Hello all! I didn’t have much time to interact with the board this year, (save me from the intense language test) but I did have three anons to my name, I was:
*upoof* *poof* 🥷🏼, where I went to talk about my most obvious fic: Take Five, Take Time, the third installment of a Grian voice recorder series.
and drumroll drumroll drumroll
🌌🎆 where I was figuring out backstory and stuff for In a Library, Grand and Old, which I am so happy I finished. I am loving how it feels, even after 3+ years as a WIP. I may make a series out of it. Who knows. Sugar is the one found this fic, and I’m particularly proud of my ‘please hold’ comment.
Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, heavy kissing, heavy petting, dry humping
Rating: 18 and over
Yoongi Drabble Gift # 1 of 3 for Ninja Anon 🥷
Permanent Tag List: @mochilicious-yoongi @heyimtavia
“Quick, quick, run!” You shouted at Yoongi. The rain pouring down from the sky in heavy waves. Your sweet backyard picnic spoiled in a matter of seconds. Yoongi scrambled to yank the edges of the picnic blanket together and haul everything inside at once. “Just leave it silly man!” You holler, waiting for him under the canopy of your deck. He successfully grabs everything, giving a high-pitched squeal whilst making his way towards you. You can't help but giggle, moving off to the side so he can run in. “Just drop it on the floor.” You point to the right of him. “No, it's ok. The kitchen isn't far.” He hurries into the kitchen, his now bare feet plopping wet against the hard wood. He drops the wrapped remnants of your lunch on the counter and hurries along behind you to your bedroom.
This was the first time you and Yoongi had been alone in the house without your parents being around. You hadn't been dating too long but were already head over heels for one another, spending as much time together as possible. You make your way into your bedroom and grab fresh towels from your bathroom, handing one to Yoongi. “Wanna give me your jeans and shirt? I'll throw them in the drier and I can grab some pajamas from my dad's drawers for you in the meantime.” “Uh,” Yoongi looks down at his soaked clothing then up again at you, “S-sure.” You walked off to your parents' room and grab a white tee and flannel pajama pants. Upon entering your bedroom, Yoongi was bare chested, jeans unbuttoned, and drying off. You stopped dead in your tracks, looking at his porcelain skin wide eyed. He was gorgeous and you couldn’t help but drool. You had never changed in front of one another, never seen each other nude, never done anything more than tap kiss. Yoongi turns to you and chuckles nervously. “For me?” He points at the clothes in your hands causing you to snap out of it. “Yes. Here you go.” He takes the clothing from you, dropping it on the bed in front of him.
You stand close to him admiring how beautiful he is as you remove your soaked jeans. He smiles at you leaning in slowly. “Thank you jagi.” He whispers with a soft kiss on your lips. He goes back to drying, lowering his jeans and taking a seat on the bed to tug them off at his ankles. You watch him carefully, slowly removing your shirt. He passes the towel along his legs before bringing it up to rub along his head and hair. “Yoongi.” You whisper. “Yes jagi.” He stops. You move towards him, your body heated, capturing his pout in a desperate kiss. You rub your hands up his exposed chest, linking your fingers behind his neck. He moans softly, seemingly taken aback by your forwardness. He tries to pull away, but you groan in displeasure, nibbling gently on his bottom lip. He soon falls into a sensual rhythm with you, gliding his hands up along the backs of your thighs. You mewl when you feel his large warm hands on the soft flesh of your bottom, kneading and gripping at your ass. He tugs you towards him, wrapping your legs around his waist, sure to never break the kiss. You had only ever planted soft pecks on each other, but this was different and Yoongi was an excellent kisser! The way he commanded your mouth, swirling his tongue expertly around yours. Switching between suckling on your top and bottom lip with ease before invading your mouth with his slick tongue again. You couldn’t help the moans escaping your mouth, your body igniting with a deep lust. You felt your core throb and you suddenly began to rock into Yoongi’s lap gently. Yoongi moaned deeply, bringing one hand up to cup one of your full breasts, the other hand resting on the small of your back, his long slender fingers pressing into the supple flesh of your bum.
You sucked in a breath at the feeling of Yoongi’s growing erection between your thighs. You pull away from the kiss, “I don’t want to rush.” “Of course, jagi! We can stop if you want.” He whispers, his voice thick with lust. You shake your head, the fullness of his member pressing through his underwear and against your soaked panties having you needy. He looks down at your kiss swollen lips, then up again at your wide lust filled expression and he can't help but pull you across his twitching length. You moan his name, pressing your lips against his again. He invades your mouth, driving you wild with his tongue. He soon moves to your neck, suckling on your skin, leaving a purple mark in its wake. He then moves down to your collar bone to nibble along it, seemingly spelling out his name with his tongue. You release a shuddered breath, rocking into his lap aggressively now. His trembling breath against your skin turning you on and motivating you to press harder against him. He can’t help but lower both hands to your hips as you move your hands up into his soft hair, tugging his head back to kiss him deeply.
