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nomsugayoongi · 3 years

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Make up/Make Out!

Pairing: Jungkook X OC fem

Warnings: It's just smut. Pure smut. 🔞

A/N: Written and edited on a phone so please forgive any mistakes. Suggestions for more are very welcome and also thoughts. Let me know what you think.

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"Am I good to finish for the night?"

She'd been on her feet all day. As make up and hair assistant to one of the most popular groups on the planet, her job consisted of being ready at any moment, day or night, to get the guys of BTS camera ready. Today had been a particularly heavy day. Photoshoots and zoom interviews. You would have thought a global pandemic would have slowed her workload right down but apparently not. The boys were just as busy as ever, determined to remain a presence even when the world was falling apart.

"I'm not sure actually. I think one of the guys is maybe doing a live. Shouldn't take long, just a touch up. Let me go check." Another assistant hurried off, leaving her in what had been dubbed the "ready room" She sighed, sorting the array of make up products strewn on the counter into each boys respective make up bag. 7 individual colour palettes. 7 skin tones. 7 favoured brands. She'd been doing it long enough now that she didn't have to think anymore. Jimin's chapstick in one bag. Hobi's concealer in another. She was tired and frustrated. 16 months of a global lockdown meant she was now living in the guys home in the staff wing. Apart from video calls, she hadn't seen anyone and wasn't able to leave really. On the odd occasion when she did have to accompany the guys somewhere, she was subjected to regular covid tests. It was all just a little overwhelming. Like much of the planet, she was beginning to feel a little stir crazy.

The door opened and the assistant from earlier poked her head round. "Jungkook is doing a live. He's on his way down now. Can you handle it or do you want me to stay?" She could see the hopeful look in her colleagues eye that she could go for the night. Sighing inwardly, she nodded. "I'm good. Enjoy the rest of the night. I'll see you in the morning." She said, faking a smile. An immediate thankful grin was aimed in her direction before her co-worker quickly dissapeared. She sighed again, picking out Jungkooks bag and rifling though it. A V Live wasn't as intense as actual interviews. She'd maybe need to touch up his foundation and neaten his hair. With any luck she could be done in 10 minutes.

She was just about finished setting up when the door opened again. She turned with a welcoming smile but frowned a little as he walked in. His hair was wet, a towel still slung around his shoulders, face completely bare. "Have you just showered?" She muttered. He nodded, strolling over to his favourite chair and slumping in it. "Yeah. I wasn't going to bother with a live but it's been ages and I miss ARMY. Plus I feel kind of restless tonight." He explained. She nodded, a little frustrated that she'd have to entirely redo his face and hair. So much for 10 minutes. But it was her job after all. "So what are we doing?" She questioned, walking up behind him and leaning on the chair, a hand either side of his shoulders. He shrugged, looking at her through the mirror in front of him. "Whatever you want. Just make me look ok for the live." He replied. She chuckled slightly, studying him through the mirror. "You already look ok for the live. But I'll dry your hair. It's freezing in the office. Can't have you catching a cold." She smiled. He chuckled, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his baggy cargo pants and loading up a game. She smiled a little more. Typical Jungkook.

She got to work, removing the damp towel from around his shoulders, tossing it aside and reaching for the hairdryer. It didn't take long to dry. His hair was fine but he had a lot of it and luckily he didn't bleach it into the ground like some of his band mates so it was pretty healthy. Once dried, it was soft and shiny, falling prettily around his face. "Want it straightening?" She asked, digging her fingernails between the dark brown strands at the crown of his head and ruffling it slightly. His hair naturally had a slight wave to it. He had dropped his phone into his lap and his eyes were closed. He liked the slight scratch of her fingernails. It felt nice. "Hmm?" He muttered. "Oh..yeah. Straighten it." He opened his eyes with a sigh. "Are you alright?" She asked softly. "Yeah. Bit of a headache. The scratching was nice." He replied, a small smile playing around his lips. She chuckled, setting down the hairdryer and diving her fingers into his hair, raking her nails lightly across his scalp. Head massage wasn't exactly part of her job description but she had a soft spot for Jungkook. Her tummy filled with warmth as his head to lolled forward and he grumbled softly, eyes closing again. She couldn't help but smile, pressing her fingers to his temples and rubbing in slow circles. "Do you need painkillers?" She asked softly. He grumbled again but shook his head a little. "Nah. Already feels a bit better." He muttered. "Tension headache?" She questioned. "Probably." She diverted her rubbing to his hairline, digging her thumbs into the nape of his neck. His head rolled heavily against her hand, a relieved moan slipping past his parted lips. She watched him in the mirror, her stomach churning as she studied him. Reminding herself that she was working, she reluctantly dropped her hands, reaching for the straighteners. "So... we're straightning." She muttered. He cleared his throat, correcting his posture where he'd slumped down the chair. "Yeah." He nodded.

She ran the flat irons through his hair, alternating between looking at what she was doing and glancing at him through the mirror. "What are we doing with your face?" She questioned, applying a conditioning spray to his already silky soft hair, just so that the heat from the straighteners didn't make it frizzy. "Just make me look good." he said with a shrug. She grinned, picking up a clean powder brush, she spun him round to face her and booped the end of his nose with the brush. "Done" she smiled. He laughed, nose crinkling adorably. "You literally didn't do anything." She shrugged, placing the brush back on the counter. "You don't need anything doing." She said simply. He rolled his eyes, his ears turning pink. "I look like shit." He huffed. She was silent for a second, eyes flicking across his face. His hair was perfect, shiny and soft, skimming his large brown doe eyes. His nose was cute. His lips were full and though slightly chapped, kind of perfect too. Without foundation to soften his features, his jawline looked sharper. His skin was pretty good, the lack of make up making the cute moles dotted around his face clearer. The scar on his right cheek was more noticable but it gave his face character. "You really, really don't." She replied.

He shuffled shyly, fiddling with the phone abandoned on his lap. "I do. I look...plain. I can't go on camera like this." He muttered. She sighed, perching on the back of the sofa next to her. "Jungkook, you couldn't look plain if you tried. Trust me, if your ARMY see you like this they will lose their damn minds." She sighed, folding her arms across her chest. He glanced up at her, eyebrow hitching curiously. "See me like what?" He muttered. She shrugged, feeling somewhat uncomfortable at the things she didn't seem to be able to stop herself from saying. "Like...you. As you are. You've got that...thing...going on." She huffed. "What thing?" She rolled her eyes. "You know what thing. You give off heavy boyfriend energy. Especially when you look like this." She mumbled. He laughed, looking at her more intently. "Boyfriend energy?" She chuckled too, her face feeling hotter than she'd like. "Yeah. You know, that whole duality thing. It's cute. But it's sexy too." She babbled. "You think I'm sexy?" His eyebrows raised, his lips fighting a smile. "As your make up artist, I don't think anything." She chuckled. "And as you?" He questioned. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to look into his pretty eyes. "As me? I think you're one of the most confusing men I've ever met." She replied. His gaze was intense, forcing her to speak even though she wasn't actually sure she wanted to. "Confusing how?" He asked quietly.

She thought for a minute then shrugged. "Confusing in the way you play absolute havok with a woman and don't even seem to notice that you're doing it. You're such a contradiction. You're sweet and cute and warm. You're...soft and cuddly. The kind of guy who you want to snuggle and play with his hair as he sleeps. But you also have the ability to absolutely blow that out of the water and turn into this whole other creature. This...sinfully hot, dripping in sex appeal, gyrating menace. And you seem to be able to flip from one to the other and back in literally seconds. You're hormonal whiplash guy. One minute you wanna cuddle him, the next you wanna fuck him senseless, then back to cuddling. Confusing. But either way, whether you're cuddle guy or sexy guy, you're compeltely disarming. Captivating even." She paused, blushing at the heated expression on his perfect face. "So...you don't have to worry about what ARMY think. However you rock up, you're good." She finished with an awkward shrug. "Anyway, if you want me to do your face properly for the camera I will." She said, standing up off the back of the sofa and heading for her make up brushes.

"Woah. Hang on a minute. You can't just say all that and then pretend you didn't. Are you attracted to me?" He asked, smirking slightly, sexy guy definitely rearing his head. She tried her damnedest not to look at him. "Umm...you're attractive, yeah." She shrugged. "That's not what I asked." He hummed. "We've been in lockdown for 16 months. Everyone's attractive right now." She joked, trying to divert the gaze currently burning a hole through her professionalism. "You keep dodging the question." He pushed. She sighed, dropping the beauty blender she was currently picking apart and turning to him. "Yeah, I'm attracted to you. A large portion of the globe is attracted to you." She shrugged. "Yeah but I wasn't asking the globe. I asked you." He replied. "Well I answered. So are we doing your make up or no? It's late." She sighed, flustered. The way he was looking at her made her squirm. Curiously, but with something darker going on behind those doe eyes. "I don't know if I'm attracted to you. I've never thought about it." He muttered. She swallowed hard, looking everywhere but at him. "I didn't ask." She shrugged. "Yeah but after what you said, I can't just ignore it." He sat back in the chair, studying her. Her stomach twisted nervously. "You're cute. Short. I like that. You have nice hair. And your eyes are really pretty." He said absently, as though not actually talk to her, just assessing. She shuffled uncomfortably, her cheeks burning. "I like you. I'm just...not good at this sort of thing. I started training for BTS when I was 15. It didn't leave me a whole lot of time or opportunity to figure out the whole dating thing." He said, a hint of shyness dripping into his voice. "Oh please, I've seen you on stage. You can flirt like a pro." She scoffed. "Flirt, yeah. When it's empty. I can do it when I know it's not going anywhere. Flirting on stage isn't real. I'm not good when it is real." He shrugged. "I dunno...maybe we should...kiss..or something." He babbled. She gawped at him stupidly. "Easiest way to figure out what's going on here." He said, another shrug indicating his nerves. She swallowed, nodding slightly. "Ok." She didn't even really think about the answer, it just fell out.

He stood, shaking his hair out if his eyes, alternating between jamming his hands in his pockets and taking them out again. He was too cute. A kind of deer in the headlights look about him. The confidence he exuded on stage was nowhere near. He looked nervous. He took a few steps, closing the gap between them. Her heart was racing. He kept his hands limply by his sides as he inched forward, his eyes closing, a slight hitch of breath as his nose bumped hers then gently he pressed his lips to hers. His lips were warm and soft with just a hint of rough where they were chapped. Her heart rate doubled pretty much instantly, even at the lingering, closed mouthed peck. They weren't even really kissing but her stomach fluttered wildly. He shuffled a little closer, catching her bottom lip then the top lip then slowly opening his mouth a little more. His hands moved, running his fingertips up her arm, to her shoulder then resting on her neck, his thumb stroking her jaw. The other hand sat comfortably on her hip, pulling her into him just a little more. She sighed against his lips, her insides going nuts as her arms snaked around his narrow waist. Cautiously, he licked at her top lip, gauging her reaction. She opened up, allowing him to slide his tongue past her lips. A quiet involuntary moan escaped her. He tasted of sweetness and biscuit and she idly wondered if he'd been eating Pocky recently. The hand sat against her hip gripped a little harder. He exhaled heavily through his nose as his tongue caressed hers. He hummed against her mouth, withdrawing his tongue but still taking her lips in deep, lingering kisses, almost like he couldn't quite force himself to stop. With a long sigh, he pulled back, just enough to seperate their lips but still close enough for his nose to nudge hers. "Ok. Yeah. Definitely feel it." He whispered. Her eyes opened, her head fuzzy as she gazed at him with a mixture of affection and desire. She didn't even notice that he was looking at her the same way. He ran his fingers through her hair, a smile breaking onto his kiss reddened lips. She giggled dopily, forehead against his, heart skipping a beat at his responding giggle.

"Don't you need to go do a live?" She grinned. He shook his head, fingers entwining with hers. "It can wait till tomorrow. I just want to keep kissing you." His lips were on hers again before she could even process his reply. She moaned softly, melting against him. He felt sturdy and warm, he smelled amazing. He tasted delicious. He was almost too good. Her head swam at the feel of his tongue in her mouth, exploring, licking and tasting, possessing. He was literally making her weak at the knees. Her grip on him tightened, clutching at his steady frame to keep herself upright, genuinely worried that the depth of his heady kiss was going to send her slithering to the floor. She was just about managing to keep a tentative grasp on her composure until his lips left hers and started fluttering along her cheek, stopping just below her ear to suck the delicate skin there. A shiver bolted down her spine, her head rolling aside to give him more access. He moaned quietly against her neck, teeth nipping her skin. She gasped, another shiver errupting through her. "Damn it Jungkook" she whispered. She didn't know what she was damning. Everything? Nothing? It just seemed to be the only words she could claw from her addled brain. He bit a little harder, instantly soothing the slight burst of pain with a slow, tender lick of his soft, warm tongue. Her fingers knotted through his hair, dragging his head back so she could attack his mouth. He groaned against her lips, pressing his hips against her. She pulled his head back, her eyes locking on his. "You need to stop. I'm too horny for this shit." She panted, kissing along his jawline. He bit his lip, hand cradling the back of her head as her lips and tongue skimmed across his throat. "I can do something about that if you want." He murmured. She moaned again, temptation burning hot at her core. "Fuck" she hissed. He pulled her back from the assault she was carrying out on his neck. "Do you have a room mate?" He asked, brown eyes smouldering. She shook her head. "Where's your room?"

