#jk jk jk but it still scared the shit outta me

[chrissturniolosbitch]

Lacrosse

a/n- this contains smut (ofc because i love smutty smuts), thats literally it...

also can yall send in annon shit? like literally annything idc... i just wanna read shit yall have to say😘

summary- matt loses his lacrosse game, and fucks the braincells outta you.. (jk not that serious) (i wish doee)

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I was sitting in the stands watching my boyfriends lacross game. We were losing againt the worst team, 0-4. "Shit cmon matthew" I said wispering. I knew matt would be mad if he lost considering this is his last game of senior year.

*BUZZ* it was the end of the game we had lost, 2-6. That was a major loss for matt, "i should..." before i could finish my sentence madi did, "go." I got up and ran down to the locker room waiting for matt to come out. I was waiting patiently for about 3 minutes before matt came out, "Hey baby." I said disappointed. He didnt say anything back he just grabbed my hand a pulled me with him.

When we got to the car, matt opened the door for me. I could feel his eyes staring at my body while i climbed into the passenger seat. When matt drove me home he usually went slow for my safty, but today he went fast. Still keeping me safe but i was still a little scared

When we arived home matt opened the passenger door for me, and held my hand as i came out. When i went to the front door to unlock it, suddenly matt came up beside me and turned me so i was pinned against the door, "You better be ready" matt stated angrily but calmly, "for what matt? Are you okay?" I said knowing exactly what he wanted, "Y/n... you know what i want. What i need" He said making me more, and more wetter every second. I giggled softly not allowing matt to see my smile as i unlocked the door and ran upstairs.

Matt entered the room as soon as i did, "hands and knees now" he said demanding you of this action I stripped naked (matt following) and got on all fours, turned away from him, but staring back at him. he suddenly sent a pinging slap to my bare ass before running a finger through my folds. This action caused an almost pornographic moan to leave my mouth that was definitely audible to his brothers just upstairs. as he placed his back to mine. he placed his hand over my mouth. "no more noise from you. don't want anyone hearing you." he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

He then started kissing light feather like kisses down my spine until my ass which he slapped again. suddenly i felt the tip of his cock playing with my folds. making its way up and down driving me insane. "please matt" i said rubbing my thighs together to get some friction, "please what baby?" Matt said tilting his head knowing exactly what he was doing to me, "please fuck me already" with the tick of approval he slipped his massive cock into my sopping hole causing my legs to almost give out. he wrapped an arm around my stomach lowering his upper body to mine as he menacingly fucked me at a pace seemingly inhumane. as he continued he pulled his arm away from my upper body up to continue and started toying with my clit. I rapidly started feeling the all too well build up towards my release. "i'm almost there baby. don't stop" As soon as those words left my mouth he pulled out of me causing me to let a few tears slid down my face. I was about to ask him why he stopped when suddenly he flipped us over, "Show me how good you can ride me baby" Matt said gripping my boobs, i took his dick to my entrance and slipped myself down still close to my high. My legs were shaking horribly but i still bounced up, and down on his massive dick, "please matt im so close" I said reaching my climax, "go ahead baby cum on my cock" After he said that i started shaking, matt grabbed my hips thrusting me up and down, a few second later matt filled me up with his babies, coating the inside of me white.

As he slowly pulled out of me, I collapsed onto his chest, the mixture that had been created oozing out of me as he licked it up from

my now sensitive pussy, making me whine in response. he then laid next to me, caressing my waist, "you should loss lacross games more often" I said giggling as matt pulled my in for a sweet, and soft kiss, "if it means i can fuck you like that then hell yea." Matt said laughing as we drifted off to sleep cuddling naked together

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you alr know matt loves doggie style😍

(legs are open matty (im a chris girl yall))

-mell 🪐

[theoriginalkaminari]

Mischievous thorn in my side.

Kirishima Eijirou x Gn!reader

A/n: have you heard of the hit indie show, The Amazing Digital Circus..ok jk but your personality is like Jax.

Warnings: you being a little shit (jk) (not really tho) swearing iggg

Supposedly, there was a new student in U.A.

Rumors spread like wild fire about them.

Apparently, they were the most annoying person in the school. And thats saying something.

Y/N's eyes always held a mischievous glint in them, and it seemed like they always had a stupid grin on their face.

It seemed like their whole existence was just to cause mischief and chaos.

Eijirou thought about all of this as he walked down the hallways, keeping his eyes peeled for Y/N. One of the rumors he heard was that no one ever knew where they was when they weren't there. They never told anyone.

Maybe his quirk let him appear in and out of places? Maybe he dug tunnels through the walls, and disappeared through them to scare an uncsepeticng victim.

Eijirou tried to calm himself down. He mentally scolded himself for believing these rumors when he hasn't even met the person! It was unmanly of him to judge someone he's never met.

Eijirou was lost in this question for a few seconds, only breaking out of it when suddenly, someone's gloved hands sat firmly on his shoulders, making him jolt slightly.

"Did I scare ya?" Y/N's voice says from behind. Eijirou quickly turns around. "Whoa! Hey, I haven't seen you around here before. I'm Eijirou Kirishima!" He smiles softly, wanting to appear nice to the mischievous character. "Whats your name?"

Y/N grins mischievously. "Thats for me to know, and you to find out." They step back slightly, still wearing their mischievous grin. "Haven't seen you around either." They tilt their head, this time stepping closer and getting in his face.

Eijirou feels a little awkward at how close they were to his face, but didn't say anything. "Oh, uh, yeah?" He says nervously. "I guess we haven't met, but I'm not really new-"

"Yeah, mhm." Y/N appears behind him, grabbing his shoulders. "So your from the hero course, hm?" Y/N spins hims around, looking the redhead up and down. "Bit red for my type." They grab his hand, stopping him from spinning around as they scan him with their eyes.

Eijirou places his hand on his head, trying to stabilize his spinning head as he tries to regain his balance. Once he does, he smiles softly and laughs nervously. "Oh, really? Then what is your type?" He jokes, trying to not seem annoyed.

"Not you." Y/N says, letting go of Eijirou's hand, making him fall on his ass. Y/N snickers before they walk away, leaving Eijirou on his ass.

Eijirou grumbles to himself before standing up. "Rude.." He mutters to himself before walking in the opposite direction.

Ever since that day, Y/N has been practically torturing him to the point where Eijirou can't sit down in fear of a whoopie cushion being there!

Eijirou never understood why you did what you did. After all, you were a thorn in his side the whole time he's known you.

Until one day, he found you crying at the courtyard. You just seemed so..upset.

Eijirou knew it wouldn't be manly to just leave you like that, so he stepped closer to you. "Y/N?" He asks softly, hoping to grab your attention.

You quickly wipe your tears and glare at him. "What the hell do you want." You grumble, never making eye contact. Eijirou hesitantly sits down next to you.

"What happened?" He askes. "Its only going to hurt more if you don't tell me..." He says in a soft tone, not wanting to scare you off.

You're extremely hesitant to tell him. You hardly knew this guy, and all you did was tease and annoy the hell outta him. So why was he doing this?

You just decide to ignore him, turning away. Eijirou sighs.

"You don't have to tell me. I get it, its probably personal to you. But.." He looks at you, eyes filled with compassion and understanding. "Its okay to cry. Bottling up your emotions isn't healthy." He fiddles with his fingers for a bit before continueing.

"Personally, I think its manly to cry." He smiles softly.

You raise an eyebrow, looking back at him. "Huh?"

Eijirou beams and nods. "Mhm! Manly. Its just something I say, I guess." He chuckles. "Its a compliment!"

You can't help the small smile tugging on the corners of your lips as you look back at him.

"Thanks." You say, hardly louder than a whisper.

Maybe you weren't so bad after all, Eijirou thought.

He couldn't wait to make you his new friend.

[lokisasylum]

I'm sorry but 🐰 is so FAKE!

"My future changed because of it. If I hadn't done this project I would probably still be in bed, eating and watching cartoons"?????

As if he and everyone at Hybe didn't know since months PRIOR how his debut was gonna go down, like that Hybe staff (and Jimin anti) that got caught on DC Gallery talking smack during Jimin's debut about JK's single, because they all knew it had already been BOUGHT thanks to 🛴 & Bongo.

[Reminder that ALL Suchwita episodes are pre-recorded months PRIOR to present events]

Also the way he stated:

"I'm Korean , but I'd like to be the one and only singer who can cross back and forth between k pop and pop songs I'm gonna conquer all genres if I could " "one and only singer"... one and only singer to do WHAT when OTHERS have already done it BEFORE YOU??? (Shinhwa? Ailee??? Hello???) He'll never be the "first and only", "one and only", JUST THE PRIVILEGED ONE.

But you know what really gets on my tits? Its the way he toyed with the fandom's emotions through vlive acting out this story of the mistreated, neglected member that was too scared to ask the company for permission to come on vlive to talk to army, so he asked one of his hyungs to cover for him and "take the blame".

And then continued his little sob-story of "Oh I haven't left my apartment in over 3 weeks. All I do is eat takeout and sleep and play with my dog 🥹 please pity me." Getting so drunk that he passed out like twice (with a whole ass candle still lit) and coincidentally SOMEONE who was already inside the apartment would turn off the live (IF there was a staff with him at all times while recording, why did they let him get so drunk to the point of passing out? )

Then came the rebellious, child tantrums at his own hyungs asking him to take it easy with the drinking live (consequentially bringing hate against said members and his solo stans applauding this behavior as him "standing up for himself & doing what he wants" and how "respect has to be earned").

Then came the sasaeng scare, the "Please don't follow me to the gym where I work out every day, that scares me buuhuu 😭." And again getting drunk "to show how upset he is" by the whole situation, causing more unnecessary concern (a.k.a creating morbid anticipation and more people tuning in to the circus show).

But the live that really took the cake was when he first failed to hide the very obvious vape that was literally on top of the table in a very obvious pink color (like his hoodie) that many quickly identified, then another sob story, then FINALLY came the TEARS, acting like he was about to say goodbye to the fandom for the last time with the perfectly executed: "Please be happy, even if I'm not here." before ending the live and sending the fandom into a frenzy of "omg poor kookie, he's suffering so much" and "omg what if he harms himself???"

Everyone was SHITTING themselves on the TL, expecting the worst to happen.... only for Hybe to share a post from CK with a clip ready to announce that JK had been named Global Bran Ambassador to CK, with this huge promo, a whole ass video, photos, posters, an interview, the whole she-bang.

And suddenly... he was fine? Did another live like NOTHING happened? And the ones that followed??? Suddenly he was this refined model for CK that actually gave a shit about his image? Ya'll cannot convince me that this man was not gaslighting the FUCK outta the fandom through this whole shit-show while 🛴& Bongo finished up securing his achievement$ & po$ition on the chart$ before officially announcing his debut (despite having announced a month prior that another member would debut instead).

Even Jimin called him out on his BS during that live in the car after one of the music shows where outta the blue he interrupted the live saying he was gonna go watch Jimin perform live, as if he didn't know that Jimin's promotions had ended that very day.

Like atp I just feel pity for his stans 'cause they're SO NAIVE that they believe everything he says to the point of creating this false narrative that JK was the one who actually got sabotaged on his debut and received the shortest debut/promo time compared to Jimin. When the cold hard truth is that everything he got was thanks to all the MONEY 🛴 & Hybe invested on him.

[taegularities]

HEY RiD ! How are you honeybuns 💗✨️ Life has been kicking my ass for a while but there is still hope for me ..Anxiety and panic attacks are the freaking worst ..I have never experienced one before so it was kinda terrifying i was literally watching my own horror movie..but thats not the point ..the point is that YOU AUTHOR RID ARE GUILTY FOR RAISING MY STANDARDS ! Like hello am i supposed to die single 😭 why would you do this huh ! ANSWER ME ....was/is there someone or something that inspired/s you to write your characters this way ..and CMI jk !! OMG His character is phenomenal ..Oh the man he is ..its like when he loves ..he just loves yk ..there is no limit /boundary to his love and affection ..i cant help but imagine that if he and oc were to wed ..he is probably gonna be the crying and throwing up bcz his heart is bursting out of love and he is so freaking drunk over her ..i just know that oc would have to koala hug him so he stops crying lmao 🥹😭 ..These freaking fictional men istg ..And dont even get me started on dates ..i swear half of the time i am just scrolling my fav aus and being delusional while on the other hand the poor guy is trying to talk to me and banging his head on the table 💀 i just hope you are taking care of your health cuz we are the sensitive gang (one thing goes wrong and i know i am already going down the rabbit hole ) ..Also just curious (if you wanna share ) How was your first date experience like? Your first crush ? Cuz there is this guy in my Arts class and i am crushing so hard on him like he is so freaking sweet and charming ..He passed my vibe check on the first day 🙂 i get butterflies (alot ) whenever he looks at me.he is not the first guy yk like i have been on a lot of dates and stuff ..i did find them attractive but it is just so different with him ..like as much as i want to believe gettinf butterflies and heart skipping beats is real ..it has never happened to me and i am just going crazy ..it is scary as well cuz no guy has ever held this much power over me 🕳🚶‍♀️ Sometimes over pinkies would touch accidently and i am already melting in a puddle 🙂😭 What the hell is happening ..it is like Cmi yk..i just know that if he tries hard enough he can break my heart and i would gladly let him( this thought scares the shit outta me ) ..

awh man, living for the chaos in this ask lol it's so all over the place 🤧 i'm okay! winter break shall give me some peace of mind. how are youuuu?… totally.. cmi jk keeps raising my standard, too :') thinking about them hurts me bc i can't wait to experience such a love one day, too </3 and you will, as well!! i know some people are odd and make people lose hope, but i want to believe that there are a bunch out there who are just right for us and know how to make us happy 💕 tbh, i didn't base these characters on anyone i know, but rather… oc is someone i strive to be and jk is the kind of person i would want to love :(

my first date? hmmmm��� honestly, a bit awkward? :'D we were at his place and watching something, but i know he was looking at me through the tv's reflection? and then we had more dates and our first kiss kinda went.. very wrong lmao but all that was part of something that bloomed into something beautiful 🌹 you'll be okay, love!! enjoy the feeling your crush evokes!! manifesting so much happiness for you 🥺

(also omg i gotta ask before i go all overthinking mode.. you said arts class? but you're 18+ right? 😭 since i have a minors dni policy!! pls lmk <3)

[kithtaehyung]

stay (3tan) (m) | myg

title: stay (the weekend, pt. 2) pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball   rating/genre: m (18+) ; fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: after almost a whole weekend of misses, you and yoongi finally hit your stride. and after almost a whole year of almosts, you finally capture those moments you’ve been waiting for.  warnings: cursing, choking, protected sex, penetration, more overthinking, fingering, restraints (his hands), cunnilingus, body worship, spanking, cockwarming, his hands yall don’t say i didn’t warn you, breast play, sl*t mentions, light slapping, …a mirror……., a jk appearance..., min yoongi in general, does fluff count as a warning bc i think it rly should lol note: uhh. surprise? >:) happy start of minmarch ig lolol. thank you to my lovelies @sugakookitty​ @yoon2k​ and @joheunsaram​ for being amazing betas as usual and putting up w me !! :’)) and a huge thanks to everyone that’s been encouraging and supportive along the way. this part is the biggest yet and i wanna say so much here but i will refrain. there will just be lots in the author’s note at the end :) and yoongi? screw you for spoiling everyone way too much this time around LMAO note 2: oh! if you haven’t read the rest of the three tangerines series, i highly encourage you to read those before this one! it would make more sense.  drop date: march 2nd, 2022, 7:17pm est  word count: 18.6k!!! HUH..

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What the fuck was that sound?

Yoongi’s already whipping his head on his pillow before he can fully get his eyes open, twisting his body and rushing out of bed. 

His footsteps are fast but his thoughts are faster, turning his mind into mush as he struggles to get full vision on the way to his door.

What the fuck is going on? Better not be a break-in at seven in the fucking morning. No quicker way to set him o—

“—do you keep all your stuff, old man? Can’t find a damn thing.”

Oh.

Shit. 

That’s your voice. 

And you sound like you’re in the kitchen. Which would explain the bang he heard—had to have been a cabinet. 

Yoongi’s hand slips from his doorknob, finger by finger, shoulders relaxing and breath leaving his mouth in a slow exhale. 

Damn. When was the last time he woke up to someone in his place? Apparently it’s been forever because you scared the shit outta him. He forgot you were even there. 

Cracking open his door, he watches as you gather a container from one of his counters before setting it down to grab something else. The face you make is nothing short of adorable as you visibly frown, contemplating a decision. 

That’s his cue to make himself known, but he has to hide his amusement because he visibly spooks you as he says, “Hey.”

“Oh, fuck,” you whoosh out, your hip connecting with some cabinets. Your next sentences come out strained. “I didn’t know when you’d be up. But I made food and it’s damn good, so you better eat it.”

You did what? For him?

“Me?” 

“Yeah! There.” 

Yoongi follows your pointing hand to his table, and that’s when he notices a foiled plate, chest feeling slightly heavier yet lighter at the same time. 

Waking up to someone in his place is one thing. But waking up to someone making him food from his own kitchen? 

That hasn’t happened in years. 

Your voice tugs him out of his temporary stupor. “I figured you don’t really get time to get food, so...”

He doesn’t look your way. Because he can’t at the moment. All he can really do is speak, and even then it’s in monosyllabic spurts. “Shit. Thanks.” 

“I also accept money.”

A laugh leaves his throat before he can hold it in. Your wit is still so damn attractive, he’ll admit that. “A hustler at heart.” 

“Maybe so. Your fault by saying I could use your kitchen, though.”

That’s news to him. Turning to you, he asks with a cocked brow, “I said that?”

“You did,” you reply, expression suddenly wary and a third as confident.

When did he say that? What else did he say? Judging from the way you’re looking at him, he’s assuming you’re waiting for him to ask that out loud or hope he remembers. 

And since he’s blanking, he chooses the latter. “What else did I say?” 

“Uh.” You pause. Are you gonna tell the truth? He was dead tired last night. Honestly, after fucking you, his brain decided to not remember much else. Fuck, he really is getting old. “Not much.”

When will you learn that you can tell him anything? Especially if you’re looking at him like that, like you’re sad he doesn’t remember. 

Because damn, he wishes he does. He really has no fucking clue what happened. “You sure?” 

“Yeah. Just that you didn’t get me food but I could use your kitchen.”

“Mm.” That’s more than he expected but you’re still hiding something. Whatever the hell he said, he had to have meant it. He really wants to know. 

So he’s gonna get it out of you. 

Because he truly wants you to get that you don’t ever have to keep shit from him. If anything, that would bother him more than you telling him the truth. 

From what he does remember from last night, you told him that same exact thing. So why act against that yourself? 

Both of you are so similar.

Walking into his kitchen, he sees your eyes unblinking as you watch him close in, wondering if you’re gonna break easy or not. 

It’s then that he realizes you’re wearing something different than what you wore last night. A simple shirt and sweats, and yet you’re just as attractive as how you looked walking onto the court the other day. 

He wonders if you realize that. You probably have no clue. 

“I think you’re lying,” he mutters after leaning a hand on his counter, blocking you from the one exit you could’ve used. “Are you?” 

Your eyes answer before you do, and more truthfully. “It was nothing.” 

The hell it wasn’t. Your mood shifted way too much and too easily for that to be the case. 

But Yoongi knows that he just needs to be patient with you. Because from the looks of things, it seems like no one else has been. 

Touching your chin, he whispers, “Last night wasn’t nothing, doll.” After watching your eyes flicker and soften, he admits, “I just don’t remember shit after coming.” 

“Oh,” you breathe out, relaxing instantly. 

That’s all you needed.

“You told me to stay.” 

Yoongi stills. 

Not because he wanted you to stay—that was his intention from the start. Why else would he have told you to get your shit before coming over? Why else would he have driven you back to his place? 

He sure as hell wasn’t gonna make you go back home after all that. 

With another thought, Yoongi remembers the reflex he had after you joked that you walked home after driving him back. And what went down on the court the day before. 

Yeah. He wasn’t gonna let that shit happen, jokes or not. Of course he meant for you to stay that late.

He’s just shocked he felt the need to say it out loud. 

A thousand thoughts race through his brain, and he has to blink them all away. Because he can’t think about those right now. Or ever. You’re off-limits. And those thoughts cannot be considered for someone off-limits. 

“I meant it,” is all he can really say, dropping his hand. Because fuck, if he said that without even remembering, he must’ve really wanted to say it. 

But why were you so hesitant to tell him that? 

“Did you not want to?”

“Oh, no no,” you stutter out, like you always do when you’re shy. It’s one of the things he likes about you; you’re almost always confident until coming to terms with what you’re really thinking. “It’s not that. I just heard that you didn’t like people staying.”

That’s true.

“I don’t.” 

“I dunno. I just thought…” You look away, as if you don’t wanna say the rest out loud—again.

But Yoongi will wait. He’ll wait. And wait. 

And wait. 

“I didn’t want you to feel some type of way about it.” 

A half-smile jumps onto his face. Why the hell are you so cute? “Like what?” 

“Like, I dunno, regret it. Or something.” 

He shakes his head, straightening himself to hold back everything he wants to say to you. There’s so much on his mind. But he’ll spare you. “I don’t, doll.” 

“Okay.”

Besides, he’s already gonna be late if he keeps talking to you a bit longer, as much as he fucking wants to. He still needs to get ready. 

Shooting a look at the foiled plate on the table, he turns back to you and wonders, “Did you even sleep?” 

