#like i feel when he saw yoongi he was like damn karma

[sugajimin]

Agust D  → D-2  → D-DAY

#yoongi #bts #agust d #userbangtan #btsgif #suga #min yoongi #btsedit #myedit #mygifs #it took me so many hours to plan and make this lmao #BUT I LOVVED IT #cant wait for the next mv bc it is obvious that yoongi saw someone at the end of the mv #and i think agust d stuck in a loop and he will murder his past self all the time dsakljsdkdj #idk why i think of that it just that when he pointed the gun at fbi agust d that guy smirked probably because he did the same to the #previous agust d who also smirked while going down the stairs before he ordered the others to kill him #like i feel when he saw yoongi he was like damn karma #dslkkdsad #the gifs are in no order of the mvs they are in order of color KINDAAA also i didnt add people pt2 for a reason i am lazy to type it here he

[jeonfiles]

once more to see you | kth 01

pairing: taehyung x reader ft. seokjin

genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love

synopsis: taehyung is the complete opposite of you, and you're so in love with him. he's not interested in you at all, but he's willing to pretend so he won't be known for breaking the sweetest girl in school's heart. he knows you'll end up hurt either way.

warnings: taehyung is an idiot, a lot of pining, y/n is annoyingly dependent on validation, y/n does a lot of silent prayers, y/n is a track star, childhood bsf seokjin (cute), mentions of deceased family member

music for this chap: she had the world , carry me out

a/n: taehyung will disappoint u in the beginning but hes cute i promise

"I get why you like him Y/N," Sohee swallowed the rest of her sandwich before finishing her sentence, "He's so hot. People say he's interested in you too, y'know?"

Sohee visibly tried to get food out from the back of her mouth using her tongue, and it made you chuckle at the sight. "I don't think he does." You sighed, resting your chin in your palm.

You were both situated at the table in the inner corner of the cafeteria, with a full view of who walks in the door, and sometimes you swore you could see Sohee drool when attractive guys walked in that exact door.

"Hello, of course, he does! Even his friend Jimin told Kang Seulgi from Class 1, who told Go Euntaek in class 3, who eventually told his girlfriend Baek Ho-rang who ran to me to tell me the great news." Sohee gasped for air after rambling, and you rolled your eyes,

"Stories change when that many links contribute." You scoffed, sitting back in your chair and reaching for your juice box on the table, taking a huge slurp, which you knew would annoy Sohee.

"You don't believe me? Guess we gotta ask a link closer to the source then." Sohee stood up from her chair, and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Park Jimin, get your ass over here will ya?" She nearly shouted across the cafeteria, and now all looks were pointed at you two, and you felt the urge to just slip down the cracks of the floor tiles and hide there forever grow stronger for each nanosecond.

You sunk further down on your tacky, orange chair, but you could still see Jimin's black locks sway a little over the crowd as he walked over to the table you were sitting at.

"What's up sugar?" Jimin smirked at Sohee, and Sohee didn't even budge, and you had no idea how she did it. He was stupidly attractive and could make any girl drop her pants with a comment like that.

"Jimin my dearest, a little birdie told me that Taehyung likes my sweet Y/N, could you confirm?" She batted her long lashes and smiled prettily at Jimin.

He looked to the left, sucked his teeth, and said, "I can't, I'm sorry." You realized you had grown a little too hopeful, and your heart sunk quite a bit when he spoke.

"Does he think I'm pretty at least?" You spoke up, eyes shining when you looked up towards the standing Jimin, the harsh lights in the cafeteria reflecting in them.

"He hasn't mentioned you much, to be quite honest." He shrugged, walking back to his table, where Taehyung and the rest of his friends sat.

Your heart thumped when he met your eyes, and you looked away in panic. The rest of lunch was just Sohee apologizing and you avoiding eye contact with any of the students at the nearby tables.

Jimin mentioned you and Sohee's name several times, he was a loud speaker, and you were so scared of what he was saying you could probably die right then and there.

Saved by the bell, you picked up your stuff and got ready to start running to your classroom, praying you wouldn't meet any of Taehyung's friends, and especially not Taehyung as you ran Usain Bolt style.

You looked down while running, not thinking twice about leaving your best friend behind, you suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. This was surely not one of your glory days.

When you looked up, you wanted to cry. It was none other than Kim Taehyung, and he didn't look pleased. You gathered your things and muttered "Sorry." under your breath probably about 10 times, and he just watched, disappointingly.

"You're a klutz. Why were you running?" He spoke, and your knees turned into jelly when you tried to stand up, you nearly fell and dropped all your stuff again, but he caught you by the arm, straightening you up like it was nothing.

"Uh... Uhm... Err..." you mumbled, and he rolled his eyes, and not in a joking manner. "Fuck that, why are you going around telling people I like you?"

Your breath hitched, and he stared at you coldly. "I didn't! Gosh, my friend Sohee told me someone had told her that you liked me, and- uh... We asked Jimin, and-" He put his hand over your mouth, making you shut up.

"I don't want you two to go around making up baseless rumors about me, it's incredibly annoying for me to go around correcting people who assume shit just because your little friend speaks louder than a bunch of hyenas at a tea party." Taehyung nearly spat, and you took a step back.

You noticed that people were listening in, their stares burning holes in your back. He was livid, and you didn't understand why, you just smiled, praying to god that this would end soon.

"I just thought you liked me-" You began, and he interrupted you, "You thought I was gonna like someone like you? Get over yourself and enter the real world."

The hallway went silent, your lips trembled as hot tears raced down your face, and like the track star you were, you fled the scene and passed the finish line into the bathrooms.

You stayed till the school day ended, not knowing what was unraveling outside the four walls of the stall.

Sohee 💜: 01:12 pm

Y/N, where are you? i heard what happened :( i hate taehyung im gonna chop his sausage off

Sohee 💜: 01:38 pm

taehyung is fighting w doyoung because doyoung decided to defend you this is hilarious

but fr where are you

Sohee 💜: 01:57 pm

doyoung gave taehyung a black eye damn

doyo is on the verge of tears when taehyung said you liked him and not doyo

taehyung cant not have feelings for you like there must be smth deeper going on

Sohee 💜: 03:39 pm

class just ended i'll wait out back

Sohee always knew when to leave you alone, so she did, partially. You usually shut off your phone when you're upset, but she still sends you texts to update you whenever you turn it back on.

This time, it was quite dramatic, and you rushed out of the icky stall and ran (again) to reach Sohee to get the full story, and as you expected, it was interesting.

"Basically, Doyoung punched Taehyung and Taehyung was a little too OP, so he failed to initiate a fight, so it just turned into Taehyung being an ass to Doyoung for defending you." She shrugged, adjusting the straps of her leather backpack as you walked home.

"Taehyung's rep is so tainted right now, I don't know how he's gonna fix this my dear Y/N, so I guess he got his karma. He's an idiot and I'm glad other people are starting to see."

You nodded yes, pushing out a fake chuckle, while silently you prayed that everything would soon be back to normal and that Taehyung would forgive you for the mess you caused.

Being in love with Taehyung for a year had taken a toll on you, and your best friend since freshman year had noticed too. You were different.

You used to be so independent and optimistic, but now you would strive for validation, and you had turned into one of the most insecure people Sohee had ever met.

Sohee tried to pull you away from him, but to her demise, it only got worse when you tried to meet other guys. She figured that the only way for you to disconnect from him was if you had your go with him, or if he treated you like a complete idiot.

You waved goodbye to Sohee as you entered your house, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself down on the couch. You wanted to scream, but you saw your brother's and another guy's shoes in your hallway, so you kept it inside.

After having watched an episode of Seinfeld, you could hear the floorboards creak, and your gaze found its way to the hallway, where your brother, Yoongi stood, peeking out from his door.

"Ah, Y/N, you're the one who's home?" He smiled brightly, eyes turning into small crescents, which made you awe at the sight.

"Yuppers." You said and sat back again, pressing play to start the next episode. "Who's your guest?" And as you uttered your last word, another head peeked out from the door, and you couldn't help but feel the happiness brew inside you.

It was Kim Seokjin in all his glory, and this time, he looked even hotter. It had been about two years since you last saw him because he moved to Germany to study medicine.

Seokjin had been your neighbor since you were born, and you pretty much grew up with two older brothers who always took care of you.

No one dared to mess with you, because Seokjin and Yoongi always got to them first. That way, you grew up without a care in the world, protected from all evil.

You had no idea when you fell in love with him. It was somewhere during puberty, where your interest in Brad Pitt and Kim Soohyun from Dream High had grown stronger.

You remember Seokjin was scouted for modeling, acting, and even idol groups all through your childhood. He did a few ads, photoshoots, a popular teenage drama called Double Trouble, and even managed to get his own Wikipedia page.

There was no doubt that Seokjin was an attractive man, and in the two years he had been gone, his face fat was completely gone, and he had defined cheekbones, a slimmer and tighter figure, and you thought he couldn't be any more perfect.

"None other than God himself," Seokjin said smugly, opening his arms to greet you with a hug, and you threw your blanket you were covered into the side as you bolted into Seokjin's arms, legs wrapped around his waist.

He slowly put you down so your feet touched the parquet, and you felt a kind of euphoria as he smiled at you again, the same smile he had flashed you as long as you could remember.

Everything about Seokjin had matured and changed, but his smile remained the same. "What are you doing back?" You sniffled, holding back the happy tears that were forming in your eyes.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Germany, but it's a little bland. I miss ahjumnas complimenting me on the subway and the bomb ass food here in SK." Seokjin grinned as he wiped a tear that fell down your face.

Yoongi was leaning against the door frame, smiling at the grand reunion. You knew he liked seeing you two together, and you had a small suspicion about him shipping you guys.

"Please don't ever leave again." You gripped onto his shirt, digging your face down in his chest, and he said, "I swear to god if you're wearing makeup right now-"

You laughed as you pushed him away, placing your hands below your chin and batting your eyelashes dramatically, "I'm all-natural."

"Naturally pretty." Seokjin leaned forward and whispered in your ear, and your heart did a little somersault.

Seokjin's always been a charmer.

You woke up in your room, pink sheets draped over your half-naked body as tons of messages poured in on your phone, vibrating so much it nearly fell off the edge of your nightstand.

You grab it while rubbing your eyes, and you're shocked to see the messages that had exploded on your lock screen.

Unknown: 08:39 am

Hey, it's Kim Taehyung.

Look, I'm sorry for the shit I said to you and I would love to make it up to you in some kind of way.

Maybe I could take you out?

I get it if you don't want to, but I heard you were interested in me so...

What kinda food do you like? Activities, hobbies?

I really wanna make this right :)

You: 08:43 am

oh hey! I'd love to, you kinda owe me one. if it's your treat, I suppose we could get some sushi and boba...

btw I don't like u like that

Contact made, saved as "taehyung <3" at 08:44 am

taehyung <3: 08:47 am

Okay. Meet me at Nori Table at 6 pm. Don't make me wait.

Your heart was palpitating, and when you pressed your phone up to your chest, you could feel your body heat up from your scalp to your toes.

Maybe Kim Taehyung had no interest in you right now, but he sure would after tonight. You were gonna make him love you, soon enough,

Running to the shower a few hours of Seinfeld later, you scrubbed with all your might with your newest strawberry scrub, did your makeup, curled your hair, and sat down on the couch, outfit draped over the armrest of the chair.

It was an hour till you were leaving, so for the time being you sat with hair rollers in your hair, dressed in pink sweats. Seokjin and Yoongi had been awake all night, you had heard them laugh and play Mario Cart all night, it reminded you of old times.

Old times where you went to bed crying because Yoongi and Seokjin's bedtime was later than yours at sleepovers. Thinking back, your parents made a pretty rational decision, but you resented them for it.

When Seokjin left for school in Germany, during your Sophomore year you cried again. You thought it was so unfair that you had to be two years younger, why couldn't you come with him?

You were painfully in love with him, and you had been probably since you were. A few months after he moved, your feelings faded. You were love-free, only to fall stupidly in love again with Taehyung just a year later.

You were forced to snap out of your train of thought because you heard the floorboards creak again. When you looked over at the dark hallway, you saw a tired, yet familiar face smile at you.

Seokjin looked quite disoriented, hair ruffled and eyes puffy, yet he looked like a Greek god. Sculpted to perfection, he smiled at you like he did yesterday and all the times before.

"Morning." He grunted out, his morning voice prominent. You chuckled when you looked at the time, feeling kind of bad for Seokjin who had slept away the majority of his day, which you knew he didn't like.

"It's 5 pm, cutie. Mom said you guys could order takeout, cause she's working late." You stood up, and Seokjin gave you a good look up and down, and then diverted his gaze to the lavender ruffle skirt and white long-sleeve blouse you had neatly hung over the armchair.

"What's the occasion?" He nodded over at the clothes and then your hair rollers and full-face makeup-covered face. He threw a few walnuts from the little bowl on the coffee table into his mouth.

"It's none of your business, but I have a date tonight," you said smugly, and a walnut flew out of Seokjin's mouth in shock.

"A date? Like a real one?" He frantically asked, and you nodded as you walked away with your outfit in hand.

You came back out minutes later, and Seokjin had to hold his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop to the floor. You had matured so well, a white blouse adorning your waist, and the lavender skirt hugged your curves nicely.

You had decorated your neck and ears with golden jewelry, and you had a pair of Air forces dangling from your left hand. You were beautiful, hair let free from the hair rollers, curls swaying as you did a twirl.

"It's alright, I guess." He pretended not to care, and your proud grin morphed into a frown pretty quickly, and he noticed.

He stood up and walked towards you, standing very close. His tall figure was hovering over you. Seokjin leaned forward towards your ear, not whispering this time,

"You're gorgeous." He pushed your curls behind your shoulder, adjusting your golden necklace as he returned to Yoongi's bedroom.

You were screwed.

The time on your phone showed 6:06 pm. You recall him saying ‘don’t be late’. What a hypocrite. It had started to pour down, so you were squeezed up against the brick wall of the restaurant so the ledge above you would shield you from the rain.

You were shaking from the cold, legs exposed because of your skirt. Sighing deeply, you reached down into your purse to text Taehyung, but when you looked up, you saw him running over to you.

He was holding a bouquet of pink delphinium and peonies. You’d always been interested in flowers, and this small gesture made you all fuzzy inside.

