Eventful Commute

eventful commute

Pick Your Poison Event week 1: businessman!Ryomen Sukuna x intern!fem!reader

↝ genre: smut, modern au

↝ word count: 3.5k

↝ warnings: ⚠️ nsfw!! , public sex, superior/subordinate relationship, age gap (y/n.20, Sukuna.40), accidental groping, coaxing, slight (?) perv!Sukuna, dubcon, clit stim, slight degradation, fingering, subtle size kink, vaginal penetration, creampie

↝ summary: You happen to run into your boss on the crowded subway, the same man who you happen to be a little too fond of. Small talk ensues until the train stops short, causing your superior to accidentally touch you somewhere he shouldn’t have. Despite your flustered state, you can’t help but grow a little needy from the contact. Tension quickly builds and you eventually get to experience a fantasy you’ve been dreaming about.

↝ notes: idk how possible it is that you’d actually get away with any of this in such a congested atmosphere, but it’s fantasy, so let us pretend, shall we

It was too damn early to be on a train this crowded. There were barely any seats left as you and everyone else piles on, leaving you no choice but to stand right in front of the doors. Irritably, you sigh, keeping your eyes on the windows as your commute begins. The ride would unfortunately be a long one. This new internship of yours wasn’t very close to home, but it was paid, so you’d endure the lengthy ride. You’ve been working for this corporation for a few weeks now, but the distance between your apartment and your workplace would never be something you’d get used to. 

Work was bearable at least. Not necessarily because of what you did— simple errands and paperwork, usually— but rather because of the people you worked with. Over the little time working there, you made a friend or two with the employees. You also found yourself gravitating towards your boss, though those feelings were anything but platonic. The two of you didn’t interact much, there wasn’t really any reason for you to. Whatever little interactions you have had, however, were enough to keep him in your thoughts.

It wasn’t often that he’d come into the office where you were specifically, but you’d see him frequently in passing. He was attractive, more than you would’ve liked him to be. It was wrong of you to view him as being something of a “sexy superior,” but everything about him had you swooning. He was much older than you, yet that only made you want him more. Something about the way he carried himself, so prideful and confident, had your heart speeding every time you saw him. 

This boss of yours radiated a sexual energy you couldn’t seem to ignore. His sharp eyes and charming smile, the way his muscles would peak through his suit, god and his hands. The thoughts that’d flood your mind whenever he’d hand you papers were anything but modest. To say the least, he’d fluster you without even trying. There were a couple times you thought you saw him looking at you, in an almost admirable way, but you figured your eyes were playing tricks on you. Not that it’d be a problem if he was in fact staring, if anything, you wanted him to be. Unfortunately, it’d be too risky to act on whatever the hell you felt, so you’d avoid acting on it. 

All these thoughts were distracting you from the boring ride to your job, that was until the sound of your name being called out brought you back to. You turn around to find the source of the sound, and are greeted by none other than the one person you had been thinking about the entire time; Ryomen Sukuna, your notable superior.

“S-Sir, good morning.” you chuckle nervously, “I-I didn’t think you took the subway.”

He laughs, the delightful sound reverberating around you despite the minor noisy chatter. “I decided to take the long route today. I’ve got a meeting I’d rather not attend early.”

The subtle smirk on his face contradicted the seriousness of his statement. You knew he wasn’t too fond of meetings, he’d complain about them constantly. He was lucky he was of such high status, or else his late arrival would be something that’d hinder him. 

You nod, giggling. “I see. W-well it’s a nice coincidence to run into you… B-because I take this route everyday, a-and it’s quite boring not having anyone to talk to…”

He gives you a slow, attentive up-down glance, that charming smile remaining prominent in his expression. “Glad I can be here to entertain you then.”

The two of you fall silent, but are soon speaking again when you remember you had something to show him. There were some files you needed his permission on to fax, deciding to use the time you had now to ask him about them. You turn back around towards the doors to grab your bag from the ground, sifting through it to find the paperwork. As soon as you find them and straighten out your posture, the train makes its first stop, startling you. The man who you had been speaking to moments ago was suddenly flush against your backside, his palm lightly groping your ass. 

Your face heats up and your heart begins to beat rapidly. His arm securely wraps around your waist, pulling you closer as people begin to flood out of the subway.

“Sorry darling,” he whispers in your ear, the hand on your rear moving to your waist to keep you close to him. “Don’t want you getting trampled.”

A minute or two passes and the doors eventually shut. Sukuna releases his hold on you, quietly apologizing again for the suddenness of his actions. Too flustered to think straight, you put your papers back in your bag, keeping your back towards your boss. While he might’ve purposely held you against his body, grabbing your ass was certainly not intentional. 

You could feel his presence behind you, he was much closer than he should’ve been. Your heartbeat never steadied and your face was still flushed, when you felt his breath tickle the shell of your ear.

“Forgive my behavior y/n, I promise I didn’t mean to grab you like that.” His voice was deep in your ear, admittedly giving you butterflies.

“I-it’s alright…” you murmur, trying not to lose your composure.

In all honesty, you’ve been dreaming of the day he’d touch you like that, though this wasn’t really the way you imagined it would play out. It was suspicious that you were no longer looking at him or continuing your previous conversation, but he wasn’t dumb. He must’ve been able to tell he flustered you, because he remained directly behind you, close enough to smell your perfume.

“You know,” he began, a sudden sultry tone to his low voice. “Had we been anywhere else, I would’ve at least asked to do it.” 

“T-that’d be very u-unprofessional Sir…” you rebuttal, nearly losing your mind at the mere thought of him groping you any firmer than he did.

He chuckles deeply, that familiar sound doing you in. “Ah,  but you want it, do you not?”

Your eyes widen, mostly because he seemed to have found you out much quicker than you would’ve liked him to. Were you really that obvious? All those stolen glances and lingering stares whenever you’d see him in the building. Did your eyes really give you away that much?

Your glare remains glued to the windows, your chest rising and falling faster than normal. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…” 

His hands unexpectedly find your waist, his voice somehow dropping to another octave.

“I see the way you look at me sweetheart. It’s flattering, to say the least. Makes me wonder what’s going through that pretty head of yours…”

You shudder, embarrassingly feeling aroused by his callout. If he actually knew the things that bounced around in your head whenever you saw him, you’d most definitely be reprimanded. Why did he even feel the need to bring it up? Was the feeling mutual? No, it couldn’t have been. He was just trying to get you to react, presumably. Unfortunately for you, you had fallen victim to that trap. His hands were still holding onto you, every breath he took being close enough to your skin to give you chills. 

You chew your lip, attempting to find the right words to say. “S-sir I…”

“I’m correct, aren’t I?” 

His tone was very matter-of-a-fact, as if he knew he was right. He was, but admitting that to him would do nothing but humiliate you. Your head was spinning, thoughts scrambled as you struggle to form proper sentences. Why did this have to be happening now? Having his hands on you was enough to make you wet, which wasn’t really ideal knowing you were on your way to work. Perhaps he was doing it on purpose, fully aware of the affect he had on you. He wasn’t letting up either, gripping you a little tighter and making you squeeze your thighs together.

“Enlighten me y/n, do older men do it for you? Hm? Because I can hear how heavily you’re breathing, and I have an inkling that you might just be enjoying this.”

It took everything in you not to whimper in response. He was driving you crazy, that almost erotic note to his voice making your sex throb. It was sinful, the way your imagination was running wild right now. You muster up the courage to speak, the blush on your cheeks not lightening up in the slightest.

“O-only you Sir… Only you make me this nervous…”

He groans with satisfaction, the sound giving you goosebumps.

“Is that right? So if I were to,” his hands slip under your blouse slightly, the warmth of his palms now resting against your waist. “Continue touching you like this… Would you like that?”

You gasp lightly, immediately nodding your head and mumbling a shaky “yes Sir.” Impulsively, he kisses your neck, smirking close to your skin. For a moment, you nearly forgot where you were. To say you were nervous would be an understatement. There were tons of people on the subway with you, any one of them susceptible to seeing this affair. It would’ve been smart to stop him, to tell him not to grab at your skin and bruise your neck. If only it were that easy. His tongue would lick up your neck, that alone being enough to make you hold back a moan. He knew exactly what he was doing, pulling your ass back against the growing tent in his pants as he left hickies on you, just to get you riled up. 

Your eyes flutter shut, heart drumming aggressively in your chest while you let him feel you up. Whatever his goal was, you were certain he’d achieve it. You practically turn to putty under his touch and all he was doing was rubbing at your sides and kissing your neck. Maybe you were so whipped because you had a crush on this man, his touch felt intoxicating. You would’ve loved to turn around and have him force his tongue down your throat, but you knew that’d be a bad idea, knowing your environment. Not that what was currently happening was any better than that.

Distracted by his lips, you barely notice one of his hands sneaking into your skirt. Without thinking, you moan out his name when you feel his fingers press against your clothed clit. His reflexes were quicker than you expected though, his palm quickly clamping over your mouth to prevent the noise from fully coming out. A few heads turned in your direction, Sukuna, then being smart enough to play it off like it was nothing. 

“She’s feeling a bit ill. Motion sickness.” he chuckles, getting the strangers on the train to disregard you both.

“Gotta be quiet, doll. Wouldn’t want to bring any more attention to us.” he teased in a hushed tone, increasing the pressure of his fingers.

You buck your hips, whining behind his hand. It felt so good, the way he’d circle your hard nub through the fabric. You were drenched by now, it was guaranteed. Sukuna could feel the wet patch on your panties, too, wasting no time pushing them to the side to toy with your bare clit. He glides his fingers up and down your folds, scooping up the juices that drip from you. Sukuna buries his face in the crook of your neck with a pleased groan, beginning to tease your drooling cunt. You tried not to squirm too much, not wanting to make it too obvious what was happening god forbid someone else looked in your direction. His finger dips into your hole with ease, another one immediately following it and making you moan.

“Shh baby, can’t have everyone here hearing those slutty sounds.” He starts to pump his fingers, agonizingly slow. “They’re only for my ears.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, which now rests on his shoulder. Sukuna’s thick digits felt so much better than your own fingers ever did. You’ve fantasized about this exact situation— maybe not in this setting, but definitely the action of him fingerfucking you till your brain goes numb. His pace began to increase, your sweet spot getting hit every time his fingers would go back in. How he was managing to get them so deep was beyond you, he was clearly experienced. Your legs would close around his hand but your efforts to stop him were proven useless. It’s not that you wanted him to stop, you just knew this wasn’t the place for him to continue. But he would, and you’d let him. 

