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Rope Bunny || ‘Helping Hands’ Halloween Special

Pairing: Caretaker! Yoongi x Kindergarten teacher! Reader

Genre: Fluff || Smut || Established Relationship || Non-idol AU

Summary: Yoongi had never been too fond of Halloween. Hated that one tacky day of the year with every fibre of his being. All it takes however, is your little surprise to convince him that maybe, just maybe, Halloween isn't all that bad.

Word Count: 7.3k (i don’t know what happened)

Tags/ warnings: fluff, smut in the forms of: bondage, reader get's tied to the bed, vaginal fingering, penetrative protected sex (because that's cool), slight dacryphilia, playboy bunny costume, implied predator/prey play, implied pet play, aftercare, halloween slander, ew they're still in love

Notes: this can be read as a stand-alone without reading the first part of this mini-series! however you can read ‘helping hands’ here! as minor references are made.

for my love, @4amj3zz who i love with all my heart <3 thank you for the playboy bunny idea!

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It was no secret that Min Yoongi hated Halloween. The holiday—if you could even call it that—was a waste of time and money.

Halloween was a poor excuse to spend too much money on tacky decorations, and an easy excuse for candy makers to profit off one singular night each year. Frauds if you asked him.

Yoongi had never understood why parents let their children stumble from door to door in goofy costumes, asking for an inexplainable amount of sugar from strangers; the whole agenda a little backwards when ‘stranger danger’ is drilled into our heads as children. And now, kids have enough candy to give themselves a sugar high until Christmas rolls around, and an equally questionable Santa Clause fills their stockings with enough chocolate until the easter bunny comes.

He never understood why parents would buy a new, tacky looking costume each year when maybe they could be saving up for their child’s college tuition fees. And don’t get him started on adults dressing up. Min Yoongi was convinced that Halloween was the only night a year adults could dress in skimpy outfits, and no one would bat an eye. And a few too many sleazy men get a couple of hours of eye-candy to keep their imaginations running wild for the next couple of nights.

Now, Yoongi isn’t one to judge what others like to wear. He doesn’t feel it’s fair to judge, when he rotates the same 4 black shirts each week and might change it up with a new colour when you beg him to match outfits. Yoongi’s issue lies with the fact that it was the end of October.

The cusp of winter.

Where each night should be spent sat in front of the heater with stupid amounts of coffee (or in your case, hot chocolate) and a nice, cosy blanket wrapped around both your shoulders while a movie plays as you run your cold toes down his legs.

He wonders if cases of pneumonia or frostbite are at an all-time high on the 31st of October with the way some people dress themselves.

However, the absolute bane of Yoongi’s existence is all the pumpkin flavoured crap that nearly every franchise in the country liked to overprice in the month of October.

No, he didn’t want a pumpkin spice latte. No, he didn’t want the pumpkin tart instead of your usual sugared doughnut and his tiramisu.

It was Yoongi’s downfall when he was buying food for Holly, and suddenly the pet shop owner had asked if he wanted pumpkin favoured treats for his dog. Yoongi loved Holly as much as he loved you but he’s more than certain his puppy couldn’t give a flying fuck about a pumpkin flavoured biscuit.

The one thing that Yoongi did like about Halloween, however, was the excuse to watch scary movies. You on the other hand couldn’t stand them, burying your head underneath his arms when anything remotely spooky came up on the TV of an evening. So unfortunately, Yoongi hadn’t gotten his adrenaline rush as of late with a few too many trashy thrillers.  

“How do I look?” you give your boyfriend a twirl, black dress flaring around your thighs prettily.

Yoongi just blinks up at you, trying to ignore the pointed hat you’re wearing that grates at his eyes.

“What are you supposed to be?” he asks, raking his gaze down your body. Any excuse to give you a once-over.

“A witch obviously” you roll your eyes, if the spiderweb tights, hat and cape weren’t enough of a give-away.

“Isn’t that… basic?” Yoongi dares to ask and your shoulders slump forwards.

“Yes, but I don’t think a bunch of 4-year-olds are going to know who I am if I dress up as… I don’t know, MJ”

“MJ?”

“From Spiderman, Yoongi. We’ve watched all 8 movies, plus the animated one”

“If you were MJ does that make me Spiderman?” Yoongi drawls and you sigh.

“No” you shake your head and Yoongi’s eyebrows furrow, “You don’t believe in Halloween, so you don’t get the privilege to be my Spiderman.”

Yoongi scoffs at that, no real venom in his expression as he watches you fix your hair in the vanity mirror.

“Oh” you turn to look at your boyfriend, “Don’t forget to pick up that package at the post office after work today either, okay?”

Yoongi nods, puckering his lips for a kiss. You oblige, leaning down so the brim of your hat brushes the top of Yoongi’s head as your lips press against his own.

“Love you” he whispers, breath fanning your lips in the way where goosebumps prickle the skin of your arms.

“Love you more!” you smile, “And, don’t be late tonight. Remember I have a surprise!” you giggle, and Yoongi would have been a little more worried if you hadn’t been so happy. On more than one occasion you’d tried to surprise your boyfriend; once trying to cook a three-course meal, however you hadn’t known cans can’t go in the microwave. That had led to your boyfriend having to work over the weekend to replace the wretched utility machine.

He smiles as you skip out of the bedroom, chunky boots thumping on the hardwood floor as you flit around the house for anything you may have forgotten last minute. Even though your boyfriend had made sure to pack your work bag the night before, since he knew you could be a little slow in the mornings and he knew you didn’t need the added stress.

<3

Yoongi’s foot taps impatiently, dull pat pat pat of his sneakers bouncing off the walls as he leans against the post office’s desk. Fingers numb as he scrolls through his phone, weather bitter outside the heated post office. The old man that was at front of house had wandered out back to get his package and seemed to be taking his sweet, sweet time riffling through piles of unclaimed mail.

Yoongi’s phone lights up, a message from you; asking what time he would be home because you’d gotten his surprise all ready. And no matter how much Yoongi loved you, he was still a little sceptical of what your surprise could be.

You had never been good at keeping secrets, always blurting out little hints which would evidently lead to him to your little plots, only to act like he never knew what you were up to when the time came for you to surprise him. Because your smile was worth a little acting if it meant he got to see you looking so happy. Like he had been the one to surprise you, and of course he’d reward you with a sweet kiss that always made your cheeks flush the prettiest pink.

[4:56 pm]

My love:

Yoongs how long will you be? I’ve finished setting up your surprise and I’m getting impatient :’(

[4:57 pm]

Yoonie:

Soon, the old guy that works here is slow.

[4:57 pm]

My love:

:(

He should really get someone to help him with all those packages…

Maybe we could help

[4:58 pm]

Yoonie:

You barely have time to take care of yourself. There’s a flyer on the door saying they’re hiring; a few high school kids will probably start applying soon now that the holidays are almost here.

<3

Yoongi takes a look at your package. You hadn’t told him what you’d bought but from the looks of things it was from that little doggy clothing shop you loved. If Yoongi thought he spoiled Holly too much, don’t get him started on you.

He doesn’t bother pulling his keys from the back of his jeans, knowing you were home, instead he knocks.

Only to be answered with silence.

Yoongi knocks on the door again, no stranger to your habit of dancing around the bedroom with your music blasting through his speakers as you tidy up the mess, you’d made during your morning rush.

Only to once again be faced with nothing.

He leans his ear against the door, cold wood numbing his cheek as he narrows his eyes, hoping to hear any sound coming from the apartment.

Assuming the best, he guesses you’d forgotten to pick something up at the shops and decided a little early evening walk was now squeezed into your meticulously planned Halloween schedule.

Get home. Clean while Yoongi picks up package. Cook together. Bathe together. Maybe watch a Halloween movie, only if it isn’t scary. Roast marshmallows on the balcony. Read together. Brush teeth together. Wear matching pjs. Get the fluffy blanket for bed from the dryer. Talk about each other’s plans for tomorrow. Maybe sleep.

Yoongi easily slips his pair of keys from his pocket, the jingling bouncing off the walls of the empty hallway. And he hears the neighbour’s dog bark at the sound.

The lights are on when he pushes the door open with his foot. Your work shoes neatly placed on the rack, an empty space for his own sneakers to sit comfortably beside your own.

“Y/n?” he calls out, kicking the door closed behind him, “You home, my love?”

He hears shuffling from the other room, your silk bedsheets ratting you out that you’re home.

Yoongi dumps the brown box onto the couch, the little pattering of Holly’s feet bringing his attention to the floor as he kicks his shoes off.

Yoongi bends down, pulling a strip of tissue paper from the dog’s mouth. “Gross. You can’t eat that.”

He pokes his head into the kitchen, the dog’s bowl still half full of dinner, so you hadn’t forgotten to feed him. But it seemed his little dog had gotten distracted in the process of his meal, and you may be the main culprit. Yoongi didn’t even know what to think. For the first time since you’d started dating, you had kept a secret, and he didn’t have an inkling of what it could be.

Were you proposing?

That was meant to be his job. He had the ring and everything.

He just hadn’t worked up the guts to ask you yet.

What if you really were proposing? Should he say yes and then tell you he also had an engagement ring? Or should he say no?

That would be stupid.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but he wanted his proposal to be more than perfect.

Not that you wouldn’t make it perfect.

What if he said no and you got the wrong idea?

What if you decided to break up with him?

God knows what he would do if that were to happen.

Maybe you weren’t proposing…

But your surprise.

It wasn’t dinner, he knew that much. You hadn’t set the table, nor was there any food simmering on the stove.

Maybe you’d bought ugly matching pyjamas again.

But what if you were proposing?

He wanders towards your bedroom; a slice of dim orange lamp light coats the floor in its heady glow from where the bedroom door is slightly cracked open.

And Yoongi stands there for a moment as he hears you hum to yourself; and his new assumption is that you’re probably lying-in bed as you watch something from your phone, headphones plugged in as he hears nothing more than your voice.

Maybe you’d forgotten all about your little surprise and although you’d been hyping him up all day, with teasing glances across the cafeteria at lunch, and light brushes of your fingers over his chest as he passed you in the halls; Yoongi would much rather you have forgotten your little proposal if it meant he could be the one to get down on one knee.

However.

Yoongi feels as though time stops when he pushes the bedroom door open.

There you are, sprawled out on your stomach, legs kicking up behind you as you rest your chin the palms of your hands. Open book long forgotten, the pages flipping closed by themselves. You hadn’t bothered to crack the spine, design too pretty to tamper with, and although later you’ll whine about losing your page, maybe even blame it on your boyfriend, right now the look on Yoongi’s face was funny enough for you not to care. Whatever little love story you’d been invested in suddenly meaningless as you look into Yoongi’s eyes, love and lust mingled into one as he stares at you, mouth agape.

And you wonder if you’d ever seen Yoongi make such an expression during the course of your relationship.

It’s not often you splurge on an outfit for the bedroom; truthfully Yoongi had never been all that bothered. You could be wearing a chunky sweater and sweats for all he cared, and he would still get bricked up at just the thought of you, with what you hide beneath layers of clothes. Though, it was never an unwelcomed surprise when you did choose to go and buy something that makes you feel a little prettier than usual.

“Is that a playboy bunny costume?” he gapes, eyes glued to the delicate black ears that sit prettily atop of your head. Frilly little collar and bow snug around your neck with matching little cuffs that encase your pretty wrists. The epitome of sex. All his. And god, did Yoongi love you.

He thinks you put all the other playboy bunny models to shame as you smile up at him, warm orange glow cast over your face in a way that makes Yoongi think you look almost angelic. Almost, if it weren’t for the skimpy little outfit you had on, that did wonders to highlight every part of your body that Yoongi loves most. Though he supposes it covered your pretty little pussy too much for his liking, nothing his fingers can’t fix.

“Yep!” you smile, “Surprise!” your radiant smile a little too innocent for what was about to happen.

Yoongi opens his mouth, only to close it. His extensive vocabulary, years of studying a thesaurus for lyrics that flow like poems suddenly evaporating to nothing more than the image of you dressed so prettily in his bed.

His eyes flit back up to your ears, lacy and black and they just looked so perfect on you. And it leaves Yoongi wondering if some part of him liked your little bunny ears more than he should, something primal vibrating in his chest with the need to just defile you, with how soft and round and absolutely perfect you look, a pretty little bunny all his for the taking.

“Did I really make you speechless?” you ask, eyes wide with wonder and Yoongi can only be baffled at how good you’d been able to keep this a secret.

Yoongi had always been a man of few words, and over time you’d been good at deciphering his wants without him having to open his mouth but this, this Yoongi, whose head looked empty apart from you, was something new.

“Seems so” he takes a few steps towards the bed, unintentionally hesitant as he wonders where to touch, “Oh fuck—” he groans, head tipping back, “is that a tail?” he gapes, shameless as he watches your butt wiggle. Hand pulling his jeans away from his crotch, blood rushing south as he just stares. Enamoured by the little ball of fluff that sits perfectly above your pert behind.

“It’s really soft. Wanna touch?” your index finger toys with your bottom lip, shiny with gloss and little plumper from where you’d been biting it.

Yoongi kneels on the edge of the bed, tips of his fingers brushing over the faux fur tail. His hands trail downwards, index finger running over your covered core; feeling it pulse as he applies a little more pressure. Chocked groan catching in his throat as he feels the material dampen under his careful touch.  

“Was this your idea?” He asks, ignoring your evident frown when he pulls his hand away from where you needed it most. Instead choosing to run it through his hair, grown out from when you’d first started dating, and perfect for you to pull when he makes home between your thighs.

“Someone at work brought up the idea” you tell him honestly, legs still kicked up behind you; the flex of your thighs entirely mesmerising to Yoongi that you can only wonder if your boyfriend was actually listening.

“You didn’t have to do this you know” Yoongi leans down to run his nose along the length of your jaw, the vanilla perfume he’d bought you on your birthday making him smile. Though you didn’t smell like him, he had been the one to pick out the scent, so he supposes it sates that little possessiveness he has over you when you aren’t together.

“Do you not like it? I thought it would be fun, especially since it’s Halloween” you say, albeit a little distracted as Yoongi presses open mouth kisses along the apples of your cheek, painting them ruby red with your own natural blush. Yoongi’s kisses always did make you flustered, he had never been very shy with his tongue, and he made sure you knew it.

“I like it. Fuck that—I love it. I just don’t want you doing anything you’re uncomfortable with” he whispers, continuing his onslaught of wet kisses, though he now trails them down the length of your bare neck. Addicted to the taste of your skin, making sure it glistened with his saliva.

“I’m okay with it. Made me feel pretty and sexy” your mouth falls open as his teeth nip your skin, red and purple roses blossoming as he sucks on the skin of your neck, painting you like an artist would a canvas.

“You’re always pretty and sexy” Yoongi grumbles, pushing himself to sit. And if he pretends not to notice the way you trail after him, that’s his own secret. The two of you like magnets, hard to pull away once pushed so close.

You follow Yoongi in sitting up, now giving your boyfriend a full view of how your little playboy bunny costume pushes your breasts together.

Yoongi swallows thickly, tongue coming to wet his lips as his fingers itch to touch you. He pulls away when he’s nothing more than inches away from touching your heated skin, and your shoulders drop at that. Pitiful pout tugging at your lips as he shuffles off the bed eagerly.

“Wait here” your boyfriend tells you, and you take a peek at his steadily growing erection as he scuttles towards the closet.

“What’re you looking for?” you ask, leaning back on your arms as you watch Yoongi rummage around for a certain box. Your fingers trail down the length of your body, index finger toying with your clit over the thin cottony fabric. You couldn’t help it that Yoongi had riled you up, hole clenching, begging to be touched, filled, you’d take anything just to have that sweet release that taunts you while your boyfriend shoves box after box and piles of clothes out of his way, in looks for something.

“Some ropes for my little rope bunny” he mutters, patience steadily growing weary the longer he’s away from you, watching as you play with yourself from his peripherals. Yoongi think’s all coherent thoughts are slowly trailing down to his dick, throbbing almost painfully in his jeans as you continue to squirm under the careful touch of your fingers.

“They’re on the top shelf. Velvety box”

“Thanks” your boyfriend throws a soft smile over his shoulder, you feel your own lips tug up at that.

“Hey! No touching” he points an accusatory finger at you, eyes trained on your hand that you grind against.

It had been surprising, how open about sex you had been once you’d gotten closer, more comfortable with Yoongi. And he thinks you must be the horniest person he knows. You’d been shy, a little reserved about being so intimate with him that it was beyond a surprise when you’d gotten comfortable enough to touch yourself in front of Yoongi without a care in the world. He never minded, always eager to please you sexually, and he felt proud even, that the two of you had progressed so much in your relationship.

“Can’t help it” you giggle, falling back onto the bed as Yoongi brings the box back over towards you.

You feel his fingers replace your own, tugging the crotch of your costume to the side to side a finger through your slit, your cheeks heating red at the lewd squelch. Your thighs twitch at that, hips bucking to try and get Yoongi to push at least a finger inside of you.

Your boyfriend, however, seems to have other plans, pulling his hand away from your pulsing core. Instead, he flips open the lid of the box, neatly wound coils of rope lined delicately inside. He’d indulged, buying a plethora of colours to spoil you with when you wanted to be tied up.

Your boyfriend had gotten good at cuffing you to the bed with ropes, had practiced over and over after you’d confessed one night you liked the idea of being completely at his mercy. Begging him to at least let you touch him while he makes you cum. Something about Yoongi being a little mean in bed always riled you up, your cunt shiny with arousal as he plays around with your body a little.

“Arms up, baby” he nods his head towards the head of the bed, “Nothing too crazy today” he reassures when you scoot your way up the bed, head resting comfortably on a couple of Yoongi’s pillows as he shuffles up the bed.

He’d watched so many videos online, making sure that the first time the two of you tried playing with ropes there was no chance he would hurt you in the process. The product of his practice showing as he cuffs you to the head of the bed with ease, looping the ropes expertly around your wrists before he weaves them between the bars of the headboard, chunky knot keeping you attached to the head of the bed. He slips two fingers between the ropes and your wrist to ensure it wasn’t too tight and your skin wouldn’t be nicked or burnt in the process.

You watch him bite his lip, friction of his jeans against his erection sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine. Your boyfriend’s head tipping back to ride out the shuddering arousal that wracks his body.

You tug at your restraints, checking if they would hold, “Loose enough?” Yoongi asks, and you nod, “Words, darling”

“It’s good” you whisper, breath getting caught in your throat at the deepening lust in Yoongi’s eyes as you lay sprawled beneath him. Left to writhe under his hands, completely at his mercy.

“And you remember your safe word?”

“Red”

“Good girl” he throws his head back, palming over his jeans to alleviate some of the discomfort, underwear starting to soak through with precum.

“Can you get a condom?” Yoongi asks as he unzips his jeans, sigh of relief tipping off the ledge of his lips as the pressure on his cock is alleviated.

“No, not really” you snort, and Yoongi looks up at you, mouth dropping open. If he wasn’t mildly embarrassed, he may have started drooling a little at the image of you laid perfectly for him, ever so pretty as you wait patiently. Your core glistening in the lamp light, hole winking rhythmically, calling your boyfriend to sink his hard cock into your tight heat.

“Sorry” he grumbles, tugging his jeans off, throwing them somewhere behind him before leaning across your body to pull open the drawer of his nightstand. He’s glad you’re tied up, little velvet box shoved to the forefront of the drawer next to the box of condoms and he can only thank his lucky stars you’re unable to see it.

“Can you take this off” you toe at his hoodie, exaggerated frown tugging at your lips. Growing restless as you boyfriend fiddles with your condom stash.

Yoongi leans down to kiss your pouty lips, “not fair you’re still basically dressed” he whispers, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Not my fault you got ahead of yourself and got the ropes out” you smile as he presses another kiss to your lips, revelling in the feeling of your minty breath fanning his skin.

“Couldn’t help it” he tells you as he pulls his hoodie and shirt over his head, leaving him in nothing more than his boxers, “Looked too pretty to let you hop off”

You ogle at his bare skin, so smooth, begging you to mark him up.

Yoongi had always had soft, milky skin, pretty and smooth and perfect for you to press kisses down his stomach as your fingers trace his happy trail, a pathway to what hides in his pants. A part of his body that was yours, somewhere no one else would ever get the pleasure of seeing. Or having the pleasure of touching.

Your eyes widen at that, “Are you into like predator, prey play?” you gape, wad of slick seeping from your folds at the prospect of your boyfriend being into something so… primal and raw. By no means was he vanilla but this came as a surprise to even you.

“No” your boyfriend laughs, fingers tugging down the neckline of your top to free your breasts, low moan rumbling up his throat as they bounce.

He leans down, tongue laving up your right nipple with spit before his teeth tug at them, intent on making them red and puffy and ever so pretty and sensitive. You let out something akin to a squeak, surprised by the jolt of that delicious pleasurable pain that jostles down your spine straight into your core.

“Feels like it” your mouth falls open, breathy moan dripping off your tongue like sweet honey as Yoongi presses a wet kiss to your neglected nipple, making sure it shines in the bedroom’s lamp light.

“I’m sure it’s something we can look into” you feel his warm breath fan against your skin as he talks. Goosebumps prickling in its wake.

Your hips lift off the bed when you feel your boyfriend’s greedy fingers push the fabric of your costume aside that covers where he wants you most, cotton fabric brushing against your clit, a lick of pleasure kicking your hips up, knee knocking against Yoongi’s stomach. He slips a finger into your awaiting hole, groaning against your neck as he gently thrusts it into you, velvet walls pulling him in.

“Another one, please” your hips buck in rhythm with his fingers, a second finger easily sliding into you. You feel a dribble of arousal push out of your hole as Yoongi continues to increase the pace of his fingers, determined to find that little sweet spot that’ll make you see stars.

“Ah” you jolt forwards, teeth catching your bottom lip to subdue any more moans, something so embarrassing about the borderline pornographic sounds that tumble from your lips in quick succession.

“I wanna hear you, darling” Yoongi pushes himself up to meet your eyes, determination etched in his brows as he soaks in your pleasure.

He slips his fingers out of your cunt, kissing away your frown as he haphazardly tugs his underwear off. Beyond the point of caring for foreplay, his cock pulsing as it slaps against his stomach, pearly beads of precum staining his skin clear as he reaches over to grab the condom, he’d dropped to sate your needy cunt.

“I love you” he reminds you as his deft fingers tear the foil wrapper open, and you don’t care to look where he throws it as you watch him pump his cock a few times before he rolls the rubber down his shaft.

You lick your lips, Yoongi’s mouth tugging into a cocky smirk as he catches it from the corner of his eye.

You’d never been a big fan of male genitalia, something unappealing about them. However, in all your years of living, Yoongi may have the prettiest cock to ever grave this earth. Curved just right that it nudges that little sweet spot inside of you, girthy enough that you can feel the stretch as he pushes into you.

“Like what you see, little bunny?” he taunts, hand coming to wrap around his thick cock, tipping his head back as he languidly strokes himself; a shame you couldn’t touch him really.

You tug at the ropes that keep you bound to the bed, a pathetic whine falling off your lips that sends arousal straight to Yoongi’s cock, causing it to twitch in his palm.

“Fuck, doll. I could get off right now, and you would have to watch”

You stare at your boyfriend, refusing to look past his waist as he continues to jack himself off, only hoping your eyes could convey just how much you needed him.

“I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me what you want” Yoongi’s voice comes out gravelly, another wad of your arousal dribbling down onto the sheets.

“Fuck me. Please Yoongi, fuck me” your hips roll upwards, arms tugging at the ropes, anything to get some sort of friction.

Yoongi takes a moment to look at you, the epitome of sin laid out all for him. Your nipples still shining with his spit, your cunt glistening with your own arousal, pitiful as it had slicked up from a few heated kisses and a couple of fingers teasing you. Your little bunny ears lay a little askew from where you’d been writhing around, desperate for some form of release. However, Yoongi liked to tease, liked to make the build-up to your orgasm worth it.  

“I was thinking of cumming on those pretty tits of yours” he drawls, thumb brushing over the head of his cock, thighs clenching with pleasure.

Your eyes turn teary at that, and Yoongi thinks that by some miracle his dick hardens just a little more, “Doesn’t look like you like the sound of that” he frowns, mocking you.

“Yoongi please” you sniffle, and your boyfriend would have been worried by the pearly little tears that cascade down your cheeks if he didn’t know you liked to be teased a little, your safe word was there for a reason.

“Please what, doll? I’m not a mind-reader”

“Please fuck me, it hurts” your hips buck up into nothing; another pitiful snivel at that, your fingers taking a-hold of the ropes around your wrists, “wanna touch you, please Yoonie”

“Yeah?” he asks, and you nod.

Yoongi leans down, pressing a warm kiss to the apple of your cheek before he lowers his lips to yours. You think you can taste your salty tears on his lips, his tongue licking up into your mouth when you let out a breathy moan. Yoongi makes light work of toying with your clit, making sure you were slicked up enough to take him.

Two fingers were never usually enough prep for you without there being a little burn on your behalf, but he felt a little mean today, pent up frustration from a long week at work. And he knew you liked to feel the stretch, having confessed during your first time together that you didn’t mind him being a little rough; encouraged it even.

“Please, please, please” you whisper into his mouth as he moves himself over you, pulling your thighs so they rested over his own, your restraints pulling taught as he moves you further down the bed.

“Okay, my love. Gonna fuck you now, okay?” he asks, running his hands over your thighs.

“Yes. Yes please” your thighs twitch in anticipation.

You watch Yoongi as he lines his length up with your hole, dragging the head through your slit to lube up his cock before he gently pushes in. His mouth falls open as you let out a breathy moan, thighs pulling him closer as he slips further into you.

“Slowly, darling. I don’t want to hurt you” he holds his hips in place, shallowly thrusting to help you accommodate his size.

“I’m okay, please—I need more” you shake your head, bunny ears barely holding on as your back arches, another attempt to get Yoongi to hurry up and move. He relents, hips kicking forwards to thrust the rest of his length into you. You moan, arms tugging to try and touch your boyfriend, only to feel another wave of tears coat your cheeks as you can’t hold him.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Forgot I can’t hold you” you tell him and Yoongi chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to each of your cheeks.

“Want me to untie you?” he asks, running his nose along the wet skin of your jaw.

You stay silent for a moment, before giving him a simple nod.

“Please”

“Anything for you, my love” he smiles, and you feel a little less distressed as he unknots your restraints.

Yoongi inspects your wrists, a little red from where you’d tugged a little too hard but nothing a little soothing cream couldn’t fix after he’s finished with you.

“Ready now?” he asks, and you’re surprised he hadn’t slipped out of you yet.

You nod.

“Words, baby” he reminds, and you scrunch your nose up at that.

“Ready, please fuck me now”

He laughs at that, pulling his hips back before thrusting back into you. You scramble to hold onto him, nails digging into the clear canvas of his back, your lust and love written in the red marks that paint his skin, matching your own art that he’d bitten and sucked onto your own precious body.

Yoongi’s head falls into the crook of your neck, hips relentless as he continues his onslaught of thrusts, crude slapping of skin on skin dulled out by your own staccatos of breathy ‘ah ah ahs’ filling the room as Yoongi harmonises with his own throaty groans. Practically folding you in half as your thighs squeeze your breasts together.

“Gonna come. Cum with me” he moans, angling his hips to try and find your sweet spot.

“There, there, there” you tell him, voice pitching higher as your body jolts up the bed. Bunny ears long forgotten as they lay abandoned on your pillow.

Yoongi pushes himself up to watch your face, breasts catching his attention as they bounce in time with his thrusts. “I love you so much” he groans, snapping his hips upwards.

He leans down, spit dribbling onto your right nipple before he leans down and takes the sensitive skin between his teeth.

“Play with yourself, doll” he groans.

Your hand trails between your bodies, slicked with sweat as you gather your own arousal onto your fingers, bringing it up to circle your clit. Your hips buck up to meet Yoongi’s halfway, your fingers drawing tight circles on your sensitive bud.

“Gonna cum” you tell your boyfriend, continuing your onslaught on your clit, pleasure licking up your spine.

“Me too. Together, okay?” his pelvis smacking into your own.

You feel his cock twitch, your fingers strumming at your clit in quick circles as you fall over the edge, vision turning white as your fingers cramp up, nails raking over your sensitive pearl, causing your thighs to clench, pulling Yoongi so he was completely buried in your cunt.

Your pulsating walls were enough for Yoongi to cum as well. His hips rolling sluggishly, no rhythm as he helps you ride out your high, his cock starting to soften as your thighs start to shake around his waist.

“Too much” you tell him, hips jolting as his pushes himself all the way in once more before pulling out.

Your chest releases a stuttering breath, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Yoongi pulls the condom off, tying it before he throws it in the trash beside the vanity, grabbing a rolled-up towel to help wipe up your slick stained thighs. He’s gentle as he does it, not wanting to push you into the worst kind of overstimulation.

He collapses beside you once he’s done, towel somewhere with his forgotten clothes on the floor, a task he’ll deal with later. “That really was a surprise” he hums.

“It was hard to keep a secret” you say, voice a little hoarse, “The package arrived like a week ago and I wanted to show you so bad”

“Thank whoever at work gave you the idea” he teases, frowning when you bite your lip, a little guilty, “What?” he asks, heart dropping.

“Well, you can thank them.” You give him a little smile, “It was actually Seokjin that said you’d like it”

“Why the fuck is Jin giving you advice on your sex life?” he gapes, arm falling over your waist.

“I really don’t know how we got onto that conversation” you tell him honestly, head tilting cutely in that way it does when you think, “But then he was telling me about that girl he’s dating—the one with kids, and he said he came home from work one day and she was wearing this really pretty lingerie”  

“Where does the playboy bunny come in?” he asks, watching your eyes light up.

You look down at your costume, bunched up around your waist, “Well I then asked Jungkookie what he thought about the idea because you know Jin can be a little… extra; and kook said maybe go for a costume or something for Halloween but make it sexy”

“And he suggested a bunny? That’s fitting” Yoongi snorts, thumb gently rubbing over your bare skin.

“No, it was actually Taehyung. Kookie must have told him about my idea, and he sent me this link to a website, they had some really cool stuff on there, we could try roleplay one day. They had a cat costume as well with little socks that have toe beans and a collar and everything”

“I’m starting to think you’re into pet play” Yoongi teases.

“Oh, no, I meant for you” you giggle, kissing away the crease in his brow as he narrows his eyes.

“Oh yeah!” you push yourself up on your elbows, ignoring how Yoongi watches your breasts bounce with the motion, “I bought Holly bunny ears too. I was gonna show you, but then… yeah” you scrunch your nose up at the state of your costume, “I think this needs a wash before it goes anywhere near the dog”

“Is that what you made me pick up” Yoongi closes his eyes, “the amount of shit that dog has, he doesn’t need bunny ears, darling”

“But I wanted us to match, it was gonna be so cute, but you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants long enough for me to go through with my whole Halloween plan before we had sex. Plus, I bought another little jumper for him as well so it wasn’t a wasted trip before you complain” you huff, and Yoongi can only smile, enamoured that even though you looked moments away from passing out from exhaustion you still seemed to have a little fire lit within you.

“Don’t act like it wasn’t your plan from the start, I bet you weren’t even reading” he accuses, and you gasp, ever the dramatic.

“Was too. And the guy took the girl out on a date before they fucked” you perse your lips.

“Is that so?” he muses, “We can always go on the date now” he peers over at the clock on the wall, “I don’t feel like cooking, it’s too late. Why don’t we order in?” he turns towards you, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “Then we can catch up on that series you liked the look of”.

“Oh, actually I bought pumpkin spice ramen for us to try”

“You what?” his mouth falls open.

“Huh?” you raise your eyebrows, “talking about the time, I really should pee and then shower, I feel sticky”

“Hey! You know I despise pumpkin spice anything, you’re not getting out of this one” he follows you as you push yourself off the bed, stripping out of your costume. It lays discarded on the floor as you wander into the bathroom, Yoongi not far behind you.

“Yeah, but it’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience. When are we ever eating pumpkin spice ramen again?”

“Never” his eyebrows crease in mild disgust and if he wasn’t so cute then maybe you would have been a little more offended.

“Exactly, it could taste like ass for all we know” you shrug, “And then you can justify your pumpkin spice hatred”

“It’s already justified” he tells you as he turns the water on, nudging your butt into the shower as he follows behind.

“Whatever, you’re lucky I love you” you muse, turning around, pushing yourself on your tippy toes to press an innocent kiss to his puckered lips.

“Love you too, I’ll make pumpkin soup next weekend”

“So, you do like pumpkin” you gape.

“Yeah” he smiles, “Only when it isn’t a marketing scheme”

You sigh, shoulders falling. “I really do love you” you can’t help the smile that tugs onto your lips.

“I love you more, as a matter of fact” he angles the water so it soaks your body.

“Crazy, science actually says that I love you more”

“Science is usually a bunch of bullshit. I dropped out of college anyways, science means jackshit”

“You’re unbelievable” you lean your head against his chest, heart beating languidly as he reaches over for your shampoo, lathering it up in his hands before he helps you wash your hair.

“Science proves that I may be unbelievable but a certain someone can’t seem to get enough of me” he replies, fingers expertly massaging your scalp.

“I wonder who that is”

“The woman I wanna marry”

Your eyes snap open at that, pulling away from Yoongi as you just stare at him.

“What?”

“What?”

“Marry? Me?” you point at yourself, eyes wide with wonder as your boyfriend shrugs.

“Who else?” he drawls, trying not to smile at the precious image of you, soap sudded hair, cheeks rosy from the steaming hot water, as you look at him like he had been the one to hang the stars in the sky.

“I don’t know, are you secretly dating someone else?” you narrow your eyes, wiping a dollop of shampoo from your forehead as it threatens to fall into your eyes.

“Guess you’ll never know” his lips tug into a smirk.

“This isn’t your proposal, right? I literally haven’t said yes and that’s probably really shitty of me”

“God no” Yoongi groans, “I’m not proposing in the shower, doll. I thought your surprise was you proposing” he admits, and you can’t help the laugh that bubbles up your throat.

You slap a hand over your mouth, “I hadn’t even thought of that, holy shit, were you disappointed?”

“What? No. I was relieved” he shakes his head, damp strands of hair stuck to his forehead, “I really want to be the one to propose and I almost shat myself thinking you were doing it tonight”

You snort, “Would you have said yes?” you ask, rinsing your hair, beckoning Yoongi over with a nudge of your head so you could wash him.

“I mean, yeah” he lets out a long breath, “and then told you to take it back so I could ask you instead”

“You really are unbelievable” you shake your head, “Does this mean I should expect a proposal at some point in the near future?”

Yoongi thinks back to that little velvet box that still sits in his nightstand drawer, then he narrows his eyes down at you, “I don’t know, should you?”

You smile up at him, “I love you”

“Jokes on you, I love you more” he turns you away from him, tugging your body wash from the shelf. “Ah Ah” he shushes you when you try and speak, “No more of that, just let me take care of you and then we can try your shitty ramen while we watch corpse bride or some other lame kids movie”

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swing life away | min yoongi

pairing: min yoongi x fem!reader

synopsis: it's your first anniversary as a married couple but not only did you forget today's special occasion, you also didn't prepare a self-made gift for your husband -- except for the bundle of joy in your womb.

rating: 18+

word count: 5.2k

tags/content warning: married au, pregnancy, slight angst, miscommunication, mentions of infidelity (no one's cheating), mentions of food and being vegan (no one's vegan), usage of babe/baby as endearment, semi-public sex, SMUT in the forms of oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do this unless you want kids or std), slight spanking, yoongi being a carpenter/loving husband/dumpling/etc.

this fic is inspired by the song "swing life away" by rise against and yoongi's woodcarving vlog :] enjoy!

Min Yoongi was many things.

He’s a skilled carpenter with his own woodshop business by day, and a rising songwriter/record producer by night. He’s a confident all-star basketball player back in his high school days and can still shoot perfectly whenever he plays with some of your shared friends in the backyard these days. He’s a great cook too, always indulging your cravings.

Min Yoongi was many things but most importantly, he’s your husband.

And a very observant one.

It’s been more than a month when he first noticed it. He wasn’t exactly sure what was “it,” but he knew it wasn’t good. He could tell there was something bothering in your mind one night you went home from work and claimed it’s nothing instead of ranting to him like the usual. Just a bad day at work.

A week after that was when you started to stay long hours at work, looking more pale and exhausted when you get home. It baffled Yoongi why you would spend more hours there if it’s stressing you and you’ve never actually worked overtime, but he knew he’s not one to talk about spending more time at work when he has two jobs and does one of those said jobs at home, so he shut his mouth. He didn’t say anything.

Not when you changed your perfume from an intoxicating fruity scent to a soft floral one. Not when he saw a receipt of you having your car interior cleaned and also changed the smell of it. Not when you didn’t want to have sex anymore, always pushing his hands away when they start to wander down there.

A lot of new small things bothered him, especially the last one but what made him almost lose it was when you had mistaken his dish, the one you claimed to be your favorite, for a different one.

x◇x◇x

“Do you like it?”

You nodded, despite still blowing the steam off of your spoon. When you finally tasted it though, he could tell on the look on your face that there’s something missing on his dish. “What is it? Did I not put enough fish sauce or tomato sauce?”

“You put fish sauce in this?” You asked, smiling adorably at your husband and reached across the table to hold his hand in assurance. “It tastes fine, babe, but there’s no need for fish sauce in this. You could’ve added more liver spread and cheese though. You know I love a lot of cheese in this.”

Yoongi closed his eyes for a moment to breathe. He understood the cheese part, you always add cheese to a lot of dishes that doesn’t even need cheese. “Y/N, I didn’t put liver spread because that dish doesn’t require liver spread. It needed fish sauce.”

“What are you talking about? Caldereta is all about the tender beef, tomato sauce, liver spread, and cheese!”

“That's afritada, Y/N. You’re favorite dish back home is afritada.”

Yoongi blinked and composed himself, trying not to look so wounded. He’s so damn sure you’re favorite was afritada, you’ve talked about it a lot. Hell, he’d already cooked it a couple of times before. He had the recipe that he searched online bookmarked on his browser, and he even went to the lengths of jotting them down on his journal just in case the link is taken down.

“Afritada… you mean this is chicken?” You scooped for some meat parts from the reddish soup dish, and there it was, your recent enemy: chicken. “I can’t eat chicken right now, Yoongi, I'm sorry.” You sat straight up, covering your mouth and nose with your hand.

“Of course, it’s chicken. It’s always been chicken, Y/N. It’s a chicken dish, that’s why you love it so much. Or loved, apparently, judging by your actions tonight.”

“I'm sorry,” your voice came out muffled as your hand was still covering your mouth.

“When did you start hating chicken?” he asked as he stood up to take your plate away and check the pantry to prepare something else for you.

“Um, my coworker, Seokhoon, he’s practicing to be a vegan lately so we thought we’d support him by also not eating meat…”

Yoongi’s ears perked up, hearing how your answer sounded uncertain and more like a question, so he pressed more, looking over his shoulder at you. “You were more than ready and excited to eat beef and cheese earlier but you wouldn’t eat chicken right now?”

You stared dumbfoundingly at him before shrugging. “I’m trying with small things like egg and chicken.”

“I made you an omelet for breakfast earlier.” He pointed out, holding your gaze.

“I… just started… to try being vegan earlier at lunch. And also meat are becoming pricey these days, our salary might not be enough. Sooner or later, we’re gonna have to cut back on our expenses. What would you rather give up—chicken or beef?”

Of course, Yoongi would rather eat tofu and bean sprouts for the rest of his life if it meant you get to eat properly and satisfy your cravings. But he didn’t bother to reply that as he cooked you a different dish that night. Fuck Seokhoon for influencing you to be vegan. Fuck the government for the rising prices and not handling the economy better.

x◇x◇x

Ever since that dinner night, Yoongi began to question your marriage. He wanted to talk to you because he didn’t know what to make of your actions anymore, but everytime you two were in the room together, he could you tell you were uncomfortable and couldn’t wait to get out of the situation. Besides, he’s afraid to ask because he knows he’s not prepared for any possible answers you'll give him.

You cheated? Yoongi knew it’s impossible. It had to be because he wouldn’t know what to do with that with that revelation. That would honestly break him.

You lost your job and was just actually driving around town to look for a new one and pass the time? It sounded stupid but not impossible. He would be disappointed and wish that you had told him sooner to prepare and possibly take on a third job.

You’re pregnant? He supposed this is a realistic scenario. You two had talked about this sincerely before getting married, of course, both wanting two kids. He just feels like it’s still early for babies and you two haven’t done all your goals as a married couple before becoming parents.

So he told himself to wait, that you would open up to him when you’re finally ready to unburden your problems. He’s a patient man after all.

But his patience seemed to be running thin today on the morning of your anniversary when he rolled over to your side as he woke up to cuddle you closer and hopefully start the day buried inside you.

He knew you’re awake, even with your eyes closed. You've been waking up earlier than him lately, one of your many changing habits. He took your hand that was hugging your stomach and pressed a soft kiss on your fingers, on your palm, on your wrist, trailing them across your arm up to your shoulder.

“Y/N,” he whispered your name, wishing for you to open your eyes when he nipped at your jaw. He called your name once again as his lips were ghosting over yours. Your eyelashes fluttered open just enough to look at him and when he finally saw your eyes, he leaned down to kiss you deeply.

You freed your hand from his to curl your fingers up into his long hair, urging him closer while the other slid up beneath his shirt, feeling the heat of his body that you’ve been missing for weeks now. You pulled your knees up as Yoongi settled himself in between your legs, grinding his hard cock against your core.

But just as his own hand started to drift down on your hips, you slowed down, giving his lips one last kiss before pressing your forehead to his. You both stayed there without any movements at all, just gasping for air and holding each other’s skin and flesh tightly every now and then.

When it sounded like you were about to apologize, he pressed a kiss on your forehead and whispered, “Happy anniversary, baby,” before bolting right out of the bed, before you could even say it back to him.

x◇x◇x

Despite your husband having his own woodshop and fulfilling his dreams in the music industry, you didn’t let go of your job when you and Yoongi got married.

You were on your way back to your desk from your third visit to the bathroom that morning when you saw the delivery man on the front door of the store carrying a gigantic bouquet of flowers he almost disappeared behind it.

“Min Y/N?” he asked, looking around the store.

Jia turned to the direction of the bathroom and pointed at you when she saw you. You stayed your feet at your place. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t move. The flowers looked beautiful—a bouquet of pale and dark red carnations, along with sunflowers, wrapped meticulously in craft paper and tied with a golden ribbon—but there’s a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach that’s making it hard for you to appreciate this.

“This is for you!” The delivery man presented the bouquet to you with a proud smile. When you didn’t move, he gingerly took your arms to place the flowers in them and then took off.

A minute must have passed by yet none of you and your colleagues moved or talked. It wasn’t until a client came in and needed assistance. Jia wrapped her arm around you and walked you back to your desk. As you sat down, you caught sight of the red card sticking out of the flowers. HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY, BABY.

Reading Yoongi's handwritten note, you recognized that bad feeling again that you knew all too well lately. Shame and guilt. You had to close your eyes and practice your breathing exercises before those bad feelings in your stomach turn into a pile of chunky vomit across the floor.

Jia, oblivious to your anxiety, swooned over the flowers. “Happy anniversary, Y/N!”

It’s the second greeting you’ve received today and you couldn’t help but wince when you remember how you froze when Yoongi greeted you.

You didn’t know how this special event slipped up your mind when staring at your calendar was all you’ve been doing lately. You were aware that your own anniversary was near and you even had a lot of ideas for DIY gifts to give to your husband.

You tried to make it up to Yoongi by going after him and showering together to have some hot shower sex even though the thought of sex was making you nervous lately. Yoongi turned down the offer though, saying you’re both gonna be late for work, which was a very pathetic excuse considering he’s his own boss and your own work doesn’t start in a couple of hours. So you showered together in silence.

Just as you’re about to calm down, you’re eyes widened in panic because not only you forgot your own anniversary day, of course you also forgot to actually make a gift despite tons of ideas in your journal and Pinterest board.

“Jia, I didn’t get him a gift!” It wasn’t even noon yet, and you’re already close to breaking down for the third time today.

“Well, the department store is just around the corner. I can come with you at lunch to buy something last minute.”

You shook your head and explained to her that buying some expensive stuff isn’t enough. Knowing your husband, he already made you a gift days ago. You’re not sure if it’s something from his woodshop or if he composed you a song, all you know is Yoongi probably made you a gift with love. No amount of money could compare to that.

“Well, there’s always sex?” At the sight of your face crumpling once again, Jia took back her suggestion. “Or not! Honestly, Y/N, this is why I’m all single and alone in life so I don’t have to give people gifts and you’re making me stress about your own anniversary gift.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“And really, you’re worrying about gifts when…” she paused to look down at your belly. “Have you told him yet?”

You shook your head.

“Well, there’s your anniversary gift, congratulations!”

“This is a stupid gift." Despite your harsh words, you wrapped arm protectively around your middle.

“Why? You said you want to give him something you made, well you made that. He even helped, too!”

You couldn’t possibly just announce you’re pregnant on your anniversary day? Right? Sure, it’s convenient and practical – two celebrations in one night!

But that’s not the actual thing that’s been bothering you. You’ve been hiding your condition to your husband for weeks now, when you should have told him that he’s a gonna be a dad the moment you saw the plus sign on a stick. But you didn’t because you’re scared and if you’re gonna be honest, also selfish. Selfish to have Yoongi the Husband™️ all to yourself just for a couple more days before he turns into Yoongi, your husband and the father of your unborn fetus. And then that selfishness turns into guilt for not telling him, for distancing yourself.

A part of you wished he’ll figure it out on his own, that’ll save you a speech.

x◇x◇x

Even before you started to spent late hours at work, Yoongi always comes home an hour or so before you. It usually gives him enough time to prepare for dinner.

However today, he asked his friend Seokjin to prepare a romantic dinner for you two as he would busy himself installing the porch swing he made as his anniversary gift for you.

With his long hair tied in a half bun, a few strands tucked behind his ears and locked into place with pins, and a safety googles on his face, Yoongi began by drilling two holes up into the ceiling joists where he would screw the hooks. When he’s done and swept away the dust, he took the chains that’s wrapped in rope for extra support and aesthetic purposes and attached them to swing before hoisting them up to the hooks.

Despite wanting his gift to be all handmade, Yoongi had no choice but to buy a small foam mattress and throw pillows to decorate the swing. He placed them all nicely and removed his googles before sitting down and testing the swing if it runs smoothly.

Swinging for a couple of minutes gave Yoongi enough time to relax from the stress of his jobs, from setting this swing up, from all his fears and worries.

It gave him enough peace from all the doubts and questions inside his head. He hoped that this would give you the same. He hoped that you seeing this swing – the one you dreamed for so long, the one that he promised you because how could he ever say no – will help you remember that the fact that you two get to celebrate this day was because of your love for each other and the trust you’ve built all these years even before marrying.

Yoongi had set up the swing in the right side of the house, facing a line of tall trees that secludes this house from the main road, and close enough to the backyard for some peace and privacy that if anyone walks or drives in to your lot, they wouldn’t see you right away as the beams would hinder their sight. But anyone who’s sitting here would see just fine if there’s someone coming in.

Just like Yoongi saw your car rolled in right away to park next to his pickup truck. He stood up and waved his arm to call your attention, excited to show you his gift. When you didn’t see him, he jogged up to the front and flashed a smile when you jumped up in surprise at the sight of him.

“What are you doing outside?”

“I have to show you something, come on!” He went to cover your eyes for surprise and guided you to the back.

You were expecting some surprise in the backyard, probably a dinner he cooked but your assumptions came into a halt as Yoongi stopped only after taking a few steps. When he removed his hands and told you to open your eyes, a cozy porch swing greeted your sight.

“That’s…” you trailed off, walking closer and wrapping your hand around the chain-rope. From the bulky design of the chain and rope to the uneven height of the wooden slabs of the back support, Yoongi made you the exact wooden swing that you drunkenly drew a long time ago when you two just started dating.

“Happy anniversary, Y/N.” You heard Yoongi say behind you, and you wish he had said it the way he greeted you this morning – with such coldness and hurt. You felt like you didn’t deserve this with the way you’ve been treating him this past month.

Not wanting to hurt him any longer and bring back normalcy in your relationship, you turned to look at him, your eyes teary and said, “I… I'm sorry, babe.”

“Why? What is it?”

“I…” You cleared your throat and wondered which should you say first: you didn’t get him any gift, or you’re pregnant. You figured you should go with the bad news first before softening the mood with the good news, you’re just not sure which is which. “I didn’t get you any gift. I actually forgot it’s our anniversary today, I’m sorry.”

Yoongi fell silent before chuckling nervously. Sure, forgetting your own anniversary was bad, but that’s little compared to what Yoongi was imagining these past few days. “That’s alright, I thought it was something serious.”

“Why? What did you think I was going to say?” you prodded before you drop your next bomb.

“I don’t know what I thought, honestly. Things haven’t been quite well with us lately, Y/N.” He shrugged, scratching his nape. “I thought of pregnancy. There’s one where you don’t actually have a job anymore and just didn’t want to say it. I also thought you’re cheating with fucking Seokhoon—”

“Seok-Seokhoon? Why the hell would you think that? I couldn’t stand that guy.”

“I don’t know Y/N, you tell me, you’re the one who suddenly didn’t want to eat chicken because fucking Seokhoon is trying to be vegan.”

You thought about the lamb chops Seokhoon devoured at lunch today. You also remembered the night Yoongi was referring to, when you almost spilled your guts literally and figuratively at the smell of the chicken.

“Seokhoon isn’t vegan. But one of your hunches is true.” You walked towards him, taking his hand in yours and placing it on your stomach. “I’m pregnant.”

Yoongi froze for a minute, staring at your eyes down to your stomach that he’s touching. His gummy smile slowly broke into his face, giggling as he asked to confirm, “Pregnant? With babies?”

You nodded, matching his smile. “Yeah, pregnant, but hopefully just a singular baby. Or fetus, I’m not sure, I haven’t been to a clinic yet. I was putting it off because I want you to be there at the first checkup since I left you in the dark when I took the test. I'm really sorry about that, Yoongi, I just didn’t know how to say it. I was scared and nervous myself about this baby and I kn—”

Yoongi cut off your ramblings by kissing you. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry I thought you were cheating when you were feeling this way all on your own. I should’ve asked you.”

You shook you head. “I'm sorry I let you think that, too. But there’s no way I would’ve betray you for Seokhoon or anyone else, really. I love you so much, Yoongi.”

You stood in your toes to kiss him again, muttering again and again how much you love him and how sorry you were. His hands stayed firmly on each side of you, and you didn’t pushed him away this time. You looped your arms around his neck and tugged him closer.

This one kiss – after all those weeks of just pecking and short kisses, after the frustrating mess that happened earlier morning – was so hungry and powerful and mind-numbing. You wouldn’t even wanna stop if a lightning strike near you two. You missed him so much, you would’ve take him right here, right now.

But Yoongi pulled away, breathing ruggedly as he said, “You haven’t tried it yet.”

“Tried the what yet?”

“The swing, don’t you wanna take a ride on it?”

Despite his innocent question referring to the swing, your eyes mischievously glinted and an idea popped into your mind. You took his hand and gestured for him to sit down. Trying to calm yourself down, you kissed your husband first before prying his legs open and kneeling down between them, instead of sitting beside him.

“What are you doing?” he smirked, enjoying the sight in front of him.

“I was thinking I could ride you on it instead, but first…”

With a coy smile, you unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear, freeing his hard cock. Licking your lips in anticipation, you wrapped your hand around him, thumb circling at the precum beading on his crown.

Yoongi hissed at sensation, bucking his hips up. “Fuck, baby, don’t tease me. It’s been a month.” His hands ran through your hair to keep them out of the way and prompted for you to start.

“Happy anniversary,” you greeted him before placing sloppy, wet mouth kisses on the head of his dick and moving them down while your hand was steadily stroking the base and the other was gently squeezing and rolling his balls.

When you made sure to coat every inch of his cock with your saliva, you kissed his crown one more time before taking him in your mouth, trying to fit whatever you can while your hand covered the rest.

“Ahh, that feels so good, babe. I’ve really missed you,” he rasped.

You moaned around him as you felt yourself getting wet even just at the sound of his voice and at the feeling of his heavy cock sliding in and out of your mouth. One of his hands weaved into your hair once again to carefully guide you at the pace he wanted. He bit his lip in concentration as he tried to restrain himself from just snapping his hips up to fuck your face but failing a couple of times, making you choke and teary-eyed.

Yoongi couldn’t help but groan at the sight of you, mouth wide open full of his cock, eyes in tears staring up at him. His other hand cupped your jaw, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“You’re doing so good, baby, taking my cock so well.”

His moans were getting louder and he started to lose control of his hips, a sign that Yoongi’s close to his orgasm. You released his cock to tease him a little bit, swirling your tongue over again at the sensitive spot of his crown as you pumped his length, making him all whiny as he repeated your name again and again like a mantra along with few curse words, before sucking him whole again with the intention of swallowing his hot cum. Which Yoongi delivered, a lot. And loudly.

You pulled yourself off of his cock, still semi-hard, and opened your mouth to show him that you’ve swallowed every drop of his cum. Still breathing heavily, Yoongi smiled proudly at you. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, Y/N baby. Come here.”

“Not to doubt you, but are you sure this won’t give out on us?” You asked, looking up at the ceiling where the swing is hanging.

“Of course not, at least three people can sit here. We’ll be fine, even when we finally have our kid sitting down here with us,” he replied, helping you get up at your feet.

You stared down at him, grinning at the thought of your kid playing at this very porch swing their daddy made in the future. But first, it’s gonna mommy and daddy’s turn on the swing for a while.

Because of the disastrous shower session earlier, you tried to make it up to your husband by wearing his favorite black lace lingerie underneath one of your red dress that gave out the equal vibe of classy and slutty to entice him on. You also figured, might as well wear them while you still can.

You unbuttoned the dress open from the top, revealing the lacy bra, causing Yoongi to raise his eyebrows.

“You wore lingerie to work?”

“Yeah, it turned out to be quite itchy and uncomfortable to wear for a long time actually,” you pouted. “Help me out of it, please.”

Yoongi leaned forward, one of his hands held you firmly by your waist while the other slipped beneath your dress, running his fingertips along the edge of your underwear before pulling them aside to sink a finger inside your cunt and moving it in a ‘come hither' motion. He added another finger while his thumb drew circles on your clit to send you over the edge.

You gasped, your hands paused from unclasping your bra to balance yourself on your husband’s shoulders as he stretched you out, spreading your slick all over your slit. When your juices had dripped down on his wrist, Yoongi took that as a cue that you’re wet enough and hooked his hands around your underwear to remove them before pulling you into his lap.

He gathered the skirt of your dress, bunching them up to your waist. You bit your lower lip as your pussy was pressing against his cock, feeling hard and thick against your wet core. Feeling impatient as Yoongi kissed your neck, you tried to move your hips, chasing that pleasure the friction gave you, in which you earned a gentle slap in the ass from him.

“Take this off,” he said, toying with the strap of your bra.

You nodded like a good girl, unclasping them from behind and took the straps of your shoulders. Yoongi pulled down your dress, revealing your tits. He stared at them for a second, both of his hands cupping each breast gently, thumbs grazing your soft skin and hardened nipple. You were about to make a joke when he leaned down to start licking and sucking one of your tits, while he massaged the other one.

While he was busy, you attempted to get yourself off by rocking your hips against him again, whether on his cock or his thigh, you didn’t care. A cry left your lips when he slapped your ass once again, a bit harder this time, before proceeding to grab your ass in his hands and dig his fingers in to help you move. You whimpered every time your sensitive clit rubbed pass his tip, making him almost poked your entrance.

Yoongi switched his attention on your other tit, but never faltering his movement to make you come on his cock. He could feel you’re close, your folds fluttering against his cock, your hips jerking more uncontrollably, your juices running down on his skin to the foam cushion he newly bought, making a mental note to buy a new one.

“Y—Yoongi…” you moaned, eyes scrunched close and head thrown back. “Oh, I'm gonna—oh fuck Yoongi—”

He looked up from your chest to stare at the fucked out expression on your face as you come, his hands on your hips controlling your move to help you ride out your orgasm. When he felt that you’re almost done coming down from your high, Yoongi lifted you up to line his tip against your entrance and helped you sink down on his cock. You moaned loudly at the feeling of your cunt being stretched out so deliciously after a month without an intercourse.

None of you spoke for a while, but you were thankful that Yoongi didn’t fuck you right away and instead let you adjust to the size as he sucked and nibbled every inch of your skin.

“If I’m pregnant right now, does that mean we don’t need a condom for a while? Or you can still get me pregnant while I’m pregnant?”

“It can happen, but it’s rare.” Yoongi saw your concerned expression, so he asked, “Do you want me to wear one?”

You smiled and shook your head immediately. “No. I want to feel you.” With that being said, you hooked your arms across his shoulders and started to bounce on his cock, grinding your clit on his pelvis everytime you come down.

Despite the frustrations and longing that Yoongi had built up for a month, he managed to calmly hold back and sit there as you ride him. At the back of his mind, he was also hesitant to pound his dick in and out of you without a care because he’s afraid he might hurt the baby. So he let you control the pace while his hands wander over your body, palming your tits and smacking your ass.

“Ahh Yoongi… please, fuck me.” You couldn’t keep your upper body straight anymore as your walls began on clenching around his dick, so you leaned your head on his shoulder. “I can’t—I feel so close again…”

“I know, baby, I got you now. You did great,” Yoongi whispered tenderly, placing a kiss on your head. He gripped your thighs in place, thrusting his hips upward into you and picked up the pace to bring you to your second orgasm.

You cried out in pleasure as Yoongi kept hitting that sweet spot inside you, your body beginning to tremble in his arms. You could feel him getting close too by the way his thrusts were being quick and sloppy so you curled your hand around the curly strands on his nape, your lips leaving wet kisses on his neck as you tried to give him hickeys.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, holy shit baby…”

You were lucky you live in a remote place and didn’t have any neighbors for miles as they would’ve surely heard Yoongi's loud groans and your high-pitched moans as you came together. Yoongi had thrust one more time inside you, bringing your hips down as he flushed your bodies together and filled your cunt with his thick cum.

None of you wanted to move at that moment, just catching up on your breaths and occasionally rocking your hips into each other for a potential round two when your stomach had a sudden craving — dumplings.

And dumplings reminded you of — “Oh my, god, we’re gonna have a baby dumpling in a few months.”

“I’m not a dumpling,” he groaned, burying his face on the crook of your neck as you laugh.

Min Yoongi was many things—a carpenter, a songwriter and producer, a basketball player, a dumpling (despite his denial), your loving husband, and in a few months, a proud father.

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after hours | myg x reader

for whatever reason, your boss liked to work you to the bone. your countless hours of overtime and extra work never seemed to tide him over, he always expected more. after a year, your patience was wearing thin, so you finally decide to ask him what it is exactly he wants.

↳ pairing: boss!yoongi x reader

↳ setting: office worker au, kinda angsty, smut

↳ warnings: explicit sexual content, bondage, unethical power dynamics/abuse of power, degradation, unprotected sex (dont do it bbyz), hurt and comfort, dacryphilia, mean dom!yoongi, teasing, spanking, creampie, no aftercare, female prefixes for reader (miss).

↳ side note: word count is 3.3k!

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"goodnight!" your coworker called out over his shoulder, waving at you as he rounded the corner and left you alone in your cold, clinical office. you hadn't even bothered to look away from your screen, just humming in response. you were tired. exhausted, if you were being honest with yourself.

you couldn't afford to be honest with yourself though, you didn't have the time. your boss, min yoongi, had asked you to send another updated report to him due in twenty minutes. you were scrounging through emails, looking to find a reference number that you knew your coworker probably hadn't even thought to send to you. it was getting impossible.

you glanced over to the corner of your desktop screen to check if you'd missed yet another dinner with the guy you'd been seeing on and off again for the last year.

7:12pm

not only were you meant to meet him at 7, but you were meant to finish work at 4. before you could even let out a frustrated sigh and search for your phone to apologise, you felt the weight of a hand rest on the back of your chair, tilting you backward, making you lose your balance.

your panicked eyes flew up to the perpetrator, coloured with a mix of anger and confusion. "do i need to enroll you in training for how to sit in a chair now?" yoongi spoke, an arrogant smirk tugging on his lips. if only he wasn't your boss, you'd think about slapping him.

you gathered yourself and swiftly sat upright, twirling the chair around slightly to break his grip. it had been over a year yet, you were still stunned by how beautiful your boss is. his dark hair was swept softly behind his ears, allowing the harsh office lighting to highlight the peaks of face, his nose and cheekbones. you'd accepted the job offer the second he'd extended it. how could you refuse a face like that?

you remembered how soft his lips looked when he'd smiled at you for the first time, right when you came in for your interview. if you'd known then that you'd be working 11 hour days, maybe you'd have realised that he was likely smiling because you'd fallen right into his trap.

"how's the report coming along?" he asked as his smirk faded into a stern line. you sighed, glancing back at your monitor. "i'm just looking for one last item, and i'll be done." you explained, attempting to keep the fatigue out of your tone to no avail.

"you're still new, but you should be working on your efficiency, y/n." he sighed, shifting his weight to lean on your desk. you swallowed the anger growing in your throat, nodding in response. "yes, sir." you bit the inside of your cheek, lost for words at his condescension. silence filled the room, and the tension in your stomach was growing unbearable.

what the fuck did he want from you?

none of your other coworkers had to submit daily reports, and you were the only one expected to bring everyone coffee in the morning, the only one expected to set up meeting rooms for yoongi without being asked, the only one who did almost four hours of over time every day.

"d-did everyone have to do all this when they started here?" you asked, gulping as you suppressed the anxiety that rose from questioning your boss. he raised an eyebrow at you, crossed his arms across his chest, and sighed, not breaking his scolding gaze. "what do you mean?"

"oh, i- uh." you stuttered, heat spreading across your face. "the reports, and the..." you trailed off, eyes darting across the empty office. "the overtime." you finished quietly.

yoongi stared at you, examining the pink flush growing across your cheeks and ears. his eyes flashed with amusement as you squirmed under his gaze, desperate for him to break the silence and answer the question. "i- i don't mind, it's just..." you stuttered, unable to look anywhere besides the floor beneath you.

"...you just?" he asked, voice dripping with levity.

"i mean, tonight, for example," you swallowed, struggling to find your words. "i had plans that i had to miss because of all the extra work." you heard him let out a short exhale, a silent laugh at your desperate plea. "extra work? you think you're working harder than your coworkers?" he mused. your eyes flew up to meet his teasing grin, shocked at his misinterpretation of your words. "that's not what i meant-" you began to explain, shifting in your seat.

"is there somewhere you'd rather be, miss y/n?" he asked smugly grinning at your panicked state. you hesitated, because yes, of course, there was somewhere you'd rather be. he stretched his hand out on your desk, sliding his pointer across it before checking for dust. "how about you finish the report, and then we can talk." he added, standing up from his position on your desk before straightening his blazer jacket and nodding his farewell at you.

-

after yoongi's brief intervention, you'd finished even later than you anticipated. the printer jamming didn't help either, you'd only managed to place your report on your boss's desk before 8pm. it was already dark out and you were contemplating calling an uber instead of catching the bus when yoongi interrupted your train of thought. "before you go," he spoke, gesturing to the seat in front of you at his desk. without a word, you took a seat, placing your hands in your lap.

"tell me about how you're being overworked." he invited, leaning back in his chair. your eyes flickered to the small of his waist, and you noted that he'd taken his jacket off, now tossed on the couch against the wall. you eyed his collar, the loosened tie, the top button undone. you'd never seen him disheveled like this.

"well?" he asked, noticing exactly where your eyes were going.

"i- i mean, i'm the only one here so far after hours." you spoke, stumbling over your words as you snapped out of your sinful thoughts. "and doing the team reports, i- i don't..."

a smile spread across his features as he slowly stood up from his chair and sauntered over to you, seating himself on his desk, his thighs only inches away from your knees. "i'm here too, you know." he spoke almost in a whisper, drawing you in. "you know the saying about diamonds being forged under pressure?" he added, not expecting an answer.

you shook your head, frustration building up and spreading across your body. "i guess i just don't know what you expect of me, sir." you sighed, unable to prevent the anger you felt slipping into your speech.

yoongi tutted, crossing his legs in front of you. "only the best from you," he laughed quietly. "you want to know how to please me, y/n?" he asked, fingers tracing down the length of his tie as his facade of professionalism seemed to vanish. you nodded, ignoring the icy sensation of butterflies in your stomach. he leaned over, lowering his face until it was just above yours. "be better." he spoke.

your eyes started burning and tears formed at their corners almost instantly. the sinking feeling in your stomach was almost painful as your chin quivered at the insult. you couldn't look at him. you had been working hellish hours, day in and day out at his request and this is how he regarded you. your view of the floor began to blur as a tear fell down your cheek and onto your thigh.

you flinched and closed your eyes as yoongi extended his arm to you and cupped your face, the pad of his thumb smearing a tear across your cheek. his touch was cold, providing relief for you in your heated state. you couldn't help but lean into his hand, despite your anger. "so pretty," he said under his breath as it hitched. you opened your eyes and looked up at him, confused. through your blurred vision, you saw him swallow.

"fuck," he breathed, staring into your eyes as his hand went from your face to his mouth. you wiped your eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to save yourself from the humiliation of crying in front of your boss. "stand up." he demanded, face deadly serious while you stared at him, bewildered. after you sat there, still, his hand reached out to pull you from the chair. you felt how hard and fast your heart was beating, how the confusion slowed your brain down, heat stirring deep inside you.

"you're such an obedient worker," he spoke, still looking down over you as he leaned on his desk. "always do whatever i say,". silence filled the room again as your heart hammered in your chest. you hated him for doing this to you and you were embarrassed, but his hot-and-cold tone made it impossible for you to leave. his words made you feel something, a mixture of humiliation and heat. you wanted his approval, his validation and you wanted him. you wanted it so bad you ached.

"that's why i keep you around, y/n." he finally spoke.

you gulped, the frustration and confusion mixing to form a mess of arousal and eagerness to please your boss. "y-you keep me back because i do what you want?" you ask, trying to keep what was left of your professional composure, although yoongi's had clocked out a long time ago.

he nodded slowly, breathing you in as you stood before him. "bend over." he instructed, finally standing. "that's what i want." he added, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. you contemplated it, mulling it over in your mind. yoongi wasn't going to make you do it, he was waiting to see how far you'd go.

"you'll let me go home at a reasonable hour?" you asked, it slowly dawning on you what exactly you were negotiating over. yoongi hummed and walked behind you, pulling the chair away from the desk. "i don't think you'll want to, but we'll see.". the thought sent a wave of electricity through you.

you didn't know what to expect from yoongi. of course, you'd thought about fucking him, but in your fantasies you were made to share a bed at some work trip, it had been romantic and critically, hadn't started with you crying. nevertheless, you stepped forward towards the desk and placed your hands on the cool wooden surface.

you felt his hand press against the expanse of your thigh, rubbing it over in soothing motions before he retracted it and landed a cruel, hard slap against the tender spot. you groaned at the lingering sting on your skin, knees buckling beneath you as your jaw clenched. "what you really lack," he spanked your thigh again, harder and higher up your legs. "is discipline."

he placed a hand on your back, pushing you further down and bringing your face flush against the desk. you felt your skirt hitch up and rest against your hips, revealing your plain black underwear. you certainly hadn't expected anyone to be seeing your ass today, otherwise, you might have worn something a litter lacier. yoongi didn't seem to mind as he groped the flesh of your ass before landing another slap, this time on your behind, earning a strangled moan.

"this is what you're good for," he growled as he brought your hands behind your back. you heard the rustling of fabric before feeling him place his tie around your wrists, wrapping it tightly around them before pulling it into a knot with a swift yank. he spanked you again before stepping back to take in the sight with an approving smile.

"so tell me where you'd rather be, y/n." he mused, rubbing the reddening hand marks on your skin. "getting fucked by some fucking low-life who can't even pick you up from work? was that one of the plans you've had to miss because of your mean boss?" his fingers drifted over your aching core and you shifted your hips, desperate for relief from the stinging his ruthless slaps had caused. he responded by applying more pressure as he stroked you over your folds.

"so fucking desperate," he chided, pressing your underwear into your soaked core. "you should hear the way your coworkers speak about you. such a pretty thing, such a tight ass." he was mimicking someone, you couldn't tell who.

you let out a hum, unable to answer as the reality of the situation was still forming in your mind. you just wanted him, you didn't care anymore. you wriggled your hips, backing them into his palm. his free hand slipped onto your hip, pulling your underwear down until they were at your knees. from the corner of your eye, you saw him bend down onto his knees as both of his hands regained their grip on your ass. "please," you whined, pleading for his taunting to be over.

his tongue was hot and wet, licking long stripes and pushing past your folds. the foreign feeling sent you reeling, and you let out a high-pitched moan as you felt your face heat up against his desk. he stood up and leaned over you, his face behind your ear as his fingers found their way to your clit. "obedient little slut," he hissed, his venomous words shooting straight to your core. "you come into my office every day after hours wearing your tight skirts and heels,"

he rubbed your clit in fast, tiny circles making you moan whenever his index finger passed over it with a little too much pressure. "and you wonder why i always keep you back?" he laughed incredulously, you could hear the disbelief in his voice. he stood back up, removing his hand from your soaked pussy. you heard him fiddle with his zipper before pulling his cock out of his slacks. you wished you could see it, you just knew it would be as pretty as he was. he pumped it slowly, looking over you as you squirmed in your powerless position. "can't fucking take it anymore," he sounded desperate. you wondered how long he'd been thinking about this, planning this.

you weren't prepared when you felt his cock press against you, its smooth length coating itself in your arousal. he groaned as he rubbed himself against you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you into him. "tell me to stop," he said, almost begging. you knew how bad this would be for him, for you, for the company, but you couldn't. you needed him.

"i want you," you replied in your softest of voices. "please, sajangnim"

you felt him line himself up behind you before slowly entering you, filling your core as you fluttered around him. you let out an unrestrained moan in tandem, finally feeling a ripple of pleasure wash over you. he didn't ease you into it before pumping himself into you, using a firm grip on your hair as leverage for his merciless thrusts. "fuck," he exclaimed, throwing his head back as he fucked you over the desk, papers and pens falling to the floor. "you're my slut," he panted.

you nodded against the desk, his unrelenting strokes invoking waves of ecstasy every time his cock filled you up. "yours," you agreed mindlessly. "only yours."

he slapped your ass, the pain adding to the spreading pleasure taking over your body. "you'll fuck when i want you to fuck," he spoke through his grunting. "say you'll suck my dick whenever i ask."

you could barely register his words through your moans and the deafening pleasure. "yes, sir, whatever you want." despite your concession, he slapped the side of your thigh. he fucked you, unrelenting and unforgiving like he'd been deprived for years.

he used your tied wrists to pull you flat against his chest as his other hand snaked around your front, rubbing between your folds and stroking your clit as you moaned at the overstimulation. "greedy slut." he spat, sharply impaling you with a powerful thrust that hurt. you felt the tie come loose from your wrists.

you whined, needing him to be satisfied and continue pleasing you like he had been. he pulled out of you, forcefully turning you around and pushing your ass into his desk. for the first time, you saw his crazed expression, lips wet, coated with spit and your essence. his pupils were blown out and his expression was serious, almost furious. if you weren't so turned on, you'd almost be scared.

as he pushed you further onto the desk, you used your palms to keep your balance as he carelessly brought one of your legs up and around his waist. for a brief moment, you eyed his cock- thick and hard. pretty, like you'd expected.

you couldn't look for long before he slotted himself between your legs and entered you again, his eyes trained on your chest as your tits bounced in response to his thrusts. his lips were parted as he fucked into you, cockily driving into you like he knew how good it felt.

moans passed your lips before you could register them, your orgasm building even quicker now that you could actually see what he was doing to you. "lie down." he grunted, pushing you down before you could respond. he lifted your other leg and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk, the tip of his cock pumping your hilt, drawing a pained groan from your throat.

this position was almost too much for you to handle, allowing yoongi to reach deeper inside of you than he had before. or really, deeper than anyone had before. your palms tapped against his arm in desperation as you gasped, ready to reach your orgasm. "please, i'm going to-" you began. he slapped your thigh, cutting you off and breaking your train of thought. he continued rolling his hips into you at a tireless pace, desperate to reach his own end. "such a slut for me, cumming on my cock already?"

you hummed, nodding eagerly at his words. one of your legs fell as he released his hold, his hand finding its way to your pussy to rub soft circles over your clit. you were almost sobbing, the pleasure ripping through you pitilessly. you arched your back as his cock slid in and out of you while the first wave of your orgasm began to crash, wetness spreading down your legs and onto the desk. "yoongi!" you exclaimed as he fucked you through the peak your orgasm, your fingernails digging into his toned arms. your vision began to whiten as you came, unable to think of anything besides how incredible and intoxicating he felt inside you.

the fluttering of your walls and increasing tightness around his cock became too much, and yoongi lowered his gaze to where the two of you met. a thick ring of white had formed at the base of his cock, and it sent him over the edge. he dug his fingernails into the flesh of your thigh as he released a whiny grunt at the realisation. you felt him pulsate inside you, his thrusts becoming unrestrained and rigid as his eyes crammed shut. his grunts became moans as you felt him release inside you, your name falling from his lips in breathy pleas. his thrusts finally slowed as his tip became too sensitive to continue.

he unsheathed himself and tucked his wet cock back into his pants, you could still make out the hard, thick shape underneath. silence filled the room as you began to move, closing your legs and hopping off the desk. yoongi raised an eyebrow and bent down to pull your underwear back up against your pussy. "don't waste a fucking drop." he whispered before winking at you. you straightened out your skirt as you processed his words.

he'd finished inside you.

he rubbed your clothed cunt before standing back up and fixing your collar, as if he was getting ready to send you back off to work. though, you had a feeling he wasn’t done yet. "i'll drop you home." he spoke, turning on his heel to grab his jacket from the couch.

like he hadn't just completely changed everything for you.

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sugar | myg

pairings » ceo!yoongi x f. reader

genre » strangers to lovers, neighbours au, fluff, smut

summary » desperately in need of sugar to make coffee in order to ease down your headache, you find yourself knocking on a strangers door who happens to be your best friend’s friend and the finest man you’ve ever encountered.

warnings » drinking, swearing, kissing, pool party, cold yoongi, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, foreplay, blowjob, fingering, dirty talk, making out, some nipple play, begging, praise kink, orgasm control, hair grabbing, penetration, teasing, just yoongi being hot

word count » 11k

a/n » some italics part indicate past dialogues and some indicate personal thoughts.

You had just finished placing the last few boxes in your new apartment with the help of your friend, Hoseok.

“Thank you so much Hobi! I don't think I could've done this without you.” You said, smiling at him.

“Are you crazy Y/N? Don't thank me, what are friends for?” He retorted, being offended by the fact that you thought he wouldn’t have helped you, whether you asked him to or not.

“No it’s just that you’ve been busy and I didn't want to bother you. I'd feel horrible knowing you can’t rest the one day you’re free just because of me.” You explained, feeling a bit guilty.

“Hey, it’s all cool. I'm glad you finally found yourself an apartment though, it's nice here.” He replied, looking around the place as you can see how satisfied he was with the amount of sunlight approaching the room.

“Indeed it is.” You nodded, agreeing with him.

It finally feels like home, your home.

“Better treat me to a nice dinner later missy.” He joked making you chuckle.

“Of course mister. After I set up the apartment properly that is.” You joked back.

“Do you need help with setting anything up? You know I can always jus—“

You sighed before walking up to him and intertwining your hands with his.

”Hobi, I'm fine. I want to do this all on my own now. I really appreciate your help though, you’ve been nothing but a hardworking and supportive best friend. Thank you so much for always being there for me, I love you.” You blurted out.

“Now, should I take that as you officially confessing your love for me Y/N?” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “As friends Hoseok, but seriously, thank you so much for everything.”

“Of course, anytime, I’m just a call away you know.” He said, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a hug.

You hummed, instantly giving into his warm body with your head resting on his chest. Both of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes until the sudden ringing of a phone made you two pull apart. Hoseok fetched his phone out from the back pocket of his jeans and widened his eyes looking at the caller ID.

“Shit! I need to go Y/N. Sorry, I forgot I had to meet mom today.”

“It's fine Hobi, thanks once again and tell your mom I said ‘hi’.” You replied, leading him to the door.

“Will do.” He asserted, opening the door to walk out.

“By the way my friend lives in that apartment. If you need anything you can ask him, I'll let him know about you.” He said, pointing at a door across the hallway to which you nodded.

“Alright thanks Hobi, bye!” You beamed.

“Bye Y/N,” and with that he left. You went back inside, closed the door and leaned your back on it. You admired your apartment space and tried to figure out where to start setting up from.

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After 10 long hours, you finally sat down on the sofa you had just finished arranging.

“My head hurts now.” You whined.

Knowing exactly what you need to ease it down, you made your way towards the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee. However, you realized that your plan of getting groceries today didn’t work out and you didn’t have any sugar left in the house.

A sudden thought of calling Hoseok to bring you some came to your mind but you quickly dismissed it knowing it’s 10pm. You didn’t want to bother him anymore. That's when your mind clicked, recalling Hoseok's words before he left.

His friend.

For a good 7 minutes, you debated on whether you should knock and ask for some sugar or not before finally concluding your decision. You definitely need a cup of coffee or your headache will get even worse and you know you won’t move a single inch to finish setting up the left bit of the apartment.

“Fuck it!” You mumbled and quickly slid a purple hoodie over your tank top before leaving your apartment.

Standing in front of a door similar to yours, you took a deep breath before knocking on it. You don’t even know why you’re so nervous, he’s Hoseok's friend and your neighbor. Neighbours help each other right?

Not getting any response back the first time, you knocked again. Still not getting any response, you decided to leave but the door suddenly opened. You stood there in shock, seeing such a handsome man standing by the door. He was wearing an oversized white shirt over black track pants with a white towel wrapped around his neck. It looked like he just came out of the shower and was trying to dry his wet locks.

“Yes?” He questioned in a deep voice, staring straight into your soul.

“Umm hey, I don’t know if he told you yet but I’m Hoseok's friend that moved in. I ran out of sugar and I needed it this instant, so is it okay if I can borrow some? I’ll make sure to give you bac—“

Thud.

What the fuck. Did he just slam the door on your face? What does he think of himself? Of course you just had to encounter another person with good looks but a shitty personality. You never knew Hobi had such a rude friend. You scoffed and started walking back to your apartment but suddenly heard the door behind you click open again.

“Where are you going?”

You immediately turn around only to spot Hoseok's friend standing, peeking out his door.

“I thought yo—“ before you could complete your sentence you saw him walking towards you.

“Take the whole pack, I'm not wasting time taking out only a bit.” He stated, handing over a whole 2kg bag of sugar.

“Oh I don’t need that mu—“

“Just take it. Pay me a quarter back later.” He retorted, pushing it further to you as you took it.

Guess he’s not that bad, just a man with a cold personality.

“Uh okay, thanks—“ before you could even ask for his name or say anything, he was already walking back to his place. You watched him stop in-front of his doorway and reach his hand out to twist the door knob, before briefly glancing at you.

“It’s nice finally meeting you Y/N, I'm Yoongi.”

Thud.

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It's been two days since you moved in and had that encounter with Yoongi. You remember ranting to Hoseok about it yesterday which only led him to erupt into laughter.

“He’s just like that Y/N, at least he gave you some sugar. He was probably tired from work so don't think too much. Yoongi doesn’t talk much but he’s nice.”

Although he has good looks you wish to never face him again, but here you are. Hoseok’s words ringing in your head as you once again find yourself standing in front of his door. Before you could even knock, the door opened itself revealing Yoongi. You can see that he was also in the same shock as you. I mean why wouldn’t he be? He definitely wouldn’t have expected you out of everyone to be standing by his doorway, first thing on a Monday morning.

“Good morning! I just wanted to return your pack of sugar and pay for it, here’s the money.” You said, extending the quarter and the pack of sugar to him.

“Oh, thanks.”

Your eyes then finally travelled down to his outfit. He was wearing a black blazer with a white shirt underneath, neatly tucked into his black dress pants as one of his hands carried a pair of shades. You looked back up and noticed how his hair was neatly parted through the middle.

Fuck he looks hot.

One thing about Hoseok, that man has some really good looking fucking friends. You’ve met three of them before Yoongi. If you may recall, the three being Jimin, Namjoon and Seokjin. You don’t think you have ever seen a friend group consisting of such good looking people, to be honest. He hasn’t introduced you to the other two yet but you’re sure they’re probably hella fine as well.

“Do you need anything else?” You didn’t realize that you had been staring at him so his voice slightly made you flinch.

“Huh? Uh no sorry i’ll take my leave now, thank you once again.” You smiled to which he nodded, and you left.

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“Mom you didn’t have to, you know?” You said to your mom as the two of you were in the elevator, going up to your apartment.

“Don’t be ridiculous Y/N. My daughter bought her own apartment with her own money for the first time and you think I wouldn’t come visit?” She retorted.

“I don’t mean it like that, it’s a 2 hour drive away and dad is sick.“

“Your dad is fine now and just recently started going back to work, don’t worry too much.” She assured, as the both of you had walked out the elevator and made it in front of your apartment door.

“Alright, I'm sure he didn’t come since he would be busy catching up with work so I’ll go meet him at the company sometime this week.” You said, opening the door with your keys.

“Of course, he’ll be so happy to see you.” She beamed.

When the two of you stepped foot inside, your mom began scanning the whole place. Going through the whole apartment, she kept the same look until the two of you had sat down on the sofa.

“Oh my god Y/N, it’s beautiful, I love it!” She exclaimed, making you chuckle.

“I’m glad you liked it, I worked hard on arranging everything nicely with the help of Yoora of course.”

“It looks wonderful! I'm so proud of you and speaking of Yoora, how is she and Hoseok?” Your mom asked, holding your hands.

“Yoora and Hoseok are both fine, just busy these days. They sent their greetings to you though,” you replied.

“Make sure to send my greetings back, tell them that I miss them and am very thankful that you have friends like them.”

“That would definitely boost their ego but will do,” you said, making the two of you laugh.

You spent almost 4 hours talking to your mom and even facetimed Hoseok and Yoora in the middle. The two complained about how busy they were with work while you were lucky enough to have 2 weeks off. The three of you have been best friends since you were 5 so all your parents loved the three of you like their own children. Your mom and the two had the time of their life talking to each other after so long. It was almost around 8pm when you heard knocking on your door. Who would it be at this time? You wondered.

“You had someone coming over?” Your mom asked.

“No but I think the parcel I ordered came in. Let me go check,” you answered as she nodded.

You got up and walked towards the door. Once you opened it, you were greeted by the sight of a huge brown box and a man dressed in a simple black hoodie and jeans. His hair was fluffy too. Very boyfriend material of him but he wasn’t a delivery man—

“Yoongi?”

“Uh hey, you actually had this box outside your door this afternoon and you weren’t home so I took it to my place in case someone takes it.” He nervously explained.

Cute.

“Oh my god, thank you so much!” You exclaimed.

“It’s a bit heavy, let me help you carry it inside.” He insisted, seeing you struggling to get the box in.

“Oh thanks, I'm so sorry you had to carry it to your place.” You apologized thinking of how he might’ve struggled to carry your huge and heavy parcel to his apartment. Hoseok was right, he is nice.

“Right here is fine Yoongi, thank you once again,” you said, finally placing the box down.

“It’s fin-“

“Oh my, who might this young man be?” You heard your mom ask.

Oh shit, you completely forgot she was here.

“He’s just my neighbour, don’t assume anything mom.” You declared before she could say anything more.

“You know you don’t have to hide anything from me right?” She smiled as you saw how Yoongi's eyes widened, understanding what she meant.

“Mom. I’m not hiding anything, he lives across the hallway we met just a couple days ago.”

“Well then invite this handsome neighbour of yours for dinner at least.”

“Mom!” You whined showing her exactly how embarrassed and mad you are.

“It’s nice to meet you ma'am and thank you for your invite but I’m afraid I can’t accept it as I have other plans and need to leave sorry.”

That was so formal, he sounded so nice.

“Oh I see, such a respectful man. Please come next time when you’re free, I'm sure Y/N can cook you some delicious food.”

“Uh of course ma'am, have a goodnight, I’ll take my leave now.” Yoongi stated before locking eyes with you and walking out the door.

As soon as you heard the door shut, you immediately locked it and rushed towards your mom to rant about what just happened and how embarrassing it was.

“We should go eat Y/N,” your mom said, having enough of you rambling on and on.

You sighed, “you’re right. I'm very hungry, let's go eat!”

You were now walking back to your apartment after dropping off your mom by the car your dad had sent for her to go back from. She left a little while after having dinner and made sure to convince you to befriend Yoongi and possibly start dating him.

There’s no way you would. You two don’t even know each other and he’s too rude sometimes.

Speaking of Yoongi, you need to apologize to him about your mom. You know there’s no way you’d face him after the embarrassing situation that occurred so you texted him instead. Surprisingly he texted back in just a few minutes.

[y/n] 9:38pm: Hey, this is y/n

[y/n] 9:39pm: I just wanted to apologize for how my mom reacted. I’m so sorry, she’s just like that, I hope you understand and forget whatever happened.

[yoongi] 9:43pm: it’s okay, I already forgot

[yoongi] 9:43pm: but how did you get my number?

[y/n] 9:43pm: from hoseok

[yoongi] 9:45pm: alright, well I gtg

[y/n] 9:46pm: oh ok bye goodnight

[yoongi] 9:46pm: gn

dry texter but whatever, now that that’s cleared, you can peacefully sleep.

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“Yoora, I’m on my way to meet dad right now, I’ll call you later okay.” You said, eyes focused on the road ahead of you.

“You better call though, I have some important news to share.”

“Okay okay don’t worry, I will. I need to know your tea anyways.”

You heard her chuckle, “trust me you would love it.”

“On second thoughts, tell me now.” You retorted, getting excited about the ‘important news’ she wanted to share.

“Nope, call me later bye!”

“Yoora no!” You yelled but she hung up already.

You wondered what happened in the span of 3 days that got her so excited. The last time you talked was when your mom was here. She was completely fine and normal so something big definitely happened. Thinking about Yoora and her important news, you didn’t even realize that you already reached your dad's company.

Parking the car and walking inside the tall glass building, you were greeted by the two beautiful receptionists who immediately recognized you as the chairman’s daughter.

“Hey, is dad free?” You asked the receptionist at the front desk.

“He’s in his office Miss Y/N, but I’ll call him and let him know you’re here.” She responded.

“Uh no! I actually wanted to surprise him so there is no need to inform him. I’ll just go.” You protested.

“Alright but he has someone over right now.”

“It's okay, I'll just wait outside his office till he’s done.” You said.

“As you wish Miss Y/N.” She respectfully bowed.

You returned it and walked towards your dad's office being all excited to meet him and ready to scold him for getting sick. Once you reached the hallway to your dad’s office, you were surprised to see a familiar figure and someone you thought you would never meet here of all places.

“Yoongi? What are you doing here?” You questioned as you walked up to him.

“Y/N?” He raised a brow turning towards you.

“You two know each other?” Your dad beamed in.

“Dad!” You exclaimed and jumped into his arms.

“Hey sweetheart, how are you?” He asked.

“I'm all good, how are you now?”

“Much better, especially now that you're here.” He replied, ruffling your hair as the two of you chuckled.

“Anyways back to my question, you two know each other?” Your dad asked once again.

“We’re neighbours.” Yoongi and you retorted at the same time.

“Dad, how do you know him and why are you here Yoongi?” You questioned both of them.

“He’s the CEO of Min Productions, we just finalized a deal and collaboration.” Your dad proudly announced.

You were beyond shocked. Yoongi, Min Yoongi, your neighbour, Hoseok's friend, he is the CEO of one of the biggest companies in all of South Korea.

“I was going to tell you about him to help with your work but good thing you came. Maybe we can just discuss all that right now. If that’s fine with you and Yoongi of course.” Your dad said, eyeing the two of you.

“Sure, I don’t have any other schedule for today.” Yoongi confirmed.

“Perfect! How about you Y/N?” Your dad asked.

“Oh yea sure.” You replied, still baffled about the new information you had just learned about Yoongi.

With that, the three of you went inside your dad's office and discussed a few deals, details and designs you could all work on. Your dad had two companies and you were working in the other smaller one. The companies were known for their great interior house designing. Yoongi's company being the biggest and most famous one in that field.

“I want to do something big this time.” Your dad heaved out. He was sitting on the couch beside you and in front of Yoongi, deep in thought about what he can do.

“What do you mean by that dad?” You muddled.

“Maybe a showcase-like exhibition.” Yoongi remarked, ignoring your confused state.

“Perfect! That’s a great idea, we'll do that.” Your dad happily exclaimed.

“Wait, so we’ll hold an exhibition with our new designs? Like how Ikea has those fake displays?” You asked, amazed by the idea.

“Something exactly like that.” Yoongi confirmed.

“Oh my god, you’re so smart. I’m sure this will benefit all our companies ” You exclaimed jolting up from your seat, making both Yoongi and your dad look up at you surprised.

“Uh sorry I just got a bit excited.” You murmured and sat back down making your dad chuckle.

“Yoongi, do you have any set date for the exhibition in mind?” Your dad asked, looking back at him.

“How about 4 months from now? Our company is low on furniture stock right now so it’ll take about a month to get them and 2-3 months to set all the designs.” Yoongi replied.

“Hmm, I think that’s great. Within the month you guys get furniture we can make the presentations with selected designs and a location to display the exhibition.” You suggested.

“Yea sure, we can have another meeting to discuss that later.” Yoongi said to which you and your dad both nodded.

A few minutes later your dad’s words were interrupted by a spam of text messages on your phone.

“Sorry Dad, I'm just gonna check to see if everything is fine.” You said, pulling out your phone to which he nodded and continued talking to Yoongi.

[yoora] 2:13pm: are you done yet???

[yoora] 2:13pm: please tell me you are

[yoora] 2:14pm: it’s been almost 4 hours

[yoora] 2:14pm: I still need to share my news

[yoora] 2:14pm: it’s important.

[yoora] 2:15pm: pleaseee Y/N!!

[yoora] 2:15pm: reply or i’ll never tell you.

[y/n] 2:16pm: jeez woman you need to stop spamming!

[yoora] 2:16pm: fucking finally!!!

[y/n] 2:16pm: and fyi, it’s only been 3 hours

[yoora] 2:16pm: same thing

[y/n] 2:17pm: anyways, i’m almost done here so tell me where to meet you

[yoora] 2:17pm: my place.

[y/n] 2:17pm: alright, see you soon

[yoora] 2:17pm: okayy see you soon!!

“Dad I actually have to leave right now.” You announced, closing your phone screen.

“So suddenly? Is everything okay?” He asked, face frowning with concern. Yoongi was staring at you as well.

“Yes dad everything is fine. I just need to go drop by at Yoora’s place.” You responded.

“Oh I see, take care and send my greetings her way.” He said standing up.

“Will do, I’ll leave now and please take care of yourself.” You said, hugging your dad. Your eyes then landed on Yoongi.

“Uh it’s an honour to be working with you Mr. Min.” You said professionally, extending your hand towards him.

You heard him chuckle, showing off his gummy smile before responding to your handshake. “Just call me Yoongi.”

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“You have a what!” You yelled, choking on the water you were gulping down.

“I have a boyfriend.” Yoora stuttered out, playing with her fingers.

“Oh my god Yoora, this is huge!” You exclaimed, putting aside the glass of water and holding her hands.

“I know, he’s actually coming over in a few minutes.” She said, making you widen your eyes.

“Why did you call me then! Do I know him? What’s his name? How long have you been dating?” You bombarded her with questions.

“Y/N calm down, I wanted to tell you before anyone and I don’t think you know him but you’ve definitely heard of him. He’s actually one of Hoseok's friends.” Yoora said, making you frown.

“Really? Who?” You questioned.

Before she could even reply, the doorbell rang.

“I think that’s him.”

You watched as Yoora walked over to the door, opened it and got crushed by a muscular figure hugging her.

“Hi babe, I missed you.” You heard a deep male voice, followed by a chuckle and a “I missed you too.” from Yoora. You smiled at that as you were beyond happy for your best friend.

As the couple walked in, you stood up from the couch and finally saw the man's face. Hoseok's friend huh? Once again very good looking.

“Hey you must be Y/N. I’m Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, It’s nice finally meeting you.” He introduced himself, extending his hand towards you.

“So you’re the man that stole my best friend's heart and my other best friend's car. It’s nice finally meeting you too, Jungkook.” You joked whilst shaking his hand.

“I— let’s not talk about the car incident. Hoseok still hates me for that.” He nervously laughed, making both you and Yoora chuckle.

“Anyways how and since when have you two been dating?” You asked curiously.

“Uh we’d been talking for 7 months after the party we met in and started dating 3 months ago.” Jungkook said, making you squint your eyes at Yoora. She told you about meeting this hot guy at the one party you couldn’t attend, but never told you that they had been talking afterwards.

“I’m sorry, I know I should have told you sooner but we wanted to be sure about our relationship before telling anyone and don’t be mad, you’re still the first one to know anyways.” Yoora apologetically retorted and you immediately softened your eyes.

“It’s fine, I’m so happy for you both. Jungkook please keep her happy and never break her heart or I swear I’ll kill you.” You threatened him.

“I swear I won’t, I love her too much.” He confessed looking at Yoora. You saw the love he had for her in his eyes and how flustered Yoora got.

