Where Is Everybody?

Where is Everybody?

Hello there! So, this post here is gonna be a doozy, but I need to get some things off my chest and hopefully, I can get some answers at the end of the day.

For the last few months, I’ve noticed a significant downtick in interactions on here. And it’s not just for my blog, quite a few of my moots seem to going through the same issue as well.

On top of that, the ever-present issue of liking over reblogging seems to have just gotten worse.

The main question I want to ask is why?

Keep reading

🫧welcome to the library!🫧

20 year old, black/African American, she/her

Affiliate/member of: @thebtswritersclub

Groups I <3: BTS (so surprising), TXT, NCT, GOT7, TWICE, NewJeans, KISS of Life

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•BTS parings/ships!

•BTS x reader (black reader usually)

•some miscellaneous ffs of other fandoms I like

+bonus! I cross-post on ao3 so you can find me on there under the same username!

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bts and such

-Short and Sweet (one-shot)

•Pairing: Yoongi x Black Reader

•Genre: smut, college au

•Summary: You and Yoongi have been fuck buddies for a while now, but it seems like Yoongi might want more.

•Warnings: smut, oral (f. receiving & m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), cursing, drinking, pet names (‘love’), slight toxicity

• 📔 read here! 📔•

- You’re 22 (one-shot)

•Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Black Reader

•Genre: strangers to lovers, one-night stand, hook-up, club au, smut

•Summary: You find yourself dancing with an attractive stranger at the club…

•Warnings: smut, swearing, unprotected sex (wear protection!)

• 📔 read here! 📔 •

- All Mine (one-shot)

•Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Black Reader

•Genre: friends with benefits, college au, smut, enemies-to-lovers (slightly)

•Summary: With Kim Seokjin being the student body President your purely sexual relationship with him has to be on the DL, but what happens when it becomes more than sexual?

•Warnings: swearing, oral sex (f. Receiving), arguing, dirty talk, pet names

• 📔 read here 📔 •

miscellaneous & such

-New Recruit (one-shot)

•Pairing: Miguel O'Hara Spider-Man ATSV x Reader

•Genre: smut, stranger-to-lovers (slightly)

•Summary: You’re the newest prospect for recruitment at Spider Society. Unfortunately for you, Miguel’s not a fan of your attitude and decides to put you in your place.

•Warnings: smut, oral (m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), finishing inside, dom. Miguel, power dynamics (both are consenting though!), pet names ('good girl'), mild cursing

•📔 read here! 📔•

-Morning Distractions (one-shot)

•Pairing: RE4 Leon Kennedy x Reader

•Genre: Established relationship, smut, fluff

•Summary: Leon only has 15 minutes before he has to leave for work but he’s determined to please you before he goes.

•Warnings: Top Leon, quickie, unprotected sex (use protection!), comfort sex, fingering (fem. receiving), pet names (‘baby’), penetration

•📔 read here! 📔•

-Lavender and Cinnamon (one-shot)

•Pairing: RE4 Leon Kennedy x Reader

•Genre: smut, stranger-to-lovers, workplace

•Summary: You work at a high-end spa called Exotic Luxuries where you’re assigned to take care of the alluring and mysterious Leon S. Kennedy. But late-night sessions can lead to more than just a regular massage…

•Warnings: slight cursing, no protection (use protecting!), workplace sex, riding, blowjobs, pet names (‘good girl’), dom. Leon, praise kink, slight nipple play

•📔 read here! 📔•

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All Mine (KSJ x Black Reader)

•Notes•

Pairing: Student Body President Kim SeokJin x Student Black Reader

Genre: friends with benefits, college au, smut, slight enemies-to-lovers but not really

Summary: With Jin being the student body president, you have to keep your purely sexual relationship on the DL, but what happens when it’s no longer just sexual?

Warnings: swearing, oral sex (f. receiving), implied sexual content, slight emotional hurt (it’s nothing major though), arguing, dirty talk, pet names (just “baby” but Ik some ppl don’t like pet names), toxic behavior (just a lil bit)

WC: 3,886

A/N: I was bored and instead of finishing my English essay I wrote this so I hope you like it! 😅

Enjoy!

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You knew what you were doing when you kissed Namjoon at the frat party last weekend. You knew he was best friends with Seokjin and after he pissed you off after your last hook up you decided getting with his best friend was an appropriate punishment.

When you first started fucking around with the student body president, you both established that you were strictly friends with benefits, hell you were barely friends. Sure, you both had mutual friends that would plan hangouts every now and then but the two of you were in completely different worlds.

While you spent your time slaving away in sterile classrooms working on your projects and essays for your finals and midterms, Jin was out delegating and organizing events for the student council. Outwardly, he was the “perfect guy”, at least according to your friends when they would go on their annual discussions about the man.

No one knew that you two were fucking on the low so you would always roll your eyes and say “he’s aight,” when they chided you for your own opinion.

Truthfully he was fine. Annoyingly fine. With his curly auburn hair, pretty plump lips, and warm smile. You would never admit that though, not to your friends and especially not to Jin. After all, no one knew the side of Jin that he would only show you when in the woes of your quick sessions of passion and lust.

But after your last hookup, the last person you wanted to think about was Jin. Instead, during a lull in between your classes, you decided to pay your friend Namjoon a visit and after asking where he was through text you quickly made your way to his student apartment.

“______, I wasn’t expecting to see you today. What, you miss me or something?”

“Stop playing,” you huffed out a dry laugh, pushing past the man who simply laughed before closing the door from behind you.

You’ve been to Namjoon’s apartment a handful of times but it was always filled with his dumbass friends. But as you scanned the surprisingly clean apartment you noted the air of silence that surrounded you. Turning around, you were met with Namjoon, his back leaning against the front door with his strong arms crossed over his black t-shirt. His eyes bored into you, his bottom lip succumbing to his teeth biting into it, damn it he looked good.

“What?” You asked after a second of terse silence settled in the space between you.

“Why’re you here, _____? “

Your eyes widened briefly as you absorbed the man’s question, “ I can’t pay my friend a visit now, damn.”

Namjoon laughed softly before pushing himself off of the door and striding over to you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as you felt his hands slide around your waist.

“You wanna pick up where we left off at the party?” His deep voice whispered quietly into your ear, the smell of his cologne enveloping you.

As hot as Namjoon was, you knew his reputation and that he was just teasing you, besides you had only kissed him to get back at Jin. With a roll of your eyes, you leaned away from the man, your hands pushing against his broad chest.

“Stop all that, y’know I’m not here for that.”

Namjoon relented with a chuckle, his arms leaving your waist before stepping away, his cocky smirk still present on his lips. “So what are you here for? Seriously, is everything okay?”

Despite Namjoon being friends with Jin, he didn’t know about your relationship and you had no intentions of telling him now. But then that left the question- why were you here? Truthfully, you didn’t know. You suppose you were just being petty, but before you could come up with a plausible excuse a knock came from the front door.

“Hold on a second,” Namjoon said to you before turning away to answer the door.

You watched as your friend looked into the peephole of his door before confirming whoever was behind it and opening the door.

“Hey, Joon. Did you remember to-”

Looking past Namjoon, you felt your heart stutter and your eyes widen at the sight before you. Only a mere five feet away was Kim Seokjin, the respected student body president. You hadn’t seen him in almost a week which, in your case, was a long time. You felt your core ache with need and desire, repressed memories of how he’d feel between your legs surfacing up in your mind the longer you stared at him.

At the sight of you Jin’s words trailed off, his mouth hanging open slightly before seemingly remembering where he was. With a sharp intake of air, he forced his gaze away from you and back onto his friend.

“Sorry, I didn’t know _____ was going to be here,” with a nod the man gestured to you as Namjoon turned back around to glance at you, “I can come back another time if you guys were-”

Namjoon’s laugh cut off the rest of Jin’s sentence as he stepped aside, his cheery voice filling up the weird tension that had stricken the air, “nah, we weren’t doing anything, Jin. She just came by to say hello, you can come in.”

With a small smile, Jin nodded his head in gratitude before walking into the room when his eyes slid over to you, a cold hardness overtook his gaze as his smile dropped. His expression made a chill run down your spine as you did your best to not cower underneath his stare.

“_____.”

“Jin.”

You observed the way Jin’s eyes briefly flicked down to take in your body despite his distant greeting towards you, but you still couldn’t discern any noticeable emotion from his sharp hollow eyes.

“What did you need again, Jin?” Namjoon’s voice thankfully took Jin’s attention away from you as the man turned to face his friend, his expression softening immediately with an easygoing smile plastered over his lips.

“Right. I was wondering if you were able to get those flyers printed out for me? I asked Yoongi if he got them, but he said he forgot them in the apartment.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes as a scoff fell from his lips, “‘forgot them’ my ass. I don’t even think he printed them out, to be honest. But I gotchu, I know one of my friends has a printer that they’d let me use real quick if you don’t mind waiting a few minutes while I print the flyers.”

“Oh, no. You don’t have to do all that, Joon. It’s fine I can just-”

“No, I insist, seriously.”

With a sigh and a shake of his head, Jin nodded towards his friend who reciprocated with a dimpled smile before grabbing his keys and walking towards the door.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, try not to kill each other while I’m away.”

You knew Namjoon was joking when he said that, but with the way Jin looked at you as soon as the door closed you’d think it was a serious warning.

