#soc seokjin

[sweetestofchaos]

Look At You | K.SJ + M.YG

Paring: Seokjin x Plus Size!Black Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship

Rating: 18+

WC: 5.4K

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶, 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 (𝗆/𝖿/𝗆), 𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖲𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖭𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖱𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝗐𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖭𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝖱𝗈𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖣𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝖢𝗎𝗆 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖠𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝖢𝗎𝗆 𝖤𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖠𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖠𝗌𝗌 𝖤𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖴𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝖾𝗑, 𝖥𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖬𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖮𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗌, 𝖢𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗌, 𝖵𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗆, 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖥𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖲𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖴𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖯𝗅𝗎𝗀, 𝖪𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝗆/𝖿 | 𝗆/𝗆), 𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖯𝖾𝗍 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖣𝗈𝗆!𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗃𝗂𝗇, 𝖲𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁!𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂

Summary: Whenever their plus sized girlfriend lets her confidence shine through, they get dumb and horny. 

OR 

You are feeling cute in your new heels and your boyfriends don’t know how to act.

𝖠/𝖭: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖧𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾. thank you again to @itaeewon​ for the wonderful banner. shout out to @theharrowing​ and @horanghater​ for betaing this messy little fantasy of mine. this is so self indulgent that i can't even speak upon it. i enjoyed writing this a little too much and i hope you enjoy reading it!​

𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 

Yoongi couldn’t remember how he got here. One minute he was sitting in the living room with Seokjin, playing a game while you got yourself ready to go out for the night. Seokjin had made a reservation at a fancy restaurant, so he was dressed nicely in a black silk button down with the first three buttons open that was tucked into a pair of black pressed slacks. The black suit jacket was hung by the door. His hair was neatly styled to stay out of his face and off his forehead. 

Yoongi in turn wore a white button down that was tucked into black dress pants. He thought you would enjoy the whole suit and tie, so he wore a black tie with a black waist coat. His dark hair was brushed out of his face, a small section of strands was left alone to hang in his eyes on purpose. The matching black suit jacket was also hung by the door behind Seokjin’s; they were just waiting on you.

It never took you too long to get ready. By now, you had your makeup routine down to thirty minutes and since your hair was styled in passion twists, you only had to pull them into a cute waterfall ponytail with two single twists left out by your temples. Tonight wasn’t anything special but after your trip to the mall with your best friend, Jimin, you were feeling yourself. Leave it to that man to hype you up past anything you’ve ever known. He talked you into buying a lingerie set to match the brand new heels you got. Needless to say, after the trip to the mall you were excited to show your new finds to your boyfriends. 

When Seokjin said that he and Yoongi were taking you out, you had formed a plan. You had felt a little bad about ruining your night out, but you knew it would be worth it. Now that you looked at yourself in the full length mirror, you knew it would be worth it. The heels you had on gave you a nice amount of height, the pink lacey set you wore hugged your curves, pushed up your breasts, and left very little to the imagination. You even went as far as to attach a garter belt around your waist to help keep up a pair of white and pink thigh high stockings…you looked sexy. You felt sexy.

You walked out of your shared bedroom wearing a black ruffled dress that needed to be zipped from the back. Could you reach the zipper yourself? Yes, you could have…but did you want to? You smiled to yourself and walked down the hall to the living room, your new heels clicking on the tiled floor.

“Darling? You ready to go?” Yoongi had asked without looking away from the tv screen. They were playing Mario Kart and Seokjin shouted as their friend Jungkook hit his kart with a turtle shell. “Darling?” 

Yoongi glanced over his shoulder at your lack of response and the controller clattered to the floor. Seokjin shot Yoongi with an unimpressed side eye but continued to play the game.

“Can you zip me up?” you asked with a shy smile and Yoongi swallowed thickly before he nodded his head.

“You brat!” Seokjin screamed into his mic on his headset as Jungkook passed him on the screen.

Your heels clicked on the floor again as you walked closer to the couch and this time, you came into Seokjin’s peripheral vision. He glanced at you and looked away before his head whipped around to look at you again. Your legs were out and his dick twitched in his slacks. Biting your lip to keep the smile off your face, you turned your back on your boyfriends and waited to be…zipped. You felt their eyes on you and it made goosebumps come to life on your skin.

“You win, JK!” Seokjin muttered into his mic before he turned the game off, ripped off the headset and Yoongi rose to his feet. Seokjin watched like a hawk as Yoongi stood behind you, slightly to the side so that Seokjin could see everything.

“What’s this, darling?” Yoongi whispered, his cool fingertips tracing the pink strap of your bra. “I don’t remember you having pink.”

“And we would remember!” Seokjin chimed in.

“This?” you questioned and turned around with wide innocent eyes. “I got it today while I was out with Jimin.”

Seokjin rose to his feet and walked over, his eyes dark as he drank you in. 

“Strip.”

With one word you knew that the reservations for tonight were canceled.

It was here in his lap with the way your walls welcomed his cock in a warm embrace that Yoongi found heaven. As your hips ground against his pelvis, he watched as if in a trace, the way your ass jiggled with each tiny movement. You looked so soft, your thighs plush and bouncy; he couldn’t help but to hold onto you tighter. His fingers dimpled your skin and Yoongi found himself once again transfixed. A thin layer of sweat covered your body as you rode him and he wanted a taste. Suddenly his tongue felt much too large for his mouth and he started to drool. He licked at his lips and a shadow loomed from above.

“Is Yoongi making you feel good, sweet girl?”

Seokjin’s voice was cool water, washing over Yoongi’s mind as it cleared the thick, pleased fog from his eyes. You were moaning loudly, begging Yoongi to fill your warmth with his seed. You  were babbling incoherent words that made little to no sense as you bounced on his dick. Clearing his throat, Yoongi slurped up the drool in his mouth and swallowed before he looked at Seokjin who wore that all too familiar smirk on lips.

“I think our little love can handle more.” Seokjin reached out and tangled your twists around the fingers of his left hand. He tilted your neck and smiled down at you before he flicked his gaze to Yoongi. 

“Don’t you agree, Yoongi?”

Yoongi nodded his head silently to which Seokjin tutted as he stroked your cheek with his free hand.

“Seems like the cat has indeed got your tongue,” Seokjin joked and Yoongi wanted to roll his eyes but he didn’t. He watched, unblinking, as Seokjin pulled your head downward, making you shift in Yoongi’s lap. He tightened his hold on your hips to keep you from falling into Seokjin’s thighs or worse onto the floor. “I’ve waited long enough, sweet one.” Seokjin’s words were a clear order and Yoongi watched as you balanced yourself on his thighs, tightening your walls around his dick while you struggled to undo the button and zipper of Seokjin’s jeans in your hazy headspace. Taking pity on you, Seokjin gently slapped your hands away and undid his pants with one hand while still keeping a tight grip on your twists.

He raised one perfectly waxed eyebrow and you pawed wildly at his pants, pulling the fabric halfway down his thick thighs, along with the black Balenciaga boxer briefs; Seokjin’s cock sprung free, bobbing slightly as the flushed tip oozed a small pearl of precum. You leaned forward and Seokjin tightened his grip on your hair slightly, keeping you from what you wanted at that moment. 

“Easy, sweet girl. Don’t want to hurt that lovely throat, right?” 

Seokjin gripped the base of his dick and traced the shape of your lips, smearing his precum like gloss. Your tongue flicked out to tease the tip and tasting the saltiness of him made your mouth water. Your lips parted and Seokjin huffed a deep laugh.

“Patience love,” he whispered, dragging the length of his cock along your jawline, cheeks and lips. A sticky mess, a clear homemade mask of his precum started to dry on your skin and Yoongi’s own length twitched inside of you. Readjusting his grip on his dick, Seokjin smirked as he continued to smear his precum on your face. He tapped your lips with the tip, the clear gloss thickened with each swipe. Biting his bottom lip, Seokjin slapped his cock against your cheek once and you whined, full lips pouted.

Yoongi groaned as he watched you silently beg for Seokjin’s dick. He knew how you looked, eyes wide, mouth open with your tongue poked out. Just the thought of your face made Yoongi want to come right there and then but he held off. 

Seokjin’s hand came in contact with your cheek, the light smack made you moan and clench tighter around Yoongi as your eyes fluttered closed. Seokjin smacked you once more. 

“Eyes on me!” 

Yoongi’s eyes snapped to Seokjin’s face and he felt his cheeks heat up, seeing that Seokjin wasn’t talking to him, but you.

“I’m going to fuck this pretty little mouth and come down your throat. Understand?”

“Y-Yes, sir!” you moaned and Seokjin glanced at Yoongi. A soft smile pulled at his lips as he pressed himself into your awaiting mouth, not once taking his eyes off Yoongi.

The warmth of your mouth, the way your lips wrapped around the base of his length and sucked…Seokjin let you bob your head as he kept watching Yoongi. The signs of need were there in his sparkling brown eyes, blown wide and skin flushed. He could see the way Yoongi’s Adam’s apple kept bobbing as he swallowed repeatedly. Seokjin nodded his head and Yoongi started to circle his hips, swirling himself against the wet walls of your pussy. You both moaned from the feeling and Yoongi jumped, feeling Seokjin’s hand on his cheek. He hadn’t even noticed that his eyes closed. Seokjin’s fingers were sticky with his precum and as they moved towards Yoongi’s mouth, his lips parted silently.

Seokjin grinned and pressed  his index and middle fingers against Yoongi’s tongue. Yoongi tried not to gag but Seokjin’s fingers were long, reaching nearly all the way into the back of his throat. There were no words spoken as Seokjin fucked his fingers in and out of Yoongi’s mouth, teasing the wet muscle between his two fingers, pinching and stroking until Yoongi was a slobbering mess.

Seokjin bit his bottom lip and grunted as he felt the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat. At the same time, Yoongi moaned around his fingers because you had squeezed around his dick suddenly. Seokjin slipped his fingers free from Yoongi’s mouth and gripped his chin before he directed his head down to look at the way your body reacted to their touch. 

From how you were bent over in Yoongi’s lap, speared on his cock with Seokjin’s stuffed in your throat, your asshole was on full display. It clenched and unclenched as Seokjin started to fuck your mouth, much to Yoongi’s delight. Sliding a hand from around your waist, Yoongi smacked your ass and watched it jiggle. You moaned and Seokjin held your head down against his pelvis, the dark pubic hair tickling your nose.

“I want her to come within the next ten minutes.”

Seokjin pinched Yoongi’s face in his hand, his cheeks squished together as he was forced to pout. 

“Spit on it.”

Yoongi felt the drool collect in his mouth at Seokjin’s words and he easily grabbed your ass cheeks in his large hands; spreading them more to get a better angle of your untouched hole. Yoongi let the spit in his mouth gather at the front of his tongue before he tucked his chin and spit. The glob landed on its intended mark, making all three of you moan. Seokjin slid his hand to Yoongi’s hair and watched as Yoongi smeared his spit with his thumb, the thick digit teasing your rim with a little pressure.

“Nine minutes,” Seokjin hissed as you swallowed around him.

Yoongi wasted no more time. He gathered more spit in his mouth, collected your combined arousal from where you made a mess on his lap and spit once again. He pressed two fingers covered in your essence into your tight hole and hissed as you squeezed around both his fingers and cock like a vice. Taking control, Seokjin started to fuck into your mouth, biting down harshly on his bottom lip as your ass bounced in Yoongi’s lap. From his angle he saw the way ripples moved each time your ass smacked against Yoongi’s lap. His stomach clenched at the sight and he could hear the blood rushing behind his ears.

Yoongi’s voice was low and gravely as he moaned, crooning your name as he chased his release. From the way your walls were squeezing him, he knew you were close. The need to overstimulate and fuck you dumb muddled his mind as he started to finger fuck your ass and drive his hips harder into you. Tears spilled from your eyes, clumping your lashes together as spit and precum dribbled from the corners of your mouth. Full. That was the only thought on your mind. You felt so full, yet so empty. You wanted both of your lovers to come, you wanted to be filled past capacity. 

“Five minutes.”

You whined as another slap was delivered to your ass – by who you couldn’t tell but, the sharp pleasure-pain was just what you needed to push you over the edge. Blood rushed loudly behind your ears, a high pitched tone sounded in your head and your vision turned white with spots of black as your orgasm crashed into you. 

Yoongi and Seokjin both groaned, hissing in pleasure as your body locked up, tensing in all the right places. Seokjin forced himself down your throat and listened to you gag as he came with a loud moan. Yoongi pulled his fingers from your ass and held on tightly to your hips as your pussy tried to push him out. The tightness was heaven and he came, pushing past your own release to fill you with his cum. Seokjin pulled out as the last of his orgasm trickled from him and watched with lidded eyes as you coughed and sputtered. His heart beat quickly in his chest and he knelt down before you, cupping your face in his hands. 

