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Hobi cuddling a baby is peak uwu for me. That baby seemed to really like Hobi, too. (Soft Suga and perpetually baby-mad Taehyung were also lovely to see.) If and when the time comes, all seven of these men will be amazing daddies. Not fathers - anybody who can ejaculate can be a father. It takes someone special to be a daddy.
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heart shaped ⥠cr. namuspromised
#jungkook#jeon jungkook#jeongguk#jungkookedit#bts#btsedit#btsgif#gif#userkelli#usersky#annietrack#userdimple#raplineuser#rjshope#tuserandi#useremmeline#underbetelgeuse#usermaggie#dailybts#i'm NOTHING without this baby star candy's love#btw i wish this clip was posted more often like it was a few years ago... look how healing it is....... anyway i miss him :(
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bts + reductress headlines pt.14
#if seokjin can make a comeback after an outrageous number of months then so can i. it's a FESTA GROUP EDITION BABY!!#no but can you believe the last edition of this was seven months ago?!#i can because i've been wracked with guilt about it for- well - seven months or so now. but i digress.#hope you enjoy!! - tags for everyone!!#userdimple#raplineuser#annietrack#boongitrack#usersky#heyryen#usermaggie#userkelli#reductress#reductress headlines#textsfrombangtan#bts#now i must admit i've had a couple of these ones sent to me over the years (years?!) so i can't take full credit for this edition#i can't be sure but i'm thinking probably kayla and apryl so thanks very muchly darlings#apologies for the archival bangtan in the middle there but it was the most wtf is wrong with all my friends pic i could find#(i'm lying they're literally all like that)#see you in six months or so i guess? jfc
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The straight up jumpscare I got opening my unassuming Goodwill picture frame and finding this hiding behind the cardboard backing.
#thrifting#shiftythrifting#submission#take a good shit for us baby girl#in frames#thrift surprise#hall of fame#bts
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find something to love in your life as much as namjoon loves music (so much that he makes a heart above his head)
#btsedit#btsgif#dailybts#userbangtan#cyphernet#raplineuser#userdimple#tuserandi#userpat#usersky#annietrack#useremmeline#usermaggie#userkelli#userines#heyginkgo#namjoonedit#kim namjoon#*#bts#i think this is my favorite part of that video#we love the agressively vibing king let's gooooo!#special thank you to kayla for helping me with the caption (sending you a thousand kisses baby!)
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#btsgif#btsedit#dailybts#dailybangtan#markstrongs#annietrack#userdimple#hobi#bts#hoseok#my gifs#no you guys don't understand i need him to be mine right now#baby is back in 100 days<3
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MUSE (noun) : a source of inspiration
in collaboration with @fluffypelusa-blog âł happy 29th birthday, jimin âĄ
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#btsgif#btsedit#bts#bangtan#park jimin#btsgfx#usergif#usersky#usermaggie#userpat#tuserandi#userdimple#userkelli#usersan#raplineuser#userines#userzaynab#*jm#*gfx#*gifs#and at last... as always....#new things have been tried out again! this time proper drawings!#thank you so much d for working on this with me#you're so very lovely and talented <3#happy birthday my baby angel jimin#I miss you so much
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happy 29th birthday, park jimin (ë°ì§ëŻŒ) !
#bts#btsedit#btsgif#dailybts#btsdaily#jimin#park jimin#userbangtan#dailybangtan#usersan#heyryen#userpat#tuserandi#userdimple#raplineuser#rjshope#annietrack#userkelli#usersky#pjmedit#jiminday#***#EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE happy birthday 2 my libra icon !!!!!!!#i miss him so much idk what to do i hope he is healthy and doing his best ;o;#my tiny pocket babie truly idk what i would do without him#the last year of his 20s and he has to be in the military its just :( u kno#anyways this is a HAPPY DAY bc it is JIMIN DAY SO !!!#HAPPY JIMIN DAY !!!!!! lets all stay healthy and happy per jimins wishes uwu#â„â„â„â„
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-`âĄÂŽ- HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIN YOONGI (09.03.1993) -`âĄÂŽ-
#dailybts#btsedit#btsgif#yoongiedit#min yoongi#suga#bts#i love u!!!!#my angel baby cutie sweetiepie#gif
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ghoapxreader in the baby trapping series IM BEGGING đ§ââïž
i think i've exhausted the whole "tampering with contraceptives" thing to death by now so i would probably do something different with them. like a surrogate situation or something, but awful lmao
maybe down on her luck reader is in desperate need of cash, and these two men swoop in to save you from this horrible pit you've fallen into.
you need money. they need a baby.
simple, right?
except the simplicity falls apart when they blatantly tell you they want a natural inseminationâas in, a threesome.
multiple, the pretty Scot tells you. after all, it has tae take, hen.
(and this is the part where you should have run. the moment when you'd be screaming at the television at the hapless protagonist as they walk mindlessly into danger despite the warning signs hanging overhead. but like the oblivious hero, you're too blinded by pretty, gleaming white to realise that the thing you're marveling over is a maw. cracked open wide and full of jagged, deadly teeth rearing up to sink inside of you.
but the problem with making shady deals when you're desperate is that no one really bothers to read the fine print, do they? and by the time you see past their crooked charm, you're waving your child off as they skip up the stairs to school, standing like a prisoner between them as they lean down and ask if you're ready for anotherâ)
but that comes later.
what comes first is message on Craiglist.
one that you spend less time considering it than you should have. desperation, you find, clouds your judgement. blots out common sense. makes you susceptible to manipulation. and oh, how susceptible you are. despite priding yourself on your common sense and keen self-awareness, the overarching issues hanging over your head like an idling guillotine seem to erase that instructive need for self-preservation.
so, when the message itself pops up, you're already primed for making bad choices. ones out of malformed desperation. the barrage of texts from your landlord demanding rent, the ones sent to your family in moments of dire need asking for fruitless aid that will never come in time if the read receipts mean anything at all. the package from HR apologising for the inconvenience, but this was, regrettably, the only feasible option for the company at present, and too bad you didn't sign up for that union, huh? student loans. credit cards.
the measureable calamity of your life manifests itself in the shape of a black cloud hanging onto your aching shoulder, wrapping long, inkstained fingers around your jugular as it hisses the insurmountable figure needed to climb out of this pit in your ear.
sleepless, of course, hasn't helped.
and in that bog you can't swim through, their offer sounds far more appealing than it should.
let's meet up somewhere, comes the next message at half past three in the morning as you talk yourself in (and out) of this mess. talk about things more.
what else are you supposed to do?
job hunting sites mock you with their generic emails, thanking you for applying, and saying they'll reach out within a few business days for an interview if you're a good fit. ones sent off weeks ago. hundreds of them to no avail. it's almost like you're being plagued. blacklisted from the city.
even the fast food chain down the street refused your application when you sent it in, and the help wanted sign has been taped on the drive-thru window since you were sixteen.
it all pushes you closer and closer to making stupid choices, like replying with a simple (nervous, shaky, bile-tinged) sure to the message they sent. i'm downâ
(âand drowning)
but you're smart enough to know better, so you act like it, too.
