#harry jimin

[writerpetals]

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w; exhibitionism, voyeurism, pillow humping, unprotected sex that is just a fantasy that i hope you find as hot as i did when i wrote this hehe finally had time to edit and repost this story ;_;

He never realized you knew he was there when he watched you. As if you would have left your bedroom blinds open, lights on and shining bright, for any other reason. As if you hadn’t been attracted to him the first day you saw him moving into the apartment building next to yours. As if you were trying to hide from all the nights you touched yourself, blinds open, lights on, naked on the bed hidden only behind an expression full of pleasure that heightened when you knew he could see.

The first night was nothing more than a test. You spotted him in his apartment, the warm glow of a lamp in the living room illuminating him. When you flicked your lights on, out of the corner of your eye you saw his gaze shift towards you as he paused.

Perfect.

You turned your lights off after closing your blinds a moment later, knowing he knew you were there and allowing him to realize he had the perfect view. The buildings were close enough to only have him as an audience thanks to being on the top floor, yet not too close to where a simple glance or shift of your eyes would tell him you knew he was spying. 

Two nights later you left your lights on for longer. You could feel his eyes on your body as you undressed. You didn’t have to glance at him to know he was studying every curve of your skin as you peeled your shirt over your head, followed by the yoga shorts you went running in just minutes before. You didn’t need to look his way to know his eyes were glued to you as you turned your back to him before unhooking your bra, and then making your way to the adjoined bathroom to take a shower.

The light in his living room was turned off by the time you came out of the steaming bathroom, towel wrapped around your body and disappointment in your face when you noticed his blinds shut. Maybe he felt guilty, or maybe he was turning down the temptation.

It didn’t take long to gain his full interest a week later. The first night you decided to walk around your room completely bare was the night he didn’t close his blinds. A quick turn of your head to see his eyes on you was enough to encourage you to go all the way. You seemed unsuspecting, and he should have given you enough credit to know you could tell he was watching, but you liked the rush of him thinking he was getting away with it.

You laid down on your bed, back against the mattress, slipping a hand between your thighs. He could only see your breasts thanks to a hiked knee covering everything else, but they were fully exposed as you toyed with your hardening nipples and it was enough to have you reaching your peak in no time. Having him watch you get off had your entire body tingling when you thought about it the next day. You couldn’t convince yourself you wouldn’t try again, and you couldn’t talk yourself out of going further while giving him a full show.

That was when you decided you would do something a little riskier the next time around. Fully bare once again, blinds open, you began teasing yourself as you sat on your knees on the bed. You already knew he was focused on you. It was as if he wasn’t hiding it anymore, but you didn’t look his way regardless.

Your hands ran over your breasts, pinching and pulling your nipples until your head lolled back and your jaw slacked. You went farther, dipping a hand between your thighs to find yourself already wet from putting on your show. You wished he could hear your moans with your fingertips pressed to your clit, rubbing slow circles to get you warmed up enough. More than that, you wished you could hear the noises he would make, as well as have his hands on your body, fingers between your thighs to pleasure you.

You knew you had to be patient, dismissing the idea for another time once you removed your hands from your body, instead reaching for a pillow near the headboard. You quickly folded it in half while casually glancing his way as you brushed loose strands of hair from your face to seem oblivious, with your eyes half-lidded. You could only guess what was running through his mind when you placed the pillow between your legs, pressing down to feel the cool silk against your warm folds.

You couldn’t help but to moan when you began moving your hips, hoping he was watching closely, hoping he would think about it later when he was alone and touching himself. You tossed your head back, getting lost in the moment, grinding your clit against the red, silk pillowcase while imagining him in your mind doing unspeakable things to your body. Your hands ran along your torso, finding your breasts to squeeze and caress, with your hips moving faster each second, whimpers of his name spilling from your lips.

When the pleasure started to swell between your thighs, your whimpers and moans fell short, replaced by gasps of air until you were overwhelmed with bliss. Your hips started to slow, thighs tightening around the pillow, toes curling, jaw slacking, until your body bent forward, palms pressing against the mattress to ease yourself to the bed.

You laid there limp, a sheen of sweat glistening over your skin, knowing he had watched every second of it, knowing you wouldn’t have come half as hard if he hadn’t. His eyes on you were the only thing getting you off lately, and sometimes you were tempted to walk over to his apartment and thank him for it.

However, the next day when you’re a minute away from heading out of your apartment for a run, a sudden, urgent knock on your door has you pausing while putting your buds in your ear. Instead, you set your things against the coffee table to make your way through the kitchen to answer the knocks.

“Um, hi.”

Hearing his voice for the first time, already half knowing it was him before you answered the door, sent goosebumps spreading across your skin. It was deeper than you imagined, yet his tone softer, almost as if he was incredibly nervous, or shy. Of course it couldn’t be hard to pint point the exact apartment you live in considering all the time he’s spent so far watching you. The apartment buildings aren’t that big to begin with.

“Hi…” You tilt your head, flashing him a confused look with your brows creased. You know why he is there, and the reason has your heart racing. 

“I’m, uh,” he stutter, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, eyes falling to his feet as he tells you his name.

You already knew that thanks to one of his friends yelling his name from across the street on the day he moved in. You nod, trying to hide your smirk when you realize he actually is a nervous, stuttering, gulping mess before you, telling him your name in return. 

“Can I help you with something?” He bites his lip at the sound of you repeating his name, causing warmth to surge between your thighs. He doesn’t even realize how much power you have over him already, feigning innocence before him with a curious tone and clueless expression. 

“I just wanted to introduce myself.” He can’t look you in the eyes as he shifts his weight from foot to foot before you, with your head still tilted to one side, looking up at him with a grin, arms folded just beneath your breasts. “Sorry, I see you were about to head out. I should go.”

You don’t stop him. Instead, your grin widens, before watching him turn to head down the hall. “If you do need something,” you begin, making him stop in his tracks for a glance over his shoulder, “don’t hesitate to let me know.”

Hidden meanings drip from every word, and from the way he inhales a sharp breath before nodding, you know he realizes he is in over his head. 

You don’t leave your blinds open for his viewing pleasure that night. You know once you have him hooked he will be yours to play with for as long as you want. You just need him to realize what a deliciously sinful thing he has, and without the view of you naked and pleasuring yourself he will either go crazy, or finally act on his desires.

A few nights pass, but you don’t worry. You keep the view blocked by shades and dim lights when you touch yourself, thinking of all the things you are going to do to him when he finally sees how much he wants you. Even if the pleasure isn't as great when he doesn't watch, you have to be patient as well.

It takes three whole nights of failing to offer him the view for him to come knocking on your door mid-afternoon, causing you to answer after you have just got out of the shower.

You greet him after a few light knocks on your door, hair wrapped in a towel and a robe wrapped around your body. “Hi.” You can't stop your cheeks from flushing at the sight of him.

Finally getting to see him before you, cap on backwards keeping his hair from his eyes, a shy grin on his lips, a loose fitting, gray tank not hiding his delicious looking collarbones, and even baggier gym shorts, has its affect on you. It doesn't take you long to realize he isn't the only one suffering without a view. You have gone four days without seeing him in his apartment as well with barely any clothes on, sweating, panting while doing some form of work out, carding his fingers through his damp hair. You would be lying if you said you didn't miss it.

“Hey,” he exhales his half-embarrassed hello, rubbing the back of his neck just like he did the previous time. Except now he has a paper plate with foil securing its contents in the other hand. “I, um, brought you something.” He has a hard time keeping his eyes on yours, every second more and more tempted to take in the sight of you standing before him in nothing but a bathrobe.

You can't contain a giggle. “You did?” You eagerly reach for his gift as he hands you the plate, peeling back the crumpled foil to reveal tasty looking treats. “Lemon squares?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles as if he immediately regrets the decision. His cheeks flush once he continues. “I have a friend that likes to cook, and well, I just wanted to bring you something since I just moved in across the street. One apartment building over.”

Your brows crease at his words. “Wouldn't your actual neighbors be better suited for this?” You giggle, letting him think he was being smooth when you already knew when and where he moved in, along with his perfect view of your bedroom. “And aren't they the ones that should be giving you a housewarming gift?” 

“Yeah, it was a stupid idea.” He lowers his voice as well as his head. “Sorry.”

“No!” You nearly shout when he begins to turn away from you. “It's sweet. Thank you.” You aren’t lying. It’s hard to ignore the flutter in your chest at his adorable gesture. Even if you both know he’s only looking for any little excuse to stop by.

“No problem.” His grin is so boyish and bashful, causing the warmth to swell between your thighs at just how shy this man is.

“Do you want to come in?” In all his blushing and in all of your playing oblivious, you forgot to be polite enough to invite him in, stepping to the side a second after you ask.

“Oh, I wasn’t interrupting anything?” His gaze finally lowers down your body, unashamed for the first time and getting an eyeful of your fresh-out-of-the-shower attire. 

“Nope,” you assure him, grinning as he walks past you before shutting the door behind him. You peel the towel from your head, trying to regain some of your image and not look so ridiculous, even though he has seen you completely bare and vulnerable time and time again. “So…” His name lingers on your lips in drawn out syllables as he takes a seat on a barstool, situating himself with his elbows propped up on the island counter in your kitchen.

