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โ Summary:ย You and Yoongi have been relishing the comfort of your newly married life, savoring each moment together. However, there's an additional want tugging at your heartstrings โ the thought of becoming a mother. Thatโs right, you want a baby. Yoongi isnโt sure if heโs ready for the journey of bringing a baby into your lives. But heโll agree to anything that makes you happy, and if itโs a baby you want, itโs a baby youโll get.
โ myg x f.reader | 1k words | 18+
โ genre: slice of life, romance, fluff, smut, newlyweds
โ Warnings:ย unprotected sex (intentional), daddy kink, impregnation kink, deep dicking, belly bulge, oral (female receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie
โ Author note:ย This is a remix/update of an older fic of mine, so I hope you enjoy the newest version!ย If you'd like to read this on ao3 instead it's been crossposted here! And as always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3
You wrap your arms around your husband the second he walks through the front door of your home.
"Mmm, I've waited all day for this," you whisper before pulling him into a long kiss. One of your hands cradles his cheek while the other plays with his hair.
"Well, hello there Mrs. Min," Yoongi says with a sideways smile sprawled across his face after pulling away, "What's got you in such a good mood?" He takes off his blazer and sets his work bag down on the bench in your entryway as you pull him into another lengthy kiss, one that makes Yoongi's groin stir with excitement.
You smile up at him and start to unbutton his top as you pull him further into your home, your end goal being the bedroom.
"Baby?" he asks with dark eyes, "Are you planning on spoiling me with dessert before dinner tonight?"
You laugh, "Baby, I don't want dessert... I want a baby."
Yoongi's face changes from one of eager anticipation to confusion, then to pure and utter shock.
โDid all the air in the room suddenly disappear? Why arenโt you having trouble breathing like he is?โ
"I want to make a baby with you," you repeat, looking into his fear-filled eyes. You figured he'd be a little freaked out, but not this much.
He coughs and sputters, pulling at the neck of his button-up shirt. "You, uh, b-baby?" Yoongi mutters once heโs able to form words again.
"Yes, a baby," you took a step back from him. "It's been almost three years since we've gotten married and talked about having kids in the future. Don't you want a mini you or me to love, to watch them grow, to teach them stuff?"
Yoongi is conflicted, not because he doesnโt want kids โhe doesโ but it scares the shit out of him. That's a whole life to take care of and be responsible for. He knows how much you want a family though, and how patient you have been with him about trying for kids.
You give him that one look - the one that you know will get you whatever you want.
"Alright,โ he says, easily won over. โLet's make a baby," he answers while pulling you back into his arms.
Yoongi brings your center up against his. You feel his growing hardness pressing into you through his jeans, and moan through the kiss. You want him.
And he wants you.
His kisses are hot and needy, but somehow still so very loving.
Yoongi lifts you up and carries you urgently the rest of the way to the bedroom, where he lays you down, ready to fuck you. To love you.
Your hands work on his shirt's buttons, undoing them as fast as you can. His run along your hips, making their way to the front of your jeans where he works to undo them, and slips them and your panties off simultaneously.
Your husband keeps eye contact with you while one of his hands slides slowly up the inside of your legs, right up to the edge of your dewy folds.
โIs this pretty little cunt ready for me?โ
You nod frantically, and moan uncontrollably when his tongue dives deep into your core. He savors you, his tongue playing your clit like it's the most intricate instrument.
Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you hold his head in place while he finished you off. You come undone all over his face, his cheeks showing evidence of your release once he pulls away from you.
โIโll never get tired of your taste,โ he breathes. And itโs true, youโre intoxicating. Heโs addicted to you.
Yoongi stands up, pulling you towards the edge of the bed, where he then rubs his throbbing cock through your folds, wetting himself just enough to dip into you.
He nearly loses himself, but manages to power through and find a rhythm that has you both heading in the right direction.
His low moans sound like heaven to your ears.
You pull him closer to you until your lips crash together, moaning into each other's mouth while you climb higher and higher.
Needing to sink even further into your heat, he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, pounding you from a new angle and bringing you closer and closer to the release that you crave.
โWhoโs fucking you like thereโs no tomorrow? Whoโs putting this baby in your belly? I want you to scream my name,โ he demands.
โYou did,โ you pant. โMin Yoongi did.โ
โFuck!โ Yoongi grits his teeth as he watches the way your lower belly bulges, matching his hard thrusts.
"Iโm so close,โ you cry out, your nails digging into your husbandโs biceps. โCum in me," you whine, pleading for him to release into you. Yoongi is more than happy to oblige.
"I love you,โ you breathe as the waves of pleasure wash over you, the tingling spreading through your veins.
โI love you more.โ Yoongi grunts, his final thrusts becoming more sporadic as he passes the peak, and fills you with his seed. His face twists in pleasure as your pulsating walls milk the last from him.
Youโre satisfied feeling his warm release shooting up inside of you. A big grin wonโt leave your face, โThank you.โ
He considers making a dick joke, but he doesnโt want to ruin the moment. โYouโre welcome, baby,โ he says, kissing your cheek.
You roll over onto your back and lift your now tired and heavy legs in the air, and Yoongi gives you a perplexed look. "What?โ you ask, "I've heard that this makes the sperm find the egg faster."
He thinks you look ridiculous in the best sort of way, and joins you. "I gain nothing from this but I figured I'd do it to support you."
"You're such a dork." But you love him for it.
"You know what you have to call me later if this worked?" Yoongi asks before answering his own question before you even have the chance. "The baby maker."
Your giggles filled the room and Yoongi canโt help but laugh along with you.
"Alright," you sighed once you calmed down, "I just figured you preferred daddy..."
That same look from earlier flared up in Yoongi's eyes once again, "I'm open to negotiations."
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โ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : alternative!yoongi x reader
โ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: 2k
โ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: yoongi has tongue pierings, bigdick!yoongi, dirty talk, raw sex, riding, nipple play, nipple biting, minor hair tugging, size kink, using a polaroid during sex
disclaimer: this is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. yoongi is used solely as a face and a name for the story. this is not a representation of real-life scenarios.
โDonโt hide your pretty noises. I want you to cry for me.โ Yoongi emphasises his requests as he speeds up his pace. His lips bathing your shoulder in kisses as he makes his way up to the sensitive part of your neck, causing you to shiver under his touch.
His name leaves your lips in a sinful prayer for the man in between your thighs. You canโt think, you canโt breathe, all youโre able to do is feel him filling you to the brim with all of him as tears wet your eyes, obscuring your vision.
โYouโre fucking perfect,โ you hear Yoongi muttering into your chest as you move yourself up and down, impaling yourself on his cock, โtreating me well, niโah, fuck baby!โ
Yoongiโs head is thrown back against the plush grey headrest of the couch, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth as he grunts in pleasure. One of his hands rest on your hips, the warmth of his palm and the coldness of his rings decorating his lithe fingers causes shivers to run over your body.
He is incredible. Insatiable even. Yoongi knows your body better than you know it yourself. He knows just how to fuck you right, every single time.
With your body shaking and eyes screwed shut tight in arousal, you miss Yoongi reaching out beside him. A click, accompanied by a quick bright flash takes you by surprise, causing your eyes to flutter open.
Halting your movements, you peer down at Yoongi who is staring straight into your eyes โ blackened, blown out and filled with lust. You clench your pussy around his cock and smile at the polaroid in his hands.
โWant to remember this moment.โ
โWell let me help you,โ you tell him as you grab at his hand and place it on your tits, guiding him to palm you. Yoongi is more than happy to indulge you and plays with your nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger, tugging at the bud, watching it harden under his touch. You lace your fingers with his and then watch as he snaps a new image of him groping you.
One of your hands comes to rest on the back of his head, fingers gripping into his long strands of raven hair and giving them a soft tug in that way he loves. You lean down and kiss Yoongi with a surge of urgency. Itโs wet and messy as your tongues tangle and lips smack against each other. His dual tongue bars give the kiss an added edge as he usages it to his advantage to lick against your lower lip before pulling at the skin in between his teeth. From below, you feel Yoongi lift his hips causing the tip of his cock to press deeper inside of you. A strangled moan slips past your kiss bitten lips at the welcomed pleasure.
Yoongi is thick and heavy inside of you, stretching you loose in ways no man ever has done before. Sex with Yoongi is always exciting and with added kinks to explore with each other, he always leaves you wanting more every time.
โHowโs my angel doing?โ He whispers as he plays about with the settings on the camera before pointing the lens back in your direction.
โG-good, want to keep goingโfuck!โ You curse at the end as he moves his hips again and snaps another image of you as your face contorts in unadulterated pleasure.
โGโon, move for me princess, show me how cock drunk you get for me, yeah.โ
You donโt need to be told twice. You slid your hands across his chest, tracing the lines of the dragon tattoo that spans across his well built upper body. Through lustful eyes, you watch as Yoongi bites his lip at your touch and you keen, knowing that youโre the one to bring Min Yoongi down to this state with you.
Lifting your hips, you glide your cunt from his base to the tip, managing to feel every vein that wraps around his pretty length.
โFuck, wait stay there. Let me get a picture of this, holy shitโฆโ Yoongi proclaims and takes the third picture on the polaroid. โDonโt move. Keep yourself hugging my tip, fuck you gotta see how wet you got my cock princess.โ
You do as youโre told and you keep your body positioned above him, cockhead nuzzled snuggly in your small hole as you await the polaroid to print the film.
Minutes pass and it doesnโt take long for your legs to start trembling from your muscles being stagnant in this position for a little longer than youโre used to.
โYoongi, I wanna fuck!โ Your protest comes out whiny as you fight the urge to drop yourself down to begin fucking him again.
The sound of the polaroid printing is heard between the both of you and you watch as Yoongi reaches for the film, shaking it in the air for a few seconds before looking at it.
He groans, and you feel arousal build up and leak onto Yoongiโs cock. The sounds that Yoongi creates, every moan, every rumble of his chest pushes you to keep still.
Next thing, Yoongi is twisting the picture around for you to see with your own eyes and what a sight it was. His length looks swollen with use, hard and stunningly decorated in those pretty veins you enjoy giving attention when he allows you. His length glistens under the flash of the camera from the juices he has spilled from your pussy and now itโs your turn to moan.
โCan you see too? The way I barely fit inside youโฆโ he trails off. โLook at you struggling to take my fat cock in your tight cunt, Iโve never seen anything so fucking stunning. This is art.โ
Warmth spreads around your body at his words as you look at the image as he speaks to you with so much filth. You flutter around him, utterly brain dead from Yoongiโs cock.
Youโre not given enough time to think before Yoongi rocks his hips up, stroking your walls beautifully as he pulls you down to bury himself back in the hilt of his home which is your pussy. Tears gather in your eyes, giving them a sparkle that Yoongi loves to coax from you as he throws the camera back to the side in order for him to guide you up and down his throbbing dick.
The burn in your thighs is present and makes itself apparent as you continue to work your muscles into overdrive as you ride Yoongi like your life depended on it. Yoongi wraps both his hands around your back, palms resting against your clammy skin as he whispers filthy praises and prays of you into your skin, absolutely lost in the lust that is you and your tiny cunt.
You scratch at his chest, digging your nails through the dragon tattoo, breaking the skin and knowing that there will be a trail of red desire marked into his skin for the evening.
