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bnm-girl · 1 year ago

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gaz. Kyle? Gaz.

gaz has the biggest dick. mouth in bed. bartender!gaz x fem!reader

tw: name calling, rough sex, creep trying to approach reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

summary: While you came to the club to try and get over a guy, you cant help but notice a certain staff member looking over.

minors dni!

no bcz hdssfvhjkj this man has me in a chokehold rn.

The lights are dim and colorful in the club, and some song is blasting over the speakers. You nurse your fruity cocktail while looking over at the dance floor. You came here to get over your shitbag of a boyfriend, but it seems like it’s going to be more difficult than you thought. A glance around just shows drunk snobs. You look down at your drink, remembering the cute bartender that gave you your drink. Flashbacking to when he slid the drink down the bar like a pro, with a wink, getting a laugh from you.

Your thoughts are interrupted when some dude comes up to you, giving you a tap on the shoulder. You feel a slight moment of hope, hoping you would actuslly find someone at this god forsaken club. But when you turn around, you are met with the sight on a 50 year old drunk, who smells horrible and something dripping down his tank. You instantly scrunch your nose up at the sight (and smell). He grins with a rancid breath and asks “hey sweetcheeks, you wanna have some fun?” Grinning again as you reel away from him. “Sorry sir, i’m having enough as is.” You reply curtly. He stumbles right in front on your face and grabs your arm, “cmongirlll, you don look like your havinggfun, stopp being sucha bitch and letloose some” panick floods your system, not knowing what to do nor respond without escalating the situation.

“sir, would you like a shot? Iss on the house” he looks over at the drunken man, he quickly walks over to him. You look at his nametag, reading ‘Kyle’. The man downs the shot and stumbles off. Kyle walks over to you and says “you alright dear? My god, his breath stinks!”

You laugh, “yes, and thank you so much.. Kyle? for for that.”

He smiles, “just call me gaz. I think i did pretty good eh? To be honest, we usually don’t deal with this many assholes. Let me get you a drink, sorry about that. What would you like?”

You quickly reply, quickly realizing that you did find a guy at the club, just not who you expected. You respond “just giving out drinks to everyone today huh?” His face was all fun and smiles, but his eyes held another feeling.

“nope, only pretty ladies and drunk assholes” his eyes running down your body, but you could barely catch it.

“You flirting with me gaz?”

“Only if you wan’ me to, and you’re in luck, because my shift end just about now” looking at his watch. He leans over the bar, leaning into your ear “So, you flirting with me?” He murmurs, voice just above the blasting speakers.

“So what if i am?” You grin, standing up from your seat.

He walks around the bar so he’s right next to you. He leans down into your face, “is that a yes i’m hearing?”

“yes.”

With hearing your consent, he grabs you by the wrist and leads you to the car. Even when in such a rush, he opens the door. He hops in and starts to drive, hand on your thigh. He is definitely driving above the speed limit, but that’s the least of your worries. As you look around, you notice how nice his car is.

“Gaz, not to be mean, but you’ve got a really nice car for a bartender”

“well love, that might be because i own the club.”

You flush at the pet name, you can’t help but squirm from his hand thats a little too high on your leg. You just hope he doesn’t brush his hand along the wet spot in your panties. You try to play off your evident horniness by responding back, “so this is undercover boss now?”

“if you want it to be, never really tried roleplaying but never say no.”

You flush even more. He knew what you were talking about, but he thought it would be better to tease you. You look at the nice apartment complex he lives in. Wether it be from the alcohol, lust, or anticipation, going up to the apartment was a blur. The snap back to reality is the second the door clicks, his mouth is on yours, teeth clashing and tongues swirling. He nips at your lip, and Gaz is convinced he might bust a nut right then and there.

He pushes you against a wall and rasps, “jump” he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. He sit you down and His hands wander all over, he then grabs the zipper to your dress and pulls it down. He groans, noticing you aren’t wearing a bra. He sucks on your neck, purple and pink blossoming on your neck. He makes his way down to your cunt,

“holy shittt, this has gotta be the prettiest cunt ive ever seen. Such a whore huh? Barely touched you and you’re already soaked through your panties huh?” He grabs the elastic of your underwear and snaps it against your stomach, causing your hips to buck. “Desperate slut.” He thumbs your clit through your underwear, causing you to whine out. He pushes your panties to the side and licks a long stripe up your pussy. You moan out almost instantly, trying to find purchase in grabbing the sheets. He sucks in your clit as you gush around his tounge, he licks it all up with eagerness. He then gets his middle finger and starts to probe at your hole. He pushes his finger in and curls up into that spongy spot. You moan out, the Pleasure becoming overwhelming. “Gaz- im gonna - gonna uh-“

“Come for me darling”

With noises you’ve only ever heard in pornos, you have the most earth shattering orgasmm of your life.

