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I Choose You [M]

Genre: Smut, Office AU, Multiple Partners, Fluff, Angst, M/F

Pairing: Jaehyun x Johnny x Original Character

Word Count 2.5k

Summary:  Carmella requested a transfer within her company and moved to the other side of the world. She soon realizes she bit off more than she can chew once she starts working at the home branch…

A/N: This update is full of smut. I think I’m entering my Johnny era next because what the hell? HE HAS ME SO FERAL. But um yeah I am struggling to stick to the original plot with him because I just want so much more for him ;__ ; his character is truly something else.  But please enjoy this and hopefully it doesn’t make y’all too feral ;/

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Deja Vu: “I want you so bad.”

» pairing: asshole! wooyoung x fem! reader

» summary: Getting paired with Wooyoung, notorious half-asser and asshole, on your midterm assignment must’ve been karma for something you’ve done in the past, cause god did you luck out bad. He’s constantly late to your meetings, hardly does any work, and on top of that, he teases you like no another. You can’t stand him. Until one day, a storm comes, brewing unfamiliar feelings amongst you two, and what you thought you knew had honestly just turned out to be deja vu.

» word count: ~ 9k (i actually have no idea, i just know it’s long)

» genre & warnings: non-idol au, asshole (most of the time) wooyoung, sub (sometimes) reader, dry humping, grinding, praises, unprotected sex (BAD, DON’T DO IT), rough sex, cream pie, ass & tit slapping, major teasing (both sexually and socially), orgasm denial x3, edging, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation, reader has a younger face but is of age, mentions of bff!seonghwa, reader is unintentionally cute, minor peer pressure (helps reader get out of her shell/pushy roommate), heavy make out session, whiny wooyoung, sensitive reader

» a/n: when i tell you i am in love with this kind of wooyoung

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.･ ｡ﾟ

Everyone warned you about him.

He’s a handful for sure.

You got him as your partner? Good fucking luck with that.

Be ready to do your half of the load, plus his.

You knew this would happen.

So how come you’re still surprised when at 6:45, Wooyoung strolls into the library, a drink in one hand and his laptop in the other, looking as if he’s ready to work. He should’ve been here 45 minutes ago.

You peer up from your own screen and can’t help but scowl at the boy. Wooyoung also notices you, and instead of feigning remorse a cheesy grin spreads across.

“Look at you being all studious.” He reaches the table you occupied and plops down next to you, parts of his drink splashing onto your bare arm, “How much have you gotten done?”

Adjusting your laptop screen, you hardly spare him a glance as you go back to typing, “Honestly, not that much. It’s hard coming up with research on my own.”

You hope the bitterness came through in your tone and judging by the way Wooyoung guffaws, you could tell it did. He just didn’t care.

“Y/N-ah, why’re you being so cold to me?” His voice is playful, lighthearted even, speaking as if the two of you were friends. Which you’re most certainly not.

Instead of replying, you let your fingers do the talking as they slap the keyboard with clicks, a reminder that you guys need to work and not converse. Does he think you actually want to spend your Friday working on some stupid project? One that’s worth a large chunk of your grade at that.

“I brought you something to drink.” He shoves the cup in your face and you can see the liquid start to turn more opaque as the ice melts. It’s also like 70% gone. Having enough, you harshly face him, the sudden movement causing him to buck backwards.

“Wooyoung, you need to get to work and stop playing around. We don’t have time for this, especially when you decided to show up almost an hour late.” You try to sound authoritative, but that in itself is a bit of a problem for you. Your voice has always been softer than most, so when you do try to take charge, you often get ‘awwws’ of how cute you sound. And you hated that.

It also doesn’t help that you have a rounder and softer looking face for someone your age. If you could count on your fingers the amount of times someone’s asked if you’re touring your college instead of attending it - with them thinking you’re a high schooler, well, you’d probably put around 3 fingers down. But the analogy still stands.

Wooyoung’s no different, him holding back a smile from the way your eyebrows would furrow and how your nose would scrunch whenever you exhibit anger. He found it endearing, actually.

“Okay...you’re clearly mad at me-”

“How can I not be?” You exclaim, “It’s been a week of us working on this project together, and somehow you manage to show up late every time, but it’s never been past 30 minutes. You’re even the one who told me to be here at 6!”

“I have a good reason for being late though.”

With that, you push your computer forwards and lean back in your chair arms crossed, entertaining whatever nonsense was about to spew out of his mouth, “Oh please, I’d love to hear this.”

He mocks your stance, “I was getting chased by a girl.”

You’ve got to be kidding me. You give him a deadpanned expression which causes him to whine.

“No seriously! I was.” In a flash, he pulls out his phone and puts it out for you to see a string of messages.

5:48 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- HYUNG!!!

- i need your help asap

5:49 PM

SEONGHWA:

- huh?

- what’d you do?

5:51 PM:

WOOYOUNG:

- the girl from last weekend’s pissed at me and is looking for me all over campus

- can i pls hide in your dorm?

5:51 PM:

SEONGHWA:

- tf did you do to piss her off?

5:52 PM:

WOOYOUNG:

- i’ll explain later just please let me hideout at your place

- i heard she has a knife

5:52 PM:

SEONGHWA:

- okay fine

5:53 PM:

WOOYOUNG:

- thank you!!

- i’m already outside your door

Admittedly, you were left dumbfounded. So maybe he did have a reason today, but that doesn’t excuse all of the other times. Wooyoung slips his phone back into his hoodie pocket while you go to ask the obvious question.

“What did you do to make this girl mad?”

He blows out a hard breath, as if even thinking about her is such a hassle, “We hooked up last week and I told her I didn’t wanna see her again. So, this is how she reacted.”

You purse your lips out, “Well, maybe she was hoping to gain something out of it. You know, there are nicer ways to phrase ‘I’m not ready for a relationship’ that don’t involve the girl getting hurt.”

“Why should I care about her feelings?” His words are icy, though it seems to be directed towards you, “I told her upfront I didn’t want anything more, it was only supposed to be sex. I asked her if she could handle that and she said yes. If she went ahead and caught something for me, that’s not my fucking problem.”

Once he was done, Wooyoung reels himself in. The realization that you weren’t, in fact, the psycho chick that had been chasing after him earlier dawns on him as you silently nod in agreement. If he had been clear on his intentions since the start, then there wasn’t really much you could say against him.

“I didn’t know that, sorry for jumping to conclusions.” You sound more sad then you meant to and reach out for your computer.

After a beat his sour look turns sweet again, another playful smile returning, “Oh Y/N-ah, don’t apologize for that. I’m sorry for getting worked up.”

“Your frustrations understandable, especially if you’d been real with her from the beginning. Frankly, she should’ve expected that.” Shrugging your shoulders, you go to work again, now noticing the time hit 7:18 PM. You had about 12 minutes to get Wooyoung to do something, but that probably won’t happen.

He cheers your name loudly, happy that you and him agree on a topic for once and the librarian on standby hisses at him to quiet down while throwing a nasty glare.

The two of you exchange glances before both quietly laughing, you going back to finishing one of your paragraphs for your thesis while he simply sat and watched.

«—————————»

The next time you were supposed to meet with Wooyoung, you receive a text from him hours before your designated time.

12:07 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- pls no library today

12:09 PM

YOU:

- what was wrong with it last time?

12:10 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- the old hag yelled at me

- i’m not dealing with that again

12:11 PM

YOU:

- well tbh you aren’t the quietest person to have around

12:11 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- sorry we all cant be mouses like you

12:13 PM

YOU:

- ignoring that

- how about the cafe nearby?

12:14 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- ugh the coffees gross

- and psycho chick works there

- hell. no.

12:15 PM

YOU:

- oh then def not there, where do you wanna meet then?

12:17 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- just come over to my apartment

- i would suggest your place but i don’t feel like going out

12:18 PM

YOU:

- what if i don’t feel like going out

12:18 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- who wears the pants in this friendship?

12:20 PM

YOU:

- there is no friendship

12:21 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- still don’t wanna admit we’re friends…..

- it’s bad enough you pretend to not know who i am around others

- makes me sad

12:24 PM

YOU:

- does it actually?

12:26 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- no 😛

- come over at 7

12:27 PM

YOU:

- alright fine

Even though you agreed to 7, you actually intended on getting there around 7:10. Hopefully the taste of his own karma would help him learn to respect others times and not waste a second of it.

Throughout the day, while doing your mundane tasks, the text messages between you and Wooyoung keep circling your thoughts. Mainly towards the end.

You and him haven’t established a clear relationship, so that’s why you denied his friendship claim. In all honesty, he just didn’t seem like one to you. But after what happened at the library, a part of you can possibly start to think differently.

Yet your mind races at the possibility you had actually hurt his feelings. It’s not a secret that you two are partners, so whenever you do deny his existence, many people laugh off your comment as a joke. Which for the most part it is. Had you been going too far with that?

Then again, this is Wooyoung you’re talking about. He hardly takes anything serious. Not even a project that’s worth more than half of his final grade. You’re probably just overthinking it, no need to stress out over this.

Telling yourself that, you continue to busy yourself with random tasks till around 6:30, which also happens to be the time your roommate arrives back from wherever she had left early this morning.

“Hey, where are you about to go?”

She asks as she notices you picking out a sweatshirt to wear, already having on light flared jeans. She comes up behind you and lands a loud smack on your ass and you fake cry. This is not a first time offense.

“Wooyoung wants to meet at his place for our project.” You look between two sweatshirts in your hands, a light grey and black.

Your roommate throws herself onto your bed since hers is barely visible due to the abundance of clothes occupying it. But then she pauses for a moment, rethinking over what you just said, “Wait, you’re going to his apartment?”

You nod absentmindedly, still deciding on which clothing option to wear.

“Is he trying to fuck you?”

Now that snaps you out and you dart your eyes to her, “What?! Absolutely not.”

She sits up now, legs crisscrossed as she becomes engross in the conversation, “Y/N, he 100% is! You’ve guys been studying at the same two places for the past week, now suddenly he wants to change locations? To a more secluded place? Sounds sketchy as hell.”

You’re quick to discard that, “It’s because he doesn’t wanna go out today. Plus, Wooyoung has his reasonings for not liking our usual spots.”

Her eyes do a dramatic roll, “Right, just as I’m sure he had his reasonings for being an hour late last Friday.”

You had been texting your roommate up until Wooyoung’s arrival, frustration running into the ground. But you also told her he had a legit excuse later on. So, she’s clearly not the biggest fan of him.

“Don’t say such things. And besides the seclusion will probably help us work better.” You finally choose to go with the black sweatshirt and put back the grey.

“Or it’ll help when your screaming his name and no one will be around to hear it.”

“Hey!”

She throws her hands up innocently, though nothing’s innocent about what’s coming out of her mouth, “I’m just saying! The possibility isn’t a no.”

“To me it is! Plus, he doesn’t even see me like that. Just as a friend…..sorta. Well, that’s not really the case for me. But it’s- you know what, never mind.” You finish putting on the sweatshirt and do your go-to style for your hair, something quick.

“Okay, well can you at least prepare better just in case you guys are gonna bone?”

You just shake your head in disbelief that this conversation is even happening, while she gets up and begins rummaging through the pile on her bed. When her hands come out again, they’re gripping a lacy tank top and matching underwear.

If you thought this couldn’t get any worse, it just has significantly.

“You’re not serious….” You shake your head once more, disbelief clouding your mind again.

“Y/N go put this on right now!” Before you had a chance to protest, she’s pushing you into your closet, throwing the clothes at you before locking the door and turning the lights on from outside.

