few seconds of him not answering, you repeat yourself. This time he looks at you.

“What?” He says, looking unbelievably uninterested.

Your confidence wavers for a second. “I was thinking…” you get a little closer to him, standing just behind him and the sink. He turns around fully. “That is been a while since we’ve had any sort of date night. I thought we could plan one.”

He blinks slowly at you, his face still just as uninterested as before. What a blow to your pride. “We’re both too busy.” He pauses. “And there’s no time with the kids.”

“W-well we could do it on the weekend since we both have work off.” You stammer, trying to hide the fact that you wished you’d never brought it up at all. “And I could ask Min-Ji to watch the kids for the night. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

He sighs, looking like he desperately wanted to walk away from this conversation. “Alright. I guess we can. You pick what we’re doing though.”

You take the win and nod. It wasn’t what you hoping for, and you still took a blow to your pride but, bottom line, you got a yes. That was a start.

……

“Why are you so nervous?” Min-Ji said, looking at the pile of discarded clothes on your bed. “He’s your husband, he’ll like you in anything,”

You paused your digging for a moment, your hand still on a hanger. You frown. “It’s been forever since we’ve been out. It’s a nerve-wracking thing.”

Min-Ji shakes her head as you continue frantically searching; Finally, you pull something out and smile.

“Perfect. I’ve been waiting to wear this for months.” You lay the beginnings of your outfit carefully on the bed and then toss the pile of discarded clothes in a laundry basket to deal with later. “I just have to pair the right stuff with it.”

She smiles at you. “You have always been good at that.” she laughs. “Better than me, I would say.”

“I wish.” You say, shaking your head; you pull out a pair of shoes, confident it goes with the outfit but asking anyway. “What about these?”

Min-Ji looks from the outfit to the shoes. “That literally better than half the outfits I come up with. You have such a unique style, y/n.” she pauses, her face twisting into a slight frown. “I just wonder when you stopped owning it.”

You look at her in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, y/n, but,” she looks at a picture of the two of you that’s up on your wall. It’s from college. “You’ve lost who you are. I remember how confident you were back in college- hell, even in high school; where did that go?”

Sighing, you put the shoes down. “What is with you and trying to make me re-think my life decision’s lately?” there’s a note of bitter sarcasm in your voice; you know she’s right.

“Because I can see that you’re hurting, y/n. I don’t know exactly why, despite having some ideas, but it's so blatantly obvious.” she gives you a grave look. “I can't stand to see you losing who you are.”

You take a deep breath, trying to control the bottle of rough emotions. You remind yourself to keep it down, not to be a burden.

“Everyone has hard times,” you say almost robotically, though you correct your tone with an appreciative smile. “I’ll be okay.”

“Y/n-” She starts but you cut her off.

“Now,” you clasp your hands together. “Yoongi will be home soon so let’s move on to accessories, yeah?”

She nods but is still frowning. “Where did he even go?”

“He went to have coffee with Seokjin.” you focus your attention on the jewellery in front of you, only answering out of necessity. “They haven’t hung out in a while.”

Min-Ji hums, gently picking up a necklace in front of you. “What about this one?”

“I was thinking that one but I wasn’t sure,” you say after staring at it for a few moments. “Now, all I have to do is put the outfit on.”

For once you’re feeling good about something, and you’re almost excited. You won’t let your hopes get up too much.

You pull the outfit on, straightening it out and then admiring yourself in the mirror. You walk out of our bathroom, seeking Min-Ji's praise.

She instantly smiles widely. “You look fantastic! I wanna take you out.” She jokingly looks you up and down. “Screw Yoongi, you’re my wife now.”

Someone clears their thought behind the two of you. “Who’s screwing me?” You hear Yoongi chuckle for the first time in forever.

Both yours and Min-Ji's heads snap towards him. “Yoongi, you’re home,” you say dumbly, as if it wasn’t obvious.

He gives you a blank stare but Min-Ji steps in front of him. “I’ll grab the kids and be on my way now.” She walks past Yoongi, pauses, and then looks back at the two of you. “Have fun~”

You don’t have time to say goodbye as she’s already down the hall, getting Gi and Haneul ready to go.

You nervously pat at your outfit, waiting for Yoongi to say anything. Eventually, he does. “So, have you decided where we’re going?”

Your heart drops a little when he doesn’t say anything about your outfit. “Uh, yeah; I thought we could go to that one restaurant you like… you know the one we went to for our first date.”

He tilts his head, trying to recall exactly which one you’re talking about. “Mm, we haven’t been there in a while.”

“We haven’t been anywhere in a while.” you mutter under your breath. Yoongi must’ve heard you because you see his eyebrows furrow.

Neither of you says anything else so you leave to let him do whatever he needs to do; you wait in the living room, expecting your children to run up in a flurry of goodbyes at any moment.

As expected, your kids run up to you just five minutes later, with Min-Ji standing at the front door.

“Goodbye, Mommy!” they say simultaneously. You smile at them and give the biggest hugs you can muster. Waving bye until all three of them are fully out the door.

You dread the fact that it’s getting closer to your’s and Yoongi’s date.

You nervously fidget while Yoongi, presumably, gets ready. The racing of your heart would be near impossible to ignore if it weren’t for the thoughts overlapping in your brain.

Five different thoughts, all out of sync, running all at once as your breath only gets shallower. When did you become this? When did the man you were supposed to love begin to give you so much anxiety?

……

You were sitting in a familiar restaurant in a spot not far from your first time there, across from Yoongi and fidgeting under the table.

He’s never made you this nervous. Not even when you hated him.

“You know,” He said, clearing his throat. “Our first date actually wasn’t the first time we came here.” He was looking off into the distance, probably at nothing particular.

You tilt your head. “What do you mean? I can’t remember any time before that?”

“It was that time that Hoseok and Min-Ji forced us to hang out with each other because they were sick of us not getting along.” You can see the ghost of a smile on his face. Figures.

You shake your head. “Still not ringing any bells. They did that quite a few times.”

He stares at you for a moment but continues. “This one, in particular, turned into a screaming match between us.”

You narrowed your eyes for a moment trying to pull up the memory.

