#btb drabbles

[bang-tan-bitches]

Drabble request please. Min Yoongi. Please let me have you. Thanks for considering!

“Please, let me have you.” He whispers in you ear, nipping your ear lobe before trailing wet kisses down the side of your neck.

You tilt your head to give him better access.

“Please. You know you want this just as much as I do.”

And he was right, you did want this. You’d wanted him for as long as you could remember. Min Yoongi, your brothers best friend since grade school…

He bites the place where your shoulder meets your neck, and you groan. Not saying yes, but not saying no either. His large hand is already up your skirt, gripping your hip and pulling your ass flush against his front, arching your back in the process. You place your hands against the wall to balance yourself. You can feel his erection pressing between your cheeks and against your already damp core.

“You’re already so wet for me…” his long fingers squeeze tighter and you know you’ll have bruises tomorrow… “tell me I can have you. Tell me.”

You bite your lip and press against him harder, rubbing against him as he presses into you with a deep moan in your ear. You know it’s wrong. He’s not yours. He’s never been yours. In fact, he’s taken. But in this moment, it’s just you, and him, and the party raging downstairs…

“Say it.” He growls, bringing his other hand around your throat, arching your back more. “Say it”

You close your eyes, “Yes. Take me Yoongi, I’m yours.”

He buries his face between your shoulder blades and laughs, removing his hand from your hip to unzip his pants.

“Wha- what’s so funny?” You pant as the hand on your hip rips a hole in your tights with a flick of his wrist.

“You’ve always been mine.” He grits through his teeth, as he pushes into you to the hilt, “and I’m never letting you go.”

[esculentevil]

(Thorinduil) Fall[ing for] Fashion

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆💎AO3/Pillowfort🌲☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆

Thranduil is a world famous fashion designer trying to come up with a new line.

He swings by a café on his way to his only child’s art exhibit for some coffee and hot cocoa (for Legolas and himself, respectively—don’t judge his sweet tooth!), because he knows they’ll both really need it, and ends up meeting the owner.

Thorin is a jaded, grouchy old man with streaks of starlight in his midnight hair; he’s short and stocky and strong and silent until he’s suddenly shouting angrily; he’s dark and broody with a deep voice that snarls and steals Thranduil’s breath until he’s shivering and sweating and shaking and SOAKING with want for him.

It takes several trips, several test drawings, several bribes of Thorin’s nephews, and even several unflattering moments of stammering, blushing, and falling but, eventually, he manages to not only get Thorin to like his newest clothing line but WEAR them too—o, and like him back, as well (he doesn’t fall on him, though).

[corneroffandom]

Weekly Writing Update #54 (July 16th, 2023)

Writing this week wasn't too bad, although AO3's DDOS attack did kind of disrupt me a little bit, so I only just got BtB uploaded. I had it written, I just didn't upload it until tonight. Oops? I wrote fairly steadily through the week, but did take a break on Monday because, as mentioned, AO3 being down. And I have a path to finishing my original story! Yay! The rest are all moving along steadily, and I hope to have more finished by early to mid August. We'll see. I have plans to do so, anyway. For now, my goals are just to keep plugging away and hopefully get to move on to other ideas soon. Hope you all are doing well, and catch you all with another update next Sunday!

Back to Basics: 469 World Wrestling Digidestined: 373 Encontrar una Manera: 388 Encontrar una Manera bonus story: 119 Original story: 209 raffle story 2: 379 raffle story 3: 177 New Years drabbles: 174 Sixteen: 85 Renatus: 124 Passenger: 154 Evidence: 155 In total: 2806 Annual Word Count: 80955 New fic plot notes: 5 Team Work chapters booked: 0 Old fics uploaded to AO3: 0

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[bopbopstyles]

BARTENDER Y/N AND THE FRAT FAMILY AT FORMAL!!! PLEASE!!!

i used a few asks to build out this scene including this, this and this. here is y/n’s outfit (it’s hot). this is connected to behind the bar.

enjoy 5.6k of fluff and smut. warning: some choking :)

You pulled the dress down as you stood in the bathroom of the hotel room you were sharing with Harry. To say you were nervous would be an understatement—you were internally losing your shit. Harry had asked you a month ago to go to his formal with him and at the time you had just thought sure, it’s just another event. But now you were here and you were wearing one of Rhea’s dresses that showed almost every inch of your skin and you were this close to feigning sickness. And not because you were nervous about what Harry would think—Harry didn’t care what you wore—you were nervous you would be wearing the wrong thing and the rest of the dates would think you were crazy.

Because the truth was that maybe your dress was a little crazy. It had a deep plunge down to the base of your breasts that showed your cleavage and instead of seams going up from the hem to the hip, there were laces, meaning you couldn’t wear underwear, and also that a significant amount of leg was showing as well as all of the tattoo on your hip. Essentially, you had to be very careful while dancing. You had asked Harry about the dress code and he had just shrugged, before pulling you in towards his chest and running his hand through your hair. That had quickly distracted you and the thought had fled from your head, meaning you had to rely on Google and your roommate, and neither of you were in sororities or had ever gone to a frat formal before.

Which left you here, standing in the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror, taking a deep breath before you turned around and entered the bedroom, where Harry was waiting for you. You could hear the low rumble of music playing from the portable speaker Harry had packed with him, his pregame playlist that you knew well by this point flowing through the air. BLEACH by BROCKHAMPTON was currently playing, one of your shared favorites, so you decided it was time. You swiped the remnants of your makeup into your makeup bag and zipped it shut, leaving it on the counter for when you packed up tomorrow, and then you turned and opened the door.

“Holy fuck.”

Harry was standing a few feet away, holding a glass hotel glass filled with amber liquid and staring at you, eyes wide and jaw dropped. “Hi, babe,” you said, giving him a small smile. “Like?”

He cleared his throat and closed the space between the two of you, pressing your back lightly against the wall behind you. “I don’t know if we’re going to even make it to the venue,” he said, running his hand up the laces at your sides. “We might need to just skip the pregame and stay here.”

“Oh?” You slid your hand up his chest, splaying across his exposed chest under his sheer black dress shirt. Of course the two of you had accidentally matched, his all black outfit the perfect compliment to your dress. “But I spent so long getting ready,” you complained, scratching lightly at his skin.

His head dropped to your shoulder, resting his forehead against your leather jacket. “Fine. But I cannot be held accountable for the things I might be forced to do to you.”