“You’re crazy! I thought you don’t even like Wooyoung, why’re you so on board with this non-existent idea?!” You yell.

“Cause, even if he is an asshole, he’s still hot! And the perfect gateway into the hookup culture you’ve always wanted to be apart of since freshman year!”

You mentally curse yourself for wanting to have a ‘hoe phase’ and for sharing that with your roommate. That was forever ago anyways, surely she would’ve realized you grew up since then. Once you realize your roommate is dead set on not letting you out, you sigh annoyingly. She is insane.

But as you begin to caress the fabric, your mind begins to race. You had absolutely no intention of getting with Wooyoung, not now or ever. You don’t even consider him a friend! Yeah, he’s extremely attractive, and maybe even your type.

However, that doesn’t make up for how much he irks your soul, and you could swear up and down that you dislike him.

Maybe that’s why it would be perfect, the voice inside of you starts, no extra feelings attached, and no one has to get hurt like psycho crazy girl.

You bit your lip at the thought. Would he even hook up with someone like you? You don’t think you’re exactly his type.

………oh who’re you kidding, he’d probably mess with anything that has a hole.

“Don’t overthink it, if you feel the moment happening, jump on it. If not, then let it ago.” Your roommate adds more encouragement.

Suddenly switching your brain off, you strip off you clothes, removing the current underwear for the newer kind. You toss back on your other clothes before begging your roommate to let you out.

She opens the door but stops you in your tracks, “Now hold on, before you go let me see that you have it-”

You lift up your shift to reveal the tight material straining against your skin. You felt your breasts were gonna pop out at any second.

Your roommate gapes at you then goes to quickly put your shirt down, “Oh wow, I almost just said something I might’ve…...anyways you look fucking amazing.”

“Aww, thank you.” A tiny smile spreads across your face and your roommate resists the urge to pinch your cheeks.

“Okay, what time are you’re suppose to meet him?”

You glance over at your clock which reads 7:01 PM, “Hmmm, about right now.”

She tells you to hurry out of here but before you get the chance to, she walks over to the window and takes a peak, “Hey, have you checked the weather?”

“No, why?” It had been sunny all today there was really no point.

Your roommate holds back saying something, her gaze going over to your closet, “I think you should wear the grey sweatshirt.”

«———————————»

You were going to kill you roommate. The funeral’s been planned out, you already knew the casket color - burnt siena - and all you needed was the body. She is so dead.

You knock ferociously at Wooyoung’s door, at such a rate that someone could mistake you for one of his many, many girls. The door swings open, a freshly showered Wooyoung standing on the other side.

“Y/N-ah, why’re you so angry all the ti-” His eyes go wide at the sight of you. Your once neat hair all messy and soaked from the rain. The sweatshirt your roommate suggested had turned a much darker grey while your light pants were splattered in raindrops.

The worst part about it all, the rain started just as you were approaching his street, and it came down in waterfalls. You were already too far to turn around and grab an umbrella.

“I don’t. Wanna. Talk about it.” You roughly push past him and into his apartment, which you would normally stop to admire the niceness of it if you weren’t so upset. His living room and kitchen’s clean and modern, a TV playing some movie in the background.

“I feel like I could make a joke, but this is just too easy,” You toss a harsh glare over your shoulder at him as he closes and bolts his door, him shuddering at your expression, “Is this why you were late? I was counting every second.”

You highly doubt that’s true, “No, my roommate and I got to talking about…something.”

He tsks, running the white towel over his damp hair, “You know for every minute you were late, I say you deserve a spanking.”

If not for you roommate, that statement wouldn’t have illicit more than a scowl from you, maybe even an eye roll. But your mind trails off to you bent over his lap while he counts the number of times his palm hits your flesh.

And you feel your face immediately burn so you turn away, “If that’s the case, you’d probably wouldn’t be able to walk for like a week.”

With your back facing him, Wooyoung’s eyes linger down to your ass, and how full it looks in those pants. Dammit, he told himself he wouldn’t think of you in that way. And that spanking comment completely slipped out, but now he’s wishing he hadn’t said anything. His thoughts are truly something else.

“Where should we work?” You ask, desperately needing a change in subject.

He seems to be cleared from his own thoughts and he leads you to his living room where his laptop’s already set up with your guys’s work document. Hey, talk about efficient.

Wooyoung drops to the couch and you sling off your backpack, going to follow his lead when a foot comes in contact with your ass.

“Sorry, but I can’t have you sitting on the couch.” He slowly lowers his leg and you scoff lightly, your face doing the thing it does when you get angry. It kills him inside each time.

“Well, what am I supposed to do? I don’t have a spare change of clothes.”

Just as quickly as he sat down, Wooyoung’s back up again and tells you to follow him to his bedroom. Outside, you can hear the wind start to pick up, mixing with the treacherous rain.

“You can borrow a shirt from me, but I’m kinda low on bottoms.” He says as he yanks open a clearly broken drawer and begins looking for a suitable replacement.

He pulls out a ratty, white tee and tosses it on your face, you hearing him laugh at you as he makes his way out the door. You rip the shirt off with a huff, “Thank you for this.”

His eyes do a quick motion back to you before smiling his usual, playful grin, “That’s what friends are for.”

And he goes to exit again, leaving you alone to change. Trying your best to ignore the way your stomach buzzes at the remembrance of his smile, you pull off you own wet shirt and replace Wooyoung’s dry one, his scent engulfing you the minute it’s on you. You thought you could get drunk of this.

And as for pants, well, your jeans didn’t get as much damage as your top, so it should be fine. You work your way back to the living room, Wooyoung actually working diligently for the first time in ages.

“Whatcha doing?” You take the only open seat next to him on the cushion, but whatever change of heart you had towards him dissipates in a matter of seconds as he flips his screen to show you some clothing store he’d been browsing.

“Do you think this would look nice on me?”

You stare at him blankly before giving him a half-hearted answer. That seems to do the trick as he twists his computer and goes back to typing, most likely still not working. You open your own laptop and begin immediate research, the sounds of clicks filling the air as if you’re both competing for which one is the most significant.

An hour goes by, then two, then three, till next thing you know it’s 11 o’clock at night and the only thing left of your paper is the conclusion, which you tasked Wooyoung with since no one knows all that he’s really done.

“Holy shit! I can’t believe we’re almost finish with this.” He sighs happily into the couch while you shoot him a face. He instantly backtracks and rephrases his sentence into something more accurate, where he’d actually given you more credit.

“This feels like the longest paper I’ve ever written,” You huff as you layback alongside Wooyoung.

“Yeah, well,” He regards you and you meet his gaze, a tiny smile breaking out, “I know you did a great job. You’re an awesome researcher.”

The words could make you melt on sight, “Wooyoung, you’re too sweet.”

At the sight of your genuine smile, he felt as if his heart was going to leap out his chest. Damn you and you’re cuteness.

“Here I thought you couldn’t wait to rid me of your time.” You say as you snicker at your own joke. Definitely was the other way around.

“Well, don’t count on that. Trust me when I say, you’ll never get rid of me.” A devilish grin overtakes him and you roll your eyes, playfully this time. Maybe there is a part of you that’s starting to warm up to him.

“It’s probably time for me to go, it’s past 11.” When you go to stand, you hear Wooyoung whine behind you, begging you to stay longer. It’s just him being bored, don’t overthink it.

Right as you go to pick up your bag, a flash of lightning followed by loud thunder stop you in your step. With the time you spent with Wooyoung, you’d completely forgotten that a literal thunderstorm had been conjuring outside.

“Where’d you park?” He asks as he goes to stand next to you, trying to see out of the window of the blinds but even that had been barricaded by water.

“Oh, uhh, I actually didn’t drive. I walked here from my dorm.” You begin to think about how you’d get home. The bus normally comes around 12, so you could just wait under the bus stop to get out of his hair-

“You better not be considering leaving,” He chastises and when you make a guilty face he’s shocked, “Are you kidding me? I’m not letting you go out there.”

“I don’t wanna be in your way anymore, I’m sure you’re tired of me enough.” You rebut with wide eyes that make it hard for him to look away.

“Don’t make up lies, Y/N-ah, that’s what bad people do.”

Why does he do this to you? Treat you like you don’t know that there’s wrong in the world, like your sheltered. You stick your hip out and cross your arms, “Who’s to say I’m not bad.”

That sentence alone was enough to get him to laugh as if he’d been holding one in for a while, “Yeah, okay. I’ll go get my room ready for you.”

You trail him like a puppy as he goes down the hall and into his bedroom, “Hey, I didn’t agree.”

“And I don’t remember caring if you did.” He picks up the little trinkets off the floor before switching his pillows out with new ones.

You trot behind him, “Then if that’s the case, you take your bed. I can’t kick you of here.”

“You’re not kicking me out, I already gave the room to you.” He moves onto collecting a blanket from his closet then proceeds out into the living room again with, surprise surprise, you close by.

“Wooyoung this isn’t fair, I feel bad.”

He drops the cover then whips around to face you, his eyes burning deep into yours, “Where do you want me to sleep if you’re taking the bed then, huh?”

“Don’t overthink it, if you feel the moment happening, jump on it.”

Your roommate said this to you and boy if this doesn’t feel like a moment. Your eyes drop down slightly, then off to the side before landing back on Wooyoung, “You could….oh I don’t know, just stay in the room with me.”

He halts in place, trying to register if he just heard you correctly, “Stay with you……?”

You rapidly shake your head yes because you aren’t too confident your mouth could say much more. He pushes his tongue against his mouth, obviously lost in thought, and you briefly look at the movement. You must’ve turned into a huge pervert in the span of 4 hours because just the sight of that is enough to make your heart race.

“I normally don’t sleep with classmates, but I think I can make an acceptation for you.”

You flick him in the chest at his comment, him immediately laughing. And while part of you felt that was the proper response on your behalf, another hated how you knew he was joking. Like he could never even imagine you in that kind of way.

“Alright, let’s go back to the room then.”

This time you lead the way, with Wooyoung immediately stripping once he steps foot into the room. At the removal of his shirt, you spot a gold chain dangling from his neck, which you felt was a good fit for him. He goes all the way down to his boxers, a classic plaid mix with colors, and your eyes widen at how casual he’d just done it. Though, you don’t completely mind.

“Oh yeah, I get hot easily so sometimes I like to prepare. .” Without another second to waste, he hops into his side of the bed, “Don’t let me stop you though, okay Y/N-ah?”

You don’t even respond as hastily you turn around and fiddle with the button of your jeans. It’s now or never. You pull your pants down, around your ass and past your thighs till they pool around your ankle. You step out of them then bend down to retrieve, folding and placing them on a nearby chair.

“Did you wear that underwear just for me?” He’s teasing you, just like always, though this time you don’t have a comeback. You really had worn these just for him.

He picks up on your no-reply and could tell there’s a sense of something in the air that wasn’t there before.

When you turn back around, Wooyoung’s eyes are glued to you, more specifically towards your legs. You don’t get into bed immediately, instead watching him to see his reaction. Is this where everything goes downhill?

He rakes his eyes upwards till they land on your gaze and it appears he’s confirmed something in them, not playing around or joking. That you’re dead serious. Your heart rate accelerates and his lingering stare is starting to make you curdle.

After a beat his body weakens, “Come here.” His finally says. His voice is strained quietly, speaking as if you’d break if he were any louder. And so you do, leisurely, stalling.

You reach the side of the bed and he motions you to continue. You dip a knee into the mattress before placing your other, then again slowly make your way over to him.

Stopping right in front of his face, his arms reactively go up to grab at you but he stops himself midway. You can tell he’s asking for full permission, and attempting to calm your breathing you give a nod of approval.

