did they really spend 10 minutes on a new random ass character no one cares about the very LAST episode instead of giving more screentime to Thiam, Stydia or Sterek and instead of revealing what happened to Danny and who’s Greenberg
wait like what the fuc k e mily i need more details.. what did they smell like....what did phils voice sound like.. give me the stats hunny!
ok so let me start off by saying that meeting dan and phil was the most surreal experience of my life and no amount of time could’ve prepared me for it in all honestea.. getting into the meet & greet was a lot smoother than getting into their panel the day before (which is a whole other story) and i had a friend waiting for me towards the front of the line so i was able to go join her thankfully. it was probably only around 30-45 minutes before i was next up to meet dan and phil and throughout those whole 30-45 minutes i was kinda freakin out cuz i hadn’t really thought things thru and i didn’t know what pose i was gonna do or what exactly i was going to say to them so i jus decided to go with the flow lmao. anyways essentially what happens is you step up and they cut off your wristband and then they ask you to stand on an X while ur waiting for ur imminent death. i was having trouble even breathing at this point because dan and phil were.. right there.. in front of my eyes.. only a few feet away..
and as if it wasn’t already wild enough, the moment when dan and phil both look directly at you and invite you to walk up to them is sure to have u nutting with anxiety. i remember making eye contact with phil first and him smiling and opening his arms to hug me and it was just the WEIRDEST FUCKEN EXPERIENCE as i walked closer and closer to him until both of our bodies made contact and i could feel him against me and i could feel his hands on my back and what the fuck.. and then i looked at dan and ignored him and asked if i could take a selfie with just phil! :) i’m kidding ofc, i hugged dan too and he was nice n soft even tho his hugs weren’t as good as phil’s. if i had to describe phil’s hugs in a few short words i would say they are warm and comforting and make you feel at home. whereas dan’s hugs are soft and sweet, but not quite as tight as phil’s. dan tends not to press his body against you while hugging you as much as phil does
their accents definitely sounded more prominent in person, dan sounded a bit more posh and phil’s voice sounded a bit lower, but there weren’t any major differences. their voices were both very soft and genuine tho and the vibes they put off were so genuinely kind and good hearted. being around them firsthand like that is just further proof of them being just two very authentic and humble human beings, in my opinion
also imma be honest, my mind pretty much went blank as soon as i went up there to meet them so i didn’t get the chance to say much other than explaining to them what pose i wanted to do and what i wanted them to sign and just how much i appreciated them, and it didn’t help that people were ushering us along pretty quickly and only allowing us a few seconds with them unfortunately :( nonetheless, it was an incredibly surreal experience and something that i had been wanting and wishing for for ages, so i couldn’t have been happier that one of my dreams had finally come true
o btw everyone wants to know what they smell like but uh they don’t smell too strongly of anything? maybe some cologne if anything but there was no particular smell that stood out to me (altho i will say that they smell similar to each other which is typically what other people who meet them say too)
last thing, phils fuckign smile irl is the cutest most heartwarming thing i’ve ever fucking seen what the fuck heck when they both walked out from behind the curtain phil was smiling so hard and it was like that one smile from the festive ditl when he’s playing with that spiderman thing that climbs the string to open ur blinds.. plus dan looks softer in person than he does in pictures and videos its great they were great
Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Mark imagine where the reader and him are best friends and Amy gets a little jealous and tells Tyler about it? But Amy doesn’t know that the reader and Tyler are engaged so he either like points out her ring or shows her engagement photos? Please&Thank you!
Warnings: none really
“You can’t just–”
“Well I did.”
“Mark, I swear to fuc–”
“Oops, did it again.”
Blue shells, no matter whom they come from, are cruel. Also usually uncalled for. An overall dick move and friendship ruiner.
You had your triumph- though apparently very short lived. First place in classic Wii Mario Kart was like taking candy from a baby. In this situation, it was more like taking first place from a man-child.
But even the least thought about have their tricks.
“I can’t say I didn’t warn you, (Y/n).” the Youtuber sang, tying his hands together to support the back of his head in a leisurely fashion.
