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Okay, what's going on? LMFAO

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Love me, Hate me - Min Yoongi (M)

— pairing | Min Yoongi/Reader

— word c | 4,027

— genre | Fuckboy au!, College au! angst , Smut.

— summary |  You hated him, hated how handsome he was, hated how all the girls wanted him, you hated hating him, but you couldn’t contain yourself. At least not anymore. You’ll find out in the worst way, or the best, that Min Yoongi is an addictive drug. ]. 

— warnings/tags |  Adult content, explicit sex, low slang words.

You still lived with your parents, you were still their little girl. After your sister ran away from high school to live with the hippies when you were 10, the rules in your house got pretty tight. You could only go out accompanied by the friends that your parents knew, had to be home before midnight, and couldn’t date before finishing college. You always obeyed your parents, even if you thought that was not necessary, even if you were 23 years old, even if you were an adult, you had never disobeyed an order from them, until a week ago.

You hadn’t planned it, you had no idea how it had happened. In a minute you were drinking with your friends in one pub, and in another you were waking up in a bedroom next to the most coveted Fuckboy at the university. Min Yoongi was the person who most irritated you, no one could irritate you at the level that he could. Looking at him across the hall made your blood boil. In your three years of college, you hated him and despised him every day of your life.

But for some reason, after the night you spent together, something in you has changed, and you were annoyed at the new feeling you were feeling, you were no longer angry at Min Yoongi, you were angry at yourself for having feelings for someone who certainly didn’t feel the same. Your parents were traveling that weekend so they didn’t suspect anything, but what was really difficult was avoiding Yoongi. You studied in the same building, so you always had to leave earlier in the day to avoid bumping into him, or you had to come up with some question to ask the teacher until Yoongi had leave.

Your friends had already told you that he had asked about you, and even if you wanted to talk to him again, to kiss him again, you knew you couldn’t, because of your parents, and for you, you didn’t want to get hurt and you knew he would break your heart, because that's what bad boys do, and Yoongi was the meanest of them.

It was Saturday night, you had decided you wouldn’t leave the house. Your parents had a business dinner to go and they would soon leave, you'd be alone for the rest of the night just watching Netflix and eating junk food.

After they left, you went into the kitchen and opened the pantry, looking for the popcorn, and a few seconds after you closed the pantry, the doorbell rang. You frowned, looking at the clock on the counter. You weren’t expecting anyone and surely no one would show up there that time on a Saturday night. You dropped the packet of popcorn on the counter and walked into the living room, opening the door and widening your eyes at the same moment.

Min Yoongi was standing in front of you.

He was all in black, with his black hair falling over his face. His hands were in the front pockets of his pants and he looked at you with a smug look and a provocative smile on his lips. You almost choked to see him there, you didn’t even know he knew where you lived. And you didn’t know how to feel about his presence there.

Looking at him, flashes of your night with him came in your head, memories that were tormenting you all week. Those black hairs that you pulled, those eyes that looked at you with desire and lust, those lips that kissed your neck and made you crazy when he eat you out, the same mouth that kissed your whole body, whispered dirty things in your ears, things that made you lose control, letting him bosses you. His neck that you left hickeys. The chest you leaned on as you ride him. The arms that hugged you as he was thrusting inside you hard, the hands that gripped your waist, pulled you hair as he hit you from behind, the same hands he used to hold  your throat and dig deep inside you.

All that, that body, Min Yoongi, he was your perdition.

And all through the week, when those memories came to your head, you need to masturbate, relieve yourself, but nothing seemed to satisfy your desire. Your dildo's, your fingers, or porn movies, none of this was enough. Your body wanted Min Yoongi.

You stood for long seconds staring at each other until he let out the air and took a step forward, making you step out of the trance and take a step back, moving away from the door as he came in and closed the door behind him.

“We need to talk.” He said in a hoarse voice, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to bristle. You swallowed and took a deep breath, thinking what to say.

"About what? I don’t think we need to talk about anything." You said, trying to sound as confident as possible, but by the way the corner of his mouth moved, you knew you were not convincing enough.

