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[urmingirl]

you will always be my favorite

[treesswayinginthewind]

Enjoying heavy songs - Amygdala

Trigger warnings: I don't mention anything explicit, just vaguely mental health struggles. Of course tread carefully around the MV.

I've recently gotten into reaction videos and as a Yoongi/SUGA/AgustD bias, of course I watch reaction videos of his songs, love to see people fall in love with his music, love to see them be blown away by the raw authenticity of his lyrics, by the emotions he shows.

Of course not all of them are the quality content we like to see, and I've come across plenty of reactions that don't feel genuine, don't show respect to the artist or voice opinions I don't agree with. Of course there's plenty reactions to one of my favourite songs of the whole D-Day album, Amygdala.

To be honest watching reaction videos of this song is a bit hit and miss. Most are not worth watching and I've now started to actively avoid them. There's a few that are worth the time, done by people who have dealt with similar things like depression and ptsd, who appreciate the space AgustD is creating in the public discourse for mental health topics and who genuinely appreciate the music. Most however, just look shocked or squeeze out some fake tears.

They are not the ones that keep me up at night. There was however a thought voiced in one reaction that really bothered me and here we are. But let me explain first what this song means to me.

Amygdala is the song that makes me wanna cry every time I listen, it's a song that I know all the lyrics to and I really can't claim to speak any Korean. It's the song that enables me to sing, yell, shout along to and feel oh so much. It is not a secret, that Yoongi's songs resonate with a lot of people who struggle with things in their lives, be it mental health topics, friends or family issues. His fans relate to him and his music because he gives our struggles a voice.

I am one of them. And although there are a lot of issues I struggle with that I might not be able to address and deal with (yet), his music means so much to me. It enables me to feel all those emotions, to get a release for all the anger, sadness and pain I feel without it needing to be about me. I can feel angry, sad and hurt over his story and still have a cathartic experience, feel relieved about my own issues afterwards.

It's not the only thing Yoongi's music does. He also gives us hope. He shares his journey with us with all its ups and downs, tells us that he has our back, that we can let go, that he's there for us. And he lets us know that he's okay too. That he is better and gives us hope that we can be better too.

I understand that the song deals with a lot of heavy topics. That the MV for Amygdala specifically shows things that are triggering for people and I respect and support people's decision to not watch and/or listen for those reasons. But, and I hope that the people I have heard voice this opinion are the exception, because some have said, that because of the topics of the song that this song and this MV are not something we should enjoy. And I reject this notion with all my heart.

I love this song. I love turning it up loud, dancing and singing along with it. And that's okay. I don't believe that Yoongi made this song, so we only listen once, make a sad face and move on. I don't believe that he made this song, so we say, yes he indeed had a difficult life, pity him and move on.

I am sure he knew that this is not the sort of subject matter that would top the charts. So it leaves the question, why did he do it? It's clear that making music is a way for him to process his own experiences and emotions. His music has always been like that. But I don't think it's far fetched to say that he probably knows that he is helping other people too. I like to think that he has seen at least some of the things people have written about his music, about how it makes people feel seen, how his songs and him talking about these topics makes space for them in the public discourse, makes people feel validated in their struggles. So I like to believe he made this song not just for himself, but also hoping it would help others. And with that in mind, I think it's wrong to insinuate that this song should not be enjoyed, CANNOT be enjoyed. I reject the idea that it should be a song, we can only listen to in silence with a solemn face. Of course his story should be treated with respect. Of course there are settings and ways this song could be consumed that might be inappropriate. But there is a difference between enjoying it and disrespecting it's subject matter.

I can enjoy this song because I feel seen. I can enjoy it, because I know he is better now. I can enjoy it for the emotional release I experience when listening to it. I an enjoy it for the skill that went into creating it. There are so many ways to enjoy this song that don't equal disrespect.

So if there is anyone out there who feels like they shouldn't be allowed to enjoy this song, this is for you. Please turn it up loud and sing along and dance to it and let it make you feel all the emotions. Let us enjoy the music, the beautiful lyrics, let us appreciate the skill with which he made this song.

It is okay to enjoy this song. It is okay to enjoy the MV. Both are brilliant. So much work and skill and dedication went into them. It is okay to feel joy while listening, because he's a brilliant artist, making something so beautiful from so much pain.

There is a delicate balance between wanting people to know this song, wanting people who struggle feel seen, create a platform for mental health topics and feeling like capitalising on pain in a society that is so obsessed with consumption. Maybe I am in a bubble, but I respect the fandom for how mindful they have been in creating content around this song and for the lack of content that uses imagery from the MV specifically in inappropriate ways.

But this should not mean, we should not "consume" the song and the MV. The worst we could do to this song is push it aside because "it's too heavy" or too delicate of a topic to talk about.

Let us enjoy the story he tells, the pain he sings about, the cry for help this song so clearly is. Let us enjoy it and feel it. Because despite his struggles, he is still here. And because even if we struggle, we are still here. Let this song be the voice that says, I struggle too and it's okay. Let us listen to it and remind ourselves. Let us talk about it and support each other. Because we are still here and we are not alone.

