#bts scenerio
Text
Final Fireflies || 1
Pair: Hoseok X Reader
Type: Fluff, Eventual angst (maybe), Eventual smut
Genre: Apocalypse au/supernatural au, strangers to friends to lovers
Contains: It’s just pretty sad all around, heart wrenching stuff, a puppy because that needs its own tag, a bit of awkward interaction, implied death/s, loneliness, mourning
Word count: 4.2k+
The bag on your aching shoulders never got any lighter. The past six months, the world has only become more and more empty and it was only a matter of time before everything completely disappeared into thin air. It was more than just rare to see another being roaming the streets just like you. If you were to see another person, they were either aggressive or they had completely gone mad. The only things left were infrastructural things like rubble and boulders that covered the once maintained pavements and streets. You’d been so tired recently and even after all of these months, you’re still scared you’ll be the next to suddenly disappear.
The only thing that constantly came to mind was to try to survive. You had everything you needed except for the comfort of someone else. It was true, humans need interaction and without it, you could feel your sanity slipping between your fingers. Every sound made you jump and you could barely sleep when you were on guard all the time. You had become used to the silence so much that your ears became sensitive to anything; you were just desperate to finally talk to someone and not just fight with voices you thought you heard. There were so many times that you felt like giving up but every once in a while, you’d be graced with a glimpse of hope.
You remember the day you had found a puppy while scavenging at a place you knew no one would probably go to. An animal hospital. The poor thing sat at a vet table, shivering and skinny to its bones. His hair was shaggy and brown, understandably untamed. With the world eerie and the weather only recently starting to become warmer, he made small sounds as if he was losing hope himself. You jumped at the opportunity to place you bag down gently as to not startle him. Stepping back a bit, you opened a can of dog food and placed it down on the floor, stepping back.
The puppy sniffed the air, dropping down from the worn out table and diving straight in the food when he deemed it safe enough. You crept closer and went as slow as you could to place your hand on his head and give him a pet. And maybe he was too distracted with food to notice or maybe he missed affection just as much as you did but he twitched just a bit before he let you pet him. When he was done with his food. He rolled on his back and let you rub his tummy. It was ever since that day that you considered him a close friend.
Today, to avoid any harm to him, you left the building you were camping in to look for more supplies. You had no idea how to take care of pets but you assumed not all the things you could eat, he could.
In cash registers you constantly found money but never took it. It wasn’t useful anyways and you weren’t sure it would ever be used later anyways. The pharmacy you were in had things you never knew you’d use before. You got things and rationalized them as ‘this could be useful if I use it for this instead’. You had to find things before they expired or disappeared like everything else had. There was nothing that could explain it.
This was no zombie apocalypse like every cliché. You couldn’t figure out what it was but all you knew was it wasn’t contagious but it went to people, objects, animals, anything it could get it’s hands(?) on. It made sense why you were so happy when you finally got to keep the puppy. Once you finally found your way back, you eat canned fruit and drink water until you feel somewhat full. When you feel particularly lonely, you pat your puppy’s head and smile when he responds back with a muzzle against your hand. The licks he gives are a bit gross but are appreciated nonetheless. The only thing you continue to ignore and neglect is naming him. You knew that naming him would hurt you too much so you kept those thoughts to yourself.
You often wondered why you had to be the one to survive compared to the people around you. Days passed as you watched others close to you, wither away and fall. You dedicated the first three months to shed tears for all of them.
“It’s a good thing I have you, hm?” You scratch under the dog’s chin and smile down at him. His never wavering energy always warmed your heart when you felt tears start to gather in your eyes from too much thinking. “We’re moving tomorrow so get good rest, okay buddy?” You pat his head, your fingers stroking his ears the way you know he likes it. It was sad when you looked at his right ear to see that it would forever be wilted. Whenever the little guy was happy or on alert, only one would perk up and it would make him look more curious than anything. You were just grateful that he could hear at all.
You started to set you bed up, getting your mind off the topic as you busied with spoiling yourself. You fluffed pillows and gathered them on a loose mattress you had found in the building. You rolled up your sleeping bag that you had found two months ago, to pack later when you woke up tomorrow. Blankets were gathered around to make it seem more comfy and capsule you and the puppy like a big hug. When you finally lay down, you decide that all the work was worth it. He crawls up to your head, running into a ball and getting hair all over your pillow. Even if he doesn’t need it, you place a tiny baby blanket on him that fits him perfectly.
When you lay down and hear the soft snores of the puppy, your mind went back to how quick everyone disappeared. You always had that looming feeling that every woke you used to know was looking over you. When you think of it, it made you feel less lonely. That day, you don’t get a lot of sleep even with your warm surroundings or how exhausted you felt. You lazed around and once it was the next day, you barely got a wink and as a result, felt drowsy. Having experienced this feeling before, you take a deep breath and push the feeling away as a temporary fix. You needed to think about moving on and finding a better base, closer to more supplies. You gathered your things and pat your puppy on its head before making your way down an empty highway. You notice greenery growing in cracks of the floor and the sun peaking from trees. The air feels humid which can only make you think it’s getting closer to spring. You don’t keep track of holidays but it’s with certain signs that you can tell what times and seasons it may be.
“Ma’am!” You heat in the distance. You immediately stop in your tracks and crouch behind an abandoned car. Then, you press your finger to your lips as if the puppy would understand what it means.
You have to keep your guard up. No matter how much you craved the social interaction of another person, you had to make sure this person wasn’t some psycho.
“I don’t…I come in peace?” The man says it like he’s lost all function of interacting with anything. As if you’re an alien. His confusion has a laugh falling from your lips. The puppy looks back at you, seemingly judging you for making noise.
“How do I know that I can trust you?” You shout. You can feel yourself shaking now, not sure if it’s fear or anticipation.
“How do I know that I can trust you?” He echos back, placing emphasis on the ‘you’ that has you biting your lip. He’s right. Maybe you should just go out and risk it.
The dog rushes out before you can set your mind on going out to see the stranger.
“No-wait!” Your mind goes blank, and you lunged out to the dog.
It’s when you noticed the stranger was closer than you thought. You tumbled onto him, the puppy right next to the both of you, tongue hanging out of his mouth. The despicable thing.
“Augh…” You heard the man groan from beneath you. You feel your chest rumble against his at the sound of his voice.
You scramble at the chance to get off of him after your shock. “Are you alright?” You asked.
When you get a hold of yourself, you finally look at the man and stop in your tracks. Never would you have thought that you would ever be able to see such a handsome man, especially during an apocalypse. It’s as if your mind separated from the rest of you because you can’t help but be speechless as you look at the rest of him. Your sight drags down his body, wincing at his scraped elbows from the fall on the rubble. The pebbles stick to his arms and you can only hope it doesn’t hurt too much.
You offer a hand and he grabs it, getting up with your help. Then he dusts off the things that stick to him, including lose dirt that emerged from the cracks he- well the both of you fell on. It’s a bit odd to be standing in the middle of the street but it didn’t matter anymore when no cars were driving in the once busy roads. When you looked at the man, you felt a wave of awkwardness. Should you voice the thoughts in your head? Should you do what you want without expecting consequences? How would you interact him without seeming weird?
While your mind is rushing with questions, he goes for the first piece of a proper conversation. “I’m Hoseok.”
And you reply with your name, a bit too low for your liking but he doesn’t seem to mind. “I know this a bit of a…weird question but can I hug you? I know we just met but I haven’t seen another person in a couple of months and I-“ He takes a deep breath, “I don’t want you to think I’m some type of weirdo.” He rubs the back of his neck, obviously bashful.
You open your arms and he lets out a sigh of relief before going for it. The only thing that makes it awkward is just how quiet it is but you chose to ignore it. He embraces you like he hadn’t seen you in years. He mumbles an apology before burying his face in your neck and soaking in your warmth. You don’t mind his affection. He smells of freshly made fires and apples, you note.
When you finally part, you look him in his eyes and he looks in yours. It’s only when your puppy barks that it breaks you out of your trance. He chuckled and crouches down. “Who’s this little guy?”
When you continue your traveling, you chose to ignore his question. Instead, you go to other topics; Things that have been in your mind for a while. Questions like, ‘How are you feeling?’, ‘Where have you been?’, ‘Have you met anyone else?’, ‘How have you been fighting?’.
He gives you his story. He only started noticing the disappearances when one of his friends, Taehyung, hadn’t answered his calls or texts after going on a vacation to Canada. Then his neighbors disappeared, one by one, starting with the oldest and working it’s way to the younger people. You note the pain on his face as he describes every one of them and can tell that he knew them all well. The young couple down the street with a three year old was gone just like that, with no mercy. He couldn’t bring himself to go to their place after he heard about their mysterious disappearance. He mentions that he can only hope that they left happily.
He shrugs and goes on about how he only knows one person and that’s another one of his friends, Jimin. He’s a couple of a walk from where you both are. The reason why he isn’t with him now is because he hurt his leg and Hoseok is looking for some medical supplies to help him out. He can only hope that nothing has happened to him while he’s been gone. You can tell that just thought has him shaken up. Then he tells you about life before the apocalypse. He worked as a nurse and a background dancer on the side. If was quite the life to juggle. Your face scrunches when he mentions an obsessive ex girlfriend.
“I’m not sure what I was thinking when I got together with her in the first place. I mean, yeah, she was pretty but that was it.” He sighed. “After a while, I just got numb to it all.”
You know he’s referring to the disappearances now and you agree with a nod. It must’ve been an hour since you’ve both started to walk back to his place ever since you found the supplies you needed. He’s holding your puppy in his arms and although his dancer/nurse legs can deal with this amount of walking at once, yours cannot. You know he’s noticed when he offered to hold your bag and take a break but you rejected the idea, convinced you could make it and keep a strong face. But, there was only so long you could stand it before your legs felt like noodles and your thighs throbbed. Exhaustion embedded it’s self into your limbs and you felt yourself becoming lightheaded. Maybe you were pushing yourself a bit too hard. You stop and raise your hand but before you can press your palm to your forehead, Hoseok does instead.
“You okay?” He asks. You give him a weary smile and he reassures you with one back. “Let’s sit down for a bit. A nap, maybe.”
He places the dog down and points at a bench nearby. Once you finally sit down, your whole body hums with glee. You can still feel your feet ache though.
“Lay you legs on me, I got you.” He says and you do as he says because maybe you do need a nice foot rest that isn’t more concrete and stone.
What you don’t expect is when he hesitantly takes off your shoes and thumbs his way to the knots in your feet. It hurts at first but with each flex of them, you note how they feel much better. His warmth is so comfortable that you find yourself falling asleep immediately.
He looks at you, head laying back on the wood arm rest of the bench, soft snores coming from you. He really takes time to see and appreciate all of your features. He can’t deny that you’re pretty. No. Stunning. His eyes meet the puppy’s significantly bigger ones. “I see why you’ve been with her. If I was any animal, I wouldn’t be able to come up with a reason to run away.” The puppy nuzzles his leg as if he’s agreeing with him and it warms his heart. He forces himself to believe the way his chest aches is just because he hasn’t seen the opposite sex in half a year. That must be it.
-
Once you finally wake up, the sun is high up in the sky. Hoseok carries your things this time, ignoring your protests no matter what you say. Instead, you’re on dog carrying duty. Although you don’t mind that completely, you feel a bit guilty for having him carry all of your things. He thinks it’s cute the way you stumble in your post-nap drowsiness and how even when you start to continue walking, you bump into him before immediately apologizing. He tried to hold back his laughter but can’t when it doesn’t happen just once. Its sun down by the time you both reach where you need to be.
Wooden boards patch up the windows and plaster fills in holes. When he opens the door to the building, it creeks and has you cringing, your teeth pressing together as you wince. The outside looked a bit shabby but when you made your way inside, you could tell how homely they made it. They placed a lot of care into it even if they weren’t the best at fg things. Blankets covered the floor like a makeshift carpet which you took your worn shoes off and wiggled your toes in the fluffiness. As you skip about in the room you notice a man sitting near a fire. His fluffy hair flopped when he turned to look at you, eyes wide and full of curiosity.
“I…oh.” He says, turning to look at Hoseok.
It confuses you but you choose to ignore it. You’ve chosen to ignore the things you can’t understand ever since the apocalypse started.
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” You reach out and offer your hand to him to which he firmly shakes, bringing his attention back to you.
“Hey, I’m Jimin. I’m sure that if Hoseok and you had met before all this, he would’ve told me a lot about y-ow.” He whines when Hoseok punches his arm. He rubs the sore spot, giving his friend a look. “I hope he wasn’t too annoying on your way here.”
“Show me your leg.” He sits down on the pillows that Jimin is resting on and you think it looks cute. “You can check out the rooms if you want.” He says when he turns to look at you, a warm smile on his face. While your puppy stays by the fire and close to Hoseok, you take him up on his offer and walk through the rooms. There’s a bathroom that consists of a toilet, a stick of porcelain that might explain where the sink was, some wood in a pit, a pot, a tub full of crystal clear water, and a drain. A sign on the closed toilet lid says in permanent marker ‘Do Not Use’. Of course, plumbing probably doesn’t work so using a toilet like you used to is probably a no go. There’s just rolls of toilet paper in a nearby cupboard where you assume you can take one to just do your business in the nearby woods. Although you’re curious what exactly happened to the sink since it hasn’t disappeared so you head back to the main room where you catch Hoseok focusing. He’s so invested in what he’s doing that he doesn’t notice you starting to approach him.
He’s wrapping Jimin’s leg of which you caught a glimpse of beforehand. It was a nasty cut but you don’t doubt with Hoseok’s experience to become a nurse so young, Jimin will be alright. Instead of complaining about the pain he’s obviously in, you can see that he trusts his friend with helping him. The sight of such a close friendship has you smiling along. When you finally get your answer, the sun is starting to set and you hear your stomach start to grumble in the midst of a conversation. When you all eat, Hoseok lights up the eerie atmosphere with a bunch of cheesy jokes. You can’t help but notice how much you grin when he’s around. Like a yawn, his smile is contagious.
-
“So, what did you name him?” He asks one day. You’re laying your head on a pillow, a book you never thought you’d ever read in your hands. Your puppy lays on your stomach, a bit more heavier than he was a month ago. To think that’s how long it’s been since you’ve met Hoseok and Jimin. Lately, Jimin has been up and around the house, happy that he could walk around for a bit. His leg is almost healed but every once in a while, you can hear Hoseok a little nervous he might hurt himself by tripping over something. You try to reassure that it won’t happen by distracting him with deep conversations. You get to know the two of them and your puppy starts to get comfortable with Jimin, not like how he was immediately close to Hoseok. You think the reason why your puppy likes him a lot more now is because he’s the one feeding him. Just the way he runs up to the bowl after he hears the sound of shaking dog food has a smile perking up on Jimin’s face.
You glance away from the book to look at him for a brief moment before looking back at the pages and replying with, “I didn’t. I don’t wanna get attached.”
“But…” Hoseok nibbles at his lip, “Don’t you think he deserves a name? He was keeping you company before Jimin and I came along.” He pouts.
When you turn to look at him again, your heart softens. Still, you have to hold yourself back from giving in to his expression. Who made this man so adorable? “We’re not naming him, Hobi. I don’t feel like balling my eyes out about 9 years from now if we last that long. I know how much a softie Jimin is-“
“Hey!” You hear the youngest yell from another room, obviously listening in on your conversation whilst petting the animal in question.
You laugh a bit, flip a page, showing you are done with this conversation once again. Hoseok, however, is determined. One day while you’re cooking over a fire, you cut some vegetables you grew yourself, quite proud of your green thumb.
“What are we having today?” Hoseok pops up from behind you. His arms wrap around you but you can’t blame him. He’s told you that he’s always been a touchy guy but it’s become even more ever since the apocalypse. You don’t mind his hugs either but you might think that he’s giving you the wrong idea if he’s so cuddly. His body is so close to you and you can feel your backed up feelings and urges resurfacing.
“Just some fried rice. It’s unfortunate we don’t really have any meat except for canned spam-“ You brighten up, “Not a bad idea actually.” When you attempt to move to the side for the stock of canned foods, its like Hoseok won’t let go of you or even let you move from your spot. You can sense that something may be wrong. “What’s up Hobi?”
“Nothing, really.” He shakes his head and with one last squeeze, he lets go of you completely. The motion confuses you but concerns you even more.
By the time you’re done with the food, Hoseok is attempting to teach the puppy a few tricks. You set plastic plates on the dining table you all had found a few days ago. Fortunately, some fair looking chairs were also there.
“Get it while it’s hot.” You announce, raising a brow.
