Vlog #6

Vlog #6

Wanting to start a skincare routine but never doing it has my skin dry.

I'll be a dry grapefruit (una pasa) when I'm 40 and I'll have to own up to it.

Because why is it so many steps and why do I have to use my hands to touch creams and stuff. I get tired just by that, to much stimuli. My brain doesn't want to go through all that process I think...

But hey. Excel budgeting sheets are so freckin great from another hand. I love them.

😭😭😭😭💜💜💜💜 JUST SAW THIS. I don't know who you are but thank you 🥺💜

@cherrysoulth is so awesome! Always so kind and thoughtful and makes some super creative works!

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Vlog #8

I turned out to be that quiet friend who will always be there when you need.

The friend, that will spontaneously send you voice memos to summarise new events, be quiet for days but answer and listen to you when you need someone to talk to.

I can't deal with the everyday talk always and for sure not the small talk. So I leave up to it.

Only those who love me stay, so it's a good thing. It's freeing and it brings me peace.

Thank youu ☺️💜💜

UNDER THE RAIN

💕Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 

📝Summary: A little piece of smut from a bigger plot/story. 

✏️Genre/au: Canon, Romance, A piece of life

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 2733

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut 

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A/N: Hii! Did you stumble a cross this work? Glad yo're here 😊 It has a related work. Please, let me know your thoughts once you are finished. Feedback keeps me motivated to write 😁

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

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The tip of your tongue licks the drop from your lips as the rain keeps falling. The light drops of water carry the warmth yourof summer, but still cool enough to provide relief from the heat  soaking the fabrics of  attire, wrapped heavily against your skin. Yet, you don't move. You just keep staring at the horizon where your eyes stain with the colour the water is taking as it reflects the forest at the other side, as they explore the view.

The ducks are still dancing over the water, as if nothing is going on they move their grizzly ankles under the water looking perfectly stable on the surface. You wish you could be one of these well designed creatures capable of floating unbothered to the waves. 

When Yoongi sees you, your name shoots from his lips out the open window in the living room, but you refuse to move or simply can't hear him in your trance. He sighs and clicks his tongue bothered by the thought of having to go out in the rain. But worried as he is, he runs outside to the little lawn next to the lake, where you have been standing. 

"You should get inside," he suggests when he is close enough, feeling the droplets against the bare skin of his arms and face. ‘It does feel nice,’ he thinks but he feels there’s still a risk of catching a cold and he has way too many things to do this week.

You tilt your head and nod, suddenly realising how persistent the rain is becoming, wondering if it has been like this for a while and you just lost track of time. He gestures with his head to get inside and you nod a little bit more enthusiastically than you had anticipated.

As you get under the covered porch he takes off his shirt off, draping it over the porch railing. Behind him, you strip, letting the soaked clothes fall heavily to the floor; one by one, until you are left only in your matching underwear. When he turns around to the sound, he can't avoid staring, swallowing and although he looks away fast, you catch the whole motion, a little smirk appearing on your face.

You study his bare skin too, how the water has penetrated the white oversized tee and left a thin layer of moisture over his fair skin. Even after seven months into the relationship, you still feel shy staring, the change from friends to couple still feels like an adjustment after so many years of friendship.

The moments of intimacy past the hugs and kisses, still give a tinge of awkwardness but it is on the cute side, making you giggle. You blame your lack of time or privacy for it, since it is really not that often that you two have any. The release of Wings and now the upcoming tours has made things even more hectic.

It was Yoongi who asked for a weekend off to go with friends and the members to a modern cabin in the woods. It really feels like a needed break before the frantic rhythm of preparations and rehearsals, while also creating new music. But you also know he is most likely going to use this time to explore the aspects of your lives that feel unattended; the last make out session was so intense that you thought you were going to unravel from the slight friction of his body against yours alone.

He feels intoxicating and overwhelming most of the time, you know those are the adjectives that go best to describe your sensations since Yoongi has verbalised his own like that. You know for him it’s much easier to show than to say these things and you think that’s why he can make you feel like he does. It’s like he pours his entire soul and body into showing you how much he loves you through his kisses and his hugs, when normally he's reluctant to engage in that way.

You easily caught on to his touch starvation once you started falling for him, as if looking at him through a magnifying glass. You know the openness towards being physical comes mostly from the affectionate members, like Jimin and Taehyung. Those two have no problem hugging him and being touchy but you can also see it has a lot to do with how he’s been brought up.

He had a rough upbringing and always has shown a tendency to pull away from physical touch but in the end he is human and these kinds of interactions are engraved in our DNA. So the way his hands will move or how he will look at the other members while they are tender to each other, has given you hints for a long time. Yoongi loves cuddles even when he looks like someone has touched him with dirty hands. 