ping your location to your friends. tell them where you're going. clutch your keys so tightly in your fist that your knuckles just out through thin skin. layers upon layers of safety measures glimpsed through the various articles about how to stay alive.
but all the tremulous air is siphoned from your lungs when you see them for the first time.
something magnetic thrums through your chest. copper sutures running lines from their skin to yours until touching just seems like the most natural thing in the world. and you suppose it is when the pretty Scot folds you into a tight hug, cinching you close to his chest as if he's known you his whole life instead of just several seconds.
he's a thing of beauty. chiselled from marble, almost; David made human when he runs his tanned hand through the tumble of uneven hair along his crown. eyes the same varicoloured palette of a boscage in autumn framed in the setting sun's golden halo.
there's a distinct ruggedness about his beauty, too. one that reminds of you a lion's mane. the sleek fur of a stallion. pretty in a wild way. and as his eyes list towards you again and again, like he can't quite manage his fill of staring at you, taking you in, you think about that wildness again. the hunger in his eyes so similiar to the desperation of a predator fattening up for the encroaching chill of winter. it makes you shiver, but you can't look away
(because you know what's waiting for you when you do)
and when you finally pluck up the courage to glance at the shape devouring the light with his intimidating bulk, you come to quick realisation that if Johnny is the personification of an autumn evening, then the man standing next to him is the tried and true testament that bad things happen after dark.
he's a strange figure, one who veers almost comically into the uncanny valley with his hood pulled over the plain, black ballcap hanging low over his brow. a balaclava covering every inch of his face with the exception of a small, ovaled hole for his eyes. remnants of something ashy smear into the corners, running up the crooked bend of his nose.
he doesn't look like a real manânot with those liquid, haunting eyesâbut at the same time, there's something preternaturally human about him. a stereotypical sense of masculinityâjust one warped around the edges.
with his worn jeans pulled tight over thick, bulging thighs, and the silver zipper of his hoodie resting at the base of his throat, you could easily think he was just another man in the crowd, but it's off. a glitch. a skip.
like mistaking a coat rack for a man in the dead of night.
eerie.
dangerous.
if the man beside him is playfully carnivorous, a basking lion rolling onto his belly at the zoo, separated by thick glass, then he (Simon, Johnny supplies readily when the silence lingers; Simon Riley), Simon, is what it feels like to be followed home at night.
butâ
there's something about fear and desire that are almost inseparable when broken down into a physiological response.
and when he steps up behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his body soaking into the drying sweat on your back, you liken the way your heart climbs up your throat to same as it would seeing a dorsal fin cutting above the waves in open water.
desire, you think, and then catching the white-hot burn of the stare, you add, in a thin whisper: fear.
when they sit you down, and begin to spin a story about how they just want a babyâno strings attachedâyou stay seated in the chair even as an itch in the back of your head starts, nails scraping at your skull.
their reluctance toward traditional methods makes sense when they explain that with their lifestyle, it's impossibleâor the Scottish man does; the other one with a marbled skin of thick, ugly scars on his hands just stares, pinning you down with the weight of his gazeâand this arrangement is the only way they'll get the baby they've been hoping for.
and even though the scratching in your head sounds suspiciously like why you and run, you eat the food they bought for you in the fancy restaurant where appetisers start at $30, and a glass of water is priced at $6. volcanic spring water, the waiter explains as he pours it from a marbled glass pitcher.
you haven't eaten a real meal that wasn't microwavable or cup noodles in weeks.
maybe that's why you find yourself thinking why not instead of no.
they're attractive men. it's not the worst situation you could have found yourself in, even if the idea of parenthoodâhowever brief it's supposed to beâhas bile clawing up the back of your throat, and the bones housing your trembling heart feeling laden, heavy like iron, and starts to cinch your chest shut each day, squeezing tighter, and tighter, andâ
they drop off the first the installment to you the moment your doctor starts to talk about boerhaave syndrome, as if they know the doubts that plague your head when they leave your apartment and the silence starts to mock you.
and that leads you here.
guilt for their situation. desperation over your own. an overarching need to please. it's all a dangerous cocktail that douses over rationality until you're nodding along, accepting their words as gospel until sleeping with themâmultiple timesâdoesn't seem like such a bad thing.
until it happens. until you have Johnny and Simon actively working to knock you up. a marathon of intense sex with the single-minded goal of putting their baby in you.
Johnny drooling all over you as he ruts between your thighs, mindlessly driving himself into a frenzy as he slurres out his desires in an incomprehensible mess of English and Gaelic and animalistic grunts. barely pulling out in time before Simon is pressing your knee down to the mattress, cooing mockingly at the mess his boy made of you. cruelly taking bets as he slides into your sore, aching cunt about who will take first. his or Johnny's? and who do you want, birdie? who's baby do you want first?
fingers always shoving inside to cap the overflow when they exhaust themselves in a liquid-limbed stupor, barely conscious as you tapped out some three, four rounds ago. unable to keep your eyes open any longer as they both came to the same conclusion that cumming inside of you at the same time was the quickest way to knock you up together. ain't he a romantic, birdie?
and it's probably for the best that you passed out before it happened, drooling on Simon's scarred shoulder as he gripped the cheeks of your ass, pulling you wide open as Johnny shuffled forward between his spread legs, eyes riveted to the spot where Simon's cock split you open. the ache you felt the next morning, coming to on a broad chest with fingers stuffed inside of youâshush, shush, just keeping you nice an' plugged, sweetheartâwas almost unbearable.
you expected them to clear out after getting what they want, but they stay. tend to you carefully like you're made of fine china.
orâJohnny does. bundles you up in his arms before setting off towards the bath, finally letting you wash the sticky, flaking grime from your skin, some awful mixture of drying cum, spit, and sweat, groaning in your ear as he pulls you to his damp, hairy chest about how sweet you are for them. how they're going to take care of you.
Simon caters to other things. packs your bags as Johnny scrubs thick fingers over your shoulders, pausing to grasp a sore, tender breast in his palm, hefting the weight up as he feverishly mutters about how hot it'll be to watch you feed their baby. an' maybe you'll let him have a little taste, tooâ
and when you finally emerge from the bath, sorer between the thighs than you were when you woke up, another mess pooling in the gusset of the panties he pulled up your legs, Simon's waiting, eyes riveted to your belly. staring at it with so much hunger, a cold sweat breaks out along the nape of your neck.
in the grand scheme of things, the threesome is the easy part. the hard part comes when they turn the arrangement into a prison, locking the shackles around your wrists when the pregnancy test comes back positive a few weeks later.
they're only doing what's best for their baby, they say, when they move you out of your apartment and into theirs. the cut lease was the only way to do it, Johnny says, shrugging. why make you pay for something you aren't using anymore?
and maybe if your head was thickened with a fog, you'd have questioned the phrasing, but as it stands, pregnancy, even as early as this one, adles you. leaves you a syrupy mess of emotions that they take turns exploiting. aren't you so lonely all by yourself, hen? don' ye want a family?