You frowned, knees jutted out of the booth enough that they could probably trip someone. You didn’t want to be anywhere near that asshole.

“Come on, y/n, lighten up!” Hoseok yells, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you farther into the booth. You grunt and Min-Ji laughs. You see Yoongi’s eyes narrow at Hoseok.

She, the one who’s sitting beside Yoongi, gently nudged him. “You two have got to get along.”

You shake your head. “No, we don’t.” If you were being honest, you didn’t even know why you hated him anymore. You were just awfully stubborn.

“You’re all cupcakes and rainbows either, you know.” Yoongi snarls at you.

You scoff. “I bet you don’t even like those things, you’re so cynical.” You glare at him. “No wonder no one wants to be around you.”

Hoseok frowns at you. “Y/n-“ you hold your hand up to him, effectively cutting him off.

Yoongi glares back. “Let her speak, it’s not like anything she says matters.”

You’re about ready to jump over that table at him. “Oh, really? Nothing I say matters?” You borderline shout.

The table erupts into yelling, You and Yoongi absolutely tearing each other apart all while your friends try to put a stop to it.

Eventually, employees come to escort the four of you out of the restaurant and tell you not to come unless you’re going to be civilized. You mutter something about how Yoongi doesn’t deserve civilized.

He says something equally bitter back.

You don’t want to admit it but you don’t hate him, you’d only started arguing because you were protecting yourself. Protecting your heart from getting broken by a man who never even liked you as a person.

How sad.

“Oh, I remember that now.” You frown. He’ll smile at a memory where you yelled endlessly hurtful things to each other but he won’t even say I love you back.

You can’t help but think about what Min-Ji said, can’t help but wonder if she’s right. Maybe you had lost yourself. Maybe, just maybe, you gave up too much. All to make him happy.

Or maybe you had had it right all those years ago, maybe he really had never cared for you. It seemed unlikely because you had so many good years; they just didn’t seem to matter now.

The silence settles once again. You get through ordering without another word, you get through appetizers and even halfway through your food; listening only to the conversations of others.

Apparently, you’re feeling brave tonight, however.

“Yoongi.” You say almost too quiet. He looks up at you. “Why don’t- why isn’t-” you stop, gathering your thoughts. “Am I… fuck. Nevermind.”

He doesn’t seem to think much of your little outburst and goes back to your food. He doesn’t even care enough to ask if you’re okay. Of course not.

You don’t even let the tears gather before you’re standing up and walking away. Yoongi doesn’t follow you, or call for you. You’re left in your own deafening, heartbreaking silence.

You dig through your bag and pull your phone out, calling someone you hadn’t talked to in a long time.

…..

“Thanks for letting me stay over.” You sigh deeply, running a hand through your hair.

Hoseok smiles at you. “No problem, it’s good to see you.” He sits down next to you, making the couch cushions bounce up from under you. He studies your face. “So, wanna tell me what’s wrong.”

You take a deep breath giving him a look that not even you’re sure what it means. “It’s Yoongi.”

He nods. “Does he know you’re here?” He glances at his phone.

“No.” You shake your head, not noticing the way Hoseok instantly grabs his phone. You don’t notice the text he sends either. “I kind of walked out on him. We were having dinner and I got upset and left.”

You see him glance at his phone that he’d just put down, it’s dinging frantically as if someone was spamming him. The phone is face down. “Why didn’t you call Min-Ji?” He says, turning his full attention to you.

“She’s watching the kids. I couldn’t break down in front of them.” You say, frowning at the thought.

“Ah, I see.” He pauses. “So what’s up with Yoongi?”

He stops you before you can start. “Actually this seems like a conversation that needs hot chocolate, hmm?”

You smile at him weakly. “That would be fantastic.” The feeling of having someone finally care again makes your heart flutter with longing. Part of you wishes you’d married Hoseok instead.

After about ten minutes, Hoseok walks back into the living room with two mugs in his hand. He places yours in front of you because he knows you like to let it cool for a few minutes first. That’s how you’ve always been.

“Thanks.” You say.

He smiles in response. “Alright, now, what’s up? Why do you seem so sad?”

You take one more deep breath, making sure it was genuinely relaxing, before you begin. You don’t notice the way Hoseok’s apartment door cracks open. Neither does he. “I think my marriage is over, Hoseok. I don’t think I can do it anymore.”

He tilts his head sympathetically. “Why do you say that?”

You half-laugh-half-scoff. “You were more attentive to me by just getting the hot chocolate than Yoongi has been in years. It seems like he doesn’t even love me anymore.” You swallow thickly, feeling the anxiety creep into your bones. “I do everything, I take care of the kids, I cook, I clean. He’s not the only one who works. He never talks, let alone to me and it seems like he hardly cares about the boys anymore either.”

You let the anger flood in instead of sadness for once, you let yourself be mad at him. “It makes me want to smack him; he might not love me anymore, as hard as that may be to accept, but how could he treat our children like that?”

You stand up and release a frustrated breath. “I mean I got dressed up in this outfit, one that I’ve been excited to wear for weeks now and he said nothing. Nothing! What happened to the man I fell for? The man who bought an apartment in a town that wasn’t even his hometown just so we could move in together? Or the man who proposed to me with the picture-perfect ring and the largest bouquet of my favourite flowers that he could find?” You began pacing in front of Hoseok. “How is any of this fair to me?”

Hoseok let’s put a deep sigh, paired with a sympathetic look. He stands up and stops your pacing. “It’s not fair to you. Not at all.” He grabs your hand and pulls you into his chest. Hoseok had always given the best hugs.

It’s not long before the anger subsides and you're sobbing into Hoseok's chest.

“If he can’t change, Hoseok, I have to divorce him.” Your voice is almost hysteric. “I have to. For me.”

Hoseok pulls back a bit and wipes a tear off your cheek. “Worry about that tomorrow, y/n.” He pulls you and sits you down on the couch, grabbing your cup and giving it to you. “For tonight, let’s watch your favourite movies and forget our issues, yeah? Does that sound good?”

You laugh through your tears. “That sounds great.” Hoseok gives you one of his big signature smiles and sits back down. “Great! We can even go get food if you’re hungry?”

