Row AQ

Row AQ

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Yoongi (Suga)

Genre: Fluff / Humor

Prompt: “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.” + Library!AU

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2,955

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All I Ask

Pairing: Gryffindor! Jin x Gryffindor reader

warning: smut

Word count: 2,304

Run down: Jin suggests you practice losing your virginity on him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks you hoping you’ll say yes but not wanting you to be uncomfortable.

“Yes Jin I’m sure, I’ve been wanting this for a long time,” you say looking into his eyes. He then bends down and captures your lips in a kiss that makes your head spin, and gently lowers you down onto the soft, bed.

You had been in love with your best friend Jin since you two first sat next to each other on the train to your first year at Hogwarts. You quickly became friends and were both excited when you ended up being in Gryffindor, while you had gone and become more studious than your friend, Jin quickly grew in the Quidditch ranks becoming the youngest captain in history in his third year. However, you weren’t surprised he was always very liked by students and had a natural charm that attracted many to him. This also meant that he was always the attention of girls too, his Adonis looks just ended up further attracting them. You would just silently watch from the sidelines as he would go out with one after another. Your friendship had never weakened though, you two were an anomaly to students and had to lead them to believe that friendships between men and women were actually possible, but only if you were Kim Seokjin and Y/L/N Y/F/N. None of them knew about the crush you had on him though and how every new girl felt like a stab to your heart.

This is how it had come to this. You and Jin were about to have a one night stand all because you had told him you didn’t want to graduate a virgin and were looking for someone to lose it to.

“Y/n I don’t understand don’t you want to wait until it means something to you,” he asks.

“Jinnie I’m tired of waiting; the right guy doesn’t realize I exist so I’m done waiting” you whine.

“Just who is this right guy, and how come I’ve never heard of him,” he asks offended you would keep something like this from him.

“No one I’m just telling you that I’m tired of waiting for anyone to appear and sweep me off my feet” you try to cover up your mistake.

“Still I don’t think this is a good idea, don’t you want to know a bit about the guy before jumping into bed with him” he tries.

“Have you known every single girl that jumped into your bed” you reply.

“But this about you and not me,” he says exasperated.

“No Jin don’t you dare tell me you are being sexist right now,” you say

“That’s not what I mean” he tries and gets up from the table and walks around frustrated at the conversation. “I just don’t want you to regret it, and I always make sure the girl knows what she’s getting into with me so it’s not the same.”

“Jin I know what I’m getting into, it’s just a one-night stand I’ll be fine,” you say tiredly.

“But Jackson really,” he asks “you could do so much better than that over muscled airhead.”

“JIN how dare you, I’ve never seen you so judgmental of anyone” you bite back.

“Well I’ve never had to before since my best friend hadn’t ever decided she wanted to have sex with anyone” he insisted.

“Jin just last week you complimented Jackson and how great of a guy he was” you sigh.

“Well he’s not good enough for you” he persists.

Exasperated you cry “well then who is, tell me Jin who is good enough for my first time, which will be a one-night stand, and I’ll never talk about it again hmm who is”

“No one is good enough for you” he whispers.

“That’s exactly the problem Jin no one is, maybe I don’t want someone who is good enough, I want to have sex, with someone who knows how”

“Well then what about me” he snaps “I have plenty of experience; isn’t that what criteria is clearly”

“Jin you’re my best friend wouldn’t that be weird for you”

“Not if it’s you, besides if you remember I was your first kiss, it wasn’t awkward then practicing why would it be awkward now” he insists. Your heart leaps at the memory of your first kiss with Jin, and truthfully you did want him to be your first and if was the only way you got him then this was enough.

“Ok let’s practice then Jin”

The two of you finally decide on the day this would happen and where. So this is why you are currently two weeks away from graduating and in Jin’s dorm under him.

“You won’t regret this right,” he asks breaking away from the kiss to look you into the eyes.