You’re both out of breath but neither one is willing to stop kissing the other. Yoongi moans needily into your mouth, leaning back onto the bed, your lips finally parting. You both gasp for breath and you hungrily adjust yourself against his throbbing hard on, mewling when you see the reddened tip poking out from the fly of his underwear. The sight alone has your center seizing and you begin to dry hump Yoongi relentlessly. His groans fuel to keep you chasing both your highs. You dig your nails into his shoulders, crying out when he stretches his gorgeous neck to tug down the cup of your bra and latch onto one of your perky nipples. He releases it with a loud pop, switching to the other side to suckle on the other nipple. He releases your bud, grasping both breasts in his large hands to knead them, moaning softly when you lower your upper body to take his pout in what turns into a painful kiss, all teeth and tongue. Yoongi grips your hips tightly, taking command of the kiss, dragging you desperately along his shaft. You both moan into each other mouths, panting messes, so in need of one another. Your swollen bud electrifying with each thrust. “I… I think I’m close.” You gasp loudly, your skin goosing. “Me too jagi. Don’t stop. This feels so amazing.” He groans, his head falling back. You move faster, your core burning, belly tightening. “Yoongiiii.” You whimper, your body quaking as your orgasm rips through you. It doesn’t take long for Yoongi’s breath to hasten, a low growl leaving his lips. He drops back completely on the bed and soon you feel his cock twitch. You continue to thrust along his length, watching in awe as long white strands shoot from his exposed tip onto his belly and hip. You moan at the sight, thrusting harder. “OK, ok. It’s too much.” He grips at your hips, well past the point of overstimulation. He lifts off the bed to plant kisses along your jaw and on your lips. “That was so sexy. You are so beautiful.” He plants a gentle peck on your lips. “That was intense.” You admit. Yoongi chuckles, nodding and kissing you again. “Is it ok if I shower in your parents’ bathroom?” “Of course.” You smile, standing now and watching Yoongi tuck himself away. “Maybe after we can finish that picnic. The rain seems to have stopped.” He suggests, pointing at the window. You nod, leaning in to kiss him again. “Great. See you in a bit.” He whispers, heading off. You gather the clothes he’s left behind to take to the dryer, smelling his shirt beforehand. Reveling in the sweetness that is Min Yoongi.
ninja-san here. You may know me, you may not. I stay in the shadows, though I'm here and like you a lot.
ngl u give off some lowkey @moccahobi vibes ninja-san, but I m not convinced. are you mayhaps one of my readers? 🤔 *scratches her head in real time* afjafja in the shadows or not, please know that I appreciate your presence so very much and am really glad that you like it here 🥰 I like you a lot too my bad ass, kunai wielding ninja-san 💞🌺🥺
NINJA ANON!!! what's ur favourite dessert/sweet ?????????
I really wanna make a joke about this certain food, but my wife would pout at me, so I'll just say chocolate ice cream! :D
Especially the one mixed with yema. OMG-
Y E M A
It's this type of Filipino candy and hhhhh I get so happy even if I get just one tiny piece. It's the best?? T-T But yema IN ice cream? PERFECTION, I TELL YOU ❤❤❤
Sadly, it's pretty expensive, so I only get to try it once a year. I'd like to try making some of my own if I could. That would make me the happiest bean ever-WAIT I'M RAMBLING DGDKDKKD why did you have to ask about food of all things gdkdknd
*smoke bombs* Ninja Anon is here (I hope you remember me) to say that she still loves your art. Especially your old GF art. I hope school is going good for you and I hope to see more art from you whenever you have the time
Oh man thank you, Ninja Anon! Sorry I’m quite late with these replies but do know that I’m grateful for your words. School doing fine, really busy right now and the third year hasn’t even started yet (we have a big important exam right at the beginning of the year so I’ve been preparing for that). The game studies are doing fine too, busy, but fine. I’m a bit concerned about my mental health at the moment because of the tight schedule and depression but I’m sure I’ll manage. Glad ye still like my old art, even if I haven’t really posted the old grunks here for a while (note to self; remember to draw the old grunks again). I hope you’re having a good day and thanks for dropping by!
Can you share anything with us about your new fic? <3
Sure! I went looking for a snippet, but then I thought maybe I’d try to summarize it a bit.
Ok, so, Louis and Harry have known each other their whole lives. Their families are friends, etc. they grew up vacationing together every summer, but never really saw each other the rest of the time because they didn’t live near each other.