“I apologize for my late arrival m’lady. The flower shop was about to close down for the day, and I had to beg the cashier to let me in, promising to buy a huge bouquet if she did.” He smiled as he stood in front of you.

“No worries sir, I haven’t been waiting for long.” You chuckled, as you accepted the bouquet. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, and he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside.”

This was a side of Taehyung you had barely seen before, caring and warm. This was also the side of him that initially made you fall for him.

The memories of him reading stories for children at the hospital was heartwarming. Whenever you went to visit your brother, who has now passed, you would see him read stories for all the unlucky kids.

Your brother, who was only 7 years old talked about Taehyung like a superhero, and it seemed as if Taehyung’s stories were the highlight of his days at the hospital.

Daejung wasn’t a kid you would pity. In his last months in the hospital he never once cried. You believed that Taehyung was a big part of the reason.

That’s why you fell in love with him. He hadn’t been a superhero in the form of saving lives, but he definitely made a whole lot of sick kids happier.

How could you ever repay him?

Taehyung rested a hand on your shoulder and lead you inside the door, and there stood a beautiful tall woman, black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips.

She was beautiful. You looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, and he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. His eyes met yours, and you could’ve sword the whole world stopped.

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and it kicked you right back into reality. It was the pretty woman speaking, an even prettier voice to match her.

“Do you have a reservation?” She questioned, smiling so genuinely from ear to ear. “Yes. It’s on Kim.” Taehyung spoke so confidently.

“Ah, for two. I’ll be your server tonight.” She waved for you to follow her, and before she turned around, you saw her name tag.

Bae Eunmi. A pretty name for a pretty person. Of course, she had to be pretty. Your confidence sunk even lower, and your insecurities grew.

“I’m not interested in her, by the way. I’ve talked to her before. She’s all beauty and no brains. Not for me.” Taehyung whispered into your ear, possibly to reassure you.

You sat down at the table and ordered a huge plate of different types of sushi, maki, nigiri, uramaki, and even sashimi.

This restaurant was fancy, nearly too fancy for your liking. It was huge and flashy, and it made you doubt your outfit choice completely.

The restaurant fell silent since there weren’t many guests here this early. The silence wasn’t awkward between you guys. It was just, too silent, and you decided to break it.

“Do you still write stories?” Taehyung’s face froze. How did you know about the stories he wrote? Had you been stalking him? Was this when everyone would find out how weak he truly is?

“How did you find out... About them?” He asked hesitantly, fidgeting with a small woven basket with bread placed on your table.

“When sun and moon met, moon felt bad. When the moon was alone at night, he cried, because he wanted to shine just like the sun.” You quote his story word by word, it was your favorite paragraph.

He looked at you with a confused look and his eyes told you that he wondered why you knew the story so well.

Before he could speak up, you said, “My brother's name was Daejung. He looked up to you and constantly told me about how he wanted to be like you when he grew up.” You placed your hands on top of his over the table.

Taehyung was speechless. He sat there, body completely frozen as he processed what you just said. The little boy he had mourned for many months was the same flesh and blood as you.

“Daejung told me how he wanted me to marry you because he thought no one else deserved me.” Letting go of his hands, he continued sitting completely still.

First, he felt disappointed in himself. Disappointed of the way he had treated you, how sad Daejung would be if he knew.

Second, he could see him in your traits. Your button nose matched his completely, and your eyes sparkled just the way his eyes did.

Third, he realized he had to take care of you. Fall in love with you, for Daejung. Taehyung had promised the little boy to take care of his friends and family when he has at his worst.

His expression completely changed. It softened, and his eyes looked at you like you were godsent. He believed you were too. It was fate.

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a/n: u guys know the angst isn't over lol u guys r never gonna see the light at the end of the tunnel ! this chapter was originally a bit longer but i have to test the waters and seeing how u guys like it !! pls reblog <3

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[lilallama]

You know that prank in TikTok (it’s kind of old now) where people casually say “I think you could’ve been nicer to me today” ? How would cooking club react individually if y/n said that to them?

He was walking you home from school in silence. He thought of it as comfortable, while you were waiting for the right moment to try that trend you saw on Tiktok. You pulled out your phone and unbeknownst to your friend, took a video.

"I think you could've been nicer to me today."

Hoseok

As soon as Hoseok processed what you had just said, he looked confused. "What do you mean?" After thinking for a moment while you had to hold in your laughter, he stopped in his tracks.

"Was it because I didn't buy you pizza? When you said you were hungry for Pizza during lunch break? I can order you some now, if you want." He was completely serious but didn't seem too stressed about it. "No, no. I'm a little disappointed. I thought you would've known about the trend."

"What kind of 'trend' is that?"

Seokjin

He stopped dead in his tracks and dramatically faced you. His hand over his mouth he gasped. "Prince/Princess... hiw could you say that? I try to make you feel like a Prince/Princess every single day! To see you not realising that..." O- and he's crying. Drama Queen.

"Hey- Jinnie, I'm sorry. It was just meant to be a funny trend! I just wanted to see your reaction, you drama llama." He sniffed before completely changing his facial expression.

"Oh! Well why didn't you say so? Silly Y/n, do you know how much that hurt me-"

Yoongi

He felt his heart drop as you said that. Yoongi knows he can be very quiet and awkward, some people misinterpret it as him being rude. Originally he had hoped you wouldn't see it that way, but you seemingly did. "Oh..." His voice was quiet, and a bit shaky. "I'm sorry. I'll do better tomorrow, Y/n. I promise."

You couldn't anymore. "Awe! I could just chomp you right up!" He was beyond confused. "Don't worry, you precious bean. You're always super nice to me. It was just a tiktok trend I wanyed to try."

"Oh-oh! Well... that's embarrassing."

Namjoon

Namjoon tried his best to not let his true emotions show. What you said worried him. Has he not been a good enough friend? Would you now not consider him a suitable partner? Has he failed you? Oh, that thought hurt. "I'm very sorry. How can I make it up to you, dear? If you want anything, I can get it for you." You pondered for a moment if you should use this oppurtunity and play along, get that new [Insert Desired Item] you wanted, or not. But you didn't want bad karma so..

"I was just kidding, Joon. Haven't you been on Tiktok lately?" The look he gave you explained everything. "Never mind. But you can still get me some [Insert Desired Item] if you want." That somehow cheered him up.

"Oh, of course! Anything for you"

Jimin

Actually, forget what I said earlier. He wasn't quiet, not at all. He was spitting random shit like a waterfall during rain fall. You managed to quickly squeeze that sentence in when he stoped for a second to catch some air. "Anyway, like I sai- wait what?" He was shocked and confused for a second. Slowly he looked up, his lip started quivering and his eyes watered. Oh fuck.

"I- I- I-" he then started bawling his eyes out and threw himself at you. "I'M SORRY! Y/NIE I DIDN'T MEAN TO! IT WAS JEONGYEON'S FAULT, I SWEAR!" "Jimin- JIMIN! I was just kidding!" He slowly looked up. "So you're not mad at me?" "Depends on what was allegedly Jeongyeon's fault. But not right now."

"Oh... well it wasn't that important anyway hahah-"

Taehyung

...You fucked up. That's all I can say.

Jeongguk

"...Wait. Like actually or are you doing that trend you told me about?" You groaned. "Damn it! Why did I- wait I didn't tell you about it.

Awkward silence.

"Anyway-"

#yandere bts #cooking club #yandere jimin #yandere taehyung #yandere jungkook #yandere v #yandere namjoon #yandere rm #yandere hoseok #yandere jhope #yandere suga #yandere yoongi #yandere jin

[hobiheavenly]

Karma’s Cravings pt.4 (MYG)

✧ Min Yoongi x Reader

✧ Multichapter, Coffee Shop AU, E2L

✧ Warnings: multiple orgasms, cunnilingus (female receiving), penetration, slight dirty talk, spanking, creampie

✧ Word Count: 5k

✧ Summary: Your life is going idyllically with your business with the exception of having to work with Min Yoongi who disapproves of your comercial tactics. but when one day a medium tells you he is to be the love of your life you are quick to shut her down but running away from fate can come with cause consequences.

✧ A/N: I AM INCREDIBLY SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE!! I wasn’t really feeling very well and my life has been a constant mess. every time I wangted to write word wouldnt come out. And truly i rather write something that makes me happy rather than something half assed, you all deserve better than that. So finally after a long time i give you the maybe last chapter of the story.

Story Masterlist | Previous Chapter

The smell of a fresh batch of cookies flooded the store on that crisp Friday morning. You had given the new name Yoongi had christened them and were now a hit! After “the incident” (by incident you mean the night Yoongi had fucked you real good on your countertop), the week was a series of successful and unfortunate events. 

Successful on the count that everything was selling well. Business was booming as usual and you and Seokjin had your hands full with the store. To the point that you had to increase the staff and add more people.

Unfortunate on the count that you just couldn't take off your mind that Valentines Day night where you had fucked one and only person you had swore never to have feelings for, Min Yoongi.

Every night was a restless night, with hot vivid images that just wouldn’t let you sleep. You remembered that night for the rest of the week and was now menacing to leave you sleepless. Every time you close your eyes, those images came rolling back and you just couldn't take them away. The hot breaths, the moans, every kiss and movement etched into your mind. But you didn't just think about the actions of that night, you also imagined Yoongi in different ways. Different situations. Different kisses. Different positions that just made your legs weak just thinking about it.

When you came to work that Monday, Yoongi passed by the store as if you were just invisible. The nerve of that guy! How in the world can he act so cool and calm while you desperately wanted to throw yourself to his arms? Every time you saw him, you just wanted to have the feeling of his lips on top of yours and repeat the experience. But maybe this was for the best. An affair with someone he has a contract with could be risky and prejudicially wrong. "BUT STILL!" You thought while taking the freshly baked cookies out of the oven "The least he can do is send me some flowers, a note, or something like that! Comes to show you! Men are complete idiots!"

“Seokjin, I’m taking my break!” You announced to your business partner who was busy teaching one of the new hires, a cute college guy called Park Jimin, how to work the French press coffee machine.

“Will you actually take a break or are going to coop yourself up in the office?” Seokjin raised an eyebrow.

“I do what I want, dad!” You yell from your office door.

“Well sorry Ms. Independent” your friend joked around pulling air quotes at the nickname he was pulling at you, “Miss Self Sufficient!”

“How about you keep your distance...from my life!”

“Nope, see you ruined the joke! Now it doesn’t go well” you roll your eyes as you entered your office, Seokjin following behind so he could continue pestering you. There are days where you truly ask yourself how is it you became friends with him but you knew deep down you loved the man like your brother. He was the one who encouraged your endeavors and even gave you the courage to stand up to your parents. It’s true you loved the guy, but days like this you wish he would mind his beeswax! “Okay ____, you got something going on, there’s a glint in your eyes! A certain mischievous glint…You got fucked didn’t you?” Madame Karma ain’t got nothing on Kim Seokjin’s ability of deduction. You drop your jaw in surprise not a word coming out. “Your skin looks brighter and replenished. I know I have those moments when my man and I…”

“Seokjin as much as I love to hear your sexcapades with Namjoon...I really don’t. So get to the point and tell me what you want”

Your friend throws a disgusted face and, ever the dramatically diva he always was, he scoffed, “Okay first of all YOU WISH YOU GOT DICK THAT GOOD! Second, I just wanna know what’s going on with you. Who’s the lucky asshole that got to swim in your waters? You haven’t to give me the juicy deets and that is a sin!”

“Oh you wouldn’t believe me if I tell you so we can just leave the conversation there” You go to your desk waiting for your computer to reboot. A normal person wouldn’t pry, a normal person would respect your boundaries and the walls you clearly held up high and stop, but not Seokjin. Once curiosity got the best of him he was stuck to the idea till it was out.

“All right I’ll tell you...but this conversation doesn’t leave the room!” You know you’re asking too much. Seokjin was always a blabber mouth and by this afternoon, nay, by the minute the words escaped your mouth he would tell Namjoon about it someway or some how. But at this point, your emotions were so pent up that you didn’t really give a damn. “It’s Min Yoongi”

“YOU HAD SEX WITH THE EVIL DWARF!?” Your friends eyes open like dinner plates as you shush his screeching voice.

“I SWEAR TO G O D SEOKJIN!! Please shut the fuck up before I swat you with a baking pan”

“But you hate him! You said yourself the informal clone master has too much hate and evil inside to even know what true feelings!” You tell him all the story of what had transpired the night of the party his eyes looking more and more surprised at each detail. “By god… he dicked you good didn’t he?”

“As much as I hate to admit it, yes! Best sex I’ve had in a long time. But the idiot hasn’t even texted me or stopped by or even given me eye contact and avoids me like a freaking plague! As if that were any help to my self esteem!”

Seokjin paced himself around the room, the sheer amount of disbelief looking at you every so often as if you were an alien. He would open his mouth to try to make a snarky remark but he was just speechless.

The slam of your hand awakens him from his state of confusion. “Can you stop!? I had sex with Yoongi, but it was just a one time thing and it’s not like we are escaping to the sunset. They guy is sort of hot and we got some steam out. That’s it. Nothing else will happen after that”

Suddenly, your computer dings alerting you of an email you just received. Different people liked to send orders of the cookies they wanted so through email so you had developed one as well as numerous social media accounts (trying to get with the times meant being available everywhere the millennial mind could think of). You saw one email that made YOUR eyes wide open like plates this time. There was an email from Yoongi!

"Meet me at my office after work" was all the message said.

Seokjin came up behind you and saw the email. His imminent cattish smirk really made you question whether it was right to swat his face. God knows you love your friends but they just loved being in your business more than they should. “A man of words I see” He snorts.

You grew angry and impatient. More impatient than anything. "No hello? No how are you? This guy has as much sensibility as a cucumber!" You thought angrily.

But as angry as it felt you couldn’t deny that you would be willing to repeat the experience. As much as you know it was a bad idea, your body had been yearning to feel him again and the sheer thought of the memory of the events made your body turn into fire automatically.

Even still, you had to be real with yourself. You had been the one who pulled away from him. Was he even interested in being with you after that? How would that even work? Did you kill off any sparkle of hope by him pushing away? A thousand thoughts running in your mind that you were bound to short circuit at any moment. Seokjin saw this and immediately interjected.

“What are you still doing here? Get yourself some dick!”

