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Under Your Spell: Jimin (SMUT)

Originally posted by chimchams

Witch!AU: You attend the same school as Jimin, but you’re rivals. (Or at least that’s what you tell yourself). He pulls a prank on you and you decide to get your revenge on him by giving him a potion. But the potion backfires when you accidentally mess it up. 

Warnings: rough sex, daddy kink, thigh riding, spanking, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), foul language, choking, and hair pulling.

Word count: 4,276


Your school was flooded with toads. Slimy little reptiles croaking and jumping around in the classrooms and halls. One of the little creatures hopped from the top of your head and you shrieked, messily rummaging your hair. You knew this prank was meant for you. You hated reptiles, especially toads and frogs. Only two people knew of your fear for them: your best friend and your sworn enemy, Jimin Park (who was unfortunately a super handsome upperclassman with a knack for spectacular pranks).

You regretted the day he found out about one of your greatest fears. You had been too careless when it slipped past your lips, not noticing his presence until it was too late. With your wand, you zapped the toad to who knows where, you just wanted it away from you.

You continue to use your magic to clear a path for you.

“I swear I’ll kill this idiot when I find him.” You grumbled to yourself. When you came into the hallway, you could see some of the teachers getting rid of the toads and for this you were extremely thankful.

“Now, if I were Jimin Park, where would I be?” You thought aloud and had an “aha!” moment. You knew just where he was.


As soon as you opened the doors to the school’s roof, you saw him leaning against the railing. You roll your eyes when you see a smug smile settle on his handsome face.

“Took you long enough, princess.” You approach him with your hands balled into fists. He doesn’t even look slightly fazed when you send him your deadliest glare. “Did you like my little gift?” He chuckles and continued, “It’s your birthday, right? Consider the toads a present.”

He eased his hand into your slightly messy hair, effectively untangling the strands and causing you to blush. “You still had some frog juice in your hair.” Your face is now beet red and it only causes him to laugh harder.

“Reverse the spell and apologize. If you do, I’ll consider forgiving you.” You offered him to which he only smirked.

“And if I don’t?” He inches closer to you, his minty breath fanning your flushed face. His eyes flickered to your full lips and you almost didn’t catch his pink tongue swiping across his own puffy lips. You wanted to back away because his scent was so damn intoxicating. Somehow the gap between you two was closing and you weren’t sure which one of you were leaning in closer.

Just as your eyes began to droop, you came to your senses and out of instinct, you slapped him. Not hard, but you’re sure it left a little sting.

“R-reverse the spell or else!” You threatened with a cracked voice, probably from how embarrassed you were. Your blush would probably never go away. You rushed away from him and back into the warmth of the school.

He was left there, stunned. His gaping mouth slowly closed and raised, settling into his signature smirk. Was he a masochist, because he wasn’t sure that slap should have turned him on. Or maybe he wasn’t a masochist, instead it was your fiery attitude that set him off. Kissing you crossed his mind as soon as your plump lips turned into a snarl that only you could make look sexy.

Gosh, you made him want you so much. The little feud between you two only added fuel to his fire. He chewed on his bottom lip, thinking of your embarrassed yet cute face.  

Oh, how he’d love it if your pretty face was covered in his cum. The thoughts running through his mind were far too dirty for him to be having about a girl who was his junior. But damn it, he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way you were so effortlessly sexy.

So much sexier than the girl who threw themselves at him every day. He never bothered with them because you entertained and occupied him enough. He hated how other guys gawked at you when you wore the short uniform skirt. Your legs were nice and long. Smooth and silky. He imagined his hand caressing your legs with his strong hands and his head buried deep between your thick thighs.

God, he was getting too carried away, almost wanting to jerk his hardening cock on the school’s roof. His next class didn’t have you in it and he wasn’t sure if he could go without taking care of himself. What if he saw you in the class after next and came in his pants at the sight of your mesmerizing body.

‘Fuck it.’ He thought before rubbing his cock through his jeans. ‘It’s now or never.’


You were in the lab where the students were free to use the equipment to practice spells or potions. You were the only one in the lab, focusing on making a potion for Jimin. Since he hadn’t stopped those ugly toads yet, you were cooking up something special for him.

Although you weren’t great at making potions, you looked up a simple one that would cause the drinker of it bad luck. You were mad at him for almost ruining your birthday but at the same time, he made you want to suck him off until he shot his load down your throat.

You hated how wet he made you every time he touched you or how you thought he was so sexy when he bit his lip out of concentration. Your mind was foggy as you grabbed the cup of rose petals. You almost screeched when you dumped the whole cup into the brew because the recipe only called for ¼ a cup. Then a sparkling pink poof came from the brew shortly after. Uh oh?

You blamed Jimin for distracting you with these lewd thoughts. You groaned and sighed. The petals were the last step to the potion and you didn’t want to start over. You didn’t think there would be any bad side effects…uh, at least not any serious side effects.

You poured the potion into a small vial and put it in your pocket. You hurriedly cleaned your station and made your way to Jimin’s locker. You made sure the coast was clear before tapping his lock with your wand. It easily unlocked and you pulled the metal door open. You searched for a drink that he might have inside his locker and you were ecstatic to see that he kept a bottle of raspberry tea in it. You twisted the cap open and quickly poured the contents of the potion inside of the bottle.

You twisted the top back tightly and closed the door before securing it with the lock. You avoided stepping on toads as you made your way to the cafeteria and slid into your seat next to your best friend, Sam.

