#suga we're going down

[chaoticpuff17]

yandere au

part 1  part 2 part 3 part 4  part 5  part 6  part 7  part 8  part 9  part 10  part 11  part 12   part 13  part 14 part 15  part 16  part 17  part 18  part 19  part 20  part 21  part 22  part 23  part 24

#masterlist #yandere #suga we're going down #yandere suga #yandere yoongi #yandere kpop #min yoongi #yandere bts

[dumpywrites]

Cat-astrophe - Min Yoongi / Suga

Summary: Your pet cat keeps going to your neighbor’s apartment and it’s a problem. 

Genre/tags: Fluff-ish, strangers to ???, minor mention of anxiety.

Pairing: Yoongi x she/her reader

a/n: cus we're all soft for long haired Yoongi, right? hehe

It had been officially a month since you had moved to a new apartment place. You loved the new place honestly. It was cozy and the neighborhood looked nice. There were many convenience store nearby and the street was always still busy until late at night, making you feel a little bit of secure when coming home late.

While the place was nice it had one tiny downside. It was rather on the far side from your workplace. It took you an hour of bus ride just to get home from the office, so some days could be more tiring than others. And today was one of those tiring days. 

It was around nine at night on a Monday. Having to work overtime for the deadline and missed the bus, really dreaded you out. You were both tired and hungry, arriving home only to find that your pet cat was missing. It really just was not your day.

To say you were panicking would be a bit of an understatement. Cookie was barely a four month-old cat and had a very tiny body. All the negative possibilities start filling your head and you were horrified by all of them. Not to mention how it was basically forbidden to bring pets in the apartment complex. It was one of the policies but you couldn't help it since Cookie was a rescue.

When you arrived at your apartment lobby with a cat snack on your hand, there wasn’t that many people there. You walked past a guy by the front desk, who had medium-length black locks and fair skin, with headphones dangling on his neck. You began to call your pet’s name as soon as you were outside the lobby, but suddenly you felt a light tap on your shoulder. 

“Are you looking for a small black Bombay cat?” It was the same guy who just walked past you.

“Oh my god, I am! Have you seen him???” You said, your voice was a little bit shaky. 

“He’s in my place, I’m on the seventh.” 

“Oh, me too!”

“I know.”

“Oh.” You said, surprised at how stoic he sounded saying that, but didn’t further question him on it. “I’m so sorry for bothering you, can I go get him now?”

“Sure, I was just gonna go up as well.”

When you both entered the elevator, you made a mental note to ask his name or at least introduce yourself. He was a neighbor after all. It was pretty silent inside the lift and you just hoped he didn’t hear your stomach rumbling ever so slightly. You took a deep breath, bearing the hunger for a little while. 

When the elevator door opened you followed him from behind as he led you to his door. When he stopped at his front door, your eyes were widened in shock. 

“You live next to me?!” 

“Yeah.” He said casually and unlocked the door. "I've seen you multiple times."

You chose to not further question and followed him but stopped when you had only took two steps in, because technically, the homeowner had not really officially permit you to come in. The guy seemed to notice how you just stood awkwardly and looked back. 

“You can sit down for a sec, I’ll go get him.” 

“Oh, right… yeah. Thank you.” You said awkwardly and walked to sit on his couch. 

A few seconds later the man came back with your cat in his embrace. Cookie was clinging on his tshirt before he tugged him and gave him onto your lap. 

“Cookie!” You called, almost teary. 

“I think he jumped from your balcony to mine. Make sure to close your balcony door next time.”

“Thank you so much, I owe you… uh…”

“Yoongi.” 

“Thank you, Yoongi.” You repeated and introduced yourself in return. “I’m Y/N, and if you ever need anything please let me now.” You said as you stood up, already making your way out. 

“Also, thank you for not reporting it…”

“No problem.” Was all the guy said and by this point you figured he was not much of a talker. 

You bid your goodbye to your neighbor, which only gained a small nod before he closed the door on you. You walked to your door and let Cookie down as soon as you got inside. Sighing deeply, you began to feel your stomach rumble again, this time it rumbled quite loudly. Your feet were aching from standing on the bus and now your body finally got on how tired you were. 

Cookie meowed and immediately went to his cat bed and laid down. You sighed and smiled at the small creature. 

“You little rascal… you’re lucky I love you.” 

You then went to your kitchen to cook yourself some instant ramen. 

The next day you went to work and had to take another overtime. Unfortunately you had to for the rest of the week until your current project was done. It was exhausting but you had to make it and mostly thinking about the bonus pay from it helped quite a bit. You spent the next few days the same, repeating the schedules, and the tiring work. 

It was almost ten at night that you arrived home and found out Cookie had gone missing again. For some reason your first instinct was to knock on your next door, in hope the neighbor who once helped you, could lend you a hand again, and hoping maybe Cookie just ran to his place again instead of being gone somewhere where it wasn't safe for him.

You knocked on the door and didn’t get immediate answer. You waited for what felt like five minutes, before the door opened and you were greeted with the sight of your neighbor with wet hair. He had a small white towel around his neck and the hoop earring that you saw him with before was absent. His skin looked glowing, you probably needed to ask about his skin care routine later.

“So sorry to interrupt you, I was wondering if Cookie might have gone to your place again?” 

“He’s right there on the couch.” He casually pointed. His expression was straight and had you wondering if he did not mind it, bothered, or simply didn’t care. 

You slowly walked to approach your cat and bent down to its level. “Cookie, you need to stop this…” You tapped the cat's nose, as if scolding the poor cat would do anything. 

“He jumped to my balcony again, did you forget to close the door?” 

“But I made sure to close it this morning…” You looked at your neighbor, who walked closer to inspect the cat. 

“I think he knows how to turn door knobs, since he’s quite a jumper. You need to lock the door.” 

“I can’t believe this little demon…” You sighed, fingers still stroking the purring cat. 

“He’s… alright.” 

You were slightly taken aback by the response and looked up to him, but much to your disappointment, his expression still looked the same. You were about to get up and excuse yourself, but you notice a small steel bowl under his dining table, half full with what you assumed to be cat milk (I mean, it would be weird if it was his, duh!). 

“You also have a cat?”

His eyes followed yours. “Oh, that. I got it the first time Cookie came here, I figured he must be thirsty since he came in around noon time.” 

“That’s… that’s very nice of you.” You looked at him and smiled. Somehow him addressing your cat by his name sounded lovely. 

“You can have the rest of the milk if you want, since you’ve figured out how he escaped and all…” 

“It’s okay, you can keep it! Just in case he ran into you again…” You chuckled but then stopped after realizing how that just sounded like you did not mind troubling him with your cat continuously. “I mean… I’m sorry, I’ll make sure he’ll never escape again.” 

“It’s alright, I’ll keep the milk for now.” He paused for a second, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just in case.”

You looked at your neighbor and couldn’t help but to feel all warm inside. He seemed like a nice person and from the looks of it he also liked your cat. 

“Thank you so much, Yoongi. I’ll be taking this little guy here then...” You smiled at him and stood up with Cookie in your arms. 

“I got some dim sum…” 

You looked at the guy questioningly. 

“Do you maybe want some?” 

“That’d be too much, it’s okay, you go ahead and eat.” You politely declined. Although you were hungry, you could bring yourself to bother your neighbor any more than what you had done. 

“Have you eaten?” 

“Y-yeah?” You asked, afraid you heard it wrong. 

“Have you eaten?” He repeated. “If not, then I insist you take some.”

“I…” You wanted to lie, but at this point it would come off as rude if you refuse him again. “I actually haven’t. Thank you very much though, I feel so bad that you’re being this nice to me.”

“You can just eat them here.” 

“I don’t wanna disturb—“ You were awkwardly cut by the sound of your stomach rumbling. 

“You’re not disturbing me.” He cleared his throat and looked away. 

That was embarrassing. 

And that was how you ended up sitting down on your neighbor’s dining table, eating dim sums. 

In silence. 

This Yoongi guy really did not like conversation it seemed. He was sitting down on his couch and had turned the TV on. The volume was on but not quite loudly, and Cookie was on his lap, sleeping as he occasionally stroked the cat’s head softly. Funny that somehow you could see some resemblance of Yoongi with your cat.

“So… how long have you lived here?” You bit your bottom lip as you waited for his answer. You kind of regretted asking as soon as the words came out from your mouth, afraid it would be awkward. 

“Around ten months or so.” He paused. “No, I think it’s been almost a year cause I spent two months overseas.”

“Really? What were you doing overseas?” You regretted asking again. Looking at how quiet Yoongi was, you didn’t want to ask too much or indulge into too much conversation, afraid it would be too much for him. 

But much to your surprise, he answered. “I’m a producer. I was working for this artist and all the work had to be done in America.” 

“Wow, that sounds amazing!” You said. At this point you no longer were sitting facing the table, but to him. “Who was the artist?”

“Uh… Halsey.” He replied while looking at the TV screen, seemingly to avoid your stare.

“Oh my god???” You gasped. “That’s incredible! So you’re like crazy talented?!”

“I’m alright…” 

“You should show me some of your work someday!” You said enthusiastically. When Yoongi did not reply to it and stayed silent, you cursed yourself internally. “I mean compared to what I do that’s like really amazing.” You chuckled nervously. 

“I’m sure you’re great at what you do.” He looked at you, a small smile was on his lips. 

You realized it was the first time you saw him smile and it made your heart raced rather faster than usual. It was the first time you saw him with facial expression other than his usual poker face. 

“I’m just a normal product designer at a very normal company.” You shrugged. 

“Don’t downplay yourself like that. You work very hard.” 

“Thanks…” You replied shyly. 

After finishing your food, you got up and went to wash the dishes, which immediately got stopped by the homeowner. He politely told you to go back home and rest. Which again, you could not thank him more for. 

You took your pet in your arms and said your goodbyes to your neighbor. Right when you arrived back in your place you came to realize something. Yoongi did not eat with you and there was only one portion of the food. While it could just meant he had already eaten beforehand, you felt giddy, thinking about another possibility. Was this a crush you sense forming? Frankly speaking, you could not care less. You were welcoming the possibility with open arms.

— 

Friday finally came and you were ready to take it in. The days of working with your company project was going to an end, which meant you no longer need to work overtime after this. The thought of it put you in a very good mood. 

This time right after arriving home, you walked to a nearby chicken restaurant and grab some not only for you, but also for your neighbor. You wanted to repay his kindness the past few days. After changing into some comfortable clothes, not to mention the multiple times you had to re-check the outfit in the mirror for some reason, you took your cat in your left hand and the food in the other. You knocked on your neighbor’s door hoping he was home. 

And he was. You were greeted with his silence but he opened the door wider as soon as he saw your face without question. One thing that caught your eyes though was how he was dressed up like he was ready for a night out. He wasn’t in his usual sweatpants and baggy t-shirt, but instead in a ripped wide legged jeans and a light blue shirt, unbuttoned, with a plain white tee underneath. He looked handsome. And here you were, in your so-called comfy outfit that you were starting to regret.

“Before you ask, no, Cookie’s right here.” You smiled awkwardly as you raised the small cat in your hand for him to see. “I’m just here to drop by some chicken I got for you… as a thanks for your help these past few days.” You handed the plastic of food to him. “Alright, that’s all…”

He took the food from you hesitantly. “You don’t wanna come in?” 

“Aren’t you going out or something?”

“I was… but you are here.” He said, sounding unsure. 

“That’s ridiculous, why would I stop you from going out?”

“I was gonna go to your place…” 

Your mouth formed a small O shape, unable to form a word. He was going to your place? But what for??? The butterflies in your stomach were having a blast. 

“But you’re all dressed up…”

“I was gonna change back.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair, which made you gulped at the sight. “I knew this was a bad idea I shouldn't have listened to Hoseok—”

You stopped his rambling. “What do you mean?”

“I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go eat together at that one Chicken restaurant nearby…”

“Oh.” You widened your eyes.

“Yeah.” He looked at you, biting his cheek in annoyance. 

“This is awkward.” You chuckled. 

“Whatever, just… just come in first.”

You saw Yoongi putting the plastic of food on his table. You offered help after putting down your cat on his couch and walked to his direction. Both of you plated the food in comfortable silence, it felt oddly domestic and you liked it. At this point you were used to him being not talkative and see it as his charm. 

After you took the plates to the living room, Yoongi suddenly came back with cans of beers and soju in his hands. 

“We’re drinking?” You said with an amused grin. 

“You can drink, right?” 

“Sure, but can you?” You playfully eyed him. 

“Don’t challenge me.” 

You could see how he was trying to hide his smile, and it brought colors to your cheeks. 

—

You did not know how you got in this situation. Five episodes in randomly rewatching Avatar The Last Airbender and you both were drunk. You were resting your head on his shoulder as you watch the screen. It seemed like the booze gave you confidence, or made you shameless, or both, but the guy didn’t complain so it could be a sign of a good thing. While you could see Yoongi holding his alcohol better than you, he was not completely sober either. 

It was at this very moment where you saw things through a pink tinted lense. Had Yoongi’s hair always looked that soft? Had he always looked this handsome? You began to question things you should not be questioning.

“Why didn’t you change your clothes?” You randomly asked. 

“Do I look bad?” He replied, eyes still on the screen, hands stroking the sleeping cat on his lap. 

"Of course not, I just feel severely underdressed now..." You chuckled.

He eyed you from top to bottom, which made you nervous, but he shrugged, seemingly to not have any problem with your clothes.

“You look… handsome.”

“You think I look handsome?” He suddenly moved to face you, making you move to look at him as well. The tone of his voice sounded like he was teasing more than asking a question.

You nodded and bit your lips. “And you kinda look like Cookie.” You giggled. 

He raised one of his eyebrows, clearly not satisfied with your answer. 

“Your eyes…” You began to ramble. “They look just like Cookie’s, and when you look annoyed, or just your plain expression… you look like a cute cat.” 

“Really…” Yoongi hummed. 

“Yup!” You giggled like an idiot. 

You failed to notice how at this point, Yoongi has put Cookie down from his lap to the floor. His face only inches away from you as you kept rambling. 

“Your hair look so soft… like a cat’s fur.” You reached your hands closer to his hair, but stopped mid-way, scared he’d get uncomfortable. 

Yoongi surprised you again by grabbing both of your wrist and putting your hands on his hair, letting you stroke his head slowly. You saw his expression softened and as you kept playing with his hair, he closed his eyes. You swore you heard him purr. 

“Pretty.” You said with a drunk smile. 

“Hmm. Pretty.” He mirrored. 

“Okay, call me crazy but why do I kinda wanna kiss you right now.” You said, totally losing the battle with your common sense. 

Yoongi chuckled. “You’re crazy.” He ran his fingers through his hair, looking to the right. “I like it.” 

—

To be frank, you could not recall what happened after. You recalled some bits of karakoe-ing? Singing random PSY songs in your broken Korean using a bottle of whiskey as your mic. That was probably all? You couldn’t think while the throbbing headache was present in the room with you.

So why were you now in a bed that was not yours, wearing a t-shirt that was too big for you and was clearly not yours, also for heaven’s sake, WHY IS YOONGI SLEEPING NEXT TO ME??? 