โYouโre so big!โ You hiccup, feeling Yoongi increase the speed of his hips into you, his ego swelling at your words.
โAh, your pussy is leaking all over me, making such a mess of me angel.โ Yoongi punctuates his words with a firm buck into your cunt, Yoongi highlights the loud squelching sounds of your ministrations.
One of his hands finds your wrist and brings it up to his mouth where he places kiss after kiss on each knuckle. He guides your hand further down until it finds the column of his throat and you rest there.
โGโon princess, choke me a little,โ Yoongi grunts through gritted teeth and so you do as youโre told, applying a light amount of pressure around Yoongiโs throat. You watch as Yoongiโs eyes flutter closed and his mouth opens in pleasure, his tongue coming out to lick at the corner of his lips. The glint of his tongue ring makes you whine. Your body manages to fight through the overstimulation of his cock fucking into you over and over again as you take over as much as Yoongi is allowing you.
Now, youโre using each other and itโs never felt so fucking pleasurable. You eye the polaroids that Yoongi had taken early scattered around the sofa around his body and you smirk as the tears are rolling down your cheeks in small rivulets. You are both drowning each other in sex so intense, the pleasure borders on almost painful.
With each drop off your hips, you feel him deep in your stomach. Your body burns in overexertion but you donโt stop until youโve both reached your ends.
โIโm taking you so well, Yoongi, can you feel me!?โ You swivel your hips as you ask.
โNobody got a pussy like yoursโฆ best pussy Iโve ever fucked, princess, swear.โ Yoongi rasps through your hold on his throat. At his words, you squeeze your fingers just a little tighter around his throat.
โYou gonna come, angel?โ
You nod at him. โIโm so close, please. Please, I need to!โ You beg him to let you finally reach your climax, your hips working faster.
โJust like that baby, youโre doing so good.โ you could hear that his voice is straining as his hips become sloppier in their movements. Your spare hand reaches for the headrest of the sofa behind him.
โFuck, yes, keep going, keep going, Iโm gonna fill you to the fucking brim, gonna watch you bloat with my cum,โ Yoongi is loud, not afraid who around you both hears his promise to you.ย
The living room fills with moans and skin slapping against skin as the pair of you use each other to reach your climaxes. Finally, yoongi leans forward and takes a nipple in between his teeth and runs both his tongue bars over the hardened bud back and forth. Yoongi bites down hard and in return, your pussy vices him in and your hands release from his neck. All at once, Yoongiโs breath hitches as the air returns to his burning lungs and comes inside of you, filling you with his hot sticky white seed as he paints your body with filthy praises.
Soon after, you meet your orgasm shortly behind his own. Your body stills as you tremble above him as your body releases your arousal all over Yoongi, making a mess of him and probably the couch underneath.
He is quick to wrap his arms around you, holding you as your body twitches through your orgasm. Yoongi canโt help but give tiny shallow thrusts to help aid you through it.
You both bask in the glow of intense sex as you both collapse onto each other. Yoongi is the first to move as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up off of his softening cock. The feeling of him moving through your sensitive cunt causes you to hiss but you pout when he has fully removed himself.
After catching his breath, Yoongi guides you to lie down on the sofa as he reaches once more for the polaroid.
โYoongi, whatโre youโ,โ youโre cut off with the familiar click of the camera and bright flash momentarily brightening up the living room before bathing it back in itโs natural darkness.
โI canโt fuck you that well and not get the money shot, can I?โ You hear the smirk in his voice. You feel a hand wrap around your ankle and then your legs are being pried apart slowly. โCโmon, let me see how messy you are for me, yeah?โ
Now itโs your turn to laugh as you indulge Yoongi in his request, giving him the opportunity to get the device up close and personal to your cunt before snapping a new image.
โYeah, these are definitely going into the wank bank for later.โ
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โ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : alternative!yoongi x reader
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โ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: yoongi has tongue pierings, bigdick!yoongi, dirty talk, raw sex, riding, nipple play, nipple biting, minor hair tugging, size kink, using a polaroid during sex
disclaimer: this is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. yoongi is used solely as a face and a name for the story. this is not a representation of real-life scenarios.
โDonโt hide your pretty noises. I want you to cry for me.โ Yoongi emphasises his requests as he speeds up his pace. His lips bathing your shoulder in kisses as he makes his way up to the sensitive part of your neck, causing you to shiver under his touch.
His name leaves your lips in a sinful prayer for the man in between your thighs. You canโt think, you canโt breathe, all youโre able to do is feel him filling you to the brim with all of him as tears wet your eyes, obscuring your vision.
โYouโre fucking perfect,โ you hear Yoongi muttering into your chest as you move yourself up and down, impaling yourself on his cock, โtreating me well, niโah, fuck baby!โ
Yoongiโs head is thrown back against the plush grey headrest of the couch, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth as he grunts in pleasure. One of his hands rest on your hips, the warmth of his palm and the coldness of his rings decorating his lithe fingers causes shivers to run over your body.
He is incredible. Insatiable even. Yoongi knows your body better than you know it yourself. He knows just how to fuck you right, every single time.
With your body shaking and eyes screwed shut tight in arousal, you miss Yoongi reaching out beside him. A click, accompanied by a quick bright flash takes you by surprise, causing your eyes to flutter open.
Halting your movements, you peer down at Yoongi who is staring straight into your eyes โ blackened, blown out and filled with lust. You clench your pussy around his cock and smile at the polaroid in his hands.
โWant to remember this moment.โ
โWell let me help you,โ you tell him as you grab at his hand and place it on your tits, guiding him to palm you. Yoongi is more than happy to indulge you and plays with your nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger, tugging at the bud, watching it harden under his touch. You lace your fingers with his and then watch as he snaps a new image of him groping you.
One of your hands comes to rest on the back of his head, fingers gripping into his long strands of raven hair and giving them a soft tug in that way he loves. You lean down and kiss Yoongi with a surge of urgency. Itโs wet and messy as your tongues tangle and lips smack against each other. His dual tongue bars give the kiss an added edge as he usages it to his advantage to lick against your lower lip before pulling at the skin in between his teeth. From below, you feel Yoongi lift his hips causing the tip of his cock to press deeper inside of you. A strangled moan slips past your kiss bitten lips at the welcomed pleasure.
Yoongi is thick and heavy inside of you, stretching you loose in ways no man ever has done before. Sex with Yoongi is always exciting and with added kinks to explore with each other, he always leaves you wanting more every time.
โHowโs my angel doing?โ He whispers as he plays about with the settings on the camera before pointing the lens back in your direction.
โG-good, want to keep goingโfuck!โ You curse at the end as he moves his hips again and snaps another image of you as your face contorts in unadulterated pleasure.
โGโon, move for me princess, show me how cock drunk you get for me, yeah.โ
You donโt need to be told twice. You slid your hands across his chest, tracing the lines of the dragon tattoo that spans across his well built upper body. Through lustful eyes, you watch as Yoongi bites his lip at your touch and you keen, knowing that youโre the one to bring Min Yoongi down to this state with you.
Lifting your hips, you glide your cunt from his base to the tip, managing to feel every vein that wraps around his pretty length.
โFuck, wait stay there. Let me get a picture of this, holy shitโฆโ Yoongi proclaims and takes the third picture on the polaroid. โDonโt move. Keep yourself hugging my tip, fuck you gotta see how wet you got my cock princess.โ
You do as youโre told and you keep your body positioned above him, cockhead nuzzled snuggly in your small hole as you await the polaroid to print the film.
Minutes pass and it doesnโt take long for your legs to start trembling from your muscles being stagnant in this position for a little longer than youโre used to.
โYoongi, I wanna fuck!โ Your protest comes out whiny as you fight the urge to drop yourself down to begin fucking him again.
The sound of the polaroid printing is heard between the both of you and you watch as Yoongi reaches for the film, shaking it in the air for a few seconds before looking at it.
He groans, and you feel arousal build up and leak onto Yoongiโs cock. The sounds that Yoongi creates, every moan, every rumble of his chest pushes you to keep still.
Next thing, Yoongi is twisting the picture around for you to see with your own eyes and what a sight it was. His length looks swollen with use, hard and stunningly decorated in those pretty veins you enjoy giving attention when he allows you. His length glistens under the flash of the camera from the juices he has spilled from your pussy and now itโs your turn to moan.
โCan you see too? The way I barely fit inside youโฆโ he trails off. โLook at you struggling to take my fat cock in your tight cunt, Iโve never seen anything so fucking stunning. This is art.โ
Warmth spreads around your body at his words as you look at the image as he speaks to you with so much filth. You flutter around him, utterly brain dead from Yoongiโs cock.
Youโre not given enough time to think before Yoongi rocks his hips up, stroking your walls beautifully as he pulls you down to bury himself back in the hilt of his home which is your pussy. Tears gather in your eyes, giving them a sparkle that Yoongi loves to coax from you as he throws the camera back to the side in order for him to guide you up and down his throbbing dick.
The burn in your thighs is present and makes itself apparent as you continue to work your muscles into overdrive as you ride Yoongi like your life depended on it. Yoongi wraps both his hands around your back, palms resting against your clammy skin as he whispers filthy praises and prays of you into your skin, absolutely lost in the lust that is you and your tiny cunt.
You scratch at his chest, digging your nails through the dragon tattoo, breaking the skin and knowing that there will be a trail of red desire marked into his skin for the evening.
โYouโre so big!โ You hiccup, feeling Yoongi increase the speed of his hips into you, his ego swelling at your words.
โAh, your pussy is leaking all over me, making such a mess of me angel.โ Yoongi punctuates his words with a firm buck into your cunt, Yoongi highlights the loud squelching sounds of your ministrations.
One of his hands finds your wrist and brings it up to his mouth where he places kiss after kiss on each knuckle. He guides your hand further down until it finds the column of his throat and you rest there.
โGโon princess, choke me a little,โ Yoongi grunts through gritted teeth and so you do as youโre told, applying a light amount of pressure around Yoongiโs throat. You watch as Yoongiโs eyes flutter closed and his mouth opens in pleasure, his tongue coming out to lick at the corner of his lips. The glint of his tongue ring makes you whine. Your body manages to fight through the overstimulation of his cock fucking into you over and over again as you take over as much as Yoongi is allowing you.
Now, youโre using each other and itโs never felt so fucking pleasurable. You eye the polaroids that Yoongi had taken early scattered around the sofa around his body and you smirk as the tears are rolling down your cheeks in small rivulets. You are both drowning each other in sex so intense, the pleasure borders on almost painful.
With each drop off your hips, you feel him deep in your stomach. Your body burns in overexertion but you donโt stop until youโve both reached your ends.
โIโm taking you so well, Yoongi, can you feel me!?โ You swivel your hips as you ask.
โNobody got a pussy like yoursโฆ best pussy Iโve ever fucked, princess, swear.โ Yoongi rasps through your hold on his throat. At his words, you squeeze your fingers just a little tighter around his throat.
โYou gonna come, angel?โ
You nod at him. โIโm so close, please. Please, I need to!โ You beg him to let you finally reach your climax, your hips working faster.
โJust like that baby, youโre doing so good.โ you could hear that his voice is straining as his hips become sloppier in their movements. Your spare hand reaches for the headrest of the sofa behind him.