“Okay you need to stop. He wrote to my business email so if I were to make any guesses he must be wanting to talk about the sales of the month or scold me about the mannequins or the name of the cookies. He’s just that serious about his job I doubt that he would want anything past that”

You kept telling yourself that as a preservation method. Denial made it easier to overcome the situation, knowing you didn’t stand much of a chance made it easier to come to terms with the reality. You just needed to think of him as the grouchy boss he has always been.

Your best friend looked at you with a total amount of disbelief but choose to leave the topic for your own peace. The moment he walked away from the room you knew he was bound to tell his boyfriend the fresh gossip, but you felt assured knowing well that Namjoon would probably tell Seokjin to leave you be. But knowing Seokjin you knew that even when his boyfriend shot him down he would still tell someone else.

After work you went to Yoongi’s office and as usual he was the last one there. It was a little late but you knew that it didn't matter to this "Informal Clone". If this would have been 2 weeks ago you would scoff at him and be annoyed at the thought of having to be in front of him at all. Now the situation has changed. The emotions had changed. You mentally scolded yourself for being nervous. This was still Min Yoongi, the man who would scowl 75% of the time and yell at you for not abiding to his orders. Nothing has changed. Right?

You walked inside his office and there he was, all formal in his usual suit and tie looking at papers on his desk shifting his  gaze to his laptop at certain moments. “Close the door behind you” Yoongi said without even looking at you. You didn’t think much into it so you did as you were told. As you turn around, Yoongi closed his laptop and looked directly at you. The dark chocolate eyes sending a gaze that spread chills all over your body.

“You wanted to see me?” You said, your voice begrudgingly nervous.

“Listen, we need to discuss some personal things. But first I’d like to know how your week has been?”

The sudden odd question threw you out of balance. It was odd of him to make small talk, he was known to hate that type of thing. “Well I have been very busy with work but somehow I get the feeling that something is wrong.”

“How is that so?” He pulls himself forward demonstrating his full interest and attention. 

“Well first of all the stove has been giving me problems. And that Stove is brand new! The washing machine broke down and I can't get a new one. I lost the key to my house,...And I have been having these weird dreams...”

"About you and they wont let me sleep!" You thought.

“Well I had a worse week” Yoongi got up and started to walk to you “My home computer broke down and I had a bunch of documents there, I lost my key too, the neighbor's dog doesn't let me sleep, some kid must have left a red crayon on the washing machine of the store cause now I have pink underwear!”

The last comment made you chuckle. Somehow the idea of Yoongi in pink underwear sounded cute but your mind was quick to transform cute into sexual. You brushed away the thoughts keeping a serious face the entire time. “Well at least you didn't have weird dreams” you tried to smile, although very weakly. The look on his eyes looked deadly, like he wanted to eat you alive and you were just a poor little fawn about to be eaten by the bad wolf.

“Oh I had dreams alright, but they weren't weird at all” Yoongi was standing right in front of you at this point, caging you in behind the door, when he added speaking close to your ear in a hushed deep voice  “More like Erotic.”

His deep masculine voice did nothing to calm your already excited mind. You felt a shiver run through your spine as Yoongi grabbed your chin and looked at you deeply into eyes, his deep brown eyes filled with a dark mixture that looked like melted chocolate fondue. The simple contact of his hand on your skin made all the images flood back to your mind.

“And do you want to know the star of my dreams?” he asked her seductively.

“Kim HyunA?”

Yoongi made a tsk sound and got closer to your face, almost hovering above you ask he whispered “You”

“I think that makes two of us” you admitted, “you were a 18th century pirate”

“And I took you on my ship”

“Because you kidnapped me” the oxygen was leaving your lungs at an alarming rate. The overwhelming feeling of excitement and anticipation making you audibly gulp.

“I cut your dress with my knife”

“I had nothing else to wear”

“And I made love to you”

“Every time you could”

“Which was all the time. Till we were left with no more energy” Yoongi was dangerously close. You needed space to think, but everything about his was intoxicating “I think this means something”

“What do you mean?” Your brain was a mess at this point. No coherent thought ran through your mind. Your instinct was telling you to run, your libido was telling you to stay and repeat what apparently both of you have been yearning. But your brain was stuck, couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, you waited for Yoongi to speak once more.

“You have been having bad luck and so have I, we both have been facing these dreams. I think what Madame Karma said was right”

“But I thought you said you didn't believe in curses” you looked at him in a deep state of confusion. 

“But these dreams must mean something” 

“Yoongi, they are just dreams!”

“Very great dreams” He gave her a very sexy smile. Oh how you hated his ability to melt you with his smile! Why were you like this?

“I won't say they weren't! We both know they were! What I'm trying to say is that let’s not get carried away. I mean, you and I are completely different. How can I know that a relationship with you is good? You're an Informal Clone for heaven's sake!”

“What's that?” he looked puzzled at his quirky nickname making you remember that you had actually been calling him that nickname behind his back for years.

“Informal Clone is what I call all those business men that come into my shop and are always self absorbed, so serious, and stuck on their own work! Every time I see you, you are always wearing a suit and you never even take a break from your work. Live life, man! I think you are such a workaholic that you don't even look at the simple things”

“So that's what you think of me” Yoongi’s face was indecipherable looked down and suddenly looked up “what if I can prove to you that I am not such an Informal Clone like you think I am.”

“Yoongi, you are one! I bet you don't even know how my eyes look!” You closed them in that second trying to get him to decipher that on his own.

“You have huge eyes like two big crystals that shine like the sky in a hot spring day after a great storm” He said softly.

Your eyes opened widely and looked at him with complete sock. It was surprising to witness him make those types of commentaries about you in general let alone your eyes.

“You seem surprised” Yoongi said, a proud smirk appeared on his face demonstrating his happiness over your reaction.

“Yes, well, I never thought you had actually looked into my eyes”

“I told you I wasn't all "Informal Clone"! Listen I know that you and I have had our differences. And I seriously thought this through many times thinking of other ways to go about this, but let's say that this so called "curse" is true. It wouldn't hurt us to see if this curse is real or not. Think of it as a trial run if you will”

“So you are proposing me to have a relationship to see if this curse is real? You mean as a couple?”

“Well of course we will do the things couples do” Yoongi got closer to you and graced the skin of your neck with his nose “like kissing, touching…and of course...there's the sex”

“I suppose I should accept. This won’t harm us more than what we already are.”

“So what do you say?”

“I agree. And we can start right away. And by right away, I mean I need to fuck you right away” you smiled seductively as he soon got closer to your lips.

“As you wish” Yoongi whispered as he took possession of you lips. The moment you felt him on you it’s like a curse had been lifted, like you were dying of thirst and Yoongi was the elixir to take away your pains. When you had traced this idea in your head during one of the many sleepless nights you had, you had expected a sweet kiss, something along the more romantic lines. What you got instead was hunger, a kiss so passionate it took your breath away. It was needy, it was fire, it was desperate and more than anything it was reassuring.

Reassuring in the way that it establishes a point in your mind. As he kissed you passionately, Yoongi was making sure that you knew, that you were able to feel, that those sweet lips of yours belonged to him now. And he wasn’t one to let them get away a second time. You wrapped your arms around the office man’s neck pressing your body against him and throwing your head back to deepen your long kiss. Your fingers go through his hair so eager to feel his blonde whitish hair between them.

Your full back was now pushed to the door, your body feeling the delicious and light pressure Yoongi’s body on yours. Rapidly, the both of you took of your clothes with a quick pace it almost seemed they were on fire.

“You don't know how long I have wanted this. It was pure torture to see you every day and not go and kiss you and feel your delicious creamy body in my hands ” Yoongi kissed every centimeter of your skin as he pushed your bra aside, “you taste so sweet, like sugar.”

“It’s all yours for the taking. And by the way that makes two of us” you pushed yourself against him so he could have more access to your full breasts. He succled them tenderly even when deep inside Yoongi only wanted to ravish them. But he was a patient man. He didn’t want things to be rushed for you, even when the ever growing erection in his pants seemed to contradict his thoughts. His tongue brushed against your nipple as one hand teased the other breast while his free hand was working on how to take off your pants.

You never seemed to have a fixation for having someone suck off your breasts but good lord if his tongue didn’t work wonders on you. He didn’t suck too tightly, just enough to send waves of pleasure that created a pool in your already moistened panties.

Yoongi’s focus on your tits didn’t last long, his tongue going further down on your body slithering like a snake. He knelt down in front of you and swiftly pulled your pants and underwear down exposing your very wet cunt.

“Look how messy you are for me, I truly missed your taste” Yoongi takes one of your legs and puts it over his shoulder while leaving little kitty licks on your thigh, “and lucky for you… I’m very hungry”

His tongue lashed against your entrance every lick producing a moan to escape from your lips. Every grace producing a tremble in your core that spread to every inch of your body. The sensations his tongue produced as he traced circles and flicked on your clit had you trembling almost losing your balance. This didn’t stop Yoongi, if anything it incentivized him to continue till he drove you wild. He held you firmly with his hands and continued the sinful tasting of your pussy. Your body was a shrine and he was kneeling down to profess adoration to the shape of your curves.

You could feel the edge coming, the waves of pleasure increasing and drawing near a tidal wave of feelings inside you. your lover could also feel it by the incessant clenching of your cunt to which he suddenly stopped his actions and swiftly got up and carried you, legs spread apart on his hips.

“Oh no baby, you’re not cumming if it’s not on my fucking cock”

This caused you to whine, automatically missing the feeling. Your fingers tried to finish the job causing him to spank you in your ass. An uncontrolled moan came out of your mouth, the sting being unexpectedly enjoyable. Truly being with Yoongi was a whole new world of wonders you never knew about your own body.

“You want to see if my desk is sturdier than your counter?” He inquired his voice breathless and his lips all puffy and red.

“Fuck yes!” You affirmed delightedly, kissing him in response. Yoongi lost no time in quickly leading you to his sturdy wooden desk. There will come a day you two would fuck in an actual bed. For now, the yearning was too much to wait out. In a swift move he carries you again to his desk. The memory of the previous encounter sparks in your mind, remembering how this is a repetition of what you’ve had before but you didn’t quite mind. He could even fuck you on the floor and you would be delighted.

As he carried you jerked your hips up and down, feeling Yoongi’s hardened dick through his pants, ruining his pants with your juices. He kept kissing until the bumped into the desk where he tried to sit you on top of the desk but you stopped him on his tracks.

“How about we change the position this time?” You suggested with a playful, darkened tone in your eyes. “Want me to ride you and give you that long awaited slow trip to pleasure?”

“Wow, a woman out for my heart and my dick? Where have you been all my life?”

“In a bakery putting pornographic names to cookies” you smirked, “glad to see you finally caved into the dark side”

“Show me how good this ‘Slow trip to Pleasure’ and we’ll see how much you can make me change my mind”

“Gladly” you winked at him, getting down from his arms as he spread himself on the desk. Clothes soon became a hindrance for both of you, anything that covered either one of you was now spread all over the office floor as the both of you devoured your faces off with each smothering kiss. Yoongi laid on his desk as you topped him, his hands sliding on your sides eager to continue exploring.

“Condom?” He asked in his one second of lucidness. sure he loved you but that didn’t mean you wanted children just yet, “Damn I have one but it’s in my pocket!” ”I’m on the pill...ahhh…I just need you inside me so bad!”

There was something so hot about seeing you on top of him, rubbing his cock on your wet and hot cunt prepping for the good fuck he’s about to give you. this had been a thing of dreams for him and having you here playing this all for him made it one hundred percent better that any fantasy in his head.

“Patience is a virtue” Yoongi gave a half smile, “besides I love hearing you beg for it”

“To hell with that crap and just fuck me, Yoongi” You took matters into your own hands as you grabbed his hardened cock and placed it right into your entrance. Descending on it at a slow  and maddening pace, causing Yoongi to grunt in a low voice as you mewled over the feeling.

“F-fuck!” you exhaled as his thick cock filled you and stretched your walls deliciously.

He moved his hips and you could just feel the electricity go through your entire body causing you to be immerse in a cloud of pure and utter pleasure to roam through every corner of your being. You closed your eyes and just let him touch your clit till he drove you crazy. Your body dissolving with each pump and rub.

“Someone's having an orgasm” Yoongi smiled wickedly, basking in the pride of making you cum so easily.

“Yoongi!!” You whispered in a deep voice as much as you tried to control yourself to not be loud the tidal wave of emotions flooding your body was exquisitely overwhelming causing you to lose control of yourself and scream his name as if it were a mantra.

Yoongi moved at a slow pace, letting you ride your high but in no moment stopping from pushing in and out your pussy which was trying to milk him for all he’s got. It took a great resolve from him to not cum as well but he was set on holding out till you drowned in pleasure.

Your movements were just getting sloppy at this point, the orgasm making it difficult to concentrate on moving at the correct rhythm. But your lover knew just how to help you out there. Just as he was about to thrust into you he flips you over, your back now facing the desk and him now on top of you, dick still ramming hard in you. A mixture of grunts and moans filled the room coming from both of you.

“I’m not gonna last long like this” Yoongi breathes heavily. “I need to cum, will you let me cum inside you baby?”

You try to sit up and kiss him deeply in response, “Always such a gentleman”

“I am always one to respect my partner’s wishes” he winked as he pulled you in closer as you closed your legs around his waist, inviting him to go deeper. The second wave of sensations coming really sooner than expected as Yoongi rammed mercilessly into your g spot, “So what do you say baby girl, you want my cum inside your hungry pussy?”

“Yes….yess...YES!”

You felt as if the air of the room was leaving and left them in a swarm of pleasure. The moment your eyelids closed, you began to see those same firework sparks you saw the last time you were with him. His movements began to get sloppy as he soon came inside you, his hot cum filling you up till you were overflowing.

Both of you layed in the wooden desk breathless looking at each other with a troublesome twinkle in your eyes. As if the stars had aligned, the world was much clearer. you could feel and hear every breath on your skin to the point of leaving you with goosebumps. Was this what true bliss felt like? 

“That. Was. SPECTACULAR!“ you squealed, breaking the silence between both of you and softly kissing Yoongi's chest skin.

Yoongi smiled a soft and hazy smile, he was feeling more at peace than he had ever felt in his entire life. “You took the words right out of my mouth” he chuckled. 

“I can’t believe this is happening! I….I don't even know what to say!

