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a-little-suga · 2 years

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Yours, Under The Stars

𝕐𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 | 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕒𝕦

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: Parties are not your thing, they aren’t Yoongi’s either and perhaps its a better idea to ditch the lame halloween party you had both been forced to go to with your long time friend and enjoy your night another way.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: haunted house, descriptions of realistic spooky things, plenty of fluff, mentions of alcohol, drinking and people in various states of drunkness but its not in detail (mostly used to describe other party goers), two shy introverts pining over each other.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: Approx 3.9k

𝔸/ℕ: Hello! Here's a fic for my lovely friend @dreamescapeswriting's halloween collaboration! I wasn't sure I was going to be able to write this fic as I've been much busier than I had hoped, but I'm glad I got to write it in the end and partake in the collaboration! Check out the other writers in the collab too. Feedback is appreciated, enjoy!

Yoongi let out a low humph as he stood in front of the house party he had been dragged along to.

Lights flashed in the windows now and again, while mediocre club music thrummed in the background, surely annoying everyone in the neighborhood with the obnoxious beat.

Why on earth had Yoongi agreed to even come along to such a terrible looking Halloween party? And more importantly, why the fuck had he further agreed to go to a haunted house with his friends?

If only the answer was more unassuming and he could brush it off as a fluke of social need. However, Yoongi knew better and he knew full well why he had agreed to go to the Halloween party that Jungkook and Jimin had pestered him about.

“Oppa,” You had greeted him only a few days prior, slipping into the row of seats that Yoongi was occupying by himself in the lecture theatre.

It wasn’t a particularly busy study hall, and thankfully most people seemed to be minding their own business or working together with some casual chatter.

“Mm?” He hummed out lowly as he lifted his paper cup of bitter, bland and overpriced coffee to his lips and took an unsatisfying sip of the now tepid liquid.

He really needed to find a better cafe than the one on campus.

Normally Yoongi would not have minded your attention or company, but unfortunately trailing behind you and much to your own visible discontent, Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung were right behind you.

You didn’t even need to finish your sentence, Yoongi knew you were asking him for help in getting the three younger boys off your back. They had been at everyone about the party that some rich second year was throwing for Halloween with the promise of a haunted house attraction in the guest house of his parents’ flashy estate.

Not exactly what home bodies like you and Yoongi took an interest in attending, but the three younger boys knew that and still persisted.

Wordlessly, Yoongi got up from his seat, allowing you to pass by him and settle down on the other side of him so the three boys couldn’t follow you further into the lecture hall row, and instead would have to contend with the grumpy look of displeasure on their hyung’s features.

“If this is about the party, I don’t want to hear it.” He grumbled.

“Come on! Noona is going.” Jungkook whined as he climbed across to situate himself next to Yoongi, causing him to shoot you a look of confusion.

“Well, not really, they put the words in my mouth.” You deflected.

“You said yes.” Jimin grinned evilly, his voice coming from over your shoulder as he had snuck into the row behind yours and leaned over your shoulder.

“You asked me if I wanted to hang out, you never said it was a party.” You huffed.

“Noona we’ll have to pick out Halloween costumes together.” Jungkook insisted.

“And you can do my makeup.” Jimin added, which solicited a sharp glare from Yoongi and a nudge to the ribs from Taehyung.

“I would rather stay home.” You sighed, glancing over at Yoongi who only offered up a sympathetic look.

“Pleeeaaase.” Taehyung spoke up, attempting to win you over with the sweet, doe-like eyes he sent you.

At this point, Yoongi had a headache brewing, not to mention his coffee that was more akin to filtered battery acid was certainly not helping and all he wanted to do was be left in peace and ask you where the hell you got your clearly superior smelling coffee from and maybe take a nap after he was done with this stupid assignment.