Wiping away your tears with his thumbs, Seokjin pressed his mouth to yours and kissed you deeply while Yoongi rubbed small, soft circles into your hips. The warmth that settled over the three of you was tiring, but you pushed through. As Seokjin pulled away, he kissed the tip of your nose and helped you sit up correctly in Yoongi’s lap. Yoongi wrapped his arms around your stomach, his fingers hot against your skin. You leaned back into his hold and turned your head, capturing Yoongi’s lips in a slobber, tears, and cum-filled kiss.

Giving your sides a light squeeze, Yoongi broke the kiss and nibbled playfully at your jaw. He glanced at Seokjin from under his lashes as he pressed his cheek against yours and smiled wickedly. Seokjin was still hard and leaking like he hadn���t just flooded your throat. Chuckling, Yoongi kissed your shoulder and squeezed your hips in his hands. He didn’t want to let you up, he wanted to keep you all to himself and bask in the warmth of your body and pussy. The afterglow of sex always looked good on you; he loved the way your skin was sweaty and shined in the light. The baby hairs at your hairline curled, and the way you let yourself melt into nothing was beautiful.

“Darling,” Yoongi whispered against your ear as he started to stroke the soft skin of your inner thigh. You hummed in acknowledgement but made no show of moving to which Yoongi chuckled and skimmed the tip of his nose along your shoulder. “I don’t think Jinnie is finished with you.”

Yoongi’s words forced you to come down from the cloud that you were resting on. Your vision slowly became clearer as you blinked, and sure enough Seokjin stood a few steps away, stripping out of his clothing. You could see that he was still hard and a shiver trembled throughout your body. Yoongi felt your walls as they tightened around him and he grunted, burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

“Give me a moment, darling. Okay? Let Jinnie take care of you.” Yoongi patted your thighs and you nodded your head. Seokjin would take care of you and you couldn’t wait. “Where do you want her, Hyung?” Yoongi called out to Seokjin, who had started to turn around. 

Seokjin’s eyes darkened as he took in your post-orgasmic state. The way your eyes struggled to stay open was cute, but he wasn’t finished with you yet. Your breasts called to him as you sat in Yoongi’s lap with his dick plugging your pussy. Seokjin bit his bottom lip and nodded his head after he decided where he wanted you.

“On the bed, sweet girl.” 

You took a breath and Yoongi offered you support as you carefully lifted yourself from his lap. A full body shiver wracked your form as Yoongi’s length slipped from between your folds and skimmed the skin of your inner thigh. You tried to tighten your walls to hold onto Yoongi’s cum. You knew that any spillage would result in five smacks to your ass and a pouty Yoongi. Yoongi patted your backside as your feet touched the floor and he pressed a sweet kiss to the small of your back.

“Easy, darling. Don’t want to waste any.”

Seokjin watched, unblinking as you took small steps towards the bed. Your thighs rubbed together as you forced your body to keep Yoongi’s release inside and he licked his lip. 

“On your back and bend your knees.”

You crawled onto the bed, your body shaking as you situated yourself in the middle. You bit your tongue, your legs trembling as the mattress dipped from Seokjin’s weight. Fingers caressed your calves, tickled the back of your knees and left behind goosebumps in their wake as they trailed up, up, up your thighs. Seokjin stared down at you from the side, his chest was flushed, the tips of his ears red as he devoured your naked form. 

“Be a good girl and spread your legs,” Seokjin’s order was soft yet firm as he tapped your left knee lightly. Inhaling, you parted your legs and heat crept up your neck and hugged your face. Your muscles were tensed and Seokjin grinned as he waved a textured purple silicone plug in the air. “We won’t waste a single drop, right?” Seokjin teased as he reached down and pressed the tip of the plug against your clenched lips. “Easy, baby.”

The pressure was slight and you moaned as the grooves of the plug slid against your walls. You felt the stretch as the plug laid inside you, the fullness from Yoongi’s cum, still warm and heavy in your womb. Seokjin leant over you and pressed a ghost of a kiss to your lips, his teeth nipped at your jaw and he traveled lower and lower until the peaks of your pebbled nipples were eye level. His hands were warm as he cupped both your breasts and he let out a hum of approval as your breast spilled out from his large hands. He pinched your nipples between his thumb and index finger, the sharp sting made your back arch as you gasped. 

Seokjin watched in awe as your face broke out in sweat from the pleasure-pain. He loved it when you lost yourself to him. Again and again he pinched and rolled your nipples, often he leant down and laved his tongue along the sensitive flesh before he wrapped his lips around the puckered skin. Your voice was breathless, airy gasps and wordless pleas for more.

“Use your words, sweet girl.” 

You whined at Seokjin’s words, you wanted him and you knew he understood that. Determined to prove your point without words, you opened your mouth wide, stuck your tongue out lewdly and grabbed Seokjin’s right wrist, pulling his hand to your throat while your other hand squeezed your breast roughly.

“Such a needy girl you are,” Seokjin cooed as he applied pressure to your throat. His thumb dug into the muscle at your throat and the air that flooded your lungs started to lessen bit by bit. “You never cease to amaze me.” Seokjin’s words were sincere and tears burned in your eyes. He laughed at your reaction and leaned in close, the warmth of his dick burned against the side of your stomach while his brown eyes pierced yours. 

“I’m gonna fuck you, deep and hard,” Seokjin tightened his hold around your throat as he spoke and you moaned, “So, close that pretty little mouth and take this dick.” He moved between your legs and slid his free hand down to your hip. He looked at the plug and his dick twitched against his stomach. Sliding his hand down lower, his fingers brushed your clit and you jumped from the sudden touch. Again, Seokjin chuckled and his hand moved lower; past the plug to your slick ass. The wetness from Yoongi’s spit and your combined arousal was sticky, making it easy for Seokjin as he pressed two fingers into your ass. You clenched around his fingers, a moan caught under the pressure of his hand around your throat. 

Seokjin kept his eyes on your face as he stretched you, the urge to just dive right in was hard to ignore but Seokjin took his time. He made sure to press against your walls, curl and spread his fingers wide to loosen you even more than Yoongi already had. The hand around your throat loosened and Seokjin spit in his palm. He grunted as he wrapped his hand around his length and stroked it a few times, shuffling upward on his knees to get closer to your ass. The blunt tip of his dick pressed against the small gaping hole and you both moaned as Seokjin bottomed out in one thrust. 

“Legs up, sweet girl.” 

Seokjin moved his arm to catch the back of your legs in the crook of his elbows, your thighs pressed against each other, and he threw his head back in ecstasy as the softness of your body rippled with each jerk of his hips. 

“Fuck!”

A breathy moan caught your attention for a moment. Your head rolled to the side and Yoongi sat on the bed stroking himself in time with Seokjin’s thrusts. His eyes were glazed over, darkened with lust as he leered at your bouncing breasts. You pouted at Yoongi and reached out for him. You wanted him. Needed him to touch you wherever Seokjin couldn’t. As your hand waved in his line of sight, Yoongi snapped out of the trance your body put him in and he licked his bitten lips. 

“You’re so beautiful, darling.” Yoongi’s praise wasn’t needed but it sent a pleasant shiver down your spine nonetheless. As he fully crawled onto the bed, Yoongi carefully reached out and placed his hand on your stomach. His rough fingers traced the uneven and discolored marks on your sides and around your navel. Again, tears fought to leak from your eyes, but you blinked them away quickly. Not quick enough because Yoongi’s lips were on your skin, kissing wet, open mouth trails along your stretch marks. 

Seokjin pinched your thigh and you yelped from the sudden pain. He watched you over Yoongi’s body and narrowed his eyes, his hips stilling before he pulled out all together. You whined and Seokjin pinched you once more. He moved from between your legs and joined Yoongi on the opposite side of your body. His hands and lips followed the same marks as Yoongi and your heart beated widely in your chest.

Lovely. Beautiful. Perfect. Ours. All. Ours.

The combined warmth from their hands, the soft tickles from their fingertips, the whispered words of praise and love. It was all too much and your body trembled as you cried silently. Yoongi’s tongue flicked at your navel as he massaged the soft skin, pressing as lightly as possible, like a cat kneading a blanket. Possessive and sweet. Seokjin kissed his way up your body, his tongue peaking out once in a while to sample the stretch marks on your breasts and shoulders. As he kissed the tender flesh of your throat, you held your breath as he skimmed his nose up the length of your jaw to your ear. 

“I’m gonna put a baby in you…if Yoongi hasn’t already.” 

You whined at the words and any retort died on Seokjin’s tongue as he crashed his lips into yours. The kiss was messy, needy, and filled with so much raw desire, you felt your heart grow twice over in size from the love. Seokjin scooted to the edge of the bed and grabbed the pack of wipes that are stashed in the nightstand. Wordlessly he cleaned himself and tossed the used wipe onto the nightstand. 

He turned back to you and Yoongi shifted to give Seokjin room, but kept his hands on your body, touching every inch of you. As Seokjin settled back between your legs, Yoongi easily pulled the plug from between your legs and Seokjin pressed forward, replacing the plug. He was wider and a breathy shutter left your lips. Yoongi smirked as he held the plug up to your face. You could see the creamy white fluid and Yoongi tapped the tip to your lips.

Parting your lips, you licked at the tip, not once breaking eye contact with Yoongi as you sucked his and your cum off the plug. The smile on Yoongi’s face grew larger as your eyes rolled to the back of your head when Seokjin started to grind into you. Your body felt like it was going to explode. The attention and care was needed; acted like small invisible stitches that held your body together when the world and your mind were not kind.

“Look at you, darling,” Yoongi whispered as he nose brushed against yours. “So fucking perfect for us…gonna give Hyung a baby? Get nice and round with our babies?” Yoongi teased as he stroked the softness of your stomach. He nuzzled his nose into your jaw and kissed your ear, “Can’t wait to cook for you. Have you seated on Hyung’s cock while I feed you and our baby…never wanting for anything.” 

Yoongi groaned, his member starting to hurt from how worked up his own imagination got him. Taking pity, you reached out and wrapped your fingers around his length to which Yoongi shook his head as he bit his lip.

“C-Can I…” 

Yoongi’s chest and neck flushed as he shifted on the bed. He motioned to your breasts and you smiled as his face burned. You understood the question and nodded your head, moving your braids from underneath your shoulders to be on the safe side. Yoongi started to straddle your chest and you stopped him. He raised an eyebrow and stared at you silently.

“You wanna eat his ass, sweet girl?” Seokjin’s voice was rough as he moaned through his words and Yoongi’s eyes widened. He smiled softly and leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. 

“Whatever you want, darling.”

This time when Yoongi straddled your chest, you didn’t stop him as he sat with his back facing you. You had a clear view of his ass and it was cute. Always had been. Yoongi grabbed your breasts in his hands and jumped as you placed your hands on his hips. 

Looking over his shoulder, he stared down at you, “Are you-”

You squeezed his perky butt and Yoongi moaned softly. Nodding his head, Yoongi raised himself up a little on his thighs to give you better access to his ass. You cupped the globs of flesh and licked your lips. It wasn’t often that Yoongi offered himself up and you were going to make it worthwhile. Wetting your lips, you circled his rim with the tip of your tongue, lapping at sensitive muscle as it clenched around nothing. 

As Yoongi whimpered in need, you let spit collect in your mouth, rolled your tongue around and shoved two fingers into your mouth. Yoongi’s head dropped down to his chest and he spit on his dick once before he started to rock his hip back and forth. The delicate skin of your breasts, smooth and warm, made him shiver and he groaned low in his throat at the feeling of the two wet fingers that pressed against his spit slick entrance. 

“The fucking sounds you make…damn,” Seokjin panted as he snapped his hips harder against you. You choked on your spit as an orgasm rushed through you and Seokjin growled as he fucked you through it. Breathing through the pleasure as your body shook, you pressed your fingers past Yoongi’s entrance and he moaned your name loudly. His hips picked up speed as he humped against your breast and you tilted your head upward, sticking out your tongue to lick at Yoongi’s perineum. 

Crooking your finger, you felt just what you were looking and Yoongi gasped, his whole body locking up as the pleasure washed over him in waves. His hips stuttered and he whined as you continued to abuse his prostate with expert fingers. Seokjin reached out and grabbed a fist full of Yoongi’s dark hair, pulling him forward as their lips crashed together. Their moans were muffled and wet, swallowed and spit back out into each other’s mouths. Seokjin’s stomach started to clench as your walls choked his cock tighter than before. He knew another release was coming and grunted as he bit Yoongi’s lower lip.

“Shit!”

“Fuuuuuck! Ah, yeeeesss!” 

Seokjin and Yoongi moaned, coming at the same time as each other. You slowed your fingers, not waiting to hurt Yoongi as you worked him through his release while Seokjin licked his fingers and started to rub your clit while his hips worked lazily. 