“Maybe we could just order something? I didn’t really eat anything at the restaurant.”

He smiles and nods. The two of you become so wrapped up in your plans for the night that you don’t notice the front door shut near silently, nor do you notice the footsteps receding.

…..

You wake up in Hoseok’s bed, with a lack of Hoseok. You figured he slept on the couch. He’s far too courteous you think, he could’ve made you sleep on the couch. You wouldn’t have minded.

After coffee and some more talking, you leave his apartment feeling better than you had in years. Feeling appreciated and cared for, for once.

It’s unusual when you pull up to your house though, Yoongi’s car is home and you can hear the boys in the backyard.

Even more unusual, the living room curtains are drawn; you’re the only one who ever opens them and you distinctly remember closing them. You twist the door open and your nostrils are immediately assaulted with sweet smells. Pancakes and fresh fruit.

You hear faint clanging in the kitchen. Your face contorts in confusion. You think that Min-Ji must still be here.

You accept that I assume Yoongi is in your bedroom, so you walk that way. Instead, you find your pile of tried-on-but-not-dirty clothing all put away and neat. The room is spotless. The living room had been too. Also, no Yoongi.

This was all a bit strange.

“Min-Ji! Is that you?” You call as you walk towards the kitchen. “Why is Yoongi’s car-“ you stop yourself when you see Yoongi standing in the kitchen, making breakfast. “Here…”

He looks back at you and smiles. It was a small smile but a smile nonetheless. “Hey.”

Your mouth hangs open and you blink a few times. You can’t physically wrap your head around what’s going on. Are you dreaming? “What- what’s going on?” You stutter. “Why are you cooking? You never cook. Don’t you work today?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I took the day off so I could spend time with my family.”

“Why?” You say skeptically.

He bites his lip. “What do you mean ‘why’?” You don’t have time to respond because the boys run in, having finally noticed you were home.

“Mommy!” Haneul yells extra loudly. “You should have some of daddy’s pancakes! They’re so good!” He drags out the word ‘so’, pointing at the plate of unclaimed pancakes.

You smile at him despite your confusion. “I’ll have to do that.”

Gi says a quick hello before stealing another pancake and running back into the yard. Haneul follows. Before you have time to pick the previous conversation back up, Yoongi hands you a plate of pancakes with all your favourite toppings on it.

You decide it’s a freak incident and everything will be normal after breakfast.

They’re good pancakes though.

……

You catch Yoongi staring at that same photo you love, the one from the picnic. He looks away.

You don’t say anything.

“Oh yeah,” Yoongi says suddenly. “You might want to get dressed up.”

You narrow your eyes at him, assuming the worst. “Why?”

He walks over to you and grabs your hand. “Because Jin’s gonna be here in twenty minutes to watch the kids while I make up for last night.” You can see a thought flash through his mind at the end of the sentence.

“Make up for… last night?”

He pulls his lips into a line. “Last night didn’t exactly go as planned, so…” he trails off but eventually comes back to his point. “I wanted to fix it.”

You can’t help the overwhelming skepticism that seeps into every vein in your body, why is he acting like this?

It is technically what you said you wanted but you weren’t prepared for him to magically start acting like this. Your heart should be fluttering but instead, it’s clenching, trying to protect itself from any further hurt that you’re almost sure Yoongi will cause.

You still accept his plans and go to get dressed. You don’t get overly excited about what you’re wearing because you don’t expect him to say anything or even care.

“I’m so stupid.” You mutter to yourself in the mirror. How long till whatever dumb act this is turns into the same behaviour you’ve gotten for so long? Why are you even going along with all this?

After you’re dressed, you lock the bedroom door and flop down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You just needed a moment to sort out your thoughts. You remind yourself that Yoongi is still the same person he was last night or last week. He’s still the man who broke your hearts a million times over.

You remind yourself that you need to come first and that that may mean this marriage is over.

You unlock the door and find Yoongi and Jin talking in the living room, waiting for you to come out.

“Are you ready to go?” Yoongi asks, standing up. You nod your head, smiling awkwardly.

Jin waves, you give him a small wave and a quiet hello.

After goodbyes from Jin and the kids, you're out the door with Yoongi.

“Where are we going?” You ask, finding it hard to look at Yoongi now that your confusion is completely replaced by skepticism.

“First, I thought we’d get coffee from that place you like.” He says without looking away from the driving wheel. “And then I thought we could go from that shop to a farmers market that’s close by. It sounded like something you’d enjoy.”

You hum because he’s not wrong, but you have nothing overly exciting to say.

It feels weird being the silent one. You’re silent throughout the entire car ride, focusing your attention on the world around you instead.

You allow yourself to ignore your husband, who you can tell is nervous, and take in the blurred scenery. People and shops whip by, and the blurs of city flowers bring you more joy than they should. The little pops of vibrant colour are refreshing.

If you weren’t so suspicious of Yoongi, you’d be having a good time.

When you reach the coffee shop, you get out of the car and your eyes immediately shift to a yellow butterfly that’s fluttering by.

It almost seems significant.

“So,” Yoongi starts, holding the door open for you. “What do you want?”

You take a glance at the menu and decide quickly. “The same one I always get.” You feel bad because you know, somewhere deep down, you’re unintentionally testing him.

He nods and orders, getting your drink spot on. You’re surprised; then again, your order’s been the same for years.

Yoongi walks past you, expecting you to follow him to the waiting area. You notice how intensely he tries to avoid touching you… why’s that?

You give him a weird look that he doesn’t see and then follow.

Now, this is part where usually, or at least before he changed, he would gently grab your hand and hold it until the drinks came. He looks like he wants to hold your hand. He doesn’t.

You narrow your eyes at the side of his head, still trying to piece together his thoughts and why he’s doing all this.

You’re waiting for the painful punchline.

“Order for… Yoongi!” The barista says loudly, making sure her voice is projected properly. Yoongi thanks her and grabs the drink, handing yours to you.

You take a sip, immediately feeling a tad calmer. There’s a reason why you’ve been ordering this drink for years.

A memory invades your mind.

You take a big sip of your drink and sigh happily. It’s been a while since you’d had one of these.

