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def-initely-soul · 4 years

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Aloha you piece of sexy beast, from the first link, 4th bullet with yoongi plox. 😼😻 Pliz anything but angst 😅

asdfghgfdsa I LOVE THIS YES

pairing: yoongi from BTS x reader (f.)

prompts: we hate each other but we were invited to a mutual friend’s party and were warned to be civil so you complimented my costume and fuck you, I haven’t changed yet

genre: humour; smut; e2l au; explicit

warnings: mature language; unprotected intercourse; graphic intercourse; choking; degradation (kind of?)

words: 7.2k (ahHASHhahhHhahHHAhhAH yes im a simp for yoongi sue me)

The time is getting closer and closer, an unwelcome feeling of despair running through your bones as you watch the clock ticking away, closer to what you’ve been dreading since the beginning of the month.

Jimin’s Halloween Party.

And what makes it worse is that you can’t avoid it. You can’t simply show up, spend the appropriate amount of time without being perceived as flaky and then leave to return to the comfort of your own home.

No, because Jimin’s having the party at his apartment. And you’re his roommate.

Another clang sounds from behind your door, out in the living room where the preparations are taking place and you suppress down a sigh. Jimin’s friends are over to help him decorate and, even if he asked your help a thousand times now, you’ve helped him with the food earlier and that’s as far as you’re willing to go.

You wanted some peace and quiet before the chaos began even if it was for a few hours. Though it seems you can’t get much of that when there’s an active battlefield out there.

With a groan of exertion, you get out of your bed, pushing your laptop to the side to go out there and see what all the fuss is about.

The living room is a complete mess; empty balloons decorate the floor as Jimin’s best friend Taehyung tries to inflate them, there’s a garland hanging depressingly from the ceiling that seems to be an assortment of spiders? You can’t really tell, not with Namjoon shaking it violently so it can come off. Jimin tries to make the fog machine work, though with not very much success while Yoongi simply stares at his friends trying to make this whole thing resemble a party.

You roll your eyes. Of course, he wouldn’t help. But you shake your head at that thought. Jimin had warned you to be civil tonight. He wouldn’t put up with another fighting match between the two of you, no matter how much it would entertain his guests.

Truth is you hate the boy. Okay, maybe hate is a strong word corroborating with a strong feeling, and you definitely don’t have any strong feelings for Min Yoongi. You refuse to.

“I see everything’s going swell...” your sarcasm is tangible as you step into the room, crossing your hands on your chest as all four pair of eyes turn to your direction. Namjoon smiles at you, Taehyung gives you a wave and Yoongi simply stares back.

Creep.

“Y/N, please help uuuuuuus...” Jimin whines cutely, his cheeks puffing out as he gives you a demonstration of his best puppy stare. You’ve helped him out of so many situations that could’ve been avoided if he just listened to you. Like tonight, for example. He didn’t listen to you when you said Namjoon wouldn’t be able to do much to help and would probably mess something up. You like Namjoon, you really do but you have to admit he’s a bit clumsy and that’s certainly something you shouldn’t be when decorating for a party.

And he certainly didn’t listen to you when you told him to not invite Yoongi altogether.

After all, this is your house too.

Namjoon gives his neck a scratch as he stops pulling on the garland that looks pulls away from being ripped. “Yeah, we could use another hand...”

You smile at him. You take a step forward, grabbing a chair and climbing on it to remove the garland from the stray nail it seems to be stuck on.

“There. Now please don’t tug at it anymore or you’re gonna rip it in half,” you joke as you pass him the garland and Namjoon blushes in embarrassment.

Jimin gasps. “See? I told you to stop doing that! Y/N, please, these idiots are gonna ruin my party...” he says as he nears you, tugging at your arm like a child with a pout that matches one.

You roll your eyes fondly at him, realizing you really don’t have a choice. “Fine, what do you want me to do?”

Jimin’s eyes gleam with satisfaction as he drags you towards the fog machine. “I need you to look over this because it’s not working and Yoongi has been little to no help,” he responds sending a glare to the blond boy supporting himself on the kitchen island.

“I tried to help but you didn’t like my answer,” he speaks for the first time since you stepped foot into the living room and you rest your eyes on the machine to not look at him instead.

“He said it’s broken...” Jimin says to you as Yoongi throws his hands in the air in a huff.

“Hm... let me take a look at it...” you say thoughtfully as your eyes are already resting on the machine. Jimin leaves to help Taehyung with the balloons, leaving you alone to your ministrations.

You enjoy the comfortable silence for so long before another figure comes to stand near you and watch over your work.

You pay Yoongi no mind as you check the cables and find the one little thing that’s chipped at some part.

“There it is...” you say, removing the cable from both outlets and throwing it away.

“I could have told you that...” Yoongi comments nonchalantly and you turn to look at him, really look at him for the first time.

All of them are already dressed for the party and Yoongi is no different. He’s going as Han Solo; black boots, a pair of jeans and a holster for his fake blaster, black vest and a white shirt that’s open, revealing his collarbones where your eyes unwillingly trail.

You remove your gaze immediately, ready to be humiliated if he finds out you’ve been openly staring at a glimpse of his naked skin.

Shit, no, he’s a creep. Stop drolling, Y/N.

“You didn’t though...” you reply instead, and if he did got whiff of your wondering eyes he doesn’t let it show.

