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each members fav position

combining both 🫶🏻 i put a 'read more' thingy cause I wrote too much lol

cw: explicit sexual content, implied non-con/dub-con (I surely wrote it somewhere idk lmfao)

JIN would be more the type to prefer less intimate positions, I think, if we go down a darker route. so surely doggy, with you bent over the bed or his office desk for example. he's the least animalistic in bed I'd say, but that doesn't mean he isn't rough, cause yk, I believe in jin being a sadist 🤭 sex is more a way for him to relax (in some cases) or relieve some tension.

now, jin wouldn't be opposed to positions like missionary. if you're his gf — or aka his personal slut — he'd absolutely get on top of you and languidly roll his hips over yours with a hand around your throat <3 he's very strict though, so you always have to be a good girl of course, and he definitely would reward you with some cockwarming but orally, so his cock in your mouth 🙈

YOONGI is into more intimate positions, where you have to be really touchy yk, not because he's a romantic or something like that, but just because he really does enjoy sex and wants everything out of it. I think he's also the least interested in hookups. like I said before, yoongi loves corrupting virgin girls and I think this fact just gives more intimacy to the sex, like it's not just a one time thing... he wants it to mean something!

I don't have a precise position in mind, but if he goes for doggy, he'd have his chest against your back, his hand around your throat, too, and the other one toying with your clit, whispering dirty words in your ear 👀 also, I think most of the time he prefers sex on the bed, somewhere comfortable and private.

HOSEOK is a wild man. doggy (yes again), cowgirl (but he takes the lead ofc), missionary with your legs over your stomach, sideways with one leg on his shoulder, like... he does everything but super intense. heavy on the pet play obviously because we're talking about hoseok lol, so like you're always in submission. plus, he hates clothes during sex so you're always striped down to your simplest attire, apart maybe for the occasional skirt he doesn't bother taking off.

hoseok is also similar to yoongi where he doesn't like hookups, like he just gets himself a little plaything and keeps her with him. and ofc it simply makes sense that he's into free-use.

NAMJOON likes cowgirl lmfao, I mean I just think it's more that sometimes he's too lazy or wants to watch, like he absolutely loves seeing a girl impaling herself on him while he's just chilling, having his cock all wet and warm. buuuut namjoon would def give your face few slaps, mostly gentle, like he just enjoys toying with you <3

he loves giving head, too, loves eating pussy and all, he sure likes a blowjod (I mean, he won't refuse it) but if he has to choose, namjoon's gonna eat your pussy out. and unpopular opinion (tbh it's just to get something else than cowgirl, the answer was pretty obvious lol) he likes spoon too 😊 loves groping your boobs and ass while you cry about how big he is :(

JIMIN (trying not to get too excited for this one) is a sadist, a hard dom, a freaky little shit, idc argue with the wall, and so that man will demolish you in every position, like... it doesn't matter... however, I still think jimin likes more the positions where you're both facing each other so he can see your facial expressions. sure there's the occasional doggy (you can't escape it) and the whole 'laying on his lap to receive his spanks'.

as for oral sex, he likes it too... a lot... and I know this is controversial, but he might be more into deep throating than cunnilingus 😕 jimin is a munch, I will not deny that, but he's a big meanie so what better way to punish you than forcing his cock down your throat!? dark!jimin receives head (and gives anal 😸), I don't make the rules!!

TAEHYUNG... well, first of all: primal kink. he's the most animalistic one (maybe on the same level as hoseok) so obviously doggy. sorry!!! I mean, it just makes sense; he can grip your hair, pull on it, slap your ass, shove your head onto the mattress... but taehyung loves missionary as much. with how much he's obsessed with you and loves you, he has to be face to face with you, have your breasts pressed on his chest, kiss your lips, and all that.

he also likes his sex very very messy. lots of sweat, lots of spit, lots of cum obviously. he can cum like... three times, it's insane, but he has a breeding kink, so both goes together.

JUNGKOOK is also a freaky little shit. I think he's into a lot of things, and he's open to do a lot of things, too. he still has a fav position; it has to be missionary and with your hands over your head. I think the more restrained you are, the more he likes it because he likes to be in control, like he literally can't envision having sex with you if you aren't submitting to him! and anyway, with how strong he is, there's just no way you can overpower jungkook 🙈

maybe controversial? but he isn't into hookups either :/ jungkook is possessive and jealous so like I don't think he'd engage in sex if it isn't with a partner. he has to love the person 🫶🏻 how cute... but it's also because it's easier to manipulate you and gaslight you <3

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True Love Yoongi would pass from bruises, he breaks bones

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Min Yoongi Audio Smut / Rough Sex

Another one in the studio but this time it's more rough. Sorry for Holly barking in the back (he was there for some reason). 😔✊

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True Love 03

| is true love supposed to hurt like this?

warnings for the drabbles in general: domestic violence, toxicity. I'm not glorifying toxic relationship but I am though. don't judge. smut, not so explicit. reader's body type briefly mentioned. reader's ethnicity's not mentioned, but she's light skinned to white. the bitch has no personality. mental health mentioned (medication, depression, anxiety, NPD, etc). implied self harm (skin pinching, nail biting, scratching, hair pulling). of course physical abuse (hair pulling, slapping, pinching, punching, he breaks bones be fr, hickeys and bite marks??). drug dealer yoongi. set in susong-gu, daegu. they're both fucked up. everything against reader. reader's 17, yoongi's 23.

death showed up to me so many times while holding your hand

It's a cold saturday morning and you're sobbing in pain, holding your broken fingers as he drives in silence towards the hospital, not even acknowledging your pain.

You're holding your hand against your chest, trying to stop the pain in your fingers, your eyes watering and your face scrunching up in discomfort as the car jerks over a speed bump, making you wince. He's driving without a care in the world, not even sparing you a glance as he drives in the dark road. He seems to have an ability to act like nothing's happening when you're in pain. You can hear the cigarette rolling between his fingers as he takes a deep drag, letting out a cloud of smoke in the air. He's driving so slowly, like he wants to prolong your pain. What happened? Well, you don't even know, he found your antidepressants hidden in your underwear and before you know he was snapping your fingers in two. He made it clear before, you should've obeyed him, you should've stopped taking those pills. After what feels like an eternity, you arrive to the hospital. He shoves you out of the car and grabs your elbow, not letting you rush inside and making sure to move your hand so your fingers hurt even more, but you stay quiet.