“Are you serious?” Yoongi laughs. “That’s your favourite?”

You fake pout. “Don’t bully my drink choices, Yoongi! Just cause you’re all hardcore with your straight black coffee doesn’t mean I am!”

He smiles and looks down at the cup in his hand and then your cup. “Let me try.”

You roll your eyes playfully and pass him the cup; after a sip, he hands it back. “So, what did you think?”

He raises his eyebrows and pulls his lips into a line. “I rescind my previous statement.” He chuckles sheepishly and smiles at you.

You shake your head in mock disappointment. “Such a silly guy, you are.”

“Yeah, yours.”

You can’t help but smile at the memory; your smile drops quickly though and suddenly the drink tastes more bitter.

When did everything get so bad?

“So, are you ready to go to the farmers market?” He asks.

You nod silently.

The walk is nice, the gentle breeze and the partly sunny sky make for near-perfect weather. You enjoy the chatter of people on the street and the cars passing, save for the unnecessarily loud ones.

Fortunately, there aren’t many.

In your mind, this is a perfect - and cliche - time for you to look over at Yoongi and realize that he’s the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen; but, when you look at him, all you see is sadness. All you see is your broken heart in the palms of an equally broken man.

“There it is.” He says, pointing out the large market, bustling with people. “I heard there’s a really good mini cheesecake booth-“

“Yoongi.” You stop him mid-sentence, frowning. His face drops. “Why are you doing this?”

You can physically see his facade drop. “It’s just-“ he lets out a rough sigh, furrowing his eyebrows.

“It’s just what?” You push, wanting an end to the nonsense happening.

He looks away from you. “I’m sorry.” You go to say something but he stops you by continuing. “I heard your conversation with Hoseok, and I realized that you were right. I was a terrible husband and let myself treat you like garbage.”

You’re the one to furrow your eyebrows this time. “What do you mean you heard my conversation with Hoseok?”

“He texted me that you were there, so I came to get you- I was worried- before I could do anything more than crack the door, I heard you say you wanted to leave me.” He pauses, biting his lip. “I swear I was paralyzed, y/n.”

You huff, feeling a bit angry that he listened to that. “So, what, you’re doing all this so I don’t leave you?”

He shakes his head. “It’s more than just that, y/n, I’m terrified of living without you- I may have done a shitty job of showing it but I’ve never stopped loving. Not even for a second.” He pauses and you finally see the man you’ve been missing all this time. “I let my old habits get the best of me, which is no excuse; I know I was awful, and that’s why I needed to show you that you still meant everything to me.”

“How do I know these aren't empty words, that you won’t just let yourself treat me horribly again?” You can’t look at him, because for once he’s your Yoongi again. This is the man you married.

“You don’t, I suppose. You just have to trust me.” His words aren’t as comforting as you’d like them to be, but they are truthful. Anything else would’ve been a lie.

You take a deep breath and say nothing. You let the uncomfortable silence settle.

Yoongi states at you - something you can see out of the corner of your eye- for a good five minutes, presumably assessing what you’re thinking. And your body language.

It’s after another couple of minutes that he clears his throat.

“Last night,” He says randomly. “When I brought up the first time we went to that restaurant. I didn’t smile because we yelled at each other. I smiled because I remember why I was so mad.”

This piques your interest. “What do you mean?”

“I was mad- actually jealous, not mad; when Hoseok grabbed your waist to pull you into the booth I got really jealous.” He pauses and smiles softly. “It was a horrible reaction, I know, but it just made me think about how painfully in love with you I was.”

You feel your negative emotions melt away. “I only argued back because I wanted to let myself keep believing that I hated you.”

You can feel tears gathering in your eyes, and suddenly you feel so stupid. Yoongi starts to reach for you but hesitates.

Suddenly, you realize why he’s been so hesitant to touch you. He wants you to be comfortable with him.

You sniffle a bit, scrunching your nose to stop the tears; you proceed to wrap your arms around Yoongi’s neck hastily.

“We have a lot of issues, Yoongi.” You bury your face in his shoulder, feeling him slowly fold his arms around your body. “But if you can promise me that you’ll at least try to be better, we can get through this.”

He hums.

He squeezes gently, giving you the hug you’ve so desperately needed from him.

“I promise.” He says into your hair. “Let’s get ‘us’ back.”

#a: beingsuneone #a: yoongi #g: bts #fic rec #so beautiful

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diaficrecs · 4 years ago

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This is so long overdue but I really loved this a whole lot. Even the angst part made my heart whole because I can feel the love they shared between them.

Thank you for this story. and thank you for making me feel emotional right at the end there (I swear you got me tearing up T^T)

mezzanine｜knj

pairing. college sweethearts!namjoon x reader summary. “we’re having a baby.” genre. parents-to-be au｜fluff, humor, a dash of angst word count. 1.6k warnings. baby-making/sex talk, a little angsty regarding not being able to conceive so please don’t read if that’s triggering to you! notes. this is a really late father’s day drabble, i’m sorry 🥺 heavily inspired by this post! a huge shout out to @sahmfanficbts, the queen of joon fics, for beta-reading and giving me so much expert advice ♡ thank you so much sam!

“Can you please not joke right now?”

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#reblog #cutechim #fic rec #group: bts #member: namjoon #member x reader #genre: fluff #genre: angst #tw: pregnancy

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diaficrecs · 4 years ago

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I’ve already commented on the original post but I figured I should also leave my comment here because everyone needs to read this!

Again, I am telling you that I am so in love with your mind. The way you managed to put the entire emotional ride into 1k? The way you wrenched my heart with such a simple yet so detailed and rich scene? I just love this. Loved how I could feel his broken heart and his hope slowly growing as we reach the end.

Made it even better when I saw Tae's reaction on the vid and placed him on the scene. So perfect.

Back to Life

Wherein Taehyung’s ex-girlfriend reappears after leaving him to marry someone else. Inspired by this tiktok sent by @baebae-goodnight, ty for derailing all my writing plans, much appreciated 💜

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst; Fluff; Coffee Shop AU

Word Count: 1,400+

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The petite silver bell suspended against the door of the Sweetleaf Coffee Shop usually chimed softly, letting Taehyung and his co-workers know that another caffeine-deprived customer had arrived for their help.