[haroldsonlyangel]

HAPPIEST YOONGI DAY TO ALL THOSE WHO CELEBRATE !! I love you so much babes and I hope you get to spend your day well !! 💜💜💜💜 Thanks for being your super iconic, adorable and loveable self and for bringing me so much comfort and joy !! 🥰💜

[aquagustd]

dawned in - MYG

during a game of hide-and-seek, it turns out to be a terrible idea when you decide to hide in the closet with your boyfriend - horny and needy boyfriend. Or not-so-terrible after all.

𓃠 yoongi’s birthday drabbles⁹ 𓃠

⤷ drabble for mortalised

pairing — dilf!yoongi x reader

genre/rating — R | fluff, smut, pwp

word count — 3.1K

warnings/tags — bff2l, strong language, dad yoongi 🥺 & his lil girl, breast kink, hand kink, explicit smut — dom!yoongi, closet sex?, dirty talk, nipple play, hickeys, biting/scratching, fingering, spit kink, handjob, edging, choking, finger sucking

a/n — y’all already know how i feel about dilf yoongi 😩 this yoongi here in this drabble

“Finally.”

Busy undoing the strap on your heels, you don’t notice your boyfriend’s presence behind you until you rise to your full height, arms wrapping around your waist as he buries his nose in your hair.

“Yoongi,” you giggle, reaching up to fit your hands in his silky hair, “couldn’t even wait till we’re upstairs?”

Only because you’ve seen that look before, you’d noticed that he’d been giving you those same sexy eyes throughout the evening. Even if he was the one who planned your date night, he was impatient. Constantly checking his watch or reminding you that you would need to go home early because of work tomorrow morning.

But you knew he was just making excuses.

His hands roaming your body, soft lips latched to your neck proves that your suspicions were true. And you’re not complaining, since you’ve been thinking about it all week yourself. The reason why he planned the date in the first place was because you’ve been too busy these past few days, and you barely had time to sit and enjoy each other’s company like you usually would.

Stumbling to the staircase, you twirl around to face him, hopping a few steps ahead to hear him grumble, face scrunched up with annoyance before he reaches for you. You snigger, making a show of dodging his touch before sprinting up the stairs. But he’s too fast, grabbing hold of your waist with his large palm once you reach the top, other hand curling around your throat.

You catch your reflection in the hallway mirror, the sight of his hand on your body sending a pleasurable shiver down your spine.

“We’re upstairs now,” he husks, piercing eyes meeting yours in the mirror, “let’s ta—”

A thump from the hallway on your left has both your heads snapping in the direction of the sound. You share a confused look once you notice that Yura’s bedroom light is still on, her door left ajar. It’s a little over 9PM, and even if you had returned from your date earlier than usual, it’s still way past the little girl’s bedtime.

Hand slinking into yours, he gestures for you to follow him as you tiptoe to her room, socked feet pressing into the carpet. He pushes her door open a little wider, met with the sight of Yura kneeling beside her cockatiel’s pink cage.

“It’s just me and you, Pikachu. I can’t sleep,” she sighs, poking a tiny finger between the thin bars, “should I take you out for a little longer? Don’t make too much noise, okay? Mum is sleeping.”

Yoongi pushes the door open further, causing the gown hanging on the back to fall from the hook, startling her.

“Dad!” She yells, hands flying to her chest, “you scared me!”

“Sorry,” he beams, walking into the room with you tailing him, “what are you doing up? You’re supposed to be asleep.”

You settle behind her on the bed, combing a hand through her hair, “can’t sleep?”

Her eyes fall to the rug, “mhm.”

Yoongi settles next to her, crossing his legs, “why not? You woke up early today. Where’s mum?”

“She’s asleep,” she mumbles, tugging at the hem of her pink sleepshirt, “I had a nap today so I’m not tired now.”

Yoongi’s gaze flickers to you before he reaches for his forehead, rubbing at the tension between his brows. You recall that Yoongi had warned Rika, a million times before, that Yura shouldn’t take naps during the day because when the time comes for her to sleep at night, she won’t be able to.

But that’s what she does, to avoid taking care of her while Yoongi’s at work during the weekends, she makes her take naps.

He sighs deeply, reaching for her hand. “What have you been up to then?”

With renewed energy, she springs to her feet, “I was watching slime videos.”

“Slime videos,” Yoongi parrots a little baffled, joining her under the covers while you’re crawling in next to them.

“Oooh ASMR slime videos,” you smile, leaning back against the headboard with her, “they’re so satisfying to watch.”

“Yeah,” she giggles, clicking play as she angles the screen so all three of you can watch, “it’s clay cracking ASMR.”

Yoongi’s as confused as ever, squinting at the screen as she explains what ‘clay cracking’ is.

“Okay,” Yoongi yawns, cuddling her to his chest, “one more video and then you’re going to bed.”

Without much of a fuss, she agrees, yawning right after him which only has you falling into the soporific action, rubbing at your eyes. Yoongi’s head snaps in your direction when you hop off the bed, silently enquiring if you’re actually tired and going to bed without him.