“She’s only going if I go and I’m not going.” Yoongi interrupted the cacophony of whining and attempts at persuasion, making them all drop their voices at the announcement.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, you thought Yoongi had single handedly saved you from a bustling social engagement, but what neither of you had counted on was Jimin pulling the heavy persuasion card and trying his absolute best to get his way with Yoongi.

And unfortunately for the two of you, it had worked.

Which was why you now found yourself standing next to Yoongi, shivering in the chilly autumn air while wearing a very scratchy, cheap cat costume you had bought quickly one evening on the walk back to your dormitory from the grocery store. Yoongi at least looked nice and warm in his Ravenclaw robes and scarf that he had pulled out for the occasion. “This is ridiculous.” You huffed out. “Mm. At least you look cute.” Yoongi replied quietly before taking a step towards the house. “Come on, all we have to do is show our faces, say hi and half of them will be too drunk to remember that we left early.” He said, waving you along with him. “And what are we going to do after the party?” You asked. “I’ll walk you home, we can stargaze on the way.” Yoongi replied plainly. That definitely sounded more fun than the huge group of people you were exposed to as soon as you were invited into the house.

“You’re here!” Jungkook was the one to greet you, dressed in the same demon costume you had picked for him out of the two he had shown you in class the other day, when he definitely should have been paying attention to the lecturer and not online shopping. Taehyung weaseled himself around the people bustling around the entrance, slipping through to see you both and pull Yoongi into an enthusiastic hug, flashing you a big, boxy grin over his hyung’s shoulder, showing off his Joker makeup.

“You’re so cute!” Jimin gasped, rushing towards you and reaching up to tug at your cat ears. “Ah, so cute.” He gushed. Jin, who’s costume was a doctor, wandered towards you both, amused by how unamused you looked. Jimin was dressed as a vampire and had insisted that you do his makeup for him, suffice to say you hoped you had made him the most convincing vampire at the party. “We’re going to the haunted house soon.” Jungkook told you as he approached you from behind while the others followed, Taehyung reluctant to peel himself away from Yoongi. You let out a sigh at the idea, it was probably the one thing you had been looking forward to the least. “Are you coming with us?” Yoongi asked, Taehyung shaking his head in response. “We just got back from the haunted house.” You heard Hoseok say as a wizard approached, accompanied by a very tall policeman at his side. Namjoon adjusted his policeman hat and nodded. “We almost died.” He said with a voice full of conviction. “We did, it was horrible, I thought I was in hell.” Hoseok agreed.

But as you were pulled along by a slightly tipsy Jimin towards the haunted house that was set up at the back of the rich boy’s estate, watching as people walked out of the building looking somewhere between too dazed on alcohol to understand what they had just walked through or looking utterly terrified, you were positively quaking as you waited in line. Or perhaps it was just because you were cold. It was so cold that you were questioning your choice of outfit and the only reason you were even dressed as a cat in the first place was because it had been between a cat costume or a witch outfit that would have probably passed better as lingerie than a halloween costume.

Wordlessly, Yoongi slipped off his Ravenclaw robes and wrapped them around your shoulders. “You can pretend you took a bad polyjuice potion.” He said, giving you a quick glance, long enough to see the way you smiled all flustered and cute at his kind action. Cat ears or not, you were still adorable just by yourself and sometimes he wondered how you were still single.

Jungkook insisted it was because “noona never goes out” and he would be right, but the fact was that you seemed to pay no interest in socialising unless it was with people you were particularly close to.

You were always so sweet to Yoongi, even when other people in class hadn’t gotten to know him better yet and assumed he was cold and mean and perpetually angry. You saw through his stoicism and didn’t treat him with discomfort or question him for his lack of reaction or outward expression of emotion. You were yourself around him and it made Yoongi feel that much more special, because he didn’t always see you open up with other people the way you did with him.

Not to mention, your coffee always smelled so good. You always came to class with that pretty lilac flask with pusheen stickers all over it and when you took your favourite seat next to Yoongi and popped open the top, sometimes he caught himself taking in the same deep, satisfying breath of the rich coffee scent that you did.

