#sorry if it was longer i needed like TIMW

[h0ll0w-gr0v3]

Aww you mean it? :)

Anyways, ignoring him, Trinity right? Sit your brother down but try to keep him awake.

*Poofs a penlight*

What happened to him exactly?

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[randomlut]

I agree with you on palestine! The reason I don't do much on social media about it is because of similar reasons as you talked and also I don't think instagram and twittee have any space for nuance! I support palestine should not become "Israel should not exist it wasn't there before 1940s" because Israel was made as reparations for centuries of mistreatment and killing and discrimination of jews, also there are many many countries that formed recently. The leadership of Israel is crazy and violent and shouldn't be in power, but that does not mean we should say Israel is not a country".

But unfortunately many pro palestine people are just talking like Israel should not exist seriously. And they are not looking for reasonable discussion so I feel for me it us better to donate privately to help Palestinians than fight online.

Also a lot of people seem to take criticism of hamas as anti palestine stance as if you cannot be pro palestine and at the same timw recognize that some of the powerful people there are also bad. That still means Palestinians deserve better than having a neighbor who keeps killing them and a powerful organization for leadership that has its own fucked up agenda.

From what i see, this issue is complicated mostly for westerner, because of the shared history of colonialism. The reason why Israel exist in the first place is, as you said, caused as retribution and it feels like the world have to pay them. I can understand this point of view. (due to my limitation of writing essay in english, it will sound (or read) as very simplified)

But you also have to consider another point of view, from the others who have history of being colonized and enslaved also for centuries in their own land, they just can’t relate with that reason. it’s not complicated for them.  Why should Palestine be the one who pay the price?  Especially when west countries are who mostly at fault.  This way of thinking is not perfect, but i hope you consider this pov.

If we’re talking about how Jerusalem is the holy land for Jews, well it also a holy land for Muslim and Christian. beside Islam is the 2nd largest religion in Israel, and Palestinian jew exist. if we’re talking about mistreatment, Islam also have history of mistreatment so i refuse to discuss this under religion persective. it’s all about faith and who am i to argue about that?  

However, we can argue about history until the end of time and it will lead to nowhere. like, no matter how hard we try, racism will always happen from both side, the opressed can always be the opressor under difference circumtances but what happen right now is already totally out of line. I don’t need to mention the casualities in this answer because i bet you already know 

This is not me saying country like Israel shouldn’t exist. As you said, the concept of Israel itself is valid, but right now, it’s chaos. The opressed are totally becoming the oppresor. I don’t know what concrete solution that can bring total satisfaction for both sides but right now, Palestine people are literally dying with Israel goverment keep destroying bulding like hospital, media office, covid lab ect. It’s no longer self defence and if you’re still pro israel goverment somehow, well, f*ck you then (sorry).

I feel that social media is really important right now because now the world can really see what happened in Palestine and voice support. Western media is no longer becoming the centre of information, and finally support for Palestine can be something major thus giving more power for country like mine, to force negotiation. I said, keep posting on social media, but only when you feel like you can make difference, no matter how small it is. Even when you can inform 1 person who personally have no idea. If your country already support palestine, then you're good.

I really believe you can voice support for Palestine without being anti semite, this is why i prefer Tumblr. Because of more diverse opinion, i can take some step back and revaluate my opinion. I don’t have to agree, i already Pro Palestine since 2014, but i can start trying to understand. 

[karaxreds]

Angel ( Part 2) - Trent Alexander-Arnold

His comment made your cheeks redder, if that was even possible and you couldn't help but look down at your feet slightly embarassed, he on the other hand looked quite pleased.

Before any of you two could say any other word, Jesse suddenly popped up next to you, wrapping an arm around Trent even though the scouser was a bit taller than him.

"Trent, My boy." He squeezed his side, before he pulled away and then you watched them do their weird handshakes.

"I see that you've met Angel." Jesse told him, eying the two of you suspiciously.