She could hardly believe how her night was turning out as she tried to make it to her room with some semblance of normality. Especially with Jungkook in tow. Luckily it was late enough that nobody was still wandering around in the hallways so the fact that she looked like she was about to eat him wasn't an issue. Arriving at her room, she'd barely closed the door behind them when he was back on her, pressing her into the door, lips on hers, hands wondering to her shirt, stopping the kiss barely long enough to pull it over her head before his tongue was back in her mouth. His hands agaisnt the door, either side of her head, boxing her in as he held her still with his body. She could already feel the uncomfortable ache between her thighs, heat pooling inside her making her squirm. How the fuck could he get her so riled up just by kissing her?

His lips moved down, back to the spot on her neck he seemed to enjoy biting, his teeth nipping and sucking once again. He was going to leave a mark and she absolutely didn't care. She hoped he did. She hoped he left several. If it meant he didn't stop, she'd happily have him suck and bite his initials into her skin if he wanted. His lips travelled further down, hands lifting off the door to cup her boobs, pushing them up and groaning in his throat as he licked languidly down her cleavage. He used his thumbs to tease her bra clad nipples, nipping and sucking at the swell of her ample breasts. She pushed his hair back, staring at him opened mouth as he moved her bra aside and wrapped his lips round her nipple. She moaned softly, biting her lip. He sucked deeply, the pull travelling straight down to her pussy, causing her clit to throb needily. His fingers tugging and rolling her other nipple. She wriggled desperately against the solid wooden door. He switched sides, giving the other nipple the same attention, his mouth felt hot and wet, tongue flicking quickly then slowly, then sucking then nibbling. Each gesture making her pussy clench.

She didn't know how much more she could take. The needy ache was becoming overpowering. Luckily he seemed to sense it, his hands slipping down, flicking the button of her jeans open. He eyed her quickly, requesting permission which was granted with an almost frantic nod. He smirked, hooking his fingers into her jeans and pushing them over her hips teasingly slowly. Her underwear went with them, balling together round her ankles. She couldn't even think enough to kick them off. He stood, leaning against the door with one hand, his eyes on hers as his fingers trailed lightly across her stomach then down, grazing her inner thigh. His smirk was torturous, knowing exactly what she needed and purposefully grazing but giving no relief. "Don't be a brat." She panted. He chuckled darkly, his fingers circling her bellybutton, the tickle making her abdomen clench. "This is what I was talking about. The duality. I like you more when you're being a bunny." She hissed. He laughed again. "No you don't." He muttered, pressing a searing kiss to her lips. "You've waited 16 months. What's an extra two minutes?" He smirked, his fingers once again playing around her inner thigh. "Jungkook I swear to god, I'm just gonna do it myself in a minute." She growled. He rolled his eyes, chuckling breathlessly. "Ok ok. Jesus."

He licked his lips, his smirk faltering as his fingers grazed her slit. "Fuck, you're already wet." He moaned. "Duh, I've been wet since you kissed me in the other room." She whispered. He bit his lip, groaning deeply, his fingers pushing through her folds, finding her clit quickly and circling. The ache tightened in her belly, her knees buckling. He dipped his fingers down against her hole, smearing her own sticky liquid around his fingertips before moving back up to her clit, his index and ring fingers parting her folds while his middle finger gently rubbed her sensative bud. Her breath shuddered, eyes closing as she swallowed thickly. Her head fell back, banging against the door. She was so turned on that his touch almost burned, so sensative already. He maintained a steady pace with his fingers, dipping back down occasionally to recover them in the fluid now leaking from her hole to make the glide of his fingertips smoother. She could barely breath. The stimulation of his careful touch on her clit was almost unbearable, causing the needy ache of her pussy to increase rapidly. She needed to be stretched and filled, her thoughts lost in how his fingers would feel slipping in and out of her greedy hole. Or better yet, his hard cock. She groaned, eyes rolling back as she felt his lips back on her neck. She gripped at his hair, inhaling through clenched teeth. "Jungkook, I need you to fuck me." She whined. He moaned, biting her neck again. "I'm going to. Just not yet." He muttered. She growled pathetically, writhing against the door as he maintained the steady torture with his fingers. She couldn't keep her hands still, grabbing at his hair and his shoulder and the door frame as the pleasure built from a subtle warmth to a searing heat, creeping though her limbs and making her weak. "Fuck...I can't.." she choked, not actually knowing what the end of the statement was. Can't stand it. Can't function. Can't breath. Can't wait. The gradual build of her orgasm was now rushing towards her with alarming speed, every careful brush of his fingertips nudging her closer. "Ahhh. Jungkook...fuck" she huffed. He smirked, lifting his head from her neck to kiss her.

It didn't fit. She expected him to ravage her mouth. He didn't. He kissed her softly, his tongue dancing across her lips, barely any pressure, his free hand coming up to stroke her cheek. Emotional whiplash man in full effect. The action of his fingers was making her wild but his kiss was sweet and soothing. It felt so strange to be kissed that way while being held on the very edge of an orgasm. The way he kept the same steady pace was vicious. She wanted him to speed up, go harder, follow the flow of her building release but he didn't. The slow build drew out her pleasure, his pace maddening. A rush of heat flooded through her, stilling her lips against his mouth, making her gasp for air as every muscle in her body constricted. She could hear her own pleasured wails but they didn't sound like any kind of noise she'd ever made before. Her eyes screwed shut, back arching off the door as her orgasm hit violently, heat coursing from her core and seeping though the rest of her body. She panted helplessly, spots dancing in front of her eyes, her muscles slowly realising. When her knees went, he had an arm around her waist to hold her up. "I've got you." He whispered, kissing her jawline softly. His fingers slowed as she began to shudder, instead moving to trace light, ticklish patterns on her thigh. Her head flopped heavily against his shoulder, fingers gripping at his back like he was the only thing keeping her in one piece. She didn't even notice him moving her until she felt herself sinking heavily into her bed. He laid beside her, chin resting in his hand as he smiled, using the other hand to move her hair off her face. She was quiet for a few minutes, slowly calming her ragged breathing down, enjoying the blissful tingles fading out. When her eyes could focus enough, she looked at him and whined quietly, her heart thumping painfully. He was beyond beautiful. A shaky hand lifted to brush a few strands of dark brown hair away from his pretty eyes. "Wow" she whispered. He chuckled, staring back at her. "You can sleep if you want to. I don't mind." He said softly, noticing her still dozy expression. She shook her head. "Don't wanna sleep. Just need a minute." She muttered. "Kiss me."

He did so immediately. She felt liked she'd kissed him so much yet it wasn't even nearly enough. He was the kind of guy you could lose hours of every day just attached to his face. It was something she would never tire of. Her fingers ran through his hair, sighing against his perfect lips. In her post orgasm haze, she just felt soft for him. Everything about him was so enticing, the pull of him overwhelming. She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. She gripped him tighter than she needed to, suddenly afraid of what would happen when the night was over. He broke the kiss, frowning at her slightly. "What's wrong?" He whispered, fingers trailing across her swollen lips. She kissed his fingertips, holding onto his wrist as she looked at him. "I just...don't want this to end." She muttered. He smiled, rolling his eyes at her. "It doesn't have to." He said simply. She relaxed a little, returning his smile, then pulling him in for yet more kissing.

The kiss became heated pretty quickly. She'd already had an orgasm but he hadn't. He nipped at her bottom lip, hands roaming all over her. He was pretty notorious for his lack of patience and while he had decidedly more restraint in the bedroom, he wasn't a saint. He'd been hard the entire time he'd been fingering her and while he did get off on watching her pleasure, he was beginning to feel needy. He pushed his hips into her thigh, searching for some friction. She pulled away from his lips with a sullen pout. "Why do you still have so many clothes on?" She whined. He chuckled, pushing himself up into a sitting position and shrugging. "Because you haven't taken them off yet." He replied. She sat too, batting her eyelashes and kissing the end of his nose. "Well that's pretty shitty of me. I'm sorry." She joked, pulling his shirt over his head. She'd wanted to be cute and playful but Jungkook without clothes was no joke. She groaned, eyes lingering on his sculpted chest and tight abs. "Jesusfuck" she muttered, broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, the dark ink circling his right arm contrasted strongly against his skin. She bit her lip, oogling him shamelessly.He chuckled, feeling a little bashful. She trailed her fingertips down his chest, her lip caught between her teeth as they skimmed past his belly button and down to the waistband of his cargo pants. With a flick, the button popped open and he lifted his ass to help her pull them off. She'd barely got them to his thighs when she let out another groan. He was hard. His cock straining against his black boxers, a wet spot at the head where pre-cum had soaked through the material. She abandoned her mission to remove his pants, feeling strangely compelled, almost like she had no control as she leant forward, peeling the tight band of his underwear back just enough to lick the head of his cock. He let out a soft yelp, obviously not expecting the sudden jolt of pleasure. "Shit" he whispered, his hands scooping her hair back from her face as he straightened out his legs and lifted his hips. His boxers were pushed down enough to free him from them. She moaned quietly, her tongue gliding from the base of his dick to the head, following the thick vein that spanned his length. "Fuck sake. Even your cock is pretty." She said huskily, illiciting a moan from him. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, steering the head towards her lips. He watched, entranced as she slowly swirled her tongue over the head, gathering the sticky pre-cum then retreating back into her mouth, grumbling softly with closed eyes as she tasted him. When her eyes opened and fixed on his, his cock throbbed in her hand. With her hair falling around her face, her darkened, swollen lips parted, her eyes glassy, pupils blown, she looked hungry, lowering herself back down to lick the end of his cock again. He hissed, hands gripping tighter in her hair. "I want to fuck your mouth." He panted. She groaned, dropping his cock, it smacked against his belly as he kicked off his cargo pants furiously.

Once off, she threw a leg over his hips sitting across him as her hands tangled in his hair she she caught his lips in a fierce kiss. He groaned into her mouth, he could feel the heat of her wet pussy against his shaft. It took everything he had not to adjust the angle slightly and slide into her. He wanted to desperately but he also wanted to draw the night out as much as he could. He wanted her cock drunk and helpless by the time he'd finished. He could feel her wriggling, trying to rub herself against his cock as she kissed him. He moaned, shifting his position slightly so that his cock slid between her folds, gently rocking so that the head grazed her clit. She whined, breaking the kiss, her head flopping agaisnt his shoulder as she bucked against him. "Fuck me." She whimpered. He smirked, catching her earlobe between his teeth and nibbling softly. "Uh uh" he teased, still undulating his hips to rub his shaft against her clit. "Need you to help me first." He forced her head up, nipping her bottom lip between his thumb and index finger. "Need to fuck this pretty little mouth." He grunted. She moaned, nodding. He smirked, guiding her off him. She slid off the bed, falling to her knees and opening her mouth expectantly. He scrambled over, threading his fingers through her hair as he gripped his throbbing dick and guided it past her lips. He felt her warm, wet mouth engulf him and shuddered, his head falling back, his hips beginning to move slowly, thrusting his cock in and out of her soft mouth. She placed her hands on his muscular thighs, watching his face crease in pleasure as she let him literally fuck her mouth. Her tongue slithered all over his thrusting cock, her mouth filling with saliva as the head hit the back of her throat and she tried to swallow the urge to gag. She stayed still, feeling the needy ache between her thighs grow almost out of control as he used her mouth. His hands tugged at her hair, controlling her movement, sinking his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Her eyes started to water, gasping for air between his thrusts as he lost himself. His moans initially breathy and quiet were getting louder and higher in pitch. His slow, methodical thrusts were getting quicker, more desperate as he babbled words of praise between moans. "Fuck. So good. Just like that. Yes. Yes." She felt his thighs tense, his muscles rigid. "Fuck, gonna cum. Don't wanna stop. Don't wanna stop." He whined. She moved one hand from his thigh, cupping his balls and squeezing softly. He mewled in surprise and suddenly she felt the spurts of hot cum fill her mouth. He shuddered viciously, hands pulling her hair painfully but unable to relax his clenched fists. She continued to gently run her tongue across the head of his dick, feeling it pulse and twitch as he emptied in her throat. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He whimpered, his grip loosening. He'd barely stopped cumming when he untangled his hands and dropped down to his knees in front of her. "Are you alright?" He asked between gasps of air. She swallowed the mouthful he'd just given her and smiled. He'd literally just cum and his first action was to check on her. "I'm fine" she whispered, pulling his head against her shoulder where he crumpled pathetically, still panting and whining softly at the aftershocks of pleasure running though him. She ran her fingers through his hair, smiling. He was sweaty and the perfectly straightened hair she'd given him was now wavy and damp.