“Noona, don’t be scared, I’ll hold your hand.” Jungkook said, a little too loudly, bringing Yoongi out of his thoughts to see Jungkook getting awfully comfortable with you.

You were friends, you were with the entire group, but Jungkook seemed to have grown quite an attachment to you and Yoongi couldn’t work out if it was a crush or simple admiration.

A groan came from behind you, Jin joining in a bit more as he reached up to adjust the stethoscope around his shoulders. “Aish, we’re not here to listen to you flirt with your noona.” Jin teased. Yoongi could tell you were scared of going into the haunted house, you had mentioned being afraid of it only a couple of days ago when Jimin was trying desperately to have you both come along and now you looked apprehensive as you watched people enter and leave the house.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi asked you, voice deep and quiet, breath hitting the side of your cheek as he leaned in to speak quietly to you while the others berated and teased each other. “I’ll stick with you, okay?” He reassured you.

“Joon and Hobi didn’t help.” You muttered.

“Joon and Hobi are over dramatic.” Yoongi countered. “You’re scared, aren’t you?” He suddenly asked.

You glanced at him, a look of worry on your features for a moment while you hesitated until you relaxed in his gaze. “I get scared easily and I’ve never been in a haunted house before.” You admitted, barely above a whisper.

Yoongi gave you a sweet, little endearing smile.

“Do you trust me?” Yoongi asked, a hint of sincerity in his voice.

“I trust you, oppa.”

“If you’re afraid you can hold onto me and if you tell me to, I will get you out of there as fast as I can.” He reassured you, voice soft and sweet toned as he gently put his arm around you and gave you a comforting squeeze.

“We’re next.” Jungkook was practically bouncing on the spot.

“I bet the actors they hired are just in subpar makeup and costumes, they won’t be convincing, it’ll be fine.” Jimin attempted to reassure the group.

However, as soon as you stepped into the house and the front door was latched shut behind you, leaving the five of you in such dim lighting that there might as well have not been any lighting at all, you began to feel your heart race.

The distant screech of some poor party goer made you jump, and you found yourself stepping a little closer to Yoongi.

“You go first.” Jin shoved Jimin forwards, though he promptly panicked and managed to circle around Jungkook and situate himself behind the bravest of his friends.

“Come on, it can’t be that bad. I’ve been to a few haunted houses before, they are never really scary.” Jungkook scoffed, confidence thick in his voice as he took a step forward, only for your demon dressed friend to be surprised by the ghoul that greeted you in the hallway and let out a horrifying deathly groan as he shuffled towards you, a little too fast for your liking. “It’ll be fine.” Jimin reaffirmed, voice unconvincing. “Just subpar.”

Jimin was wrong.

It was not fine, nor was it subpar. It was far too realistic for most of you, except for Jungkook and Yoongi who seemed mostly unfazed by the actors and jumpscares. It was noticeable within seconds of walking in how uncomfortable you were, but with the rest of the boys trying their best to drag the two of you deeper into the haunted house, it quickly became apparent that it was too late to turn back now.

Yoongi tried his best to get you through the haunted house and protect you from getting too scared, but when Jungkook had pushed Jin and Jimin into the extended part of the haunted house and left you and Yoongi to finish the tour by yourselves, you were even more on edge than you had been to begin with.

“It’s alright, the exit is just around the corner. We’ll be out of here in a minute.” Yoongi soothed you, taking note of the way you gripped his hand with fear, your free hand clinging to his arm.

He didn’t mind the way you gripped him a little too tight, nor did he complain when you had hidden behind him when a rather convincing and vicious looking axeman had chased you out of a room only five minutes ago.

Yoongi peeked around the corner before gently tugging you along with him into the empty corridor. It was too quiet, but the exit was right there.

Right as you thought you were both safe, there was an ear piercing screech from behind you, sending a chill down your spine.