“Wow I finally learned a way to make you stay quiet“ Yoongi smirked jokingly.

You lightly smacked his arm in response, “Well if you make this as spectacular as this I will be silent for the rest of my life!”

Yoongi kissed the top of your head with tenderness as you held him close to you, both of you still connected to one another and frankly you both had no indication of wanting to detach. Sex usually made Yoongi very lazy and tired afterwards, although in this case he wasn’t completely sure if that would continue to be true. He inhaled deeply, basking in the afterglow and enjoying the smell of sex you both left behind after fucking for so long. He could be addicted to that smell, a smell only you two could create like a one of a kind perfume that would encapsulate your passion for one another. That was enough to turn him on once again.

“Would you like to repeat this in my house?”

Your mouth fell agape at the scandalous proposal, “Is Mr. Min Yoongi inviting me to another encounter of wild sex?”

“Another and a dozen” he kissed her neck, “no a dozen dozens if you want!”

“A dozen dozens? We are going to need a lot of condoms!“ you giggled “And tell me Yoongi, do you have a desk or a counter in your house?”

“Yes, and I also have a tub, a bed and a huge sofa. For our personal entertainment“ Yoongi said in a deep voice, his dick hardening again at the thought of having you scream his name in every room and space in his house. He just couldn’t have enough.

“Wow, I guess you aren't the ‘Informal Clone’ I thought you were after all!“ you joked “I'm desperate to meet the other side of serious Min Yoongi.

“And I'm dying to meet the other side of ____” He joked too.

“That makes two of us” you laughed as you both sealed your promise of a more “entertaining” tomorrow with a hot kiss.

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[storytaeme]

slip ‘n’ slide – taegi

The last thing Yoongi expected to find in a secluded mountain was an adorable ice skating instructor with the most gorgeous ass. 

taegi week 2017 – taehyung x yoongi ft. jihope

❅ Prompt: Ice Skating

❅ Elements: Fluff, Smut  |  Ski Lodge AU    ↪ smut includes fingering, spanking, slight size kink

❅ Word Count: 7,580 words

❅ A/N: A poor excuse of a pwp!!! I just wanted to write smut for Taehyung and Yoongi heheh also did not proofread yet so I apologize for mistakes!

Min Yoongi was a talented, versatile man. He was skilled in a lot of things—rapping, music production, ensuring that Kim Namjoon stayed alive despite his clumsy two left feet and wildly long limbs, and sleeping for a good ten hours straight on satisfying nights. However, what he was far from qualified in was ice skating. And that was the last thing he wanted to do just a few sprinkle of days away from Christmas.

After pulling him out of the hellhole that was his finals, Namjoon had hauled Yoongi into his car and made their way up to the mountains where he planned an “all boys weekend” which basically implied a lot of booze, a lot of Namjoon flailing around, Hoseok picking up every walking thing with two legs in sight, and Yoongi struggling to keep his sanity intact. That, and a lot of karaoke sessions that Hoseok would drunkenly start in their cozy little lodge suite. They had splurged a little extra in honor of Yoongi’s early finish of his thesis and that meant a snazzy space with three bedrooms for all of them—which was probably for the best because, the first night, Hoseok was already thumping against Namjoon’s walls.

“This always happens,” Yoongi spoke over his coffee, humming as he inhaled the aroma of the bitter brew. His fingers were numb but they were quickly getting their senses back with the warmth radiating from his mug.

Namjoon groaned, fingers tangling frustratedly in his mussed up hair. They hadn’t even reached the weekend and Yoongi could already see the telltale signs of shadows under his eyes. He wanted to spew out an I told you so but it didn’t seem like the right time—not when Namjoon looked about ready to throttle Hoseok who was having his second round with whoever he had plucked from the club last night. “I know, I know,” he moaned, “it’s just so miserable. I wanted it to make a good weekend out for all three of us but he’s not being a team player. And neither are you, you bailed on the club last night.”

“I had to email my professor,” Yoongi smirked.

“Liar,” Namjoon snarled right back, jabbing an accusing finger his friend’s way, “I know Professor Han is already out for break and, when that’s the case, he never replies to his emails. Plus, you submitted your damn thesis a week ago, you’re basically free. A free bird. Caw caw, motherfucker.”

The elder snorted, swallowing the burn of the coffee with a wince. “It was to make sure that he received it. And you know that cramped places like those are not my forte. I was going to end up babysitting the two of you.”

“That’s the point,” he pouted sulkily.

“Nice try,” he scoffed, “I’m not playing into this game again. This was why I refused to come in the first place.”

“You signed a contract by blood.”

Yoongi squinted at him, “You literally scribbled an agreement, pricked my finger and forced me to stamp my thumb on that piece of toilet paper. We were both drunk, I’m surprised you didn’t cut my finger off.”

“By blood,” Namjoon pressed, palms flattened on the pretty marble countertop. They really did invest a good amount to get them a nice accommodation for the weekend. “But there’s this huge party that the lodge is holding tonight, cheap booze,” Namjoon wiggled his eyebrows excitedly, “you should definitely come.”

“I’ll think about it,” he grunted. He honestly had no intentions on sticking around for long even if he did show up. His thesis had drained the last of drop of energy he had in him, and he was surprised that Namjoon and Hoseok stuck around considering the amount of social contact he had to cut off to finish his work by the deadline.

“We are going ice skating today though, so that’ll be fun.”

Yoongi’s face showed otherwise. His expression had twisted bitterly as he gaped at his friend in utter incredulity. “You want me to go ice skating?”

“Yes, it’ll be good bonding time.”

“None of us know how to do it,” Yoongi reasoned.

Namjoon gave a shrug. “They have instructors around to help. Plus, if we go down, we go down together.”

“Fuck you.”

Hoseok came stumbling into the kitchen minutes later, hair sticking up in all sorts of angles and a blinding grin on his face. His neck was littered with purpling bruises that bloomed almost grotesquely. “Good morning, sunshines.”

Yoongi wanted to ask why this guy had light sprouting out of his butt at ass o’clock after he had his brains screwed out of his head. Then again it was Hoseok. The only times Yoongi had seen him in any other mood, he had steered clear. He wasn’t the nicest person when he was a little moody. Second later, another figure appeared in the doorway, looking as disheveled as Hoseok but twice the intensity of being mauled over. “Uh, hey everyone,” the man coughed awkwardly with all the eyes on him and his half-naked figure. “I sort of lost my shirt.”

They all could see that. The guy was good looking, had toned abs and all, tiny—probably Yoongi’s height—and cute as fuck, Hoseok’s and everyone’s type. There was a sweetness to his face that had all of them quietly admiring him. Hoseok had definitely gotten lucky.

“You can walk around without it, babe,” Hoseok beamed. The guy blushed, but fidgeted. “Grab one of my jackets, I’ll probably see you later anyway.”

“Coming to the rink?” the guy perked up, looking surprised. So were the rest of them. Their friend never really did ever come back for seconds, so if he had plans to even hang out with the guy, that said a lot.

Hoseok nodded, still grinning his post-sex afterglow. “Yeah, we’re all going there. So see you then?”

The guy pinked again but nodded shyly, “Okay, I’ll see you all later.” He disappeared back down the hall, then out the door, all of them waiting to hear that soft click.

Namjoon hopped on it first, “Damn. He was cute as fuck.”

“Tell me about it.” Hoseok’s eyebrows jumped enthusiastically. “You should hear his moans too, even cuter.”

“And you’re going back for him?” Yoongi questioned curiously, “That’s a first.”

Hoseok sparkled, his entire face lit up brilliantly like fireworks had burst before him. “He’s really good too, nice ass. Fuck, such a nice ass.” He looked up to the ceiling as if thanking the heavens for gracing him for that Grade A booty. “God, I can’t wait to slide my dick—”

“Anyway,” Yoongi interrupted, shoving a piece of toast into Hoseok’s mouth before he could further detail the process of coitus that Yoongi was familiar with and certainly did not need to hear coming from his friend’s mouth.

“I’m going to get ready, get myself all dolled up,” Namjoon fluttered his eyelashes teasingly, smiling. “I heard the instructors are gorgeous. I wouldn’t mind snatching one of them up for tonight.”

“Like your no-game ass is ever going to nail one of them,” Yoongi snorted. Hoseok high-fived him with a laugh. The two of them knew what always happened whenever Namjoon tried to pull off the smooth and suave. No matter how many times they’ve told him that his charms lied in his intelligence and awkwardness, Namjoon tried to work the “cool” look and always ended up embarrassing himself with double the humiliation.

The youngest of them narrowed his eyes, “Don’t test me. I’m going to be so riled up to get good ass if you put it that way.”

“Alright, honey,” Yoongi smiled sweetly, patting Namjoon’s cheek patronizingly, “go get dressed up so we can get you that ass you need, yeah?”

“Fuck you.”

—

The thing about being up in the mountains, far away from civilization and trapped in the only building that existed with only snow and hills surrounding it, was that there was no escape whatsoever. Yoongi had learned his lesson that having no exit door was never a good sign, but he supposed that—just this time—he could make it work.

Namjoon had bounced all the way down to the outdoor area where all the kids were playing. It seemed a little strange, Yoongi supposed, to see three grown men fumbling around with their laces as they attempted to balance themselves on the blade of their shoes. While Yoongi and Hoseok managed to keep their composure, Namjoon was hanging onto every possible surface for dear life with shaky knees. They had laughed about it for a little while, the two of them tittering about how ridiculous their friend looked. However, they really did speak too soon when they actually arrived on the ice.

The ground was slippery, had Yoongi clinging onto the barriers with his gloved hands to avoid falling flat on his face and gluing his skin to the freezing cold ice. Hoseok was slowly making his way around the rink, going ahead of Yoongi and laughing, only to stop when he lost his balance, then proceeded to cackle at him again. However, the dark horse of this entire story was probably Namjoon. The man was a fucking whiz on the ice.

Yoongi should’ve known better that karma always played fairly and that the two of them would get what was coming for them when they had snickered over Namjoon’s misery. Now, the youngest of them was gliding, slip and sliding all over the ice easily. Gone was the baby fawn and came in the massive buck who conquered the task. Well, that’s something to expect from a genius who managed to nail everything that needed skills and practice—except life, Namjoon was still working on life.

“Hey, hyung,” Namjoon called out and Yoongi could already feel the irritation bubbling in his veins as he turned slowly to face the other man. Namjoon was wiggling his ass stupidly while his feet maneuvered smoothly upon the cold surface. His glide was almost impeccable and Yoongi could’ve sworn he saw the guy do a figure eight at some point.

“Shut the fuck up, Namjoon,” Yoongi growled, fingers gripping the walls of the rink for dear life. Namjoon howled in laughter before skating away, hands behind his back. Smooth motherfucker. If only he had that kind of gracefulness in every other occasion too, maybe Yoongi would stop having a billion heart attacks whenever he handled pans in the kitchen.

Hoseok popped up behind him, purposely giving him a hard pat on the back then laughing when Yoongi jolted forward with a yelp. “The more you stick to the sides, the scarier it gets you know. You just have to embrace the feel.”

The only thing Yoongi would be embracing if he let go was the searing pain of his body doing an entire dive onto the ice, and the embarrassment of tumbling in front of dozens of other kids who had no problem working their own skates. It really was humiliating to be upstaged by ten-year-olds who kept pointing their fingers at him and muffling their laughter.

“Hey, Hoseok, here’s an idea. Fuck off,” Yoongi scowled bitterly. Hoseok only snorted again, poking at his friend. The incessant action had him wiggling around to avoid it, had him sticking his hand hard into Hoseok’s side to get him away.

“Hyung!” This time, it was another voice. It was the kid from earlier, the one who had gotten his ass wrecked by Hoseok.

“Jiminie!” Hoseok squealed, pouncing on the boy almost immediately. The guy looks brighter now, cleaner. It was sort of weird seeing the two of them side by side. It was as if there were two suns competing to shine brighter than the other. The Jimin guy giggled.

He wasn’t stripped half-naked this time (unfortunately) and was decked out in a navy and maroon puffy jacket zipped up with a logo of the lodge. “Are you an instructor here?” Yoongi queried with a curious raise of his brow.

“Yeah!” Jimin beamed, nearly blinding Yoongi with all the brightness he was radiating. “I’m a student studying sports therapy but I’ve been skating my entire life, been working here every break since I started.” That explained the entire chocolate abs thing he had going on.

“Mhm,” Hoseok cooed, pinching his cheek, “but Jiminie’s mine for today.” Jimin flushed at that, scarlet creeping up his neck and reaching the tips of his ears.

“Do you need some help, hyung?” Jimin asked warily, concern dripping in his voice. Wow, cute and sweet. Why didn’t Yoongi have this kind of luck?

Hoseok crinkled his nose and tightened his hold around Jimin’s arm. “Don’t worry about him. He said he was perfectly fine.”

Jimin’s gaze fell to Yoongi’s wobbling legs. He looked like a newborn foal trying to get a steady grip on life. “Are you sure—”

“He’s fine,” Hoseok insisted.

“I can get my friend, give me a second.” God bless this boy. God fucking bless this angel of a human being. Hoseok could go suck his dick and choke on it. Jimin’s that was. Yoongi wasn’t letting his friend anywhere near his dick. “Tae! Hey, over here!” He was waving down one of the guys wandering around the rink in the same uniform.

Yoongi squinted at the faraway figure. He looked tall but he did seem to have the skills to move around the ice, as he should as an instructor. When he arrived, he should’ve known that a beautiful person like Jimin would have beautiful friends too. Yoongi just didn’t expect his smile to have double the butterfly effect in his stomach. He’s never felt his guts flip this way, it was almost unnerving.

“This is my friend, Taehyung,” Jimin introduced with a huge smile, “he’s one of our best here so he can take care of you, uh…”

“Yoongi,” he cleared his throat, sticking out his hand and realized too late that it was a mistake because he lost his balance and almost slipped to land on his ass. However, his white knight had swooped in and caught him right before he—

“Whoa there, be careful.”

Yoongi was going to nut.

The man’s voice was rich and velvety. There was a baritone ring to it that would’ve sounded wonderful if he crooned something as cozy as jazz. It certainly didn’t match up to his expectations. His voice had something strange brewing inside his stomach.

“Yoongi, you good, man?” Hoseok peered at him curiously as if asking him where in the world he just went to.