“Come for me, sweet girl.” Seokjin hissed as your walls squeezed him again and again. He knew you were close and Yoongi bent down to help. He pushed Seokjin’s fingers out of the way and wrapped his lips around your puffy clit. Screaming, your body jackknifed into a hard arch as you came with a few hard sucks.

“Jesus!” Seokjin moaned as his cock was forced out of your from the power of the orgasm. Yoongi scooted down your chest, keeping his weight off you to get better access to your leaking pussy.

“No! Noooo! T-Too much!” you cried, tears streaming down your face and Yoongi giggled.

“Safeword?” Seokjin gave Yoongi a stern glare while he panted to catch his breath and you shook your head. Seokjin smirked and Yoongi giggled again as he licked at your pussy all the more. You tried to close your legs, but Seokjin held them wide open. You whined feeling yourself fall right into another orgasm without any warning. 

The pressure in your stomach was heavy, it felt like you had to pee, and before you knew it, a gush of clear liquid rushed out. Seokjin and Yoongi both shouted in surprise as Yoongi’s face got hit and Seokjin stared with wide eyes. Panting, you tried to close your trembling legs and Seokjin grinned wickedly. 

He moved from between your legs and started to massage your sore muscles. Yoongi wiped his face with the back of his hand and Seokjin laughed while you hid your face in the blankets.

“That was so fucking hot,” Seokjin kissed your hip as Yoongi got off you silently. Looking around, Yoongi grabbed a shirt from the floor and wiped his face off better.

“Fuck, I wish we recorded that,” Yoongi pouted and you tried to kick at him, but Seokjin held your ankle. Shaking his head, Yoongi used the shirt to wipe his cum from off your stomach and pressed a kiss to Seokjin’s lips before he threw the shirt onto the floor. Yoongi flopped down on the bed beside you and pulled you into his arms. “I love you, darling.” he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

Seokjin shimmed his way up the bed and pressed his lips to yours, “I want the two of you in the tub while I strip the sheets… Might have to invest in a mattress cover.”

“Shut up!” you whined as you slapped Seokjin's chest which made him and Yoongi both laugh.

“I’m just saying,” Seokjin joked with a peck to your temple before he rolled off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. 

#seokjin fic #seokjin smut #yoongi fic #yoongi smut #bts smut #yoonjin x black reader #seokjin x plus size reader #yoongi x plus size reader #yoongi x seokjin #bts ambw #look at you #soc yoongi #soc seokjin

[hansjisung-nolonger]

bts concept photos x kaz brekker quotes

#fandomaestheticnet #armysource #bangtanarmynet #kpopgfxnetwork #btsgfx #bts #soc #six of crows #socedit #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #ajhhdsk this took like 2 hours idk how to make gfx #mine #my edit #my edits #mine: bts

[jcwriting-blog]

Chapter Four

BTS Outsiders AU

Word Count: 2.1K

Trigger Warning: _

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Song: Golden by Morning TV

Rose

I picked at the mushy lunch food as I looked around the lunch table. Taehyung and I sat in silence as Jin and Jimin laughed about something dumb one of their friends did.

“Like, really, who the hell does something like that?” Jimin laughed.

“I know, right? That’s what I told him, and he still doesn’t listen.” Jin added.

Jimin laughed, “What do you think, Rose?... Rose?”

I suddenly realized he was talking to me, “Uh… what? Sorry, what were you saying?” I asked.

Jimin smiled compassionately, “I was saying-”

“Hey! Watch it, freak!” Jin shouted.

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to!” The girl apologized, walking away quickly.

I looked around Jimin and saw Taehyung’s bag tipped over, with all of the contents spilled out. She probably just kicked it.

“Jin, don’t worry about it. It was an accident.” Taehyung said quietly as he put his stuff back in his bag. I noticed a small box on the floor.

“Tae!” I whispered and gestured to the box. He seemed confused at first but his eyes widened when he saw it, ‘Tape’ he mouthed back.

“Am I missing something here? What’s going on?” Jimin asked.

“Oh, nothing.” I replied a bit too quickly.

“Rose, don’t lie to me, you guys have been acting weird ever since the assembly. What happened that I don’t know about?”

“Jimin, really. It’s nothing. We were just… upset about what happened to Jungkook.” I lied.

“Upset? You barely knew him. Rose, tell me the truth.” Jimin pushed on.

“Listen, if you guys are gonna have one of your couple fights, do it out in the hall.” Jin interrupted.

I sighed and took Jimin’s hand. I led him out to the hallway, I turned around to see Taehyung nod at me. I knew I had to tell him.

“Okay, now that we’re out here, what’s going on?” Jimin asked impatiently.

“Look, Jimin, I-”

“Are you cheating on me with Tae?” Jimin asked quickly with tears in his eyes.

“What? No! Oh my god, no, no no! Never!” I assured him. He quickly got over it  sighed in relief, “Okay, then what?”

“The other day, when Tae was at his locker, he found a tape.” “A tape?” Jimin repeated.

“Yes, a tape. When we played it back, it was a video of Jungkook, the day he died.”

“No way.” Jimin said, wide eyed, “Did it show…?”

“Yeah, um… listen, you have to promise me to not tell anyone about this.”

“I swear on my life.” He promised quietly as he took my hand.

“Okay... Jungkook didn’t commit suicide. Someone killed him. They made him drop the camera, and right before they shot him, they filmed his body and the message.”

“Just like what my dad said… What did the message say?” He asked hesitantly.

“It said ‘I’m sorry’. I’m not sure if they were trying to frame his suicide or if the murderer himself meant it.”

“Why would he be sorry? If he didn’t want to kill Jungkook, why didn’t he just… not kill him?”

“Jimin, I don’t know. Before he attacked him, Jungkook said hi to him, and he talked to him like they were friends. But the tape cut out any parts where he would’ve responded.”

“This is way too sketchy… Does anyone else know besides you and Tae?” Jimin asked.

“Um, yeah. You can’t tell Jin, he’ll kill us, but we went to this Greaser’s house.” “Wait, you what?” Jimin asked with a hint of anger in his voice.

“Yeah, his name is Namjoon. He knew Jungkook. I’m not sure what he can do with the tapes, but he might be able to help.” I explained hesitantly.

“Tapes? You mean there’s more?”

“Tae just found one in his bag, when it was tipped over just now. We’ll probably bring it to Namjoon after school and watch it.”

Jimin stayed quiet for a moment, “I want to come with.”

“What? No you’re not.”

“Yes, I am. You don’t know this Namjoon guy. He could be some sort of escaped convict or something!”

“I’m pretty sure he isn’t an escaped convict. Jimin, he’s chill and from what I’ve seen of him, he isn’t looking for trouble with us Socs.”

Jimin looked around, and looked back into the cafeteria. I saw Jin smile and wink at us and turn to say something to Tae. Jimin sighed, “Fine, but I still want to come with.”

I drove up to Namjoon house slowly, checking to see if anymore cars were here. I didn’t see any other than the one parked lazily next to the entrance.

“So… What’s this guy like?” Jimin asked, “Is there anything I should know before we go in there, guns blazing?”

“‘Guns blazing’? Really Jimin? We’re just gonna go in there, watch the tape, and see if he can do anything with it.” Taehyung explained.

“Why would he know what to do? Shouldn’t we just bring it to the police? You know my dad’s a cop, maybe he can help if I-”

“No, Jimin! You don’t get it, the cops already looked for signs and clues of a murderer, they found nothing! If we gave them these it would make us look like we were the ones that did it anyways.” I told him.

“Okay, yeah… Let’s just go in already.”

As we walked up to the door we could hear people talking and laughing from inside the house. I peeked through the window and saw the people from the other day inside the kitchen talking. I couldn’t remember their names exactly… Mary and something that started with an H?

“Oh shit, Marie and Hoseok are here, maybe it’s best if we come back later.” Taehyung stepped back.

“Too late.” Jimin said as he knocked on the door. I could see Marie turn around and go to answer the door.

“Um… hello? Is there something you guys need?” She asked awkwardly.

“Yeah, is Namjoon here?” Jimin asked confidently. Hoseok eyed him suspiciously, “Lemme go check.” He said as he walked to some room in the house.

“So who’s this one?” Marie asked, gesturing to Jimin. Before Taehyung or I could say anything, Jimin introduced himself.

“Hello, I’m Jimin Park. Rose’s boyfriend. Who are you?” He asked in a tone that sounded more like an insult than a question.

“I’m Marie. That’s all you need to know.” She glared at him. Hoseok came back with Namjoon, who’s eyes widened when he noticed us.

“You’re back! Did you find another…?”

“Yeah, we haven’t watched it yet. I found it in my bag today during lunch.” Taehyung explained.

“So it clearly isn’t a mistake that you’re getting these tapes… But who’s putting them there?” Namjoon wondered.

“Maybe someone saw the murderer kill Jungkook.” Marie suggested.

“Or maybe it’s the murderer himself that’s been planting the tapes.” Jimin said.

“I kind of doubt it.” Hoseok replied.

“Let’s just watch the tape already!” Taehyung shouted as he took out the camcorder.

“Turn that damn thing off!” Someone laughed behind a black screen. A hand moved away and it revealed a smiling Hoseok looking at whoever was behind the camera. They were sitting at a diner, a soft chatter in the filling background sound.

“Oh come on, you love the attention.” The person behind the camera said, most likely Jungkook.

Hoseok shook his head, “You’re not wrong.”

“Hey, hey, hey! Look at what we got here!” A deep voice boomed off camera. Hoseok looked up with a dark expression.

“Mind your own damn business, we haven’t done nothing.” Hoseok growled.

“Sorry buddy, but I ain’t scared of a couple o’ Greasers.” The man threatened. Hoseok kept staring at him intensely.

The camera started shaking, “What’s this little toy you got here?” The voice asked, “Hey! That’s not yours- let it go!” Jungkook shouted. The camera was pulled back and forth before it was raised into the air with a ‘thump’ sound.

“Not so tough, are ya, little guy?”

The camera was panned at the tiled ground, and a few small feet walked up to whoever was holding the camera, “Is that your camera, young man?” An older woman’s voice asked.

“Um, ma’am, I-” He stuttered.

“Give the boy back his camera, or I’ll kick you and your friends out right this minute.” She scolded him.

“Alright, ma’am, It won’t be a problem again.” He set the camera down, which showed half of Hoseok’s face. He was serious, yet looked surprised, as if no one had ever done this for them before.

Soft footsteps walked away, but Hoseok still looked serious. A chorus of conversations grew louder, it sounded like teenage boys.

“Henry! These guys giving you any trouble?” One asked.

“Nah. Let’s just get out of here.” He answered.

The group of boys left, and while Hoseok’s serious and hardened look faded, a more angry one took its place.

“Those bastards, I’d like to see them actually own up to anything their dumbasses get them into.” Hoseok commented under his breath.

“Yeah, it was kind of pathetic to see how easily he gave up when that lady showed up.” Jungkook agreed.

“Hey, if they ever mess with you like that and I’m not around, tell me. I’ll kill them if that’s what it takes.” Hoseok threatened.

Jungkook laughed nervously, “I don’t think you need to go that far, but a good spook wouldn’t hurt.” “I just don’t want them picking on you like that, Kook.”

“Thanks, Hobi.”

I looked up and saw that Hoseok had tears in his eyes.

“Why would someone…?” Taehyung trailed off.

“I think they’re setting up something bigger. This definitely isn’t the last tape.” Namjoon said.

I noticed that Marie had stood up with Hoseok and gone to the kitchen. He was crying silently as she was saying something to him that I couldn’t hear.

Marie

“Hoseok…” I looked up to see Hoseok leaning against the kitchen counter, him covering his face with one of his hands.

“This tape must’ve meant a lot to you.”

“No kidding.” He answered sharply, peering up from his covered tear stained face and looked at me into my eyes.

“I… I miss him.” Hoseok confessed, fiddling with one of the silverware he found nearby.

I grabbed the spoon he was holding and put it aside. “We all miss him, Hoseok.”  

“You don’t-” He was interrupted by some murmuring coming from the living room. “You just don’t understand how I feel.”

“Hobi, what do I not understand about it? That Kookie was murdered and someone involved with this mess is sending some Soc that we don’t even know tapes? Of course I understand how you are feeling.” I remarked. “Jungkook was our family. I even considered him a little brother.”

“I think we all did.”

“Also… “ I pondered for a bit, trying to change the subject. “Maybe we should go back in the living room and invite Taehyung and Rose for dinner.”

“Yes! I mean yeah, why not.”

 “I never realized I missed him so much.” I remarked, before walking back into the living room. I glanced at an old picture of Jungkook on Namjoon’s fridge. He was about eight then, playing in one of the sand hills by his old house. He was so happy and full of life. Suddenly I came to realization that that was the same boy that was shot not too long ago.