“And how do you plan on solving that problem? If you don’t have a spare cable, and I doubt you do, this is as good as dead,” he comments indifferently, eyes travelling to the machine and you ignore his barely conceited mockery as you sport a victorious smile.

“As I matter of fact, I do!” you announce before going to the kitchen to search through the cabinets. You emerge victorious after scavenging the third drawer and find the replacing cable. You trudge over to the machine as Yoongi watches you.

He keeps doing that. He should stop.

He presses his lips together as if trying to stop himself from speaking, while you crouch in front of the machine and insert the cable into both outlets. You press the button and -ta-dah!- the system is fully functioning once more.

Jimin makes a fist in the air with a soft “yes” escaping his lips before he throws you a wink. “Thanks so much, babe, I promise I owe you brunch!” he claims before going on to inflate some more balloons.

You turn around with a triumphant smirk as Yoongi currently stares at the machine as if simply by staring he can make it stop working again.

“I could’ve done that if I knew you already had a cable...” he mumbles, almost in a pout and you have to remind yourself you don’t like him to stop staring.

You nod as if to appease him, crossing your arms on your chest, not knowing what to do with yourself now that you solved one problem. You figure Yoongi is gonna move along to some other thing, not wanting to be with you no more than necessary.

But he stays. For some reason you both just stand there, unsure of what to do as the other three guys run around the living room. As seconds tick by, you find yourself getting flustered -why are you getting flustered, Jesus- and Yoongi looks everywhere by you. His phone is on the kitchen island, why won’t he go there instead?

At some point, a gleam enters his eyes and he returns his stare to you, making you jump in alert.

“I, uuuh...” he starts, voice hesitant and you realise what he’s trying to do. He’s trying to hold a conversation with you. Be civil.

Though it’d be perfectly fine by you if he simply ignored you.

“I, uh, I like your costume! The perfect broke college student!” he says, clearly awkward with this. Your eyes drop to your clothes; you’re into a pair of grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt with black bean sauce spots on it and your hair is currently resembling a bird’s nest on top of your head.

And worst of all, it’s not a costume.

You press your lips tightly together to avoid cursing at him, seeing as he really seems to believe this is a costume.

“I’m.not.changed.yet,” you grit through your teeth and Yoongi’s eyes widen in horror.

For a second he stays like this, clearly shaken by his idiocy and you think he’ll start apologizing any second now.

Instead, he presses his lips together. As if trying not laugh.

Your eyes see red once more. This freaking asshole! You can’t be civil around him, that’s what it gets you! You have to bite the inside of your cheek to not go full berserk on him now. Instead, you turn around, the rolling of your eyes coming out instinctively as you stomp away to your room.

Once the door is closed the sound of unfiltered laughter is clear in your ears.

It’s been two hours, thirteen minutes and forty seconds since you’ve disappeared into your bedroom.

Not that Yoongi’s been counting or anything.

The party is in full bloom, everyone else already having shown up and Yoongi finds himself talking to Seokjin that came dresses as -surprise, surprise- a certain Italian plumber going by the name Mario.

He’s not exactly sure how he manages to do it every time. Pissing you off that is.

It is also unclear to him how he seamlessly fell into the position of your rival. He never wished to be, never tried to and somehow he always finds himself in this unfortunate situation.

A little voice in the back of his head warns him that it’s his own doing but he chooses to ignore that voice.

He stares into his cup lazily, the only true reason he came to the party missing and he sighs, because, honestly, like it wasn’t enough that he thought you were already in costume, he couldn’t keep the giggles to himself either.

He’s positive you’re fuming now and will certainly tear him a new one if given the chance. Jimin’s request for courtesy be damned.

And, as usual, instead of taking it like he should (seeing as he’s in the wrong), his competitive streak will make its appearance and he’ll act as if he’s done nothing to warrant such a reaction.

Sometimes Yoongi wonders what goes on in that mind of his. Clearly, there must be something wrong with it, for him to act like such a jackass to the girl he likes.

A movement to his right, not too far away from him, catches his eye and he turns his head instinctively towards the sudden motion, the thought that this is where your door is, briefly passing his mind.

Although, he ponders, maybe if he paid a little more attention to that thought, he wouldn’t be staring at you with his mouth open right now.

You finally decided to grace the party with your appearance, and Yoongi chuckles at the choice of words as he gazes at your costume.

You’re dressed in a white, midi, puffed skirt with black details around the waist paired with low, black kitten heels. On the top, you’re wearing a black, short-sleeved blouse with an almost off-shoulder, v-neck neckline, where a set of pearl earrings and necklace grace your skin. There’s a white, almost transparent shawl hanging softly from your arms and you’re sporting a pair of white gloves as well. Your hair is smooth, styled back and ending in big, slick curls at the bottom.

You’re dressed as Grace Kelly in the movie “Rear Window” and Yoongi can’t get his fucking eyes away from you.

Holy fuck, how do you look so beautiful?

Admittedly, to Yoongi you’d look beautiful even with a sack of potatoes but that’s not the point.

Well, he has no fucking idea what the point is. Maybe it’s his inability to form a coherent phrase in your presence without sounding like a completely pompous jerk. Maybe it’s the glint in your eyes as you take in the party and seem to finally enjoy the vibe. Or maybe it’s just the way he can’t keep his eyes away.