You’d keep rutting against his hand, wanting more, needing it. If you were able, you’d probably be begging for him. He had to have wanted to hear you do it, though unfortunately you couldn’t. His large hand was secured over your mouth, muffling whatever little noises you’d let out. Part of you wished this was happening anywhere but here, so you’d have the freedom to be as loud as you wanted. At the same time though, something about this location had you on an adrenaline high. The amount of people around you, the possibility of getting caught, not knowing how much time you’d have left to fool around— every factor had your climax nearing.

Sukuna curls his fingers in your warmth, lightly grinding against your ass so you can feel how hard he’s gotten. You clench around his digits, whimpering more than you had been. The older man bites back a moan, starting to slow his fingers.

“Getting close, pretty girl?” he coos, “How about I give you something a little bigger then?”

The hand he had over your mouth moves to your throat, holding you in place as he begins toying with your clit. Your mouth hangs open in a silent moan, the strength of his grip nearly preventing you from making a sound.

“Gotta promise to be quiet for me, though. Tell me you’ll be good.” he purrs in your ear. 

He releases his hold slightly, letting you speak. “I-I’ll be good Sir. I-I promise.” you manage, your legs trembling from how close you were to finishing.

Sukuna kisses your cheek, quickly pulling his hand out of your panties and leaving you standing there feeling empty. As badly as he wanted to taste you on fingers, he wipes them clean on your thigh instead, figuring it’d be too obvious to lick them clean the way he prefered to. Subtly, he moves you closer to the doors, giving you something to “hold onto.” His hand runs up your back, bending you forward just a bit for you to be in proper position, but not enough for anyone to notice. Luckily for you, everyone else was too caught up in their own little worlds to pay you any mind. Thank god.

You hear Sukuna unzip his slacks, feeling his hands run across your ass to hike up your skirt just enough to give him access. He positions himself so no one can see him free his cock, quickly tugging your panties out of his way to line up at your entrance. He spits on his length, nudging your cunt with his swollen tip. It pushes past your slit, barely fitting in. You whimper but he’s quick to silence you, bringing a hand back to your mouth.

“Ah ah, you said you’d be quiet, remember?” he muttered, still forcing his shaft into your tight hole.

He bites his lip, only getting half way in before pulling out. His cock prods at your cunt again, your body accepting him a little easier the second time. He manages to fill you up, breathing heavily behind you while you attempt not to cream around his length. With the way he stretched you, you swore he’d split you open. In spite of the slight pain, though, you couldn’t stop convulsing around him.

“Fuck you’re tight.” he grunts, rocking his hips steadily and choking back his moans.

The pain you initially felt at first, soon faded. He was so deep inside you, the feeling being indescribable. It was so fucking hard not to cry out for him, to moan out his name like a slut because of how much you loved the feeling of his cock. He didn’t maintain that bearable pace for long, eventually speeding up, as much as he could in a place like this. Sukuna bit his lip, not wanting to let out any of his pleasured sounds that you so desperately wanted to hear. The way you were sucking him in had him bucking his hips hard enough for him to hit that sensitive spot deep inside you with every thrust. 

This was everything you could’ve wanted. From the moment you laid your eyes on him, you yearned to have him pin you down and fuck you silly. He might not have said it out right, but he very obviously wanted this just as much as you did. It made you wonder if he ever thought about you outside of work, the way you did with him. You pondered the thought of him sitting at home stroking his cock to the thought of you. You feel your cunt tighten around him at your own lewd thoughts, in addition to having him pound into you. Sukuna accidentally moans, coughing to cover it up but also not giving a shit if anybody heard him. 

“Tryna get us caught, slut?” he growled, placing both his hands at your waist to fuck you harder. “Dammit you feel good.”

You suffocate your own moans, covering your mouth, though it wasn’t as effective as it was when he was doing it. He was moving more relentlessly, working towards that orgasm you both longed for. You really hoped no one could see the way you had your face pressed against the train’s door, seeing the way you stand there flushed and seemingly helpless as your boss treats you like an object. Sukuna was just as flustered, cheeks burning and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he gets drunk off your pussy, which was taking him in hungrily. It was becoming difficult to keep yourself standing, your entire body growing weak as that band in your stomach gets thinner.

“Hurry and cum, I can tell you’re close.” he huffs lowly, squeezing your ass just to provoke you.

You mewl behind your palm, your eyes glossing over and legs nearly giving out on you. Between his impossible-to-break-out-of grasp, and the sound of his voice, you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your orgasm pulses through your body, an intense shock that you’ve never felt in your life washing over you. You sob into your hand, his larger hand covering it to ensure your moans couldn’t be heard. His arm hooks around your waist, holding you up as you quiver in his hold.

Sukuna curses through his teeth, holding you in place as he cums inside you. Your already labored breaths hitch at the feeling, thick ropes of cum painting your walls and making you shiver. He straightens you out, your body shaking as he does so. He stands there inside you until he’s empty, kissing your neck as he pulls out and puts himself away. Weakly, you fix yourself, already feeling his cum pool in your panties. He kept his hands on your hips, just in case you genuinely couldn’t keep yourself upright. 

Sukuna turns you around, finally making eye contact since this started. Little beads of sweat adorn his forehead, his pupils blown out and a shit eating grin plastered on his face. He licks his lips, admiring your worn out expression. Without saying anything, he leans in for a kiss, stealing it from you before you protest. Of course, you kiss him back, resting your hands on his chest as he pulls you close.

“Was it everything you’ve ever dreamed about?” he mumbles against your lips, teasingly.

You smirk, giving yourself away. “It was better.” 

“Of course it was.” He huffs, amused, giving you another kiss before parting from you. 

The train then stops, bringing you back to reality as you remember why you were even here. Sukuna takes hold of your hand briefly, walking off the train with you. He lets go, giving you a once over.

“Regain your composure a bit more before coming into work. Wouldn’t want people getting suspicious.” He winks, kissing your cheek before leaving you alone.

You couldn’t even contain your smile. The one thing you thought was impossible actually happened. The only issue now was what this meant for your relationship. It’s not like you’d be able to pursue anything with him. Unless that’s what he wanted. As if your head wasn’t already a mess, your overthinking was only making it worse. There were other things you had to be worrying about right now, like arriving to work on time. Your little daydreaming would have to wait.

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prod. jk (1) | jjk

chapter 1 | 2.1 | 2.2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | epilogue

➔ When Jungkook’s not-so-ex-girlfriend blocks his number, the only way he can communicate with her is through the songs he writes and produces.

pairing: producer!jk x celeb!oc

genre: ex-lovers au, angst (kinda), eventual fluff (we’ll get there!)

wc: 2.4K (chapters are gonna get longer)

warnings: explicit language, implied sexual content, jungkook is a lovesick idiot, kinda slow burn-ish ?

a/n: heyy this is my first ever fic on tumblr woohoo! cross-posting from my wattpad account. this specific chapter was written back in december of last year (ohmygod time flies), so my writing has changed quite a bit from this. enjoy! <3

chapter 1 - seoul

For the first time in her life, Belle hated Seoul.

At first, Seoul seemed like a world beyond her imagination; the city of shining lights, busy streets, and heavy traffic. The city of opportunity (as told by her mother), the city she’d dreamed of stepping foot in.

Later, it became a place for work. Restless nights, busy mornings, never-ending days that she had grown to love.

But now? It was nothing more than a reminder of failure.

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i’m leia, although some people also call me nani. Honestly, you can call me whatever you’d like. I’m twenty-one years old and a full-time college student, although I’m currently taking virtual classes. my pronouns are she/her/hers (they is also acceptable). 

content i make: sfw, some nsfw (minors dni with nsfw material), tons of aus.

fandoms i write for: jujutsu kaisen (main), fire force, my hero academia, haikyuu.  fandoms i’m considering writing for: blue lock, sk8 the infinity, burn the witch.

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shoot your shot | myg

SUMMARY Yoongi and you had a very clear agreement; no strings attached and don't tell anyone. But what happens when those lines start to blur and you find yourself falling for the star basketball player? And worse, what if he's crazy about you too?

PAIRING basketball player!yoongi x hot girl!reader

RATE 18+

WARNINGS semi-public sex (in a basketball court) (what can i say, they're fiends 🤷🏽‍♀️), oral m!receiving, deep throat, mouth fuck, pantie play, sexual fantasies, choking kink, hands kink, fingers in mouth, oral f!recieving, oc is dumb and emotionally constipated

GENRE smut, college au, fuckbuddies, crushes

SIDE SHIPS minjoon, taekook

WC 12.6k (wow!)

a/n: i literally dont know how this became so long considering it fought me every step of the way but! jock yoongi is finally here to steal hearts <3 let me know what you think!

⇢ prologue | SERIES ✪ M.LIST

Yoongi spotted you as soon as you walked out to the track, short little skirt riding up your thighs and your arms crossed over your chest as you waited for him by the gate. A small smirk crossed over his face at the sight of you but he hid it, looking down, before anyone caught it. He was so thankful when the coach blew his whistle and announced practice over, leaving everyone free to head to the locker rooms. His teammates walked past you on their way out, the few that knew you gave you a quick greeting as they passed you. 

He waited until almost everyone had gotten off the field, using the excuse of tying his shoelaces to stall. He was just about to get back up when he saw a shadow block the stadium lights over him. He looked up to see you with your hand outstretched to him. Though it may have looked to any passerby that you were offering to help him up, you had trekked all the way out here to east campus, passing the reasonably located fitness center in the middle of campus where you could usually find Yoongi, for a specific purpose; an objective, if you will. And that objective was not helping him up off the floor, where he was currently bent over his sneakers. Though he knew what you were really asking for with your outstretched hand, it didn’t stop him from taking it and pulling himself up. 

“Woah,” he feigned losing balance and tugged your arm when he stood, pulling you into his chest under the guise of preventing a fall. You rolled your eyes as you pushed off of him, catching a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“You know what I’m here for, Yoongi,” you gave him a pointed look, recrossing your arms over your chest. “Where is it?” 

“You’re no fun,” he grumbled, grabbing your hand and intertwining it with his. You would have complained under any other circumstance, but there was no one around that you cared about finding out about you and Yoongi, so there were no consequences. None, other than the annoying beat your heart threatened to skip at the soft touch of his fingers on yours, which, unlike every other time he had touched you, felt purely domestic and comfortable, and not at all sexual. You generally preferred to stay at least 10 feet from anything even close to a relationship at all times; but for some reason, your mind didn’t immediately register that rule when Yoongi flashed his gummy smile at you. 