โFuck, yes, keep going, keep going, Iโm gonna fill you to the fucking brim, gonna watch you bloat with my cum,โ Yoongi is loud, not afraid who around you both hears his promise to you.ย
The living room fills with moans and skin slapping against skin as the pair of you use each other to reach your climaxes. Finally, yoongi leans forward and takes a nipple in between his teeth and runs both his tongue bars over the hardened bud back and forth. Yoongi bites down hard and in return, your pussy vices him in and your hands release from his neck. All at once, Yoongiโs breath hitches as the air returns to his burning lungs and comes inside of you, filling you with his hot sticky white seed as he paints your body with filthy praises.
Soon after, you meet your orgasm shortly behind his own. Your body stills as you tremble above him as your body releases your arousal all over Yoongi, making a mess of him and probably the couch underneath.
He is quick to wrap his arms around you, holding you as your body twitches through your orgasm. Yoongi canโt help but give tiny shallow thrusts to help aid you through it.
You both bask in the glow of intense sex as you both collapse onto each other. Yoongi is the first to move as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up off of his softening cock. The feeling of him moving through your sensitive cunt causes you to hiss but you pout when he has fully removed himself.
After catching his breath, Yoongi guides you to lie down on the sofa as he reaches once more for the polaroid.
โYoongi, whatโre youโ,โ youโre cut off with the familiar click of the camera and bright flash momentarily brightening up the living room before bathing it back in itโs natural darkness.
โI canโt fuck you that well and not get the money shot, can I?โ You hear the smirk in his voice. You feel a hand wrap around your ankle and then your legs are being pried apart slowly. โCโmon, let me see how messy you are for me, yeah?โ
Now itโs your turn to laugh as you indulge Yoongi in his request, giving him the opportunity to get the device up close and personal to your cunt before snapping a new image.
โYeah, these are definitely going into the wank bank for later.โ
after a boozy night out with his friends, jungkook finds himself in a strangerโs bed with no memory of the night before. and instead of waking up with a hangover, jungkook wakes up as a version of himself he canโt recognize whatsoever in a life other than the one heโs always known.
pairing: alternate reality!jungkook x plus size!f readerย
rating: 18+ย
words: 7.5k
genre(s): fantasy, angst, drama
au(s): alternate reality, time warp, strangers to lovers, established relationship, tattoo artist hero, famous hero, slice of life, found familyย
warnings: cursing, vulgar language, alcohol consumption, jk is an asshole, tattooed!jk, pierced!jk, long haired!jk, sexual innuendos, suggestive themes, angst!, classism, brief mention of personal financial issues, relationship insecurities, hint of jealousy, bad communication and miscommunication, mentions of past body dysphoria
authorโs note: itโs finally hereeee! thank you so much for being so patient with me, i really do hope itโs worth the wait. a big thanks to my mootie @taintedjeon for giving this a read through and correcting my errors, i appreciated it more than you know. like always, i would love to hear what y'all think, so please donโt hesitate to reach out! any form of feedback is always appreciated! ๐ฉต [div cr]
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The atmosphere at this bar wasnโt the right vibe.ย
Jungkook picked up on that within the first three minutes of him entering the establishment but he was always willing to give a place a second chance if they served good drinks and gave him exemplary service.ย
An acoustic rendition of a famous Taylor Swift pop anthem resounded from the speakers. It was definitely a live performance; coming from the small stage in the far right corner. The vocalist had a decent voice. Soft, delicate and alluring, just like a lot of up and coming singers in the music industry these days. But this wasnโt the kind of music Jungkook wanted to listen to on a Saturday night. It didnโt stop him from going up to the bar and ordering a drink, though. Maybe the music would change after a half hour or so? Who knows. Despite his persistent gut feeling, this bar was suggested by one of his closest friends, so perhaps he should be a little more patient and give this place a fighting chance.ย
Although that would be much easier if the bartender wasnโt so fucking annoying.ย
โUm, excuse me sir,โ the man behind the bar cleared his throat, โYou didnโt answer. Was that cash or credit?โย
The reiterated question prompted a sharp laugh from Jungkook. It was completely humorless. He didnโt find the situation to be amusing in the slightest. Instead, he found it all to be rather irritating and a complete waste of his valuable time, โYouโre shitting me, right?โ
The bartender raised an eyebrow, โNo. Iโm not โshitting youโ. How are you paying tonight?โย
Kissing his teeth, Jungkook rolled his eyes and leaned forward, resting one arm against the bar top while handing his whiskey sour to Yeonjun, โIโm not paying for shit. Do you even know who I am?โ The seven taunting words resulted in snickers from his entourage, made up of Choi Yeonjun, Jung Wooyoung and Lee Felix.ย
Yeonjun, the tallest of the collective, had a sharp jawline, pouty lips and light colored hair. Wooyoung, the loudest, had two-toned hair, perfect skin and a famous beauty spot. Lastly Felix, the youngest, had the biggest smile, shoulder length hair and a swoon-worthy Australian accent. The group were unbelievably attractive, undeniably charismatic, unquestionably panty-dropping and they certainly knew that factor.ย
The four of them met last year at an after party for an award show, struck up a conversation, followed each otherโs Instagrams and were now a social media phenomenon. Any person under the age of thirty with access to the Internet knew who they were. It was hard not to, especially when the foursome had two dozen brand deals between them while religiously trending on TikTok.ย
Jungkook rose to fame almost two years ago when he participated in The Challengers, a reality survival show that combined the best parts of Survivor and The Amazing Race to make one almighty game of skill. Jungkook auditioned online when the show began casting for contestants. He was fresh out of university with a business economics degree he didnโt even want and required a way to pay off his remaining school fees. He was also irrefutably bored of his life, completely lacking motivation to join the corporate world as expected by his blue-collared parents.ย
Luckily for him, he was selected and quickly became a fan favorite throughout the season. Arguably one of the most popular contestants within the entire series. Although he didnโt win the grand prize of one hundred thousand dollars, Jungkook came in second place and was offered half a dozen brand deals straight after airing. Before long, he was making way more than he couldโve won and had the following to match. He was absolutely living it up.ย
But alas, this bartender was utterly unaware of his โcelebrityโ status. In fact, the man looked unconvinced, โI donโt need to know who you are, sir. You ordered a drink from me and you need to pay for it. Iโm only going to ask once more, was that cash or credit?โ
And that pissed Jungkook off. Big time.
Jaw clenched shut, Jungkook reached into the front pocket of his Levis, retrieved his leather wallet and plucked a couple of small bills. It certainly wasnโt enough for the cocktail heโd ordered but he didnโt care. Why would he? It was supposed to be on the house, after all. That was the kind of treatment he always got at other bars. Tossing the bills onto the bar top, Jungkook flashed a smug smirk in the bartenderโs direction, โCash. Keep the change.โย
A ruckus of laughter resounded from his equally arrogant friends.ย
โHa! Suck a dick!โ Wooyoung said.ย
Felix slapped his hand against Yeonjunโs over Wooyoungโs head, โThatโs what you get for messing with the Jeon Jungkook.โ
โAppreciate the tip, man. JKโs being generous.โ Yeonjun chimed in with a snicker.ย
The bartender rolled his eyes in defeat, sliding his hands over the bar and taking the bills. A mixture of frustration and defeat splashed across his facial features and it satisfied Jungkook greatly. He wasnโt going to pay full price for a drink, that was absurd! Just as Yeonjun had said, he was being generous. He couldโve easily walked away. After all, they werenโt going to throw him out. Not if the bar wanted bad publicity. One little Instagram story and bam, theyโd be inundated with negative reviews. He was well aware of the influence he had on Gen Z. โWith great power comes great responsibility,โ as Uncle Ben told a young Peter Parker. Jungkook believed that to be true โ certainly in his case.
โKnock that shit back and lets go,โ Felix encouraged, โThis place is fucking bullshit. I just got a DM from Jaehyun, he got us on the list for this new club like ten minutes away.โย
Yeonjun handed Jungkook his glass and the eldest swallowed the contents within seconds. He couldnโt agree more with his friend; this place was bullshit. He didnโt go out for a night on the town only to be treated like common folk. He wasnโt a fucking nobody! He had over five million followers on Instagram and over ten million on TikTok. He had a verified symbol on all social media platforms, that should be enough to put respect on his fucking name.ย
The bartender frowned in disappointment at the scene playing out before him. This didnโt go unnoticed to Jungkook and he was about to give the dude a piece of his mind when the mixologist opened his mouth, โYou know, it costs nothing to be kind to somebody else.โ
Jungkook snorted, โYeah what the fuck ever man, my time costs money.โ
โNobody fucking asked, Dr Phil.โ Wooyoung chimed in, evoking a snigger from Yeonjun.
