Not cool, Jimmy-Steve

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[mickeygifs]

mickey + that smile

[poutyniall]

"somebody does love, but i’m thinking about you"....

[starry-nights-17]

I see my beloved Mickey everywhere 😂❤

[curtwilde]

Bisan says that among all the aid organisations working in North Gaza right now, Ele Elna Elak is one of the most effective, geared towards resolving the water scarcity and making clean water and vegetables available to Gazans.

Donate if you can and share.

[st4rboyloser]

gotta run to google to make sure this phrase i’ve used correctly a million times before hasn’t changed meaning so i don’t use it incorrectly

[tragicbutpretty]

Alexa play tears by Sabrina Carpenter 🫦

(From Damien’s new insta post)

[jamesblackpotter]

The way all the hope gets sucked out of mickeys eyes when Ian tells him that he’s only visiting him because svetlana payed him is absolutely devastating

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 5th Birthday to

“Mark Conquers His Fear of Night Swimming”

[cruising-frog]

the gongoozler

[potato276]

Blow a kiss to the water for the gongoozler

[jjungkkook]

[minyoonjin]

kim "never let them know your next move" seokjin

+ the hat TT

[djoledo]

sweet dreams (pt.3)

pairing: neighbor!yoongi x female!reader

word count: 2.9k

summary: super hot neighbor yoongi feels really bad for leaving you high and dry… are you gonna let him make it up to you?

warnings: MDNI, 18+ onlyyyy i will block you <3 okay, here we go… feelings, anxiety!! alcoholic consumption (you both get slightly buzzed!), more kissing!!!! really hot kissing, grinding, yoongi calls you princess!!!, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (oh fuck), a bit of spit-play, penetrative sex, yoongi is a talker! (and the church said amen!)

note: omg!!!!!! wow you have all been so supportive of this series 🥺 thank you and i love you! finally the smut is here!!!!!!! (photos and banner used are not mine although i made the collage. all cred to original owners.)

(you can find the series masterlist here!)

yoongi is not fast.

an hour passes, then two, and soon it’s too late for you to even pretend like he’s actually coming back. the dishes sit dirty in the sink as you finally peel yourself away from the couch and trudge down the hall to your room. it’s fine, though, you keep telling yourself that, because he had plans with his friends anyway and he probably just got roped into staying with them.

it’s not like you’re his girlfriend, or something. 

what you don’t realize is that he had every intention of coming back, still does, but he knows it’s late and you’re probably in bed already. 

at namjoon’s studio.

“fuck,” yoongi grumbles, slamming his hands down on the desk, sending papers flying and making the keyboards rattle. “i didn’t want to have to be here for this long,” he spits angrily, even though he really can’t change the situation.

“sorry, hyung,” namjoon says softly, knowing this is all his fault. the guys were all hanging out here, lounging around when he started messing around with demos and then, because namjoon might be the clumsiest man on the planet, he accidentally deleted yoongi’s entire project from his harddrive. “are you gonna be able to recover it?”

“i’m working on it, joon,” yoongi snaps, softening immediately. “it should re-upload, it’s just taking a while and i don’t want to leave before it’s done.”

namjoon nods in understanding, uncapping a water bottle and taking a long swig from it.

back at your place. 

you sink into your soft bed, sliding under the duvet and yanking it up over your head. your heart is beating quicker now, rattling against your ribcage with anxiety because… why isn’t he back? he didn’t text you yet, what if he’s hurt? what if something happened? 

you take some deep breaths, holding four seconds and letting go four seconds. he doesn’t really owe you an explanation, even though you’d feel more at peace if you had one. he’s just busy, and that’s okay. breathe. go to sleep. maybe if you tell yourself that enough, it’ll sink in. 

you repeat it in your head like a mantra until it works, and suddenly it’s seven in the morning, and you’re waking up to turn off your shrill alarm for work. you roll out of bed, noticing a few missed texts from yoongi on your screen… but you don’t open them. is anxious avoidance going to be a good solution to this? no, but you need to get ready for work. 