"Ha, so you're the famous Angel?" Trent raised an eyebrow at you.

"My name isn't Angel." You rolled your eyes, telling him your real name but as always Jesse cut you off.

"Don't listen to her, Bro." He shook his head, "She's our little Angel."

"She sure looks like one." The scouser whispered, only for you to hear it.

"Huh?" Jesse clearly didn't hear the comment.

"I said that it nice to finally put a face to the name." He smoothly coverd the situation, your face finally going back to normal. "I am Trent." He said, extending his hand for you to take it.

"Nice to meet you, Arnold." You smirked.

"Oh, so you know me too?" A small smirk appearing on his lips as well.

"Just because I am a girl, doesn't mean I clueless about football." You remarked, raising an eyebrow.

You hands were still linked together in front of you, and somehow you completely forgot that Jesse was stending next to you.

"In fact, she's quite the opposite." The mancunian commented, wrapping an arm around your waist prospectively. "She's a football fanatic, mate."

"Glad to know." The scouser nodded, finally letting go of your hand.

"Let's get some drinks." Jesse said, dragging the two of you toward the bar.

The two of them started chatting and you couldn't help but steal a glance now and then at him.

"Is it me or are you trying to flirt with the scouser?" Lucy's voice suddenly echoed in your ear, making you jump up in surprise.

"Did y'all just decide to try to give me a heart attack today?" You glared at the brunette, "And what? I am not trying to flirt with him!"

"Bullshit!" She mumbled, narrowing her eyes clearly not believing you. "I know how you get when someone catches your eye."

"Lucy, seriously." You sigh in desperation, "You know I am not looking for anyone at the moment."

"Can't blame you though, he's kinda cute." She said, her eyes scanning the boy from head to toes completely ignoring your words.

A few minutes later the giant cake has finally arrived, and you all gathered around it singing out loud foe your friend, making sure to film every second of it to keep it on your phone, making great memories.

The party was now over, at least for you it was. You were exhausted, couldn't even stand on your feet properly, you said goodbye to both Jesse and Marcus, of course they spent fifteen more minutes trying to persuade you to stay a little bit longer but you just couldn't anymore.

Lucia was the one driving both of you to your shared apartment, you always thought that you'd have tge whole flat to yourself once she moves in with Marcus but it seems like the boy was too much of coward and still didn't have enough balls to ask her to move in with him.

"Leaving without a goodbye, Angel?" You heard him say softly, standing right behind you.

"I thought you left?" You lied.

"Hum, wanted to see you one last time before I leave." He smiled, "I wish we would've chatted a little bit longer...just the two of you." He added, looking down at his feet.

"Yeah, well Jesse is pretty protective of you haven't noticed." You giggled, and his eyes pierced into yours he loved the sound of your giggle as if it was the first time he heard someone do so.

"Maybe you could give me your number, so I can get to know you a bit better?" He asked quietly, both of his hands in his pockets.

"How about, if we meet again..." You started, "if we ever see each others again, I promise I'll give it to you." You finished with a wink.

"Deal." He mumbled, slightly disappointed.

You were playing the hard to get game and you loved it, because if he did want anything to do with you than he'll work for it.

-

A couple of days have passed since Jesse's amazing birthday, you were very anxious and stressed because your exams were only a week away but the bright side of it is once the exams are overs you'd finally be free for the christmas holidays.

"Still whining about the finals?" Marcus barged into your room, with a bag of chips in his hand and a coke on the other.

He threw himself on your bed, sipping down on his coke like he had no worry in the world.

"Man, don't you know how to knock?" You yelled, "What if I was naked?"

"Like that timw when we were sixteen?" He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I was half naked!" You cried, "I was in my underwears, you perv!"

"Doesn't matter." He shrugged, chewing loudly on his chips. "You still studying, god you're such a nerd."

"Some of us have to study and work hard to get a stable job." You narrowed your eyes, "Not all of us are professional footballers."