He allowed himself a few minutes to recover, his legs shaky and his lungs burning for air as the warm, tingly satisfying feeling of his orgasm flooded through him and gently eased. He liked the calming touch of her fingers in his hair and the cool feel of her skin against his burning flesh. He felt her pressing kisses to his shoulder and smiled, lifting his head to meet her eyes. "That was....so good." He chuckled. She grinned proudly. "Sorry I didn't warn you...or pull out. I wouldn't usually just cum in your mouth without asking but...fuck, I thought I could hold on a bit longer." He smiled. She giggled, shaking her head. "It's ok. I wanted you to." She grinned. "It was really hot. I really like doing that to you." She admitted. He grinned, curling a strand of her hair around his fingers. "You can do that to me whenever the fuck you want to." He laughed. "Don't tell me that. You'll spend your entire life with your dick in my mouth." She grinned. "Sounds good to me." He shrugged. They both laughed. He stood, offering his hand to pull her up too. He kissed her, standing at the end of the bed, naked bodies pressed together as his hands wandered up and down her back. He could taste himself of her lips and though the thought of it would usually make him feel kind of weird, he just found it incredibly hot. "You taste like my cum" he whispered against her lips, tongue delving deeper into her mouth. She moaned against his lips. "Are you trying to kill me?" She breathed. He chuckled, pushing her back gently until she collided with the bed and fell backwards onto it. "Maybe" he shrugged, crawling into the bed between her legs. She gasped, shuffling backwards. "What you doing?" She muttered. He pushed her legs apart, biting his lip as he looked unabashedly at her glistening pussy. "Hungry." He grunted, dropping down onto his elbows and kissing her thigh. "You're going to kill me." She hissed, watching him kiss closer to her throbbing core. "Shhh. I'm busy." He muttered, teasingly running his tongue along the crease where her leg met her groin. Her breath caught in her throat. Just the sight of his head between her legs had her pussy contracting.

"Jungkook, I..." He stopped her, mid sentence by swiping his tongue through her folds. "Oh my god." She panted. He smirked, another long lick from hole to clit, groaning as the taste of her tingled on his tongue. "Fuck. You taste so good." He murmured. He curled his arms around her thighs, spreading her legs further so that her pussy was open and on display. A groan rattled in his throat, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip before he leant forward and flicked his tongue against her leaking hole, feeling the ring of muscle contract wildly, trying to draw something inside. "You need a cock in you, huh?" He muttered, talking to her pussy. He flicked his tongue once more watching the muscles contract again. "I know you're needy. Just wait a little longer. I need to make her cum again and then I'm all yours. Promise." He whispered.

She watched in amazement. He was nestled comfortably between her parted legs, talking to her vagina like it was a separate entity. She knew Jungkook had a habit of talking to inanimate objects, she'd seen him apologise to chairs when he'd walked into them and ask his food if it was cool enough to eat yet but she'd never imagined in a billion years that that extended to pussy too. When he spoke to chairs, it was adorable. When he spoke to her pussy, it was mind meltingly sexy. She kind of wanted to sit there, third wheeling while he had a whole ass conversation with it. Another flick of his tongue broke her thought then as his tongue fluttered up to her clit, her mind went completely blank. He ate pussy the way he ate noodles, slurping, sucking, lips and tongue. Repeat until insane. He didn't seem to care about the sloppy sounds or lip smacking. He was a noisy eater and she fucking loved it. He dived in enthusiastically and for a woman, there was nothing sexier than a guy who ate pussy because he loved it, not because he felt he had to. He groaned happily, his tongue everywhere, lips closing around her clit, sucking and licking her most sensitive spot until he had to tighten his grip on her thighs to keep her still. Her orgasm built quickly, her hips writhing as she clawed at the sheets beneith her, legs kicking involuntarily under his vice like grip. He moaned, forcing her legs up, his hands behind her knees as he hovered over her, head moving as he made out with her clit like it was her mouth. He didn't stop as her orgasm hit, sucking and licking at her pussy until she was convulsing, her cries somewhere between pleasure and distress. "AHHHH JUNGKOOK, PLEASE" she wailed. "Want me to stop?" He panted quickly, his tongue swirling against her overly sensative clit once again. "YES. NO. I DON'T KNOW" she squealed. It felt too intense. Almost painful. But so good. Unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her past experiences had all ended as soon as she'd cum but apparently that didn't necessarily mean the end to Jungkook. She crushed the pillow to her face, barely muffling the strangled moans escaping her. "Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum again." She cried. This pleasure was different. Sharper. Her muscles burned, being tensed for too long but unable to relax under his persistent tongue. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, her vision went blank, her skin felt on fire and then the raging, hot, sharp pleasure eased. Her muscles slowly unwound and she practically melted into the bed. He was beside her without her even noticing him move. Gentle kisses peppered her face and he moved her sweaty hair back. "Just breath babygirl" he cooed. "Are you alright? Too much?" He whispered. She shook her head, grabbing for his hand and clutching it as her senses returned. "Need you in me." She growled, throwing the pillow aside.

Something about her last orgasm had snapped her resolve and even though the pleasent tingles still washed through her, she couldn't think of anything other than how empty she felt. She'd been craving his cock inside her since they'd kissed against the door and that was hours ago. She couldn't stand another minute of teasing and Jungkooks cocky smirk wasn't helping her any. "Ooh. I really drove you crazy." He teased. "Remind me to do that again..." He kissed her, his tongue teasing her lips and leaving the taste of herself behind, "..and again" He nibbled her bottom lip softly, "...and again!" He whispered. She glared at him as he smiled widely, his nose crinkling. "Don't bunny smile at me." She hissed. He laughed, trailing his fingers across her stomach. "I thought you liked the duality thing. That's what you said earlier." He grinned. "I do...but can you save the bunny bit until after you've fucked me." She whined. He laughed harder. "If you wanna fuck, I'm not stopping you." He shrugged. She eyed him for a second then pushed him onto his back, throwing her leg over his hips. He hummed appreciatively, biting his lip as his eyes roamed slowly down her body, taking his hard cock in his hand and rubbing it against her pussy. "Y'know, I've just had an orgasm. My legs are still wobbly. If you were a gentleman you'd do the work." She smirked, grinding against his cock. He laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Oh is that right?"

He sat up suddenly, sending her flying backwards, she screeched and giggled, grabbing onto his arms as he flipped them so that he was on top of her. He took her hands, pinning them either side of her head. "I was letting you take control cause you said you wanted to fuck. But now..." He paused, kissing her, groaning into her mouth as his tongue slid against hers. "...I'm in control...and I don't wanna fuck. I'm gonna go nice...and slow." He grinned as she started to protest, taking his dick in his hand and rubbing the end against her hole, chuckling as her words stopped instantly. "Yeah, thought that'd shut you up." He lined up, pushing forward, his eyes fluttering as he felt the soft slick heat stretch and swallow the tip. She tried to raise her hips but he pinned them down with a smirk, kissing her softly before resting his forehead against hers. "No baby. Slowly." He breathed, pushing forward a little more. He savoured the feeling of her tight, hot pussy accepting him inch by inch until his hips were flush against hers. He exhaled heavily, his eyes closing as he pressed his lips to hers hungrily. "Wrap your legs around me" he whispered, looking into her lust filled eyes. With her hips lifted, it changed the angle allow him even deeper. "Oh fuck" she grunted, her hands clenched against his shoulders. "Too deep?" He muttered. She shook her head. She felt stretched and filled completely. He was deep enough to make her toes curl. He withdrew just as slowly, whining, his mouth falling open and his brow creasing. "Oh shit." He groaned. He'd wanted to go slow. To tease her until she couldn't stand it anymore but he was the one who gave in first. She was hot and tight and velvety soft. His stomach tightened, his hips moving faster automatically. He kissed her desperately, moans mingling together along with their tongues. Every time he started to pull out, her walls clamped around him, holding and squeezing his throbbing cock. He could barely form a thought, feverishly driving his cock into her over and over as she moaned beneath him. He could feel her getting tighter and wetter. He forced his eyes open. "Look at me" he panted. Her eyes opened, glassy and unfocused. He moaned deeply, the pleasured expression etched on his face along with the sounds he was making only pushed her closer to release. He looked and sounded so fucking sexy, the perfect drag of his thick, hot cock, so hard, so deep, she'd never felt anything like it. She felt like everything about him was designed to please. "Jungkook..." she purred, her hips rolling and bucking in rhythm with his. "Fuck. I'm so close." He moaned. She bit her lip. His golden skin gleamed as sweat began to roll down his neck and onto his chest. Her back arched, the steady thrust of his cock pounding into her driving her closer and closer. She gripped his back, her nails clenching. He felt the bite of pain and hissed, thrusting harder. "Let go baby. Let me see you come undone one more time." He growled. It was like she didn't have a choice, her body simply obeying, her orgasm shattering through her. He felt it, the hard clench of her walls followed by the rapid pulsing, milking his cock, pulling his cum from him. His steady rhythm faltered, his head dropping onto her shoulder as he fucked through the pleasure, his cum spilling deep inside her making his thrusting sloppier. He was still twitching as his arms gave out and he flopped heavily down on top of her, gasping for air, his head swimming and buzzing. He could feel her hot, ragged breath against his ear. He wanted to move off of her, check she was ok, do something but he couldn't move. He felt heavy, his mind cloudy. He just about managed to throw his leg over her hips and slither beside her, dozily pulling her into his arms as he pressed soft, breathless kisses to her forehead. "Roll" he mumbled, tapping her hip. She forced herself onto her side, grumbling contentedly as he curled up behind her, spooning her. "I think I'm gonna pass out." She whispered, giggling weakly. He chuckled, his own eyes heavy, the urge to sleep clawing

at him insistently. "Sleep. I'm not going anywhere." He muttered.

#jungkook smut #jungkook #bts #jjk #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff

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amysteriousmessenger · 3 years

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RFA (+ Saeran and V) under the Mistletoe Headcanons

Happy Christmas! I can’t guarantee that I’m free enough to get any writing done on Christmas day so I thought I would write and post this for you all now, Merry Christmas, love from Violet <3

Yoosung Kim Under the Mistletoe Headcanons

The baby is nervous, he wouldn’t have noticed the Mistletoe until it was pointed out to him by Seven and by that point, the two of you were already underneath it.

He was immediately a flustered mess and cursed Seven for putting it up in case it made you feel pressured. Yoosung didn’t want you to be uncomfortable , but in reality he was the one feeling embarrassed. He wanted to kiss you, but he was shy.

The two of you stood next to one another, nervous eyes glancing between mistletoe and eachothers lips.

Yoosung closed his eyes and moved closer to kiss you, his heart thudding loudly against his ribcage. You had closed your eyes pre-emptively and waited for the kiss...that didn’t touch your lips. He missed, and planted a kiss right onto the tip of your nose.

Yoosung opened his eyes and realised what he had done, instantly wanting the ground to swallow him up. Seven was about to burst out laughing but you then kissed Yoosung on the tip of his nose and blushed.

He was so happy and didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the night, regardless of how much Seven and Zen bullied him for missing your lips in the first place.

Zen/Hyun Ryu Under the Mistletoe Headcanons

Zen wasn’t really one for Christmas, but he certainly liked the idea of kissing you underneath a mistletoe. He was probably gifted a spring of the plant from one of his productions as an end-of-run gift.

He would leave it hidden in his room until you came over to visit him for the evening, at which point he would nonchalantly dangle it over your head whilst you were cooking dinner. His expression sat somewhere between adorning and smug as you blushed and looked away.

Zen put his finger underneath your chin and lifted your head to meet your gaze: ‘Jagiya~ You know what a mistletoe is for, please don’t hide your face away from me...’ He winked.

You lifted yourself up onto your tiptoes to grant him access to your lips. You closed your eyes and let him instigate the kiss. He quickly put the mistletoe down behind you and snaked his hands around your waist: unwilling to let the kiss part just yet.

This was a kiss that definitely had the potential to get a little more heated, but the food you were cooking started to burn in the pan.

Jaehee Kang Under the Mistletoe Headcanons

It was time to decorate the coffee shop for Christmas, and you would be gazing at Jaehee as she hung various streamers and snowflakes up from the ceiling around the store. You were practicing with the new limited edition festive drinks and had finally managed to perfect the Salted Caramel Hot chocolate and felt like you wanted a break.

Jaehee was really tired and practically running on automatic, so you went over to help her, handing her item by item until you had an idea. You handed her a few more Santa faces until you slipped a sprig of Mistletoe into her hand and she had already stuck it onto the ceiling before she had come to realise what it was and stuttered out your name.

