I School Days
1. Show up to class a little early. It’ll give you time to set up, read over some old notes, put your water bottle/thermos on your desk, fill out your planner if you couldn’t in the previous period(s), check your planner to see if you have something on that day etc.
2. Sit in the front or second row. I’m serious, you will definitely benefit. Write detailed class notes. Pick whatever system works for you. I usually write my titles in red pen, notes in black pen, underline points that are repeated/emphasised, highlight keywords at home
3. If you have time at school, do as much homework as you can. If you know you have commitments that day, please for the love of your education do your homework at lunch. I know you might feel awkward, but your friends will understand.
4. When you get home, first list down all the homework received that day on a q card (cross off as you go). Then write the same tasks in your bullet journal, but as a daily spread. Use stayfocusd or self control for mac + leave phone in a different room. FINISH ALL OF YOUR HOMEWORK. If for some reason you couldn’t complete a homework task, write it on a sticky note and place it on your wall. After homework is done, write your revision notes (flashcard the info as well). Place the notes in your accordion folder/binder. If you have some loose sheets at any point, place them in a ‘To Be Filed’ box. Sort that out when you’re packing your bag for the next day.
5. Go through the flashcards made that day and the flashcards made on the previous days.
List out all assignments/assessments on another q card with their due dates. This will come in handy later.
6. Pack your bag the night before. Remember your accordion folder + make sure your ‘To Be Filed’ box is empty. Put water bottle in the fridge and make meals for the next day.
7. The next day, wake up early, complete any unfinished homework, go through flashcards again, read through revision notes, make lunch for the day, put laptop in bag, put food + water in bag, exercise (esp if you have commitments after school), shower, change, blah blah blah. Only do this if your schedule is packed, and in my case, this is a must.
1. On Friday nights, first off, do homework. You will thank yourself for it. Whip out that list of assessments/assignments and allocate half days to knock off at least two of these little assholes. Work ahead, you will feel much better.
2. Do your readings. For English, knock off some wider reading novels, for HSIE, knock off some textbook unit readings (two units ahead), for science, knock off some more textbook readings. Write summaries of each page. Type these summaries. Print these summaries. Place in accordion folder/binder. Flashcard the info. Spend like half a day doing this lmao.
3. Spend 1-2 hours going through the flashcards you made that week for each subject. This counts as studying my friend.
III Weekends When You Actually Have Assessments
1. Due to your working ahead, homework completion and readings, you shouldn’t be panicking too much. Get those revision notes and slot in the textbook readings notes. Highlight, annotate, read aloud, go through flashcards and get someone to test you on the content. Make sure you know all terms, formulae, key concepts, vocabulary etc etc
2. As for assignments, again due to your working ahead just print them out and heavily edit those little asshats. Then type the edits into the doc. Repeat this process four times. Then get someone to read it. Make sure all your assignments are on your USB + email them to yourself because you never fucking know tbh.
3. You’ll probs have to sacrifice your reading time but that’s chill because the teacher/prof will probably be focusing on prepping you for the actual assessment + you gotta do what you gotta do.
Seriously, just do your homework the day you receive it, write revision notes, do your readings, write notes on those readings, make flashcards, knock out assignments as soon as you know they actually exist, read every wider reading novel (analyse these novels), read your required readings (analyse this too), go over flashcards every morning/afternoon, make use of spare time in class, do homework at lunch if needed, stick to your schedule, buy coffee/hot chocolate in the mornings and put it in a thermos, keep a necessities pouch in your bag, keep your P.E shoes in your locker, use a planner, track your spending, wash your hair, brush your hair, go to commitments, attend school events, attend events you’re invited to, go shopping, watch movies, be kind to yourself, take bubble baths, light candles, listen to music, SLEEP, get that A and most importantly be proud of yourself.
Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?
Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst
Warnings: Strong language at times, maybe some slight smut eventually
“So you do know him.” Yoongi said dryly once Taehyung was gone.
“Not very well.” You said honestly. Yoongi didn’t have the chance to ask further questions, as other people had things to say to him. You drifted off to the side of the room where Namjoon was standing. He had been there for the meeting, sitting far in the back and watching how things went. You gave him a nod as you approached, and he returned it with a smile.
“So he invited you to the meeting.” Namjoon said knowingly. You weren’t sure why this seemed so surprising to him, though.