"Yeah, you can't play for shit." He snorted, making your eyes widen.

"Why are you here anyway?" You said, your voice full of annoyance. "Don't you have training or a date with your girlfriend?"

"Nice try, it's nine p.m" He rolled his eyes, "Lucy's having dinner at her parents tonight."

You were so focused on your books today that you totally forgot that she had a family dinner, you remmeber her asking you to tag along but you just politely turned her offer down because you really needed to study.

"You know what?" You sais to no one in particular. "I am done, I am tired and you're too annoying so impossible for me to finish studying in peace. " you slammed your books shut.

"Angel, You haven't left your room all day." He spoke softly, sitting up on your bed. "You need a break, you're smart girl don't overwork yourself."

"I just want to graduate as soon as I can."

"And you will." He smiled softly. "Come on" he said, grabbing your hand and yanking you up.

"Where?"

"I am taking you out for dinner." He said excitedly.

"I am too tired." You whined.

"You have ten minutes or you're going  in you pyjamas"

And indeed in ten minutes you were ready, and already in his car on your way to Marcus favourite restaurant.

"Go take a seat, I'll just need to go to the bathroom real quick." Marcus announced, once the two of you walked into the small restaurant.

A nice waiter led you to one of the tables and handed you two menus, you thanked him and opened to read and try to see what to chose for dinner.

"Well if this isn't a nice suprise." You heard a voice, you were craving to hear for the oast couple of days.

A shitty one cuz I am somehow having a writer block??? So idk if I am going to be able to update tomorrow, I'll try my best I promise.

Sorry for all the mistakes this is not edited.

Enjoy it xoxo ❤❤

[haikyuu-plus]

May I request some fluff Bokuto?? Maybe college!AU? How would he ask his s/o out on a date? How would he act in their daily life as a couple? How would he surprise his s/o on their anniversary? How would he take care of his s/o in a really stressful period? Sorry if I asked too much stuff, you can choose not to use everything! And thanks so much, I love the way you write ♡

[In your second message you mentioned that you wanted headcanons, so here you go, Anon ~]

Bokuto would probably run into his future-partner randomly, perhaps even literally, almost making them fall due to the small collision

Perhaps he would be extremely late that day and because there was an important exam waiting to be finished, Bokuto would be all over the place, completely overseeing the person that had run into him (who probably had overslept as well)

On a particularly hectic day, Bokuto could have spilled his hot coffee over his future-partner, his mind experiencing a complete blackout, because he had to get to this exam, but there was this cute person that he had knocked down and spilled his hot beverage over

Explaining his situation to the confused person still sitting on the pavement, Bokuto would mix in numerous apologies, making his speech not exactly understandable and coherent - however, to his luck, that person would be understanding enough, telling him that they had no burns and that he better hurry to his exam before he would ruin his future (Bokuto would completely overhear the sarcasm in their words)

Bokuto would feel his heart skip a beat and before he would storm off to get to his exam, he would throw his sweatshirt into their lap, accidentally granting them a look at his abs as he not-so-skillfully pulled it over his head

It would take his future-partner a moment to wake up from their daze and assess the situation: there they were, still sitting on the hard pavement, finally noticing that their butt had started hurting; their shirt was completely ruined, a huge coffee stain almost artistically covering the front and then, of course, there was this guys’s large sweatshirt in their lap, it looked warm and comfortable, totally something they could easily fall asleep in if they didn’t pay attention, surrounded by that smell that reminded them of home and the sky

It would take some time before Bokuto and his partner-to-be would meet again, although both of them kept up their hopes every single morning, inevitably thinking about each other even though none of them knew the other’s name yet

Kuroo would have been informed of Bokuto’s mishap, having laughed heartily at the narrative to the point of almost falling off his chair

He would have been the one to spot a person walking around with a sweatshirt that looked just like Bokuto’s, pointing it out to his friend randomly

Bokuto would stop in his tracks, that was the person he had knocked to the ground indeed