“Hmm…you look suspicious,” Sam chuckles and touches your forehead with his cold palm, “And you’re sweating. Did you do something naughty?” He smirks and winks. You blush, knowing exactly what he was insinuating and you shake your head.

“Shut up, it’s nothing like that.” You elbow him softly.

“So, these frogs…Jimin’s doing?” You immediately groan and nod.

“He says they were a birthday present.” Sam just chuckles and shakes his head.

“You two seriously need to fuck and get it over with. How did he even know it was your birthday?” Sam pulls his lunch from his bag and you follow suit.

“I don’t know. I haven’t told anyone except you. Maybe he found out just to play a prank on me.” You take a sip of your juice, feeling a little bitter about the situation if that was the case.

“Speak of the devil and he may appear.” Sam nods his head to where Jimin had just entered the cafeteria, his raspberry tea in his hand. You can’t help but to bite your lip when you see just how disheveled his clothing is and the prominent bulge in his pants. His hair was messy and you wondered which of one of these girls had the privilege of fucking Jimin Park.

His eyes locked onto yours and you could have sworn they were shining with a mischievous glint.

“Damn, there is so much sexual tension between y’all. I think I’m gonna be sick.” Sam excused himself and left you sitting alone. Jimin had the perfect opportunity to slide into the seat Sam left.

You had no idea what to say to him as he stared at you. Something unfamiliar swam around in his chocolate brown orbs and you were mad because the more you stared at them, the longer you wanted to ride his face. You finally found your voice but it was so small, you surprised yourself. “What do you want, Jimin?”

“I was just wondering how my princess was doing.” You clamp your thighs together. You were used to him calling you princess but this time it was different. He had never called you his princess. Something was different about him. You looked to the half empty tea bottle and furrowed your eyebrows. He was supposed to be stumbling around this place, tripping over his own two feet. Jumbling up his words and slipping on invisible water.

Maybe the rose petals added a different affect to the potion. Damn it, you really should have started over.

“You really are something else, Y/N. The things you do to me.” He sucks in a breath and scoots his chair closer to yours. “Makes me lose my mind.” You were so thankful the two of you were in the back of the cafeteria, someone may have noticed how his strong hand rubbed tiny circles on your smooth thigh.  

You wanted him to stop, but at the same time you were oddly curious as to where this would lead. Jimin was never this forward and you knew that this was partially your fault for messing up the potion and giving it to him anyway.

“I knew there was something wrong with me the moment I drank my tea. A feeling erupted inside of me, one that I’ve been trying to push a side for the longest time. Lust.” His voice was ten times deep than normal and every time he spoke against your neck, it sent shivers down your spine. “I can’t seem to control myself. All I can think about is how much I want to bend you over and spank you for tampering with my drink.”

‘Shit. He knows.’

“You’ve gotta be more careful, princess. I saw you leaving my locker, but I hadn’t known what you did until it became clear.” He pulled you up by your arm and led you out of the cafeteria. Some students stared, bewildered to see Jimin using such force with you.

“Where are you taking me, Jimin Park? I demand to know, right now!” You were startled when he slammed your body into the lockers, creating a loud bang.

“You don’t get to demand anything, I’m the one in charge. You just suck my cock and look pretty when you swallow my cum.” He cupped your face in his hands and licked your lips. “You’re so sexy, but you already know that, don’t you? That’s why you always seem to make me hard with one glance.”

He grabbed your arm again and dragged you to the empty labs where you had first made his potion. Once you were inside, he locked the door and sat in one of the chairs. “Strip for me, princess.”

You found yourself moving fluently, like you had done this every day for him. His voice held so much authority over you. You wouldn’t even question him anymore. Your shirt was already on the floor and your skirt followed quickly. You went to unhook your bra before he stopped you.

“Not yet. I want to see you dance.” He began to palm himself through his pants and you didn’t know if you could wait any longer to have him down your throat.

Your hips began to sway to a beat that was in your mind, but you knew that he could hear it too. He was mesmerized by the beauty of your exotic dancing. You bit your lip when you could see him unzipping his jeans. Your hands teasingly brushed over your clothed breasts and traveled down towards your soaking pussy.

You turned around and bent over, your ass high in the air. You hooked your thumbs into your lace panties and pulled them down your thick thighs ever so slowly. You could hear him groan when he got an eyeful of your ass. You finally took off your bra and turned to face him.

Your nipples were more erect than you thought, probably from the cold air conditioning mixed with anticipation.

“Come here.” He beckoned you over to him with his index finger. When you were close enough for him to reach you, he grabbed you tightly by the waist and you came crashing down on his lap. His erect dick rubbed right against your clit and you moaned simultaneously. Still gripping your waist, he rolled his hips and it created a lot of friction that was just making you wetter.

“You’ve been so bad, putting something in my drink. But you’ve been good too, listening to daddy like the good girl you are. Daddy doesn’t know if he should reward or punish you.” He hungrily kissed you and moved his muscular hands down to your plump ass. He slapped it and kneaded it like it was dough. Kissing your neck, he mumbles, “I think you should suck daddy off.”

You nodded eagerly and dropped to your knees. You were way more excited than you should have been. He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his glorious abs and his broad chest. You marveled at the sight of the veins running through his sculpted arms.

You quickly pulled his trousers and boxers down his legs and moaned at how beautiful his cock was. His hand tangled itself in your hair as it guided you to his cock. “Suck.” He commanded and you instantly obliged.