At this point, and for how long you have known him, you see the difference between him playing grumpy and when he really needs space. That's something he really appreciates. At this point you read him like an open book and at the relationship level, he would say you are in a comfortable stage, not very far from where your friendship was when you two found out there was something else growing between you.

You read the signs in the way he interacted with you just some time ago; the way he used to rest his hand on your thigh  so casually transmitting a completely different energy in the longing relayed through the pressure of his fingers. Or the way he kept you held against the wall after a sneaky kiss in the corridor. That need for intimacy is there, calling you like an instinct, crawling under your skin, whispering in your ears when your eyes meet across the room. 

The same need for intimacy whispering to Yoongi to look at you; catching you staring down his torso. He swallows and before he is aware of his own actions your back is meeting the exterior wood paneling next to the door. Your mouths meet; wet, warm and needy. 

He slides his tongue inside the little gap formed between your lips while his abdomen presses against yours, pressing you against the wall. You moan when his tongue traces the curve of your palate going from one canine to the other, gasping when Yoongi, responding to your sound, smirks against you. Your fingers are entwined on his soft hair while one of his hands extends over your jaw, thumb resting on your chin, the other gripping on the bare flesh of your hip. 

Burying his face in your neck, he alternates the kisses he presses over your velvety skin, groaning when your pelvis meets his crotch. .  The friction spurring him on, pulling your thigh up his hip, grinding against you while your lips meet harshly. 

The way the hardness between your bodies rubs against your thinly covered womanhood makes you mewl in ecstasy against your lover's mouth. The need to bury himself inside of you growing to the point of forcing him to stop with a growl, resting his head against your shoulder, cursing under his breath.

"Do it…," you whisper, panting. "I won't take… long," you add, blushing. "We'll-," he doesn't need you to end the sentence. ‘We'll be done before someone is back.’

He is thankful that everyone seems to have made it so easy for them to be alone, as if they wanted to give you both privacy, which feels weird but not impossible. Your relationship has been a very well kept secret since the beginning, there is not even a hint of suspicion from the outside.  Even some of your friends don’t know about it yet; only the close circle.

He leads you to his room by the hand and once there he searches for towels placing one over your shoulders. Still slightly shy about it, despite your words, you take off your soaked underwear and wrap yourself in the towel while he searches in his suitcase. He is quick to put his hand up showing you three condoms, to your surprise.

"Which one?" he asks with a smirk before standing.

"You came prepared," you say wide eyed, while he walks your way seductively narrowing his eyes, like a cat about to jump upon his prey. 

You step backwards, which was exactly what he wanted as your butt lands at the edge of the bed as you trip into it, holding his stare.

"Better safe than sorry," he says, as he leans in to kiss you. His right hand tracing around  the curve of your lower ribs to  your back while the other finds your nape. His fingers are so long, he rests his thumb at the edge of your jawline, pulling you up against his body slightly to help you settle in the middle of the bed while he stays at the edge. He slips his hand away from your back, picking up the condoms and shaking them to call your attention with a smirk. You point to the blue one and he  tosses away the rest, regretting it right the second, knowing he will have to find them before everyone gets back but as he looks back to locate them in case he has to rush he notices the underwear lying on the floor. His eyes land on you again, knowing what the towel is hiding from him.

He unfastens his belt and undoes his white trousers before pulling them down, quickly, yet you lean forward appreciating every detail, the way his long fingers work on to disrobe him. He kicks them off his ankles as you hold yourself on your elbows watching as soon as he’s free, he crawls until his thighs meet your knees, where you have your legs locked. 

He knows how it works, where the shyness kicks in and how to kick it off. He places the wrapper between his teeth and putting his hands behind your knees he pulls you towards him while spreading your legs to each side of his body. He leans forward, pulling the condom away  to meet your lips in a breathy kiss that flows smooth and gentle. He undoes the towel and opens it, dropping his lower body onto yours as he keeps on kissing you. 

You feel the familiar hardness against your bare skin, and suddenly the thin fabric of his boxers becomes bothering to you. Your hips jerk up involuntarily, both of you gasping at the friction. Yoongi's lips trace down your chin to your jawline then your neck, where he keeps on kissing you as the free arm pins your hip travelling down to your hipbone to test the waters underneath. 

He caresses your mound first, as he elevates his own hips to make room and a little moan escapes your throat when your hips roll against his hand to add more friction. One of your hands tangles in his hair before sliding slowly down his neck and torso until you find the waistband of his underwear, there your hand snakes inside the garment and finds the warm hardness. When you brush against it, Yoongi gasps against your lips and you wrap your fingers around it. One of his plays between your folds before pushing into and your bodies move together to please each other slowly, tenderly, making sure to feel every inch of the other's sensitive zones as the kiss turns sloppy. 