you move mechanically through your routine but your phone… it’s staring at you. that little screen is burning you from across the room. check it. check it. check it. 

you’ll get to it, right? you can’t avoid him forever, he’s right across the hall… and it’s not like he did anything bad to you, he had prior plans…

but he saved you from a creep and expected nothing in return. he let you sleep in his bed. he fed you. he washed your clothes. he stayed for dinner. he watched your favorite movie. he kissed you better than anyone else ever has… 

fuck it. you grab your phone, opening the thread. 

yoongi!: you’re probably asleep. fuck. 

yoongi!: i’m so sorry. i’ll explain when i see you? i hope you aren’t mad. 

yoongi!: have a good day at work, come over after? 

you exhale a sharp breath you didn’t realize you were holding, and you reread the messages a few times before locking your cell and slipping it in your back pocket. you’ll reply… just not now. 

your shoes are by the door so you slip into them and sling your bag over your shoulder before running back to the bathroom to give yourself an extra once-over and to spritz on some more perfume before you head out and lock up. 

—

as always, work drones on. business meetings, project emails, one on one conferences… they’re all a very exhausting part of your everyday life. your boss seems to have it out for you this week, too, because you’re loaded down with about fifteen more tasks than your peers which has you working until the very second you need to punch the clock.

on your way home you realize you didn’t text yoongi back. hopefully he’s home.

once you’re home, and you’ve deposited your shit inside your apartment you bolt across the hall, tiny fist rapping your signature three knocks against the mahogany door. it swings open before you’ve even pulled your hand away. 

“fuck,” he runs his hands through his inky black hair, “thought you were mad at me.” he steps aside to let you walk in. 

“i’m not mad, per se,” you walk past him, sinking into his couch just like he’d done to yours the previous day. “work got busy, i meant to text you back… anyway… what happened?”

“i’ve been working on some new music, and helping namjoon with his, and he was trying to show off to the guys and accidentally deleted everything from his whole harddrive,” he explains, sitting next to you. 

“shit, yoongi. i’m so sorry, were you able to recover it, or…?”

he nods, reaching over to tentatively take your hand. “yeah, joon didn’t want to fuck it any further so i had to go install recovery software, make sure the files didn’t get overwritten, and save them to a completely different flash drive just in case because he will make the same mistake twice,” he chuffs a laugh. “i’m really sorry i left you hanging.” 

“it’s okay.”

“it’s not,” he says, meeting your eyes. “i was so frustrated at the situation. i’m sure you were, too.”

you squeeze his hand where it holds yours. “well, we’re here now, aren’t we? so, let’s try again.” 

he’s smiling now, nodding his head yes as he stands and pulls you into the kitchen. “wine?” he asks, tilting his head slightly. 

“red or white?” you counter, tapping your nails on his bar. “i’ve got both, which one sounds better?”

“i’d prefer red,” you reply, sliding on to a barstool. he pulls two crystal glasses down from his cabinets before producing a bottle of wine, half-full, from his fridge. is it expensive? no. is it going to do exactly what you need it to? yes.

he fills both glasses halfway while you admire an old framed photo of him and the guys that he has sitting there on the bar. “you guys look so young,” you laugh, “is that jimin with orange hair… damn.”

he walks around the bar, sitting the glasses down beside you before wrapping a strong arm around your waist from behind. “watch it,” he purrs against your ear. you shiver. 

“don’t worry, you’re still hotter. the mint green hair really suits you,” you bite your lip, still admiring the photo. “mhm. sure,” he sips his wine. 

you take a slow sip of your wine too, placing the photo back down. “you guys seem like you really love each other.” 

you’re met with a playful scoff as a response. “i guess,” he grumbles, but there’s mirth tugging at the corner of his mouth. “so, are we gonna watch something else or… listen to music, maybe?” 