This time it did not chime. It clanged in cacophonous rage and the noise awakened an unavoidable truth in Taehyung: he had not been living for a long time. That he was, quite suddenly, faced with life again.

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#sugaurora #fic rec #group: bts #member: taehyung #member x reader #genre: fluff #genre: angst

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diaficrecs · 4 years ago

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Excuse me, but I’m going to need a moment to breathe after this one.

I love how you just dove straight into business and how you introduced Yoongi into the picture, but when Jungkook came in? I literally screamed. I actually went from “oh that’s hot” to “oh shit” before I started cracking up at Jungkook’s reaction. I have no idea how you could possibly think of a way to mix it all together, but I absolutely love it.

Thank you for filling my yoonkook need with this one <333

>> SWAP ME(A)T : SUGAR DADDY!YOONGI

✺ SUMMARY best friends share everything, even their sugar daddies

✺ PAIRING sugar daddy!yoongi × reader × jungkook

✺ WARNINGS 18+ audience, legal age gap (what else is new), infidelity (again… who’s surprised), unprotected penetrative sex (vaginal and anal), double penetration, exhibitionism, cuckolding, voyeurism, m!masturbation, degradation, daddy kink, threesome, swapping meat

✺ A/N this is my first birthday present for my bestie @gcfkims <3 as you always say, three holes, two hands, two feet… so we’re putting some of that to good use ;) and if this happens to be the tipping point then... it is what it is!!!

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#yoon2k #reblog #fic rec #group: bts #member: yoongi #member: jungkook #member x reader #genre: smut #t: poly mmf #t: sugar daddy au

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diaficrecs · 4 years ago

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Okay, listen. I’ve been in a major yoonkook mood starting from last night so when this came passing by on the dash, I just had to drop everything and give it a read.

And Moon, my talented bun, you completely delivered. This was a wild ride, absolutely sinful as heck, but it was sweet at the same time???? Maybe it’s how boyfriend Jungkook keeps talking and praising her or the way he scolds her through the ordeal. I love cocky Jungkook with the mix of ruthless Yoongi. This fic totally filled my need of a yoonkook fill. Loved it!!

just sit pretty | jjk & myg

synopsis: jungkook's hands are wandering all over your body while yoongi is asleep on your couch. can you fulfill your desires without waking him up?

p: jungkook x reader x yoongi

wc: 4.1k of gratuitous smut

genre/rating/au: 18+ | threesome, est. rel. au (jjk) | smut, slight crack

warnings: *cracks knuckles* okay, here we go: pwp, reverse cowgirl, idk if this counts as public sex but it’s in front of a sleeping person, exhibitionism, alcohol mention, breast play, cockwarming, unprotected sex, dry humping, dirty talk (jk is kinda mean), thigh job, pussy slapping, name calling :), orgasm delay, fingering, oral (m receiving), clothed sex, hair pulling, throat fucking, handjob, face slapping, breath play (asphixiation), tit slapping, messy sex, there’s a lot of spit?, hand kink, caught having sex... i think that's it

a/n: uhh... happy new years! merry christmas! surprise! to all my yoonkook whores out there, this is my extremely belated chrimbo present to you.

posted: jan 8th, 2022

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There's really nothing better than cuddling up with your boyfriend while it's heavily snowing outside.

You’re currently wrapped up under the weight of a large white blanket, with your head tucked neatly under Jungkook’s chin as the two of you watch a documentary, the soft glow of the TV washing the room with whites and golds. Your eyelids are heavy, sleep whispering in your ear as you feel both your heartbeats melting into one.

It would have been a picturesque scene, romantic even, if it weren't for the fact that there's a certain older man that's taking all the space on your couch, banishing you and Jungkook to the small recliner in the corner.

For some reason unknown to you, Yoongi insisted on staying over at you and your boyfriend’s shared apartment despite living only a few more minutes down the road. And although you tried sending signals to Jungkook that you don’t want Yoongi in your apartment, your tender-hearted boyfriend doesn’t have the heart to deny the elder's request.

All things considered, the closeness isn’t so bad. The combination of the smell of Jungkook’s aftershave and his long fingers drawing absentminded shapes on your thighs has you sighing contently into his shoulder. Coupled with the large amount of boozy eggnog you consumed at Hoseok’s new year's party, you’re positive you’re slipping towards the best sleep of your life; feeling safe, warm, and secure in his arms.

That is until Jungkook’s hand creeps closer towards the hem of your shorts; the baggy ones you stole from his wardrobe that provides ample space for his large hand to slip into the pant leg. You look up to see if it's a mistake, your heart thrumming a bit quicker in hopes that it isn't. Jungkook stares straight ahead, barely glancing down at you, and you scoot closer to place a small kiss on his neck.

But then he does it again.

This time, when your eyes slide over to his face, Jungkook can't hide the small, mischievous smile. You're about to say something when he silences you with a glance. He juts his chin to the TV, a silent prompt for you to keep your eyes straight ahead.

Even though you're prepared for the next contact, it's hard to keep your moans to yourself when he drags his knuckle over your clothed slit. His finger goes up and down; from your clit to your entrance, and back again. Your body responds to his touch; your spine locking in place as the world blurs around you.

"Jungkook," you whimper faintly.

You spot the tongue prodding on the side of his cheek as his hand stills, head whipping towards the couch.

You follow his gaze to find that Yoongi's still asleep.

Jungkook adjusts your seating so that your back lies flushed against his chest. He dips his head to nip at the shell of your ear before whispering, “Shhh. We don’t want to wake our guest up. Try to be quiet, yeah?”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you nod.

Jungkook lifts the hem of your shirt and pulls the cups of your bra down. He squeezes your tits together as his thumbs circle and roll your hardening nipples. His lips make their way to your neck, just at the base of your hairline, where they attach themselves on the tender skin. Your mind is set aflame at the languid way he paws and fondles your breasts.