"Where's your room?" He asked. Shit.

“My parents will be here soon and ...”

"I saw them leaving, (Y/N)." He said interrupting you, walking slowly toward you, not taking his eyes from you, making you hold your breath. When his hand touched your waist and pulled you against him, you yelped in surprise and slammed into his chest. Yoongi took a few steps, pushing you back, pressing you against the wall. You tried to look away from him, knowing that if you looked at his eyes for a long time, you would be hypnotized and loose control, but he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

Yoongi watched you for a few seconds, his eyes sliding from yours to your lips several times before he placed a peck on it, making the fire inside you spread all over your body. Your cheeks reddened, and you gasped. Yoongi smiled pretentiously.

"Be a good girl and show me your room, huh?" He said and so distanced himself, making your whole body miss his touch. "I promise you that you will be well rewarded, doll."

With no thought or denial, you turned to the ladder and started to climb it. Yoongi was literally the first man you would take into your home and bedroom, you would be so fucked up if your parents came in and found out. But you knew that if Yoongi took the first step, you wouldn’t stop him. You couldn’t because you wanted it too. As you entered your room, you closed the door behind you and watched Yoongi walking toward your bed. Even his walk was perfect, he was literally a magnet for unsuspecting girls, but how did you fall in love with him? The most annoying and crazy guy in college?

You shook your head and pushed your thoughts away, watching him jump on your bed, lying down comfortably, crossing his hands beneath his head and looking at you. He arched one eyebrow, seeing you still standing by the door.

"Feel free, after all, this is your room." He joked. You might even have laughed or smiled, but you were too tense, so you just stood still. He laughed cheekily. “Your choice.”

“What are you doing here?” You asked, too curious to wait for his willingness to say what he wanted to talk to you about.

“I thought you were longing for my company.” He said with a mischievous smile on his lips. “The girls who sleep with me tend to be obsessed with me and miss me a lot.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course he would say that.

"Thank you so much for reminding me that I'm just another girl on your list and sleeping with you was the biggest mistake of my life, ‘sir. my dick is the biggest on campus."

“I don’t think my dick is the biggest on campus, but I know how to use mine very well, and you know it too.” The pretentious smile returned to his lips and in that moment you remembered how much you hated him. He was an asshole.

“How many of your friends have you told about us, Yoongi?”

“I'm not the idiots with whom you usually relate to, (Y/N). I don’t need to go out there telling anyone about my personal life to feel the badass, and you wanna please sit your butt next to me?” He said sitting on the bed and tapping his hand next to him. You rolled your eyes one more time, too tired to argue, disappointed with yourself for having even thought for a minute that with you would be different.

"Yoongi ..." You sighed, folding your arms. "You have to leave before anyone finds out you're here. If my parents find out …"

"C’mon. How old are you, 15?" He frowned. "You're not a teenager, your parents can’t tell you what to do anymore."

“As long as I live under their roof and as long as they pay for my college, yes, they can tell me what to do.” You answered harshly. "And look, honestly, I don’t even know why you came here. It's pretty clear that I'm avoiding you all week and you know it, so why the hell did you show up here at this time with your nose up and your air of superiority? Isn’t there any girl you need to fuck or some party to go to?”

“I was at a party.” He confessed. "But I can’t stop thinking about you." He said getting up and walking to you, but this time without that badboy pose and without the smug smile. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest, because of his words and the innocence you were seeing in his face, something you had never seen before. But you couldn’t get carried away, you knew his fame, knew he was just saying that to get laid with you.