You chuckled and pushed at his chest, moving him away from you. “You don’t look to bad yourself, Styles.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, gesturing at his outfit. “What do you think? Am I hot enough for you?”

“Hmm,” you said, running your eyes up and down his body. “Nearly.”

“Nearly?!”

You nodded, pushing his suit jacket back a bit so you could hold onto the pudge at the top of his pants, one of your favorite things about his body. “I wish you didn’t have to wear a shirt.”

His eyebrows lifted, the corner of his mouth lifting at your words. “Well, that could be arranged.”

“As much as I would love to fuck you right now,” you murmured, “we have places to be.” You leaned in and pressed a lipstick-tinged kiss to his jaw. “Come on, baby.”

“Not so fast,” he said when you tried to pull away, spinning you around and pressing you back up against the wall and dropping his glass to the table next to him. “This is the last alone time I’m going to get with you for a while and I’m going to fucking enjoy it.”

He left a line of open-mouthed kisses down your neck, causing your pulse to quicken and you curled your hands in his hair, the long strands sifting between your digits. “H, Matt’s expecting us.”

“Fuck Matt.” You chuckled but Harry didn’t—he just sucked on the juncture of your neck and shoulder until you pulled his head up, giving him a terse look as if to say I’m wearing a fucking dress, idiot, try to be discreet at least. And then you released him and he reconnected your lips.

Your hands dove under his suit jacket, curling the back of his dress shirt in your hand and tugging, needing something to anchor you as he slipped his tongue between your lips. His hands were pushing up the hem of your dress, desperate for more of your bare skin, and when he reached where your underwear would usually be, his breath hitched and he pulled away.

His gaze fell to where your dress sat bunched up at your hips, his hand splayed over your skin. “Are you…not wearing underwear?”

The giggle that left your lips made Harry pinch your skin softly. “No, I couldn’t with the laces.”

He groans, dropping his head to your shoulder. “I really wish I hadn’t figured that out because now I’m not going to be able to fucking think all night.”

“You’re never thinking anyways, it shouldn’t be too different.”

“Hey.” He lifted his head and pouted at you. “That’s mean. Say you’re sorry.”

“Nope,” you replied, popping the p sound. “Now come on, we need to go or Matt’s going to tell everyone we were fucking again.”

Harry shrugged. “It’s not wrong.”

“We’re not fucking right now.”

“No,” he said, eyebrows wiggling at you, “but we could be.”

You groaned, and pushed down your dress, stepping out of his grasp. “You’re hopeless. Now grab the whiskey—we’re going now or I’m not touching you for a week.”

That got him moving immediately, the handle of whiskey and bottle of Coca Cola you’d brought with in his hands as you made your way down the hall to where Matt’s room was. You knocked on the door, Harry’s arm hooked around your back and holding you close, nosing at your hair gently. It was adorable, frankly, how needy he got around you. It didn’t matter what you were wearing or what time of day it was, he just constantly wanted to be touching you.

The door swung open and you stepped inside, Matt clapping Harry on the back and giving you a tight squeeze. Caleb and Tyler let out hoots and hollers upon seeing you, before introducing you to their dates. Matt had brought a girl he had started seeing recently, Katie, who you actually quite liked—she was quiet and sweet, but definitely knew how to have a good time. Harry set the whiskey and coke on the console table where the other alcohol was, and you poured yourself a drink, needing some alcohol flowing through your veins. Sipping on your drink, you lost yourself in conversation, Harry’s body pressed to your back and his chin on your shoulder as you talked.

You ended up sitting on the hotel bed talking to Katie about her major and your respective hometowns. She asked you about Harry and how you’d met and you told her the whole story from start to finish. You had her laughing when you quoted things Harry had said to you in the bar and cooing as you described how sweet and considerate he was, how he’d just hang out in the bar and do his homework at the stool nestled against the wall whenever you worked an earlier shift during the week. He surprised you constantly at how much he was more than the simple frat boy you had expected.

When you finished your drink you caught Harry’s eye and raised your glass, silently requesting a refill. You watched him go to the bar and grab two Whiteclaws, one for him and one for you in your favorite flavor, Line. Tyler came over to him and asked him something and Harry shook his head before slapping his hand away, and then came over to where you and Katie sat.

“Your drink, malady,” he said, handing you the can.

“Thanks,” you replied, taking it and flipping the tab open. “What did Tyler ask?”

He huffed out a breath. “Tried to steal your Claw. I asked him if he was my girlfriend, which he obviously wasn’t, and told him to fuck off.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “I’m so happy my boyfriend is so possessive over his alcohol.”

“With those two you have to be,” he said, leaning against your body and sliding an arm around your shoulders. “So Katie, what do you think of my beloved big?”

Katie’s eyes widened and then flickered over to Matt. “He’s…great, honestly. I didn’t really know what to expect when we met, but I’ve enjoyed getting to know him. I’m not really sure, like, what we’re doing, but it’s good so far.”

“Well,” Harry said with a smile, “I have it on good authority that he likes you.”

“Harry,” you hissed, knowing exactly what he was up to. “Stop meddling.”

He raised his hands. “Sorry—I’ll leave it be.” He had been trying to get Matt to pluck the courage and make it official with Katie for ages, rather than just hooking up and essentially dating without ever labelling it. Since he’d been dating you he had turned into this dating guru overnight, a wealth of knowledge that you thought was completely bullshit half the time. “I think we’re leaving soon—if I don’t get Thing 1 and 2 to the actual bar soon they’re not going to even fucking make it.”

You nodded. “Want me to help rally the troops?”

“Please. I swear, you’re the only one they listen to anymore.”

“It’s because they’re both in love with me,” you replied with a roll of your eyes and Harry scoffed. “What? It’s true.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Harry kissed the top of your head and then turned back to Katie who was watching the two of you with a smile. “Sorry, Katie, but I need to steal this one.”

You got up and went with Harry to convince his littles and their newly acquired littles, Alan and Brian and their respective dates, to start heading out. Tyler somehow ended up giving Alan a piggyback ride out of the hotel room, both of their dates following with annoyance on their faces. It was going to be a long night.

The frat had rented out a club in the town they’d selected for formal, which was one of the main reasons you were excited for the night. A legitimate bar rather than a shitty frat one? A dream. The light were flashing as you all walked inside, Mr. Brightside blasting on the speakers. Harry kept his jacket since he had all of your belongings tucked into it, and you all found a booth in a corner to stash your stuff in. You grabbed drinks and before long, you were on the dance floor, Harry’s hands on your hips and yours around his neck, grinding against him.