“yeah, whatever you want,” he nods, helping you off the barstool and back to the couch. you bring the wine glass with you, taking another sip, immediately feeling the warmth spread over your body and particularly making you feel a bit more… bothered. 

yoongi dims the lights, sliding down onto the couch next to you, immediately pulling you flush to his side. he flicks the tv on and randomly presses play on some anime you’ve never seen before, because watching some form of cartoons seems to be your thing when you’re together. 

however, you can’t focus on the show. 

not when you can already feel the wine this much. not when you’re remembering what he tastes like. not when you can still almost feel how big he was pressed against you through your clothes. 

deft fingers tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and you realize you’re no longer holding your wine, nor is he. your bottom lip is captured between your teeth when you look up at him, and when your hungry gaze meets his he grabs you by the hips and hauls you straight into his lap. 

“having trouble focusing, baby?” he whispers, that goddamn smirk permanently plastered on his beautiful face. 

“fuck you,” you tease, no real heat behind it. 

“yeah, if you want,” he chuckles against your lips, finally kissing you again. your hands immediately tangle in his hair, tongue invading his mouth like you’ll die if this moment ever ends. 

“easy, princess. we have all night.”

it takes a lot to slow down, but you try. his lips are gentle, moving with yours slowly and intoxicating you more than your half-drunk wine ever could. his hands guide your hips to roll against his again, and you’re certain your eyes have rolled back far enough from the simple pleasure of this moment that they might actually get stuck.

“sound so pretty for me,” he murmurs into your neck, trailing kisses over your soft skin. “yoongi, please,” you whine, rocking your hips into his again. 

“please what?”

he pulls back from kissing your neck, pupils blown wide, hands still holding your hips steady against his thick arousal. “you want me to touch you?” 

you nod your head yes, chewing your bottom lip again. you’re flushed, you can feel your cheeks burning, and god, the alcohol you’ve consumed is really helping aid your arousal. “words, princess.” 

“yes, i want you to touch me,” your voice is thicker, lower. he slides you off his lap and places you back against the couch, your back nearly flat on the cushions while you prop yourself up on your elbows. he’s hovering over you now, fingers trailing just above your waistband, so you cant your hips upward for him to slide your pants and panties down your legs. “eager, hm?”

“shut up,” you whine, laying flat on your back and reaching for your waistband yourself. he laughs at your lack of patience, finally hooking his fingers next to yours and dragging the clothing teasingly down your body. “fuck.”

you look at up him, finding his eyes locked on your half naked body, and he looks like he wants to devour you. he slides down until his face is level with your dripping cunt and blows a cool stream of air over your clit. “yoongi—“

“patience.”

you huff frustratedly and throw your head back against the couch while the evil, evil man between your legs laughs. “don’t be like that, princess,” he coos, kissing your inner thigh. he switches to the other thigh, trailing kisses, licks, bites, until finally, he swipes his pointed tongue gently against your clit.

you mewl, immediately latching one hand in his hair while the other scrambles at the couch cushions. his mouth is a wicked thing between your thighs, licking and sucking and flicking, and soon you’re met with the steady intoxicating rhythm of two fingers fucking inside of your slick cunt. 

“yoongi, i’m so close,” you whine, borderline humping his face, and he has the audacity to laugh straight into your core while continuing to fuck you. a sharp flick of his wrist and lap of his tongue undoes you, and you’re coming apart on his face, release washing over you like your body has been dipped into a warm bathtub.

stars spark behind your eyes as the aftershocks shake over you, and when you look up to meet his gaze… he’s smirking. of course. with your slick glistening all over his face. he obscenely wipes his mouth to tease you, and you surge up to capture his lips in a heady kiss. he stands up, carrying you with him as your legs wrap instinctively around his waist, and walks you down the hall to his bedroom. 

your back hits the mattress with a soft thud, his body following, caging you in. the weight of him, the warmth, the way his breath hitches when your nails dig into his shoulders, it’s everything. his lips stay locked with yours, and his tongue is shoving your own taste back into your mouth as you moan loudly for him. he pulls away slightly and saliva strings from his mouth to yours, causing you both to moan. your lips are slack, so he lets some of the pooling spit in his mouth fall out and into your gaping maw. “yoongi,” you whine his name again, and he rolls his hips into yours hard. 