The polite and kind student body president disappeared as soon as the two of you were left alone. His once bright eyes suddenly narrowed into sharp slits that shot into you like a bullet and his easygoing smile transformed into a shallow scowl.

You didn’t understand why he was treating you with such disdain, it’s not like you kissing Namjoon was unwarranted and you’d be damned if you let this man try to punk you. So with all your courage you made a point of rolling your eyes and folding your arms in defiance, your voice ringing out and cutting through the tension.

“What’s with the attitude?”

At that, Jin cocked a finely waved eyebrow at you, his head tilting to the side when he responded, “so I’m the one with the attitude now?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means, _____.”

“No, I don’t actually.”

“Then let me enlighten you,” striding over to you Jin towered over you, with how close he was you could clearly see the inky pools of darkness that swallowed his iris’. “You kissed my best friend knowing damn well I’d find out about it then avoid me for a week only to turn up at Namjoon’s apartment.”

You forced out a humorless laugh after Jin finished, you couldn’t believe he was throwing a hissy fit over this after what he’d done. “You’re forgetting that I did all this after you called me the wrong fucking name the last time we had sex!”

You couldn’t help the burst of anger that flooded your words, it was hell trying to avoid Jin all week without giving in to your intrusive thoughts and just fucking every one of his friends as payback.

“And it was Sofia of all people! Can’t believe you’ve been hooking up with that hoe…” now that last statement was more you than to Jin and when your beady eyes snapped up to catch a smirk over the student president’s lips you had just about had enough.

With a frustrated huff of air, you quickly brushed past Jin and towards the front door. If the nigga was just going to laugh in your face then you were just going to leave. But before you could even grab the door handle you felt a pair of hands encapsulate your waist and pull you deeper into the apartment until you were forced down onto the beige living room couch.

“I know you didn’t just push me onto this couch.”

“And I know you’re not being pissy with me because I fucked Sofia.”

“And what if I am?”

“_____, look at me. Look.” Despite his laughter earlier, when you begrudgingly turned your eyes upward to face the man hovering over you, you were able to note the seemingly sincere look covering his beautiful face.

His lips were pulled back in a tight line and his eyebrows were furrowed. His eyes looked like they were studying you, trying to untangle the web of thoughts that surrounded your anger.

Finally, after a second of silence, his voice softly pecked your ears, his gaze never leaving yours, “ I’m sorry, truly. I really didn’t mean to call you Sofia, it was a shitty thing to do.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“I’m serious, _____.”

Truthfully speaking, you knew he had been messing around with Sofia. Mostly because the bitch never knew when to shut the fuck up. The two of you established that you weren’t exclusive and that as long as you stay safe then all cards were on the table but… you still couldn’t help but feel that stinging ache of pain when Jin mistakenly called you her name after giving him head.

“Why did you say her name then?” You weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to know the answer, but it seemed like it was the time to lay everything out and the question had been eating you up for the last week.

For the first time throughout the conversation, Jin’s eyes blinked away from yours, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat before he replied in a quiet voice, “this is going to sound dumb but… lately when we hook up I’ve been enjoying it more than I think I should.” Briefly meeting eye contact once again the man chewed on his bottom lip before continuing, “and I guess I was scared so… when you were giving me head I thought about anything– or I guess anyone that could distract me, and usually when Sofia gives me head it’s pretty shit so I thought thinking about her would keep me from climaxing too fast and then I just accidentally said her name.”

After he finished his explanation a firm silence dawned over the two of you. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing and after a few more seconds of silence stretched on you couldn’t contain the loud laugh that echoed throughout the apartment.

“Alright now, it’s not that funny” you heard Jin mutter under his breath but you were too busy laughing to reply.

It was only after a few more seconds of laughter that were you able to sputter out a coherent sentence, “wait- Jin, are you saying you only said Sofia’s name so you wouldn’t come too fast?”

“Basically yeah. I know it’s dumb I just-”

You didn’t let him finish as you had pulled him down to your level and kissed him heartily, your lips slotting together so naturally as if nothing had changed. His lips were just as pillowy soft as you remembered and his cherry-flavored chapstick tasted like nostalgia as you recalled all the times you kissed it off this man’s pretty lips.

“It is dumb, but it’s also kind of cute,” you muttered through the kiss.

After a few more kisses you felt Jin pull away slightly, his arms pressing against the sides of the couch, “I really am sorry, _____. I haven’t slept with Sofia in over a month. If I’m being honest the only person I’ve been seeing intimately is… you.”

Your eyes widened at that. Jin wasn’t known for being a playboy or anything, he did have a reputation to uphold, but he was known to get around every now and then. To hear that you were the only person he was really seeing made you both giddy with joy and suspicious of what he wanted you to say. But before you could respond Jin quickly intercepted you, his words rushing out uncharacteristically.

“I know we said we would be strictly friends with benefits, but… I don’t know. The thought of you being with someone else… especially someone like Namjoon scared me. I don’t expect you to feel the same way or even be exclusive with me, I just had to tell you now or else I would’ve lost my fucking mind.”

It took you a second to fully process Jin’s words. It was a lot he was spilling onto you. Was he confessing that he liked you? That’s what this meant right? You hadn’t messed around with anyone either besides Jin, but you always figured it was one-sided.

“For what it’s worth, I haven’t slept with anyone else in a while too.”

“What?”

You felt a rush of heat spread through your cheeks which was gratefully hidden behind the melanin in your skin, but the effects of your flustered nature were enough to have you avoiding eye contact, “no one makes me feel as good as you do, Jin.”

Suddenly you were too shy to look back at the handsome man in front of you but you could feel the heat of his stare caress over you before his voice piped up quietly, “no one? Not even Namjoon?”

You swiftly snapped your head back to Jin as you answered hurriedly, “no! I never slept with him! I just kissed him to fuck with you…”

Jin clicked his teeth disapprovingly with a shake of his head, his once look of nerves replaced by a sharp smirk and dark eyes, “I don’t believe you. I think I gotta remind you of how nice you feel when I’m eating you out.”

Your legs clenched at Jin’s words, that familiar ache from in between your legs coming back at full force. Jin’s eyes darted down to catch the action before his eyes flicked back up to meet yours and leaned in to kiss you once again. His kiss was gentle and slow as his tongue ran against your bottom lip, begging for permission to which you granted.

You lifted your hands to wrap around Jin’s neck and pull him closer to you but were suddenly stopped when you felt the man pull away from you, his lips puffy and gleaming with saliva.

“No touching, baby. Today, I just want to pleasure you, will you let me?” Looking at you through his doe-like eyes was enough to have you folding and allowing Jin to have complete control.

With a smile that could light up a dark cave, Jin leaned in once more to peck you warmingly on the lips before slipping away and kneeling in front of you, his large hands running light circles over your denim jeans.

“Take this off for me, ____.” Jin tapped his index finger over the fabric of your jeans as he spoke.

You both knew you didn’t have much time left before Namjoon finished printing the flyers so you wasted no time in lifting up your hips and quickly peeling off your jeans with Jin assisting you. When he caught sight of your black lace underwear you saw him visibly gulp, his eyes never wavering from the sight of your covered privates.

“Jin, c’mon, we don’t have much time.” while that was true you only said that because you were starting to get flustered from the way Jin was eyeing you.

“Sorry, I just can’t ever get enough of you.” at that his eyes left your underwear to admire your thighs, then your stomach, chest, and finally ending on your face. A strange warmth clouded his gaze, one that you’ve never seen before and suddenly you felt your heart rate spike.

Tearing his eyes away from your face, Jin returned to your underwear as his hands slowly coerced your legs open until you were spread out before him like a meal. Creeping his fingers up your inner thigh Jin leaned forward before blowing softly over your already-soaked underwear, the breeze contrasting greatly against your heated center. You then felt Jin’s finger softly stroke the fabric of your panties, running small circles over your covered clit, it was agonizingly pleasurable as a soft gasp escaped your lips.

“Please, Jin… hurry.”

Noting the urgency in your voice Jin sighed, the smirk on his lips bleeding into the tone of his words, “only because of the time constraint, but _____, next time I won’t be rushed.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine but it was quickly overtaken by the joy you felt when you felt Jin’s fingers hook around the band of your underwear and yank it down to your ankles. The cold air hitting your vagina shocked you, but the feeling of Jin’s fingers sliding through the folds of your pussy was even more surprising. How could you have forgotten how good this man makes you feel? How well he knows your body?

His index finger expertly found your clit before rubbing small circles over it, his touch was tender and yet precise as you began moaning into the air, your eyes doing their best to stay open and focus on the man before you who watched you before glancing down to look at his fingers slipping easily into you.

“God, I missed this. I missed you,” his voice was low and quiet, almost as if he was hypnotized.

“It’s just a pussy, Jin. And it’s definitely not the first one you’ve seen.”

Jin’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked back up at you, “it may not be my first, but I sure as hell want it to be my last.”

Before you could even process what he was implying he leaned closer to you before sticking his tongue out to taste you. His tongue explored every inch of you like it was the first time and you were helpless to try to keep up. His tongue licked at you relentlessly and you did your best to hold in your moans but when he stuck another finger inside you, you could no longer contain yourself; so moan you did.

“That’s right, baby. Moan for me, indulge in the feeling of my tongue on your beautiful clit.”

