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poutyniall · 3 months
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lesbiansloveseokjin · 2 months
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day 168/639 of yoongi's military service
this selca was posted on 141120 with the caption:
Minsuga (22.Hong Kong Travel Expert) I’m going to Hong Kong for the first time in my life!! I’ll return safe and sound~~
(trans cr: stella @ bts-trans)
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‘Butter’ Jacket Shoot Sketch Day Three - Suga
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joonsweeties · 1 year
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his tongue technology ✵⁎
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suga-kookiemonster · 11 months
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Ok!
Drabble game: Yoongi.
"so the tongue technically wasn't a metaphor?"
😀
You lay there, flabbergasted at what just happened, body still trembling. 
Yoongi looks up from where he has gotten comfortable between your thighs, lips quirking in amusement at whatever he sees on your face. “You still with me?” he teases.
He really just did that. Just knocked all breath from your lungs, all sensical thought from your brain, with a few expert swipes of tongue. 
He kisses a thigh. “Hey. You okay?”
“So the tongue technology wasn’t a metaphor,” you croak.
He looks way too smug, but you can’t even be mad about it. He did that. “I don’t lie.”
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pnkmonstersworld · 1 year
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Min Yoongi YTC Busan.
Anyway so I am a flat earther now. 😳
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kookie-suga · 11 months
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D-Day Tour lock screen wallpaper
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petitmeowmeow · 1 year
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bessie2794 · 1 year
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rantingravingliving · 2 years
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Yoongi. ENOUGH.
You have done enough damage this week with this:
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And through the years ...
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And with these, my faves:
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And now, you post this?! In all your barefaced glory? With your bedhead and knowing look?
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Okay. Carry on.
Bonus: A little Silk Sonic for Thirsty Thursday ft. This Yoongi.
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poutyniall · 2 months
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Sir?
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bluemari23 · 27 days
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inspiration || min yoongi
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summary: you had been called to your soulmates studio for "inspiration" and walked into an unexpected but not unwelcomed situation. pairing: yoongi x reader genre: smut warnings: mr tongue technology himself, pussy eating, clothes ripping, face sitting, overstimulation masterlist
To be honest, you're not exactly sure how you got into this position. You were just supposed to come to the studio to help your boyfriend with his mental block. You were just supposed to come and give him inspiration. That was it.
"C'mon baby girl." You looked at your boyfriend, laying down on the couch in his studio. He was motioning you toward him, his hand waving you in his direction.
"Hi baby. What do you need me for?" You can't help but ask him, not sure what inspiration you can be for him and his music. You didn't feel inspirational and was confused by his text message.
"Come here baby. Come sit." You slowly move forward, now noticing the smirk on Yoongi's lips, knowing he was up to something.
Once you make it close enough, Yoongi pulls you forward, towards his face until you have to catch yourself on the top of the couch. You were know kneeling over his chest and had a good idea of what your boyfriend wanted you to do.
"Yoongi, this is your studio. What if someone comes in?" You try to talk your way out of it, not exactly feeling comfortable knowing anyone with the code could come in.
"Don't worry baby." Yoongi groans out as he rips the bottom of your leggings, your underwear now on display. "I locked the door with my phone when you came in. No one will see my pretty baby while I pleasure her."
You don't even have a chance to say anything else before he rips your underwear as well and pulls you to his mouth.
You squeal at the feeling of his lips on you as he groans at the taste of you finally on his tongue.
Yoongi had been having an off day, really. He had a deadline for the song he was working on, and couldn't come up with anything worthy of having the stamp 'Produced by Suga" on it.
He couldn't help but to think of you, knowing his best songs that are beloved by Army were thought of when he was with you. So, he texted you, already coming up with a way to get the inspiration he needed.
Plus, he loved being with you and watching your face when you come on his tongue is his favorite thing.
"Yoongi" You whine out, moving one of your hands to grip at his hair, pulling it as you writhe on his tongue. He only moans at the feeling of you pulling his hair, moving his tongue up your slit to suck at your clit.
