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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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Best friends dad Joel x innocent reader

Reader is sleeping over at her best friends house. Best friend ditches her for a party/bf which leaves her alone with Joel. Joel makes fun of her innocence and pressures her into drinking/having sex with him

Night Talks

2.8k words / best friend's dad!Joel x innocent!f!reader

NSFW 18+ / joel master list

gif from @serenaxpedroo , ask from @subby-bottom

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ big girthy legal age gap, it's 2008 so 41-19 lmao, first time marijuana use, light drinking, pressure, dubious consent, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, loss of virginity, depraved praise. reader can sit in joel's lap. haphazard editing.

"I know your parents are strict as hell, but you’re an adult."

You feel uncool enough without Mr. Miller acting like you're such a square. He takes “Cool Dad” to the extreme. Yeah, you're an adult, but you don't really party and you didn't feel like going. Yeah, your parents are strict. That's why you regret going to a commuter college. It's also why you didn't go home when Sarah left. You didn't realize her hot dad was awake when you came down in your skimpy pajamas to get a drink of water. Now your eyes are drifting to his biceps as you have this weird talk in the kitchen. But if you're looking at his biceps, at least you're not looking at his PJ pants.

You feel defensive even though everything he's saying is true. "I just don't like to party," you say. "Plus, they smoke weed."

He squints at you judgmentally. "So? . . . What, you’ve never tried it?"

You're not sure how to respond to that. Mr. Miller is older and hot. His judgment carries a lot of weight because of it. You've seen him after a construction job before, sweating, arms bulging.

"Damn, you're brainwashed as hell. . . ." He looks like he feels sorry for you. "C'mon, let's have a beer. I've at least seen you with one of those before." It's flattering that he would notice, even though you probably didn’t finish it.

"I should probably go home"

He rolls his eyes and tilts his head as though to say "really?” Then he gets two beers out of the fridge and starts to open them. “Let’s skip to the part where you take a sip and relax."

"Mr. Mill-"

"Oh. . ." he waves his hand dismissively. "Mr. Miller sounds creepy. You can just call me daddy." Your heart jumps to your throat. Mr. Miller is creepy.

Then he laughs. "Damn, the look on your face. Nah, call me Joel. Look," he hands you a Coors Light. “Practically water."

You accept the beer. He takes a sip of his IPA, then teases, "We can watch somethin’ pg-13 if ya want.”

You watch Saturday Night Fever on DVD. You think it's just gonna be dancing, but it's far saucier. He glances at you, watching your reaction to the most intense scenes. You're embarrassed but try to ignore him. After Joel goes to get a second beer, you’re startled when he sits down next to you on the sofa instead of back in the recliner where he was. Your skittishness must show.

“Relax,” he says and squeezes your knee. His demeanor has changed. He has a whole different voice. “I don’t bite. . .‘less you’re into it. Can’t imagine a good girl like you though . . . Fuckin’ Miss America over here.”

Your cheeks burn. “I’m not that good,” you protest. You're not sure why.

“Yeah? Prove it,” he says and begins lightly stroking circles around your knee. The challenge quickens your heart rate and sends a rush of blood to your loins before he continues, “let’s get high.”

You're unsure if you're relieved or disappointed that's what he meant. You resist, but he offers, “you don’t even have to smoke it.”

“What, brownies?”

“No, baby.” The pet name makes you tingle. He reaches into the end table drawer and retrieves a small glass pipe and a lighter.

“C’mere, I'll show ya.” His free hand grabs yours and he leads you to the tiny bathroom. You can't help but notice the way his soft pants hug his ass.

He shuts the door behind you, then closes the toilet lid and sits down while you awkwardly stand there with your arms crossed. You lean against the 6” of available wall space. It’s a very, very small bathroom.

His biceps stretch his t-shirt as he holds the pipe to his mouth and flicks the lighter on. He moves the lighter around the weed in small circles and the glow spreads as he sucks the air through the pipe. He closes his eyes and a sensual expression loads on his face as he inhales. It’s a face of pleasure. His brow furrows and his eyes open. He slowly exhales, politely pouting and pointing his lips away from you, but keeping his eyes in your direction, shamelessly scanning your body.

As the stench of the weed creeps into your nostrils, you reflexively reach for the exhaust fan switch on the wall and he says, “Nope. Can’t hotbox with the fan on. That’s the whole point."

When the second-hand smoke starts to hit you, you feel a little woozy. Good, but woozy. You start to sit on the counter and he stops you. “Sink’s not braced yet.”

He pats his lap. There’s nowhere else to sit unless you leave the bathroom, and you don’t want to. So you sit on Mr. Miller's lap. His pants are soft and his legs are warm. You’re hesitant to put all your weight on him until he says, “Relax, I can handle it,” and he does have meaty thighs. He strokes your bare thigh, making you wet and self conscious that you hadn’t shaved in a week.

He looks around at the smoke in the bathroom. “How’s it feel?”

“Um, good,” you say. He looks back and forth between your eyes and smiles.

"Good, good. . ."

You look at each other for what feels like a few minutes, playing chicken about who will finally talk next. Then he asks, "ready for the next step?”

“Nah. . . I don't wanna smoke.”

“Don’t have to. Just breathe out when I squeeze once." He squeezes your thigh once to demonstrate. "And breathe in when I squeeze twice." He demonstrates again. "And keep your mouth open."

You don't say anything, trying to envision what he's going to do.

"You’re gonna love it.”

“Okay,” you say. Why not? You’re feeling pretty relaxed.