“Hm?” You have his full attention while you grab a lemon square from the plate, slowly taking a bite as you stand on the opposite side of the counter. The way his eyes widened and lips part have you stifling your giggle as you chew the treat and lick your lips once you swallow.

“Please tell your friend he bakes well.” After a second, he nods, your words pulling him of the daydreams you only imagine him having as he stares at you. “So, how are you liking the view?” The question, while innocent in nature, has too much hidden meaning within each word, causing him to gulp, blink repeatedly, and mumble while shrugging his shoulders.

“Th-the v-view?” You can practically hear his heart hammering away inside his chest, thinking you are asking about the perfect view into your bedroom, but when you nod, lips pursed, and hum an “mhm”, his tense body relaxes just a little.

“That apartment building has a killer view of the city, if you’re lucky enough to snag yourself a room good enough.” You lean forward, arms beneath your breasts, elbows against the counter as you speak, not caring if your robe just so happens to fall open enough to get a better view of your cleavage. Watching him nearly squirm in his seat was more satisfaction than you needed. 

“Oh, um,” he hesitates, running a hand over the nape of his neck, “my apartment is on the opposite side. Right across… from… you.” It was clear he caught himself mid-sentence, spilling away his dirty secrets, letting you know he has a better view than the city, but you only nod, not showing signs of any hints that you had caught on to what he was implying. 

“Oh, too bad you don't have a nice view then.” His awkward, shy grin on his lips tells you he assums you haven't a clue. “Listen, I have to get ready for my shift at work. It was nice seeing you.”

With that, he is already nervously slipping from his seat at the counter. “Sure, me too.” His hand brushes over the back of his neck once again, realizing you find his shy habits adorable. 

“Thanks for the gift,” you chuckle as you walk him out, pulling the door to you before he steps into the hallway, watching him nod while lingering for a moment. “Oh, hey?” You call his name one last time, watching him perk up, brows raised, eyes wide.

“Yes?” You can't help the way your lips curl in a grin, knowing how you have teased him, feigning innocence the entire time while dropping subtle hint after hint about him watching you.

“I'll see you later.”

The exhausting shift at your job has taken its toll on your body, proving that being on your feet all night serving tables left you with nothing but achy legs, sore feet, and heavy steps as you make your way to your shower. The warm water cascading down your body relaxes you enough to ease the pains in your muscles, and when you step out to wrap nothing more than a towel around your body, you are all ready to snuggle up in bed.

However, after his visit earlier in the day, you know he won’t remain patient for long, causing you to make sure to pull the chain to your blinds once you make it to your bedroom, the vertical panels opening up to allow you to set your eyes on that neighbor of yours in his living room. The lights offer a warm glow against his skin as you take in the sight of him bare chested, hair messily combed back, sweat pants hanging loose from his hips, and an intense focus in his eyes as he works out. The way your heart flutters in your chest only tells you how much you missed the sight.

You linger near the window a moment, not realizing you are biting down on your bottom lip, teeth sinking into skin while watching him move, his body coming up and down with crunches, his eyes lower, wanting to hear the music you know he’s listening to to have him so in the zone. Wanting to be in the same room as him, hearing his heavy breaths and pants, wanting him to be there just for you.

Lost in thoughts of what he could do, you barely notice his gaze shift towards your window like it has so many nights before. You barely notice his eyes grow wide and the way his hand lowers to the bulge forming in his pants at the sight of you, obvious thoughts of previous nights watching you entering his mind.

Except unlike other nights, you don’t look away, or seem oblivious to his gaze. You meet his eyes staring into yours, biting on your bottom lip and blinking just a few times to seem innocent enough. You watch his lips part, taking in the moment to understand you are now completely aware he has a perfect view of your bedroom, and you are aware he has been watching you all those lonely nights while leaving your blinds open just for him.

But it was all a part of the plan, and with a smirk forming on your lips as you stare into his living room, your brows arch, awaiting his reaction. He rises and steps closer to the window after reaching for a remote to mute his stereo he had obviously working out to, hand returning to the bulge in his pants as he licks his lips. 

No longer are there secrets or feigning innocence. Everything is out in the open as the two of you stare at one another, and you decide to take it a step further by reaching to unravel the towel so tightly secured around your body. The white cloth pools around your ankles, giving him the perfect view of what he has no doubt been missing the past few nights.

You can’t ignore the rush of adrenaline coursing through your body, or deny how much you love the way he licks his lips once more, hand caressing his length through his pants. It only encourages you to finally step away from the window to make your way towards the bed, carefully and slowly crawling with your knees pressed to the sheets until he has a perfect view of what is between your thighs. 

You bend over, hand slipping between your legs with your head turning to glance at him over your shoulders, noticing him watching ever so intently as you stroke your folds back and forth. Your fingers find your clit, stroking small circles over your flesh to give him the show he has been so desperately looking for. Giving him the invitation to take what he wants, with your hips rocking against your hand as your fingers quicken in pace. Begging him without words to go to you and finish what you have started. 

The single flip of a light switch turning off breaks your concentration, stopping all motions to turn with fluttering lids and look into his window, only to see him no longer standing there. His apartment has gone pitch black. He has left.

And you know heis on his way over to you at that very moment. 

The urgent knocks against your door has your already racing heart skipping a beat. Your fingers tremble as you grab your robe, slowly securing it around your body while hesitant footsteps carry you to the sound.

His lips are on yours the second you pull the door open. Desperate hands reach for you, arms wrapping around your body to pull you in close and you can't deny him in the slightest. You have been waiting for the moment to feel his lips against yours, feel his body melting into your body, and feel his heart pounding in his chest as he backs you away from the door toward your bedroom. 

“So,” he says, pulling away as breathless as ever with his swollen lips nearly quivering, “it was all a game to you the entire time?” His realization is taking its toll on him, with everything clicking at once and his tone tells you he wants to be angry, if only he wasn't so eager to have you.

“I-” You try to explain, to say something, anything, but his lips meeting yours once again cuts off your words just as fast as you started. His grip is tight against your waist as he guides you farther into the room, sloppy kisses trailing from your mouth down to your jaw before settling against your neck. 

“You were fucking toying with me,” he growls, earning a grunt when your back finally comes in contact with the frigid surface of your bedroom window, “that whole time.” 

You whimper his name, but you have no excuse and no strength to argue with him even if you did. The way his hands lower from your waist to your thighs to hoist your body up against the window’s ledge has you trembling. The way his tongue teases your skin before his teeth nip at the sensitive flesh has the room spinning. And it only adds to the blissful torture when his hands harshly spread your legs, inviting himself between them to press his painfully hard cock against your bare center. 

“Since you enjoy games so much,” he begins, tugging at the flimsy string holding your robe closed, “why don't I fuck you right here where everyone can see? Right in front of this window… isn’t that what gets you off, baby?” The moment your robe falls open to uncover your body, his hands are on you. Palms caress your skin, cupping your breasts before his thumbs tease your erect, sensitive nipples with a simple brush of contact, rendering you speechless.

Not that it matters when he presses his mouth to yours, silencing any protests you never had in the first place before his tongue skims over the delicate flesh of your bottom lip. You invite him in a second later, feeling him massage your tongue ever so carefully in contrast to the way his hands so desperately begin to touch your body. His breaths are hot and heavy against your skin as he pushes the robe from your shoulders, once again exposed and vulnerable for him just like so many nights before, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

“Do it,  then,” you challenge him in a gasp after pulling away, eyes locking with his darkened expression to see the amount of lust filling him, “fuck me.”

And he takes the challenge, groaning at your words just before he grips the neck of his t-shirt to pull over his head, tossing it aside a second before he reaches for your hips to pull you from the ledge. In an instant you’re being turned around, ass toward him and your chest pressing to the cold glass window, a gasp filling the small space to leave a foggy remnant of your heavy breaths against its surface as his hands lower. 

Fingers skimmed over the soft skin of your ass as you push your hips out for him, inviting him with a whimper of his name to do as he wishes. Another groan slips from his lips just before a single hand dips between your thighs, fingertips brushing over the hot and sensitive folds to have you quivering against the window. 

“Do you know how many nights,” he begins, feeling his fingers circle your soaked entrance as he speaks, causing you to want nothing more than to push down onto the digits, “how many nights I watched you, thinking it was wrong yet not being able to stop myself?”

You whine his name, more breathless than ever before as you attempt to roll your hips against his hand, “please.” But a tight grip against your hip from his other hand keeps you standing in place, suffering the teasing of his fingers barely entering you before pulling away. 

“Do you know how many nights I had to go to bed thinking of you, touching myself while fantasizing of all the things I wanted to do to you?” The question has you quivering, knowing that’s exactly what you wanted when you first decided to give him your little show, knowing the teasing you would have to endure just the same was nothing less than deserved. 

His fingers soon trail from your entrance to slip higher over your slit, caressing over your folds against the sides of your throbbing, aching clit, but not daring to touch just yet. A breathless moan leaves your lips, wanting him to desperately to touch where you need it the most, but his motions remain the same as he teases your slick center after toying with your clit, wishing that any second you would feel him enter you, feeling him offer release against the ever so sensitive bud, or finally give you his cock above all else.