He’s definitely the one for her.

“Well I guess I’ll leave you two be, don’t want to to be a third wheel.” You laughed.

“No no please don’t. I know you’re free today and we haven’t been hanging out a lot lately. Jungkook doesn't mind, I already told him.” She pleaded. Your eyes wandered off to Jungkook for confirmation and he nodded with a smile.

“Are you sure?” You asked, still having second thoughts.

“We’re sure, we can watch a movie if you’d like.” Jungkook suggested.

You sighed and smiled. “Alright, sounds good.”

Yoora squealed and stood up, “I’ll go get the popcorn and some drinks ready!”

“Why don’t you two catch up and choose a movie while I go get that hm?” Jungkook insisted, leaving a peck on Yoora’s forehead before heading towards the kitchen.

As soon as he left, you immediately hugged Yoora.

“Oh my god! He’s so sweet and good looking, literally your type.” You quietly exclaimed.

“I know right! I’m so glad I didn't ditch that party Hobi took me too that day. The guys there and Hoseok's friends were so nice and hot. You would’ve found yourself a man as well.” She excitedly whispered back.

You quietly chuckled, “I admit Hoseok’s friends are really nice and hot but you know why I couldn’t come.”

“Right, speaking of that, I forgot to ask how it went with your dad. How’s he feeling now?”

“Much better, he’s been taking all his medications on time and started working again. Dad also sent his greetings your way.” You smiled.

“That’s great! Make sure to send my greetings back to him,” She replied, making you nod.

“Of course! Well, let's choose a movie now.” You said, grabbing the remote from the table.

“Marvel!” The two of you exclaimed.

“Spider-man!” You jumped up, causing you both to laugh out loud.

“I heard Marvel and Spider-man, I’m so ready to watch.” Jungkook beamed, coming out of the kitchen with popcorn, drinks and other snacks in his arms.

“Jungkook, you're a Marvel and Spider-man fan too!” You excitedly asked.

“No shit Sherlock, who isn’t?” He cockily responded, making the three of you laugh.

“Okay, okay, let’s watch!”

You didn’t even realize when the three of you finished watching 3 movies before ordering a take out and leaving her place. It was really fun and Jungkook was an amazing guy. You’re so happy for Yoora.

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“Y/N please come to the party!” Yoora whined over the phone while you were cooking yourself some pasta for dinner.

“But—“

“No buts, you’re coming and that's final.” She stated.

“I’m not sure about it though.” You sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Oh come on, Jimin literally called and personally invited you.”

“I know but we’re not so close.”

“So what? Me, Jungkook and Hoseok, we’re all going to be there as well.” She retorted, trying to convince you for the past 15 minutes now.

“Fine, but I don’t have a—“

“Don't even worry about that. I have a sexy black one piece you could wear. Just decide on a suitable dress or some shorts and a nice top to go along with it.”

“Okay, thanks.”

She knows you too well.

“Don’t thank me, you know our rule.” She said, trying to sound mad.

“Right my bad.” You chuckled.

“Oh Jungkooks here! I'll call you tomorrow and drop off the one piece.” She exclaimed.

“Yeah sure.” You replied.

“Perfect! I’ll see you tomorrow then, bye.”

“Yeah see you, bye.” With that, the two of you ended the call.

Jimin had called you three days ago, inviting you to his house for a pool party which was being held on Saturday. You weren’t sure if you’d go since you’d only met each other once and weren’t too close. However, now that Yoora had successfully ended up convincing you to attend the party, you realized it wasn’t such a bad idea. You could spend some time with Hoseok, Yoora and some other friends.

It had also been a little over a month since you had started working on the exhibition with Yoongi. As promised, you did all the research on possible locations and compiled various interior designs to use for display. You’d definitely be using this pool party as a way to unravel and celebrate the successful presentation you gave a few days prior. You’d been quite nervous as you didn’t want to disappoint your father or Yoongi. Despite your nerves, you decided to go ahead with it. Turned out that you had done remarkably well, impressing Yoongi as a turnout.

Today was Thursday, meaning you’d only have a day to prepare yourself. Most of tomorrow will be gone as you know you’ll find yourself drowning in work. The party is in the evening of Saturday so you’ll get everything ready the morning prior.

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You stood by the edge of your bed, staring at the pile of mess you just made. You were frustrated and confused as to what to wear to the party later in the evening.

Not wanting to spoil your whole mood, you decided to facetime Yoora and let her decide. As you were about to call her, something clicked in your mind.

You totally forgot.

You knew it’d be rude to call her in the middle of this so you decided to break it down to two outfits. You took pictures wearing both and just sent her the pics.

[y/n] 12:18pm: Yoora I know you're having lunch with Jungkook and his parents but when you have time please choose which one I should wear.

*insert image*

*insert image*

After you quickly sent the text, you ran to the kitchen to grab some food to eat. You were really excited about the pool party. The one piece Yoora gave was indeed sexy and fits your body perfectly. You sure were going to have fun tonight.

As soon as you sat on the sofa with a bag of doritos, you received a notification. You smiled and clicked on it knowing it’ll just be Yoora but—

What the fuck!?

[yoongi] 12:23pm: Y/N? this is Yoongi, I think you’ve got the wrong person.

[y/n] 12:24pm: oh my god! I'm so sorry I think I misread yours and Yoora’s name.

[yoongi] 12:24pm: Oh it’s fine

Your heart was beating so fast right now. You accidentally sent two pictures of yourself to Yoongi. It took you about a good six minutes to calm down but as soon as you were okay, you received another notification

[yoongi] 12:32pm: If you're open to receive another opinion though, I'd say the second one.

You blinked your eyes and kept staring at the text. Not gonna lie, that did something to your heart. You felt butterflies in your stomach.

[y/n] 12:35pm: oh alright thanks

[yoongi] 12:37pm: np:)

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[hobi] 5:56pm: hey I’m downstairs

[y/n] 5:56pm: give me two mins i’ll be down

[hobi] 5:56pm: okay I’m waiting

You quickly fix your hair, put on your wedges and give yourself a quick glance in the mirror before leaving your apartment.

You are going to go to Jimin's party with Hoseok today. It’s been a while since you last met him considering his sudden trip to Chicago for two weeks.

Stepping out of the apartment entrance, you saw Hoseok leaning against his silver BMW. He didn’t notice you as his eyes were too focused on his phone.

“Hobi!” You beam, running up to him.

“Hey Y/N!” He beams back, trapping you into a bear hug.

“You look nice.” He compliments, eyeing your blue jean shorts and black off shoulder crop top which show off your belly piercing and sharp collarbones.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You retort, eyeing his white shorts and blue striped shirt.

“I never look bad.” He states whilst adjusting the shades resting on his head, making you roll your eyes.

“Anyways, how was Chicago?” You ask.

“It was amazing! I met a girl there actually.” He answers, making your eyes widen.

“Oh my god what!” You exclaim, causing him to let out a chuckle at your reaction.

“I’ll tell you on the way, get in the car first or we’ll be late.” He remarks, already walking towards the driver seat.

“Oh yea let’s go.” You say, opening the car door and settling yourself in.

Once he starts driving, your curiosity grows bigger.

“So?” You start, staring at his side profile.

“So what?” He asks, taking a quick glance at you before staring back at the road. You know he knows exactly what you’re referring to.

“Jung Hoseok.” His name comes sternly out your mouth.

“Fine fine, her name is Aera. She's actually Korean and is currently studying at a law school in Chicago. She still has a year to go and then she’ll come back.”

“Stop, that's so cool. So you’ll wait till she comes back?” You curiously ask.

“Yeah we both seem to like each other and we’ve been talking ever since I got back.” He shyly replies.

“Hobi, that’s great! Omg I'm so happy for you.” You squeal as he thanks you before turning on some music.

“To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I’d be available to pick you up tonight so I was going to tell Yoongi to bring you along with him.”

“Wait. Yoongi’s coming?” You ask, horror evident in your eyes.

“Of course we’re all friends, he’s Jimin's friend too, did you forget?” He laughs, eyes still focused on the road.

Great, just great. Now you have to face him after accidentally sending him your pics. Can this get any worse and embarrassing? You know you had to face him on Monday for work but within 5-6 hour after the incident…

After about 15 minutes, you see Hoseok pulling up at a parking lot with a huge mansion behind it.

Jimin lives here what the fuck!

“This isn’t Jimin's house, it's his family farm house.” Hobi confirms, as if he read your mind.

“Oh I see, it’s really pretty.” You mumble.

“It is. Now quit staring at it and let’s go in, I'll finally introduce you to Taehyung as well,” he says, making you nod. You follow him to the door and watch him ring the bell. When the door opens, the two of you are greeted by Jimin himself.

“Hoseok! Hey bro.” Jimin pulls Hoseok into a hug before turning towards you.

“Y/N hey! Glad you made it, it's been a while huh?” He exclaims, reaching in for a hug which you gladly accept.

“It sure has, thank you for inviting Jimin.” You beam a smile at him.

“Of course anytime, we’re friends now.” He smiles in return.

“But she’s my best friend.” Hoseok speaks in between, making you playfully hit his shoulder.

“Yeah yeah anyways, come in and make yourself at home.” Jimin says, guiding the two of you inside.

As soon as you step in, you are hit by the smell of alcohol as the song Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars blasts loudly through the speakers. Of course the first thing you notice is the beautiful interior of the house, you were amazed by it. Then you notice people scattered all around the house.

Jimin takes it upon himself to lead you and Hoseok to the backyard even though Hobi seemed to know the way. Once you reach, you see many more bodies dancing around, drinking, smoking, making out and playing in the pool.

“The bar is right there, you can get whatever you want. Please enjoy and don’t hesitate to ask for anything else, I'll be around.” Jimin says, pointing at the bar where people were sitting and bartenders were serving drinks.

Jimin definitely seems rich. I mean, his family owns Park Motels after all.

“Yeah, till everyone actually gets here at least. We all know you’d be hooking up with someone soon Jimin.” Hoseok snickers whilst you press your lips together to try to hold in your laugh.

“Shut up! Don’t embarrass me like that. Geez don’t listen to him Y/N.” Jimin replies.

“It’s totally fine Jimin, it’s your party of course you’ll enjoy.” You assure.

“See! Y/N is so kind, not judging me unlike someone else here,” he says, glaring at Hoseok to which he responds by rolling his eyes.

“Hey Jimin!” the three of you look back to see Namjoon, Seokjin, Jungkook, Yoora and this other man you don’t think you’ve ever met walking towards you.

Maybe he’s Taehyung?

“Hey guys!” Jimin and Hoseok beam as Yoora comes and hugs you.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you again.“ Seokjin politely says as Namjoon agrees and passes his dimple smile towards you.

“Likewise. How are you guys?” You ask.

“Perfectly fine. How about you?” The two say in return.

“I’m fine too.” You smile and wave at Jungkook who waves back.

“Oh and I believe you two haven’t met. Y/N this is Taehyung and Taehyung this is Y/N.” Jimin adds, pointing towards the man you’d assume was Taehyung indeed.

“Hey, I’ve heard a lot about you Y/N,” his deep ocean-like voice speaks as he motions his hand forward to you. You blink your eyes and immediately shake his hand.

He looks so dreamy and handsome.

“I could say the same Taehyung, nice to meet you.”

Soon enough, the 6 boys are chatting amongst themselves and you quietly start whispering to Yoora beside you, “How the hell are his friends so good looking?”

“I don’t know. Well let’s see, Namjoon and Seokjin have a girlfriend while me and Jungkook are together so Jim—“

“Really!” You exclaim louder than you thought, once knowing two of them have girlfriends. This makes the 6 men snap their heads towards you and Yoora.

“Any problem girls? You okay Y/N?” Namjoon asks.

“Uh yeah actually, me and Y/N are going to head to the pool now, is that fine?” Yoora asks, hooking her arm under yours.

“Of course have fun! The changing room is right there.” Jimin says, pointing to a door beside the glass window leading into the house.

“Got it thanks!” Yoora beams before holding your hand and dragging the two of you towards the change room. Of course after making sure she gives Jungkook a quick peck on his lips and cheek.

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You can feel the gazes being thrown at you. You’re not even complaining because damn right you look sexy and amazing tonight. Yoora told you a thousand times before the two of you stepped out of the changing room seconds ago.

Making your way towards the pool, you already see Hoseok and his friends in there, shirtless. You look away spotting Jimin making out with a girl in a hot pink bikini only to find Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook talking to one another in the corner while Namjoon and Seokjin were each talking to a girl. Maybe it’s their girlfriends.

When you get into the pool, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook swim towards you and Yoora, making sure to splash some water your way on purpose. As a reflex, the two of you bring your hands forward to block the water and look to the side.

“My girls are looking sexy.” Hoseok beams, snaking his arms around your bare waists. The two of you don’t mind knowing it’s just Hoseok and the three of you are very much comfortable with each other. I mean, you’ve practically known each other for twenty years now.

“Don’t we always.” You two retort as Hobi gives you both the ‘as if, I've seen you at your worst’ look.

“Anyways, we are going to start beach volleyball in the pool, wanna join?” Taehyung asks in between.

“We’d love to!” The two of you exclaim and so everyone gathers up to play.

After two long hours of playing around and having fun in the pool, You and Yoora decide to come out and dry yourselves up. You received a few drinks in the pool but the two of you needed to sit down to talk whilst enjoying another nice drink.

The two of you dry yourselves up in the change room before running towards the bar stools. You make sure to wear shorts over your one piece before you do though.

“One Margarita for me!” Yoora exclaims before turning to you, telepathically asking what you’d like.

“I’d like the same,” you respond, making the bartender nod and leave to get your drinks ready.

They served it in just seconds, wow.

“So how was lunch with Jungkook's parents?” You start, clinking your glass with hers.

“Oh my god I was literally nervous for no reason, they were like the sweetest people ever,” she coos.

“Really, that’s amazing! Still can’t get over how gorgeous you look tonight by the way. I bet Jungkook won’t be able to keep his hands to himself, not that he was in the pool anyways.” You tease your best friend who showed up in a yellow and purple two piece, paired with an off the shoulder, floral white dress to go over it.

As if on cue, Jungkoook makes his way over to the two of you and stands beside Yoora.

“Hey Y/N! Can I steal her from you for a bit?” He asks whilst licking his lips.

“Of course, take her for as long as you want. Have fun you two.” You sheepishly grin, glancing between the two and notice Yoora glaring at you while Jungkook stands there with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh we will, thanks.” Jungkook replies, eyeing your best friend before snaking a hand around her waist and taking her inside.

As soon as Yoora and Jungkook leave, you order another drink and patiently sit there while staring at the crowd. Half of them are in the pool and the other half are dancing.

“Mind if I join you?” Your eyes widen as you immediately jerk your head up to see Yoongi staring down at you.

“Uh no not at all,” you respond, fidgeting with the glass of red wine the bartender had just served to you.

“Great. A single malt scotch whiskey please,” he orders, taking a seat on the stool beside you which was previously occupied by Yoora.

For a moment you both sit there in silence while taking sips of your drinks. From the corner of your eyes, you feel Yoongi's eye on you so you slowly move your head to take a glance at him.

“Do you have something to say?” You ask, trying your best not to stutter knowing you are under his sharp gaze.

“Yes well, we have a meeting on Thursday, just a reminder.” He states to which you quietly nod.

“Right. Thanks for remin—“

“Y/N! Yoongi! Come on, don't sit around, let’s go dance.” Hoseok excitedly exclaims as he wraps his arms around the both of you before dragging you two to the dance floor.

Hoseok twirls you around before showing off some moves of his own. Taehyung being the gentleman he is, greets you before grasping your hand to sway you around a few times. You laugh and find yourself dancing along to the music. Such a nice and fun guy.

Yoongi stands there watching the three of you, well mostly you. Unknowingly he feels his heart racing. It was something about your exposed legs, collarbones, the belly piercing and wet hair. You look beautiful under the neon lights flashing over your face, swaying your hips perfectly to match the rhythm.

Soon enough, many more bodies start to join, making the space become tighter. Yoongi then realizes that your body was now pressed against his. Your hands are resting on his shoulder in need of support while his hands just stay by his side, not daring to touch you.

The two of you find yourselves lost in an intense eye lock. The loud music blasting in the background, starts fading away as Yoongi finds it harder to resist himself.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Yoongi growls, not taking his eyes off you as you don’t either.

“Like what?” You mumble, enough for him to hear. You make sure to squeeze his shoulders and biceps before slowly trailing one of your hands down to his chest. You don’t know where you got this sudden confidence from but you’re going to blame the alcohol for it.

“Fuck you’re gonna regret this,” he mumbles back, lightly flicking his tounge over his lips which you find super hot. You feel intoxicated with the tone of his voice, his strong breezy cologne and his not so minty but alcohol scented breath.

Your bodies are pressed against each other yet his hands are still not touching you. It was driving you crazy. He was driving you crazy.

You didn’t want to but you find yourself breaking the intense eye contact before moving your eyes down to his wet plump lips. You take your index finger and slowly trace it down his Adam's apple which you watch go up and down, indicating how hard he gulped from your movement.

“Y/N.” he warns. His voice, low and stern.

You look back up to meet his eyes, only to see them glued onto your lips. You were so desperate to have them pressed against his pink wet ones that you didn’t care about anything else at this point. In a swift moment, you grab his collar, pull him closer to you and smash your lips onto his.

Your eyes shut close as you feel Yoongi's lips perfectly mould into yours as if they’re only made for you. They were warm and soft just like how you’d imagine.

That’s where you finally feel one of his arms wrap around your waist and the other around your back with his hand tangled up in your damp hair. You secure your arms around his neck and slowly guide your fingers up to play with his long fluffy hair.

When you feel his hands move down to your hips giving it a little squeeze, you almost yelp and immediately pull out from the kiss.

Fuck you just kissed Yoongi.

He slowly caresses your cheeks and lightly brushes his thumb over your lips.

“You wanna take this upstairs,” he whispers, making you nervous. You may have planned on getting laid tonight but certainly not by Yoongi.

Yoongi feels your uneasiness and sighs. “Only if you’re okay with it. I’m not going to force you Y/N. We can forget whatever happened if you think this was a mist—“

“No!” You exclaim.

“I…I just…fuck. Okay fine let’s go!” You stutter and whine, being all frustrated with yourself. You know you’re overthinking but this might only be a one night thing and nothing else.

Right?

“Y/N once again I’m not—“

“Yoongi, I want you,” you cut him off, looking him in the eyes. You see them go dark with the same lustful gaze he held before the kiss. He clutches your hand and walks the two of you past the sweaty bodies to get in the house. From the corner of your eyes, you spot Taehyung and Hoseok happily dancing amongst the crowd.

They didn’t see the kiss, thank god.

Once Yoongi’s free hand slides open the glass door to enter the house, he leads you up the stairs as you mindlessly follow behind. He comes to a halt in front of the furthest door from the stairs and opens it, gesturing for you to step in.

Once you do, you feel his grip on your hand go loose as he leaves it to lock the door with his broad back facing you. When he turns around, he pauses and stares at your figure for a brief second before moving closer. He snakes his arm around your waist and quickly yanks you towards him so that both of your hands are pressed against his chest.

“You’ve been driving me insane all night Y/N,” he whispers, giving your hips a light squeeze.

“Could say the same Mr. Min,” you tease, knowing damn well how much he hates it when you call him that.

“Fuck Y/N, you sure you want this?” he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yes.” You breathe out.

“Are you clean baby?” He asks while opening the drawer beside you with one hand, possibly searching for a condom.

“Yes and I'm on pills so no need to look for a condom.” You assure, deeply staring into his dark orbs before locking lips with him again.

This time it was more rough and rushed. Both your tongues fighting for dominance and teeth clashing, leading into a messy make out session. His hands roam all over your body as yours begins to unbutton his black shirt and slide it off his built arms.

You yelp when he lifts you up and gently places you on the bed, hovering over you. Your hands make their way from touching his bare upper half to the back of his neck as you both continue to salivate each other’s lips.

“Yoongi please,” you whine, pulling out of the steamy kiss.

“Please what? I need words princess.” He speaks in a husky tone, making you even more weak and wet than you already were.

“Please touch me. Please fuck me, I need you in me.” You beg, receiving a quick low chuckle from him.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless hm?” He says, slowly caressing your thighs.

“Yes please.” You plead.

“Tell me exactly what you need then.” He demands.

“Need your dick in me fuck Yoongi just—mmph.” Your whining gets cut off by his lips that smash onto yours once again whilst his cold veiny hands begin to trace all your curves.

“Can I?” He pants, playing with the hem of your shorts. You nod and he immediately slides them off, throwing them somewhere on the ground.

He goes down to your thighs and spreads them apart, leaving wet kisses around the inner part before eyeing your clothed area. You were still in your one piece.

Yoongi hovers back up to lean over your face, gently holds your head and lifts your upper half off the bed so that you’re smug in arms. He unties the knots on the back of your one piece before sliding the straps off from both sides and completing discarding it from your body. Yoongi eyes your naked figure from head to toe and bites his lips before leaning down to your neck.

“I always knew you’d be beautiful in and out.” He whispers, biting your earlobe before leaving a trail of wet butterfly kisses from your neck, down to your pussy. You shudder at the feeling.

“So fucking wet for me aren’t you princess?”

“Hmm only for you, now take this off,” you mumble, pointing at his pants as you can already see how hard he is. Yoongi immediately obeys and takes it off along with his boxers, letting his hardened cock spring free. You almost gasp seeing his length, he was huge.

“Like what you see baby?” He smirks.

Fuck you want him. You want him so bad!

“Yoongi go on alread—shit!” You whimper, feeling his cold fingers rubbing circles over your clit.

“Need to stretch you out first.” He says, inserting two long fingers inside you.

“Yoongi oh my god.” You cry out in pleasure, pulling him closer.

“You like that baby?” He asks, groaning when you clench tightly around his digits.

“Yes Yoon— '' You moan out as he quickens his pace, fucking his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. When you feel your orgasm approaching, you squeeze his arm.

“Fuck im so close,” you hiss as he hums in response before pulling his fingers completely out of you.

“Yoongi why’d you pull out!” You whine, feeling the sudden emptiness of his fingers in you while you were close to finishing.

“Cause I want you to cum all over my cock.” He responds, palming his member and stroking it before positioning it to your entrance.

He looks at your naked frame beneath him to ask for consent, to which you eagerly nod. When he enters your wet heat, the two of you let out a deep groan and whimper.

“Shit! You’re still so fucking tight baby. Should’ve eaten you out too,” he groans, feeling the burn as every inch of him stretches your walls to their limit.

“Fuck Yoongi, just move already.” You plead, extremely aroused by the dirty words he was throwing at you.

He is quick to oblige and nods before thrusting into you slowly. Once he catches his pace, you become a moaning mess under him. His name being the only thing coming out of your mouth while you grip his hair and sheets tightly. Yoongi loved it, loved feeling you squirm and be a mess under him, loved the sound of both your skins slapping filling the room while you chant his name over and over again. It was like music to his ears.

“You feel so fucking good baby.” He groans, using one of his hands to play with your hardened nipple before latching his mouth on, to suck it.

“Fuck Yoon you’re so good, shit right there.” You moan, rolling your eyes back while gripping Yoongi’s hair tighter as you feel him hit your g-spot. You only earn yourself a low groan from him.

“Shit shit shit so close Yoon fuck!” Yoongi hates to admit it but the way you were calling him ‘Yoon’ was making him go crazy.

“Fuck, you’re gonna cream my cock princess yea?” He asks gritting his teeth, nearly pulling out all the way before slamming back into you again.

“Yes! Please go faster!” You shriek, bucking your hips forward to feel him more.

“Faster? shit you’re making me go crazy Y/N.” Something about the way he said your name along with the amount of pleasure he was giving you almost made you dizzy.

“Gonna cum Yoongi!” You screech, shutting your eyes tight as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach again.

“Will cum all over my cock like the good girl you are?” He emphasizes each word with controlled thrusts.

“Yoongi yes fuck, please just— cant hold it.” you cry out.

“Cum for me then.” He murmurs, leaving a sloppy kiss near your jawline before pulling out of you to let you cream his cock. You wince and cry out at the feeling as your orgasm washes over you.

Yoongi surprises you when he gives your slit a nice long lick. “Just wanted to taste you,” he beams, plopping his sweaty figure beside you.

“You didn’t cum,” you remark, sitting up as your chest still heaves up and down.

“It's fine.” He mutters, still lying down as beads of sweat drip down his chest and forehead.

“No it’s not, you’ve been working so hard for the exhibition, I think you deserve a treat Mr. Min.” You retort, looking down at him and giving his veiny cock a nice deep stroke.

“Fuck, I told you not to call me that but you’re right, I do deserve a treat. Think you can give me a head?” He jerks up, brushing his hand through his hair.

“I’d love to, Mr. Min.” You respond, your tongue reaching down to lick his pink tip, precum already leaking from it with your own cum smeared over as well.

“Don’t fucking tease baby.” He grunts. You dip your head down and take him in your mouth, moaning at the sensation as Yoongi tries to fight back a moan himself. You swirl your tongue around a bit before bobbing your head up and down to suck him off and take as much of him as you can. Only Yoongi knows how pretty you look right now and he’d do anything to see you like this for the rest of his life.

“Fuck you’re taking me so well princess.” He hisses, gripping your hair and moving it out your face so that it wouldn’t be in your way. It only makes you suck him harder.

He groans and throws his head back, “Not gonna last long fuck.”

After giving him a few more sucks, you feel his dick twitch in your mouth. You knew he’d cum anytime soon so you already prepared yourself.

“Shit, gonna cum.” He curses before shooting his hot cum straight down your throat. When you pull out, you start coughing and your eyes were glistening with tears.

“Shit sorry, are you okay?” Yoongi apologizes, worriedly reaching down to cup your face.

“I’m good, just tired.” You tell him with an amused smile.

“Let’s get you cleaned okay.” He says, pecking your forehead and lifting you off him to lay you down on the bed.

Was this the same man a few minutes ago?

You watch Yoongi wear his boxers and go into the bathroom to bring a damp towel in order to clean you up. Once he is done, he gives you his black button up to wear and tucks you in bed before slipping under the sheets, right beside you.

“Yoongi if we sleep here, I'll need to tell Hoseok not to wait for me.” You mutter, instantly realizing and moving closer to Yoongi's body so that you are facing him.

“I’ll text him, don't worry, just sleep okay.” He replies, cuddling you while playing with your hair.

“Don’t tell him that we—“

“No way I would, I'll never hear the end of it.” He adds, to which you both let out a chuckle.

“Thank you for tonight, goodnight Yoongi.” You wish him, eyes closed as you’re already half asleep in his embrace.

Yoongi smiles and mutters back, “night princess,” before falling into deep slumber himself.

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It’s been 3 months since that night. Neither you nor Yoongi had the time to talk about that certain topic or anything else other than work. Things had been really hectic and busy with the exhibition being just around the corner. In fact, It was going to be held tomorrow so you were really nervous yet excited at the same time.

You were seated on your kitchen counter stool, skimming through some details on the designs you will be presenting tomorrow, when you hear a sudden knock on the door. You sigh and walk over to open it, only to find Yoongi standing there.

“Hey Yoon—“

“We need to talk.” He says in a serious tone, making you worried. You let him in and close the door behind you.

“Is the display fine? Should I change anything? All the designs are okay right? Did something happe—?'' Before you could say anything more, he cuts you off.

“I can’t anymore.” He mumbles, staring at the floor.

“Cant what Yoongi? Are you okay?” You worriedly ask him, trying to catch a glimpse of his face.

“Fuck I just— I think I’m in love with you.” He confesses, looking up at you. You were too stunned to speak at the moment. The two of you stand there in silence for a few seconds, if only he knew how fast your heart was racing right now.

“You’re what?” You question him, making sure whatever you just heard was right.

“I’m in love with you. I know we haven’t gotten the chance to talk much after that night but I can’t stop thinking about you. I was actually attracted to you from the beginning and I slowly started liking you as a friend and a colleague but that night, I just knew I liked you more than that. So can we like…you know, will you be my girlfriend?” He nervously confesses.

“Is Mr. Min nervous?” You tease him, flashing him an amused smile.

“Y/N. I'm serious.” He almost whines. Seeing such a side of Yoongi apart from his cold demeanour that he has when working makes you so happy and giddy.

“Well, I’d love to be your girlfriend.“ You giggle in response as he stands there in shock.

“Yoongi,” you call out. He hums in return, eyes boring into yours.

“Just kiss me already goddamn it.” You whine, tugging on his shirt collar so that you could press your lips against his.

When your lips meet one another, It starts off as a slow passionate kiss which gradually turns into a rather hungrier one. Yoongi being Yoongi, squeezes your ass and tumbles you both over onto your couch so that he is hovering over you.

“How about you pay me back for borrowing some sugar that day, by letting me taste your sweet little cunt.”

“Oh my g— Yoongi!” You widen your eyes and lightly slap his arm. How did he go from being a stuttering mess to being so confident?

“Oh come on, I know you’d love it.” Yoongi mumbles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I would but I love you more.” You giggle pecking his cheeks.

“Not more than how much I love you though,” he retorts, pecking your lips and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Tomorrow is a big day.” You whisper, hooking your arms around his nape.

“I know, but you did amazing. You worked so hard on this and I loved all the designs and presentations you gave.” He replies, gently holding your hand and rubbing circles over your knuckles.

“You’re just saying that because you like me.” You retort, making him lean up to face you.

“This is part of the reason why I actually started liking you baby, I couldn’t be more proud of you.”

“I should be the one saying how proud I am of you. You worked even harder on this than me. You even skipped meals and went home at like 2 am,” you respond, brushing your fingers through his scalp.

“Oh, were you observing me princess?” He asks you in a teasing manner.

“Hmm couldn’t stop staring at my handsome and hot neighbour. No wait, I mean boss, or is it colleague? Or should I say boyfriend.” You reply, not even denying it.

“Whichever you like,” he chuckles in response before getting off of you and lifting you up in bridal style.

“Yoon what are you do—“

“Getting you to bed. We need to get some good sleep to survive tomorrow.” He states, walking to your bedroom and placing you on the bed.

“Nice room.” He compliments whilst looking around. He’s an interior designer himself, of course he’d say something about it.

“Thank you, wanna stay over?” You ask, reaching to the side to turn off the lights from your bedside table.

“Would love to.” He responds, sliding under the sheets beside you. You switch off the lights, embrace yourselves in each other’s arm and fall into deep slumber.

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The next day, your morning was occupied with last minute touch ups needed to be done for the designs. You kept wondering how your boyfriend was putting up with everything. When the two of you were having breakfast, he informed you that his parents were going to drop by as well. The news had made you even more nervous than you already were. I mean, the two of you just started dating yesterday and you were already going to meet his parents.

Anyways, the overall day went by really fast and fairly well. The exhibition went smoothly and a lot of people showed up including your parents, Hoseok, Yoora, their parents and Hoseok’s friends. When you met Yoongi's parents, they were really nice and looked so happy to meet you. When you told your parents, they weren’t even surprised, especially your mom.

“I knew you two would have something going on, the moment I saw him at your place that day.” These were the exact words your mom had uttered to you with Yoongi by your side.

Hoseok, Yoora and the others were very surprised. Jungkook and Jimin obviously couldn’t keep their mouths shut and exposed Yoongi by telling you how he kept asking them for some girl's advice.

“Never knew you’d be into Yoongi but at least we can go on double dates now.” Yoora had whispered to you.

“Can’t believe that even when you and Yoongi would talk to me everyday, I couldn’t figure it out.” Hoseok had beamed.

You are currently in Yoongi’s black Palisade, on your way back home from the restaurant Yoongi's father had made a reservation for. It was a fun day and nice dinner with both your families and friends. Both your parents got along very well.

You were staring out the window, recalling all the events of today when you suddenly feel Yoongi’s cold hand on your thigh.

“You know my offer from yesterday still stands.” He says, making you frown.

“What are you talking about?” You question him.

“Don’t act so innocent baby, you know what I’m talking about.” Once he states that, you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“Yoon, I already paid you back.” You reply, deciding to tease him and stretch out the conversation a bit.

“Hm, but that wasn’t enough.” He retorts.

“What do you mean I gave ba—“

“You made me fall for you. Never knew I'd fall for the girl that showed up at my apartment late at night to borrow some sugar. You stole my heart so make up for that.” He claims, looking at you when the traffic lights turn red. Your eyes immediately soften.

“I love you so much.” You confess, leaning in for a quick kiss before the lights turn green again.

“I love you too.” He responds, kissing you back before you pull out and properly sit back on your seat.

“Also, I’d like to accept your offer Mr. Min.” You assert, intertwining your fingers with his as his hand was still resting on your thigh.

“Oh my love, I hope you know you’re in for a long night then.” He smirks, squeezing your hand and taking a glance at you. You look away being all flustered so he wouldn’t notice you turning red.

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Kiss Me More

Pairing: CEO!Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+, MINORS DNI

Genre: Arranged Marriage AU, fluff, smut, angst

Word count: 7,285

Summary: You were 7 when you were arranged to marry the younger son of the Mins. However, when the said son returns home from overseas with a pregnant girlfriend, his older brother steps in and takes his place at the altar. There was only one problem, everyone was scared of him. Including you. 

That is, until he walks in unannounced when you're playing with your toy. 

Warning: Min Yoongi and his tongue technology, f.masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), voyeurism, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotective sex (wrap it up, kids!), dirty talking.

Note: I HAD to write it down and get it out of my system. There was no other way to deal with this. 

Masterlist

The Mins and the L/Ns have been family friends for a long time. The friendship solidified further when Y/N's father and Mr. Min started going to school together. After that, it was just the two of them against the world. So, when Mr. Min's younger son, Eunwoo, and you were born only three days apart, it was decided that both of you were to get married.  

You didn't have a problem with this decision. Eunwoo was a handsome and well-mannered kid, who grew up to be a heartthrob. He was always the center of attention, constantly being praised for those traits by people. It got especially bad after his 21st birthday, it was like he was all people could talk about. 

But Eunwoo has always been a shy kid. Having grown up as friends, he often confided in you about how uncomfortable he felt in the limelight. So you weren't all that surprised when he decided to go out of the country for further studies. 

You had been in touch with him for the entirety of the two years when he was away. So, to say you were positively shocked when he returned with a pregnant girlfriend would be an understatement. 

Everyone was hysterical. You remember his father threatening to throw him and his girlfriend out. You remember at some point, he had plotted to get rid of his girlfriend entirely. You had never been more scared in your entire life. Because before everything, he was your friend. And although he did betray you by getting together with someone else, you found out you didn't particularly care. 

That was when his elder brother, Min Yoongi, stepped in and took charge of things. He got Eunwoo and his girlfriend out of the public eye and settled in whatever part of the country they wanted to give birth in. And even though you revolted profusely against your father's demand that you be married to the heir of the Min Enterprises, it all went to waste when Yoongi agreed to it without any hesitation. 

"You were promised a Min, you must get a Min," your father had said. 

And that was how you were married to the elder son and Heir of the Min Enterprises, Min Yoongi.

~•~

If anyone had asked you which of the brothers would you rather get married to, you would have said Eunwoo without missing a beat. 

That was because he was the kindest, softest, and most sensitive human being out there. He cared about things very deeply and rarely ever did anything to intentionally hurt people. His father always criticized him for it. "You're too soft! You need to learn to be a man!" He would often yell.

But you never saw it as a flaw. In your eyes, it was a virtue only the rarest of angels possessed. 

Yoongi, on the other hand, had always intimidated you. Everyone at school was scared of him. He would often get into physical fights. He did not get along with his father at all and had, against his wishes, started working part-time as a delivery boy. He was the complete opposite of the calm Eunwoo. Nobody would ever be able to tell that they were related. 

As you all grew up, you started seeing less and less of him around. You later learned that he had moved out of the family house and was living somewhere away from the family mansion. He did end up joining his father in the office. "It's only to make sure Appa retires faster and gets out of our hair," Eunwoo had said jokingly. 

If you had thought he was intimidating before, he had turned a hundred times worse after growing up. He was quieter, didn't speak unless it was absolutely necessary and even then his sharp tongue was enough to make anyone cry. His feline eyes always seemed to be staring into your soul. 

Not that you would know. Despite being a very prominent part of his brother's life, Min Yoongi had never once looked at you. 

Until that day when he announced he would marry you. 

You swore you stopped breathing for a second when his intense dark eyes landed on you, staring at you as he announced, "I will marry her."

You had felt things inside that you had never felt before. Your mind filled itself up with images that would make the devil blush. You were thankful when he looked away because you found yourself incapable of doing so yourself. 

But that was the only time he had looked at you. You were sure he didn't even look at you when you walked down the aisle for him, not even when you took your place in front of him at the altar, not even when you two said your vows, and not even when the Priest announced that he could kiss the bride. 

He didn't. He didn't kiss the bride. 

At least not in the way you had wanted to. He just leaned in and kissed your cheek. Everyone thought it was cute, Min Yoongi, the man everyone feared kissing his young and seemingly innocent wife on the cheek. 

Except you weren't as innocent as everyone thought. You wanted him to grab your face and kiss the daylights out of you. You wanted him to claim you as his. 

You weren't even sure when you started having these feelings for him, but you do know that it made you burn with longingness for him. 

But you should have known that you were the only one longing for him, that a cheek on the cheek was all you were going to get. The minute you two reached back to his penthouse, he had all but left you alone after letting you know that the maid would help you settle in. And she did help to settle you—in a different bedroom, the one next to your husband's. She very kindly let you know that you were free to do whatever you wanted, just to never enter your husband's study. Nobody was allowed in there. 

You remember thanking her before locking yourself in the room, cursing yourself for wanting a man who wanted nothing to do with you. 

~•~

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months but nothing changed between the two of you. The mornings started with you having your breakfast in silence. If you're lucky, he would join you, or else, more often than not, he would be gone by the time you wake up. This morning, however, the two of you happened to wake up at the same time. You tried not to show your surprise when he walked out, already dressed in his suit and pants. "Good morning, sir," the maid said, to which she received a grunt. 

Over the time you have stayed with him, you have learned that Min Yoongi was a man of few words. He communicates more through gestures. "Your graduation is next week, isn't it?" He asked you as he read something on his tablet.

"Yes," you said, not at all surprised that he remembered. He knew everything. From your dog's birthday to your admission dates, he remembered everything. He was just perfect like that. 

"Is there anything specific you would like for that day?" He asked, still not looking at you. 

You, you wanted to say. It wasn't fair. You wished he was an inconsiderate asshole, then at least you could hate him. But no, he had to be kind and sensitive. He just didn't look at you the way you looked at him. You sometimes wished you could still see him as the cold CEO brother of Eunwoo. You sighed, shaking your head. 

"How about that trip across Europe you and your friends wanted? The one your friend wouldn't stop talking about when she came over?" You looked at him in surprise. Your friends loved him! They all clearly had the hots for him too and wouldn’t stop throwing themselves over him whenever they could.

God damn it. That was a good one. You could ask him for that. Or you could make the trip with your own, hard-earned money, which wasn't a lot considering you got it off an internship. Yeah, you decided, you would keep your pride. If he couldn't give you himself, then you didn't want anything else from him. "No, I have got it covered." 

He nodded. "If you need anything, let me know." 

"Yes, sir." You muttered, throwing your plate in the sink. "But even you couldn't give me what I want." 

That caught his attention. "Try me," He said. 

"Trust me, I want to." You said under your breath, walking away. You thought he didn't hear you. How could he? You said it so quietly. 

But he did. You were too busy sulking to notice the way his eyebrows shot up high on his forehead in surprise. He probably heard you wrong. There was no way you would say something like that. Yeah, that was it. 

Why would you say something like that? You didn't even like Yoongi. At least that's what he thought. You were such an angel, a sweetheart, who was more fitted to marry someone like his brother. And you would have, had he not fucked up. 

He couldn't imagine how heartbroken you must have been when Eunwoo returned with another girl. You two were always joined by the hip growing up. He knew how obsessed Eunwoo was with you. It didn't matter what time of the day it was, if something happened, he had to tell you. He had no idea where this other girl came from.

Yoongi also wasn't oblivious to the fact that you were scared of him. He still remembered how as kids, whenever you would catch sight of him, you would press yourself closer to Eunwoo. 

You were fragile. He was not. You guys were clearly not a good pair. If he were to touch you, he knew he would break you. Not that you wanted him to touch you, obviously. You needed someone who would treat you like a princess. Which was probably why you weren't happy in this marriage. Yoongi wanted to give you time to heal from a broken heart. He wanted to be your friend. He knew he might not be what you wanted but he really wanted to try. But he didn't know how to talk to you. 

He sighed, rubbing his forehead when his work phone rang. Well, that was a problem for the future him. Right now, duty calls.

~•~

You saw him. And your heart skipped a beat. There he was in his black suit, away from the crowd with flowers in his hands, waiting for you to step down the stage with your degree. 

When you woke up in the morning, you were disappointed to know that he was nowhere to be seen. When the maid told you that he had left early for the office, you couldn't help the tears pooling in your eyes. It was the single most important day of your life. Everyone's loved ones were going to be there. Well, everyone but you. Your parents were out of town. Of course, they couldn't be bothered to attend their only daughter's graduation ceremony. You thought maybe Yoongi would attend, for formality's sake. But of course, even he couldn't be bothered. 

When Eunwoo called to congratulate you, all he heard were controllable sobs from your end. He felt terrible knowing that you were going to the ceremony on your own. 

Was that why he was here? Oh, no. You would be so embarrassed if Yoongi was attending because Eunwoo asked him to. 

You carefully stepped down the steps and walked towards your husband. You could see how much attention he drew to himself even when he was standing in the shadows. You hated how every girl was ogling at him and there was nothing you could do about it. It made something burn inside you. 

The fire was so intense, that even his small, but the heart-melting smile couldn't put it off. You were blinded by jealousy, which was probably why you didn’t notice your husband staring at you in awe.

Yoongi couldn't believe how breathtaking you looked. He knew you were beautiful but today, you looked just like a princess out of a Disney movie. He couldn't see what type of dress you were wearing because of the ceremony gown you wore, but he could see it was baby blue, your favorite color. Your long hair fell down your shoulders in perfect curls and your face was glowing. 

You looked so happy on stage. His heart ached inside his chest when the smile he had come to admire so much fell off your face the minute you saw him. Did you not want him there? 

He woke up early and finished all his work so he could spend the rest of the day with you, but not once did he think of asking if you already had plans. He smiled when you walked to him, giving you the flowers he got for you. "Congratulations, Y/N." It took him a minute to realize that you looked different, fierce. Did he do something to make you angry? He tried to think of everything that has happened in the past few days but couldn't think of anything. 

“Enjoying the attention, Mr. Min?” You asked. He frowned. Where was that coming from? He noticed you glaring at someone to his right. He followed your eyes to find a young lady staring at him. He turned back to you, not understanding what was upsetting you so much. It wasn’t until you barked at the stranger did it click. “What are you looking at?” You asked the poor girl, looking beyond enraged. 

Were you, perhaps, jealous?

A spark of hope lit up in his heart. Maybe you two weren’t entirely lost, maybe you could still make it work? Not if it’s not yours, he wanted to say but found himself unable to do so. And then it was too late. 

“Hyung?” He looked to his left and found himself face-to-face with his younger brother. Dressed in a black suit with a baby blue tie, the same shade that matched his wife’s dress, he smiled up at his older brother. “We thought you wouldn’t make it.” He said, putting an arm around his best friend’s waist. 

“Why wouldn’t I be at my wife’s graduation ceremony?” Yoongi asked sharply, clenching his jaw when you didn’t push Eunwoo’s arm away. Why were you okay with this? Couldn’t you see how inappropriate this was? You should be wrapped around his arms, not his brother’s. You were his wife. What the fuck was he doing here anyway? Did you call him? Did you think that he wasn’t coming and thought it was the perfect opportunity to invite an ex-flame? 

What the fuck was he thinking? This was his brother he was talking about, the one who had a pregnant girlfriend waiting for him. Did she know he was meeting up with the woman he was going to marry? Were you two still talking? Were you still in love with him?

He felt like he was going to burst. 

“That’s great, Hyung! Come, join us for dinner.” Eunwoo, who was oblivious to his elder brother’s boiling jealousy, said. 

“No,” Yoongi refused, “I just came to congratulate Y/N. I have to go back. There’s a lot of work pending.” 

Of course, he did! You thought bitterly. When Eunwoo opened his mouth to protest, you stopped him. “Let him go. He is a busy man and doesn’t have time for such mundane events.” You then turned to him with a fake smile that cut right through his heart, “Thank you, Yoongissi. I appreciate the gesture.”

You might as well have slapped him across the face. 

But Yoongi didn’t let it show just how much your coldness affected him. He simply nodded before leaving you to celebrate with the man you probably wanted all along.

~•~

A week went by since the incident. You were still extremely hurt by the fact that Yoongi didn’t even bother to stay after the ceremony. That was how little you meant to him. You placed the bag you got on your bed, blushing when you thought of what was inside. You had gone out with your girlfriends to celebrate the break-up of one of them with their toxic partner. She wanted to end the night by getting everyone little souvenirs in the form of matching vibrators. Why that specifically? “Well, your girl needs something to fill her coochie if she really plans to lay off dick for a while.” She said mischievously. And that was how you ended up with a purple, sparkling vibrator. 

But you didn’t want a sparkling bunny vibrator, you wanted your husband’s dick.

You groaned, throwing yourself on the bed. “Why? God, why?” you yelled into your pillow. 

“Y/N?” You looked up when you heard his deep husky voice from the door. He was in his pajamas and looked like he had just woken up. “Did you just come home?” He asked, trying to adjust to the bright lights of your room. “Do you know what time it is?”

You rolled your eyes. No, you didn’t know what time it was but you knew it was late. Very late. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know there was a curfew.”

He frowned at your attitude. He couldn’t understand why you were so salty all of a sudden. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Shouldn’t he be the one who was upset? You were the one who called your ex to your graduation ceremony! But he forgot all about his anger when you stumbled towards him. He caught you before you could meet the floor, realizing that you were probably drunk. 

You gasped when you felt his cold hands around you as he held you against his chest. You looked up at his face, wondering what it would be to kiss his soft lips.

Yoongi’s cheeks turned red. There weren’t a lot of things that left him feeling flustered, but your little drunken confession left him fumbling for words. “W-what?” 

You blinked. Did you say that out loud?

The corners of his lips turned up as he let out a soft chuckle. “Yes, you did.”

“Well, I do.” You confess, the alcohol in your system turning you braver than you actually were. “I had wanted to kiss you since the day you agreed to marry me.”

He looked at you like you had grown a third head. “What?” He asked. 

“I…” you trailed, touching his lips with your fingertips. He leaned closer to your touch, feeling his lips burning under your feather-like touch. “Why don’t you want me?” You asked, feeling an overpowering urge to cry. You pulled away, feeling heavy with dejection. 

“I don’t want you? Y/N…” he stopped, reminding himself that you were drunk. You probably didn’t even mean half the things you said. What if you were mistaking him for someone else? His heart probably won’t be able to take it. So, he let it go. What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right? 

You ran to the bathroom to throw out all the money you spent that night. Yoongi followed as well, making sure to hold your hair up and rub your back as you threw out your insides. He stayed to help you clean up after, letting you change into comfortable attire for sleeping in. Well, more like giving the clothes to you and turning away so you could change. He refused to take advantage of your state. 

After tucking you in, he had made up his mind that it was time you both needed to have an honest conversation because you two were clearly on different pages. He knew he would probably have to put his heart on the line but he didn’t care. He couldn’t let you continue thinking that he didn’t want you. 

Just as he was able to leave, he tripped over the bag that had fallen off the bed. All of its content spilled out on the floor. He cursed under his breath, collecting everything and putting it back into the bag. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he picked up the brand-new vibrator. 

A couple of indecent images flashed in his mind of you using it. The most prominent one and the one that was making all his blood rush downtown was the one in which you were laying on the bed naked and spread like an eagle. Your hair was spread in beautiful curls under you as you moaned while fucking yourself with the purple toy. 

Better yet, he could imagine bending you over as he fucks you. He just knows you'd make the sweetest sounds. Jesus, the things he would do to you. 

He let out a string of curses when he felt his member turning hard. How were you able to do absolutely nothing and still turn him on?

He never thought he would be jealous of an inanimate object. What has his life come to? 

He sighed, putting the toy back into the bag, before placing it where he had found it. You didn’t need to know he saw that. You would probably be embarrassed. 

The damage, however, was done. The image of you fucking yourself with the pretty-looking vibrator was burned into his mind. He bit his lip as he palm himself through the pants. He couldn't stop himself from wondering what you would look like on your knees, what your hands would feel like, how your tongue would feel like. That was it, he was done waiting. He wanted you. The question was, did you want him, too? He didn't know. But he was going to find out. 

However, the next day when he woke up, you were nowhere to be seen.

~•~

You peeked inside to check if Yoongi was home. You sighed when you saw his work shoes were gone, along with his trench coat. Great! 

It's been a little over a week since you have been avoiding him. You still cannot believe you made a fool of yourself in front of him. Why did you confess? What was wrong with you? 

It wouldn't have been so bad had he confessed too. But he didn't. He didn't say anything. He didn't even deny it when you said he didn't want you. You had never felt this hurt before. But you couldn't really blame him. You couldn't help who you get attached to.

You really, really wish he hadn't taken care of you when you got sick. Couldn't he have mercy on you and just let you be? You get it! He wasn't into you. Why would he? He needed a strong, independent woman by his arm, not an amateur like you. 

Someone who wore bold colors and looked good in his arms. You observed, frowning at the stupid pastel-colored dress you were wearing. You huffed, pulling it over your head and throwing it across the room. You looked so weak and pathetic. No wonder everyone babies you. You sulked as you stared at the baby blue matching set of panties and bra that you were wearing. 

You bet the women he was into wore more daring lingerie, the kind that made them look like a predator instead of prey. You had one of those, but it had never seen the light of the day until now. You pulled it out of your wardrobe, running your hand across the see-through satin fabric, wondering what it would feel like against your skin. 

Before you knew it, you found yourself putting it on. You looked at yourself in the mirror in awe. The material felt… erotic, on you. 

You quickly put on your classic black Christian Louboutin and stared at the woman looking back at you in the mirror. Yep, this was the kind of woman he was into; bold, confident, and wild. 

You ran your hand down your breasts, feeling yourself. Closing your eyes, you imagined what his hands would feel like. You flickered your nipples over your bra, imagining his fingers being the ones teasing you instead. You thought about that night and how hard his body felt against you. You wondered how his naked torso would feel against yours. 

You felt your wetness starting to drip out of you, staining the satiny material of the thong. You cupped your heat, rubbing your thighs together for some sort of relief. Well, it looked like you were going to spend the rest of the day with your hand down your pants. But you knew it wasn't going to be enough. It was never enough. But then you remembered. 

The bag! 

You pulled it out from under the bed and looked at the sparkly bunny vibrator. You felt another wave of arousal hit you when you turned it on. You knew you were going to have fun with it. 

~•~

If there was one thing that was driving Yoongi crazy, it was this invisible wall between the two of you. He couldn't stand it any longer. But you kept making it difficult to talk to you. He wasn't a fool. He knew you were avoiding him. And he was sick of it. If he were to catch hold of you now, then God save you because he wasn't sure what he would do to you. 

He was so fucking fed up with chasing after you that he seriously contemplated tying you down in one place. Preferably your bed. With your legs apart. Torturing your sweet pussy to coax confessions out of you.

He stopped when he heard a sound coming from your room. There was a light buzzing, followed by what was unmistakably your moans. 

He didn't want to, no, it would be inappropriate but his legs started moving on his own accord till he was in front of your door. It was only half open but he could see you perfectly. 

And oh my god, what a sight!

You were wearing nothing but your lingerie, spread out on the bed with your eyes shut. Your mouth was gaping open as you moaned out the prettiest sounds he had ever heard. One of your hands was gripping the sheets while the other was busy thrusting the pretty vibrator in and out of your pussy. You hadn’t even gotten rid of your thong, just pushed it to the side. You cried out whenever the small head of the vibrator made contact with your clit. 

Yoongi felt like himself growing inside his pants. He felt like a pervert. This was so wrong. This was a private moment. He shouldn't be intruding on it. 

Summoning whatever self-control he had, he took a step back. He was about to turn around and walk away when he heard it. "Yoongi…" you gasped out. Did he hear it right? Your eyes were still closed so there was no way you saw him. You were so lost in it, he knew you weren't aware of his presence. 

Were you… thinking of him? 

"Yoongi, yes…" you said again. 

That did it. 

All the blood rushed straight to his cock. With all his reasoning lost, he knocked on the door. 

You gasped when you heard the knock, struggling to cover yourself with the sheets. Was the maid back? You thought, horrified. What you didn't expect was for the man you were fantasizing about to be leaning against your door frame with his hands crossed in front of him. Your heart stopped beating inside your chest when you caught the very dark look in his eyes. "What are you doing, precious?" He asked.

His deep voice had your pussy clenching around nothing. You bit your lip, resisting the urge to reach for your vibrator again. You gripped the sheet tighter against your chest as your heart pounded violenting inside it. You opened your mouth to say something but the minute he started taking small steps toward you, you found yourself incapable of doing so. Was he mad? He was mad. He looked mad. 

He picked up the vibrator that was still buzzing from where you threw it, turning it off. "I asked a question, doll." He said, looking at you again. 

You felt all the blood rushing to your cheeks as when you saw your vibrator, still sleek with your juices, in his hand. "I…" you what? 

"Were you playing with yourself?" He asked, his fingers sliding up the purple toy, gathering the wetness there, all the while still looking at you. 

"Y-yes." You stuttered. 

He curved the two wet fingers, asking you to come forward. You did as he said, opening your mouth and taking his digits in, making sure to clean him up with your tongue. His pupils dilated further as you sucked him clean. In a blink of an eye, his fingers were gone. You didn't get time to mourn the loss, however, when he grabbed your jaw and smashed his lips against yours. 

You couldn't believe it was finally happening. His soft lips molded perfectly against yours, just like you knew they would. You moaned when he bit your bottom lip, sucking it between his lips before letting go. 

He stepped away entirely, leaving you confused. He pulled the chair from the dressing away and turned it around before sitting on it so that he was facing you. "Continue, then." He said. 

You looked at him In confusion. "What…?" You asked timidly. 

"Show me how you play with yourself." 

Your face burned again with shame. You weren't sure if he was being serious or if this was a joke. But one look at his face confirmed that he was, indeed, serious. 

You had no idea what possessed you but if this devilishly delicious specimen of a man wanted you to play with yourself, then who were you to resist? You let go of the sheet covering yourself. You were still wearing your bra; and your thong, though ruined, was still very much on you. You saw his eyes following your every move as you undid the bra, letting it fall down your torso. You wanted to blame the cold air for how hard your nipples were but you knew you were fooling no one. Not when your panties were practically soaking with your juices. You wasted no time in taking it off you and throwing it somewhere in the room. 

You had to admit, you were a little turned off by how shamelessly your husband was checking you out. You spread your legs wide for him to see just how wet and needy you were. You played with your breasts as your pussy clenched around nothing, tugging and pulling at your nipples. You loved torturing the poor things. One of your hands found itself in between your legs, playing with your clit. You could see the tent in his pants. You loved knowing how affected he was. You did it to him. You turned him on. 

A moan slipped past your lips when your fingers found your needy hole. You fucked your fingers in and out of you, imagining them to be his long fingers. You had a fetish for his hands. "Oh, God…" you groaned. "It's not enough…" you whined, looking at the man who looked like he wanted to devour you. But that stubborn man didn't move. "Please…" you begged but he still didn't move. You kept fucking yourself with the fingers. You closed your eyes and cried out in frustration because you wanted more. "Yoongi… please. I want you." 

The minute the words left your mouth, you felt your wrist being pushed away from your gaping hole. He grabbed your legs and dragged you towards the edge of the bed, sitting down so that he was at eye-level with your dripping pussy. "Is that right?" He asked, caressing your inner thighs, and placing a small kiss on them. "you want me?" He further asked, his fingers inching closer to the place you wanted him the most. 

"Yes!" You nodded enthusiastically. He smirked at your reaction. Tracing his finger from your clit all the way down to your pussy, he rubbed the wetness all around. You sighed, blissfully, shivering whenever he rubbed your clit. You were feeling so sensitive. 

"Is that why you're so wet, baby?" He asked, circling around your opening, driving you insane. 

"Yes!" You froze for a couple of seconds, shivering in pleasure when you felt his sinful tongue running from your pussy all the way up to the clit. "Yess, oh god…" 

"Hmm, sweet, just like I thought." He said, pushing a single digit inside you, followed by another. "What was my brother doing at your graduation?" He asked casually as he continued pushing his digits in and out of your hole at an agonizingly slow pace.

"What?" You asked, taken completely by surprise. You wiggled your hips, trying to get his fingers in you deeper. You knew he could go deeper. You gasped when he smacked your inner thigh, stilling immediately.

"Behave," he said in that deep voice of his. The vibrations from his voice went straight to your core. "I asked a question." He said, kissing the spot he smacked. The feather-like kisses against the tingling flesh made you groan. He was teasing you. You hated it. 

"I thought you weren't coming." You answered. 

"So, you decided to call my brother?" He asked, scissoring his fingers inside you. 

"No," you whimpered. "He called me to congratulate me. He felt bad that no one was coming so he came along."

"He felt bad, did he?" He asked, sounding surprisingly bitter. "Did he feel bad enough to take you to bed?"

"What?" You asked. "No! I don't even see him like that! He is just a friend." 

He scoffed, pushing his fingers deep inside you, curving it upwards to massage a sweet spot there. "Right. A friend you were going to marry." 

"Yoongi…" you grabbed the sheets beside you as your whole body tingled with pleasure. "but nothing happened between us. We were always just friends." 

"Is that why you looked so cozy in his arms?" 

You grabbed his arm which was torturing you. He had pressed his fingers to the roof of your walls and was playing with your clit with his thumb. "Oh, my God, Yoongi stop, I will—" you cried out when he took his fingers out completely and pushed his tongue inside you, caressing and massaging your greedy walls. 

He moaned when your pussy clenched around his tongue as he thrust it in and out of your cunt while his thumb played mercilessly with your clit. 

Your back arched as the coil inside your stomach broke. You cried out his name as your orgasm took over your body, making you shiver uncontrollably. He fucked you with his tongue through your orgasm. Only when he was satisfied did he back away. 

He kissed you deeply like he was trying to mark your soul. You could taste yourself on his tongue but you didn't mind at all. You moaned when he pushed his tongue inside your mouth. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling him in closer, making him moan. 

He pulled away, kissing down your jaw, biting it teasingly. His dark pants had a wet spot on the crotch area because of how much pre-cum he was leaking. That was the hottest thing he had seen in his entire life. He groaned, burying his face in your neck when you rubbed yourself against his dick. 

"You're jealous," you said, smiling at him teasingly.

His heart flipped around inside his chest happily. He made you smile. You were smiling at him. Then he narrowed his eyes when he remembered what you said. "Of course, I'm jealous." He said, "You're mine."

You felt yourself getting wet again when he bit a sweet spot on your neck, moaning out his name. "Then why don't you claim me?" You asked, feeling sad all of a sudden. "You wouldn't even look at me!" 

"I was giving you space, baby." He said, kissing down your neck. "But now I know that was a mistake." He said, his arms finding your breasts, cupping them. 

You sighed in contentment when he did that. God knows how much they were craving attention. "God, you're beautiful." He whispered before taking one of your nipples in his mouth, twirling his tongue around the hard bud. "I'm always looking at you, princess. You just don't see me look away." He confessed, biting it before suckling on it. 

Your head spun with his confession and the various sensations he was subjecting you to. He chuckled when you tried to say something but it made absolutely no sense. He released the nipple to go torture the other one. "What was that, baby?" He asked.

"Want you." You repeated. 

"Yeah?" He asked, cooing at the way your lips jutted out to form a pout. "Want me? Is that why you were fucking yourself, precious?" He asked, tugging at your nipples with his fingers. You whimpered, nodding your head. He bit his lips. He was starting to lose control. You looked so fucking corruptible. "Were you thinking of my brother as you pushed the toy inside you? Huh?" 

"No!" You whined, tugging at his hair to meet his eyes, annoyed that he was bringing him up again. He smiled at how adorable you were. Maybe he should make you mad more often. "I was thinking of you." You admitted.

He wanted to hear you say that all day every day. "Yeah? What were you thinking about?" He asked, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall. 

You traced his abdomen, enjoying the feeling of his hard skin under your fingers. "I fantasized about licking your chest." You said. He smirked, pushing your hand away gently before undoing his belt. "I also thought of sucking your cock." He closed his eyes and swore when he felt his dick twitch. Who would've thought an angel like you had just a dirty mouth? He kicked his pants off as you continue, "I also thought about you bending me over on the dining table in the morning and just fucking me." He bit his lip, rubbing his painfully hard dick over the boxers. He has thought about that too. He quickly got rid of the underwear. 

He watched your eyes darkening when you looked at his member. You licked your lips as he stroked himself slowly, watching you as he did so. "I thought about you fucking me in the living room, balcony, shower, car, bedroom, every fucking surface, and against every wall in the house." You continued as he climbed back onto the bed again, taking place between your legs. 

"Is that so?" He asked, rubbing his tip against your pussy. You moaned, reaching for him. He leaned down to kiss your mouth. "You sound like you're a slut for me, baby. Is that what you want to be? Huh?"

"Yes, I want to be your cumdump. I want you to fuck me and cum in me whenever you want. I want to be yours. Just yours." 

He groaned, flipping you on your stomach. His hand found its way to your throat, not gripping just resting there as he pushed his entire length inside you. You both moaned together at the feeling. "Fuck, you're tight."

You clenched even more around him, loving how he filled you up. He spanked your ass. "Don't tease me, baby. I've reached my limit with you." He warned, biting your ear. 

"Then teach me a lesson." You said, clenching yourself around him again, making him groan again.

"If that's what you want, my love." He said in your ear. That was all the warning you got before he pulled all the way out and slammed back inside you, causing you to jolt forward from the impact. "Is this what you wanted?" He asked, slamming himself again and again into you. 

You cried out into your pillow, unable to find the words to tell him just how much you were loving it. The hand on your throat pulled you towards him till your back was arched against his chest, spanking your ass again. You moaned, wiggling against him. "I asked a question, love." He asked again, still fucking you deeply. 

"Yes!" You screamed. "This is what I wanted, oh fuck!" 

He let go of you, letting you fall on the bed again as he gripped your hips and thrust his cock inside you at a pace that had you screaming into your pillow. "Shit, you're so fucking tight." 

He put one of his legs around you. Your legs shook from how deep he was thrusting inside you. His hand found your throat again as he growled, "You're mine. Only mine." 

"Yes!" You agreed, enjoying the slight pressure he was applying on it. "I'm yours. Only yours!" 

"I'm not sharing you with anyone." He said, pulling your face back to plant a kiss on your lips, "not even my brother. Understood?" 

"Yeah," You sobbed breathlessly, whimpering under him as he squeezed a little harder.

"No more running away, you get it?" He said, biting your shoulders as he continued pistoling his manhood inside you. 

"Yes!" You managed to say.

"And no more toys without me," he said, his other hand reaching down to pinch your clit, "Only I get to play with you." 

You nodded your head, not really hearing him at this point. The way he was fucking into you, along with his fingers on your clit and the way he squeezed your throat were all too much for you. The coil inside your stomach was tightening again. Your mind went blank due to all the sensations. He groaned when he felt your walls tightening around him. "Cum for me, baby." He said.

You screamed his name the moment he let go of your neck and your orgasm hit you like a tsunami, leaving you a shaking mess underneath him. It was the kind that had you seeing stars in broad daylight/

"Fuck," he cursed, his thrusts stuttering as he chased his own release. You craned your neck and kissed him when you felt him shoot rope after rope of cum deep inside you, painting your insides white. He moaned into your mouth, thrusting into your pussy till the end. 

You turned around in his arms, luring him to lay beside you. You put your head on his chest. He sighed, wrapping his arms around you. "Stay like this for a little while." You pleaded. 

He kissed the top of your head. "I'll stay like this for as long as you want." 

You smiled, feeling your eyes burning. He looked at you when he felt something wet and warm against his chest. He took your face in his palms, looking at you in concern. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? I swear, Y/N! You should have said something, let me see! Where does it hurt?" 

You chuckled at his concern. "I'm fine." 

He frowned. "Then why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?" 

"I thought you didn't want me." 

He looked at you like you had grown a third head. He then chuckled softly, kissing your nose before confessing, "I thought you didn't want me, too." 

"Well, we are idiots." You said. 

You fell into a comfortable silence, until he suddenly said, "We are doing it in the bathroom next." 

"Stop—" you protested as your own words came back to you, making him chuckle in delight.

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- match made in hell, 11 (m) ;  myg

rivals to lovers + arranged marriage au, 6.3k

warnings: mention of missing person, yoongi using his talents of persuasion, mommy issues - yikes, feelies..., explicit smut, oral (f receiving), sexual happenings in a limo (aur rich ppl sex), yoongi's black card (moan) etc.

note: not the accidental four month break. anyway hey guys lol pls don't get ur hopes up that i'm gna post 24/7 i am pretty rusty :(. feedback always welcome! (lets hope this tumblr update hasn't fucked up my layout lol) btw this is oc's dress during the limo scene

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“Do you remember when anyone last saw your father?”

Your hands are shaking and you can barely think straight but you have to answer the question for your mother. She’s been in hysterics since she called you, crying down the phone about how long your father had been missing for. You did what you do best and took over proceedings, answering the hard questions and ultimately shoving down any distress you feel over the situation.

You shake your head, trying to find the words while your brain runs a hundred miles an hour, “I was scheduled to appear at his GA meeting,” your voice shakes, and across the room, you can feel Yoongi’s eyes on you, watching patiently as you tell the officers everything you know, “He’s struggled with gambling for a few years now. He went on a business trip on Friday and was meant to come back yesterday,”

The officer nods, writing down the information you’re providing as you stare at the floor. This is the first time you have told someone outside of your family about your father’s issues, and you can’t even bear to look at Yoongi. For some reason, you can’t handle him being nice to you right now, noting the way he pushes his fingers through his hair, as if he’s distressed on your behalf.

Your father’s disappearance on top of everything else has you fraying at the edges, the events of the last forty eight hours leaving you exhausted right down to the bone. The officers discuss amongst themselves, comparing your statement with your mother’s, and the looks on their faces tell you it doesn’t look good. A part of you almost wishes you could tell them about the messages you have been receiving, their connection to the break in, but you know that could put you in danger. The loan sharks your father was involved with have made it known to you that they have more than one cop in their pocket, and if you were to open your mouth, who knows who could get hurt?

Once the police leave, Yoongi approaches you, face pensive as he crouches down in front of you, “They’re gonna find him, okay?”

For the first time since you spilled your family’s dirty laundry to the police, you look at Yoongi, his gaze honest, filled with concern for you, and you can’t help but feel a little guilty. You’ve not told him anything about the messages, nothing about how much money you have had to drain from your trust fund, and you can’t help but want to keep it from him. The weakness of your actions and your inability to stand up to these thugs has left you feeling unsure of yourself. 

His hand brushes yours, fingers stroking along your palm and you let out a breath of air that feels like it has been locked in your chest since you received the latest demand for money from the loan sharks. Despite everything, Yoongi seems to keep you grounded, bringing you back to the here and now and quieting your brain for just a little while.

“I have to go out today,” He says, his eyes watching his own fingers as he continues to trace a soft, steady pattern along your palm and up each finger. When he looks up at you, there’s a measured heat lying in his dark eyes, and you know he is touching you for himself as well as you, “are you gonna be okay here?”

Nodding, you fix a smile on your face, as bright as you’re able given the current situation. Yoongi smiles back, a gentle curl of his lips that has your chest burning a little. When he leans forward, you hold your breath, swallowing when Yoongi presses his lips to your cheek. He pulls away slowly, lingering as if magnetised to you and your eyes find his before you inevitably trail your gaze down to his lips. His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip once, the spell broken once he closes his eyes and backs away. 

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,”

The gruff tone of his voice doesn’t go unnoticed, and you nod, worried your own voice will give you away. As you watch Yoongi leave, you can’t help but fall back into the memories of the night of the auction, his skilled way of making you forget all your problems, completely taking you out of your body and emptying your mind with his hands, his lips, his body. 

Before you lose yourself in daydreaming, you decide to carry on with your day, rubbing at your palm as if you can still feel Yoongi’s fingers brushing the skin there. 

------

Yoongi hasn’t been on this side of town for a while, but he agreed to meet Chang Kwan at his latest development project, somewhere secluded. He can’t risk being seen by someone you know, otherwise his whole plan will be blown out of the water. 

“Mr Min,” Kwan greets him with a firm handshake, hardhat covering his dark head of hair as he passes one to Yoongi, leading him back towards the quieter side of the building site, “I have to say, I wasn’t expecting to hear from you given my refusal to your proposal,”

“I’m a determined man,” Yoongi says, stopping by the metal fencing overlooking the river, “you have something I want,”

“The building,” Kwan nods, a smile on his face telling Yoongi the man has no intention of giving up the unit, and in any other scenario, he wouldn’t expect him to. But this isn’t any other scenario, and Yoongi isn’t going to give up easily.

It didn’t take much for him to forge some fake information on the building, and he’s still not totally confident in whether he has broken any laws, but he’s armed with more than enough information to convince Kwan to sell up. There’s a sense of duty, of obligation within him that powers him to want to do this for you. Especially with everything you have going on right now. 

One way or another, he’s going to get you this damn building.

“I compiled some of the latest surveys on the building, as well as some safety reports,” Yoongi hands Mr Chang the manilla envelope, watching as he sifts through the countless papers talking of rat infestations and heavy amounts of black mould. None of it is true, of course, but Yoongi can already tell from the clean, pressed suit Chang is wearing that he doesn’t have a very hands-on approach with his builds, “As you can see, Mr Gong wasn’t very forthcoming about the issues with the building,”

His brows furrow, reading through each report, before he looks up at you, eyes narrowed, “If the building is so condemned then why do you want it so badly?”

Yoongi grins, a smug type of smile he would normally abhor, but he needs to use all the tools at his disposal, “I’m a Min. My family has generations of wealth, fixing the building would be of no cost to me,” he glances around at the building site, having done his own research on the man in front of him, “but from what I’ve heard of your last two developments, you’re not in the same position. I’m well aware you’re putting the majority of your fortune in this. I’m willing to take this new building off your hands,”

Chang is moments away from breaking, and to save himself the trouble, Yoongi pulls out the small folded up piece of paper from his pants pocket, holding it between two fingers, “If you’re having trouble deciding, I can throw a profit in there, too,”

Kwan doesn’t hesitate to open up the check, eyeing the zeroes on the check with wide eyes, lips parted in surprise. Yoongi knows this isn’t a deal Kwan is in a position to back down from, so it’s no shock to him when he leaves the building twenty minutes later, three million short in his bank account and the deeds to the building in his hand. 

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It’s a slow day at the office, normally a reprieve from the hectic stream of patients filling in and out of your office, but today you almost wish you had the distraction. 

Four days have passed since your father went missing, and the police currently have no leads on his whereabouts, no clues as to what could have happened to him or whether or not anyone is involved. It’s been playing on your mind, different scenarios of your father’s fate flashing behind your eyelids, waking you up in a cold sweat or haunting you in between every patient. It’s a wonder you even made it into the office today, but your mother insisted you go on as normal. 

It’s the same thing she says now, standing in your office with a paper cup of coffee in her manicured hand, face devoid of emotion now it’s just the two of you, and that’s your first inkling that something isn’t quite right. 

“Your father wouldn’t want you worrying,” She says, lifting the hot drink to her lips. She grimaces a little, used to high-priced filtered coffee and not the watered down machine beverages you offer in the clinic’s waiting room, “I’m sure things will work out,”

This isn’t the same woman you saw days ago, in hysterics when speaking to police officers, her makeup smudged with tears. Now, it would appear that nothing is wrong, as if your father is simply taking a trip and she expects him back within a few hours. 

“Mom,” You say, dropping formalities in a rare moment of confusion at your mother’s apparent indifference to the situation. You know people handle shock in different ways, so you don’t want to grill her right away, “you do realise father is missing, right? This is serious,”

Her eyes meet yours and there’s something in her stare that makes you feel uneasy, like an icy finger trailing down your spine. She doesn’t say anything for a few beats, shifting restlessly in her seat before you break the moment, demanding to know what she’s not telling you. 

“Mother,”

Her eyes filter through numerous emotions, from guilt to shame and back to fear, and then she’s speaking, words falling from her lips as if she can’t hold them in any longer.

“Your father made me promise to keep you out of it,” She says, “I didn’t like the idea at first, but it seems like the only option,”

“What seems like the only option?” Your heart scarcely beats, seeming to freeze in your chest as the seconds tick by far too slowly, your shoulders tense in preparation for whatever bomb your mother is about to drop on you. 

She inhales deeply, hands shaking a little as she takes another sip of the coffee, “Your father isn’t missing. He’s in France,” when you don’t speak, she carries on, oblivious to the fact your world is shattering around you by the second, “the only way to escape his debt was to fake his death. In a week or so, the police will find his car by the side of a cliff in Jeju. With no body, he will be assumed dead, and his debts will be gone,”

You can hardly believe what you’re hearing and you’re not sure if your parents actually understand the implications of their actions. There’s a slow building fire burning in your chest, ready to implode and take everything around you with it, fuelled by years of long-buried resentment and anger. Their selfish actions have gone too far, taking not only your grandmother’s legacy but also your own future away from you. 

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” 

Your mother seems startled at the cold tone of your voice, so used to you rolling over and taking whatever ridiculousness your parents throw at you, but not this time. You’re done, for good. You need to let them clean up their own mess, “We created this plan with you in mind -”

“Don’t you dare lie to me, mother,” Your hands are shaking, body burning with so much frantic energy that you’re pushing yourself up and out of your seat, moving to stand by the window of your office just so you don’t have to look at the woman who barely raised you, “Nothing you and father have ever done has been for me. It’s always been about the two of you, about dad’s inability to help himself and get over his addiction. You’ve both been given multiple handouts, so many chances to turn over a new leaf, and you’ve never taken it,” you’re breathing hard through your nose, tears burning your eyes and throat as you force yourself to look at your mother’s pale face, “Now, your idiocy is affecting me. It’s putting me and my husband in danger, and you have no idea what dad has just done by running away from his problems. Again,”

It seems pointless by now to tell your mother about the threats the loan sharks have thrown your way, knowing that she will do nothing to help. Can do nothing to help. Once again, you’re left to carry this alone, and this is where it ends now. It has to end now, for your own safety. 

“Get out, mother,” Turning away from her again, you speak into the deathly silence of your office, “Get out and don’t ever come back,”

The small kid inside of you almost wants her to beg for forgiveness, to promise to change and to vow to protect you from whatever is coming. But it’s a dream that will never come true, something you have learned to accept since you were old enough to spot the signs. And even though you expect it, it doesn’t hurt any less when you hear the creak of the chair followed by the soft click of your office door closing behind her. 

You’re given ten minutes to collect yourself before Nayeon comes rushing into your office, the waiting room behind her near empty as she pauses at the doorway, probably taking in your drained expression. Knowing you well, she doesn’t press you for information, instead lifting her phone out of her pocket and placing it on your desk. 

“You look like you need some good news, and I’ve just received a very interesting email you might wanna read,”

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The decision to throw a party in celebration of getting the unit was solely Nayeon’s idea, deciding that you need a break and an excuse to let your hair down. Once you filled her in on your family issues, Nayeon was only too eager to give you an excuse to relax. 

Of course, Yoongi had some questions, and you have spent the best part of a week attempting to avoid answering them for fear of appearing like an idiot for letting your parents string you along for so long. Apparently, for some reason, you care about what your husband thinks of you nowadays. 

Parental problems aside, you and Yoongi haven’t really had a moment alone since the night in your study. Ever since that heated clinch against your desk, you haven’t really had the time nor the mental capacity to unpack your reaction to your rapidly changing feelings towards your husband, and the longer you leave it to fester, the more impossible the conversation seems. 

It’s not that things are awkward around the two of you, in fact it seems quite the opposite. Yoongi is more attentive, looking out for you in ways you never expected nor realised you needed. You can’t help but feel the change between you each time you’re alone together, watching him over the table at breakfast as he cuts blood sausage for you or when he checks in with you before the two of you go to bed in your separate rooms. 

Of course, there’s that same old tension that arises whenever you’re around each other. That burning need to touch him still hasn’t gone away, even with the two times that you have been intimate and you have a feeling it’s something you can’t get rid of. These days, you’re not even sure if you want to. Your feelings are confusing, scrambling your brain, but you can at least trust your body’s urges. 

Perhaps your husband wouldn’t oppose a ‘marriage with benefits’ situation…if those even exist.

Blinking at yourself in the mirror, you once again realise you’ve been lost in thought, checking the time on your cell phone to see you’re already running late for your own party. Running a comb through your hair, you check your makeup before walking over to the dress laid out on your bed. You can’t say for sure that you haven’t picked out the slinky, silk pink dress for nefarious reasons, a sick kind of excitement bubbling in your stomach at the prospect of seeing Yoongi’s reaction to your outfit. 

Pulling the dress up over your body, you reach behind you to tighten the strings at your side, forgoing a bra due to the almost fully open back. Stepping away, you check your reflection, pleased with the way the material skims your figure and hugs in all the right places. Pairing it with matching heels, you grab a clutch and head for the stairs. 

As expected, Yoongi is already there waiting, dressed in an all-black ensemble, the first two buttons of his shirt open to expose the smooth skin of his neck. His hair tickles his collar, falling against his temples in waves and you’re struck with the insatiable urge to run your fingers through it. Your ogling is cut short, however, when your husband looks up from his phone, eyes flicking towards you once and then twice, lingering a second time as he takes in your outfit with barely restrained heat in his eyes. Your skin feels warm under his gaze, and you descend the stairs on legs that are a little shakier than they were before. 

“How do I look?” You ask once you reach the bottom, indulging yourself a little by turning so Yoongi can get a full look at your dress, his eyes ghosting the expense of your spine, cut off just above your bottom. You don’t miss the hard swallow before he speaks, his eyes trailing from your feet up towards your face achingly slow. 

“You look like a dream,” He says, catching you off guard not only with the gravelly tone of his voice, but also the soft look in his eye. He looks away before you can linger in his eyeline, reaching to the coat rack to grab your black evening coat, helping you into it. 

“I forgot to congratulate you on the building,” Yoongi says, his breath brushing your neck. You fight against the urge to shiver, “you must be thrilled,”

Turning, you face your husband, intrigued by his cool attitude to losing the building to you. Of course, neither of you would have gotten the unit if the anonymous buyer hadn’t pulled out and sold it to you. Yoongi’s eyes are sincere, honest as he grins down at you, and you can’t help but smile back.

“Thank you,” 

The two of you stand there for a moment, the air around you heavy with expectation and barely a few moments pass before you find yourself aching for Yoongi to kiss you. To touch you, or something. For the first time in months, you’re unapologetic about your attraction to him, you want him badly and you know from the way his hands run from your collar to your arms that he feels the same. 

Yoongi steps away first, however, leaving you bereft. When he takes your hand, you startle a little, tiny pings of electricity buzzing between your palms as his fingers enclose your own. The intimate gesture is foreign, but no less addictive, and you let your hand relax as the two of you leave the house for the party. 

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“Y/N, it’s been so long!”

Choi Nari, an old college friend, is someone you never expected to see at your party, but Nayeon is many things if not thorough when it comes to guest lists. It’s been eight long years since you last saw her but her positive sparkle hasn’t dulled one bit.

Probably due to her successful dental clinic that opened up a couple years ago, and the fact she is married to one of the most wealthy plastic surgeons in Seoul, but you know that either way she would still be her sweet self.

“So happy you could come,” You smile, pulling out of the hug she wrestled you into, “I heard about your practice. Congratulations,”

“Thanks,” She grins, “but tonight is all about you! Your PA has really gone all out, ice sculptures and limousines. Very classy,”

Nayeon is always a fan of over the top parties, and you knew tonight would be no different, even when you’d requested something lowkey. She never fails to make you feel special when the time calls for it. 

Nari chats with you for a little longer, going over the years since college and how things have changed. She surprises you with news of her pregnancy, gushing over the scan pictures she brings up on her phone. While you’re not particularly maternal yourself, you can appreciate your old friend’s happiness, and so you indulge her in the baby talk for a while before the conversation switches to you. 

“Look at you! Married to Min Yoongi,” Her eyes widen comically, “If you had told me that back in college, I would have laughed. The two of you were at each other like cat and mouse,”

You grin, marvelling at how much has changed not just since college, but since your wedding day. Before, you couldn’t stand to be around Yoongi, knowing what he took from you right when you thought he was different. But now, well, you can practically feel him wherever he is in the room, able to sense his eyes on you even when you’re on different sides of the ball room. 

“Things haven’t changed that much,” You wink, “we definitely still have our moments,”

“Oh, I bet,” She giggles into her lemonade, “I never thought you two would get past the whole thing with the internship, but I suppose Yoongi told you what happened,”

The room muffles a little at the mention of the reason for your feud with Yoongi, particularly about the latter part of Nari’s statement. For years, you have held a bitter resentment towards Yoongi for taking the final spot on the Soonchunhyang University Hospital medical internship, angry at his ability to pip you to the post every time thanks to his family background and his elevated position in society thanks to him being a man. The reminder gives you a sharp stab in the chest, your frown preluding your question to Nari.

“Told me what?”

Nari smiles at you, brows drawn together as if she can’t understand why you’re asking her that question, but she fills you in anyway, “That he gave up his place on the internship,” she sips at her drink, watching you closely as shock ripples across your features, “How did you not know? Everyone was talking about it on campus,”

Of course, you wouldn’t know. The morning you saw the final list of successful applicants, you bailed, deciding to finish out your studies at home. Being right at the end of your final year, you only had one exam left to revise for, and so you chose to spend your final weeks as a senior with your dying grandmother. It only hurt more when the day the internships were due to begin fell on the same day your grandmother passed. 

But Yoongi gave it up? Why would he do that?

You don’t realise you’ve asked the questions out loud until Nari is answering you.

“Apparently he heard the dean and some of the board of directors chatting about you. You’d scored the highest on the entrance exam but they were, well,” Nari gave you a knowing look, “we know how older men in the medical field can be. They gave the position to the second highest candidate, which happened to be Yoongi. Once he found out, he declined the offer and got a spot at Severance Hospital instead,”

Everything seems off kilter suddenly, your brain swimming with the new information, your mind unable to rewrite everything you thought was true about your husband. He gave up the spot for you. He turned it down because they were being discriminatory to you, and yet you assumed he hated you all this time. 

He probably just hated you for bailing, leaving without a word and then being a bitch to him for the past eight years. Suddenly, there’s an intense need to see him. To be near him, clarify what you’ve heard is true and find out the reason behind it. 

You leave Nari with nothing more than a rushed apology, searching the crowd of people you barely know for your husband and finding him with a group of doctors from other hospitals, probably old college friends of his, too. You march over, unable to stop yourself from butting into their conversation, putting on a smile and wrapping your hands around a startled Yoongi’s arm. 

“Sorry, I need to drag my husband away for a moment,” You smile sweetly at the other men, only looking at Yoongi when you notice him staring down at you with an amused and intrigued expression. His lips are curled into a small smile, and god you really need to kiss him right now. More than kiss him, in fact. 

You tug Yoongi’s arm, his long legs following behind you even as he questions what on earth you are doing, “Y/N? Is everything okay?”

You don’t answer, you can’t really, not when your throat swells with the need to quiz him on every little thing he did back in college. Anything you might have missed, just like you missed the gigantic revelation that your husband is not an asshole after all. He’s actually wonderful, and you need him badly. 

The cold doesn’t bother you as you drag Yoongi outside towards the parking bay, seeking out the limousine you rode in on the way here. Sure, you could have shoved him into a store cupboard or taken him to the bathrooms, but you want him home. You need to get him home before you do something obscene in full view of all your alumni and co-workers. 

The pair of you make it to the limo just as Yoongi is attempting to shrug off his jacket to give to you, his cheeks flushed with the cold while yours are burning with something else, something far more carnal. 

Opening the door, Yoongi watches you as you grip his jacket, giving him about two seconds to process before you’re shoving him inside and pushing him onto the seat. He grunts in surprise, eyes watching yours with interest and a building heat as you climb in after him, straddling his hips and closing the door behind you, enclosing you both in the limo and forcing yourself to confront the feelings rushing in your chest. 

-----

Yoongi can hardly believe what is happening. 

Here you are, panting and pink in the fact, sitting on top of him in that sinful excuse for a dress. Your nipples are hard, likely from the cold, but Yoongi has a feeling that’s not the only reason. For a long while you just look at him, eyes fluttering before your tongue darts across your lips. 

“What are you doing, Y/N?”

“I don’t know,” You say, and Yoongi can’t help but think it’s the most honest you’ve ever been with him. The look in your eyes is part fear, part arousal, and he’s desperate to unpack the reasons behind both. 

Gingerly, his hand comes to rest on your hip, enjoying the feeling of you straddling him far too much for him to think clearly in this moment, but he finds himself holding back. Waiting for you to explain, or make the first move. He knows he’s too far gone to refuse either. 

When you do speak, your voice is uneven, as if you’re afraid to get the words out but Yoongi is a patient man. He wants to know every thought racing around in that pretty head of yours, and he’s willing to keep his hands to himself all night if it’ll get you to reveal them.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the internship?”

Those are the last words Yoongi expects to come out of your mouth and he finds himself feeling foolish for not expecting it sooner. His eyes widen, hands shifting on your hips as you pin him with that naked, eager stare, and he gives in. 

“Who told you?”

“Does it matter?” Your fingers fumble with the lapels of his suit jacket, your eyes cast downward for a moment while he watches your every move as if he can’t look away, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He sighs, breath brushing the hair off your neck and he feels himself growing hard, body suddenly registering the firm heat of your body over his. In an attempt to steady himself, Yoongi clears his throat, focusing on the here and now, preparing to be honest with you about the past. 

“I had to give it up,” He says, deciding to put it as simply as he can, “the spot wasn’t mine. It was yours,”

He can’t place the look that falls into your gaze, an uncharacteristic softness takes hold of your features, and before he can say anything further, you’re tugging him by the lapels, sealing your mouth with his own. 

Yoongi’s hands grip your waist almost immediately, hungry for the touch of you, desperate to feel each little rock of your hips against him while his tongue brushes your lip, licking off the sweet taste of your lipgloss. He groans, an animalistic sound low in his chest, overcome with desire over the way you take control, pulling him closer and closer until his chest is flush with your own. 

“I-I need you, now,” You say through panting breaths, lips still ghosting his own, hips just beginning to grind down against Yoongi’s rapidly hardening erection. The smooth, soft material of your dress does crazy things to his brain, and he can feel each warm inch of your body through the thin fabric, hands roving over your ass to the strings holding your dress up at the back. 

“You can have me, kitten,” He murmurs, lips brushing your jaw while his hands frantically try to undo the ties of your dress, cock so hard it’s almost painful each time his fingers brush the bare skin of your back, “This dress has been torturing me all fucking night,”

There’s a brief moment where you gasp, cutting off what Yoongi assumes is a laugh to confirm that everything went to plan, and he can hardly say he’s surprised. The moment he saw you descend the staircase in this poor excuse for a dress he had only one thing in mind, and that was how to get the damn thing off you. Now, he tugs at the strings that cross over your spine, the tight knot in his stomach only loosening the moment he feels the delicate material give, straps falling off your shoulders and sliding down your arms, your bare body revealed to him like a magician’s final trick, a soft rustle of silk accompanying the sound of your frantic breaths. 

His thumb brushes your breast, your eyes rolling into the back of your head when he pulls away from your neck long enough to lift his gaze, watching your reactions to his touch with rapt interest. Brushing your nipple, he bathes in the sounds of your soft moans that stick in the back of your throat, lips finding your shoulder, tasting that spot where it curves into your neck just to drive you wild. He smiles against your flesh when it works, your hands pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders, fingers fumbling as you rush to undo the buttons on his shirt. 

“Come on, Yoongi,” The words are breathless, rushing from your lips and cutting off in a gasp as you rake your nails down Yoongi’s chest, his jaw clenching almost as hard as his stomach when you let your touch smooth down to the evident bulge in his slacks, “I can’t wait anymore,”

Yoongi moves his hand from your thigh, cupping the back of your neck to bring your lips to his, if only to shut you up for the moment and let him marvel in your obvious and unabashed desperation for him. It doesn’t last long though, soon you’re grinding those sweet little hips into his erection and he almost goes blind with the need to get inside you already. 

He manoeuvres you in the space of the limo, deciding to forgo trying to find space for you both on the seats and laying you back against the floor instead. He takes a short moment just to look at you, hair mussed, fanned out against the plush carpeted floor, breasts bare and pinkened from his eager nips and touches. Your chest heaves, legs parted around his waist, and Yoongi can hardly believe how fucking lucky he is that he gets to see you like this.

“Yoongi,” You whine again, hands pulling at his shirt, loosening it from his pants. It’s half open, and he hardly has a moment to prepare before you’re sitting up, kissing your way from his neck to his chest, hands fumbling with his belt. He doesn’t stop you this time, his fingers soon joining yours, helping him tug down his slacks and shrug out of his shirt. He watches as you take off your dress, pushing it off your hips and wiggling free until you’re completely bare in front of him. 

His breath grows ragged when he legs his eyes fall to the plush, pink heaven between your legs, his cock hardening even further than he thought possible, near painful at this point. His voice is rough when he speaks, so thick with lust he can barely breathe, “All this time you weren’t wearing underwear?”

Your heavy-lidded eyes meet his, and Yoongi can’t stop himself from crowding you, his body falling over yours as he brushes his lips against your collarbone.

“I couldn’t - The dress,” You gasp when Yoongi’s teeth brush your nipple, hips canting up in desperate need for friction, “Panty lines,”

Thank God for panty lines, Yoongi thinks just moments before his mind blanks out, focused on one thing only as the taste of your skin registers on his tongue, lips pressing wet kisses into the softness of your stomach. He drags his teeth along your hip bones, enjoying the way each breath shakes as it leaves your lips. 

His hands are parting your thighs, shoulders tucking under them as he softly licks against your thigh, and that’s when he hears the soft knock against the window. His head shoots up a little too fast, all his blood currently residing in his dick. 

“Fuck,” He grits out, casting you a glance while you grapple with your dress, throwing it over your body. There’s no way he’s leaving this damn limo without having you once, maybe even twice if the universe will allow it. 

His hands fumble with his discarded slacks, looking for his wallet. Shuffling over to the door, Yoongi opens it just barely so he can see the man standing outside - clearly the gentleman hired to drive the limo. Either way, he could be the king of England for all Yoongi cares right now. 

“Sir -”

“Here,” Yoongi opens his wallet, slipping out one of his black cards and thrusting it at the man, who peers down at it with alarm, “I’ll buy this limo - name your price. I don’t care, just bill it to me,” 

The man only just grabs the card before Yoongi slams the door shut, locking it for good measure. The windows are already a little foggy, and thankfully blacked out, so he feels secure when he turns back to you, tossing his wallet onto the seat. 

Your eyes are wide, a hand at your mouth as your shoulders shake with barely-restrained laughter, “I can’t believe -”

Yoongi cuts you off with a long, promising kiss, eager to remind you of what he intends to do to you in this limo. You’re moaning softly against his lips by the time he reluctantly pulls away, hands circling your wrists and pushing them back against the carpet, “There’s no way I’m giving up fucking you in a limo. It’s like all my college fantasies come to life,”

“Oh yeah?” You say, wiggling your brows with a dazzling smile on your lips that Yoongi can hardly look away from, his chest burning, “What fantasies are these?”

Instead of answering, Yoongi kisses you, opting to show instead of tell as he resumes his spot between your thighs. You barely suck in a breath before he’s trailing a long lick against the centre of you, pausing at your clit, groaning from the taste. Your back arches, hips chasing the feeling as he continues, suckling at that soft, sensitive bud until your thighs are shaking on either side of his head. 

“God, yes -” Your hands reach out above you, fingers clutching at the soft carpet. 

All the while Yoongi watches, enjoying every little sound you make, even the ones you don’t realise you’re making. He loves it, loves everything you do. He loves it all, he realises with a jolt, his heart stopping for a millisecond before he pushes the distant thought aside and focuses on making you come. 

His finger pushes into your wetness, Yoongi’s tongue doing most of the work while he thrusts one, and then two fingers into your tight cunt, enjoying the rhythmic pulses that indicate your oncoming orgasm. You’re moaning, hardly able to stop yourself with a hand over your mouth before your body tenses, pussy clutching at Yoongi’s fingers so hard he can barely keep thrusting.

He can only watch in wonder, watch as you're chanting his name, voice hoarse, and Yoongi can hardly hold back the smile he presses against the skin of your stomach. It's within those few silent moments before you drag his body over yours that Yoongi realises with quiet terror that he is fucked.

In more ways than one.

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- match made in hell, 12 (m) ;  myg

rivals to lovers + arranged marriage au, 4.6k

warnings: blackmail, threat, daddy issues, angsty angst, explicit smut, shower seggs, lovemaking…perhaps?, surprisingly tame smut for these two ngl

note: hello hello! we are so so close to the end (chapter 14 will be the last, and then the epilogue uwu), thank you for all the love n support even after i left y’all hanging for so long lmao. i hope this makes up for it :D

prev. next.