“Gotta face me though,” he says. He nudges you to stand up, then he urges you back into his lap, but straddling him.

You hesitate and resist a little.

“Only live once baby”

You go ahead and straddle him, but you're very aware of how short, loose, and flowy your shorts are. You can feel the air between your legs. He takes a deep, horny breath as you settle in and his eyes darken.

"God, you're hot," he mutters. That's the moment you're certain he wants to fuck you. You shyly look down and away.

"I'm serious," he says.

Then he spares you the need to respond, leaning back to make room between you for his muscular arms before he brings the pipe to his mouth. He sucks in and holds the air in his mouth then turns and puts the pipe on the back of the toilet behind him. When he faces you again, his large hands slide up both your thighs. His chest expands as he inhales the smoke in his mouth, then he holds it in and squeezes your thighs once.

You breathe out. He leans in, cradles your head with one hand and opens his mouth, not exhaling yet, smoke curling between his lips, then squeezes your thigh twice. As you begin to inhale, he blows the smoke right into your mouth. And he keeps his face close to yours as he watches you turn your head and exhale.

“Attagirl,” he says and your heart flutters.

Every part of you wants to kiss him right now, and it looks like he wants that, too. He leans in a little.

But the smoke burns, and you turn your head and cough. Joel pats then rubs your back. "Damn, I shoulda gone slower." When you stop coughing, your watery eyes meet his, and he cracks a smirk. You're super high and very wet. He looks entranced by you.

"Guess you're right," he murmurs.

"Hmm?"

"You're not that good a girl. . ." You feel conflicted hearing these words, until his hands return to your legs and he says, "Only one thing I like more than a bad girl." His hands slide all the way up your thighs and his eyes follow his hand. His thumb easily nudges its way inside the inseam of your shorts - it happens so fast - and before you know it he lightly strokes the apex of your folds. Your hips tilt into his touch and he strokes lower, feeling how wet you are. With his other thumb he pulls the shorts to the side to see your pussy. He inhales deeply through the nose, looking you in the eyes. "Only thing better than a bad girl? A good girl gone bad."

His hands find your ass and pull you into his crotch where the stiffness of his warm length takes your breath away, and you softly gasp.

“Yeahhh,” he says. “You like that?”

Yeah, you do, and he clearly knows you do. But you’re super high and too embarrassed to say it.

“Bet you're a virgin, too.”

“I-"

“You don’t have to say it,” he whispers, to your relief. Then he leans forward and his facial hair brushes your cheek as he brings his mouth to your ear and says, "Cause I know you don't wanna be."

He leans back, pulling you into him harder and his arousal swells into you, making your walls twitch and your clit throb.

He wets his lips then wraps one arm around you and cradles your head with the other hand. His lips press into yours and a wave of arousal ripples through your body. Your nipples harden. His tongue brushes yours and he grinds into you with a soft grunt into your mouth. You've never been more turned on.

Your lips tear away from his as you literally swoon. He easily catches you as you slump to the side.

"Whooaa, okay." He holds you in one arm and reaches to open the door. "Let's get you some fresh air."

He puts a hoodie of his on you and you go outside for a few minutes. You're embarrassed.

"Sorry," you say, unsure what you're sorry for.

"No, no, don't be sorry baby. That was all me." He puts his arms loosely around you and you rest your head on him. "Couldn't think straight cause you're so goddamn hot."

You smile shyly into his shirt. "I think I'm okay now."

"Good." He strokes the crown of your head with his whole palm.

You ask, "Think Sarah will be back soon?"

"Doubt it. Usually sneaks back in around dawn. Wanna watch another movie?"

"Um, sure."

"We can do whatever we want."

It’s not long into the movie before things heat up again. You’re at the end of the sofa and he has his arm around you. He caresses you with that hand, starting with your arm, then your shoulder, then your collar bone. Out of the corner of your eye, he adjusts himself. “Lord almighty,” he says under his breath.

“Why dontcha bring those pretty legs up here?”

“I haven’t shaved in-”

“Think I care?" he urges your legs into his lap, pulls them all the way into his crotch, and presses them down on his solid wood with a soft grunt. Your eyes go wide and you take a deep breath. He stops pretending to watch the movie and eases your legs down flat on the sofa, scooting himself out from under them, getting on his side.

"C'mere," he growls. He watches his fingers trail up your leg all the way to your breast as he lays down facing you, slightly on top of you. His gaze remains fixed there as he slides his hand up your thin pajama shirt and palms a breast. Your mouth falls open and he grinds his hard package against your hip. Then he lifts your top up to see both your tits. "God damn," he says.

He slides his hand into your shorts, brings his face to yours, and starts kissing you again, hard and slow, his tongue claiming your mouth, your lips softly accepting every movement of his while he gropes your dripping seam desperately and moans into your mouth. His movements intensify, becoming more urgent as he gets between your legs. Sweat is blotching his shirt. He slides an arm under yours and a whiff of his armpit opens your legs.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes as your hips tilt for him. He urgently tugs down your shorts, breathing heavily. He expertly fingers you, making your toes curl. He inserts one, then two thick digits. Three is a stretch but not too bad. “perfect,” he murmurs. He fingers you for a minute, both of you getting hornier.

Then he frees himself from his waistband and his thick arousal falls heavily against your slickened clit, sending a bolt of need to your chest. He drags it down and nestles his tip at your entrance, then his large hand lifts your thigh and you wrap your leg around him. He looks up at your face, reads your eyes and says in a low rumble, "yeah, you're ready for it. . . couldn't be more ready, could ya?" Maybe he’s right. Maybe.