“I’m gonna shower,” you announce, bending over to press a kiss on Yura’s cheek, “goodnight princess.”

She offers a sweet, gap-toothed smile, “goodnight.”

“I’m gonna stay here and put her to bed,” Yoongi informs, “could you turn on the lamp on your way out?”

“Sure.”

Once you’re out of the shower, freshly moisturized and prepped for bed, because you know Yoongi must’ve fallen asleep if he hasn’t returned yet, you decide to wait a few minutes for him. A few minutes turn to fifteen – you get out of bed to check up on them. Only to find the two still awake, their round faces lit up by the screen.

Yoongi sits with his fist pressed to his cheek, shooting you a defeated smile as you round the bed.

“You’re still up?”

He sits up, folding the blanket over his body, “come on Yura. It’s time for bed now.”

“But I’m not tired,” Yura complains, tiny fists hitting the blanket, “I can’t sleep dad.”

You can tell that Yoongi’s patience is wearing thin, especially when he flops back down on the bed and reminds her of how many slime videos they had watched so far.

An idea pops in your head. Something you and your siblings used to do whenever you couldn’t sleep, and you didn’t want to disturb your parents. By the time you were done, you’d all be passed out.

Crouching by the bed, you pinch her cheek, “why don’t we play a game?”

Her small eyes widen, “a game?”

“Yep,” you grin, searching Yoongi’s eyes for any sign of disapproval. You find nothing except interest. As if he’d do anything to get her to sleep.

“What game?”

“Hide-and-seek?” You suggest, chuckling when she cheers.

“YES!”

“Hide-and-seek?” Yoongi repeats, chewing at the corner of his mouth, “it’s too late for that.”

“It’d be fun,” you coax, shrugging lightly, “we’ll hide upstairs only, so we won’t disturb your mum.”

“Yeah!” Yura squeals, wrapping her arms around your neck. “Who should seek first?”

“We’ll play rock, paper, scissors to decide,” Yoongi nods, rolling up the sleeves of his white t-shirt.

“Oh,” you jest, sharing a teasing look with Yura as her dad holds up his fist, “he wants to play with us now.”

She titters, “fine, you can play with us dad.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “come on, rock, paper, scissors.”

Not paying much attention to the pregame, Yoongi’s out, which has him seeking first.

“I WON,” Yura shrieks, already bouncing off the bed, “you can count in the hallway, and we’ll hide.”

Yoongi nods, hands swaying to his sides while you’re already plotting your hiding spot, “to what number?”

“Two hundred.”

“What,” Yoongi tsks, eyes widening slightly, “I’ll count in tens then.”

“No,” you chuckle, turning to Yura, “what number should he count till?”

She taps her chin, “uhmmm, fifty?”

“That’s too less,” you object, “we won’t have enough time to hide. How about seventy-five?”

“Yes! Seventy-five. Is that okay, dad?”

“Yeah,” he grumbles, leaving the two of you alone as you wait to hear him begin counting. Once he does, you both spring to action.

Yura slides under her duvet, a lump clearly visible which only has you giggling.

“Yura,” you chuckle, lifting the fluffy edge to find her bundled up like a rabbit, “he’ll find you here.”

She shakes her head, “no, he won’t. He won’t check here because he’ll think we went out of the room. Come hide with me!”

With a hop to the side, she pats the space next to her, “come on! He’ll be done any minute.”

As you’re squeezing in next to her, your hand slips on the sheet and you face plant into her Hello Kitty plushies. She slaps a hand over her mouth, muffling her giggles while you join in her laughter, reaching forward to tickle her sides.

“You’re laughing at me huh?!”

She rolls onto her back, hair flopping over her face, “no, stop!”

When she nearly boots you in the face, you decide to move away, hands tucked under each other.

“Fifty-six…” You hear Yoongi count from the other end of the hall, his lazy drawl has another round of giggles bubbling out of your lips, heads bumping into each other.

She rests a hand on your forearm, drawing patterns on your skin, “you smell nice.”

“Thank you, baby,” you grin, pinching her cheek softly, “so do you.”

“Ready or not…here I come.”

Excitement building, you tuck your head between your hands, eyes scrunched shut as you hear his footsteps become louder and louder. You know he’ll find you easily, but that just means the game will be over quicker.

You lift your head to find Yura impossibly close, her face lit with pink, “do you think—”

“Shush!”

“FOUND YOU!”

The blanket gets tugged over your bodies, exposing you to the dim lighting in her room. Yura lurches into Yoongi’s arms, squealing when he throws her up in the air.

He cocks a brow, “hey, you guys were hiding together? That’s against the rules.”

Yura rolls her eyes, cupping her father’s cheeks between her tiny palms, “no, it’s not.”

Yoongi’s eyes bug out of his head comically, lips puckered which only has the two of you doubling over with laughter at his goofiness.

“Come on,” you clear your throat, wiping the tears from your eyes, “let’s go again.”

Another round of rock, paper, scissors and Yura is the one seeking this time. You don’t know where Yoongi disappears to, but you’re determined on finding a good hiding spot this time. Roaming around the house, looking for corners and caves. You decide to hide in one of the guest bathrooms, then realize that you’d just have to be sitting in the shower which is hardly a good hiding spot.