You took his red tip into your mouth and licked over the slit slowly, tasting the precum that began to build up. He sucked in air through his teeth and grunted. Your tongue traced over the most prominent vein, making him moan. You giggled after seeing his reaction. “Did you like that, daddy?”

His eyes were glazed over as he nodded, tightening his grip in your hair. You sucked at the base of his shaft and grazed over it with your teeth. His body jerked as you gripped his cock tightly, using your tongue to pay special attention to his sensitive tip.

He was already wide enough and it didn’t make it better when you felt him growing harder in your hand. He tugged on your hair and guided your mouth down his dick, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

You let out a strangled cough as your burning throat began to get used to his massive girth. He pulled you up for air, his chest heaving heavily. When you regained your breath, he slid himself down your throat again, trying to let you get used to deep throating him. “You take my cock so well, baby.” He felt his orgasm building and quickly pulled your mouth from his dick.

You were slightly saddened but the feeling was quickly replaced by him lifting you up and onto his thigh. His thigh tensed when your slick met it. You moaned and moved your hips on his thigh. He groaned and pulled your hair, revealing your neck to him. He bit and sucked on your neck, marking you as his.

His strong thigh tensed and you threw your head back, mewling in pleasure. “Does that feel good, princess? Do you like riding my thigh?” You nodded and moved on his thigh quicker.

“Fuck, it feels so good.” You whimpered and yelped as he slapped your ass. He rubbed your clit as you grinded against his thigh. He toyed with your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your inevitable orgasm. Jimin brought his thigh up and dug it into your slit harder, clenching it against your pussy that was growing wetter as he continued to please you with his taut muscle.

Just when you felt your orgasm near, he stopped and lifted your hips off him. “You’re so fucking sexy, princess. I’m so glad I have you all to myself.” He bent you over the table and spread your ass cheeks. “Look how wet you are, glistening for me. For my cock.” He slapped your ass again and rubbed the area where it was growing a crimson red.

“Fuck me, daddy.” You whispered against the table top. You felt his fingers sliding smoothly up and down your wet folds. His finger slipped inside of your wet cunt and you covered your mouth with your hand, afraid of someone hearing you if you were too loud.

“I want to hear you.” He added another finger into your wetness, scissoring them while trying to spread your folds so that the stretch wouldn’t be too overwhelming when he was inside of you.

You didn’t want to risk getting caught, but you didn’t want to disobey him either. You moved your hand and he quickly grabbed your arm, guiding your hand to your ass. You could feel his tip prodding at your entrance and you instantly got the gist.

You held your ass open for him so that he could easily slip his massive cock inside your warm pussy. He grabbed his dick and coated it in your slick by running it up and down your slit. He smirked when you started to beg for him to fuck you already. He used his thumbs to open your slit and slowly slide his dick in.

You couldn’t help the loud moan that erupted from your throat when he filled you to the hilt. He massaged your hips and let them rest there. He groaned when he felt just how tight you were. You were clenching around him and he had barely even moved. He slowly pulls out just to hear you whine.

Jimin pushes back into you fast, no time being wasted. Your pussy was throbbing around him and he smirked, “Already, princess?” He chuckles as the sweat starts to collect on his forehead. You can’t even for coherent words as he thrusts inside of you deeply. He couldn’t gain a lot of speed because of how you were gripping onto his shaft so tightly.

“F-faster. Please!” You were on the verge of screaming because his dick was stretching you out in the most delicious way. You groaned as he gripped your waist harder and began to pound into you at a quicker speed.

The more he fucked you, the more he grew animalistic. Your hot cavern was sending him into a world that was purely intoxicating. He pulled you up by your hair and immediately attached his lips to your neck. He growled in your ear as you pulsated around his girth.

“Tell daddy just how good he’s making you feel.” He squeezed his free hand around your throat while the other was gripping your hair. You gasped and moaned at the sensation. The feeling was new and absolutely amazing.  

Your airway was getting cut off as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Tell me!” He grunted and let your neck go before sending an ear shattering smack down onto your ass.

“Oh, fuck daddy it feels so fucking good!” You yelled when your neck was finally released from his restricted hold. His thrusts were getting relentless, never slowing as he claimed your throbbing pussy as his.

Before you could register what was happening, his cock was gone and you were turned around. You could barely stand on your own and you were more than grateful when he picked you up by your thighs and set you on the table.

Jimin grabbed you by the throat and pressed a smoldering kiss to your lips. They were most likely going to be swollen for a couple of days. He spread your legs wide with his own and slipped his cock back into you.

You broke the kiss by letting out a loud mewl. “Make me cum, daddy.” You whispered as you saw white spots begin to cloud your vision. He went back to fucking you hard and rough, snapping his hips into yours mercilessly.

He watched you intensely, loving the way you bit your lip so hard it looked as if you were going to chew it off. Or how your neck was littered with love bites that he put there. As he thrusted into you, his hands traveled down your chest and groped your tit into his hand. He suckled one of your nipples into his mouth and pinched the other between his thumb and index finger.

He moaned against your chest as you praised him and tugged on his roots. He growled when your nails scratched his scalp lovingly. Your head flew back when he bit down onto your sensitive bud.

Jimin groaned when your nails dug into his back, indicating the start of your climax. Your body trembled and shuddered as it was taken over by your pent-up orgasm. You dragged your nails down his glistening back and let out a guttural moan.

You were throbbing more erratically around his cock and it brought him closer to his spine shattering orgasm. He growled loudly and gripped your throat again, tightening his hand around it slightly as he pulled out and desperately shot his seeds all over your stomach and chest.