His hands grip the back of your thigh, sinking into the skin, before making you straddle him. You sit perched up and toying with your fingers, then decidedly to rest them across his bare shoulders.

“You know I was just messing with you?” He starts, forcing you to give him your attention.

“You always do.” You’re tone sounds neutral thank goodness, but your goddamn pouty lips make you look like your frowning. Or to Wooyoung, kissable as fuck.

Chuckling gently, he bites his lip to stop him from smiling too much, “Yeah, that’s true. But this time it didn’t seem like just teasing to you.”

You feel his hands rub against your thighs, not working their way up, just caressing them while he keeps his eyes locked on you.

“I….” You already knew saying it aloud would sound weird, “I wasn’t sure where tonight was gonna take us.”

He continues to knead into your skin while you go to play with his chain, awaiting his response. You never would’ve imagined this is how the two of you would end up, but damnit if there’s not a part that just excites you a little about it all.

“Did you think we were….” He allows the words to hang in the air but you knew too well what he meant. So you shyly respond, affirming his suspicion.

Wooyoung sighs downward, looking like he just a lost a battle. “I told myself I wouldn’t do anything with you, scolded myself even.”

His words definitely are a shock to you, you stopping your fiddling on his chain to give him your full attention again, “What do you mean?”

“You’re just too cute, Y/N-ah, how could I not think about you in those kinds of ways,” his eyes are back on you, large and dark with plead, “But even when we got paired up together, I told myself to not do anything stupid. Because you don’t deserve that.”

The confession makes your head spin while watching him even more intensely.

“Are you sure this is something you want? If we do this, I promise you I’m not gentle and I don’t have any intention on being so.” He waits for your response but your mind is still murky from his previous statements. What does all of this mean? What was he trying to tell you?

You study him further. The softening of his eyes deepening the longer you two sit in silence. How his now dried hair hangs flowy on his forehead. His skin is clear with full lips. An absolutely gorgeous sight to take in. He’s absolutely gorgeous.

So much so in fact, that you don’t spare another second before leaning in to touch his lips with your own. And he’s quick to react, reciprocating the action in an instant.

It feels as if any previous doubts in your mind just fade out, leaving you with the blissful feeling of Wooyoung. He kisses you like he’s starved. Not sloppy, but uniformed. Almost like he’s been waiting for this and doesn’t want to mess up.

Your mouth moves perfectly with his, and you start tilting your head to either side. He copies your action and the two of you begin to get completely absorbed in the make out.

The hands on your legs work their way up, snaking behind you to cup your ass. He’s had literal dreams of this, and how your ass would feel in his hands. But those don’t compare, can’t compare, to how euphoric he feels in the moment.

When Wooyoung slips his tongue in your mouth, ever so slightly, the minor action causes you to whine a bit, his own groan buzzing into you. You feel some growth in his lap, soon a hardness pressing in your inner thigh.

Your breathing becomes irregular as random sounds emit from you, loving the way your core reacts accordingly to the pleasure. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on so quickly. Without even realizing you start to feel friction build from underneath you, now catching onto your hips rolling against his lap.

He starts to take charge though, grabbing and moving your ass to further grind into him. You break away first at the new sensation, huffing and hipping lightly while you struggle to keep your eyes open. Wooyoung takes notice in the way your expression looks so overwhelmed and just so damn cute.

“You like grinding on my cock?” The words tumble out as he flops his head against the headboard, “We haven’t even done anything and you look like you’re already gonna cum.”

His words are ammo to you, fueling you to gyrate faster while your hands go up above his head. He bites his lip, hard, to stop a loud groan from escaping

“You can’t cum just yet, Y/N-ah.” The sentence is more airy, like he’s struggling himself with the pleasure. You still continue though, too caught up in your satisfaction to notice him hoist an arm around your back and flip you face up onto the bed.

He lands between you, throwing in more clothed thrusts while holding in a smiling at your reaction, a mix between lust and anger.

“What-” He bucks particularly hard into it your core that you thought you were going to orgasm right there, “Nrgh! What was that for?”

Wooyoung dips his head down to your cheeks, kissing them tenderly before scooting towards your ear. He eases up on the thrusts too until the two of you work at an equal, tiny pace, “I couldn’t have you cumming, not when I finally get to enjoy this.”

He wiggles down a bit till he reaches your stomach, taking the fabric of your shirt between his fingers and lifting it up towards your mouth. You gladly accept it, him shoving the tee until your mouth was full.

When he glances back down, your top now fully in view, his eyes almost bulge out of his head.

"Holy..." He drags his fingers up the curve of your waist to your outer breasts, which are practically spilling out of the tight shirt, "You wore this for me?"

He smirks up at you and your eyebrows furrow at the bad joke. He's lucky your mouth's being occupied at the moment.

Wooyoung goes back to admiring you, craning his neck up to place open kisses on the soft flesh that pokes out before working his way to in between your cleavage.

Your heavy breathing, though muffled, is still audible enough for him to hear, lifting his head up quickly to speak to you, "I think those are gonna be my favorite noises."

You dismiss him, grabbing the back of his head to push him back into you. Wooyoung laughs at your neediness and eagerly goes into your tits again.

The feeling starts to build again in your heat, with you gradually increasing your movements against him. He responds to you by rolling himself further between your legs in a rhythm, the sloppy sounds of him kissing and sucking at you still filling your ears.

You've always been a quick pleaser, not typically lasting more than 15 minutes when pleasuring yourself.

If Wooyoung hadn't changed positions earlier, you most likely would've finished like that, which for the record you were perfectly contempt with.

But now everything feels like so much. So much happening at once that the desperation to spill over comes clawing out.

Wooyoung doesn't let that happen though, letting up once he felt you grinding even harder into him. A single string of spit still connecting to your breasts hangs past his mouth, another all-knowing grin plastered on.

"Someone's a little quick on the trigger." Throwing caution to the wind, he sticks a hand against the middle of your underwear, making you squirm on the spot, "Oh, I can see why. You're fucking soaked."

You mumble out a reply but he pretends he doesn't understand, which to be fair he probably doesn't.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that. Say it again for me." This time he pulls your shirt out, your own little spit string dropping down to your chin.

You gasp harshly, "You're so mean, Wooyoung."

He peers back to your face, staring intently at you when his fingers below push rather deep into your underwear, the action causing you to hike up and grimace, “Hmmm….yeah, I guess I can be.”

In no time his mouth is back between your cleavage as his fingers work your clothed core. You think your hearts gonna explode from overstimulation. You wiggle yourself against his hand, twitching when he starts to move your fabric to the side.

The bare touch he has brings such a feeling you’ve never experienced, making you shiver. The way he would cup your pussy momentarily before releasing, rubbing at your clit again then repeating it all once more. Honestly you thought you were game over.

Till Wooyoung takes his hand away from you fully and sits up. Your face drops at the absence of his touch.

“Hey, what’d I say?” He fakes an angry expression before cracking out into a playful one, “You can’t cum just yet, I haven’t even fucked you.”

He notices the greediness in your eyes, the way you’ve only been concerned on getting yourself off and not him. And he’s not even mad at you for it, finding it rather enticing the desperation you have. Actually, it’s turning him on so fucking much.

“Look at this.”

His voice is authoritative, and when you don’t look exactly where he wants you to, he roughly grabs your hand to palm him through his boxers, “I’m leaking right now and I haven’t even taken my cock out.”

The wetness permeates to your fingertips and you quiver, a sudden sensation taking over. Like you want him inside of you right now.

“I’m gonna pound you until you’re shaking from me,” He wraps his arms underneath you to hoist you up, twisting you around till you’re on all 4’s, “So no orgasming. At least until I say so.”

You go to speak when a hand pushes your head down into a pillow, automatically arching your back with your ass poking out. Your underwear spreads across your cheeks which causes Wooyoung to sigh happily, “I could look at your sexy ass forever.”

“Wooyoung-ah,” You heave, already waiting too long for him, “Hurry up.”

Your voice again was never rude, but it did come off as whiny. He goes to make your wish come true but before that, he lands a harsh smack against your plush skin.

“Fuck, it even jiggles. Y/N-ah, you’re gonna make me cum on myself.” His words make your eyes flutter, swearing that if he kept talking you’d be done for, again.

“Need you in me…..please.” Your last attempt at pleading does the trick for you, with him bringing your underwear down to your knees. He positions himself behind you as he goes to pull down his boxer shorts.

“No more stalling starting right now.” A stroke of dick sends tingles down his spin, then, of course, he toys with your entrance.

Sliding just barely his damp head into you before swiftly pulling it out, rubbing his full length on your pussy lips. He taunts you in a manner that you couldn’t even verbally protest cause it still felt so good.

“I….” Your voice trails off from his continued teasing but that does stop him from being curious.

“Mmm, what’s that?” There’s no edge to his tone this time. If anything, he presents himself softer and more genuine.

You choke on your breath, “I’ve never wanted someone so bad before.” Wooyoung hears the possessiveness in your voice and just like that, his facade comes crumbling down, reaching his breaking point.

If only you’d understand how true those words are for himself.

“Okay,” he pause himself to readjust, “I’m actually gonna fuck you into the sheets now.”

Before he does, his reaches a hand to grab your hair, twisting it to pull you back, “Just let me know when to stop.”

You nod as your consent, which then Wooyoung throws your head back down and brings your waist further up.

He gives no warning when he thrusts himself fully deep into your core, the motion causing your head to almost drive into the headboard.

“Oh my….you’re so damn tight.” His own eyes practically roll back at the feeling of your walls around him, and he almost doesn’t wanna move.

But then you wiggle your hips in need of some friction, and soon he begins to pound into you, just like he said he would.

It starts off slow, him letting the action run through you as your slickness spreads across his cock. You even have the strength to rock with him though you weren’t sure how much longer that would last.

He’s holding onto your waist for support, but then switches one of them to the headboard above, sort of mimicking your earlier position.

His head becomes dizzy with your soft, tiny groans and the slapping sound of his skin against yours as a background.

“S-Shit, think you’re gonna make me…..” Wooyoung becomes too enveloped in the sensation, the intensity from you both, to even finish the sentence.

He gets faster while you grow more limp. Your own pleasure starts to consume you and soon you don’t have the willpower to move. He looks down briefly to your ass, taking the hand from your waist to slap your cheeks.

“Ah!” You gulp in for air, “shit….”

“Oh you like that?” Another one lands on you, though this had some sting behind it. But you love it, “Told you, you needa spankin.”

He doesn’t stop there. Grasping at your tits in front, he forcefully tugs your tank top downwards till they fall out, “Need both.”

Then, he unleashes a smack onto your breasts, this round making you cry aloud, “Wooyoung!”

“You’re so cute, Y/N-ah.” He roughly grabs your mounds of flesh and shakes them, “I love your body so damn much, could fuck you all the time.”

He goes back to fucking you, but your mind wanders. You want to ask if he truly means that, but when a particularly hard thrusts sends you soaring out of your stars, you’re quick to forget.

There’s a build up approaching and your cunt feels extra sensitive from the previous activities. You’ve surprised yourself by lasting this long, but you know your end is near.

“Woo, can I-” The words get caught in your throat and instead you croak them out.

He knows exactly what you want though, and how to give it to you. He folds himself over to completely engulf you, him wrapping both arms around your stomach. He’s still pumping in and out yet his pace has increased significantly, “Yeah, yeah you can cum now. You’ve been such a good girl.”

With his permission you let go, allowing yourself to succumb to the intoxicating heat spreading all around. Wooyoung’s breathing is present behind you as he struggles to find his own regular pattern.