Gaz continues to lick up your juices as he finally, although begrudgingly, pulled away. His mouth was completely soaked in you. His shiny chin and lips were a sight to behold. The look of his blown out eyes and wet face almost got you to come again.

he notices you starting and says “take a picture, it’ll last longer”

He starts to unbutton his vest and shirt, when you start helping him unbuckle his pants. You kissed down his happy trail and noticed the veins leading to his dick.

“such a slut for this cock huh?”

When you finally pull his dick out of his boxers, your mouth starts to water. Long, but more on the thick side, slightly pointing up with a slightly red tip. It has a thick mushroom head and veins running alone the underside. You notice a bead of precum of his tip and kiss it off. He groans with delight.

“answer me pretty girl” he grabs his cock and starts tapping it on the side of your cheeck

“Just put it in you dickwad” you snap, the desperation becoming almost too much

“if you insist” he grins, he aligns his dick with your cunt, getting ready to put it in, but instead of sliding in, he rubs the head of his cock along your pussy. You whine, “please gaz, i need your cock in me”

He grins at your begging, his ego inflating. “As much as i would love to put my dick in your slobbering pussy, this is punishment for calling me a dickwad. Karma sweetie”

he continues to do that for what seems like forever, back an forth. You are so wet just from this that your fluids were dripping down his leg. Finally, with no warning, he shoves his cock into your pussy. You moan out, feeling like the breath has been knocked out from your lungs. His fat mushroom tip slams into your cervix every single time. The feeling of his veins along your walls feels euphoric. You were sure that the neighbors were going to call a noise complaint after this.

He leans forward and holds your back so he can thrust into you further. You wrap your legs around him and claw at his back and neck to find relief from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

He starts blabbering, “fuckk love you feel divine, what this pussy was made for innit? Yer cunts gonna mould to my dick, squeezing so tight gonna pull my dick off, betcha live this eh? Such a good whore, my little pretty slut— fuck”

You moan out, senses going into overdrive when he grabs your legs and slings then over his shoulders. “Gaz, i feel funny, i uh uh uh i feel like im gonna pee” He brings his hand down and rubs circles around your clit. Your back arches as his free hand plays with your boobs. You finally come again, but this time you squirt. You spray your juices all on gaz and you’re moaning so loud you know for a fact the whole building can hear.

He looks down and groans, “fuck yer a squirter huh, such a perfect little cunt, making such a mess on me eh? Betcha wont find anither guy like me” he them grabs your legs and folds you in half, solely focused on his pleasure now.

he continues to thrust into you, but soon later, he groans out “where?”

“in me fuck gaz, put a baby in me please lord”

with a few more thrusts, he leans in, filling you to the hilt, and busts a load in you. He pulls out and watches as his seed drips out of you, he grabs two fingers and pushes in back in.

“cant have you wasting my cum, no? Might be the hottest thing ive every done or seen”

you wake up the next morning in clean sheets and clothes too big, you see a note on the counter that says,

###-###-#### stay for today? Let me take you out on a date :)

-gaz

(lmk if yall wanna taglist)

#cod smut #smut #mw2 smut #gaz smut #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz x reader #gaz x reader #cod gaz

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moochii-daisies · 22 days ago

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Summary: The whole house is kickin' a nasty habit, but some are struggling more than others. After being "banned" for their antics and left with a bag of lollipops to cope, MC and Yoongi have ample time to declare the winner of their "biggest menace" challenge.

Length: 4.3k words

Warnings-Content Contains: 18+, Cussing, wolf-biting, smoking mention, tbh MC and Yoongi are switch-y dramatic gremlins and i'm not sorry (i'm sorry), spit mention? (that's new to me), idk yoongi has a lollipop, good luck xoxo

Sidenotes: holy shit this was so fun to write!! i had jolly good fun (then got possessed) ok i hope you enjoy if you read it and thank you if you do <3 also, thank you so much @jung-koook for the kindness + permission + inspiration w this incredible gif - it's the entire reason i wrote the scene w mc + jk + yoongi haha (p.s. appreciate gif makers pls and i highly recommend checkin' out their page if you haven't already)

JAF Notes: "Egg" is a nickname for "Golden Egg" (Jin calls JK and MC this), "Nin" is one of Jin's nicknames ("Ninnie" is another that Yoongi hates) You wanna read Tae's "Rain and Mistletoe" song?