"Please please please" You plead, not even knowing what you were asking for, but Yoongi did. He knew exactly what you wanted and always knew how to caress your body to the tune of his inner song.
He moved back a little, giving you a little reprieve before diving back in, licking a long stipe up your slit before moving back down, pressing his tongue against your cunt, in and out while his nose nudged against your slit. He knew you loved when he did this, the stimulation helping you to orgasm.
He helped you move your hips, riding his lips as he tried to prolong your orgasm, loving the sounds you made. He could practically feel your thighs quaking against the sides of his head.
This- this was the inspiration he needed.
Once the overstimulation kicked in, he pulled you back, your tired body now sitting and falling onto his chest from exhaustion.
"Thank you baby. That was just what I needed." Yoongi sighed out, helping you to actually lay on his chest and pulling the blanket he kept on the couch over you.
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not allowed xv, m | myg, jjk
pairing(s): est. poly relationship – yoongi x reader x jungkook
summary: Ah, yes, Christmas. What does this time make you think of? Giving thoughtful gifts? Aggressively festive songs? Milk and Kookie cookies? Ah, how silly of me, you're right. Your fuck-versary! That faithful day Min Yoongi sent you Jeon Jungkook as a, ahem, v horny Christmas gift. How should we celebrate? ;)
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; everyone is horny and has heart-eyes; feels+smut (fem reader, detailed m-receiving oral + tongue technology, all the kisses, various sex acts and multiple orgasms); idol!BTS - Yoongi x reader x Jungkook; reader is JK’s noona; 2022 Christmas; based on real time
part of ‘not allowed’ series, but can be read alone. basic summary: your bf asked JK to fuck you, twice, and then on the regular. blue haired JK. 2021 YG birthday, ‘Butter’, wiyllt remix. new skill acquired, JK’s sheer pj punishment, 2021 JK birthday, during PTD in LA, 2022 HNY, 2022 YG birthday, PTD in LV, 2022 JK birthday
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“You would think...” For someone who could barely breathe at the moment, you were speaking evenly and casually. Calm under pressure. Most of the time. “That Jeon Jungkook is the bad boy, with all the tattoos and the motorcycle and that insanely sexy stage presence, but, actually, it’s Min Yoongi who hasn’t changed one bit.”
Said man only needed one hand to pin down your wrists as he straddled your chest. He had long fingers and they were very dexterous. He tilted his head with the lazy lift of an eyebrow, his thick, luscious black hair framing his fair face in seductive waves that glowed from the overhead lights. Normally that kind of lighting was quite unflattering, but this was SUGA of BTS. He defied all logic.
Also, Yoongi had a great dermatologist.
“That kid is a bad boy,” he replied, deep voice low and steady, his tongue tracing his upper lip slowly. He must have been taking your advice and remembering to use lip balm this winter. Good on him. “He never listens, he’s loud except when he’s supposed to be entertaining for the camera, which is then apparently prime time for napping, and, worst of all…”
You smiled. Couldn’t really move much anyway. Yoongi placed his free hand on the elastic waistband of his black joggers and looked rather peeved, which only further amused you.
“He’s late.”
He closed in his thighs, yanked his pants down, and shoved his hard cock into your open mouth.
What was better than a partridge in a pear tree?
Dick, duh.
You liked to suck dick at all angles. There were advantages to each one, but flat on your back with Yoongi leaning forward to let gravity sink him as far as possible into your throat was up there as a favorite. The whole holding down both your wrists with one hand with his other clutching the headboard was more for horny aesthetics than it was for practicality. You didn’t need your hands anyway. You expertly curled your tongue around his length, feeling him all over and licking his balls, listening to him moan as he pressed his hips forward even more, sucking in a tight breath as your throat closed in around him.
His weight was off your chest now, but you still couldn’t breathe.
You didn’t mind, really.
“Fuck…”
You ran your tongue from his balls touching your lower lip to the back of your throat, underneath the pulsing head and across the slit, really having to work for that as you felt the sides of your neck relax and expand a bit to make room for him. Rubbed in slow circles, precise and confident.