Your expression twists into one of embarrassment. Caught, and adorable. “Not really.” You gather the last pan from his stove before going back to his sink, swiping any lingering grease from it with a napkin before putting it under water. “I took the couch, though. Maybe that’s why.” 

Yoongi can only blink. 

Is he still asleep? What the hell are you doing to him? 

If he truly asked you to stay, he didn’t mean take the fucking couch. 

But you did anyway. 

Because why wouldn’t you? 

“Sorry.” 

“No, it’s okay! I can just nap later.” 

Thinking back, you didn’t stay when you took him home the first time, which he didn’t remember shit from, either. Fuck, he’s exhausted, but that’s not the point. 

The point is that, despite having several chances to do so, you didn’t overstep. Despite showing him—and telling him—how much you wanted to be here, you just… 

He might be in trouble. 

Not that he’s not already in deep shit anyway. He shouldn’t have agreed to doing anything else with you, nor went to your fucking house as much as he did. And he sure as hell shouldn’t have taken you to his bed a second time. 

But he’d do it all again, and he doesn’t have a damn clue why.

Even now, as he’s inching closer to you by his sink, he doesn’t have a reason. He doesn’t want one. Because reason doesn’t have a place in anything he’s done this weekend, much less the past couple weeks. 

Not when all he can think about is you telling him that you missed him. 

Has he heard that before? 

Of course he fucking has. Countless times.

But hearing it from you somehow drove something into his chest, and he almost forgot where he was. Which was dangerous, since he was in his fucking car. 

It was the shock of your admittance alone that got him to admit the same thing. 

And admit some other things to himself, nights afterwards. Like the fact that he can’t read you as well as he thought he could.

Holy fuck, he hasn’t been in this position in a long ass time. 

It’s with this thought that he stops himself. Reluctantly, he grits his teeth before making a decision, and he fakes a smile while reaching out to lightly tap your chin with a finger.

“You’re so cute.”

“Am not!” 

Yoongi walks back toward his room to change—certainly not to just step away for a second—and throws a question over his shoulder,

“You ready?”

“Yeah, I got everything.”

“K. Gimme ten.”

And though he will never admit it out loud, he missed cornering you in his kitchen. The last time he did that, he was under the impression you were with someone else. Even more off-limits than before. 

But now? 

Fuck. He can’t think about now. 

The both of you have to go. 

Taking off his shirt, Yoongi places it on his desk chair before rummaging through his drawers and closet to figure out what to wear. After choosing a standard white tee and some joggers, he grabs a black hat from its hook before thumping everything on the bed. 

The clanks of pans make their way into his room, and he blows air from his nose when he hears you opening multiple cabinets. You’re probably stressing over where to put everything. Hilarious. 

“Left side of the oven,” he calls out, and softly snorts at your exasperated,

“Damn it, I knew it.”

Grabbing one of the chains from his nightstand, he clips it on while walking to his bathroom, getting ready while trying not to think about everything he has to do this week.

If only that setback hadn’t happened last night. Yoongi’s sure they would’ve gotten everything done on time if not for that screw-up. The plan is to get in and out today and go the fuck home to sleep. 

He wishes you could stay longer. 

But your brother doesn’t stay gone for more than a weekend, always coming back Sunday nights and inviting him out for a drink. 

It’s his fault for crashing on you two nights in a fucking row. It seems like he can’t ever do something right when it comes to you.

He swears to make this whole thing up to you the next chance he gets. You deserve it, even though he doesn’t deserve you in the slightest.

Walking back out of his room fully changed and ready, he still has his friend in mind, asking your sitting form at the table,

“Am I taking you straight home? You sure he’s not already at the house?” 

The look on your face is strange. You tilt your head as you grab your bag, “He didn’t tell you? He’s gone for a whole week this time.”

What? A whole week? 

Why the fuck did air leave his lungs? 

“Oh, shit, really?” 

You’re standing by his table now, anticipating him walking you out. “Yeah, that’s what he said.” 

Wheels are churning in Yoongi’s head, a change in plans suddenly favorable to him for once.

Wait. Why were you so worried about this weekend if your brother was gone for a whole week? 

Did you really think he was just down for one more night? After finally seeing you take up his bed after a whole goddamn year?

The smirk Yoongi slips to you isn’t because of what he says aloud, but what he’s thinking instead. “Damn, they got him working.” 

“I know.”

One foot steps in front of the other, one by one as he launches into a series of questions that you’re going to answer, brain trying its damned best to tug him backwards because this is absolutely not what he should be doing.

“…So a whole week, huh?”

You freeze. “Yes...”

Don’t ask if you got plans. “You got plans?”

The gulp you swallow catches his attention immediately. “Not really…”

He’s in front of you now, staring into your eyes from below the rim of his cap. Nothing leaves either of your lips as he waits to say what he wants to next. The words almost die on his tongue, but he brushes off the stupid shit called nerves and logic before he rebels, 

“Then why am I taking you home?” 

It’s almost comical how fast your expression changes, pretty eyes widening and lips floundering. Yoongi has to hold everything in when you grasp for words. 

“I— I figured you wouldn’t want me here if you weren’t.”

Makes sense. Honestly, he himself doesn’t know why he’s acting like this, somehow fine with letting you stay for the few hours he’ll be gone. But his mouth is running on its own before the rest of his body can catch the fuck up. “You’re not a snooper, are you?” 

“What? No.” 

“Then we’re good. But, promise me you’ll get your shit done.” 

There. He knows you have things to do, knows you have a laptop stashed in your bag stuffed between the clothes you wore yesterday. That can be his excuse. For now. 

“But what if I’m lazy?” 

Yoongi snorts as he steps back to give himself some space. As much as he appreciates your honesty, he responds, “Well, tough shit. Do whatever you need to do today.”

“Okay… If you’re sure…”

“I am. And when I get back…” He reaches out to playfully flick your nose. “I’m gonna crash, okay?” 

“Huh?”

“Just for an hour or so. Can’t have you distracting me again, but. Don’t wanna pass out on you again, either.” 

“You sure you’re okay with me staying?”

“Why not?”

“I just… I dunno.”

Yoongi stuffs his hands in his pockets. “You can leave if you wanna.” 

Your quick rejection of that makes his mouth curve upward, and he lets you continue, 

“As long as you’re really okay with it.” 

Of course he is. There’s no way in hell he would’ve suggested it if he wasn’t. You’re just someone he feels that he can trust, especially after everything you’ve done for him in the last forty-eight hours. “No sweat, doll. I’ll be back soon anyway.”

Reaching around you, he picks up the food you made—shamelessly brushing his fingers along your arm in the process. Looking down at the aluminum cover, he finds his mind as crinkled as its surface. 

A decision is made. “I can’t lose to you.”

“What?”

His gaze flicks back up to yours. How can he even make things up to you if you keep one-upping him? Making him food to bring to work should make him feel weird, but he just feels like slamming the plate back on the table and laying you right across the wooden surface to devour instead.

But he reins all of his thoughts in. He’s so fucking late for work now. “I got the next one. Food wise.”

“Oh. Okay.”

There’s something laced in your tone. But what are you thinking? Is he doing too much? “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” you say through an unsure smile. Your eyes are so brilliant right now. “You’re just… different today.” 

Oh. Damn, he’s in deep if even you notice a change. Playing off the slight buzzing in his stomach, he simply tosses you a wink. “Gotta keep you guessing.” 

Going to his door, he lazily points to the open space of his living room while aiming seriousness your way. “Don’t mess with my shit.” 

And your tiny laugh is music to him before you reassure, “I won’t.” 

“K.” 

With an open and close of his door, Yoongi’s now faced with silence and expectations and reality again. 

And he already wants to turn around and go back inside.

But he doesn’t, yanking his shoes from the ground to venture to his car, all while feeling stress from the weekend mount both shoulders. 

On the entire way to the studio, his thoughts drown out the music sliding out of his speakers and the humming of the drive itself. 

He’s not thinking about work, per se. But something else that’s causing his stomach to turn and his breathing to shorten. 

Fear. 

Not the fear that they won’t make the deadline or meet expectations—because they’re gonna—but the prediction that they’re gonna blow things out of the water.

Their studio is still lowkey. Frankly, he doesn’t know how this artist knew to reach out to them for production. It wasn’t until Jungkook told him that it’s a friend of a friend that Yoongi was somewhat convinced.

If things go well with this… 

He doesn’t wanna put any labels to it or jinx anything, but it may damn well be life-changing. 

And he doesn’t know if he’s ready for that. 

It’s the reason he’s been checked out of everything else lately. Dipping in the middle of the night to go in and practice shit. Try things. Figure things out on his own. He’s been so complacent for years that an opportunity like this one is causing him to stress constantly, wondering if it’s going to amount to anything but still expecting the worst.

Rolling up to the building, Yoongi sighs and sits for a good few seconds before finally leaving his car with your food. 

The studio seems void of people when he unlocks to get inside, but he doesn’t pay any mind, heading straight for his workspace behind the door at the end of the hall. 

When you asked him how the music thing was going, he was on the cusp of something. A crossroad. He didn’t want to talk about it because… well, he just didn’t. He doesn’t prefer to talk about himself. If anything, he would rather let his results and craft speak for him. 

At least, once he has something concrete. Which he doesn’t exactly have until this project is finished. 

Or maybe it’s because of the same thing that’s hovering above his bones now. Fear. A feeling that if he talks about it, the less likely it would happen. Besides, if people didn’t know his dreams, how could they possibly shoot them down?

But you didn’t do that at all. If anything, that was the most encouraging conversation he’s had about something personal to him and it only lasted seconds. 

You have no idea how much that affected him. Weeks after that night, he took a chance and joined this very studio, imposter syndrome consuming him everyday but his passion fighting it tooth and nail. 

As he sits himself in a chair that’s bared his weight for hours at a time, Yoongi stares at the equipment in front of him, trying his hardest to calm his nerves and ignore the slew of notifications that just won’t stop. 

Actually. 

Yoongi fishes out his phone, moving to set it on Do Not Disturb before seeing your name between all the numbers on his lockscreen. After he opens your thread, the things he’s greeted with aren’t straightforward hookup texts, pictures, passive aggressive messages, or anything like that. 

Just a bunch of food emojis. 

He glances at your plate in front of him.

Fucking adorable. Still texting him like a person desperately trying to keep a secret. 

But he’ll play along for now. After all, he’d rather see you react to the texts he wants to send you in person. 

Shooting you an inconspicuous thumbs up, he then goes back to silencing his phone. 

Until he does something that his brain is very much going to call him out for. 

Hovering over your name, he decides to set your thread for notifications, not wanting to think too much about it before stuffing his device back into his pocket.

It’s nothing. You’re just at his damn apartment. If something goes sideways he definitely wants to know. 

Right. 

“Bout time you showed up!” Someone shouts from the other side of the door. 

Yoongi turns before getting up to reach for the handle, letting them inside. “Sup, Kook.”

There’s a pop of a can before a response. “We finished Track Five without you.” 

As his boss continues to guzzle down whatever the hell he’s drinking, Yoongi leans on one of the arms of his chair. The guy had failed to mention that he contributed a bulk of the production on Five, but whatever. “Uh huh.” 

“Relax,” Jungkook jovially drawls before dumping himself on the sofa behind him. “I know you helped a lot on that. Fuck, I’m tired.” 

Yoongi turns back to the table. “Where’d you go this time?”

“The usual. Joji.”

Figures. A huff escapes his nose. “You aren’t tired of that place?”

“If the girls aren’t, I’m not.”

Yoongi tsks before shaking his head, rolling over to the far keyboard. “Girls love Joji.”

“Girls love Joji,” Jungkook airily repeats, and Yoongi can hear him crush the can before chucking it in a bin. “Let’s do this.”

Hold up. They aren’t gonna wait for anyone else? Usually everyone is present and huddling around the room. “Where are they?”

“Napping.” His boss goes to fiddle with the equipment, hoodie fully on his head and covering his entire profile. “They stayed overnight after you left.”

“The fuck? Really?”

“Yeah. Even I couldn’t get them to leave.”

“Damn.” 

“What even happened last night?” 

“One of the samples didn’t actually clear.” 

“What?” Jungkook sounds appalled, and his eyes are most likely saucers under those obnoxiously blonde bangs. “Which one?”

Tongue sliding along his lips, Yoongi just holds up two fingers while still heavily focused on the computer.

“The title track? What the fuck.”

“Yeah. We spent forever trying to spin something else up.”

“Shit. I can call them and see what’s going on.”

“Good luck. They didn’t answer when we tried.” 

“Fucking bullshit.” 

“I’m sayin’.”

Yoongi starts typing something on the keyboard while his brain whirrs with ideas and potential solutions. Hopefully Kook can pull this miracle off and get them time back because, if not, that’s gonna stay a huge setback. If a client of this caliber gets a delay on their first project with this studio, Jungkook can kiss any other opportunities goodbye. 

Shaking his head, he banishes any negative outcomes from his mind, snapping into focus on the programs in front of him. 

He can’t step away again. That’s the only reason he left when he did last night. His stress got to the point of debilitation, and his partners told him to go the fuck home because he wasn’t going to be useful if he stayed anyway. They were right. 

But apparently he wasn’t useful outside of work, too, because he didn’t even fucking realize what he was making you go through. Fuck, he felt like an ass when you answered that phone call. If he had just told you everything, you wouldn’t have been so worried since, when did you say? Basketball? 

Yoongi doesn’t know why that was the start of your worries, but he believes you. If you had witnessed what happened after you left…

Blowing air from his nose, Yoongi grabs the nearest set of headphones while hearing Jungkook hum one of the beats they crafted. 

Focus. Get shit done so he can go home. Back to you, and back to sleep. 

“What’s that?” 

Yoongi takes his cap off before rubbing his head. “Huh?” 

Jungkook points to the plate on the edge of the table and, for some reason, he doesn’t answer right away. “My food.” 

“Can I have so—”

“No.”

His boss simply wrinkles his nose in a mix of curiosity and amusement. “Who made it? Sure as hell wasn’t you.” 

“Why not?” 

“Am I wrong?” 

Yoongi just huffs before turning back to his monitor, taking the laughs that Jungkook aims at his side. 

“You never told me you were seeing someone.” 

“I’m not.” 

“Uh huh.” Plopping into the rolling chair next to him, the boy simply leans his head back. “But I get it. I respect the privacy.” 

After a few moments of peace, the silence is disrupted. 

“Are they hot?” 

Yoongi bursts into a snort while sporting a smile, not giving him anything but imagining your reaction to his question if you were here in person. What he wouldn’t give for that to be the case. 

“Fuck you,” Jungkook teases before scooting forward to start working. “You’re always so cool, I hate it.” 

More genuine amusement shoots from Yoongi’s nose, and the both of them finally get to business and work well into the next few hours. 

Even after he finally tried your food and paused because of how great it was, they kept going. When you texted him an adorable speaker emoji and a question mark, he quickly shot you a single word because he didn’t know if there was actually a desk emoji or not. Truly, the only moments he paused had to do with you, and both of them were pleasant breaks in his day. 

The one thing that completely halts their progress is the frustrating succession of yawns that consume him for a span of three whole minutes. Fuck.

“Bro, what is up,” Jungkook asks after he pauses the current track. “You seem super out of it.”

No shit. He definitely is. Yoongi rubs his face with both hands. “I’ll be okay.”

“I dunno.” Fiddling with some dials and clicking around on the computer screen, his boss continues, “You need to go?”

At this point, it’ll be hard to lie. Yoongi doesn’t think he’d be able to drive home if he stays like this much longer. And thinking of you and not wanting a repeat of what happened before, he decides to cut his losses here and admit, “I might.”

It’s one thing to say that he’d peace out early. But while in the studio, leaving is a lot harder to do, especially since the other guys aren’t back yet. Kook would end up by himself. 

“I’ll be okay if that’s what you’re worried about,” a soft voice beside him assures, and he doesn’t know how Jungkook was able to respond to his thoughts so quick. “I mean, I dipped last night anyway. Can’t really complain now.” 

“You sure?” 

“You look like shit, dude. Yeah.”

Yoongi nods before taking off his headphones, leaving them in hands resting on his thighs. It’s taking way too much energy to even get up at this point.

“And they’ll be back soon. We got it.”

Well. If they got the rest… 

Another nod is Yoongi’s first response before he finally sets the headset on the table. It takes him a bit to vacate his chair, but when he does, Jungkook spins to face him. 

“Sleep,” he orders as Yoongi settles his cap back on. “And then thank me by fessing up about who you’re seeing.” 

“Not seeing anyone, Kook.”

“Of course you aren’t. But tap that extra hard for me, yeah?”

Yoongi slowly shakes his head while tugging the door open, throwing a goodbye over his shoulder, 

“See you tomorrow.”

“See ya!”

Books. 

Yoongi has books under his coffee table. 

As you’re shutting down your laptop, you scan over the various titles and spreads you see, noticing with a cocked head that it’s a pretty interesting collection. Some seem like biographies of old school rap artists, a few manga volumes, and there are even cookbooks scattered around. There’s even something on classic… poetry? 

Hmm.

Wait. 

Yoongi reads? 

When have you ever seen him with a book in his vicinity? Had he ever mentioned anything about reading or anything of the sort? Are these just gifts his family had given him and he just kept? 

No. Judging by the near scarceness of his place, you quickly determine that he’s intentional with his stuff. There isn’t much displayed, but you know for a fact that everything that’s out is something he uses. Whether that’s daily or not, they all have their purpose. 

And that’s attractive as hell.

Glancing at your phone, you notice the time and figure that he may be back soon.

Before you even think about what to do for the rest of your waiting, you try for the eighty-ninth time to grasp the fact that Yoongi let you stay. 

It was enough for you to hear him tell you to stay last night without even knowing. But this time, you’re damn sure he was fully awake. 

What does that mean? Did it even mean anything? 

You might just be looking into things. Certainly, overthinking something like this will only get you lodged into places that you can’t help yourself out of. 

Geez. Taehyung would have a ball if you end up telling him everything. 

But you decide to keep this all close to your chest for now. Enjoy this momentary solace with someone you’ve been wanting to see for months and months. Whether he simply meant it as a nice gesture or something more, you’re going to make the most of it. 

And maybe do some pretending. 

Pretending that you can be someone that can be with him in public, or any of those scenarios you thought about on a balcony far away.  

Your playlist keeps going as you start moving into the kitchen, putting some bounce in your step and getting you in an even better mood. 

Turning towards the sleek device, you know you should’ve expected Yoongi of all people to have a really nice speaker. When you asked him if he had one earlier, you were pleasantly surprised to see it was a high-end brand with fantastic sound. Honestly, you might ask him if you can borrow it from time-to-time. 

Well. Maybe. Are the two of you friends enough to ask stuff like that? Would that look weird to other people? 

Yeah. You’re gonna cook again. Because you need a distraction. 

But there’s another reason, too. Even though he said he won’t lose to you, your competitive side won’t allow you to lose to him, either. Especially when it comes to food.

Geez. You’ll pay him back for all the stuff you’re using. 

Gathering everything you need, you start on something for lunch, singing and dancing along to whichever artists decide to join you while you work. Distraction, distraction. Pretending, pretending. 

What the fuck, he really did let you stay. 

With a lift of your lips, you silently hope he’s doing well at the studio. 

And your grin only grows when you notice that a lot of your songs are by the people lying down in books in the living room. 

You make good progress.

As sunlight beams into the kitchen from his dining table window, you still bustle around, vibing and singing along to words you both know and don’t. Drums and bass pulse from the high counter of his bar, and it’s so loud that you don’t even notice someone’s coming inside until—

“Hey.” 

Instead of being shocked like this morning, you’re in such a good mood that you just turn and smile. “Hey!”

Yoongi looks at you strange before scanning the kitchen. “What the hell is all this?” 

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll clean everything! I just wanted to…” 

Your words slowly dissipate on your tongue. 

Clocks slow.

Why is he walking towards you like that? Why does time seem to bend right now?

“To…” 

What is that look on his face? 

“Win,” you whisper, suddenly caged in his arms as he pins you to the nearest counter. Dozens of emotions ping between your chest and his as he leans in, and your next words come out incredibly small but mighty in intention. “I can’t lose to you, either.” 

Though your music wasn’t paused, you still can’t exactly register which song is playing, nor hear the sizzling of the pan. All you can focus on is the enormous presence in front of you, suddenly acutely aware of how much you missed him even though it’s only been hours. How he’s able to charge the atmosphere around you in the span of seconds will always be a mystery.

Yoongi just stares and stares, his eyes roaming across your face and traversing every ridge, every valley, every imperfection that you know you have but he will deny. Why do you know that? How do you know he would?  

His eyes are lidded, lowering as much as his voice when he asks, “Why are you so…” 

So what? What is he thinking? 

How long had he been standing there before announcing himself because his actions feel—

You don’t get to hear the rest of it because Yoongi’s suddenly kissing you, sparks flying as you’re flung back to last night. 

Last night was quick, desperate, needed. And this contact feels the same, as if your actions all those hours ago never left your bodies, vibrating in your bones until you connected again. 

You don’t even notice you’re fisting his shirt to pull him in until he comments, proudly,

“I love when you do that.” 

“Do what?”

“What you want.” 

You heat from the inside. Encouraged and high on adrenaline, you go for his neck, fire flaring in your belly at the groans jumping out of his throat. 

His hands seize the back of your head and your waist as he tilts back, and when you lick his pulse, you feel fingers dig into your skin—hard. 

“Bab—”

Damn it! An alarm rings through the kitchen, yanking another curse out of your mouth. Reluctantly, you pull away before going to retrieve a dish from the oven, body reeling with the aftershocks of his attack. 