Kuroo would nudge his unusually silent friend, telling him that perhaps this was the chance to retrieve his sweatshirt and apologize properly

Bokuto would feel his heart hammering against his rib-cage, wondering why he had gotten so nervous all of a sudden, since he had been waiting for this moment for a long time now

His feet felt heavy when he started to walk towards that person, his ears more and more blacking out all the sounds in his environment and the closer he got to them the more it felt like he was surrounded by a bubble that allowed only him and that person to be inside

Stumbling slightly over his own words, Bokuto would greet them, asking if they really hadn’t burned themselves on that day; a short moment of silence would ensure until they would hold his sweatshirt out to him, almost as if they had completely forgotten that this was the sole reason they wanted to meet him again

Bokuto would take it, thanking them and without thinking his hand would move up to his neck, rubbing the skin to ease his nervousness, his palms felt sweaty and the longer he was with them the hotter his body became

Right when they started to turn around, when Bokuto felt like the bubble could burst any second, he would call out to them a little too loudly, asking if they wanted to go for a cup of coffee, as a proper apology for all the trouble they had gone through

“Are you going to pour it all over me again?”, Bokuto would hesitate, not having expected that kind of fire in their words and hadn’t it been for their cheeky grin, he definitely would have taken it as some form of insult

Once they had settled for a date and a place, having exchanged telephone numbers, Bokuto would happily jog back to Kuroo, who had observed the entire scene with an obscene amount of interest

Bokuto would hear him cackling at him even before he had fully arrived by his side, angrily yelling: ”Stop laughing, you black devil!”

Once Bokuto would start dating his crush, he would be a frequent guest at their place, using every free minute he had to spend time with them

He would still be occupied with university and volleyball practice, but Bokuto knew that whenever he was with them, his energy would fill up almost instantly, a boost of morale and motivation running through him whenever he gazed at their smiling face

Although he certainly would want to surprise them with nice things, like breakfast, he would soon revert to buying some nice coffee before heading over to their place (and since the coffee had become some sort of a running gag between those two (and Kuroo)), it would have an even more elevating effect

Bokuto always slept best when he felt his partner next to him, the warmth of their body in his arms calming him down and making him feel like this was something he had been looking for all this time, but never realized he truly needed it

Whenever he absolutely couldn’t spend timw with them, he would make sure to give them a phone call before going to sleep, ranting about how his day went and making proper pauses so they could vent to him as well

Bokuto would know that he could be slightly overbearing at times and he definitely knew that he wasn’t the only one who was relying on the other in this relationship

Knowing that they juggled exams, a part-time job and the relationship with him, he would make sure they indulged in things they loved; he would ask his fellow course-mates about bath ingredients that helped them relax, bought tea that was healthy and boosted their energy and brought them sweets/chocolates

Seeing them work so hard would boost his own motivation and the light of energy that surrounded him would, in turn, rub off on them

The mere sight of his sparkling eyes, the passion he spoke with, would make his partner’s flutter with adrenaline and excitement and they could already feel like they were getting restless themselves, wanting to succeed in the things they had set for themselves

[minahraven]

A New Kind of Sleepover - BTS/ Yoongi (M) (Request)

“Anonymous asked: Okay so here goes lol, can i pls have a yoongi smut where y/n and him have been best friends for a long time and one timw when he comes over for a sleepover things get steamy and they end up doing it? But theyre also trying to be quiet bc of he parents? can it also include a lot of fingering and teasing? Thank you 😊😊 “

A/N - This is the first smut I’ve posted, so I apologise if it’s no good. I always say, the only way you can get better is by practise!

