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siriusmydeer · 3 years

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Cute lil remus x reader drabble (marauders era) where the reader gets caught up with homework and doesn't realise that it's 3am until remus comes downstairs to check on you and then makes you go to sleep but you refuse until you get a cuddle from remus which ends up with you in his dorm and the marauders are very confused in the morning when you're in remmys bed

dove

remus lupin x gryffindor!fem!reader

summary: after a long night of studying, remus offers to help you get to sleep.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: innuendos of sex, mentions of sleep deprivation, mentions of overworking yourself, immense fluff and shit writing

“transfiguration, potions, er charms...” your voice was mumbled and befuddled from the amount of hours you had a remained awake attempting to study for your n.e.w.t.s that were now quickly approaching as the days went on.

sat on the plush red vermillion couch, scrummaging through your school papers and starting to slightly stain your un-manicured fingers black from all the ink that you had been using on your notes. why couldn’t hogwarts use pens like a regular person?

flicking your wrist in your direction, looking at the antique watch that laid on your wrist; squinting at the little ticks trying to decipher the time from your blurry and sleep deprived eyes. your brows furrowed seeing the time directly on the flesh of your wrist.

3:07am.

oh shit— had you been up that late? how long had you been studying for? when was the last time you even got up from your seat...?

stretching your arms over your head you glanced around the room, hearing a slight creak; peering over on both staircases leading to the dormitories then further glancing back at your charms notes that had been dreadfully scribbled.

the lycanthrope cracked his knuckles once rubbing his eyes with the palm oh his hands, a ‘pop’ sound remaining present in the common room and his socks tapping against the mahogany wood of the staircase. you were stiff on the couch, your back hunched over and eye-bags hued the colour of light purple.

“dove?” the fawn-haired boy yawned, his voice extremely hoarse and barely audible. “why y’still awake, it’s late.” he muttered getting into a comfortable hunched over position behind scarlet-coloured sofa. his hazel irises were barely visible due to his lidded eyes and his prominent drowsiness.

“moony, ‘m studying, theres exams soon. i cant fail.” your voice solemn, and full of lassitude. dragging your palm against the skin of your forehead, a clamorous groan emerging from your throat. “why’s there got to be so much work, ‘m tired and i just want to sleep!”

the boy thought for a moment, the both of you in a relationship had been fairly knew, especially to the three of your friends. but slowly becoming a normal thing over the time you and remus had started dating. remus didn’t want to push any boundaries with you, and just wanted you to rest for a moment.

“how ‘bout you sleep in my dorm?” the fawn-haired boy debated, curious if you would take him up on his offer to sleep in his bed with him.

at his words you quickly spun your head in his direction, adamantly shocked that he wanted to spend the night with you. not sexually, of course, remus wasn’t like that; but wanting you to spend the night with him so you would be as comfortable as possible.

you were silent for a moment; thinking on how to respond. his mind immediately taking silence for denial, as he was about to retract his offer you spoke.

“you think the boys wouldn’t mind?” your tone soft spoken and inquisitive. he looked at you quizzically for a moment, his brown-bushed eyebrows furrowed for a moment and shook his head in a horizontal motion.

you scrunched your eyebrows for a moment, getting up from the couch in a hurried motion; hearing small cracks from your joints. both and you and remus had grimaced at the crackle-like sound, “ill stop, i guess, but ‘m not cleaning up all the crap.” gesturing to the scattered papers on the creaky wooden floor and in the crevices buried in the couch.

he chuckled at the early-dawn laziness and beckoned you to the staircase with a firm hand placed against the rumpled shirt that laid flat against your lower-back.

he guided you into the room, some aspects were incredibly clean, some crevices abundantly messy. the room lingered in a scent of cigarettes, leather, perspiration and an immensely strong cologne; scents that had a correlation of each of the boys.

you saw a navy blue shirt thrown onto the floor, along with some quidditch gear and a deck of scattered cards. each boy sleeping in their respected bed, some curtains half-way or fully closed. you continued to pad over to remus’ twin bed, too comfortable and fatigued to ask if he wanted to go in first.

simply just unravelling the sheets, awaiting for his presence. you felt a slight dip behind you, two slender arms secured around the curves of your torso and his well-defined chin placed on the crown of your head. the hair of your head slightly tickling the flesh of his olive-toned skin.

“is this... is this alright?” he cleared his throat awkwardly, attempting to diffuse any standing tension and trying to make sure that you didn’t do this out of pity for him, or afraid to reject his offer.

“s’alright, remus. now hush, we have school tomorrow.” you giggled for a moment at his timid state, your tone hushed in respect for the other boys in their unconscious states.

he pressed a kiss in your hairline, replacing his chin back in its original spot. both your breaths slowly becoming in sync with each other and his heart beat lulling you to sleep like a recurrent lullaby.

it was bright daylight time—hearing birds chirping and a familiar daze slowly waking you up, along with three other male voices. you pretended to remain in an unconscious state due to curiosity on what they might’ve been talking about.

“since when does remus have y/n in bed?” someone said, maybe sirius, or james. their voices syncing and sounding very similarly in the rasp of their early-morning voices.

“i didn’t know they were doing overnights just yet, he said he didn’t wanna ‘pressure her into something.’ as if they’ve never shared a bed.” peter clearly stated, his voice slightly pitched higher than the other boys.

well never shared a night together, romantically. the closeness of your relationship with remus prior to your relationship never faltered, but remained platonic. so their references had been prior to the night you had spent together on the astronomy tower, following your first kiss together.

“they don’t look like... y’know. or maybe they covered it up well?” a voice became clear, sirius’. as their conversation had built their voices had dulled down the rasp and became more normal.

“i’d appreciate if you didn’t talk about my private sex life, please.” you stated, your timbre fairly husky because of your voice box that hadn’t been used in the past several hours.

all of their heads turned swift in your direction, your eyes remained closed and shuffling a bit to get more comfortable wrapped in your lovers arms.

“agreed.” remus, stated. now slowly waking up from his deep and comfortable state about to accuse the boys of their inappropriate conversation right in-front of the couple.

“oh shit.”

