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[clouditae]

First Love | 17

Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | smut | swearing 

Word: 2.9k

You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

“I still can’t believe this is our last year,” Ari says, heaving her final luggage out of her trunk. “Finally,” she mutters, closing the trunk and pulling out the handle from its secure place. She looks to you and grins. “Let’s unpack.” The two of you make your way towards the building where your new room awaits. 

You haven’t seen Ari since she finished her finals earlier than you. Helping her pack her belongings and putting it in her car, she left for the summer. Through calls and texts she told you she spent half her summer with her family and the other half with Hoseok. Now that you finally get to see her again, you immediately notice how short her hair is. Her hair was past her shoulders when she left just a few months ago, and now it’s barely touching her shoulders. Someone as beautiful as Ari can pull anything off it seems. 

As the two of you make your way towards the dorm building, you head up the same set of stairs that you’ve been taking since you moved into the dorms three years ago. This time, thankfully, Ari let you pick where to live, and you chose the second floor closer to the exit door where you can easily leave if you’re in a hurry. And you’re nowhere near Yoongi. He’s always stayed on the third floor, so you took that chance to pick the second floor and the side wing where you will never see him unless you’re forced to.

When you reach the second floor, Ari presses her ID to the scanner, hearing a click and pulls the door open for you. As you enter the building, a group of people are chatting at the far end of the hallway, several bags of what looks to be trash on the floor. Your guess is they finished packing. You wish you were them right now instead of going up and down the stairs. Sadly it’s not and as you pass the first five doors, you reach your room. 

Since you were last here, everyone had to use their key to get inside their dorm, but over the summer the dorms were updated and now you use your IDs to get inside your rooms. Pressing your ID to the scanner, you wait for the door to slowly unlock before you enter your messy room. Boxes and luggage everywhere. 

“Home sweet home,” Ari sighs, entering the room after you and heading for her bed to toss her suitcase along with the rest of the pile. Just like the last dorm, everything is basically the same. One bed next to the door, a desk at the end of the bed with another bed on the other side of the desk, and the second desk between said furniture and the sink. The only difference is while your bed was to your right in your old room, the bed is now to your left with the mirror closets and bathroom to the right. “I wonder what room Hoseok is in. Maybe the same as last semester?” Ari questions, beginning her long journey of unpacking. 

“He hasn’t told you yet?” you ask her, placing your items on your bed to start your unpacking. 

“Just like you, Hoseok never picks the room,” Ari laughs, creating a pile of her shirts and pants on the bed as she pulls out a light pink top, folding it neatly and puts it at the top of her stack. 

You hum in response, spending the rest of the time unpacking and helping Ari decorate the room a bit. By the time the two of you finished, Ari’s phone chimes, her music fading and screen lighting up for a brief second. You watch as she hangs the final strand of hanging lights to the hook on the wall before jumping off her bed and grabbing her phone off her desk. She reads the message. 

“Seems like Hoseok is done packing and wants to see our room,” she tells you, typing away on her phone. “I’ll have him meet me by the stairs on this floor.” She locks her screen and looks to you. “See you in a bit.” You follow her towards the door, watching her open it as the door across from yours opens as well. As the door opens fully you can see two figures exiting their room. One figure you wish to never see again, but the world won’t give you that. “Hoseok?” Ari says in complete shock. 

He looks up to lock eyes with his girlfriend. “Hey,” he laughs. “What a coincidence.” 

“Yeah. It’s really weird,” Ari chuckles, but you can feel the discomfort in her tone as she continues her talk with Hoseok. 

Their conversation dies out as your eyes stick to him like glue. You haven’t seen him in months, but you can see the little details on what’s changed with him. He has an undercut, his hair brushing along the tips of his ears and brows. His face looks more fuller and on his neck, just sticking out from under his black t-shirt is ink. He has a new tattoo–you wonder if it’s a part of his sleeve. Your eyes travel back up and you see that he’s staring at you. You’re the first to look away. 

“I’ll see you later,” he tells Hoseok, voice gruff as you hear his footsteps disappear. 

You’ve missed him. You hate the fact that you’ve missed him, but you do. So much that you constantly had to distract yourself over the summer because if you were alone with your thoughts for even one second, your thoughts would travel to him. From his dark eyes, down to the feeling of his hand when he touched you. You hate yourself. 

“So this is your room?” Hoseok asks, bringing you out of your thoughts. You look towards him, watching as he steps closer to Ari, wrapping his arms around her to hug her, but to mainly see inside your room. 

You chuckle, “Would you like to come in?”

He grins, glancing your way as he releases Ari and opens his arms for you to walk into. He wraps his arms around you as he hugs you tightly. “I’ve missed you, my second best friend.” 

Rubbing his back, you giggle, “Me too.” Releasing your grip from one another, you step aside for Hoseok to enter your room and for Ari to close the door behind the three of you. “How was your vacation?” 

“Amazing. Spent a lot of time with my love and my family. We went to Disneyland.” His focus is on the lights draped against the wall. “I should do this, but I don’t think Yoongi would like it,” he sighs, shaking his head. 

“You went to Disneyland? Was it fun?” you ask him as he takes a seat on Ari’s bed. 

“Hell yeah!” He snaps his fingers in realization. “That reminds me–I got you something while we were there.” Hopping off the bed, Hoseok jogs towards the door. “Be right back,” he calls, opening the door and exiting the room. 

“Are you okay?” Ari asks.

You look to her and smile the best you can. “What luck.” 

“I didn’t know they would be across from us,” she explains, looking at you with a worried look.

You shake your head. “I know,” you mumble and let out a sigh. “At least we won’t be hearing him when he’s alone with a girl,” you chuckle, but you only feel a sting in your chest. 

Why couldn’t you be far away from him? Why is he always right there but never within your reach?