She asked if this was an actual piece of decoration from the box, or if this was your plan all along, to which you you replied it was innocently an old piece from the box but admitted it was a moment of spontaneity to hand it to her.

‘Ah I see. Well, I suppose I shall indulge you anyway.’ She replied with a smile, and quickly leaned down off the top of the ladder and placed a small, chaste kiss onto the corner of your mouth.

There was a light dusting of blushing smiles between the both of you before the door bell chimed, signalling that a customer required your assistance.

Saeyoung Choi Under the Mistletoe Headcanons

Seven practically uses the Mistletoe to get as many kisses as he can possibly cram into a day when he’s in a needy mood, which is basically the whole of December. He also uses them to win you over when he’s been particularly annoying or played one too many pranks on you during the day, he knows you can’t resist a goofy smile and a kiss from him when he asks for one so earnestly.

Seven appears behind you with the sprig already dangling above you in his hand, saying to ‘Guess who?~’ to which you reply ‘Yoosung?’ just to catch him off guard. You already know what he’s doing.

Once you turn around and he wraps his free arm around you, he pulls you in to a toothy kiss full of smiles and laughs. He’s not overly great at being romantic, but being Cheesy? He’s got that in the bag.

Depending how much free time he has, this is also one of those kisses that could end up getting a little more heated.

However, Vanderwood is entirely exhausted of Seven goofing off work just to mess a around with a stupid little plant and starts binning any of the ones he finds.

Jumin Han Under the Mistletoe Headcanons

He didn’t put these decorations up, one of the staff looking after his apartment must have done so. Jumin isn’t one for Christmas, at all. He appreciates the seasonal wine but that’s about it, his family have never really been one for festivities and he didn’t particularly plan on starting now.

Jumin doesn’t particularly understand why you’re blushing under the plant, and still doesn’t really get it even after you explain it to him. Whilst he enjoyed your adorable timidity in that moment, you were no stranger to his kisses and he would gladly offer you his attention whenever you asked for it, he didn’t need a plant for it.

When he saw that you were slightly disappointed that it seemed as though you weren’t going to receive a mistletoe kiss, he immediately pulled you towards him with one hand cupping your jaw and other supporting your lower back as he dipped you into a kiss.

Jumin wouldn’t half-ass this kiss, he would want it to be everything you hoped for. This man doesn’t disappoint.

Jihyun Kim/V Under the Mistletoe Headcanons

It would be at one of his expeditions, the studio has organised their own decorations for the holidays and V wasn’t particularly bothered about whether they were up or not as long as they didn’t take away from the integrity of his work. Besides, the decorations were rather tasteful and you seemed to like them.

Once the showcase had begun to die down, you and V were able to sit and share some glasses of wine and converse with Jumin, who had stayed behind to spend some time with his friend. It was fun and you enjoyed the more relaxed atmosphere now that it wasn’t so busy, which meant you actually had the chance to hear yourself think. Eventually, Jumin excused himself to go home and it was just you and V left in the studio.

It wasn’t until then that you started to move closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as he sipped at his glass. You made small conversations with eachother until you noticed the plant clinging to the ceiling, just slightly to the side of V.

You point it out to him and he chuckled, wondering how he hadn’t noticed it before.

He turned his head towards you, using his free hand to move your hair behind your shoulder so he had access to place a kiss on your cheek, and then another on the side of your neck. Perhaps it was the wine you shared, but you felt warm and flushed under his touch. He kept his fingertips grazing the bare skin next to your neckline before he cupped your face and bring it towards his own for another kiss, this time on the lips.

Saeran Choi Under the Mistletoe Headcanons

Saeran felt very conflicted about Christmas, he enjoyed all the nice food and the snow granted but frequently the festivities were a little overwhelming for him and the cold weather meant that he had to put his garden away for several months.

He was somewhat jaded at the fact he felt as though he missed out on being able to enjoy Christmas, and that his clown of a brother makes up for it for the both of them. He does, however, enjoy hearing and learning about all the little details of the celebrations which seemed so alien to him, he doesn’t like not knowing or not understanding things so he’ll listen whenever you talk about it.

One day, you would have shown him a Christmas movie in which a mistletoe appears and gushed to him at the romance of it, which he didn’t know about. You then explained that when two people meet under a mistletoe sprig, traditions say that they kiss. But you then assured him that nowadays people only really do it with their partners, and that he wouldn’t be expected to kiss Yoosung anytime soon.

The next day, you came back from grocery shopping to find that there was a very small sprig of the plant sellotaped in Saeran’s doorway and he was hovering near it, but not close enough to seem as though he was waiting for you.

You asked him about the plant, and he muttered that his idiot brother must have put it up (despite the fact that it was the only one in that house) and you attempted to nonchalantly walk past, as though you believed him brushing it off. Before you had a chance to leave, you felt him reach out for the end of your sleeve and held it so you couldn’t leave.

He was blushing and averting your gaze, and above everything else; he was refusing to look at the mistletoe. Your heart fluttered, you knew what he was trying to do.

‘Saeran, would you like to kiss under the mistletoe?’ You asked, gently pulling him to be in the doorway underneath the plant. - ‘Y-yeah... if you want to.’

The two of you shared a very tender kiss, it was soft and innocent but with emotion. Saeran treated you like a princess, his princess, every time the two of you kissed, but it felt so special knowing that he had gotten the mistletoe just to make you happy.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger x reader #mystic messenger reader insert #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger hc #jumin han #saeran choi #mystic messenger hcs #mysticmessenger #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #zen mystic messenger #hyun ryu #jihyun kim #saeyoung choi #luciel choi

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tommynikkivincemick · 5 years

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NSFW A-Z for my boy Tommy

Tommy has my whole heart so I thoroughly enjoyed this, and I hope u do too xx

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Tommy is always ready for another round; he has to go at least two to be completely satisfied. But when you tap out or be tires himself out (whichever comes first), Tommy gives the sweetest aftercare. He will do absolutely anything you ask; one time, he even went and got food from In-N-Out because you asked him to, and when he got back he had to wake you up so you could eat. At the very least, he makes sure you drink a glass of water and go to the bathroom and get cleaned up, and maybe take a painkiller if it was a particularly rough session.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Tommy fucking Lee is all about the ass and titties 100% of the time, all day every day. This is really just because he’s a horndog who never quits. If he has his arm over your shoulder, he will try to grab your boob at least once. But because that is not exactly socially acceptable, he usually settles for having his hand in the back pocket of your pants or just on your ass period. Definitely slaps your ass every time he walks behind you or finds you laying on your stomach. But he also really likes your eyes because hey, the kid’s a romantic.

Though he tries not to show it, Tommy somewhat believes that he is the gods’ gift to women and that god damn it, he is one of the hottest men to walk the earth. And you know what? Rightfully so. But on himself, he quite likes his lips (mostly because girls seem to like them, plus it really helps having full lips when lipstick is part of your stage costume) and his legs (because even though he’s a little skinny, that makes putting on tight leather and animal print pants so much easier). He tries really hard not to focus on his dick when admiring himself, but it is quite nice.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

There are few things Tommy loves more than a good blowjob and few things hotter to him than cumming down your throat. However, he also likes cumming in you because it’s so intimate.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

While they were both drunk and in makeup at a party, Tommy tried to get Vince (who he thought was a hot girl) to sleep with him. Vince went with it for longer than either of them would like to admit because he also thought Tommy was a hot (if not unusually tall) girl. They have agreed to never speak of it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Tommy is a slut. Period. But this vast amount of experience has educated him more than a sex ed class or the vast world of internet porn ever could. He definitely knows what he is doing, to say the least.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Tommy’s favorite is a little something like this. Close, intimate, and completely entwined with each other. He’s a sweetheart, really and truly, so he’s a big fan of kissing during sex and being as close as possible, and this position allows for that.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

One time, you fell off the bed during sex and Tommy didn’t stop laughing for a solid five minutes and didn’t even bother to help you up, so you could say he’s not super serious in the moment. But when he’s really into it, sex with Tommy can be one of the most romantic and sensual experiences of your life.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The carpet does match the drapes in every way, including volume. That’s not a pretty picture for anyone, so he keeps himself very well groomed— it’s actually a thing of beauty.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Tommy is the romantic of the band; he goes all out. Champagne, roses, your song playing on the radio, a box of chocolate that is way too expensive, and a solid five hours of what can only be described as love making in which somehow everything feels even better and even more intense than usual. This man treats you like a damn queen.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Tommy sees it as a necessity— he’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. Of course he prefers sex, but he’s not going to wake you up first thing in the morning to fuck, so it’s usually a daily thing, quick and efficient.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Next to Nikki, Tommy is the kinkiest. Overstimulation and exhibitionism are his personal favorites. He’s really one to push your limits and see just how much your body can take.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere, any time. Big fan of the kitchen table and the shower because he knows he could slip and his arm and your leg would be broken but the risk kind of turns him on a little. And the kitchen table because it’s out in the open and it’s his house and he can.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Tommy gets turned on by turning you on. He gets his kicks just by teasing you and giving you subtle casual touches and kisses that he knows gets you going. Also he’s a fan of red lipstick, especially when it leaves marks on his skin when you kiss him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There’s very little Tommy wouldn’t do. As a general rule he tries to stay away from anything that would make him sick, infected, or dead.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

As we know, Tommy loves to give and he loves to receive. He loves to eat you out and is damn good at it; he could bring you to the edge all day and all of the night and be content, sore jaw and all. But as previously stated, there are few things Tommy loves more than a good blowjob.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Tommy fucks like he drums; fast, hard, and rough as hell. But when he’s feeling romantic, he will go deliciously slow so that you feel every single bit of pleasure he’s giving you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Tommy’s down for a quickie; he’s down to fuck any time and if you only have ten minutes, so be it, they’re gonna be the best ten minutes of your life

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Tommy’s like a wild animal so it’s a given that he’s down to experiment and take risks. He’s the kind to always be talking about how he heard of this new thing that he was wondering if you’d be down to try, or coming home and pulling a new toy out of a bag, excited like a puppy dog like “babe look what I got!!! Can we try this tonight?”

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Tommy has perfect stamina. He lasts just long enough that nobody gets bored and both of you can cum in good time. He could go all day, all night if he was presented the opportunity, but he at least has to go a couple.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Tommy owns quite a few toys, mostly because he likes to surprise you with the new weird things he finds. Some you like, and some you try once and they sit in the drawer for the rest of eternity. He’s gotten things for you, things for him, and you’ve used them together, separate, and on each other. That’s one great thing about sex with Tommy; it never gets boring.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tommy loves to tease and be teased. However, his resolve is pretty weak, so he never teases for too long, just enough to get good and worked up. But he won’t tease you for hours because it hurts his heart to not give you what you want.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is a LOUD one, all moans and groans and saying your name like a prayer. Very vocal, very nice.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

One thing Tommy is truly cocky about is how good he is in bed. If the two of you are backstage at a show, in the bathroom at a club, or in a bedroom at a party, he wants you as loud as can be so that everybody knows how good he makes you feel.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

We know Tommy is fucking HUNG. Truly, a beautiful dick. In my opinion, the perfect length and thickness. That man is truly blessed.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Any time, anywhere, any position, Tommy is DOWN. Definitely the highest sex drive in the band— how else do you expect him to get all that energy out

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As soon as he gets aftercare taken care of, he snuggles up to you and is out like a light in minutes, and is the heaviest sleeper ever. If you get horny in the middle of the night, you’re out of luck because he is NOT waking up unless you’re physically dying.

#get urself a tommy #tommy lee #tommy #t bone #motley crue #the dirt

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ariwilder · 5 years

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It’s not over until the Fat Lady sings | Part V

Pairing: Penny Haywood x Jacob’s Sibling

Summary: It’s over. It’s your final day at Hogwarts. It’s time to say farewell to your friends and soon enough the start of new adventures.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

Several days go by without any of you bringing that up. By the end of the week, you are prepared to give up on talking about it entirely. As last resort, you try to throw an offhand remark on one occasion, much to your amazement and embarrassment. Only to be met with a "What about that day?’, ‘The sunset was nice, wasn’t it?’, and ‘It was such a boomer we got wet!’. It is almost as if that instant at the beach hadn’t happened at all to Penny Haywood. If you didn’t know her any better, you would’ve testified on veritaserum that Penny Haywood had drank a forgetfulness potion.

You find yourselves easily falling back into routine as days go by day. You think It is for the best, you know, even despite the initial anxiety. Better to get it over with. You had never been good at the whole dating thing, anyway. Not that holding hands meant both of you would abruptly start dating. You had dated a friend before, if briefly, only for it to end in complete chaos. A neglectful partner too fixated on finding the vaults to commit to a romantic relationship.

You decided you were better off as friends, and that was that. Thankfully, you broke it off in good terms. It was hard not to.