He’s whining, though quietly, into your shoulder, muttering small praises, “Fuck, you’re so good. So damn good. You’ll never let anyone else have you, right?”

He drives his hips continuously as you utter incoherent nonsense, “Promise me no one else will ever you see you like this. Can you do that for me?”

You can hardly muster a reply but after a few more gasps it come out, “I promise.”

Your eyes begin to flutter while Wooyoung peppers small kisses down your spin, “You’re mine now.”

And just like that, your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, just a massive explosion causing you to shake. The feeling of your walls contracting around his cock causes Wooyoung to finish too, the two of you cumming in sync. He continues to fuck your through your orgasm, and you whimper loudly.

You’ve never had one hit you so intense before, and even Wooyoung’s load is more than usual as he fills you up, your cunt milking his dick in pulses.

You try to draw out your pleasure for as long as possible, taking a mental note of the whole night until slowly you come down from your high.

Wooyoung finishes as well, his hips growing slow until he finally stops. Instead of removing himself immediately however, he takes in the feeling of him still buried in you, loving how warm you feel. You both breathe heavy and you feel him clench his arms around you.

After regaining your composure, you flop down onto his bed, Wooyoung following close behind you. He lands on top of you and sighs, “You’re probably the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

You giggle lightly, “Is that so?”

“Oh yeah,” He plants another kiss this time on your inner neck, “And I’m definitely your last.”

At that, you crane your neck to him, leisurely turning over as he scoots back slightly, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

His hair is now slightly wet from sweat, showing just how much effort he put in, “Cause, you’re never getting cock from anyone else again. If you want it, you have me.”

The smile that spreads afterwards is shit-eating and mischievous. You’re amused by this but don’t oppose it, and Wooyoung senses your acceptance at his declaration.

He drops down to your lips, kissing you in such a passion that felt had a little more to it than he’s willing to show and maybe you don’t want him to. At least, not right now.

Just as you start to get into it, he breaks away, “Wait, I remembered something.”

“What is it?” Your cock your head to the side a bit in confusion, an act that briefly makes him put his guard down. But he quickly regains it, and scoots down towards the end of the bed.

He takes ahold of your back thighs and pushes them towards you, your legs reactively parting slightly. He then moves your knees apart and creates an open view for himself to your pussy.

He audibly groans, “Oh fuck, I need to burn this image in my head.”

His cum leaking out of you combined with your puffy cunt almost makes him hard again. He continues praising you and gloats about how fuckable your cunt is.

Your face burns as you can’t help but cower from the attention, but apart of you knows you’ll be getting more of this in the future. Better start getting used to it now.

- Bonus -

When you wake up again, it’s to your phone violently ringing off in the distance. You feel a heavy arm slung over you and it takes you a minute to realize Wooyoung is nestling between your neck with a leg on top of yours, out like a light.

Still groggy, you sit up, some surprise coursing through you as you notice your lack of clothing. But that didn’t matter as of right now. All you want is to find this phone and shut it the hell up.

You aimlessly search through the comforter, then bending over to reach the ground when you see a light being covered by your jeans pocket.

Now you have to get up and actually go retrieve the device, something you do then your back onto the bed.

The photo ID is of you and your roommate 2 years ago when you guys first met in high school. A memory you’d rather forget from when she took you fishing for the first time with her family. Your eyes also dart up to the time which reads 2:43 AM.

Oh gosh.

You press the answer button, “Hello-”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! I’ve been texting and calling you for the past 2 hours and I was getting worried!”

You wince at her shouting, holding the phone a way from your ear slightly, “Sorry, sorry. The storm got really bad so Wooyoung offered to let me sleep here. I should’ve told you that-”

“Damn straight you should’ve! Had me thinking the fucker kidnapped you or something, you’re so reckless.”

Your eyebrows furrow, minor irritation pricking at you for her earlier stunt, “Okay, I get where you’re coming from, but you’re the one who knew it was gonna rain. Why would you let me wear grey-!”

“Oh come on, you are not bringing that up right no-”

Your phone gets plucked out of your grasp and soon you hear the end-call noise. You look over at Wooyoung who’s resting up on his forearms, your phone in a hand with your call gone from the screen.

“She’s really loud, woke me up from our nap time.” He mutters then goes searching through your phone before he appears to type out something.

“Wooyoung!” Your shock subsides as the realization of what he’d just done dawns on you, “You can’t hang up on her, she’s my roommate.”

He just shrugs his shoulders, your scolding rolling off of him, “I just did though, plus shouldn’t she be asleep right now? It’s too late for you girls to be up.”

You scowl at him when he glances up at you, shooting you a tiny smile. Then he hands out your phone and you take it skeptically, “What’d you do?”

“Relax, I just told your roommate you’d talk to her in the morning. She needs to take a chill pill, texting you 47 times, holy shit.”

You graze through the messages and see all of the texts she’d sent asking about your whereabouts and then you see the one Wooyoung sent merely seconds ago.

“Hey, come back to bed, you need sleep.” He attempts to pull you back to him and you allow him to, falling down into his chest.

And that’s how you spend the rest of the night, safe in Wooyoung’s arms.

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Promises…

You slowly stretch under the covers letting out a satisfied moan…

You turn and see Yoongi sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at you adoringly, smiling as he watches you stretch and trying his best to control himself after hearing you moan.

“Good morning lover…” He says planting a kiss firmly on your lips

“Mmmmmm” you moan as you stretch out again

“Please stop doing that”

“Eh? Doing what?” You say while stroking your fingers slowly up and down his back.

“Doing what…?” he laughs leaning in to you. “As if you don’t know, you sound so fucking sexy when you moan, I’ve been sat here at the edge of the bed for the past 10 minutes listening to you and trying to contain my erection”. You laugh “You should have woke me”

“I couldn’t because I’d be even later than I already am and when I want you, I’m not rushing my time with you” he smirks.

You clench your thighs together, his voice, his words, he could be reading out an instruction booklet for a toaster and you’d still be turned on.

“You need to get going then, you can’t be late because of me… the boys will be mad if you keep them waiting” you gently nudge him.

“Ok but when I get back tonight”… he smooches on your lips hard “I’ll help you make those noises again but not because you’re tired”

“Is that a promise?”

“Yes it most definitely is” he kisses you on the cheek, then the other, your nose, your forehead then lastly he sucks hard on your bottom lip making you moan.

“Aaaagggh! Ok, I’m going!” he jumps up grabs his keys and bag turns to look back at you, biting his lip. He runs back to you and kisses you quickly.

“Aaagggh” he stamps his foot then darts out the door.

“Mmmmmmmmm Bye My Love!” You tease as the door closes behind him.

You turn over to Yoongi’s side of the bed, you still have half an hour before you need to start getting ready for work.

You hear the door unlock “What did you forget now!?” You call out, turning back over to see Yoongi hopping on one foot struggling to take his other shoe off, he runs towards you and jumps on the bed, you squeal with excitement.

“5 more minutes” he smirks while you wrap your legs around his waist and he starts kissing you slowly and passionately.

“Yoongi…” you whisper as he kisses down your neck “Mmmh” he responds

“You’ll get in trouble with the boys”

“Ssshhhh don’t you worry… I still have 1:38 minutes left” You haven’t made out like this in a while, kissing each other sloppily as your tongues brush against each other’s, your hands all over each other. You let out a little moan instantly apologising as it escapes. “Sorry, sorry. Ok now you have to go” you say lightly pushing him from you.

“Ok, ok!” He laughs, grabbing one more kiss

He opens the door pouting while he backs away.

“Love you” you both say in unison.

After a busy day at work you get home, it’s late and Yoongi still isn’t home.

As you change into your comfy clothes you get a text from him “My love I’m going to be late, I’m sorry but if I get this finished tonight we can have the weekend together. Please have something to eat, don’t wait up. Love you xx”

You let out a moan of frustration… it’s not unusual for Yoongi to be late getting home but you were looking forward to him keeping his promise, still at least you’ll have time together over the weekend.

You wake early the following morning. Looking over you see Yoongi sleeping peacefully next to you, he has one hand cupping your boob, one leg wrapped round you and the cutest little sleepy pout on his face. You didn’t hear him come home but you know he will be tired, you do your best to not disturb him so you slide out of his grip as he stirs and lets out a little moan. Now you understand why he sat on the bed listening to you make the same noises the morning before. He sounds so fucking hot.

You lean in and softly kiss his pout then turn to leave, his arm reaches out grabbing you round the waist, moaning “Good morning” he pulls you in close to him. You back yourself into him and he wraps himself around you.

“Aren’t you tired” you ask

“Yes but I need this more” he squeezes you in a little tighter

“Are you ok? Did work go ok?”

“Yes and no, work is good but busy… I’m feeling a little overwhelmed to be honest” he says quietly.

You turn yourself around to face him and comb your fingers through his hair, you kiss his cheek. “You’ve got a lot on, I need you to look after yourself please, is there anything I can do to help?” He pulls you in tighter and nuzzles his head into your neck kissing it softly.

“This helps” he says wrapping his leg over you.

You hold him tightly and continue to stroke your fingers through his hair while he dozes back off to sleep, moaning slightly as he drifts off, you bite your lip thinking about his promise.

You wake a couple of hours or so later to find him in the kitchen making coffee, a big smile spreads across his face as you walk towards him.

“Good afternoon lover” he shouts. You grab a hold of his face and kiss him hard, he leans in for more and you happily oblige. You can’t help but put your hands straight in his hair and pull him into you kissing each other slowly and passionately. He has his hand cradling your neck and the other on your arse, pulling you in to close what little gap there was between you.

Your kisses get more desperate as he sucks gently on your bottom lip (he knows what this does to you) and you can’t help but moan out.

“There you go again Y/N, I don’t think you know what it does to me”

“Trust me after this morning, I do” you laugh as you lean in to continue the kiss.

“I have a promise to keep…” he whispers

“I was worried you’d forgot”

“Never, I always keep my promise” he whispers pulling your underwear down, caressing your arse and kissing you harder. You continue to moan when you feel his crotch rub against you and he slides his hands underneath your t shirt, slowly massaging your breasts.

He lifts you and places you up on the counter top, you ease back while he kisses your breast then slowly moving his hand down to your pussy, he gently slides two fingers into you and you thrust against them. You take in a breath and almost forget to let it out, “You feel so good” you moan as he picks up the pace. You watch him bite his lip as you hold his wrist and start to thrust against him harder.

“Fuck Y/N” he moans

“Please Yoongi… I need more”

He doesn’t hesitate… he swaps his fingers for his perfectly erect cock, sliding into you gently while taking a few seconds so he can feel himself inside you. He sucks a breath in through his teeth as he starts to fuck you slowly but the more noise you make the harder he goes.

“Yoongi… I… I can’t take it. You feel so fucking good, yes right there… Oh god… please right there… mmmmm yes, yes!” His hands grip your arse tighter as he rams his hips against you. You feel so good when you tighten around him and he feels you arch yourself into him, you cry out again and he can barely contain himself. You both frantically fuck each other “Yoongi!” you cry out as you cum, he tips his head back as he follows you. You both slowly rock into each other and ride out the high of your orgasm together.

He has his head resting on your chest as he catches his breath. “Fuck Y/N… that was so fucking good” he sighs

“I’m so glad you always keep your promises” you laugh as you comb his hair back from his sweaty brow and run your fingers through his hair.

“Can I make another promise to you in advance… for tonight, tomorrow morning and the day after please?”

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Harassment…

It was a rare day off for Yoongi, so you made the most of it and filled it with his favourite things.