Tiptoeing across the room, you push down the handle to the closet, stepping in before you spin around and shut the door tightly. It’s pitch black in the closet, the smell of pine and sandalwood fills your nose while you’re trying not to think scary thoughts. You can barely see your own hands in front of you.

So when you feel another pair sliding around your waist, your soul nearly jumps out of your body.

“WHAT THE—”

“Shush—” from the voice you can tell it’s Yoongi, large hand pressed to your lips “—it’s just me.”

You peel his hands off your mouth, the outline of his face barely visible.

“God,” you sigh, heart beating erratically in your chest, “you scared me.”

He chuckles, low and husky, “sorry.”

Pouting in the darkness, you turn around and press your back to his cushiony chest, slotting his fingers into yours. You won’t admit that you are a little relieved that he’s hiding in the creepy closet with you.

“Do you think she’ll find us in here?”

Not knowing the intent behind his question, you respond with: “nah. Even if she does think to come on this side of the house, she’ll be too scared to check in the closet.”

He hums, breath kissing your ear, “okay.”

A wave of goosebumps prickles your skin when you feel his hand slide under your sleepshirt, dangerously close to the band of your panties.

“Yoong—”

His teeth catch on the skin below your earlobe, fingers tipping up your chin so your head rests on his shoulder. You go without thought, clutching his wrist when his index finger swipes across your inner thigh, causing your pussy to clench around nothing.

“I’ve been waiting for this all week, kitten,” he murmurs, tonguing at the sore spot he had just attacked on the column of your throat, “you’ll let me have it, won’t you?”

Your lips slide over each other when he dips his hand into your underwear, kicking your legs open as he spreads your lower lips. A whimper leaves your parted lips when he flicks your click from side to side, eyes falling shut as you lean into his touch.

“I asked you a question,” he grits, fingers pressing into the sides of your throat, “answer me, kitten. Otherwise, you’ll get nothing tonight. And I know you won’t be able to handle that, with the way you were looking at me all night.”

You want to argue that he’s been giving you that look he’s talking about, but words fail you when he nips at the tender spot on your shoulder, middle finger curling around your puffy clit.

Breaths a little strained, you spin around in his hold, pulling him closer by his belt loops to feel his bulge press into your lower belly.

“You can have me,” you susurrate, speaking against his lips, “but you’d have to be quiet.”

Even in the dark, you can see the confusion in his face. But it all gets wiped away when you unzip his pants and reach into his boxer briefs to pull out his thick cock.

“Fuck,” he grits, jerking into your hand as you stroke him till he’s fully hard in your hand.

He hooks your thigh around his waist, one hand sliding up your shirt to find your pebbled nipples, giving both enough attention by rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. A moan tumbles from your lips when he begins to rub at your clit frantically, slotting his lips against yours to catch all your sounds.

“Wait,” you mumble, pursing your lips as a long line of spit dribbles from your mouth to land on the bulbous head of his cock.

He shivers with the action, gaining momentum just as you begin to stroke and tug the length of his cock, rolling your palm from root to tip. As if to challenge your action, he removes his fingers from your panties, earning a whine from you, and pushes it between your lips, letting it slide across your tongue.

You hum, tasting yourself as he works his fingers into your mouth.

“That’s it, kitten, get it nice and wet,” he hisses, thrusting into your hand as precum dribbles onto your wrist, “fuck, suck it like you suck my cock.”

More slick drips from your cunt at the statement, letting go of his fingers with a lewd pop before they sink into your panties once again, folds even puffier.

“Fuck, you’re dripping for me.”

You brace yourself on his shoulders as he sinks two fingers into you, thumb working at your clit when yours splits the tip of his cock, now oozing and sticky. You aren’t prepared for the spine-tingling sensation once he begins to curl his fingers into you, rubbing at your sweet spot which has your movements on his cock stalling, head falling to his shoulder.

To your dismay, he removes his fingers from your pussy, earlobe caught between his teeth a little too hard.

“Did I say you could stop?”

Swallowing thickly, you pick up your movements once again, stroking his cock lazily as you tremble on your feet, bottom lip caught between your teeth to keep your moans from slipping.

His cock twitches in your palm, the air around you thick with his scent as you roll your hips into his hand. The coil in your abdomen tightens, pussy squeezing around his fingers as he continues to abuse your sweet spot, nothing but the filthy squelch along with his rumbling moans fill the confined space.

“Fuck,” you sigh, kissing up the side of his neck, “yes, yes, gonna cum.”

He speaks through gritted teeth, thrusts becoming erratic, “yeah? Gonna cum for me. Fuck, your hand feels so good kitten.”

Clit pulsing under his touch, you can feel a light sweat budding on your neck and face, nails piercing into the back of his neck as your pussy closes around his fingers. The sensation intensifies when he dips his head to catch your nipple between his lips, ensuing a string of curses from you as you drench his hand in your slick.

He pauses, strained breaths mingling with yours, “what was that?”