Your eyes find him for a second. Only for a second but it has you halting in your steps. You stare back, uncertain of why he does too, but there’s something different in the way he’s looking at you right now. He’s never looked at you like that before.

Or maybe you just hadn’t noticed.

You shake your head of any thoughts of him as you approach Jimin, Taehyung and Namjoon across the living room.

There’s a whistling noise coming from Jimin’s best friend as Jimin’s eyes widen and Namjoon’s mouth hangs open at the sight of you in costume.

You smile knowingly at the three friends, giving them a twirl to see your skirt in action as you giggle joyfully.

“Look at you, hoe! You clean up niiiiiiice!” Jimin says, approaching you as his eyes travel all over the outfit with an appreciative glint.

“I only wanted to look my best for my roommate’s party!” you wink shamelessly at him and he giggles, shoving you lightly.

“And are you sure it had nothing to do with Yoongi’s comment earlier?” he asks mischievously and you lose your train of thought as you redden in embarrassment. You had no idea Jimin heard that but you’ll be damned if you let him think that’s true.

“Of course not! I had this planned the minute you said you were gonna throw a party!” you smile back, quickly composing yourself, although the costume you were actually planning on wearing mocks you from the floor of your bedroom where it’s currently laying.

Jimin enjoys the attention you’re giving him, quickly forgetting about the costume. “Stop flirting with me, it’ll get you nowhere!”

“Yeah, stop flirting with him, he’s mine!” Taehyung jokes, wrapping an arm around Jimin’s shoulders. Although judging by their matching costumes as Sherlock and Watson and the blush currently occupying both of their cheeks, you’d say there’s more truth to that joke than they’d like to admit.

You raise your hands up in defeat as you turn to the third person there. “Namjoon what do you think? Is it good?” you ask him, motioning to the dress. But you fail to register Namjoon’s blown out eyes and the redness of his face.

“I, uhm... You’re beautiful, Y/N. Really,” he comments, although his voice sounds more like a stutter and when your eyes finally meet his, you can’t miss the way he visibly avoids looking into your eyes.

You bite your lip. He’s cute.

“Thank you, joonie!” you say, pecking his cheek that has him almost choking on his spit and you giggle at the boy’s clear awkwardness around women.

But as mirth enters your eyes, it’s quick to abandon them as you watch the other blond boy staring at you from his previous spot. Although seeing him look at you would quickly put a dump in your mood, this time his gaze is different. Different from usual and different from when you came out of your room.

His eyes are dark, staring deeply at you as if he’s trying to look right through you and your heartbeat quickens. His face is stoic, calm though you have a feeling it’s not in correspondence with his actual feelings. And for some reason, it’s making you feel things.

Dark, wicked, sinful things.

Then he smiles at you. It makes you exhale shakily and your legs tremble.

You quickly turn your gaze away, trying to resist the urge to hide your cheeks behind your hands, choosing to instead focus on what your other friends have been saying. Even if Yoongi’s gaze still lingers on your skin.

You don’t know how long it’s been since you started talking to Namjoon on the couch just to have your mind occupied with something else other than Yoongi.

Fortunately, you’ve found the rum storage to also keep you occupied, even if you’re currently on your third drink, already having a pleasurable buzz running through your bones.

You don’t know why you’re like this. You’re supposed to detest the boy’s presence, not feeling the need to drag him away and wipe that smirk off his lips with your own.

Jesus, what is wrong with you lately?

You hate to admit it, you really do but recently instead of wanting to choke him to death, you want him to choke you.

And not to death.

You keep picturing him between your breasts, between your thighs and his mocking words instead of putting you off, they rile you up even worse.

The chemistry seemed to always be there, you think, but you’ve only stumbled on it as of lately. As if it was always hiding in the shadows, waiting for the moment you got aware of it so it can finally burst and make you want to fuck him senseless.

“Y/N!”

You jump in your spot, quickly shaking away any remnants of your fantasies to stare back at Namjoon apologetically.

“Sorry, my mind wandered off, what were you saying?” you reply with a sheepish smile and Namjoon is quick to smile back at you.

“I was just asking if you dance?” he asks, tilting his head cutely at you but his question confuses you. Wasn’t he just talking about the newest tv series he started watching?

“I, uh, you mean generally or you asking me to dance?” you respond with a nervous chuckle. Although you doubt there’s anything to be nervous of. Namjoon sees you as a friend.

His smile gets bigger, as if not hearing the nervousness in your voice. “The second one,” he replies casually, too confident in himself and a portion of your mind is wondering where the awkward boy from before went.

The other portion, the bigger one is panicking.

Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open. He can’t be serious, right? You’re just friends! Though when his gaze remains calm, hopeful as he stares at you, you realize that maybe Namjoon wants something more.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, how did you not see this coming?! If you just paid a little closer attention to him you’d realize he acted nervously around you because he liked you, not because of a sudden avoidance of women in general. Fuck, what are you supposed to tell him?

“Uuuh, I- I-” you stutter, trying to find the right words to say and Namjoon, bless him, looks confused but not suspicious enough to understand why you can’t give him an answer.

You take a breath. Okay, you got this. You’ll let him down gently and then-.

But your train of thought is interrupted when you notice the figure looming over the two of you ominously. Both pair of eyes rise up to see Yoongi currently staring at you with an indescribable expression on his face.