Jimin hasn’t been back for most of the day, leg perfectly fine now. He went to look for more things just in case.
When Hoseok comes up and sits beside you, his bright smile is not there like always. You might have some idea of what he’s so sad about but you don’t want to assume just yet. You wait for him to take a bite with his crude fork and once he does, his eyes light up.
“It’s…really good.” He compliments. “Sorry I’ve been weird today…I’m just worried about Jimin. He wants to go outside by himself for a bit but what-what if he disappears and we have no idea for days? What if he gets hurt by meeting the wrong people or seeing the wrong animal? What if he’s in pain for his final moments?” You note the way he spills his guts to you. He’s telling you his fears either because he trusts you or because there’s a limited amount of people he can talk to. No matter what the reason is, you lend your ear to him because you have this want to have him trust you. Anyone would want their friend to be better than okay but you can tell that the way you feel, exceeds what ‘just a friend’ would feel. You often wonder how you’ve held back from saying anything off for so long or something out of character. When you lay your hand on his shoulder as a type of comfort, he puts his hand right on yours with no problems. You wonder if he’s ever felt like that about you, this whole time you’ve been together. However, now is not the time to ask or even think about it. You have to keep your mind on the topic, which is Jimin. You take bite of your food and although it’s alright, it’s better than the canned fruits you’ve been eating for weeks. You take a look at Hoseok; really look at him.
“Even though he was hurt for a while, I think he’ll be alright. I mean, he’s been this long without any other injuries, right? He follows your advice for the most part.” With a squeeze, you continue, “And you can always tell him you feel this way.”
After careful consideration, you see him nod and he follows it with a smile, “Thanks. I can always count on you for stuff like this.”
15 notes
·
View notes
Text
Deep | 06
✧ Pairing:Min Yoongi x reader
✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract
✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content
✧ synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees.
✧ word count: 9.2k+
a/n: I will be opening a taglist for the next chapter, if you want to be added please comment under the index page :)
prev | index | next
Your legs were trembling, gripping the pillow as he had you pressed against the mattress but his palm pressing down on your lower back which had you arching your ass for him. "yoongi, I don't like this" you whine but he ignores you leaving butterfly kisses on your back his hand caressing your ass before landing another blow on your red butt cheek. "fucking asshole" you cry out.
"you're not following the words in your little book sweetheart" picking up the book he shoves it in your view point. "see, now be a good girl and read your line"
"I'm sorry okay, next time you ask to go out I will" you let out a cry when another slap lands on your already hot red cheek "wrong again"
"yoongi I'm serious if you hit me again I'm gonna kick your ass" the smirk on his lips disappear, he lets go of your skirt, causing you to hiss as the fabric touched your bum. once he released the pressure from your lower back you quickly laid on your back, hands on your ass as you glare at him "bitch, that hurt"
"I mean I was hitting you for my own pleasure but obviously it was meant to hurt moron, next time I tell you to go somewhere with me, are you gonna choose your books over me?" you shake your head, not wanting to give him another reason to spank you like a spoiled brat. "you exaggerate" he groans, pulling you onto your side as he palms your ass "its not even that red" he begins to rub your bum as you had been doing "fuck you, let me hit you like you did to me"
laughing he begins to shake his head "if someones gonna be getting spanked it's you, not me. and stop acting like you didn't like it" he pushes aside the cloth of your underwear and rubs your clit "look how fucking wet you are" before you could protest he enters his two long slender fingers into you, the sudden action made you release a moan. a few thrusts of his fingers made that feeling in your stomach more vivid. your shaky voice releases a whine when he pulls out his fingers, hooking them around the hem of your underwear pulling them down.
"can't leave you like this now can I, I wouldn't be a good boyfriend would I" he dips his head kissing your clit, your hitched breath and trembling legs makes him smirk before he starts sucking on your clit. gripping his black locks you let out a chuckle "but you aren't my boyfriend remember" like always there was no reaction from him, but for some reason he hated your comment as his lips trail down to your hole thrusting with his tongue slowly. his fingers move to your clit, causing you to arch your back keeping his pace he doesn't stop no matter your pleads and cries.
you hated how he always won the arguments, bitting down on your lips to not scream his name and fill his ego even more. gripping his hair harder as his locks were tangled in your fingers caused him to moan into your dripping pussy. "fuck hold on I-" but he only fastens his pace when he feels your pussy tightening around his fingers and you feel yourself cumming, yoongi doesn't feel satisfied till he hears your whimpers of the overstimulation caused by him licking your cum.
exhausted you lay on your back, not able to fight with him. you let him have his way with you once more, only sitting up with a smug look as if he was expressing he had control over you. and he wasn't wrong but he wasn't going to hear it from you.
"now tell me y/n, whats better reading your books or having me fuck you with my tongue until your toes curl in pleasure hmm"he mocks a line from the book, holding the hard cover book in his hand and a raised brow as he towers over you "hmm" you take in a deep breath "i don't know, the male lead doesn't keep his girlfriend waiting for weeks to have sex" you roll your eyes.
"you think you deserve to have my cock right now" he scoffs, I've been texting you all morning but you don't answer cause your phone is dead and your heads stuck in these books" he's right, I should at least charge my phone....but I lost track of time.
"I didn't think you'd be up, you went out with jimin and tae last night who knows what you were doing" pushing him away you get off the bed, your nose scrunches at the wet feeling between your legs. the wetness dripping down your legs. "you know we have a rule of not being allowed to see anyone else" he groans, tossing the book onto the bed as he sits on the edge, watching you grab some tissues from the night stand
"wipe your chin" you give him some, before grabbing some for yourself to clean your thighs "rules don't matter when the other person isn't watching" your words caught him off guard, didn't matter? he thought. "will you look at this... you'd expect me to say something like that" he scoffs
"and you know what I've been thinking about it, I don't like certain rules"
"well we sealed it with a kiss already so no adding or taking out" he shrugs
"oh really, didn't you add a rule a couple days ago, what was it? we will never have drunk sex?" you cross your arms
"shit.." you thought he was slow, but the way he leaped off the bed and his hand gripped your jaw pulling you into a kiss as if to seal the last rule into the contract, but failed as your reaction was quick and you blocked it. "y/n, i'm serious"
"oh lighten up, I wasn't saying I don't agree cause I do" you give him a cheeky smile as he lets out a scoff, "what rule, do you want to add"
"none, I was just saying..."
just like he always has, his eyes scan your face trying to understand what you really wanted to tell him. but recently it's as if he lost his touch he can't seem to read you and it was bothering him. it was as if he didn't know you anymore...
"whatever, i'm still pissed at you" he lets go of your jaw, jokingly pushing you away "I wanted to go out and you made me waste time"
"hey, you came in here and saw I was reading and just started spanking me!"
"it's your fault, the skirt was ridding up your ass, shit i couldn't help myself" he shrugs
your heart was in a twisted feeling, you wanted this. you wanted him to be infatuated with you but at what cost? your friendship? it kept you from enjoying this completely, the grim feeling took over all of it. that was another reason you turned off your phone and expected him to just sleep in today.
"whats wrong?"
"nothing.. what did you want to go do?" you give him a small smile. "I told the guys, that we're dating "
"taehyung he was-" annoyed he shakes his head "forget it, they asked to hang out. I told them you weren't answering and that I was gonna check on you and never got back to them" grabbing his phone from the night stand he opens it to find messages from his so called friends being extremely descriptive about how he was probably not answering cause he ended up banging his girlfriend.
they weren't off, but they weren't right either.
"lets just not go, for your own sake"
your mind thought back to how he was so opened with having those girls all over him in parties with his friends that it made you question why he couldn't show you off too.
you're annoying
"lay down" you push on his chest. "why"
"you planning to not give your little situation down there the attention it needs?" you look down at his very visible boner "you don't have to, just leave it"
"but I want to" you whine, pouting your lips. "fuck..." not fighting with you anymore he lets you push him onto the bed, fingers already hooked on hem of his sweatpants and brief "can I ?"
"babe, you don't have to ask. Do what ever you want" he didn't mean that, your mind was anything but quiet. you should be enjoying this but all you could think about was..what ever it doesn't matter you tell yourself. taking of his sweatpants and briefs as he lifts his hips helping you, his cock springs up, pre-cum already glistening his tip.
"you think you can do it" he smirks
"you think I can't?"
"well last ti-" cutting him off by trailing your tongue up his shaft, diving back in, sucking in a deep breath he groans at the sudden touch. detaching my lips with a loud pop. A wet string connecting my lips to his red glistening tip "I had a good teacher"
spitting on his tip before taking him into your mouth once more. you suck on him , not taking him fully but making sure the rest of his cock is getting the attention it needs in your hand. he lets out a chuckle, finding you cute at your attempt of boldness but you weren't anywhere close to being the perfect student you claimed to be. on the other hand you had no idea why he was laughing and it caused you to be self conscious wondering if you weren't doing it right.
gripping his thighs with both your hands as you try to take in as much of his as you possibly could. you're eyes begin to water as you feel him reaching the back of your throat. and he wasn't laughing anymore, his hand was gripping your hair tightly in his fist as you were lowering yourself on him. he moans quietly his voice causing you to get wet once more. "fuck..look at you taking my whole cock in that pretty little mouth of yours" he groans as he thrusts into your mouth, catching you off guard you pull back causing you to cough, but he didn't care. all he could see was how fucked up you looked after having his cock in your mouth the saliva dripping down to your chin.
he groans, feeling his dick twitch "babe, please don't stop now" that was your cue to take him into your mouth again, this time you waste no time and take in his entire length remembering to breath though your nose. "fuck.." you could feel him almost buckle his hips at the sensation. you begin to swallow, tightening your throat around him, the room is filled with the lewd sounds you're making and yoongi moaning your name as he grips your hair.
thrusting his hips into your mouth, you let him fuck your mouth. looking at him through your lashes as you squeeze your legs together to relief some tension between your legs, it doesn't go unnoticed by him, his breath fastens as he tries to not pull his dick out your mouth and shove it inside you doing everything he promised as he'd fuck you raw and fill you up to the brim. just the thought of it made him even more sensitive having your mouth tighten around him "fuck, babe hold on..stop" he growls as you ignore him but stare directly at him sucking harder on his cock. "shit" he slightly pushes you away from him.
you sit back, staring at him confused. "did I do something wrong?"
he breathes out as he tries to control his breathing, "come here" his raspy voice makes your legs twitch as his hooded eyes stare down at you "wha-"
"do you want to have sex or not" he raises a brow, clearly impatient but he won't force you if you didn't want to, even though you were just giving him head maybe you might not be ready to move on.
standing up slowly you undress. he takes it as if you agreed and hooks his arm around your naked waist, roughly in one swift move he has you laying on the bed. your back hitting your soft sheets. if he could, he'd put you on all fours and pound into you from behind, but he held back.
not yet
spreading your legs, he takes his place between them. seeing how wet you were from just having him in your mouth "you're dripping" he comments as he drawls his finger across your heat.
"you ready?" he presses the tip of his cock on your heat, rubbing a mix of your cum and arousal around your entrance. you nod, already impatient to feel him inside you. closing his eyes he lets out a frustrated sigh "fuck" he sits back, looking at you annoyingly
"I didn't bring any condoms" he curses at himself, sitting up you straddle him. sitting on his lap as you squeeze his dick between the both of you
"thats fine we ca-"
"no, I'm not fucking you raw. cause you're not on the pills" he groans when he feels your hand gripping his length and your thumb pressed against his tip "then what do we do" you whisper, pecking his lips with small kisses which were not helping him stay sane.
"fuck, lay on your side" he gently pushes you off his lap onto the bed, you lay on your side. your heart is slamming against your chest when he grips your leg, cock pressed against your heat as your thighs squeeze him. "are you sure you don't have any condoms with you"
"I really don't, I wasn't coming over to have sex with you. and I just realized I don't have any at home either" what you didn't know is that ever since you started acting up he stopped hooking up with people, especially her. He didn't have any condoms cause he wasn't in need of them. but he wasn't going to tell you that, even when he saw the bitter look on your face when he told you that he had none at all.
"you've been busy" he could hear the sarcasm in your voice, watching you roll your eyes at him and bite your inner cheek, only showing him how annoyed you are.
"babe, do you wanna continue or do you want to argue about this" he raises his brow, annoyed with your bratty behavior. but you just wished he'd deny it and tell you that he just hasn't had the need for them since he started dating you. but he didn't, he just had a dissatisfied look on his face with a hint of annoyance since you were ruining the fun.
"I hate you" you snare at him. you really didn't but at this moment you did. and he understood what you meant. "but you just love having my cock pounding into your lying little mouth"
"shut the fuck up, you know you love my mouth wrapped aroun-" lifting your thighs up as he presses them again his chest, laid over his shoulder he thrusts his cock against your pussy as it slides between your thighs "shut the fuck up already" he groans, his dick throbbing.
"fuck you" gripping his shirt you pull him down, lips slamming against each other, devouring each others lips as his lower stomach slams into the back of your thighs sliding his dick at a faster pace.
neither of you break the kiss even when your body was begging you for air, arms wrapped around his neck, moaning into his mouth as your tongues twist. his free hand fondling your breast before giving your nipples a pinch which gave you both a opening to get some air as you gasped.
his intrusive thoughts were getting to him when the tip of his cock was pressed against your entrance. he was drunk on adrenaline, he was ready to just thrust into you and fuck you senseless. he could, he wanted to, he was going to "shit..take a deep breathe in" he bites down on his bottom lip has he aligns his tip to your entrance you completely unaware of whats about to happen.
*ding dong*
both of your bodies freeze, yoongi letting out a small "fuck" as he's pulled back to reality and continues to curse himself for what he was about to do. startled you look at him confused as to why someone was at the door.
"were you waiting for someone" his brows furrowed, shaking your head he groans letting go of your thighs as he moves back giving you space to get off the bed, picking up your close as you look for each piece but failing to find your underwear. you dress rather quickly but you both kept staring at each other wondering who was at the door. once your dressed but still feeling the discomfort between your legs as your pussy was dripping wet. he bites down on his bottom lip, giving your ass a slap as you pass in front of him to get to the mirror and check your appearance. you glare at him, shaking your head in disapproval while he just smirks.
standing up with his dick upright and proud he hugs you from behind, kissing your exposed neck gently "you better send them away and come right back" his hand snaking between your thighs as he rubs your clit "don't make me wait" he thought you were bold, not wearing a underwear under your mini skirt but he kept quiet.
you nod, leaving the room as you shut the door quietly. fixing your hair a bit before opening the door. your eyes widening, as you give a forceful smile.
*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*
your mom gives you a tight squeeze as he hugs you, "how have you been my cute little daughter" he laughs, bright smile on his face. you felt sort of guilty for what you were about to do before he arrived.
"i've been good" you kiss her cheek. she pulls away from the hug, "we knocked at yoongis apartment but he didn't come out"
"ah yes it's caus-" she hears another door close and to her surprise it's yoongi coming out of your room "I fixed it" he gives you a nod. automatically walks up to the both of you giving your mom a hug, "Oh, hello yoongi. what are you up to these days" she gives him a squeeze too. pinching his cheek causing him to laugh and giving her his gummy smile she adores. "nothing much, y/n bought new furniture and wanted me to set it up for her" he smiles "and dad?" he looks around, not having seen him when he scanned the room as he walked out.
"oh he's downstairs getting stuff out of the car, we brought you side dishes too. be a sweetheart and go help please" she stops pinching his cheek, giving her a nod he glances at you slightly before heading out.
"what furniture did you get"
"the one I sent you a photo of" you sheepishly smile. "what? that was about a month ago!" she was surprised you were just getting yoongi to set it up. in fact, he set it up for you the moment it got there cause you did not stop rambling about how excited you were to get it. you were surprised when you arrived home from a late class and saw your bedroom light on. since he had gotten home earlier than you and found the package outside your door. He took it as his mission for Friday night to finish it and have the luxury to sleep in cause if he didn't you would've had him up at the crack of dawn pestering him to set it up.
just outside your apartment was a angry yoongi who for all you would know probably has blue balls. his phone rings before he reaches the bottom level, picking it up without looking at the caller ID he rubs his forehead irritated. "what"
"where are you?"
taehyung, of course
"we aren't coming" pushing the door open he looks around to where your dad was parked "why not? come on y'all can bang some other time" he whines
"shut up dipshit, her parents came over"
"liar" y/n's dad waves over at him, lifting his arm to let him know he saw him as he walks towards the car. "shut up"
"how have you been" yoongi speaks up quickly
"tired, she made me drive over here to basically feed you guys" he sighs
"it's taehyung" yoongi stretches his arm towards your dad and he laughs. taking the phone he moves to the side giving yoongi a chance to get some items from the trunk "why are you annoying him so much" your dad lectures taehyung in a playful matter.
