Warnings: swearing, kissing, use of restraints, mention of choking, reference to previous sex, blood, allusions to murder, Yoongi is not a good guy here (ymmv)
Word Count: 1.1k
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary:His hand rises of its own accord, seeking the soft skin of your cheek. Craving one last gentle touch before…. “This could’ve been something, you know.”
A/N: Another installment in the BadCop!AU! OC’s about to find out what happens when you fuck with Yoongi’s money. Spoiler alert: nothing good.
Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open!
title: friends (the week, pt. 1) pairing:3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series:masterlist|three tangerines|fireworks|house party|basketball|stay |sidewalk talk rating/genre:m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary:the week you get with yoongi has a few surprises. and one of them presents itself in the form of a phone call. warnings:cursing, tension, oc’s are introduced!!, oral (m rec), degradation, the amount of kiss scenes wow lol, power dynamics (cmnf), fingering, angst yeah i know, throat fucking, choking, rude yoongi :))), multiple orgasms, breast play, cum swallowing, the chains stay on, cunt slapping, sl*t/wh*re mentions, dirty talk, yoongi’s mouth in general, overthinking, doubt, head/hair pulling, body worship, praise, restraining via headboard a ha ha, this one is p angsty y’all note:thank you to @sugakookitty for being an angel beta !! i know this was super last minute i am so so sorry. i owe you some tangerines! note 2: and here we are again. i hope you all like this installment, and i wanted to thank everyone for being so patient and supportive. it truly means so much to me! if you haven’t gotten around to three tangerines yet, i highly encourage you to read the series first since this is from the same universe :D it would make more sense! word count: 15.6k drop date: april 26th, 2022, 7:17pm est
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I JUST
I LOVE THIS YOONGI
I LOVE THIS YN
HOW ARE THEY SO HOT
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I’M IN SHAMBLES
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I’M JUST GOING TO BITE MY OWN HAND FUCK ASDKFLJASDFKASJF
You hadn’t meant to pry. The letter had just fallen out of his pocket when you picked up his coat to leave the studio. The letter that read baby with hearts all around it. You stared at the envelope for a long time deciding whether or not to open it. It’s not Yoongi’s handwriting, so there is no way it’s for you.
Before you get a chance to make your decision your boyfriend walks into the room.
“What have you got there babe?” he looks completely confused by the paper, but your mind has already had enough time to run through all possible origins of letter. It explained everything, the late nights, early mornings, he’s been pulling away. There is somebody else, and this is the proof. You throw the note at him, still unopened, and storm into the corridor. You hear him release an exasperated sigh before chasing after you.
“Stop running away from me would you.” His hand lands on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.
“Give me one good reason why I should.” You refuse to look at him, shrugging free of his hold but not running away again yet…
“You didn’t even open it, you have no idea what this is… Don’t you trust me?” he sounds annoyed, but there is something more too it than that, he sounds betrayed. Like he has the right to be upset with you for this.
“A poorly hidden letter, covered in hearts and reeking of cheap perfume seems like a pretty conclusive reason not to!” You twist back on him in time to see him flinch. You rarely yell, not at him. You’re struggling to hold back the tears threatening to fall. He takes a minute to take you in. absolutely seething and ready to run, without even talking about the flimsy ‘evidence’ you’ve found.
“I can’t believe you don’t trust me.” His voice is small, barely loud enough for you to hear despite not being more than arms-width apart. Lack of trust is what made his last relationship fall apart, and you knew that. What’s worse is you used it against him.
“Maybe I’m starting to understand why she left…” it’s completely unnecessary. A way to hurt him like he was hurting you. You don’t know what you were expecting, an admission of guilt, for him to scream at you? Instead he just handed you the letter back and dropped his eyes to the floor. You peeled op the envelop and unfolded the paper
*Jungkook,
You were busy so I thought I’d leave you a note instead, I can’t wait to see you tonight.
Love you so much,
Eunji*
It wasn’t meant for him.
You stand in silence for a moment. Opening and closing your mouth trying to think of the words to say, the words that could fix this, but none came.
“What are you so afraid of?” His question catches you off guard. When you remain speechless, he meets your eyes and continues. “You are always looking for a way out. If you can’t trust me then tell me, because I don’t see a point in continuing a relationship where there is no trust, you can’t build a life on that Y/N.”
“I… I love you.” It’s a whisper, and it’s not enough.
“Love isn’t trust. And if it were really love this argument would’ve never happened. Maybe we should take a break? Decide where we really stand?”
“Wait no, please don’t.” You reach for his hand, but its futile. He pulls out of your reach.
“I’ll call you in a few weeks.” He takes one last look at you and heads back into the studio.
⤞Ticket:Traveling/Vacation ⤞Main Event: Frostee (one night stand) ⤞Games:Food play, temperature play
Pairing: BDE!Yoongi x fem!reader
Genre: smut; pwp; one night stand; strangers to ?; NSFW
Rating:18+
Summary:A long weekend away with your friends turns out to be more interesting when they invite an unexpected guest.