Lying on the sofa, flicking between Netflix and basketball, only moving for food/refreshments, toilet breaks and kisses.

You sat either end of the sofa with your legs resting on each other’s.

If he thought you weren’t paying enough attention he would prod your butt cheek with his toe.

You take out your chap stick and run it over your lips. Yoongi notices and asks “My lips are a little dry can I try some of that too!?”

“Yeah, here you go” you hold your arm outstretched to him.

He leans into you, he continues getting closer till he is eventually on all fours on top of you. Leaning in he smooshes his lips against yours, rubbing the chap stick you’d just applied on his lips while laughing.

“Hey!” You whine

You reapply it. He quickly smooshes his lips on yours again. “Sir… this is harassment” you joke

He leans in again… “Wait!” You say putting your finger to his lips.

You reapply the chap stick to his lips “Ok, now you’re ready” you smile as he rubs his lips together.

“Thank you” he sits back down with a smirk

“Hey!… you’re such a tease! Where’s my kiss?”

“I thought it was harassment?” He raises an eyebrow

“Well I want you to harass me!” You whine

“Come here then…”

“You’re not playing fair Yoongi!”

He grabs a hold of your ankles and pulls you in to him, giggling you move in closer and straddle his lap.

“Harass me… please” he asks, his hands slowly move under your t shirt stroking either side of your waist.

You stroke his hair back with your fingers then hold his head in your hands as you kiss him slowly and passionately.

He leans further back on the sofa moaning into your kiss, tipping you forward onto him, his hands firmly on your hips then he slides them to your arse.

You slowly rock into him, kissing from his cheek to the nape of his neck and then seductively suck on his ear.

“Yoongi” you whisper

“Mmmm my love”

“Do you really want to be harassed on your day off, when you could be relaxing?” You ask continuing to kiss him slowly.

“I have never been happier to be harassed” he laughs as he puts his hand in the back of your hair and pulls you to him, kissing you sloppily.

“Can I harass your top off?” He smiles

You whip it off without hesitation. He smiles as he cups your boobs. He gently massages them alternating between licking and sucking at your nipples, nipping them a little. You let out a moan as you grab his hands and start to thrust slow and hard onto him.

He grabs hold of you laying you back on the sofa pulling your trousers and underwear off, he whips his t-shirt off while you pull at his trousers exposing his peach like arse, he’s already perfectly erect and ready to go.

He leans in and kisses you hard as you run your fingers up and down his back eventually resting on his arse, you dig your nails in and say “Harass me really fucking good and hard Yoongi”

He doesn’t wait… he slides himself into you, you both take a little time to savour the feel of each other before his hips harass the life out of you.

“Fuuck, that feels so good” he moans as you tighten around him, he pounds into you harder.

Then he slowly pulls himself out of you

“Yoongi, please…”

“Shhh I want you on all fours… please”

You happily assume the position under his watchful gaze.

He pulls your arse to him, sliding his fingers into you moving them in and out as you push against them, he rubs delicate circles round your clit making you moan his name. He slowly stops… leaning in and kissing the back of your neck.

“How badly do you want me to harass you?” He whispers.

“So fucking bad, please don’t tease”

He pulls you into him and starts pounding like fuck, taking your breath away as his thrusts get deeper. It’s not long before you’re both a hot sweaty mess, you climax almost screaming his name while he growled through gritted teeth as he came. You end up wrapped in each other, out of breath on the sofa.

You pull your t shirt on as he strokes his fingers down your back.

Finding your chapstick under his arm, you brush it over your lips. He quickly leans up and smooshes his lips against yours. Plucking the tube out of your hand. “Hey!” You shout.

“Pucker up sweet cheeks” he says waiting to apply the chap stick on you

You pucker your lips, he laughs as he swipes it across your cheek instead.

“Yoongi ah! Stob it!” You laugh as he smooshes his lips across your cheek.

“I’m sorry, here come closer” he pulls you in closer

You pucker your lips again, he dabs it on your nose!

“Oh you dick!” he laughs then smooshes your nose!

“Excuse me sir!… This is most definitely harassment”

“No it’s not but this is” He grabs your thighs pulling you down to him as he lifts up your t shirt and strokes the chap stick across your boobs. Sticking his head under your t shirt he seductively and sloppily slides his lips and tongue over your nipple while he tweaks the other.

You run your fingers through his hair sighing “I really do love your days off Yoongi”

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Busy…

“Ok I get it… you’re busy!”

“There’s no need to be such a dick about it” you whisper under your breath as you turn and leave his office.

You head to the kitchen, blast your Beastie Boys playlist and carry on baking as you shimmy round the kitchen.

Yoongi stomps into the kitchen ready to continue the argument and complain about the music but as soon as he sees you carefree and dancing, he leans against the door frame and watches you with a huge smile on his face. You’re oblivious to him as you shake your butt dancing while whisking your eggs.

You forget yourself and start recounting the brief argument you had with Yoongi “I have deadlines… I’m busy… you don’t understand” you say mocking his voice. “I only wanted to make sure he had something to eat and drink, but nooo! I’ll walk in one day and he’ll be collapsed over his desk. The dickhead!” You mumble to yourself.

“Hey! Dickhead!” He yells

You spin round nearly shitting yourself…

“Who are you calling dickhead?” You shout

“I should ask you the same question?!” He laughs

He moves closer “One day you’ll find me collapsed over my desk eh?!”

You start moving back… as he keeps walking closer to you.

“I’m a dickhead eh!” He steps forward…

“You only wanted to make sure I’d ate and drank huh?” He steps closer again, you’re backed up against the sink.

He reaches out hooking his finger on the loop of your jeans, yanking you to him. One hand firmly on your waist and the other tucking your hair back behind your ear.

“I’m sorry I was mean, I never want to take my stresses out on you but I fucked up” he leans in and kisses you softly.

“Im sorry too” you say “I’m just being sensitive but I do need you to eat something… and you are a dickhead” You kiss him quickly and run over to the fridge laughing.

“Come here” He walks towards you.. “Aaah stop right there! Don’t come any closer… you’re a busy man!” You grab a plate of food from the fridge and put it in his hand “Eat this please”.

You turn him round, slap his butt and point him in the direction of his studio. He laughs and follows his orders. You hear his door click shut.

“Ooh he’s so fucking cute” you squeal.

You’ve busied yourself the best part of the day, desperately wanting to disturb him and see his face. It’s been too long without speaking to him. “Fuck it” you tell yourself.

You knock on the door opening it a little “Yoongi?… I just want to check in…”

He’s flat out on his desk… “Yoongi?… are you sleeping?” you walk closer “Are you taking the piss?” You shove him but he doesn’t flinch.

You panic a little and shake him calling his name. No response “Yoongi please!” You see a slight smirk form at the side of his mouth. “What a shit” you think to yourself… two can play this game.

You walk away towards the door “Oh what a shame… at least now I’ll be able to find a new cooler boyfriend… I wonder if Namjoon is still single?” You say as you open the door slightly.

You hear a clatter and a scramble behind you as he rushes to the door pushing it closed “Yah!… That’s not fair!” He moans.

“Oh look… what a relief… he has risen!” You raise your hands and smile.

“Ooooh you…” he says through gritted teeth grabbing your cheeks, he squashes them making your lips pout as he kisses them hard, pushing you up against the door.

“I’ve been fake collapsed at my desk waiting for you for the past half an hour” he laughs, stamping his foot a little. “You dick!.. I’ve been pacing round the house waiting for you to finish your work!”

He leans in kissing you softly, paying extra attention to your bottom lip sucking it gently, you lean into him kissing him back harder. Your hand resting on his chest you ask “Are you still busy?”

“Erm Yeah” You frown at his reply.

“Busy working out how quickly I can get you on the couch and my pants off… I want you… so bad”

“Well let me help speed it up…” you say while you unbutton his jeans.

“Let’s get busy” you whisper.

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Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Drama…

You’re sitting cosy on the sofa after a busy day at work, happily winding down getting your k drama fix.

You hear keys rattle as the door to your apartment opens and your boyfriend sighs heavily as he drops his bag and heads over to you on the sofa.

Standing behind you he whispers “Hello Lover” he leans over you searching for your lips. You tip your head back and pucker up “Hello my Love” you say as he plants a sloppy kiss, his lips covering yours.

“Mmmm I’ve missed you, come love me please” you pat the sofa next to you. He climbs over it from behind instead of walking around. Clambering on top of you and straddling your lap.

You laugh “I think there’s been a mix up, shouldn’t this be the other way round!”

“Nope, I have you where I want you” he tucks your hands under his knees, putting his hands either side of your face he kisses you softly. You try to move your hands but he won’t let you, he just kisses you harder.

“Let me touch you please?”

“Nope” he continues to kiss you.

“Aww stop it…” you whine.

He leans back, slowly stops kissing you as you lean into him to chase his lips.

“What are you watching?”

“A very frustrating KDrama” you pout

“Why’s it frustrating?”

“Well on this one there’s been 13 episodes of pure sexual tension, then when they’re eventually left alone together” you try wriggling your hands free “all he does is kiss her on the fucking forehead” He laughs at your frustration.

“Will you stop teasing and just let me touch you?” You complain

“I’m sorry” he laughs leaning in he plants a kiss on your forehead then heads into the kitchen.

“Are you kidding me!” you flop back on the sofa watching him smile at you from the kitchen. You stick your face in the sofa and let out a frustrated moan.

After a little while he comes back from the kitchen with some food for you both and sits down next to you. “Why do you watch them if they frustrate you so much?”

“I guess I’m just a sucker for a happy ending… well that and some of the kisses are worth the wait” you smile.

“What do mean?”

“Well theres Kim Soo-hyun he looks like a really good kisser… he doesn’t just press his lips to the female lead, he makes it look so passionate, it gave me butterflies”

You turn to look at Yoongi his mouth is open and his noodle laden chopsticks are hovering in front of him.

“What? What’s wrong?” You smile

“Sounds like you’ve been paying a lot of attention to Kim Soo-hyun scenes huh?!”

“Well yeah not just him though Park Hyung-sik looks like he’s a really good kisser too!” You run your fingers against your lips as Yoongi drops his chop sticks in his bowl in disgust.

“Yah!”

You’re startled then laugh nervously at his facial expression.

“This is what you’ve been doing? Perving on these guys when I’m not here!?, I thought you said the plot was good?”

You laugh “the plot is really good for this one but to be fair if there wasn’t a plot I’d still watch it with him in it!”

He turns to face you, a streak of jealousy in his eyes.

“Ok put one of these kisses on then? Let me see what all the fuss is about!”

“I’m just messing with you, you know how much I love kissing and I hate it when there isn’t a good kiss scene especially when there’s been such a big build up to it”

“No… lm not having it. Put it on, I need to see my competition”

“I can assure you there is No competition, I only have to think about kissing you and I’m turned on. Your kisses are the only ones I want”

He folds his arms in a huff…

“Ok, here watch this clip. I’m sure you’ll appreciate it too the female lead is stunning.” You hand him your phone

“Don’t care” he huffs

You play one of your many favourite scenes from Its Ok To Not Be Ok Ep 11.

You turn to watch Yoongi for his reaction. He’s watching it with the same concentration he has when reviewing one of his performances.

A whole 2:50 minutes pass by, you smile as he locks eyes with you and within a split second he pounces on you.

He kisses you hard, pushing you down into the sofa as he lays on top of you, pressing himself against you. He has one hand running up your thigh as his kisses get more intense.

You’re so turned on, you don’t know where to touch him first but you want him, all of him. You kiss him hard one hands under his t shirt and the other in his long hair, you pull him closer into you.