"yeah why not" turning to yoongi he has a huge grin on his face " there's enough food, how many of you are there? five?"
yoongi's head snaps up right away and he begins to shake his head "no don't do that" taking the phone from his hand "taehyung if you guys show up, i'll kill you" he hangs up the call after the sudden threat.
your dad can't help but laugh at him.
If they come over they'll never leave.
"how's it going with school" the trunk closes and the two begin to walk towards the building. "good, we're both set to graduate in spring"
your dad was proud, of both of you. there was a father, son connection he had with yoongi after seeing him grow up and all the time he spent in your house. Yoongi not having a great relationship with his father also was a big factor as to why your dad had to teach him everything. but he never complained, since your parents only had you. keeping yoongi around filled the urge of wanting a son.
*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*
You both didn't have another "intimate" encounter after that for about two weeks. It would be a lie if I said I didn't want him and me to rush into it and just have sex but there was something blissful of how we could still be friends but there was a hint of affection in everything we did. I think i'm just delusional. Midterms were around the corner and you had no time to be obsessing over yoongi when you were close to failing your midterms.
you were bothering yoongi to spend time with you all week but he said he was busy. then again in the weekend he said he wouldn't have time, but he canceled last minute. yoongi being who he is, decided he'll keep an eye on you; forcing you to study in his apartment instead of yours. "if I let you stay there, you'll give up and pick up one of your books and waste the entire day reading" he scoffs, already annoyed by you trying to convince him that studying on your own would be the best idea; which you weren't lying. being in his apartment made you want to do anything but study.
sitting on the living room floor with all the books and notes spread on the table with your laptop on your lap, yoongi across from you with his glasses you studied his face instead of the paper in front of you. you thought how the glasses should make him look like a nerd but he was still handsome, glasses or not he had that appearance which could make him stand out in the crowd.
his fair, but almost pale white skin made his golden brown eyes stand out. the big frame of glasses he was wearing didn't cover how deep and expressive his eyes were to the point you could get lost if you stared long enough. your eyes drift from his face to the paper but he was still wandering in your mind, keeping you from concentrating.
you wondered if someone else ever thought so deeply about his eyes as you had just done. the girl from the club and the party. the one he has no ties to but they seem to be exclusive came to mind. did she ever stare into his eyes and realized he wasn't all that special but he was definitely unique.
"you're distracted aren't you?" yoongi sighs. taking off his glasses as he sets them down beside his computer, his hand automatically rubbing his eye in annoyance. "could you blame me? i'm hungry". you whine. you weren't lying, all you had was toast with jelly for breakfast and surely that was long gone out of your system by now. he just chuckled as he saw you pout your lips at him, throwing his head back as he groans in frustration "fine, what do you want to eat. hurry up and decide so I can go get it" getting up from his place he walks to the counter to pick up his keys. "you decide, I don't care" you give him a smile knowing your answer would only annoy him more.
"I hate when you can't ever make decisions for yourself when it comes to food" he mumbles loud enough for you to hear, you let out a offended gasp and he laughs "fine i'll decide"
"yoongi"
"hmm" he response, clearly waiting for you to talk
"yoongi" you whine, "what" taking out his shoes from the small shoe cabinet he was thinking about what he was going to get the both of you to eat.
"yoongi" you cry out, making him throw his shoes to the ground as he turns to look at you clearly bothered that you were calling his name and as he asked what you wanted you didn't respond.
"where's my kiss" you pout, trying to be cute.
"you don't deserve one, i'm telling you what you want and you're being annoying" he scowls
"please" he sighs, making his way to you as he crouches down his hand gently cubbing your face as he presses his lips onto yours. your arms wrap around his neck as you pull him down making him chuckle, "hold on will you, weren't you hungry"
his arms were on your sides as his palms were on the ground keeping him from falling on top of you. "but I miss you"
"y/n we're literally always together" you peck his lips again, but don't stop there as you take his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging on his lip. his hand holds your nape as he kisses you. deepening the kiss, you let him take control. you let yourself fall slowly, back against the ground as he hovers over you without leaving your lips unattended.
your legs wrapped around his torso, pressing his body into yours. you both smile, if anyone asks you'd say you were studying your favorite subject as your hands made there way under his shirt.
"I have to go get something to eat" he catches his breath, staring into your eyes that were begging him to not leave "you're really thinking about food right now"
"yes, yes I am" he gives you his gummy smile that melts your heart each time. leaning down, he kisses your forehead "once you get on the pill then we'll have sex, but first pass your midterms" he gives you one last kiss before jumping up and leaving before you could drag him back. he wasn't wrong you hadn't gotten the pill yet since you've had been busy to go. just as you wanted it to happen so did he but right now it was you who was behind the hold up.
it had been a good hour since yoongi was gone, so when you heard the door bell go off you asked yourself if he had brought too much to the point that he couldn't open the door or was he just being lazy. putting your book down that you had sneaked in you walk to the door "really yoongi, how much did you brin-" your heart falls to your ass, it wasn't yoongi who you suspected. "oh?" she glares at you, her eyes glancing behind you as she looks inside searching for something..no...someone. "you're that girl, whats your name?" her eyes weren't hiding the dissatisfaction of seeing you instead of who she was expecting.
"shouldn't you be introducing yourself, you're the one knocking at my door" you scoff, hand on your hip as the other holds the door open enough for you to be seen but you block her view to the inside since you saw her sneaking a peek. "Eunju" she gives you a cheeky smile. "and you?"
"y/n" you smile back.
"right...where's yoongi"
your jaw clenched, you wanted to shut the door in her face and walk away but there was something that was bothering you. there was a rule yoongi set for himself, which is that he would never bring anyone to his place, cause you were next door and he just thought it would be better that way. so how did she know where he lived, clearly she had been here.
"not home" you reply, hinting at her to leave.
she eyes you, from bottom to top and then lets out a small laugh "so are you another one of his toys" she crosses her arms.
"excuse me?"
"well you're in his apartment, and you're being so defensive towards me cause clearly you know who I am" she had you choked up, she was right. you laugh, trying to keep your cool, but your palms were sweating and you were getting annoyed on how she could read you. "seriously, eunju? is that what you said your name was...anyways what are you doing here"
"I had plans with yoongi but he canceled on me, guess you're not so bad yourself to have him pick you over me" she shakes her head disagreeing with her own words.
"had he ever invited you to his apartment" you question her, finally asking the one thing you were really curious about. "well i'm here aren't I sweetheart" and that was it, that was the last thing you needed to hear to give up.
"well then come in" you smile "he'll be back soon" you walk inside letting her enter on her own, shutting the door. you ignore her stares as you walk into the living room sitting in your spot, quickly and discretely shoving the book you had just been reading into your bag. "oh, I misunderstood the whole situation y/n, you're both just study buddies huh" she had a smirk on her face, you wanted to just launch yourself at her and rip all her hair off her head. but you kept calm, the person you're really mad at is yoongi.
"what gives you that impression"
"well whenever I meet him we aren't holding books" you smile at her words, confusing her as she sits in yoongi's spot "maybe that's why you're so clingy, he barely gives you his time or attention" you shake your head, low chuckles.
you both just kept smiling at each other, waiting for either one to just talk.
"y/n, let me give you a warning"
lifting your head from the laptop that was on your lap you stare into her hazel eyes, which had a hint of silver. there's a moment of silence before she places her elbows on the table, she leans forward looking at you with a mocking smile "you and I are no different"
"don't be a delusional fool and make yourself think you're special to him"
"from all the people he's gotten involved with, the reason why i'm the only one he keeps coming back to is because i'm not some clingy bitch who wants more than just a good time. to him we're just a source of pleasure. nothing more" she looks at the books and moves some papers around before getting up from the floor "all of this, don't act like you can change him. he might be infatuated with you right now but once he gets sick of you he'll toss you to the curb"
you could feel your heart beating against your chest, but at this moment you were questioning if it was in your chest, the beat was so loud in your ears and you could feel it in your palms.
the last rule came to mind, the moment this was over he wanted to have nothing to do with you. her words were affecting you. "you got it all wrong" looking up at the pretty girl in front of you, you stand up. you both weren't taller than one another but she was slightly taller than you.
"unlike you, i know how to value myself. if you're going to let a man treat you like that then thats you. but I would never let anymore treat me like i'm just some toy for them to play with and then toss aside"
stepping around the table your face to face with yoongi's lover "I don't give a fuck who you are or what you think my relationship with yoongi is but don't fucking disrespect me"
there was tension, her soft gaze at you made you feel irritated. but you stood your ground.
the door then opens, but neither of you move from where you were standing, clearly having a stare off and you weren't planning to lose.
"y/n i've been texting you. why ar-" he stops mid sentence, shocked to see who was in his living room. he stares at eunju and glances back at you. mentally cursing himself, "we have a guest yoongi" you say, not breaking eye contact and neither does she.
"y/n" yoongi calls your name, placing the food on the counter. he walks towards the two of you. placing his hand on your shoulder he calls your name again, glaring at eunju. she knew from the look of his eyes that he was pissed at her. but she accomplished what she wanted by coming here. she wanted to know what the fuck was going on, and who yoongi was spending most of his time with. thinking she'd find some clingy bitch she ended up finding something more interesting.
"I like you y/n" she smiles, turning around, swatting his arm off of you. "well eunju since you took out time of your day to come here it would only be polite of me to not make you leave without talking to your friend, right" you smile at her, eyes creasing making her laugh "that's very kind of you y/n" she looks at yoongi who was watching you gather your things from the table. "y/n wait"
"make sure to eat, he brought food" you continue to ignore him, only talking to eunju who gives you a small nod.
"y/n"
you look up at yoongi, you could see how terrified he was. He knew that this was going to make shit worse between the two of you. "see you around" you tell her
"see you, sweetheart" it's not her fault, that were both wrapped around his fucking finger.
yoongi follows you to the door as you reach down to get your shoes "y/n, hold on."
"what" you tell him nonchalant
"what is she doing here"
"thats what I wanna know too" you spat, shaking your head in disbelief
"well why did you let her in?"
"just try not to be too loud" you give him a sarcastic smile, patting his shoulder a couple of times. He stares at you, angry. shoes finally on you open the door, shutting it behind you.
*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*
The phone rings a third time before I can hear her in the other end, "hey babes, what can I do for you" she laughs, and not just a laugh meant for just you but a laugh that tells you that there are people with her and you're probably being a burden right now but it was important. you say her name desperately and she knew something was wrong. excusing herself from where ever she was you can hear how the music becomes faint and a door shuts cutting of all the chaos.
you fill her in quickly, not wasting her precious time. jihye exhales, "Damn!"
"i know" you sigh
"what the hell were you thinking?"
"what? me? he's the one who clearly has had her over" you defend yourself, you could imagine her rolling her eyes at your response "and who's the idiot that left him alone in a apartment with one of his fuck buddies"
"look, I was angry"
"clearly, just...i'll be there soon" jihye hangs up, "what??, why?!" you yell into the phone annoyed that she was coming.
"I don't hear anything" ear up against the wall, jihye gives you a thumbs up which you respond by rolling your eyes. "I didn't call you so you can come and try and eavesdrop next door, and by the way it's gross"
pushing off the wall she turns and stares "you are way to calm, just to be clear you know they could be fucking right now right"
"not that I care, but the walls are thin you would've heard something. and why are we talking about this" you brush off her comments getting up from your seat as you turn on the stereo, music from the last CD you had played begins. jihye sits back clearly annoyed with you. "how would you know when the two of you were fuc--"
"jihye!" you yell but not as loud, not sure if yoongi would hear you but you didn't want him to know she was here.
"he's never brought no one here"
"righttt" she gives a toothy grin "she just magically knows where he lives. and not just that but she confessed they had plans but he canceled"
"he said he wouldn't" you spat back, trying to convince yourself
"right, didn't you say he had no condoms either? what do you think happened?? disappeared in thin air?"
she was right and it was making you nauseous of how right she was. but what could you do, he was next door with someone he's willing to...doesn't matter.
"we don't even know if she's still there, she could've left"
"you're not wrong, but do you really think two hot people in the same place. alone and horny aren't going to fuck?"
"you're a horrible friend" you began to feel sniffly all of a sudden, tears threatening to fall soon. "I'm just....look I can cheer you on but do you really want to be with someone who makes you feel this way? it's not healthy"
she wasn't wrong it was becoming more stressful now than it was before you both were doing what ever you're doing. "should I just break it off with him" you fall back onto the sofa, she gives you the face that states "well it's your business" as she shrugs.
"can I stay over, I took a cab here and i'm a bit tipsy" she points at you then herself "we can have a sleep over, while we wait to see what happens"
"you just want to be nosey" you snap at her, shaking your head as your grin. annoyed but amused of her boldness.
"you know you love me" she shouts, arms thrown around you, "not right now I don't"
jihye knew what she was getting into by asking me to stay over, early next morning theres a knock on my bedroom door followed by yoongi's soft voice calling my name. But it wasn't me who got out of the bed and opened the door but jihye. He wasn't shocked, or at least didn't show it on his beautiful face thats always has a cold expression. "y/n" he calls my name, jihye not opening the door wide enough for him to see if I was even in the room. "she's asleep" she gives him her perfect "fuck off" face and he took it with no offense.
"Y/n, I we need to talk" he exhales, exhausted.
in fact you were awake, you were staring at the ceiling contemplating if you should get up ever since the first knock. The only reason why you're moving towards the door with jihye's back facing you is because you know these two are hardheads and they're going to crash.
hand on jihye's shoulder she looks back, and you finally get a glimpse of the man who has your heart in the palm of his hand and he uses it as a stress ball squeezing the fuck out of it every chance he gets.
"y/n we have to talk" jihye puts her arm around my shoulder protectively, stares yoongi down "alright go ahead" she responds, letting out a scoff he looks up at jihye, "alone"
you want to think that she was doing this for you and partially it is but she's always thought yoongi was a pain in the ass so she must be enjoying this a lot.
"jihye" you say her name softly, making her exhale before opening the door and pushing past yoongi "y/n, yesterday-"
"why didn't you come yesterday" it was a solid question. why didn't he just kick her out and then come over to your apartment right away and explain?
"because you left without explaining why you let her in and I just didn't want to argue" he says with a pointed look. "yoongi" I say with the most patient voice, but I didn't continue. it was silent, we both stood in the door way as he leaned on it shoulder against the wall his eyes never leaving me. "nothing happened"
you scoff, "yet you're only coming now"
"you left so I don't understand why you're mad, as my girlfriend you should've stayed" he's nonchalant, full of himself thinking he's completely right and innocent. but I don't know why I left, if it was what she said to me or that she knew where he lived. maybe it was both.
"what? you told her we were a thing?" you ask, head slightly tilting to the side. he lets out a long sigh "a thing? you mean if I told her we were dating then yes, yes I did" he shakes his head in disapproval, but he wanted to laugh. he loved seeing you mad with your cheeks puffed out and your darting eyes glaring at him. He loved it, but he kept this to himself for his own sake.
"y/n did she say something to you? why are you angry? look she didn't leave right away we sat and talked. there was something we needed to sit and talk about so I took advantage of you letting her into my place"
"how did she know where you lived, did you bring her over before" your brow raises, arms crossed as you wait for him to answer. "this is why I don't date, you females are so" he takes a deep breath before probing himself off the wall "she got my address from one of my friends, I don't know who, she didn't tell me" he says, passing by me heading to me bed, to his back I say "what's so great about her that you're exclusive with her"
"exclusive?" he laughs "where did you get that?"
"no matter who you ever hooked up with it was always a one time thing, but not with her. why?"
"look, I don't really wanna talk about my sex life with you. and first of all we aren't exclusive" you knew why, cause she's pretty, beautiful even. she has a nice body and perfect skin of course he'd want her to himself and she'd want him. "your just stalling because you don't want to answer the question"
his voice raises "I answered, you just didn't like my answer. y/n you always make me the bad guy. always make the worst of situations we were just talking alright, you don't have to be nasty about it. when would I have time to go see anyone especially her?! you're already a handful as it is. there's no one else so stop acting like a brat" jihye walks up the hall towards your room, eyes wide as she hears him yell at you. ever since she's known the both of you he's never yelled at you. you were as surprised as her too. she gives you a small wave as she runs towards the front grabbing her shoes and leaving you alone with him.