Whatever. I mean, it's not like he was asking you to marry him, for god’s sake. He was just holding your hand. 

“I left it in my bag by the outdoor courts,” he said as he led the way, waving goodbye to his coach. The man sent you a nod as well, vaguely knowing you from all the team practices you had crashed. “We were practicing there first before we came here.”

“Why are you out here anyway,” you pouted, “I had to walk twice the distance I usually do just to get here, and my legs are tired,” whining to get your complaint across. 

Yoongi fought back a smile at your whining. He found it so cute whenever you put on your little fits. He knew you were never serious, but he also knew you were spoiled as hell, so it wasn’t far off from how pampered you were. Why it turned him on, he had absolutely no clue and had no desire to unpack. All he knew was you were never going to find out else he’d never hear the end of it. “Sorry baby, we had conditioning today.” 

You wrinkled your nose at the idea, but you couldn’t really complain. Not if it gave Yoongi those thighs of steel you loved riding so much…

He holds the chain-link gate open for you when you reach the outdoor basketball court and leads you over to his discarded gym bag. He rifles through the pockets before coming across the prize you were after, tugging it out of the confines of his bag. He turns to you, the same black lace panties that you had lost in the locker rooms wrapped neatly in his hand. His eyes moved down to your outstretched arm, but he made no move to place the panties in it. You look up at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“Yoongi, my panties?”

“I‘ll give them to you,” his low voice rumbles as he steps closer to you, lips curving up into a smirk. “But only if you admit you like me.”

You were taken aback by his sudden request, and you definitely weren’t ready to hear those words out of his mouth, let alone have them leave yours. “What?

“You heard me. Admit you have a thing for me.” His grin only grew bigger as you tried to stealthily grab the panties out of his grasp, but his arm only stretched higher over your head. 

“Yoongi…” you drew out his name, holding back a sigh. Why did he want to talk about this now? You were perfectly content with the way things were going, you didn’t need feelings to go and clog things up. You didn’t even know if Yoongi even liked you in that way, or if he was just trying to get you to admit you had a crush because he wanted to gage your feelings and dip before you got too attached. Either way, you didn’t want to find out. Things were good, and they were going to stay that way. 

Your hand reached up as if you were going to make another grab for your panties, but instead, you pushed him back. His startled eyes stared down at you as his back hit the chain link fence, but his face slowly spread into a grin. He loved it when you were rough with him, and just that one action had his sweatpants tightening and his heartbeat thudding in anticipation.

You walked your fingers up his chest, reaching his chin, and gently tilting it in your grasp. You pulled him in for a lewd kiss, all tongue and teeth, as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed you impossibly closer against him, panties falling from his grasp onto his gym bag. You felt his hard-on pressing against your exposed thigh as he grabbed at your ass, slipping his hand under your skirt and pushing the hem up. His fingers ghosted at your panties, and you quivered in anticipation, remembering how good those fingers felt. But, you remembered, this wasn’t about you. You had an agenda, and it was best he not catch you off guard. You pushed his hand away regretfully— he almost had you in the palm of his hand. Almost. 

He pulled away from the kiss with a surprised look on his face before you dropped down to your knees. He barely had time to think before you were making quick work of his sweatpants, tugging them down enough to be able to pull his cock out. The sight of his dick in your small hands triggered something in Yoongi, suddenly making him aware that this was indeed not a private area at all, and that you were fiending to suck him off in cold-stone public. Granted, there weren’t any people around, and it was doubtful anyone else would use the outdoor basketball courts other than the basketball team, who had just finished an exhaustive practice and were probably ready for a 100-year nap. But still.

“Yn“ he hissed, “baby— fuck,” you looked up at him with those innocent eyes that you knew made him weak in the knees, and suddenly, his protest didn’t hold the same weight as he had originally intended, “we’re in public.”

You blinked and tilted your head to the side, not seeing the issue. “So? Not the first time.”

You were right, but those times were different. It was semi-public, not full on dick-out-in-the-middle-of-the-schools-athletic-complex. This was definitely not a habit, and he felt he should at least point that out. 

 But when your nimble hands around his cock were joined by your mouth, he suddenly couldn’t find it in himself to care, his protests lost in his throat as a groan came out instead. You pushed him to the brim of your throat, taking him all the way, before pulling your mouth off. You opted for smaller kitten licks and teasing his tip with your thumb, spreading his precum. He grumbled your name, pushing his hips further into your hands. He couldn’t take it when you teased, and you knew it. He got all impatient and huffy, and often took the liberty of holding your head in place and thrusting into your mouth ruthlessly when you pushed him too far. Not like you minded— more so, it was half the reason you did it. Him using your mouth to fuck for his own pleasure had you dripping with arousal. It always had you both absolutely wrecked. And that’s what you were going for. 

“You like that, Yoons?” You teased, continuing your little ministrations, pretending like you didn’t hear his warning tone as he grunted your name. You knew it wouldn’t be long before his hand came down to push you onto his cock, but you wanted him to be even more fucked out than he usually was. You spotted your secret weapon out of the corner of your eye.

You stopped what you were doing to lean over and retrieve the panties from his gym bag, twirling them in your hands. You looked up at him to see his frustrated expression pinning you down, but you weren’t fazed. “Hm, you’ve had these panties for a couple of days, haven’t you, Yoongi?” You ask innocently. 

He was oblivious to what you were getting at, his mind on the fact that your mouth was no longer on his dick, but you seemed to have moved on from it. Now was the time you had chosen to interrogate him with random-ass questions about your panties, and if it could end this conversation and get your mouth back where he needed it, he couldn’t answer quicker, nodding his head.

“I wonder,” you start coyly, “how many times,” you brought the delicate lace against his cock, sending a spark up his body, “you jerked off to me using my panties.”

Yoongi gasped, and not only because you were rubbing that silky soft fabric against his aching erection. How on earth— how the fuck, in the name of Allen Iverson’s MVP scoring record, did you reach down in the depths of his conscious mind, and pull out a fantasy he’s been having ever since he threw your panties on top of his dresser after the game. How did you know how badly he had wanted to slide that velvety fabric up and down his cock, thinking about how the last time you wore them was to watch his game, right before he fucked you into oblivion, how dirty it felt to be using your panties for his pleasure? How it turned him on so much that he came just jerking off to the idea?

Yoongi would have never told you about those thoughts, would’ve taken that secret to the grave. He didn’t want you to think he was some kind of pervert. He was a decent guy, and he wasn’t going to do anything of the sort without your permission. Which meant he didn’t ever expect to do it, because he was never going to ask. 

But here you were, doe eyes looking up at him, as you slid your smooth panties up and down his cock, keeping a slow, steady pace as you waited for an answer. Fuck, he could just kiss you. 

“I-I—,” he stammered in your presence, cheeks going red with heat. He didn’t want to admit it verbally, didn’t want to confess to such filthy, crude thoughts, but his small gasps and stuttering hips jolting into your hand confirmed your theory.

Your hand quickened its pace, adding your mouth to suck him off as a means of creating more of a slick for your panties. You pushed your panties in tandem with your mouth, bobbing your head at the pace you created. You pushed him deeper into your throat with each swallow, meeting his abdomen with your nose, bottoming out and taking him all at once. 

Yoongi above you was a euphoric mess. He had never felt pleasure like this before, the soft fabric of your panties combined with your mouth. He was trying to hold himself back, let you continue your actions and do what you wanted. But he couldn’t help himself, originally started with small ruts into your hand and got rougher until he was full on thrusting into your mouth. Your eyes watered at the pace of his cock hitting the back of your throat, but you reveled in the feeling.

“Fuck, babygirl—“ he groaned, “You love this too, don’t you. Couldn’t wait to get my cock in your mouth. My dirty girl.”

You see his confidence has returned after being rendered speechless from your little stunt, reclaiming his rightful dominance over you. But the desperate thrusts in your mouth told you he was still on the verge of ruin, filthy words or not. That did nothing to slow him down, but instead, he picked up a vigorous pace. Your throat constricted around his length, and you let out a choke. He smirked at the sound, and gave you only a moment to recollect yourself before he pushed back in roughly. It spurred him on even more. 

“Really?” He teased with a growl. “You started this, got on your knees for me in the middle of a basketball court, got me all fucked up with your panties, just to swallow my cock, and now you have the audacity to choke? As if you didn't ask for this?” You moaned pitifully against his cock, vibrations almost sending him over the edge as he cursed under his breath. “Take it. Pretty little cockslut. Wanted me in your mouth so bad couldn’t even wait.”

You nod your head frantically, trying to take more of him to prove how good you could be. But he pulled you off, tilting you up to meet his eyes. “Say it.”

“I wanted to choke on your cock so badly I couldn’t wait till we were alone,” you sputtered out, hoping that was enough and he’d stuff you full again. 

“And?” He prompted. Embarrassment flooded you. He was in control now, and he was going to make you say it. 

“I-I—,” you look down, ashamed, “I fantasized about you using my panties to get off. I masturbated to the thought, I used my fingers and imagined they were yours, and I-I,” you shut your eyes, the memory so clear in your mind, “I came so hard—Yoongi,” you whimpered, pleading like the cockslut you are, “please, please fuck my mouth. I need it so badly.” You may have started off with an agenda, but you couldn’t stop your hunger for Yoongi manifesting; you couldn’t ever resist him, and right now, it was completely unbeknownst to you why you’d ever think you could. You were such a whore for him it was embarrassing.

He stroked your cheek with his thumb tantalizingly, “Such a good, obedient girl.” He held your head steady as he lined himself up again, “Show me how greedy you are.”

He resumed his ruthless pace with no warning or preparations, but that’s how he knew you liked it. You loved it when he manhandled you and didn’t treat you like a delicate little doll because you loved to prove how well you could take it. Though, your comfort was always his first priority, and that never wavered for a second. But hey, who was he to complain if your comfort level consisted of getting your throat fucked raw?

Your jaw ached from the intrusion, and you whimpered as you tried to accommodate his fast pace, trying to move the velvety panties, but they stayed bunched at the base of his cock. Tears were streaming down your face as you grabbed at his thighs, trying to steady yourself with each jolt of your body. You didn’t even have to stick your hand under your skirt to know your current panties were drenched, and an embarrassing knot was forming in your stomach. You moaned around his cock in lieu of sticking your fingers down there to provide yourself with some friction, not quite ready to lose all your pride to Min Yoongi from having him know you were on the verge of climax just from this. “Fuck, baby, so close,” he panted, going even harder if possible, chasing his orgasm. 