“He was murdered, Hoseok.”

We all sat at the dinner table facing one another uncomfortably. Uncoincidentally all the Socs sat on one side and Hoseok and I sat at the other. Namjoon sighed as he set down the pot of spaghetti.

“What do guys want to drink? There’s not many options…” He ran over to check the fridge. “We got water and a pack of SD.”  

As Namjoon mentioned the soda ‘SD’, Hoseok tensed up. “Uh I’ll have an SD.”

“I’ll have one too,” Jimin added.

I glanced at Hoseok. His eyes were shifted onto one of the SD cans inside the living room. “Make that three.”

“Could we both get water?” Rose insisted.

“On it!” Namjoon chimed in with the armful of beverages. As he set down Hoseok’s SD, he shifted in his seat. He murmured something underneath his breath that sounded something like ‘I can’t take this’ or ‘I can’t do this anymore’. Whatever he had whispered sounded concerning.

Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by him bolting out of his chair and into the bathroom.

“Uh he must’ve really had to go then.” Jimin remarked.

“Really Jimin?” Taehyung and Rose said simultaneously.

Ignoring their retorts to one another I looked back at the bathroom door. It felt as if he was scared of the drink. Why would anyone be that terrified of SD?

#bts #bangtan seonyeondan #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts outsiders au #outsiders #outsiders au #socs #greasers #the outsiders #jin #kim seokjin #yoongi #min yoongi #suga #rm #namjoon #kim namjoon #hoseok #jung hoseok #jhope #jimin #park jimin #taehyung #kim taehyung #jungkook #v #jeon jungkook

[sprimgday]

the biggest cowards of bts

#networkbangtan #sprimgifs #THIS WAS SOC UTE DFGJK #jhs #cherry boyfriend #ksj #jung hoseok #hoseok #jhope #kim seokjin #seokjin #jin #jung hoseok gifs #hoseok gifs #jhope gifs #kim seokjin gifs #seokjin gifs #jin gifs #2seok #bts #bangtan #bts gifs #bangtan gifs

[silverlightqueen]

Grease - Teaser

greaser!Hoseok x cheerleader!reader - fluff, angst, humour, potential smut

Rating: PG13

Word Count: 5k+ (not really a teaser lmao, but let’s just roll with it)

Summary - During the best summer of their childhood, good girl y/n and greaser Jung Hoseok indulge in a sweet and innocent love affair before parting ways, believing they will never see one another again. But fate has other plans, and it is only the beginning of the story for y/n and Hoseok in this tale of cars, chicks and high school cliques... (ft. Red Velvet and NCT Jaehyun)

Warnings - mild profanity, mention of sex, mild threat of violence, misogyny and sexism (it was the 50s lol), a lot of 50s slang (it took me longer to find relevant slang than it did to actually write this lmao), bts and red velvet flirting, gross overuse of pet names, I think that’s it but tell me if I missed anything lol

a/n: this is actually edited and proofread by the love of my life @silverlightprincess​ who made me even more excited about this story than I was before. I hope y’all like it x

song I listened to whilst writing: Bad Boy (English Version) - Red Velvet (the album cover inspired their outfits - yes, I know Rydell’s colours are red and white but I don’t care lol)

divider credit: ? (lmk if you know whose it is pls)

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‘Six strawberry milkshakes for the paper shakers!’ the chef behind the counter shouts. A waitress, stood mere feet away from him, winces at the volume of his voice in the quiet diner before picking up the tray of our milkshakes and heading over towards us. ‘Six strawberry milkshakes,’ she says softly, and we all thank her as she puts them down on the table in front of us.

‘You girls look neat. Rydell trying out some new threads?’ she asks, and we all look at Irene, the Cheer Captain, and the unspoken leader of our little group. ‘Yeah, but Coach didn’t really… dig them like I hoped he would. Says they’re impractical or something lame-brained like that,’ Irene says ruefully, and the waitress rolls her eyes. ‘And those skimpy little cheer kits aren’t? Coach is such a pooper – he’s probably just peed off he didn’t come up with these,’ she says, and Irene smiles, a hint of pride in her grin – she likes a little compliment. ‘He’ll warm up to them. Well, he has no choice – all the other girls have bought them too. Our parents will blow a fuse if we can’t wear them,’ Irene says, and the waitress nods, us five just sipping on our milkshakes as we listen. Just as she opens her mouth to reply, we hear the chef shout, ‘Mina! These tables ain’t gonna clean themselves!’ She rolls her eyes with an apologetic shrug before trudging over to the counter where the chef throws a cloth and disinfectant at her.

‘Irene, where did you get the idea for these duds?’ Joy asks, straw between her teeth as she speaks. ‘You know that girl group, Red Velvet? They dropped a new record a few weeks ago – you’ve heard it right? It’s all over the radio. Well, anyway, they did a video for it, and they were wearing these cute little skirts and tops, all in blue and yellow plaid,’ she explains, but I get the feeling Yeri and I are the only ones listening, all of the other girls staring out of the window behind us.

‘Oh, no. I recognise that hunk o’ junk. That’s Kim Seokjin and his little gang. They’ve just pulled up in the parking lot,’ Seulgi says, though the way she checks her reflection in her little pocket mirror shows she’s not quite as distressed about their arrival as she seems. ‘Don’t say that in front of Kim Taehyung. He calls it a ‘hot rod’; he’d flip out if he heard someone call it a hunk o’ junk,’ Wendy says warningly as she fixes her hair.

‘Wait, sorry, but who is Kim Seokjin? And who’re his gang?’ I ask, the girls all looking at me shock, quickly followed by realisation. ‘I keep forgettin’ you’re a newbie. They’re greasers – you’ve probably seen a couple of them at school. They’re… bad news. They have a reputation of humpin’ and dumpin’. Still doesn’t put all the girls off them though,’ Seulgi explains, saying the last bit under her breath.

‘What’s humping and dumping?’ I ask, the five of them shushing me instantly. ‘Keep your voice down, y/n, we can’t be heard talkin’ about things like that in public. Humpin’ and dumpin’ is, like… one minute, they’re all friendly, then they’re suddenly in your bed, and then they’ve forgotten you existed,’ Wendy explains quietly, and I nod in understanding, feeling my cheeks warm up a little bit at discussing something so crude.

‘That Jeon Jungkook did it to Lisa,’ Joy whispers as she applies fresh lipstick, and I picture our fellow cheerleader in my head, feeling a little bit of pity for the poor girl. ‘He’s so dreamy, though,’ Yeri says softly, and Irene rolls her eyes. ‘They’re all dreamy, Yeri, but they’re bad news,’ the girl says forcefully, echoing Seulgi’s earlier words.

And then the bell above the diner door rings behind me, followed by an absolute hubbub. ‘I’ll have you know, I got an A in Miss Lee’s class through workin’ my ass off!’ ‘No, it’s ‘cause you’re a little brownnoser, Jeon.’ ‘Hey! I am not!’ ‘So, if you’re workin’ your ass off in her class, why can’t you work your ass off in all the others? You’re failin’ everything else!’ ‘I’m not failin’ anything! I just don’t have time to do extra sessions with any other teachers.’ ‘You’re doing extra sessions with Miss Lee? Lucky fucker.’ ‘Lucky? How am I lucky?’ ‘She’s stacked.’ ‘So what? She might be a sex-pot, but we’re doin’ history work, not makin’ out.’ ‘Maybe you should make out with her. Drive her home, a little backseat bingo.’ ‘Jeon’s too much of a sissy for that.’ ‘I’m not a sissy! I could easy… backseat bingo with Miss Lee if I wanted too.’ ‘So you don’t want to? Are you queer?’

‘Hey, fat-heads, put a lid on it,’ one voice rises above all the squabbling. ‘Get a load of those dollies,’ the voice says softly, not softly enough for us to not hear. I feel a sudden rush of panic, knowing they’re about to join us. ‘Are those paper shakers I spy?’ ‘It can’t be.’ The teasing voices get louder and closer, and Irene gives me an encouraging smile, obviously telling me not to worry.

‘Ah, if it isn’t Rydell’s resident greasers,’ Seulgi says with a small smirk, and then ‘Rydell’s resident greasers’ come into my view. All of them have their hair slicked back and wear black leather jackets over black or white t-shirts, and black or blue jeans, but that’s where the similarities end. All of them are handsome, but in their own ways; Irene was right – they’re all dreamy. ‘Speak for the rest of ‘em, my hair ain’t greasy,’ one of the boys says with a boxy smile, pushing himself into the booth beside Joy who welcomes him with a flirty grin. He’s right too; his hair isn’t greasy at all. None of their hair is. A little shiny and sleek, but not greasy. At the mention of grease, one of the boys begins singing ‘Grease Is The Word’ obnoxiously loud, another hitting him over the head.

‘Don’t you skirts look cute?’ another of the boys says with a smirk as he pulls a stool up to the side of our booth, and the girls all smile back. ‘Thanks, Jungkook,’ Yeri says with a little flutter of her eyelashes, and he ever-so-slightly leans over me towards her, ignoring me completely. ‘You’re most welcome, doll,’ he replies, and she giggles behind her hand.

‘Oh. Who’s this?’ one of the other boys asks, looking at me, and suddenly all of them are looking at me. I will myself to be confident and flirty like the other girls, and I sit up a little in my seat. ‘She’s new ‘round here,’ Wendy says, not giving me a proper introduction. But it seems it’s better she didn’t, all of the boys suddenly intrigued, eyes scanning me intently. I spot Seulgi and Joy exchange a little grin; they’ve been bugging me all week to try and talk to some boys, saying it’d be super easy for me because of how much of a ‘dish’ I am, but I’m way too shy for that. ‘Obviously. I woulda noticed a cute little piece like this before,’ a disembodied voice says, and when Jungkook moves his head to the side, I spot the source of the voice.

He’s… hot, to say the least, his good looks making my stomach turn a little. His skin sports a golden tan, his eyes and hair a dark brown, and he has nice proportions, not too built but not exactly small either. He gives me a little grin when he spots me looking at him, and I’m endeared when I notice his lips form a heart shape when he smiles. I’m certain I’ve seen a smile like that before.

‘Don’t call her a piece, Hoseok. That’s derogatory towards women,’ Irene says, all eyes turning to her with surprise. Hoseok. Nice name. ‘What? We all know I’m a feminist, it’s not a surprise,’ she says matter-of-factly, as though it’s the most normal thing in the world, before taking a sip of her milkshake. ‘We’re just surprised you know a big word like derogary,’ one of the boys says, coaxing laughter from the rest of them. ‘It’s derogatory, doofus, not derogary,’ Irene says but her voice is lost under their laughter.

‘Hey, Yoongi, Mina’s workin’ tonight,’ one of the boys says, nudging another, presumably Yoongi, who instantly looks up with eager eyes, everyone else laughing. ‘Excuse me, ladies, knuckleheads. My lady awaits,’ he says, the other boys hollering and hooting at him, pushing him towards where poor Mina cleans tables on the other side of the diner.

‘So, what’s the dealio with you, sweetie? How’s a cute little dish like you managed to get in with the socs?’ one of the boys says to me in a teasing tone as he leans against the booth beside ours, the other girls rolling their eyes. ‘I hate it when you call us that, Jimin,’ Seulgi says with wide eyes and a little pout, and he grins at her, blowing her a kiss before he says, ‘sorry, baby, but ya know it’s true. Popular teeny queenies, you five.’ Seulgi certainly seems appeased, a satisfied little smirk on her face when she turns to take a sip of her milkshake.

‘I was a cheerleader at my old school, so the girls got me on the team as soon as I started at Rydell,’ I explain softly, the boys all listening with interest. ‘Ain’t you a cutie? So softly spoken, an’ all posh soundin'. Not like this noisy broad,’ the boy beside Joy says, nudging her, and she nudges him back with a scowl. ‘Shut it, Tae,’ she snaps, and the boy, Tae, grins as he throws an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side, Joy’s scowl quickly disappearing.

‘Ain’t you in one of my classes?’ Jungkook says, and I look at him for a moment, before nodding, realising he’s in my Math class. ‘Mmhmm. Math, right?’ I say, and he nods with a little grin at me, an unreadable expression on his face. ‘You’re awful quiet in class.’ ‘And you’re awful loud.’ The entire group bursts out laughing, Jungkook included, and he looks impressed.

‘The kitten has claws, huh?’ Hoseok says, my eyes flitting up to meet his amused ones, and then I realise – I’ve seen him before. ‘I recognise you,’ I say without thinking, and a little bit of surprise appears on his face before he quickly masks it with a grin. ‘That’s a line I usually use,’ he says, and everyone laughs, a little bit of embarrassment unfurling in my chest as I let out a giggle.