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ducknotinarow · 4 years

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4. [Richard/Bailey] “I love you so much, you have no idea to what limits i’d go, to prove that to you.” |word count 1,668 | @aflockoffeathers

NSFW content: Yandere themes, injuries, car accidents, violence. Alcohol mentioned

a/n Don’t hurt his rooster, more Richard in this one since the nugget got hurt

Richard had been in this place before, coming into the hospital to the sight of Bailey resting in one of the rooms. Though not so late in the night when visitors were not really allowed in. His heart unsettled and heavy when walking into their room. Looking at how they were propped up on the bed with a good pile of pillows behind their back, well he did always like being comfortable, Richard thought as he entered the room. The only noise came from them as they rested and the machine in the room. Richard took a seat on the side of the bed and looked Bailey over. Part of him was aware that it wasn’t that bad but staring at the cast on his leg, broken femur, made his eyes narrow down at it. There were some signatures on it from two other visitors already likely Sue and Val but it was too dark to see, but it was a pretty easy guess to make. Eyes trailing up their body, left arm in a brace and sling, dislocated shoulder, also a brace around their neck, due to damage from whiplash. It was a miracle they were only like this.

Richard scoffed at that.

Bruises dark enough to show over feathers and a shiner on his right eye. Feathers were a mess, Bailey likely was upset about that alone. Softly resting pain medicine seemed to be working to keep him comfortable. He was going to be fine but would need to stay in the hospital for some time. Before getting to be discharged even after that these wounds would take time to heal. That made Rihard seethe with anger the most. What was worse was the reason behind it all. Bailey was in a car accident and rear ended the other driver. Only Bailey got hurt though, but the crash was on him still.

“Who hurt you?” was all Richard simply asked of them. No answer of course, Richard stood up and looked around the room he needed to find their phone. Eye light up a moment when he finally came across it on the side table, he unlocked it and went through it. Didn’t take long to get to where he needed. A text message conversation between the two, to sort out the exchange of information. Richard glared at the screen this person seemed fishy from the messages. Bailey was too nice he wouldn’t pick up on all of this, back tracking on injuries. Gaslighting here and there, scrolling up and down Richard could pick out some conflicting and troubling responses, but Bailey was easily tricked by them. This person was up to something.

Richard put Bailey’s phone back down then looked back to them. The sight made his blood boil, how could anyone cause harm to his Bailey. Oh don’t worry though Richard wasn going to find out what was really going and handle it. He led down and placed a kiss to Bailey’s forehead.

They stirred a bit in their sleep from the contact, slowly opening their eyes. Bailey simply smiled at him and tried to speak up. But Richard stopped him. Bailey needed to rest, that was the more important thing right now, but if Bailey spoke he might prevent Richard from doing what he needed to. When it came to Bailey Richard melted, if Bailey asked him to stay he would. He couldn't risk it now. No Richard was going to handle this no one would hurt Bailey, make a fool of him or take advantage of them.

“I know I wasn’t here earlier to see you, don’t worry I’ll be back soon.” Richard smiled darkly gently nuzzling their cheek to give a bit of affection, he knew that wasn’t enough for them but it would have to do for now

He looked at them with a familiar dark look but different. Not fueled by love not this look that shimmered in Ricard’s eyes was more from a need to protect. It was the last thing he said to Bailey before leaving. No matter how hard it was to leave them behind like that he knew how needy and lonely they could be without him. Richard would have to make it up to them later. But for now he had someone else to meet.

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“Ha, get this the light was red so I got outta my car to take a whizz. Light on 36 always takes forever to change right. Just my luck, some dude wrecks his car. Hit a pole and bump my car. The idiot though he hurt me though, that rich rooster guy so I decided ya know what let's milk this. He’s got all the cash to burn. After all, why not get someone for myself?” They laughed proud of themself for their scheme. “Told him we can handle it between us doesn't seem to notice my slips up here and there when I tell him about my damage and own injuries. Since we didn’t get cops involved no one even knows that the damage came from the pole he hit.” They just shrug pleased with themselves. “Isn’t that just hilarious? Bout time, some rich dude gets what is coming to them.” They say looking across the table from them.

It was close to the last call in this small little bar, more a hole in the wall but that seemed fitting for someone like them to be spending their time at. Couple drinks and they were bragging about their little scheme for an easy buck. Hard not to when the golden eagle across from them kept providing drink after drink. It was easy to go for, free alcohol after all.

“Yes I agree.” Richard said “He deserves everything coming for him.” he smirked under his words. Because of course he meant something different, from his opposite.

The bartender let them know it was time to go, the man groaned he wanted more to drink. Richard was quick to suggest keeping things going with him. In private. There was no room for rejection, they were enjoying the company of the eagle. Getting alone seemed even better so they agreed happily leaving with Richard as they followed their lead.

“So tell me what injuries did you say you received from the crash?” Richard asked calmly.

They pondered a moment “heck I kind of keep forgetting but that idiot dosen’t seem to notice. Hmm whiplash forsure since I can fake that if I gotta. Said my back got all jacked up as well, my I think I said I broke my arm too least those are the one I kept track of can’t recall what I said at first decided to up the injuries a bit get some sympathy too.” they bragged.

Just following behind the eagle not aware where they were being led to. Happy to brag about what he was getting away with. Richard though, despite how quite he kept it oh he was passed a breaking point. As he walked down into an alley his guest all unaware. Smiling to himself as he stopped suddenly they bump into him finally taking a moment to bother and see where they were.

“Is that all uh? Mm I feel we can make that worse” Richard voice cold despite the smile on his face. Turning around those amber eyes pricing the night air. “You want to have a convincing story after all don’t you?”

“Wha?” they didn’t get to finish that thought

Richard grabbed them by the collar of their shirt and slammed them back against the cold brick wall, their head knocking against the wall making them hiss in back. “No then why don’t we make your tale ture and give you every injury you lied about? Doesn't that sound fair to you?” Richard asked, nearly purring in delight the stare in his eyes had biome crazed. Because all he could see was the image of his Bailey in that dreaded hospital. Truth be told, Richard hated hospitals everytime he was in one; it wasn’t good. Now his beloved was in one again.

And Richard couldn’t be with him. Bailey was in pain. Bailey was alone. All because of this person, yet what made him even more mad was them calling Bailey an idiot. Richard took hold of their wrist and twisted their arm as far as it could go. The image of Bailey’s cast flashed in his mind. “I wonder if anyone will bother to sign yours? Why don’t we find out?” Pupils had shrunken and a laugh escaped him. “Well we're at it I’ll let you know the injuries he is dealing with as well.” A quick twist to their arm so Richard could grab on to their forearm with his free hand slowly adding the pressure to the bone. The snap that came was a pleasant sound almost as good as the scream that followed.