Word count:4,991K
Warnings: sexually explicit language; grown-girl talk; cussing; food play; flirting; sexual tension; riding; clit play; nipple/breast play; dirty talk; alcohol consumption; teasing; temperature play; unprotected sex (OC is on birth control but still–be safe); multiple orgasms; cunnilingus; fingering; hyperstimulation; pet names; soft!dom Yoongi; some manhandling; ass-smacking (once); creampie; bed-sharing; hints of aftercare
A/N: Just when I thought I couldn’t dig any deeper–here we are! I really, really only intended for this to be a drabble…and it’s gone completely off the rails. Grammys Yoongi still has a chokehold on me. Also…I may or may not have listened to The-Dream’s Falsetto on repeat while writing this. Make what you will out of that.
Anyway, I’m super excited to join my first network event! Thanks to Madame Ryen @kithtaehyung for the prompts! Enjoy!
It was a long weekend and your friend Lili, along with her boyfriend Hobi, have planned a relaxing cabin getaway out of town. The cabin rental was Hobi’s friend, Namjoon’s idea. The location was tucked away up in the mountains, overlooking a lake. Namjoon said that it was a great way to recharge and reconnect with nature and he planned many group activities around that–which his fiancee, Yeona, was all-too-happy to indulge him in.
⤞Ticket:Traveling/Vacation ⤞Main Event: Frostee (one night stand) ⤞Games:Food play, temperature play
Pairing: BDE!Yoongi x fem!reader
Genre: smut; pwp; one night stand; strangers to ?; NSFW
Rating:18+
Summary:A long weekend away with your friends turns out to be more interesting when they invite an unexpected guest.
Word count:4,991K
Warnings: sexually explicit language; grown-girl talk; cussing; food play; flirting; sexual tension; riding; clit play; nipple/breast play; dirty talk; alcohol consumption; teasing; temperature play; unprotected sex (OC is on birth control but still–be safe); multiple orgasms; cunnilingus; fingering; hyperstimulation; pet names; soft!dom Yoongi; some manhandling; ass-smacking (once); creampie; bed-sharing; hints of aftercare
A/N: Just when I thought I couldn’t dig any deeper–here we are! I really, really only intended for this to be a drabble…and it’s gone completely off the rails. Grammys Yoongi still has a chokehold on me. Also…I may or may not have listened to The-Dream’s Falsetto on repeat while writing this. Make what you will out of that.
Anyway, I’m super excited to join my first network event! Thanks to Madame Ryen @kithtaehyung for the prompts! Enjoy!
It was a long weekend and your friend Lili, along with her boyfriend Hobi, have planned a relaxing cabin getaway out of town. The cabin rental was Hobi’s friend, Namjoon’s idea. The location was tucked away up in the mountains, overlooking a lake. Namjoon said that it was a great way to recharge and reconnect with nature and he planned many group activities around that–which his fiancee, Yeona, was all-too-happy to indulge him in.
“I thought you said you were bringing Kai?”
You groaned at Lili and waved her off. “Oh, I ended that shit days ago.”
Her eyes widened comically. “And you didn’t tell me?”
You shrugged. “Eh. It wasn’t really that serious between us so I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
“I thought you said he was cute?”
“Hewas,but that boy couldn’t make me cum if he tried,” you say flippantly.
“Oh no,” she says gravely. “So…it didn’t get any better?”
You threw your hands up and shrugged. “Nope. I just find myself reaching for my vibrator more often than not. I thought to myself—what’s the point of having access to dick when that dick ain’t shit anyway.”
She hummed, while she organized the produce in the fridge. “True.”
“What’s worse is that he didn’t even really have that much of a personality so…I was really counting on the sex to be mind-blowing. 0 for 2 there.” You scoffed. “I mean…is it really too much to ask to get dick-whipped every now and then?”
Lili laughs heartily by the kitchen sink. “I think the term you’re looking for is ‘dicked-down’,” she corrects.
“Whatever, Lil. The point is, I just want to be manhandled a little,” you call out past your shoulder. You rounded the corner to walk back by the front door to retrieve more items that your friends have unloaded when you jump after seeing a stranger standing by the door.
“Holy shit,” you yelped in horror and threatened to throw a can of chicken broth at him.
“Woah, woah—please don’t do that,” he says in a soft voice. “I’m really sorry that I snuck up on you.”
You hung on to the can of broth. “Who are you?” You ask as you try to bring your heart rate down. “H-how long have you been standing there?”
“YN, are you okay?” Lili rushes over to you then gets a good look at the newcomer. “Oh…are you—Hobi and Joon’s friend?”
He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, yeah. I’m—“
“Oh, good you’ve met Yoongi!” Hobi exclaims out as he walks into the cabin unloading more groceries, followed by Namjoon and Yeona.
After formal introductions and some explanations, you finally relax and put the can down.
“Nice to meet you,” he says in a low, gentle voice. His eyes linger on you.
“Anyway, the room assignments aren’t fixed but obviously, Hobi and Lil claimed the master bedroom. Yeona and I have the loft and YN has the other bedroom that has a double bed. So your options are either the couch or hammock by the deck,” Namjoon explains.
“I’m cool with taking the couch.” You hear Yoongi say as you walk back to the pantry to put away more snacks while Yeona shows Yoongi where the extra sheets and pillows are.