The night is quiet as you enter the hospital, the automatic doors opening and closing behind you. The fluorescent lights make everything seem cold, with the white walls and the empty halls. He leads you towards the emergency room, holding your upper arm, his hand moving to the side of your waist and squeezing tightly, making you wince. "Sit down." He says, pointing to the chairs in the waiting room, before he goes to talk to the receptionist. You obey and sit down, watching him walk away, his face blank as always. You already know how this works, you lie and say you fell down the stairs, you get fixed and go back home. Last time when he broke your nose the doctor was suspicious of him and the police was called, he was so mad he locked you in the room for a week with just water and sometimes, a bag of chips.

He comes back from the desk, sitting down next to you, his eyes scanning the room. He doesn't look at you, he just looks straight ahead, like he's bored. He takes another drag from his cigarette, the ember glows in the dark. He still hasn't said a word, not even asking if you're okay or if you're in pain. You can feel the tension in the air, you know he's angry but he won't show it in public, he'll save all that anger for when you're home, alone. He looks at you and his hand moves to the side of your neck, his thumb tracing over your jawline. "You know you're not supposed to hide things from me" He says, his voice low and cold. You nod softly, knowing what's waiting for you after leaving this hospital. "I'm sorry" You whisper, holding your injured hand against your chest.

He hums, his eyes still looking straight ahead. He's tapping his foot impatiently, the sound of his boot against the hospital linoleum echoing in the empty waiting room. His hand is still on your neck, his thumb still drawing shapes on your skin. He seems to be lost in thought, the cigarette smoke swirling around his head. The nurse calls your name all of sudden, saying the doctor is waiting for you. You stand up, Yoongi behind you, a harsh grip on your arm as he walks with you into a sterile room, as if he was warning you to keep your cool so he doesn't get in trouble, doctors aren't stupid, they know what kind of injuries are accidents and which are not, but they choose to stay quiet, they can't do anything if you don't sue him yourself, the police needs an order, after all, and that won't happen, cause you wouldn't never snitch on your man.

The doctor is already sitting on a rolling stool in front of you, his pen in his hand and the computer set up next to him. He looks a bit tired, bags under his eyes, and he looks a bit bored, like he just wants to finish the job and go home, which you understand. Yoongi doesn't say a word, he just hovers behind you, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. The doctor looks at you, noticing your injury, his eyes narrowing as he looks at your broken knuckles. "What happened?" He asks, his voice neutral but his eyes scanning your body carefully. "I fell down the stairs" You mumble, looking down at your fingers, you know this speech from memory, you've told it thousands of times.

You can feel Yoongi's eyes on your back, like he's watching you, waiting for you to slip up and say the wrong thing. The doctor hums, not seeming to believe your words, but he doesn't say anything. He moves closer, taking your injured hand in his, studying the damage. "It looks like multiple fractures." He says, gently moving your fingers, making you wince in pain. "Yeah, they're crushed" He looks up at you, his eyes staring into yours for a few seconds, like he's trying to figure out if you're telling the truth or not. He turns to Yoongi, who's still leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, silently watching the scene. "Did you see her fall?" The doctor asks, his tone neutral.

Yoongi, still looking bored, answers in a nonchalant tone. "Yeah, she fell down the stairs." He takes another drag from his cigarette, his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him, not even flinching. The doctor glances at him, his expression still neutral, but you can tell he's not buying it, he's seen enough cases like this before. "He has weak joints so she falls quite often" Yoongi says with a shrug. That's actually true, but they're only weak cause he has dislocated them more times that your fingers can count, again and again for three years. He takes a deep breath, looking back at your hand, and decides not to say anything more. "Alright, we'll need to take an x-ray to see the extent of the damage." He says, standing up and opening the door. "Come with me"

You nod, following the doctor out of the room, leaving Yoongi behind. He watches you leave, his eyes flicking between you and the doctor, a small flicker of irritation passing through his expression. You feel his gaze on your back, burning into your skin as you walk away. The doctor leads you into a secluded room, the x-ray machine standing in the middle of the room. He guides you to a chair, positioning your hand on a small bed and adjusting it so it's in the right position. You stay still until they're done taking the radiography, the doctor leads you back to the room when he has the picture ready. He places it against a white screen, so you and Yoongi can see the bone structure of your hand.

Yoongi pushes himself off the wall and moves towards the screen, his eyes scanning the x-ray, looking at the broken bones and the swelling. He says nothing but you can tell he's examining the picture closely. The doctor points to a spot on the screen, indicating the multiple fractures and how the bones have been shattered. "Looks like you've got yourself quite a mess here." The doctor says, his eyes wandering to Yoongi, who's leaning against the table with his arms crossed. "Yeah, she's really clumsy." He says flatly, looking at you with a smirk, like he's enjoying this. You look down at your fingers, they're swollen, almost purple, and you feel the blood pumping hard in the area. "It's a severe injury" The doctor says.

"Multiple fractures, the bones are completely smashed, she'll probably need surgery and physical therapy to restore mobility." He says, pointing to specific spots on the x-ray. "The healing process could take months." He steps back, looking at your face, like he's trying to assess your reaction. You nod softly, your mind racing, thinking about what's to come, the pain, and the months of recovery. Yoongi just stands there next to you, silent, still analyzing the picture of your broken fingers. At least he didn't break your ribs this time, it was way worse. "I'll prepare the surgery room" A nurse says and leaves the room. "Who's gonna be paying?" The doctor asks, and you look at Yoongi, he's the one who always pays for your medical care, and it's not cheap.

"I'll pay." Yoongi says before you can even open your mouth. The doctor nods and leaves the room, leaving you and Yoongi alone. You hear the shuffling of footsteps as the doctor and nurse talk outside the room. Yoongi turns to you, eyes still glued to your hand, a hint of satisfaction on his face. "I didn't even twisted that hard" He says, looking at the wall and letting out a dry chuckle, you feel like he's mocking you, for being stupid, or for being so weak. "I know" You say, looking at your hands, you don't like to blame him, you know it was your fault, you're the one who hid the pills from him even though he said he wanted you to stop taking them, you lied to him, knowing how much he hates it. You can't believe you were stupid enough to hide them and think he wasn't gonna find them.

He looks at you, his eyes scanning your face like he's trying to figure you out. "You really thought I wouldn't find them?" He says, raising an eyebrow. "You really thought I was that stupid?" He asks, and you feel the heat creeping up your neck, you know you're in trouble. You look down at your hands again, not daring to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry" You whisper, you know this is the answer he wants to hear. He just wants you to apologize and make you say sorry even when you're not guilty, he doesn't even take it that seriously, he just likes to act difficult, beat you up and having you begging him to forgive you. "Thank you for bringing me here" You say, reaching for his hand with your good one, praying for him not to finish the job by breaking your good fingers left.