You froze. Did you??? There was no way. Sure you found him attractive and all, and you definitely had this huge crush on him, but you couldn’t just sleep with a guy you barely knew. Besides your headache, your body didn’t feel any pain, so that was probably a good sign. What if he was just that gentle? Okay, you need to stop thinking at once before you started a whole fiction about you and Yoongi in your head.

When you turned your back, you felt the other side of the bed shifted as well. 

“You’re up?” He asked with a raspy voice. 

“Yeah.” You said, still back-facing him. “We didn’t… you know…”

“No, we didn’t.”

“Oh, okay good.”

Yoongi did not answered to that, but instead you felt him scooting closer. 

“I’m sorry, this isn’t probably how you’d wanna spend your weekend.” You chuckled. 

Your breath hitched when you felt a hand over your waist. “Is this okay?” He suddenly stopped when your body tensed at his touch. 

You nodded, heart beating too loudly for you to form any sentence. 

“This is nice.” He said, resting his forehead on your back. 

When you stayed silent, he took your hand and turned you over to face him. Heat immediately took over your body as soon as your eyes meet. You noticed he was back in his usual home attire, oversized tee and sweatpants. His hair was messy, but it seemed like universe had its favorite cause he still looked good. 

“You know, I haven’t had good sleep in… weeks.”

You were surprised by his sudden confession.

“It’s half past eleven now, and it’s not even ten minutes after I woke up…” He tittered. “My anxiety has been getting worse the past month and out of nowhere a black cat suddenly jumped to my balcony, meowing non-stop while I was working.”

You looked at him, letting him finish his talk. This was the most words you had ever heard coming out of Yoongi’s mouth and it made your heart flutter. 

“I haven’t been caring. I’ve stopped caring, for a while now. Seeing you care so much for such a small creature… I don’t know, it feels good. It makes me wanna care.”

“Yoongi…” You cooed, caressing his cheek. "It's not true, all you have been since I first met you until this moment, was caring."

"I'm sorry if it feels like it came out of nowhere but I feel at home with you and I don’t know why...” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yet, at least.”

“I… like this too. A lot actually.” You said shyly. 

“I would like to get to know you more if you’d like.” He was being honest and exactly to the point, no flirty bullshit to spice his sentences.

“I’d love that...” 

Suddenly you heard a low meow from under the bed and Cookie jumped into the bed, joining you two. Apparently his bedroom door was left opened and none of you noticed how Cookie had entered. You giggled and he smiled as well, the widest smile and the most genuine you had ever seen from him, as he took the cat and cuddled both of you close.

"I think it's about time you give me your number..." You squinted at him playfully. "You know, so we don't repeat the whole chicken restaurant accident again?"

“Okay, but promise me first you won’t apologize again after kissing me.” He chuckled. 

“EXCUSE ME WHAT???”

— 

“Okay, call me crazy but why do I kinda wanna kiss you right now.” You said, totally losing the battle with your common sense. 

Yoongi laughed. “You’re crazy.” He ran his fingers through his hair, looking to the right. “I like it.” 

“I can be crazier if you open that whiskey.” You wiggled your eyebrows.

Yoongi just shook his head, smiling at your silliness. He stood up and went to grab his Hibiki anyway, which earned a shout of celebration from you. 

Things escalated quickly after opening the bottle. Somehow you were starting a drunk karaoke session which followed by many dance breaks. You ended up crying when a sad song randomly came up in the playlist and when Yoongi asked why, you replied. You replied with your lips on his.

In your head it just made sense. It was his lips’ fault for looking so juicy. Yeah, totally his fault for looking so hot that it was driving you insane.

None of you moved and it only lasted seconds before your mood turned sour again. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean…” You pushed him gently. “Oh my god, you’re so gonna hate me!!!”

“Hey, calm down…“ 

You started to panic, tears now forming in your eyes again. “Please don’t hate me, I just wanted to kiss you…” You cried. 

“Okay, I think that’s enough drinking—“

And you puked. 

Yes, Yoongi did see your lilac colored bra when he helped you change into his t-shirt. But that’s a secret between him and little Cookie. 

Thank you for reading! 💎

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[yuyu1024]

I missed you

Pairings: Yoongi (Suga) × y/n

Genre/tags: idol secret dating

Warning: language, making out, semi public sex, pet names, fluff [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.40k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: repost. Check pinned post for more ♥️

*******

He have been touring for a while. You wished you can accompany him and see the world with him but that's impossible. You have your own work and you can't risk people seeing you in every tour stop. It's for your own protection and also for his career. You don't want to ruin his career.

It maybe romantic to scream yo the whole wide world that he is your man and you both love each other so much. It's not always the best option.

But since it's been months since the last you saw him, you planned on going to one of his stop. You saved enough money and Vaction leave credits so you can stay for a week for him. Since he will be staying as well for work too.

----

Admiring the view from your balcony, you can't help but smile like a little kid while taking pictures of the sky, the buildings and everything you're seeing.



(Photo not mine. Ctto)

You got tense a little as hands snakes around your torso. "Having fun?" But the second you heard his voice, your body relaxes. You lean back, head on his shoulder and giving him access to kiss you on your neck. "I'm sorry, I'm a little late... we got caught in traffic on our way back."

"It's fine. I understand." Moving away from his embrace, you face him and admire how dashing he looks. "Your hair got longer..." you then tug his hair behind his ear.

"Well, you said you wanted to see me with longer hair so... I grew it out."

"Did I?"

"Yes, mentioned it before..."

"You really do pay attention to everything I say..." you giggle on how cute your boyfriend is. This makes you feel happy.

"It's because I love you..." he moves closer to you, making you walk back a little. Your lowerback now is leaning on the fence of the balcony. His face is just inches away from yours, "I missed you so much..." he say staring at your parted lips. "Wait.. You're wearing make up?"

You look away, a little embarassed. You're not the type to actually put make up all the time. Yoongi is used to seeing you barefaced since you two always meet in hiding. Either your apartment or his.

"Well, it's been so long since I've seen you... and... maybe... you've seen quite a few beautiful ladies around the world so..."

He snorts a laugh. He tries not to laugh but you can see how his shoulder is shaking trying to supress it.

"Yah!" You slap him by his shoulder, "what's so funny? Am I a joke to you now?"

"Oh, babe." He wraps you up in embrace, his hands, one at the back of your head and one at the back of your neck. His thumb lightly caressing you. "You know how much I love you... I don't care about other women. My eyes, heart, body and soul is just for you... my Y/n..."

You lock your arms around his torso. "I love you too... so much..." you nuzzles your face on his chest. "I missed you so bad... this have been the longest we were apart."

"I know..." he kisses the top of your head and then reaches for your chin to lift it up. "I've missed you to... and.." he pauses to kiss you. He does it with a very longing feeling. He is not rushing every move but he's very much leading the whole kiss. You can feel how he savours each lips to lips friction.

"Yoongi," you say as you lips parted from his, "I think we should get inside... we are exposed here..."

"Why? Don't you love to make out here? With this view?" His body is closer to yours. So close that both of your clothes are the only thing separating you both.

"I do..." You push your hair away from your face, "but don't you think... people might see us...?"

He leans down and begins kissing you on your neck then your exposed shoulder. You didn't realized he had already slipped the strap of your dress down.

"Yoongi..." you moan but you still try to stop him. "Babe..."

"We're on the 28th floor. We are facing the ocean... the other buildings are far away. They will not notice us..." he says quietly

He grabs both your hands by the wrist, throwing them around his neck for you to hold onto. He then takes one of your leg up around his hips. Pushes the skirt of your dress away, exposing your legs and giving him an easy access to your panties.

"Please...babe... allow me..." he runs his thumb over your already wet core. "I want to have you now... promise... I will be careful... if you're worried anyone would see us... I just..." your foreheard together, his eyes closed shut as he rub his thumb on you.

You didn't answer him yet. You want answer but your so indulged in the moment.

"Ah! Yes..." You hold on tight around his neck. You feel a sudden weakness on your body as he continues to rub your clit. "More... Yoongi... more..."

"Did you miss this?" He whispers to your ears. You nod. "How about this?" He pushes your panties to the side and slides one finger in.

"Fuck! Ah! Y-yes..." you cry. Your grip onto his shoulder like its life or death. "Please... so good!"

Yoongi slowly pushes another digit in you making you quiver with pleasure. "I love how you sound..." the rythm of his pushing in and out of you is making you go crazy.

"Please... I want you..." you says looking into his eyes. "I want... you..."

He picks you up like a bride. "Let's go inside. It's getting cold."

"I thought... you want to try do have sex here... for a change..."

"We can if you want to.. but I realized I don't want you to get sick. You get cold so easily..."

"Oh, okay."

"Plus, I don't think they are ready to hear us do this all night... maybe some other time. For now... all of your orgasm is mine to hear and enjoy."😈

#yuyu1024 #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #bts yoongi #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts fanfic #suga fanfic #min yoongi #bts smut #bts angst #yoongi smut #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x you

[jungwnies]

warnings : fingering , public sex , slight humiliation , smut , mdni pairing : boyfriend!jimin x afab!reader

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"is it cute?" you ask him as you spin around inside the dressing room.

jimin looks you up and down and nods, "i'd love to see you in the pink one though." he says handing you the lacey pink lingerie set.

you take off the black, exposing your naked body. jimin eating you with his eyes. you put on the pink and fix yourself in the mirror before turning back to him, "this one?"

jimin stands up from his seat and gets closer to you, nodding. "definitely this one." he says smiling. he hands go to your waist and he pulls you close to him.

he leans his head forward and you can feel his plump lips slightly touching your ear. "i love it so much yet i want to take it off of you." he whispers reaching for your back to unhook the bra.

you put your hands around his neck and kiss his lips, "as long as we're quiet." you whisper, "then you can take it off me."

"are you sure?" he asks back quietly. you kiss him again and nod.

he takes your bra off fully and steps back into his chair bringing you down with him into a straddle. his cock already against your partially clothes pussy.

his hands go up and down you waist as he kisses you, he then plays with the hem of your panties as you unbutton his black pants.

he cock already hard, you slip it from his boxers. you pump his cock up and down as his fingers move your panties away to the side. his fingers go down your slit, "already wet." he whispers.

"let's make it quick." you tell him.

he lifts you up slighting and adjusts himself before propping you right above his dick which was throbbing for you to just sit on it. you slowly go down, his dick filling you up nicely.

you let out a quiet moan and quickly cover your mouth as you begin to grind on his dick.

you go a little faster, but not too fast to the point the noises and squelches made by your body can be heard.

jimin begins to thrust upwards into you increasing the amount of pleasure and stimulation.

"fuck." he moans quietly into the nook of your shoulder as he kisses you. he thrusts in harder and a little faster having you both chase your highs.

you squeeze your eyes shut and bury your head into his shoulder as he does the same with you to keep the noises at bay.

you hear a knock on the dressing room door and get up from jimin immediately fixing yourself, "yes?" you reply.

"is everything going well in there?" the workers asks making sure the two of you are satisfied with the service.

you look at jimin and giggle, "everything is great in here, thank you."

2022 © jungwnies

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[gaystay]

Phone Calls with Karasuno

What a phone call between the two of you might look like/when you might call

Daichi

Daichi calls you whenever you walk home alone. He always walks you home if you go to his practice, and he usually does the same when he doesn't have practice, but sometimes you need to go straight home, or you have too much work to come see him practice. On those days, he calls you on his way home to make sure you got home safe.

Suga

He honestly calls you most mornings when he's on his way to practice, which is about the time you wake up. He likes to get the chance to talk to you since you two don't see each other much during the day due to your schedules, and he knows you like to hear his voice in the morning.

Asahi

He's such a sweetheart, he calls you whenever he has the chance. He just calls you when he's bored and always gets super shy when you pick up. He calls you every night when he's at training camp, which he got scolded for by Daichi because he's keeping the others awake. He really just likes to hear your voice all the time because it's familiar and calming.

Noya

He usually calls you every so often, generally just to check in if he hasn't seen you much that day. You guys don't usually call because you're constantly snapping each other silly photos, which gets you both in trouble in school. When he's at training camp though- he'll just drop off the face of the earth for a while because he's so into practice, but then he'll turn around and call you half a million times to gush about all the awesome things that happened today, and usually ends up keeping you awake until way past your bed time.

Tanaka

He's not usually one for calling, since y'all are together almost all the time, and you text a lot when you aren't hanging out. But every so often, when he finds himself feeling lonely or down,   you'll be woken in the middle of the night by the sound of your phone ringing. He'll apologize over and over again for waking you up, but when you prompt him he'll shyly admit that he needed to hear your voice. Those are usually the times when you guys are the sweetest.

Ennoshita

He calls you every so often, usually just to check up on you. He prefers to interact with you in person, but he'll call you up just to say hi if he knows you're both too busy to hang out for a while. When practice has been taking up a lot of his time lately, he calls you most every night because he doesn't want you to feel at all neglected or lonely, even though you completely understand he's just busy.

Kageyama

Oh he had to work up the guts to call you the first few times. This boy's just shy and you know it, so you were the one to call him in the beginning, usually just to say hi, tell him to do his best, and remind him to eat and take breaks so he doesn't overwork himself. But he got more comfortable initiating conversations and stuff with you, so now he calls you all the time. He literally calls you every morning after practice to make sure you got to school ok, and every night to make sure you got home. He's super protective, but it's ok with you because you know if you told him to stop it he'd back down right away.

Hinata

He doesn't have to call you. He basically orbits around you. Of course he can't always be with you, but he texts you at basically every spare minute. Yes he overuses exclamation points. It's just facts. He does call sometimes, but that's usually when he's off at training camp and won't see you for a while, or when he's really excited about something and just has to tell you everything right now. Calls with Hinata usually last forever and typically end with the both of you getting yelled at to go to bed already, but it's always worth it. He's a literal ball of sunshine and you can't say no to him.

Tsukishima

He doesn't call. We're not sure he knows or cares how to use a phone. He doesn't really like digital interactions, so, because he's conveniently your neighbor, whenever he wants to see you or talk to you he just shows up at your front door. He'll usually just hang out with you in your room, sometimes you'll both just sit next to each other quietly doing your own thing, sometimes you'll study together or listen to music. When he's been really busy with practice, he'll usually come see you, and you can probably convince him to cuddle with you, sometimes because he feels a little bad for not seeing you much lately, and sometimes because he's just done with practice and wants to be comforted (though he'll never admit it).

Yamaguchi

You call him all the time to tell him about your classes, your day, how good he did in practice, etc. He humors you because he thinks it's cute how excitable you are. Your enthusiasm has been rubbing off on him though, and he's started calling you a lot more to tell you about all sorts of goofy things that happened during practice, or something really smart that Tsukki said in class today.

lmao sorry I didn't write for Kinnishita or Narita, I just don't think we know enough about them for me to be able to write for them.

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[mrs-monaghan]

i’m just saying but your “proof” of them being together is normal stuff friends do who are extremely close. i’ve done it with my best friends throughout my life. and i think you really should respect the fact they have all said they get uncomfortable when being shipped with their friends. plus aren’t you setting yourself for disappointment when they come out and they’re not together?