******
Yeona and Lili busied themselves around the kitchen while you stuck to watching them since you were a bit of a hazard—which Yeona was completely comfortable with since Namjoon was the same way at home…and well, pretty much anywhere.
You sat on the counter snacking on a tangerine while watching your girlfriends prepare lunch. “So, how long have they known this Yoongi-guy? I’ve never heard them talk about him before.”
“Yoongi just moved to town. They were all roommates in college, lost touch for a couple years then reconnected just recently,” Yeona explains. “He works in tech, I think.”
You hummed. “He seems pretty quiet.”
Lili chuckled to herself. “Or maybe he’s just intimidated by how loud we all are”
“He’s cute though,” you said, noncommittally as you chewed on a tangerine slice.
Lili and Yeona’s heads whip around in your direction, eyeing you suspiciously.
You suddenly find yourself uncomfortably shifting. “What? I have eyes! I’m not insinuating anything.”
“Babe, insinuate all you want. I hear he’s single,” Lili says.
“…And packing,” Yeona adds.
Now it was your turn to be shocked at your friend. “Yeona! You are an engaged woman!”
She laughed. “So? I have eyes, too. Not that I’m going to do anything about it because I’m fully satisfied with Joon, if you catch my drift.”
Your giggles ring in the kitchen.
“But how can you tell?” Lili asks.
Yeona motions over to the deck where the guys are hanging out, making casual conversation when Yoongi gets up to grab a beer from the cooler.
“See how low those shorts are slung?”
Your eyes slowly drift to his waistband.
“It’s not just the drawstring and elastic holding them up,” Yeona mumbles. “I would know because,” she clears her throat, “Namjoon has the same special skill.”
You and Lili tilt your heads almost in unison and hum in appreciation. Suddenly, Yoongi glances at the window and into the kitchen and you all turn your attention elsewhere, pretending that you were doing something important.
******
After lunch, the afternoon turned to be a scorcher so you all changed into your swimsuits and made your way down to the lake to cool off.
Yoongi turned out to be a silent observer, mostly. Fully content watching the banter between you and your friends. Hobi and Namjoon would occasionally rib him from their college days and he just laughed along while trading one-liners of his own.
You were perfectly fine enjoying the afternoon and taking a dip in the lake. But thanks to Yeona’s earlier comment, you couldn’t keep your eyes from drifting down to Yoongi’s boardshorts. You were pulled away from your daydream when he randomly splashes you with water.
“You okay there?” He asks.
You freeze and panic. “Uhh—fine.” You blinked then shook your head. This wasn’t going to work. You decided to extract yourself from this potentially dangerous situation. Otherwise, this was shaping up to be an extra long weekend. “Uhm, you know, what? I’m gonna head back up to the cabin.”
“Are you okay, YN?” Hobi calls out.
“I’m fine. Just a little tired. I’ll go and relax and maybe read a book or something.”
“Want me to come with you, babe?” Lili asks.
“No, thanks. I’m fine, I swear. It’s just the heat. Don’t let me ruin your fun.”
You made your way up the wooden steps leading back to the cabin. It was still pretty humid so instead of taking a shower right away, you go into the fridge and grab a couple of ice cubes and hold them up to your neck.
You sighed, feeling the touch of coolness against your skin.
“YN?”
You gasp at the sound of his voice, turning to see Yoongi standing by the counter.
“Jesus, you’re really light on your feet,” you remarked. “Were you a cat or something in your previous life?”
He laughs. “So I’ve been told. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. You looked a little…flustered earlier.”
Flustered was right. Flustered with the thought of Yoongi’s dickprint mocking you through those shorts.
“You’re sweet but I’m okay. You didn’t have to come all the way up here to check up on me,” you say softly.
The ice cubes continued to melt and drip down your skin.
“Hot day, huh?” He says as he takes a couple of steps towards you, brushing up his soaked hair back with his fingers.
“Yeah,” you agreed, suddenly breathless while you watched him.
“Leave it to Namjoon to find a place with no air conditioning,” he jokes.
You both laugh, breaking the tension. And then it was back again when you both fell silent. You fidgeted then moved the ice cubes to the back of your neck, where the water continued to drip down your bikini top.
“That looks refreshing. Can I try?” He motions to the ice on your neck.
You raised your eyebrows. “S-sure. Knock yourself out,” you said.
You were baffled seeing him walk up to you instead of the fridge. He was now inches away from you. You then gestured at the fridge and tell him, “There’s ice–”
“I said, I wanted to try this.” Before you could stop him, he dipped his mouth onto your neck and sucked hard.
You gasped as you felt the alternate sucking and licking patterns he did. When he squeezes your hip bone, you let out a deep, ragged moan.
But it was short-lived as you both jump and quickly separate the moment you hear Hobi’s cackles approaching the doorway.
“Hey, I thought you were gonna lie down?” Lili says.
“I was–uh–but…” You scrambled. “I…I just wanted to cool off a bit more,” you held up the ice cubes as some measly proof that you weren’t up to anything scandalous. You glanced at Yoongi whose hands rested on the counter, looking cool as a cucumber. As if he wasn’t just trying to give you a hickey seconds ago. You try to casually flip your hair to try and cover up in case he left any obvious marks.