He hums, his eyes following your movements as you reach for his hand. He doesn't pull away, but he doesn't soften either. He's still angry, you can tell by the way his shoulders are tense and how his eyes are cold. He lets you hold his hand, but he doesn't intertwine your fingers like he usually does. He just lets you hold it, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. "You should be thanking me for not smashing your phone to pieces when I found them" He says coldly, and you know he's perfectly capable of doing that. Sometimes he gets angry and takes your phone away for a few weeks until he feels like you learned the lesson, once he broke your favorite necklace your father gave you by tearing it away from your neck, you cried about it for a whole week.

You nod softly, avoiding his gaze. You feel embarrassed, like he's disappointed in you, like you failed him. "I'm sorry" You repeat, feeling the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "I won't do it again" You add, ready to beg for forgiveness smif that's what he wants you to do. You just want him to stop being angry with you, you can't take it when he's like this. He looks at you, his expression still stern, but you can tell he's starting to soften a bit. The door opens and the doctor and nurse enter the room, interrupting your moment. Yoongi lets go of your hand, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches the doctor approach you. "Everything is ready, we can take her to the surgery room now" The doctor says, and you feel a pang of anxiety in your chest. You look at Yoongi, hoping he'll say something to soothe your nerves, but he just stays silent. "Don't worry, the procedure is fast, it'll only take an hour" The doctor says, sensing your nervousness.

You nod softly, you feel your heart racing in your chest, the thought of surgery making you nauseous. You don't even look at Yoongi, you can sense his eyes on you, but he's quiet, not offering any comfort or reassurance. The doctor and nurse begin to roll the bed towards the surgery room, and you feel yourself shaking, your anxiety getting worse the closer you get to the room. The doctor leads you through a maze of white hallways and sterile rooms, the smell of antiseptic in the air. You can hear the distant sound of machines beeping and doctors speaking in low voices. The surgery room is at the end of the hallway, the door is wide open, and the lights are bright and blinding. You can see a table with surgical instruments laid out in a neat row.

The doctor wheels your bed into the room, the nurse rolling the trolley with medical supplies behind you. The surgery room is spacious and sterile. You look at the bright lights on the ceiling and the various medical machines around you. The doctor and nurse start prepping you for the surgery, placing a mask over your face to administer the anesthesia. You can feel the cold air being pumped into your lungs, and you start to feel a wave of drowsiness wash over you. You close your eyes, thinking about Yoongi's pretty face, that's the only thing that can give you comfort right now, the memory of his deep voice whispering sweet nothings to your ear, his hands on your body. You feel yourself falling asleep, and you don't realize when everything goes blank.

You wake up slowly, your eyes fluttering open as you regain consciousness. You're still in the recovery room, the white walls and beeping machines familiar. You blink a few times, trying to clear your vision. You feel a dull ache in your hand, a reminder of the surgery. You try to move, but your body feels heavy and numb. You realize you're in the recovery room, surrounded by hospital paraphernalia. The white light makes your eyes ache for a few seconds before adjusting to the bright, and you look around. You see Yoongi sitting on the couch next to your bed, wearing earbuds, his head moving to a beat you can't hear and his eyes focused on his phone screen. "Yoongi..." You call him weakly, and he turns to look at you, noticing you're awake. He takes off his headphones and scoots closer.

"Hey" He says, his voice low and neutral. He looks at your hand, wrapped in bandages and splinted in the right position. "How are you feeling?" He asks, his eyes scanning your face. You take a deep breath, feeling a bit dizzy and disoriented. "I feel... weird" You mumble, your voice raspy and raw. He nods, noticing the pain in your tone. "It's the anesthesia" He says, his expression blank. He doesn't seem as rough and angry as he was hours earlier, you don't know why, maybe seeing you in a hospital bed softened him. You take a deep breath and give him a little smile, lifting your hand carefully to place it over his, it doesn't hurt right now because of the painkillers, but probably it will hurt in a few hours when you go home.

He looks at your hand, resting it on his, your fingers barely able to grip his. "Don't move it too much" He says gruffly, his eyes flicking from your hand to your face. "You don't want to mess up the stitches" He adds, his expression serious. He grabs your hand more firmly, gently adjusting it so it's placed comfortably on your stomach. "The doctor said you'll need physical therapy to regain movement and strength" He informs you, his thumb stroking your knuckles softly. You nod, these words sound like heaven to you, he always sounds so caring, in his own twisted way, when you're in the hospital, he should cause he's the reason you're here, but it still feels like some extra points. "I forgive you" You say gently, reaching your good hand to caress his, you never blamed him from the start.

He hums, his expression cold and distant, but his eyes flicker with a flash of something soft. He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't pull away from your touch either. "You're too soft" He mutters, shaking his head. "You're way too soft, that's why you end up in here every time" He says flatly, his words harsh but his tone gentle. It's like saying he's doing this for your own good, that it's your fault for having a soft heart. "I know" You smile, knowing be secretly loves how weak and submissive you are, how easy you are too break. "I'm just soft because I love you" You whisper, caressing his calloused fingertips and scabbed cuticles, he's always biting his nails to the point they start bleeding, usually when he's anxious about something or too focused on his work, you want him to stop doing that to himself, but it isn't easy, is like trying to make him stop smoking, never gonna happen.

He looks at your fingers against his, your touch gentle and caring, a contrast to his own rough hands. He doesn't say anything for a few moments, but he doesn't pull away, letting you touch him He sighs, rolling his eyes at your words. "That's exactly your problem" He says, his tone still harsh. "You love me too much" He says, his face blank, but the way he intertwines your fingers with his, holding your hand gently, betrays his true feelings. "It's not a problem" You say softly, feeling the familiar ache in your heart, he always acts like your love for him is a weakness, something he can use to his advantage, and it is, buut you know he cherishes it secretly. "You're the best boyfriend in the world" You say lovingly, and that's such a fucked up thing to say while you have four broken fingers and weak bones because of him.

He scoffs, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're such a dumbass" He says, his voice low. "Calling me a good boyfriend while you're lying in a hospital bed because of me. You're so stupid" He adds, his tone dripping with mocking. He knows he's not the best boyfriend, and that you probably know it too. He's cold and harsh, he hurts you more than he cares for you, but you still call him that. It's like a twisted reassurance that feeds his own ego, knowing that no matter how cruel he is, how kuch he hurts you, you'll always look at him like he's an angel. He grips your fingers tighter, almost possessively, not wanting to let go. "Maybe I'm stupid, but I still love you" You add, your voice soft and earnest, knowing that no matter how terrible he is, your love for him runs deep. He lets out a dry chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're unbelievable" He mutters.