โItโs really a shame you have that kind of attitude, when for all you know, you could wake up tomorrow morning and this life of yours could be gone.โ
Please, like he hadnโt heard that one before. Thatโs what all jealous people say. Same old boring spiel, same old boring lecture, same old unwarranted opinions. Just so pathetic. Jungkook doesnโt have the time, energy or mental capacity for shit like that.ย
Lifting his arm off the bar, Jungkook ran a hand through his hair and smirked at his friends, โYo Lix, tell Jaehyun weโll be there in ten and to invite some babes into the VIP section. I need to get fucking laid.โ
The deliciously enticing smell of freshly pan-fried bacon roused Jungkook from his slumber. The sound of meat fat sizzling and crackling on the stove invaded his eardrums. He briefly wondered if Wooyoung had crashed in the guest room for the night and was busying himself with cooking breakfast.ย
Eyebrows knitted together, forehead creased and lips pulled downward, he rolled over onto his back and slowly peeled his eyes open. Rays of sunshine obscured his vision momentarily, causing Jungkook to blink rapidly as a husky hum escaped his chapped lips. He had been expecting a headache, as per usual after a night of drinking โ but he was pleasantly surprised at his relatively clear head. Maybe the universe was looking out for him today.ย
Bringing his hands up, Jungkook rubbed his palms over his face from his hairline down. As he did, he felt something on his right eyebrow. Something foreign. Something hard. Something metallic.ย
Puzzled, Jungkook ran his forefinger over his eyebrow, only to feel a barbel perforated through the skin, โWhat the hell?โ He rasped in shock, wondering how on earth he managed to get a piercing there. Did Felix talk me into getting a facial piercing? Was I that drunk? He thought to himself, having brought his hands to his face again in embarrassment, only to feel even more piercings. Eyes wide, Jungkookโs lips parted in bewilderment as he felt a cold ring through his left nostril and another two rings through his lip. Not only that, he could feel something poking the insides of his cheek. It was a barbel. Just like on his eyebrow but this time in his mouth. He had a fucking tongue piercing. How the fuck did this happen?ย
โFucking hell,โ he cursed harshly, โFelix is a dead man.โย
Pushing himself upright in bed, Jungkook quickly realized that he wasnโt in his bedroom.ย
The room was much smaller than his own and he was currently sitting in a quaint full sized bed, rather than his luxurious Californian king bed. He clearly went home with someone last night, but he couldnโt remember who. It didnโt help that the other side of the bed was vacant. He really was that drunk, after all. Only upside was the lack of hangover.ย
Reaching over to the bedside table, Jungkook hoped to pick up his phone and give his friend a piece of his mind for getting him involved in stupid shit. How was Sangheon, his agent, going to react? Even worse, how would the multiple companies he had brand deals with react? Shit. Obviously he would have to get the piercings taken out butโฆ god, if he was to lose a contract because of some holes in his face, he would become fucking unbearable. He picked up the device with an irritated grunt. Lifting the smartphone to his face, he waited for facial recognition to unlock itโฆ but nothing happened. He tapped on the screen and frowned when he noticed that it wasnโt the newest iPhone model, but a cheap Android that could be found in the electronics aisle of a Target.ย
โWhere did I put my phone?โ He murmured to himself, placing the phone back down and looking around the bedside table. He couldnโt see an iPhone anywhere, โFuck! Did I lose another phone? Sangheonโs gonna murder my ass for real.โย
Jungkook sighed in exasperation and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He peered around the room, taking notice of the door that was slightly ajar. He desperately needed to find a bathroom. Heโd deal with all this fuckery after heโs taken a leak. He got out of bed and stretched his arms behind his back. A short, satisfying crack followed as he loosened the kinks in his neck and then proceeded to wander out of the room.ย
The bathroom was directly across the tiny hall, so thankfully Jungkook didnโt have to go on a wild goose chase to find it. He closed the door behind him and when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.ย
A loud, strained sound fell from his lips, almost reminiscent of a scream.ย
Gawking at the mirror, Jungkook couldnโt recognize his reflection. He had no fucking clue who the man in the mirror was. This is just a dream, itโs gotta be a dream, he told himself internally, This isnโt real. Itโs a scary fucking dream. You just gotta wake up.ย
He squeezed his eyes shut. He remained still for about a minute. He imagined waking up his regular โ perfect โ self. He just had to escape whatever terrifying nightmare he was currently trapped in. He could do that. Opening his eyes again, he almost jumped at his reflection. The same reflection from a few minutes ago.ย
โAm I fucking dead?โย
The version of himself in the mirror was practically the polar opposite of his normal self. Horrified, Jungkook examined his appearance with trembling hands and widened eyes.ย
His hair was no longer its usual dark hazelnut brown with a caramel gradient, cropped short and styled neatly with an undercut. Instead, he had wavy, shoulder length black hair with bangs. Fucking bangs! Both of his ears were stacked with silver hoops, all different in size โ rather than a small stud in each earlobe. He still couldnโt believe the amount of piercings that adorned his face. The barbel through his eyebrow was silver, matching the silver ring through his nose and the two silver rings through his lower lip. Shakily, Jungkook opened his mouth and poked out his tongue. The jewelry nestled in the center of his tongue was actually black, rather than silver.ย
He had to be dead. There was no other logical explanation. Either that or he was having some kind of freaky sleep paralysis where he canโt wake up.ย
His heartbeat was racing a million miles an hour. Jungkook felt like he could have a heart attack any second now. He didnโt want to be dead. Why wasnโt he waking up? Close your eyes and imagine waking up! And yet, his curiosity didnโt stop him from inspecting the rest of his physical appearance.ย
His shoulders were definitely wider; broader and more defined. His jawline seemed to be sharper; chiseled and more refined. But what really had him choking on air was the sheer amount of ink that decorated his skin. Bug-eyed, Jungkook stared incredulously at his honey-toned physique. His right arm was covered in an extensively detailed tattoo sleeve. It began at his shoulder blade and continued onto his hand. His mouth fell open because it didnโt stop there. Both of his taut pectorals were inked with matching tattoos. They were large tigers, mid-growl, starting from his collarbone and ending just above his nipples. And of fucking course, his nipples were pierced. Silver barbels. Again. Similarly to the ink on his chest, he had two matching tattoos along his sculpted abdomen and down to his v-line. These ones were snakes however; mouths opened, fangs extended and forked tongues out. From what he could tell, the snakes continued over to his back where he presumed their tails were.ย
โWhat the fuck?โ He whispered, unable to comprehend what was going on, โWhat the actual fuck!โ The last part of his sentence ended up being a shout and it echoed throughout the bathroom.ย
He immediately grasped at the basin then, clutching the porcelain for dear life as he hung his head, This is a dream. Youโre not dead. Itโs a dream. Youโre not dead! Itโs a dream!ย
โKoo?โ A feminine voice sounded from the hall, โBabe are you okay?โย
He froze.ย
Like a lightning bolt had struck his spine, Jungkook stiffened and stood up straight. He had been so preoccupied with his new appearance that heโd completely forgotten where he was. He was currently in some strange womanโs bathroom. This was her apartment, not his two and half million dollar condo. And now heโd summoned her to come and make sure everythingโs okay.ย
Except nothing was fucking okay and Jungkook wished he would wake up from this petrifying nightmare.
โHey babe?โ You called softly as you knocked lightly on the doorframe, โI heard you yell. Did you cut yourself while shaving again?โ
Jungkook felt your presence behind him without even taking a look in the mirror. Jungkook inhaled stiffly through his nose when you wrapped your arms around his cinched waist from behind, your hands interlacing over his half-inked belly. The action felt so intimate and that made Jungkook feel queasy. He didnโt do sleepovers with one night standโs and this kind of clingy bullshit was one of the major reasons why.ย
โGood morning,โ you said into the dip of his spine, โIs everything okay?โ
No! He wanted to scream at you, Nothing is okay! But he couldnโt say that. He didnโt even fucking know you. It wouldnโt be right to unleash his pent up emotions on a stranger. And despite the fact heโd most likely slept with you the night before (although it was kind of hard to be certain because he was dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants but he was also shirtless, so itโs anyoneโs guess), he didnโt know who you were. He doesnโt recall the sound of your voice, your face or even your name. So he had to tread carefully, while also getting some clarification.ย
โYeah Iโm, uhโฆ fine,โ he croaked, โDid we fuck last night?โ
You giggled, โMany times. Why? Are you still horny?โ Your fingertips slid towards the waistband of his sweatpants and Jungkook wriggled out of your embrace, swiveling around so that you were facing each other.ย
If he wasnโt so fucking confused, he wouldโve taken more time to drink in your full appearance. You were dressed head to toe in what he assumed was a uniform โ sleek black dress pants, a collared shirt, cardigan and comfortable black shoes. Your hair was pulled back from your face with two large clips and you didnโt seem to be wearing much makeup; or possibly any makeup at all. Within seconds, he could tell that you were a natural beauty. Even when you were frowning in concern.ย
โWho are you?โย
You rolled your eyes playfully, โHow many times do you want me to say it? You asked me like a thousand times last night!โ You teased, but caved anyway because you couldnโt deny him, โIโm your future wife.โ
Jungkook choked on his saliva so hard he began coughing. Hard.ย
โOh my god Koo,โ you gasped, hurrying over to him and tenderly rubbing his back, โCareful! Do you need some water?โ You didnโt wait for him to respond. Instead, you reached for the empty glass beside your spearmint mouthwash and filled it to the top. You hastily brought the glass to Jungkook, eyes filled with worry, โHere babe. Slowly drink this.โ
Eyes watering and chest heaving at his throaty coughs, Jungkook accepted the water and brought the glass to his lips. He drank about half the glass before placing it down onto the basin, his hands now beginning to shake. Jungkook felt his head spinning. He didnโt know what to fucking think. The only plausible explanation was that he was experiencing a very lucid dream. Because how else could one explain this?
โWhatโs going on with you this morning?โ You asked him, voice soft and caring. You gently cupped his cheeks, imploring him to look at you. He was acting strange. His questions were his usual style of humor but they didnโt hold the same kind of jest. It felt like his words were missing personality; everything felt a little rigid and a little distant. You briefly wondered if he was having second thoughts.ย
It pained you to even think that for a split second, because last night was truly the best night of your entire life. Your boyfriend and equally best friend of two years proposed. Heโd gotten down on one knee and asked you to marry him. You wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your lives together as husband and wife, so of course you said yes. The simplistic but elegant white gold diamond band that you wore proudly on your left hand was physical proof of that.ย
You sincerely hoped he wasnโt having cold feet about your engagement.ย
Jungkook didnโt know how to respond. He didnโt know what he could possibly say without sounding insane. Was this even some messed up dream anymore? Because things were starting to feel freakishly real. Surely he would have woken up by now if this was all a nightmareโฆ Right? His head was throbbing and he felt like he could pass out any given moment.ย
โBabe? Koo?โ You tried to regain his attention, โJungkook, talk to me. Youโre scaring me.โ You gently rubbed your thumb over his cheek. The more he remained silent, the more anxiety built up in the pit of your stomach. Was he not ready for marriage after all? You thought to yourself, Does he regret the proposal?
Jungkook lifted his eyes to meet yours and immediately something struck at his chest. He was overwhelmed by the sheer adoration in your eyes. Frankly, he was more than overwhelmed. He was terrified. Nobody had ever looked at him that way and he felt sick to his stomach. That wasnโt the gaze of a delusional fangirl with hopes that Jungkook would marry them. That wasnโt the gaze of a wannabe influencer trying to coax him into collaborating. That wasnโt the gaze of a one night stand heโd pounded into the mattress mere hours prior. He could only describe that gaze as loving and Jungkook doesnโt fucking do love. He doesn't do relationships. Period. So the fact heโs woken up as an unrecognizable version of himself, in an apartment he doesnโt know, with a woman obviously in love with him and proclaiming to be his future wife? Jungkook may as well be as good as dead.ย
He needed to get the fuck out of there.ย
This was all way too much for him. You and your lovey-dovey eyes and gentle caresses were way too much for him. He couldnโt be there any longer. He needed to breathe. He needed to clear his head. Better yet, he needed to find Yeonjun or Wooyoung or Felix and get their help. He wanted this nightmare to end. He wanted his normal life back.ย
โIโm fineโฆ Itโs fine. I just, um, need some fresh air.โย
โOh okay.โ
You sounded dejected but Jungkook didn't bother to acknowledge that. He shrugged away from you and rushed out of the bathroom. He re-entered your bedroom, beelining straight for the free standing closet. He yanked the doors open, eyes shifting to the side that obviously seemed to be โhisโ and sorted through the assortment of clothes. What the fuck is this shit? He thought to himself, repulsed by the choices and lack thereof, I would never wear this garbage.ย
Hung from the black plastic coat hangers were clothes Jungkook most likely wore when he was still in middle school. Everything from graphic tees, monochromatic shirts and tank tops and oversized crewnecks. The only relieving factor was the grayscale color scheme โ as thatโs what he preferred to wear usually. Except in the form of Versace tuxedos and co-ordinating Louis Vuitton sets rather than street apparel he could find at a thrift store.
Begrudgingly, Jungkook threw on a plain white sleeveless tee and a black zip-up hoodie that he left open. It was basic as hell in his opinion, but it would have to suffice for now. It wasnโt like he was going to be trapped in his weird fucking timewarp-slash-nightmare for much longer anyway. He desperately wanted to change out of the sweatpants he was wearing, as they were practically falling apart at the seams and the inner lined fleece had lost its softness. But he also had no idea where his pants would reside. There was a tall dresser near the right side of the bed that was calling out to him. Surely it wouldnโt take him too long to find something else to change into?