‘So what’s your name, sweetheart?’ the boy that thought ‘derogary’ was a word asks, and I raise an eyebrow at him. ‘What’s yours?’ I ask, and he grins, more laughter rippling around the group. ‘Kim Seokjin, Jin for short. I’m surprised you don’t know. Irene’s neighbours sure do,’ he jokes, a little gasp escaping my lips as everyone laughs, Irene shooting him a death stare. ‘Aw, ain’t you adorable?’ Tae says with an amused grin, having noticed my gasp, and I feel blood rushing to my cheeks as I duck my head to take a sip of my milkshake.

‘What’s the name then, doll?’ Hoseok asks, my heart fluttering at the nickname. ‘y/n,’ I say, and his mouth falls open. ‘Get outta here. There’s no way. y/n y/l/n?’ he asks, and I nod mutely, shocked that he knows my full name. ‘It’s me, Jung Hoseok,’ he says, and I vaguely recognise the name, but can’t remember where I know him from. One of the boys whistles to fill the awkward silence, another whispering ‘sheesh, ain’t that a bite?’. Hoseok looks at me with intense eyes, almost willing me to remember him. ‘Come on, y/n, you remember me. That summer. At the beach. You know me,’ he says, almost desperately, and then I realise exactly who he is, ice cold shock filling my veins.

‘Hobi! No way!’ I exclaim, a grin spreading across his face as he nods. ‘Hobi? Who the fuck is Hobi?’ Jimin asks, and Hobi rubs the back of his neck embarrassedly. ‘I am. It was my nickname when I was a kid,’ he admits, the boys all laughing, and annoyance appears on his face. ‘Put a lid on it, dipsticks. My old lady gave me that nickname, an’ I’ll be damned if you make me embarrassed of it,’ he says seriously, the boys all falling silent. ‘I like it,’ Seulgi says evenly, taking a sip of her milkshake. ‘Yeah, it’s cute. Hobi. Definitely suits you,’ Wendy says, and suddenly, Hobi’s sporting a little grin, and the other boys seem a little jealous at the attention from the girls.

‘So, you two childhood friends or somethin’?’ the only boy whose name I don’t know yet asks, and both Hobi and I nod. ‘We met a couple years back, when we were… 15?’ he asks me, and I nod. ‘Yeah, 15. I was nearly 16. It was summer, an’ our villas were next to each other on holiday. We spent the whole summer together,’ he says, the others listening with interest. ‘Ain’t that just adorable? Who woulda thought our big bad wolf would turn out to be a little softie?’ the boy replies, and Hobi glares at him. ‘You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’, Namjoon, so can it before you get a knuckle sandwich. I’m sure Wendy wouldn’t be too happy to see your face busted,’ Hobi threatens, and I’m shocked to see a new side to the gentle and kind boy so full of sunshine that I met a few years ago. He spots the look on my face, and suddenly looks ashamed of himself, the anger in his disposition instantly disappearing.

The conversation quickly moves on to Namjoon and Wendy, and I’m lost in my memories of that summer with Hobi. He was such a lovely boy, so funny and full of laughter. We made a lifetime of memories that summer, and I’ll always treasure it as the summer I fell in love for the first time.

‘Oh, y/n, your milkshake’s finished. Why don’t you get another one?’ Yeri says, nudging me out of my own mind, and I look down at my glass. Sure enough, it’s empty. I didn’t think I’d had that much. ‘Oh. Yeah, okay. Does anyone else want anything?’ I offer, and Yeri hands me some money to get her a basket of cheesy fries, and tells me to get my milkshake with her money too. And it’s then that I notice her glass is suspiciously full, around the amount that I had left in mine. She grins at me sneakily before her eyes flit to Hobi, and I know she’s plotting for him to follow me.

I slide out of the booth, and head up to the counter, my white cheer shoes squeaking against the clean vinyl floor. I cross paths with Yoongi, who’s glowering a little. ‘Any luck with Mina?’ I ask, my courage at speaking to a virtual stranger surprising me. ‘Not really,’ he admits, and I supress an amused laugh. ‘Maybe bring her some flowers next time you’re here? Girls love it when boys do things like that. It’s cute and romantic,’ I say, and he nods, digesting my words. ‘Yeah. Good idea. Thanks, new girl,’ he says, heading back to our booth with renewed energy.

I order a strawberry milkshake and Yeri’s fries at the counter, poor Mina looking like she could kill the chef when he shouts at her to clean the machine before getting my milkshake. ‘Shall I bring it over, or you gonna wait?’ she asks me, but I’m saved from answering, a voice behind me replying, ‘we’ll wait.’ Hobi appears, sliding on to the stool beside where I stand with an easy grin at me, my heart jumping.

‘I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,’ he admits, and I smile. ‘Me too. You’ve changed,’ I say, and his smile slips a little. I feel guilty, and so I make up for it by saying, ‘you’ve grown into a dreamboat.’ A grin instantly appears on his face, and he puffs out his chest a little, coaxing a laugh from me. ‘But look at you, y/n. You were always a pretty little thing, but now… well, you got a classy chassis, alright, an’ your face ain’t half bad either,’ he says as offhandedly as possible, a little grin on his face, and I can practically see his new greaser image fighting down the sweet boy that I know is inside. What he says is a little… not offensive, but I know Irene wouldn’t be too impressed if she heard it, and yet I can’t help but feel a little flattered. ‘Thank you. I think,’ I giggle, fingers toying with the hem of my skirt nervously, and he leans back against the counter, eyes skimming over my figure. ‘It was a compliment, doll. This new uniform’s cute, too. Reminds me of that little dress you wore, our last night that summer,’ he says, smiling widely, and my heart warms at him remembering.

I know exactly the dress he means; it was yellow and white plaid, sleeveless, and the hem came to just above my knee. I remember feeling so grown up in such a short dress, but it’s nothing compared to the outfit I’m wearing now. My grandparents would be scandalised if they saw me in my strappy, yellow plaid top – revealing my arms, the majority of my chest and a little bit of midriff when I stretch – and my blue plaid skirt, swishing around my thighs, with lacy white ankle socks and a yellow plaid scrunchie on my wrist. All the other girls are in variations of the same outfit, colours switched around on their tops and bottoms, different shape tops, different length skirts. It’s a little risqué, but times are slowly changing, and Irene is a firm believer that people like us will help to change it.

‘I barely remember that night,’ I say shyly, and he raises an eyebrow, knowing I’m lying. ‘I could never forget,’ he says lowly, eyes locked with mine, and the memory appears in my head. I shared my first kiss with him that night and whilst the memory is one that I treasure, I’m surprised it means anything to him. He’s a greaser, and they have a reputation for… ‘humping and dumping’ as Seulgi so eloquently put it. ‘You were my first kiss,’ he says casually, and I smile shyly, a little surprised at hearing so. ‘I never would’ve guessed,’ I say softly, and he grins. ‘I haven’t been a… greaser forever, you know,’ he says frankly, and I laugh. ‘Well, you were my first kiss too,’ I admit, and he grins even wider. ‘I know, kitten,’ he replies, and I feel my face fall a little, his face falling too. ‘No, no, I don’t mean it like that. It wasn’t bad, or anything,’ he says hastily, and I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. ‘You were just so…’ he trails off, and I give him a pointed look, prompting him to continue. ‘Innocent. Practically jail bait. A cute little Quentin Quail. It’s hot when a girl’s like that. Hotter than easy girls,’ he says, and I nod, holding back a laugh, and trying to mask how embarrassed I am at the flattery.

‘Here’s your milkshake, y/n, and your fries,’ Mina says, suddenly interrupting mine and Hobi’s eye contact. ‘Hey, Mina,’ Hobi says with a flirty grin, and I try to stop my smile from faltering. ‘Hi Hobi.’ ‘Why’s the diner so quiet tonight? It’s like Nowheresville in here.’ ‘Everyone’s at the bar, watching the football.’ ‘Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. Well, anyway…’ ‘Yes, Hobi?’ Mina replies in a bored tone, and I suddenly like the girl. A lot. ‘Why don’t ya give Yoongi a chance? He’s real sweet on ya,’ Hobi says easily, and my heart warms when I realise that he’s trying to be a good friend. ‘And I told him already, I got a boyfriend,’ Mina says, and Hobi nods, impressed. ‘Yeah? What’s his name?’ ‘He goes by Bambam.’ ‘Still at school?’ ‘Na, he works at the garage ‘round the corner.’ ‘Good pay?’ ‘You writin’ a book or somethin? What’s with all the questions?’ ‘Just askin’. I wanna work there.’ ‘I’ll put in a word if you get Min over there to leave me be,’ Mina says, Hobi holding a hand out to her with a grin. ‘Deal,’ he says, Mina unable to keep a small smile off her face as she shakes his hand.

‘Come on, doll, let’s get back before Yeri’s fries go cold,’ Hobi says, his attention back on me as he hands me my milkshake, picking up the fries in one hand and snaking the other around my waist. A little thrill runs through my body at the feeling of his hand on me. He leads me back over to the table as I thank Mina over my shoulder. When we reach our booth, everyone’s staring at us, continuing to do so when Hobi puts Yeri’s fries down in front of her, slides into my seat and pulls me down onto his lap. My heart nearly pounds out of my chest.

‘You two look awful… close,’ Wendy says cautiously, and Hobi shrugs offhandedly. ‘We spent a whole summer together, ‘course we’re close.’ ‘Yeah, like two years ago.’ ‘So what?’ ‘Nothin’. Hobi.’ ‘Are ya laughin’ at my nickname?’ ‘No.’ ‘So, tell us more about this summer you two spent together,’ Taehyung says musingly, his elbow on the table and his chin resting on his hand. ‘Yeah, d’you get in her drawers?’ Jimin asks with a mischievous grin, and blood rushes to my cheeks from embarrassment. ‘Hey! Shut it, bozo, they were little kids,’ Seulgi exclaims, hitting him over the head, and he continues grinning, still looking at Hobi for an answer. ‘Mind your own beeswax,’ Hobi replies as his arms slide around my stomach. ‘Come on, let’s hear a little at least,’ Namjoon says softly, the others all nodding in agreement. ‘We wanna hear about your summer lovin’. Did you get friendly down in the sand?’ ‘D’you get far?’ ‘Did she put up a fight?’ Shut it, clods! Don’t ask questions like that, ‘specially not in front of her,’ Hobi exclaims, all of them exchanging grins. ‘Jeez, whatta grouch. You oughta tell us somethin’, since you didn’t even tell us about her after that summer,’ Jungkook says, leaning away from Hobi when the boy goes to hit him. ‘What are ya, the FBI? Lay off a little. There’s nothin’ to know. Like Seulgi said; we were little kids. Ain’t that right, kitten?’ Hobi says, and I nod in response to his question, butterflies in my stomach at being sat on his lap, having his arms around me, and having him speak to me like… like I’m his girl or something.

‘Well, whatever. I’m bored. Let’s cut out,’ Taehyung says, and I can see Joy deflate a little, my heart going out to her. ‘Na, let’s stick around a while,’ Jimin grins, eyes locked with Seulgi who grins right back. ‘Thought we were gonna hit the passion pit,’ Hobi says, Irene rolling her eyes. ‘The flick’s probably finished by now,’ Namjoon says, and Yoongi grins. ‘Let’s head down to Thunder Road,’ he says with a glint in his eyes, and the others exchange a glance before looking to Jin. ‘Na, my old lady said I gotta be home before midnight,’ Jungkook says, the others all mocking him. ‘Candy ass. Your old lady won’t say nothin’ if you’re late, let’s just go,’ Yoongi says, and Jin shakes his head. ‘Ice it. We get in enough trouble, let’s not go lookin’ for it,’ he says, surprisingly wisely, and the other boys respect his words, nodding.

‘We makin’ tracks or what? I really gotta get home or my old lady’ll crown me,’ Jungkook says, Yeri practically melting at his words – obviously she’s got a soft spot for a momma’s boy. ‘Yeah, let’s split. You dollies hangin’ ‘round here, or ya wanna come with?’ Jin asks, and the girls all look to Irene. ‘Where ya goin’? We ain’t comin’ if you’re goin’ to Thunder Road,’ Irene says, and I’m still unaware of what exactly Thunder Road is. ‘Na, we’re gonna drop the kid off an’ then… head to the bar,’ Jin says, the other boys cheering at his words. They all start to get up from their seats, and I feel Hobi fidgeting a little beneath me. I get out of the booth, and he gives me a smile before sliding out himself, and I take the empty seat. Irene looks around at us all before answering, ‘I think we’re gonna head home.’ ‘Any of ya need a ride?’ Jin offers, and Irene shakes her head. ‘I’m drivin’ Yeri and y/n home, and Seulgi’s old man said he’ll pick her, Joy and Wendy up on his way from work,’ Irene says, Jin nodding. Whilst he seemed a little immature at first, it’s obvious he’s a lot more grown up and responsible than the others.