To this date, you aren’t quite sure whether your friendship ever recovered from that hit. Hence, after such short-lived fling, forming a romantic bond with anyone simply evaporated from your desires. Until now. You had always liked Penny. Since day one. Who didn’t like Penny? How could you not? Liking Penny had always been so easy. Sunny, brilliant, kind, Penny. Unreachable, distant, mysterious, Penny. This fondness of yours is tiptoeing around your heart and it scares the hell out of you. Holding hands might not have meant anything to her, for all you knew. Penny is a natural flirt, that much is common knowledge. She might’ve felt lonely and homesick that day, and you —the only source of comfort in the middle of nowhere— happened to be at the right place and the right time.

You just held hands, right?. It didn’t have to be a big deal. Even if it was to you. Dating while being apprentices? A recipe for disaster, surely. Your friendship with Penny really is too precious to you to risk it like that.

You remind yourself of this as often as you need to. As you hear the soft hum of her breathing beside your bed lulling you to sleep. Until the memory of your intertwined hands falls on the back of your head for you to recall only every now and then.

You find yourself deeply immersed on a book about defensive spells when Rakepick enters the living room with Penny tailing behind her hot on her heels.

“Pack what you find most necessary for we are leaving at 10 p.m. sharp. I expect no delays; we’ll be leaving by Portkey. Questions?”

To this day, Patricia Rakepick’s ability to deliver orders still blows you away. Her level of confidence and presence left no room for doubt or disagreements. Not that you would ever confess that to her. You sense Penny following your nod at your side before watching Rakepick disappear behind the doorframe.

“That was unexpected,” Penny comments beside you.

‘You holding my hand out of nowhere, and never commenting about it was unexpected’ is what you want to answer but you think better of it. Not wondering about it, is, to you, still a work in progress.

“Yeah.” You sigh and close your book with a thud. You don’t want to be distant or cold with Penny but it has become increasingly difficult for you to look her in the eye.

“Do you already know what you’ll bring on the trip?” You hear Penny trying to chitchat you before you decide to bolt towards the door to your room.

“I’ll be on it!”

You are not quite sure she hears when you close the door behind you. You feel so frustrated you kick your trunk with the sole of your dirty boot. This is so stupid. Being alone with Penny made your heart fret. Your mother used to stir you a calming potion whenever something was particularly wreckful on your nerves, but asking for a calming potion meant asking Penny for a favor and it made you incredibly nervous, almost as if, tiny mad pixies lived inside your stomach whenever Penny was around. Everything reminded you of her, the blue in the sky, the ray of sunshine that escaped through your window every morning, the sensation that overcame you whenever you drank your morning earl grey tea.

You hide your face into your pillow and sigh. It will be over eventually, hopefully, sooner than later. You are glad curse breaking always managed to prove a useful distraction.

You don’t see Penny much for the rest of the day. You busy yourselves over with different activities. What could be considered important to you had a completely different meaning to Penny Haywood it seems.

You decided to take your trunk with you. Despite Rakepick making the mention of only taking only what could be considered indispensable, you weren’t about to leave many of your belongings inside a house you were not sure you were going to return to. You had read Rakepick’s books, and her adventures and experiences remained far from safe. For Rakepick to abandon her jurisdiction under Gringotts after leaving Hogwarts for a solo expedition, it could only mean serious business. That and the fact that you still didn’t know where you were going is worrisome. It could be right in the middle of nowhere. Everything seemed highly suspicious to you and for that, this whole trip gives you an ominous feeling. If I all came crashing down, where would you go? What about Penny?

You don’t get to grill on this question when the door to of your shared room opens. A disheveled looking Penny tumbles on her bead with a sound thud. She is already wearing a long crimson robe over dark breeches and high boots.

“You look tired.”

She doesn’t even look at you as you watch her melt into her mattress.

“I’ve been sorting a portable potion rack and workshop. I’ve been brewing non-stop for weeks,” Her eyes are closed but you can still recognize the phantom of dark rings under her eyes.

You been doing nothing but read and practice spells all day long for weeks, and moderate physical training. The occasional sparring with Rakepick is proving to be the most physically and mentally exhaustive exercise in your schedule. However, preparing difficult potions could be taxing. You remember from your N.E.W.T.s experience, and feel guilty for not being particularly supportive to your friend. Penny, of course, never complained. You can’t help but think Rakepick had hit the jackpot managing to recruit her. Penny’s experience was closer to labor abuse than apprenticeship, if anyone asked you.

“Why are you here for really, Penny?”

The question had plagued you ever since Rakepick pointed it out to you. Unlike you, she wasn’t receiving any guidance, and had just been ordered to brew potions nonstop for a yet undisclosed adventure. What could be in for her? She had already refused Rakepick’s offer as curse breaker once, back in your 4th year at Hogwarts. What could be different now?

“I still have to pack my trunk, why?"

“You know that’s not what I meant Penny,” You are sitting over your bed, legs crossed. Penny’s eyes open slowly, and she quickly gives you a sideway glance.

You lock eyes, your heart propels into a gallop. You feel like running suddenly, a part of you feels you don’t really wants to hear her answer, but it was almost as if your body had been hit by the full body bind curse.

Time moves agonizingly slow as you see her mouth move and wet her lips.

“Why are you asking this all of a sudden?” Her voice is low and serious and so very unlike herself. It almost sounds scared to you.

It almost scares you too.

The sound of heavy boots going down the stairs loudly interrupts you from even thinking of an answer. You hear Rakepick’s loud voice thunder through the walls.

“Change of plans, we are leaving now! To the yard, now!”

You and Penny exchange knowing glances instantly. Your conversation will be moved to the back seat for now. Whatever reason Rakepick had to evacuate her home before schedule had danger written all over. The kick of adrenaline pumps to your veins.

“I’ll help you pack the rest,” You tell Penny before accio-ing your own dark travelling cloak.

Penny shakes her head and throws a small leather clad messenger bag into your hands.

“Put whatever you need inside. I used an enlargement charm on it. I’ve already packed all that I needed there. I’ll meet you outside. I still need to pick up something up.”

She runs towards door, leaving you dumbfounded.

An enlargement charm on a bag? Brilliant.

“Where’s Haywood?” Rakepick’s voice is brisk. She doesn’t even look at you as you arrive. Her eyesight set on the looming forest.

“What’s going on?”

You squint your eyes in the direction of the forest and despite your best efforts, you see nothing out of the ordinary. The sun is starting to set in the distance but there is still enough sunlight to be able to spot anything unusual. Rakepick’s uneasiness worries you.

“We need to go now.” She looks over her shoulder, over yours and it does nothing to calm your nerves.

“Why? What’s going on? We deserve to know!” You speak louder than intended and more certain than you feel. Rakepick’s unusually apprehensive eyes lock with yours.

She grabs unto your arm, hard, “Listen kid, remember when I told you curse breaking is no dandy walk in the park and you might get people after you, eventually? Well, something terrible might happen to us if we don’t leave now. I might protect myself but I’m not sure I’ll be able to protect you.”

“I’m ready,”

Penny’s words break through the dense silence that had suddenly risen between you two. You are not sure whether she listened to Rakepick’s words but she lets go of your arm instantly. You don’t give her the pleasure of seeing you flinch. The probability of not living beyond this day suddenly downs on you. Your face is stoic, you don’t want Penny to worry more than necessary.

You see her take out a pocket watch from her pants and open it. In the silence of the yard, its ticking noise rose to prominence.

“We are using the bucket over there,” She points to an old tattered steel bucket a couple of feet from you. It suddenly displays an intense blue hue. You had failed to spot it ever since your arrival; only taking note of it now.

“Go.”

You touch the old tattered bucket and feel the now familiar twig under your navel before feeling the air being knocked out of your lungs. Your body sails with force downward. You fall into tall green grass and weeds. This time around with much more grace than your previous experience. You feel Penny’s small hand cradle into your arm for support. You don’t brush her away as you see her steading herself. You try your best not to give it much importance.

Someone is waiting for you. It is a middle-aged woman. She looks younger than Rakepick but far older than either you or Penny. She is also the shortest of the four of you. Her skin, light brown, with big almond-shaped tawny eyes. She had a bright yellow headband over her head that did a very bad job at managing her wild bushy dark hair. Her cloak, unlike yours, is sleeveless and brightly colored green. Her most distinctive feature is a tribal tattoo that went from her right shoulder right over to her upper arm.

“Paty! Como você anda querida? ” Much to your surprise, she envelopes Patricia Rakepick in a particularly long hug.

You and Penny exchange surprised glances. ‘Paty?’ you mouth the nickname in silent disbelief.

“Not as well as you, it seems,” It is weird to you to listen to Rakepick sound gleeful, but she smiles genuinely at the unknown woman. You cannot remember if you have ever seen her wear a smile that did not carry a smirk before.

“Como sempre, Paty, como sempre,” she gives the older woman a loud peck on the cheek before turning to you. Her big feline eyes inspect you up and down.

“Who are you?” she asks you in English. Her words carry an accent you don’t recognize. The strong intonation of the /r/ giving her easily away.

You don’t wait for Rakepick to introduce you and tell her your name. You are not sure if telling complete strangers your real name is a good idea but you do it anyway. Much like everything you usually do. You elbow Penny beside you to follow suit.

“I’m Penny Haywood, nice to meet you,” The overly polite Penny nods downwards as sign of acknowledgement.

To this moment, Rakepick still hasn’t disclosed to you of your location.The trees are tall and green. The ground packed with tall green grass that reached well over your ankles. Ivy, vines and weed mounting over every single tree. The heat is mild, and humid, very unsettling to your soon sweat coated cloak.

“So, this are your protegés.” To you the dark skinned woman looks unimpressed. You can understand her; two youths just out of Hogwarts could hardly look particularly skilled.

“One of the best talents of their generation, they wouldn’t be here otherwise.” This is the first time you hear Patricia Rakepick compliment you. Your chest swells with pride. Your mentor-apprentice relationship is complicated, but hearing her confess she thinks so highly of you gave you a sense of accomplishment.

“We see about that,” Her accent is thick, and latin.

“Excuse me, where are we, exactly?” You wanted to add ‘and what are we supposed to be doing here’ but her incredulous stare cut your question mid-sentence. You grab into the hem of Penny’s robe instinctively. Her eyes were big and piercing, as if she could go through you. Like a big cat rounding a prey waiting the exact moment to attack.

“Paty, you do not tell?” She puts her hands over her hips. It made your crack smile. Someone lashing out at Rakepick, not everyone got to see that.

“We left early ‘cause one of their messages got intercepted. Of course, I did not tell them.” you exchange glances with Penny. Did she message Charlie or her family? Was that the reason why Rowan never answered your owl? You feel foolish all of a sudden. You could recognize Penny’s own regret across her face as well.

“That happen when you involve crianças!” She points a long manicured long finger at you, wild hair bopping over her head. You don’t understand what she means and you wonder whether you should feel insulted or not.

She closes her eyes as if to regain her composure before turning to you, “We are in the Amazônia, and follow you shall.” Her cloak twirls dramatically after her once she gives her back to you.

Your adventure had taken an unexpected turn. If you are not mistaken, you are now on the other part of the Atlantic. You give Penny a sideway glance to see her as awestruck as you felt.

“Ah, I almost forget. My name is Maria Aparecida Oliveira, you can call me Maria,” Her hair bops as she walks.

“Professor Oliveira,” Interjects Rakepick.

You do not listen into the following quarrel as you are too taken aback to process what you are witnessing. You are in the middle of some jungle, right in the heart of some mystery, and you could not wait to figure it out.

AN: I know. A long hiatus. I know the chapter is short. I know, it is a transition chapter. It just took everything in me to have the courage to have the fic head this way. But this fic is out of my control now. As in, it writes itself and it wants to follow road. I hope everyone enjoy. Special thanks to my lovely beta, @lucknight, who helped me a lot, particularly on things with Brazil. A lovely person, really.