A knock comes at the door. Ari walks over to it and opens the door to reveal Hoseok standing on the other side with a sheepish smile on his face. “I left my ID and my phone inside.”

You laugh loudly, remembering the first day you met him a year ago.

Ari and Hoseok left about an hour ago, the two deciding to go out for dinner. You are currently waiting for Hanbin to come pick you up for your own dinner date he has planned for the two of you. As you double check to make sure your attempt at doing makeup looks good enough, your phone rings, vibrating loudly on your desk. 

Walking over to it from your little make up station at the sink, you see an unfamiliar number. You frown, picking up the phone and pressing the answer button, bringing it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hello,” the disembodied voice begins, her tone light and customer service like, “I’m looking for Y/N. Is she available?” 

You take a seat at your desk. “This is her,” you say, glancing at the clock on your desk. Hanbin should be here in twenty minutes. 

“Hello, Y/N, my name is Allison from Sun’s Crossing. I’m calling to let you know you’ve been selected to join the summer internship program next year,” she informs you. She continues to talk, but you can’t hear anything besides the rapid beating of your heart. You got accepted. You’re going to be an intern for Sun’s Crossing in New York. 

At the beginning of summer, you confessed to Hanbin about wanting to apply to be an intern but you felt as if you didn’t have enough to catch any company’s attention. Hanbin saw otherwise and pestered you for days to apply for a few internships “because you’re going to get into several and you gotta be prepared to pick the best one” as he put it. You were reluctant to apply because that would mean a year of not being with him–being separated, but that didn’t stop him from telling you to apply. He planned on taking an internship as well, but in California. The two of you will still be together and after it’s all over you two will be working your dream jobs and living in a nice little apartment. It gave you hope, and now that hope is coming true. 

“Hello? Y/N?”

“I-I’m here,” you tell her, shaking your head of all thoughts of the dream coming true. “Can you repeat that?”

The woman chuckles on the other end. “We will be sending you more information on the internship and what is to be expected through email in the upcoming months. Congratulations again.” 

“Thank you so much–goodbye,” you rush, hanging up the phone. You immediately start looking for Hanbin’s number when a knock interrupts your search. Placing your phone on the desk, you get up from your seat and make your way towards the door. When you turn the handle and pull, Hanbin stands on the other side panting. “Hanbin–”

“I got in,” he interrupts. He smiles widely as he repeats, “I got in, Y/N.” 

You smile back. “I got in, too. We did it.” You watch as his eyes go wide before he rushes towards you, lifting you into the air as you giggle and the door closes. 

When the door closes, everything happens rather quickly. A simple congratulations kiss ends up being more than that. Now your nails are digging into Hanbin’s bare back as he thrusts into you, him holding your complete weight as your back hits the door every now and then. You choke back a moan as he hits the right spot, your head hitting the door rather loudly as you feel your orgasm get closer. 

“I’m close,” you rush in a whisper. You’ll never understand Hanbin’s strength, but he picks up his speed and thrusts into you faster and harder. He sends you over the edge before you could even cry a word. You moan lowly into his shoulder as he rides you out, his own euphoria coming soon after. 

He holds you as the two of you pant heavily. “So much for a nice dinner,” he chuckles, the both of you leaning back to lock eyes. “You in the mood to just grab a burger? I’m guessing the restaurants are closing now.” 

You let out an exhausted laugh. “Yeah.” He sets you down slowly, holding onto your waist as you get the feeling back in your legs before the two of you clean up, get dressed and head out for a very late dinner. 

“Ugh,” Ari groans, running a hand through her short hair in frustration. “I’m done with school.”

“It’s barely the first day,” Hoseok states, taking a fry and popping it into his mouth. “You can’t be done when all we’ve had are introductions and go over the syllabus.” 

“Because just listening to them talk about the syllabus and hearing all these assignments that are coming up too fast is already stressing me out. I just want to graduate already and be a forensic linguist!” She tosses her hands up in the air in defeat.

You shake your head. “We’re almost done. This is our last school year and then we’re off doing what we do best.” 

“Yeah,” Hoseok agrees, placing his hand on his girlfriend’s back and rubbing it soothingly. “You’ll be yelling ”objection“ and I’ll be dancing in court to prove your point.” Ari laughs at his statement, earning a small relief from Hoseok as he takes another bite. It’s amazing how he knows her like the back of his own hand. 

“We’re almost done,” she repeats, sitting up straight and finally digging into her plate of Chinese food.

After a few minutes go by of random conversations, Ari looks to you with curious eyes. She smirks. “Have you two said the three words yet?”

You almost choke on your chicken as you roughly swallow the chewed pieces. “Three words?”

“I love you,” Hoseok chimes, twisting the cap to your water bottle off and handing it to you. 

You gratefully take the bottle and chug the water to wash down whatever got caught in your throat. “I haven’t,” you confess, twisting the cap back on. 

“Do you feel like you’re ready for it?” Ari questions, taking another bite out of her food acting as if you weren’t just choking on your food because of her. “Has he said it?”

You shake your head. “No he hasn’t said it yet.”

“But do you feel like you’re ready?” It’s Hoseok’s turn to ask, obviously interested in your unknown love life. 

You’re quiet for a moment, thinking. Are you ready to say those words? You do have feelings for him, and it is something you’ve never felt before. So, are you ready to be the first one to say it? Are you ready to say those three words that can change someone’s life?

It’s scary–it really is, but–

“Yeah, I think I am ready,” you tell them, feeling your heart race. 

The day goes on, the professors you meet today do the bare minimum. No one is ready to start the new semester with a lecture or homework just yet. So, as your final class of the day ends, you pack up your belongings and put them in your backpack. Several students are already saying goodbye to one another after having known each other for a while or just meeting now. 