‘Well. We’ll see you dollies at school on Monday then,’ Jin says, the other boys giving various goodbyes. Tae squeezes Joy’s thigh, the girl jumping a little in her seat as he grins, Jimin blowing Seulgi a kiss as he heads towards the door and she giggles, pretending to catch it and tuck it into her top. Namjoon gives Wendy a wink and she rolls her eyes, unable to hold back the grin on her face, as Jin exchanges a little glance with Irene and Jungkook presses a kiss to Yeri’s hand with a smirk, Yeri giggling as a blush colours her cheeks. ‘See ya Monday, y/n,’ Hobi says with a grin, and I smile back. ‘Bye, Hobi,’ I reply, the boys leaving moments later.

The diner seems eerily quiet now that they’re gone, and all of the girls look at me. ‘You and Jung Hoseok, huh? Who woulda thought?’ Joy says, looking at me with both curiosity and amusement in her eyes. ‘You’re so good, and sweet, y/n. I never woulda guessed you had the hots for him,’ Wendy says, and the true words are unspoken. So I say them. ‘And you never would’ve guessed he had the hots for me?’ I say plainly, Wendy looking a little guilty. ‘It sounds bad when you say it like that. I mean… the greasers, they flirt with us and all, but they’d choose an easy girl over us any day. And you’re not easy. You’re so innocent and soft, and I’m just surprised Hoseok would like someone like that,’ Wendy explains herself, and it makes perfect sense. ‘He wasn’t the same back then. He was… really nice, and gentle,’ I say, the girls exchanging a glance. ‘y/n, he’s been in that gang since he was, like, 14, ‘cause his big sister dates one of the older boys in the gang. Meanin’ he was a greaser back then too. Maybe… he dropped the act with you, though,’ Irene says, though she sounds sceptical. ‘Yeah. Maybe,’ I say, questioning our summer together in my head.

‘Speak of the devil,’ Wendy says gently, just before Hobi reappears beside me. ‘Hey, doll. I was wonderin’ if ya wanna do somethin’ with me? Maybe next Friday, after school?’ he asks, rubbing the back of his neck, and he looks almost nervous. My stomach turns with butterflies, and it’s only when Yeri nudges me that I remember I need to answer. ‘That… sounds real nice, but the pep rally’s next Friday. Maybe another day?’ I ask, and he nods, looking down at the floor, a little disheartened. ‘I can do something on the weekend after the pep rally?’ I offer, and he looks back up hopefully. ‘Yeah. Yeah, the weekend sounds good. You wanna… go to the passion pit? They’re showin’ Sunset Boulevard,’ he suggests, and I nod with a small smile. ‘I… I’d really like that, Hobi,’ I reply, and he smiles, real wide, his eyes practically shining. ‘I’ll pick you up. It’d be nice to see your parents again.’ ‘Yeah, that would be nice. They’d like to see you too.’ ‘Yeah. Neat. We’ll talk about it at school, but I gotta go. The boys are waitin’ for me,’ he says, and I nod, smiling. ‘Bye, Hobi,’ I say softly, and he grins back at me. ‘See ya, y/n,’ he says, taking a sip of my milkshake and laughing when I swat at him, before jogging towards the door.

I sigh happily, looking around at the girls, who all look back at me amusedly. ‘Oh, she’s a goner,’ Yeri says gently, and I laugh, rolling my eyes. ‘So is he, by the looks of it,’ Joy says, and Irene raises an eyebrow. ‘I’m not so sure. You know why people go to the passion pit,’ Irene says, and I look blankly at her. ‘Why?’ ‘To have the movie as background noise for… backseat bingo,’ she says quietly, and I feel my happiness deflate a little. I’ve met the first (and only) boy I loved again after a couple years, and I’m finding out he’s a horndog. ‘But maybe he just wants to watch the flick. I heard Sunset Boulevard’s real good,’ Seulgi says encouragingly, obviously trying to cheer me up, and I nod, though Irene’s words still ring in my ears. ‘I could be worryin’ for nothin’, y/n, don’t get sad about it. I just wanna look out for ya, that’s all,’ Irene says, and I smile at her, feeling gratitude for her being so kind this soon into our friendship. ‘Thanks, Irene. Don’t worry, I won’t let him… get into my drawers,’ I joke, repeating Jimin’s earlier words, and the girls all burst out laughing. ‘I sure hope not ‘cause my momma’s goin’ to watch Sunset Boulevard next weekend,’ Joy says between laughs, coaxing more laughter from us. I meet Irene’s eyes, and she gives me a gentle smile before mouthing, ‘be careful.’ ‘Don’t worry,’ I mouth back with a smile, ‘I will.’

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[ao3feed-minjoon]

by chaoticism

It wasn’t until Yoongi started to button his shirt back up that Taehyung made an attempt to look him in the eyes, realizing that he hadn’t asked the most important question there was:

    “What’s the job?”

  The ravenhead froze and Taehyung tensed. This wasn’t going to be good and they both knew it.

  “We’re breaking into the Ice Court.”

  Taehyung stood there, staring at Min Yoongi and wondered how someone so methodical, and logical, and quick-witted, and realistic could be such a fucking idiot. The Ice Court, he huffed as the thought entered his mind. The impenetrable and armored Ice Court. Yoongi wanted a boat load of criminals to break into a prison willingly with their odds leaning much more towards them getting caught than anything else.

    or the soc au that no one asked for

Words: 6378, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Namjoon | RM, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Original Characters, Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups, Son Seungwan | Wendy, Kim Jongin | Kai

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Six of Crows Fusion, Gangsters, Knives, Guns, Past Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, Angst, Lots of Angst, mostly angst, light fluff, Supernatural Elements, this is heavily based on soc but its also... not, Explicit Language, Implied Sexual Content, Jeon Jungkook is Whipped, Min Yoongi | Suga Is Whipped, who's surprised, Denial of Feelings, Kim Taehyung | V & Park Jimin Are Best Friends, Drinking, Cigarettes, Sex Club, Gambling, Sex workers, this is gonna be a long one

#ao3feed #fanfic #minjoon #nammin

[sweetestofchaos]

Hi!! Missing Jin hours are open so I humbly ask for a fluffy Jin x reader drabble using:

Prompt List One: “Can I take a picture of you?”

Prompt List Two: Hugs #22 hugging and jumping up and down together

I hope you enjoy this and thank you so much for sending in this request! It's been a while since I wrote drabbles, so I enjoyed this.

seokjin thought of the best surprise ever!

p. seokjin x reader

r. teen

wc. 485

w. fluff, seokjin is down bad for his love

Seokjin watches you from his spot outside, standing by the window of the bookstore you work at. You are sitting with a large group of children, reading a book out loud and creating different voices for every character. You are in your element and Seokjin is in awe. He hasn’t seen you like this for sometime, he makes it his goal in life to not cause any issues for you. His schedule ended early, so he thought he would surprise you at work and sweep you off your feet. It has been a little over four months since the two of you have seen each other in person.

Seokjin smiles as he looks at the children’s faces. They are hooked and under a spell as you read. He wonders what book you are reading, from his place outside he cannot tell. He decides that maybe he should get a better look. Making sure that his mask is on his face correctly, he heads into the bookstore and makes his way over to the group of parents that are standing around. Some are recording and others are snapping photos of their children. 

Storytime soon ends and Seokjin tries to blend in, as children rush to their parents. You start to clean up your books with a tender smile on your face as you do so. You have always loved books and their magical words. A shadow falls over you as you place the small stack of books on a counter and you turn with a smile on your face.

“Can I-” 

Your eyes widen at the sight of the man standing before you. You know those brown eyes anywhere. You throw yourself into Seokjin’s arms and he hugs you tightly.

“Surprise!” He laughs, his voice playful as you start to vibrate in his arms.

Your laughter is wet as you jump up and down, Seokjin joining in on your antics which makes the people around you laugh. This is your way to keep yourself from crying, Seokjin has witnessed it many times. If you laugh, you can’t cry. You pull away, a large smile on your face and your eyes a little wet. You look beautiful and Seokjin says as much out loud. He can feel the way your body hums with love as you look at him and he cups your face in his hands.

You giggle and push his face away as he comes close, “You’re wearing a mask silly.”

Seokjin grins behind his mask and bops your nose before he lets you go. 

“Can I take a picture of you?”

Heat attacks your face at Seokjin’s seemingly random request but you allow it. Teasingly remind him that his two folders of you in his phone have more than enough photos of you.

“Nonsense!” Seokjin rolls his eyes, slightly offended as he holds up his phone. “There is never enough of you. Never, ever.”

#seokjin fic #seokjin fluff #drabble request #soc seokjin #fic: never ever #divider by benkeibear

[sweetestofchaos]

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𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 @jjksblackgf​ 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝖺! 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅!

She stood there frozen, staring at her reflection in the floor length mirror of the dressing room. This was her? Really? The black dress clung to her chest and hugged her body gently before it flowed around her wide hips and exposed her thigh with a single slit on the side. She wanted to look away, but something deep inside of her ignored the command. A small smile pulled at her lips, and she quickly shook her head, no. What was she thinking? She couldn’t wear this, right? She liked this dress, but it wasn’t made for someone like her. She sighed deeply as her eyes started to burn, such a beautiful dress, but not on her.

She could see everything, the dress did very little to hide what she hated most. The stretch marks on her upper arms and shoulders were on display. More stretch marks could be seen on her thighs that jiggled with each small step she took. She was worried, what if they didn’t like it? What if they thought she looked ugly?

“Yah! Y/N are you almost done in there? Do you need help?” Seokjin’s voice made her jump and she backed farther away from the dressing room door. She shook her head; she could do this...she didn’t want to. “Y/N?” Seokjin stood outside of the dressing room door and placed his hand on the surface.

“Listen to me sweet girl...” Seokjin felt Y/N’s worry rolling off her in waves and he sighed. “You don’t have to show us if you don’t want to but know that Yoongi and I are right here. Okay? You never have to worry about us judging you. You are the most beautiful woman in our eyes, and we are lucky to be able to call you ours.” Seokjin rested his forehead against the door with a light thump. “Take all the time you need, my sweet girl. We’ll be right here.”

Seokjin turned away from the door and jumped when he saw Yoongi standing right behind him with a frown on his face. Seokjin opened his mouth and quickly closed it when Yoongi pushed past him, banging his fist on the door. Y/N stared at the door with wide eyes, “Open this door, darling. Now.” Yoongi’s voice held no room for argument and slowly Y/N walked over to the door. Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his foot, “I’m waiting.”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Y/N unlocked the door and pulled it open just enough to show her face while she hid her body behind the rest of the door. Yoongi raised an eyebrow and clicked his tongue. Y/N couldn’t meet his eyes, she knew he would be disappointed in her, so she stared at the floor. Yoongi’s jaw clenched and he took a deep breath in through his nose, he knew better than to speak to Y/N while he was angry. Counting to ten in his head, Yoongi cleared his throat, “Either you come out or we come in.” Y/N’s head snapped up at Yoongi’s words, her eyes wide as she stared at Yoongi in shock.

Seokjin clasped Yoongi on his shoulder and tried to pull him away, “Yoongi, we’re not gonna for-”

“She’s hiding herself, Hyung. You don’t hide from us, remember?” The question hung in the air and Y/N chewed on her lower lip. Yoongi was right, she was hiding and that was a huge slap in the face to both Yoongi and Seokjin. “In or out?” Yoongi questioned and Y/N stepped back, leaving enough room for both Yoongi and Seokjin to enter the dressing room. Seokjin sighed but followed in after Yoongi making sure to shut and lock the door behind himself.

In the dressing room, Y/N shifted her weight from foot to foot, looking no higher than Yoongi’s shoulders as the man walked right up to her. Yoongi stared down at Y/N and licked his lips. Damn, the black dress looked even more amazing on her than he first imagined. Reaching out, Yoongi pinched Y/N’s chin between his thumb and index finger, gently tilting her head up so that she was looking into his eyes. “No more hiding, darling.” Yoongi leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Y/N’s plump lips. Y/N jumped at the sudden feeling of hands on her hips and she shivered, feeling Seokjin’s lips ghost over the skin on her neck.

“Such a pretty dress, showing so much skin.” Seokjin’s lips littered a trail of wet open mouthed kissed down the length of Y/N’s neck to her shoulder. “So, so much skin.” Seokjin’s voice was husky and low as he placed his hands on Y/N’s waist and squeezed tightly. Yoongi bites Y/N’s lower lip and fights back a smirk hearing her low moan float into the air.