You breathed deeply, a crimson tint suddenly covered your cheeks. Jimin collapsed on top of you and panted loudly, his heaving chest moving to the same rhythm as yours. As much as you wanted to stay like this, you knew this was only a one time thing.

“Jimin…class is going to start soon. We should leave.” You pushed on his shoulder but he didn’t budge, instead he just groaned.

“I want to stay like this…” He mumbled against your skin and nipped at it, causing you to shiver in delight.

“That’s just the potion talking.” You assured him and lifted him off you with the little bit of strength you had left.

“The effects of the potion wore off a while ago. Great job by the way.” He chuckles and gathers his clothing.

“I should have started over. If I did when I had the chance, this wouldn’t be happening.” You tugged your panties up your legs after wiping yourself clean with the napkins that were in the room.

“So, you regret doing this?” He feigns hurt but you can see his eyes are betraying him. You knew deep down he was really hurt by what you said.

“No offense Jimin, but I’ve heard about how many of the girls here have done things with you.” You pulled your shirt over your head and ruffled your hair.

“C’mon, Y/N. Those are just rumors, I promise I’ve never done that with any girl here.” After he was fully dressed, he stepped closer to you and captured your lips in a chaste kiss. “You’re the only one I can think about. Why do you think I tease you so much? Haven’t your parents ever told you that if a boy messes with you, it’s because he likes you?” He smiles cutely and you weren’t even sure if this was the same guy who had just fucked you into oblivion.

Jimin sensed the uncertainty in your movements and he pecked your forehead, “Just give me a chance. If I mess up, you have every right to beat my ass and break up with me. Just know that I won’t stop until you’re mine again.”

You searched his eyes for any source of a lie and you were so thankful you couldn’t find one. “Fine. I guess I could give you a chance.” You were nonchalant about it but on the inside, you were jumping with joy.

“You won’t regret it.” He kissed you and spun you around. Once he set you down, you gave him a genuine smile.

“I can’t believe I just had sex with my arch nemesis.” He laughs at your comment and corrects you.

“Former arch nemesis. Oh, happy birthday by the way.” He pecks your lips and grins.

“Toads…really?” You hit his chest and he pouted. “That was your first strike!”

“What?! That happened before we started dating.” You fixed the collar of his shirt and brought his face closer to yours.

“Well then, I guess you’re gonna have to earn that strike back.” You winked at him and made your way to the door and opened it.

Jimin’s weight forced it closed as he blocked your path. “Why don’t I earn it back right now?” He smirked, picking you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

What were you going to do with this boy and his excessive sex drive?


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Pairing: Luke & You

Words: 1600+ 

Warning: Mildly nsfw

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Taegi #26 ^^ Thank you & take your time! Love your stories, I always look forward to any new story update!

#26 - “When we were lost”

“Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to go hiking?” Yoongi grumbled. “It’s our vacation. We should be sleeping, not sweating.”

“Twelve minutes ago, you were leaping around our picnic like a kangaroo and yelling about fresh air being good for the soul,” Taehyung said, tapping his walking stick on the ground and gazing up at the blue sky through the leafy canopy above. “Even I was exhausted watching you.”

“Yeah, well, the cameras are off now,” Yoongi huffed. He rolled his shoulders to shift the weight of his pack. “I know people talk about backpacking in Europe, but I didn’t think it was quite so literal. I didn’t come to Norway to exercise. I get enough of that in Korea, thank you very much.”

“Admit it, you’re out of shape, aren’t you hyung?” Taehyung teased. “Too many nights sitting in front of a computer. Even the Fire choreo couldn’t help you out.”

“Shut up,” Yoongi said. “I could move faster if I waned to. I just don’t want to.”

“Is that why you’ve let everyone else get so far ahead of us we can’t see them?” Taehyung asked idly. Yoongi looked up sharply.

“They’re probably just around the next bend,” Yoongi muttered. Taehyung wasn’t sure he was even supposed to hear it. Yoongi sounded unconcerned and sleepy, like always. But Taehyung couldn’t help but notice how his pace increased until he was surpassing Taehyung’s long-legged strides.

“Are you…worried?”

“No,” Yoongi said quickly, huffing a little with the effort of speed-walking with a pack. “Why would I be worried?”

“I dunno, you seem edgy,” Taehyung said as they rounded the curve to find more empty forest trail. “You’ve been weird since we got into the forest.” Yoongi pulled up short after the next bend. There was no Bangtan in sight.

Only a fork in the path, one branch leading up a slight hill and and the other curving around its base. The trees were thicker here, though plenty of greenish sunlight filtered through, and even the bird calls sounded muffled. It was tranquil, the air full of the rich scents of soil and vegetation, the light breeze tickling Taehyung’s skin and sending a fluttering whisper through the trees as though the forest had a million ancient secrets to tell. Taehyung was still drinking in the beauty when he felt Yoongi’s hand clench down on his arm.

“Hyung?” Taehyung said, concerned by Yoongi’s odd behavior. Yoongi laughed. It sounded a little brittle, even in the dense foliage, but he made a show of regaining his balance and kicking away a very small twig before letting go. Taehyung decided to let it slide. For now. Instead, he chose the most expedient path before them. He shouted. “PARK JIMIN!”

Yoongi flinched at the noise but joined him in calling out other the members’ names. The only answer was a few startled birds leaping out of a nearby tree with loud protests. The forest swallowed their cries, so Taehyung pulled out his phone to message them instead. “No signal,” he muttered. Yoongi’s hands tremored a little.