“Oh, hey, hyung, what’s up?” Namjoon asks with a nervous chuckle, eyes drifting between the two of you, fearful you might get into a physical altercation again.

You find your eyes glued to his, staring up at him from behind your eyelashes, heartbeat quickly rising as he keeps on staring back. Your breath quickens as well now that his undivided attention is on you, suddenly aware that your current position gives him a perfect view of your cleavage that rises and falls with every breath.

Something stirs up in your stomach at the thought, your tongue peeking out to wet your lip. His eyes seem to follow the movement, ravenous and greedy as his own tongue pokes at his cheek in which can only be described as the most sensual thing you ever saw. You find it hard to swallow, not knowing what to say or do, completely under the spell of his eyes.

He presses his lips together to hide his smirk, with a confident tilt of his head as his eyes run up and down your body and you feel your arousal pooling in your abdomen. God, you wanna bite that smirk off his lips.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” he finally replies, voice deep and rough as he crosses his arms on his chest. The movement has the muscles ripple beneath his shirt and your mouth waters almost instinctively. You clear your throat, otherwise your answer might have come out in the form of squeaks.

“Sure...” you meet his gaze, crossing your arms on your chest as you wait for him to go on. Yoongi sees the silent challenge hidden in your eyes and you almost see the cogs running in his head as he ponders on his next move.

He doesn’t relent though, his gaze as intense as ever on you. “Private...”

You stare at him for a second, with narrowed eyes. Should you go with him? You don’t know if you should. But you admit it gives you an easy way out of that conversation with Namjoon.

So with a huff, you get up from your seat, smoothing over the wrinkles in your skirt.

“Sorry, Joon, I’ll be back in a bit...” you turn to say to the younger man with a smile. Namjoon quickly gets over his shock before he nods at you with a smile. Yoongi instead rolls his eyes, before his palm wraps around your wrist to guide you through the party.

You gasp at the sudden touch of his skin on your but you’re pretty sure the sound of the speakers masked the sound from his ears. You let him lead you through the crowd until you end up in the corridor and walk into the pantry room.

Once the door is closed, Yoongi frees your wrist to fall lifelessly at your side and at once your arms end up hugging your middle protectively. You pay him no attention as he closes the door, instead looking everywhere else besides his back that strains under that shirt.

Though that alone isn’t capable of helping you avoid the newly rush of exhilaration running through your body at the thought of being closed up in such a narrow space together.

“So what did you want to tell me...?” you ask, impatient as your leg bounces up and down, still refusing to look at him, in case your feelings and thoughts are written on your face.

Yoongi doesn’t respond. Instead, he climbs up at one of the counters to sit down, grabbing an almost empty jar of peanut butter and proceeding to lick the spoon inside clean.

Your eyes now find him, narrowed and confused as he seems to not pay you any attention. A moment passes where he doesn’t reply; really he doesn’t do anything but lick the peanut butter of that spoon.

Not wanting to wait anymore, you throw your hands up in the air with a huff before they land on your waist in what you hope seems like a threatening stance. “Well?”

Finally, his eyes rise to meet yours as if only now becoming aware of your presence there in the same room as him. He takes a look at you, a good look that has you shuffling on your spot before he goes in to scoop some more of the spread.

“You’re out of peanut butter,” he simply retorts, taking another spoonful into his mouth.

You stare at him, not entirely sure if you heard right.

We’re out of peanut butter?

This can’t be the reason why he wanted to talk to you, right? Although when he makes no other comment on that or really anything else, you realize that that’s all he wanted to say to you.

“Are you serious? That’s why you brought me here?” you exclaim, voice rising in anger with the absurdity of the situation. Did he really have to drag you all the way here just to tell you that?

Yoongi shrugs nonchalantly, his messy blonde looks falling on top of his eyes as he refuses to look at you.

You press your lips together to suppress your rage. He’s toying with you.

But you won’t give him the satisfaction of giving him a reaction.

Instead, you let out a heavy sigh and shaking your head. No, you won’t curse at him, you won’t talk to him, you won’t even look at him. You’re just gonna get out.

You walk to the door, ready to meet the outside world once more but when you move the handle down, the door won’t budge. So you try again. No luck. You realize it’s locked, another wave of rage overwhelming you when you realize Yoongi just locked the two of you here with no explanation whatsoever.

And no, the absence of peanut butter doesn’t count.

You turn around rushedly, eyes already furious on him as you clench your jaw, trying too hard to ignore how casually hot he looks dressed as Han Solo and eating what’s left of your peanut butter. “That’s not funny.”

His eyes still remain on the almost empty jar, not giving you a spare look. “What’s not funny?”

Your fists tighten in an attempt to not yell at him. “Yoongi give me the key.”

Finally, your words seem to reach him as he raises his face to meet your own with a facade of innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he has the audacity to say before a traitorous smirk covers his lips.

One that makes your insides clench and your anger to magnify.

“Give me the goddamn key, Yoongi,” you bite back, taking short, booming steps towards him and instead of quivering back in fear, his smirk grows.

Shit, you wanna fuck him so bad.

“I don’t have it,” he says with a shit-eating grin, one that matches both him and his costume so well, one reeks of cockiness and boldness and all logic flies out the window.

You quit playing nice.