The next few days follow much the same and yet entirely different to the days before. The shift in your relationship with Yoongi not unnoticed by either of you, though you appreciate the relaxed approach the two of you have decided to take to it, neglecting to discuss it and simply being in the moment. Being with each other, instead of against each other. 

Continuar lendo

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💌 “fxck a fxckboy!" | myg

where you sort of hooked up with one of the school’s biggest fuckboys but end up leaving him hanging and never contacting him because…well…why not? somehow the universe brought you two together and now you’re left with dealing with him because he apparently caught feelings for you.

; pairing: flirty/smartass!y/n x fuckboy!yoongi

; warnings: ass grabbing, ass slapping, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, cock warming, blowjobs, breastplay, mention of sex toys, mention of masturbation, usage of mature words, some dirty talk, jealous yoongi (my fave hehe)

; genre: smut (18+), pwp (?)

; wc: 11k+ (the most i’ve ever written 🤯 sorry hehe)

a/n: fuck fuckboys or fuck a fuckboy? 🫣 honestly really wanted to write something for that pic of yoongi (jeeeesus😮‍💨) and thought “yeah i think he should be a fuckboy or something” lol…also peep the namaikizakari pic heheh—one of my favorite mangas!! 🫶

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He led you to his bedroom in his currently empty but shared apartment he lived in, your soft hand in his. 

The two of you had just gone back from the bar, the two of you slightly tipsy—more him than you. You didn’t drink much compared to him. You knew your limits and you made sure that you stayed away from being severely, passed out drunk. To keep things short, you both had shitty days and you both just wanted to let it all out with a little one night stand—no biggy, right? But who would've thought that you would be doing a quick fuck with the one an only Min Yoongi, a fairly popular boy at your university who’s only interested in just fucking without any feelings. You could probably answer your statement, actually: the man is just down to fuck anyone he sees. You’ve heard it everywhere—all the little chitter chatter about him that goes around the school—he’s a man who doesn’t want to settle with one person. He wants a quick fuck, but never twice with the same person, and afterwards he won’t do anything else but sleep and ignore you as you leave.

He guides you over to his bed, making you sit on the edge while he goes ahead and locks the door from behind. 

It’s not everyday where you get this sort of chance, so before you gave into coming to his place to hook up with him, you decided that you wanted to toy with him a bit—have him remember who you are. 

He walks slowly over to you, scanning your body up and down as he licks his dry lips. 

“Mm, so what’s your plan?” You hum, looking up at the tall man who stood in front of you. He’s bringing up a hand to twirl the loose strand of your long hair around his finger. 

He smirks, removing his finger from your hair and taking his thumb and index finger to hold your chin.

“I figured it was kind of obvious with what’s going on, no?”

You snort at his remark, gently grabbing his arm by the wrist to pull his hand away from yours.

“I’m well aware of the game you play, Min, and obviously I’m completely up for it. But how about we change it up a little—let me take control this time?” You bat your long eyelashes at him, giving him a sweet and innocent look on your face. You release your grip around him, brushing your fingers up and down his forearm before placing your hands back in your lap.

Yoongi scoffs with a smile on his face, amused with your offer. 

“Sure, princess. But if it gets bad, I’m gonna take over.” 

You place a hand on his stomach, gently pushing down on him to get him to move back, which he does. You stand up in front of him, spin the two of you around and push him over again to make him sit on the edge of the bed.

“Alright,” you hum, now looking down at him.

His hands instinctively reach out to you to caress your curves, but you’re quick to give him light slaps to his hands to prevent him from doing so.

“We’ll go over some rules—one of them being no touching unless I say so. Two, I don’t like to kiss on the lips if I’m just doing a one night stand—.”

“—Pfft,” he cuts you off, “that’s stupid. But you’re willing to have sex?”

“I think kisses are more intimate and they deserve to be used in a place where feelings are there.”

He thinks to himself for a second, quietly considering your comment.

“I guess you can think that way, princess.”

You roll your eyes at him, removing your black leather blazer to reveal the little black cropped tank top and your short black miniskirt a little better. 

God, he was drooling over you. Every curve of you looked absolutely delicious—he had to touch you but, of course, he wasn’t allowed to. He was even able to see your hardened and pierced tits through your shirt, which made him chuckle a bit. He was too excited to see them.

“No bra? Is that all for me?” He grins, licking his lips again.

You lean over, your face coming closer to his as you ignore his words. He was ready for you to just plant one on him, so he instinctively closed his eyes. You place your head on the side of his, lightly giggling at him. 

“Cute,” you mumbled near his ear, making him immediately open his eyes, all embarrassed. Your hand slides into the front pocket of his button up shirt, taking out a large handkerchief. You pull away, looking back at him with a cheeky smile. “I was surprised to see that you had one of these in your pocket. It’ll be handy for today.”

Yoongi raises his eyebrow at you, unable to put one and one together.

“Last rule is that you’ll be blind folded until I say so. If any rules are broken, I’ll stop and leave.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“Should I just get going now?”

His dark eyes scan you up and down again, undressing you in his mind. You stood there in your all black outfit, playing with the long handkerchief by loosely wrapping it around your hands. You looked heavenly, it was screwing up his thoughts.

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath.

Something in him was also telling him to give this a try—see if he’s into it or not. It wouldn’t hurt to try, would it?

“I’ll play along with your little game, princess.”

“Great,” you hum with a smile on your face.

—

It didn’t end the way the two of you (possibly him more) wanted it to be.

Spoiler alert—you ended up leaving him while you were in the middle of teasing him, your hand wrapped around his long and hard cock, making him desperate for more of your touch.

Of course he was absolutely furious with you leaving him without having the chance to get to his release or even fuck you. You didn’t care, though. It wasn’t your problem anyways. He broke the rules and you left just like that—exactly what you told him before you started.

You kind of already expected Yoongi to slip and end the night short. All he wants is his dick to be wet—and you didn’t want to fall into that trick of his. Instead, he fell right into your trap—all left with blue balls and not a single taste of you.

Now, it’s not like you hate him or anything. It’s more like you wanted to teach him a little lesson. This whole thing was never planned ahead, of course—you just got lucky enough to come in contact with him on one of those rare days where you actually decided to go out for a drink.

You internally laugh to yourself, barely focusing on what you’re doing behind your laptop.

“Y/n, how about we take this get together to my apartment? I can feel myself trying to fall asleep. I’ve been awake since 5 in the morning.”

You look over to the boy, watching him rub his eyes with the back of his hands and then stretching afterwards.

You chuckle at him, agreeing with his idea before the two of you start packing up and heading out of your school library.

The universe is actually pretty crazy. Or perhaps you’re just really lucky because who would’ve thought you’d be here again in the same apartment that you were in a while ago. However this time you’re here with Yoongi’s roommate, Hoseok—your classmate that you’ll be working on a project with. 

You’re carefully scanning the place again as you enter, not being able to recognize a thing in the living room since you barely had a chance to look around the last time. 

“Don’t worry, no one’s here right now. I think my roommate is out right now.”

You nod your head, somewhat hoping that you get to leave before Yoongi makes it back home. 

“Make yourself at home, y/n! Don’t be shy! Grab some water if you want. I’m just going to use the restroom real quick!” He doesn’t let you answer as he scurries over down the hallway. Dropping your stuff down on the couch, you make your way towards the kitchen. 

You were opening each cabinet one by one, in search of some cups. Honestly, you couldn’t care less if they were glass, plastic, or paper at this point since you still weren’t able to find any. Hoseok wasn’t that descriptive—matter of fact he didn’t really tell you—where things were, so it just looks like you're ransacking his kitchen.

Squatting down, you look in the cabinets of their kitchen island. Rummaging through things until you find the stupid cups.

“Hoseok, what’re you makin’?” 

You froze in your stance, the two glass cups in your hands. The voice you heard was definitely not your classmate’s. It was lower, a bit gravelly as if they just woke up. This was most definitely the one and only Min Yoongi. Of course, the universe made you lucky enough to meet him again.

You muster up the courage, mentally slapping yourself to gain some more confidence to face him again. You slowly stood up, placing the glass cups on the countertop.

He looks up at you with a raised eyebrow, rubbing his eyes again to make sure that he wasn’t seeing things.

A lopsided smile grows on his face, as he moves closer to rest his arms on the counter.

“Back for a redo? Did you miss me or something?”

You snort, amused with the words that came out of his mouth. He definitely didn’t learn anything with your so-called “experiment”. Since you were already in this position, you made a quick decision to keep toying with him until he’s at his limit.

“Of course not. I’m here for your roommate.”

His sleepy eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, his neck slightly extended forward. 

“My roommate? Hoseok? You’re about to go fuck that guy right now?”

Before you could answer, you were immediately cut off. The two of your heads both looking over to see the owner of that voice.

“Ah! Hyung! You’re home?!” He’s looking at Yoongi, to you, and back to the boy as he mentally took in the situation. “I see you’re already introducing yourself to y/n! She’s in my biology class. I’ve got a project to do with her.”

You couldn’t tell if the air around you guys was awkward, uncomfortable, or very tense. Honestly, it didn’t bother you at all that you were seeing Yoongi again for a second time—more like it just caught you off guard that you were actually lucky to see him for a second time.

Yoongi takes a glance over at you again and then back at Hoseok, silently observing the two of you.

“Yeah,” he pauses, “I skipped class ‘cuz I wanted to sleep.”

The other boy nods to acknowledge his words and the room goes quiet again. You clear your throat to break up the silence and make way to the water dispenser to fill up your cup.

“Are you thirsty Hoseok? I’ll bring some water to the table if you want me to.”

“Ah, no I’m fine,” his voice sounded like it was getting further as he spun around to go sit back down in front of the coffee table.

“I’ll take a cup.” You hear the other boy’s low voice even closer to you than before, so you glance over your shoulder to see him now standing behind you, body leaned against the island of the kitchen.

Turning around with one full glass in your hand and the other on the counter, you shoot him a quick smile and ignore his request before you walk past him to head over to Hoseok. He scoffs, his eyes following your body and then his whole body turns to watch you sit your pretty ass right next to Hoseok—all giggly and shit.

-

Standing behind the kitchen island became his favorite place to be at whenever you came over. He pretends to be on his phone or laptop, clean a little bit, or even cook up a little snack and eat it there. If it’s not already obvious, Yoongi was solely there to see you. (And monitor whatever was going on between you and Hoseok.)

There has been zero progression between the two of you within the past few days and he was growing impatient. The way Hoseok has been having you all to himself was pissing him off. Were you really going to fuck his friend? But why not him? Why’d you have to play games with him and leave him high and dry with no care in the world?

It was also pissing him off that you weren’t all over him like how other girls are with him. I mean—you made it pretty clear to him that you knew what kind of guy he is and how you didn’t really want much to do with him. I guess seeing the attention being only on Hoseok made him a bit…jealous…

..Yeah

…he was jealous…

That’s something he rarely feels.

Hoseok takes another bathroom break which gives Yoongi the chance to steal you away and get the ball going between the two of you. He quickly grabs his math textbook, a piece of paper, and a pencil from his desk in his room and sits right next to you on the couch with the sides of your thighs and arms both touching each other. Your head immediately turns to him, watching his movements with a raised eyebrow. He puts his textbook on top of Hoseok’s, flipping to a random page and points at a problem.

“Teach me how to do this,” Yoongi mumbles, eyes only on you and not whatever he was pointing at.

You look at him, a little thrown off. You glance over at the book and quickly scan the text, trying to see if you could actually help him at all. 

“Calculus? You’re in calculus?”

He silently nods his head, patiently waiting for you to do something.

“I’m not really the best at math, but I can tell you what I know and maybe you could try to put things together with your knowledge?” You didn’t even bother to look up at him, pulling the textbook more towards you so that you could read the problem again.

All you did was talk him through the problem and explain what some things are, but none of it managed to stay in his brain when all he was focusing on was your voice. God, he could listen to you for hours. 

He was scribbling stuff on his paper, working out the problem as you softly spoke to him.

“Ah, hyung—! You’re working on homework?!”

You immediately stood up from your spot, moving over to the side a bit to give Yoongi some space until you felt a grip around your wrist. You feel him pull you back down, making you sit right next to him with the side of your body touching his.

“You’re fine where you’re sitting,” he says in a low voice, head leaning closer to your ear.

Hoseok observes the two of you, getting a gist of what’s going on. He doesn’t sit down next to you like you thought he would, instead he starts walking away again, leaving you confused.

“I forgot—I have to make a phone call real quick.”

“Since when do you make phone calls?” You retort.

“Y/n, I’m a busy man. Don’t worry about it.” His eyes go from you to Yoongi, wiggling his eyebrows at him. You turn to look at Yoongi, watching the way he glares at Hoseok.

Yoongi blankly stared at him, not giving a fuck about whatever Hoseok this or Hoseok that has to do. He turns to look at you again once the other boy is out of the room.

“Could you quit looking at Hoseok like that?”

“Like what?”

“You know already.”

You scoff with a laugh. 

“Yoongi, be more specific with me. I can’t read your mind.”

“You give him the prettiest smile while batting those long eyelashes of yours—he’s gonna fall for you and I don’t want that shit to happen.”

The pout in his voice is noticeable, you found it cute.

“Why don’t you want it to happen? Didn’t I tell you I was coming for him next?”

He clenches his jaw, a firm line on his lips. Hearing that just pissed him off even more. Of course he would never want that. He wants you to himself, even though he can’t explain why he wants you so badly.

“You should be going for me. Not Hoseok.”

You force a fake smile on your face, placing a hand on his bicep. You gently rub your hand up and down before letting it sneak up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. Your fingertips play with the ends of his long hair, slightly massaging the back of his head—doing all this just to tease him again.

“Yoongi, I’m not going to be one of your easy picks. You can look for another girl who can fulfill your needs.”

You’re about to remove your hand away from him until he grabs your arm and places it right on top of his shoulder where it rested before.

“I don’t want “another girl”, princess. My eyes are set on you.”

“All you want me to do is to get your dick wet and then you’ll just toss me like every other girl you've hooked up with,” you scoff.

“But if I don’t plan on doing that to you, then what?”

“You want a gold star for finally not thinking like a little fuckboy? Finally being a decent human being?”

He rolls his eyes, annoyed with the fact you were right. He is an asshole and he’s known to be that type of asshole. But he wasn’t going to be that asshole to you.

“Yoongi, how the hell am I supposed to trust you?”

“I can prove to you that I’m serious about you.” 

“How can you be so serious about me when all we’ve done is hang out with each other once for a semi-hookup?”

“I guess you can call it love at first sight, doll,” he’s lazily smirking at you, a sight that makes you feel a little tingly inside.

You scoff again, hiding the little smile you had on your face from his stupid silly words. “Yoongi, you probably say that to every other girl just to convince them to hook up with you.”

“Alright, since you think all I do is think about sex, let's start by making it not about sex. I’ll go two weeks without masturbating or fucking any other women—which should be easy because all I want is you.”

There he goes again. He’s way too good at poking at your heart, making you feel something. God, you felt stupid but you can’t help but react that way. 

You slowly move your arm off of his shoulder and slide your hand over to his chest, taking your index finger to play with the string of his hoodie by wrapping it around your finger.

“Make it four weeks.”

He’s taking one of his hands and gently sliding it over the side of your waist, caressing that area by moving his hand up and down.

“When did that hook up between us happen again?”

You furrow your eyebrows, thrown off by him asking this at this moment.

“2 weeks ago, I think?”

He’s smiling, leaning his head over to the side of yours, his breath tickling your ear.

“I’ve got two weeks left then, princess. You can ask Hoseok to confirm it if you want.”

You stare at him with a puzzled face when he pulls away from you. 

“Hoseok knows when you jerk off?”

He lets out a low laugh, one of those throaty ones. You watch him as he smiles big with his teeth and gums all out. 

“No—,” he chuckles, “he doesn’t. He knows that I haven’t been with anyone since I met up with you. I can confirm for myself that I haven’t jerked off at all these past 2 weeks—if that’s what you’re more worried about.”

You gently shove him away by the shoulders, annoyed by his teasing. But his grip around your waist tightens, and he’s pulling you closer to him.

“Alright, go ahead then.”

“Atta’, girl,” he hums, “but know that if I want something, I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that I get it.”

-

To be completely honest (and kind of stupid to admit), you didn’t expect him to last this long. Hoseok knew about the deal that was going on and he always brought up the fact that Yoongi hadn’t been going out or seeing anyone whenever he saw you in class—kinda funny, right? He only had a day left and you were sure you were going to lose. 

Now, instead of accepting defeat, wouldn’t it be better to spice things up before you could come to terms with losing? 

You were chuckling to yourself as you took pictures of yourself as you laid in bed. You pressed your arms together, making your breasts look larger in your plain black bra. You couldn’t leave out the matching black, lacey thong you had on too, so you took a couple snaps from the front and the back. Soon enough, you were already pressing the red button on your phone screen. Legs spread out as you teased yourself on the outside of your panties, creating a little wet spot. 

Sent.

You take another clip of you massaging your breasts, slowly pulling down on your bra to reveal your hardened and pierced nipples. You gently flick your nipples with the tips of your finger nails, grazing against them ever so lightly, making sure your video clearly captures your little whimpers. 

Sent.

From your bedside drawer, you took out your pink dildo, recording another clip of you sucking on just the tip of it before bringing your head lower to lick a stripe from the bottom and back to the tip. Holding the toy by the base, you release the tip with a little ‘pop’, bringing that hand to slowly move it up and down. 

Sent.

You knew he had to fold. He just had to do something. I mean, not to be so full of yourself or whatever, how else would someone react if they received explicit videos and pictures from a person they liked? 

This just had to be one of your greatest plans. You were sure that Yoongi was going to lose. He just has to text you any second now—or even tomorrow morning. With that being said, you were able to sleep comfortably for the night.

.

The uneasiness of Yoongi not texting you started to grow when you saw no new messages on your phone when you woke up. It continued to grow little by little as hours passed by—still no response coming from him. 

You eventually gave up on the thought of you almost winning once the clock struck about 11:40 pm.

It was most definitely over for you. 

You just had to accept it.

Maybe you might’ve gone a little overboard—or a little too confident in yourself. You really thought he would take the bait.

“Hoseok, give me a second. I think someone’s at my door.” You glance up from your paper to look at him on your propped up phone.

“At this time?” He asks, concerned for your safety.

You shrug, not really giving the situation a thought.

“I’ll keep you on facetime but I’m muting you. Just keep an eye out for me if I don’t show up on your screen after more than 5 minutes.” You’re already reaching over to tap on the mute button and getting up from the floor before you stride towards your door.

You figured that it was probably your neighbors or some student from school. The apartment complex was primarily made up of students, so you were sure it had to be a student knocking. Honestly, you were used to the noisiness coming from outside, the occasional parties, or the ding-dong ditching that a little knock on the door at this time doesn’t really bother you.

You were met with another view—in fact, an insanely rare view—that you would have never expected. Standing face to face in front of you—with your oversized big shirt and skimpy panties underneath—was the one and only Min Yoongi. 

He looks you up and down, a smug look appearing on his face. You look up at him with a raised eyebrow, slightly scoffing before turning around to your phone to unmute it and leaving the boy at the door.

“Never mind, Hoseok, it was nobody. Just give me a minute.”

You immediately muted your phone again once you heard the door being locked and a little chuckle.

“A nobody—hm,” he hums.

He sticks his hands in his pockets, slowly making his way towards you as he takes a couple glances around your apartment. He stops and stands in front of you, leaving a couple feet in between.

“Yoongi, what the hell are you doing here?

“The photos and videos you sent me.”

You smiled, but quickly dropped it. A bit excited to hear him finally bring up the topic you’ve been waiting for. 

“Oh? Shit—I must’ve sent them to you by accident. They were for someone else.” You watch as one of his eyebrows furrowed together, clearly concerned with what you just said.

“Who?”

“Hoseok, of course.” You knew by saying this he would go mad—and that’s what you wanted to see. You wanted to push his buttons, make him frustrated with you, and see what he would do. 

“And the outfit? You’re wearing that while you’re on facetime with Hoseok?”

“Well, yeah—wouldn’t it be easier to give him a little show this way?” You say teasingly.

After that being said, his whole demeanor shifts. He’s clenching his teeth, causing his sharp jawline to be more defined. His eyes on you felt heavier, as if they were burning holes into your own. His flirty, teasing self that he usually had on him was gone. The change slightly scared you, but you didn’t want to show him that.

He was mad. 

He never wanted to hear that come out of your mouth ever again.

“Guess so?” Is all he says.

“Did you like the pictures at least?”

“Did I like the pictures?” He repeats, his tone strong.

He scoffs again, chuckling right afterwards.

The two of you turn to your phone when you both hear Hoseok calling out for you. Taking the phone in your hand this time, you unmute to quickly apologize to him. Before you know it, a pair of arms are wrapped around your waist and a head is resting on your shoulder.

“She’s busy, call later,” Yoongi mumbles, glancing over at your phone. You were too stunned to say something, his actions completely catching you off guard. 

“Hyung?! There you fucking are! You could’ve told me where you were heading to before running out like that—.” Yoongi quickly hits the ‘end’ button before the other boy could keep going. He’s taking your phone away from your hands and tosses it over somewhere on your couch before his arms find your waist again.

“I didn’t like the answer I heard earlier,” he hums.

“Which one?” 

You let out a little yelp when you feel him gently sink his teeth on your shoulder.

“Don’t play stupid with me, doll. You already know.”

“Ah,” you laugh a little awkwardly, “suddenly I do remember what you’re talking about.”

He snorts, rolling his eyes at your comment with a smile on his face.

“Were they really for him? Because I feel like they couldn’t be.”

“Why couldn’t they?”

It’s quiet for a second as he thinks to himself. 

“You drive me crazy, you know that? You and that little attitude of yours—just makes me want to fuck it right out of you.”

He lowers his head closer to your neck. His lips lightly brush against your skin before he slowly kisses a line down your neck. 

“Doubt you could.”

You keep your composure. Internally screaming at yourself that none of this was phasing you.

Because it definitely wasn’t.

Well, it shouldn’t—at least. 

“Yeah? Should I try?”

He released an arm from your waist, his hand already creeping up underneath your baggy shirt. The rough pad of his fingers caressing your soft skin.

Butterflies.

It’s all you could feel at this moment. 

He’s too smooth at this—that dumb, experienced but fine asshole.

You shouldn’t. 

You really shouldn’t.

It was a bad idea—I mean, does this man actually have a drop of interest in you?

You turn around while in his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck. You’re massaging the back of his head with a hand, then play with the ends of his long, black hair. His hands rest on your waist. 

“Shouldn’t you be doing this with a girl that you genuinely like?”

He looks at you with a raised eyebrow again, a face filled with disbelief. He scoffs, but a light chuckle comes out of his mouth right afterwards. 

“You just really like to rile me up, don’t ya, princess?” He lowly mumbles.

“Yoongi—!” You yelp, holding onto him tighter.

He’s hooking his hands underneath your thighs, lifting you up and carrying you over to lay you on the couch. You remove yourself from him, allowing him to hover himself above you.

“I don’t know how clear you want me to be, but I feel like I made it pretty clear that I’m serious about you.”

“You think that not jerking off or not hooking up with random girls for a whole month is really proof that you’d change just for me?”

“Well, wasn’t that the deal?”

“I mean I accepted it because I felt bad and it just seemed like you really wanted to prove something to me.”

“Yeah—because you won’t believe me that I’m actually into you.”

“This feels like something you’d say to every other girl you hook up with.”

“God—will you quit bringing up other girls?! I couldn’t care any less about them if I have you in front of me.”

Butterflies. It’s the stupid butterflies again.

“Shut up,” you mumble, turning your face away from him to avoid his gaze.

A quick pause of silence. Not enough time to collect your thoughts.

“What? Did I get your heart to skip a beat? Is that why you won’t look at me right now?”

Without saying anything, you shook your head with your head still facing the other way.

“Cute,” he chuckles, his breath hitting your face. 

You feel the weight of him above you disappear. His hands were wrapped around your ankles, tugging them towards him as he sat near your feet.

“At least look at me when I eat you out.”

“Shut up,” your face grows a shade of red out of embarrassment. 

He couldn’t help but keep the teasing smile on his face. Yoongi positions himself that allows him to place your legs over his shoulders. He slowly lifts up your t-shirt that’s covering your lower half, leaning more towards your core.

“Such pretty panties,” he hums, “just for me to see, huh?”

“No,” you say without glancing down at him, “it was for Hoseok.”

With no warning, Yoongi’s taking his thumb to rub circles on the outside of your panties and against your clit. You slightly gasp in surprise, mumbling a “Yoongi, wait” under your breath.

“Of course you would say that. You really make me want to fuck that brattiness out of you. Turn you into a girl who wants just me—my girl.”

Lowering his thumb to where your hole would be at, he brings his face to your covered core and tries to bite on your covered nub but instead gently grazes his teeth against it. He takes his tongue and flattens it against it, making the fabric even wetter than before.

You gasp, immediately covering your mouth with your hands to stop yourself. You felt a shiver run down your spine, shots of electricity on the places he touches.

“Hmm, was that little gasp from me or him?” 

You already knew you wanted to keep messing with him, make him mad just for fun. But before you could answer he’s already pulling your baby pink skimpy panties to the side, licking a long stripe from your hole to your most sensitive part. 

“Ah—Yoongi!” You yelp with an airy voice. 

He’s pulling back, chuckling, very happy with your answer. 

“So sweet, princess. I think I’m gonna be addicted.”

The boy goes back to your heat, mouth going straight to your clit. He’s sucking on it, swirling his tongue around it as he does so. You remove your hands from your face, quickly bringing them to his hair. Your fingers get tangled in his long, black hair as you tug on him to bring his face closer to you. Yoongi laps up your essence that flows out of you, coating a little bit of his chin. You’re whining as he sloppily kisses your clit, feeling how wet you are from the mixture of his saliva and your own wetness.

You yelp again once you feel Yoongi’s thick, long finger slowly enter your hole.

“It just slid right in. Fuck—you’re so wet, baby.”

He hums against your clit, thrusting his finger slowly in and out of you, causing you to groan in pleasure.

“Yoon..gi—please—,” you whine with a choke, already feeling yourself go blank. 

He’s already adding a second finger, curling it upwards and picking up the pace as he thrusts them into you. 

“Fuck—pleasepleaseplease!!”

You didn’t know what exactly you were begging for, and neither did he. But it got him chuckling when he heard your little pleads.

“Cum on my face, baby, and I’ll give you whatever you’re asking for.” He places a couple kisses onto your inner thigh before he dives back into your pussy.

Your eyes are rolling back, your whole body feeling warm. Yoongi doesn’t waste any time on sucking on your little sensitive bead. Your body speaks for itself as loud squelching noises and your whimpers fill the room. He can feel you tightening around him already, a sign he knew that you were about to come undone. He’s plunging his fingers into you, making sure you’re fully taking them in. The slurping sounds and grunts he makes get louder, but not as loud as you were. 

“Ah! Yoongi—!” You cried, digging the heel of your foot to his back, which allowed you to raise your hips up. He’s immediately pushing you back down, his free hand wrapped around your thigh in an attempt to stop you from moving. 

“Cum,” he says, humming into your core, then immediately flicking his tongue against your clit.

Something in you snaps—it was as if he was able to control you, your legs start to shake as you finally cum on his fingers. He helps you ride out your high, slowly thrusting his fingers into you and moving his face to your inner thigh to pepper kisses onto it again.

“Good girl,” he coos, removing his fingers and lifting your legs off his shoulders to set them on either side of him. He watches as your breathing evens and your eyes flutter open. He’s rubbing circles with his thumb on top of your thigh as he holds onto them, enjoying this small moment.

“Use me like how you used that toy of yours in the photos and videos you sent me. Show me how you play with yourself, baby.”

“You’re too bossy.”

“But you like it,” he’s smiling, sitting against the armrest of the couch on the other side. 

You sit up, closing your legs and tugging your t-shirt to show some modesty.

“Mmm, I do. But I think you’d like it even more if I was the bossy one.”

“Alright,” he chuckles, “go ahead and be bossy, princess.”

You carefully get up with wobbly legs and stand in front of the boy, who immediately turns his whole body so that he’s seated properly. You get on your knees and then sit on your heels, looking up at him with innocent yet slightly fucked-out eyes.

“I won’t be blindfolding you this time. But there’s still going to be no touching, so put your hands under your thighs and keep them there.”

He’s rolling his eyes with a small scoff.

“Not this shit again. You’ll leave me like last time.”

You laugh, giving him a gentle slap to his thigh.

“So do you not want me to do what I did in that video I sent you?”

He’s already shoving his hands under his thighs, impatiently waiting for you to start.

You start to pull down his sweatpants, along with his boxers and he helps you by lifting his bottom up. There you’re met with his hardened cock, sprung up and against his lower torso. Your hand immediately goes to the base of it to gently squeeze him, your fingertips barely able to touch. You glance up at him, carefully watching his strained face that’s asking for more.

You move your head closer, leaning in more a bit to gather up the saliva in your mouth and spit onto the tip of his cock. You slide your hand up and down to spread it around. Finally, you take your tongue and press it against his slit, your touch instantly making him hiss. Wrapping your lips around just the tip, you suck on it and swirl your tongue around the shape of it. He was on the thicker side, but with a decent length. You were unsure if you would be able to actually fit him in your mouth (or even in you), but nevertheless you were determined to make cum even if you had to completely stuff him in your mouth.

Slowly, you push your head down on him. You begin to bob your head, taking him in little by little. Having him barely halfway in your mouth already verified that he was in fact pretty big. You used your hand to wrap around whatever else you couldn’t reach, pumping his cock at the same speed as your mouth.

“Fuck—,” he hissed, “don’t push yourself too hard, baby.” His teeth were clenched together, doing what he could to stop himself from groaning.

This was what he has been waiting for: to be intimate with you. It’s what he was anticipating at the beginning, but he feels that the wait for it was making this whole experience feel too damn good. 

Yoongi’s throwing his head back, listening to the most vulgar sounds coming from you as you choked and gagged on his cock. He’s looking back at you, watching the way you took him in with tears running down your face.

What a fucking sight.

“Look at me, baby. Eyes on me,” his voice gruff.

You follow his directions, looking at him through your eyelashes and eyes all watery. Your eyebrows furrowed as you push yourself down on him more, a trail of saliva leaking out of the corner of your mouth. 

“So pretty,” he grunts. The only thing that he was missing right now was his hands being all over you, but he wasn’t willing to take the risk and make things turn around like how it did the first time. 

You pull away with a little ‘pop’, giving him a sweet and innocent smile before using the tip of your tongue to trace the long and bulging vein underneath his cock. Once you make it back to the tip, you stick out your flattened tongue. With your hand still on the base, you move his cock against your tongue, moving it side to side and then roughly hitting your tongue with just the tip before him in again. You hum around him and swirl your tongue around him as you quickly bob your head.

He lets out another strained groan, followed by a hushed mumble of your name. You wanted to get him to cum, to make himself lose control just like how he did earlier. However, giving him head and seeing the way he was right now was turning you on. You could feel yourself throbbing, selfishly wanting a little more. Yoongi, on the other hand, didn’t want to finish off in your mouth. He wanted to be inside you; he had to finish inside you. 

“Fuck. I can’t do this.”

Yoongi quickly takes out his hands from under his thighs and removes you from him, halting your movements. Quickly, he stuffs himself back into his sweatpants. He’s lifting you up again, his arms under your thighs and his body pressed against yours. You hold him tightly around his neck, clinging on to him like you were a koala.

“Room. Tell me now.”

“The first door down the hallway on the right.”

He’s speeding his way down there, sitting down on the bed first while he is holding on to you. Yoongi lays back, scooting himself upwards so that his head is more on your pillows. He positions you to sit on his crotch, but you move back onto his thighs to prevent yourself from grinding on his hard-on.

He’s caressing your sides as the two of you look at each other, eyes filled with lust.

“Let me see you ride me like how you do with your dildo. I won’t touch you this time, I swear,” he’s putting his hands behind his head, “please, baby.”

He was desperate. Insanely desperate.

And he looks cute to you when he’s desperate. You couldn’t blame him for feeling that way because you were feeling the same. Without saying anything, you lift up your hips and hover above his thighs. You pull his hard cock back out of his pants, holding it up as you position yourself above it.

“Wait—condoms—damn it!” He mumbles, “I didn’t bring any because I wasn’t really expecting to go far.”

You watch him groan in frustration, clearly mad at himself.

“Fuck–sorry. I’ll go buy some. I think I saw a gas station down the road? Just–fuck–please don’t lock me out, y/n.”

He finally looks at you, eyes met. He looked desperate. Absolutely desperate.

You’re biting your bottom lip out of habit, quietly thinking to yourself. You let go of his cock, allowing it to hit his lower stomach. You place yourself on top of it, your wet, bare folds against the length of his cock.

“Am I going to be the last person you’ll ever be fucking?”

You move your hips, gently grinding yourself against him to rile him up a bit, causing him to swear under his breath.

“You’re the only girl I ever want to fuck.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes with a smile on your face.

“I better be.”

He’s chuckling now, a big lopsided smile plastered on him, and a little less tense.

You’re raising your hips again, grabbing his thick cock and placing it under you. With your panties pushed to the side, you drag the tip of his cock against your wet folds, causing you to clench around nothing. The excitement and nervousness was causing you to shake a little, and he was immediately able to notice it. He grabs you by your wrist, your eyes follow along his arm and fall onto his face.

“If you don’t want to do this, don’t force yourself, okay?” He’s looking at you, his eyes soft and concerned for you. A whole different side to him.

You smile at him, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips—completely forgetting your meaning behind kisses and catching him off guard.

“I want this as much as you do.”

He’s looking at you, nodding his head with a dazed look, questioning his whole existence.

Did this mean…? Or was it an accident?

He still shouldn’t try to initiate another kiss from you—what if you just leave him again?

…Right?

Before he could get his thoughts together, he was already feeling your pussy wrap around the top portion of his cock. You’re letting out a whine as you slowly ease yourself down on him, just like you would with your toy. Yoongi hisses at you tightly squeezing onto him—god it was making him go insane.

“Y-yoongi,” you gasp, “t-too bi-g!”

You stay still on top of him, squeezing onto him uncontrollably as you wait for yourself to get used to him. Having him inside you definitely confirmed he was on the thicker side; it immediately had you rolling your eyes back at how full it made you feel. Although you weren’t moving, you were a little noisy—little mumbles of swears and his name or airy whines. It turned him on a lot, and it took a lot in him to not take over right now.

“Good girl,” he grunts, eyes focused on the look at your face. “You take me in so good.”

Your face felt hot, your mind was fogging up. The feeling of being stuffed was too good, but you were wanting something more. Your hips, as if you had no control over them, started to grind against Yoongi’s. You lean back, holding yourself up by placing your hands on top of Yoongi’s thighs. Your mouth hangs open as your hips move in circles.

“So pretty, baby,” he coos. 

His eyes couldn’t leave at the view of your pussy sucking him in. It’s like you didn’t want him to ever remove himself from you. He takes his hand to move the front part of your panties to the side, exposing more of you. He brings his thumb to his tongue and gives it a little lick before bringing it back to you. He presses his thumb against your swollen and sensitive clit, drawing circles around it.

“Yoongi!” You squealed, your hips stuttering.

“Keep moving baby, you can do it.”

You’re begging for who knows what and mumbling his name in between. The sweetest moans and whimpers escaping your mouth was all music to his ears. He could listen to this all day. 

The sight of you nearly losing yourself from his cock, how noisy you were from just barely grinding on him—Yoongi loved it all.

Fuck, he really loved it all. 

He craved for more, though. This wasn’t enough.

“God, I can’t hold back. I’ve got to kiss you.”

He’s extending his arm out to you, placing his large hand behind your neck, pulling you closer to him. You press your body against him as you play on top of him. Your lips immediately find his. He’s kissing you with hesitation, afraid of you pulling back and ending it all. But your arms travel to its way to wrap around his neck, holding him close to you. It gave him the sense that you were okay with this. Both of his hands slither to the sides of your ass, gripping onto them as he spreads them apart and slaps your ass with a loud smack. His hands end up resting on the top of your ass, guiding you up and down as you bounced on his cock. 

You’re groaning in pleasure, head going blank. He was kissing you as if he wanted to make sure he memorized every curve of your lip, the way your tongue felt as it was trying to fight for dominance with his, and how it felt too good to suck on your tongue to get a moan out of you. 

He’s already pulling away, but your body didn’t want him to stop.

“Yoongi—,” you whimper with a pout on your lips, eyes glassy, “—more please.”

“More what, baby?”

“Just kiss me again, please–,” you whine.

He thought he was going absolutely insane. 

Just those few words made his chest feel so heavy.

While keeping one hand on your ass, he takes the other and brings it to the back of your head, crashing your lips against each other. You keep yourself there, his hand moving back to your ass to help you move down on him as his hips continue to thrust upwards into you.

You’re moaning loud. Way too loud. And all he could do was swallow your moans—tongue exploring all over the inside of your mouth— or press his lips hard against yours. You part away from his lips, burying your face against the crevice of his neck.

“Yoongi—ah-,” you squeal, “fuck, please—!”

He’s chuckling at the way you weren’t making sense, mumbling anything that you could even spit out. It was cute—he was making you go dumb in the brain. 

“You’re doing so good, baby—fuck,” his hold on your ass tightens, as he’s thrusting into you even harder.

He could feel your movements slowing, getting tired. It came to the point where you held your hips high while hovering over him, letting him thrust upwards as you’re leaning over and moaning into his neck.

With a couple more thrusts, he’s easily sliding out of you. 

“Yoongiii—,” you whined, but he ignores it. Instead he’s sitting you two up, standing up and holding you up with his hands under your bottom, turning around and laying you on the bed this time. He pulls you down closer to the edge of the bed by your legs. You’re slowly pressing your legs together, missing him being in between you. 

“Don’t leave,” you mumble softly with a pout on your lips. Your eyes glistening yet were filled with lust. 

Yoongi’s eyes soften as he looks at you with adoration. He could feel his heart become fuller. And the urge to wrap his arms around you just to squeeze you tight become stronger.

Fuck—call him crazy because he must be really in love with you. 

He had to make you his—it just felt right to have you.

He’s moving your legs to the side, allowing him to lean over and peck a soft kiss on your lips.

“I would never.”

Yoongi stands up straight, removing his hoodie and t-shirt to reveal his toned torso. He then sheds off his sweatpants and boxers, standing completely naked in front of you.

He’s tugging onto your panties, helping you remove them and tossing them somewhere in your room. 

“This—,” he starts to push up your baggy shirt, “—off.”

You lift your arms and head up as he helps you get the shirt off of you, but your arms immediately fall on top of your breasts, covering them up.

His eyes roam around your body, taking mental photos for him to think about later. 

“Don’t hide, baby,” he hums, taking his hands to pull your legs apart, exposing the lower part of your body. His hands go for yours, removing them from your breasts and pinning your hands above your head.

“Yoongi—!” You squeal.

“God, I’ve been waiting for these especially.” 

He’s staring too hard at your perky, soft tits. A silver metal bar with two balls at the ends of it pierced right through both of your nipples. He knew you had them; he saw them right through your top the first time he met you. He just wanted to see it all underneath and in-person. Fuck, you were sexy. Too fucking sexy. Just looking at you makes him way too goddamn hard—he could probably just cum just like that. Even earlier with just your oversized t-shirt and your hair down, you were just as sexy. 

He keeps one hand around your wrists and takes his free hand to your left breast, gently massaging it with your nipples in between his index and middle finger. He leans down to encase your hard nipple in his mouth, swirling his wet tongue around it, fiddling with the little piercing, before sucking on it.

You let out his name in an airy moan, arching your back instinctively. He releases you and moves his head higher, placing his lips on the soft skin of the upper part of your breasts, sucking and nibbling on it until it turns a nice shade of red. 

“My pretty girl,” he’s mumbling against your skin. 

He’s leaving a trail of kisses that lead to your other breast, switching hands so that he’s now groping the other breast he was just giving love to. Yoongi flattens his tongue against your nipple, allowing it to graze against it before he's using the tip of his tongue to draw circles around it. It seemed like it wasn’t much, but the sensations you were getting from it was just making you wetter. Your nipples were just so sensitive that your little moans and gasps were inevitable. Soon, he’s marking you up—a couple of love bites scattered around the flesh of your breasts.

“Yoongi—want your cock—please,” you mumble.

Pulling away, he looks at you—helpless and vulnerable underneath him. No bratty attitude or little unnecessary comments. Just you begging—wanting him and just him. It’s a sight he could definitely get used to.

He lets go of your wrists, but you keep them there. He’s grabbing his length, giving it a couple strokes before he runs the tip down your slit to collect your wetness, causing you to shiver.

“Anything for you, princess,” 

He’s lining up himself in front of you, the tip slowly starting to sink in. 

“Let me know if you want to stop–please. The last thing I want to do is hurt you,” he’s leaning over, head positioned next to your ear.

You nod your head, not trusting your mouth as he’s slowly sinking in. You’re scrunching your face, wincing a bit from still not being used to his size. He waits again for you to adjust again, making sure you’re doing okay. 

He’s spreading your legs apart more, pushing your bent legs down to make more space. His hands rest on your waist, pulling back to slide himself out before going back in slowly. He was treating you as if you were fragile, his thrusts more gentle than how he was earlier. Despite how vocal you are with your little whimpers, it still wasn’t enough for you.

“Yoongi—more,” your eyes flutter open, “fuck me like I’m your slut.”

Your words threw him off, but it did manage to make him feel something. 

He pulls all the way back and rams himself back into you with a hard thrust. You let out a loud moan of his name, eyes rolling back and shutting closed. He keeps himself at a steady pace, making sure his thrusts are hard enough to get you to keep babbling nonsense.

“‘Like you’re my slut’, hm?” He’s chuckling, bringing his thumb to your bottom lip, tugging it gently. “Guess I forgot my baby likes being rough,” he starts to push him thumb into your mouth, your lips instantly wrapping around it.

“Suck.” He demands, and you do it shamelessly. Your hands go up to your breasts, cupping them underneath before massaging them.

He’s admiring the way you looked again—stuffed both ways. You’re making a mess around him and his thumb, the way you were fondling your marked up tits, and the way your pussy can’t help but keep sucking me right back in. Fuck. It’s heavenly.

“You look so pretty, princess. I want to be the only one who gets to see you this way.”

He’s snapping his hips harder, grunting with every move. He’s removing his thumb, but your mouth hangs wide open.

“Yoongi—fuck—ngh—!” You’re whining a lot, chanting his name as you beg for no reason.

“Yeah? Is my pretty slut going to cum?” 

He brings his thumb to your clit, applying some pressure onto it before he starts rubbing it in circles. You were feeling lightheaded, vision blurry as tears started to form in your eyes. He thrusts into you as hard as he can, the sounds echoing off the walls. 

“—Nnghh—Yoon—gi!” You choked.

He’s hovering over you, his free hand next to your head as it’s holding him up. Your thighs were almost pressed against your chest, sort of folding your body in half. This position allowed him to penetrate you even deeper, hitting you in all the right places.

“God!” He slams himself, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, “fuck!”

Yoongi quickens his speed with his thumb on your finger, making you clench tightly around him. He knew you were about to come. He’s already memorized it from earlier. You were on the brink of doing so, and he was just about at his limit too.

“‘m gonna fill you up with my cum,” he growls into your ear, “sluts like you like that, huh princess?”

“Please—!” You squeak, “want it so bad!”

Fuck—that does it.

He just couldn’t say no to you.

He’s standing up straight, hands back on your waist to hold you steady. If it was even possible, he was drilling into you even harder and faster. Eager to get the two of you to cum. You grip onto his muscular arms, fingernails digging into his skin, arching your back. Your panting becomes louder, but the obscene, wet squelching noises start to drown your moans. The knot inside you was about to come undone, you just couldn’t handle it anymore. With a moan of his voice, you finally reach your high, cumming on his cock. 

Yoongi could’ve sworn you mumbled a little ‘I love you’ as you came undone. Triggering him to not be able to hold it in anymore. He stutters in his movements, taking a couple long thrusts before he releases load, painting the insides of your walls white.

He gives you a couple weak thrusts, wanting to keep his cum deep in you before he removes himself. As he pulls out, he watches the mixture of you both slowly spill out of your abused hole. He’s running to grab a kleenex from on top of your dresser, cleaning up the mess you two have made.

Before he could even ask you if you were okay, you were fast asleep. You just couldn’t help it when your body was just so exhausted.

He’s chuckling at your sleeping figure, finding it cute that you fell asleep right after fucking.

—

Yoongi lifts up the notebook paper up to his face, squinting at the words scribbled onto it.

‘Thanks for the night. Went out for a little, so feel free to leave whenever. I’ll take care of cleaning :)!’

Fuck.

Fuck.

A ‘one-night-stand.’ 

Yoongi scoffs in disbelief. 

He got played by you.

A quick fuck and that was just it.

He’s running his fingers through his dark, disheveled hair, hand moving down to rub his face. He groans into his palm, plain annoyed. 

He’s quickly getting up, putting his sweats over his boxers as he searches for his hoodie.

Standing there near the edge of the bed, his eyes scan the room to see it nowhere to be found.

Perhaps you wore it out?

He's smiling to himself, the thought of that happening actually making him feel giddy. 

He opts to just wear the shirt he was wearing underneath, dragging his feet across the floor as he heads over to open your bedroom door. It then finally hit him that he had the freedom to roam around your apartment, wait for you to come back home, or make an attempt at figuring out where you might’ve gone. 

He’s entered the awfully quiet living room, your papers still scattered on your coffee table. 

He could still smell the faint aroma of coffee that’s lingering in the room, as if someone just recently made a fresh cup of coffee—he knew you still had to be here and that you had not been out for long.

Yoongi’s looking around, checking to see if you’ve taken your keys with you—nope. 

But you did leave the door to your balcony open.

Ah-ha…

And there you were.

Outside on the small balcony of your apartment, body against the railing. You were watching the calmness of the morning, or whatever that was out there, with a coffee mug in your hand. He’s walking up to you, admiring how tiny and cute you looked, drowning in his hoodie before pressing his back against yours. He wraps his toned arms around your shoulders. He takes his hand and cups your chin, tilting your head back so that you can see him upside down. Yoongi brings his sleepy face close to you, pressing a firm yet tired kiss against your lips. Your lips immediately reciprocate, feeling his hand that was on your chin slide down to your neck. He pulls away with a low groan—either because of you or that he's tired (probably a mix of both).

You tilt your head forward, looking back at the mellow street.

“Too much creamer,” he mumbles sleepily, licking his lips. He brings his head next to the side of yours, resting it on top of your shoulder. His breath hits against the side of your neck as he exhales. 

You chuckle at his comment.

“Did I scare you?”

Yoongi’s quiet for a second, tightening his hold around you. He brushes his lips against the side of your neck, then leaves gentle kisses on the same spot.

“A little…but I am at your apartment, so I would’ve waited for you to come home.”

You’re smiling big. 

Damn. He got you. He’s really got you smiling like a whole doofus. Guess you didn’t think this through.

“Ah—,” you groan with a laugh afterwards, bringing up your hands to push him away, “go home already.” 

His hold loosens as you push your way free. He’s chuckling too as he watches you walk away all flustered and to the door. He’s quick to catch up with you, closing the door behind him as he enters. You don’t realize that Yoongi was still following you when you felt his arms wrap around your waist again once you set your coffee on the counter.

“There’s enough space for both of us here.”

“What makes you think I’d want you to stay here?”

He hums, resting his chin on top of your head.

“Mmm, weren’t you the one who told me that you loved me first?”

“It was in the heat of the moment.”

“Ah…,” he pauses, “and the kisses you were begging from me?”

“Also in the heat of the moment.”

Yoongi scoffs, turning you around so that you’re facing him. He’s bending down to pick you up with his hands under your thighs, sitting you on top of the counter. He leans in to kiss you slowly and you reciprocate, arms already wrapping around his neck.

When he pulls away, catching you with a little pout on your face which makes him chuckle.

“‘Heat of the moment’ my ass—you seemed to like that kiss and you’re giving me a look that’s telling me you want more, hm?”

You shook your head.

He leans in to peck your lips once, twice—a third time.

“Shouldn’t you be pushing me away since you don’t like me that way?”

You roll your eyes at him, shaking your head afterwards. A small pause of silence. 

He wanted to hear you say it. Loud and clear.

“I do like…,” you mumble, trailing off. You turn your head away, looking over to the side.

“Louder for me, baby.” He takes his hand and brings your face to look at him again.

You sigh, rolling your eyes.

“You’re cute and all—,” you mumble, but quickly add on, “—but I want to get to know you more first.”

You watch the side of his lips slowly turn upwards. He’s smiling big, as if he finally won the gold medal in a marathon. Then he’s chuckling—both in relief and because of you being so cute.

‘Finally’ he thought. He’ll take what he can get.

“I told you baby,” he’s bringing his hands up to cup your face, a thumb caressing one of the sides of your cheek, “if I want something, I’m going to do whatever it takes to get it. Even if that means taking you out on a million dates to get you to be my girlfriend. That’s been my plan for the past few weeks.”

Rolling your eyes again with a smile. You pucker your lips, signaling for him to give you a quick kiss, which he does with no hesitation.

“You’re so annoying.”

With his hands still cupping your face, he squishes your face, your lips even more puckered which makes it hard for you to speak. 

“I’m all yours, got that? I’m not going to have a one-time-thing with you.”

“You sure about that?”

“You really think I’d just let you go just like that?” He scoffs, with a smile. “You’re mine.”

“Okay, okay,” you snort with a chuckle, “d’you want breakfast at least?”

He’s eyeing you up and down, a small smirk on his face. You watch the tip of his tongue peak out, then licking his lips.

“Yoongi…,” you whine, “it’s too early,” you roll your eyes with a small smile on your face.

“It’s never too early, baby.” His hands move around to your waist, quickly embracing you into a tight hug, pulling you close to his body.

“Can’t you give me some more time to rest?”

He’s bringing his head to the side of your neck, lighting pressing his lips against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses from the base of your neck to below your earlobe.

“I’ve given you plenty,” he mumbles against your skin.

“God you really are annoying.”

“You still like me though.”

As if he already knew what you would say, he gently bites down on the spot on your neck that he's been stuck on, causing you to let out an airy yelp.

“—I didn’t say anything!”

“You were thinking about saying it.”

“How would you know?”

He’s laughing at your attitude—he found you so fucking cute. He’s resting his head on your shoulder, his breath hitting the side of your neck. He’s tightening his hold around you a little more, while you bring a hand to his head to comb your fingers through his hair and gently massage his scalp.

There’s a small pause of silence. It wasn’t awkward—in fact it felt comfortable between the two of you, almost as if it was needed. This was all sort of new to Yoongi, and he found himself liking this a little too much. Sharing the same bed, waking up to you still around and in his clothes, morning kisses, your little attitude that he enjoys poking at, and the warm and tingly feelings he gets when he’s wrapped around you.

Maybe this is what he needed in his life—someone to finally smack him around and hold him down. Make him work harder than usual to get what he wants—or not give him immediately what he wants. Someone who will switch things up and surprise him. It just so happens that out of everyone he’s hooked up with, you managed to do all of that—and now you even got him wrapped around your finger.

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Gold | One-Shot (Yoongi)

Rating/genre: M18+, established relationship; smut 💖, fluff Pairings: Fem!Reader x Yoongi/Suga Warnings: Explicit smut, protected vaginal penetration, fluffy smut, pet names ‘baby’ ‘love’ ‘sweetheart, ‘short in height’ is used to refer to the reader, Yoongi likes to pretend he’s the dom but is he?, this is really cheesy!!!, brief mention of marriage, reader wears panties Word Count: 3.9k Summary: One thing your boyfriend isn’t shy about is his musical talent. He puts words together in a way that completely convinces you that that’s how they were supposed to be all along. The fact that he knows it too… It's pretty hot, honestly. You know he enjoys getting to show off a little. Which only makes it especially intriguing when he gets suddenly bashful about his most recent songwriting development.

A/N: The song I used is this one – please give it a listen so you know the melody and to make it come to life in the story in your mind. And it’s just sweet! A/N 2: This is part of the Composition of the Century collab! Thanks so much to @raplinesmoon @kithtaehyung and @joheunsaram for hosting and making this happen for Yoongi's 30th :)

“Mmm, where are you going?” you croaked through a stretch, the words turning into a hummed sigh as your body settled back into the cozy mess of covers. Your hand found the back of his shirt, fingers pinching at the fabric as if that would stop him from going any farther.

“Have to go in,” he whispered, and through tired blinking eyes, you could see him looking over his shoulder at you, messy dark hair curling up at the nape of his neck. 

You let out a grumbly whine as you scooted yourself forward, arm wrapping tightly around his tummy, under his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin on your palm and inside of your forearm. Your forehead tucked between his shoulder blades, the familiarity of his feel and scent almost immediately lulling you back into sleep, even as he shook gently with a silent chuckle.

“You’re not making this easy,” he said very quietly, letting his body relax back into the mattress as well.

“Why do you have to go?” you sighed, maybe a bit dramatic. “Didn't you get a lot done last night? Seemed like you were on a roll.”

He sounded out his acknowledgement but said no more, slipping his arm back under the sheets to lay it on top, fingers slotting between yours smoothly. 

Maybe you did fall back asleep for a second, or perhaps even longer, but the next thing you were aware of was him rolling onto his back with a sigh.

“I do have to go,” he whispered, sounding a little disappointed himself, before he leaned to kiss the top of your head. 

Instinctively, you shuffled closer, burying your face in his neck and letting your hand slide up to curl around his side tighter. “But I love you,” you whispered cutely. You knew it would never work. But you also knew Yoongi loved it all the same, a little puff of air coming from his nose denoting his amusement. 

“I would, sweetheart. But Namjoon’ll be waiting for me.”

“Just send him the song you wrote last night,” you suggested lightly, knowing it wasn’t that simple. It never was with Yoongi and his music. But sometimes you wanted to be a little selfish with your boyfriend. “Then go in a couple hours and meet him.”

When he didn’t immediately rebuke it, you thought foolishly that perhaps you’d won. He loved to lie-in and snuggle as much as you did after all. It was really only his music that could get him up and going on a cold overcast day like today. “I, uh– I don’t think that song will work.”

“Really? You seemed so in the zone,” you noted, tilting your head slightly to peer at him, able to see his pretty profile, his lashes fluttering as he looked up at the ceiling. 

He hummed again, not able to deny it considering you only saw him come out of his studio once over the span of five hours. When he’d finally come to bed with you, he’d seemed tired, curling up against you and pressing soft kisses to your temple before falling asleep quickly. It was unbearably cute. “It’s not a BTS song,” he said simply after another few moments. 

“Oh. No?” The guys had been very actively working on writing for their next album; you didn’t think a new solo release was even being spoken about yet. 

“No,” he said softly. 

“What is it then?”

“It’s just… sort of different.”

“Can I hear it?” you breathed into a smile, enjoying getting to hold onto him and his musky scent a little longer thanks to your interrogation. You watched him lick his lips, waiting in the quiet for his answer.

“I don’t have a version I can show you.”

“Just do a little bit for me here.”

“Y/N, I can’t right now.” The way the words came out a little awkward, a little bashful, surprised you. 

Yoongi had gotten so comfortable sharing little bits of what he was working on, a lyric he was proud of or a certain flow that he thought you would appreciate. Little bits of him. It was something you prided yourself on even – being one of the only people that he actually would share this stuff with. It had taken a full six months when you first started dating for him to show you anything mildly unpolished. You loved him unpolished.

“What? You’ve rapped for me a million times. In this very bed,” you teased, lifting your head now to be able to send him a cute little look. 

He glanced at you then back at the ceiling, an arm slipping easily under your neck to pull you to lay on his good shoulder. 

You sunk into him, enjoying the way the collar of his shirt had loosened up over time so you could easily press a kiss to his bare collarbone every time he wore it. Whether he ended up sharing the song or not, you were getting precious extra minutes of affection that would buzz in you long after he’d left for the day. 

He seemed to be thinking. 

He seemed genuinely a little thrown off, in fact.

It was strange. Why wouldn’t he want to show you this song?

“I can’t show you…” He licked his lips again and you could hear the way he was fidgeting with the blanket with his other hand. “Because it’s not a rap.”

You felt your heart swell with excitement. You loved his raps. But something about Yoongi writing lyrics to a melody... 

“So, yeah… I can’t show you.”

“I mean, you could,” you said gently, nudging the side of his neck with your cold nose until he was smiling and tilting his head toward you in response to how it tickled. 

“You don’t want that.”

“Oh, I really really do.” Taken aback that he could suggest such a thing, you pulled back to look at him. “Are you kidding? I would probably die.”

“Well, I don’t want you to die so–” He shrugged, looking over at you a little smug.

You stared at him, a glare but on the brink of a smirk. Did he really think that him singing in front of you wouldn’t make you fall a thousand times more in love with him? You were already so whipped for this man, he could probably start yodelling and you would tell him it was the best song you’d ever heard. Still, you softened, realizing he was trying to cover up his anxiety about it. “Baby, I’ll never push you. But… just know that when I say I’d want nothing more, I really mean nothing more.”

He gave you another little shrug. “I don’t know if it’s ready yet. Or any good.”

“I… don’t believe you.” He’d barely taken a break to pee. He hadn’t wanted to stop to come to bed. He knew it was good. 

One side of his mouth curled up, eyes scanning across the ceiling, running away from his lie. “I just… I don’t know if I should show you.”

“Why?” Everything he said was just making you more intrigued.

He let out a little breath of a wince, a little dramatic as his hand came up to squish his eyes. 

“Ok, I’ll stop. Seriously, it’s ok.” With a soft chuckle, you cuddled up close to him again, draping a leg over his to intertwine you two further, letting your pelvis press against his hip. “I look forward to hearing it whenever you’re ready to share it with me.”

You saw his lip twitch into a tiny smile then you closed your eyes, just happy he had yet to make another move to get up.

He stayed quiet for a while, not moving except for the arm wrapped around you that was tracing patterns on your upper arm. Your breathing slowed, ending up in time with his. You liked when that happened. When the two of you existed in the same breath, bodies rising and falling like one slow long wave. 

Then he let out a soft sigh. 

Followed by a deep breath. 

“My home…” 

Your eyes opened upon hearing his voice, soft and low, a little crackly, floating into the air. 

“...has beautiful eyes… the cutest nose… the prettiest smile…”

When you looked at him, his face was dropped away towards the wash of grey sky out the window. But goosebumps were erupting all along your back and arms. You were sure he’d be able to feel them.

He swallowed. “My home likes starry nights… is short in height and sometimes bites.”

The quietest breath escaped from you, reminiscent of a giggle, but you were still too entranced by what was happening, eyes round and sparkling at what you could see of him. You stayed still, scared that if you moved, you would break it.

He inhaled, nodding the tiniest bit as if psyching himself up before continuing: “My home’s got a couple windows to my soul. My home somehow makes me feel so whole. My home…” His head turned back in your direction but his gaze still wouldn’t meet yours, even as he sang the last few words quietly, his voice dropping off to nothing. “…feels like gold.”

Suddenly, your vision was blurring, tears wobbling on your lash line. It was getting a little harder to breathe. 

“That’s…part of it, anyway,” he dismissed quietly, his hand beginning to move again where it had paused on your arm. 

“Baby,” you whispered, still in awe. If you had tried to speak any louder, you were sure your voice would’ve cracked. It almost hurt, the way your heart was rattling around inside of you. 

He shook his head a little, shifting his body a bit too as if trying to escape the discomfort. “I know it’s… so fucking cheesy.” 

“Oh my god,” was all you could get out as you pressed your face into his neck, tears getting squished between your cheeks and his skin. Your arms came up to hug him tighter as you rolled onto him. If you crushed him, would that be enough to express what it meant to you? What it meant for him to be so soft with you? How safe it made you feel? “I–” you stuttered, a muffled mess against him, voice breaking thanks to the lump in your throat. 

“Are you crying?” he asked, sounding as shocked as Yoongi was capable of sounding. 

You nodded your head as a little chuckle came out. Was it silly? How had he put into words exactly what it felt like to love him?

Home. 

It was synonymous with Yoongi at this point. 

Sitting up slightly, you began kissing him, your feelings manifesting in the only way they could, peppering them along his neck, to his jaw then to his lips. But that wasn’t enough. You kissed his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, giggling after each one when he smiled up at you, having the audacity to look at you with a bit of confusion baked into his expression. He was so fucking cute, it made you angry. 

“I can’t believe you,” you told him, the sweet aggression coming through in the way you were cupping his round cheeks firmly as you pressed more kisses to his pretty lips. “You have the prettiest voice. And write the prettiest things. And I just… ugh,” you groaned, wishing you had half his talent for words.

He grazed along your back, taking your shirt up to, until he was encircling his waist with his hands. He was smiling – a gummy one too – on the verge of laughter, but being interrupted by the constant onslaught. Could you find a spot on him you had yet to kiss even after three years?

“You could sing to me,” – a kiss – “every fucking day,” – a kiss – “and I’d never get tired of it.”

With that, Yoongi pulled you to him, effectively shutting you up, a bit of leftover dampness transferring from your cheeks to his. You couldn’t help the way you squirmed against him, love for him drumming through you, trying to escape out your fingertips and your toes. Your thighs squeezed around his hips as part of the full body cuddle, your lips melting into his.

When he kissed you a little harder, you happily obliged, leaning into it. Kissing Yoongi made your whole body feel warm, even with half of it out of the covers subjected to the cool of your bedroom. It made everything better. You hadn’t yet found a problem that kissing Yoongi couldn’t fix. 

It did, however, come with its own issues. 

Like now, when he was gently pushing you away and turning his head to the side, tutting in meek complaint as you continued to paint your love warmly down his neck. “You have to stop wiggling like that. I don’t want to get hard while you still have tears in your eyes.”

Being over him like this, the bulge of his groin separated from you by only two thin layers, made it really hard to not want to grind down on him. You were practically conditioned at this point to get wet at the proximity. Smirking against him, you buried your face into him more before returning with a muffled: “I like when you get hard though.”

He shifted his hips so slightly, distracting from it by running veiny hands over your back, pulling the edge of your shirt back down from where it had risen. “Baby, I have to go,” he reminded quietly.

“No, you don’t,” you assured, letting your hands play in his hair gently, hoping it would have its usual effect on him. “You wrote a perfect song so you’re off the hook. In truth, I think you deserve a reward instead…”

He scoffed as you spoke, fingers digging into your hips at the bratty matter-of-fact tone you’d taken on. 

Your mouth pressed against the curve of his neck, over and over until you were at his ear, humming your enjoyment; he was already pretty hard, growing under you until neither of you could ignore it, making you ache for him. Subtly, you moved against him a little more, circling your hips to find a bit of pressure on your clit, ignoring the way he tried to hold you in place. 

“Sweetheart,” he said so gently. 

“Can I feel you inside? Just for a minute.”

A soft groan turned into a chuckle. “We both know that’s not going to work.”

“Just wanna feel you. I’m already wet – you can just slide in.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathed out, trying his best to sound disappointed in you but it didn’t work. 

You just kept grinding on him, getting a bit more bold with every little delectable sound he tried to hide, sucking lightly at his neck, high enough that his hair would surely cover any little marks. “Please, baby. Just want you inside for a minute. Then you can go.” It was a lie; you both knew it was a lie. 

But with a dumb little sigh, he would play along, voice more stern. “One minute. No moving.”

You sat up, giving him a cheeky smile as you shuffled back just enough to release him from his boxers. “You’re so hard,” you whispered, letting your palm graze over his velvety length. 

“And whose fault is that?” Why did the uncaring act always work so well for you? He held onto you as you pulled your panties aside and lined yourself up over him, his cockhead becoming all shiny with your arousal as soon as you guided him to your lips, rubbing back and forth to spread you open. 

You let out a little whimper, one hand propping yourself up on his chest as you began to slowly sink down, feeling him fill you up so perfectly that it had your toes curling.

“That what you wanted?” he asked after a low exhale, heavy-lidded eyes trained on you, watching the way your mouth tipped open, brows pinched together. 

“Mhm,” you hummed with a little nod, relaxing yourself back down, your elbows on either side of his head so you could kiss him slowly. With him all the way in, you couldn’t help the way your body wanted to clamp down on him, feeling the press of his thickness stretching your walls. Though you might have exaggerated it a little, loving how tight and full you felt when you squeezed harder.

“Stop… Y/N…” he mumbled against your lips, gripping you harder as if that would keep you still. The scolding tone only made you push it further, pulsing around him as best you could. There was nothing hotter than Yoongi trying to control himself and then slipping up, his hips jerking slightly as he twitched inside you. 

“What? I’m not doing anything,” you said with a touch of pout. “I can’t help that you fill me up so good.”

“Baby,” he continued in his warning tone, though it gave way to a groan pretty quickly when you canted your hips to press him even deeper inside of you. 

You took that as permission, starting to rock very slowly, almost imperceptibly, as you soaked the base of his dick. “Fuck, I love you,” you whispered, leaning down to be by his ear once more. 

“I love you too,” he replied, warm arms wrapping around to hold you close.

“Wanna marry you.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked impassively, but you knew. You knew he’d wanted to marry you since he’d drunkenly told you as much four months into dating, after you’d been the one person to get him on the dance floor at Jungkook’s birthday party. 

“Have this dick whenever I want it.”

“You already have it whenever you want it,” he moaned, pausing a second before adding, “Clearly.” The definition of wrapped around your finger.

“Mm, I’m so lucky,” you purred, swivelling your hips just right until you were sure you weren’t going to be able to take it much longer. 

“You are.” 

“Fuck, baby,” you sighed, lifting off him a few inches before sliding back down.

“Ah–... That’s… not what we agreed to.”

“But you feel too good,” you cooed.

“I said no moving.” It was almost cute, the way he tried to use his dominant voice. 

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging a little, anchoring you as you sunk down on him again. “You didn’t mean it.”

“I didn’t,” he admitted, holding you down and tilting his hips up to hit deep inside, pulling a shivery gasp from you. 

“Ahh, yes, please,” you breathed, beginning to ride him for real as he continued to move beneath you, meeting your movements. The drag against your walls was fucking perfect. 

“Feel so good. This is why I can’t say no to you,” he rasped, still able to be heard in the cozy quiet of the morning despite how low and constricted the words were. 

His tease made you smile, a little huff of laughter falling from your lips as you pushed up to look at him, attempting to move your hair out of the way even though there was no way it would stay. “Funny. You didn’t mention that in the song.”

“You don’t know. Maybe it’s in the second verse,” he joked through a smirk. Then his eyes were falling shut, head tilting back hard into the pillow to show off the love bites you’d made on his gorgeous neck.

You chuckled again, short of breath now, and probably looking down at him with the biggest hearts in your eyes as you fucked down on him a little more vigorously. “Baby?”

Not without difficulty, he looked at you again, brows pursed together, breathing through parted lips. 

“Need you to fuck me, please,” you said sweetly, slowing the roll of your hips so that he’d get the message that you needed him to take over. 

“How bad?” he taunted, letting a hand slide between your legs so he could brush his thumb over your slippery clit. 

“Ahh,” you let out with a shudder. Ok, maybe you didn’t need him to be on top. “Fuck,” you cursed, leaning more weight against the palms on his chest and grinding your ass down a little harder. 

“Thought you wanted me to fuck you, baby.”

You nodded quickly before letting out a little whine. “I do. I always do.”

He chuckled, removing his hand and easily flipping you to the side so he could settle on top before cockily replying: “I know, love.” His hands settled on the back of your thighs pushing them up as he started to thrust into you too slowly. 

Already, you were pulsating around him, ready to be pushed over the edge if he would just give you a bit more. You pulled him to you once again, perpetually pleased with the ability to drag him around by his hair. The change of position was a lot, his weight pushing your legs back more and making it an even tighter fit inside, drawing out matching moans from the two of you.

“You feel so fucking good.” Your voice jerked with each thrust as you hugged your knees and reached an arm around to find your clit, the pleasure instantly multiplying when you began rubbing over it the way you liked it. “Fuck me harder please.”

“So spoiled,” he chided but still listened so good, planting his hands into the mattress above your shoulders so he could start fucking into you hard, the sweet sound of skin slapping mingling with your moans as they grew louder and more desperate. 

“You're so good to me,” you breathed, a little playful before using your free hand to pull his lips to yours, mouth opening to take him in fully, wanting to feel him on every inch of you.

“That’s right,” he nodded when he pulled away, hovering his mouth over yours, exchanging hot breath. The quiet confidence – that’s what would get you every time.

You let out a needy whimper, dangling on the edge, your eyes shutting tight, mouth going slack. “Oh my god–” Your body took over, clamping down on him harder as your orgasm ripped through you, nerve endings lighting up. 

“Squeezing me so good,” he choked out, keeping his pace well enough to drive you crazy. “Holy– fuck–” His forehead pressed against yours as he came, releasing ropes of cum deep inside you, driving them farther in with each thrust until he was slowing with a fucked-out wince.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you hugged him closer, letting him bury his face in your neck as he caught his breath. Euphoria gave way to calm and you both relaxed into the bed, inhales and exhales syncing up once again. 

Yep. This was where he belonged. 

“Fuck...” he let out, releasing his weight a little further. “You’re too convincing, you know that?”

“You can tell Joon it’s my fault.”

“I don’t think he wants to hear that,” he said with an airy chuckle, lifting up enough to be able to see you in all your love-hazed glory. After a moment, he got a little more serious, studying the look in your eyes. “You really liked it, huh?”

The corners of your mouth pulled up slowly then all at once. “It’s… the sweetest thing,” you said, meaning to continue, but no words felt like enough. “Can’t believe you actually wrote that for me.”

“Nah, it’s for someone else,” he responded so nonchalantly, looking away and trying to keep a straight face for a full few seconds before he was smirking down at you, giving in when you pulled his stupid mouth aggressively to yours once more.

A/N: a couple days late but happy yoongi day!! this is how you can tell how whipped i am for yoongi and yoongi alone -- you get shit like this from me. this is so gross lol. but fuck if there's someone that makes me want to be in love again... it's min yoongi. gah. thank you for reading ☁️ i love you and appreciate you!

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the lingerie era | myg

🦋pairing: neighbor!yoongi x reader (f)

🦋genre: smut, fluff, f2l, neighbor!au, childhoodfriend!au, best friend’s older brother, lingeriemodel!reader

🦋summary: Sending Min Yoongi, aka your ridiculously hot neighbor/childhood friend, a photo of yourself in lingerie might be the best or stupidest mistake you’ve ever made.

🦋word count: 10.1k

🦋warnings: fingering, oral (m receiving), corruption kink, gagging, deepthroating...? rough sex w/protection, implied masturbation (m), light degradation, the way oc becomes a slut for his cock so quick, yoongi touches boobies, nipple play, dirty talk, yoongi teasing reader for 4263 years straight bc he's mean

a/n: this is the extended version of the airdrop incident! if you haven't read that drabble already, it's fine bc that scene is included in this one!💖

An onlooker might be wondering why you’re standing outside your neighbor’s door at ass o’clock in nothing but an oversized tee, but the answer is simple. Mistakes were made. You’re an idiot.

Approximately five minutes ago, you thought it’d be cute to send your best friend Mo a photo from your first day at your new job. But it wasn’t just any photo. It was a photo of you in strappy black lingerie, lying on beige silk sheets all glowy and oiled up. You’re gazing up into the camera lens like it’s the dark eyes of a man about to rail you. 

As weird as it sounds to be sending that kind of photo to your best friend, you’ve known her your entire life and she’s always been the number one supporter of your modeling career. In fact, she’s the one who bugged you for the pics in the first place.

You have no regrets for wanting to share the photo with your best friend. You just hate yourself for thinking it’d be fine to AirDrop it since she lives right next door. In your defense, your company is paying for your work phone—the new iPhone—and you were eager to play around with all the random features you won’t otherwise be using. Besides, AirDrop has a small range and Mo is your neighbor, so it was the perfect opportunity to test it out. In theory, she would’ve received the photo no problem—if she were actually home.

But Mo wasn’t home. You’d realized that too late after the AirDrop had gone through to someone else. Mortified is an understatement of how you felt when she sent a text saying, “GIRL;;;; I’m at Namjoon’s place rn;;;; I  am NOT in AirDrop range🥲”

For a good two minutes, you were convinced it must’ve been some creepy stalker who’d accepted your AirDrop… or the sweet elderly lady who lives across the street and occasionally drops off a tray of baked goods. You could totally see her accidentally accepting the AirDrop, only to be blindsided and violated by that photo of you. There’s no way in hell you’ll be able to return her sparkly red reindeer platter from her last cookie delivery. Not after she’s seen you like that.

But then an even darker thought came to mind. And you’d take creepy stalker or innocent granny over that any day.

That’s how you ended up on your neighbor’s doorstep at ass o’clock.

After letting you stand out in the cold for a whole ass minute, he finally answers the door. “He” as in Min Yoongi, your childhood friend slash nemesis, the older brother of your best friend, or, in the simplest terms, your hot neighbor.

And when you say “hot,” you mean really hot. Your innocent little crush on him was cute when you were ten, but the admiration has since evolved into pure lust. You’ve admittedly thought about him in ways you should not be thinking about a childhood friend let alone your best friend’s brother. 

Whenever you catch a glimpse of his big hands, you wish they were on your body, you wish his long veiny fingers would curl inside you, and the tiniest part of you wishes he wasn’t someone you had a long history with. You always feel like you have to be on your toes around him because of that history. Because you know it can all fall apart with one wrong move—like accidentally sending him a suggestive lingerie photo. Oops.

“Yes?” he raises a brow, staring at the way you’re shivering outside his door, the way your perky nipples are most definitely poking through your shirt. You’re sure he sees it all. But given the fact that he’s practically seen you naked, you don’t even bother covering up. What’s the point?

“Did you, by chance, get an AirDrop like five minutes ago?” you get straight to the point. It’s fucking freezing, after all. He could’ve at least asked you to come inside for a sec. You would’ve declined to avoid the risk of temptation, but still.

“Depends,” he hums, eyes still very much on your chest. The boy has no shame apparently. You’re pretty sure he’s dating that pretty brunette you’ve seen sneaking in and out of his house lately, so why’s he looking at you like that? “What was the AirDrop?”

“A picture of me,” you mumble. It was freezing a minute ago, but now your face feels hot. That’s weird.

“Hmm, not sure if the one I’m thinking of is you or not.” The bastard puts on his most exaggerated thinking face—like that emoji with the hand on his chin. You hate him. “What were you wearing?”

“Nothing!” you squeak at him. Both of you know no one fucking uses AirDrop except old people. He’s obviously playing dumb and knows what’s going on. He just wants to hear it from your mouth to make his ego bigger than it already is. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“Pretty sure you were wearing something…” he furrows his brow, unlocking his phone to “confirm” what he saw. You snatch the phone out of his hand, but he seems to remember the contents of the photo just fine. “Ah, yes. Black strappy lingerie, right? I didn’t know you were like that, Y/N.”

“Fuck you,” you hiss as you scroll through and search for the picture in question. AirDrop must have its own stupid section on the phone because you can’t find it anywhere.

“Relax, I already deleted it,” he chuckles at how determined you are. You’re not falling for it. Surely he’s already leaked the photo on OnlyFans. You don’t have a whole lot of faith in Min Yoongi. He’s never been The Nice Guy. “Who were you trying to send it to?”

“None of your business.” He has a girlfriend, after all. Why should he care about who you’re sending those kinds of pictures to?

“My sister?”

“Fine. Yes, her.”

“You’re sneaking around sending nudes to my sister? On AirDrop?” he narrows his eyes. Why does he seem more disgusted at the AirDrop part? You’d laugh if you weren’t so stressed. “She’s in a very committed relationship, you know.”

“I’m aware.” You don’t know what’s worse—him thinking you’re hitting on his sister aka your best friend, or admitting the pic was from a photoshoot for your new job. There are no winners here. Might as well come clean. “She’s the one who asked for pics so she could fangirl over her lingerie model best friend.”

“My little Y/N grew up and became a lingerie model?” He tilts his head, intrigued. He might’ve deleted the pic from his phone, but you bet the image is forever ingrained in that fuckboy head of his. You wonder how his girlfriend feels about him thinking of other girls in that context. You’d feel shitty. He’s a horrible boyfriend. “In that case, I’d also like to show support. Mind if you send the pic ag—” 

You cut him off with a growl. His eyes slowly work their way up your bare legs to your chest to your death glare.

“I kid, I kid.” He waves his hands like a white flag so you don’t pounce on him. But then something occurs to him. His smug look turns into a frown. “Wait, so AirDropping it to me wasn’t ‘an accident’?” he asks with air quotes.

“No, it was a real accident, Yoongi,” you scoff. You can’t believe he thought you’d intentionally sent that pic to him. He’s so full of himself. He’s the last person you’d ever want to see those pics.

“Well that’s no fun.”

“Elaborate.”

“It would’ve been kinda cute if you did it to get my attention,” he shrugs, leaning his head against the doorframe. “Just like when we were younger. Remember how you’d always tug on my arm and pout until I acknowledged you?”

“No, but it’s kinda weird that you remember it.” You finally cross your arms in front of your chest. “It’s also kinda weird that you want my attention when that’s what your girlfriend is there for.”

“It’s kinda weird that you keep up with my love life and know I have a girlfriend,” he fires back at you in his usual arrogant tone. “I’m breaking up with her, by the way. Just in case you wanted to know.”

You pause the petty war for a second. Min Yoongi is breaking up with his girlfriend because you accidentally sent him one (1) risqué photo of yourself? To be fair, you do look pretty hot in that photo. But still! You’ve known the guy your whole life, and all it’s ever amounted to was banter with a hint of feelings and dirty thoughts on your end. You’d always assumed Yoongi thought of you as nothing more than his little sister’s friend. Surely he’s just toying with you right now. Because that’s what fuckboys do. 

That’s what Min Yoongis do.

“Good to know,” you nod, the cold breeze coming back. You better leave now before you do something stupid again. Stupid AirDrop. “Well, I’m gonna go now. It’s fucking cold.”

You drop his phone into his palm, your fingers grazing his in the process. They’re so warm. But your fluffy blanket is warmer. And it’d never betray you.

“Thanks for only being a slight dick about the pic,” you say, scurrying off to your doorstep.

“Anytime,” he smirks. Asshole. “I’ll AirDrop you later.”

“I don’t want your dick pics, sir.” You hear his laugh before closing the door.

A minute later, you get an AirDrop of what you hope is not in fact a dick pic. You accept it immediately. It’s a blurry selfie of him on his bed, flipping you off with an emphasis on how much extra mattress space he has. That has to be the quickest breakup of all time. They don’t call him a fuckboy for nothing.

He accompanies the selfie with a simple text:

Yoongi🗿 [2:03AM] “Your loss”

The rest of the night is spent staring at the extra space next to him on his bed. He’s taunting you. Teasing you. Tempting you to do something you’ll surely regret. Well, you’re not taking the bait. The accidental AirDrop was an honest mistake, but this one would be all on you. Because you understand the risks.

It’s best to keep things how they are between you two.

After a night of tossing and turning, your week somehow gets worse. Your car decides to malfunction fifteen minutes before you’re supposed to be at work. You swear it was working perfectly yesterday. Then again, you don’t know shit about cars.

Your first instinct is to call Mo. You like to think of yourself as a prepared person, but shit happens. And when shit happens, Mo is your person—your one phone-a-friend. But you know she’s with Namjoon, and you know she’d drop everything including him for you—you’d do the same for her. You’d rather not be a cockblock when things are going so well for them.

Alternatively, you would’ve borrowed your parents’ car, but they moved into a nicer place a few years ago and reluctantly left you behind after a lot of convincing on your end. You can handle yourself, you told them. And it was going great—until The AirDrop Incident happened and your car refused to start up for no fucking reason. 

Uber and public transportation are other options, but you don’t have time to wait for those rides to arrive. You need to leave in the next 30 seconds or risk being late. Your new job is on the line here.

And that’s why you find yourself, once again, at Min Yoongi’s doorstep. You hate it here.

He opens the door and blinks his heavy lids at you several times before saying anything. Poor boy. The morning sun is too bright for him, like a cat waking up from its first nap of the day. And yet, he still manages to look so attractive with that messy hair and furrowed brow. You bet the raspiness in his voice is even more seductive in the morning. It is.

“Are we really doing this again?” he asks, pointing his finger back and forth between you and him. At least he’s awake enough to realize shit like this shouldn’t be happening two days in a row. You’re sick of it too.

“I need to be at a shoot in like ten minutes, and my car is fucked up right now, so…” You wish the boy would finish the sentence for you, but he’s just standing there like a smug ass. You’d shove him over, but you’re going to be late and he’s your only option. So you swallow your pride, just this once. “Do you think you can give me a ride?”

He makes some sort of grunt and says, “I’ll be out in a sec,” before shutting the door in your face. You’ll take that over the teasing you were expecting. Must be too early for the banter.

As soon as you get into his car, you realize you were horribly wrong. The false sense of security got you good. Apparently, it’s never too early for banter.

“What would you do without me, hm?” he asks, looking more awake and alive than ever before. Glowing, even. You knew it. He gets a kick out of you needing his help. He’s always been like this. One time when you were seven, your dumb ass climbed up a tree and got stuck up there like a cat. He’d only helped you down after you begged him for ten minutes straight. And although he stood right below you to break your fall in the unlikely event that you slipped, he also had a big fat smile on his face the entire time. He’s the worst.

“I’d manage.”

“I’m sure you would, Y/N.” He doesn’t sound very convinced. Kind of like your parents before they agreed to trust you on your own. “So, what’s this about lingerie and modeling?”

“Got a problem with it?” you challenge him. The very reason you haven’t told anyone else about your job aside from your best friend is that fear of judgment. As far as your parents know, you do modeling for a trendy clothing brand (you do). They just don’t know about your side hustle. You’re sure a guy like Yoongi has no problem with it, though. In fact, last night he sounded awfully eager to support your new job because it just so happens to center around two of his favorite things—tits and ass.

“Not at all,” he hums. “Just curious how it happened.”

“My ex had connections to the company,” you say.

“And you dumped him after he got you a job?” He raises his brow and laughs. What’s he so amused about? “Kind of savage, Y/N.”

“Actually, he broke up with me,” you correct him. How dare he assume you’re the savage one.

“Why would he do that?” he asks, as if it’s not normal for people to break up. Maybe it’s just his protective gene kicking in. He was the same way when he heard about your first breakup years ago.

“He said I wasn’t giving him enough,” you shrug. You’re honestly not too upset about it. It’s not like you had enough time to get attached to him anyway.

“Giving him enough what? Head?”

You glare at the boy even though you really want to laugh. He’s not entirely wrong.

“Sorry.” He does a quick glance at you as he turns the corner. Still smiling, though. “Well, if I had to guess, it had something to do with you playing hard to get.”

“I do not play hard to get,” you say with a firm hmph. 

“You’re certainly not making it easy now,” he frowns. Okay, maybe he has a point. But in your defense, the trait rubbed off on you from Yoongi himself. You spent your entire childhood chasing after him and wound up with nothing. You worked your ass off for any sort of reciprocated feelings from him, only for him to continue to treat you like an annoying child as you both grew older. 

By the time college came around, you were tired of doing all the chasing and thought you’d finally outgrown that neediness for him. You told yourself it was better that way, to keep him as nothing more than a bittersweet childhood memory. And you moved on. For once, you just wanted to be desired and admired by someone as deeply as you’d felt for Yoongi.

And when you think about it, all of your past relationships might have relied too much on the thrill of the chase. You never thought about what came after. You never envisioned a future beyond the chase. That’s why those relationships were so quick to fizzle out. You didn’t give them a reason to stick around. 

You didn’t give them enough.

Yoongi unlocks the doors as he pulls up in front of the building for the shoot. You unbuckle your seatbelt and thank him on the way out like he’s your Uber driver.

But then he goes off script. “When should I pick you up?”

You weren’t expecting a ride home. After your car died on you, you’d immediately changed from your cute ankle boots into sneakers in preparation for the long walk home after work. In fact, you would’ve opted to walk to work too if you had enough time. Like you said before, you can handle yourself just fine. Ever since you found your footing as a model and started living alone, you’ve stopped relying on anyone else.

“No need. I’ll walk home,” you gently decline, kicking your white sneakers up for him to see. 

Still, you can’t pretend like it doesn’t feel nice that the boy offered you another ride. It’s a subtle gesture, but it lets you know he’s watching out for you. There’s at least one person you can count on, even when your best friend and family aren’t around. And that’s already more than you could ever ask for.

“We can grab dinner after,” he suggests, leaning his arms against the steering wheel. You know exactly what he’s doing—playing to your weakness and bribing you with food. Because that’s the one thing you rarely ever say no to. You’ve always been that way.

“Okay, sure. I’ll be done around six.” 

It’s fine. You’ll pay for his meal as thanks for the rides. Then you’re even. 

The first half of the shoot goes well. The lingerie they’ve picked out for you is super pretty, and the assistant said you get to keep your favorite set after the day wraps up. Right now, you’re feeling pretty fucking good despite the stressful night and morning you had. 

During your lunch break, you find some shameless texts waiting for you.

Yoongi🗿 [10:34AM] “My friend would like you to send pics of your wardrobe😌”

Yoongi🗿 [10:34AM] “For science”

For science. Your smile flattens just a little. You get that he’s just teasing you, but part of you really wonders if he’s only paying this much attention to you because of your job and the picture you’d AirDropped to him. All you are to him is a hot body to look at. That’s the only reason he broke up with his girlfriend, isn’t it? 

If you hadn’t been a dumbass and sent him that photo, he would’ve simply dropped you off at work like the silent Uber driver he was supposed to be. And that would’ve been the end of it. There wouldn’t have been a “let’s get dinner after” or a “send pics of your skimpy lingerie.”

And yet, this is exactly what you’d been yearning for since age five—his attention.

If you really wanted to, you could play along and send him a teaser of the lingerie you decided to take home—a polka-dot mesh set that is very seethrough. You could even drop it in his lap when he picks you up later and tell him it’s a souvenir. That’d get his attention for sure. 

But you’re not going to do that. Obviously. Instead, you send him a boring pic of a rack with empty hangers. Because that’s playing it safe.

Yoongi🗿 [12:58PM] “Going nude today?”

Yoongi🗿 [12:58PM] “Or are those micro thongs getting smaller?🧐”

Yoongi🗿 [12:59PM] “Hello”

You wheeze. He’s lucky you’ve known him since birth. If it were any other guy, you’d ghost him for saying shit like that. Then again, he’s only saying it because he knows he can get away with it with you. 

Y/N🐣 [1:00PM] “i have to get back to work now🫡”

When you finally reach the homestretch of the shoot, you’re tired and more than a little hungry. It’s been a long day, but you want to finish strong before indulging in a nice dinner with you-know-who. You decided you want to take him to your favorite new sushi spot. Not because you know he loves sushi but because it’s what you happen to be craving today.

While sitting down on the fluffiest rug your ass has ever felt, you model a pretty white set with lots of ties like a bikini. Just a few more photos to go, and then you can get your sushi with your Uber driver. But then your starved brain starts to fuck with you.

Just off to the side behind the camera, you see a shadow that looks a lot like Yoongi. You know it’s not actually him, though. It’s just a hallucination spawning from your cravings. Your cravings for sushi, you clarify to yourself.

Then the shadow crosses his arms and smirks as you get on your knees and press an innocent finger to your bottom lip like you’re just asking for your mouth to be filled. As soon as the camera captures a few shots, your eyes dart back to check on the shadow. He gives you a thumbs up.

That’s not a shadow.

Suddenly, your cheeks are hot and your chest is pounding. He’s not supposed to be here. How are you supposed to focus when you know your childhood friend is watching? You have all these eyes on your body as it is, but he’s the only one that really gets you flustered. More flustered than your first day on the job here.

“Can we redo that shot one more time, please?” the photographer asks. “Relax your shoulders a bit, honey.”

You drop your shoulders, but that’s not going to hide the way your heart is practically pounding out of your chest that you know he’s got his eyes glued to.

“Actually, can I take a quick water break?” You shoot up from the rug, take a long sip of water, grab your thin little robe, and drag your unwanted visitor off to the side.

“Hi to you, too,” he says, glancing down at the way your fingers wrap around his wrist.

“What are you doing here?” Your shaky tone screams of unease. When he said he’d pick you up, you weren’t expecting him to actually go in like a parent picking up their kid from school. He was supposed to stay put in his car where you’d meet him after work. That was the plan. Not this.

He studies your face as if he’s debating whether or not you’re being serious right now, as if he expected you to be happy to see him. After building up the anticipation for several seconds more, he has the audacity to say, “Just here to show my support for my lingerie model neighbor.”

Why did you even bother asking? You should’ve known. He just confirmed what you’d hoped wasn’t true. He’s only paying any attention to you because of that dirty image you ingrained in his head with that dumb AirDrop.

And to be honest, you’re kind of over it. Maybe it’s just your empty stomach raging, but he should know that this is crossing the line. He’s your neighbor for crying out loud. He’d seen you lose your two front teeth, gone trick-or-treating with you, witnessed your awkward teen phase, and all that other wholesome childhood shit. Sure, he gave you a hard time every step of the way, but his presence in your life and the memories you made together were all you ever wanted to protect. 

That’s why you chose to stay behind when your parents moved away. You were fine with being away from your own family, and you were even fine when Mo started spending more time with Namjoon. But Yoongi has always been a different case.

You gave up on seeing him in a romantic way after realizing it just wasn’t realistic. If you’d let yourself feel that way any longer, he’d eventually have to reject you, and then that would be the end of it. And you’d much rather keep him in your life than risk it all with a dumb confession of unrequited love. He doesn’t love you, and you’re okay with that.

You just wish he wouldn’t make it so painfully obvious that it’s only your body that he’s after. Because that’s when it might be easier on your heart to cut ties with him.

“I work better when you’re not here.” You let go of his wrist and don’t look up from the red mark your tight grip left on his pale skin. You’re not going to let his charm sway you. He needs to leave. Nothing good can come out of him being here.

So he backs away and leaves.

As you tie your sneakers and refill your water bottle in preparation for the long walk home, you let out a big sigh. Looks like you won’t be getting your sushi fix tonight. Stupid AirDrop.

You wave bye to the crew and claim your free lingerie before stepping outside. To your surprise, it’s already dark out even though you thought the sun wasn’t supposed to set until seven. If you squint hard enough, you swear you can see Yoongi’s car parked in the lot. 

So you try not to squint.

But as soon as you walk past the car, your feet make a u-turn until you can see the boy leaning back in his seat, eyes closed and arms folded against his chest. You might still be upset, but you can’t deny how good-looking he is. It’s not fair. The only reason you stop staring is to avoid judgment from anyone passing by. And because you kind of need to talk to him.

You knock on the window on the passenger side.

He doesn’t even flinch.

You knock again. Still nothing. Either he’s dead, or he’s just fucking with you. He better not be fucking with you when you’re mad. Read the room, asshole.

Trying your best not to throw your phone at his window, you instead use it to call him. His phone screen blinds you as it flashes on in the darkness and vibrates against his thigh.

This time you catch the slightest twitch of his pretty pink lips. They’re glowing in the light of his phone screen.

You walk around to the driver’s side and get a better look at his glowy handsome face. “I know you’re awake.”

Now he has a full smile to accompany his closed eyelids, cosplaying as a happy corpse.

You roll your eyes at him and start walking in the opposite direction. “All good, I’ll just walk home.”

The doors unlock real quick. The corpse snaps out of his eternal slumber. “Hey, I was kidding,” he calls out the window. “Come back here.”

For the second time in the past three minutes, you make a u-turn toward his car. But this time, you hop in, hesitant to look him in the eye.

“I didn’t think you’d still be waiting here…” You bite your lip. You wish he weren’t still here. Then you wouldn’t be forced to talk about what happened earlier. It’d be much easier to not talk about your feelings.

“You agreed to grab dinner with me afterward, didn’t you?” He’s acting like you didn’t banish him from the building twenty minutes ago. He’s acting like you could’ve told him to never speak to you again and he’d still be waiting here because of some promise you’d both made earlier in the day. He would’ve been waiting here for you no matter what. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten that upset. Time to go in over-two-decades-of-history-preservation mode.

“Yeah but… I kind of overreacted earlier. Then again, I don’t know how else I’m supposed to react when my neighbor sees me half-naked,” you say, shrinking in your seat. “I still meant what I said, though. I work a lot better when you’re not around because you make it hard to focus.”

You immediately regret admitting that last bit.

“It’s understandable that you get so flustered around me. Kind of cute, too,” he hums like he just won the lottery. Mother fucker. “But I should’ve just been honest with you earlier.”

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head like a lost puppy.

“Someone obviously hasn’t checked their phone in a while,” he chuckles, pointing to the pink phone resting atop the mesh lingerie in your bag. You grab your phone and shove the lingerie deeper into your bag until it’s out of his view. Hopefully, he didn’t notice.

Sure enough, you have more unread texts waiting for you beneath the thirsty ones from lunch.

Yoongi🗿 [6:29PM] “Is the shoot running late?”

Yoongi🗿 [6:29PM] “No rush btw. Just want to make sure you didn’t die in the bathroom or something haha”

Yoongi🗿 [7:01PM] “So should I be concerned or”

Yoongi🗿 [7:02PM] “Just to clarify, I don’t believe you’re deceased in the bathroom”

Yoongi🗿 [7:02PM] “But I am gonna go in and check lol”

Then you realize how late it is. It’s over an hour past the time you told Yoongi you’d be done. No wonder it’s fucking dark out.