“you sound like a fucking dream,” he tells you, working his pants open and shoving them down. “you sound so sexy,” you respond, looking down eagerly to watch him free his cock from the confines of his pants. your mouth waters at the sight of him because, as expected, he’s big. he kicks his pants to the floor and you giggle while yanking your shirt and bra off. he yanks his shirt off with a quick tug, too.

his hand wraps around his length, stroking a few times, and you can’t control the whimper that falls from your mouth watching him. his cock is thick and veiny, just like his hands are, and you need him now. 

“please, i can’t wait any longer,” your voice is a shrill, needy thing. he reaches over to rummage through his side table for a condom, quickly tearing it open and rolling it over his painfully hard length. “you’re so greedy,” his voice rumbles in your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe as he lines up. 

he inches in slowly, your manicured nails biting into his forearms as you breathe through the stretch. “doing so good for me, baby,” he praises, and your whimper is music to his ears. when he’s finally bottomed out his lips meet your jaw, peppering soft kisses over your skin. “you can move,” you whine, tilting your hips up. 

one of his hands finds its home next to your head while the other hauls your leg higher over his hip, making his thrusts feel so much deeper. missionary is not your favorite, but with him? like this? you could stay this way forever. 

his body is pressed completely to yours but it’s not uncomfortable, it feels… safe. secure.

his lips are either kissing your soft skin or whispering dirty praises into your ear, and with every thrust your sensitive nipples brush against his, igniting goosebumps over your body. you’ve never felt this good in your life. your fingers are woven through his hair, something you seem to enjoy because you can’t keep your hands out of it, and his teeth graze over your pulse point as he continues to work you closer to the edge. 

once his nimble fingers find your clit again, you’re done for. “i’m right there,” you whimper, nails scoring down his back as he works his fingers and cock in tandem to tip you over. “i know, can feel you squeezing me,” he nips your earlobe. “cum for me, princess.” 

and… who are you to deny him? your back arches, your moan is so pornographic you can barely recognize your own voice, and your orgasm feels like it’s pulsing over you from head to toe. yoongi cums nearly immediately after because your tight heat is clenching around him so perfectly, and he pulls out with a teasing swipe of his thumb over your sensitive clit. 

he climbs off the bed just to take off the condom and tie it off, tossing it in the bin next to his bed, and then climbs back in over you to kiss the very satisfied smile off your lips. “lets get you cleaned up, hm?” he whispers, smiling as you nod your head yes, and then he’s lifting you to carry you to the shower.

—

this is the second time this week you’ve smelled like yoongi’s soap, but you’re not complaining. it’s also the second time you’ve worn his clothes, and laid in his bed… but, hey, it doesn’t sound so bad, does it? 

he’s in the kitchen, grabbing water and some chips while you order takeout on his phone. at first, you thought this might seem a little rushed, but you’re not mad at it. going with the flow kinda seems like yoongi’s vibe anyway. 

— 

your food arrives and you eat together in his bed, watching another ghibli movie that you half-heartedly pay attention to, and then he’s tossing the trash and turning the lights off and sliding in next to you again, only this time your back is pressed to his chest and his arms are locked around you like vices. 

both of you lay there still, breathing slowing down, letting the shared warmth pull you into a sleepy haze, until…

“it was chalk.”

“huh?” you ask, turning your face just slightly given the position you’re in. is he sleep talking?

“my mint hair. it was chalk. i was blonde.”

you laugh, raking your nails over the back of his hand lightly. “i bet you were a goddamn menace, too,” you reply, not even allowing yourself to imagine. 