Yoongi buries his face in your neck as he adds a second finger, making you moan in his ear and your pace also increases, making him have to reach for your wrist, when a little groan escapes him. 

He pushes back onto his knees and picks the condom that he left at one side of the bed. He pushes down his boxers and holding his length he opens the package with his teeth to slide the rubber comfortably down his swollen shaft; placing the empty package on the nightstand, his hands land at the sides of your ribs as your hands find his nape.

He aligns and slides slowly between the moist walls, feeling the tight grip around his hard and wanting member and your involuntary response is to raise your hips to ease the slide.

A low grunt vibrates in his throat when his tip finds your end and his lips stay pressed against your throat as he doesn’t move, trying to calm himself, capturing the sensation of being buried inside of you. He gets caught on the way you smell of rain and warm skin, the way that same warmth has a grip on him lower in your body. As for you, you feel marvellously intoxicated in the way he rests his weight over yours, the way  his scent flares directly to your brain, engraving with fire the closeness, the touch of skin against skin. 

The way he thrusts into you next, filling you to the brim, makes you both gasp and you notice the drip falling down his forehead when he looks at you isn’t from the rain, since his hair is practically dry. Your nails caress the length of his back when you take that opportunity to let your lips work on his throat and he lets out a little growl when you bite a little over his pulse point, provoking him to increase the pace, making your head fall back on the pillow with a succession of gasped moans. 

His head raises up to watch your closed eyes, flushed cheeks and listening to how those little moans of yours, escape from your wet and reddish lips, the animal in him gets triggered. This time, instead of kissing you and holding himself, he buries his face at the other side of your neck, sucking and biting between your jaw and neck; your moans growing louder as he increases the pace. 

The way your nails dig into the flesh of his back only makes him go wilder and soon grunts, flesh against flesh covering the sound of the rain outside. 

You are breathlessly feeling the tension of the release grow inside of you, instinctively your hands travels down his back to press on his tense ass cheeks and as if he has been waiting for that, his thrust become more precise; making you feel the edge, as if you were going to explode, body tense and heart beating frantically. 

Yoongi thanks himself for using his hand the previous night, since at this point he would be gone already but as he thinks about it he starts to feel the struggle not to cum when your walls tighten up around him with every thrust. He knows what it means and takes focus on keeping his pace against your body, releasing some tension by biting on your neck again, just a little bit harsher and it sets you free. 

You feel the release flow down your body in waves while you breathe out a high pitched moan that’s music to Yoongi's ears and there, he loses it, moving harder and faster. You become a mess under him, as he keeps thrusting inside of you, carrying you through your high, to finally reach his own with a strangled growl. A sound that makes your skin crawl in pleasure as his shaft twitches inside your sensitive walls, emptying inside the rubber. 

After staying for a few seconds leaning over you as you both try to catch your breath, he lets himself fall to your side, disposing of the used condom in the bin next to the nightstand. Spent, you look at each other with dreamy eyes, and his gummy smile illuminates the room brighter than lightning hitting the sky. 

Twenty minutes later, as your friends enter the house rushing to get away from the rain, coming from their cars, they find two bodies wearing comfy clothes sitting on the couch and sleeping with their heads together. “Awwww… Of course they were going to be this cute…” says a voice near the couch calling everyone’s attention.

“And you said we might catch them screwing around the house.” says a second voice and then a strong pat can be heard before a giggle comes from that same direction. Although no one notices, Yoongi’s left corner of the mouth moves up for a second.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this. Let me know your thoughts and reblog to let it spread 😊 See you soon! ~

I want to thank @downbad4yoongi for the beta work 💜

Vlog #9

This came to mind just today. I don't know how long I have been aware of it but I see a problem and I'll find a solution.

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I'm really thinking that if I don't seem to want to read my own things anymore... Maybe it was simply never good. Maybe I was just on self-hype.

Or this is just another outing for the frustration I feel for not being able to write.

5 YEARS

5 Years of taking month breaks but going back to it. But now...

Nothing.

Silence. It's like everything else has done so much interference with this radio signal that I can't even seem to remember what dial I was in.

It makes me really fucking sad. I loved doing this.

Now I just don't feel like the juice is there anymore. Or I just can't press from where there's barely nothing.

I'm tired. No matter how much the inner lover in me wants to get motivated. This body, this load of daily things have all my energy and the one I don't have.

Today I didn't want to stand from bed. I didn't even have that big of a list... But.

I need a new way with things. This is making me miserable.

Happy birthday Seokjin 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

HAPPY JIN DAY!!