He grunts as he begins to push into your tight, wet hole and you gasp at the stretch of his tip. "C'mon now, you can do it baby." He inhales deeply, then pushes further. "Yeahh." It hurts, but the pain is nothing compared to the incredible feeling of being filled. He's pretty slow and gentle, but never asks if you're okay. He pushes harder until about half his shaft is sheathed by your warmth. "Perfect fuckin' pussy" he breathes. "Tight as hell. Wet 'n ready for this cock."

"C'mon, baby." He retreats halfway before plunging to the hilt, parting your insides and bottoming out with a shudder. There's an unfamiliar, primal look on his face that stirs something deep inside you. He stays there, all the way inside for a moment as though trying not to come instantly at the feeling of you wrapped around him. He pulls back again, all but the tip, then pushes forward, a little smoother but still a squeeze. He does it again and groans "Yeeahh," he bottoms out. His face makes him look like he's in pain.

He lowers his chest over yours and the way he looks at you makes you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. He slowly backs out and fills you up again, saying "Good, that's it baby" as you tilt your hips. He kisses you and his cock slowly recedes then pushes in again. Your ample slick allows him to slowly pump in and out of you even with you being so tight.

He kisses you aggressively, then plants his lips on your neck as he buries his length in you again and again.

Slower, then at a moderate pace. He kisses you. He looks at you. "Hot as hell, baby." He gropes a breast. Then his lips graze your throat as he fucks you.

You’re looking over his shoulder with his face in your neck. Never imagined this would happen tonight. Or here, or with him, but he feels incredible. He fills you up harder, then a little faster. The way his back stretches his tight t-shirt is a vision.

“God damn." Your whole body is rocking with this power of his cock slamming into you. "You’re a natural, baby." He thrusts hard with a grunt. "Already takin’ my cock this good?” He brings his filthy mouth back to yours and keeps filling you with his thick cock. "Ohh yeah. . . " His breathing changes. "wanna come in this tight pussy so fuckin bad"

"You can't, I don't-"

It looks like it kills him. He mutters, "fuck," holds his breath, then pulls out, "Ahhh," he releases the breath with a loud sigh and spills his cum on your bare stomach. His anguished face, his cock in his hand, his cum shooting out onto your stomach, it’s the hottest scene. You feel it searing into your mind.

He tucks himself away, lies down at your side again, and starts fingering you, circling your clit. “Look even hotter with my cum all over ya.” He’s making you feel things you thought only a toy could do, not even your own hand. “C’mon, baby, come for me.” It doesn’t take long before your back arches and you’re seeing stars, jolting into his big, veiny hand, his dark eyes watching you in a trance.

As your orgasm fades, a smirk spreads across his face. “Damn, didn’t think it’d be that easy.”

The blood drains from your face.

“No, no, makin’ you come, baby. Makin’ you come.”

He cups your face reassuringly. “You’re real damn hot, you know that? Fuck.”

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pasteljooonie · 5 years ago

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Infatuation | Yoongi

Description; Agust D was a world know rapper. Yoongi, was a brat that had too much money to handle. When he and his manager run into trouble, he realizes the attitude that comes out when around her is jealously, because he couldn’t have her.

Warning; Cussing, Mature, Blood Mentions, Fighting

Smut Warning; Rough sex, Biting, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, Body Appreciation, Unprotected Sex.

Genre; Angst | Smut | AU

Pairing; Yoongi x Reader | Namjoon x Jin

Word Count; 6.7k

"And that's a wrap for tonight! Take it on home, and get some sleep, we have to be back at seven am sharp, anyone late will be fired, that's a promise! Now get your asses home." You sighed, watching the crew begin to disperse, all sharing collective sighs of relief. You were shooting Yoongi's newest music video, and were finally calling a night at two am, thankful there was little needed to be put away, as the rest could remain out for tomorrow's shoot, and what did need to be storaged was being handled by the interns, and they were already nearly done. "Wow it almost seems like you don't want to be here, how shocking." You mocked, walking up to Yoongi as his assistant handed him a water bottle. "Wow it almost seems like you don't have anything productive to say, how shocking." He fired back, making you hit him with your clipboard. "I'm sorry, what would you like me to say? You did great today, you weren't a dick to all the interns, you were cooperative with the crew, you didn't throw more than four tantrums, congrats." You scoffed, making him roll his eyes in response. You were a manager, working under BigHit, and specifically assigned to Yoongi. He had a history of not getting along with his managers, and you were hired to keep him in check, and help him as he toured, produced music, and made music videos. "If you're going to be August D, you need to be productive." You spoke up again. "Stop showing up late and covered in hickeys, stop acting like a frat boy, and screw your head on straight. I'm not going to keep cleaning up your messes when you're too hungover to clean them up yourself. I'm not an assistant, I'm a manager. I don't assist, I manage, and that means sending your ass home, and going to bed, since you need to be awake and back here, in five hours. Otherwise, this album isn't happening, and you can kiss your next tour goodbye." You snapped, making him glare at you. "암캐" he muttered under his breath, making you roll your eyes. "Now go." You snapped, watching him storm away as you sighed, rubbing your temples irritably, before turning away. Making sure everyone was gone, before leaving yourself.