With everything put away, you slip on your backpack and make your way out of the room, meeting the warm, night sky. You follow a group of people making their way towards the bus stop. A few other classes have just finished as groups of people leave different rooms, all making their way in different directions. As you make your way across campus, there are a few students still scattered across the grounds, several students sitting at the tables close to the food court. Instead of following the group up towards the first bus stop close to the library, you head down towards the second bus stop closer to the Student Union building.

By the time you get to the second stop, you notice the shuttle’s back lights turning on. You speed walk towards the vehicle, just making it in time as the driver closes the doors. Showing your ID, you make your way towards an empty spot in the middle, taking the window seat. Pulling out your earphones from your backpack, you plug it into your phone and place the buds in your ears. As a song plays, you take in a deep breath. The conversation you had earlier with Ari and Hoseok comes to mind. 

You’ll see him tomorrow during your small break between classes, and during that break you’ll tell him. Sure it’s not romantic or anything, but if you feel it, you’re supposed to just go for it right? You smack your palms against your warming cheeks. You’re nervous, but you can do it. 

I can do it. 

The following day you go through the usual introductions to the class, go over the syllabus, and leave for the day. As time gets closer and closer to you meeting Hanbin for lunch, your heart races and your nerves are on edge. When your professor says his goodbyes, you put your notebook and pencil away, and follow the group out the room. Checking your phone to make sure there were no other texts sent from him, you make your way towards the meeting spot where Hanbin should be waiting with your order from the Greek stand. 

When you reach the outdoor seating area, your eyes scan the umbrella area, looking for a familiar face. Before you can unlock your phone and begin searching for your boyfriend’s contact name, you can hear him calling for you. You look around again and find him standing at the far back next to his reserved table. He waves when he notices your eyes are on him. You smile and make your way down the steps and towards him. 

You’re going to do it. 

This is it. 

Tell him.

“Hey,” he says, beaming before leaning down and planting a kiss on your lips. 

Tell him.

“I–” the words catch in your throat.

[ellaraerae]

That cannot be it! That was the equivalent to 3 part novel series having anoth cliffhanger on the last book and then you realize it’s the END. There’s no other book left. That is turmoil I’m going through right now. I need to know what’s next!!!!! I loved it so much!!!!!❤️

Black Rose

Group: BTS

Pairing: JUNGKOOK X READER

Excerpt:  “I don’t know if I can give the girl with a crush on me a job here? Sleeping with other employees is banned, apparently.”

Genre: fluff, tattoo au

Length: 1.7k

A/N: lord have mercy on guk with tats

  The tattoo shop was lighter than expected, as you stepped in feeling sorely out of place. The sound of your heels on the floor made everyone else pause in their conversations, to study you. In your baggy jumper and tight black jeans, skin void of any tattoos; no unusual piercings on your lips or nose, you were almost too normal to be there.

“I’m here to apply for the opening of receptionist,” the guy sitting at the reception put down the large sketchpad that had been concealing his face but not his dirty blonde hair and pale forehead.

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[sleepdeprivedghoul]

BTS Hyung Line Reaction To You Being Pregnant

Jin:

Your boyfriend of four years, was always there to support you no matter what. Especially in any time of need, he’d often soothed you with a few dad jokes and teasings all to make you smile. So you hoped he’d do the same now that you were carrying his child. 

Hell, it was scary you didn't even know until you started  getting cramps and your period was M.I.A. That was when you had bought three pregnancy test, not one to believe what the first would say was true. You took all three, and all of them came back positive. Now here was the issue of dating an idol; the news not just to him but how the press would take it. 

You weren't even sure if Jin would stick by you when you’d confess to him. That’s what scared you the most, being a single mother without Jin by your side to raise your child or children. 

You were sleeping on the couch, tired from your nervous breakdown and crying that led you to pass out on the couch. Jin had come home early to see your sleeping figure and he smiled softly at how peaceful you looked. Not wanting to wake you up he moved onto the kitchen to get a snack and then noticed the bathroom light was on. Not one to want to waste energy he moved to the bathroom but stopped at the sight of the pregnancy tests, he moved closer to read them and let out a squeal. 

Running back into the living room to where you were napping comfortably he softly stroked your hair and planted kisses all over your face in attempts to wake you up. He was excited, his eyes glistened with tears due to happiness. He was gonna be a father, have his own child, an heir to the name of Worldwide Handsome and his beloved girlfriend, Worldwide Beautiful. He just needed the ring now and you guys would be set. 

Opening your eyes to Jin and noticed how happy he looked your heart fluttered. “We’re having a baby!” He exclaimed as he took your lips in his. He was excited, everything was going to be okay. 

Yoongi:

You two had a pretty serious relationship, neither of you kept secrets from the other, which was a good thing for the ill tempered man that had captured your heart, you always knew when something was stressing him and how to help ease away the issue. So there was no way in Hell that you could pass by without him knowing of you being pregnant, you had to tell him. Or else where was the trust and what were you going to do when he’d take notice. 

Even though you were going to tell him there was the fear of him being angry and stressed out further, he was constantly working, barely ever taking a break from his work. It was a wonder how he had found time in such a busy schedule to have sex with you.

Stepping softly downstairs to his studio with a soft knock you entered. Tear stained cheeks was all that Yoongi took notice to when he took notice to you. He put down his headphones, coming closer to you, engulfing you in a hug. “What’s wrong?” He muttered sleepily into your hair. 

“I’m pregnant,” you whimpered into his chest, holding him tightly as your tears once more began to fall. Yoongi didn’t say anything, his grip on you tightening. “That’s great babe.” He kissed the top of your head. 

“Are you mad?” You whispered quietly, his chest rumbling with laughter. “Why would I be mad?” He questioned pulling away from your body, his eyes locking with your tear filled one. 