You are seconds away from pleading for what you need when his hand finally slips back to ease two fingers deep within you without warning, causing you to latch onto the window’s edge to brace yourself, feeling the digits begin to pump in and out of your tightening walls. He groans at feeling your arousal drip from your core to coat his fingers, loving how eager your body is for him, loving how your hips rock back against his hand and loving the noises you make just for him. 

But you need more, the teasing beforehand too much to bear as you attempt to ease your own hand between your thighs to relieve yourself of the ache, but he is quick to take a firm hold on your wrist as he reaches around with his free hand. Fingers continue to pump in and out of your walls at a slow pace just as he pins your wrist against the window, causing you to whimper his name again and again. You need release as you push your hips onto his fingers, gasping as the digits enter you deeper and causing you to clench as you pull away, only to repeat the process over and over. 

He seems to enjoy you fucking yourself against his fingers, only earning groans in response from behind filling deep in his chest at the sight of you slipping up and down, arousal dripping over his skin more and more the harder your press your hips to him. His grip on your wrist becomes a blissful sting of pain and pleasure as his fingers wrap tighter against your skin to keep you in place, the nails of your other hand clawing at the windowsill with nothing but whimpers and moans leaving your lips.

“Please...” So breathlessly you beg him, wanting to feel him inside of you, wanting him to rid your body of the tension, of the ache between your legs reaching out to every limb. 

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he orders, breath deep and raspy and strained against your ear, fingers pumping harshly in and out of you to earn every last whimper of his name that leaves your lips, “and I’ll give it to you.” 

“Please,” you gasp, overwhelmed with the sudden force of his hand between your legs and the pleasure that courses through your entire being, “I w-want to feel y-you. I want to feel you-your cock.”

He has no intention of protesting as he pulls his fingers from within you, and instead wraps an arm around your waist to quickly guide you to your bed that was just behind the both of you. Your back hits the softness of the mattress with a bounce, earning another whimper as you watch him push his sweatpants to the floor before he climbs between your legs to meet your body on the bed. 

Desperately his lips crash into yours, feeling his hardness press to your soaked slit, feeling his body mold into yours as he pushes his hips against you just to tease once again. You nibble against his bottom lip, tugging lightly with your teeth to hear a groan hit your ears in return and to feel his cock press against your center as you buck your hips to slip up and down his length. 

Suddenly, he grabs both of your wrists to pull your grip from his bare shoulders, instead pinning your arms above your head while flashing a wicked smirk across his lips. You want to whine, to beg and plead but the sight of him biting his bottom lip, eyes full of desire and lust as he peers down at you, leaves you so absolutely speechless, breathless even, that all you can do is lay beneath him trembling in anticipation. 

“Patience, baby,” he says, one hand still pinning both of your wrists above your head, the other taking a firm grip of his cock to ease the tip over your folds. Your legs threaten to clasp together as they twitch, if only his thighs beneath them didn’t have them spread so far as he leans in, pushing just the head of his cock against your dripping entrance to have you gasping his name. 

Then he pulls away, torturing you further as you wiggle your hips beneath him, begging without words for what you want most. He presses against you once more, pushing his cock into you slowly, taking his time to have you so worked up beyond belief, pleading with a whimper of his name. 

“You’re so wet, baby.” His deep chuckle against your skin only taunts you, mouth skimming over the flesh of your neck as your head lolls back, enduring every moment of teasing with the tip of his cock pushing against you only to pull away a moment later to leave you empty. “You’re dripping, just for me, baby.” He kisses your neck as you gulp down the words you don’t have the strength to release regardless, lips so soft and tender against your skin to drive you wild.

And when you can barely stand anymore, becoming a quivering mess beneath him, he finally enters you, slowly, gently, pushing his hips against your body and thrusting his cock deep within your tightening walls, earning a gasp with your eyes shutting tight and your mouth falling open. 

“Oh my G-god.” You can barely speak, barely form words or even think as he fills you up, only to call out his name once again when he pulls out, pulls away and with a twitch of his hips he thrusts back into you all over again. 

“Harder,” you instruct him, so breathless once again, “faster.” Your voice grows too hoarse to speak, but he listens to your words. He listens to your body, the way you tighten around his length when he enters you. The way you moan and curse and huff anytime he thrusts just right to have your legs drawing up to his sides, still trembling, shaking, nearly giving out because the pleasure, the pressure from his hips, becomes too much to bear. 

Thoughts of getting caught, of fucking with curtains drawn knowing anyone could see if they looked hard enough, leaves both of your minds. Neither of you care when you are so wrapped up in one another. With you loving the way he loses control and with him loving every moment of feeling your body react to him. 

Your release approaches quickly, back arching from the bed, nails digging into the palms of your hands still pinned to the sheets, legs wrapped tight around his waist, taking every long, deep thrust of his cock within you until a final gasp spilled from your lips as the pleasure coursed through you.

He abruptly releases your hands, allowing you to grab on tight to his shoulders, nails clawing skin as he takes hold of your hips, keeping you in place while ruthlessly thrusting in and out through your bliss that swelled from your center to every inch of your body. His fingers press harder, drawing out every breathless moan, every strained whimper, every gasp of his name until your body grows too limp, too weak, with limbs slacking at your sides.

But he is far from done, slowing his hips to hit deep within your walls with aggressive thrusts, bringing his own peak closer and closer as you whine from the overwhelming sensation, too sensitive, too far gone to handle much more, shuddering with every push of his cock within you. Your mind grows numb, the sounds of his groans drowning out around you until he suddenly pulls away.

You watch through fluttering lids as he grips himself in his hand, pumping his length a few times before releasing over you, strings of white coating the flesh of your stomach as he bites his lip, heavy breaths filling the room seconds before his body slumps beside you. 

A few moments of catching your breaths, collecting yourselves, and gathering strength leads him to ease off your bed, reaching for his sweatpants to cover himself before making his way to your bathroom, only to return with a towel to rid you of any mess. You can’t help but to giggle tiredly as he takes care of you, bliss still filling you up even though the pleasure is over. 

“So,” you begin, leaning up as he tosses the towel to the side, “are you really upset with me?” You bat your lashes as you recall his anger within his lust when he first entered your apartment, earning a chuckle from him before he turn to grab your discarded robe from the floor, but not before he tugs on the chain at your window, pulling the curtains to a close. You cock your head to the side, questioning his silence while sporting a curious expression, raising your arms as he covers your body before tying the knot to keep the silk material secure around you.

“I wanted to be,” he finally answers with an exhale, “but I have to say, it was well played.” A smirk appears over his lips a second later, causing you to giggle once again before he leans down to press his lips to your forehead.

“You can’t deny the end result was better than expected.” You shrug carelessly, noticing him lick his lips as he pulls you from the bed with a palm against yours. Eyes scan up and down your body, as if he was in thought over the remark even though the grin he flashed is more than convincing.

“I can’t deny that at all,” he tells you honestly. “But next time…”

“Hm?” You perk up as his words fade, curiosity filling you once again.

“Next time,” he sighs, placing his thumb beneath your chin to cause you to look into his eyes, “I want you to ride me, just like you liked to tease me while riding that pillow.”

Words couldn’t describe the amount of embarrassment that floods you, becoming flustered as you look away, grinning, knowing he hasn’t forgotten the very thing that brought him over in the first place.

“Who said there would be a next time?” you tease, finally meeting his gaze to notice his smirk disappear in an instant. Then he leans in, pressing his lips ever so softly to yours to have you melting right where you stand, careful hands holding your body close to his to feel his warmth. 

And when he pulls away, a hint of his grin returns when he finally answers with a simple, “I did.”

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BTS reactions: confession during the battle of Hogwarts

warning: kind of bad ending for Jimin (sorry) no nsfw but kissing. suicidal thoughts (it's one line don't worry), magical violence and one(1) mention of blood.

(also my native language isn't English so I got no idea where to put commas)

fluff/angst

word count: a fucking load

SEOKJIN

You had to go with everyone being evacuated. You knew you did, no matter how much it broke your heart. That damned accident had taken everything from you, your ability to walk properly, your quidditch career, and now you couldn't even fight for the school you loved, the only place you ever called home. As you're walking out the great hall he's all you can think of. You hadn't seen Seokjin since you left the room of requirement. Somewhere in the hurdles of people you'd lost him and now you were starting to worry you might not see him again before it all begins, before you're out of here to safety and he's still in here fighting for the life of the school without being able to say goodbye. All you see is people running around, panicking looking for their friends like you. Seokjin was part of your friend group, although you always felt something more for him he always saw you as a friend. Right now that didn't matter. All that was important that you could see him at least one last time, whether or not he felt the same for you was irrelevant. You're almost at the entrance to the tunnel now, just mere minutes and it's too late. Right when the front of the line starts entering you see the back of his head. You would recognise those shoulders anywhere. He's standing at the other end of the hallway and he's far away, too far away. "JIN" ,you yell and you start running towards him. "JIN" , now he turns his head. After a fraction of a second he sees you and starts running too. You push people aside as you go as quick as your bad leg permits you. He's much faster than you and when he get's to you he takes you in his arms, almost lifts you off the ground and catches you in a passionate kiss. Many times you had imagined what this moment would be like, him finally kissing you. None of it compared to what you felt right now. The whole world disappeared, all that was left were his arms around your waist and the feeling of his breath on your cheek. When you break away from each other he starts rambling. A stream of words about how he thought you'd left already and how he'd been worried sick that he would never see you again spilled out of his mouth, meanwhile he had not yet let you go. He'd be an idiot to ever do that again. "I have to go", you told him, but as you looked around you saw your chance had passed. The group of students being evacuated was gone. They'd all passed through the tunnel and you were left behind. "I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, I promise", Seokjin said as he took you by the hand, leading you to a safe space. His 7 years of messing around at night and with Filch had made him an expert when it came to secret rooms and passageways.