“you have no fucking idea.”

extra note: here’s the photo i imagined he had framed! :) i think we’ve got one part left! <3 thank you for all the comments, likes, and reblogs! — chey/chai ☕️

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[minyoonjin]

some syoossy moments

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[orchidame]

[samantitheos]

[djoledo]

sweet dreams (pt.2)

pairing: neighbor!yoongi x female!reader

word count: 2.4k

summary: you get your stuff back from yoongi… and a little extra ;)

warnings: MDNI!!! 18+ onlyyy, i love blocking ppl!! implied age gap, lots of fluff (it’s just cute wtf!), yoongi lives to fluster you, a little… spice? (very heated kissing and such)!!! i used y/n once!

note: wow u guys actually liked my lil drabble soooo here’s part 2! a lil spicyyyy 😩 (photos and divider are not mine although i did make the collage. all cred to original owners.)

extra note: do y’all like chicken japchae?? i think i tend to like it more than beef. lol. ok bye :)

(part one is here!)

flashback — the day you moved in.

it had been raining all day. it was hot, sticky, wet, disgusting. your friends helped you get all your stuff upstairs and you were mostly settled… but your mind wasn’t going to let you rest until you had set up something exactly how you wanted it to look. that was always it for you, doing things in finality, no half-assing. 

you were wrestling with a sofa twice your size, trying to get it into the perfect spot, when someone knocked on your door. you looked a wreck, messy ponytail, big ass shirt hanging off your shoulders… who cared though, right? 

you walked over to the door and wrenched it open, only to be met with the most beautiful man you’d ever seen in your life. “this yours?” he asked, voice low and soft and rolling over your body like warm caramel. oh fuck.

in his outstretched arms was a box of vintage records. “yeah, i guess one of my friends left it in the hall, they were rushing out because the weathers so bad. thank you.”

“yeah, it’s bad out there, and no problem. you’ve got some good shit in there.”

“yeah,” you nod enthusiastically. “i really appreciate you giving it to me and not stealing it,” you laugh. 

“i thought about it,” he teases. “i’m yoongi, i’m right across the hall,” he nods to his door. you tell him your name and he repeats it like it’s sacred. “nice to meet you,” he adds, finally handing you the box. “you ever need anything, don’t forget, i’m right here,” he smiles, heading into his apartment. 

you close the door with your foot and place the box on the counter, heading back over to keep fighting with the sofa, this time with a bit extra pep in your step. 

yoongi. across the hall. right here if you need me. 

end of flashback. 

work was droning on and on and on… and yet, you hadn’t been focused on any of it. you couldn’t focus on anything at all except “your dress and your panties are still in my dryer. might wanna come get them later.”

when it was finally time to leave you sped to your building so fast you nearly forgot how you got there. did you speed through a red light? pass a parked officer? who knows? all you know is that you made it home, and now you’re busting out of the elevator to head right for yoongi’s door. you knock on it, three times… no answer. you try again, no answer. 

maybe he just isn’t home yet. with a sigh you turn and head for your door, unlocking it and stepping inside to immediately strip out of your work clothes and head for your shower. 

smelling like yoongi’s soap is nice, and it was a distraction all day, but you really need to get in your shower and use all your nice products and scrubs and really wash the ick of the day off your skin. you get to work, scrubbing and shaving and washing and all of the things, and by the time you step out your skin is pink and your hands are wrinkly.

after drying you keep going, slathering on creams and lotions and your deodorant and patting your perfume in before slipping on a fresh pair of panties, socks, and silk pajamas. you quickly run the brush through your hair and then… your stomach grumbles. 

you head to the kitchen, rifling through the cabinets til you finally decide you have enough ingredients to make japchae, because you have some leftover chicken in the fridge you need to use up. you start working, cooking the noodles. chopping the vegetables and making the sauce until it’s finally done, and smelling absolutely delicious, especially since you added extra sesame oil. 

you serve yourself some in a large bowl and head to the living room, turning on one of the lamps and the tv and then… knock knock knock. you can’t sit your bowl down fast enough. 

just like on the day you met him, you wrench the door open, but this time you aren’t shocked to see how handsome he looks standing there with something of yours in his hands. your dress is nearly folded, and your tiny little thong is perched on top of it. the smirk that seems permanently etched on his face is lethal. 

“i knocked earlier to come get my stuff.”

“mhm,” he nods. “i wasn’t home, and i’m going back out with the guys so i thought i’d bring it. was work okay?”

he’s asking you about work? 

“um, yeah? it was fine, why?” you ask, finally taking your clothes from his hands. “i thought i was your fake boyfriend, i’m showing concern,” he laughs as you swat at him. 