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A shift in the bed as Bailey looked over finding Richard scribbling on to the cast. “Morning love.” Richard greeted. “Are you feeling more rested today?” He followed up with. Putting the pen away once he was done writing what he wanted to. “Hope you don’t mind I peeked at your phone seems the fellow you went into the wreck with realized his car didn’t get by much he was out of it but remembered you hit a traffic light pole instead. Too much alcohol in his system at the time. Isn’t it nice of him to come forward about that?” Richard simply asked them “And you'll be able to leave soon so ill make up the lack of love you haven’t been able to get. You'll need to take it easy still though. Hopefully just attentiveness will be enough for now for you.” Richard smiled at Bailey leaning over to give them a peck on the check.

“I love you so much, you have no idea to what limits i’d go to prove that to you.” He whispered softly to them.

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17mounteens · 5 years

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Itch (Seungkwan)

Request: hi !! could i please request a seungkwan soulmate university AU where ur friends with jeonghan whos met his soulmate, but u only recently got close so he introduces u to his friends and u have to excuse urself w jeonghan bc ur tattoo starts to itch and u dont know whats going on,, ill leave the rest to u tysm !!

» You’re friends with Jeonghan, who’s a year above you at your university. He’s already met his soulmate, and as you continue thinking about yours whom you were yet to meet, he figures that having you meet his friends could cheer you up. Your soulmate tattoo acts up, which leads you to discover your soulmate.

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Turning seventeen was a turning point for everyone. Until then no one was expected to care about their soulmate, although some were still wary of growing feelings towards anyone with the knowledge that they might not be meant for them. You, on the other hand, had been one of those who didn’t really think about it much and instead followed your heart while living life to the fullest.

However, it wouldn’t last forever, and after you woke up during the night before your seventeenth birthday, nothing had been the same.

You had woken up due a tingling, irritating sensation on the back of your right shoulder, and when you had looked at it from the mirror in the morning, you could only stare at the soulmate tattoo that had formed there, a beautiful depiction of what seemed like two flowers meshed together.

Ever since then you had spent countless sleepless nights just gently tracing the tattoo, wondering what the person who had an identical tattoo on the back of their right shoulder was like.

Would they be your type? Would they have similar values with you? Would you share any interests with them? Would your personalities match?

It kept you awake a lot, really. While it was said that your soulmate would be the person you’re the best match for, by the time you were in your second year of university you knew about several occasions where the match had been everything but made in heaven.

That was yet another day when you had gotten lost in thought, thinking about what-ifs regarding your soulmate, and it had not gone unnoticed by Jeonghan. He was a year above you, but since his part-time job had taken a fair share of his time, he was still doing some second-year courses, where you had also met half a year earlier. You hadn’t really started getting closer until recently, however, after you had worked together on a longer project and realized that you got along very well and had a lot of things in common.

And, since he had already met his soulmate, you felt like he was providing you with some sort of support as you still waited for the day when you’d finally meet yours.

“Y/N,” Jeonghan called from the other side of the table you were seated by in the library, and grinned at you when you jolted. “I don’t think thinking about your soulmate will help you in the exam.”

You pouted at your friend, but nodded in defeat. “I know. It’s just… when will I meet them?”

“When the time is right,” Jeonghan said, half-joking, but you knew well that that was the general answer.

“How did you meet your soulmate?” you asked, your eyes trained on the tattoo on Jeonghan’s inner wrist, and only moved your gaze into his dreamy brown eyes when he hummed.

“They came to the convenience store five minutes before my shift ended,” he said with a snort, and you felt your heart drop at how close it had been that he hadn’t met his soulmate that time. “And, you know, when they paid for their things I saw the inside of their wrist, and I just couldn’t let it go.”

You nodded and slowly drifted back to your daydreams, from which Jeonghan would eventually pull you out of again.

You couldn’t help but wonder how you’d meet your soulmate and when. Would it be a similar close call, and more importantly, had you already missed a chance to meet them?

Days went by and your sense of longing for a person you didn’t even know only remained, and as you and Jeonghan also continued hanging out more and more, he had come up with an attempt to cheer you up a little.

You were studying at a cafe that was surprisingly quiet considering the amount of customers, and after eyeing you for a while, Jeonghan finally spoke up.

“Say, Y/N,” he began thoughtfully and placed his pen between his upper lip and nose, from where it fell when you snorted at the sight and he laughed heartily. Knowing that he had your attention, he continued, looking at you warmly. “We’re pretty close now and all, and I’ve got some friends who want to meet you. Are you up for that?”

“Why do they want to meet me?” you asked incredulously, squinting your eyes a little, and Jeonghan couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he thought you looked.

“I’ve told them a lot of fun stories and they’re always up for meeting new cool people,” Jeonghan noted, and although your mind immediately jumped to what kind of fun stories he could possibly mean, you also found yourself smiling almost smugly.

“I’m cool now?” you asked while scribbling on your notebook.

“Their words, not mine,” Jeonghan said and laughed when you threw him a quick glare. “But so, are you up for it?”

“Sure,” you hummed, mentally going through all the friends you’d ever heard Jeonghan talk about. “So it’ll be… who?”

Jeonghan listed you the names, and you smiled at the memory rules of a kind he had after each one: you weren’t the only one he enjoyed telling stories about. Mingyu, the accident-prone guy who was still the person to go to for help. Joshua, his best friend who had two very different sides to him. Seokmin, the one you got a fun story about at least once a week. Seungkwan, the one who always livened the atmosphere and took care of everyone. And, as the last person Jeonghan could fit into his apartment, Seungcheol, the only one who could ever drag him out for a workout.

“Sounds like a good crowd,” you hummed and nodded. “When?”

“This Friday,” Jeonghan grinned, excited to have all of you meet, which he hoped would not only cheer you up but also enable him to hang out with all of you at once.

Besides, he had a feeling you’d get along with his friends just fine, and so far he hadn’t met anyone who would’ve said no to discovering new people they enjoyed being with.

You waited for Friday with excitement and anxiety, feeling a sense of pressure about meeting people who, at least according to Jeonghan, wanted to meet you. You couldn’t help but feel like they were expecting you to be somehow cool and amazing, and you weren’t sure if you were what they expected.

All you could do, you supposed, was to calm yourself down and meet them with an open mind and, as difficult as it may feel, be yourself.