Up next: Tae, "The Knife Night" --> Coming soon.

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The look on Yoongi's face had - really - started to piss me off.

He looked -

Pleased as punch.

Swell, even.

Just peachy fuckin' keen.

As if we were out there together by choice.

I squinted at him with a scrupulous stare.

"Did you get to choose what flavor? After bein' sucha good boy?" He rolled his eyes to look at me, unimpressed with my attempt to taunt him.

Didn't even lift his head up to do it either. Just raised both eyebrows with a face that said, "c'mon, you could do better".

Goddammit.

I was already pissy. Would it have hurt? To show some solidarity? We were in this as a team...in a way.

Instead of trying with words, I bounced a heel off the wooden floor of the front porch. Making a repeated, loud, and annoying, 'thunk'.

Yoongi was leaned back against the cushions - legs spread, arms crossed - and completely ignoring me.

Thunk.

.......

THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK -

Twitch.

As Yoongi tried not to smile, the paper-white stick poking out of his closed lips wiggled.

I was trying to disintegrate an identical stick with just my grip strength.

The silence after my thunking was brief. Broken by a small 'pop', as Yoongi pulled a bright blue lollipop out of his mouth. He twirled it around in front of my face and "Round 1 Winner: Yoongi" gleamed in his smile before it became a side-smirk.

I went with an expression that I hoped said: "Rage has morphed me into a weapon.".

But we knew each other way too well. If I could go more than two words without saying some form of "fuck"- I wasn't Major Mad and if I wasn't on the verge of tears (or totally shut down) then it wasn't Super Serious. Which meant that the look I gave just made him chuckle, and look away.

He gazed off into the distance like he was thinking of something very deep. Like, how to push every single button I had - for example. I could envision the thought bubble above his head so clearly it almost felt real.

Yoongi - Rascal Mode (Level 3): It's Fun to be Dramatic and Annoying.

One big sigh.

Then he turned to me looking perplexed, or, like he did when he cut onions without any eye protection.

"Yeeeeeeeeeee-up."

Yoongi drew out the e and popped the p as loud as he could - completely deadpan. The sound ricocheted around in my brain and I felt a calmness settle over me.

Personal Rascal Mode (Level 4): In the Zen Garden. Incapable of being disturbed.

All right Min Yoongi, two can play at that game.

I locked eyes with him, and gathered all the moisture in my mouth before slurping on my own lollipop. He wasn't bothered by mouth noises too badly, in general, but wet mouth sounds (outside of specific contexts) bothered him Immensely.

Because, and I quote, "It's too wet.".

It was the perfect plan.

However, it didn't occur to me at the time that:

- drooling and

- going to town on a lollipop,

could be taken as anything else but an annoyance.

Trying not to get too proud of myself, I snuck a glimpse at Yoongi expecting to see disgust, annoyance, anger or even boredom. But I was met with shock, and a shy smile that was terrible at hiding instead. Premature pride was melted down into green-apple flavored confusion.

Yoongi did look impressed though, at least for a second, until he turned to lightly tap his knuckles against the window behind us.

They were muffled, but five (overlapping) voices started up in response to the sound.

The laugh under Yoongi's breath came to an abrupt halt as I moved to wipe my mouth dry. My hand was caught by the wrist, there was the smallest tap of hard candy against teeth, and then Yoongi's thumb was gliding across my bottom lip.

The fingers he had curled under my chin kept me steady.

Back and forth, two times each way.

Smooth, sweet and still too wet to be sticky.

Hypnotizing.

The gaze aimed at my lips was one bead of honey, suspended on the edge and close enough to taste.

With the pad of his thumb, he wiped off what was left and pressed it to his mouth. Slightly parted lips and the dart of a pink tongue kissed the rest away. Two onyx stones sparkled, watching me watch him. Daring me to take a step further.

I forgot why we were out there at all.

"Told you! I. Told you. I told. You so." Jimin gloated out the front door as the five others joined us.

