Charm Me. (m)

charm me. (m)

Pairing : Jin x Reader

Genre: Smut + Gryffindor!jin

Description: You have a test in charms tomorrow, and you know that you’re completely screwed, but luckily your boyfriend Jin, who is an expert in the subject, offers to help—however you quickly learn that he might actually be a bit too good at them. 

Word Count: 2,012 

A/N: This was requested to be a fluffy/smutty drabble, but it turned into just a short smut, I’m sorry. And hardcore HP fans please do not take me seriously for using these charms as plot devices for my sexual mind. I know it’s ridiculous, but it was just so fun to write lol. 

“I’m going to fail!” You groaned out in defeat as your head fell back against the sofa.

“You’re being a bit dramatic now don’t you think?” You turn your head to face your boyfriend Jin, quickly shooting him a nasty glare at his lack of sympathy.

“Yeah, well that’s easy for you to say. You could probably fail tomorrow’s charms test, and still be passing the class.” You whine.

“Actually I could fail the next two tests.” He chuckles, and your annoyance only grows further.

“Okay, well I’m going to the library, because sitting here with you obviously isn’t helping anything.” You quickly stand up from the couch, getting ready to leave Gryffindor’s common room, but as soon as you take a step forward, you’re immediately pulled back down.

“Jin, I need to study—” You begin, but he quickly cuts you off.

“I’m going to help you study.” He says it with a sweet smile as he begins to rub his hand against your back in comforting circles.

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his beauty is ✨ ethereal ✨

Tonight | Taehyung • Jimin {M}

warning: threesome

tonight, you come home utterly exhausted, your joints aching, muscles sore from overuse. lying on the couch, your eyes are firmly shut when you feel the first pair of hands ghost across your skin. you would have been surprised if you didn’t recognize the touch, gentle yet insistent as those fingers trace your collarbone, soon joined by lips that suckle at the base of your nape. “welcome home, baby,” taehyung murmurs, “tired?”

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Can You Pick Me UP? // MYG

Genre: Too much cute to handle (fluff); Yoongi! x reader

Word Count: 1,012

Thank god for this man - luckily for you, he came and picked you upright in the nick of time. It was the darkest of nights, the obsidian sky being highlighted by tiny specks of gleaming dots in the sky, their pinky-gold hue showering the streets. You were waiting by the doorsteps leading up to your friend’s house as you waited for your ride. Hopefully, he’d arrive soon; if not, you were stuck at your friend’s house for the night, surrounded by people wading around the dimly lit house cultivating in their drunken stupor.

Your friend had promised you a fun night, just you and a couple of other close friends lounging around, munching on whatever junk food your hearts desired and basking in each other’s presence - at least that’s what you thought would happen. Instead, as the night carried on, your friend gradually began to invite more and more people over. At first, you didn’t even notice the slow increase of people, but at last, you finally did. A lot of these people were ones you didn’t know and weren’t exactly comfortable around, so you didn’t want to stay here; however, you had told your parents that you would be spending the night here, and it was already too late to call them to pick you up at this ungodly hour, so you had no choice but to call your friend, Yoongi.

Ringing, ringing

“Come on Yoongi, please pick up,” you anxiously think to yourself. No response. You call him again

Ringing, ringing

“Yoongi, I swear to god if you don-”

“Hello?” you hear a groggy voice on the other end of the line say to you. It was obvious he had just woken up. 

“Hey, Yoongi, can I ask you a quick favor?”

“Um, sure?”

“I need you…can you pick me up, I’m in a really uncomfortable situation and I need some help.” There’s silence on the line and you can practically hear the cogs churning in Yoongi’s head as he decides what to do. He does love to sleep, but he loves you too. “Fine, I’ll come pick you up, send me the address.

                                                           ⋯

He finally arrives at the front of your friend’s house, yelling for you to get into the car as he pulls up. You open the door to the passenger seat and sidle up next to Yoongi.

“What the fuck happened there?” he asks inquisitively. 

“My friend and I originally planned a friend’s night where it was just us and a couple of close people but then it turned into a shitshow when about 100 people were at her house.”