Your whole mind is spinning, and you have a lot of questions. You turn to him, and the first thing you ask is, “You thought I died in the bathroom?”

“You were running late, not responding, and, well… I had to check,” he shrugs his shoulders. “I didn’t know the lady at the front desk was going to bring me right to the shoot.” So he had good intentions after all. He wasn’t just after your body—far from it, in fact. He was genuinely worried about you. 

Well, shit. Now you look like the asshole for telling him to fuck off after he thought to check up on you like a guardian angel. He should’ve just said so in the first place. But maybe it’s hard for him to admit that sort of thing, too. You can relate.

You still feel bad, though. Doubt had clouded your better judgment because of your own insecurities. You didn’t believe what he was doing for you was unconditional. But the truth is, he cares about you more than you know. He always has.

Was Yoongi completely and utterly crushed after you’d asked him to leave your photoshoot? Yes. But he wasn’t going to show that to you. After all, as far as you knew, he’d only dropped by to check you out in that pretty lingerie. That’s always been his biggest downfall. He’s never been fully honest with you. It’s understandable that you’d be frustrated with him.

You had every right to be mad at him for interfering with your work. You had every right to walk away right past his car after the shoot. And yet, you still chose to sit down beside him to salvage whatever it is between you and him. It’s always been complicated like this, but it’s worth all the petty bickering you guys do on a daily basis. Seeing you so flustered and cute makes it all worth it.

The last thing he wants is for you to slip through his fingers. Because a world without you would just be weird. And boring. And lonely.

And now you’re rambling on about sushi—his favorite food. You claim you’ve been craving it all day, but it’s not very convincing.

“Hey, the sushi place is the other way,” you frown as he turns left instead of right. “You’re the worst Uber driver ever. I’m leaving you a one-star review.”

“I thought you didn’t like sushi,” he points out, completely ignoring your Karen threat.

“Yeah, when I was like ten. I’m allowed to change what I like, aren’t I?” You make a good point. Maybe your taste buds have changed and you aren’t just catering to his preferences. But it’s in his nature to keep pushing your buttons, to keep getting a reaction out of you. That’s the one thing he knows will never change between you and him.

“You were cuter when you didn’t like sushi.”

“Fuck you.” You turn your head away from him and toward the window to hide your face. He can still see your reflection, though. For such harsh words, your expression is soft. 

It’s funny because that’s what Yoongi has always liked most about you. You’re a tough cookie—you know it, he knows it, everyone knows it—but the best cookies are the ones with soft centers. And he loves to devour and savor that soft side you only seem to show him.

About ten minutes later, he pulls up to a drive-thru you’ll surely recognize. He doesn’t go there often himself, but whenever he does, he’s reminded of those Halloween nights spent scaring the shit out of you before spending his allowance to buy you a kid’s meal with a dumb light-up pumpkin toy. He’s reminded of the time you broke up with your first boyfriend and needed someone to rant to over vanilla milkshakes and fries. He’s reminded of the past two decades the two of you shared together, no matter how silly or short-lived the moments were. He’s cherished all of it.

It might not be the sushi you’d hoped for, but your eyes light up when you see the fast food sign. You lean in closer to him to get a better look at the menu. Today you smell like fruit and—he goes in for another sniff by your neck, purely to identify the intoxicating scent you’re wearing—something floral. 

“Ooh, order me the nugget combo with an iced coffee,” you finally glance at him, mid-sniff, with the eyes of an angel. He knew you’d appreciate the fast food.

“You and your nuggets. What are you? A baby?” he chuckles before being greeted and prompted to order over the speaker. “Can we get a burger combo with iced coffee, one kid’s meal with nuggets and milk—” 

You give his shoulder a small shove. 

He smirks but otherwise continues on as if nothing happened, “—and a nugget combo with iced coffee.”

“So a total of two combos and one kid’s meal?” the employee double-checks.

“Actually—”

“Yeah,” he cuts you off and drives to the pick-up window before you could protest and cancel the kid’s meal order.

“Why do you need a kid’s meal?” you mumble as the employee hands off the big bag of food to Yoongi. You’re so cute when you’re pouty.

“It’s for you, obviously.” He pulls into a spot in the empty lot and takes a sip of his coffee.

“Why do you always treat me like a baby?” That’s the question you ask as you take the kid’s meal box from his hand and start snacking on the few nuggets it comes with.

Because you’re tiny and cute and need to be protected at all costs, he wants to say. Instead he goes with the safer option. “Because you’re my little sister’s friend.”

“But Mo’s rarely ever around anymore. I feel like I’m spending more time with you than her at this point.” That’s true. Her and Namjoon have basically become inseparable. That must suck at least a little for you. 

“I personally wouldn’t let that slide.” As much as Yoongi loves his sister and knows she’d do anything for you if you asked, he also knows you’re not the type to reach out unless you really need to. If Mo understood you the way he understands you, she’d know to check in with you, to send you the occasional random meme in case you’re having a bad day, and to remind you that you aren’t alone. 

But that’s where he comes in. 

“It’s fine, I’m happy for her and Namjoon. Last I heard, she’s waiting for the proposal.” You set down the empty kid’s meal box and move on to your actually dinner. He has to resist the urge to pick the little nugget crumb off the corner of your lips.

“You don’t feel left behind?” he asks. It’s crazy to think his little sister could be getting married soon. Meanwhile, he’s watched you cycle through several boyfriends without much luck. His own love situation isn’t much different, but that’s what happens when no relationship has inspired him to do the things he does for you. Your presence in his life is more than just love and lust. 

Everything you are to him is unconditional.

You shake your head at his question as you glance up at the stars through the windshield. “There’s only one person I’d ever feel left behind by.”

If it’s not Mo or your family, then surely it’s the guy you’ve been chasing after all these years, the guy who teases you because you have a cute pout, the guy who’s been with you every step of the way. The one guy you didn’t want to see your lingerie photos in fear of ruining everything. Surely it’s him you’d be hurt by most if you lost him.

“He’s not going anywhere, Y/N,” he assures you.

You continue to study the stars in silence. There are no shooting stars out tonight, but what you’re looking for isn’t a wish. “Is that a promise?”

He nods. The easiest nod of his life. “That’s how it’s always been, right?”

You nod back. It’s always been you and him. Nothing could ever erase that history you’ve both been trying so hard to protect. There’s no need to play it safe anymore. The history between you and him is stronger than that.

As a way to transition out of the sappy stuff, you reach down and grab the toy from the kid’s meal—a tiny soft cat, probably from a baby cartoon or whatever. You have an awfully big smile on your face for someone who complained about ordering the kid’s meal in the first place. 

Without thinking, Yoongi snatches the cat out of your grasp and dangles it by the tail in front of your eyes. “I’ll be keeping this.”

“I thought you said it was my kid’s meal.” You swing your little paw at him to reclaim your prize, but he’s too quick, holding the cat captive just out of your reach. It’s incredible how easy you are to taunt, especially over something as silly as a toddler toy. Maybe he’s just become a pro at it with over two decades of experience.

After unbuckling your seatbelt, you practically lunge over the center console and lean your weight on the edge of his seat with one hand while the other reaches for the cat, now pressed against the window on Yoongi’s side. He can smell your pretty perfume again, and he’s going to make it last as long as possible.

He brings the cat forward until it’s an inch away from your hand to encourage you to stretch just a tad closer to him. It apparently works, because the hand supporting your body has moved onto his thigh to give you the extra bit of reach. 

If you’re both not careful, you might fall into his lap. He wouldn’t mind it of course, but then you’d feel how hard he’s getting just from having your hand on his thigh like that. Your sweet scent isn’t helping his situation either.

“Say please and it’s all yours.” He lets out an awkward half-cough after inhaling a large dose of your perfume. Very smooth, Yoongi.

You narrow your eyes at him before backing off. His thigh can finally breathe, not that it wanted to. “I don’t need it that bad.”

Aww, you’re acting all tough again. Yoongi slips the cat plush into his pocket with a smirk. “See? Playing hard to get.”

“I swear I’m only like this with you. You drive me mad,” you let out a dramatic sigh.

That’s right. He affects you in a way no one else does. “Good.”

“No, not good.” You wiggle a finger at him as you scan the receipt and pull out your phone. Several seconds later, he gets a notification of you sending him money for all the food.

“You could’ve at least let me pay for the kid’s meal.” Especially after he pocketed the cat.

“I’m just paying you back for all the rides so far.” So far? Interesting choice of words.

“Does that mean you’re going to need another one tomorrow?” He takes another sip of his coffee.

“I don’t know, maybe. I’m getting my car looked at tomorrow morning before work, but…” You have that ashamed look on your face again for having to ask for another ride. You’re not a burden to him. Ever.

“Got it. I’ll be on standby. Just AirDrop me if—”

“Enough with the AirDrop.” You give him another feisty shove and almost knock his coffee out of his hand. Even if the coffee had stained his whole car, he would’ve forgiven you immediately because your smile is so pretty. He’s just happy you’re back to being playful with him. “If I need anything, I’ll let you know. Thank you, Yoongi.”

On the drive home, you tell him more about your job with such a glow. The days might be long sometimes, but the crew has been so sweet, and the photographer “knows how to make you look good.” The photographer could be terrible and you’d still look amazing. There’s no doubt in Yoongi’s mind about that.

You also mention something about special little perks, too.

“Special little perks like what?” he asks, more curious than he’d like to be.

“Guess.” Why are you tempting him like this?

“Does it have something to do with the lingerie in your bag?”

You blink at him like a deer in headlights. Uh oh. “You were supposed to pretend like you didn’t see that.”

“See what?” he plays along. Good save, Yoongi.

You give him a thumbs-up and smile the rest of the way home.

After parking in the space in front of his house, Yoongi takes a five-second look at your car right behind his. It looks perfectly fine. Whatever the issue is, it’s not visible from the outside, but hopefully it stays broken for a while.

“Is it actually broken or did you just say that to score a ride from the handsome guy next door?” he teases.

“The latter, obviously,” you deadpan before switching over to the most precious giggle ever. You’re so fucking cute. “Thanks for the ride, Handsome Guy Next Door.”

“No problem.” He watches, amused, as you dig through the lingerie in your bag to find your keys. He’d turn on the flashlight on his phone to help you see better, but he’s supposed to be ignoring that mesh polka-dotted lingerie. That’s what a good and respectful neighbor would do. 

Fuck it. He immediately breaks down and shines a light on the sheer bralette and g-string (and your keys). It’d look so pretty on you.

You grab your keys and shoo away his shameless horny eyes. That’s his cue to leave things as they are, just as he had the night before. If you wanted something more, you’d let him know. He’s already assured you everything will be fine between you and him no matter what.

Just as he unlocks his door, you stop him in his tracks.

“Yoongi, wait.”

He turns around, a little too eager some might say. You haven’t even said anything else, but he’s already ready to say yes to whatever it is.

You dig around in your bag again. He catches a glimpse of the mesh fabric between your fingers. He’ll take a souvenir any day.

But then you toss it back in your bag and hum an innocent, “Never mind, it’s nothing.”

You’re such a tease. Oh how the tables have turned.

As soon as you close the door behind you, you kick off your white sneakers, and take the teeny tiny lingerie with you to your room.

You saw how quick he was to turn around when you called out to him. You saw how he practically drooled at the lingerie in your bag. He wasn’t ready for the night to end either.

Piece by piece, you toss your clothes aside and replace them with the mesh polka-dotted triangles. Your little nipples are so visible through the thin pieces of cloth. Good.

Then you take a quick bed selfie, just like Yoongi had one night ago. And you lay it all out there. You’re done hiding and suppressing your feelings for him. Because no matter what happens between the two of you, even if the night doesn’t go the way you hope, you’re not going to lose him. That’s what was promised in his car.

So, one last time, you AirDrop him a photo of yourself in lingerie. He accepts it immediately.

Then you text him.

Y/N🐣 [8:18PM] “you asked for a pic of my wardrobe earlier didnt you?”

Y/N🐣 [8:18PM] “btw knock on my door rn or youre a coward😡”

You’re really doing it. There’s no going back now.

You throw a hoodie over your shoulders and leave it unzipped as you pace back and forth in the hall. You always wondered why you get so antsy when it’s just Min Yoongi. It’s literally just the guy you’ve lived next to your entire life. But that’s the hold he has on you. The mere thought of being with him never fails to excite you. Those are the kind of butterflies you get with him.

Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest when you hear his knock. You swing the door open before you can chicken out.

Of course his eyes immediately fall on your chest. He almost forgets to speak.

“What pic were you talking about? Did you send something?” he asks, still very much concentrated on your nipples.

Wait.

“You didn’t get the AirDrop?” Not this again. The granny across the street probably did get it this time. You want to wrap yourself up in your fluffy warm blanket and permanently disable that stupid phone feature once and for all. No, it’s not a stupid feature. You’re just stupid for using it.

“You’re so fun to fuck with, Y/N,” he laughs right in your face. “Yes, I got your cute little photo.”

“Stop teasing me,” you pout. Here you are, trying to look all hot for him, and he’s still finding ways to fuck with you. He’s so mean.

“I could ask the same of you.” Yoongi slips his index finger into your bralette between your breasts. He tugs on the stretchy band until it snaps back against your skin. “Or maybe you don’t realize what you do to me when I see you like this.”

“I don’t,” you play innocent as you pull him inside and shut the door behind him. You’d love to be enlightened about what your body does to him just by existing. A demonstration would be much appreciated. The more detail, the better.

He pushes you back against the wall in the narrow hallway and pins you there. You try to distract yourself by staring at the tiny speck of coffee on his white sweater but a strong hand cups your chin and lifts it so you can’t run from his gaze. His eyes are dark.“It's so fucked up how many times I’ve gotten off at the thought of my little sister’s friend in nothing but lingerie.”

Funny, you’ve always thought it was fucked up of you to lust over him given how close you’d been throughout your childhood. You cringe at the thought of Mo learning about all the unholy fantasies you’ve had of her brother—him fucking you against the wet walls of his shower, him shoving his cock down your throat until you cry, and even him tying you up on the bed and doing whatever he wants with your body. Your delusional self has thought about it all with him.

But now you know he’s felt the same way all along.

You slide your hands up his chest to his neck as your eyes hone in on his glossy lips. For as long as you could remember, you’ve always wondered what Min Yoongi tastes like. In your dreams, he tasted of creamy vanilla milkshakes. But now, in this moment…?

You lean in and press your breasts into his chest, but he pulls back just before you can get a taste of those lips.

“I always knew you had a thing for me,” he smirks. The teasing never stops. But that’s what you’ve signed your life away for. “If you want to kiss me so bad, say it.”

The stubborn you who “plays hard to get” would never admit that. The you right now, on the other hand, is yearning, desperate, and painfully horny. In this state, you’d get down on your hands and knees so quick.

“I want to kiss you, you ass—” Your mumble is cut off by his lips. They taste like the iced coffee from earlier with a hint of salt. You want more of it.

Your tongue gets tangled with his. It’s sloppy, but you’ve had enough of keeping it clean with him. You’ve played it safe for far too long.

His hands grab your breasts as he lets out a low moan inside your throat. Funny how perfectly your chest fits in his large hands. When he gives them a squeeze, you lean into him more. Anything to get more of his touch.

But then he slides a hand down your belly and works a few fingers around the fabric between your legs. They glide between your folds so smoothly.

“Did you get this wet just from a little kiss and touch? Poor thing.” He holds up the proof of your lust before licking it off his fingers with that tongue. “I thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

The next thing you know, your hoodie is gone and he’s carrying you off to your room. As soon as your back hits the mattress, he climbs on top of you, bombarding you with more kisses until you’re out of breath.

Your hands fidget with the hem of his sweater until he gets the memo that you want it off. Seeing him shirtless is nothing new—you’ve seen him casually walk out of the shower in nothing more towel on multiple occasions while hanging out with Mo next door, hence all your the shower fantasies. But in this context, with him on top of you on your bed, the butterflies just keep coming.

As the two of you continue to makeout, you unzip him. It’s your turn to slip your hand into his pants. He’s huge, just like your fantasies. You’re not sure your inexperienced throat can handle it.

“You haven’t even seen it yet, and you’re drooling,” he purrs when he leans back to get a good look at your current status—starved for his cock. “Does my cute little neighbor love having her mouth filled with cock?”

“I haven’t…” Your words trail off when you see his erection in full. Your hands latch back on to it like gravity. There’s no way this’ll fit down your throat without making you gag. You lick your lips.

“Wait, this isn’t the first time you’re—”

“I’ve had sex,” you clarify. “Just haven’t given a blowjob…” 

It still feels weird to admit these kinds of things to your neighbor. You’ve always been more careful and closed off about your sex life than him. Meanwhile, you swear you’ve heard the whimpers and moans of all the girls he’s pleasured on the other side of your wall. You’ve never heard the sounds he makes during sex, though.

“How innocent. Depriving yourself of tasting it for this long.” Now he’s got a big ol’ smile on his face as you lie on your stomach and kiss along his length. “You won’t be so innocent by the time I’m done with you.”

You don’t want to be innocent with him anymore.

When you finally take him into your mouth, it’s easy. You swirl your tongue around as you bob your head up and down him. The taste isn’t nearly as bad as you’d thought. In fact, you kind of like it. Or maybe you’re just too horny to care. 

But then you decide you want to gag. So you push your mouth further down his length. The slightest tickle against the back of your throat practically has your whole body jerk in protest. You pull back and let yourself breathe before wrapping your lips back around him.

“Hey, easy,” he chuckles, holding your hair back. “Deepthroating is too advanced for you. You’re still a baby.”

You’ll let the baby comment slide only because you’re too focused on sucking his cock. You wouldn’t mind doing this all night. It could easily become your new addiction.

“Mm,” you moan as flick your eyes up at him. His mouth is open, panting, still trying to fight off the feral instincts you so easily gave in to. Whatever you’re doing, it’s working. Not bad for a first-time blowjob.

“So good,” he praises as he watches your mouth working so hard along his length. You’ve finally earned some praise from him. After all these fucking years. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

The next time you come up for air, he wipes his thumb along your lip to clean you up before flipping you over onto your back. You’d love to suck the glaze off his thumb, but the selfish bastard does it for you right in front of your face.

“I know you’ve grown quite attached to sucking my cock, but I’d like to know how your other hole feels, if that’s alright with you.”

You nod, knowing just how soaked your g-string got while sucking him off. After wiggling out of it and tossing it aside, you spread your legs out for him like a well-trained slut.

He uses his fingers again to make sure you’re coated enough. You feel two curl inside you. Then a third. His thumb brushes gently over your clit exactly one time.

“Fuck,” you whimper from the jolt of pleasure. He needs to do it again.

But he doesn’t.

So you run your own two fingers around your clit as his slip in and out of you. He watches the rhythm of your fingers going around and around like a hypnotic spiral. That smirk is creeping back up again.

“So that’s how my neighbor touches herrself,” he nods like the enthusiastic spectator he is. “That’s how you touch yourself for me.”

You continue to tease your little bud as he grabs a condom from the ass pocket of his jeans and slides it down his length. Finally. Fucking finally.

Your horny little body pounces on top of him, your thighs straddling him beneath you. His cock presses against your ass as you strip off your bralette and lean over to kiss him some more. You’d leave him a nice hickey, but you hate the thought of Mo bringing it up as “a byproduct of another one of his meaningless flings.”

Instead of thinking about that, you grab his cock from behind and ease yourself onto him. You’re sure his ego just got a boost from the amount of time it took you to adjust to his size.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna be That Guy who comments on your tight little pussy.” Asshole.

Then you start sliding yourself up and down his cock. You gasp immediately. It feels so fucking good to finally have him inside you.

The boy doesn’t waste any time, either. His hands work their way up your waist back to your breasts. He gives your nipples a few pinches and is delighted to learn just how sensitive you are over there. You toss your head back with each little pinch.

As the pleasure builds, you feel him thrusting back beneath you. Your ass is practically bouncing off his thighs with each thrust. If you don’t hold onto his shoulders, you might fall off of him, which would be quite the tragedy because you happen to like the feeling of his cock pounding inside of you. 

“More…” you huff against his neck. “Harder…”

At your request, he gets back on top and takes the lead, ramming himself in and out of you. You knew Yoongi was a strong guy, but you’ve never been fucked this hard before. Perhaps this is what years of all that sexual tension have amounted to.

You let out another loud moan, this time crying out his name. You should be afraid of Mo coming back from Namjoon’s and hearing the way you cry her brother’s name with such lust. You shouldn’t show what a dirty little slut you’ve become for him. But you’re mind isn’t functioning anymore. Not with him fucking you silly like that.

“I’m gonna—” you yelp.

He speeds up and pounds harder into you until you’re overcome by your orgasm. The wave of pleasure washes over you as you feel your walls tightening around him.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans, feeling just how tight you can go. He should be grateful for your tight little pussy. Especially if his high was as good as yours.

As you catch your breath, your thoughts start to come back to you. You’re certainly not looking forward to the conversation you’re gonna have to have with Mo later. But you know it was worth it. And you know you don’t regret anything that happened tonight. It was long overdue, anyway.

Yoongi, on the otherhand, might still have his head in the clouds because he’s just lying down on your pillow with the goofiest smile. He’s been smiling a lot more lately.

“Do you remember that time you invited me to your little tea party in here?” he asks out of nowhere.

“No,” you lie. 

Of course you remember it. You were probably five or six and you’d just watched some teen show where the main girl asked her love interest out on a lunch date. Your naive self was inspired to do the same, but with your love interest—your Yoongi. And initially he said no because he’s mean like that. That was your first heartbreak.

But then he turned around later and crashed the tea party you’d set up for your sobbing self and your teddy bear. He claimed he’d only stick around for the shortbread cookies, but you’re starting to think there was more to it.

“Well I do,” he admits. “That was the first time I thought you were kinda cute.”

“Kinda?”

“Yeah, kinda cute. Because you were also an annoying little brat, you know that?” This is just slander.

“Well I appreciate you putting up with this kinda cute annoying brat for all these years,” you mutter. “No one was forcing you to.”

“I know, that’s my point.” He pinches your cheek. “Even if I tried to run, you always somehow found a way to cling onto me. Like a leech.”

“Okay, buddy, I’ve had enough of this slander,” you hiss in his arms under the blankets. “If you’re going to say something nice, just say it already. No more of your dumb leech metaphors.”

“You’ve always had a hold on me, Y/N.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead—the first of many, you hope. “And I feel like a lot happened in the past day, but that’s only one small part of what this is.”

“This” as in you and him.

“Like one page in a history book,” you chime in. “Or like a chapter in a memoir, or the chorus of a song, or—”

He chuckles at your rambling because it’s apparently “so fucking cute” to him. What else would you expect? If one page in the history book is dedicated to the past 24 hours, 10,000 pages are filled with him teasing you, you chasing him, and everything in between. 

Today simply marks the start of a new era.

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take care of you ༓ myg (m)

✑ Summary: To keep your fiance from burning out you suggest a weekend getaway to Gapyeong, a charming town about an hour outside Seoul. You've specifically asked him to leave his work equipment at home but like a deep rooted habit, he still brings it with him. You're left with no choice but to find a way to get his attention back.

pairing: workaholic!yoongi x reader

genre/AU: fluff, tiny angst, smut, established relationship, vacation au, engaged couple

word count: 7,581

warnings: yoongi has a hard time relaxing so oc gets a little frustrated with him, oc and yoongi riding in a hot air balloon, yoongi gets a little shy with pictures, oc gets a tiny bit insecure, both very in love with each other, yoongi keeps calling oc Mrs even though they have not tied the knot yet, swearing, tiny misunderstanding (ik misunderstanding 😒 but its cute i swear!), sexual content

sexual warnings: switch!yoongi, switch!reader, lingerie, handj*b, oral (m. receiving), teasing, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, explicit sex (oc on birth control), f*cking from behind, missionary, f*cking on the floor, bigd*ck!yoongi, yoongi has a chain on, butt slapping (once), f*ngering, licking, biting, a tiny bit of breast play, slight begging kink, body worshipping, he calls oc sl*t once but it's tame, aftercare in bathtub

now playing: You Want to Make a Memory, With all My Heart, Perfect

a/n: I will not lie this pwp turning to a 7k fluff peice with smut. I am truly in love with this one and I miss yoongi 🥺 hope you enjoy 💞

There are two things your fiance’ considers most precious in this world–you and his industrial-grade music equipment. Trying to pry either from his soft, veiny hands is enough to earn a death wish. But when you come between his music producing or when his music comes between your relationship…oh it's a fight.

Over the last four years, you’ve grown quite an admiration for Yoongi’s relentless dedication to work and profound love for music production. It’s his lifeblood and you would never in a million years even think about taking something so beautiful away from him. And truthfully, one of your favorite moments to witness is when he finds the perfect beat for a new song after twelve long hours of mixing. Seeing his gummy smile break free on his handsome face never fails to send you over the edge of sanity.

Ever since the first time Yoongi let you into his studio, you’ve been sneaking in any chance you can get. Watching him work is a whole experience that leaves you feeling a combination of awe, respect, and utter joy. He likes you there too, his face always lighting up when he sees your faint shadow moving behind the glass door. There’s been a handful of times you’ve used his studio for more than music producing too…but that’s an entirely different matter altogether.

So no, it doesn’t bother you in the slightest that Yoongi is devoted to his music. And if it did, well, you wouldn’t have agreed to marry him last month when he asked you, would you? (You’re still on cloud nine about that one…)

What does bother you, however, is when your fiance' doesn’t allow himself to take a break despite how burned out he clearly is. Not that you’re one to point fingers, being one to stretch yourself thin for the sake of professional responsibilities too. But even so, you’d argue that you’re in better shape than your fiance’ who literally works 24/7.

Day or night Yoongi is always in his studio or bringing his equipment everywhere he goes. You get the logic, you really do. But you care about his health most of all; something he tends to put last.

That’s why this week you made one tiny request–that you take a weekend trip together and that he leave his equipment at home.

But like an itch that won’t go away, Yoongi is adamant about stuffing his equipment in the trunk of his car.

“I thought we agreed you’d leave all of this at home this time,” you sigh and gesture at his equipment stacked in the far corner of the trunk.

Yoongi takes your suitcase from your hand and tosses it next to his own. “It’s a safety measure,” he justifies. “You never know when you’ll need it or when the right idea will strike you.”

“Min Yoongi.” Your voice is sharp and earns your fiance’s full attention, which is no simple task when it’s typically the other way around. “You promised me.”

He steps forward and puts his hands around your stiff shoulders–an attempt to soothe you. “I won’t use it unless absolutely necessary okay? You know I like having my music with me at all times so if anything it’s just for my own comfort. It’ll stay in some odd corner of our rental and not be touched.”

“What counts as absolutely necessary?” You narrow your eyes at him, unwilling to let him off that easily. So what if he looks ridiculously handsome today in his open white button-down shirt with a white t-shirt and ripped jeans underneath?

“Baby,” he coos in a raspy voice.

Fuck–you swear to yourself. Stay strong, __.

“How’s this…I won’t use it unless something on our trip really inspires me. Or unless I’m bursting with an idea and I’ll run it by you first. I’ll wait until night too, when we aren’t doing anything.” He grabs your hand, the one with the ring on it, and kisses it softly–how evil of him. “Please?”

You glance at his hand in yours and then back into his deep chestnut eyes. “Kiss me again and I’ll allow it,” you say.

Yoongi smirks at your reply and leans forward to press his pillowy lips against yours. It only lasts a few seconds before he pulls back.

“Okay?” he waits for your go-ahead which, shamelessly, you give him.

“Fine, but just remember the only thing I want you touching this weekend is me and not your keyboard. So if I see you sneaking it around behind my back I will not hesitate to strip naked in front of you until you’re forced to give it up.” You gently pull your hand from his hold and walk to the passenger side door.

“Fucking hell.” You hear your fiance’ curse as you both hop in the car. “You're gonna make me drive an hour and half with that thought replaying in my head?"

You don't meet the question with a response, but rather smile sweetly at him and turn volume of the car stereo up a few notches.

What else is there to say? You simply want him to enjoy himself for three days without having to get stressed over work.

The place you and Yoongi are headed to is called Gapyeong, a small town about an hour away from Seoul. Its lush forests and clear streams give a sense of perfect serenity which is exactly why you chose the area. There are hot air balloon rides that'll provide you with an hours' worth of scenic views too, which is definitely at the top of the priority list.

The closer you get to Gapyeong the more you see the view out your windows changing. The bustling city with 60-story skyscrapers is now turning into majestic mountains, rivers, and vibrant greenery. You love Seoul but you miss nature sometimes.

"Yoongi look! " You point out the window when you spot a beautiful overlook up ahead It looks like the kind of spot many stop at due to a handful of other cars that are parked off the side of the road. "We should take a break and stretch our legs."

"Is that really necessary?" Yoongi asks with one hand gripping the steering wheel. "We're about twenty minutes from our rental and it's not even one o'clock yet. We have all day to look at sceneries and take pictures."

You toss him a slightly displeased look immediately. Little pit stops like these aren't your fiance's cup of tea as he'd much rather get from point A to point B. But if there's anything you want him to get out of this weekend, it's a break from routine.

"Come on Yoon, aren't you feeling a bit stiff from driving? We don't have to stay long," you do your best to plead with him. Yoongi glances at you and then at the empty space off the side of the road a few feet ahead. He sighs and signals over.

"Ten minutes," he says, putting the car in park. You grin excitedly and unbuckle your seatbelt.

"Let's go!" You lean over and surprise him with a quick kiss on his cheek. You want to point out the blush that creeps on his face but ultimately decide to keep that to yourself. Maybe you'll bring it up later. Yoongi tends to get more nervous when you point stuff like that out and besides, you like keeping little secrets from him sometimes.

"Alright, I'll admit it," he jumps out of the car and takes in the fresh air. "It's pretty nice out here. Reminds me of when I came here as a child with my parents." A light breeze blows a few strands of his pitch-black hair over his eyes but he cards it back with a few fingers.

"You came here as a child?" You move beside him to link onto one of his arms. Something about being this close to him makes you feel warm and safe.

Yoongi nods and walks both of you to the edge of the overlook to get the best view of the mountains surrounding the area. "When I was about ten years old my family and I took a trip up here. I'm not sure if this was the exact spot but it was an overlook similar to this. It was autumn too, the colors changing to shades of reds and oranges."

"Oh wow." You're embarrassed you didn't realize he'd been here before. Being this close to Seoul surely he would have but now it makes question coming here. Had he preferred to go elsewhere? And if he did, why wouldn't he have told you?

"I'm glad we came here together," he interrupts your thoughts as if knowing exactly what you're thinking. He then flashes you a tight-lipped smile. "I always thought I'd like to come here with someone special."

Your previous nerves are eased after this and you smile back, eyes piercing in his. He's so handsome with the way the natural light shines on his face. The thought comes from nowhere but you couldn't stop the next words even if you wanted to. "Can I take your picture?" you dig in your bag and grab your phone laying somewhere at the bottom.

Yoongi instantly breaks eye contact. "Uh–why? Don't you already have enough of me in there?" He chuckles, no short of shyness.

See. It's like you said before–he gets flustered at stuff like this.

You shrug casually at him and open the camera app on your cell. "I have hundreds of pictures of my boyfriend. But I still haven't gotten one of my fiance' yet." It's true, the last picture you took of him was before he proposed. You would have taken more since then but Yoongi is far less interested in them compared to you so you try not to overload him.

Yoongi shakes his head at your clever comeback. "We'll take it together." He reaches over to take your phone out of your hand but you move it further from his grasp.

"Just one of you first," you say. "Please?"

"Aigoo," he hits the railing of the overlook playfully. "I'll allow it this once, Mrs. Min. Where do you want me?"

"Yoon...." you flush hearing him refer to you as Mrs. You and Yoongi recently got engaged a month ago and the wedding won't be held until next spring. "Isn't it a little soon to be calling me that?" you ask with hot cheeks.

"Oh, I got ahead of myself." He scratches the back of his head and shifts his eyes towards the mountains again. "Let's take the picture okay?"

"Okay." You loop your arm out from his. "But Yoon?"

"Hm?"

"It's okay that you called me that. I like it even if it's a bit soon." You lift your phone camera and take a photo of him before he has time to respond. It's a cute shot with the breathtaking forest and mountains behind him. Your finace' has his signature gummy smile on as well, the one that makes you forget where you are entirely.

This one will go in the album you have dedicated to your memories with him for sure.

After stopping at the overlook you and Yoongi finally arrive at your quaint vacation rental. The size is just right for a three-day stay and is centrally located with nature enclosing the premises. To sum, it's private yet welcoming.

"This is the last of it," he says, setting his music equipment on the dining table. "What do you want to do now?"

"I'm kinda hungry for lunch. Maybe we can go to a local spot and then see if there are any balloon rides open?"

"You wanna do the balloon ride on the first day?"

"Why not?" We're only here for a limited time and tomorrow we're going to Nami Island so I thought we could do something leisurely tonight. And then I was thinking we could watch a movie."

The corner of Yoongi's mouth quirks into a half-smile. "You planned this out pretty thoroughly I see. Not a second to spare."

"Mhm," you say, shifting your stance when you see your finace' coming face to face with you.

"This wouldn't be you making sure I stay away from my computer would it?" He tests with interrogative eyes, knowing that it's exactly what you're doing. When you take longer to reply than he'd like, Yoongi continues speaking. "I don't mind by the way. I just think it's sweet so thank you."

You open your mouth to respond but a loud grumbling noise from your stomach stops you. Yoongi laughs and takes your hand to drag you out the door of your rental. "I think it's time I take care of you this time," he says. "I saw a pretty good place to eat a few blocks away."

Once you get in the car Yoongi reaches in his pocket for his phone but it's not there. "I think I left my phone in the kitchen when I was bringing stuff in. I'll be right back." He hops out of the car once you give a brief okay.

Namjoon: Hey man, hope you have a good time with __ this weekend! You both deserve some relaxing time. But I gotta ask, how's the new song going? Any progress?

Yoongi quickly taps on his phone's keyboard with a small sigh.

Yoongi: Not really. I've been working on it for weeks and I can't seem to get anything right. It's driving me crazy.

Namjoon: I get it and I don't have to tell you how challenging producing new music is. You still have time though so don't push yourself too much. Take in the weekend and maybe the inspiration will strike you.

Yoongi: I'll try. __ will likely kick my balls if I work this weekend. Namjoon: Ah just like __. Well, you left your equipment at home, right? So no worries! Yoongi: I mean I have it here but I promised not to use it unless necessary.

As soon as he sends the text everyone starts rapidly texting in the chat. Yoongi rolls his eyes at the sight of all the lurkers suddenly becoming vocal.

Seokjin: Yah! Tell me this is a joke! Jimin: Come on Yoongi you can't be serious! Hoseok: Ah Yoongi-hyung, always working! Be careful you still have a finace' after this! Taehyung: Hyung, I think you should focus on your future Mrs. She obviously wants to spend time with you this weekend, not fighting for your attention with your computer! Jungkook: Think about what you're doing hyung. Pick one: sex or no sex.

Namjoon: This isn't about sex Jungkook

Jungkook: It will be if Yoongi-hyung pisses off __! Yoongi: Everyone shut up, I didn't bring my music equipment to work okay? It's just a safety measure. Jimin: Wrong equipment to bring on a weekend away with your lovey hyung...why didn't you ask me about this first? Jungkook: At least someone is on the same page as me! Namjoon: For the last time this isn't about sex! Yoongi: I really don't have time for this right now. __'s in the car and we're about to go eat. See ya. Seokjin: What the hell are you doing? Making __ wait while you text your friends!

Yoongi turns his phone off and slips his cell back in his pocket. He'll deal with them later.

"Sorry, it took a bit." He gets back into the car and opens his maps app. "Let me just get the directions up."

Half an hour into lunch Yoongi's talking significantly less compared to earlier at the overlook. He doesn't seem tired but more disengaged.

"Everything alright?" You ask.

Yoongi looks up from his plate with a nonchalant expression. "Yeah why?"

"No reason," you lie. "Just wondering if you're feeling okay is all. Nothing happened while you went back inside the rental to get your phone right?" You let out a nervous giggle and it makes Yoongi soften his gaze. He drops his chopsticks and closes his hand over yours.

"I think I need to remember how to vacation," he says. This is true but the much bigger reason for his sudden disengagement is that getting the text from Namjoon reminds him of the new song he'd like to have finished sooner than later. He shouldn't be paying attention to it while on a vacation with you but it's a difficult habit to shake.

"Let work go for a bit Yoon," you reply. "I understand how much your music means to you but I want you to be able to unhinge a little too. The last thing I want to see is you overworking yourself."

"I guess you're right."

"Of course I am. Now try this." You clear the thick air by holding out your chopsticks with some of the best, richest kimchi stew you ever had. And that's saying a lot since you've basically been obsessed with it for years. The spice from the cabbage mixed with the hearty pork broth is to die for. "Isn't it good?"

Yoongi eats what you've offered him. "Wow, that's delicious. Here try mine." He does the same as you but with some barbecued pork. He makes sure to blow on it first to contrast the heat of the grill it was on.

"This is an excellent place to eat." You swallow the tasty pork and take a sip of your water. "We should leave a review, especially since it's a local restaurant."

"Sure, I can write one online before we leave."

And he kept to his word. Yoongi left a decent praise for the restaurant about fifteen minutes before finishing up your meal. You both signed the cute guest book at the front too.

'Great atmosphere, great food, great dinner date. We'll come back again after our honeymoon – Min Yoongi & __'

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After lunch, Yoongi fulfills your wish of going on a hot air balloon. The pilot assists you into the basket and stays with you the entire time of the flight. Regardless of his presence, however, you and Yoongi are able to maintain a healthy level of intimacy. And besides, it's not like you both have a ridiculous need to make out all the time.

Your relationship was more subtle so to speak; everything was in the details. Gentle touches, small favors, remembering the more significant and least significant facts about each other. That's how you and Yoongi love and connect with each other.

Still, you like a good make-out session as much as the next guy but making out with the pilot only steps away? You and Yoongi prefer privacy–light kissing was okay though.

"The view is better than I expected," you say with your arms wrapped around your fiance's waist. "Thank you for doing this for us. It's unbelievable."

Yoongi holds onto you as well, his arms around your shoulders and back. "I wouldn't dream of coming here and not doing this with you. The weather is perfect for this sort of activity too."

While the balloon drifts over all of Gapyeong, its charming nature on full display, you snuggle yourself into Yoongi's chest. The moment is completely surreal and you can't imagine a life without him by your side. And what's more, is that he feels the exact same way.

"Yoon?" You lift your head to meet his face.

"Hm?" His eyes are set straight ahead, giving you a side profile.

"Can you kiss me while we're up here?" You whisper the words but he doesn't quite hear you evident by his lack of response. "I want you to kiss me," you repeat.

Yoongi looks at the pilot who shifts his eyes elsewhere as if on queue. A pair of warm lips capture your cooler ones milliseconds after and surprisingly it's firm.

"I love you."

"I love you too __."

You snuggle back into his chest as he points out several areas he finds interesting, comparing them to different songs it reminds him of.

You return to your rental around 7 p.m., right after dinner. Both you and Yoongi decided it is better to save the rest of the exciting activities tomorrow as originally planned and watch a movie. Dinner got you both stuffed to the high heavens too so you needed to turn in for the night.

"Hey baby?" he asks in the same raspy voice from earlier today while he was packing the car. Hearing it always makes your stomach do somersaults. Yoongi puts his hands on your waist and continues. "How would you feel if we watched the movie in an hour?"

You loop your arms around the back of his neck to draw him closer. "Okay. What do you have in mind?" You're sure you know where he's going with this until he starts hesitating his next words. And when you notice he's looking past you towards the dining table where all his equipment is stacked, you break from his hold.

"Min Yoongi, are you seriously trying to seduce me into letting you work tonight?" You throw your hands on your hips as most anyone in your situation would do.

"I'm not," he starts but pauses. "Okay I kinda was but I had such a wonderful time with you today that it gave me inspiration for one of my new songs. I'd kinda like to get a bit of it on my computer before I...forget it."

"Oh Yoon," you cross your arms.

"We can watch a movie right after. I don't even need an hour. How about half an hour. Twenty minutes?" He's must be onto something if he's trying to bargain with you this much. Well as much as it pains you, you're no she-devil. You'll let the man work but you're cutting him off at forty minutes only because if he gets to an hour, he won't stop for the rest of the night....or trip for that matter.

"Go ahead," you say.

Yoongi grins when you agree to your request, his eyes sparkle too. You're still borderline ticked about this but you said you'd let him work a little if necessary. And by the looks of it, he about to explode if you don't let him get his ideas out.

"Will you tell me what you're working on?"

"Top secret information. I can't tell you and risk exploiting the company." You slap his chest, feigning irritation. Yoongi chuckles and paces over to the dining table to unzip his laptop case. "I'll show you when it's done."

You take a seat at the table with him but find it extremely out of character when he gives you a displeased look.

"Uhm, wouldn't you be more comfortable on the couch baby?" he suggests, eyes darting towards the living room.

"Why? You don't want me being here or something?" you joke yet it rings true by the way he struggles to form an answer. Obviously he wants privacy this time. "Fine," you say and get up from your seat. "No more than forty minutes you hear? I'll lay down in the bedroom and nap or something."

"Mhm yeah," he replies and sits in one of the chairs with his earphones already over his ears. He looks cute actually...adorable even. You snap a quick photo and slip into the bedroom.

Well, you caved and let your fiance' work on his music for another forty minutes after the original forty minutes was over. So here you are, star-fished in your king-sized bed and jammies, waiting for Yoongi to be ready for your movie.

But wait a damn minute.

Just who are you __? You and Yoongi had a deal that he'd only be allowed a certain amount of time to work on his music and he pushed that limit with that stupidly handsome good looks of his. Plus he didn't even let you stay with him. Just tossed you to the curb. Isn't that a little sneaky of him?

Okay so maybe you're stretching it a little but you won't lie–you want our finace's attention back! And what better way to do it than to use your feminine prowess. It's sooner than you'd planned to use it but you have a sexy white lingerie set that you buried at the bottom of your suitcase. It's a lacy corset with matching panties you got only a week ago so he's not seen it yet.

You leap out of bed and start tossing your clothes off one by one–a giddy feeling settling in your gut. You swear to god if he even thinks about telling you to go back into the bedroom you will get on your knees and suck his dick.

Alright, maybe you're getting a little too wound up so to calm yourself down you go in the bathroom and splash some cold water on your face. After that, you dig in your bag until your fingers graze across something soft and lacy.

"Oh Yoongi. Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi," you hum to yourself in a sing-songy voice. "Two can play this game."

He doesn't notice your presence when you creak the bedroom door open. Your rental is all one level with the bedroom facing the dining room where your fiance' concentrates on his laptop.

You quickly body-check yourself one last time before strutting toward him. When you get close enough, you set your hands on the table and stare at him until he blinks his eyes up at you.

"__!" He tosses his earphones off his head when he sees a sliver of your cleavage above his laptop screen. "What are you doing dressed like that right now?" You'd tell him to look you in the eye when he talks to you but you enjoy his shocked expression too much–it's a mix between being caught off guard and getting extremely turned on.

"I wanted to get your opinion on this little number I bought a few weeks ago. I think it's pretty with the lace detailing throughout. And it fits really well too which is a rarity for me. Don't you think?"

Yoongi swallows hard and watches you stand straight to graze your hands down your sides. They move slowly, tracing every line and curve on your body. And he must admit this set you have on is accentuating you in the finest way possible.

"Yes, I think it's very nice __." He shifts his attention back to his laptop screen. "Is that...all?" he dares to ask.

"No," you shake your head, struggling to keep yourself controlled and seductive. Like how they show it in movies–seemingly effortless than in real life. You round the dining table until you're directly behind him. You place your hands on his muscular shoulders and start massaging them. "I'd like to know what you like about it Mr. Min."

Yoongi groans at the use of his surname and closes his eyes, basking in the feeling of your hands digging into his shoulder blades. "It's sexy yet elegant at the same time. Makes your body look like heaven with the way the fabric clings to your form. And the corset pushes up your breasts into two perfect globes whereas the panties accentuate your inner thighs, making it look like a sin that most can only dream of touching."

"Look at you becoming an expert in ladies' undergarments. Picking a few things up from Jimin huh? What else do you like about it?" You bring your lips to his smooth neck and graze your teeth ever so gently over the delicate skin. It's only a tease, barely touching, but you feel your finace' flinch at the action.

"Fuck–if you want me to go absolutely feral keep doing what you're doing." If it's meant to be a threat you're unscathed.

"Wanna see it Yoongi." You lick the side of his neck. "That's all I've been wanting this whole time. For you to let loose a little with me. But here you are with your computer for nearly two hours when you can be fucking me instead."

"Shit stop, " Yoongi orders stills one of your hands with his. "What are you doing __?" His voice is shaky yet trying so hard to remain firm.

"Isn't it obvious?" You move your body to one side of him to easily look him in the eye. Then you put a hand on the top of his laptop before closing it shut. Yoongi jolts forward when you do this but you grab his face with both hands and bring him into a kiss before he can sound a word.

You kiss him roughly, moving your lips fast against his. And what do you know, he opens his mouth just enough to let you slip your tongue inside. A hot sensation settles in your core upon realizing that you're taking the lead tonight. When it comes to you and Yoongi's sex life, it was never one of you who takes control. That was a shared venture ever since your first time together.

Yoongi lets out a couple of muffled groans when you move one of your hands to palm his bulge under the table. It's not fully hard yet but it will be soon. You then fiddle with the zipper of his jeans to which he stops with a free hand immediately.

You smirk when he pushes his chair back, to stand up. Yoongi then picks you up in sturdy arms, bridal style, and walks you both towards the bedroom.

"Not thinking about work now hm?" You tease and nibble at his neck. You're on the bed within moments, not so elegantly at that. "Yoon—" you start as he starts ripping his shirts off his body. He throws them on the ground before working on his jeans.

Your eyes wander across his smooth, tanned chest as you wait for him to say something. Starting at his collarbone where a thin silver chain hangs loosely around his neck and all the way down to his navel. You didn't know he was wearing a chain under his shirt until now.

"Yoongi?" You shift uncomfortably on the bed as you watch him push his jeans and underwear down his legs, breath hitching at the sight of his hardened length. But not a word comes out and it's making you crazy. When Yoongi chooses to give you the silent treatment in settings like these it typically means he's incredibly turned on.

He looks at you then at the ground between his feet.

You know what he's asking for.

And like his peachy sweetheart you stay put, biting down a smirk that he'd like to wipe off your face.

Yoongi cocks his head to the side and wets his lips at you. A long, impatient sigh leaves his lips. And when he grips his length in his hand you bolt off the bed and fall on your knees in front of him.

"Don't want to watch me get myself off do you?" He sneers and you reach to bat his hand off his length. You then spit in your palms and wrap your hands around the base of his cock. "Shit," he curses when you begin pumping him slowly.

"Let me do it," you say. You absolutely hate when he tries getting himself off in front of you. After all, that's your job, is it not? Eager to please you continue gliding your hands up and down his hardened member. You lean forward to lick the mushroom tip, just enough to have him shuddering.

"Fuck, put your mouth on me, baby. Show me how good you can suck." It's a plea for relief and you are happy to oblige. So with your hands still gripped firmly around his length you wrap your lips over the head of his cock. You let your tongue roll over the slit then underneath where all men are guaranteed to go weak on their knees. You then hollow out your cheeks and take him further until you can't anymore.

"Oh fuck me," he swears, immersed in the feeling of your mouth and hands working on him simultaneously. Your fiance' is pretty big so your hands needs to make up for where your mouth can't.

"Mph!" You moan a little when he thrusts into your mouth unexpectedly. He makes sure to get easy first, light gentle thrusts that make your panties stickier with arousal.

Yoongi watches as your cheeks get more hallowed out, eyes watering as his cock disappears between your lips. His own eyes are struggling to stay open as he wants to toss his head back in pleasure yet the temptation to see you taking him so well wins out in the end. "This feels so good baby. No one sucks cock like you can, goddamn it."

The thrusting gets rougher and faster with each push and pull. Your fiance' is evidently getting close to his release and you blink back any tears threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes. You love seeing him like this—letting go of all inhibitions.

"Yoon!" You yelp when he suddenly pulls himself out of your mouth and hands. You're sure he was seconds from releasing on your tongue. Yoongi chuckles at your half-offended face. He gets down on his knees himself and pulls you into a passionate kiss with a hand behind your back.

This time it's his tongue in your mouth, licking as many places as he can. His hands trace up and down the lacy fabric of your lingerie at the same time.

"I love this on you," he says when he finally breaks from your lips. "I'd like to see you in it more often if I can." He then tugs at the laced-up ribbon on the back that's holding it together until it's loose enough to take off your body.

"God you're so gorgeous," he praises and tosses the corset on the ground beside you both. Yoongi cups both your bare breasts and circles his thumbs over the hardening peaks.

"Yoon," you moan as his lips find their way to the side of your neck. He leaves open-mouth kisses from the sweet spot behind your ear and down to your shoulder. "That feels so–shit I don't even have words."

" Good," he hums and lowers his head to your breasts and mouths at one gently. He's careful to lick the nub and suck it firmly. While he does this his fingers play with the hem of your lace panties. When you feel them slip underneath the thin string band you raise your knees for him to slowly push the material over your ass and down your legs.

Yoongi lets your breasts go to allow you to sit back down and kick the panties off your legs. You go back in for another kiss once they're off but he stops you by gripping your jaw with a firm hand.

"Uh not so fast," he says. "I want you on your hands and knees slut."

You're stomach flips from the degrading name. It's not something you and him do often but the coolness in his voice tells you he isn't taking no for an answer. And to be quite honest, you're a little turned on by the change.

"You want to fuck me here on this carpeted floor?" You ask once your ass is propped in front of him. You just know he's staring at it. Your fingers claw the ground as you wait for his response.

"You're still on birth control right?" He falls to his knees behind you and guides the tip of his cock over your folds teasingly.

"Y-yes," you say. The feeling on his head rubbing against you already has your core twisting in pleasure.

"Then we'll do it here. Your cunt is already dripping with your cum. Got my dick wet already." He brings a finger up to trace up your folds and you clench at the subtle touch.

"No more teasing Yoon," you beg. "Need you to fuck me."

He chuckles lowly and eases his finger in you, pushing until it sinks all the way in. "You're forgetting something..." he then moves forward to graze his lips near your ear. "Right now I own your orgasms which means I can easily edge you with my fingers all night and not give you any kind of release. So if I were you I'd try asking again, nicer."

You bite your lip and maul over his icy words. As you do Yoongi curls his finger to stimulate your G-spot. The moan that comes out of you in response has him groaning into your ear. "Please—," you say in a near whisper. "Fuck me Yoongi."

"What was that? I couldn't hear you." He knows it drives you mad to do this; begging for his cock with such desperation. Still, he likes making you do it once in a while and this happens to be one of those times. Keeps you humble, he thinks.

"Please fuck me Yoongi," your repeat louder. "I can't wait any longer, please."

Yoongi gives you a quick peck on your jaw in satisfaction and sits back up on his knees. He removes his finger from your cunt and positions his length at your entrance. Both hands come out to firmly grip the sides of your hips as he pushes him in, all at once.

"Fuck—" You moan when he bottoms out. Everything inside you screams with you in arousal. Yoongi gives you a moment to adjust to the size; he knows how big he is, and then he pulls himself all the way out to slam back into you. Your body jolts forward with the push, hands gripping as much of the carpet as they can. "Yoongi!" You moan and he clamps down on your hips harder.

"Screaming so soon baby? We're just getting started fuck," he rasps and thrusts into you again, harder than the last. It doesn't take long before he gets into a steady rhythm and your moaning over and over again. "This what you like? Interrupting my work to get fucked on your hands and knees?"

"You were taking so-fuck-long. Had to do something to get you to pay attention to me again." You can hear the chain around his neck jangling louder as he fucks into you. And if you could, you'd peer over your shoulder to take in the sight but he's snapping his hips so fast and hard in you that your only option is to stare in front of you at the blank wall or down at your hands.

"My attention? You thought I wasn't paying attention to you—fucking hell this pussy is so wet and tight it's making me even harder." He picks up his pace, thrusting into you with determination and pure lust. Each time his cock sinks into your pussy he feels a spark of electric pleasure surge through him, going straight to his cock. "I promise, you don't have to worry about that anymore. Do you wanna know what I was working on? I'll tell you if you want to know."

"I thought that was classified and I'd exploit your company if you told me." You mimic his voice from earlier.

Yoongi gives your butt a slap instantly and you moan at the contact. "Don't be a smart ass when I'm balls deep in you. Now as I was saying, do you want to know what I was working on?"

"A new song? Oh shit, right there!" Your eyes roll up when all the thrusting starts making your walls clench, nearing your high. "Fuck, fuck Yoongi, harder, please! So close."

"We're gonna need to go a second time if you're coming this fast baby," Yoongi says, beating into your pussy. The sound of skin slapping skin echoes off the four walls of the bedroom. "Want this cock Mrs. Min? Want it to make you come all over me?"

"Yes, yes I do Yoongi. Make me come with your big cock. Fuck!" You pant as he continues to move inside you. "But you did it again Yoon. Calling me Mrs."

"Just-fuck-go with it!"

"Oh god I'm gonna come. Any time now," you whine, the cord inside you so, so close to breaking. Yoongi gives you a few more full thrusts and with that, you have your first orgasm.

"You soaked me baby," he groans. "Fuck." He pulls himself out of you to your surprise and you whip your head around your shoulder.

"You didn't come," you say.

"I know, but as hot as your ass is I want to see the face of the woman I'm going to be marrying when I come. So how about rolling on your back for me while I'm still hard?"

"Okay," you nearly grin with sheer happiness when you hear how sentimental your finance' sounds. Yoongi can be a tough man but his he's got a heart of pure gold.

"I love you," you say before he wraps your legs around his waist and puts himself back into you.

"I love you too." Yoongi puts himself back into you and starts chasing his release with so much passion that it stirs another spark of arousal inside you. "Oh my god baby, feels so good. And your eyes are so beautiful, lips perfect for kissing, and wanna hold you like this forever. I love it when you cling onto my arm when we're out in public too and when you fall asleep on my chest when it's just us. Fuck, fuck gonna come soon."

Your mouth gapes open at how much is flooding from his lips right now. The combination of his length working you up to a second orgasm and his words making you on the verge of tears is too much to handle. "Come in me Yoon, I love you. Only you."

He finally releases at your word and you come for the second time that night. Yoongi gently places your legs on the ground and pulls himself out of you. "Are you okay?" He asks. "We should've done this on the bed. I'm sorry, I got carried away and wasn't thinking—"

"I liked it," you reassure. "Do you...uh do you want to take a bath now?" Yoongi smiles and nods.

"I'll run the water in a few minutes."

"No I can do it," you move to get up but he stops you with a hand on your arm.

"I'll do it baby. Stay with me a moment longer." You lay back down as he crawls next to you on his back.

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"Uhm Yoon," you ask, leaning your head back on his chest. You're both in the tub now with the hot water soothing your muscles. "Did You mean everything you said a few minutes ago? All the stuff about my eyes and...stuff."

Yoongi hears the faintest insecurity in your voice and wraps his arms around your waist from under the water. "I meant every word of it. And you want to know something?"

"What?"

"We never got to finish this thought earlier. But the reason I've been so preoccupied with my music lately is because I've been trying to make a song to surprise you with at our wedding. I've been struggling to find the right beats and lyrics because, well it's you. And anything I've come up with isn't doing the trick." He pauses and you're lost for words. You had no idea his "new song" was for you the whole time. "I'm sorry I insisted I bring my equipment this weekend," he says.

"I don't even know what to say Yoongi. You wrote a song for our wedding. I feel so dumb for being mad about it." You wipe a few tears from your eyes, just small ones that manages to fall from your eyes.

"Hey, don't cry baby," he coos. "And don't call yourself dumb. You didn't know and I was more preoccupied than I should have been about it. It's not finished though since you know, we had sex in the middle of it all."

"I—I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? I love having sex with you. In fact, if you wanted to have sex in this tub right now you wouldn't hear me complaining at all."

"Yoongi-"

"I'm serious __ so if this is you getting shy then there's only one way to cure it. I'll start listing everything I enjoy about being with you. Let's start with when I sink my fingers into your wet pussy. Your moans are so pretty, begging for me to add an—"

"Ah stop, stop stop stop!" It shouldn't embarrass you but it does. Yoongi laughs at your change of character and kisses the side of your head.

"I'm just saying you don't have to apologize for anything alright? I'm the one that should be doing that."

"No, I understand why you brought it with you. But from now on can you try leaving it at home more? At least when we go on our honeymoon?"

"I promise you I will not bring it on our honeymoon. That is a line I will not cross."

"You better not," you say, closing your eyes. "I'll really not have it with you then."

"I expect nothing less as my wife. I know we've said it a hundred times already but I do love you __. More than anything. Even my music."

You tell him that you love him too, complete calmness showering over you. To the happy couple, you hum to yourself.

a/n: Hoping you enjoyed as much as I did writing this. TY for reading and LMK your thoughts 💞

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Oh, Darling! | MYG | One

Pair: Professor!Yoongi  x Student!Reader 

Summary: Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you've held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?

Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, university au.

Chapter Warnings: Professor Min, long hair Yoongi (both are good warnings okay?). Smut. 

WC: 9k 

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Enrolling on a tutoring program seemed like a simple idea at the time. 

All you had to do was come into class a few days a month, for a subject you had already taken last semester, and help newer students in exchange of extra credit and a hefty recommendation letter that would spruce up your resume. You have done really well in Modern Korean Literature in the past, so you shouldn’t have any trouble helping others learn. 

Every now and then, however, the professor would need your help outside of the classroom; for grading papers, helping format and fact-check exams, plan activities and so on. 

And it was at those times that you really struggled. 

Professor Min was different from the other teachers at your university. 

For starters, he was in his early thirties; unlike most of the school board that were already pushing their mid fifties. And he was gorgeous. The level of handsomeness that made girls fail his class for not paying attention to what he was teaching and some guys would do a double take when he walked past in the Seoul National University corridors. 

Min Yoongi was also a brilliant man. 

With titles and impressive degrees, the man was nothing short of a genius. On top of teaching classes at SNU –ones that had a waiting list for enrolment– he was also a very talented author with best sellers under his belt. 

All that paired up with his gentle nature, sharp tongue and his overall presence did not do well for your ever growing crush on the man. 

And as much as you knew nothing could ever happen between you –the few years apart in age and the risk of losing your spot in the university and his job making it impossible for you to even harbor any hope– you did catch him looking at you every now and then, and you were sure he did flirt with you at least once or twice before. 

“I can’t believe you’re ditching us for this.” Jungkook, your twin flame, cousin, and dorm-mate was saying as he parked his car in the university parking lot. 

“I need the extra credit, Kook.” 

To that, the man sitting behind you in the backseat scoffed. “We both know that’s not true. Just admit you’re in love with your professor and go.” 

“I’m not!” you groaned, turning around to squint your eyes at Taehyung. “You guys are just upset because you won’t get free drinks without me, but you won’t even miss me.”

“Excuse you, we’re perfectly capable of getting free drinks on our own, but it helps when you’re friends with the bartender.” Tae threw back, but Jungkook was still pouting. 

“Just tell Minie I sent you and he’ll hook you up.” 

The noise Jungkook let out at the mention of your bartender best friend was a perfect mix between a screech and a grunt. You most definitely weren’t the only one with an unrequited crush. 

“Alright, see you guys tomorrow. Thanks for the ride, Kook.” 

“Yeah, yeah, goodbye, traitor.” 

You were laughing at his pout as you got out of the car, feeling the cold winds of March kissing your bare legs. 

It was past ten at night as you made it to campus, walking into the building of Languages and Literature to find it deserted. It wasn’t your first time between these walls so late at night, but it was definitely a first for you on a Saturday. 

You should be annoyed, really, since you were really looking forward to the night out with your friends. But Professor Min seemed so desperate when he texted you an hour ago that you had no choice but to ask Jungkook to turn around and drop you off at university instead. 

Your knock on the professor’s private office was soft, but you knew he caught it as you heard steps from the inside. A second later and he was opening the heavy doors with a swish. 

“You’re here, good.” the man offered you a tight lipped smile as he pushed the door open for you to come inside. “I’m really sorry to text you at such short notice, I wouldn’t have if it wasn’t important–” 

“It’s okay, professor.” you assured as you walked deeper into the office, dropping your small purse on the corner of the brown leather couch. “What can I help you with?” 

You turned back around to catch him staring at your legs. It was just for a second, and you were sure it meant nothing, but it still sent a funny feeling up your spine. He also didn’t answer you right away, making you wonder if he paid attention to your words at all. It gave you some time to pay attention to him. 

Professor Min had a style that bordered the fine line between casual and formal. His black pants were tailored, and his open blazer didn’t have a single crease. But the white t-shirt underneath and the same color sneakers broke the formality of it all. His hair was so long it started to touch his shoulders, the fringe pushed back and away from his forehead; a little messy from running his hands through. 

“Were you heading somewhere?” 

His question was clearly aimed at your dress, much shorter than you would ever wear on a normal day at university. It was also lathered with guilt, so you shook your head in a lie that you knew wouldn’t stick. 

“So that’s all for me?” Professor Min asked with a raised eyebrow and tilt of his head, catching your lie, pressing for the truth. If only he knew the effect his words had on you. 

“Don’t people say to dress for the job you want?” 

That made him laugh; a scratchy sound deep from his throat as he walked past you and towards his desk at the back of the room. 

“And what is it you want?” 

Not to burst into flames with the way the man rolled the stiff sleeves of his blazer up to his elbows, revealing pale arms, lean muscles and veins.

“To help you.” you finally said after what felt like a too long staring session. “You seemed a little rushed through the text, Professor Min.” 

“Just Yoongi is fine.” the man said, rounding the table to fiddle with a stack of papers he was clearly working on before your arrival. You were about to protest, and he sensed it when he said: “I clearly messed up your Saturday night plans, the least I can do is let you off from being so formal.” 

“Yoongi.” you repeated with a small nod, wanting to test how it sounded on your tongue. 

The man had been your professor last semester, on the subject you were now helping him with, and you were one of his monitors ever since the start of this term. But you had never called him by name, too scared of what it might do to your poor delusional self.

"I really need to finish this chapter by Monday, and I also need to grade these exams by Monday." the man said with a tired sigh, feeling the need to explain himself: "I'm usually more organized than this… My editor, however, apparently not. He didn't tell me the deadline was cutting close– and you don't care about that, I'm stalling." 

Yoongi’s new sigh made your heart clench for the man. He was clearly stressed and you had noticed the two empty coffee cups by his trash and the half full one sitting on a coaster on his dark wood desk. You knew he was working on a new book, even if he was very tight lipped about what it was. 

Authors and their secret projects, you supposed. 

“I was under the impression that tutors weren’t supposed to grade the exams of other students?” you asked sheepishly, standing in front of his desk. 

“I trust you to not give your friends higher grades than what they deserve.” 

“I wouldn’t.” you assured him, eyes widening a fraction. 

“It will be our little secret, then.” 

Professor Min gave you the stack of papers you were supposed to grade, as well as the cheat-sheet with his own answers so you could base your revision off of them. He let you borrow a few pens, since you weren’t exactly prepared with your backpack and pencil case when coming over tonight, and you moved back to the couch. 

Sharing his desk was out of question, since he had way too many things on its surface and you guessed he needed that kind of organized mess to work. You settled on the floor, between the leather couch and the low coffee table, using it as a makeshift desk. The plush rug felt nice against your legs, stopping the cold of the tiles to get to you. 

Sitting down was a bit of a struggle, since you had to try and keep your modesty, but there was no way you could stop your dress from riding up your thighs at least a little bit. This was your Second Date dress, the one you felt the best in and the one that had guaranteed you getting fucked at the end of the night in every ocasion you wore it. 

You didn’t intend on wearing it for your professor and breaking the lucky cycle, but you didn’t exactly have time to go home and change before swooping in to his rescue. 

MARCH 12TH | 22:21

The first time it happened, you chucked it off to your own wishful thinking. 

You were distracted with the tenth exam, words starting to jumble together as you tried to make sense of Kim Sora’s chicken scratch, huffing to yourself in frustration when you looked up and to the side. Yoongi had his eyes on you, over the screen of his laptop, averting his gaze way too quickly for someone who had nothing to hide. 

It was still enough to bring a flush to your cheeks, but you ignored it in favor of believing it to be a moment of distraction from his hard work. 

The second time it happened, you had just adjusted yourself on the rug, stretching your legs in front of you and under the table, crossing your heels on top of the other. It was pure curiosity that made you look up at Yoongi again. This time, his eyes stayed on your legs a bit longer, flitting to your face and holding your stare for all of two seconds. 

Two seconds that felt like minutes and made you want to squirm on your makeshift seat. 

The third time it happened, it was your own fault. 

You were about to start grading Jungkook’s exam, holding back the want to text him about it and tease him, when Yoongi groaned. It was a groan of frustration, paired with his knobby fingers running through his already messy, dark hair. But it still made you look up and wonder just what other sounds he might make. 

Like a magnet, the beautiful man kept your eyes stuck to him. More specifically, on the way his pink bottom lip looked a little swollen from all the bitting he was doing on his focus. The noise of his rushed typing on his keyboard helped your entranced state and you couldn’t look away. Not even when his tongue poked out of his mouth to lick between his lips. 

Your heart was trying to beat out of your chest, completely freezing as your gaze traveled up his cute button nose and stopped at his feline-like eyes. Professor Min was looking at you, having caught your stare. And he held it again, but you didn’t run from it. Not when you had caught him twice before. 

Your lips moved of their own accord, as if you wanted to say something, anything. The movement dragged his dark eyes down your face, completely choking you up. Your mouth closed and you knew your face looked as red as it felt. Yoongi let out a small hum, something you could only interpret as satisfaction, and got back to working on his task. 

The buzzing on your lap stopped you from being mortified and you looked down to see a string of text messages from your friend’s group chat. 

Joonie [22:50]: whts this I hear about u ditching us to sit on a professor’s dick? 

You [22:51]: tell @tae to stfu there will be none of that! I’m working 

Tae [22:51]: I take offense to that, how do you know it wasn’t kook??

You [22:51]: bc I’m sure he’s either wasted by now or making heart eyes at Jimin by the bar 

Your confirmation came in the form of a video. The content was blurry and dark, no doubt taken in the bar they were in, and you could slightly see Jungkook’s broad frame and half of his face. Turning the volume of your phone down enough so only you could hear it, you pressed play. 

“Babyyyy, we miss youuuu.” you could hear Jimin’s voice yelling at the phone. 

“No we don’t!” Jungkook was clearly drunk, with the way he got in front of Tae’s phone and blocking your views of the blonde man behind the bar. A second later, your roommate was whispering: “Yes we do, but don’t tell her–”

Your giggle was easy and light hearted as you blocked your screen again without answering. As much as you didn’t regret coming over to take some of the weight off your professor’s shoulder, you did feel a little fomo. 

“That your boyfriend?” Yoongi’s raspy voice pulled you out of your own thoughts, making you jolt a tiny bit. 

“Uh, no.” you pretended not to understand your need to clarify: “I don’t have a boyfriend.” 

“Mm.” 

His little hum told you absolutely nothing. Was he relieved? Disinterested? Only asked to be polite? Before he could close himself inside his bubble again, you asked:

“Do you like jjapaguri?”

“Yeah.” 

“With pork or steak?” you pulled your phone again, opening the food delivery app. 

“Pork– wait, why?” 

His attention was on you again and you lifted yourself from the floor, shoes getting lost a while ago, to sit on the couch. 

“I know a good restaurant nearby and they deliver until pretty late.” you explained, scrolling for the menu items you just mentioned. 

“Miss Yn–”

“I thought we didn’t need to be so formal tonight, Yoongi.” you stopped his denying with a crooked smile. “Besides, you messed up my Saturday night plans, the least you could do is have dinner with me.” 

You knew you were pushing a bit, didn’t know if he’d take your small tease as petulance or as a joke. You’d never talk like this to any of your other professors; but then again, you never stayed past midnight on a now-sunday with any of them. 

Yoongi regarded you for a moment, stretching his legs in front of him and making his chair creak when he leaned back against the backrest. 

“I could use a break, I guess.” his agreement made you smile and resume your ordering. “But at least let me pay.” 

“It’s fine.” 

You did live on a budget, and had to pay more to have a room for yourself in the co-ed dormitory you resided in. But you could still afford to buy two bowls of noodles from a restaurant down the street. 

Feeling pretty bold, and hoping Yoongi might catch the implications behind your words, you said:

“You can pay for dinner next time.” 

“Okay.” 

Not even twenty minutes later you were already making it back to Yoongi’s office after picking up the food from the delivery guy at the front door. The string-bean like man told you he thought it was a prank order, since no one had ever ordered food this late to be delivered at the university and that he was thankful you weren’t a ghost. 

You were still laughing about it as you pushed the heavy doors to the office with your hip, almost stilling in place when you watched your professor ridding himself of his blazer. 

“I got the drinks.” the man said as he pointed to the two cans of soda on top of the center table that had been ridden of all the papers you were grading before. 

“Good, thanks.” 

You sat on the couch, leaning over the small table to place the take-out bags and pull out the plastic bowls of greasy noodles. Yoongi sat next to you, only half a cushion between the two of you. 

“It’s just from the vending machine down the hall.” he said nonchalantly, as if it wasn’t a big deal. “I remember seeing you drinking Sprite, and I didn’t know what else you liked, so.” 

“Sprite is perfect, Yoongi.” you said with a smile that you tried to contain. “It’s my favorite, actually.” 

“My best friend loves it too.” he said with a small scoff and a roll of his eyes. “I like coke better.” 

“At least one of you has good taste.” your scoff slipped out as you handed the man his bowl. “Diet coke?”

“When you get to a certain age, you have to start looking after your figure.” 

You had to bite your tongue to stop the comment that was about to jump from it. With the way the white t-shirt fell over Yoongi’s thick shoulders, straining against his arms, and resting over a clearly toned chest, you doubted he had much trouble staying fit. 

You ate in silence at first, savoring the noodles and munching on the pork meat. Albeit greasy, it was surprisingly tender and practically melted on your mouth. Yoongi seemed to be enjoying himself too, with the little hums he kept letting out, eyebrows kissing high on his smooth forehead. 

“I didn’t realize I was this hungry.” he commented while pausing his chewing in order to drink from his can.

“When was the last time you ate?” you wanted to know. 

His forehead creased as if deep in thought, until he said: “I honestly don’t remember. Does coffee count?” 

“Absolutely not.” you reprimanded. 

“Time flies when you’re hating absolutely everything you write.” he mused, almost bitterly. 

“Is your new book giving you trouble?” you asked before pushing a chunky piece of meat past your lips. 

“Hm. Yeah.” Yoongi seemed to ponder his answer for a while, finally admitting: “Trying to write my first novel is going a little harder than I expected.” 

“A novel?!” 

You couldn’t stop your excitement at the news. You read three of Yoongi’s previous books; one of them was on the reading list for the class you took with him, and the other two were purely for selfish reasons. They were all textbooks talking about Korean literature, modern and classic, and it still hooked you up on every word. Surely having seen the man behind the words helped a lot, but you still enjoyed them. 

But to know he was working on a novel? That absolutely interested you, not to mention how curious you were to ask about the plot and genre. 

“Don’t get so excited, it might never see the light of day.” his scratchy laugh made you squirm a little and you had no reasonable explanation as to why. 

“I don’t believe you’re having that much trouble.” you said as you opened your can of Sprite, holding it away from you and from him to avoid any spilling; never one to trust a vending machine can. 

Yoongi chewed for a while, forehead still creasing from the taste, before saying: “I wasn’t struggling at first, but my editor had me rewrite the whole thing. Well, the whole five chapters I had so far.” 

“I can see why that would stress you out…” 

“It’s a mystery book. Hoseok wants me to add romance to it.” it sounded like a complaint more than sharing, but you guessed he was holding onto those feelings of frustration for too long, so you let him talk. “But I guess sex sells. And I know he has a point, I just wish I wasn’t struggling so much.” 

“I could… Take a look at it for you?” you offered, bracing yourself for the rejection that was clearly coming when he didn’t answer right away. “I mean, I am a literature major and I took a course in creative writing–”

“Okay.” 

“–but if you don’t– wait, really?” you blinked and he almost looked… endeared? 

“There’s a reason I picked you over the dozens of applicants for this spot, Yn.” Yoongi admitted, finishing the last scoop of noodles. “You can read a bit of it and I’ll finish grading the papers.” 

You nodded, closing the lid on your half finished bowl of noodles. “I already finished it, but wrote the scores with a pencil so all you have to do is cover it with a pen. I thought people might notice if they got them back with another handwriting that wasn’t yours.”

“Smart.” 

“Didn’t wanna get you in trouble.” 

Yoongi smiled softly and went back to his table, leaning over his computer and clicking a few things here and there while you cleaned up the coffee table of any trash and leftovers. 

When you joined him on the other side of the desk, Yoongi looked like he was ready to bolt. 

“I won’t be too mean about it.” you said in what you hoped would be taken as a joke. “I’m sure you have nothing to worry about anyway.” 

“Hold that thought.” 

The man let you sit at his desk as he took your place on the couch. He had his back to you as he picked up the exams, most likely scared to see your reactions to what he wrote. And as much as his back muscles called to you, straining against the fabric of his shirt, you wanted to read the first chapters of the novel. 

Focusing on it was a tricky task at first, when you were surrounded by so many of Yoongi’s things. If you took anything other than a shallow breath, you were engulfed by the smell of musk, grapefruit and something woody that was just so Yoongi it made you a little dizzy. 

You weren’t a particularly slow reader in the first place, having read the fifth Harry Potter book in less than forty eight hours, but you were whooshing through this. Yoongi had a way with words that really captured you, that put you inside his pages and that really painted a picture. There were cliffhangers and parts that made you chuckle and others that made you gasp. 

In fact, you let out so many noises that made Yoongi turn around and stare at you again. 

“Oh, it’s over already?” you pouted when you got to the last page of the document, wanting more. “Okay, I see what you mean.” 

“It’s shit, innit?” 

“No, Yoongi.” you chuckled at his dejected face, getting up from his chair and immediately missing his scent. “But I can tell that you added the love interest as a second thought. It’s not so… Natural for the reader.” 

“I know.” 

He groaned in frustration for the tenth time tonight, hiding his face on his hands, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. You sat next to him, nibbling on your bottom lip. 

“I think it would help if you added subtle hints that they are attracted to each other. It would make it easier for the romance to blossom down the line.” 

“Subtle hints?” 

You nodded while you wanted to laugh. Clearly Yoongi didn’t read enough romance novels to know what you were talking about. It didn’t seem like his style either, but if he wanted to write about romance, he had to read about it. Or he had to experience it. 

“Yeah. Like furtive looks when someone thinks the other doesn’t notice it.” you stated and his cheeks gained a slight pink hue you didn’t miss. “And small touches.” 

Yoongi sat against the back of the couch again, hands resting on his thighs, fingers twitching. He still looked utterly confused. You didn’t really blame him, having a theory that when your professor wanted something, he went after it. You could read him like a man that didn’t waste any time beating about the bush, he was honest and sometimes brutally so. Why would he be any different when it came to his love life? 

Biting the bullet, and before you could really think about how much of a bad idea this was, your said: 

“I think it’s getting a little late and I should go.” contradicting your words, you placed a soft hand on his forearm. It was only there for a moment, but you made a point of dragging your thumb over his heating skin. “Let me know if you need anything else, okay?” 

Yoongi seemed dumbfounded, you had never touched him like this. Or in any other way for that matter. This whole night passed as a blur to him. 

From the moment you were knocking on his door wearing this damn dress, to the way you didn’t mind how much shorter it got as you moved about his space, to your gentleness and care when ordering dinner for the both of you. Everything was too much, while simultaneously not enough. 

Yoongi wasn’t blind, much less dumb. He knew the effect he had on students, and he knew the effect he had on you. From the way your face and neck gained a cute pink shade whenever he complimented you for a job well done after one of his classes, or how shy you seemed to be when you first started working together on the monitoring program. 

But he didn’t expect you to make the first move like this. To touch him like this. It was fleeting and it was barely there, a touch so subtle that he barely missed it. Still, it was enough to set his nerve endings on fire, send his brain into overdrive and a rush straight to his–

Hold on. 

Subtle hints. Small touches. 

Oh. 

Ohh.

You got up from the couch, your bare legs brushing his knees as you passed by him and Yoongi didn’t know if he should feel relief or disappointment that you were only showing him what you meant when it came to your advice about his book. 

It most definitely wasn’t the first option. 

But he wished for it to be, because the alternative was much too dangerous for him to even entertain the idea of. You were his student. He was in a position of power over you in so many ways, he didn’t want to force you into anything you didn’t want. 

He couldn’t find out if you wanted the same thing as he did. 

And Yoongi actually appreciated how much you helped him, and he really appreciated this job. While getting involved with you wouldn’t be illegal –you weren’t a minor for a few years now– it was imperative that he didn’t think of you in any way other than his best student. 

“See what I did there?” you turned around to face him, dropping whatever act you had put on to show him the subtle touches you were on about. 

But you looked so happy while at it that he didn’t hold back his own smile. One that would give him a lot of shit for if Hoseok was there to witness it. 

“Yeah, I think it’ll help.” he nodded, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. “But you’re right, it is quite late.” 

“Oh, yeah, I didn’t really notice it.” you looked around to check the digital clock on the cream wall, the blue LED light marking 00:37. “Guess I can call a cab, it’s still too early for my friends to be leaving the bar.”

“So you were going somewhere.”

You smiled sheepishly, offering him a little shrug as he got up from the couch to close up his notebook and gather his things so he could leave too. 

“Don’t you want to go meet them?” Yoongi wondered while placing a fountain pen on the breast pocket of his discarded jacket. 

“Nah, at this point they are mostly too drunk to be fun when I’m this sober.” you chuckled, fixing your shoes on your feet. 

“I’ll just drive you home, then?” 

Your breath got caught on your throat. It wasn’t a question, Yoongi was doing what he wanted and he was driving you home. The assertiveness made the butterflies go a little haywire on your stomach, and you had no option but to nod. 

MARCH 13TH | 01:09

The Languages and Literature department wasn’t that far from your dorm building, especially not at this hour of the night, when streets were empty and students were either already sleeping or out enjoying the city nightlife. 

Yoongi’s car was clean and comfortable, nothing flashy or ostentatious, but he did have a built-in GPS and a very modern sound system. He kept a mellow R&B playlist low on the background as he drove and you couldn’t help but stare at the veins in his arm as he held the steering wheel with one hand. 

In such a small space everything seemed heightened. From the sound of your own heavy breathing, to the rustle of the plastic bag with your leftover dinner resting by your feet. But it was Yoongi’s soft hums when he liked a song and the amplified scent oozing off of him that was making you go a little crazy. 

When the car came to a halt a few stops away from your building, slightly hidden behind a large tree and away from the nearest street lamp, you wanted to find an excuse, anything to stay there and prolong your goodbyes. You wouldn’t have another class with Yoongi for a few days, since he liked to rotate his two assistants, and you didn’t know when you’d have a one on one session with him again. 

The professor didn’t seem eager to let you go either, when he turned the engines off and cut the lights. 

“I hope your wife won’t mind you staying out so late.” you heard yourself saying, heart beating quickly on your chest at the prospects of a confirmation you didn’t want. 

Yoongi let out a breathy laugh, pushing his hair away from his forehead again. “Don’t have one.” 

“Your girlfriend then?” 

“Not that either.” 

If Yoongi thought your questions were invasive or out of line, he didn’t show it. When you removed your seatbelt and let it slide back into place, the man turned slightly to the side. To stare at you. To wait for your next move. When you didn’t make any motion of leaving his car, he clicked his own seatbelt free. 

Was he expecting you to invite him up? You doubted it, since he was careful enough to park so far away from the entrance of your dorm building, where it was safe from prying eyes. 

“Yn.” he said, and you liked the way your name sounded in the solitude of his car. 

“Yes, Professor Min?” 

Whatever question he had seemed to die on his tongue and you basked in the way his gaze grew darker. You licked your lips out of habit, a movement that caught his sharp attention immediately. 

You couldn’t tell when you started leaning into his space. Maybe it was before his warning call to your name, even. Your heart was pumping so much blood through you that your pulse was buzzing in your ears. 

“Told you to not call me that when it’s just the two of us.” his tone was low, teasing almost, and it sent a pool of heat right between your legs. 

“What do you want me to call you?” you were a breath away from whimpering, begging him to close the distance before you leaned all the way over the console of the car, you needed him to give you something. “Sir?”

The grunt that escaped his pretty lips made a new wave of arousal course through you, every cell on your body buzzing from the possibilities. 

Rationally, you knew you shouldn’t be this close. You should have left his car as soon as it parked, wished him good luck with his book and thanked him for the ride. But something was keeping you stuck to this seat, maybe the same thing that made him take off his seatbelt and not ask you to leave. 

It was pretty obvious to the two of you what was happening right now, the tension too thick to pretend it wasn't there, the elephant in the room too obnoxiously colored to ignore. 

“We can’t.” the man said, pale hand resting on your shoulder as if to stop you from coming any closer. 

But his thumb brushed your collarbone, his digits pressed against your skin, his eyes dropped to your lips. You wanted him so much. More than you ever wanted anything in your life. 

“Yoongi–” 

It was erotic, the way his name fell from your lips. A whine, a plea. 

One he didn’t have the strength to ignore. 

The hand on your shoulder slipped to the back of your neck, gentle, yet firm, pulling you closer to him the rest of the way so your lips could clash together at once. It was mind numbing and electrifying. His lips felt so soft against yours, but full of purpose as he slowly moved them over yours. 

Your hand rested on his thigh as you looked for balance, fingers digging into the hard flesh as you heard his groan against your lips. The hand on the back of your neck slipped into your hair, tilting your head to the side and you were gone. 

A soft gasp left your lips, giving Yoongi the perfect opportunity to push his tongue past your lips, licking into your mouth, rolling it over yours with so much want it left you breathless. It took you a few seconds for your brain to catch up; just as Yoongi was starting to pull back, you chased his lips again, taking his bottom one between your teeth. 

Maybe you were blinded by your crush on the man, drunk on desire, intoxicated by the thrill of making out with your professor, but you didn’t think that any other kiss you ever had compared to his. The way he had control over his tongue, how he knew exactly how to flick it, how fast or slow he should go. You didn’t want it to end, but you were losing your already short breath. 

“Tell me what you want.” Yoongi’s request was a low blow and he knew that. 

It was his way to alleviate his guilty conscience, letting you ask him what you wanted, instead of imposing his wants on you. It just so happened that apparently you both wanted the same thing. 

“Want you.” you told him meekly. As if you weren’t just biting on his lip two minutes ago. 

“‘m here.” 

You seemed to think about your options, looking around his car, to his lap, then at the steering wheel. He could almost see the calculations you were making behind your eyes, until you threw a glance to the back seat. Your silent request was understood and Yoongi let go of your neck so he could squeeze his way to the back of his car, falling to the middle seat with a less than attractive thud. 

You started giggling and Yoongi wanted to wipe it off your pretty, tantalizing lips. 

“Come here.” 

Despite your short dress, you maneuvered yourself with a lot more grace than he had, making him wonder just how many times you had done something like this before. It was a thought he quickly shook away. 

“Eager, are we?” you teased, settling over his lap, with a knee on each side of his narrow hips. 

“You’re one to talk.” was his comeback, and he knew he had to do better than that. But it wasn’t really his fault that all the blood seemed to be moving down and settling on his crotch. 

You laughed, all pretty and sweet, sitting your ass on top of his bulge and holding yourself by his shoulders. Yoongi’s hands were on your thighs and he didn’t know legs could feel this smooth and soft. The more his fingers inched up, the more he realized just how much your tiny dress has ridden up and laid bunched on your hips. 

The car was dark and the murky windows made it hard for the outside light to filter in, but he could still see the light material of your small panties. Pink and lacy. Cute. 

“Wanna kiss you again.” you were impatiently asking, slipping one of your hands into his hair. “God, always wanted to do this.” 

“Kiss me?” he asked with a cocked brow. 

“That too, but I mean your hair.” 

His chuckle was nice, all the way from deep in his chest. “You like it?” 

“So much.” 

This should be weird, you thought to yourself. You were sitting on your professor’s lap, about to have his tongue down your throat again. His hands were inching closer and closer to your ass, until he grabbed handfuls of it and pressed you harder against him, tearing a moan from you. 

But it wasn’t weird at all. 

Maybe you had imagined and fantasized about this so many times that it felt natural to you now that it was actually coming true. Surely you pictured Yoongi fucking you on a bed –or in the shower, or bent over his desk–, but the backseat of his car was just as exciting. 

“Still waiting.” 

Yoongi said with a lick to his lips, beaconing you closer and closer until you could feel his breath on your face. As he tried to close the rest of the space and reach for your lips, however, you held onto his long hair. Your pull made it impossible for his head to move any closer and the sting to his scalp made him growl. He liked that.

You giggled at the way his bottom lip pushed out just for a second and he caught himself pouting, rolling his eyes as if that reaction surprised even himself. 

“Yn–” 

The reprimand was interrupted as your lips searched for his tongue, latching onto it so you could suck on it slowly, head bobbing as your hips rocked on top of his lap. One of Yoongi’s hands stayed on your ass as the other continued up your back, testing his luck and moving to your front to rest on your ribs, the tips of his fingers brushing against the underside of your covered breasts. 

“This okay?” he asked breathlessly after retrieving his tongue from your mouth. 

You instantly missed it, but nodded. Pushing back from him, you took it upon yourself to slip the straps of your dress off your shoulders and pulled the top down, allowing your tits to spill and bounce free. 

You were used to boys ogling your chest, had gotten very positive reactions when revealing them. You were proud of what you had. But when it came to Yoongi, you guessed he had seen a lot more tits in his life than the younger men you were used to hooking up with. Thankfully, you didn’t have time to let insecurities get inside your head, not with the way his eyes widened ever so slightly as he cursed:

“Fucking hell.” 

“You like them?” you mirrored his question from before, grabbing your own tits and squeezing them together. 

Yoongi’s hips rutted up into you on pure reflex and you bit your bottom lip to stop a louder moan from escaping you. 

“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” the man finally acted as you let your tits go to tangle your fingers in his hair again. His swollen lips touched your collarbones and both of his hands held your breasts. “Been teasing me all night with this fucking dress.”

“Yoongi–” 

You moaned his name as his pretty lips wrapped around one of your nipples and you cursed the car for being so dark so you couldn’t really see his face as well as you wanted to. But you could feel his tongue swirling around the bud, the scrape of his teeth, and you could hear the sucking noises mixing with your own pants. 

Both of you froze when another car drove by, his head lifting to look around as your heart sped up incredibly fast. It was enough to break the daze you were both under, the reality of what you were doing and where you were doing it hitting you right across the face. 

For a second you saw something akin to doubt crossing Yoongi’s face and it terrified you that he’d tell you to leave. What he said, though, lit up a whole new fire within you.  

“Wish I had all night to fuck you, but–” 

“I know.” your hand rushed to the buttons and zipper of his pants, lifting your hips from his lap so he could push them down to his knees alongside his underwear. “I don’t mind if it’s quick.” 

Yoongi didn’t want this to be quick, he didn’t want to rush it. He wanted to take you in every position imaginable, over and over again until he ruined you for anybody else. He was going to hell anyway, and he did not want to think about his conscience tomorrow morning –when he was sure reality of what you were doing would hit him like a fucking wrecking ball–, but his future was doomed anyways. 

He just didn’t know how much. 

You didn’t seem to have a problem with rushing, apparently, as you were balancing yourself in one leg, back pressed to the roof of his car as you pushed your underwear down your legs, letting them pool at your ankles. 

“Fuck.” he was cursing again, hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. 

Yoongi felt like a horny teenager all over again, only he was too damn awkward back then to have many experiences like this one. Someone like you would never have looked his way back then either. 

“Oh god, you’re big.” you were saying as you sat next to him on the backseat of the car. 

“Bet you say that to every guy.” Yoongi teased, finding his voice again. He leaned closer to you, lips chasing yours. 

You let him kiss you for a while, a new rush of slick flowing between your thighs with each new flick of his tongue. Even with your eyes closed, your small hand found his thigh, following it up until you found his cock. Yoongi groaned into your mouth as he let you keep the hold of it, palm rubbing at the head and spreading the pre-cum up and down his shaft as you stroke him languidly. 

“Only when I mean it.” you hushed, taking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting lightly. You let it wobble back into place before saying: “Really want to suck you off. And I don’t think I ever meant that before.” 

“Next time, I promise.” 

If you were being honest with yourself, you knew there wouldn’t be a next time. You could hardly even believe this was happening right now, let alone a second chance of fucking the hottest professor of SNU. But you’d take what you could get and if a quickie at the backseat of his car was all you had, you’d make the most of it. 

“Do you have a condom?” you asked him, ignoring the stubborn butterflies in your stomach. 

“If I have a– oh, shit.” Yoongi looked pained enough for you to know he didn’t have any protection on him. 

“Really? Don’t guys carry it with them at all times?” you mused, arching an eyebrow. 

“I wasn’t really planning on fucking anybody tonight.” he scoffed, making you bite your lip. 

“Aww, is that not why you called me over?” 

You fake pouted and his snort was cut off with the way your hand sped up its movements on his cock. Yoongi’s head fell back and you never saw a more delicious neck, or heard a more delicious whine. 

“I have one, hang on.” 

Reluctantly, you let his cock go, leaving it heavy and leaking resting against his lower stomach. You had to lean over the console of the car to reach your bag, ass practically on Yoongi’s face as your hip was stuck between the two front seats. Getting the damn thing was almost impossible with the way Yoongi’s hands went to your thighs and his face leaned in to lick between your folds. 

You had no warning, letting out a cross between a gasp of surprise and a moan of pleasure. 

“Stay like this for a bit.” he asked with a mumble. “Gotta taste you.” 

Yoongi held your hips in place as he lapped slowly, licking your pussy and sucking on your lips. Your position wasn’t the most comfortable, but you balanced yourself as best as you could, wanting to rock on his face to have more of whatever he was willing to give you. 

When his lips wrapped around your clit and really sucked, you bit your lips to stop a cry from being too loud. 

“Yoongi, I need you, please.” you somewhat begged.

“Come here, baby.” 

He gave your ass cheek a kiss and held your hips harder to pull you all the way to the backseat again. It wasn’t fair how your mind was swimming in bliss from that pet name alone. 

“Here.” you handed him the square packet and let him rip it with his teeth as you settled on his lap again. 

“So you were planning on getting fucked tonight?” 

You shrugged, ass on his knees as you watched his deft fingers roll the transparent latex down on his cock. 

“It was a hard week. Professor Hwang was really on my ass.” you said and scooted closer to Yoongi once his job was done. “And not in a fun way.” 

Yoongi laughed heartily, shoulders shaking as he held you up to hover over his cock. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” his lips touched your chest again, tongue searching for a nipple as his hand brushed the tip of his covered cock between your folds. Yoongi dragged it up and down, flicking your clit to make you tremble. You couldn’t take this teasing anymore, taking him in your own hands and lining him up with your entrance. “Wait, let me prep–”

“No time.” 

Yoongi watched you shake your head and he felt the way his tip breached your little hole. It was a sensory overload; you felt so fucking tight around him, the noise of your cunt swallowing him little by little was obscene, the whole car smelled of sweat and sex. 

He could tell you were putting on a brave face, but his eyes were used to the dark by now and he could see the frown on your forehead, the slight tremble on your thighs as you tried to pace yourself. 

“You’re doing so well.” he praised, soothing you with gentle kisses on your breasts and soft squeezes to your ass. “Just a little more.” 

“Not a little more–” you breathed in sharply. “Too big…”

“Shh, it’s okay, baby.” 

It was your own fault how much the stretch was stinging, Yoongi had offered to prep you. But you were stubborn and impatient, and each minute you stayed there was a minute too long. You didn’t plan on saying anything, but the campus security guard was famous for doing his rounds and making sure students weren’t doing anything illegal. 

And fucking inside a car, in the middle of the street, was definitely illegal. 

You hugged Yoongi by his neck, chest against chest, and bottomed out. Yoongi was thick and long and you knew he must be as pretty as the rest of him. It was a shame you wouldn’t get to see more of him; he still had his shirt on, for fucks sake. 

Resting your head against his shoulder, you took deep breaths, willing your pussy to get used to the stretch quicker. You needed him to move, you wanted him to pound you into next life and you really fucking needed to cum. You didn’t lie when you told him you had a long week; all the pent up stress and the many hours of sexual tension tonight were driving you up a figurative wall. 

“‘m good.” you told him. 

“Don’t lie.” 

“Don’t care.” you lifted your hips and sunk down again, whimpering the discomfort away. “Just fuck me, Yoongi.” 

“Remember that if you can’t walk tomorrow.” 

His warning was a contrast to the way his hands grabbed your ass again, keeping you in place as his hips started moving to fuck his cock into you. He started slow, but hit deep. The noise of skin hitting against skin was a distraction enough from the pain of the stretch and when Yoongi’s fingers slipped between your bodies to roll your clit, you completely forgot all about it.

You were squeezing him, moving in sync with his thrusts, alternating between bouncing up and down and rolling your hips. When you took control of your movements, rocking back and forward, Yoongi’s head fell backwards again, resting on the backrest. His long hair was sticking to his slightly damp skin and you just had to finally kiss his beautiful neck. 