YOONGI

You panicked as you ran into the Great hall, looking around for your friend. You knew all your other friends were safe. You'd been together the whole time but in the chaos of the battle you had lost Yoongi somewhere. Now you could barely bring yourself to look at the bodies lined up along the wall. What if he was one of them? What if the boy you loved was one of the bloody remains robbed of their chance to even graduate? What if he was one of the poor children who's last moments were shrouded in darkness and fear? He would be taken from you before you ever had the chance to find out if he felt the same for you. Reluctantly you looked at all the faces, professor Lupin, his wife, the young boy with the camera and, oh God, Fred Weasley. This damned war was destroying everything. So many innocent faces you'd seen striding the hallways happily not even a year ago. Dread settled in your stomach as you couldn't spot Yoongi among any of the living in the room. You could barely breathe as you started walking quicker. Then, finally, you spotted him sitting on a bench on the other side of the hall. Now you were actually crying. When you've nearly reached him you call his name through tear stained lips and almost jump in his arms when stands up. You hug each other tighter than you ever have. He pulls you impossibly close while you sob into his shirt. When you look up at him, he kisses you just as hard. Everything you've ever dreamed of in the sickest of circumstances. "I love you", he whispers into your mouth. You tear away and sit down on the bench together. All you can do is sit in silence and hold each other while you try to process the horror of what has happened. "we're all too young, none of us will ever recover", you say after a few minutes. The only response he can give is to pull you closer.

HOSEOK

You're standing together on the bridge between debris and dust. Watery sunshine graces your faces. It seems like it's the first time you've felt it in months. "I always believed in him, from the very beginning. When things started getting bad I never doubted for a second that Harry would do the right thing and save us". You tore your eyes away from the view and looked at Hoseok: "Of course you did. You always believe in a good ending", you said. "do you think he'll ever recover from this?", you add. "of course not, I'm not that optimistic". You sigh: "I'm going inside. I need to find some way to contact my mother". "wait". Hoseok turns to you and takes your hands: "This whole battle has made me realise something", he waits for just a second, as if trying to gather his words. "I care about you more than I thought. All I could think about this whole time was you. Wondering if you we're okay and making myself sick with scenarios where you don't make it. I'm in love with you Y/N". Even amidst all this misery and mourning you manage to feel a kind of joy you haven't felt since the ministry started coming after people like you, muggle-borns. "I love you", you say with a smile before kissing him softly on his dusty lips. He wraps his arms around your waist and breathes a sigh of relief: "good, I was worried you'd push me on the ground again for ruining our friendship". You manage a little giggle: "that was one time, let it go". "never!"

NAMJOON

You're running through the hallways, or at least what's left of them. Left and right people are dueling. The hallways are lit up by colourful spells and stones whizzle around your ears. You have to find him. You love your friend and love is even word too soft for what you feel for him, but your clumsy friend should not be trusted to be alone in a battle like this. You take a second to look around. A death eater lunges for you but you manage to paralyse him right before he gets to you. "see, I told you those reflexes wouldn't only be useful in Quidditch". You look around and see Oliver Wood who just landed a stone on Rookwood's head. "Oliver, where is Namjoon!", you yell. "I saw him leave through the big doors? he's after yaxley". You bolt for the doors. You manage to dodge an expelliarmus curse and jump out the door. Once outside you're overtaken by horror. The familiar feeling of cold and inexpressible dread fill your entire body, worse than you've ever felt it before. Dozens, no hundreds of dementors are eerily floating over the near frozen grass, but they have no eye for you. they're all going for the Namjoon. He's hunched over and sitting on the ground. No matter how hard he had tried he had never been able to cast a Patronus, but neither had you. Now was the moment. You had to. You had to save the boy who had struck up a conversation on the Hogwarts express at the beginning of your second year because he knew you were new and had no friends, the boy you were in love with since he took you to the yule ball and danced with you all night. You thought of that night and said: "expecto patronum". nothing happend. You saw how a dementor held Namjoon's almost limp body by his face. "come on!", you begged yourself in tears. As you gripped your wand tighter you tried to repress every bad memory with images of Namjoon. slowly but surely your mind was taken over by warm memories of the boy who introduced you to all your dear friends. "EXPECTO PATRONUM" you yell now. The entire field is engulfed in a white light. A beautiful swan cleaved the darkness like it was nothing. The hundreds of dementors hissed with the ugliest sound you'd ever heard and disappeared. You ran over the grass and kneeled next to him. "why are you out here all alone, you absolute imbecile!" "well good day to you too", he said as he pulled in his arms on the ground. "I love you", you said while he rolled you over with your back on the wet grass. "about time you said that", he chuckled before kissing you like a man starved.

JIMIN

you're both hidden behind the remains of column on the courtyard. A couple of meters from you is Fenrir Greyback and two other werewolves. You can almost smell the stench from their doglike bodies. Your only chance of escape is the whole blown in the wall to your left. "they're faster than us we can't run, especially not with your wounded leg Jimin!" you whisper yell. "Okay, I'll distract them and you run." "Are you crazy! you'll never get away from them alive!" "you don't know that", he says confidently. "Jimin you can't do this, it's a suicide mission". "what else are we going to do?", he asks sternly. You remain silent. He's right there's no way out. You've lost your wand and he can't run fast. "Y/N, you've saved my life so many times. These past years there have been so many days where I was ready to end it all and all that kept me from jumping of the astronomy tower was you. Everyday you save my life by just smiling at me. Y/N I feel the warmth of the sun again when you talk to me". Tears well up in your eyes ass you grab his face and kiss him. He holds you close and whispers in your ear: "let me do this one thing for you. let me pay you back once. I'm a good fighter, I promise I'll get out of here". Hopelessly you nod at your life long friend: "I love you", you whisper. He gives you one last kiss before he jumps over the column with a war cry filled with fear and love for the girl with the eyes that hold the universe. You run. The least you could do was making sure Jimin didn't make this sacrifice for nothing, so you run like you've never ran before. You look back a split second and see Jimin cast a Bombarda spell stronger than you've ever seen. You run through the hallways until your lungs burn. you find the secret room you and your friends found years ago and slide down against the wall. You sob until you no longer feel like a person.

TAEHYUNG

"Taehyung you can't be serious! are you really not going to stay?" "no of course not, what's the point?" "how can you say that!", you yelled: "the point is to protect our school! More than that, it's to protect the whole wizarding world! Tae if we lose this war Voldemort wins and muggles will never have a good life again. Mudbloods like you and me will be killed or imprisoned! How can you just give up like that". He stayed quiet for a moment: "there's no point. This war can be fought by other people. There's no need to lose our lives". You, now seething with anger, scoff: "Kim Taehyung if you walk away now I will never talk to you again!" "fine!" he spits while turning his back. "you're a coward Taehyung!", you yell with tears in your eyes as you see him disappear around the corner. An hour later you're dueling Crabbe senior in the hallway by the main entrance. There's no time to shed tears over the friend you were hopelessly in love with. He wasn't who you thought he was. You shot spells out of your wand faster than you've ever done but the big man dodges them all. He's much more skilled than you and you both know it. By now you've realised your only way out is finding a way to escape, but it looks like that's not going to happen. You see in his eyes that he will kill you if he get's the chance. You're out of breath, your arms hurt and you know you can't keep up much longer. Then it happens. Crabbe hits your side with a well-aimed spell you don't even know and you feel an excruciating pain in your side and after that warm blood seeping down your waist. You drop your wand and fall to the floor. This is the end, you know it. There's no one in this hallway. You look at the sky one last time and let the tears flow because you will die with as sole company, your murderer. "STUPIFY!" you hear a familiar voice scream. the hallway bathes in a red light and when you look up Taehyung comes running at you from the end of the hallway. Crabbe lands on the floor next to you, completely paralysed. Taehung slides next to you on his knees and takes you in his arms. He strokes the hair out of your face and sobs "I'm so sorry Y/N". "You came back!", you sigh in relief as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. "I'm so sorry I left, I should have been here to protect you". You feel the wet of his tears against your neck and chuckle through your own tears: "yes you should have, but you're lucky you came back on time. He would've killed me I saw it in the way he moved". He let's you go just enough to look at you: "I love you so much Y/N. I'm never leaving again. "good", you whisper and kiss him like you've wanted to for so long.