His fingers kept brushing up the laces on the sides of your dress, utterly obsessed with the skin you had on display. Sexy Bitch by David Guetta came on and you immediately discovered that Harry was going to taking full advantage of the songs, speeding up the speed of his hips against you, even twirling you around so your ass pressed against the front of him, his head dropped to your shoulder and bitting marks on your exposed neck. His fingers dug into your hips and swayed you back in forth on him and you just smiled and laid your head on his shoulder, letting him take over.

You had never really enjoyed dancing with a guy until you did it with Harry. He managed to be a perfect combination of fun and sexy all in one, alternating between screaming the lyrics to grinding slowing against your ass, his hands holding you as close as humanly possible, the ends of his hair tickling your skin. You never felt uncomfortable with him—you felt sexy, desired, and wanted more than anything else.

Matt, Tyler, Caleb, Alan, and Brian were hovering in the vicinity and when Jordan Belfort came on they all lost it, creating a mosh circle of some kind and turning into the peak frat boy that you knew lived inside of Harry, even if you didn’t see it all the time. Katie and the rest of their dates danced with you, screaming the lyrics and dropping low when you wanted, tipping your heads back and laughing as the boys jumped all over each other, Harry’s hands on Tyler’s shoulders as he jumped and down. All of their suit jackets were long forgotten and the back of their dress shirts were sweaty, but no one cared. Your hair had long since gone up in a ponytail and you were deeply regretting wearing long sleeves, because an entire frat and their dates packed onto a dance floor was making you sweat.

You needed air or a break at the very least. You tapped Harry on the shoulder and pointed to the bar, and he nodded, before yelling for you to put it on his tab. As Hot Girl Bummer started you slipped away, letting the music swirl around you as you pushed through sweaty bodies, guys you knew through 260 or Harry giving you high fives and hugs as you moved. Finally, you made it to the bar and you sighed, the lack of bodies making the temperature drop at least ten degrees.

“Can I get a whiskey on the rocks, neat?” You asked the bartender and his eyes widened, but he nodded. You leaned against the bar, your arm on the counter and sighed. Watching someone else make you a drink was so unpleasant—you just wanted to be the one with the handle in their hands, behind the bar.

“Do you have a tab open?” The bartender asks, setting your drink in front of you.

“Styles,” you answered. “Question—how much would I have to pay you to let me behind the bar?” He looked at you in confusion. “I’m a bartender too. Just…want to make some right now, you know?”

“Oh,” he said. “Sorry, but I can’t let you. Protocol and all that.”

You frowned. “Really? Even for an actual bartender?”

“Yeah,” he replied, grabbing a glass from below the bar. “I couldn’t give a fuck, but the bosses, you know?”

You took a sip of your whiskey, grimacing slightly as the straight whiskey slid down your throat. The first few sips were always brutal but once the ice melted a bit, it was perfection. “Pretty please? I’ll even make you a drink.”

“I can make my own drinks.”

“But—“

“Hey babe.” You turned and Harry was standing behind you, looking between you and the bartender. “What’s going on?”

“I was trying to get this kind bartender—sorry, what’s your name?”

“Adam.”

“Adam to let me make a drink.”

Harry nodded once, and then looked up at Adam. “Well, mate? What do you think?”

Adam seemed utterly unamused with your shenanigans, but personally you were having a grand time. “I already told her—it’s against policy.”

Harry frowned, before looking down at you and placing his hand on your back. “Sounds like it’s a no-go, babe. Adam, can I get one of whatever she got?”

“Straight whiskey?” You asked him, surprised.

“That’s what you got?” You nodded and he exhaled sharply. “God, you’re going to kill me. Yeah, straight whiskey. Fuck it.”

Fuck it didn’t turn out to be the best advice. An hour later, you were back in Harry’s arms, his arm wrapped around your waist and your hand curved around the back of his neck as you pressed your ass to his front, eyes shut as you moved. “What’s the likelihood you’d let me fuck you in the bathroom?” he mumbled in your ear, nipping at the skin below your earlobe.

You considered his words, your alcohol-fogged brain struggling to process the pros and cons. “How clean is the bathroom?”

“Clean,” he answered immediately.

“Hmm,” you hummed. “No. I want a cozy bed and to be able to enjoy you for hours.”

He grazed your pulse point with his teeth and you groaned, only him able to hear the sound over the music. “Hours, huh?”

“Well, I can go for hours,” you retorted, grinding your ass against him harder. “It’s you who can’t.”

“Hey, that’s mean.” He turned you around, catching you when you almost fell in your heels. “Who said I can’t last for hours?”

You rolled your eyes at him and pressed your thumbs into his biceps to hold yourself steady. The whiskey had you a bit weak in the knees, just how you wanted it. “I did, based on personal experience.”

Harry dug his hands into your hips before slipping them down to your ass, his rings digging through the material of your dress and into your skin. “That’s it, we’re leaving.”

“What?”

He ducked his head and kissed your jaw, a low moan falling from your lips. “Yeah, I’ve got a girlfriend who thinks I can’t fucking last and I’ve gotta prove her wrong.” With that, he was wrenching you off the dance floor, rushed goodbyes to his lineage, and pulling you towards the booth where Matt and Katie were making out for his jacket. Matt flipped you off when you interrupted to say bye and Harry just rolled his eyes before pulling you towards the door.

Harry was ripping off his clothes before you’d even fully gotten inside the room, kicking off his dress shoes as you unlocked the door. Your head was spinning from the way he’d kissed you in the Uber you’d taken back, how he’d sucked and pulled on your lips, marking your neck with his mouth as you panted in his ears. Now, in the room, it was no different, except this time he picked you up off the ground, carrying your through the room with his lips on yours before dropping you to the plush hotel room bed.

“Can’t fuckin’ last,” he mumbled, making a line down your sternum where your dress exposed your cleavage. Your fingers tucked between the strands of his hair, tugging softly as he sucked right over your sternum. “We’ll see about that, baby.”

“Your clothes,” you breathed out, pushing at his chest to create space. You wanted to be able to feel him, to see him in all of his beauty. “Off.” Fingers fumbled for the buttons and he helped you, pulling it free from his trousers as you slowly made your way down his shirt. You were suddenly thankful for the fact that he never properly buttoned his shirts, leaving the sheer black material loose down to the third or fourth button.

