Kiwi (m) || Myg

kiwi (m) || myg

⇢ summary: college is supposed to be a time to reinvent yourself, to find new beginnings, make friends, initiate a transformation—and yet you cannot possibly do that with min yoongi, your ex-boyfriend and university tattoo artist, living in the very same apartment complex while looking as if he stepped out of a dream. (post breakup au; enemies to lovers au; college au)

⇢ genre: smut; eventual angst and fluff

⇢ word count: 10.3k

⇢ warnings: sexual content (dom and sub tones, spanking, edging, fingering, body worship, penetration, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, degradation, dirty talk); swearing; alcohol use

⇢ note: inspired by the song kiwi, the fact that my ex lived in the same dorm as me in my first year of uni, and @94hixtape, who helped spit out ideas with me :’)

Love is a fucking joke, you’ve decided.

So is going away to the same university as your ex. So is purchasing a whole new wardrobe with money you do not have to reinvent yourself. So is impulsively getting tattoos in the middle of the evening while stupidly wine-drunk with your newly acquired roommate. So is everything, probably, but perhaps you are merely a very cynical person at the moment.

Alcohol does that to you more often than not.

“Jennie,” you hiss, tugging on your roommate’s arm as she chats up the oddly adorable young man behind the front desk. The ardent buzz of tattoo needles fills your ears like a beehive. “Jennie, come on, this is a really fucking terrible idea—“

Jennie leans forward on the counter, twirling a finger around the ends of her long hair while flashing a million watt smile.

“How long have you been working here, then?” she asks the young man.

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maybe 39 and iw!couple? - 💫

39. I can’t do this on my own.

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[a drabble in which iw!yoongi cracks under the pressure of being a stay-at-home father and tries to leave]

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“I didn’t sign up to raise this child on my own.” You tell him sourly.

Yoongi is so still in your wrath, except wrath isn’t even really fair to call wrath because it goes so much deeper than anger. Whatever it is, Yoongi is quiet in the presence of it. You know him well enough to know that itch in his fingers is the itch for a drag off a cigarette he doesn’t have. “I never said that.”

“No but my first thought was exactly that. You, leaving, and all I could think about was how the hell I’ll raise our son as a single parent.” You watch his throat go tight and with emphasis on that, you close the gap he’s made between you. Not that he fairs clearer with an invasion of space, but maybe if he’s not in reach, he’ll flee again. He won’t. “Because you know what, if you pulled that shit in college, you’d have come home to an empty house.”

It’s like glass in your own throat to say but Yoongi looks unmoved. You grit your teeth at the feeling.

“I understand this is hard for you when I’m not here to save the day and you’re sulking, but if it were so impossible, millions of parents wouldn’t do it, over and over again.” You finish.

“We’re not millions of parents.” He knows he can’t flee this time but there’s a flit about him. He’s not a fighter.

“Quit pouting, we’ve got it easy. Teen moms, triplets, you think we had the means for that? We planned for this. I work hard to make sure our child is fed and I’m sorry I can’t be the one to feed him, but if it’s so hard for you, no one’s stopping you from being the breadwinner.”

That strikes hard, not off guard but Yoongi looks like he wishes he didn’t have to hear that. “You know damn well I can’t keep this roof over our heads.”

“You’ve got a college degree too.”

“That’s not fair.” He continues over you. “You wanted this house so bad, you knew it was out of our budget and you’d throw it on my shoulders-”

“What do you want then? The kid is too hard, jobs are too hard, you’re a grown father who cowers at one scuffle and suddenly it’s too much to be realistic! I don’t know what you want Yoongi, I don’t know what you need from me. I need you and Roo needs you, but if you ever turn your back and leave us again, I don’t want you to come back.”

His lips curl between his teeth, a reflex to hold his tongue. If it hurts, it shows little. You don’t cry because you don’t fight but you go taut at the back of the throat. “If there’s one of us who could do it alone, it’d be you.”

Birthday Sex

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (f) Genre: smut, some fluff c: Word count: 2.5k A/N: pls don’t butcher me for the unoriginal title lmao. I’ve never written and finished something this fast but i guess min yoongi has that kind of effect on me and im guessing i’ve been completely wrecked alright here’s some yoongi birthday smut 

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Omg #91 for tis yoongi and oc pls

91. Tell me you need me.

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iw!yoongi + fluff “are you warm enough”

pairing iw!yoongi/reader

prompt “Are you warm enough?”

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