Your hands drag him off the countertop as they search roughly through his garments to find that fucking key so you can get out of here, further away from him before you do something you’ll regret.

But he laughs at your antics, clearly not taking you seriously as he lets you search him all over. When you come up empty with a heave of frustration, you shove him back, his hips colliding with the counter as your arms cage him between the marble and your body. A stray hair has left your perfectly composed hairdo and you huff it out of your face as you stare at Yoongi with laboured breaths. He stares back, eyes lazily traveling your form and even though you’re the one trapping against the counter he looks entirely too comfortable.

Like he’s got you right where he wanted.

You heave against him, chest almost brushing his own as you try to clear your head enough of sinful thoughts to pay attention to the urgency here. Although with how his arms bulge underneath his shirt, how his collarbones peak from beneath the fabric, how his thighs seem to fill out his jeans, how that fucking grin seems etched into his lips, you’d say your tries were in vain.

You’re careful not to touch when you speak again, although your traitorous eyes trail the pumping veins at the side of his neck. “Where is it?”

His smirk only grows, tilting his head to the side as he looks at your lips through hooded eyes. “What’s in it for me?”

You’re taken aback by his question, not quite knowing how to answer it as his eyes fall to the bare skin beneath your neck. A sharp inhale resonates around the room, belatedly realizing it came from you and before you get to answer Yoongi speaks again.

“Back pocket on my left.”

Your frown deepens. “Give it to me.”

And his smirk grows. “Get it yourself.”

Your lips press together at that. His back pocket is currently pressed against the counter and there’s no way to get that key without touching his ass.

Fuck.

Though his eyes raise a challenge. One that says you won’t be able to do it.

So, true to your natural instincts to oppose him, you take a prideful breath before your hand dives between the counter and his body.

His eyes widen for a millisecond, clearly not expecting this from you but he’s quick to disguise the reaction. He stares leisurely at you instead, licking his lips with interest as his eyes fall to your breasts as you come closer.

You try to ignore the feeling of his plump ass against your hand as you search for his pocket. But then you also have to ignore your chest pushing on his own, leaving no room for decency as your bating breath fans over his lips with the contact. Your heartbeat quickens once more with the proximity, failing to hide your blushed cheeks from how close to him you are.

Yoongi’s eyes move to your lips and they stay there, watching your mouth exhaling softly with every breath and he has half a mind to not kiss you senseless right now.

You swear you won’t be able to take any more of this. You’re one step away of yielding when your hand finally feels something cold and metallic. You’re swift in taking the key out of his pocket, ready to gloat in his face but as you do so, his hands are quicker. As you’re ready to lean away from him, they’re already landing on your hips, grabbing the soft flesh and pulling you flash against him.

There’s a gasp tumbling out of your mouth at the unexpected gesture, the key falling from your hands as they fly to grasp at his shoulders in surprise. You’re now standing a hair’s breadth away from one another, his breath mingling with yours as your eyes stare unabashedly at each other.

“You... you did this on purpose you prick...” you whisper, breathless as your eyes fall to his plump looking lips, ready to be devoured.

This time he doesn’t smirk, clearly as affected as you as he can’t help but stare bewitched at your mouth. “Do you want me to let you out?” he breathes back.

At any other given moment, you wouldn’t have hesitated. You’d be out of the room in seconds, trying to get him out of your hair. But tonight is different. It is as if everything tonight happened to converge together so this moment could come. So he could ask you that question. So you could only reply with one word.

“No,” and you dive in, finally kissing him.

A sound of surprise escapes his lips but then he presses you closer, body moulding against yours as his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs. An animalistic growl falls free from his mouth, taking your bottom lip in between his lips, tugging it roughly, making a moan roll from your tongue. Your hands fly to grip at his shirt to press him closer, accidentally grazing across his milky skin and he feels cools beneath your fingers.

He’s quick to roughly press you up against the opposite wall, hands flying to grasp your own and push them over your head. You moan at the impact, feeling your arousal flowing from your cunt, ruining your panties and your legs rub together to get some much-needed relief.

Yoongi curses as he sees the motion, grabbing your hands with one hand as the other dives down to bunch up as much as he can of your skirt and wedge a leg beneath your own. You whine at the contact, moving your lips against his flexed thigh, the friction feeling deliciously against your clit.

“Yeah, you like that, princess? Wait till I’m done with you, you won’t even know your name,” he murmurs seductively against your ear before grazing it with his teeth. A moan of his name escapes you, no shame or pride left in you; only that carnal, animalistic need to get off.

“Fuck, fuck, please...” you plead as Yoongi peppers kisses on your jaw, your eyes closed in concentration as you drive your hips relentlessly against him.

“Please what? use your words...” he teases against your lips before leaving a languid kiss. His lips melt with yours slowly, the sound of your mouths colliding wet and arousing, as his tongue dives in to meet your own. Then his mouth travels lower, resting on top of your collarbones, leaving soft kisses that slowly turn into bites.

“Please, I need you... I need your-” your rant gets interrupted by a loud cry when Yoongi sucks a particularly rough hickey on your neck.

He seems to be enjoying this too much, having you at last to himself, moaning his name like it’s the only thing you need. “You need my what?” he asks teasingly, already knowing what you’ll say but once again you take him by surprise.