“Warn me? Warn me fucking how?” you laughed instead, pretending to throw down your wheel in a fit.
Mark whistled lowly and made a ‘tsk’ noise before saying:
“I said ‘oops’.”
You pulled a face and contorted your torso stiffly to stare at the man. Three seconds past before you could speak over an almost spilling pool of giggles.
“If I say ‘oops’ before I twist your nipples, will it still hurt you?”
The American looked surprised; eventually he cracking an airy smile “Yeaaah, probably-!”
Flooding of laughter charmed the walls of the studio. Both you and Mark were enjoying yourselves much like you’ve done many other times- that is what close friends do after all.
From the side wall, Kathryn chuckled a bit on her own. She found your pair’s antics to be amusing in of themselves.
Close beside her, Amy seemingly didn’t have the same impression. Childish, she knew, how she felt was solely childish.
Amy couldn’t convince herself that Mark and yourself were just best friends. Don’t plead her guilty, she loved you both to death- you being one of her closest friends that she trusted the most. Mark also being on a certain pedestal.
That’s why it hurts?
“No use pouting about it.” Amy thought sourly.
Her luck was that maybe she could rant to someone- as soon as she could- and the feeling would slip away from her psyche.
So she got up. Soon after Amy exited the room, the blonde happily found Tyler resting in the kitchen. The video editor engaged Tyler in a conversation and asked for his ears.
“I know how stupid this sounds, but I’m a little jealous of Mark with (Nickname).” Amy said daftly “I mean they are so close and it’s cute and well… I overall just don’t want to be replaced, you know?”
“Because who would?” she stopped.
Amy leant aimlessly against the cold counter top and supported her face with two palms. The girl offered a deflated vibe.
“Amy,” the tall male began heartfully, nursing a mug of tea “I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”
The female in question flickered her eyes to meet opposing blue ones, catching them in a minute of confusion. She squinted; Tyler began to move his hands.
He pointed gently with his right index to his left ring finger. A bold silver ring stood strong.
Amy’s eyes fixated on the accessory for several moments before she allowed her eyes to widen and her posture to straighten.
“Wait- is that a–” she began to speak.
“I’m only hoping, but (Y/n) is wearing one similar to this, no?”
I guess shock consumed the girl pretty fast. She didn’t have anything more to say. To compensate, I think, Amy started to giggle instead. Tyler beamed at her.
“I guess I really shouldn’t be worried…” the blonde was able to say.
“You’re lucky I’m not the one who’s jealous- Mark might be in the emergency with blunt force head trauma if I was.”
no offense but i cant believe 1995 damon albarn. like how the fuck did this happen what the fuc .k i cant even comprehend that this happened . how did everyone interact with him normally when he looked liked that whta the fukc.
A/N: This story is inspired by ‘I Need You’ and ‘Run’ This story will contain fluff, smut, drinking, drugs, and angst. No, this story will not be exactly like the MV’s but I have used some scenes and ideas.
Warnings: smut, angst, fluff
PREVIOUSLY ON ‘RUN’
As the night went on and the living room was full of laughter and shared memories, you knew you were exactly where you belonged. The movies became background noise to you and boys nonsense, but the night slowly came to a close as Namjoon and Jin fell asleep peacefully on the floor, while Taehyung cuddled Jimin’s sleeping body, Hoseok slept with his head hanging off the recliner and Jungkook slept with one of his legs on your thighs while the other was hanging off the couch, leaving Yoongi sitting normally next to you. You caught the last few minutes of the fourth movie you all put in before you fell asleep innocently on Yoongi’s shoulder.
It has been about two weeks since you moved in with the boys, those two weeks being work during the day and hanging out with the boys at night. It wasn’t always the eight of you, sometimes it would be you and couple of the others, or you and one of the boys but in regardless you felt at home. Two weeks had gone by since the tunnel, which meant two weeks worth of new events to top that; throwing water balloons off a building, jumping into a public fountain, once you even made the terrible decision to join Taehyung on bet that he could beat Jungkook at Overwatch. Taehyung got creamed and that meant the two of you had to run butt naked down our street screaming “JEON JUNGKOOK IS THE OVERWATCH MASTER.” Jungkook and Hoseok were the only ones present at the time the bet was made, meaning they were the only ones allowed to watch the streaking happen. Work at the diner seemed to be much more tolerable, especially on the rainy days when Yoongi and Hoseok would come to visit you during there liquor runs, and while you always gave them a little more food then you were supposed too Yoongi gave you a 'tip’ on how not to be such a loser.