And so, that Friday you were headed to Jeonghan’s place. When you were still several meters away from the door leading to the hallway, you saw someone open the door to go in, which made you speed up.

Fortunately you didn’t have to raise your voice to ask them to keep the door open for you, as the dark-haired boy turned around right on time and looked at you, and without a word kept the door open until you could get in, too.

“Thank you,” you said with a small smile when you finally reached the door, and felt a new sensation run through your body when your gaze met the boy’s.

Like electricity.

“No problem,” he said warmly and walked to the elevator, where you followed him. After pressing the button to the fourth floor, he turned to look at you. “What floor are you going to?”

“Ah, the fourth, too,” you said and clutched the strap of the bag you had on one of your shoulders.

It was the first time you were feeling so many things in the company of a stranger, and you were confused, to say the least.

Your heart was beating a bit faster, and while you felt restless you also felt comfortable. You had never met the boy before, but there was something very familiar - reassuring - about him, and that feeling only confused you more.

Once the elevator doors opened on the fourth floor, you walked to Jeonghan’s door, and were all the more surprised when the boy stopped next to you and reached to knock on the door.

This time it was you turning to him, mustering up all of your courage before speaking. “Are you one of Jeonghan’s friends?”

“Yeah,” he smiled and tilted his head a little. “I’m Seungkwan. Unless he’s invited more people, I take it you’re Y/N?”

You nodded with a small smile, and somehow the stories you had heard from Jeonghan, most of them positive, made Seungkwan appear all the more warm and comfortable to you.

Before the two of you were able to get further than saying that you were happy to meet one another, Jeonghan was already opening the door and grinning at the two of you.

“Oh, I see you two have already met,” he snickered and let you in to his apartment, where the others were pretty much gathered around the coffee table, some sitting on the floor and some on the couch. Jeonghan looked at the others and pointed at the two of you, as though showcasing you. “Y/N and Seungkwan are here.”

Everyone greeted you with bright smiles, and all you could do was scan through the faces, some of which you had seen in photos that Jeonghan had shown you, but you could hardly put a name and face together for any of them.

After you and Seungkwan had gotten your shoes and jackets off and everything, you joined the others by the table that had plenty of snacks and beverages to enjoy. Everyone was excited and eager to introduce themselves to you, and while you were a bit nervous in such a new situation with strangers, their antics made you feel more at ease fairly soon.

You were sitting next to Seungkwan, who somehow only made you feel more comfortable, and his affectionate bickering with Mingyu made you snort from time to time, which he noted with an amused smile.

Not too long into chatting with everyone, you frowned and reached for your tattoo to rub it. It was starting to get itchy, but for the time being you deemed it to simply be irritation for whatever reason; you never knew.

However, as the evening progressed, the itch got worse and worse, to the point where it took up most of your thoughts. You were uncomfortable, constantly rubbing or scratching or grazing the tattoo with your nails, but it never kept the itch away for more than a few seconds. By then you had moved to the kitchen to try to deal with it while drinking water, and Jeonghan was standing by the wall with Seokmin, who seemed to be telling a story.

Sighing, you figured Jeonghan might be able to help you, and so you placed your hand on your tattoo and walked up to Jeonghan and Seokmin. Jeonghan turned to look at you with surprise written all over his face, and his expression turned more concerned when he saw your puzzled expression that also gave away that you were feeling rather uncomfortable.

“Can I borrow you for a sec?” you asked, and Jeonghan frowned a little, but once he saw where you kept your hand, he immediately nodded and let you drag him into his small bedroom.

“Are you okay?” he asked when you were in the peace of his bedroom, and you nodded while lightly scratching your tattoo.

“I guess, it’s just… my tattoo is itching a lot and I don’t know why, and I thought maybe you could help me a little,” you said through your discomfort, and once you lifted your gaze to Jeonghan’s eyes, you were surprised to see them as big as they were.

His eyebrows only seemed to rise more and more, and when you quirked your eyebrow, urging him to just spill it, he melted into a playful smile. “Y/N, that’s kind of… that means you’re near your soulmate.”

You processed his words for a moment, and the more of it registered in your brain the faster your heart started beating.

You were near your soulmate.

Having been at Jeonghan’s place some times before without any itching on your tattoo, you figured that maybe it wasn’t the location but the people, and so you slowly moved your gaze out of the bedroom door, scanning over his friends that you’d just met.

With the widest grin you’d ever seen on his face, Jeonghan turned to look back into the living room, too, scanning over his guests. “I really wonder who it is.”

You could only nod as you looked around as well, your heart beating fast in your chest at the possibility of meeting your soulmate. Your gaze went over everyone again and again, yet you were constantly drawn to a very particular guy with a loud laugh, a bright smile and a habit of fixing his fringe by a shake of his head.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you took note of just how often he was rubbing the back of his right shoulder, always accompanied by a puzzled frown.

Before you were able to finish your thought, Jeonghan turned to look at you with his eyebrows raised. “I think your soulmate might be Seungkwan.”

And as soon as you thought about how you had felt in his company that evening, starting from the very first time your gazes met at the door to the hallway, it all made sense.

How you hadn’t realized to think more of it was beyond you, and you still weren’t sure if your soulmate really would be Seungkwan, but you were itching to find out - quite literally, too, you noted bitterly as you tapped your tattoo with your nails in an attempt to ease the itch a little.

“How did you not realize this before?” you asked Jeonghan with a pout and hit his arm with your hand lightly.

He was still grinning almost uncontrollably, and he looked at you warmly while shrugging. “He’s just really the type to keep his shirt on and while we’ve talked about soulmates, he’s never shown me the tattoo.”

“Okay,” you huffed, and felt your heart flutter the slightest bit when Jeonghan mumbled something about having a feeling about you getting along particularly well with Seungkwan.

“Alright Y/N, come on, time to get things going,” Jeonghan more or less declared before you were able to ask him to explain himself, and he quickly took your hand into his before dragging you back to the living room, where he brought you to Seungkwan.

Seeing the two of you approach, Seungkwan turned away from the song cover video Joshua was showing him and instead looked up at Jeonghan with his eyebrows raised.

“Seungkwan, Y/N here has to go home and I think you’re just the person to walk them there. I think you guys have a lot to talk about,” Jeonghan said energetically, and you felt your heart jump to your throat when Seungkwan turned to look at you, right into your eyes.

His eyes dilated a little as soon as his gaze met yours, and you just knew he’d felt the jolt of electricity, too.