“You couldn’t fuck anyone there, that’s why you came here?” You asked moving away from him, stopping by the bed, as he took a deep breath, turning to you, staring at you as you began to tap your foot restlessly on the floor. “Did you think that telling me sweet words that are obviously lies and looking at me with innocence in the eyes would make me open my legs for you? What happened at Hoseok’s house was a mistake, Yoongi. I’m not like that …”

“And you think I don’t know that?” He asked, his face darkened, with that same look he had minutes before you were naked in one of your best friend's house rooms, walking toward you again. “Why do you think I’m so interested in you? You reject me for years, you detest me, you despise me, and one day you just kiss me, you fuck me and then you reject me again. You used me, and guess what? I liked it. And I want more.” And so he stopped in front of you. His hands gripped your face and you were unable to fight the urge you had to give yourself to him. The touch of his fingers reminded you of how good the feel of his skin against yours is. “And I know you want more too.” He whispered, caressing your lips with his thumb. That was true. You wanted more, you needed more. But you didn’t want to get hurt. You knew this would be just another fuck, you knew nothing would ever change between you.

“I don’t want to get hurt.” You whispered, closing your eyes, squeezing your eyelids, afraid to open them, look into his eyes and get lost in the sea of lust that were those dark eyes. That was when you felt his breath against your face You opened your eyes, seeing him inches from your face, almost making your noses touch. He stared into your eyes, an intense look that made your entire body tremble.

“I would never hurt you."

And so he kissed you. All of your defenses that you had set against him, fell and you drifted by the feel of his mouth against yours. You uncrossed your arms, and wrapped them around Yoongi's neck as he pulled you against him, one hand at the nape of your neck, the other at your waist.

"Please, let me fuck you, I've been thinking about it all week." He whispered between the kiss, lowering his lips to your neck, and biting lightly, making you feel shivers all over your body. Yoongi lowered his hands to your hips, and gave you an impulse, making you entwine your legs around his waist. Your cleavage getting to the height of his face, and he drew his lips from your neck, kissing and biting the valley of your breasts. You grabbed his hair and closed your eyes tightly, resting your chin on the top of his head, letting out weak moans as he dug into your blouse, his lips searching for your nipples. "Thank goodness you're without a bra." He murmured before he began to suck on one of your nipples, making you moan louder.

He walked toward the bed, his face still between your breasts, he tapped the shins on the edge of the bed and fell on top of you. You both laughed as the bed creaked as if you had just broken something. But soon the smiles disappeared and soon you were kissing again.

“God I missed your skin so much” He whispered between your lips, caressing your thighs, gently trailing his fingers close to your crotch, making you fumble for more physical contact. When his fingers touched you over your clothes, you let out a moan and a sigh, which made Yoongi smile. "I think you missed me too." He lowered his kisses down your neck and you took your hands to his hair until his face was between your legs, kissing you over your shorts.

“Please...” You whispered. The boy raised his eyes and so he took his hands to the top of your shorts, pulling it down, throwing it anywhere. He stroked you over your panties before kneeling on the floor and pulling your hips to the edge of the bed, where he placed your legs over his shoulders, pulled your panties aside and began to slowly lick your clit. You moaned with the contact and arched your back, closing your eyes enjoying the wonderful feeling it was to feel Yoongi's tongue caressing the entire length of your pussy.

“You know what excites me the most?” He asked, whispering and stroking it with his thumb. You denied. “Hear your groans. Those soft moans that show you're struggling to hold an orgasm. Those moans you give when I do this.” He said sucking your clit, which made you moan and grab the sheets.

"Yoongi ..." His name slipped between your lips, making the whole body of the boy shiver.

“Oh, my God, (Y/N). How can you be so hot? How can you make me want to fuck you at any time of the day?” He whispered as he gave you kisses and more kisses in your intimacy. You moved in your mouth. You were so excited. He lifted his head and began to stimulate you with his hand. He lay down beside you without stopping the movements with his hand. You looked at his pants and saw his erection. You stroked it over his pants, watching him close his eyes and squeeze his lips. His fingers pressed against you. You then thrust your hand into his underwear and held his cock tight. A few minutes later, you helped him take off his pants and climbed into his lap. He gripped your waist. You helped him fit into your entrance and went down, feeling him fill you up. You moaned as you moved slowly in your lap.

He sighed heavily and his chest trembled as if he was holding himself back to not thrust hard inside your pussy. He then moved his hips toward yours, giving you a strong, deep thrust, making you support both hands on his chest, absorbing the almost orgasm you had. You both took a deep breath. His hands went to your breasts and squeezed them over the bra.