There was only one way to find out.ย
While Jungkook busied himself with searching the dresser, you were now in the kitchen, turning on the coffeemaker for him. Once the machine whirred to life, you lifted your phone off the countertop and pressed the call button beside Yoongiโs contact. Yoongi was not only Jungkookโs employer, but his very best friend. The pair were essentially two peas in a pod; they did everything together. And they had been doing so since before you even met your fiancรฉ.ย
Yoongi, unlike Jungkook, had short, platinum blonde hair that he parted in the middle and styled effortlessly with a black bandana. A complete contrast to his best friendโs long, shoulder length black strands. On the other hand though, Yoongi, like Jungkook, was covered in tattoos. But wherein your man had a full sleeve on his arm and ink from his chest to his waist, Yoongiโs body art was scattered across his thighs, calves and upper back. The pair couldnโt be more different with their tattoo placements and thatโs one of many reasons as to why they were so successful at their jobs. That, and their preferred styles. Jungkook liked splashes of color amongst the black while Yoongi only dabbled in black and gray. Where Jungkook liked blackwork, neo traditional and American old school traditional; Yoongi favored realism, Japanese Irezumi and illustrative.ย
Tattoos aside, the pair also had some other similarities. They both had the same shoe size, which you found to be rather endearing and simultaneously entertaining. Yoongi had a couple of piercings, just not as many as Jungkook. The oldest of four years had a septum ring, both earlobes triple pierced, an industrial on his left ear and a philtrum piercing (commonly known as a Medusa). You were almost certain Yoongi had a Prince Albert tooโฆ if you were going off by the rumors youโd heard. Jungkook had yet to confirm or deny that claim.ย
Speaking of your fiancรฉ, you didnโt know what else to do. Jungkook wasnโt himself and you were beginning to think that he regrets popping the question. Maybe he thought he was ready for the commitment but in reality he wasnโt. Maybe he had convinced himself it was the next step in your relationship and was now realizing that he had jumped the gun too soon. Whatever it could be, you wanted to hear Yoongiโs opinion on it first and potentially see if the elder can get some answers from Jungkook when he clocks in for work.ย
โHey soon-to-be Mrs Jeon,โ Yoongi greeted cheerfully, โCongratulations cutie. Iโm so glad he finally did it.โ
Oh how his words were bittersweet. You forced a smile to save face, even though he couldn't see you, โThanks Yoongs.โ
โOh-kayโฆ Not the tone I was expecting. Are you not happy?โ
If there was one thing you knew about Yoongi, it was how perceptive he was. Not just of your feelings and emotions, but Jungkookโs as well. Throughout your relationship, Yoongi had been a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on and a helping hand for the both of you. He was exceptionally wise and always gave great advice, even at times you were too stubborn to accept it. Youโd long moved past the stubbornness and sought out your friendโs wisdom willingly and eagerly. So with that being said, it wasnโt a shock that Yoongi could sense something was off.ย
You sighed, โOf course I am. Iโm over the moon. It was everything I wanted and more butโฆโย
โBut?โ Yoongi prompted gently.ย
โI donโt think Jungkook is happy. I think heโs regretting it.โ The words felt bitter falling off your tongue, leaving an uncomfortably sour taste in your mouth. It wasnโt a pleasant feeling. Admitting your worries aloud only made the situation ten times worse. You could tell Yoongi was perplexed, given the bewildered noise that escaped him.ย
โWhy would you think that? Did he say something?โ
โItโs more what he didnโt say,โ you said, โHeโs been acting odd all morning and he wonโt talk to me about it.โย
A low murmur reverberated from the receiving end, indicating that Yoongi was mulling over what youโd told him. Besides yourself, Yoongi knew and understood Jungkook better than anyone else. Perhaps this peculiar behavior had occurred once before; prior to you meeting your husband-to-be.ย
โIn what way is he acting odd?โ Yoongi finally asked after a beat of silence.ย
โWell it's a couple things really. First, he didnโt come into the kitchen for breakfast. Bacon is his second favorite thing to pork belly so that was already a little strange,โ you began recounting the events, โAnd then I heard him yelling from the bathroom so I went to go see if he was okay and he was so stiff.โ
โStiff?โ Yoongi echoed.ย
โYeah, he went all rigid when I hugged him. He didnโt lean into my touch and he actually shrugged me offโฆโ
Yoongi hummed, โMaybe he slept funny?โ
โI donโt think thatโs the problem,โ you sighed, โHe asked me who I was โ which he did all of last night, wanting me to say Iโm his future wife โ and when I did, he started coughing so hard I thought he was going to choke, Yoongs.โ
โOkay, yeah, thatโs a little weird.โ
โHe looked at me like I was insane and then he asked for some fresh air and pretty much bolted away from me,โ although you felt a little lighter having gotten all of this off your chest, you couldn't shake the uneasiness that had formed in your lower stomach, โThat sounds like he regrets proposing, right?โ
โHey, cโmon, you canโt think like that,โ Yoongi said softly, โThereโs gotta be another reason why heโs acting this way. Heโs been planning the proposal for almost five months, itโs all he could talk about. Kook wants to marry you more than anything else.โ His words brought you a quick dose of comfort, but only momentarily. You couldnโt shake the unnerving fear that he didnโt want this anymore; the life-long commitment, the engagement, the relationship. You were petrified that he didnโt want you anymore.ย
Now, you werenโt an overly insecure person. Youโd grown to be comfortable in your own skin and learned to take other peopleโs opinions on your physical appearance with a grain of salt. Since middle school, it had been quite the journey to get to this stage of self love and acceptance. You knew what it was like to look at yourself in the mirror and loathe what you saw. Yes, there had been plenty of times in the past where you wished you could change things about yourself. Thereโd been times where you cried in fitting rooms and times where youโd compare yourself to other women at the gym and wonder what you were doing wrong as you didnโt look like them. But youโd grown from that. You learned to appreciate your body and all its curves. You learned to find the beauty that others couldnโt see, even on the days it seemed near impossible.ย
But you were also human. And that meant you struggled from time to time, particularly when it came to the women that would ask your man to tattoo them. Young women flooded his business Instagram inbox on the daily and although you were pretty good at not letting that get to you; there were instances that were certainly harder than others. Deep down, you realistically knew that Jungkook wouldnโt ever leave you for a client but it was still a valid fear. Didnโt everyone fear losing their loved ones to someone else? From what you understood, everyone had a fear of not being good enough. It was only natural amongst this generation, wasnโt it?ย
So what if Jungkook realized you werenโt the woman he wanted to marry after all? What if that was the reason why he was being distant and pulling away from you? Yoongi may not believe that but you couldn't rule that out as a possibility.ย
Exhaling, you glanced at your beautiful engagement band, โWhat else could it be then?โ God, Jungkook really chose the perfect ring. Itโs just so pretty.
โAs much as I donโt wanna say it,โ Yoongi clicked his tongue, โHeโs probably all in his head about money. You know how he gets about finances. And weddings are expensive as shit.โ
You pondered his words and realized that heโd made an excellent point โ one that hadnโt crossed your mind. You were so trapped in your own negativity that you hadnโt even stopped to think about how this new change in relationship dynamic would affect Jungkook. And for that, you felt rightfully silly.ย
โFuck, youโre right,โ and this was why you called Yoongi in the first place, โShould I give him some space then?โ You didnโt want to ignore the situation at hand but you also didnโt want to make matters worse. Evidently Jungkook was struggling with some aspect of your relationship and if you were to push him too far with the questioning, you may never get him to open up to you at all. So maybe space would be beneficial for the both of you. Besides, Yoongi would be by his side in case Jungkook needed to vent about what was going on inside his brain.ย
โLook cutie, itโs completely up to you,โ Yoongi said, his tone soft and compassionate, โBut I think Kook asking for fresh air was a way of asking for a little space without overtly asking for it, you know?โ
You hummed in agreement. You did know. You shouldโve known but hey, your judgment was clouded by concern for him in the heat of the moment. All you needed was to talk things out and get another perspective. Now having achieved that, you donโt feel as lousy as you did before.ย
โThanks for listening, Yoongs.โ
โIโm always here for you both,โ you could hear his smile through the phone, โGive him some time to work out whatever shit heโs overthinking and before you know it, heโll be telling every man and his dog that youโre his fiancรฉe.โ Yoongiโs light chuckle initiated an airy laugh to escape your lips; your heart feeling a lot less heavy.ย
The two of you bid each other goodbye before you ended the phone call. Looking up at the analogue clock that hung above your refrigerator, you sighed when you realized that you had to leave for work in ten minutes. Honestly, you weren't exactly in the mood to work today but if money was the thing that was currently tormenting Jungkook, you couldnโt turn down a shift. You wanted him to see that the weight didnโt solely rest on his shoulders. You two were a team. Only now, itโs โtil death do you part.ย
You were in the middle of adding ice cubes to your tumbler for your daily iced coffee when Jungkook came barreling down the hall. Hot damn, you thought as he searched for his car keys on the hook near the entryway, Thatโs my man. He looked mouthwatering in his get-up, consisting of light wash denim, a white tank and a zip-up black hoodie. You couldnโt recall the last time he wore something other than a graphic tee and you were absolutely digging this look.ย
โHey Koo, I made you a coffโโ
A loud scoff fell from his pierced lips, cutting you off as his steely eyes stared you down, โI donโt know who you are or what your sick little game is but stay the hell away from me.โ
Your mouth fell open. His words felt like an arrow to the heart and a knife to the stomach all at once. Never in your two years of being together had he spoken to you in such a manner. The venom that coated his words didnโt even make any sense to you. He was the one that got down on one knee last night so why was he acting this way? What did you do to deserve this sort of treatment? You blinked back tears, only because you didnโt want to show up for work with red-rimmed eyes. Who was this version of Jeon Jungkook? Because this sure as hell wasnโt the same man you fell head over heels in love with.ย
โJungkookโโ you tried to call for him but he was already flying out the door. All that could be heard was the sound of the front door slamming against its hinges and a strangled sob tumbling from your trembling lips.ย
Jungkook didnโt have a fucking clue where he was.ย
After descending two flights of stairs, Jungkook exited the slightly rundown walk up apartment building and found himself on a street heโd never seen before. He was still in the same city but nowhere near the neighborhood his luxurious condominium dwelled.ย
He ran a tattooed hand through his hair in frustration. He needed to be anywhere else but here. He had to track down his friends and try to figure out what the fuck was happening to him. Maybe he was under some form of hypnosis? Maybe the woman who owned the apartment had kidnapped him and been holding him hostage for years! Each idea was crazier than the next and Jungkook hated feeling so lost and confused.ย
Nothing was making sense. How was any of this possible? He still felt like himself while also feeling like a totally different person. It was driving him mad and he could feel himself going berserk.ย
Clicking the button on the keys heโd taken from upstairs, Jungkook was hoping a sleek Mercedes or Audi would beep at him. Instead, nothing came. He couldnโt even see a car of that caliber parked along the sidewalk. Everything around him looked to be at least a decade or two old and they were all KIA and Hyundai, with a sprinkle of Honda and Toyota here and there. He really wasnโt anywhere near downtown and it was becoming more prominent as time went on. He had to get as far away from here as soon as possible.ย
Inspecting the key fob once more, Jungkookโs eyes widened when he realized that it belonged to a motorcycle brand. Thereโs no fucking wayโฆ He refused to get on a road bike. It simply wasnโt happening. The motorcycle was parked on the curb and chained to a fire hydrant. It was a nice looking machine, Jungkook couldnโt deny that. The bike was mostly black with patches of dark silver, which he assumed to be platinum. Despite how aesthetically pleasing it looked, he knew better than to ride it. If he were to get into an accident and scar up his money-making face? That would be the end of his career. He couldnโt allow that to happen. Not a chance in hell.ย
Jungkook grunted in annoyance and clicked the center button once more to relock the motorcycle. He stashed the key into the front pocket of his jeans and rubbed his hands over his face. The grunts only became louder and gruffer as his fingers grazed his facial piercings. Fuck! He cursed internally, When will this fucking nightmare end?