You can always find it on Ao3. Look for the link on my fanfic masterpost on my tumblr. Thank you for reading, and I hope to hear from you!

xOxO, lycopene

#penny haywood #penny haywood x mc #hogwarts mystery #hphm #jacob's sibling #jacob's sibling x penny haywood

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Acquaintances → Chapter 2

Genre: Smut! Angst

«Yeah im weak, and what’s wrong with that? Oh boy, I love it when I fall for that» -Weak AJR

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

He doesn’t know what has gotten into him. Jungkook can’t get you off his mind. The other night he was fucking this girl he met at a party, she was drunk and so was he. He fucked her doggy style so he couldn’t see her face and he imagined you, he felt that you were the one clenching your walls around him, that you were the one moaning out his name otherwise he wouldn’t come. Jungkook imagined you while fucking someone else and that was a problem. He has never done that before -ever-. He knows he will eventually forget you, he can’t just replay that fucking night on his head again and again besides, you weren’t his type. Not because you weren’t a cool or a hot girl, because holy fuck Jungkook could talk to you all day about his problems and be overwhelmed by your beauty at the same time, you were everything he needed. But no, you weren’t his type simply because his type isn’t girls like you, he feels like you could do so much better than him, you could do better than someone like Jungkook, a player someone who doesn’t care about you or your feelings enough. Because even though Jungkook likes you he still cant see himself being with you. All he though about was sex and that’s it. -at least that’s what he convinced him self to believe-

You promised yourself no more parties. The last one was a tremendous mistake. How could you? How could you sleep with your childhood best friend? How drunk were you? Apparently not enough since you remember every fucking detail of that damn night, and the most troubling part is that you liked it. You liked it so much that you even found yourself almost masturbating to it… but when you realized that you were touching yourself while thinking about him you immediately stopped. This couldn’t happen, this was wrong in so many levels. He has probably already forgotten about you and you can’t get hurt for that. You knew well who Jungkook was you had heard about him and all the rumors were true -especially the ones that talked about him giving great sex- Sometimes you’re afraid to close your eyes because you feel like you’re going to imagine that night again and you won’t be able to stop. Jungkook is a nice kid but not in relationships, you remember one night hearing a talk in a bathroom about him. Apparently he had 2 girls at the same time, leaving one almost pregnant. Jungkook was no good. You fucking know it. Then why can’t you get him off your head?

Walking around the convenience store at 3 am looking for drinks has been a habit by now. Every time you think about him you need to drink so you can wash him off. It’s stupid, you’re weak but fuck, it hurts. You were at the section were the drinks were, as you extenuate your arm to grab a scotch on the top self you hear a particularly familiar voice.

“Y/N?”

You turn your head to the direction where the voice came from. You shake your head in disbelief a bit. Were you hallucinating? Or were you looking at Jungkook for real?

“Jung- Jungkook?” You say not believing you are actually saying his name out loud

He came closer, he grabbed the bottle that you were holding and inspected it “scotch?” He smirked “I didn’t have you for a girl that drinks scotch”

Is he seriously going to talk about scotch? Are you seriously talking to Jungkook right now? “Yeah, It’s for special occasions” you look down trying to avoid eye contact. Jungkook’s stare is too tempting right now and with all the dirty thinking you’ve done these past days about him his smirk doesn’t help at all.

“Special occasions?” Jungkook scoffed a bit “Do you have company back home? Are you on a date perhaps?” Jungkook didn’t want to sound discreet, but something inside of him twisted to the thought of you drinking, laughing and god knows even fucking another man. And he knows it shouldn’t bother him, he shouldn’t even care, but jungkook almost wants to grab you right now and throw you to the first counter he finds, making you unable to walk back home leaving whoever is waiting for you alone and with the knowledge that you are taken -that you are his-. But jungkook knows he can’t do this, he cares about you too much to do it.

“If I had a date I wouldn’t be here alone would I?” You were confused as to why jungkook asked this kind of question. Especially the way he said it, it was as if he was jealous and not just a friend simply being interested. Or you just overanalyzed it because you actually wanted him to be jealous. Because jealousy means that he cares and you want jungkook to care… But then again, its Jeon Jungkook we are talking about, the 20 year old one not the 13 one.

Jungkook tried to suppress his smile but he couldn’t help it, the edges of his mouth curled upwards and he was happy to know that you weren’t dating anyone. But he knew that sooner or later that had to happen, an amazing girl like you would sure find a good guy that will love you and treat you right, something that Jungkook can’t do simply because he knows himself too good. Jungkook liked this girl once, he was really into her, of course she wasn’t you she didn’t have a past with him and he never imagined her while having sex with someone else, but still, jungkook liked her enough to ask her out on a date for the first time ever. Things were going okay the first weeks, Jungkook felt nice and he thought that he could finally settle down. But then, about a month after they had started their relationship jungkook cheated, and he cheated badly. He started having this affair with another girl while being in a relationship with the first one. He didn’t care bout the girl anymore, he was bored because he got tired of fucking the same pussy over and over again. One night the condom broke and the second girl got pregnant, Jungkook didn’t want a baby, and he certainly didn’t want a baby with this side chick so he made her have an abortion. The girl he had be dating learnt about it, she was more than devastated. Jungkook might be an asshole but he knew he broke her heart, he knew he left a trauma behind. Both girls were deeply hurt. And that was it, what Jungkook learnt from this experience is that he is no good for a relationship, that’s why he thinks that he doesn’t deserve you, because even though he might be mad about you now, he will probably hurt your feelings in the future and he doesn’t want that, he doesn’t know what he would do if he ever hurt you.

“I should get going” Jungkook said. Your heart almost stopped, you didn’t want him gone, this minute has been the best minute you had this past week. As he turned around you stopped him, it seemed like he flickered at your touch

“Wait” you paused grabbing one more scotch “ Can you help a girl take down two bottles?” You tried to act confident and not needy when in reality you were, you were so needy of him, you wanted to just talk to him until the sun rises. You knew Jungkook wouldn’t say no to drinks.

“Y/N, I- I don’t know if I should” Jungkook hesitated. That was weird, you knew he wouldn’t turn you down, not after you knew that he liked you enough to spend a night with you. What was troubling him?

“Hey what’s going on? Why are you giving me the cold shoulder all of the sudden?”

What was he going to answer? He couldn’t say the truth, because he doesn’t even believe the truth. He doesn’t believe he doesn’t want to hang out with you because he has this small crush on you. He couldn’t fucking spill that. But he also couldn’t find an excuse and he didn’t want to sound rude, so there is only one thing left. Jungkook sucks it up and goes back home with you. How the fuck is he going to control himself? He has masturbated to you a thousand times by now. You were all he could think about, how is he supposed to sit next to you and not touch you? Especially when alcohol has inserted into his system. “Y/n, just for a little bit okay? I need to wake up early tomorrow”

“Sure” you go passed him heading towards the cashier to pay the drinks when his hand stops you, and along with your movement your breathing stops as well. Skinship is something you can’t handle with Jungkook, you know it’s your weakness and you have to fight it.

“Let me pay, please”

“Alright but next time is on me”

Fuck, Jungkook couldn’t believe you just said ‘next time’. He wanted a ‘next time’ so bad but he knew it should never happen, a next time could really damage things

You opened the door to your house leaving the bag with the drinks on the kitchen counter. You see Jungkook getting out of his jacket and you can spot his toned skin peaking through his v shirt, his muscles trying to escape the cotton fabric. You try not to drool over him because that was pathetic, you never stare at guys like that but you couldn’t help it with Jungkook, knowing what’s under there slowly and painfully killed you.

“Do you want to see a movie?” You ask, mainly because a movie was more comforting than talking with Jungkook. If you started discussing with him, watching his mouth move, his brown eyes looking at you with a way they only can, you would be lost in a second.

“Im only staying a little, we don’t have enough time for a movie” Jungkook said grabbing one of the bottles and opening it up “Where are your glasses?”

“To the left shelf” you see Jungkook heading towards the direction and you have some time to admire his back muscles and thighs. God those thighs, they look like they are begging to get out of his jeans -and you would be happy to help with that-. You shake your head and try to snap back to reality as you see him coming towards you with two glasses filled with scotch on his hands

“Here you go” he hands you the glass and as you touch hands a spark must have float around the room. It was so quick yet it was enough for you to feel his warmth and the butterflies growing in your stomach. He sat down on the couch next to you and his cologne wasn’t helping your mind at all. He was a drag. “So how have you been doing this past week?” He asks while looking at his scotch.

How have you been doing? You’ve been thinking about him literally all week long. God you wanted to kiss him and get it out of your system but everything has its limits, iron ore cannot be educated into gold. “It’s been chill, how about you?”

He turned his gaze up to you. He stared at your eyes a bit before answering “Same, nothing much”

The night was good, you were at the third glass and you were laughing at a joke Jungkook just said. It was nice to catch up with Jungkook after such a long time, you don’t feel such a stranger next to him after talking for this past hour. He indeed is a really nice kid, you just wish he was something more. Your head started spinning and you couldn’t think straight, all you could think about was his lips. Jungkook would caught you staring at his bottom lip while he was talking but he never said something about it, only thing he did was very slowly lick his bottom lip from side to side and it felt like he did it on purpose. But you couldn’t deal with him anymore, as you see him pause from what he was saying you go closer, your nose touching his, you were drunk, you didn’t know what you were doing but everything felt so right.

“Y/n?” Jungkook tried so hard not to moan your name as your scent bathed him. He knows he took it too far, he shouldn’t have played with you when you were staring at his lips -especially when you were drunk- but he couldn’t help it. It gives him so much confident to know that a girl like you was staring at his lips. You come even closer and Jungkook starts wondering if you can hear his heart beat, because let me tell you, his heart was beating extremely loud. “Y/n” Jungkook repeats and rests his forehead on yours “We shouldn’t, I should go”

“No” you grab his hand making it wrap around your waist “Stay” you paper kiss his cheek

“I won’t be able to control my self if you keep doing that”

“Then don’t” you say, and start kissing his lips, jungkook trows you down on the couch and falls on top of you kissing you deeply. Jungkook can’t believe this is actually happening, he never thought he would see you again and now he is on top of you planting kiss along your face. Jungkook didn’t want to have sex with you tonight, he really didn’t, this would be too far. But he doesn’t think he can control himself. Jungkook will definitely give in if you make a move, and that really troubles him. Jungkook wants you to make a move, because he wants you badly. But what after tonight? Would you want more from him? His train of thoughts got lost when you started nibbling on his neck. Jungkook loved that, especially coming from you. ‘I should be in bed’ is what he should have said, but he’s too weak

You let yourself feel his warmth knowing that you wouldn’t have it forever. Jungkook is there with you and he is hard groaning at your touch, there is literally nothing you wanted more than just that.

“Jungkook” you moan “lets go upstairs”

Shit, he cursed internally. Jungkook thought about all the things he wanted to do to you tonight, he wanted to make you scream on top of your lungs and then hit you… bad. But then he would want to caress your face, and gently kiss you. He couldn’t believe he got hard just by simply imagining what he would do to you. He knew better than that, he had better stamina and will power but still, you managed to make him rock.

He dug his nails into your skin, making you writhe underneath him and create a tantalizing friction between you two. You gasped audibly when you felt him rip away your skirt and underwear, quickly digging his fingers into your warmth. Jesus, those long motherfuckers really reached right up to your innermost walls. To shut you Jungkook shoved the fingers of his free hand into your mouth which you greedily sucked on. “You’re sure you still want to go upstairs?” He hissed right into your ear

“Please” you manage to say while a couple of his fingers were still in your mouth. Jungkook waited no more, he took you on his arms and headed upstairs to where your bedroom was. He threw you o bed and you curled up to the side enjoying the sight you had. Jungkook getting out of this damn shirt and jeans, his muscles finally making an appearance even thought you could technically already see them before. Jungkook noticed you staring and a smirk appeared on his perfect face

“Like what you see?”

“Please..” you chuckle. You like the arrogant and cocky Jungkook, he was fun

He came closer, your faces millimeters away “Is ‘Please’ the only word you know?” Jungkook bit your ear “Because by the end of this, ‘stop’ will be the only thing you will be able to say”

You stopped breathing when he said that, you squeezed your thighs together trying to relieve the feeling you had going on in between your legs, Jungkook noticed “Want me to help with that?” You nodded and in no time Jungkook’s head was over your area. He grabbed your waist making you stable for him as he started licking circles around your clit. You moan so hard to that because you’ve been wanting it for so long. Jungkook’s tangue feels so warm and it does such a great job you could literally come right now. “Fuck you are so wet” Jungkook took a small break from licking you before he started shoving his tongue inside of you.

“Ah Jungkook, Yes” Jungkook was rubbing your g-spot with his tongue over and over and it felt like you wouldn’t be able to last long so you pulled away, throwing him on the bed and going down to his member. You spit on it 2 times before you start jerking him off, you didn’t use your mouth at first, you always liked to tease him. “You like that?” You ask Jungkook, a cheeky smile on your face.

Jungkook licked his lips, feeling your hands around him felt so good, it felt better than feeling other girls’ vaginas. That’s how bad he wanted you. But even though he was satisfied with you only using hands, Jungkook knew you would use mouth eventually and he knew for a fact that you wanted to tease him so he grabbed your neck and forced you on his cock’s head. Jungkook was rough in bed, but he always wanted to make sure you were fine with what he would do, just because you’re y/n.

“Be a good girl and let me throat fuck you, would you?” Hearing Jungkook talk like that light up a spark inside of you, you hum in response as he starts thrusting his hard member in and out of your mouth. Jungkook was going so fast you thought the bed would fall in pieces “Fuck! You feel so good baby”

That’s it, that’s what Jungkook shouldn’t have said to you. It felt nice saying it, it felt sincere but it was too much, what he was filling was too much and what you two were doing only fed up to those feelings. Jungkook shouldn’t have said ‘baby’, this was too close, this thing you had became too intimate. Jungkook felt wrong for saying that but he saw no reaction from you, so he just omitted it. But still, it happened. And Jungkook knows that sooner or later this had to stop, but you feel too good right now and he wants to stop thinking about other things and just focus on your mouth rapped around his length which was eager to get a taste from your pussy.