“i did what i had to do, okay?” you laugh too, and the look in his eyes is almost unbearably fond. “i know. you got there and home okay, though?” he asks.

you nod your head yes and he reaches over to ruffle your hair. “good. have a good night, okay?” 

“yeah, you too,” you say, voice small… why? are you… sad? he pauses for a moment and then shakes his head a little like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. he turns to lock his door while you still wait in your doorway, and you should go inside, but you can’t.

“i made japchae,” you blurt out, “just in case you… wanna eat before you go?”

he turns and meets you with a look so devilish you could melt into the floor. “if you want me to stay and hang out with you…” 

“i offered food, that’s all,” you lie, and he laughs. “i won’t pass on your cooking,” he smiles as you step aside to let him in.

you serve him a bowl as well and finally grab your discarded bowl off the coffee table before grabbing chopsticks for both of you. he sits next to you on the couch and you reach for the remote. “anything you wanna watch while we eat or…?” you ask, even though you’re sure he’s still planning on leaving after he’s done.

“wanna watch a ghibli movie?” he turns to look at you, “isn’t Ponyo your favorite?”

your mouth falls open. “…yes. how’d you know that?”

“you told hoseok a few weeks ago when i invited you over while the guys were over drinking at my place,” he shrugs, nonchalant. he heard you? and he remembered it?

flashback — a few weeks ago, drinking at yoongi’s.

the text had come through mid-afternoon, just a simple message from yoongi that had your heart beating against your chest. 

“i’m having the guys over for drinks later if you wanna join.”

you couldn’t wait to get off work and changed and head over, because yoongi’s friends were extremely fun and he basically gave you a free excuse to look at him all night. 

when the time finally came you marched across the hall, whiskey in hand, and knocked on the door. you were met with the most blinding smile you’d ever seen. “hiiii~” hoseok giggled, face already reddening as he steps aside to let you in.

“hi hobi,” you giggle back, “are you cut off yet?”

“absolutely,” jin chimes in, taking the whiskey from your hand. “good to see you again,” he nods. “you too!” you reply. you walk all the way inside and find yoongi around the coffee table with taehyung, namjoon and jimin playing some card game, and jungkook’s cooking in the kitchen. 

“hi everyone,” you greet with a small wave, and all the rest of the guys say hello back to you. yoongi pats the spot on the couch next to him so you sit while jin pours you a shot of whiskey. 

this is the third time you’ve hung out with him and his friends, the first being a night you walked across the hall to ask him if you could borrow mirin and ended up with you accidentally getting roped into a conversation if you had one butt or two, and the second they’d invited you over and you watched seven grown men bicker and argue over a board game like they were children. you liked it, though. their chaos was comforting, they accepted you immediately like you were their own. 

jin passes you your shot and you down it as fast as you can, and yoongi laughs as you grimace. 

“shut up,” you shove his shoulder, and a smirk tugs at his lips. “you wanna play?” he asks, shuffling the cards. “pass,” you answer quickly. “i’m not good at card games and watching the four of you argue will be funnier.”

he shrugs, dealing cards and starting the game over, and soon a warm weight settles next to your other side. “hey again, hobi,” you laugh as he sinks in next to you. “hi,” he whispers, still loud somehow. he grabs the remote and starts flicking through streaming apps, and eventually settles on a ghibli film. “you like My Neighbor Totoro?” hoseok asks, head lolling to the side so he can see you better, and you laugh while poking one of his cheeks that are now even redder somehow. “yeah, but Ponyo’s my favorite,” you whisper back, trying not to disturb the guys who are still playing cards. 

end of flashback.

“wow, i didn’t think you heard that,” you respond, chewing a bite of your food slowly. you grab the remote and search the movie up before pressing play.

“yeah, you were right next to me,” he laughs. the screen flickers soft white, blue, and purple hues over your faces as the movie begins to play, and you eat in that same comfortable silence like you did over your shared ramyeon the night before. when he finishes he takes his bowl to your sink, and you stand and follow to deposit yours as well, and also so you can say goodbye since he was only supposed to stay for dinner. 

when he starts toe-ing off his shoes and sauntering back over toward your couch, you tilt your head as if to ask you’re staying?