"God he's so obnoxious. They warned me of what I would have to deal with, but god sometimes I just want to punch him in the face." You sighed, laying next to your two closest friends, both of them nodding in agreement. "From what we've heard, only the twelve thousand times you rant about him, sounds like it." Jin said, making you sigh. "He's just a bratty rich kid." You groaned. "And I'm working these hellish hours, not getting any sleep at all, and he's out partying and making me clean him up when he stumbles in drunk again." You huffed. "Well you probably don't get any sleep because you spend the 4 hours you have sitting on your bed complaining to us." Tae said, making you sigh again. "I know, but this is the only therapy I have, so I don't care." You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes, before sighing again. "Besides, tomorrow is the last day of shooting, it'll only be a six hour day, then I can stay away from him for the next week while they edit and finish it, after that it's just choreo, so I just sit and watch during those sessions." You explained. "Sounds like a babysitter." Jin said, making you shrug. "Then I'm his babysitter. I don't care anymore, as soon as this tour starts everything will be fine. He's just being more of a pain in my ass than usual and I have no idea why." You mumbled, rubbing your eyes softly as you glanced at the clock beside your bed, it was still only three, you could get at least two hours of sleep if you kicked the boys out of your room soon. "Maybe he's on his period." Tae said, making you smack him as Jin laughed, "yeah maybe." You sighed, unable to hide the yawn that escaped your lips. Tae rubbed your back softly before moving to the edge of the bed and forcing you to lay down. "Get some rest, you clearly need it." Jin said softly, you waved your hand at him, but felt sleep nearly pull you under the second your head hit the pillows. "I don't know what I would do without you guys." You whispered, yawning again as you let your eyes close, feeling the bed move as they both got up, and Jin patted your leg softly. "Probably die."

Your sleep was too short, and it was too cold as your alarm woke you up. You groaned in annoyance as you turned it off, resisting the urge to throw your phone at the wall. Groaning again, you sat up slowly, setting your phone down as you grabbed a pillow and repeatedly hit yourself in the face with it. The last thing you wanted was to be awake right now. Finally sighing in defeat, you set the pillow down and made yourself stand up, shivering as you made your way to the bathroom. You didn't change last night, too tired to care about what you slept in, and that meant your makeup as well. You spent a few minutes splashing your face with cold water and cleaning it until it looked presentable, before finally getting dressed. You grabbed the first outfit you found, thankful you were able to wear clothes for comfort and not business, you were able to wear jeans and a regular shirt. Once you were finally dressed you walked out of the room, sighing as you reached the kitchen, and were startled to see Tae and Jin both awake, the later standing by the stove while Tae sat at the island. "Morning sleeping beauty." Jin said softly, setting a plate of toast next to Tae. "I know you have to go, so I made a to-go bag." He smiled, setting a brown paper bag next to the toast. "You're a life saver." You sighed, smiling appreciatively at him as you set your jacket next to the bag, "I have to go get my shoes, I'll be back around one? Maybe two? You guys got any plans?" You asked, already walking back to your room. "Nope! Days off." Tae yelled. "We should go to lunch!" You yelled back, sliding your shoes on, and grabbing your phone. "Sounds good to me." Tae replied, you heard Jin mumble something as well, and smiled to yourself. Glancing down at your phone you saw a missed call and text from Yoongi from half an hour ago.

"Where are you?"

"Shit." You cursed, standing up quickly and running back to the living room, "gotta go. Thanks for the breakfast, see you guys later." You mumbled hurriedly, thanking Jin as he handed you a thermos of coffee, and helped you collect your things. "Yoongi?" Tae asked, despite already knowing the answer. "Babysitter can't be late." You replied, making him snort softly, you said bye to them again and shut the door, cursing under your breath as you hurried to your car.

"You're not supposed to be here until seven." You told Yoongi, watching him struggle to get out of his car. "What time is it?" He asked, rubbing his eyes irritably as you huffed. "Six. The time I'm supposed to be here. What are you doing?" You asked, watching him shrug. "I woke up here." He mumbled, taking a step forward, and tripping over his feet. You watched him fall to the ground and cursed, setting your things on top of his car and helped him back onto his feet. "You woke up here?" You asked, putting his arm over your shoulder and leading him to the set as he nodded. "Did you drive back here? I watched you leave last night, did you come back for something?" You asked, sitting him in a chair as he groaned. "You." His voice was weak as he mumbled, and you sighed. "Stay here." You told him, before going back to his car and grabbing your things. "Why were you looking for me?" You asked, sitting across from him as he groaned. "I don't know. That's all I remember before waking up in my car here." He answered, and you sighed. "You probably got shitfaced. You look hungover, here." He glanced at you blearily as you held out your thermos for him, he took it and twisted the cap off, sniffing the contents questioningly. "It's not black, but it should help keep you awake, eat this, I need to make a call, the crew will have my head if there's no coffee and donuts this morning." You told him, standing up as you watched him begin eating the breakfast Jin made for you. "There's always coffee and donuts." Yoongi said softly making you scoff. "I know. I pick them up from the bakery, but I couldn't stop by before I got here because I had to come make sure you weren't in the back of a police car." You told him, watching him shrug as you stepped away and called Tae.