“Let’s just keep moving,” Yoongi said gruffly. “Somewhere up ahead, Jungkook is calling me lazy and requires a beating.”

Taehyung snickered, but simply asked, “Which way?”

Yoongi groaned and pointed up the hill. “As much as I hate climbing, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t have chosen the easy route. Ambitious little fuckers.”

They’d only climbed for a minute or two before Taehyung began to wonder if they’d chosen the wrong path. They couldn’t be this far behind the others. But Yoongi kept putting one foot in front of the other with confident, stomping determination, so Taehyung wordlessly followed. He watched Yoongi’s jaw clench and unclench repeatedly.

“It’s been like, ten entire minutes since we lost sight of them, right?” Yoongi asked gruffly. Taehyung shrugged. It sounded moderately accurate, but he hadn’t really been paying attention. “You’d think they’d have noticed by now. I mean, you’re not quiet and I’m a motherfucking delight to have around.” Taehyung thankfully hid his snort. “I canNOT believe this.”

They trekked further upward, Yoongi huffing in anger or effort or both. Finally, after seven more muttered threats and swear words, Taehyung tugged on his sleeve until they both came to a stop. “I don’t think they went this way. We should head back down.” Yoongi shrugged off his hand, spine rigid, but complied.

When they’d reached the bottom of the hill, where the path had split into two, it was hard to tell which branch was the one they’d originally come from and which one was the path their brothers had taken. “Do you know which one it is?” Taehyung asked.

“Fucking shit hell, what is wrong with these children?” Yoongi said, his voice rising in volume. Taehyung saw hands fist at his side. “You do not treat your hyung like this,” he shouted in the general direction of the rest of Bangtan, wherever they were.

Taehyung spun in a slow circle, trying to remember what the area had looked like when they’d walked up the first time. He was pretty sure that twisted tree with the moss growing on it (suspiciously in the shape of the B.A.P motoki, Taehyung thought) had been on his left.

“They would NOT have abandoned us,” Yoongi muttered while Taehyung actually did something useful, crouching down and scanning the forest floor for footprints. Not that he had any idea what he was looking for, but at least it was something. Yoongi scuffed the ground with his shoe harshly, inadvertently sprayed bits of leaves and dirt into Taehyung’s face. “Those shitheads left us.” Taehyung stood, shaking detritus out of his hair and eyeing Yoongi peevishly. Yoongi huffed and turned away, staring down one of the paths. “….I’ve been LEFT.”

“Dude, come on, it’s nothing to get so angry about,” Taehyung said, tugging on the older boy’s sleeve. “I’m sure they’re just–” But when Yoongi spun around, it was not rage on his face. It was pure, unadulterated fear. Taehyung looked around frantically, thinking of bears and wolves and who knew what other ferocious creatures roamed the Scandinavian countryside. But Yoongi gripped Taehyung’s arms and wheezed.

“They…left us…” he gasped, his eyes wide and uncertain and terribly close to Taehyung’s. “They left me…” Taehyung watched him, his concern growing with each of Yoongi’s raspy breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale.  “They left.” Inhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Inhale. Exhale.

“What on earth–” Taehyung couldn’t believe the words coming out of Yoongi’s mouth. Confident, sassy, take-no-shits-give-even-fewer Min Suga reduced to a quivering husk of a person because he’d been away from the other members for less than twenty minutes? That was usually his dearest dream. But he wasn’t Suga right now. He wasn’t even Min Yoongi. His body was shaking and his breathing was ragged and his grip on Taehyung’s forearms was tightening, but his eyes were shadowed. Yoongi wasn’t present at the moment. Inhale. Inhale. Inhale.

Taehyung felt like panicking himself, but there wasn’t time for that. Yoongi’s face was flushed and blotchy from lack of oxygen and an abundance of adrenaline. Taehyung was afraid he would pass out soon. Inhale. Inhale. Tiny exhale.

“Hyung,” Taehyung said, lowering his voice to his most soothing and commanding tone. “Look at me. I’m right here. You are not alone. You have not been…abandoned. You are safe. We are together.”

He had no idea what he was saying, but his words kept spilling out and bouncing off of Yoongi’s ears.



Taehyung gently twisted in Yoongi grip until he held the other boys hands tightly in his own.


“I’m right here. You’re okay. The others are coming back. We’re not lost. We’re safe. You’re safe.”

Tiny exhale.

“That’s it, hyung, breath out. Push the air out. Come on, you can do this. You’re okay.”




Taehyung heard a strange, muffled crash in the distance. Then an odd shriek that sounded nothing like an animal and everything like Jung Hoseok. Taehyung let out a tiny sigh of relief. Reinforcements.


“The others are coming back, hyung. They’re on their way. Can you hear them?”


Yoongi’s grip didn’t loosen, but his eyes sharpened ever so slightly. He was listening. To Taehyung. And to the forest around them. Which was growing noisier by the minute.


“See? They haven’t left you. They’re looking for you. Keep your eyes on me. It’s going to be okay. Do you hear Namjoon-hyung calling your name?”


“You’re doing great. Deep breath in.”


“Wonderful. Now deep breath out.”


Yoongi’s face was clearing, his breathing easing, his grip loosening. Gone was the primal panic, replaced by pale exhaustion.

“It’s okay, hyung, I’ve got you. And they’ll be here any minute. It’s going to be okay.”

“Don’t–” Yoongi rasped. “Don’t tell…the others.”