You mewled around his cock as he held your head at an angle, holding you steady to create an easy path for him. You lost your grip on your black lace panties and they fell to the floor, their purpose served. You sat prettily, obediently taking his cock as he ruthlessly fucked his way to his orgasm. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk,” with one last hard thrust, he squirted his seed deep into the back of your throat. You choked, but you made a point of swallowing. You worked him through his orgasm, bobbing your head, milking him for everything he had. 

He was breathing heavily above you, pulling his cock out of your mouth to admire you, with your drool and his cum leaking down the side of your mouth. You were a sight to be seen,“My pretty girl,” he mumbled, pushing your hair back.

Your skirt twirled as you stood up to your full height, clutching your black panties in your hand. You tilted up to land a quick peck on his lips, Yoongi still slumped against the chain-link fence in euphoric bliss. Too spent to even notice how deftly you avoided his question, how aptly you had distracted him from the conversation you two were having. You were gone before he regained his senses, before he could ask you again, have the conversation with you that he’s been meaning to have for a long time now. 

Off you were, running away from again, leaving him standing there with his heart held out behind you. 

[yoons] you didn't wait for me to walk back with you

[yoons] i would’ve carried your spoiled ass on my back as a reward if you asked, babygirl 😋

You rolled your eyes at the messages lighting up your screen. He was sweet after an orgasm, that you knew. Yoongi would go down denying it, but he often pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your waist, and nuzzling his face into your neck when you two were fooling around in either of your rooms. Of course, your semi-public sex tendencies didn’t leave any room for that, classroom desks and locker room benches not nearly as open and comfy for cuddling. 

[yn] wow so selfless of you 🙄 doesnt at all sound like you just wanted to get me in your room for round 2 🤥

[yoons] would it have worked? 😇

You consider yourself lucky he didn’t try to bring up the whole feelings thing again, though you don’t know how long you can get away with avoiding this conversation. As long as your womanly wiles will allow, you suppose. You weren’t keen on talking about it ever again, if you had it your way. But you knew Yoongi. It was definitely going to come up again. And you honestly didn’t even know your  own answer. 

Did you like Min Yoongi? I mean aside from that crush you had been harboring for the older boy from the moment you met him in Jungkook and Taehyung’s dorm, everything was totally platonic. You snorted; It sounded like bullshit even in your head. You were never going to act on it, seeing as you had always known Min Yoongi to be the working fiend he is; if he’s not in the gym or at practice for basketball, you’d find him holed up in the school’s recording studio, most likely with his following aspiring rapper, Kim Namjoon. Yoongi didn’t have time for a romantic life, you always knew that. And you didn’t have time to chase after him or wait until he was available. So, you got on with your life, and put your little crush on the back burner. Of course, it didn’t stop your heart from fluttering every time you caught him smiling shyly when someone complimented him, or every time he flashed his gummy expression when he laughed, but that was neither here nor there. 

Though, you had never anticipated this weird in-between you had now. You and Yoongi had always had sexual tension, that was undeniable. Everyone around you two could feel it, as you were constantly being told by your best friend. But you had always ignored her when she badgered you with this information, insisting the infamous basketball star had a thing for you. Because, even if she was right, he wasn’t doing anything about it, so what use was the information anyway? 

That was, until, one fateful night, when you two’s intoxicated states had lowered your inhibitions to the point where you were jumping each other’s bones like there was no tomorrow. And then, you just kept doing it, without any explanation, because if you were to talk about it, you would have to talk about what it meant to your friendship, and a whole other rabbit hole of relationship things that would complicate things; not to mention, it would mean telling your overhyper and nosy friend group about this when you didn’t even know what this was. This way was easier, you two would just fuck, no talking necessary, and just get work out that sexual tension Doyeon was always on about. You thought everything was fine like this. That he was fine with the arrangement. But now, he wanted to go and have the what are we talk, and you just didn’t know what you would answer to that.

Yes, you liked Min Yoongi. But, things are more complicated now. Especially since you had tried to shove your crush deep down and ignore it lest you ruin your friendship. You had moved on from that, but now he was rehashing it, bringing it all back to the surface. You hated it. 

“Yo,” You broke out of your thoughts as the door of your suite slammed shut, Doyeon loudly walking in. “I changed my mind. At first, I thought, no way. I draw the line at artificial dick. But then, I thought about it, and it’s kind of like having your own personal human vibrator.”

It took you a minute to recall what she was talking about. This wasn’t uncommon with Doyeon, randomly pulling conversations out of the air with no intro. You were used to it, though, which is why you suddenly remembered the heated debate you had last night of who would be the best Marvel fuck. 

“Besides, I saw a thing on twitter that said he was huge, so, I’m all for riding the Vision train,” gesturing choo-choo with her arm. 

You wrinkled your nose at her taste. “I’ll stick with my previous choice, thanks.”

Doyeon rolled her eyes. “Predictable. I’ll have to pry SamBucky out of your cold, dead hands.”

“Damn straight. Though Bucky's on thin ice since TFAWS. Like, only 40s music? Okay, grandpa.” You walked round the kitchen to pour yourself a drink, sweats you had thrown on lazily in exchange for your skirt now hanging low on your hips. Not your fault, really. They didn’t belong to you.

“You still have Wonho’s sweatpants? I haven’t seen him around here since last break.” Doyeon snorted. You looked down to the random pair of your team's basketball sweats you had pulled out of your laundry basket; a careless choice on your part. In actuality, they were Yoongi’s, but you’d happily let her produce an excuse for you and allow her to believe they belonged to his teammate. 

“I guess. I didn’t realize I still had them until today.”

“Why’d you two stop hooking up anyway?” Doyeon inquired. You were used to telling her every last detail about what was going on in your life, but that was something of a mystery to her considering you hadn’t spilled to anyone about… you know who. “From what I remember, he had ‘that good dick.’ Gave the Winter Soldier a run for his money, according to what I heard through these walls.” 

“First of all,” you scrunched up your face, “no he didn’t. Bucky’s a super soldier. And secondly,” you shrugged, “we didn’t really even formally stop, we just stopped hitting each other up is all.” You two were still cordial, though. No hard feelings. That was the good thing about Wonho. He was easy to be with, and even easier to drop—never making it a big deal and continuing to greet you with a smile whenever he saw you waiting around basketball practice. 

“So you’re telling me you wouldn’t fuck Chris Hemsworth???” Two loud figures suddenly crashed through your apartment door, apparently still on the same topic as last night. 

“I’m not saying that at all. I’m just saying we have to consider the facts here. Would he really be the best fuck? Are you really willing to put, say, your Pokémon collectibles on that?”

Jungkook had him there, Taehyung pausing to consider the predicament. 

“Point is,” Jungkook continued smugly, “Scarlet Witch has entered the chat. And, I mean, she got some freaky shit going on. She’s at least worth being in the running.”

“Okay, if we’re talking freaky shit, then Loki…” And you had lost Doyeon to the madness. 

Once they had slightly calmed down, Jungkook finally emerged from the fray, whipping his fluffy head around to ask you what he and Taehyung had come in here for in the first place (not that they really needed a reason, they made that clear with the amount of times you had walked in to them playing on Doyeon’s PS4 in the short time Doyeon had beat them to getting one during the pre-order period. Even after they'd each gotten their own, the habit stuck and you’d still sometimes come home to those two occupying your couch before you or Doyeon were home.)

“Yn, you’re coming to Jin and Joon’s tomorrow, right?” 

You shrugged, “Probably, as my alternative is to watch the Kappa girls stick their tongues down frat boy throats,” you rolled your eyes. You were friendly with most of the sororities, courtesy of all of them wanting you to rush (especially after finding out who you hung out with). They were nice and all, you were polite with them. But they did require a certain amount of… mental prep to deal with, and you weren't really in the mood for that. 

“Hey, don’t knock the Kappa girls,” Taehyung defended predictably, “they were very… open to me last weekend.” 

“Because they took you into a room and took turns riding your dick.” Jungkook snorted, a hint of jealousy detected. “I’m surprised it didn’t fall off.”

“That’s because some of us have been gifted by God himself, Jungkookie,” Taehyung teased with a tap under Jungkook’s chin. Jungkook shoved him away, turning his head, but the blush was still evident on his cheeks. “Unfortunately, I am still recovering from that, so they’ll have to get on without me this weekend.”

“No, yn‘s right,” Doyeon agreed, “Especially because apparently Yugyeom’s going to be there, and I am not in the mood to hear that cutesy routine that Sana does for him the entire night. Every second it's please, Yugyeom oppaa— like, I would like to not barf, thanks.”

“Well I happen to know for a fact that he likes that shit, so those two are probably gonna happen,” Jungkook confirmed as he helped himself to a beer in your fridge, tossing one over to Taehyung, who had now settled into your couch. 

“Whatever, I’d much rather Jin’s nit-picky hosting any night.” You sighed. 

“Then I’ll just let Yoongi hyung know you’ll be there, since he asked.” 

The words slipped out of Jungkook’s mouth so casually, but you had to physically stop yourself from whipping your head around. You wanted to ask him to explain further, but you had already lost him to the PS4 game Taehyung had loaded in, both of them completely enraptured. 

Min Yoongi wanted to know if you were going to be there tomorrow. So? It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal really. So why was your heart screaming Cute!!! and erupting in butterflies?? a feeling you hadn’t had in a while, specifically with Yoongi, considering you spent most of the beginning of your friendship pushing it down. Your reaction surprised even you—thinking about him sitting on the couch, waiting for you. Itmade your heart beat loudly in your chest, almost drowning out the shouts at the TV. 

 Shut UP! You cursed internally. 

But it was no use.

The next day found you just as conflicted as the day before. Your overactive brain had caused you to toss and turn with this issue all night long. Needless to say, your brainstorming session ended with you streaming Netflix under the covers to get your mind off of the completely confusing, and totally not helpful, combat between your heart and your brain. 

This was completely new territory for you. Yes, you’d had relationships before. And yes, you’d had fuckbuddies before. But never were you caught in this in-between net. And to make it worse, no one had ever come even close to how Yoongi made you feel, physically and emotionally. That’s why you had shut down your feelings so quickly when you first realized them. You had never felt so emotionally connected with someone like you did with Yoongi, and it scared you. You didn’t want to know what falling for him would be like, because you knew you wouldn’t be able to help yourself if you did.

And lo and behold, here you are now, symbolically wiping off the clown makeup you had first donned when you started sleeping with him. 

Yeah, you hadn’t really thought it through. 