You loved when Jin talked dirty to you and he knew that as he slowly coaxed you closer and closer to your orgasm with his sinful words paired with his wide eyes, plump lips, and sweet voice. You weren’t sure how long you were going to last like this, but you embraced it regardless. You embraced the feeling of Jin’s tongue lavishing you like you were water in the Sahara, you embraced the way his slender fingers pushed in and out of you like a well-oiled machine, and you embraced the way Jin’s eyes caressed you, looking at you with such desire and warmth.

You knew it wouldn’t take you long to reach your orgasm and after a few more minutes of Jin pouring his all into pleasing you, you were crying out to him, warning him of your incoming climax.

“Come for me, _____. Please, I wanna taste you on my tongue.”

On his command, you felt yourself let go as a flood of pleasure took over your senses. Your eyes squeezed shut and your hands latched onto Jin’s shoulder to try to anchor yourself as you called out his name, the only name you’d ever want on your lips from now on.

Without missing a beat after you had come down from your high you felt Jin pull up your underwear and jeans before moving to sit on the couch next to you. When you finally opened your eyes and turned to look at him, a small smile graced your lips as you saw your juices covering Jin’s lips.

“C’mere,” you smiled as you pulled Jin in by his chin and began kissing him sensually, the taste of you covering your lips now.

“If it wasn’t obvious, I really like you. The only name I wanna moan from now on is yours, okay?” Jin mumbled in between the kiss, his tongue dipping out to lick you off of his bottom lip.

You smiled, you knew you were cheesing so hard at the man’s words but you couldn’t help yourself. He just looked so cute sitting next to you with his curly hair and goofy smile. Here you were with the revered and respected Kim Seokjin, the voice for all the students on campus, and yet you’re the only thing on his mind and the only thing on his lips.

“Hm, you know I was so close to moaning Namjoon’s name…”

“You got jokes now.” Jin shook you slightly as you teased him.

He rolled his eyes as you laughed lightly before squaring your gaze back on him, your voice coming out soft and low, “I’m just kidding… seriously, I’m sorry for kissing him, I was just being petty.”

Jin nodded, “I get it, what I did was fucked up so I deserved to get humbled. But I’m hoping now that we talked this all out I could maybe take you out. Like on an official date?”

You feigned like you were thinking, your chin lifting up as your eyes flicked up to the ceiling. “Mm, that depends. Where you taking me?”

“Wherever you’d like, baby.”

“Then it’s a deal.”

You sealed the date with one last kiss that you smiled into before you both got up and frantically tried cleaning up the couch before Namjoon got back, knowing that if he found out about what you guys did he’d never let ya’ll hear the end of it.

Cut and Dry (Leon x Reader)

•Notes•

Pairing: RE4 Leon x Reader

Summary: Leon comes home from a long and tiresome mission with a nasty wound that he tries to hide from you… keyword is try.

Genre: Established relationship, boyfriend Leon au, smut, hurt and comfort

Warnings: oral (f. receiving), fingering, praise, mentions and depictions of blood (but it’s really tame), swearing, hurt and comfort (it’s nothing serious though), pet names (‘baby’, ‘angel’)

WC: 3k-ish (I can’t remember the exact word count lmao)

A/N: I was debating on whether this could be considered a part 2 to my other domestic boyfriend Leon ff and right now I’m thinking fuck it— it can be considered a part 2 so if you read my other ff “Morning Distractions” I hope you enjoy this one! Also the two aren’t super connected so you can definitely read this one without having read the first one.

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Leon stumbled haphazardly out of his car as soon as he pulled up to the driveway, his heavy footsteps crunching against the hard gravel, interrupting the disgruntled quiet that settled over the early morning hours. He knew he needed to be quiet, not wanting to disrupt the neighbors as he stifled a grunt from escaping his lips, his gloved hand tightened over his side, the blood from the deep gnash slashed across his torso paying no mind to the pressure he tried to apply to stop the red liquid that stained his uniform. He had just come back from a mission and it was safe to say that it had been… arduous. He was honestly lucky that he didn’t sustain any other serious injuries besides the wound that was currently causing him severe amounts of pain.

“Fuck,” the man murmured under his labored breath as he leaned against the front doorframe, his body slumped and skin doused in a layer of sweat, coating him in its hard-earned glow.

Fumbling for his keys, his bloody gloved hands produced the jingling object, missing the lock a few times and cursing as a result until he finally managed to unlock the door. Practically tumbling into the foyer before his back met the cold surface of the door that closed behind him. Taking a quick assessment of the dark hallway, Leon sighed in relief when he didn’t see you waiting up for him like usual, figuring you were asleep due to the late hour. He didn’t need you seeing him like this– broken and fragile. As if you didn’t worry about him already, Leon knew this would only heighten your concerns and the last thing he wanted was for you to worry about his wellbeing when he knew you had your own shit you were dealing with.

Pushing himself off the door, Leon bit back a groan, the searing stab wound in his side alarming him of its pertinence as he trudged his way over to the pantry where he kept his emergency supplies. Grabbing a first aid kit he managed to stumble over to the couch right as his vision began to blur.

“Shit… I need to hurry up…” he thought to himself as he stripped himself of his shirt, tossing it to the side along with his dirty leather gloves. He sighed as the cool air-conditioned breeze rushing out from the vents hit his heated skin, the sweat drying unlike his wound as more blood gushed through.

Leon did his best to stop the bleeding, he was used to tending to his injuries so what was one more, right? He did his best to calm himself, his eyes periodically glancing up at the staircase to make sure you hadn’t heard him before glancing down at his wound, he hurriedly poured out a stream of rubbing alcohol onto a wipe before bracing himself, knowing the sting he was about to feel would be even more painful than the actual injury itself. And just as he predicted, when he pressed the wipe firmly against his side a strangled groan escaped his lips that he desperately tried to cover, his eyes squeezing closed tightly as he did his best to take deep and even breaths.

Unbeknownst to him, up in your shared bedroom, you stirred, sitting up slowly to glance at the clock on your nightstand before your eyes widened in alarm. You had fallen asleep waiting for Leon and if the sound that emanated from downstairs was any indication– Leon had just come home from his mission. You slip out from under the covers, grabbing a robe when the cool air meets your warm skin. With light steps, you quickly yet quietly made your descent down the stairs, your eyes immediately finding Leon slumped on the couch. It only takes you a second to take in the scene before you, noting the red cloth pressed against his side that you knew was white before.

“Leon? Oh my god…” you mutter, your tone laced with shock and concern as you hurry over to your boyfriend, sitting gingerly beside him while your eyes quickly assess his body, searching for any other ailments before zeroing in on his wound.

Upon hearing your voice break through his strained breathing, Leon’s eyes flew open, sitting up before grunting and falling back on the couch. “Baby– what’re you doing up? You should be sleeping–” he tried to soothe you, his voice taking on a calming lilt despite the obvious pain he was in, trying to mask it behind a weak smile that gave way to a grimace as his hand tightened around the wound.

“Leon–what happened?” you ask, immediately getting to work on fixing your man up. You had been with Leon long enough to know what to do in these situations, your hands finding the proper materials you’d use to stitch him back up, knowing his pride kept him from going to a hospital.

Leon shrugs off your question, attempting to stop your hands that tried moving towards his wound, “babe, I’m fine. Go to sleep.”

“You’re not fine. Stop acting all hard and let me take care of you,” your voice was firm, leaving no room for the man to argue with you as he sighed before relenting, laying back on the couch as his expression tensed, visible discomfort flooding his tired blue eyes.

He knew you loved him and that you took no issue with tending to his injuries, but every time you did he couldn’t help but feel like he was hurting you, having you constantly see the unheroic sides of his job that left him torn and dirty, bleeding over the new couch you guys had just bought. But he didn’t attempt to stop you again, simply letting a tense silence form between you as he watched you concentrate on cleaning up the wound after successfully stopping the bleeding for now. After a minute, he finally spoke, his voice low and quiet in the early dawn of the morning, “sorry about the couch…”

Your eyes flicked up to meet Leon’s when you heard his mumbled words, your hands picking out more medical materials from the kit, preparing to perform a brief suture on Leon. When you first assessed the wound you noted that it was deep but luckily not too severe, allowing you to patch him up now, at least until you forced him to visit the doctor later in the morning. “I don’t care about the couch, Leon…” you finally reply as you prepare to give Leon a few stitches.

“Yeah, but… you were so excited to pick it out and now–” Leon’s words are cut off when you first puncture his skin. He hisses sharply, his muscles tensing for a moment before relaxing, knowing he needs to be still in order for you to continue doing your job.

“And now it’s covered in blood. Your blood from the wound you weren’t going to tell me about.” Your words were clipped, the slight anger you felt at Leon trying to hide something like this from you rising now that you knew he was going to be alright. Your eyes didn’t meet Leon’s as your hands quickly began sewing Leon up, his skin coming together under your ministrations as the area surrounding the wound was dusted in a light red tint, the skin agitated yet prepared to begin healing as you finished up the last stitch.

Leon sighs as you begin to pack up the materials, noticing how you practically throw the needles and rubbing alcohol into the kit before quickly wrapping up his wound in a thick layer of gauze. He knew you were upset with him, you always were when he tried hiding his injuries. Wanting to alleviate your anger he slowly sat up, grunting a bit at the pain from the sudden movement which earned him a glare from you. He internally cursed in his head, knowing he wasn’t making a good case for himself already as he tried to find the right words to say to ease your mind.