“Yes Jin I’m sure, now shut up and fuck me,” you say. He doesn’t need to be told twice and leans down and kisses you again. His long slim fingers gently hold your face and one moves down to your hip, as still waiting for permission just stays there. You move your hands to his back grab onto his shirt, pushing him further on top of you. He takes this as your permission and glides his hand underneath your shirt and slowly up your abdomen. His rough calloused hands from all that Quidditch practice on your soft stomach has you moaning at the sensation. Your moan has him breaking the kiss and moving his plump lips to your neck, sucking softly then intensifying the actions. You moan more and arch your back pushing your body up into his. His fingers finally seem to find your breasts and palms your breasts through the material of your bra.

“Jin more” you moan “please more.”

“You sound so pretty moaning and begging for me princess,” Jin says and stops to take your shirt off. Immediately you feel a bit self-conscious and try to cover yourself up, but Jin grabs your hands and pins them on either side of you. “You’ve always been the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen Y/n” before you have time to dwell on that statement he takes off your bra and puts his mouth on your right breast slowly and agonizingly sucking on it while his hand plays with the other.

“Ah Jin that feels so good” you cry.

He slowly starts kissing down your torso before grabbing your legs and starting with the right leg kisses your calf then moving the kisses down your thigh repeats the action with your left leg until he reaches your covered sex once more and places a kiss on it. The sensation of him there is something you’ll never forget. He picks up his head to kiss your lips once more as he takes off your skirt and panties and using one hand to stimulate your clit while the other is on your breast teasing your nipple. You arch your back into him as the new sensation causes you to moan into his kisses. He moves his lips once again to your neck finding your sweet spot and you feel you could orgasm just from this position.

“Jin take off your clothes please” you beg. Complying to your request he takes off his shirt then pants and boxer briefs. You take him in, in all his naked glory and fall a little more in love. It’s as if Michelangelo had used him as his model for David, if only he really under exaggerated the size of his cock.

Worried you say “Jin can that really fit in me”

He chuckles and says “yes it can, but don’t worry I’ll try to be as gentle as possible, it will still hurt though are you ok with that?” You nod and he kisses you once again. You had thought that his hands on you were an amazing sensation but that never compared to the feeling of his naked chiseled body on top of yours. Once again he slowly kissed you all over before making his way to your sex. Once he put his mouth there and started his sensual attack all the teasing he had done had made you even more sensitive to his mouth on your sex. He added a finger into you and you felt yourself coming undone.

“Jin I can’t take it” you moan and orgasm. He lets you ride out the orgasm and then proceeds you kiss your lips.

“We can stop here,” he says as he breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes “we don’t have to continue if you don’t want to Y/n.”

“I want more, make me feel more Jin,” you say looking into his eyes. He then slowly kisses you and starts to enter you. The painful sensation makes you grab onto his back. Once he’s fully in he waits for you to adjust to his size and slowly starts his thrusts. As the painful sensation passes the feeling of him inside you brings a new sensation to you. You feel connected in a way you hadn’t imagined and were grateful that he was the one to show you this and not another guy.

“Harder” you moan as his thrust hits your g-spot.

“You sure,” he asks worriedly.

“Yes Jin harder please”

He picks up the pace and thrusts harder and harder into you. The feeling has you coming undone once more.

“Ah Jin I’m close” you cry.

“Ah if you keep clenching around me that way I’ll be close to Y/n” he moans into your ear.

You feel the orgasm once more and clench hard against him causing him to thrust harder and reach his climax too. With a final thrust, he falls on top of you.

“That was amazing Jin, thank you for being my first” you kiss him once more.

He gets up and discard the condom and brings back a warm wet towel to clean you up.

“Let me” you start to say but Jin just pushes your hand away and gently cleans you up and after he’s done cleans up and goes to lie down next to you.

“So what now,” you ask, uncertain of what to do.

“Now we sleep, I don’t know about you but I’m exhausted,” he says as he wraps his arms around you bringing you closer to him and kisses the top of your head. You reason that you will deal with everything in the morning so you start to drift off.

