#all the others are tighter around the legs and inhibit mobility

[pokeberry5]

TIMMY 🌈

the outfits were a result of anita, cissie and steph's combined efforts

(the red dress was his mom's)

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[jeonggukingdom]

splinters of love • day III (m) [myg]

pairing  ⟶ min yoongi x fem!Reader

summary  ⟶ a collection of drabbles (one for each day of April) based on prompts by an online prompts’ generator site. Specifically  ⟶  • day III  ↳ in which you decide to have a little fun inside the library but Yoongi is having a really hard time keeping quiet.

genre  ⟶ smut rating  ⟶ 18+ word count ⟶  2.072 words

warnings  ⟶ graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, public sex, blowjob, filming, dirty talk, a tad bit of exhibitionism. 

series masterlist  ⟶ here  (links on mobile may not work, if you’re looking for all the works in this series, you can click on the “!splintersoflove” tag and you’ll find them all there!)

Amongst dusty shelves and old books, that’s where your love burns the greatest, hot like a hundred blazing suns.

It is not a rare occurrence for the library’s floor to rouge your knees, merge with the soft and delicate skin as your mouth deliciously wraps around him in a very lewd and improper fashion that juxtaposes so much with the way you portray yourself, or even the place where you have these encounters, it is almost laughable.

And you would laugh about it, maybe to the point of tears, if it weren’t for the fact that your lips are currently very busy giving Yoongi the suck of his life.

Black jeans pooled down his ankles, boxer briefs hanging right above his knees—still delectably hugging his slim thighs—and white t-shirt pulled upwards just enough to show his belly button and the trail of little hair that leads to the price between his legs: Yoongi looks absolutely exquisite like this, an image you’d like to bore inside your mind forever or even snap a picture of for you to remember him by, enclose this memory in a timeless photo you’d keep close to your heart until the day you die.

But alas, there is no time for such trivialities when time in itself is the essence of this brief and satisfactory encounter.

There is a very fine line between the risk of being caught like this and actually getting caught. That fine line is exciting because dangerous and easy to cross but neither of you would actually willingly cross it and face the consequences of it all.

It is merely a game, this thing you have going on between the two of you, a silent agreement that if you happen to find each other at the same time within these four walls, this remote niche of the library will be your play-field.

Today you truly had meant to be a good girl, to go to the library to study and fully prepare for your pending exam and no, your mind, for once, hadn’t drifted to the thought of the blonde boy with pouty lips and peach cheeks and the mere chance of finding him there.

But then, your eyes swept over the tables filled with students and inevitably, they had zoned in on him, on his concentrated and slightly sleepy expression and your heart had practically jumped against your ribcage, excitement immediately coiling down your stomach at the prospect of a good time.

You had licked your lips as if foretasting his nectar on your tongue and then you had made it a point to walk right in front of him and nonchalantly sit at the table right in front of him where there was no doubt his eyes will eventually land on.

A wicked smile twisted your lips as you opened your book and even though your eyes were fixed on the pages filled with big and hard words, your thoughts were somewhere far, far away from the subject.

It didn’t come as much of a surprise that, after a few minutes, his familiar frame caught your attention as he strolled through the library, making sure to pass right in front of your table, and quickly disappeared along the usual corridor leading to your secret spot.

You mentally counted a full minute before following him, your pace relaxed and eyes fixed on the shelves as if you were honestly looking for a tome you needed for an essay or something. And then, you reached him and his smile melted all your inhibitions away.

You look up at Yoongi now as you hollow your cheeks around his shaft, your heart missing a beat as he struggles to keep the soft sigh contained within his lips.

His eyes are fixed on you, one of his hands almost lovingly wrapped around your hair to keep your head right there, between his legs.

Yoongi is a mere friend, you always tell yourself that the next day, when the memories of your encounter start fading away and rationality seeps back in but when you are like this, it feels like anything but.

In these moments, he is yours and you are his and you can fully bask in the emotions ruling over your every little touch, your every little look of utter desire.

Yoongi's head falls back as you take more of him inside your mouth, his hair parting to reveal his forehead and the deep furrow of his brows as his mouth opens in a silent moan that has you turning bolder.

There is something about having him like this, breaking him deliciously like this to the point he's erupting inside of you, grunting almost too loudly considering where you are hiding and the thousands of ears and eyes that could catch you at any given moment.

Yet, it is thrilling to know that you satisfy him so well he always has a hard time fighting it all, especially the cuss words that would leave his mouth in the form of deep growls instead of broken whispers if this were to happen behind closed doors.

"Damn," his voice graces your ears and the blood rushes all to your abdomen, the arousal undoubtedly staining your panties by now with the way he is panting for you, his chest heaving as you run your fingers up his thighs, tease his flesh and then wrap them around the little curve of his ass.