Yoongi takes a second to say something, and your breathing is still rough when he rasps out, 

“Didn’t I say it was my turn?” 

“You did,” you respond through a grunt, hauling the glass out and putting it on a rack. “But you never said I couldn’t cook again.” 

A tsk.

You think Yoongi will drag himself into his room after he concedes but, instead, he removes his cap before going to wash his hands. 

“What are you doing?”

“Helping.” 

“But”—you swirl the contents of your pan around with a spatula—“I thought you were gonna pass out?” 

“Change of plans.” 

Smiling down at your creation that smells incredibly enticing already, you tease, “Don’t think just because you’re helping that this counts.” 

Yoongi immediately fires back through a chuckle, “I can play dirty if that’s how you wanna do this.”

And you respond in kind, still reeling from the previous embrace. “Well, so can I.” 

“No chance.” 

When you finally turn to face him, he’s already putting down some vegetables on a cutting board, shoulder blades working under his white shirt as he starts chopping. 

Fuck. Turn back around. Now.

So you do, tasting what you have going already and turning off the oven. As you’re seasoning a few moments later, Yoongi comes up behind you and starts reaching for something on a high shelf, brushing against you a little too much and making you jerk forward. “Hey—”

“Whoops.”

“Ass!” 

The both of you keep going with your respective tasks, and Yoongi comes up to place another saucepan next to yours for his veggies. As he does his own seasoning and tossing, you’re finding it harder and harder to concentrate on your own food, your stirring getting slower, and slower, and slower. 

“You waving a white flag?” 

Blinking, you pierce his stupid smirk with a glare before lowering your pan’s heat. “As if. Oh, do you have water?”

“Yeah,” he juts his chin toward somewhere behind you. “Next to the fridge.” 

“Thanks.” 

All you need to do is wait for your food now, so you take a bottle and lean against the counter nearest his appliance. As you sip, you watch with piqued interest as Yoongi finishes his dish and slides the contents into a bowl. 

Reading. Cooking. Apparently still playing basketball. 

All of these things make up the Yoongi you don’t know, but you really, truly want to. Seeing him simply live his life outside of his regular scenes puts a small smile on your face, and you almost feel like someone looking in instead of actually being present. 

It has to be because you still think you’re dreaming. In your wildest imagination, you never would have guessed that you would wind up where you are now—after years and years of knowing a crush is all he’d ever be to you.  

Floating. You feel like you’re floating. Nothing in the moment can bring you down and you feel like you can do anything.

However, what you choose to do? It’s going to be childish. Borderline idiotic. 

But you can’t squash the flare of playfulness in your belly as you eye the running water that Yoongi’s using to wash his cutting board. It gave you this idea and you’re gonna see it through. 

Taking one last little sip, you sneak your way over to his side of the kitchen, the steady beat of the next song coming on shuffle. One step, two steps, one step more. 

Butterflies lift your feet to close the gap. 

You’re about to do this. It’s happening. 

It’s during the third bar that you pour your bottle right over Yoongi’s head, cackling as his shoulders shoot up while the rest of his upper body jerks down. 

“The fuck!” 

You’re already darting from the kitchen but his shout follows you, and while you’re frightened that he might be right on your heels, you peek from behind his sofa to assess. All you can see is his upper body above the bar, but it’s enough. 

He’s simply shaking his head before brushing his hair back. There’s a glimpse of his mouth that you can see, too, and you’re shocked to observe that his lips are turned upward instead of down as he keeps creased eyes on his sink.

“Shouldn’t’ve done that, doll.” 

Oh, god. 

Why isn’t he retaliating right away. 

…This may backfire. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” you warily joke, gripping the half-empty container in your hand and crumbling under the way his strands stick to the sides of his head. 

“Come back here and find out.” 

“I’m good over here.” 

A small, impish laugh sparks from behind the partition separating his kitchen from the rest of the apartment. “Okay,” Yoongi stretches out in warning, voice light but threat dark. “Guess all this food is mine now.”  

“No!” you protest while staying right where you are. “It was just water!” 

“Uh huh.” He tilts his head to finally look right at you, and your knees give out at the teeth biting a section of his lip. “Then come here,” he goads with an eyebrow raise, grinning when you step back instead of forward. 

“Wow, would you look at the time? I gotta head out.” 

His amusement hisses out in bursts before he finally turns off the water, and he flicks some big droplets from his hair before he reveals himself around the corner. 

With a full bottle of what you believe to be very, very cold water. 

“Oh, no,” you point. “Yoongi, no!” 

He just tilts his head, face a blank sheet but you don’t buy it one bit. “What’s wrong? I’m drinking this.” 

“Liar!” Your senses are on full alert as your opponent makes his way to the couch, and you slip around to make sure you’re as far away from him as possible. Consequences to your actions start blaring in your ears and you are not quite ready to accept them. “I didn’t even use half of mine! That’s a full bottle!” 

“Don’t hate the play—”

“I hate you regardless,” you cut him short, feet now circling around one side of the sofa, the edge by a propped guitar in the living room corner. “Let’s start there.” 

“Is that so?” 

“Mmhmm.”

Another switch of places as Yoongi gets in front of his coffee table, and you’re now barred from the front of his place. You can only flee into the kitchen or his room now—at least one of those options has a door. 

Giving him a quick once-over, you notice that his hair is slightly darker in shade when drenched, and it’s just like how you saw him on the court days ago. 

Was that why you decided to do what you did? You’ve never really been that spontaneous. Dousing someone in water in their flat? Who does that! 

Well, you did, but clearly your brain was on something else because it just wanted something to happen. Maybe, deep down, you really needed to see him like this again—this time, all to yourself. 

“Better think fast.” 

“Wh—”

Freezing liquid splashes onto you before you can fully raise your arms, and a string of yells flies out of your mouth before your body acts on its own. “Bitch!” 

If he doesn’t give a crap about his furniture, neither will you! You fling your uncapped bottle towards him in an arc, running into his room after you get another douse of cold as fuck water on your side. “Yoongi!” 

All you get in response is his laughs, and the quick thumps of his feet blaze a trail behind you before he bumps into his door. “Ow! Fuck.” 

You blow air from your lips at his reaction, bolting into his bathroom to fill your bottle with more liquid ammunition. 

“Hey, fuck that!” 

A surprise laugh leaps out of your throat after you try to kick his door closed because he bursts through immediately, pouncing on you before you can fling more water his way.

Shit! 

Was he always like this? You figured he would just let your little stunt go and be chill about it. You didn’t expect to end up here, legitimately fighting over a crackling water bottle and acting like complete children. It’s setting wings free to invade the far reaches of your stomach, challenging your mindset that real life cannot possibly be better than your dreams.

“You cheat!” you grit out, wrestling him while trying not to cave in at the sight of his soaking hands on yours. “I’m freezing!” 

His hisses are so fucking attractive before he taunts low, “You mad?”  

“A bit!” 

“Good.” 

With a quick glance in the mirror, you almost halt all your movements when you see the both of you in your struggle. Yoongi’s face appears the brightest you’ve ever seen it, and it’s almost as if the bags under his creased eyes are completely gone.

You want him to stay that way forever. 

But you must’ve been staring for too long because Yoongi notices, pausing to look up at your same reflection. 

He’s so fucking handsome. 

And you’re now shivering for a different reason. 

Because while you stay focused on the mirror, Yoongi faces you fully, eyes covered by a wet curtain of bangs but still effective enough to make you swallow. 

You know he can see your shaky breathing, your nipples poking through your shirt, your tongue coming out to lick your lips. He can see it all, and yet you make no move to hide it. You’ve waited far too long to prevent yet another miracle from happening. 

So when one of his hands leaves yours to turn off his faucet, you gulp. When it then slides up your neck, you watch everything happen in the mirror and don’t even notice how his icy digits take your breath away. On instinct, you tilt your head back just a bit, and your limbs lock when you witness Yoongi angling his head to capture your ear between his teeth. 

Lust coats every inch of your body in an instant, and you have to fight to not close your eyes. You desperately want to see all of this unfold because there’s no way you’ll get another chance. 

“Yoongi,” you whisper, tilting your head to give him more canvas to paint with his hot tongue. His fingers tighten slightly around your column, and you moan at the way you can see their veins shift in his reflection. “Fuck.” 

He says nothing, using his thumb to brush along your jaw before sliding his palm down to squeeze one of your breasts. A whimper slips out of your mouth as your back arches forward, and you say his name even softer while his lips leave sparks all along your neck. 

“This is all you get for now, doll.” 

You moan again when you feel his other hand palm your ass, sinking in the depths of his voice, 

“You’re lucky I can’t—”

Pause. 

Shit, shit, shit!

Both of you snap your wet bodies toward the bathroom entrance at the same time, a burning smell intruding the space. 

“Fuck!” you gasp before exiting with him in tandem. “The pan!” 

Yoongi’s there before you are, quickly shutting off the stove and turning on the vent fan above it. While you hand him a mitt, you’re hurriedly swiping smoke from the air. 

“Open the front,” he instructs before he takes the pan off the heat, and you’re fast to obey, wondering just how long you were both heavily sidetracked. 

Because the food was almost done when you decided to be a menace, so who knows how overcooked everything is now. 

Damn it. 

No alarms end up going off, but you’re still apologetic as you sigh, “Sorry.” 

Yoongi shoots you a look. “For what?” 

“The food!” 

Is he not worried? Because you certainly are. You potentially wasted a bunch of his ingredients.

He shrugs. “No worries. I think we can save it.” 

“Okay.” 

Using a wooden spatula, Yoongi transfers all the food onto a dish, tilting his head to inspect all the charred parts. “Nah, yeah. We’re good.” 

“Whew. Okay,” you sigh again, but this time in relief. You would’ve felt truly cold in your wet garments if he did place any blame on your shoulders. 

But would he really ever do that? 

“Oh, I meant to tell you.” He waits until you flick your eyes back to his. “Your food was good.” 

And your mood is instantly brightened. 

If there’s one thing you’re confident about, it’s your cooking abilities. Years of having to fend for yourself molded you into an intuitive chef, so you know that you can at least do that if nothing else. But hearing praise about it come straight from him? It puts you way above the stars. 

“Told you,” you hum. “You didn’t have everything I wanted but it still turned out nice.” 

“What did I not have?” 

“I think you just ran out. Sesame oil.” 

“Oh, fuck. I meant to get more.” 

“It’s all good.” 

The both of you divvy up the food, hair and clothes dripping water onto smooth floors and conversation light. After the plates are made, all the water around the apartment is swept by towels—one of them being used to slap your ass, which you yelp at before getting revenge for immediately. 

After the two of you sit at the table, positions switched this time with you in the middle chair staring at the window, the environment settles into one of comfort. Only the sounds of your continued playlist and the vent fan mingle around your bodies. 

It’s almost perfect. Legitimately almost perfect. 

If only the first bite you took didn’t taste awful as hell. 

Apparently it isn’t just you—Yoongi’s face contorts when you shoot him a look, both of you slowly chewing and realizing that something went completely wrong.

Through a mouth full of food, you start to ask, “…Wha thu fu—”

Yoongi bursts into a garbled laugh at the same time you do, both of you getting rid of the bites in your own ways and chucking them straight into a bin. 

“Oh, god.”

“What the fuck did you do.”

“Hey!”

After boring holes straight into what’s lying on your plate, you determine that the burned bits, while they contribute to the alarming flavor, aren’t the only reason for the taste. Something happened with the actual seasoning. That had to be it. 

A light goes off in your head. 

“Oh,” you suddenly peep, feeling Yoongi’s eyes on you from behind. “I know.”

“What?”

“This is your fault.”

“How?”

You scoff as you turn, aiming a finger at the ground next to the oven. “When you bumped into me!”

Yoongi’s eyes avert while his mouth pushes up, and he feigns innocence, “I don’t think that happened.”

“It— Whatever.” You stare at the stove, slightly put out by your failed meal.

“Hmm.” His arm brushes yours as he walks by, taking his seat again and leaning against the back of his chair. Taking note of his perfectly fine vegetables, he taunts with an ask, “So do I win this time?”

“No.”

“Figured.” 

You continue to lament the food for a moment. Looking around the kitchen, you’re wondering how to fix it while your stomach simmers with rumbles. Damn.

It isn’t until your gaze sweeps across the same bowl of fruit that Yoongi placed in front of you a year ago that you get an alternative. 

Fully aware of the irony, you grab it and bring it to the table, suddenly shy when you delicately place its round shape down with a thud. 

Yoongi just looks at you with a loaded stare before huffing amusement from his nose, and you bite your lip to keep from smiling. “Whatever,” you brush him off. “I’m peeling these how I want.” 

Another low laugh escapes him as he shields his mouth with a hand, and the two of you finally share some semblance of a meal and call it a truce over tangerines. 

Things settle into a nice blanket of peace. There aren’t many words spoken, but it’s not awkward. Not strained. It’s as if the little fight you had earlier dispelled whatever lingering tension existed. 

You hum along to the current song until it transitions into the next, a classic that washes you in nostalgia.

Even Yoongi flicks his eyes to the speaker resting on his counter. “Shit, I haven’t heard this in...”

“Right?” Your head keeps bobbing. “I keep forgetting about it until it randomly comes on.”

He has a look on his face that you can’t quite pin down, but it’s nothing negative. If anything, you’re wondering what he’s thinking about. Is he thinking about the past? Maybe a memory this song lodged into his brain? 

Because it simply reminds you of back then. Back when you didn’t have tons of responsibilities and the only problems you had were your brother’s insistence and grades. 

Speaking of him, you remember the question you’ve been wanting to ask Yoongi since he mentioned something about his hair. 

“He said it’s been awhile since you went orange,” you whisper, looking at his drying strands. “Why now of all times?” 

“Mm.” He appears distant then, expression borderline wistful as he stares across the room. “Just felt like it.”

“I really like it.” 

Turning back to you, he smiles before pushing his plate away. His arms cross as he leans back, and you once again drown in his voice as he responds, “Thanks. I almost went with another color.”

You remember the other boxes. And frankly, you would’ve been destroyed either way. “The blonde?”

“Yeah. It was this or lighter.” 

“Oh, my god. I remember the time you went with like, mint.”

Huffs of amusement tumble onto his tabletop. “Shit, you remember that?” Yoongi asks through a grin. “Damn. I didn’t think about that. Should I?”

“No!” You cough before staring down at your food, your turn to avoid eye contact as he turns. 

Pent-up laughter comes through in his question. “Why?” 

Picking your head back up, you just shoot him a quick pout before looking away, remembering the fluttering you felt in your stomach every time you came across him back then. “Because I’d avoid the hell out of you.” 

Yoongi can’t keep in his laughter a second time, letting it out before yawning, “Definitely considering it now.”

Scraps of peeled orange skin litter the table, and it isn’t until Yoongi’s done with his third fruit that he starts dozing off. 

Noticing his leaned frame, you pipe up, “Yoongi?” 

He blinks before rubbing his eye. “Mm?” 

“You gonna nap now?”

“Yeah.” 

As much as you want to join him, you need to figure something out about your still very wet clothes. And do some more job hunting since, from the looks of things, he was a lot more productive than you were. While you may have gotten a head-start on the cooking battle, he’s miles ahead with general productivity. 

“Okay. I’ll do some more work.” 

“You sure? Didn’t you say you’d nap?”

“Ah…” You did. “Mmhmm.” 

Yoongi looks at you as if he already knows the answer to his next question. 

“You’re gonna take the couch again, huh?”

Sheepish, you purse your lips before looking away. Damn, he really can just read you like a book if he wanted to. Maybe those volumes under his coffee table are just decor, and people are the ones he reads the most. 

But you get a head shake and a smirk before he responds, “Suit yourself, doll.” 

You don’t get to reply how you want to because—oh, fuck—he’s already tugging his shirt off before heading into his room. Your eyes zero in on the jewelry he has resting on his neck, and you follow his rippling back muscles for a few seconds until you snap out of his trance. 

Is he going to sleep like that?

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

Why don’t you just take the bed! 

Oh, god, he’s coming back out with a towel on his head and handing one to you.

“Thank you,” you whisper, getting a nod in return. 

Quickly, you gather yourself while vacating your chair, picking up your peels while he does the same and trashing them in the kitchen. You’re the most aware of the heat radiating off his bare skin, but you have to hold it together. For everything’s sake, hold it together. 

“I’ll be in there,” Yoongi says while moving past you. “Shouldn’t be more than an hour or so.” 

“Take all the time you need,” you offer, eyes betraying you by giving him an obvious once-over. Your fingers grip your towel a bit tighter as you proclaim, “I’ll just be, umm. Out here.” 

He shoots you one more dashing smirk before turning around to head into his room, leaving the door open and your mind in a frenzy.

Maybe you will. 

No. 

…Maybe? 

You sigh as you shut your laptop with a click, leaving only the ambient sounds of the apartment into your ears. 

After Yoongi retired to nap, you were quick to shut off his speaker, forcing yourself back onto his sofa with determination to apply for one more listing. 

But, as time goes on, you can’t help but turn around to peek into his room. Wondering what he looks like when he sleeps. Wondering what he’s wearing, or not wearing right now. 

Maybe you will go in there. 

It’s not like he said you couldn’t. If anything, the open door serves as an open invitation. 

Still cold from your slightly damp clothes, you set your device down before slowly venturing through his place to get to his door. A door that you’ve already crossed way more times than you could have imagined. 

Looking around, you spot Yoongi on his usual side of his bed, comforter covering him just enough to show only the top of his bright, mussed hair. 

While you do want to take a nap, too, you don’t want to get in his sheets with your current clothes. They’re still way too wet, and the garments you have in your bag are dirty. 

Maybe… 

As you turn, you spot a shirt hanging on the back of his desk chair a couple paces away. How you didn’t see it when you went in here to get his speaker earlier, you don’t know. 

It’s big enough. Right?

Yoongi won’t mind. Possibly.

Thinking that you’ll just do something in return for yet another borrowed item, you quietly swipe the dark shirt before slipping into his bathroom to change. 

After engulfing yourself in his top, you realize it’s one of the comfiest you’ve ever worn. Screw borrowing this, you might just pay him for it. 

But. The pants are another issue; Yoongi didn’t have any lying around that you could covertly use. 

Well. 

Okay. Plan. Plan to wake up before he does. That way you can get up and put on hopefully dried bottoms before he even notices you aren’t wearing any. 

Why do you feel excitement instead of dread? 

No! 

Just nap, get up, and change right back into your clothes. 

Maneuvering into Yoongi’s bedroom, you breathe a small sigh of relief when you notice that he’s still fast asleep. 

And annoyingly, he still looks so damn handsome. 

You circle around the bed, arriving at the other side and trying not to overthink what to do. 

Whatever. You’re just napping. That’s it. 

Sliding under his covers as lightly as you can, you lower yourself impossibly slow, settling right against the edge and commanding yourself to remember the plan you came up with in the bathroom. What was it again? It was simple, right?

But before you could go over it again, your eyes already droop, and your vision goes dark as sheets and softness and rest lull you right to sleep.

When you awake, it’s deep into the late afternoon, sunset spilling into the cracks of Yoongi’s bedroom blinds and coating the walls in a color you’ve thought a lot about lately. 

Warmth and cologne smother your form as you nestle your head further into your pillow. All is good. You feel rested. 

Blinking slow, you stretch your body and freeze. 

Because the warmth you feel is not just due to blankets. But an arm slung around your waist. 

Oh, fuck. The plan. Oh, shit shit shit, you completely forgot that you were supposed to wake up before Yoongi— 

“You got some nerve.” 

Your breath hitches, nonexistent as you stutter, feeling the lightest of brushes on your shoulder. Shit, those are his lips, incredibly soft even through the thick material of his shirt on your skin. “I don’t...I don’t know what you mean,” you respond, eyes staring directly at his window. 

“Acting all innocent.”

Fuck, his post-sleep voice is so deep. You’ve heard it once before when he called you the night after you drove him home. But that was on the phone. 

Now? Hearing its rough texture but soft tone right in your ear? You’re not quite sure if you’re in his room or in a fantasy at this point. 

The hand on your waist starts to wander, sliding down your belly and hovering over a place that’s getting wetter by the second. “When you know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Yoongi…”

You’re fully alert now, melting under his touch and sounds alone. The soft breaths on your shoulder dip onto your neck like fog in a valley, and his weight feels like a mountain, nothing but a pleasurable burden.

It’s been awhile since that summer day. The day that started on your fleeting demands and insistence alone. It should feel like so much time has passed but, being here now, all of those nights feel like nothing. You’ve traveled to another dimension entirely, where time is irrelevant and only his place exists. 

Yoongi’s hand finally presses onto your mound over his shirt, and you instinctively move your hips forward to push into him. Fuck! 

His quiet laugh is filled with amusement and something else, something dark and feral and toe-curling. You don’t know how you’re still conscious, still lucid, still not saying anything. 

Finally, you start to list your reasons for why you’re here, wondering if they’re actually excuses instead. “This was more comfortable.”

He definitely sees them as the latter. “Uh huh.”

“And my clothes were wet.”

“Mm.”

Keep going. Don’t mind the fingers ghosting over your thinly covered folds. Don’t. “I was gonna take the couch again…” 

“But you didn’t.”

“Sorry... I really wasn’t trying anything,” you breathe out, honest. 

Yoongi’s low laugh is deep. Impossibly deep. And it drags you down into an abyss that you can’t find a way out of. “Who said you need to apologize?” You feel his hand move from your center to your hip, gripping the flesh there in a warning squeeze. “I don’t think you realize what you’re asking for.” 