You leaned in with purpose, moans being muffled by his skin as he took control of fucking you again. You covered his neck with open mouthed kisses, licking his salty skin, feeling his pulse under your lips. You kissed your way up to his ear, never having noticed before how he had two earrings dangling from his lobe; usually hidden by his hair. 

Taking them into your mouth, you let your tongue lick around his ear and you sucked on the lobe, pulling on the hoops with your teeth. Yoongi was a whiny mess under you, with deep groans and grunts as his thrusts became sloppy. 

“Not gonna last long–” 

“Please make me cum!” you begged in desperation, which made him laugh. 

“Don’t worry, baby.” his fingers found your clit again, rolling and rubbing it quick enough to make you see stars. “If it was up to me, I’d make you cum twice before I did.” 

“Fuckfuck–” you were holding onto him for dear life, nails sinking in on his shoulders as your open mouth pressed against his neck so your moans wouldn’t alert anybody outside. “So close, please, please–” 

“You’re milking my cock so hard, that’s it… Such a good girl–” Yoongi’s voice was hoarse, words delivered right to your ear as strong arms helped you ride him harder as he abused your bundle of nerves with pinches and flicks.  

His name fell from your lips like a prayer as your orgasm hit you hard. You choked up a sob, hugging the man harder, trembling in his arms as you felt wave after wave washing over you. Your release milked Yoongi’s own and you could feel his hips sputtering as a cacophony of ‘ah ah ah’ and heavy pants barely reached your buzzing ears. His swollen cock seemed to expand and throb inside of you, as he spilled into the condom. 

“That was so good.” you were more than breathless, whining with a high pitch as you moved off his lap and his softening cock slipped from your cunt. 

Yoongi had his eyes closed, head still resting back, not making a single move of getting dressed. You might think he fell asleep if it wasn’t for the slow blinking of his eyes as he fought for his breathing. It was your giggle that brought him back from whatever dimension his orgasm sent him to.

“You okay?” you checked and he nodded. “Want me to throw that out for you?” 

Yoongi blinked, brain taking a while to catch up to what you were offering. Then you nodded towards his dick, the messy and full condom having no trouble staying on with his natural girth. “Ah, no, it’s fine, I got it.” 

“Alright.” 

Your smile was so sweet and free of any guilt and responsibilities that it was easy to pretend you were someone he met at a bar and not someone who could potentially ruin his whole damn life if you told anybody about any of this. 

Stop. 

Not now. 

Yoongi just wanted to bask in the bliss a little more, he wanted you to stay a little more, too. Because he knew the moment he was alone in his car, his world would come crashing down on him. But how could he ask you to stay without giving you the wrong idea? Did you even want to stay? 

Maybe not, with the way you were pulling your dress back up to cover your chest. He watched with a lump in his throat as you looked around his floor to pick up your discarded underwear, not bothering to put it back on. You reached the front of his car again, picking up your purse and the leftover take-out, ass on full display again, making his cock twitch as he finally removed the condom and tied it up in a lazy knot, rushing to pull his pants back on. 

“Good luck with your book.” you were saying as you checked if you had every one of your belongings. “Let me know if you need any help, okay?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Goodnight, Professor Min.” 

Walking out of that car brought a pang to your heart and a coldness to your stomach that you couldn’t really explain, nor did you want to analyze it. Chucking it off to your post-orgasm neediness, you pulled your dress down to make sure it covered your ass, instantly feeling the cold of the night. 

Not only was it really late, but the inside of Yoongi’s car was a lot hotter than the outside, and the abrupt change in temperature made you shiver. 

The walk to your dorm building was a little shameful, but you didn’t see a single soul as you made it to your bedroom on the second floor. Unlocking the door, you left your belongings on the desk parallel to your bed, walking to the windows to close the blinds as you were ready to pass out from how tired you were. 

Yoongi’s car was still there, just as you left it. The only difference is that now the headlights were on. You wondered if he was waiting for something, or just cooling down with the air conditioning. 

Not thinking much of it, you looked for your phone and got back to the window, ignoring the texts from your drunks friends in order to type:

To Professor Min [02:11]: I didn’t get lost on the way up, you can go now. 

He didn’t reply to your text, but you knew he read it. Looking out the window again, you saw his headlights blinking twice. With a small giggle you clicked the light switch twice as a reply. 

A/N: How do we like Professor Yoongi so far? 💜 Let me know.

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Oh, Darling! | MYG | Two

Pair: Professor!Yoongi  x Student!Reader 

Summary: Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you've held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?

Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, university au.

Chapter Warnings: Smut. Foreshadowing. A new side pairing is formed.  

WC: 10k 

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MARCH 19TH | 16:45

“I can’t believe you didn’t give me a bigger grade.” Jungkook was standing by the door of your bedroom, leaning against the frame, arms crossed to his thick chest. 

“Kook, it’s been a week.” you groaned. “Just get over it.” 

“I would, but I’ll have to really bust my ass to get all the points I need so I don’t fail this class.” the boy huffed. “You did this project last semester, right?” 

“Yes, but I won’t let you copy it.” 

“Some cousin you are.” Jungkook’s bottom lip pushed out in a pout, his lip ring shining in the bright light of your bedroom. 

You had to laugh at how menacing he should look, with all of his piercings and tattoos, but you knew Jungkook was just a soft bunny-boy underneath it all. 

Mistakenly, you mentioned to Jungkook that Professor Min had you grade his class’ exams, which resulted in him asking you what grade you had given him. You told him he could have done a little better, but you were as fair as you could be. 

It was a safer alternative than telling him about the other exciting thing that happened that night. 

While Jungkook pouted and went on about all the ways his dad –your uncle– would murder him if he failed a subject on his first semester at SNU, you looked for something to wear tonight. You still had quite a few hours until you had to leave, but it was always good to start preparing early. 

“If you want, I’ll sit with you during your next class and we can start it together.” you compromised, handing the man a hanger for him to hold as you hunted for more clothes. 

“When will that be, by the way?” he asked while chewing on his lip ring, which was something you hated when he did. 

“Dunno.” 

“Professor Min never asked Chan-ssi to come to class twice in a row.” 

Bang Chan was the other assistant for Yoongi’s class and the professor would alternate between asking you or the boy to come in to help with his classes. This past week, however, Chan was the one requested to come in twice. 

“Maybe he wants to give me a break after having me come in on a saturday.” you told him, hoping that was all it was. Because the alternative reality was a little scary. 

Deep down you could think of a few reasons for Yoongi to be avoiding you. 

Regret about what happened between the two of you was at the top of the list. Shame was right behind it. 

You were ready to walk into class on Tuesday and pretend nothing ever happened, you knew you had no other option when he was a professor and you were a student. Maybe you’d get to talk a little after class, you’d make sure to tell him there was nothing to worry about and you didn’t plan on telling anyone. 

But that was a plan hard to go through when you didn’t get the chance to see him. 

Your own classes kept you busy, and whenever you passed by Yoongi’s classroom, he was either in the middle of a lecture or busy talking to another professor.  

At the back of your mind there was a little voice telling you that the problem was you. That Yoongi was disappointed in your actions and that –after the frustration with his book and the tiredness of a long day went away– he realized that maybe you weren’t the dedicated and respectful student you painted yourself to be. 

“Are you reading something in that jacket?” Jungkook’s voice brought you out of your inner struggle and you realized you were staring intently at the sleeve of a denim jacket. 

“Do you think this goes with the–” 

“Oh yikes, absolutely not!” Park Jimin, your other-platonic-half was squeezing past your cousin to walk into your room. “Hi, Kookie.” 

You turned around in time to see the younger man become a flushed mess after seeing Jimin, who smiled angelically and pretended not to know about Kook’s eternal crush. He didn’t mean to play with your cousin’s feelings, but flirting came naturally to him; which resulted in a myriad of suitors chasing after him and Jimin was too full of love to settle for just one person. 

And Jungkook knew that, but it didn’t stop him from crushing on someone unobtainable. 

Maybe it was a family thing after all. 

“I know you hate this jacket, but–” you tried, but the man wouldn’t have it. 

“We’re not going somewhere dingy like The Dive, you have to make an effort.” Jimin told you, picking up the hanger Jungkook was still holding on to. 

“Don’t you work at The Dive?” your cousin asked, a little dumbfounded. 

“Yup. And that’s exactly where I don’t want to be on my night off.” Jimin exchanged the hanger on his hold for another one with a two piece set of a skirt and a cropped top. 

You were waiting for summer to hit to wear the set you had bought at an online sale a few weeks back, but you guessed there was no time like the present. 

“You coming with us, Kookie?” 

“Uh, no, I– uh. Have plans.” the boy stuttered and you sent him a look over your friend’s shoulder that told him to get it together. 

“Cute.” Jimin giggled. “Better plans than drinking with me?” 

“He’ll be playing that annoying game with Tae and Joon all night.” you said, closing your wardrobe shut and shooing your cousin away. 

“Getting Over It?” Jimin asked, following Jungkook into the hallway, making you groan. “I heard it’s really hard to master.” 

“Eh, I’m getting better at it.” the younger man was crossing his arms and, dare you say, flexing? “You should come play with us one day. Things get pretty crazy.” 

That made you scoff and call your friend. “Minie?” 

“Yes, yes, coming. Well, rain check on game night, alright?” 

Jungkook nodded with a new nibble to his lip ring. “Bye– bye, noona.” 

You closed the door after your cousin walked into his own bedroom, right across from yours. The co-ed dormitory was basically multiple hallways with single bedrooms on the second and third floors and common areas on the ground floor. It wasn’t common for freshmen to have access to that type of accommodation, but since you were already living there, you were able to find a spot for Jungkook when he enrolled into the university. 

Your cousin was a year younger than you in age but you had been raised together, next door neighbors and everything, so you were much the same; even choosing the same university and same major. 

“Why do you never let me speak to your baby-cousin?” Jimin was throwing himself on your bed after kicking off his shoes. Gucci replicas that only someone really obsessed with the brand would be able to tell the difference. 

“Because you do things like call him my baby-cousin! You know how he feels about you.” 

“Yeah! And he’s cute, I wouldn’t mind getting under–”

“Shush! Shut up! Right now!” 

Jimin started laughing again, scooting back to rest his body against the wall. 

“Why are you so uptight anyways?”

“I’m not uptight, I just don’t want you hooking up with my family. It would feel like incest.”

“Hm. No, that’s not it. You’re annoyed.” Jimin read you like a book, patting the space next to him for you to join him on the bed. “Come on, you know you can tell me what’s bothering you.” 

You took a deep breath and looked around your room. 

Albeit small, this was the place that brought you the most comfort in all of Seoul. It was small and a little cramped, the bathroom only fit one person at a time –you tried– and you had very little storage for everything that you owned. But the pictures on the wall behind your desk were still yours, the obnoxiously tacky plushies on the bed still reminded you of drunk nights at the arcade, the candles you weren’t allowed to burn inside the room still smelled like home. 

Yet none of that was able to quiet your thoughts today. 

But maybe opening up to Jimin would. 

“Do you remember Professor Cho?” you asked, sitting on your bed, facing your friend. 

“Short woman, mid thirties, fake red hair?” 

You nodded. Jimin didn’t even go to your university and yet he knew who the professor was. But then again, he also knew how to make past security and walk into your dorm building as if he belonged there. You guessed that it was one of the perks of working at the closest bar on campus. 

“She keeps rejecting my screenplay.” you huffed. “And it's not like she’s giving me good criticism either, she just told me my dialog lacks realism, but gave me no tip on how to get better at it.” 

“Oof, that’s not good.” 

“Quite the opposite.” 

“Why don’t you ask professor Min to take a look at it?” the teasing tone wasn’t lost on you, nor was the wiggle of his brows. “Or are you too busy fuck–” 

You threw the bright pink flamingo at him, missing his head by a lot but effectively shutting him up. 

“I could, but he isn’t talking to me.” 

“Oh, honey, that bad?!” 

“Shut up, I told you I was great. I did that thing you taught me and everything.” you waved the air for him to focus on the real problem. “I guess on top of being a shitty screenplay writer, now I have to worry about losing the extra credit from the monitoring program.” 

“And missing the best dick you ever had in your life–” 

“Why do I tell you shit if you’re just gonna use it against me?” 

“Good question, I have no idea.” Jimin teased, scooting to the edge of your small bed. “Let's forget about that shrew and your secret lover and get you ready okay? The best way to forget a good dick is hop on another one.” 

“Shrew? Are you the literature student or am I?” you had to laugh. 

“I, for one, think your screenplays are superb.” 

MARCH 19TH | 20:09

“Wow, you’re really trying to get drunk tonight.” Yoongi said with slight amusement as Hoseok got back to their table, four shots of tequila and two glasses of Whiskey precariously balanced on his hands. 

“Well, we are celebrating.” the already loud man spoke even louder. “The first five chapters were approved, now you only have to worry about the rest of your book.” 

That made Yoongi scoff. Of course his best friend would use any excuse to spend his not-so-hardworking-money on overpriced drinks. At least it meant he could drink for free for the rest of the evening. 

Now, Yoongi wasn’t cheap by any means, and he wasn’t struggling to get by. But Yoongi had plans for his future, so he didn’t like to go around throwing his money; unlike the man sitting across from him in the fancy pub. 

It wasn’t always that he allowed himself to be dragged away from his home on a weekend, but he needed a distraction. He needed to see new people, and he needed to drink. This past week had been a little busier than usual, and he was working on his novel on top of his classes. 

There were less pricey and closer pubs he could have gone to, but he found that the further away from campus he went, the lower were the chances of running into any students. Yoongi was someone who liked to keep his private endeavors and his professional life separate. It was already hard to keep his authority figure when he was so young –something he struggled with when starting to lecture– he didn’t need his students to think he was one of them if they saw him drinking at a bar.

“Yeah, well, I need to relax, so I’d appreciate it if we didn’t talk about the book tonight.” Yoongi threw his first shot back, priding himself in not even flinching. 

Hoseok, however, scrunched up his entire face, going in for the second shot right after: “You couldn’t afford my after hours fee anyways, hyung.” 

“So much for the best friend discount.” Yoongi grimaced.

“Don’t play that card, if anything you should pay me more to support my business.” 

“As if you needed that business to support your lifestyle.” Yoongi laughed with a scrunched forehead, downing his second shot as he looked around the pub. 

“It’s not just my lifestyle I’m supporting and you know that.” the man pointed out with a flourish and a wave.

Groaning, Yoongi followed up: “Hobah, don’t tell me you’re looking for a sugar baby again.” 

“I’m never looking for one, but if I see a pretty thing with expensive taste, I’m going to want to spoil them.” 

Hoseok came from a family of old money, which meant he had more than he knew what to do with. Pairing it with his successful business and his outgoing nature, Yoongi’s best friend liked to indulge in certain activities that he himself couldn’t afford –and wasn’t particularly interested in–. And finding men and women to spoil for a week in exchange of sex wasn’t beneath Hoseok. 

“So, how was she?” Hoseok asked, leaning back against his chair and spreading his legs as he got comfortable. 

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on don't give me that, I haven't seen you in a week, but I doubt you had many fucking sessions in your car.” he clarified with a tease. “Or anywhere else for that matter.” 

“I take offense to that.” Yoongi squinted his eyes, twirling the amber liquid in his cup before bringing it to his lips. 

“Hyung, we can do this all night. I wanna know about the student you fucked in your car? How was she?”

“Fucking hell, would you mind your tone?” Yoongi hissed, looking around in alarm. 

“It's not like anyone from your job comes here anyway, and if she's not a minor–” Hoseok’s laugh was cut short as he leaned over the table to whisper: “She's not a minor right?”

“Fuck off, you know I dont mess with that.”

“Right, right. Just saying. They are getting into university younger and younger these days.”

Yoongi could try to stall, change the subject as many times as he wanted and Hoseok would still find a way to tear the information out of him. He couldn’t help his curious nature and he was right; this was one of the most exciting things that happened to Yoongi in a while. 

“Well, no. She's perfectly legal. And the sex was fine.”

Hobi’s laugh was a little weaker, now that his face turned flushed from the alcohol: “Fine? You couldn’t keep up, could you?”

“I was hanging by a fucking threat. And I'm not even old!” Yoongi admitted, and the thought of you on his lap came back like a slap in the face. He tried to push the image away all week, and he did a good job too, at least until this point. 

“Damn. Maybe we should go back to the gym.” Hoseok’s laugh was a little high pitched, followed by a tiny hiccup. 

“Already renewed my membership.”

Once again, Hobi laughed, almost finishing his Whiskey in one go. “So when are you seeing her again?”

“I mean, she is my student.”

“You know that's not what I mean.”

“I can't see her again.” he pressed. “She is my student.”

“Keep repeating that, hyung, if you do it enough times you might believe it.”

Damn Hoseok and knowing Yoongi so well. 

Truth was, Yoongi was dying to see you again. In the biblical sense of the word. As much as he tried, he couldn’t forget how soft your thighs were under his fingertips, or your lips kissing his neck, or the way your fingers tangled on his hair and you weren’t afraid to pull. But he just couldn’t. Not without risking people finding out, and not without risking you getting attached. 

He had never hooked up with someone so much younger than him, so he was afraid you might take things the wrong way. You might expect things he wasn’t ready to give you, to give anybody. And he was terribly scared of things turning on him. 

In this day and age, especially in a country like South Korea, Yoongi could end up in jail if you accused him of anything he didn’t do. 

“Well, I guess I just found my meal for the night.” Hoseok announced, sitting up straighter. 

“Fucks sake, don’t talk like that.” Yoongi groaned yet again, whispering as an afterthought: “Why am I even friends with you?” 

“You love me, hyung. Couldn’t live without me.” 

He did have a point, but Yoongi loved his best friend less and less each day. 

“Damn, look at him.” Hoseok’s posture changed. His face relaxed into a lazy grin, eyes turning darker as he stared as whoever it was that just walked in. 

“Looks like he could drain your bank account, I’m sure.” 

Curiosity got the best of Yoongi as he looked over his shoulder to follow Hoseok’s line of sight. His best friend had a type, so it was easy to find the blonde man in question; looking like an angel, perfectly ruinable with a devilish glint behind his small eyes and clearly expensive clothing. 

“Shit, he’s with someone already.” Hoseok was saying as Yoongi waited for the person holding the blonde man’s hand to move from behind him. “But then again, I could go for her, too.” 

Yoongi’s throat felt like he just swallowed a cotton ball, seeing you walking past patrons who clearly took an interest in you and your friend. 

Beauty loves company, indeed. 

He hadn’t seen you in a week, going out of his way to ask Chan to come help with his class twice in a row –when you always did a much better job than the guy–, so it was easy to pretend you weren’t so beautiful. To make his brain believe you weren’t so cute and that your lips weren’t so full, and you couldn’t possibly feel so tight around–

But seeing you again, so unexpectedly, and dressed in that, made his brain short circuit. The lilac skirt matched the top perfectly, both hugging your curves, sitting snug against the plump of your ass and framing your breasts nicely. The small strip of skin between the top and the bottom was mouth watering. It was clear that Yoongi’s internal denial-driven speech was bullshit. 

Yoongi didn’t really know what he was expecting to happen once you noticed him sitting there, with parted lips and a dumbfounded expression on his face. Would you come over and say hi? It was the polite thing to do, since you were his student and his assistant. 

His own brain was dealing with a severe case of whiplash as he could swear that minutes ago all he wanted was to keep his distance from you, to forget anything that ever happened in his car and the anxiety that was screaming at him to push you away in self preservation. 

But now that you were in front of him, pretty as ever, all he wanted was for you to come over, ask to sit at his table, offer him company. 

Of course none of that happened, you didn’t even offer him a smile when your eyes crossed. If anything you pressed closer to the blonde guy, whispering something in his ear; enough to awaken his own curiosity. 

Blonde Guy looked over at their table, gaze landing on Yoongi, impassive eyes telling him absolutely nothing, and then flickered to Hoseok. It was there that his attention stayed for a beat too long, before turning to you again and pulling you to a table far away from theirs. 

“What was that?” Hoseok was asking Yoongi, having caught up to everything by now. 

“That–” Yoongi picked up his drink again, speaking behind the glass. “Is Yn.”

“No shit?!” the other man’s face contorted in delight. “That’s perfect. Let’s go say hi and you can introduce me to her friend.” 

“We’re not moving.” Yoongi said sternly, trying to ignore the fact you just sat down directly across from him, a few many tables away. “Maybe they are on a date.” 

“Does it bother you if they are?” 

MARCH 19TH | 20:43

“This is just my fucking luck.” you said, taking a long sip of your drink. “I thought the point of coming here was to not run into any fuckboys from uni.”

“Uh, it is. And I still don’t see any fuckboy, stop shitting, you know you love this pub.” Jimin laughed cutely, pinching your thigh under the table. “But if you’re still that uncomfortable just let me find someone to pay for our tab and we can go somewhere else.” 

“I’m not uncomfortable, Minie, it’s fine. I’m ignoring him.” you shrugged. 

“Sure you are.”

You’ve been at the pub for twenty minutes now and your eyes already crossed with Professor Min’s five times. You didn’t want to look at him but it was stronger than you at this point. He was pretty much sitting across from you, with his stupid long hair and a silly button down, black, silk shirt that looked amazing on him. The buttons on his chest were fighting for dear life and you were weak. 

At least you were weak for him. 

During your conversation with Jimin this afternoon, you had told him all about Yoongi changing the monitoring schedule so you didn’t need to help with his class this week and he so graciously explained to you the concept of ghosting. You knew all about it in theory, but the professor didn’t seem like the type to fuck and duck. 

And you really didn’t expect him to mix things up and punish your academic records because of what happened between you last saturday. You weren’t expecting a proposal, much less a repeat. But you were really disappointed that he was keeping you away from your extra credits. 

“At least I know he’s alive.” you mumbled. 

“Yes, and you keep checking his liveliness every five minutes.” 

Twirling your straw around your drink, the clinking of the ice mixing with the loud ambient noise, you pouted. “Why is he so hot, Minie?” 

“Because God has favorites.” your friend laughed. “If I’m being honest, I thought you were lying about how good he looks.” 

“And now?” 

“Now I wouldn’t mind a quickie in the back seat either.”

“Thank you!” you giggled at the exaggerated wiggle of his brows. “Maybe you’ll have more luck than I did, since you don’t go to SNU you don’t have anything to lose.” 

“Nah, don’t think he swings for my team. And he can’t take his eyes off you either.” Jimin pointed out, and you wished he was joking. But you did notice it, you did catch him staring at your legs, and five minutes ago you had laughed particularly hard at something Jimin said and you caught him looking at you again and smiling too. 

You needed him to stop giving you mixed signals. 

“Besides,” Jimin started again. “I already got my eyes on his friend.”

“Ohmygod! He is so your type, isn’t he?” with furtive giggles, you grabbed Jimin by the arm, coming closer to him to whisper: “Are you going to?” 

“I want to, but I’m not leaving you alone.” he told you and it made you coo. “So if you could please just find some company too, so I can go–”

“Aigooo, just get out of here. I’m sure someone will come keep me company when they see I’m alone.” you rolled your eyes, waving him off at once. 

“Okay, but I’m not leaving the pub without you.” he promised, offering you his pinky. 

You linked yours with his, squeezing it twice before watching Jimin get up and walk to the bar at the side of the room. His warm drink was left behind, all part of a plan to get the attention he wanted. It was always fun to watch Jimin in action and you could learn a thing or two from him. 

Park Jimin was someone who demanded attention, no matter where he went. And he didn’t even have to try hard. All he did was sit his pretty and expensive ass on the tall bench by the bar and wait. Not two minutes later you watched as Professor Min’s friend got up and followed after him. 

You were laughing to yourself, watching as the man pretended to order something at the bar, pretending not to notice your friend. As if they hadn’t been eye fucking each other since the moment you walked in. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you guessed that introductions were made and the man moved to sit on the bench closer to Jimin. 

“Hey.” 

No matter how loud it was around you, you’d recognize that voice. Yoongi was standing in front of your table, next to Jimin’s empty seat. He had a drink in his hand, so you guessed he was waiting for an invitation to sit down. 

“Evening, Professor Min.” you arched an eyebrow, challenging him to correct you, bringing your straw to your red painted lips. 

“I don’t think our friends are coming back.” he stated the obvious, looking at the bar where Jimin and his friend were talking. “Can I sit with you?” 

You nodded and he did, keeping the chair a respectful distance from yours. 

The tension tonight was much different than it was last week, neither of you really talking for a while. And you hated it. Talking to Yoongi was always easy; even if you never talked about anything other than work, school and books. The subjects aways flew by and more often than not you were late for your afternoon classes after getting caught up with Yoongi after class.

But you just couldn’t pretend you weren’t upset about him ignoring you. 

Something he must have picked up on as he said:

“I never do that.”

“Ghost a girl after fucking in your car?”

The sip of the drink he was nursing must’ve gone down the wrong pipe as he coughed. “I mean, I don’t do that either, but I meant being with a student.” he clarified. 

“I figured that much. You don't seem like that kind of guy.” you told him quietly, biting on your straw to distract yourself.

“Just wanted to let you know. In case you think I was using you.” Yoongi continued and you couldn’t help but be slightly endeared by it. An after effect of your drink, no doubt. 

“I didn’t think that.”

He nodded slowly, looking at you, but you weren’t looking at him. Yoongi wanted you to look at him. 

“I guess what I’m trying to say is, I don’t know how to act now.” his admittance would not have been made possible without the previous shots that were now swimming in his stomach. 

It was worth it, though, when you finally looked at him, finishing the last sip of your drink. You looked a little troubled, but your eyes were still sincere. 

“You don’t have to act any differently than before, Yoongi.” your soft sigh made him feel small, as if he had disappointed you somehow. As if you were the older one and he was a scolded child. “I wasn’t expecting anything from you. Nothing besides what I already did. Like coming to your classes and doing my job.”

“Yeah, that was… Not cool of me.”

Yoongi felt ashamed to admit –even to himself– that he was the one clearly making a big deal of things, not you. He was an overthinker at heart, and this, even sitting on a bar with you, could bring him a lot of trouble. But he shouldn’t have judged you when he didn’t even really know you. 

And God, he shouldn’t want to know you. 

But he did. 

Because not only did he have an admiration for you from a teacher/student point of view –you were the best at his class, and the best at all your classes from what he heard from his peers–, but there was just something about you. 

Yoongi wanted to know what made you laugh, and he wanted to know what made you mad. He wanted to know what you were drinking and if he could taste it on your lips. 

Yoongi knew he was fucked because he wasn’t a people person. It took a lot of him to want to make new friends, to let people see who he was besides his books and it took a lot of energy to keep up a conversation. But you weren’t a complete stranger at this point, so he guessed it made things easier. 

Except there was nothing about this that was easy. 

“I don't do that either.” you said in your own attempt to make things okay again. 

“Fuck in a car?” 

You hesitated with a giggle. “You'd be surprised. I just mean… Not with a professor.”

“So you're saying you're not attracted to professor Choi?” 

“Ew, no! Just attracted to you.”

It wasn’t missed on Yoongi how you spoke in the present tense, not past. And that might be the writer in him, but it made all the difference. 

Feeling a little lighter, the anxiety going away the more you talked, Yoongi finished his own drink, placing his empty cup next to yours. 

“Can I buy you another drink?”

“I mean, I was promised dinner, but I guess it will do.” you nodded, sitting a little closer to him as you leaned ever so slightly on the arm of the chair. “You can put it on our tab, I’m pretty sure your friend will pay for it.”

“Guess you’re right." 

Yoongi looked up to the bar and let out a small whistle, enough to grab the attention of his friend. Then he held up both his and your empty glasses in a way of asking for new ones. The guy seemed to understand, and Jimin definitely did, telling him the name of your drink. 

"Is he the friend you told me about?" You asked as his attention got back to you.

"Hoseok? Ah, yeah. Best friend, editor, depends on the day.” he sighed, resting an arm on top of the table. “And yours?" 

"That’s Jimin. He’s sweeter than he looks." you mused. 

"Mhm. Looks can be deceiving like that."

"What is that supposed to mean?" you were trying to stay mad, voice a little high pitched, and it made Yoongi chuckle. 

"I’m just saying you’re not always as sweet as you look." 

"Aw, you don't think I’m sweet, Yoongi?" you leaned into his space, a small pout on your lips as your hand landed on his arm, dragging your nails over the exposed skin where his sleeves had been rolled up. 

"Not all the time." his gaze was still on your pouty lips.

"Is that a problem?"

"No."

Yes, it was a big fucking problem because it made him lose a few screws and want to act on his desires and chuck responsibilities out the window. 

He was saved by the waiter coming over with the ordered drinks, so he had to pull away from you and your intoxicating perfume so the liquor could be placed between you. A new double shot of whiskey for him and whatever the hell it was that you were drinking. 

"What’s that anyway?" he asked as you sipped on the new drink. "It looks like milk."

"Wanna try?"

You gave him an excited smile and brought the straw to his lips. Yoongi would drink poison if you offered him with those eyes. 

And the poison might not taste as bad as this. 

"Oh no, what is this?" 

Yoongi was cute when disgusted, you decided. His button nose was all scrunched and his upper lip was pulled up. 

"It’s soju! With Yakult and Sprite." you shrugged, drinking a long sip to show him you actually liked the drink. 

"That’s disgusting." he complained as if heavily offended. 

"You really have no taste, do you?" 

His amused scoff was also cute and you took too long staring at his bottom lip to notice it had a little bit of your lipstick on. Looking at your smudged straw, you knew how it ended up there. 

"Come here a sec." 

"Hm?" 

Yoongi turned to you and you touched the side of his face, thumb dragging over his bottom lip to clean up the red stain. You froze in place as the tip of his tongue licked the pad of your finger. 

His eyes widened as if he just realized what he'd done, cheeks turning pink with embarrassment and pulling away from you to wipe the tip of his nose and clear his throat. 

“Sorry, you had something there.” you giggled and he wanted to die. 

While never feeling so alive. 

"It's okay." you told him quietly. 

There was something priceless about making a man like Yoongi fluster. It evened up the playing field a little more, since you were used to being the one growing a little silly whenever he made it to class on a good hair day –which was everyday– or when he forgot his contact lenses and had to wear his goddamn thick frame glasses. 

"There you guys are!" Yoongi's friend, Hoseok, stood in front of your table, with Jimin perched on his side; hand on the small of your best friend's back to keep him close. 

"Where would we be–" Yoongi was in the middle of a scoff. 

"We wanna get out of here, my place isn't that far and the drinks are way better." 

As the man spoke, you looked to your friend, a silent conversation going on between the two of you. His earlier promise coming back to the front of your mind.  

You and Jimin had a pact. You’d never leave the other behind if you were alone. And Yoongi wasn’t a stranger, but he also wasn’t part of your friend group, so Jimin wasn’t about to leave you there with him. And you were much less agreeable to letting him go off into the sunset with a real stranger. 

But one look into his glossy eyes and red bottom lip told you he wanted to go with Hoseok, so you had to compromise. 

“That could be fun.” you were agreeing, looking at Yoongi expectantly. 

“You wanna go there too?” the professor asked you. 

“Will you come?” 

MARCH 19TH | 22:16

Hoseok’s two story Itaewon house was exactly as you expected it to be. You were only around the man for the fifteen minute cab ride to his place and you could already tell how eccentric he was. 

The walls were covered in colorful paintings, there were art pieces and KAWS dolls of every shape and color strategically placed under light spots, a bright red couch smack dab in the middle of the living room and in front of a flat screen TV. The rug under the couch was in a cow print and it should not work, but somehow it did. 

Absolutely everything around was designer branded, which was something you knew your best friend appreciated very much. 

In fact, Hoseok was Jimin’s perfect type. From his oversized clothes that played with a little bit of transparency on the top, to the way he held himself with such confidence, owning any room he walked into. You couldn’t really see how this colorful man was best friends with Yoongi –who practically only wore black and white–, so you knew there was more than meets the eye when it came to Jung Hoseok. 

You were asked to take your shoes off by the door and got offered optional slippers that came in little individual packs; hotel style. The host for the evening led you to the living room, walking straight to the bar area in the corner, with so many bottles you believed what he meant about the drinks being better here. 

You were a little overwhelmed by the opulence of it all, falling behind while your friend excitedly pointed out all of the different drinks he could make with all of that alcohol. You can take the bartender out of the bar, but not the bar out of the bartender. 

“What’s your poison, cute thing?” Hoseok was asking you as he walked behind the small bar to produce four glasses. 

“I think I’m done with alcohol for tonight.” you said with a slightly awkward laugh. “But thank you.” 

“No fun.” Jimin pouted, but a second later he was leaning in to order his own drink. 

“There’s Sprite in the kitchen.” Yoongi was still standing by your side, fingers barely brushing on the back of your arm to get your attention. “I can show you where.” 

A simple nod was enough for him and maybe you were imagining things, but you could swear you saw his fingers twitching. You wondered if he wanted to hold your wrist, or your hand, as he showed you the way to the kitchen. 

You fell into easy steps after the professor, nor Hoseok or Jimin really minding your absence, clearly too preoccupied with each other to even notice you were slipping out of the living room. 

“Oh my god, why is everything here so big?” you were even more impressed about the kitchen than you were about the living room. 

“Don’t let him hear you say that, it will only stroke his ego.” Yoongi chuckled, walking to the fridge as if he’d been here infinite times before. “And he’ll probably make a dick joke.” 

“Oh? Well founded?” 

Yoongi held the fridge door open to look at you over his shoulder with a little unimpressed look that made you giggle. 

“You’ve seen bigger.” he grumbled under his breath and you laughed harder. 

You leaned over the white marble island, resting your elbows on the cold stone, as you watched Yoongi grab a can of the lemon soda you liked so much; going as far as pulling up the tab to open it and pouring the transparent liquid onto a fancy glass.  

“How do you know Hoseok’s size?” you teased, receiving the glass he pushed towards you after leaning on the kitchen island across from you. 

Yoongi rolled his pretty dark eyes, but still amused you with an answer: “We used to play basketball together in college.” 

“Was the sport already invented back then?”

Yoongi bit his lip to stop a laugh, trying to seem mad or offended. You smiled so bright, showing your teeth, he couldn’t hold back much longer. 

“And old age joke? Really?” Yoongi chuckled, finally, letting his shoulders shake. “Isn’t it past your bedtime?” 

“You really gotta work on your comebacks, Yoon.” you giggled. 

You didn’t seem to catch onto what –Yoongi assumed– was a slip of the tongue. But the nickname, falling so naturally from your pretty lips, as you giggled adorably, made his insides churn. Good thing he stopped drinking alcohol too. 

He did not need his inhibitions lowered while alone in a room with you. 

Yoongi also appreciated how you were able to joke around with him, seemingly forgetting the whole ignoring you because he didn’t know how to act fiasco. But he still had something he wanted to let off his chest. 

“Yn.” the way he spoke your name made a little shock wave run through your veins. “I realize I never really apologized for… ignoring you. So, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Yoongi. We’re good now, right?” you took a new sip of your drink, holding the cup between your two hands as you placed it back down on the island. 

“Yeah, I guess we are.”

“Does that mean I get to come back to your class next week?”

“Please.” Yoongi seemed a lot more relaxed now, rolling his neck to let the rest of the stiffness go, but it only reminded you of what it felt like to kiss it. “Chan is actually really disorganized and he flirts with the students too much. It’s distracting.”

“Yeah, because your students aren't distracted enough by you, Professor Min?” you challenged.

“I mean, not all of them.” his shoulders lifted and dropped. 

“But most of them?”

He shrugged again. “I don’t really care about that.”

“Because you would never hook up with a student, right?”

You teased, realizing then how your hands were so close to his on the marble top. There were really thin hairs on his fingers, you noted, and his nails were perfectly filed and taken care of and that was so attractive to you.  It was as if your finger had a mind of its own as your pointer dragged over his pale knuckles.

“Not unless they are you.” Yoongi finally said, his own fingers flexing as if in an invitation for you to continue your subtle touches. 

It was ridiculous the way his words and small actions set butterflies amok in your stomach. “Guess Chan isn’t the only one flirting, then.”

“Does it bother you?”

You shook your head as you said what he should already know: “Of course not.”

You did, however, push away from the marble and walk out of the kitchen. You wanted to check up on your friend, while also letting Yoongi watch you walk away. 

If only Jimin and Hoseok were anywhere to be found. 

You could faintly hear steps coming from upstairs and the distinctive sound of a door being pushed closed. 

“First impressions may fool you, but Hobah is a good guy.” Yoongi assured you, standing next to you. 

“Mm. It’s not Hoseok-ssi I’m worried about.” 

“Fair enough.” 

“I guess we wait for them?” 

You turned toward the man, holding his wrist to pull him to the couch with you as you walked backwards. 

“They might… Take a while.” 

“Do you have anywhere better to be?” 

Yoongi shook his head, not able to pick a single place that could be better than this tacky red couch with you. 

You sat down first, after a miscalculation of your steps, plopping down with a thud and a laugh. If the glass you were still holding was full, it would have spilled. You even let out a tiny oops that was cuter than it should have been. 

Yoongi sat down after you, calculating in his overcrowded brain if he should keep a distance from you. You had just walked out on him just a minute ago and he didn’t exactly know where you stood right now.

But you interrupted his overthinking by scooting closer until there was barely a palm of distance between your thighs; a fact he very much noticed when looking at the way your lilac skirt slipped just a little shorter up your leg. You didn’t mind it, clearly, merely leaning forward to rest your cup on the center table. 

“So how’s the novel going?” 

“It’s–” Yoongi took a short breath, leaning back against the couch and spreading his legs in search of comfort. It wasn’t his fault if his thigh pressed to yours. “Well, it’s going.” 

“That’s a good sign.” 

“Hm. Your pointers really helped a lot, actually.” he admitted, turning in time to watch your face light up. 

“Really?” 

“You can ask Hoseok. The five chapters were approved.” 

“I’ll take your word for it.” you pushed your hair away from your neck as you sat slightly to the side, knee knocking on his. “Maybe I should be an editor too, instead of writing my own stuff.” 

The snort that came out of Yoongi was a little embarrassing, but it was justifiable: “Your stuff is great, Yn. I still have the file for your end of semester project you wrote last year.”

“That’s different, it was just a short story. It’s not what I want to do as a career.” you chuckled, but it was hiding something. 

“And what is it you want to do?” he wanted to know. 

You thought about it for a while. Were you really about to tell him what you were interested in? What if he thought it was silly? What if he didn’t think you’d be good at it? Professor Cho already did. 

“I want to write screenplays.” you admitted.

“For movies?” 

You shook your head with a little bite to your lips. “TV dramas.” 

“That sounds great, actually. You’re obviously very young, so you shouldn’t be stuck with one thing yet. But I think you’d do really well.” Yoongi encouraged, making you smile. 

“Thank you, Yoongi.” 

He answered you with a tight lip smile and a small nod. 

“My hyung is a kdrama actor.” he was saying as you picked up your lukewarm drink to have a taste. “You know Kim Seokjin?” 

“What the f–” you almost choked on the drink, turning to Yoongi with wide eyes. “The Kim Seokjin? Worldwide Handsome guy?” 

“No one actually calls him that.” he rolled his eyes. “But yeah. He’s my cousin.” 

“Dammit, I can’t believe I’m into the wrong cousin.” 

Yoongi let out a scoff, followed by a double take and the arch of an eyebrow. 

“You’re into me?” he asked.

“I thought that was obvious.” 

“Still nice to hear.” 

“Are you into me?”

There was a pregnant pause before Yoongi answered you. As you were bracing yourself for the rejection, for him to tell you it really was a one time thing and the advances he’d been making tonight were all in your head, he said:

“Been thinking about kissing you all fucking night.” 

The tension that grew between the two of you was thick and surprisingly familiar. There was a fluttering in the pit of your stomach at his words, your heart picked up its pace as you and Yoongi had a staring match. 

“Why didn’t you?” 

If Yoongi had any reason not to kiss you tonight, he couldn't think of a single one right now.

You looked so kissable with whatever was left of your red lipstick smeared on your plump lips, reminding him of a sweet berry. 

For once the little voice in his head wasn't telling him to run, but to move closer and to taste your lips; maybe the weird drink you were nursing at the pub would taste better on your tongue. 

And move closer he did, leaning in the few inches left between the two of you. 

Yoongi’s hand was gentle when holding the back of your neck to keep you in place so his lips could press against yours. It was just a small touch and you were already breathing deeply. 

Your hands rested on his hard chest, squeezing his shirt as you felt his tongue licking between your lips, making you part them so his tongue could slip into your mouth. You welcomed it eagerly, chasing it with your own as you tipped your head to the side so you could deepen the kiss. 

Kissing Yoongi was an otherworldly experience and you didn't think you could ever get tired of it. 

And you told him that last part, in a hushed confession against his slightly swollen lips, feeling his smirk growing with every word. 

Yoongi searched for your lips again, tongue pushing against yours as your little hums and groans mixed together. Your hand slipped into his hair, nails scraping on his scalp lightly, making him part the kiss to suck on your bottom lip. You moaned, a little dizzy. When his free hand touched your hip, you started leaning back on the sofa and Yoongi followed you willingly. 

You laid back with your head on a cushion and Yoongi on top of you. You parted your legs for his body to slot in between, feeling all kinds of silly with the way the man was looking at you from above. His long hair was a mess, soft strands pointing to all directions, some covering his eyes until you pushed them back.  

“You’re so fucking pretty.” he said, stealing the words from your lips. 

You laughed, suddenly a little shy, turning your face away from him when his eyes became too deep and you were scared of drowning. Never one to miss an opportunity, Yoongi leaned down to kiss the column of your throat; wet lips and tongue covering your skin is little bites and sucks, searching for that sweet little spot that made you go a little crazy. 

“Fuck, Yoongi–” you mewled when he kissed and sucked right under your ear, hips pressing up and rocking against his. 

The man grunted against your skin as you rolled your hips into his, biting harder as you searched for more friction, rubbing your clothed core on his prominent bulge. Your hand that wasn’t tangled in his hair slipped down his torso and between your bodies so you could palm his erection, making him hiss as you squeezed. 

“You said they might take a while?” you were asking as you palmed him over his pants. 

“Mhm.” 

“You promised me something for next time.” you pointed out as he rolled his hips on your palm. 

“You don’t actually want me to buy you dinner right now?”

You laughed, shaking your head, removing your hand from his hair and his cock so you could push him away by his shoulders and trade places. Yoongi was adorably confused and slightly baffled that you might want to stop this right now. 

Once you laid him on your previous spot and straddled his hips, however, he was back to being all dark and hooded eyes and glossy lips. 

“Will you let me suck you off this time?” you didn’t really let him answer your question, lips sucking his bottom one as he growled. “That a yes?” 

“Yes–”

His consent came in the form of a hiss as you pressed harder against the erection poking the inside of your thigh. 

“Wanna see you too.” quick fingers made work of the first few buttons of his shirt, making you excited for every new inch of pale skin you uncovered. 

Seemingly just now remembering you were in the middle of his best friend’s living room, Yoongi softly held onto your wrists and looked around: “Wait, here?” 

“Is that a problem?” you paused, letting him go over the situation in his head. “Trust me, Jimin won’t let your friend leave while he’s still breathing.” 

His hold on your wrist weakened and he seemed to relax, letting you continue to open his shirt. You leaned down when you were sure Yoongi didn’t feel weird about this, and he still wanted you as much as you wanted him. 

Your lips touched his chest, making your way down as you kissed every new patch of soft skin you revealed with each pop of a button. When you got to the last one, you pushed his shirt open and sat back to admire him. 

Yoongi most definitely wasn’t ripped, no six pack on sight, but he was lean, and he did have strong lines and muscles, especially on his chest and shoulders. His waist was beautifully sculpted and even his belly button was sexy to you, with a fine happy trail getting lost inside his pants. 

As your hands got busy with pulling open his pants, you were kissing the trail, teeth nipping at the lower part of his stomach, all while Yoongi watched you with sharp cat eyes. 

“Don’t tease.” he asked as his hips lifted for you to pull his pants down his narrow hips. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” you smiled back. 

To pinpoint your words, you sat on your knees between his legs, palming him over his black boxers. Yoongi’s complaint died on his tongue as your hand squeezed his base, moving to trace the outline of his bulge, then returning to press against his balls. The man under you grew squirmy, beautiful fingers slotting between the couch cushions to squeeze it. 

“Baby, please–” 

You wondered if Yoongi knew the power that pet name had over you every time he used it. And that you’d do anything he asked of you if he used it in that whiny tone. 

“Yeah?” you still teased, thumb running over the wet spot of precum staining his underwear. 

“Be good.” he wanted to have sounded a little more stern, you were sure. “Want your mouth.” 

You could have teased him some more, but Yoongi didn’t seem like the kind of man who would forget all that teasing and you didn’t want it to come back to bite you in the ass later. So you did what he asked, and you did what you wanted, and pulled his underwear down at once. 

You already knew Yoongi was big, you had felt the stretch and you felt the soreness for two days after your first encounter. But you hadn’t seen him properly that night in the backseat of his car. 

Yoongi was beautiful all over. 

You most definitely could not say you had seen many pretty cocks in your life, and Yoongi’s absolutely took the crown. He was long and thick, with a pretty, smooth head that was the same color as his lips. There were pretty veins running along it and his pubic hair was well kept and trimmed short. 

You couldn’t wait for it to tickle your nose. 

“You’re drooling.” his cockyness sent a pool of arousal between your legs. 

“Hm, not yet. But I will be.” 

The man arched an eyebrow, challenging, and you held him up and towards your face. You leaned down over him, your free hand resting on his thigh as you licked a stripe from his base and all the way up, mouthing and licking at the underside of his head. Yoongi hissed and groaned in pleasure, eyes closing almost completely as he pulled another cushion to prop his head up and he could watch you through half lidded eyes. 

No precum in the world would be able to cover all of him so you sucked on your tongue and puckered your lips to let your spit dribble down his cock, spreading it with your hand so you could work him in jerking motions. 

“Put it in your mouth, baby.” 

Maybe he did know what the word did to you, and you obeyed immediately. You opened your mouth and brought his cockhead to your tongue, pressing him on it, making it wetter than it already was. When your lips wrapped around him and you sucked in your cheeks, Yoongi full on moaned, hips trembling as if it was taking everything in him not to snap it up and fuck your throat. 

You have his tip a lot of attention, hollowing your cheeks, swirling your tongue around it, all while your hand stroked the rest of his length. Breathing through your nose, you took more and more of his cock into your mouth, head bobbing up and down slowly. 

“Fuck, that’s it.” his head fell back, neck beautifully elongated for your viewing pleasure. “Just a little more, that’s it– oh, shit.” 

You sunk down enough for the tip of his dick to brush against the back of your throat. The more you forced your jaw to relax and the deeper you pushed him, the more saliva dribbled down on him from the corners of your lips. 

Pulling off of him with a loud pop, you spit the excess gathered in your mouth, using it to make the up and down slide a little faster. Yoongi was panting hard, chest and neck flushed and red. 

“How much does Hoseok-ssi like this couch?” you asked with kisses peppered on his lower stomach as your wrist squeezed and twisted under his head. 

“He can– fuck! Just buy– baby, jesus…” 

Yoongi was feeling so good he couldn’t even finish his own sentence. He couldn’t think of anything other than the mess you were making of him, and the slick slide up and down that grew faster the more he pulsed against your palm. And his brain completely quit when you took him into your mouth again, bobbing in sync with your hand, pushing more and more of him down your throat. 

And Yoongi had gotten plenty of okay blow jobs in his life, and few really good ones. But it was you he would picture in his long showers from now on. He doubted he’d ever get anything this good ever again. 

“Choke around it, baby, wanna hear you gag.” 

“Make me.” 

Yoongi looked at you in disbelief, really to call you a petulant brat. But you weren’t telling him off, you were pleading with him to make you choke on his cock, which was almost dangerously enough for him to want to cum on the spot. 

Your pretty eyes were glossy with tears from the efforts you were making, lips red and swollen from working so hard on sucking him off, chin covered in your spit and his own bitter precum. 

“You sure?” 

“Very sure, Yoon.” 

Your voice sounded weird to your own ears, you might not be able to talk tomorrow, but you’d be damned if you didn’t let Min Yoongi use your throat however he wanted. You took his hand and brought it to the back of your head, bracing yourself on his thighs as you relaxed your jaw and sent him a little wink of confirmation that you were ready for him. 

“Deep breaths through your nose, pretty girl.” he told you and you obeyed, his hold tightening around your hair. “That’s it, open wide for me.” 

“Mhmm–”

Yoongi’s hips snapped up at once, without warning, making you gag around him, just like he wanted you to. 

“If you can still speak, you’re not full enough.” 

Your nails sunk in on his thighs by reflex, making him hiss out anything but a complaint. You relaxed as much as you could, allowing the man to control your head movements as he dragged his cock in and out of your mouth, the head pushing to the back of your throat and rubbing the inside of your cheek while he chased his high. 

Although he was fucking your mouth, Yoongi was careful with the way he moved, never wanting to hurt you or push you too much. You were still learning each other’s limits, had never really had a conversation about what either of you were into or against. But somehow it still worked, whatever this two time thing was. 

You could read the little spasms Yoongi’s body was doing, the way his chest heaved and he fought for air, harder than you did, even as you had your mouth full and had to remember to breathe through your nose. His release was so close you could literally taste it. 

“Fuck, can’t hold back, need to cum.” 

Yoongi sounded as though he was admitting defeat, which would have made you laugh if your mouth was free. Taking advantage of a sloppy thrust that made his cock slip from your lips, you took it in your hands again. 

“Want your cum, Yoongi.” you told him through wet lashes and red cheeks. “Will you give it to me, hm?” 

“Fucking hell–!” 

You opened your mouth, tongue out, eyes half closed. One of your hands jerked him off as the other slipped a little south to play with his balls, finding them tense on your palm. Yoongi’s release came paired with a low growl that tore through his throat. Thick, white ribbons shot from his, now angry red, tip hitting your tongue, lips and cheek. 

Yoongi was still panting as you showed off the way you swallowed his release, licking your lips and wiping your cheek with your thumb and sucking it into your mouth, not wasting a single drop. 

“You– ugh.”

This time you giggled, sitting on your crossed ankles as you watched him with an innocent blink of your teary eyes. 

“Me?” you pressed, watching him sit up and hold your face by your aching jaw. 

“You’re insane, you know that?” Yoongi confessed as he licked the corner of your mouth and nipped your bottom lip. 

“I hope that’s a good thing.” 

Yoongi’s mouth opened as if he was about to say something else, but the sound of a door opening upstairs made the both of you scramble. Yoongi rushed to pull his pants and underwear up while you worked on wiping your face from tears and whatever else you could find and pull your skirt to its original place. 

The man behind you was a little delirious as he laughed and tried to close his buttons in time, as if one look at you wouldn’t let your friends know just exactly what was going on. His chuckling was contagious, however, and you found yourself giggling along. 

“Hey, Yn, we can go–” Jimin was calling you, but paused dead in his tracks as he saw your state. “Oh my.”

“What’s all this laughter–” Hoseok was right after him, hitting the two of you with knowing eyes and a side smirk directed to his friend. 

It was comical the way the four of you stared at each other. Hoseok and Jimin weren’t doing much better; clothes crumpled and untucked, hair a mess, lips swollen. Not to mention the state of Hoseok’s neck, all covered in purple bruises that he wore proudly. 

The honk of a car outside made you walk to Jimin and ignore the perceptive stare of Hoseok. Yoongi was walking behind you, as his friend pointed out:

“Missed a few buttons there, hyung.” 

“Yeah, shut up.” 

Both men followed you and Jimin to the door, where you both put your shoes on and you grabbed your purse. Yoongi made the move to put his own shoes on, but his friend stopped him, telling him he should stay the night because they had a lot to talk about. 

And you didn’t think it was about Yoongi’s book. 

“It was lovely to meet you, Hoseok-ssi.” you bowed to the owner of the house. 

“Let's hang out more next time, yeah?” his heart-shaped smile was easy and pretty, you could see why Jimin took an instant liking to the man. 

You nodded while Jimin walked up to the man, delivering a smack right on his lips, shocking the man for a second too long. Your best friend was giggling and pulling you away before he could react and before you could even say anything to Yoongi, having to settle for a wave before getting inside your ride. 

Jimin invited you to sleep over at his place, because you, too, had a lot to talk about. And as much as you were tired, you would never deny a good sleep over. 

One hour later and you were laying on his double bed, wearing an oversized t-shirt with the print of a sunflower that you were sure belonged to Namjoon at some point, having already caught him up about what happened between you and Yoongi on Hoseok’s couch. 

“You never ask people to let you give them blow jobs, I’m impressed.” Jimin said as he placed a moisturizing face mask over his skin; never one to  miss his skincare routine. “You must really like this man.” 

“What was your first clue?” you bit back a smile, hugging a pillow to your chest. “What about Hoseok?”

“I liked him too.” 

“Did he ask for your number?” 

“Yes he did.” Jimin threw his head back so the sheet wouldn’t slip from his face, but you could still see the evil glint in his eyes. “But I didn’t give it to him.” 

“Wait, you said you liked him–” 

“It’s all part of a plan, babe. Don’t you worry.” 

You had been friends with Jimin long enough to know he knew what he was doing. As the blonde boy walked into his bathroom to finish getting ready for bed, you turned to the side to plug your phone to the charger, finding the little balloon of an unopened message.

Professor Min [01:06]: Did you make it home okay? ;]

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Oh, Darling! | MYG | Three

Pair: Professor!Yoongi  x Student!Reader 

Summary: Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you've held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?

Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, university au.

Chapter Warnings: Smut. Jealous and oblivious Yoongi. I forgot Yoongi had a tattoo in this story, so I was surprised with the placement o.o 

WC: 10k 

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MARCH 22ND | 08:57

You hadn’t seen Yoongi again ever since you left Hoseok’s house last Sunday morning, but you did text him more than you ever had before. It still wasn’t saying much, since the man didn’t really seem fond of texting in the first place, but he still checked in on you, asked your opinion about something for his novel, and asked you to come over to help with his class on Tuesday. 

If only that was enough to quiet your anxieties about being in front of him again. 

You didn’t know if things would be awkward, how you’d both react to being together at the university after all that’s happened these past couple of weeks. Which is why your initial plan was to come in twenty minutes early, with the excuse of helping him set up for the lecture and you’d have time to talk to him in the privacy of his empty classroom. 

That plan was damped, of course, by your ride. 

Since you didn’t have a car, nor did you know how to drive either, you depended on Jungkook to drive you this morning. He was taking that class with Professor Min, and he never denied driving you anywhere you needed to go. But your cousin had the terrible habit of always being late. And, even though you could just walk to campus, it had been raining ever since last night, with no signs of stopping any time soon. 

It was the perfect weather for sleeping in, according to your lovely dongsaeng, who decided to slumber a little more than he should, despite your nagging and heavy banging on his door. 

By the time you made it into class, you had three minutes to spare and a good chunk of students were already inside and taking their seats, waiting for the clock to turn to nine o’clock and the lecture was set to start. 

“Good morning, Professor Min.” you greeted the man as soon as you walked up to his desk in the front of the classroom. 

“‘Morning, Miss Yn.” 

Maybe being late was a blessing in disguise afterall. 

Yoongi always looked really good any time of the day, everyday. But this morning there was something more there. His black dress shirt was a little tighter than usual, sitting snug against his biceps; the sleeves were already rolled up to his elbows, showing off his veiny arms. His long hair was styled away from his face and out of his forehead, pushed back and gelled on one side. 

His pretty eyes were hidden behind the black frame glasses you liked so much. 

“You’re wearing your glasses–” you mentioned dumbly, hands holding onto the strap of your backpack. 

“Ah, yeah, I woke up a little late today, so I didn’t have time to put my contacts on.” Yoongi avoided your eyes, scratching the tip of his nose with the back of his finger. 

It didn’t make much sense to you, how he had time to style his hair like that, shower and get ready to look like this and not have thirty seconds to put in his contact lenses. But then again, you weren’t complaining. 

“Good morning, professor!” the chirpy voice of Ari made you walk a little more to the side so she could talk directly to the man. “Hi, Yn-ssi.” 

You gave her a small smile, moving to your tiny desk near the windows. It was practically beside Yoongi’s, so you could still have easy access to it, but far away enough so you wouldn’t be in the way of anything. Just like his, your desk faced rows upon rows of students, instead of the white board. 

You distracted yourself by taking your notebook out of your backpack, as well as your favorite pen. But you couldn’t stop yourself from listening to the conversation between Yoongi and Ari. 

“Oh, professor, I brought more of the apple and cinnamon cookies you liked.” the girl was saying as she opened her purse to retrieve a small plastic container with said cookies, placing it on top of Yoongi’s desk. “It’s the same one I baked for integration week.” 

“Ah, thank you. How much do I owe you?” Yoongi started pulling out his wallet from his back pocket, making the girl panic. 

“No, no, no! These– Uh, they are a gift! No need to pay me!” 

“In that case, thank you, Miss Ari.” 

It was a little endearing to you how Yoongi could be so oblivious about people flirting with him in every class. You were used to watching this kind of thing happening on the regular, so you didn’t even bat an eye anymore. 

Not that you could blame Ari, or her group of friends waiting for her to sit with them so they could giggle and fan themselves with their books. Yoongi was gorgeous, sweet and smart. You had flirted with him during your first semester too, and –again–, he didn’t notice it. To the point you gave up on it until a few weeks ago, when he started flirting with you too. 

“Y– Miss Yn, will you do the report for me today, please?” Yoongi was asking you as he prepared to start his class. 

“Of course, professor.” 

You rushed to his desk to pick up the book you were supposed to add today’s class report to. It was pretty simple, you just had to write down all the activities done and the subject the professor taught today, barely taking you ten minutes to write it all down. Most days Yoongi did it himself, taking the ten minutes at the end of the class to do it, but whenever he was too busy, he asked you to do it. 

The class was split into two halves: First, Yoongi would go over the reading list, answer any student’s questions about the previous class, then start the new subject. You had heard all of that before, when you took this class last semester, but the professor always had interesting things to add, so you always had more to learn. 

Not only was he great at explaining all of the nuances of korean literature, focusing on modern twists, his voice was so deep and raspy, and he had a way of pronouncing some words a certain way and– 

Your phone started buzzing on the pocket of your pants, breaking whatever trance you were in. 

Gguk [09:35]: Noona, you’re drooling. 

You [09:35]: Stop watching me and pay attention to class!! 

Gguk [09:36]: You’re paying attention enough for the both of us 🥴

“No phone during class, please.” Yoongi’s voice boomed and made you slip your phone between your legs, scared he might be scolding you. 

But he was still looking at the students, his back turned to you. 

The second half of the class was one that allowed the students to work on their assignments, as well as catch up on the papers they needed to read for the upcoming events and ask questions about things they still didn't quite grasp. 

That's where you came in. 

As much as Yoongi explained the subjects and gave instructions for the assignments really well, the students seemed to like asking you for help. And you were kind enough to sit with whoever asked for a little bit of time with you, so you could tutor them in whatever they needed. 

You had been making your rounds through the lecture room for the past twenty minutes when you seemed to grow a second shadow. 

“Come on, noona, me next!” Jungkook was begging you with a whine. 

He looked like a lost puppy, tail between his legs and droopy ears. You weren’t mean enough to the point of not helping him with the assignment he had to hand in at the end of the class, but you were making him squirm a little, as your revenge for saying you were drooling over Professor Min. 

You were. 

But he didn’t have the right to call you out on it when he drooled over Park Jimin every time he saw him. 

“Don’t make me tell uncle–” 

“Jesus christ, okay, no need to tell my dad!” you turned around so fast you almost collided with your cousin. “Let’s go to your table, go on.”

“Yes! You’re the best!” 

“I’m not answering it for you, I’m just helping.” 

MARCH 22ND | 11:09

Yoongi never knew himself to be a jealous person. His last relationship had ended years ago and people are supposed to grow with time and not regress, so he didn't know where he could possibly have picked up the green little bug that was bothering right now. 

It's not even as if you were in a relationship to begin with, which made the bitterness in his stomach even less justified. 

He tried focusing on his job, he really did. But his eyes just seemed to find you, no matter where you were in the classroom. 

Yoongi liked how you shared your time between all of the students equally, helping them as much as you could. You were so smart and most of the time you didn’t even even realize it. 

It was nice to hear your answers to the questions his students asked, to see your point of view in the subjects he was teaching. And you were so kind too, going over something as many times as you needed to, with patience and calm, to make sure even the slowest students got it.

And then again, there were those students who didn’t seem to leave you alone. 

Like Jeon Jungkook. 

The professor never had anything against the guy, so he didn’t understand why he kept catching himself scowling at the kid every time you touched his arm or leaned in too close. 

Yoongi scoffed quietly, sitting alone by his desk, the laptop he should be focusing on ignored in front of him. Since when was he threatened by another guy? He was pretty sure this never happened before and he didn’t know if this was about you or about his own insecurities making him see things that shouldn’t even be there in the first place. 

Was he getting attached to you already? 

Or were the many tattoos, piercings and muscles the kid was sporting that made Yoongi second guess himself? 

If that’s the kind of guy you were into, Yoongi didn’t stand a chance. 

Did he even want a chance? 

“You’re overthinking.” your sweet voice brought him out of his reverie, the lines on his forehead dissipating. You were standing in front of him as the many students started to filter out of the classroom. 

“Is it eleven already?” Yoongi blinked, searching for the clock at the bottom half of his computer. “Wait, how do you know I was–”

“You have a face.” 

“A face?” 

You hummed, frowning and crunching your nose, eyes flickering from one side to another as you mimicked what he supposedly looked like. But he doubted he looked that cute. 

“Bye, noona. Text me if you need a ride later.” Jungkook was saying as he walked past you and the professor. “See you next class, seonsaeng-nim.”

“Don’t forget to study chapter three, there will be a quiz–” 

Yoongi told him and the rest of the students that were still inside the classroom, only now standing up to say goodbye and receive the assignments his students needed to hand in. You had most of them collected already, but people like Ari and her little clique always liked to hand deliver them to the professor themselves. 

Everyday after classes, you would move a little slower, stall a little longer, just so you could stay in Yoongi’s dizzying presence a little more, something the man clearly noticed today. As the last student left the room, he closed the door behind them; something Yoongi rarely ever did, which sent a jolt of excitement through you. 

When he joined you by his desk again, you didn’t expect that to be the first thing to come out of his mouth:

“So, you and Jungkook-ssi.”

“Ah, yeah, he’s a little annoying but he means well.” you chuckled, holding back a roll of your eyes.

“Is that your type?” Yoongi was trying really hard to keep an impassive stance, to feign nonchalance. 

“Huh?”

“Jungkook. With the tattoos and all the muscles–”

“Oh my god.” your laugh made his cheeks burn and his heart pick up its pace in shame.

“That was weird right?” the man started to panic, only now realizing how he sounded. His small laugh was awkward as he tried to fix it: “Sorry, I don't mean anything by that, you can hook up with whoever–”

“Yoongi, let me stop you right there. Jungkook is my cousin.”

You were biting your lip to stifle a new laugh, but Yoongi couldn’t hold his gaze there for long. In fact, he couldn’t even look at you. There were similarities to you and the boy, now that he thought about it; the same round eyes, a similar shape to your lips. But while the guy was tall and buff, you were delicate and pretty. And you didn’t have the same last name, but that was easily explainable too. 

“Oh. Ohhh. Uhm.” 

“So, no, not my type. At all.” you pointed out and Yoongi felt silly.

Yoongi must’ve been scrunching up his face again, regretting everything he ever said because now he looked like a fool. A jealous fool. He didn't even know why he was so bothered by Jungkook, it’s not like you owed him anything even if the dongsaeng wasn’t related to you. 

Maybe if he repeated it one more time he might believe it.

“I thought you knew my type by now.” you started again in an attempt to pull the man back to reality and out of his head. 

“Hm?”

“You know the kind.” you shrugged, looking for his eyes with yours. “Smart, nice, funny, gentle.”

“Gentle–”

“And you know I like them a little older, and Gguk is a year younger than me, so even if we weren't related–”

“Do I interrupt?”

Both you and Yoongi jumped at the new voice. 

Professor Cho was already inside the room by the time you noticed her; slick red hair combed out of her face and tied in a low bun. She was far away enough for you to believe she probably didn’t hear what you were saying and you hoped you didn’t look suspicious.

“Afternoon, professor Cho.” you bowed to the woman in respect. “I was about to go to your class, just helping the professor  finish off the report.”

“Ah, yes, I always leave it for the last minute and Miss Yn was kind enough to help me.” Yoongi went along with it, even though the report had been done an hour ago. “I’m sorry for holding her hostage.”

“It’s alright, the class is not starting yet. I was even wondering if you’d like to have lunch before? Or after?” the woman waved the air with one hand while using the other to lean over Yoongi’s table and personal space. 

Since she obviously wasn’t here for you, and the subject they were talking about didn’t concern you, you kept your head down and fiddled with the assignments the students had worked on today, categorizing them alphabetically. 

“I actually have lunch plans…” Yoongi looked at the Rolex on his wrist, a gift from Hoseok, you were sure. “Oh, I'm afraid I’m already going to be late.”

“Ah, a shame. Maybe next time.” the woman fake pouted and her voice sounded much too whiny for a lunch between work colleagues. 

Much like Ari, the woman was blatantly flirting with Yoongi and it was going right over his head, which made you want to laugh but you bit your tongue.

“Sure. Oh, since you’re here, let me just–”

Yoongi excused himself for a moment, walking to the row of cabinets at the side of the room, unlocking it with the passcode and looking for something. 

“Working hard on the assistant program, I see.” Professor Cho said, making you look at her and not Yoongi’s broad back. 

You hummed an agreement. “The extra credits are really important–”

“Maybe if you spent a little more time on your screenplay and less on trivial things, it would start to look a little better.”

You took a sharp breath, not expecting her words to sting as much as they did. It wasn’t news to you that the professor was rough and that she criticized her students more than she praised them. Namjoon seemed to be a big fan of hers, always telling you that that’s how she showed appreciation, that’s how you knew she saw something in you. But tough love wasn’t your favorite style of teaching. 

Especially not when she had dozens of bad words to talk about your screenplay and not one of them seemed to be constructive criticism. 

Yoongi came back to the table with a book in his hands, handing it over to the woman. You could recognize the cover, it was one of Yoongi’s textbooks; you had the same one in your shelf at your dorm. The redhead took it with a little squeal, opening it instantly to flip through the pages. 

“No autograph?” she pouted again, making the man chuckle lightly. 

“I didn’t think you’d like me to sign it.” 

“Well, of course I do!” 

When her shrieks became too much for you, you walked away from them and towards your small desk to gather your things. If you weren’t looking forward to leaving this classroom before, now you really dreaded the idea of spending the next two hours in Professor Cho’s class. 

Skipping it was always an option, but something told you it would only give the woman more things to use against you. 

After Yoongi reluctantly signed the copy of the book for the woman, he walked her out of the room and you couldn’t hear what they were speaking about, neither did you want to. 

Going over every flaw of your screenplay in your head was much too distracting for you to focus on anything else. Which is why you jumped a bit when Yoongi’s hand touched your arm, once he was back and close to you again. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked you in a soft voice.

“What do you mean?” 

He looked at you as if trying to say you didn’t fool him. His next statement made you laugh: “You have a face.” 

“That’s my ‘my screenplay sucks and I don’t know what to do with my life if I don’t make it better’ face.”

“I’m sure it doesn’t suck.” he insisted.

“How would you know?” 

“I know because you’re incapable of sucking.” 

Not the best choice of words from a literature professor, but it made you giggle. 

“Now I’m offended, Professor Min, I thought you liked it.” your innuendo was clear in your words and Yoongi’s face flushed in a second, pretty cat eyes squinting as if trying to say he was attempting to be serious. 

“I can take a look at your screenplay if you’d like,” he offered. 

“Would you?” you perked up at that.

“Of course.” he nodded and scratched the back of his neck. “You can just come over tomorrow after class and I’ll read it for you.” 

“To your place?”

“We can stay in my office if you’re more comfortable with that–”

“I’m fine with going to your place.” 

MARCH 23RD | 19:18

Professor Min’s apartment wasn’t so close to campus for you to worry about being seen by peers or faculty, but it also wasn’t far away enough to make you take two buses or the subway. 

The rain that had been barely flooding half of Seoul ever since the start of the week was still very much there, only stopping for a couple hours at a time, which meant you were a little past the time Yoongi told you to come over when you knocked on his door.

You had just texted him once you made it to the building and he buzzed you in, telling you to come up to the second floor. D2 was his apartment number, fairly easy to find once you left the elevator. 

“Hi.” you greeted him once the door was unlocked and opened, slightly shy. 

One thing was to be in his car, at a bar, his office, or even his best friend’s house. But to be in his home like this made you a little nervous. It felt too intimate, too personal. Yoongi was inviting you into his private life, into the space where he kept his things, where he lived. 

“Come on in. Did you find the building okay?” he wanted to know, maybe as nervous as you.

“Yeah, there’s a bus stop right down the street from here.” 

“Aigo, you took a bus in the rain?” Yoongi’s eyes had a flash of worry in them, as if just now remembering you didn’t drive. “I could have picked you up.” 

“It’s okay, Yoongi. You’re already doing me the favor of looking over my screenplay.” 

“That’s hardly a sacrifice.”

As you took your shoes off by the door and Yoongi helped you out of your jacket and backpack, there was a slight awkwardness between you. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but this was clearly a first for the both of you. And you didn’t really know what you and Yoongi had at this point, or even if it was something at all. Should you kiss him hello? Give him a hug? Bow in respect? Stand in his hallway while you gawk at his form? 

At this point you wanted to do all of the above. 

You had never seen Yoongi so casual, always in button downs, blazers and tailored pants. But tonight he was wearing a gray, oversized, Fear Of God shirt, with comfortable, black, cotton pants. His long hair was wet and pushed back and he smelled good. Clearly just out of the shower, you could smell the soft hints of a floral soap and coconut shampoo. 

At least you weren’t the only one dressed casually, in your dark jeans and navy blue, long sleeve shirt. 

He signaled for you to walk deeper into the apartment and you rose on your toes to leave a small kiss on his face. You aimed for his cheek, but his slight movement made you hit the corner of his lips instead. Your cheeks were tainted pink as you walked in, turning your back on the man and missing his own blushing. 

Yoongi cleared his throat as he walked after you, indicating for you to take a left, and said:

“Are you hungry?” 

“I haven’t eaten yet.” you nodded. 

“Good, dinner is almost ready.” he stated easily.

“You cooked?!” 

“I owed you dinner, didn’t I?”

As soon as you stepped into the open plan kitchen, the smell of homemade food hit your nose and you could have moaned right there. You could see a stainless steel stock pot on the stove and Yoongi walked up to it. You watched as he turned the heat to low and lifted the glass lid, using a wooden spoon to stir the contents. 

“Is there anything you can’t do?” you asked as you eyed the boiling stew, making him chuckle. 

“You’d be surprised.” Yoongi scooped some of the broth with the wooden spoon and blew on it until he deemed it cool enough, offering you a taste. “What do you think?” 

Tasting Yoongi’s stew was a heavenly experience. It was full of flavor, not too spicy, and felt like a warm hug on a rainy day. You gave him a thumbs up and he smiled enough for you to see his gums and your heart did a thing. 

Coming here tonight, you fully expected to have your work scrutinized, maybe he’d say he agreed with Professor Cho and that you should find another field to work on once you graduated. 

And yet, you were being received with a nice, homemade meal and a domesticity you weren’t expecting. 

It wasn’t really fair what this man was doing to your heart. Mixed signals and doubts aside, this setting made you wish you could have more. Made you crave this as your future. 

But maybe it was the romantic idealist in you. 

“Do you need any help?” you offered, deciding that staring at the man wouldn’t do you any better. 

“Plates are on the top shelf in that cabinet, can you grab two?” 

“Sure.” 

Looking around, there wasn’t much you could do to help. All of the dishes and cutlery Yoongi had used to cook the stew were already washed and set aside to dry, and the kitchen was spotless; no splatters, no crumbs. Yoongi was clearly a lot more organized than you imagined –not that you ever imagined him cooking– and it was so damn attractive to you. 

“Are these ones okay?” you were asking and Yoongi looked over his shoulder and nodded. 

There was something surprisingly nice about seeing you moving around in his kitchen, picking up two bowls and bringing it back to him. It was something so simple, but something Yoongi clearly missed. He was a home body at heart, much preferring staying inside over going out into the busy city where there were other people. He was used to hosting dinners for his friends and whenever family came to visit, but he always hated when anyone came into his kitchen. 

That was his space, he had a way of liking things done; something he picked up from his mother, he was sure. But he didn’t mind you. It felt comfortable to have you there, wanting to help him, excited about the food he cooked. 

Yoongi served the two bowls you gave him, filling yours with more pieces of meat, and he didn’t even need to ask you to bring them to the small dinner table at the corner. While you settled to wait for him, Yoongi grabbed the wine bottle from the fridge and brought it to the table along with two round glasses.

“I think you can pair stew with straight Cabernet, but sometimes blends are more fun.” Yoongi was saying as he served a glass and handed it over to you. “This one is a blend of Merlot and Syrah red grapes.”

“I have no idea what you just said, but you’re so hot right now.” 

Yoongi laughed as he sat in front of you, shoulders shaking, the gravelly tone of it making you warm all over. 

You didn’t know the first thing about wine, much more used to the cheap concoctions you’d get at the university pubs –mostly the ones created by Jimin–, but the alcohol Yoongi offered you did taste good, and it seemed to match perfectly with the delicious stew he cooked. 

The rain had started to pick up outside again, the noise of the drops hitting the windows around you wasn’t too loud, but added to the coziness. The lights in the kitchen and living room were a warm yellow that just added to the coziness. 

“I’d ask for the recipe, but I can’t cook to save my life.” you admitted after swallowing another spoonful. 

“Really?” that seemed to amuse Yoongi. 

“Well, I can cook a mean Shin Ramyun.” you shrugged. “And my second date pancakes are to die for.” 

“What are second date pancakes?” he asked with a crooked brow. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you giggled behind the wine glass as you took another sip. “Where did you learn how to cook like this anyway?” 

Yoongi finished chewing before answering you: “We have a family restaurant back in Daegu, so I guess I just grew up in the kitchen.” 

“Is that where you’re from?” you asked and he nodded. “When did you come to Seoul?” 

“I came here to study when I was eighteen. Wasn’t smart enough to be accepted into SNU though, so I went to a smaller university.” he told you as you nodded to show him you were paying attention. 

“That’s where you met Hoseok?” 

“Mhm.” 

“And you played basketball together?” 

That subject seemed to excite Yoongi. He told you about playing in the shooting guard position ever since he was in high school and how he wished he still had time to play nowadays. Yoongi said his eomma still held onto his medals and trophies, as well as many albums with photos from his competitions. 

The plan was to play professionally one day, but a shoulder injury caused by a car accident prevented him from furthering a career. Yoongi told you that he had a surgery done on his shoulder a couple years ago, to finally fix the problem, but it was too late to get back to playing seriously at that point, and his plans had changed a long time ago. 

“So your dream was to be a teacher, after you couldn’t play anymore?” 

Yoongi shook his head, slurping on the rest of his stew. “I don’t think I ever planned on being a teacher, it’s just something that happened. I also don’t think I have a dream.” 

“Of course you have a dream! Everybody has one.” 

“Not me. I’m not that ambitious.” 

Your outraged gasp made him laugh as the professor got up from his chair to bring the empty dishes to the sink. You followed suit, bringing the glasses and your insistence. 

“Everyone has a dream, Yoongi. What’s one thing you really want to do?” 

“I’m fine with just living comfortably.” he shrugged again, starting to wet the bowls under the sink. “And I have that.” 

“There’s a difference between settling and being comfortable.” 

“It’s okay, Yn, I’m fine like this.” 

You didn’t want to push him, or cross any lines you weren’t supposed to, but you didn’t understand how someone could live without a dream. Without that thing in the back of your mind, giving you the push you needed to try harder and to achieve your goals. So as you stood beside Yoongi, rinsing the soapy dishes after he cleaned them, you asked: 

“Amuse me. If you could do anything in the world, what would it be?”

“I’d like to be king.” 

“Yoongi.” 

“Or maybe a badass rapper–” 

“Okay, nevermind.” 

One look at your pretty face, all scrunched up and with a pout threatening your lips, Yoongi realized you were actually serious about this. And it’s not like he never entertained the idea of changing his life or trying something else, but his job at the university was secure, it paid the bills and it allowed him to save up for his future. 

But the idea of upsetting you, even by something so silly, made him open up and accept his own vulnerability as he said: 

“I would like to be a writer.” 

“Well, good thing you already are.” you grumbled. 

Yoongi turned the faucet off after you were done with the dishes from dinner, handing you a tea towel for you to dry your hands with. He turned his body towards you and let out a small sigh. 

“I mean be a full time writer.” he said. “I would like to make a living out of it, not having to stress about deadlines and how to split my time between teaching, grading papers, planning assignments and writing my books.” 

MARCH 23RD | 21:36

You never thought sitting on a couch with Yoongi could be so damn nerve wracking. 

For the past thirty minutes he’d been reading your screenplay, with his reading glasses over focused eyes and a stoic expression that gave you absolutely nothing. Surely the fifty pages wouldn’t take someone as practiced as him so long to read. 

Each time he flipped a page, your heart would skip a beat, so much so you stopped watching him as you noticed him to be almost done. 

The screenplay in his hands wasn’t your proudest project by any means, it was the final assignment for Professor Cho’s class, and the one the woman hated more each time you made the changes she asked for. You had the whole semester to work on a short movie screenplay, and while your classmates seemed to be almost done with theirs, the professor never approved of yours. 

You were starting to think either A) The professor really didn’t like you, or B) You really were that bad at writing a screenplay. 

“Who did all of these corrections in red?” Yoongi asked you as he reached the last page. 

“Uh– that’s the last version of it, so the corrections are from professor Cho–” you panicked, picking up your phone from your pocket. “If it’s hard to read I can email you the original draft–” 

“No, that’s not– Reading it wasn’t a problem. But I don’t agree with half of what she wrote here.” the professor said as he flipped through the script again, stopping when the red ink notes were too long. “I can see what she means by too much description, because it’s not your job to set the scene so perfectly. This almost feels like a novel, and that’s not a bad thing. But your dialogue is great, and not on a level you would expect of a student so young.”

“So… What you’re saying is it doesn’t completely suck?” 

Yoongi chuckled, forehead un-creasing as he sat back to rest against the couch. “Hardly. I found it really good. You really set up the twist at the end beautifully, it caught me completely by surprise.” 

You let out a breath of relief, offering him a small thankful smile. 

“How did you come up with this? A North Korean defector falling in love with an idol?” 

“It sounds weird, but it works, right?” you grinned. 

“I thought she was a mermaid half of the time–” 

“A friend of mine said the same thing.” you laughed a little harder, shaking your head. “Thank you for reading it, Yoon. And for dinner and everything.”

“You help me all the time, it’s the least I can do.” he let you take your screenplay back and store it inside a folder and slip it into your backpack. “Let me know when you finish writing it, I really want to know how it ends.” 

“I’ll let you know once I figure it out.” 

The rain outside had picked up quite a bit, so you were thankful for Yoongi not making any moves for you to leave yet, even if he was already done with the reason that brought you to his home in the first place. And it’s not like you were anxious to leave his presence yet either. 

You were sitting sideways on the couch, facing the man, with your legs in a criss-cross manner, when you leaned over the center table to pick up your second apple and cinnamon cookie of the night. 

“You were right, these are really good.” you told him after a bite. 

“Hm. Makes me a bit awkward, though. Miss Ari-ssi never lets me pay for them.” 

Your laugh was a little incredulous and made him look at you funny. “You really have no idea, do you?” 

“What about?”

“Ari doesn’t want money in exchange for these.” you wiggled your eyebrows, hoping he’d pick up what you were putting down. 

“A higher grade? If that’s the case, she should bake you some too, because you always help her with the assignments–” 

“Yoongi.” 

The man looked at you then, eyes flitting to your lips for a second, then finding your eyes again. You ignored the warmth it sent through you. 

“Ari’s way of flirting with you is by giving you baked goods.” 

“No it’s not, her friends are always giving me stuff too–”

“You are so cute.” you giggled, pushing the last chunk of the cookie past your lips. “Her friends flirt with you too.” 

Yoongi scoffed, not believing your words. He looked so confused, lips forming a thin line that was so characteristically him. You wanted to bite his dumpling cheeks but stopped yourself. 

“You flirt with me and you never gave me things like that.” his justification made you laugh and scoot a little closer to him on the couch. 

“I just told you, I can’t cook for shit.” you pointed out. “But there are other things I can give you.” 

You loved how the atmosphere between you and Yoongi could change like the click of a switch. One minute you were teasing him and laughing and the next minute the living room was filled with a nice tension that brought butterflies to your stomach. 

“Yeah?” he asked lowly, having no trouble understanding what you meant now. 

“Mhmm.”

You leaned in a little more, licking your lips as you watched his reactions carefully. Yoongi stared at your lips, his own parting unconsciously to lick in between, eyes low and dark. 

“Show me.” 

And show him you did, climbing onto his lap a second later, legs on each side of his hips. There was no uncertainty in the way you sat over his legs, nor the manner in which his hands rested on your thighs, with a light squeeze that let you know he was as comfortable with this as you were. 

Your hands rested on his shoulders as you closed the distance between your faces, but instead of touching his lips with yours, you kissed his jaw. Your mouth traced it with gentle kisses, leaving a path to his ear. Yoongi wasn’t wearing his earrings tonight, which was a shame, but you still licked around his lobe and still gave it a little suck, letting it go when you heard him groaning under you. 

Continuing with your kisses, your lips pressed against a pulse point on his neck, feeling him shudder under you. Yoongi could most likely feel your smirk against his skin as you kissed and licked his warm skin, one of your hands slipping to the back of his neck so you could scratch it with your nails. 

Yoongi was really easy to read, becoming more vocal each time you did anything together, and you loved to learn things about him. Like the way he liked when you pulled on his hair, which is why you hadn’t done it yet, or how he always growled when you left bites to his neck. Your teeth scraped on his skin, you heard his little gasp, and you went back to kissing it instead. 

“You’re driving me crazy here.” he admitted with a little pained chuckle. 

“Hm? Do you not like my kisses?” 

You sat back, staring at his pretty face and glossy eyes hidden behind his glasses. Min Yoongi looked so fucking sexy in glasses. 

“I love your kisses, baby.” the pet name, delivered in such a low tone and scratchy voice, sent a pool of arousal between your legs. “Why don’t you come here and kiss me for real? Hm?” 

Reacting to that was a little hard when one of Yoongi’s hands left your thigh to drag up your front, up your stomach, between your breasts, and rest on your collarbones. 

“Cat got your tongue?” 

You might read Yoongi well, too well from where he was concerned, but Yoongi could see right through you as well. He felt your breath hitch as the tips of his fingers touched the base of your neck, he watched as your lips parted in heavy pants and your eyes became blown out. 

“Where’s all the teasing now, pretty?” 

Yoongi cocked his head, one corner of his lips lifting in a smirk that made your thighs try to close on him. His hand inched up just a little more, wrapping around your throat and you mewled, turning putty in his hold. He tightened the press of his fingers on the sides of your neck, using his hold to pull you closer to him. 

Your lips parted pathetically fast, but Yoongi held you where he wanted you; close enough for your breaths to mingle, but not enough for your mouths to touch. His hold on your throat lessened just enough for your blood flow not to be cut off completely, and then he’d press again for the fog taking over your brain not to go too far. 

“Yoongi, please–” you whined in a meek little voice that made his dick twitch inside his pants. 

“You’re always teasing me, but can’t take it when I do the same to you, huh?” 

Yoongi let go of your neck to hold your jaw, pressing on your cheeks to part your lips a little more, forcing you to pout and roll your eyes. Both of your hands rested on his stomach, so you could tell his breathing was as labored as yours. The man pulled you close again, the tip of his tongue following the shape of your upper lip, then your bottom lip. 

Your hips were starting to rock as you tried to get some form of relief, but his hand on your thigh squeezed enough to hurt and make you stop. 

“Get up.” 

“What–” you were about to panic again, eyes filling with tears as you thought he was about to send you home now. 

The professor cooed, letting go of your face and taking pity on your desperation. When he spoke again his voice was softer, but his words still had too much power: 

“It’s about time I fuck you on a bed, baby.” he explained. “Gonna take my time with you tonight.” 

“Fuck, okay.” you nodded quickly, scrambling up and off his legs. 

You were still a little dizzy, fumbling with your own two feet as you stood up. Yoongi chuckled with an endeared smile and followed up to circle your waist with a strong arm, helping you find balance on his firm body.

“You okay, pretty girl?”

“Mmm. Just want you.” 

Yoongi’s smile was the last thing you saw before his free hand held your face and his lips finally pressed against yours. You were so happy to feel his lips on you again, after so many days that might as well be weeks, that you moaned and parted your lips, pushing your tongue past his and taking what you wanted. 

The man squeezed your ass with the hand that was keeping you close to him and automatically pressed you harder into him, letting you feel his erection press against your stomach. As his tongue licked yours and his head tipped deeper to one side, allowing him to explore even more of your mouth, both of your hands made their way to his cock. 

“Baby, I mean what I said.” he warned you with a bite to your bottom lip. “Let me take you to my bedroom.” 

“Kay.” 

Both arms circled his neck and shoulders and you jumped to link your legs around his waist, so he’d carry you wherever he wanted. Yoongi let out a small huff, but held you up with both arms under your ass. 

“My girl is so spoiled, she can’t even walk, huh?” 

“Nop.” you shook your head, hips trying to move the longer he took to start walking. 

Thankfully you were too horny and too foggy-brained to pick up on the implications of his words; your heart was too fragile to really focus on being his girl right now. 

The walk to Yoongi’s bedroom was quick and next thing you knew your back was hitting his mattress and Yoongi was laying on top of you and between your legs. He kissed you again as soon as it was safe to do, mouth attacking yours in a sloppy kiss that went straight to your pussy. The man’s hands were roaming your body, squeezing your curves and one of them slipped under your shirt to cup one of your breasts. 

You moaned into his mouth as he pinched your nipple over the soft lace of your bra. 

“Take my shirt off–” you whined, suddenly feeling too hot in your long sleeves. 

“What makes you think you’re in a position to make demands, baby?” Yoongi laughed darkly, lifting his body from yours to look at your face. 

You pouted, taking his glasses from his face as it started to slip off his button nose. You almost wished you didn’t, since he looked even more feral without them. 

“Not making demands, Yoon.” you batted your eyes innocently. “‘m wearing something nice underneath. Picked it for you.” 

“Is that so?” his eyebrows arched as he sat back against his knees, studying you. “Let’s see it then.”

You lifted your shirt the rest of the way, pulling it over your head with a woosh. The piece of blue fabric hit the floor, and something else from his night stand on its way down, but he was too preoccupied with eating you up to really care. Yoongi was crazy about your tits, naturally soft, round, mouth watering and the perfect size for him to enjoy. And tonight they were dressed in his favorite color, a black lace piece so delicate it looked like it was about to tear. The fabric was mesh and practically transparent, covered in tiny white flowers that made it look cute. 

“So pretty, baby.” he was saying from between your legs, one of his hands tracing your navel. “Does it match?” 

“Mhmm.” 

You nodded cutely, hands already moving to undo the button and zipper of your pants. You pushed it off your hips and down your legs, lifting both of them up in the air with a giggle as you fumbled to pull off the fabric. Yoongi watched you with a smile on his face and a hand on his cock, which was mindfuck enough. 

When your legs made it down again, around the man’s body, he touched your thighs and watched your full form once again. The panties matched the top in color, fabric and details, leaving little to the imagination. You looked a little shy under his gaze, teeth worrying your bottom lip as you waited for a reaction. 

As if the tent on his pants wasn’t enough. 

“So fucking pretty.” he said and you smiled. 

“All for you!” 

“Thank you, baby.” 

Yoongi leaned down once again, kissing just under your belly button and moving up. He kept true to his words of taking his time with you, taking forever to kiss your stomach, your ribs and your middle, only then reaching your breasts. The man brought your nipple to his mouth, sucking on it over the thin material of your bra. It was scratchy on your skin and you were sensitive, moaning the more he suckled. 

After repeating the same slow sucking on your other breast, his hand slipped to your back so he could unhook your bra with skilled fingers. You helped him rid you of your top, leaving you half naked in front of him. Yoongi’s mouth latched to your skin as soon as you were bare, all teeth and tongue as he kissed and squeezed your chest. 

You pulled his own shirt off his torso, messing up his long hair in the process. Yoongi didn’t let you gawk his naked top half for long, however, as his kisses made it down your body. Shivers were left in his path and you arched your back as he laid between your legs. 

“Yoongi–”

“I’m here, baby.” the man parted your legs a little more, so his wide shoulders could fit between them. Yoongi kissed the inside of your thigh as his hand cupped your clothed core. 

“No one ever, uh– I haven’t been–” your stuttering made you feel even more embarrassed and you didn’t even know why you were telling Yoongi that in the first place. “Sorry.” 

“What are you sorry for, hm? If no one ever ate you out it’s their loss.” his hand pressed a little more to your pussy and you found the pressure on your clit to be relaxing and tensing at the same time. “I’m dying to have a taste, I can already feel how wet you are. Will you let me?” 

“Yes, okay–” 

You were nodding as Yoongi removed your underwear and threw it over his shoulder, widening your legs again as soon as it was off. You never had a boyfriend, and all of your one night stands and sneaky links were always more preoccupied with their own pleasure instead of yours. You never minded it too much, being someone who likes to please. But it did make you really excited that Yoongi wanted to go down on you. 

“You really are all pretty, aren’t you?”

“Hajima–” your complaint died on your tongue as Yoongi’s mouth went to your pussy. “Shit!”

Yoongi hummed in delight as his tongue pushed between your wet lips, licking you up and down slowly and carefully, exploring all of you as if trying to commit it to memory. Your hand slipped into his hair quickly as he suckled and drank all you were giving him. 

You were already aroused before, and how that you could feel his wet tongue, hear his little hums and grunts, you were growing dizzy again, needing to ground yourself somehow. And pulling on Yoongi’s hair seemed to do the trick. 

“Feels so good, Yoon…” you mewled, arching your back and crying out when the pointy tip of his tongue flicked your clit. “Yes!” 

You had no idea this could feel so good and now you didn’t think you could ever live without this again. Sure, you didn’t know what was pure skill and what would feel good anyway, but you didn’t want to find out. If it was up to you, Yoongi could be the only one to go down on you from on and you’d have no problem with that. 

His pretty, swollen, slick covered lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked it into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it as his hands slipped under your ass to hold you closer to his face. Yoongi sucked, licked and kissed you like a man starved, as if you were a banquet and he hadn’t seen food in months. 

“Wait, Yoongi, I’m gonna–” you pulled his hair again, trying to warn him, but he only doubled his efforts and squeezed your ass. 

“You better cum on my tongue.” 

His order came out as a growl and it was enough to tip you over the edge, to send you catapulting into your blissful end. You never felt anything as strong as this, body trembling all over as your orgasm took over you. Your ears were buzzing and you thought you heard a chuckle, but you couldn’t be sure. Yoongi stayed between your legs until your whines became pained in oversensitivity. 

“Good?” he was checking with you as he laid on top of your body again, a little of his weight pressing you down on his mattress. 

“Can you do it again?” 

“Okay.” Yoongi was about to get back down when you squealed and held him in place, shaking your head. 

“Don’t mean right now!” 

You were giggling and Yoongi was smiling as he held your face with the hand that wasn’t propping him up, ghosting your lips with his. You felt warm and shy all over as you could smell yourself on his breath and now you really wanted to taste yourself too. 

“Can I have your tongue?” you asked meekly. 

“Where do you want it?” 

“In my mouth.” 

Yoongi was so fucking pretty and when he smiled at you, you couldn’t control the butterflies in your stomach from going batshit crazy. You were so into this man it might actually physically hurt you, which was something you weren’t expecting. You never got attached before, much less this fast. You got tired quickly, rarely wanted a repeat of the boys you met out and about. 

But you couldn’t get enough of Min Yoongi. 

You were brought back to the present as the man did what you asked and gave you his tongue, licking around your lips. You latched onto it, sucking on it slowly and lewdly, with little noises of enjoyment as you indulged on his tongue and your own strong taste. 

You were distracted kissing him and didn’t notice when his hand slipped between your legs again and two of his fingers slipped between your pussy lips to wet them with your slick and what was left of his saliva. As you felt the digits prodding at your entrance, you gasped out a hard breath. 

“Oh my god–” 

“Shh, baby, you need to let me prep you this time.” Yoongi was saying as he laid on his side, legs caging yours in between them so you wouldn’t move away. 

And you didn’t want to move away. You wanted more, you wanted Yoongi, in any way he allowed you to have him. 

“You’re so fucking tight.” the man slipped his free arm under you so you’d be closer to him, that hand coming around to play with your tits. “Take a deep breath and relax for me. Can you do that for me? Can you be my good girl?” 

“Yes, Yoongi–” 

His name never sounded sweeter than it did right now, dropped like a prayer from your red, bitten lips. You were almost trembling in his hold, so he was patient with you, letting you take a couple of deep breaths before he pushed his fingers into your cunt, just to the first knuckle. 

Yoongi had no idea how on earth were you able to take him in the backseat of his car that night, with no prepping at all. He hated the thought of you being in pain because of the rush and the risks of being caught. He wouldn’t do that to you again, you would feel only pleasure. 