24th July 2023. All these years later and people like you still exist? Still sending questions like these?

and I think you really should respect the fact that they have all said that they get uncomfortable when being shipped with their friends

I guess we are, aren't we? Fine. Let's do this. Before we begin, please note that ONLY 2 MEMBERS have only ever addressed their shippers. Two. Not ALL. Idk who lied to u and told u they have ALL told people to stop shipping them. Shipping has been a culture in Kpop since time immemorial. It's literally part of their training. That's why they do fanservice, dum dum. V and Suga are the only two members who have ever shut down their shippers. V for Taekook and Suga for... what do you call Suga and RM together? Sugamon? Namga? Namyoon? Whatever tf their ship name is, I have no idea.

Anyway, let's jump into it. Bon Voyage season 3 episode 2.

One very important thing to note; Jimin understood the waiter perfectly. First, the waiter asked how many of them there were.

JK replied by asking for the menu

But Jimin replied; they wanted a table for 2

Second, waiter saw all the staff recording them and asked Jikook if they were camera men. Jimin for some reason said yes 😂😂

Again, JK did not understand and Jimin had to translate

So just so it's clear, Jimin understood that waiter very well. With that in mind, let's proceed.

So they go to order and JK with his limp wrist (bless him) drops his iconic "together bam"

The waiter points at them both and says "together? Alright."

Some people hear; "you're together?" And others just hear "together" anyway. It doesn't matter. If you watch the clip here you will see the waiter clearly gestures to both of them and says that. He's understood they're a couple which is why Jimin cracks up.

We have established Jimin was getting everything and he understood what the waiter meant but guess what, anon? He didn't correct him. Even if his English was quite bad at this time he knew how to say "no" but chose not to. Instead he just laughed it off. So, Jimin had a chance to shut down a Jikook rumor but... 🤷🏽‍♀️

People still thought the waiter didn't think they were a couple until an Army visited that restaurant and confirmed that was the case.

Remember when Jin asked them if they were a couple and again they just laughed it off?

Remember when RM asked if they were a couple since they were matching like a couple? Remember how once again Jikook could have denied this but didn't?

How strange anon. All these chances to shut down shippers and still they refuse to take them.

Jimin actually mumbles something after RM asks that but it doesn't get translated and even Kjikookers have admitted they can't hear it clearly. But I have heard a few say it sounds like Jimin said "we're married."

But since its not very clear, we don't go around celebrating and spreading it. Still... 😌😌

I am so confused as to where you heard that Jikook shut down their shippers. When did this happen, I wonder? Was it when JK had Jimin's ear in his mouth? Was it everytime Jimin tried to kiss JK? Or was it when they both admitted Jimin sucked on JK's neck long enough to leave a bruise aka hickey?

I've done it with my best friends through out my life.

Now anon listen, I dont judge people. Trust me, not only because the Bible says thou shall not judge, but also because I've had my fair share of slutty moments. So I will not sit here and judge you for sucking on all your bestfriends' necks and leaving bruises. How do their lovers feel about this, btw? I won't judge you if you get the urge to caress your bestfriend's balls just because. And I definitely won't judge you because you like to footsie your friends' dicks. All I can tell u is u need to be careful because it could get messy real quick. Because if someone did this to me it means they want to fuck me. And that messes with the friendship dynamic.

Idk what brought you to my blog. But I'd advice you to know your shit before you come my way next time. Have a good day and God Bless 🙏🏽

Bonus for my fellow Jikookers; Malta Jikook looking at eo. And JK is most definitely obsessed with those bratz lips 💋

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[lifessoshortandsoami]

RUN BTS! 2017 - EP.31

Outfit:

(Her hair is styled in a loose french braid)

"Who's going against Aera?" Suga asks the 'Kim SeokJin' team.

"Who has won in our team till now?" Jin asks, directing the question toward his team.

"Hobi hyung," Jimin answers.

"Me!" Jhope also replies, putting his hand on his chest to emphasize his answer.

"Then it's decided, Jhope is going from our team." Jin declares.

"Okay then, Luna vs Jhope," Namjoon says, receiving a side eye from Suga for taking his job.

Luna and Jhope take their spot on the pillows and watch intently as Suga keeps the metal box on the chair and stands ready.

He moves the shutter quickly giving them less than a millisecond to see the item kept inside the metal box.

"Ah! You're so fast!" Jungkook complains diverting his gaze to Luna after hearing her voice.

"Glasses!" Luna says quickly while grabbing the pillow from under her butt and holding it above her head.

"Pen?" She guesses.

"Wrong,"

"Kim SeokJin!" Jhope does the same action as Luna. "Pencil?"

"Wrong, let's go again," Suga says.

"I can't even blink, he's too fast," Luna says in a slightly amazed voice.

"I couldn't even see anything because I blinked before. I just guessed pencil because it's similar to what you said." Jhope admits while laughing at the disbelieving look on Luna's face.

"Last time- when you were against Tae, you only won because he didn't know the name of the object." Jimin points out while giggling.

"We shouldn't have sent him," Jin sighs while chuckling.

Suga does the same action again which somehow seems quicker than before.

"Glasses!" Luna instantly puts the pillow over her head again.

"Chalk!" This time her voice sounds sure.

"Correct!" Suga declares making the girl instantly jump up and open her arms for the oncoming guys who hugged her instantly.

"It's okay," Jin pats the shoulder of the guy who doesn't seem fazed by his loss at all.

"Are you trying to console me or yourself?"

-----☘︎-----

(Her bed is between Jungkook and Suga.)

"Ah, I'd fall." The first thing Luna says after sitting on her inflated bed.

"Oh yeah, this is a serious problem. Especially since we're sleeping at such a height." Suga says sarcastically making the girl pout.

"Everyone, Luna either needs to sleep on a low height bed or with someone who can hold her because she falls off bed while sleeping." RM informs the audience.

Jungkook gets up from his bed and slides it so that it's attached with hers, making her squeal as her bed shakes from the impact.

"Don't worry, I won't let you fall," Jungkook says while laying down on his bed and pulling the blanket above him.

"That's so sweet," Luna gushes completely ignoring the side eyes given by the rest of the members.

As everyone settles down on their beds, "Are you ready?" Suga asks the members. "Jungkook is already asleep."

"Are you sleeping already, Jungkook?" RM asks in a disbelieving tone, "Jungkook, listen to the music."

"He fell asleep."

Luna, laying beside Jungkook, pokes his cheeks continuously to wake him up but the boy holds her hand to prevent her from doing so.

"Music, please," SUGA asks the staff.

The tomato song starts playing, Luna stifles her laughter watching Jungkook's reaction to the song. Watching Jungkook being so focus on the song the girl also listens to the song attentively.

"I forgot already," RM.

"Be quiet," SUGA orders.

After a few mumbles, everyone becomes quiet.

"You're humming, Jungkook. I can deduct one point." SUGA tells Jungkook causing him to grin and lay his head back down.

"You're so strict, Oppa." Luna turns towards SUGA.

"You're still not sleeping, I can deduct a point." Hearing that, Luna turns back towards Jungkook and closes her eyes before pulling the sleeping mask on her eyes and the blanket over her body.

15 minutes later...

The camera pans to everyone, showing every member sleeping one by one.

At some point, Jungkook turns his body to face Luna, bringing himself to the edge of his bed and half laying on Luna's bed, causing both the beds to lean on one side which makes them both fall out of their beds.

This doesn't faze them though. They both wriggle around for a bit but then become still, with Jungkook's hand on Luna's waist and her head tucked close to his chest.

The noise wakes Suga up, he looks around and his eyes fall on the empty bed, he cranes his neck a little to see both the maknaes sleeping on the ground. He smiles looking at them, laughing silently that they both fell off. He goes back to sleep after a few seconds.

30 minutes later...

Suga starts waking the members up with a siren. After taking a round he goes closer to both the maknaes, bringing the siren closer to their ears to wake them up but it doesn't affect them and they continue sleeping.

After a short while they both wriggle around. Luna tightens her hold on Jungkook's waist, frowning and getting annoyed by the sound of the siren. Jungkook opens one of his eyes and looks down at Luna still holding his waist, he noticed her frowning because of the noise so he brings his hand closer to her ear blocking the noise.

"That won't work, you both have to get up." Saying that SUGA walks away.

Jungkook sits up followed by Luna, leaning against him with a pout etched on her lips.

"Are you all awake?" Suga asks after most of the members form a line to play the game, "Did you sleep well? Please sit down."

As V tests the mic, RM walks towards the girl and the boy who still look half asleep.

"Luna and Jungkook are almost..." jhope says with a smile.

The camera pans toward both of them. Jungkook sitting behind Luna with her between his legs, her back leaning on his front. Both their eyes are closed, and the girl looks like she is sleeping with Jungkook leaning his cheek on her head.

The sight looked so cute that the other members were holding themselves back from making an embarrassing sound.

"Ah, cute!" RM finally gives in, smiling his dimples smile while walking back to join the line.

The game goes on with the two maknaes sitting together, half asleep.

Just before RM goes back in line after singing the wrong lyrics, Jungkook pulls the blanket over Luna and himself with the girl still sitting while leaning on his front. SUGA notices the movement.

"They're sleeping over there. They're still asleep." Suga points out with a chuckle.

After a while, the others continue the game, "Please wake Luna and Jungkook up," Suga asks the others.

"Jungkook!" RM shouts while walking towards the maknaes. He pulls the blanket away from their bodies, causing Jungkook to make a face of protest and Luna to turn around and hide her face by hugging Jungkook.

"Are you awake Jungkook?" He answers Suga by giving a small nod.

"Luna, wake up!"

Luna continues hugging Jungkook, not in the mood to let go anytime soon.

"She becomes clingy when she wakes up from sleep." jhope informs the audience.

After a short while, Jungkook whispers something to Luna, causing her to unwillingly let go of him. Jungkook stands up and starts making his way somewhere.

Noticing Jungkook going somewhere, "Jungkook, that's not the way to the restroom." Suga tells him.

The boy stops in his tracks and looks down, confused. He walks back to Luna and sits behind her, draping his arms around the girl who still looked like she could fall asleep any minute.

Jungkook stands up and tries pulling Luna with him but the girl snatches her hand away in protest. He chuckles a little at her grumpy nature, that's just how she is when she wakes up from sleep, clingy and sometimes grumpy.

After great efforts the girl finally stands up and gets in line, still clinging to Jungkook who slowly runs his hands through her hair. When the boy's turn to sing comes, the girl does not let go of his shirt, clenching it in her hand and rubbing her eye with the other.

Just as Jungkook picks up the mic, "it's your first try, isn't it?" Suga asks with a chuckle, everyone laughs causing Jungkook to smile as well. "Sit down, please"

Jungkook sits down but Luna doesn't let go of his shirt, holding his shoulder.

"Ah, you're really clingy today, Aera." jhope speaks.

"It's because we woke her when she didn't want to, she becomes more clingy when she has to wake up forcefully," Suga informs.

After Jungkook's turn finishes by singing the wrong lyrics, "Isn't it your first try today?" Suga asks him.

"Yes, it is,"

"Do you both remember sleeping even though you fell off earlier?" This time he directs the question to both the maknaes.

They both just look at him with confusion.

"You both suddenly rolled off and then Jungkook sighed, "ah" and went back to sleep."

Jungkook gets up to walk away but Luna doesn't let him, she sits down to sing on her turn but still keeps clenching Jungkook's shirt, not letting him go back in line. Everyone starts laughing watching Jungkook look at her with a frown but standing still nonetheless. After Luna's turn ends, they both waddle together to the back of the line. Luna turns around and clings to his front, Jungkook looks like he doesn't mind and his hand starts stroking her head.

The game continues and at last, team glasses wins.

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[nubisaureus]

when they go down on you

when the haikyuu boys go down on you

character(s): timeskip Suga, Kageyama, Oikawa, Atsumu

pairing(s): fem!reader x timeskip Suga, Kageyama, Oikawa, Atsumu (separately)

not proofread! (im writing after a long day so bear with any errors T^T)

enjoy! ✩

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Suga

He gently peels off your panties, revealing your puffy pussy lips (a/n try saying that 5 times faster).

He makes you lay down on the bed, kissing his way down there, starting from your upper lips.

As he reaches your thighs, you start squirming under his touch, softly moaning his name.

«I love the sounds you make, love.» he says, as pushes his tongue deep in your pussy, causing a sharp moan to emerge from the deepest part of you. Soon enough, you're already cumming on his tongue, as he licks you completely clean.

«I could never get enough of this.»

---------

Kageyama

He opens your thighs with a light pressure, and then uses his hands to keep them open.

«Please stay still.» he's as serious as it gets, that is, before his face makes contact with your pussy.

He starts moaning uncontrollably as his tongue makes contact with your slit, moans suffocated by your pussy, which only makes you hornier.

«T-tobio..» you moan, as he impassively continues his assault.

«Mh?» he lifts his head just slightly, just enough to make eye contact.

«Please don't stop..» you whine, as he looks at you, genuine happiness in seeing you this hot and bothered by what he's doing.

«I won't.»

---------

Oikawa

The locker room of the gym had never felt so sweaty.

Oikawa was kissing you passionately as you were pressed between the wall and his muscled figure.

«Open your legs.» he whispers in your ear, causing shivers all down your neck.

«Are you kidding me? We're in the locker room of the fucking gym!» you protest, as he gently shushes you, stimulating you through your gym pants. One thing is for sure, that is going to be a hell of a warm up.

«You better keep quiet then~» he teases, as he lowers your sweatpants and panties, making you stand on your feet. Wait, is he..?

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Atsumu

«You've been very naughty, haven't ya?» Atsumu's figure towers over you as his hands press your thighs down, effectively immobilizing you.

You shrug nonchalantly, blatantly challenging him through eye contact.

«Oh, I see how it is. My princess wants to be punished, huh?»

«Maybe..» your tone doesn't leave much room for imagination.

He lowers himself on your pussy, and his tongue is immediately on your clit, while his fingers take care of your entrance.

You moan loudly, your hands immediately finding his hair to hold onto for some semblance of support, although it doesn't seem to work that much.

As you're about to cum, he stops, leaving you gasping, desperate for more.

«We'll be at this for a while, princess. I hope yer prepared.»

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu oikawa #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu kageyama #haikyuu sugawara #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fic

[earthchica]

our baby girl

pairing: very pre-outbreak! joel miller x black f! reader

summary: before everything went shit, you and joel were happy, young, in love, and about to be parents.

warning: fluff, a little bit of angst, language, pregnancy, sweet nicknames, young! joel, mention of arguments, childbirth.

a/n: The last of us tv show has been my favorite ever since it came out, this is my first time writing joel and unedited, sorry for any typos lol but enjoy!

-

Joel couldn’t help but smile at you as you danced around in one of his shirts.

Your dark brown curls bounced with every move you made, looking radiant in the rays of sunlight rising from the window.

He praised the sunlight for sparkling across your lovely dark brown skin and making it glow so beautifully.

A question appeared in Joel’s head a million times. “How did I get so lucky?”

You were loving, sweet, smart and the complete opposite of him but that was what made him fall in love with you.

He loved, adored, and cherished you with all his heart and soul. He would do anything for you.

"Morning, suga!" You sang while making eggs and bacon, cutting him out of his thoughts.

Joel smiles brightly and says, “How do you know I was standing here?”

"I got eyes in the back of my head," You said, putting the last piece of bacon on a plate.

“And you were quite noisy coming down the stairs” You added with a giggle before cutting the stove off.

"Well, I was just wondering where my darling went since I did wake up in bed alone"

Joel grumbled, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and giving you a slight squeeze.