But to make things worse, you thought you could keep your feelings under control. I mean, you were yn! You didn’t get fazed by just a pretty boy and his gummy smile! But apparently, your heart didn’t get the memo. Neither did your stomach, considering the amount of cartwheels it did every time he laughed at something you said.

You hadn’t noticed the subtle change, but thoughts of Yoongi had slowly sprouted beyond just sexual desire and carnal feeling, and you found yourself noticing little quirks he had, or random things about him. Like the way he would always go to the studio to work on his music theory and composition homework after the gym because he claimed working out helped him clear his mind. Or how he kept an autographed photocard of his favorite basketball player in a special case in his sock drawer for “safe keeping.” Or how he preferred open windows in the apartment because of the fresh air, but would get pissed at street noise or people outside and close them again...

These are all things, you realized, that regular old fuckbuddies do not know. These were suspiciously personal things that had crept into your mind as you unconsciously kept a mental list of Min Yoongi mannerisms. And you were just noticing now. 

You were freaking whipped. And no one had bothered to tell you!! 

And you were seeing him tonight. Rude. 

You didn't have much time to dwell on what you were actually going to do when you saw him, spending all your time trying to untangle the knot of thoughts in your head. Which left you with a slight problem as you entered Joon and Jin's apartment and saw him lounging on the couch, beer in hand. Fluffy hair still drying from his post-practice workout, his tired eyes nodding at whatever Joon was saying to him. Ugh, what was he so cute for?

Luckily, you didn't have to think much about saying anything to him before you were being greeted by Jimin, Doyeon throwing out a greeting before she went over to join Jin and Hoseok by the playstation, as well as Hoseok’s latest girl, Jihyo. She was sat perched perkily at his side, seemingly pleased at having been brought to this gathering—an invitation to a night with the gang being a highly coveted thing around campus, just about as much as entry to a frat party, despite the smaller scale. A fact that made the frat boys red with envy and embarrassment. One time Taehyung had brought a girl that the Sigma Chi Theta leader, Suho, had been fucking for a bit, and all hell almost broke loose. You’d chide Taehyung for getting into such clearly instigative situations, but the facts won over: Taehyung usually came out on top anyway, so you just shrug and turn a blind eye to whatever he was doing unless it involved you. 

"Yn! Where have you been, I haven't seen you in forever!" Jimin greeted, embracing you into a hug. 

"I know it's been a week! But honestly, I haven't seen much of anyone. Courtesy of my crazy art history professor," you rolled your eyes. 

"Hm, really? School keeping you busy?" He tilted his head slightly to the side, with a glint in his eye. As if he knew more than he was saying. Your cheeks started to burn up, as if you were caught in a lie. But it wasn't! You barely had time to wipe your ass for all the bullshitting you were doing on your paper. 

But you changed the subject quickly, "Mhm. So what you been up to?" And thankfully, he moved on. You don't know what kind peering into your soul he was doing, but it couldn't have been good. 

"You know, same old." He sighed, gaze lingering over at Joon, who's eyes were crinkled in a smile, dimples center stage. 

“Still? Min, you guys made out at that party like, two weeks ago! He hasn’t said anything since?” You whispered, trying to keep your conversation discreet. 

“No.” Jimin pouted, “I keep waiting to see if he’ll bring it up, but I’ve barely gotten time to talk to him alone anyway. It’s like he’s avoiding me. And,” he straightens his back, “I can take a hint. It’s not a big deal, really.” 

You deadpan. “Not a big deal? Min, you’re crazy if you think he’s not interested. I mean look at you.” You gesture up and down his body, and a slight blush dusts his cheeks as he pushes his hair back subconsciously. “You know Joon. He’s probably just freaking out and overthinking like he always does.” 

“I mean, if he’s not, it's okay. It’s not the end of the world.” He looks down, and you know he doesn’t really mean what he says. True, Jimin could get anyone he so much as threw a glance at, with his ethereal beauty and endless charm. But he only had eyes for the tall aspiring rapper with a genius IQ and a soft heart. 

“Minnie, you’ve had a crush on him for, like, forever,” you rolled your eyes. “You should at least take a chance and see what happens.” 

“Me?? Look who’s talking, ms. I've-had-a-crush-on-Yoongi-since-freshman-year-and-i'll-die-before-i-admit-it,” he shot back. You almost choked on your drink as the words were coming out of his mouth, your eyes widening. 

“Shhh! Keep it down,” you hissed, even though his voice was already at a relatively low volume. Your eyes darted around the room to make sure Jimin’s words hadn’t caught anyone else’s attention. 

“How did you even know that?” You asked, turning back to him after ensuring the coast was clear. 

“Oh, cmon yn. You guys are so obvious,” he rolled his eyes. “It’s like a game of chicken every time you two are in a room together.” 

“I didn’t know it was obvious,” you grumbled. “Why didn’t you ever say anything before?”

He shrugged. “It wasn’t my business. But, yeah, grotesquely obvious. Like, I was sure you guys were gonna jump each other and fuck on the coffee table once.” 

You tried to ignore the heat rising to your face at the insinuation, remembering the exact poker night Jimin was referring to. It was just you and Yoongi left in the round, and neither of you would fold. You couldn’t help yourself with the suggestive glances he would send you, and the way he would stare right into your eyes while discreetly darting out his tongue to wet his lips, trying to fluster you into folding your bluff. You were determined to stand your ground. It was tense to say the least. He knew you were bluffing. You didn’t know how he knew, but he did. And he could’ve easily called you out and won the entire game. But, right as you thought he was going to call, preparing yourself for the loss, he placed his cards on the table flipped over so you couldn’t see what he had, and announced he folded. He sent you a discreet knowing wink right after during everyone’s chaotic reaction, confirming what you’d suspected earlier. He had let you win the game, but that wasn’t in the forefront of either of your minds, the suffocating sexual tension taking precedence. You both realized it that night as it was the first time the sexual tension between you had come into your respective consciousness. The game didn’t matter, because the important thing had been established. And it wasn’t long after that you found yourself making out against a wall, heading back to yours after a tipsy night out. 

“.... So, when you ask Yoongi out, I’ll consider asking Joon,” Jimin finished smugly, bringing you back to the present with his words. 

“Are you joking? How am I going to ask Yoongi anything when I already know he doesn’t see me like that.” Your voice was nonchalant, but a tiny pang hit your heart when you were forced to say it out loud. Just because he was sleeping with you wasn’t an indication that he felt anything more than just sex between you. But you were interrupted from feeling anything more with the abrupt laughter next to you.

“Yn, are you kidding? He’s literally all over you. I’ve never seen him like this with anyone before.”

“Yeah right,” you snorted. “What, has he said hi to me in a slightly more cheerful way than his usual monotone voice?” 

“Yes.” He said slowly, as if it was obvious. Your laughter tittered away as you saw he was completely serious. “Wait, are you serious?” Your eyes slightly wide in surprise. 

“Yn,” Jimin put a hand on your shoulder gently, as if he was explaining something to a child, “You know Yoongi. It’s the little things that count. He’s extremely picky, even with his friends. So the fact that he gives you the time of day, actually beyond that, should tell you: He. L i k e s. Y o u. Not to mention the fact that he hasn’t even hooked up with another girl since, like, the start of the semester. You’re giving the poor guy blue balls.” 

“Wait, he hasn’t?” This was news to you. You hadn’t really been sleeping with other people, but that wasn’t on purpose as you hadn’t really thought about it or noticed. You didn’t expect him to be exclusive with you at all, sure he was indulging his fan club or those cheerleaders that chanted his name every game. You two hadn’t really talked about, and you assumed old habits died hard. It’s not like it was a problem for you, he could sleep with whoever he liked. But here Jimin was, shaking his head to answer you, telling you otherwise.

The wheels in your brain turned, trying to process what Jimin had just told you. He was right, Yoongi’s love language was different. It wasn’t obvious or big, like something you’d see in a movie. It was more intimate, more personal. You thought back to how he’d keep a bottle of your hair products in his bathroom so you wouldn’t be left to scramble if you had somewhere to be after. Or how he would always let you fall asleep on top of him, even though he wouldn’t be able to move. Or how he would cross his arms protectively over his chest with a shy smile on his face as he showed you the tracks he’d been working on, his face breaking out in the biggest grin and pulling you into his lap when you‘d praise his work and ask him if he’d show you more. 

Min Yoongi… liked you? It was hard for your brain to process, considering all it had heard for the past year was that he did not like you when you were telling yourself that to get over your crush. Now, it had to do a full 180, and get on board with the Yoongi reciprocates your feelings train. 

“You’re changing the subject.” You countered with a pointed look, Jimin giving you a sheepish smile caught in the act. “You and Joon have been tiptoeing around your feelings for a brick now. It’s about time one of you made the first move.”

“Big talk from someone who won’t even confront her own feelings!” Jimin exclaimed, nudging you. You rolled your eyes. You hated it, but he was right. 

“How about this. If I talk to Joon, you confess to Yoongi. It’s only fair, and it’s about time you hang up your hot girl summer hat,” he added on to the end at the look on your face.

"It's never time to hang up the hot girl summer hat, you of all people known that." But you still sighed resignedly, reaching out to shake his outstretched hand. “Deal.”

Jimin nodded, “deal.” Easier said than done. “You first?” He prompted sweetly, pulling a giggle from you as you continued to look at the idiot boys of your fancy in deep conversation with one another. Rappers. 

“Whatever bet you guys just made, I want in.” Taehyung’s voice came from the direction of the door as he finally made it in, Jungkook trailing behind him. Though, as they made their way over to you and Jimin, you could see the reason for tardiness clearly—while Jungkook had his collar slightly popped in a weak attempt to cover the hickies, Taehyung had made no such effort, claw marks and purple bruises very clearly littered all over his neck, all on full display. He didn’t seem to mind, wearing them proudly.

Jungkook mumbled something softly to Taehyung, blush rising to his cheeks as he spotted the bruises again, before going off to join Hoseok, Jin, and Doyeon in an intense battle of MarioKart, nodding a quick greeting to you and Jimin first. 

“I want my money on that first,” you gestured to Jungkook as Taehyung chuckled softly.

“Same.” Jimin raised his hand in agreement. “We both called that one.”

“Yeah, well you only called it to each other and failed to mention it to either of us,” Taehyung pointed out.

“Dammit, he’s right Minnie. We could’ve made a shit ton of money.” You shook your head disappointedly as Jimin sighed. “Maybe if we said something, it wouldn’t have taken this long.” 

"We're just messing around, it’s nothing serious." Taehyung mumbled. But the way he looked down at his feet with the tips of his ears getting redder indicated there was more brewing beneath the surface. He cleared his throat, "What were you two betting on anyway?"