He ripped off the shirt once you got it unbuttoned, tossing it to the floor and ducking back down to find your lips. Your hips pressed up into him, desperate for his fingers or anything—just something to help you through the burning that was running through your body. “Needy, hmm?” He taunted, pushing up the hem of your dress, exposing your bare center. When he ran a finger up your slit you couldn’t stop the needy cry that filled the space between you. “You’re so wet,” he said in awe, poking his finger inside your slit experimentally and watching your hips buck up to get more of his finger.

You were chasing him, bending and moving your body just to have an inch more of him, anything more he would give you. Fingers dug into the pearl white duvet that was most definitely going to be a mess after you were done with it, but you didn’t care. You had a feeling you wouldn’t be sleeping much anyways.

Harry scooted backwards so his body could fall to the bed, crawling between your legs and blowing softly on your clit, making you keen, body snapping up from the sensation. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned, biting gently into the skin of your inner thigh. His free hand rubbed at the spot after, holding your thighs open so he could suck on your clit, the heat of his mouth and the pressure of his palm on your skin and the rapidity of his fingers inside of you being too much.

“H,” you panted, tugging on his hair and holding him close to you. “Need it.” You were basically shoving your pussy into his face, riding his fingers and his tongue, just chasing the feeling inside of you. When you were drunk you came with ease, and tonight seemed to be no different, the cumulation of grinding against him all night and the way he had kissed you in the car culminating in you being nearly at an orgasm. There was also how he looked between your legs, his hair tickling your skin and his eyes darting up to look at you every once in a while, loving to watch you reach your edge.  

“Come for me,” he said, suckling on your clit and then licking a circle from your slit back to your clit. “Come on, baby.” Then he slid another finger in and curled them, hitting the spongy part at your front walls and you cried out his name and curses, arching your back as your orgasm overtook your body, heat curling up your spine as you came.

He licked you through it, pulling his fingers from you and kissing over your slit as your walls fluttered, shockwaves rolling through you. “Too much,” you said, shaking your head and pulling him up. “Want you.”

“Me, hmm?” His cocky persona was coming out in force and you were too drunk to deal with him. You could see he was too from how he fumbled with his belt and his pants, you laughing as you helped get his socks off because you refused to let him fuck you with his socks on. “How do you want it?” He asked, pushing your dress the rest of the way up your body to reveal the peaks of your  breasts and your flushed skin. With your help, he pulled it off your body fully, leaving you naked for him. “Fuck—no bra or underwear? I’m a lucky man.”

You giggled and he smiled at the sound, sucking on your jaw softly. “From behind,” you told him, pushing him back so you could hop up onto all fours.

“Can do, baby,” he said, loving to use pet names when he was drunk like this. Once you were on your hands and knees for him, head tilted to the side so you could see him behind you, his hand came down on the skin of your bum. It was a shock, but not unwelcome in any way—the impact had your mind fumbling, fingers digging into the pillow on the bed just above where your head rested against the duvet. You squeaked as he did it again, rubbing into the skin gently, and you wondered if you’d have the outline of his hands on your skin tomorrow.

Not that you minded in the least. “Condom,”  you panted, trying to piece together any rational thoughts in the moment, because all you could process was your desire to have him inside of you. “Where’s the condom, H?”

“Fuck,” he said, letting go of your skin. “Duffel. Fuck—where is it?” His feet hit the ground and you chuckled into the duvet as you watched him root around in his duffel bag for the condoms he had packed. You kept your ass in the air, not wanting to have to move, and he seemed to be happy with this decision. “Waiting for me, huh?” He asked, getting back on the bed after having dropped his pants and underwear to the ground, scampering across the bed to you. “Look so good for me. Ass in the air, just begging for me.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” you told him, pushing back against the air, taunting him. You seemed to succeed because he cursed before ripping the condom open, grabbing the condom and rolling it down his length. It was fast, all of the build-up, but you didn’t care. The two of you could barely keep your hands off of each other, so the foreplay didn’t matter all that much anymore. You just wanted to feel him stretch you, fill you up, hear him grunt in your ear as he fucked into you, see his pupils blown out and hear your name leave his mouth. Fucking him was one of your favorite activities, no matter how long it lasted or how it happened.

He slapped your ass again, rings digging into your flesh, and your fingernails dug into the duvet, searching for purchase. “You always like that,” he murmured, leaning down to bite softly on the skin of your bum. His hands slide up your back, grabbing and pulling at your skin as he rolls his hips against yours, his erect cock rubbing against your folds. You pressed back into him, searching for more, but he had nothing to give—he seemed to just want to linger here and get his hands all over you.

You were panting, letting out a combination of his name and begs that he would remind you of in the morning with a joking smile on his face. “H, please, come on—“ Your words were cut off by him slamming into you without warning, your body jerking forward from the impact, a deep moan leaving your mouth.

Then he was building a pace, a brutal one that left the back of your thighs stinging but you loved it. Loved knowing you’d feel him in the morning, loved how he filled you and consumed every part of you, ripping you to shreds and sewing you back together again all at the same time. From the angle you could feel him pressing against your g-spot over and over again and stretching you out just like you liked it.

All you could do was hold onto the duvet and rock back against him as much as you could, but by and large you just let Harry take over, knowing he could set a pace that you could never rival. His fingers were digging into the skin at your waist, a tight grip that was sure to leave marks, and he was mumbling your name over and over, mixed in with curses and random words you couldn’t even process.

He was so good. There were no words to even properly to describe the feeling of Harry fucking you like this, hard and fast and filling every need you had. You could feel another orgasm building, the combination of his hands gripping your body and the depth he was reaching inside of you making you fall through an orgasm faster than you could process.

“More,” you mumbled into the duvet, reaching behind you for his hand blindly.

“Yeah?” His hand slid up your back and came to rest on the back of your neck, tightening slightly around the sides. Ever since that first time you’d fucked and his love for being choked came out, the two of you had experimented with it, only to find out you both loved it. You liked it right as you were about to come, as just something to push you over the edge, while Harry liked it for longer periods of time.

His fingers pressed into the sides of your throat and you rocked back onto him immediately, hands sliding up and pressing into the mattress, holding your body up barely as you chased your release. “Close,” you said when he pounded into you faster, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.