"We're cutting back or quitting, as a HOUSEHOLD you two! This is TEARING US APART!" Tae was unusually (but understandably) short-tempered. The crazy straw in his mouth - that replaced his smoking habit- had a toothpick umbrella taped to the end of it. His "Rain Instead of Mistletoe" (aka "The Umbrella Song") came to mind at the sight of it and I almost started to sing it to him. But Jimin Despised the umbrella phase with an almost maniacal passion.

I can't say I didn't consider it though.

Okay. So, yeah- as a household, we decided to collectively cut back or quit smoking entirely. And no, we didn't think at all about what that would actually be like.

Yoongi, Jungkook and Namjoon had actually asked for a house meeting and arrived as a unit (held together through linked arms) about a week after it was brought up. In a clearly rehearsed speech, they informed us that they would only be cutting back. Because they could make their own decisions. And that they would not be taking questions.

I knew what Tae was talking about (he didn't like the division among us), but I looked at Jimin - confused. His baby cotton-candy pink hair was swept back from his forehead and both eyebrows skyrocketed to make his eyes as wide as possible in response.

"I told them. That you'd do something sexual. Unknowingly. And that it'd be the only way to get you to try the lollipop method." He spoke in staccato phrases.

Oops.

Shiny, bright green glistened in my hand. Well, I felt less resistant to it now.

Jimin didn't care about my response. Instead - a hand crinkled into his bag of coping candy and he sank into the couch between Yoongi and I. His favorites were the ones shaped like bracelets and necklaces. He'd even stained his forehead pink, blue and green once from trying to wear one like a crown which, coincidentally, inspired the change in hair color. After finding the last four (and with an alarming speed), he ripped the plastic off of one with his teeth and kept it in his mouth while sliding it onto a wrist.

It dangled from the corner of his lips as he spoke. "I can't even enjoy my victory properly though, and do you know why? It's cause you two got GROUNDED at your big age. Unbelieva- okay no, totally believable actually. We need 47 bags of this, I'ma go to the store.".

Tae swatted at me with the sleeves of his giant cardigan and grumbled about my being "banished to the outside world". Turning a nose up at my attempted response, he stomped after Jimin the entire way to the car.

Okay look, we weren't really grounded or banished. Per se.

But Yoongi and I were handling it the worst.

We found him passed out multiple times on the front porch, trying to sneak them late at night (+3 burn holes in couch). And he was changing clothes so much to hide the smell that he started buying more with, "all the money he was saving from cutting back". When he didn't sneak any, he'd get so surly that we could feel the dark cloud that surrounded him, anywhere he went.

And although Jungkook's competitiveness was helping him stay stronger than most of us, generally, he could Not say no if I asked him. And I was not strong enough, Not to ask him.

After everyone realized JK's weakness, I started squatting down behind whichever car of ours was parked out on the street. Sneaking a couple puffs at the random times I could. It worked until Jin caught me, and snatched the last one I had out of my hands.

I glowered at him as he ripped the paper, dumping the tobacco into his pipe.

"The hypocrisy is truly astounding." I was dry with my comment, and then huffy as he flicked his lighter. A little too huffy.

Jin lifted one arm so his pipe was up in the air above us, and the smoke lifted with it. In order to stop me from getting too close he simply...- he just covered my whole damn face with his hand.

"Sorry Egg. It doesn't count in a pipe." Was the response he went with, and it had us bickering the entire way back to the house.

A few days after that incident, Yoongi convinced Jin to go to a casino (so they could drink and smoke, "in a natural environment") and they did Not come home winners that evening. A final straw of sorts.

It was that same night that Yoongs and I were "banished" to the porch at home (because we would argue so much) and "grounded" to sleeping on the living room couch. I wasn't allowed to be alone with Jungkook, and Yoongi wasn't allowed to be alone period (if we weren't at work).

We were going into the second week of this arrangement at this point.

With Jimin and Tae's absence, Jungkook flicked his lip rings with his tongue and got antsy. The second time we glanced at each other, almost broke us both. We'd spent years sleeping together most nights and the smidge of distance was excruciating. And we almost got bold enough to go for it, but Hobi pinched him on the back of the arm and gave a stern waggle of his finger at me - tugging JK out of sight. Namjoon looked a bit confused at being the last one left. He didn't say anything as he looked around in a stoned daze. Just gave us a small wave and dimpled smile, then stepped back inside.

"Your puppy's upset," Yoongi snorted once we were alone, "Wait fuck that, hang on, why were you so against the lollipop method anyways?".