“Okay, whatever you need,” Taehyung said. He would agree to anything right now, anything at all, if it meant Yoongi would keep breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

With a final triumphant crash, the other members of Bangtan appeared around the curve of the path ahead of them, still several meters away.

“Where the hell were you guys?” Taehyung called, trying and failing to keep the accusation out of his tone. Yoongi’s hands fidgeted in his, reminding him to be calm. He looked over at his hyung and thought he saw embarrassment tinge his pale features. He let go of his hands and wrapped a casual (though firm) arm around his shoulders, looking for all the world as if he just needed a little extra skinship today.

“Sorry, Hoseok got scared by a bug and started running,” Seokjin called back. “And then Jungkookie and Jimin decided to make it a race and we didn’t realize we’d lost you until–” He flapped his hand to imply the details were insignificant and burdensome.

Jimin looked between the two of them suspiciously. Taehyung caught the glance and said quickly, “Yoongi-hyung tripped a while back. He’s fine. Just needed a little help. That’s how we got so far behind.” Yoongi spared him a tiny grateful look. He’d always been an excellent liar.

“Oh, no!” Hoseok cried, coming closer. Somehow, Hoseok defeated the sound dampening effects of the undergrowth, his voice far too loud as always. “Is it the ankle? Do I need to check for a sprain?”

Yoongi opened his mouth, but Taehyung was sure his croaking voice would give him away, so he cut him off with a sing-songed, “Already did.” Yoongi closed his mouth again. “Like I said, he’s fine. But we should probably head back now.”

The others agreed and  started off down the path behind them, Namjoon leading the way. For all that boy’s clumsiness and propensity to get stuck in his head, he had excellent navigational skills and an innate sense of direction.  Taehyung and Yoongi lagged behind again, Yoongi moving even slower than normal. Taehyung felt it played right into the cover and didn’t rush him along.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked in an undertone. Yoongi stay silent for several steps. “You don’t have to.”

“My hyung and I,” Yoongi said quietly after a moment. “We liked the pilgrimage to Gatbawi. You know the one, up Palgongsan Mountain?”

Taehyung nodded. He was very familiar. Even the mention of it made him homesick for Daegu.

“One time, god, I was probably nine or ten? I stopped to tie my shoe and then he was just.. gone. No one else was around and I was young and stupid and I left the path and…” Yoongi breathed out in a huff. “I thought I was over it, but…I guess not.”

“How long were you lost?” Taehyung asked.

“A few hours?” Yoongi said. “In the end, everything was fine.. But I was a kid, you know? That kind of thing…” Yoongi coughed and Taehyung stopped to fish his water bottle out of his pack. Yoongi drank gratefully. “Anyway, thanks. For all of…that.”

“Come on, you two,” Jimin said, trotting back through the space between them and the rest of the group. “We don’t want to lose you again. I didn’t like not knowing where you were.”

Yoongi smiled and reached out, ruffling Jimin’s hair. “You can’t get rid of me so easily,” he said. Taehyung was glad to see his color had returned to normal, though his hand still shook almost imperceptibly.

“Like I’d ever want to get rid of you,” Jimin said cutely, wedging himself against Yoongi’s other side. Jimin dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “Don’t tell the others, but you’re totally my favorite hyung.” Taehyung snorted, knowing that was the worst kept secret in Bangtan, but Yoongi still perked up. Taehyung was surprised and pleased to see him pull Jimin a little closer, lean on him a little heavier, and allow him to help.

All those feelings- Bucky Barnes Imagine

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Making Out

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have feelings for each other, but they are too afraid to admit them, so Steve and Tony might have some ideas to help. 

A/N: English isn’t my first language, sorry if you find grammar mistakes. The paragraphs in italics describe what happened between Y/N and Bucky while Steve and Tony chit chatted. Also,I give a shout-out to @twd-tvd-to-imagines for always being here for me and motivating me to do this. Thanks!

You woke up pretty late this morning, nothing unusual for you. After you had taken a shower, you dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a pink T-shirt which said “Alone Together” with a big heart below. You tied your hair in a messy bun and went for the living room. 

“Morning, Steve! How you doing?”

”I’m great Y/N! Do you wanna watch a movie? Tony, Clint and Bucky are up for it.”

“That’s cool. I’m in! What are we going to watch?”

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Walking Cliché (Clint x Reader)

So this was originally intended to be a oneshot, but I started writing it and having so much fun. I kept coming up with little details that I wanted to include and lo and behold, it was wayyy too long. So this is either gonna be a two- or three-parter, depending on how I finish it. I haven’t done very much with Clint or Tony in the past, so please let me know how I do! It starts off less angsty than I intended, but I will try my hand at angst in the upcoming chapters. Hope you enjoy!

Prompt: @dearlyfantastical5511

If you could please write something along the lines were Clint x reader are like partners before Natasha comes along. They are like super close and care for one another but reader doesn’t realize just how deep those feeling are until Natasha comes along and becomes his new partner. Angst but ends kind of fluffy?! Please?! 《》《》《》《》《》《》《》

You swung your leg up to connect your foot with his head. He grabbed ahold of your ankle just a half a second before it reached him and shoved you onto your back. With the wind totally knocked out of you, you paused to catch your breath, which gave him time to crawl on top of you and aim for a punch. You caught his fist, however, and rolled him over onto his own back. With his fist under your hand, he used that as a platform to launch you off of him. You landed on your back again, but learned from your previous mistake and scrambled to your feet as quick as you could. You watched Clint dive to the edge of the mat, reaching for his small black crossbow. You slipped two of your throwing knives out of the waistband of your training pants and spun around to face Clint, who was just raising his crossbow into postition. You both stood with your weapons level, each aimed at lethal points on the body. With heaving chests and sweaty skin you waited, waited for your opponent to falter even the slightest bit. You stood stiff for a solid 2 minutes when the shooting pain ran up your spine, and you winced. Clint immediately dropped his crossbow and rushed to your side.