"Joel!!” You giggled as he began tickling your neck with his scruffy beard.

You pushed him away and he made a pouting face which made him look super adorable, especially with his messy, dark brown hair.

“I'm sorry I left you in bed but I wanted to make my suga some breakfast. If that's okay?"

You said, pecking his lips quickly before going to place the finished food on the table.

"I guess, it's okay. " Joel says with a sign, playfully rolling his eyes which made me giggle.

"Good, now come on. Let's eat" You said, motioning him to take a seat.

You both sat and you tell him that you had some great news to share after breakfast.

“Well I can’t wait to hear it, baby,” Joel says with a smile, taking a sip of his orange juice.

You grinned and went on to have a conversation about what was flowing through your mind.

These were the sweet mornings that you loved so deeply.

A question appeared in your head a million times. “How did you get so lucky?”

Joel was tough, charming, loyal, and stubborn as hell but he was your everything, you could be yourself and tell him anything.

You loved and adored everything about him and you knew right after getting married, he was planning on putting a baby inside of you.

After breakfast and cleaning the dirty dishes together, you sat Joel down on the couch and handed him a wrapped gift.

"Open it," You told him.

He opened it and looked down confused until a few seconds later a teary smile grew on his face once he realized what it was.

It was a pregnancy test staring right at him with a note saying he was gonna be a daddy.

Joel got up from the sofa in seconds before hugging you with all his might, whispering into your curly hair.

"You're pregnant, baby?”

"Yes, Joel! I'm pregnant. We're gonna be parents" You said softly, finding yourself crying too.

Joel couldn't contain his joy as he began twirling you around, laughing mixed with a few tears of joy escaping.

“This is the best news ever, baby! I fucking can’t believe it, I’M GONNA BE A DADDY!" He says with excitement.

You giggled with relief. “I'm so glad you're happy about the news, I was a little nervous about telling you."

"Of course, I am,” Joel says, pushing a curl out your face before cupping your cheek.

“I’ve been wanting this with you, darling! I love you so much Y/N," Joel says before kissing your lips.

You pulled away and stared into his beautiful dark brown eyes gracefully with love and gentleness.

"I love you too, Joel with all my heart and you're gonna be a great dad!" I said softly with a bright smile.

The entire morning was spent with Joel thinking of names while talking and kissing your belly on the couch.

*

The cool breeze felt good on your melanin skin as you sat on the porch at your parent's old lake house.

The last couple of months have been hard, you hit the end of your second trimester in a week.

You've been trying to stay stress-free but it wasn't helping and you missed your husband.

You both had a big fight, Joel said some harsh words that he wishes he could take back.

He's been texting you non-stop, asking if you and the baby were okay and if you're coming home.

You sighed, slowly getting up, and decided to text him to come over to talk things out.

You walked back and forth through the living room, trying to figure out what you were going to say when he got here.

Your heart was beating fast and couldn't get your nerves right. There was a knock at the door and you took a deep breath before going to get it.

When you opened the door, Joel pushed into the house like there was a burglar or something.

He was looking around like a crazy man, you had to stop him. "Joel, calm down"

"Is everything alright, are you and baby ok? I'm sorry for everything, darling. I love you so much, and I'll do anything to make this right. I'm just scared of not being a good dad, I mean how am I supposed to take care of another human being who's my child oh-" You cut him off with a kiss.

He quickly went silent as you pulled away. His eyes were still closed, and when he opened them a shy smile was planted on his face.

"I'm sorry too, joel, and It's gonna be okay and I'm scared too. This is our first child together and of course, it's gonna be hard but I think we can do it" You said, cupping his cheek.

"You're right, and I promise, darling. I'll take care of you both and I won't let anything happen to either of you." Joel whimpers resting his palm against your swell belly.

"I love you, darling," He says, burying his face into your neck as you rake your fingers through his hair.

"I love you too, Joel. We're gonna be alright" You whispered in his ear.

*

The time has come, you have both been waiting for this moment and it was here.

You were scared, nervous, and excited.

Your water broke in the middle of the night and you had to keep Joel together because you don't want him to freak out.

You were on your way to the hospital and Joel was driving like a crazy person while doing the breathing exercises with you.

You couldn't believe this was happening, you both were about to become parents.

When you finally got there, Joel parked and helped you out of the car with the baby bag over his shoulder.

"Please, help my wife's water just broke" Joel yells nervously, one of the nurses quickly comes over and assists you both to a delivery room.

"Joel, I'm scared. This is happening, this is-I-I don't think I can do this.." You began to cry, gripping his hand.

"Y/N, baby. You got this, and I'm right here with you okay?" Joel says with a nervous smile.

"Okay" You nodded as he kissed you on the top of your head.

He was right by your side holding your hand as the doctor tells you to take one more push.

"You got this, darling. Just one more push" Joel says, squeezing your hand.

"AHHHH!!!" You screamed, pushing as hard as you could, and before you knew it the most beautiful sound was heard through the room.

"Oh, darling she's here. Oh, my god-she's fucking here" Joel says, watching as the doctor gently placed her on your chest for a second.

Joel was crying his eyes, cutting the umbilical cord. The nurse took our baby girl to clean her up and take her weight.

Once she was done, she placed her into your arms. "oh hi baby" You cried happily, looking at her.

She was so beautiful and looked just like you.

The doctor and the others cleaned up, leaving you and Joel alone with your daughter.

Joel's arm was wrapped around your waist while you were leaning into his chest.

"Hey, baby girl," He says, holding his daughter's small hand before looking between you and her.

"Wow! She looks just like you, so beautiful," Joel says with a chuckle.

"I know right." You agreed with a giggle and continued to look at your daughter.

"What should we name her?" He asked with a breath.

"How about...Sarah." You suggested and he grows a much bigger smile on his face.

"I like it. Welcome to the world, Sarah" He whispered to his daughter before placing a kiss on her forehead.

#joel miller #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #joel miller x reader #joel miller x black!reader #black reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller imagine #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters

[kanmom51]

Run BTS Mini field day - Part 2

Part 2 of part 2...

Cr./to the creators of media used in this post.

So, where were we?

Oh, yes, slippery soccer.

Let the games begin.

On the right we have the blue team - JM, RM, Hobi and Suga.

On the left we have the red team - Tae, Jin and JK.

Now let's just have at it, cause hectic is too calm of a word to call what went on there, lol.

There's no way I can describe everything that went on there, and I don't intend to. I will also not share who won this round.

Like I said GO WATCH IT. It's definitely worth it.

What I will do is share some moments with you all. Cute moments. Funny moments. Lovely moments.

So, let's get it.

I guess there will be no forgetting that name for JM in the near future, lol.

I think, although this isn't by order of things happening in the episode, that I will start with Jin and his cahoonas.

Cause why not?

If only for the comic effect...

JK's reaction. 🤣 🤣

After all, this is serious business we're talking about.

JM was finding it hard to stay up on his feet, lol.

And there's more.

I did tell you we had butt slapping, didn't I?

Well I also gave you the first installment of it in my post a couple of days ago.

But there was more butt.

Hey, no complaining. I didn't say it was all tuppy tuppy handsy handsy.

Ok ok, if you insist, here's some handsy stuff too.

We got the hug.

JM wanted that hug so bad.

For scoring a goal that is.

Now, this was hilarious.

Jin, being hit in the balls, got a penalty kick, which Hobi kind of stopped, only to hit JM right in the head and wham, straight into the goal.

But yeah, he finally got to get his hug. With a member of the opponent team...

And we got it from a different angle than in the promo.

Just look at that smile.

Found it kind of funny that none of them had a word to say about JM hugging a member of the opposite team. All RM had to comment was to the legitimacy of him even getting a hug. 🤣

JM and JK are still relatively kinda clean at this point (well, JM has some soapy pants, but yet to be soaked).

And then the chaos begins.

The game is surprisingly close. And the red team have a tactic they try to put in place which involves JK holding on to JM and RM so Jin can score the goal,

a tactic to be utilized by JM a little later and it somehow ends up like this:

That growl JK...

(Disclosure: The JM climbing on JK bit, was in the promos, but not in the actual episode (we knew as much, didn't we?) and it was inserted into this edit by the clip's creator.)

And Tae, is that him enjoying them rolling in the soap, adding more lubrication or him trying to cool them down? Just one more life mystery. Lmao.

But also, there was clearly editing going on there. We have been fooled once again folks. BH editors depriving us of some evidently (I mean look at what's going on there) good Jikook content.

One thing I ask myself about whatever it was that was going on there, and that is: what the hell did it have to do, if at all, with playing soccer? 🤣 

Game ended, and one hug, evidently, was clearly not enough.

And breaking it down.

After the games ended, the winners were announced, Jin got a gold medal as well announcing he got 1st place with Astronaut at M countdown,

and the hectic couple, a.k.a. Jikook, took over the final MCing.

Bonus: A little bit of cutie Koo.

and a little bit of cutie Jiminie.

This is what they had to say at the end:

I can't help but wonder how the flowers ended up with JM.

Bridal bouquet?

And just for fun, I love ending my posts with a little reminder from this episode, something to carry us for a little while longer, you know, till 2025. 😭 😭

#Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jungkook #Jimin #JK #JM #Jikook run bts #Jikook run bts mini field day #Youtube

[chaoticpuff17]

stockholm syndrome would be the cherry on top.... PLS PLS PLS I BEG YOUUUUU

I'm sorry, babes. You're going to have to be more specific about which fic you mean.

#a dangerous game #when the chips are down #sunshine #heartache #baby mine #kismet #tokki #sweet ruin #something wicked #amygdala #suga we're going down #endgame

[darkjimxn]

Chapter 1: So High [M]

Summary: “A manwhore and a junkie… it’s a match made in heaven.”

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: High School au, angst

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: 18+, substance use disorder/drug addiction, PTSD, child abuse, sexual content (not explicit), additional warnings might be added as story progresses.

A/N: I swear I spent like a month researching to make sure everything is as accurate as possible, but if you’re more experienced in this topic and see some inaccuracies don’t hesitate to let me know. Also, if you are under 18: do. not. read. I am watching you younglings.

Just one step at a time Y/N, you're almost there.

You groaned inwardly as you continued to drag your feet along the concrete sidewalk, every bone in your body weighing you down like a heavy truck. Your muscles screamed at you to turn around and burrow back into your bed and even your mind was having trouble focusing. Overall, nothing but pure willpower was pushing you through the empty park, but you had to keep moving if you wanted these feelings to stop. 

So you pushed on. 

Ironically, the atmosphere was a perfect reflection of your mood. Despite how early it was in the morning, there was no prospect of the usual sunlight. Instead, grey clouds and an oddly comfortable hum caused by rainy drizzle surrounded you as you continued. It only made your muscles more languid and you almost caught yourself falling asleep mid-step several times. 

Thankfully, after what felt like hours, your gaze caught onto a lone figure on the other side of the park, rocking against one of the swings quietly. Besides him, the area was largely deserted, probably because of how early it was in the morning. Soon it would be filled with students and parents rushing to their schools and jobs. 

You'd be one of them, but for now, you had more pressing matters to attend to. 

"Yoongi," you greeted idly once you walked up to him. 

Yoongi, who had been staring at the sand below him, looked up at you with a scowl. His black hair was pulled into a half bun while it looked like he had gotten his hair trimmed. Today, he was dressed in an expensive looking black rain jacket that stopped at his knees paired with black combat boots. His silver cross earring seemed unusually dull in the rainy weather. 

"It's Suga when we're doing business," he corrected, pushing himself off the swing while eyeing the security cameras wearily. They weren't working at the moment, due to some renovations or something like that, so you didn't really understand the paranoia. 

You tilted your head lazily at his statement, "it's always business with us."

"Exactly," he frowned, shaking his head in regret, "if it wasn't for- well, you know- you wouldn't have even figured out my actual name, which is already annoying. So no need to rub it in."

"Nope, I worked too hard to get that name just to never use it," you smirked, trying to keep your voice light, but on the inside you were itching to grab what you came for, "so... do you have it?"

Yoongi's hand disappeared into his jacket's pocket and returned with a small white bottle just barely the size of your thumb. Why was it so small?

"What the hell is that?"

Despite your words, it took everything in you not to snatch up the bottle like some savage, but your pleasantries only went so far. The second the bottle was in your hand you didn't bother waiting for him to leave before you opened it and downed three pills on the spot. 

He frowned in response, "I'm low on stock right now."

It was always so typical of him to have such short and concise responses, and although you hated it, it was pretty helpful for when you were going through withdrawals. It was easier for your foggy mind to understand short sentences rather than a bunch of details. But you were going to need the details in this case. Yoongi hadn't been low on stock in a long time, which means something must have happened.  

At your expression Yoongi sighed. 

"Look, I think someone tipped the police off about me so I'm laying low for a while. In fact, the only reason I'm even doing business with you right now is because you're my least problematic client, which I appreciate... and also because I know withdrawal can be a real pain."

You hummed in response, barely paying attention. The pills you just took weren't going to kick in for another 10-20 minutes, so most of what Yoongi was saying was flying through one ear and out the other. 

"Anyways," he sighed, likely noticing your current state, "I'll get the payment after I get the cops off my back."

He hesitated before his next words but ultimately mumbled, "take care of yourself."

You lazily watched as he made his way into a flashy red car and drove off before you realised you should probably get going as well. 

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By the time you reached your school, you felt your focus sharpen as the Adderall you had taken earlier finally started kicking in. The black jacket you had been wearing, to hide your uniform from Yoongi of course, was hanging against your arm as you made your way into the school towards your classroom. 

Since you were a little early, the class wasn't entirely full just yet. Students were still milling around, laughing and chatting about things you couldn't care less about. It wasn't until you sat down in your seat when you noticed that your best, and only, friend was already in the classroom. 

Kim Namjoon, with his dark brown hair and dimpled cheeks, gave you a stern look as he noticed your presence. 

"You didn't answer my call yesterday," he stated as-a-matter-of-factly. 

That made you snort, "when do I ever answer your calls for school related stuff?"

"Because you're too busy crashing from all the drugs you take throughout the day?"

It was his tone more than his words that made you turn towards him with a frown. Namjoon has always bothered you about your... recreational activities, that's no surprise. But there was something about the rare harshness in his voice this time that had you taken aback.  

"I'm fine Namjoon, chill out."

But Namjoon seemed unusually persistent today and only his next words gave some insight as to why, "you know there was a death in my apartment yesterday? A guy overdosed on a ton of cocaine and died, Y/N, because he was doing the exact same thing you do."

You shifted uncomfortably to mask your uneasiness.

"I don't do coke," you joked, but Namjoon's face didn't waver. 

"So? Whether it’s Adderall or meth, the result is still the same,” he pressed further, "you know he was completely alone when it happened? And when his family came to the funeral, they barely even cared. Most of them said they hadn't seen him in years."

You scoffed, "Well, I definitely won't have that problem."

His expression softened, "there are people that still care about you, Y/N, but if you continue on the path you're on right now, I can't guarantee that. I don't want you to be like him. I don't want you to end up alone with nothing but a drug addiction."

You could hear the fear in his voice at that last sentence. 

"I don't have an addiction, Namjoon, relax," you said as you heard the bell ring. All around you, students rushed to their seats in preparation for the class, "I could stop if I wanted to, you're just being paranoid."

He seemed disappointed at your response, even a little angry.