During the two weeks you had bonded with each and every individual in the house at least once: Waking up early in the morning to have breakfast with Jin, going out with V to go and take aesthetic pictures of him, walks and talks about the world and its meaning with Namjoon, Overwatch with Kookie if he talked you into getting your ass whooped, Jimin became a dear friend that you went shopping with, buying all kinds of clothes and modeling for each other… then there was the day you accepted you may have a small crush on Min Yoongi.
It was 3:30am and everyone was asleep as they very well should have been, but your body refused to allow you to drift off into a dreamless slumber. You made your way towards the kitchen but got stopped by the faint sounds of music coming from Yoongi’s room, his door was opened ajar and even though you knew that wasn’t an invitation to come in, you did so anyway. Yoongi was sitting at his desk playing the keyboard with more passion then you had ever seen anyone have; you watched as his eyes closed and his fingers danced in an effortless way across the keys creating the most beautiful combination of notes.
“nae girogui guseok
han kyeone jarijabeun galsaek piano..” You listened to his soft and lingering voice as he rapped about his passion and love for the piano. Your heart swelled for the passionate boy sitting only a few feet away from you to engulfed in his music to realize you were watching him, the soft and slow flow turned to a strong, loud and emotional story about his love. You couldn’t find it in yourself to move from the doorway, even after he had finished playing; he let out a sigh and let his hands bang down on the keys.
“That was beautiful.” You knew he wasn’t going to invite you in, but you also knew he wasn’t going to kick you out so you took it upon yourself to sit on his bed. He finally looked over at you and gave you a tight smile. The rest of that night the two of you spoke of music, inspiration, and everything in between; he had finally showed you his mix tape that he had under the name Agust D, you weren’t exactly sure when it was but you ended up falling asleep on his bed and leaving him to go sleep on the couch. When you woke up curled up in his white covers you were consumed by the faint smell of his aroma, you quickly ran out of his room to go find where the mint haired boy had slept. “Min Yoongi. I know you hate being woken up but I don’t care. Wake the fuck up and go back to your bed! Don’t you ever let me take your bed from you again you fucker!” Yoongi mumbled under his breath and walked up to his room only to turn and look down at you from the top of the steps.
“It was nice talking to you about music brat.”
You slipped one of your multiple pairs of black ripped jeans and threw on a low cut white tank top, topping it all off with Jungkook’s light blue fuzzy cardigan you stole from him after you lost the Overwatch bet. You quickly gabbed your black boots and made your way downstairs where everyone was waiting on you.
“Is that my cardigan!?” The bunny boy yelled pointing at you while looking frantically at everyone else almost as though he expected them all to be outraged.
“I stole it from your room after the little streaking incident.” His pathetic pout soon turned into a full blown bunny smile when the mention of me and Tae’s dark moment was mentioned.
When it came to Jin’s truck everyone knew where they belonged, it was an unspoken contract between driver and passengers, you and your truck buddies usually always remained silent as yall looked up at the stars and waited for your destination to arrive. It never had to do with not wanting to talk to one another but more along the lines of the cool breeze against our faces and the dark sky above being peppered in small glowing stars.
You all heard the low beat of the radio through the closed windows and cool breeze, you took the silent time to take in the view in front of you. You took in the way he looked every time we passed under a street lamp, illuminating his figure and making it seem as though he was glowing. His stonewashed denim jacket with red plaid underneath every rip complimented his straightened mint hair, you took in the way his large hands looked ever so cozy in the black and red stripped sleeves that had a hole cute for his thumbs. He was too beautiful for you to understand and you couldn’t help but admire him any chance you got.