JUNGKOOK

You and Jungkook stand back to back in the corridor underneath the divination classroom. You're being attacked by two masked death eaters from both sides. You're losing your battles but you can't give up because above your heads in the classroom you've hidden a bunch of left-behind first years. If you don't survive this those children are left to fend for themselves and you can't let that happen. So you fire another spell at your opponent and almost manage to throw her off her feet. Behind you, you hear Jungkook laugh: "I've never felt so alive Y/N" and then a hoarse voice answering: "I'll put an end to that soon" followed by another curse hurled at Jungkook. You burst the mask of your deatheater's face and see fire in her eyes. In that small moment of fear she's to fast for you and as she disarms you she cackles a hollow laughter. "JUNGKOOK, HELP!", you yell helpless without your wand. The genuine fear in the voice of the girl he's been secretly in love with for years gives Jungkook the adrenaline he needs to finish this. with a simple Wingardium Leviosa he lifts up his opponent and slams him through the window out of the castle. With the speed of light he turns around and does the same to the woman standing opposite of you. Both of you stand a moment in silence as you try to process what happened. You turn to look at each other and that look in his eyes tells you everything you've wanted to hear for the past 4 years. You throw yourselves in the other's arms and almost fall to the ground with the power of the kiss that follows. When you tear apart for air the adrenaline wears off and the both of you start crying. "I love you Jungkook", you say with his face in your hands. All he does is kiss you again.

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[yakuly]

Amortentia | J.JK²

Jeon Jungkook grifinório! x leitora sonserina.

Palavras: 1.767

Sinopse: Em teoria, um grifinório e uma sonserina não poderiam acontecer, mas desde o primeiro dia em que chegaram no castelo, Jean não tira seus olhos de uma sonserina. Mas o moreno logo descobrirá que cobras são mestres em se esgueirar para longe dos holofotes.

Avisos: Nenhum, acredito eu.

J.JK¹ | J.JK² | J.JK³

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     "Senhorita S/s, como minha melhor aluna, quero que seja tutora desse... rapaz."

    A voz de Snape ecoou em sua cabeça, como se tivesse em um túnel do terror. Boquiaberta, literalmente, o olhar da garota vagava da figura obscura a sua frente, para o moreno ainda sentado. Jeon da um sorrisinho de criança, erguendo as sobrancelhas e ainda teve a audácia de a dar um tchauzinho. Tudo bem, isso vai ser difícil de ignorar.

  "Professor, o senhor acha que o rapaz em questão, precisa de aulas a mais?" Ela ousa perguntar, tentando se livrar da nova posição, claramente desconfortável. Snape rola os olhos, claramente querendo se livrar do grifinório, a levando a acreditar que Jungkook provavelmente estava ali a um tempo considerável.

    "O que eu acho não é importante, o importante é que a senhorita o tutore, para que ele saia imediatamente da minha sala, senhorita S/S." É, Jungkook realmente estava ali a um bom tempo.

  "Tudo bem, eu concordo," a mais nova começa, e ambas as feições se iluminam (a de snape o máximo que se podia), então ela imendou com pressa: "mas apenas com uma condição."

   "O. que. Senhorita?"

  "Pra cada ponto que Jeon conseguir em sua aula, quero dois para a sonserina." Apesar do tom firme, o seu interior tremia, aflita com a resposta. Mas tudo o que recebeu foi um aceno de cabeça. "você" aproveitando que snape tinha se virado para longe, ela aponta para seu novo pesadelo, que estava claramente aturdido com a virada de eventos "começamos amanhã, depois da aula do professor Snape."

...

    Quando saiu daquela sala, caminhou rápido o suficiente para fugir de Jeon, mas não rápida suficiente pra perder o professor gritando com o moreno, e o ver tropeçando porta a fora. Pelo menos paga uma pequena parte do que seja lá que ele esteja planejando...

  Ao chegar nas masmorras, felizmente encontrou Park Jimin passando para algum lugar. A parte feliz desse encontro é que o agora loiro, fazia parte do ciclo de amigos de Jeon.

  "Park!" O rapaz se vira para você, abrindo um meio sorriso, e esperando que você contornasse as poltronas até ele. "Será que você consegue me explicar o que seu amigo está planejando?"

"Hum..." Park faz um som de 'tsk' com a boca, fingindo que estava pensando no pedido da garota "Não, acho que não."

"O quê? Por quê?" Seu desespero era adorável para ele, e talvez rir não foi a ação mais inteligente de Jimin da hora. Por isso ele recebeu um soco leve, mas bem merecido no ombro.

"Ow! Eu quis dizer que não, eu não consigo te explicar o que Jeon planejou, por que não faço a menor ideia do que esteja falando."

"E como sabe que tô falando do Jungkook?" A garota tenta o encurralar, mas dessa vez, não pode ficar revoltada com a risada do loiro. Então o deixou ir, e foi para seu quarto tentar dormir.

   Mas não tinha como escapar o novo dia que chegou, e até fingir uma febre foi considerado, mas a ideia de ter que tomar algum remédio doido na infermaria, não valeria a pena. Então tudo o que pôde fazer, era vestir seu uniforme, tomar café da manhã e encarar as aulas, esperando pelo pior.

   E por incrível que pareça, Jeon estava incrivelmente quieto. Um alívio bem vindo, claro, se não sentisse um arrepio estranho em sua espinha. Nada que viesse do rapaz, poderia ser algo bom.

   Quando a aula de Snape, que por algum acaso era a última do dia, acabou , Jeon a esperava do lado de fora da sala. Quando saiu o encarou por alguns minutos, esperando alguma piadinha ou comentário engraçadinho, mas nada. Tudo o que viu, era um rosto perfeito, em um corpo perfeito, usando seu brasão rival. As meninas que passavam cochichavam, e riam, não tão discretas, o que claramente e obviamente a irritou. Sem dizer uma palavra, Sn começou seu caminho até a biblioteca.

   "O quê? Ei!" a voz surpresa do rapaz, soou às costas da garota, que apertou o passo, o fazendo copiar o ato. "Cobrinha, onde você vai? Não tá esquecendo de nada?" Por mais que o plano da sonserina fosse seguir seu caminho sem muita dificuldade, o ter gritando em suas costas, e falando como se fossem amigos a fez parar de andar, e se virou pra ele, que caminhava rápido e quase caiu por cima do corpo menor.

"Vamos pra biblioteca Jeon, não vou te tutorar no meio do corredor."

   Quando ouviu aquilo, Jungkook se sentiu um idiota, mas tinha alguma coisa no modo como você o chamava pelo sobrenome, que o fazia cócegas por dentro. Então ele a seguiu, como um cachorrinho abandonado. Mas claro, que não em silêncio, ele comentava do clima, das aulas do dia, de alguma piada que Seokjin tinha feito (esquecendo completamente que a garota apenas o conhecia como um monitor qualquer da Grifinória, e não como um dos melhores amigos e mais engraçados que se poderia ter). E tudo o que a menor fazia, era caminhar em silêncio à sua frente, querendo mais que tudo que a situação acabasse tão rápido, estranho e surpreendentemente quanto começou.

   Na grande biblioteca, a garota seguiu diretamente para uma das mesas de estudo ao fundo e escondida de todos. Mas enquanto caminhavam biblioteca adentro, passaram por diversas mesas vazias, que Jeon começava a se perguntar se ela estaria o levando para uma sala super secreta, e o trancaria lá para sempre.

  Mas para seu alívio, a menor parou em uma mesa que a agradou, mas o rapaz não deixou de notar sua localização: fundo do biblioteca, as luzes das velas que iluminavam o local eram as mais fracas, e os dois definitivamente seriam escondidos pelo grande e pesado livreiro, repleto de livros grandes e pesados.

   Deixando sua bolsa na cadeira, S/n o ordenou que se sentasse (e se surpreendeu quando ele de fato fez, a olhando com grandes olhos de bambi).

  A última coisa que Jungkook viu, foi a figura feminina se esgueirardo pelos corredores da biblioteca, recolhendo livros e mais livros. O rapaz ficou observando seu vulto branco e verde andando de um lado para o outro, e começou a se perguntar como poderia se aproximar mais da garota. Veja bem, ele tinha um plano, só não pensou muito sobre ele.

  Quando finalmente se deu por satisfeita, S/n voltou para a mesa, colocando os mesmos na frente do rapaz. Por Serem pesados e velhos, quando encontraram a mesa de madeira, uma leve poeira subiu ao ar, dando um tom mais dramático para o ato.

  Os olhos já grandes de Jungkook crescem ainda mais, se levantando para a olhar por cima das capas duras. "O que espera que eu faça com isso?" Ele balbucia para a garota, que sorri 'docemente':

    "Leia."

  "Hã? Você quer que eu leia tudo isso?" O tom exasperado do moreno, a fez sorrir internamente com aquilo, mas não demonstrou "Eu achei que fosse me tutorar..."

"E eu que você fosse tão inteligente como eu, mas parece que ambos estavam errados." se sentando na cadeira a frente de Jeon, pega seus materiais para fazer seu dever, e estudar o que precisa.

"Cobrinha, não foi isso que eu pensei..." Jungkook começou a reclamar mais uma vez, usando uma voz manhosa e balbuciando, coisa que a surpreendeu, já que nunca o ouviu falar desse jeito. Mas não deixou a abalar, e apenas abriu o livro, começando com seu serviço.

"Eu também não imaginava que você seria tão chorão assim, Jeon. Pois se quiser me ter como tutora, sente-se e leia, caso contrário, desista e avise ao professor Snape."

