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russos-ventitre · 7 months

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leah williamson x reader | first steps ❤️‍🩹

✘ summary: its leah first day running post-acl surgery and she's upset you're not able come, but viv, beth, and laura have a surprise for her

✘ warnings/tags: fluff, boyfriend!leah, leah's first day back (fully)

✘ words: 1756

a/n: requested by anon

"Babe! Come on! You're gonna be late for your first day back!" You shouted from the kitchen, preparing her a packed lunch with a cute little note tucked inside.

"Nearly done!" The blonde shouted in response, quickly tying her headband in place before running down the stairs mere seconds after you'd shouted her.

"Here." She panted, standing in front of you as you handed her lunch, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Seriously.. again with the headband..?" You questioned, crossing your now free hands across your chest as you stared up at her forehead.

"Yeah.. keep my fringe out of me eyes." The defender smiled smugly.

"Uh huh.. that's why all of it is dangling past.." You quipped, hearing a groan from the taller woman.

"Are you sure you're not able to come..?" Leah asked quietly, tugging at the hem of your shirt as she tilted her head down to your height.

"No babe.. I'm sorry. I can't miss this meeting with my boss, it's really important." You lied, hoping that the taller woman wouldn't notice the glint in your eyes that suggested that.

"..but.." You continued, hands grabbing onto her training kit, tugging her close.

"..I'll make it up to you when you get home, yeah?" You winked, seeing a smile curl at the corners of the blonde's lips.

Leah bit her bottom lip looking down at you, one hand coming to rest on your hip. "You mean like show me how proud you are..?" She raised her brows suggestively, pulling you closer.

"Oi, no.. keep it in your pants Williamson.." You grumbled, seeing her start to laugh.

"God you can be such a teenage boy sometimes.. all horny and smelly.."

"Hey! I do not smell!” She groaned.

“Not denying the horny bit..” You elbowed her, pushing her in the direction of the front door.

The defender let out a annoyed sigh, grabbing the handle and turning to face you.

“You better keep your promise..” She pouted, jutting her lower lip out as she gave you the saddest eyes possible in hopes to make you feel guilty.

“I will Lee, promise.” You held onto her shoulder as you stepped on your tip-toes to reach her lips.

"Have fun today, alright? I love you."

"I love you more, seeing you after training." She hummed, walking over to her car and driving off.

You quickly shut the door, pulling out your phone to text the girls.

[y/n] [6:45]: guys shes left!!

beffy [6:45]: viv and ill come pick you up in a few mins

beffy [6:45]: just need to grab our kitbags

laura [6:46]: im so excited!!

[y/n] [6:46]: me too lau :))))

You hurried to your bedroom, changing out of your 'work clothes' and swapping into one of Leah's old arsenal jerseys, feeling it consume your entire torso and nearly reach your knees. It felt like a warm hug. Your phone buzzed in your pocket.

beffy [6:49]: she has no idea right?

[y/n] [6:49]: nope

[y/n] [6:49]: she still thinks that the meeting is happening even though my boss informed us last week that it was being rescheduled

laura [6:50]: [y/n]! youre evil 🥺

[y/n] [6:50]: i knowwww 🤭

You put your phone away and rushed around the house to gather a few necessities, coat, boots, and keys.

viv [6:54]: we're here

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎[y/n] hearted your message.

You ran out of your flat to be greeted by your two favourite people, both of them waving at you and Viv honking the horn as she waited for you to enter her car.

"Hi, guys!" You waved back, rushing into her car as she drove the three of you to training.

"You sure she won't notice?" Viv asked, looking at you through the rearview mirror.

"Yeah of course. That's why I asked if you guys could drive me so she won't recognise my car." The couple now 'ohing' as it finally clicked.

"Yeah, that makes sense." Beth replied.

You all arrived to training a few minutes late, Jonas completely aware of the antics that M&M had planned, distracting Leah from their noticeable absence. You decided to stay inside for a bit, watching from one of the windows.

"Alright, ladies it's time to run some drills." He clapped his hands together, seeing all the girls gather around. He put all of the girls into pairs, having Leah be paired with the Physio. Beth and Viv sneaking into the group of girls, hoping that the taller woman wouldn't notice their quiet appearance.

"Hey, Leah, take it easy today, try not to get to frustrated with yourself." The blonde gave her a light pat on the shoulder, seeing her nod in response. The defender walked over to the side with the Physio, listening to her instructions.

"I'm just going to examine how your body reacts to a few of these stretches and if everything looks good you'll be cleared and allowed to train with the other girls. You'll still have to take it easy though and you'll have to be checked again after training to see if your healing hasn't been disrupted." The Physio cautioned, standing beside as they both began stretching together.

Leah did as she was told, copying all of the stretches that she had asked her to do as a part of protocol. Trying her hardest not to overwork herself and make her already injured knee worse. She desperately wanted to be kicking the ball around the pitch with the other girls and playing a 5 v 5 right now but she had to focus on the here and now.

After an hour of training and a few short breaks, you snuck your way outside, ducking behind the stands as you secretly watched Leah from afar. She was eating the food that you made her, catching her cheeky smile from the little love letter you wrote her.

hey babe,

im so proud of you. youve come so far and it makes my heart so happy to know that my girl is going to be back on the pitch again playing for her childhood team. youve done amazing my love, you should be so proud of yourself.

love, [y/n] xx

Jonas joined you from your hiding spot, giving you a hug. He was happy to see you there supporting her.

"Oh! Hey! how's she been?" You asked.

"Yeah, good. Really good, shes been making a lot of good progress with the Physio."

"Will she be running today with the rest of them?"

"If everything goes well, definitely." He smiled proudly.

That's my Lee.

You began to stare at your blonde lover a little too hard, noticing how her eyes were wandering around the pitch as she happily ate her ham sandwich, her eyes nearly landing on you. You jumped back, lightly bumping into Jonas as you were worried she nearly saw you.

"S-Sorry, thought I was spotted there."

"It's alright, although I should probably leave before things get too suspicious." He gave you a little wave before making a swift exit.

Leah walked over to the side to grab her water, chugging as she listened to the Physio explain her results.

"Your body seemed to react really well to all of those stretches, so I'm clearing you for the day. Go have fun out there with your friends, kid." The older woman gave her a light pat on her shoulder before walking over to find Jonas to discuss her progress.

You watched as Leah took her first steps onto the pitch, kicking the ball that was sent her way as she practiced some drills. After a few touches of the ball, you snuck your way onto the pitch, hiding behind Viv, Beth, and Laura. You stuck your fingers in your mouth and wolf-whistled in her direction.

"Hey good lookin'." Revealing yourself from behind the group, arms waving in her direction.

The blonde turned her head, confused as she recognised your voice. Her eyes immediately lighting up as she found you wearing her old kit as you stood next to Viv, Beth, and Laura who were on the side.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting." Leah asked, pulling you into a tight hug, holding you close in her arms.

"Yeah well.. plans change. Plus, how could I miss a moment like this?" You nuzzled your face into the blonde's neck, feeling her melt as your nose brushed against her skin.

Viv, Beth, and Laura all watched as you both shared a quiet moment together, Viv recording, and Laura just crying.

"I love my parents." She sobbed, feeling a supportive hand from Beth as she patted her on the shoulder, eventually crying in the blonde's arms. "I know.. I know Laura.." She hushed, patting her on the head as she smiled back at you both.

You pulled away slightly to press a soft kiss to the taller woman's lips. "Go on.. go have some fun, don't let me stop you."

Leah blushed as you caressed her face, melting into your touch before nodding. "You're staying, yeah?"

"I'll be right here, cheering you on." You smiled, feeling her pull you in for a second kiss. She sent you a final smile before pulling away to continue her drills with the ball, your hand lightly tapping her on the arse as she ran back to her spot.

You walked your way back to the other girls, feeling Beth drag you into the tight hug that she had Laura in and eventually swinging her arm out for Viv to join, who begrudgingly did after a few seconds.

"Thanks, girls."

"Anytime, [y/n/n]." Beth murmured, squishing the four of you closer together.

You watched as your girlfriend ran her drills, feeling a sense of pride at how hard she had worked to finally reach this moment. You caught her smiling at you at any given opportunity, giving you shy waves before continuing dribbling the ball and making some passes. It was clear that she missed doing this, and she couldn't be happier doing it whilst you were there. Giving her the opportunity to show off a bit and steal kisses from you every now and then as she ran past you. Your cheeks shining a bright red that matched the jersey adorned to your chest, your heart feeling full at the sight of your lover doing what she loves the most. This was the happiest she had been in a long time.

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muselin · 8 months

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Hi Muse! what are your thoughts on sleepy sex with monstax for the wildcards? Shownu is just so warm n safe to me, and I'd love to wake up next to him. And im curious about joking around and being really lovey with minhyuk or Jooheon.

in you take this request, thank you in advance!

Monsta X Sleepy Morning Sex Wildcards

Who: Monsta X x reader

What: smut 🔞⛔️ morning sex, mild somnophilia (implied), implied consent in context of established relationships, g.n reader, reader has breasts and a vagina

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Shownu

"I'm hornyyyy," you whined at him, nudging him with your elbow.

"I'm not stopping you, I'm just really tired," Hyunwoo mumbled into his pillow.

"So are you saying that I can just help myself?"

If he had cracked open his eyes he would have seen your cheeky smile.

"Go to town, baby."

You saw the corners of his lips, puffy from sleep, curl up above the line where his face was smushed into his pillow.

He didn't help you, teasing you in his own way as he knew how big he was and how hard to maneuver for you. But you succeeded in pushing him onto his back and ducked under the sheets, a deep hum bubbling up from him a second later when he felt your tongue on his cock as it was already hard and a little sensitive the way it could be in the morning. You were impatient, sucking him briefly before you re-emerged from the covers, letting them pool around your hips as you sat astride Hyunwoo's lap and guided his stiff length into you.

He opened his eyes then, a louder groan reverberating in your chest. He watched you work your hips on him, his hands caressing your skin unhirriedly. Your pace quickened and you thrust down on him harder, your own moans rising in pitch as he pressed right against the spot you needed him most. One of his hands moved to lace his fingers with yours while the other went to your clit, making your trip to a morning orgasm that much shorter and making Hyunwoo smile sleepily at how you sounded more desperate by the minute.

"Oh fuck, almost--" you panted but in that moment strong hands gripped your shoulders and brought your body flush against Hyunwoo's chest. Fingers snaked into your hair and brought your face down for him to kiss you hungrily, driving deep into you from below.

Minhyuk

The feeling of something hard poking insistently at your behind coupled with sweltering heat woke you from your deep sleep.

"Really?" You groaned, "can't you wait a little?"

"But you promised!" Minhyuk whined in your ear, his husky voice tickling at your neck.

"Promised what?"

"That we'd do it at least three more times before I had to leave. We're two behind," he stated, grinding his morning wood against your ass for emphasis.

"We have all day, please just let me sleep," you mumbled and tried to pull away from him to escape his heat. You expected more complaining but the silence went on a little too long which was usually not a good sign.

"Min?" You turned to find him propped on his side, looking at you.

"You're gonna make me lose to Changkyun?"

You shoved Minhyuk back with a yelp.

"That's what this is about?? Not because you're going to miss me??"

Laughter filled your bedroom even as Minhyuk grabbed you and made you straddle him. "Well, it's also because I actually really, really want to be inside you," he looked up at you through heavy lashes, his erection pressing into you from below and his grip tightening on your arms.

You met his gaze as you bit your lip and pulled down the sheet separating your naked bodies. You placed his cock right in between the lips of your pussy which was quickly getting slicker with the promise of at least two more rounds in bed with him. You felt him throb against you and you angled your hips, making the head of his cock catch against your opening.

"How long are you going to tease me," he challenged.

"As long as it takes for you to say you're sorry for turning this into a silly competition--fuck!!"

Before you could even finish your sentence Minhyuk had sat up, grabbed your waist and pulled you down hard, forcing you to split open around his hard length.

"Sorry..."

Kihyun

The light touch of fingers on your cheek woke you from your light morning dozing. Your eyelashes fluttered lightly, heavy eyelids lifting to see depths of dark brown looking back at you. Kihyun smiled at you as he continued stroking your cheek.

"What?" You questioned, your own little smile curving up the corners of your lips.

"Nothing..." Kihyun's eyes fell away from yours bashfully, trailing over the bare lines of your shoulders and lower to where the sheets covered your chest. You knew that look but said nothing, waiting excitedly for what you hoped would be the start of one of Kihyun's indulgent morning sessions with you. He looked up at you with a question in his eyes and when you merely smiled, his head tucked under your chin for him to start placing kisses over your neck. Your heart was already racing and his hands hadn't even reached their favoured places, one reaching down between your legs and one over your nipple.

You felt his lips curve up against your neck at the shuddering breath you took in when his fingers slipped inside you, finding you wet already, sensitive from last night. It was so easy, so easy for him to tuck an arm under your leg and bring his hips up, filling you up slowly, his pretty eyes squeezing shut at the feel of you around him and your broken moan in his ears.

Hyungwon

You felt so safe and warm caged in Hyungwon's arms, his even breathing against your back contributing to the comfortable bubble you snoozed in. However, the bubble also included his hips plastered to your backside, long legs twined with yours, and for a good half an hour now he'd been shifting in his sleep slightly, his hard length poking in between your cheeks. You knew he was asleep as his breathing never once broke its rhythm, but you were getting increasingly hotter and needier despite the early hour.

You pushed your hips back against him but only made it worse for yourself, granting yourself friction against your bare core and longing for Hyungwon to wake up already and just fill you. But you knew he hated being woken up early. Eventually, you were so wet that your juices started sliding down onto his cock as you had both gone to bed in the nude.

His breathing shifted.

"Fuck, how are you so wet," his sleepy voice rasped against your shoulder.

"Please..." you mumbled, pushing back against him and your gut twisted when you felt him sneak a hand down to guide his length to line up with you from behind. You both groaned deep at the feeling of him slipping inside you to the hilt.

"Good morning," Hyungwon breathed into your neck as he started pressing into you, littering your neck with kisses.

Jooheon

"What the hell is that," you jolted awake due to an odd sensation on your shoulder. It felt oddly soft, squishy but somehow familiar. You sat up in bed to the sight of Jooheon, his face adorably pleading and his rosebud lips puckered up into a circle.

"Were those your lips?"

He nodded cutely, eyes as round as the shape his lips were making.

"What is it, honey?"

He still didn't speak, but gestured with his head down towards his crotch. He was naked, sitting on his heels and the problem was fairly obvious.

"Oh that looks like a... hard one, honey," you could hardly keep from chuckling. "Did you need help with that," you asked as you leaned forward, crawling over the bed towards him. You were naked as well, the sheets rolling off of your body as you made your way towards him and you didn't miss how his eyes lost their playful wide roundness and turned into something darker, roaming over the lines of your body.

Jooheon leaned back expectantly, his erection jutting upwards, and his lips dropped open slightly the closer your face got to his "problem".

You looked up at him before you stuck your tongue out to lave over the smooth, engorged head of his cock. Without much more preamble you opened up and took as much of him as you could, causing a melodic moan to drop from Jooheon's pretty lips. You sucked him in deep, bobbing up and down on his length and he hunched over you, a hand reaching up to the back of your head to steady you. He didn't need to press down, you were swallowing him down just fine without any prompting. Your tongue rolling under the crown of his cock had Jooheon's eyes rolling back and his hips canting forward, his moans now louder and peppered with hisses.

"Fuck, baby...."

I.M.

Sleeping with Changkyun's hand on your butt or between your thighs was commonplace but he was no sleepwalker. The maddening motions over your clit were from an at least half-awake, horny version of him. As you roused slowly, limbs too heavy to push away or more into him, you heard slick sounds that told you just how wet he'd got you already before you'd even woken up.

"Mmmmm..."

You weren't sure if that was a moan of pleasure or a groan from being woken up so early that bubbled up in your throat but Changkyun chuckled anyway, fingers slipping lower to part your folds.

"You don't have to do anything but just lie back, let me do this."

You felt perfectly content to be taken care of and you were pliant in his hands as they manoeuvred you onto your back. Warm, eager lips trailed over the inside of your thighs and you tipped your head back into your pillow once they reached your clit. The smooth glide of Changkyun's tongue followed and he separated your folds with the tip, pressing into your clit with slow, unhurried pressure. The moans that left your mouth turned pornographic even as your voice was still heavy with sleep, and turned even louder when Changkyun's fingers followed, slipping into you and reminding you of the delicious lingering soreness he'd left you with from last night.

#monsta x smut #shownu smut #minhyuk smut #kihyun smut #hyungwon smut #jooheon smut #monsta x i.m smut #monsta x hard hours

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goldencherryhazz · 2 years

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ONE NIGHT ONLY

An: I do not have the words to describe how much I love Harry’s House, I will never recover! Anyways here’s a smutty fic that’s was supposed to be fluff but guess where we are now. Oh well, sorry it’s not that good, a lot has happened over the last few days but expect a lot more fics on Harry’s House in the near future :) please give me some feedback, hope you enjoy 💗

Warnings: sub! Harry, dom!reader, oral male receiving, nipple play, overstimulation!

‘You okay baby?’ You ask as you walk back into the hotel bedroom where Harry is perched on the edge of the bed.

‘I think so’ he replies still looking a bit dazed and bewildered even though he had gotten off stage for one night only over an hour ago.

‘You sure, seem a bit out of it’ you question as you flick a curl out of his face so it would rest on the top of his head.

‘Can I have a cuddle’ and you can resist the desperation in his eyes, so quickly move to straddle his lap, your arms moving to loop around his neck, Harry rests his head right on your chest nested between your boobs, and that when he lets out a content sigh finding comfort within your presence.

You stay like this for a few minutes before you have to blurt out a ‘im so proud of you, always am with everything you do’ you whisper into his ear scared that he was having doubts or was worried about his performance of his newest album.

‘Thankyou, I’m proud of me to’ and you love how he isn’t scared to admit it.

‘What going on in that pretty head of yours baby’

‘I just can’t believe how good that show was, I felt so safe and free’ he says in disbelief, his heart feeling as though it would burst from the support he was getting from you, his friends, team and fans worldwide.

‘That’s because you have been so real and honest with your writing over the past few years, been so brave and open, you created a safe space for your fans at every show and I think they want to give you that back, you deserve that baby.’ You kiss his forehead, stroking through this unruly curls.

‘You helped me to you know, helped me find myself which allowed me to write like I have, swear it’s my favourite album yet, don’t think it would have been without you as my muse.’ He says seriously, having peeked his head out from your chest to look you in the eye.