“It is part of my job, isn’t it?” You raised an eyebrow. Seokjin looked shocked earlier as well, and you now guessed that it had something to do with your attending the meeting.
“Yeah, Yoongi just isn’t always very good at letting people do their jobs. And especially because your new, I just… Wasn’t expecting it.”
“I thought you said you had a good feeling about me?” You pointed out.
“I did. I mean, I do. I just…” He tried to backtrack, and you almost felt bad for putting him on the spot like that.
“It’s fine. I wasn’t expecting it either. But I guess it’s a good thing, right?” You glanced over your shoulder at Yoongi as you spoke.
“I certainly hope so.” Namjoon sighed. “I’m tired of replacing his secretaries. Do you know Kim Taehyung, by the way? It looked like he knew you.”
You grimaced. You didn’t want to think about Taehyung right then, the fact that he had let you believe that he was someone else. After the previous night, you thought there might be something between the two of you. But now? You didn’t think you could trust him anymore than you could the people you worked with. “It’s… A long story.” You evaded. “What’s the big deal about him?” Yoongi seemed tense while talking to Taehyung, and you got the impression that the multi-millionaire wasn’t intimidated by many.
“Well, for one thing, he owns a ridiculous number of shares in the company. And not only to all the other shareholders adore him, they’ve tried to get him on the board of directors several times.”
“And that’s bad because…?” You prompted.
“Because he does things differently, and no one has any idea what he would do if he did get the position. Yoongi has people on the board who don’t question things too much, let him do what he feels is best.”
“And he thinks Taehyung would ask questions?” You didn’t feel like you were getting any real answers. Namjoon sighed.
“Not just ask questions. He would change things. Taehyung… Isn’t from this kind of life. Yoongi grew up in the business, was trained since he was a kid so he’d be ready to inherit it from his father.”
“And Taehyung?” You wanted to know as much about him as you could before you ran into him again–though you hoped that wouldn’t be any time soon, if ever.
“Taehyung came from nothing. He wasn’t a prodigy, his family didn’t have money. He didn’t even go to an impressive college.”
Something wasn’t adding up, and you frowned at the door he had disappeared through. “So how did he afford shares in the company, then?”
Namjoon shrugged. “Hard work. Some smart investing, supposedly. No one’s entirely sure, that’s the thing. He just showed up to the shareholders meeting one day with that permanent smile of his. It’s never been that big of a deal because he never showed that much of an interest, but he doesn’t know the first thing about what we do.”
You shook your head. You didn’t want to think about Taehyung anymore. The more you heard, the more you felt like you really had no idea who he was, which wasn’t a pleasant feeling. You said a quick “see you later” to Namjoon before joining Yoongi as he stacked the papers and notes from the meeting. Nearly everyone else had already left by now, and it wasn’t long before only the two of you remained.
“Are you going to tell me how you know him?” Yoongi asked as he handed you the stack of notes, several files, and a notebook. You knew he had to be talking about Taehyung, and you sighed.
“I can. But I’d rather not.” You adjusted the papers in your arms as the two of you began walking to the door. Yoongi nodded slowly.
“Don’t, then. I’m only curious.”
You were surprised by this. As paranoid as Yoongi was, you were half expecting him to accuse you of being a spy for Taehyung. But Yoongi still looked exhausted from his all-nighter, and you supposed that he didn’t have the energy to be an ass at the moment.
Your theory was proven wrong once you returned to the tenth floor, however, when he told you to go back down to the third floor and bring him two very specific boxes of files. He didn’t tell you why he needed them, just that you had to get them. Now.
It took a good thirty minutes to find one of the boxes, and another forty-five to dig out the second. Your hair was falling out of place by the time you made your way to the elevator with the boxes in your arms, and you almost didn’t notice the man who was already standing there.
“Afternoon.” You greeted him before realizing who it was. Jungkook glanced over at you, giving you a smile.
Robert Patrick: Man, she [Gillian Anderson] was fun to work with.
Kim Manners: She was…Do you remember, I think this was one of your first experiences with Gilly boards.
Robert: Oh, yeah, yeah.
Kim: We’d build these little ramps and she would walk in for an over-shoulder shot; she’d come up a little ramp and you had to learn how to walk and step over it without looking like you were stepping over things, because she was so short.
