#yoonjin-network

[mygsuga]

♡ inspired by little cry of the abyss ♡

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[jinjinjaraa]

“i’m sorry hyung , i have to leave… you deserve someone better”

[kookmint]

quite the turn of events

Bonus:

[hungline]

tear me down (build me up)

pairing: yoonjinkook  genre: smut, fluff, abo au, rated e  warnings: explicit sexual content, mpreg, pregnant sex, anal sex, threesome, slight nipple play, abo dynamics  words: 1645 

summary: Jeongguk fucking hates IKEA furniture. 

Yoongi and Seokjin make it better. 

Pregnant and all, Jeongguk should not be kneeling in the pups' room trying to set up the cribs he got from IKEA earlier that day.

Really, he should have left this to Yoongi, but Jeongguk is too soft for that. Yoongi is busy sleeping in their bed, waiting for their alpha to come home to get dinner started. Jeongguk let the beta sleep for as long as he wanted, making sure that he'd been scented properly before Jeongguk had left the bed. Yoongi had been up all night in the studio that Seokjin had agreed to install in one of their spare rooms, but he hadn't come out until Seokjin Ordered him to bed.

Now Jeongguk is checking the instructions again, screwdriver in hand as he looks upon the jumbled mess of wooden pieces before him.

He has absolutely no idea what he's doing.

"I'm not buying IKEA furniture again. I don't care if you pups grow up only wanting IKEA furniture. You'll have to suffer just like the rest of us," Jeongguk says, eyes downcast as he talks to his swollen belly. "I wish your daddy would wake up and do this for me."

"Are you talking to yourself again?"

Jeongguk doesn't jump when Yoongi slouches into the room, leaning heavily against the doorframe. Instead, he drops everything in his hands and whips around fast enough for him to almost slip and land on his side. Yoongi is by his side in an instant, hands shooting out to grab Jeongguk by his arms and pull the omega close.

"Be careful, Gukk-ah. A fall like that could have seriously hurt the pups and you too. Are you okay?" Yoongi lectures him, his expression worried and words drawled, voice still thick with sleep.

Jeongguk nods and pushes his nose into Yoongi's neck, searching for the beta's scent gland. "'M fine. Didn't wanna wake you so I got started on the cribs by myself."

Yoongi stretches his neck and dips down so that Jeongguk can reach his scent gland, an amused smile on his face at the pregnant omega's antics. "I've been awake for a while. You should have asked me to help anyway. We all know that when it comes to IKEA, I'm the only one who knows what they're doing."

Jeongguk chuckles and kisses Yoongi's scent gland, smiling when the beta's grip on him tightens and the familiar smell of mint engulfs him. "Fine. You can do this then. I'll be on the couch, masturbating and shit."

"Oh my god," Yoongi mutters under his breath, whining when Jeongguk purposely scrapes his teeth across Yoongi's scent gland. "How long have you been horny?"

"Since I started working on these cribs. Frustration makes me extra horny. I really want you to fuck me, hyung. Please?"

Yoongi shakes his head and hoists himself up, pulling Jeongguk up with him, being careful of the omega's swollen belly. "You've been fucked by me at least twice as much ever since you got pregnant. Your libido is out of control and you're going to be the death of me."

"Great! So we're gonna bone in that position I like, right? The one where I get on my side and you get in me from behind?" Jeongguk asks, a smirk spread across his lips as he tugs the beta towards their room, the cribs all but forgotten.

"I guess. I mean it's not like any other position would be enjoyable, what with your belly and all."

"You saying you don't like my stomach?"

Yoongi shakes his head and laughs when Jeongguk pushes him onto the mattress once they reach the bedroom. "I love your stomach, Gukkie-yah. Shut up and get over here. I thought you would have at least waited for Seokjin-hyung before you jumped my bones."

Jeongguk laughs and shucks his white t-shirt off before he nestles in beside Yoongi. "By the time you get me open, hyung will be walking through the front door."