“Do you live far?” he asked, and feeling a sudden surge of confusion wash over you, you nodded and shook your head at the same time. Seungkwan snorted, at which you felt your cheeks heat up and shook your head to clear your thoughts.

“Not that far,” you said, and got a playful nod from him.

“It’s fine, I could use a longer walk, too,” he hummed and got up from the couch.

A small smile spread to your lips, and the sight of it made him smile, too, and Jeonghan gently ushered the two of you to the door while the others laughed.

“Are you coming back?” Joshua asked Seungkwan from the couch, and after checking the time on his phone, Seungkwan shook his head.

Jeonghan, too, shook his head knowingly. “He has other things to do.”

Seungkwan threw his friend a confused look, but before he was able to ask Jeonghan what he thought he knew, you were already opening the door. “Alright, it was nice to meet you guys! See you again!”

The others replied with similar words, and after Seungkwan had gotten into the hallway and you were about to close the door, you still got a wink from Jeonghan. “Good luck.”

“Shush,” you groaned in a whisper, already feeling nervous and stressed, and took in a deep breath after closing the door.

You turned around and nearly jolted at the way Seungkwan was staring at you.

“Did you really need me to walk you home?” he asked, playfulness all over his voice and tone, and you found yourself shaking your head with an embarrassed smile on your face. He laughed. “Then why?”

“I’ll tell you when we’re walking,” you blurted, and let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding when Seungkwan agreed to wait.

The two of you took the elevator back down in comfortable silence, and as you stepped into the street, he looked at you curiously, waiting for you to say something.

You licked your lips slowly as you built up the courage to bring up the topic of your possibly matching soulmate tattoos, and when you spoke you did it as steadily as you could with your heart hammering in your chest. “So… I noticed you’ve been rubbing your right shoulder a lot.”

He gave you an embarrassed smile and rubbed the spot in question a little. “Yeah, I don’t know what’s happening. My tattoo’s never been like this before.”

“Jeonghan said that it’s related to being near your soulmate,” you blurted, and he stopped in his tracks. When you turned to look at him, you were met with a quirked eyebrow, and it was with a quivering smile that you turned a little and tugged down your jacket and the collar of your shirt to show him your tattoo. “Mine’s been itching a lot tonight, too.”

Seungkwan could only stare at your tattoo in silence. His heart was racing in his chest as he tried to find any differences between your tattoos, but ultimately failed. When he spoke, he sounded dazed. “They’re identical.”

“Do you… want to show me?” you asked quietly, letting go of your collar, and nervously turned back to face him properly and watched him slide his denim jacket down, after which he tugged at his collar, too, to reveal a tattoo identical to yours.

Your feelings could hardly be described with words. Your eyes watered as you stared at the tattoo with a happy smile spreading to your lips, strong waves of disbelief, relief, serenity and gratitude washing over you.

When Seungkwan turned to look into your eyes, you could see his eyes glistening under the street lights, too. “I never thought I’d meet you like this.”

Nodding silently, you bit down on the inside of your lower lip and swallowed your tears when you felt his hand shyly reaching for yours, which only seemed to make you more emotional.

Chuckling softly, Seungkwan gave you an amused look despite being emotional, too. “Do you want a hug, maybe?”

You hadn’t exactly ever hugged someone you’d just met nor had you wanted to, but Seungkwan wasn’t just anyone and you were feeling the most vulnerable you ever had, and so you found yourself nodding, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around him loosely as you hid your face in his shoulder.

He slowly wrapped his arms around you, too, and you felt his nose on the side of your head as he embraced you. You could almost feel how fast his heart was beating, and it made you laugh, after which you sniffled quietly.

The two of you stood there hugging one another for a good two minutes before pulling apart, feeling overwhelmed, to say the least, and Seungkwan smiled at you warmly while you wiped your cheeks with your sleeves. “Do you want to grab something to drink and just… go somewhere more peaceful?”

“I’d love that,” you said, looking into his eyes with a sense of security settling into your heart, and walked with him to the nearest cafe with your knuckles brushing against each other’s every now and then.

Only after you had gotten your drinks and left the cafe did you dare to reach for his hand and hold it, looking at him from the corner of your eye to make sure it was okay. When you saw Seungkwan’s lips curve into a smile you concluded that it probably was, and so you walked to a small park that was pleasantly quiet at that time of the evening.

You found yourselves a bench by the path and settled there comfortably, facing each other with your cups on the bench between the two of you as you started to get to know each other, all the way from the basics - how old you were, where you studied, what your families were like and so forth.

It didn’t take long for both of you to feel like you were hanging out with someone you had known for a while already, and the playful teasing came more or less naturally for both of you.

The past five years you had been thinking about what your soulmate would be like, and now that you had met him, you were over the moon. If not perfect, at least he seemed promising.

He made you laugh, he read you well, he had good manners and seemed to vibe well with you, on top of which you did find him incredibly attractive, to the point where it made you a bit stressed.

All in all your worries faded away as hours passed and you and Seungkwan talked about everything that came to mind. Neither of you really wanted to part ways, but when you yawned for the fifth time in a short period of time, Seungkwan chuckled softly.

“Should I now walk you home?” he asked playfully and grazed the back of your hand lightly with his finger.

Giving him a tired smile, you nodded and looked into his eyes. “I think that’s a good idea.”

With that the two of you left the park, and after disposing your cups you reached for his hand, which you held onto during the walk to your place. He smiled when he noticed his heart flutter a little at that, and you, in turn, smiled when you felt him squeeze your hand.

You walked while continuing the excited chatter, and once you reached your building, Seungkwan pouted and looked at you, at that point holding your pinky finger with his. “Do you want to meet again at some point?”

“At some point?” you asked with a grin and laughed heartily. “We’re soulmates, I’d love to meet you again, whenever you have time. Preferably soon. I’m free tomorrow.”

He laughed at your obvious excitement and looked at you warmly. “I’ve got nothing tomorrow, either. And you’re sure it’s not too soon?”

“I think we’ve waited enough,” you said softly and took a step closer to him. “Meeting again so soon doesn’t have to mean we won’t take it slow.”

“Alright,” Seungkwan nodded, and after he let go of your pinky finger you felt him place his hand lightly on your back. “So… dinner?”

“Why not lunch?” you asked playfully, knowing full well why, and laughed when he looked at you with that look.