‘Everything you do is my favourite, I’m glad I got to be by your side the entire way, love you soo much baby’ you try to soothe his overwhelmed min.

‘I love you too’ and with that he crashes his lips to yours, your lips against his intensifying this high he had going on inside him, and he didn’t want it to end, not yet.

A few kisses later and Harry hates the fact that there is a layer of clothes separating the two of you, a dire need to be closer to you was the only thing in his mind, and he starts to grind his hips subtly against yours.

‘Need you’ he whispers against your lips.

‘I’m right here baby, not going anywhere, gonna take care of you’ and you try to hold back the moan that threatened to escape your lips as you felt his cock plumping in his pants, undoubtedly making the wetness in your panties increase.

‘Just wanna be close, need to feel ya’ he whimpers.

‘Okay, okay baby, why don’t you start taking you clothes of for me’ you sit up getting off of his lap, and he whines at the loss of contact, right now he just wanted you and only you.

He manages to fling his love heart tee and leather trousers to a random corner in the hotel room, and you take your clothes off just as quickly.

‘How do you want me H, want me to ride you?’

‘Anything, please just want you, I’m so hard’ he whimpers as he reaches his hand to wrap around his cock which is standing proudly against his belly, the veins quite prominent and his tip a deep shade of red, he jerks his length a few times to spread the precum leaking from the head of his cock.

‘You look so good when you play with you cock baby’ you practically drool at the sight infront of you, and he shyly looks up at you at the compliment, stopping the movement of his hand.

‘Don’t stop baby, make yourself feel good for me’ and he does as you say, moving his hand up and down his cock and it has you moving your hand to your bare pussy that was now slick with you wetness, fingers curling over your clit making you bite back a moan.

Your eyes close at the feeling of your clit being stimulated, but when you open them you find Harry staring right back at you, not meeting you eyes but more staring at you perky tits ‘do you want these tits baby, you can have them’ you say as you move closer to him your chest infront of his fans and he doesn’t waste any time in attaching his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking happily the action bringing his comfort and even more pleasure as his hand moves at a rapid rate up and down his member.

‘Fuck that feels good baby’ you gasp at the sensation of his lips on your nipple, rubbing your fingers over your clit at how incredibly hot your boyfriend was.

‘Your gonna cum for me’

‘Fuck yeah I’m gonna cum, getting close’ he comes off you nipple with a popping noise before he kisses your lips, teeth clashing, your tongue invading his mouth wanting to taste him more.

‘Can y’touch me, hand feels good but I now it doesn’t feel as good as yours.’ He moans out.

‘Course I can baby, wanna make you feel good’ you begin working your way down his neck, pressing tiny kisses and sucking a hickey onto his warm skin, you duck even lower and he lets out a moan, squirming slightly when your lips come into contact with his sensitive nipple, you begin to suck on on and you other hand tweaks the other.

‘Please, don’t tease, gonna cum if you keep doing that, want you to touch me’

‘I am touching you baby’

‘I want you to touch m-my’ he doesn’t finish his sentence as he becomes shy from how subby he was feeling.

‘Where do you want me to touch, gotta tell me, use your words baby’ you encourage him.

‘My cock, want you to play with me till I cum’ he finally lets out.

‘Good boy, gonna suck that pretty cock now’

‘Yes please, please want that soo much’

You nestle down to his lap, now face to face with his length and you don’t hesitate to wrap you hand around him to align his with your mouth, before you take just over half of him in your mouth in one smooth thrust and he lays out the loudest moan of the night, probably waking the neighbouring hotel room but he couldn’t care less at that moment.

You begin to bob your head up and down, your other hand fondling his balls and it isn’t long before he is crying out having been quite close beforehand. He moves some hair out of you face, before gathering it into a makeshift pony tail making it easier for you to move.

‘Your close baby, can feel twitching, gonna cum for me’ you take him in your hand again, the silky smoothness of it making Harry lose his mind.

‘Yes fuck yes you mouth feels fucking amazing’

‘Look at me then baby, wanna watch you fall apart look at me.’ You demand and he does as you say, and when you keep eye contact when you take a majority of his length into your mouth and throat, it has him tipping over the edge.

‘C-cumming…fuck’ is he can string together, as his hips buck up into your mouth, his cock painting your throat with his warm cum. All Harry can do is moan chants of your name at his euphoric high, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as you continue to bob your head slightly making sure you had every last drop of his cum.

‘It that better baby, was that okay?’ You ask as you pop of off his length.

‘Fuck it was incredible’ he says dreamily, and you can’t resist leaning up to kiss him, stroking his cheeks with your thumb as you do.

‘Think you can cum again for me’ and that alone has his breathing increase once again and he doesn’t have any words, the events of the night leaving him rendered speechless.

‘Promised I was going to ride you and by the feel of it’ you pause reaching behind you to fondle his balls in your hand to confirm your thoughts ‘these balls are still full of cum, you gonna give it to me baby?’

‘Yeah, gonna give it to you, shit I wanna cum for you again’

‘That’s a good boy’ you kiss him once again.

‘Y’ready baby, gonna sink on your cock now okay’

He nods obsessively, so you instantly move your figure so it aligned with you entrance before you slowly take him incl by inch until you are fully sat on his length, you clit brushing the hairs of his happy trail, you both let out sultry moans one he fills you, neither of you caring if you got noise complaints the next morning.

‘Shit you’re so big, stretching me soo good’ you going down Harry’s cock moving deliciously inside you and he moans out at the feeling of your cunt clenching and unclenching around him.

‘Fuck haven’t even started riding me, feels like I’m already gonna cum’ he sighs at the stimulation his cock was getting, feeling ever so sensitive already from his previous orgasm.

Feeling like you needed more you start to bounce up and down on his cock, the only sound in the room was skin slapping on skin and both of you moans as he hid as the sweet spots inside of you.

‘Feel you in there baby’ you reach out for his hand and place it on your lower belly ‘Gonna cum right in there aren’t you’ and he moans and you sink onto his cock all the way and he can feel the bump his length creates.

‘I’m gonna fill you up so good’ he moans and he feels so overwhelmed by the pleasure he was receiving that he had to find sanctuary in your chest, his head nestled between your tits and you stroke your hands through his hair gripping onto it slightly as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. His arms and upper body curls into you slightly, he can feel his eyes getting glossy from how good he was currently feeling, from performing Harry’s House for the first time, to this current situation he thought he had never felt better.

‘Shit I’m gonna cum, you gonna cum with me baby, gonna fill me up’ your thrusted become frantic as you chase you high and get Harry to hiss

‘Yeah I’m gonna cum, can I cum please, please’ he whimpers, slightly muffled by your chest.

‘Cum baby boy’ you moan and it take all of three thrusts before you are shaking above him. ‘I’m cum-cumming’ you breath out and with that Harry grips your hips grounding them to his before he cums in thick spurts, even more than he previous orgasm due to how overstimulated he was, completely filling you and the warmth the spreads in your belly makes you feel all fuzzy.

‘Did soo good for me baby, came soo much’ you say as you feel his cum starts to dribble out of you slightly.

Harry’s face is still mushed in your tits, probably exhausted from cumming twice, his legs hadn’t stopped shaking since his high.

‘M’soo proud of you baby, I love you soo much’ you remind him, making sure that he always knew how much you loved and cared for him.

‘I love you too’ he lifts his head, and you instantly go to wipe his waterline clear of any tears threatening to build up.

‘Let’s get cleaned up yeah’

‘No don’t want you to go and to be honest I don’t think I can walk’

‘Harry I can literally feel your cum dripping from me’

‘I don’t care, just one more minute’ and you can’t help but chuckle at his antics, meanwhile Harry cuddles back into you feeling the most content he has in a while, happier than ever as he snuggled into his lovies chest, his home.

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softyoongiionly · 5 years

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Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Twelve

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, some moderate angst (later), smut (later later), slow-ish? burn.

Word Count: 7.1k

A/N: Friends...this was ALOT. I didn’t edit it too much cause I was so excited to get it out to you so, please forgive any typos. I hope you like it!

Warnings for this Chapter: language, smut, mentions of anxiety/ insecurity, DID I MENTION THERE WAS SMUT OH MY GOD IM ON FIRE

Warnings for the Fic: mentions characters confronting their fears, characters in uncomfortable situations, emotional moments between characters, mentions of bad parenting, explicit language throughout the fic, moderate angst, and very explicit smut later in the story.

Chapter 12: Pain and Pillow Talk

“Did you talk to him?”

Yoongi shifts on the lawn chair, gnawing on his bottom lip. He looks nervous.

“Uh…yeah I did. I hope that’s ok, I know it wasn’t really my place, I just…”

Your brows furrow as you place a hand on his thigh, the arm rests from your chairs touching one another.

“Whatever you guys talked about, must have worked. I walked by the bedroom after I went pee and, I heard noises that I could have lived the rest of my life without hearing.” You laugh and, Yoongi’s posture softens, chuckling along with you. His hand moves to rest on top of yours, nimble fingers curling under your own.

Yoongi cat eyes flit to yours, a nervous smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, “Jungkook and I, share the same…uh situation.”

“Do you have a crush on Jimin too? Cause seriously, if you do, I won’t be mad, just know that half of this city has a crush on him so, the competition might be a little rough.”

You smirk, eyes holding his, biting your lip in an attempt to reign in your laughter. Yoongi snorts, relaxing further as he shakes his head.

“No, I’m a little preoccupied with another crush I’ve been dealing with, thank you very much,” He answers quickly, eyes narrowed and accusing as they point directly at you. His answer makes you want to kiss him. Although, most things he does make you want to kiss him. “But uh…Jungkook and I both like…everyone, regardless of, gender or…anything like that…”

You throw your teasing smile out of the window, eyes softening as you squeeze his hand gently. It touched you that Yoongi felt comfortable enough with you to discuss his sexuality and, you wanted to ensure that you handled the information with respect.

“I’m really happy you decided to share this with me, it means a lot. Thank you.” You lean over to kiss his cheek and, the soft skin quickly heats up at the brush of your lips.

Yoongi looks slightly confused, his eyes narrowing again as he regards you carefully.

“What?” You giggle under his gaze, your fingers interlacing with his, shaking his hand lightly.

“You don’t think it’s like…weird or anything?”

“Weird? Of course not. First of all, your sexuality is 100% valid, 100% of the time and, there is nothing to be weirded out by. Second of all, my two childhood best friends are currently having sex upstairs so; my ability to be shocked is kind of lost to me right now.”

Yoongi smiles then, a chuckle breaking past his lips as he nods, “That’s fair. Well…thank you, for being cool about it. I’ve usually had to do more explaining in the past or, sometimes, people aren’t as uh…cool about it.”

There is some pain in his eyes as he finishes his sentence but, you refrain from pointing it out, choosing instead to squeeze his hand again.

“You can talk to me about it as much as you want but, only if you want to. I’m always here either way…” You assure him and, Yoongi leans in suddenly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You smile into it, leaning against him before he pulls away, his eyes containing a renewed softness.

“Thank you…seriously.”

You’re still sort of smiling as he pulls away, nodding your head in acknowledgement, “You’re welcome.”

He smirks, looking at you for a moment before his hand comes up to scratch behind his neck. He directs his gaze towards the rest of the party that had yet to settle down.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket and, you move quickly to retrieve it from your pocket, hoping to receive some sort of update from your friends.

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Kookie and I are gonna stay at my place tonight, is that ok with you guys?

A smirk is on your lips as you see the text come through.

Guess the time they had in the bedroom wasn’t enough.

BROS FOR LYFE: It’s ok as long as you guys aren’t driving.

BROS FOR LYFE (Jungkook): We’ll get an Uber, Mom, don’t worry.

BROS FOR LYFE: then, you’re good. Have fun ;)

BROS FOR LYFE: wait, where’s Tae? Aren’t you guys supposed to be driving back in the morning?

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): We saw him on the way out of the room; he was heading into another room with some girl.

BROS FOR LYFE (Jungkook): They were making out, it was really gross.

Shaking your head, you respond, your brows rising

BROS FOR LYFE: I’ll call an Uber too

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Noooo Y/N just come with us, it’s ok, we can have them stop at your place first, or you can stay at mine

BROS FOR LYFE (Jungkook): Or you can stay at yours…

You giggle at that, knowing damn well that staying under Jimin’s roof would be a bad idea.

BROS FOR LYFE: It’s ok guys, I’m still hanging out with Yoongi and, I don’t know when he’s planning on leaving. Also, I can take a hint Kook, I’ll find my own way tonight but, like, you two have fun. Just try and remember that Jimin’s neighbor is a sweet old woman named Helen who would probably have a heart attack if she heard what I heard earlier.

BROS FOR LYFE (Jungkook): lmao get rekt Helen

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Helen is a freak Y/N, she’s hit on me ever since I moved in.

“Everything ok?” Yoongi’s looking at you curiously, smirking as he notices you giggling to yourself.

You bring your attention to his; still laughing lightly as you nod to your phone, “My friends are abandoning me…”

“Wait why?” Yoongi chuckles, eyes darting to the upstairs bedroom momentarily. “Did they not…finish up yet?”

“Apparently not. Tae was our DD but, he’s upstairs too…doing god knows what.”

Yoongi shakes his head, smirking in disbelief before he brings his gaze back to yours, a slight hint of nervousness appearing in his chocolate eyes. “I can take you home, or you can…stay at mine, we live really close. It’s up to you…”

A smile finds your lips, giddiness swirling in your chest as you cock your head, trying to play it cool.

“Do you want me to stay the night Yoongi?” Your tone shifts lower to tease him, your knee nudging against his causing him to roll his eyes. Pink cheeks always give him away though and, you bite your lip, enjoying the affect you have on one another.

Pursing his lips, he smirks, trying to contain a much bigger smile. He’s still trying to play it cool too, even after everything that’s happened between the two of you.

“You can, if you want to.” He insists, almost defiantly, nudging your knee back.

“Do you have to wait till your friends leave?”

He shakes his head, eyes wandering over the rest of the backyard, which was still displaying dozens of party goers, “No, Namjoon and Hoseok drove separate, we followed each other here, cause I couldn’t remember where this place was…”

“Alright, you ready to go then? Or did you want to stay and hang out for a bit?”

Yoongi stomach does somersaults as he looks toward the door eagerly, his head shaking, “No, I’m ready….are you, staying with me? Or am I taking you home?”

You smile, starting to stand up, brushing your hands on your jeans before turning towards him, offering a hand to him, “I’ll stay with you,”

Yoongi’s stomach could have joined the Olympics at this point but, ever the cool guy, he tried his best to refrain from literally jumping for joy.

He smiles ( :] ) taking your hand, interlacing your fingers with his as he lets you lead him out of the party.

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“You came on a good night,” Yoongi explains, as he’s unlocking his front door, smirking slightly as he turns back to you, the door cracking open. “Normally, this place is a disaster but, Hoseok had a girl over the other night and, actually decided to clean up for once.”

You giggle, nodding in understanding as Yoongi leads the two of you inside, “Is he the messy one?”

Yoongi snorts, nodding, “Yes, in more ways than one…”

You snicker, stepping through the threshold, your eyes scanning your surroundings. The house was pretty nice. The walls were painted white and littered with various photos full of the three men who lived in the house and, what you assumed was their families. As the two of you walk passed the front hall, you enter the living room which displayed a giant flat screen and, a black U-shaped couch that essentially took up most of the room. To your left, Yoongi pointed out the kitchen, complete with modern appliances and barstools at the front of the island. You wondered how they ended up in such a nice house but, you decided it wasn’t really your place to ask but, it was certainly an upgrade from your tiny apartment.

“My room is over here but, you’re uh…welcome to sleep out here too if you feel more comfortable, it’s up to you.”

Yoongi sounded nervous, far more nervous than you’ve heard from him in a while. You turn towards him, smiling softly, taking his hand in yours, “As comfortable as the couch looks, I think I’d rather sleep in your room, with you, if that’s ok…”

He relaxes slightly but, only slightly, his furrowed brow smoothing out as he returns your smile, his fingers lacing with yours once again.

“It’s right down the hall here,” Yoongi gestures to a hallway that extends from the living room, still holding your hand as he leads the way. He’s eager as all hell but, to you, he seems relatively relaxed.

The thing is, Yoongi had never had anyone he liked in his room before. This was mainly due to the fact that the last real crush he had was in high school and, Yoongi was far too terrified to talk to him. So, as far as romance goes, Yoongi is like brand new in this department, he doesn’t know what he’s doing and, he’s really afraid he’s going to mess things up. The last person who slept in his bed was Hoseok and, even then, Yoongi never really developed feelings. For the longest time, Yoongi assumed he would end up alone. He was fine with that. Then, you came along and, quite frankly fucked him all the way up, both figuratively and literally (lmao). He’s really trying to take things slow but, it’s difficult when you keep doing and saying all the right things. Yoongi feels comfortable messing around and, pretending like everything is SUPER CHILL but, deep down, he’s desperately trying to suppress the fact that he’s falling for you. Hard.

He opens the door to his bedroom, ushering you inside, hoping to god that you can’t hear how fast his heart his beating. You smile as soon as he turns the light on, revealing the room to you. The first thing you notice is the smell, clean laundry, you weren’t sure if his detergent was just potent or if he had an air freshener somewhere but, either way, his room smelled amazing. He steps in behind you closing his door softly, biting his lip as he watches you scan the room. Yoongi’s room is tidy, everything in it’s place. Black shelving adorns his walls, holding various photos and, sports memorabilia, his bed is covered in a fluffy black duvet that looked ridiculously inviting at the moment. A desk sits in the corner of the room, holding a big monitor and several synth pads and speakers. In front of the desk sits a computer chair that has a jersey hanging on the back, Agust D stitched into the material.

You turn back to Yoongi smiling, feeling his nervous energy, “Do you make music in here too?”

He nods, shifting in his stance slightly as he moves toward you, his eyes flitting to his desk, “Sometimes yeah, I can’t always afford studio time but, I have everything I need right here. It’s just better to work at the studio; they have all the equipment I prefer working with…”

You shuffle over to his desk, careful not to touch anything cause like, this is his passion and, if you broke something you would be mortified. Fondness is practically screaming in your chest as you notice a few characters on Yoongi’s desk: some from cartoon shows, some from basketball teams.

“Did you make the beat that you rapped to?”

He nods again, moving to sit sort of awkwardly on the corner of his bed.

