#messymusings

“Are you coming for the whole week?”

“Yep. 5 days, 4 nights.”

“Fuck me.”

“Wow, look who’s being unprofessional now!” Yoongi teased. 

You couldn’t hold back your eyeroll, “I’m hanging up.”

“Are you though? Or are you coming over?” 

“Goodbye Yoongi. See you next Monday.” 

Yoongi was the consummate professional and stupidly talented. Your students were beside themselves when you told them THE Suga was one of their mentors for the week. He was undeniably at the top of his field, a huge deal and also simultaneously someone you’d grown close to since the first time he guest lectured at the school. 

But behind the professionalism and the idol media training, he was mischievous. It was almost impossible to uphold the well-respected teacher reputation you’d worked hard to build when he was around, but you were both grown adults. And it turned out that you and Yoongi were in fact a dream team, schedule tight and in sync – a unified front and absolutely smashing it. 

The camp had been running smoothly until you found yourselves patrolling the dorm hallways at 1am after a group of students decided to throw a dorm party, bottles of vodka and red solo cups confiscated. You weren’t surprised – they were teenagers after all but you had to hold your ground. 

A couple of hours had passed and it didn’t seem like these kids were stupid enough to try their luck again, especially after your impassioned speech about pissing away professional opportunities and ruining their lives by drinking. Were you leaning into the dramatics? Absolutely. But these kids were getting too comfortable with your fun side and needed a reminder of who’s in charge. Much to Yoongi’s delight – it was a real turn on. 

“I think they’ve quietened down so you can go to bed. I’ve got this,” You offered, forcing a weary smile and wishing you could be the one going to bed.

“Nah, I’m good,” Yoongi replied, stretching his back with a soft groan.

You took a beat and really looked into his tired eyes, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah of course,” He nodded, “You shouldn’t be keeping watch on your own. I’ve got your back,” He smiled and stood up from the hard concrete step, offering you his hand.

Of course you took it with a pleased grin, “I love you for that. It’s more fun with you.”

“Love you too.”

He would always blush a little when you said it, immediately trying to distract you with a nudge or a shy nod but this time he grabbed your shoulders and massaged the tense muscles in your neck as you led him back to the main building.

You said it too often for friends – that dreaded L word, and way too often for “collegues”. But you said it playfully in conversation or when he would cook you dinner after a long day at work. Sometimes you said it during the no strings attached sex you had mutually agreed to. It would slip out without the other knowing, in the rush of it all – purely accidental and meaningless. That’s what you would always tell yourself and it’s what Yoongi saw as a challenge.

As you both walked through the long entry doors, and without warning, Yoongi changed course and tugged you into a dark room – the only light beaming from the phone in his hand. You were both slightly winded when he pressed his body against yours, back pinned to a soft, cushioned wall. Maybe it was a podcast studio you pondered before your lips were seized, all thoughts of your strange surroundings disappearing into his affection.

It was a breathless kiss, spiked with starvation and anticipation; it was something that Yoongi had wanted to do all day, watching you in your element – and being his partner in crime. You were both from different worlds but by wild chance, he found you living in his world, perfectly poised and charming; inspiring and delectable. 

“Fuck, you drive me insane.” Yoongi’s voice was barely a whisper, raspy and only for your ears.

“I was forced to watch you play guitar all day – you’re the one driving me crazy,” You retorted, pushing him away playfully before tugging him back by his hoodie.

“Hmm, so you’re sayin’ we’re even?” His question was muffled by his mouth tracing your jawline, teeth dangerously grazing your neck, threatening to leave his mark.

“Don’t push it or I will kill you.” You warned.

“I know you’re the qualified teacher,” He mumbled, toying with the hem of your top, “But do you want me to show you how this is done?”

He asked the question with such sincerity that it sent chills down your spine he was caressing, inching you further and further into his grip with every kiss. Holding you so tight, you could barely breathe – every sharp inhale laced with his cologne, spritzed hours ago and lingering on the tips of his long locks that tickled your skin.

“You think I don’t know what a quickie is?”

A frayed moan rumbled in your throat, fighting the urge to let him devour you. But god it felt so good when his tongue followed the slope of your neck, his question still tumbling around in your absent mind before you were plunged into bright light.

“I could be so quick that we don't even have to take our clothes off."

Yoongi’s kisses deepened, tracing your collarbone before taking a gentle bite. All you wanted to do was take him up on his offer, every reasonable thought fleeing through your rational brain. You quickly calculated the odds of being caught and they were slim to none, so tantalisingly slim that you slid your hand down the front of his jeans, earning yourself a sharp breath. 

“You better be quick or this camp will turn into crystal lake real fast.” You threatened with narrowed eyes, his thick belt clinking between your nimble fingers.

“Promise I’ll make you feel so good,” Yoongi’s voice grew quieter the closer you got to where he ached until your hand gently grasped his length, “Ah, yeah - right there,” He sighed. 

You stroked him over the smooth cotton briefs, the fabric bunching as your hand worked him over, “You’re so hard already, Yoon.”

The sound of his name falling sultrily from your lips as you worked him in your hand had him moaning into his arm that had instinctively come up to cover his mouth. Through the soft moans, Yoongi eventually grasped consciousness and came up for air — he loved watching you get him off, almost as much as he enjoyed returning the favour.

Everything about you inspired him; your eyes, your voice and the way you studied every little twitch on his face while you made him feel good. You were his muse.

You pensively looked down at your hand and tutted, “Am I doing this correctly, Mr. Min?” 

Yoongi tilted his head back and eagerly nodded, “So good, jagiya.”

“Should I use my mouth too?” You asked innocently, peeling down his jeans and underwear down his thighs in one foul swoop.

A guttural moan vibrated in Yoongi’s throat as his head lulled back again in disbelief, “Shit… I mean, if you want to then yeah - please...” 

Once you dropped to your knees, it never took long to have him exactly where you wanted him — you always started with a tiny kitten lick to his tip, your tongue travelling down to the base and back up before taking him fully in your warm mouth. Before too long, he was white knuckling and pulsating down the back of your throat with his fingers loosely grasping the back of your head for dear life, needing something, anything to hold onto while you had him seeing stars. His other hand was pressed so hard to his mouth that when you stood up and wiped your lips, you could see a red hand print left in its wake. 

“I better get a good grade for that, sir,” You smirked and earned yourself a hard squeeze to your ass.

“You gotta stop or you’ll make me hard again,” Yoongi groaned and pulled you into a passionate kiss.

“But you’re definitely top of the class. A+...now turn around and I’ll give you another lesson.”

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submissions are open

the what

i. think of it as a chit-chatty, 'rambling tag' where you can send in a thought or a prompt of your choice and i will write a blurb inspired by your idea ii. the idea could be new or inspired by a past fic that you want more of or it could be as simple as “how do you think this member would do xyz” iii. they can be spicy, soft, angsty – anything within reason iv. i reserve the right to combine/delete any requests v. these will be short blurbs/fics (under 1k) vi. please do not request smut if you are under 18 what i personally will not write about: virginity, coercion, extreme dominance, gangbangs, self-harm, slash, violence of any kind + the obvious things that i can't even bear to type here but i hope know what i mean x

the who

i predominately write for yoongi and jungkook but super open to writing shorter musings for ot7.

the prompts

spicy • spicy • spicy soft • soft • soft misc • misc

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