“Well, first of all, we just spent five hours talking in the park, it’s three in the morning and I need my sleep,” he listed and laughed afterwards. Then his gaze softened again. “And I think dinner will take longer, which means we get to talk more.”

“You’ve got a point,” you grinned and nodded and leaned in for a hug, during which you inhaled his scent that already felt comfortable and all kinds of pleasant to you. “I’ll see you tomorrow. And please let me know when you get home.”

“I will,” Seungkwan said quietly and hugged you with a serene smile on his lips.

Soon you were standing in the hallway, watching him walk away as warmth took over your chest.

A back covered by a denim jacket had never looked so good, and the message you got next made you smile more than most.

”I know you’re still there. Please go up and get comfortable. 😙”

Admin Scooter

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flipsideds · 4 years

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“ oh, haha... ” a default response to a very non-default situation –– a little post-show, barside rendez-vous with an older man who insists nour has been singing to directly to him the entire night. “ flirting ? i... ”

gentle eyes gloss over the banquet hall’s dimmed lights, bright smiles, flickering electric candles... “ . . . what’s that ? ” and then he’s off, gin and tonic in hand. three strides and it’s already half-drained. yikes.

or, alternatively : greetings loved ones!! my name is linc ( 21 / est / she/her ) and here is the ever so graceful, ever so unintentionally magnetic nour al-busiri! below the cut you’ll find a messy run-down. i am so excited to plot & write with all of you !!

( i’m scheduled for a tonsillectomy tomorrow so i’m gonna be so grateful for the distraction, y’all have no idea. )

if you want some great mood-setters for this beb’s backstory / insight into his soul, slap on some jacob collier, kevin garrett, or charlie burg ‘n let’s get cookin’ !

so this is all copy-pasted from a discord chat with devon bc i improvised nour’s entire life story over a span of... 10 minutes ?? bahaha pls enjoy i apologize in advance. ( i also put this in normal text size bc it is v long and i don’t want anyone hurting their eyes !! protect dem beautiful retinas <3 )

h i s t o r y .

his parents met in grade school in egypt, but then didn't reconnect until their masters studies crossed paths in london... immediately fell head over heels again ( had they been searching for one another in crowds since being 6-7 years old?? maybe... ). graduated top of their class, accepted job offers in london in the biopharmaceutical realm. but then. when nour was 3...

they were involved in a freak monorail accident on their way back from a science conference in amsterdam. the babysitter paid 80 quid to watch the kids for two nights became their sole protector in this world. british authorities had trouble contacting other kin, but managed to reach mr. al-busiri's mother, rashida, who was still living in dahab with her second husband, zaim.

the al-busiri's came from old money. so off nour goes ( and potentially his older bro if i decide he exists... potential wc with a rami malek fc tbh ) to live in the city which, unbeknownst to him, sparked his parents' storybook love.

so nour grows up in this like... picturesque seaside childhood. collects shells. bonds with his grandmother and her husband. they encourage him with school, etc. but he quickly shows that he excels at maths and... music? wow. that's unexpected. gets his first piano at 5. first guitar at 6. by 8 1/2, he's managed to hodge-podge together a little recording studio for himself in his bedroom, and he's constantly serenading his friends at school.

( death tw / illness tw ) then comes zaim's stroke. he lives for four months after, but he loses his ability to speak. his motor skills deteriorate. nour and his grandmother do their best to tend to him –– she's already about 40% down the macular degeneration path, but hasn't told him yet that her vision's going. so 10 y/o nour does what he does best: unconditional love and support, delivered through the gift of song. zaim dies after requesting his favorite song: 'blackbird' by the beatles, sung in verses alternating from english to arabic.

after, it's just nour and rashida against the world ( maybe his brother too bergorghre if i decide he's a thing ) . rashida's forced to come clean about her vision the day she can't for the life of her find the bloody pen she just put down so she can finish signing off on nour's choir trip permission slip. ( it's right next to her, to her left, just out of her closing field of vision. ) things progress more rapidly after that. by the time nour's 16, his grandmother is legally blind. it's not an uncommon sight to see him at the markets or strolling along the beach with her on his arm. she refuses canes as long as nour's around. ( “ don't rob me of my youth, nuri-nuri [ my light ] ” )

despite her growing dependency on him, she encourages him to apply to unis all over the globe. by the time college apps roll around, nour is somewhat of a local household name: he plays summer concerts, coffee shops, and is even asked to play at his teacher's wedding ceremony –– and his neighbor's cat funeral.

acceptances roll in. julliard. berkeley. chicago school of music. he chooses chicago, because there's someone there. someone he connected with online a few years back, a friend, but... could turn into something more. this hopeless romantic heedlessly ventures off to find out if this boy in chicago might... be someone. something more.

spoiler alert: he gets to chicago, starts music school. and each meet-up they set? gets pushed. sometimes it's traffic. a cold. transit trouble. can't get work off, sorry. things with ma are really tough. the excuses kept coming but... nour's naive. he believes every word. but in his second year of uni, things....... start getting suspicious. by chance, he spots this man in the window of a coffee shop downtown. overjoyed, he texts as much. but ... messages go read and unanswered. phone calls dwindle.

his music suffers. so does his muse. so much so that he's tempted to drop out, to throw in the towel, to just...... go back home. he speaks with his grandmother each day on the phone. she's doing well, stop worrying, nuri-nuri, your uncle is taking good care of me. nour goes on dates. thinks about chicago boy. thinks about him a lot.

he's 20 when it happens. sat on a stage in a little dive bar, tuning his acoustic guitar for an opening number, and there. those eyes. he knows them.

they talk after the show, in the alley. share a cigarette. and it's almost like... maybe things are finally clicking. maybe this is finally their shot.

except chicago boy ( neil ) says they have to stop talking. that he had to just... see nour for himself. see that he's real. hear him sing, and... move on. nour doesn't buy it. pushes back. asks why the hell neil'd come out now only to slink back to the shadows. things get heated. neil yells. and the men... the men who hear and come running ? they think nour is the cause of it all.