All of a sudden he was pulling you up, your back coming to rest against his chest, reaching a different depth inside of you. You could hear his pants and groans even louder in your ears and you moaned his name, reaching up to press his hand back to your throat. “Want my hand on your throat, baby?” He said in a husky voice that had you nodding. His palm circled your throat, thumb on one side and his fingers on the other and he pressed down slightly, before adding a bit more pressure. He knew that he had to keep building pressure because the pain faded fast and you needed more, and he most definitely didn’t disappoint.

“Gonna come,” you said, words gravelly in your throat as you stuttered the words, the depths he was reaching inside of you and the pressure on your neck making a brutal combination. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he answered, adding a bit more pressure before dipping his head and sucking a mark onto your shoulder. Together, it overpowered your senses, sending you into overdrive and pushing you into your orgasm, body shaking against his as you came.

He held you close, fucking you through it and loosening his grip so you could come down. You fell back down to the bed, hands on the duvet and holding you up, breathing heavily as you pushed back against him, wanting him to finish too. “Come on, H,” you mumbled, looking back at him. “Come for me, baby.”

His eyes found yours and with a grunt you could feel him spilling into the condom, hips stuttering against yours and hands digging into your skin. “Fuck,” he hissed, head bobbing as he pulled out.

You rolled over as he got up to the dispose of the condom, brushing your hair back and catching your breath. “I take back what I said earlier.”

As he walked over to you he smiled, before bending to the duffel and grabbing two more condoms. “Don’t worry, I’m not letting you forget it. I’ve got plenty of condoms and a whole fucking hotel room to explore with you.”

Your eyebrows lifted and he tugged on your leg, you head bouncing on the mattress. “The whole room, huh? What’s next, the bedside table?”

He rolled his eyes and bent over, picking you up, knowing you would be Jell-O in his arms. “I was thinking the floor.”

“The floor? It’s carpet, H!”

“I’ll put a shirt down, hush. I know you like the burn.”

You blushed because he was right. Fuck him for knowing you this well. “Fine, but you’re helping me with the lotion tomorrow.”

He chuckled, dropping down to the ground in a mess of limbs as he settled to the floor. “Course, love. It’s my favorite activity.”

In the morning, you woke up to a head of hair, light snores in your ear, and tight muscles. You groaned, before rolling over. You had to pee and badly. Harry’s hands tugged at your skin, wanting you back, but you pulled away, making sure not to wake him as you got up and on shaky legs made your way to the bathroom.

The sight of your face in the mirror made you sigh. Your hair was a disaster, most definitely a rat’s nest that wouldn’t be coming out anytime soon, and makeup you’d been too lazy to take off smeared under your eyes. Marks and bruises littered your skin, the remnants of many, many rounds with Harry last night adorning your body. You pressed one on your shoulder gently, hissing at the pain that radiated from the spot.

You sighed and sat down on the toilet, peeing quickly before standing back up and washing your hands and face, cleaning off the leftover makeup. Then, you pushed open the door and called Harry’s name.

He picked his head up, rolling over and knuckling at his eyes. “What is it, baby?”

That pet name never ceased to make you smile, the sweetness of it on his lips causing your heart to soar. “What do you have to say for yourself, Mr. Styles? Hmm?” You turned in a circle, showing him the damage he’d left on your body with raised eyebrows.

He immediately blushed at the sight of the red and purple marks on your skin. “I’ll kiss it better, c’mere, baby.” He reached out his hands, wiggling his fingers to get you into his grasp.

Despite knowing he’d only cause more because he was a sucker for hungover morning sex, you made your way over to him, sitting down on his lap. “Made quite a mess, mister.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, kissing across your cleavage softly. “Looks pretty, though.”

“Think so?”

“Know so.”

“Tell that to literally any human being when they see me. I look like I’ve been fucking attacked.”

“Not attacked,” he said, peeking up at you. “Just fucked really, really good.”

You laughed, brushing your fingers through his hair, before kissing him gently on the lips. “Good thing I love you otherwise you’d be in for it.”

The two of you fell back into the hotel sheets, desperate for one another, despite spending the entire previous evening wrapped up in one another. Around you, your formal attire littered the floor, but neither of you cared, just wanting a few more minutes together before you had to leave each other’s arms.

[aroseandapen]

{Fallen and in Love}

Kurochi still struggles with feelings of unworthiness, remnants of a time entrenched in a more toxic society. Jaden, however, makes him feel like he's worth everything and more, no matter what the Authority might claim of him.

A fill for the Banned Together Bingo: Sexy and no good

Warnings: References to sin/religious thinking, irreligious, etc

Jaden’s wings materialized on his back, feathers a warm brown under the sunlight streaming in through the window. His wings angled forward. Long feathers brushed Kurochi’s bare arms, like a security blanket partially shielding him from the world around them. Kurochi’s heart fluttered, a shy smile on his lips.

His eyes combed over the underside of Jaden’s wings, and soon his fingers followed the same path of his gaze. Beneath his touch the wings shivered, accompanied by Jaden’s whispering exhale.

“They’re so beautiful, Jay,” Kurochi murmured with another pass over his wings. The natural color of Jaden’s feathers were warmer and more full of life than the bleached white of an angel’s wings could ever be.

His own back felt off, the balance of weight all wrong without the wings he’d come into the heavens with. Kurochi’s smile began to slip from his lips.

Jaden cupped his face before Kurochi could sink too far into his own mind. His thumbs, running along the apples of his cheeks, pulled him from the nastier thoughts that so frequently threatened to drag him down recently.

“Yours will be more beautiful,” he whispered, brushing back the faint echoes of envy that bounced around in Kurochi’s chest.

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[agustdakasuga]

Hello! How are you doing? Can I request a drabble for the series between the bloodshed where the reader falls sick and doesn't tell them and later passes out in front of them? Thank you so much!!

i'm doing great!! Thank you for sending in your request! I hope you like it, here is the link!

[venusrosepetal]

★ Fic Recs Vol 2 ★

Note: Once again, all fics listed are mutli-parts. Any one-shots I recommend will be under the tag ‘btb fic rec’. Here’s what I've been loving recently- 

Feeling Alive - @itscooltobefanficy Summary: Dance school!AU (or the Step Up/Pride and Prejudice mash up nobody asked for). Bucky Barnes is forced to take twelve hours of commercial dance classes to pass the year- and that just happens to be your regular weekly dance class.

Finding Closure - @just-some-drabbles Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Oh my, my, my - @mydragulesebastian SUMMARY: A love story from start to finish.