He continues to hold your hand, his grip firm, almost possessive. "You love me so much and look where it got you" He scoffs, pointing at your hand, covered in bandages and splints. He's trying to make you realize how messed up this situation is, how insane it is that you love him despite everything he does to you, but there's something in his eyes, something that tells you he secretly loves it, loves how much you worship the ground he walks on. "I don't mind" You say softly, lifting your good hand to run your fingers through his dry black hair he barely takes care of, but somehow looks amazing. "I love you" You repeat, looking at him with such adoration and devotion he feels like fucking God. "You're the best thing in my life" You whisper, and that's ironic considering he's the only thing you have left cause he made sure you don't have anything else.

He leans into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as you run your fingers through his hair. He seems to melt under your touch, even though he tries to act tough, he craves your affection. "You just said that" He mutters, trying to sound irritated, but it comes out as a soft breath, his guard slowly dropping. He doesn't pull away, he just leans into your touch, soaking up the affection like a dry sponge. He grabs your hand away from his hair and takes it between his, hm kissing your knuckles, making sure not to move the IV in your vein, the needle is certainly huge and it hurts when it moves. "I like to say it" You chuckle softly, "I love you" is your favorite thing to say to him, along with praises for being such a good boyfriend and his name. Yoongi. You've always loved his name.

He's addicted to the feeling of being worshipped by you, the way you look at him like he's the most amazing person in the world, no matter how much of a shitbag he is. He continues to hold your hand, his fingers gently tracing the lines on your palm, feeling the softness of your skin. "Say it again" He demands, his voice low and gruff. You chuckle, knowing how much he loves it no matter how cranky he acts about it. "I love you" You repeat. His cold heart clenches, maybe it's his love for you, maybe it's his ego boost, but whatever it is, it makes him feel invencible. "No matter what you do, I could never hate you..." You whisper, giving him a weak vulnerable smile. You know you're letting him play with your feelings and hurt you, even physically, but you don't care, you love him so much to go around thinking if what he does is right or wrong.

A flicker of something passes through Yoongi's eyes as he hears your words. It's a mix of guilt and pleasure, a reminder that he has the most loyal person in the world in his grasp, ready to forgive him no matter what. "You're a fool" He mutters, his voice rough. "You shouldn't love me this much." He squeezes your hand tighter, almost as if trying to hold on to you, as if afraid you'll slip away. He knows he doesn't deserve your love, but he can't bear to let go either. "How could I not?" You chuckle, getting comfortable on your pillow to stare at him, you could stare at him for hours and never get tired of his beautiful eyes and perfect skin, you feel like a little girl with her first crush. "You're so perfect, so handsome, so caring..." You say, you can't really say more cause he's a piece of shit in general but for you he's a saint.

He rolls his eyes, a scoff escaping his lips. "You're delusional" He mutters, but there's a hint of a smirk on his face, enjoying the way you worship him. He knows he's far from perfect, but hearing you praise him like that makes him feel like a king. "You shouldn't care about how handsome I am. You should care about your damn hand" He retorts, gesturing to your injured hand. Deep down, he knows you should hate him for putting you in this situation, but he can't bring himself to push you away. "It's ok" You shrug, the pain of broken fingers feels like a butterfly's wing touch compared to the pain of not having him around. You're willing to endure whatever it takes to be with him, you'd take a bullet for him, literally, you'd die for him, like you live for him.

He looks at you, a mix of frustration and affection in his eyes. He's conflicted between wanting to push you away and pull you closer. "Stop being so damn selfless" He grumbles, his grip on your hand tightens. He hates how willing you are to put up with his bullshit, how willing you are to love him despite everything he's done. He wants you to protect yourself, to have a little bit of self preservation, but you've given yourself completely to him. He notices it when he hits you, how you don't even put up a fight despite the pain, like you're so infatuated by him that every slap, punch or kick feels like a warm hug to your heart, like a soft kiss to your skin. You just smile and move carefully on your bed. "Lay down with me?" You ask, pointing at a free space on your hospital bed.

He raises an eyebrow, skeptical about your request. "You want me to lay down on your tiny ass hospital bed" He asks, almost amused. He glances at the available space, which looks comically small for his long body. He looks at you, your eyes wide and pleading, and he can feel his resolve weakening. You know damn well he can't say no when you look at him like that, he's a sucker for your pleading eyes. "Fuck me" He grumbles as he stands up from the couch and walks around the bed to sit on the right side, struggling a bit to fit himself next to you. He takes a deep breath once he's in, not quite comfortable but your body makes it better, your head against his chest as his back rests against the lifted upper side of the bed. Your injured hand rests on your stomach, the other one holding his hand that hangs above your chest, his arm around your shoulders.

You smile triumphantly, knowing you've managed to convince him to lay with you despite all his protests. You scoot closer to him, pressing your body against his, feeling the heat radiating through his clothes. You rest your head against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. The position is a little uncomfortable, but you don't care, you're just happy to have him close to you. He adjusts his position a few times, trying to get comfortable in the small bed. "This is damn uncomfortable" He mutters, shifting slightly to get more room for his long legs. You chuckle, feeling him shift in his place like a cranky kid, his body feels warm against yours, as if you two are two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly together. You hum contently, snuggling against his body and closing your eyes.

He grunts under his breath, settling in the cramped space, his body half on top of you, half off. He's squeezed in tight, but he can feel your body heat against his, making the discomfort more tolerable. He glances at you, noticing how content you look, snuggled up against him like a koala. He lets out a breath, settling down and resting his chin on top of your head. His free hand gently strokes your arm, tracing small patterns with his fingertips. He's about to say something, but he notices your breath slowing down and your head slumping against his chest as you fall sleep, maybe it's the anesthesia that makes you light headed. He stays still, pulling closer to him and letting you sleep next to him, as if it was another night at his apartment, another rough day.

You sleep peacefully, your body pressing against him as if trying to mold into him. You dream of him, of his rough touches, his possessive grip, his demanding words. He watches you, noticing the peaceful expression on your face as you sleep. It's strange seeing you so at ease in this hospital room, considering how he landed you here. Your breathing is steady, your chest rising and falling softly like waves on the beach, your hair splayed across his chest in messy locks, soft and shiny like silk.