( hate crime tw, violence tw ) how many kicks does it take to break to the center of a broken heart ? twelve. how many broken ribs does it take to immobilize a probably terrorist, dude ? four. shattered wrist. snapped ankle. broken arm. cracked skull. and neil scuttles off like nour's bad meat. bad blood. like he asked for this.

chicago school of music receives a call from weiss memorial three days later.

nour never gets his degree. he breaks his apartment lease. flies home after he heals, spends a year with his grandmother and uncle. just... creating. writing, playing, trying to fill that void with something. but then things with his uncle get heated. he wants to put his own mother in a home, sell the estate, pocket the cash. nour fights it, but he's got no legal bearing.

the nursing home concept never takes hold, though, because his grandmother's still sharp as shit and refuses to sign anything nour doesn't read first. eventually the uncle grows tired of fighting and stops trying, just... slinks back to his husband and keeps his mouth shut. nour's grandmother pressures him to go back to chicago, make that city wish he never left. take back his own story. together they work to find a live-in aide they trust. freshly 22, nour ventures back to the city that broke him.

he finds cheap housing, a gig. the malnati, seems legit. good money. good exposure. and then he meets @ryderxmms –– they form one night stand. when not scheduled for malnati banquets, you can find nour providing vocals ( and occasional keys ) in the dive bars / parties the band lands gigs at.

g e n e r a l .

nour creates like food and drink don’t exist, sunlight is an illusion, and all the human body needs for sustenance is sound. he can find his way around just about any instrument under the sun, but his main poisons are piano, acoustic guitar, and digital recording tools –– think jacob collier and you’re right on the money.

actually, i’m stealing a lot of jacob collier discography and pegging it as his creations. this kid’s got an experimental sound and loves it.

he grew up speaking english and arabic equally, but because he learned english in london and then continued in egypt, he does have a mild brit-arab accent. it’s v cute, i promise.

looks like he’d be a total lothario, yeah ?? but. he’s so shy ? so sweet ? get him on a stage and he’s shameless but plop him in a bar and eye him up and he’ll honestly just smile nervously and pretend you’re looking at someone else.

love languages : singing to his succulents and plants before his 5am morning runs. facetime calls at times least convenient for him, but most convenient for you. little notes written on napkins, smiley face doodles included. candy bars. lingering a little longer in doorways after saying hello, just to see you smile.

he’s got major water sign vibes. birthday comin’ up in march, woot woot !!

he often wears very simple statement pieces. he likes rings, crystal pendants, leather bracelets. soft tees layered with embroidered jackets, metallic blazers. somehow he pulls off mixed media and crazy prints that should never go together ? he just... is so easy breezy.

he often wears his hair wild ‘n curly, unless the gig he’s got mandates a more streamlined look.

falls in love.... 14 times a day ?? really.

has a scar across his left temple from the incident with neil. will probably write it off as a bike riding accident. ( he doesn’t know how to ride a bike. )

don’t let him cook ever, okay ?? unless you want him to literally do this.

pls come at me for all the plots ? i’m so open for all the things !!! y’all got me on discord, so feel free to slide on into my dms. i promise i will be so thrilled <3

#intro.#☼ –– gimme that afterglow ! inspo.

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kpurereactions · 7 years

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Smut Week: Day 7 | Kim Namjoon

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

W/C: 2374

A/N: Sorry for such a shitty end to Smut week, things on my end of things are starting to get really hectic and I know this isn't the best thing I've ever written but just know given everything going on its the best I could do.

Love you all, K xx

Life as a couple with Namjoon was still very new to you. You had only been dating for a few months and although you two were basically living with one another you were definitely still trying to figure one another out. You were on practically the same schedule as him so when you weren't working the two of you were always able to meet up. Sex was fairly new to the two of you too, You didnt want to rush things so for the first 6 weeks of your relationship you two only really stuck to heavy petting. Well only some heavy petting.

At first having sex with Namjoon was intimidating. He was this big Idol that so many people talked about in more ways that one, and that made knowing him intimately scary. You still remember the first time you had sex with him like it was yesterday though. You had told him the morning of that you wanted to take your relationship to the next level and he had no complaints about that. He made sure he got to your apartment before you did and set the table for the food that he lied about making, though the lie only lasted a few minutes since he's a terrible liar. He didnt rush you into anything but he showed you just how much he wanted you with every kiss and every touch. You remember that night like it was yesterday.

Though sex became a regular thing between the two of you certain things he didnt pressure. It took you two weeks after first having sex for you to let him switch up the positions on you and another two after that for you to give him a blowjob, which in his opinion was definitely worth the wait. Every time you'd let him do something else to you you could feel yourself getting closer and closer with him, so you like to have the mile stones. It made things more intimate and that was something that was important to you. You found yourself getting hornier easier. Sometimes all he had to do was look at you and you would just melt, always either having to pull him in or excuse yourself to the bathroom.

You had gotten off of work earlier that usual, it was your bosses birthday or something so he let everyone go well before the work day was supposed to end. You called Namjoon, thanking your lucky starts he answered, excited to see your name pop up on his phone.

'Hey babe, I got out early and I'm heading to get some food do you want me to bring you something?' You asked as you pushed opened the door to the building you worked in.

'Oh that would be amazing! You know were I'm thinking and what I'm thinking about, were going to pretend you surprised me though so your not stuck buying food for everyone.' He said in a really soft whisper.

'Thats so mean, then its going to look like I wasn't thinking about the others.' You said chuckling as you started your walk to his favorite takeout place.

'Good, you need to be ignoring them. Only focus on me.' He said making you chuckle again.

'Im going to get enough food for everyone, why are you so mean to them.' You said making him chuckle.

'Y/n is getting food and bringing it! Im not mean to them, I just don't like sharing.' He said calling to the others and then speaking only to you again.

'You will have your own food Joonie, they all can share the rest.' You said opening the door to the take out place.

'Im talking about you, I don't like sharing you.'

'Then you and I can give them their food and then go to your studio and eat together.' You said smiling, the thought of being alone with Namjoon in his studio making you tingle since doing it there was something he had told you he wanted to do.

He agreed excitedly and then hung up so you could order. You moved as fast as you could after getting the food, you were lucky your work, his favorite restaurant and his work were all within four blocks of one another so the walk didnt take too long. Once you were in the dance studio with the boys Yoongi waited for the others who danced around you to collect all their food before he took the bag from you in one hand and yours in his other and walked you out of the room.

You loved the scent of his studio, it smelt like his usual soft smell but intensified by 20. You took your usual spot on the couch as he put the food on the table, took his own, and sat back in his desk chair. The two of you ate with the conversations of your day. You told him how you were making great progress on the project your boss ad given you as a challenge and told you that he finally nailed the dance steps he had been worrying about for the past two weeks. You were proud of him and made sure to tell him that making him smile and look down at his next to empty container.