A New Kind of Sleepover - BTS/ Yoongi (M)

“We’ll be in my room, Mom!” you shouted as you grabbed your best friend’s wrist, giggling at the grin on his face at your mom’s quick agreement. You darted up the stairs, carrier bags banging against your legs. Saturday night was usually a club night for most. Not you two. For as long as you could remember, you’d spent almost every Saturday night together either at his house or yours, watching movies, snacking on whatever you had gathered from the convenience store that evening and generally being idiots until both of you had fallen asleep. It didn’t matter that you had long since grown past the ‘sleepover’ age. You were still best friends and, in your eyes, that meant nothing had changed. At least, not in that sense. Sure, you had grown up, and your chats had gone from ‘bet you I can fart louder than you!’ to ‘so, how’d your date go last week?’, but Yoongi and you were still inseparable.

As soon as you reached your room, Yoongi immediately divebombed onto your bed, earning a slap to the backside at his behaviour. He knew perfectly well he had already broken one of your beds that way. You didn’t want to lose another. You rolled your eyes when he turned over, leaning on one elbow and resting his head in his hand, and gave you a cheeky smirk, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“If that was the type of sleepover you wanted tonight, all you had to do was ask, baby,” he teased, and your palm flew to your face so fast, the slapping sound was audible…as was your yelp of pain. “Baby, I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed, scrambling off the bed and pulling your hand from your face, inspecting your forehead to see if it was alright, the term of endearment he had been using for years barely even registering as you blinked back the tears from your watering eyes. “Are you okay?” you nodded, your spare hand dropping the bag you had been carrying and swatting hard at his arm.

“You should know better by now, dork!” you scolded him as you picked up the bag once more and pulled your hand from his, heading over to the bed and sinking down on it with your back against the copious amounts of pillows. He pouted and wandered round to the other side to sit next to you. Snuggling up beside you, he wrapped an arm over your stomach and rested his head on your shoulder, just as he did every time you settled down to watch a movie. You switched off the light and turned on the tv, switching to the movie you had queued. You had already decided to watch one he’d wanted first, though you weren’t too interested in it, and before long, you were playing a game on your phone while Yoongi watched the movie.

About halfway through the movie, you heard your parents shout a goodnight as they headed to bed, and the house fell silent apart from the sound from the tv and your breathing. After another hour, the movie finally finished, and you switched to your choice, smirking to yourself that it was finally Yoongi’s turn to be bored. You weren’t as smug half an hour later, though. One minute, you were watching the heroine walking through her town, the next… Blinking, you looked down, keeping your head still and only your eyes moving. Your suspicions were right. Yoongi’s hand had moved from your side and you had only just noticed that now, it was resting on your lower stomach. As you watched nervously, your teeth chewing on the inside of your lip, the hand slowly slid an inch or two lower, so that it was now resting just above your pelvis. Thanking your lucky stars that the light was out and the light from the tv wasn’t bright enough to show the redness flooding your cheeks, you took a breath, about to say something. The words caught in your throat as Yoongi’s head shifted and you felt his breath on the base of your neck, followed by the feather-light touch of his lips on the very spot that he knew was your weakness, thanks to the many games of truth or dare you had played together.

As if by its own volition, your head tilted slightly away from him, and you could feel his lips curl in his trademark smirk as he brushed another, slightly firmer kiss on the same spot, before swiping the tip of his tongue over the skin. Before you could stop it, a soft sigh escaped your throat, and you bit your lip quickly to bring your focus back to the situation.

“Y-Yoongi,” you breathed as his hand slowly moved lower, resting between your legs and making you debate whether you were glad or concerned you had worn a skirt that day. A gentle ‘hmm?’ vibrated against your shoulder and he shifted a little closer, head now firmly situated in the crook of your neck. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” He chuckled softly, nipping gently at your neck as his hand dipped between your legs, swiping one finger firmly up over the fabric and causing you to whimper under your breath.

“You want to tell me you don’t want this?” he purred. Slowly, he pulled the fabric of your skirt up as his head moved lower, his spare hand pulling your shirt up. His head rested on your chest and you felt as though perhaps he had had second thoughts, until you felt his tongue tracing the edge of your bra. Your breath caught in your throat at the touch and it wasn’t until the bra slid up over your breast that you realised he had slipped his hand behind your back and unfastened it. “Or this?” he murmured, his lips capturing your nipple and sucking on it gently. You moaned softly, one hand moving to quickly cover your mouth, shaking your head.