“I’m sorry, ____. Really… I know you want to be there for me, but I can’t help but feel… ashamed whenever you see me like this,” running a rough hand through his hair, Leon sighed heavily, his chest rising and falling as his breath evened out, his mind clearing up from the pain due to your help.

“Ashamed? Leon, I’m your girlfriend, not your colleague. You shouldn’t be ashamed to let me see you when you need help.” You reply, your expression softening for a moment as you turn to look at Leon better, the little light emanating from the lamp in the corner of the room casting half of his body in a warm glow, his skin regaining some of its color from the sickly pale tint it once had. You lift your hand to lightly brush along the side of Leon’s cheek and he leans into your touch, finding it a beacon of comfort after the horrors he had seen the night before. Despite your frustration, you couldn’t help the wave of dejection you felt, realizing how little Leon trusted you concerning his wellbeing and your capabilities to support him through his vulnerable moments, “I love you and you know that. I’ll always be here for you no matter what, but I can’t help unless you trust that I can.” Your tone was quieter this time, subdued in the levels of desolation you felt course through you.

Leon’s eyes widened a bit as he took in your words, his gaze catching onto the way your gaze pooled with a certain sadness and concern he hadn’t quite realized you carried for him. “Babe, I… I do trust you. With my life, but I still don’t want to have to put you through seeing me like this– you deserve someone strong to protect and secure you.”

“Yeah, but what you’re not getting is that I should be allowed to do the same thing for you.” Your reply stings deeper than any cut or stab wound Leon could’ve received. With a somber look, you press a quick kiss to Leon’s cheek before standing up and making your way back upstairs, the lingering tension of your conversation hanging over him as he watched you disappear upstairs, leaving his wound fixed but mind a mess.

“Damn it, Leon…” he muttered under his breath, his head hanging low while his hand rubbed the back of his neck. He hadn’t realized the depth of your feelings for him, the unwavering love you harbored for him that he practically pushed away to maintain his pride.

He knew he needed to fix this, to show you that he trusted and loved you in the same way that you did, he couldn’t just leave it like this, leave you alone in your bedroom questioning his feelings for you. No– he couldn’t have that. With determination pushing away his regret, he managed to stand, the wound still emanating a dull pain but it wasn’t enough to keep him from making his way to the stairs. While it took him longer than he liked, he managed to make his way upstairs, quietly heading towards your shared bedroom and finding your back facing him.

His eyes briefly flicked over to the sun slowly beginning to rise over the horizon, painting the once pitch-black sky into a mirage of oranges and pinks that blended into a light blue. He sighed at the sight before turning back to you, his expression softening as he observed you for a moment longer before making his way over to the bed. Making sure to avoid putting pressure on his wound, he slipped under the covers next to you before his heavy arms reached out to gently wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to him as his toned chest met your back, his breath skating down your neck as he took in your natural scent, the smell intoxicating him. After thoroughly taking in your presence and how nicely your body fit against his, he began to talk, his voice low and quiet in the small space between you.

“Baby? I don’t know if you’re awake and if you’re not I have no problem repeating this, but if you are listening I want you to know how much you mean to me,” he began, pausing for a moment as he figured out the rest of the words he wanted to say that perfectly encompassed how he felt, “I love you so much… you’re my everything, I swear. I know you care for me and I guess… I guess I was scared that if you saw how fucked up my job really was and the amount of times I end up getting my ass kicked you’d end up leaving… that it would be too much for you to handle and I shouldn’t have assumed that. I thought I was protecting you, but I realize I was only pushing you away.” Leon had more to say, but he stopped when he saw you shift before turning to face him.

He smiled softly when he saw your face, his hand leaving your waist to brush along the curve of your cheek, his touch delicate yet warm as his eyes bored into yours. You had been awake the whole time and while you wished he told you about his injury earlier, you could understand why he felt like he needed to hide it. Your own eyes flicked over his face, taking in the way the early morning light perfectly highlighted his features– his sharp nose, angular jaw, and clear blue eyes that met yours, clear affection and vulnerability in his gaze as the sincerity of his words washed over you.

After a moment of staring, you finally spoke up, your voice quiet yet lighter now, “thank you, Leon. I love you too and I’ll always be here to support you… just promise me that you’ll be more open with me the next time you get injured, okay?”

Leon nods, his pink lips immediately widening in a bright smile. His hand cups your cheek before he leans forward, his lips brushing against yours as he murmurs, “I promise. I’ll tell you everything from now on,” with that submission he deepens the kiss, his lips pressing more firmly against yours as his tongue runs along the curve of your bottom lip, leaving you breathless when he pulls away.

Instead of the affectionate loving smile that once graced his lips, when he breaks the kiss, you note the sudden heat pooling in his gaze, his smile turning into a sensual curl of his lips while his thumb left your cheek to brush along your bottom lip that his tongue just tasted, “god, I missed you…” he murmurs, his eyes taking you in as if you were the world’s most fascinating piece of art, “do you mind if I finish my apology?”

You quirk an eyebrow at the sudden question as you do your best to not show how much his touch has gotten to you, your legs shifting conspicuously under the covers to quell the growing ache you felt between them. “Finish?” You ask, wondering what Leon was referring to.

With a devilish smile, Leon suddenly moves below the covers as you feel him shift, his hands lightly caressing your legs before finding your plush thighs. With a gentle push, he parts your legs and settles between them. Immediately your mind understands what he meant as you begin to protest, your eyes widening as you quickly lift the covers to look at Leon. His gaze meets yours as he gives you an endearing smile, his slender fingers tracing along your inner thigh. “Leon– no, you shouldn’t be doing this. Your injury…”

“I’ll be fine, I’m just gonna show you how much I love you by eating you out, okay? Now relax for me, babe, and let me please you,” without another word, you watch as Leon’s fingers move up to the edge of your underwear, a damp spot already making itself known which earns a smirk out of Leon as his fingers brush over the area, probing lightly against your entrance before moving up to brush against your covered clit, earning a quiet groan out of you as you debate on letting this happen.

All resolve to push him away, however, dissolves when you feel his tongue flick against your underwear, tasting your arousal as the barrier of thin fabric adds another sensation of pleasure to the erotic scene. Your eyes almost go out of focus as your hand holding up the cover trembles a bit, your thighs spreading further apart on their own accord to give Leon more access to you, a silent plea for him to continue which he gladly does with a shit-eating smirk on his lips. His hands quickly tug off your underwear, tossing them somewhere under the covers before his eyes take in the sight before him.

“So beautiful…” he murmured as he took in your wet folds, his intense gaze was enough to have your heart racing against your chest, desire and anticipation making an impatiently intoxicating mix as your teeth captured your bottom lip. With one final glance up at you, Leon lowered his head before he rested between your legs, his tongue sliding out and immediately finding your sensitive bud of nerves.

He started slow at first, wanting to build up your pleasure as the tip of his tongue slowly swirled around your clit, switching between gentle flicks and swipes to his lips sucking against the bud. The sensation elicits a moan from your lips as your hand drops the covers, too consumed with the pleasure of Leon’s tongue against you to bother keeping it up. Instead, your head falls back on the plush pillow below you, your hips lifting slightly to better meet Leon’s mouth.

He hums in appreciation for your urgent need to feel more of him, the sensation vibrating against your pussy as his tongue continued to flick against your clit before finally moving on, giving the sensitive nerve a break as his tongue finds your entrance. Without much warning, his tongue slides inside you, lapping up your arousal and tasting you, causing him to moan softly against you, enjoying not only the way you tasted but the way your body reacted to his touch.

His hands reached up to grasp your hips, steadying them against his mouth, not wanting you to escape the pleasurable torment he was bestowing upon you as more moans tumbled from your plush lips, your back beginning to arch while your nails dug into the sheets. You were endowed in blissful surrender, your every squirm and whimper belonging to him as he pleased you to no end, wanting to display his devotion and care for you. Moving away from your entrance, his tongue returned to your clit, flicking against the bud while one of his hands moved away from your hip to your entrance, brushing along it before slipping two fingers inside, your walls clench at the intrusion as his digits probed deep inside you, the wet sound of your pussy mixing with your moans that grew louder with every thrust of his fingers inside you.

You could feel the coil of tension in between your legs begin to tighten, the tension in your body building as you squirmed under Leon’s touch, the double stimulation of his fingers and tongue sending you over the edge as your eyes fluttered closed and thighs threatened to close the closer you to got to your orgasm.

“Hold still, baby… almost there, you’re doing so well for me…” you heard Leon’s low voice rumble from under the covers, you missed the smirk he had on his face, too busy trying to grapple with your incoming climax that had you crying out to Leon. His hand that wasn’t fucking into you held down your hips, stopping you from moving away or closing your legs, sliding down to hold your thighs apart. He was determined to make you cum, he wanted to taste you over his tongue, to know he did a good job for you.

“L-Leon–ah! God– I-I’m close–!” You manage to sputter out seconds before your muscles seize, your body stiffening before finally the coil snaps and a blinding light overtakes you, your figure shudders and trembles against Leon who doesn’t let up even with your warning. He simply redoubles his efforts, wanting to bring you over the edge with an intensity that matches his affection for you. His lips continued to suckle against your clit, his fingers plunging in and out of you as your orgasm washes over you. He loves the feel of you shaking against him, pride swelling in his heart at making you feel as loved and cared for as he felt around you.