"You're high right now aren't you?" He whispered. 

“When am I not?"

"That's not funny, Y/N."

"It's a little funny."

Namjoon's hand grabbed your arm in frustration as his voice lowered, "this isn't a joke, Y/N. If you're not going to take this seriously then I'll have to do things you're not going to like."

You scoffed at the threat, "like what? Tell everyone about it? How would you even convince them? I'm a straight A student that's respectful to all the teachers. Who would even believe you?"

"A simple drug test can change all that," he snapped back. 

Your eyebrow raised, "so you'd report me to the police?"

Namjoon's frustrated face morphed into shame as he looked away quickly. The two of you had been friends ever since you and your father moved here when you were 7 years old. He was practically your brother at this point. When he found out about your using around a year ago, he had been furious, but every time he tried, he just couldn't report you. Maybe it was because he didn't want you to have a criminal record, or maybe it was because he didn't want to hurt you, either way he's been ashamed about the lack of action ever since. 

Namjoon watched the teacher walk into the class with a mixture of guilt and anguish. 

"I should... If I really cared about you I would've reported you the first time I found out. Maybe it wouldn't have become so bad if I did..."

You quietly watched as the students started getting out their textbooks and homework. Namjoon's words, despite not being anything new, should've moved you. You should've felt a need to change, or to do better. 

But you didn't feel any of that. Even hearing about that man, that might even be foreshadowing to your future, didn't instill any fear into your heart. In fact, the prospect of that being your future didn't shake you. 

Honestly, you felt nothing at all. 

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The sound of the bell ending first period had never felt more relieving as you finally felt Namjoon’s gaze, which had been drilling into the side of your head the entire time, shift. Thankfully, he wasn’t in your second period class so you’d finally get a break from his constant worry. 

That allowed you to make your way to your second classroom quietly before settling down in your usual seat that was near the back of the class. You were even going to quietly rest your head on your desk for a moment, but the sound of three girls shuffling towards you made you realise that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. 

It was always comical how fast she approached you the second Namjoon was out of the picture.

"Y/N!" 

You groaned, preparing yourself for what you knew was going to be one of the worst five minutes of your life.

Kim Jiwoo smirked as she peered down at you, two girls, whose names you didn't even know, at her side. Today she had tied her long brown hair into a half ponytail, letting her side bangs frame her face. Most would call her pretty, but you knew better than to flatter a snake. 

"Did you sleep in a barn last night?" She laughed, tugging at a strand of your hair, "it looks like a rat’s nest."

The two at her side laughed as she gasped.

"Wait, who am I kidding," she continued, " your father couldn't afford a barn. Where then? The side of a highway?"

Another round of her friends' laughs filled the room annoyingly. 

"Don't you have anywhere else to be insecure, Jiwoo?" You grumbled tiredly. 

She simply scoffed, "what do I have to be insecure about? Your face is all the self-love I need. Everyday I wake up and am thankful my parents didn't give birth to one like yours."

That made you smile, "speaking of parents, how is your parents' divorce going? I heard your dad was found sleeping with the maid after church, again. Personally I think you take after him the most."

The two girls' eyes widened in surprise as they side-eyed a seething Jiwoo. At this point, the whole class had gone quiet, listening intently to the two of you. 

For a moment, a very dumb moment, you thought she'd leave it at that and make an embarrassing exit. 

But you were never a very lucky one, were you?

"My parents' divorce is going great, thanks for asking," she said suddenly, a snake-like grin on her face, "I'm just glad both of them are still alive."

You tensed as you felt her close the space between the two of you, "how are your parents, Y/N?"

As unaffected as you were trying to appear, it took a lot of self-control not to throw a chair at her face. 

But Jiwoo wasn't done just yet. 

"Oh my!" She gasped, hands flying to her lips, "I completely forgot! You don't have both of your parents, do you?"

You could feel her breath as she chuckled, but the smile dropped from her face as she came closer, "What's wrong, Y/N? Mother couldn't survive a little chemo?"

Distantly you heard some students gasp, while others laughed. It didn't matter, because none of them could stop you when you brought up your fist and slammed it into her face. 

Anyone that says violence will never be fulfilling is a liar. Watching Jiwoo crumple to the ground was all the therapy you needed. 

Unfortunately, that only made her laugh more. 

"You know, if you kill yourself, maybe you can meet mommy in hell," she laughed, wiping the small trickle of blood from her mouth. 

You just scoffed, hiding the second wave of anger by sitting back in your seat, "and see you there too? No thanks."

As Jiwoo stood, the door of the classroom opened, causing everyone's head to snap towards it. The girls swooned as Mr. Kim walked in with light steps. His gaze first fell on Jiwoo, who was standing over you, and then your seated form.  

"Is there a problem here?"

No one answered, either too afraid for reprimand or too immersed in checking him out. Mr. Kim Seokjin was the youngest teacher in the school, not to mention the most attractive according to the female students. Forget the girls, you were pretty sure you've even caught some of the guys talking about how hot he is. 

When no one answered he raised an eyebrow. It was clear he knew something had happened here, something that shouldn't have happened. But after a moment, he must have decided to let it go because he turned around and started writing on the board. 

"Please go back to your seats everyone and turn to page 237."

You watched as everyone scrambled to their desks, except for Jiwoo of course, who gave you a condescending smile first. That was the one thing you could respect about her, she knew how to take a punch without being a whiny baby about it. The two of you had been at each other's throats for as long as you could remember. The rivalry between you was always so excessively vicious because you were cousins, meaning you knew a lot more about each other's familial secrets compared to the other students. In fact, now that you think about it, you probably exposed her parents' divorce to the class. But you'll take it as payback for yesterday, when she tripped you in the hallways and almost broke your head against one of the lockers. 

Mr. Kim continued to speak about the lesson, which you were completely focused on thanks to the pills you had taken this morning. 

Well, that was until you heard distracting whispers behind you. 

"Who's that?" A male voice whispered, seemingly to someone beside him. 

Another voice answered in the same manner, "oh yeah, you just transferred from class A, right? You don't know about the drama here. Those two have been at each other's throats since forever."

The first voice chuckled, "I don't care about that. Who is she?"

"Um," the second voice paused, as if confused, "you mean her? That's Kim Y/N... why? What's up?"

"She's got a hot back," the first voice said. 

You scowled as you turned around to face the voices, "this 'hot back' can hear you, you know."

You were met with two guys sitting next to each other. The first had permed dirty blonde hair, a boxy grin and intimidating eyes. You already knew him to be Taehyung. Although you'd never really held a full conversation with him, you knew he'd been in your class for a while. 

But the one sitting next to him wasn't as familiar, though you knew you've seen him in the halls before. His hair was a bright orange that oddly suited him, while his cheeks were soft yet structured. 

He was attractive, there was no denying it. But there was also no denying that he was the one commenting on your 'hot back' too, which you did not appreciate.

"Oh I know," he replied coolly, "is admiration suddenly a crime?"

"Go admire someone else's back, thanks," you said, turning back to the lesson being taught. 

But the whispers only continued. 

"Such a pretty face too," the orange haired guy said, and you could almost see him smirking. 

You saw exactly that when you turned around once again, but this time towards Taehyung, "could you put your friend on a leash?"

Taehyung, who actually seemed confused, just shrugged. 

"I'm Park Jimin," the orange haired guy announced, "what's your name, kitten?"

It took everything in you not to cringe at the nickname and instead turn back towards the front of the class, "not interested."

As you watched Mr. Kim turn towards the board to write something down, the sound of a pencil falling to the ground followed. You were sure Jimin threw one at you to get your attention, like some middle schooler might you add, but you were determined to ignore him, keeping your focus on the board. You could hear the sound of a chair scraping against the floor, a slight chuckle and even light footsteps. 

But a moment later you felt your back start to warm up. At first you thought maybe the classroom's heating had turned up, but then you swivelled around to come face to face with Park Jimin. His chest was so close to your back, all he had to do was move just an inch forward and he'd be pressed against it. 

With Mr. Kim still writing something on the board, Jimin went completely unnoticed aside from one or two curious students. 

But that didn't deter him at all. 

"There's going to be a party tonight at Taehyung's place," Jimin whispered, his lips close to your ear, "you should come. I'm sure you'll have a good time."

Just as his head lifted away from yours, Mr. Kim turned around. 

"Jimin, what are you doing out of your seat?" He asked, crossing his arms. 

Jimin raised a pencil in response, and with a start, you realised it was your pencil that had been sitting on your desk a few seconds earlier, "sorry, I just dropped my pencil."

Mr. Kim nodded and went back to teaching the lesson while you heard Jimin take his seat once again, still feeling the ghost of his lips near your ear. 

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For the record, it wasn't Park Jimin that had you driving to Taehyung's house at 10 PM on a Friday night. You had known about the party before he had 'invited' you and had already been planning to go. Of course, most students were attending for some partying.

And although partying sounded good, you had other intentions in mind. 

Your car rolled to a stop a few blocks away from Taehyung's house before you got out and started walking along the dark sidewalk. You could already hear the music and sounds of chatter from your current position, but you doubt anyone in the neighbourhood would complain about it. Taehyung's parents were the definition of rich, and messing with people like that was never a very smart option. The best they could do was pop in some ear plugs and wait the party out. 

"Y/N?!" A familiar voice behind you called out. 

Speaking of ear plugs...

You tried to fasten your pace, but Jiwoo was already in step beside you. There seemed to be no sign of the girls from earlier this time. 

"Where are your goons?"

Her reply was quick. 

"Where's your sobriety?"

You rolled your eyes, continuing to walk in silence. To your distaste, she didn't leave after that. 

"Thanks a lot for advertising the divorce. You know how hard it was to keep something like that on the down low?" She scoffed, actually looking quite annoyed. 

You raised an eyebrow, "you're really going to act like that after the chemo comment?"

"You started it. Don't act like some victim now."

It was your turn to scoff now, "you started it like 5 years ago."

"It was 7 years actually."

"Aww, do you have a calendar you use to mark our fights too? I'm straight, before you get any ideas."

"Oh screw off, Y/N."

Thankfully, there was a beat of silence after that. You cursed yourself for parking so far away from the house, but it was usually useful for when the police were called and they started impounding cars. At this point, you'd rather take the police than Jiwoo's presence. 

After a moment Jiwoo spoke up again, "I saw you with Jimin in second period."

She grinned. 

"A manwhore and a junkie... it's a match made in heaven."

You almost celebrated when Taehyung's house finally came into view. Without even bothering to look in Jiwoo's direction, you scurried into the house, but not before hearing her cackle like some kind of witch. 

You genuinely feel bad for whoever decides to curse their life by marrying her. Maybe she'll do everyone a favour and stay single forever, though you doubt she'd be that gracious. 

Even though it was relatively early for the party, the living room was packed with people. Students you recognized from school were chatting and laughing together while others played games and took shots. You were pretty sure you even caught one or two college kids here and there too. 

As you scanned the room, your eyes were naturally drawn to a head of bright orange hair sitting on one of the couches lazily as a girl sat on his lap with a smile. Jimin looked good, with a simple white t-shirt and ripped jeans. A silver earring, similar to Yoongi's, hung from one of his ears. 

For a second, you thought his eyes caught yours, but you turned away and started walking towards the kitchen before you could confirm. It didn't matter anyway, you weren't here for him. 

The sight of alcohol had you smiling. 

You were here for this.  

You grabbed a cup and filled it with beer from one of the tanks sitting on the counter. There were a few empty bottles of vodka and even wine sprawled around, implying that if you looked hard enough you might be able to snag a bottle. But you weren't very keen on getting too hammered tonight. 

While deep in thought, you didn't notice Jimin slip in front of you until he started talking. 

"Having fun?" He asked, a red plastic cup filled with a clear substance already in his hand. His hair was dishevelled and messy, like someone had run their hands through it many times, and a silver necklace shaped like an upside down spade hung from his neck. 

The necklace forced you to look down at his loose sleeveless white shirt, which did a poor job at hiding his toned figure. The muscles in his arm were flexed as they held the cup, making it hard to focus on the one in your own hand. You turned towards the kitchen's counter, trying to shift your mind to something else. 

But Jimin seemed to notice that, making him smirk.

"Like what you see?" He asked innocently as he slowly made his way towards you. When he finally came to a stop, he was so close you could feel the heat of his chest on your arm while his hand rested on the countertop right in front of you, "you don't have to look away, kitten. I don't mind giving it to you if you want it."

Your sharp gaze met his eyes once again, which were also a lot closer than you had initially thought. With his chest near your arm, his hot breath against your ear and his ruffled hair, you didn't blame yourself when you felt a hesitant shiver run down your spine. 

Park Jimin was a jerk, but god was he a hot jerk.

But was this something you wanted? Although you weren't exactly opposed to the idea, you didn't exactly want it either. It had been a long time since you last had sex, and the thought of doing it again with someone like Jimin, aka someone with a lot of recent experience, was kind of nerve wracking. You'd rather just get high. 

"Believe it or not, I didn't come to this party because of you," you said finally. 

"Oh?" His gaze lingered on your lips before raising back to your eyes, "then why are you here?" 

For the free alcohol, and hopefully free drugs, would've been your honest answer. 

"Why does anyone attend parties? To have some fun of course."

Jimin regarded you for a moment before replying, "there are different types of fun at parties. Which one are you here for?"

You shrugged, "not the type you're interested in."

With that, you filled your cup to the top before walking out of the room, eyes peeled for a dealer. Your talk with Jimin had heightened your desire for some fun, which for you was to feel nothing at all. All you had to do was find a dealer that would be willing to give you a sample. 

Thankfully, with your experience, finding someone was no problem. In less than 10 minutes you had found and flagged down a man that seemed much too old to be at a high school party. You chuckled inwardly at the sudden thought of 'cheating' on Yoongi with another dealer, but Yoongi wasn't always available, especially now that the police were on his back. 

After getting the dealer to trust that you weren't a cop, which was stupid considering your age, he eyed you with a more comfortable stare. 

"Okay, what do you need?" He asked patiently. 

You paused for a moment, thinking it over. You already had gotten some Adderall from Yoongi earlier today, and you were craving something a little stronger. But you were in the mood of something relaxing, not stimulating.  

Then the thought of heroin popped into your mind. You were always careful when it came to opioids since they're insanely addictive, but the last time you had some was a pretty long time ago. You were sure the gap was long enough for it to be safe to take it again. Besides, the feeling it gave was always amazing, like every cell in your body was relaxed and calm. 

You'd like that at the moment, and you told him just that. 

He excused himself for a second, rushing into a room before returning again with a bag of fine white powder. He held it out to you discretely, but not before announcing the price. 

"I want a sample first," you said, but the man shook his head. 

"Sorry, no samples."

That made you scoff, "What? How am I supposed to know if it's good or not? Besides this is heroin I'm talking about, not weed."

"Either give me the money and take it or don't. I don't do samples."

"No thanks, I'll look somewhere else."

You turned and started making your way away from him, feeling a bit irritated, but not very angry. You've never had an issue with finding samples at a party. You just seemed to have picked the wrong guy. 

But soon enough, after dealing with multiple dealers that refused, you huffed in frustration. 

"What is up today with you guys? Why is everyone suddenly so against samples?" You rambled to one of them. He just gave you a tired look. 