“No, but my parents…” you whispered, though the protest sounded more like a whine than a complaint. He chuckled again, taking your nipple between his teeth just enough to send a shiver up your spine.

“Won’t know a thing. You can stay quiet…can’t you baby?” he asked, turning his head to look up at you. The flickering lights from the tv were just enough to illuminate the devious smile on his lips as he once again ran a finger over your core, this time only one layer of fabric between his skin and yours. You started to shake your head, partly still not sure this was a good idea and partly not sure you could stay quiet. You barely managed half a shake though before the pressure on your underwear increased suddenly and he was slowly circling your bud. Suddenly no longer caring whether you should or shouldn’t be doing this, you nodded quickly, biting your lip to stifle the whimper trying to escape.

He grinned and sat up, straddling your hips as he began to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it to the floor and soon adding his own and your bra to the pile. Leaning in, he captured your lips in a slow, hungry kiss, one hand moving to cradle your head as he tugged on your bottom lip. The other slid down over your stomach, easing your skirt down. He lifted his hips enough for you to raise yours, and quickly slipped the skirt and your underwear off entirely, leaving you naked beneath him. He sat back, his eyes drifting over you for the first time.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, as though talking to himself. He rested his hands on your chest, stroking them over the skin, his thumbs toying with your nipples as they passed over them. You whined softly, your hips raising of their own accord in an attempt to press against the obvious bulge in his jeans. He chuckled darkly, leaning down to capture your lips again, the kiss rougher this time, as though he was claiming you, taking your breath away. Releasing them eventually, allowing you to recover from the kiss, he leaned his head on your shoulder, nipping and licking at your weak spot again until your fingers found their way to the back of his head, holding him there.

It wasn’t until you felt the jolt of pleasure going through you, causing you to gasp loudly, that you realised his hand had made its way between your legs again, teasing your clit with light touches causing you to tremble and try to raise your hips into his touch, though his own were stopping you from moving them. “Want something baby?” he all but purred against your ear. You nodded quickly, biting your lip to choke back a frustrated whimper. “Use your words. Oppa won’t know what you want if you don’t.”

“Please…,” you gasped out, trying to keep your voice quiet.

“Please what?” His finger ran the length of your folds, dipping in just enough to tease your entrance as it passed before rubbing your clit again. The taunting caused something in you to snap. Up until then, you had tried not to come right out and say that you wanted him, feeling almost as if you were under some kind of magic spell that would break if you said it. But now, you didn’t care. “Words, baby.”

“I need you.” Another nip at your neck, eliciting another moan.

“What do you need?”

“Please, Yoongi. Fuck me, touch me, anything, I don’t care, just do it.” You were rambling and you knew it, but it had the desired effect. Almost before you had finished speaking, two fingers were plunged roughly into you, Yoongi’s mouth covering yours to muffle the ecstatic moan as your walls clenched around them automatically. He immediately began thrusting them at a quick pace, allowing you no chance to get used to the feeling. Your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as you fought to stay quiet through the bliss he was giving you. He groaned harshly and pulled back, yanking his shirt over his head before his fingers were inside you again and he was moaning into your mouth as your nails finally dug into his skin. Suddenly a third finger joined the other two, stretching you wider as he curled them inside you, as if seeking something. After a few thrusts, he found it, sending a burst of pleasure through you as he changed the angle of his fingers to hit the same spot over and over. It felt too good and you reached down quickly, grabbing his wrist to stop him. He leaned back enough to look in your eyes, confused and almost hurt, but you weren’t ending it. “I want you inside me, Yoongi” you murmured softly, smiling at the look of surprise in his eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice suddenly shaking. It was your turn to frown, but you quickly smiled again, nodding.