When you finally begin to calm down from your high, Leon takes a second to clean you up, his tongue collecting your essence dutifully before he finds your underwear somewhere under the sheets and slides them gingerly back over you. Finally, he rises from the covers, his body hovering over yours as he stares deeply into your eyes, leaning down he presses a searing kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself before pulling away with a soft smile on his lips. “So do you accept my apology?”

You chuckle when you hear his question, your hands lifting to wrap around him, resting along the back of his neck as your fingers lightly brushed along his smooth skin. “Yes, I accept and forgive you, babe. I love you…” your words are sincere and intimate, matching the peaceful atmosphere that settled between you as Leon gazed down at you, a tender gleam in his eyes.

“I love you too, angel. And I thank you for all that you do for me…” he murmured, his tone open and honest for you to see. As he dropped another lingering kiss against your lips he couldn’t help but settle in next to you, holding you close as you both embraced one another in the tranquility of your room, the sun rising as you both prepared for a restful sleep, uncaring if the world outside was beginning to wake up as you two held one another, content to slip into your sanctuary of love and security.

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ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Short and Sweet (Yg x black reader)

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Pairing: Yoongi x Black Reader

Genre: smut, college au

Summary: You and Yoongi have been fuck buddies for awhile now, but it seems like Yoongi might want more.

Warnings: smut, oral (f. receiving & m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), cursing, drinking, pet names (‘love’), slight toxicity

WC: 7,642

A/N: This one took me forever to write for some reason (writers block is a bitch). I wrote this to help me get back into things so I hope you like it.

Enjoy!

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Your hands nestled their way into the long black strands of Yoongi’s hair, gripping the roots harshly as you pushed the man’s face deeper against you, a poorly repressed moan escaping your lips as you do so.

“Y’know I’m not going anywhere,” you heard a low voice rasp from below you.

You forced your eyes open long enough to glance down at the man currently eating you out, your jeans halfway down your thighs as Yoongi smirked up at you, his lips glistening under the low light of the custodian’s storage room.

“Shut up,” you huffed, your grip on Yoongi’s hair tightening to punctuate your words.

The man simply chuckled quietly at your gruff words before situating his lips back around your clit, his tongue ran devilishly across you while his fingers plunged deeper inside of you. It was a dangerous combination that had you biting your lip harshly to keep your moans down.

You didn’t really think out your plan when you demanded Yoongi’s attention after class through text. He just looked so damn good when he walked into today’s lecture with his hair freshly dyed a midnight black, the wavy curls of his hair fanning his soft-looking skin while his sharp eyes glanced over at you playfully.

Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing when he pulled that shit.

Your legs clenched together from under your desk as if automatically. It had been a while since the two of you had sex and you were practically in heat. So when you texted Yoongi halfway through the lecture hinting at a quick session you weren’t exactly thinking logically since as soon as class ended you dragged the man to the nearest empty room on campus which just so happened to be the janitor’s closet.

The heady scent of Pinesol further deluded your senses as you took in harsher breaths of air to steel yourself against the wall as Yoongi licked away at you.

“Feel good, love?” he call out to you, you could practically hear the smug smirk on his lips as he spoke.

You grit your teeth, your eyes squeezed shut as you pressed him further against you, “quiet,” you command, only trying to focus on the feeling of Yoongi’s tongue and fingers against you and not his cocky attitude.

Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi felt himself get even harder. As if tasting you weren’t hot enough, your quick and quiet demands had him feeling even giddier. He loved it when you gave him a reason to shut up and thus he let you press his head further into your center. He loved the taste of you. Shit, he practically worshiped the way you spilled onto his tongue as he slide in between your wet folds, savoring every shudder and tremble of your body.

He loved talking shit just to have you break him down to his rightful place. It’s why he continued finger fucking you even after you had just come. Your body squirmed under him, his eyes danced up to your face after he licked you off of his lips. You looked so goddamn sexy with your eyes closed and lip captured between your teeth.

“Thanks…” you sighed after your body finally came down from the extremely satisfying orgasm Yoongi gave you.

“My pleasure. You look hot when you come,” Yoongi noted with a lopsided smirk as he pulled up your underwear and jeans.

“How charming,” you said with a roll of your eyes, the hint of a smile curving the edges of your lips as Yoongi stood to face you, his hands sneakily sliding around your waist.

“I’m even more charming when I’m out, eating dinner under the stars and making quirky conversations with someone.”

You cocked an eyebrow, “mhm. Sounds like a date.”

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, “you said it. So how about it?”

“We’re just fuck buddies remember?” You replied with a small smirk.

“That could change.”

“Or not. Y’know we’d make the worst couple.”

Yoongi tilts his head, his small eyes gazing into yours as he speaks, “who said that?”

You rolled your eyes, “like all of our friends? We’re only compatible with sex, remember?” You pinched Yoongi’s nose teasingly as he shuddered out of your touch with a playful smile of his own.

“Oh, I remember,” the man purrs, his voice low and soothing as his breath fans across your ear when he leans in closer to you. His thumb rubs soothing circles against your waist, just above your jeans.