"Supply has been low lately. I've heard that the police are closing in on some of our harbour guys- uh, major suppliers, if you don't understand. A lot of them have had to lay low because of it, meaning guys like us aren't getting a lot of supply lately. We can't afford to give out samples right now."

So Yoongi wasn't the only one in a tight spot at the moment. Turns out a lot of dealers are suffering right now. That almost made you groan out loud. 

"So that's a hard no to the sample?" You said, causing the guy to raise an eyebrow. 

"Just pay up, don't be cheap," he said with crossed arms. 

"It's a party. Obviously, I didn't bring any money with me, I've never needed it."

The guy just shook his head and walked away, leaving you alone and needy. 

No samples. No dealers. You couldn't contact Yoongi at the moment either, which meant drugs were now out of the question. So much for having fun. 

You downed your cup of beer, though you knew the most it would do was leave you buzzed. You could always start searching for the vodka you had seen earlier, but your dad was coming back tomorrow and you didn't want to be dealing with a killer hangover when meeting him. 

While your mind did back flips trying to figure out a way to salvage the night, your gaze caught Jimin at the other side of the room. He was laughing with a girl, rarely taking a sip from his cup as he listened to the girl talk about things you couldn't hear. 

You've heard a lot of people say that taking heroin feels like having 1000 orgasms at once. Obviously, there was nothing else that could achieve such a feeling.

But there was definitely something that came close.

As if hearing your thoughts, Jimin's eyes, which had been scanning the room nonchalantly, fell on your figure. When you didn't look away, he tilted his head, almost like he was asking a question. 

Your gaze flickered to the staircase before landing back on him. Hoping he'd get the hint, you started making your way up them, not waiting to see if he was following. 

Asking for sex was one thing you would not grant Park Jimin. If he wanted it, he was going to have to be smart enough to get it. 

After checking in on a few rooms, you finally entered one that wasn't occupied with a moaning mess of bodies. It was luxurious, with a king sized bed wrapped in comfy looking sheets, a fluffy carpet coating most of the floor and a mini chandelier hanging overhead. 

It made you wonder what the hell Taehyung's parents did for a living. 

Before you could ponder any further, the sound of the room’s door opening and then closing quickly pulled you out of your thoughts, which was then followed by the sound of light footsteps treading carefully on the wooden floor. 

When the footsteps softened because of the carpet, you turned around to find Jimin standing barely a foot away from you, his gaze focused on your still form. Now that the prospect of sex was a lot more likely, you let yourself properly enjoy the sight of him. Your eyes first started with his body, taking in the toned muscles that peaked through his white shirt and then his thick thighs that were exposed through his ripped jeans. 

"It looks like you've changed your mind," he said, taking a step closer, causing you to take a step back.

But Jimin simply took another step forward until you could feel the cold wall press into your back. One of his hands leaned against the wall behind your head while the other leaned against the wall beside your stomach, caging you in the process. It forced you to focus on his face now, rather than his body. His orange hair was still dishevelled, framing his face perfectly. Despite the softness of his cheeks, his jawline was sharp, along with his eyes and nose. With how close he was, you could see every dip and pore in his face, yet somehow you couldn't find a single flaw on his skin. 

His eyes scanned your own body and face the same way you had barely a second ago, pupils dilating in desire.

"Can I touch you, kitten?"

Ignoring the nickname, your gaze travelled down to his lips, which looked so soft and plump. You wanted to know how they would feel on your skin, especially on your own lips. 

You nodded slowly before breathing out your answer, "yes."

Jimin wasted no time pulling you closer towards him. He let his hands run down your arms and rest at your waist as his eyes flickered between your lips and neck, as if conflicted as to which one to start with.

As he pulled your waist against him, his lips started on your neck, leaving behind light kisses that gradually became more and more heated. His hand rubbed circles against your hip, in an oddly reassuring manner, while his lips started to lower to your collarbone. 

Your breathing started to intensify as Jimin left open mouthed kisses against your neck and jaw. 

"I was hoping you'd change your mind," he breathed against your neck. A new set of pleasuring shivers travelled down your spine.

"Why's that?"

His hand, which had been resting on your hip, traveled upwards to cup your cheek, "I wasn't joking when I said you had a pretty face."

The hand cupping your cheek suddenly pulled you forward as Jimin connected your lips with his. They were so soft and plump as they moved against yours, causing your stomach to flutter in satisfaction. You never realised just how pleasurable making out was until today.

Jimin’s lips travelled back to your neck as he continued to drop heated kisses against your skin. You could still feel his hand rubbing circles into your hip while the other brushed against your cheek to hold your head steady. 

Feeling a little hazy, your hand disappeared into your pocket to bring out the white bottle Yoongi had given you this morning. As Jimin continued to wreck your neck in the most pleasurable way possible, you opened the bottle behind his back and moved it to down a pill or two. 

But the sound of its opening caused Jimin to look up until he eyed the bottle in your hand. 

"Are those drugs?" He asked suddenly, pulling away from you slightly. 

"No they're just Skittles," you replied sarcastically, moving the bottle towards your lips once again. But before you could pop even one pill, Jimin swiped the bottle out of your hand and chucked it into the trash can across the room. 

"Wh- Hey! What the hell?!" You protested, but he gently pushed you back against the wall.

"No drugs in the bedroom."

Before you could scoff he closed the distance between the two of you once again, letting his lips brush against your ear, "you're in my bedroom, Y/N. That means you follow my rules."

As if to make a point, he brushed his fingers against the inside of your clothed thigh, pulling a heavy breath from your lips. 

Your irritation soon morphed into pleasure as Jimin brought his lips to yours once again. One of his hands was still rubbing circles against your hip, but the other had moved down to your waist to pull you closer to him. 

“Why did you-” he paused at the sight of you as he pulled back for a moment. Swollen lips, messy hair, heavy pants… Jimin didn’t think he’d ever encountered someone hotter in his entire life. 

He cleared his throat, hoping you didn’t notice the pause, “why’d you change your mind?”

You took him in for a moment. His rust-coloured hair was dishevelled, with a few strands falling onto his forehead, while his plush lips separated to accommodate his heavy breaths. 

You shrugged. 

“I wanted to try a different kind of fun,”

“Fun?” He repeated with a grin.

You felt his hand circle your wrist before he guided you away from the wall. From this angle, you got to enjoy his back muscles peeking from his white shirt before he turned back to you. 

“Clothes off. Get on the bed,” he instructed, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it to a corner. 

“I’ll show you what fun is, kitten.”

Chapter 2

#jimin high school au #jimin fanfic #jimin x reader #bts x reader #jimin fic #bts au fic #bts au #jimin #park jimin #bts jimin #jimin bts #high school student jimin #bts fic #jimin angst #jimin smut #jimin x y/n #bts series #jimin series #jin #yoongi #namjoon #hoseok #taehyung #jungkook #seokjin #suga #rm #jhope #v

[haikyuu-fluff-imagines]

Haikyuu Characters First Kiss with Their GF

Sakusa, Kageyama, Akaashi PT. 1

Sakusa Kiyoomi

It was Itachiyama's game with Karasuno, and to be completely frank, I was terrified. Kiyo's team was winning, but I'd heard, and seen, some insane things from/about them. So when the ball hit the ground inside the lines and I heard the buzzer, I almost started sobbing. Kiyo had been practicing so hard for this and it payed off.

I was with his coach on the side lines, smiling brightly with tears in my eyes, as they went around thanking each other and the audience.

Finally Kiyo came over and smiling at me.

"We won." He said and I giggled.

"I saw. Congratulations Kiyo, I know you worked really hard. Good on all of you." I said to the team at the end. He smiled and then looked down and scowled.

"I'm going to go shower." I nodded, smiling.

...

"Good job, really." I said on the bus ride back to his house. He smiled and sighed as he let his head fall on my shoulder.

"I couldn't have done it without you." He said, nuzzling his head around.

"Wah, it's four am." I said.

"Woah." He replied as his head jerked up in surprise.

"Aww, you look so sleepy." I cooed and he blushed softly, not that I could really tell, his mask covered most of his cheeks.

"I am." He groaned as he flopped his head back onto my shoulder.

"Ow." I whined.

"That didn't hurt." He scoffed, playfully. I rolled my eyes and started brushing my fingers through his hair.

"We still have over an hour, honey, I'll wake you up when we're there if you want to sleep." He nodded and looked up. I raised my brows and pouted my lips, silently asking what he needed.

He raised his head back up and pulled his mask down.

"What?" I asked, a bit confused.

"You know what I noticed today?" I hummed.

"I was so tired, thinking I was going to pass out." I furrowed my brows in confusion but he kept going.

"But when I looked over at you, with your hands clasped and your little confused face, yeah that one." I smiled.

"I realized how much I loved you." I sucked in a breath and he smiled.

"You don't have to say it back, just wanted you to know." He said.

"Kiyo?" I whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Can you kiss me?" I asked. He glanced down at my lips before softly cupping my jaw and slowly bringing us together into a soft kiss.

It was not one of those kisses you see on TV, it was so bad, neither of us had kissed anyone before. But knowing it was with the man I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, it was perfect.

He slowly pulled away and opened his eyes.

"I love you too." I smiled as he nuzzled his head into my collarbone, a blushing mess.

Kageyama

I groaned as the ball fell to the ground and I followed.

"Tsukishima!" Kageyama screamed as he ran over to me.

"Okay, I didn't mean for that to happen." Tsukishima said.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Suga asked as he came closer.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I looked up and heard Hinata make an 'oh..'

"What?" I asked.

"You're bleeding. C'mere, let me get the first aid kit." Suga said but Kageyama stepped forward.

"I'll do it." He said and Suga nodded.

"Alright everyone, let's get back to practice." He said as he turned around.

Kageyama had an arm wrapped around my waist as we walked to Takeda-san and he opened the first aid kit.

"Y/n, do you feel disoriented at all?" He asked as he handed a package of tissues to Kageyama to open.

"No sir, just a tingly feeling." I giggled.

Kageyama tilted my head up and I shook my head.

"Mm-mn, that's not good for a bloody nose." I said.

"Well you're still a know-it-all, so I think you'll be fine." Kageyama said.

"Hehe." I giggled as Takeda-san walked away.

"I'm sorry you got hit in the face." Kageyama mumbled as I pressed a tissue under my nose.

"It's fine, and hey, Tsukishima didn't do it on purpose." He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah. Mhm. Are you sure you feel okay?" He asked.

"...Actually, it does hurt." I said and he eyes widened.

"Where?" He asked as he bent down to be level with my face.

"Here." I pointed to my lips.

"Didn't Tsukishima hit you in the nose?" He asked confusedly.

"Tobio." I deadpanned.

"What- Oh." He flushed and cradled my head in his hands, letting me move the tissue out of the way. My nose had stopped bleeding.

He smiled as he brought us together in a slightly hesitant kiss. I smiled into the kiss and he pulled away and patted my head softly.

"Get back to practice you." I giggled.

"Mkay, just face the wall okay?" I pursed my lips and pushed him away and he had a grin as he walked away.

Akaashi Keji

"Bokuto!" I laughed as I was engulfed in a huge bear hug.

"Y/n, you didn't say you were coming today!" He yelled, excitedly.

"Ah, it was just on a whim, I made some cookies and decided to bring some." I said and he gasped.

"Guys! Y/n brought cookies!" He yelled and the rest of the team came in, Akaashi was walking slowly behind them.

"Here, how about you give them out." I said and Bokuto nodded as I walked to Akaashi.

"Hi, Keji." He smiled as I hugged him.

"Hey princess." He said softly.

"Bokuto seems happy." I said and Akaashi chuckled.

"He was a bit upset earlier, couldn't spike the way he wanted to." I nodded in understanding.

"Thanks for the cookies by the way, you didn't need to do that." He smiled.

"No, I did, I made a lot more than I thought." He laughed at my expression and I smiled at the sound.

.

I stayed for their practice because Keji said he'd take me out for coffee after. That wasn't the only reason I was going of course, but coffee with your boyfriend is better than coffee alone.

"Hey, I just washed up, let's go." I nodded at Akaashi and turned around.

"Bye Bokuto-san, I'll see you at school tomorrow!" I waved.

"Byeee!" He yelled and waved back.

.

"Good job today." I said when we sat down by a window in the coffee shop. He sighed and smiled as he shook his head slightly.

"Yeah, it was a good practice, mostly since you were there." I blushed.

"Flirt." I accused.

"Only for you, baby." He batted his eyelashes as he took a sip of his drink.

"You're too pretty for you're own good." I giggled.

"I'm serious though, it meant a lot, even if you thought it wasn't much. The team's been stressed lately." I nodded in understanding.

"Well if there's anything I can do, please tell me." I said as I got up to put my tray and plate where it needed to go and Akaashi got up to walk with me.

"Hm, well, one thing." I raised and eyebrow as we left the café.

"What is it?" I asked as he grabbed my hand softly.

"Can you kiss me?" He asked.

"Can I kiss you?" I repeated.

"Mhmm.." He blushed.

I tugged on his hand slowly and he smiled. He leant down until our lips touched and we both smiled into the kiss until we pulled away.

"Less stressed?" I asked and he shrugged.

"Let's do it again just to make sure." I nodded as he pulled me closer by the waist and connected our lips again.

#haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa fluff #haikyuu fluff #kageyama fluff #kageyama tobio #haikyuu kageyama #akaashi keiji #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi fluff #akaashi x y/n #sakusa x y/n #kageyama x y/n #akaashi x reader #sakusa x reader #kageyama x reader #karasuno #fukurodani #itachiyama

[cookiegirlsstuff]

The Hobi cheer up pt. 2

AN: This is part 2 of a series that will consist of 7 parts. I hope you like it!

Lee: Namjoon

Ler: J-hope

༉‧₊˚🖇🖤❀༉‧₊˚.

"Namjoon, please come here for a moment!" Jin's voice echoed through the bangtan dorm.

Namjoon didn't react. In fact, he hadn't even heard it. He sat in his room, where he had set up his own little studio, and worked.

"Is he working again?" Jungkook asked his hyungs.

"Yup," Taehyung replied, who was about to lose to Jimin in overwatch.

"But we're off this week, aren't we?" asked Jin, confused.

"You know Namjoon hyung. He's always working," Jimin intervened.

"Listen, I'm going upstairs now and then he won't be working anymore," said J-hope confidently and left the living room.

"Do you think Hobi hyung will make it?" asked Jungkook with interest.

"I bet against it. And if he does make it, I'll buy you 10 banana milks," said Suga.

In the meantime, J-hope had arrived at his destination and entered the leader's room without hesitation.

"Hey… why don't you knock!?" shouted Namjoon, who was scared to death.

"Why don't you take a break?" J-hope asked surprisingly calmly.

"Why should I?" asked Rm, slightly annoyed but also puzzled.

"Why you should? Are you serious? It's our time off and you're working here all day!" the older one remarked.

"I'm sorry, but I can't stop now so can you please leave?" Namjoon asked, annoyed.

"No," Hoseok replied without hesitation.

"Go away!" said the younger one much louder now. You could tell he wasn't in the best of moods.

"Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon…I really wanted to avoid this, but you leave me no other choice," J-hope muttered. That sent a shiver down the younger boy's spine, but he didn't give it a second thought.

Suddenly, J-hope came closer and closer until he was standing right in front of the chair Namjoon was sitting on.