They’re close when they’re young, or closer anyway. But when they’re older, it’s basically one thing after another that kind of goes wrong. They piss each other off, don’t speak for years, then piss each other off again. And like… all this time… OH! They are 45 years old in the present day in this fic. That’s important! Silver fox Louis! Right, so all this time, their families are good friends. Louis’ sisters are in Gemma’s wedding, and they all keep in touch sort of around? Louis and Harry.
So this vacation place is a beach house that their parents all bought together and whoa hey! A hurricane is on the way! Some shit goes down, Louis rides into to town, Harry shows up, they get stuck together. Things happen.
Is this making sense? I hope so because I’m kind of tired. And I’m on my phone.
Maybe a teeny snippet:
Louis brushes his teeth and splashes some water on his face, then runs his damp fingers through his hair and tries to get some of the tangles out. His scruff is halfway to a full beard now and he ponders what that would actually look like. With the silver at his temples and the gray throughout the rest of his hair, would he look older with a beard that’s mostly gray as well? He sighs quietly and scratches at his jaw. Looks like he’s going to find out, since he hadn’t bothered to pack his razor.
His jeans and boots are under the bed and his leather jacket is hanging on the hook on the back of the bedroom door. He finds a clean t-shirt in his saddlebags, and throws his clothes on the bed. It’s too hot to get dressed until the last possible second. Once he’s picked up all of his dirty clothes, he shoves them into his saddlebags along with his shampoo and the rest of his things, then makes one last pass around the house, and goes back to his room to get dressed.
Too bad it’s so fucking hot outside, or Louis would want to wear these clothes every day. In his favorite pair of jeans, soft and faded in all the right places from years of wear, his Doc Martens boots, white t-shirt, and his vintage black leather jacket, he always feels absolutely bad ass. He throws his saddlebags over one shoulder, pushes his glasses up where they’d slid down his nose, hooks his finger in the collar of his jacket, slings it over his other shoulder, and goes looking for Harry.
His things are all gone from the bedroom and bathroom, even the cooler is gone from the living room, and the key is hanging from the deadbolt lock, so Louis shuts the door and locks it, then heads down the stairs.
Harry’s at the bottom of the stairs, emptying the melted ice and water from the cooler. When he hears Louis’ boots on the stairs, he stands up and turns around.
“Uh…” Harry reaches up and pulls his sunglasses off the top of his head and slides them over his eyes, then he runs his fingers through his hair and scratches at the back of his neck. “Um… I called Liam. He’s at the store waiting for us.”
“Oh, good.” Louis motions toward the cooler. “That’s his.”
“Yeah.” Harry picks it up and shakes the last of the water out of it, then closes the lid.
Louis walks past Harry to his truck and wedges his bags behind the passenger seat. “Um… Did you lock up?” Harry asks.
“Yep. Ready to go when you are.”
Louis turns back to Harry, who’s apparently just standing there watching him. Harry nods and attempts to lifts the cooler up onto the edge of the truck without looking, but instead of setting it inside the bed, he drops it back down on the ground and, evidently, on his foot.
When Harry finishes cursing himself, Louis says, “I have no idea how you ever managed to work construction and not accidentally nail your hand to a wall or something. You’re like, the clumsiest person I’ve ever known.”
Harry carefully lifts the cooler and sets it inside the bed of the truck. “Um, yeah… I, um…”
Louis is waiting by the passenger door, but he’s not going to climb inside the truck until Harry does. It’s too hot and he’s wearing jeans and boots, for fuck’s sake. So he rests his forearms on the roof of the truck and watches Harry who’s basically just standing there by the driver’s side door doing and saying nothing at all.
Louis clears his throat. “Styles.”
“Hmm?”
Louis can’t tell if Harry’s looking straight at him or not, his sunglasses are too dark. “Are we leaving?”
The furrow between his eyebrows deepens. “What?”
“Are we leaving now?” Louis tilts his head and speaks loud and clear. “Do you need to run back upstairs for your hearing aid or something?”
“Oh…” Harry looks confused for a second. “Shut the fuck up, Louis, and get in the truck.” He finally opens the door and slides behind the wheel, so Louis follows suit.
I saw you tagged 'new wave' under Double K post, actually he is no longer under new wave. He is now under green wave which is own new label 😊 -a ninja lurking on this dope tumblr page 😂✌-
aw man seriously? i thought he was still in new wave
green wave is… like.. one word difference AHHAHA thanks!
but i keep thinking about like y/n and yoongi being in a new relationship and they’ve only ever kissed, but like just small pecks and then one day they have a heated make out session but they don’t want to have s3x yet so they end up pleasuring each other in other ways... it can be anything just not penetration
btw love your writing 💘
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I love this! You got it 🥷 anon! I'll start working on this. Thank you for your kind words!! 💜💙🥰 See you soon.