Tongue sitting dry in your mouth, you shake your head, a little dazed.

“What?”

Drawing his fingers out of your pussy slowly, he trembles when you let go of his cock, leg unhooking from his waist as the feeling of sweet bliss ebbs away.

He tucks his cock back into his pants, wet hand fitting into yours, “I think she’s coming.”

It takes you a second to return to reality, and then you’re worried too, hoping Yoongi hasn’t scarred your neck too bad. But a good amount of time passes as you stand in the darkness and wait for Yura to find you. Silently catching your breath.

Deciding to step out, you see Rika emerging from the guest bathroom. You’re just as stunned as her.

“What were you two doing in there?”

Ignoring her question, Yoongi dashes past her with you in hand, heading for Yura’s room. You almost feel a little guilty when you find her fast asleep in bed, her hands tucked between her legs which reminds you of the way her dad would sleep sometimes. You coo at the sight, how toasty and cuddly she looks surrounded by her plushies and pillows.

After washing his hands, Yoongi returns to her room to tuck her in properly, a grim smile on his face.

“She must’ve given up trying to find us,” he mumbles, watching her from the doorway.

You nod solemnly, playing with the short hair at the back of his neck, “yeah.”

With one last goodnight, he shuts the door behind him, expression changing in less than a second as he pulls you to his chest. Giggling, you place a lingering kiss to his pout, heat simmering in your core.

“Where were we?”

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[sanarin]

READING THIS AGAIN ON MARCH 1 🥰

YES BBY ITS MINMARCH!! MY YOONGI POONGIE BIRTHDAY MONTH 🥹🤍💕

Little Spoon

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: None Word count: 552

Happy birthday to the love of my life, I hope you get lots of rest and get to eat all your favourite foods <3

“Psst. Pssssst.”

Yoongi groans, sensing the sunlight shining down on him beyond his closed eyelids. He mumbles something incoherent and buries himself further under the covers, curling in on himself as he tries to catch a few more minutes of shut eye.

A finger jabs him in the side. “Psssssst.”

He rolls over, back facing you. “Go away.”

“Baby,” you laugh, scooting up against him as you wrap your arms around his slim figure. Min Yoongi loves being the little spoon. He just won’t admit it out loud. “Wake up. It’s your birthday.”

“My birthday can wait five more minutes.”

Chuckling, you tug the blanket down slightly to press a kiss to his shoulder. “You’re a silly man, you know?” You smile against the fabric of his t-shirt and nuzzle against him. “Love you.”

Yoongi’s body relaxes slightly, but the stubborn old man that he’s predestined to become can’t help but huff, “If you really loved me, you would let me sleep.”

You can’t help but frown a little. Yoongi loves in his own way—small gestures, fleeting touches, not-so-fleeting touches, but words have always been a struggle. The amount of times over the course of your relationship that you’ve had misunderstandings because of his blunt nature can no longer be counted on just your fingers and toes.

But he always seeks you out, always apologizes and makes you remember all the reasons why you love him so much, with your entire body and soul. He is your person, and you are his. Of this, you are certain.

Right now though, you let out a quiet sigh through parted lips and mumble, “Okay.”

You loosen your grip on him and sit up, moving away from the warmth of his body, when a hand reaches out to gently take hold of your wrist.

You turn and glance at Yoongi, who is peering at you with one eye open. “Not what I meant.”

A smile breaks across your face as you slip back under the covers with him, nestling back against him so that you can be the big spoon. You rise up slightly to press a kiss to his cheek, but he turns and chases your mouth instead.

His lips move languidly with yours, still sleepy, but soft and pliant as always. His tongue along the seam of your mouth has you letting out the tiniest moan, and when he pulls away, he has that insolent and yet adorable little smirk on his face.

“Later,” he promises, and it sends heat shooting straight to your core. “Nap first.”

“Fine, fine,” you concede as your arms wrap around him once more. You also have to admit, the warmth of the sun and the heat emanating off his body are enough to have your eyes drooping once more. As you close your eyes, you feel Yoongi’s hand covering your own, and his thumb running gently along the softness of your skin.

“I love you,” he says quietly, hoping that you haven’t already fallen asleep.

You smile and press a soft kiss behind his ear, breathing in his scent as you feel yourself being lulled into slumber.

“I love you too, Yoongi. Happy birthday.”

[daechwitaedits]

𓂃 YOONGI BIRTHDAY PACKS PT 1/2 𔘓

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[urmingirl]

'For Youth' - Yoongi 🌼

[93sdboy]

happy minmarch for those who celebrate!!!

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[flawless-bitch-here]

Happy Birthday to my dear sweetest cast

And hide the scissors ✂️ army want long hair bangtan

[ryillarmy]

Our guy is topping it overall? Deserved!