You opened one eye.
Yoongi was looking down at you. Black-brown eyes narrowed, breathing hard.
“Show-off,” he muttered.
Oh, yeah, and you aren’t?
Instead of answering your wordless question, he started fucking your face.
Slow, stable, deliberate. Matching his breathing. Too fast and that would risk making you cough or hurting you. It didn’t feel good if the pace was too quick anyway. He wanted to feel everything your mouth was doing, from the viscosity of your saliva, to your throat muscles massaging him, to your powerful tongue continuously moving, all of it creating a warm, wet sleeve to slide into every time he descended. Pleasure was better when savored.
Yoongi savored every second.
You crossed your legs and let your mouth and neck do all the work. Still fully clothed, letting your boyfriend face-fuck you also still mostly clothed, save for his pants and underwear halfway down his thighs, doing this while waiting for your other boyfriend to arrive.
Had to kill time somehow.
Yoongi growled deep in his chest. Sinful pleasure laced in the carnal sound. You sneaked a peek to see his eyes closed, his head lowered and almost touching the wall, soft pink lips open, warm breath floating down, his hand flat against the headboard. He was holding himself up with his knees, one by the right side of your head and the other under your left arm.
Maybe not the most visually pleasing angle for someone watching, but it was the best angle to get that deep suck, you know?
You brought the sides of your cheeks inward, tightening around his slick, hard shaft, pushing the sensitive, velvety head against the roof of your mouth with your tongue. His breathing was becoming irregular, laced with lust, climbing for the high. He didn’t let you control the pace. You would have made him orgasm a lot faster if you had more autonomy. It was already too fast for him. You could tell he was close by the way his eyebrows furrowed and his increasingly annoyed scowl.
“Fuck… Fuck, feels too fucking good…”
You probably shouldn’t have been turned on by your own power, but, oh well.
You lifted your head to follow his rhythm, your nimble tongue drifting from side-to-side to create additional stimulation and Yoongi hissed, fuck you, under his breath, fully aware you were in control despite him being the one driving his dick halfway down your throat. Your lips closed tight around him, additional softness rubbing against the base of the head. Your jaw and neck were definitely feeling the muscle strain, but honestly his slower pace had eased the worst of it.
This was why it was important to warm-up before every workout.
“Gonna cum… ah…”
Your name tumbling from his mouth in a soft, exasperated sigh, his head rising and tipping back, his hips thrusting down and shooting into wet tightness. Thick, twitching spurts flooding the back of your throat, closing your eyes to focus on the taste, strong and intense and now yours. Swallowing and feeling him shudder. The hand on the headboard curling and turning into a fist, whole body trembling with waves of uncontrollable ecstasy that was both orgasm and the additional stimulation of your tongue softly stroking his still-hard cock.
He let go of your wrists and placed both hands on the above the headboard, the crown of his head hitting the wall as he panted, barely holding himself up as you continued nonchalantly sucking his dick. His black hair was so long now that it covered his face, dark waves shrouding his eyes, leaving you to stare at the bottom of his chin and his open mouth, raspy exhales trickling down. You could breathe a little better now, considering he wasn’t at maximum hardness.
You heard the front door click open and then close.
Yoongi didn’t even move.
“Brr, it’s cold outsi–Hey! Come on, hyung! That’s not allowed on Christmas!”
“You’re late,” the older man grunted, his tone rough and deep. Still facing the wall as you settled your hands on his tense thighs, pulling his pants down some more so you could lap at his balls in addition to his cock. “At least be on time for Christmas.”
“Noona!”
You didn’t respond, mostly because you had dick in your mouth.
Honestly, it was almost strange. For many years, you had spent Christmas alone, keeping the television on with the various year-end shows playing continuously. Might as well work overtime during the holiday and watch the BTS performances when they came on. Making money wasn’t so bad. You didn’t give yourself time to be upset about seeing your boyfriend on-screen rather than having him beside you half-asleep with his phone dumped into your lap. It was what it was. Then, everything slowed down, with the pandemic and all.