Your boyfriend is pretending to be completely oblivious to the torture he’s set. You have to choke back a groan when Jungkook twists your nipples between his forefinger and your thumb, the strike of electricity causing your body to shudder. He repeats the action a few more times, rolling, pinching, tugging, turning you more and more putty in his hands. Jungkook couldn’t care less about the way you squirm. He ignores the way your thighs press together or the way you’re biting back moan after moan as you're left completely at his mercy.

Every few seconds, your eyes trail to the sleeping figure to your right, and when you deem that Yoongi is still spending his time in dreamland, you allow yourself a small mewl of ecstasy.

“Can I make you cum with your tits, babe?” Jungkook whispers into your neck as he licks some of the marks he’s left behind.

“I don’t know… I don’t t-think so?” you respond. Yet when he tugs your nipples with such force that it has your back bending towards his palms, you feel lighting strike your spine, and for the first time that night, you moan loud enough that it causes Jungkook to remove his hand from under your shirt to clamp around your mouth.

After determining that Yoongi is still very much asleep, Jungkook forces his remaining hand underneath the waistband of your shorts and panties, discarding the garments onto the floor.

“What did I fucking say about being too loud, huh? Fucking Christ!” he growls as he thrusts two of his fingers inside until they hit the back of your throat.

Jungkook pinches your clit in punishment, and your back curves at the sharp pain. You can’t moan; can hardly breathe with his thick fingers crowding your mouth. He does it again, much harder than the last before slipping the tip of his pointer finger inside your hole, thrusting shallowly on purpose to miss the sensitive patch of nerves. Your hips try to chase after the lingering sensation, but his muscled forearm holds you in place, and you’re left squirming; helpless as he draws out your suffering.

“If only you listened to me earlier,” he tuts mockingly, giving the shell of your ear another harsh nip.

You whine in disappointment when Jungkook removes his finger from your cunt, but that earns you another harsh pinch, forcing you to swallow the curses that's threatening to bubble up. You're thrashing in his arms, frustrated at the lack of stimuli. You hear the muffled sound of a zipper opening, and Jungkook bucks his hips into your core as he slides his shorts down. Your eyes roll shut when he does it again.

The soft material of his boxers give you ample friction against your nub, and you grind together with his movements, soaking the fabric with your essence.

“That’s it, angel, just like that. Yeah,” Jungkook groans.

He begins to thrust his fingers into your mouth in a rhythm that matches the sway of your hips. The stimulation is driving you crazy, and the fact that Yoongi is right there and could wake up any second fills you with a carnal hunger that only makes you grind harder. Faster.

“Pretty angel. You wish it was my fat cock in your mouth, huh?” He pinches your tongue between his fingers. “Look at you slobbering over my hand… You're such a fucking mess.”

“J-Jungkook…” you whimper through your crowded mouth. “Empty…”

“What’s that, angel? What’s empty? Is it this cunt of yours?” Jungkook cups your core with his large hand, and begins to grind slow circles on your clit with the heel of his palm before tugging his cock out from its confines.

He taps the blunt head of his cock against your core. "Is this what you want?"

Despite having memorized it, you want nothing more than to see Jungkook’s thick length as he slides the head against your puffy lips. You slide your messy cunt over his shaft, and your head rolls back when the tip slips inside. That small burst of euphoria would explode in your brain, but Jungkook has other plans, and he always pulls out before you’re able to plunge him fully inside.

This little game that he’s playing is getting old, but with your mouth still full, you can’t make any requests aside from the short frustrated grunts of air as Jungkook, yet again, slips out from your pulsing walls.

“Eager, aren’t you?” Jungkook chuckles into your ear. “Aren’t you afraid that Yoongi might wake up?” Mercifully, he slips his fingers out of your mouth so you can speak.

“You started this,” you whine.

“And I can stop it too.”

After uttering those words, Jungkook stills completely. When you look back in dismay, he wears a cocky smile, his hands crossed in front of his clothed chest, with an eyebrow raised up in a challenge.

“Sup?” he asks mockingly with a tilt of his chin.

You say nothing as you stare into his eyes, annoyed that he's fucking with your right now. You squeeze your thighs together, surrounding his length with your warmth, but he doesn’t react; that shit-eating grin still plastered on his face.

Looks like you’re going to have to wipe that off yourself.

Keeping your eyes on him as best as you can, you prop your hands on the arms of the chair. Lifting your body slightly, you squeeze and unsqueeze your thighs around his length. The gasp from behind you is all you need to feel triumphant, your lips curving upwards into a victorious smirk. Yet it doesn’t last, because Jungkook, in his immeasurable strength, is able to hold you down and force your legs apart.

“Fine. Here’s the cock you fucking love so much.” He rasps the harsh words in your ear before he lifts you up by the thighs and buries his cock into you in one fluid motion.

Your body shudders at the sudden intrusion; your head lolling backwards onto his shoulder limply.

“So goddamn tight,” he hisses through his teeth. “Don't go passing out on me, you have a job to do.” Jungkook takes hold of your hand and brings it towards your clit. “Rub that pretty pussy for me until you cum.”

Underneath the blanket, you’re beginning to burn, its soft fabric scratchy against your sensitive skin. But you keep it on, afraid to expose your depravity to Yoongi, even if he’s still sound asleep. You glance towards the sleeping figure one more time while you move your fingers with uncertainty.

Is he really asleep? Can't he hear the soft pants that's spilling past your lips?

Jungkook pinches your nipples in warning. "Get on with it, angel."

At first, your fingers shake as you press ight circles on the sensitive nub, but you eventually find a good rhythm; your hips rocking into your palm.

“That’s it baby,” he groans, his eyes rolling back. “I can feel you tightening up for me. It feels so fucking good.”

His own hands return to your tits, although his touch this time is much gentler. When you’re close to the peak, Jungkook demands that you speed up, replacing your fingers with his own as he tips you by the hair so he can watch every hint of bliss on your face.

Jungkook opens his mouth to mimic your own quiet moans. “Oh shit, so tight for me. God, I want to bend you over and fuck you until you scream.” Then he hisses as your walls pulse around him before delivering a spank on your clit. “What the fuck? Is that what you want? Oh, you filthy fucking bitch. Does the thought of being watched turn you on? Fine then,” his hand leaves you to rip the blanket away from your burning figure, “try not to scream.”