Your friends don’t seem to suspect anything.
“Namjoonie, you think we can get the grill going?” Hobi says, breaking the tension.
Before Namjoon can answer, “Hobi–” Yeona scolds him. “Do you know who you’re talking to and what you are asking him to do?”
“I’ll do it,” Yoongi volunteers. “I think I’m cooled enough,” he says before prying his eyes away from you and walking back towards the deck to set up the grill.
Everyone else retreats to their room to get changed while you rush over to the bathroom, immediately desperate for that cold shower you had initially intended on getting.
******
After dinner, you, Namjoon, and Yeona played some board games in the dining room while Hobi, Lili, and Yoongi sat out on the deck by the firepit. It distracted you momentarily from this afternoon’s close-call. You excused yourself to grab a beer from the fridge and decide to glance out by the deck.
To your surprise, Yoongi was already looking your way. Your breath hitches and you turn away. You fumble with the kitchen drawers, trying to look for the bottle opener.
“Looking for something?” You look up to see him standing in the kitchen.
“Uh–just…looking for the bottle opener,” you smile nervously. He unnerved you–there was no question about it. And this was only the first night! You wondered how you’d be able to get through the rest of the weekend thinking about Yoongi’s possibly gifted crotch-area.
“Here, I keep one on my key ring, just in case.” He offers you his set of keys, holding up the bottle opener separately and handing it to you. You flinch when his hands touch yours during the exchange.
“Uh, thanks,” you mutter after you crack the bottle open, then quickly drop the keys into his palm before you walk away from him wordlessly, to return to your board game. You were intent on avoiding him for the rest of the night–for your sanity.
The night went on and one by one, each of your friends started to turn in.
You laid in your room, tossing and turning. It was late but you craved something. You weren’t sure whether you were thirsty or hungry, or both. You pad over to the kitchen and rummage through the snack bin. You didn’t find anything of interest.
You look into the freezer then find a pint of cookie dough ice cream. That should hit the spot, you thought. You grabbed a spoon, and dug in–not even bothering to scoop a bit into a separate bowl. You’d probably finish the whole thing in one sitting.
“Can’t sleep?”
You are startled again as you spot him leaning against the wall by the kitchen.
“Oh my god!” You said as you clutched your chest. “Stop scaring me like that!”
He chuckles. “Sorry! I can’t help how I move. Or maybe you just need to relax a little bit. You seem a bit tense.”
You swallowed hard. “It’s the heat. I can’t stand it. I just get really agitated,” You said, spooning another bite of ice cream into your mouth.
“Sorry I woke you…I forgot you were out here,” you said apologetically, suddenly remembering that he chose to sleep on the couch.
“Nah. I couldn’t sleep either. I have a weird sleep pattern.”
You nodded wordlessly.
He walks over to the counter to reach for the bottle of whiskey then searches for a lowball glass up on the cupboards. When he couldn’t find one, he settled for one of the plastic cups set out and poured himself a shot. “Want some?”
You shook your head. Whiskey wasn’t really your thing…though watching him toss it back and swallow makes you want to get into it.
“I was thinking,” he started after setting the cup back down on the counter. “Since we’re both up, maybe we could finish what we started…you know, before we got rudely interrupted.”
“What makes you think I’d want to finish it?” You’d sound more convincing if the fluttering in your belly would just quit.
He smirks, then saunters towards you. He rests his hand on your hipbone and squeezes it gently. You gasp at the contact.
“One thing you need to know about me is that…I’m very observant. I also like to pay attention.”
He was closing in on you—your lips barely touching. You were panting softly into his mouth. He decides to tease you by darting his tongue out to lick your bottom lip.
“I know you liked it when I touched you here.” He was massaging your hip now. Your hands gripped the kitchen counter, unaware how much longer you’d be able to stand upright.
“And you liked when I did this,” he dipped his head and sucked on your neck. You stifled a moan. When he pulls away, you suddenly feel bereft.
“I want to try something.” You follow his line of sight as he glances over at the pint of ice cream that you were just snacking on. His eyes are dancing with delight as you telepathically work out what he was planning to do.
“Do you—“
“Okay,” you say a little too eagerly.
His lips curve into a slow, sexy smile. “Alright then.” He grabs your spoon and dips it into the tub. He brings it to his mouth for a taste. “Mm…what flavor is this?”
You watch his tongue lick the back of the spoon. “Cookie dough,” you say softly.
“Hm.” He dips the spoon into the tub once more. “I’m more of a chocolate guy but I think I might learn to like this.”
You gasp as he lets the ice cream drip down to the swell of your breast. As the drop slides down to your skin he catches it with his mouth, suckling on the skin. You immediately feel your panties soak through the gusset.
He pulls away once more, licking his lips clean.
He motions over to the counter. “Hop on,” he commands and you do as you’re told.
He takes the pint again and tells you to scoot down to the edge of the counter. Once you do, he drops another scoop of ice cream on your thigh. You watch it slowly drip down further into your leg.
Yoongi dips his head down and you could have sworn that you heard him inhale and take in your scent before he drags his tongue from your inner to your upper thigh. You stifled a moan when he began sucking on the flesh for a few seconds.