Unsure of what to do and where to go, Jungkookโs hands fisted at his sides. He was seconds away from walking down the street and hailing a cab when he heard his name being called. It was you. Again. You looked distressed and the last thing he needed right now was a confrontation with someone who could very well be a stalker. Or a kidnapper. Or both. Who fucking knew at this point? All he knew is that you were obsessed with him and he had no idea who the hell you were.
โWhat the actual fuck is up with you?โ You cried at him, โWe donโt talk to each other that way! And we sure as fuck donโt leave mid-conversation!โ
Before Jungkook could tell you to fuck off, a silver sedan pulled up along the sidewalk. The window on the driverโs side rolled down and you visibly sighed in relief. What was it now?ย
โAy-yo Kook,โ a platinum haired man hollered, โLet me take you to work. I think you and Y/N need some space, yeah?โย
Y/N. All this time it hadn't occurred to him that he didnโt catch your name. It was pretty and suited you well, even if he thought you were certifiably insane and potentially holding him captive in your apartment against his will. Because that was the only explanation that made some kind of sense. Other than that, the only viable option was that heโd woken up in some kind of multiverse like in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. And that shit was just science fictionโฆ or so he thought.ย
Glancing between you and the blonde stranger, Jungkook made a decision within a split second. He ran. He took off in a sprint, running down the street as fast as his legs could carry him. He ignored the shrill screams coming from behind him, forcing your insistences to fall on deaf ears. Heโd always been good at long distance and short distance sprinting, so it didnโt take him long at all to get away and locate the nearest Internet cafe.ย
He stumbled inside the modest establishment, panting heavily as his thighs and lower calves burned from exertion. The last time Jungkook ran that fast was most likely in high school for a physical education class or a sports carnival, so it was no surprise that his body was aching right at that moment.ย
Jungkook took a seat and instantly logged into one of the computers. He hadnโt been to an Internet cafe since he was a prepubescent, so he was a little rusty with the operations. However, it was nice to have something that he knew well; something nostalgic. Something familiar. Jungkook brought up a search engine and typed in his full name. He wouldโve done this earlier but he didnโt know where his phone was, so browsing the Internet was going to have to suffice for now.ย
When the search results showed, Jungkook felt his throat close up. Where was his Wikipedia page? Where were the links to his Instagram profile? His TikTok account? Why wasnโt there images of himself at award shows and leaving exclusive clubs with his best friends? He was starting to panic. Frantically, Jungkook added The Challengers after his name. Nothing popped up.ย
โNo, no,โ he uttered out shakily, โThis canโt be happening.โย
He continued to search his name with words and phrases that all pertained to his celebrity life, but each time the results failed him. According to the Internet, he simply ceased to exist. The burden of that realization was beginning to weigh heavy on his chest. Jungkook felt like he couldnโt breathe. Was he having a panic attack? Why did it feel like the walls were closing in on him?ย
Stricken, Jungkook opened up another window and typed in Yeonjunโs full name. His face showed immediately. Choi Yeonjun. Social media influencer. All of Yeonjunโs personal accounts were linked below and there were even some articles from gossip magazines. So Yeonjun was famous but he wasnโt? Jungkook swallowed harshly and searched the others names. Jung Wooyoung. Content creator. Lee Felix. Television personality. Seeing his friends' faces staring back at him through the monitor made him want to hurl. How come they still had their fame and glory? Why had Jungkook suddenly vanished from their world?ย
He frowned sourly as he scrolled through the dozens upon dozens of images of his friends doing things that Jungkook was supposed to be doing with them. There was another guy with them โ he could only assume was his replacement โ to which Jungkook barely recognized. Heโd probably seen the dude in passing at an event or something akin to that, but obviously he didnโt leave an outstanding impression. A caption on one of the pictures informed him that the dudeโs name was Cha Eunwoo and that he was an actor. He was famous for being the lead role in a popular Netflix drama. If Jungkook wasnโt bitter before, he certainly was now.ย
He exited the window, shut down the computer with a huff and slammed his hands down onto the keyboard. He was furious. More than that, he was livid. His life was fucking gone! Everything heโd worked hard for had evaporated into thin air. And now he was stuck in some other life with long hair, tattoos, piercings, a shitty motorcycle, an old ass apartment while apparently engaged to a woman obviously in love with him? How the fuck did he end up here? What could he have possibly done to deserve this?
Dropping his head in his hands, Jungkook wanted to scream. Or cry. Or both. Amidst his wallowing, a tiny voice in the back of his mind reiterated a warning heโd heard not too long ago: โItโs really a shame you have that kind of attitude, when for all you know, you could wake up tomorrow morning and this life of yours could be gone,โ a pained, strangled gasp escaped Jungkookโs pierced lips as he slowly lifted his head, โCould wake up tomorrow morning and this life of yours could be gone. Could be goneโฆโ
And as Jungkook stared at his anguished reflection in the computer monitor, he came to the agonizing conclusion that heโd royally fucked up and he was now paying the ultimate price. If only he had listened. If only he hadnโt been so arrogant. If only he had been more considerate.ย
Maybe this was the wake up call he needed. Maybe this will set his priorities straight.ย
Maybe this timeโฆ heโll learn his lesson.
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โ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : alternative!yoongi x reader
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โ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: yoongi has tongue pierings, bigdick!yoongi, dirty talk, raw sex, riding, nipple play, nipple biting, minor hair tugging, size kink, using a polaroid during sex, mention of dacryphilia to open
disclaimer: this is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. yoongi is used solely as a face and a name for the story. this is not a representation of real-life scenarios.
โDonโt hide your pretty noises. I want you to cry for me.โ Yoongi emphasises his requests as he speeds up his pace. His lips bathing your shoulder in kisses as he makes his way up to the sensitive part of your neck, causing you to shiver under his touch.
His name leaves your lips in a sinful prayer for the man in between your thighs. You canโt think, you canโt breathe, all youโre able to do is feel him filling you to the brim with all of him as tears wet your eyes, obscuring your vision.
โYouโre fucking perfect,โ you hear Yoongi muttering into your chest as you move yourself up and down, impaling yourself on his cock, โtreating me well, niโah, fuck baby!โ
Yoongiโs head is thrown back against the plush grey headrest of the couch, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth as he grunts in pleasure. One of his hands rest on your hips, the warmth of his palm and the coldness of his rings decorating his lithe fingers causes shivers to run over your body.
He is incredible. Insatiable even. Yoongi knows your body better than you know it yourself. He knows just how to fuck you right, every single time.
With your body shaking and eyes screwed shut tight in arousal, you miss Yoongi reaching out beside him. A click, accompanied by a quick bright flash takes you by surprise, causing your eyes to flutter open.
Halting your movements, you peer down at Yoongi who is staring straight into your eyes โ blackened, blown out and filled with lust. You clench your pussy around his cock and smile at the polaroid in his hands.
โWant to remember this moment.โ
โWell let me help you,โ you tell him as you grab at his hand and place it on your tits, guiding him to palm you. Yoongi is more than happy to indulge you and plays with your nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger, tugging at the bud, watching it harden under his touch. You lace your fingers with his and then watch as he snaps a new image of him groping you.
One of your hands comes to rest on the back of his head, fingers gripping into his long strands of raven hair and giving them a soft tug in that way he loves. You lean down and kiss Yoongi with a surge of urgency. Itโs wet and messy as your tongues tangle and lips smack against each other. His dual tongue bars give the kiss an added edge as he usages it to his advantage to lick against your lower lip before pulling at the skin in between his teeth. From below, you feel Yoongi lift his hips causing the tip of his cock to press deeper inside of you. A strangled moan slips past your kiss bitten lips at the welcomed pleasure.
Yoongi is thick and heavy inside of you, stretching you loose in ways no man ever has done before. Sex with Yoongi is always exciting and with added kinks to explore with each other, he always leaves you wanting more every time.
โHowโs my angel doing?โ He whispers as he plays about with the settings on the camera before pointing the lens back in your direction.
โG-good, want to keep goingโfuck!โ You curse at the end as he moves his hips again and snaps another image of you as your face contorts in unadulterated pleasure.
โGโon, move for me princess, show me how cock drunk you get for me, yeah.โ
You donโt need to be told twice. You slid your hands across his chest, tracing the lines of the dragon tattoo that spans across his well built upper body. Through lustful eyes, you watch as Yoongi bites his lip at your touch and you keen, knowing that youโre the one to bring Min Yoongi down to this state with you.
Lifting your hips, you glide your cunt from his base to the tip, managing to feel every vein that wraps around his pretty length.
โFuck, wait stay there. Let me get a picture of this, holy shitโฆโ Yoongi proclaims and takes the third picture on the polaroid. โDonโt move. Keep yourself hugging my tip, fuck you gotta see how wet you got my cock princess.โ
You do as youโre told and you keep your body positioned above him, cockhead nuzzled snuggly in your small hole as you await the polaroid to print the film.
Minutes pass and it doesnโt take long for your legs to start trembling from your muscles being stagnant in this position for a little longer than youโre used to.
โYoongi, I wanna fuck!โ Your protest comes out whiny as you fight the urge to drop yourself down to begin fucking him again.
The sound of the polaroid printing is heard between the both of you and you watch as Yoongi reaches for the film, shaking it in the air for a few seconds before looking at it.
He groans, and you feel arousal build up and leak onto Yoongiโs cock. The sounds that Yoongi creates, every moan, every rumble of his chest pushes you to keep still.
Next thing, Yoongi is twisting the picture around for you to see with your own eyes and what a sight it was. His length looks swollen with use, hard and stunningly decorated in those pretty veins you enjoy giving attention when he allows you. His length glistens under the flash of the camera from the juices he has spilled from your pussy and now itโs your turn to moan.
โCan you see too? The way I barely fit inside youโฆโ he trails off. โLook at you struggling to take my fat cock in your tight cunt, Iโve never seen anything so fucking stunning. This is art.โ
Warmth spreads around your body at his words as you look at the image as he speaks to you with so much filth. You flutter around him, utterly brain dead from Yoongiโs cock.
Youโre not given enough time to think before Yoongi rocks his hips up, stroking your walls beautifully as he pulls you down to bury himself back in the hilt of his home which is your pussy. Tears gather in your eyes, giving them a sparkle that Yoongi loves to coax from you as he throws the camera back to the side in order for him to guide you up and down his throbbing dick.
The burn in your thighs is present and makes itself apparent as you continue to work your muscles into overdrive as you ride Yoongi like your life depended on it. Yoongi wraps both his hands around your back, palms resting against your clammy skin as he whispers filthy praises and prays of you into your skin, absolutely lost in the lust that is you and your tiny cunt.