“Jeez, sounds like a blast!” he sarcastically comments, “You’re lucky I picked up.”

“Yeah…I guess I owe you something.” Yoongi takes a quick glance at you in disbelief. 

“What’re you talking about? You don’t owe me anything. You’re my friend, this is what we do for each other.”

“Yeah, but I still woke you up in the middle of the night and it wasn’t your responsibility to come and get me at all - that’s worth something.”

“Maybe,” Yoongi says as he stops at a red light. “So your parents aren’t expecting to see you home tonight, you wanna stay at my place?”

“Sure.”

                                                          ⋯

The duo arrives at Yoongi’s driveway as he pulls the car into the garage and the two of you sneak up into your room. Yoongi wants you to be comfortable so he offers you the bed while he sleeps on the couch. You accept his offer since you know he’s too headstrong and won’t comply with anything else but his decision. You retire to your room and get changed into one of Yoongi’s big shirts and sweatpants that he lets you borrow and snuggle up in his bed. You can still feel the warm patch where Yoongi’s body laid only an hour before your arrival. Tossing and turning in bed, you attempt to find a comfortable spot to pass out on and you await the moment when your eyes slowly shut, but to your dismay, it never comes.

You’ve been having a hard time falling asleep recently for no particular reason, so you pace around the floor of Yoongi’s bedroom to try and exhaust yourself. After a few minutes, you’ve finally had enough so you return to the bed and close your eyes. However, this doesn’t last long as you hear steps approach the room as a dark figure appears in the doorway.

“You okay?”  

“Yeah, Yoongi, just having a rough time falling asleep.”

“Scoot over.”

You oblige and move to the farther end of the bed as Yoongi sneaks in beside you, laying on his side, head facing towards you.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t know if there’s much to talk about, just some troubles that’s all.”

“Well, I’m here for you, ‘kay?”

You nod in response to him and he slithers closer as he wraps his arms around your torso, signaling you to return the favor and hug him back. He pulls you close in his warm embrace, his hold around you makes you feel safe and you rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes as your heartbeat slows and you finally succumb to a night of deep sleep. Yoongi doesn’t move, still holding you close in this cumbersome position until he’s positive you’re out. Once he’s sure, he lays you down back in your previous spot, not touching you as to make sure you’re not disturbed. He begins to get up when he suddenly feels a hand atop his.

“Please stay.”

It’s your voice he hears, a sweet little call from behind asking him to not go. He turns back and gets back in the bed, and you take his arm and wrap it around your waist as you lay your head on his shoulder once again. There was a little slice of heaven in this bed with you and him, and Yoongi basked at this moment he got with you.

“You’re my best friend, Y/N. I love you so much.”

Can you turn off your phone? (M)

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Summary:  Yoongi’s alarm clock wakes you up at 6 am on a Sunday and you are not happy about it. At least, not at first…

Pairing: Min Yoongi / Reader

Genre: Established relationship, gratuitous smut, small amounts of fluff and angst

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex, orgasm denial, sex toys

Word Count: 9.5k

A/N: Written for a friend who has a thing for sleepy, needy Min Yoongi.

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Aah can i join drabble game too?? Ot7 pwease, where the reader is a very outgoing, extrovert person and she's literally always like she's high on sugar, bouncing around and the boys are the one that keep he grounded and calm her down bcs when she's excited she tends to hurt herself. (I wuv u uwuwww)

(sry, this came out as yoongi central but ot7 is definitely implied!)

“I have to tell you what happened at professor Shin’s lecture hall today, you will not believe it,” you immediately said as you slammed your bag down onto the table that stood outside, a foot stomped over against the seat where Yoongi sat, textbook, notebook, and a pen with him.

Yuna and Minyoung sat on the seat across from him where you asked them to meet you in order to return the books you borrowed from them.

“What happened with the old man this time?” Yuna asked, the two of them already expecting some story since you always had something to say about the professor, while Yoongi remained silent as he always was, continuing on with his studies.

“I’ve always thought he was some grumpy old professor with no life whatsoever but!” You snapped your fingers. “I walked in today and guess what I saw?! He, professor Shin, boring old man that makes me sleep until enternity, showed up dressed up as Papa Smuf!”