“Your hand. Your fingers. I need your fingers,” you manage to utter through heavy breaths, your hips still moving on top of his thigh, chasing after your high.

“My fingers, huh...?” he breathes against your neck as his tongue dives to lick against a freshly forming hickey. You hum in content as his kisses move upwards. “You need my fingers to do what? To toy with your clit until you’re screaming my name for everyone here to hear? To plunge into your cunt, knuckles deep until you’re a sobbing mess and asking me to stop?” his voice resonates against your skin, sending shivers down your spine along with the picture his words paint and, fuck, you want that so bad.

“Or do you need them...” his hand on your waist that’s holding your skirt up, moves upwards, letting the skirt fall over his thigh as well, and skims over your tummy, your breasts until it encloses its fingers around your neck. “... to choke you while I pound into you until you can’t take no more?” he says the same time he presses his fingers against your throat, a sharp inhale coming from you.

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, rushed exhales leaving you as you can’t decide which one you want more. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you want them all.

Yoongi smiles wickedly at you before both his hands abandon your body; only to land on the waistband of your skirt and drag it down your legs. He throws the article of clothing away, before he’s on you again, kissing you harshly, hands tangling into your hair as he presses against you while yours meet at the nape of his neck.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have a lot of time before someone realizes we’re gone. But I promise to repay you heartily next time...” he whispers against your lips before his hands swoop beneath your thighs to carry you and this time you’re the one sitting on the counter with Yoongi between your legs.

You don’t mind his proposition as you both rush to get him out his confinements. He gets out the vest quickly, tossing it aside as you move to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, letting them fall to rest just on top of the swell of his ass. His fingers are reaching for your underwear, dragging it down your legs to let it fall to the floor as you finally get him out of his boxers.

He’s already hard, standing tall and stiff against his stomach, veins already running down the length of his cock and your mouth salivates. Your fingers wrap around his dick, slowly moving up and down and Yoongi lets out a heavy exhale as his forehead rests on your shoulders.

You pick up the pace, his hips faltering as they begin moving in time with your hand, chasing after his own high. Then he curses out loud, the sound carnal, sending another wave of slick down to your thighs before he pushes your hand away.

“Fuck, you’re gonna have me cumming on your hand...” he admits before grabbing at his cock to drive it slowly over your folds. You hiss at the contact, moving your hips instinctively to get your slick all over him and he bites his lip with so much force you think he’s gonna draw blood.

But then he pushes the head of his cock past your folds, having you biting his neck to stop from screaming too loud. He groans at the feeling of your velvety walls encompassing him and once he’s fully inside you he stops to take a breath.

It’s not enough for you though to gather your wits, before he slams into you.

“Fuck!” this time you can’t do nothing to control the cry that comes from your lips, nails digging into the flesh of his biceps. His jaw is clenched in concentration as his fingers grab harshly at your hips for leverage before he begins pounding into you.

The moans roll down your tongue without stopping, not having much of a mind to remember you’re currently in the middle of a party where anywhere can pass by and hear what you’ve been onto all this time. Or you simply don’t care, you can’t distinguish the difference anymore. The only thing that makes sense right now is the feeling of his dick driving into you.

Yoongi keeps thrusting into you, matching each movement with a low grunt, the sounds coming from him sounding filthy in your ears, making your arousal grow.

“Fuck, Yoongi, don’t stop...” you say breathlessly, your hips moving to meet his thrusts. His eyes finally move to your face for the first time since he entered you and something crosses his face as if he suddenly remembered something.

He smirks sinfully at you before one hand abandons your hips to caress the top of your breasts. Your eyes widen in excitement, hoping he’ll do what he promised as his palm now rests over your collarbones. Before his fingers finally reach your neck and softly press against the spots that have your head getting lightheaded.

You suck in a breath before your air supply gets cut off, mouth dropping open in complete ecstasy.

“F-fuck...” you stutter, eyes closing to concentrate better on the feeling of his cock inside you.

His hand on your neck pushes you back in an angled position that has his cock pushing repetitively against your g-spot and you cry out loud. Your hand flies behind to grasp at the shelf above you as you struggle to keep up. Your hips are relentless against his own as each thrust gets rougher and rougher than the rest. His grunts are louder and louder, signalling his close end and his other hand abandons your hips as well to come and rest at your clit.

You inhale sharply as much as you can when he begins rubbing the sensitive nub slowly, steadily but then he picks up the pace as he feels his high nearing as does yours with every thrust

“Fuck, Y/N, look at you, fucking look at you. So fucked out, so wrecked by my cock, fuck, I’ll, fucking, ruin, you,” he says lastly between his last powerful thrusts that have you both unravelling against each other. You come with a loud cry of his name, clenching uncontrollably against him as he finally lets your neck, the incoming breath adding to your high.

He curses out loud, coming with one final thrust, rope after rope of cum painting your walls as you both lay against each other breathless.

A minute or two pass like this, with his head hiding at your neck as you both calm down. Then you feel him pressing soft kisses on your skin, something that has you take a double take on him.

He feels you shifting beneath him so he raises his head to look at you with a goofy smile on his lips, that has your chest constrict wildly.

He’s... dare you say, cute?

“Uhm, what are you doing?” you ask confused and he tilts his head at you like a confused puppy.