The question hung in the air while I stared at my hands. Because in truth, I wasn't against it at all. My compulsive habit of biting at the skin around my fingers just replaced smoking. Like going back to a default setting. It happened every time I (tried to) quit.

"Didja know they call it wolf biting sometimes because wolves will bite themselves when they're frustrated?" I hadn't responded to Yoongi out-loud and realized he was talking to my hands. Reflexively scrunching them underneath my thighs as he spoke.

"Maybe wolves are obsessive-compulsive too." Got a smile and exhaled laugh out of him.

"Do they hurt?" Got a grimace out of me.

I swirled my tongue and covered it with sour apple.

"Sure. When they bleed and stuff. I mean, I dunno, skin is definitely supposed to be there." I tuned myself out as I talked, anticipating one of the typical responses.

"Lemme see." It was murmured low and in a gentle tone, but it definitely wasn't a question. Nor was it a typical response.

C-r-u-n-c-h.

Sweet shards crushed between my teeth until the stick was clamped between them. I waited for an answer that wasn't "okay" to come to mind while he propped an elbow up on the arm of the couch. Resting his head on his hand with a patient smile.

I marveled at his handsomeness initially, but my stubbornness flared when I realized that he already knew exactly what I was gonna do. And that he was waiting for me to stop denying it.

The paper around the lollipop stick was getting soft to bite so I reached up a hand absentmindedly, to pull it out of my mouth.

I personally believed that Yoongi played down how incredible his reflexes actually were at all times. And that he kept a certain level of speed and strength on reserve for when he really wanted to use it.

Because I didn't even see him reach out to grab my arm.

Shock may have been the reason for it, but when he opened his other hand toward me, I placed my free one in it without question. A smile tugged on the left side of his mouth.

The "good girl" he murmured tried to send me over the edge completely, but the co-occurring inspection of my hands was keeping me rigidly in place. Frozen, with cheeks burning hot enough to steam.

His fingers were long enough, and palms wide enough that he could cradle a hand in one of his own to look at the damage I'd done. Looking closely at each finger with a focused pout and knitted eyebrows.

"Aren't you gonna tell me it's a gross and really terrible habit that I should quit?" It was making it difficult to breathe. To have him hold them so carefully.

Sniffing in a sharp inhale, Yoongi set my hands in my lap with a squeeze.

"Why? Are you doing it on purpose? Be right back." Was all he said before slipping behind the front door.

I sat in a stunned silence until Yoongi returned with a lunchbox and bewildered Jungkook.

The "wtf" looks we shot at each other went unanswered, and Jungkook let himself be (gently) pushed onto the couch next to me before Yoongi crouched down in front of us.

"Hands." Was all that came out in his deep, calm voice.

The tips of Jungkook's ears turned red and so did the tops of my cheeks. But we both put our hands on our knees obediently. Trying not to fidget as Yoongi flicked open the latch to the lunchbox, muttering to himself.

It looked like it had been his since, at least 1998. The paint had worn down to reveal the shiny metal underneath but it'd been covered with stickers to hide most of it. I craned my neck to take a peek inside, seeing bits and pieces of what looked like a First-Aid kit and a shit load of Band-Aids.

With an expression too serious for the words that were said, "Do you want characters or other?" was directed at JK and I.

"Uhhh," Jungkook looked at me like I knew the answer, "Characters?" He sounded unsure.

Yoongi had adopted the persona of an exhausted elementary school nurse. Tucking his chin to rifle through his collection, "Animals or superheroes?" he sighed.

Jungkook chose superheroes.

Without looking at him, Yoongi began peeling open the packaging and carefully wrapped each of Jungkook's fingertips with a variety of Marvel themed Band-Aids. I don't think he'd own up to it but, I watched him realize that two of the same would be too close together. And how he shuffled back through the pile to find another one to take its place.

Once Jungkook was done, Yoongi gave him a slight shove.

"Beat it. You're not supposed to be around HER and especially not with ME." His voice was gruff but warm.

Jungkook panicked. A small and frustrated whine came out of him as he whipped his head to look at me and then Yoongi. Trying to decide if we'd really get in trouble or if Yoongs was only fucking with him.

"Love you." Flew out of his mouth and a kiss was pressed to my forehead before he scurried back inside to avoid getting caught.

Yoongi sat down in his place and with an expectant look, pulled one of my hands to rest on his thigh.

