#gaeguuliii

Oh noooo I'm so sorry you missed so much!! Thank you for telling me, I'll go ahead and fix it right now 😊 and you didnt bother me at all!

I hope you like the chapters you are able to catch up on!

ILY 😁

Ps: do I need to tell you I love your work..? BECAUSE I DO.

You smelled the food in the air the moment you walked into your apartment. You groaned at how nice it smelled, kicking your shoes off and hanging your jacket.

“Babe?” you called for your boyfriend but got no reply. When you reached the kitchen, you found Yoongi with his back to you, in front of the stove, just sweatpants and an apron on as he busied himself with a pan. Your eyebrows rose high at the sight. “Babe, I’m home.”

This time he heard you, looking at you over his shoulder and giving you a bright, gummy grin. “Hey, love! Come here, give me a kiss,” he asked, pouting his lips as he wanted for you.

You chuckled and walked to him, giving him a quick peck. Your hand landed on his bare back, stroking him slightly as you peeked over him to see what was on the pan. A thick, golden-brown steak was having a hot butter bath underneath Yoongi’s spoon, sizzling as he kept coating it again and again with its own juices.

“That smells delicious,” you told him.

Yoongi smiled. “It’ll be ready in a minute, love,” he explained. “There’s also smashed potatoes in the oven, can you get those out for me?”

You nodded and opened the oven. Even the potatoes looked amazing, crisp and well seasoned. You sighed as you placed them on the counter. “They look amazing, babe. I’m jealous.”

Yoongi frowned. “What do you mean jealous?” he asked as he turned off the stove and place the steak on a plate. Then he looked at you all serious. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

You sucked in a breath through your teeth. “Actually… I just ate.”

The man’s mouth and shoulders dropped. “What?”

You rushed to his side, holding him in an attempt to be forgiven. “I’m sorry! You know, I was out with the guys and-”

“But you said you were going for drinks after work, not for food!” he whined, body still and not reciprocating your hug.

“I know, but we got hungry…” The guilt was pooling at the pit of your stomach; you really hadn’t thought about this twice, and Yoongi’s heartbroken face was killing you.

“But I made all of this for you!” he whined even more desperately.

Your arms closed tighter around him, mimicking his tone. “I didn’t know you were cooking. I’m so sorry, baby!”

Yoongi pushed you away, looking at you with a prominent pout. “Why didn’t you tell me? I mean, you decided to eat out, you should let me know so that I can decide what I’ll eat too, right?”

You bit your lip as you slowly reached for him, trying to grab him by the arm. “You’re right. I’m really sorry. I screwed up.”

The man huffed, pulled away from you, looking around the kitchen. “I cooked all of that… Now it’s all a waste.”

“No, no, no…” you quickly said. “It’s not a waste. Look, I’ll eat some too, okay?”

“No, but you just ate…”

“It’s okay, I want to try some anyway.”

Yoongi gave you a glare through his lashes and snorted. He grabbed one plate with a steak, added a few potatoes, and plumbed on his seat with that same pout still on. “Whatever,” he mumbled. He cut into his rare, tender steak almost aggressively and shoved a bite into his mouth. The corners of your lips were turned downward as you watched him, nearing very slowly as if you were scared he would run away like a wild animal.

You sat right next to him, a hand landing on his thigh and stroking him softly. “Baby,” you called, but he ignored you, eyes never leaving his plate. You moved your head closer, chin resting on his shoulder. “Baby, please don’t be mad…” You peppered kisses on the side of his neck, but he still didn’t budge. You sighed. “Yoongi, baby, why are you so upset? It was a simple miscommunication. How was I supposed to know you were cooking dinner if you didn’t tell me either?”

He finally looked at you, still pouting even as he was chewing. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Oh?”

Yoongi turned back to his plate, playing with his food a bit. “I got home early, and since you were out, I thought I’d make you something delicious to eat. You are always the one who cooks, and I wanted to make something for you for once.”

“Baby…” you sulked.

“I tried to make it really nice,” he continued. “I got annoyed because I wanted to treat you nice and I can’t.”