“Yeah it was a beat I had for a long time but, I kept toying with it until I finally got something I liked…”

Turning away from Yoongi’s desk, you move to set your purse on one of his nightstands.

“I really hope you keep at it, you’re so talented it’s insane. I’m surprised you haven’t put your stuff out there…”

He blushes, shying away from your compliment as he picks at the skin around his fingertips.

“Stop,” He chuckles, looking over at you, “…it’s just a stupid beat I made.”

Your eyes widen incredulously, “Yoongi…nothing about your music is stupid like, honestly you were so good. You’re definitely in the right field…you had me swooning over you and shit, it was embarrassing.” You giggle and, Yoongi’s brows raise, a smirk on his lips as he cocks his head.

“You were just checking me out the whole time? How do you know the music was even good then?” He teases, his heart swelling 2000 times bigger at your praise.

You chuck a pillow at him, giggling, “First of all, I check you out all the time so, that wouldn’t have affected my judgement, second of all, if you released a mixtape, I would be the first person to buy it and, that’s not just because I like you, it’s because, your song was that good.”

Yoongi chuckles, looking away from you for a moment, his eyes shifting around, trying to figure out his response, he sighs and then looks back you, a renewed sense of softness in his gaze,

“Thank you, that’s uh…that’s really kind of you to say.”

“You’re welcome…Agust D…” You break the slightest bit of tension, a smile on your face as you move to the button of your jeans, undoing them before starting to shimmy out of them. Yoongi snorts at your comment but, honestly, your praise renewed something in him that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Maybe he would release his mixtape….

“I hate wearing jeans…” You mutter, brow furrowed as you struggle to tug them down your legs.

Yoongi feels another sensation stirring in his pants as he sees the lace of your underwear. Images of the last time the two of you were together playing on a loop in his head as he he looks away from you again, frustrated at how easily you could fluster him.

You managed to get your jeans off before slipping your bra out of your Team Jungkook t-shirt. The clothes were folded and set on the floor before you turn your attention back to Yoongi.

“Are you ok?” You prod gently, confused at why he was avoiding your gaze.

He sighs, nodding as he turns back to you, averting his gaze from your underwear, “I’m good I…I uh normally sleep in just my boxers, if that’s cool with you...”

“Yeah, of course…” You trail off, not convinced by his answer.

He’s nervous. You could feel it in the air of his bedroom, his tension radiating off of his body.

“Let me…uh,” He starts, trying to speak over the lump in his throat as he stands, pulling his jacket off before his finger pinch the neck of his t-shirt and pull it over his head. You’ve obviously seen Yoongi without his shirt on before but, there was something about it that really got you. He had a bit of a tummy and, you honestly had to resist the urge to pinch it. You busy yourself with pulling his duvet back, stealing a glance or too towards him in the process. He pulls down his jeans, bending down momentarily to collect his clothes off of the floor to throw them into his laundry basket.

“The remote is on the nightstand if you want to turn the TV on, I have Netflix…” He murmurs, padding over to his dresser to take his jewelry off.

Why is that attractive? Why are you still staring at him?

Turn the damn TV on…

“Should we finish the dragon documentary? That should put us right to sleep…” You joke, your thumb pressing on the power button of the remote.

Yoongi chuckles, turning towards you momentarily, “No.”

You laugh in return, his smile lingering on his mouth as he turns back around to finish what he’s doing.

“Your loss, dragons are the #1 sleeptime aid in the world…”

“Shut up.” He chuckles again, finally feeling himself relax as he turns back towards you.

Yoongi is going to die.

That’s it, that’s the final straw.

When he spots you, cozied up, underneath HIS duvet, on HIS bed, in HIS room, he literally feels his heart being assaulted in his chest. Your eyes are narrowed in concentration as you browse Netflix, not noticing Yoongi’s minor breakdown in the corner of the room. Subconsciously, you use your free hand to push back the duvet, inviting Yoongi to the spot next to you. He sighs, heart choking in his chest as he makes his way over to the bed, he pauses near the light switch, hesitating slightly, looking over at you.

“Is it ok if I turn the lights off? Or do you need them on?”

Yoongi sleeps in absolute darkness and, knows very well that, if he has to leave the lights on, he will probably have some serious trouble falling and staying asleep. However, he knew of one of your greatest fears and, he would rather deal with a sleepless night, than deal with you feeling afraid.

“Oh yeah, go ahead, I don’t sleep with the lights on, I just have some source of light, like my laptop or my TV or something….” You smile mid-sentence, your gaze moving to his, “Thank you though…”

Yoongi nods, returning your smile before flicking off the lights and, approaching the bed. There’s a stirring in your chest as he slides in beside you, heat radiating off of his body as he does. Yoongi feels his anxiety rising once again, unsure of how to deal with all of the feelings inside of him. He wants to hold you, of course he does but, he’s not sure how you feel about him. The two of you were having sex quite a bit, sex that was so good that it left an impression on him.

He knows you like him but, how much? What if you were just having fun?

What if you didn’t feel the same? What if he was just a good time to you? Were you like that? What if-oh…

You move towards him during his internal crisis, your body, soft and sweet smelling, tucks into his. He feels goosebumps form on his arms as your hair touches his bare chest, the annoying organ under his sternum asserting itself once again.

The increase in Yoongi’s heartrate didn’t go unnoticed. You felt it against your cheek as you snuggled into him, a soft smile on your lips. It was hard for you to understand why you affected Yoongi this way; he always seemed so calm and collected. You knew differently however, you knew he was always feeling more than he let on.

“Comfy?” You murmur to him, as your hand rubs gently against his ribs, attempting to reign in his nerves.

Yoongi is annoyed with himself, he doesn’t understand why he reacts so wildly to your touch.

“I…no…I’m sorry, I’m not…” He stutters, cursing himself for making this otherwise sweet moment, incredibly awkward.

Your heart sinks slightly and, you pull away from him, sitting cross legged in the center of the bed, eyes widened in surprise.

“Shit…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed you wanted…I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable…” You amend, feeling your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

Yoongi joins you in sitting up, his face twisted in discomfort, he reaches for you then, placing his hand on yours as he shakes his head.

“No…no, it’s not you, you didn’t do anything wrong, I’m just…fuck, I’m sorry…” He wipes a hand over his face and, his cheeks are on fire at this point. “You did nothing wrong, it’s my fault…I’m the one being awkward.”

You accept his hand, your head tilting curiously but, you stay silent, knowing he had more to say.

“I’m not normally like this…I,” He sighs, his free handing wiping over his face, “Everytime I’m around you, I feel like…this feeling about you and, I don’t know how to convey it or…ask for…I don’t know what do…shit, I’m sorry I can just take you home if you want, I understand if you don’t want to stay…”

Your brow furrows then, confusion evident on your features, “Yoongi, I don’t want to leave…just talk to me yeah? What’s going on?”

A breath comes out of his nose then, his chest flushing to match his cheeks, he’s fully embarrassed, he doesn’t even know what the fuck he is trying to say, let alone, how to say it.

“I’m not used to wanting to…do stuff… I guess, I’m sorry…I know its… “He cringes at his confession, regretting every single moment that has recently passed, wishing desperately that he was more casual, like Hoseok, or articulate, like Namjoon. But he wasn’t. He was Yoongi and, Yoongi had spent many years denying his own feelings thus, denying his own desires.

You smile then, everything becoming apparent, a relieved giggle passing your lips. The sound brings Yoongi’s gaze back to yours, his heart stalling momentarily.

“I would hope you still wanted to have sex with me, we’ve only been at it for the past week…” You attempt to joke with him, trying to lighten his mood and lessen his embarrassment.

“You don’t understand though, it’s every time we’re alone, my mind, sometimes, just goes straight to sex and, it feels wrong sometimes...like it’s inappropriate and, when you leave or, when I leave, all I can think about is you and…what we do together and, I’m turned on all the time, I feel like I’m in highs school again...it’s really distracting and, I feel like I’m being…gross” He agonizes, trying to understand why you’re so relaxed.

“Yoongi,” You’re giggling again, scooting closer to him, “there’s nothing gross about wanting someone…I feel the same way about you.”

His expression relaxes slightly, his eyes shifting around, “You do?”

“Yes,” You scoot closer then, your knees touching his as your thumb soothes over his knuckles.

“…I mean, every time we’ve done anything, it’s been because I came onto you so…”

Yoongi’s face turns up then, his body relaxing further as he nods, “I guess you’re right about that but, it’s only because, I don’t know how to…ask for it? Or come onto you? Fuck…I sound ridiculous…”

“Ok that’s it…” You mutter, pushing his hands to the side before nudging him back against his headboard and settling into his lap, your panties against his boxers. He gulps, biting his lip as you do, a smirk sort of playing on his mouth. “You are not ridiculous, or gross, or weird, or anything like that…I like you…”

You kiss his lips then, so soft and sweet, “I want you…I think about you…” You place a kiss on his mouth between each dose of reassurance, your fingers lacing with his. “You don’t have to feel ashamed…”

Yoongi’s breath is picking up slightly, his lips responding against yours, “I don’t want to feel ashamed…I just have so much going on inside my head sometimes…I don’t know what to do with it.”

You nod, understanding very well what that’s like. Moving from his lips, you sit back on his lap, admiring the way he looks illuminated by the light of the TV.

“With me…” You smile at him, your expression softening as the two of you regard one another, he can’t help but return your smile as he feels his anxiety slowly leaving him. “I want you to feel like you can talk to me ok? I know it isn’t easy and, shit gets complicated but, I really want to make you comfortable, this is all new to me too, I’m not expecting anything from you, I just like being with you...”

Your words melt the remainder of Yoongi’s frigid fear, his heart singing in his chest as he pulls you closer against him, “I like being with you too...”

Settling against the warmth of Yoongi’s bare skin, you wrap your hands behind his neck, leaning in to nudge your nose against his, “Cool, so we’re on the same page...”

“I guess...” He mutters stubbornly but, his nervous energy is clearly diminishing as he leans into your lips, a renewed sense of playfulness in his eyes.

“Kiss me you fool...” The dramatic flair in your voice would normally warrant an eye roll from Yoongi but, this time, he just shakes his head, a low chuckle rumbling between the two of you as he presses his lips against yours.

He takes his time, kissing you slowly, his hands still on your hips, squeezing gently as he does. This time, kissing him felt different, you could feel how relaxed he was under your touch, his breath leaving his nose gently as you slide your hands up in his hair. Your nails scratch gently at his scalp whilst Yoongi slowly introduces his tongue to the kiss. You accept him graciously, letting yours play against his. The kiss is dirty, filthy even but, neither of you are rushed to further things along.

Yoongi’s hands explore the skin over your hips, his fingertips admiring the softness, rubbing against your hips. You nudge his nose, nibbling on his bottom lip for a moment before, reconnecting once again. Yoongi’s hardening against you, his boxers stretching over him as he presses himself against your panties. You smirk into his lips knowingly but, say nothing, choosing instead to begin kissing into Yoongi’s neck.

Nuzzling against his neck, you place a few whispery kisses against his skin, taking time to find the spot that makes him shiver the most. His breath hitches slightly as your lips reach the apex of his neck, near the beginning of his collar bone.

“I...” He stutters out the syllable, an inquiry heavy on his tongue, his dick plumping further in his boxers. “Can you...bite me?”

His voice is low, shaky but, certain, the rasp in his tone going straight to your clit. You nod, dragging your teeth gently against his neck, causing another shiver to run through him, his heart picking up in his chest.

Testing the waters, you bite down on him gently, your lips suctioning against his skin. You feel his hips rise up slightly at your motions, his head lulling back against his headboard, providing you better access.

“Harder...” He doesn’t ask this time, his dick fully erect against your panties, mouth agape.

You smirk to yourself before giving him what he wants and, sinking your teeth into his skin. Not hard enough to draw blood but, pretty damn close. You suckle his sensitive skin into your mouth, laving against it with your tongue, knowing full well that your motions will leave a mark.

“shit...wait...I…oh fuck...” Yoongi’s breathy voice, desperate and wanton, claws its way out of his chest, his hips stuttering beneath you, his hands clutching yours. His boxers were sticky against the inner parts of your thighs, the sensation causing you to pull back, alarmed. Yoongi lets out another breath, his head thrown back in pleasure, his cheeks dusty pink with embarrassment.

You bite your lip, watching him in disbelief, wrapping your brain around the fact that he had just cum from you biting his neck.

“Shit, shit…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t…” His breathless, his chocolate eyes widened in shock as he comes down from a pretty powerful orgasm. Yoongi is mortified and, quite sure that if you didn’t want to leave before, you would definitely want to leave now.

“Shhh…” You whisper, moving in towards his mouth, capturing his lips. Shaky breath escapes his nose as he cautiously kisses you back, his whole body feeling rather sensitive.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I’m really sorry…I don’t know what happened, I just felt your teeth and…” He’s stuttering at this point, his words swallowed against your kisses until you finally break away from him, giggling as you do. Your eyes hold all the fondness in the world as you bring your hands up to hold his cheeks.

“Why are you apologizing for cumming?”

“I…I don’t know, you didn’t finish or, we didn’t fu…” He trails off, narrowing his eyes at you, “See? You’re laughing at me, oh my god, I’m so fucking lame, please just leave me here to wither away and die…”

Your giggles grow in volume then as you try to resist the urge to pinch his cheeks that are now squish between your palms, “I’m not laughing at you... listen to me…”

Yoongi is full on pouting between your hands, his own hands bracing themselves against your hips, feeling slightly uncomfortable in his now, sticky boxers.

“You aren’t lame…” You assure him, a smile lingering on your lips, “you’re fucking hot and all we need to do is get you hard again but, we can’t do that if you wither away and die can we?”

Yoongi snorts his eyes shifting from side to side before finding yours again. He can feel himself plumping up at the mention of you getting him hard and, although he’s thoroughly embarrassed, he doesn’t doubt your ability to do so.

“No, we can’t…” He agrees, cat eyes peering deep into yours as he lets out another breath.

“I don’t want to hear you criticizing yourself anymore, understand?” The tone you use is firmer than normal and, Yoongi perks up at the sound of it, nodding eagerly in response. You smirk, your suspicions slowly being confirmed one by one. “Say it aloud…”

“I..I understand…” He breaths, eyes completely locked onto yours

“Good boy…” You whisper against his lips before pressing a gentle kiss to them

Yoongi feels his heart skip a beat at the nickname, his dick continuing to swell in his boxers.

He’s never recovered from an orgasm so fast but, the way you’re talking to him, the way you’re ordering him around, it’s doing something to him.

A smirk finds its way onto your lips, “You like that don’t you?”

He nods again, rendered speechless, he’s captivated, his embarrassment diminishing once again.

“Do you want to be my good boy Yoongi?” Still smirking, you take his lip between your teeth, the movement causing him to let out another, sharper breath, his body turning to puddy beneath you.

“Yes…” His voice is muffled by your teeth, his nipples hardening at the sound of your voice. It was still you but, something had shifted, you sounded so powerful, so sure, and so fucking sexy.

“I’ve had my suspicions about you…” You release his lip, hands releasing his face and moving to his hands that we’re now clutching on your hips. Lacing your hands with his, you bring them above his head, pinning them against his head board, pressing his skin into the wooden bars. Yoongi feels a whimper at the back of his throat, his neck stretching to watch the movement of your hands, gritting his teeth lightly.

“The night I dyed your hair, you whimpered when I tugged on it, when we fucked in your car, you gave yourself to me so willingly, the other night, you came so hard when I scratched you…” You’re listing out the bits of evidence and, Yoongi’s eyes close, overwhelmed by you, shaky breath escaping his nose. When he opens them, they’re black with desire, wide with submission, his gaze goes straight to your pussy. “…and now, you came just from me biting your neck…”

“I like pain…” He blurts out, his voice trembling but assured, dark eyes still staring into yours. There’s no shame in his explanation, his inhibition slowly shredding with each passing moment. “I know you do…” A giggle passes your lips as you press his wrists harder into the wooden bars.

“It makes me really hard…when I jack off, I dig my nails into my thigh, sometimes I choke myself too…bet you didn’t fucking know that did you?”

His challenging you, he knows it. He wants to rile you up, he wants to let go for once…

He wants to get fucked up.

For the moment, you’re speechless, not expecting Yoongi to be so forward. He was usually quiet, subdued, even shy when the two of you went at it. You had never seen the wild look currently in his eyes, you want more of it.

“ Doesn’t surprise me…” You counter glancing behind you, toward his closet, trying to figure out your next move. “ Do you have a tie or something?”

Yoongi smirks, knowing full well what you were thinking, “Are you planning on tying me up Y/N?”

The sound of your name sounds sinful on his plushy mouth and before you can answer, Yoongi speaks up again,

“The only way I’m letting you tie me up is if you use those panties you’re wearing, which I’m pretty sure are soaking wet by now…”

His request throws you for a moment and, your mouth falls agape momentarily, a detail that doesn’t go unnoticed by him and, this time his smirk grows, his head cocking to the side, eyes still taunting yours.

“Ask me nicely then and, you might get what you want…” Your breathing is growing slightly uneven. Yes, you were very comfortable fucking Yoongi into next week but, this, the way he was talking, was new territory for you.

He wasn’t wrong though, your panties were soaked…

“Y/N?” His eyes go wide with innocence now but, his tone is still taunting, “Will you please tie me up with your panties?”

Biting your lip, you snap, releasing his wrists before moving off of his lap, slipping off of your panties and, straddling his waist yet again.

“Wrists up…” You order and, he obliges, still smirking and, as you hold your panties on your fingers you return his smirk, leaning down momentarily, brushing your lips against his, “By the time I’m finished with you, you’re gonna be so fucked out that you won’t remember anything but, the way my pussy feels around you…”

Yoongi gulps, his smirk faltering as he opens his mouth, leaning up against your lips but, you don’t respond, choosing instead to pull away. He sighs at the loss of contact, obsidian eyes shooting up to where his wrists are, watching intently as you use your panties to tie him to his headboard.

You sit back on him, admiring the way his body looks, stretched out and vulnerable to you, his cheeks and chest flushed, his nipples hardened, his stomach trembling as you run your nails over his hips.

“You said you liked pain right?” You whisper, eyes sultry as they hold his, your fingers moving delicately over his skin.

He nods, hips rising slightly against your touch, his dick painfully hard in his boxers, “Yes…”

“How does this feel then?” You dig your nails into his pale skin, scratching hard over his hips, leaving aggravated ruby marks with your movements.