Highway - @barnres Summary:  There’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you babydoll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.

Incubus - @after-avenging-hours (NSFW) Summary: A mysterious man comes to your rescue when you attract some unwanted attention at a club.  It just so happens that he’s a sex demon… 

Wounded Warriors - @beccaanne814-blog Summary – Bucky finally takes Sam’s advice to try some therapy sessions at the VA, but you end up being the reason he keeps coming back.

Bundle of Joy - @babe-with-thepower Summary: While out for a morning run Bucky comes across the Reader who’s having trouble calming their baby girl and he comes to their rescue. Warnings: Attempted fluff and baby.

When Everything’s Made to be Broken - @cassiopeiassky​ (NSFW) Summary:  When you inadvertently become a witness to a murder and are suddenly a target for death, it takes a specially skilled soldier and his team to keep you and your family safe. (44 parts + counting. BUT IT’S SO GOOD)

SHAMELESS PLUG OF MY OWN FIC-

Our Girl - @brooklyn-to-battlefields aka me. Summary: Army medic, Private L/N, gets deployed on her first tour of Afghanistan. Struggling to fit in with her new comrades and adapt to the world of war, Private L/N finds herself befriending a local, and pushing the boundaries of army regulations. 

Unfortunately, I haven’t found any Steve multi-part fics recently so I have none to recommend. If you have a Steve/Bucky series that you’d like me to read, please, let me know, or if you know of a good read. 

[theguildedtypewriter]

Writing & Editing Update

Hello All!

Here's what has most recently been going on with the series and my writing. There's been some great development, so let's dive in.

What's Going On

Starting with Newborn City again.

Affinity for Pain has editor notes! My wonderful editor, Carrie, got back to me with some incredible insights and knowledge that was never passed on during college. Did you know there is a four-dot ellipses? Weird. I've also decided to make one major change to the book and right Ciaran's line without the dialect. I learned that it can actually be offensive to some, and I would never want that.

Burn the Bone is still looking for Delta Readers! Yes, a new term I've come up with just now for this fourth round of beta reading. You can learn more about BTB and if you'd like to be a Delta here.

Calling Evil Forth has words on the page! It's still trucking along when I'm not working on the edits for AFP.

Newborn City has Merch! Patreon has updated its merch offerings and I've included these in several tiers. It's images of Hope, Ciaran, and Red that I drew myself. Show your support and get cool stuff! It's a win-win. You can check it out here.

CBR writing is going great definitely check it out! That's right. Ya girl is writing for Comic Book Resource. I'm doing movies and gaming, with an emphasis on Dungeons & Dragons. Check out stuff by Rachel Johnson on cbr.com.

What I Want for the Future

Here's an update on those goals:

I want to grow my Patreon- I'm still struggling here. I'm not sure what I can do to encourage more support besides the offerings that I'm already providing. If you have any ideas I'd love to hear them. As of right now, you can join and get first access to my work first, custom drabbles based on your unique ideas (either a one-time snippet or one every month), merch, and help with editing and query letters.

Get Affinity for Pain self-published- This is going really well. I've been detailing my journey in my newsletter, so if you haven't signed up be sure to do so for exclusive self-publishing insights. You can do so on my website: rejohnsonbooks.com

Move Burn the Bone through Delta reading- I've got one great beta reader right now and I'd love more so that I know BTB will be ready for final editing and publishing next year.

Finish a first draft of Calling Evil Forth- Yes, I must finish getting the words on the page. It's slow but sure progress at this point.

That's all for now folks!

[okamirayne]

RAYYYYYNEEEE, I will actually lose it. I was with a friend and got an email notification, saw it was you, and my eyes went so wide. I turned to my friend and said, "you know that fanfic that's my favorite..." and my friend said, "the really long Naruto one?" And I was like, "YES. She just updated." I really got so excited, you have no idea. I cannot beLIEVE you've done this. 3 FIRST OF ALL, I almost lost it when I saw you had written about Shikamaru and Neji. And THEN, I actually got the chance to read it. I always love the way you write. I miss it and don't even realize I am missing it. I need you to know how amazing I think you are at writing. Your words just hold so much power. The metaphors, the differences in cadence, the imagery. This sentence for example, "But Shikamaru felt the fear behind his ribs hitch higher. Cutting up from his chest right into his flexing throat," paints the picture so vividly and with such emotion. And right after that paragraph we have an exchange between Shikamaru and himself about when to "handle it." Short, pointed words. I also loved how you tied in past quotes in this chapter. Your style is so unique, I feel like I would recognize it anywhere. And of course reading about my two fav characters is the best, too! I love them. I love who they are (as you've written them). It may as well be canon, Rayne. For real for real. That's how much I just cannot get enough of this series. I am so thankful that you continue to write for BtB. I will read every single update you ever give this. You said on here you might post drabbles as if those aren't something we would also read with the same excitement as a monster chapter. I also hope that you are able to find renewed energy for writing as I know how important it is for you. I am hoping for whatever is best for you. I also wish to read your original works some day! I'm cheering you on, so please sense all the love I send your way through the internet! ❤

(Same person from ffn.)

Hello there, my lovely!!❤

Oh my goodness. What an absolute joy to receive your wonderful message here and on ffnet!!! I laughed out loud, smiled like an inane chimp on crack, and blushed with the fire of 1,000 ‘youthful’ suns at the warm praise you gifted me with. I’m honestly so very touched and moved by your response to this latest chapter!

I am so chuffed to know you enjoy my crazy writing style and that the story feels authentic enough for you to pass as canon! What an inspiring thing to be told as a writer who respects these characters and hopes to stay true to their characterisations -- readers like you provide me with such pivotal feedback! ❤ Thank you for reassuring me of my handling of these characters and for sharing YOUR experience and enjoyment of them in the BtB-verse – that is so unique and precious to me as a storyteller and is such a beautiful return on my writing time. THANK YOU for being so thoughtful and sweet. It means a whole hell of a lot to learn you’d support any random drabbles I might splurge out, and to know I have such amazing support and investment from a reader kind enough to share their thoughts and feedback. ❤

I’m also giddy-stupid-happy to have your encouragement and interest in my original works too – I don’t even have words to express my gratitude for this. I truly thank you for taking the time, my luv, to leave me such positive, happy, kind, inspiring, supportive and all-round awesome vibes. I appreciate you so much.❤

[awilddreamermain]

Last Updated: 02/28/2021

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[bang-tan-bitches]

can we get a drabble for beloved?? 🥺🥺 i love that au sm

Okay so this is just a snippet.