He knows he's lucky to have you , cause you're the only girl who's gonna put up with his abuse, he knows he's lucky cause you're the only one who's stupid enough to love him.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Min Yoongi | Suga/Reader, Min Yoongi | Suga/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga Additional Tags: Producer Min Yoongi | Suga, Abusive Relationships, Abusive Min Yoongi | Suga, Violent Sex, Domestic Violence, Angst, Heavy Angst, Teen Angst, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Minor Original Character(s), Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Underage Rape/Non-con Summary:

| is true love supposed to hurt like this?

After breaking up and coming back with Yoongi thousands of times, things don't change, and you start thinking maybe it's time for you to accept this is the type of love you deserve, the type of love you were made for. Maybe he's your true love. Maybe true love is supposed to hurt like this.

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True Love 02

| is true love supposed to hurt like this?

warnings for the drabbles in general: domestic violence, toxicity. I'm not glorifying toxic relationship but I am though. don't judge. smut, not so explicit. reader's body type briefly mentioned. reader's ethnicity's not mentioned, but she's light skinned to white. the bitch has no personality. mental health mentioned (medication, depression, anxiety, NPD, etc). implied self harm (skin pinching, nail biting, scratching, hair pulling). of course physical abuse (hair pulling, slapping, pinching, punching, he breaks bones be fr, hickeys and bite marks??). drug dealer yoongi. set in susong-gu, daegu. they're both fucked up. everything against reader. reader's 17, yoongi's 23.

| I go crazy caressing your skin

You check the hour in your phone as you walk inside his studio, 1 am. The place is small, black walls, red neon lights behind the speakers and equipment, cigarette smoke filling your lungs as you breath in. He's sitting on his ergonomic desk chair, headphones on as he moves his head to a beat only he can hear. "Yoongi?" You say, hoping he hears your voice over the music, walking closer.

It's been a week since you came back together and things have been going great, great inside the parameters of your normality. He's not ignoring you, he's been buying stuff for you and the worst thing he's done was slam you against the wall when he was drink, but that was ok cause he wasn't thinking straight, you already forgave him.

His eyes meet yours as he recognizes your scent and the sound of your voice. He removes his headphones completely now, placing them gently on the desk. He turns towards you, groaning at the sight of your body, he never gets tired of watching, as if it was the first time. "Hey" He says, patting his lap as he admires your outfit. You're wearing comfy shorts and one of his oversized shirts, and as you take off your jacket, he notices you're not wearing a bra, your nipples visible through the shirt. Fuck, he's already getting hard. You chuckle and walk towards him, sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. "How was school?" He asks, feeling your thigh rubbing against his hardness.

"Boring" You roll your eyes and sigh, you can't stand your classmates, but you have no other option than to go, he said he's gonna pay for your education until you turn 18, you (he) decided you're not going to college. He smiles at your answer. "I've missed you" he whispers, kissing your neck gently, making sure to leave hickeys on your skin. He squeezes your ass over your shorts, his other hand rubbing against the hem of your shirt. "Can't stop thinking about last night" He whispers, and your mind trails back to what happened hours earlier. He fucked you so good you ended up crying in overstimulation and trembling, you could barely walk this morning, you can't deny it, you've been thinking about it too, you had to finger yourself in the school bathroom cause you were so wet the whole morning, you're ovulating, so.

"Were you thinking about it too?" He can already feel your pussy getting wet, he moves his hand up, touching your lips through the fabric of your shorts. "Fuck, you're so wet" He whispers in your ear, biting it gently. You whimper at his words, grinding against his hand, your hands grabbing the hem od his shirt for leverage. "Fuck me" You whisper, and you don't have to ask twice, he picks you up and stands up, carrying you towards the leather couch in his studio and sitting down on it with you straddling him. You take off your shirt, exposing your round tits and perky nipples to his sight, you take off his hat and run your hands through his hair as he licks his lips before attacking your tits.

He sucks on your nipples, one at a time, biting them gently and making you moan louder with each pass. His hands move towards your ass, grabbing and squeezing it before pulling down your shorts and underwear. He cups your pussy with his hand, feeling you moan into his mouth as tears fall down your cheeks. He smiles smugly, sliding two fingers inside you and rubbing your clit with his thumb, making you squirm in his grasp, you're so wet it drives him crazy. "Oppa..." You whine, your hands gripping his hair tightly as he sucks your neck hungrily.

"Mhm..." He hums against your neck, sucking on the hick before biting it gently, the taste of your skin making him crave you more. He takes his fingers out of you and smirks, seeing how drenched you are. He licks your juices of his fingers and reaches down to unbutton his jeans, he takes his cock out of his boxers and it springs up hard and swollen. Your eyes light up with excitement, and you immediately lift your hips as he rubs the tip against your entrance teasingly. You lower yourself down, feeling his cock filling you up so good, your walls clenching around his shaft.

"Fuck..." He grunts, burying his face into your neck and breathing you in while he fucks your tight pussy. His hands hold onto your hips, guiding you up and down on his length as you ride him hard and fast. You whimper, running your hands through his hair and pulling the hem of his shirt to take it off of him. He slides out of his shirt, revealing his pale strong chest, your nipples rubbing against his. Your nails dig into his back as he guides your hips back and forth, it feels so good you want to cry. "Oppa..." You whine, holding on to his shoulders as you ride him eagerly, he grunts and squeezes your tender asscheeks, your skin turning red front the harsh grip.

"Fuck... so good baby, so fucking good..." He grunts through clenched teeth, thrusting upwards to meet your movements as he fucks you. His cock feels amazing inside of you, filling you up entirely as he pounds your tight pussy relentlessly. His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing circles around it, making you whimper and squirm. "Ah!" You whine, your walls tightening around his cock as you near your orgasm, wrapping your arms around his neck as he looks over your shoulder to admire the way your ass bounces up and down as you ride him. He squeezes it roughly, closing his eyes as he feels his balls tightening, he lets out a loud groan as he releases inside you, his cum filling you up so good.

"Fuck..." He grunts, pulling you down for a deep kiss as he wraps his arms around your waist, feeling his cock twitching inside of you as he catches his breath."You're so fucking sexy." He takes your hips in his hands, guiding you back and forth, in a slow and sensual pace as you ride out your orgasm. You take a sigh of relief, your stomach tightening after such an intense orgasm, you always have something like period cramps after your orgasms since they're always so intense. You whimper, feeling your uterus clenching and throbbing, but his gentle thrusts make it better, his cock softening inside you. You look into his eyes and run a hand through his hair, you love to see him so smug after making you cum.