“I love you Y/n” you softly hear, but it must be your imagination you reason.

The next morning you wake up and find yourself alone in bed. I guess this means I should leave you to think. And start to grab your things and getting dressed, just as the door opens and Jin comes in with coffee and muffins.

“Hey you leaving already,” he says looking shocked.

“Well I assume that you probably don’t want me here after last night,” you say putting your shirt back on. He puts the coffee and muffins on his study table and makes his way to you.

“Y/n I need to tell you something” he starts and seeing the worry in his eyes you interrupt.

“Its ok Jin, I know this was a one-time thing, don’t worry about me clinging to you” you rush to go around him and grab a cup and muffin and start towards the door.

“Y/n that’s not what I wanted to say” he quickly gets in front of you and the door. You curse your legs for not being fast enough since now you have to deal with him rejecting you.

“Y/n please look at me” he whispers; you bring your head up to look at him.

“Y/n last night was amazing and something I’ve wanted since I saw you on the train in the fourth year.” He says and you look at him in confusion.

“You wanted to have sex with me since the fourth year?”

“No Y/n” he replies and you feel your hopes shatter. “I’ve wanted to make love to you since the fourth year” you’re confused now.

“You love me?”

“Yes I’ve loved you since the second year, and after last night I don’t want to have things between us be just friends and more I can’t handle it y/n” he grabs your hands and looks into your eyes for your reaction.

“Jin I’ve loved you since I first sat down next to you on the train, but I was always scared you didn’t like me so I never said anything.

“You love me too” he exclaims and picks you up, hugging you.

“Yes” you laugh “I love you too, my slow idiot”

“Hey I’m not slow and I’m not the only one of us that didn’t understand the other was also in love with her” he pouts. Then smiling down at you asks “Y/N my perfect partner will you also be my partner in life and be my girlfriend”

“Ugh that’s so cheesy I expect that from Namjoon, but yes, of course, I’ll be your girlfriend.” You get on your tiptoes and kiss him before he can deepen the kiss you break it and say “We got to get to breakfast I have to tell Jimin that I finally confessed to you”

“Actually I confessed to you first,” he says.

“Eh technicalities” you giggle. He grabs your hand and you start down the hall to the great hall where you are greeted by your friends with an exclamation of “Finally” “You all owe me four butter beers” “Ugh you two couldn’t wait until after graduation, my bet was on that”

“No, we couldn’t Yoongi” you smile looking to Jin who smiles back and leans down to plant a sweet kiss on your lips.

Love Potions

‣ Yoongi (BTS), for my lovely moon anon. I hope this makes your day better!

‣ Type: Fluff, Slytherin!Yoongi, Ravenclaw!Reader AU

‣ Words: 1318

‣ Summary: Yoongi comes in late for Divination, and wasn’t aware today was the day the whole class would be studying amortentia.

“I read a book all about amortentia, and supposedly the effects can be even as extreme as death. If you drink it, the only thing you’ll be able to think of his your obsession with that person,” you said as Kenna picked up her cup, the mother-of-pearl colored liquid swirling around in her cup.

“I mean, at least it smells good though, right?” she laughed, breathing in the scent deeply.

Professor Trelwany had cooked up a giant batch of the love potion that morning, and throughout the whole class period, you were being forced to inhale all of your favorite scents. It wasn’t the worst way to spend an afternoon in divination with your best friend, but the cloud of perfume the love potion was giving off was starting to feel a little choking.

“What does yours smell like?” you asked Kenna, your own cup still sitting on the small table between you two. You’d been catching whiffs of what your amortentia smelled like from the fumes of the other students’ cups, but you were a little frightened to take a giant whiff of your own teacup.

“Um, fresh brewed coffee, for sure,” Kenna said, taking a deep whiff between each scent she named off. “And orange peels… and chocolate bars… and that weird musty smell Jungkook has when he’s just finished a quidditch game right after they’ve cut the grass.”