It was then he realized he was still clutching onto Taehyung for dear life. The realization had him jerking away in embarrassment, hands flying to grab hold onto the railings instead.

His friend grinned stupidly at him. “Well, now I know that you’re in good hands—” something told Yoongi that Hoseok knew that he was very much affected by the stranger next to him “—I’ll leave you both to it. Come on, Jiminie, show me the ropes.” The pair skated away, Jimin’s smaller stature guiding Hoseok.

Meanwhile, Yoongi was still wobbling around on the side. Taehyung breezed closer to him, proximity unnerving. “Need a hand?” he grinned, lips squaring up to reveal a perfect set of teeth. He was cute. Too cute. Yoongi didn’t handle cute well. Or any other form of attractive in fact.

“I’m—” Okay should’ve been the next word, but it turned out that he was most definitely not okay. “Yeah, sort of.”

Taehyung chuckled and even that sound reverberated something warm through him, a tingling left on his skin that had his hairs rising. It was sort of terrifying how this man’s voice alone did wonders to Yoongi when he had barely spoken two words. The tall boy held out his hand, gleaming smile still glittering on his face. Yoongi took it cautiously, more for the sake of his safety rather than the beating of his heart.

Slowly, he eased Yoongi away from the sidelines and towards the actual ice where the action was packed. It was frightening to say the least. However, Taehyung was patient and guided him gently and instructing him how to move his feet. This was good, this was actually okay. Yoongi could get the hang of this. Minutes ago, he was this close to throwing Namjoon off a hill, but this wasn’t so bad once he got used to it.

“You’re a natural,” Taehyung brightened.

“I bet you get paid to say that to all the guests,” Yoongi chuckled nervously.

Taehyung shook his head and flashed another grin, “Only the cute ones, cross my heart.”

Yoongi didn’t handle flirts well either. And Taehyung was a cute flirt. “Well, I’m touched,” he chose to say instead.

“Boys weekend?”

He nodded in confirmation, “Got sort of dragged out here by those two. The cold isn’t really my thing, I’m barely alive with how freezing Seoul is most of the time.”

“I feel you,” Taehyung huffed a laugh, puffs of white forming before his lips, “It doesn’t snow much in Daegu so coming up here every break was like a miserable slap in the face from Jack Frost.”

“You’re from Daegu?” Yoongi’s eyebrows jumped.

“Yeah! Are you too?” Taehyung was practically brimming with excitement and Yoongi was thankful he had the right answer, otherwise he would’ve disappointed the poor boy.

Yoongi grinned, “Yeah, born and raised. Only moved to Seoul for college.”

The two ended up chatting amicably about shared memories and places from back in their hometown. Despite loving Seoul to its fullest, they couldn’t help but have a mutual understanding of homesickness after having been away in the city for so long. Taehyung told him about his grandfather’s strawberry farm, how he used to spend nearly the entirety of his childhood there, and Yoongi with his parents and brothers who hadn’t been the most supportive of his initial endeavor for his future.

“But I’m glad they approve of it now,” Taehyung hummed, “it’s good to have some backbone. Anyway, even if you didn’t, you’d still be doing something you’re passionate about and, despite what people say, I think that’s enough to keep you going in life.”

“That’s a good mindset to have,” Yoongi murmured thoughtfully.

They hadn’t realized how much time had passed until Jimin was approaching them, Hoseok in tow. Their hairs looked mussed up and Yoongi wasn’t sure whether it was due to the whipping wind or if they had snuck away to make out somewhere. “Tae, it’s time for a shift change,” Jimin grinned, looping his arm through his friend’s. “How was your session?”

“Was good, we talked a lot,” Taehyung giggled, “hyung here is from Daegu too. It was really nice to meet you. I’ll see you at the party tonight?”

Well, Yoongi hadn’t planned on going. It looked like a trainwreck waiting to happen. Hoseok’s elbow dug into the elder’s side, eliciting a yelp out of him. “We’ll be there,” he grinned for the two of them.

“Great,” Taehyung beamed, though his gaze focused solely on Yoongi. If Yoongi didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn the boy’s smile was a little shy, tinged with a hint of hopefulness. “See you both then.”

It wasn’t until the pair skated away and Hoseok was pounding on the questions that he realized that Taehyung had kept a hand a hand around his waist the entire time.

Yoongi was going to nut.

—

The party turned out to be a bore after all. The only people participating in the actual games were senior citizens who looked like they could barely make their way to the slopes. Hoseok and Namjoon, safe to say, were disappointed. They deflated faster than a popped balloon when they saw the thrilling crowd to entertain. “Fuck it,” Hoseok growled, “if I can’t get my party on then I’m at least going to get trashed.”

However, his plans were foiled when Jimin curled behind him, arms wrapping around his lean waist. Yoongi had never seen the boy melt so fast. It looked as if his entire body just molded back against the younger boy. “Rushing off so soon?” Jimin asked, blinking his eyes adorably at Hoseok.

The man was fucking whipped, they all could practically hear the figurative whip landing across his ass. Hoseok basically bloomed as he turned around and wrapped himself around Jimin, lips seeking the other’s. Well, that was it. One man down, two more to go. Namjoon muttered a “the fuck” under his breath before waving it off and striding away in search of his own vice—namely, alcohol.

Yoongi eyed Taehyung whose eyes were darting between him and the shameless couple whose hands had begun to roam. “Uh, wanna get a drink or something?” Yoongi suggested, clearing his throat.

Taehyung grinned, “On the job, can’t. But I can watch over you drink, make sure you get back okay.”

As the two made their way to the bar, walking past a few elderly couples who greeted Taehyung fondly, Yoongi wondered if this man was just a people whisperer. He seemed to be very good at the whole wooing everyone to liking him business. “You’re still on the job? I thought you were just the skating instructor.”

“I am, but I volunteered to help out with the party a little, make sure it doesn’t get too crazy you know.”

Yoongi glanced briefly to the mellow crowd, smirking, “Yeah, I bet it’s going to get wild tonight.” Taehyung elbowed him with a low chuckle.

They ended up sitting by the bar where Namjoon joined them. Taehyung was friendly still, bringing up conversation topics with Namjoon to keep the elder talking and the awkward silence nonexistent. When prompted, Yoongi knew his friend could keep going on and on all night about whatever topics he came up with. Namjoon and Taehyung found mutual ground on alien, extraterrestrial theories. Yoongi found mutual ground with his gin and tonic (laugh at him all you want but at least he’s got a sweet drink and a good time).

“Well, it has been lovely talking to you, Taehyung,” Namjoon genuinely said and added a theatrical bow. “Alas, I must now find a young maiden or lad to warm my sheets. Farewell, friends.”

“Don’t mind him,” Yoongi rolled his eyes as a response to Taehyung’s quizzical look. “He starts pushing Shakespeare when he’s a little tipsy. Let him be.”

Taehyung laughed, nodding in understanding, before propping his arms up on the countertop. He leaned closer towards Yoongi who had his fingers circling his glass. “What about you?” Taehyung started, “What are you like when you’re tipsy?”

His eyes were dancing with mirth that had flashbacks coursing through his mind. Tipsy Yoongi wasn’t the best Yoongi. Most of the time, it involved a lot of bad rapping and rhymes (that would grate on Namjoon’s nerves most), and other times he tended to spill everything in his mind, a word vomit of sorts. “I’m chill,” he instead said.

The other boy clearly wasn’t buying it, giggling as he inched closer, going as far as tapping Yoongi’s nose. “I don’t believe that. I feel like you’ll start saying things you don’t intend to get out of your head. All your dirty secrets.”

Well, that hit the nail right on the head. “Maybe,” Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly.

Taehyung snickered again, bringing his hand up and sliding it across Yoongi’s broad shoulder. He crinkled his nose cutely and grinned, “Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind then, big boy?”

Big boy. Yoongi choked on his drink, the burn creeping up his throat. “I–uh—not sure what you mean.”

“Mhmm,” Taehyung hummed, “come on. You can tell me. I’ve been wondering what your sincere thoughts of me are.”

“We just met,” Yoongi swallowed. Yes, they literally just met hours ago. That was it. But Taehyung still made him jittery, made him feel like he was fifteen again with a crush on the kid who smiled as brilliantly as Taehyung did and offered the sweetest words to console Yoongi and his dreams at the time. It made him feel like the sun was shining a little warmer, the night a little nicer, and the atmosphere a little more magical.

The gin was really messing with his head. He was starting to make himself believe in love at first sight and all that fictitious whatnot.

“Yeah, but what do you think of me? What’s the verdict, boss?” Taehyung smiled, something in his eyes indicating a sign of something dancing in his mind. The elder wasn’t sure what to make of it. “How about I go first?”

“Alright,” Yoongi replied, shifting on his stool.

“I think you’re hot,” Taehyung confessed simply. The brevity of his words had Yoongi pausing to think. That was… good right? An attractive man found him attractive. “I really want you to fuck me.”

Holy shit. His drink dribbled from his lips when he unconsciously parted his lips in surprise. He quickly reached for a napkin to wipe it all up, cheeks flushing a deep red and it wasn’t from the alcohol. Taehyung didn’t look fazed in the least—he probably had people spilling drinks out of their mouths all the time.

“That’s, uh, rather bold,” Yoongi said stupidly. What he meant to sungay was that was a fucking swell idea and his room’s door was open 24/7 for him.

Taehyung rolled his shoulders. “You’re here for the weekend, we don’t exactly have excess time to spend, hyung. I’d rather cut it straight to the chase instead of beating around the bush with neither of us ending up satisfied. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I, um, I guess so,” Yoongi said. He was feeling less and less intellectual by the second in that moment.

“So,” Taehyung licked his lips, dark gaze lifting to meet Yoongi’s stunned ones, “how about it? I end in like an hour. Feel up to it?”

Yoongi could only gulp and nod, “Y-yeah, sounds great. I can work with that.”

“Perfect.” Taehyung’s hand appeared on his knee. Why was his hand on his knee? It was going to make his boner even more evident before the boy who had propositioned him. Very smoothly, might he add. “I have to do my rounds for the night, but I’ll meet you after?”

“Yeah, after works.”

At this point, all Yoongi could do was agree to everything Taehyung was saying.

Taehyung hummed with a devilish twinklier his eye, “Great. Your room then?” Nod. “Are you sure you’re cool with this?” Nod. “Uh—” Nod. “Hyung, you’re kind of scaring me.”

Yoongi was about to nod again but pulled himself out of the stupor. “No, yeah, I mean we’re good. My room’s good. Perfect. You’re perfect. Your face is just really distracting, your lips too. Just… so pretty.”

A laugh bubbled up the younger boy’s throat as he nodded, tilting his body forward to place a soft kiss on Yoongi’s cheek. “You can get more acquainted with my lips later, hyungie.”

God, yes.

—

Preparing to get acquainted with Taehyung’s body meant spending nearly half an hour pacing the length of his room. He had probably traced the circumference of every inch of his room five times over with his feet in the last few minutes. Yoongi had escaped the humdrum party soon after Taehyung left to hop onto his duties, but gave Taehyung his room number to visit later.

Taehyung had drifted away with a promise to come by.

Yoongi hadn’t stopped sweating since.

When the doorbell rang, he had bounded over to the entrance hall, briefly glancing at the hallway mirror to fix up his hair, before reaching for the knob. He had never been this nervous before a hookup, ever. Maybe it was due to the fact that Taehyung was possibly the most beautiful human being he had ever seen.

Conjuring up the image of the man in his mind, Yoongi could see the smooth slope of his nose and the single mole printed on his skin. Then there was the way his eyes crinkled whenever he smiled, lips stretching to reveal a set of teeth that sparkled in the daylight. His jawline wasn’t sharp, but was defined enough to leave Yoongi with the urge to run his lips along it.

“Hey,” he coughed when he swung open the door to find Taehyung standing with one hand on the frame, his body leaning in.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

Fuck. Him.

“Not gonna invite me in?” Taehyung questioned teasingly when the two of them had been in a strange standstill.

“Right, come in.”

One thing led to another—read: the second Taehyung stepped into the room, Yoongi clicking the door shut behind him, Taehyung had him pinned up against the wall. His lips moved almost on instinct to cover Yoongi’s. The elder had been taken aback at first, lips parting in surprise and Taehyung took that opportunity to slip his tongue in. Yoongi had never been big on kisses, never liked people sticking their tongues down his throat.

However, the way Taehyung was twisting his tongue against Yoongi’s, the way he was stroking the insides of his cheeks and how his large hands smoothed down Yoongi’s shoulders had him shaking against the boy. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, hyung,” Taehyung whined quietly as he nosed the elder’s cheek before moving down to paste wet kisses on his neck. His teeth grazed the skin  and brought blood rushing to the surface in a littering of marks.

“W-wait, let’s take this to my room, I don’t need my friends barging in on us,” Yoongi stuttered, fingers clutching Taehyung’s jacket. This was more for support than anything. If he had felt vulnerable on the ice, he was downright helpless in that moment. Taehyung nodded and began walking.

He only looked back when he realized that Yoongi wasn’t following him. “Hyung, you good?”

“Uh, yeah, just trying to feel my legs again,” Yoongi chuckled weakly. He was but a weak man.

Taehyung laughed and returned to his side, grabbing hold of his skinny arms and practically dragging him into the room. The elder landed on the bed with a soft thump and, before he could even take a breath, Taehyung was already on top of him, stealing it from out of his lungs. Their lips latched together, molding into one as Taehyung’s hands wasted no time in working on the buttons of his shirt. “Christ, you’ve got the prettiest skin,” he muttered under his breath, stopping his movements to stare at the paleness of Yoongi’s skin.

It was milky and clean, free of blemishes, but that was a fact soon to be changed when Taehyung dived in for the kill. His teeth were merciless as they nipped on the sensitive parts of him, planting bruises and marks to mark him as his. Yoongi could feel his veins buzzing with life, every inch of him lighting up in flames with Taehyung’s scorching touch upon his skin.

“How do you want me, hyungie?” Taehyung panted as he pulled away, shrugging off his coat and shirt over his head. Yoongi allowed his glance to travel from the expanse of smooth, golden skin. The boy was beautifully breathtaking, like a god descended from the fair heavens. He swallowed as he looked at the delicious contrast between his wild, seductive eyes and the softness of his pudgy stomach.