“It’s called kissing I don’t know if you ever heard of it...” he says with a soft smile before pressing another kiss at the corner of your mouth. Your eyes widen, not at all used at this side of his as he’d usually mock you or tease you.

Although you’ve never really been in a similar situation with him before so you can’t really tell if this is usual for him.

Yoongi seems to sense your apprehension so he stops kissing you and leans back to get a better look at you.

“I thought you hated me...” you manage to mumble in utter confusion on this new side of him. You’re not used to it, you don’t know how to handle it and frankly, it makes you feel all sort of weird things you’ve never felt before.

Not about him at least.

He has the decency to look somewhat remorseful over your words. “Yeah... I never actually hated you... I was just avoiding you cause you made me nervous...” he admits, rubbing a hand at the nape of his neck awkwardly and your eyes widen at his confession.

You made him nervous?

“...And I guess me avoiding you didn’t help into you liking me either....” he observes sheepishly as you still stare at him shocked out of your wits.

Yoongi... likes you?

“So, uhm... I figured since we already did... that...” he says, entirely too innocently compared to what happened merely minutes ago and your heart does that thing again. That thing that makes you wanna pinch his cheeks or bake him a cake or something.

“That maybe... If you want... maybe I could take you out on a date?” he finishes with a flinch as if expecting you to immediately refuse him. To be honest your mind still tries to wrap around everything. You just had sex with him in your pantry room, his cock is still inside you, admittedly soft but that’s not the point, and he just asked you out on a date.

You’ve done weirder things, haven’t you?

Besides you’d hate to see his face fall if you deny him that.

Who would’ve thought?

Later, when you’re out of the pantry room with no one having a single clue of what you did, your eyes keep finding each other like a pair of lovesick teenagers.

Admittedly it’s all still new to you, but you don’t mind the way he’s looking at you. Or the way your heart beats when you catch him staring. You can get used to this.

You think no one has a single clue of what happened between the two of you. But at some point, Jimin happened to pass by the pantry room and heard things he didn’t wanna hear.

Now he’s scared for life but judging by the looks you keep exchanging with Yoongi, he’d say it was all worth it.

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Ranking Of The Best Mods For Ravenfield

Hello my name is marco and i like to play the game called Ravenfield, and i created this blog to rank the best mods from the steam workshop to play in ravenfield game, all this mods i have tested and compared with another mods from the same class and i had chosen as the very best, so you gonna save a lot of time by picking up the mods that i am recommending, lets go to the list:

All this mods you can find on Steam community workshop or download from another game websites that storage mods for download.

VEHICLES

Jeep slot - None

Explanation: i dont think a jeep without weapons could help my gameplay, it only increase the pollution of the battlefield and consume performance from the pc, so better cut if off

MG Jeep slot - EQ2050 PACK(CWP) by Lezvin

I think this is the best truck for troop transport including an MG seat that turn 360 degrees araound, this chinese truck seems like american humvee, nice design, nice health, support 5 passenger including the pilot, and the Ai (Bost) play very well using this vehicle, machine gunner is very accurate.

Quad slot - LKX 250 by c2holic_second

I dont know you but i dont like original Quad, instead it i do prefer this motorcicle that seems like that one from PUBG, nice design, nice sound effect and the rump passenger shoot while pilot drive it through the battlefield, very noice.

Tank slot - SA-9 Gaskin by Mr_2005

I use this SPAA in the tank slot because some maps do not have APC slots and i think an SPAA is more important than a common tank, this is the very best SPAA in the ravenfield steam workshop, trust me, i have tested many other SPAA, the other ones keep focusing in ground target or simply ignore important air targets, they fail in accuracy and damage also, what make it non sense for a anti-air vehicle, this one is the most deadly SPAA, defeat the very fast fighter jets and powerfull helicoters fastly, definig who command the skies, meantime it floats in the water also, please use it to protect your airspace. (Overpowered SPAA) Obs: other great quality is the fact that modder let you to use this vehicle in another slots, so you can calibrate it.

APC Slot - C1 Ariete PSO by SouthernWolf67

believe me you will not find another tank better than this one from the ravenfield workshop, i have tested many many others, all that fail in healt, optimization, fire range and accuracy, but not this Ariete, this is the most accurate tank that you will find after the steelraven update that make bots fire while piloting resulting most tank mods to be worse in accuracy, luckly that one continue to be accurate, and you still win a very nice design, very nice optimization, yes it play well in potato pc and firing effects are very realistic, please use this tank in your gameplay and you will not regret, note that i prefer to set this tank in APC slot, because as i say before, i give priority to SPAA in tank slot.

Attack Helicopter - MIL MI-28 HAVOC by Mr_2005

And the best award as the best helicopter goes to Havoc from Mr_2005 modder, i have tested a lot of helicoter mods and this one wins because the rain of rockets that he make above the enemies, the machine gunner have explosive projectiles and he fires at long range, what make this helicopter to be the most agressive chopper from the workshop, i only think the health could be bigger following the soviet doctrine of to make the vehicles the more resistent possible so it could last longer in the battlefield, hear that Mr ? make this a flying monster by increasing the health plox ?! second place goes to WZ-10 by Ninjagrape

I just want steelraven release an update to improve bot skills in piloting and flying with helicopters, even if it’s the best mod, bots are still very slow to fly and don’t know how to do evasive maneuvers, which makes helicopters ‘’easy preys‘’ and last little in the battlefield, steelraven please make bots more hardcore when piloting attack helicopters thanks.