"You know, Jin's knocked out with that cold. The trouble twins are gone. Joon's probably stoned in his room and Hobes likely thinks that JK is still right where he left him. So you made him leave becaaauuusee..." And okay yeah, maybe I knew why he did but, being alone with Yoongi brought out an inner gremlin. One that acted independently, apparently.

The stare I got back in return was anticipated but still maddening. One hand hovered over the lunchbox but the other held my own on his leg with a stable pressure. I dunno why I always got so insistent, about trying to make him lose his cool. Well, probably because he made me lose mine with an impossible and infuriating ease.

Fuck that, I'll out-"knowingly" stare at him back then, I thought.

I caved in less than 10 seconds.

And sulked out, "cute ones", while he quietly laughed at my defeat.

As he wrapped a tiara'd Dalmatian puppy around my index finger, "It wouldn't be nice to make him watch this.", was grumbled out in a way that tickled my ear.

He was right.

I squirmed on the couch, both appreciating the attentive work he was doing and trying to escape the pressure building in my chest.

A small glimpse up at me, and then - "Do people really tell you it's gross?" was said with such concern, that I nearly flung myself off the front porch.

Instead of doing that, and with incredible self-restraint, I contemplated the amount of honesty needed in my answer. Yeah, all the fuckin' time? Or maybe that was too aggressive. Yeah, a lot. Ok maybe that would be too abrupt? Is being abrupt bad? I dunno, isn't it gross? I thought people thought it was?

The hand Yoongi wasn't working on floated up to my mouth habitually, but when I bit down - the wincing "ah", didn't come from me.

Because Yoongi had stuck his finger in my mouth as a replacement.

And I gotta tell ya, it was a weird way to realize something about myself.

Luckily, Yoongi and I were known for our emotional communication skills.

Unluckily, we were not known for those skills being good.

"You're like a baby shark. Haven't developed the ability to think thoughts yet." Yoongi smirked with a click of his tongue.

Dumbass, I thought, don't insult someone while your finger's in their mouth.

He realized his mistake as I bit down a bit harder. A pink glow flushed his face and a rush of excitement relieved the pressure I'd been struggling to breathe through.

In an effort to look unbothered, Yoongi rummaged in the lunchbox with his free hand. But left the other between my teeth.

A lick flicked against his fingertip, and there was a stutter in his movements.

Hmm.

Fuck it.

With the encouragement of my tongue, his finger slipped further inside my mouth - lips closed around it. It was, a practice of sorts. Reminiscent of another kind of oral activity, I dunno, maybe you'll know what I'm talking about.

Not getting lost in it took concentrated intention though and at first, Yoongi's lack of response and complete silence helped provide that.

At least, until I heard his breathing get heavier, and watched him bite his lip as he pushed another finger in. One that I accepted way too eagerly.

The shuddering "hah" that he let out after I licked between the two gave an adrenaline rush. I grabbed ahold of his wrist with both hands.

He let me get into the moment, until the pleasure I was feeling took audible form. Then he wrapped my hair around his other hand once before giving it a firm tug back.

I should've been more embarrassed, that what I'd done had made me salivate that much, but the barely restrained want in his dark eyes erased it.

"Yeah, people say it's gross." A small bubble of spit inflated and burst at the word, 'people'. I didn't try to wipe it away like I did before. Yoongi licked his lips before biting the bottom one, transfixed on the wetness of my own.

With a sudden yank of my other hand, Yoongi redirected his focus and scoffed, "You are such an ass." under his breath.

I wish I hated how proud of myself I felt.

"We're two for two there Yoongs." I sighed.

And then it was quiet for a moment, Yoongi shoved the empty packaging into the front pocket of his hoodie and it made little crinkly noises as he worked. Once my other hand was done, Yoongi held it for a second and we looked at each other.

"Thank...you..." I struggled to get the words out, voice soft and tapering off into nearly non-existence.

One heartbeat.

"Eh," Yoongi shrugged, "It isn't gross."

One motion.

My hand was dropped and another shot out to wrap around my throat. Squeezing just enough to make me go limp but still able to hear him.

In a calm, nurturing voice he whispered - "I'll fix them up anytime you need. But don't fuck with me like that again princess.".

At first, part of me wanted to nod along in hopes of praise. But what he'd said during his first show, that he "imagined me giving orders". That I was a "fake princess" - came back to me.