  Foi tudo o que ela disse, cutucando o ego, e lado competitivo de Jeon, com uma ousadia digno de um sonserino. Mas além de ser quem é, Jungkook também possui o melhor e o pior dos grifinórios, e não desistiria tão fácil. Portanto apesar de contrariado, o moreno bufou,  se sentando e finalmente abrindo o livro começando a ler em silêncio.

...

    Durante a primeira semana, enquanto andavam para a biblioteca, Jungkook ainda proclamava notícias, e reclamava todo dia, quando ela surgia com o que pareciam ser ainda mais livros Mas durante as aulas, ele pareceu esquecer do combinado, por tanto, cada ponto que ele acertava por provocação, a sonserina acumulavam mais dois "Magicamente".

   "Isso não faz sentido!" Um Grifinório gruniu uma vez, olhando para a pontuação das casas. A sonserina largava com dois pontos a mais que a casa leonina. O grupo de Jungkook, que passava para poder ir ao refeitório, parou para ver qual a comoção. "Ela parece que nem fala mais nada, como eles podem estar na frente?!"

   Coincidentemente Sn passava pelo mesmo caminho para também almoçar no refeitório junto à seu pequeno grupo de amigas sonserinas, ela escuta toda a comoção, e não pôde esconder o sorriso vitorioso para os rapazes

   Jeon observou enquanto passava por eles, com seu orgulho ferido por ter caído na sua armadilha, mas ao mesmo tempo, maravilhado por sua ideia brilhante e sua reação. Ele estava louco pra conseguir mais daquilo.

   Mas surpreendentemente na semana seguinte, o rapaz se calou. Sem mais citações de seus amigos, sem reclamações, e até ele mesmo começou a se levantar e buscar os livros par ler e fazer anotações. Uma incrível evolução, na opinião de S/n, afinal esse poderia ser um sinal que sua tortura estaria chegando ao fim.

   Logo, ele passou a ser uma presença tolerável. O silêncio, cheiro de livros (e talvez o leve aroma de menta que emanava do moreno) e bebidas quentes, e o barulho calmante de penas sob o pergaminho Parecia o paraíso. Mas estava tudo muito bom pra ser verdade.

  Na próxima aula de poções, Snape anunciou que deveriam se aproximar de sua mesa, pois a poção que iriam aprender tinha um truque. Ao ouvir aquilo, uma ideia do que poderia ser surgiu a mente de S/n, mas gostaria muito que não fosse, mas não teve jeito, "Amortentia" era a poção da vez, então se aproximou da bancada, e infelizmente sentiu Jeon braço a braço, com ela.

  Conforme o professor explicava e fazia a poção, você anotava, e tentava nao focar no fato de que o perfume de Jungkook estava ficando cada vez mais forte.

Quando acabou, Snape deu um passo para trás, olhando a sala com a mesma feição impassível de sempre "Muito bem, alguém se voluntaria para sentir o cheiro e dizer o que sente?" todos se entreolharam, até Jimin levantar a voz, e alguns suspiros do seu lado serem escutados. Coitadas...

"Professor, acho que seria interessante pra sala se Jungkook e Sn cheirassem"

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[your-local-bookworm]

I know it's ridiculous, unnecessary, trouble some and everything but...

By the way, this is just people giving their opinion so whatever the result, It doesn't mean any hate towards any of the bands

WE LOVE BOTH OF THEM.

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[kanmom51]

JM IG 27.5.2023 7:27 pm 19:27 KST

I love JM was at the Harry Potter studios for a tour.

The man loves Harry Potter.

cr./To the creator of the clip.

I kind of hoped he would be able to visit Universal studios when they were in LA, but I guess this is almost just as good.

Blasphemy, mixing Disney with Harry Potter and Warner Bros, lol.

Although Jack Skellington... as if a certain J(S)K was with him there in spirit, or more like in photo editing...

I love that he got to do this and that he enjoyed himself so much.

Also, talk about lucky. His tour guide a long time army.

See here her sharing her story:

And one of the visitors at the studios that saw JM when he was there.

Ooh, and we finally got confirmation for JM the Slytherine.

Oh, and numbers too, cause why not?

Date: 27.5.23

2+7=9

5+2+3=10

1/9

Time:

19:27

1+7=8

2+9=11

8/11

#Jimin #JM #JM Harry Potter #JM Slytherine #Instagram

[miniemalism]

Ravenclaw: "This is the house where the cleverest witches and wizards live."

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[i-am-baechu]

♡ Summary: Yoongi was always known as the bad boy even after graduation. It was annoying but Y/N didn’t care because she saw him as her loveable boyfriend, wait no...fiancé. 

♡ Paring: Established relationship; Pureblood Slytherin! Yoongi x Muggle Born Ravenclaw! Reader

♡ Rating: Explicit (18+) 

♡ Genre: Established relationship, Harry Potter Au, smut, little angst and fluff

♡ Based on the one-shot; Eyes On Me

“Yoongi, why did you let them get to you?”

“Y/N, I wasn’t going to let them talk shit about you.”

The couple walked down Diagon Alley in a hurry. Y/N just wanted some ice cream after their date and Yoongi would never say no to her. What they didn’t know was that one of the purebloods from school was working there and he proceeded to make fun of Y/N. Y/N, didn’t care. She was used to this behavior, Yoongi on the other hand wasn’t. It’s been five years and you would think Yoongi would’ve lost the bad boy image. He dyed his hair blonde to make him look softer but the earrings in his ear still scared people off (also the glare that was almost always on his face, didn’ help). Hoseok and Namjoon made fun of him because of his hair but they understood why he did it. He wanted to look softer for Y/N.

Yoongi grabbed her hand and they apparate to their home. Yoongi tossed his leather jacket onto the couch and headed into the kitchen while Y/N watched him with worried eyes. He opened the fridge and he felt arms around his waist, letting out the deep breath that he didn’t know he was holding in. He placed his hand on top of hers as he continued to stare into the fridge with a blank expression, “Yoongi, I don’t want you to fight people because of me...you can get hurt.” 

“People can’t talk shit about my fiancé.”

“Fiancé!?” 

He curses under his breath and he gently removes her arms to turn to face her.  He rubbed the back of his neck as he felt his face get warm, “Fuck, I didn’t want it like this...”

“Yoongi?”

He sighed and went down on one knee as she watched with wide eyes. He pulled out a velvet box and opened it to reveal a beautiful ring. It was a medium size pearl with diamonds around it, they were so clear that it made her think of mountain water. She glanced at the ring and then at Yoongi who was looking at her with a red face, “I-I’ve been in love with you since I saw you in the bookstore...since I was eleven, fuck that’s crazy to think. The moment I saw you, everything kind of made sense? I loved you for so long that it’s crazy. You’re the only woman for me and I couldn’t imagine my life without you...Y/N will you marry me?” 

Her eyes widened at the question but it quickly softened, “Can Jungkook be my maid of honor?” 

He let out a chuckle as he watched a tear escape her eye, “Yes...Jimin can also be up there with you.” 

“I want Jin to be there too...”

“You want that idiot there.” 

“Don’t call him that, he's one of my best friends.” 

“Baby, he’s still an idiot. So...does that mean you will marry me?” 

She let out a small laugh and put her hand out, “I would love to be your wife, Min Yoongi.” 

Yoongi clumsily took the ring out of the box and placed it on her finger. He picked her up and spun her around the small kitchen as her giggles filled the room. When they stopped, Y/N gently cupped his face as their foreheads rested on each other. The only thing they could see was pure joy. She leaned up giving him a quick kiss but that’s not what he wanted. He gently swept her off her feet and her back gently came into contact with the wall. Yoongi’s lips quickly found hers. Y/N’s eyes widened at the sudden action but they slowly closed, relishing in the kiss. He wrapped her legs around his waist, in fear that she would fall. He wouldn’t want his girl-fiance get hurt. 

His hands traveled up thighs and then to her ass. His eyes widened and snickered against her lips, “No underwear?”

“I-It would’ve shown...I-I wanted to look nice.”

“My fiancé always looks nice.” The moment Yoongi’s fingertips touched her folds, she jumped. Even though they’ve been together for about six years, she’s never used to having sex. He was her first love and well, first for everything. As cliche as it is, he was her everything. 

“My fiancé, fuck.” Yoongi grinned as he started to trail his kisses along her neck. He loved this part because she would make the most beautiful nosies. It was truly music to his ears. His fingers started to play with her folds and her head fell forward into his shoulder, “Yo-Yoongi.” 

Yoongi groaned at the sound of his name and grinded his hips against her bare pussy as he held her up, “You're the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.” 

“Y-Your my ever-everything.” 

He shifted her body onto his left arm as he reached for his zipper. She leaned forward and placed small kisses along his neck as he awkwardly took his dick out. He let out a small laugh making her tilt her head, “What?” 

“This just reminds me of when we first had sex...it was filled with so much tension but fuck was it awkward.” 

She slapped his shoulder as he let out a small laugh, “It was my first time...it was perfect.”

He smiled at this and leaned forward placing his lips on hers, “Perfect doesn’t do it justice. You were so cute, so shy but once you got used to it, you became a vixen.”

“Yay! Shut up!” 

Yoongi slapped his dick against her pussy, making her jump a bit. He let out a deep chuckle and kissed her cheek. He grabbed her ass and he started to hump her, his tip hitting her clit almost every time, “My little vixen.” 