“Y-Yoongi, wait—“ You gripped his shoulders.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No, but—“
His eyebrows knit in confusion.
“I think,” you panted, trying to get your head straight after his oral assault. “I think we should move this somewhere else? I-I just don’t want anyone to walk in on us. Maybe you’re into that but I’m not.”
“I’m good with whatever you’re comfortable with.” He gives you a small smile.
“Bedroom, then?”
“Sure.”
You hopped off the counter and started to walk back to your room when you paused then turned to him. “Bring that, will you?” You nodded at the tub of ice cream.
As soon as he shuts the door behind him and sets the ice cream down by the dresser, you turn your head and pull his mouth towards yours for a long, deep kiss. His tongue explored your mouth, licking, tasting.
You felt him backing you up until your calves hit the side of the bed before lowering you onto it. You scoot back further and he starts working on pulling your bottoms off. As soon as he pulls your top off, his mouth quickly wraps around a nipple while his other hand pinches the other.
He pulls away to retrieve the ice cream that he left on the dresser.
You leaned back, your weight balanced on your elbows. Your heartbeat quickened as you anticipated his next move. His gaze was hot, lips parted as he dropped another scoop down to your pelvis. He drags his tongue downwards, until he goes past your mound and finishes with a light flick at your folds.
You gasped audibly. When he leans back, you dip your finger into the tub and swipe it at his mouth. A low growl escapes him as you licked it off hungrily. His eyes were so completely dilated by lust, they were black.
You lifted his shirt. You pulled it up and over his head, his shoulders strain with the hard stretch of fabric. You take the ice cream from him and dip your fingers into the tub once more and drag it across your chest.
His head turned, mouth latching onto your nipple and suckling, easy, gentle tugs of suction on the sensitive point. You whimpered when his teeth caught the hardened tip, completely trapping you.
Your head bowed, eyes entranced at the sight of his hollowing cheeks. Inside the heat of his mouth, his tongue fluttered at the tip, his throat working as he swallowed. Your core tightened and pulsed, echoing the rhythmic pulls. You feel him slide two fingers in you–working and stretching you for him.
Having had enough, he takes the tub and tosses it by the nightstand haphazardly.
He slots himself between your legs and settles there for a bit, tasting, and licking you. Your back arches, lifting your hips to his mouth as he sucked and fluttered his tongue over your clit. He sits up, stopping short of your orgasm–which, surprisingly, didn’t even make you mad.
Frantically reaching between you, you untied the drawstring of his waistband and pushed the elastic down enough to free him. You gasped not just at the size but the girth. This was why you weren’t mad at him for stopping.
“What did you say you wanted earlier?”
You swallow hard as his voice brings you back to reality. “W-what?”
“Earlier, when you were in the kitchen.” He was pumping his cock slowly, stopping to squeeze the tip…teasing you while you salivated.
“I…I don’t–” you struggled to find the words.
“You wanted to get–what was it? Dick-whipped? Or dicked-down?”
Your eyes almost bulge out of your sockets as he repeated your supposedly throwaway comment from this morning–when he walked in on you and Lili in the kitchen.
“If that’s still on the table then you’re in for a real treat,” he says with a devilish lilt to his voice. You didn’t protest when he took your hand and pulled it towards him. You instinctively wrap your hands around him, fingertips tracing the thick veins coursing along his length. The tip was dripping with precum, your thumb captured it, hands gliding, spreading his slick all over him.
He pulls away and sits on the bed, urging you to climb on top of him. Once your legs settle on either side of his hips, you lift yourself slightly then align the tip to your opening. “Take it slow,” he ordered gruffly. “I want to be inside you all night and we can’t have you sore,” he says, running his hands down your arms.
That sent shivers down your spine, goosebumps covering your skin. You couldn’t take your eyes off it. “What if–what if I can’t–” you struggled to find the words. You weren’t sure if he would fit–if you could make him fit. Sensing your apprehension, Yoongi reached up with both hands, pushing the hair back from your face. “Trust me–” He kisses you. “You can,” he says confidently.
You were the one positioning him, lowering onto him, taking a moment to rub the wide head of his cock back and forth between your already dripping folds.
He groaned at the feel of your warmth, his hips lifting slightly, pushing demandingly into you. He grabbed your hips firmly, pulling you down, spreading you wide open for him.
“Fuck, Yoongi,” Your eyelids grew heavy as you sank onto him, taking him inch by inch inside of you.
He lifted you slightly. You sighed, feeling his length glide out of you until he stopped right at the tip. He held you there, hovering for a few seconds then lowered you again, making you take more of him in. The veins in his neck stood out as he strained to maintain control.
You pushed up, then slid back down. Over and over. Working him deeper each time, until your ass sat atop his thighs. He was deliciously thick and long. You whimpered as he throbbed inside you.
Tilting your head, you kissed him, savoring the slow slide of his tongue against yours.
With your hands on his shoulders, you fucked him with rhythmic pumps of your hips. He was delectable and absolutely irresistible. The feel of his cock moving inside you. That low, rumble in his chest gave away how turned on he was. A sheen of sweat coated his chest and his forehead. The way his biceps and pectorals clenched when you dropped down and his cock pushed deep. You were shamelessly needy for it and couldn’t get enough.