After the food was eaten and left overs were placed in his small mini fridge you stood, kissing his cheek slightly before reaching for your jacket to leave.

'I have some work I have to finish so ill see you at home?' You asked placing your hands on his knees as he turned his chair to watch you.

'Why don't you just work here? I can move some of the things on the other desk or you can use the coffee table?' He asked reaching out for your wrist.

'Okay but you can't distract me.' You said making him laugh and pull your arm slightly so you could lay a kiss on him.

An hour had passed since you cleared off his coffee table where you sat criss crossed on the floor with a blanket over your lap and his music softly playing in the background. Your eyes would scan over the array of papers that laid out in front of you and then over to your computer and then back to the papers. But as much as you wanted to pretend work was coming easy to you all you could truly focus on was Namjoon's profile as his tongue grazed his bottom lip, a habit he had picked up from watching you work. You cleared your voice and shook your head as you reached for a different document. At one point Hoseok walked in to ask Namjoon a question but ended up just mocking you two for being couple goals.

Around 11 you threw your pen on the table, not caring where it bounced and groaned. You were getting no where and with Namjoon sitting over there licking his lip was doing nothing but frustrate you even more, although this time if was in a different way. You closed your eyes and put your hands over your face. He looked up and over to you, smiling at how cute you were when frustrated.

'Whats wrong?' He said standing up and coming to sit over by you, his long legs pushing the table back a little with his long legs. You groaned telling him you were having troubles focusing. 'Well I'm pretty much done, do you want help?'

You sat forward and started to push your papers to one side so you could sit on the table in front go him. Once you had a clear enough space you moved to sit on the table and hook your arms around his neck. You smiled as his hands started to rub against your knees. \

'Im over doing work.' You started, biting you lip slightly knowing perfectly well you were about to wreck him. 'I'd rather be doing you.'

His eyes widened and he slowly let a smile creep onto his face before he was kneeling up to wedge his body between your legs so he could kiss you. His hands took ahold of the backs of your knees so he could turn you. He pushed you back so your laid the length of the table. Since his lips had left yours you chuckled as he kissed up your thighs, pushing your shirt up as he went. You bit your lip as your body started to heat up, his lips moving closer to your core making you squirm. Your hand found his hair and started to tug slightly, you weren't ready for him to be that close with his face.

But hearing him groan at your tug and feeling his voice ring through the sensitive skin of your inner thigh it made you think different. Why not let him if that was what he wanted to do? You Bit your lip and prepared yourself with words to encourage him.

'Namjoon please.' You breathed pushing his head towards your core. He chuckled and looked up to you.

'What do you want me to do baby?' He asked dark.

'I want you to taste me.' You said looking straight at the ceiling so try and hide your blushing.

He chuckled again and returned his lips to the inside of your thigh. He pushed his body up along with his lips and your skirt. When finally hovering above your core he looked up to see you looking down at him. The feeling of his sweet hot breath made your skin crawl with pleasure.

'Ive wanted to do this for so long now.' He whispered lowering his lips slowly till he was kissing your already sopping core through the thin lace of your panties. You gasped and bit your lip as his tongue started to massage against the lace.

His teeth nipped at the lace and let in snap against you slightly askew, the sudden feeling making you flinch and squeeze tighter to his hair. He licked again, the feeling of having half his tongue on you and the other half pressing against the lace making you moan quietly. The feeling of having you hot and squirming against him made him groan in pleasure as his arms wrapped around your lowered half to keep you in place. From that position his hands gripped tightly to the hips of your panties. With his tongue pulsating and teasing through your underwear you couldn't help but groan when he stopped. You sat up slightly to protest when he looked up at you with sorry eyes.

'Whoops...' He said showing the ripped lace with a wicked grin.

'Namjoon seriously?' You asked leaning back and covering your face.

You heard him chuckle again but before you could look at him he was pressing his tongue flat against you and rolling it. He groaned as he tasted you fully and with no hesitation he began to move his jaw, teasing your core as a fast rate. The sudden friction made your body lurch and your hand clench to his hair tighter, Your other hand reaching above you and accidentally knocking everything off of the table. He held you closer than before as he started to play with you individually. His tong moved to flick against your clit before it moved back down to push his tongue in and out of you after switching between the two for a minute he clamped down on you and started to suck and twirl his tongue feverishly.

You let out a shaky breath you hadn't realized you had been holding that had been a companied by a gasp and your body slightly sitting up. He sucked and licked harder against you his hands reaching up and pressing your body back down. His tongue started to lap quickly as your body began to tingle. You moaned breathlessly and tried to say his name but all that came out was a slight stutter. He caught on to your building orgasm and moved to stimulate your clit before adding a finger into you, curling it to press accurately against your g-spot. You screamed slightly and your back arched again before laying flat against the table again.

The sound of you letting out sweet shorts grunts made him move his finger and jaw quickly. You let out a loud moan at the change of pace, your back arching again and your body is starting to shake as he pushed you closer to your orgasm. His hand gripped tighter to your thigh as your voice grew louder. You moaned a string of his name in short desperate moans until you where squealing though your orgasm, your back arching fully and your hands clenching to his hair as your body began to release. He groaned into you as you came around his mouth, the feeling of the vibrations from his voice shaking your body even harder.

As you came down from your high Namjoon pressed his lips against your thighs and the lower half of your stomach. You could feel him smiling against your skin, your hands finally loosening their grip. He moved up your body to look at you, laughing slightly at your flushed face. You pulled him down to kiss you, this being the best way you could think of to thank him for that.

'Who knew you secretly a screamer.' He chuckled helping you sit up on the coffee table. You looked around and covered your face at the mess of papers you had made. 'Do you think anyone heard you?' He added making your eyes widen and you cheeks turn very red.

Instantly the door opened and a grumpy Yoongi stood there looking at the mess that was made.

'Yes. Yes we did hear you.' He said. Although there was a grumpy tone to his voice you both could tell he was holding back a laugh.

You looked at Namjoon who dipped his head and laughed, Yoongi walking in fully. The two of you watched as he went to grab something off of Namjoon's desk, your heart still fluttering before it fully dropped. His eyes caught something and then took a double take of it making your eyes follow where he was looking. A smile broke to his lips as he bent to pick up the torn lacy panties that had fallen to the side.

'Well... why aren't I surprised?' He said making you burry your head in Namjoons shoulder as he laughed and wrapped his arms around you.

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