Which is why his palm gently rubbed on your clit the more he pushed his fingers into you. Your moans were shallow and you were grabbing onto his arm, nails singing into his skin and making him hiss. Once his fingers were lodged inside of you, as deep as they would go, he let you get used to the stretch; distracting you with kisses on your neck and rolling of your nipples. 

“You’re so good to me.” you declared in between deep breaths, squeezing around his fingers. 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“Mmm, like you so much.” 

Rationally speaking, Yoongi knew you were most likely swimming in endorphins and going a little delirious with the slow pumping of his fingers in and out of your pussy. But it still made his heart skip a beat. He’d overthink it later, but for now he was basking on your words, your scent and the feel of your skin against his.

“Shit, shit, Yoongi!” you mewled as the pads of his fingers tickled and pressed on your sweet spot. 

It was hard to focus, but you still did your damn best to push his pants down his hips, just enough for his cock to spring free. With a little look down, you could see it angry, red and swollen. Bringing your hand to your lips, you spit on it twice and lathered Yoongi’s cock with your spit. He shuddered as your fingers wrapped around his length and you started a slow but tight stroke. 

Yoongi’s fingers were scissoring you open and his forehead was pressed against yours. Lips and tongues were tangling together lazily in something that could barely be called a kiss. 

It didn’t take long for your pumping of his cock to fall in sync with his fingering you open and when your hips started lifting to fuck yourself on his digits, Yoongi deemed you ready to take him.

“Need to fuck you now, okay?” 

“Okay.” you winced when he removed his fingers, feeling too empty all of a sudden. “How do you want me?” 

“Just like that.” 

You moved up on the bed a little more, until your head rested on his pillows. As Yoongi left the bed to kick the pants off the rest of the way and rush to the bathroom, you watched the dips of his waist and his cute ass, trying not to laugh at the way his cock bobbed up and down. He was back a second later, holding a square packet between his teeth and climbed on the bed again. 

“Someone is prepared today.” you giggled as he kneeled between your legs. 

“Bought these yesterday.” 

“Were you planning on fucking me again?” 

He shrugged, pretending nonchalance. “It’s nice to be prepared.” 

As Yoongi ripped through the wrapper, you took his cock in your hand again, bringing it to your pussy. You didn’t push it in, but you did brush his tip against your folds, wetting his shaft between your lips, allowing the both of you to really feel each other before he could wrap himself with the condom. 

You could watch his beautiful finger rolling the protection on his thick cock all day. 

“Ready?” he asked you, stroking his cock a few times before bringing it to your entrance. 

You lifted yourself by your elbows, to watch as Yoongi pushed his tip into you with shallow thrusts. “Fuck me, Yoon…” 

Your begging was added to all the teasing and foreplay and Yoongi’s hips pushed forward so his cock would breach you. You bit your lips with the stretch, making the man study you and not move again before you started squeezing around him. 

Your walls were fluttering as you sucked him in and Yoongi fucked more and more ofo his stiff member into you, taking it slow until he bottomed out. Your back arched with a new and harsher snap and your hands held onto the bed sheets, poor knuckles turning white the more you squeezed. 

“Love the way your pussy is choking me–” Yoongi thought out loud as his hips started a quick pace of fucking you, big hands holding onto your tighs. 

“You’re so big!” you cried, making grabby hands at him. 

Yoongi let your legs go so he could obey to your silent request and lay on top of you, sticky body against yours, face hiding in your neck as you hugged his chest. He went even deeper in this position, the sounds filling his bedroom were less obnoxious than the echo inside his car, but the skin hitting skin was still unmistakeable. 

Each time he rolled his hips against yours, his cock would hit your g spot deliciously, and his pelvic bone pressed against your clit, making you see stars. You didn’t notice your nails were scratching Yoongi’s back until he hissed in pain. 

“Shit, I’m sorry–” 

“Do it again.” he asked in a rough and scratchy voice, teeth sinking in on your neck. 

You moaned and sinked your nails into his back, noticing how his thrusts became faster, but a little sloppy. Still, he never missed all of the important spots and your second orgasm was approaching quickly. And from the way he desperately fucked into you, sucked a bruise on your neck and groaned, so was his. 

“So so so close–” you were saying it as if he couldn’t feel the way your pussy was squeezing him. 

“Cum on my cock, pretty girl, let me feel you squeezing me.”

“Fuckfuckfuck!” 

You didn’t stand a chance when his fingers slipped between your bodies to roll and flick your clit and his mouth found yours on a lazy kiss that tipped you over the edge. You cried out his name in a high pitched moan, unshed tears wetting your eyes. You had half a mind to listen to all of Yoongi’s hushed praises against your ear. 

“Fuck, baby, need to cum.” 

Yoongi sounded a little mad, which almost made you laugh. He pulled out of you and slipped the condom off his cock, pumping it in his hand as his head fell forward, eyes roaming all over your body. You sat up to take his cock in your own hands, bringing it to your chest. 

“Cum for me, Yoon… Want it on my tits.” 

“Oh, fuck.”

With a growl that sounded a lot like your name, Yoongi let go of whatever was holding him back and let his release explode out of him in thick and heavy white strings, painting your chest with his sticky mess. 

Completely spent, Yoongi collapsed on the bed, panting hard, chest and neck covered in sweat and slightly red. 

You had a little jab right at the tip of your tongue, but he did most of the work, so you didn’t say anything. 

“We’re doing that again.” he declared while staring at his ceiling. 

“Oh, we’re repeating everything about this night.” 

MARCH 24TH | 00:51

Yoongi was kind enough to let you use his shower while he washed up in the guest bathroom outside his room. Showering together was still too intimate for the two of you, but he did cuddle you in bed as the both of you caught your breaths after sex, so your aftercare needs were perfectly met. 

You were already dressed in your clothes again, towel drying your hair, as you searched for Yoongi once more. 

Finding him in the kitchen, there were a few things you noticed: 

He was cooking again; something lighter than the stew, based on the opened can of tuna and tub of mayo. 

Yoongi looked even better when cooking shirtless, you learned. Just a pair of gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. 

Yoongi had a freaking tattoo. 

“Oh my god, what’s that?!” you gasped, walking to him on the kitchen counter. 

“I thought you might be hungry, this is just tuna, mayo and rice all mixed up.” 

“No, no, I mean on your shoulder!” 

“Ah.” Yoongi scrunched his nose, letting you see the small tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. “Yeah, it’s a tangerine.” 

“I have so many questions.” 

“Eat while I answer them, it’s late and you have classes early tomorrow.” 

You snickered, because there was no way you’d make it to your morning classes. Maybe not even the ones in the afternoon. But you were feeling a little hungry, so you jumped up on the counter and accepted the spoon and bowl Yoongi offered you. 

“What’s the story behind it?” you asked, legs dangling as you ate the snack. 

“You know when you have a bad break up and your best friend tells you to cut your hair?” 

“I never had a break up, but go on.” 

“You never–” Yoongi frowned, but you poked his sides for him to continue. “Right, well, it’s what people do.”

“Okay, that still doesn’t explain the tattoo.” you scooped some of the rice and tuna mix and brought it to his lips in offering. 

After chewing, he said: “When your best friend is Jung Hoseok, you don’t get a haircut, you get a tattoo.” 

“Of course.” you laughed with a shake of your head. 

“She hated tattoos.” Yoongi told you and you deduced she was the ex. “So Hoseok’s brilliant idea was to get one.” 

“Can’t argue with that logic. Why a tangerine, though?” 

That question made Yoongi stop and sigh, signaling for you to keep eating. 

“That’s the one thing I knew I’d love for the rest of my life.” 

You managed to hold your laugh for a few seconds, just until you finished swallowing the food. As your giggles filled the apartment, Yoongi avoided your eyes and tried to seem mad. It ended up with him pouting while his bread cheeks rose up. 

“Hajima.” he warned. 

“I think it’s cute!” you let him take the bowl from your hands as you were done. “I like it.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Absolutely.” 

“Mhm.” he grumbled, still not sure if it was such a good idea to tell you about it. “Are you ready to go?” 

“Yeah, I’ll call up a ride–”

Yoongi shook his head, helping you jump off the counter. “I’ll drive you.” 

You tried insisting he didn’t need to leave his home just to drive you back to campus; it was late and still raining, even if it wasn’t as strong as it was earlier. But Yoongi didn’t take no for an answer, simply pulling a black hoodie over his head and picking up his car keys. 

All throughout the elevator ride to the garage Yoongi kept close to you, fingers brushing yours, or with a hand on the small of your back. 

As he drove you to campus, Yoongi let you pick the radio stations you listened to. 

Instead of stopping the car in the hidden spot behind the three, he parked a little closer to the entrance, mindful of the rain. 

“Thank you for the ride.” you were saying as you took your seatbelt off and picked up your backpack off the floor. “I’ll see you around.”

“Hey.” 

You looked at him again once he called you, eyes fluttering closed as Yoongi loosened his own seatbelt to lean over the center console and kiss your lips. 

“I’ll see you soon.” 

You nodded, slipping out of his car and running to the entrance of the building, punching in your student pin code to be allowed inside. 

There wasn’t much more that Yoongi could promise you, with all of the complications that involved you two seeing each other again, and you knew that. But the possibilities and the small fact that he wanted to see you again, brought a giddy feeling to your chest. 

A feeling short lived as you heard a familiar voice ask:

“Yn? What were you doing coming out of Professor Min’s car?” 

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Illicit Favors | MYG | Oneshot

Pair: Min Yoongi x f!reader 

Summary: When your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your book because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you do when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? You go to your friend and ask him for help with it.

Genre: ONESHOT. Fluff, tiny angst, smut, non idol au. Friends to Lovers. 

Warnings: Producer Yoongi, virgin and inexperienced reader, teaching-sex au. From Yoongi’s POV. Yoongi is relatable and slightly overthinks and is a little socially awkward, but he’s whipped for her and cute as fuck. There’s lots of smut in this. Long hair Yoongi. Side pairing Jikook. Some text messages edited, but not a smau. 

A/N: Happy birthday to our favorite cat boy! The love of our lives, the man who gets proposals on the daily! 

WC: 29k.

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SEPTEMBER 18TH | 19:35

Ever since Yoongi met you at a coffee shop four years ago, when you simply asked him to look after your computer while you used the bathroom, coming back with an orange muffin for him as a ‘thank you’, visiting him in the studio wasn’t a rare feature in itself for you. But Yoongi knew those eyes. 

Even in emoji form, the pleading, puppy-kitty eyes told him you wanted something from him. And, chances were, you’d get it. No matter what it was. From picking you up in the middle of the night because you were craving convenience store corn dogs, to going to the bulk supermarket with you once a month because the prices were better and he could reach things you simply could not. 

It didn’t help that he had a spring in his step as he got up from his rolling chair and walked to the door of his production studio, quickly typing out the code that unlocked it. And there you were, standing in the slightly dark hallway, heavy backpack thrown precariously over a shoulder –even if he always told you to put on both straps, lest your back get crooked–, a pout on your lips and the perfect copy of the aforementioned pleading eye emoji. 

You were already stepping out of your shoes, knowing Yoongi didn’t like them inside his space, and throwing your arms around his middle as you hid your face on his chest. Now that wasn’t a common occurrence at all. Yoongi didn’t like people in his personal space, a fact you very much knew and respected. Then again, you weren’t just people. 

“What happened?” he asked, arms wrapping around your smaller frame almost instantly, resisting the urge to sniff the top of your head.

“Kibhamun.” was your muffled reply, making him chuckle. 

“What was that?”

“Kim Namjoon.” you corrected, pulling away from him to step into the studio properly, placing your bag on the floor as you dropped to his couch. 

Ah, yes, Kim Namjoon. 

Yoongi’s best friend, the chairman of a family run publishing company. 

Call it nepotism, but Yoongi had introduced the two of you and put in a good word for you, so that his dongsaeng would read your manuscript; the one you had been working on on that fateful day at the coffee shop. To this day, Yoongi still insisted you got a publishing contract –and now had three books out in bookstores of South Korea– all on your own. 

Namjoon took every opportunity to tease Yoongi about his obvious crush on you, which was a small price to pay for not only the friendship that blossomed between you and Joon, but for the fact you were able to kickstart your career as a writer. 

“I'm trashing my book.” you said with the jutting out of your bottom lip, folding your arms on your chest and your legs under you. 

“What–why? You were so excited to hand in the new chapters last week.” Yoongi sat down on the couch beside you, with one seat cushion still between you. His brows were knitted together as he wondered just how wrong your meeting with your editor had gone down this afternoon. 

“Yes, but your best friend changed that.” you grumbled with a tiny shrug of your shoulders, leaning sideways against the couch to lay your head on the backrest. 

With a sigh and the tilting of his head to mimic yours, Yoongi asked: “What did he do now?”

“He said my new chapters are shit.”

“He did not say that.” Yoongi reasoned. 

He was the blunt one of the two, there’s no way Namjoon would ever say something of that nature to you. If your chapters were bad, he’d give you pointers and ways of making them better. But you were resolute. 

“Not with so many words, but the sentiment was there!” you complained with a pretty pout that made Yoongi’s gaze flit to your plump lips. 

“What happened, doll?” he asked, a little softer, knowing how to work you into telling him what really happened. 

You sighed dramatically, back straightening as you looked down to your hands on your lap. Yoongi followed the movement, watching how you fiddled with the ring on your middle finger of your left hand; it had belonged to your grandma once, he knew, and you always wore it when you needed that little extra pick-me-up. 

“Apparently I can't write smut.” you told him so quietly he barely heard you. 

Your new book, the one you’ve been working on for the past three months, had adult scenes in it. Not necessary essential to the plot but not gratuitous fucking either. Just something to spice it up, to open up to a different market. You were never scared of trying something new and Yoongi admired that. 

Yoongi himself was the kind of person that never even changed his coffee order, sticking to it forever when he found the one he liked. You were brave and adventurous, while Yoongi liked his routine and comfort zone.   

“What makes you say that?” he asked you once you didn’t elaborate. 

“Joon said I got many things wrong. I believe his exact words were 'it doesn't happen like that, that's not how it tastes, or how it feels’–” you said with a roll of your eyes, which made Yoongi bite back a chuckle. But then your fire was aimed at him: “You've read the chapters! Why didn't you tell me it was shit?!”

“It wasn't shit–”

How could he tell you the reason he didn't notice some things were off was because when reading your smut, all he could do was picture you? And him. In the various situations you wrote in rich descriptions. Like a fucking creep, he got off to his friend's writing.

“Yeah, well, I'm a fraud.” 

“You're not a fraud, doll.” the pet name he had for you came out a lot more natural now than the first few times he blurted them out on slips of the tongue, but it still made his neck flush. 

“No, no, Joon is right. I know he wasn't trying to hurt me, and I don't want to publish something bad either.” you insisted, quieting the fidgeting of your hands after turning the ring on your finger a few times. “Just... he said I should write from experience.”

“Oh. Yeah, that usually helps when writing lyrics, too.”

Yoongi felt cold sweat clinging to his back as he wouldn’t want to read about your sex adventures, if you started writing about them in your new book. Some of the things you wrote about were pretty wild, Yoongi could only imagine what you were up to in your private life. You never really told him about it, but he guessed it was something you shared with your girlfriends. Or Jimin. Not with him.

“That’s the problem.” again, you spoke too quietly. “I don't have them.”

“Don’t have what?” he asked with the nervous nibbling on the inside of his bottom lip. 

“The experiences to write about.” you supplied with a small grit of your teeth, as if you were pretending you weren’t the one saying those words. 

“Sure you do. I'm sure you can change a few things to make it fit the plot–”

“No, Yoon.” you interrupted, crestfallen, rubbing your hands on your thighs in what should be a self soothing manner. “I haven't... Done anything.”

The weight of those news was shocking to him, but Yoongi tried not to let it show in his face. He watched you for a while, too, trying to decide if you were joking or trying to pull one on him, but your pink cheeks of embarrassment were too real and you weren’t that good of an actress. 

It just didn’t really make sense to him. You were a few years younger than him, but not by much, and you were so pretty and clearly attractive. Whenever he agreed to go to a night out with your group –most likely being dragged out by a lying Hoseok that told him it would be chill– guys hit on you all the time, much to his own chagrin.

“Ever?” Yoongi hushed with a frown. This whole conversation had his forehead hurting from how confused he was. 

“Ever.” you shook your head, a stray piece of hair moving out of place and Yoongi’s fingers flexed in want to fix it. “I'm not ashamed of it, okay? I'm also not saving myself for marriage or anything. I just never had a boyfriend and I didn't want to just hook up with a stranger for a night.”

“Yeah, no, that's... dangerous.” he agreed with a single nod of his own. 

“Mhm! I mean, I thought that would happen with Jungkook the night we met. He was nice enough and just my type.” you said, not meaning much by it, but damn if it didn’t feel like a punch in the gut. Ouch. “But he turned out to be gay and only chatted with me to get to Jimin.”

“Yeah, I remember that.” Yoongi was there the night Jungkook showed up in their lives and would later become part of their small group and subsequently Jimin’s boyfriend. 

“I don't know what to do, Yoon. I had so many hopes and plans for this book!” you cried, a hand running through your hair in frustration.

“I know, maybe... maybe you should read more smut? To be able to write it better?” he tried, but it only made you huff. 

“If you look at my search history you'll think I’m a sex addict that should get an intervention.” you shook your head. “I’ve read it all.” 

“Didn't Joon give you some advice? Isn't that his job as your editor?”

Yoongi might need to have a chat with his bestie, as his job was to help you out, not leave you feeling lost and defeated. Yoongi knew first hand how happy you were with your latest project, all of the twists and turns you had planned for it. And here you were, sulking on his couch, questioning whether or not you should throw it out. 

“He did, and I'm starting to think he's right.” you said, and it gave Yoongi a glimmer of hope, giving up on scolding Namjoon. At least for now. 

“There we go, what did he say?”

“He said that if I don't have any experiences to write about, then I should create some.” you avoided Yoongi's eyes as you said it, which didn’t help his choking on air. 

“He said what–”

“It makes sense.” you insisted, gathering your courage to finally look at him. 

“It does not– you can't possibly think that going out to find someone random to be your first is a good idea!” Yoongi couldn’t help how worked up he was getting over this. The mere hypothesis of you getting out there to find someone to lose your virginity to just for the sake of experiences was making his blood boil. “It's dangerous, and borderline traumatizing, and you can't expect to write well after that–”

“No, that's not what he said at all!” you waved a hand in the air, reaching for his arm with the other. Your touch was firm, but gentle at the same time. As you wanted to make sure he understood. “Joon didn’t mean I should find someone random.”

There Yoongi went, with the choking again. Because your eyes… Those eyes that were the front door to your soul. They told him so much. And Yoongi was slightly scared to read what they were trying to tell him at that moment. 

“He said I should consider talking to a friend.” you continued after Yoongi didn’t say anything, but your hand stayed in his arm. “Someone I trust, someone I know won't use me, and that won't let things get awkward after.”

Okay, Yoongi would have to have that chat with Namjoon afterall. He could just about imagine his best friend sitting in his suburban house right now, with a drink in his hand, chuckling to himself, thinking he was a mastermind. 

Of course he planned all of this. Namjoon knew of Yoongi’s feelings for you, and he knew that he’d be the one you’d come to with this. He just hadn’t decided if Namjoon was trying to play cupid or pull a prank on him. 

“You're considering it?” Yoongi asked, not wanting to believe what was happening right now. 

“I've decided. I'm either doing that or throwing the whole book away and starting something else.” you sounded so sure of yourself that Yoongi really started to worry. “Which would just be stressful, because I'm already way into the deadlines. So what's it gonna be?”

“Wha-why are you asking me?” Yoongi’s heart was going a mile a minute inside his chest, and it most definitely wasn’t the caffeine he’d been drinking all day. 

“Are you going to make me say it?” you pleaded, squeezing his bicep just once.

“Yes, because I don’t know what you want from me.” he wheezed. 

“I trust you.”

“No, you're not serious. You want me to–” 

“Teach me, yeah.” you assured him, tugging on the sleeve of the cardigan he was wearing. “Or at least have those experiences with me so that I know how things work.” 

Yoongi was about to start hyperventilating. Maybe he had drunk so much coffee all his adult life that it didn’t work on him anymore and he fell asleep on his desk and this was all a dream. Because there’s no way in hell that the girl he had a crush on for the past four years –yet wasn’t brave enough to do something about it– was asking him to–

“Are you even attracted to me?!” his voice came out more high pitched than he wanted, making him cough behind his fist.  

With a deadpan, you stated: “I have eyes, Yoongi.” 

“And also a nose and a mouth, what does that have to do with anything?”

“I think you're hot!” you specified with a giggle and Yoongi went back to the dream axiom. “Especially ever since you decided to let your hair grow long. And I like your face.”

“Thanks.” it should have come out as sarcasm, but his face was too red and the word sounded too breathy. 

“And you’re... strong and tall.” you continued, eyes obviously settling on the width of his chest. 

“Hoseok is taller, why didn't you ask him?” Yoongi didn’t mean to ask that, not one bit, not for a second. It was just one of those things that came out of his mouth when he was nervous. 

“I can. I'll go to him after I leave here, if you really say no.” you were clearly taken aback, hand finally dropping from his arm as you pulled back just a little further away from him. You blinked a few times before offering him an awkward smile. “Which you're already doing. Yeah, sorry, no, I just assumed that you'd be up for it because, after Jimin, you're my closest friend. But I guess being close to someone doesn't mean you're attracted to them? God, this is awkward, I don't know why I just assumed that.”

You were getting up and Yoongi was panicking. Because he didn’t want you to think that he wasn’t attracted to you, and he didn’t want to offend you. But, above all, he didn’t want you to bring this to Hoseok. 

Because Hoseok might say yes. 

Honestly, not many people he knows would ever say no to you. 

“Wait, that's not what I meant.” Yoongi insisted as you were already standing and on the way of going after your backpack. 

“No, Yoon, it's fine!” you waved him off, as if trying to take the burden you had dropped on him off. “Might be better to do it with someone I'm not that close to, anyway. I'll try Hobi.”

“Doll, stop, hang on.” Yoongi reached for your wrist as you walked in front of him and you stopped your stride. “Let me consider this.”

“You don't have to.” you repeated, but didn't take your wrist from his grasp and didn’t walk away. 

“What is it you want, exactly? And please be honest with me, so we both know what we're getting ourselves into here and so there's no misunderstandings.” if he was even entertaining the idea of saying yes to this crazy plan, then he needed you to be as straightforward as possible. 

“I haven't thought this far? But I guess we could do stuff.”

“I said to be specific.” Yoongi pressed. 

You huffed and, dare he say, squirmed, as you sat down on the couch again, this time closer to him. “I mean, would you fuck me? You know, so I know how it works? And, uhm. Stuff?”

“Stuff?”

“Yeah, we should probably start with, like... Kissing. Handjobs? I'd like to suck you off if you're okay with that?” 

Nevermind his dreaming theory, Yoongi might have died and this was his personal version of heaven. Or maybe hell, depending how long it would take for you to start laughing in his face, saying that Namjoon was right and he would fall for it. But that wasn’t like you at all, too sweet and nice for your own good, and –despite his little hours of sleep and caffeine intake– Yoongi was pretty healthy to have died all of a sudden. 

“You can't be serious.” Yoongi was still incredulous. 

“I am! And I can ask Hobi, you don't have to feel pressured.” you told him as the wrist he was still holding on to finally slipped from his grasp, but just so you could hold his hand instead. “Even though this is all Namjoon’s fault and you're the one who introduced me to him and so this is also your fault, and I think you should fix it.”

There it was, the arguments, the innocent guilt trip, your special little way of getting Yoongi to do what you wanted, while not actually forcing him to do anything he didn’t want. And this? You? This was something he wanted. For a really long time. This might not be the way he ever thought he would get to be with you, but if anything, Yoongi was an opportunist. 

And he wasn’t about to let you walk into the studio next door to ask Hoseok to do this favor for you. He’d never forgive himself if he let you walk away now, if he handed you over to one of his closest friends. You might fall in love with each other, get married, and make Yoongi give a speech during the ceremony. You might even name your first born after Yoongi. 

“So.” you squeezed his hand, looking at the difference in size of your palms. “What do you say?”

“You're crazy. But if you're gonna do this anyway.” his shrug was supposed to be nonchalant. 

“Yes! Yoon, thank you! Okay, so what do we do? I promise I'll pay attention!” your excitement made him chuckle, despite the weight of reality slowly sinking in, and untamed butterflies going haywire in his stomach. 

“Calm down, we're not starting right now.”

He needed time to let this new reality settle and tame his anxiety and the voices in his head that were screaming at him. Besides making a list of everything that could go wrong by having agreed with this. 

“Right, I should probably shave down there.” you said with a side pout, as if you were thinking hard about what you had to do to prepare. 

“You– that's not a problem.” Yoongi wanted to make sure you understood you were perfect, just as natural as you wanted to be, but he couldn’t just say that. “Just do what you feel comfortable with, this is not about me. You shouldn't have to worry about things like that, unless you want to.”

“Okay. I should still get on the pill, right?” you asked him, too innocently for the type of conversation you were having. 

“I mean... maybe? You should talk to your doctor about it?” he had no idea really, as that question made Yoongi wonder just how much you needed help with. “There are side effects and long term commitments with that kind of stuff, that you shouldn't put yourself through just for a few experiences? And I'll get tested too, just so you're sure I'm clean.”

“I trust you, Yoon, I don't want you to go through that trouble.”

“It's no trouble, really, I've been meaning to do it anyways, just to be safe.” not that his own sex life was a particularly crazy one at that, and he always wore a condom. 

“This is exciting. Nerve-wracking but exciting.” you giggled, looking at him as your fingers gently traced his knuckles. 

This was the longest you had ever touched each other, even if it was just a simple hand holding. And his insides were already churning and he felt like he could pass out at any given moment, blood wasn’t reaching all the way to his brain apparently. He couldn’t even comprehend what it would be like to be intimate with you. 

“I'm glad you think so.” he said with a low chuckle. 

“Now we just... set up a time and place?” 

“Mhmm.” he nodded, as there wasn’t much else he could do with how mentally frozen he was. 

“Okay, but I really want to start fixing these chapters, so can you give me something today?” you asked sheepishly, fingers tightening around his. 

“What?” 

“Can you show me how to kiss?” was your request, and Yoongi’s eyes fell to your mouth on command.

“You've kissed before.” it wasn’t a question, but an affirmation. In fact, Yoongi had seen you kiss someone before. 

It was years ago, during a stupid game of truth or dare –which was Jimin’s idea– during one of Taehyung’s house parties. Namjoon had thought it would be a good idea to make the two of you play, no doubt another ploy to get something to happen between the two of you. But luck was never on Yoongi’s side and you were dared to kiss another guy; some dude named Seo-joon that Tae knew from acting class. 

“Yeah, but it was never satisfactory and I lack skills.” you told him, bringing him back to the present. “Besides, it might be good to break the ice. Make sure things don’t get awkward between us after I leave.”

“Why would things get awkward–”

“Are you saying you’re not going to overthink everything that just happened as soon as I walk out of this studio?” you challenged with a little grin and Yoongi rolled his eyes. “That’s what I thought.” 

“Alright, I’ll kiss you.” he agreed, and there’s no way he ever thought he’d be saying those words to you. 

“Gee, Yoon, thanks.” you were giggling as you got up from the couch to stand in the middle of the studio. “Try to pretend to be into it, at least.” 

If you only knew. 

Yoongi got up on wobbly legs, but pretended to stretch his back to get his body work properly. Walking the two steps it took to reach you was the most nerve wrecking course he ever had to take. But at least you looked as nervous as he felt, even if you were doing your best to mask it. 

You stood in front of each other, awkwardly staring at one another, hands on your sides. And Yoongi knew he had to move. He had to take the lead, he was the one meant to be showing you how things worked, of course you wouldn’t take the first step. And unless he wanted you to change your mind and actually go to Hoseok instead, he had to act fast. 

“Do you need a step by step guide?” he asked in a low voice, as if sharing a secret. 

“I know how it works, I’m not that inexperienced.” you giggled, hitting his chest playfully. 

Yoongi took your wrist as your hand landed on his chest in your pillowy light attempt of provoking him, bringing your hand up to rest it on the back of his neck. He didn’t miss the way your breath hitched, or your giggles replaced a soft gasp as his other arm circled your waist to bring your body flush against his, or even how your fingers softly threaded through the long hairs at his nape. 

A lot was on the line when it came to this kiss, Yoongi realized wearily. It would be your first kiss together, something he only ever daydreamed about before. And it would set the tone for your future interactions. You could just as well change your mind after it, and it would not only be a blow to his self-esteem, but also his pride. 

“It’s just me.” you said in a meek voice that did nothing to calm his nerves. 

“I know.” 

That’s the problem, he wanted to say. 

Yoongi’s free hand touched the side of your face to tilt it up towards him, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. With a teeny sigh, your eyes fluttered closed and Yoongi took that chance to study your face, as he had never seen you so up close like this before. Even if you changed your mind later, he still committed your every trace, every little detail about you that he possibly could. 

From your dark, long lashes that kissed the apples of your cheeks, to the outline of your cupid’s bow and your plump bottom lip. As you were about to open your eyes again, Yoongi pressed his lips to yours and you pulled back. Not enough for your mouths to part, but with a little surprised reaction. Thankfully, and before Yoongi’s anxieties could settle in, you moved closer to him again, pulling him towards you by the back of his neck. 

Yoongi’s lips started moving against yours, hesitantly, but his second guessing went out the non-existing windows of his studio as you followed his lead and moved yours along with his. 

Your mouths moved together slowly, his tongue sliding between his lips to lick between yours and you crooned; a small sound that Yoongi didn’t want to focus on, unless he wanted all of his blood to run south. 

“Relax your jaw for me.” Yoongi mumbled, not wanting to go too far. 

Your hand tensed on his neck as your breath grew a little heavier and you did just as he requested, lips parting wider so his tongue could finally slip into your mouth. Yoongi cradled your face by your jaw, feeling it move as your tongues brushed together. 

He could taste your peach flavored lip balm and right then he decided it was his favorite flavor in the world. Your other hand was resting on his chest and Yoongi wondered if you could feel just how fast his heart was beating as you tipped your head sideways so he could deepen the kiss. 

It made his own hand slip to the back of your neck, hold turning firm as he kept you in place to lick around your mouth, exploring it as if he wanted to map it out. 

You pulled away first, having a hard time breathing, which did wonders for Yoongi’s swelling pride, but he wasn't ready to let you go just yet, acting on instinct and taking your bottom lip between his teeth. 

It was worth it as your surprised gasp turned into a moan, making the man smirk. It eventually made him let go of your lip and he watched as your eyes opened; as blown out as his probably were. 

“That was… Good, right?” you asked in a breathy tone that Yoongi wanted to hear more of. 

“Really good, yeah.” he nodded, so close to your face, hands still holding you close. “If the rest of it is anything like this, you don’t have anything to worry about.” 

SEPTEMBER 23RD | 17:41

Yoongi’s apartment wasn’t the biggest one, but his producer salary allowed him to have enough room to fit all of his friends comfortably whenever they decided to use his place as a hang out spot. Is not that he hated to have friends over, if anything Yoongi really enjoyed hosting and cooking for everybody. But the bunch could get rowdy, and Yoongi was left cleaning up the aftermath alone most of the time. 

The group-chat had decided that their Saturday plans should include movie night at Yoongi’s place, just because of his soundproof walls and surround sound system that matched his big flat screen TV. Yoongi enjoyed few things in life, not really one to flaunt his status as one of the most sought out Korean producers of present times, but he was proud of his entertainment set up. 

A light rain was falling outside, the pitter patter of the drops of the early autumn falls being drawn out by the music video playing on the television as he and his so-called-best-friend organized the living room before the rest of the group arrived. 

“I don't know why you're mad at me.” Namjoon was saying as he pulled out the seat cushions of Yoongi’s dark gray couch to make it just a little longer and more comfortable to be laid on for the duration of the movie. 

“Really.” Yoongi deadpanned from the kitchen as he rummaged through his food cupboard in search of the kind of microwavable popcorn you liked.  “You have nooo idea?”

“I mean, yeah, sure, I might have acted with mischief, but I meant what I said–”

“In what world did you think that telling her to find someone to have sex with was a good idea?” Yoongi finally snapped, letting the popcorn packets drop to the kitchen island with a smack. “What if she went after some rando at a club?” 

“I see your point, hyung, but she didn't!” Namjoon tried to apologize by doing a better job of fluffing the cushions. “She went after you!”

“Thank fuck for that.”

Namjoon stepped away from the couch to look at his OCD-friendly set up, making sure the decorative cushions were symmetrically parted from each other and the wool blankets Yoongi always had laying around were folded in perfect squares. Yoongi liked his apartment to be a little on the colder side, and he wasn’t ready to let go of summer just yet, but he also got cold easily. 

“Shouldn't you be thankful that you got to kiss the girl of your dreams?” Namjoon turned to his older friend, walking to the kitchen to inspect the snacks that were already littering the dark marble island. “And you'll be doing a lot more than that–”

“I don’t know if I am.” Yoongi confessed with a sigh, which picked Namjoon’s curiosity. 

“Why not?”

“She– It’s been a week and nothing else happened.” Yoongi shrugged, as if trying to downplay it and mask his disappointment. 

“Haven’t you seen each other again since that day at your studio?” Namjoon leaned over the island to read the label on the honey and mustard chips, but his attentive eyes always went back to him. 

“We have. We were never alone, though, because Jimin and Jungkook were there when we had takeout, and then everyone was at Jin's on game night.” Yoongi recalled all of the times he managed to see you during this past week. 

“True, but you did look closer during game night.” Namjoon offered, but Yoongi scoffed. “I'm serious! She was always touching your arm, sitting closer to you... hugging you when you scored a point.”

“She's always like that with everyone, I'm not reading into it.” Yoongi refused to see things where there weren’t, because he knew that he would be the one broken hearted at the end of whatever this was. 

“Yeah, but she wasn't like that with you.” Namjoon pointed out. 

“Because she knows I'm not clingy like the rest of you.” Yoongi rebutted. 

“She picked you to be on her team, and you're a bad player!” 

“Hey!”

“Am I wrong?” Namjoon arched an eyebrow, dropping the bag of chips back onto the counter, which made Yoongi flinch, thinking about the broken snacks. “Didn’t think so. She usually goes for Kook because that kid is good at everything.”

“Of course, just something else I come second in.”

Yoongi didn’t mean to sound so bitter. He didn’t even intend on speaking out loud in the first place. But he did, and Namjoon raised an eyebrow at him. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” his friend prodded, and Yoongi had no choice but to turn his back and pretend to be searching for something as he replied:

“She said Jungkook is her type.”

“Really? So... gay af, pouts like a baby, dresses like a hobo most of the time?” Namjoon chuckled fondly of the maknae of their weird friend group. 

“I think it's more like muscles, piercings and tattoos.” he couldn’t sound more dejected if he tried. 

“Is that why you're wearing your hoops again?” Namjoon’s laughter grew louder, pointing at his own pierced ears as he looked at Yoongi’s. “And why are you going to the gym again?”

“No– how do you know I went to the gym?”

“Hobi told me he ran into you. It's cool though. I’m not here to judge.” 

Namjoon better not judge him, as he was the one to get Yoongi in this mess in the first place. Yeah, he had unrequited feelings for you, and yeah, he imagined plenty of what if scenarios where he grew the balls to ask you out, or make a move on you. But was this the way his friend had to help him out? By planting ideas in your head and making you offer him something like this? 

Yoongi’s heated thought process was interrupted as his phone started to buzz inside his pants pocket and his heart skipped a beat when he read the name on the notifications.

“Oof, that friendzone gotta hurt.” Namjoon said, over Yoongi’s shoulder. His height gave him an advantage that was almost as annoying as his nosy tendencies. 

“I swear to fucking god–” Yoongi rasped, shutting his phone and shoving it in his pocket. 

“Hey, at least you might get a handy today, huh?” the younger man wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, running away before Yoongi could throw a bag of chips on his head. “And clearly your kiss can't have been that bad, if she's coming to you for help again.”

“Not helping, Joonah.” 

Your text did light him up a little bit, and Namjoon wasn’t all that wrong. If you were asking him for help with whatever it was you needed, you didn’t change your mind about this, and you didn’t go to someone else for it; friend or foe. 

You didn’t specify just what you needed help with, but Yoongi took a longer shower just in case, scrubbing his body from top to bottom, brushing his teeth just a little harder, blow drying his hair just a little fluffier. Just in case. 

You might just ask him questions and not actually want to do anything, but on the off chance that you did, Yoongi wanted to be ready for you. 

He wasn’t proud to say that he spent just a little longer inside his decent sized closet deciding on what to wear. Yoongi didn’t want to try too hard, as it would make things too obvious, but he also didn’t think sweats and a white t-shirt were good enough either. But then again, if Jeon Jungkook was your ideal type, maybe he could grab oversized black clothes and call it a night. 

“Everyone is already here, hyung.” Namjoon said from the outside of his door, and that’s when Yoongi started to rush. 

He ended up picking a pair of jeans with holes on the knees, but that was nicely fitted on his hips, and a soft blue sweater with some green at the end of the sleeves. Hoping he didn’t go too hard on his favorite cologne, Yoongi left his bedroom to find the seven of you already taking over his living room and kitchen space. 

Jimin and Taehyung were being disgusting on his couch, giggling as they looked over something on the former’s phone. Jungkook and Seokjin were sitting on the floor, looking up at the TV as they clearly searched for something to watch tonight. Hoseok and Namjoon were in the kitchen, helping you make popcorn. 

Microwave popcorn shouldn’t be so hard that it took three people to make it, but you had a routine. You hated it when you took it out too early, meaning half the corn didn’t have time to pop, but it was even worse to leave it in the machine for too long so that it burned. So it took one of you sniffing for any hint of burnt popcorn, another one to pilot the STOP and ON buttons, and a third one listening in for the popping sounds. 

And, of course, it took giving you a good look over to almost stop Yoongi’s heart altogether. 

Just because you had no business looking so damn pretty all the time. 

Today you were wearing one of Yoongi’s favorite styles on you; a lilac suede overall dress that made you look like a cute gardener with a long sleeved shirt under it. Your hair was falling in soft waves, as if you had taken the time to style them before coming, which made Yoongi wonder if you had the same thought process as he had. 

“Hyung! There you are!” Hoseok announced his presence for everyone to hear, in that chirpy way of his, and Yoongi’s ears burned a little as the attention of the room landed on him. “The popcorn is almost– wait, wait, stop!” 

“Stopping!” you announced, clicking on the button to pause the microwave. “That was a close one, commander.” 

Yoongi couldn’t help the little chuckle he let out while watching you and his two best friend’s dramatics, shoulders shaking a little, gums probably out for the others to see. 

“Have you gotten from here, Joon?” you turned to the taller man, who nodded while taking the last popcorn packet from the microwave. 

You turned towards Yoongi again, who seemed frozen in place until that very moment. You grabbed the three tubs of popcorn that were already ready and took them with you to the couch, nodding your head for Yoongi to follow you. And he was a little socially awkward by nature, but he didn’t think he made a fool out of himself as the others knew he was more on the quiet side most of the time. 

“Alright, who let the maknaes choose the movie?” you were saying as you stepped on the soft black rug that took over half of the living room. 

“Who are you calling a maknae–” Seokjin threw a glare over his shoulder, one you answered with a scrunch of your nose. 

“What’s wrong with our movie taste, noona?” Jungkook asked you, about to pout. 

You handed Jungkook and Seokjin a tub of popcorn, and another one to Taehyung and Jimin, keeping the last one for yourself as you sat down in the middle of the couch, having to scoot a little awkwardly as if your overall-dress made it hard for you to move. 

“The problem is not your taste in movies, but you never agree on anything.” Yoongi supplied, making you nod in agreement. “Jungkook-ah is going to either pick a superhero movie that we’ve all seen before, or a horror movie, and hyung will be too scared to watch anything with serial killers or ghosts and shit.” 

“That’s because I live alone and have an old man's bladder and don’t like having to run from demons on the way back from the bathroom, in the middle of the night, thank you very much!” Seokjin complained in that rushed way of his, making you giggle. 

Namjoon and Hoseok joined the rest of you in the living room, with the last tub of popcorn. The packs of chips and other snacks were already on the center table, alongside glasses of soda. 

Yes, Yoongi was still standing, but that’s because he always had to be the last one to sit down. Everyone always complained that they didn’t know how to work the lighting system of his smart home, and Yoongi had to be the one to dim the lights low enough so the television was the focus point, but not dark enough that they couldn’t see anything else. 

When Yoongi finally made his way to the couch, everyone was already paired up and laying down with their snacks of choice. 

Jimin had exchanged his best friend for his boyfriend and was now sitting between Jungkook’s legs, resting against his chest. Tae was still sitting beside them, never minding the third willing. You were right in the middle of the couch, where it was your preferred spot. Hoseok was right next to you, followed by Namjoon and Seokjin. 

Before Yoongi could walk to the edge of the couch, to join the hyung, you spoke: 

“Hobi, can you scoot over a little?” you asked the man with little taps to his thigh. “Come sit next to me, Yoon.” 

The living room was silent as everyone stared at Yoongi once again, just another proof that the only person oblivious to his feelings toward you was, well, you. But at least Yoongi wasn’t completely awkward when it came to you; there was no stumbling, no hesitating, no fumbling around as space was opened on the sofa so he could sit between you and Hoseok. 

You handed him the popcorn you were about to share as you unfolded one of the wool blankets and threw it over your legs, more concerned about covering your legs and getting comfortable than actually escaping the cold. While the younger boys bickered over the final movie choice and which sound configuration was best for the settled genre, the three other guys started a heated discussion over something political they heard on the news.

When Yoongi looked at you, you were already looking at him. 

“I like your ripped pants.” you said with an easy smile, reaching to slip two fingers inside the wide holes on his knees. “Didn’t know you had things like this.” 

“That’s because hyung’s fashion sense only includes either a blazer and white shirt or dress pants and a hoodie.” Jimin teased from the other side. 

“I’m sorry I’m not into Chelsea boots and skinny jeans.” Yoongi scoffed, which wasn’t really a jab at Jimin’s fashion sense. Even Yoongi could admit the blonde man knew how to dress better than most. 

“You’re forgiven.” Jimin was grinning, which was noticeable even in the dimmed atmosphere of the room. 

Your fingers were still tracing random patterns on his knee as you said: “Don’t listen to Jiminie, I like your style.” 

“Thanks. I like yours too.” he said, which somehow made you giggle. 

“You don’t think I look like a little girl?” you asked in what must have been a moment of self doubt. 

“Nah, just cute.” 

You smiled appreciatively at him, throwing half of the blanket over Yoongi’s legs so you could share. He handed you the tub with popcorn and the movie finally started; the thumping of the bass from the intro not the only thing making his heart accelerate. 

The group ended up deciding on a new movie with a few known actors, like IU –the only woman Jungkook would ever turn straight for–, no demons to scare Seokjin, and no blood to make Taehyung queasy. 

The drama wasn’t Yoongi’s particular cup of tea, but he wouldn’t be paying attention to it anyways. Not when you felt so warm sitting so close to him, smelling so good. And not when his brain was filled with the possibilities of what was coming next, after everyone had left. 

You and Yoongi shared the popcorn, hands brushing every now and then as if you were in a teen movie. You didn’t seem to notice it, however, engrossed in the movie. You had tears in your eyes during some of the more emotionally heavy scenes, but held them in pretty well. 

While you could. 

Thirty minutes into the movie and the popcorn was over, the tub resting somewhere on the floor, and you were aggressively wiping tears from your eyes with your sleeves. 

“Just let her keep her baby.” you said under your breath, moving your arm under Yoongi’s so you could hug it like a safety blanket, cheek pressed hard against his shoulder. “They will be okay, right?” 

“Mhm, yeah. Everything is going to be fine.” 

Yoongi had no way of knowing that, especially when it came to this kind of movie. But he’d be damned if he didn’t try to soothe you. You nodded softly in response, snuggling into his arm a little harder, pressing your body to his completely. You were exactly like this, Yoongi told  himself. You’d be clinging to whoever was sitting next to you, and it just so happened to be him. 

That was okay, he told himself as he quietly sniffed your hair, because, at least right now, it was him you were clinging to. 

SEPTEMBER 23RD | 22:15

It wasn’t surprising the way Yoongi was a lot more relaxed by the end of the movie, but it was a little shameful that he grew more and more at ease as his friends started to take their leave. Yoongi dealt better with smaller groups of people at a time, even if he loved every one of his friends; yes, even Jungkook and all his piercings and tattoos. It wasn’t the maknae’s fault that you were apparently so attracted to him when you first met. 

Hell, even Yoongi caught himself gawking at Jungkook whenever he put a little more effort into looking good; like when he combed his hair off his forehead, or wore the black jeans that may or may not belong to Jimin. 

“You guys can leave it, I’ll do it.” Yoongi insisted as you and Hoseok continued to clean up the living room. 

“It’s alright, hyung, I don’t mind.” Hoseok told him as he knelt on the rug to pick up stray pieces of popcorn and chips that eventually made it to the floor. “We’ll just finish it up and go. I’ll drive you home when we’re done.” 

“Me?” you blinked, as Hoseok clearly meant you, eyes moving to Yoongi as you silently asked for help. “Thank’s, but I’m not going home yet.” 

“Oh.” Hoseok nodded. Then stopped. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second and his neck almost snapped with how fast he turned to Yoongi’s direction, sending him a sly grin. “Ohh.” 

Yoongi was shaking his head at Hoseok, with wide eyes and behind your back, telling his friend to cut it out as you picked up the empty boxes of pizza. Hobi winked in slow motion and sent Yoongi a thumbs up, which made him sigh. 

The job of tying it up the living room and kitchen was a lot easier now that he had more help, and fifteen minutes later, the dishes were washed, the couch was clear of any mess, and Yoongi was walking Hoseok out of his apartment. 

“So.” Hoseok spoke quietly, which Yoongi appreciated, but it still made him cringe a little on the inside as his friend teased: “You two, huh?” 

“It’s not what you’re thinking.” Yoongi stated, holding the front door open while the younger man put his shoes on. 

“You don’t know what I’m thinking.” Hoseok squinted his eyes, but his knowing smile was enough to make Yoongi’s ears burn. 

“I can assure you.” Yoongi chuckled, as there was no way his friend would ever be able to guess why you were staying longer tonight. “Night, Hobah.” 

Hoseok waited as the elevator dinged and walked in after the automatic doors opened for him, singing: “Goodnight, hyung. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” 

And, just like that, he was gone and Yoongi could breathe a little easier. And, just like that, you were alone together after what felt like ages. 

Yoongi found you sitting on the couch, looking a little tired, eyes still a little red from when you cried at the end of the movie. He mustn’t look so hot either, social battery on its lowest setting. At least he never felt like he needed to try hard with you, surprisingly. There was never a need to be entertaining, to talk more than he wanted to, to constantly search for something to do. 

He could just sit next to you and do nothing, and it didn’t feel awkward, you were never bothered by his quieter moments. You also had a way of bringing out his other sides, too; the joker, the one with the weird noises and funky dances, and also the deep one that could talk about music for hours and had random facts to spill. 

“Movie nights are fun, but you always look a little dead after.” you giggled, and it wasn’t even an insult. Yoongi felt a little dead as he sat down next to you, relaxing into his couch cushion. 

“I know I’m not that much older than them, but sometimes I feel like I can't keep up.” he chuckled with closed eyes, basking on the quietude that was only ever broken by your giggles.

“Okay, grandpa. Do you want me to leave?” you offered, which made Yoongi open his eyes and look at you. 

By now, the mood lights in the living room had been put into a brighter setting than during the movie, but not uncomfortably so. Yoongi could still see the blush on your cheeks, the hesitation in your eyes and the way your fingers fiddled with each other. 

Yoongi didn’t want you to leave, however. No matter how tired or drained he felt, this was the first time he had a chance to be alone with you all week. And when the last memory he had of a moment like this came along with the feeling of your lips on him, he really wanted you to stay. 

“Not really.” he replied, and maybe it was wishful thinking, but he thought he saw you breathe a little easier. “You, uh, needed help, right?”

“Yeah, but I can just come back another time, I don't mind.” you assured him, always one to worry about his boundaries and need for the occasional alone time. It warmed his heart, in more ways than one. 

“I promise I'm fine, doll. You said something about your book?” Yoongi wasn’t trying to push, in case you changed your mind, but your eager nod as he mentioned it made him sit up a little straighter on the sofa. 

“Okay, so, I was reading chapter eleven again and I really agreed with Joon's notes on it.” you said as you turned a little more to the side, so you were facing him. 

“Which were?”

“It wasn't realistic, the, uh, sexy scene.” you explained with a nibble on your bottom lip, the blush was dusted on your cheeks again. “Just because there are things that I don't exactly know how they happen.”

“Okay. You wanna ask me about it?”

“Sure. But I was hoping that showing me might work better?” there it was, the hesitation again. Your words were already causing something to stir in Yoongi’s lower belly, but he kept his cool. “Maybe. If you're okay with that.”

“You need to tell me what it is first, doll, or I can't tell you that.” he chuckled, hoping it would help you relax a little more around him. 

Not that Yoongi wasn’t having a little moment of nervous anxiety himself, this was you, he didn’t think he’d ever be completely cool about any of this. But he wanted to help you, and he wanted to be good for you. Even if the only chance he ever got to do that was purely platonic. 

“Right, right, just... I feel kinda bad now that we're here.” you said with a frown, reaching out on instinct to thread your pinky through his. 

“Did you change your mind? Because that’s okay, too, we can just forget about it.” Yoongi had to swallow a lump in his throat, but he meant every word. 

“No, not at all... I just feel like I'm using you in a way.” you said, eyes downcast as you looked at your linked fingers. You let out a small laugh, but it was a bitter one. “This is ridiculous, right? I'm sitting here, about to ask you to show me how you get hard. And what do you get in return?”

Yoongi’s breath intake was a little harsh as he held back a groan, fingers flexing of their own accord. In what should be a joke to lighten the mood, but that immediately made him fluster, he said: “An orgasm, maybe?”

“Be serious.” you rolled your pretty eyes, but an even prettier smile broke on your face. 

“I am! Unless you want to see how it goes down naturally as well?” Yoongi really hoped you said no. 

“No, that's not part of it. There's something else I want, but–”

“Oh?”

“–we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” 

The possibilities were making Yoongi’s mind go a little hazy, butterflies that felt more like bats in the cave of his stomach, and his dick was already twitching in his pants. So much so that he feared  he might get hard before you even had the chance to actually see it happen. 

“Kay. How do you wanna do this?”

“Uh, I really didn't think this far.” you admitted sheepishly. 

“Do you wanna help?” Yoongi asked, wondering if you wanted him to pull it out and touch himself into full hardness, or if you wanted in on it. “I can guide you.”

“That might be better, yes.” you nodded, too cute for what was about to happen, and scooted even closer to him so your knees were pressed against his thigh.

Was he really about to do this? Was Yoongi actually going to drop his pants, show you his cock, and let you study him like a guinea pig? God, don’t let this get awkward, he was reasoning to whoever was out there listening. He didn’t want to scare you with it either, as it wouldn’t be good for your kinky-field-search, and even worse for his own pride, so he asked: 

“You don't want to start the chapter with the guy just pulling it out, right?” bringing it back to your book might be easier to set the scene for the two of you, too. “You wanna tease the reader as much as you wanna tease your character.” 

“Yes, yes, of course.”

“You might wanna start with some light making out?” he offered, words taking a turn and missing his brain filter altogether. 

Your eyes widened just a little, instantly dropping to his lips. “Should we?”

“We don't have to. I'm just telling you what might work well on a scene.” he lied. 

“What if I want to?”

Yoongi thought he might be dreaming again as you moved first, leaning closer to him to press your lips together just once, just a peck. Nervous eyes stared up at him as you pulled back but didn’t go all too far. 

“Is this okay?” you asked in a whisper.

“Mm. Shouldn't I be asking that?” Yoongi spoke as quietly as you, his hand reaching out to push your hair behind your ear. 

“I'm not sure.” you looked at his lips again, with a small nervous laugh as your hand rested on his thigh. 

“I’m okay with it.” he told you, holding back from lunging for your lips again. 

“Me too. Definitely.”

That was all Yoongi needed to slip his hand to the back of your neck and drag you into another kiss. This time it was longer, a little harder than the soft peck. He moved his mouth first and you followed suit, slightly parting your lips for his tongue to slip into yours. Your little breathy sounds, paired with the tightening of your hand on his thigh, were making Yoongi a little dizzy. 

You were melting into his kiss, following every lick and every flick of his tongue, allowing him to dictate the pace, deepen the kiss when he wanted. It wasn’t missed on Yoongi how much trust you actually put on him to have these experiences with, and he would make sure you never regretted it. 

Even if nothing ever came of this, he wouldn’t burden you with his broken heart, but continue to support you and be there for you regardless. 

As your hand started moving on his thigh, hiking up, Yoongi groaned against your lips and you swallowed the noise, replying to it with a tiny moan. Yoongi took your bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it gently, which made your hand squeeze at his thigh and he parted his legs for you in an invitation. 

You didn’t move it to where Yoongi wanted and when he let go of your lip and studied your face, he understood why. He could see how reluctant and shy you looked, eyes pleading with him to help you just a little more. 

“It’s okay.” he assured you, voice coming out raspy. “Give me your hand.” 

You put your palm in his and when Yoongi gently tugged it closer to his ever growing bulge, there was no pulling back, no halting. Just the fear of not knowing what to do. You let out a little gasp as Yoongi placed your hand over the outline of his cock, molding your fingers around it so you could feel all of him. 

“Oh my god.” you breathed out with a little laugh. 

“Too much?” he checked, loosening the hold on your hand in case you wished to pull back. 

But now that you were let go of, you didn’t retreat, but started touching him, over his pants, at your own accord. You squeezed a little, testing the pressure, tracing the length, and Yoongi’s head fell against the back of the couch, eyes hooded and stuck on you, reading your every reaction. 

Small sighs and groans left his lips each time you did something he really liked, which made you ask:

“Does it feel nice?” your whole hand was palming at his crotch and he had to suppress the need to push his hips into your hand, only managing to nod. “You look so good like this.” 

The praise was too much, and he didn’t want to cum inside his pants, just from this, so he chose to stare into the ceiling instead. It did little to quell his worries of not lasting long as you took it as an invitation to kiss his neck. Your lips felt as soft as they did against his and the way you let your tongue lick at his heated skin made him bite back a moan. 

“Can I see you?” you asked in a whiny tone, delivered to his ear, making his cock jump. He wondered if you could feel it. 

“Yeah.” Yoongi nodded and you moved your hand back to his thigh, leaving his neck with one last kiss under his jaw. It was his turn to become a little embarrassed as he said: “Uh, you should know, dicks are pretty different from one another, so.”

“I know, I’ve seen dicks before.” you giggled. “I’ve watched porn, Yoon.” 

Right. 

Yoongi cursed at himself, because of course you knew what a dick was supposed to look like. You might be inexperienced when it came to having practice, but you weren’t sheltered, you weren’t naive, and you clearly weren’t innocent; not with the type of stuff you wrote about. At least your giggle calmed him down a little, and his own embarrassment made his impending release recede. 

He pushed his sleeves all the way up to his elbows and pulled the hem of the sweater from the inside of his pants, revealing a small strip of skin of his lower stomach for you. Yoongi didn’t know what your little gasp meant, but he chose to believe it was positive. You adjusted yourself on the couch as his fingers reached his pants’ button and fly, squeezing your thighs together as he pulled them down. 

Not trying to drag this out or make a mystery of it, Yoongi lifted his hips to push his pants and underwear to the middle of his thighs; a quick pull off of a bandaid, so to speak. His cock jumped free, resting against his lower belly. Hard, leaking pre-cum, the tip a familiar shade of darker pink. 

He really regretted not masturbating in the shower before everyone arrived, because at least the edge would be off and Yoongi wouldn’t need to fear getting off the moment you touched him for the first time. 

You didn’t do much at first, and Yoongi was almost afraid to look at you and find disappointment in your eyes. Your eyes were a little glossy as your tongue poked between your pouty lips. When you noticed his gaze was on you, the spell broke and you reacted. 

“You– Uhm. That’s a big one, right?” you asked with a flushed face and neck. “I know I said I’ve seen them, and I know what it’s supposed to be like, but. I didn’t expect it to be so long? And fat.” 

Your choice of words made Yoongi laugh, an actual belly laugh, shaking shoulders and everything. It made your eyes widen as you blinked cutely, clearly embarrassed. 

“Thanks, doll.” he grinned as his laughter subsided. “And yeah, I’m a little above average.” 

“A little?” your eyebrow arched in suspicion as your eyes followed the movement of his hand as he held his cock, squeezing a little to alleviate some of the ache. “Since when are you modest?” 

“Alright, I have a big dick.” he agreed with a shrug as he took a leap of faith and kissed your cheek with a hot smack. 

“That’s more like the Yoongi I know and love.” you giggled, clearly oblivious to the way your words affected him. 

Yoongi knew you meant in a friendly kind of love, he felt the same way towards you. But his feelings went a little beyond that, which caused his heart to clench and expand in his chest as he basked in your love, however innocent and platonic it was. 

“Can I touch you?” you asked and Yoongi really wanted to say you could do anything at all to him. 

“Go ahead.” 

This is the part Yoongi thought would be weird. In his mind, maybe he pictured you poking him in the dick, giggling like a schoolgirl, maybe frowning or looking a little disgusted. God knows that he didn’t really know what to do when he saw a pussy for the first time. 

But you were gentle with the way your fingertips touched him, following the vein on the underside of it, using your thumb to spread the leaking pre-cum around his velvety tip. You were paying attention, yes, and studying him. But it didn’t make him feel under a microscope. If anything, it made Yoongi feel appreciated. 

Your small hand wrapped around his cock and Yoongi sighed, his free hand was resting next to you on the sofa and he had to hold back the urge of touching you. Your thigh was so close to his hand that he could feel the warmth emanating from you, but you hadn’t talked about it yet and he feared you might not like that. 

For now he had to appreciate the feeling of your hand on him, which was more than he ever thought he’d get. 

When you let go of him, Yoongi feared that might be it, all you needed from him tonight, that you’d tell him you gathered all the information you needed for the chapter. He missed your touch already and having to touch himself after you left would not only be sad, but a little pathetic. 

You were full of surprises, however, as you brought your hand to your lips and sucked on your tongue, letting your spit fall on your palm. You did know what you were doing after all, as he didn’t need to instruct you when your hand got back to his cock and you spread your spit all over him. 

There were things you were trying, Yoongi noticed as he let go of his shaft in order to allow you to take over. The more you touched him, the more confident you grew, tugging him a little harder, jerking him a little faster. When you fisted at his tip, your small hand wrapping around it and squeezing as your wrist flicked, Yoongi’s moan was too loud. 

“Oh, you like that.” it wasn’t a question, but an affirmation as you repeated it one more time before dropping your hand in a tight ‘o’ all the way down to his base. 

“Yeah, it’s uhm–sensitive.” 

Yoongi was breathing heavily as you tugged and stroked his cock. You were a little messy, a bit awkward at times, not really following a steady rhythm, but Yoongi found out that he liked that. 

“I can feel you pulsing.” you commented in awe, letting out small whines that were half the cause for that very throbbing you were feeling against your palm. “Does that mean you’re close?” 

“Not always.” he shook his head, not sure if he rather look at his cock disappearing and poking out from your fist, or your pretty face as you were obviously getting hot and bothered by this. “But I am.” 

That last information seemed to light a whole new fire within you, making your movements a little more firm and determined. You teased his slit with your thumb as the rest of your hand worked on the underside of his head, making him let out raspy moans, sweat starting to cling at his skin. 

It took him completely by surprise as your free hand dipped into his hair and you stared at his lips until Yoongi took the hint and leaned in the rest of the way to capture your lips with his. He couldn’t really kiss you properly, not in the way that he wanted to, and it basically meant that he was moaning against your lips and licking around your mouth more than actually kissing, but it was tearing whines from you either way, and your movements never stopped. 

“Gonna cum, baby–” 

The term of endearment was a slip, one that Yoongi would justify by being in the throes of the moment if you ever asked him about it, and not because he dreamed about calling you baby for years now. You didn’t complain, however, as you flicked your wrist in an upstroke, in that way you already knew he liked, and you squeezed at his hair just as he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

Yoongi felt his lower stomach tense, his cock throb as it felt impossibly hard and borderline painful. He let go of what was holding him back and allowed himself to enjoy the pleasure the girl of his dreams was giving him; thick ribbons of white shooting out of his tip as he groaned what sounded a lot like your name. 

You pulled away from his lips to look as the last strings leaked out, movements slowing down, but not completely stopping. 

“That was beautiful.” you said in that breathy tone that let Yoongi know you were affected. “You’re so beautiful, Yoongi.” 

“Stop that.” he chuckled, cheeks flustered as he watched you milk his cock of the last drops. “I’m the one who had an orgasm, you’re not supposed to be the delirious one.”

“I mean it.” you assured him, not an ounce of doubt in your words. “You’re incredible.” 

"You're the one who did all the work, doll." 

You giggled softly because you agreed, letting his softening cock go as you rested it against his stomach. Clearly you didn't know what to do next, and Yoongi intended on getting up to clean himself up, grab some tissues to clean your hand, he just needed a couple of minutes to catch his breath. 

Yoongi watched as you brought your dirty hand to your face to sniff his release and then swipe your tongue, licking at his cum. It made him groan and intake a breath, wanting to laugh at your childish curiosity. Your nose scrunched a little, obviously surprised, but you weren't gaging, which was a good thing. 

"That's stronger than I thought." was your conclusion. "Not horrible, though."

Yoongi wanted to tell you that the taste and the way cum looked changed a little,  depending on how many times and how often people with dicks had sex or masturbated, but that would include telling you that his sex life was practically nonexistent and even his solo time was cut short by his long studio hours. 

"Can I wash my hands on your sink?" you asked  already up from the couch and walking a little funny as you tried to play it cool. 

"Sure."

Yoongi could only imagine why you were walking like that, wondering if your panties were so wet with your arousal that you were a little uncomfortable. Of course that would mean that you actually enjoyed yourself while jerking him off, that it wasn't purely for your research. 

And then again, didn't he already know that? He saw the way you looked at him, he heard your little mewls and moans and you didn't have to kiss him like that but you still did. 

When you got back to the couch, your hand was clean and you were offering him a paper towel so he could clean himself too, realizing then that he was just sitting there, pants still around his thighs and cock out. He felt a little silly, but took the paper and wiped himself as best as he could before tucking himself back into his underwear and buttoning his pants in place. 

"I had fun tonight." you told him, in what should be a way of saying goodbye, but it didn't match the way you settled on his couch once more, folding your legs under you  

"Yeah? You seemed to enjoy the movie." Yoongi turned toward you after bunching the paper towel in a sticky ball and throwing it at his center table. 

"I mean with you." you half whispered, tapping your bottom lip as an irrational movement, which inevitably dragged Yoongi’s eyes to them. "I'm glad I came to you with this."

"So you haven't changed your mind?" 

You shook your head, lighting up with a smile as you said: "I'm excited to try more." 

"Like what?" Yoongi had suggestions of his own, but this was about you so he didn't want to project his own wishes and wants on you. 

And, thankfully, you were pretty good at telling him what you wanted, despite how shy you got while at it. 

"Maybe you could do something to me next time?" you offered, Yoongi nodded. "Like… whatever you feel like."

"Want me to eat you out?" 

"Are you offering or asking me?" you replied, eyes a little wide, breath a little dragged. 

"Same thing, doll." 

"Okay." 

You agreed softly and it was all Yoongi needed to pull his legs up and crawl to you. Your eyes only grew as you watched him approach, hands resting on his chest as he began laying you down on his couch, gazes stuck to each other. 

“Y–you mean n–now?” you stuttered and even that sounded cute to Yoongi. 

“Is that okay?” he paused, nose an inch away from yours. 

“Yeah.” you sighed, letting your back fall against the couch, head resting on the arm of the sofa. 

“Stop me anytime you want.” Yoongi told you, leaning forward to peck your lips. “Or tell me to keep going when you like something.” 

“I’m convinced I’ll like everything coming from you.” you admitted with a shy chuckle, hands on each side of Yoongi’s neck as you kept him there to kiss his lips a little longer. 

“I sure hope so.” his laugh was easy, as was everything when it came to you. No matter how complicated his feelings were. 

Yoongi dragged his lips against your skin, from your jaw and down to your throat. Your legs parted for him to fit in between them and as your hands got lost in his long hair, making him grunt appreciatively each time you pulled, it felt like an invitation for him to touch you, to feel you. He trusted that you would stop him if you didn’t want any of it, and you never did. 

This didn’t feel like an agreement, didn’t feel like he was doing you a favor by showing you how things worked, making you feel things for the sake of gathering experience for your book. So it was easy to forget that’s all it was, and even easier to feel like you were lovers. 

Yoongi’s hands were roaming your body, touching your sides until he reached your thigh. His mouth was opening and closing against your neck, tongue licking at your skin as you squirmed under him, letting out the prettiest moans. More than anything, he wanted to bite you, leave a pretty bruise on your skin, mark you as his. 

But you weren’t. So he couldn’t. 

“Yoon, please.” you pleaded, so sweetly that it made his cock stir inside his pants. 

Yoongi could never deny you, he wasn’t about to start now. Pulling back from you to kneel between your legs, he was slow with the way he raised the skirt of your overalls, just enough to let him see your bottom half, the softness of your lower stomach and your cute belly button. He didn't want to seem too greedy and raise it up too much. 

Even though he was. 

You were wearing black panties, a little sheer, delicate fabric, with tiny lace frills around the elastic band and an even tinier bow at the front. It wasn’t the kind of underwear one wore if no one was about to see them. It made him wonder if you picked those for him. 

Did you wear them just in case? Did you worry about him liking it? 

The way you were staring at him expectantly let him know that you did. 

“I like these.” he told you and you smiled with pink cheeks. “Were you thinking of me when you chose to wear them?” 

“I bought them for you.” you admitted with a squirm, threatening to close your legs, but his body was on the way. “I didn’t really have any reasons to own lingerie before.” 

Does the top match? He wanted to ask, but refrained from it. All in due time. 

Yoongi touched your knees, thighs, feeling your smooth skin under his fingertips, all the way up your hips to hook his fingers on the elastic bands. “Is it okay if I take them off?” 

“Uh–” you hesitated, which made Yoongi worry. He started to retrieve his hands when you held onto his wrists to keep them there. “Yeah, it’s fine, just– What if you think I look weird?” 

“You could never look weird, doll.” he marveled. 

You huffed in a ‘how would you know’ way and chided: “I hope you know you’ll be the first to see me like this.” as if he didn’t know. As if he wasn’t fucking proud of that. “Well, you and the brazilian lady from the waxing place yesterday, but I don’t think she counts.” 

“I can live with that.” 

He could also live here. With you under him. On his couch. Sharing his space. Your laughs filling the silence of his home, your touches filling the empty spots of his heart. 

When you let go of his wrists and lifted your hips, Yoongi pulled your underwear down your legs, trying not to stare, but unable to look away as you were revealed for him. You were perfect, but he knew you would be. Soft lips, looking a little puffy as your arousal clinged to you, making you all shiny and delicious. 

You spread your legs a little wider, opening yourself to him, inviting him in. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, there was no question about it. Yoongi had never been rendered speechless like this before, hands resting on your legs as he just… Breathed. 

Hard. 

Heavy. 

You reached out for his wrist, squeezing it, thumb caressing his skin in a way that was soothing, as if he was the one that needed reassurance. It was enough to make him snap out of whatever trance he was under and lean down to lay on the couch, between your legs, and start to kiss the inside of your thigh. 

“Oh, fuck.” 

He had never heard you curse like that before, and it made him greedy to hear more of that. Yoongi trailed kisses on your skin, moving closer and closer to your pussy until he reached it. Yoongi didn’t want to overwhelm you, but he couldn’t really go slow, not when he was dying to taste you. 

His tongue slipped out of his mouth and dipped between your folds, licking a stripe all the way up. Your moan was worth it, your taste was better than he could have expected. 

“How’s that?” Yoongi checked in with you, peppering kisses all over your lips before moving his tongue up and down your soaking cunt. 

“That–shit, I– my god, Yoongi!” 

“That good, huh?” he chuckled close to your pussy so you would feel the vibrations and it made you arch your back. 

“Can you just– keep going?” 

Yoongi looked at you from between your legs, noticing the lip worried between your teeth, your half lidded gaze, the hands resting on your lower stomach as you squeezed the suede fabric of your dress. 

His hands slipped under your thighs and he pulled you down with strong arms, making you squeal and cry out as his mouth latched onto your pussy and he ate you like a man starved. Yoongi was good at it, if he said so himself, and he was about to prove it to you. 

His tongue was quick and purposeful as he explored your pussy, teasing your hole with little circles, only to drag all the way up to your clit. He was drinking from you, swallowing hard, using his lips and tongue to make you feel good. You weren’t able to stay quiet, it seemed, hips starting to rock at their own accord. 

“You taste so fucking good.” he told you, and it was true. 

“You feel really good, too.” you admitted with a long, dragged moan. 

His lips formed a pout around your clit and Yoongi held it there, sucking softly with rhythmic movements of his tongue around it. That’s when your hand grabbed onto his hair and you held on for dear life, keeping him there. Not that he would dare move as your moans and the clenching of your cunt under him were telling him you were close. 

It was more than a little exciting, to know he was the first to taste you, the first to make you unravel like this, the first person to make you cum. In a way, even if nothing serious came out of this, Yoongi would still forever be your first. He hoped you’d always remember him like this, with his face shoved between your legs. A more selfish part of him hoped no one would ever be this good to you, no one would make you moan and cry so loud that the neighbors might hear. 

Yoongi could worry about those implications later, for now he would focus on making you cum on his tongue. 

“Oh fuck, I’m so close, please don’t stop, please–” 

Your pleas and moans were desperate, making Yoongi almost start to hump his own couch just to find relief for his bulge that was already swollen and begging for attention. The sting on his scalp was painful, but he loved it, especially because it meant you were enjoying yourself. 

Yoongi’s sole focus was on your clit, drawing quick circles with the flat of his tongue, until a cry of his name made his ears buzz and his eyes roll to the back of his head as you started trembling underneath him, your orgasm washing over you. Your thighs closed around his head, keeping him there, and he continued to lick you through your climax, a little gentler this time, so that you could enjoy that feeling for as long as possible. 

Only when your hand dropped from his hair and your legs fell open, did he stop. 

You were both breathless when Yoongi pulled away to lay down next to you. He was so drunk on you and your taste on his lips that he didn’t let his overthinking get the best of him. Yoongi simply pulled you into his chest, and you willingly clung to him, laying on your side, as you tried to regulate your breathing. 

“If that’s how it always feels, I’m really fucking mad at myself for not doing this before.” you giggled, but it was muffled by his chest. 

“That’s how it always feels with me.” Yoongi pointed out, letting himself brag. “Unfortunately, most guys out there don’t know where anything is.”

“Oh.” you looked up at him with somewhat wet eyes and red bitten lips. “Well. I might just keep coming back to you, then.” 

“That’s fine with me, doll.” 

OCTOBER 11TH | 16:05

If one wanted to find Min Yoongi, chances were, he’d be in his studio. His workspace, located in a tall building in Yeongsan, was where he spent most of his days, including weekends. The studio, affectionately named Genius Lab, had everything Yoongi needed; his desk filled with the best equipment for recording and producing, a couch where he could nap whenever he was too tired to function properly, a mini fridge where he kept a few drinks and quick snacks, and dark decor and lighting that made the space entertaining and homey enough. 

On a good day, he’d be in the zone. So focused on whatever he was working on that day that the world could be falling to pieces outside of his soundproof walls, there could be a zombie outbreak, and Yoongi wouldn’t even notice it. 

But then there were days like today. 

Yoongi had been going over the same verse for what felt like the thousandth time and he simply did not like how it sounded, his metaphors weren’t good enough, the flow was weak. And the producer, lyricist and rapper wasn’t the kind to just easily move on to the next project, come back to this later with a clearer mind. No, Yoongi would obsess over something and only actually move forward once he fixed what needed fixing. 

His back was killing him from being hunched over his keyboard for the last however many minutes, his neck felt stiff, and he was stressed. Grabbing for his phone on his desk, Yoongi noticed two things. 

Firstly, it was the middle of the afternoon already, when he thought it was just after lunch, so maybe he was stuck on this one song for longer than he hoped. 

And, secondly, Yoongi missed you. 

Now, he didn’t have it that bad for you that simply looking at the time reminded him of you, no. But your face was the image that greeted him when he awoke his sleeping phone, staring back at him, right on his screen background. Again, he was that obsessed to have made you his wallpaper, you had done it yourself, just five days ago, in what he was sure was supposed to be a joke, a lesson to not leave his phone unattended next to you. 

Yoongi just didn’t have the time to change it back to the picture of his family dog just yet. 

Things between the two of you had been going steady for the past few weeks now, almost a whole month ever since you walked into this very room and asked him to help you learn things for your book. You saw each other a few times every week, either with your friends or just you and him, but something always happened. 

Either hidden kisses and stolen moments behind the boys’ backs, or you’d go to his apartment over the weekend and stay the night. Your sessions usually involved a lot of making out, some heavy groping, handjobs, fingering or he’d eat you out. You always had lots of questions for him, which he did his best to answer with examples and practicing time. 

Yoongi wondered if you were as affected by it as he was. Sometimes he asked himself if your yearning eyes, long lasting touches and sweet kisses even after you were done meant something to you as much as they meant to him. He didn’t think you were a cruel person to pretend not to notice how infatuated he was with you, but there were only so many times one could call another person baby or fall asleep holding each other, before one starts to wonder if there’s something more there. 

As Yoongi’s phone turned dark again, he wondered if you were busy. You lived fairly close to his work, everyone in the building pretty much already knew you, so he wouldn’t get in trouble if you came over. He could use a distraction, maybe you could have something to drink at the coffee shop downstairs, it’s been a while since you met there for an afternoon snack. 

To say that escalated would be an understatement. Yoongi didn’t message you with those intentions in mind, but after reading the text conversation again, he could understand how he sounded. The man was slightly awkward when it came to texting, much preferring calls or talking in person. You were always full of emojis and funny ways of communicating, which he thought was cute. 

But then again, Yoongi thought everything you did was cute. 

And he had exactly twenty minutes to get his shit together and stop acting like such a simp, as that was the time that it took for you to walk from your apartment to his studio. A little more than that if you were in your pajamas and had to change before leaving the house. 

At the knock on his door, Yoongi got up to unlock his studio and let you in, but before he could even say hello, you were throwing your arms around his neck and pressing your lips against his. Just a smack of your lips, but still enough to surprise Yoongi. 

“Hi.” you whispered with a little smile. You had never greeted him like this before, especially not in the middle of the hallway, where anyone could see. 

“Hey–” Yoongi finally snapped out of it as you slipped your shoes off and walked into the room, going straight to the couch. “I swear this isn’t a booty call.” 

He didn’t really know why he felt the need to reiterate his pure intentions, lest you think that’s the only reason he had to want you over. 

“I know, I was just messing with you.” you giggled as you folded your legs under yourself and Yoongi took a breath of relief. “I just guessed you either wanted to show me something new or a distraction from your genius creations.” 

Yoongi scoffed lightly as he walked back to his chair, dropping down onto it with a squeak. “Got nothing genius to share today, I’m afraid.” 

“New project giving you a hard time?” you asked, leaning forward and tilting your head as you watched him. 

“You could say that.” Yoongi nodded, bringing a thumb to his mouth to bite and pull at the little piece of skin that had been bothering him for the past hour. 

“Is it for the important meeting you have next week?” you asked as you pulled his hand away from his mouth and brought it to your own lips to kiss at the corner of his finger as you noticed how red it looked. 

And this shit right here, this is exactly what he meant. There’s no way you didn’t feel something for him, when you did things like these, right? Wishful thinking or not, it made Yoongi’s heart swoon and his cheeks feel hot. 

“Not at all, so I guess I have two reasons to be worried.” his laugh was void of amusement and filled with self-deprecation. 

“Oh, no.” you scrunched your nose, only now letting go of his hand. “Honestly, Yoon, you have no reason to worry at all. Not about the meeting, not about whatever project is being annoying. You’re great. You’re more than great, you’re the best producer I know.”

“Do you know many producers?” Yoongi challenged you with a cocked eyebrow, and this time his laugh was a little more real. 

“At least two.” you pointed out in a matter of factly way. “And don’t tell Hobi, but you’re my favorite one.”

“How can I be sure you don’t tell him the same thing?”

“I guess you’ll never know.” you grinned, white teeth behind a dark lipstick smile. Now that autumn was in full swing, your wardrobe and seasonal makeup were changing, it seemed. “Is that for Agust D or someone else?”

You were nodding at his computer screen behind him, which was still opened in the latest mixing program he used to add his vocals to the melody he already had.  

“That’s mine, yeah.”

“What’s the problem with it?” you got up from the couch, walking to the desk and leaning over it with your hands flat on the wood top. Yoongi turned his chair to face you, smiling at the lines on your forehead as you tried to figure out what all of the lines, splits and soundwaves meant. 

“Not sure I like it.” he told you with a long, dragged out sigh. 

“Can I hear what you have so far?” you asked as you turned to him instead of the monitor. 

And, the thing was, Yoongi never let anybody hear his songs before he was 100% happy with it. Not Hoseok. Not Pdogg. Not even Bang PD and that was his boss. But you were looking at him so expectantly, and you were always so excited to be one of the firsts to hear his music that he couldn’t say no to you. Ever. 

Yoongi nodded and your sweet smile was already enough to calm his nerves and ill intended feelings towards his music. 

Yoongi rolled his chair a little closer to you, so he could reach for his mouse and move the song back to the start so he could play it for you, but you took it as an invitation to sit on his lap. Not that he wouldn’t actually invite you if he thought it was an option. Which he didn’t. But he was glad that it was. 

The producer was also glad for the way that you so naturally fit there, sitting on his leg, one arm naturally circling his shoulders as his wrapped around your waist to make sure you were balanced. 

“What is it called?” you were asking, looking at him from so close that he could see the little freckle on your eye. 

“People.” 

Yoongi pressed the right button with the mouse and adjusted the volume of the song so you could hear everything as one and not be deafened by the bass that he was working on previously. The song sounded a little different from what he was used to putting out, like ‘Agust D’, ‘Give it to me’ or ‘The last’, which was probably the reason he was feeling so weird about it in the first place. 

It’s not that he didn’t like the song itself, but he was worried that it was not what people expected of him. 

You were nodding your head as you both listened to it playing, trying to school your features in an attempt to not let it show how you felt about it. But when it got to the chorus, you couldn’t hold back the smile that was pushed onto your lips as you heard him sing. 

Yoongi avoided looking at you after that, as his own smile was difficult to contain. 

When the song came to an end, you turned to him with the biggest grin, and Yoongi’s cheeks were puffed as she smiled at your reactions; internally rolling his eyes at himself and his inability of keeping a straight face when it came to you and his music. 

“So, what’s wrong with it?” you asked as the hand that was around his shoulders touched the back of his neck, nails scratching at his nape. 

“I–” Yoongi sighed, almost purred, relaxing into your touch, forehead resting on your cheek as he couldn’t help himself. “Don’t remember.” 

“That sounds more like it.” you giggled, wrapping the other arm around him as he did the same to your middle. “All you needed was to get out of your head a little, huh?” 

“I guess.” 

And you. He definitely needed you. To wordlessly assure him his song was good, to enjoy listening to it, making him laugh and breathe and stop overthinking. You barely did anything at all and yet it felt like so much. 

“Glad I could help.” you were smiling. Yoongi could feel it even if he couldn’t see it. 

“You always do.” 

“I can… You know?” you started softly, almost hesitantly, and Yoongi pulled back enough to look at you. Explaining, you said: “Help you.” 

“You just did.” he insisted, but Yoongi could read it in your eyes that there was something more. 

“No, I mean… This arrangement doesn’t have to be just for me.” your eyes dropped to his lips and Yoongi licked at his bottom lip on instinct, something inside him stirring into life. “I’m here if you need me. For whatever.” 

“Doll.” 

It was a warning, but Yoongi wasn’t sure of what. Was he warning you that he might say yes? That he might be falling for you? At this point it felt like it was too late to warn you about that last one. 

“Would you let me?” you asked, a little more steadily, hand touching the side of his face, thumb running across his cheek. “Let me take care of you.” 

“Okay.” 

“Can I kiss you?” 

Yoongi nodded, even if you didn’t even have to ask. This was dangerous, at least for the man, as kissing you was easily becoming one of his favorite things to do. He hugged you a little tighter as you started placing tiny kisses against his lips, just because. And then your mouth pressed against his, properly this time, and it stayed there for a while longer. 

You were dictating the pace and the intensity of the kiss, and Yoongi let you. He wanted to see how far you would take this, how you intended on taking care of him, so he followed your lead, moving his lips against yours only when you did so. Your tongue slipped past your lips to lick at his and Yoongi parted his mouth and chased yours.

Only for you to pull back with a teasing little smile and playful eyes. 

“What a greedy boy.” you whispered, the hand on his nape slipping into his hair. 

“Baby, please.” Yoongi heard himself saying, avoiding your eyes. 

“Hm. I like that.” with a stronger hold of his hair, you made his neck bend backwards. 

Yoongi gasped in surprise and asked: “When I say please?” 

“When you call me baby.” 

You were smiling against his neck as you kissed just under his jaw, teeth nipping at his skin and Yoongi wanted you to claim him just as much as he wished he could claim you. 

Yoongi’s hands were around you, squeezing you, pressing his fingertips as he tried to feel more of you. Your sweet smile was the last thing he saw when his eyes fluttered closed and you kissed his lips. Really kissed, squeezing his long hair between your fingers once more, slipping your tongue past his lips to lick at his. 

Your lips moved in sync, dragging over each other’s, with so much more familiarity than the first time you kissed, but the bat-like butterflies were still there. Yoongi knew the taste of your lips, and he knew you liked it when he sucked on your bottom lip or pushed his tongue deeper into your mouth to take control back.

Your little, breathy moan was swallowed by Yoongi as his hand dropped to your ass and he squeezed. 

“I’m supposed to be taking care of you, babe.” you said with a little whine and Yoongi’s body twitched with the new pet name. 

“How are you planning on doing that?” he challenged, staring at your swollen bottom lip, taking it into his mouth before you had the chance to reply. 

With a new moan, eyes closing shut, your hand slid down Yoongi’s body, between his legs, to palm his growing bulge. Yoongi hissed and let go of your lip, spreading his legs wider and shamelessly so you’d have more space to work with. 

“Let me show you.” 

With one last press of your mouths, you left his lap and sunk down to the floor, sitting on your feet between his legs, thighs pressed together as your small hands rested atop his. Yoongi’s breath got caught up in his throat as this was a sight he longed to see for longer than he’d ever openly admit. 

Up until this point in your arrangement, you hadn’t yet done what you were so clearly hinting at. You hadn’t reached that part of your book just yet, but it was just another proof that today wasn’t about your book, but about Yoongi. As long as you wanted it too, so he checked:

“You know you don’t have to, right?” his hand landed softly on top of yours as he caressed your smooth skin. 

“I want you, Yoongi.” 

The way you said those words made Yoongi believe in much more than what you were about to do right now. It gave him hope that, maybe, one day they would be true the way he wanted them to be. 

You scooted just a little closer to his legs, cheek rubbing on the inside of his thigh as you laid your head there, staring up at him with uncertain eyes that told him you weren’t quite sure what to do. But Yoongi didn’t hurry you, more than okay with following your pace, letting you explore and experiment. 

Just as long as he could keep looking at you like this. 

A gentle hand touched your face, tracing the curve of your nose, down to the shape of your cupid's bow, pulling gently on your bottom lip to see it part. You closed your eyes as you basked in his caresses, mouth opening to lick at the pad of Yoongi’s thumb making not only his breath grow heavy, but his dick twitch in his pants. 

“My pretty girl.” Yoongi’s words left him without much thought. 

“Yeah?” you sighed, eyes fluttering as your face pulled away from his legs and your hands reached for the waistband of his pants. “Are you claiming me?” 

Yoongi felt hot all over, in his cheeks, in his chest, toes curling inside his studio slippers. You had no idea just how badly he wanted to claim you, in every sense of the word. 

He lifted his hips higher as you pulled his trousers down his legs; not sure if this was the best day to not wear anything else under his soft cotton pants. It made your job easier and it cut back on the teasing, but when his cock sprung free, already hard and ready, your eyes widened slightly with overwhelming. 

You tried not to let it show, or maybe you were just a little more eager to see him bare, letting the pants fall around his ankles as he spread his legs just a little wider. Yoongi was past the point of feeling self conscious about showing himself to you like this, letting your curious eyes roam all of him, but this was a new angle for you, and he wondered what you were thinking. 

You held his cock from the base, raising a little on your knees to reach his tip. Your hand wrapping around him was familiar, he knew your grip, the feel of your smooth fingers. But the feeling of your lips dragging up his shaft was brand new, as was the wetness of your tongue as you licked at the tip. 

Yoongi pushed the backrest of his chair a little further back to recline it, hands holding tightly onto the arm rests on each side of him. Suddenly his shirt felt too hot as it started clinging to his chest, but removing it felt like too much for right now, even for him. 

You teased the slit of his cock with the tip of your tongue, swirling it around the crown, hand moving up and down slowly, as if you had done this a million times before, as if you knew what Yoongi liked. The slide of your hand was a little dry, so you pulled away from him to spit on your palm and make it better. 

Yoongi’s breath hitched and came out as a slow moan as you wrapped your lips around his tip once you returned to what you were doing, looking up at him as if asking if it was okay. 

“You’re doing so well, baby.” he told you in a raspy voice that made your eyes flutter. “Keep going.” 

You nodded, seemingly forgetting you had a cock in your mouth, which made it slide just a little deeper into your mouth. It made Yoongi moan a little louder as he felt more of the warmth of your mouth, and you liked that, sinking down just a little further until you both felt the moment he hit the back of your throat. 

You sputtered with surprise, pulling off of him as you held back a cough with a hand over your lips. 

“Easy, baby. Don’t want to hurt you.” he assured you with a fond smile. “You’ll learn to deepthroat with time.” 

“Wanna make you feel good, Yoon.” you pouted, bringing your lips to his cock again. 

“You are.” he nodded through half lidded eyes, fingers twitching on the arm rests as he controlled the urge to hold you by the hair or back of your head. “Just put it in your mouth. Suck a little.” 

You did exactly that, wrapping pouty lips around the tip, moving your tongue around it inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you gave it experimental sucks. You hummed as his pre-cum dribbled out of him and onto your tongue, and Yoongi’s eyes rolled as he heard you audibly swallow. 

“Fuck, that’s it.” he cursed low and heavy. 

A little more confident, your lips dragged down his cock, pushing a little more of him inside, sliding on the flat of your tongue. Whatever you couldn’t fit inside –which was a lot–, you worked with your hand in tugs and strokes. You looked so perfect like this, spit coming out of the corners of your mouth, tears brimming your eyes, jaw probably aching to accommodate his girth. 

When you pulled out again it was in search of air, breathing as hard as he was. Your hand stroked Yoongi’s cock in that way you already knew he liked, closing a fist around the head as you twisted your wrist and pumped up and down. You were mouthing on his shaft, licking and sucking on his skin, tracing the engorged vein. 

Instead of making it up to the top again, your lips dragged down and down and Yoongi’s heart was in his throat. Your mouth was hot and wet as you took one of his heavy balls into your mouth, eyes on his face as if to ask if that was okay. 

“Shit, that’s nice–” he made sure to tell you, no longer able to control his hands on his sides. 

He held you by the back of your neck with a firm hold, squeezing  your nape to encourage you to suck a little harder, which he instantly regretted as it made his lower stomach tense. Yoongi tugged gently on your hair to pull you off his sac and it should be illegal how innocent and wide eyes you looked during such an act. 

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” you asked with a scratchy voice, which made you frown and Yoongi chuckle. 

“No, doll, that was too good.” he sighed a breathy gasp. 

“Oh.” you smiled, a little shy, hand never stopping the long tugs of his cock. With a giggle, you admitted: “I think I like sucking you off.” 

“Yeah?” Yoongi’s smile was still fond, despite the tension on his limbs and the sweat covering his body. “Think you can make me cum like this, hm?”

You nodded with vigor, not an ounce of doubt in your stance. Yoongi chuckled, but it would hardly be a challenge when you were getting him so close to his end already. 

A jolt of hot, white pleasure coursed through him as you mouth was on him again, fingers tightening on your hair as you covered your teeth with your lips as you sunk down and sucked harder as you pulled off. You started bobbing on his cock, pumping his shaft, fist connected to your lips to give Yoongi the feeling of being buried deep into your wet mouth. 

You started sinking lower and lower, not taking him all the way, but Yoongi felt your throat open and contract around him as you tried and tried to push him as deep as you could. Yoongi was a mindless mess, nothing else existed outside of his studio, nothing else mattered but the pure bliss you were inflicting on him. 

With droopy eyes, Yoongi watched you make a mess out of him, spit leaking from your mouth and covering your fingers and his cock. His cock was throbbing, painfully hard, twitching in time with his untamed moans that only made you keep going. 

Your free hand cradled his balls gently, squeezing as they felt heavier, drawing up as his lower stomach tensed. He wanted to hold your pretty face in place and fuck his cook deep down your throat, but it was much too soon for that. Instead, he just sat there, about to go insane with how good you were making him feel. 

Yoongi had no warning words for you, but you didn’t need them as you read the familiar signs of when he was about to cum; the pulsing of the fat vein on the underside, the twitches of his muscles, the groans and rough moans he wasn’t trying to contain anymore. 

Your lips stayed around his crown, tongue swirling and twirling around it with little sucks of your mouth as your fist twisted just under the tip. That and the harder squeeze of his balls was too much for him to hold back from. Yoongi felt his whole body flush, jolting with pure ecstasy that pushed him a little deeper, just as his orgasm hit him like a truck. 

He spilled inside your mouth with thick ribbons of white and you closed your eyes as you let him use your mouth. You were humming, he thought he heard it through his ringing ears, as you swallowed his load like a good girl. 

Some of it escaped from the corner of your mouth and you licked it clean after you pulled off of him once you milked the last drop of his release. Yoongi was breathing hard, with a stupidly proud grin on his face as you gave his softening cock little kisses. 

“Was that acceptable?” you asked with those innocent eyes again. 

“It was great, doll.” he nodded with a gummy smile, eyes closed as his hand dropped from the back of your head. “More than great. It was perfect.”

You were giggling as you stood up on wobbly legs, pulling Yoongi’s pants along. “I’ll believe you once you're not drunk on your orgasm.” 

“Ask me again in ten minutes then.” he laughed, settling his pants around his hips and reaching for you. 

“Does that mean I get to stay a little more?” you beamed, sitting on his lap, resting your red cheek against his shoulder. 

“You can stay all day if you want.” You could stay forever.

OCTOBER 19TH | 17:26

Yoongi avoided leaving his studio in the middle of his workday. Not only did he have deadlines he had to match, but it was his safe space. A place that more often than not felt like his home more than his own apartment. But he didn’t mind leaving Genius Lab if it meant he got to see you for an hour, share a cup of coffee in the place that meant so much for the two of you. 

The coffee shop across the street from the music company he worked for was the very place the two of you had met all those years ago. In an afternoon much like this one, where the autumn leaves were stuck to the wet pavement, a light rain was falling over central Seoul and the weather made you dress a little warmer. 

That day you had been searching for a change of scenery as you wrote what would soon become your first published book, and Yoongi was looking for a different background after staring at his computer screen all day. 

As he crossed the street, hands deep in his military-green jacket, hair partially hidden by a black beanie, Yoongi could already see you sitting at your preferred spot, by the big glass wall. Yoongi much rather sit deep into the shop, as the busy passers-by always posed a distraction to him whenever he tried to write lyrics outside of his usual set up. 

You, however, always said that you liked to watch people walking by, often getting lost in watching the life outside the café. You were both writers, he supposed. But while he wrote songs to sing or rap, you built worlds for people to get lost in. 

Yoongi could never do what you did. 

He was about to knock on the glass, wave at you to show he arrived and was coming in, but as a guy approached you and took your attention completely, Yoongi froze. He knew who the guy was, having been served by the man many times during his visits to the coffee shop. And he also knew that Kai had a not so secret and very obvious crush on you. 

Yoongi couldn’t blame the guy, he was in the same boat afterall, and you seemed oblivious to both of their infatuations with you. But it always rubbed Yoongi the wrong way, especially now. Even if he knew that this agreement you had going on gave him absolutely no claim over you whatsoever. 

In fact, it made Yoongi’s throat feel a little dry as he realized that he wasn’t just teaching you things you could use in your book, but you could also use in real life. With other guys. With guys like Kai. 

Not that hooking up with him –if he could even really call it that– would mean any great changes in your life. You were naturally flirty, but not obnoxiously so. And you were already confident, never afraid of speaking your mind, a social butterfly that made friends with anyone, anywhere. 

All Yoongi was doing was taking the pressure off. 

By sharing these experiences with you, all he did was make sure that your “firsts” were with someone you trusted, someone you wouldn’t regret down the line. Even if virginity was just a concept created by society to control and overpower women over the centuries and dictate their values, it was still kind of a big deal. 

But once you were done with that unnecessary pressure, you’d be free to have all of the one night stands and adventures that your heart desired. You said so yourself, you never had them before because that’s not how you envisioned your first time. 