“Mm–so fucking good,” he growled, making your walls clench at the compliment.
He put the pad of his thumb to his lips and ran his tongue across it in a slow, sensual lick, his eyes never leaving your face. Reaching between you, he rubbed your clit in hard, quick circles. His ministrations turned out to be too much–pushing you over the edge. You felt a scream building up but you also didn’t want to wake the whole cabin. You instinctively bury your face between the crook of his neck and shoulder before you came with a cry, your cunt milking his cock in euphoric ripples.
Not even a few seconds after the contractions slow, he springs into action and flips you on to your stomach.
With one hand at the small of your back, holding you down, he cupped your wet heat and rubbed, massaging your arousal all over you. He spread it around, coating you with it. Your hips circled, seeking that perfect bit of pressure to reach another orgasm.
The pounding in your clit and the needy clenching of your empty cunt was driving you mad. He pushed two fingers into you and your nails dug into layers of sheets. He finger-fucked you leisurely, sliding lazily in and out, keeping you on the edge.
“Yoongi, please,” you sobbed, the sensitive tissues inside you rippling greedily around his digits. You were coated in sweat, barely able to breathe.
His fingers pulled free and then his cock was pushed into you. Your pussy spasmed around him, sucking him deeper. You heard his breath catch in a muffled groan.
You mewled helplessly with the pleasure of it, your entire body shaking as he fucked you thoroughly, his cock rubbing and tugging at tender, hyperstimulated nerves. The pressure built and built, brewing like a storm.
“Oh, fuck, yesss,” you gasped, stretched tightly with anticipation.
Then he pulled out at the first grip of your core and left you hanging on the precipice again. Only to slip himself all the way back in, filling you, stroking rhythmically into your trembling core.
His thighs kept yours spread wide so he could sink deep. Over and over. The tempo of his thrusts were relentless.
You let out a sudden yelp when he gives your ass a good smack. Bending over you, he gasped in your ear, “Are you dicked-down enough yet? Hm?”
You had nothing left to fight with, barely able to whimper when he reaches under and rolled an aching nipple between his fingertips and slides down to your splayed legs. His hips began to lunge, his cock pumping upward into you as he pinched and swiped at the folds around your throbbing clit before rubbing the swollen bud.
You came again with a hoarse cry of his name, the sheets and mattress muffling your screams. Your entire body convulsing as the relief exploded through you. The orgasm lasted, what felt like forever and Yoongi was tireless, extending your pleasure with the perfect thrusts you’d craved for earlier.
You collapse onto the bed, panting and soaked with sweat. He pulls out of you carefully and turns you over with your back to the mattress. You were in a complete orgasmic daze–incapable of stopping him when he pushed your thighs apart and put his mouth on you. He tongued and suckled on your clit until you came again. And again.
Your back arched with each orgasm, your breath draining from your lungs. You lost track of how many times you climaxed after they began rolling into each other, cresting and waning like the tide.
Climbing over you with one knee on the mattress and the other leg extended to the floor, he pushes himself into you one more time. You shoved at him, “Wait–I don’t know if I can take any more…”
“I know, baby.” He slid into you, his eyes on your face as he pushed carefully through swollen tissues. “I’ll go slow,” He says soothingly.
Somehow, it occurred to you that he hadn’t cum yet. Hypersensitivity be damned, your hips moved of their own volition and met his thrusts.
“So good…can’t stop,” he says sighs. Like clockwork, you feel another orgasm slowly building up.
“I don’t think I can pull out–you feel too fucking good,” he moans as he drags his cock in and out of your cunt.
You didn’t want him to, either. “S’okay–implant,” you managed to assure him, referring to the contraceptive implant in your arm.
He rolled his hips, stirring his cock inside you, pulling you onto him until you gasped in pain at how deep he was. Your cunt clung to the base of his length, spread wide for him. He filled you to the brim and you loved every bit of it. Throwing his head back, he gasped and jerked inside you. He spurted hotly, groaning, his hips still thrusting, staying true to what he said…that he just couldn’t stop.
******
The next morning, you awoke with the sun peeking through the blinds. You roll onto your back as your eyes adjust to the natural light that starts to fill the room. Vague memories from last night also began to flood in.
Yoongi.
“Fuck,” you sit up abruptly, suddenly aware that you were naked under the covers. The door slowly opening startles you and you instinctively pull the blankets tight around your chest. He walks in with a big, piping hot cup of coffee. You accept it and mouth your ‘thanks’ before taking a sip. You hummed in appreciation while he sat on the mattress next to you.
“Didn’t think I’d ever get enough of hearing that sound,” he says as he shyly scratches the back of his head.
You smiled as your face started to heat up. You cleared your throat. “Uhm—did you…did you sleep here? I don’t remember.” Yes, the multiple orgasms practically rendered you comatose.
“Yeah,” he says slowly. “I managed to grab a towel from the bathroom across the hall after…for you–but then after that, I, uh…didn’t think I could walk back to the couch,” he laughed nervously, “So…I just knocked out. I hope you didn’t mind.”
“No, I didn’t.” Truthfully, you didn’t remember much but you vaguely recalled a warm body next to yours. You weren’t much for cuddling but it didn’t seem to bother you.