Yoongi licked his lips as Taehyung pulled his pants off, his hand circling his cock. God, he was long. Cock so pretty and dripping all wet for him. “Want you on your knees, want to see you opening yourself up for me. Can you do that?” The question came as an additional stammer. He didn’t want to sound too demanding.

However, judging by how Taehyung’s eyes had flashed and the slow curl of his lips, the younger didn’t mind it all that much. Instead he grabbed a bottle from his jacket pocket and flipped the cap open, drizzling a good amount onto his fingers and rubbing it in between his digits. “Yeah? You wanna see me fuck myself open?”

“Mm, yeah,” Yoongi nodded, breathing in sharply just as the boy leaned down, pressing his face to the sheets. His long, wet fingers danced along his hips and reached around his back to barely brush over his hole. The puckered ring seemed to tighten at the warning.

It wasn’t long before Taehyung’s subtle moans bounced off the walls of the room. His deep voice bubbled up his throat, squeaky, choked whines escaping as he pushed a finger in then another. His digits tugged on his rim, attempting to stretch it out in preparation for Yoongi.

Meanwhile, the elder watched him in awe. There was something so beautiful about the way Taehyung had his pretty back arched, his ass up in the air in full view. Yoongi couldn’t help his hand from wandering down to his pants, his hand grabbing hold of his crotch as he palmed the growing erection behind the fabric. It really wasn’t enough—not when his imagination was going haywire with Taehyung right there in front of him. It felt like a dream come true seeing how tight Taehyung was.

“I always pegged you to have a loose hole,” Yoongi muttered under his breath, his free hand reaching out to stroke the boy’s supple skin.

Taehyung quivered at the assumption and the other boy’s touch. He tossed a sly look over his shoulder, but the smolder in his gaze wavered as Yoongi danced his pale fingers along his soft, caramel skin. The contrast was enticing, a sweet blend of colors. “I usually do, but being up here means I haven’t been fucked in a while.” His voice cracked in a broken moan as he curled his own fingers inside of him. The elder observed where his fingers joined his hole, watched as he pulled at his opening. God, he was so pretty.

“You tight, Tae?”

“So tight,” Taehyung confirmed in a whine, “bet your fat cock will fill me up real good, huh?”

Fuck yes. A hiss slipped past his gritted teeth as Taehyung sat back on the balls of his feet. His hand was still trapped behind him, sinking deep into his ass as he began to bounce against his palm. Yoongi didn’t think he had ever seen a prettier sight than that. Taehyung’s cock, long and thick, was standing upright. He could see the tip beaded with a drop of white, precome that clung onto his skin before rolling down the length every time he moved. His member thumped against his stomach every time the boy sank down on his fingers, his gaze wild with clouded lust and mouth open, tongue practically dripping with desire.

“My cock’s not too big, but you’re tight enough,” Yoongi grunted.

Taehyung grinned at that, a teasing, mischievous curve of his lips. “Yeah? You got a small cock, hyung?”

When he put it that way, Yoongi was blushing. Sure, he wasn’t the biggest in his friend group, but he wasn’t tiny. Maybe.

“Take it out, hyungie,” Taehyung cooed as if he was coaxing a pet. He shifted closer to the edge of the bed, to where Yoongi stood touching himself through his pants. “I wanna see your cock.”

Licking his lips, the elder quickly worked away at his button and zipper with trembling his fingers. There was this nip of fear that—what if Taehyung didn’t like his size? What if Taehyung was into monstrous-sized co—

“Fuck,” Taehyung clenched his jaw, “fuck, you’re so pretty. Cock like that, shit. Looks small, baby.”

A flush spread across his skin at record speed, coloring his cheeks and the back of his neck to the tips of his ears. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, his lips parting and his throat moving as he swallowed. Taehyung had nudged forward again, his free hand reaching out to wrap around Yoongi’s dick. The first contact was like a relief to his throbbing member, one that had been left without pleasure for too long.

“Do you like that? Do you like being called small?” Taehyung giggled. Yoongi blushed again in response. He’s heard it before from others he’s fucked, knew that he liked his size the way it was, but at the same time, had a Thing for being reminded of it, reminded of how much smaller he was than others. “So cute, hyung,” Taehyung laughed again.

It really should’ve hurt his pride and his bloated ego, but the only pain he could feel was from the sudden rush of blood down between his legs. His knees wobbled a little with Taehyung’s words and he offered no response whatsoever to confirm nor deny that he really did in fact fucking love it when Taehyung called him small.

“Mmm, bet I can take the whole thing in my mouth in one go,” the younger simpered with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Leaning forward and with one hand still behind him to finger himself open, Taehyung parted his lips to mouth at Yoongi’s cock.

The heat that swallowed up his sensitive length was excruciatingly mind-blowing. Taehyung’s tongue pressed down against the sensitive skin and dragged up along the length of it. True to his word, he managed to stick the entire thing down his throat without gagging even once. His nose brushed against the base of his cock where a few curls of hair tickled his face. Yoongi released a low moan and buried his fingers in Taehyung’s soft hair. The gesture had Taehyung groaning as well, the vibrations coursing through his already shaking figure. It pulsed a rhythm through his veins, a quick skip in his heartbeat.

Taehyung pulled off with a loud, purposeful pop before sucking hard on the head again. His tongue darted out to collect the dot of come from Yoongi’s slit before he smiled up at him again. “You’ve got the nicest cock, hyung. I don’t think I’ve ever had cock this pretty and cute before.”

Cute. He called his cock cute. Yoongi should’ve been offended, that would be the normal reaction, wouldn’t it? But he wasn’t. Instead he jerked his hips forward for Taehyung to take him again. Taehyung stroked it in his hand, the length comparable to the size of his palm. It was almost humiliating if it didn’t feel so good.

“So small, hyung, fuck,” Taehyung cursed, “you’re so fuckin’ pretty. I want you stick this in me, stretch me out. You’re small but I promise you I’m tight enough that you can feel my ass squeezing you.”

“Then do it,” Yoongi grumbled, tilting the other boy’s head back so he was looking up at the elder. “Why don’t you turn around and give me your ass so I can fuck you properly.”

Taehyung was practically buzzing in anticipation as he scrambled around, shaking his ass at Yoongi who was about ready to faint with how good Taehyung’s ass looked. “Do your worst.”

Yoongi snatched up a condom from his wallet and quickly rolled it down his length. He picked up the bottle of lube and drenched his cock in it, spreading it along his member.

“You don’t need that much, hyung, it’s not going to hurt that bad with your size.”

The elder stiffened and directed a threatening glare at the younger, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s gonna be tight, but not that tight.”

Yoongi’s hand came down on Taehyung’s ass in an echoing crack. For a second, he thought he had fucked up, thought he had hurt him, but Taehyung’s following whimper proved otherwise. Instead, the younger stuck his ass back at him more, nudging it in his direction. “I thought you were this cute, sweet kid. What happened to him?”

“I turn into an asshole in bed,” Taehyung smirked, “get it, asshole? Ha ha.”

Christ. Yoongi wanted to toss him across his lap and spank the living daylights out of him. But maybe that was for another day (or tomorrow morning). “You always talk this much? Guys never shut you up before.”

“They shut me up once they prove to me they can use their cock properly.”

Growling, Yoongi yanked his ass back, nearly causing the younger to slip his grasp on the sheets. He positioned himself before Taehyung before thrusting his hips to fill him up in one go. The boy jolted forward with the movement, a shocked gasp drawn from his pretty lips. Taehyung had been right. Even with Yoongi’s size, Taehyung was still so, so fucking tight. His ass was snug and warm, wrapped around Yoongi’s dick perfectly.

He swung his body easily, jutting his hips forward to bury his cock over and over again inside of Taehyung. The boy was writhing before him, his slim figure trembling with every one of Yoongi’s thrusts. Yoongi didn’t go easy, he was too impatient, it’s been too long. All he could feel was the absolute ecstasy of the tightness that surrounded his cock, the walls that clenched around his sensitive length to bring him closer to his peak. Taehyung’s cries and little ‘uh-uh-uhs’ only fueled his growing desire, the bubbling warmth brewing inside his belly. His moans were so fucking pretty, Yoongi drank it all up like a drug he could never be clean of.

“Such a cute little ass,” Yoongi grunted, his cock sliding into the tunnel again. It was such a good fit and every time he jerked forward, he could feel Taehyung loosening up to him. “Can’t fuckin’ believe you’re not getting your little hole opened up every night, fucked open like this.”

“Hnnnng, fuck,” Taehyung sobbed, “f-feels so good. O-only want your cock, hyung. You’re so good, fuck me. Fuck me open. Make me your little slut.”

Goddamn. “You want that? Want me to make you my little cockslut?” Yoongi bit back, giving a particularly hard thrust that reached deeper inside of Taehyung. “I should fuck you in the lobby where everyone can see you, see what a pretty little slut you are. Do you want that?” Taehyung was still too immersed in the sensations that engulfed him, bearing Yoongi no response. The elder’s jaw ticked. “Answer me.”

“A-aah, yeah, I want that, want you to make me your slut. Want everyone to see my ass always open for the taking for you,” Taehyung whined, “fuck me harder, h-hyung.”

Yoongi obliged and moved faster and harder, his thighs were aching and his knees were beginning to give, but he pushed through to give Taehyung what he wanted. The boy was already so close, his body giving tremors to how deliriously incredible it felt to be filled up full.

“J-just like that, I-I’m so close,” he choked, breaths hiccuping in his throat.

“Come for me, baby. Come on, show me how much tighter this ass can be. Clench around my cock, slut,” Yoongi snarled, hand coming down on Taehyung’s ass. The action came as a surprise and Taehyung enjoyed it way too much with the way his cock twitched and leaked, dripping precome all over the sheets.

Taehyung gasped, “Again. Hit me again.”

“Like getting punished, huh?” Yoongi chuckled, humoring him with another smack on his other cheek. It was almost mesmerizing to see the soft skin jiggle and Yoongi wished he could capture this moment on camera. “Tell me what you are, baby.”

“I-I’m a slut,” Taehyung hitched, swallowing the thickness in his throat.

“Whose slut?”

“Yours!” he cried as Yoongi thrust forward, hard and fast, again. “Yours! Your slut.”

Yoongi grinned, smoothing his hand down the reddening skin to alleviate the soreness. “Good boy, now, do you want to come for me?” Taehyung nodded eagerly, practically mewling in desperation as he plead for Yoongi to let him come. “Alright, baby, come on. Come for me, I want to see your milk all over my bed.”

His words had Taehyung tipping over the edge, his lips parting soundlessly, eyes blown wide, as white semen spurt out of his cock and spilled all over the bleached sheets. His body was still quaking as Yoongi pounded into him deeper, chasing after his own orgasm and filling the elastic with the result of his climax.

The two were out of breath, stuck in the same position with Yoongi still settled snugly inside of Taehyung. Even worse, Taehyung kept nudging his ass back and squeezing his walls as if to drain Yoongi of every last drop of come.

After Yoongi pulled out of him and cleaned him up, he maneuvered the trembling boy underneath the sheets (after stripping off the gross, come-stained ones despite Taehyung’s filthy protests). “You’re letting me sleep here?” Taehyung smiled softly up at him.

It was almost strange to see the one-eighty he did after sex. This post-orgasm afterglow made him even prettier, gentler, almost angelic. “Of course, it’s late. Get some sleep.”

Taehyung giggled and snuggled into Yoongi’s chest when he slid himself underneath the covers. “A good fuck and a gentleman, I might just keep you.”

Yoongi laughed at that, tucking the younger into his side. “We’ll see how long we can survive each other,” he grinned.

“You’re cute, I’ll tolerate you longer.”

“But who says I’ll tolerate you?”

Taehyung pouted adorably, swatting Yoongi’s chest. “Meanie.”

“Go to sleep, baby.”

The fondness in Yoongi’s voice had Taehyung melting into his grasp as he nodded obediently. “Goodnight.”

#bts #taehyung #yoongi #taegi #taegi17 #bts scenarios #bts ships #bts fanfic #bts smut #taegi scenarios #taegi smut #taegi fanfic

[lubdubsworld]

Tumblr prompt ( Yoongi x Oc )

Part 1

         Part 2

         Part 3

part 4/4. 

“She should be awake by now, right?” Yoongi said nervously, pacing across the hospital room, fingers dipped into his pockets.

“ she will... just give it time, hyung..” Namjoon was going through the reports. again. just to be sure . just to make sure they didn’t miss something. 

these things happened. 

one misplaced dot and the patient crashes.

a split second of indecision and somewhere, someone’s life is forever changed. 

in this case it was yoongi. 

Namjoon couldn’t risk it. 

None of them could.

 the staff were all on edge : Dr. Min had saved so many young lives, it seemed unfair that he had to watch his unborn child being removed out of his wife . His wife who was battling for her life, right now. They tried to work hard for it but it was out of their hands now. 

They’d done everything they could, as doctors. and there were always moments in the OT when the most cynical of humans , the most agnostic of men would just shut his or her eye and pray,  oh God,  please, please help us out here.   

 Yoongi hesitated, glancing at the figure on the bed. She looked like she was sleeping, her face almost ethereal in the dim lighting : pale and surreal. she was still on ventilator support and Yoongi noted the way her lungs struggled to breathe and he wanted to punch someone.

He wanted to reach into her ribs and help her, help her lungs expand and take in life giving air , he wanted to reach out and stitch together all the broken capillaries that had resulted in her bleeding out so quickly and so badly, before any of them could do anything but watch in horror. 

 Her forearms were bruised : they’d tried hard to get the IV in but she had lost so much blood and then she had lost more when they’d injected the syringe in. 

he’d almost passed out from the exhaustion of holding her close, through the night, through the surgery , through the post op care. 

But it wasn’t enough... he thought feverishly. 

“i just... what if i lose her, joon ah..?” He said softly and Namjoon hesitated, sitting up slowly.

“Hyung, stop. You’re not. We’re not losing her...”

“but... I don’t deserve her.” Yoongi was tired, running on zero hours of sleep and four cups of caffeine, and his brain was shutting down because his heart was taking up all the blood. and his heart was just continually hammering against his chest in stilted, aborted beats that went,  it;s your fault. beat, you did this to her. beat. she’s better off without you . beat.

“Hyung..” Namjoon’s voice drew him out of his own personal hell and then suddenly the words were spilling out of him without his permission. 