aren't they good enough for you?
it's less subliminal messaging and more overt coersion. what are you going to do after this? where will you go with your lease cut? and when the funds run dry? what then?
gonna find another couple to knock you up? Simon hisses, mangled hands mauling your belly, pinching and squeezing the flesh as if he could feel the fragile box their happiness is housed inside. should jus' stay with us if that's the case, birdie.
but it's all so sweet, in its own wayâ
(âsweet like a parasite nesting inside of it's host.
but at least you'll never be lonely.)
they stand by the fact that they're looking out for you. that they care. that they can't do much else but idle and watch your body evolve into something new (an' magnificent, Johnny breathes, kissing this unfamiliar shape you call home) and it grates at them because they're not used to feeling so useless, so can't you just let them do this for you? take care of you in all the ways they see fit? like cutting your lease and giving you a better place to stay. handing in your resignation from that shitty nine to five that wore you down to the bone. culling out the annoyances in your lifeâthe friends and familyâwho kick up needless fits over your wellbeing, and just stress you out more than you need to be.
they're not good enough for you, is what Simon says when you ask why he blocked them from your phone, Johnny hovering by the doorway with his arms folded over his chest. barring the exits, you'll realise later. but what comes first is fear, is anger, isâ
happiness. maybe. or some broken, fragile facsimile of it. a subpar humuliculus masquerading around as if it was realised flesh and bone.
"oh," you say, and think you should be touched by his care, his concern, and so you are. shape this emotion from the sludge that pools at the bottom of your chest, running fingers through the muck to find pieces of gold. and then: "thank you, Simon."
it's sweet. or it could have been if it didn't spiral out of your control when they systematically dismantle your entire life until all you're left with is loose sediment slipping through your fingers. the foundation itself soften clay they shape into the image they've been after with the whole time: you.
(or more specifically, a momma for their baby.)
and when they ask you, at the end of this thin, fraying tether, if you want to be with themâan equal, a motherâand be a mother again for them, there's nothing else you could say except yes.
nothing because they made it so.
#a more literal spin to âbaby trappingâ lmao#ghoap x reader#double p with brief hints of somno manipulation social isolation its implied that Ghoap ruin your life from bts too
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no yoonkitten yoonkittened the way this yoonkitten yoonkittens
#how white washed he is in this video i hated it sm TT#could say baby bat too#bts#btsgif#dailybts#btsedit#yoongi#min yoongi#bts yoongi#suga#bts suga#rékagif#usersky
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PARK JIMIN & KIM NAMJOON âł MMM (Mini & Moni Music)
#jimin#namjoon#park jimin#kim namjoon#rm#minimoni#bts#btsedit#btsgif#bangtan#bangtan*#gif#userkelli#usersky#annietrack#userdimple#raplineuser#rjshope#tuserandi#useremmeline#usermaggie#dailybts#he reassuring joonie saying that is okay for him to show his own colors... oh baby you're so right#i'm so glad we have jimin in our lives...#we will be okay and we will be here for each one of you#it's okay not to be okay#i wanna hug them đ
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lollipop (3tan) (m) | myg
title: lollipop (m) | part one: summer bbq pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongiâs interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call | busted | broken (pt. 1) | broken (pt. 2) rating/genre: m (18+) ; fluff , smut ; brotherâs best friend au, implied age gap au summary: after the summer cookout ends, you say goodnight to your brother and his best friend. but the latter just had to have a lollipop in his mouth⊠and had to make you aware of it hours later. note: this is part two of the three tangerines drabble summer bbq! undisclosed whether these are in the main storyline or not, so itâs a standalone for now. note 2: also..... hope y'all read this in private :))) hahahah warnings: yoongi is the biggest warning, but reader almost inches him out heređ€, no joke we may need to form a new line for reader, kissing, hella kissing, a mirror makes an appearance.. đ«Ł, tense situations, tender moments, lollipop gets its own warning iâm so serious, cocky yoongi lolll explicit warnings: under the cut! drop date: july 22nd, 2024, 7:17pm est word count: 7.3kđđđ
explicit warnings: food play (just roll with itđ), oral sex (m/f rec), masturbation, the struggle to keep quiet is real, mirrors are involved lord have mercy, spanking, breast play, multiple orgasms, yoongi hands, choking, fingering, face f*cking, titty shotsss, a little bit of manhandling and roughness but we love itđ€đ€, aftercare and cute cute reader afterwards
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Itâs not long until youâre snuggled under your covers, every limb in your body relieved to be at rest. From getting ready, cooking for hours, to general host dutiesâall while trying to avoid sin in human formâyouâve completely exhausted your living battery.Â
But for some reason, sleepiness is out of reach.Â
Tiredness? For sure. But sleep seems to elude you, and you toss and turn before giving up and turning your television on.Â
Itâs after you get through two episodes of something random and endless doomscrolling that you get a text.Â
From the last person that should be texting you right now.
And your heart slams on every brake it has.
Yoongi [2:37am]: You up? Â
Umm.
What.
Why is he asking you that? Itâs quite possibly the worst time and type of message to receive right now.Â
Donât overthink it. He probably just needs extra hands to drag your brother back to his room again.
You [2:37am]: mmhmmÂ
You [2:37am]: you need me for something?
With a sigh, you rest your phone by your side.
The last time that happened was so long ago. Back when you were fighting off sickness and absentmindedly grabbing tangerines to snack on.
You wonder what that man wants this time around.
Yoongi [2:37am]: Haha nah
Yoongi [2:37am]: Just curious
Well thatâs interesting.
Is he still in the backyard? Somewhere in the house? You knew he was staying over, but is he in the guest room with Jimin lying down like you are?
Why is that making your soul squeeze?Â
You [2:38am]: yeah i am. canât sleep :\
After hitting send, you feel more awake than ever, staring at your ceiling changing hues from the light of your tv.Â
It kinda hurts knowing Yoongiâs the closest he could be tonight.Â
On one hand, you still remain feeling safer than ever, having all of them here. But on the other, youâd much rather Yoongi be right next to you, heart beating under the same covers and eyes covering you in moonlight.
Heâs so close and yetâŠÂ
So damn far.Â
Yoongi [2:39am]: Same.Â
Your arm slings right over your eyes.
How is one word from him enough to make your legs shift? That is something that needs to be studied, but alas, you would only be the subject if someone paid you for it.
What do you say now? You miss him so much it practically hurts? You want him to be lying next to you even though itâs the riskiest thing in the world?
Maybe start slow.
You [2:40am]: did you have fun today?Â
Shit, was that a little too slow? Abnormal? Itâs not like you two have as much small talk as other people. Though you wouldnât mind any type of talking with him at all, casual small talk just isnât on the list of defaults.
When you check the next text you get, itâs hard to keep your phone from falling onto your face.
Yoongi [2:42am]: Iâll tell you if you open the door :)
Huh.
So much for starting slow what the fuck!Â
You [2:43am]: ???