Soothing the flesh with his tongue, Yoongi cups Y/n’s face in his hands and pulls away with a string of saliva still connecting their lips. “What’s wrong darling?” Yoongi stared into Y/N’s eyes and raised an eyebrow, his thumb stroking the apples of her cheeks. Seokjin rested his chin on Y/N’s shoulder and let his hands wander to the front of Y/N’s dress. He hummed to himself, pleased to find that what he thought was a simple slit was so much more. Y/N’s eyes flutter closed as the tips of Seokjin’s finger trace random shapes on the apex of her thighs. Yoongi sighs and presses his lips back to Y/N’s firmly, “You like Jinnie’s touch, darling?” Y/N nods her head and Seokjin chuckles while Yoongi trails one of his hands slowly down the front of Y/N’s dress before he cups her core, making Y/N’s body shiver as he strokes his ring finger over her covered entrance.

Yoongi nips at Y/N’s bottom lip and smirks, “Why are you wet darling? Thinking about what we might do to you for breaking a rule?” Yoongi pulls his hand back and Y/N closes her legs trying to trap his hand between her thighs.

Seokjin shakes his head and kisses Y/N’s shoulder, “Such pretty sounds you make for us. My sweet girl…” Seokjin lifts his hand and Y/N yelps at the sudden slap of her ass, “Against the wall.” All playfulness is gone from Seokjin’s voice as he rubs the offended cheek. “Ten smacks, five on each side. That is my punishment for you, Y/N.” Yoongi and Seokjin both step away from Y/N and she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. She looks at Seokjin and he crosses his arms over his chest, “Do you feel this punishment is unfair?”

Y/N shakes her head, sending her brown and black ombre twists flying around her face, “I-I don’t want to stand…” Y/N shifts her weight on her feet and Seokjin looks at her. The way she’s fiddling with her fingers and avoiding eye contact. Seokjin takes a seat on the bench in the dressing room and pats his thighs. Y/N’s face flushes though no one can see it and she doesn’t move.

“You’re having doubts about your weight,” Yoongi’s voice is soft and firm as he grabs Y/N’s wrist and pulls her gently towards Seokjin. “Darling, I want to see you over Hyung’s lap with your ass on display. There is nothing we can’t do to you, darling.” Yoongi gives Y/N a reassuring kiss to her lips and squeezes her hand lightly as he moves away. Y/N chews on her bottom lip and stares at Seokjin’s legs. She has never laid across Seokjin’s lap and she’s worried that she’ll hurt him.

Seeing the hesitation on Y/N’s face, Seokjin rubs his thighs, “Come on sweet girl. Have I ever let you fall?” Seokjin questions already knowing the answer. Y/N takes a deep breath and walks up to Seokjin making him smile softly. “Good girl, such a good girl for us.” Holding up his hand, Seokjin helps Y/N lower herself over his lap and he slides his feet apart slightly to better even out the weight. Lifting the hem of the dress, Seokjin pushes it out of the way, and he groans seeing the bright pink lace panties that Y/N has on. “On or off?” Seokjin directs his question to Yoongi and Yoongi licks his lips making Seokjin roll his eyes. Wordlessly, Seokjin removes Y/N’s panties, and he bites the inside of his cheek as he feels the wetness around the center. Seokjin tosses the panties to Yoongi, who shoves him into his back pocket and licks his lips. “Ten count. If you fail to count correctly, I will start again.” Seokjin smooths his large palm over Y/N’s ass and Yoongi bites back a groan, he loves that neither of their hands can hold all that ass. “Ready?”

Smack…Smack…Smack…

One after another, Seokjin delivers each smack, a total of ten that has Y/N’s mind reeling as tears gather at her eyes. The smacks weren’t painful if anything they made Y/N feel bad for being disgusted by herself. Here she has two wonderful men that love her just the way she is, and she can’t even do the same…

“Hyung?” Yoongi’s voice is strained as he stares at Y/N’s bare ass. There is a clear substance between her thighs that is glistening and it’s making Yoongi’s mouth water. Seokjin bites his lower lip and nods his head lightly at Yoongi, giving him permission to take control for the time being. Standing behind Y/N, Yoongi grabs a handful of her ass and Y/N whines from the sensitivity making Yoongi hiss as he grabs her other ass cheek and spreads them apart. “Damn…look at the mess you made darling. Such a pretty sight, I think Hyung will need to buy a new pair of pants.”

“I’m s-sorry,” Y/N whispers and Yoongi smiles before he drops to his knees.

“Don’t apologize, darling. Jin hyung doesn’t mind.” Leaning in, Yoongi pokes out his tongue and licks a single strip from Y/N’s opening to her puckered hole. Y/N moans and Seokjin is quick to place a hand on the back of her neck to hold her in place. Yoongi groans at the taste and dives right in, his tongue swiping up and down as he cleans up the mess Seokjin’s spanking created. Breathy moans and the sound of Yoongi slurping fills the air and Seokjin tilts his head back, relishing in the weight of Y/N’s body pressed against his rapidly stiffing dick. Yoongi’s nose presses Y/N’s ass the more into it he gets, and Y/N is coming on his tongue quickly. Yoongi swallows down every drop and pulls away with a satisfied sigh like he just got done drinking the coolest of water.

Y/N’s body shakes in Seokjin’s lap and Seokjin helps her sit up. She slides off his lap and sits in Yoongi’s lap while resting her head on Seokjin’s thigh. Seokjin places his hand on top of Y/N’s head and pats her hair while he looks down at her with a smile on his face. “You’re going to wear this dress out. Yoongi will take you home, okay?” Seokjin watches as Yoongi looks away from Y/N confused. “I have a few more things that I need to buy, but I want the two of you in my bed and ready for me when I get home.”

Yoongi smacks his lips together and grins, “Yes, Hyung.” Yoongi pulls Y/N up and moves her head so that it’s resting on his shoulder, “You go first. Looks like our baby isn’t ready to leave just yet.” Yoongi’s gummy smile is teasing and Y/N whines as she tries to get out of Yoongi’s hold. “No, no, darling.” Yoongi kisses Y/N’s lips as he says, “Collect your strength first and then we can go home.”

“Yoongi,” Y/N whines and Yoongi cups her face with one hand.

“What’s wrong darling?” Y/N stares up at Yoongi and pouts. “Oh, baby.” Yoongi coos and rubs his nose against Y/N’s before he gives her a firm kiss, nibbling on her lower lip. “How about a nice hot bath when we get home? Good girls deserve nice things, right?” Yoongi bops Y/N’s nose with his finger and Y/N scrunches up her face while Seokjin kisses the top of her head.

“Don’t stay here for too much longer. I’ll pay on my way out.”

#yoonjin #min yoongixblack!reader #kim seokjin x black!reader #bts x black reader #kpop ambw #black reader #plus size black reader #bts smut #tw weight #tw poor body image #soc seokjin #soc yoongi #don't hide

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What we could've been what we should've been If I wasn't, if I wasn't with somebody

𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 - 𝚑.𝚎.𝚛

#seokjin #seokjin moodboard #black and silver moodboard #bts moodboard #divider by plutism #soc seokjin

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Seokjin Masterlist

Story Key

Fluff 🎀 Angst 💔 Slice of Life 😊

NonHuman 🦄 Smut 🔞Dark 🚬 Hiatus 🛑

Writing ✍🏽 Complete 👍🏽 Mini Series 🤏🏽

BTS Masterlist

Hard Hours: Different 🔞 requests: thigh riding, brat taming

Never, Ever - Seokjin thought of the best surprise🎀😊

Gif Fic 1 🎀💔

Gif Fic 2 😊

Butterflies - Y/N is an American music artist and Seokjin takes a liking to her 🎀😊🛑

Capture The Heart: When Seokjin’s fuckboy ways come back to bite him in the ass, Jaya is there to save him by a stroke of luck. 🎀💔✍🏽(coming soon)

The Captain’s Vow ft. Kim Seokjin - When tragedy strikes due to the betrayal of the Royals, Capitan Seokjin switches sides to avenge those he has lost. (coming soon) 🎀💔🦄✍🏽

Don’t Hide ft. Yoongi: Y/N isn’t feeling the best about her body and her boyfriends step in to remind her that she’s beautiful🔞

↳ Look At You ft Yoongi: Y/N is feeling herself and that makes her boyfriends go dumb and horny 🔞

Can’t Stop Loving You: Distance makes the heart grow fonder🔞💔(happy ending)

Damn Jeans: Y/n asked Seokjin to help her pick choose an outfit for her night out and it didn’t work out. 🎀😊(Suggestive)

#soc seokjin #kim seokjin #bts seokjin #seokjin fics

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Y/N is an American music artist and things get serious with Seokjin ♫ Part 9 ♫ 2k

SFW // Interracial Relationship // Strangers to Lovers // Cursing // Heavy Kissing // Suggestive Actions // Ass Grabbing // Grinding // Alcohol // SOL // Fluff // Part 8 // Part 10​​​​

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​ᴳⁱᶠ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵒʷⁿᵉʳ‧ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵒⁿ ᴾⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

a/n: Bolded text means that Y/N is speaking Korean and butterfly divider made by @benkeibear​

Y/N and Taehyung are currently trending on Twitter thanks to Yoongi finally uploading the two of them singing along to Nive’s Like A Fool. Army and Steller alike are asking for a collab between the two while others are begging for Summer Gravity to do songs with each member of BTS. Y/N thinks it’s sweet and to add more fuel to the fire, she uploads a few of her pictures from her outing with Yoongi, Namjoon, and Seokjin the day after on Instagram. She laughs to herself while she jogs on a treadmill, watching as Twitter goes insane. Y/N’s phone vibrates and lights up with a picture of Seokjin and herself wearing matching hoodies on the screen. Tapping the green call button, Y/N answers the phone with a smile on her face.

“You’re on break early.”

“I had to use the bathroom and thought I would check in on you.”

“You thought of me while taking a-”

“Yah!” Seokjin quickly interrupts Y/N, and she laughs knowing that Seokjin’s ears are bright red.

“How’s practice going?” Y/N giggles as she slowly brings herself to a slow stop on the treadmill.

“They’ve changed up the choreo a little to one of the songs, but it’s okay. I just want to take a nap.”

“That old age is catching up to you huh?”

“Who says I’m old?” Y/N laughs and steps down from the treadmill, grabbing her water bottle before she heads over to the weight machines. “Anyway, did you want to join us for lunch today?”

“What time are you taking a break? I have a nail appointment at twelve.”

“I think they wanted to break around one thirty…maybe two.”

“I don’t think I make it in time, and I don’t want the guys to wait on me. I know how hard you all work.”

“Awe,” Seokjin’s voice is pouty and Y/N smiles. “I wanted to show off a little bit.”

“There will be another time for you to show off, Jinie.”

“I guess,” Seokjin sighs and clears his throat, “they are calling me back in. I’ll call you on another break, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Yeah, I…yeah talk soon.” Seokjin quickly hangs up and Y/N chews on her lower lip. Was Seokjin going to say he loves her? Y/N’s heart flutters at the thought but she quickly pushes the feelings down. Now is not the time to get distracted. She needs to focus on her gains and right now, those weights are calling her name.

A week has gone by, and Y/N has hardly had the chance to see Seokjin since he’s been so busy with his schedule. Tonight, Seokjin is coming over to spend the night since he has tomorrow off, and Y/N has butterflies in her stomach. She’s missed Seokjin and tonight she thought it would be nice to have a date night indoors. Y/N has set up her living room with candle lights, a large blanket neatly thrown on the floor and tons of pillows too. She knew that Seokjin had a rough day, so she ordered sushi, Korean beef, and a slew of sides from one of the places near her. She even stopped at the store to buy whine and a few snacks. In the bedroom upstairs, her bed is set up to host a mini movie night with popcorn, candies, and more whine. Small electric tealight candles frame the floor around her bed to create a soft romantic glow.

Honestly, Y/N is extremely nervus, she’s never done this much for her last two relationships…she didn’t feel what she feels for Seokjin with the others. Looking down at her outfit, Y/N chews on her bottom lip. It’s nothing fancy, she knows that Seokjin will be dressed down since he ended his day with dance practice. Dressed in a black crop top and black flowy pants, Y/N thinks she looks okay. Her bright orange toes peek out each time she walks, and it makes her smile at the random burst of color. Triple checking everything, Y/N glances down at her phone when it chimes. Reading over the text from Seokjin, Y/N smiles. Even though he’s tired, he still wants to know if Y/N needs anything from the store while he’s out.

Letting Seokjin know that she doesn’t need anything, Y/N asks how far out Seokjin is and her eyes widen. He’s ten minutes out! Shoving her phone into her pocket, Y/N starts to set up the food in the living room, making sure everything looks perfect. Smoothing a hand down her black and pale yellow ombre body weave, Y/N jumps when there’s a knock at her door. Taking one last quick look around, Y/N shuffles over to the door and looks through the peep hole just to be sure that it’s Seokjin. Seeing nothing but a black shirt, Y/n rolls her eyes, Seokjin always stands too close to the door. Laughing to herself, Y/n unlocks the front door and opens it with a smile on her face.