You scratch at his chest, digging your nails through the dragon tattoo, breaking the skin and knowing that there will be a trail of red desire marked into his skin for the evening.
โYouโre so big!โ You hiccup, feeling Yoongi increase the speed of his hips into you, his ego swelling at your words.
โAh, your pussy is leaking all over me, making such a mess of me angel.โ Yoongi punctuates his words with a firm buck into your cunt, Yoongi highlights the loud squelching sounds of your ministrations.
One of his hands finds your wrist and brings it up to his mouth where he places kiss after kiss on each knuckle. He guides your hand further down until it finds the column of his throat and you rest there.
โGโon princess, choke me a little,โ Yoongi grunts through gritted teeth and so you do as youโre told, applying a light amount of pressure around Yoongiโs throat. You watch as Yoongiโs eyes flutter closed and his mouth opens in pleasure, his tongue coming out to lick at the corner of his lips. The glint of his tongue ring makes you whine. Your body manages to fight through the overstimulation of his cock fucking into you over and over again as you take over as much as Yoongi is allowing you.
Now, youโre using each other and itโs never felt so fucking pleasurable. You eye the polaroids that Yoongi had taken early scattered around the sofa around his body and you smirk as the tears are rolling down your cheeks in small rivulets. You are both drowning each other in sex so intense, the pleasure borders on almost painful.
With each drop off your hips, you feel him deep in your stomach. Your body burns in overexertion but you donโt stop until youโve both reached your ends.
โIโm taking you so well, Yoongi, can you feel me!?โ You swivel your hips as you ask.
โNobody got a pussy like yoursโฆ best pussy Iโve ever fucked, princess, swear.โ Yoongi rasps through your hold on his throat. At his words, you squeeze your fingers just a little tighter around his throat.
โYou gonna come, angel?โ
You nod at him. โIโm so close, please. Please, I need to!โ You beg him to let you finally reach your climax, your hips working faster.
โJust like that baby, youโre doing so good.โ you could hear that his voice is straining as his hips become sloppier in their movements. Your spare hand reaches for the headrest of the sofa behind him.
โFuck, yes, keep going, keep going, Iโm gonna fill you to the fucking brim, gonna watch you bloat with my cum,โ Yoongi is loud, not afraid who around you both hears his promise to you.ย
The living room fills with moans and skin slapping against skin as the pair of you use each other to reach your climaxes. Finally, yoongi leans forward and takes a nipple in between his teeth and runs both his tongue bars over the hardened bud back and forth. Yoongi bites down hard and in return, your pussy vices him in and your hands release from his neck. All at once, Yoongiโs breath hitches as the air returns to his burning lungs and comes inside of you, filling you with his hot sticky white seed as he paints your body with filthy praises.
Soon after, you meet your orgasm shortly behind his own. Your body stills as you tremble above him as your body releases your arousal all over Yoongi, making a mess of him and probably the couch underneath.
He is quick to wrap his arms around you, holding you as your body twitches through your orgasm. Yoongi canโt help but give tiny shallow thrusts to help aid you through it.
You both bask in the glow of intense sex as you both collapse onto each other. Yoongi is the first to move as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up off of his softening cock. The feeling of him moving through your sensitive cunt causes you to hiss but you pout when he has fully removed himself.
After catching his breath, Yoongi guides you to lie down on the sofa as he reaches once more for the polaroid.
โYoongi, whatโre youโ,โ youโre cut off with the familiar click of the camera and bright flash momentarily brightening up the living room before bathing it back in itโs natural darkness.
โI canโt fuck you that well and not get the money shot, can I?โ You hear the smirk in his voice. You feel a hand wrap around your ankle and then your legs are being pried apart slowly. โCโmon, let me see how messy you are for me, yeah?โ
Now itโs your turn to laugh as you indulge Yoongi in his request, giving him the opportunity to get the device up close and personal to your cunt before snapping a new image.
โYeah, these are definitely going into the wank bank for later.โ
โ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : alternative!yoongi x reader
โ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: 2k
โ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: yoongi has tongue pierings, bigdick!yoongi, dirty talk, raw sex, riding, nipple play, nipple biting, minor hair tugging, size kink, using a polaroid during sex
disclaimer: this is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. yoongi is used solely as a face and a name for the story. this is not a representation of real-life scenarios.
โDonโt hide your pretty noises. I want you to cry for me.โ Yoongi emphasises his requests as he speeds up his pace. His lips bathing your shoulder in kisses as he makes his way up to the sensitive part of your neck, causing you to shiver under his touch.
His name leaves your lips in a sinful prayer for the man in between your thighs. You canโt think, you canโt breathe, all youโre able to do is feel him filling you to the brim with all of him as tears wet your eyes, obscuring your vision.
โYouโre fucking perfect,โ you hear Yoongi muttering into your chest as you move yourself up and down, impaling yourself on his cock, โtreating me well, niโah, fuck baby!โ
Yoongiโs head is thrown back against the plush grey headrest of the couch, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth as he grunts in pleasure. One of his hands rest on your hips, the warmth of his palm and the coldness of his rings decorating his lithe fingers causes shivers to run over your body.
He is incredible. Insatiable even. Yoongi knows your body better than you know it yourself. He knows just how to fuck you right, every single time.
With your body shaking and eyes screwed shut tight in arousal, you miss Yoongi reaching out beside him. A click, accompanied by a quick bright flash takes you by surprise, causing your eyes to flutter open.
Halting your movements, you peer down at Yoongi who is staring straight into your eyes โ blackened, blown out and filled with lust. You clench your pussy around his cock and smile at the polaroid in his hands.
โWant to remember this moment.โ
โWell let me help you,โ you tell him as you grab at his hand and place it on your tits, guiding him to palm you. Yoongi is more than happy to indulge you and plays with your nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger, tugging at the bud, watching it harden under his touch. You lace your fingers with his and then watch as he snaps a new image of him groping you.
One of your hands comes to rest on the back of his head, fingers gripping into his long strands of raven hair and giving them a soft tug in that way he loves. You lean down and kiss Yoongi with a surge of urgency. Itโs wet and messy as your tongues tangle and lips smack against each other. His dual tongue bars give the kiss an added edge as he usages it to his advantage to lick against your lower lip before pulling at the skin in between his teeth. From below, you feel Yoongi lift his hips causing the tip of his cock to press deeper inside of you. A strangled moan slips past your kiss bitten lips at the welcomed pleasure.
Yoongi is thick and heavy inside of you, stretching you loose in ways no man ever has done before. Sex with Yoongi is always exciting and with added kinks to explore with each other, he always leaves you wanting more every time.
โHowโs my angel doing?โ He whispers as he plays about with the settings on the camera before pointing the lens back in your direction.
โG-good, want to keep goingโfuck!โ You curse at the end as he moves his hips again and snaps another image of you as your face contorts in unadulterated pleasure.
โGโon, move for me princess, show me how cock drunk you get for me, yeah.โ
You donโt need to be told twice. You slid your hands across his chest, tracing the lines of the dragon tattoo that spans across his well built upper body. Through lustful eyes, you watch as Yoongi bites his lip at your touch and you keen, knowing that youโre the one to bring Min Yoongi down to this state with you.
Lifting your hips, you glide your cunt from his base to the tip, managing to feel every vein that wraps around his pretty length.
โFuck, wait stay there. Let me get a picture of this, holy shitโฆโ Yoongi proclaims and takes the third picture on the polaroid. โDonโt move. Keep yourself hugging my tip, fuck you gotta see how wet you got my cock princess.โ
You do as youโre told and you keep your body positioned above him, cockhead nuzzled snuggly in your small hole as you await the polaroid to print the film.
Minutes pass and it doesnโt take long for your legs to start trembling from your muscles being stagnant in this position for a little longer than youโre used to.
โYoongi, I wanna fuck!โ Your protest comes out whiny as you fight the urge to drop yourself down to begin fucking him again.
The sound of the polaroid printing is heard between the both of you and you watch as Yoongi reaches for the film, shaking it in the air for a few seconds before looking at it.
He groans, and you feel arousal build up and leak onto Yoongiโs cock. The sounds that Yoongi creates, every moan, every rumble of his chest pushes you to keep still.
Next thing, Yoongi is twisting the picture around for you to see with your own eyes and what a sight it was. His length looks swollen with use, hard and stunningly decorated in those pretty veins you enjoy giving attention when he allows you. His length glistens under the flash of the camera from the juices he has spilled from your pussy and now itโs your turn to moan.
โCan you see too? The way I barely fit inside youโฆโ he trails off. โLook at you struggling to take my fat cock in your tight cunt, Iโve never seen anything so fucking stunning. This is art.โ
Warmth spreads around your body at his words as you look at the image as he speaks to you with so much filth. You flutter around him, utterly brain dead from Yoongiโs cock.
Youโre not given enough time to think before Yoongi rocks his hips up, stroking your walls beautifully as he pulls you down to bury himself back in the hilt of his home which is your pussy. Tears gather in your eyes, giving them a sparkle that Yoongi loves to coax from you as he throws the camera back to the side in order for him to guide you up and down his throbbing dick.
The burn in your thighs is present and makes itself apparent as you continue to work your muscles into overdrive as you ride Yoongi like your life depended on it. Yoongi wraps both his hands around your back, palms resting against your clammy skin as he whispers filthy praises and prays of you into your skin, absolutely lost in the lust that is you and your tiny cunt.
You scratch at his chest, digging your nails through the dragon tattoo, breaking the skin and knowing that there will be a trail of red desire marked into his skin for the evening.
โYouโre so big!โ You hiccup, feeling Yoongi increase the speed of his hips into you, his ego swelling at your words.
โAh, your pussy is leaking all over me, making such a mess of me angel.โ Yoongi punctuates his words with a firm buck into your cunt, Yoongi highlights the loud squelching sounds of your ministrations.
One of his hands finds your wrist and brings it up to his mouth where he places kiss after kiss on each knuckle. He guides your hand further down until it finds the column of his throat and you rest there.
โGโon princess, choke me a little,โ Yoongi grunts through gritted teeth and so you do as youโre told, applying a light amount of pressure around Yoongiโs throat. You watch as Yoongiโs eyes flutter closed and his mouth opens in pleasure, his tongue coming out to lick at the corner of his lips. The glint of his tongue ring makes you whine. Your body manages to fight through the overstimulation of his cock fucking into you over and over again as you take over as much as Yoongi is allowing you.
Now, youโre using each other and itโs never felt so fucking pleasurable. You eye the polaroids that Yoongi had taken early scattered around the sofa around his body and you smirk as the tears are rolling down your cheeks in small rivulets. You are both drowning each other in sex so intense, the pleasure borders on almost painful.
With each drop off your hips, you feel him deep in your stomach. Your body burns in overexertion but you donโt stop until youโve both reached your ends.
โIโm taking you so well, Yoongi, can you feel me!?โ You swivel your hips as you ask.
โNobody got a pussy like yoursโฆ best pussy Iโve ever fucked, princess, swear.โ Yoongi rasps through your hold on his throat. At his words, you squeeze your fingers just a little tighter around his throat.
โYou gonna come, angel?โ
You nod at him. โIโm so close, please. Please, I need to!โ You beg him to let you finally reach your climax, your hips working faster.