"I owe you." You sighed gratefully as Tae and Jin arrived with bags and boxes in their arms, "Well we do still have lunch later right? That'll cover it." Tae smiled cheekily as he helped you set up the table, "what's that?" You asked Jin as he held out a bag for you. "More breakfast. I knew you'd give it to him, and you need to eat too." He said as you smiled, hugging him tightly. "God I really would die without you two." You mumbled, beginning to set the donuts up in their usual position. You suddenly heard a car approach and raised your head, it was still six thirty, nobody was supposed to be here yet, but realization crossed your face as you watched the car park and saw four boys step out. "Those are his roommates." You told Tae and Jin, focusing your attention back on the donuts. "He's back here boys." You yelled loud enough for them to hear, but you heard the footsteps stop close and raised your head in confusion, startled to see them standing on the other side of the table holding boxes of donuts. "Yoongi?" You asked, glancing back at the rapper, who shrugged. "Thank you." You mumbled, taking the boxes from them. "This is so many oh my god." You laughed softly, trying to make room for them all, "well I guess this can be used as a way to say thanks since today's the last day of filming." You shrugged, clearing the trash as you turned back to Yoongi, he was still eating Jin's breakfast and slid money to one of his roommates, making you roll your eyes. "Thank you Yoongi. Now we have enough for everyone to go into a diabetic coma." You laughed softly, making a smile grace his lips for a second. "Thank you guys again, I'm sorry for bothering you." You turned to Tae and Jin, watching them only shrug in response, "it was no problem, honestly." Tae replied, Jin remained silent, his eyes glancing at one of Yoongi's roommates. You rolled your eyes playfully before hugging the both of them, and bidding goodbye as they went back home, soon followed by Yoongi's roommates leaving as well.

"You didn't have to do that you know." You said once it was just the two of you. "You're always cleaning up my messes, take it as a thank you, for everything you do." His voice was soft, and you were almost startled hearing those words pass his lips. He never thanked you for something done indirectly. "Well, thank you." You mumbled, making him snort as you began to drink the coffee Jin had brought. "I just thanked you, and your response is 'thank you'? Okay ___" he laughed, and you felt heat rise to your face, and your stomach flutter. You cringed at the feeling and occupied yourself with setting up the props, you didn't know why he was acting so different towards you, but your hated the way it made you feel. After knowing him for nearly two years, him suddenly not acting like a brat was startling. You just hoped he'd go back to how he usually acts soon. "Do you have any medicine?" Yoongi suddenly asked, making you jump and turn to face him, "umm, like pain killers? Yeah." You nodded, walking over to your purse and grabbing the pill bottle. "Do you have a headache?" You asked, pouring the pills into your hand and grabbing him a water bottle. He nodded, thanking you softly as you handed the items to him. You watched him take the pills and pressed your forearm against his forehead. "Are you getting sick?" You asked, squatting down to look him in the eyes, you put your hands on either side of his face. "You're warm. How do you feel?" You asked, grabbing a towel, putting water on it, and holding it against his head. He didn't reply. His eyes were trained on yours, studying your features, until you snapped him out of it. "F-Fine." He answered, blinking slowly as his eyes trailed from your eyes to your lips. "Take it easy alright? You've still got twenty minutes until things actually start, use the peace and quiet as much as you can, see if you can shut your eyes for a bit." You told him, your eyes meeting his, and you saw an emotion behind his eyes that you couldn't place, and shrugged it off as his hangover. "There's more coffee if you need it. Today's an easy day today. Very little dancing, mostly just the slow scenes. It's scheduled as a six hour day, but if we work well enough, shooting should be done within three hours, and we can take breaks if you need any, just let me know if you start feeling sick okay?" You told him, watching him nod as you stood up. He mumbled something under his breath that you couldn't hear, and you shrugged it off and returned to setting things up.

"And that is a wrap on the music video! Thank you so much to everyone that contributed to making this, it's been a pleasure working with all of you, please, take some donuts on your way out." You laughed as everyone clapped, saying goodbye to each other and packing up their items. "Yoongi, you alright?" You asked, walking over to him as he sat in a chair, fanning himself with your clipboard. He nodded slowly, and you feigned a smile. "See? Just like I said, a three hour day. And we're done. You don't have anything other than editing, but you don't need to be there for that if you’re not up for it, so you have the next week to relax and feel better, use it. Don't be out partying, otherwise this sickness isn't going to go away okay? Tell your roommates to buy soup and painkillers. Until then..." You trailed off, reaching into your bag and pulling out the pill bottle from earlier. "Don't abuse it, it's just light stuff." You told him, making him roll his eyes as he took the bottle from you. "Thank you." He said softly, and you nodded, smiling at him again, before beginning to clean up. Today's clean up was longer as things actually had to be taken, and fully cleaned, but by the end it was just you and Yoongi, and two left over boxes of donuts.

"You okay to drive?" You asked, walking over to him, and holding a donut box out. "Yeah." He nodded, waving it off as he gathered his things, seeming more energized than earlier. "Thank you for earlier." He said softly, setting his car keys on top of the box in his hands. "I know I'm a pain in the ass. But I genuinely do appreciate it. I don't know what I would do without you." He said softly. You couldn't help but smile as you glanced at your feet shyly. "Probably die." You replied, he smiled and nodded his head, "yeah, you're probably right. I'll see you around." He said with a soft laugh, waving as he walked to his car. You watched him leave and sighed, watching his car drive away, and you felt a feeling in your gut you hadn't felt in a long time.

"You're an idiot." Tae scoffed. "I know." You groaned in annoyance, holding your head in your hands, sighing as you glanced back up at the boys sitting across from you. The three of you were at lunch, and you had told them that your feelings for Yoongi were turning from a hatred to more of a caring nature. "You were just telling us you wanted to punch him in the face." Jin reminded you. "I know." You sighed. "And now you're saying that you want to kiss him in the face." He said making you snort softly at his wording. "I know I'm just as irritated at myself as you are, but I don't know, he was just acting really different today, he was being nicer, and thanking me-" "that's toxic." Tae interrupted you, making you sigh. "It's not like he's an asshole that beats me and I'm forgiving him because he gave me a flower. He's just annoying, and he's being really nice now, call it a character arc, he's acting a lot nicer, and I appreciate it." You told them, "you're appreciating it too much." Jin replied, making you sigh for the millionth time. "I'm not saying I'm going to go and suck the guys dick. All I'm saying is, he's acting a lot nicer now, and I'm appreciating it. Okay? That's all." You defended yourself. You saw Tae and Jin share a look before sighing. "Just don't move too fast alright? This isn't just a one night stand that you'll forget, this is also your job, and if things go south, BigHit won't just fire Yoongi, managers are replaceable in the eyes of big corporations." Tae warned you, making you nod slowly and huff as you shoved some of your food in your mouth. "I need new friends that will just condone my stupid habits instead of being smart and warning me of the consequences." You sighed, making Jin roll his eyes as he kicked your leg playfully.