Yoongi didn’t think that’s what you had in mind when you asked for his help, and he was positive you were focused on writing your book and that was it. But it didn’t mean that you wouldn’t realize this once you were done with the novel. Once you were done with him. 

“Hey!” the knocking on the glass, coming from the inside, made Yoongi jump. You were looking at him expectantly with that sweet smile of yours, a little wave as you called him in. "Aren't you coming?"

"Yeah, yeah." 

By the time Yoongi walked into the neutral colored coffee shop, Kai was already gone and you were closing the lid of your laptop, waiting for him to walk to you. 

The smell of coffee and fresh pastries attacked Yoongi’s stomach, reminding him he had skipped lunch; a fact you’d definitely scold him for if you found out. He’d order something to eat in a bit, Kai never spent too long without an excuse to go back to your table anyway, at least he could do some work while blatantly flirting with you. 

“What were you doing out there?” you asked him with an amused smile, looking cute in your mustard-yellow knitted sweater. 

“Thought I forgot my phone for a sec.” he lied, patting the device on his pocket just to make sure he hadn’t actually. 

“I highly doubt you would, that’s like an appendage to you at this point.” you joked, pushing the plate with an orange muffin towards Yoongi. “Here. Eat.”

“How–”

“How did I know you didn’t eat? Call it an educated guess.” you jutted out your chin, resting back against your chair and taking a sip of your drink. You were having a hot chocolate today, which wasn't surprising as it was your drink of choice whenever the weather started to turn cold. “I like to think I know you pretty well, Yoon.” 

“If you really knew me, you’d have coffee waiting too.” Yoongi grumbled, using it to cover the fact that the knowledge you had of him and his habits made him a little giddy. 

“Nope, not until you eat. I don’t want you developing stomach problems with the amount of caffeine you already drink.”

You shook your head, blowing on your hot chocolate before taking another sip. Yoongi listened to you, as he always did, and plucked pieces of the muffin to take into his mouth. This was his favorite baked good from this coffee shop, something he had never tried before you showed up in his life. 

Now it was his usual order, his guilty pleasure to indulge in whenever he had a craving for something sweet. It didn’t have anything to do with you, he always tried to convince himself, it was just another one of his habits. 

“Were you writing?” Yoongi asked as you seemed distracted watching a woman walk a small dog outside. The dog was wearing even smaller rain boots, which was no doubt the reason for your delighted smile. 

“Mhm, I’m making progress, thankfully.” you nodded, attention moving back to him. “Thanks to you.”

“You’re the writer, I’m not doing anything.” he shrugged noncommittally, swallowing the last piece of his muffin.  

“We both know that’s not true.” after noticing he was done eating, you looked at the counter of the shop, lifting your hand in a thumbs up that made Kai nod in the distance. “You’re helping me in an unconventional way, but you are.”

“As long as it’s really helping.” 

Not even a minute later, Kai was back at your table, greeting Yoongi with an ‘afternoon, hyung’ and placing a coffee in front of him. One Yoongi hadn’t ordered or paid for. You had a proud little smile pulling on your berry-lipstick-lips, raising an eyebrow as if challenging Yoongi to say you didn’t know him again. 

“I think I managed to fix most scenes.” you got back on the subject, leaning forward on the table with your elbows, holding the hot chocolate mug between your hands. 

“Already?” Yoongi was surprised to say the least, but he knew what it was like to be under pressure to make through deadlines. 

“Yes, but the first chapters are pretty tame, so.” you justified. “Nothing I really need to delete and start over.”

“Good.” 

Yoongi got a little lost on the way you brought your drink to your lips, watching as your lipstick left a stain on the rim of the mug. He wondered how good that color would look staining his skin instead; his lips, his neck, his chest. 

“What about you? How did that meeting go yesterday?” you asked him earnestly, reaching out to hold his hand on top of the table and Yoongi felt little shocks where your hands met. 

“Ah, it went well, yeah. Pretty well, actually.” a tight lipped smile turned into a gummy one as he said: “I’m going to be working with Jae-sang sunbaenim.”

Your scoff was pained as you frowned: “I’m sorry, am I so out of the loop that I don’t know who that is?”

“You know him as PSY.”

The squeal that escaped your lips was high pitched enough to catch the attention of the table next to yours, but you never minded that and this time Yoongi didn’t mind the looks from strangers either. 

“What?!” you hissed, a lot more contained this time. “No way!”

“I’m pretty excited about it, actually.” Yoongi let out a small sound of his own; one that sounded like a squeak as he wanted to get up and do a little dance. But he didn’t. 

“You should be! That’s huge!” your hold on his hand was a little firmer, smile a little brighter. 

Yoongi had worked with famous musicians many times before. The main part of his job was writing and producing for other artists, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have his own mixtapes, and his own collaborations with stars that be admired; like IU –much for Jungkook’s delight and Jimin’s panic–, Suran, MAX and Lee Sora. But none of those had the potential of really making it internationally as this collab with PSY had. 

“He wants me to feature on it, too.” he told you, and your jaw dropped. 

“Yoongi! That’s amazing!” your other hand reached for his and you held it between yours. “You deserve it so much. I’m so proud of you, I hope you know that.”

“Thanks, doll.”

“We should do something to celebrate.” you stated before he had the chance to deflect. 

With a shrug, and the desire to hold onto your hands for the next three hours, he said: “We’re having coffee at our spot, that’s good enough.”

“Not for a collab with PSY it’s not.” you sounded almost offended. “I’d say we should go to Serendipity, but you hate clubs.” 

“Please don’t make me go there again.” his laugh was one of suffering and despair, which made you giggle. 

“Oh! I know!” you chirped, letting go of his hands in order to clap excitedly, just once. “I’m going to cook for you!”

“I thought you wanted to do something nice–”

“Hajimaaaa!” you complained with another laugh, one so contagious Yoongi found himself mimicking. “Maybe I’ll order something from Jin’s restaurant then, and put it in pans and dishes, so you think I cooked.”

“Sounds good, doll.” Yoongi agreed, which was the easiest thing to do. 

“Perfect! It’s a date then.”

OCTOBER 21ST | 18:03

By the time Yoongi made it to his car, he had already opened and buttoned up his shirt all of five times. He did trust Jimin when it came to fashion choices, but not when it came to mischief. And that group chat screamed ‘dongsaengs up to no good’. But the two boys did make Yoongi feel good about his choice of clothing, how he did his hair and the little bit of makeup he added to his lids just to make them pop. 

He could only hope you didn’t think he was trying too hard. 

Even though he was. 

Even if this wasn’t a date. 

Yoongi’s routine each time he sat in his car was always the same: Sit down, make sure the mirrors were all in the right position, start the car, connect his phone to the bluetooth sound system, pick a playlist he was in the mood for, seatbelt, drive. But this afternoon as he drove out of the parking lot of his not-so-modest-building in Hannam, the soundtrack for Yoongi’s drive was the beep of a connecting call. 

“Hyung!” Namjoon’s voice was the one fill his car as the call was connected. “You know you’re the only person who even makes calls these days, right? A text would have been fine.” 

“I’m driving, can’t text.” Yoongi provided as he leaned a little further front to see that his road was free and he could go. 

“Oh. Ohhh, are you going to see our favorite writer for your celebratory date?” Namjoon’s all knowing tone made a tiny smudge of heat taint his cheeks, but at least he wasn’t there to see it and tease him about it. 

More to himself than to his best friend, Yoongi felt the need to clarify: “Not a date, but yeah, I’m on my way.”

“And you called me to get tips on her latest chapters?” on the other line of the call, Yoongi could hear Namjoon’s voice turning a little clearer, as if he’d closed the door of his office. “I just read the edited ones and damn, hyung! Who knew you had that dirty mouth–”

“That’s not– She doesn’t write what we do word by word.” Yoongi panicked for a second, thinking about not only Namjoon, but the rest of the world reading what the two of you had been doing. With a whisper, he hissed: “Right?”

“Don’t worry, I’m just messing with you.” Namjoon laughed and Yoongi shook his head, fingers relaxing on the steering wheel. “But she’s been doing well, I don’t have any new pointers for the chapters. She’s a lot happier too, it seems, and I don’t think the book is the only reason why.”

“You know, that right there is the reason I’m calling you.” Yoongi scoffed for no one to see as he drove out of his neighborhood and into the busy roads of Seoul. So much for avoiding rush hour when the capital was hustling 24/7. 

“What did I do this time?” Namjoon sighed on the other side. 

“Not this time, still the same thing.” he said. “Why did you put this crazy idea into her head?”

“Hyung. It's been weeks.” his best friend sounded tired, as if they went over this time and time again. And they had. 

“Over a month and I already regret this–”

“Do you regret accepting it? Or do you wish she never asked you?” Namjoon had a way of using hard phrases and poetic analogies sometimes, the perks of being an editor and a published poet, no doubt. 

“What's the difference?”

“Well, in one scenario you realize you work better as friends, and in the other it means you got it bad.”

“I got it so fucking bad is not even funny.”

Admitting that to his best friend was easier over the phone. Even if Yoongi knew Namjoon and all of their other friends also knew about it. It was a miracle that you didn’t, at this point. Unless you did, but had been ignoring it in order to not make things awkward. 

If that was the case, Yoongi wasn’t sure if he should be thankful or worried.

“Ahh, I see. So your feelings are growing impossibly fast and you're starting to feel bad because you don't think this means the same for her as it means for you?” Namjoon summed it up as Yoongi stopped his car at a red light. 

The trees were in full autumn colors, all shades of red, yellow and orange. If Yoongi rolled his windows down, he was sure he could smell the pumpkin spice and cinnamon in the air, which always brought him a nice, warm feeling inside.  

“Was this part of a master plan to get back at me for senior year?” Yoongi asked after a lightbulb moment.

“What?”

“You know, Jiheun?”

Jiheun was a girl Namjoon had a massive crush on, back when they were both in High School. And Yoongi might have read the signs wrong and told his best friend that the girl liked him back. Only for poor, string bean, bowl cut, awkward Namjoon to ask her out and get rejected in the middle of the school cafeteria. 

“Wha- hyung! Of course not, it's been years I’m not that petty.”

“Okay, okay.” not that Yoongi thought Namjoon would do something like this as they were both adults now, but his anxiety-filled-brain still asked stupid stuff sometimes. 

“Besides, I have a simple solution to your problem.” Namjoon stated.

“Do tell, because I'm almost at her place.” not completely true, he still had one more stop on the way to your apartment. 

“Have you thought about confessing?”

Yoongi’s answer was the love child between a wheeze and a snicker. 

“If you're not happy about this agreement, but you still wanna help her, and be with her for real,” Namjoon continued, seeing as Yoongi was too gobsmacked to reply. “Then tell her how you're feeling.”

“What part of that solution is simple?” Yoongi asked with a glare directed to the panel of his car, hoping Namjoon could feel its heat. 

“It’s simple because it’s telling the truth.”

“The truth that could ruin everything. Her book, our friendship–” Yoongi argued, being interrupted by his best friend:

“Are you so afraid of rejection that you would rather keep hurting yourself? You know this arrangement won't last forever.”

“I know.”

“And maybe she feels the same way.”

Yoongi’s fingers tightened against the steering wheel just a little harder as he said: “That’s a big fucking maybe.”

“Didn’t you say she’s been calling you babe and shit? And you like… cuddle now?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Those are good signs, hyung!”

He knew that, it’s been plaguing his mind for the past couple of weeks. But to hear someone else say it, someone as rational as he was, made him feel like maybe it wasn’t just wishful thinking on his part. 

As if the universe was on his side for once in his life, Yoongi found a parking spot right in front of Maybell Bakery. You had promised to cook for Yoongi tonight, but he said he’d bring dessert. And you really liked the double layered, pumpkin pie that was only sold during the month of october and was extremely overpriced, so he placed an order and paid a little extra for it to be done by the time he was able to pick it up. 

“Alright, I’m here. Gotta go.” 

“Okay. Call me if something happens, I’m invested in this.” Namjoon said and Yoongi could picture his little grin that would most likely poke a dimple in his cheeks. 

“You better be, you’re the one who threw me into this mess.” Yoongi took his seatbelt off, but didn’t move, waiting for his friend to hang up. 

“You fail to remember that she’s the one who asked you, I didn’t tell her to go after you.” Namjoon pointed out in that know-it-all tone that fit him so well. “If I’m being honest, I thought she’d go for Hoseok hyung and not you.”

“What?!” Yoongi frowned at that new piece of information, hand freezing on the way to his key to turn off the car. 

“He’s more… Dom, you know? That seems to be more like her type.”

“Great–”

Yoongi did take control with you, and he had his moments in bed before, where he had girls and guys begging for him to let them cum, but he wouldn’t define himself as a Dom. Not the way Hoseok was, Namjoon was right about that. 

“But she still went after you, hyung! That counts for a lot.” Namjoon tried to backtrack but the damage was done. 

“I know, okay.” Yoongi took a deep, calming breath that didn’t do much to quell his nerves; of seeing you, of considering the ideas Namjoon was planting in his mind. “Nice going on telling the kids about this, by the way. Jiminie and Jungkook were teasing me about this date.”

“First of all, stop stalling and get out of your car already.” Namjoon laughed on the other side and Yoongi nodded to himself. “And second of all, I didn’t tell anybody.”

“Then how did they know–”

“Well, hyung. Have you ever thought that maybe she told them? And she’s thinking of this as a date?”

Yoongi had not, in fact, thought about that possibility. Not only were you a lot closer to the three younglings –who were closer to you in age– than Namjoon, you usually told each other everything, seeing as Jimin had been your best friend since way before he even met you. 

So to say it gave Yoongi all kinds of butterflies, the simple chance of you telling your best friend and his boyfriend that you were having a date tonight, officially, would be an understatement. 

“Go get your girl.” 

Namjoon’s encouragement was the last thing he heard before leaving his car to pick up your pie in the bakery. 

On the drive to your place, Yoongi’s nose was being attacked by the fresh baked goods resting on the passenger’s seat of his car, as his mind was plagued with the thoughts of you and him. 

You, who had walked into his life by mere chance, and stayed in it from your own insistence, as Yoongi hardly made new friends. You, who had the most expressive eyes Yoongi had ever seen. You, who owned his heart in a tight grip and you didn’t even know. 

You, who were already waiting for him at the front door of your apartment as the elevator dropped him off on your floor. 

“You don’t have to call me to buzz you in everytime, Yoon, you know the code to the gate.” was the first thing out of your pretty mouth as you walked him into your apartment. 

“So, what, am I supposed to just let myself in?” Yoongi’s smile was easy as he slipped out of his shoes. “Why don’t you give me the key to your apartment while you’re at it?” 

You giggled as you said: “Because then you might come in and steal all of my tangerines.”

Yoongi was rolling his eyes at your words, pink cheeks as you called him out on his small addiction to the fruit. You reached for him after you locked the door of your apartment, raising on your toes to kiss his lips in that way that made Yoongi feel like you were something more. 

“You look so handsome tonight.” you told him so, a hand smoothing the black silk shirt he was wearing.

“Thanks. You’re always looking pretty.” Yoongi told you in an unbribed moment of boldness, making you smile sweetly, hand still on his chest. 

You were wearing a black sundress with a tiny red cherries pattern that was too light for the weather outside, but perfect for the toasty ambiance you kept your apartment in. 

“Thank you.” you beamed, walking deeper into your apartment and leading him inside. “What’s that you got there?”

“Can’t you take a guess?”

Yoongi saw you eyeing the cardboard box with the pretty fall themed design when he walked in, and there was no way you couldn’t smell the festive pie. But you were still playing coy, as you usually did whenever anyone gave you gifts or did something nice for you; never one who liked to assume. 

You and him were pretty alike in that sense. 

“I know what I want it to be, but that would be impossible, because I’ve been calling Maybell and they keep telling me they are booked for the double layer pumpkin pie until next year.” you told him with a pretty pout. Yoongi had just felt your lips, but he wanted more. 

Focusing on the matter at hand, he placed the box on top of your small kitchen counter and pushed it closer to you as he said: “Why don’t you open it, then?”

You did so, pulling apart the dark orange bow to open the box, letting out a high pitched squeal as you saw the pie. Yoongi’s mouth watered at the sight, he could only imagine your excitement. 

“Yoongi!” you gushed with a small jump. “How the hell did you do this?!”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” he said, not really calculating his words and offering you a tight lipped smile as he realized how he sounded. 

“Cheesy.” you giggled, but reached out to squeeze his arm. “Thank you.”

“What smells so good?” Yoongi deflected. 

“That would be the bulgogi!” you chirped, pointing to the pan in the oven. “We can eat in a bit, and I hope it tastes as good as it smells.” 

“Well, you’re making it, so I’m sure it probably won’t–”

“Than–hey!” you laughed at his joke, huffing as you pretended to be mad, which made Yoongi laugh along. 

You shook your head and walked to the fridge, opening it to grab a wine bottle that Yoongi could recognize the label of. It was the brand and kind that he used to have at home, alongside his many bottles of whiskey. 

“Should we open this? It’s supposed to go well with the food, according to Naver.” you offered, and your eyes were pleading. 

“I’m driving, doll. If you had told me you wanted to drink, I would have taken a lift.” it hurt him to say that, and Yoongi didn’t like the way it made you bite your lip, uncertain. 

“You can spend the night.” you told him, avoiding his eyes as you placed the bottle on the counter. Not moving to open it, but not putting it away either. “Or you can leave your car here and I’ll drive it back to you tomorrow.” 

You didn’t like driving in Seoul, Yoongi knew that. You did have a license, and you drove whenever you absolutely had to, but it wasn’t something you’d offer lightly. Not only wouldn’t he put you through that, but the option of sleeping over at your place tonight was an inviting one. 

You had spent the night at his place before, shared a bed, so it wasn’t the end of the world and wouldn’t make Yoongi spiral. But this was the first time that you’d share your bed. And somehow that felt like a new step you were taking in whatever this was. 

Yoongi moved around you to take the bottle opener resting on the counter behind you and you smiled at his acceptance grabbing the two wine glasses you had already left out. 

Once the drink was poured into the glasses, you made the move to sit on the small couch of your modest apartment and Yoongi followed you closely. 

Your apartment was a small one bedroom unit, with a tiny kitchen and small living room. Enough for a single woman living alone in Seoul. It was filled with creams, whites and a few pops of color here and there. Yoongi could already notice the pumpkin shaped candle holder on top of your center table, and the cookie jar that looked like a ghost on your kitchen counter. 

“I see you’re getting ready for halloween.” Yoongi pointed out.

“Oh, those have been out since October first.” you smiled, following his line of vision. You pulled a maple leaf printed cushion and rested it over your legs to sit comfortably.  “You have to see my room, it’s really cute.”

Yoongi chuckled, because he could imagine the sheets that must be in autumn colors, maybe some bunting and pumpkin shaped fairy lights. 

“I’m thinking I want to do Halloween differently this year.” you started again, softly swirling the wine in your glass.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Jiminie wants to go to Serendipity for costume night.” you were nodding as you told Yoongi of the plans. 

“Of course he does.” he mused. “What are you thinking about dressing as? Sexy Anne Rice again?”

“Oh my god, that wasn’t supposed to be sexy!” you giggled with a cute blush on your cheeks, hiding your eyes behind a hand. 

“The fang marks on your neck made it sexy.” Yoongi hadn’t seen you dressed in the costume that was supposed to represent your favorite writer, that would mean he actually went to the halloween party last year, but he got many selcas and pictures of the night. 

“Well, it was an homage to her Interview With a Vampire world.” you explained and he smiled, because that was just so you. 

“What are you thinking of changing this year?” he asked and you moved a little on your seat. 

“I’m thinking about a couple's costume.” you said, not looking at him, and Yoongi’s blood ran cold. “Maybe I’ll dress up as Agatha Christie. Now I just need to find my Poirot.”

“That’s, uhm–” Yoongi nodded, gaining time to drink a few long sips of his wine. 

How was he supposed to answer that? You were thinking of going to a club with someone else? Wearing a couple’s costume? You knew Yoongi didn’t go to clubs or parties, so you obviously didn’t mean you thought you and him should go together. It was easy to wonder if you were talking to someone on the side. 

On the side of what? Yoongi asked himself bitterly. It’s not like you two were dating in the first place. It was easy for him to forget about it, but you clearly didn’t. 

“Are you thinking of doing anything?” you pushed as the silence grew too thick. 

“Nah. My building might have trick or treaters again, so I’ll just give out candy.” he shrugged, bringing the glass to his lips. 

“I can help you with that!” 

“I’m sure you’ll find your Poirot by then and will be too busy for your friends.” 

That was a jab at himself, a way for him to get it through his head that that’s what the two of you were. You were just offering him help to be nice, because you were really nice. So nice you’d have anyone wishing to go to a club with you as your date. 

Yoongi included. If you asked him. 

“Yeah, we’ll see.” you sounded a little disappointed as you sipped quietly on your wine, but that could have been his own projecting. “So how’s the collab with PSY coming along?”

As you both sipped on your wine, Yoongi told you all of what he knew so far about That That. He’d have a meeting with the artist again this following week, to talk about their expectations and schedules, but he was staying positive. 

You were so excited for him, hanging off to his every word, asking questions and being so supportive of him and everything he did that his hunched shoulders turned a little straighter and his breathing got a little easier. 

There was no need to be worried right now, Yoongi decided, the more wine he drank, the further away the lump in his throat got. No matter what happened tomorrow, he still had tonight. 

“I really hope he makes you dance.” you were saying as you brought the dinner to the small table, making Yoongi scoff. 

“There’s no fucking way I’m dancing.” he told you with a squint, following you with the last of the banchans. 

“Oh, come on, you’d be so good at it!” you told him without an ounce of doubt, giggling as you turned to face him. “I’m sure you can move those hips!” 

Yoongi had a bowl of kimchi in one hand and another of fresh cabbage slaw in the other, so he had no way of protecting himself when you held him by the hips, making him turn this way and that as if you were proving he could dance. 

“Hajimaaaa.” he warned you with closed eyes and a laugh on his lips. 

“Admit it, you’d be great at shaking that ass!” you continued to sway him, both of your laughs mixing together as he was just trying to put the food down. 

“I will do no such thing.” 

With each step forward Yoongi took, you took one backwards, until you both reached the table and he could place the banchans down. His hands were now free, so he could take yours away from his hips and pin them to his chest. 

“Hajima.” he repeated, a little lower this time, as he could smell the wine on your breath from close to each other you were. 

“Or what?” you challenged with a pretty, innocent smile. 

“Or I’ll have to stop you myself.” 

“I think Min Yoongi is the greatest dancer this country has ever–”

Yoongi felt your smile against his as his lips pressed against yours, softly, but determined. He let go of your hands in order to hold both sides of your face as his lips moved against yours, tongue licking between your lips for you to part them for him. You were holding onto his shirt, little gasps leaving you as his tongue swiped at yours. 

Yeah. At least he had tonight. 

OCTOBER 21ST | 21:17

As it turns out, Yoongi did not have tonight. 

Towards the end of the dinner –which was delicious, by the way–, you started to grow a little restless. Too stuck in your mind at times, not really answering Yoongi’s questions as if there was something worrying you. And Yoongi knew not to push you, you’d tell him whatever was bothering you whenever you felt comfortable to do so. 

He knew something was really wrong when he got up to take the empty dishes to the sink and you didn’t try to stop him, nor did you move to help. You stayed in your spot, looking at the top of the table as if you were reading something really important there. 

And then it came, the three words that made Yoongi’s stomach drop: “Can we talk?” 

Yoongi left the dishes where they were, too nervous and hands too trembling for him to attempt to wash any of them. When he turned to you, you weren’t sitting at the table anymore, but standing in the living room, looking over at the city lights outside your window, arms around yourself as if you were trying to self soothe. 

“What’s up?” he asked you, voice wavering. 

“I’m not sure how I feel about this agreement anymore.” you were blunt and straight to the point. The dinner and the wine were trying to make a comeback, but Yoongi held himself together. 

“Oh.”

“I mean, I did learn a lot–I am learning a lot. Each time we… do something, it’s fun and nice and I really enjoy myself.” this is when you turned around to face him and it wasn’t fucking fair that you looked this good while you were about to break his heart. 

“Okay.” 

“Maybe you were expecting to have sex tonight–”

Hearing this made Yoongi take a couple steps to close the distance between you, but stopped short of touching you. “No, doll. Stop, you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to explain yourself to me, you know I’d never push you.”

“I know.” you nodded softly, avoiding his eyes, twirling the ring on your finger. 

“We can just drop everything, I told you from the start.” he assured you once more, having to stick his hands into his pocket to stop himself from reaching out to touch you. He’d never get to touch you again. Pretending this wasn’t hurting him, that his hands wouldn’t shake if they were out of his pockets, that the lump in his throat wasn’t back. “There’s no pressure. You’re free to walk away whenever you want.”

“Yeah, okay.” you sniffed, as if you were about to cry. Yoongi’s heart broke for a whole different reason. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” he shrugged, even if he was positive nothing would ever be right again. 

“It’s not. I really didn’t mean for this to happen… God, I’m so silly.” you chuckled, but it was a heavy one. You took a step back, both hands on your waist as you shook your head. 

“You’re not silly, you wanted to make your book better.” Yoongi supplied. 

He wondered if he should just count his losses and leave, walk away with the little bit of dignity he still had left, make this easier for you as well. And he couldn’t even drive home, not with how much wine he had. He could take a cab and ask one of his friends to come back for his car tomorrow; what annoyed him was that he couldn’t even have Namjoon do that as payback when the man didn’t drive. 

“Yeah, and what do I do?” you asked, obviously a rhetorical question as you laughed at yourself.  “I ask the guy I have a crush on to help me.”

“What–”

“As if that crush wouldn’t turn into feelings!” you continued, waving a hand in the air. 

Yoongi’s mind was a mess as he tried to make sense of your words. His voice came out as a high pitched sound as he asked: “Feelings?”

“I know I made this awkward. I’ll understand if you need me to step away for a little while.” you said, still not looking at him, still talking to yourself as you started walking from one side to the other, hands and arms making random gestures. “You know what, if anything, Namjoon made this awkward.”

“Doll.”

“He knows how I’ve always felt about you, and you know what he told me just this afternoon?” you looked at him then, but it was fleeting. “That I should just confess! As if that was so damn easy.”

Yoongi’s lips split into a grin and suddenly the weight was lifted. His stomach stopped turning, but the butterflies were still there. His cold sweat wasn’t of anxiety anymore and the trembling in his body was from excitement, not dread. 

“Doll.”

“Well, this is the last time I’m ever listening to that giant fool–”

“Baby.”

At the term of endearment your mouth closed and you looked at Yoongi with wide, sparkling eyes. He walked to you then, hesitance flying out the window. When his hand touched your face, you didn’t flinch or pull away from him, leaning into his touch. 

“Why are you doing this?” you asked softly, eyes closing, bottom lip pushing out. “Shouldn’t you be running?” 

“I should be doing exactly this.” Yoongi pressed his lips to your forehead and you let out a shuddering breath. 

“Yoon, it will only hurt more when you leave.” you pouted, and the producer guessed it was a good time to let you in on a little detail you seemed to still be missing. 

“What if I don’t leave, hm?” he lifted your face when you avoided looking at him. “What if I have feelings for you too?” 

“Well, that would be great, but–” you were about to start spinning again when you gasped. “Do you?” 

“Thought it was obvious.” he chuckled, gums out and everything. 

“Nuh-uh!” 

Your jaw dropped and you blinked slowly, kinda like a cat, letting his words sink in, the small brushing of his thumb on your cheek that dragged down to touch your bottom lip. Then your lips kissed the pad of Yoongi’s digit, he looked at your eyes to find nothing but joy. 

“Will you take me out on a date, then?” you asked, hands circling his torso in a hug. 

“I think we just had our first date.” Yoongi looked over his shoulder to the table where your dinner had been perfectly pleasant until the moment you got in your head. 

But Yoongi understood now why you were so restless, why you sunk in on yourself and barely touched your food towards the end of the dinner. He could imagine exactly all that had been plaguing your mind, as the same thing was running through his. 

“But I’ll take you on a second one.” he said, kissing your cheek. “And on a third one. And fourth one.” 

You were giggling and squeezing him as he kissed all over your face, just to hear more of your sweet noises. “Does that mean you’re my boyfriend now?” 

“If you want me to be.” Yoongi nodded, pulling his face away from yours so he could look into your eyes as he asked: “Do you want to be mine?” 

“I’ve been yours, babe.” your arms unwrapped from his middle so you could hug his shoulders. “You have no idea for how long.” 

“Let’s keep it that way, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

You were smiling as Yoongi held your face a little firmer, pressed his lips to yours a little harder. It was just supposed to be a celebratory kiss, really, one that marked the end of your arrangement and the start of your relationship. Until he swiped his tongue between your lips and you parted them with a moan. Your hands slipped into his hair, his dropped to your waist. 

The wet sounds of your mouths sliding together were turning Yoongi’s happiness and elation into pure desire, greed and desperation. You were his now. Properly. Truly. You were with him because you had feelings for each other, not because of a silly book.

With the way you were pressing yourself to him, as if trying to melt and mold the two of you into one being, he could guess you were feeling the same way. When you pulled your lips from his, they were red and slightly swollen, and your eyes were like a kaleidoscope, pulling him in, making him dizzy with all of your colors and shapes. 

“You wanna see my room?” you invited, making Yoongi’s stomach do a flip. 

“I do wanna see your Halloween decor.” he nodded with a grin. 

You smiled and took his hand with yours, palms and fingers slotting together as if they belonged just like that. You dragged him out of the living room, through the short hallway and into your bedroom, turning the lights on to let him see the space. 

Your bedroom followed the same color patterns as the rest of the apartment, lots of whites and creams, but the apricot orange bed sheets complimented the halloween decorations sprinkled here and there. Your double bed was pressed against the furthest wall, right under a high window. Your dresser was cluttered with makeup, an opened jewelry box, a few papers and your laptop. On the headboard of your bed, a string light with little white ghosts was hanging, which you turned on as soon as you walked into the room. 

Next to your bed, on top of the white nightstand, was a book, a case of wireless earbuds Yoongi had gifted you on your last birthday, and a printed picture of you and him. It had been taken months ago, by Hoseok and one of his many disposable cameras, but Yoongi didn’t know you had kept it. 

“Ah.” you said with a small laugh, wrapping your arms around Yoongi’s middle as you noticed what he was looking at. “I was hoping you might see that and realize I’m in love with you.” 

“You could have my face as a blanket and I still wouldn’t have realized that.” Yoongi chuckled, pulling you to his front and bending down to pick you up. “It’s nice to hear it, though.” 

You squealed as he lifted you with strong arms, biceps bulging in his tight shirt as you wrapped your legs around his waist and held on. Your gasp made him feel really good about himself. 

“Bed?” you offered with a smile and an eyebrow wiggle. 

“Bed.” 

Yoongi was nodding as he took the two steps to reach your bed, holding you with a tight grip until he sat down against your headboard. The little plastic ghosts clinked and poked him in the back of the neck as he settled with you on his lap, making you giggle. 

“Come here.” Yoongi urged and you complied. 

Your small hands were on his chest, sliding on the silk fabric until your fingers came in contact with the triangle of skin created by the three buttons he left open –per Jimin’s advice–. Each of your legs were on one side of Yoongi’s hips, straddling him as you sat right on top of him. 

“Did I tell you that you look pretty tonight?” you asked him as you dragged your nails on his skin, nose touching his, lips brushing together. 

“Did I tell you that you look pretty every night?” he countered, eyes closing as he took your bottom lip between his teeth. 

You mewled softly, chasing Yoongi’s mouth once he let go of your lip. Your kiss was heated, deep, full of tongue and little moans that grew louder and louder as you started to rock your hips back and forward, dragging your core on Yoongi’s erection, making it feel harder and harder with every slow sway of your hips. 

Yoongi’s hands were moving up and down your legs, slipping under your dress and growing bolder as you pushed into his hands when they settled on your ass. He squeezed the flesh, fingertips dragging on the tiny material that felt like lace under his touch. 

His hips flexed up at the same time that you pressed down and the pressure on your core must have felt good, for you to throw your head back with closed eyes and parted lips. Yoongi took that as an invitation to kiss down your jaw, covering your throat in kisses, choosing a spot at the side of your neck to latch on. 

“Yes, babe–” you breathed out, a hand slipping into his hair as if you were trying to keep him there. 

“Mine.” he growled against your skin. 

Yoongi licked your neck, as if preparing the skin to take his mark, sucking on the soft patch once he deemed it warm enough. Yoongi suckled hard enough to hurt, but you were lighting up with the sting, skin blooming with a red and purple bruise. 

“All yours.” you nodded breathlessly, moaning as your hips never settled. 

With one arm around your waist, Yoongi trailed kisses on the length of your shoulder, knocking the tiny strap of your sundress down. Your movement made Yoongi pull back a little to watch you push the other strap of your dress down, looking at him with an inviting bite on your bottom lip. 

He was looking at you, gaze boring into yours, as his hands moved from under your dress to climb up your ribs to touch your breasts. They felt so full and soft and perfect as he squeezed both on each palm, your lips falling open with a sigh as he pulled the top of your dress down. 

Your breasts spilled free and Yoongi groaned, looking at your pretty, perky and pebbled nipples, shade a little darker than your own skin. 

“My eyes are up here.” you giggled, but you weren’t able to mask your nervousness. 

“Mhm, and I love them too.” Yoongi nodded, but his gaze stayed where they were, watching the mounds of your breasts move as he cupped them both, rolling your nipples with his thumbs. You gasped and whined, which prompted the question: “Sensitive?” 

“Guess so.” you nodded shyly, nails scraping at his scalp. “My own hands never really did much, but guess your fingers–ooh.” 

You gasped, closing your eyes as Yoongi watched your face contort in pleasure as he pinched your nipples between his pointer fingers and thumbs. 

“My fingers?” he probed, just to hear more of your shaky tone. 

“I love them.” you mewled. “You have really sexy hands, did you know?” 

Yoongi chuckled, not thinking much as he said: “Yeah, I’ve been told.”

Your grasp on his hair tightened as you stared at him right in the eye, lines between your eyebrows as you frowned. 

“Only I can have them now.” you stated with a hint of possessiveness that made Yoongi shiver. “Just so you know.” 

“I know, doll.” he told you so with a little chuckle that didn’t last long as his mouth met the heated skin of your collar bones. 

“Yeah?” you whined, squeezing his hair between your fingers. 

“Mhm, I’m all yours.” he told you in hopes of quelling your worries, even though your jealousy was hot. “And you’re all mine.” 

You whispered a tiny ‘okay’ that turned into a moan as Yoongi kissed his way to your breasts, choosing a nipple to latch on. His lips wrapped around the bud and he sucked it into his mouth, dragging his tongue around it to hear you make more of those delicious sounds, just for him. 

Pushing your chest harder against his face, you resumed the rocking of your hips, making him groan around your nipple, pulling off of it with a pop. As Yoongi switched to repeat the same treatment with your other nipple, you started to unbutton his shirt, button by button, getting a little worked up when your trembling fingers took longer to pop one open. 

“Can you lay down for me?” Yoongi asked as his kisses changed direction and his hands squeezed your hips. 

“Are we really doing this?” you asked with a nibble on your bottom lip, which made Yoongi pause. 

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” 

“No, no, I do, just… Don’t want you to think I asked to be your girlfriend so I could get in your pants.” you reasoned, making him laugh. 

“Shouldn’t I be telling you that?” he mused. “You’ve been in my pants, baby.”

“Ahh, yeah, okay.” you giggled sweetly, moving off of his lap to keel on your bed. 

“Cute.” 

Yoongi was smiling like a fool in love as he moved to give you space to lay on your pillows, in the middle of your bed. While he pushed his shirt off his arms and let it fall on the floor, you pulled your sundress off the rest of the way. Yoongi’s breath got caught as he looked at you like that, for the first time, only a flimsy pair of panties on, which you removed even before you laid down for him. 

He wanted to tell you that you were absolutely perfect, gorgeous all over, but the way you spread your legs for him, as your hands rested on your lower stomach, lip worried between your teeth, Yoongi didn’t know any words anymore. 

Except maybe ‘want’ and ‘now’. 

Yoongi was lowering himself between your legs, laying on his stomach as he kissed your inner thighs, sucking on the signs of your arousal that he found there. You smelled so good and looked so wet that he couldn’t resist bringing two of his fingers to your pussy, spreading your lips so he could see all of you. 

You mewled as your back arched off the mattress, spreading your legs even wider for him. 

“You’re so tight, baby.” he teased as the tips of his fingers circled your little entrance, watching as it clenched at his words. “How am I ever going to fit here, hm?” 

“Been wondering the same thing, if I’m honest–” you chuckled breathlessly, hands falling to grab onto the comforter under you. 

“I’ll be gentle.” Yoongi told you as his middle finger pushed deeper inside you, just the tip, pulling it out to bring it to your clit. “Stretch you nice and slow at first.” 

“Yoongi–” you moaned as he flicked your bundle of nerves. 

“Gonna have to fuck you over and over again, so your body understands you’re mine.” he told you so, fingers touching you all over as his lips met your lower ones. “That okay with you, doll?” 

“Mhmm, so okay.” 

Yoongi’s fingers dragged down to your clenching hole again and stayed there, teasing your entrance, collecting more of your wetness, pushing in slowly but retrieving whenever your moaning became pained. Yoongi didn’t want to hurt you, he wanted you to feel nothing but pleasure and love. 

The flat of his tongue met your clit, lapping slowly and repetitively, until your moans became those of enjoyment. Once he was sure you were relaxed and content, Yoongi pushed the fingers into you again. He could feel your walls stretch to accommodate the digits, cock complaining inside his pants for being so constricted as all he wanted was to be buried inside you. 

The more he sucked on your clit, the more you moaned and moved your hips in little circles, pushing his fingers deeper and deeper inside you. You were growing wetter and wetter and Yoongi was swallowing every sweet drop you gave him. 

“How do you feel?” he asked quietly, between rubs of your clit with the tip of his tongue. 

“Doesn’t hurt as much anymore… Better than I thought.” you told him with a little whine. “Want more, babe.” 

“Yeah? Think you’re ready for me?”

“Born ready!” you chirped with a little drunk giggle and the nodding of your head. “Please fuck me.” 

Yoongi hummed and left one last kiss against your clit, which made you squirm and squeal. He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, scissoring them apart for good measure, to stretch you around them so you could take his cock. 

You moved up a little on your pillows, from where you had slipped down with all your squirming, attentive eyes watching all of him, making him grow a little shy. Yoongi could read the desire in your eyes, you wanted him as bad as he wanted you and it was making him fluster a little, neck and chest feeling a little hot. 

As he pulled his wallet from his back pocket you asked: “Are you buying anything right now?” 

“I’m getting a condom, doll.” Yoongi laughed at your wide eyes as you understood. 

“We don’t need one.” you told him while sitting up to touch his stomach and chest, kissing his lower belly as your hands got to work on his belt and button. “I’ve been on the pill since we started this.” 

“A–are you sure?” his stammering was what made you giggle no doubt. 

With your little nod, Yoongi let his wallet drop to the floor where his shirt lay discarded and helped you push his pants and underwear off in one go, baring himself to you just as you were to him. You smiled sweetly and playfully licked at his tip, sending a rocking shiver all over his body. 

“Jesus–” he hissed, taking a finger under your chin to make you look at him. “Lay down.” 

“Be gentle.” you begged with a pout, which Yoongi kissed. “Go slow.” another kiss, one that became a dragged moan as your hand wrapped around his shaft. “And make me cum all over your big cock–”

“Okay, lay down, now.” 

Your giggle was high pitched as Yoongi pinched your sides and had you squirming away from him to lay down on the bed. The man pushed your knees apart so he could lay on top of you, between your legs, heavy, painfully hard cock resting between your warm and slippery folds, making you both moan. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck, nails and fingertips dragging up and down his back as he pulled you into a kiss. Yoongi kissed you slowly, deeply, full of passion and want and need. Your lips moved together as your tongues clashed with one another, breaths fanning each other’s faces. 

When you started to move your hips back and forth, rubbing yourself on his cock, Yoongi moaned into your lips and you took his bottom one into your mouth to suck on and drag between your teeth. 

His hand ventured between your bodies to stroke his cock a few times, teasing himself, pumping him to make him drip beads of pre-cum on your lips. He brushed the tip between your folds to open you up to him, leading his cock to your entrance. You started breathing harshly, so Yoongi kissed your cheek and jaw to relax you, whispering praises that made you calm down. 

“I promise it won’t hurt as much as you expect it to.” he told you and you hit him with a snort that screamed ‘how would you know?’ which made him bite back a little smile. “I’ll be careful. You’ll be begging me to fuck you harder in no time.” 

“Fuck, okay, I like that.” you writhed under him as he pressed his thumb to your clit to distract you from the sting as he pushed his cock into you, just the tip, breaching you for the very first time. “Shit, that’s– a lot.” 

“Just breathe, you’re doing so well…”

Yoongi was holding himself up with an arm, chest pressed against yours, your body so small in comparison to his. Your small hands were on each side of his neck, your lips pressed against the side of his face as you let out the prettiest little sounds. 

He was gentle with you, just as he promised, allowing you to get used to him, while holding back from taking you as he wanted. You felt so warm and so fucking tight, wet as slippery as he pushed in little by little, listening to your moans and stopping whenever you showed any signs of discomfort. 

Yoongi could feel you clenching around him as his cock throbbed inside you and he made the mistake to look down, where your bodies met, and he saw the way your cunt was swallowing him, swollen clit and puffy lips. 

“You’re amazing.” he told you as an afterthought. 

“Pretty sure you’re doing all the work–” you managed to croak out. 

“I’m sorry it hurts, baby.” he leaned down to kiss the frown between your brows, the pout on your lips. 

“It feels good.” you whispered against his lips as they found yours. “Just feel so full, but it’s nice.” 

“Yeah? Can I move a little?” 

“Mhmm, you can.” 

With desperation, you parted your mouth to take Yoongi’s lips and he kissed you back, the hand between the two of you easily finding your clit to rub it in small circles as his hips pulled out and then fucked him back in, making you cry out. The more you moaned, the more he rolled your clit to distract you and little by little you opened up to him, making the slide in and out a little easier. 

Soon he couldn’t see any traces of pain in your pretty face, and that’s when he started to let go of his own restraints, starting to fuck you in a quicker pace that would catapult him into a different dimension with how hard you were squeezing him and how deep your nails were sinking in on his skin. 

Your body was rocking with each fuller thrust and harsher pace, little cries of yes, yes, yes! letting him know that it was okay and you could take it. 

“You feel so good, baby–” his voice was broken as his hips snapped back and forward. “I didn’t think anything could be better than your mouth, but–” 

“Good to know you liked my blowjob so much.” you bantered, a dopey smile on your lips. “I can suck you off anytime you–fuck, Yoongi!” 

Instead of fucking in and out of you, Yoongi tentatively rolled his hips, pressing deeper and harder, and you seemed to like that, wrapping your legs around him to keep him close to you. 

“Like this?” he gruffed next to your ear. 

“Yeah, right there–oh my god, the fuck is that–” 

Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh as his cock started to repetitively hit your g-spot with each new shallow thrust that was still enough to make you bounce under him, some so strong that it made the little ghosts on the headboard shake. 

“I’m gonna cum, babe, please–!” 

You warned but he already knew it. Could feel you squeeze him impossibly tight, walls milking him for his own release, but he wouldn’t get there before you did. His thumb rolled your clit in quick figure eight movements, despite the tight fit for his arm between the two of you, as his hips pulled almost all the way out, only to snap back in and roll against yours. 

The noises of the creaking bed under your combined weights and the skin slapping against skin only lost to your loud yelp as you let go and your orgasm washed over you. Yoongi’s mouth latched onto your nipple to suck and you trembled all over, twitching with the aftershocks as your climax lasted and lasted. 

Your cunt was clamping so tight, sucking him in so strongly that Yoongi couldn’t even pull out of you, he just stayed there, letting your pussy milk his orgasm out of him. You both moaned together, bodies sticking with sweat, hugging each other for dear life as Yoongi filled you up. 

As your breathing calmed down, Yoongi stayed close to you, peppering kisses all over your face. 

“I love you.” he finally told you, hearing your tiny chuckle of bliss. 

“I know.” 

“Do you, now?” he laughed, pulling out of you slowly to fall onto the bed next to you, trying not to crush you with his weight. 

“Mhm. You wouldn’t fuck me this good if you didn’t.” you grinned, trying to mask a wince as you were empty again, legs closing shut to keep his mess inside.

“You’d be surprised.” Yoongi joked, which earned him a slap to the chest. 

“Stop making me jealous!” you whined, but couldn’t hold onto your pout as you laughed. 

“I didn’t know you were so jealous, doll.” 

Yoongi got up from your bed, not bothering to put his clothes back on as he left your room to walk into your bathroom. There he found more makeup bits, perfumes he knew well, and a vampire soap dispenser that made him laugh. 

“You have no idea how many times I had to tell Kai you were straight.” you were saying as Yoongi looked through your cabinet to grab a clean towel, almost hitting his head on the marble top as he heard you. 

“Wait, what?” 

Once the small tower was wet, and his dick was properly clean, he made it back to your room to find your abashed little smile. 

“You know Kai, the guy from our coffee shop?” you said as if it should be obvious. “He keeps hitting on you, but you’re always clueless. So he keeps asking me what’s your deal and I always tell him you don’t like boys.” 

“You’re kinda right, I just like you.” 

Yoongi couldn’t help but be amused about this new development, but as long as Kai was into him, Yoongi wouldn’t have to worry he might be into you. And it offered many opportunities for him to make you a little jealous, maybe a little more possessive over him. 

Not that you ever had anything to worry about, as far as Yoongi was concerned, he’d belong to you for as long as you wanted him. 

He got back to the bed and helped you pry your legs open, just so he could clean the mess the two of you had made together, both choosing to stay naked as you pulled him back to lay down next to you. 

You were laying on his chest as you said:

“That was so good, Yoon.” 

“Yeah?” he squeezed you a little tighter against his chest, lips pressing to the crown of your head. “Better than the pie?” 

“The pie!”

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Between the Titles

Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, smut (mature/18+)

warnings: egregious caffeine consumption, yoongi smokes cigarettes, reader is about the same height as yoongi (its me hello im almost the same height as him), gay taehyung, volunteer jungkook, silver fox yoongi (he just has some gray hair bc hot) smut warnings: making out, grinding, fingering, oral (f. receiving), semi-public sexual acts, bathroom sex, protected sex, praise kink

Length: ~9.5k

Note: no thoughts, just big brain yoongi in a sweater smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. btw almost all the books in this are real but i haven't read them so if you have lmk if they're worth the read lmao. thank u to my dearest @gyuswhore and @idyllic-ghost for beta-ing this

Summary: Five days a week in the library means you're very familiar with the senior research librarian. It also means he has no qualms about making his own book recommendations either.

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The sweet aroma of old books and strong coffee infiltrates your nose as the heavy doors into the library swing open, offering reprieve from the storm raging on outside. It’s far too early for anyone to be here beyond staff and a few other morning birds. You glide right to the circulation desk as if fatigue doesn’t pulse through your veins, barely quelled by the second cup of coffee you sip from.

As always, the same familiar head of dark hair with sparse silver streaks waits at the circulation desk. He’s the only person working this early despite being the senior research librarian but you never hear any complaints louder than muttered annoyance under his breath when he thinks no one is around to hear. Bent over his laptop, Yoongi doesn’t even bother to look up as he slides a heavy stack of books to the edge of the counter. 

Eleven total, ten heavy volumes on ancient fertility cults across the globe, and one book you know he’s mixed in for his own amusement. 

It’s become something of a game between you two. At first you thought he was mixing your materials with someone else’s, but every time you brought the additional copy back to his desk, Yoongi insisted he had no idea what you were talking about and questioned your reading choices. Each time the titles got more ridiculous: Castration: The Advantages and the Disadvantages, How to Enjoy Your Weeds, Amish Vampires in Space, the list goes on and on. But after he slipped Why Fish Don’t Exist into your stack a few weeks ago, you decided to start responding. 

You left the stack at his desk like usual, ears perked for his reaction to Fishes I Have Known. An amused snort rang out just as you opened the doors to leave for the afternoon. The sound was so unlike the stoic man you’d become accustomed to over months working on your thesis; not that you heard him talk much to begin with.

Since then you’ve made a point to match every book he leaves for you. Yesterday, Yoongi chose I Could Pee on This: and Other Poems by Cats. At the end of the day, you spent thirty minutes searching shelf after shelf for an appropriate response, every book failing to meet your expectations. It wasn’t fair he knew the expansive collection like the back of his hand but nevertheless you found something up to par.

Yoongi rolled his eyes when you passed your books over the counter, a copy of Staying Dry: A Practical Guide to Bladder Control, like a shining star on top. A brief pink of his tongue flashed across his lips, a feeble attempt to muffle an amused smile. It was the most obvious reaction since the first time you responded.

Smiling like the cat who ate the canary, you left on clouds last night.

But this morning you have notes to write.

Snagging the collection, you make your way deeper into the building. Your unassigned-assigned desk tucked away on the fifth floor, far enough away from any noise so you can fully immerse in work without the threat of distraction. An uninterrupted view of the courtyard below is an added bonus.

The wooden table top is covered in a neat collection of pens and sticky notes in minutes; your laptop and the foot tall collection of references you devour over the next eight hours taking up the other half.

A few titles you request over and over sit on top, too valuable to be checked out for long term use so you settle for keeping them in constant rotation since no one else bothers to read the dusty yellowing tombs. For now, you focus on the new pieces you hope hold the information you need.

Earth rites: fertility practices in pre-industrial Britain, Archaeology and Fertility Cults in the Ancient Mediterranean, Metamorphosis of Baubo: myths of woman's sexual energy— 

I’m in Love with Mothman…

Well there it is.

You thumb across the glossy cartoon cover, failing to bite back a smile. Yoongi has a penchant for tossing in the most outlandish romance books he can find. Maybe because he knows you spend just as much if not more time than he does between the stacks. The suggestion box at the desk was full of cards stained with your penmanship asking for longer hours; several of which you’ve seen Yoongi rip in half as he pointedly met your gaze.

Tossing it aside, you pull forward one of the more musty books and start reading.

When you finally manage to resurface from laborious tales on several cults of Aphrodite, the rain is long gone. Even the darkest corners of the old building seem to glow gold in the evening sunset filtering through the glass doors. They're the only thing standing between you and freedom in the form curling up on your couch with a glass of wine and a new episode of your favorite reality dating show. But first, Yoongi needs his books back. 

His desk chair is abandoned and the return cart is gone as well which means he could be anywhere in the building. Disappointment leaches into your spine at the fact you won’t be able to witness his reaction to the twelfth book in your pile; the one you spent an extra fifteen minutes looking for in the corner of the third floor. 

A thick piece of library paper lists the materials you’ll need for the next day lays atop the neon green cover of Pest Management Solutions: How to Manage Your Moth Problem. They decorate the corner of the desk until Yoongi returns to find them. Hopefully he appreciates your humor.

Yoongi isn’t at his desk the next morning when you come in either. Instead, a doe eyed man with a lip piercing occupies the chair, clearly playing some game on his laptop. 

Approaching the counter, you begin to ask, “Where’s Yoon–”

“Staff meeting,” he interjects like he’s already answered the question a million times despite the library opening only five minutes ago. The white of his teeth threaten to blind you. “But I can help you!”

His name tag isn’t the same engraved golden metal Yoongi’s is, it’s a plastic sleeve with a paper insert with barely legible handwriting you decipher as  “Jungkook” and below “Volunteer.” You’ve seen him before from a distance. Usually trudging through the shelves with the book return cart in tow, occasionally taking a quick read inside before putting them in their rightful place. 

“I need to pick up some books. I gave Yoongi the list yesterday.”

“Sure.” Jungkook jumps up, approaching the shelf lined with piles for other patrons. “What’s your last name?”

He combs through the list after you answer, finding your stack easily enough. 

“Alright so Yoongi left a note that the encyclopedias you wanted are on the usual desk you have upstairs. But other than that I’ve got: Historical Studies of Changing Fertility, Sacred Mushroom and The Cross, Archaeology and Fertility Cults in The Ancient Mediterranean…” Jungkook lists off the titles, checking to make sure they're all in order. “And, um, this one isn’t on the list.”

It must be Yoongi’s choice for the day.

“What is it?”

Jungkook looks like he’s trying to hide his own amusement as he slides it over for you to read.

If I Were a Bird, You'd be The First Person I'd Shit On.

“Huh,” you blush. “Wonder how that got in there.”

“He must have left it by mistake. I can put it ba–”

“No, I’ll take it.” You toss it on top of the other, less embarrassing books in your stack and gather it into your arms before Jungkook can get in another word. “Thanks for your help!”

Scurrying towards the hallway housing the elevators, you attempt to juggle the pile of books, your stuffed bag, and coffee without taking a spill. It’s one thing to have your silent battle with Yoongi, but having someone else witness it makes you feel downright silly. And for the first one witnessed by others to be such an absurd and downright passive aggressive selection sends embarrassment through your veins.

As promised, three encyclopedias sit neatly on your desk; the volumes so thick they protrude from the table top like a small mountain. No wonder he left them there instead of making you carry them up in individual trips. But Yoongi’s goodwill clearly ended there. A sticky note on top of the stack pens his discontent at your selection.

I had to spend 3 hours in the basement to find these. If you need them again, don’t.

Even though he hadn’t signed it, you know it’s from him. The tight script fits his personality; thin lines of annoyance bleeding through the ink, not just his words. A waft of musty old paper and dust breezes through your nose as you open the first copy. They must have been housed in a forgotten storage area. At least his bird book makes more sense now. 

You don’t dig into the heap until after the sun is halfway through the sky but when you do it only proves to unravel your wits. Reading on, the wrinkle in your eyebrows deepens further. Page after page of conflicting knowledge passes by, each sentence more confusing than the last; minutes negating months of research. The thick pages hardly provide a soft landing for your head as you allow it to thump forward in exasperation.

The scrap of chair legs alerts to a new presence watching your meltdown in real time.

“Something wrong?” Yoongi asks.

With a heavy sigh, you respond.“I want to die.”

“Get in line.”

Shifting in your seat, you peer in his direction. A different day but the same wardrobe: dark button up, glasses, same unapproachable facade. But what Yoongi is doing sitting next to you is new.

Yoongi makes himself comfortable, picking at his nails as he waits patiently for an explanation. 

“Everything in my thesis is either wrong or the world authority on fertility in Europe is full of it.”

“Bummer.”

“Your sincerity is overwhelming.” You snap.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. Boredom seeps across his face but he doesn’t move to leave, just sinks deeper into the chair. “You’ve read almost half the collection since you started coming here, why are some old dusty books such a big deal?”

“Because all of those books cite these books which means those books are wrong and all my work is in the toilet.”

“Those books are from the seventies, the information is probably out of date.”

Slamming the copy serving as a pillow shut, you take a second glance at the title: Encyclopedia of Women and World Religion, Volume 7.

“Yoongi,” you sing.

Yoongi’s gaze flashes to yours, a trickle of confusion flashing across his eyes.“What?”

You stack up the books and push them across the desk with some effort. Just to savor the satisfaction of besting Yoongi, you indulge a long sip of now cold coffee before speaking again. No one else is around to witness your victory but that won’t dampen the high.

“Looks like you’ll be back in the basement because you brought me the wrong editions.”

He opens his mouth to argue, snatching one of the books to investigate but you beat him to the punch.

“I asked for the twenty-fifth edition, not the seventh.” You smirk. “I think you're losing your touch.”

He watches you over the rim of the cover. A fleeting glance in your direction but it makes your heart squeeze with need.

“Well, I guess you’re right,” Yoongi sighs, standing. “Do you still need them for anything or can I go ahead and take them?”

With your approval, he heaves the heavy tombs on to his cart. The strain of his forearms, bare from rolled up sleeves, catches your attention. Veins raised under creamy skin, lean muscles leading down to hands you’ve noticed since the first day you started visiting the library.

If you keep staring, you’re likely to start drooling. So you dive back into one of the useful books littering your desk and pretend to read until he’s disappearing down the hall.

On your way out, leaving much earlier than a typical day due to Yoongi’s mistake, you drop the remaining books off at the circulation desk. Along with a copy of Avian Hunting Techniques. He’s absent again but it doesn't matter.

You continue out the doors and down the sidewalk only to spot him leaning against the brick exterior further down the street. Even from a distance you can make out the natural scowl he’s constantly sporting. Except this time his lips pout around a cigarette. 

Of course he smokes.

The quasi-mysterious librarian who flirts with you through book titles, smokes cigarettes and looks hot doing it. 

“You know those things will kill you, right?” 

“That’s what the box says but they aren’t holding up their end of the deal,” Yoongi responds, flicking the ash before looking at his watch. “Wow, out before six. I’ll alert the press.”

“Well, if someone gave me the right books then maybe I’d stay longer. But I’m not about to wait around while you get the ones I need.”

Yoongi takes another drag of his cigarette before responding, “Are you trying to say I forced you to take a break?”

The realization dawns on you. Yoongi is the senior research librarian. He’s never given you the wrong books, even when you request the rare copies needed to be loaned from a different part of the country. The few times you’ve offered understanding if he couldn’t get them were met with a challenge in his gaze and smug satisfaction when handing them over a week later.

“You brought me the wrong copies on purpose!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He’s lying. You know it. Yoongi definitely knows you know by the way he smirks. But he’s already crushing the filter under his shoe and moving back towards the library by the time your brain catches up to your mouth.  “Have a good night, Y/N.”

With a scoff of indignation, you stalk towards your car.

The next morning, you march straight through the class doors to where Yoongi sits, fueled by snowballed annoyance from the previous day. Waking up on the wrong side of the bed is an understatement. If there are any gods, Yoongi should pick one and pray.

Your free afternoon of yesterday was spent dealing with the chaos your apartment has become over the past few weeks. Unfolded laundry, stacks of random papers, out of place books, and errant dust bunnies all became new victims to energy usually reserved for a full day of research. Taehyung practically shit himself when he woke up before dinner and found you scrubbing the bathroom sink.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, hand to his chest like a flustered old woman.

Bleach curled in your nostrils. “I live here.” 

“Not between the hours of eight and seven.”

But after the mess was dealt with, aggravation set in. How dare Yoongi purposefully meddle in your work. Well meaning or not you were an adult and could decide when enough was enough. The purposeful mishap hadn’t set you back far, one afternoon but a drop in the bucket in comparison to the months you’ve already spent chasing new leads. But the principle of the matter is that it’s none of his business what you do and when you do it.

Yoongi slides a slimmer stack over when you stop in front of him.

“Encyclopedias are on your desk,” he announces through a sip of coffee. He continues to type away, feigning disinterest as you sort through your stack with measured annoyance.

“Are they the right copies this time?”

“Double checked them myself.”

You open your mouth to verbalize your doubts but Yoongi’s pick of the day catches your eye.

Surviving Your Stupid Stupid Decision to Go to Grad School.

Scoffing, you flip the book around and shoot daggers into his face with your eyes. “Do you think you’re funny?”

The corner of his mouth twitches then becomes a full blown smile. Leaning over the desk, he drops his voice, “I think I’m hilarious.”

Remembering you are, in fact, in a library, you manage to muffle a frustrated groan. You dump the supplementary reading back on the counter for Yoongi to deal with and head upstairs. 

Unlike the usual days where you put off finding a response to Yoongi’s extra copy until the waning hours of the afternoon, you drop your bags and head straight for the shelves. The fifth floor houses a collection of textbooks and other reference material. It’s why it's always deserted unless some poor fool stumbles on it by accident; the perfect place to work uninterrupted for hours.

You head down stairs, circling the fourth and then third floor like a shark in a feeding frenzy. A few covers spark interest but nothing captures what bubbles in your veins: annoyance, anger, confusion. A brief flutter of interest as to why Yoongi decided to mess with you but those feelings are more dangerous than the acidic ones.

Row after proves unfruitful in your quest for passive aggressive revenge. None have the same bite as his book, or seem to curb the homicidal thoughts raging in your head.

Until a little white book peeps back at you from the end of the aisle.

Yoongi jumps when you slam Bitter Is the New Black: Confessions of a Condescending, Egomaniacal, Self-Centered Smartass in front of him. A feat in and of itself to sneak up on him given the loan desk has a perfect view of the entire first floor but whatever he’d been clicking away at on the computer was distraction enough.

“What's this?”

“Thought you might like some new reading.” You flash your teeth.

His chin jerks towards the glossy cover. “I already gave this two stars on Goodreads.”

Of course he has.

Face prickling in embarrassment, you turn back the way you came without a word.

Hours later, when half the day has ticked by and the ache for more caffeine burns your eyes, Yoongi stops by your desk. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t try and gain the attention you pointedly withhold. He sets a paper coffee cup on the corner of the tabletop and leaves.

You snatch up the cup after he rounds the corner out of sight. The lack of sugar leaves much to be desired but free coffee is free coffee, especially to a PhD student with limited means. 

It isn’t much of an apology but guilt blooms down your spine anyway. He meant well. You aren’t known for giving yourself breaks; unable to quit while you’re ahead. A voluntary day off is less likely than winning the lottery. You’re a busy body and the constant work keeps you from dissolving into chaos.

You don’t see Yoongi again until every book at your desk is exhausted, begging for a break from your manhandling. Double and triple checking notes and citations are the poor excuse you implement to delay the inevitable. At some point you’ll have to go downstairs to face the music. 

He’s waiting like always, scanning the mountain of returns littering the counter from a long day. Each step closer withers something in your stomach. 

The copies in your hand shift onto the wooden surface, joining the stack for him to work through. Yoongi flashes a polite grimace when you catch his eye before immediately diving back into his work. Hopefully he understands why you chose Thank You for Smoking. And why you covered the second half of the title with a sticky note.

Jungkook’s smiling face greets you bright and early. His name tag has been upgraded from flimsy paper to a plastic one and a printed label with his name. 

Handing over your library card, he quickly scans it and grabs the books meant for today’s dissection. 

“Yoongi wanted me to tell you that if you want more coffee while you’re working, you can go to the staff lounge on the second floor.”

“Oh.”

Jungkook continues sifting through your requests, making sure each is correct.  “Between you and me, the coffee down the street is better. But don’t tell him I said that.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s a coffee snob and thinks his shit—sorry—stuff is the best.”

“Okay,” you say, grabbing your pile. “Thanks.”

You set up your station like always, sorting through each book and devising a mental to do list. The desk resembles a feast but instead of food it’s encyclopedias, printed articles, and dusty manuscripts Yoongi wrangled from who knows where. On the outer board of your work station rests the feature of the day: How to Beg for Cigarettes.

A few hours pass between the pages. Your previous research is confirmed by the significantly less dusty encyclopedias this time, corroborating the basis of your thesis. A new work you haven’t seen is cited in the back, piquing your interest for more evidence. 

Instead of bothering one of the staff, you use the library website and find it in their catalog. It’s somewhere on the second floor where Yoongi offers free coffee. Two birds, one stone; a new book and a new cup of coffee.

The layout resembles all the other floors. A collection of study tables in the center crowded by bookshelves on all sides. One person, an undergrad by the look of pure dread on their features, occupies a table but that's it. Glancing at the note with the call number, you start towards the stacks on the left.

You find the correct area, eyes scanning up and down the different shelves to no avail. Hundreds of books, different sizes in an array of colors, flash by but none are the one you need. You’re about to call it quits when you spot it on the top shelf, just out of reach.

Call it a moment of stupidity, a brief blight of recklessness, but the book sits only a few inches beyond your fingers. You look around to make sure no one is around to witness the brilliantly flawed idea crest in your brain. With the coast clear, you hoist yourself up the shelf.

A deadpan voice nearly makes you fall.

“Looking for something?” 

Yoongi stands a few feet away, head cocked to the side. Of course he’d find you in such a ridiculous position. Even through the blur of your peripheral vision, the harsh lines of his usual uniform clashes against the back drop of books. Dark jeans fitted over his thighs, dark button down rolled up his arms, and a pair of glasses that make him look hot. But you’re in no position to dwell when the risk of falling on your ass is so high.

“Nope, just getting in some exercise” you grunt, moving your foot to the shallow hold of the next shelf.

Yoongi moseys up behind you before continuing. “And climbing a decades old bookshelf is how you stretch your legs?”

“You smoke cigarettes, I climb old furniture. We all have our vices.”

Your foot slips from its perch, making you squeak before catching your balance. 

“Alright spider-monkey, that's enough.” His hands slide across your hip, fingers curved around the softest part of your waist as he helps you down. 

Distracted by the weight of him still on your hip, the heat of his chest a scorching across your back, you don’t even think to disparage him for the cheap Twilight reference. The few inches Yoongi has on you allows him to reach overhead to snag the copy you need with ease. But as you watch his hands close around the spine everything beyond fades to black; like the universe pinholes where you two stand.

“This one?” You feel the vibration of his words up and down your spine, warm breath tracing across the shell of your ear.

Body on autopilot, you turn to face Yoongi. His mouth moves, eyes scanning the book cover but every word deafens in a muddy haze. He doesn’t seem to realize his hand is still on your waist, or how he crowds you into the shelves; chest to chest, stomachs barely an inch apart.

“Huh?” you ask, tearing your eyes away from his mouth.

“I said, if you asked for this book earlier I could have gotten it for you.”

“Oh.”

“You okay?” he asks, stepping further into you. “You look a little flushed.”

The bastard smiles. A God’s honest smile like his thigh isn’t between your own, or he isn’t waiting for a reply while his fingers dig in beneath your ribs.

Just when you open your mouth to say something, Yoongi silences you with a firm squeeze of his hand. His head lowers until his breath ghosts along your chin. 

Then you’re kissing; lips sliding together easily like he anticipated it. The world shatters all around from just a few passes of his mouth across your own, the weight of his body flattening you against the bookshelf. 

The first hint of his tongue against the seam of your lips makes you gasp and Yoongi takes the opportunity to taste you. You melt under his attention. Head tipping back, shoulders bowing to take more, your senses flood with the remnants of coffee and something else; something so quintessential Yoongi your head spins. It lights a new flame in your veins, one burning with pure want.

A handful of his shirt pulls him closer. Yoongi follows easily but gets more than asked for when one of your hands tangles in the back of his hair, tugging until he’s tilting his chin the way you want. It’s a bad habit other dates have subtly complained about but a noise bubbles in his throat at the dig of your nails; responding with his own palm squeezing roughly across your ass until your hips meet his. 

The crash of the book near your feet is like a bucket of ice water.

“Oh my god,” you gasp. Jumping back proves futile as the shelf digs further into your spine. “I–”

Puffy lips and lowered eyes stare back at you, clear evidence that you haven’t hallucinated what just happened. Yoongi dips down to kiss you again but you slither out of his grip.

Forgetting the book on the tiled floor, you mumble an apology and flee back upstairs, beelining to the vacant restroom.

To your own mortification, your features mirror Yoongi’s; lips swollen, eyes glazed. Your sweater twisted around your torso clearly betraying your rendezvous in the stacks. Beads of sweat cling to your forehead and neck.

A few splashes of cold water help clear the fog in your brain but as it dissipates embarrassment sets in. Making out with a handsome man is one thing. Making out with the librarian assisting in the most important work of your life is an entirely different ordeal; one that can only spell trouble.

Pacing back and forth, the cool paper towel on the back of your neck helps calm your racing heart enough to leave the safety of the ladies room.

Try as you might to drown under piles of books, it’s useless. You pretend to read the same passages over and over but none of the words register. The kiss replays over and over and over again. You kissed Yoongi. Yoongi kissed you back. He tried to kiss you again when you pulled away.

The end of the day inevitably comes which means you have to face him whether you want to or not. But you won’t allow a single lapse of judgment to affect your work; a moment of weakness propelled by months of abstinence that just so happened to coincide with a surly librarian’s entrance into your life. You just needed to get it out of your system. If it hadn’t been Yoongi it would have been someone else. 

At least that’s what you tell yourself.

A glance at your watch informs you that today is the second day you’ll leave the library early. Rather than give into the stubborn instinct to stay, you decide putting as much distance between yourself and Yoongi is far better for your mental health. With squared shoulders and a raised chin, you head downstairs. 

Yoongi’s waiting behind the counter. He isn’t typing on his computer or scanning books. He watches every step you take, arms crossed in front as he leans forward like he’s eager for a confrontation. 

“Yoongi,” you say.

“Y/N.”

You use every fiber of will to maintain eye contact as you pass your stack over the counter. “I’ll need these same ones tomorrow.”

“Okay.” He nods. “And the kiss?”

“What kiss?” you croak.

Yoongi’s eyes blaze like you’re a new puzzle to be solved, like he wants to take you apart and find exactly what makes you tick. You feel naked. “The one where you—”

“Must have been someone else. Sorry. Have a good night!” You rush for the door before he can say another word.

Another morning is another day in the library, but this time your roommate begs to tag along. 

“Look, I’m not getting anything done on my thesis so maybe you’ll rub off on me,” Taehyung says.

Rolling your eyes, you step through the door he holds open. “I think you’ve had plenty of people rub off on you.”

Gasping with fake indignation, he catches up easily. “Are you calling me a slut?” 

“Yes.”

“Good, I wanted to make sure we were on the same page. Is that him?”

Yoongi and Jungkook are talking behind the counter. Jungkook’s hands wave wildly as he recounts whatever information to his boss while Yoongi listens with fake interest. Or that's what someone else might think. The subtle signs he cares are hidden in the details; the miniscule lift of shoulders, a cock of his head, and when Jungkook pouts in a way too ridiculous for a man his size, Yoongi hides a smile in the shake of his head.

“Yes.”

“And I’m the slut?” Taehyung scowls as you pinch his shoulder. “What? He’s a nerd’s walking wet dream.” 

“And he can hear you, so shut up.”

“Morning!” Jungkook calls on his way past with a cart full of books. 

He grins like he knows exactly what happened on the second floor yesterday but that can’t be true. Yoongi doesn’t seem like the type to kiss and tell. Only the type to kiss and tease you relentlessly for it when no one else is around to hear.

Taehyung’s attention immediately locks on him. You love your roommate, always have and, unfortunately, always will; but he is a slut and Jungkook is definitely his type. However, he’s on your turf and knows better than to fuck where you have to eat for the next few months. 

“Y/N, Y/N’s friend,” Yoongi says when you approach his desk. 

“Taehyung.” 

“Right,” Yoongi drawls, blinking lazily before sliding your books over and turning around to sort something on the opposite counter.

Taehyung, ever the gentleman, grabs the pile for you and follows upstairs. 

“Well he seems like a cup of sunshine,” Taehyung whispers. 

“Just because he isn’t fawning over you doesn’t mean he’s an asshole.”

“I’m very fawn-able, ask anyone,” your roommate argues as you approach the fifth floor. “Wait, what's this… How to Defeat Your Own Clone and Other Tips for Surviving the Biotech Revolution. This is the type of shit he’s giving you? You’re easier than I am.”

“Give me that.” You snatch the paperback out of his grip. “Stop being nosy.”

Taehyung lets you work in peace after that, disappearing to gather more of his own materials. Even in undergrad he’d never been one to sit still for long. But he still managed to get a spot doing an engineering thesis despite the constant changes in his attention.

After several hours of mind numbing typing you need a break, and another cup of coffee on someone else’s dime sounds perfect.

“I’m getting coffee.”

“Bring me some,” Taehyung says without looking up from his screen.

The staff lounge is nothing fancy. A couple small tables with plastic chairs tucked around, a cork board covered with fliers, and a white board stuck to the fridge scrawled upon with black dry erase marker. The coffee pot sits full in the machine, still hot to the touch. 

You pour two cups. Taehyung’s gets loaded with creamer cups until it’s closer to white than black while yours is sweetened to sickening perfection. When you try to take a sip, the liquid immediately burns your tongue. Too hot coffee is better than cold coffee but an ice cube would help make it more palatable.

Moving back to the fridge, you go to open the freeze but stop when the white board catches your attention again.

Most notes are chores or friendly reminders about time cards but almost half the board is dedicated to a back and forth.

‘Unofficial Employee of the Month: Jungkook’ 

A note in Yoongi’s tight script: ‘You don’t work here.’

‘That’s why it's unofficial!’ in what must be Jungkook’s messy handwriting.

‘You’re my official employee of the month. - Namjoon’

At the bottom is a crude drawing of stick figures, two tall smiling ones holding hands under a rainbow labeled ‘JK’ and ‘Joon’ and a comically shorter one with evil eyebrows surrounded by storm clouds and ‘yoongi :(’ overhead.

“Snooping for secrets?”

“Jesus Christ,” you jump, turning to face Yoongi. “Has anyone ever told you it’s rude to sneak up on people?”

“You’re in the staff lounge, there’s gonna be staff here.” Yoongi crosses to the coffee pot on the counter and pours himself a cup. He doesn’t add cream or sugar or anything else to lessen the bitterness. Cliche. “So, was bringing your boyfriend here your subtle way of letting me down?”

“You think Taehyung is my boyfriend?” You whirl around in shock. Yoongi raises a brow, prompting you to continue. “Jungkook is more his type than I am.”

Yoongi releases a pleased hum, eyes shining. “So no boyfriend then?”

“Nope.”

You’re shaking but don’t look away from his hungry gaze. Yoongi takes a step closer, and another and one more until you're pinned to the countertop and his mouth is on yours. 

This time, you're more aware of everything. The smell of his cologne, the tickle of his bangs along your forehead, all the tiny details that were muffled before. Yoongi’s lips are firm against your own, a little chapped but it only makes you hotter with each pass.

His mouth is everywhere; your chin, your jaw, peppering down your throat until he pushes aside the hem of your shirt and sets to work on the jut of your collarbone like he’ll never get a chance again. 

“Yoongi,” you hum on the first rake of teeth. 

He takes it as an invitation to dig in harder, sucking the skin until your spine threatens to break and you say his name again. Desperate for some kind of anchor, you knot your fingers back in his hair and pull. 

A throaty noise responds and the need to hear more rears its head. Yoongi who always watches with measured fascination undone by some light petting. The power is addictive. 

Legs spread, he presses in flat. The heat of his cock, rigid beneath the fabric of his jeans, teases across the seam of your own. You're technically still in public but the consequences concern you less than the knowledge that you’ll go mad if you don’t feel him. His arms circle your back, pulling you firmer against him, right to the edge of the linoleum counter.

Wedging a hand between your bodies, you manage to get his zipper undone while your tongue traces along his jaw. Yoongi angles his hips to help, curling into your palm when you cup him over the fabric of his boxers. Every press has him swelling harder. 

His hands reach under your shirt. Skin on skin, the rough calluses of his fingers trace your ribs, thumbs following the cup of your bra in a tease. It’s a simple touch but your own hands falter when he brushes a nipple. You melt into each other.

“Hey, Yoongi, do you know where—HOLY SHIT!”

Jungkook stops at the door, eyes wide, mouth wider. 

“Get out!” Yoongi barks. He’s trying his best to keep your body covered from the younger man’s view but even if Jungkook isn’t getting a full frontal he isn’t dumb enough not to realize what’s going on.

Yoongi shudders a few breaths. Head hung low, he tucks himself back into his pants without moving away. You’re already slipping down from your perch when he looks back up.

“I’m just gonna…go,” you mumble, scurrying out the door.

Jungkook waits outside, eyes still bugging out of his head but at least has the decency to pretend he didn’t catch you in the act.

Tugging your shirt down, you avoid his gaze. How far would you have let Yoongi go if Jungkook hadn’t interrupted? 

“Coffee?” Taehyung asks as you approach the table.

You know what you look like without a mirror. The same as yesterday with glassy eyes and bruised lips, clothes wrinkled. Thankfully, Taehyung is more interested in his modeling software than where you’ve been. 

“They were out.” 

With a sigh like he is personally victimized by the lack of caffeine, Taehyung collapses on the table and plays dead. But he perks up at the sound of footsteps approaching behind you.

“You left this in the break room,” Yoongi says, dropping a cup of coffee by your side before disappearing. 

You turn to follow his retreating for until he’s hidden back between the shelves. The back of his hair is still messy despite his attempt to fix it, same with the wrinkles in his shirt from your hands.

“I thought they were out?” Taehyung eyes you suspiciously when you look back at him.

Cradling the still hot cup in your hands, you avoid his gaze. “Shut up.”

“So you do have to sleep with someone to get a cup of coffee.” 

“I’m not sleeping with him,” you spit in a harsh whisper.

“Why not?”

“Because…”

Because what exactly? There isn’t a good reason other than the fact Jungkook was the king of cockblocks. You would have let Yoongi do just about anything he wanted and he seemed to be in agreement. But you’d rather die than admit that out loud.

“You are so smart and so incredibly stupid.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, rising to pack his things. “I need to pee.”

You point him in the direction of the bathrooms and get back to work.

When Taehyung returns minutes later he starts shoving his things in his bag. “I’m leaving.”

“Why?”

“This is like the epicenter of hot smart men and I refuse to suffer any longer.”

“You got Jungkook’s number,” you deadpan.

Taehyung can’t hide his own shit eating grin. “Yoongi gave it to me.”

“If you’re leaving, so am I.”

“Why?” your roommate whines. 

“Because I got you a hot date and that means you owe me dinner.”

“Technically it was Yoongi but I’ll concede.” Taehyung heaves his bag up. “Come now my dearest, we can still get happy hour if we hurry.” 

You reach in your own bag and toss him your keys. “Go wait in the car. I’ve gotta go grab another book real quick.”

“Whatever,” Taehyung says, mumbling something like ‘nerds’ under his breath as he heads downstairs.

You find Yoongi while on your way to his desk, already toting around the cart piled high with returns from the day. Several of the covers are Taehyung’s picks and somehow the knowledge they’ve spoken almost knocks you off kilter. Taehyung is a good wingman and that’s what worries you most.

“Hi,” he says, kneeling to put a book on a low shelf.

It shouldn’t have the effect it does but something about the way Yoongi looks up at you, on his knees, head tipped back, has your mind running wild with the image of him in the same position with both of you wearing far less clothing. Maybe if you weren’t interrupted in the staff lounge you’d have seen it in real life.

“Hi. Mind if I add these to the pile?” 

“Go ahead.”

The Stocking was Hung sits on top. You don’t wait around to see his reaction.

The temperature had steadily been increasing over the past weeks but this morning is the worst of all. That inescapable warmth fully seeded overnight and promised the comforting days of sweaters and pants are long gone.

Heat makes you lazy and fitful. In the early hours, long before you actually need to be awake, you stare up at the ceiling of your room. Not even a frigid shower helped the stickiness of your skin or laying still in your bed in nothing but one of Taehyung’s shirts and ratty shorts. It followed you everywhere until you left for the same brick building you spend more time at than at home.

Without thought, you throw on the first seasonally appropriate outfit in your closet; a thin dress that covers enough for the public but promises to keep you cool.

Yoongi seems to be taking the change in weather as well as you are. His usual attire is absent, nothing but a white shirt clinging to his torso. The pale skin of his forearms briefly catches your attention but you focus anywhere else to stop from rounding the desk and finishing what started upstairs.

You steel yourself and approach the desk, determined to act normal.

Familiar dark eyes flash up to greet you but Yoongi’s mouth doesn’t form any words. He just stares at you. You can feel the weight of his gaze on your shoulders, your neck, and then he pointedly keeps them trained on your eyes. Like he's willing to pretend yesterday didn’t happen. 

He doesn’t speak when he passes over the same pile of books as yesterday but you can feel him burn a hole in your back. Even after you climb up the stairs and out of sight, the prickling sensation you’re being watched follows.

You don’t get anything done. The words on the page might as well be another language as your mind races.

Yoongi didn’t give you an extra book today.

An endless list of potential explanations race through your mind. Maybe you’d been too forward with your choice. Maybe he’s gotten it out of his system, a quick tryst in the employee lounge enough to satiate his curiosity. Maybe because it’s the second time you’ve brushed him off. Even if it wasn’t your fault Jungkook stumbled in before anything worthwhile could happen. 

But he isn’t speaking to you and he isn’t giving you the random book you’ve come to look forward to every morning. 

Channeling the restless energy of overthinking, you take a lap around the floor. You pause to flip through random books as you zigzag through the stacks. Anything to take your mind off the unshakable tension sticking in the air like syrup.

Your laptop is in sleep mode by the time you reluctantly come back. Everything is as you left except a book you’ve never seen before sits on top of the open one you’d been reading.

There’s a Boy in the Girls’ Bathroom. 

A sticky note sticks up from the inside of the cover. A bolt of excitement shoots down your spine. When you flip it open a familiar handwriting stares back: ‘on the seventh floor’.

You hadn’t been gone too long but the fear of making him wait has you rushing up the stairs. Each step brings you closer to where he waits until you’re opening the bathroom door.

“Yoongi?” 

A hand wraps around your upper arm, yanking you in. Another hand silences a surprised shout before you realize it’s Yoongi and not a murderer pinning you to the interior of the door you just came through.

“Jesus, you scared me.” 

“Sorry,” he breathes. “It’s just not a good look for me to be up here.”

“Oh, really?” You smile. “And why is that?”

“This is my job.”

“Didn’t seem to stop you before.”

“Who says it’s stopping me now?”

He thumbs the strap of your dress, hooking under the thin material and dragging it down your arm. The heat and weight of Yoongi against you, touching you so simply, makes you vibrate. Yoongi moves into your neck, panting with a grind against your thigh. “I swear I don’t usually do this.”

You want to argue that you have two accounts that he does do this often, at least with you. But for someone who says they don’t, Yoongi is surprisingly natural. The tease prickling the end of your tongue fizzles out under his teeth across the curve of your shoulder, goosebumps blossoming along your back. 

A whimper unbecoming of an adult woman breaks the lullaby of summer air conditioner singing through the vents. You’re sweating under the cling of your dress, skin hot to the touch thanks to Yoongi’s attention; long fingers curved around your waist, thumbs skimming just under your breast.

“Could have fooled me.”

“This is a very nice dress.” His mouth bites down your neck, taking advantage of the new strips of skin the neckline unveils.

“That’s all it takes?” you pant from the wet of his tongue. “A pretty dress?”

“If you think,” he whispers into your ear. “I’m doing this because of your dress then you really haven’t been paying attention.”

The dark locks of his hair are too alluring to resist, tempting one of your own hands to scratch against the tip of his spine when Yoongi rolls against you again. A firm tug brings him to your mouth, lips molding to one another in a searing kiss. You can taste the coffee from the lounge and the faintest hint of cigarette smoke, like he thought to hide it before asking you to follow him.

“How long? How long have you wanted this?”

Yoongi hooks one of your thighs higher, savoring the heat of your core against the crotch of his pants with a slow thrust. “Since you came in and busted my balls over not having that archived manuscript when the website said we did.”

You remember that day. Patience thin from Taehyung’s loud overnight guest, you stormed into the library looking to take it out on a photocopy of the manuscript only for the only copy to be AWOL. Yoongi became the surrogate for your rage, his eyes burning into your skull as questioned how he could let it happen.

The next day was when he started adding books to your stack.

“That was months ago.”

“I’m a patient guy.”

You want him naked; ache to catalog what he’s hidden underneath bulky sweaters and loose button ups over the past few months. But that idea has to wait for somewhere less risky. You settle for dipping your hand under his shirt, tracing your fingers over the elastic of his boxers peeking from the waistband of his pants.

Attempting to hide the effect he has, you loop your fingers in his belt loops and pull him even closer so your face is hidden in the crook of his neck. “There’s a Boy in the Girls’ Bathroom? A little on the nose, don’t you think?”

“Like The Stocking was Hung is any better?” Yoongi sighs as your mouth ghosts over the rising vein webbing the side of his throat.

“Hey!” you object, rising to face him. “I thought you’d appreciate it after that mothman book.”

“I appreciate you complimenting my dick plenty.”

Yoongi doesn’t let you go, hands palming at the swell of your ass the entire way from the door to the counter. He’s got one hand curved along your jaw, thumb hooked around your chin and his teeth bruising your lower lip. The edge of granite digs in your spine but not for long as he lifts you and settles on his knees to dive under your skirt. 

He kisses up your calf, tongue snaking across the knob of your knee then the plush of your thigh. Just when you feel a puff of breath against the damp crotch of your panties, Yoongi falls to repeat the same path against your other leg. 

You don’t suffer for long. Pooling the excess fabric around your waist, Yoongi blinks up from between your thighs. The pink of his tongue follows the edge of your panties, wetting the fabric more until it clings obscenely. 

He pushes his glasses up to rest on the top of his head, keeping the mess of gray and black hair out of his eyes before diving back down.

His tongue lathers over your covered slit with a groan. “Taste better than I imagined.”

“You thought about this?”

“Couldn’t stop thinking about it. On my desk, yours, against that fucking bookshelf.” Yoongi punctures each word with more wet kisses against your core. “In my car, my bed. Everywhere.”

A cool breath has your thighs squeezing around his head thanks to the erotic combination of his spit and your own fluids drenching your panties. “Is this all you think about?”

“I had to come up here and jerk off yesterday because I couldn’t stop thinking about your hands.”

Your panties are pulled to the side before you can indulge in the new visual blooming on the edge of consciousness. “Yoongi.”

Eyes closed, his mouth circles your clit, tongue gently stroking you to life. Every pass against the sensitive bundle of nerves has your thighs squeezing around his head. 

The first prod of fingers makes Yoongi’s hold on the crook of your knee tighten. He stretches you back open, eyes following the way you suck him inside; coating his spindly digits with more arousal each time.

“A-ah,” you shake. “Please.”

Yoongi chances a glance up at your face, the needy sheen in your eyes, the way your mouth gapes, and decides to take mercy. 

He latches back onto your clit. Yoongi groans as you tug his hair, knocking his glasses to the ground. The pace he works your remains lethargic, savoring the kick of your hips until you grind against his mouth. 

Throaty groans vibrate against your cunt, tightening the muscles along the inside of your thighs. Neither of you are doing a good job muffling yourselves but if it’s between getting caught and having him stop then you’ll deal with the consequences when they come.

“Oh, Yoongi.” Your chest pulls tight; spurred on by the sounds of Yoongi bullying your insides, his mouth smacking against your folds. “I’m— oh, oh, oh!”

The rough crook of his fingers sends you flying. Only the pressure of his shoulders keep you from slipping off the counter as you explode against his mouth. Euphoria rushes your veins, licks of pleasure overwhelming. Every muscle quivers as Yoongi works you through until you use his hair to pull him away.

He’s quick on his feet. You’re still recovering as Yoongi pushes your bra down and draws one of your nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking until you pull his hair again. Eyes cinched tight, face wet, you force his pants open then his underwear until Yoongi is almost as exposed as you are; pretty in your palm, sticky and hot to the touch.

But it’s not enough to feel him in your hand, you need to feel him inside. To fill you up where you sit hollow and aching without his fingers to provide a sliver of relief. “Fuck me.”

Yoongi doesn’t tease, has no quip about how needy you are. He keeps his mouth on your chest and uses his hands to grab something out of his pocket. It happens so fast you don’t even realize the condom is on until he nudges between your legs.

Your nails dig into his back, breathing through the initial stretch is the only way you stay quiet. Yoongi hides himself back in your neck, strained noises clawing out of his throat.

Yoongi isn’t gentle. Not caution or waiting. Months of push and pull destroy any desire for him to treat you as something fragile. He rushes into desperately, forcing your palm flat against the mirror behind you for some semblance of stability.

“God,” he grunts. “You’re incredible.”

You whimper a quiet acknowledgement, too fucked out to blush under his praise; pulling Yoongi closer until he’s scooping his hands underneath your ass, thrusting into you over and over. His mouth finds yours. Greedy. Hungry. 

It’s Yoongi who struggles to stay quiet. Even through the kiss he moans loud enough you feel it in your throat. You listen to them all, twisting the hand knotted in his hair to hear the whine you’ve quickly become obsessed with.

“Should have done this sooner,” your back arches and Yoongi’s mouth slips back down. 

“I tried. But you kept ignoring me.”

“I wasn’t—fuck—ignoring you.” Yoongi is everywhere. His taste on your mouth, cologne burned in your nose. The feel of him all over your body. “Shit.”

He fucks you harder to prove a point, hand slipping down to rub your clit. Your second orgasm glows on the edges. If Yoongi keeps playing with you, stretching you in half on his cock and biting a mark into your breast, you know you’ll come.

You focus on breathing. Letting it come to you instead of chasing it, overthinking it to the point it evades you. It’s easier than usual. Yoongi doesn't leave room for anything else beyond feeling good. 

“Oh my god,” you whisper as the cord tightens. 

Everything turns white hot, pleasure tearing through your muscles and ripping them to shreds. You convulse in Yoongi’s hold, only pinned down by his hips fucking you brutally. Nerves shot, Yoongi babbles praise in your ear but it's indecipherable from the headrush.

Yoongi follows you over the edge a few strokes later, twitching inside you until he stills. His hips give a few arrhythmic bucks as he fills the condom with his load. 

There's something nastier about clothed sex. The way sweat makes your clothes cling tighter, the rush of needing each other so badly you can’t be bothered to do more than pull things to the side. 

You feel dirty but in a good way. Yoongi kisses across the apples of your cheeks, your chin, your forehead, even your brows, but never returns to your lips. Each leaves you more frustrated than the last, muscles twitching beneath and head turning at the last second to try and meet his mouth. 

Tricking you with a brief connection, he laughs when you chase his lips as he dodgers back. But a pout and whine bring him back into your orbit.

He cleans you up with paper towels, wiping away the mess between your thighs with something akin to disappointment. But he doesn’t complain as he fixes your clothes and then his own. Muscles like jelly, you fall into his side when he helps you down from the counter. 

With a kiss to your temple, “Let's get out of here.”

“Morning, Yoongi.” You smile as you walk up to his desk.

A set of dark eyes rise to greet you, taking the cup of coffee you so graciously offer before smiling as well. “Good morning.”

Jungkook gawks like he’s never seen you two speak before. Round eyes bounce between you and Yoongi as if it’s a tennis match instead of a normal conversation. Probably because Yoongi was less than subtle when he pulled you out of the building yesterday, telling him to call Namjoon if anything came up.

Or maybe because you’re wearing one of Yoongi’s shirts.

You discovered much about the mysterious librarian overnight. He’d taken you back to his apartment; a perfect extension of himself decorated with dark furniture and more books than anyone could possibly read. Yoongi owned a collection of vinyl records that rivaled his book collection, he was a great cook, and he was studying to take the entrance exam for law school. 

After you were wined and dined, Yoongi dedicated hours between your legs. On his couch, against the massive bookcase in his living room, between the sheets of his bed. 

He also had a kink for eating you out while you explained your thesis in precise detail.

You’d only been allowed to leave when Yoongi was getting ready for work, not that you'd put up much argument. 

You make a scene of sorting through the stack he slides over. It’s not that you don’t trust Yoongi. But now that you’ve had a taste, you’re addicted to his presence. But he unfortunately can’t follow you upstairs so you savor the time now. 

“One of my books is missing,” you say.

“Oh, right.”

Yoongi passes over an unfamiliar copy.

Maybe He Just Likes You

And the blue sticky note attached, with his handwriting. ‘Dinner when you're done?’

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A little show

Pairing: Min Yoongi x f!reader

Genre: uni au, pure smut with a dash of plot, some fluff, strangers to lovers

Word count: 9.6k

Summary: Who knew that getting off in the uni bathroom to get away from the world's most boring lecture could lead to getting absolutely railed by a cute postgrad student... but third time's the charm, right?

Warnings: slight exhibitionism, masturbation in a public bathroom, sex in a public bathroom (for once they're even using condoms lol), yoongi is a little shit but he'll rock your world, dirty talk, slight choking kink, dom-ish yoongi, who am i kidding he's a fucking beast, fingering, backshots, rough sex, some begging, biting and marking, they literally don't talk to each once before fucking

A/N: oof this was totally unplanned but i cannot be held responsible for anything after seeing the d-day concert movie, this is all yoongi's fault. also it ends surprisingly fluffy for the filth that's contained within

credit for the divider to @saradika-graphics, thank you so much <3

I blinked rapidly, trying to keep myself awake while the lecturer droned on, his nervous slightly stuttering voice carrying through the classroom and lulling everyone into a half-asleep haze. Every Tuesday I had to sit through 90 minutes of this man stumbling through every topic, trying to connect with the classroom full of people while anxiously stepping around the whiteboard projecting his presentation.

I was fully understanding, this was his first year teaching and he still hasn’t shaken off the stage fright, but that didn’t stop me from wishing I had never enrolled into this class and rather spent the time doing literally anything else. It didn’t help that it was an afternoon lecture, dragging on until 5PM, which was usually the time I was already completely fried.

I looked around, noting the other students similarly fighting off sleep or browsing internet on their notebooks, some valiantly still trying to keep their attention on the lecturer and failing miserably. I watched the girl in the row in front of me order a cute sweater, deliberating between two colours for about ten minutes before choosing strawberry pink. I approved.

My body was screaming from being bent over the desk in my boredom, back bent so crooked when I straightened out it cracked vertebra after vertebra like a xylophone from nightmares. I sighed, squirmed around, checked the time. Only 5 minutes have passed since I last looked. I barely suppressed a groan. I couldn’t sit still for longer than a minute, leaning back then pressing forward, folding and unfolding my legs, just trying to find a comfortable position to spend the next 40 minutes in and failing.