You tug on his bottom cheeks until he is thrusting a little into you, his breath getting stuck inside his lungs as he loses completely inside of you and the pleasure of having you like this, at his feet and ready to make him touch the stars within minutes.

His fingers wrap tighter around your hair and you hum slightly for him, your eyes closing for the briefest of moments as you suck hard around him, giving it your all.

You can feel his muscles tensing underneath your digits and you grasp him harder, lock him into place as you start bobbing your head up and down vigorously.

Your saliva starts trailing down your open mouth, falling on your chin under his intense gaze as he focuses back on you, on how immensely pretty you look when you have his cock deep within your mouth.

Another soft groan leaves his mouth and you look up at him with mirth shining in your eyes.

"Damn, I want to take a picture of you," he whines under his breath. His sudden words surprise you, they make you squirm and shiver under his gaze with unadulterated hunger.

You tilt your head a little to the side, allow his cock to bounce away from your lovely mouth just long enough for you to utter your next words.

"Why don't you, then?" Your lips brush against his turgid cock, your teeth graze his skin and he’s shuddering, cursing under his breath as he fishes his phone out, hands trembling as he opens the camera to fulfil one of his deepest desires.

You offer him a coy smile that makes him bite down his bottom lip and then, you are engulfing him whole anew, sliding up and down his cock so hard he fears he might drop his phone at the peak of his orgasm before he even gets the chance to take the damned photo.

But he does take it, he takes dozens and then, testing his luck, he breathes out his next deep, secret, fantasy.

"Can I film you?"

It is almost a whine, a plea even, and if you ever had a doubt before this moment, it is quickly swept away now when you truly realize you simply cannot say no to this boy.

So you hum around his member, the vibrations making him grunt alongside the silent permission laced within the simple gesture.

He cannot believe he is actually living this, that you are allowing him to do this and yet, here you are, compliant to his very deep desires and it is in this moment that Yoongi realizes how deeply he has fallen for you.

Of course, he does not voice any of this, not right now anyway, but the realization hits him like a truck and leaves him breathless for a couple of seconds.

But then, you are looking up at him expectantly and he gulps down heavily, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down for a second before he wets his lips and turns the camera on.

Your cheeks feel hot under his digits as his free hand moves from the top of your head to the soft and delicate skin to cup it, caress it lovingly with his thumb.

You give him the warmest of looks and he feels his heart burst in his chest, his breath leaving his lungs in heavy pants that seem to entice you even further.

You are hollowing your cheeks around him, batting your eyelashes for the camera and he is teetering on the verge of the biggest orgasm of his life and he cannot, for the life of him, keep his damn mouth shut.

The more you pleasure him like this, the more you look up at him like this, the more he fills himself losing control.

He wants to grunt out your name, make everyone in the library know what you are doing to him, how hard you are bringing him down and how deeply yours he is but he cannot do any of that.

The frustration makes his fingers wrap roughly around your hair once more and you gladly welcome the touch, even lean into it as one of your hands leaves his bottom cheeks to cup his balls, making him hiss.

"Are you trying to make me moan, kitten?" He asks in a breath, his eyes leaving your frame for a second as he scans your surroundings, just to make sure nobody has caught you yet.

You smirk around his cock, the innocent look on your face driving him absolutely insane.

He wants to fill that pretty mouth of yours, he wants to see you gulp down every little drop of him and he wants it now.

So he buckles his hips forward, he thrusts deep inside your throat and you allow him to, you slack your jaw and close your eyes and he records every single instant of it, including the moment his hips jerks forward one last time, a strained moan leaves his lips and his load fills your mouth to the brim.

He watches with rapt eyes as you gulp down happily for him, your eyes never leaving his face as you don't let a single drop out of your pretty cherry lips.

You lick those lips, bite them down to keep the bittersweet taste of him firm in your memory and then Yoongi is disregarding his phone on the ground and he is grasping your face to pull you upwards so that he can crash his lips on top of yours, feel his taste mingling with your own, turning him into a mad man.

He is still panting by the time you retreat from the kiss, a teasing smile on your adorable lips as you push yourself back up on your feet.

You peck his lips once, twice, your fingers wrapped around his chin and Yoongi wonders if this is your way of finally claiming him as yours but he has no time to fully ponder over the possibility or to even ask you that because there is the faint sound of voices coming your way and he has to hastily get dressed, pick up his phone from the ground and disappear from your sight before it is too late and your secret is out for everyone in the school to know.

He offers you a quick and gentle smile before he turns the corner, traces his steps back to his table knowing perfectly well he won't be able to focus on anything else for the rest of the day, or night for that matter.

Thoughts of you fill every corner of his mind and as he watches your frame reach your table anew he finds himself desiring he could seat there with you, grasp your hand in his and let everybody know who he belongs to and you belong to him.

Tomorrow, he silently promises to himself and for once, he has every intention to keep it.

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