“Of course you can!” you chirped. “I told you, let me try. I want to honor your food, babe.” And you opened your mouth wide, waiting for a bite. Yoongi chewed the inside of his cheek a bit, but cut up a piece of meat and fed it to you. Looking at you expectingly as you took your time to savor it. “My God, it’s amazing, baby!”

“You like it?”

You nodded so fast. “I love it. Makes me want to eat the whole thing.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him many kisses all over his face, Yoongi grimacing and pulling away, his little act of not wanting affection. “So perfect, my baby!” you praised him. “You are an amazing cook and boyfriend! I’m so lucky, I literally have the best man.”

“Yah! That’s enough. Let me eat,” he whined, but you could tell his whole mood had changed from the way he was trying not to smile.

“You know,” you whispered, your hand playing a bit with his hair before stroking his naked back. “My stomach may be full, but I’m definitely hungry to eat something else.”

Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes before narrowing them, a smirk on his lips as he licked them slowly. And you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“Sure,” he said with a raspy voice. “That might be a good start to make this up to me.”

Studio sex with Yoongi? Need I say more? 😏

this... turned out sweeter than it probably had to be? fluff

Your boyfriend had asked you to stop by his studio after your work because he wanted to show you something. It wasn’t the first nor the last time he was making such a request, and you picked up a coffee for him on your way there with a smile on your face. He looked very happy to see you, almost surprised even though he expected you. Maybe it was the coffee he was making heart eyes to, though.

“I want you to listen to this song,” he explained. You had guessed it already. He always wanted to share with you his creations. Although this one was different, you noticed before it even started playing because of the way Yoongi was biting his lip and looking at you with wide eyes. He was never that nervous for you to listen to his songs, usually rather proud and confident of them. But when he handed you a piece of paper with the lyrics scribbled messily on it, his handwriting, you felt goosebumps.

For you.

The music was soft, and Yoongi’s voice calm over the tune, as he rasped out rhymes about love, about feeling whole, about being the happiest he’s ever been. About you. You recognized little comments that only the two of you would be able to understand, you listened to your boyfriend explain how much you meant to him via smart metaphors and lines fit for poets. And you felt so overwhelmed you were about to cry, watching his face with your chest swelling with affection while he watched yours in an attempt to see if you liked it.

“What do you think?” he asked after the song came to a halt. And he didn’t have time to even take one breath after that before you were crushing your lips on his. Yoongi stumbled back, trying to hold up your weight as you literally threw yourself at him, arms wrapping quickly around your waist.

“I love you so much,” you gasped out against his mouth, before continuing to kiss him desperately. A moan was heard in the back of his throat, hold on your body getting tighter. And you shuffled even closer, making his legs hit his desk and almost fall over his music equipment.

“Baby,” he whispered, panting to fill his starved lungs back up.

You were too gone to listen to him. Hands dipped in his hair as you held his head to suck his face even more, tongue fighting against his in a way that made your knees weak. You slipped between his thighs, still trying to press closer to him as your brain was exploding with affection that screamed something along the lines of Eat Him. Bite Him. Ugh. Swallow Him Whole Right Now. And the speed at which you were needy for him already, grinding your hips into his to try and feel his growing erection, was so staggering.

Yoongi’s hands were struggling to keep his body up against the desk, things being pushed and following off without a care. But when you whined, “I need you right now,” he was moving again. He pushed you away and grabbed you by the wrist, quickly pulling you in the recording space and closing the door behind him. Don’t want people to hear how good he was about to fuck you. He tried to unzip your pants and you helped him in order to go faster, and so he pulled his down instead. And when you were naked from the waist down, he growled under his breath and grabbed your legs, making you straddle his waist. And your back was leaning against the soft walls covered with the soundproofing foam.

“Fuck,” he gasped when he pressed the tip of his dick on you, trying to find your entrance blindly. “So wet. Because of my song?”

“Because of you.”

Yoongi pressed his cock into you, slipping past the initial barrier and stretching you out with his thickness. And you moaned so loud. Just like he had predicted, you were screaming as he started thrusting in and out of you, fucking your pussy fast and rough. Not that he was being any quiet, groaning hard at the feeling of you wrapped and clenching around him. There was something clouding both of your minds as he held you up like that, pounding into you. Like this was too passionate to be just fucking, yet it was too animalistic to be making love.