“Don’t cry hun.” He brushed away a few tears kissings the bridge of your nose as he smiled at you. “Everything will be okay.” He soothed and you nodded a small smile creeping up onto your features. 

“Thank you Yoongi.” You whispered nervously and he shook his head. “Thank me after you go through labor.” He teased moving with you back upstairs to go to bed. 

Hoseok:

You had found out nearly three weeks ago, but the constant fear of telling him was always present when you thought of the little life that you were carrying. What would his reaction be? Would he stay with you, or would you be left alone ro raise his baby? These were the thoughts that kept you up at night, they also led to many sleepless nights. 

Hoseok had noticed your distress and saw how worried you had been for the past few weeks. But he didn't want to interfere or upset you further by intervening. He figured you were strong enough to take care of your problems, but as time went on he saw you were worsening, always on edge, faking a smile towards him. He was worried you were planning on breaking up with him. 

He was ready to confront you as soon as you got home, hoping you weren’t gonna leave him or already seeing someone else. So as soon as you stepped into the apartment, sliding off your shoes he tackled you into a hug, kissing everywhere on your face. “Hobi,” you giggled out as he continued to shower you in affection.

Out of nowhere you blurted, “I’m pregnant.” He pulled back, his arms on your shoulders, face frozen in shock. Your mouth was wide open, what have I just done, you thought to yourself. Tears began to slip down your cheeks and Hoseok smiled brightly, peppering your face once more in kisses as he held you tightly against him. 

“We’re having a baby!” He cheered as pulled you in for a kiss on the lips. His excitement was obvious and the guilt and fear dispersed as you looked at Hobi’s smiling face. 

Namjoon:

Namjoon was a smart man, he was bound to figure out that you were hiding something, or if you tried to keep the secret going he’d notice the baby bump after some time. So it was best if you’d tell him, but how and when to tell him was the issue. He was always so busy, writing and practicing for the boys next comeback. So if you wanted to tell him it would have to be when you were alone together, even if it didn't feel like the right time. 

Which unfortunately the right time was today. Both you and Namjoon were sitting in his study, he was sitting comfortably in a brown leather chair, book in hands, eyes devouring the words quickly as he flipped to the next page. He was ever so peaceful. You didn't want to disturb the tranquil vibe, but sensing your eyes on him, he smirked and looked up in your direction. 

“Something wrong baby?” He asked as you cringed, baby it was nothing new for him to call you that but it was like a physical blow, it was as if he knew. “Do you know?” You whispered tersely, capturing your lower lip between your teeth as you looked at him worriedly, if he did it’d remove all the stress from this situation. 

“Know what?” He asked, panic seeped into his words but also curiosity. His brown eyes searched over your body looking for any clues as to what was to come. “I’m pregnant.” You all but whispered, the air shifted and you were worried as to what Namjoon would say. “You’re pregnant?” He asked and all you could do was nod. 

“That’s great babe, I was planning on starting a family with you soon.” He laughed as he left his chair and moved over to you, wrapping you in a tight embrace. Everything was fine. 

[clouditae]

First Love | 21

Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | smut | fingering | oral | swearing

Word: 2.6k

You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

“Yoongi,” you choke, shutting your eyes as he sucks on your skin, swirling his tongue along the sensitive area. He focuses on a new spot on your neck, closer to your ear. “Yoongi,” you repeat, this time your tone not wavering from the sensation you’re feeling.

Finally, he pulls himself away from your slowly bruising neck. He says nothing as he stares down at you, waiting for you to tell him whatever you’re going to tell him. Even though things have gotten heated before, you can’t help but look away and blush. 

“People will see what you do to my neck,” you mutter. 

“Then I’ll go lower,” he plainly tells you.

Your eyes dart back to him immediately. “Lower?”

He sits up, his hands going to your shirt, and he slowly unbuttons it, eventually revealing your bra. “Lower,” he whispers, leaning down, kissing your neck, slowly making his way down until he reaches your breasts. Your heart races, mind in a whirlwind. You can feel his fingers trace along your exposed skin, his tongue brushing along his mark. 

Ever since the movie theater, it seems the two of you always try to find a moment to be alone. In the beginning it was small kisses every so often, but as you became more confident, the more the sweet kisses turned into tongues dancing with one another, hands traveling—but never far even though you want him to. 

Now Yoongi is going further than ever, and you’ve never been so excited and scared at the same time. Will it go further than him teaching you how hickeys are made? Will it lead to him teaching you about sex even though you’re no longer new in that department? What will he do? What do you want him to do?

“I can go further down,” he interrupts your thoughts, eyes meeting each other. When you open your mouth, no words come out. What does he mean? “I can go here,” he tells you, voice raspy as you feel his hand touch your inner thighs. 

“If you don’t want my mouth there, what about my fingers here?” he asks, his fingers barely touching your core. 

Your body can’t help but flinch from the small, sudden sensation. “Please,” you whisper, trying to not sound as anxious and desperate as you really are. 

Yoongi presses his lips to yours, no hesitation to bite your lip and push his tongue into your mouth as his fingers travel under your sweats and underwear. You inhale sharply when you feel his fingers follow the trail between your folds. You spread your legs wider for him to get better access, excitement spreading through you as his fingers travel up and down, teasing you. 

You let out a small moan when his fingers find your bud, forming small circles. “Yoongi,” you quietly moan as his mouth leaves yours, traveling back down to your breasts to leave his mark. Your mind is no longer in control, hips moving to the movement of his fingers, ready to build up the sensation you haven’t felt in a while. However, Yoongi stops his motion, leaving you helpless. His fingers travel down until they’re at your entrance. 