He can’t get enough of you, he kisses you deeper, your tongues gently brushing against each other’s. He sucks hard on your bottom lip, you whisper “Yoongi”

Then you both come up for air…

“Shit I needed that” he whispers

“See!” You shout “see what I mean?” That’s what these K Dramas do to you!” You laugh.

“I think I need to start paying more attention to the programmes you’re watching”

He leans in, you move your lips towards him craving another of his kisses, he gently caresses your cheek then kisses your forehead.

“Wait, what the?! Oh my god!… you are the worst tease!” You let out another frustrated moan.

“Never kiss me on my forehead again… unless you’re going to fuck me straight after”

“Ok”… he laughs as he takes the dishes back into the kitchen. He then turns and heads back to you, leaning in again he takes a hold of your face in his hands and softly kisses your forehead…

You let out a sigh and just as you’re about to complain, he holds his hand out to you and says “Come on then” biting his lip as he leads you to the bedroom.

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Insta…

Lounging on the sofa you scroll though your app’s while you wait for your boyfriend to finish work. Non of them particularly interesting until you scroll on to insta and your page of recommended posts pops up. It basically consists of post about BTS, Yoongi and the occasional recipe clips.

You jump as you hear a voice over your shoulder. “Why are you looking at pictures of me when I’m right here?”

“Hey, I didn’t hear you come in.” You turn to search for his kiss… he leans over and puckers his lips waiting for yours. You kiss him softly and gently lick his lip teasing him a little. “Mmmh… Hello” He whispers into your lips.

“Hello my love, have you had a good day?”

“Yeah but I’ll ask again… why are you looking at posts when I’m right here?”

“You’re here now yes but… I don’t know I just like looking at you. I like to see the slow mo videos Army loads, especially your Silver Spoon routine” you smile. “I save them for when I’m missing you”

“Let me see?” He asks

“Wait I have them in a saved folder”

“A folder! How many are there?”

“I don’t know, I just bookmark them as soon as see the ones I love”

“Why?”

“Well… if I’m feeling a little lonely or thirsty” you laugh nervously “They’re good “reading” material for me!”

“Whaaaat!” His mouth agape

“Don’t tell me you haven’t saved posts that turned you on… ever?”

“I have… they’re all of you!” He laughs

“Awww” You smile kissing his cheek as you hand him your phone.

He’s smiling as he scrolls through your saved posts.“There’s so many!” He laughs “Why this one?”

“Why have I saved you thrusting in slo motion?… Hmm let me think” you say sarcastically

“Oh Shit! Why this one?” He asks a laughing.

“It makes me laugh hard, your face is covered in red lipstick!” You explain.

“And this one?…”

“Oh you have to turn the sound on for that one. It’s you speaking in English, your voice is so deep and your wearing all black aaaaand your hair is ginger… Mmmmm Tick, Tick, Tick” You laugh ticking your imaginary checklist.

“Oh my god you’re a pervert!”

“Just for you my love”

His facial expression quickly changes and he hands your phone back to you turning away.

“I guess I wasn’t supposed to see that one”

“Eh? What one?”

You pick your phone back up and check. It’s a close up video of JK on stage. Yoongi gets up from the sofa and heads to the kitchen

“Wait!”

“No I shouldn’t have asked”

“No it’s not like that” you laugh

“It’s not like what? It’s not like you’ve got a video of a handsome muscular man saved on your phone to, as you say “read later”.

“Woah there! If you let me explain”

“There’s nothing to explain it’s fine I get it, it just took me by surprise”

You move closer “Yoongi please…” He ignores you and moves to random parts of the kitchen to avoid eye contact with you.

“I’m going to take a nap”

“But…”

“No, please just let me be”

You know not to push it, he’s clearly upset but it’s going to be embarrassing for you both when you get the chance to explain why you saved the video.

You pace around the living room resisting the urge to go in the room and speak to him but you decide to text him instead…

“Can you please watch the clip till the end? Then you’ll see why I’ve saved it.” You forward the clip on to him.

The clip is JK rehearsing but in the background Yoongi is wiggling his butt with such enthusiasm combined with his gummy smile, it makes you smile so hard when you watch it and cheers you up if you’re feeling down.

“Please don’t be mad/upset, you and your arse are the only clips I need or save to “read later” when I don’t have you next to me. So can you please finish your nap and actually BE next to me!”

Total silence from his room, then you hear the sound of the clip playing followed by silence again.

This is torture… you let out a frustrated moan and flop down on the sofa.

Then you hear a fumbling sound coming from his room. Now you’re getting pissed off. Just as you’re planning to head into his room you hear the door click open and a very red flushed faced Yoongi appears.

“I’m sorry...” he says scratching his head.

You walk over to him and kiss him hard, he pulls you closer to him. “Don’t be sorry, just let me explain next time, I’ll delete the clip though”

“I didn’t think I was the jealous type”

“Your face is still flushed, you don’t have to be embarrassed” you assure him.

“No, it’s not from that” he says laughing

“I erm… made you a new video, kind of an apology. I nearly fell off the bed”

Your phone pings and you load the message.

It’s a shaky video of Yoongi standing on his bed and frantically shaking his arse in the direction of the camera. You burst out laughing almost tearing up a little. “You’re such a dork”

He grabs hold of your face and kisses you passionately, his hands running through your hair. “But I’m your dork”

You kiss him harder slapping your hands on his arse cheeks. He wriggles his butt in your hands as he pushes you to the bedroom… to wriggle it a little more for you just minus your clothes.

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Doors Closing…

“What?! I don’t understand. I’m just supposed to stop, stop seeing you, stop loving you, stop texting, calling, just stop having any feelings for you…”.

Your voice breaks as you swallow hard. “I just have to forget about you, hate you… is that what you want?”

“No please… please don’t hate me?” He pleads.

“Then what the fuck am I supposed to do… where has this come from?!”

Total silence… why does he look so sad if he’s so sure that we need to break up?

“I love you. But you’re pushing me away!” You cry out. “What have I done? am I so hard to love is that it?!”

“God no!…” he moves towards you his arms reaching for you, then he clasps his hands together. It’s like he’s stopping himself from moving closer.

He stutters “I… I’ve… I’ve never been happier… but you…”

“But me what? Why do you want to break up, I’ve been here a week, what have I done that was so wrong…?!”

He opens his mouth but no words come out.

“For fuck sake!, oh fuck you! Fuck off and leave me then, I don’t want to hear your bullshit! I honestly can’t take this! Just go!”

“Fuuuck!” He shouts as he leaves, slamming the door behind him.

You put your head in your hands in total disbelief but anger quickly creeps in… “Fuck him!” You grab your bag and jacket and storm out the office to the elevators, you practically punch the call button until the elevator dings, the doors open and you head in.

Angrily wiping tears from your face you look up and see Yoongi running down the corridor towards you wiping tears from his eyes. You hit the door close button hard as he’s just feet away.

He shouts out “Wait!” As the doors close.

“Fuck Him” you say to yourself. You can barely catch your breath. You run through reception and out onto the street. Looking around, you have no clue where to go, you’re staying with Yoongi at his place, you have no where else to go.

You see a bus pull up at a nearby stop, you run to it and get on. You just need to get away from the HQ and Yoongi as quickly as possible.

Taking your seat you wipe your tears, take a deep breath and check your phone. You have 20 missed calls, multiple text messages and voicemails. You switch it off.

After about 20 mins you spot a little cafe opposite a play park coming up so you get off at the next stop.

You head in to the cafe, the waitress guides you over to a seat by the window. She takes your order, then gently pats your shoulder as she hands you a packet of tissues. You smile and thank her, her kindness sets you off crying again.

You take out your phone to check your makeup in the screen, you look a mess… No!… you look like the love of your life has just broken up with you, completely out of the blue.

You try to rack your brain to figure out what you could have done to push him away, were you too clingy, too needy?… you literally had no clue.

You switch your phone back on and it buzzes like mad. You leave it a little while as the waitress hands you your tea and water. She gives you a steamed bun, you didn’t order it but she’s not taking no for an answer. Your stomach grumbles and you thank her again, doing your best not to cry at her kindness.

You scroll through your messages all but one of them is from Yoongi. You don’t want to read his yet but there’s one from Hobi.

“Hi Y/N, it’s none of my business what has happened but please let me know where you are, are you safe? Yoongi is frantic, I’ve not seen him like this before. He’s panicking, he’s ready to call the police. You don’t have to speak but please just let me know you’re ok xx”

You text him to say “I’m ok xx”

He replies straight away “Where are you? I can come pick you up, you can come stay with me”

“Thank you, I just need a little space/time. I’ll text you in a little while, thank you x”

He replies “Ok. Love You x”

You let out a little sigh… take a sip of your tea and sit back watching the people pass by and the kids playing in the park across the road.

You can’t understand why Yoongi has acted the way he has, every time he spoke it was like he didn’t want the words to come out but each time they did they’d cut deeper. You were in the building to meet him for lunch… how did it turn so bad so quick… and why was he crying if he’s wanting to break up so badly?

A couple of teas and another steamed bun later, you feel calm enough to text Hobi. You can stay at his and try to exchange your ticket back home. You burst into tears again… “some fucking vacation this has turned out to be!”

You text Hobi “are you ok to pick me up still?”

“Yes, yes of course. Just let me know where you are?”

You haven’t got a clue!… you open google maps and work it out from there. You send him a screen shot of the cafe.

“Please don’t rush, drive safe” you text back.

You thank the waitress for her kindness being sure to leave a generous tip and you head out across the road to the park and wait for Hobi.

You sit on the swings, in a world of your own. You don’t want to have to go back home to the UK but you don’t want to be a burden and you can’t afford a hotel for the next 5 weeks! You’re screwed.

A little time passes as you sit on the swing and try to distract yourself listening to music. You see a car speed round the bend and pull up to the cafe scattering the gravel everywhere.

“What a dick” you think to yourself.

You hear the door slam and see Yoongi franticly run round the side to the cafe entrance, talking to the waitress, she points to you across the road. They both look over at your direction.

“Fuuuck!” You call out

He’s the last fucking person you want to see and “Hobi! That little Shit.” You panic standing up from the swing fumbling for your bag.

He runs across the lanes, a car blares it’s horn at him. He’s focused only on you…

“Is he crying?” You ask yourself

“No stop!… don’t come any closer!” Damn it, you start to cry again.

“Please… Y/N!” His hands clasped together as he walks towards you “Please” he says almost begging.

“I’m sorry” he cries, “I’m so sorry”

He continues to get closer as you back away, eventually falling back into the seat of the swing.

“Please let me try to explain!” He quickly wipes a tear from his cheek.

“I thought it was the right thing to do, I was worried about you and couldn’t bare to see you dragged into this lifestyle, the trolling, watching you second guess yourself because of comments or false scandals about me. We don’t see each other as much as a regular couple does. I feel like I’m stopping you from being truly happy but selfishly I can’t bare to be without you.

I spoke to some of the management and they said that it was unfair to you, for me to expect you to always be waiting for me. I thought breaking up would be the right thing, all I want is your happiness. I want you to be happy 365 days of the year”

You stand up again “Firstly, no person can be truly happy 365 days of the year. Secondly, Why did you ask for advice from management when they don’t know what we have together? Talk to me!… ask me!

I could probably handle it if you naturally fell out of love with me but this isn’t right Yoongi… I know what I signed up for from our very first date. I have never been happier in my entire life… even when we aren’t together I would rather miss you from miles away than not have you in my life. You don’t make my decisions for me!”