Yoongi throws his head back, a gasp leaving his lips, his eyes shutting tightly as he nods again, “Good…do it again please…”

You want to admonish him for demanding you but, you don’t want to discourage his newly found confidence so, instead, you oblige. Dragging your nails over his ribs this time, you press harder, scratching him all the way down to the band of his boxers. Yoongi shivers, his face turning up in a mix of agony and pure pleasure, a smile appearing on his lips.

“Holy…fucking shit…” He chuckles, his vision going hazy as he tries to focus on you, the sensations in his body overwhelming him. His lips are wet, his dark gaze flitting between your hands and your face, “I’m so hard right now…”

“I can feel that, you’re twitching around underneath me…” You quip, fingertips brushing over his clothed length, the motion causing him to jump slightly.

“I don’t think I can wait anymore…I feel like I’m gonna cum again and, I want to last for you…” He sounds slightly panicky, his breath picking up as you start to grind against his dick, your bare pussy pressing into his boxers. “Please…please fuck me…”

You bite your lip, smiling down at him, rolling your hips against him once again, a low whimper breaking past his swollen lips as you do.

“Do you think you’ve earned that Yoongi? Do you think you’ve earned my pussy?” You whisper, grinding against him again and, you can only imagine how raw his wrists must be from how hard he’s been fighting against his ties.

He shakes his head vigorously, his expression growing smaller, staring up at you, adoration creeping into his gaze, “I could never do enough to earn your pussy jagi…”

The words hit you like a ton of bricks, your stomach dropping as you lean down to his lips, kissing him suddenly. He responds, his lips eager as he moans into your mouth, his arms burning from how much his straining but, he couldn’t give less of a fuck.

“That was a good answer…” You giggle and he returns the sentiment, chuckling into your mouth.

“I meant it…”

You tug his boxers down his legs, resisting the urge to take his swollen length into your mouth. His dick is pulsing with arousal, some of it still covered in his previous orgasm. Yoongi couldn’t recall a time where he had been so hard in his life, his brain filled with nothing but, you

“Don’t cum until I say…” You assert, stroking him in your palm before lining him up at your entrance, your pussy aching to be filled by him.

Through his whimpering, he nods, his hips raising against yours, completely desperate for you, “I’ll be good for you jagi, I swear…just please, I can’t wait any longer.”

So, you oblige, slowly sinking down onto him, taking every bit of him that you can, the feeling sending a sinking feeling into your stomach.

“Shit…” He gasps, sweat forming on his forehead, his gaze zeroing in on where the two of you are joined, the sight alone making him drool.

Your nipples harden under your t-shirt and, you take the opportunity to pull it off, exposing the rest of you to Yoongi’s hungry gaze. The sight of you fucks him up everytime, his gaze being pulled from your cunt to the rest of you, his eyes looking up at you in awe.

The pace on his dick quickens, causing both of you to be short of breath, his length curving up in just the right place, white hot pleasure wickedly coursing throughout your body.

“You’re so fucking pretty...” Yoongi’s shaky voice makes your clit throb, your hands coming down to brace against his injured hips as you start riding him faster.

He’s staring at your face now, not even glancing toward the rest of your body, his tone certain and unyielding, “You know that right? You know how pretty I think you are right?”

Yoongi will admit, he’s not thinking clearly, his logic is out to lunch, everything about you turning his brain to mush.

“You should look in a mirror sometime…” You quip, meeting his intense gaze. The resolve within you as breaking as it usually does and, you already feel yourself nearing the edge.

“I can’t believe it…I can’t believe I have someone so pretty…riding my dick so fucking good, I must have been a good boy huh? To get so lucky?” Yoongi is blabbering at this point, his eyes going in out of focus, the corners of them collecting moisture and, he feels like he’s gonna cry if he doesn’t cum soon. Then again, he feels like he’d cry regardless…

“You’re the best boy Yoongi…you deserve to feel this good all the time, I want to make you feel good all the time…will you let me? Can I keep fucking you this good?”

Hips are frantic now, your clit begging for attention, throbbing and buzzing between your legs and, you finally give in, the pads of your fingers rubbing against it, the motion causing you to tighten around Yoongi’s length.

His eyes bug out then, your words and the tightness of your cunt becoming too much, “Y/n please, please can I cum, please, I can’t…I…”

“Cum for me baby…” You whimper, your resolve breaking completely as you feel yourself tip over the edge, your head falling back on your shoulders as your pace picks up fully, the sound of skin smacking on skin echoing throughout the room.

“Thank you jagi...fuck thank you so much…”

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Roughly fifteen minutes later, the two of you are curled up under the duvet, your fingers gently applying cream to Yoongi’s shaky hands. His expression is one of pure bliss as he lets you tend to him, his heart melting as you press a kiss to each of his wrists.

“Thank you. “ You murmur, as you finish rubbing the cream into Yoongi’s raw skin, biting your lip as carefully tend to the more sensitive spots.

Yoongi watches you fondly, admiring the way you look, face flushed, glowing under the light of his TV. His brow furrows, voice still not 100%, “For what?”

“For tonight, for sharing more of yourself, I really appreciate everything you told me…everything…” You smirk, catches his glance for a moment before giggling, returning to what you’re doing.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this comfortable before so, you should be thanking yourself…” He insists, returning your smirk before leaning in and, kissing you, his lips taking you off guard.

“I’m happy you feel so comfortable then…” You amend, giggling against his lips as he pecks you over and over, your hands coming up to hold his cheeks.

“Stay in the morning yeah? I want to make breakfast…” He insists, smiling softly as he pulls you closer to him.

“Can I have it in bed?”

He smirks, leaning towards your lips, mischief in his eyes, “I’ve made it pretty clear that you can have whatever you want in bed…”

You giggle again, kissing him, pushing his disheveled blonde hair to the side, “ I’m holding you to that…”

“Good.”

Good: the biggest understatement of all time.

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Gym Affairs

you swear the gym was never this exciting before.

pairings: Yoongi x Reader, (slight vmin)

warnings: yoongi’s kinda a gym trainer but not really, slight smut, vmin flirting, my poor attempt at a birthday gift fic for Yoongi (I know im a day late, bear with me), typos might be there, way too long to be a one part fic lol

You swear the gym was never this exciting.

Before it used to be boring and monotonous, a chore in your already in busy life that used up too much of your precious time. You knew that you were bettering your life this way, getting into better shape and getting that dream body you had always sighed at whenever you encountered a picture of it while scrolling on Instagram, but still, it was horrible.

Because the gym was sweaty and crowded, full of men and women who had the same determined faces that never smiled back whenever you offered one, and you had assumed that, maybe, the gyms were the worst place to befriend anyone.

Your assumption was quickly shot down when you met Kim Taehyung. Clad in fucking Gucci from top to toe, he was easily the most noticeable person in the gym. You had spotted him on his first day awkwardly staring at the treadmill with his hands worrying a towel that had a sign which awfully resembled two Gs.

“It’s not a hard equipment to master.” You had piped up from behind him, hopping to stand next to him and outstretch a hand. “I’m ____, you?”

“Kim Taehyung,” he had responded easily, grasping your hand before pouting at the equipment. “Do you know how to work this?”

Oh boy, did you. You had enough mess ups and falls from enough treadmills to work your way around them.

You had helped Taehyung that day, and you two had grown close quickly. You two shared everything the together, all your secrets and hidden stories, over lunches and coffees and even, rarely, sleep overs.

It was around two months after meeting Taehyung when you were jogging steadily on your usual treadmill, hair tied up in a ponytail in a way that swung as you ran. You felt Taehyung gaze at you, his arms propped up on the arm rests of the machine as he hummed in contemplation, his treadmill turned off.

“So what do you think of Min Yoongi from the front desk?”

You nearly lost your footing at that, stumbling slightly to keep up with oh so sudden fast pace of the machine, blinking your features back into place. “W-Whatta ya mean?”

“I mean,” Taehyung sang, “Whenever I bring him handsome boy, you always tense up like I’ve shoved some vibrator up your ass.”

You winced at the imagery, hand coming front to up the speed of the run. “My butt just clenched, please stop. And no I do not tense up, what does that even mean?”

“Oh you know,” Taehyung said smugly, wiggling his eyebrows at you when you spared him a disgusted glance before carrying on, “Well if you don’t make a move on him I will.”

You glanced at him, confused, focus now turning to him as you slowed your jog. “Huh?”

“You do know that I’m gay right.” Taehyung dead-panned.

At that you lost your footing and you tripped over your shoes, sending you flying forward and off the machine in a pile of loud smashes and groans as you rolled to the floor in pain. You groaned, hand coming up to massage your nose as you sat up on the ground. “Ow, fuck.”

“Anyways,” Taehyung continued, unfazed, as he turned to lean against the head of the machine. “Yoongi’s not really my type, so rest easy.”

“And who is?” You snorted - partly because you wanted to check if your nose was still working.

“Park Jimin.” Taehyung sighed dreamily, his eyes drifting off as if automatically to the dance rooms, and the two of you listened to the heavy beat that thrummed from the room.

You two glanced at each other. “He does have a great butt.” You admitted, giving back the cheeky grin Taehyung wiggled at you and just as you were about to ask him to help you up, thundering steps came from the side staircase before -

A panting Min Yoongi stood at the stop of the staircase, his striped t-shirt bearing a few wet spots that most likely came from the younger children who’d splash like maniacs in the pool area with his blonde hair messed up.

“I heard someone fall.” He gulped, regaining his breath before his eyes flicking from Taehyung to you. His eyes suddenly flattened. “Oh, it’s you who fell.”

Indignation rose up in your throat. “Excuse me!” You hissed. “Aren’t you supposed to be worried about me? Like - I’m on the fucking floor!”

Yoongi sighed, bringing a hand up to knead at his forehead before dropping his hand down to slap against his thigh. He glanced at Taehyung. “What were you talking about this time?”

You winced, having leaned back on your hands to relieve some of the pressure and your legs, eyes quickly flicking up to Taehyung. Your warning gaze had him stuttering for a second.

“Oh no,” Taehyung dropped his hands down from the machine to step off, bringing himself onto his tip toes as he exaggerated his stretch. “It seems like it’s my Yoga time. Toodles!”

You watched with your jaw dropped as the Gucci clad boy picked up his duffel bag and circled around Yoongi to get to the staircase, his gaze on you for a second to wink at you before disappearing down the staircase.

Unbelievable, you thought to yourself as you pushed to your feet. I’m gonna fucking skewer him the next time I see him.

“This is the third time, ________,” Yoongi sighed, and it was only then did you look up, startled, and studied him. The under bags underneath his eyes were growing darker and the shirt he wore seemed too big for his body. “You can’t keep doing this, you’ll not only damage the property but your own body.”

Your cheeks burned with shame, lips pursing around as you ducked your head, running a hand through your hair. Your eyes flicked back up at Yoongi.

Have you eaten? is what you wanted to ask him, eyes flicking down to your hands as your ears burned with embarrassment as Yoongi gazed at you again. Are you skipping your meals as usual?

But none of those questions left your mouth. Dissatisfied with yourself, you took slow steps to your bag, crouching down to gather all your items before pushing to your feet. Turning around, you saw Yoongi at the stairs, hand on the railing as he watched you.

You followed him down the stairs in silence, the change in the atmosphere so drastic you found yourself staring at the wooden table that belonged to the front desk of the gym thinking what did I do wrong?

“Hey,” Yoongi’s soft voice made your head jerk up and bring you back down to the earth. You met Yoongi’s relaxed gaze, a slight tug of his lips as he outstretched your card back to you. “Go home, I think you overworked yourself. Not to mention your bad fall.”

You winced, giving him back a tiny smile, before grasping the card and stuffing it back in your wallet, feet taking you to the exit.

“Goodbye Yoongi,” you called out, giving him a wave which he reciprocated, although a bit lazier, his elbows folded atop the table and his body leaning forward.

You stepped outside the gym, the air hot and stuffy and your cursed your choice of outfit, wiping a hand down your neck as you tried to shake of unwanted sweat.

Just as you turned around the corner, you came to a halt and yanked your phone out, your mind repeating like a mantra: I’m gonna fucking kill you, Kim Taehyung.

“So what you’re saying is - ”

“I’m not saying anything, Kim.”

“ - that if Yoongi were to come up and ask you out on a date - ”

“Oh my god, Taehyung, quit it!” you slammed your hand down on the bouncy ball, trying to convey your anger in the best way, only for the wretched ball to bounce up in the air and drop back down with a loud boing!

You two made eye contact and that set off Taehyung into a pile of laughter, his arms coming around his waist as he laughed. “Y-You really tried I can’t.”

“Stop talking about him,” you tried again, this time feebly, eyes flickering around just in case. The stretching room was right in the centre of the ground floor and if anyone was to stand in the front they’d hear you.

And the last thing you needed was for your gym trainer to find about your crush on him.

“Mmm,” Taehyung gave back a non-committal hum as he stretched, smirking when you glared at him. He just missed the ball you had thrown at him and you cursed your awful aiming skills in that moment.

A wave of vanilla curled right under your nose and without looking you knew who it was. Taehyung also seemed to know since his eyes perked up, body straightening, hands grasping the ball you had thrown at him.

“____!”

The famous brown haired dancer appeared from the entrance, his movements smooth as he crossed over the wooden flooring, gentle eyes meeting yours. “How are you?” he pouted. “You haven’t attended a single of my class since the new semester started.”

You laughed, unfolding your legs out as you bent to hold the tips of your toes. “I’m a broke college kid, Jimin. And your classes aren’t cheap.”

It was true. Park Jimin wasn’t just known for his good looks - although he could be; the guy was the definition of handsome, with his sharp gaze yet soft, warm smile, his tiny, slim body, but fierce and rough dance moves - he was a living paradox.

But no, Park Jimin was known for his famous dance classes. People from all over the country, and some real eager students sometimes from abroad, came and studied under Park Jimin. The boy was a millionaire at the age of 23, and yet he chose to hold his classes at a measly gym on the 23rd Block.

This was partly due to the fact that Jimin and Yoongi went way back. Many stories were recounted by Jimin on nights spent in the dance studio and you’d keep him company, and you found out that Yoongi had taken care of Jimin when no had ever offered to.

That, to your displeasure, did not help the stupid crush you had on him.

“Well I’m off.” Jimin smiled at you, walking around the circle you and Taehyung had formed.

As he rounded behind Taehyung, he leaned down, slowly and swiftly, to bring his hand down to tickle at Taehyung’s neck - and you knew from a hundred tickle fights that that was in fact Taehyung’s weak spot.

“Don’t be late for class, yeah?” Jimin murmured into Taehyung’s ear, the poor boy frozen to spot with his hands tightening the grip on the ball, his eyes fallen tight and chest halted mid-breath.

Jimin flicked his eyes to you, full of mischeif and mirth, and you gave him a playful frown, lips tugging up in the end when Jimin gave you a sly wink before straightening and walking towards the studio.

“Holy fuck.” Taehyung whispered after a minute, dropping back onto the wooden floor with his arms splayed out. “I think I’m hard.”

You rolled your eyes and threw your bottle onto the boy’s stomach.

A week later you entered the gym frazzled, your mind fuzzy and and your temper on edge. College was getting on your nerves and your friends were irritating you to no end. Did no one in college do their own work? Was it necessary for them to all the time ask for your papers hours before the deadline?

Mumbling some unpleasant words underneath your breath as you pushed open the gym door, you welcomed the warm air inside and,

“Hey there, loser. How’d college go? You’re late today.”

Giving back the smile Yoongi gifted you, you relaxed your shoulders and entered the building, making way across the carpeted floor to stand in front of the boy that leaned over the table with his arms folded to smile at you.

“College was shitty.” You shrugged when Yoongi frowned questioningly before glancing around. You took in the silence of the gym. “No one here today?”

“It’s half past eleven, ______,” Yoongi grinned as he pushed back off the table to point up at the clock that hung overhead. “Gym closes at twelve. No one’s here.”

“Oh.” Your heart sunk. You had been waiting the whole day to get back into the gym to take a few laps in the swimming pool, the muscles in your body aching to stretch. You sighed, tapping the wooden table with your fingertips. “It’s okay, I’ll come back tomorrow early.”

You had crouched down to tie your shoes, mind reeling. What else could you do - going back to the dorm was out of the question. You needed to stay away from that area as long as possible. Maybe you could crash at Taehyung’s? You never actually had been in there, but you had seen it through the window of his car when you once rode in his car.

“Oi.”

You looked up, fingers halting on your shoes, eyes making contact with Yoongi. He was bent over the table, fingertips pressing white against the wood as he poked his head off the edge to glance at you.

“I can give you thirty minutes tops, okay?”

You furrowed your brows at him, mouth twisting before the meaning of his words sinking and your features relaxed before lighting up.

“You serious?”

Yoongi smiled. “Get swimming, miss.”

The water wasn’t as cold as you had expected.

Nevertheless you had catapulted yourself into the water, diving deep and staying underneath before emerging up in a gasp, a smile making it’s way onto your face.

There was something relaxing of swimming - at least in the pools - to you. The water surrounding you, letting you loose yourself to your own world as you floated.

You did a few laps, some more intense than the others. Gripping the ledge of the basin, you pushed yourself off and did a few more back strokes.

“Pool’s closing in five, ___, get moving!”

You flicked around, arms splayed out, to see Yoongi walking across the edge of the pool, arms full of towels and shampoos. He wore a grin, those beautiful brown eyes making your heart stutter, even under the weight of the water that pulled you down.

A gear clicked in your mind.

When was the last time you had played a prank on Yoongi?

Swimming to the center of the pool, you floated around, hair wet and sticking the back of your neck.

“Hey Yoongi!” you called out.

Yoongi turned around, humming out a hmm?, expression blank and unaware to the scheme you had in mind.

“Do you think you could - ?”

You broke off mid call with a yelp, dragging yourself down by yourself, and straight into the water. All you saw was fuzzy water around you, your ears blocked and cheeks puffed with oxygen.

This is gonna be hilarious because

Yoongi can’t swim.

You saw blurred movements above you and a splash signified he had dove into the water.

Surprise filled you when you saw his body swimming easily to you, his worried eyes clear even through the water when he reached to you.

You felt his grip on your waist and lamely you let out a yelp, causing you to inhale a gulp of water, before you were yanked up to the surface.

Oxygen never tasted sweeter, and you inhaled in lungfuls, spluttering out the water that had gone down your throat. You tried to eyes clear your vision as you swung your head around to clear the droplets away.

“Are you okay?”

It was only then did you focus on Yoongi in front of you and -

Oh, he was so close to you, his hands spaced around your waist and holding you firmly in his grasp, his chest heaving as he breathed, brushing against your own.