I just realized today that SAI ver.2 has a file recovery system. no idea how I overlooked this little gem, but it popped up on its own after I lost work due to a power outage.
turns out it isn’t limited to only files recovered after a crash. it even recovers files that were never saved at all! it even includes the undo history! if only I knew about this the times I accidentally resized and saved the wrong open files…
you can open the recover work dialog box manually through the File menu, and tweak it further under Help/Options.
anyway, just wanted to share! hope someone finds this useful!
where you trip over some boxes/files that were left on the floor by Yoongi (your crush and a long-ish time friend) and spill coffee you had on your new shirt. he wants to by you dinner as an apology and things take off when he wants to drive you home ^^
THIS IS SO SHIT HONESTLY I WANT TO CRY BUT I HAD NOTHING ELSE TO POST AND THIS IS ONE OF THE FIRST REQUESTS I HAD EVER GOTTEN, I AM SO SORRY IT HAS TAKEN FUCKING MONTHS TO POST THIS AND IM SORRY ITS SO SHITTY <3
Your arms were engulfed with coffee cups and folders as you rushed to your desk. You were already 5 minutes late, and you knew your boss wouldn’t be happy.
Fuck you hated your job.
You saw people exchange glances as you sat on the small table, slamming the folders down carelessly. You were in no mood to return fake smiles today. “Now that’s not the right attitude to come into work with.” The, deep, tense voice that made your smile turn into a frown every time your ears recognised it. You turned to look behind you, to see him. His jet black hair seemed glossy, a smug smirk placed on his lips as he looked down at you. You turned back to your computer screen.
“Sorry, Mr. Min..” You mumbled, typing impatiently as you tried to ignore your bosses presence.
“No need to apologise, Y/N, but you need to understand, that in this company, we all have a positive attitude.” He whispered from behind you, his lips inches away from your ear.
You couldn’t help but snort at his remark. Was he that stupid to not realise that not fucking everyone was as happy and cheery as him? Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the unusual sound that escaped you.
“Yes.” You nodded, breaking the awkward silence that was taking place between the two of you.
“Okay, good.” Yoongi nodded, his hand squeezed your shoulder. The warmth against your clothed skin made you feel slightly uncomfortable at his unnecessary touch.
“Please don’t touch me.” You asked, your voice blank as you tried to stare at the computer screen. Failing in the process. Your eyes travelled to his large hand, veins bulging as he gripped your shoulder.
Although you had no possible intimate feelings towards your boss. You had to admit that he was a handsome man, and that if you were to have a ‘crush’ on this man, you would gladly fall at his feet.
“You must have taken my sign of reassurance out of context, I apologise Y/N” Yoongi chuckled, his hand falling by his side again, a smirk playing at his rosy pink lips.
“Well I apologise for taking it out of context, Mr. Min.” You smiled, turning around so you were facing him once again.
“Please, call me Yoongi” Yoongi smiled down at you, his hands now placed behind his back. He was indeed a formal man, who was enthusiastic enough to keep his workers irritated and tired 24/7.
“Okay, Yoongi, now please can I get back to my work?” You asked, annoyed at his lingering presence.
Usually people would scurry away from your boss, trying their best to ‘behave’ in a formal manner. To look good in front of him. To be like him.
But you decided to turn the other way, being honest and rude to him as much as you could. You couldn’t help it. He just seemed to dehumanise everything in his way, and you weren’t going to let the impact he had on other people, affect you.
“Of course” He nodded at you, patting your shoulder once more before turning his back to you and walking to his office.
“Oh fuck this” You breathed out, your eyes glancing at your watch.
You were going to be late, again.
You sipped your at your coffee, hissing as you swallowed the scorching hot liquid, you took no notice of your untied shoes, and before you knew it, you were tripping over your own feet, the hot beverage spilling carelessly over your hand.
You cussed, trying you hardest to focus on the way you were going.
You yelped, crashing against a soft chest. The large hands found their way to your hips as everything you had once carried was now on the ground. You cussed as you felt a sting against your chest, a painful, burning sensation that had settled there.
“Woah, hey, those boxes shouldn’t have been there” A deep, soft chuckle broke the awkward silence.
“Shit.” You muttered, wincing as you started to realise that your face and body was pressed up against Min Yoongi’s, you slowly pulled your face away from his chest, to look up at him, flustered and embarrassed at the position you were both in.
His eyes studied your shy, guilt ridden face before travelling down to your chest, where the coffee had made your sheer red blouse expose your black, lace bra. Your breasts looked so plump and round in the wet shirt, that it was merely impossible for him to not think about dirty things.