His first digit enters slowly and you exhale, the foreign feeling causes your back to arch. Yoongi pulls his finger back out and then pushes it back in, helping your body get familiar again with the feeling. He spends a couple of minutes of using just one finger before you feel a second digit join as he pushes back in. You let out a shaky breath, eyes closed as you enjoy the feeling, wanting something more. 

Yoongi takes notice of something and separates his mouth from your bruised colored breast and brings his lips to your ears. “Why are you so quiet?” he asks. “You weren’t this quiet at the party, or on our last lesson.” 

Yoongi curls his fingers, your body flinching. “Yoongi,” you whimper, clutching onto his hoodie. 

“I want to hear you,” he demands, thrusting his finger faster and curling them to hit your perfect spot. 

“Please,” you beg, knuckles practically turning white. 

“Let me hear you.” 

You release your grip on his hoodie, taking a hold of his cheeks and pushing his head back just enough for you to press your lips against them, letting out the moan he desires. You hope your moans are muffled enough for no one to hear. 

You can feel him smirk against your lips, thrusting his fingers even faster. Your legs shake from the sensation, your build up getting higher and closer. He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t slow down until you break the kiss, trying to stop yourself from moaning as loudly as you do. 

“Yoongi—please,” you beg, but you’re not sure whether you’re begging him to go faster, or to slow down because you’re coming and you’re coming way too quickly. 

“Your walls are closing,” he comments, curling his fingers, earning a whimper from you. 

Your back arches, toes curl and hands clutch onto his blanket as you ride out your orgasm. When your body no longer shakes, Yoongi removes his fingers, your body slightly flinching. His hand is completely removed from your sweats, leaning back to sit up on his knees. Sitting up, you watch him grab a small towel, your eyes traveling down to his now noticeable bulge in his own sweats.

Your hand reaches out, lightly touching his hardened bulge. Eyes traveling back up, Yoongi is staring down at you, eyes seeming darker than they were moments ago. “I don’t want to take it all the way yet,” he confesses, and you feel comfort in that. Even though your mind is jumbled, you don’t think you’re ready yet either. 

You shake your head in response, adding, “I… I just want to touch you,” you mumble, wanting nothing more than to look away from his intense filled gaze, but wanting to look firm and confident. However, you're pretty sure you don't. It's hard to look confident when he's staring at you with such a gaze you've never seen before. It's hard to keep eye contact with him. 

"Is that what you want?" he asks, voice deeper and raspy. 

You get to your knees, mustering all the courage to keep your gazes locked with him as your hand goes to his clothed member. Yoongi takes in a sharp breath as your hand moves along his member. "It is," you reply in a whisper, searching his dark eyes for confirmation to continue. 

Yoongi responds with his lips roughly moving against yours, tongue wanting access immediately. You give him access he wants as your hands go to his band of his sweats, pushing them down just enough for his length to spring free. 

You think back to when you were alone with him in his room. You were learning about the penis and how to give a handjob. You remember the way he looked when your hand moved up and down on him, the way his breathing hitched—how he encouraged and begged you to move your hand a certain way. 

You do as you were taught now, hearing his breathing go heavy, hands clutching onto your hair as he breaks the kiss. "Fuck," he whispers. 

"Lie down," you instruct, watching him as he opens his eyes and meets your own intense gaze. He nods and you move aside as he does as told, lying on his back. Sitting between his legs, your hand goes back to his girth, continuing your movements. 

He lets out a long breath, eyes closed as he enjoys your hand, but you want more. You want his hands in your hair, clutching it as you give him more pleasure than you did the first time you touched him. You want your mouth to give him his release the way his did during your first lesson. Remembering everything Hanbin taught you, and finding the courage to do more, you lean down. 

You stick your tongue out, licking his tip lightly. Yoongi twitches, and both your eyes meet in lustful stares. The way he's watching you makes you want to do more, and so you do. Lowering your head further down, you run your tongue up his shaft, earning a groan from him as his head falls back onto his pillow. The sounds coming out of his mouth encourages you to do more. 

You take him into your mouth, pushing your head down as far as you can, and all the wishes you had earlier begin to happen. Yoongi's hand finds its way to your hair, holding it tightly as you slowly bob your head up and down. 

"Y/N," he grunts as your head moves up, tongue swirling around his pulsing member. "Fuck." You're getting excited, the groans and moans, the way he says your name and the pleas leaving his mouth makes you go faster. As you do go faster, the sounds and words leaving his mouth become more than that. Yoongi thrusts his hips to meet you. All the sounds leaving him and the sounds that your mouth is creating is exciting you more than you thought. 

You want more. You want to go further than this. You want to feel him in you, your hands clutching his sheets or nails leaving its mark on his back. The sound of skin slapping, the smell of sex evident in the room. You want it all with him. You want Yoongi. 

You're suddenly pulled away from his shaft, gasping heavily as Yoongi sits up and kisses you roughly, his hand grabbing yours and bringing it between you two to finish what your mouth started. Your hand moves in quick movements, keeping your pace fast as your tongue dances with Yoongi's. He grunts into your mouth as you feel his warm seed falling onto your hand. 

The two of you say nothing as Yoongi pants, his hands still cupping your cheeks. Finally, you break the silence and say, "Yoongi." He leans back and looks you in your eyes. "I want you," you confess. 

He's silent for a moment, his expression hard to read. "Let's stay at the beach this weekend," he answers. 

You frown in confusion. "The beach?"

"I want you, Y/N." He caresses your cheek with his thumb. "So badly," he adds. "But I don't want it to be here—I don't want people thinking you're just another girl because of my reputation. You're more than that." His thumb brushing along your lower lip. "Plus, you won't be loud enough if it's in here." 

You can feel the blush spread across your cheeks as you look away.

"We should go camping during break," Hoseok states as he puts his textbook in his backpack.

"Yeah!" Ari agrees, standing up from her chair. "We didn't go last year like we said, but since you two are finally a couple"—she points to you—"we can actually go!" 