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No matter how much they cleaned, you couldn't enter the throne room without smelling blood. You knew it was all in your head, but the very thought of entering the room made your stomach turn. Emperor Min - Yoongi, you must call him Yoongi, he can be very unhappy when you do not use his name, you remind yourself - understood your obvious uneasiness with the room and immediately commissioned a new throne room to be built, along with a new golden throne fit for his empress.

"You're not listening to me."

Princess Min's voice jolts you from your thoughts. She is staring at you over morning tea, a soft pout on her pretty mouth while her dark, dark eyes remain focused on you.

"I apologize Princess," You sit up straighter and focus your attention on her, "You were choosing colors for the wedding?"

"No," She sniffs delicately and snaps her fan closed, tossing it to the maid behind her, "I've chosen colors. I was choosing flowers. I think this child has made you forgetful."

"Gardenias are lovely." You place your hand gently over the slight bulge of your belly, finding the fact that you were carrying the heir of the kingdom inside you unbelievable, "I think they would compliment you and The Prince Regent beautifully."

"What does my nephew think?"

You give Princess Min a small smile, exasperated with her insistence that you were having a son, "We will not know whether it is a Prince or a Princess of the kingdom for several months yet. I am afraid you will be sincerely disappointed if you keep insisting on a prince."

"My sister could never be disappointed in my empress." His silky smooth voice causes you to stiffen. You lick your lips and relax your shoulders before turning your head to greet your husband - he will be unhappy if he thinks you are uncomfortable around him.

"Yoongi," You greet him as he leans over your shoulder and presses a soft kiss to your cheek before sitting next to you, "Is the morning court finished already?"

Yoongi's eyes are dark as they stare at you. Sometimes his eyes are so black and unreadable you feel completely out of place. You know your smile is perfect, you've practiced it for hours when you are alone. You have to make sure that everything is perfect and there is no crack in your mask. You have to watch what you say and how you respond and you practice to make sure it is perfect. You cannot have any more deaths on your head. You aren't sure you can handle it.

He eyes you a little longer before he smiles and it still makes your breath catch. He taps your nose with the tip of his finger as Princess Min complains about how her brother loves you more than anything now and everyone just ignores her. He responds to her something sweet and placating, but freely admits that you are his world. You can barely hear him over the stuttering of your heart. You aren't sure if it is fear or something else that makes your heart race.

"Your father sent a letter." Yoongi says casually as he refills your cup of tea, "It appears this year really is bountiful."

"Oh?" You question and gently take the letter he placed on the table. You have only seen your father a handful of times since you were wed, however your husband sees him almost daily at morning court. You have not seen your sister at all since that night. You weren't even invited to attend her wedding to Lord Kim, your father thinking it best not to upset her, but you knew Ara did not wish to see you.

Before you can open the letter, Yoongi grabs your hand and brings it to his lips, softly kissing each of your fingers, his eyes boring into yours, "Your sister, Lady Kim, is also with child."

[esculentevil]

Cozy Coat [AO3] (Jackie Speed Draw/Paint + SeAntiHero Narration!)

The admittedly random combination of Thankmas2019′s Happy Holidays! and last month’s fluffy (and funny) little SeAntiHero drabble, Sharing is Caring!

All because both feature Jackie’s super warm coat~ =3

~

I... don’t even know what to say this time.

I think all I wanted to say is in the video (you know, the end where I ramble).

The only thing I feel like adding is: yes, I removed the “Happy Holidays” text—obviously because it didn’t fit the video and made it hard to make a thumbnail (and a Thanks for Watching card... or Where Else to Find Me card... xD).

Also, yes, I had fun making it look like Jackie’s talking to you =3

(How bad was the voice acting this time, btb; feel free to say!)

As always, thanks for watching and reading this far.

Until next time...

All my love =)

[corneroffandom]

Weekly Writing Update #41 (April 16th, 2023)

This week's been kind of all over the place for me, so my word count is far from where I was hoping it'd be, but this coming week I don't have any last-minute doctor appointments, nor unexpected family responsibilities (that I know of, anyway) so hopefully I'll have more time and energy to put into things! As it stands, I still haven't even finished the week's BtB, but I will hopefully do that after tonight's DPW. I also went through my NaNoWriMo files and discovered that I've got three unfinished, the one from 2019, and the two I attempted and failed at last year. So that's been added to the list. Hopefully someday I'll get everything finished, haha. For now it's DPW time so I'll be back next week with a more thorough update! See you then!

Back to Basics: 276 World Wrestling Digidestined: 385 Encontrar una Manera: 434 Back to Basics bonus story: 0 Original story: 0 raffle story 2: 0 raffle story #3: 0 New Years drabbles: 73 Sixteen: 0 Steady:99 Renatus: 0 Passenger: 0 Evidence: 0 In total: 1267 Annual Word Count: 38581 New fic plot notes: 5 Team Work chapters booked: 0 Old fics uploaded to AO3: 0

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[bopbopstyles]

the Behind the Bar universe is quickly expanding, so i thought i’d make a masterlist of all the blurbs to keep them organized and in one place for you all. these are specifically longer blurbs (like actual scenes i’ve written) vs. general drabble about these hooligans. if you’d like to read the drabble, please head here. to see just general bartender!y/n discourse, head to this tag. if you’re like wtf is a lineage/big/little/fam, here’s a post explaining it + harry’s lineage.

if you’re like wtf is Behind the Bar, here’s the synopsis: The long awaited Bartender!Y/N fic, full of banter, a love struck Harry, and lots of time spent in a campus bar. 

as always, * = smut included - read what you’re comfy with! this masterlist will be updated as more blurbs are posted.