And then, Yoongi gave you Jeon Jungkook as a present.
Sort of.
Well, the maknae had wanted to make out with your face for a while. The feeling was mutual, not that you were going to take it that far until Jungkook started stripping right in front of your bulging eyeballs (it had taken you a while to fully register that Yoongi was serious about this, ahem, gift). Now that you thought about it, Christmastime could be considered the… anniversary of Jungkook and you banging.
Your fuck-versary?
Sure.
It was weird to think this was normal now, sitting up after Yoongi climbed off you and scooting down into the warm and fierce embrace of Jeon Jungkook. Almost surreal, kissing that underlip mole and nuzzling his cheek, your thighs around his waist with too many layers of fabric in-between – Jungkook liked being a fabric mountain, heh – playfully knocking off his oversized bucket hat and sending his black hair fluffing out, covering his face in messy waves.
“Did you miss me, noona?”
“Of course, with your work being all hush-hush and you refuse to post even minuscule photos on Instagram, you punk.”
The younger man just laughed mischievously, because he was indeed a bad boy.
There was a time, not that long ago, when you sat alone during the holidays. Always a busy time for BTS, hustling hard when they were younger, and even busier in their rising popularity. Seeing all the photos of their smiling faces at extravagant award shows, and you had accepted that this was how life would be. You didn’t want anybody but Min Yoongi. Okay, fine. Maybe as the years went on a certain Golden Maknae was catching your eye too. Anyway! The point was, you didn’t feel upset or lonely, because this was the life Yoongi wanted, and you wanted Yoongi to have the life he wanted. You didn’t live your life yearning for what could be, but rather in the abundance of what you had (plus, you never a bad photo of Yoongi, ever, ARMY was too talented and he was too handsome).
Also, you, cough, had too many photos of Jeon Jungkook for some mysterious reason.
Yoongi noticed and he did something about it.
As for the life you wanted?
Well, for you, that life wasn’t what, but who.
You held Jungkook’s face in your hands. Your fingers fanning over his cheeks, and he beamed at you, starry brown eyes and infectious bunny-like smile. You smiled back, staring into those windows of a (superstar) glowing soul, enjoying this meaningful silence.
A fluttery feeling in your chest.
Soaring.
High like the moon, rock–
Yoongi’s mockingly disapproving face appeared over Jungkook’s shoulder, frowning at you with accompanying frowny eyebrows.
“Gross. He’s making you soft.”
You weren’t bothered.
“Someone sounds j-e-l-l-y, JK.”
The youngest snickered. “Big time jelly.”
Someone sounded grumpy. “You’re aging backwards.”
But before Yoongi could escape in faux disgust, your hand shot out and you dragged him back, running your touch over his cheek and into his luscious black hair. His inhale catching. Closer, twisting your body to bring your lips centimeters from his, meeting a falsely indifferent expression. Reading him, clear as day. Your lashes lowered, slowly trailing back up, locking eyes, taking his breath away with the way you looked at hm.
“I love admiring you too, Yoongi.”
Something shimmered in those dark feline eyes. Stop acting so suave. The corner of your lips quirked up, the hint of a wicked smirk. His cheek twitched, trying to find the right words to wrongly tease you again, but nothing came out.
You fully smirked, open-mouthed and familiar.
Yoongi leaned as far forward as Jungkook’s broad shoulder would allow him to.
“You only get away with this behavior because you’re so fucking beautiful and I love you,” he whispered, dangerous and low and smokey, binding you up with his words.
Thankfully, you didn’t mind these ropes.
“Don’t forgot to add how well I suck dick,” you purred, grinning.
Yoongi chuckled and escaped your hand, giving Jungkook back his moments with you.
You turned back to meet narrowed eyes and a childish pout.
“How come every time you look at hyung, the horny in the air increases to four-hundred percent? What’s all the sexy for?” Jungkook grumbled, squeezing your waist, his questions actually meaning, give me some of that sexy!
You rested your elbows on his shoulders and advanced, foxy smile dancing on your lips.
“Uh oh, possessive-perilla-leaf boy is coming out,” you teased.