Yoongi's attitude didn't change. It was a month later now, and everything was going smoothly, his music video was done, had been for a few weeks now, and you two were just preparing things for tour, and he was still being nice and friendly. You didn't know what had gotten into him to suddenly make him change his attitude, but you knew one thing, it made your 'want to kiss him' turn into a 'want to have a relationship with him' and even you weren't blind enough to know these were dangerous waters. But as of now, nothing mattered as you danced alongside Jin and Tae. The club you stood in was loud and sweaty, drinks in your guys' hands as you forgot about the next day's duties. "Looky looky." Tae teased, pointing out the entrance where you watched Yoongi and his roommates walk in. "Shut up and tease Jin, I'm getting another drink." You smacked his shoulder playfully before walking over to the bar. You sat on a stool and ordered your drink, watching Yoongi approach as you waited. He didn't see you at first, but his excitement when he did was impossible to not notice. "Hey!" He greeted, smiling wide as he walked over, sitting on the stool next to you. "What're you guys doing here?" You asked, watching him order four drinks and a water. "Boys wanted a night out." He told you, handing the drinks to his roommates, and taking the water for himself. "That's new." You pointed out, watching him shrug. "I'm the driver." He replied, watching you nod understandably. "Yeah that's Jin's duty tonight, I just wanted to drink." You snorted softly, watching Yoongi glance at your roommates. "The pink haired one?" He asked, watching you nod in response. "What's his sexuality, do you know?" Yoongi asked, making your heart drop suddenly, "he uh, he's bisexual. Why?" You asked nervously. "My friend, Namjoon-" he pointed him out. "Has been eyeing him, just curious." He replied making you laugh softly. "That's good, Jin's been eyeing him as well." You told him, making him laugh softly. "Perfect, we'll have to try and find a way to set them up then eh?" He laughed, nudging you softly as you smiled, nodding in agreement. "I have to go to the bathroom can you watch my drink?" You hiccuped, watching him nod, he slid the drink closer to him and you got up, thanking him softly before heading to the bathroom like stated. You sighed at the line, despite expecting nothing less from a crowded bar. You waited your turn and were thankful it went quick, and you were already heading back to where Yoongi sat just a few minutes later. "That was unusually quick." He commented, making you scoff softly as you grabbed your drink. "What you time my bathroom breaks now?" You laughed, taking a sip of your drink as he laughed softly, "no, I just meant for usual bar bathroom times, there's always long lines." He said, making you nod, smiling as you saw Jin smiling as he leaned against the bar, and talked to Namjoon, "How're you feeling?" You asked him, seeing him more spaced out than usual, he sat up slowly and stretched. "I'm fine." He replied, turning to face you. "Just bored." He shrugged, you nodded, pursing your lips, you hesitated, before finishing your drink and standing up, "wanna dance?" You asked, holding your hand out to him, he seemed hesitant, before taking your hand and letting you lead him to the dance floor. He seemed awkward, and unsure what to do as you began to move slowly, smiling encouragingly, he slowly began to dance with you, a smile on his face as you two began to dance with each other, and sway along to the music.

The room was spinning when you woke up. You weren't sure what had happened, and weren't sure why you felt as bad as you did. You had never had a hangover this bad, and groaned as you raised your arm in an attempt to brush your hair out of your face, but found it limp, and it fell onto your face painfully instead. "T-Tae?" You whispered, trying to open your eyes but finding it difficult to. You finally got them open and sighed in relief, your head spinning as you tried to sit up and move properly. After a few more moments you finally found strength, and were able to stand up, but found yourself gripping the dresser for support. Only now, you realized, you were not in your bedroom. You looked around quickly, your head buzzing as you analyzed the room around you, and sighed in relief when you recognized it as Yoongi's, from the many times you dragged him home drunk. The previous nights adventures ran through your mind, and you tried to piece it together as you moved towards the door, hoping you would find answers down the hallway. You groaned at the light and covered your eyes, having to hold onto the wall to keep yourself standing, you finally reached the living room and covered your eyes to block out the light, and sighed in relief when you saw Tae and Jin sitting in the living room. "Jin?" You mumbled softly, taking a step forward, the sound of your voice made all the boys face you, Tae and Jin jumped up off the couch and immediately ran to your side, "Hey, come lay back down." Tae mumbled, leading you back to Yoongi's bedroom, and you were too weak to protest. "What's going on?" You asked, looking at them with confused eyes. "Where's Yoongi? Why are we at his house?" You asked, sitting on the bed slowly. "You need to rest alright? We'll talk later, you need more sleep." Jin said softly, making you lay down as you tried to argue, but your words were mumbled and didn't make sense to even you, sighing in defeat, you acknowledged the tiredness pulling you back under, and heard yourself mumble Yoongi's name as you fell asleep.