"You need a Hobi cheer up," he said before poking Namjoon in the side.

He immediately flinched away and pressed himself against the other side of the chair as best he could.

But that didn't bother Hobi in the slightest and now he alternately poked Namjoon's left side and then his right.

Namjoon tried to suppress his giggles, but failed miserably. His only hope was to fall off the chair and run away, which he now tried to do. But he failed again when J-hope simply pinned him to the floor, hands up.

Inside, he cursed himself, because now his hyung only had more room to tickle him.

"How cute," J-hope teased him before starting to run a finger along his armpits.

"Hoba, pleahahase stahahap!" Namjoon laughed helplessly.

"I quote….why should I?" his hyung just laughed and began to tickle his armpits properly now.

"Whahahat hahahave I dahane to you?" asked Namjoon in desperation. This whole situation was so embarrassing for him and what's more, he was supposed to be working right now.

"You're asking that? You overworked yourself but you can't admit it, you shouted at me, you wanted me to go away and you wanted to escape my cheer up! And now you're asking what you did to me?"

With each of these sentences, J-hope's devilish hands, which were currently tickling Namjoon's ribs, became faster.

It was pure torture, but at the same time the leader was somehow happy to be able to relax for a moment without worrying about everything.

"I wonder where else you are ticklish." Hoseok runs his nails down to RM's belly button. He paused for a second to start tickling his belly button unexpectedly.

"NO ." Namjoon yelped and started laughing. But both of them knew taht the worst was still to come

"Ohhh is the little giggly one ticklish there? Tickle tickle." J-hope teases. Five more minutes into the belly button ticking and he decided to go for the leaders worst spot.

He let go of Namjoon's arms and took his feet in a firm grip instead.

"Hobi please! I'm happy now and I'm not going to work anymore," Namjoon begged, already suspecting what his hyung was up to.

"I'm sorry, but you need and you want this," Hoseok said as he slowly and tortuously removed Namjoon's socks.

Namjoon giggled nervously and just prayed that it would be over quickly and that he could forget that this whole embarrassing situation had never happened.

But he had probably been praying to the wrong gods, because before Hoseok could even begin, the door suddenly opened and the 95 line entered the room.

At first, everyone just stared at each other, puzzled, until Hobi called the two troublemakers over and asked them to help him.

And so the real torture began. Hoseok held Namjoon's right foot and gently stroked it with his finger. Normally, this wouldn't tickle too much, but since Jimin and Taehyung were wrecking his left foot, Namjoon's laughter was hysterical.

They didn't forgot a spot. First they poked his soles, then they scratched them just to poke again. They even scratched each of his toes individually.

"GUYS PLEAHAHSE", Namjoon laughed and squirmed.

After a few more minutes, J-hope finally had mercy and everyone let go of Namjoon.

Just as for JK he made sure that his friend was truly happy now before they returned to the living room.

And now Namjoon knew that he shouldn't mess with his hyung. By the way legends say that Jungkook deserves 10 banana milks now.

Hope you guys like it! Which member next? 💜

(I'm still improving my writing so of course it's not perfect)

#bts #bts tickling #tickle fic #bts tickle #tickle content #bts tickle fic #lee!namjoon #ler!hoseok

[iwashie]

BLUE LOCK MEN AS LOVE SONGS pt3

📌 yukimiya kenyu, karasu tabito, eita otoya, kurona ranze, yo hiori, nanase nijiro, barou shoei, niko ikki

⋆⋆☆⋆⋆⋆⋆warnings- bllk men as love songs I think suits them

🧡 YUKIMIYA KENYU- BLUEBERRY EYES/ MAX & SUGA

Damn, you look so good Laying there wearing nothing but my T-shirt Your body's a neighborhood Wanna drive my lips all around it 'Cause I'm holding my breath Wondering when you're gonna wake up in my arms Head on my chest, my heart's beating I can't wait to... Kiss you each morning with strawberry skies 'Cause I get so lost in your blueberry eyes I'm running through my dreams to see you in the light 'Cause I get so lost in your blueberry eyes....

💜  KARASU TABITO- LATE NIGHT TALKING/ HARRY STYLES

I'll do everythin' I can to help you through If you're feelin' down, I just wanna make you happier, baby Wish I was around, I just wanna make you happier, baby We've been doin' all this late night talking 'Bout anything you wanted 'til the mornin' Now you're in my life I can't get you off my mind I've never been a fan of change But I'd follow you to any place If it's Hollywood or Bishopsgate, I'm coming too...

💚 EITA OTOYA- CAN I CALL YOU TONIGHT/ DAYGLOW

I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much? Oh, you're wasting my time You're just, just, just wasting time Something happens and I'm head over heels I never find out 'til I'm head over heels Something happens and I'm head over heels Ah, don't take my heart, don't break my heart Don't, don't, don't throw it away....

💗 KURONA RANZE- BABY I'M YOURS/ ARCTIC MONKEYS

Baby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours) And I'll be yours (yours) until the stars fall from the sky Yours (yours) until the rivers all run dry In other words, until I die Baby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours) And I'll be yours (yours) until the sun no longer shines Yours (yours) until the poets run out of rhyme In other words, until the end of time I'm gonna stay right here by your side And do my best to keep you satisfied Nothing in the world could drive me away Every day, you'll hear me say....

💙 YO HIORI- APOCALYPSE/ CAS

You've been locked in here forever And you just can't say goodbye Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers Wrapped in your arms You've been hiding them in hollowed out pianos Left in the dark Got the music in you, baby Tell me why Got the music in you, baby Tell me why You've been locked in here forever And you just can't say goodbye Your lips, my lips Apocalypse....

💛 NANASE NIJIRO- PUPPY LOVE/ PAUL ANKA

And they called it "puppy love" Oh, I guess they'll never know How a young heart really feels And why I love her so And they called it "puppy love" Just because we're, we're 17....

❤️ BAROU SHOEI- COME INSIDE OF MY HEART/ IV OF SPADES

I love you But I don't really show you I'd call you But only if you want me too Oh, don't you let it stop Oh, I won't let it happen, baby I will never stop But only if you listen to me Come inside of my heart If you're looking for answers Look at the stars Go a little bit faster Oh, baby Forgive me if I hurt you Come save me 'Cause you're the only one for me...

🖤 NIKO IKKI- SO THIS IS LOVE/ SNEHA

Mmm, so this is love, mmm, so this is love So this is what makes life divine I'm all aglow, mmm, and now I know The key to all heaven is mine My heart has wings, mmm, and I can fly I'll touch every star in the sky So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of Mmm, mmm, so this is love Mmm, mmm I'll touch every star in the sky So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of Mmm, mmm, so this is love....

#bllk imagines #blue lock headcanons #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock #bllk x you #bllk headcanons #bllk fluff #yukimiya kenyu #karasu tabito #eita otoya #kurona ranze #nanase nijiro #yo hiori #barou shouei #niko ikki

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

not allowed xiv, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader, mentions of yoongi x reader – est. poly relationship

summary: You have come to witness the destruction that was an adorable, innocent, JJK4-lookalike bunny cake until Kim Seokjin graped the hell out of it. Live, in front of millions of people! :O It's so horrible you can't help but look... and cut a slice to eat it. Hm? Oh, right, it's the Golden Maknae's birthday. Guess what we're doing. That right! Slow dancing. And fucking.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; fluff what's with me these days; smut (fem reader, slight D/s vibes, spit kink?, handjob, nipple play, fingering, penetrative sex, spanking, anal); idol!BTS - Jungkook x reader x Yoongi; reader is JK’s noona; occurs after JK's birthday VLIVE; based on real time

part of ‘not allowed’ series, but can be read alone. basic summary: your bf asked JK to fuck you, twice, and then on the regular. blue haired JK. 2021 YG birthday, ‘Butter’, wiyllt remix. new skill acquired, JK’s sheer pj punishment, 2021 JK birthday, during PTD in LA, 2022 HNY, 2022 YG birthday, PTD in LV

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“Oh no, the destruction is much worse in real life than on live.”

Jeon Jungkook, the Golden Maknae with the heavenly voice and the biggest peepers of them all, took the knife and stabbed his graped rabbit cake in its big head.

“Jungkook!”

And laughed like a maniac.

You gasped exaggeratedly and smacked your hand down on his. Your boyfriend stopped laughing immediately at your serious expression and froze, unease flickering into those dark brown orbs as you tightened your fingers around his fist.

And pushed down, slicing through the confectionary rabbit.

“I didn’t want a piece that big,” you fake-whined, boinking his shoulder with a mischievous grin. “It’s already past midnight.”

Sorry, bunny, but sacrifices must be made.

Jungkook caught on and smiled, big teeth and all. “But I need help eating him,” he bantered back, pinning his nose against your temple and repeatedly nudging you, his laugh against your skin.

“Ack, I don’t really like sweets, you know that,” you playfully chided, cutting yourself a very skinny slice, still holding Jungkook’s hand and making it much harder for yourself. “But it’s your birthday, so I should at least have a little.”

“You love sweets, noona.”

He was being deliberately annoying – allowed today since it was his birthday – hovering all around you as you took one of his forks and took a bite. As expected, sweet. Not too bad though. The grape addition was honestly quite refreshing. “Hm?”

“’Cause you love SUGA-hyung.”

…

You gave him a look.

It was pretty spot-on to Min Yoongi’s general expression of faint disapproval. You learned a lot from him over the years. Tongue technology came to mind first. Then niche facial expressions. Oh, and the depth of love. Yeah, that was pretty important when you were dating. As important as tongue technology? Debatable. Would require further investigation, most likely. You would bring it up with Yoongi during your next, ahem, business meeting.

Jungkook grinned and poked your nose, smearing it with white icing.

“Oi!”

You scrunched your face, but he swooped in, licking it off and sending shooting sparks across your skin.

You squinted at him with a slight upturn of your lips.

Jungkook grinned, a smile that could light up a nation.

He was a pillar of the nation, after all.

Still highly suspicious, you brought a bite of cake to your lips and ate it, not moving your head as you chewed slowly and swallowed. You didn’t back away though. Wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. Jungkook wiggled his tongue and threatened to lick your nose again. You glared at him. Do it. Those dark eyebrows bounced dangerously.

You suddenly felt his hands on your hips.

“What are you doing?”

He said exactly what someone doing something would say.

“Nothing…” he replied in a sing-song tone, swaying your ass from side to side in a slow dance while you held the plate and fork, pointedly eating the cake. Must be a very weird sight, you still going at the slice of graped rabbit cake while Jeon Jungkook slow-danced with you in his kitchen, an unrecognizable but calming song playing in the background on his speakers. The aftermath of his live broadcast was scattered over the table – his Time Difference photo folio book, the phone face down, the stand still propped up, microphone, half-eaten (read: destroyed) cake and green grapes.

But you only had eyes for Jungkook.

Sparkling starry eyes, playful smile accented with a silver lip ring and underlip mole, no makeup, soft black pajamas with an all-over print of crowded tiny white dashes, sleeves partly rolled up to expose his colorful tattoos and shapely forearms. He was still leading you in this prom-worthy dance that you were both too old for, although, looking at the youth in your faces, no one would be able to guess right away.

At first, he was just doing it to bother you, but time slowed down. Seconds coated with sweetness, staring into his eyes and his hands framing your hips, his fingers going under the oversized white t-shirt and caressing the waistband of your loose jeans. The big unmarked black hoodie you had used to cover your frame was tossed onto the back of one of his dining chairs, along with the black huge bucket hat and face mask. You had made sure to pin up your hair so it didn’t show when you were in public. You had even considered the detail of the brands for each piece of clothing, from the bucket hat to the sneakers by his door, trendy and on the higher end, all so it was ambiguous enough that anyone who happened to be looking at you couldn’t single you out for being in this neighborhood. You blended right in, a person that looked as if they were meant to be there.

It was a bit like being a spy, dating a member of BTS.

Dating two of them, well, you had to be crazy.

You cut off a tiny bite and fed it to Jungkook, smiling as he chomped down and ate off your fork.

“Did you see Yoongi-hyung while I was doing my live?” he asked stickily, mouth full.

You chuckled. “No, I had to work and do some things at home. But I watched your live until the end and then came to see you. Seokjin let me know when it was safe.”

He tilted his head at you, frowning a little. “Aren’t you going to be tired tomorrow?”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you?”

Those dark brown orbs glittered with indecent thoughts. “Maybe, if this girl I really like stops eating cake.”

You hummed, stalling. “The cake is really tasty.”

His fingertips were stroking the edge of the waistband, grazing over your skin. You maintained eye contact, cocky brow lift and all. Sure, maybe you had already fallen for this bunny’s irresistible charms, but there was no reason to not fall on your own terms.

Jungkook leaned forward and placed his forehead on yours.

What was this? A drama? Did he see this scene while on one of his living-room-mattress drama binge sessions? His hair tickled your temples. You were running out of cake. You didn’t say anything, defying him with your gaze. Undeterred, Jungkook continued running his fingers along your waist and back, leaving lines of sensual sparks in his wake, lowering his lashes, doing that thing he did in photos that everyone witnessed. The shift from cute to cunning. Frisky business, if anyone asked you, and he was asking you to join him in his endeavors.

Well.

How could you tell him it was not allowed on his birthday?

“Noona, you’re so pretty,” Jungkook breathed against the sugar clinging onto your lips.

You kept the fork in your mouth, licking it off in your mouth before saying, “You’re quite sexy and foxy yourself.”

Ah, there it was, that deviousness creeping into his gaze. “Did you like the photos?”

You lowered the plate and fork, setting them on the table.

“I like every photo of you, Jungkook.”

It was true. That was what got you in this sticky situation to begin with.

That and Min Yoongi telling you that you were not allowed to refuse Jeon Jungkook.

You leaned in and he already knew, lightly licking the corner of your lips before pressing them to yours, his smile felt more than seen, metal lip ring against your skin. His hands slid up your back, toying with your bra strap, then becoming too preoccupied with the tango of tongues to unhook it, losing himself to your hands on him, to your fingers tracing the v-neckline and toying with the buttons, sucking on his tongue and making him moan, longing and love.

It would never be holding hands out in public. It would never be going to concerts together, visiting amusement parks, not even dinner-and-a-date monotony that other couples had. It would never be even a single photo together to prove that the love between you and Jungkook existed.

But it did exist, right here.

In this kiss, in your smirk as you unbuttoned his pajama shirt. In his smile as he undid your bra under your shirt and naughtily squeezed your breasts. In your noise of disapproval and nip at his lower lip, making him gasp.

Crazy to think that these memories existed nowhere but in the imprints of skin and mind between you and Jungkook. That was how this love was, not ordinary, special to everyone else, but this was ordinary to you, from the first decision to hold Yoongi’s hand in secret, to now lifting both of yours for Jungkook to yank off your shirt and press his lips to your collarbone, bra discarded as well, your fingers running through his hair and laughing as they messed up the clips holding back his long black strands.

You almost wanted to ask him, are you okay with this? Are you okay with loving me, knowing it will always be behind closed doors, knowing that I can’t even put on a cute dress to see you in person, let alone take you out on such a special day like your birthday?

He seemed to sense your questions and lifted his head, stars in those glistening dark orbs.

You smiled at him and didn’t weigh him down with your thoughts.

“Noona, I’m really upset.”