Yoongi chuckles, running his hands up and down your sides and over your breasts, he watches them bounce softly with his cock still buried inside you as he slowly thrusts upwards to meet you. "You okay? Those aftershocks?" He asks and you nod, feeling the cramps slowly disappearing, but still a sense of discomfort in your lower belly. He kisses your cheek, sucking on the soft skin there as he lets out a slow sigh, he pulls out of you, slipping his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest, his now soft cock resting against the crack of your ass."You're so beautiful" He whispers, pressing a hungry kiss against your cheek, his hands rubbing your asscheeks up and down.

"You're just saying that" You whisper shyly, turning away from him so he doesn't sees your reddened cheeks, you always feel like a dumb teenager when you're with him, maybe cause you are. Yoongi hums, his hands still massaging your ass as he nuzzles your neck with his nose, you smell like sweat and that sweet cocoa butter lotion you use. "You're the most beautiful thing in this world" He whispers I'm your ear, giving you a smooch and squeezing your right asscheek. You giggle, his hands feels so good and warm on your skin.

Yoongi laughs softly, pulling you back against his front, he slips one had under your right breast, holding it softly in his palm, while the other dips between your thighs, rubbing and tapping at your painfully swollen clit lightly and with no hurry. You shiver at the overstimulation, you're still sensitive and swollen after your orgasm, so you push his hand away and close your legs tightly, your inner walls are swollen, your clit is swollen and your vulva bruised after the intense pounding, just like every other time he fucks you, you know you won't be able to walk properly later. "Too much" You whimper, resting your head against his chest, you have to take a break before another round cause your pussy's suffering right now.

"Alright" He sighs, burying his face in the crook of your neck and snuggling there for a bit, giving you some time to recover from his min attentions, he's always an animal in bed. Yoongi kisses down your neck, letting out a small growl as he tastes the mixture sweat and cocoa butter on your skin, his right hand is still messaging and rubbing your breasts while his left hand slowly and massages and rubs your thighs trying to ease your tensed muscles, he knows he's too rough with you sometimes, but he also knows you can handle it. You like it rough, too, you wouldn't have it any other way, even if you regret it when you suffer the consequences, like right now with the cramped legs and belly.

Yoongi groans and bites down on your neck, he loves how you feel pressed up against him and is trying to hold back from ravaging you yet again. He chuckles at himself, kissing the small, bruising hickey he gave you right under your chin. "You know I can't help it, you're so fucking irresistible when I get you moaning like that." You take a deep breath at his words, his presence is soothing, and his touch, even more. You stay minutes like that, naked in his embrace, in silence, just enjoying him. "You're too quiet," he whispers, kissing your neck again. He can feel you tensing up under him as he rubs your inner thighs, sliding his left hand back between them. This time he doesn't try to touch you intimately.

"Just thinking" You say coyly, looking away to evade his burning, yet gentle, gaze. Yoongi chuckles softly at your sudden shyness, he loves seeing the effect he has on you. He lifts his face from your neck, his breath tickling your nose as he looks down at you, his eyes unreadable in the darkness. "Wanna go home?" He asks in a deep whisper, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You nod, you're still tired and sensitive from the first round, but maybe you'll be wet and ready again for when you get home. He smiles as he lifts you from his lap carefully and leans down to pull up his jeans and zip them up, he grabs your clothes scattered around the studio and throws them at you.

"C'mon" He says, grabbing your hand to help you stand from the couch once you're dressed up. You both walk to the door in silence, Yoongi holding your hand tightly as he locks the door with the password and leads you out into the dark hallways of their practice and studio area. It's 2 a.m so the building is empty now, maybe one or two producers working overtime like him, and the security guard, who greets you both as you walk out of the building. He lead you to his car, a black 2016 Hyundai Palisade, you chose the car and Yoongi put your name on the paperwork so it's yours, but he's the one who uses it and drives you around since you don't have a license yet. You get in the passengers seat next to Yoongi, and he starts the engine, the cold air of the AC filling the car inmediatly.

Yoongi puts the gear in D, a slow smile forming on his face as he watches you curiously, you had this effect on him, making him want you over and over again. "You're too sensitive tonight" He says, as he maneuvers the car expertly through the silent streets of Susong-Gu. You look out the window and smile, letting your head rest against it as the lights from outside illuminate your face, making you glow in the dark. "I'm ovulating" You say, tracing invisible lines on the window glass with your fingertips, you still feel a faint ache in your belly after the intense orgasm aftershocks, but they're bearable so you don't complain. This man really knows how to make you suffer, in the good way.

At your words, a smirk plays on Yoongi's lips, his grip around the steering wheel tightening slightly as he imagines himself taking advantage of your heightened sensitivity. "Ovulating, huh? I guess that's what's making you so horny, doll" He says with a growl and you chuckle. These days you've been needing him more than usual, like you're horny all the time, but you love it, cause he has a high sex drive and you know he's not gonna deny you no matter where you are. He gently grabs your hand, placing it over the hard bulge in his pants, growling slightly as he speeds up a little more, the engine echoing his urgency, you can feel his rock hard shaft and swollen head through his jeans and let out a soft whimper. "Stop the car" You say as he's driving through the highway, your apartment is still a few minutes away and you can't wait anymore, your pussy aches for him.

Without hesitation, Yoongi pulls the car over and parks it on the side of the road, he quickly unbuckles his seatbelt, unzipping his jeans, pushing them down a little bit to free his throbbing cock, as he turns to look at you. You tie your hair in a messy ponytail as you lean down to suck on the tip, feeling the delicious taste of his precum dripping in small beads. You stroke his shaft with your hand up and down, your head bobbing up and down as you blow him expertly, his hand grabbing your hair and helping you set a pace, not so fast, not to slow, but deep and powerful. You whimper in delight as his cock hits the back of your throat, making you gag a little but you keep sucking and stroking.

He continues to thrust his cock deep in your throat, watching you as your eyes water and your lips stretch around his shaft. You can feel how wet you are, the anticipation and excitement has made you soaked and desperate for release. Feeling your warm, wet throat squeezing his head as you suck and stroke his cock makes Yoongi's head spin, he groans out loud and thrusts his hips into your mouth, wanting to go deeper. "Fuck, doll..." He groans, throwing his head back against the headrest and gripping your hair and the steering wheel tightly, his hips bucking involuntary as he feels his balls tightening. His breath hitches when you pull his cock out of your mouth and start pumping him furiously with your hand, he can't believe how pretty your hands look around his shaft. He grabs your chin in his hands and pulls you in for a deep kiss, your hand doesn't stop working on his cock.