"Uhh... I'm gonna go get a drink before we get into that whole thing again." You hopped up from your seat to head to the kitchen. "Y'all want anything?"

They listed their drinks to you and you nodded before making a beeline for the kitchen, and, after receiving the information you had just come into, the prospect of alcohol in your system sounded like exactly the right thing. It wasn't your fault alcohol just tended to make you think better! Especially about things your sober self couldn't wrap its head around. 

You entered the empty kitchen, finding the cooler Jin had set out. You ruffled through to find your pick as well as Jimin's and Taehyung's. Your back was to the entrance of the kitchen, and you were too engrossed in the cooler to hear another person entering behind you. You didn't realize he was there until his hand was resting above your head on the counter edge, and he was leaning down right next to you, so close you could feel his breath on your cheek, to supposedly grab a beer. You feel him before you see him, and you immediately know it's him. You turn your head slightly to the side to meet his twinkling eyes, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. 

“Hi,” he greeted, pausing his movements, keeping you captured in his gaze as his eyes trailed down your body and back.

“Hey,” you breathed out, feeling your cheeks heat up at the proximity. You looked away and stood up before he could see it. What was wrong with you? He wasn’t even doing anything, and you were getting all flustered. 

“You didn’t come say hi earlier,” he stated, deep voice resonating in his chest. His stance was now cocky as he sipped from his retrieved beer against the counter as he noticed how visually flustered you had become. He liked seeing you like this. You usually radiated confidence, so brightly he knew sometimes people around you felt intimidated. And he loved seeing you like that too. But it was nice to see he actually had an effect on you outside of his bedroom, because he was often left wondering how you really felt about him. Yes, it was cute when you were begging to cum on his fingers or when you took control and rode him like a stallion just to prove you could. But his heart skipped a different way when he saw you trying to hide your fazed expression, folding your arms against your chest protectively, as if they would bar your emotions from being evident on your face. 

“Uh, yeah I meant to, it's just…” You fiddled with the hem of your skirt as you avoided his eyes. “I got caught up with Jimin."

“What were you guys talking about?” He asked as he brought the beer to his lips for another sip, the action, for some reason seeming more seductive than how mundane it actually was. 

“Oh, nothing major, really,” you lied, the words replaying in your head as you looked at the subject of your discussions. “You and Joon seemed to be having an important conversation, anyway, I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Since when have you been worried about interrupting,” he snorted. In reality, he couldn’t really recall exactly what Joon was saying to him, to be honest. He had been watching you from his seat, eyes shooting discreet glances at you whenever he chanced it as Joon rambled on. He just couldn’t stay focused on the words coming out of his mouth with the way your face lit up with laughter when Jimin said something funny, or how you had decided on wearing what he was sure was the shortest skirt in the world. He had to consciously remind himself to keep his mouth from falling open. 

You were leaning against the opposite kitchen counter from him, shifting your stance. His gaze trailed down to where your panties would be, reminding him of your mannerisms when you were trying to alleviate some of the ache in your core by creating friction. How he wanted to take care of you, wanted to press you against the counter, have your knuckles pale from how hard you were gripping it, as he kneeled in front of you and put his mouth where you really needed it, without a care for the people in the other room.

Yoongi's gaze on you never faltered, eyefucking you as the tension between you grew thicker by the moment the longer you two were standing in that kitchen. You couldn't help but make a show of your shifting in place, knowing he knew that silent cue of yours, your bratty streak jumping out. The bite of his lip as his eyes trailed down your body told you you were right.

“Hey, Yoongi-ah I’ve been calling your name for the past 2 minutes!” Jin’s loud voice suddenly interrupting the silence as he entered the kitchen to find you two. “I said we’re starting the game!” He paused upon assessing the situation he had just stumbled into, his eyes darting between the two of you. You cleared your throat and broke Yoongi’s gaze as you went back to get the beer you had originally come in here for. But Jin didn’t let it faze him, blunt as always. “You two can have your staring contest later. C’mon, everyone’s waiting for you.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he followed him out into the living room with you behind him. You saw everyone was already gathered in a circle around the coffee table, awaiting you two. You made your way over to sit in between Jimin and Doyeon, Yoongi sitting directly across from you next to Hoseok. You didn’t even notice Jimin’s outstretched hand and raised eyebrows when you returned without his drink.

“Okay, this definitely wasn’t my first choice, but it was what was pulled out of the jar. Thanks for that, Hobi.” Jin announced with a pointed look at Hoseok, who put his hands up defensively. “Hey, I didn’t do it on purpose.” 

“Nonetheless,” Jin continued, “we’re playing Truth or Dare. Fail to answer one of the questions or complete your dare, you take a shot. You can choose truth twice only. You have to answer or do the dare if you took a shot the previous round, or forfeit the game. Any questions? No? Good.” He stated conclusively before Namjoon had a chance to grill him on the rules, putting his half-raised hand down. 

The game had already gone off to a raunchy start when Jimin spun the bottle and it landed on Jungkook, and Jungkook, being ever the daredevil, chose (you guessed it) dare. 

“I dare you to show us a hickey that we can’t visibly see with your clothes on,” Jimin challenged, a devilish smile on his lips. The younger boy’s confidence physically drained out of his face as he was expecting something like “eat a whole jar of chilli peppers” or “go streaking.” Not, show off how Taehyung had marked him just hours before. But the maknae wasn’t going to back down from a challenge, especially with Jimin’s cocky smirk teasing him. He sent a quick glance over to Taehyung before pulling the hem of his shirt up, mumbling under his breath, to reveal a trail of hickies from his hip bone that disappeared below his waistband. 

“HOLY SHIT!” Hoseok’s voice sounded the loudest among all the commotion that he had just stirred. The younger boy’s face reddened immensely as he quickly dropped his shirt to cover himself back up. 

The game continued like that, with Doyeon having been dared to reveal a nude of her choice, Jin explaining his freakiest hookup since the new year in excruciating detail, Taehyung revealing his extremely questionable and confusing search history, and Jihyo being dared to reveal a sext conversation with a hookup, but politely declining and opting to take a shot, her eyes darting to Hoseok, who wasn’t at all fazed by the question despite it clearly also targeting him.

“Okay Namjoon, truth or dare?” Jihyo asked sweetly as the bottle landed on him. 

“Truth,” he shrugged, lifting the bottle of beer to his lips. Hoseok leaned over and whispered something to Jihyo, which she giggled at, then repeated out loud. “Who was the last person you kissed?”

Namjoon almost choked on his drink as the words came out of her mouth, quickly sputtering, “Dare! I choose Dare!” His eyes darting to Jimin’s in what he thought was a discreet way. 

Hoseok whispered again, which was met by Namjoon’s outraged, “You can’t tell her what to say! Don’t listen to him, Jihyo. You’re better than that.” Poor Jihyo was stuck in the middle, but all it took was a look and gentle nudge to the shoulder from Hoseok for her to nod and push his agenda, “I dare you to kiss the most attractive person in this room.” 

Namjoon sighed, looking down at the ground. “I’m taking a shot then.” 

“You can’t, you took a shot last round,” Jungkook was practically bouncing in his seat with a giant bunny smile as he reminded him of the rules. You all really wanted to see how this would play out. Jimin was watching the whole scene play out without a word, his eyes seeming almost bored. But you knew it was all a front. You knew Jimin was on the edge of his seat, dying to find out if what had transpired between the two wasn’t just his imagination, if the dimpled man returned his feelings. 

Namjoon looked up hesitantly, his eyes darting around the circle before finding Jimin’s. You could tell he was nervous. He probably didn’t know what it would mean, either. But, the push from his peers was all he needed to take the risk, no matter what happened. He moved past Jungkook and Taehyung and stood right in front of the younger man. The whole group watched with bated breaths, Jungkook’s eyes darting excitedly between the two, as he leaned in slowly, expecting a swift rejection from Jimin. But it never came, and his lips ended up on his, Jimin reciprocating gently before wrapping his arm around Namjoon’s neck. 

You all gave them a minute before starting your hoots and hollers, cheering them on. The two pulled away at the noise, both breathless and cheeks heated up, either from the kiss or the publicity, you didn’t know. But Taehyung and Jungkook shifted their seats, making room for Namjoon to sit next to Jimin, gesturing animatedly. Namjoon rolled his eyes at their obnoxious display, but took the seat nonetheless, his eyes falling to the floor with a shy smile playing on his lips, hand reaching over to spin the bottle after Jimin nudged him gently, reminding them they were still in a game. 

Lo and behold, the bottle landed on you.

“Truth or dare, yn?” Namjoon prompted. You opted for Truth, deciding to play it safe this round, seeing the chaos that everyone else had gotten into. “What's a kink you do often during sex?” Namjoon prompted, seemingly off the top of his head, which isn’t necessarily surprising. This question had required little thinking on his part as it was so common in your group, and little capacity to think was exactly what described the big-brained college student sitting in front of you right, who was unable to keep his eyes from darting over to the pretty boy next to him. 

“I guess…” you take a moment to ponder. Your eyes drift across the room subconsciously, before you could stop yourself, and you found yourself caught in Yoongi’s sultry gaze. He rubbed his palms together subtly, seemingly a random and unremarkable action. But you knew what he was doing, what he was indicating. You felt heat at your center at the thought of him using those hands, in your mouth, on your pussy, around your neck…

“Choking,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. You caught a small smirk on Yoongi's face before it disappeared and returned to his normal impassiveness. Your face heated up; it wasn't unusual for you to overshare personal details of your sex life with your friends on nights like this, but the way Yoongi was looking at you had you all flustered and your mind in a haze.

You ignored the commotion at your words, standing up quickly and excusing yourself, passing the bottle to Doyeon to spin for you, muttering "I'm going to the bathroom" as you fled the scene. 

Once safely in the small haven, you let out a breath. You saw yourself looking back at you in the mirror and you squared your shoulders, giving yourself a serious look.

"Listen here, you better get your shit together," you scolded. "Are you yn or not?" Your hands fell to your hips, tutting at yourself.

"Just because a handsome guy with a pretty smile looks in your direction doesn't mean you lose all sense of yourself! It's just Yoongi for god's sakes!" Even as you spoke, your heart fluttered at his name. Traitor. 

"What's just Yoongi?" Suddenly sounded behind you, the sound of the door shutting making you whip your head around. As if you hadn't already recognized that deep husky voice. 

Yoongi was fighting off a smirk while your eyes widened to saucers. "Uh-n-nothing. I didn't say Yoongi." 