“i just... i took it all for granted , joon. I didn’t realize that all the affection she gave me.. i didn’t realize it was a gift and a blessing . i should have appreciated it and repaid it in kind but ...fuck i just ... I took it all for granted..”

“Hyung.. we’ll pray for it..” Namjoon said softly and Yoongi shook his head.

 He believed that you couldn’t really implore to a higher power when you know you don’t deserve to. how could he even dare to ask whatever God there was , to give her back to him, when he’d proven time and again that he didn’t deserve to have her? 

you don’t give someone something precious thing, when that person has a record for breaking it. 

So, how could he? how could he possibly pray that she come back to him when he fucking  knew  he didn’t deserve her. 

“Yoongi.” His mother’s voice jolted him out of his reverie. Namjoon looked as surprised as him as they stared at the older woman, dressed in her expensive suit and with her hair styled to perfection. 

“Mom?” He said surprised. 

 Your mother wants me to get hit by a car 

 he shook his head. She was wrong. The woman who borthed him, wouldn’t hurt a fly. 

“How is she?” His mother says gently and Yoongi flinches, watching Namjoon as he bows in greeting before quietly excusing himself. 

“I.. we’re not sure. She’s lost a lot of blood and her heart’s not doing it’s job the way it ought to...” he laughed without mirth.

“Well, there is such a thing called karma.” 

Yoongi startled, looking up in surprise and confusion.

“what?”

“To think that she would want to kill an innocent child...” his mother shook her head. Yoongi felt his heart beat slow and drag, mind filling with cotton wool and he struggled to just think and comprehend. 

“ what?”

“ i just saw her blood reports Yoongi . She’s been taking misoprostol . What she had just now is a self induced abortion and there is no doubt that she fully intended to get rid of the baby.  ” She sighed and patted his shoulder awkwardly. 

yoongi felt like he’d been dragged underwater by a hand around his ankle, the loss of control and bubbling panic so swift and unsettling that he stumbled. 

“That.. that doesn’t make sense... she would never do something like that...”

“wouldn’t she? I’m a woman. and a doctor. i can recognize these things far better than you ever could. she never belonged in our family. i always regretted it, marrying you off to that fickle woman. If only your father wasn’t so hell bent on keeping you in Korea, I never would have agreed to the whole thing.” 

“You’re lying.” 

“why would i lie? you can see the reports yourself if you want. Go look through her stuff at home and i bet you’ll find some of the pills. “ 

Yoongi blinked, the exhaustion of the past few days , suddenly too much to bear. 

“Get out.” He said tiredly. 

His mother blinked,surprised. 

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!” 

And Yoongi has always been weak when he ought to be strong, hesitant when he should be firm and malleable when he should stay steady. 

So he goes home, finds the bottle of pills and breaks down into tears. 

so he forgets, everything else that he knows about his beloved his wife, the girl who had trusted him with her everything and instead believes his mother who didn’t deserve his trust at all. 

He thinks that he deserves this, for being a shitty husband, for being an awful friend. He thinks that this would be his penance. He would give her what she wanted. He would give her a divorce and he would get out of her life. hell he would get out of the damn country. So she could build a life for herself. 

And despite Namjoon’s protests and Jung kook’s looks of utter horror. he signs the divorce papers , packs his bags and leaves Korea for good. 

He never belonged here anyway. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

 Twelve days later:

I blinked blearily, every inch of me screaming in protest when i tried to move my limbs. What was wrong with me? where was I ? what had happened. 

 Yoongi.

that was the only thing in my head right away. It went on and on, in loop. i needed yoongi. Yoongi would make it all better. 

“she’s waking up.” 

My mother. 

I blinked, confused but happy. when did Mom come over? Was she here to visit? 

As the light slowly began to fade in, parts of the room came into focus. a super junior poster. A few caps. A hand made schedule chart. a chart for chores. A few slips of used tickets to a big bang concert. a calender with colorful post its all over it. A small frame which had the letters MYG engraved in it and painted in a bright pink. 

My room. 

Not the room i shared with my husband but the room where i’d grown up in. the room i’d been in when i  saw him for the very first time , through the window, as he played ball with his dog in the huge park across from our home. 

For a second , i thought i’d stepped into a time warp, that somehow i’d woken up as a fifteen year old with an unrequited crush on Min yoongi, instead of as the twenty four years old girl who was married to him. 

“Baby... you’re okay...” my mother’s fingers soothed, skimming over my cheeks and stroking may hair off my face. 

“where’s yoongi?” I choked out, some of the syllables not forming because of how my voice cracked. But my mother seemed to understand and she took a deep shuddering breath. 

“we’ll talk about him later. Here, try getting up.” She came closer and helped me up gently. i didn’t push. Yoongi would be here soon enough. Maybe in a few hours. He was a doctor. A busy one at that. He must have been worried about me getting lonely all by myself in the apartment. He must have had me sent to my mother’s place so she would take care of me. he was always considerate that way. He would always try to make me feel good. 

“Thank you mama. i missed you. you should come visit me and Yoongi more often. “ i said softly. my mother stared at me before swallowing. 

“Drink this baby. it’ll help you get better...” she pressed the glass to my lips and i took a gulp of the broth. it tasted sweet and savory. Not bad. 

“When is he coming bak?” i said curiously. My sister finally spoke up from the shadows. 

“He isn’t coming back!” she said sharply. 

My mother stumbled, fingers shaking and slopping the broth all over me. 

“oh.. carefull... unnie? what.. what are you saying , i said confused. “

“Stop it! shut up and leave, right now.” My mother shouted at my sister who looked like she had been crying for a long time. 

“He isn’t fucking coming back Y?N. Because he’s a filthy liar and a fucking coward who can never stand up for himself. He’s a filthy spineless cowrad...”

“stop talking about my husband like that!” i shouted, not sure why she was so angry or what yoongi had done to earn such anger.

“He’s not your fucking husband anymore.”

i froze.

so did my mother. 

“what?” i said stupidly. 

“Y/n.. you need to lie down... you’re still sick and...”

but my sister was grabbing something from the table, a set of papers and moving closer to me. 

“Here! See them for yourself. “

i swallowed, barely able to hold the sheafs of paper and to read. 

  Petition for Divorce .... general pleadings to a court for dissolution of marriage...

  We , Min Yoon Gi and Y/N would like to make the following statement. :

We both want to request for the dissolution of our marriage. 

 I stared at the words stupidly, certain for a moment that i’d misread them./ i looked back up at my mom who was crying now, silently, great big drops of tears just rolling down her face. 

and because nothing else seemed to make sense, i went back to reading the letter and it only twisted my gut more. 

 Together we have no minor or dependent children and Wife is not pregnant. ...  

and there it was signed at the very bottom in an neat and perfect script. 

: Min Yoong Gi. 

He had signed the divorce papers. 

i looked up then , confused and disoriented. 

“But i am..” i said stupidly. “I’m pregnant... I took an ultrasound and Yoongi saw ... i...”

“Oh baby...” My mother drew me into her arms and i stared, confused at my sister who looked like she was physically wilting. 

“you’re not anymore, sweetheart...” she whispered. 

Oh. 

Oh... right. So that was it? 

Yoongi wanted a divorce because i wasn’t pregnant anymore? 

That made sense. 

i nodded absently, rubbing my stomach thoughtfully. it certainly made sense now. He hated me because i’d lost our child. I could sympathize. i’d hate me too. 

everything made sense. 

“Mom.. i just... can i sign these later? i really want to lie down. “ i said softly holding the papers out. 

“Y/N...”

“Just a little while mom. Just for a litle while.” 

i shut my eyes, swallowing a huge burning wave of soul numbing pain and despair and choked on air, my limbs trembling as i curled into a ball and gripped my childhood sheets and stared at the wall and it seemed that not a lot had changed since the last time , i’d laid here. 

Not a lot had changed in the last decade, because here i was, once again hurting and crying  and dying because of Min Yoon Gi. 

And i wondered if it had been stupid, staring out of that window on that November night and looking at that boy in the park , playing ball with his dog. For spending ten years, wishing on starts and eye lashes and feathers and flowers, wishing on the moon and the sun and the stars in between and just believing, that somehow, somewhere along the line, he would love me the way i loved him because what goes around should come around, right? So much love spent on one person should have some sort of return right? 

But apparently, it wouldn’t . 

Apparently, loving yoongi hadn’t been my destiny but my biggest mistake. 

And marrying him hadn’t been a stroke of luck from fate, but a vicious and vile curse. 

and instead of breaking the curse, i’d fed it. 

And destroyed myself in the process. 

Because i’d been a fool and I had made Yoongi the center piece of my life’s puzzle. 

And now ,  I would forever be that  puzzle from childhood that we all have, the incomplete one with a single missing piece .

 I know it's cold when we're apart And I hate to feel this die But you can't give me what I want Just give it time And if you and I Can make it through the night And if you and I Can keep our love alive, we'll find We can meet in the middle Bodies and souls collide Dance in the moonlight When all the stars align For you and I, for you and I,