His kiss is intense, passionate, it's like he's trying to hold on to every piece of you. You feel him release a deep sigh of pleasure as you return the kiss with all the passion he has given you, your hands never stop working his cock, you want him to cum in your mouth, but he has other plans "Stop, I want to fuck you." He orders, and you sigh and pull your hand away, shifting eagerly in your place as he moves his seat back further from the steering wheel to leave place for you. You lift your hips to pull down your shorts and panties, a string from your arousal connecting your pussy and your underwear, you're dripping wet. You climb onto his lap, his hands inmediatly catching you and pulling you against him, there's a sexy trap song playing on the radio, and it gives the moment an even hotter vibe.

"You're fucking drenched..." He comments, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance, running it through your folds to get it nice and wet. He lets out a husky chuckle and leans in once again to capture your lips in a sweet but quickly hungry kiss. He guides your hips as you start to grind against him, not taking him inside yet, you can feel his hard cock between your legs, wet with your saliva and his pre-cum. You move yourself back and forth, feeling the way it brushes against your clit and pussy lips, your fists tightly gripping his shirt for leverage. He lets out a groan-chuckle as he feels you dripping against his length, your tender pussy lips stroking him good but it's nothing compared to being inside you, he's craving your warmth.

"Mmm, you're so fucking beautiful" He compliments as you continue to grind against him, biting your lower lip in anticipation. "I want to fuck you so badly..." He growls against your lips, his desire building to a point that's almost tangible. He runs his thumb over your bottom lip and smiles at you before reaching down to grab his length and line it up with your entrance. You hold on to his shoulders as he guides your hips down, feeling your swollen walls struggling to take him but gripping him so fucking good it makes him want to whine like a bitch. You sigh in delight as he sinks inside you until he bottoms out, the sensation of fullness making you take a deep breath and stay still for a moment to get used to his thick girth stretching your walls, it's a tight fit, but you can take it.

"Goddamn, you're so fucking tight..." He grunts, still trying to adjust as he grips your hips with his strong hands and helps you start to ride him, ever so slowly, trying not to slam into your cervix, he smirks at the thought, he wants to fuck you hard like that, but not yet. "You feel amazing..." He murmurs, a sheen of sweat already forming on his forehead as he feels your ass tensing in his grip, letting you adjust to the sensation, once he feels your walls relax arouns him and your movements grow more desperate, he knows you're ready. He kisses your neck hungrily before slowly pulling out and pushing back in again with more force, his cock head hitting your cervix just right to make you scream his name in ecstacy, you could cum just from that single thrust, but you want to enjoy this further, so you hold back as he bounces you up and down on his cock.

"Fuck, just like that..." He groans as he sees your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of his cock filling you up and hitting all the right spots. He runs his hands up your sides to cup your breasts through your shirt, still not breaking his rhythm as he moves inside you. "I can feel you clenching around me, baby. You wanna cum already?" He growls against your ear, his voice low and husky as he continues to fuck you with reckless abandon, his hips slapping against yours creating a lewd, yet satisfyingly loud noise in the car. You whine desperately, grinding against him in every possible way in search of more and more friction and deeper thrusts. He pulls your shirt up and you help him take it off, revealing your beautiful breasts bouncing up and down.

"So fucking beautiful..." He whispers, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucks and nips at it, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your core, making you cry out and swear and ride him even harder. He grabs the small of your back, closing his eyes and sucking on your swollen nipples hungrily, feeling your hands running through his hair, pushing him tighter against your chest, almost burying his face between your tits, but damn, he loves it. His hands travel down until they reach your ass, feeling the squishy tender skin jiggle with every movement, it drives him insane and makes you groan against your nipple, giving it a soft bite before releasing it with a soft 'pop'. He lands a quick and sharp smack on your ass, making you wince as your hips falter, he can feel you clenching around him, signaling your orgasm.

"You like that, huh?" He murmurs against your nipple before moving to the other one, giving it an equal amount of attention. You whine and nod your head against him, still unable to form sentences, hiccuping and babbling clumsily. "That's it, baby..." He urges you, almost desperately, feeling his own release approaching, but there's no way he'll let you go before he does, no way he's leaving your body before he has milked every last bit of pleasure out from both of you. He sucks on your tits as he looks up at you, admiring your flushed cheeks, swollen lips, teary eyes and messy hair, such a sigh for sore eyes, he wants to see you like this every single night. He starts thrusting up into you, meeting your hips as the coil in your stomach build tighter and tighter and about to explode.

"Look at me, baby. Look at me." He groans out, fingers digging into your hip as he pushes himself in deeper, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. He holds your face in his hand, staring at your beautiful bright eyes, the sight of your pretty face making his cock throb. "Say my name, baby. Let me hear you." He rasps out, thrusting up into you faster and harder as your orgasms crash into you like a tsunami. "Yoon... Yoongi!" You let out a broken scream, your throat aching, the waves of pleasure washing over your entire body, leaving you panting and limp above him. He groans and slams his fists against the steering wheel as he cums inside you, ropes after ropes of thick hot cum spurting inside you over and over again, he can't believe he's cumming this much.

"Fuck, baby..." He grunts as you both come down from your high, his cock still twitching inside you as he catches his breath. He slumps back against the seat, still buried deep inside you, his breath heavy and labored, the tip of his cock throbbing inside you in post-orgasmic bliss. There's so much cum inside you that it starts spilling out of you, wet and warm down your thighs. He looks at you with heavy lidded eyes, smirking softly when he sees the satisfied smile and blush on your face. "You good?" He asks, brushing some strands of hair that were sticking to your sweaty forehead. You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him sweet gentle kiss, then pulling away and hiding your face in his neck, taking a minute to regulate your breathing and heartbeat.

"Mhm?" He asks, pulling your face up, lazily brushing his fingers against your face, studying every details of your features. "Yeah" You chuckle, taking soft labored breaths. "You're so cute and so fucking hot." He whispers teasingly, peppering your face with sweet little kisses while he caresses your back and side with his fingers. His soft cock starts throbbing again inside you and he smirks, rubbing his nose against yours. His gaze softens and he leans forward to kiss you again. While he's at it, he wraps his arms around you tightly, pressing his chest against yours.

His kisses feel just like his slap, his hands feel just like his fists, the lines between love and abuse became blurry, to a point where you don't even care about healthiness anymore, you just want to feel, to feel him.