“So where exactly are we going?” You asked while playing with the green streaks in Taehyung’s hair. “There is this abandoned train an hour from here, we spent a year or two cleaning up the first three train cars and made them into a cool hangout party place. They are chained and locked so no one will fuck with our stuff.” Yoongi replied with a genuine smile, you could only assume the happiness came from the accomplishment of making the train cars 'new’ again. “Abandoned train car?” You said more to yourself then to the others, but since Hoseok was sitting next to you he heard. “Yeah, we stumbled upon it back when we were like eighteen? Nineteen? We just starting hanging there for a year and thought it would be cool to make the first few cars into our own little hangout. Its a bit of a drive but we always end up having the best time there.”
About half an hour later, the car had stopped and Jin and Namjoon ran into the Khol’s we were set in front of. Jungkook opened the back window and poked his head out to look at you guys in the back. “Y/n, I hope you’re ready for a fun night.” His bunny smile flashing so brightly in the slightly dark parking lot, Jimin could be heard yelling in agreement from next to Kookie but being unseen due to the fact the back window was extremely small. “I’m ready.”
Jin and Namjoon came back with two bags in each hand, each one holding a average sized pillow, they tossed them into the bed of the truck with us and then we were off to the train. “Are these feathered pillows?” You asked squeezing and examining the pillows that were in front of you.
“Congratulations, you know your pillows.“ Yoongi exclaimed showing an obvious smart ass tone. “Yoongi, I suggest you shut the fuck up before my foot ends up so far up your ass-” You were cut off my Jin’s loud voice, and you instantly remembered the back window was open. “Y/N. LANGUAGE!” Your cheeks flushed and you nodded softly as though Jin could even see you.
"We’re here.“ Hoseok sang, pointing towards a dark red train frozen on a track. There wasn’t any buildings or houses around, only trees and the gravely ground beneath. Jin parked the truck in the tree’s to keep it hidden from people but easy enough to access and keep an eye on.
Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok sat on one of the train’s seats while Kookie, Yoongi, and Jimin sat in the seat across, leaving me and V to be sprawled out on the floor that was oddly comfortable, due to the rugs the boys had put in.
"Do yall have anything to eat or drink in here?” You asked eyeballing all the boys waiting for an answer. Hoseok pulled you up and walked you to the last car over (the guys following behind) it was the same set up as the other car but they had tables put in between the seats, unopened bags of chips, cookies and snacks of all kinds scattered over one of them; and to your astonishment there was a goddamn refrigerator set in the corner of the room, next to a maroon couch blocking the back door. "How the fu- I mean.. How did you manage to get a fuc- sorry Jin, I cant fucking help it.“ The boys erupted in laughter and you could almost swear even Jin chuckled. "You sound like Yoongi.” Jungkook laughed, causing a small tint of pink to cheeks, hoping no one noticed.
The windows of the car were covered with curtains and cardboard, white Christmas lights and two lamps (on opposite ends of the car) illuminated the hangout place wonderfully. "Y/n, try not to eat everything okay?“ Hoseok joked, referring to the time you accidently ate all the food before he even arrived. It wasn’t your fault he was an hour late.
"Ha, Ha. So fucking funny Hobi the horse.” You spat back, reaching for the slightly melted cupcakes setting on the table behind you. Hoseok was to busy being extra to notice your sneaky actions, you did in fact make eye contact with Yoongi, who knew exactly what you were up too. He flashed you smile that sent shivers down your spine, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his hone ready to capture the act on camera. “Awe you know I love you Hoseok.” You pouted walking closer to him, the pink cupcake in hand. “I know you witch.” He smiled learning down to kiss your forehead, before his lips could reach touch your skin, you smeared the cupcake all over his cheek. The car erupted with laughs of all kinds, Hoseok looked at you in shock before a devious smile spread across his pink smeared face. Before you could run to safety he tackled you to the ground rubbed his face all over yours.
“JUNG HOSEOK GET OFF OF ME NOW!” He stood up a new man, a man full of confidence and power. He looked as though he just saved the world and defeated the most evil of villains.