He looked into your eyes and stepped closer, trapping you between him and the sink. You felt the counter press against your back as Yoongi's hands rested on it on either side of you, towering over you. You dropped your gaze, unable to meet his lest your face burst into flames. You bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to focus on the pattern of the tiled floor.

"Really?" Yoongi's breath fanned over your cheek as he bent down slowly to tug your earlobe with his teeth, sending a shiver down your spine. "Because I think you did." He straightened up and tilted your face to meet his eyes. "You were thinking about me?" 

You felt heat blaze through your veins as he looked at you. You instinctively leaned into his advances, your hands on his chest and legs parted to make room for him. You hated that about yourself—the effect Min Yoongi had on you. But he wasn't wrong.

"What was it? My hands?" He holds one up to demonstrate. Your gaze trails to his long, slender fingers, which were adorned with a few rings. The sight was far from unfamiliar, remembering how they held you close, trailed down your body, brought you to climax…

His mouth turned up at your reaction to his hands, wiggling his fingers for good measure. You couldn't take it anymore, your body on fire from thoughts of the man standing so close to you, almost taunting you with those instruments of pleasure. You surprised him by crashing your lips onto his, hoping your desire would serve as a distraction from your thoughts and save you from having to think too much about what had your mind in shambles moments before. You didn't want to think, you just wanted to do.

"Yn, baby," he groaned into your mouth, arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. The taste of you on his lips was what he'd been craving all night long. Nevermind that he'd come in here with a purpose, thinking you two should probably talk. But he was never good at that stuff, making him much easier to distract. Again.

You snuck your hands under his shirt, running them up his muscular torso. He shivered at the sensation, pushing you further against the counter. He pulled your hands out and held them together, bound by his makeshift handcuff of his fingers. He pulled away from you to send you a playful warning glance. This isn't what he'd came in here to do, but fuck, if you pushed him in the slightest he'd give in. 

"Kiss me more," you whined, trying to close the distance between your mouths again. He chuckled at your neediness, signature gummy smile making an appearance. He gifted you one peck before pulling away again, leaving your lips chasing his. 

"Not here," he mumbled. Your signature pout adorned your face—you know, the one Yoongi loved so much. You and your spoiled brat act. It never failed to get you what you wanted with him. "I don't wanna go all the way home," you protested, afraid of the words that would transpire between you if your mouths weren't preoccupied. You didn't think you could make it all the way home and keep your mouth shut, afraid of blurting out your feelings unceremoniously without really thinking of the implications. It was only a little bit ago you had found out Yoongi possibly liked you back, and you really hadn't had a chance to overthink about that yet.

"Okay, well Joon's room is right across the hall?" He quirked his eyebrow. "Wouldn't he mind?" You question, but Yoongi shook his head. "He owes me, even if he does mind." 

You nodded eagerly, letting him take your hand and peek out the door to make sure the coast was clear before leading you into the opposing room, swiftly shutting the door behind you.

He pressed you against the door, hands finding your waist again as you moaned against his lips, pushing yourself against him. He tugged at the bottom your shirt in request to take it off and you complied, lifting your hands up. His hands trailed down your body as his eyes fell to your breasts, entranced. You took one of his hands and placed it on your tits, squeezing. "Yoons." You whined. He smirked at you, diving in to mark them up, pulling one out of your bra cups and wrapping his mouth around it. You let out a gasp as his tongue circled your nipple, his other hand groping your other tit. Your hand entangled in his hair as your back arched against the door, pushing you closer to him. 

His hand came up to deftly and expertly unhook your bra. His hand moved down your naked torso, giving you goosebumps, as he switched his mouth to your other boob. His hand came down to fiddle with the hem of your skirt, pushing it up to bunch around your hips. His hand came down to cup your heat through your panties, immediately met with your drenched panties and arousal.

"Fuck, you're soaked," he groaned as his fingers became sticky with your slick. He stuck his hand in your panties, spreading your arousal around as he swirled his fingers near your clit. You let out a moan as he touched you where you needed him most, fire flooding to your core. You had been wet ever since he'd cornered you in the kitchen, your panties sticking to you uncomfortably. And now, when you actually got him, you couldn't help but gush out arousal at the slightest touch. 

He pushed your cheeks together with one hand, forcibly opening your mouth. "Open wide," he murmured lowly before gathering your slick on his fingers and shoving them into your mouth. You moaned around it, swirling your tongue and cleaning his fingers off. He almost let out a groan at the sight of your pretty lips sucking his fingers and licking them clean. Instead, he settled for kissing you hard, tongue in your mouth, teeth clashing. 

He walked you both back towards the bed before pushing you down. He pulled his shirt off, revealing his muscular torso and biceps—courtesy of that conditioning practice yesterday, you figure. He leaned over you, encasing you in his arms on either side of your body before connecting your lips again. 

"We don't have much time sweetheart," he mumbled while tugging your panties down your legs. "We have to be quick before they come looking for us."

His fingers parted your legs and explored your wet cunt while his head was buried in the crook of your neck, licking and biting. 

"Mhm, Yoongi," you whined, "Every time I've seen you recently, we've been short for time." Your hand trailed down over his bulge in his pants. "I miss your cock." 

Yoongi let out a laugh before kissing the soft skin of your neck, making you shiver and pull away at the tickling sensation. "I know, baby. But I also know you'll like this."

He pushed you down so you were fully laying on Namjoon's bed, him hovering over you. He sat at your side, hand ghosting over your neck as he bent down to face your cunt. Lifting one of your legs with his hand, the other wrapping comfortably around your neck, he dove into your aching pussy with that magic tongue of his. You let out a gasp at his spirited demonstration—he was never wrong when it came to your body. If he said you'd enjoy it, he'd make sure to send you to heaven. And you were more than enjoying how licked and sucked at your clit while trailing his tongue up and down your folds. You were on cloud 9. 

He ate you out like he was starved for days, making you twist and turn and writhe beneath him. You bucked your hips up in a greedy attempt to get more of him, but he pushed and held your hips down with one hand. You could almost feel his smirk against your slit. His other hand closed around your neck so deliciously, constricting your air just enough to set your body alight with desire, but not to the point where you were short for air. Yoongi had this down to an art. 

His face was buried in between your thighs, his moans sending sparks straight to your throbbing bud. Your body shuddered at the feeling, jolting with every lick of his tongue. He revels in the taste, greedily pushing himself further into your cunt. His hand around your neck never ceases to tighten and untighten rhythmically, making you see stars with the mixture of pleasure he was giving you. 

His brows furrowed, attention on your dripping core as he messily ate you out. The mop of his hair was all that could be seen from your angle as he messily sucked every drop of arousal you gave him. He could spend hours in between your legs, your taste rivaling a 5-star michelin meal. He didn't ever want to stop every time he went down on you, continuing his ministrations past your climax until you pushed him away from overstimulation. He wouldn't trade that for the world. He wouldn't trade you for the world.

You watched his toned back muscles contract as he moved his mouth up and down your pussy, mouth covered in your arousal. He took one look at you, face glistening with your arousal, taking in your fucked out state, and smirked in content before diving back in. This time, more roughly and frantic, as if he was against a timer. which actually, you suddenly remembered, he was. 

He laps at your skin, covering as much area as he could at once. His loud suction filled the room and mingled with your intermittent gasps as you struggled to keep the ache in your core under control. With all the sultry glances and sneak staring at his hands, it was practically foreplay. You would be embarrassed at being so worked up so easily if it was anybody else under you right now. Seeing as it was Yoongi, though, it was pretty much expected—this is exactly how this would be going. Convinced his tongue was a gift from the gods. And he decided to share it with you. How sweet. 

He pauses to leave wet kisses down your inner thighs before returning to your center. "Stop squirming," he mumbled against you, keeping his palm firmly against your hips. He licked a stripe up your pussy before sucking on your clit and letting go with a pop. You couldn't control yourself as you wriggled and moaned out in pleasure. 

"I'm so close, Yoongi," you cried. "I'm sorry I can't stop—" 

Yoongi took this as his cue to plunge his tongue into your hole. The room fills with loud squelching as he makes out with your cunt, tongue exploring the inside of your walls. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you arch your back, leaning into him. He's using his fingers to simultaneously stimulate your clit while thrusting his tongue into. The soft whines of his name you're letting out going straight to his dick. 

Just as he started to feel you squeeze your walls, constricting around his tongue, he pulled away, leaving your pussy red and swollen, begging to cum. 

Your eyes widened, glistening with the threat of tears, as you looked at him desperately. "Why'd you stop," you whimpered, your body vibrating from the denied orgasm. 

He looked into your pretty pitiful face, almost giving in to you. but first, "Tell me how you feel about me." he requested, trailing wet kisses up your stomach.

You were bewildered, "What? Yoongi-" you're teary eyes threatened to pour with the prospect of climax slowly ebbing away, "Now is not the time."

"Now is the time darling," pecking you once, the taste of your arousal left on your lips, pushing your hair out of your face. "Tell me you like me, and I'll make you cum."

You're hand subconsciously reached down to relieve yourself if he wasn't going to, ready to rub one out in defiance. But he caught your hand, holding both your wrists hostage with a pretty smirk on his face. "Don't be a brat, yn. Just say it." 

You would've continued your protest, but you were in no state to make such demands. You'd tell him the sky was red if it meant he'd put his mouth back where it belonged.

"I-," he looked at you expectantly. His gaze was nonchalant, but inside, he was in slight panic ever since the words came out of his mouth. He wanted to tell you how he felt, wanted to describe to you how much he had liked you ever since the first moment you had teased him about his demeanor. But he waited, knew this was something you had to reach on your own. He didn't want to scare you off. He knew you'd get in your head if he didn't stop the train early, knew if he confessed first, you'd close up and overthink. You had a tendency to do that whenever he offered you any kind of stability, he always had to sneak it in little tidbits. Send you flowers as a joke with a cheeky message so you wouldn't think too much of it. His heart thudded in his chest for your answer to finally alleviate his burning heart. He'd hoped he'd been right this whole time. 

"Yoongi, I—" you signed resignedly, "I like you." You mumbled. The smile that overtook his features was infectious. You detected a hint of longing before it was quickly replaced with confidence. He winked, "That's all I wanted to hear darling," he mumbled before returning his hands to your neck and pussy respectively and thrusting his fingers into your sopping cunt to pump you to completion. 

Your hand came to grasp at his around your neck as you let out whines of his name. The pressure in the pit of your stomach was on the edge of bursting. All it took was a hook of his fingers to find your g-spot, repeatedly hitting the rough patch of nerves until you were cumming all in his hand. 