"i'm not you're toy you can play with and then toss away when you're done" you spat
"you know you mean more to me than anyone else, the fact that this is even crossing your mind is because you're just being dramatic" he says softly.
"she's pretty"
"you're gorgeous" he response automatically.
he didn't like this, you comparing yourself to her.
"she said you had plans with her but canceled last night" he shuts his eyes, inhaling "yes I was going to meet her but to do exactly what I did last night. talk to her and tell her that I wouldn't be seeing her anymore. that we are dating and that it was over" you wouldn't of had to do that if you weren't exclusive you thought.
"can we please move on from this, and don't ever talk about yourself like that. you know you mean the world to me y/n, I would never treat you like that"
"but yet you have"
his eyes staring at yours, confused of what you could be talking about.
"you said the moment you called this off, you wanted nothing to do with me"
*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*
After that morning, yoongi seemed as if he was lost in thought a lot. Jimin caught us on campus a few days after and invited us to a "small" get together but we knew it was going to be anything but small. you look at yoongi expecting him to answer be he was just lazily looking at you as he shrugged "sure we'll be there" you give him a small smile. jimin stared at the two of you confused as to why the both of you were acting weird. but he came to the conclusion that you both just a stupid little couple fight and will get over it soon.
he couldn't be more wrong. "yoongi" you say his name after entering his car but he was still silent only a small hum left his throat. "are you mad?"
he purses his lips, "not at you if thats what you wanted to know" he says softly, his voice sounded tired as if he was trying to not come off as harsh.
"then who? eunju?"
"no, myself" he answers. the rest of the ride was quiet.
stepping out of the car, he shuts the door. you were wearing a pair of jeans with a cute blue off shoulder trim blouse. "won't you get cold"
"thankfully you brought a sweater"
"yeah but if i'm cold don't expect I'm going to take it off for you. should've brought something yourself" he grins, holding you hand as he walks towards the already loud house, people were out front in the lawn others were sitting on the front porch. "let's just head inside, and get this over with"
everyone knew that you both were a item, you wanted to ask yourself but the answer came to you the moment you entered the house and among the turning heads eunju was one of them but she was the only who didn't look surprised or murmured. instead she just smiled at you and drank from her red cup, you returning the smile.
yoongi was oblivious to the both of you, he was looking around for his friends, spotting jimin "there he is, come on" his hand on your lower back as he guides you through the crowd. you felt self conscious, there were people around you talking about how yoongi left eunju for someone like you, you knew yoongi heard them too but it was as if he was ignoring them.
you tug on his sleeve "everyone's talking about us"
leaning down to your height, he whispers into your ear "isn't this what you wanted? to basically own me, have everyone say you're my girlfriend?" he stared into your eyes, waiting for a response, but his cold answer made you shut you mouth. "now deal with it" he kisses your forehead, returning to the conversation he was having with someone who you didn't know their name.
you stared at him, confused. this is the first actual conversation you both had since that day. he was already acting weird so this only added more into the fire. "i'm going to go get a drink" you say rather quickly, walking out of the room before yoongi could say anything to you. you walk through the crowded halls until you stumble into the kitchen, just were I wanted to be.
there was a table set up in the middle with cups and drinks, tons of bottles of alcohol. you didn't feel like drinking, since midterms were basically next week you did not want to waste time dealing with a hangover rather than studying. picking up a cup you walk over to the fridge filling up your cup with water.
"hey" you hear someone speak behind you, the voice you right away recognized. "hello" you turn around once your cup was filled, and you were right it was eunju. lifting the cup up you take a sip, not breaking eye contact with her. "seems like you told everyone about yoongi and me" you smile. "you're welcome" she takes a drink from her cup too.
"oh, i should be thanking you?" you let out a small laugh
"I was only doing you a favor, you know how many were lined up to get a taste of your boyfriend" she raises brow. "I don't know what's going on between the both of you but just know that I hope you keep in mind the words you said that night"
"oh yeah? and what did I say exactly" you were noticing all the people were gathering in the entrance of the kitchen, staring at the two of you. probably wondering if there was about to be a fight between the two of you. but they weren't going to see one, at least not today.
"that you aren't like the rest of us" lifting her red cup she raises a brow, you raise your as she hits your cup with hers "cheers to that"
you both drink the remaining of your cup, her being the one to walk away first. as you watched her leave you thought about what you told yoongi when this whole absurd idea came to mind, that you hated him playing with these girls hearts.
"y/n" you hear yoongi's voice call your name. turning around you see him at the opposite side of the table "are you alright"
"never been better" you smile
"what are you drinking?"
"water, didn't feel like getting drunk today"
he gives you a slight nod "come, lets go out back. namjoon just got here" reaching out his hand you walk towards him intertwining your fingers with his. this was normal, even before you both dated. if you attended a party with him he never let you leave his side.
you were sitting with taehyung and jungkook, since yoongi was talking to namjoon and jin you felt as if you needed to give him space. jungkook was someone you had really just got to know today. you'd see him occasionally but there was never a opportunity for the both of you to actually talk. "so you're hyung's girlfriend" he hands you a drink.
"yeah" you nod, taking a sip of the drink without realizing he had handed you tequila. you give him a "what the fuck" look and he laughs "what? you looked stressed, one cup won't do nothing to you" he continues to laugh. taking your cup he hands his to you "fine fine, here's your water. I was just messing with you" shaking your head you drink from the cup after taking a sniff which his hand grips his shirt above his heart "wow I trick you once and you don't trust me no more"
taehyung laughs at his younger friend "should've made her drink the whole cup" he scoffs "when it comes to dating or being involved with yoongi in any way you need about three of those cups to get through the night"
yoongi, looks around, you watch him. his eyes finally finding you he nudges his chin towards the door. you give him a small nod, grabbing your purse from behind you. "well i'll see you later" you smile at the two of them who were turning their attention to someone getting thrown into the pool.
"it's late, we should start heading back" he says once you reach him. "yeah, i'm tired already" you yawn. his eyes narrow, "did you drink?"
"just a bit, jungkook gave it to me...can we go? my feet are killing me" and he was right it was getting chilly and you weren't planning to ask him for his jacket, walking passed him you enter the house which had less people since a lot of them were already in the back.
"since when are you close with jungkook?" yoongi follows behind closely, he was taking off his jacket ready to place it on your shoulders.
"i'm not, todays the first day I actually talk to him" you shrug, grinning when you feel him place the jacket on your back "put it on, you'll get sick" he mutters, pressing a button on his control his car makes a sound as the doors unlock.
"you should've gotten to know jungkook before we started doing this" he says, entering the car.
"why?"
"who knows, you two could probably hit it off and could've dated"
oh
you stay silent, he turns to you slightly as he places his hand on the back on your seat as he pulls out of the drive thru "and you would've been fine with it" you say, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth, as if you heart pounds against your chest. "who knows, there's no point of thinking about it now. we're together " moving the gear shift once on the street he leans over and kisses you.
you hated him. right now, you wanted to open the door and just walk home.
"now i'm curious, what's so great about him"
yoongi grins, eyes on the road he doesn't respond to your childish remark. annoyed you face the window, getting comfortable as his jacket keeps you warm. you drift to sleep.
the last thing on your mind was jungkook, the man you just met for the first time. as your eyes closed all you could think about was how the piercing on his lip complimented his features and you thought about how you stared at his arm and wondered what all his tattoos meant.
index | next
#min yoongi x reader#yoongi fanfic#yoongi scenerio#yoongi smut#bts smut#namjoonscofeeshop#bts angst#bts college au#bts fluff#bts fake dating
138 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello! I'm excited to put in a request in!
Dom!Bang Chan X sub reader
Smut, praise, corruption
Prompt: 'let me make you feel good'
Can't wait to see what you write! Thank you!!
Hi hon,
You didn't mention a daddy kink but I threw it in there because it felt right. I got a bit carried away, but enjoy!
Your back arched against his hands as he held you up against him, slamming you down on his cock to the rhythm of his thrusts. Your legs tensed at the pleasure, clamping around his waist, threatening to push him out.
"You're so good for me", he managed to breathe between his staggered moans.
You wanted to scream, tell him how good he was fucking you, that he was the only one for you, but all you could manage were whimpers as you gripped his shoulders.
As your vision became cloudy, you became all too aware of your situation. He held you up as he kneeled on the bed, squeezing your thigh and hip so tightly they began to go numb. Your fluids covered his abdomen and thighs, yet it only encouraged him to push himself deeper into you. You let out a muffled whine, feeling the burning overstimulation, and leaning further back towards the bed.
"Hold on baby," he lays you down on your back before placing your legs on his shoulders.
He leans over you, stretching your knees towards your chest before positioning his tip at your entrance. He looks down at you; your mascara is smeared, and tears stained your cheeks. He strokes himself once before slapping his cock against you and rubbing your wetness on his tip.
You hold your breath, lifting your hips, desperate for some friction. He grabs the back of your knees before pushing into you, watching as his member disappeared slowly. Tears ran down your cheeks as you struggled to breathe while his girth bullied its way into your tiny hole. You watch as he tilts his head back, letting out a loud groan.
"Chan-", you whimper.
He leans forward once again to capture your lips, forcing his tongue to search your mouth as you adjust to his size. He grabs under your thighs, pushing your legs further up before beginning a brutal pace. You search for some time to brace yourself as your body bounces. He shifts his hands to hold yours to the mattress as he towers over you.
"Can my baby take it? Daddy will help you" he whispers between thrusts. "Let me make you feel good."
#stray kids#stray kids smut#bang chan#stray kids fluff#stray kids reactions#kpop#jyp#skz#stray kids imagines#got7#nct#nct 127#nct u#bts smut#bts#bts imagines#got7 reactions#got7 smut#got7 scenerios#twice#pentagon#exo#momoland#bang chan smut#skz angst#skz chan#stray kids felix#christopher bang#got7 mark#got7 bambam
161 notes
·
View notes
Text
Pairing ➪ Reader x Yoongi| Part 47//??
Word count ➪ 847
Warnings ➪ it’s not beta-ed; any mistakes are mine; mentions of possible past child neglect; mentions of possible child abuse; mentions of anxiety; mentions of possible mental health issues; mentions of possible manipulation; if it doesn’t make sense im sorry:); if your named is crossed out its because I couldn’t tag you;
Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?
A/n: heyyyyy besties~~~ :)))))))))) yall have been waiting for this!! As always feedback is appreciated and if you want to be added to the tag list please let me know 💕
Previous Next
-
Minji was riddled with anxiety. She decided to leave a day early, wanting some time to herself to think. In the past weeks she’s learned every little thing about the child. Mrs. Min sent pictures of the child from a year old forward. She wanted to ask for pictures of her as an infant, but felt like she was overstepping.
A lot in the city was different; the little restaurant her and Yoongi frequented was now being run by the owners daughter, her favorite bookstore was now a cosmetics shop, the shady apartment building she used to live in with Mina was now repainted and renovated. Just as things changed some stayed the same; the uncle that sold ice cream at the park is still going strong; her favorite market still sells the brown sugar pancakes she loves, and her parents house still looks exactly the same way it did when she left it 8 years ago. The door is still that ugly shade of brown she’s detested since childhood, and the peach tree her brother had begged for as children is still left neglected. It’s all horribly nostalgic.
The fights, the anxiety, the grief; it was all coming back. She would never dare say it out loud, but she heavily resented her parents, almost bordering on hate. The lack of attention stopped bothering her in her teenage years, she had Jisung, and Minji was content with that. She had adapted to keeping herself hidden, always going with the status quo her parents had enforced. The less attention she received, the less she had to interact with her parents. Jisung always took the brunt of it all; he had expectations that burdened him from birth. Minji still remembers the last time she saw her brother, he was less tense, almost at peace. She likes to remember him that way; happy, sitting under his peach tree.
Minji tries to distract herself, she goes into town to get necessities. Mrs. Min had invited her to stay at her home, ‘You’re going to need all the help you can get once you get Haneul’, she had said. Minji, while appreciative, refused. She had booked a hotel, needing a neutral space to keep herself grounded. Bora had kept insisting, but she never budged.
Minji was walking the isles when she sees, what she at first assumes, a mother and daughter playfully bickering. Minji wondered, what if? What if she had stayed? Would her and the child be that loving? Would she love that child like this mother loved her daughter? Drowned in her thoughts she can faintly hear them.
“Are you sure you want that soup for dinner,” the mother asked.
“Yes,” the toddler exclaimed.
“I thought you didn’t like that one honey.”
“Bu-bu- you and-and papa like it. I have chicken, so is okay,” the child mumbled. Minji faintly smiled under her mask, amused at the toddler’s logic. It was a sweet moment she hoped to have one day.
She passes by them, listening to the toddler who’s eagerly trying to show her mother which vegetables are the absolute best for their meal. Minji is still fighting with herself when she sees him. Yoongi still looks as handsome as ever; his hair had grown out even longer, he had subtle smile lines decorating the sides of his mouth, very subtle silver hair at the very front of his part. His eyes seemed exhausted, his fingers showed mild signs of his awful picking habit, but underneath all of that she still saw the same 24 year old Yoongi that had showed up to her and Mina’s place. He wasn’t wearing the ripped jeans she associated with him, now he was dressed in a full suit and tie, everything looking expensive down to the cuff links, his attention stolen by the toddler exclaiming out, “Papa! Look!” Yoongi turns towards the child, completely smitten.
The child motions him forward, showing off the vegetables she had chosen, “Look, Bee said I pick. Papa do you like?”
Yoongi nods approvingly, “You did such a good job Hani.”
Minji quickly left. She walked, and walked, and walked. Until she couldn’t anymore. She doesn’t remember getting back to her hotel, or getting into bed. She tries to avoid remembering her dreams. They ring mockingly in her ears, ‘The child is happy, without you. The love of your life is happy, without you. This person is better than you. Your child loves her. The love of your life loves her. She stole your child. She stole the love of your life.’
On her way to the elder Mins’ home, she wondered if she could get what she lost back. Maybe she and Yoongi could try again, for the sake of their child of course. Maybe she could move back to this city, stay with the Mins until they found a home to raise their daughter. The ideas progressively started to sound like Mrs. -, no, like mom guiding her along. Mother Min would help her get her happiness back, and she was ready to claim what was rightfully hers.
Tag List: @unicornbabylover @halesandy @supernoonanyc @aianloveseven @hannahdinse8 @lyndseygoregasmxo @aunoiire @brbkpop @nochuwastaken @tinyoonsblog @borahae-reads @jinscharms @phenomenalgirl9 @yoongiigolden @girlwithluv0613 @yaboiithewreck @mint--yoongs @ysljoon @hyunjingin @yu-justme @damn-u-min-yoongi @lovelytaes-blog @so-da-1 @cruelsummer-s @seolaquotes @lovelgirl22 @dreamamubarak @leanimal90 @atinymonbebestay @astudyoftimeywimeystuff @jaiuneamesolitaiire
Fic Masterlist
#bts#bts imagines#bts fics#bts social media au#bts non idol au#bts fanfic#bts fluff#bts x reader#bts single dad au#reader x yoongi#yoongi#bts sm au#bts crack#bts angst#bts fake social media#bts scenerios#fic: oh baby#bangtan#bangtan imagine#bangtan fanfic#bangtan fics#bangtan social media au#bangtan sm au#bangtan single dad au#bangtan non idol au#bangtan crack#bangtan angst#bangtan fluff#bangtan fake texts
126 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hello, peeps!! 👋
This is Rae, and I am a fanfic writer/author for the maknae line of BTS. 🥰
This is my masterlist! And I hope you enjoy my works/reactions/series/drabbles/whatever I write!!! ✨️
Also, if you like my writing and want to request something plz do not hesitate! Requests are open and are gladly appreciated. 🤗
Keys:
♡ - Fluff
☆ - angst
♧ - Smut
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nothing so far 😭
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
How he would kiss you~ ♡
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
How he would kiss you~ ♡
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
How he would kiss you~ ♡
Pleasure me ♧
How he would ask you out~ ♡
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
#masterlist#bts maknae line#park jimin#kim taehyung#Joen jungkook#bts fluff#bts smut#bts angst#scenerios#bts au#fanfiction#bts au fanfic
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Why are they all so beautiful in this pictures!? Lol
#bts#park jimin#bts jimin#jimin#bts reactions#chimchim#mochi#bts scenarios#bts maknae line#bts vocal line#bts requests#jimin hd#bts scenerios#bts jin#bts rm#bts suga#bts jhope#bts v#bts jk#bts proof
78 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hello new followers!!! Just so you know, request are open!!
I am accepting scenarios, one shots and short series.
Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk
#bts scenarios#bts#smut#jung hoeseok#jungkook#kim namjoon#kpop scenerios#kim seokjin#min yoongi#light smut#love#jin#one shot#short series#angst#bts masterlist#masterlist#story writer
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
︵‿︵‿୨♡ Ａｂｏｕｔ ｍｅ ♡୧‿︵‿︵
15//Aquarius//love music
｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡ U̳l̳t̳s̳ ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡
yang yang
haechan
doyoung
jihyo
ranpo
nikolai
nishinoya
✦┈⋆┈⋆┈ ⋞ 〈 ｔｙｐｅ 〉 ⋟ ┈⋆┈⋆┈✦
soft but can do other
request open!!!
i do not only do Kpop!!
2 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hey this is one of my first times requesting but can you do one where Levi has someone who draws and sketches a lot (they're both captains in this scenerio) and when Levi is volunteerily cleaning their office he stumbles across a drawing/sketch of himself that she drew
Ending is up to you
Loving lines
Levi x fem!reader
Canon world, fluff, romance, becoming a couple, artist reader, love confessions.
While cleaning your room, Levi comes across a sketchbook filled with beautiful drawings of the land around the scout base. He then comes across the only drawings of a person and it is a few of him. Flustered by the thought that this could mean you have the same feelings for him as he has for you, he decides to confront you.
@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird
Offering to clean your office was Levi's sneaking and cheeky way to get close to you. This allowed him to go into your office, snoop a little and always be surrounded by your intoxicating scent. As soon as he got into your room, he stood there for a while and just inhaled a few times.
He got busy cleaning your rather clean place, but he was making sure that everything was perfect. As he made his way around your office he noticed that you had left a sketchbook on the window seat. Curiosity consumed him and he needed to see what was inside.
Levi got comfortable in your window seat and began looking through your book. Each drawing inside was beautiful and cute. The way you saw the world around you gave him such hope and happiness. He adored how sweetly you captured the land surrounding the scout base.
He was beginning to notice a theme in your book, you only ever drew scenery. He flicked through the pages and felt his heart skip a beat when he came across something that moved him. Levi was lost for words when he saw a beautiful drawing of him smiling so softly. He gulped hard and felt so flustered because you had made him look so beautiful.
"Levi?"
Levi jumped on the window seat at the sound of your voice. He looked over at you as he gripped your book tightly. It was only recently he realised that he was in love with you. Levi had never been in love before, so he wasn't sure how to do this or what to say.
You moved closer to him. "Is that my sketchbook?"
He looked down at his hands. "Yes."
You gulped hard. "Did you get to the last pages?"
He nodded. "I did."
"So you saw the many drawings of you?"
He slowly looked down. "Many? I only saw one." He flicked through the book. "Let me see."
You gasped and ran over. "Wait."
He smiled at the other drawings. "You've drawn me a lot."
You grabbed the book and whined. "I can explain..."
He locked eyes with you. "You feel the same way about me that I do for you."
"Levi."
He rose to his feet and walked up to you. "That you have a deep love for me that it hard to contain like I do for you."
You felt your cheeks burn as Levi left you breathless. "Yes."
He took your book and put it behind him on the window seat. "I have never felt this way about anyone before. This is all new to me." He reached over and caressed your cheek. "Tch, it's confusing and maddening how much I care about you. I just want to lock you up and not let anyone else near you. I also want to kiss you so much and take you on long walks through the pretty fields and shower you with flowers."
You leaned closer and gave Levi a sweet and loving peck on the lips. "I want all of that."
Levi held your hands. "I want to be with you. I am terrified for your safety though."
You nibbled your lip. "I have been thinking of maybe working less out there and more in the base, maybe training and support as well." You moved closer to him. "I don't want you to be alone or heartbroken." You whined. "That's if you want to be a couple. If you do, then I'll change my job a bit."
Levi hugged you tightly. "Yes. I want you. I adore you." He released you. "Maybe I could sit for your next drawing?"
You giggled. "Yes, please."
#levi ackerman#levi#aot levi#snk levi#aot fanfiction#levi x y/n#fanfic#levi fanfiction#levi x reader#levi x you#jelly fanfics#captain levi x you#levi x yn#captain levi ackerman x reader#captain levi#captain levi x reader#captain levi fanfiction#captain levi ackerman#levi ackerman x female reader#levi ackerman x you#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman x y/n
61 notes
·
View notes
Text
Rules and Fandoms
Hello, here is a hopefully very detailed list of what I write about, how and who... I guess. So if you want to request something why don't you read this post a little bit and it will be veeery easy to tell me what you want!
What exactly can I and want to write?
Why is the font so dramatic? Anyways, I don't have a wide knowledge when it comes to what people want and request so I'll just tell you what I know haha. If you may have any requests that do not fall into a category I listed here feel free to still ask me about it!
So, I am fine with any kind of genre but smut/nsfw. This might be updated in the future but for now it isn't. I however do not have a problem with scenarios that initiate those things such as make out sessions, flirting or loving dirty talk idk call it what you want.
I can write Y/N or ships in the specific fandom as long as I like the ship and actually see it happening. I won't write any age inapropriate ships or ships I don't like. Any story that doesn't involve a romantic scenerio and is just a cool story is of course very welcome too!
I write Y/N in female or gender neutral, preferably female.
I write scenarios, MLT, oneshots, reactions, imagines... what I don't usually do is make a whole book. Something that spreads over a lot of chapters. I can see two or three happening but nothing more really haha.
Who am I writing about and where are they from?
The font wow. I am gonna list fandoms I am confident about. These are fandoms in which I know a lot of characters and what they are like! If you'd like to request a character in a fandom NOT listed here, no harm done in asking. I also might not list fandoms in which I only know one character so again no harm in asking! This list will be updated from time to time because there is no way my brain can name all the ones I know in one day.
Anime:
Naruto/Naruto Shippuden
Jujutsu kaisen
My hero academia
Haikyuu
Owari no Seraph
Avatar the last airbender (Listed here and Shows)
Kpop:
Txt
Bts
Movies:
Harry Potter
How to train your dragon
Twilight
Princess diaries
Shrek
Marvel universe related
Avatar (Pandora type)
The Hobbit
Lord of the rings
Narnia
Shows:
Avatar the last airbender (Listed here and Anime)
Anne with an E
Bridgerton
The big bang theory
Malcolm in the middle
New girl
Merlin
Once upon a time
Winx Club
Games:
Red dead redemption 2
Detroit become human
The legend of Zelda (I played a lot of games, chances are high that I know every character)
Hogwarts legacy
Until dawn
Books:
Eragon
Maze Runner (,Scorch Trials, Death Cure)
Percy Jackson
And that is it for today kids. If you have any requests ask me and don't be shy, come to me and bye! :)
#oneshot#imagine#fanfiction#fan#ml#scenarios#reactions#Y/N#x reader#Games#movies#shows#books#anime#kpop#txt#bts#harry potter#red dead redemption 2#detroit become human#The legend of zelda#How to train your dragon#my hero academia#Avatar#Avatar the last airbender#Jujutsu kaisen#Bridgerton#Merlin#Naruto#Shrek
3 notes
·
View notes
Note
I have a request I can't stop crying after BTS told they are taking a break. So can you make a scenerio where Itachi is comforting the reader?!? I really need some comfort right now.
TYPE: GN!reader, Modern AU, Fluff
WARNING(S): Descriptions of Thunderstorms, Mentions of BTS's Hiatus
WC: 1099
NOTES: I'm not a big ARMY, per se, but I do understand other ARMYs when BTS announced their hiatus. However, think about what this will do for their individual mental health. They will be allowed to relax after literally carrying the KPOP industry on their backs. So, think of this in a positive way, and it will hurt less. Nonetheless, enjoy!
SADNESS on your laptop screen was paired equally with the thundering storm happening outside. Despite it being well into the afternoon, the sky was filled with thick, dark gray clouds, and everything outside was practically blurred by the rushing raindrops that fell from such clouds. Bursts of lightning flashed in the air, lighting up the dark, night-like sky, and such striking sounds made you bounce in your bed.
Speaking of you… currently, you are sitting underneath the mounds of blankets on your queen sized bed with your laptop resting on your stretched out legs. Some of your cuddle plushies were keeping you company through this rough afternoon, but even that wasn’t enough to stop the tears from escaping your eye sockets.
Just now, you were scrolling through Twitter when you happened to find out that your favorite KPOP group, BTS, were going to take a hiatus to work on some solo projects. You were a mega fan of the popular Korean boys, and the news was enough to make you ball out your eyes. BTS were your comfort place, and any video containing soft moments with them was always a way to make you feel one hundred percent better on a bad day. Sure the boys were going to be super productive and successful in their solo careers, but the moments wouldn’t hit as perfectly as when they were all filmed together.
Suddenly, your body shook when you heard the rough sound of the front door closing as if whoever had walked in was fighting against the raging winds of the thunderstorm. You carefully hid yourself in your blanket, more so covering your head with your arms hugging yourself from inside. Your eyes stuck to the door to the bedroom which was slightly ajar, and your vision caught sight of the hallway light beginning to seep into the dimly lit room you were sitting in.
The door opened carefully, allowing your husband to walk into the room. Your swollen, teary eyes widened at the sight of him. Itachi’s clothes were dripping the soaked up rainwater onto the wooden floor of your bedroom which stuck tightly onto his body, highlighting his prominent figure and shape. He quickly grabbed one of the towels you had hanging on the door and wrapped himself in it, pushing his wet strands of hair off of his face and looking at you with a soft smile.
“I think it’s raining, Y/N,” Itachi spoke with a hint of sarcasm dancing on his tongue. A light chuckle escaped his mouth, but he shushed up when he saw your face fall back down to look at your open laptop.
Hurriedly, Itachi walked over to the bed and sat on the floor beside where you were placed on the bed. He reached up and into the blanket to grab your very warm hand which contrasted with the harsh coldness that came from his hand. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked in a quiet whisper, worry filling his tone of voice.
“Y—You’re going to think it’s dumb,” you mumbled, looking down at your intertwined hands. Itachi shook his head and began to rub his thumb over your knuckles, “No, I don’t think something that is making you upset is dumb. Please, Y/N, tell me what’s wrong.”
You sighed, “My favorite group announced their hiatus, and I don’t want them to separate just yet.”
Silence settled in the air for a couple of seconds after you confessed the problem that was forcing your mood to turn upside down. Concerned, you looked down at Itachi’s face, hoping he wasn’t lying about thinking your issue was dumb afterall. Instead, you were met with a calm look on his face accompanied by a small smile.
You watched him get up from the floor, and suddenly, you felt your blanket covered body being pressed against his soaking wet clothes. His hand was pressed against the side of your head, keeping it dug into his chest. Light kisses were placed on the top of your head, and after a couple of minutes in that position, Itachi pulled away and released you from his cold body.
“What do you say to a movie night to get your mind off of it? I mean… after I shower, of course. Unless, you want to take a bath with me, instead? Anything to make you feel comfortable, Y/N,” Itachi spoke with a loving tone. You looked up at him with your tear stained face, and despite all of the emotional memories of BTS running in your mind, you felt a hint of happiness spying the smile that Itachi has kept on his face since he walked into the room. “A warm bath sounds nice,” you replied in a low voice.
Itachi nodded and held out his hand for you. It took you a little bit to comprehend the gesture, but as soon as you realized it, you tore the blankets off of your once encased body and took hold of his hand. Itachi gently pulled you off of the bed, and the two of you proceeded to get everything set for the warm bath.
— — —
Snuggling into your comfiest pajamas, you held the popcorn bowl in your lap closer to your torso. Currently, you were searching through the streaming service on your TV, hoping a comforting movie would show up soon. At the sound of light footsteps entering the living room, you paused your browsing and looked up to meet Itachi’s charcoal eyes. In his hands, he had two piping cups of tea with one completely black and the other fit to your desire. He knelt down once he approached the couch and coffee table to set your cup down on a coaster before transferring to sitting directly next to you. Itachi held out his arm which made enough space to allow you to lay against him with your head resting on his shoulder. Your legs were brought up, and the popcorn bowl was now sitting in Itachi’s lap to make more room for your constant need of cuddles from the Uchiha.
Taking a sip from his tea and setting it down beside him after, Itachi brought his other arm around you and placed a delicate kiss to your head. The silence that invaded the comfortable living space of yours seemed to completely shield you two from the ravaging storm happening outside along with your previous thoughts of BTS’s hiatus announcement. At this moment in time, it was just you snuggling into the warmth that your husband allowed to escape to make you as comfortable as can be.
NARUTO MASTERLIST
WRITING MASTERLIST
NAVIGATION
#*+:｡.｡ naruto series writings#anime#anime fanfic#anime fanfiction#fanfic#fanfiction#naruto#naruto shippuden#uchiha itachi#itachi uchiha#itachi#uchiha#itachi x reader#itachi x you#itachi x y/n#comfort#bts#bts hiatus#hiatus#itachi fluff#fluff#fluff fluff fluff
33 notes
·
View notes
Text
Deep | Chapter 7
Deep | M.YG
✧ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader
✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content
✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract
✧ synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees.
✧ word count: 8.2k
✧ Theme song: Fri(end)s by V
a/n: comment to be in permanent taglist!
prev | index | next
Leaning against his bedroom door I watch him as he laid on his bed, back against his headboard with a pillow to give him comfort. His arms were crossed against his chest as it rose and fell; wet hair glistening his forehead with water, his eyes shut unbothered. once you both arrived you went to your apartment to shower since he pushed you towards your apartment saying he also wanted to shower.
pursing your lips as you walked to your door, a small laugh left his lips, he grabs your hand gently pulling you towards him"i'm not saying you can't come back, I can come to you once i'm done" he plants a kiss on your forehead, your heart getting all jittery and you couldn't hide the emotions on your face. He wounds his arm around you as you look up at him smiling "i'll come to you" you pull him down, wrapping your arms around his neck as you give him a quick kiss before hurriedly leaving.
you should be disappointed, he fell asleep while waiting for you. but there was a rather blissful feeling as you watch him sleep. his brows furrowed in his sleep as if even then he was in deep thought. you stood there admiring him for a good minute before he opened his eyes, staring back at you he raises a brow "for how long are you planning to stand there and watch me" he wipes his cheek which had a trail of droplets from his wet hair. "you shouldn't sleep with your hair wet" your voice was calm, but your heart was jittery.
"I was gonna dry it, but once I sat here" he lets out a stretched yawn "I just couldn't get up" you knew he was exhausted lately. He continued to stare at you with tired eyes, all you could do was give him a smile.
walking to his closet you pull a basket out that contained folded towels, turning to look at you he watched as you pick it up for him to see. you receive a small smile from him, climbing into the bed you sit by his stretched legs bring the the towel to his head.
"ready for midterms" his voice groggily, you knew he loved this. your hands massaging his head as you dry his wet hair, he was more than happy and could fall asleep at the moment which was why he strikes the conversation.
"yeah, you?"
he gives you a small nod
you move to the crown of his head, "come here" he says, having a good hold on your waist as he lifts you to straddle him "this is better"
thump , thump
your heart began to beat harder against your chest, making you nervous as to think he would hear your ridiculous reaction.
"wha-"
"come on, finish so we can sleep" he buries his face in the crook of your neck, arms lazily holding you in a embrace. "ok" you manage to say as you dry the remaining bits of hair which didn't take long. Finished, you spread the towel on the headboard to let it dry from the dampness. "i'm done" he hums to your voice but doesn't budge.
"yoongi" you say quietly.
his hands which had only been hugging her begin to slip into his t-shirt which laid on your frame. a shiver runs down your spine as his cold hand touches your back. "wait y-yoongi" your hands clinging to his shoulders. "relax" he chuckles "we aren't doing anything today"
"but.." bitting on your bottom lip as he strokes your back in a slow motion. "everything's in plan"
finally letting you see his face which to your surprise was no where near as flustered as your but rather he looked amused. laughing, he drawls"what is this a mission or something" he shakes his head as he laughs "it has to be natural, not forced" his head tilts to the side as his eyes watch you.
"you just don't think i'm ready" you let go of his shoulders as you slump down on his lap. he gazed at you without a word. his brown eyes watching you pursing your lips while you looked away.