“What?!” The two of them had their mouths gaped open while your head tilted back as you laughed aloud.

“I recorded it! I swear!! And honestly I never thought I’d ever say this but he was actually so adorable he makes a pretty good Papa Smuf.”

“Okay ew, gag,” Minyoung made a comical disgusted expression. “One of your boyfriends is right here, Y/N.”

But of course Yoongi remained silent, saying nothing.

“I’m serious! But no one else appreciated the joke, like what the heck? He was actually trying to get outta the boring old professor phase and make something fun in his life for once! And no one cared to even give him a clap. So being the very supportive person I am, I stood up and applauded him for doing what he did but those idiots only told me to sit down and stop embarrassing myself. Can you believe that? Me? Embarrassing? I know I’m embarrassing, I embarrass my own self sometimes and yeah, I’m not the greatest person on Earth and they probably think I’m from another planet especially since I date these incredibly handsome fellas-”

“Y/N, calm down—”

“And yeah, I don’t deserve them, I know I don’t! But I have personality and I’m not boring and at least I applaud someone for trying something out of their comfort zones! And yes, professor Shin is boring but he’s human too and-”

“Y/N, calm down—“

“He tried his best, you know? Why criticize someone just because you’re so stuck up and boring and-”

“Y/N.”

That was all Yoongi needed to say to have you shut up and sitting down beside him.

“Sorry,” you giggled with a quieter voice, “got a little heated there, didn’t I?”

“You’re sticking up for what you believe in, it’s alright,” he said with a small smile and a pat on your head that made your heart flutter and you felt like exploading.

In front of you, Yuna and Minyoung sighed as they rolled their eyes.

“All Yoongi has to say is ‘Y/N’ and you go quiet.”

It was right, what they said, but you didn’t mind. After all, even though your personality could be quite loud and too bright for the world to appreciate, your boyfriends never judged you on that.

Okay maybe yeah on the first few meetings and through becoming friends but eventually they got so used to it it didn’t matter to them so much. In fact, it was now one of the many things they loved about you.

You once went so quiet for a whole week without being so loud and bouncy all the time and it broke them. You didn’t know it then because you thought, just like everyone else, that you were annoying and that if you kept it up, they’d get bored and annoyed with you, but when you weren’t yourself and fell into a silent hole and didn’t let yourself go, that was what had hurt them the most.

They loved it when you were yourself, bouncy and outgoing, so you didn’t care about others opinions anymore.

“Oh! I forgot to tell you!” You quickly gasped at Yoongi once the two of you separated with Yuna and Minyoung, walking towards the house they resided in off campus to retire for the day.

Yoongi hummed, indicating for you to go on while his eyes remain glued to his physics book, as studious as ever.

“Hawon from my Calculus class invited me to this party in honor of him getting accepted as an intern for this Robotics thing and it’s today in like,” you checked your watch and your eyes widened, “holy crap, two minutes, and if I’m late, he’s not going to let me ever cheat off his homework ever again so I have to—!”

Yet before you could go running off like a mad woman, Yoongi had put his palm right on top of your head, keeping you from trying to leave and it worked. Of course it did, it always did.

“Why go to a party when your own boyfriends want you to spend time with them?” He said, expression straight but you could tell he was upset you actually thought of leaving. Him and the others may not show much of their emotions (unlike you) but you’ve came to understand them. “It’s the weekend, Y/N, and I’m not letting you go off with other dudes.”

“But homework—”

“Your own boyfriends are smart, why have someone else help you?”

“Cause you’re always so busy and I’d rather annoy someone else than any of you.”

He sighed and placed his book away to stop walking and look your way. “First of all, I don’t care if I’m busy and neither do the guys, and second,” he took your hand with a soft hold, “no matter what you do, especially when asking for help, you are never going to annoy us.”

And then as if to seal his promise, he gave you a soft peck on your lips, something that made your face go flush red.

“Gosh,” you playfully rolled your eyes to brush off your shyness while you held onto his hand and began walking again, “are all smart guys always this sappy?”

Yoongi smirked. “You know you love it.”

“Maybe I do.”