"Good girl, cum for me just like that," he praised, working you through your orgasm. Once you were spent and he pumped you for all you had, he stuck his fingers in his own mouth before licking them clean. He kissed you, and you could taste your arousal on his tongue as he pushed some into your own mouth to swallow.

He looked you with stars in his eyes, as if you were the prettiest thing in the world. It wasn't the first time, but it was the first time you had tapped into the emotions that resonated behind those eyes. "I like you too, yn," he confessed, pulling you to rest against his chest. 

It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders at his words, you couldn't even find it in yourself to scold the butterflies that erupted in your chest. You didn't have any time to respond though, as the door was abruptly opened, revealing a mildly pissed off Namjoon with the crowd of your friends whooping loudly from the other room. Your face started to heat up in embarrassment as you folded further into Yoongi's face—You had completely forgotten about your surroundings and your friends in the other room, not to mention the small fact that you were sitting on Namjoon's bed completely naked. Yoongi, on the other hand, didn't seem fazed, glancing at Namjoon boredly as if he had just asked him something as simple as what time it was. 

"If you two are done," he wrinkled his nose at your activities, "And would like to join the rest of civilization, we'll be in the other room. Please, don't forget that." He turned to leave, but not before he told Yoongi, "We're even now. You got me. Can't hold it over my head anymore." Yoongi just nodded, and the tall rapper exited before having to witness anything else that he wasn't keen on seeing. 

"What was he talking about," you mumbled, still pressed against Yoongi tightly.

"He fucked some girl on my bed freshman year when we shared a dorm. He owed me," he shrugged. You let out a giggle, followed by a full-blown laugh at the ludicrosity of the situation. Yoongi joined you, gummy smile across his face. 

"You know, I really do like you." You mentioned shyly after your laughter had died down. You weren't really used to this kind of situation, but Yoongi seemed so confident about, it gave you the push you needed to at least try. 

He tilted your head up to meet his eyes, his gaze saying everything he needed to say, pressing his lips onto yours without worrying it was only limited to sexual intention. He was free to like you, fall for you, kiss you passionately without a care in the world. Free to break down your walls, get you to fall for him.

The buzzer had sounded loudly through the arena, the crowd's loud cheers and hollers quieting down as Yoongi approached the free throw line. He threw a hand up to wave to your school's section, his fan club going wild. But his eyes were on you. Even from where you were sitting, you could see a mischievous glint in his eye.

"If I make this," he announced loudly, demanding the attention of every single person in the room. He turned to point right where you were sitting in the bleachers, singling you out. All eyes turned to you. "If I make this, will you go on a date with me, yn?" 

The audience cheered erupted in a chant, both your school's and the opposing school's sections alike. It would be surprising for them to cheer on a player on the opposite team about to shoot a free throw that would result in their loss, but people were suckers for a good kiss-cam. And this was pretty damn close. 

"Say yes! Say yes! Say yes!" Sounded loudly in your ear, your friends around being the loudest and most obnoxious. Your eyes locked with his, catching the cocky smirk on his face. You shook your head and rolled your eyes, but a small smile found its way. 

"Okay," you called back over the chant. "I agree to those terms." 

The entire stadium went quiet as Yoongi turned to face the basket. He bounced the ball once. Twice. He lined up the shot. He shoots...

Swish! And the crowd goes wild! 

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Bad Behavior

SUMMARY

Toji lives a dark unfulfilling life. He works but just enough to keep him afloat, then spends his free time drinking and participating in one-night stands. He doesn’t see much of a future until he meets you.

pairing : fushiguro toji x fem!reader

warnings/tags : 18+, alternate universe - office, angst, fluff, smut, eventual romance, alcohol, falling in love.

genre : angst + fluff + smut

word count :  16,985

a/n :  hihi! I am overly excited to share this series with Toji Fushiguro I’ve been planning for a while now - he is one of my favorite characters! Personally, I feel like there’s so much depth to him even though it’s touched on very shortly in the manga series. And though some of you may disagree, I certainly sympathize (?!?) and fully understand why he acts the way he does.

this series is an office au and it will be very spicy and juicy – so minors do not interact. I will be taking my time releasing chapters, unfortunately, I won’t have a timeline since I work but I will do my best!

please enjoy it, I hope you like it xx

18+ minors dni!!!

Chapters

chapter 1 : things never change

chapter 2 : chemical imbalance

chapter 3 : devilish

chapter 4 : salacious secret

chapter 5 : too easy

chapter 6 : bad luck

EXTRAS

preview - similar to chapter 1, but first draft

[what once was home]

cw: nsft, gn reader, angst, brief smut, jumping in between present and past (written inside parentheses) // wc: 1.3k // prev

You do not know if you and Toji are actually dating.

When you asked, he just shrugged before getting up and leaving for his work, a profession that you still know nothing about. Then, still hoping that you would get a clarification from him, you asked him one more time what he thought about this thing between you two, but Toji just brushed it off with his lips and erased the question from your head with his fingers, his cock, his hands around your neck as he slammed in you until you felt like exploding and imploding at the same time.

You stopped asking after that.

You told yourself it didn’t matter because it really didn’t. Toji still came home to you, crashing in your place then in your arms, pressing his face on the crook of your neck and holding you like you are about to break before him. Even when he’d be gone for months-long, not leaving anything but the smell of cigarettes and a few of his worn shirts that you’ve hid in your drawers, he still returned to you. He still kissed you and fucked you, pressing you on the bed or bouncing you on his lap, lips curled in a smirk or pulled in a snarl as dirty talk passed through his gritted teeth. He still stayed.

These things made him yours just as much as you are his.

It was enough. So why did it feel like it wasn’t?

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(“Oh, darlin’,” he says, his voice ringing in the alleyway like a gunshot, if gunshots were tender and charming and looming like a shining beacon instead of a haunting sound.

You startle, looking up from where your head was pressed to your knees as you tried, in vain, to muffle the sobs that racked your lungs. He is a bleeding blur—a splash of muted colours in the dingy alley that is carefully stalking to where you are crouched down.

You watch with bated breath as he finally settles a few feet away from you, leaning on the wall and peering down at you. There is a storm behind his eyes and you wonder, just for a brief moment, if he could see the one in yours.

You debate on what to say or what to do: is it to run or to stay and talk to him? Because even if there is dried blood scuffing his shoes and soot dirtying his jacket and you see a sparkle of something metallic holstered by his hip, there is an odd type of kindness in his person. Like he does not know what to do when his hands are twitching to come help you.

But your silence has taken its toll, stretching too taut until it thinned and faded into the air, and you startle once again when he breaks the stillness of life that had settled in the space between you and him. He says, “Pretty thing, prettiest of them all, why are you here, crying?”

You draw a stuttered breath, afraid once again of this man with scarred lips and sharp eyes that spoke old pain; afraid of how little he made you feel, like finding the perfect corner to cower in as the sky rages outside.

You gulp, trying to test the words in your parched throat.)

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A cry leaves your lips, your arms finally buckling and bending, leaving you flopping on the lines of pillows that Toji arranged for you. A half-muffled moan follows when he arches your back higher, his hands squeezing your hips before the brutal pace starts again.

“So good to me,” Toji whispers, leaning forward until he is practically mounting you, pressing you down on the bed like he is about to breed you. The thought has you choking on your mewls, unconsciously tightening around Toji. He gasps, soft panting breaths smothered on your shoulder blade. “Shit, you like it when I fuck you this way?”

Uhuh, you half-say, half-moan, nodding as much as you can with your head buried on the pillows.

Toji is saying something but your brain is a puddle, unable to comprehend anything but the high that is spreading along the web of your veins. You think that you catch him saying the same old things: how beautiful you are, how good you feel, how you scream so prettily, how you belong to him. But you also think that you hear him saying things he hasn’t. Things like—

“I love you!” You wail, feeling the crashing ecstasy of your orgasm like a tidal wave that engulfed you even to your bone marrow. Toji follows not that far off, hands gripping your waist where his nails are biting, almost as sharp as his teeth where they are buried in the skin of your neck.

You think you hear Toji echo your words, but sleep whisks you away in a dreamless abyss before you can ask him to say them again.

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(“Nothing, sir,” you finally tell him. “Just a bad day.”

He hums before sliding down the wall, careful as he plops on the cobblestone and mirrors your sitting position. You watch as he turns and looks at the empty sky, and you take that time to study what little you can see of him. Black hair and tan skin, a long scar tickling the edges of his lips, eyes sunken, cheeks flushed. Beautiful.

You look away when he turns to you again, feeling your own cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He huffs a fond laugh and they burn hotter.

“Pretty people shouldn’t have bad days,” he utters, “You shouldn’t have bad days.”

You make a noise at the base of your throat, not knowing what else to say. But he does not look deterred, just shooting you an easy smile before turning back to look at the lifeless sky where the stars are devoured by the city lights.

You continue to watch him, his words tumbling in your head as your eyes flit through his being. Beautiful. He is so beautiful, it burns to look at him this way—with desire pooling at the pit of your stomach, twisting like vines. You look away again.

“Pretty people shouldn’t have bad days,” he told you. And he’s right. He shouldn’t have bad days.)

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One day, Toji just doesn’t return.

It took two months of waiting, your soul fraying at each moment that Toji is not knocking on your door, when you finally accept it for what it is: his abandonment.

You weep before you could even finish thinking about it, collapsing on the floor as sobs crawl from the depths of your lungs. Your heart gives out and shatters, overflowing with grief and betrayal, smothering the love that it was once filled with.

You cry for every divinity in the universe, begging the ones locked in the stars to come and save you from the overwhelming agony. Begging to let this be a misunderstanding and have Toji running from the door to your shaking body, whispering promises and embracing you to let you know that he is there. That he didn’t leave. That he is back home in your arms.

But the gods are cruel, and Toji even more so.

He is gone for good.

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(The night has swelled when he stands. You tense, feeling fear at the thought of this, whatever this that you two shared, finally ending. But you do not move, feigning indifference when he turns to you.

It doesn’t last.

Not when he holds his hand out to you, smiling so tenderly before saying, “Come.”

“Okay,” you mumble, taking his hand and letting him hoist you up.)

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Before you could even properly mourn for your betrayed heart, Toji breaks it once again.

Standing before you, with shaggy hair and loose shirt, with skin too pale and eyes too familiar, with a letter pinched between his small fingers, is his son. Toji’s seven year old son.

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(That night, you learn why sailors are weak to sirens.)