“And what is that?” 

Your ass is tugged back immediately, flush with his pelvis and something that has haunted your dreams. Moaning on contact, you think there’s a dark promise in his actions. A promise he better keep. 

“You said,” you gasp, “You said—” 

“Fuck what I said.”

“I…” You gulp down your nerves, both your stomach and your cunt fluttering with anticipation. “Wanted this so bad.” 

A deep hum rumbles behind your back, and you feel every single delicious vibration. It’s astounding how those sounds alone are enough to affect you between your thighs. “Wanted what.”

“You know what,” you sigh through a bitten lip.

“I do.” Yoongi kisses your shoulder, igniting your nerves and making you exhale. “I just like hearing you say it.” 

“Oh…” A sharp moan leaves your lips as Yoongi shifts his hand, and the first contact he has with your breast makes you flinch. The laughs you get in response only serve to turn you on further, and you don’t even realize why they’re happening until you hear dark amber seeping into your ear, 

“Innocent my ass.” 

“Shut up,” you deny in response. “I just don’t sleep in bras.”

“Mm.” He squeezes tighter. “If I remember right, you said you prefer shirts.” 

“Hmmm, almost.” You don’t know what causes you to say what you’re about to. Is it the lingering contentedness? The way you’re already this turned on? Frustration from not being able to just say what you want to taking over? Whatever it is, screw it, you’re gonna say it. 

“I’d prefer your shirts instead.” 

The payoff is immediate. Yoongi groans before swooping into your neck, kisses deep and hot on your column. Sighing, you give him as much access as you can, arching your back and pushing your ass into his front. 

This is a dream. Only a dream. The hand squeezing your breasts isn’t real, the tongue lolling over your ear is just your imagination, the growing hardness poking your back is just something you conjured in the deepest parts of your mind.  

Experienced fingers move down to your mound again, pulling light moans from your throat and forcing your eyes shut. Words are so, so hard to come by now. Harder than ever before. But you try to respond in any way possible. “I… Umm—”

“You don’t get to be shy this time,” he instantly growls in your ear, his hand leaving your cunt to pat your cheek. “And don’t try me.” 

Did he just…? 

When you’re too shocked to respond, he pats your cheek a bit harder, and the burn has your cunt pooling with pleasure and your mind going blank. “Got it?”

“Mm—”

Another pat before your chin is lightly snatched in his fingers. “Say it.”

“I won’t,” you gasp, loving the slight sting and wondering how he knows you would. “I won’t be shy.” 

“That’s a good girl.” Yoongi then slides his hand down to choke you while shoving his hips forward, making you moan impossibly high and catapulting your mind into space. “Caught me the fuck off guard last night, but. Not today.” 

“Huh?”

You still don’t know what he means by that. Didn’t you both get what you wanted last night? Yes, it was short-lived and a passing storm, but it was still a tiny piece of heaven. You wouldn’t trade what happened last night for anything. 

Until his next words bury themselves in your ear to be remembered for a long, long time, 

“I can finally take my time with you.”

“Fuck.” Oh, shit. Shit shit shit, this is gonna be how you go. You’re already sure of it. The only things you can say are expletives, nothing other than his name stored in your head. “Yoongi.” 

It doesn’t take him long to launch into action, hoisting your leg over his hip and allowing him access to everything. Instead of sliding your flimsy panties off, Yoongi repeats what drove you wild last night. A single finger slips underneath the back string before he peels them to the side, hot digits caressing your ass before giving a cheek a plush spank. 

“Missed this fucking ass.” 

After you can only moan in response, he slides his fingers up into your cunt from behind, folds already drenched in lust from his relentless aura alone. Your moans quickly evolve into whines as Yoongi finds a perfect spot way too quickly. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls behind you, “What the fuck?”  

You’re not even fully aware that your lower body is thrusting on his fingers, your voice coming out in a wisp, “Just for you.” 

“Fuck, doll,” he rasps out in your ear. “Come here.”

Pulling out his soaking fingers, he uses his other hand to grip your shoulder and force you to lie flat on your back. 

Fuck, your muscles are locked and your bones are thrumming. Your cunt is pulsing impossibly fast, longing to be filled by those digits again but also something a lot thicker and longer. 

Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi grips the covers. When he swipes them off of your form in one smooth motion, air whooses in to fill the space. 

“Wait! I’m cold!”

“I’m sorry,” he says without giving a shit. Maneuvering on his knees, his stomach and chest flex with his movements, and your eyes widen at his bulge angrily poking his sweats. 

Fuck. You need it. You need whatever he’s giving you and you know that him taking his time only spells a slow defeat. 

But in spite of his earlier reaction, Yoongi still pulls the covers back over your stomach, and you feel your heart speed up its beating at the gesture. 

Honestly, you may not even need the covering anymore. His shirt is still fully on your upper body and, with a quick thought, you’re wondering why he hadn’t torn it off you yet. 

Your chills are promptly forgotten as he arrives in front of your folded legs. “Open up.”

Why are you still embarrassed? Why do you still feel so self-conscious at the prospect of him seeing you down there again? “Yoongi—”

“Relax.” He slides a reassuring hand over your knee. “You been eaten out since the last time?” 

Freezing, you don’t know why the words can’t escape your mouth. It’s like they’re just as anxious as you are. But you answer him. Truthfully. 

“Yeah.” 

There’s a brief moment of silence before anything is said. But his response holds nothing negative as he softly slips your panties off, 

“Good. You deserve it.” 

Something warm overcomes you as you feel your legs relax, and as they’re pried open, you still close your eyes in lingering embarrassment. You don’t know if you’ll ever get used to this feeling, especially with him. 

“It was pretty lame, though.” 

You feel a shift below you as Yoongi lifts his head to watch your pout, and the air that leaves his nose precedes a wide grin of pity. “Damn. That sucks.”

You laugh. “What if I lied? What if I said they were better than you?” 

Ah. Probably not the best thing to say.

He prods a cheek with his tongue while aiming a taunt across your body. “I fucking dare you.” 

Fucking hell, you never wanted to follow through with something more in your life. Maybe it was the absolute correct thing to say. 

Mustering up courage, you fight a smile. “It wa—” 

Fuck! A lone finger slides along your folds, making you arch upward on contact. 

“What was that?” 

You want to strangle him with your thighs. “I said you’re a jerk!” 

Yoongi outright laughs before he responds, voice impossibly deep, “You’re not wrong.” 

“I hate you.” 

“Good.” 

You start to bubble with laughter until you feel Yoongi adjust himself and, when you peer down your nose, the sight that greets you almost makes you faint. 

Yoongi’s fully on his stomach, only the orange of his hair and the glint of his chains visible as he lazily positions his face between your thighs. Both his hands slide along your skin before securing them with tiny divots, and his brow quirks once before lust droops both of his eyelids. 

Tension weighs down all the air above your chest, and you still as he flickers his gaze up before giving a single kiss to your thigh. 

God, he’s so attractive. You really cannot fathom how you’re the one here right now. With him. Already, you feel another wave of want flood through you, arching your head back with closed eyes. “Please…” 

“If I’m doing this,” he suddenly says, voice gravelly and lax, “None of that quiet shit.” 

“What?”

A quick flick of his tongue ignites your entire leg on fire, making you tense on impact. “You heard me.”

“But—”

“If I don’t hear you, I’ll stop.”

“Fuck…” You’ve always been a bit on the muted, quieter side in bed. Not by choice. It’s just… before Yoongi, there hasn’t been a time you truly enjoyed things enough to be vocal. Frankly, you thought people lied if they were loud.

How are you supposed to change it up so—

“Don’t cover that fucking mouth,” is the last thing he says before diving in and making you wanna do exactly that. Holy fuck, you remembered this part so much tamer than it actually is.

His licks are slow and languid, but they are relentless. Every tiny swipe of his tongue causes shocks to run through you in jolts, twisting your body side to side in a lover’s dance. Yoongi’s lapping you up and swirling around your clit like he has all the time in the world. 

Goddamn, he knows exactly what he’s doing. Not only can he read you, but it’s like he’s studied you before even putting his hands on your flesh. He knows exactly what makes you lose control in the best and worst ways and doesn’t shy away from showing that knowledge off. At all. 

Are you loud enough? You’re certainly screaming in your head.

Apparently not. Because he stops.

Regret floods you in an instant. “Yoongi, please!”

“Louder.”

Even though you know the stupidly simple instruction, you can’t find it in yourself to oblige. 

But his fingers slide down your folds and up again, massaging your clit with the pad of his thumb. Shit! Maybe that will be enough to convince you. “What did I say?”

“Louder,” you whisper.

“Huh?”

“Louder!“ you moan after he pats your cunt for encouragement. Fuck, okay. That gets you somewhere. “You said louder.”

“And I mean it. So do it.”

“Okay,” you whisper, finding loose sheets on either side of you to grip. Your next one comes out at a higher volume when you realize how softly you agreed the first time, “Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

Yoongi swoops his tongue down again, pressing into your folds while he continues to devour you like his last, parting meal. The sounds coming from his rougher licks push your head back into his pillow and, finally, a guttural moan shoves its way past your bitten lip. 

Once you start, you don’t stop.

Because there isn’t a single thought you can process. You’re pretty sure you’re saying things, or at least attempting to. But all that’s happening in your brain is a burst of pleasure, clouding your eyes and clawing at your soul. When you grip the sheets tighter, you let yourself go and moan out nearly every curse you know. 

The low growl you get in response bends your toes, and Yoongi mercifully lets you breathe when he pauses. “Just like that, babe. Lemme hear you.” When your legs are pried open even more, Yoongi takes a moment to admire his view. 

If you weren’t shy before, you definitely are now, skin burning under the intensity of his blown-out eyes. Your face scrunches in embarrassment, but he isn’t paying attention. 

“Taste so fucking good.”

Once more, Yoongi laps at your cunt, every flick of his hot tongue destroying you and causing your vision to blank. Words and phrases gush from your mouth, but they’re all unintelligible. You can’t help but lock your legs, wanting to close them to lessen the overwhelming pleasure. 

A soft laugh puffs beneath you. “Relax, baby girl.” 

“Sorry.” 

“S’ok.” Yoongi assures you with a tap to your locked up leg. “Breathe.” 

You do tame your muscles for a bit, but Yoongi’s tongue still feels too good, darting into your folds at random to give you delicious shocks. Once, twice, a third time that has your entire pelvis arching off the bed. 

Fuck!

Don’t be shy; relax your body. How are you failing simple orders? Does he know how hard these things are for you? Does he know even the easiest of tasks become near impossible under his control? Everything feels just out of reach. 

Even coming. 

Because Yoongi’s doing just enough to bring you to the edge but hold you there. His movements offer little twinges of pleasure, but nothing more.

And he knows it’s driving you up a wall. He’s playing you like a pro and you’re suffering, writhing on the bed and creasing his sheets in your fists. 

Between your fumbling and unintelligible phrases, you do end up saying something coherent. And it catches the attention of the fiend between your thighs. 

He stops, lifting his mussed head and staring down at your form. “What was that?” 

“Please let me come.”

“No.”

Motherfucker! “Please!”

“Then say my name.” 

Have you not been? It’s the only goddamn thing on your mind. “Yoongi! Fuck!”

Frustrated and running severely hot, you rip the covers off of you, needing more space to breathe and let out your pent-up lust. 

“Finally.” 

Before you know what he means, you feel Yoongi shift and grapple your legs, tugging you further down the bed. 

A whine leaps out of your throat at the swift yank, and you’re so thrown into bliss that you don’t even realize what awaits you next. 

Turns out, he pulled you far down enough to position you at the very edge of his mattress, and when you look up to see why, your brain empties entirely. 

Oh, fuck. 

Yoongi’s kneeling. 

And his toned arms are fully wrapped around your thighs so you can’t mo—

Holy fuck! 

His name tears from your mouth as you succumb to rough drags of his tongue. The grip he has on your legs is harder than ever, pinning you in place so that the only thing you can do is cry out. Below you, Yoongi worships you with the most unholy sounds you’ve ever witnessed.

Every time you attempt to squeeze your legs together, he pries them apart and holds them with determined fingers, continuing to slurp you out until you are nothing but a writhing mess. You suffer at the sight of his hands on your thighs, veins angry and protruding when he clenches them into your skin.

Fuck! You wanna come. You want release. All you feel is intensity building in your center and it’s going to consume you whole if it stays untamed. 

Tell him. Tell him you need it need it need it. 

But you can’t. Only his name claims the air above your mouth, over and over and over again.

“Yoongi! Yoongi, please!” 

Finally. Finally, he leaves you with a quick suck to your clit before raising a hand to slap your cunt, jolting your body upward. 

“Come, doll. Come so I can fuck your brains out.” 

Holy fucking shit.

It’s as if those words were the key to unlock your deepest desires, and you gush around his tongue, maybe even more than you did all those months ago against that door. 

There’s a gravelly hum simmering between your legs, but your head is already lulling to the side as your body fully takes over, leaving you unable to process anything else. Every muscle and bone locks and thrums as waves surge through you, spilling out of your center and onto Yoongi’s drenched jaw. 

Honestly, you don’t know how long your high lasts. All you know is that you’re already sagging into his sheets, sweat coating your skin in a light sheen. 

The one thing that brings you clarity is a wet kiss to your quivering thigh, then another further down, and finally one more to the side of your knee. 

Exhausted, you can barely lift your head to stare down at the person of all your affections. But you make a flimsy attempt, catching a quick glimpse of his expression as he delicately holds your other leg in his palm. 

Still so damn attractive. He’s probably never had to worry about appearances a day in his life.

Staring right at your lidded eyes, Yoongi slides his soaking mouth along your skin as he slowly sets your limb down with care, straightening his body to lean over you and plant the sloppiest kiss on your lips. 

You expect the taste this time, sighing into his touch and even darting out your tongue to welcome more. The muffled moan you get encourages you to keep going, and you sling tired arms around his neck to bring his chest flush against yours, thin gold inching down the slope of your sweaty neck. 

Already, you want more. More more more and something that only Yoongi can give you. 

When he pulls away, he tugs your bottom lip with his teeth, groaning low. “So perfect.” 

Lies. “I’m not.” 

“You are.” 

Whether he’s lying or not, you don’t want Yoongi to say these things. Not here. Not when you’re at your most vulnerable and most prone to catching feelings you can’t feel. Ever. 

Grasping for a change of attention, you fist small sections of his shirt. “Take these off,” you pout, mirroring last time. And you try your best to ignore the shit grin he flashes you when you continue, “All of it this time.”

Mouth still covered in your essence and saliva, Yoongi obliges, “Yes, ma’am.” 

Kneeling over you, he yanks his shirt over his head and flings it away before moving to the side to remove his sweats. Empowered, you grab at his dick before his bottoms fully come off, and he chuckles sinfully at you while throwing his pants to the floor.

“Someone’s bold today.” 

“And?”

“Fucking love it. Move up.” 

You try your best to, frowning when you get a menacing grin. Ass. 

But your sore muscles make it to the pillows again, and Yoongi leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. Your eyes squeeze shut while a sigh slides from your mouth into his. 

Caught up in pleasure, you want to return the favor. He just gave you a mind-numbing orgasm just from his tongue alone. Again. It’s the least you can do. 

Besides. You’ve been thinking about having his dick in your mouth way too many nights to admit out loud. 

“Yoongi,” you whine. “Lemme suck you off.” 

There’s a low hum before he moves his hot lips to your neck, coaxing shivers there as he plants tender touches along your column. “As much as I want that dirty mouth of yours,” he whispers against your ear, “This isn’t about me.”

“What?” 

Wait. Is he serious? You both have all the time in the world but he’s still determined for this to just be for you? 

“Told you. I’d make it up to you.” 

Fuck. Don’t think about it. Don’t overthink it. 

“If you say so…” You whisper back, arching upward when you feel a hand ghost over your chest. 

“I do.” Yoongi then shifts his hand down to the hem of his top still covering your body. “Now gimme my shirt back.” 

You obey with a laugh, knowing he’s teasing and starting to think he fully intended to keep it on you until now. 

Raising your arms, you let him take it off, and he slides it up like you’re a delicate package. When you’re fully uncovered, he admires your contents like he’s never seen them before. 

You don’t know how to react.

Your eyes flicker between the dark orbs hiding behind orange locks. What’s he really thinking? Why do you feel like you can’t breathe? 

His staring goes so long that you move to cover yourself, to which he latches both of your wrists and pins them above you in response. 

A whoosh of breath leaves you as he insists, “None of that.” 

“I—”

“I’m serious.” 

You gulp, feeling goosebumps take over your body. “…Okay.” 

Silent, Yoongi stares at your timid expression before lowering his eyes back to your chest, and you can feel your nipples hardening just under his gaze alone. With your arms locked in his hands above you, you think you should feel trapped. Same with your legs held captive in his arms. But, in both instances, you feel free. How that’s the case, you will still wonder about, days and days from now. 

You hear a grunt before Yoongi leans down to take a nipple in his mouth, and the way his tongue swipes it has you thrashing in an instant. 

“Yoongi—” 

Fuck. Why did he pin your arms! You wanna grab him, run your hands along his smooth skin, rake your nails down his bare chest. 

But he doesn’t let you. Every time you try to escape his grasp, Yoongi simply squeezes and holds your arms back down again. Damn him! 

Another swipe of his tongue, a lick, a suck—everything he’s doing, he’s doing with purpose. And shocks pulse throughout your body with each touch. 

Your mewls are constant, differing in pitch and length but rising high when he drags his tongue from one breast to the next. As soon as he latches on to your other nipple, you feel like your back snaps in two when you arch so fast. 

His groans whoosh around your skin when he keeps pleasuring you, and you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with each flick of his tongue. You know you’re seeping onto his sheets by now, but you don’t care in the slightest.

This can’t be happening. Just his mouth on your chest is almost enough to drive you to the edge again? God. It would be an absolute embarrassment if you came from this alone. 

But you just might. Holy fuck, you might.

When Yoongi mercifully releases you, he slowly hovers above your heaving chest, watching it rise and fall and covered in his saliva. “Still so sensitive,” he murmurs, and you huff in return. 

“Let me go,” you plead.

“Hmmm.” After looking away and making his necklace sway between your tits, he arrives at an annoying conclusion. “No.” 

“Please!” You wrestle in his grip, and feel your skin reacting to the way he watches your chest bounce with your struggle. Fuck, you’re so turned on and he knows it. But the conflict is ripe with the way you want him to keep pinning you down, and the way you want to launch yourself at him. “I wanna feel you.” 

Yoongi responds by thrusting himself against your core, and a moan flies out of your throat. Oh, god, he is impossibly hard. How is he controlling himself? How has he not rushed to slam his cock inside you yet? 

He really is focused on you and you alone. 

“There.” 

“No!” You squeeze your wrists tight while moving again, caught up in a whirlwind of pleasure and feelings and emotions you don’t want to name. “I mean, yes, but—”

Yoongi laughs before diving to attack your neck, and your body goes into overdrive as he keeps lapping and kissing there, too. Your legs quake underneath his as moans flow from your throat more freely than ever.

“Please,” you finally sigh with eyes shut and heart open. “I can’t wait anymore, baby. I need you.” 

“Never thought you’d ask.” 

Abruptly, he slides his chest to the side, pressing his beautiful body over you to retrieve a condom. While he rummages through his drawer, you glide your freed hands up his chest, noticing with intrigue when he hisses as your nails rake over his nipples. 

Mm. Noting that for later.

When he kneels to slide a condom on, you watch him with reverence, wanting to tell him everything that you’ve wanted to say but were too shy to before now. 

But now, you’re drunk on lust. Lust and something more and you’re throwing all previous caution to the wind. Because this man deserves as much praise as he’s giving you. You’re just regretful that it’s taken this long to realize that. 

“You’re so hot,” you whisper, letting go. 

And Yoongi smirks while the tiniest huff of amusement leaves him. 

Wait. 

Was that a hint of shyness? That doesn’t seem characteristic of him. “Thanks,” he simply responds as he widens your spent legs to position himself in between. 

Oh, no. Hell no. He’s not brushing you off when you mean every word you say. “I mean it.” You watch him with furrowed brows, still nervous but incredibly determined. “You keep saying I’m attractive, but… You’re just not fair.” 

Yoongi’s smile beams onto your prone form as he leans down to seal his lips onto yours, and you don’t miss how he’s avoiding responding through words this time. 

And somehow, you’re more attracted to him now than you’ve ever been.

“Careful,” he murmurs right against your mouth. “Don’t gas me up too much.” 

“I dunno,” you respond with a little smirk of your own, feeling like you have the upper hand and thinking it’s quite enjoyable. “I think you like it.” 

“You know what else I like?” 

As he slides his cock along your folds, your upper hand is deftly lost. Gone. Fallen to the wayside. But you don’t care. You’re ready. “I like that, too.”

Yoongi’s stare burns through your cheeks as he asks, “And what else do you like, doll.”

Fuck. He wants to talk about this now? Your teeth catch your bottom lip. “I…”

“Hmm?” Grabbing his cock in one hand, he lightly slaps it rapidly against your cunt, causing whimpers to tumble from your open mouth. 

God, you love that. And so much more. 

You wanna tell him these things, but you’re so embarrassed. Just like before, all you need to do is speak your mind, but the words just. Won’t. Come out. 

Screw it. 

Digging deep, you seize your shyness by the throat and force yourself to talk. Yoongi is doing the fucking most for you, so you can at least offer him this much. 

“Your hands.” 

The widened eyes you get are quickly covered by blinks. “...My hands?”

“No, your toes.” 