“Y-you look like you’re in pain.” Yoongi stuttered, grabbing your wrists and pulling you out of the way of the boxes and anything that could possibly cause another commotion.
“Yoongi, I am fine.” You reassured him, trying to pull away from his firm grasp.
You could see the lust in his eyes, you could smell his desire. He wanted you so badly, seeing you, there, with your breasts practically exposed as your teeth overlapped your bottom lip in a why that turned Yoongi on.
You turned him on.
Yoongi thought for a moment, before releasing his grip from your wrists, a smile playing on his lips. “I should have looked where I was going, I was actually looking to see where you were-” He started, running a thumb across your heated cheeks.
God dammit why was he always following you.
“You know, to see if you had those files I needed for the meeting later this evening.” He smiled, shaking his head as he thought about your shocked expression when you had collided with Yoongis chest. He felt comforted by you, the weight between you two had been such a stimulating experience, even if it only lasted a minute or two.
You cussed under your breath. Yoongi had specifically told you to bring those files today. The meeting he was going to was practically his promotion on the line.
And you had let him down, once again.
“Shit, I’ll go home straight away and get them, I am so sorry, I was in such a rush this morning and-”
“How about we go out for lunch, and then I can overlook the papers with you, so were both confident about the level of work?” Yoongi asked, grinning.
“I mean, I guess so. But I have to change, I can’t go anywhere looking like this.”
“In my eyes, you look gorgeous-”
“Watch it, Yoongi.”
“But if you are worried about your appearance, I would happily drive you to your home so you can change.”
You hesitated, but nodded, turning around, grabbing the folders you had brought with you to work and threw them on your desk. You were coming back later anyway.
On the car drive home all Yoongi could look and think about was you and your body. The way the seatbelt wrapped around your curvy body made your breasts pop out made him grow, but Yoongi was a man who could control himself in these types of situations.
“Turn right” You told your boss, your voice hoarse and shaky.
You were nervous to say the least.. You had never really interacted with Yoongi out of work, so this was a first for you.
“Just park there, my car got towed a couple days ago so theres a free spot.” you mumble, pointing at the empty space.
You stepped out of the car, hissing as the cold air hit you. Rushing to the door, you unlocked it, motioning him to come inside quickly, it was cold, and your apartment was warm, cold usually overtakes heat at a rapid pace. And you liked being warm.
Without argument Yoongi rushed inside, looking around the room. It seemed cozy, a suitable size for someone who lived alone. He couldn’t complain.
“I’ll be 5 minutes, make yourself at home.” You muttered, strolling to your bedroom, grasping clothes from your wardrobe as if it was a race.
You slipped out of your clothes and placed on a white button up shirt and black jeans slipping on grey converse. You weren’t going to make yourself look sophisticated, you were too tired.
Yoongi looked around your apartement, his long slender fingers trailing across old novels that had been shoved into the oak wooden bookcase, to never be used again.
Without thinking he had walked right into your room. You were facing away from the door. But he saw you. In all your glory.
Your black, lace underwear hooked onto your hips, your ass lightly bouncing as you hummed softly to yourself. He looked at the mirror tactically, to get a better view of those beautiful breasts.
Fuck he shouldn’t be doing this.
He forcefully pulled himself away from the door, walking quietly back to the living room, Yoongi slumped onto the sofa. taking a deep breath, he inhaled your sweet, musky scent. The house smelt just like you, like it was embedded with roses and pine.
“I’m sorry for taking more than five minutes” You chuckled, standing infront of him sheepishly.
He smirked, standing up before gesturing you towards the door. You nodded, grabbing the files that were intended to go with you this morning.
Yoongi had told you that you were going for lunch. Not to the fanciest restaurant in town.
“I’ll just have the steak, tender, with fries.” Yoongi nodded at the waiter, passing his menu to him.
“Can I just have the pasta?” You asked shyly, passing him the menu too, thanking him as he walked away.
“You don’t need to be so shy..” Yoongi laughed, clapping his hands together as he stared down at the files.
“Ah, yes” You placed the papers on the table and started to go through them with him, pointing out your mistakes and what you thought could be improved.
He loved the way you spoke. You talked too fast, and that made him smile. And whenever you asked what was so funny, he would just shake his head and waver his hand for you to carry on with the conversation.
The way your fingers fumbled with your bracelet whenever you admitted to a mis-correction in the work. It made him smile. The way your cheeks puffed out as you started to get more tipsy. It made him smile.