Jungkook stops and you remove your lips from his member, a saliva string following your mouth. Jungkook fucking loved the sight. He grabs your ass giving it a firm squeeze before bringing you closer to his naked body. He starts kissing your neck while slapping your ass and you can feel his hard member resting on your stomach just above your area. He threw you down words, not doggy style because fuck doggy style, you were the one he wanted and there was no need to hide your face when the only face he wants to see while fucking is yours. And that’s was bothering him, a whole fucking lot. You bit his neck and Jungkook puts his tip in you, a few seconds later, when he was certain that you had stretched enough to accommodate him, he began moving in and out, grabbing your ass to maintain his rhythm. Your arms wrapped around his neck while your fingers pulled at his short brown hair at the nape. You moan as you feel him stretching you good.

“God, harder oppa”

You were both socked. Jungkook didn’t believe his ears, he was older than you and it would be considered totally normal if you called him oppa. But you never called him like that, even when you were little. He doesn’t know why but you calling him oppa turned him on so much more. He started thrusting harder inside of you just because of that damn honorific you used. You don’t know why you said it either. You just felt like it, Jungkook was treating you like an oppa, he did buy you the drinks and he fucked you good. Even though it felt so right to say, you were still skeptical about it. Jungkook was going very hard but he still made very delicate moves towards you, he capped your face and came closer leaving a hickey under your jawline “Call me oppa again” he whispered, but it seemed more like a growl. Fuck, did he like it? Did Jungkook like being called oppa in general or just by you? You really hopeed for the second one.

“You’re fucking me so good oppa please keep going”

You thrust yourself back towards him to get more and more and more of him until it was almost too much, too big, too thick. You were filled to the brim, spread out around his length as he plunged in and out. You could hear your own rasping breath and forgot about everything, about why you called him oppa, what you would do after tonight, what you and jungkook were, you could hear his rough pants and feel his pleasure growing with yours as he changed rhythm, rough, fast and hard then smooth and so slow you ached with it, both of your pleasures building up begging for release. Jungkook plunged into you one more time, he held himself still for one long, long moment, his hands so tight on your flesh you was going to have bruises, then he groaned and pulled out, spilling himself in pale, curling streams all over you.

“Let me clean you up” Jungkook got up but you stoped him, you grabbed a towel and cleaned his cum off of you. Jungkook was smiling like a kid the entire time, it was maybe because you looked so pure while doing it or because of this fucking crush he had no you… or maybe both. Jungkook didn’t care about anything he grabbed you and kissed you like there was no tomorrow. He lightly stroked your hair and smiled.

“Jungkook, weren’t you supposed to wake up early tomorrow?”

Jungkook threw you on bed with him, wrapping his hand around you “Fuck that shit” he said and buried his head on your hair, he loved the smell of your shampoo, he could smell it all day. But then Jungkook realized, he can’t. Because he couldn’t have you like this all day, god he shouldn’t have you at all. The situation between the two of you was too complicated, sometimes Jungkook felt overwhelmed by your existence. You were everything he needed yet he was everything you needed to stay way from. You made flowers grow in his lungs and although they were beautiful, Jungkook couldn’t fucking breathe.

#jungkook smut #jungkook angst #bts smut #bts angst #bts fanfic #jungkook scenarios #bts scenarios

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theradiointukyshead · 7 years

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Nostomania (if pairing is needed: bobbifitz)

Mutual Affinities of Organic Beings

Summary: The evolution of a friendship, from a beat-up couch in the Playground to a 7-Eleven in Singapore (or: Nostomania - intense homesickness; an irresistible compulsion to return home).

[excerpt]

Bobbi sneaks the occasion chip from him as she tells him stories.There’s that time she and Hunter hitch-hiked across The Great Plains to shake atail and ended up in Mexico with no passports, that time they accidentallyjoined a cult in exchange for protection, and that time Hunter got into a barfight with an Irish gang so she had to drag him away kicking and screaming.“Jemma would have loved to see that,” she remarks before snatching the lastchip with a grin, and it swells and swells until it fills up the empty airport.

He wants to tell her stories too, Stories-with-a-capital-S,the kinds that don’t include ancient monsters or dead friends or killer robots,but he can’t, so he holds his tongue.

[read more on ao3 or below the cut]

The stranger is on the couch again, her feet propped on thecoffee table. She’s leafing through a trashy magazine, and only notices him whenhe trips over his own feet trying to leave the room. His tea sloshes,uncomfortably hot on his wrinkled shirt. He reaches his bad hand up to smoothit out.

“Can’t get away from me fast enough, huh?”

There’s mirth in her voice, but also a bit of hurt. His earsburn. He motions to the Xbox, bounces on his heels as if to shake loose the nervousness.“I – uh – I was gonna play, but thought it might – uh – disturb you.”

She tosses the magazine aside and looks at him, a softening,unfurling sort of curiosity. “You’ll have to be Player Two,” she says, resolute.Turns on the console, hands him the spare controller. And that’s that.

ii.

The stranger doesn’t come into his life by sneaking up onhim. Rather, she barrels into him, and it’s a blinding flash of sunlight hairand sunlight smile, her presence suffusing like crisp summer. Two in themorning and she drags him, half asleep on a workbench, out of the garage andinto bed. Three in the afternoon and they are on the floor in the common area,hunched over a game of Operation, his left hand tracing the motions until thebuzzer no longer buzzes. The stranger becomes Agent Morse becomes Bobbi, whichbecomes Barbara when he’s in a particularly playful mood. He’s still Fitz toher though, the syllable somehow familiar and easy on the tip of her tongue.

One evening she pokes him with the corner of a folder. “Sayshere you never passed your field assessment. Something about abysmalhand-to-hand combat.”

That is how he finds himself being thrown repeatedly ontothe padded floor.

“Again,” he demands, but the effect is somewhat lacklusterwith his face squished between her forearm and the sweaty training mat.

She backs off, extends a hand toward him. He takes it andclambers to his feet. He holds her gaze. “You were holding back on me. Don’t.”

So she doesn’t. It wouldn’t be the only time she hurts him.

Then comes the real S.H.I.E.L.D. Then comes strange facescrawling all over the base, some new, some old, but they might as well be new.She’s standing in front of him and he can’t see past the betrayal that cloudsthe space between them. A childhood wound begins to ache, somewhere deep in hismarrow. This time, at least, he gets to be the one who walks away.

“We’re not the only ones after Coulson’s toolbox.” She patshis shoulder. “Be careful out there, Fitz.”

For a brief second he melts into her touch, seeking thereprieve from reality it offers. In the end, though, he shrugs her hand off.“Goodbye, Agent Morse.”

iii.

The next time he’s alone with her, she’s in a hospital bed,tangled in a million tubes, bruises red and raging on her skin. His anger suddenlydissipated, he sinks into the seat next to her. They exchange a smile that istwo parts water.

“I lost half a lung,” she begins, already out of breath. “Ilaid there in my own blood, wheezing, and I thought of you.”

The fluorescent light hums quietly. He brushes a thumb acrossthe back of her hand. “We’ll all learn to breathe again eventually.”

“You did. But what if I won’t?”

“Hey,” he says, and thinks of something golden, something light,“I had a little help, didn’t I?”

iv.

She’s on crutches and he’s on his last legs chasing anotherdead end. He catches a red-eye back from Yucatan, arriving at the base justbefore dawn. In the gym, she is doing simple stretches before her morning PTsession. He knows to go to her before she even asks.

His duffle bag hits the floor with a dull thud, and then he’scrying, gracelessly, the kind of crying that’s more half-choked sobs thantears. Every fiber of his being needs Jemma back, but every fiber of his beingis tired and lost and he just wantsto stop existing awhile. The process of getting through time is agony.

Rubber-clad metal thumps against the floor. Bobbi limpstoward him and leans on her crutches, shifting her weight away from her bad leg.She doesn’t say anything; she just stands there beside him while he clutcheshis heart and bones and other things that break.

Minutes – or maybe hours – pass before he looks up to meether eyes.

“I asked Coulson for a transfer,” she tells him. “Startingnext week, I’ll be working in the lab.”

And it sounds so much like moving on that for a moment heselfishly resents her for it. But then she bends down to adjust her knee bracewith a grunt, her crutches awkwardly in the way, and it occurs to him thatthey’re both stuck in the same hole, trying to claw their way out to find theirpurpose again.

It’s easier when they do it together.

He wipes away the last of his tears. “We have some timebefore your PT. Want to go to the lab and help me set up your new work station?”

He hears the clank of metallic crutches as they fall, andbefore he knows it her arms are around him, a hand stroking his back in slow,circular motions. She feels like the view outside his childhood window, hethinks idly, steadying her so that they lean onto each other.

“We’ll find her, okay?” she murmurs against his hair, voice asubdued kind of glow. “We’ll find her.”

February is meant for restless sleepers. Especially thosecloudy evenings, when night falls in dim and icy veils, the sky awash with arolling, tainted black.

He wakes covered in cold sweats. The bedside alarm reads3:58 AM. His nightmares are always blue lately, but the tail end is a fieryred, punctuated by the sizzling sound of a burning corpse. It’s been burningfor months.

The couch in the common area is not empty. He flops downnext to its sole occupant, grateful for her presence but a bit sad too. No onedeserves to be awake alone in the long hours before dawn breaks.

Bobbi pushes a half-finished mug in front of him. “Here,drink this,” she offers. Black tea with too much milk and too much sugar. Justthe way he likes it. He wonders if she made it for him, if she’s been waitingfor him this whole time.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she laughs, a response to hisquizzical expression. “My knee and the cold don’t get along. I couldn’t sleep.Figured you couldn’t too.”

“How long have you been up?”

She simply shrugs. He nods, a mutual understanding for theintricacy of silences, and hands her back the tea. They pass it back and forthuntil there’s barely anything left, the residue leaving a lonely smudge at thebottom. Then he turns on the Xbox and they content themselves with somemindless FIFA matches.

(All the first-person shooter games have been thrown away.No one ever questions why.)

When they head back to the living quarters, the sun is juststarting to rise. Sleepy light drifts in through the window as they walk pass,slanting on her face in bars of gold. There’s this unbidden fondness for herthat overwhelms him, and he bumps her shoulder to whisper a soft thank you. Sheanswers by nodding toward the sunrise. A clean slate. February is meant forrestless sleepers who are trying to forgive themselves.

“Good morning, Fitz,” she says.

Neither of them knows that it’s the last private moment theyhave together.

vi.

After Russia, he stops doing shots. It’s not a consciouschoice, not really. In Bucharest, he gets a tequila shot and just picks at thelime for a while, the dull ache like a phantom limb that he knows is there butcan’t quite touch. Then he gives up and orders one of those garish florescentcocktails instead.

In the afterglow of it all, tangled between the sheets, helistens as Jemma tells him about an undead monster who looks like Grant Ward whoacts like Will. “It’s awful, Fitz,” she concludes in a hushed tone, hershuddering breath ghosting his skin. “I’m just glad at least Bobbi and Hunterare not caught up in this mess.”

He hums in agreement.

“Do you think they’re doing okay?” she asks, the sheetsslipping off her shoulders as she sits up to meet his gaze. She’s holding her immenseheart in her hands like a little bird, and god,maybe the universe is forever expanding and maybe we’re all dying as we live,but she’s the only one who makes it less devastating.

Overwhelmed, he surges up to kiss her. They’re both smiling,he can feel it against his lips, contentment unfurling in a haze. When theypull apart, he answers in earnest, “I don’t know, Jemma, but I hope they’rehappy too.”

vii.

Eventually, they all carry on living. He does shots againand they re-stock the fridge with Bendeery. It’s not a form of forgetting; theyjust learn to re-shape their lives around the dull ache, which is only noticeablewhen they choose to remember.

This evening, however, he’s acutely aware of the ache in theempty.

After Radcliffe, he and Jemma decide to leave for a while.Just make a run for it, like if they’re fast enough maybe they can leave thehurt behind. In the blur of it all, the headwind stinging their eyes, they findthemselves with an overnight layover in Changi. Except for a bored cashier in a7-Eleven down the walkway, they’re alone in the terminal.

Jemma’s dozing off, a backpack wedged between her head andthe floor, but he can’t sleep, so he decides to wander for a while. It’sstrange, this dreamlike atmosphere of an airport after midnight. He feelssuspended between places, out of sorts. Usually he appreciates the chance toslip into a state of not-being, clear his mind and all that, but now the liminalityjust makes him sad. He likes belonging. He likes it when their team felt likehome.