You repress a shiver from running down your spine, this man was like a siren, his very touch and voice were enough to pull you in if you weren’t careful. Lucky for you though- you were always careful and pulled back from Yoongi, your eyes catching as you placed a hand on his firm chest and gently pushed him back. “Good. So you know that’s all we’re good for. I’ll see you next time, Yoongi.” With a wink you squeezed past the black-haired man and out of the small closet, your hands roaming over your clothes and piecing them back in order.

~~~~~✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧~~~~~

Your eyes began to blur as you reread the same paragraph for the fifth time. Finals were just around the corner and you had been cooped up in the library with your small study group for the past six hours.

“Okay, if I don’t get some food in me I’m just gonna start eating people,” your eyes glanced up to catch your friend, Jungkook, slumped back in his chair from across the table. His tattooed arms folded over each other as a contrasting pout pulled at the curves of his small lips.

“God, _____, let's get Kook some food. He’s a big guy, he really could eat us if he wanted.” Jin, your other study buddy, responded. His eyes watching Jungkook with caution.

You chuckled a bit, “I can’t go guys,” you held up your comically large textbook, “I gotta at least get through this chapter before I take a break.”

Jin rolled his eyes, his plump lips curling up in a mocking smirk, “you’ve been on the same page for the past 15 minutes. I don’t think you’re making much progress.”

“Well, I have to try!” You groaned, your head falling against the cover of the textbook.

You heard your two friends move, their wooden chairs gliding against the carpeted floor as Jungkook’s voice sounded from above you, “don’t listen to Jin, _____. We’ll get you a snack or something, alright?”

You nodded your head solemnly against the book, not looking up until you felt like you were alone at the table. “Fuck finals…” you mumbled as you opened your book back to the page you last read.

You forced yourself to sit up straighter in your chair and shook your head slightly, trying to summon some energy to help you focus. You only got halfway through the paragraph, however, when another voice spoke up beside you.

“Studying?”

Just from the slight rasp alone, you could determine who the voice's owner was before you looked up. Your tired expression was quickly replaced by one of amusement when your eyes caught sight of Yoongi standing beside you, his body leaning slightly against the table.

“No, paragliding.” You answered after a second, your eyes meeting Yoongi’s with a gleam of excitement.

If anyone could replenish your energy- it was Yoongi.

“Looks fun,” the man commented with a smirk as he took a seat next to you, “where’s tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum?”

“Why you wanna know? Are you jealous?” You asked, your voice hinting at just a bit of playfulness.

Yoongi’s smirk widened even further as he brushed a strand of hair away from his face. His black hair shone underneath the warm fluorescent lights that washed his face in a subtle glow; his small pouty lips practically glistening after he briefly swiped his tongue across them temptingly, “terribly jealous.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “I’m sure. Well, if you must know, they went to get some food after Jungkook threatened to eat someone.”

Yoongi quirked an eyebrow, his eyes pooling with confusion as he spoke, “why get food when you’re right here?” You felt Yoongi lean closer to you, his voice dipping low so only you could be privy to his licentious words as he whispered softly, “you taste pretty delicious to me.”

You thanked God that your brown skin prevented the raging heat in your face to not be outwardly noticed. Yoongi seemingly had no shame if he was willing to speak to you like this knowing the effect it would have on you while out in public. But before you could even think to come up with a response the sounds of something hitting the table startled you away from Yoongi.

When you turned your flustered eyes to the front of the table you saw Jin and Jungkook with bags of snacks that they poured over the table.

“We eating good,” Jungkook commented with a wide smile as he took a seat, his hands automatically reaching out to grab a bag of chips.

“Yoongi. Didn’t know you’d be here,” Jin greeted with a polite smile.

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, “yeah, well… I saw you guys and thought I’d say hi.”

“More like you saw _____ and wanted to say hi,” Jungkook said through a mouth full of crushed chips.

“Gross, Kook,” you grimaced as you held your hand up to cover his mouth.

Yoongi simply smirked, though the usual flirtatious edge it usually had when he flashed it was gone. “Caught me,” he then pushed himself away from the table before speaking once again, “and now that I’ve been caught… can I talk to you for a second?” Yoongi asked, his attention turning towards you.

You shrugged, “sure,” you agreed before standing up and looking over at your friends who sent you teasing looks.

You rolled your eyes at them before following Yoongi through the library until he stopped in a dim corner surrounded by tall bookshelves, the area void of any other students.

“You chose a pretty secluded spot to ‘talk.’”

Yoongi turned around to face you while leaning against one of the wooden bookshelves settled against the wall with a smirk, “purely coincidental.”

“Oh is it?” You asked, your eyes darkening slightly as you took in the man before you.

He nodded, his eyes seemingly doing the same as they flicked over your body. You watched the way his muscles flexed as he folded his arms across his chest along with the way he tilted his head slightly to the side before he responded, “plausible deniability, love.”

You scoffed as you took a step to stand directly in front of him, your hands snaking down his firm body until you grasped the precipice of his desire through his basketball shorts. Your eyes took in Yoongi’s reaction, a shallow groan escaping his pretty lips as his eyes glazed over slightly at your touch, “I’d like to see you plausibly deny that, love.”

Yoongi chuckled through his pleasure, his eyes meeting yours as you continued applying pressure over his covered dick. Watching him squirm underneath your touch and grasp your hips, pulling you closer against him, sent a thrill of excitement through you. It was just the thing you needed to keep yourself from burning out.

“As much as I am enjoying this- and trust me I am. I actually did want to talk to you.” Yoongi said, his voice slightly shaky as your hand continued to palm him through his shorts.

“About?” You cocked an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk crossing across your lips as you waited for a response.

Yoongi’s eyes gazed into you, a flash of something you didn’t recognize flickering in his stare before he cleared it away with a shake of his head. A thick quiet settled between you briefly as the athlete cleared his throat and gave you his signature arrogant smile, “nevermind. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

You eyed Yoongi suspiciously, part of you wanted to probe him for his weird behavior but another part of you didn’t want to push him, after all, you guys weren’t together and you didn’t want to overstep any undiscussed boundaries. So instead you pushed the encounter aside before flashing him a smug smile of your own, the tension from before fading as you spoke.

“Since when do you call the shots?”

The side of Yoongi’s lips lifted in an amused smile as he countered, “since I saved your ass from studying?” he emphasized his point by sneaking his expansive hand around you and giving your ass a firm squeeze.

“Oh, ‘saved’ me did you?” you asked, a thrill of excitement coursing through you at his touch, “then I should repay for your generous nature, right?”

Without much further thought you quickly sank to your knees, your hands clutching the waistband of Yoongi’s shorts, preparing to pull them down. You glanced back up at Yoongi to see him watching you with wrapped attention, his breath shallow and his eyes wide. You gave him a sly grin, your teeth peeking out to appetize him before you pulled his shorts down slightly, just enough to reach your hand in and pull out his hard dick. It had been a while since you gave Yoongi head- you liked letting him pine for your mouth until you gave in to his desires.

Your eyes took in the sight before you; your hands roved mindlessly across the shaft of Yoongi’s cock. The pretty practically pink length stood stiffly, his tip weeping with precum for your attention. You loved him like this. Hard and practically sobbing for you.

“_____, are you really about to do this?” you heard Yoongi’s voice call out to you, his tone was gruff and slightly airy.

“Are you really complaining about me sucking your dick?” you asked, your hand squeezing his shaft resulting in a low groan tumbling out of Yoongi’s lips.

“Point taken. I’ll shut up.”

You smirked before returning your attention to Yoongi’s cock and giving his tip a little swipe of your tongue, his precum coating your tastebuds. Thank god he played basketball- he didn’t taste bad and you figured it was due to his athletics. Your tongue continued toying with Yoongi’s tip, licking at him as if he was an ice cream cone. You knew it was driving him crazy with the way his hands gripped the shelves behind him, trying to keep himself from just shoving himself in your mouth. He knew you didn’t like that.

You kept teasing him, happy to watch him try to restrain himself before you figured he had enough and finally wrapped your plump lips around him and took Yoongi’s dick deep into your mouth, sucking him hard.

“Fuck!” he whisper-shouted, his head hitting the bookcase behind him.

You continued deepthroating Yoongi, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you tried to control your gag reflex before sliding him out of your mouth, your saliva coating his slick cock.

“Jesus, _____. A little warning would be nice. I almost came.” Yoongi sighed as he looked down at you, his eyes widened in both surprise and arousal as he watched a string of saliva connect your lips to his dick.

“Sorry, I thought you could handle it,” you said with a mocking smile before pressing your lips against Yoongi’s shaft.

You saw Yoongi open his mouth to respond but before he could the speakers above you crackled to life as a voice announced through the old sound system, “attention all students. The library will be closing in 15 minutes. I repeat the library will be closing in 15 minutes.”

You sighed and turned back to Yoongi’s still-hard dick, you gave his tip a teasing suck before standing up.

“Not gonna finish the job?” Yoongi teased as he stuffed himself back into his shorts, the faint outline of his desires pressed against the fabric of his shorts.

“Who said I wasn’t? You’re still full of cum and my mouth is empty,” you responded with a devilish smile, “meet me outside. I gotta go get my stuff.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened ever so slightly before he steeled his expression and offered you a quick wink before pushing himself off of the bookcase, “you got it, _____.” He sent you one last sly smirk before walking off.

Your eyes gleamed with anticipation as you went back to collect your things quickly so that you could give Yoongi some mind-numbing head.

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Friday night. Your friends had been raving for the whole week about a new club that was opening only a few minutes away from your campus. Friday was the opening night for the club and so you found yourself in a tight short dress with high heels you were regretting wearing already as you made your way to the front of the line outside the building.

Muffled music could be heard through the thick walls of the club as you and your group of friends made their way to the front, one of these friends being Jungkook, who had been flirting with a few other people in the line behind you.

“Kook, we’re moving to the front,” you called out to your tattooed friend who turned away from the pretty girl he was talking to (who shot you the meanest glare you’ve ever seen).

“Right. You excited?” he asked with a bright smile, his chin hovering over your shoulder while his arm hugged the shoulder of your other friend, Jimin, who stood next to you.

“I guess. You guys gassed the hell out of this club so I hope it lives up to the hype,” you responded with a smile.

“It will. Trust.” Jimin piped up, his smile bright under the cover of the dark night sky.

As you continued inching closer to the front, your eyes glazed over the other people waiting in line, to your surprise many of them you recognized from being on campus. You supposed the opening of this club drew many of the local college students out as your eyes jumped from face to face. Part of you was searching for a specific face, the face that could ignite every sense and nerve within you with just the curl of his fingers, the brush of his silky hair, the parting of his soft lips.