“It's all right?” He whispered and you nodded.

“Yes. Just nearly came with this thrust!” You whispered, laughing. He smiled. He moved with his hips and sank deep into you again making you bite your lips hard to hold a scream.

"God, you are so tight!" He groaned as he gripped your waist and rolled onto the bed, getting over you. He worked his hips in with speed. One of his hands held your thigh that was wrapped around his waist, the other tightening around your breast. You pulled the back of his neck and kissed him deeply to contain moans from both sides. You then heard the doorbell ring and parted the kiss, startled, but Yoongi released your breast and thigh, and caught your chin making you look at him.

"It's okay." He whispered, slowing his movements, but increasing his strength. You nodded and closed your eyes, delighting in the feeling of having him fill you inside, but once again the bell rang and you opened your eyes one more time.

"What if someone has listened to us?" You asked frowning, worried. Yoongi kissed your forehead and stared into your eyes, rolling his hips, hitting your right spots.

"Fuck them, baby. It's just you and me now." He whispered and kissed you again, making you completely forget about anything. “I want you to cum with me, okay baby?” He said slyly, increasing his speed and beginning to take deep thrusts.

"Okay, shit. You know how to make me cum." You laughed. "My God!" You moaned, putting your face on the boy's neck, nibbling it. And again the bell rang, and your name was called, but you were busy taking the pleasure to care.

"Come on, (Y/N)." He whispered in a pleasurable groan. He was getting there, you felt it. You clenched your cunt around his cock, making him squeeze his hand on your thigh. You moved toward him, synchronized with his movements. “Fuck!” He moaned. You bit your lips, unable to hold the loud moan that was coming out of your throat. Yoongi then gave a strong thrust and sank into you, making you cling to him hard and biting his shoulder trying to control the feeling, but it was too strong, your body began to tremble. You tossed your head back and grabbed the sheet, pulling hard. "Do you like this, baby?" He asked hoarsely, rotating his hips.

You stared at him, your eyes burning. His lips parted, his eyebrows drooping, his brow furrowed. The muscles in his arms were rigid, making the veins in his arms rise and stand out. He was a god to you. Like you was to him.

“Fuck me harder, Yoongi.” You said it loudly, making him smile and push harder, making you scream, roll your eyes and throw your head back, screaming with the force of orgasm. Yoongi lay on top of you, thrusting his face into your neck as he fucked you, cumming seconds later. His lips glued to yours and he pulled the blanket over you to stifle the strong, utterly exhausting moans that insisted on leaving your throats.

A few minutes after his breathing normalized, Yoongi asked if he could take a shower with you and you accepted. You thought that during the bath he would want to fuck again, but he was totally a knight, he was affectionate. He helped you clean yourself, he was careful and you liked that part of him. When you returned to the bedroom, you put on your pajamas while he wore his clothes. He was silent, quiet, and that was not typical of him, usually he would have annoying things to talk about and make you angry. But now he looked sad, maybe.

“Are you okay?” You asked and he looked at you. Yoongi blinked a few times, he opened his mouth to speak, but before answering, the doorbell of your house rang again and you rolled your eyes, irritated. You stepped past him and down the stairs to the door. When you opened it, you came face to face with your next-door neighbor. She was the most gossipy woman you'd ever met. “Can I help you with something?”  

"Are you okay? I heard a few screams coming from her house and I was worried.” She said moving her head, looking into your house, as if searching for something. You sighed angrily. You were tired of everyone taking care of your life.

“I'm totally fine. The screams you heard were mine while I was being fucked by a guy who's still up there while I'm here listening to you intrude into my life. So why don’t you do me a fucking favor and get out of my fucking property and go mind your own business?” You asked in an angry voice and then slammed the door shut, leaving the woman in shock at the door of your house. You felt relieved. Maybe Yoongi was a good influence for you after all. You turned to go up the stairs and back to your room, but stopped moving when you saw Yoongi coming down the stairs. He wasn’t happy.