Everything you did, made him smile.
You made him smile.
You both staggered out of the restaurant, giggles and chuckles muffled by the wind. Yoongi waved his hand out for a taxi. Once one had accepted the request, you both slid into the back.
“Fuck.” He hissed, shaking his head.
“I must have left my phone at yours.” He sighed, apologising for the inconvenience.
“Its okay, just come and get it” you shrugged, resting your head against the window. It felt cold against your heated skin.
You gave directions to the taxi driver, sitting quietly.
Yoongi glanced at you, he bit his lip. You looked so fucking hot. Your hair was stuck to your face from the heat inside of the restaurant, he bit his lip, looking away.
You gestured for him to come back inside of you apartment, throwing your coat onto the dining room chair carelessly. You turned to face him. You had to admit, within the past few hours, you had started to feel squirmish. There was no lying that you were drunk. But even when you were sober, you felt too comfortable with him.
How about you tease him?
Everyone teases, it cant be that bad, right?
You decided to go with the choice that could possibly make you lose your job. You looked at him, his black hair was messy from the heat and rain, his face was shiny from the humidity in the restaurant, he looked so inviting.
“Yoongi..” You smiled kindly, your voice seemed to had become higher within seconds of making your decision.
“Yes?” He looked at you, his brown eyes locking with yours, He was intimidating, even when you were drunk, you could still see the danger in those orbs.
“Its getting pretty late, I mean, you could bunk here for the night?” You stammered, your voice laced with alchohol.
“Are you sure? I mean I could just take a cab home.” He suggested, biting his lip as he smiled.
“I’m sure.” You gave a laugh, walking to the kitchen before grabbing a bottle of wine, “Wine?” You asked, stumbling slightly as you grabbed a wine glass, waiting for an answer.
“Of course.” Yoongi chuckled as he watched you from the sofa, smirking at your drunken state.
You poured the liquid, spilling some of it on the white kitchen top, causing a pool of red booze to form around the half filled glasses. Picking them up you brought them to the oak coffee table, leaving the spillage in the kitchen to miraculously clean itself.
It had been a couple of hours or so since Yoongi and you had stumbled into your apartment ‘under the influence’, and you both had started to sober up.
But that didn’t stop you two from flirting with each other.
During the hours the two of you had spent together, you had started to tease, subtly, unbuttoning the buttons on your shirt leisurely, until the crease of your breasts was exposed. You could see him starting to stare at your chest more and more throughout conversations, his eyes laced with lust and desire.
“Don’t do that.” You smirked, raising your eyebrow accusingly at the young man.
“Hm?” He snapped his head back up to your face, shaking away his devilish thoughts.
“Look at my chest while we’re talking about smoking in offices.” You chuckled, biting your lip purposefully
“That’s not the only thing that’s smoking tonight..” Yoongi gave a growl, his hand creeping up to your thigh.
“And what would that ‘thing’ be?” You breathed out, leaning in closer to him, you could feel his hot breath radiating off your nose.
“You.” He whispered, pressing his lips against yours, he pushed you back, his lips still connected. Your head hit the arm of the sofa softly. Yoongi laughed, his hand lay at the side of your head as he hovered over you, licking his lips in anticipation.
“Then cool me down…” You whispered back, cupping his face with your hands.
He winked at you, nodding slowly as his head started to lower, leaving a trail of colourful marks all the way down to your stomach. You gave moans of delight as the sweet touches sent shivers to your core.
His hands fumbled with your shirt, unbuttoning the last few buttons that were closed. they travelled to your jeans, he paused and looked up at you, “Do ever wear anything else?” He teased, sliding them off with no trouble.
You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm, your hands grasping his hair as he kissed your pelvis, his lips travelled down to your thighs. You blushed as he lay on his stomach, opening your legs and pushing the black lace material that covered your slick folds to the side. He observed the pink, juicy flesh, humming to himself.
“So vibrant Y/N..” He chuckled, spreading your lips with his fingers, your breath hitched as he did so. The two digits brushing against your clit, “Oh did that feel nice?” He raised an eyebrow, repeating the action.
You released a short moan, your hands gripping the sides of the sofa. He chuckled, his tongue licking a long stripe up your folds. You groaned, involuntarily spreading your legs wider.
“That feels good..” You whispered, biting your lip.