Your eyes flicked up to his, lips sealed, hand coming up to press at his shoulder in reflex but the emotion in his eyes made you freeze, breath caught in your throat.

He was staring intensely through his wet bangs, lips parted as he panted, throat swallowing as he inspected your whole face.

“_______, are you with me?” Yoongi shook you slightly and you jerked out of your haze, nodding quickly to answer him, lips still shut as you blinked up at him.

“What’s wrong, why aren’t you talking?” Yoongi frowned, one hand coming up to grasp your chin and tilt you closer. “Ah, I bet you swallowed some water from...”

He broke off, eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes, settling there and maintaining eye contact with you. You felt his grip on your waist tighten, blunt fingertips digging harder, and pulling you closer.

Your hands settled against his shoulders, your heartbeat tripping and racing against your rib cage like a rabbit. You could feel your cheeks and ears burn, and you swallowed, glancing away.

“Fuck,” a garbled swear made your head jerk up with a surprised gaze.

Yoongi’s eyes were trained on your teeth dug deeply into your bottom lip. You quickly released it, harsh and ragged breaths leaving you as you felt how close you were with Yoongi, his nose nearly brushing against yours.

“Yoongi,” you finally whispered, gaining his attention back to your eyes. “Please.”

That one word seemed to set him off, cut the tension that had built up in between you two, and he launched himself forward, yanking you forward to his eager lips, grip bordering on bruising. You kissed him back with fervor, arms sliding around his bare neck - when did his shirt fall off? - and looping around, pulling yourself up. Gaining leverage, you kissed him back until your breath gave away.

Tipping your head to his neck when the kiss burned your lips too much, you felt him pepper kisses along your neck. His teeth scraped down your neck, one of his hands coming up to tighten on the back of your neck.

You moaned, arms tightening around Yoongi’s shoulders, heart pittering too fast for you to keep up -

Yoongi froze beneath you and your eyes flew open, gazing through water fuzzy vision at the clear water that surrounded you both and only then did the situation actually dawn upon you:

You had kissed your gym trainer.

With slow, careful movements, Yoongi brought you back down to eye level. Swallowing, you refused to look at him, eyes trained on the dip of his collarbone and fuck that wasn’t helping.

“Hey.” he whispered, hand coming up to rub soothingly at your arm. You finally wrenched your gaze up to him. His gaze was void of any lust he was full of before, just the usual concern, and your heart sunk. He hadn’t felt anything right? Or was he regretting it? “Go shower yeah? I’ll close up the swimming pool.”

Nodding, you pulled yourself away, somehow feeling colder all of a sudden, and wading over to the edge of the pool. Glancing back, you took in Yoongi’s pale back and your heart beat tripped: he was giving you the space to pull yourself out of the water without feeling conscious of the clinging material to your body. You had said that years ago, when you had first met him. How had he still remembered?

Pushing off the the cement edge and into the cold air, you tugged at the wet material off of your body as you scampered over to the showering room. Teeth chattering, your heart beated in rhythm to your shaking body.

In there, you stood under the hot shower for well over five minutes, swallowing as you thought back to the way Yoongi’s lips had felt kissing and mapping out scenarios over your skin, the way his hot breath had panted into your ear. A hundred and one scenarios ran through your mind and you groaned, thudding your head against the wall.

The ache in your core demanded your attention, and your eyes flicked to the door where you knew Yoongi was waiting for you. Steeling yourself that you’d leave here without touching yourself, you moved to turn off the shower when you froze.

You hadn’t brought your bag into the showers. You had no spare clothes to change into.

Cursing out a long sentence of expletives, you ran a hand through your hair frustratedly before glancing at the door. You had no choice but to ask Yoongi to fetch your clothes for you.

Oh my god you really had to do this. You let out an agitated whine, thumping yourself on the head for being a dumb ass.

“Okay,” you spoke to yourself after a minute, shaking your limbs. “You can do this.”

Padding over the tiled bathroom, you opened the door a notch and slowly poked your head out. “Yoongi..?”

And there he was, sitting on one of the long beach chairs, eyes trained on the water with his hands behind up propping him up. When you called him his eyes snapped to you, flicking down to the bare expanse of your neck before quickly gazing back into your eyes. “Yeah? Everything okay?”

“Um.” You had no idea how to put it politely, or discretely, your cheeks flaming as you glanced down at the water puddles forming at your feet. “Could you get my bag?”

“Huh?” Yoongi sat up, head tilted to the side at your mumbling. “I can’t hear you.”

You closed your eyes, fiercely trying to ignore the way your ears went red and curling your toes, you opened your eyes and looked back at him through the space. “My bag. I left my bag upstairs. I don’t have my clothes. Do you think you could get it for me?”

Yoongi’s eyes widened a fraction when he finally heard you, and you saw the way his eyes twitched to blink down at your neck before he got to his feet. Footsteps bringing him closer to you, he brought his hands down in front of him to pull his shirt off. “Here.”

“W-What’re you doing?” you jerked back, eyes wide and desperately trying to stay focused on his face. Which proved to be a hard task when he raised his hand to ruffle through his damp hair.

“Wear this for now.” Yoongi pushed it into your hands. “I’ll be right back with your bag.”

You clenched the fabric in your hands, glancing down at the shirt, and nodded, turning back into the washroom to change. Pushing the door shut with your back, you rested against it and held up the shirt. It was a simple dark blue shirt, nothing too fancy.

Get over it you shook your head. Just wear the shirt. He clearly pulled away from you. He doesn’t see you that way.

A twinge ached at your heart, and you caught your somber face in the mirror of the washroom before sighing and slipping the shirt over your head. It fit you, showing your legs enough for you to hold your hands down to tug it lower.

Slipping out of the room, you stood in front of the door, hands clutching your wet and sodden swimming clothes, bare feet tickling against the tiled floor. You stared at the water of the pool, ripples drifting across the surface, and you could feel your tiredness catching up to you.

Footsteps made you look up and you saw Yoongi jog down the stairs, duffel bag slung over his shoulder as he seemed lost in his thoughts.

“Found it?” you hoarsely teased out, making him glance up.

Yoongi stopped in his tracks a couple steps away from you, hand gripping the strap of the bag as he stared at you, eyes dark, flicking up and down you before looking back into your eyes.

“You,” he croaked before clearing his throat. “You don’t have any clothes in your bag. Did you not pack for swimming?”

You stared at him, jaw dropping, hands releasing the fabric you were clutching and you crossed over to him, unzipping the bag to peer down and-

Nothing. There was nothing in your bag.

“Fuck.” You swore under your breath, hand coming up to rub at the back of your neck. How fucking dumb were you? How could you forget a pair of clothes when you knew you were going to go swimming?

Anxiety and frustration rose in your body. You were never this forgetful, what made you loose focus and skip prepping your bag the night before -

“Oh right!” it hit you and you threw your hands up in exasperation. “Fucking Kris pissed me off so much he made me forget to pack my bag right fuck - ”

“Kris?”

Your eyes flickered to Yoongi. He was standing with his head cocked, eyes still dark and dangerous, but now his hand tightening on the strap of your bag.

“Y-Yeah,” you replied, shifting from one foot the other, hand slowly drifting down from your neck. “My roommate. I got into a fight with him tonight - ”

“About?” Suddenly Yoongi was taking steps forward and reflexively you stumbled back for every step he took, eyes wide and going up to his, seeing the way his eyebrows were furrowed.

“How does that even matter?” You raised an eyebrow, acutely aware of the cold air pricking at your bare legs and raising goosebumps to the flesh, feeling the cold brush of the wall behind your back. “He’s just a roommate, Yoongi.”

“Fuck do you know what you do to me?” Yoongi whispered, bringing his hand up to tuck a loose hair behind your ear. His eyes flicked to yours and he inhaled, leaning closer till your noses brushed. “You have no fucking clue about how much you affect me.”

The air around you two seemed to increase a few degrees, the limited space decreasing between your chests and you found yourself growing light headed the closer Yoongi neared. Something was bubbling inside of you, had been simmering since he kissed you, but now you needed more, needed to touch him, to feel him.

“You don’t have a clue either,” you whispered back, lashes brushing against your skin as your gaze flickered from his lips to his eyes. When he held a questioning gaze, you carried on, “About how much you affect me as well. Whenever I see you at the entrance you make me feel so light and relaxed and when you kissed me I think I lost it but you pulled away and I don’t know if I’m reading the signs wrong because please tell me if I’m reading it wrong - ”

Hands buried themselves into your hair and yanked you against Yoongi’s harsh lips, pushing you up and into him. Without hesitancy you kissed him back, arms slipping around his neck, his soft, pink lips pressing roughly against yours, making you moan out in pleasure.

Yoongi was pushing you back against the wall, lips never leaving yours, head tilting as he gave you mini kisses before letting his tongue come out to lick at your lips. The weak groan you let out made him smirk, the hands in your hair rubbing soothly against your scalp before he fisted a handful, yanking you back to look him in the eyes.

“Oh sweetie,” he murmured, nose gently rubbing yours as he breathlessly smiled. “I’ll make it pretty clear soon enough.”

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buckymcbuttfacebarnes · 6 years

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Resplendent Retrospection (1/?)

Pairing: bucky x reader

Word Count: 2k!

Summary: You knew from the moment you saw him that this would be something different, something beautiful. He would make you feel...everything. You recount the memories of your relationship in this story of how James Barnes broke your heart.

Warnings: y’all its just fluff here in this chili’s tonite lots of imagery love that a little bit of pining, just a smidge

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It was the summertime when you met. You could remember the setting sun’s honeyed rays coloring his skin. In your mind you saw the the glow of his sun-kissed cheeks. He had a wide smile and eyes that glittered like jewels. You remembered his laugh. It was a sound of pure joy. So harmonious. You remembered him because he was warm like the gleaming light.

He sat near the water on a patch of grass, legs extended. He leaned back on his palms, squinted his eyes in the sun. You could only see one side of his body, his profile, but you knew he was handsome. Though you tried and tried you couldn’t tear your eyes away, for something about him kept calling to you. You answered to the call each and every time. You watched how the sunlight seemed to fall upon him, kissing his skin. There was a whisper of a breeze that rippled the tall grass near him, it blew wisps of his dark hair into his face. He didn’t move them away. He sighed, and you marveled at the rise and fall of his bare chest, the way his muscles shifted beneath his skin.

You exhaled a wistful sigh and he turned his head, as if he had heard you. You averted your gaze down to the unopened novel in your lap in panic. Quickly you flipped to where your bookmark was placed and began to read. Your eyes scanned the page, but it was hard to concentrate on the words with the sound of your heart thundering so loudly in your ears. You waited for what felt like an eternity before you peeked up again, over the top of your novel. His head was turned back to the water now, though you swore you could see the remnants of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You gazed back down at your book, trying to ignore the tug you felt in your belly. For some reason, you could not ignore his presence. Something was urging you to look up again. To see the way his skin glowed in the light as if he were some sort of ethereal idol. You cursed at your own whimsical thoughts, but you were bewitched by his beauty.

Despite your own internal protests, your eyes strayed from the word-filled pages of your novel to take a peek at the beautiful creature that sat only a few yards from you. His eyes were already on you, head turned lazily to the side. He was leaning back upon his elbows now. He winked at you, it sent chills down your spine despite the heat. Immediately you seemed to recoil back into yourself. Head tilting downwards as you stared anxiously at pages of seemingly muddled words. Your cheeks burned with an embarrassed blush.

Breath hitched abruptly in your throat when a shadow passed over you for a moment. Out the corner of your eye you saw movement. You heard the gentle grunt as the a man took his position beside you. You hesitated to look up, but you knew it was him. God, why did you get yourself into such embarrassing situations?

He cleared his throat, yet your gaze remained downwards. Perhaps if you ignored him, he would vanish. Or maybe he might mistake your bashfulness for disinterest...Though it was a lie, at the time you preferred that he left believing that, rather than thinking he’d caught you staring. Twice.

“I saw you staring at me, doll.”

No shit, Sherlock.

“It’s okay, I was staring at you too. Earlier. When you were reading. Before you got all googly eyed.”

There was an uncomfortable silence and you lifted your head, lips pursed. You didn’t look at him though, instead you gazed out to the glimmering water.

“I’ve been sitting in that hot sun strictly for your viewing pleasure,” he said. You could practically hear the smile in his voice. “The least you can do is talk to me.”

“The least I can do?” You repeated with raised brows.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

You remembered the way you felt when he said those words. Intrigued, kind of turned off. Who is this guy anyway?

“What’s your angle here?” you had asked him, eyes narrowed as you finally met his gaze. God. His eyes were so blue. His lips were curled into a smirk. You could have punched him. You could have kissed him.

“No angle, just makin’ conversation.” It was when he shrugged his shoulders upwards that you caught the glint of the metal in the sunlight for the first time. Earlier you didn’t see it, the metallic prosthetic; his left arm. You tore your gaze from it abruptly turning your head. You had hoped that he didn’t notice your surprised acknowledgement, but he did. “It’s a prosthetic,” he said, gaze following yours to the water.

You didn’t know what to say, so you deadpanned, “Oh. I thought it was real.” It was after that that you heard his laugh for the very first time. It was a short-lived musical sound. He had such a beautiful smile. Oh, how you missed the sight of it now.

That afternoon, you talked his ear off. Somehow he’d made you forget your bashful nature, and you playfully conversed with him. You told him your name. He told you his.

“Bucky?” you had asked teasingly, nose wrinkling. “What kind of name is that?”

“Short for Buchanan. But my first name’s James.”

You let him sit close to you, felt his warmth radiating off of him like he was a second sun. He touched your hair, smoothed it gently behind your ear. As cheesy a move it was, it worked like a charm on you. Even at the time you had known that you were falling quite deeply into one of his traps.

You shielded your eyes from the sun as you squinted up at him, he was so close. “I thought you said you didn’t have an angle.”

He looked confused for a moment, but it quickly morphed into amusement. “I don’t.”

“You just tried to kiss me.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Well...you look like you want to.”

He smiled. How could someone be so devilishly handsome? “Doll, have you considered the possibility that you’re the one with the angle?”

You shook your head. “How could I be the one with an angle when you’re the one who approached me.”

“I just picked up on your signals. If I had left it up to you we never would have had anything beyond flirtatious staring...so you’re welcome.”

You could remember your proximity to him. He had moved close, his head blocked the sun from your eyes, allowing you to drop your hand from its protective placement against your forehead. By this time he had put his shirt back on, a white short sleeve. He was probably the most handsome man you’d ever seen...or maybe it was the heat making you dizzy.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” He asked after a brief period of silence, peering down at you with azure eyes.

The question seemed to echo in your ears, your eyes nearly fluttered shut at the mere imagining of his lips against your own. Yes, you had thought immediately. Thankfully, you hadn’t blurted out your affirmation, and instead hesitated, looking up at him with slightly narrowed eyes. There was a hint of a smile twitched at the corners of your mouth.

“I think so.”

“You’re not sure?” he asked, a brow lifting.

“No,” you responded.

“I’ll wait ‘til you are then,” he grinned.

And he did. Two hours later, when the sun was setting you told him you needed to head home. You were standing together ankle deep in the clear water, skipping rocks. Well, he was skipping rocks. You, essentially, were throwing rocks back into the water where you’d found them. They hit the water each time with a loud plop.

“It’s getting late,” you commented with a heavy exhalation of breath. You placed your hands on your hips as you turned to look at him. “I think you’re gonna have to teach me to skip rocks another time.”

He smiled as he threw another rock. It skimmed the water’s surface once, twice, three times before it sank. “So, Y/N...Did you decide yet?”

“Decide what?”

“If you wanted me to kiss you.”

“That’s all you’ve been thinking about these past two hours, huh?”

He answered shamelessly, “Yeah.”

His honesty made you smile, though your did your best to conceal it. You didn’t want to look too eager to kiss him. “Well, then yes.”

“Yes, you want me to? Or yes you decided?”

“Yes, I want you to.”

You met each other in the middle in a timid, but comfortable embrace. He leaned down and met your lips with his and you were left with the feeling of air being knocked from your chest. Your head clouded with the sweet sensation of his lips on yours, and how warm his skin felt beneath the palms of your hands. Despite your muddled brain and the tingling sensation of all your nerves standing on end, you could distinctly remember thinking: I only met him hours ago? How does he make me feel this way?

When he pulled away (very hesitantly), you found yourself trailing him as if you still longed for him. You did. When you looked up he had the biggest grin on his face. “You said you didn’t have an angle,” he said to you.

And despite your dizzy, weak-kneed state, you found a way to deny it. “I didn’t. I don’t.”

“After that kiss, doll, I don’t believe you.”

Even after all this time your mind would flit to that one perfect moment. The first time you kissed him, the day that you met him. The pointless things you talked about, the way he held you when he tried to perfect your rock-skipping form. The smirk on his face when he had caught you staring...the way he had admitted to noticing you first. When he told you you were pretty just before you drove away...

You had rolled down your car window. He was leant against the side of your car, arm resting just above the opening of your window. The sky was purple and pink now. “You should call me sometime,” he smiled and caught his lower lip between his teeth. He looked at you with those shining blue eyes. Damn. He’s really good at this.

“Well, in order to do that I’d have to have your number, James,” you teased.

“Oh, well, yeah. I forgot about that,” he sputtered, shaking his head. He was the perfect mix of nervous and undeniably cool. You liked that about him.

“So what is it then?”

“What’s what?”

“Your number.”

“Oh!” He shook his head again and sent you an apologetic little smile as if to say ‘How could I be so stupid?’ He took the phone from your outstretched hand and put in his number before handing it back over.

“How do I know you’ll call me?” he asked with a raised brow.

“You don’t. You’ll just have to pray you’re the lucky man I choose.”

He clasped his hands together and peered up at the sky in a quick moment of mock prayer, “Please, God. Please,” he began with a silly grin before he looked back to you. James exhaled a smiling sigh, his hand gently thumping against the roof of your car. “I don’t wanna keep you any longer than I need to.” He stretched his hand outward to take gentle hold of your chin with his thumb and first finger, earning a small smile from you.

What a sap, you thought to yourself. A beautiful, wonderful, captivating sap.

He winked. “I’ll see you later, pretty girl.”

Those seemingly meaningless words stuck with you on nights like tonight. On nights where you happened to reminisce. You’d wonder if he still found you as alluring as he did then. Were you still his pretty girl? His doll? On days like this, you could not be sure.