The Golden Maknae puffed his cheeks. “I mean… You’re mine too,” he mumbled defensively.
You stroked his ear with your knuckles. “Mhm.” Exhale, letting your breath warm his cool cheek. Your lips grazing his skin, and those downcast eyes darted up, his inhale stilling as your fingernail trailed over the curve his ear, toying with his earrings. Light kisses, barely there. He shivered under them, anticipation building, gripping your waist in his large hands, and then your mouth was by his ear, speaking so softly that even he could barely hear.
“I love being yours.”
His tiny gasp getting lost in his throat. Your teeth nicking the curve of his ear. Your tongue dragging down his neck, leaving a thin wet line and following it with kisses. Faint whimper when your hands traveled all over his body. Through his hair, down his shoulders, over his arms, his sides, across his back, occasionally digging your nails in, clawing at the fabric between your touch and his skin, a graceful feral, and Jungkook was falling into that state too, reaching between your bodies, fervently pushing up hems, almost desperate.
It was coming.
Something they all had to do.
It made these memories all the more intense. You were already two people too passionate about giving their all, but even more so now as each of the dates were slowly being set.
You didn’t just kiss Jungkook. You made love to his lips. To that trembling mouth and flickering tongue, layering soft and rough, unpredictable and exciting pattern. Breathing in his clean scent, enriching the moment. The same attention to his skin, pressing your kiss to the mole on his nose, to the mole under his lower lip, the one his cheek, his neck, all over him. Hands memorizing his skin, the softness of his hair, the solidness of his fingers interlocking with yours. Every detail. All the little things, the weight of his body over yours, his laugh fluttering between shared kisses, his needy whine when your hand travelled up his inner thigh, pleading you to give him more.
The way Jungkook looked at you.
I love being yours.
In every kiss, every caress, every shared glance. Those heavenly brown eyes spoke to you as much as his body did, so obvious and natural that even he wasn’t aware that you were reading him. To him, it was magic that you knew what he wanted. You responded to his visceral desires, pushing him down on the bed and trailing love down his chest, kisses and nicks and licks, closer and closer, bringing your lips to hot, taut skin.
Your name in that silvery voice.
Promising you, always with you, still with you even if he was busy travelling the world or performing his duties.
You assured him that you heard his promise, pouring everything you were into these moments. Intense, alive, present, never taking any second of time for granted, filling those seconds with an many sensations as you could physically possibly do. Throat, tongue, lips. Your body against his tense legs, fingertips across his abs, nails digging into his sides, piercing gaze witnessing those distinctively handsome features overcome with pleasure, biting back his whines and thrusting into your mouth, losing himself in your controlling, measured pace.
You being on top meant Jungkook couldn’t escape.
You could make him cum whenever you wanted.
“Ooooh… f-fuck!”
Twice.
One after the other.
While watching Yoongi appreciate your hard work in between orgasms.
Knowing smirk, amused.
Jungkook was gripping the sheets and gasping, body flinching under your hands, moans tumbling from his chest as you licked around his length and swallowed leisurely, crying out softly at the sensitivity and then trying to cover it up by biting his lower lip, silver ring gleaming at the edge, his eyes squeezed shut and his black hair all over his face.
“N-Noona, please… please…”
Jungkook cracked his eyes open. You gazed back at him, swirling your tongue around the pulsating head, soft but firm, wordlessly asking, hm? Unbothered, of course.
Those big peepers begged, I’m just a man!
You gradually licked upwards, popping your lips off him, enjoying his little gasp.
“Very tasty today. You must be eating well,” you commented.
Pink blossomed over his cheeks. “I… I haven’t cum since the last time we f-fucked…”
“That’s your fault.”
Big pout. “You’re busy too!”
“Not as busy as you.”
“This is a riveting argument,” a raspy voice cut in, reminding Jungkook that his hyung was, yup, right beside him. Pink became bright red. “But I’m still horny, so, scoot up.”