I straddled his lap with a hand around his neck on impulse and couldn't swallow the pride needed to back down. In a teasing hiss, I whispered into an ear - "Excuse me, sir, and thank you for the help. But I'll fuck with you whenever I feel like it.".

Yoongi had never looked that bashful in the entire time I'd known him and I would've gloated about it if he hadn't rolled us over so that he was on top of me.

"Wahh Yoongs! You're fuckin' it up!" I spluttered into my hair as he smoothed it down over my face. My legs were trapped between his own. The width of his shoulders caged my upper body against the couch.

Fake a knee to the nuts.

A tiny bit of room.

Both of my arms shot out to tousle his hair too.

"Yaahhh! Cut it out!" Was whined out at me in a voice that made me giggle.

We realized that we both had ticklish sides at the same moment. Our offensive stance of messing up hair paused and we huffed at each other. Trying hopelessly to hide what was going through our minds.

Simultaneously, jabbing hands reached for sensitive places and turned offense into a reflex-dependent defense.

Yoongi took advantage of his position, bringing one knee up along the side of my thigh onto the couch and sitting down on my lap - trapping me and one of my key weapons (a hand) underneath him. My fingers strained to smack at his (surprising) bubble butt, but succeeded only at kind of tapping against it.

No reaction.

And once my other wrist was pinned down against the couch, Yoongi relentlessly went after my sides with his free one. I was laughing so hard my inhales sounded like a donkey braying and the guffaws came out in shrieks. "Overall Winner: Yoongi" smiled down at me and sarcastic little comments like, "ooh, she's quick!" were chuckled out as he continued.

After an unexpectedly loud yell, an ominous "heeheeheeheeheeheehee" (Jin's windshield wiper laugh: witch mode) drifted up from the ground beneath us.

I was released instantaneously with a baffled "what the hell" from Yoongs. The disembodied voice had gone back to radio silence, and we scrambled around the front porch - searching for any place Jin could be hiding.

"Aight man what the hell, if you're out here then that shit's just -"

"HEY! Stob it!" Jin's stuffy nosed voice rang out clear as a bell. It was coming from the couch.

We flung off the cushions before laying flat on the ground, blindly swinging our arms with a string of "ew, ew, ew, ew, ew"'s. My fingers grazed something plastic and I pulled out my cobweb and dirt covered arm triumphant.

It was a fuckin' baby monitor.

"Remember that line Jin? When we first lived together? And how it was always super sick that we NEVER CROSSED IT?" Yoongi snatched the monitor away to unleash his righteous frustration.

He paced as he ranted while I fiddled with the Band-Aids wrapped around my fingers. Adding on, "House members consenting to such HARSH BANISHMENT should be AWARE of their PRIVACY being INFRINGED UPON!" .

Jungkook's voice came through next, "Guys seriously. Jin's sick, stop it." - and I bet all of my belongings that there was a shit-eating grin on his face as he said it.

"Yeahhh you know? Even though I'm dying I still risk my looks to watch out for you two! So stob it!" Jin and JK were both starting to giggle.

In unison, "S-T-O-P!....I-T!!" rattled through the baby monitor before the other two dissolved into a fit of laughter.

Click.

Yoongi slid the power button off. Snapped the back piece of the monitor to separate it and removed the batteries. I stared at him, amused.

"I think just turning it off would've sufficed?".

"You dunno Nin that well yet then." Yoongi huffed. Slipping the batteries into his jeans front pocket and the monitor in his lunchbox, he finished by stuffing the Band-Aid wrappers from his hoodie on top of it. It clanged as it shut.

Going against all natural instincts, I didn't argue. And reached into the bag of lollipops instead, fishing for the perfect flavor. A distant and elongated "YAH" was hollered out from upstairs, it seemed Jin had realized we were no longer listening.

I looked over to Yoongi, the apparent holder of all Jin knowledge.

"We've gotta 'bout a minute forty-five until he's here," His eyes went to the bag my hand was in, "Gimme my favorite one.".

He didn't have to tell me what it was.

Twirling the blue raspberry and green apple sticks in my hand, I knew it was childish but I hmph'd it out anyways - "How come you always get your favorite.".

Yoongi hesitated before taking the candy from me, something we knew but couldn't say behind his eyes.

Then he plucked the lollipop between two fingers and shoved its wrapper in the pocket he'd just emptied.

"Don't you know?" He grinned and plopped back onto the couch, "I've been a Such a good boy.".

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