You stood up with slightly running pink icing smeared over our eyebrow and down your cheek and glared at six of the laughing boys. “You guys were supposed to be on m side." You grabbed a napkin from the table of food and wiped your face clean before handing the napkin to Hobi. Namjoon pulled out some fruit punch, vodka and a twelve pack of beer out of the fridge and yall headed back the first car.
*3 hours later*
The train floor was covered in loose feathers from the pillow fight you all had, red solo cups tossed in random corners of the car, and perhaps it would have been smart to just reuse the same cup but Taehyung insisted we not make the other cups feel neglected. Sometime between the pillow fight and the tipsy game of Would You Rather, Jin Oppa had brought out the extra blankets and pillows they had stored here for days like this. You sat in one of the cushioned seats and watched Jin and Jungkook fight over the rules of whatever made up game they were playing, you watched in silence as Taehyung fell over in a giggling fit and how Hoseok kept dancing like the fucking weirdo you came to know five years ago. You phone buzzed, causing you to jump at the sudden vibration, Yoongi’s name popped up on the screen and you glanced over at his breath taking gummy smile. No one noticed this small interaction, especially considering Namjoon and Jimin were passed out on the floor and Hoseok, Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung were playing some strange ass game with rules that you couldn’t understand.
Grandpa Yoongz: Google, how do I make my friends shut the fuck up?
You: either kill them, or pray they pass out like Joonie and Mochi.
Grandpa Yoongz: I’m not drunk enough to find your pet names cute
You rolled your eyes playfully and made yourself comfortable, eventually the loudness of your friends went down and you noticed all the boys laying down soundlessly in some part of the car. With the alcohol still lingering in your system you got up and crept your way into the middle train car that held the extra blankets, pillow clothes and other 'emergency’ things. You looked through the extra clothes in hopes to find something baggy enough to wear so you could remove your very uncomfortable bra. You finally found a white, cozy sweater that you assumed was Jin’s, you quickly took off your bra and slipped the cozy material over your head. You looked around the car seeing, paintings and music sheets tapped to the walls, in the corner of the car there was the traditional booth type seats facing one another but the boys had apparently pushed an ottoman in between giving it the illusion of a bed.
You grabbed some more blankets and pillows and tossed them onto the makeshift bed only to plop down and look at the twinkling lights above. Your phone buzzed once again and you saw it was another message from Yoongi.
Grandpa Yoongz: Where did you go brat?
You: My bra was aggravating me so I came into the next car to find a shirt. I think I grabbed one of Jin’s sweaters, think I might just sleep in here tbh
You had already pressed send before you realized you had basically just told Yoongi that you weren’t wearing a bra. It was kind of ridiculous to be so embarrassed of such a little thing, when three of the boys of the house had seen you butt naked two weeks prior. The alcohol was enough to make you not think straight but not enough to make you not know what you were doing, nor was it enough to make you have a killer hangover the following morning. The lack of reply from Yoongi made you curl up in fear, until you heard the train car door open and close.
"Mind if I stick around, I can’t sleep.” You nodded your head and sat up, not expecting him to sit right next to you. He had taken off his stonewashed jacket and was now just wearing a slightly baggy white long sleeve shirt. He was truly a sight for sore eyes, you took in his every feature you could before he turned to look at you.
“So, I was thinking about that song you were playing the day I saw you throw away your work. It was really good and I knew you had just wrote it that morning. I could never do that.” You couldn’t tell if it was the liquor not letting him hold back a compliment or if it was him just being real with you.
“Yoongi, you are such a piece of shit. Your going to be big one day, playing shows and having millions of people attempting to rap along with you, girls are gunna be turned on by your tongue technology.” You nudged and winked at him referring to one of his lines in Agust D, though you were referencing his music you couldn’t help but think that it was indeed the truth. When he was in his zone rapping at least seven syllables a second, you couldn’t deny how sexy he sounded, how you could practically feel his passion in your bones.
“Are you going to be one of those girls?" He had a smug smile plastered on his face, if you hadn’t have had confidence on your side (thanks to your friend Vodka) then you probably would have blushed a lot harder then the slight pink that spread across your cheeks. You looked down at his smug ass smile only wishing to kiss those oh so inviting lips, then looked up at his round cheeks and puppy eyes. God, he is perfect.