You [2:43am]: front door?Â
Yoongi [2:43am]: Yours
There have been many times in which this man has made you speechless. Some just for being so heartstoppingly handsome; others for being the most considerate person youâve ever met.
But this time?
You canât even form all the reasons why you canât form words.
You [2:44am]: ?????
Yoongi [2:44am]: đ€š
Yoongi [2:44am]: Feel like this is pretty easy stuff, dollÂ
What is happening? What possessed your brotherâs legitimate ride or die to stand at your door while still in the same house? When other people are also staying over?
Youâre so close. Heâs right there. You can see a slight shadow underneath the wooden frame and itâs making your stomach silly.
But you have to be sure.
You [2:45am]: is he asleep?Â
Yoongi [2:45am]: Yeah heâs outÂ
Getting up, you already miss the warmth of your sheets as you tiptoe towards the only thing separating you from the man youâve yearned for all day long.
Fuck. If this isnât the worst decision youâre ever gonna make in your life.
But damn it, you already knew you were gonna let him in as soon as he asked.
After checking what youâre wearing before knowing it doesnât matter, you open your door while fearing what it reveals.Â
And Yoongi slowly enters through the nightâfreshly showered, still studded with jewelry, and decked in clean clothes while dirtying your mind to hell.
Because of the goddamn lollipop in his mouth.
âWhatâs going on,â you whisper, knowing your brother could wake up at any second. Maybe. Possibly. Everything bad is always possible when youâre paranoid about itâespecially since Yoongi is in your room! âWhat are you doing?â
Your secret wastes no time as he quietly shuts and locks the door, hair shifting down his head in damp waves as he takes out the sucker,
âThis.â
Silent, he pulls you in slow for a kiss, melting you down with ease. When he presses you into one of your walls, you know the only thing propping you up is his pelvis molding with your front.Â
Already, your senses are on high alert, wondering how long Yoongi plans on staying because as much as you want him here forever, you still want him in one piece.Â
But itâs getting hard to concentrate on consequences and scenarios when this man is infiltrating your every thought. His lips feel like summer and his fragrance reminds you of spring, and you immediately know itâs that subtly scented body wash you picked to put in the guest bathroom.Â
Strange. You both have now used each othersâ soap and showers. That has to mean something intimate, right? How many people can say that about one another and not look into it too much?
Well, he technically hasnât used the shower in your bathrâ
âYou looked great today,â Yoongi whispers into your neck.Â
His kiss there renders you speechless for what seems like eons. Today. Uh huh. What were you thinking just now? âThank you,â you finally sigh, relishing in the way heâs holding your side. âSo did you.âÂ
âThanks.âÂ
âI mean.. You always do, so. Nothing new there.â
Yoongi quietly huffs a laugh before tugging your hips. But he doesnât say anything in return, and you wonder if he didnât have an answer or just didnât feel the need to.Â
So your nerves fill the space again. âIs it weird that I missed you? You were here the whole time.âÂ
âMm.â His kisses traverse up your shivering throat, and his raspy answer has your eyes fluttering shut, âI get that.â
Fuck, you canât deal with him. âIs.. Is that so..â
âPeople miss me all the time.â
A snort. âAss.â
Yoongi immediately laughs into your skin. âBut they arenât here now, are they?â When you donât respond with anything substantial, he squeezes the side of your ass. âAre they.â
âNo,â you hitch out. âBut you shouldnât be here, either.â
âTell me to leave then.â
Shit. You canât. You both know you canât. You try so hard to stifle a moan when you feel Yoongi grip an asscheek, his lips finding your ear at the same time he gives a firm smack.
âDo it, doll.â
âIâŠâ Fuck, heâs surrounding you and thereâs no way no way out. âI canât.â
âGood.â Yoongi then slides your hand from his side down to his legs, placing it on his very big, very hard length. âCus I canât fucking stay away from you.âÂ
You grip him through his pants, pleased when he moans deep. âWhat if he wakes up?â
âHe wonât,â your handsome rebel purrs. âDrank for hours.â
âYou sure?â
âCourse I am.â Yoongi slides a finger along the outline of your breasts. âHe tried to keep up and lost.â
âTypical.âÂ
He keeps doing exactly what you want him to do. Itâs quite scary how well he knows your body now, but youâd also like to think you have a good level of knowledge with his.
Especially when you reach up to twist his nipple.Â
A groan mixed with dark chuckles has your knees shaking, and you prolong it by doing something else you knowâor think you knowâhe likes,
âI think youâd like it if I kicked you out now.â
The volcano inside Yoongi rumbles. âIs that so?â
âIt is,â you huff out in mock triumph, loving how his cock twitches against your hand. âOr am I wrong?â
He flicks his eyes to yours before holding a gaze. A look so telling, and full, and searing. When his mouth flicks upward, he admits,
âIâd love it.â
Laughing as softly as you can, you stop to simply hug him. Leaning forward until your head rests, feeling the most at home and happy hearing his own amusement vibrating through his clothes.Â
And just like that, youâre conflicted.Â
What the hell are you doing? Even though passed out and sloshed, your brother could still wake up. Itâs not like heâs totally gone. And if he catches his best friend in your room? Thereâs no telling what damage could be dealt.
Actually, the damage could be told in gruesome detail.
But the way Yoongiâs filling the distance from today, you really donât want to stop. In fact, you donât even want to pretend to shoo him off.
So this is your first step onto a precarious, unpredictable tightrope. A step you are very okay taking.Â
âBabe?â
Shit, you got lost again. When you find your way back, Yoongiâs concern materializes at once,
âIf you really arenât downââ
âFuck it.âÂ
Your kiss digs into his face so hard you strike gold, rewarded with a growl so potent it disrupts your core. Lightning zaps through your veins at the hands squeezing your hips, and you buck with a desperation thatâs been stockpiling all day long.
Sliding along the wall, you notice that Yoongi tastes like alcohol and sugar, and you wanna lick every crevice you can reach, drunk off his cockiness and audacity alone.Â
Itâs no use fighting this. Heâs really in your room, making out with you like a demon while the house is filled with your brotherâs sleeping friends.
Fuck, you two could really get caught here.
The swirl in your belly keeps you on your toes, transforming your movements into sharp, hasty tugs on his clothes, hemlines, hair. Youâre practically acting like youâve never had him before and want to make up for all those missed opportunities.
Not like itâs any different every time.
But youâre quelled by a calm hand on your wrist. âAs much as I like you like this,â Yoongi whispers across your cheek, âYou canât be too loud, baby girl.â
Your silent question mustâve escaped past your teeth. Because you hear a deep chuckle before shivers run down your spine,
âIf you arenât quiet enough Iâm gonna fix that.â
Oh. Fuck.