Daechwita by Agust D

[ostera7]

Stream for #Yoongi

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[katernacle]

Y’ALL HE CAN RAISE HIS ARM UP ALL THE WAY NOW IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM 😭😭😭

[katernacle]

Jin isn’t just the first to with Suga a happy birthday today— he already wished him an early birthday months ago! :p

210308 Jin’s Tweet

윤기야 내가 제일 먼저 축하해줬다 생일축하해 pic.twitter.com/TAxip5VB7l

Yoongi-yah I’m the first to wish you a happy birthday, happy birthday

Picture Translation: Yoongi HBD

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[aquagustd]

venus in converse - MYG

one disagreement with your boyfriend can be easily settled on the court, however you have new plans after making a thrilling discovery.

𓃠 yoongi’s birthday drabbles⁹ 𓃠

⤷ drabble for not around

pairing — basketball player!yoongi x cheerleader!reader

genre/rating — R | fluff, smut

word count — 2.8K

warnings/tags — college au, strong language, blond yoongs, two idiots, bickering, a dash of sub!yoongi, breast kink, explicit smut — makeup sex, semi-public sex, yoongi’s back, y/n has a thing for yoongi’s phat ass, exhibitionism, dirty talk, brief handjob, oral (m), deepthroating, nipple play, degradation/praise, biting/scratching, hair pulling, hickeys, creampie, unprotected sex against a wall in a shower :)

a/n — sweaty yoongi + basketball = 😮‍💨🏀🤌🏻

“I’m gonna stay for a bit and practice the choreo.”

Passing Naya a quick glance, you nod, tightening your ponytail before going over the routine in your head. After a few moments of silence, the only sounds being the squeak of your sneakers and the ball bouncing a few feet away, she speaks.

“What’s going on with you two this time?”

Without turning around to face her, you respond with a heavy sigh.

“I don’t know.”

She hums, silence falling over you once again. When you throw a look at Yoongi over your shoulder, met with the sight of his back, anger resurfaces in the form of complaints.

“I literally have no idea what I said, but we were arguing about where to eat after practice and then…” You trail off, gaze skating across the court with a burdened frown.

With a chuckle, she comes around to stand next to you, falling into step with your movements.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she grins, fading sunlight casting a shadow on her tanned skin, “you’re like an old married couple.”

While that statement makes your heart flutter, you’re still saddened by the fact that your arguments have become frequent as of late. Over the pettiest issues. Together for nearly a year and a half, your longest relationship, you know this is not what you expected it to be.

“Hey,” she pants, gesturing for you to follow her to the benches.

You share a bottle of orange juice, her arm over your shoulder.

“You know I’m always right.”

Rolling your eyes, you nudge her knee with yours, her words giving you a hint as to where she might be going with this.

“Not always,” you counter, catching Yoongi side eye you before the ball leaves his hands and flies through the hoop.

“Like, 99.9 percent of the time.”

“Guess so.”

She readjusts her posture on the bench, hands kept between her crossed legs, “what’s funny is that…each time you two have a fight, the next morning or even if we happen to meet up later that day, things are back to normal.”

“What are you—”

“What I’m saying is,” she continues, wearing a sparkling grin, “the fights are short-lived.”

You heave another heavy sigh, crossing your arms, “yeah but I hate it.”

“How do you usually resolve the issue?”

Looking up in thought, you respond with a little more interest, “well, we talk about it for a bit and sometimes we only talk after…”

While she sports a knowing smile, realization dawns on you.

Slapping her knees proudly, she springs up from the bench, unzipping her gym bag to grab a towel.

“There’s your answer.”

“Wait, you—”

“Makeup sex,” she bellows, punctuating each word by slapping her palms together, “the guy loves a good angry fuck. Trust me, I know.”

The words and flashbacks itself has the pit of your stomach curdling with want. Still stunned by the discovery, you watch him dribble across the side of the court, white shirt clinging to his body with all sweat.

You lick your lips.

“I’m gonna go,” Naya announces, leaning down to give you a side hug, “have fun, girl.”

Too engrossed in the sight of your sexy boyfriend rubbing his forehead with the hem of his shirt, exposing his stomach to your greedy eyes, you don’t even notice the suggestive wink she passes your way as she steps off the court.

“Hey,” you call, standing at the midcourt line.

He grumbles out a greeting, arms held high over his head as he makes another shot.

“Let’s play,” you ask with a saccharine sweet voice, circling his tense figure.

With a shake of his head, the ball bounces right at the center of the distance between you before you catch it with skilled hands.

“Halfcourt.”

He assumes position in front of you, bending his knees before you dash past him and make your way to the basket, excitement building only for it to fizzle into disappointment when he snatches it from you and takes the shot himself, tongue poking into his cheek with satisfaction.

Is he trying to piss you off even more? The thought only gets you more wet, gaze raking down his dripping skin with heightened lust.

Without saying a word, you repeat your actions from earlier, making a show of dipping lower to display your boobs to him but surprisingly, he dodges your tricks just as he manages to steal every single shot. What else could you expect from the captain of the basketball team? Radiating pride as he shoots you an ‘I won’ with a cocky raise of his brow before he’s jogging inside the building, leaving you there in the middle of the court with the incessant throb between your legs.