All embarrassment disappeared a few minutes later when your lips were on Jungkook’s once more, with your hand around his once again rock-hard length and bouncing forward from Yoongi thrusting into your tight, dripping pussy, fluster replaced with lust and love. Drowning in the high, electric and sensual. Body to body to body. Messy kisses, tangled limbs, hotter than hot, aching for more. Your thighs around Jungkook’s waist, loud smacks of crotch to crotch as your rode him with Yoongi’s hands all over your breasts and his skillful lips on your neck, pinching your nipples with every love bite, driving you to the edge again and again and again, one more, and the limit was not enough, one more, your shivering, slick walls clenching around two of Yoongi’s fingers, fast and hard and rough, one more, then Jungkook’s, clutching his tattooed forearm, admiring the crisp inked lines and hard muscle as he fingered you, rubbing your clit at the same time, a symphony of moans with every orgasm, saturating the air with thick, heavy lust.
You loved them.
You told them with every kiss, every caress, every shared glance.
Breathless and spent, and, despite that, I love you.
You kissed Min Yoongi, holding him to you, a love deeper than the ocean, harmony in darkness that only he and you could understand.
You kissed Jeon Jungkook, holding him to you, a love that seemed to be expanding faster than the universe itself, energetic and endless.
“I love you.”
Whispers within walls. A forever secret, but you didn’t mind at all, because you had everything, right here, the life you wanted not in what but in who, interlocking fingers, one guitar-scarred hand and a tattooed one. Good thing you had two hands so you could hold both, and you did, tightly, blazingly warm inside despite the freezing cold outside.
No gifts needed, just happiness.
What?
Okay, fine.
And sex.
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drabble before the solo tour, time is slipping away
part xvi "I would never do anything that is not allowed."
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WHAT SEX WITH YOONGI WOULD BE LIKE (SUGA pt. 3)
~ everyone’s favorite part, based on the character as described in part 1 and part 2. Masterlist here.
*NSFW CONTENT*
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• While it would initially take a while to warm up to her, he would want to have sex pretty quickly once they are in a relationship. Judging by his dirty lyrics and expertise at teasing us with his hip thrusts and tongue on stage, I see Yoongi as a relatively sexual person.
• He’s generally extremely respectful and refrains from wandering eyes, but when he decides he wants her, he’s hungry for her and can’t resist a glance or two at her curves.
• I don’t think he would be overly dominant, if at all. He would be gentle and have a soft touch, and let her take the lead if she wanted.
• Although he could maybeeeee channel Agust D and be gently dominant if he was in the mood, teasing her to the ends of the earth.
• “Naughty girl. What should I do with you?” (Whatever the fuck he wants is what).
• This man has a lot of self control though, he would never get riled up inappropriately (in public, prematurely etc.) and make sure she is fully satisfied before it’s his turn.
• He really loves and appreciates a woman’s body, and would kiss every inch of her as he takes her clothes off.
• He would love kissing her neck because he knows how much it turns her on, and he would enjoy having his neck kissed too.
• I see his favorite feature being boobs for some reason. He would lick and suck her nipples for so long that she would get bored.
• Trademark tongue technology. He would eat her out frequently and be damn good at it. He would not be shy about the act and lick her enthusiastically. She’s one lucky girl (my legs would be shaking violently if I were her).
• A devious little smirk before going down on her because he KNOWS the damage he’s about to do.
• Would definitely let her ride his face.
• Watches her expression the whole time to make sure she’s enjoying herself. He is very analytical and would calculate exactly what is working for her in which spots.
• I think nowadays Yoongi is quite confident and comfortable in himself, and this would reflect in bed.
• I actually also see him as being somewhat experienced; he would be so good at making her cum every time. Multiple orgasms would not be difficult with those skilled tongue and hands.
• Like Namjoon, he would really enjoy/get off on pleasing her, stroking himself as he goes down on her.
• His veiny hands and long, dexterous fingers has anyone weak. His d probably resembles a similar fashion.
• He would fucking love making her wet, licking is pretty fingers clean after hitting her g-spot inside her.