âI didnât even know I was talking,â you admit, body creasing in embarrassment and a bit of nervous laughs. Your grin cannot be contained by the fingers you slide up to cover it. âOh, my god.âÂ
âWhat?â Yoongiâs devilish look is even more potent in the flashing lights of your television. âYou serious?â
When you scrunch in deeper admittance, he flashes teeth with a wider smile than yours. Itâs a prelude to the way he launches your heartbeat, his scent mesmerizing and his fingers lethal on the back of your neck.Â
âAdorable.â
You groan into his swooping kiss, the rush of a thousand rivers carrying you to bliss. Breaths intertwined, the pair of you canât seem to part until Yoongi accidentally shoulders something at his side.
Your mirror? When did you both travel so far that you got here?Â
He lets off with a pop to steady the wavering furniture piece, pausing to make sure itâs stable before looking at the movie playing nearby.
And you watch in curiosity as he backs further into your room, eyeing himself in the mirror while slotting the sucker back into his mouth.
God. How did you forget he was still holding that?
And why canât you move even as he turns around, even as he glances at the tv, even as he sits on the edge of your bed?
Move. Walk. Do something!
In the end, you canât.
Because Yoongiâs stare alone gives you first time jitters, like youâve never even conversed or much less slept with him before.Â
How the fuck are you gonna get through the night?Â
Swallowing and shooting one more look at your door, you pad your way to him, knowing he sees your nipples poking through your shirt and assuming thereâs not much else youâre wearing.Â
And heâs right.Â
As you stop at Yoongiâs knees, you watch as he gives the lollipop another slow suck, groaning at the red smeared across his tainted lips.
Thatâs it. Itâs decided. Thereâs no way youâre making it out alive.
âGet up here.â
Obliging but unhurried, you mount his lap, your heart skipping at the way he enjoys your shirt riding up your thighs.
So that damn sucker is gonna stay in his mouth?Â
Min Yoongi is your enemy tonight.
Your nemesis, in fact. Even if he slides both free hands up your ass like that fuck he squeezes so expertly. Fuck.Â
Itâs keeping everything in you to hide your moan, your head falling forward as he slightly lifts you to drop you onto his comfy sweats.
When he chuckles in your ear, your muscles lock. And when he pops the lolly out of his mouth, you crumble at his mercy. âYou were lucky to be off-limits today, doll.âÂ
âWhatâŠâ You tense at another grip to your ass. âWhat do you mean.â
As you eye the silver around his neck, Yoongiâs smirk pours weight on your legs. âIf you werenât? Thereâs no telling what I wouldâve done.â
You donât think youâve ever gulped so deeply. What toe-curling secrets is he hiding? Today could have gone a much, much different route depending on what heâd spill. âTell⊠Tell me anyway.â
âYou sure?â
âYes.â
The man below you huffs quick, and you watch the corner of his mouth lift at a dangerous angle. âWouldâve kept you in that bathroom,â he divulges, voice dragging across the rattled surface of your brain. âBent you over the sink.â Â
Your breath hitches when he gets close, lips caressing your ear but words striking through your chest, âJust so you could watch me fuck you in that sundress.âÂ
âFuck.â
âUh uh,â Yoongi coos, chuckle so, so deep. âQuiet, baby girl.â
âI justâŠâ Itâs already hard to think around this demon of a person. But itâs even more difficult when heâs got your ear in his teeth. âWait.âÂ
As he pulls away, the light of your television highlights his features. And you find that this specific, comforting look of attentiveness is what attracts you the most.Â
Now that you can think clearly, you remember exactly what you were gonna do. Itâs simple but significant nonetheless.Â
Because your dress from today is in the laundry already. But that doesnât mean you donât have another one. Another very particular one he may remember, in fact.Â
âGo over there,â you whisper, smile wide as you dismount. âTurn around.âÂ
When he wordlessly asks what youâre up to, a single finger presses against your lips before you assure, âJust trust me.âÂ
The way his brows scrunch makes your cheeks hurt as you watch him get up and swivel, endeared by the casual lean on your wall and the lollipop stuck in his cheek. Just as his head falls in waiting, you slip into your closet, darkness getting even darker as you enter.
Due to an afterthought, you pop your head out. âNo peeking in the mirror.â
âUh huh.â
Satisfied, you go back to your lightless search.Â
You know exactly what youâre going for. Itâs too easy for you to locate your chosen piece of clothing before stripping and changing as orderly as you can.Â
Okay. This is okay because youâre alone, right? No one else is here. Technically. Okay.
As you make your way out, a million nerves pop and fizzle under moonlight. The air surrounding your bare shoulders proves charged. Electric enough to send shivers down to your pedicured toes.
Composing yourself before you break, you softly catch his attention as you eye the sucker poised in his fingers,
âReady.â
The moon waits.
Your breath follows.
And when Yoongi turns, you know youâll never forget this moment. It feels exactly like the time in that restaurant long ago, but more potent. Shimmering.Â
Because youâre wearing the same sundress he witnessed you in on the night of Domâs party.Â
And youâve never been so delighted to see the stars in his eyes go dark.
You expect him to call you over. Whether with words or not, youâre gonna do whatever he wantsâbecause itâs what you want⊠tooâŠ
Yoongiâs aura billows as he closes the distance himself. No words. No gestures. Just step by breath-taking step, air around him so charged and commanding that your knees threaten to buckle.Â
For reasons you wonât admit, your mouth canât even create sounds. All you want to ask is if he likes the dress, or if he even cares you arenât as dressed up as before.Â
Of course he wouldnât give a single shit. But you canât stop yourself from these thoughts just yet.Â
Swallowing, you stare as he rolls the sucker in his mouth, eyes in no other direction but yours. âYou, umm. Does this one work instead? The other one is in theââ
Quick isnât fast enough to describe whatâs happening, your shoulders pressing into the nearest wall as your lips get consumed by lust and possession. Everything in your body tingles, and for a split second you wonder how Yoongi managed to swing you around so swift with barely a sound.Â
Stars fly from your eyes before they slip shut, pouring want onto his veins as he circles strong arms across your waist. Sparks erupt the scant distance between your hips and his, and you are once again reminded why you feel so high-strung.Â
There are so many people staying over. Not just Yoongi and Jimin. From what you can recall, at least ten people are passed out around the house, any of which could wake up for a bathroom break or something at any second.Â
And yet. You will not tell this man to leave. Truthfully, this is exhilarating and all youâre doing is kiâ
âGet down there.â
Oh, fuck.Â
This is the new point of no return.Â
If you do this, not only will Yoongi be a goner, but so will you. Both of you would never, ever come back from this.Â
But that fucking lollipopâŠ
Screw everything to hell.
Your smile grows with his, lip bitten in the throes of your newfound excitement. You already feel how rock solid he is through his pants, and you make it a point to stroke him on the way to the ground.Â
Thereâs so little room that your ass skims the wall, your chest the second part to slide along his covered length and causing him to groan out a curse.Â
Is there a shift here? Did you change the whole dynamic with one move? Maybe youâre the one with the power now.Â
âLook at me.â
Ah. Maybe not.
Obedient, you stare upward, catching the fire in Yoongiâs eyes as he gives the sucker one more pass in his mouth.Â
God, he makes it look so enticing. Itâs just a piece of candy but youâve never been this desperate to have one, too. Or be the one treated with his tongue like that goddamn does he have to make it seem so erotic?