You both chuckled awkwardly. “Anyway, I woke up before everyone else and made breakfast. Thought you’d be hungry.”
“Oh.” That was nice of him. “Y-yeah…I just–need a minute to get changed.”
“Sure. Take your time,” he says casually before leaning in, intending to give you a peck on your cheek but you suddenly turn your head and he ends up landing on your lips instead.
Okay…this, you remember. His velvet tongue slips into your mouth, stroking yours in long, languid licks. He pulls away first–and you’re both breathless. Knowing full well that you were bare under the sheets, he’s fighting every instinct in him to rip the covers off you and fuck you senseless this morning.
“So…I’ll, uh, see you in a few minutes? Namjoon says he wants everyone to go on a hike later so you might need some fuel for that.”
You made a face. You weren’t much of an outdoors-y person but you also didn’t want to be the party pooper. “I guess, yeah.”
“Or,“ his finger brushes your bare shoulder. "I can tell him that we’re allergic to hikes and we can just chill in the jacuzzi out back. It’d be a shame not to put it to good use this weekend,” he says offhandedly.
You bit your lip at the sound of that.
You’ve reach the end! Thank you so much for reading!
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glimpse:shouldn’t this be the part where you tell him not to stay out too late?
alternatively, yoongi thinks you hate him because you don’t coddle him after a fight.
[ So Much Pining but they’re already in a relationship lol, some angst from a lil fight, yoongi likes being chased but u don’t indulge him this time, 10/10 wholesome ]
notes: a little something as i come back to writing <3 this is a new fic universe altogether and may be a slice of life series :O
as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!! even replying to this post sends me over the moon :)
pairing: taehyung x yoongi, taehyung x reader (f), yoongi x reader (f)
genre(s): angst, a bit of fluff
au(s): non-idol, university au, f2l
word count: 9.6k
rating: 18+
chapter summary: it’s a few months before you and taehyung meet at the gym when taehyung had confidence in himself. taehyung didn’t want to go to the party but when his best friend and roommate, jungkook, insisted and gave him two shots to start off his night, he goes. the night is spent a little too drunk until he finally starts to sober up and sees someone he wants to kiss. in the present you are spending your afternoon texting the cute barista, flirting and getting to know each other, when yoongi invites you over you’re expecting a fun and relaxed evening until a confession.
warnings: a lot of drinking, taehyung is VERY drunk, peer pressure, talk about miscommunication with consent, mentions of drunk sex/making out, yoongi is an asshole, LOTS of insecurities, parties, drugs (weed), taehyung gets angry with jungkook, tae feels humiliated, lots of time jumps, kissing, making out, someone has a hard time avoiding looking at breasts
author’s note: hellooooo!! i’m so excited for this chapter to be released. it took longer than i wanted mainly because i thought i had lost steam for it but then everything came rushing back and i couldn’t stop writing.
thank you for all the support for this. it means a lot to me. everything is about to get more complicated, more angsty, fluffy, and smutty!! so, welcome to the chaos!
thank you so much to the incredible @taetaesbaebaepsae who is an AMAZING beta!! and thank you to @introlxv for the banner!!!
the music could be heard as soon as he got out of the car. his head was already swimming with the alcohol that jungkook had poured down him to loosen him up for the party. it wasn’t that he didn’t like parties, he loved being around people, it was this night. something in him wasn’t in the mood to be around so many people he didn’t know. he wanted to stay at home and talk with all his friends, but instead jungkook insisted that he come with him so that he wasn’t alone on a friday night. tae didn’t know what was so special about a friday night that made everyone think they needed to celebrate the work week ending. most people he knew worked through the weekend, especially since they went to school during the week. there wasn’t anything special about any friday night and especially not this friday night.
Words cannot describe how much I love this series. The characters are so well written I feel like I know starstruck Taehyung and Yoongi. I also just love Kook in this, just being the bad influence friend who feels guilty when you get sick! It’s so realistic. Wonderful work, as always!
Tags:Angst, hurt/comfort, low-self esteem, themes of abandonment, betrayal, anger, anxiety, panic-attacks, brief implied suicidal thoughts (Tae) but it’s heavily implied, not the slowest of burns but it’s as slow as im willing to make it.
W/c:7.0k
A/n: It’s a little early but I hope you like it! alot of angst but the ending is worth it I promise! you guys finally meet the m/c! the next few chapters will show how yoongi and the m/c met and all that shit. PLEASE READ THE PROLOGUE BEFORE YOU READ THIS PART.
When he’d left to visit his familial pack (the pack he’d been born into) It was a sudden trip. One-day; Yoongi had given himself one extra day at home, the last day he’d get to love them before he’d left. It was all his anxiety would allow.
To his packmates it had felt a little like Yoongi was just distracted. Often they’d turn to ask him and found him anxiously looking down on his phone. In the morning he’d had to get on the first train and no one had thought anything of it- of course they were okay with him going. Of course Yoongi had to go for his family.
He’d left a heavily scented shirt for Jungkook to hold onto to make sure his seizures didn’t get too bad while he was gone. But the omega had his whole closet too and he wasn’t even going to be gone that long, right? his hovering and worrying was a little too much, right?