He’s devastated he’s hurt you, he hates himself for doing this but all he wants to do is protect you from the life he has chosen.

“Please tell me that I haven’t completely ruined everything?” He holds out his hand to pull you to him.

You hesitate “Don’t ever do this to me again.” You say angrily wiping your tears.

“I, I won’t… I’m sorry, I thought I was protecting you… but I need you, I fucking adore you.”

He takes hold of your hands and pulls you to him, he lightly kisses your lips… unsure if you’ll kiss him back or slap him. “I love you Y/N” he kisses you harder “Please say you love me back?”.

He runs his hands through your hair, he kisses you passionately and deeper. “I can’t believe I thought that I was doing the right thing”

“You’re an idiot…” you kiss him desperately, standing on your tip toes as he holds you tightly round your waist, holding you to him so you can’t leave him again.

He breaks the kiss by gently kissing your neck and cuddling you into him with his fingers running through the back of your hair. He takes you by your hand and walks you over to his car, the little lady from the cafe excitedly gives you the thumbs up through the window as Yoongi holds the car door open for you and you get in.

You sit and close your eyes, taking a deep breath as you rest your head back against the seat. You’re totally overwhelmed by the day. You move to fasten your seatbelt, Yoongi leans over to you pulling you to him by your collar, he kisses you hard his lips lingering on your bottom lip as he sucks it gently.

“I love you” he whispers “But next time I ask you to hold the elevator for me… Will you?…” he asks.

“Too soon dickhead” you smile. “Take me home”

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

7…

You’re growing impatient waiting for your boyfriend to get home from his not so secret trip to the tattoo parlour with Jimin.

He’s been gone a while, a little too long you’re desperate to see him.

“Where are you? Will you be much longer?” You text

“I’ve just pulled in to the garage”

“Hurry Up!”

“I’m literally 5 minutes away woman!”

“I hope you’re walking and texting!”

You reply while running to your front the door, flinging it open to make your way to the elevator, only to find Yoongi standing in front of you with his classic trademark smile!

“Ahh! 5 minutes away huh?!”

He heads through the door grabbing hold of you and almost carrying you in. He kisses you lovingly.

“Hi!” He whispers closing the door.

“Ok where is it? Where did you decide to get it?”

“I’m not telling… you’ll have to find it”

You slap his chest “Aww but come on… tell me?”

“Do you want some coffee?” He asks heading to the kitchen.

“Aww stop teasing me! Show me!”

“No, come and find it” Without hesitation you unzip his hoodie and peel it from him, tossing it to one side.

You slowly run your hand up his arm, checking his shoulder, wrist and in between his fingers on one side and then move to the other side and do the same.

All the while Yoongi is using his free hand to brush his hand round your waist, you gently bat his hand away.

“There’s nothing on either arm” you frown.

He walks you over to the living room holding your hand and pulling you on to his lap as he sits.

“You’re getting closer” he teases

“And you’re getting annoying!” You laugh.

You brush your fingers through his hair tucking it back from his neck as you move in closer to check behind his ear. You feel his breath on your neck as he leans in to you softly kissing your neck and ear lobe.

“Stop distracting me… I’m on a mission!”

You take his head in your hands tilting it slightly so you can check the other side. You cant help but scan his face, his lips look so inviting. You brush your fingers through his hair.

You catch his gaze “You look cute when you’re concentrating Y/N” he smiles

You kiss him softly on the lips, he moves his hands to your waist and then slides them under your T-shirt and up your back, pulling you in close as he kisses you a little harder. You slowly grind yourself against him.

“Can’t you just tell me?”

“No… this is more fun!” he kisses your neck

“For you yes!”

“Aren’t you enjoying it too?”

“Take off your t shirt and I might” you wink

“Take off yours and we definitely will… I’ll make sure of it” he winks

“No… we are looking for your tattoo, you know where all mine are” you smile

You ease his T shirt from out of his belt

“Arms up!” You command. He does as he’s told.

You let out a moan at the sight of his naked torso, sliding your hands gently down his shoulders then over his chest and down to his toned abs. You unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers.

“Wait, do you think I’d get a tattoo down there?” He laughs

“No… I don’t really care about your tattoo now” you say as you bite your lip.

He can see only lust in your eyes, he grabs hold of you and crashes his lips into yours, you kiss each other desperately.

Before you know it your on your back and he’s fucking you so good “Yoongi-ah, baby…” you moan.

He loves to hear you call out his name and it only encourages him to bang you harder and deeper when he feels you tighten around him. He moves his mouth from your lips to your neck as he sucks down hard.

You cry out his name as you cum, your fingers tugging on his hair. He lets out a satisfied groan as he cums seconds later.

He gently eases himself from you and lays next to you pulling his trouser back up leaving them loosely open and you pull your t shirt back down barely covering your arse.

Pulling you in close he has his hand round your waist and the other brushing your hair back from your face as he kisses you sloppily.

“Can’t you just tell me where it is and stop teasing me?”

“OK my love”

You jump up and and sit facing him.

He kisses your cheek and smiles as he says

“I couldn’t decide where to get it… so I waited while Jimin got his. I go back tomorrow for mine!”

“Oh you absolute shit!” you huff as you slap his arm. He laughs as he pulls you in hugging you tight.

“Well at least tell me where you’re getting it!” You huff.

“And miss the chance of having you do this again tomorrow?… no way my love!”

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

You Know…

You’re busy in the kitchen washing dishes while your boyfriend sits on the sofa.

“Hey should we go for a walk?…”

You watch him scrolling through his phone, completely oblivious to your question.

“I said!… should we go for a walk!”

“I SAID let’s have sex?!” You shout louder

“Wait! What!?” He stutters

“I said let’s go for a walk” you giggle

“No no you didn’t” he shouts as he scrambles up from the sofa falling over himself to get to you.

“No… no. I definitely heard have sex?” He smiles moving closer, his hands reaching for your waist and mischief written all over his face.

“So it’s selective hearing you have then huh?”

“I’m sorry I was distracted”

“By your phone, yet again!… So shall we then?”

“What?… Fuck?”

“No!… go for a walk! Come on you need some fresh air.”

“But it’s raining?”

“Perfect! we can use the umbrella to hide under, so you don’t have to cover your face up. Let’s take a walk along the river… even just for 5 minutes?”

“Ok then, come on” he caves

You skip through to the bedroom to get changed. 5-10 minutes later you come back out to Yoongi in the same position you left him and on his phone again.

“For fuck sake!… 5 minutes that’s all I wanted!”

“I’m soooorrry!” He shouts while running through the room to get his hoodie and trainers.

“Ok I’m ready!” He quickly pecks your lips as he runs past you to get to the door. You grab the umbrella and head out.

“Isn’t this nice?…”

“Baby… it’s monsoon season” he laughs

“I know but I love the rain and at night with the street lights… and you… heaven!” you smile.

He has one arm around your shoulder and is holding the umbrella with the other, he pulls you in to him kissing your forehead and holding you closer.

“Look we have the whole stretch to ourselves”

“That’s because… it’s cold… everyone will be inside…” he turns to face you, stopping you in your tracks as he leans in to you “And it’s after 7pm…” he kisses you softly “Aaaand if they’re luckier than me they will be too busy having sex” he smirks

You slap his chest “You’re obsessed!”

“Yes… with you” You lean in to each other and kiss passionately. His tongue gently gliding across your lips, teasing them open.

You moan “Your kisses will be the death of me Min Yoongi”

He pulls you in to him again, kissing you harder. You have one hand either side of his waist and pull him in to you, your kisses getting more fervent.

There’s one thing guaranteed to throw you into a whirl of desire and that’s a kiss from Yoongi.

His lips are the only thing you crave.

You kiss each other again a little sloppier, you desperately want more of him, you’re not even sure you’re breathing as he moans lightly and kisses you harder.

You suddenly feel rain on your face as you both snap out of the kiss and look up. “Mmmm that kiss was just… I forgot I was holding the umbrella!” He laughs

“Shall we go back ho…?” You don’t get to finish.

“Yes!!” With his arm round your shoulder he quickly turns you back in the direction of home, forcing you to walk a little faster, your feet trying to match his pace.

“Yoongi!” You start laughing as he’s walking with such determination “Slow down!”

“Nope… I have to get you back home before you change your mind!” He laughs

You get back home in record time, you barely get through the door and he’s already taking your coat off, he presses you up against the door not satisfied that he’s already manhandled you in the elevator! (Of which you loved every minute). You wrap your arms around and run your fingers through his hair.

Suddenly there’s a loud knock at the door.

“Shh!” He whispers, his lips only millimetres from yours. You sneak a little kiss, then hear singing from the other side of the door.

“Is that Jimin?” You whisper

“Aaaa Shit… I invited them for drinks, I totally forgot”

“Oh well done Yoongi” you whisper digging him in the ribs

“Yah! You’re the one who told me I need to have the boys round more!”

You turn and open the door, Yoongi’s arms surround you as he holds on to the door frame and handle.

“Hi, come in guys” Yoongi greets them with a hug.

“Are we interrupting something?”

“Nope, no!” You hurriedly say.

“Yes, yes you are!” Yoongi interrupts

“Tough” shouts Jimin as he makes his way to the sofa.

“We have alcohol and snacks” shouts JK “and these are for you Y/N” he hands you some fresh flowers.

“Thank you, that’s so sweet!” You kiss his cheek.

“Hey!… that’s enough of that” laughs Yoongi

“Get comfy guys” You fix them some snacks and drinking glasses, leaving them to a bit of quality bonding time. You potter about the kitchen fixing your flowers and sorting laundry then sit at the kitchen table with your laptop, smiling as you watch them laugh together. You put your headphones on and blast a bit of music while you catch up on work emails.

A while later you hear raised voices and look up to see Yoongi shouting to you.

“What!?” You yell

“Y/N!!”

“What!?”

“Y/N-aaaah” he shouts “Kiss me!”

“For fuck sake” you laugh, you can see the boys lying on the sofa, tipsy and laughing at him shouting.

“Don’t encourage him!” You tell them as you walk closer.

“We have two huge sofas, why are you all squashed on to one? It’s doesn’t matter I know!” You laugh.

“Should I order you guys some pizzas?”

“Yes please… but you should also kiss me!” He clambers his way over to you, pushing his face to yours until your lips meet and he kisses you hard. You take his cheeks in your hand smooching his lips softly “Not in front of the kids baby!”

The pizza arrives and you sit back and watch the boys as they dig in. Yoongi moves closer to you, sitting next to you, his head resting on your boob, his arm on your thigh and his hand stroking the inside of your leg.

You watch him as he watches Jimin telling one of his many stories, both JK and Yoongi are totally engrossed by him as always. You’d be a little jealous if you didn’t know the bond they share.

“Guys I’m heading to bed, there’s more snacks in the kitchen and drinks chilling in the fridge, are you guys staying over?”

“NO!” Yoongi yells,

“Yes if that’s OK?” Asks JK

“The spare rooms are always ready for you guys, just don’t get up to any mischief!”

You blow kisses to the boys “See you in the morning”

You lean in and kiss Yoongi whispering “Good night my love”

You head to the en suite to brush your teeth and change into your Pj’s. You opt for a sexy little short and bralet set, one of his favourites. Heading back to the bedroom you see Yoongi sprawled out on the bed, you stand and pose at the door frame waiting for him to catch a glimpse of you.

He’s too busy scrolling through his phone again!

You huff and about turn back into the bathroom and throw your big over sized t shirt on and head to bed.

“Why did you change?”

“I didn’t think you’d noticed” you huff

“Of course I did!… Wait are you upset with me?

“No!… Yes!”