However, you’re ready to beat him at his own game, that’s why, for the first time ever, you’re entering the boys’ change rooms, hand flying to pinch your nostrils together after getting a whiff of the noisome odor. You’re passing each guy with your head hung low, not wanting to see other guys dicks, the idea alone has you feeling nauseous. You only have one dick in mind. And you’re a little relieved when you spot Hoseok in the corner, even though he’s half naked.

“What are you doing here?” He chuckles, throwing a navy-blue towel over his shoulder.

Keeping your gaze on his feet, you ask with a low voice, knowing that you’ve managed to make a spectacle of yourself, “hey…uh, where’s Yoongi?”

“Check in the last cubicle,” he responds, curiosity evident in his voice, “he usually showers there.”

You follow his gaze down the aisle, “thanks.”

Rushing away, you grip the hem of your shirt with slight hesitation before peeking around the corner. Checking that no one can see you behind the wall before stripping off your gym shorts and bra. You let your hair loose, quickly pulling back the curtain to be met with the sight of Yoongi’s broad back, water cascading down each muscle. One hand slides through his wet, blond hair, pushing it back over his forehead.

God, you’re soaked.

You’re also mildly aware that you could’ve walked in another one of the guys showering, so you’re relieved as you watch him run a hand over the globes of his shoulders, muscles rippling as he washes off the soapy bubbles.

Pussy aching with need, you take a single step forward, pressing down each foot lightly so as to not alert him of your presence.

His obliviousness gives you a chance to admire his cute, round ass. Your fingers itch at its sides, wanting to give it a few good smacks but then you’ll be digging your own grave. His voice snaps you back to reality. Deep and rumbling.

“I know you’re there.”

You freeze.

Feet splashing as you walk, you don’t bother to keep your steps silent, knowing that once you get your arms around his shoulders, boobs pressed into his back, his annoyance will slowly change into another feeling. And when you do, his lips part, eyes widening ever so slightly before he pretends like your wet body rubbing against his doesn’t affect him at all.

“Someone could see us,” he mumbles, voice just a whisper to conceal the burgeoning arousal overtaking his body. You lean up to press your chin on his shoulder, peeking over his chest to watch his thick cock spring up right in front of your eyes.

You smile, tilting your head ever so slightly to kiss the spot just below his ear, tongue niggling at his earlobe as his fists clench and unclench at his sides.

You got him.

Chuckling, you reach under his arm to stroke up and down his chest and stomach, lingering at the wet tufts of hair below his navel, “I don’t think anyone would make the mistake of walking in on you showering.”

He opens his mouth to speak but your nails dip lower, just barely grazing the base of his cock, a shaky breath leaving his wet lips. His tongue darts out, gaze dropping to where your hand wraps around his cock, palming him till he’s fully hard and twitching.

You jerk your front to his back, pushing him further into your hold as you watch the sticky precum begin to bead at his pretty tip, more viscous than the liquid beating down on your skin.

Eyes flickering to his with a smirk stretching your lips, you watch the top half of his body flush red, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he tries to stifle his moans. Displeased, you roll your fist from root to tip in a languid, tight stroke, feeling him shiver under your hand that’s now creeping up the front of his chest, sitting between his collarbones.

“What’s wrong?” You tease when your fingers loosen around his cock and he whines, hips bucking into your enclosed hand.

He says nothing, just shakes his head with a stubborn frown despite the needy look in his eyes, grumbling out your name which tapers into a gasp when you tug at his cock and split the tip with your thumb, veins pulsing in your hold.

His head falls back, hair dusting across your cheek as his eyes slip shut, pleasure thrumming across his skin with your actions, yet he still refuses to let you know how good it feels to have your soft hand stroke his cock. How good it feels to have his hot body flush against yours.

“What’s wrong, pretty boy? Let me hear you,” you giggle, eating up the hazy look in his feline eyes when he chases your lips, “no kisses till you tell me how good this feels.”

A long, drawn-out moan falls from his lips when you begin to work him with both hands, sloppy wet sounds echoing in the cubicle as you drag one hand across his twitching shaft while the other focuses on the head, thumb flicking his frenulum. You spread your fingers over the sensitive skin of his balls, precum clinging to it as you alternate between massaging and tugging each one.

“Fuck,” he grits, unable to muffle the sounds of his gravely moans any longer.

You’re fixated on the way his face scrunches up with pleasure, the tell-tale signs that he’s reaching his end when his moans turn into soft pleads of your name, hips meeting every stroke.

“G-gonna—“ he shivers, movements slowing which indicates that he’s about to cum, your movements speed up, eager to hear more of his heavenly sounds. However, he has different plans, reaching down to grab your wrist while his other hand slides into your hair, pushing you down to your knees in under a second.

Chest heaving, you look up at him through the ruthless curtain of water that continues to hammer down on your back and scalp, lips parted to get more air in your straining lungs.

When he stands in front of you, slick, rock hard cock in line with your mouth, your hands fly to the backs of his knees, ready to give him the suck of his life but he bends his left leg, knee rubbing against your nipple.

Your head lolls forward, holding both your heavy breasts needily for his easy access as he jumps from one to the other, flicking your perky nipples with his knee.

“Yoongi,” you sigh, legs spread apart as you squish your tits together with an enticing moan, leaning into his touch.