With a pop, Yoongi releases the stick, lips shiny and tainted in the television lights. When he lowers it, you realize itâs descendingâfarther and fartherâuntil it stops in front of your face.Â
And shivers overtake you.
âSuck.âÂ
Well. Youâve never done something like this before. In all the relationships youâve been in, you have never experienced anything like this. Much less in your own house.Â
Which makes your eyes flare and the monster in your belly rumble, fire hissing from its nose and prying your mouth open to do exactly what you were told.Â
âThatâs my girl.â
Sugar coats your tongue immediately. Glowing, the heat in your core stokes embers, warning with each loll, each cave of your cheeks. You treat the candy so tenderly Yoongi will deny jealousy, and your lips pucker and puff with a sheen.Â
Are you glistening as much as his eyes? Are you causing him as much grief as he has put you through?
You damn well hope so. Yoongi isnât the only one thatâs gonna unleash his needs from the whole day.Â
So you keep sucking with closed eyes, swirling your tongue around the lolly and licking it just how you would his tip. It tastes like sweet rebellion, but also late nights with your friends. And with a fleeting thought, you know said friends would grill you if they ever found out this was happening.
Maybe Tae would just laugh his ass off.Â
Fuck, this is so unbelievably risky. Your door is locked, sure. But the guest room is still very much missing an occupant and one look in there and at Yoongiâs car in the street would cause an eruption.
Through the haze of your thoughts, you hear shuffling and a low droning grunt.Â
With one glance, you know Yoongi is crumbling. The shadowed promises under his bangs make you preen, and you remain on the precipice of anxiousness and glee.
âKeep that tongue out for me.â
Clearly, he doesnât give a shit about risk.
So gladly, you oblige, flinching when the lollipop is replaced by something youâre much more familiar with, and your eyes bat on instinct as you know exactly what to do with this one.
When did he shove his pants down? Were you that lost in your sticky treat that you didnât even notice?Â
Doesnât matter. You feel his beautiful weight on your stained tongue and itâs second nature to pleasure. When you grab hold of his base, you give one more suck before popping him out of your mouth to lick down.
For someone thatâs been shushing you, Yoongiâs groan is not quiet, and you pause just in time to see him grit his teeth with a nose scrunched to hell.
And his attention is sideways. What is heâŠ
Oh. Fuck.
You can see yourself in your mirror on the other wall.Â
Is that⊠you? The one looking back with a visage so arousing your breath stops? If this is the person that Yoongi brings out you actually feel your confidence inflate like a parade balloon.
âSo fucking hot.â
When you laugh in shyness, his eyes slide shut in agony as he rakes through his hair. Crumbling inside, you offer a compliment of your own,Â
âYouâre so unfair when you do that.âÂ
Yoongi has the audacity to grin wide as he grips his long strands. âThis?âÂ
âUgh. Whatever.â You wanna smack that smirk right off his face.
So you keep going, loving the way his walls and defenses are back to shattering at your knees. From your inappropriate level of experience with his cock, you go for what you know. Licking his underside, swirling around the tip, sucking just the first bit, gathering spit all over before taking him in deep.Â
The smells around you coalesce into something potent. With the fruitiness of the lolly and the headiness of Yoongi, itâs pure bliss in your nostrils and you soak it all in. Thereâs no pause in your sucking, licking, tugging him rough. Youâre giving it your all and feeling the effects between your legs.Â
Suddenly.Â
Huffs litter around your sundress as Yoongi yanks himself out, sticking the sucker in your mouth again while holding your head. And his smile puts devils to shame when he scoffs, âUnfair, my ass.â
You giggle, sliding the pop up and down your outstretched tongue before slowly pushing it in. When you watch one of his veiny hands grip his cock, your brain resets and rewires, prompting you to be a little bit more daring.
As if this whole situation wasnât daring enough.
You coyly slide one of your sundress straps down your arm, slowly revealing the top of a breast before going for the other side. Not enough to show everything. But enough to give him a much better view from above.Â
And the sound you hear in response causes pulses between your legs,
âWhat the fuck.â
Satisfied, you ride this high of praise and keep diligently sucking on the lolly, watching him pump himself until you canât canât canât take it anymore.
It all happens in quick succession, your hand outright slapping the lollipop out of his hand before grabbing for him, shaky fingers knocking into his slick ones before slipping his dick in your mouth.
âShitââ
His scent captures your nostrils as he bucks forward, knocking your throat and causing your gag to hit the wall. When you keep sucking, Yoongi grabs your chin, chains swaying as he rocks in, out, in, out again.
Drool and spit cover your neck, seeping onto his fingers as he keeps them where he wants. Imagining how you look in the mirror makes you moan, and imagining Yoongi watching everything from his view makes your cunt leak onto your thighs.Â
Fuck you wanna watch, too. What does that say about you? Youâre legitimately jealous that you canât see yourself taking Yoongi so deep heâs cursing in strings.Â
When you choke, itâs disgustingly loud, so he has to pull out once again just to command, âQuiet.â
âYeââÂ
Heâs shoved back in before you can finish one syllable, back out after a single suck before he drives his point home, âUnderstand?âÂ
âYââ
Your words are pushed down your throat again, the intensity Yoongiâs exuding rolling your eyes back and shaking your muscles. Spent and unable to speak, you nod around him, and your arms are suddenly gathered against the wall until youâre fully flushed, held up by one of his strong hands.
âGood girl.â
You brace yourself for his complete control, dick sliding down your throat and pushing tears out of your eyes. Breathing through your nose, you keep your tongue flat, taking him in until your full body gag alerts him to pull out.Â
As soon as he does, you buckle straight towards the mirror, eyes bursting with shock as you drink in the man watching your heaving, shimmering chest.
âThis is what you do to me, doll.â When you shift your attention upward, you gulp at his smile of pride. âCan you stand?âÂ
âIâŠâ Holy shit, he fucked the voice right out of you. âI think so.âÂ
âHere.âÂ
You place your hand in his, muscles in your legs stinging at the change in position. When you go slow, Yoongi lets you, and your lips curve tenderly at the way he kisses you at your peak.Â
âYou almost made me come,â he whispers, chuckling when you watch his eyes. âFuckinâ hustler.âÂ
âYou didnât want to?âÂ
âNot yet.â Winking, Yoongi gives you another peck before getting close.Â
As you look in the mirror, you catch the way he kisses along your neck, his hair tickling your skin and his arms bent as he holds yours. Itâs almost enough to make you feel higher than royalty, now knowing what it looks like to be feasted on by a king.
âPromise me something,â he rasps.Â
âAnything,â you whisper in confidence.
âItâs your turn now.â Another kiss to your ear makes you flinch. âBut if youâre too loud thatâs all you get.âÂ
Bold statement coming from the guy that couldnât stay silent. But youâre far too gone to dwell on the past so all you can do is nod in understanding. You need this. After today? You really fucking need this.