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sugasgrowl · 7 years

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Blood and Mercy

Member: Yoongi x Jin x Reader

Genre: gang au

Warnings: violence, gore, major character death, guns, alcohol, swearing

Word Count: 3613

Summary: There is a rat in Bangtan, but you’re going to fight for mercy.

Sequel: Red and Dead

HI WOW IM SO EMOTIONALLY DRAINED AFTER WRITING THIS. This one shot is based off of my great friend, @papa-seokjin‘s, fic called Tenacious. He and I talk about that universe way too often and this stemmed from a random conversation about who we thought would be the rat in the gang of Bangtan. Anyway, I’m fucked up. Enjoy.

“You’re a fucking liar!” you roared.

Your palms stung from the impact of slamming them against the table. The stone of a heart that resided in your chest felt as if it fell to your feet. Your entire body vibrated with the refusal to believe the utter bullshit that had just spewed from Min Yoongi’s mouth.

He was lying. He had to be lying. There was no way in hell that it could be true.

But the glowering scowl that twisted your leader’s face said that it was the truth. He was the last person you had ever imagined would betray the team. Who would betray you.

“I wish I was,” Yoongi grumbled, lithe frame leaned up against the mini bar in the corner of the room. At his side, knobby hands were white-knuckling a bottle of whiskey. Boss clearly wasn’t handling the news too well, either.

Though your face was pinched in anger, your legs began to tremble underneath you. There was a slight sting behind your eyes. Great, now your body was betraying you, too.

“What...what will we do with him?” you asked, doing your best to keep your voice steady.

You knew the answer before it left his lips.

“Rats get exterminated.”

You didn’t need to ask Yoongi to know what he had in mind, but having confirmation of the inevitable made you feel nauseated.

“No,” you croaked.

“Yes,” he hissed, taking a loping step forward so that he was almost nose to nose with you. “You think I’m not fucked up about this, too? He’s my friend. He was my friend long before you met him.”

If you had full control of your vocal cords, you would have told him that that didn’t matter in the slightest and he knew it. Yoongi may have known him longer, but you had loved him. You shared a bed with him. You knew him inside and out.

Traitor or not, you couldn’t let him kill Seokjin.

“Don’t you dare touch him, Yoongi,” you whispered.

The leader tilted his head back and laughed. Laughed long and hard enough to make your skin crawl and your eyes drop to the scuffed floor. As if he had just heard the best joke. Tears welling up in your eyes blurred Yoongi’s cackling face into a twisted smear of a monster.

“Jin has been leaking our plans to the fucking cops. He was helping plan our downfall. He wants us locked away,” Yoongi took another violent pull from the half empty bottle of whiskey. He cocked his head to the side, face twisting at the acidic burn of the alcohol.

“Do you not think,” he wiped his mouth on the back of his veiny hand, “that he deserves to be punished?”

“Well, yes, but -”

“He’s been working for them for over a year,” the older man spoke over you. “He was working for them while he was taking you on priceless vacations and fucking your brains out.”

If Yoongi hadn’t been practically holding you upright, you probably would have collapsed then and there.

“Face it, babe,” he chuckled, “Jin has ruined his credibility in our world. He’s as good as dead anyway with as many other gangs as we work with. They’ll be lining up at our doorstep to get their hands on him to see what he ratted them out for, too.”

Your lip curled into a snarl, and you sent him stumbling back with a hard shove to his chest. How dare he speak of Jin that way?

“I won’t let you lay a fucking hand on him,” you spat.

Yoongi smiled at you poisonously. Before you could blink, he had you pinned against the wall - forearm nearly crushing your windpipe. You let out an involuntary squeak as the back of your head slammed into the wall.

The pressure on your windpipe increased as you struggled against his hold.

“Get the fuck off me!” you rasped, fingers clawing at his flesh. Black irises locked with yours as your legs kicked at Yoongi’s shins. He grimaced in pain, and in the time it took you to realize what was happening, a radiating sting spread through the side of your face and across your tongue. You tasted the faint tang of blood.

“Since you’re so protective, why don’t you ensure he gets a quick death, huh?” he seethed. He had your chin trapped between his thumb and forefinger. You could taste the whiskey on his breath as it fanned across your cheeks.

“Yoongi,” you almost soundlessly wheezed, “‘m...gonna fuckin’ kill you -”

“Because if I get my hands on that traitor before you do, honey,” his tongue flickered out to wet the wolfish, gleeful hint of a smile ghosting on his lips, “he’s gonna wish he had an angel like you to end it for him.”

“Get the fuck off!”

And just like that, you could breathe again. You coughed and sputtered, knees going to rubber and sending you tumbling into the floor. Through the white stars throbbing behind your eyelids from lack of oxygen, you could just make out Yoongi stalking off in the direction of Jin’s bedroom.

You scrambled to right yourself. No, no, no, no.

In your time as a member of Bangtan, you had seen Yoongi do a lot of horrific things. You’d seen him torture men for days on end, dragging it out as long as possible until they were begging for death. You’d seen him bash a man’s head in with the butt of a gun until it was the equivalent of hamburger meat. You’d witnessed him do a lot of fucked up shit, but he’d always been loving to his men.

And now he was about to kill one of his best friends.

“Yoongi, please!” you called into the dark house, praying that you didn’t trip over anything as you sprinted through the blackness.

You heard the unmistakable crack of Yoongi’s boot kicking open the bedroom door. Your heart flopped against your ribs.

“Hoseok!” Yoongi bellowed. “Wake up and help me take out the trash!”

The younger man stumbled out of his room to see their leader dragging a shirtless and half asleep Seokjin into the hallway by his hair. His pained yelps of protest and confusion echoed throughout the old house.

“We’re doing this...right now?” Hoseok hesitantly asked, barely audible over the sound of Jin spouting off every swear word known to man.

In one swift movement, Yoongi had Jin’s arm pinned behind his back and a switchblade lightly pressed to the column of his throat.

“No time like the present, brother!” he nearly sang.

He forcibly yanked the traitor’s head back until it was almost resting between his shoulder blades. The blade glinted maliciously as it kissed his bronze skin.

“The fuck is this, Yoongi?” Jin hissed as Hoseok’s deft fingers bound his wrists behind his back with rope that he seemingly pulled out of thin air.

“How fuckin’ stupid do you think I am?” Yoongi asked. His voice was low but ice cold. Realization flickered across Jin’s face, fear quickly flooding in its place.

“Yoongi, I can explain -” he was cut off with a swift punch to the mouth.

He staggered in Yoongi’s hold, a moan of pain escaping his lips. In front of him, Hoseok shook out his hand - a tightness playing behind his eyes.

“Sorry, hyung,” he muttered.

Your insides were ice cold. Much, much too cold. You’d watched them commit - and helped take part in - many murders. Even tortures, if it was for the sake of the gang. You knew what was to come, you knew that they would hurt Jin. But seeing it with your own two eyes was different.

“Yoongi, please just fucking listen to me -”

“Would you just shut the fuck up?” he yelled. His black eyes were hot coals burning into you. “Hoseok, help me get him to The Interviewing Room.”

It was as if Jin was just realizing that you were there. His dark eyes widened. He opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off by Hoseok’s fists once again. Two hits to the face, one hit to the diaphragm. The man folded like a card table with a rattling wheeze, broad shoulders curling in on themselves. In the dim lighting of the hallway you could just make out a smear of bloody drool on his chin.

As he leaned forward to catch his breath, Yoongi and Hoseok each grabbed him and dragged him towards the emptied out work room.

You followed them mindlessly, like you were caught in a dream. This wasn’t real. None of it was real. You were actually all out in the yard playing baseball together. Jungkook was showing off as per usual. Jimin was droning on and on about the effectiveness of a bat as a weapon. There was no way that this, Jin being dragged off to his murder, was reality.

The lights of The Interviewing Room flickered on and cast a sickly, yellowish, washed out glow to everything. There was a singular metal chair ominously sitting in the middle of the room - waiting for the next poor soul who would be tied down and fucked up. Silver instruments of torture were spread out neatly across the dresser top and gleaming monstrously in the corner of your eye.

Jin sat half slumped in the chair, still trying to catch his breath. Excluding his ragged breathing, he was quiet. Yoongi stood in front of him with crossed arms - switchblade firmly grasped in his sure fingers.

“You’ve been a part of Bangtan for so many years,” he crouched down to be at eye level. “Why rat on us now? After all this time?”

“I wish I could say it was because I wanted to save people from falling victim to your short fuse,” Jin locked eyes with him, “but that would be a lie.”

“Why?” Yoongi spat.

“The authorities almost had enough evidence on you to shut it all down. They offered me a deal. Said if I helped them out, I could get my sentence shortened.”

Yoongi nodded wordlessly and calmly slid the leather jacket off his shoulders before tossing it to Hoseok. Only a moment ticked by before he tipped the chair back with a harsh kick. It landed so explosively that it made you jump and your teeth grind together. Jin grunted as he fell backward, unable to stop the fall due to his bound hands and feet. Yoongi crouched over him, eyes scanning the bruised man’s face, before he let out a chuckle.

Your palms started to sweat.

The sudden sound of knuckles crunching into a perfectly straight nose made your stomach turn. Jin gasped and sputtered, sending a spray of blood to stain Yoongi’s white shirt. He coughed violently, choking on the blood dripping from his nose and down the back of his throat. His nose bent at an odd angle, the imperfection looking out of place on his handsome face.

“You were supposed to be one of my most loyal men,” Yoongi tsked. “I let you into my home, I fed you and clothed you. Hell, I made you! You were just an accountant before you joined Bangtan. I made you great, and this is how you repay me?”

He let out a dramatic sigh as he pulled his pistol from the waistband of his jeans. Jin blearily struggled to focus on what was being held before his eyes.

“That’s okay,” Yoongi gritted out as he brought the butt of the gun down onto Jin’s chiseled cheekbone. His eyelids drooped as he fought to stay conscious. The fresh gash from being pistol-whipped sent crimson dribbling down his cheek. “You wanna act like an enemy, we’ll treat you like an enemy,” the blue haired man patted him on the side of the face. “Here, sit him up again.”

Watching him get the shit beat out of him felt like you were the one strapped in that god forsaken chair. You could withstand a lot. But this was too much.

You weren’t sure at what point you tackled Yoongi and ended up splayed out on the tiled floor, breath stolen from your lungs, with him looming over you - a menacing sneer on his face. Although it probably happened right around the moment Jin started whimpering and crying out in pain. Had you taken a moment to plan your attack instead of acting out of rage, you might not look near as foolish as you did then.

“What are you doing?”

“Th-that’s enough, Yoongi,” you panted. “He gets the idea, alright? He fucked up.”

“Hoseok,” a bubble of bloody film burst between his swollen lips. The copious amounts of blood pouring from Jin’s nose made him sound like he had a cold. “Get her out of here. She shouldn’t see this.”

You could barely understand him.

“No!” you snapped when Hoseok took a cautious step in your direction. “Jin, shut the fuck up. Yoongi, please don’t do this,” you knew you sounded desperate, but you really didn’t care. “This is Jin that you’re hurting.”

“This is not the Kim Seokjin that I know. This is a rat.”

You clambered to your feet.

“You may be his leader, but you’re also his friend.”

There was a beat or two of silence before Yoongi’s lips pulled into a subtle smirk. A chilling sign of what was going through his mind. He took a leisurely step towards the array of tools sprawled out across the dresser.

“Not anymore,” he smiled as he wrapped his pale fingers around the handle of a hammer. “Hoseok, do you think we should start with his fingers? Or his -”

He was cut off with a wheeze as you wrapped your arms around his neck in a suffocating embrace from behind. The hammer fell to the tiled floor with a deafening clang, Yoongi’s fingers loosening and busying themselves with clawing at your skin. Strangled swears and insults vibrated against the skin of his throat.

Hoseok watched in horror from the other side of the room, his fingers twitching towards the holster under his arm.

“Touch the gun and I’ll kill both of you.”

Hoseok dropped his hands. You knew he had a strict code for himself. Thou shalt not hurt women or children.

“Yoongi,” you rasped in his ear, just loud enough for him to hear. “I’m not going to point my gun at you because I don’t want to kill you. I just need you to listen -”

He cut you off by stumbling backwards and slamming your body into the wall. The brief moment that your concentration was compromised, you caught en elbow to the solar plexus. Your vision tinged with white as all the air was stolen from your lungs. You fought the urge to let your guard down and blindly threw a punch in hopes of making contact. You felt the distinct sensation of your knuckles smashing into something that felt eerily like teeth.

Your vision came back with a few hard blinks of your eyes.

“Fuck!” Yoongi swore with a shaky laugh as he dabbed at the bloody cut on his lip. He grimaced at the sight of bright crimson smeared across his fingertips. He laughed heartily, bloody teeth baring themselves in horrific joy. “You’re a persistent bitch, aren’t you!”

You blinked and he was on you, all five foot nine inches of raw power tackling you to the ground with a maniacal growl. Pain radiated through your elbow and tailbone from the impact, and the cold tiles bit into your skin as he did his best to hold you down. His pale arm stretched across the tiles to reach for the fallen hammer, the handle just out of his reach.

With a burst of strength, you threw him off of you and managed to reverse your positions. His thin frame writhed underneath you in an attempt to escape. Yoongi was faster in combat, but you were heavier, and you used it to your advantage. You grabbed him by his shirtfront and used your knees to pin his arms down by his sides.

“What, you gonna kill me for planning to drain your traitor of an ex boyfriend’s blood like the pig he is?” Yoongi taunted, voice rough from exertion.

A fierce cry permeated the air as your fist made contact with his nose, the cartilage giving way with a ghastly crunch. His black eyes widened in shock at the feeling of hot blood pouring out of his nose and into his mouth. He licked his lips nervously at the sight of the blade of your freshly unsheathed knife. You traced the cold metal across his cheekbone, pridefully taking in the way he tried to follow the motion out of the corner of his eye. He tried to fight the shudder rippling through him at the feeling of you pressing the edge into the shell of his ear, a tiny bead of blood raising to the surface.

“If someone is killing him, it will be me.”

Yoongi opened his mouth in protest, but closed it quickly when you pressed your knife harder against his ear ever so slightly.

“I will kill him. I loved him. I will kill him, but you will not torture him. You will not hurt him anymore. It is still Jin. He doesn’t deserve torture, Yoongi, he’s a traitor but he deserves a more honorable death than that,” you could have sworn you heard Jin gasp, but you couldn’t be sure. “If you want to try to stop me, I’ll kill you. I’ll fight you again and I will fucking win again, because you’re not going to lay a fucking hand on him.”

His bruising eyes locked with yours, and his bleeding lips twisted into a scowl as he silently agreed.

When you forced your aching body to stand, Hoseok scurried from the other side of the room to help Yoongi up as well. You locked eyes with your leader and continued to glare at him, knife glinting with his blood under the fluorescent lights, until they closed the door behind them.

The room was silent for a moment, save for the hiss of you wiping your blade clean on your jeans.

“I didn’t want to do it,” Jin softly said from behind you. “You know I...I love you all.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder, stomach twisting for a multitude of reasons.

“I know.”

You forced yourself to face him, regret immediately filling you. Beaten, bruised, and bleeding all over his naked chest. He was almost unrecognizable. Almost. Even under all the swelling and drying blood, there was something so undeniably handsome and so very Jin about his appearance, and it made your throat tighten.

“How do I look?” he almost teasingly asked. Leave it to Jin to joke until his last breath.

“Never looked better.”

“Yeah, well,” he smiled sadly, matted and bloody black hair falling into his eyes, “that won’t last long. I’m guessing I’ll have to have most of my skull intact to have an open casket funeral.”

You grimaced, “Don’t say shit like that.”

His brows furrowed.

“Why not? I’m accepting death. You’re about to put a bullet in my brain because I’m a snake who betrayed Bangtan.”

You placed your hands on the armrests of his chair and stooped down to his level, a slight snarl etched into your face.

“No, I’m about to put a bullet in your brain because I couldn’t watch Yoongi gut you like a fish,” you gritted out, ignoring the burn behind your eyes.

After a moment of tense silence, you sighed.

“It hurt too much to see you in pain, okay?”

“But it didn’t when you left me?”

Your jaw clenched. You didn’t need the image of his dejected face as you ended things with him six months ago floating through your mind right now.

“You know I didn’t want to -”

“Then why did you?” he raised his voice.

You rubbed your hands over your face. Work had always been your priority, and loving Jin put him before all else. Bangtan was on the backburner, and your possible future with Jin was constantly in the forefront of your mind.

“I lost myself when I was with you. Work wasn’t at the top of my list anymore.”

“Was that really a bad thing?” he asked. “We could have run away. You’re a smart and strong woman, you could have worked wherever you wanted. Hell, I made enough money with my side job to keep us living great lives.”

“Jin, please don’t -”

“We could have had everything,” he mumbled under his breath.

Wordlessly, you caressed his bruised jaw with your thumb. His dark eyes lifted to meet yours as he leaned into your touch, and you gave him a watery smile. Before you could stop yourself, you pressed your lips to his in one final kiss.

His lips were swollen and clumsy, and his tongue tasted metallic and bloody. Even through the gore, he still tasted like Jin. Sweet with the faintest hint of nicotine.

You pulled away and cleared your throat before the tightness in your chest consumed you.

The gun felt too cold and too heavy in your sweaty palm as you pressed it to his forehead. Your whole body was trembling.

“Just do it, baby. It’s okay.”

Your heart lurched at his words, and your fingers shook as you pulled back the hammer.

“I forgive you,” he whispered, brown eyes meeting yours over the barrel of the gun. “For everything.”

“I love you so much, and I always will.”

You pulled the trigger, and he slumped over in his seat.

Everything was red.

#bts fic #bts #gang au #bts gang au #bangtan sonyeondan #yoongi fic #jin fic #bts jin #bts yoongi

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breakfastatwonhos · 7 years

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HP!au fic rec

a/n: these are most likely gonna be updated when we find more fics

A Little? A Lot. by vtaetaem

Min Yoongi and Kim Taehyung are caught breaking some rules they shouldn’t be and their solution isn’t exactly...the best.

The fic in which Kim Taehyung, the current king of Wizarding Korea, finds himself in a rather sticky situation that leaves him enjoying the smile of a certain Slytherin a little too much.

95z And the Horrifically Attractive Hufflepuff Head Boy by sheepishfiction

Taehyung is an unregistered Animagus and Jimin is not that bad at Charms. Jungkook spends an excessive amount of time in the first stall of the second floor boy’s toilet. But none of these things matter, because holy shit, Kim Seokjin.

the curious case of the wolf in the nighttime by gacrux

Jeongguk doesn't know Taehyung, but he's about to. (AKA the HP AU that got away from me).