A snort. 

“But also… I liked what you called me before.”

Yoongi leans down to softly kiss along your clavicle, and it’s enough to calm your nerves and relax your tongue. “Before?”

“You know… Like different names.”

“Mm.” 

“So…” You turn your head to grant him more access to your throat. “Stuff like that.” 

“Stuff like that, huh? What, you want…” He shifts up to put his mouth right against your ear, and his rasp drags across your very soul and sets it on fire, 

“...You wanna be my cumslut?” 

Fuck. 

Shivers erupt in your body. Breaths suddenly come out short. Everything in you springs to life but freezes all at once. Oh, fuck. You’re trembling.

“You do, don’t you?” You can feel rather than see the devilish smirk on his face, and it buries itself in his words. “Dirty girl.” 

Just like that, the shyness is back with a vengeance, blown out like a choked flame. Your mind is thrown into a manic frenzy and you don’t know what to do with the chaos taking it over.

Yoongi laughs slow at your sudden silence. “Say it then.” 

What the fuck! “Yoongi…” 

“Uh uh. Say it.” 

As he slides his cock along your folds, you wince at the wide head but welcome the burn. How is he still able to control himself? You’re a goddamn mess. “I wanna be…” 

“Mmhmm.” 

Fuck it. Say it! 

“Wanna be your cumslut,” you whisper, burying your head into the junction of his shoulder immediately afterwards. Embarrassment floods your body, only to be ignited when Yoongi’s high staccato laughs rumble your bones. 

“Not bad,” he comments, slapping the side of your ass. “We’ll get you there.” 

Frustration leaks out of your mouth as you completely miss what he means by that. “I don’t know what it is,” you groan. “I wanna say things but they just.. Don’t wanna come out.” 

“You say it like that’s a bad thing.” 

“It isn’t?” 

Yoongi leans back to finally face you head on. “Nothing you’re doing is bad. You just haven’t done it enough.” He squeezes your hip before shooting you a wink. “Amateur.” 

“Fuck you.” 

That seems to catch him off guard because his laugh is quick. “Yes, please,” he groans. 

“Okay,” you assure, fully relaxed now that a lot of your thoughts have been laid out. Admitting some things you’ve wanted to say for months makes you feel good. More than good. Especially since Yoongi didn’t judge you for a single one. “Do it.” 

“Say less.” 

When he enters, your inhale is sharp. But you remember to relax this time, allowing yourself to breathe immediately while he slowly buries himself to the hilt. 

Both of your moans are enough to fill his entire room. 

Damn, you feel full. So, so full. Impossibly so.

With a quick drop of his head, Yoongi hisses an admission to your chest, “Fuck, I’ve missed this pussy.” 

And you can only whine in response. You’re already fluttering around him, eyes surely darkened to hell and back. The way he fills you is perfect and you don’t know how you’ve gone this long without feeling him lodged inside of you. For a moment, you feel like this is exactly how things are supposed to be. 

You wonder if Yoongi feels any semblance of the same thing.

“So tight,” he grits out, teeth clenched behind his lips as he starts to thrust upward. 

“Fuck!” You throw your head back on pure instinct, your hands snapping to his bulging biceps and squeezing. “Feels so good.” 

“Shit, baby.” Yoongi picks up the pace immediately, and you’re loving how you can finally see him break. 

That’s the Yoongi you want. You want to see him at his worst just as he wants the same for you. It’s this thought alone that has you quick to command, “Faster. Harder. Please, Yoongi, fuck me harder.” 

“Fuck.” 

Raising his body, he sets himself on the balls of his feet, hauling you onto his thighs. With a whine, you melt at the sight of his naked body, abs rolling with each breath and chest that same shade of fluster and effort. Sweat coats his brow as he looks at himself sliding out of your split legs, and he grabs your hips before proclaiming through a gravelly laugh, 

“Gonna fuck you stupid.” 

Before slamming himself back inside. 

The yell you release is the loudest you’ve been, and Yoongi’s the epitome of satisfied as he launches into a devilish pace. “That’s right, baby girl,” he growls before biting his lip and furrowing his brows. “Scream like a slut for me.” 

“Fuck! Yoongi!” 

The new position has you mewling as his cock buries inside your folds again and again. Jitters occupy every inch of your body as your limbs go limp and your jaw goes slack. With each penetration, you feel yourself floating higher and higher off the bed. You’re never touching ground again. Forever levitation is your new plane of existence. 

“Touch those tits for me,” he demands, voice rough with exertion.

And you slide your fingers in your mouth before doing so, catching his attention immediately and making him groan out your name.

“What the fuck.” 

You hum while still licking your salty digits, popping them out of your lips before groping both of your breasts at once. The hiss you get in return sets butterflies free to roam your belly. 

Because you wanted to be much nastier the next time you saw him. Giving him that new evidence he didn’t have until now. Yoongi doesn’t know about the times you pleasured yourself while thinking of him, trying your hardest to recall every touch he left on and in your body.

You want him to remember you. No second guessing this part. You’ve had many, many nights to think about it. 

After a roll of your chest, you squeeze your tits together, loving how you have every ounce of Yoongi’s attention as he stutters inside of you. When he throws his head back with a grunt, you gnaw on your lip and wonder if you’re going to rub it to hell. 

Snapping his gaze back to you, Yoongi suddenly lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, holding you by your ankle while keeping his relentless pace. Your lust is so loud that you almost don’t hear him, 

“You been practicing, huh.”  

It takes you a few seconds to lie, “No.”

“Liar.”

A laugh. “Caught me.” 

“I’ll always catch you,” Yoongi says offhandedly as he keeps pounding into you, leaning forward and hitting a spot that rolls your eyes back for a brief moment. His breath is short and his teeth clamp down on his lower lip as he grits out, “Fuck!” 

When your legs start to shake, Yoongi lets them drop, falling down to kiss you like his life depends on it. 

Thrumming with want, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. 

Even though this time is completely different from the first, you’re enjoying it all the same. Possibly even more so after all the events of last night and today. It almost feels…

Fuck! 

Yoongi’s next thrust proves incredibly deep, tantalizingly slow, and he grabs at your hip before changing his angle, hitting a spot that has both of you groaning in tandem. 

“Yoongi…” You kiss him again because you simply missed him so fucking much—not possibly because of anything else. 

And your hunger is matched when he presses his lips down at the same time he launches your body back. 

Your cunt pulses around his cock as he continues to go slow, and it’s a sensation you can get used to. The telltale energy inside of you starts its winding, tighter and tighter as he keeps sliding his body along yours. 

It’s after he suddenly decides to shove his cock all the way in that you yelp. And when Yoongi doesn’t move an inch, your pulses quicken just as your breath does because what the fuck why does this feel so good? Why do you feel every sense heightened and like you can come any second? 

“This feels… Oh, fuck—”

“Holy shit.”

“Oh, shit, I’m cl—” You don’t understand! How can it feel this good when he’s not even doing anything? Fucking hell, your cunt is milking him at an alarming pace and you’re almost at your climax already. You’re gonna come. You're gonna and it’s approaching fast. “I’m so close!”

“I feel you, babe, fuck!” 

You can’t take it anymore. 

Breaking, you let go. 

“I’m coming,” you whine, your body shattering with your orgasm and a multitude of feelings sprinting from your center. It’s almost blinding how good it feels, and you hear Yoongi groaning words above you but you have no fucking clue what they are because you’re so gone. Absolutely lost. Your lips only chant his name. Because your mind doesn't have the occupancy for anything else. 

“Holy shit,” Yoongi hisses as you continue to squeeze around him, and with a cloudy mind, you think he’s actually coming, too. But you aren’t quite sure because your body is frozen while your cunt feels molten with waves of heat. Oh, god, are you still clenching? Holy fuck.

Then.

Bit by bit. 

You float back to the ground. Settling into damp sheets and feeling like a human again—a human wracked with exhaustion and satiated completely. There’s a burden on your chest, but you welcome it. You welcome it all, because it’s him.

Peeling open eyes you didn’t even know were closed, you only see Yoongi’s head resting on your chest, bright hair tickling the side of your face. 

Your voice comes out cracked with continued use as you huff, “Holy shit.” 

Yoongi’s puff of amusement rolls down your shoulder. “Yeah.” 

“What the hell even was that.” 

“I don’t know.” 

Unwittingly, you bring a hand up to caress his hair. “I’ve never come that hard.” 

“Same.” 

The tiny laugh you expel is because you don’t believe him, but you don’t say anything more. Lying here is precious and riddled with too many traps you can fall into. So you absentmindedly run your damp fingers through his strands, breathing settling into a normal pace.

You can’t move because he’s still weighing you down, but you aren’t gonna be the first to say anything. No. You’re going to stay in this tiny moment forever until he kicks you out. 

So his next breathy statement throws you completely off-guard,

“Never gonna be convinced.” 

The implication behind those words makes you outright laugh, and you can feel Yoongi’s cheeks grow with a hidden smile. 

After you change into the clothes that Yoongi lends you, your steps cross back into his bedroom. 

Instead of lying down passed out like last time, he’s now leaned against his headboard, typing away on his phone while the TV next to his desk provides the only light in the room.

You’re wondering what he could be doing when he suddenly turns to you. His eyes roam over your body before he asks, “What do you feel like eating?” 

“Oh,” you blink, not knowing that you were going to stay even longer. This day just keeps getting stranger and stranger, but in the best way. “Mmm. Surprise me.” 

Yoongi grins before turning back to his device, the glow on his face a mix of moving blues and white. “If you hate it, it’s your fault.” 

“I mean, I can eat later.” 

“Well, I’m gonna order. So eat with me.” 

“Or else what?” 

Challenges always seem to get his most immediate responses. You smile inwardly as he cocks a brow your way. “You wanna go there?”

“Maybe.”

“Goddamn. At least gimme an hour or two.” 

“For what?” 

Yoongi slowly aims a smirk at the television instead of you. “Nothing, doll.” 

Nerves quelled by whatever the hell you just did, you walk your sore legs to his bed. Deciding to join him against his headboard, you keep a respectable, annoying distance away while you halfway pay attention to whatever show is on. 

Yoongi decides on something to get, and he puts his phone down before quietly watching alongside you. 

Curious and breaking the silence, you ask, “Have you seen this?” 

“No.”

“Neither have I.” 

“Heard it was good.”

“I heard it was trash.”

Yoongi blows amusement through his nose, and the atmosphere settles into one of comfort as you both wait for the food. 

You ask more about his many hair colors, and he tells you stories that you don’t know about. They mostly involve your brother—because why wouldn’t they?—but some of them don’t. 

These are the ones that intrigue you the most. Because they’re pieces of his life that he decides to share with you for your own entertainment. Not simply because your brother was present. 

When the food comes, you join Yoongi at his table and rave about how it’s something you haven’t had in forever, digging right in and not caring about the laughs aimed your way. The conversation from before flows right into this room, moving from topic to topic until you bring up something he mentioned earlier. 

“So… About that practice.” 

Yoongi raises a brow, mouth full but in a smirk nonetheless. After he swallows, he teases, “Look at you. I knew you were lying.”

“It wasn’t practicing if they just happened.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah…” You think back to the times you’re about to mention, shaking your head and wanting to hide instead of spilling. Why did you even bring this up? Why are you going to tell him secrets he doesn’t really have to know? “My friend took me to some bougie club downtown. Joji, I think? I dunno, things just happened.” 

Yoongi stares at you for seconds, unblinking, before taking a bite. 

Tearing your embarrassed gaze from him and onto your food instead, you continue, “Then another time was some guy I knew from uni but. That didn’t last.”

Leaning back into his chair, Yoongi stuffs both hands into his sweats. “You seem pretty chill about it all now.”

“I am, actually,” you smile, lifting your eyes back to him. “‘Cus of you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Now I know what I want.” 

“Good,” Yoongi says, looking into his living room. You wonder what’s on his mind before he turns back to you with a joking expression. “Now let’s work on you asking for it.” 

“Fuck you,” you laugh. “That part is gonna take a lot longer.”

“It’s adorable.”  

“Well, so are you when you’re tired. So we’re even.” 

Silence. 

Complete silence blankets the room, and you feel its effect immediately. The look on Yoongi’s face is priceless, and you have to hold your tongue when he asks,

“Huh?” 

Your smile grows and grows. “Did I say something?” 

And your name slips out of his mouth in warning, but you’re so giddy that he has no clue that you keep teasing. “Mm. Not telling.” 

Yoongi pushes his finished bowl away from him, staring at you all the while. “You’re gonna.”

“Nope.” 

“Try it.” 

“Nu uh.” 

“Do—”

“Nope! You won’t get anything outta me!” In a rush, you bolt from your empty plate and back into his room. 

But this time, unlike after your stunt in the kitchen, Yoongi’s already right behind you and grabbing your waist, laughing darkly and warning,

“You better fess up or else.”

“Or what, hu—” 

Tickling? Cheater! 

You jerk forward with a yelp, hating him for getting you so easily. “No! Yoongi!”

“All you gotta do is tell me.”

“No!”

“Real simple, doll.” 

“I’ll never tell!” 

Used to all the times you’ve wrestled your brother, you deftly twist your arms around in an attempt to catch him off-guard, going for his body behind you. 

“Fuck!” Yoongi shoots out before hissing in amusement, jerking when your fingers connect with one of his thighs. You use the opening to wriggle a bit out, but he’s quick to recover and goes for your weak spots again, holding your arms down as you both struggle with puffs of strained effort and laughter. 

He’s ticklish. Yoongi is ticklish. 

Good to know. 

“You’re gonna regret that,” he cautions in your ear.

“I know your weakness now, old man,” you cackle back, “You can’t hurt m—No!” 

Mirth bursts from your mouth when he attacks both your sides at the same time. You try to wiggle out of his grip, but the backs of your knees hit against the edge of his bed, causing you to fold and bring him down.

When the two of you hit the mattress with a small puff, there’s an extended period of quiet as you settle your heartbeats. Only the sounds of your breathing could be heard, unless your thoughts are so loud that they reach him. Dear god, you really hope they don’t. Yoongi doesn’t ever need to know what you’re thinking and feeling right now.

Finally, his voice cuts through the air, 

“You’re so weird.”

“Thanks,” you chirp. “You’re ticklish.” 

“Fuck off.” Yoongi looks toward his ceiling while bending an arm behind his head. “I hate it.” 

It’s such a normal, human thing to be, but maybe that’s exactly why his statements make you laugh. Because you’re starting to realize how normal and human he really is. The image you have of him is being torn apart and reconstructed into something real, and what’s real is more magical than your imagination. 

Ignoring the pang in your chest, you laugh, “It’s not like you have to deal with that every day.”

“I dunno now with you around.”

…What? 

No. 

Don’t overthink that. 

“Oh, yes,” you respond with a giggle. “Now you really have to avoid me at parties.”

But Yoongi doesn’t respond to you out loud, only a small huff leaving his nose. 

…Did you say something wrong? 

A slight wave of panic starts to swell in your mind, but it doesn’t gain traction because you hear a soft, 

“How much longer?” 

Confused, you turn to face him, admiring his side profile and wishing yours looked half as nice. “For what?”

Yoongi pushes up on his side, peering down at your prone form from behind loose orange locks. His words send tingles down your spine, 

“How much longer do I get you?”

You wonder why he says it like that. Why does he sound so… different? Apprehensive? 

It’s almost like he thinks you don’t want to stay. 

Are you giving him that impression? 

Because you want to stay, but you also don’t want to overstay. After all, you work tomorrow, and you didn’t bring most of the things you need for bedtime when you left. Because why would you have? You had no idea you would be able to spend this much time with him. 

Deciding to address his question and not his tone, you prepare a response. The rational side of you wins, but you aren’t happy about it. “I gotta wake up early tomorrow… And I kinda need to make up for everything I didn’t get to do last night. To get ready.” 

“Mm.”

“And I don’t wanna overstay…”

“Hmm.”

He starts sliding a hand over the second of his shirts that drape over your body today, lightly palming a breast before slipping his fingers up your throat. 

You sigh under his touch. “So… an hour?” 

“That long?”

You hear the sheets move as Yoongi moves his head down, and you feel the slight tickle of his bangs as he places a kiss on your neck. You let out a soft moan with each pass, tilting to the side to give him more of you than you should. And extra.

When he speaks, his voice burns your ear, forcing your eyes shut and your mouth open.

“Then good luck walking outta here.” 

It’s two hours later that you’re in Yoongi’s car, headed to an empty house with a mind filled to the brim. 

Your entire body is going to be sore come morning, but you don’t care in the slightest. Everything was worth it. You don’t think the events of this weekend will ever leave the treasure chest you decide to lock them inside. 

When you pull up to your house, you instinctively scan the area, hating that you have to be so alert. Hating that the two of you have to be so careful. 

Back to reality you go.

Yoongi doesn’t say anything when you look around, but when you’re about to open your door, he speaks, 

“Listen.”

Turning, you tense, really, really hoping that he’s not going to drop a ball on you after one of the best days of your life. “Hmm?” 

“This is just for the week, got it?” 

Huh? 

The week? 

You blink. “What is?” 

Yoongi looks down at his lap before prodding a cheek with his tongue. When you wait for him to elaborate, he simply fishes for something in his pocket and lazily holds it out for you. 

And you can only stare, and stare, and stare some more.

A key.

A fucking key. 

Your brain overflows with more thoughts than you can handle, and for a split second you literally cannot form words. Your hands tighten around your bag and the door handle and your heart most definitely skipped multiple beats. The only thing you can finally say is a shock-laden, disbelieving, “Yoongi, what the fuck?” 

He ignores your question entirely, his eyes focused on you instead of the object of your disarray. “I don’t know how the next few days are gonna go, but. Use it whenever.”

What the fuck is happening. Literally what. Wh—. You have no words. “I don’t…” 

“It’s just a key, doll. Don’t overthink it.” 

“I”—you nod, softly taking the spare from his rough hands and gripping it in your fingers—“Okay.” 

“Find something that makes you happy.”

“Huh?”

Yoongi sets a forearm on his steering wheel, and your gaze snaps to the veins running along its smooth road. “A job. Or whatever. It’ll make a difference.”

You nod, head packed with information and wondering where this is coming from all of a sudden. Maybe he’s referring to all the job hunting you were doing today. “You’re right.”

“I’m always right.” Yoongi gives you and his spare a final look. “Just text me if you end up using it.”

Nodding, you blink before responding with a low, “I will. Good night, Yoongi.” 

With this unbelievable slew of events that cap off an exhilarating day, you leave his car and walk up the path to your house. It isn’t until you unlock your place and step inside that you turn around to see Yoongi waiting, only leaving when you acknowledge him from your entryway. 

After he drives off into the night, you can only stand in place, quietly shutting your door and slipping your bag from your shoulder.

Staring at the key he gave you. 

…Yeah.

What’s that you said about fireworks again? 

Right.

You might be in trouble. 

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tbc. (: 

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[itgirlification]

supermodel | jjk

the last three months have been hell for you, but Jungkook seemed to be living his best life.

pairing: ex-bf!jk x thick!reader

warnings: explicit mentions of body image and insecurities, infidelity, anal sex, oral (male receive), foul language (kinda), etc.

now playing: supermodel by sza

part two part three

Exactly three months ago, your and Jungkook’s 2 years relationship officially ended. Unofficially, it ended about 5 months ago. And for about one month now, Jungkook’s been seeing someone else.

Your heart and mind told you not to do it but you couldn’t help calculating. Three months ago, you were still dating, two months later, he started dating someone else. That must mean he’s known her for a while. Did he cheat on you with her? Well, it’s not like it matters now anyway, does it?

Her name was Yuki, an undeniable Japanese beauty. You were still in college, studying music and she was a famous model who appeared in internationally known magazines. You assumed she met Jungkook during a photoshoot since he was a professional photographer who often worked for companies like Vogue and Playboy. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to her.

It wasn’t the fact that he moved on so quickly that hurt you the most. It was the fact that he knew all about your low self-esteem and how you lack confidence. Especially about your body. And he still went and dated a model, of all professions in the world. He was definitely over you.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he did it on purpose. But thankfully, you knew better, he looked too happy for that to be even considered. He forgot about you.

You’re making yourself sadder by remembering all the times he assured you you were beautiful and your body was nothing to be ashamed of. The times he let his fingertips run over the lines of your stretch marks, whispering in your ear how much he loved them and how they reminded him of Tiger stripes. The times he caressed your jiggly thighs and told you how sexy he thought they were.

Then your mind would drift back to the phone in your hand, the Instagram page of Yuki Sakurai opened, careful not to accidentally like anything and expose yourself. Not that she’d notice anyway, she had 3.7 million followers, while you had a private one with 500 followers and no posts, and she gets around 300 to 700 thousand likes on each post, depending on whether she posts random photos or pretty pictures of herself. Or newly, your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Oh, how crazy everybody goes whenever she posts him. People love them together. You couldn’t blame them. Two attractive people? Of course, they’re gonna look great together.

Fucking great.

That the end of your relationship with Jungkook would look like this was semi-predictable from the beginning. He did admit to you that he never thought he’d date someone that looked like you when you first dated. And your heart broke a little. But he also made up for it in those two years, it was a beautiful relationship nonetheless.

While you weren’t exactly his ‘ideal’ type, he was definitely yours. You always heard from other women ‘when in a relationship, the man always has to love the woman more than she loves him. Otherwise, it won’t work.’ You never really got the saying until your breakup with Jungkook happened. It was the fact that you clearly loved Jungkook more than he loved you that lead to this.