Turning to look over his shoulder, Yoongi saw a horrible little demon girl running towards you both and in a moment of bravery, Yoongi pulled you with him before he fumbled with the door and pushed you ahead of him outside into the cold air before he joined you and slammed the door shut behind him.

Letting out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding onto, Yoongi looked down to see that you were still holding hands, not that he was about to complain. Now that you weren’t in a situation where you were scared beyond being able to feel any other emotion, it felt quite nice to have his hand in yours.

You were soft and your fingers fitted perfectly between his.

Looking up, Yoongi saw the way you were looking at him with an expression of guilt.

“You okay, jagi?”

The name that left his lips in that deep voice, all rough around the edges only seemed to intensify your attraction to him. There your friend stood, his black hair tousled in a way that showed his undercut, Ravenclaw scarf haphazardly flung over his shoulders after he had almost lost it in the haunted house.

“Oppa, you didn’t have to do that.” You said, voice still a little shaky from fear, that little demon girl had really scared you, but you were quite glad that Yoongi had taken it upon himself to get you both out as soon as he could and let you hide against him.

“It’s nothing.” He smiled softly, squeezing your hand gently. “It was much more intense than I was expecting and I know you were really not comfortable in there.” Yoongi added.

“Let me walk you home, keep you safe from any more ghouls and demons.” He offered, earning him a shy little smile from you. “Maybe you can show me where you get your coffee from on the way there so I can join you in the mornings, if um, if that’s okay?” Yoongi asked, worried that he might have just casually invited himself into your morning routine and it wasn’t exactly polite of him.

“Actually, I make my coffee myself.” You told him. “We could, maybe have breakfast together? I can make you coffee. The ones they serve at the campus cafe-.”

“Tastes like sludge.” Yoongi interrupted, smiling when you let out a giggle and nodded. He was glad that someone else agreed that it was probably the worst coffee he had ever tasted. “Also I want breakfast with you.” Yoongi gave you a little smile. “I’ll bring pastries as compensation for the coffee.” He added.

“You don’t have to, oppa.”

“Mm, I’ll do it anyway.” He settled, knowing that you knew there was absolutely no point in trying to argue with Yoongi over little things like this, he was immovable when he decided on something.

“Are they leaving?” Taehyung asked as he peered over the lip of his cup, Hoseok and Namjoon standing with him and watching from the front porch as you and Yoongi turned away from the house and walked in the direction of the university, hand in hand.

“Looks like it.” Namjoon replied.

“They’re holding hands.” Taehyung observed.

“It’s about time.” Hoseok grinned. “She makes hyung happy.”

“Think Jungkook will be mad?” Namjoon asked, eliciting a boxy grin and a chuckle from Taehyung.

“Jiminie and Jungkook have been trying to provoke Yoongi-hyung into asking her out for months.” He admitted, causing Namjoon to sigh and shake his head fondly at Taehyung.

“The stars are pretty tonight.” You spoke barely above a whisper, stopping in the middle of the pathway to look up at the night sky. You had walked down a couple of blocks and you were far enough away now that you couldn’t hear the party anymore. “Mm, really pretty.” Yoongi agreed, stopping beside you, hand in hand still. His gaze however, was not on the stars and instead he was paying far more attention to you.

Feeling his eyes on you, you turned to look at him, only to see the loving expression on his features, eyes softened, lips slightly upturned into a little smile, his kind face warm with adoration as he took you in. His gaze sent a flustered warmth through you, bringing a shy smile to your lips, he was handsome, so much so that just looking at him seemed to make you flustered and shy.

At first you had thought your crush on Min Yoongi was a simple friendly crush, one that would fizzle out and fade as the university year would go on. But as your friendship had grown stronger, so did your attraction to Yoongi and it was only solidified when you accidentally let slip the word that internally weakened your stoic friend.

Oppa.

It made his cheeks warm with a gentle blush and made the unusual feeling of butterflies flutter through him, much to his surprise.