Yoongi tucks himself back in his sweats before kissing your neck again, lips leaving a trail along the tracks left by your own actions. When he gets to your chest, he gets to unwrap another treat, slowly peeling your dress down to suck on a nipple.Â
You almost cut the whole thing short.Â
A hand flies up over your mouth, and you watch your face twist in anguish in the glass. Sparks tingle from where Yoongi slides his tongue, and seeing this man in action from another viewpoint launches you across the edge instead of right to it.Â
Youâre gonna get yourself caught. Thereâs no way you arenât crying out by the time heâs done but goddamn youâve got to keep it togeâ
Deft fingers rub your other nipple, causing your body to jump forward and Yoongi to chuckle into your chest. After he squeezes, you watch as he pops off your tit. âWhatâd I say.âÂ
This is the hardest thing youâve ever done!Â
You can only shake your head, hand still preventing your mouth to move and your throat stinging from suppressed screams.Â
âThatâs what I thought,â Yoongi quips before kissing the rest of your dress downward.Â
And the fucker didnât even look back at the mirror. Like he already knows exactly what he looks like or doesnât care in the slightest. All heâs focused on is you and you alone, and youâre so enamoured that you watch his head below you, too.Â
Calmly and surely, Yoongi lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, kissing along your skin and gripping you tight. When he lifts a brow upward, you nod downward, bracing yourself for him to notice something else you had planned to show.
Works like a sinful charm. His reaction could be felt better than seen.Â
Because as soon as he notices that you donât have any underwear on, Yoongi pours out dark amusement before giving your cunt the deepest kiss itâs ever felt.
A mewl smushes into your fingers as you cave, eyes shutting so tight as he eats you out like a man starved and never satiated.Â
His licks hit just right, and the way he tongues you causes stars to pierce your eyes through. Over and over and over, Yoongi is merciless in how he pleasures, and your esophagus burns and burns and burns.Â
Both your legs quake as he slips a finger under his tongue, and your eyes fly open just in time to see yourselves in the mirror again.Â
Holy fuck.
Youâve always known this man was attractive. Overwhelmingly so, in fact. But seeing him on his knees and knowing itâs not a dream makes you so dizzy your brain canât keep up.Â
Yoongiâs hands flex on your skin with each minuscule grip, and his hair bunches as he moves between your legs. Your thigh covers his face, but maybe thatâs for the best, because you donât think you could handle watching his tongue while feeling it inside.Â
âSo fucking wet,â he hisses out before diving in again, and you use your other hand to grapple a chunk of his drying hair. âFuck.â
Yes, keep going. Heâs so close to making you come you squeeze even harder. By now, your whole upper body is burning with unreleased yells and your lower body is suffering just as much. Heâs too good. Way too good for a quiet house.
You canât hold it in. You canât you canât you canât.
âYoongi, pleaseââyour legs start to twinge with want and pending releaseââGonna come, Iââ
Everything snaps as soon as he reaches to grope your ass, tugging you forward to lick a spot that has you vibrating like mad.Â
And your orgasm is so potent that your knees legitimately buckle, your body slipping with no purchase before you catch yourself on the wall. Waves hit you from all directions and you let out one yelp before you feel a moist hand clamp over your lips.
Oh, heâs standing now. Oh, heâs fingering you. Oh fuck, heâs talking you through your orgasm and you canât understand him but your body reacts either way.Â
ââanother one for me.â
Your pulses wreck your body into angles, each one shifting into another as your mouth is still covered. Yoongiâs fingers prove fatal as he leads you into a second paradise, and you cry into his hand as you come into his otherâharder, stronger.Â
âJust like that, doll, fuck.â
Tears stream down your cheeks again as you lift, soaring into the summer skies and leaping over sleeping souls. Itâs too much to keep inside. Too powerful to not let out all at once.Â
ââthis fucking dress.â
You donât know whatâs being said. Nor do you care. Your body is so spent from the vicious tempest and all the energy leaves you at once.Â
âUh uh.â
What.Â
âOne more for me,â Yoongi goads. âAnd youâre gonna watch this time.âÂ
Your chest beats and beats as his fingers pump slow, and your head lolls to the side as you catch sight of your salacious act in the mirror.Â
Immediately, you know exactly why he said that. Watching the way his arms bulge with effort is encouragement enough to stay upright. With each thrust, you can see your dress hitching with your arches, and Yoongi dives into your neck to strike lightning.Â
âBabyââ You feel it. You feel a third wave incoming and its crest seems higher than the rest.Â
âCome for me,â he whispers, his dark bangs peeking from behind your neck in the mirror and his throat stretching out. âAnd donât fucking scream.âÂ
Fuck! Your hand grips your mouth so bad it will leave soreness. But water pulls you under and twists you like a ragdoll. Unlike the other times, this orgasm quivers your legs to the point where Yoongi teases. And he canât stop praising you for being naughty, for letting him in here, for letting him destroy you while everyoneâs here.
âI love it,â you whoosh out into his throat, voice cracked and chipped. âFuck, I love it.âÂ
âI know you do.â Another deep set of laughs. âYouâre a problem.â
Head lolling forward, you slowly slip right into Yoongiâs arms before he helps you stand. âCome on,â he leads, walking you a short distance to your bed before chuckling at your cartoonish collapse.
Some moments pass. One, two, four or five more. Even the room seems to swim a little in your vision when you struggle to open your eyes.Â
Finally, after breathing hard, you can only manage a gravelly, âHoly shit.âÂ
Yoongi laughs soft before wiping your forehead. âYou okay?âÂ
âYeah,â you exhale, chest heaving and heaving. âIâll be good.âÂ
Fingers still wisping across your face, he praises, âSo beautiful.âÂ
You finally calm your pulse before you slide your hand over his cock. âDid you come?âÂ
âNah.âÂ
Looks like you arenât done. âMm,â you whisper, trying your best to prop yourself up. âLie down for me.âÂ
âYou sure?âÂ
You nod with heavy eyes, and he slowly occupies your bed while you caress him again. So smooth and so tender before squeezing just right.Â
Itâs already almost enough because Yoongi throws his head onto your pillow. âGoddamn.â
When you slip his sweats down, you use willpower alone to consume him again. You will not rest until heâs fully content, too. With this in mind, your cheeks and jaw work overtime.Â
You want this, want this, want this. He gave you the world and then some, you can run on fumes to make him a mess. After all, youâre drunk off the pleasurable cocktail he just concocted with his tongue. This will carry you despite your functioning levels in the trenches.Â
âBabeââ
For a split second, you forget where you are. Your eyelids droop so low and your body twinges with aftershocks as you spit right onto his cock, sliding your lips along his pretty length before you feel him tug your sheets.
âShit.â
Heâs close. He doesnât even have to tell you. You can tell by the way his body reacts and bends and folds, and you quickly decide what that means for you.
Because you could swallow.Â
But you instead make your way to the floor, commanding him before realizing just how authoritative and raspy you sound,Â
âSit up.â
Right as he does, you pump him right above your exposed chest, shocking him so abruptly his low groan shakes your core,
âOh, fuckââ
Hot, thick spurts land all over you, his release your only focus and not the pain in your knees from hitting the floor in round two. As his head rolls back, you watch with heightened pride, loving the way he looks lost in delicious, honeyed ecstasy.