“Oh my goodness!”, your roommate, Jane, dramatically exclaimed. “Will you stop feeling bad for yourself and do something? That’s not what hot girls do, sis.”

Jane was a lovely girl with a not so lovely temper. She always means well and you got along perfectly as soon as you met. Which was around 3 and a half years ago.

She looked over your shoulder to see what you were looking at. You obviously didn’t want her to see you snooping around your ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend’s Instagram but it was too late.

“Seriously, yn?”, she took your phone in her hand and threw it on the bed. “Let’s go somewhere, you can’t do this to yourself anymore. I’m not letting you.”

Jane was clearly worried about you at this point. The only thing you did these last few weeks was eating, shower, cry, sleep and miss a whole bunch of classes. This wasn’t good at all.

“Where?”, your question was short.

“To the mall? Or the nail studio? Anything that’ll get you out of this fucking dormitory.”, Jane sighed, pulling the blanket off of you, making you whine a little. “C’mon, go put on some cute outfit and we’ll go.”

You felt bad since she was trying hard to make you feel better. But it didn’t really work.

You nodded, standing up from the bed, nonetheless. You picked out a cute two-piece dress, that brought back blurred memories of the time you went on a date with Jungkook, wearing the same two-piece. Bet Yuki would look cuter in this...

‘Shut your petty ass up, yn. It’s embarrassing, the way you’re stuck on a taken guy who wants nothing to do with you’

You wish you could change the way you think, even if it’s just for an hour or two. You wish you would stop imagining Jungkook judging you when he saw you naked or when you told him that you wished you could cut off some of your fat with a pair of scissors.

You were beyond ashamed of yourself. Why wasn’t it easy for you to just stay by yourself? why were you so desperately in need of Jungkook by your side to the point where you’d lock yourself in your room for a month just because he isn’t there?

You needed Jungkook. You became so attached to him in those two years, because you always saw him as a permanent, a forever. Not just a temporary, not just a distant memory. You already saw him as the father of your children, as the man you’re gonna marry.

You were so blinded by the fact that you had him, that you forgot you could lose him anytime.

“I’m done, let’s go.”, unenthusiastically, you announced to Jane, who was already waiting for you.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here!”, In contrast to your spirit, hers seemed to be all roses and daisies. “Lord knows you need it...”

__________

“Look at this cute ass skirt, girl”, Jane pointed at a chic, wine mini skirt she was holding. “You know, when I saw it back there I wanted to have it, but it’d look so much better on you”

You took a few seconds to admire Jane’s beauty. She was about 3 cm taller than you, had a great posture, and almond, dark brown eyes that suited her dark skin tone perfectly. Her body leaned more towards the slimmer side.

“Shut up! No, it would not”, you let out a small giggle. “It would look gorgeous on you, buy it.”

She smiled a little at your laughs. She was happy to see you at least a little cheerful again. “Yeah, but I think it’d look better on you. I’m entitled to my own opinion, am I not?”

You knew this debate was gonna go back and forth, because of her stubbornness. “Let’s both buy the skirt.”

You ended up doing so, added by a bunch of bags full of clothing. This may’ve turned into your new coping mechanism. Who needed therapy when you can go on a shopping spree?

Two hours were spent in boutiques and clothing stores and Jane decided she was tired, wanting to visit the local spa.

“No, seriously, these Riverdale seasons just keep on getting worse and worse. Netflix needs to step up their game ASAP”, Jane ranted, making you laugh at how serious she takes it. “It’s getting embarrassing. I’m being for real.”

The two of you were sitting in the whirlpool at the spa, relaxing your whole bodies a little.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I don’t watch these new Netflix shows anyways. Been stuck on the vampire diaries for the last 7 years”, you chuckled, knowing you hated trying new things. “Can you pass me one of those magazines?”

Jane nodded, grabbing a random one from the table next to her and handed it to you, without looking at it.

The cover of it caught your eyes immediately. How could it not, when your ex’s new girl looks absolutely dazzling on the front page of it.

‘Supermodel Yuki Sakurai talks summer fashion tips, struggle with self-love and most importantly, her hot, new boyfriend the media is going crazy over’ was the headline of the Harper’s Bazaar Magazine cover.

You felt your stomach getting sick and your breath getting heavier, but you still flipped the pages until you found the one with her interview. You began reading it, skipping the boring parts.

‘Int: so, we see you have a new boyfriend. Tell us, how did you guys meet?

Yuki: Yeah, he’s an amazing guy. We actually met about six or five months ago at one of my photoshoots, since he’s a photographer and we exchanged numbers and stuff, and then we made it official mid last month.’

About six or five months ago? You were with him back then, but her answer was too unclear to find out if he cheated or not.

“Woah, yn, you okay?”

You entirely forgot about the fact that you were with Jane, let alone somewhere other than your bed.

Before you could react, Jane snatched the magazine out of your hand.

“You really can’t escape them, huh?”, She sighs, taking you in her arm. “It’s gonna be okay, baby. In a few months, you’re gonna look back to this and think wow I really was stuck on a guy who’s scared of microwaves and cried like a bitch when Iron Man died.”

You laughed, punching her arm playfully. “You know, I actually love these things about him. Shows his sensitivity and the way he perceives things.”

Jane looked at you as if she didn’t believe you were actually saying that stuff. “Girl, you’re overanalyzing this. Let’s just throw this shit in the trash, okay?”

She put the magazine aside.

“I just don't know what I did wrong.”, You murmured. “I know we weren't the best, but we didn't even fight that much. We could’ve talked it through.”

Jane pursed her lips and cooed. “You know, relationships are complicated sometimes. The reason why he broke up, to begin with, is probably not your fault.”

“Well, what if it is? I mean what if I was too fat or too ugly for him?”, you asked. “If he wanted a skinny girl so bad, I could’ve lost weight for him, I don’t get it.”

Jane looked at you like you lost your mind entirely. “I can’t believe you just said that! Even if that was the reason, which it wasn’t, you shouldn’t make yourself suffer because of it. That’s his loss. You’re beyond gorgeous and you have an amazing body.”

“You’re just saying that.”, tears slowly started coming up in your eyes. “But the thing is Jungkook knows all about my insecurities. Why would he do that to me? I know he knows that I’m still not over him.”

You usually didn’t like crying in front of other people, but you didn’t really care at the moment, besides that was Jane. You trusted her with your life.

“Girl, men are trash, I can’t believe you’re crying over one right now, seriously.”, she wiped your tears and held your face between her hands. “You know, honestly, I’ve read so many articles about how models actually hate themselves and have like the lowest self-esteem so in conclusion, no matter how miserable you are, his new girl is even more miserable.”

You knew Jane didn’t mean it in a harmful way, but it sounded harsher than needed. “I don’t hate her, she probably doesn’t even know about me. I’m just really insecure. He upgraded from me. He’s dating a whole model now.”

The situation just felt like a deja vu of these last few weeks laying in your bed, even though you were at the spa with your friend. You were supposed to have fun, yet you didn’t feel like having any.

“Why would you feel insecure when all you’ve seen of her are Instagram posts and red carpet pictures? She’s supposed to look beautiful, it’s her job.”

To a certain extent, Jane was right, but that didn’t really help your situation, you still felt bad about yourself. You stayed silent.

“C’mon, this isn’t fun anymore. Let’s leave.”, Jane mumbled.

_______

it’s been two days since the incident at the spa and you felt a little bit better now.

Those days were spent reading the same three book series you’ve read your entire life, overthinking, hot Cheetos, Indian takeout, and Netflix. It really wasn’t as miserable as it sounded.

You were just taking a little rest before term break ends and you have to go back to the shithole college again.

Jane was using the time until college starts again, but in different ways than you were. She was planning on going to some frat party in an hour and forget about the world’ for a minute. Or till 4 in the morning, where she will most likely drunk call you and ask you for a ride back to the dorms, because the friends she went to the party with were shit-faced as well and were in no way capable of driving anywhere without the cops stopping them.

Going out partying on a Friday night was a Jane tradition. In the past, you’d sometimes go with her, but you mostly spent your time out with Jungkook doing something more fun than partying could ever be. Now you can’t do that anymore, but laying in bed is more ideal than a party for you at the moment.

“How do I look?”, Jane twirled around to show off her black cocktail dress. She looked beautiful.

“You look beautiful.”, you responded to her question. “Are you leaving now?”

“Hm”, she said, to which you nodded. “You sure you don’t wanna come with me? It’s gonna be really fun.”

You shook your head no.

“Alright”, she shrugged, making her way out of your bedroom. “But I told you, it’s gonna be fun.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “I’ll stay here, I have shit to do.”

“Yeah, right, like binge-watching the vampire diaries and taking 5-hour naps”, she said in a sarcastic tone. “Anyway, bye-bye, Vic’s already waiting for me in the car.”

Victoria was perhaps one of the most obnoxious people you know, yet she was too much of a nice person for you to talk shit about her. The voice of your intrusive thoughts couldn’t help but to, though.

“Alright, bye, take care and say hi to Vic from me.”

After Jane left, an hour went by like it was just a couple of minutes. You were starting to get real bored and decided to watch some regular tv in hopes to find something you enjoy. You ended up not finding anything fun, but you still watched it, because you didn’t have anything else to do.

A few moments later, the doorbell rang and you were suddenly worried. Either this is a serial killer or Jane forgot something.

But to your surprise, it was neither, but it was none other than

“Jungkook?”, truly, those were the only words you were able to mutter out at your shocked state. “What are you do-“

At the speed of light, you were interrupted by your ex-boyfriend pressing his lips to yours. He didn’t say a word.

You weren’t expecting him. Not knowing how you were supposed to feel at the moment, you just let it happen. You were sure your mental state couldn’t get any worse than that, no matter how this will affect you in the end.

“Is Jane home?”, for the first time in 3 months, you’re hearing his silky voice again.

Jungkook knew Jane always had some type of special hatred for him with her killing stares and her bitter comments. You didn’t notice either though.

He also knew she must hate him even more after your breakup. Or maybe she liked him more now since she was able to get rid of him without killing anyone.

“No”, your answer was short and it made a weight fall from Jungkook’s shoulders before he continued kissing you.

It wasn’t anything you haven’t done before, yet it felt like it’s been ages since it last happened. Your mind drifted to the thought of Jungkook and his model girlfriend. You were asking yourself what their sex life was like, if she was tighter than you or if she had stretch marks and scars.

Jungkook’s lips were moving south, giving your neck wet kisses, while you were wondering why he broke up with his model girlfriend. Or if he even did. You felt selfish for not caring.

Removing your clothes one by one, you were left in your underwear, while Jungkook only had his boxers on.

This body was yours. You knew it inside out. Where he liked to get touched and where he preferred not to. You knew him better than anyone else. You were sure.

You already moved to your bedroom, since Jungkook effortlessly carried you there. You were sat on his lap, facing him and your hands were in his messy hair. His hands were around your waist, he was slightly smiling into the kiss, as you started grinding on him. He loved how easy it was for him to turn you on. You were still his.

Cutting off the kiss, he looked you in the eyes, while his hand was on your cheek. “Say aah.”, he said.

You widened your mouth obediently, which was followed by him collecting as much saliva as he could in his mouth and spitting it into your mouth.

“Swallow.”, demanding, he spit on your face, his eyes become darker with every passing moment. You did as he said.

You looked at him with big eyes. He knew you loved it. You’ve always had a thing for him degrading and humiliating you during sex.

He started grinding on you almost desperately. You knew exactly what he wanted.

Getting out of his grip, you dropped to your knees and freed his hard dick from his drawers. You reached for it and started pumping it, and licking it. Your spit was leaking down his dick as you used it for lubrication. Then you started sucking on it, just the way you used to.

Jungkook’s groans and satisfied sighs were enough to make you even wetter than before. You enjoyed giving more than receiving.

Your mouth was wet and warm around him, giving him a feeling of familiarity. You lick over the tip a few times, then proceed to fully take him into your mouth.

The bulge in your throat could be seen and the way your eyes were tearing up a little wasn’t bothering you at all. You loved giving.

Jungkook started thrusting in and out of your warm, welcoming mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat multiple times.

“Fuck”, a throaty moan left Jungkook’s mouth, giving you hints that he was about to cum. And he did, releasing in your mouth before you swallowed it. “Shit, baby, that was so good.”

You felt your face heat up and a sheepish smile made its way to your face. Your throat was sore.

The two of you were on the bed again. To you, it felt like it was the times before your breakup again, when you’d purposely start an argument just for the makeup sex because Jungkook wasn’t giving you any anymore. It was like sex was the only thing to look forward to.

You felt attached to Jungkook to a point where it was dangerous. You weren’t okay when he wasn’t around. He affected every part of your life and God knew it wasn’t always a positive thing. Maybe it was the fact that he took your virginity. Maybe because he was your first boyfriend, the first guy that made you believe you were worthy of love and that someone was actually capable of loving you. One thing you knew was Jungkook had an expansive influence on your life.

While you were practically drowning in your own thoughts, Jungkook was busy taking off your underwear.

“You okay?”, Jungkook calmly asked you, looking at your riddled face.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay.”, you sounded distracted, Jungkook wasn’t sure about asking you what it is though. He didn’t feel like getting personal.

So he shrugged it off and started kissing you again, his dick was unsurprisingly hard again as he played with your tits. He drew lines over the stretch marks of your thighs and kissed them.

“Can I fuck your ass?”, Jungkook’s raspy, tired-sounding voice casually asked, to which you quickly nodded, knowing that Jungkook’s favorite position had always been anal. He was massaging and gripping your ass firmly.

“This is gonna hurt at first, but I promise it gets better.”, He warned calmly into your ear, while putting some lube on his dick and just went right into your ass, slowly thrusting so you don’t feel as much pain.

He was right, it did hurt a lot when he first put it in, but the pain just changed into pleasure in a matter of time and his slow-paced thrusts helped with the adjustment.

“Fuck, I missed this ass”, he practically growled into your ear, as he kept on thrusting in and out, steadily gripping your wide hips with his big, veiny hands. “It just doesn’t feel right when I’m inside her ass.”

You knew your confidence shouldn’t rely on Jungkook bringing his girlfriend down, but you couldn’t help but feel good about your body when he said that. It’s been a while since you felt even a tiny spark of confidence. You weren’t so fond of him mentioning her while he was inside of you.

Your soft moans rang through the whole room like sirens, while he watched your ass jiggle against his pelvis, thrusting in and out faster every second. He missed this.

You had always thought you were indecisive, but you knew exactly what you wanted. You just couldn’t have that, so you’d eventually have to settle for less.

Jungkook wasn’t to blame for it, you just couldn’t concede your shortcomings. The movie’s villain wasn’t always the real villain.

Your hands traveled to your pussy to make sure you’d orgasm as well, when you heard Jungkook’s breathing getting heavier and his thrusts getting gentler than before, indicating that he was gonna cum soon. You were certain he could make you cum with just anal, but you wanted to cum with him.

With furrowed eyebrows and drops of sweat dripping down his body, Jungkook looked down at your arched back. The whole scene was sticky, especially when Jungkook presses his upper body to your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and kissing the spot.

It was kinda odd, having sex with your ex-boyfriend you were crying over just a day ago. There was a certain intensity to it though. Like your long-lasting nostalgia was finally fulfilled.

You’ve realized you couldn’t imagine yourself being intimate with anybody else. Jungkook already knew your body, how it looked without the material protecting it, the strawberry skin, the slightly sagging breasts you swore you’d surgically remove once you had the chance to but didn’t. He knew where you liked being touched, he was the first one to even touch you in those places.

You were unsure what you’d do with yourself when he leaves.

Jungkook’s thrusts slowly started stopping and you too felt the familiar sensation in your stomach.

Suddenly, you two were nothing but desire, fear, and pleasure. And faster than you could process, you came together.

For minutes after your orgasm, you were just laying on the bed, thoughtless. Maybe a little regretful. Not you, but him.

You weren’t facing each other, but you could hear each other’s breathing. Your stomach was filled with something you’d describe as post-sex melancholia.

All of a sudden, Jungkook stood up from the bed, startling your resting self a little, but you decided to keep quiet, wanting to see what he was going to do.

He made his way to the door to leave what he thought was your sleeping body laying there. You couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Where are you going?”, your soft voice suddenly rang in his ears. “Don’t you wanna stay?”

He didn’t know how exactly to tell you. You’ve always been a gullible little girl, you were the type of girl to think fucking equals love. Little did you know that wasn’t the case at all.

“Yn.... you know I can’t”, Jungkook responded, you knew it wasn’t gonna be good when he said your name like that. “I got a girl at home and I don’t wanna mess shit up with her.”

There it was. Your suspicion was corroborated. He was still going out with the model and you were a certified home wrecker. Great.

You physically felt your heart breaking. “Bu- but why are you here then?”

You were incapable of being mad at him at the moment. It was your fault for letting him in, again. After breaking your trust and your heart.

“This was a mistake”, he declared, not looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry, yn...”

He’s moved past your room now, already at the exit of your dormitory. He was about to leave.

“You already ruined shit with her when you came here and fucked me.”, your voice was small, but your words were heard.

Without looking back, he left.

And you went back to your room, standing in the middle of it for a minute in silence before your brain fully processed what had happened and your tears started pouring.

[bunnirs]

Adult Trio with a Sassy S/O!

Requested by: Anon!

“Dgeidj hello I love your writing its 🥰precious🥰 ahhh could you do a head canon thingie with the adult trio having a super sassy s/o? Like a she/he roasts the HELL outta them-“

Hisoka

THIS MAN,,,, WOAH HE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU DISBDKSJS

MAN HE FINDS UR SPARKY ATTITUDE JUST HAWTTTTTTT

like dang hawty,,, save the rest for me um??

THIS MAN LOVES PLAYFUL BANTER

Definitely gets hard when you roast the shit out of him,,, and other people

Well, Hisoka’s already horny 24/7 so it’s nothing new!!

He takes you EVERYWHERE BECAUSE OF IT

He has a meeting with the Troupe? You’re so coming with him

He usually doesn’t like it when people interfere with something so serious,,

But he hates the troupe

And you hate anything he hates

So he lets you at them like a rabid dog

DEF CALLS YOU HIS PET AND THAT MAKES YOU TURN YOUR ASS AROUND AND BEAT HIM UP INSTEAD

of course THAT GETS HIM MAD AND THEN HE TRIES TO EMBARRASS YOU BUT IT BACKFIRES

You are legit IMPOSSIBLE to embarrass

You’re dating HISOKA OF ALL PEOPLE?!

Literally BUILT DIFFERENT

He fr mad but DANG YOURE SO HOT

Illumi

This man doesn’t think you’re extra level of sassy-ness is needed

And you clap back with

“And who says your obsessive behavior is?”

And he’s quiet

He wasn’t expecting you to call him out like that

JFJSKDJSJ THAT GETS HIM THINKING

What else are you hiding in that mouth of yours? (Besides a tongue and teeth of course)

AS YOU TWO CONTINUE TO GO ON MISSIONS TOGETHER,, he sees you and your roasts first hand

You’re so deadly

JUST YOUR ROASTS ALONE CAN KILL A MAN

And MAN HE GETS WHIPLASH

So,,,, ATTRACTIVE

like he’s so impressed by your choice of words 👁👄👁

He thought you were just stupid

BUT YOU’RE STUPID AND SASSY

Soon enough,, he starts doing it too

He likes to have banter with you,,

It makes him feel included

And EVEN IF HES BAD AT FIRST???

It’s still cute um??

BOW DOWN THE SASSY LORDS 🧍‍♀️❤️

Chrollo

This man,,, was not expecting it at all

You were someone Feitan brought in for interrogation (ahem. TORTURE. ahem.)

You weren’t rude, you told them things, but then you’d always throw in a few insults and jokes

And Feitan just wanted to KILL YOU

but Chrollo was thoroughly impressed

You weren’t scared... almost as if this was your element?

As if you were in control

HE HAD TO KNOW WHO YOU WERE

you made this stupid smirk and said “I still use my ex’s Hulu log-in, and yes, I will gladly share it with you.”