"Why? Do you wish I was one of those girls?” You teased, studying how he licked his lips and sported only a bigger smile, feeding into the carefree game of liquor confidence. He cocked his head slightly and raised an eyebrow studying you like you were a new hand in a game of cards. He smelled of detergent and winter accompanied by the smell of vodka and fruit punch, and you couldn’t help but want to see if he tasted the way he smelt. You wanted him to do you with the same passion he had when he was playing music, you wanted to taste the beer and fruit punch oozing off his cocky words.
“I’d say yes but that would be too easy,” His hand brushed against your knee causing a current to flow through your body. “Instead I could tease you for the way you’ve been staring at my lips." Confidence dripped from every last word sending your body to turn to jello, and when his hand found its way to your thigh you knew what was going to happen wasn’t a good idea, that the confidence enhancer’s were taking over.
"What about you D Boy? I saw the way you were looking at mine, don’t act so innocent.” You grazed the side of his cheek causing him to slightly stiffen by the sudden act of affection. You ran your fingers through his minty locks and found their way down to the collar of his shirt, grabbing a fist full in your hand you pulled him closer to you, causing your lips to be centimeters apart.
“There’s nothing innocent about me right now baby.” He cooed before smashing his lips against yours, your hands wrapped around his neck while he scooped you into his lap having your straddle him. His hand never left your thigh, in fact his grip tightened causing you whimper slightly.
The kiss was nothing less then hungry, his soft lips hugging yours in the most beautiful yet needy way possible, you knew what was happening shouldn’t be happening under these circumstances, but they way his hands were running down your thighs and the way he took your bottom lip in between his teeth made your mind focus on nothing more then the taste of his sweet lips. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip asking for entrance and the minute you gave him access his tongue found yours, fighting for dominance. Despite the liquor coursing through your veins, you felt the walls around you disappear and it was just the two of you sharing an intoxicated kiss. A kiss you wanted to happen since the day you saw him walking down the house stairs that first day.. but you would never have admitted that. You pushed your body closer to him as if that was even possible, his hands finding their way to yours hips and pushing you down against him softly almost as if he was testing the waters and looking for some sign of approval. It was enough for you to feel his hardening bulge against you, pulling away from his intoxicating kiss and studying his swollen lips and lust filled eyes.
“Take your shirt off.” He quickly obeyed your demands and shed the white shirt from his sugary skin, you were hungry for the taste of his lips again but he had other plans. “Take yours off.” You pulled the sweater over your head to reveal your exposed breasts, Yoongi wasted no time in pushing you down onto the burgundy ottoman and attacking your neck with bites that were sure to leave a mark. One of your hands gripped his beautiful mint hair, tugging every time he licked over his newly made hickey, every tug earning a low groan to escape his still slightly swollen lips.
You were too engulfed with the feeling of his lips (that were now on your collarbone) to notice his large hand reaching up to cup one of your breasts, the coolness from his hand on your bare skin sent a small shiver down your body and the moment he took your sensitive bud in between his thumb and index finger a soft moan left your lips.
Within a few lustful moments you were both in your underwear and you were in need of some sort of friction, you rolled yourself over allowing the sugary skinned boy to be laying underneath you, you pressed your barley covered core against his fully erect cock and watched as his eyes shut. A smile spread across your face as you rolled your hips into him, it only took a few hard rolls before Yoongi felt the need to take the lead and flip yall so he was hovering over your almost naked body. He trailed his hand down your stomach and stopped right above your skimpy underwear, he was teasing you and you were to needy for him to care.
“Oppa, please touch me.” You whimpered, wanting nothing more than for his gloriously long fingers to work their magic. The Mint sugar boy smirked at you before he crashed his lips hungrily against yours, you were to busy taking his lip in between your teeth to realize Yoongi had slipped your panties down. Without warning two fingers were slammed into you while he rubbed your clit with his thumb.
“You’re so wet for me.” He whispered in your ear causing soft moans of his name to fall from your lips, his words alone only made your heart beat faster and your breath to shorten. “You sound so pretty when you moan my name baby.” He pumped his fingers faster leaving you a breathless mess underneath him, the funny feeling in the pit of your stomach was beginning to bubble up and you whimpered for him to fuck you.