"Yeah, fine, whatever, pass me the lube would you? I gotta stretch myself too so that hyung can just slide right in."

Jeongguk merely blinks, unamused. "Maybe this is where hyung gets his awful dad jokes from."

Yoongi gasps dramatically, fumbling and choking on his spit when Jeongguk tosses the bottle of lube at him. "You take that back! My jokes are funnier than hyung's and you know it!"

Jeongguk doesn't bother to answer, too busy focusing on Yoongi's fingers slipping past the waistband of his boxers and immediately pressing against his rim, his own slick making the appearance of Yoongi's finger easier to take in. Yoongi is quick to strip them both of their clothes, three fingers now pressing insistently against Jeongguk's prostate, leg hitched up over Yoongi's hip, waiting for Yoongi to deem him loose enough.

Being pregnant has affected a lot of different aspects of Jeongguk's life. He can't really wear proper pants, he waddles around a lot, and only his shirts really fit him anymore since he's always bought them two sizes too big. He doesn't like topping anymore and even if he did want to, his belly keeps him from being able to support the weight of either of his mates. Yoongi complains about his loss of dick, but at the end of the day, he doesn't care what they do while they fuck, as long as Jeongguk is taken care of by the end of it.

Jeongguk whimpers when Yoongi finally slides into him, his cock not as thick as Seokjin's, but long enough to reach where Jeongguk needs it most. His back arches as Yoongi grips his hair and pulls on the brown strands, pushing deeper into the omega as he uses the fingers on his other hand to stretch himself, their scents blending together with sex and whines filling the air. Jeongguk can already feel his orgasm building, but he can force himself to hold it off until Seokjin gets there.

Seokjin arrives just as Yoongi's rhythm turns sloppy, his hips pressed against Jeongguk's ass, thrusts shallow. Jeongguk is whimpering now, hoping for the last of their trio to make it to the bedroom quickly as Yoongi adds another finger to his own hole and quickens his pace. Seokjin strides into the bedroom, tie loose and looking glorious as he finds his mates wrapped around each other, panting and bodies slick with sweat.

"What do we have here?" Seokjin asks, laughing when Jeongguk whines in response, moving his hips desperately against Yoongi's cock.

"Alpha, please," Yoongi says, eyes closed as he lets his fingers slip out and pulls on Jeongguk's hair a little bit tighter. "Been waiting for youーmmm...all day."

Seokjin smirks and unbuttons his shirt, stripping himself as fast as he can while he watches his mates. "Gukkie jumped your bones as soon as you woke up, didn't he?"

Yoongi nods, pleasure rippling through him as Seokjin lays on his side behind him, pressing insistently against Yoongi's backside. "Found him working on the cribs, all cute and frustrated. Should've seen him, hyung."

"I bet he was the cutest thing," Seokjin coos, humor heavy in his voice as he kisses Yoongi's shoulder and puts a hand on Yoongi's waist while the other reaches around to twist one of Jeongguk's nipples.

"Less talking, more fucking me, please. Oh my god," Jeongguk cuts in with a whine as Yoongi is about to respond, hand wrapped around his own dick while he fucks himself back on Yoongi's cock. "Please, stop talking."

Seokjin laughs and checks that Yoongi stretched himself properly before he slides into the beta, pushing to the hilt and making Yoongi go still. The alpha tentatively moves his hips back then forth, relishing in the choked moan Yoongi makes when the head of Seokjin's dick drags against Yoongi's prostate.

"Fuck," Yoongi gasps, choking as Jeongguk quickly starts to move his hips back on him now that Yoongi has gone still. "I'm gonna come. Fuck."

All it takes is for Seokjin to press into Yoongi's prostate a few more times before the beta is coming, deep in Jeongguk and body going limp as soon as he's done. Jeongguk whines again as Yoongi pulls himself out and moves onto the other side of the bed so Seokjin can slide into Jeongguk instead. He watches as Jeongguk sighs and rubs a hand over his belly, panting out Seokjin's name over and over again as their alpha picks up a furious pace.