BRO THIS MAN WAS LIKE “GIVE ME THE HULU PLEASE”

Jk jk, he didn’t care about the Hulu

He did laugh though 🥺 and it was a cute laugh lemme tell you-

N E WAYS-

AFTER HE TALKED TO YOU, he wanted you to join the troupe

You didn’t seem to feel pain, and he could definitely use you for missions

SO THATS HOW YOU TWO STARTED

after that, the two of you would have sweet talk,,,

Like the Victorian Banter in pride in prejudice

Y’all would try to out wit eachother

LEMME TELL YOU THE TROUPE WAS SWEATING BULLETS

Almost like “omg don’t attack eachother”

BUT YOU TWO LOVED EACHOTHER

feitan would try to say something smart, but turns out, he messes it up

Dang speech impediment

BUT YOU PRETEND TO BE OFFENDED AND FEITAN FEELS GOOD ABOUT HIMSELF

Chrollo is just like “🥺 omg you’re so nice”

And then you’d flip him off

🥺 turns into 😑

[frogtanii]

hq boys as the crimes they’d commit

warnings: CRIMES, crackfic, probably many typos idk i’m so tired lmaooo, cursing, drinking ??? idfk 😩💦

an: and i did this for what?? inspired by hq hcs royalty @sugardaddykenma @hina-wit-da-glock (AJSKSJ SORRY FOR TAGGING Y’ALL IF YOU SEE THIS, IT IS DEF NOT UP TO PAR W Y’ALLS WORKS ILY)

karasuno

sawamura daichi- insurance fraud!! somehow this is such a dad crime to commit?? dadchi didn’t try (dumb excuse, how do you accidentally commit insurance fraud smh) to commit insurance fraud but at one point in his late-thirties, he was very very broke and was already working as much as possible so, he decided to fake an ankle injury, as you do, and filed a bunch of claims which made him bank. daichi kept doing it until he was able to quit one of his jobs and buy himself a really nice suit and a rolex (uhhh 🥵). he somehow never got caught tho and to this day, none of his friends know how he was able to afford a tesla on a cop’s salary (sorry daichi but acab 😔✨)

sugawara kōshi- child abandonment!! ok you can try and fight me on this but i feel in my bones that suga absolutely despises children. he can tolerate ages 10+ but anything younger than that, he will punt them into the next dimension. the thing is, people just assume he likes kids because of how good he is with his team which is why his aunt begged him to babysit his nephew taro. taro was being an absolute brat when suga took him out for the day and he was 👉👈 this close to snapping. he put taro down for like 3 seconds to pay for their ice cream and when he turned back, the demon spawn was gone. he panicked, running around the park looking for taro when it turns out, taro was just bent down behind the bench. some random karen called the police and suga has never craved murder more.

nishinoya yuu- arson!! you CANNOT tell me nishinoya doesn’t have a ~murder~ playlist that he listens to to get himself hype (me too noya, me too). one night, he got a lil too hype listening to start a riot by duckwrth and watching demolition videos on youtube. he snuck out of his house to an empty shed like 30 minutes away and maybe... lit it on fire while genocide by lil darkie played on a speaker nearby. what he did NOT anticipate was the absolute size of the fire so he freaked out and called the firefighters who promptly called the police. he didn’t want to get grounded so he called daichi to bail him out. daichi still told noya’s parents 😔.

tanaka ryūnosuke- vandalism!! tanaka had been on alt tiktok and saw a group of cool friends spray painting an abandoned building. he thought “that’s cool, lemme do that!” but then he realized he had no friends (AHDGS JK I LOVE TANAKA). he asked nishinoya who was grounded from the arson incident and he knew he definitely couldn’t ask daichi, suga, asahi, or enoshita so he decided to go it alone. that proved to be a MASSIVE mistake. he got the supplies, arrived to the building of his choice (thanks saeko :3), and decided to spray paint a huge p3ni5 in bright red paint. he finished “successfully” and zoomed back home. what he didn’t realize with his two-and-a-half braincells is that he signed his glorious piece with his full name. the cops were at his house the next morning...🧍

hinata shoyō- forgery!! hinata did NOT think that forgery was even a crime. how was he supposed to know that he wasn’t allowed to copy his mom’s signature on a permission form! all he wanted was to go to an overnight training camp 😿

kageyama tobio- attempted murder!! kageyama swears it sounds worse than was and he is absolutely incorrect. what happened was so much worse. he and hinata were having a competition to see who could hold their breath the longest underwater (you can’t tell me they haven’t done some dumbass shit like this) and kageyma lost almost instantly (he has the tiny lungs of an asthmatic). he didn’t want hinata to notice so he held hinata’s head under the water for like 10 seconds. suga walked in though, saw hinata thrashing around in the water and immediately called the police. kageyama never forgave him.

tsukishima kei- cyberbullying!! first of all, i had no idea you could get arrested for cyber bullying!? that being said, neither did tsukishima who spent 80% of his time making fun of people online (and on his real account!! bold). eventually one of the people he bullied (hinata) reported him on instagram and his very lame account was deleted (pls don’t bully people online 😤).

yamaguchi tadashi- shoplifting!! andjksh this is so funny because this scenario has happened to me and i can just SEE this happening to poor tadashi. yamaguchi gets super late night cravings (and usually tsukki will walk with him at like 3 am 🥺 nEWAYS) so he’ll sneak out and walk to the mini-mart near his house. one night, he was so tired but also super hungry so he went onto his nightly routine and basically sleepwalked into the store. he picked out his favorite chips and candy bar (which are sour cream&onion lays and milky ways in case you were wondering 😌✨) and just... walked out the store without paying. the store clerk was mysteriously missing so yamaguchi made it all the way home, ate half the bag of chips and passed out without realizing what he’d done. once he did, he cried for 2 hours straight.

nekoma

kuroo tetsurō- telemarketing fraud!! kuroo originally did telemarketing fraud as a joke?? like he was trying to prank call someone pretending that they had lost their information and they actually gave it to him??? he was mildly concerned but even more excited. he did it over and over again but he never used the info for anything. to this day, kuroo literally has a notebook full of credit card numbers and bank account passwords but he refuses to use it because he believes it’s ✨wrong✨(but it isn’t wrong to take all that information in the first place under false pretenses, not realizing that once people find out, they are forced to close credit cards and accounts but go off self righteous king). once he brought the book up to kenma and he offered to sell it on the dark web. now kuroo feels less bad about what he’s done! :D

kozume kenma- computer crime!! pfttt this one seems kinda obvious but what do you expect from kenma :). he spends so much time on the internet, he’s definitely picked up some less than legal skills that still help him now 👀. kenma did little mini crimes like getting into other people’s wifi but his crowning achievement was when he hacked into the minneapolis pd website and had it so when you opened the page, a black lives matter screen came up. he never told anyone that it was him who did it but he thinks it’s the best he’s ever done.

yaku morisuke- racketeering!! yaku, the feral king, ran an underground gambling ring in the basement of nekoma (do they have basements?? who knows! i don’t!) during his third year. the only reason it didn’t get shut down was because coach nekomata took a portion of yaku’s profits whenever he won (which was literally all the time). everyone on the team has lost money to him which is why they never play with him anymore. they won’t even let yaku play monopoly 😔.

haiba lev- indecent exposure!! poor lev’s head is so empty, he tends to fall for whatever pranks his senpai’s do to him. this time kuroo had somehow convinced him that in order to grow his schlong, he had to run outside naked for 10 minutes because the moonlight had special growing properties. lev was a lil scared ngl because he was already superrr tall and didn’t need to grow his height (or his dick ((boy is hung)) but poor lev is insecure) but he did it anyway. long story short, an old woman saw him parading around the neighborhood naked and called el policia. 0/10 dick did NOT grow and had to spend a night in jail naked 😿

aoba johsai

oikawa tōru- prostitution!! KAKKAKA iwazumi made fun of oikawa for being so shitty and said that he couldn’t pick up anyone if he tried. flattykawa took this as a personal challenge and went out onto the street, asking people if they’d have sex with him. with the way he was asking (and the way he was dressed), people assumed he was a paid w h o r e and someone eventually reported him. iwazumi had to pick oikawa up from the station- he never let him live this one down.

iwaizumi hajime- battery!! it wasn’t technically battery but oikawa is a lil bitch and overreacts (at least in his words -_-). the amount of times iwa-chan has beat the absolute shit out of oikawa is uNREAL. he just can’t handle the stupidity sometimes so he just smacks the crap outta him. not for real for real but the way oikawa reacts, you’d think a murder was occurring. one time, shittykawa screeched so loud, they got a noise complaint -_- hajime hates it in these streets.

matsukawa issei & hanamaki takahiro- conspiracy!! issei and hiro have a secret blog where they discuss conspiracy theories and such but one day, hiro found an article that explained how jfk’s death was an inside job. he sent it to issei who began to theorize how HE’D do it. that devolved into a massive thread on their blog of how’d they murder a president which blew up and caught the attention of the cia who sent the a letter telling them to quietly delete the blog. they did because they were terrified but they kept the letter and now it’s framed in issei’s apartment.

kyōtani kentarō- assault!! baby is an angry little boy but for all the right reasons. he was at a bar (when he’s all grown up, duh) and he spotted an absolute drunk creep hitting on a girl who clearlyyyy did not reciprocate his feelings. kyōtani, being the respectful king that he is, went over to the guy, pulled him by the jacket and beat. the. shit. out of him. while the bartender was happy with the fact that the creep was out, he was not impressed with the damage to his bar. he just sent kyōtani out who casually adjusted his leather jacket and rings, and hopped on his motorcycle to ride away into the night. i am the FATTEST simp for this man ONG 🥴

shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi- stalking!! poor ushijima has no idea how intimidating he can be. he was on a train late at night after practice and the woman sitting across from him left her purse sitting on the seat. being the gentleman that he is, he took the purse and followed her to return it. the only problem is that the closer he got, the faster she ran and when he tried to speak (yknow with his scary, deep, baritone voice), the woman screeched and called the cops on him because he was a “strange, big man who was following her home.” when the police showed up, ushijima was painfully confused and just held up this tiny ass purse in his massive hands. the cops laughed.

tendō satori- ???!! no one knows what crimes (or how many 😳) tendō has committed but each of his teammates have different ideas- ushijima: “i don’t believe tendou is capable of committing any sort of felony. well, maybe murder”; semi: “of COURSE he’s capable of crimes??! do you know how many times i’ve seen him come into the dorm with a suspicious stain of red on his sweater?? *shudders* if i end up dead, tendō did it...” in actuality, the only crime tendō has committed is ~drugs~ but he’s not bouta tell his friends that.

goshiki tsutomu- would be a VICTIM!! my baby tsutomu would NEVER commit a crime!!! i love this man with my everything and the only crime he’s committed is being too damn cute 😤🥺

[melodfandom]

Moonlight View

Changkyun x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: You need a breath of fresh air and got some company instead. Not that you minded. 

410 words

Genre: mostly fluff. [Bullet Imagine]

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and cursing

your friend dragged you to a party

ngl you didn't want to go but you have to get out of the house before your friend would drag you out themselves

after a couple of hours of awkward standing around and multiple trips to get food and drinks, you felt like you were suffocating and headed to the balcony for some air

the first inhale of the city air was refreshing and you feel better already

then you hear some shuffling behind you

oh shit

a murderer is gonna push you off the railing

jk you turn around and it was just some guy chilling on the bench

but it scared the fuck outta you

“holy crap, i didn’t see you there”, your hand on your chest trying to still your beating heart

he looks up at you curiously

“sorry if i’m intruding i’ll let myself out if i’m-”, you stammer bc there is a handsome guy looking at you and you can’t h a n d l e it

“no, you’re alright.”

oh

goodness gracious

his VOICE

you manage to nod and move to sit on the bench staring out into the city below

you try to sneak a glance at the guy next to you trying not to be obvious

fuck

the moonlight hitting just right illuminating his features and you swear you fell for a stranger right then and there

god really has favorites huh

“you can take a picture if you want”, he smirks, eyes still focused on his phone screen

shit, you’ve been caught

so you panic and introduce yourself and ask for his name

“i’m changkyun. nice to meet you y/n.”

at first he was very quiet, but you manage to break the ice by pulling a Chidi from the Good Place and getting ~philosophical~

man’s a poet

and you are charmed

(please tell me you got that reference)

“hey, do you wanna get out of here?”, he asks eyes looking deep into yours

it’s almost as if he’s admiring your soul

and you don’t know if your drunk from the conversation or the silver moonlight

but you say yes and sneak off into the city

the city becomes your playground for a night

and as the dawn breaks over the horizon

you tiredly watch it rise as you sit on a park bench with your head resting on his shoulder

“we should do this again sometime...”

“i’d like to do this again too, moonshine...”

[arce-elliot]

Magnus Archives - First Impressions (51-75)

Back at it again!

EP 51 (High Pressure): - Simon Fairchild more like Simon Rudegrandpa EP 52 (Exceptional Risk): - wow okay acab time this guy fucking blows - AYYYY ROBERT MONTAUK EP 53 (Crusader): - AYYYY GERTRUDE TIME - ayyyy...more war time y'all the war ones are NOT my thing - we love private investigator gertrude EP 54 (Still Life): - oh taxidermy! this ought to be fun - "obnoxious cockney voices" ah gee it's beavis and butthead - JONATHAN BREAKING AND ENTERING IS A CRIME EP 55 (Pest Control): - jonathan please calm yourself - this poor pest control man like what the fuck EP 56 (Children of the Night): - Trevor 2 Electric Boogaloo - oh shit it's the yelly episode please no yell EP 57 (Personal Space): - ooooooh spaaaaaace - oh wonderful the fairchilds AND the lukas' - WAIT NOT-SASHA'S DATING A DUDE NAMED TOM I THOUGHT THAT WAS A MEME EP 58 (Trail Rations): - this Donner Party spinoff slaps EP 59 (Recluse): - ah yes hilltop road - Raymond Fielding is just 8000 spiders in a trenchcoat - "the others are avoiding me" YEAH NO SHIT, JONATHAN EP 60 (The Observer): - I always feeeeel like somebody's waaaatchin' meeeeeee - Eye leave this girl alone - LMAO THEY'RE HAVING AN INTERVENTION - "hey jon can u please stop stalking us" EP 61 (Hard Shoulder): - AYYYYYYY DAISY - Basira: we have to feed the archivist tapes or he's gonna get scared - BREEKON AND HOPE AH FUCK - "i dont want to talk to you anymore also here's how i ritualistically murder people for the state" EP 62 (First Edition): - Imagine possessing this book of skin that can store ghosts and killing dozens of people and you get murked by a weird nine year old EP 63 (The End of the Tunnel): - I adore Melanie and Jon's relationship it's hysterical, Just a lot of yelling and then "oh sorry" - Also love how they won't let her in the library but wandering freely around the institute is just fine EP 64 (Burial Rites): - love a statement where you're rooting for the monster, sorry white people have you tried Not Breaking Into Tombs EP 65 (Binary): - Man Eats Computer ASMR MUKBANG - Also the girls are FIGHTING EP 66 (Held in Customs): - every 15 or so episodes Mikhail has to drop in and fuck some shit up - Also @Jonny why the fuck we have Michael, Mikhail, and Mike - Use babynames.com like the rest of us EP 67 (Burning Desire): - AGNES AGNES AGNES - aww this guy seems sweet actually - Elias has had it up to HERE lmao EP 68 (The Tale of a Field Hospital): - yay. another war one. woo. - oh jk - good lord this man's a proper mess - AYYYYYY NOT!SASHA SAVES THE DAY EP 69 (Thought for the Day): - poor Marto just wants his friends to stop fighting :c - OH ANNABELLE? - joooooon let your friends help yoooooou EP 70 (Book of the Dead): - final destination x death note crossover - ah yes, we've found the Burning Room EP 71 (Underground): - this girl is so unsettling why is she so chill - god i know it isn't but imagine if they person living in the tunnels this whole time leaving these wrappers was just fucking Gerard EP 72 (Takeaway): - Basira please be careful I love you - okay this guy is kinda funny ngl - PFFFF THIS DUDE REALLY SAID "shit i dont want my last thought to be a microagression" - Jon is fed up with the Flesh lmao EP 73 (Police Lights): - basiiiiira - lets go Mr. Cult of Night Night Man - honestly basira good for you get the fuck outta there EP 74 (Fatigue): - this one is trippy i blinked and all of a sudden there's a ceiling fan - AYYYY HEY MICHAEL!! - yo elias keep a better handle on these fuckin tunnels dude there's all sorts of shit going on in here E 75 (A Long Way Down): - is this Mike Crew throwing this dude off the building - AYYYY IT IS WHAT'S GOOD LIGHTNING BOY - basira is the baddest bitch i love her so much

[unlocklist]

U come for mr meaty I come for ur LIFE

[hxseok-honee]

peripeteia | how the idiots came to be

okay lets get the easy ones outta the way : 

- namjoon and y/n deadass met on the train 1st year it was the most boring meeting of them all

- actually im a liar , she was in a compartment already just minding her damn business when all of a sudden

- a feral “YEET” was heard just outside of her door, followed almost immediately by some first year boy hitting the ground like a high-speed sack of potatoes

- all of his shit was everywhere and he was just face down on the ground not moving at all 

- like is he dead or nah 

- so y/n opened the door to the compartment and went

- “ARE YOU DEAD OR NAH”

- so he responded by rolling over, in the middle of this train hallway thing, and stared up at her for a second before flashing her this cute ass little smile and said

- “i think the world wants us to be friends”

_____

-ok and then namjoon and hobi met bc theyre roommates 

-but hobi was kinda spooky bc hes aggressively smart and namjoons like how the fuck did i not end up in hufflepuff 

-but then within the first month of classes they had at least two major nerd battles and a showdown in the courtyard about the politics of whether or not a hot dog is a sandwich 

- which actually has never been resolved but its fine they fight about it once a year its healthy for them

- and then hobi met y/n bc one time he came back to his room and she was just sitting there talking to roger,, and namjoon wasnt there so he was like okay are you rogers friends and she was whats a roger and roger really deserves better thats all i gotta say

- and then she said smth to him along the lines of “you got a big mouth bro, how many marshmallows can you fit in that thing”

- and jung hoseok never turns down a challenge

- anyway by the time namjoon [who didnt even invite her there] got back there were marshmallows everywhere and they were both knocked out on the floor and roger was sitting in a corner looking very afraid 

______ 

- yoongi and jin met, again, bc roommates

- but yoongi had gifted him a little potted plant as like a “hey we’re gonna be roommates until we leave this place, lets be friends!!” kinda gesture

- and jin was just so confused bc how can one person literally radiate sunshine and warmth

- and he was already a grumpy, sleepy kid so he was like uh thanks im jin?

- and then one time forgot to water the little plant and woke up to yoongi standing over him with a menacing glint in his eye

- he never forgot to water that plant again, its name is Cappuccino and it is doing just fine

- he also actually wasnt a coffee drinker until the middle of first year when he and yoongi really needed to study for an exam but it was 3am and he was ready to fall asleep which is impossible next to yoongi who just breathes naturally produced energy hes like a plant for energy he never sleeps

- so he dragged jin down to the kitchens and convinced a house elf to make jin a coffee 

- he convinced her with a plant and his litto gummy smile bc she definitely did not want to give an 11 year old caffeine but she eventually did 

- and so CoffeeJin was born

____ 

- so the hufflepuffs actually met the ravenclaw-y/n trio the day of the Hot Dog Showdown

- after some of the profs got tired of seeing these two dummies argue and actually stir up quite the crowd bc this is a very controversial topic, they made everyone get lost 

- but jin and yoongi stayed behind and asked the three of them if theyd ever want to get a midnight hot dog snack tg and continue the battle

- so every friday night they would sneak out as a squad of 5 and just sit in the kitchens talking about random shit 

- also they had a precise 35 minutes of that time scheduled for whatever food topic they wanted to argue about that week

- jin and y/n still get into it regularly about the “milk or cereal first” question

- and thats how the older kiddies became friends!

____

as for the younger babies :

- jimin and tae met on the train

- actually they just battled on the train, they didnt really meet properly until they were both sorted into slytherin

- and by that point they hated each other

- “there can only be ONE troublemaker in this school”

- soooo for about a month into their first year the school was a huge mess of them fighting it out 

- and jungkook had gotten caught in the middle of their first train battle so he already knew and kinda liked them even though they were snakes and he was a lion

- he just kinda liked their vibe

- so one night on his way to the kitchens he came across them fighting it out in the corridor and just kinda interrupted with a litto 

- “uhm,,,, excuse me--”

- and they were like oh shit its that kid from the train that we definitely exploded a pumpkin onto 

- “why dont you guys stop fightng and just work together?? isnt that more fun”

- can you imagine a little jungkook  with a big ass coconut head just kind of casually interrupting a battle between two rabid slytherin idiots and suggesting they work TOGETHER

- bc jimin and tae laughed their asses off

- and then they were like wait a minute the coconut has a point 

- so basically jk is responsible for their entire relationship not fate im calling it rn 

- and they just kept bothering him after that tbh until he said fuck house discrimination im gonna be besties with some slytherins

____

- okay before we get to yoonkook lets talk about y/nkook theyre adorable

- they met bc gryffindor but really they met bc y/n was this cool older girl that was never hanging out with anyone in her actual house and instead was friends with a bunch of ppl in other houses

- and jk was a very shy babie before the thing w jimin and tae, so he had a hard time making friends

- and y/n did actually notice this bc he ate alone and did work alone and would only hang out with two troublemaker slytherins from time to time

- so one day she invited him to sit with her and the older bois during lunch and he was like ???? me????? 

- so he just sat there with his head down and was like eating quietly and kinda listening to them talk and kinda responding to y/n when shed talk to him but really he was quiet and didnt really look at anyone bc he was like why are these second years asking me to eat w them im scared mom come get me

- and when he was done eating his sandwich he was like ok i should go do hw or smth so he was gonna get up

- but then a little hand reached out and put another sandwich on his plate and then a little voice said “dont leave yet !! you barely ate, and lunch isnt over for a while -- stay and talk to us?” and when he looked up

- oh boy we love a yoonkook meeting 

- he was staring at the cUTEST BOY HED EVER SEEN HE ALMOST EXPLODED

- and from that moment on, jungkook was Obsessed 

- and kept asking y/n to sit with them during meals so he could talk to yoongi

- so over time he naturally just became one of them 

- and then at some point jimin and tae were like he ABANDONED US 

- and tried to confront him but it was in the middle of one of jk’s creepy stalking moments so jk just 

- took them with him

- that day, yoongi had three stalkers

- and also caught them

-and he was just like “oh hi friend !! and other friends of friend !!” 

- and it was so cute that for like a week jimin and tae were ALSO obsessed with yoongi

- but theyre not very sneaky so yoongi kept catching them

- and eventually was like “hey do you guys wanna sit with us at lunch??”