“You’re disgusting,” you laughed, shaking your head. Kenna giggled and rolled her eyes, promptly glancing over at the corner table her trouble-making boyfriend was sitting, his head propped into his hand as he stared, bored, ahead. The seat across from him, for his amortentia partner, was empty.

“You know, this whole policy Trelawny has with the different houses partnering thing, it’s perfect. I mean, it’s like she made this policy specifically for us.”

“I know you’re just secretly mad you had to settle for me because you and Jungkook are both Gryffindors. Don’t lie to yourself.”

Kenna tossed her gold and red tie over her shoulder, a habit she’d had since your first night at Hogwarts, when the tie was aggravating her so bad she tossed it back in anger. Now, she did it subconsciously.

“I am still waiting to hear about what your love potion smells like. I want to know who you’re in love you,” Kenna said, bringing you out of the thoughts you’d slowly slipped into. Kenna liked to pick on you for this habit you were constantly exercising: a typical Ravenclaw, daydreaming her days away.

Grabbing up your cup, you tenderly held it to your nose and took a large inhale. Suddenly, your senses were flooded with an onslaught of all your favorite smells, group together in a whole mass of sweetness. A smile appeared on your face. “It smells like baking cookies, and rose petals, and…”

You were just about to say who it smelled like, because you knew. You knew it smelled like Min Yoongi, the Slytherin you’d been in love with since first year. Kenna was awaiting your answer eagerly, a gleam in her eyes because she knew it too. Before the words could tumble from your mouth, the door to the divination classroom was slung open, and in strode in Yoongi. 

His blonde hair was just slightly damp, as if he’d just come out of the shower. His green and sliver tie was loose around his neck: a wardrobe violation during classes. He wasn’t carrying a bag with school supplies, instead he strode confidently over to the table where Jungkook was seated, clapped their hands together, and sat back confidently, as if he was twenty minutes early for class instead of twenty minutes late.

“Gawd, Y/N,” he called out to you suddenly, his confidence making his voice came out arrogant and snappy. “Did you dump the whole perfume bottle on you today?”

Kenna’s eyes widened, her mouth forming a humored “O”. The whole class turned to Yoongi, and Jungkook barked out a laugh. He glanced over at his friend and smirked. “You’re such a dumbass.”

“Trelawny made an amortentia potion for the class this morning,” Kenna said as she turned around, and you could tell the highlight of her morning was being the person who broke the news to Yoongi. “It’s supposed to smell different for everyone. It smells like the person you’re in love with, typically.”

“Yeah, mine smells like the almond soap Kenna uses,” Jungkook smirked, nudging Yoongi’s arm with his. Kenna smiled sheepishly, but the only person you could focus on was Yoongi.

His creamy complexion made any sort of blush stand out prominently on his face, so the deep crimson color that started from his neck and worked its way up to the tips of his ears could be seen by everyone in the class.

You glanced down at your lap, your fingers hooking and unhooking themselves in embarrassment. Trelawny was in deep lecture at the front of the classroom, explaining the details of the paper you and your partner were supposed to have turned in by the end of the week on amortintia. All you could hear, however, was the deep snickers and whispers circling the room. You knew everyone was talking about the scene Yoongi had just caused, and that meant everyone was talking about you, too, much to your horror. In a way, you were explicitly angry with Yoongi for professing his love for you in such a dramatic, unintentional manor.

When they class was over, you tenderly picked up your things, making sure that everyone was out of the class before you headed for the door. You wanted to make sure no one stared as you exited. Kenna had stood up and marched out with Jungkook as soon as Trelawny called class over; they both had Defense Against the Dark Arts next, and bid you a farewell with a promise to see you at lunch.

You walked away from the classroom, and almost didn’t notice Yoongi standing outside casually, leaning against the wall. One foot was propped against the bricks, his arms crossed. It would have been so fitting to the scene, you thought, for him to be smoking a cigarette.