Yoongi can tell that his mates are close so he pulls himself towards them and presses kisses to Jeongguk's throat, painting tiny red and purple flowers onto the omega's skin. Everything is hot between them, the only sound in their bedroom being the slap of skin against skin and Jeongguk's whimpers as his two mates tend to his needs. Seokjin is deep within him, filling him up to the full extent and bringing Jeongguk closer to the edge with each thrust. Yoongi is in front of him, a hand on his swollen belly and another tweaking his nipples, more overly sensitive than usual now that he's pregnant.

It feels like a century has passed between them when Jeongguk comes, Seokjin following him a minute after, their bodies stuck together as they release themselves. Jeongguk curls into the fetal position, nose twitching as the cum leaks out of him and down his thighs, but upon notice, Seokjin is quick to clean it, leaning over the tired omega to clean Yoongi off as well.

They fall into the sheets, bodies weary. Jeongguk remembers when he could come three times in one night.

Oh, how the times have changed.

As he thinks about the beginning of their relationship compared to how they are now, maybe it's a change for the better.

Either way, when Seokjin eventually heads towards the kitchen, Jeongguk is happy to lay in bed with Yoongi and talk baby names.

[monthlymidlifecrisis]

Bts.

Seokjin : I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.

Yoongi : That awkward moment between birth and death

Hoseok : You cant tell but im internally screaming right now.

Namjoon : can i be excused for the rest of my life?

Jimin : I'm reporting you for hurting my feelings.

Taehyung : You can get away with anything if you say it’s in the name of science.

Jungkook : The fact that I’m legally an adult is hysterical.

[jewul]

crushed wishbone; stardust

my piece for the 2018 bts bigbang {therapy!au yoonjin}

[uwujgk]

Jin: Did you hear about the Italian chef who died?

Jin, doing a Mario impression: He pasta way.

Yoongi: I regret everything about you, hyung.

[kawaiimoonlight]

kim seokjin !! ...aka my bias wrecker :^)

[nut-today]

Yall be hyping about the songs on the tracklist no bitj the real bop here is the skit. thats what you should look up to the most. thats the thing.

[xxshadyheartsxx]

[mygsult]

Yoongi reacting to Jin's jokes

[myjaebutt]

mom, dad & their baby bun

[jinjinjaraa]

Yoonjin - Friends by Ed Sheeran

[kookmint]

they forgot Yoongi

Bonus:

[hungline]

pancakes and morning sex

pairing: yoonjin  genre: smut, idol au, photographer au, rated e  warnings: closet sex, explicit sexual content, teasing, semi-public sex  words: 910 

summary: Yoongi is a photographer taking idol actor Kim Seokjin's photos and everything would be fine and dandy if Yoongi hadn't slept with him two days before.

⇢ day six of yoonjin week 

⇢ part one of what a spread 

Min Yoongi feels like he's in hell.

He only has Namjoon to thank for that though.

If it hadn't been for Rap Monster's album taking off and climbing its way up the charts, Yoongi's own career as a photographer would still be limited to city scapes and old university projects.

For the most part, Yoongi is grateful that when asked about the album's photographer, Namjoon had immediately given out Yoongi's name during an interview. Really, Yoongi is grateful about Namjoon giving him the credit he deserves and being excited for him when a magazine outlet reached out and offered Yoongi a job.

Yoongi had accepted, of course, but now he doesn't feel all that well about this job anymore.

Because standing in front of him is the famous idol actor, Kim Seokjin.

Yoongi's actually never seen any of Seokjin's dramas or movies or commercials on tv. He's never heard of Kim Seokjin before until today.

But Yoongi knows him. Yoongi knows him in an intimate way he's not sure many others do. He did just sleep with this man not two nights ago.

A one night stand, a blip on Yoongi's small radar. A very, very satisfying orgasm and hot plush lips that had left a dark bruise on Yoongi's thigh and chest.

Fuck Yoongi was screwed.