"To that same place Hoseok mentioned last time? The one his friend owes him?" you ask as you get to your feet as well, slipping your bag over your shoulder. 

"That's the one," Hoseok answers. "He said I can use my IOU another time, so this is the time." 

"It sounds like fun," you acknowledge, following Hoseok and Ari out of the food court. 

Ari wraps an arm around your shoulder. "It will be fun," she tells you. "We'll explore a little, build snowmen and have snowball fights. Get cozy by the fire and have hot chocolate," she lists as the two of you file behind Hoseok and ride the escalator down.

"All you have to do, Y/N," Hoseok begins, "is convince Yoongi to come."

"He doesn't like camping?" you ask as you step off the escalator.

"It's not that he doesn't like camping per se," Hoseok starts, walking alongside you, "He's just the kind of person who prefers work than having fun, but because he has you now, he can't say no."

"Yeah," Ari inputs. "Plus, who would say no to this cute face." She squeezes your cheek. 

You swat her hand away, rubbing your aching cheek. "I'll try and convince him, but if he's a workaholic, then I don't think I'll do much convincing," you say, the three of you stopping near the bus stop, waiting for the bus or shuttle to show up.

"He'll say yes, Y/N. He's acting different with you than he has with any other girl. I think you have an effect on him that no other person has," Hoseok tells you, as he points to a bus coming down the small road. "Here comes our bus." 

Following Hoseok to the bus, you try your best to hide the smile growing on your lips. You wonder if what Hoseok said is true. Is he different around you than when he was around different girls? You shake your head of those thoughts, stepping onto the bus and press your pass to the scanner. Following your friends to the back, you take a seat next to Ari. 

The ride to the dorms is quite talkative—mainly Ari talking about all the things you four will do when you get to the cabin. She's practically making a list in her head as you and Hoseok just listen, commenting every now and then. 

"I'm so excited," Ari squeals, clapping her hands once as the bus turns onto the street where your dorm's bus stop is. She looks to you and adds, "We should go shopping for snow gear and stuff. It doesn't snow here so we need to prepare." 

You can't help but chuckle. "Okay." 

As the bus pulls to a stop, the three of you stand and follow the small line of students off the vehicle. Ari and Hoseok begin talking about midterms, their stress rising before it even starts. As you walk up the stairs to your building, Hoseok presses his ID to the scanner and opens the door for you and Ari to enter. 

"Forget midterms right now—Y/N you should convince Yoongi now so that we don't have to do it later," Hoseok says as the three of you make your way down the hall to your rooms. 

"Is he here?" you ask.

"Yeah. He said he wasn't going anywhere today. He's probably drawing or making music." Hoseok presses his ID to his door's scanner, the familiar unlocking sound filling the silence before he opens the door and your heart drops. 

The two break apart, but their lips pressed against one another invades your thoughts. Yoongi looks surprised while Sam looks confused. You can hear Ari saying something, but you can’t hear her. You can’t hear anything but the rapid beating of your heart.

Hoseok is a liar.

Ari is a liar.

Yoongi is a liar.

You turn to leave, wanting nothing more than to get away from everyone. Get away from everything—all the lies, the looks of affection, the touches you two shared when you’re alone. It’s all fake—none of it was ever real.

You’re halfway across the parking lot heading towards the bus stop when you’re stopped. You turn around to see Yoongi panting, holding onto your wrist. “It’s not what you think,” he tells you in between breaths. 

Lies. 

“Liar,” you whisper. 

“Y/N—” 

“I’m different from them, huh?” Yoongi is quiet. “You know, I really thought you were different now—that being with me would change how people see you.” He remains quiet. “But you’re still the same guy that sleeps with every girl. Just looking for a distraction from her.” You can feel Yoongi’s grip on your wrist slacken. “I can’t believe I fell in love with a guy like you,” you confess, wiping away your tears. “I’m so stupid.” You pull your hand from his grasp, turn back around and leave.

“I love you,” he calls, and you stop. 

He’s lying.

He’s lying to you.

You continue forward.

[sleepdeprivedghoul]

I’m So Tired of Going to Bed Alone [MYG]

Lying there restless and all alone I could still feel the lingering fear from yet another of my night terrors. Only this time there was no Yoongi, no Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook, Jin, Jimin, or Tae to comfort me.

 Usually it was Yoongi who’d I go and visit in a quick trip down the hall, I’d just lie there with him and tell him of my nightmare as he’d listen quietly and assure me that those nightmares would never come true. 

But the boys were no longer here due to their tour, they were all the way across the globe, leaving me hear in the big, dark, house which was utterly creepy at night. The house was no longer alive without the boys and their energy, instead it was haunting. My room was threatening and the now darkened hall that lead to each of the boys rooms was scary, I’d often go to Yoongi’s because his was the closest to mine. 

Now even if I do go to seek comfort there, I’d still be alone and afraid of the dark journey, anything could be in the darkness. I turned to my side and clicked on my lamp, staring up at the bright light to try and calm my overactive nerves. 

What if I text him or Facetime him just to talk? I pursed my lips in thought and wondered if it’d be too much for him, what if he was asleep and I disturbed his slumber? Who the Hell am I kidding I do that every night. 

But what if he’s really tired? Jet lag can be a bitch and all the interviews and concerts could be wearing him down more....But he said before he left to call him for anything at all. Screw it. 

Before I could think of anything else to make me hesitate in calling him I grabbed my phone and sent a quick text just to see if he was awake. Immediately after my text went through Yoongi responded, and I received a FaceTime request from him.

Answering immediately I saw him lying in his hotel bed, a small smile on his tired face, surely he was about to take a nap. Looking at him I noticed the bed head and worried that I had awaken him. 