“Fuck me Oppa. Please. I need you.” Yoongi let out an almost animalistic growl hearing those dirty words fall from your tasteful and swollen lips, He freed himself from his boxers and you could feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh, he mumbled something about a condom but you quickly assured him you were on the pill, you reached down and took his cock in your small hands and began to pump him, drenching his length in his glistening pre cum.
“Y/n, I’m not going to last long if you continue.” He moaned, softly moving your hand away, he lined himself up with your entrance and kissed you for good measure before slowly pushing into your trembling cunt. He slammed into causing you to moan in painful pleasure, he let you adjust to his length before you begged him to move. You arched your back slightly giving him the opportunity to snake his arm around your lower back, your hands scratched down your back only causing a ’fuck’ to fall from his sweet lips. He was pounding you into the ottoman with every hard thrust, strangled moans fell from his lips as he slammed in and out of you, the sound of his muffled moans and heavy breathing caused your fingertips to dig into his nicely structured back. The room was full of twinkling lights and drunken intimacy, filling its walls with moans and hisses; the two of you were far from quiet but didnt dare be loud.
“Mmm, you’re s-so fuc-fucking tight.” His words dripped of sex and lust, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring up at his slightly flushed cheeks and matted down minty hair, he looked like a God, beautiful and flawless. Soft grunts left his mouth and judging by the way his thrusts got a bit sloppier you knew he wasnt going to last too long. Without hesitation you carefully flipped yall over once again and leaned down to attach your lips to his neck, you mumbled sweet and sexy nothings into his ear before continuing the newly made bruise on his oh so inviting neck. You tested the waters of the new position and smiled as his eyes rolled back and his hands tightened around your bare hips, you placed your hands on his chest as you began to ride his dick slowly turning the once so cocky boy into a moaning mess beneath you. The new position hit just the right spot sending your head back and loud moans to escape the lips Yoongi couldn’t get enough of, he took this opportunity to make you bounce on his dick faster, the sudden change of speed made the tight feeling in your stomach to come back as you moaned your warning.
“I’m close Yoongi. I’m so close.” His breathing became quicker and his control on your pace became sloppy as he approached his own high, a loud and throaty moan of your name to leave his lips. “Cum for me Y/n. Cum all over my cock baby.” His words of encouragement sent your body of the edge as you let go, a string of profanities mixed with his name left your mouth. Your walls clenched around his twitching cock leaving the minty boy underneath you to send out the same list of profanities you had just uttered, you bounced on his dick faster and faster until his hands could barley keep hold of your hips, the moans of his names and the pleading for him to cum only made his voice shakier. As much as he would have loved to take charge he was too drunk to care but not drunk enough to let how pretty your moans were, and how beautiful you looked riding his dick go unnoticed. He filled your pussy with his white, hot pleasure leaving you shaky and dazed on top of him, you could barley hold yourself up anymore so you slid off Yoongi’s dick and down beside him.
The car filled with heavy breathing, and soft profanities. Too lazy to clean yourselves off, too tired to talk about had just happened and too happy to realize the boys could walk in on both your naked bodies underneath one of the thin covers. You turned your head enough to see Yoongi staring at the twinkling lights above, flushed pink cheeks against his pale skin looking so beautiful with his mint hair as well. He was in the softest state from the most sinful games, you wanted nothing more then to bury your face in his chest and sleep in his arms but you knew. You knew this meant nothing to him, that it was a fun and drunken mistake, and that’s not his fault. Sleep caught up with your tired bones as you fell victim to a sleepless night.