With both hands under your thigh, Jungkook pulls you up so that only the tip of his cock remains inside of you before forcing you back down. “Oh, fuuuck!” he groans with careless abandon. He uses your body like a rag doll, moving your hips for you as he sinks repeatedly into your heat.

“Shit… Jungkook…” It’s impossible to keep your voice down with Jungkook spearing inside of you. Your brain has turned to mush – hyperfocusing on just the pleasure between your thighs.

You twist towards Jungkook, catching him on the lips between raspy moans. You’re hot, sweaty, and your thighs are starting to ache, but you continue to chase that bliss like a madwoman, grunting at every drag of him inside.

“I’m close,” you whisper into his mouth.

“Good, fuck, me too,” Jungkook husks. He catches your tongue between your lips and sucks at the tender muscle. "Cum with me, baby. I can't wait to fill you up."

You moan dutifully in his mouth, caught in the dizzying sensation—

“What the fuck?”

You yelp as you scramble away from Jungkook. You pull the blanket off the floor to cover yourself, even though you know it’s too late. Yoongi definitely saw everything, although right now, he seems to find your beige-coloured walls to be suddenly interesting.

The seconds seem to tick by slowly. Ugh. This was precisely why you didn’t want anyone to sleep over in your shared apartment. How the fuck are you going to get out of this mess?

Jungkook has the gall to look sheepish, flashing the older man a cute smile that shows off his dimples. “Sorry, I was horny, and she’s so soft, yknow?”

“You couldn’t have, I don’t know, moved to the bedroom?” Yoongi asks, appalled.

You’re about to apologize to save your modesty when Jungkook scoffs behind you, rolling his eyes. “Oh, come on! This is our apartment, we can fuck wherever and whenever we want.”

Yoongi drags his palm over his beet-red face, still refusing to look at the two of you. “That doesn’t mean the living room where there’s a fucking guest sleeping not even a foot away, asshole!”

“For the record, you’re the one intruding,” you huff.

“Yeah! So, it’s technically your fault,” Jungkook chimes in, and squeezes you against his chest. “Feel free to leave, by the way, the door is that way.”

The silence lingers. Yoongi’s fidgeting; he’s crossing and uncrossing his legs. It's then that you wonder why he hasn't gotten up to leave, but you quickly find your answer when your eyes fall past the black turtleneck that shows off his built chest, and onto his lap.

You're about to say something when Jungkook cuts you off, muttering curtly, “Ugh, whatever. If you don’t mind, I have to give my girlfriend a mindblowing orgasm. You can leave or you can join us.”

“Jungkook!” You and Yoongi shout in unison, but for very different reasons.

He rips the blanket away from you and continues his pace as though Yoongi didn’t just interrupt you and he isn’t now watching you fuck. You’re having a hard time feeling embarrassed, because it’s been replaced with relief. Now, you can moan however loud you want without the risk of waking up another human being.

You slide your eyes towards Yoongi, and to your surprise, you find his eyes already on you. His adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. You peel Jungkook’s hand away from your hip, and place his fingers in your mouth. Without breaking eye contact, you coat the digits with your spit, and you groan audibly when Jungkook pushes them further inside.

“Shit.” Yoongi swallows again, still full of hesitancy.

Jungkook responds with a breathy chuckle. “How about you replace my fingers? I don’t think my girl will be satisfied if you don’t join in on the fun.”

You moan in agreement, fluttering your eyelids for added effect.

With an audible groan, Yoongi stands from the couch. On his way to approach you, he strips himself off his pants and boxers, showing off his impressive length. Your mouth salivates at the thought of his cock in your mouth. He's thicker than Jungkook, but not as long. You want to lick the veins that decorate his shaft, all the way down to his balls. Yoongi's cock twitches as you ogle openly, but what comes out of his mouth is–

“A-Are you sure this is cool?”

“Fuck, Yoongi, just stick your dick in her already,” Jungkook groans.

You find this sort of hilarious – how the normally stoic Yoongi can be rendered so speechless. You know better than anyone that your boyfriend has a one-track mind. Right now, Jungkook is hardly paying attention to what's happening because he’s too busy chasing his own high. He couldn't care less whether Yoongi fucks you, but you secretly hope that the older man doesn't just pull up his pants and bail.

Your whine signifies to Jungkook that Yoongi isn't doing anything yet. With a click of his tongue in annoyance, he sits up and pries your mouth open by hooking his fingers into your cheeks, pulling your mouth apart. “Fucking hurry up! She's getting distracted with you just standing there.”

That's all the encouragement Yoongi needs to pull your head down so he can sink himself inside. Your lips are straining to enclose around his shaft, the sheer girth making it almost impossible for you to breathe.

“Okay, baby, you good to continue, right?” Jungkook asks, but he doesn’t wait for your response before he resumes his punishing pace.

Since Yoongi isn’t intent on moving, you grab him by the hips as you match your boyfriend’s rhythm. You take him the best that you could, plunging him past your pillowy lips and down your throat, and you’re rewarded with a loud groan of your name.

Finally, it seems like Yoongi’s letting go of his restraints. He grabs fistfuls of your hair as he pounds your throat.

“How does my favourite fuck toy feel?” Jungkook snickers as he pushes your head onto Yoongi's dick. "Her throat is god-sent, right?"

Yoongi’s completely lost in bliss – his mouth slightly open to pant softly. “Shit – so fucking good.”

“And my baby? Feeling good?” Jungkook asks you as he bends down to kiss your shoulder.

“Mmmh!” you moan around Yoongi’s length in affirmation.

“Gonna need you to be louder, sweetheart,” Jungkook clicks his tongue.

A sharp slap resounds in the air as Jungkook slaps your clit again, and this time, you keen louder, your eyes screwing shut when he soothes the sting with his fingers. “That’s beautiful. God, I can listen to you scream all day. Keep singing for us, angel.”

Without any prior warning, Yoongi strikes you across the cheek. Not hard enough that it hurts, but it does leave you stunned momentarily. “You’re getting distracted. Just because your boyfriend is fucking you, doesn’t mean you can forget who’s controlling your breathing.”