With the hold he has on your hair, he yanks you up straight, a mix of pain and desire surging through you when he taps the tip on your rolled out tongue, matching your grin. He bites his bottom lip, clearly dragging out what he assumes is your torture. But you know he’s only stalling because he’s enjoying the sight below him; on your knees, nipples rubbing into his legs while you press your tits together, every inch of your body wet and waiting for him only. All this in a public shower.

Where any of the guys could hear the way you gag for him once he pushes his hips forward, cock lodging deep into your throat on the first thrust.

He hisses when you hollow out your cheeks, nails digging into the globes of his ass as you guide him along with long slurps, a mix of your saliva and his precum dribbling down the sides of your lips.

“Fuck, never would’ve thought you’d come in here, look at you. Always so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

You moan around his length, taking him far past your usual limit and swallowing around him, eyes scrunching shut when he holds your hair up in a makeshift ponytail, fucking your mouth with soft grunts of your name.

“Want all the guys to hear you? Want them to hear you gag around my cock like the whore you are? Fuck, I bet that’s what you wanted huh. Such a dirty slut.”

Eyes prickling with tears, your pussy clenches around nothing, nose pressing into his pubic bone each time to take him into the wet heat of your mouth, throat encasing the tip. His chest heaves, lips red raw with how hard he’s biting his lips. But that does nothing to keep down his moans before your tongue peeks out to rub at his balls, cock twitching against your cheeks as you pull him out and repeat, bobbing your head viciously.

“Fuck, want me to cum down your throat, yeah? You’re gonna drink it all, hm? Like my good little slut.”

“Alright, you two. That’s enough.”

His eyes go as wide as saucers, and you imagine you must look the same. Coach Kim’s voice from just behind the curtain sends a shiver down your spine.

Yoongi’s cock falls your mouth, hitting your chin before he’s pulling you to your feet. Just when you think he’s gonna wrap you up in his towel, he grabs a hold of your thighs and hooks them around his waist. Sensation of the cold wall hitting your back being the only warning you get before his cock slips into your dripping pussy. His broad, wet palm slots over your mouth, forehead pressed to yours as he works his hips into yours.

You wince with the burn, eyes scrunching shut before the pain eases into pleasure, the loud slaps of his body connecting with yours mixes with the sounds of the water hitting the shower tiles. Tip nudging your sweet spot on every thrust as you tremble around him. His mouth presses into the back of his hand, small eyes now round and heated as he chases his high.

Coach Kim’s warning already forgotten, your wrap your arms around his neck and meet his thrusts with sharp rolls of your hips, feeling his cock drag and twitch along your ridged walls as they squeeze around his length. He replaces the hand over your mouth with his lips, free hand sliding down to flick at your clit while the other stays tucked under your ass, holding you up against him as he fucks you senseless.

Your mind goes hazy, body alight with white-hot pleasure as you cum around him with a shuddering wail against his sweet mouth, fingers curling around the hair at his nape as your walls convulse around him.

A smile forms on your lips as you watch him reach his end, shooting into your cunt with shallow thrusts as he tips his chin up, still fucking into you with low, breathy moans.

Kissing you slow and fervently, his softening cock slips out of you, legs like jelly once he sets you down on the slippery tile, warm cum dripping down your inner thighs. You clean yourself up as best as you can, knowing that you’d definitely have to take another shower at home.

Finally, he turns off the shower, turning to you with a pleased, gummy grin. You’re drinking in the messy way his hair is pushed flat to his head, scratch marks on his neck and shoulders.

He takes the, now sopping wet, hair tie from your wrist and props it on his own, another one of yours to his collection.

“We should probably go out now,” he mumbles, tucking a wet strand of hair behind your ear, “we’ve been in here for too long.”

You’re a bit alarmed when you realize that Coach Kim must’ve heard everything, but Yoongi doesn’t seem even a little embarrassed. In fact, he looks too happy, cupping your chin with one hand while the other massages the small of your back lazily. You know him far too well.

“Maybe we should stay for a while,” you suggest, bottom lip sticking out.

“Nah,” he counters, thumbing at your protruding lip as he exhales a blissful sigh, “we should leave now.”

“I think we should stay longer.”

“We should go.”

“I don’t think so.”

He takes a step back, assessing your face with a lopsided smile when you repeat your words with added petulance, knowing that you’ve caught on to his little trick. His gaze meanders from your eyes to your lips to your soapy boobs, a menacing lilt to his voice.

“No.”

Here we go again.

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➵ summary: your dull evening at a bar sees hope when your elusive, handsome boss min yoongi shows you the ropes on everything alcohol, but shows you much more when he ends up buried deep inside you. 

➵ pairing: executive boss!yoongi x employee!reader

➵ genre: business!au, age gap!au (5 years), smut, pwp 

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 8k 

➵ warnings: alcohol consumption, teasing, explicit sexual content, pussy fondling, semi-public fingering, exhibitionism, titty sucking, marking, manhandling, elevator sex, cum-eating & more <3

➵ release date: mar. 26th, 2022.

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