He goes to 7-Eleven for a bag of chips. Outside, night fallsmore heavily on the tarmac, a vague yet persistent melancholy. He takes his timein the aisles just to keep the cashier company. That way, the loneliness iseasier to bear. They don’t make small talk over the counter, choosing to sharea smile instead, but when he reaches for his wallet, he hears a voice behindhim.

“On me,” it says, languid and syrupy and gold. “I still owe you a shot.”

viii.

It’s Bobbi, of course. He shouldn’t be that surprised. Here,in a country not even visible on the maps, where sharp skyscrapers are builtupon mottled history, people are bound to run into the ones they lost.

They sit by a giant glass panel that overlooks a vacanttaxiway. It has begun to drizzle, and raindrops trap the terminal light withinas they trickle down the glass like liquid diamonds.

He wants to tell her stories too, Stories-with-a-capital-S,the kinds that don’t include ancient monsters or dead friends or killer robots,but he can’t, so he holds his tongue.

They watch the rain in silence. He glances at her from timeto time, and is struck by how far away she looks against the backdrop of sultrytropical rain, spilling over the foreign skyline that’s stirring at thetail-end of its dream.

After a while, she nudges him gently. “Hey,” she says. “Whatare you thinking?”

You, actually, hethinks. You hogging the Xbox. You makingdreadful tea. You steadying me when my hands are not steady. You dying on ahospital bed and you hobbling around the lab learning to walk again, battle-scarredand heavy, heavy hearted. You believing in me believing in you. When I think ofyou I think of broken and persistent light, and it makes me want to scream tosilence the absence of you between my ribs. It’s not the same without you. Thisteam doesn’t feel like home because the roof caved in after you left. Lay downyour load, take your heart home. Goddamn it, just take it home.

He inhales sharply. “Nothing.” He shrugs. “I was just wonderingif you are happy.”

Past the jut of her shoulder, he catches a glimpse of a few bleary-eyedpassengers shuffling into the terminal to catch an early flight. Down the walkwaytwo duty-free clerks fumble with their keys to unlock the store. Just likethat, the liminal inertia is gone, and slowly but surely everything movesforward again.

“Yeah,” she answers after a beat. “In a way, yeah, I am.”

#bobbi morse #leo fitz #bobbifitz #aosbrotpweek #this has been an attempt at fanfiction #also background fitzsimmons because i'm a flaming pile of garbage #no proof reading we publish our caffeine-induced sleep-deprived fics like men #gotta get this out fast before 4x15 comes along and fucks up my narrative by doing something terrible to fitz or jemma or both #(also according to ao3 i haven't posted anything since last march yikes)

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writingblankspaces · 7 years

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Shutterbug (Part 2)

Yoonmin

PG-13

"These are some of the best pictures you've taken this semester Mr. Min, I'm impressed," Professor Kim sighed, a small smile on his face as he handed Yoongi his final grade.

That would've been great if Yoongi had heard, but he was preoccupied with examining the sloppily rendered A at the top of the paper.

He still had a few other exams to worry about, but considering he'd been flirting with a D average in Professor Kim's class, it felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest. In fact, he was so happy, that once he had his confirmation that he was going to pass the class with a high C, he picked up his bag despite vaguely hearing the professor state that class wasn't over and left.

After unlocking the door and slipping out his shoes, Yoongi wanted to celebrate his passing by eating the leftovers in the fridge, but when he walked into the kitchen, he saw Jimin seated at the table while Jin cooked something that vaguely smelled like one of his favorite stews, but spicier.

"What are you doing here?" Common sense said that when you liked someone, you usually treated them nicer than anyone else but for Min Yoongi, it was the polar opposite and unfortunate for Park Jimin, he was Yoongi's current target.

"Is that how you greet guests Min Yoongi? Especially one who helped you?" Jin asked, turned from the large pot to eye him. Unconsciously he shrunk back, but he kept his eyes on Jimin, trying to figure out why the boy was at his apartment again.

He came home to relax and congratulate himself, not be worked up into a frustrated and flustered frenzy (whether he showed it outwardly or not) by the object of his awkwardly placed affections.

Jimin looked up from his book with a smile "A book I needed for class fell out my backpack a few days ago. Hyung found it and I happened to run into him. After class, which I didn't know we both had, he invited me over for lunch."

"So are you buddies now then?" He knew he should stop going out of his way to sound like an asshole, but he couldn't stop. The more he saw Jimin, the deeper he was pulled in by him.

Exactly what attracted him outside of Jimin's looks and cheeky attitude, Yoongi wasn't sure.

He was sure, however, that he was getting himself into something big. Bigger than he ever thought he could manage.

Unlike his usual dread for the sweltering hot summer, he welcomed the heat with his business degree in hand and several job offers on the table.

Having moved out his apartment shared with Jin following graduation, his parents agreed to help pay for a studio apartment near the business district until he got on his feet. This meant that he never had to worry about Namjoon's heavy footsteps or Jin's surprisingly high-pitched moans anymore.

He did miss the home cooked meals, general cleanliness and—he hated to admit it—Jin's occasional nagging. There had been something comfortable about having someone to mom him for the four years of his undergrad. It'd motivated him to do his assignments, study and attempt to do his best.

Now there was no Jin to literally roll him out of bed in the morning or to cook him food after a particularly draining day, instead, it was just him.

Yoongi had always been a bit of a loner anyway, but after spending years of being surrounded by an extrovert like Jin, it'd become almost draining to be back by himself.

That didn't last long though.

Two weeks into the summer, his phone lit up on his desk, and after looking at the time on the top of the screen of his laptop, he decided to take his lunch break to answer it.

"You know damn well I'm at work. What?" There he was again, being unnecessarily mean to Jimin, but at that point, Jimin had learned to ignore him.

"I need a place to stay for a few months. At least until school starts again in the Fall," despite the news, Jimin sounded excited and Yoongi found himself drawn in, genuinely curious as to why Jimin sounded ecstatic about being temporarily homeless. "I got offered a job at the community center by your apartment and they're willing to pay me twice what I'm getting working on campus. Plus I don't have to file papers, I get to dance."

Just like Yoongi loved taking pictures, Jimin loved dancing and constantly moving. It was another reason why Yoongi couldn't figure out why Jimin interested him so much since they weren't anything alike, especially in their hobbies.

"Where would you even sleep?" Silence fell between them and Jimin laughed.

"On your couch? Unless you have some reason that I can't. Did you get yourself a girlfriend?" He couldn't help himself as he let out a snort.

Him?

A girlfriend?

Clearly, Jimin wasn't good at picking up on signs.

"No, I just didn't think it would be comfortable enough for you to live on for the two and half months." When he finished talking, he could've sworn he heard Jimin sign into the receiver.

Why a sigh? Was he annoyed? Had Jimin finally grown tired of his abrasive personality? Or perhaps it was one of relief? Did Jimin like him? Was this a feeler to see if he was currently single?

So many thoughts rushed through his head and he ended up missing everything Jimin babbled about, only responding with a hum that sealed his fate.

"I'll be over after three. Thanks so much, you're a lifesaver hyung." Only after he hung up did he realize he'd just condemned himself to share a small space with a man that'd been the source of many of his unintentional post-pubescent wet dreams since their initial meeting.

Suddenly Yoongi began dreading the summer.

He was supposed to be looking over reports for an upcoming presentation, but all he could concentrate on the droplets of water that dripped down the base of Jimin's neck and continued down the deep v of One Piece sleep shirt.

"You should dry yourself off completely. That's how people get sick," Yoongi sighed, shoving his reading glasses back into place on his nose.

Jimin had been staying at his apartment for all of two weeks and while he had plenty of things to complain about, like how Jimin never wore pants once he shut the door or how he always seemed to be looking at him when he thought Yoongi wasn't paying attention, he couldn't bring himself to.

He loved the distractions from what was proving to be a very monotonous existence.

"We should go out so you can take pictures." See, that was another thing about Jimin that kept Yoongi's attention. He was incredibly perceptive and conscious of others, so he always seemed to know when Yoongi felt down or if he was in a bad mood.

The idea of touching his camera after nearly a month of disuse to take pictures of Jimin made his heart skip and set a fresh swarm of butterflies loose in his stomach.

"Sure, you should put on pants first though." Jimin grinned and got up from the small table in the kitchen area before he headed to the closet where Yoongi shared half the space with him.

After nearly thirty minutes, Jimin was dressed and surprisingly put together in black jeans, a loose tank top that threatened to slide down his shoulders and some sneakers. Yoongi, on the other hand, wasn't as put together in his black joggers, ratty white t-shirt and black hat.

At least, he thought he wasn't until Jimin surveyed his outfit and made a noise of satisfaction. It was the first time Jimin had ever mildly approved of his outfit choice since his graduation when his mom forced him to wear a suit.

Jimin’s short fingers twisted the knob on the radio until he settled on his favorite radio station, nodding his head along to deep bass of some pop song Yoongi had never heard of.

Out the corner of his eye, he could see Jimin really getting into the song and once what Yoongi assumed to be the chorus started, he began to sing quietly, looking out the window as they sailed through the traffic-less streets.

What started as a drive to find a place for pictures turned into a one-man show after he gave Jimin full reign of the AUX. From Beyonce to the musical stylings of a trot singer he couldn’t put his finger on, Jimin’s singing got louder and more confident as the songs continued to play on shuffle.

He was mid serenade when he spotted a potential place and pointed it out, Yoongi immediately switching lanes and pulling into the nearest parking lot.

“We’ve lost a lot of sunlight, but we can still make it work,” Yoongi sighed as he turned off the car and climbed out, examining the area. Despite it being a park, there weren’t any kids milling about and it was surprisingly quiet.

Camera in hand, Yoongi watched as Jimin eyed the monkey bars in curiosity before he eventually jumped up and hung, shooting Yoongi a grin.

snap.

In a series of quick movements that Yoongi was barely able to catch, Jimin hooked his legs onto the bars and hung upside down, making monkey noises in Yoongi’s direction.

Instead of taking pictures as Jimin probably intended, Yoongi broke into laughter, his eyes watering as his entire body shook.

“You look ridiculous,” Yoongi eventually stuttered, wiping the tears from his eyes. Jimin glared at him and let out a huff of faux annoyance.

Carefully, he lowered himself down and landed on his feet, his cheeks still flushed red. Yoongi took a few pictures as Jimin re-orientated himself, then followed him when he headed toward the small garden situated to the far left.

More than a 100 pictures and a loud rumble of Jimin’s stomach later, Yoongi announced that he was satisfied and suggested that they go eat. Jimin’s eyes widened and he enthusiastically led the way back to the car.

“What you feel like eating?” Yoongi asked as he scanned all of the nearby restaurants. There was a silence and when he got to a red light, he looked at Jimin and saw that he was still pondering the question.

“You feel like Thai?” Really Yoongi was hungry as well so he could eat anything. He knew that Jimin, however, was extremely picky, so he immediately agreed and started in the direction of the nearest Thai restaurant.

After several mouthfuls of rice and yellow curry, Jimin’s already high mood skyrocketed.

If he had been anyone else, Yoongi would’ve made some bullshit excuse to check out the conversation, but since it was Jimin, he found that he didn’t mind listening. One minute Jimin was complaining about the more reluctant students in his classes, then at another, he was praising the same people for making an effort.

“You’re off on Wednesday’s right? You should come to class to me. You could use the exercise,” Jimin muttered as he gave Yoongi a once-over. Yoongi widened his eyes and gaped his mouth in mock insult, putting his hands on his chest.

Again, only Jimin could get away with something like that.

Yoongi wasn’t terribly out of shape, but he wasn’t exactly addicted to exercise either. Now that he didn’t have to walk miles across campus to get where he needed to go, the amount of exercise and physical activity he was getting was at an all time low.

He eventually caved when Jimin gave him a less than impressive look, mumbling a low “yeah, sure.” After all, he never could say no to Jimin.

After an uneventful ride home where Jimin fell asleep and smudged up Yoongi’s window, they got home and Yoongi was forced to wake him up.

“Come on, let’s go inside,” Jimin moaned with his eyes closed and smacked his lips, maneuvering his shoulder away from Yoongi’s reach.

Yoongi tried again, reaching over to give Jimin’s shoulder a harder shake.

The action earned him a smack on the hand and Yoongi leaned over, unbuckling Jimin’s seatbelt. As the belt retracted near the window, he smacked Jimin’s arm with an exasperated “yah!”

Jimin startled awake immediately and flinched, hitting his head on the roof of the car with a drowsy “I’m up!” When his eyes focused and he saw Yoongi shaking with laughter, Jimin’s lips tipped into a pout.

“You didn’t have to yell...” Jimin’s voice got pitchy as he whined and Yoongi laughed harder, remarking how he sounded like a kid.

#pairing: yoonmin #fandom: bts #genre: fluff #rating: pg13 #yoonmin

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