"So ... I'm going."

“Why?” You asked, unable to hide the disappointment in your voice.

"Your parents, they cannot know I was here, or they'll fight with you." You lowered your head, that was true. Yoongi, seeing that you wouldn’t say anything, sighed and walked towards the door, past you, ready to leave. It was when you realized that yes, your parents would fight with you, but you didn’t care. You wanted to stay with him some more.

"Please stay." You asked raising your head and looking at Yoongi who was already holding  the door handle. Yoongi turned his face at once, wide-eyed, not expecting you to say that. He studied your face for a few seconds, searching for some trace of hesitation, but found none.

“What about your parents?”

"Fuck them, baby. It's just you and me now." You repeated his words and he laughed.

He then approached you and pulled you by the waist, giving you a calm kiss.

"Looks like I have a rebellious princess right here… What am I going to do with you?"

"I can think of one or two things." You said giving him a peck. Yoongi smiled and kissed you again. It would be a long night.

“(Y/N), wake up… Oh my god!” You and Yoongi were awakened by your mother's screams. You two jumped on the bed. It was morning, you and he were wrapped in a sheet, both naked, exhausted for having sex until 4 in the morning. Looking at the door, your mother was in shock, no color on her face, static. You had forgotten to lock the bedroom door. Two seconds later your father was standing behind her and asking why she had screamed. When he saw you and Yoongi in bed, he turned red and stormed into the bedroom.

"Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my daughter's bed? With her and naked?” Your father asked in a menacing voice. You and Yoongi looked at each other. The panic was stamped on your face. Yoongi on the other hand was very calm. He smiled at you, and looked back at your parents.

"Hi, I'm Min Yoongi, your daughter's boyfriend."

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The Ghost Of You - Jjk - Chapter 2 Preview

“I know this is a lot to deal with, know it's maddening the fact that you see and talk to a ghost, so I just wanted to try to cheer you up a bit.” You smiled, pleased at the affectionate act and nodded at him as a sign he could continue. "See this key?" He said pointing to a specific key on the piano keyboard. You nodded. “I want you to lightly tap your finger on it every one second.”

“Like this?” You asked, obeying his order, tapping the key repeatedly, already making a pleasant sound come out of the instrument. The boy nodded. He turned back to the piano and you can see his fingers tapping gently on the keys at his side. The soft and calm melody began to echo throughout the room and you now knew that the night you heard the piano being played was Jungkook who was there.  You were trying to concentrate on your task so you didn’t make any mistakes, but your eyes couldn’t get off the boy next to you. Somehow, that simple melody was making him even more handsome.

Without stopping to play, Jungkook stood up and stood behind you, arms almost around you, on the two sides of the piano keyboard, his chest almost touching your back, if he could breathe and if you could feel it, his breath would be coming in direct contact with your neck and you would probably have missed the note sequence by now. But even if he was so close to you, you still couldn’t feel him, but that didn’t stop your mind from creating many fantasies with that moment. In two seconds you had already thought about what it would be like to have sex on top of a piano, and had thought that you wanted to try it with Jungkook.

It was when something unexpected happened, in the middle of the melody, as Jungkook was very expressive and was incorporating the song, his chest pounded against your back and you both froze as you realized that you had felt a little shock coming over you. You two had touched each other and you two had felt it. You moved your face a little to the side, staring at him with wide eyes, as he did to you too. You two were speechless, with no reaction.

Those big, dark, deep eyes were making you lose yourself in a dark lake, making you even more mesmerized by the black sea he carried on his corneas. ‘If we touch once, we can touch again.’ Jungkook thought as he leaned toward you, alternating the look between his eyes and his lips. He wanted to kiss you, just like you wanted too.

Do not blame me for who I am. The doctor prescribed me 20 mL of #bangtan smut twice a day.

I just read Daddy Issues, and girl, how dare you attack me like that? I can sue you for emotional damage bitch This's fucking good, man, SERIOUSLY

Sorry bout that LMFAO  I'm glad you enjoyed it and please don’t sue me, I don’t have enough money to pay for it.