You tilted your head, lips parting. “What? Why?”

Jungkook pouted and hoisted you up by your ass.

“Gah!”

“You always look good in everything,” he declared, marching off to his bedroom with his shirt open and you topless, grabbing onto his head as you clamped your thighs around his waist. “Even in baggy clothes. It’s really annoying.”

You stared off into the proverbial distance that everyone viewed when thinking, what the fuck?

“Have you ever looked in a mirror, Jungkook?”

“Yeah, and I don’t get horny looking at myself, but I get horny looking at you.”

Well, Jungkook, do I have news for you when it comes to the general public viewing your photos, let’s just say the limit does not exist when it comes to the number of orgasms your photos have caused, at the very least I can attest to–

You yelped and bounced onto his bed as he threw you down, flinging off his shirt and climbing on top of you. Those fierce eyes stared you down, trying to make you succumb to his whim, but they had the opposite effect in this case. Your hand immediately flew up and planted onto his muscular chest, narrowing your eyes at him, and he instantly shifted from seductive vampire to begging puppy eyes, accurately aiming for your weak spots.

Hard to tell who had dominance here.

You faltered, knowing the sternness was slipping from your expression. Instead, you turned your nails inward and dragged them down his chest, lightly so as not to leave a mark, but just enough to make his shoulders shiver, breathing shallowing as you traveled, down, down tan skin, reaching up with your other hand and bringing him down to your face. Not a kiss, but your tongue snaking out, and Jungkook wrapped his lips around it hungrily, sucking and bobbing his head to tug at it, needy whimpers bubbling from his throat as your fingertips hooked over the waistband of his pajama pants, pulling down. Like a criminal undercover, on a heist, distracting him with your fleeting, flickering tongue, in and out of Jungkook’s gasping mouth while you reached in, turning your hand to palm his growing hardness.

He groaned as you rubbed the head, firm and gentle.

“P-Please…”

His forearms were beside your head, hands playing with your hair.

“Please what, my love?” you asked, slow and smokey and stroking his underwear-covered dick as his pajama pants slowly migrated down his thighs.

He bit his lip, teeth catching the left corner of his mouth, and Jungkook knew everything, surely, he must, exposing your favorite mole and looking down at you, small gasps as he rolled his hips into your hand.

“Want you…”

Your other hand curved, tracing down his jaw. Staring into his eyes, commanding the moment. Pressed your thumb to his lower lip and teased it out of his teeth, tracing his lips, caressing his length and not forgetting his balls, letting an open-mouthed smirk grace your expression, sly and alluring.

His little pink tongue flitted out and licked your fingertip.

Naughty boy.

You slid your thumb into his lips and he sucked on it, probably to annoy you, but you pressed the pad of your thumb onto his tongue and dragged him forward, his teeth pressing into the joint, his saliva sliding down your hand and his eyes widening.

You pulled him until he was centimeters away.

Took your thumb out and spread his spit onto the side of his cheek, looking down at him despite being below him.

“You want me? Then come and take me.”

Familiar words, huh?

The recognition flashed in his eyes and Jungkook was about to react, except you suddenly shot your hand down between your bodies and used both to grasp his boxer briefs and yank them down his hips, making him gasp right into your face, and immediately you curled your fingers around his hard length, hooking two fingers around his balls.

“N-Noona…!”

You walked your nails along his balls and raked them across the sensitive skin, not hard but with enough pressure to make him squirm. He shivered, bucking his hips and rising slightly to look down, entranced with your hand wrapped around him. It was your left hand, not as good as your right.

You tapped the top of his head.

Jungkook looked up, lustful inquisition.

Wordlessly, you raised your right hand right in front of his face.

“Lick it.”

His eyes were exclaiming, lick it? For what?!

You raised your head off his sheets and repeated yourself, slowly and with an edge of danger.

“Lick.”

His lips parted and that tongue came out. Glistening, wet, pink. Hot breath on your palm. Jungkook stared into your eyes and you stared back as he placed the flat of his tongue on your hand and began to drench it. And now there was nothing else, just you and him, the sensation of his tongue sliding across your skin and dousing it with slick saliva, even tracing your fingers, watching you, wanting you, craving this moment between you and him, this dirty, sensual moment of this love as you pulled your hand away, reaching down and switching from your dry hold to your wet, slippery grip.

You jacked Jungkook off with his own spit.

He sucked in a breath, sharp, hoping for some relief from the sudden shock of pleasure, and praying you wouldn’t give it. As predicted, you didn’t, getting a better angle when he lifted himself to his hands, adding more space between you and him. Eyes hazy, darting from your hard nipples, to your moving hand, to your smug face, drunk on the overwhelming wave after wave of ecstasy that shook his entire body, trembling above you with his legs still trapped in his pants, panting your name, w-what are you doing, oh, f-fuck, and you studied the strain on his neck and chest, muscles tense, trying to keep still from your intense pace, rubbing right under the swollen, dark red head with your slippery fingers.

“S-Stop… don’t… Don’t want to cum on your p-pants…”

Those dark brown eyes glanced at you.

Hmm, your mouth is saying stop but your eyes are saying you want to be pushed a little more.

Your expression dared him to try and stop you.

You didn’t respond, only cocked your head and jacked him harder, faster.

Jungkook bit his lip and shifted his weight, lifting his right hand and catching your nipple between his fingers, squeezing and slipping it between his fingertips. Shit. You clenched your jaw, the sudden electric arousal seeping into your control, threatening you to slow down.

“Noona, please…”

He moaned, low and desperate, pinching your hard nipple between thumb and middle finger, rubbing the tip with his index. Fuck, he was doing everything right. You felt the burn in your forearm, but refused to give up, shuddering breath as Jungkook flicked your nipples, pinching a little harder, trembling and precariously balanced, probably only pure horniness keeping him upright at this point.

Quickly, Jungkook lifted his hand and licked his fingertips, and then twisted your nipple.

Oh, God.

Your head snapped back and hit the mattress, gasping at the powerful jolt of almost-pain and radiating throb of pleasure that followed afterward. It was only a split second but that was all he needed, driving down and replacing his fingers with his mouth, and then it was your turn to be trapped in his hold, his soft lips around the hard nub and running his tongue over it, moaning with you as he sucked on it. Your hand let go of him and, in a hurried, horny mess, you attempted to struggle with the button of your jeans with your drool-covered hand. It was almost comical, if it wasn’t for the licking, sucking, even tiny bites, and those eyes, fuck, you’re so damn sexy, Jungkook, and that seductive cuteness he had, kisses tingling all over your chest.

“I love you,” Jungkook breathed against your skin.

You yanked your pants down, breathless, the weight of your previous thoughts creeping up your neck.

I wish I could do more.

“Is this enough?” you whispered.

He scooted up with his elbows and the stars searched your eyes, sorting between the haze of desire and the worries that lingered on the fringe of space. You weren’t sure if he knew what you meant, hell, weren’t sure that he could even vaguely guess what you meant. Your lips parted, struggling to find the right words to explain, and all of a sudden Jungkook leaned down, kissing you gently.

“I wished for you to love me back for the longest time,” he murmured to your lips. “And I’m so lucky that you choose to love me, no matter how it looks to anyone else.”

Well, shit.

You caught his kiss to avoid busting into all your feels. Sure, it was a very touching moment and you acknowledged that with the ferocity and hunger behind your kiss, in the grabbing of his hand and shoving it between your legs, moaning into his mouth as he moaned with you, sinking two fingers into your dripping wetness. Kiss after kiss, thrusting his fingers into your pussy, your walls clenching around them, exchanging shuddering breath, your hips following his hand, deeper, harder, sucking on his tongue and whining in your throat, so good, fuck, it felt so fucking good, electric tension building from your core, sparks igniting your veins and clutching fistfuls of his sheets, muscles taut and quivering, closer, closer, closer, right…

There.

You suddenly let go of Jungkook’s tongue and swore, thrusting your hips up and arching your back, the top of your head punching into the bed, his fingers hitting that spot, and the tension snapped, your thighs clamping down and vicious throbs of pleasure radiating through you, soaking his fingers with your orgasm, thick, heavy, sweet, pulsating around them and squeezing, tight and suffocating.

“That’s it, give it to me…”

His lips on your neck, sucking on hot skin, heart racing, aftershocks amplified by his bites, his tongue curling around your nipple, moan in your throat, so hot, so wet, falling apart, fuck me, Jungkook, fuck me, his fingers slowly pushing in and out of you just to feel the way your pussy sucked them in and clenched around them.

“Hold up your legs for me.”

Pants were flung away, underwear going who-knows-where. Condom in hand, you on your back, gripping your thighs against your chest, and Jungkook was taking in the whole image as he rolled the condom down. Wet pussy, juicy thighs, perfect ass, the cherry on top being you slowly opening your mouth and snaking your tongue out, teasing him with the perfect view of all your holes.

“Damn, you’re so fucking hot, noona.”

You smirked, open-mouthed and dangerous.

“Talk is cheap, Jungkook.”

He smirked back, twice as dangerous.

“Then I’ll show you.”

You were both acting tough but the second he entered you and slid all the way in, it was doomed for both, lost in heavenly bliss of being filled and filling the controlled tightness, wanton moans mixing together, thrusting your hips up and his coming down, fuck, that was it, hard and rough and deep, not fast so you could feel it all and so he could savor the feeling, bask in it, every centimeter of pleasure and intensity. In, out, in, out, matching the rhythm. Don’t hold back. He didn’t, power against your precise squeezing around his length every time he descended, grinning as you saw his brows furrow. Hah, please, you’re gonna make me cum too fast. You slammed your hips up and Jungkook groaned, shutting his eyes and snapping his head back, fucking you harder, faster, too far gone to have any restraint, your soft thighs against his hard chest, he was so fucking hard and you had him hitting the depth where you liked, had to close your eyes too, too good, it was just too good to not enjoy the rushing sensation of euphoria, listening to that breathy, silvery voice gasping your name, and his tumbled out from your throat, a burst of devoted desire.

“Goona cum, fuck, Jungkook!”

He almost got to cry out something similar except he was cut off by the power of his own orgasm amplified by yours pulsing and clamping around him, your cum squelching against his crotch and your joined thighs, his cock jerking and spilling into the condom, so strong you could feel his hips flinching. His hot exhale was shaky and erratic, picture perfect, open mouth, clenched jaw, the muscles on his neck flexed, completely consumed by sexual gratification.

You drank in every detail, painting it to memory.

His head lowered, eyes opening. Pushed your legs down and closed the distance, kissing you again and again, each one making you both shiver with prolonged bliss.

“Can I fuck your ass?”

Pardon?

“I’m still hard.”

Yes, he was.

“Should be doggy, will be easier,” was your calm answer.

“Do you–”

“Nope, just get a new condom.”

You had to be crazy to date a BTS member and twice as crazy to take it in the ass with no prep, but guess who was three times as crazy to want to do it?

“Oh, fuuuck me…”

Both of you, of course.

You had to grab his pillows and stuff them under your chest to hold you up as Jungkook slowly, slowly bottomed out. You were prepared for anything tonight, and that included being clean in all holes, but you still had to completely and utterly relax to avoid injury. A bit difficult when your brain was high like the moon, lust-drunk on the way his strong hands gripped your hips, forcing his way in. He was still so hard, the idea of fucking you in the ass probably helping, and now the actual feeling, the clinching tightness, the contrasting inside softness, the lube from the condom aiding in the descent. You were this close to barking at him to fuck you like an animal, but you caught yourself.

You know, because the idea of Having to explain to an ER doctor that the bleeding from your asshole was caused by Jeon Jungkook sounded a little delulu, no?

Also, Jungkook was too busy losing his mind to go any faster.

“O-Oh, God, it’s s-so goooooood…”

You sucked in a breath as his balls hit your leaking pussy, smearing them with your juices.

“A… Are you okay?” he asked from behind you, panting.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. “Fuck, I’m more than okay, how are you still so fucking hard?”

He chuckled weakly, kneading your ass, not yet moving. “You really underestimate how much your body turns me on, noona. Sometimes I’m kinda glad you can’t dress sexy to meet me or I might bust a nut before you even say hi.”

You burst out laughing.

“Hey!”

Jungkook slapped your ass.

You gasped, pleasure flaring up your sides, barely feeling the sting.

“Harder.”

You sensed the hesitation and his cock twitching inside you at the same time.

“H… Harder?”

Heh.

“You heard me,” you growled, constricting around his length and hearing him inhale sharply, thighs tensing against yours. “Harder.”

You felt Jungkook’s other hand leave your hip and he smacked your ass, full palm and prickling pain racing across your skin. The moan tumbled out of you, clawing at his pillows, and he spanked you again, groaning as you squeezed him, surprised at the control, and then again, smack! Your hips sank down, savoring the pain, and then you pushed back against him, fucking yourself, smack, pain and pleasure rolling into one and becoming something more, higher, more intense, more passionate, Jungkook moaning with you now, not the best rhythm because he was spanking you, but that didn’t matter because soon enough he simply gave up and seized your hips, slamming his cock into your ass, mind-numbing pleasure, your eyes rolling back, gripping his pillows under your chest as he drove your knees into his bed, choking as you pushed back against him, deeper, ravaging him harder than he was ravaging you, and that was saying something considering you were completely gone, head empty, nothing but the euphoric full feeling and building high. Carnal and physical, slapping crotch to ass, tense all over, his hands grasping you tight as you constricted around him, sticky cum running down the insides of your thighs and his balls, loud, lewd, squelching, orgasm hitting you and melding into the never-ending sensations, so right, so dirty, nothing else mattering, Jungkook, I love you, and your name following in a jumbled wheeze, fuck, I love you too, you feel so, so good, fuck, it’s so unfair, how could I ever want anyone else, digging your fists into the mattress to get more leverage, and that was it.

Jungkook clutched your hips and rammed his cock into your ass, whining to the ceiling as he came, rapid, snapping jolts shuddering through him, cock twitching, struggling to breathe, dragging his fingernails over your back and ass. Nothing coherent, only half-words and wanton moans, sending lines of intense sparks over your skin as you came too, an absolute mess between your legs, pussy clenching around nothing.

He felt it all right, moans doubling in volume and wretchedness.

“O-Ooooh…”

You panted, slowing your breathing to come down, down, releasing all that tension and letting the post-orgasmic ecstasy sink in. Relished in it, every second precious, feeling strong arms wrap around you, hugging you from behind, showering your back with heavy kisses full of gratitude.

Um.

“Uh… I need to clean up…” you reminded him.

Jungkook mumbled against your back, sighing in content, fucked-out bliss.

Dick still in your ass.

“This is a no-sleeping zone. Wake up.”

He squeezed your boobs in response.

It might have been his birthday, but sometimes you had to take matters in your own hands and drag Jungkook to the bathroom so you could take care of the aftermath of, ahem, frisky business. This was, after all, the man behind the banana incident, and sometimes he could be difficult. Or just didn’t want to stop fucking even though his dick was out and down for the count.

“Jungkook.”

“Hmm?”

“Stop touching my boobs.”

“But I’m horny and it’s my birthday.”

“It’s past your birthday by now.”

“I haven’t looked at the clock yet so, no, it isn’t.”

“That is not how time works.”

“That’s how my time works.”

Another year passed, still an attention seeker.

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part xv "Come on, hyung! That’s not allowed on Christmas!"

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