- and thus the group was Born

[yikesharringrove]

the fic you wrote for my last prompt was amazing, ty 😭 can you do 50 + 56 this time please? and if you want to work in dyslexic!steve too that would be awesome! 🥰

You are speaking my fuckin’ language, dyslexic Steve is my ABSOLUTE jam. Honestly, whenever I write Steve, he’s dyslexic, although sometimes it’s not mentioned because it’s not important to Harry’s journey @ jk rowling

Thank you for your request! I’m really glad you liked the other one I wrote! You’re anonymous so I don’t know which one that is but I really enjoyed writing them all! Sorry for my manic energy rn.

Something a little different, it’s modern au! This is probably nothing like what you were thinking so I’m sorry, but I kinda love it ngl.

50: Secret Admirer

56: “I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended.”

Prompt list!

Billy spent three and a half hours reading through every single tweet on the account.

There were so fucking many of them. The earliest one was timestamped from four days ago, so obviously, this person had no life outside of tweeting.

Tweeting about Billy.

He had a few personal favorites. He had retweeted them to his account, figuring may as well play it up, make a joke outta everything.

@ImHardForHargrove: sorry WHOMST gave you the RIGHT to have eyes that fuckin blue im YELLING

@ImHardForHargrove: watchin u play basketball is a religious experience y are ur arms so BIG hhnnnng

And Billy’s absolute favorite, which he pinned right at the top of his account

@ImHardForHargrove: ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass

Billy knew he looked good. Knew he turned heads wherever he went. He did that on purpose. But realizing someone at Hawkins High had set up a thirst account for him, well.

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended.” Billy had explained the situation to Robin, letting her go through the account on his phone. “Like, It’s kinda nice, whoever this guy is, he’s got a crush. But also like, It’s kinda creepy. Plus he’s objectifying me,” Billy was talking through his sandwich.

Robin made a face of disgust. “Why do you keep saying ‘he’? All of the girls in this fucking school are practically drooling for you.”

“Hard for Hargrove, Robin. I know you’re like, revolted by the peen and whatever but that does not excuse a lack of basic sexual education and anatomy.” She gagged at him. Honest to God, gagged. He thought she was gonna spew all over the table.

“If I ever hear you call it a peen ever again, it’s on sight Hargrove.” Heather plopped herself down next to Robin, kissing her cheek before zeroing in on Billy’s phone, still in Robin’s hand.

“Have you guys worked out who it could be yet?” Her eyes were wide at Billy.

“Billy says he thinks its a guy even though people with penises aren’t necessarily men.” Robin gave him a pointed look.

“Yeah Robin, I know that, but, I don’t know I just think it’s a guy penis-having person.”

Heather narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you actually think that, or are you just hoping in that goblin little brain of yours that this account is Steve Harrington’s.” Billy could feel the heat spread down his neck.

“Billy, I know Steve is like, the only out guy in this whole fucking town, but you can do way better than him.  PLUS, I feel like it makes more sense if the person running this account wasn’t out and had to channel their gay yearning through social media.”

“First of all Robin, you have this vendetta against Steve that I don’t get. He’s a nice guy. He’s kinda dopey, kinda dumb, but he’s like, sweet and shit. Second, I’m not out, so it still could be him because he doesn’t think I would, like, accept his advances or whatever. Hence, gay internet yearning.” The chime of the bell sent them packing their lunches, Billy’s phone vibrated in Robin’s hand. She rolled her eyes when he realized he turned on notifications for the account

“Get a fucking life you loser.” She slapped the phone into his hand. He opened the new tweet with embarrassing zeal.

@ImHardForHargrove: i saw u talking with ur mouth full and it was yucky but i was still  🥺🥺

His head shot up, trying to see who would have been facing him during lunch, but the cafeteria was almost empty.

The rest of the week Billy took deliberate care of every interaction he had with anyone. Observing who was in his surroundings, and making note of everything he did and said. He took extra caution around Steve, wanting to spot any minute detail that could give away who ran the account.

The account started blowing up. People were retweeting like fucking crazy. Everywhere he went, he was being asked if he’s seen it, like he doesn’t regularly retweet the good ones. The search for the owner of the account had spread throughout the whole school. A few girls even tried to claim the account was theirs, but every time that happened the account would tweet out something to discredit whoever made the claim, proving them a liar.

Billy was starting to lose hope it was Harrington. The tweets were coming at all different times, posted whenever the person thought about it, so Billy was losing track of who was near when he said or did something. And the tweets were always about stupid stuff Billy didn’t register doing. On Wednesday night the account said

@ImHardForHargrove: hi when you chew on your pencil and it makes me 🥴 that is all thx for comin to my ted talk

Friday afternoon gave them all:

@ImHardForHargrove: walked past ur classroom and u were asleep ive never wanted to CUDDLE someone so bad in my LIFE

But Saturday, Saturday renewed all hope for Harrington Billy could possibly have. Lauren Kranz was throwing a party. It was the first real rager in a while, so everyone was there, and everyone was sloshed. Everyone but Billy, who’d agreed to be designated driver for Robin and Heather like some kinda idiot.

He was brooding on the back porch when his phone went off. The account was active, and the owner was drunk.

@ImHardForHargrove: I can seeeeee u oyt the windw I wan u 2 FUC ME. RAW DOG.

@ImHardForHargrove: srry ur so beauitiful nd THICCC

@ImHardForHargrove: I wana shoot my shot but idk if u lik bois

@ImHardForHargrove: (ys i am boi)

@ImHardForHargrove: nd i dont wana get my heart broken agin 😥

He was right about it being a guy. He was right about him being too nervous to approach him outright. His brain was screaming stevestevesteve at him. Hawkins was shook when Steve came out as bisexual in his sophomore year. He was the golden boy, a real jock. He was NOT the kind of guy people would assume queer in a small midwestern town.

He was kind of a douchebag, dumping one girl for another, sleeping with her and never calling again. But then he settled down with this guy from the University of Indianapolis for a few months until Steve caught him cheating. Apparently, he had slashed the guy’s tires. Billy was impressed.

The next year came Wheeler, who only stuck around long enough to make sure Steve was nice and whipped before she fucked off on him too. So Steve retreated. Spent more time with middle schoolers than anybody else. Didn’t want to put his heart on the line anymore until he knew it wouldn’t be stomped on.  Billy could respect that.

Billy couldn’t risk being out in a town like Hawkins. Word always had a way of getting right back to his dad, and in a tiny hick town with nothing better to do than gossip, it was usually only a matter of hours before Neil heard something he didn’t like.

@ImHardForHargrove: srry 4 bad typing rn. drunk nd dysl exic ren’t a happy combo

Billy’s heart stopped. The drunken idiot was giving himself away. Maybe if he sat here staring at the account long enough, enough would be revealed he could figure it all out like a shitty drunk episode of Blue’s Clues.

He was so focused on Twitter, refreshing his feed, again and again, he didn’t notice a very drunk, and very unsteady Steve Harrington stumbling out the back door towards him. Until he crashed into his back.

“Sorry, Bill!” Billy had Steve by the shoulders trying to keep him upright. “Heyy I have a question for you.” Steve grabbed one of Billy’s hands and veered over to the table and chairs arranged neatly on the small patio. When they were sitting, Steve kept ahold of Billy’s hand.

“Hi.” Steve was smiling like a little kid. Billy was in fucking love.

“hey, Harrington. What was your question.”

“So-oo. I have this friend. A very good friend. Super close. And he has a big ol’ crush on you but he’s too scared to ask you himself because he keeps getting his heart fuckin’ broken so he wanted me to ask. Are you into guys?” It’s a miracle Billy understood any of that, every word blending into the next.

“That depends.” Billy leaned in, running his tongue along his bottom lip. He saw Steve take in a sharp breath, following the movement with his glazed eyes. He knew Steve was talking about himself, he just wanted to rile him up a little. Make him blush first. “This friend you’re talkin’ about. He’s our age? Like you’re not trying to set me up with one a’ your kids, right?” Steve physically recoiled.

“NO, you fuckin’ pedo. I’m NOT trying to set you up with a fuckin’, fuckin’ middle schooler. My friend is, uh eighteen. He’s a senior.” Unless Tommy fuckin’ H. suddenly had a penchant for dick Billy didn’t know about, Steve was 100% talking about himself.

“Well, if he’s as pretty as you are, I’d love to go out with him sometime.” Billy winked. Steve went red.

“Okay, but like, does that mean you’d go out with me? Like I’m as pretty as me, right? Because I was talking about me. Not ‘a friend’ I was talking about me. Steve.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured that out. You know, I was hoping it was you running that Twitter. Any time you’d tweet out something you wanted to do with me, I was always picturin’ doing it with you, Baby.” Billy was practically purring. “Especially all the shit you wanted me to do TO you.” Steve gave something between a whine and a groan and flopped himself onto Billy’s lap, straddling him with very little grace.

“Thank God. ‘Cause you’re so fucking hot I’d let you do anything to me. Anything, Bill.” Billy smiled softly at him.

“Then let me take you home. Let me put you in bed to sleep off all this. And let me take you to breakfast tomorrow. Something nice and greasy for your hangover tummy.” Steve was a puddle in Billy’s lap. “C’mon, Drunky, git your ass up.” Steve just giggled and muttered Drunky Skunky under his breath.

Billy sighed and stood up, hefting Steve up with him.

“Bil-ly,” Steve whined. “You’re so strong, this is so fucking hot. I gotta tweet about this.”

“Tweet it later, Sweet Thing.”

It took Billy for-fucking-ever to find Robin and Heather (they were making out in the basement with the stoners). But Steve chirped and cooed into his ear, so happy Billy could lift him and hold him like it was nothing.

The last tweet from the account was timestamped from Sunday evening.

@ImHardForHargrove: Hi this is Steve. Billy’s my boyfriend now 🥰#ThirstWorks

[shipsssssssss]

No one asked but here's my Character List for my B99 AU which, surprise, I'm still dedicated to

Roman Prince:

He/him

Gayyy

Wants to be a hero

Has the second most highest arrest record

Despite this, is a Himbo

Rivalry with Virgil, no one except the two of them knows how it started

Was separated from Remus early on in his life but eventually reunited with each other

Lowkey codependent

Will kill anyone who's a bitch to Remus

Prince to Remus' Octopus

Physically the strongest

Acts very gay but hasn't actually stated out loud he's gay so Patton is very unsure

Remus Duke:

Out of closet and is gay

He/him

Youngest Twin but is Taller

Usually gets the more grotesque cases

Angst is not allowed except for when i permit it he loves his twin very much

Got separated from Roman early on which is why their surnames are different

Both are overjoyed by their matching surnames

Highkey codependent

Best friends with Janus but is lowkey pissed at both Roman and Janus about their past

Can make Roman do anything with puppy eyes

50% chance he's more insane than the actual perps

Great at interrogations

Octopuses

Patton Peanut

Out as well

Pansexual

He/Him, they/them

Team Dad™

Brings snacks he baked every Monday

Ask about his last name and he'll tell you the god of their world wanted alliteration :)

Precinct sweetheart

Everyone can and will die for him

Managed to convince over 10 perps to confess with sheer kindness

Always knows what the other is feeling because they are a sweetheart

Precious

Willingly takes the more violent cases if Remus won't

Lowkey interested in the Sergeant

Virgil

Out only to Roman, Remus, and Patton

Bisexual

He/him

Precinct Emo™

Is an asshole but is working on it

Prefers desk work but goes out on cases a few times every month

Rivals with Roman and refuses to tell Patton how it started

Mostly deals with felonies

MCR is still together in his head, fight him

Has beef with Janus but is somehow neutral towards Remus

Logan Berry

Closeted, tho im pretty sure everyone has an idea

Asexual, Homoromantic

He/Him

Comes from a homophobic family

Professional Nerd

Sergeant

Wants to be the youngest police captain

Has the most arrests in the precinct

Childhood best friends with Roman and Patton

Became friends with Virgil during the academy

Doesn't understand the Twins' dynamic

'Remus is gross??? Why do you love him so much???? Brotherly love of course but excuse me?!!?'

Will challenge someone to a fist fight if they threatened Roman and Patton

Very stoic in the interrogation room and scares the shit outta perps

Was the Team Mom™ but Janus overthrew him

Janus

Outs themselves if asked but otherwise won't say anything

Ace

They/them

Regrets their past with Roman

Half their face is scarred after protecting Virgil from an accident

Is thankful that Virgil is okay, but promised themself to never sacrifice themselves ever again

Self Preservation is Key

Lowkey manipulative

Best friends with Remus, no one knows how they met

Trys to mend their relationships with Virgil

Wine Mom™

Remy

Outer than the Outer Planets

Gayyyyayayay

He/him

YAS GURL YAS!!!

Never seen without coffee

Civilian Administrator

Bonds with Roman over their dramatics

Is a bitch but loves Picani

Lives his life in mystery

No one knows where he lives

Met everyone at the precinct

Admits with great remorse Patton is nicer than Picani

Emile Picani

Is out but rarely mentions it

Pansexual

He/him

Victim Advocate

Wants to be a full on therapist but is happy with his current job

Only slightly less of a sweetheart than Patton

Very professional

Cartoon therapy

Cartoons are his one true love Remy be damned

Nice to those he likes, stone cold bitch to those he doesn't like

He's the guy that isn't exactly part of the squad but is actually Part Of The Squad

Lowkey mad victim advocates are rarely mentioned in pop culture

Childhood best friends with Remy

Highkey planning on taking Patton's title as Precinct Sweetheart.

Hahaha jk..... Unless??

Keep in mind I neither live in America, or is in the Law Enforcement so forgive me for future inaccuracies

Also ignore the fact that some have no last names i still have no idea what to put pls hlep

[mayapenelopeclutterbucket]

*SPOILERS* for TGD 3x16 “Autopsy” aka I’m so tired of Canadians getting the better melendaire promos and I’m like Owen Wilson with my usage of wow 🤦🏻‍♀️ 😂

Y’all idk if I’m ready for tonight

just kidding I AM and dying to see what “bring the funny” antics melendaire is gonna get into 😆

-not gonna lie it’s weird to not see Claire and Melendez work on a patient together 😂 first time it’s happened in a while but at least they’ll interact this ep still!

-why do they always have heart to hearts in the middle of surgery lmao

-I have never seen them work this fast it’s so disorientating like damn wtf just happened honestly

-wow Neil Melendez actually mentoring shaun?! This shit hasn’t happened since season 1 finale because they never want them to work together lol but it’s so nice to see 😭 I miss the ogs interacting

-l*mlendez having scenes together with no romantic context we LOVE to see it

-gdi Morgan Claire and Melendez weren’t “sneaking around”

-Morgan admitting Melendez is a good mentor but only to Claire 👀 but Claire putting her in her place about reporting and what it really did to the whole team AN ICON 👏🏼👏🏼

-but Morgan thinks favoritism is going on with melendaire but like that’s his job to mentor?? All of the attendings and chiefs have favorites let’s not lie and have mentored all of you in multiple occasions sooooo like

-this is adorable! A crime board with shaun and park and them being detectives

-so far we have NOT seen melendaire interact was I mislead?!

-wow park being in cahoots with shaun and not listening to melendez 😂

-okay wtf is up with lim and this kid she keeps seeing??

-an interaction outside of work with residents?! Wow I’m amazed

-I miss Jared. Jared should be going on these adventures with shaun

-park being some weird pseudo father figure giving advice to shaun instead of his actual friends??

-wow okay plz tell melendez and Claire just argued and disagreed like that to throw people off that they love each other and are still besties and @jillrox202 is right they did sound like a couple fighting 😂 like they straight up pretty much told the other they were wrong

-I did not see shaun getting arrested coming

-shea better still be friends after this ep is all I have to say 🙃

-okay jk I also have to ask so is shaun actually in love w/ lea or did Carly telling him how he feels affect him?

-breznick back to their disagreeing ways I haven’t missed it :// but Morgan apologizing is an improvement!! We love growth plz keep growing for once lol

-awww lim you better adopt this adorable little girl 😭 but wtf is this storyline it came outta nowhere

-I’m hoping Melendez doesn’t suddenly think this is the chance for him to be a dad 😂

-honestly how am I not supposed to ship shea I’m sorry but I still don’t think lea is ready to commit and be in a serious relationship but I am rooting for them

-Audrey lim giving the inspiring speeches we love to see it 😭

-I love Claire being called Dr. B

-wow Morgan connecting with a patient instead of Claire?

-wow Carly doing an autopsy for shaun or I guess allowing him

-lmao can’t you see I’m torn about the ships

-he doesn’t have to do ANYTHING like him and lea can just be friends even if he’s in love with her like if he’s not ready STOP PRESSURING HIM

-so he does love lea and Carly but lea more does this mean we’re gonna drop Carly as a character next season or after this ep 🙄 BECAUSE GOD FORBID WE KEEP WOMAN IN THE SHOW AND STORYLINES IF THEYRE NOT A LOVE INTEREST FUCK OFF WITH THIS NARRATIVE PLZ

-but shaun hugging Carly broke me

-omg yessss I was right 😭 that fight was a fakeout. Melendaire is on a supposedly “platonic” bowling date Claire said why does it have to be hard to hide their friendship and Melendez said it was WORTH IT I CANNOT DEAL

-okay so nothing else made me cry this ep except seeing lea cry that was hard and we’re gonna go back with people being on the lea hating train

-she doesn’t want to put shaun through the stress of dealing with her because we all saw how it was when they lived together they were at each other throats but they got through it and I wish lea would’ve worded it better and elaborated more but to know it’s not unrequited hurts even more 😭 becaus they’ve always been so comfortable together and shaun has never felt stressed or worried around her like he did with Carly and this shit sucks 😩😩 in a way she did mean she didn’t want to be with shaun because of his autism and that makes it 20x worse but she’s just scared and doesn’t want to ruin him 😩😩

-but ayyye melendaire working together again next ep and look to be agreeing with each other as usual and looking like a beautiful team

-BUT APPARENTLY YOU CANADIANS GET THE BEST FREAKIN PROMOS AND DASH ASKS CLAIRE OUT AND WE GET A JEALOUS MELENDEZ WTF WTF @gilbxrt-blythe better have it posted here on tumblr soon folks BECAUSE IT LOOKS LIKE WE ARE GONNA GET JEALOUS MELENDAIRE AND CLAIRE WEIRDLY GOING ON A DATE WITH DASH

Because then we get a finale called heartbreak and I ain’t ready for that y’all

[octoberobserver]

Reddie 7, 8, 10.

Hey Nonnie! Thanks for the ask :D

Reddie Boys:

7) Which is the worse driver - Richie. I mean, he’s gay and he can’t–no jk, lol. But seriously, despite his chronic case of Road Rage™ and crashing his car that time Mike called him, Eddie is a fantastic driver. The amount of shit he has dealt with driving in New York for over a decade, made him vigilant as hell and able to maneuver any hazard (and jackass that got his licence from a cereal box) like nobody’s business.

Richie on the other hand, has been coasting down L.A. with absolutely no regard for the rules of the road for years, but in a less…tactical way than Eddie. He’s just…bad with navigating and driving at the same time. Google Maps is a lying liar who lies and he can’t be held accountable for taking wrong turns and being stuck on the freeway for an extra 45 minutes, okay? Not his fault that he underestimated the amount of time he’d need and like…traffic and shit. He’s never been in a serious accident, or anything, a few fender-benders here and there, but still. His focus while driving can be a little…lacking. There’s interesting shit happening down Sunset Boulevard, you know? He likes to people watch for his show and sometimes forgets that he’s operating heavy machinery at the time. That and he loves to chug coffee and switch stations on the radio while steering with his knees. Why else would he had been made so tall if his legs are not there as extensions of his hands?!

8) What do they argue about? - What don’t they argue about, more like. Arguing is basically their love-language. Always has been. But it’s always over stupid shit and nearly always their very own brand of foreplay. ‘No Richie, we are abso-fucking-lutely not calling our dog, Penny, okay? I don’t care about how cool ‘Penny the pom’ sounds. No fucking way!’ ‘Christ, Eds, calm down. It was just a joke about how fuckin’ dumb I was at thirteen, okay? Everyone loves a bit of Trashmouth self-deprecation.’ 

That’s not to say that they haven’t had serious fights, though. Just two over the course of their relationship. And both were in instances where their safety was at play. The first, just after Eddie’s…injury…when he was recovering, newly-separated and newly-moved-in-to-Richie’s-condo. He had pushed himself too far, had passed out on the living room floor when Richie was out buying groceries. Richie had come back, twenty-five minutes later to see him sprawled out and unresponsive and freaked the fuck out. ‘What the fuck were you thinking, you idiot?! Are you trying to die again?! Because I...I can’t handle that, Eds. I can’t. Please. I don’t...I don’t wanna sound like Sonia or Myra, I really don’t but...please, be more careful. You’re strong, you’re so strong. But you’re not infallible.’ 

The second was when Richie mouthed off to the wrong person after one of his gigs. Eddie was used to Trashmouth’s brand of pissing people off but…he just didn’t stop. He kept going and kept going and…ended up in the hospital. He didn’t mean to victim-blame, he really didn’t. He was just so fucking scared. When he saw that giant asshole pick up the bottle and clock Richie over the head with it - his heart stopped. ‘What the fuck, Richie?! You just couldn’t let it go, could you? He didn’t even really insult me, for God’s sake. But no. You had to just keep pushing and pushing. He was a fucking giant! Are you trying to get yourself killed, Trashmouth?! I don’t need you to fight my corner for me, asshole. Especially if it means you getting your ass handed to you! He could have fucking killed you and where...where would we be then? What...what would I do? You scared the shit outta me.’

They made up almost instantly both times. After long, long discussions about who they are and what they mean to each other.

10) What TV shows do they watch together, and which ones do they hide from each other - I’ve answered this here.