Boys With Magic Series by Yoongied586

description to be made...

Bet you didn’t know by quartzspirit

Taehyung is a ho for bacon and doesn't notice that something is off. Jungkook reacts too slow. Money is exchanged, pictures are taken and Min Yoongi laughs enough for one year. An ordinary day at Hogwarts, Jungkook thinks.

Spells of Seven Series by SilverAndGreen

Seven students of Hogwarts meet each other through a mystery that takes place in the castle, after which they become best friends. Life seems to continue on as normal, but they don't know that one carries a secret with him; a secret that eventually leads them into something grave outside the walls of their beloved school.

time follows you (and fades) by thebestofme

hp!au - how half-veela!jimin and yoongi fall in love in the Slytherin common room.

(or, two sides of one story: Jimin worries about the effects of his Allure and hides his veela nature; Yoongi loves Jiminie but is too confused by mixed signals to act on it).

Mandrake by sleepychoi

Alternatively titled: Heart's True Intentions

Yoongi and Seokjin, like most of the older couples at Hogwarts, had learned to find little secluded spots to call their own despite the crowded school. Yoongi was also pretty sure that being friends with people like Taehyung and Hoseok made it extra hard for them to find privacy.

Luckily, they had claimed a little corner of one of the greenhouses as their own. They bloomed there just like the flowers did.

Amortentia by Tosun

Jimin didn't think his love potion would actually work.

say the magic words series by heytaetae

description to be written

Shift Spectrum by mintyyoongiJPEG & yoonminaufest

“He keeps screwing up the potion, I can’t work when I have to babysit him constantly to make sure he’s not gonna blow us up!”

“Can you two just– you know what. Yoongi, go switch with Taehyung. You and Jimin are partners for the rest of the year.”

The silence that fell over the classroom could best be described as stunned. All motion in the room stopped as Yoongi felt the tips of his ears heat up and there was that tingle in his scalp again.

All I Want (Is To Get a Little Bit Closer To You) by Lunabunni

The first time Taehyung set his eyes on Jungkook during his second year at Hogwarts, he knew there was something different about him.

night follows you (as it flows) by thebestofme

hp!au - somehow, jeongguk finds himself raising a baby dragon with taehyung. amidst rumors of being the death eaters’ son sorted into the wrong house, he finds hope.

You Smell Like Home by officialkth

Taehyung shows up to class late on the day they're brewing Amortentia, and wonders aloud why everyone is wearing Jeongguk's cologne.

" “My god, Jeongguk, did you lend your cologne to everyone or did you take a shower in it this morning?” Taehyung looks around the room, failing to notice everyone staring at him with open mouths, and takes another deep breath. “Bloody hell, it’s coming from everywhere.”

“Um…We’re brewing Amortentia today, Tae.” "

Blood, Sweat, and Magic by elibanana

This was not how his sixth year was supposed to end. Yoongi was supposed to walk through those double doors to the Great Hall, step up to Seokjin and confess. He was supposed to grab Seokjin’s hand, in front of Namjoon and Byulyi and all the Gryffindors, in front of Seunghoon and Jimin and all the Slytherins, in front of the whole school and profess his feelings. He was supposed to tip his head up, lean in and wait for Seokjin to close the few centimeters of space between them, because he would, of course he would, Yoongi was sure of it. He was supposed to end this year with a boyfriend in the form of one Seokjin Kim, one of Hogwarts’ most talented students and future legendary auror. They were supposed to end up together.

alternatively: a bunch of unexpected turn of events happen to Yoongi in his sixth year in Hogwarts, and he's not sure if he can handle any of it.

rated T for Yoongi swearing a lot.

Bangtan and the Venom of Asmodeus by Honey0613

Seven Korean exchange students have come to Hogwarts. Some are friends ... some are enemies. They have battles and drama, learning how to fight and love. What they don't know is that one of them has a bit of a dark history ...

fantastic beast and where to find them by Throne

Fantastic Beasts with Taehyung as Newt and Yoongi as Tina. Hoseok as Jacob and Jimin as Queenie for comic relief.

Puppy Therapy by gbyesummer (shouldshy)

Curled up next to the gutter is a brown dog, fur matted down from the rain, shivering with its eyes closed. It's managed to at least keep its head dry, tucked beneath the metal spout releasing water into the streets, but it looks cold and tired and something in Yoongi's chest clenches.

The dog barely reacts when he picks it up and strokes the dry, curly fur on his head, just lets out a little huff and a whine. It’s bigger than it looked from a distance, a poodle or some kind of poodle mixed breed, and he was correct in guessing it didn’t have a collar. If it were awake it might be able to sit on one of his arms and lean against his chest. As it is, weak and shaking, he has to carry it with both his arms. He tucks its body beneath his cloak—not a great solution with how soaked it is, but at least it’ll be protected from the wind—and hugs it to his chest.

Brewing Feelings 101 series by feels_train

bangtan hogwarts au featuring dumb boys getting dumber because of feelings.

There's Magic in All of Us (Yet You Enchant Me More Than Anyone) by sobi_baby

Whoever said Slytherins and Hufflepuffs couldn't be friends; Yoongi and Hoseok clearly never got the memo.

You're Stronger Than You Seem by Peque

There's a new program at Hogwarts to bring seven kids from South Korea to build stronger relations with Asia

Min Yoongi is one of the lucky few.

Animagus by notoverthatbityet

The bond formed between the seven young wizards while attending Mahoutokoro, their ancient magical school, is a powerful one, but things are more complicated in adulthood. The past has a way of catching up with you.

and one musn't tell lies by tteokie

Yoongi wants to fly so bad he's ready to break the rules for that. Jung Hoseok is the worst collateral damage possible. (Stop lying).

The Room of Unrequited Love by dyegu

When the new Hufflepuff prefect, Park Jimin, takes an undue interest in Slytherin fourth-year Jeon Jungkook, the younger boy starts wondering if any magic can compare to the uncomfortable bubbly feeling in his heart.

Of Quaffles, Bludgers, and Snitches by lost_things

The International Collegiate Quidditch Tournament is a pretty big deal, and becoming the team captain at Hogwarts is something of a coup but it wasn't something Hoseok expected.

His team?

A Slytherin Keeper with a nasty reputation and a powerful return.

Two Ravenclaw Chasers; one a Third Year hothead and the other his clumsy best friend.

A shy Gryffindor Beater who doesn't live up to the stereotype.

A Seventh Year Gryffindor Chaser who's been relegated to second string because of his Prefect duties.

An insomniac of a Hufflepuff Beater who has more than a knack.

And himself, one of the best Seekers since Harry Potter himself.

He's not quite sure what's going to happen, but he sure hopes for the best.

(Alternatively, Bangtan re-imagined as an inter-house Quidditch team. A story about a modern Hogwarts, their developing friendships and teamwork, and a lot of broom physics.

And Chair cat.)

petrificus totalus by stardots

Seokmin really likes Jaehyun and he also really needs better friends

Hexed (By Your Smile) by sevencts

Little did Jisoo know, he’d phased his way through more than one set of walls.

Audere est Facere by TheJuniorRoyals

Wonwoo was so excited to get his Hogwarts letter on his birthday, until he didn't. Insert Junhui, who will make Wonwoo feel less bad about being non-magic.

Felix Felicis & the Perks of Misconception by TheJuniorRoyals

Ravenclaw Lee Jihoon brews up a batch of Liquid Luck so he can confess to his long term crush, Gryffindor's Kim Mingyu.

live a little by symmetrophobic

a prompt fill for 7fics, asking for markson hp au with jackson as the quidditch captain and mark his much beloved forbidden fruit

Just Lay Back by soft_sweethearts

Baths are supposed to be relaxing. Too bad that word is not in Park Jinyoung's vocabulary.

The Sweets Issue by Aredhel_Alcarin

You may think, as far as Hogwarts history goes, that Gryffindor VS Slytherin quidditch matches are the most intense and extreme ones.

And, well—it’s not that they aren’t intense and extreme. But the point is, despite all that, their matches have nothing to do against Ravenclaw VS Slytherin ones, at least since Park Jinyoung got to be Ravenclaw’s captain.

Late for Lunch by sleepychoi

Yugyeom’s hobby was catching golden snitches, but he managed to catch Bambam’s heart instead.

Soft As A Cloud, Gentle As A Spring Breeze by orphan_account

Im Jaebum is the infamous playboy at Hogwarts. As Gryffindor's Quidditch Captain, and Head Boy, he enters his sixth year with everybody who's anybody wanting to either kiss him or kill him.

It seems like it will be a rather boring year, until Jaebum runs off at the mouth about his sexual prowess and gets caught up in a bet with Park Jinyoung, Slytherin's head boy.

Now Jaebum has to seduce and take to bed anyone of Jinyoung's choice before the school year is up. And what will Jaebum do when he finds himself accidentally falling for his doe-eyed victim?

Choi Youngjae was nobody. He didn't have any friends, any family, any anything. He wasted away his life hidden inside of the library, studying 24/7, until suddenly his life was tipped upside down by a handsome boy with honey-gold hair and a smirk that made Youngjae's palms sweat.

What's going to happen with the two polar opposites? Will they fall for each other? Or will the truth come out and destroy everything?

Chocolate Frogs and Hazy Dreams by yonamjoon

Jinyoung is tired. He's tired of the two loud troublemakers behind him in Charms class. He's tired of his mother pestering him with owls every day about their Christmas plans.

But most of all, he's tired because his mind won't stop racing and ticking and moving. But wizards don't really focus on mental health do they? Not when they're supposed to be smart and cunning and wise. Not when their mind is supposed to be their greatest weapon.

So Jinyoung is tired. And Mark isn't helping.

I Want to Keep You By My Side by kiwiootori

Bambam has always known that she's a girl. Yugyeom has always believed her.

look at me for a sec (don't be too awkward) by turbrolence (shortiest)

in which a bludger shatters jinyoung's shoulder and jaebum ends up volunteering to feed him breakfast.

when i was a young boy by chanyeolanda

Gryffindors and Slytherins Do Not get along, every one knows this. It's bit unfortunate for Jinyoung and Jaebum, childhood friends sorted into the two rival houses.

Jaebum might not handle it very well.

(Alternately: Jaebum makes overdramatic generalisations and probably writes angsty early teen poetry.)

The Line That Separates Us by Tsubame_go

When Jinyoung turns eleven he can't wait to join his best friend Jaebum at Hogwarts. He isn't expecting something as trivial as being sorted into a different house to divide them.

too shy to become your sun by unfairtanktops

sometimes, mark thinks, it's just easier to stay quiet.

(or, the one where jackson is oblivious and everyone is magic)

Bad Behavior by itsonlytime

The year is 1995 and Jackson Wang's popular and well known by the whole Hogwarts, he knows that. Everybody knows that. Leader of his team and probably the best damn quidditch player, out of all four houses. He's just fucking good at it. It's his sixth year and the final exams before the holidays are coming up like a proper snow storm; still he needs to concentrate on having the best game, losing is not an option. Confidence, indeed, was one of his best traits. The thing is: no one expected the damage that a stubborn, rude Slytherin boy could to do him. Someone playing his head like a freaking Golden Snitch wasn't exactly a plan for perfecting his skills.

Quacks like a Slytherin by ichigotabetai

The whole pureblood vs mudblood thing ? It always simmers under the surface. Blood purity might be a thing that's not openly talked about but it's very much alive and well. Baekhyun being completely and wholly muggleborn has always been a target. Now in his sixth year, he gives as good as he gets, insults easily rolling off his tongue because you have to defend yourself even if you think it's stupid and a waste of time. He can now insult a Slytherin pureblood in his sleep, has engaged with verbal wars with almost half of them. It's sort of a thing a Gryffindor does.

But there are some Slytherins who think even engaging in verbal war is beneath them. Park Chanyeol is one of them. For someone so hung up on status and image, he sure has a nice smile which is unfair. Because otherwise, Chanyeol is everything he resents.

make me speechless by misteami

baekhyun was absolutely smitten.

Do Kyungsoo and the Mudblood Muddle by picaselle

Kyungsoo has enough problems as it is. The last thing he wants to do is get involved in a high profile DMLE case, especially when it involves spending time with Chanyeol.

The Best of Friends by oxygenlove

Kyungsoo is a muggleborn Slytherin. Jongin is his pureblood best friend.

Artificial Love Potion by shineebean

Potions class is all fun and games until Kyungsoo’s Amortentia forces him to face the truth.

Sweeter than Victory by Demedicis

It only takes a little bit of Kim Junmyeon, Gryffindor's star keeper, for Do Kyungsoo to lose his cool. Similarly, it only takes a little bit of firewhisky for the seeker to let go of his inhibitions.

Sugar Quill by whenineternal

Yixing is an enigma, a live paradox with his cute smiles and little hands and high voice and his sexy tongue and the provocative way he sucks on the candy and sways his hips when Yifan's looking.

Muggle the Way (To Your Heart) by Changdeol

When among Muggles, do as the Muggles do. And Sehun is determined to, even if he has no idea what that actually entails.

We Need To Test These Suckers Out by indigomini

Kyungsoo works in the Department of Performance Enhancing Magic Research for the Ministry of Magic. He has to test a swimming enhancement spell today, but his test subject is distracting as hell.

lost (but not found) by junxouji

Sehun casts a love spell on the unsuspecting Ravenclaw but he does not expect it to backfire.

You Can Never Tame Me by yagakat

Chanyeol is a flaming idiot and the worst dragon tamer Kris has ever seen.

make up shake up break up by aprilboys

Jongin should've thought a lot more about who he said his fake boyfriend is when he rejected for the umpth time Chanyeol confessing his undying love for him in public, especially since his significant other is no other than his best friend Taemin.

Beware Of The Cat by naomi24

Jongdae is a vicious cat who only wants real food. Minseok likes to remind wizards that owls are the real You-Know-Who. Jongdae simply wants his first love back. And Yixing? Well, he’s just the protagonist.

Disapparitions by trashdemon

Luhan’s a washed-up accountant returning to London. Minseok is homeless. Two lonely people, with no destinations but too many memories, find each other on the Knight Bus.

*edited 8/18/17

#kpop fic recs #hp!au #bts fic rec #will be updated as we find more!#bts #seventeen #svt #pledis svt #seventeen fic fec #got7 #got7 fic rec #exo #exo ot12 #exo fic rec #bangtan sonyeondan #some have smut some do #admin sonnet

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My Fantasy

A Dreams tangibile, can BECOME actual! Dreams become reality. Fantasy's are not tangible, or actual but a fansy Story an impossible dream I GET BLACKMAILED My name is Jeffery, I'm a senior in high school & the MVP Batter. The weekend i missed a game, my best friend Brandon stopped by after his wrestling match ,he never does that. I knew rite then sumthing was up. Anywayz he asks if my folks r home, their not, they're gone for the weekend. Brandon says cool and sits in my dads recliner an throws his cell on the side table. I realize, Oh shit my movie is on the table & he just threw his phone on top if, Im thinkin' , SHIT! FUCK he's gonna see it. I'm thinking of how to explain the movie being In my house. He start saying he's exhausted and his feet are sore as hell. He had gone to the Gym before the wrestling match then straight to the match. I notice he's still wearing the team uniform but OMG he's wearing pair of size 11 chuck taylor high top vans that were leather. {his feet had to be drenched with sweat. I pray he doesn't take um off. If he does he'd see my instant hard-on & how I'd be hypnotized by his socks .} A text message goes off on his phone, i recognize the ring tone it's his girlfriend he reaches for it, an see the DVD cover box "Gay Guy Blackmailed By A Straight Guys." He reads the text real quick an calls his her, he calls her, while talking to her, he picks up the DVD an looks it over. He has a curious confused look on his face. He tells his girl that He's got sum Wrestling team stuff to take care if b4 the next match tomorow. Tell's her he'd just call her tomorrow. He hangs up & turns his phone . I think WTF? *{*{Everything inside these brackets is to describe the pictures on Cover }*}* He flips it over and skims the back. 1st story starts out with: A small town High School's MVP All Star Baseball Player who's a "Closet Case" & he's got a SOCK fetish. {*{1st Pict} So after ever home game, he'd be the last 1 in the Locker room (he had keys & AS DID Varsity wrestling Team Captain ) . He'd check the showers and weight room & if everyone was gone, he'd roll the laundry bin to the benches a long the lockers and pull all the teams socks out the laundry bin while there still hot and sweaty an lay some on the bench to lay on, and cover himself with the rest and masturbates all over all the socks........ {next Pict}well one day he didn't check to see if the locker room was empty & couldn't hear the shower in the wrestling room & the Wrestling team caption, his best friend who is Straight was in the shower. when he's getting out of the shower he's drying off an hears a quiet moan so he wants to investigate, he sneaks up on the sound and sees his best friend Jeffery laying on the bench covered with dirty socks jackin off" .... Brandon has an evil thought - Black mail. An sneaks out the locker room}*}* *{*{Everything inside these brackets is to describe the pictures on Cover }*}* I haven't told him or anyone I'm gay. I'm thinking FUCK WHY IS HE'S STILL LOOKINGAT IT. he has a mischievous look on his face like he's about to have fun at someone else's expense (probably mine). OH SHIT I'M BUSTED. How do i explain the this. He puts down the DVD takes a deep breath sits on the couch and kicks his feet up on the coffee table & says Jeff come sit down we need to talk.I think OH THIS IS BAD. So Tuesday after school after my match I was in the wrestling room showering....An ummm while I was toweling dry I um heard a noise and well I SAW U JACKIN' OFF COVERED IN DIRTY SOCKS.WTF DUDE?(My face turned pale white) So ur gay and nobody knows. So I'll keep ur secret But ur gonna do something for me whenever I tell u to! After every match & whenever I feel like it. Understand! ( I can't believe this, he's blackmailing me. what choice do I have? I don't have any choice) So he tell me to take off his shoes, he shoves his sweaty socks in my face an say "U know u like it boy" & to "get a good whiff boy." Now massage my feet! " I massage for a while he's not looking i run my lips across ur hot toes. Ur hard by now u say "Ok boy u want my socks u gotta work for um, Jack me off, I haven't busted a nut in a few days"after a few min u mumble "Suck it."{u intended to cum on across my face} It felt so good u shot all 6 streams that hit the back of my throat. (I didn't even have to swallow).So I keep sucking, u want me to stop but i don't so u start to fuck my tight hot warm mouth thinking i'll start choking an stop {HA HA. I don't got a gag reflex} 15 min later out the corner of my eye i see his toes curl ,his legs trembling, his body convulses as he shot off load after load down my throat again. ( I stopped countin after the 5th load . Double the 1st round, Unbelievable). He had stored up a lot of cum. (My 9inch cock is rock solid an dripping wet,it hurt. u can see a large wet spot on my jeans, I thought i might have pissed myself.) While he try to catch his breath still trembling he says "Get on the Floor here NOW". He lays on the couch his legs dangling over the end of the couch and had me laying were he couldn't see me,his feet dangled 1/2 an inch over my face for what seemed like forever, I was inhaling the sweet stench of his dirty socks, I felt the heat from his feet, my crotch throbbing, i go to unzip my pants but I'm stopped by a foot, he start rubbing against my crotch at the same time he puts his other foot across my face covering my forehead, my nose resting his sweaty toes on my lips. I start convulsing and opened my mouth to let out a cry of frustration but was muffled by his curled toes in my mouth, I tried to grab my crotch again so he rub harder across my cock in a stroking motion, he won't let me touch my dick. There was an evil sound to his voice wen he says "Should've stopped wen I cam the 1st time, I didn't say keep going Did I. I'm gonna torcher u, an make u squirm & beg b4 I say u can jack-off. Once he let me, he shoved his toes in my mouth to muffle the moans, saying Shut the fuck up! And rubbed the other foot across my stomach and chest, a few min later i cum. I cum on his sock'd foot on my stomach and i hit the foot in my face." He looks furious. I didn't say u could cum on my socks DAMN IT!......... From now on ur my best friend & my slave (Bitch)! I know ur secret & I'll tell everyone unless u do what I say when I want! I saw how u turned yo putty when I took off my shoes and am gonna take advantage of you. An u'll like it. Right }:) I mumble Yes Master, He shoves a foot back in my face ( I convulse violently. He says I didn't hear you. I say louder Yes Master