You found his mouth on your neck, sucking your sensitive skin right under your ear, and making you moan even more, your eyes fluttering shut. There was sweat forming on Yoongi’s forehead as he left hickeys all over your exposed nape, and when he held you higher, thrusting into you from a lower position, he was hitting right up your sweet spot.

“Yoongi, I’mma cum,” you whined. His mouth was wet and wide open on your neck, licking and nibbling you in a dizzy way as he was rutting against you. Breaths coming short and fast from his nose.

“Cum for me, baby,” he moaned in response, although rather late, making you think he hadn’t heard you at all. He held you even tighter, hitting his hips against yours with sharp and precise thrusts. “Cum all over me baby, I want to fill you up too.”

Your fingers were digging on his back, toes curling. And moments later you were crying out loudly. A string of curses, prayers, and calls of his name falling from your lips in an incoherent order. And Yoongi whined about how much he loved you, voice high pitched and needy, before finishing inside you, cum hot and running down your thigs once you were on your wobbly feet again.

“Fuck, it’s a wonder we didn’t get caught,” he said as he was trying to catch his breath. And he laughed. “You couldn’t wait until we went home or something, could you?”

And you shook your head shyly. “No. Love you too much. Needed to show you right away… after you showed me in the best way possible.” And then you talked about how lucky both of you felt for having each other before you put that song on one more time. For you.

Ps: is this weird that I have all of those ideas?

Girl this was so specific 🤧 hope I did alright

"Did you know rich people used to make these types of hedge mazes in their gardens so that they could sneak away at parties and hook up without being seen?"

The voice caught you so off guard. It was deep and husky, seemingly coming from nowhere in particular. But when you walked around the big, round fountain in the middle of the maze opening, you saw a man standing on the other side. He was tall and slender, dressed in feathers and all black with a matching, lace mask covering the upper half of his face. Like a black swan. Even though you couldn't see him clearly, the fact that he was one of the hottest men you had ever seen was undeniable.

You shuddered when he winked at you, either because of the cold breeze that blew your hair away, or the reminder of his words. "Really?" you asked.

The man shrugged, giving you a big, boxy smile. "I don't know. Could be."

You laughed at his joke. Instinctively, you took a couple of steps closer. You could see him narrow his eyes at you, probably trying to figure out who you were (the dressing up didn't help) but you were certain you had never met before. You would remember a man like that. Or at least, you knew for a fact you would remember him from now on. Maybe you couldn't see his face, but you could see his lips... Such a unique Cupid's bow. Such a fun smile.

"I really believed that," you chuckled. "That they came here for that."

"Is that why you're here?" he asked you, taking some steps towards you as well.

You raised your eyebrow, although he probably couldn't see it behind your mask. "You mean to hook up? Or not to be seen?"

He shrugged again. "I guess if you wanted to be seen you'd be up there, where the party is." With his head, he motioned towards the French palace, the windows that displayed colourful lights and muffled music. "In about 20 minutes, they'll be counting down to a New Year, yet you're down here."

When you turned back to look at him, he was standing right in front of you. A smirk as he watched you.

"And what about you?"

The man licked his lips slowly, eyes travelling down your form. "I guess I like to do what people in the old times did."

The moment he looked back up to your eyes, you were spellbound. He leaned in to kiss you and you let him. Those pretty lips on yours, parting them right away to slip his tongue inside. How insane. You didn't even know that man's name, he didn't know yours, but here you were... Kissing. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the nearing end of a very shitty year. Or perhaps just the atmosphere of the place, haunted by all the past lovers that were seeking refuge in these very same hedge walls; seeking to steal away a kiss, a moment to be alone.

"Fuck me," you moaned into his mouth, startling him and you as well. But the man only smirked. His hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you flushed in his body.

"As you wish, my lady."

He pulled back and took off his feathery coat, bringing it down on the ground. Underneath that, he was wearing a black see-through shirt, allowing you to peek at his surprisingly buff muscles for someone that slim. He didn't take off his mask, and neither did you. You laid on top of his coat and the man didn't waste any time in lifting your dress. No shame at all, he bowed down to meet your cunt and exposed you to himself.