“D-Don’t call me-” She was cut off with a loud moan when she felt her fiance slipped in. She pulled her hips back slowly and pushed back in slowly, wanting to feel him (it was a special moment). Yoongi thrusted up and her face was buried into his shoulder, biting down harshly. 

“Just like that ~.” 

He started to go faster, dragging her pussy up his cock and slamming her back down as hard as he could manage in the position. She moaned into his pale skin as her nails drugged into his back. Yoongi noticed that the position was awkward and he didn’t want her to get hurt from it, so, without removing himself; he moved towards the couch. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as they sat down on the dark green couch. Yoongi situated her on his thighs and he lifted up her dress skirt. He licked his lips when he saw his cock disappearing just below the mounds of flesh, “You’re so pretty.” 

He kneaded her ass cheeks before spreading them to see her puckered asshole and she moaned at the feeling, “Mine.” 

He grabbed her waist and started thrust slowly, his falling shut as he held her close to. He thrusted slow and deep a few times before his hands shoved down the front of her dress, ripping it. He groped her tits and moaned slowly into her ear, “I love you.”

“I-I love you more.”

“Impossible.” 

He kissed and sucked her neck as she leaned into the touch. Her fingers found his hair as she gripped it. She turned her head and brought him into a sloppy kiss. He moaned into the kiss and his fingers snuck around finding her clit and started rubbing it. She moaned against his lips but didn’t move away from him. One more rubbed and she moved away from his lips to let out a loud moan, “Yo-Yoongi!” 

“That’s it baby, let it all out.” 

He let her fall back into her chest and he started going faster when he felt close, “Holy shit~.” 

It didn’t take long before Yoongi cummed hard, and gently bit her neck when he released. Yoongi hugged her tighter and they sat there before kissing her shoulder, “I love you.”

“I can’t believe you ripped my dress.”

He rolled his eyes and gently slapped her thigh, “I’ll buy you another one.” 

“Are you going to take me to the bedroom?”

“Is that what you want?” 

“I mean it's only eight...I have all night.”

“Fuck lets go.”

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[bts-trans]

230527 Jimin’s Instagram Post

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[phantomstatistician]

*CONTENT WARNING*

Tag: Rape/Non-Con

Sample Size: 17,851 stories

Source: AO3

Note: The #1 and #2 ships are actually Female OC x Male OC (3,038 stories) and Male OC x Male OC (2,820 stories)

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[writerpetals]

gratified | 🔞

; optional male lead smut |  ☁️

Feeling him grow hard between your thighs causes the heat to build from the pit of your stomach before it floods every inch of you. The way he desperately grips your hips in an attempt to receive more only fuels the desire to tease him further. He’s cute and whiny when he’s worked up, feeling his hard cock pressing to the silk of your thin panties to drive you wild with desire.

“Please, baby,” he groans, voice deep and strained against your ears. His head falls back against the couch where you are currently straddling him, knees on each side with the two of you only in your underwear. What started as nothing more than a heated make-out session quickly turned into you teasing him in nothing but panties, and he groans beneath you, so eager to come it becomes arousing all on its own.

“You’re cute when you beg,” you tease him, lowering yourself to his lips to taste the desperation on his skin. He cranes his neck to get more of you, chasing your mouth as you pull away with a giggle and continue rocking yourself against his throbbing cock. He strains against his boxer-briefs, pulling the fabric so tight against his skin it begins to hurt, but you have no mercy on the boy as he whines beneath you.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he chokes on the words as he speaks. You can’t deny the fact, loving to watch his eyes roll as he bites down on his bottom lip. It’s a sinful sight to behold and one that drives you to draw out the moment for as long as you can. His muscles tense and tighten beneath you, every inch of his stomach contracting against your fingertips resting over him. “Just sit on my cock already, baby.”

You ignore every desperate plea, continuing to grind yourself against him just to watch him suffer. Though suffering and begging quickly turns into groaning and jerking his hips beneath you. He’s too worked up at this point, taking notice the moment his teeth sink into his bottom lip and his brow wrinkles. The bliss begins to overtake the need as the silk of your panties coated with your own arousal slipping against his painfully hard cock finally starts to suffice.

Though you take time to pause for a moment, easing yourself off of him to grip four fingers into the band of his boxers. Surprised, he watches carefully as his cock springs free, brushing your fingertips along his length to earn a hiss from the motion before you’re settling against him once again. Now the silk eases over his flesh to have him groaning, yearning for more once you begin to ride him again.

“Go faster, baby,” he groans with a hiss. A request that is so easy to comply with. You can’t help but to follow the words, riding his cock fast enough to please him. It only helps when his arousal, so thick and hard and twitching for release, presses tight against your clit, suddenly becoming just as worked up as him as your hips move quicker.

Warmth rushes from between your thighs to reach the rest of your body, toes curling while pressing harder against his cock. Your aching clit works against the tip of his length, becoming lost in your own pleasure with the desire to tease him no longer your main priority. You never knew how good it would feel to grind against him, even with panties on, with your juices beginning to drip from your core to soak through your panties and dampen his flesh.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, words nearly choked and caught in his throat, but he can’t help but to compliment you when it feels so damn good to have you against his body, pleasuring his cock in any way possible. “Ride me, just like that. Keep going.” His hips thrust from between your thighs, nearly catching you off guard from the sudden jerk, but your eyes only shut tighter as you fall into the pure adrenaline of the bliss rushing through your veins.

The arousal coating his flesh from the way you drip in need for him only makes the motions easier, slicker, caressing his cock between your thighs as it presses so tight against your folds. Each time the tip brushes past your clit, a shiver runs down your spine, the heat from below swelling more and more with each second that passes. Whimpers and moans begin to spill from your lips, calls of his name, a few curses, so surprised at how good riding his cock in such a way can feel.

“Fuck, I’m-” you begin to mutter, but your voice is overtaken by desperate moans, strained and so breathless as they pour from within. You want to tell him how good it feels, that you’re getting so close as the greed consumes you and you want nothing more than release while rubbing yourself against his cock. The slick, sticky silk of your panties is foreign in the way it eases over your skin, knowing how amazing it must feel to him as well.

His grip on your hips tightens, urging you to continue, begging for more without much more than a deep, raspy groan that bubbles from within his chest. The bliss is filling him to the brim, and from the way he pushes his hips into you from below, you know his end is drawing near.

So you move faster, grind your hips harder, press against him tighter to receive all you can. Surges of warmth begin to course through you, warning you you’re seconds away from coming undone. You bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from becoming too loud, nails leaving marks against his skin and it suddenly becomes too much to bear as the pleasure fills every inch of your body.

Your muscles tense, trembling against him as the first wave of ecstasy crashes over you. Your hips slow as your body shakes, but he won’t let you stop. Still rolling your hips against him with the guidance of two hands pressed to your body, the pleasure soon becomes far too overwhelming as you come undone, walls clenching, just dying for him to be inside of you.

He thrusts from below, so close to the edge watching you reach your peak. His cock slips back and forth between your thighs, getting to hear you moan and whimper, feeling you quiver against him, only helping him in his own pleasure until he’s huffing and panting and finally releasing the pent up tension as a deep, yet strained groans slips from his lips.

In an instant he’s making a mess of himself. Thick ropes of white coat his stomach, landing in droplets against his skin as you watch him come undone beneath you. The sight of his clenched jaw and muscles tensing as he climaxes has desire burning all over again in the pit of your stomach. His cock twitches beneath you as he comes, grip loosening around your waist until the moment his hands fall to his sides and he grows limp against the sofa.

As he tries to collect his breath, you slip off of him to press your back to the opposite side of the couch, doing the same while regaining your energy from discovering something new and sinful with him. Even if you were only wanting to make-out, and then tease him, neither of you can complain when the results are so satisfying.

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[ann-planet]

My Roman Empire

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[sunzyn]

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[yakuly]

Poção do Ódio | K.NJ¹

NamjoonCorvinal! × Leitora Lufana

Palavras: 1.316

Sinopse: Desde o primeiro dia em que pisou no castelo de Hogwarts, Kim Namjoon ficou conhecido por sua inteligência, sagacidade e paixão por devorar livros e mais livros, mas Namjoon não tinha nenhuma habilidade com garotas. Especialmente quando essa garota, é uma lufana leal à suas amigas.

Avisos: um duelo ali,e só.

N/A: Eu deveria escrever uma dinâmica diferente de enemies to lovers? Sim. Eu consigo? Aparentemente não. Mas vamos fingir que esse é estrangers enemies to lovers, e tentar escrever uma dinâmica diferente.

K. NJ¹ | K.NJ² | K.NJ³

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮

Assim que pisou em hogwarts, Kim Namjoon soube que sua vida de trouxa estava ficando para trás. Todos os dias em que alguém o tinha xingado, olhado torto, e o julgado como estranho não o incomodariam mais. Pois até onde ele sabia, todos ali eram um pouco como ele.

Conforme os recém-chegados conheciam o castelo, Namjoon fazia anotações mentais sobretudo o que aprendeu sobre a escola: os fantasmas, os professores, os quadros, e as casas. O lugar é famoso por dividir seus alunos em quatro caras distintas, baseando-se em personalidade. Não que a ideia o agradasse, mas o que poderia fazer?