You made him soft and Yoongi loved it.

“You’re so pretty.” He mumbled the words out, presumably not on purpose from the way he looked at you with sudden shock. “What?” You whispered. “What?” Yoongi tried to smooth it over, but you had already heard him and the expression on your features softened as you met his eyes. There was a moment of quiet, tense yet not unbearable as you carefully chose your words. “Tell me more.” You whispered. Yoongi’s shoulders relaxed a little, fingers tightening around yours just a little. “I like you.” He said gruffly, but you knew there was more behind his deep stare. “Tell me more, oppa, please?” You coaxed him, eyes soft and persuasive. The way you breathed out the words almost made Yoongi lose control, but he was measured and with a heavy swallow and a breath of cold air, he let his confidence through.

“You’re all I want.” The words were hushed, his deep tone rumbling through his chest as he spoke, words brushing lightly against your skin. “Then make me yours, Yoongi.” You murmured in response, fingers lowering down to his chest, gripping onto his soft Hogwarts jumper. He smirked at you, a soft huff of amusement passing his lips as he looked down at you, his hand gently tugging you closer to him.

“Can I kiss you, jagi?” Yoongi asked, edging closer, but still keeping some space between you in case this wasn’t what you wanted.

But the way your eyes deepened, lips parting with anticipation, breath catching at the back of your throat was telling.

“Oppa,” The name tumbled past your lips, heart leaping at the name he had just used, you reached for him slowly, nervously, yet there was need in your eyes. You wanted Yoongi, you needed him but the words were difficult to say aloud.

“Please.” You breathed out, and that was all it took for him to close the gap between you and gently take you into his arms, holding you carefully.

Leaning in, Yoongi captured your lips in a sweet kiss, his hands carefully holding you against him, light enough that you could pull away, but you only drew in, trailing your fingers over his chest to rest at his shoulders as your lips moved with his.

Yoongi felt soft against you, warm, accompanied by the earthy, fresh scent of his cologne. His hair was silky against your fingers as your touch roamed higher, settling at the nape of his neck and tugging gently at the strands that settled between your fingers. Your touch rewarded you with a low groan, soft but rough around the edges, chest vibrating against you as Yoongi deepened the kiss, tongue meeting yours in languid motions, lips plush and soft as his grip on your waist tightened slightly, fingers pressing against your back.

Yoongi kissed you breathless, slow and gentle, creating a haze between you that only pulled you in for more. His touch was addictive, his hot breath against your lips between kisses was intoxicating, pulling you in deeper until slowly, you surfaced, breathing a little laboured, cheeks warm to the touch, eyes soft and hazy as you looked up at him, meeting Yoongi’s gentle gaze.

“I’ll take you on a real date tomorrow, I promise.” Yoongi spoke quietly, a genuine air to his words. “I’d like that.” You nodded, shyness gripping you and making it difficult to look him in the eyes. “What if you’re only kissing me for my coffee?” You teased, trying to ease yourself and earning you a soft laugh and a hint of his gummy smile. “I’m not, but your coffee does look incredible. I want to try some and maybe kiss the barista.” “Tomorrow morning while everyone is still in their post alcohol sleep we can have some quiet coffee.” You suggested. “Mm, that sounds perfect, jagi. I want that with you.” Yoongi breathed out. “Let’s go home so tomorrow can come faster. I’m tired.”

And with his arm around your shoulders, the gentle rustle and crunch of leaves beneath each step as you walked along the path that led home, you were just a little bit glad that the boys had forced the two of you along to that party, because now you were his.

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a-little-suga · 3 years

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Don’t Stop

Taehyung x Reader (smut 18+ minors DNI)

Summary: One orgasm from you isn’t enough, neither is a second, Taehyung wants to make you fall apart again and again.

Warnings: daddy kink, fingering, overstimulation, mention of multiple orgasms, oral (female receiving).