He mumbled against you, the vibrations making you arch your back. he released his lips from your heat, admiring your lower half for a couple of seconds before delving back in. You whined as he pushed his middle finger inside of you, the long digit sliding in and out of you, your juices shined on his finger.
His lips found their way back onto your core, engulfing the soft pink flesh that lay before him. A chorus of moans escaped you as he flicked his tongue into your delicious pink heat.
You were starting to feel lightheaded, and the tight coil that was once wrapped securely inside of you had began breaking and before you knew it, it snapped. You were practically drowning in pleasure, tingles travelling through all parts of your body at once. You exhaled, the hazy feeling of the aftermath of your orgasm coming to you all at once.
Looking down, you caught a glimpse of yoongi, his eyes looking up at you, his hands wrapped around your thighs and his lips, shining with your juices.
“Oh Yoongi…” You groaned as his licked his lips, the sound of his belt unbuckling making you sit up automatically. He looked at you, licking his lips hungrily. You smirked, grabbing his collar and pulling him towards you, your face inches away from Yoongi’s.
Your hands grasped at the material that covered his lower half, pulling them down eagerly. His cock proudly made a tent in his boxers. You licked your lips in anticipation, your fingers hooking under the cotton fabric, dragging them slowly down his toned legs, your nails scraping delicately against his warm pale skin.
The fabric pooled at his ankles, along with his pants. Your fingers started to trail back up his legs, you laid eyes on his sex, it had arose even more, his shaft an angry red. it was noticeable that he hadn’t had much action for a while His head tilted back as you wrapped your hand around his member, slowly pumping him, a chorus of groans escaped him as your hand moved faster and gripped tighter by the second, along with that your confidence grew stronger as you cupped his balls, your mouth watered as you stared at the image infront of you, Yoongi, his cock being pumped by your small hand, his adams apple bobbing as he moaned, his toned arms and legs flexing as he tensed up. You knew he was close to his climax already.
Your tongue swirled around his tip, making him grasp your hair, tugging at it desperately, “Oh baby.” He groaned, looking down at you, you looked so fucking hot with your pretty little mouth wrapped around his hard cock, it was a sight to remember.
You tried your best to take him all, but you started to gag, your eyes watering, instead you used you wrapped your hand once more around the length you couldn’t take. You started to move your head and hand at the same pace, your lips dark and wet with saliva, hollowing your cheeks intensely.
Yoongi releases a groan, he was so close to spilling his see, the overstimulation that you were causing him made him wince. He growled, before pulling you away from his member, you were so focused on sucking him off you gasped in shock as you were turned around and bent over, his hand made contact with your ass, the slight sting making you moan with pleasure, you were still soaked from before, he pulled your panties down, you couldn’t see him but you could hear him sucking on his finger, the loud ‘pop’ indicating that his mouth wasn’t the only thing that his finger was going into.
The digit slipped inside of you easily, sliding it in and out the pleasure that waved through you as he slipped another finger in, stretching you out. His fingers leaving you and replacing themselves with his cock, he teased you slightly, lingering around you entrance, pressing against your lips until he slipped inside of you.
The feeling was unimaginable, Yoongi didn’t know it was going to be like this. Warm and wet. And good. So good, to be surrounded by slick and heat, the tightness of you putting the right amount of pressure on his dick to make him thrust into you like there was no tomorrow. You groaned and moaned, your fingers digging into the carpet as he quickened his pace, slapping your backside after every few thrusts.
He grunted, low growls releasing from the back of his throat as the sound of your body viciously smacking against his rang in his ears. Your vision darkened as you reached your peak, ripples of pleasure wavering through you effortlessly. Your juices dripped down your thighs.
Yoongi was nearing to his high, one final thrust and he started to feel dazed, his breaths getting heavier as he came, the hot white seed shooting out of him, and into you, he pulled out a white string of his cum was the only thing attaching you two.
The white liquid trickled down your thighs, mixing with your juices. He stood up straight, rushing to the bathroom. You stays there on all fours, unsure on what to do.
He came rushing back a towel in his hand, cleaning you up he tusked at the red marks he had made on your ass cheeks, he smoothed them out, cooling the stinging marks. “oh shit’.” he mumbled about the imprint he had left, you laughed shaking it off.
“Its fine, I enjoyed it.”
“Did you?” he raised an eyebrow, throwing the towel behind him, you turned over, laying down on the carpet, exhausted.