"it's not you that's not ready"
you sat there blinking at him, confused at the words that slipped from his mouth. but he did not budge but rather he continued to stare into your eyes as if he had something to add onto his comment.
wanting him to not stop and explain what he meant "what do you mean" his eyes slowly falling onto your lips as he watched them move to your voice. licking his lips which formed a small smile he shakes his head "forget it" his arms becoming firm on your waist caused you to grip his arm as he leaned forward pressing his lips to yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth. the sensation of his soft tongue made you melt into his arms "was it really only one cup" he breathes out, tilting your head back to give him access to your neck as he delivers kisses to your skin
"what" you manage to say, a soft whimper leaving your lips as he bites your shoulder only to have him kiss the same place "I can still taste it, the faint taste of whatever you drank tonight" a deep flush colored your cheeks as he entwined his wet tongue with yours once more, hungrily kissing your lips as if he wanted to swallow you whole. when your lips finally pulled apart, his hot breath fanned your face, "breath y/n" he can't help but chuckle at your flushed dazed appearance as you held your breath.
"yoongi" your hands cupping his face, your turn to kiss him deeply but he quickly takes over ending it just as he started. "thats...it for now" he says out of breath.
both of your chests rising and falling as you take deep breaths. his forehead against yours "good night y/n" he whispers, kissing your forehead. swinging your leg off of him you take your place next to him. Your body was radiating excessive heat, your eyes burning from the kissing. you lay down, trying to calm down but he gives you no chance as his arm wraps around your waist pulling you into his chest. glancing up at him, he was unfazed eyes already shut.
"sleep" he says to in which you wrap your arms around his waist, and buried your face into his chest.
"i'm in love" you say, looking up at jihye who smiled at your words. the two of you sat on the grass in a open field not far from campus. flowers of all kind coexisted in this field, students tend to have picnics here or just escape for a while during their studies. "i'm not surprised" she boops your nose in a teasing matter. your head was on her lap as she leaned against a tree, the two of you deciding to be under the shade rather than under the harsh sun.
"what do you think he meant, it's not like it's his first time" you watch her, as he pursed her lips in thought. "it will be, with you" she smiles "you're not just anyone. this could be something he could've wanted but never thought of having" she continues to speak her mind but this time it was you who laughed.
sitting up, you lean against the tree "the heat is cooking your brain jihye"
"why?" she exclaims, offended.
"it's not possible"
"what isn't"
"he never wanted me that way, we've only ever been friends in his eyes" the words coming out of your mouth sounded as if you were telling yourself rather than her. your fist grasped the grass as you pulled it from the ground "y/n, i sometimes think your a idiot"
"what?"
"I told you, yoongi has had a crush on you. but no matter how many times I say it you don't believe me" she sighs, tossing the flowers she had plucked from the grown. nibbling on your lip you release a flustered cry "i don't care, as long as i don't hear it from him directly. i won't delude myself" defeated she lays her head on your lap "yeah whatever. from what I've heard he's never been a kisser but it seems he just can't get enough from you" your cheeks colored with a deep blush, causing jihye to smirk. content with the reaction from you she shuts her eyes "now shut up we have twenty minutes before we have to start walking back"
"I thought I was going to die" jihye's body drops next to yours, the campus lounge was empty since everyone else was still taking their midterms; some students scattered around either eating or studying.
"do you have exams tomorrow?" she passes you your favorite drink. thanking her, you sit up "no thankfully today was my last day"
"we should go on a trip then" she says excitedly
"a trip?" taking out your phone you check if there was any message from him but there wasn't.
"glamping" she voices
"glamping?"
"yeah, apparently it's trendy for friend trips and couples" she nudges your arm, eyebrows wriggling. "shut up" you push her away, taehyung and jungkook coming into view. "can you not right now" you plead.
"you guys done? i'm starving, lets eat" taehyung sits on the ground in front of the two, while jungkook takes the seat next to you. "we're waiting for everyone else" jihye sighs, she was also hungry and you were the one who specifically said that you were waiting for yoongi and the rest of course...
"guys, I was telling y/n. what if we go on a trip" she brings it up once more, scooting away from you since she already heard your opinion over it. taehyung's eyes light up, he sits up giving jihye his complete attention "I wanted us to go glamping, I know of a place not so far....and I'm really hoping you guys say yes cause I reserved for all of us" she gives a sheepish smile, "jihye!" you scold her. "you don't even know if we have plans for the break or not"
"yoongi said he didn't, do you" taehyung speaks up, frowning. probably thinking you're being boring. "no but..." in fact you were planning to just stay home and catch up on the projects that you had been procrastinating on because of all the drama you caused in your life. "come on we just finished midterms and we need a break. all of us" jungkook speaks up for the first time, his gentle voice rings in your ear from how close he is to you. you look at jungkook who's golden doe eyes are staring right back at you. "it'll be fun" he smiles
jihye and taehyung nod at his comment but gave your disapproval sigh no regards as they went back to talking about what we could do there.
"I thought you guys were having a one time thing" jungkook was scrolling through his phone but glanced up at you the moment you looked at him "no, they're dating" you glare at taehyung who raises his hands in defeat.
you didn't care if jungkook knew, in fact this is what you wanted but when he looks at you with those curious and judging eyes it makes you feel small. yoongi's stupid words replayed in your head, on how jungkook could've been better for you. you couldn't even talk about it with someone without them raising the question if you were becoming interested in jungkook.
you just wanted to know why he thought jungkook would be the guy for you. "we're dating" you say for him to hear, which he just gives you a slight look "cool"
you nod, taking a sip from your drink trying to tune in to jihye and taehyung talking about the trip but you kept wanting to look at the man next to you who was typing away on his phone. the small tattoos decorating his hand made you wanna ask what they mean or if there even is a meaning behind them. you wondered if getting his sleeve done was painful and what was the whole process.
"I thought the two of you were just best friends...honestly the fact that you know him so well surprises me that you're willing to date him. no offense of course" he chuckles, eyes never leaving his screen.
you stare at him, not knowing what to respond. licking your lips you let out a low chuckle "crazy right..it just ended up this way"
"Seems like it" he glances at you, catching your eyes on his tatted arm "you can ask you know, about them" he puts the phone down, sitting up from his slouching position he rolls up the little bit of sleeve he had to show you the entire art piece.
"did it hurt"
"what do you think?" he raises a brow, you sit back getting annoyed by his
"I think that with this much done" your eyes sweep his arm as you take in all the details. "you probably passed out half way and the artist just did the rest with you unconscious" jungkook snorts, seeing your serious face he couldn't help but laugh "y/n, it wasn't all done in a day. i got it done by parts" he purses his lips trying to hold back his laugh. You can feel your ears heat up from embarrassment and your cheeks flushed "shut up, I knew that I was only joking"
"no no, you looked really serious" turning your body to completely face him, taking his arm and spreading it in front of you. "what's the meaning to the flower" you ask as you turn his arm, giving you full view of his forearm "it's my birth flower"
"oh, it's pretty"
"thank you"
"do the others have meaning?"
"most of them, others were just for fun...but I think i'll tell you their meanings another time" he smiles, moving his arm away from you as his chin nudges behind you. turning around to see where he was looking. you see yoongi walking down the stairs with namjoon and jimin, he looked frustrated as he exchanged words with namjoon before catching your eyes from across the room.
jihye gets up from her spot, crossing her arms "finally you guys decide to join us, we're starving" she glares at the three men who join us at our little spot. "well no one told you to wait" yoongi scowls, sitting down next to you taking her spot.
"hey"
"hey, how were your exams?" you smile at him as he looks your way.
he shrugs "i'm just glad they're over" he leans in catching you off guard as his lips catch yours in a sweet but short kiss which ended before you could even gather yourself. leaving you in a daze, he grins licking his lips as he sat back.
"cut it out" taehyung and jihye say in unison as they gag. yoongi rolled his eyes at the two but his face stayed indifferent as his arm stretches behind you along the backrest.
"we should get something to eat before I really do vomit" jihye shakes her head at the couple as she drags her feet grumbling something under her breath with jungkook and taehyung behind her as they volunteered to get lunch. "your exams, how were they?" his eyes were barely opened as he tried to make conversation. you in the other hand was still stuck in the daze from the kiss he just planted on you. "good i guess..." you mumble, he sits up looking at you with a intense stare "you know we have to graduate soon right, did you study"
"yes i did alright, stop treating me like some kid" you cross your arms, annoyed by his stupid comments. he clearly is just concerned but he could at least have some hope in you. you've made it this far already, so what gives. "I'm not, you know that you-"
"well you wouldn't be questioning me if our study session wasn't interrupted now would you" you spat, yoongi scoffs his tongue poking his inner cheek as he sits back "you don't ever let shit go, do you?" he questions, his voice displaying his annoyance towards you. shrugging your shoulders you stand from your seat "i'm gonna go help them bring over the food" you tell the others sitting around as they watched the two of you fight.
hoping he'd get up and follow you and say something like lets talk or we're talking but like every other time he just sat there and stared at you with a amused look on his face that triggered your anger even more.
namjoon stared at the couple and watched as you walked away. he watched how yoongi's eyes followed you "you just love making her angry, don't you" he snickers
jimin scoffs "tell me about it, last time I went to his place they were also fighting" shaking his head he lets out a heavy sigh "it was hard to eat then, and it'll be hard today too" the three walk to a empty table as yoongi pulls out a chair placing his bag on it, saving you a seat.
"there are more tables not just this one, do yourself a favor and find a different one" yoongi shrugged as if saying he didn't care about his feelings. Jimin flicked him off and took his seat "the ones that need to have their own table is y/n and you, you'd think she'd be happy dating you but all i've seen is that she's stressed or angry" jimin doesn't take the hint when he sees yoongi glaring at him with a face that screamed shut the fuck up but he decided to just keep ranting.
"let them be, he knows what he's doing" namjoon sighs.
soon everyone came back with food that could be shared between all of you. you were watching how yoongi didn't eat much but only enough to not be with a empty stomach till dinner. "are you not feeling well?" you lean in, whispering to him. reaching for his hand he looks down. "you're done right, with your exams and all" he mumbles back. giving him a nod he sighs in relief "then lets go home"
"wait!" jihye exclaims, standing from her seat. startling you as she suddenly yelled. everyone looked at her with questioning looks while taehyung who dropped his cheese puff from her sudden scream glared at her.
"glamping, lets all go glamping" she gives her radiant smile.
"fuck off" yoongi spats, pulling you up from your seat as he grabs both your bags.
"but taehyung said that you didn't have plans and y/n isn't doing anything either" she whines. you glare at her at her for bringing you into it. yoongi on the other hand looks at you, waiting to see what you would say.
"do you want to go"
"not really.." you mumble
"then we don't go, have fun" he blandly says
"but I already got everything reserved" she grabs onto your other arm, giving you her pleading eyes to reconsider.
you start to feel bad, you knew that she wanted you to have a break and hinted at the whole couple situation but how could you possible ask to go when the projects you had been procrastinating on were due soon.
"jihye" you whine
"when are you guys leaving" yoongi sighs behind you.
"tomorrow" jihye answers quickly, not knowing why he was asking but wasn't gonna waste the chance.
"we'll leave on Saturday, for now leave us alone" his arm wounds your shoulder as he pulls you away, taking you with him.
you told yourself since you both were leaving a day late you'd work on your projects all day and then take your computer with you and finish there without yoongi knowing. but the moment you both arrived at his apartment he dragged you into bed and said he just wanted to sleep, that he was tired.
"let me just get my computer" you pinch his side, annoyed at how he trapped you in his arms. "why just sleep" he whines
"yoongi, pleasee" you whine
"fine" he sits up, reaching for the bags he had placed on the floor. grabbing yours he hands you the computer. once you sit up and place it on your lap he lays back down on his stomach but his arm wraps around your waist. "you're so lazy" you laugh
"yeah yeah what ever" he grumbles
lately this is all theres been between the two of you, it's no different to how it was before just that there is a lot of making out. your eyes begin to feel tired cause of staring at the screen for three hours now. "that's it for today" you mumble to yourself. carefully closing the computer and putting it aside. you could hear his small snores, finally falling asleep after he stared at you for a while before he finally fell asleep. you gently brushed aside the messy locks covering his face.
the tip of your index finger tracing his facial features. you knew something had been bothering him lately. he tends to be this way when he has a lot on his mind, but he wasn't ready to tell you what was wrong or he was not going to tell you at all.
his eyelids flutter open as he looks at you through his brushed bangs "sorry, did I wake you" stretching his arms he lets out a groan
"no"
"did you rest"
"some what" his eyes watched you as you lay next to him "has something been bothering you" you ask but he doesn't answer.
"if it's me-"
"no, it's not" he sits up, "i've just been having to deal with something my dad put on me. don't worry. now that I brought it up, I'm going back home tomorrow. want to come?"
you sit up, surprised. "home?" it must have to do with what he just said. giving him a small nod he gets up from the bed "then start packing, we're leaving early that way we join everyone else after"
"alright, i'ma call mom. honestly I miss Hajun" you grin. walking out of the room as you hear him laugh "yeah I bet he misses you too"
*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*
You made sure to make extra food this time, last time he decided to eat your share. "you got everything?" he yells from his room "yes" you yell back as you finish packing your drinks. "did you want your computer?" he walks from his room two bags in hand and your computer in the other "yes please" you mumble, focused on what you were doing.
"it's spring break, why?" he groans, shoving it into his bag.
"Just.." you give him a small smile, he would cancel the glamping trip instantly if he knew you were trying to work on your project and would definitely send you to your apartment alone to finish it. his sudden laugh causes you to look up at him.
"what"
"i honestly thought you'd be bringing your books with you" rolling your eyes at his comment he walks into the kitchen, his laugh dying as he stands behind you hugging you as he stops your hands from wrapping a snack as he intertwines his fingers with yours "you made a lot this time" he mumbles
"yeah, last time you ate my share"
"it always tastes better" he kisses your neck, your hair was braided and rested on your shoulder. his nose brushing against your skin as he continues to give you kisses. the dress you had on complimented all your curves, his free hand begins to play with the small bows resting on your shoulder which were the ones that held your top piece up.
"you look beautiful"
you could feel your ears heat up as you hear his low voice next to your ear "do we really have to go" he whines, his forehead resting on your shoulder. you chuckle "you're the one that said we had to go"
"yeah but I rather do something else" before you could ask him what that could be his hand was already traveling up your thigh gripping it slowly as he kissed your neck, slowly sucking on the exposed skin. "did you start it" he mumbles, titling your head to the side you give him more access to your neck "what" you breathe out, bitting your lower lip he nips your earlobe, a rush of heat surges throughout your body leading to your aching core.
"the pill"
"yes, last week" you answer automatically.
he chuckles at your quickness to answer him, "good" pulling your underwear aside he slides his finger in "look at that, already wet for me huh" he chuckles kissing your neck once more before he starts thrusting his finger into you. your legs tremble at the sudden pleasure, making you grip the counter. "don't worry, i'm holding you" his low voice doesn't help but his grip around your waist tightens as he adds another finger thrusting into you without warning. your hips in rhythm to his fingers, barely keeping your mind from going insane as the sensation travels through your body.
you can feel him getting hard as it pressed up against your ass, pressing your ass back, rubbing against him. "so fucking needy, are we?" he groans. gripping your jaw he turns your head, smashing his lips on to your as he molds your lips with his. the kiss starts off slow and sweet "come here" he says as he pulls his fingers out, a small moan escaping your mouth as he turns you. gripping your thighs he lifts you up, you wrap your legs and arms around him quickly as you felt like you would fall if you didn't. before you could say anything in the matter of you almost busting your shit he begins you kiss you once more as he starts to walks.
you didn't have any sense of direction, your fingers gripped his locks as he sucked on your lips, the two of you tumble onto the bed, giving you a second of air as he pulls his phone out of his pocket, tossing it somewhere on the bed. he continues to kiss you until you began to push at his shoulder begging for air. "you're still bad at this" he says between the kiss.
"fuck off" you curse at him, while you pull away and gasp for air, he doesn't waste time leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, licking, sucking. your grip on his locks stays firm as his hand cups your breast over the dress. "are you sure you want this" his index finger takes hold of your strap trialing up until he reaches the bow
"hmm" he kisses your shoulder, annoyed that he kept asking you the same question every time you cup his face forcefully and kissed him, sucking his bottom lip. unable to stop the quiet moan rising in your throat as your tongues rolled against each other, as he caressed your thighs resting between them. your dress falling to your waist as you expose your bottom to him. "you're so gorgeous, have i told you that" just as he began pressing his lips against your neck, cleavage. his phone rang.
"fuck" he groans. sitting up, he picks up his phone scowling at the caller ID. "are you gonna answ-"
"fuck no" pressing his finger against the side he slides on the screen turning off his phone completely as he tosses it towards the ground, not caring if something happened to his screen. your heart was beating against your chest as you watch him hold the hem of his shirt as he pulls it over his head, getting rid of it.
thump , thump
gripping your thighs as he pulls you down from you leaning on your elbows, he pulls your underwear as you lift your hips. he pressed two fingers into you. gasping, whining, trying to buck your hips as to grind yourself into his hand but he grinned at your attempt "you want it that bad huh" he stopped moving.