Word count: Approx 800

A/N: WOW hello omg it has been a long time since I posted anything on here. I’ve been working a lot on my house, which is a fixer upper and this fic was the result of a coffee break. I’m hoping to get a halloween fic done for a little collaboration but I’m worried it’ll either not happen or I’ll be terribly late. Anyway, enjoy some Taehyung smut, also this is dedicated to my best friend @moonlightkook for breaking my soul with her first BTS fic ily 💕

"That's it, baby. You can do one more for me, can't you?" It wasn't a question and the way his deep voice met your ears, heavy with lust sent a shiver through you. Taehyung wanted you in pieces and you were crumbling for him.

His fingers were deep within you, hooked against the sensitive velvet spot as he stroked you with his fingertips again and again at a painfully slow speed.

A deep hum followed when you visibly jumped at the touch of his other fingers pressing against your already oversensitive clit, beginning to slowly circle around your bud.

The sensations made you squirm with impatience, the touch itself almost being too much. The man above you was pressing so much pleasure into you with just his fingers over and over until you were senseless.

Taehyung loved the way you writhed under his relentless touch, enjoying watching you arch against him as he stroked you closer, but sometimes watching you come undone for him once or twice wasn't enough and he needed more.

"Daddy-." You croaked, words lost on your tongue as you forced a breath in through your mouth, fingers grasping at the bed sheets as he quickened the pace on your sensitive bud, overworked and aching with pleasure.

"Is that too much, baby? Do you want me to stop?" He asked teasingly, but you knew that if you did ask him to stop, he would.

You shook your head vigorously, gripping the bed sheets so tight you thought you might rip a hole in them.

"Tell me with your pretty voice. Is it too much?" He questioned again, the fingers that were hooked inside you slowed and you whined, so overused that you couldn't do without his touch.

"Please, please don't stop." You near sobbed the words out, breath caught in the back of your throat and you almost heard the smirk that wound its way onto his lips, curving as he took your answer.

He listened, but Taehyung took your answer and ran with it, suddenly slamming his fingers up against you, gently pinching your clit and circling with his thumb. The sudden movements elicited a strangled gasp from you, body trembling as he gave you the feeling you craved.

Taehyung hummed in satisfaction when he felt you lean into his touch, your sensitive bud pressed into his fingers, each brush of his touch against you brought you an overwhelming strike of pleasure that was almost too much and yet, not enough.

"Don't stop, please don't stop." You whined out, closer and closer to the edge now, desperately chasing your high with ragged breaths and trembling muscles.

"Are you going to let go for me?" He asked, breath fanning heavily over your skin as he spoke.

"Please." You whined out, arching into his touch, gasping at the way his fingers filled you and stretched you perfectly, how his fingers felt as they glided over your swollen clit and delivered such an achingly heavy rush of pleasure.

"Go ahead baby, show me how good I make you feel." He grunted, watching now as his touch seemed to be intoxicating in that moment, white heat raging through you as you sunk into the mattress as much as you could, the unfiltered moan that left your lips with such force as you came hard against him, breathless, spent and so overstimulated.

"Mm, good girl." Taehyung hummed deeply. "Such a good girl." He breathed out, watching as you came down until your breathing evened and you relaxed fully against the mattress.

"One more for me, baby." He spoke softly as he leaned in, hot breath scolding against your throbbing clit.

"Too much." You mumbled, gasping and tensing as soon as he closed his lips around your clit.

"Too much? But you asked me not to stop, baby." Taehyung smirked, watching as you wriggled beneath him, knowing that this was what had happened in the last orgasm, and the orgasm before that.

He gently circled your clit with his tongue, listening to the way your breathing jumped, humming around you as you calmed, leaning into his touch.

He was right, you could do one more and god, it felt too good to ask him to stop.

"Is it okay, baby?" He asked more seriously.

"Daddy, please don't stop." You whined the words out, knowing they were the very words that had gotten you into that position in the first place but you knew exactly what you were doing when you had breathed them out so desperately.

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