“Is it because the guys came round?”

“No of course not… it’s because every time I’ve tried to get your attention today you’ve been on your phone…”

“Have I, no I havent?”

“It’s still in your hand even now! Have you put it down at all today?”

“I have important things I’m working on, I’m sorry”

You grab his phone out of his hand and hide it behind your back “Hey! Come on!” He shouts jumping up from the bed to grab you.

You run round the room, wobbling as you jump on the bed teasing him, waving the phone up higher.

“Give!”

“Nope” you hold it higher

He has hands on either thigh pulling you to him.

“I’m serious, give me the phone” he grabs your thighs a little tighter

“No!”

He pulls your legs from underneath you, completely sweeping you off your feet, you land flat on your back.

You let out a squeal a mixture of shock and excitement. He’s hovering over you as you tuck the phone behind your back.

“Stop being a pain in my ass and give me my phone” he kisses your lips “Please…”

“No not unless I have your full attention. I’ll give it back if you do something for me?”

“What, what do you want…” he sighs

“I want you… to look at me the way you look at Jimin” you laugh

He grabs at your waist and tickles you hard

“Stop! Ok Stop!” You squeal

“What do you mean the way I look at Jimin?”

“You always look so mesmerised by him and you’re not on your phone!”

“I can’t look at you the way I look at Jimin… I don’t love Jimin the way I love you. The way I look at him is because he’s so expressive, whenever he’s saying/doing anything you can’t help but watch him. The way I look at you is because I’m trying to work out when I can kiss or touch you next!”

“What way are you looking at me now?”

“Like I want to see what’s under this shirt” he gently tugs at it.

“What are you waiting for?”

“My phone back so I can take a picture of you like this”

“Kiss me first and I’ll give it back”

He moves in closer to you, you feel the warmth of his breath against your lips. You lean in to him yearning for his touch but he continues to tease you hovering his lips within millimetres of yours

“Yoongi… please”

He lightly licks your top lip making you moan before he sucks on it hard then crashes his lips into yours kissing you passionately.

He pulls your t shirt over your head and flings it to one side, he takes in a deep breath through gritted teeth as he gazes at you adoringly, your cheeks flushed, your eyes filled with lust and you’re wearing his favourite underwear set.

“I’m sorry that you feel I’ve neglected you and have been on my phone a lot” he kisses you softly. “I’ll do better, I promise.”

He slides his hand down to your shorts and slowly slides his fingers inside you, as he scatters kisses down your neck. You grab hold of his wrists and slowly thrust against his fingers.

No wonder he’s so good at the piano and guitar, his fingers play you like an instrument.

He whispers your name in your ear and as his fingers work their magic, you can barely hold on as you feel a snap in the pit of your stomach. You cry out “Ohh my god, oh Yoongi… don’t stop… pl… please… mmmmmhh fuuuuck”

“Shhh my love” he whispers as he quickens the pace “You don’t want to disturb the kids” he smiles

“Fuck th…” He quickly moves his lips to yours, kissing you hard while his thumb swirls round your clit “Fffuck!” you cry out, your head buried in his neck, your whole body trembles as you cum.

“I should steal your phone more often” you laugh

“No!… no you shouldn’t” he smiles

You turn on your side to face him and he turns to you, brushing your hair from your eyes “You don’t know how beautiful you are”

You feel your face flush and you try to hide with the bed sheet. He quickly grabs his phone and snaps a picture of you, then leans in close and snaps a selfie of you together. You lean in and kiss his cheek as he takes another.

“I love you, you know?” You tell him

“I know” he replies pulling you in close, his face resting in your neck as you both slowly drift off to sleep.

You wake to the sound of dishes clashing from the kitchen. Yoongi’s spot in the bed is empty.

You grab a quick shower and head to the kitchen, the boys are huddled round Yoongi’s phone whispering to each other but quickly stop as you enter the room.

“Good morning boys! What are you whispering about?l”

“Nothing… erm just some lyrics” Yoongi mumbles

“Here Y/N. Come sit” JK pulls out a chair for you and pours you a cup of tea. While Yoongi and Jimin serve breakfast.

You chat/laugh with the boys while you eat, they always have you laughing hard when they’re together.

You catch Yoongi staring at you from across the table. You smile and he quickly starts fumbling with his phone… again.

You let out a sigh and take your dishes over to the sink. “Thank you for the food guys” you say as you start to wash up

“Here let me help” offers JK

“No it’s ok, go finish your coffee”

Yoongi walks over to you scratching his head, he rests his chin on your shoulder and rubs his hand across your arse cheek.

Kissing your neck he whispers “Good morning my love… are you ok?”

“Good morning, yeah Im ok” you turn and kiss his cheek.

“Good” he wraps his arms around you burying his face in your neck.

“Eurgh they’re kissing again Jimin!” JK yells “I think it’s time to go!”

“Aww but they’re so cute” coos Jimin “but yes let’s go I can feel my breakfast coming back up!”

“Yah!” Yoongi yells smiling

You dry your hands and give the boys kisses and hugs goodbye.

“How will you cope while we are away for 3 weeks Y/N?” Jimin winks at Yoongi

“Oh I’m sure it will be a struggle and I’ll pine for him every minute, every day but somehow I should get through it!” You say sarcastically slapping Jimins shoulder.

“If I’m not used to it now I never will be!” You tell them.

Yoongi pulls you to him.

“Yah! Quick before they start again!” Jokes JK

“Ok Bye boys!” You say pushing them out the door.

Yoongi closes the door and pushes you gently up against it… “Will you miss me?” He asks as he kisses your lips.

“You know fine well I will but you better message me every-time your phone is in your hand… which shouldn’t be a problem as it’s never out of it!” you smirk.

“Aaaaaggh!… ok ok! I get it! Shhh! Come help me pack” he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards his closet.

“I need my bla… ahh the sweater your wearing”

“Sorry I just picked the first thing, I can wash it for you?” You panic. He holds his hands up in protest “No don’t wash it!” he asks as he leans over to you smelling you/it. “It’s perfect as it is, I’ll wear it to travel in”.

You feel your face flush “You’re too fucking cute Yoongi”He blushes and carries on packing.

The next couple of days pass by in a blur. Quiet days/nights on the sofa lounging together making your favourite meals and watching TV.

Yoongi’s doing his last minute checks before the boys leave for the USA. You have a little cry watching him pack the last of his kit. “Please don’t Y/N… I can’t take seeing you cry”

“I’ll be fine, you know me I just don’t like saying goodbye to you” wiping tears from your cheek

He checks the time on his phone, he hasn’t been on it as much in the last couple of days as he had been the last few weeks, you feel like you’ve had more quality time with him. Keeping his promise to do better, despite how busy he’s been.

“Ok, I’m getting picked up in 20 minutes… There’s a surprise for you on our bed but don’t open it until I’ve left” he says matter of factly looking through his bag.

“What?!… why?” You cry

“See you’re already crying and you don’t even know what it is” he laughs as he strokes your cheek.

He pulls you over to him “Kiss me?” he asks. You happily oblige as you straddle his lap. You spend the remaining 15 minutes kissing each other like it’s the last time you’ll see each other!

“I’m only away for 3 weeks, it’ll fly by”

“You know that’s bullshit” you laugh as you plant kisses all over his face.

“You missed a spot” he pouts pointing to his lips

You kiss them sloppily, “Aaggh Y/N, this gets harder every time!” He muffles putting his head in your boobs.

Just as his phone buzzes. “Ok that’s the driver. I better head out. I’ll call you whenever I can. Go check your surprise out and call me when you’ve opened it”

He squeezes you tightly taking your breath away “I love you you know?”

“I know” you tell him, you give him one last kiss.

And just like that he’s gone, the house is quiet minus your little sobs here and there. You head to the bedroom and see a large box with a black bow tied round it with a little note card attached. It reads:

“My love, here’s the reason I’ve been on my phone so much these past couple of weeks. I’m sorry… I love you you know? xx”

“What have you done” you say to yourself… you open the box and inside is giant album, the cover reads “You Know”

You open the first page and it’s photos from your first date with Yoongi… every page is filled with beautiful candid shots of you or you and Yoongi. You bawl your eyes out over every photo, most of them you didn’t even know he’d taken but ugly cry at the final few pages. Photos of you washing dishes on the night you forced him to go for a walk, followed by you in the kitchen fixing your flowers, working at your lap top listening to music while the boys got drunk. The very last page is the selfies he took on the evening you stole his phone and finally a picture of you drinking your tea at breakfast with the boys. Another note is attached “I know I was on my phone a lot but I was looking at you the whole time xx”

You call his number he answers “My Love? Are you ok? Did you like your present?”

You can’t get your words out “I’m sorry” you sob

“Why are you sorry” he laughs

“I was horrible to you, complaining you were always on your phone but you were doing all this… for me, I really wish you were here so I could kiss you!” You cry

“I am… come to the door baby”

“What?!” You run to the door and fling it open sure enough he’s standing there. You crash into him kissing him desperately.

Laughing he says “I only needed to get my luggage in the van, I have another hour or so before I have to leave for the airport”

He wipes your tears and kisses you softly. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around him while he carries you over to the sofa and sits down with you straddling his lap. He gently kisses your neck and starts to unbutton your shirt as he whispers “Let’s make more memories”

Now Imagine being Spit roasted by Han and Changbin. While Bang Chan is taking you from behind clapping them cheeks.

They're all fully clothed in their stage outfits while you're completely naked, and ready to be used by them.

And with their gloves leaving marks all over you from choking and spanking 😭😩🫠🤤🥴

Ateez for Elle

Hongjoong giving CEO husband who waited too long for you to come home from work and ends the night with you laid over his lap smacking your ass cheeks

Seonghwa is MOTHER; Giving sultry Dominatrix

Yunho looks like he would FUCK me over every hard surface he could find

I want Yeosang and want to be him at the same damn time 😭😭

Idk how long that jacket goes on San, but if it covers his thighs, I want to ride his thighs and squirt all over them; YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT MAN WOULDN'T MAKE IT A COMPETITION TO SEE HOW MANY TIMES HE CAN MAKE YOU CUM

Mingi is Daddy, and I also want to ride his thighs while my fingers claw through that sheer fabric he's wearing

Wooyoung can disrespectfully FUCK me in any way he wants to, Imagine being able to run your fingers through his hair, pulling it, and the moans he would make hella loud on purpose 🥴🤤

You make my World Freeze 💙✨💫🫂

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Y/N and Han Jisung....

When one of your names is said in conversation, a beaming smile is sure to follow on each of your faces...

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You and Han Jisung are best friends, soulmates, the literal Ying to each other's Yang.

But could you be more than that.....

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Synopsis: You had moved to Korea to continue to pursue an education at one of the best Universities there. Like any other day, you walk into your local cafe to get your regular "unique" order. When it turns out, it's not just unique to you, but to The 4th Gen Ace himself, Han Jisung; who just so happened to be standing next to you taking his order at the same time as you. From there your friendship bloomed, but other feelings trickled in that may put a thorn in your relationship with him.

✨Story coming soon✨

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Does anyone know of a K-pop omegaverse series where the main character isn’t an Omega? Not that I’m complaining, but it feels like that’s all there ever is. I would love one if they were an alpha or a beta. Let me know if you’ve read one or even written one. 

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⚠️MDNI⚠️

You wouldn't normally go for younger guys. But when a junior from your department offers to drive you home after a staff get-together, you didn't think things would get heated.

And the last thing you expected was to end up at his house.

this man is really making me weak please just one chance heesung🙏🙏

thanks for all support, i didnt know yall so horny👀🫶