But for now we stay so far 'Til our lonely limbs collide I can't keep you in these arms So I keep you in my mind

~~~~~~~~~~~

AUTHOR’S NOTE :  Heavy angst with a sad ending as requested!! 

Hope you enjoyed it anon!! 

(  P.S : i bawled like a baby and felt very bad about this.. lowkey want to get them back together but ... i usually try to stay true to the requests. ) 

#yoongi #min yoongi fics #min yoongi #yoongi smut

[hobiheavenly]

Karma’s Cravings pt. 3 (MYG)

✧ Min Yoongi x Reader

✧ Multichapter, Coffee Shop AU, E2L

✧ Warnings: multiple orgasms, cunnilingus (female receiving), penetration, slight dirty talk, slight angst

✧ Word Count: 4.3K

✧ Summary: Your life is going idyllically with your business with the exception of having to work with Min Yoongi who disapproves of your comercial tactics. but when one day a medium tells you he is to be the love of your life you are quick to shut her down but running away from fate can come with cause consequences.

✧ A/N: I DELIVER ONTO THEE THE SMUT! I’m sorry about the ending tho because I promise I want to prolong this a little more. Which means Yoongi and OC will be idiots for now... pls don’t hate me ;n;)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

You could see it in his eyes. It was only a matter of time for it. Yoongi had a dark look in his eyes and he seemed to have them dead set on you. The passion and the desire threatening to devour you in the process.

“Take our clothes off?” Yoongi asked “But ___, we haven't even kissed”

Yoongi gave you a seductive smile that shook you to the core. His eyes made you weak and all you could do is just sit there, mouth agape. He was getting closer and closer to you leaving you with nowhere to run. Moreover, you didn’t want to run. You couldn't move, body not responding to what your brain was ordering.

“We can take this slow if you want ____” his whisper made his voice drop lower, causing you to tremble.

The way your name comes out from his lips is sinful. Deep, sexy, and hypnotic. You tried to wake up from what can only be described as an attack to your emotions and your sex deprived pussy.

“What I tried to say was…..” But you didn't even finish your sentence. Yoongi abruptly kissed your lips, his lips plush lips moving on top of yours slowly and seductively. He embraced you, holding you close to him and instinctively you put your hands on his hard chest. Letting yourself go with the sensations that were forming in your mind, you let his masterful tongue explore your mouth and let go of all the emotions you had tried unsuccessfully to suppress. When he broke the kiss you both had to breathe heavily to recover the air missing air from your lungs.

“Ok, what was that?” You asked completely confused.

“Other than something amazing, I have no clue” Yoongi smiled as he saw directly into your eyes once again. He didn't know why he did it but he had felt better. All that pressure was going to kill him and when he kissed you he felt free, but there was a part of him that wanted more.

“Do you usually kiss every woman like that?” You smirked.

“No, only those who invite me to take our clothes off.”

“What I meant to say was that we should put on some dry clothes and take these off. But if you want to catch a cold, by all means.”

Yoongi smirked and separated from you as you tried to get off the counter. "She seems to enjoy torturing me" Yoongi thought a bit irritated. He tried to recover from what just happened and he looked as you walked to the phone. Your hips seemed to sway with a seductive rhythm while walking and the wet pants were still stuck to your skin making your butt look plump and round.

“As I was saying, it’s best we get naked so we can change out of these damp clothes and put on something dry before we get sick” You suggested.

“Yes, but unfortunately I don't carry around a spare change of clothes and I'm thinking you don't have men's clothes either”

“I don't have spare clothes, but my mannequins do so we can just use that.”

“Hell no! I prefer the suggestion of getting naked” Yoongi smiled trying to grab your hips and he hugged you “and while we are at it we can do other things”.

“Of course” you tried to turn around to see him. There was something enjoyable about the way he nestled his arms around you and the feeling of being in his arms. He kissed your neck sweetly as if he tried to convince you of the idea, and truth be told the idea didn’t seem so bad. Damn your conscience for waking up in the worst moment…

“NOT! What we should do is call the Car Association so they can help us with our cars and get some dry clothes and get a cookie while I'm at it. Now if you don't want to put on some dry clothes, feel free to stay in our wet clothes and get a cold. But you are not getting naked while I'm around.”

You pushed him away and went to the window where the male and female mannequins were and took off the clothes. It was more like lingerie but they were still useful pajamas. Hers was a red negligee that seemed to be a little small for you, and his was a black pajama bottom shorts (bordering on boxers) with a matching robe that had little red hearts printed all over.

“Hell no I am not going to put that on!” Yoongi said.

“Suit yourself” You shrugged “Get a cold for all I care.”

“Has anyone ever told you how obnoxious you are?”

“And has anyone ever told you that you whine too much? God! Now I'm remembering all the reasons why I don't like you!”

Yoongi kept looking at the pajama that you threw at him as you had went out back to grab a phone and call for help. He had gotten a little frustrated after seeing how much he had suffered inside just so you could blow him away. But even when you tried to ignore it, he could see you had been shocked and moved by his kiss. You had let loose just like he did and had enjoyed it. So then, why were you pulling away from him?

His mind came back for a second, eyes still looking at the ridiculous and tight pajama with little red hearts. There was no way on earth he was going put on that pajama! No way in hell…..

Yoongi couldn't believe he was actually wearing that stupid pajama. If Hoseok saw him he would be dying of laughter, especially considering that it’s his fault Yoongi was going through all this in the first place. If he hadn't told him that you were a good choice for him and that he needed a woman he wouldn't be having these thoughts about you.

No, there is someone else. Madame Karma! Somehow she did something. He might not be a believer of bad luck and curses, but maybe she was the one who stole his gasoline and made your car die out. And maybe she made the battery of both cell phones die out.

Yes it seemed easy to blame someone. But something in his mind made him think that this was all his fault, for not knowing how to control his needs. Yoongi didn't want you to see the lack of female entertainment he had. Though it seemed fun to see if you were up to the type of entertainment he desired to have.

You came back with a tray with two cups of coffee and a plate of cookies. There was a small cup with milk and a cup with sugar. As you put it on a coffee table in front of the sofa, you could feel Yoongi gaze still fixed on you. The red negligee you wore made you show your long silky legs. Unfortunately the size was tad bit small for your curves, almost showing your butt as you placed the tray on the table.

“Nice pajama” You smiled “glad to see you didn't want to get a cold.”

“Yes well you don't look so bad yourself” Yoongi looked at you up and down as he sat down on the sofa. He was sure the image of you in that negligee was gonna burn in his mind forever and be the star of many of his fantasies.

“Yes well I'm a size bigger than this but it's a good thing the fabric stretches” you said while trying to pull down the dress so it could cover some part of your legs, in vain “I called the Car Association and they told me that they would be here in a couple of hours. How would you like your coffee?”

“I want some decaf, I don't want to lose the sleep at night.”

“Don't worry I used decaf. I don't want to lose sleep either. Sugar?”

“One of sugar and very little milk” Yoongi grabbed his cup once it was prepared as you offered a cookie which he accepted. He remembered the way you had told him about the cookie, "BITE ME" you had said. And thinking about it now, it didn't seem like such a bad idea.

“Why don't you tell me about yourself?” You suggested, clearly needing a distraction from imagining him naked and in your arms. Yoongi looked at you puzzled, “You said I don't know you much so why don't you tell me about yourself.”

“Well there isn't much to say. I live alone and I mostly stick to my work. I don't have any family around so it’s just myself. Hoseok and I used to live together but he moved to another apartment close to his other job. I just don't have time for socializing. But Hoseok insists I get a woman or something like that.”

“I see” You sipped of your coffee “You seem to have the same thing as I do. Seokjin and his boyfriend insist so much about how I should get a boyfriend and well right now I just love my job so much I don't think I need to get a man. It's not like I haven't gone out on dates, but they always end up being too self-centered or too stupid or too nerdy. I have to say that if i were to choose between being with those guys or being alone, I prefer to be alone.”

“We finally agree on something” Yoongi chuckled “do you live on your own too?”

“Yeah, well after I told my father that I was going to start a coffee shop business he didn't seem to be very happy with it. So I started to get my independence and I moved out of my parents' house. Like you I was living with my friend Namjoon but after I introduced him to Seokjin. The two of them fell deeply in love and just made me feel like a bad third wheel. Don’t get me wrong I love them wholeheartedly and they’re my best friends, but there’s so much I can take of them having sex in the next room without loosing it. So now I live alone in a cute little studio. And what about you? Why do you live all alone?”

“My parents live in Daegu and they are sweet and simple people. My father particularly is a practical man, he owns small businesses and always told me strive for the same practicality he had developed so i wouldn’t struggle. At one point in my life I wanted to pursue music but when my dad found out he got rather pissed” Yoongi sighed, remembering the anger in his father's eyes, the disappointment him his mother's face.

“They kept saying it was only gonna lead me to a poor life. In the end, since my older brother decided on a different career path that was still acceptable to parents eyes, I followed in my father's steps. My mother seemed so proud of me when she saw me graduate from a career I had no interest in. But I never wanted to destroy that gleam in her eyes so I just kept doing this. I miss them from time to time but I manage to visit every so often.”

You looked at the man who you thought you knew all this time as an asshole and an idiot only to find a tender and loving man sitting in front of you. So there was more to this informal clone than meets the eye. To say that you were surprised at his confession was an understatement.

“I am so sorry” You said compassionately “I had no idea. No wonder you seem so tough.”

“Looks like you’re looking for more compliments” Yoongi smiled “Well ___, you are a very strong woman. And I have to say that you look spectacular in that dress.”

“You are only saying that so you can get another cookie” you laughed nervously trying to shake it off as one of his jokes, not wanting to show how much the compliment had really affected you.

“True but I still think so” Yoongi said giving you a sexy smile that caused your face to turn red as a tomato.

You turned around and tried to get the image of Yoongi naked, kissing you and making you scream in pleasure out of your mind. It didn't matter what that damn medium said, Yoongi is not your soul mate and you are NOT attracted to him.

"LIAR" a voice in your mind said as you scolded yourself, "Stop thinking of him like that, stop thinking of him in any way possible!"

You got back the cookie that was shaped like pair of lips and you extended it to him. “Here you go. Bite me!”

Yoongi grabbed your hand and he got up very close to you. “I think you should change the name of the cookie” Yoongi whispered in her ear, his deep tone creating a ticklish chill to spread all over your body.

“And what do you have in mind?”

“Kiss me” you could imagine his devilish smile as he uttered the words in your ear.

“Ok” was all you could say. That man took the words away from her without even thinking.

“Suddenly you agree with everything”

“That's what happens when a sexy guy talks sweetly into my ears” you blush deepened “ok then, kiss me!”

“And indeed I shall” he growled in response.

Yoongi got close to your lips and trapped them with his. He grabbed you again around him so you wouldn't escape this time. You felt the room spin and lose control of everything once more. It was addicting to feel him, the taste of the bitter coffee still lingering in his mouth. You grabbed onto to his neck as your legs wobbled, you weren’t going to last long. He started to taste the skin of your neck to your cleavage. There wasn’t any need to touch your breast with his hand, just the feeling of his lips on your skin was enough to have your nipples become hard.

“Yoongi, I am not going to last much like this” You said very softly.

“You’re right” Yoongi kept kissing you but he saw around the room “wanna see if your counter can support both our weight?”

Words had escaped your mind so you only nodded and he carried you once again to the counter. As you sat there, legs open feeling his increasing hard on press against your opening causing a moan escape your mouth. He began to kiss your lips passionately once again, both of you devouring each other with yearning as if every moment, every kiss would be the last. You wrapped your legs around his waist closing whatever distance there was left, as he was pulling the straps of your dress down.

Yoongi kissed your skin as you grabbed onto his shoulders and leaning your head back so he would have a better access of your body. Once your breasts were free, negligee covering only your hips down, he kissed each mound delicately causing your nipples to harden with the cool air and the sensation of his hands and lips on you.

Yoongi enjoyed the sensitivity you had to his touch, pleasured in the thought that the moans you were so deliciously exclaiming from your lips were caused by him alone bringing a sense of pride in him.

“Your skin is just as I imagined it” Yoongi said softly against you “it tastes of sugar and flowers. Delicious!”

“Oh, so you have been imagining this” you smiled seductively.

“Oh yes, and you don't know how much I have been wanting to taste you here” he touched your arms, “and here” he kissed your breasts “and very much here!”

Yoongi extended his hand all the way to your legs, to the center of your heat. You understood immediately what he tried to say. Instinct overtook you causing a certain shyness as he touched the outside skin of your cunt but it only took him one more deep kiss to dissolve all mental insecurity. Once he gained access, Yoongi opened his eyes wide and smiled.

“You aren't wearing nothing underneath” he said in a hot, husky voice. Yoongi’s fingers manages to take access of your already wet and hot pussy and dexterously finds

your clit tracing circles around it, playing with it like the button of a game console and you were his play game. The movement was sure to cause a sweet delightful moan to escape cursing the gods at how good that felt.

“I didn't think….ah….I would need it” you were struggling to think but with him touching you that way you were barely thinking straight “can’t believe this feels so good”

“Do you doubt my sexual abilities?” Yoongi introduces a nipple in his mouth, his tongue slowly dragging and licking them. This man is out to make you crazy. The mix of having him play with the sensitivity of both your clit and your nipple was enough to have you squirming and moving your hips back and forth.

“An office man who spends 75 percent of the time scowling shouldn’t be THIS good at sex” you joked, only causing him to increase the speed of his fingers causing you to scream at the increasing waves pleasure. You were close to the edge, so close you were just in the brink of deep diving into an orgasm, when suddenly Yoongi’s lips abandon your breast, slowly slithers down to your crotch, and smiles devilishly.

“Lucky for you, I love to prove people wrong”

If you were already dying of pleasure, it only took only stroke of his tongue in your clit to have you plunge into the most mind boggling orgasm you ever had in your life. Your thighs were trembling as Yoongi’s head was still between them. He grabs them with his hands to keep them still at the risk of you almost asphyxiating him trying to shut them close by instinct. In no moment does his tongue stop stroking your folds, eating you up like a starving man, drinking your fluids as if they were ambrosia in his mouth.

“So tasty…” You could see Yoongi’s mouth shining bright with your cum. You pulled him back to where you were as you kissed him again. Knowing well that if he stayed there any longer you continue driving you mad. He only kept kissing you till you were left without any air, lips swollen and the taste of your cum lingering in your mouth. You pulled his pajama bottom deciding that it wasn’t fair that only one of you to was so indecently naked but you were met with yet another surprise. Revealing that not only did he not have any underwear as well but his dick sprung out making your eyes widen at the sight. To say that Yoongi was well endowed was an understatement. The image of his hard cock making your mouth water.

“Holy shit your beautiful” you whispered.

“But not like you” Yoongi said “are you sure you want this?” Always a gentleman who asks for permission even when you know well enough he’s at the verge of losing his mind. He grabbed your chin and made head raise and see him eye to eye. “Use your words, Baby”

It was such a cute term of endearment that coming from his lips seemed foreign to you but delightful. You get close to him, your breath tickling his ear as you say in low husky voice, “Min Yoongi, I want your thick throbbing cock inside my wet hot pussy.”

You were never much for dirty talk. The words just naturally escaped your lips as if you’ve been saying them for a lifetime but as soo. As they were out there being heard by Yoongi your cheeks turned a deep red, a reaction that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

The man kissed your shoulder and touched the skin of your back causing a shiver to run all over. You just closed her eyes and let him do all the exploring he wanted. At this point he could fuck the everloving lights out of you and you wouldn’t mind. He grabbed something from his pocket, put on a condom as he continued to kiss your skin.

“Yoongi, I need you inside me…please…” you breathed heavily.

“As you wish my dear” Yoongi said positions his cock right in your hot entrance. The movement is slow but having your pussy all wet after your first orgasm helped the entrance of his cock a much smoother experience. You could feel him filling your walls, initially with a little bit of pain but soon it was replaced by delicious pleasure.

In a matter of minutes the pace increases quickly growing the intensity of each thrust. Perhaps it was the lack of sexual activity for both of you but it was euphoric to have each other become one. The tightness of your cunt welcoming his throbbing cock as if the gods themselves sang in heaven for this hot, dirty and wild reunion of your bodies.

You looked at Yoongi as he entered you, a drop of sweat starting to roll down his temple. His eyes were darkened with that intense desire you saw before but now the fire in his stare had increased to hellish levels. “Fuck I’ve been wanting to do this for so long! Who’s offering a slow trip to pleasure now?”

The reminder of your first encounter had been long forgotten but the phrase switched all memories on. To think he remembered after all this time made you smile in tenderness but the feeling was soon fucked away. His thrust become hard causing you to cry and whimper in an exquisite pain. “If I would have known….it was this good… I would have fucked you right that moment” you pant breathlessly meeting his hips with each trust.

The ripples of the oncoming orgasm was coming too soon for both of you. “That’s it baby, cum on my fucking cock” the obscene command echoed in your mind. Your mind, your body, your feelings and sensations were all in this man's hands. Your mind was drowning in the feeling, drowned in Yoongi…Yoongi… Yoongi….

“YOONGI” You screamed as your body convulsed in an overwhelming orgasm peaked all over your body, eyes opening wide rolling back as you were set in this high.

It was heaven, it was madness, it was bliss, it was sin. All at the same time. The orgasm you felt before was nothing compared to the feeling of coming on Yoongi’s dick,

It didn’t take long for him to follow after you. His final thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated until he releases his cum while inside you. You kissed his temples tasting the salty taste of his sweat and holding him tightly against you. Both of you didn’t want to let go of the moment, basking in the sexual afterglow.

“It’s too perfect!” You thought.

Suddenly they heard a something ring. Yoongi and you opened your eyes to see Yoongi’s pager go off. Seriously he must be the only person in existence to actually use one of those other than a doctor. He slowly let you go and went to grab the dreaded device.

“Damn, it's my boss” Yoongi rubbed his temples. As your mind settled in a thousand thoughts came running through. Almost like destiny...like karma…was this truly destiny though? Did Yoongi even like you or was it just the suggestive idea that brought forth interest of love and sex? And it wasn’t even love because he never said those words... neither did you. He turned around saw a disappointed frown grow on your face as you grabbed your clothes, “wait what are you doing?”

“Yoongi, I want you to be completely honest. If Madame Karma hadn’t told us that we were soulmates would you have made love to me?”

Would he? He knew he was attracted to you since the first day but it was only attraction. He wanted to say yes. But he himself wasn’t sure if what he felt was love. Never having experiences it makes it harder to distinguish. You take his silence as a sufficient answer.

“I know that what we just had was good, but is this really what we truly want or just what we think we want only because it was introduced to our mind? Plus I have my life and my coffee shop you’re my manager, that wouldn’t be the best thing to do professionally. I can't let you stop your job because of me. And even when all of this was amazing, I know we are very different from one another.”

“So you are regretting it” Yoongi tried to conclude.

“No it's not that! This had to happen sooner or later” You blushed “I admit I was hoping we would. But we work together, it would be a bit hard for us.”

“Let’s forget this” Yoongi said coldly, “you’re right, you work under me. Professionally it would not be wise” It sounded a bit harsh but it was true, this would make their work relation worse than what it already was. He got his clothes back on and for the rest of the night maintained a cordial silence between each other. Thankfully it didn’t last long since the car aids came just a few moments later. Once they had their cars fixed, they both went their different ways.

"Yes" you thought "Its best we kept our distance"

"Can't say I failed" Yoongi thought "I must have fallen in the temptation of the night. I mean it is Valentines Day. Even so…"

"I am never going to forget this night no matter how hard I try" you both thought.

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