“Positive. If you’re going to make me come, I don’t just want it to be your fingers.” He stared for a moment before a sudden, bright smile crossed his face and he kissed the tip of your nose before removing his hand from you and carefully licking it clean.

“Okay, next time though, it’s my tongue, because you taste too damn good,” he muttered, making a sound somewhere between a moan and a chuckle. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the comical change in manner from sex god to coarse best friend, and he grinned at you as he clambered off the bed and stripped his jeans and underwear off. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you down to lie flat on the bed, laughing at the squeal of surprise you gave before crawling onto the bed with a smirk. He pecked a small kiss on your core as he passed, and settled between your legs, his attitude changing yet again as he gazed at you adoringly. “You have to know I love you by now, Y/N,” he murmured, one hand gently brushing your hair back from your face as he rested his forehead against yours. You nodded slowly, eyes not leaving his. “D-do…,” he trailed off, as though afraid to ask what you knew he wanted to. Smiling, you reached a hand up, tracing the line of his jaw and letting it slip into his hair.

“If you’re trying to ask if I love you too, Mr Eloquent, the answer’s yes,” you teased with a giggle at the look of delight on his face. He all but attacked your lips, as if wanting to capture the words permanently. As he did so, you felt him slowly entering you, both of you moaning lowly at the feeling of being connected at last. He paused, breathing erratic as he got used to you around him.

“God, you feel so amazing, Y/N,” he whispered against your lips, a small whine escaping as he did so. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined what I want to do to you.” You chuckled softly and pecked a quick kiss to his lips, nipping at the lower before pulling back again.

“Then don’t. Just show me.” He raised an eyebrow, his expression turning mischievous.

“Are you sure you want me to do that, baby?” he asked, tone taunting. You nodded, and immediately his eyes darkened, his hips retreating slightly before slamming into you, muffling your desperate moans of pleasure with his lips as he quickly built up a rhythm that had you seeing stars. Your hips began to move of their own accord, bucking against him as you tried to push him deeper. His hands moved to your waist, holding you still as he began to thrust into you full force, angling himself to find the spot he had located earlier.

As if the change had hit a switch, you felt yourself quickly starting to climb towards your orgasm and buried your face against his neck to stifle the moans that had degraded into whimpers. He continued to drive into you, his own moans growing more desperate as he fought to keep as quiet as he could. One hand released your waist and he slipped it between you, his thumb assaulting the bundle of nerves there. It was more than you could take, and your nails dug into his shoulders as you screamed against his neck, what little remained of your senses praying that the sound was muffled enough to keep your parents from hearing the earth-shattering orgasm Yoongi was sending through you. The combination of the sensations of your nails and your clenching muscles and the knowledge that it was him that had caused you to scream in ecstasy was the final straw. With a final thrust, he began to shake, chanting your name like a mantra as he came, clinging to you desperately as though afraid you would vanish like a dream.

As he came down from his high, Yoongi slowly lowered himself to rest on your chest, his head nestled in the crook of your neck as his fingers traced the indentations of his nails on your hips. Brushing gentle kisses on your neck, careful to avoid anything that might be too much for you, he nuzzled against your skin.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I baby?” he murmured, resting one hand over the nail marks to indicate what he meant. You shook your head, wrapping your arms around him and drawing small circles on his arms with your fingertips.

“If you did, it was only the good kind,” you teased with a small giggle, feeling him grin against you. “If that’s what you’ve been imagining all this time, I wish you’d told me sooner.” There was silence for a moment before he burst out laughing, quickly covering his mouth to muffle the sound. He raised his head once he had calmed down, frowning a little.

“This wasn’t just a one time thing, was it?” he asked, concern etched in his features. You shook your head again, smiling warmly at him. His face brightened and he pecked a small kiss on your lips, nipping lightly at the bottom lip before pulling away to grin at you. “Good, because there’s a lot more I have to ‘tell’ you.”