“_____? Earth to _____?” A blurry shape shook itself in front of your face, jerking you away from your thoughts as Jimin stood in front of you, his manicured eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, trying to push yourself out of your daze as you stepped up in the line you were holding up.

“What had you so out of it, _____?” Jimin asked as he turned to look at you with crossed arms.

Before you could respond you felt a heavy arm sling over your shoulder rousingly. Turning your attention to your left met you with the sight of Jungkook grinning at you, his voice teasing as he spoke, “were you looking for a specific basketball star? First name rhyming with loony?”

You rolled your eyes as you shrugged Jungkook’s arm off of you as Jimin’s mouth popped open, his eyes widening in surprise as he spoke hurriedly, “you’re still dating Yoongi?”

You quickly pressed your finger to your lips, your eyes darting around to make sure no one was listening, “we’re not dating, Jimin! Don’t spread that around. We’re just…”

“Pretending to not like each other and fucking as an excuse to see one another?” Jungkook interjected, a shit-eating grin on his sly lips.

“Kook, hush!” you harshly poked the man’s side as he winced at your touch, “and it’s not an excuse. You know this whole thing started as a friends-with-benefits situation.”

“Yeah, ‘started’. But is it still just sex that you want? From the way you were staring at the line, it seemed like you really wanted to see Yoongi.” Jimin stated, his gaze softening slightly- he was such a romantic.

You scoffed as your heartbeat increased at the question you had tossed over in your mind a hundred times over. “Please, guys can we just focus on having a good time and stop worrying about my sex life.”

“More like love life since you love him~” Jungkook teased once again, his voice cooing at you before puckering his lips out playfully.

You elbowed him and rolled your eyes, effectively tuning him out before the three of you were promptly let into the club a few minutes later.

The club definitely lived up to the hype once inside. The design was sleek and had a futuristic theme with neon lights guiding people to the bar, a mirror acting as the ceiling over the dancefloor, and sleek plush furniture scattered about the spacious building.

Everywhere you looked sexy patrons occupied the space, pushing against each other on the dancefloor or throwing back glowing shots at the bar. It was safe to say that you were in for a good time. Your eyes locked with Jungkook and Jimin, your past conversation fading into the background as excitement gleamed in all of your eyes.

“I’m getting us shots!” Jimin pronounced before swiftly leaving, expertly moving through the crowd to the bar.

You and Jungkook picked out an empty booth before it got too crowded when Jimin came back with the drinks. You each quickly took the shots, the stinging liquid sliding down your throats before you started to feel the alcohol kick in.

Three shots later had you on the dancefloor, your body swaying to the music of the R&B song occupying the large booming speakers. The color of the strobe lights flashed over you, giving your brown skin an almost otherwordly glow as you lost yourself in the music.

As you moved gracefully along the dancefloor you felt a pair of hands slide on either side of your hips, their body pressing against your back. You smirked to yourself, your tipsy mind assuming that these hands belonged to Yoongi until you glanced over your shoulder to see another man occupying the space you wished Yoongi was in.

Looking over the man’s face he was far from unattractive. His sharp nose and angular jawline could melt anyone at just a glance and under any other circumstance, you probably would’ve let the man dance against you. However, you couldn’t shake the echoing words of Jimin’s question from earlier, pondering on the state of your relationship with Yoongi. You just couldn’t imagine feeling the touch of anyone’s hands against your body if it wasn’t Yoongi’s.

With a mumbled curse you shook your head apologetically to the man, silently declining his request to dance. Luckily the man took your rejection in stride, he simply inclined his head with a light smile before stepping away, slipping back into the sea of moving bodies. You suddenly felt a cold breeze wash over you, the curdling feeling of loneliness washing away the alcohol that coursed through your veins.

“Damn it, Yoongi,” you said to yourself with a bitter smile.

As you looked up to try to locate your booth, wanting to sit down for a break, your eyes inadvertently glazed over the bar before stopping at a sight that momentarily stopped your heart.

There, leaning against the counter of the bar stood Yoongi. The Min Yoongi. With a girl pressed against him, her hand sliding over his arm temptingly.

“The fuck?” you muttered, an incredulous look flashing across your face as you made your way off of the dancefloor.

You recognized the girl from one of the classes you had with Yoongi. You recalled the way she would eye-fuck him during the lectures. But what you don’t recall is this seething feeling of anger that pooled in your stomach as you watched her take a slow drink of her glass in a practiced move of seduction. Yoongi, who seemed to be aware of what she was trying to do, simply smirked down at her- the familiar curl of his lips being directed at another girl was the catalyst that had you trudging back to your booth where Jungkook and Jimin were currently doing body shots off of each other.

“_____!” Jungkook shouted, pulling his shirt down that still gleamed with sticky alcohol. Some of the nearby patrons pouted at the sight of his abs being covered prematurely.

“Hey, Jungkook…” you mumbled, giving him a weak smile as you slumped into the booth.

Your two friends gave each other confused looks as they sat down, eyeing you with concern before Jungkook spoke up again, his voice tinted in drunken worry, “uh oh, you’re using my government name- something happened. What is it?”

You sighed before gesturing to the bar where Yoongi was still conversing with the girl.

“That bitch!” Jungkook cursed once he caught sight of what you were pointing to.

“Kook!” Jimin scolded, even when tispy he was still the gentleman.

You chuckled half-heartedly at the two men before mumbling, “thanks, Kook. But it’s not her fault. Yoongi and I aren’t dating, he has a right to talk to her.”

Jimin’s hand reached out from across the table to hold yours, a soft look on his face before he spoke, “you could fix that, _____. From what I’ve seen it looks like you really like Yoongi. Why not just tell him that?”

You shrugged, “I already turned him down once, he’s probably tired of me by now.”

Jimin and Jungkook both display expressions of exasperation as you finish talking. With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook leans closer to you, his slightly slurred words don’t deter the firmness in his voice as he speaks, “_____, be for real. Yoongi likes you. Like really like you.”

“Yeah, trust us. From the outside looking in it’s pretty obvious despite how much you guys try to hide it.” Jimin says with a cross of his smooth arms.

You sigh as your friend’s words wash over you. Maybe they had a point? You couldn’t deny the way your heartbeat seemed to always increase whenever you spotted Yoongi around campus. Or the way you felt comfortable whenever you guys hung out outside of your sexual interactions. You cherished the time you’d spent in his dorm room, listening to the beats he’d made or ranting about your professors after class.

Truthfully, you enjoyed Yoongi’s company so much that it frightened you. If you were to try and have a serious relationship with Yoongi would it last? Could you guys be more than sex buddies? Could you open your heart even more for the man that had already made a home there?

You knew the answer to that question before you even stood up and made your way towards Yoongi and the girl at the bar, your friend's cheer blurring into the background as you approached.

With a steadying breath, you pressed yourself against the bar’s counter, your eyes glancing at Yoongi whose back was facing you. Your voice carried through the sea of noise that inhabited the bar as you addressed the bartender, “hi, could I get a shot of tequila? Chilled. Thank you.”

Your eyes sneakily glanced over to see Yoongi’s head tilt to the side subtly, as if he was trying to catch your voice before he turned his head to glance over his shoulder. At the sight of you, Yoongi’s bright eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, before he quickly steeled his expression to one of amusement and cockiness. You knew it was all a front, however, and cocked your head to the side with a small closed-lipped smile as you awaited for Yoongi to speak.

“_____, didn’t expect to see you here,” his smooth sultry voice floated over to you like an inviting cloud, threatening to consume your every sense if you let it.

“I could say the same to you. Friend of yours?” You nodded your head to the girl standing behind him, she eyed you haughtily but didn’t say anything. You did your best to keep both your expression and voice passive, letting the edges of your lips curl up in a mocking smirk.

Yoongi quickly glanced behind him before chuckling softly and moving aside to give the girl more room in the conversation, “yeah, I guess. She’s in our 1:30 lecture actually.”

You give the girl a simple small smile of acknowledgment before your eyes drifted to the shot the bartender had just delivered on a crisp napkin. As you lifted the acidic shot to your lips you heard Yoongi’s voice once again wash over you, “so… what’re you doing here?”

You shrugged and gestured to your table after swallowing the shot, “with Jimin and Jungkook. Just came out for some fun.”

“And are you having fun?”

“Mmh, not the kind of fun I want to be having.”

“What kind of ‘fun’ would that be?” Yoongi asked you, his head tilting slightly to the side as his eyes watched you, flaring with intrigue.

You shrugged, “the kind where my clothes are on your bedroom floor.” your voice was low and tempting as you responded, keeping your eyes hooded ad you looked up at Yoongi.

Were you flirting with Yoongi unabashedly in front of another girl? Yes. Was it wrong? Well, that all depended on the way you viewed the situation. You knew this girl had seen you and Yoongi a handful of times together outside of class. Hell, almost all your friends figured you were dating. She must have known that Yoongi was messing around with you so you assumed it was all fair game if she also decided to talk to Yoongi while knowing all of this.

You observed the way Yoongi’s eyes seemingly darkened in the already dim club, the look on his face was one of desire- a look of his you were familiar with. His eyes ran over you, caressing the curves of your body with his gaze. Before he could respond, however, the girl behind him roughly tapped his shoulder as a look of envy flashed over her face.

“Hello? Should I just leave?” she asked, a scowl covering her glossed lips as her eyes darted between you and Yoongi.

You smirked but refrained from saying anything, leaving Yoongi to split his attention between you and the girl. Fortunately, it didn’t seem to take the basketball player long to decide as he turned to face the girl and gave her an apologetic smile, “if you wouldn’t mind.”

A scandalized expression of offense flashed over the girl’s face that took all the strength within you not to laugh at. You weren’t expecting such a blunt response from Yoongi and it was clear she didn’t either as she narrowed her eyes at him before marching away into the dark club. You figured that was one less thing you had to worry about and quickly let yourself relax, your body releasing some of the tension it had been carrying.

“Whoa, don’t tell me you were just acting before?” You heard Yoongi’s voice chide you as a reluctant smile pulled at your lips.

“Calm down you’re not that special.”

“Is that why you stomped over here and passively told that girl to get the fuck away?”

That earned a laugh out of you, “I did not stomp, thank you.”

“Sure you didn’t.” Yoongi shook his head at you before glancing around the club, his narrow eyes scanning the venue slowly before a somewhat haggard sigh slipped from his lips. “Seriously, _____. Why’d you come over here?”