"So is everyone going to pretend they can't hear me?" You asked. It was later now, a day after the bar, and you were still in Yoongi's bed, yet he was no where to be found. Namjoon was the victim of your question as he set food down on the bed for you. "I'm not sure I'm the best one to talk to you about it." He mumbled, self consciously wrapping his arms around yourself, but you didn't care who told you, you wanted to know what happened to leave you with little memory of the night and in the bed of the artist you managed. "I don't care, just tell me please, it's really irritating not knowing, and pretty panic inducing when nobody-not even your best friends are talking to you, and you're in someone else's bed, in their clothes." You knew the words hit him hard and he sighed, closing the door softly, and sat on the edge of Yoongi's bed, very hesitant as he tried to find his words. "You and Yoon were dancing...." He started, scratching the back of his neck nervously, "and he had to go make a phone call, so he asked Jin and I to keep an eye on you, because you were acting weird, we just thought you were drunk, and would occasionally glance at you." He explained. Your heart began racing in fear as you twisted your fingers together. "We only looked away for a few seconds, and when we looked back you were walking away with someone. We thought it was Yoongi. Your friend said that you two have gotten a lot closer in the last month and so we assumed you were leaving or-" "Namjoon." You interrupted him, wanting him to get back to the point. "It wasn't. We didn't know who he was. Yoongi said he was coming back inside after the phone call, and he saw him leading you out of the bar, you were barely awake, and were mumbling your friends name. I don't know what happened next, but by the time we made it outside, you were unconscious on the curb and Yoongi was on top of the other guy. We took you away quickly, not knowing what to do, but knowing the police would show up, me and Jin were driving you, and we decided to take you here, it was closer than your house, and we could both keep an eye on you until the others got back. They talked to the police, and the guy is gone, but nobody's heard from Yoongi since. He texted us, telling us to move you to his room, and make sure someone was always with you, and he's been gone since." He finished explaining. Your heart was racing as your stomach turned on itself, and you tried to figure out your emotions. You heard him call Jin's name softly, and soon had your friends comforting you as you tried to wrap your mind around everything.

The apartment was silent as you sat on the couch, still piecing your feelings together. It was a few hours later, later in the evening. Jin and Tae had left to get food, they tried to insist you come, or one of them stay with you, but you wanted alone time, and that's what you had for a little while, until you heard the doorbell ring. You got up slowly, and opened the door, your face falling as you saw Yoongi on the other side of the door, his head low as he held out a pill bottle, the painkillers you had given him during the music video. "Thought you might have a headache." He mumbled, still not meeting your eyes as you grabbed his arm and roughly pulled him into the apartment. "Are you kidding me?" You snapped, making him look up at you in shock. "After everything you tell them to put me in your bed, put me in your clothes, and yet you just disappear? With no trace? And don't bother saying anything o-or even texting?!" You snapped, pushing his chest as he took a deep breath. "I'm not doing this." He spoke calmly, despite the anger radiating off of him, he moved past you and towards the door, tossing the painkillers onto the counter. "No we are doing this because you owe me an explanation!" You snapped, walking over and putting your hand on the door, knowing he could open it despite your attempts if he tried hard enough. "What do you want me to say?!" He snapped turning to face you as his jaw trembled. "What do you want me to do huh? To face you? To talk to you? To pretend it's not my fault? Is that what you want ___? Cause you're not going to get it." He sneered, making your heart drop softly. "Yoongi this isn't your-" "how? How is it not my fault? You left your drink with me. You sat next to me. You danced with me. You trusted me." The last sentence was barely a whisper as he said it, tears welling in his eyes as you swallowed thickly. "You're hurt." You said softly, seeing dried blood on his neck, causing him to scoff as he turned away again. "You can't just walk out on me!" You yelled angrily, "watch me." He snapped, his hand on the door handle as you ran over to him. "I don't know why you're acting like this! We're both fine, and we barely even started being able to tolerate each other a month ago! It's not like we're good friends! You-“ you broke off, not finishing your sentence as it hurt yourself to say. "You don't know why I'm acting like this?" He asked, his voice dangerously low as he turned to face you again.

"I'm sorry, would you rather me go back to who I was? Treating you and everyone else like shit because I hated myself too much and couldn't admit that I was the problem?!" He snapped, making your face fall as you took a step back. "The wannabe frat boy drinking myself to death and fucking hookers cause I didn't want to admit that I was in love with the one girl that I couldn't have?! Is that what you want __?! You want an explanation?! I couldn't face you because I'm in fucking love with you and knowing you got hurt because of me made me not even able to face myself!" He snapped, a tear passing his eyes as you stood speechless in front of him. He scoffed as he turned on his feet again, and opened the apartment door. Before he could step out however, you raced to his side again, and this time when he faced you, you pressed your lips against his. Kicking the door shut you held him closely. He grabbed you suddenly, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled your body roughly against his, panting against your lips as he lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you to your room. Once in reach he threw you onto the bed, and climbed over you, his hands on either side of your head as he trailed his lips down to your neck, and pulled your shirt off quickly. You were panting underneath him as he kissed along the exposed skin of your stomach, and made his way down to your jeans, kissing above your jean-line as he undid your button and zipper, pulling them down your legs swiftly, you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back up to you, kissing him messily as you began to undo his belt. He pulled away to take his shirt off, and let his jeans fall to the floor and kick them away, you looked at him above you, reach forward you trailed your fingers along his exposed skin, seeing fresh bruises littering his skin and a healing cut just below his jaw, undoubtedly from the fight Namjoon had explained, you pulled him down, kissing him softly. He smiled against your lips before trailing his down to your neck again, you felt his hand trail down your stomach before he slid his fingers into your panties, and found your clit. You gasped at the sudden feeling and tugged at his hair, feeling him groan against your neck as he began to rub circles on your clit quickly. You moaned and arched your back off the bed, wanting more of him you tried to tell him, but found yourself speechless as he entered a finger inside of you.