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heytian · 7 years

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im pretty sure someone else is going to ask you about tianshan, and maybe hannigram too, so how about yoonmin and henry/richard 👀

suddENLY I G2G THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME, I DIDN’T EXPECT this jesus, you’re literally trying to end me here, Monica, but alright ok

yoonmin—

who said I love you first: yoongi! he has been trying to say it for so long but he can’t make himself do it, can’t find the confidence to let it known, nor fight the underlying fear lurking there; but one late night, they’re out of the dorms, just sitting together under the sparkling touch of the night. yoongi couldn’t sleep and jimin found him there, at the top of the stairs, wrapped in an over-sized hoodie and so, he joined him. and at a certain moment, when jimin’s eyes reach the stars and yoongi, who’s staring at him instead, can see the entire universe collapsing in his eyes and before he realizes it, the words “I love you” have already filled the space between them, in a low, warm whisper, that changes everything.

who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: I’m tempted to say both, because they love taking sneaky pictures of each other; yoongi has a lot of pictures of jimin curled up in his bed or on the couch, because the way jimin looks when he’s sleeping is A Sight, whereas jimin enjoys taking pictures of yoongi when he’s either playing the piano or working on a track, completely focused on what he’s doing. so yeah, both.

who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: jimin! I’m 120% sure he would either write ‘min yoongi is an idiot’ or ‘oppa, come find me’, which..... make yoongi’s life so difficult smh

who buys the other cheesy gifts: yoongi! actually, they both love buying presents to each other and I think yoongi is more of a hobby kind of person, whereas jimin prefers practical things. yoongi would buy jimin comics and collections and all that wonderful merch because jimin needs a reminder to take a break and enjoy himself; as for jimin, he’d definitely buy yoongi expensive clothes, sometimes classy, sometimes cozy, since yoongi looks good in anything and jimin loves looking at him. but uh, back on cheesy stuff. well, yoongi would have to die several times before buying something super cheesy ((it was supposed to be easier tf)) and it would probably embarrass him to no end at first. and when he finally does it, he tries to act very very casual about it, keeps his coolness and all, though he’s so close to hide himself under a rock BUT thank god, jimin is smiling so brightly and he’s so so flustered and yeah, everything is well in the universe. buying cheesy gifts is not so bad after all and yoongi starts to enjoy it.

who initiated the first kiss: yoongi, though I’m down for jimin as well, but most of the time I imagine yoongi would do it. again, not exactly planning for it; they share a moment and yoongi stares at him a bit too much, a bit too obvious, and when jimin’s lips curl into the most wonderful smile, yoongi cannot help himself. it just happens. and when jimin kisses him back, god, suddenly it’s happening a lot.

who kisses the other awake in the morning: jimin! since yoongi always stays up until late, he has trouble waking up and most of the time, jimin allows him to rest. but there are days when he can’t help but sneak under the covers and get as close as possible, take in the peaceful look on yoongi’s face and whisper his name against his lips before gently pecking him. it takes more than one kiss for yoongi to wake up, and no one minds it.

who starts tickle fights: yoongi. because park jimin needs to pay most of the time and it’s always a blessing to hear him laugh to tears. but jokes on him, yoongi is actually much more ticklish and when jimin finds out about this, it feels like learning a state secret.

who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: jimin, and boi, he just knows how to ask for it. yoongi feels so Attacked and speechless at first, and then he almost always cuts jimin off with a “no” but of course that means yes. and jimin grins when he catches the hint of embarrassment in yoongi’s tone or gestures. as for yoongi, well, he never asks, he just joins jimin quite casually when he feels like it.

who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: I think they both would. jimin would leave food for yoongi whenever he stays in his studio for too many days, always making sure he has eaten, even texting him about it. and yoongi is very grateful that jimin is basically keeping him alive. and when jimin practices for too long, yoongi always notices and surprises him with a lot of food. they usually end up sharing it.

who was nervous and shy on the first date: god, definitely both. jimin would giggle too much and yoongi would bite his lower lip too often, because jimin is a ball of sunshine and he cannot believe he’s his. I can imagine jimin pulling at the margins of his sleeves out of embarrassment, whereas yoongi trying to be his casual self and ending up spilling coffee or holding the menu upside down and it would make jimin laugh so much.

who kills/takes out the spiders: yoongi. jimin would naruto-run to the next room or instinctively hide himself away behind yoongi. and yoongi would find it a bit bothersome, because he doesn’t like killing insects. but it’s a good excuse to tease jimin about it and jimin calls him an idiot to no end. he laughs, though, which relaxes him (mission accomplished). and maybe before they decide to do something about it instead of staying there being in love, jin would solve the matter and give them a look. but if it’s just them, yoongi would take it out, because he’s a Softie.

who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: aahh I imagine both would do this?? but let me focus on yoongi, since I find it more plausible.. he doesn’t get drunk so easily, so it’s definitely a sight. he would mutter compliments such as “park jiminnie is so beautiful” “park jiminnie is my muse” and of course “park jiminnie belongs to me” and it all becomes a repetitive mumbling of jimin’s name, and jimin is so overwhelmed by this, because yoongi doesn’t always say this much. in such a short time, so openly. he can barely stay calm, as he wraps his arms around yoongi enough to have his face buried there at his chest, and it’s hard to breathe because he feels so loved and so happy. jimin would kiss his hair and they would fall asleep; jimin, on the other hand, he gets excessively touchy when he’s drunk. he would kiss yoongi’s face and lips, every time yoongi wants to speak. he would be so clingy and helpless and maybe, just maybe, a bit naughty.

there you go, Monica. and now I’m gonna wrap myself with a blanket and go hide in the corner of the room, because I feel so (((weak))). I’m gonna have to deal with henry/richard tomorrow, in a separate post (because it deserves an equal amount of attention and I’m still dying over this!! bless ur soul).

#answered #not 19/days #yoonmin #i'm.... i have a lot of ((feelings)) let me live #whew my inner world has found some peace #starlightely

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Pickpocket the Stars - Ch. 4: Perfect

AFF Ao3

Yoongi takes a deep breath as she stares at the mass of white brick buildings laid out in front of her. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought it was some sort of government building from the well-kept lawns, ornamental shrubs, and statues depicting long-forgotten figures that no one cared about anymore. She does know better, knows it’s the middle school where Namjoon teaches English.

She had decided on a black pantsuit with a plain red blouse underneath her blazer. Power colors. No pencil skirts, especially not after Jay’s comment about her wearing them yesterday. She’s not trying to be cute. The same black folder is tucked beneath her arm again, except this time it holds her résumé and cover letter. Not an end this time, but hopefully a new beginning. Her red heels click against the sidewalk as she approaches the first building, the statuary marble plaque engraved with the word ‘office’ shining in the morning light.

The tiled marble floors inside match the plaque outside. Veins of gray streak through the white in broad, dynamic, nonsensical patterns. Yoongi crinkles her nose in displeasure as she takes in the office: White suede couches tucked away in the corner, one against each wall, framing a white wood coffee table; marble shelves inside white wood display cases, showing off all the various awards the school has won; and the front desk, a stretch of white wood from wall to wall, except one of the walls topped with a matching marble counter. Everything’s a perfect match.

She hates it. It feels fake. It looks like a blank canvas waiting to be filled with color. It reminds her of a doctor’s office: sterile. She can practically smell antiseptic. In her black and red outfit, she feels like the embodiment of sin, like she might leave a stain on anything she touches. She approaches the counter, the desk. She can see the entrance into the little office space, connected the the hallway the door to her left. No one in sight, the white, faux leather chair behind the desk empty.

“Hello?” She calls into the emptiness.

Barely a moment after she speaks, the door behind the desk opens, An immaculately dressed woman comes into the space behind the desk, shooting Yoongi a dazzling smile. “Hello,” she greets, her pale pink sheath dress accented with a braided white belt fastened around her waist. “I’m Vice Principal Kwon, how can I help you?”

“Min Yoongi, nice to meet you,” Yoongi responds, taking Ms. Kwon’s extended hand, taking note of her perfect French manicure as she gives it a firm shake. “I heard about your vacancy for the receptionist position. I’m here to apply.” As she hands over her folder, she notices Ms. Kwon’s smile become forced, her eyes flitting up to her hair.

“Yes, well, we’ll add it to the pool…” Ms. Kwon trails off as she flips open the folder, her eyes scanning over the paper inside. “You worked for Prospere Corp?” She asks, clearly stunned as she looks back up to Yoongi. They’re one of the top businesses in the country. Why would you resign from there?”

Yoongi shrugs, forcing a smile of her own. “Just ready to take on a new challenge.”

“Indeed,” Ms. Kwon murmurs as she closes the file. “Well, as part of the employment here, you’re required to have a naturally occurring hair color: black, brown, blonde, or auburn. Gray, silver, and white are only acceptable if caused by age.” She closes the file before smiling. “Dye your hair and come back tomorrow at nine o’clock sharp for an interview and I’d say you have this job in the bag.”

Yoongi thanks her before leaving. Perfect. The applicant pool must be full of overprotective moms trying to keep a closer eye on their kids. She sniggers to herself as she walks out of the school gates. First though, she needs to take care of her hair. Humming thoughtfully, she glances around. She’s not terribly familiar with uptown. She figures all of the salons are good though. Downtown doesn’t have any salons, nor does her neighborhood, and she might run into one of Jay’s goons, or even Jay himself, in midtown.

Finding one is easy. She ducks into the first one she comes across. Close to three hours later, her hair has become a yellowy platinum, bright like midday sunlight, but obviously blonde. It’s perfect. Humming happily to herself, she begins the walk home, debating what she wants to grab for lunch, It’s sunny, slightly breezy and she can feel summer slowly drawing to a close and the whispers of autumn beginning to drift through the air.

Yoongi ends up spending more and more time at the gray colonial as summer fades into autumn and autumn falls into winter. Every time she’s over now, Jay emerges from wherever he’s been hiding to hang out with her and the guys. She finds it flattering, honestly. He’s so handsome and powerful and for some reason choosing to put his work to the side to spend time with her.

Other than that kiss, he’s kept his distance, occasionally patting her shoulder when he walks by her, pulling her into a one-armed hug when he sees her for the first time that day and when she leaves; and exchanging high-fives when she burns one of the other guys. She doesn’t have a lot of physical contact with him. Kiseok seems to be blocking her from it. Why, she doesn’t know. Jay’s great to be around. He’s witty, funny, sarcastic, and makes her feel welcome.

A few nights before Christmas, she, Kiseok, and Jay are in the living room. There’s a fire crackling merrily in the stone hearth. Five stockings hang from mantle, the one on the far right a soft pink, much different from the red stocking on the opposite end and the three green stockings that fill them middle. Jay had teased her as he hung the pink one, saying it was for her, she was part of their family now. She had blushed furiously, hitting Jay’s arm and muttering for him to shut up.

They’re watching a movie. Well, Yoongi and Kiseok are watching a movie, eyes trained on the screen above the mantle. She’s in the middle of the two of them on the couch. Out the corner of her eye, she can see Jay studying his phone, essentially ignoring the TV. She wonders why he’s even in here then. Hyukwoo and Sunghwa had bailed when they suggested a movie.

“Hey, Kiseok,” Jay speaks up, grabbing the remote so he can turn down the TV. “Some of Im’s guys posted pictures online and they’re in our territory. Go take care of it.”

Kiseok looks over at Jay uneasily, glancing around the empty room before looking at Yoongi. “Right now? Can’t it wait till-”

Yoongi cringes back into the couch cushions as Jay glares at Kiseok. “Wait until what?” He asks softly.

An answer never comes. Kiseok sighs as he gets to his feet, ruffling Yoongi’s hair and promising to be back soon. She calls out a cheery ‘be safe!’ after him. After she hears the door close, she turns to Jay to ask him to turn the movie up again. Except Jay’s no longer leaning against the armrest of the couch. He’s right beside her, brushing her long, black hair away from her face,

Yoongi feels the heat rise to her cheeks. Jay’s looking at her so attentively, so affectionately. It’s an odd feeling, making her chest flutter. “Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”

“‘Cause,” Jay murmurs, his lips curling into a handsome smile. Everything about him is handsome. The light from the fire casts him in a warm glow, his nose stud twinkling in the light. It flatters him, everything flatters him. He’s perfect. “Have I told you how glad I am that you joined? That I got to meet you?”

She shakes her head , biting her lip as she considers him. “I’m glad I joined,” she whispers. She doesn’t know why she’s whispering. Kiseok’s out on that assignment and Sunghwa and Hyukwoo are who only knows where. “It feels like freedom here.”

That makes him chuckle as he bring up a hand to stroke her cheek. His hand is cool against her flushed skin and she leans into the touch. “I’m glad you’re here… with me,” he admits quietly. Yoongi feels her heart pick up speed as he looks into her eyes, warmth and sincerity evident in his gaze. “You’re so amazing, Yoongi. You’re strong, clever, and so, so beautiful.” He lets out a soft huff of a laugh. It’s then she notices the faint pink dusting his cheeks. “You’re so perfect, Yoongs, and… I love you.”

Yoongi doesn’t remember saying anything. The next thing she can recall is closing the gap between them to kiss him heatedly, her hands sliding up his chest to grab at his shoulders. He returns the kiss, one hand curving around her tiny waist, the other still cradling her cheek.

When they break apart, Yoongi rests her forehead against his, smiling brightly. “I love you too, Jay.”

He shakes his head, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “Real name’s Jaebeom,” he murmurs, “Call me that.”

That draws a giggle from her and makes him smile fondly at her. “Okay, Jaebeom.”It’s perfect, holding each other while they bask in the heat of the fire and the beauty of a new relationship. Absolutely perfect.

“You’re kidding, right?” Yoongi gripes as she glares at Sunghwa from the passenger seat of the the car. He had caught her in the short stretch she had to walk through midtown to get back to her neighborhood. “What, do you guys get extra brownies points or some shit for bringing me to him?”

“Only when things change,” Sunghwa says with a shrug. “You dyed your hair again. He’s gonna wanna see it.” Yoongi grumbles about just sending him a picture, which just makes Sunghwa scoff. “Like you’d actually send him a picture.” He shakes his head, turning left onto the road leading to the house. “You changed... both of you did.”

Yoongi closes her eyes at that statement. After what happened, she had pretty much bailed on the rest of the guys, eager to put as much distance as she could from anything to do with Jay. “That’s what people do,” she answers softly, no heat behind the statement.

Just like Kiseok yesterday, Sunghwa pulls up to the curb of the cul-de-sac to let her get out. She walks slowly up to the gate, hoping to hear the car drive off. No such luck. She sighs, shooting Sunghwa a bird without looking back.

She hesitates in the foyer once she’s inside, carefully pulling off her heels. If Sunghwa’s out on the streets, Jay’s not meeting with potentials. Realistically, he should be in the living roo-

“You dyed your hair.”

She looks up at the stairs. Jay’s slowly descending, looking like he just woke up. His hair is sticking up on one side, the rest is just a ruffled mess. He’s not wearing a shirt, but has on loose sweats. Yeah, he definitely just woke up. Sunghwa probably texted him to tell him Yoongi was here.

“Yeah, I did,” she answers, crossing her arms over her chest, taking a step back as he reaches the floor. “Have a job interview tomorrow and they only accept natural colors.”

Jay frowns, mumbling ‘that was fast’ before he studies her, his frown deepening slightly. “It’s better than the silver,” he mutters, scratching the back of his head. His other hand moves up to cover his mouth as he yawns. “Should’ve went back to black though.”

“Okay, you saw I dyed my hair, you know I have an interview, are we done?” Yoongi questions. “I still can’t believe you have your guys swoop me up and drop me off here every time I change something.”

“Need to know you’re doing okay,” he answers softly, rubbing at one of his eyes. Oh yeah, he just woke up, all the signs are there. “Said I’d keep you safe.”

Oh. “Well-” Fuck, her voice cracks. She clears her throat before trying again. “Well, you already fucked that up, so I’m leaving now.” She turns, carefully putting her shoes back on before she heads toward the door

“Wait… Yoongs.” Shit. She doesn’t know why, she really doesn’t, but she turns around. Jay’s looking at her sadly. “Will you come around more? Without the guys forcing you?”

It’d be so easy, so easy just to run back to his arms and say everything’s okay, to pretend none of the bad things ever happened. She’s tempted to, especially when he’s like this: raw, vulnerable, soft. The side of him that only she ever got to see, not the stupid, arrogant, possessive jackass he pretends to be. The bad things did happen, though, and they outweigh the good things. “No, Jaebeom,” she answers quietly, turning back to the door and walking out. He doesn’t run after her, didn’t the first time either.

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