Your smile fell as you turned around to look at the club as well, the flashing lights were both hypnotic and distracting as you tried to piece together your scattered thoughts. There were a lot of different ways you could’ve answered that question, but all you really wanted to do was just be honest for once. You and Yoongi had been running circles around each other for a while now and while the chase was fun, there was always a sense of yearning that ebbed underneath the surface of your playful relationship. You were tired of having to fight against your emotions- convincing yourself that Yoongi only wanted a casual relationship and that you were content with that thought.

If you wanted this to work you had to be honest about your feelings and that all started with the steadying breath you took before finally answering Yoongi’s question, your voice tinted with a rare edge of vulnerability. “I missed you.”

Yoongi looked taken aback by your words, one of his eyebrows raising as he tilted his head at you, an incredulous crossing over his face. “You missed me? _____, what does that mean?”

“I-I missed you, Yoongi. Whenever you’re not around I’m always yearning for your presence.”

“Are you sure it's not a good fuck that you’re yearning for?”

The slight cut in Yoongi’s words shocked you but you did your best to remain calm, understanding why he’d be so apprehensive towards your confession after turning him down in the past. “I know we agreed to a casual relationship, Yoongi, but… when I saw you with that girl I… I got upset. And scared. Scared you’d leave me for a real relationship. For the relationship you tried to have with me but I was too stubborn to give us a chance.”

That seemed to make Yoongi pause, his once-guarded expression morphing into one of subdued shock as his brown eyes gazed into yours, his lips pulling into a tight line. A thick quiet settled between you as your confession hung tentatively in the air. Part of you wanted to reach out and take your confession back as unease crept into your skin, gnawing at your nerves. But the other part of you knew that the two of you needed this. You couldn’t keep this relationship if you weren’t willing to be honest with both yourself and Yoongi.

After another second of silence passed the sound of Yoongi’s voice finally reached your ears, “I knew you liked me.”

Looking up greeted you with the sight of the athlete with his signature smirk, the edges of his lips lifting in a teasing manner as his eyes glinted playfully at you from under the glossy lights of the club.

You shoved Yoongi’s shoulder as a certain relief flooded your senses, “you ass! You had me worried!”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, his lips still curled, “did you really think I was going to reject you?”

“I mean maybe! I did reject you plenty of times whenever you asked me out. I just figured you’d eventually get tired of me and give up.” You responded honestly, slight embarrassment etched into your skin as you spoke.

Yoongi, however, seemed amused by your words. He chuckled softly but the sound was covered by the large speakers in the club. He moved closer to you, his lips leaning close to the side of your face as his voice whispered to you, “give up? _____, I'm obsessed with you.”

“Then why were you talking to that girl?” you retorted, your eyes narrowing as you remember the way she touched Yoongi.

“I was literally just talking to her.” Yoongi chuckled, seemingly amused by the hint of jealousy torching your words, “and maybe trying to take my mind off of you since initially I was going to ask you to come with me when I visited you at the library.”

You quirked an eyebrow, “really?”

The man nodded, a somewhat vulnerable look flashing over his eyes as his lips pulled into a shallow frown, “yeah… when I tried to bring it up I choked. I wasn’t sure if you’d agree and I didn’t want to keep pushing you to go out with me so…”

You smiled. A giddy smile that was etched onto your lips. You hadn’t lost him yet. Before Yoongi could continue his ramblings your hands lifted up to grab the collar of his shirt and bring him close to you, your bodies pressing flush against each other as your lips hovered over his.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize how much I need you. Not as a fuck buddy but as more,” you whispered, and despite the club being full of people, your focus was solely on Yoongi and the feeling of his soft breath fanning across your lips.

Yoongi smiled, his pouty lips stretching into a full-fledged grin. Your eyes absorbed the image and stored it away in your head before you finally pressed your lips against his, your mouths slotted perfectly against one another- pushing and pulling in tandem.

It felt right.

You felt Yoongi’s hands snake around you, his grip pressing into the fabric of your dress as the heat from his hands seeped through your clothes and into your skin.

“_____, I know we just did the whole confession thing and shit but I really wanna fuck you right now,” Yoongi whispered hotly in your ear, a low groan accompanying his words when he felt your hand slide down his body to palm his dick through his pants.

“No one’s stopping you,” you mumbled against his lips, your own body thrumming with need.

As if you said the magic words, Yoongi quickly pulled away to grab your hand before you both left the bar, searching for a place to act on your desires.

You ended up finding yourself in the blocked-off VIP section that was a bit removed from the main club. Looking around it seemed like they were still renovating the place with wall coverings strapped to the ceiling and scattered furniture not yet set up.

“Are we allowed to be here?” you asked, your voice skeptical but your lips curling up in an amused smirk as your eyes looked over at Yoongi who had already made himself comfortable on a covered couch that lay abandoned in the room.

“Who cares? The only thing I’m focused on right now is what’s between your thighs.”

You felt your core clench at his words, aching- yearning for Yoongi to fulfill his promise of giving you the attention you’ve been feigning for. With a tempting tilt of your head, you made your way over to Yoongi, allowing him plenty of time to see the way your dress hugged your body, accentuating your curves and pulling at his heart that thumped faster with every step you took before you found yourself standing between his open legs.

“This seat’s not taken,” Yoongi said with a smirk as his hands stroked his thighs.

You rolled your eyes, “corny,” you mumbled before sliding onto his lap, your dress rising while Yoongi’s hands immediately went to cup your ass, squeezing at the soft muscle.

You were not in the mood for foreplay today and with the VIP section not being completely blocked off from the main room, you both knew that you could be caught at any time if you weren’t quick enough. So when your hands flew to unbutton Yoongi’s jeans he didn’t tease you for your impatience like he normally would- shit he was just as impatient, maybe even more once he felt your hand grasp around him, pulling out his throbbing cock that glistened with precum.

You sent him a quirked eyebrow and a knowing smirk at how excited he already was for you but remained quiet. A thick silence settled between you two, the only sounds passing out of either of your mouths were your mingled breaths as your thumb slid over his tip, letting the precum cover the pad of your fingertip. You brought your thumb up to your lip before letting your tongue poke out to swipe away the fluid, tasting Yoongi on your tongue.

A low groan fell from Yoongi’s lips as he watched you. He could not put up with your teasing right now and so he quickly slipped his hands under your ass before flipping your positions. You found yourself looking up at Yoongi who hovered over you with pure unbridled hunger lingering in his eyes.

“Fuck me, Yoongi…” you said softly, your voice breaking the silence between you.

Yoongi didn’t need further prodding before his hands shifted to your thighs, grasping onto them and pulling you flush against his body before his hands slipped to your core, hooking a finger on the side of your underwear and moving it to the side. He aligned himself with you, making sure you could feel his tip press against you.

The feeling of Yoongi’s hardened dick rubbing against you sent a soft moan through your lips, your eyes fluttering closed as you prepared yourself for the sensations that would soon envelop you.

Yoongi watched as your eyes closed before flicking down to your center, his eyes greedily took in the way his dick pressed against your warm entrance, he took a sharp breath to control himself before he slowly pushed into you. He watched the way you took him in, your tightness almost making him come as he managed to hold on and let you adjust to his length.

“Ready?” he huffed, the sight of you below him already taking him to the edge.

Before you could respond, however, Yoongi was already moving against you, his dick plowing into you as he quickly set a fast pace. Your less-than-private room forced Yoongi to have to try to get you there in a speedy time and so he fucked you hard and fast.

His hands gripped your thighs, his nails sinking into the soft skin while his dick ran against you, stroking your walls with every thrust and pulling out low and desperate moans from your lips. Your hands reached out for anything they could cling to, needing something to hold onto before you lost yourself in the man pushing and pulling against you.

Yoongi couldn’t do anything except watch you- watch the way your body squirmed and writhed underneath him. To feel you- feel the way you clenched around him, taking in more of his cock that was slicked with your wetness. To listen to you- letting the sounds of your moans spur him forward as he kept his quick pace, wanting to see the mounting pressure build between your thighs.

One of his hands left your thigh to grasp your breast that was spilling out from your dress with the way your body rocked against the couch beneath you. His warm fingers cupped and squeezed you, his fingers finding your brown nipple and toying with it which drawled out another shuddering moan from your lips. Minutes flew by with Yoongi moving against you, his dick drilling into you while you moaned from beneath him.

With how fast he was moving, it didn’t take long for you to feel your body begin to tense up, the feeling of your climax approaching making your hips buck up to meet Yoongi’s.

“Y-Yoongi…” you moaned loudly, the sound of the music from the club muffling your cries of pleasure.

“Come for me, _____. Give me the feeling of you clenched around me, taking me in as I fuck into you.” Yoongi’s voice was like a command, his tone low and stern.

You couldn’t do anything but adhere to his words as you felt your body begin to give in to the overwhelming sensations that coursed through your body, tightening every muscle within you before being broken down with every tremble that cascaded over you.

Yoongi was quick to follow after you, his own orgasm being brought on after seeing the pleasure that racked through you. He didn’t have a condom on him since he wasn’t planning on sleeping with anyone from the club if it wasn’t you but he knew you were on birth control pills since you mentioned it to him the last time you fucked.

So with one steady thrust, Yooni felt himself spill into you, the warmth of his seed filling you up as you milked him for everything he had. You watched as his head tilted back and eyes squeezed shut while a guttural moan slipped from his lips.

Yoongi’s chest heaved as he began to come down from his high, your breathing also started to become less erratic after your own orgasm. As you both started to come back to reality you stood up, your hands flying over your dress to try to look as presentable as you did before you came in.

“_____, you know you’re not fooling anyone right?” you heard Yoongi chuckle beside you, his voice a bit hoarse.

“Fuck you. You sweated out my hair,” you huffed, turning to face the basketball player with a mock glare as you crossed your arms.

“I’m sorry. I’ll pay for your hair to get done next time, alright?” he offered, his head tilting slightly as a small smirk crossed over his lips.

You rolled your eyes but acquiesced to his suggestion, “is that a perk of dating you?”

“That and many more.” Yoongi quipped back as he took a step closer to you, his hands finding a place on your hips.

You smiled as you let your own hands loosely hang from his shoulders, pulling him closer to you, “lucky me.”

“You might even be luckier if you leave this club with me tonight,” Yoongi’s hold on you tightened, telling you that you didn’t have much of a choice as he wasn’t planning on letting you go now that he’s finally caught you- officially.

You gave him a cheeky smile before you said lightly, “lead the way.”

With a smile and a quick press of his lips against your cheek, Yoongi’s hands slipped from your waist to interlock with your fingers. His grasp was warm and secure as he led the both of you out of the VIP section and through the throng of people, ushering the two of you out of the club and into a new world of possibilities and pleasures.

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