After 5 more minutes I reached a boiling point, playing with the thought of just booking it halfway through, but instead my unoccupied brain started entertaining itself by slipping into a territory that it deemed more fun. I started thinking about what I’d rather be doing, where I’d rather be, flushing slightly from embarrassment but surrendering to these thoughts as they presented at least some form of entertainment.

I made it barely 10 minutes before I was so painfully wet and aroused I definitely couldn’t make it through the lecture anymore. I had to do something about it, now.

I wasn’t shy about the fact that I occasionally enjoyed wanking in some more public spaces like bathrooms, the thrill of someone possibly coming in and having to keep quiet was getting to me. I didn’t indulge in it often, just when I got really bored and my brain immediately went to “let’s get off to entertain ourselves” instead of doing something normal like other people, just when I was sure there was only a slight chance of someone actually coming across me.

But thinking all that, I realised I’d never taken such liberty while I was in the uni building, probably just thinking about getting out of there as quickly as possible, but fuck, this lecture was getting to me. Somehow it felt more morally wrong than some other random ass places, but I deliberated on it. We were in a secluded corner of the building, it was really high and there was no elevator, the classrooms were smaller and above there was construction going on, which resulted in this place usually being totally deserted except for those unlucky souls that still had lectures here. I was pretty sure there was no other class going on here right now and the chance of someone from here going to the bathroom at the same time was slim.

On a whim I decided to take the risk, my body heating up knowing I was about to give in to the need. I quickly stood up, grabbed my phone and made my way outside. The hall was empty except for a single guy sitting by a table directly across from the bathroom door, but I figured it would be fine. He was wearing headphones anyway, head bobbing to a beat I couldn’t hear and fingers nimbly clicking something on his laptop and toying with the mouse. I slipped past him quietly and went straight for the bathroom door.

Inside was quiet, as if cut off from the outside world, the only two toilets both empty and door wide open. I went to the further one, not that it made much difference with how small the room was, but it still made me feel a little better.

With the door closed and locked for better feeling of security, the excitement finally got the better of me and I rushed to stick my hand into my skirt to pull down my tights and panties, fingers immediately finding the slick folds.

I bent over, the stall small enough to allow me to lean on my elbow on one wall while my ass pressed into the other, fingers going straight for my clit and wasting no time in pressing on it and circling it desperately. Quiet sighs of pleasure spilled from my lips, body trembling with pleasure heightened by the fact I was in a public space.

I barely even touched myself and I could already feel how fucked out I was getting, knees shaking and the pleasure mounting dangerously fast. In my mind I imagined myself bent over the toilet and a warm presence behind me, getting fucked good, strong hands gripping my waist hard, pulling me back on the cock like a toy while telling me to shut up, laughing at me while I bit my fist trying not to let the whole university know how good I was feeling.

My orgasm was approaching embarrassingly quickly, the pad of my finger furiously toying with my clit while my knees were shaking with the mounting pressure waiting to snap. I was so wet I felt my juices dripping down my thighs, dripping onto my hand and making my finger slip all the time as I tried to get myself to cum as fast as possible.

That didn’t seem to be that hard as I could already feel myself hurling towards the edge, cunt spasming around nothing, desperately wishing to be filled, as my ass pressed harder into the wall and my back arched. I could feel a little cramp starting up in my wrist, but I didn’t let up, keeping the pace on my clit as I felt the start of an intense orgasm, the sensation bursting through me like a tornado and I let out a moan muffled into the crook of my elbow. My knees buckled with the force of it and thank god that I was still leaning on the wall otherwise I would have for sure fallen down.

My whole body relaxed, thighs and knees still shaking as I tried to get my breathing back under control. The bathroom was suddenly eerily quiet now that there wasn’t blood rushing through my ears and I wasn’t blinded by my own ecstasy, and I flushed in embarrassment but still couldn’t stop myself from a little joyful giggle leaving my lips in breathless wonder.

I took my time getting myself back into order, cleaning myself up and righting my clothes again. I was in there for only about 15 minutes, so there was no reason to rush. I did notice that my legs had a little boneless swagger to them as I suddenly went from high strung in boredom to perhaps a little too relaxed, a stupid little grin pulling at my lips as I swayed my hips leisurely.

But that changed the moment I walked back out onto the hall. The second I was out of the bathroom I immediately found myself in direct eye contact with the sole student sitting out there. I only had a second to note he was very attractive before I realised he was watching me with the air of amusement, eyes darkening and a smirk forming on his lips as he leaned back and gave me a once over.

I flushed under his heavy gaze, freezing like a deer in headlights. It was obvious he knew what I’d been doing in there, something in my demeanour must have given me away. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his eyes lingering on my hands clutched together before amused grin set onto his face.

I broke out from the daze suddenly and set into motion again, escaping his hungry eyes and entertained aura, hurriedly scurrying back into the classroom where I sat stewing in my own shame for the rest of the lecture.

When I walked back out after we were dismissed, the hall was empty, to my great relief.

“Come on, you should come tomorrow at least for a little bit,” Jungkook whined, pouting at me and hands tugging at the sleeve of my shirt. I gave him an unimpressed look, firmly resistant to his charms, which probably made me the only person in the world that was capable of that.

“I told you Kookie, I’m not feeling it this week,” I said for the fifteenth time that day, “Maybe next time.” The dance major cutely stomped his foot and tugged on my sleeve again. His wild hair flailed around with the wind, probably getting into his eyes, but he ignored it in favour of annoying me.

“But the next party won’t be for god knows how long,” he whined, giving me his ultimate puppy eyes and blinking cutely, “Come on Y/N, you need to let go a little.” Now, I would lie if I wasn’t swayed a little bit, but the exhaustion was weighing on me and I was looking forward to just having a quiet evening in ignoring all of my responsibilities and pretending I have no essays due and there aren’t any deadlines I was missing.

“I’m sorry Kook,” I softened my tone a little to convey I truly was apologetic, smiling at him gently, “I promise I will definitely go to the next party.” The man brightened and straightened out, letting go of me and setting out on the sidewalk leading out of the campus.

“I have your word! No takebacks!” he shouted excitedly and I ran after him laughing. I knew he wouldn’t let me forget it, so I just resigned myself to going to the next party even though I quite disliked them. I had nothing against partying, but I just preferred to go clubbing and dancing, not spend my evening sitting on a stained couch in someone’s living room listening to total strangers get zoinked out of their minds and talk about assignments. But I would go for Kookie. Just once though.

We walked side by side for a moment, just enjoying the awakening spring. It was still pretty cold outside, but the sun shone more often and the temperatures were enough to wear just a light jacket instead of coats with shawls, so I soaked in the atmosphere. People were beginning to filter outside, sitting around on the green grass, talking and studying, and it was nice to see.

Looking around I suddenly froze, standing still in the middle of the path while Kook continued for a few more strides before he realised I wasn’t following. He gave me a confused look, but I was already fighting an embarrassed blush and didn’t pay him much mind.

On the grass by a big tree was quite a familiar looking student, his long wavy dark hair similarly pushed around by the wind as he bobbed his head to music presumably playing in his headphones. He was wearing all black, standing out as a sore thumb in contrast with the green lit up by sun, but he was fully engrossed in his laptop and paid no attention to anything going on around him.

“Hey Kookie,” I called out to my friend, finally looking at him, “Do you know who that guy is?” I discreetly pointed in the man’s direction, hoping I wouldn’t draw anybody’s attention by being a fucking weirdo. Jungkook was a social butterfly despite his shyness and he seemed to know half the university (probably a side effect of hanging out with Jimin all the time), even people from majors that had nothing in common with his, so I was pretty confident he would be able to correctly identify the menace of my life.

“Who?” he started confusedly looking around, eyes jumping around the students just living their lives. I tried pointing again, hoping he would see where I meant without having to outstretch my arm fully. “There, that guy in the black sitting under that tree.”

Jungkook’s eyes finally locked onto his figure and a recognition immediately lit up his face. I chuckled. Of course he did know him.

“Oh sure!” he exclaimed, “that’s Yoongi hyung. He’s a little bit university famous.” I looked at him in shock and then glanced back to the expressionless man sitting on the lawn.

“Famous? Famous how?” I pressed for more info, this time it was me who way playing up the cute act, hanging onto Jungkook’s arm and batting my eyelashes at him. He gave me an amused smile, seeing right through me.

“Well, he’s handsome and yet cool and mysterious, girls love that shit,” Kook played it up, flipping his hair sassily and fluttering his lashes, making me scoff at him amusedly, “Plus he’s a rapper and sometimes performs in the local clubs and bars, so he’s pretty popular.” I turned us away from the black-clad student who was still unaware of anything going on around him and pulled us back onto the path.

“I see,” I hummed noncommittally, not giving him any indication of why I would suddenly ask about Yoongi, but based on the amused looks Kookie was giving me, he must have had an inkling why the sudden interest.

“He’s actually in the same year as Joonie hyung, they’re interning together at the same studio,” Jungkook continued, keeping his eyes on me to gauge my reaction. I hummed again, not saying anything anymore and just sending him teasing looks.

“If you come to the party tomorrow, Yoongi’s for sure gonna be there,” Kookie mentioned seemingly casually, watching me out of the corner of his eyes as he pretended he didn’t care mischievously.

I only shot him a glare and pulled on his arm, leading us out of the campus towards the café where we were supposed to meet Jimin and Tae, Kookie’s friends who graciously adopted me into the group after I got befriended by the shy giant.

For the rest of the afternoon I could feel Jungkook’s eyes on me, his lips pulled into a barely concealed smile as he fought the impulse to tease me in front of the boys about what he must have thought was an embarrassing crush on the school’s resident heartthrob. I ostentatiously ignored him, only shooting him warning glares here and there to which he always responded with shit-eating grins. Jimin and Tae kept giving us confused and entertained glances but ultimately decided against asking what was going on, much to my relief.

God, if they only knew the truth about why Yoongi even was on my radar in the first place.

The next Tuesday I walked into the classroom again, fully determined to sit through the whole lecture and not move even an inch from my seat. This time I chose a chair in the back, where I could comfortably be on my phone and distract myself from the thoughts of last week, from the attractive man and his smirks. I wondered whether he was sitting there again today, listening to what I now assumed was his own music, laid-back and effortlessly hot. I began to squirm in my seat again, but I quickly tempered it down, scolding myself gently for having such a one-track mind.

Once again I made it through an hour and with 30 minutes left, I began to face a crisis. The boredom was getting to me and I needed to use the toilet, my bladder screaming for help and making me shift around on my chair in discomfort. I thought that I couldn’t really face the bathroom without getting extremely embarrassed, but in the end I lost the battle to nature and got up.

Only, stepping onto the hall, I looked up and lo and behold, there he was – Yoongi sitting peacefully by the window and clicking away on his computer, his big black headphones firmly on as always. The movement by the door must have registered at the corner of his field of vision and he eagerly looked up.

The moment his eyes laid on my figure, frozen once again in the hallway and heating up under his stare, he smirked widely like he won the lottery, leaning back and making himself comfortable on the chair. With his gaze following my every movement I hurried into the bathroom, cheeks blushing and knees turning into jelly.

On instinct I went to the furthest stall and locked the door behind me shakily. Having taken care of my business I paced the stall nervously, already feeling myself bend under the tension. I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again, knowing Yoongi was sitting outside fully aware of the nature of my little trip last week, but his demeanour, the winning smirk and dark eyes made me want to break that promise.

Embarrassingly enough, I could already feel myself getting wet again and I begun to lose the conviction to just walk away and go sit back into the classroom for another terrible 30 minutes. The thoughts of Yoongi waiting in the hallway, hungrily watching the bathroom door and thinking about me with my hand up my skirt were getting to me and I finally broke.

Swiftly pulling down my tights and underwear I didn’t waste anymore time in sticking my fingers between my folds, gathering the wetness and rubbing the swollen bud begging for attention. I couldn’t hold back the little sighs and moans of pleasure, my body hyper-sensitive and the lust coursing through my body more intense than I could remember ever feeling.

It didn’t take long before I was choking on the moans I desperately tried to stifle on my arm, knees shaking and close to buckling and pussy clenching on nothing, feeling so empty and so desperate for anything I was losing my mind.

And if I was deliriously cumming on my fingers only a moment later while imagining Yoongi fucking me roughly in the uni bathroom, that was only my business.

With trembling fingers I quickly cleaned myself up, blushing when I realised I was so wet the whole top of my thighs was covered in my sticky juices. Putting myself back together I rushed to scrub my hands clean and soon I was standing behind the door, taking a few deep breaths but the excitement still getting the better of me and I eagerly walked out, expectantly looking for Yoongi’s reaction with a little sly smile on my face.

And I was not disappointed.

The second I stepped out, his head snapped in my direction, confirming that he really was waiting for me to come out. His cheeks were also lightly dusted with pink from excitement, his eyes as dark as midnight with his pupils blown wide with lust. He immediately licked his lips, eyes raking over my form and taking in the shaky knees and trembling hips, the blush on my face, both from recovering from an orgasm and shyness, hair a mess and lips bitten red.

Yoongi suddenly stood up and I realised that he packed up his laptop and headphones, all his stuff probably stuffed into his neat backpack that hung off of his shoulder. He side-stepped from the table and leisurely made his way towards me, black dress pants nicely hugging his form, white tee tucked into them accentuating his slim waist and a thick black oversized shirt hanging off him in a way that made me slightly feral.

But there was something else he wanted me to see, and I clocked it as soon as he got close enough, cheeks absolutely blazing red and my pussy valiantly clenching again even after such an orgasm.

He was hard. When my eyes slid down again to appreciate how the pants fit him so perfectly they landed on an unmistakable bulge, the front of his pants tenting in a tell-tale sign of how much he enjoyed my little show. I gasped and suddenly all confidence sapped from my body and I was left aroused and aching, willing to do anything. He watched me with a mix of condescension and arousal, knowing how easily he won over me and loving how receptive I was to just a light teasing, how the blush spread down to my collarbones and my mouth opened subconsciously, eyes glazing over and brain no doubt filled only with the thoughts of his cock.

But with an arrogant smirk he passed right by me, heading for the door of the men’s bathroom. Only when he was halfway through the door, he threw me a look over his shoulder, winking at me and his grin turned wild and rough. Then he disappeared inside.

I was left in the hall gasping for air, body ravaged by tension and lust and head full of images of Yoongi standing in the bathroom stall and hurriedly yanking at his cock, the red tip wet with pre-cum, the liquid getting smeared all over his length by his eager hands trying to get himself to completion as fast as possible. I imagined him grunting, head thrown back and mouth open but still curled into that annoying smirk.

A door opened somewhere a little down the hall and a mess of voices flowed out, startling me out of my reverie and I realised I had been just standing in the middle of an empty hallway staring dumbly at the bathroom door. I felt the bashfulness catch up to me and it sprung me into movement. With one last look at the door I scurried back into the class and spent the last 15 minutes staring into the wall with flaming red cheeks.

When I walked out after the class ended, Yoongi was back to his place, sitting completely relaxed into his chair and grinning lazily when his eyes caught mine. I felt my whole body jerk with a bolt of lust, but I ducked my head and quickly ran down the stairs, rushing out of the building and towards the café where the boys were already waiting for me. Jungkook stared at my flustered face with an unreadable expression, and I let him think whatever he wanted, too preoccupied with fighting the image of Yoongi cumming all over himself just twenty minutes ago thinking of me masturbating just a wall over.

Later that week, after many orgasms, much deliberating and a whole lot of shame I decided I needed to hear his voice. I kept thinking back to how Jungkook mentioned he was in the same year and major as Namjoon and that he was a performing rapper, and I knew Namjoon put his stuff online. And if Yoongi really was a known name in the bar scene around the area, he must have too.

Asking Jungkook about his stage name would be too humiliating, so instead I decided to rake through Namjoon’s insta because he must have his friend’s account there somewhere, hoping Yoongi would forgive me a little social media stalking. Firstly I scrolled through Namjoon’s posted pictures, but he rarely tagged other people. Most of his pictures were of artworks or Joonie doing something silly and living his best life.

So I switched to the pictures that others tagged you in. It took a while, but I was able to see that most of them were from this guy Hoseok that I had seen around but haven’t really spoken to. I knew he was a double major because he did dance like Jungkook and Jimin, but I had never realised he was also in the same major and year as Namjoon. He seemed to post a lot from the studio, often with Joon hunched over his computer in the background, but after some digging I was able to find one that had them all in it.

It was also from the studio, it must have been the one the boys were interning in, presumably all of them together. Hoseok’s face was grinning in one corner as he was taking the selfie and even though it was dark, you could clearly see two men sitting at a table together and discussing something with serious looks on their faces. A laptop sat between them and one of them had his hand lying on the pause button. It was Yoongi and Joon. Only their side-profile could be seen in the photo, but it was unmistakably them. The description only said “hyung is scolding joonie again” but tapping on the photo it showed that both of them had been tagged. Bingo.

Yoongi’s account was full of mostly dark pictures, some from the same studio and some were of him on stage mid performance, but there weren’t as many as Namjoon and Hoseok had on theirs. I scanned some of them quickly, but even though he looked super hot and the photos were extremely well done, it wasn’t the reason of my searching.

I checked the name of the account again – it was Agust D. And there was a link in the bio. Without thinking I clicked it and was transported to Spotify, Yoongi’s entire career laid out clearly in front of my eyes in the form of three albums.

I spent the evening listening to them, letting his music wash over me and losing myself in the beat and the lyrics. No matter what I was looking for when I wanted to listen to it, I got everything and more. I suddenly understood all those star-struck students that according to Kookie trailed hopelessly after Yoongi, the man had a real talent and an aura that just sucked you right in, like a fly getting trapped in a very smug spider’s web.

His voice was surprisingly lower and rougher than I anticipated, the songs had no shortage of him growling or screaming, emotions pouring off of his voice in waves that just swept me along.

And I couldn’t wait to find out what he sounded like when he was getting his rocks off.

The next Tuesday I climbed those 4 floors of stairs confidently, wearing a short skirt and cute heels, gingerly picking a spot in the class that would allow me to slink off in the middle of the lecture again. Yoongi wasn’t sitting in the hallway yet, but I believed he’d show up soon enough.

The anticipation was coursing through my veins, making me jittery and giggly. From the corner of my eye I could see a classmate giving me a strange look, mouthing at me if I was okay and I nodded hurriedly, giving her a smile, hoping she wouldn’t pay any attention to me when I had to leave.

If the two lectures before were unbearable, this one took the cake. I could barely contain myself, squirming in my seat, trying to make myself comfortable while I checked the time every 2 minutes, wishing half the lecture had already gone by and always getting disappointed at how early it still was.

My mind was going into overdrive, feeding me ideas and fantasies, replaying last week’s encounter on loop. I couldn’t see anything except for Yoongi’s lopsided smirk planted firmly on his face as he made his way into the bathroom to jerk off, his face as he came thinking of me.

The minutes ticked by slowly, and I was absolutely losing my mind, thighs pressing together and hands tangled into the fabric of my skirt, bunching up the material. I made it 40 minutes before I grabbed my phone and sneaked out onto the hall.

Yoongi’s head shot up immediately, already sitting by the window waiting for something. This time I didn’t freeze up, instead I was the one who smirked at him and confidently walked up straight to the bathroom. He watched me raptly, something predatory glinting in his eyes as he leaned forward on the table. Couldn’t help but notice that today he didn’t have his laptop out, he just sat there and watched me, but I moved forward not giving it much thought.

I raised my eyebrow at him and winked right as I disappeared into the bathroom, the door falling shut behind me and sealing me inside in the calm and quietness. I rushed to the furthest stall, shutting the door behind me but not bothering to lock, too horny to think clearly.

I couldn’t believe this was getting to me so much, but the moment I managed to slide my tights low enough and ran my hand through my folds, I was already so wet it was astonishing. I laughed at myself in disbelief as my finger found my clit and circled it. Who would have thought this would become my weekly routine, jerking off in the bathroom while a guy I’ve never even talked to sat outside smirking.

But not today it turned out.

Just as pleasure began coursing through me at the ministrations, pleasured sighs leaving me freely as I got cocky not getting caught until now and the squelching of my wet pussy getting played with rang through the quiet space. Then, I heard the door open.

Immediately I froze, hand stopping but still stuck between my thighs. Slow silent footsteps made their way towards the stalls and I hoped whoever this person was, they would take care of their business quickly and leave right afterwards, but they seemed to be taking this in a really leisurely manner. I was holding my breath, counting the seconds, ears straining to catch any kind of sound coming from them.

“Don’t stop on my account, kitten,” a gruff voice suddenly piped up, the footsteps stopping right outside my stall. Relief and lust rushed through me at his appearance and I couldn’t hold back a desperate whimper, the fingers on my clit going back to work. There was a chuckle behind the door and then he was pushing it open.

I must have been a sight, underwear and tights pushed under my ass, skirt bunched up around my hips, bent over with my back arched leaning on the wall as I desperately played with myself, mouth open and eyes glazed over.

Yoongi’s eyes raked over me and he hummed lowly in appreciation. He made his way in lazily, shutting and locking the door behind him before leaning on it and just watching for a moment. I tried to put on a show for him but I was truly gone, the three weeks of built up arousal carrying me high and my body racing towards the edge in record speed.

I watched him back, watched his dark hungry eyes, his tongue peeking out to wet his upper lip, the way his hands flexed by his hips, twitching with the need to grab himself. I could see his bulge clearly, the tight black jeans barely able to contain it, and I was going crazy for it. When my eyes jumped back to Yoongi’s face, he was smirking at me knowing where I’d been staring at. What I wanted.

Suddenly he pushed himself away from the door and stepped towards me. Startled I straightened out, fingers stopping once more. He descended on me hurriedly, pushing me into the wall with his body, caging me in. Our faces were suddenly only breaths apart and Yoongi took his sweet time, teasing me by getting closer and pulling away with a laugh. I whined, my clean hand coming up to tangle in his hair and he let me, watching me from above as I writhed against him, wordlessly begging for any touch from him.

Finally, he took pity on me and with a cocky grin smashed our mouths together, immediately prying my lips open and licking inside, claiming me roughly and thoroughly. I moaned into him, body arching into his and he pressed closer, pressing me into the wall again and our bodies touched from our heads to our toes. His hand went to my neck, wrapping around it lightly and grabbing my jaw to keep me still as he kissed me with all his might.

Now with both hands I grabbed onto him, one going around his neck and one around the waist, and he broke the kiss to laugh at me quietly, turning my face with his hand so he could kiss around my ear.

“You’re such a little tease, you know that kitten?” he whispered, voice gravelly with arousal, “Coming in here every week… playing with your pussy… making yourself cum… and then coming out and giving me those eyes, cheeks still flushed from your orgasm and yet playing so coy and shy… you’re such a minx.” I tensed, eyes rolling back as he started nipping at my neck, laying wet kisses and bites all over any skin he could get to.

I didn’t even notice when Yoongi’s other hand found its way between my legs, fingers roughly pressing onto my clit. I choked on a moan, head falling back and hitting the tiled wall, hands flexing into his clothes. He bit my shoulder enough to leave a mark, chuckling at my loud keening before pressing his lips to the shell of my ear again.

“Last week I thought I would go crazy sitting there,” Yoongi continued, almost growling into my skin as his fingers twisted meanly around my sensitive nub making me tremble, “I couldn’t focus on anything, not when I knew how much you wanted to give me a show. Almost went to jerk off at least five times but I held off until you came out to repay the favour.” He chuckled again, hand tightening a little on my neck as he leaned back to look at me.

I tried to get my breathing under control but I was stuck with my mouth hanging open, noises flowing out freely as if this wasn’t a public bathroom. Yoongi didn’t seem to mind though, quite happy to watch me come undone just from a little teasing.

“It was the same for me,” I whispered, looking into his eyes and this time playing coy very much on purpose, licking my lips and batting my lashes to play it up, “Had to sit through the rest of the lecture while thinking about you in here. Was hell.” He snickered darkly, immediately catching onto my act.

He hummed, finger dragging across my lower lip, fascinated for a moment before he snapped back to himself, mouth pulling back into a smirk.

Without a warning his other hand moved lower, fingers tracing my entrance before two of them plunged inside. I moaned out, body seizing up at the sensation. I was wet enough that they went easy but there was still the pleasurable sting of being stretched out on two digits.

Yoongi certainly wasn’t the type to waste time. He hummed satisfied, watching me with those dark eyes, testing the waters with a few shallow pumps before he started finger-fucking me earnestly. Just like everything else, even now he wasn’t gentle, flicking his wrist up and pushing his fingers as far as they could go, curling them to scratch at that one magic spot that had me seeing white.

I whimpered loudly, hips gyrating to ride the motions, already feeling the stirrings of a powerful orgasm lurking on the horizon. Like a shark sensing blood Yoongi chuckled and twisted his fingers on the next thrust. I keened, hands flying up to tangle into his clothes and hair, hips jerking and chasing after the feeling.

“So selfish, kitten,” he tsked at me, still keeping his cool even though I could see his erection attempting to burst through his pants, “only thinking about your own pleasure. No respect for others, huh?”

My first instinct was to apologise, but I got choked up on the words when he started up his pace again, so instead I decided to be a woman of action. Slowly trailing my hand down his torso, feeling him up on the way, grabbing onto his chest, his slim waist, until I finally reached his crotch.

With the first touch he let out a light groan, fingers stuttering and eyes falling shut for a moment, then he was suddenly back onto me, kissing me wildly while his hips fucked into my hand, letting out gruff groans and sighs into my mouth, which I accepted gladly.

For a moment we were just lost in each other, not caring about the noise or the place, just pleasuring each other, touching, feeling. Then Yoongi was tearing away, hand flying from my pussy and stepping back. I couldn’t stop the pathetic whine that left me, and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his amused face.

Instead he grabbed me and turned me around until I was leaning on my arms on the wall behind the toilet, one leg up on the closed lid for support. I shivered in anticipation, knowing what would come next. Yoongi was moving about behind me, clothes shuffling and rustling. Then his sweater hit the floor. I turned my head to watch just as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a silver packet. He grinned at me and winked when catching my eye, then reached out to me, condom in hand.

“Can you hold this for me for a second, darling?” he asked as sweet as honey, but there was something devilish twinkling in his eye.

“Of course,” I answered him. I meant for it to be sassy, but it came out on a breathless whisper as I took the packet and watched Yoongi’s hand run through his hair before setting on his belt. He unbuckled slowly, attentively watching my eyes soaking in every second as he pulled the belt through the buckle and out of his pants. Fingers toyed with the button before popping it open, tongue wetting his lips and hungry eyes eating me up. I trembled under his attention but held still, not even breathing as his fingers grasped at the zipper and pulled it down.

Tired of playing, he pulled his tee out and put the hem between his teeth, revealing his taunt stomach and pretty waist. Winking at my obvious gawking, he finally pulled his jeans and underwear down, his erection springing free. The sight of him shocked me to my core, standing there with his t-shirt in his mouth and a smug glint his eye while he leisurely fisted his flushed red cock. I could feel my pussy gushing and clenching around nothing, desperately calling to be filled up.

Yoongi plucked the condom packet from my limp hand and made a quick work of putting it on. He lined up behind me, hands finding my waist to pull my tee from the skirt, making contact with bare skin.

I gasped when I felt his cock slide through my wet folds, but quickly keened and arched into it. One of Yoongi’s hands tightened on my waist while the other disappeared to grab his length.

“Easy now,” he chuckled at my trembling body, my hips chasing after his cock and trying to entice him into fucking me.

“Please,” was all I could get out of my mouth, “please Yoongi, just fuck me.” His hand tightened again and there was a beat of silence before he snickered.

“So you naughty girl do know my name,” he teased and I froze for a moment, embarrassment flooding me. I turned to him again to see him smirking at me, tee hanging off of his form. “I heard it around,” I whispered sheepishly. He hummed, raising his eyebrows at me.

“Not really fair, is it?” he teased some more, a mischievous expression taking over his face, “Is it, Y/N?” I narrowed my eyes at him jokingly and he grinned.

“Now, what’s your excuse, mister?” I asked him sassily, “Not like I’m a campus celebrity… unlike someone here.”

“May or may not have asked Jungkook cause I saw you two hanging out,” Yoongi admitted easily, laughing at me when I paled.

“God,” I groaned, “No wonder he was getting so cheeky whenever you came up in a conversation.” At that Yoongi raised his eyebrow again, amusement dancing on his features.

“That happen often?” he asked impishly, leaning against me and once again letting me feel his cock sliding through my folds. I gasped a little and blushed even darker. “You’re Namjoon’s friend, so occasionally,” I bold-faced lied straight through my teeth and from the look on Yoongi’s face, he was aware but let me get away with it.

There was a moment of silence where we just stared at each other, mischievous little smiles on our faces, and then Yoongi hummed, pulling his tee back up to his lips and biting down on it. I shuddered, the lust once again taking the fore-front seat in my mind. This time he didn’t stop for anything, grabbing himself with one hand and the other going to my waist to hold me in place.

The tip of his cock circled my entrance and I subconsciously clenched, a gush of wetness leaving me. I whined and wriggled in his hold and he tsked at me again before sliding inside in a single thrust with a light condescending giggle. I groaned, pussy immediately squeezing around the intrusion, feeling every inch and ridge. There was a hitch in Yoongi’s breaths, both hands migrating to my waist and grabbing so tightly I felt his nails digging into my skin.

He barely gave me a second before pulling out and thrusting in again, setting a rough pace from the get-go. All I could do was bury my head into the crook of my elbow, biting into the soft flesh there to keep myself from moaning loud enough for the whole school to hear.

The stretch of his cock was exquisite, the slight burn heating up my already sensitive body to a near boiling point. With every thrust there was a tiny twinge of pain that left me breathless, desperate to muffle any noise that could cut our meeting short.

Yoongi didn’t seem to care much about noise, hands on my waist mercilessly pulling me back onto his cock and fucking me with so much force I felt my whole body twitching with the overdrive of sensation, the slapping of our sweaty bodies against each other and the wet squelch of my weeping pussy getting filled to the brim loud enough to substitute for our own sounds. He was grunting gruffly, the noise seemingly leaving his mouth involuntarily and getting muffled by the tee.

I turned my head slightly to look at him, and god, he was a vision with his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and face the picture of ecstasy, body rippling with the motion of his pumping hips and strong veiny arms and hands gripping onto me hard enough to go red with the force. I couldn’t hold back the moan and he toppled his head forward to look at me, a tired self-satisfied smirk tugging at his lips at seeing my fucked out expression.

“Take your fucking shirt off,” I gasped out breathlessly, chuckling at his teasingly narrowed eyes, “You have such a dirty fucking mouth, can’t stand for it being shut.” Yoongi laughed, throwing his head back in delight. Within seconds the piece of fabric joined his sweater on the floor and he leaned forward, hands picking on my own shirt with a mischievous expression.

“Shouldn’t you even the score?” I loved how deep and gravelly his voice became with arousal, even when he was being mischievous I could hear the growl in it and it drove me crazy. I scrambled to listen to him, tearing the shirt off and flinging it behind us. Yoongi’s hands immediately travelled up, playing with the edge of my bra before swiftly undoing the clasp and dragging it off. I gasped lightly at his skilled handiwork and giggled, but Yoongi was already preoccupied with kissing along my shoulders and shoulder blades.

His hips angled better and then jerked them into me again, cock sliding even deeper now. I groaned and arched into him and that was his que to start fucking in earnest again. In this position I could hear the strained sighs and grunts every time he slid back inside, the rough deep pace taking a toll on us both.

The back of my thighs was burning from standing bent over and straining my hips for this long and it added to the mix of feelings running through me. I could feel my orgasm catching up with me, Yoongi’s cock now hitting a spot on every thrust that made me want to scream with pleasure, sliding in so deep I swore I could feel him in my belly and it was so good my head was spinning, and all that came out of me were raspy moans. Yoongi bit into my shoulder, grunts raising in octave, hands pulling at my body to meet his thrusts.

I prayed to god that the walls were thick enough to keep the sounds from escaping onto the hall. I knew that if someone stepped inside now, there would be no masking what was going on, we were both too gone for that, just chasing our pleasure.

I was so close, the weeks of build up and the foreplay and teasing making me delirious. There in that moment I just wished I could stay like this forever, to feel this delicious ecstasy for the rest of my life, but I was so close to snapping I just needed a little extra push even though my head was so high in the clouds wishing to be never brought down.

“Please Yoongi, god,” I choked out, “please, I’m so close.” That seemed to snap Yoongi back into his attitude again, but he couldn’t hide how affected he was too.

“What do you want, kitten, mm?” even he couldn’t talk properly through the gasps and grunts, but still tried to sound as cocky as possible. Instead of talking I grabbed his hand and brought it down between my legs.

Yoongi pressed himself to me closer to make the reach more comfortable, his chest glued to my back as he nibbled on my neck and shoulder, giggling breathlessly when his naughty fingers started drawing tight quick circles on my clit.

My moans got louder, the pumping of his cock, hitting so deep inside of me, combined with the stimulation on my clit made me seize up, whole body shaking as the pleasure overtook me. Yoongi groaned every time my pussy clenched around him, drawing him deeper and closer to his own end. Both of us were so sweaty we stuck to each other, the temperature in the stall rising so high it was almost unbearable.

“Yoongi,” I gasped out, just repeating his name breathlessly as I barrelled to the climax, feeling the beginning of the tingling washing over me, pussy seizing up. Yoongi’s hands were like vice on my body, my waist littered with red indents of his nails, some already purpling slightly.

“I know, kitten,” he whispered into my neck, “Me too, you can let go.” The moment those words left his mouth my orgasm exploded over me, enough to blind me and send my ears ringing for a few moments. I let out a raspy groan, hands scrambling to find purchase on the wall and if it wasn’t for Yoongi’s hold on me, my buckling knees would have sent me crashing to the floor, but all I could focus on was the euphoria blooming through my body, flooding all my senses with so much pleasure I could barely fully register anything that was going on. Yoongi fucked me through the peak, hips losing rhythm and all decorum until finally he gave last few hard pumps and stilled too, coming with a drawn-out moan, hands pushing our hips as close together as they could go.

We clung onto each other as we attempted to catch our breaths again. I felt my arms slipping on the tiles as the pleasant ache started setting into my hips and lower tummy, legs screaming for a reprieve as my brain slowly came back into function. I blinked my eyes open, not even realising I had closed them at some point. Yoongi was basically hugging me from the behind, draped over me just breathing deep, faced smushed into my shoulder blade. Then he chuckled.

“You think we’re still in the clear?” he laughed, “How thick do you think these walls are?” A giggle tumbled out of me and before I knew it we were both laughing breathlessly, bodies still pressed close.

“This is officially the craziest thing I’ve ever done,” I told him, shaky knees trying to keep my weight as I started to gather my wits. Yoongi let me go easily and helped me find my balance as my whole body ached, back killing me after Yoongi railed me like a madman.

“And here I was, thinking this was just regular Tuesday for you.”

I slapped his shoulder lightly, but the blush on my cheeks revealed that I couldn’t really say anything to that. His amused snickers told me he was well aware, so I just stood there and watched him slip the condom off, tie it up and then just awkwardly stand there not knowing what to do with it.

“Guess I can’t just casually drop a used condom into a bin in the girl’s bathroom,” he stated nonchalantly, and I giggled at him. In the end he grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and hid it inside, putting in on the closed bin lid for the moment.

Next Yoongi swiftly cleaned himself up and pulled his jeans back on, but when I reached for the paper to do the same, he swatted my hand away. With a much gentler smile he got it himself, kneeled in front of me and started cleaning me up, gently wiping away the mess left on my centre and thighs. I watched him attentively, the soft look on his face making him look boyish, only the naughty glint in his eyes reminiscent of the man he was just a few minutes ago.

When our eyes met, I returned the smile, hand instinctively going to tangle into his hair. I meant to just card it through the dark wavy locks, but the heated look he gave me had me shuddering again, fingers tightening. Yoongi smirked, tongue licking at his lips sensually just inches away from my exposed pussy.

“Still thinking about naughty things, kitten?” he said, voice dark and deep, “Like the sight of me on my knees for you?” I hesitated for a moment before untangling my hand and gently pushing him with a blush.

“I see,” Yoongi hummed thoughtfully, “maybe next time then.” With a wink he stood up and when I didn’t move he motioned for me to start dressing up with a smirk, handing me my bra and t-shirt. We slowly clambered out of the stall, stretching and trying to get all the body parts to working order again.

“How about,” Yoongi drawled out, self-assured and with the attitude of someone who just got their rocks off, “you ditch the lecture you never really go to anyway and we grab something to eat?” I stopped in my tracks, shocked but pleasantly surprised at his offer. I checked the time quickly.

“There’s only like 10 minutes of class left, I can sit that out and then we can go,” I answered, smiling softly, but Yoongi smirked with all his might, something devilish glinting over his face. He leaned towards me, grabbing me lightly by my shoulders.

“Not looking like that, you can’t,” he whispered meanly and spun me around. The moment I laid my eyes on myself in the mirror, I gasped. Yoongi was standing behind me grinning like the devil admiring his handiwork. My neck was littered in little bites and spots ranging from dark pink across red all the way to purple. Yoongi let out a satisfied hum, almost sounding like a purr, his hands going across my waist to pull at the tee tucked into my skirt to reveal more reddish purplish bruises from his fingers.

I turned in his arms and slapped his shoulder lightly, completely flustered by his antics. “How can I walk out of here now? Everyone will know what I’d been doing instead of sitting at the lecture,” I whined, more embarrassed than angry, but Yoongi’s laughing face was totally free of any remorse, “I look like someone beat me up.”

The man said nothing, just pulled me closer to kiss me gently. I looked at him with wide eyes for a moment before I whined again: “I don’t even have a scarf with me today.” He burst out laughing and patted my hip softly.

“I’ll get your stuff, you wait here,” he whispered conspiratorially and with one last wink he was gone. It took him only three minutes to stick his head back into the bathroom, looking a little ruffled and a lot amused.

“I suggest we get going fast, I’m afraid a guy leaving the ladies restroom isn’t as inconspicuous as I wished it was,” he got out quickly, smirking impishly and handing me my coat. I tried to wear it in a way that covered most of the marks, but it was futile, more than half of my neck still on full display.

I walked out of the bathroom the same moment the door to my classroom opened and students started filing out. Yoongi exchanged a single glance with me before we both took off, running down the stairs like we were being chased, only stopping once the building doors slammed shut behind us.

“Jimin’s café?” Yoongi asked breathlessly, still trying to get his strength back and leaning on his knees. I grinned at him and grabbed his hand, already pulling him in the right direction.

“Sure, let’s go!”

Bonus:

“Holy shit! The fuck happened to you?” Jimin exclaimed loudly enough for the whole café to hear the moment he saw me walk through the door. Jungkook and Tae, who were sitting at a small table near the counter to keep Jimin company while he had his shift, turned to look at me only for Kookie to promptly spit out whatever he was drinking.

“Holy shit!” I gave him an unimpressed look and walked up to Jimin to order.

“A little dramatic, don’t you think?” I side-eyed him sassily, but Jungkook was grinning mischievously, a knowing glint in his eye. I flushed under his gaze and looked away at which he started laughing loudly.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe you actually did it,” he giggled, properly entertained by the situation and by my embarrassment. Tae was watching it all unfold, confused look on his face.

“Did what?” Jimin asked, similarly confused.

As if on cue the door opened again and Yoongi stepped in, ignoring everyone currently staring at him and walking straight to me, arm curling around my waist to pull me closer to him. He bent down slightly to whisper in my ear: “Got rid of the evidence successfully.”

“Holy shit!” This time it was Tae who screamed, coming full circle. I gave their smug smiling faces an annoyed glare and turned to Jimin to order again, but he was trying to conceal his grin behind his hand. Even more vexed I turned to Yoongi who was smirking smugly like a cat who got all the cream, hand possessively squeezing at my bruised waist.

“On second thoughts, we shouldn’t have come here,” I said to no one in particular, then turning my narrowed eyes at the man of the hour himself, “and wipe that smirk off your face, mister.” There were giggles from the boys all around us, but Yoongi just swooped down and kissed me softly, then pushed us closer towards the counter.

Jimin cleared his throat and tried to put on a professional expression, but there was mirth in his eyes that I just knew I was going to get all the teasing later. Tae and Kookie cleared out the mess at the table and made space for us to sit down, one looking more amused than the other.

I gave them both the stink eye and ignored them, checking my phone instead, trying to reply to all the messages I’ve missed in the last hour. Around me there was silence, everyone just sitting there looking at each other grinning, before Jungkook cleaned his throat and exclaimed:

“God, fucking finally! Thought Yoongi-hyung was gonna talk my ear off about you!”

“Kookie!” There was a pretty blush spreading on Yoongi’s cheeks, a polar opposite to the cocksure man that was railing my brains out 20 minutes ago. I giggled and squeezed his arm. He gave in easily, leaning towards me.

Then he set his eyes on Jungkook and narrowed them teasingly. “We’re gonna settle that later you brat.”

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Title: Eyes On Me | ♚ | | ♛ | | ♜ |

Genre: Slytherin! Yoongi, Ravenclaw! reader, smart and kind! reader, bad boy! Yoongi, pureblood! Yoongi, muggle born! reader, tutor au, fluff, and angst

Summary: Professor Longbottom asked L/N Y/N to help Min Yoongi out with Herbology. She’s excited to help another person out but Yoongi on the other hand doesn’t want people knowing she’s hanging out with him. Instead he tells her to study within the room of requirement but Y/N assumes it’s because he wants peace and no distractions to study. As time passes, Yoongi sees her more as his tutor and starts to develop a crush on the strange girl but what happens when his Slytherin friends see him with her?

Warnings: Mention of parents death, mention of war, fighting, discrimination, Y/N and Yoongi are really awkward and its cute, angst and fluff

There was a time where the wizardry world was encased with war. The deaths that scattered throughout the land were too many for one to count, pure and innocent souls taken away because of darkness. The thought of a sunny day was a foolish one but many craved it. The foolish thoughts turned into destiny and the war was finally over. Families rejoiced but others cried into the dry dirt, praying for this to be a falsity. While some families went on with their lives, L/N Y/N stood frozen as everyone else continued. She stood there holding her grandmother’s hand as she watched her mother and father get lowered. Even though her parents were muggles, they knew about the magical world. Their siblings were both witches and wizards while they were muggles. That’s why they were killed. They knew too much about the magical world and death eaters made their way to end them but what they didn’t take in a count was that little Y/N was hiding, watching the whole thing.  

Her grandmother took her in and later on it was revealed that Y/N was a witch. Her grandmother was ecstatic to know this and Y/N felt closer to her parents. They would tell her stories about their siblings and all the wonders of the wizardry world, it only brought more curiosity to her. That's when time started to move forward for her. The flowers in the garden became a safe haven for the young girl because it was the last thing her mother planted. Her love of plants only grew from there. 

She remembered the first big lesson of her life when she was eight years old. It was when one of her mother’s roses died and it was only natural for it to happen but it still made the young Y/N cry. Her grandmother rushed to her side and hugged her tightly. She picked up the fallen petals and smiled at her, “These petals will be carried by mommy and create beauty wherever it lands, don’t be too sad. It’s going to be okay, no matter what.” She remembers how her grandmother picked up the petals and took her to the beach. They released the white petals into the ocean and watched them drift away. 

When she turned eleven, she got a letter from Hogwarts. She walked through Diagon Alley with her grandmother and all those stories that she heard turned into a reality. She looked around the area with wonder and big eyes. It was something she would never forget. She entered the bookstore while her grandmother picked up other things. The busy atmosphere brought excitement to her as she ran into an aisle without thinking much. She looked up to see the never ending supplies of books with a sparkle in her eyes. She went to reach for a book when she overheard a conversation between two girls, “Did you hear Yoongi is coming to Diagon Alley today?”

“Is he really? I want to see him pick out his robes, let's go.”

This was the first time she heard Yoongi’s name. Whoever he was, he sounded popular. She continued to collect her books and when she was at the last textbook, she was exhausted. She reached out for the dark purple when another hand came into view. She raised her eyebrow and looked to her side to see a young boy with pale skin and the darkest black hair that she has ever seen in her life. Out of nervousness, she dropped her hand and gave him a small bow, “Sorry...” 

He gave her a small smile and shook his head, “It looks like we both need it...here.” 

She felt her chest feel lighter but she ignored it and gently took the book. She gave him a smile and looked down at the cover, “Thank you.”

The boy smiled, grabbing another book before leaving her alone in the aisle. She didn’t know at the time that it was Yoongi but she didn’t really bother to learn his name. His smile was enough for her to remember him. That was the first time she met Yoongi and she was sure he had long forgotten about her but it was the opposite for her. On sorting day, she watched him confidently walk to the stool as everyone watched him with a close eye. Some looked at him with jealousy while she looked at him with a look that no one could explain. He was put into Slytherin which made sense since his whole family had been in that house. She watched him sit with the others while she stood with strangers. 

When her name was called, she slowly made her way to the stool and she heard whispers about her. They were talking about her parents and how she was a muggle born but she ignored this. She sat comfortably on the stool and the hat was dropped on her head. The words Ravenclaw echoed throughout the room as turned to walk to the table with a skip in her step. She didn’t notice dark brown eyes on her as she talked to the people around her when she sat at the table. 

As the years passed, she never noticed the dark brown eyes on her. She was too focused on her studies and becoming friends with her fellow Ravenclaws. She heard rumors about Yoongi, some were good while others were bad. There was one rumor that he only passed potions because his father threatened the professor. There was another one that he was dating Kim Sowon, this one stuck out to her the most but she wouldn’t tell anyone that. Even though there were so many rumors about Yoongi, no one dared to ask him if there was any truth to them. As cliche as it was, he was the school's bad boy. Always landing himself in detention as he would always get into a fight in the halls of Hogwarts, but there was something about him that Y/N liked. He only got into fights when someone talked down about others or was bullying someone else, no one ever mentions that fact to anyone. The only thing others spoke of was that “Min got into another fight” but she knew the truth. 

Now that she's seventeen, she sits in her herbology class as Professor Longbottom enters with his wide smile. He clapped his hands, making some students jump because they weren’t paying attention, “Today we will be reading about dittany. Y/N, would you like to explain what dittany is?”

Y/N smiled and closed her textbook, “Dittany, is a healing herb. You can use it within a potion or you can consume the plant to heal shallow or moderate wounds.” 

“Correct, ten points to Ravenclaw.” 

She bowed her head at him and looked over to her friend who gave her a small smile. Jeon Jungkook was Y/N’s best friend who was a fellow Ravenclaw. The two were always together and some even thought they were dating but that rumor was soon put down when Jungkook started dating a Hufflepuff girl named Yeri. Jungkook leaned in close to her, whispering in her ear, “When are you going to notice Yoongi staring at you?” 

She raised her eyebrow at this, quickly looking behind her to see Yoongi writing in his notebook. She rolled her eyes and looked back at Jungkook, “I don’t think he stares at me. I sit in the front so anyone can easily assume that he's looking at me when in fact, he's looking at Professor Longbottom.” 

Jungkook let out a small chuckle and shook his head, “But in potions, you're in the back while he's in the front. How do you explain that one?” 

“He could be just cracking his back. I think you're thinking too much about this.”

“If you say so...”

The lesson carried out normally but Y/N couldn’t help herself from glancing over her shoulder to see those dark brown eyes on her. Their eyes met for a second and she could've sworn she saw a small smile on his lips but she quickly looked away with a flush. Feeling embarrassed getting caught looking at him. He really did get rather handsome over the years. 

When the lesson was over, Professor Longbottom called up Y/N and Yoongi. She felt nervous that she got in trouble for looking at him and the sweat on her hands increased. She waved goodbye to Jungkook and made her way forward to the professor’s desk with Yoongi trailing behind her. Professor Longbottom smiled at them as his gaze settled on Y/N, “Ms. L/N , you're my top student in the seventh year, well actually every year,”

 Y/N eyes widen at this because she actually didn’t know this but Yoongi did and he smiled behind her, “and Mr. Min, I believe in you but maybe my teaching methods aren't right for you. Y/N, I was wondering if you can help Mr. Min. I know my teaching methods aren't for everyone but maybe if you get help from your peer things can be easier.”

Y/N blinked her eyes at this and felt a presence next to her. She looked to the side and saw Yoongi standing so close to her that his warmth made her dizzy. He had his hands in his pockets with his robe pushed back and looked at Professor Longbottom with a nonchalant look, “If I must.”   

His deep voice hit her ears making her face blossom into a light red shade. Professor Longbottom smiled at this looking at Y/N with a soft look, “Is that okay for you, Ms. L/N? You can always decline it if you're busy with your studies.” 

She shook her head side to side at him with a smile on her face. She glanced at Yoongi to see that he was already looking at her (with a blank expression), “I would love to help.” 

“Alright, thank you Ms. L/N. Mr. Min I expect your next test grade to be at least a 70.” 

They nodded their heads almost in unison and left the classroom. She saw that he was walking faster than her and she grabbed his arm to stop him. He glanced at her and she noticed that he never had a smile on his face. She gave him a nervous smile and looked down at 

the ground, “I was wondering when you want to study. I usually study on the weekends to make things easier but if-”

“We can study on the weekends. I have charms to get to, can I go?” 

She let go of his arm and looked down sheepishly guilty that she kept him from his class, “Yeah...I’m sorry about that. I guess I’ll see you around.” 

“Yeah.” 

She watched him go down the hall until he disappeared. She frowned to herself and looked down at her shoes, Yoongi, you're so weird. When Yoongi turned the corner, he leaned against the wall and clenched his chest as he felt his rapid heart beat on his hand. He felt his face turn red now that he's alone and he hoped no one saw it. He ran his hand through his hair as he let out a deep sigh, “Y/N...”

Min Yoongi, a pureblood and the youngest son to the heir of the Min family fortune. Yoongi’s life has always been easy, he saw something he wanted and his mother would get it for him. No matter what it was. Even though he got what he wanted whenever he wanted, he didn’t really ask for much. His parents were focused on his older brother the heir while his maid, Irene, basically raised him. When he got older, he deduced this is why his parents were so quick to get him stuff. Yoongi never felt seen by his parents but at least he had his best friends to fix that. Yoongi’s best friends, Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon are the only people that truly knew him (Besides Irene). The two Gryffindor’s knew Yoongi like the back of their hands. All those rumors that went around school were ridiculous and they knew the real reason why he fought people in the halls. 

“So you're finally going to be with Y/N.” 

Yoongi rolled his eyes at Hoseok as he leaned against the brick column in the courtyard. It was currently break time in between classes and he immediately went to their spot to tell them what had happened the day before. He was never good at talking about his feelings but whenever he talked about Y/N, his feelings tended to get the best of him. 

“She’s just going to tutor me...I’m going to tell her that we can study in the room of requirement.” 

Namjoon raised his eyebrow at this and took a sip of his pumpkin juice, “Why?” 

“I don’t want her to be seen with me, it’s dangerous for her...you know how people act when they see a muggleborn and pureblood together. Mixing of the blood and what not.” 

“That’s what other people think, so it doesn’t matter, they aren’t you or us. Are you finally going to admit that you like her?” 

He let out a grunt and shook his head, “I don’t like her...” 

“You beat up anyone that talks bad about her, dude I think you like her.” 

“Namjoon, shut up. No one deserves that treatment.” 

Yoongi glanced at Namjoon but his eyes went over his shoulder when he heard that familiar laugh. He saw Y/N talking to Park Jimin, a fellow Slytherin in a year below him (he thinks) but talking to Jimin was never simply innocent. Jimin was a flirt and everyone knew this but he doesn’t think Y/N knew that by the way she carried on with him. She nodded her head at something he said and she waved her hand towards Jungkook who pushed Jimin out the way. Since when was she friends with so many boys? Not that Yoongi had a problem with that...he just didn’t know that information.

Namjoon turned around and looked back at him with a smirk, “Jealous?” 

“W-Why would I be jealous?” 

Hoseok took a bite of his biscuit and shrugged his shoulders, “Maybe it's because you're too scared to talk to her.” 

“I can talk to her.” 

“No you can’t. That’s why you stare at her.” 

“I don’t stare...I admire her. Don’t make it sound like I’m creepy.”

Namjoon let out a scoff and shook his head, “It doesn’t matter now. You're going to be trapped in a room with her, you better get some courage to talk to her. Also, don’t be a dick to the girl you like. It doesn’t make you attractive to her, if anything it makes you less attractive.” 

That night, Yoongi laid in his bed staring at the ceiling as the silence echoed through his ears. His mind kept going back to Y/N and how she looked at him with a gentle smile. The only gentleness that he's ever received was from Irene. Even though Y/N knows about him, she still gave him that gentleness that she gave to everyone. He wondered how she reacted to the rumors. If she felt disgusted on the inside and could easily hide it from him. He quickly shook his head at this and turned in this bed to let the moonlight shine on his pale face. 

The stars outside made him think of Y/N’s bright eyes whenever she knew the answer during a lesson and the moon itself made him think about the brightness she bestowed upon him during the day. She was known throughout Hogwarts as the brightest witch of her age. But to Yoongi he saw her as the brightest and the most beautiful witch of any age, no one could compare. He still remembers her from Diagon Alley and how she looked so timid to him. He thought he saw the same timidness on her yesterday but he didn’t want to give his hopes up.  He finally closed his eyes and was haunted by Y/N’s eyes in his dreams. 

The next morning, Yoongi was a ball of nerves. Today was the first day of his tutoring sessions with Y/N and he didn’t know what to expect. He took two showers that morning in order to wake himself up and he kept redoing his hair until he just said fuck it going with his usual style. He sat nervously in the library playing with his fingers as he waited for her to show. He looked out the window and saw that the weather wasn’t being so kind as the harsh rain hit the window. The flowers by the glass played hide and seek with him but his eyes landed on the pink hydrangeas. 

“Yoongi?” 

He turned his head and there she was walking towards him in her casual clothes. He had not seen much of her outside of her wizard robes so this was a welcome change. She was wearing a white fluffy sweater with a collar that hid her gold chain, black loose jeans and her school shoes. She walked towards the table and words couldn’t make it past his lips as she sat at the table. He watched her place the textbooks and journals on the hardwood table giving him a confused look. 

“Yoongi?” 

He shook his head and looked at her with a blank expression, “Yeah?”

“Are you ready to study?” 

“Oh about that...I was thinking of another place to study.” 

He watched her raise a single eyebrow but she slowly nodded her head at this, “Okay...as long as you're comfortable with it.” 

He scratched the back of his neck and stood up without saying anything to her. He took the textbooks and journals in front of her and walked away. He felt his face turn red as he felt her eyes on his back but he didn’t dare to turn around to confirm that. They walked through the empty halls with Y/N trailing behind him. He didn’t notice that Y/N had a small bag of snacks for them and she was sad that she couldn’t give him a snack before studying. 

They stopped walking and Yoongi turned towards her, “Here we are.” 

She quickly looked at him before her eyes traced the brick wall with a confused face, “I-I don’t understand...is this a prank?” 

“What? No, just wait until the door appears.” 

“Door-” Just then the brick wall was slowly transforming into a dark wooden tall door shocking Y/N into silence. In all her years at Hogwarts, she had never seen this room before. She was puzzled on how this door had evaded her in her explorations of the castle through text and in person. What other secrets did Yoongi have in store for her? Yoongi glanced down at her and the way her eyes widened at amazement made a gentle smile appear on his lips. It was the way she looked at the door that appeared that sent his heart into a panic. She looked so innocent, something he wished he could experience more in his life. 

She turned her head to look at him as he quickly looked at the door, “Is this where you go on the weekends?” 

“Y-Yeah...it's good to have time to yourself.”

“I like alone time too but I have my cat with me...I don’t know if that's truly alone time.” 

“As long as you feel content then that’s what matters.”

She gave him a smile and nodded her head at this. She looked at the door tilting her head at it, “Do I just walk in?” 

“That’s what you do with a door, right?” 

She let out a small laugh and Yoongi wanted to smack himself for saying that, “Yeah your right, I’ll open it for us.” 

He watched her open the door, the bright light from the room outlined her body perfectly but his eyes couldn’t leave her face. She slowly turned around and the light showed off her eyelashes perfectly highlighting her puffy rosy cheeks, she looked like a beacon of light beckoning to his darkness, “Beautiful...” 

“What was that?” 

He shook his head and walked into the room without looking at her, “N-Nothing, lets sit.” 

The room was the definition of comfort. It was filled with couches that one could easily sink into, the bright flowers that surrounded the room looked even brighter behind the dark green wallpaper, and the roaring fireplace that sent out pure warmth. She turned her body to truly look at the room and Yoongi watched as he sat on the floor. When she paused and looked at him with wide questioning eyes, “Yoongi, what is this place?” 

“It’s the room of requirement...it turns into any room you want basically.” 

“That’s so cool, I’ve never heard of it.” 

He let out a small chuckle patting at the carpet next to him, “Not a lot of people know about this place.” 

She sat next to him peering closely at his face as he spread out the textbooks on the table. He looked so handsome under this lighting and she wanted to crease his face but that would've been weird. He glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, “Are you okay?” 

She quickly grabbed a journal and let out a small cough, “Y-Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s get started.”

Minutes turned into hours as the two sat on the black carpet near the fire. She had shedded her jacket as the fire was rather warm. This whole situation left Y/N rather confused. Yoongi was getting every question right, to anyone it would look like two people just studying. Not her tutoring someone in a subject they're supposedly doing bad at. Doing so bad to the point a professor had to recommend tutoring. She closed the journal looking at him curiously as though he was a specimen, making him raise his eyebrow, “What?”

“I don’t understand...you’ve gotten every question right. Did you really need help?”

He froze at this. He couldn’t tell her the reason why he always failed was because he always got distracted by her and was thinking of ways to talk to her. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and shrugged his shoulders, “I have test anxiety...also to be fair, we were only looking at the easy stuff.”

“I wouldn’t say easy because everyone is different. I’m glad you think it's easy so far, does that mean I’m a good tutor?” 

“Of course you are, you're the brightest witch in our year.” 

Her eyes widened at this and stared at him as he looked at her with a nervous look, “You think I’m the brightest witch in our year?”

He rolled his eyes and glanced at the fire with a small smile on his face, “Y/N, you should give yourself more credit. You're always the top student in the classes you take and the professors adore you. You heard what professor Longbottom said.” 

“It's different coming from you...it feels special.” 

He looked at her and the two of them stared at each other with a look that anyone could see there were feelings between the two. He stared at her face trying to memorize every little detail of her face now that he didn’t have to look away. He looked at her like the way he did when they first met, with hope. She leaned forward a bit and he did the same but as he moved forward, he didn’t notice his hand was pushing the textbook. When he felt the tip of her nose against his with a magnetic force, a loud sudden bang made them jump back with red faces. They looked to see the textbooks opened on the carpet. She glanced at him and let out a small laugh but he wasn’t laughing. He felt so stupid but he didn’t want her to feel awkward so he let out a small awkward laugh, hoping she didn’t notice his awkwardness. 

She gathered the journals as he watched with nervousness, “Yoongi, you did really well today. Do you want to study tomorrow with me?”

“Yes! I-I mean yeah...if you think it could help me.”

“I’m going to assume you want to study here. Honestly I like studying here more than the library, it just feels more peaceful and has more possibilities. I can see why you like it here so much.” 

“Yeah, it's peaceful. Is it okay for you to study here?” 

“Honestly I would like to be anywhere with you...” Her eyes widened when she realized what she said and covered her mouth with her hand. He sat there frozen because he couldn't believe what she said. Was he dreaming? “Y-You're just so easy to talk to...I like it. Anyways, we should get going for dinner.” 

“Okay.” 

The two walked down the hall but he was lingering in the back. He kept glancing at her and then looking at the wall with a nervous look. She said that she liked talking to him, that made him feel special. Of course he was going to tell Namjoon this (not Hoseok, he's too loud). She glanced behind her and looked at Yoongi who was rubbing the back of his neck aggressively. She turned around and walked up to him, “Yoongi, are you okay?”

He stopped in his tracks and if this was a cartoon, there would be steam coming out of his ears. In front of him was Y/N with her head tilted with curiosity and worry written on her beautiful face. He blinked his eyes at this and covered his face to hide his red face, “I-I’m okay...I gotta go!” 

He ran past her leaving her standing there with confusion and deja vu. She let out a small laugh and pushed the journals further into her chest, “Yoongi, you're so weird.” 

Yoongi ran to the closest bathroom and splashed water on his face. How can she be so cute? He let out a deep sigh but something made his eye twitch. In the bathroom was a group of Slytherin’s that were on his hit list. They were notoriously known to be spilling their ridiculous views on muggles, their target was almost always Y/N. 

“Even though Y/N’s a mudblood, she's hot.” 

“Too bad she has bad blood because I would’ve-”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll knock you out.” 

The group of boys froze in fear and slowly turned around to see Yoongi with his wand at the ready. Yoongi was known as being the best dueler in his year and many feared him because of this title. The leader let out a nervous laugh and put his hands up (as if Yoongi had a gun pointing at him), “We were joking, Min.”

“I don’t give a fuck, you don’t talk about her like that. How many times do I have to teach you that?” 

“L-Lets go to dinner!” 

The boys ran out and Yoongi watched them with a heated gaze. He clicked his tongue and looked at himself in the mirror to see his normal cold expression on his face again, “Fucking bastards...they ruined my mood.” 

The past two months, Y/N and Yoongi have been together every weekend. The two of them have gotten closer to the point where they would hold hands reading the textbook (by accident of course but neither one of them moved their hands). Yoongi’s denial of his crush on Y/N was proven to be an idiotic move on his part. The more he fought his feelings, the stronger they became for her. She was sweet and witty, her wittiness fit perfectly with his straight forwardness. He felt the same way when they first met actually, that feeling never went away he just pushed it down. 

The two just finished their last session of the year and it was the start of their Christmas break now. As she grabbed all her journals, Yoongi glanced down at his shoes with nervousness. Hoseok gave him confidence earlier that day to ask her but now that she’s here, he doesn’t know what to do. She was about to stand up but he grabbed her wrist to stop her, making her raise her eyebrow, “Yoongi is everything okay?” 

“Do you want to go somewhere with me?” 

“This late? We're supposed to be in our dorms in an hour.” 

“Please?”

She glanced down at his hand and then back at him with a smile, “I-I would love to go with you...what about the journals and textbooks?” 

“We can bring it with us. No worries.” 

She nodded her head and pushed the journals into her chest with excitement, “Where are we going?”  

“Where we can see the stars.” 

The two walked through the empty hallways as Yoongi's fingers were intertwined with hers. She glanced down at their hands and felt herself smiling. The walk down the hallway felt like they were in slow motion. Each step they took felt like an eternity and she didn’t care, as long his hand was in hers then nothing mattered. He brought her up the spiraling stairs, a pair of stairs that she has never seen before. 

“Do you know all the secrets of the castle?” 

“Just the ones that are fun.” They continued up the stairs and she was met with the beautiful sight of the night sky. The stars were shining bright as the moon took a step back. Yoongi looked down at her and gave her a smile, “Do you like it?” 

“Like it? I love it!” 

She ran towards the railing and leaned forward looking out into the sky. Yoongi let out a small chuckle and set the books on a table. He looked her up and down with a wide smile. The way she always looked with pure wonder in her eyes and it made his heart beat faster. He walked up next to her but she didn’t hear this, she was too focused at looking out on the grounds. He wrapped his arm around her waist as he looked up at the sky. Y/N jumped slightly at his touch but she relaxed into his touch. They both stared out into the night sky as she placed her head on his shoulder. 

“Are you going home for the holidays?” 

He shook his head and glanced down at her with a nonchalant look, “My parents are taking my older brother to France and I can’t go, so I’m staying here.”

Her eyes widened at this and glanced up at him with sadness in her eyes, “You can’t go? That doesn’t seem nice.” 

“You get used to it. 

“You shouldn’t have to...I’m staying for the holidays too. My grandmother has a business meeting, sadly. Do you want to spend Christmas with me?” 

Shock doesn’t describe how he felt. He swallowed some spit and embarrassedly stuttered out, “W-What?” 

“We should celebrate it together...If you want.” 

He blinked his eyes at her and he felt his whole face turn red, “I-I would love to celebrate it with you.” 

She smiled at this and leaned forward to place a kiss on his cheek. When she came back down the only thing that Yoongi could do was smile at her. She looked at him with a soft gaze because it was a smile that she had never seen before, it was pure happiness. She turned her head to glance out to the stars again avoiding his stare, “I’m so happy that I got to be with you in these two months, Yoongi.” 

“I feel the same way, Y/N.” 

It was Christmas, which meant it was the “date”. Y/N kept brushing her hair out of nervousness because she has never been on a date before. Sure she had some guys that she flirted with during her school years but she never went further with them. Yoongi was different and she knew this when she was eleven when she first met. His dark brown eyes always made her think about what was on his mind. He was mysterious but at the same time he wasn’t, it was just confusing for her. She sighed and placed the brush back down on her vanity. She got up and before she left her room, she looked at herself in the mirror. She wore a dark green sweater with black jeans and her black boots. She actually put on jewelry for once, she had a pearl choker and teardrop earrings to match. She looked cute but she didn’t know if it was enough for Yoongi. She shook her head and left her room before the insecurities took over. 

She walked down the stairs and jumped when she heard her name, “Jungkook! Don’t yell in the common room. That’s how you got in trouble last time.” 

Jungkook looked around him and shrugged his shoulders, “No ones here to get me in trouble. Are you excited?” 

She rolled her eyes and rubbed her arm gently, “I am...just nervous. It feels different this time. A good different.” 

He smiled at this and nodded his head, “I think it's good for you. Maybe you can get your first kiss.”

“Shut up...I’m going now. Don’t wait for me.” 

“Have fun!~” 

She walked out of the common room and rolled her eyes at Jungkook’s tone. She quickly made her way down to the empty hallways and heard the voices of the ghosts echoed. She paid no mind to this because her anxious thoughts gave her a distraction. Sure, she spent time with Yoongi alone before but this time it was different. It was Christmas. There was romance in the air even if you didn’t want to acknowledge it, it was there. 

She saw him standing outside the door with his arms crossed over his chest. Her heart started beating fast and steps echoed through her ear. He turned his head and she stopped midway at his appearance. He was wearing a bottom up shirt and glasses, she didn’t even know he wore glasses. Her mouth dropped at him because he looked like an anime character. She ran towards him now and stopped in front of him with wide eyes, “You wear glasses!?” 

“Y-Yeah?” 

“You look so handsome!” 

He let out a nervous cough and looked at the girl with wide eyes, “Y/N, s-stop yelling...let's go inside.” 

He turned around with his red face as she let out a small laugh at his reaction. When he opened the door, the scenery before them was different. It was a romantic dinner setting instead of their regular studying room. Her eyes widened at the single candle in the middle of the table with food already cooked. She looked back at him with a shy smile, “Did you do this for me?” 

“I-I wouldn’t say that, I mean I cooked all the food but the room I made it-” 

“I love it.” 

He smiled at this and gently grabbed her hand to lead her to the table. He closed the door and the table was illuminated now. He pulled out the chair for her as she smiled shyly at him. He went to the other side of the table with her watching with pure shyness. When they sat down, the two awkwardly smiled at each other. She looked down at the plate and her eyes widened at the food, “You made my favorite?”

“Oh is it? It’s my favorite...” 

“I mean to be fair it's just a simple dish. It’s just chicken alfredo.”    

The two continued to eat their food making small conversation with each other. The small conversation they shared was about basic likes and dislikes. Yoongi let out a small laugh at her jokes while she gave him shy smiles whenever he talked. 

At one point, Yoongi made roses appear and he handed them to her. After finishing dinner, Yoongi brought her over to the fireplace and sat on the carpet watching the flames dance away. She moved closer to him to the point her head was on his shoulder as he wrapped that same arm around her shoulders. 

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Yoongi.” 

Yoongi felt seen by someone and Y/N felt the butterflies that she thought would never happen in her life. They didn’t notice that the room of requirement produced a wreath that was in the shape of a heart on top of the fireplace.  

New years meant new problems. The next test for Herbology was just a week away and Y/N was stressed for Yoongi. He was doing so well within their sessions but taking the test was different. Yoongi, on the other hand, was calm. He just needed to focus on the test and not on Y/N for once. Some of his Slytherin friends were growing suspicious of him (calling them friends was a stretch but he got along with them). Especially William and Jack Cooper. Twins that Yoongi met in his first year and they just stuck around him. He didn’t really mind their company, they didn’t do anything that made him angry or annoyed so, he called them friends. 

During Christmas, they sent letters to him asking what he did for his break. When he answered them by hanging out with a friend, they got curious. Yoongi didn’t have a lot of friends and they wanted to know who it was. In the first week of coming back, they followed him. They were shocked to see Yoongi with Y/N, that mudblood in Ravenclaw. The twins saw this and decided to use it against him but they had to wait till the time was right. You see, the Cooper family were never invited to the Min’s high classed party. They were seen less than all because they had an aunt that married a muggle. If they used this against Yoongi then their family can finally be where they were supposed to be, on top. 

Professor Longbottom went to his desk and gave everyone a smile, “I know it's barely the new year and you still have Christmas on your mind but we have to do this test. I believe in you guys and take a deep breath if you have to.” He walked around the tables and placed the papers in front of each student. When he reached Yoongi, he gave a comforting smile and a small nod, “I believe in you, Mr. Min.” 

Yoongi nodded his head and read the first question, not hard. He glanced up and saw Y/N glancing at him with a wide smile. She put a thumbs up at him and he didn’t care that they were in public, he returned the thumbs up. She looked back at the test and Yoongi watched with a dreamy gaze. He quickly shook his head and smacked his cheeks lightly, he couldn't disappoint Y/N and failed because he was too busy looking at her. 

The test was easy and he couldn’t tell if it was because of his knowledge or was it Y/N’s help. He was actually the first one done and right behind him was Y/N. Her eyes widened at this but felt proud that Yoongi felt confident. Professor Longbottom allowed them to leave class early and they went inside the greenhouse, holding hands. They sat on the bench and Y/N turned towards him with a wide grin, “You finish first? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” 

“It’s a good thing. It was actually pretty easy.” 

“Really!? That’s so good Yoongi.” 

“It’s all thanks to you, Y/N.”

He looked into her eyes as she felt her face flushed. He smiled at her and let out a nervous laugh, “You look beautiful, Y/N.” 

“Uh, do I? Thanks I put lotion on...” Why did I say that

“Oh, that’s good.” 

He hesitated for a moment but he leaned forward, with his nerves jumbled up. His breath was warm and she watched his dark brown eyes to her lips (or she hoped it was her lips). Their lips shyly touched each other under the sunlight. His lips were soft and she noted that he tasted like peppermint while she tasted like honey. His forehead was against hers and he quickly pulled away with a bright red face, “I-I’m sorry! I should’ve ask-”

He couldn't finish his sentence because Y/N brought him into another kiss. This kiss was rougher than the last but he didn’t care. He knew he had a stupid grin. When they pulled away he gave her a soft smile, “You don’t know how long I've wanted to do that.”  

“I’m glad I could make it come true, Mr. Min.” 

Unknown to them, William was outside the greenhouse and saw everything with his eyes. Pure excitement went through his body and he couldn’t wait to tell his brother. He ran off as Y/N and Yoongi shared another kiss with the plants.

Yoongi needed to talk to Y/N. He wanted to take things to the next step but he was afraid that she would get hurt because of who he was. He didn’t care that she was a muggleborn, she could be anything and he wouldn’t care. What he did care about was her safety. He walked down the hallway in a nervous manner and when he turned the corner, she saw her talking to Jungkook and Jimin. He felt his palms getting sweaty but he quickly wiped them on his robes. Before he could walk forward, he was pulled back.

He was pinned against the wall as he let out a groan. He opened his eyes and there were the twins that he barely knew, “Jack? William? What the hell are you doing?” 

“We went to be invited to your party Min.” 

“What the hell are you talking about?” 

William rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest as Jack pushed harder into his shoulder, “That party that you won’t let our family come.” 

“I have no control over that. Why the fuck your pushing me into the wall?” 

“We saw your kiss with that mudblood. It would be embarrassing if everyone found out about your relationship.” 

His eyes widened at this and roughly pushed Jack off of him. He glared at the twins and scoffed, “Like I give a fuck what you guys think of my relationship.” 

“But little Y/N could get hurt and that would be sad, don’t you think Jack.”

“I do, Will.” 

Yoongi bit his bottom lip and looked down at the ground before looking back up, “What do you want from me?” 

“We want to be invited to that party or little Y/N is going to get hurt.” 

“You might want to stay away from her too or we will make her life a living hell.” 

Yoongi cursed under his breath and nodded his head, “Fine. I’ll send a letter to my mother...just don’t touch her.” 

“The prince protecting the princess, how cute. Isn’t that right Will?”

“Very right, Jack. See you later, Min.” 

Yoongi watched them walk away and he scoffed to himself, “Friends my ass.” 

He hid behind the wall as he glanced at Y/N who was letting out a loud laugh at something Jungkook said. His heart fluttered at this and he smiled at her, she looked so cute. He frowned and put his head against the brick, he let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes, “Fuck.” 

It’s been almost a week and Y/N was depressed. She's been trying to talk to Yoongi but he kept avoiding her. At one point, he ran from her. That kiss made her feel something that she has never felt before, it made her feel special. It could be that he regretted it and was saving her from the hurt but Jungkook thought otherwise. 

“That dude has been in love with you since forever.” 

Y/N shook her head and glanced at the fire in the common room, “Maybe the kiss was just a kiss...nothing more or nothing less.” 

“Bullshit, Jimin said that’s not how he is.” 

She raised her eyebrow and glanced at him, “Did you tell Jimin to spy on him?” 

“No...anyways, I think something is wrong. I’ll talk to him if you want.” 

“No, no...I’ll do it. Maybe he doesn’t like me.” 

“Shut up, he likes you. Trust me.” 

“I trust you...I don’t trust fate.”  

Another week has passed and Y/N didn’t have the confidence to talk to him yet but weird things have been happening to her. There were two Slytherin boys that had been following her. At first, she tried to ignore it but it slowly became a problem. Sending random attacks making her almost fall down the stairs and sending birds after her. She wasn’t sure why they were doing this but she heard them mumble mudblood and she quickly got why. 

It was one of those rare days that Y/N was by herself and she quickly made her way to the Room of Requirement. Hoping she would see Yoongi. She ran up the stairs and through the hall but was stopped mid way when she saw the boys that have been harassing her with an evil smirk on their faces. She took a step back from them and gave them a scared look, “W-What do you want from me?” 

The boy laughed and looked at his twin, “Jack, she’s asking us what we want.” 

“I know Will. Little girl, why hasn’t your boyfriend given us an answer?” 

She tilted her head at them and confusion was written across her face, “What are you talking about?” 

“DON’T PLAY DUMB MUDBLOOD!” 

She jumped at the yelling and started rubbing her hands in a nervous manner, “I-I-”

“Is that all you can do? Stuttering idiot.”

“Did you tell your boyfriend to avoid us?” 

She took another step back when they pulled out their wands and pointed it towards them. She put her hands up out of fear and shook her head, “I-I really don’t know what you're talking about!” 

“YOU MUD-”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll kill you myself.” 

Her eyes widened and she looked behind the boys and smiled when she saw Yoongi, “Yoongi...” 

Yoongi quickly took the wands out of their hands as his wand continued to threaten them. The twin boys stared at Yoongi with a fearful look, “Min, we were just messing around.”

“Yeah, you don’t have to hurt us. It was a joke.” 

Yoongi nodded his head and shrugged his shoulders, “Oh...?”

“Yeah, it was a joke!” 

He nodded his head and took a step forward with a nasty smirk on his face, “Too bad, I’m not laughing. Locomotor Mortis.” 

Y/N watched their legs lock and quickly moved to the side as they fell down the stairs. She ignored the sounds of grunting as her eyes landed on Yoongi who was already looking at her. Around them it was pure silent but a symphony started playing between them. They didn’t even realize they were moving towards each other until they were in each other’s embraces. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly as she did the same. He kissed the top of her head and held her as if she was going to disappear. 

She pulled away and looked up at him with sad eyes, “Yoongi...why?” 

He knew what she was asking and looked away as he felt ashamed. He looked back at her with a frown, “I’m going to start from the beginning...” 

She nodded her head and looked down at the marble steps with nervousness, “O-Okay.” 

“They were after you because you're a muggleborn and I’m a pureblood. They used my status against me because I knew how other people saw me with you. I thought I could protect you from afar by beating people up and threatening them...I thought if you were seen with me then I would make your life harder and that hurt more than you can ever know, my darling. The moment we met in the bookstore-” 

“You remember that?” 

He let out a small chuckle and nodded his head, “Of course I remember, it was the first time I laid eyes on you. The first time I felt my heart beat out of my chest. I was infatuated with you the moment I saw you in the aisle. I wanted to hide you away from everyone because I didn’t want you to get hurt...I’m sorry for that. I hid you away in the Room of Requirement for my own selfishness and I didn’t even tell you why. I don’t want to hide you, I-I want the whole world to know how much you mean to me but I’m scared that you’ll get hurt because-”

She placed her hands on either side of his face and brought him in for a quick kiss. When she pulled away she shook her head, “I will be by your stand...no matter what. I wouldn’t want to be away from you because that does more damage than what someone can do to me. Talk to me, Yoongi, I’ll listen to you.”

Something overcame Yoongi as he felt a single tear go down his face when he heard this. He turned his head to hide the fact he was crying but Y/N knew. She gently turned her head to make him look at her as he started to cry softly, “Keep your eyes on me, no matter what.”

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♡ Summary: Yoongi was always known as the bad boy even after graduation. It was annoying but Y/N didn’t care because she saw him as her loveable boyfriend, wait no...fiancé. 

♡ Paring: Established relationship; Pureblood Slytherin! Yoongi x Muggle Born Ravenclaw! Reader

♡ Rating: Explicit (18+) 

♡ Genre: Established relationship, Harry Potter Au, smut, little angst and fluff

♡ Based on the one-shot; Eyes On Me

“Yoongi, why did you let them get to you?”

“Y/N, I wasn’t going to let them talk shit about you.”

The couple walked down Diagon Alley in a hurry. Y/N just wanted some ice cream after their date and Yoongi would never say no to her. What they didn’t know was that one of the purebloods from school was working there and he proceeded to make fun of Y/N. Y/N, didn’t care. She was used to this behavior, Yoongi on the other hand wasn’t. It’s been five years and you would think Yoongi would’ve lost the bad boy image. He dyed his hair blonde to make him look softer but the earrings in his ear still scared people off (also the glare that was almost always on his face, didn’ help). Hoseok and Namjoon made fun of him because of his hair but they understood why he did it. He wanted to look softer for Y/N.

Yoongi grabbed her hand and they apparate to their home. Yoongi tossed his leather jacket onto the couch and headed into the kitchen while Y/N watched him with worried eyes. He opened the fridge and he felt arms around his waist, letting out the deep breath that he didn’t know he was holding in. He placed his hand on top of hers as he continued to stare into the fridge with a blank expression, “Yoongi, I don’t want you to fight people because of me...you can get hurt.” 

“People can’t talk shit about my fiancé.”

“Fiancé!?” 

He curses under his breath and he gently removes her arms to turn to face her.  He rubbed the back of his neck as he felt his face get warm, “Fuck, I didn’t want it like this...”

“Yoongi?”

He sighed and went down on one knee as she watched with wide eyes. He pulled out a velvet box and opened it to reveal a beautiful ring. It was a medium size pearl with diamonds around it, they were so clear that it made her think of mountain water. She glanced at the ring and then at Yoongi who was looking at her with a red face, “I-I’ve been in love with you since I saw you in the bookstore...since I was eleven, fuck that’s crazy to think. The moment I saw you, everything kind of made sense? I loved you for so long that it’s crazy. You’re the only woman for me and I couldn’t imagine my life without you...Y/N will you marry me?” 

Her eyes widened at the question but it quickly softened, “Can Jungkook be my maid of honor?” 

He let out a chuckle as he watched a tear escape her eye, “Yes...Jimin can also be up there with you.” 

“I want Jin to be there too...”

“You want that idiot there.” 

“Don’t call him that, he's one of my best friends.” 

“Baby, he’s still an idiot. So...does that mean you will marry me?” 

She let out a small laugh and put her hand out, “I would love to be your wife, Min Yoongi.” 

Yoongi clumsily took the ring out of the box and placed it on her finger. He picked her up and spun her around the small kitchen as her giggles filled the room. When they stopped, Y/N gently cupped his face as their foreheads rested on each other. The only thing they could see was pure joy. She leaned up giving him a quick kiss but that’s not what he wanted. He gently swept her off her feet and her back gently came into contact with the wall. Yoongi’s lips quickly found hers. Y/N’s eyes widened at the sudden action but they slowly closed, relishing in the kiss. He wrapped her legs around his waist, in fear that she would fall. He wouldn’t want his girl-fiance get hurt. 

His hands traveled up thighs and then to her ass. His eyes widened and snickered against her lips, “No underwear?”

“I-It would’ve shown...I-I wanted to look nice.”

“My fiancé always looks nice.” The moment Yoongi’s fingertips touched her folds, she jumped. Even though they’ve been together for about six years, she’s never used to having sex. He was her first love and well, first for everything. As cliche as it is, he was her everything. 

“My fiancé, fuck.” Yoongi grinned as he started to trail his kisses along her neck. He loved this part because she would make the most beautiful nosies. It was truly music to his ears. His fingers started to play with her folds and her head fell forward into his shoulder, “Yo-Yoongi.” 

Yoongi groaned at the sound of his name and grinded his hips against her bare pussy as he held her up, “You're the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.” 

“Y-Your my ever-everything.” 

He shifted her body onto his left arm as he reached for his zipper. She leaned forward and placed small kisses along his neck as he awkwardly took his dick out. He let out a small laugh making her tilt her head, “What?” 

“This just reminds me of when we first had sex...it was filled with so much tension but fuck was it awkward.” 

She slapped his shoulder as he let out a small laugh, “It was my first time...it was perfect.”

He smiled at this and leaned forward placing his lips on hers, “Perfect doesn’t do it justice. You were so cute, so shy but once you got used to it, you became a vixen.”

“Yay! Shut up!” 

Yoongi slapped his dick against her pussy, making her jump a bit. He let out a deep chuckle and kissed her cheek. He grabbed her ass and he started to hump her, his tip hitting her clit almost every time, “My little vixen.” 

“D-Don’t call me-” She was cut off with a loud moan when she felt her fiance slipped in. She pulled her hips back slowly and pushed back in slowly, wanting to feel him (it was a special moment). Yoongi thrusted up and her face was buried into his shoulder, biting down harshly. 

“Just like that ~.” 

He started to go faster, dragging her pussy up his cock and slamming her back down as hard as he could manage in the position. She moaned into his pale skin as her nails drugged into his back. Yoongi noticed that the position was awkward and he didn’t want her to get hurt from it, so, without removing himself; he moved towards the couch. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as they sat down on the dark green couch. Yoongi situated her on his thighs and he lifted up her dress skirt. He licked his lips when he saw his cock disappearing just below the mounds of flesh, “You’re so pretty.” 

He kneaded her ass cheeks before spreading them to see her puckered asshole and she moaned at the feeling, “Mine.” 

He grabbed her waist and started thrust slowly, his falling shut as he held her close to. He thrusted slow and deep a few times before his hands shoved down the front of her dress, ripping it. He groped her tits and moaned slowly into her ear, “I love you.”

“I-I love you more.”

“Impossible.” 

He kissed and sucked her neck as she leaned into the touch. Her fingers found his hair as she gripped it. She turned her head and brought him into a sloppy kiss. He moaned into the kiss and his fingers snuck around finding her clit and started rubbing it. She moaned against his lips but didn’t move away from him. One more rubbed and she moved away from his lips to let out a loud moan, “Yo-Yoongi!” 

“That’s it baby, let it all out.” 

He let her fall back into her chest and he started going faster when he felt close, “Holy shit~.” 

It didn’t take long before Yoongi cummed hard, and gently bit her neck when he released. Yoongi hugged her tighter and they sat there before kissing her shoulder, “I love you.”

“I can’t believe you ripped my dress.”

He rolled his eyes and gently slapped her thigh, “I’ll buy you another one.” 

“Are you going to take me to the bedroom?”

“Is that what you want?” 

“I mean it's only eight...I have all night.”

“Fuck lets go.”

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"Tell Me You're Mine"

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi’s always been secure in his relationship with you, but what happens when you and your childhood friend, Jin, start spending a little too much time together after he moves in next door?

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, possessive dom Yoongi, subby reader, light choking, marking, oral(fem rec), unprotected sex(don’t do this pls), spanking, pregnancy mention,

A/n: Thanks to @bangtansmauyeondan for this request! I had a lot of fun writing this one, it got away from me and came out a lil more fluffy than angsty tho. I hope you like it!

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Yoongi quietly let himself in the front door, a sigh of relief slipping out involuntarily as the familiar scents and sounds of your home filled his senses. Your favorite scented candle, the faint hum of the washing machine down the hall, Holly’s tiny snores from his napping spot on the couch.

Tiredly making his way through the house, he finally felt himself relax as he found you in the kitchen, coming up behind you as you were washing ingredients for dinner and wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, tucking his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

“Hi.” He mumbled.

“Hey.” You giggled, turning enough to connect your lips to his in greeting, grinning at his tired expression. “Long day?”

“Mhm.” He hummed, rubbing face against the material of your shirt. “How was your day?”

“Pretty good, I went with Jin to help him pick out some new things for his place.” You said, missing the way Yoongi’s body tensed ever so faintly against yours, his mouth twitching down into a grimace.

Jin was an old friend of yours from school, whom he’d met once or twice over the years and who seemed like a really nice guy, but since he had moved in next door to the two of you, Yoongi had found himself disliking him more and more.

There was nothing wrong with him really, he was polite, funny, charming, you loved spending time with him.

Actually, that was what was wrong with him.

Yoongi had never really been the clingy type or easily jealous, it was something he had rather prided himself in, knowing that the two of you had complete faith and trust in each other. Which is why you hanging out with your old friend shouldn’t have bothered him so much, and originally it didn’t.

But then one afternoon had turned into another, and another.

Yoongi knew deep down that there was nothing to worry about, you and Jin were just friends, but he couldn’t help his growing sense of unease. It was starting to feel like you were spending more time with Jin than with your own husband.

As if to prove his point, your phone suddenly pinged next to you on the counter, the screen lighting up to show a text from Jin, followed by another, and then another.

Thanks again for today

I had a lot of fun

Yk I’d have been lost without you, lol💙

It was an insignificant little thing, but that little emoji caused something inside of Yoongi to snap.

Before you could even glance at your phone, Yoongi had spun you around, pinning you between him and the sink, his hands tightly gripping your waist.

He crashed his lips against yours, swallowing your muffled whimper of surprise. Immediately his hand came to wrap around the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer.

You pushed back, gasping for breath. "Babe, what-”

"Come. Here." Yoongi's eyes bore into yours, almost black with lust, silencing any argument from you.

You went lax in his hold, allowing him to close the gap between you again, kissing you with all the passion he could muster.

He nipped at your bottom lip, making you gasp and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, letting out a huff of satisfaction as he tasted you, tangling his tongue with yours.

As he roughly kneaded the soft flesh of your hip with one hand, the other slid from the back of your neck around to rest against your throat, squeezing just enough to make you let out a whimper, the sound muffled by his mouth still firmly glued to yours.

Yoongi pushed you up onto the counter, your legs spreading enough for him to slot between, his mouth only leaving yours to continue his assault on your neck, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin and making you mewl as he ground his hardening length against your clothed core.

"I thought- thought you were tired?" You panted, struggling to catch your breath.

"Don’t care, need you." He groaned, sucking harshly on the spot below your ear that made your mind go hazy.

As his hands began to fumble with your shirt, your phone rang beside you on the counter, Jin’s name illuminated on the screen, making Yoongi’s blood boil.

Before you could ever process what was happening, Yoongi had grabbed the phone and accepted the call.

“We’re fucking busy right now.” He growled, hanging up and slamming the phone down on the counter again.

“Y-Yoongi, what the-” Your words were cut off by his mouth on yours again.

“I’ll make you forget his fucking name.” He swore, dropping to his knees in front of you.

He shoved your skirt up, yanking your underwear to the side before diving straight into your dripping cunt.

He groaned at how soaked you already were for him, dragging his tongue between your folds up to your clit to collect your arousal, his motions rapidly becoming hungrier, greedier, lapping you up like a man starved

"F-fuck, Yoongi!" You moaned out, the onslaught of sensations too much for your mind to keep up with.

You laced your fingers through his dark hair as you began to buck your hips against his skilled tongue, your motions becoming synchronized.

Yoongi steadied himself by grabbing onto your thighs, letting you grind on him, use him for your pleasure.

You looked down to see his eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration as he worked his mouth against you, the sight enough to cause the tension deep inside you to wind painfully tight, threatening to snap.

“Y-yoongi,” You gasped, your vision blurring at the edges. I’m-”

"Cum for me, Baby. Let go."

Like a command whispered into your bones, you unraveled almost instantly. Yoongi pressed his face closer onto you, letting you ride out your orgasm on his tongue until you slumped back, exhausted.

You’d barely come down when he was standing and pulling you down from the counter.

“Bedroom, now.” He growled, the way he looked at you setting your skin on fire.

He wrapped his arms around you, propelling you towards the bedroom, his lips never straying from your skin for more than a moment.

Once in the bedroom, he pushed you down onto the bed, climbing over you and connecting his mouth with yours again.

Pulling away to roughly remove both of your clothes, Yoongi’s eyes never left you, his gaze hypnotic like a predator with its prey, wanting to tear you apart and consume you entirely, causing you to squirm beneath him.

Now laid bare before him, Yoongi claimed his place between your legs, squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs as he did so.

"So pretty, and all mine.” He hummed, spreading your legs even further apart. “Mine. Isn’t that right?"

"Yours, only yours, Yoongi." You agreed, your head still spinning from your last high. “Please.”

He positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, but didn’t push in yet, choosing instead to tease you by just tapping it against you, making you twitch in need. "Tell me you want it, Baby, wanna hear you say it."

"Please, Yoongi. Fuck me, please. Need to feel you." You begged.

He’d always been so good at this, making you desperate for him, your pleas sending blood rushing straight to his cock.

"Good girl." He pressed into you with the last word, causing you to let out a borderline pornographic moan, eyes rolling bad in your head.

He quickly set a brutal pace, pounding into you relentlessly as he gripped your waist, your body jolting with every thrust, your hands clutching at his forearms for stability.

"Tell me you're mine." He panted out.

"I'm yours, Yoongi, all yours." You gasped out, you pussy clenching around him as you spoke, making him almost dizzy with need.

“Who’s making you feel this good? Who’s the only one that makes you like this?” He huffed.

But the way he was pounding into you was causing your mind to drift away, floating somewhere in the stratosphere until he brought you back down to earth and him with a firm slap to your ass.

“Say it!” He demanded.

“Yoongi!” You cried out, the sharp sting of pain blending with pleasure bringing tears to your eyes.

“Say it again!”

“Y-yoongi!” You sobbed.

He picked up his pace, well aware that the bedroom windows were open, but he couldn't care less. He needed to hear your pretty moans as you begged for him, he needed the world to hear it.

"Mine. My baby.” He groaned. “Fuck, ought to cum in you, get you pregnant, make sure everybody knows you’re mine.”

You broke at his words, shaking in his vice-like hold as your second orgasm crashed over you.

Feeling you come undone, squeezing his cock so hard he couldn’t breathe, sent him over the edge, his hips losing their rhythm as he collapsed on top of you, spilling deep inside your twitching heat.

Silence fell over the room, broken only by you and Yoongi’s shaky breaths as you tried to collect yourselves.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly, his softening length still nested inside of you, gently stroking your hair. All of the earlier roughness and aggression was nowhere to be seen as he looked down at you softly, almost apprehensive.

“Yeah, are you?” You asked, voice now slightly hoarse.

“Mhm,” He nodded, tracing his fingers over the curve of your shoulder.

He carefully moved off of you, moving to lay next to you before pulling you gently to his chest.

You waited a few moments before asking. “You wanna tell me what brought all that on?”

He let out a breath. “It’s dumb.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” You said, giving him a look as you waited for him to explain.

“It’s just-” He sighed. “You and Jin.”

You frowned. “What about me and Jin?”

“Nothing, you’ve just… You’ve been spending a lot of time together lately. And he’s nice and all, but… it’s just, you spent all day with him, and then he keeps fucking texting you.” He brought an arm up to cover his eyes as irritation began to bubble up in his stomach at the memory. “I don’t know.”

“I didn’t know it bothered you that much.” You said quietly.

“It doesn’t,” He said, too quickly. “At least, not usually. I just...”

You sat up, turning to look at him properly.

“Yoongi, look at me,” You said softly. “Please?”

He let his arm fall away from his face, cautiously meeting your gaze.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel jealous. I like spending time with Jin, but my friendship with him could never even remotely compare to how much I love you.” You said, caressing his face. “You’re all I want forever.”

His heart stuttered as you leaned closer, pressing the softest of kisses to his swollen, love bruised lips.

It was almost funny, after everything that transpired in the past hour, the simple act of you kissing him was what made him feel the most unsteady.

You were his world, he couldn't imagine his life without you, or rather didn’t want to. He knew what it looked like, flat, bleak, nothingness.

You were what made life livable for him. Without you, it would just be surviving, and he’d had enough of that before the two of you met.

Drawing you back down to him, all his earlier insecurities faded out like a distant memory. The reassuring feeling of holding you in his arms, you sighing contentedly against his chest, was everything he needed and more.

“I love you.” He said, almost too quiet to hear.

“I love you too.” Your sleepy reply was the last thing he heard before he drifted off.

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