“Oh my god, (y/n), are you okay?”

You lowered your knives and nodded, rubbing your back and scrunching your eyes. “Yeah, yeah I’m good. I just… I think I just landed on my back wrong is all.”

Clint led you by your elbow to a bench. He pushed your shoulder down gently, urging you to sit. “Shit (y/n), I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m so, so sorry.”

“No, it’s not your fault,” you waved your hand as though dismissing him. “I rolled my shoulders forward when I landed, we’re taught not to do that and I did, this is my fault. Besides, injury comes with the territory, it’s not like it’s unexpected. You of all people should know that.”

He stood by you as you rubbed up and down your spine. He couldn’t help but feel responsible. Instead of fighting you, because he knew damn well how that would go, he decided to fill the silence. “That was a great spar though. I kinda wish Cap was here to see it. Maybe he’d let up a little on the training.”

You scoffed at that. “You know Steve. Doesn’t matter if we save the world three times over, which we have, if I may point out. That’s still not enough training for him.” He plopped down on the bench next to you, and you rested your head in his lap.

He chuckled at the truth behind that. “Yeah, that’s a great point. But I think we make a damn good team. Too bad it looks like you’re gonna be out for a while, though.”

“Excuse me? I’m not going anywhere. I don’t think so, sir.” You crossed your arms and looked up at him.

“I think so, missy. Knowing you, even with an injury like this you wouldn’t take it easy on your back in the field. Unless you wanna do something like paralyze yourself, you’re on bed rest from now on. You get four weeks of rest or a lifetime of it, take your pick.”

You huffed and tightened your folded arms. “Fine. But no missions without me until then.”

“I’ll do what I can, but I make no promises. You know that’s not my call.”

“Yeah yeah, I know how it works.” You swung your legs off the bench and heaved the rest of you off his lap. You stood up, grabbed your water bottle off the bench and did a slow twirl. “See? Look, I’m perfectly fii-hiiiiinneowwsonofabitch!!” You dropped to the floor as another sting ran up your back.

He leaned off the bench to hold you up by the waist and walk you to the lab to get checked out. “Mhmm,” you heard him mutter, “juuust fine.”


You flipped through the magazine pages quickly enough to tear a few. Sparkly dress, bikini, bikini, bikini, sparkly dress, sparkly dress, scandalous dress… all the same. You suddenly felt a thick file land on your shins and lowered the magazine to see Clint leaning on the door frame of the hospital room. Your face immediately bloomed brighter at his presence, and he moved to switch out the dead flowers in the vase on your dresser with the fresh ones he carried in his hand. He knew you hated dead flowers.

“Hey!” You smirked at him. “I thought you were supposed to be in a meeting about a mission that you, my team mate, are going to go on without me?”

“Already ended.” He tossed the old flowers in the garbage can. He seemed quiet. It was a very subtle change, but he definitely wasn’t himself.

You watched some of the dry petals scatter onto the floor around the can. “So how’d it go? Who’d they assign you to? Where are you going? Gimme somethin’!”

“Welp, it’s four weeks for starters. So that’s… yeah.” He sighed. He paced himself over to your bed and sat on the edge closest to your feet.

“Oh come on, that’s not even close to the longest mission you’ve been on,” you reasoned. You couldn’t help the little pang of sadness in your chest at not being able to see your best friend for a month. He didn’t need to know that now, though. It was going to suck enough for him to leave without piling guilt on top of it all.

“I know. Doesn’t make it any less shitty,” he shrugged.

You pressed on. “So who’s going with you?”

He sighed just a little and ran his hands over his face. “Natasha Romanoff.”

You felt the blood drain from your face. “Natasha Romanoff? As in the Natasha Romanoff??”

“Is there any other?”

“Why aren’t you freaking out?! That’s so great! She’s a legend, you’ve got to be more excited about this. She’s the one you decided to bring in instead of killing, right? I remember you telling me about it.” He nodded along to your every word. “Is everyone else excited too?” you pushed.

“It’s uh… it’s actually just gonna be the two of us,” he murmured.

“Oh.” You sat on you hands and forced yourself to smile. They were giving him a new partner? A group mission would have been alright, but a new partner? That bit made you a little uneasy.

“See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you, I knew you’d freak out. It’s just gonna be a temporary thing.” He placed a hand gently onto your knee. “As soon as you’re healed, we’ll be back out there together, kicking ass.”

“No no, I know. I’m not freaking out! I’m just… really jealous that you get to work with the Black Widow, that’s all.” You turned your attention back to the file he dropped in your lap. “These the briefs?”

He nodded, and you nodded back. “(Y/n), listen to me. You’ve been my partner for three years, and you’ll always be my partner. But you know that they can’t have both of us off the roster just because one of us is down.”

“Clint, I know. I understand, trust me. It doesn’t mean I like it, but I do understand.” He stared at you, obviously not believing a word you said. You rolled your eyes. “Go already!” you shooed him. “Looks like you’ve got some heavy packing to get to anyways.”