“Hi,” he said, barely glancing over at you and rubbing the skin of the back of his neck.

“Hi,” you squeaked back, not really in interested in having a conversation with him. He’d embarrassed you a lot that day, along with himself, and the two of you would be the topic of choice in the common rooms that week, you could just feel it. Not to mention, a Ravenclaws and Slytherins typically didn’t enjoy each other’s company much, and you weren’t one to warrant gossip.

“I’m sorry about all that back there,” Yoongi said, his strides matching yours as you headed away from the tower. You had only a short time to get to Potions: the divination tower was such a far walk from the dungeons.

“It’s fine,” you said dismissively, trying to pick up your pace.

“Y/N,” Yoongi said, grabbing your arm gently, a lot gentler than you would have expected for his threatening personality, and turned you to face him. “I just… I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I feel awful. I… I didn’t know amortintia was supposed to… was supposed to smell like, well, you know,” he choked all over his words, and you couldn’t help but smirk slightly at him. Here, in front of you, was the confident and collected Min Yoongi coming apart at the seams.

“It really is fine, Yoongi,” you replied, wanting him groveling before you for as long as possible. You gently took his hand from around your wrist and threaded your fingers together instead. “Wanna know why?”

“W..why?” he croaked, his eyes not leaving the sight of your fingers inside his. Your smile softened as you spoke.

“Because, my amortintia smelled like you,” you whispered, and finally, his eyes met yours.

- Admin PeachJin 🍑

saying your names, richard siken

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pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: comedy, slight angst, fluff type: enemies to lovers + police au word count: 10,542 words warnings: a bunch of sexual innuendos author’s note: happy birthday to my mean ho, pablo, fellow yoongi appreciator, and the bestest friend in the entire universe @zephyoongist​ (i have a longer note for you at the bottom!)

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Lieutenant Min Yoongi had stationed himself at his desk for three hours already, starting from when he came in at six a.m. sharp, and practically inhaled the coffee he had bought from the quaint hole in the wall cafe near his apartment. Despite already downing the largest cup he could order from the shop, he no longer felt the effects of the extra shots of expresso and was forced to drink the watered-down version offered at his workplace. With more caffeine than actual rivulets of carmine running through his veins, Yoongi practically fuels his sleep deprived body with lethal doses of the stale and caustic coffee provided at the Bangtan Police Station.

The crisp sheets of paper from the latest case file he is examining are spread out across his desk in somewhat of a disarray, the original order he had put it in four hours ago now long gone, as he continuously rifles around for certain tidbits of information that can piece the solution together. Picking up what is now his third cup of coffee, he mumbles a variation of curses under his breath when he sees that he had been using the case’s manila folder as a coaster, glaring disdainfully at the blatant brown ring staining the front of the file. He is beginning to lose feeling in his backside, and his mind toys with the thought of taking a nap in one of the cots set up in the backroom. Yet, he cannot take his eyes away from the evidence laid out in front of him; the solution is right there—he can feel it beneath his fingertips as he trails them across the ridged papers and the dark ink.

Three rapid knocks are heard against the glass of his office door, and Yoongi looks up to see Hoseok—his second-in-command sergeant and long-time police partner—enter the room, nervously biting his lower lip. A deeper crease forms between his furrowed eyebrows as Yoongi takes one glance at the worried and tense expression adorning Hoseok’s ordinarily cheery face. He finally speaks up, his voice cracking slightly from disuse. “What is it, Hoseok?”

“Organized Crime sent their sergeant here to work on that case with you.” Hoseok gestures towards the opened file. “Apparently, it’s connected to a string of gang induced murders they’ve been tracking, and—”

“Oh, fuck, no.” Yoongi interrupts, rubbing his temples as he closes his eyes. “Please don’t tell me it’s—”

“Guess I’m stuck with you again. I’d say it’s a pleasure to work with you again, but it really isn’t, so let’s just cut the crap and get straight to it, pretty boy.”

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