Was this Yoongi’s true colours all along? You can’t say you’re surprised, but it is welcomed for sure. His threat shoots straight down your core, causing you to gush out spurts of liquid onto the upholstery. You tear yourself away from Yoongi’s cock to groan; the long-overdue orgasm is about to crest over you. But the older man tightens his grip on your head to bring you back, and this time, his pretty hand wraps itself around your throat, his thumb pressing on your pulse point.

“You really can’t fucking listen to simple directions, huh? Don’t think you get to cum without us, bitch.” Yoongi growls.

Jungkook chuckles. “That’s what you get for being distracted, angel.” His large hands return to your tits, pinching and twisting the nipples before he delivers a firm slap on your mounds. “Oooh, yes, tighten up more for me… fuck.”

“Mmh!” you cry. You pop Yoongi’s cock out of your mouth to give your jaw a break, your hand replacing your mouth’s movements. With your eyes firmly on his, you lean forward to lick his balls, groaning at the taste that coats your tongue. You give each of them your undivided attention, popping each of them in your mouth to coat them in spit, all the while bouncing on Jungkook's cock.

“Taste good?” Yoongi chuckles while patting your head. It’s an endearing motion, and you happily nod along, a drunken smile plastered on your face. “Oh, I bet you taste good too. Stick your tongue out, angel.”

You straighten up as best you can, pushing the wet muscle past your lips. Yoongi bends down to grab your face with his large hand, tipping your chin up so he has better access to your face. He clamps his lips around your tongue and sucks, a heady groan sounding in the back of his throat.

“Oi, keep shaking your ass, baby. Don’t forget who’s making you cum tonight,” Jungkook grunts. He digs his fingers into your ass to remind you, as though it’s easy for you to forget the large cock that’s spearing inside of you.

You giggle, parting from Yoongi's lips to resume jacking him off, while you turn back to face your boyfriend. “Aww, don’t tell me you’re jealous over a little kiss. You know I only love you.” You punctuate your words by clenching your walls, earning you a loud, throaty moan from the raven-haired boy.

“You say that, but you look so happy when I fuck your throat. I would argue that you just love cocks,” Yoongi sneers, maneuvering you to face him again. You open your mouth obediently when the tip of his cock taps your lips. When he sinks in, he hisses, though there’s a satisfied smirk on his face when your eyes fill with tears. “God… if only you could see yourself right now.”

You hum in satisfaction at the compliment. It’s a miracle enough to have one very attractive man fucking you… but two? You’re in euphoria; tuned into your deepest, most carnal desires. You let both men use you to their satisfaction, and it isn’t long before both their thrusts become erratic, hips stuttering as their high reaches its peak.

Sweat slicks your back as you chase after your own elusive ember. Twice now you’ve gone to the brink of bliss, only to be pulled away. If it happens again, you’re not sure you’d stay sane. With determination, you slam your hips on Jungkook’s cock, and your hand comes up to help stroke Yoongi along until both men are left panting and groaning.

“Shiiit, fuck!” Jungkook swears, tightening his grip on your hips as he matches your rhythm. He snakes his hand in between your legs, rubbing your forgotten clit to aid you along.

“Eager to be painted in cum, aren’t you?” Yoongi’s breathless – his words coming out laboured as his hips stutter. “Fuck – ah… Swallow it all, baby. I wanna see you drink me in.”

Yoongi plunges deep into your throat, holding your head with his large hand as you choke around him. You can hardly breathe with your nose pressed into his dark curls, and you squeeze your eyes shut as the world spins due to the lack of oxygen.

“Fuck –“ he manages to utter as you’re forced to swallow his seed. When he finishes emptying himself inside of you, you open your mouth wide to show him your efforts.

"Good girl," Yoongi praises, pressing his lips on the tops of your head. "Now you can focus on getting your boyfriend to cum."

As Yoongi collapses on the floor, you bring your attention to Jungkook. You clench your walls so they constrict around him – milking him until he comes undone with a loud groan, body shaking as he paints your insides in white.

“Oh my god, baby, I’m cumming. I’m gonna fuck you full of my cum—ahhh…” Jungkook grunts, driving his cock deep into your pussy.

It's the edge you need to crumble into pleasure. Your body burns white hot; stars dancing across your vision. "C-Cumming!" you yelp, and you too, shiver with pleasure, spine locking up and toes curling while the waves slam against your battered body.

“Shit – Jungkook, Jungkook… fuck… no more. No more!” you wail when your boyfriend keeps thrusting inside. You’re sweaty and sore, used past the point where you can no longer feel your legs.

You collapse back onto Jungkook’s chest, your boyfriend whispering sweet nothings into your lips as he kisses you languidly. His softening cock slips out of you, bringing with it a glob of your mixed juices that drip onto his leg, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to care, too focused on basking in the glow of an orgasm.

Yoongi’s faring no better. His legs can't seem to support his weight. So he lies sprawled on the floor, breathing hard with an arm draped over his eyes.

“I just want to say, this was not what I had in mind when I asked if I could crash at your place tonight,” Yoongi says as he huffs out a chuckle.

“To be fair,” you murmur, sitting up to grab a few tissues from the small table next to you. “Jungkook started it.”

“Yeah,” your boyfriend laughs as he wraps his arms around you. Jungkook pecks at your cheek before settling his head on your shoulder. “And you get to reap the benefits too. We did all the hard work while you sat there and looked pretty.”

You kiss Jungkook’s temple with a smile, just above his piercing. “How about next time I do all the work while you boys lie down?”

Yoongi perks up at this, sitting up to gape at you. “There’s a next time?”

Two pairs of eager eyes stare at you as you stand to stretch out the cramps from sitting too long. With a sly grin at the two of them, you wink, "Only if I get to 'just sit there and look pretty'."

moon's notes: i spent a total of 1 whole day writing this entire thing. so i'm slightly delirious right now. my inspiration? comes from the fact that i was thinking about cockwarming while watching a movie and all of a sudden yoongi came along???????? i don't know. i have no excuse to write this sordid fic full of filth, but i do hope you enjoyed reading it c:

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