"yoongi" you whine, catching your breath
"what"
"please" his dick twitched at your pleading voice, but he felt like teasing you. you were right, lately he had been stressed. and how does he deal with stress?
by having sex, but he didn't want it to be a quick fuck and feel good on his own. no, it was you this was different, but as he watched you squirm underneath him, your eyes tearing up with pleasure as your mouth was agape at every sudden move.
"Don't tempt me y/n, it's using every inch of me to not just fuck you right now"
"I don't want it to be too painful for you, but your pushing it. i don't usually put too much time into this part" what am I saying he tells himself, wanting to slap himself for the dumb shit that came out of his mouth but instead he curled his fingers inside you as his thumb rubbed circles over your clit. you gripped his shoulder, gripping your thighs hard he lowers his mouth to you.
"fuck" you breath hitched, gripping the bed sheets. he licks from your core to your clit, licking through your folds as he takes every last drop of you. swirling his tongue around your clit before sealing his lips and sucking hard.
your body jolts, hand covering your mouth your head tipped back. pulling your thighs he brings you closer to him, his eyes watching you as you lose your mind over his tongue. your thighs tense, twitching under his hands. lifting his head, you quickly pull him into a kiss, eager to kiss him. if someone asked you what part of yoongi you loved the most it would be his lips. you smile into the kiss, yoongi ignoring it but his heart still squeezed at the small gesture.
he quickly unties the two bows that laid on your shoulders and pulled your dress off of you.exposing your chest to the cool air, sending shivers down your back. his hands slid down from your arms until they reached your breasts, curling his hands around and giving it a tight squeeze, getting a small whimper from you.
he skillfully plays with your nipples between his fingers as he begins to grind his hips against yours. taking your nipples between his teeth as he tugs on it gently. "please... yoongi" you whine. he ignores you, his soft lips connected with your nipple, sucking on it tenderly, while his one hand starts to play with your other nipple; rubbing it, squeezing it, pulling it and pinching it.
"you like this hmm" he touches your folds, feeling how dripping wet you were "you like having your tits sucked by me" he teased. not expecting a verbal response from you as your back arched once his lips connected again to your nipple.
leaning back he watches as you lay beneath him a complete mess. he caresses your thighs as he stares at you for a bit "you tired?" he smirks, pinching your thigh making your body jolt.
"I thought you didn't like spending a lot of time at this" you spat.
"but seeing you like this, it was worth it" he kisses your forehead. you sit up, kissing him passionately. he smirks as you suck on his lips but soon groans as you palm him through his pants "fuck" he growls as he holds your hand "look at you, getting hard from just watching and kissing me. who's really the needy one" you grin.
"you got a lot to say when it's you who want's my dick" taking the opportunity your lips attack his jaw, trailing down to his neck leaving kisses along the way, sucking on his skin harshly.
you feel as his breath becomes hitched, kissing his adam apple as he swallows hard. holding your waist he lets you do what you want, waiting for you to finish having your fun. your hand makes it's way to his waistband, swiftly freed his hard cock from its containment.
you begin to feel annoyed as he didn't voice his pleasure as you had done under his touch. but you can sense a bit of reluctance when your fingers caressed his length, your thumb rubbed over the tip. a string of curse words left his mouth as you began to move your hand, his hand on top of yours as he helped your clumsiness.
retreating your hand once he lets go, he stands from the bed undressing completely as he walks to a bag that he had packed.
pulling out a black box he opens it, taking out the string of condoms he drops the box. bringing them all to back with him.
"all of them" your eyes widen, voicing your mind without wanting to. he laughs at the fear in your eyes. "slow down, babe" he shakes his head as he laughed.
giving himself a few pumps he begins to put on the condom as he gets back in his place between your legs. wanting to see what he'd say you hold his hand "and if we don't use one"
a grin appears on his face " i don't think you can handle me without one yet" you pout at his remark. letting go of his hand "you act as if you're that great"
"you'll see right now" he grabs your ankle, pulling you down as pulls your waist towards him. rubbing the tip of his cock as it gets coated with your wetness.
he feels your body tense beneath him and his eyes dart towards your face "you can't do that, relax" he caresses your thigh. you give him a small nod, swallowing hard before you take a deep breath.
spreading the lips of your pussy he rubs the tip against your clit. lining his cock to your entrance he barely manages to enter his tip before you grips his arms, your body tensing up again. he stops moving, kissing you slowly as he waits till he feels you relax a little to enter you a bit more. "deep breaths, y/n" he whispers to your ear as he grips your waist lifting it slightly higher angling himself better. "wait" you cry out, and he stops moving. staring at you, as both your chests raise and fall at the same rhythm "this is torture y/n, i promise once i'm completely in and we start then you'll feel better" he groans as your body twitched.
"ok"
"can i?"
you nod, he kisses you once more. not moving at all as his tongue sucks on yours. your arms wrapped around him as you pull him closer to you. with a swift move, he thrusts his hips forward entering you completely a moan of contentment left his lips.
you bit down on your lower lip at the sudden pain, watching how yoongi's eyes shut for a split second as he mutters a curse. "are you alright" he manages to say.
you nod slowly, he waits for a moment as you calm down. trying to keep himself sane, his body shivers at your hips moving. "fuck" he curses gripping your waist "it's fine" you whisper, eager to feel him move inside you. as much as he wanted to give you what he wanted, he couldn't help but kiss you deeply instead wanting you to memorize everything about this moment knowing he was going to.
he wanted you to remember how it felt to have him inside you, and wish you'd only ever want him, kissing you deeply once more he began to moving his hips against yours, in a slow motion. his dick throbs inside you as your walls clenched around him "your so fucking tight, you're making it hard for me not to ignore that it's your first time" he seethes through his teeth as he shuts his eyes.
"just do it" you begged, his slow movements had helped but the pain you felt was now subsiding with something else. your words snapped the last string of sanity he had, yoongi caught his breath, having reached his limits of patience. gripping your lips as he motioned you to wrap them around his waist giving him a better angle to thrust in deeper.
yoongi slid out of you, but soon thrusted into you again, your thighs quivering as you held onto his arms for support. droplets of sweat trickled down his forehead and soaked his long lashes. you drew him closer, he released a moan, moving with greater urgency. soon all the pain you had felt disappeared, all you could feel was pleasure sending shivers down your spine. moaning softly as your bodies, pressed together, pulsated wildly like a pair of drums.
your body burning feverishly as you began to rock your hips, wishing he'd give you a more intense pleasure and he understood. he hungrily takes your lips, as if to devour you. rubbing his tongue against yours.
"you're driving me crazy" mumbling to himself as he begins to thrust more deeply into you. already had filling you completely, yet he drove himself in deeper as if he were still unsatisfied. you could no longer comprehend his nor the words coming out from your mouth as he thrusted into her faster each time. you felt how you were so close, your walls clenching around him causing him to make swifter moves as he entered you.
"y-yoongi" you cried out. he grunts at your voice, pulling out of you only to plunge even deeper. your back arches as your head falls back. kissing your neck, licking then sucking he hums against your skin as he feels you cum all over his cock. your nails dig into his arm as you convulsed with pleasure. your body sending him over the edge before long, he reached his climax making you shudder as he continues to pound into you.
when yoongi finally eventually raised himself, you could see his lust filled eyes. and a part of you knew that he needed more. you lay as he sits back both of you catching your breath. you watching him remove the condom but he was hard again, standing from the bed as a groan escapes his mouth you suddenly grab his arm pulling him back.
catching him off guard, he pressing on the bed on one knee before he could fall on top of you "what's wrong? are you pain?" he asks, his eyes filled with concern
"where are you going" you ask quietly
"i'm gonna toss this out" he caresses your face, kissing your forehead, he gets up once more getting rid of the condom.
"yoongi"
"hmm" he answers, coming back to you. "you're still hard, did you no-"
"don't mind me, get up you have to go-" not wanting him to reject you, you pull him into a kiss once more, as you push your body back you bring him with you.
"fuck...I really want to go eas-"
"i didn't ask you to" you whine
"I haven't had sex ever since you started playin this game of yours, don't start something you won't be able to handle"
his eyes scanned your face, muttering a curse he abruptly grabs you, flipping you face down on the bed. before you could process what he was doing you hear him rip another condom and wasted no time as he rubbed is large, still-erect shaft against your opening. entering you before you could even speak you grip the bed sheets at the sensitivity of your insides due to your recent climax. he begins to move his hips after a moment of letting you adjust, pushing your legs apart with his knee he thrusts deeper making you fall flat on your stomach. his tip pounding into a particular part causing your back to arch.
"wait s-slow down"
"I told you not to start something" he whispers to your ear before kissing your back "y-yoongi, it feels so good" you cried out. your words not helping but rather causing him to quicken his pace as he thrusts his hips into you. you walls clench around him and in a moment you climaxed him following you.
as he pulled out of you, hearing your small whimpers he wished he had done it raw. wanting to feel you more, but he needed to control himself, he already did more than he told himself he would. as you laid on your back, your eyes closed as you felt your heart not calming down at all.
yoongi peppered you with gentle pecks as he brushed back your hair that stuck to your forehead due to the sweat. "Sorry I was harsh on you wasn't I" he kisses your cheek.
"No" you assure him, kissing him back.
you showered first, he ran around getting everything for you. going to his packed luggage to pull out a big shirt of his so you wouldn't have to wear something tight on your sensitive nips that he bit and sucked on.
after you returned to the bedroom you found him changing the bed sheets, he took a quick shower. "are you hungry" he walks into the room drying his hair with a towel.
"not really, what time even is it" you reach down picking up his phone that had landed by the night stand. checking the screen you see that the screen was in good shape and nothing had happened. turning the phone to yoongi who was leaning against the frame as he dried his hair looked uninterested in the condition the phone could be in. you begin to turn the phone on as you see him walk out of the room.
he walks into the kitchen, opening the bag of snacks you had packed and found a container filled with grapes and strawberries. grabbing two napkins he opens the container tossing the top into the sink as he makes way back to the room.
"you got 10 missed calls from you're dad, 5 missed calls from your mom and a shit load of messages" you show him his phone which he takes from your hand, placing it on the night stand. "here eat this, even if your not hungry" he grabs a grape, pressing it against your lips your reluctant to eat it at first which his brow raises in question.
opening your mouth slightly he pushes the grape in, as you begin to chew he eats one as well. walking around to the opposite side he gets in the bed. back up against the headboard as he picks up a strawberry this time which you had already taken the green stem from them earlier "here" he says, bitting the big strawberry to a smaller bite size. you smile at him, crawling up to him as you sit facing him. letting him feed you.
you both only ate to the middle of the container before his lips were all over yours once more. you were straddling him, his thumb brushed against the outline of your lips "should we not go to the trip" he says.
"you told them we would" which he shrugs in response as if saying he didn't give a shit.
you laugh at his response. "where even is my phone" you look around "my mom must've been calling me too, she thought we were coming" he then pulls you into a hug.
"she'll be fine"
"what you gonna tell my dad huh" you arch your brow at him, which he purses his lips in thought "that we couldn't make it cause I was too busy fucking his dau-" you slap his chest playfully as the two of you start laughing.
"we'll come up with an excuse when we have to cross that bridge" and as if they were hearing his phone rings, father written as the caller ID.
"speaking of the devil" he lifts the phone, answering it.
you could hear his dad clearly upset as he yelled from the other end. while yoongi in the other hand stared at you eyeing your body as he plays with the hem of his shirt which fell on your thighs. you had nothing but your underwear underneath.
the call continued, and all he did was listen as his hand caressed your thigh his thumb brushing against your skin.
suddenly, his hand stops and his jaw clenches. "i'm not interested, I told you" he says through clench teeth. you stare at him worried as he tilts his head back, letting out a long frustrated sigh. you then placed your hand on his naked chest, he didn't move at all as he continues to hear his father rant about something you couldn't make out. leaning into him you begin to kiss his neck making his body tense up as he lifts his head to face you he mouths cut it out
but you ignore him and continue to kiss and suck on his skin as he had done to you earlier. but he wasn't having it and pushes you back gently, grabbing a grape and pressing it into your lips as you take it in.
he laughs at your shock face, soon regretting it as you hear his dad yell once more. but you couldn't keep it in and laughed too.
he lets out a sigh "i'm with y/n, I couldn't go home cause she needed me for something" he grins, giving you thigh a good grip, your face blushing a pink color as he passes the phone to you.
"y/n, darling how you been" he exclaims
"i'm good, sorry i kept yoongi back" you shyly say into the phone, he automatically says it was fine and began to ask you how you were doing. you open your mouth to answer but you end up gasping as your feel yoongi grope your ass, his lips were against your clothed nipple as sucked through the shirt. "you're right" you say letting out a chuckle as you press your palm against his forehead pushing him away.
"yes, next time i'll make sure he goes home" you say goodbye, hanging up the phone "why" you glare at him.
"what" he shrugs "you can do it but I can't?" he scoffs
"you're something"
"and your gorgeous" he hugs you tightly. you both laid in the bed and talked about random things, or kissed. you never really thought he was the kissing type of guy and it made you wonder if he made all the other girls feel all jittery inside. did he lay in bed with them too just as we are now.
he watches you as you hug his waist, head on his arm. his hand caresses your cheek as he lifts your chin "what are you thinking about" he mumbles.
"nothing" you give him a small smile but he doesn't buy it "come on, tell me what is it"
"it's dumb"
"ok, let me be the one to tell you" he laughs as you try to move away from him, rolling your eyes. "i'm joking come on, come here" he manages to bring you back but only cause you let him. "we're you like this with them too" you mumble, hiding your face into this chest. he couldn't comprehend your words so he tried to pull you back and make you repeat it.
"just forget it, i'm overthinking shit" you whine.
"come on tell me" he whines back, mimicking you.
"fine, I said if you were like this with them too" your cheeks became a dark shade of red as you stared at him. he was confused, not really understanding. and why would he know what you meant right away, he was enjoying this. enjoying this moment with you, not thinking about anyones else but you.
"who?"
nibbling on your lip you speak up "all your other girls, eunju for example"
"If i'm meeting up to have sex then that's it" he sits up, annoyed that you brought her up again, not really understanding why she had to be brought up to begin with. you stared at him as if not believing his words.
"plus we're dating remember" either way, it's you. so how can I treat you coldly. he should of said but couldn't
his hand itched to touch your face and comfort you but you're next words stopped him from doing so.
"fake dating" you say, regretting instantly as his face twists with a emotion you had never seen.
index | next
taglist: @baechugff @yoongibaybee , @gimeow , @pjmsneverland , @eissenheimer, @taetaechim7 , @acquiescence804 ,@seoullove96 , @thetaehyungstan , @waitaminswife , @keshiadeija , @camelia122344 , @gaby-93 , @amarawayne , @ykkjm
#min yoongi x reader#yoongi fanfic#yoongi scenerio#yoongi smut#bts smut#namjoonscoffeeshop#bts angst#bts college au#bts fluff
101 notes
·
View notes
Note
Can you possibly do a scenario of this?
You and GOT7 Jackson are filming a roommate kind of reality show but with his members and yours, and one night he shyly confesses to you and you tell him you like him too off camera
If that's possible, thank you in advance ☺️
Jackson Wang x reader
Genre: fluff
It had been several weeks since you had started staying in the group house with GOT7. This being your first reality show since your group's debut, you quickly gained popularity among the viewers, particularly for your brewing friendship with Jackson Wang.
Despite your anxiety and the pressure to be well-liked among your fans and avoid hate from Ahgase, you quickly bonded with him over the other boys. In the beginning, he often engaged you during group discussions and games, looking in your direction for approval. Each morning, he would offer to make breakfast for you and himself once you entered the kitchen. Then, you were forced to share a room with him due to uneven and inconvenient rooming arrangements. The last few nights, you talked for hours upon end out of camera view, laughing, having occasional pillow fights following bickering, and waking up to see him sleeping soundly under the comforters in his bed. Among the chaos, you were admittedly having a great time during your minor escape from the busy life of an idol.
Tonight, you began putting your hair up to begin your nightly routine per usual, before Jackson stuck his head in the door, softly knocking.
"How much longer are you going to take? Are you removing your entire face?"
You giggled, throwing a cloth at the door, "beauty takes time Mr. Wang"
He rolled his eyes, turning around and flopping on his bed. 15 minutes later, you exited the bathroom, makeup-free and fresh from the shower. Your wet hair soaked the back of your oversized t-shirt, causing a wet spot to form.