“S-Sorry for waking you up, again.” Only for him to roll his eyes at my response, “It’s fine Y/n, you didn’t wake me up I just woke up from my nap only to see your text.”

“I still feel bad...” I muttered while scratching the back of my head, a sad smile on my face. “What was your nightmare about?” 

Drawing in a sharp breath and pulling my bottom lip between my teeth I considered if I should actually tell him. “Don't do that Y/n.” I paused and looked into his comforting brown eyes. “Stop biting your lip and wondering if you should tell me. Just do it, you’ve got nothing to worry about, just tell me so I can make it better.”

“I had a nightmare that your plane would crash, I was fucking terrified, I don’t want any of you dead. The plane was just taking off, then when you guys where midair then  the engine blew.” I whispered remembering vividly the flames, and their screams as they were burning alive, then the explosion, their bodies being torn apart from the heat and power. 

“Well now I’m slightly worried,” he said with a chuckle and shook his head. “We’ll be fine Y/n. Plus we just landed not too long ago, probably six hours or so ago. Don't stress your pretty little head.” 

“Yoongi, it’s just,” I started to twiddle with my thumbs and Yoongi laughed at my sour expression. “I know, you’re scared, but we’ll be okay. We won't be on a plane for two more days. You don't have to stress Y/n. Do you want me to talk to you until you fall asleep like before?” 

“Please,” I whispered eyes looking down at my lap. “Lay down and get some sleep.” I did as Yoongi said phone still in my hands, I was on my side, head in the pillows, phone angled out by my bedside table. 

Yoongi was humming something and I was just staring blankly into the camera. My gut churning in both fear and desire to tell Yoongi what’s also been occupying my mind for the last two months. I’ve had so many opportunities to tell him, but every time I’ve chickened out, afraid it’d ruin our friendship. 

“Yoongi,” I started watching how he raised his head and looked into the camera. There was no going back now. “I-I’m so tired-”

“Just close your eyes and sleep Y/n, you don’t have to stay on FaceTime with me.”

“No Yoongi, fuck, this is difficult. I’m so tired of going to bed alone. I miss you, and I guess, uh-” I was cut off by him chuckling, insecurities began to wrap around my thoughts. What had I just done, I most likely just ruined our friendship. 

Looking back into the camera as his laughter subsided, I was greeted with a soft gummy smile. “What I’m hearing is you like me?” 

I bit my lower lip and nodded, “yeah... I do.” 

“When I get back you can move into my room with me, if you’re comfortable with that, maybe even share a few kisses.” My face felt as if it were on fire, I didn't dare look at him. I couldn’t, I was terrified that he was possibly joking, yet he sounded so sincere. 

“Y/n...? You there?”

“S-sorry, were you being serious or...”

“I’m very serious, Y/n, if you want to, you can. You don’t have to move into my room or kiss me, but if it’ll make you comfier go for it.” 

“Thanks Yoongi,” I was sure by now my face was a whole other color, probably the same color as Jungkook’s hair. “Do you want to fly out and just stay with us?” He asked after minute of silence. 

“Uh... No I might just jinx you guys, I’ll wait here, until your tour is over.” 

“Okay, get some sleep, Y/n.”

“Night Yoongi.”

“Night Y/n, dream of me.” He laughed as I gave the finger to the camera only provoking more laughter.  “Love you Y/n, get some sleep.” 

Biting my lower lip, shyly looking at the camera, I noticed his blush as well and my heart swelled. “Night Yoongi, love you too?” My words came out as more of a question than a statement and I mentally facepalmed. 

“Why are you questioning it? I thought you loved me, us?”

“I do but it sounds weird to say aloud to you.” 

“Whatever just get some sleep you need it. Call me when you wake up or if you have a nightmare, just call me in general.” Nodding in response I hung up and laid my head down staring at the ceiling, my heart pounding rapidly against my ribs. 

Kiss him, was all I could think of nd moving into his bedroom. Sleeping with him. My heart skipped a beat as a smile was plastered across my face. I wanted to jump around and scream in celebration. 

[guksthighs]

Black Rose

Group: BTS

Pairing: JUNGKOOK X READER

Excerpt:  “I don’t know if I can give the girl with a crush on me a job here? Sleeping with other employees is banned, apparently.”

Genre: fluff, tattoo au

Length: 1.7k

A/N: lord have mercy on guk with tats

  The tattoo shop was lighter than expected, as you stepped in feeling sorely out of place. The sound of your heels on the floor made everyone else pause in their conversations, to study you. In your baggy jumper and tight black jeans, skin void of any tattoos; no unusual piercings on your lips or nose, you were almost too normal to be there.

“I’m here to apply for the opening of receptionist,” the guy sitting at the reception put down the large sketchpad that had been concealing his face but not his dirty blonde hair and pale forehead.

He looked you up and down, before giving you a gummy smile of amusement, “Go talk to Jeongguk in the back, he’s on his lunch break. He has black hair, big arms not the other one.” You eyebrows raised in surprise at the description but you smiled anyway not wanting to look spoilt or like you were judging the establishment.

So you walked around the desk and through the doorway into the studio, neon lights dotted the words next to fake masterpieces like Van Gogh’s starry night. You looked around; tearing your eyes from the man hunched over a woman’s stomach, the whir of the needle was so comforting to you. He looked up and pointed towards another door, as you approached it bringing your fist back to knock you heard what sounded like moans and grunts, you backed away looking at the tattoo artist who had paused to watch you silently before he nodded.

You sighed heavily, squinting at him before you knocked, “come in,” you tried to hold back the second sigh as you cautiously pulled the door open, scared of what you were going to see.

A guy sat in a chair, leaning back with his feet on a desk scattered with paper tucking into a pot if instant ramen, as he let out moans of satisfaction every now and then even with you standing, fidgeting in the doorway.