He laid there silently not fully aware of what he should do next, if only you knew how badly he wanted to look over at you and study your flushed cheeks and bare body, part of him wished he was drunk enough to forget the lustful night that ended with him doing exactly what he wished he would be able to do. 'It was just the liquor’ he repeated to himself. 'It was just liquor that gave you and Y/n the lack of reasoning to stop what had started.’ You hadn’t noticed him taking in every curve and swell of your naked body while you moaned his name; he knew what yall were doing was wrong but he couldn’t find it in himself to stop and think, he couldn’t. The alcohol coursing through his body like tainted blood made his body shake with adrenaline, he knew tomorrow was just another day. Tomorrow was a day that you would realize what had happened was fun but an accident, a tipsy accident. Against his better judgment he looked over at your now sleeping form, the white sheet covering your most intimidate areas and leaving your nicely marked collarbones and neck, your hair was matted against your face and without fully realizing what he was doing, Yoongi reach over and pushed her hair out of your face. He knew he should probably get up and get dressed and leave the train car but sleep crept up on him, having different plans for him.
“WOAH! WHAT THE FUCK!?” Jungkook screamed covering his eyes as if he could erase his imagination. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw the boys standing in front of you, you looked down at your naked body covered in a thin sheet and seeing Yoongi adjusting his eyes to the new found light of day. You looked at Hoseok who was smirking like an idiot with one eyebrow raised and his hands crossed over his chest.
“Well Y/n, looks like Yoongi sure did a good job marking you.” Namjoon winked making your face grow hot. Yoongi sat up with his hair a complete mess and the few hickies you left him now visible for the world to see, well for the guys to see at least.
"Looks like Y/n got Yoongi pretty good too.” Taehyung hummed, wiggling his eyebrows like we were back in High School or something. Hoseok handed you the sweater that had been tossed on the floor last night, so you could slip it over your overly exposed body. Before you could open your mouth to ask them to leave so you could get dressed, Yoongi spoke up.
“Oh my god guys, we were drunk and things happened. For fucks sake this isn’t high school.” You chuckled slightly to play off the twisting of your stomach and the aching in your chest. “Yeah guys, chill.” You looked over to Hoseok who sent you a novel length apology with his eyes while his laugh camouflaged with the others. When finally the boys left it was just you and Yoongi once again.
“I think I have some makeup your color, so you can cover up those hickies.” You laughed nervously, trying anything to wipe away any possible awkwardness that could have been. “Na, its okay. I just hope its not going to be weird now.” He said scanning your face for an answer, you smiled sweetly at him in return and assured him things would be fine.
You sat in silence while you watched the three boys laugh and talk about random topics you had eventually stopped listening to. You blamed your lack of participation on being tried, and you watched in silence. Every gummy smile he gave made your heart beat faster then before, admiring the marks you gave him, loving how the dark purple marks looked on his pale skin, how soft he looked even after the events of last night. You could only imagine what his light back looked like with the faint pink scratches, everything about him made your heart ache. His pouty lips practically screaming to be kissed, his hands looking so lonely without the touch of your body underneath them.
The days went by, each day slower then the last; you skipped out on adventures to stay home and write. Writing kept your mind from thinking about your night with Yoongi, Hoseok cuddled you all night and grabbed you warm milk when you woke up from a bad dream,
It wasn’t like you didn’t talk to Yoongi, because you did. Yall stayed up late together and sometimes you would both sit in complete silence and work on yalls own music. You kept your word and didn’t let him see how every time he smiled at you it sent your heart to shatter more, how every time he yalls spoke you saw as his hickies faded away with the days of the week. You knew the minute the hickies fade so does the last trace of that nights events, the only memory being the one you etched into every song, every breath and tattooed onto your brain.
A month has gone by since he woke up naked to you next to him, a month since you agreed that the night previous was a drunken impulse. His heart stops every time he see’s you smiling, and every time you make up an excuse to not come out with the boys, or an excuse to not listen to his new music, his heart breaks slightly. He went everyday knowing just how uninterested you were, you spent your nights with Hoseok, or spent it writing. He knew what he had to do… it was time to move on..
It was two months after that night when you received a message from Hoseok, you were on your way home from work when your phone buzzed five or six times.
Hobi: I don’t know how to tell you this.
Hobi: When you come home you’re going to see something you really don’t want to see..
Hobi: Yoongi brought over a girl and told us they’d been talking for a few weeks.
Hobi: I’m so sorry….
Hobi: I have ice cream and chick flicks ready in the room..