The best lies are one part lie and two parts truth. Yes, Yoongi’s grandfather was dying and telling them that didn’t feel like a lie. But on the other hand saying “I’ll be back in 2 weeks, maybe 3 at the most” tasted like acid on his tongue.
It’s not a lie when Yoongi looks at Jin and pouts, because even if he wants to cry as he drinks in his omega getting ready for work thinking it could be the last time he sees it, he can’t. Tears aren’t expected of him and It would give it all away.
“I’m gonna miss you.” Jin kisses the frown off of his lips.
Tags: Consumption of alcohol, drunk kisses, Jimin but gets handsy with the m/c, sexual touching, flirting, drunk sexual content, posessive behavior, yandere! Jimin, Don’t like don’t read, Jimin also has like- one sip of alchohol while he is the designated driver, but they are at the bar for 3+ hours
W/c:9.4k
A/n: Although i don’t think that what happens in the chapter is in any way un consensual- it definitely toes a line in what is considered modern consent theory. I don’t subscribe to the notion that one sip of alcohol takes away a persons agency- and the m/c is still very much verbally consenting to Jimin even though she has had a drink-and he hasn’t and Jimin is scent high so! She’s tipsy at best through the entirety of the chapter.
The Poem that is spoken before Tae’s poem is a snippet from Jasmine man’s poem ‘black girl, call home’ you should all follow her on twitter here! thank you to whatever anon recommended me her work!
The sun sets on your drive over, turning the rearview mirror every shade of yellow and red. The lights of the city twinkle in the distance and turn the sky a burning orange on the horizon. Jimin uses his horn liberally as he struggles to park but in the meantime, you transfer your few cards to the new wallet and put the wallet inside the bunny bag. Giving it a happy squeeze when everything is finally all in it’s place.
A group of people smokes outside the bar and If the smell draws Jimin at all he doesn’t show it, holding the door open for you and Tae. the interior of the bar is already crowded by the time you get in. You think you’re doomed to the standing room by the bar but then you see it: right by the door, a booth with one side to the windows
I’m leaving my thoughts on both chapter 32 and 33 here
(How terribly naive of your pack, to think that fate would spare you all its tricks). GHAD IM SCARED
Ooooooh that little hobi/mc crumb with his reaction to the dress made me go soft for them little crumbs like this already make my heart soaar. m/c and hobi’s development is prolly one of my fave parts of the story and little moments like that just makes the slow burn just burn a little warmer
WHEN MC TRIED THE DRESS ON IN FRONT OF THEM AND THEM JUST ADORING HER MADE ME SO SOFT
“Maybe she only knows how best to pull off the ruse because it fits her soul so poorly, every inch of it intentional.” THIS LINE IS JUST SO CLEVER TO ME I JUST SKNALSNFLEJD YOU WORDED IT SO WELL IT HURTS
THE FLIRTING AND THE TEASING PLLLSSS IT JUST MADE ME WANT TO TRY IT OUT ON SOMEONE AND MAKE THEM FLUSTERED AS HELL OR MAKE THEM WANT TO SPANK ME DAMNIT
TAE’S POEM! THE KISS! JUST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NO WORDS CAN EXPRESS HOW FOKEN BEAUTIFUL THAT MOMENT WAS PLEASE IM CRYING
AND THAT CLIFF HANGER! I felt something coming up AND NOW THAT ITS HERE IM LIKE “WAIT GO BAACK! TAKE ME BACK TO THE PACK FLUFF AGAIN I AIN’T READY ” HYEJIN I THOUGHT U WAS A REAL ONE DEMNIT and the fact that Jimin ain’t aware who tf he’s glaring daggers into MEANWHILE MOONBYUL KNOWS EXACTLY WHO HE IS HOMYLAWD
And Jinnie hooooolaaaaaaawwd i feeaaaaaar the next update
There’s so much more i want to say and sheet but the beest way i could express it would just be screaming and crying but really this chapter was *chef’s kiss* ✨
@geekynicki ahhhhhh i’m so sorry it took me so long to respond! i think in all of the excitement of the comeback this got lost in the shuffle.
ahhhhh i love the hobi parts too~ i can’t wait to give their part of the story some attention in future chapters too, it feels like it’s been a second since we touched on it but!!! soon i promise!!!
Ahhhhhh i know- it’s felt so horrible to write Tae presenting as a man because like thats not her~ thats not the happy tae tae mommy that we know!!! honestly it was one of the hardest parts of this chapter to write!
you me m/c - wanting to make jiminie flustered enough that he takes her over his lap and punishes her I SWEAR i cannot wait to write chapter 35 just cuz, jinnie spanking, just the jinnie spanking. i swear its all i can think about ughhhhhhhhhh, im an impatient bean~
as for the future well,,,, i’m in the middle of writing the next update and honestly, it feels like one of those videos where everything just /almost/ goes wrong- but don’t worry, the actual falling apart doesn’t happen until the very end! we’ve got alot more fluff to get through!
thank you so much for your lovely review of the story <3 i love reading everyones takes on it and i go back even like- months after and read it sometimes too~ it always helps me get motivation to write more!