And just like that, both of you are satisfied. Both of you got what you needed and wanted from this⊠hot summer⊠dayâŠ
There was a sound outside your door, further down the hall but fucking close enough.Â
And holy shit his cum is on your tits.
Holy shit holy shit this is the absolute last thing you shouldâve let him do what the fuck what the fuck!Â
If anyone sees you like this you are both finished. Cooked. Banished.
You glance at the door, body locking and hands massive weights at your side.Â
One second.Â
Two seconds.Â
Youâre fully awake now.Â
Four seconds.Â
Nothing else happens. Your ears strain wildly but you donât hear any noises in succession, and you wonder if it was just a snore or something similar.Â
Sighing, you breathe out relief before peering straight up.
And the look you get in return is pure, primal hunger.Â
Yoongiâs never looked like this. Maybe heâs come close that one time before, but this is much different.Â
What is this? His pupils are magnified and his lids are lowered in fire, stoking the heat within you and clutching your cunt with his eyes alone. Youâre so wet that you can come again if he so much as touched you. âBaby?âÂ
Yoongi simply grazes your cheek with his knuckles. âJust want this in my phone so fucking bad.âÂ
Oh. Well, fuck.Â
You blink at his shamelessness. But it makes you so exhilarated and shy that you resort to your defaultâcracking jokes. Of all the things he couldâve mentioned like the sound outside or possibly getting caught and dragged to hell he decides he wants your pictures in his phone. Right.
âHappy you painted me like Picasso?â You laugh before you can even finish, but so does Yoongi as he throws his head back.Â
Immediately, the atmosphere calms. âYou heard that earlier?âÂ
âHeâs an idiot.âÂ
âHe is.â Yoongi helps you up and onto your bed before he asks, âTowels in your bathroom?â
âYeah,â you whisper. âUnder the sink.â
You watch as he goes to fetch them, heart pulsing extra hard at his consideration. When he bustles around in a room you use everyday, itâs surreal to witness. Both unnatural, but so natural at the same time.Â
Heâs careful not to make loud sounds, gently closing your cabinets and coming back with a cloth he ran under water.
A sudden pang hits your chest and you have no clue why.
Is it because youâll never see him in there again? Or is it because of the conversation you just brought up?Â
Maybe both. The convo from earlier today still rings in your ears, everyone hounding Yoongi about the scratches you left on his back. They were old but still very visible. You need to be more mindful of what you can and canât do right now.Â
As Yoongi wipes your shivering chest, you ask something thatâs been weighing on your mind, âDid I get you in even more trouble?âÂ
He just looks at you before finishing his cooling task, raising straps back onto your shoulders. âCourse you did.âÂ
Ah. He didnât seem bothered, but your apology follows him as he goes to pick up the abandoned candy from earlier. âSorry. I didnât think about it at the time.âÂ
âSâok. Hope youâre fine being some chick from outta town, though.âÂ
Your chuckle hurts your throat on the way out. Not from disappointment, but from the very man youâre talking to. âI can deal with that. Is she nasty?âÂ
It takes a bit for him to discard everything. When he comes back, he bends down to answer,Â
âSo fuckinâ nasty.âÂ
You giggle right into his kiss. Fully spent, your arms around his neck pull him in close, and his rough laugh makes your legs even weaker. âCanât believe we just did all that.â
âSame.â
âGuess you like the dress, huh?â
A hand comes up to squeeze your thigh. âDunno. Might have to see it again when the sunâs out.â
âAss.â
âYou get it.â
âWow.âÂ
Yoongi hisses amusement, shifting to lay beside you across your bed. When he does, light from the window hits him just right, and you fall silent at once.
So perfect. So unfair.
âI think this is my favorite,â you admit, not giving him full context. So when he wordlessly asks for it, you reach up and caress his cheek. âWhen you look happy.â
âI am,â he says after a pause. âCus of you.â
You feel starlight in your own eyes. âIâm happy, too.â
For this, Yoongi doesnât need to ask for more context at all.
The lingering fear of being caught is still there, but itâs not as present now. Maybe itâs because youâre both content again, but you donât feel too stressed.Â
Did you want to get caught that whole time? Surely not when things were going down.
But what about now? If someone saw you lost in each othersâ stars, would you care if they plucked you from the sky?Â
Staring into this manâs eyes, you canât bring yourself to say you would.Â
âWhen will I see you again?â you blurt out of nowhere.
At this, Yoongi props his head up with an elbow. âWhen do you want to?â
âTomorrow.â
His chest bobs with his laugh. âIâll make sure to see you before I head out then.âÂ
You nod, eyes shutting when Yoongi goes in for another kiss.Â
Another kiss is how you frame it. Because a final kiss is too painful to think about.Â
Yoongi has to leave. You know he literally cannot stay.
But facts and logic donât make this parting any easier, and your heart breaks when he slips out of your bed.
Itâs too soon. Yes, itâs also way past the time he should be in your room, but itâs too fucking soon.Â
Your chest burns. Sears make fiery ridges along your ribs until they overtake your heart, creeping closer and closer.
Until Yoongi bends to kiss you again, fingers slotting into yours and squeezing some liquid out of your eyes.Â
But his rasp gives you pause, âI did, by the way.â
Blinking, you feel him swipe at oncoming tears when you ask, âYou did what?â
âHave fun.â
Oh. Wait, heâs answering the text you sent? You already forgot about that. Ages ago. âGood,â you say with a slight ghost of a smile. âIt looked like you were having a good time. And I.. Really liked seeing you laugh.â
Yoongi just stares, thoughts and emotions skimming across his eyes. When you reach up to cradle his cheek, they then slip shut, brows dipping as he presses into you further. âYou were the reason,â he admits with no hesitation.
Donât cry more. Not now.
He gives you one more hug, and you cradle his head into your skin. âGood night, baby,â you whisper so softly, planting a kiss on his cheek.Â
When he does the same to yours, you wonder if his reaction was also reminiscent of tiny sparklers on a summer night.Â
âNight, doll.âÂ
The steps he takes all stomp on your heart.Â
But you find solace in the hopeful future. One where you can stand next to him at summer barbecues, or host them with him, or just simply be anywhere with him.Â
But mostly, youâre yearning for a future where you donât have to keep watching him leave through a door.Â
But come back through one.
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do you ever think about tommy paying for their dinner date or tommy pouring the beer in buckâs glass or tommy gently grabbing buckâs chin or tommy showing up despite him being on-call or tommyâs âi didnât wanna pressure youâ or his âi think youâre adorableâ or tommy feeling bad for leaving the party to go to work and immediately promised buck heâll try his damnest to make it to the wedding or him apologizing for being late to their wedding date even though he has valid reasons or tommy going straight to buck after fighting a beast of a fire still in his turnouts
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i love them so muchâĄ
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