โJust like that baby, youโre doing so good.โ you could hear that his voice is straining as his hips become sloppier in their movements. Your spare hand reaches for the headrest of the sofa behind him.
โFuck, yes, keep going, keep going, Iโm gonna fill you to the fucking brim, gonna watch you bloat with my cum,โ Yoongi is loud, not afraid who around you both hears his promise to you.ย
The living room fills with moans and skin slapping against skin as the pair of you use each other to reach your climaxes. Finally, yoongi leans forward and takes a nipple in between his teeth and runs both his tongue bars over the hardened bud back and forth. Yoongi bites down hard and in return, your pussy vices him in and your hands release from his neck. All at once, Yoongiโs breath hitches as the air returns to his burning lungs and comes inside of you, filling you with his hot sticky white seed as he paints your body with filthy praises.
Soon after, you meet your orgasm shortly behind his own. Your body stills as you tremble above him as your body releases your arousal all over Yoongi, making a mess of him and probably the couch underneath.
He is quick to wrap his arms around you, holding you as your body twitches through your orgasm. Yoongi canโt help but give tiny shallow thrusts to help aid you through it.
You both bask in the glow of intense sex as you both collapse onto each other. Yoongi is the first to move as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up off of his softening cock. The feeling of him moving through your sensitive cunt causes you to hiss but you pout when he has fully removed himself.
After catching his breath, Yoongi guides you to lie down on the sofa as he reaches once more for the polaroid.
โYoongi, whatโre youโ,โ youโre cut off with the familiar click of the camera and bright flash momentarily brightening up the living room before bathing it back in itโs natural darkness.
โI canโt fuck you that well and not get the money shot, can I?โ You hear the smirk in his voice. You feel a hand wrap around your ankle and then your legs are being pried apart slowly. โCโmon, let me see how messy you are for me, yeah?โ
Now itโs your turn to laugh as you indulge Yoongi in his request, giving him the opportunity to get the device up close and personal to your cunt before snapping a new image.
โYeah, these are definitely going into the wank bank for later.โ
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โ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: yoongi has tongue pierings, bigdick!yoongi, dirty talk, raw sex, riding, nipple play, nipple biting, minor hair tugging, size kink, using a polaroid during sex, mention of dacryphilia to open
disclaimer: this is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. yoongi is used solely as a face and a name for the story. this is not a representation of real-life scenarios.
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โDonโt hide your pretty noises. I want you to cry for me.โ Yoongi emphasises his requests as he speeds up his pace. His lips bathing your shoulder in kisses as he makes his way up to the sensitive part of your neck, causing you to shiver under his touch.
His name leaves your lips in a sinful prayer for the man in between your thighs. You canโt think, you canโt breathe, all youโre able to do is feel him filling you to the brim with all of him as tears wet your eyes, obscuring your vision.
โYouโre fucking perfect,โ you hear Yoongi muttering into your chest as you move yourself up and down, impaling yourself on his cock, โtreating me well, niโah, fuck baby!โ
Yoongiโs head is thrown back against the plush grey headrest of the couch, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth as he grunts in pleasure. One of his hands rest on your hips, the warmth of his palm and the coldness of his rings decorating his lithe fingers causes shivers to run over your body.
He is incredible. Insatiable even. Yoongi knows your body better than you know it yourself. He knows just how to fuck you right, every single time.
With your body shaking and eyes screwed shut tight in arousal, you miss Yoongi reaching out beside him. A click, accompanied by a quick bright flash takes you by surprise, causing your eyes to flutter open.
Halting your movements, you peer down at Yoongi who is staring straight into your eyes โ blackened, blown out and filled with lust. You clench your pussy around his cock and smile at the polaroid in his hands.
โWant to remember this moment.โ
โWell let me help you,โ you tell him as you grab at his hand and place it on your tits, guiding him to palm you. Yoongi is more than happy to indulge you and plays with your nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger, tugging at the bud, watching it harden under his touch. You lace your fingers with his and then watch as he snaps a new image of him groping you.
One of your hands comes to rest on the back of his head, fingers gripping into his long strands of raven hair and giving them a soft tug in that way he loves. You lean down and kiss Yoongi with a surge of urgency. Itโs wet and messy as your tongues tangle and lips smack against each other. His dual tongue bars give the kiss an added edge as he usages it to his advantage to lick against your lower lip before pulling at the skin in between his teeth. From below, you feel Yoongi lift his hips causing the tip of his cock to press deeper inside of you. A strangled moan slips past your kiss bitten lips at the welcomed pleasure.
Yoongi is thick and heavy inside of you, stretching you loose in ways no man ever has done before. Sex with Yoongi is always exciting and with added kinks to explore with each other, he always leaves you wanting more every time.
โHowโs my angel doing?โ He whispers as he plays about with the settings on the camera before pointing the lens back in your direction.
โG-good, want to keep goingโfuck!โ You curse at the end as he moves his hips again and snaps another image of you as your face contorts in unadulterated pleasure.
โGโon, move for me princess, show me how cock drunk you get for me, yeah.โ
You donโt need to be told twice. You slid your hands across his chest, tracing the lines of the dragon tattoo that spans across his well built upper body. Through lustful eyes, you watch as Yoongi bites his lip at your touch and you keen, knowing that youโre the one to bring Min Yoongi down to this state with you.
Lifting your hips, you glide your cunt from his base to the tip, managing to feel every vein that wraps around his pretty length.
โFuck, wait stay there. Let me get a picture of this, holy shitโฆโ Yoongi proclaims and takes the third picture on the polaroid. โDonโt move. Keep yourself hugging my tip, fuck you gotta see how wet you got my cock princess.โ
You do as youโre told and you keep your body positioned above him, cockhead nuzzled snuggly in your small hole as you await the polaroid to print the film.
Minutes pass and it doesnโt take long for your legs to start trembling from your muscles being stagnant in this position for a little longer than youโre used to.
โYoongi, I wanna fuck!โ Your protest comes out whiny as you fight the urge to drop yourself down to begin fucking him again.
The sound of the polaroid printing is heard between the both of you and you watch as Yoongi reaches for the film, shaking it in the air for a few seconds before looking at it.
He groans, and you feel arousal build up and leak onto Yoongiโs cock. The sounds that Yoongi creates, every moan, every rumble of his chest pushes you to keep still.
Next thing, Yoongi is twisting the picture around for you to see with your own eyes and what a sight it was. His length looks swollen with use, hard and stunningly decorated in those pretty veins you enjoy giving attention when he allows you. His length glistens under the flash of the camera from the juices he has spilled from your pussy and now itโs your turn to moan.
โCan you see too? The way I barely fit inside youโฆโ he trails off. โLook at you struggling to take my fat cock in your tight cunt, Iโve never seen anything so fucking stunning. This is art.โ
Warmth spreads around your body at his words as you look at the image as he speaks to you with so much filth. You flutter around him, utterly brain dead from Yoongiโs cock.
Youโre not given enough time to think before Yoongi rocks his hips up, stroking your walls beautifully as he pulls you down to bury himself back in the hilt of his home which is your pussy. Tears gather in your eyes, giving them a sparkle that Yoongi loves to coax from you as he throws the camera back to the side in order for him to guide you up and down his throbbing dick.
The burn in your thighs is present and makes itself apparent as you continue to work your muscles into overdrive as you ride Yoongi like your life depended on it. Yoongi wraps both his hands around your back, palms resting against your clammy skin as he whispers filthy praises and prays of you into your skin, absolutely lost in the lust that is you and your tiny cunt.
You scratch at his chest, digging your nails through the dragon tattoo, breaking the skin and knowing that there will be a trail of red desire marked into his skin for the evening.
โYouโre so big!โ You hiccup, feeling Yoongi increase the speed of his hips into you, his ego swelling at your words.
โAh, your pussy is leaking all over me, making such a mess of me angel.โ Yoongi punctuates his words with a firm buck into your cunt, Yoongi highlights the loud squelching sounds of your ministrations.
One of his hands finds your wrist and brings it up to his mouth where he places kiss after kiss on each knuckle. He guides your hand further down until it finds the column of his throat and you rest there.
โGโon princess, choke me a little,โ Yoongi grunts through gritted teeth and so you do as youโre told, applying a light amount of pressure around Yoongiโs throat. You watch as Yoongiโs eyes flutter closed and his mouth opens in pleasure, his tongue coming out to lick at the corner of his lips. The glint of his tongue ring makes you whine. Your body manages to fight through the overstimulation of his cock fucking into you over and over again as you take over as much as Yoongi is allowing you.
Now, youโre using each other and itโs never felt so fucking pleasurable. You eye the polaroids that Yoongi had taken early scattered around the sofa around his body and you smirk as the tears are rolling down your cheeks in small rivulets. You are both drowning each other in sex so intense, the pleasure borders on almost painful.
With each drop off your hips, you feel him deep in your stomach. Your body burns in overexertion but you donโt stop until youโve both reached your ends.
โIโm taking you so well, Yoongi, can you feel me!?โ You swivel your hips as you ask.
โNobody got a pussy like yoursโฆ best pussy Iโve ever fucked, princess, swear.โ Yoongi rasps through your hold on his throat. At his words, you squeeze your fingers just a little tighter around his throat.
โYou gonna come, angel?โ
You nod at him. โIโm so close, please. Please, I need to!โ You beg him to let you finally reach your climax, your hips working faster.
โJust like that baby, youโre doing so good.โ you could hear that his voice is straining as his hips become sloppier in their movements. Your spare hand reaches for the headrest of the sofa behind him.
โFuck, yes, keep going, keep going, Iโm gonna fill you to the fucking brim, gonna watch you bloat with my cum,โ Yoongi is loud, not afraid who around you both hears his promise to you.ย
The living room fills with moans and skin slapping against skin as the pair of you use each other to reach your climaxes. Finally, yoongi leans forward and takes a nipple in between his teeth and runs both his tongue bars over the hardened bud back and forth. Yoongi bites down hard and in return, your pussy vices him in and your hands release from his neck. All at once, Yoongiโs breath hitches as the air returns to his burning lungs and comes inside of you, filling you with his hot sticky white seed as he paints your body with filthy praises.
Soon after, you meet your orgasm shortly behind his own. Your body stills as you tremble above him as your body releases your arousal all over Yoongi, making a mess of him and probably the couch underneath.
He is quick to wrap his arms around you, holding you as your body twitches through your orgasm. Yoongi canโt help but give tiny shallow thrusts to help aid you through it.
You both bask in the glow of intense sex as you both collapse onto each other. Yoongi is the first to move as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up off of his softening cock. The feeling of him moving through your sensitive cunt causes you to hiss but you pout when he has fully removed himself.
After catching his breath, Yoongi guides you to lie down on the sofa as he reaches once more for the polaroid.
โYoongi, whatโre youโ,โ youโre cut off with the familiar click of the camera and bright flash momentarily brightening up the living room before bathing it back in itโs natural darkness.
โI canโt fuck you that well and not get the money shot, can I?โ You hear the smirk in his voice. You feel a hand wrap around your ankle and then your legs are being pried apart slowly. โCโmon, let me see how messy you are for me, yeah?โ
Now itโs your turn to laugh as you indulge Yoongi in his request, giving him the opportunity to get the device up close and personal to your cunt before snapping a new image.
โYeah, these are definitely going into the wank bank for later.โ