You whined at the feeling, pulling his head from your neck to kiss his lips as you moaned. "I'm gonna cum." You whispered, your thighs clenching around his hand, he smiled against your lips and entered another finger, making you whimper in pleasure as he egged you on, his lips still ghosting over yours as he smirked and whispered "good girl." You whined again as he added a third finger, thrusting them inside of you quickly, and curving them, making you gasp as he hit your g-spot. You gripped his shoulders roughly and found yourself moving your hips with him. He drank in your reactions and fastened his pace, swallowing your moans as you gasped, cumming around his fingers, he continued to rub your clit and bring you down from your high until there were tears in the corners of your eyes and you were breathless. "I need you." You didn't care how needy you sounded as you watched him smirk, bringing his fingers to his lips you watched him run his tongue over each of them, making you groan as you quickly undid your bra and threw it across the room, desperate to have him inside you, you pulled your underwear off next, and saw him finally begin to pull his underwear down, his smirk still on his lips as he found himself at the end of the bed, and kissing up your legs slowly. "Don't even think about it." You warned as he reached your thighs, paying extra attention to the soft skin on the insides of your thighs, you gasped as you felt a sharp pain, and saw him smirk and run his tongue over the bite mark, and you couldn't deny the heat it caused in your stomach. "Yoongi I swear to god-" you were cut off as he put his hand on your pussy again, his fingers teasing the folds as you whined. "Desperate, are we?" He teased, loving your reactions, he continued to slowly move his fingers, taunting you as he ran them along your slit slowly. "I'm going to kill you." You whispered breathlessly, making him laugh, and only egging him on more. "Easy, you're going to get what you want, I'm just having my fun. I can't help it, your reactions are fucking amazing." He smiled, kissing your stomach again, making you whine impatiently. He finally gave in, and moved his position, so he was now hovering over you, and kissed your lips softly. "You're so goddamn beautiful." He whispered, putting his hand on your cheek, and running his thumb over your bottom lip. "Now's not the best time to go soft on me Yoongi." You whispered, desperate for him to fuck you.

"I know, but it's rude to be looking at art and not appreciate the beauty of it." He hummed, letting his hand trail back down to your clit and rub slow circles on it. "Shut the fuck up and fuck me already." You panted, hating the stupid smirk on his stupid face as he peppered your face in kisses. "As you wish Jagiya." He whispered, giving you a soft wink, before lining himself with you, you felt him rub the tip of his cock slowly along your pussy, allowing it to collect your wetness and make his entry easier, you waited impatiently, and gasped as you felt him slowly push in. He only took seconds to bottom out, and stilled to let you adjust. "Holy fuck." You panted out, your mind in a haze and at a loss of words as you nodded at him, telling him it was okay to move. He leaned down and kissed you softly as he pulled out, before pushing back in. Still moving slowly as you panted against his lips, whimpering as his pace quickened. "Fuck." Yoongi gasped, groaning quietly as he sped up his thrusts, kissing you more passionately now as he stuck with his pace, driving both of you wild as you panted breathlessly into each other mouths. "Fuck..." You whined, gripping his shoulders tightly as he trailed his mouth down your body, focusing on your boobs, you felt him kiss along them before taking a nipple between his teeth, and teasing it, the sensation driving you wild as you moaned his name along with a string of cuss words. You felt one of his hand snake along your waist, feeling every inch of your skin as he leaned up to kiss you again. "Goddamn you're so perfect." He panted, brushing the hair out of your face to admire it. "You're not so bad yourself." You laughed softly, running your fingers through his hair, and letting out a high pitched whine as he hit your sweet spot. "God I'm not going to last long." You warned him, pulling him down to you as you kissed him roughly, "Good." He whispered, panting as he kissed along your body again, and his fingers found your clit again. He rubbed quick circles on it as you moaned, crying out his name as you came around him, your legs clamping down around his waist, you heard him whisper a string of curse words, before moaning loudly as he came inside of you. You panted tiredly as he stilled, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat as his head hung low. You brushed his bangs out of his face, feeling him pull out and lay on the bed next to you. No sounds other than your breathing were made for a minute, until you laughed suddenly, your heart racing as you turned to face him, his face horror struck as you put your hand on his cheek.

"I love you too." You whispered, watching relief flood his features as he smiled, "I'm sorry, for being such a little bitch." He whispered, making you snort and shake your head. "It's fine. If I hated you I wouldn't of stuck around this long." You mumbled. He grabbed your hand off his cheek and kissed it softly, before leaning forward and kissing your lips. You smiled softly and kissed back, running your fingers through his hair as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and blinking slowly. "Do you want cereal?" You asked suddenly, making him burst out laughing as you smiled. "I haven't eaten much today and there's cereal in the kitchen and I really want some." You laughed softly, and he shook his head playfully. "Okay." He sat up slowly. "Let's go get some cereal then."

You two had only been in the kitchen for a few minutes when the door opened, and you watched Tae and Jin walk in, stopping suddenly as they saw Yoongi. "Fucking finally." Tae laughed, making you and Yoongi blush as you stared down at your cereal shyly, reaching over, you grabbed Yoongi's hand and smiled at him, and he smiled back, and in that moment, Yoongi and his smile was all that mattered to you.

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