Because before him stood Kim Seokjin, modeling for his newest interview with the magazine and he knew Yoongi. He kept shooting Yoongi glances above the camera, his gaze smoldering and all of Yoongi's shots were so fucking sinful he isn't sure how the magazine would be okay with using any of them.

Yoongi needed a break from this nightmare.

And a break he receives when Seokjin's manager calls for one. Yoongi lets his newest intern handle the camera and it's settings while Yoongi tries to slip away. He almost makes it to the door that leads outside before he's grabbed and pulled into a janitor's closet.

Hands are all over him then, a mouth latching to his throat and Yoongi knows who is in front of him. Yoongi gasps when teeth skim across his skin, lightly grazing him and raising goosebumps on his arms. The person he's here with is considerably taller than Yoongi and Yoongi can't help but curve into their touch, his body reacting much more quickly than his mind can.

"Fuck," Yoongi whispers, his voice breathless and low and lips are on his then, hands skimming across his waist and up his spine.

Yoongi's arms twine themselves around Seokjin's neck and he goes on tiptoe to meet his kiss with as much enthusiasm as he can. The air is too hot and too compact around them, but Yoongi doesn't care one bit.

Seokjin's hands trail down to the front of Yoongi's pants, pressing a palm to Yoongi's half chub, rubbing against him in an insistent way that leaves Yoongi gasping into the taller man's mouth. Yoongi keens quietly, laughing internally when Seokjin shushes him and kisses him harder, his fingers now in the waistband of Yoongi's boxers, slipping down and down and down until his hand wraps around Yoongi's cock and starts to stroke him. Yoongi chokes on his next breath, pushing the elder back so he can breathe properly again.

Yoongi's dick is still in the palm of Seokjin's hand when Yoongi speaks. "What the fuck."

Seokjin chuckles quietly. "Never thought I'd be seeing you again. You left too early for me to get up and make us pancakes."

Yoongi squirms in Seokjin's hold, panting heavily when Seokjin drops to his knees and nuzzles his nose against Yoongi's cock. "It was a one night stand. Why would I stay for breakfast?"

Seokjin tsks and pulls Yoongi's pants down with his free hand, his grip on Yoongi's dick tight. "I don't think you riding me whispering how much you loved my fucking dick and my pretty skin and beautiful lips really counts as a one night stand."

"Fuck," Yoongi gasps, groaning quietly when Seokjin manages to slide Yoongi's boxers down and now his dick is free, though not completely because Seokjin's hand is still wrapped tight around it. "Don't you know how one night stands work?"

"Of course I do, but I remember telling you to stay and you said okay. Excuse me for thinking we could have some great morning sex and pancakes afterward," Seokjin says, annoyed, but not annoyed enough to stop him from licking a stripe along the underside of Yoongi's cock, following the thick vein there.

Yoongi's hips buck, his voice high when he speaks again, trying with his all might to stay quiet. "Jesus!"

"My name's Jin actually, but thanks," Seokjin replies, sassy and a devilish glint in his eyes as his hand pumps Yoongi slowly. "You owe me morning sex and pancakes."

"Fine. Okay, okay. Fuck," Yoongi gasps when Seokjin begins to prod at his slit with his tongue, collecting the beads of pre-come there. "You can take me home tonight and we'll have morning sex and pancakes when we wake up. Will that make you happy?"

Seokjin stands suddenly, pulling his hand away from Yoongi's dick. "Immensely. Along with a date next week and more sex as well. I'll see you out there, Mr. Photographer."

Yoongi watches as Seokjin walks out of the janitor closet he'd pulled Yoongi into. He blinks when the door shuts and stares down at his hard dick and pants crumpled around his ankles.

Yoongi is in literal hell.

[monthlymidlifecrisis]

..

Taehyung : ever wonder what goes on in yoongi's head

Jungkook : he's probably thinking of ways to kill us without anyone noticing

Yoongi's head: so i have 100 ways to trick them into holding my hand. Lets try for 200.