He groaned and the mattress squeeked with the loss of his weight. He slothed his way back to the door, stopping just short of the frame, curling his fingers around the metal, then turned back around to your bed. “You should be mostly healed by the time I get back. We can get back out there and show those aliens, or robots, or whatever the hell else decides to show up next just who’s boss… You’re my best friend (y/n), and my best partner. That’s not changing anytime soon if I have anything to say about it.”

You gave him a half smile. “I know. You’re my best friend, too… just don’t kick too much ass without me?”

He chuckled and clasped your shoulder. The deep, genuine look of care and sincerity he gave you caused a little flutter in your heart. “I’ll try. Rest.” He leaned over to give you a quick peck on the forehead. With that, your very best friend left. You wouldn’t see him for another six weeks.


“Where are they??” You paced the airspace out front of the Avenger’s facility. Well, ‘pace’ was a generous word. More like hobbling back and forth on your atrophied legs with the assistance of Tony’s now aching forearm.

“All I know is they’re supposed to show up today. Don’t know what time exactly. Hey, Bambi, you mind maybe trying a little harder with those legs? You’re a lot heavier than you look.” You punched him in the chest. “Ow, hey! You’re also a lot stronger. I see your arms are working just fine.” He smirked, rubbing his chest.

“Keep it up and you’ll be the one on six months bed rest.” You quipped, craning your neck to look all around the sky. You had been sitting out there for almost three hours already with no sign of returning indoors any time soon.

You shifted your hold on him to his shoulder and Tony shook out his wrist. As much as Stark could be a smartass, he really was a big teddy bear on the inside. He was sweet enough to wait with you as your crutch the entire time. He knew how much Clint meant to you, and also knew how much it hurt you when you found out his mission was going to take longer than the predicted month. He volunteered to wait with you until the quinjet returned to the facility, and all because he knew the two of you were inseparable.

He also knew why that was. Your confession to him about your newly realized feelings for Clint happened around week five of his absence. You didn’t even know how you really felt until you told him.



The constant quiet in your room was starting to eat at you starting from around week two, so Tony had been coming to hang out with you every chance he could since then. It was now week four, two days past the day Clint should’ve been back.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s new?” he asked as he sauntered into your room with Chinese takeout (your favorite, as he found out last night).

“Well, let’s see… In the 12 hours you’ve been gone I went skydiving, I won the Nobel Peace Prize, oh, and I also robbed a bank,” you answered without even looking away from the TV.

“Sounds like an eventful night.” He set the Styrofoam box on the rolling tray beside your bed. He waited for you acknowledgement, but your eyes were glued to the screen. “You gonna look at me?”

“Nope,” you replied, drawing out the N just a bit.

He sighed and took of his red tinted glasses. “Look, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but somebody had to tell you. That person just so happened to be me. So, if you’re gonna be mad at someone, be mad at Clint for not doing his damn job right fast enough.”

You sucked your teeth for a second and glanced over at the takeout. “Thank you,” you muttered.

“That’s more like it.” He pulled up a chair next to your bed and sat on it, backward. Why was that such a common guy thing? Clint did it all the time too.

“I’m sorry. I just really miss that bastard.”

“Yeah, I know you guys are best friends. Don’t worry your pretty little head, Birdpoop will be back soon enough.”

“I just miss hanging out, you know? I’m out of my routine. We always train together, everyday, and that’s part of why we work so well together. We know each other’s fighting styles like the back of our hands, so we can basically read each other’s minds in the field. Now I’m not even training at all. And then when we finish a mission we always pick up some coffee flavored ice cream for him and mint chocolate chip for me and we sit in the rafters and eat a whole gallon each to celebrate. Sometimes after a mission, if I did something… if we did something… bad… when I can’t sleep I’ll just knock on his door, and it’s like he knows, and when he opens up the TV is playing my favorite movie and he’s made a little nook for me out of pillows on his bed. If the movie doesn’t help, we’ll just start talking. He’ll tell me funny things, and when he gets me to laugh he makes this really sweet, proud grin that makes my heart flutter. I can always stay up later than he can, and when he gets really sleepy he has this cute little smile on his face while he just listens to me talk about anything, rambling on and on… kind of like I am now.” You winced when you realized the sudden direction of the conversation. That certainly wasn’t where you expected it go. Then you noticed Tony’s very smug face. “No… Tony, listen, I know this looks bad, but I swear up and down those feelings did not exist like that 45 seconds ago. ”

Tony just maintained that smug look, his hands entwined over his mouth. “Steve owes me twenty bucks.”

“Listen, I- You what?!? Tony, I can’t believe you bet on my love life, as sad as it may be, something so-

“Oh, shut up! You fell in love with your best friend, you’re a walking cliché!”

“How did you know about it if I didn’t even know about it?”

“Please, (y/n), you two can’t spend more than 12 minutes away from each other without whining about it.”

You groaned and threw your head in your hands. He was never going to let this go.

“Don’t worry, (y/n), I’m not gonna say anything to him.”

“And why not?” you asked, picking your head up from your hands.

“Because I can tell this is the real thing. And that’s not something you take lightly. I don’t mess with love, sweetheart! C'mon, give me a little more credit than that.”

You sat for a moment, thinking about the last few years with Clint and how each memory now meant something totally different after these feelings. You couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. “Thanks Tony. That means a lot to me.”

“Anytime, sweetheart. Glad I could help you realize your love. And thank you for helping me make money in the meantime.”

You chuckled. “Anytime Stark. I’m glad I could help you realize your twenty bucks.”