The Fam Goes to Formal* (light choking)

Harry Drinks a Bit Too Much and Y/N Takes Care of Him (pure fluff)

How Harry’s Lineage Finds Out About Y/N and Harry

[abalonetea]

Currently Scheduled on Patreon

Okay, guys! Below is the list of items ALREADY SCHEDULED on Patreon! These will go up without fail! I’m working hard at getting EXTRA things made up, to supplement the following items! Such as -

*kitchen tips and hacks *more bonus art *a month in review *more short drabbles *more things pre-scheduled~

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today, the 27th of January - coffee smoothie recipe

29th - (1st+ tiers) sketch of Locke            (2nd+ tiers) full colored art

30th - (3rd +tiers) part four for Break The Bones

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Feb 2nd - (1st+tiers) sketch for BTB

Feb 3rd - recipe schedule                 (1st+tiers) monthly drabble

Feb 4th - Bound For Providence pt 1

Feb 5th - Taco Soup Recipe

Feb 6th - (1st+tiers) sketch of a cryptid called Danny                (2nd+tiers) art of a cryptid called Danny

Feb 8th - (1st+tiers) sketch to practice backgrounds and complex poses

Feb 10th - Crockpot Potato Soup

[agustdakasuga]

Between The Bloodshed Drabble | ‘thief’

‘Can I ask for a btb drabble? Just something short und cute... oc stealing some clothes from them and them wondering where all their clothes went only to find them in oc room😳’

A/N: This was really funny to write because BTB’s OC is seen as someone so tough. But she’s secretly soft for the boys HAHAHAHA. I know you wanted something short but I’m not sure if this is TOO short, apologies!!

“Hyung, I know you took it.” Jungkook growled in annoyance. 

“In case you haven’t noticed, my dear Jungkookie. We aren’t exactly the same size and style. I go for fashion while you go for... slop.” Jimin scoffed, turning back to the table where he was playing cards with Taehyung and Yoongi. He grabbed his drink, taking a sip from it.

“If it’s slop, then return it!” Jungkook pointed an accusing finger that the elder. Jimin rolled his eyes in annoyance while Taehyung snickered. The maknae turned to him. 

“You took it, didn’t you?” He glared. 

“Why would I? I have dozens of clothes, more than you. Why would I want to take your sweatshirt?” Taehyung chuckled, raising an eyebrow at his cards.

“Fold.” Yoongi threw his cards down, cursing under his breath. He held the top of his whiskey glass, giving it a swirl to let the ice cube melt with the liquid. Jungkook sighed, falling onto the next chair. 

“It’s just a sweatshirt, I have no idea why you’re so bothered by it missing. Just buy another one.” Yoongi said. 

“It’s new, hyung. I haven’t even got a chance to wear it yet! And I waited so long for it to arrive from Italy. I know it’s always one of these two hyungs that take my things just to spite me.” Jungkook glared at the two. The two turned to the maknae with a synchronised shrug. Taehyung shuffled the cards and began giving them out. 

“You in?” He asked. 

“Fine.” Jungkook turned to the table. There were soon shrieks and the light patter of footsteps. 

“Ah! Namjoon, stop chasing me.” The 4 heard your giggles echoing through the mansion, them all breaking out into an affectionate smile. Compared to you, Namjoon’s heavy footsteps stomped against the ground. 

“Then come here so I’ll stop chasing you!” He laughed in reply. 

“No!” All 4 heads turned to see you running down. As you ran past the boys playing cards, you smiled and waved. They returned the action and laughed.

“Don’t make her fall, Namjoon ah.” Yoongi cautioned. Namjoon just ran after you. The moment after both of you disappeared down the other corridor, they heard you scream. 

“Noooooo!” They all burst out laughing, knowing Namjoon caught you. 

“Hey... Kook, did you see what (y/n) was wearing?” Jimin suddenly asked after the laughter had died down. Yoongi and Taehyung turned to the youngest in confusion while Jungkook frowned slightly, tilting his head before he finally realised and his eyes widened. 

The boys had all come back from work to see you asleep on the couch. You wore either Namjoon or Yoongi’s large ‘Fear of God’ shirt. Jin scooped you up in his arms. 

“Hmm?” You stirred awake to see yourself being carried up the stairs. 

“Hello, jagi.” Jin smiled. 

“You’re all back from work.” You yawned while they let out a collective hum. You leaned into Jin’s broad chest tiredly. 

“Baby, where are your pants?” Jungkook asked. In your sleepy stupor, you didn’t really understand his question. It took a few seconds of processing with Hoseok lightly touching your bare calf. 

“Oh... The shirt was so big... Wearing pants or bottoms was too warm. But don’t worry, the shirt covers everything.” You let out another yawn. The boys brought you to your room with the intention of getting you pants. They didn’t like that anyone else could possibly see you just walking around the house in an oversized shirt. 

“Woah.” Taehyung said as he stood in front of your closet. 

“It’s fine, guys. I’m going to sleep anyway, I can just find pants when I wake up.” You chuckled, rubbing your eyes.

“She’s a serial thief.” You realised the boys were no longer around you. Instead, they stood in your closet, huddled together, looking around the more or less filled space. 

“What?” You shuffled over. 

“So this is where my leather jacket disappeared to.” Yoongi noted, grasping the material. The initials ‘MYG’ was stitched on the sleeve so there was no doubt that this was his, the very one that disappeared from his closet. 

“Hey. Don’t touch. I’m wearing that.” You slapped his hands away. 

“What?! That’s mine. My name is literally sewn onto the sleeve.” Yoongi took it out to show you the light grey stitching on the sleeve. You just shrugged. Hoseok was holding up a few hats, all of which also belonged to him originally. Taehyung pulled a coat out. 

“I finally found my coat!” Just to verify that it was his, he opened it and looked at the inner lining. It was definitely his, he specifically chose this lining when he had this coat tailored. 

“Explain.” The boys all faced you. 

“There’s nothing to explain. Your clothes are nice and I wear them. They smell like you... If you don’t like it, I can just return them.” You tried to play this off as coolly as you thought your could, not wanting to give yourself away. 

“Awww.” Jimin hugged you tightly, kissing your temple. That was the end of it, your cheeks flushed a deep red. 

“Just take it all back.” You waved them off. 

“We’ll take some back, the others we’ll leave for you. But if you ever want to borrow clothes, you’re more than welcome to.” Namjoon patted your head with a chuckle. 

“Yeah. You’re our woman. If wearing our clothes remind you of us, we’ll be more than happy to give our clothes to you, jagi. Who knows, it may do us a favour and ward off other man trying to steal you from us.” Jin laughed and the others nodded their heads in agreement. You rolled your eyes, they could be so possessive at times.

“Plus, you look so good in my shirt.” Yoongi smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“Stop.” You blushed as you buried your head against his chest. 

“Yoongi hyung is right, you do look good. But maybe next time, wear my shirt so you can smell like me too.” Jungkook hugged you from the back, planting kisses against the back of your neck. 

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