“So you’re here for the job, my red rose?”

You nodded, cheeks blooming into a blush making you resemble the nickname he had called you due to what you had been thinking. He nodded for you to shut the door and smirked as he noticed the blush that had settled on your cheeks, “What did you think I was doing darling?”

Your head whipped up from admiring the tiles to glaring at him, and his gorgeously chiselled jaw, “I don’t think I need to answer that.”

He shrugged bashfully before taking his feet off the desk and patting his lap, “come sit on my lap and we can chat about the first thing that pops up.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his shameless flirting, walking over to him before taking the seat opposite him, as you leant over to take the resume out of your bag a hand landed on your shoulder, you glanced up paper in hand and realised he was looking down the gap between jumper and skin that gave him a fantastic view of your cleavage.

You brushed his hand from your shoulder and watched how he ran it through his hair, his eyebrows drawn together in thought as he read through the paper he had snatched from your hands. This gave you time to study the veins running down his forearms and the muscles defined by his white t-shirt. When your gaze finally returned to his face he was smirking at you again, knowing exactly what you had just been doing.

“I don’t know if I can give the girl with a crush on me a job here? Sleeping with other employees is banned apparently,” you sighed crossing your arms. The truth was you really needed this job, it was well-paying and near your apartment. Furthermore, as an art major, you were hoping to be able to help clients with ideas, but these were all concepts. You had to get the job first.

“I wasn’t checking you out,” you replied, deciding not to point out that he had been staring at your tits a few minutes ago,

“well what where you doing?” he seemed determined to get you to say it aloud, this guy had some seriously weird kinks you thought to yourself. But then you saw a glimmer of hope as you leant forward,

“Sorry but is your shirt on backwards?” You grinned in triumph at that little tag sticking up from inside his shirt; maybe checking him out had done you some good after all. As he looked down, pulling his shirt away form his chest to confirm that you were corrected he heaved a sigh aware he wouldn’t be hearing you admit to perving on him. But there was still a chance for Jeongguk to win this yet.

He placed both hands at the bottom of his shirt, and you couldn’t find the words to tell him just to leave it as he peeled his shirt off and you were staring at his abs, you couldn’t help but watch them ripple as he laughed at your expression.

Jeongguk then proceeded to flex his arms and you had to consciously remind yourself to keep your mouth closed to prevent dribbling, this boy would be the death of you.

“Guk get your shirt back on and hire her already. She’s the first one who hasn’t made a move on you yet, she’s perfect!” You looked in disbelief at the guy who had been sitting behind the reception, had this just been a ploy to see if you were willing to break the rules and sleep with an employee?

The door slammed and when you turned back Jeongguk was sitting with his shirt back on, a smirk still planted on his face, “I’m not sure it would be a good idea for you to be here. You have no tattoos and no experience anywhere like this, would you be able to defend yourself against drunk customers or turn old biker guys with long white beards down when they flirted with you?”

You looked him dead in the eye, you wanted this too badly to just stop fighting, “I will do what the job calls for. I’m not scared to kick someone’s ass if needs be. My campus offers free self-defense classes, and if you're not tempting me I don’t think an old biker guy will.”

Jeongguk smirked at the idea of him not tempting you. He had seen your face, your eyes widening whilst watching him, he was no idiot. And yet although you had already gotten the job in his mind, he wanted to give you one more test out of pure curiosity, he couldn’t help himself, “What’s the point of letting someone with no ink be a receptionist. How are you going to give advice or even draw patterns if you don’t have any ink? Or are you too scared to give someone a tat, scared to ruin their life with something they dislike forever? I bet you’re too pussy to give me one.”

You stared at him in shock, he was offering you, someone he ha just met with what he assumed to have no artistic ability to tattoo him, but that wasn’t going to stop you as you tilted your chin up in defiance, “Give me the needle and let me give you a tat then if it means I get the job.”

This time Jeongguk was surprised to say the least, he was fine letting you give him a small tat but the confidence and refusal to back down, he liked that fiery passion. So he got up and pulled your hand, leading you out of his room and into the studio, there he sat down on a bed and waited.

You looked around uselessly, aware he would be no help before you stood up to find someone who would help you. You found the artist who had previously been giving a tattoo in the waiting room, and he looked at you in curiosity as you explained before he laughed, introduced himself as Tae and told you to sit down as he found all the materials you would need.

“What are you doing Gukkie, Yoongi has already given her the job,” Taehyung whispered as he pulled the inks onto a tray glancing over at you sketching away at a design. They had quickly realised you weren’t a bad artist, but giving a tattoo was different to sketching on paper.

Jeongguk leant back, whispering to Taehyung, “she thinks I’m the boss,” they both laughed causing you to look up in suspicion. But you went back to sketching soon enough, Jeongguk had given you the side of his hand to tattoo, his arms already covered in designs, although there was still a lot of skin on show.

When you finally finished, Taehyung placed a blindfold on Jeongguk who sent you one last wink before helping you to place it on his skin and upon seeing the design, Taehyung whispered an offer where he would tattoo it on as to not ruin it due to the intricacy and detail.

“I didn’t even think of doing this until you said I couldn’t so really you’re the one at fault,” you said to Jeongguk, sitting next to Taehyung who quickly got to work on the tattoo. Jeongguk bit his lip at the pain but soon fell into the rhythm after realising it was Taehyung tattooing him, not you.

When it was finished you leant forward, delicately sliding the blindfold from his head. Jeongguk blinked hard as his eyes readjusted, looking at your lips before he glanced down at his hand in interest. A rose with two small blacked out leaves, just like the nickname you ad first called him. Jeongguk admired the detail and sent you his first genuine smile, before leaning forward and planting a kiss on your cheek

“You’re hired.”

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