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★Videocall with your long-distance boyfriend, Yoongi

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The Damned

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Angst, drabble

Warnings: self-loathing

     There is nothing more dangerous than meeting those just as damaged as you. The damaged ones, the damned ones who make you feel that perhaps you’re normal. Because their company makes you feel whole again. Their company makes you feel safe. Their company allows you to live the lie that you aren’t simply damaged goods. Perhaps we all lie to ourselves. Perhaps the truth is that we’re all to varying degrees cracked and fraying at the seams. Falling apart, breaking down, constantly pretending that we’re okay. But when you’re in the midst of those just as damned as you you’re allowed to be vulnerable. Guards come down, walls crumble. And for a moment you feel full. He feels that he isn’t damned when he’s with you. How can he be when there’s strength in numbers? But it’s a lie. He’s still damned. Damned to existence. Damned to the pain he’s forced to carry until shoulders dislocate under the weight. Damned to having to pretend that he’s okay.

     Yoongi wishes he never made that mistake, that he never let you in. You made him feel like the king of the world. You made him feel like there was something more, something softer and profoundly poignant to this shit show called life. He hates you. He loves you still. He hates you more though. He hates you more than anything that’s ever broken him. Because you know. You know what it’s like to be abandoned, to be forlorn and lost. And yet…and yet…and yet there you sit laughing and smiling with your new boyfriend. And he’s nothing all over again. And he’s lost all over again. Broken, small, unimportant. He’s just damned to be alone.

     But when he used to spend late nights talking everything and nothing, pouring his soul into you in a tangle of naked limbs he thought he found it all. His world. But the world is cruel, and he thought…he thought that you were just as damned as him. You made him feel hope, a pointless feeling. One that runs away almost as quickly as it’s obtained. It’s futile to feel hope, it’s not going to last anyways. He forgot the world was cruel. But as he watches you across the street, smiling at a man in a way you never smiled at him he’s reminded of the fact that he’s just damaged goods.

     He hates you because he can’t blame you. There’s nothing good about him. Not compared to you. You take on the weight of your pains and you carry on. Late at night though, in hushed whispers, you would tell him everything. All the horrors that you’ve faced, all the damages you’ve taken. You two were supposed to be damned together.

     Yoongi can’t help but remain frozen as he watches you kiss this new man. How long has it been? One year? One year since the day you threw him out of your apartment. One year since you broke off the engagement. One year since he finally got clean. He always hoped that there would be a second chance. That he’d win you back and you’d run after happily ever after. But happily ever after doesn’t exist for the damned. He is just broken goods after all. He can’t blame you. He’d leave himself too. If only he could. But he’s damned to this body, stuck with this soul. And for the rest of his eternity he supposes that you’ll just serve as that painful reminder to not get close. To not let down those fucking walls. Because he’ll just be stripped bare and the other party is always smarter, never quite as bare as he. Vulnerability is for the weak they say. But that’s not true. Vulnerability is what breaks you down until you can’t move. It’s what causes you to rise up and build layers upon layers of walls until no matter how bare you are you’re still concealed from the harsh tides that are sure to come.

     Yoongi can’t help but remember the words you said to him once before as he finally walks away. “We’re all just damaged souls trying to feel a little relief sometimes.” He supposes that he just wasn’t the relief you were looking for. If only…if only he could’ve been. If only he could go back in time, stop all those petty fights and just hold you once more. Just tell you once more that he loves you. But as it is he’ll just keep lying to himself that he hates you because it hurts less than to admit that he hates himself. What a fool he was to think of you like a savior, to place you on a pedestal so high out of reach when he can’t even save himself.

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Love is for the birds baby!

Summary: You refuse to believe in love. It’s a concept created by big corporations like hallmark to get sad saps like you to buy their shit. But it’s all fake. You’re convinced of that at least until a series of events with a certain tattoo artist who you loved to hate makes you question everything you’ve ever known.

Pairing: Tattoo artist!Yoongi x (fem) reader

Genre/Warnings: Romance, slow burn, fluff, comedy, smut warnings include: unsafe sex (always wear a condom), oral sex (male & fem receiving), multiple orgasms, spanking, light breath play, mentions of squirting. Non smut warnings for lots of cussing. Lots.

Word Count: 13.3K

A/N: A special shout out to @mzpandylu for inspiring me with such odd dialogue. Also challenge accepted, a quivering starfish is mentioned.

   Love is a completely abstract and intangible concept to you, at least romantic love is. There are many forms of love. Familial love is a concept you sort of understand, let’s just say that your home life wasn’t the greatest but you do at least understand the concept. Platonic love you completely understand. But romantic love? You very secretly yearn to understand it, desperately trying to figure out how the fuck some people get so lucky that the spark happens. You’ve dated, sure. But try as you might none of them have ever made your head spin or your heart sing. Lust you get. You’ve had plenty of flings and even some longer relationships, but love? Love is for the birds baby.

   You refuse, absolutely refuse, to admit that you have in any way shape or form an interest in this bizarre concept that is the investment and endeavor of romantic love. You’ve carefully hidden away all of your fanfics and all of your shojo mangas and all of the things that others would say is honestly completely normal to keep questions at bay. You know that your friends are interested in love, and unlike you they have no shame in admitting it. They talk about it all the time. They fall in ‘love’ with each man they date. But you’re convinced that’s not love. It’s something more than like, sure you’ll give them that but you’re sure that it’ll all end eventually. Love isn’t sustainable because it’s all a lie. Maybe you’re too romantic at being romantic, perhaps you’ve just been suckered into all these stories into believing that a whirlwind romance is possible until one day the crushing realization that it wasn’t possible occurred. That the sparks of electricity and burning hot embers of passion aren’t sustainable and aren’t indicative of love.

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“The stories that I have to tell as Agust D are heavier than those of Suga, right? I don’t have much energy left in me to continue to tell those heavier stories, because I poured out my soul in this album. But after a couple of months, maybe I’ll have some more stories to tell as Agust D, or I can put stuff out as Yoongi, or release things as Suga. No one knows what’s possible in the future.” ~ Suga, Rolling Stone Magazine

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•True Love

Yoongi would treat you like an annoying fly in the room after fucking you, smoking a blunt peacefully while you roll on the bed trying to ease the pain of his rough treatment.

You'll worry about the nasty hickeys on your neck in the morning, that if you can walk properly.

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• True Love

Yoongi would come home drunk, beat you up until your nose is bleeding and then fuck you brainless until you can't feel your body.

Then he would take you to the hospital to get your nose fixed and say you fell down the stairs. What a dumb girl.

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thanks for this jade, this is kinda legendary

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me & my boyfie

a yoongi bubble coffe please 🧋