"Essa é a coisa mais idiota que já vi..." um rapaz resmungou com escárnio ao seu lado. Namjoon concorda com acabeço, e o menino com olhos de gato continuou: "Que tipo de idiota sádico separa crianças e faz elas competirem entre si?"

Namjoon descobriu depois que o nome do garoto era Min Yoongi, e o Chapéu Seletor o mandou para a sonserina, sem muito rodeios. Poético, Namjoon pensou.

"Hum... eu te vejo rapaz..." Disse o Chapéu quando a professora Mcgonagall colocou sob a cabeça de Nam, após o chamar para a grande cadeira. " Você possui uma grande mente curiosa, mas ainda muito ordinária... É preciso sair da sua zona de conforto, jovem. Para onde você vai, você conhecerá o extraordinário... Corvinal!"

Kim Namjoon não pode dizer que o Chapéu estava errado. A torre onde residem era bonita, a cor azul e pássaros podiam ser vistos, mas rapidamente os espaços foram preenchidos por adornos de outros corvinais. Namjoon acabou dividindo o quarto com Taehyung, e logo os dois se tornaram grandes amigos.

Um grupo logo se formou: Kim Namjoon e Kim Taehyung (Corvinal), Kim Seokjin e Jeon Jungkook (Grifinória), Park Jimin e Min Yoongi (Sonserina) e Jung Hoseok ( Lufa-lufa). E conforme os anos foram passando, seus nomes foram ficando cada vez mais conhecidos pelo castelo. De algum modo Nanijoon se tornaram "famosos" entre os alunos de hogwarts, cada umse destacando ao seu modo, e de acordo com um dos comentários de Jimin, as garotas de todas as casas estavam caidinhas por eles.

Mas Nam nunca dera atenção para tal fato. Até uma aula específica da professora Trelawney, onde eles deveriam aprender a ler o futuro em folhas de chá. Ele nunca gostou das aulas da professora, sempre pensando em si como um homem dos pensamentos críticos, o completo oposto das aulas de "Adivinhação" do escocesa. Porém para seu descontentamento a professora gosta muito dele, e por isso vive em sua cola. A mulher ruiva observava atentamente a xícara de chá que Kim acabara de tomar.

"Eu vejo..." sua voz era baixa, como se estivesse vendo algo horrendo no futuro do aluno. "Uma garota... n-não, são. duas! Duas garotas!" Namjoon observou o espanto nos olhos da professora, aumentados por suas grossas lentes de óculos. "Mas você deve ter cuidado..."

Quando comentou sobre com Taehyung na mesa do almoço, o rapaz apenas deu de ombros, observando que dados os acontecimentos de hogwarts, qualquer coisa pode acontecer. E Namjoon aceitou suas palavras, uma vez que seu amigo não estava completamente errado.

Foi durante uma das aulas de feitiço com o professor Flitwick, que Kim Namjoon a notou. Ela estava junto aos outros alunos da lufa-lufa, ao lado de seu amigo Jung Hoseok, e para sua surpresa, a garota já olhava, com as sobrancelhas franzidas e o rosto contorcido em uma careta nada feliz, mas quando alguém ao seu lado percebe, a cutuca, e ela se vê obrigada a desviar o olhar. Mas Nanjoon continuou a observar; Seus olhos pareciam mudar de cor conforme a luz do Sol os tocava, e sua pele parecia tão viçosa, que ele começava a se perguntar se ela era dali, ou se era de fora, como Lisette Moreau da frança.

"Tudo bem crianças," o pequeno corpo do professor surgiu à visão de Kim, que finalmente começou a se perguntar o motivo de estarem fora de suas salas, e ter uma enorme mesa no meio da sala. "Hoje nós teremos uma aula diferente... Nosso querido diretor, Dumbledore e o professor charmoso Gilderoy, me pediram para dar asegunda aula de duelos."

Após passarem pelo básico dos duelos, como "Como se comportar ", "Como segurar a varinha", que na verdade consistia apenas em Hermione respondendo tudo a toda hora. Finalmente Flitwick solicitou pelo menos uma pessoa que quisesse duelar. Namjoon observou ma lufana que observava, levantar as mãos ansiosamente.

Assim que a garota subiu a mesa, tirou sua capa e parecia àvida para começar. Conforme ela arregaçava as mangas da camisa, Namjoon observava boquiaberto. Ele nunca tinha visto um ato tão...mundano, parecer ser tão atraente.

"Senhor Namjoon, por que não duela, uma vez que o Senhor parece bem investido no duelo ?!" Professor Flitlick chama a atenção de todos para o corvinal. Kim apenas confirma envergonhado, subindo à mesa, e repetindo os mesmos gestos da garota.

"Muito bem, Senhorita S/S, você focará em feitiços de ataque, e senhor Namjoon, você focará em feitiços de defesa, certo ?!"

Os dois alunos concordam, e se posicionam do modo correto. Eassim que o professor dá as ordens para que o duelo se inicie, a lufana inicia de prontidão, lançando um forte "bombarda " sob seus pés, o assustando. Kim demora para se reerguer, e é atingido em seguida por um "Diffindo" entre seus pés, criando uma enorme rachadura na mesa.

Completamente perdido, Namjoon tenta pensar em algum feitiço de defesa, mas tudo o que consegue, é perceber que sua parceira de duelo parecia incrivelmente prova com ele. A garota para de lançar feitiços esperando Kim Namjoon reagir. O moreno olha em volta e percebe todos o olhando com expectativa, e seu professor parecia encantado com a garota.

"Fumus!" Namjoon lança, e em seguindos uma cortina de fumaça surge pela sala. O rapaz que acreditou ter sido uma boa ideia, cegar a sua oponente, mas o moreno não pensou que no processo, ele também perderia sua visão.

O corvinal sente suas pernas se colarem, e percebe que foi atingido pelo feitiço "Locomotor Mortis". Os dois esperam pela fumaça se dissipar em silêncio, e Namjoon aguarda com o feitiço de defesa na ponta da língua.

Kim nunca se sentiu tão pressionado em toda a sua vida, e ele estava apenas em uma aula. Se concentrando para proferir as palavras certas, ele escutauma risadinha zombateira. A lufana então surge vociferando três feitiços seguidos:

"Confundo!"

" Expelliarmus!"

"Everte Statium!"

Kim Namjoon então se perdeu em pensamentos, esquecendo das palavras que profeceria, sua varinha ser arrancada de suas mãos à força, e então seu corpo ser jogado no ar, e rodar por conta própria. Ele sentiu tudo dentro de si se contorcer, e tudo o que ele começou a desejar que seu corpo atingisse o chão logo, para que sua tortura acabasse logo.

Porém seu corpo não o atingiu como esperava. Quando tudo e todos paravam de girar, o moreno abre seus olhos mesmo com medo de vomitar todo seu almoço, e se espanta ao ver sua oponente abaixando lentamente sua varinha, e ele pode finalmente relaxar.

"Muito bem... isso foi..." Professor Flitwick surgiu os observando, mas o corvino, e a lufana se encaravam intensamente. Ele tentando entender o motivo da sua clara e mortífera raiva, enquanto ela tentava controlar sua respiração e sentimentos. "Acho que podemos dizer que a Senhorita S/S ganhou, certo? 50 pontos para a Lufa-lufa!"

O salão que estava em silêncio irrompeu em comemorações amarelas. A "Senhorito S/s" desapareceu, enquanto Namjoon ainda tentava não vomitar, mas logo Hoseok estava ao seu lado, o ajudando a se levantar com calma, para o levar à enfermaria

"O quê você fez para S /n te odiar tanto assim?" O menino perguntou fazendo uma careta, sem receber uma resposta clara, mas ele conhecia o amigo, e entendeu que ele mesmo não fazia ideia. "Olha se eu fosse vocês descobria logo..."

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[the-mariachi-96]

What are your favorite fanfics? I have nothing else to do and I would like to read something.

Thanks for the question, Amor!

I'm actually glad you asked :)

New Blood/artemisgirl

This was actually my first fic. It's about Hermione Granger (Harry Potter) where she is in Slytherin and has a prophecy.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2045742

Robust/balsa_margarita

Where Azula travels to another universe, lives there and even starts a family!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28412292

Ashes like snow/cielocomedown

Azula refuses to be the Gaang's puppet and leaves and finds a family, but then returns because she chooses duty over love.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2858605

Blue Azalea/Esaleyon

A Maizula fanfic that is not finishing, but I love it!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29277621

Rise up/CluelessLemon

Hermione is an Omega in a society where Omegas are seen as weak, but she proves otherwise.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18887464

One Big Happy Family/ItspronouncedJulia

Azula/Katara/Mai/Ty Lee with children!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41551293

EPOCH/Sharleena

Yoongi escapes from the mafia, Jimin murders his ex-lover, and Hoseok is a suicidal thief.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11463342

#Hermione Granger #Azula #Mai #Ty Lee #Katara #Min Yoongi #Park Jimin #Jung Hoseok #Hp #Harry Potter #Atla #avatar: the last airbender #BTS #MY FAVORITE FANFICS! #Fanfics! #I didn't put them in order! #THESE ARE MY CHILDREN #IF THEY DARE TO JUDGE THEM I WILL ENTER THEIR HOUSES AND KILL THEM! #Joke! It's just a joke...or is it?