Transport Helicopter slot - None

Explanation: i dont think a transport helicopter could help my gameplay, we already have jeep and boats for troop transport, so why we need more transport vehicles ? just to pollute the skies and nothing more, so i prefer to not use a transport helicopter.

Attack Plane slot - MIG - 25 Foxbat by Mr_2005

You will believe me when i said that this is the very very best attack plane in that shitty workshop because i have fucking tested all the other attack planes you can imagine, what makes this plane special is the fact that it have only one weapon that is a tracking missile, so bots dont spend time firing machine guns or wired guided missiles that always miss the target, no bullshit in this plane make it very focused only in what matters: air superiority, it fires on sight and do not spend time letting the enemy survive, what makes it a very deadly plane, he fire ground targets also using tracking missiles, it never miss the target, if you dont like this one, keep with YF-23 by Lezvin that comes in second place or F-35B by noob kut ku comming in third place, they are overpowered jet fighters too, but they spend time making some bullshit as i said before.

Bomber plane slot - A6 Intruder by Mr_2005

If youre looking for a bomber plane to do some ground attack in vehicles targets this is the very best, he make rain fire in ground targets dropping some napalm bombs and raining a lot of rockets, some of the other bomber planes keep spending time flying around the targets and firing absolutely nothing i dont know why, this not happen with this bomber, he is always in action putting some terror in the heart of enemy soldiers in the floor, the fire effects are very impressive, much better than default explosion effects used by another bomber planes, there is a second seat for co-pilot and it does a lot of damage by firing guided missiles, which further increases the lethality of this plane.

Attack Boat slot - Silurus-Class Fast Attack Boat by noob kut ku

All we that play ravenfield and have a potato pc was sad because the only good attack boat that we had in the past was the RCB-90 from urban warfare modder, but saddly that boat was very laggy, so noob kut ku make my day when lauched this attack boat what is very similar, theres no bullshit like mortar that you can find in the original attack boat or in that piece of shit called vanilla boat, instead it we have a strong machine gun with explosive bullets that makes infantry be thrown away and a motherfuckin rocket that blows anything leaving a smoke trail behind , amazing boat, thank you very much noob, he fires you even if youre in a helicopter, no escape.

RHIB slot - Original

Machine Gun, Anti-tank and Anti-air Turrets - None

Why i need machine gun turret if my bots is already armed with the best weapons they can have ? why i need a anti-tank turret if my bots have decent rocket laucher ? why i need anti-air turret if i already have a SPAA that cover much more territory, so i dont use turrets to avoid the ground pollution in the battlefield

WEAPONS FOR BOTS (A.i)

First of all i deselect all the weapons because i am very carefully with what weapons my bots are using, cause they have worse skills and worse accuracy using the wrongs weapons, so lets pick the weapons carefully here.

If you agree with me, so you think that Hard dificulty mode from ravenfiel still is easy, one way to increase the dificulty beyond the normal is giving the right weapons for your bots, they play better using the right weapons.

Eagle Main Assault Rifle: [Project WW3] M4A1 (1st version) By Mellamomellamo

I like this weapon because it remember me my old times of call of duty modern warfare series, and because bot have long range firing using it, so is the main assault rifle of my eagle team, in my test A.i could shot at long range using this weapon, what did not happen with a lot of another weapons.

Eagle Anti-Tank: Dagger (Original)

Raven Main Assault Rifle: AKM by SAVANY

This is the very best AKM that you can define to your enemy team, in my test bots have the longest range and the most accuracy while shootting with this AKM you will have much more challenge in your gameplay, i dont know why but bots play better using this assault rifle than using the defautl assault rifles, strange but luckly, the bursts are usually accurate and do not spread as much as in mods of other assault rifles (Overpowered AKM)

Raven Anti-Tank: Dagger (Original)

Weapons for Both A.i teams Eagle and Raven

Sniper rifles: SL Defender (Original) and Recon LRR

(i dont know why but in my tests, bots only play well using default sniper rifles, so dont give another sniper rifle mods to your bots or they will play more badly)

Close quarters: TTI Benelli M4 by suzushiInfantry

Another weapon that increases the game dificulty, bots they like to use this shotgun a lot, and the shots are very accurate even in a medium range, in close range so they are very quick on the trigger, you will die several times due to the lethality of this shotgun (Overpowered shotgun)

Infantry support: M249 Saw (only) - Urban Warfare: Machine Guns by Laureen Keqing

Don't ask me why but bots become extremely deadly when put their hands on M249 SAW that belong to this pack (i only recommend it from this pack), M249 SAW give to your bots high range and letal accuracy, sometimes they hit your a lot of times at once, seems like bots are using hack when they use M249, and it have a nice shooting effect also, if you want to increase dificulty of your game, select M249 to your enemies. (Overpowered machinegun)

Grenades: Model 1914 Grenade Pack Remaster by Ninjagrape

this is the only hand grenade that i like, why ? because it send everyone to the air when explodes, and it make my game more funny. (Overpowered grenade)

Equipment: The rest of things i use original, medic bag, ammo bag, sabre, skins, i dont like to use unuseful mods to keep filling my game with stupid mods that can decrease my gaming performance and polluting my scenario, so this things i prefer to keep original.

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