• For positions, I see him liking her on top, riding him while sitting up face to face on the sofa or from behind in the shower. Or spooning as a result of getting horny from cuddling, rubbing her clit while getting his body as close to hers as possible.
• Handjobs/blowjobs while he’s working to help him relax. He would be annoyed to be interrupted at first, but give in the second he feels her on him. Would love to cum on her tits (but probably not her face/in her mouth, as that could feel disrespectful to him).
• He would be happy to oblige to any request as long she’s happy.
• If she had a high sex drive, he would indulge her whenever she wanted but would never push when she didn’t. He would often please her without expecting anything in return.
• He would not be very vocal, but when he is his grunts would be deep and raspy. He would love for her to be unapologetically loud, though.
• Would be attentive and loving afterwards and provide aftercare in the event she wanted it.
• They might clean up by taking an intimate shower together, then follow up with snacks and games or a movie (or straight to sleep).
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stormblessed95 · 2 years
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Yoongi a Queer King
Yoongi is so just low key loud about not being straight. He thrusts to his Cypher 3 bar about making men and women cum with his tongue in every single Cypher 3 performance. For everyone saying it's just the lyrics, he specifically made the lyrics a bar by implying its both pulling people into his music through his rap with his "tongue technology" and he references to being good at oral. The double meaning is what makes the bar so good. And the fact that he references this specially about both genders? He isn't just playing around with yall. He knows what he did, he knows what this means and what it implies and he makes sure the bar comes across both ways by highlights the sexual double meaning with his hip thrust there as well.
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Stop playing with this man! I'm not here to label his sexuality, but trying to insist this man is straight feels like just sticking your head in the sand at this point honestly. And I've given tons of examples before for his "rainbow moments" too, but I'm just adding a few more while I'm here anyway lol such as his predebut photo energy, top notch baby gay energy lol
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In the Danger MV, the room that was "Suga's room" he was introduced in playing basketball, had pride posters up on the wall
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His Paldogangsan rap lyrics with a line about finding Gyeongsang guys attractive
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And his choice of a dance battle move in AHL?! YOONGI PLEASE
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This catwalk energy?! Please
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Yoongi posting his own gay cowboy themed AU staring Namseok back in the day 🤣🤣🤣
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(Living out those gay cowboy dreams in PTD too lmfaooo)
Pansexual lighting during Butter Concept shoots?? Maybe?? Lol
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Point still stands. To think this man must be straight after EVERYTHING? It's being purposefully obtuse at this point. But what do I know 🤷🏻‍♀️
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Ok this is silly and stupid but I was wondering about bts's sexualities hehe
So I think jm, jk and yg are definitely queer.
Seokjin is definitely straight
Namjoon might be straight
Hoseok is a tough one. He's probably straight but is extremely supportive of the queer folks.
Teahyung seems straight too. Only time I've seen him checking a man out was jin tho. They have real chemistry but too bad jin's straight lol
What do you think?
Taejin ... straight
Minimoni ... Bi
Jhope ... Straight. There is a way he acts that tells me he might not be into dudes. If he's not then he's just not attracted to any of his members 😂😂 He could be Bi though coz Irene is like one of his closest friends and she always comments with a rainbow under his posts so idk what that means 🤭🤭 he's definitely an ally though 💯
Yoonkook gay. Super gay. So very much gay. 😂 I mean, Suga says his tongue technology can drive BOTH sexes crazy so that's something to consider, ig... 🤔
But...idk. dude looks like he's getting some on the reg and I have this feeling its a boyfriend, not a girlfriend. But that's just me. He been looking good though lately, damn.
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JK though I have 0 doubts he only bats for one team. We have seen some of the others look at women some type of way at one point or another and have heard them talk some type of way that alludes to them being partial to women. But JK.... nothing. JK and women we have nothing. Only what his Y/Ns make up. If he liked pussy he would have slipped up at some point like RM and V do 😂😂 😂 Someone said even at American award shows JK when watching the female singers his reactions were like "yas Queen!" Or "you go girl!" It wasn't because he found them hot or whatever. That tickled me 😂😂
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