“was gonna finish the movie with you,” he shrugs, plopping onto the couch again like he owns it. you don’t argue, instead you beeline straight for the couch and settle in next to him again as if you hadn’t even gotten up. the movie continues to play, and over time you find yourself scooting closer and closer to his warmth til you’re practically pressed against him. 

you know he’s smirking. you don’t even have to look. 

“you cold?” his voice is a low purr in your ear. “mhm,” you hum, grabbing your throw blanket and wrapping it around you. as you begin to move away, he throws an arm around your shoulder. “share it with me.” 

you slide the blanket over his legs too and when a large, warm hand is tentatively placed on your thigh… you don’t shy away. instead, you find yourself sliding your hand beneath his and lacing your fingers together. he squeezes your hand in response. 

the movie keeps playing, and you’re actually watching until… you can feel him looking at you. you turn your head, meeting his gaze, and his eyes flick down to your lips for a split second. 

“yoongi,” you whisper, squeezing his hand yourself this time. 

“hm?” he leans closer, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “am i reading this situation wrong?” he whispers, loaded in the nearly dark living room. you shake your head no.

after what feels like an eternity… his lips meet yours. soft. warm. plush. moving in sync with yours like they should have met long ago, like kissing him was part of your destiny. 

his kisses turn heated but not rough as his tongue dips tentatively between your lips, and where normally you’d be a bit perturbed because you both just ate… you can’t bring yourself to care. his tongue slides fully into your mouth, rubbing against your own, and the whimper that escapes from you is nearly involuntary. he pulls away for a split second, like he’s checking something, and when you don’t seem interested in stopping he’s hauling you into his lap, your thighs straddling his hips.

the thick evidence of his arousal is straining against his jeans and pressed hot against the flimsy clothes covering your core. when his hands gently card through your hair as he brings his lips back to yours, you roll your hips down and you nearly feel triumphant at the guttural sound you wring from him. “fuck, y/n,” he purrs, pulling you closer. “gonna kill me.” 

you giggle, rolling your hips again only to be met with an equally forceful thrust, one that nearly knocks the wind from you. the kiss is heady now, your fingers tangled in his hair as your hips roll against each other. his hands slide beneath your silk sleep shirt, calloused fingers roaming the expanse of your back, and you’re practically mewling into his mouth because you can feel all of him pressed against you and fuck, he’s big. 

a particularly sharp roll of your hips has him throwing his head back, his hands leaving your hair to find your hips to guide you down harder against him when… his phone rings. 

he wants to ignore it, but after he declines the call and it starts ringing again, namjoon’s contact, he answers it. 

“what,” he hisses into the receiver, and you can’t hear namjoon but you can tell it’s not good. 

“when i get there, you’re all dead,” yoongi seethes, hanging up. “i’m so sorry, i’ve gotta go, those idiots—“ he starts, but when he sees your face, your wide eyes and already pink tinged cheeks… he almost caves. he almost says fuck it, and stays right here with you. 

“i’ll be back, okay? i just have to go help them before someone dies,” he says reluctantly, and you can tell he really doesn’t want to go. 

“it’s okay, thanks for staying for dinner and for watching the movie,” you say softly, sliding off his lap. “thank you for having me,” he responds, sliding his shoes on. you walk to the door with him, shoulders slumped, and as he turns to leave… he hesitates.

in one quick motion you’re hauled up against him, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, and you giggle as he pins you against your wall. “i will be right back,” he mumbles against your lips, kissing you again. “lock it behind me, okay?” 

“okay,” you nod, capturing his lips again. “you better hurry, though,” you tease as he places you back down. “i’m fast, baby,” he winks, heading out and into the hall, only looking back when he hears the door shut and the lock click. 

[thepunkpanther]

"Being normal is vastly overrated."

TJ MIKELOGAN's HALLOWEEN 2024 EVENT day 28: halloween nostalgia — HALLOWEENTOWN (1998) dir. Duwayne Dunham