Jackson sat up from his position, "Why didn't you dry your hair? Come over here," he grabbed a towel from the end of his bed.
Before you could protest, he grabbed your wrist, dragging you to sit between his legs. He gently pushed your hair out of your face before he began patting the sides of your head.
"You're so pretty," he began to focus on the strands of your hair wrapping around his fingers, "I'm not sure if I've told you that."
Your face flushed at the intimate contact, "No, you haven't told me"
He smiled slightly, still stroking your head with the towel, "I should've. I think it all the time."
You stayed silent, partially not knowing how to respond, but also trying to read what he was thinking as you leaned back into his chest.
"You know," he breathed, "if we weren't in this situation, I wouldn't mind living like this."
You shifted your head to the side, making eye contact. "With roommates?"
He paused his movements, "no, with you."
You hesitate, listening to the rhythm of your breaths, "I'm not sure what you mean-"
"Yes, you do," he interrupts. "If we weren't on this show, if you felt the same way, if I could do this for real, I would do it with you. Everything: making breakfast for you, brushing our teeth together, going to sleep with you next to me, and hearing your voice when I wake up."
You tilt your head up, leaving your lips inches away from his, "but this isn't real."
A smile creeps onto his face before he leans over your shoulder, pressing his lips against yours.
He pulls away, leaving a lingering taste, "No, but that was."
#stray kids#stray kids smut#bang chan#stray kids fluff#stray kids reactions#kpop#jyp#skz#stray kids imagines#got7#got7 fluff#got7 reactions#got7 jinyoung#got7 scenerios#got7 imagines#got7 jackson#jackson wang smut#jackson wang#bts imagines#bts fluff#exo#pentagon smut#pentagon#fluff#seventeen#nct#nct 127#nct u#nct dream#twice
286 notes
·
View notes
Text
Oh, baby!
Reader x Yoongi | Part 46//??
Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?
Warnings ➪ any typos are mine;
A/n: …heyyyyyyyy~~~~ I’ve been gone a while huh. Here’s a small update to hold y’all off 💕 As always feedback is appreciated and if you want to be added to the tag list please let me know 💕💕 any crossed out names are people that I was not able to tag.
Previous Next
Tag List: @unicornbabylover @halesandy @supernoonanyc @aianloveseven @hannahdinse8 @lyndseygoregasmxo @aunoiire @brbkpop @nochuwastaken @tinyoonsblog @borahae-reads @jinscharms @phenomenalgirl9 @yoongiigolden @girlwithluv0613 @yaboiithewreck @mint--yoongs @ysljoon @hyunjingin @yu-justme @damn-u-min-yoongi @lovelytaes-blog @so-da-1 @cruelsummer-s @seolaquotes @lovelgirl22 @dreamamubarak @leanimal90 @atinymonbebestay @astudyoftimeywimeystuff @jaiuneamesolitaiire
Fic Masterlist
#bts#bts imagines#bts fics#bts fanfic#bts social media au#bts non idol au#bts fluff#bts x reader#bts single dad au#bts angst#bts crack#bts scenerios#bts sm au#yoongi#reader x yoongi#bts fake social media#bangtan#bangtan sm au#bangtan fluff#bangtan imagine#bangtan fic#bangtan fanfic#bangtan social media au#bangtan non idol au#bangtan single dad au#bangtan crack#bangtan angst#bangtan scenarios#bangtan fake texts#fic: oh baby
101 notes
·
View notes
Text
My True Love Gave To Me; myg.
Pairing: Secret Admirer! Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Fluff, you really gotta squint to miss it. Friends-to-lovers.
Rating & Warnings: PG. Very mild stuff here, pals. Some pining. Reader is very obtuse at what's right in front of her. Yoongi wears a arguably awesome ugly holiday sweater.
Word Count: 2.6K
A/N: Hello, hello! This is my secret santa fic for @btswritingcafe and the 2021 cafe fic exchange! I know this is late BUT hopefully that is better than never! @minvrse, hi Nix! I'm Snickerdoodle anon! I am so sorry you had to wait so long for this! I hope you enjoy this fic and that it brings you a little belated holiday joy!
Like my work? Join my taglist!
Every winter, the sleepy town of Bangtan Heights comes alive to celebrate the Christmas season.
Freshly-cut trees decorate the display windows along main street.
Pine garland is hung from the lamp posts alongside brightly colored tinsel and strands of multi-colored lights.
Mistletoe adorns every door and branches of holly are nestled above frosted windows.
The local park is transformed into a walk-through, illuminated winter wonderland. Large wooden cutouts of reindeer and elves make themselves at home amongst the lights, welcoming all who find themselves walking the decorated trails.
The small community college on the edge of town hosted everything from plays to concerts to celebrate the holiday season for the entirety of the months of November and December.
For most people, the tourist town is little more than something they spend the year dreaming of, longing for days where snows fall until everything is covered in white and the smell of peppermint lingers in the air. However, for you and the other residents of Bangtan Heights, the town is home and Christmas isn’t contained to the month of December; the Heights is your own personal North Pole, a place where holiday cheer is an all-year-long affair. With only a week left until Christmas day, the town’s holiday spirit is at its height.
After weeks of receiving anonymous notes and gifts from a secret admirer, fall left on your desk and waiting for you when you enter the lecture hall on Monday mornings for your first class of the day. It started as little notes, folded slips of paper and scrawled handwriting wishing you a good day or recommending songs that the writer thought you would enjoy. Eventually, gifts - everything from baked goods and all kinds of sweets to CD’s burned with personalized playlists meant just for you - were added into the mix, each wrapped in patterned paper and topped with bows colored in gold and silver and red. The last note, left only this morning, asked for you to meet your secret admirer here so they can unmask themselves and put an end to your curiosity.
You had tried to put the pieces together, spending late nights listening to the playlists on repeat and rereading the notes until you could recite them all from memory hoping for some kind of clue. Some kind of hint at who was behind it all.
Tonight, the local cafe and bakery - Tinsel & Tea - is hosting its annual gingerbread house decorating contest. Town residents would pile into the store and vote on which of the houses lining the pastry case was the best and at the end of the night, the winner would be announced and gifted with a year's worth of hot cocoa and coffee from Tinsel & Tea.
You bounce back and forth on the balls of your feet as you wait outside of the cafe, shoving your ungloved hands into the pockets of your coat to fight off some of the stiffness that had settled into your fingertips. The layers you are wearing are doing little to ward off the frigid winter chill that creeps up on you, each gust of wind freezing you to the bone and leaving wayward snowflakes stuck to your eyelashes and the shoulders of your heavy coat.
Realistically, you know you could wait inside, but for whatever reason - one that you can’t quite put your finger on - you can’t seem to trade in the December frost for the cozier alternative of the cafe.
You give tight-lipped smiles to the people coming and going from the cafe as their passing gazes linger on your shivering form. You can hear the faint Christmas music Jin insists on playing for the entire month of December and friendly chatter, the muffled sounds clearer each time the cafe door is opened before falling back into place, closing you off from the tempting warmth.
You pull your phone out of your coat pocket for the fifth time since finding yourself on the sidewalk outside of the cafe, fingers trembling as you tap the screen and the device comes to life in your hand.
7:27 pm.
Whoever is behind the notes is running late. 27 minutes late, to be exact.
You had to meet at the cafe at seven tonight. You can’t help but wonder if they had gotten cold feet and were standing you up. The thought of that leaves your stomach sinking and lungs tightening. You would like to think that if someone was willing to go through the trouble of leaving the notes for nearly two months now, they would be here.
They would show up.
You let your thoughts wander, imagining who it is you’re meant to be meeting for what has to be the millionth time today alone.
Maybe it was Kim Namjoon.
You have known him for as long as you could remember. He was your next-door neighbor and the son of your parent’s long-time best friends. By proxy, he became yours. Holidays and birthdays were spent side by side until it became your norm.
Maybe it was Park Jimin.
He was always the one to make grand gestures of love for the people he had interest in. Senior year of high school, he managed to bribe the principal’s secretary to open the locker of the girl he planned on asking to prom. He skipped the first two classes of the day to fill the small space with an obscene amount of different colored wildflowers and exactly one hundred folded origami hearts and butterflies.
Maybe it was neither of them.
Maybe it was Jeon Jungkook or Kim Taehyung or Jung Hoseok or any of the others that had come and gone from your life between high school and your first couple of years of college.
“You know, most people make it a point to get out of the cold when they start shaking like a leaf. They choose not to freeze.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes at the familiar voice, looking to your left to see Min Yoongi coming down the sidewalk.
His family owned the gem of Bangtan Heights, The Min Family Christmas Tree Farm. The farm was home to acres upon acres of stunning trees, each full and a vibrant green. Your own family has gone out to the Min’s every year for as long as you can remember to pick out the perfect tree.
“Well, I guess I’m not like most people.” You counter back.
“Clearly.” He scoffs, rubbing his hands together to bring some warmth into them and ward off the numbness left by the freezing temperature. “What are you doing standing out here anyway? You’re going to get sick.”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m waiting for someone.”
“Oh? Like a date?”
“Something like that.”
“Do I know him?”
You fight the urge to roll your eyes a second time, hands balling into fists in your coat pockets.
“Does it matter?”
It wasn’t that you didn’t like Min Yoongi. The problem was that at one point in time, not all that long ago, you liked him maybe a little too much.
He had been all you thought about, a constant roaring in your mind when you were sure you weren’t even a whisper in his. He was a part of your circle back in high school, always the one who preferred to sit back and watch with the corners of his lips tugged up in a barely there smile than steal the spotlight from the others in your friend group. He wasn’t much of a conversationalist but when he did speak, it was as if he knew that his words held weight. He seemed to calculate and choose each and every word, every sentence, with the utmost care and thought. You used to wonder if he knew how you would wait with baited breath, hanging onto every word he said in utter fascination.
“I guess not.”
The sound of Yoongi’s voice breaks you free from your thoughts, tugging you back towards reality.
“I’m sorry.” You sigh, breath fogging in front of your face in a puff of white smoke. “I’m just a little on edge. I…I didn’t mean to be so rude.”
“It’s cool.” His lips quirk upwards and for a moment you forget about everything that isn’t him. That isn’t his smile or the sound of his voice. That isn’t his hair, dyed a dirty blonde that makes him look ethereal. “What do you say we go inside? Look at this year’s gingerbread houses? I’ll keep you company until your date decides to show up.”
“I don’t know…”
“Look, it’s got to be better than staying out here and catching frostbite, right?”
“Fine.” You relent, stepping past the cafe threshold when Yoongi opens the door and motions you inside.
The warmth is a welcome change from the snowfall and bitter cold outside.
You shrug out of your coat, eyes widening when you see the sweater Yoongi had hidden beneath his own. Your jaw all but drops in shock as you take in his surprisingly festive attire. The center of the woven green yarn is home to a choir of brightly stitched dinosaurs, gathered in a group with their mouths open as if they are singing carols together in a prehistoric melody. Scarfs adorn their necks in reds and whites and knitted caps are sitting askew on their heads. Music notes are scattered above their heads and upon closer inspection, they seem to be twinkling, little multi-colored lights sticking out from the fabric.
“I’m offended.” You let out a scoff. “You look great in an ugly Christmas sweater. This is a scam.”
“It’s just a sweater, Y/N.”
“Still. The whole point of ugly Christmas sweaters is that they’re just that. Ugly. No one is supposed to actually look good in them and yet here you are. An exception to that universal rule.”
The apples of Yoongi’s cheeks glow a bright pink and you bite down the feeling of satisfaction bubbling up inside of you at being able to draw such a reaction from the normally stoic man.
“So, tell me more about this mystery date of yours.”
“There’s not much to tell, honestly.” You shrug, walking towards the pastry case at the front of the store to get a look at this year’s entries for the gingerbread contest.
“Oh?” A single raised brow, disappearing behind the fringe of his slightly overgrown bangs.
“It’s…it’s kind of stupid, you know? Someone’s been leaving me notes in one of my classes. They never say who they’re from or anything, but they asked to meet here tonight. It’s getting kind of late and it’s already way past when we were supposed to meet so it looks like they don’t plan on showing up.”
Yoongi is quiet for a moment, trailing behind you. When you look over your shoulder at him, his eyebrows are pinched and his lips are set in a straight line.
“What’s with the face?”
He schools his features into a mask of indifference and shakes off whatever had been troubling him.
“It’s nothing.” He shakes his head and leans forward to get a closer look at the first cookie house in the line-up. “Maybe they got scared.”
“Huh?”
“Your secret admirer. Maybe they started to overthink it and were afraid that you would be disappointed.”
“Disappointed?”
“Yeah.” Yoongi shrugs. “Just a thought.”
You mull over his words.
You hadn’t thought of that before. Maybe Yoongi was right.
Whoever they were, they had chosen to keep their identity a secret from the beginning. There had never been a note signed with a name or some kind of defining clue given to lead you to whoever was behind it. Maybe revealing the truth was simpler in theory and, when it came down to it, following through with the plans they made was easier said than done. Their fear could have gotten the better of them, gathering whatever courage they had mustered up to ask you to meet up with them in the first place.
“Maybe.” You sigh, moving down the line to take in the rest of the gingerbread houses on display.
At the end of the line, the last gingerbread house settled towards the back of the case all but takes your breath away. You bend at the waist to get a closer look at the detailing. Whoever had created this gingerbread house had surely seen it as a labor of love, ensuring that it was automatically recognizable.
You’d know what it was meant to be anywhere.
You had watched Up dozens of times, had memorized the little things that made Carl and Ellie’s house a home. You had fallen in love with the purple scalloped shingles on the roof and the pink hued window frames. You had dreamed of walls colored green and yellow and blue.
And this…This was all of that brought to life and baked to perfection.
Gumdrop balloons hover over the sugared roof, the sides of the house expertly painted in different colored icings. The cookie porch is lopsided and dusted in powdered sugar snow. The house is surrounded by a white picket fence. A white mailbox with two small hand prints rests at the gate.
“Do you like it?”
“What?” You reluctantly peel your eyes away from the confection to catch Yoongi’s eye over your shoulder.
“Yeah.” He reaches a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck and you can’t help but notice the flush to his cheeks. “The house. Up is your favorite movie, right?”
“It…Yeah, it is. Did you do this?” You straighten and point towards the house. “Did you make this?”
“I did.”
“For me?”
“Yeah.”
“Why…why would you do that?”
“I’m your secret admirer.”
“Why didn’t you say anything when you ran into me outside?” Your eyebrows furrow and your heart stutters. “Why did you let me think that you hadn’t shown up?”
“I already told you.” He frowns, the downturn of his lips enough to make your chest ache. “I was afraid you would be disappointed that it was me. I…I’ve been in love with you for years and I was a coward. I could never bring myself to tell you how I felt. When I started leaving the notes, I never really thought about what came next. About whether I ever really planned on telling you it was me or not. I get it if you don’t feel the same way, that’s totally cool. I-”
“I wanted it to be you.” You cut him off, mouth set into a wide grin and hand reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his.
“What?” He stares down at your interlaced fingers for a moment.
“I wanted it to be you. Only you.” Your grin widens. “I just wish it hadn’t taken you so long. I’ve spent years pining after you. It seems like we have a lot of time to make up for, don’t you think?”
“Yeah.” His features morph into a reflection of your own, joy radiating from him. “I think you’re right. Might as well start now. No time like the present.”
He tightens his grip on your hands and pulls you into him, wrapping his free arm around your shoulders. He smells like cinnamon and vanilla and you can’t help but think that you’ve made it.
You still had questions, still needed answers, but for now this was enough. You wanted to bask in the warmth of newfound love and live in the moment.
You’ve found your home and it wasn’t made of wood - or gingerbread - and painted in bright colors.
It was right here.
It was Yoongi.
#bangtaninn#btshoneyhive#btswritingcafe#bts min yoongi#bts imagine#bts fanfic#bts scenerio#bts angst#bts fluff#min yoongi imagine#min yoongi reader insert#min yoongi x reader#myg x reader#min yoongi fluff#min yoongi angst#bts#bangtan seonyandan#bangtan#bangtan imagine#bts reactions#sunshinejunghoseokie writes#bts au#enemies to lovers au#castlebangtan#houseofincantations#cafeficexchange21#btsgoldnet#bts christmas fic#bts holiday fic
173 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
daltanious78
Senza titolo
daltanious78
Senza titolo
woozismolbum
wenwhore~
isukassandra
maláka!
vale-nee
Vale