"Pretty," he mumbled more to himself. Then licked a line up your folds. He started playing with your clit, french kissing your pussy only for a little bit, only enough to wet you with a mixture of his spit and your juices, and then he was crawling up your body again. "Wish I could eat you out properly, princess, but you shouldn't get caught."

You nodded, barely understanding him with how your head was spinning. And then he kissed you again. You wrapped your arms over his shoulders, keeping him close right as you felt him fumble with his pants for just a second before he had his dick pressing upon you.

"Holy shit–" you couldn't help but moan when he slipped just a bit inside you. He was so big! Really didn't see that coming.

"You okay?"

"Mh, yeah... Keep going please."

He pushed more of himself inside you, and you had to bite your lip not to scream– how much more was there? But he didn't let you feel any pain, kissing your neck and playing with your clit in such a way that only pleasure ran through your veins. And after you had relaxed around him, he began a fast yet gentle attack, thrusting most deliciously.

You wanted to moan his name but couldn't. The idea alone turned you on so much. You never thought you'd be doing such a thing, you were a "good girl" so to speak. But just the way your wetness was dripping down your ass proved how wrong you were to think that. Being fucked like that, by a stranger, in the middle of a party, so fast and so filthy; it drove you insane in the best way possible.

"Fucking– gonna cum," you heard him groan as he bit your shoulder to control himself.

"Me– me too," you whined. His voice alone pushed you closer. And in the distance, you could hear the people cheering and counting down. Ten, nine, eight... "Cum inside me."

The man in the black suit and mask cried out, his dick throbbing inside you as you felt his hot seed fill you up. And right with the change of the year, you orgasmed too.

New year, new you I guess. Resolution: find. that. man.

It's for research purposes. ... A very serious research.

Ahh okay I'm gonna do this like a mlt

Most

Jimin: he is into praise whether it's giving or receiving it. So expect lots of praise about your hot bod, just cuz it's the only way he knows how to communicate. And he won't stop until he has kissed every inch of you.

Taehyung: sometimes you think he is just messing with you by how exaggerating his worshiping is but honestly he's just an actor like that and loves to embarass you just a bit with his cheesy lines.

Yoongi: he doesn't do it with words but definitely with his actions, that man makes you feel like he means it when he says you're his type; he legit wouldn't chose anything else. If he could "build a bitch" it would be you.

Jin: he does love worshiping your body but mostly outside the bedroom you know? Like perhaps if you two go shopping or you're working out together. He is busy with other things whilst getting hot and heavy.

Jungkook: he's kinda low just cuz he would rather be at the receiving end of the body worshiping I think. He will still show like a normal amount of obsession with your body though.

Namjoon: he will reply shit like "you're beautiful on the inside" when you ask him if you look good, and it's not because he doesn't think you're smocking hot, it's because he is trying to be respectful.

Hoseok: I can't see him as "having time" for that. I think he likes to get to the point and just throw in the occasional compliment. He would rather show you how much he likes your body by how hard you're making him.

Luv ya.

Ahsghakakshaksksk I hate you why did you go and give me such a difficult question?🤧👀 I've been sitting here trying to decide for like half an hour (when I should be writing instead but anyway). It would have been easier for me to tell you why I like each drabble rather than picking a favourite... 🥺 Okay so I can't give you just one. I really like all the lactation and somnophilia fics and I didn't know that about myself, as well as sub Kookie. But.... I'll say....

I really like the Jimin comforting drabble, even though I love my smuty/kinky drabbles generally more, I think I did a really good job with that one. As in I like the way it was written and I'm proud of it as a writer.

Then, I loved the Namseok request cuz I am a rapline whore and would absolutely love for that to happen to me irl (I'm not being delulu I'm just being honest- no shame). Then again idk if I did it justice.

Lastly I'll say the Namjoon breeding kink is like, overall, really good. From a writing and an idea point of view. I was writing that and

I luv u

I luv u more bb

Asking for a friend. ... 🥲

Sure but after I'm done with the requests I already have love and I open them back up... But yeah, member x member is not off the table. Just like reader doesn't have to be fem or we can even genderbend the members lol you just have to ask ☺️