“Hey, angel.” Seokjin easily sweeps Y/N off her feet and steps into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind himself. “I’ve missed you.” Seokjin mummers before he presses his lips against Y/n’s. Y/N sighs into the kiss and Seokjin presses her against the wall, deepening the kiss as his hands squeeze her hips. “You smell nice.” Seokjin trails a wet path down the side of Y/N’s neck, nipping at the flesh teasingly as he inhales deeply. “You change your perfume, I like it.”

Y/N threads her fingers through Seokjin’s hair and tugs his face away from her neck. “It’s not a scent I wear very often. Only on special occasions.” Y/n admits and Seokjin’s brows furrow. Special occasion? Seokjin’s palms start to sweat, and Y/N is quick to stop his downwards spiral into despair. “You didn’t forget anything,” Y/N is quick to reassure Seokjin as she stares into his dark eyes. She smiles softly, shyly as she lets her hands fall to Seokjin’s shoulders. “Being with you is the special occasion.”

Seokjin’s ears turn bright red, and his neck gets splotchy as Y/n’s words echo in his mind. “When did you get so smooth, hum?” Seokjin teases softly and Y/N shrugs her shoulders making Seokjin laugh.

“Come on, before the food gets cold…or room temp.”

Seokjin steps away from Y/N and allows her to lead him to the living room. Seeing the set up on the floor, Seokjin grins and wraps his arms around Y/N’s waist, pulling her tightly into his chest. Resting his chin on her shoulder, Seokjin kisses her cheek. “If I didn’t know any better I would you were trying to get in my pants.”

“Boy, shut up!” Y/N laugh and wiggles out of Seokjin’s hold. “Come sit and eat. I know you’re hungry.” Seokjin sits across from Y/N on the floor and looks at all the yummy food. “Dig in.” Seokjin grabs a set of chop sticks and picks up a slice of gimpa. He pops the whole thing in his mouth and moans making Y/N smile as she eats a piece of sushi.

“This is really good.”

"Right! I finally found a place that isn’t ass.”

The two eat together and joke around, sharing stories from their day and catching up on little things that they missed through the week. Seokjin complains about his shoulders being sore from having to dance so much and Y/N knows that he’s just being dramatic, which she doesn’t mind. Gathering up the leftover food, Seokjin and Y/N put everything away while choosing to leave the dishes in the sink to soak until tomorrow. As Y/N heads up to her room, Seokjin doubles checks that the front door is locked before he heads up.

Seokjin freezes in the doorway when he sees the tealights on the floor surrounding the bed. He raises an eyebrow at Y/N who is standing at the foot of the bed with two flutes of wine in her hands. “Are you trying to get me drunk, angel?”

Shaking her head, Y/N holds a glass out towards Seokjin, and he walks into the room smirking. “You’ve really pulled out all the stops tonight, huh?” Seokjin takes the glass from Y/N before he wraps his free hand around her waist, pulling her close. “A toast.”

“For?” Y/N licks her lips and it’s a motion that Seokjin doesn’t miss.

“To the wonderful night that you have given me and to the many more that are to come.” Seokjin tangles their arm together and smiles down at Y/N. “Naega kkumkkudeon yeojayeyo.” Seokjin winks and Y/N can feel the blood on her face burn.

Clearing her throat, Y/N thinks over the phrase that she’s been practicing all day. As much as she can understand Korean, she isn’t the best at speaking it. Taking a breath, Y/N clears her throat once again, “I’m crazy about you.” Her voice is soft and clear as she speaks slowly, and Seokjin’s knees nearly give out. “I’m yours.” Their relationship has been a mix of English and Korean. Most of the time, Seokjin will speak in Korean, and Y/N will respond in broken Korean. Hearing her speak so smoothly in his native tongue is doing things that Seokjin didn’t think would ever happen.

“Forget about the wine.” Seokjin is quick to set the glasses on the dresser and he pulls Y/N into his arms. Leaning down, Seokjin crashes his lips into hers, the kiss is wild and needy. Passionate and burning as Seokjin walks Y/N back to the bed, his knees hitting the edge of the mattress. Placing his hands on Y/N’s waist, Seokjin sits down and pulls Y/N into his lap, her legs on either side of him. “Say it again,” Seokjin whispers softly against Y/N’s lips.

“I’m crazy about you.”

Seokjin groans and slides his hands to Y/N’s ass squeezing tightly as he sucks her bottom lip into his mouth. “Again.” Seokjin releases Y/N’s lip and trails his mouth down the side of her neck. Y/N inhales a shaky breath as she holds onto Seokjin’s shoulders tightly. She mind is a jumble of so many thoughts and feelings. Her body is alive, every nerve ending screaming for Seokjin’s touch. “Again…please.” Seokjin’s voice is rough as he begs, and Y/N is more than willing to give him anything that he asks for.

“I’m yours…Jinnie.”

Y/N pulls Seokjin’s face away from her neck and stares into his eyes that are wide, his pupils nearly double in size. She can feel how hard he has become underneath her, and she would be lying if she said it didn’t turn her on. Seokjin’s slides a hand up Y/N’s back and grips the back of her neck lightly while his other hand kneads the plumpness of her ass. Seokjin pulls her in and rest his forehead against Y/N’s.

“I want you, Y/N…I want you so fucking badly.” Y/N’s lip’s part and Seokjin shakes his head. “No. Not tonight. W-we’ve been drinking a-and-” Seokjin groans when Y/N starts shift slightly in his lap and he quickly holds her down. “Stop.” Seokjin warns and Y/N whines a pout making her bottom lip so very tempting. Flicking his tongue out, Seokjin trances Y/N’s bottom lip and Y/N sighs into the messy kiss. Seokjin forces himself to pull away and closes his eyes, “Get in bed and pick a movie.” Seokjin’s words are strand and he pecks Y/N’s lips two more times before he removes her from his lap and sets her on the bed. “I’ll be back shortly.” Seokjin hurries out the room jogs down the steps, nearly sprinting to the ensuite to take care of the issue between his legs.

Upstairs, Y/N ignores the heavy feeling in her heart. She knows that Seokjin is right, the two of them had had a lot to drink and their first time together should be while sober, but it still hurts. Picking herself up from the bed, Y/N starts to turn off the tealights and set them all on the nightstand. She looks at the wine and frowns. No more drinking for the night. Clearing off the bed, Y/N sets the basket of treats on the floor and crawls under the sheets. She scrolls through Netflix to find something to watch and settles on BBC’s Merlin, a show that she has watched more than a dozen times. It’s her comfort show, and she knows that it will be something that Seokjin can get into…whenever he comes to bed.

#butterflies #soc seokjin #kpop ambw #seokjin fluff #seokjin x black!reader #bts fluff #r&b singer!reader #kim seokjin fic

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HARD HOURS?

......

SEOKJIN THIGH RIDING!!!!!!!!

PLEASE!!!!

Oh 👀 well if I must 😏…smut below the cut!

Established Relationship, Role Play Strangers to Lovers, Jealous!Seokjin, Pet Names, Thigh Slapping, Thigh Riding…I think that’s it.

The moment Seokjin saw you in the club he knew you would be going home with him tonight. That tight little taupe dress wasn’t doing anything to hide your curves and Seokjin wanted you…but he was a patient man. That is until he saw you grinding your ass against some random stranger on the dance floor.

You didn’t even see him coming and when he grabbed you by the wrist you knew it was too late. He pulled you to the bathroom and locked the door behind himself. With his hand wrapped around your throat he glared down at you, “So that’s how you want to play, petal? Hum?” He smirked and ran his free hand down your front, waiting no time to cup your pussy with his hand.

He tsked when your wetness touched his palm, “Such a needy little girl…just grinding against anything to get off.”

You knew better than to talk back and just stared at Seokjin with wide eyes, trying to play the innocent card. He scoffed and pulled your panties down, quickly shoving them into his back pocket.

He pulled you into a heated kiss, your teeth clashing as he bite your bottom lip harshly making you whine into his mouth. He chuckled and shoved his thigh between your legs, the sudden friction of his jeans making you buck your hips, “Mmm, so fucking needy.” Seokjin teased and you nodded your head, casing his lips as he pulled away. “Grind on my thigh right now. A needy little thing like you doesn’t deserve my cock.”

You opened your mouth to protest and Seokjin slapped your exposed thigh making you flinch, “Don’t make me repeat myself, petal.”

#soc hard hours #soc answers #soc asks #soc seokjin #bts smut #seokjin smut #bts #thigh kink

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Capture the Heart ▹ K.SJ

📸Paring: Fuck Boy!Seokjin x Photography Major!OC Genre/Trope: Fluff, College AU, Friends to Lovers 📸Warnings: Cursing, Alcohol, Making Out, Suggestive Scenes. More warnings in each chapter  Rating: 18+ 📸Summary: When Seokjin’s fuckboy ways come back to bite him in the ass, Jaya is there to save him by a stroke of luck. In doing so, the two form an unlikely friendship that has everyone scratching their heads. It isn’t until Jaya’s in need of help with a project that their new friendship is put to the test. Will Seokjin step up and repay Jaya’s kindness or will he leave the young woman high and dry?

A/N: Masterlist banner made by the wonderful and talented @itaeewon. Also even though this is rated 18+, there will not be extremally detailed smut​​. This is meant to be soft and light hearted with a side of steamy goodness.

👀The Run In 🫱🏻‍🫲🏽An Unlikely Friendship 💓Some Kind of Favor

#capture the heart #soc seokjin #cth masterlist #seokjin x reader #seokjin x black!reader #bts ambw #seokjin fluff #seokjin smut #bts college au

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The Captain’s Vow Masterlist

➳ Series Info

☠ paring: Captain!Seokjin x OC!Enya | Captain!Seokjin x OC!Amaryllis (w/ a side of Bangtan x oc’s)

☠ genre/au/rating: M (18+), Fluff, Angst, Pirate Au, Strangers to Lovers, Fantasy Au, Soulmate Au (if you squint)

☠ summary: When events take an unexpected turn, Captain Seokjin and the remaining members of his crew from the renowned Abyss seek refuge on an isolated island home to ex-pirates. The young captain has a change of heart there and makes his way back to his native country to hang up his uniform. The royals are furious with Seokjin's decision and condemn him and his crew to death, along with the islanders. Seokjin attempts to escape death with the aid of a young servant before setting out to save the islanders, but it is too late. Seokjin makes a pact with someone who most people would believe to be a devil there on the island, and he swears to exact retribution.

☠ warnings: More in depth included in each chapter - not a lighthearted story. Dead Dove (do not eat). Non-Con, Murder, Blood, Unprotected Sex, Protected Sex (using magic), Violence, Physical/Mental Abuse, Major Character Death(s), Warfare 

☠ cwc: 0

☠ other: I understand that I have a million story ideas just sitting around collecting dust...but Seokjin, the mother fucking Kim Seokjin has me in a headlock that I cannot get out of even if I wanted to (which I don’t). His photobook is going to be a masterpiece and because of that, this story has come about. Let me get my shit together and enjoy the ride! As always thank you to the wonderful @eerieedits​ for creating the stunning banner above. Y’all don’t know how much this brilliant woman has helped me on most of my stories. She brings out my ideas in visual form and it just makes me wanna do better. So, thank you again, hun for the banner. I love it!

➳ Index

☠  teaser - reading map and charting course...

➳ Extras

☠ drabbles/one-shots

☠ moodboards I II

☠ Glossary

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[sweetestofchaos]

♫ 𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 ♫ Y/N is an American music artist and she likes the outdoors ♫ Part 8 ♫ 2.8k

SFW // Interracial Relationship // Strangers to Lovers // Cursing // Kissing // A Wild Namgi Appears // SOL // Fluff // Part 7 // Part 9

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Seokjin sighs softly as he cleans blood off the kitchen floor. In the bathroom, Y/N can be heard throwing up and Jungkook left a few hours ago, so it’s just the two of them. Seokjin took the trash out and when he came back in, he saw that Y/N was doing the dishes. He could see the fatigue in her eyes and quickly walked up behind her, placing his hands on her hips. He hugged her from behind and pressed his lips to her exposed shoulder, “Get washed up and settled in some comfy pjs, okay? We can watch a movie and cuddle on the couch.”

Y/N leaned back into Seokjin’s hold and smiled, “That sounds gr-” A sudden trickle of blood ran from Y/N’s nose and she pushed away from Seokjin. “H-hold that thought!” Seokjin’s eyes widened when he saw the blood spilling from between Y/N’s fingers as she rushed towards the bathroom and before Seokjin could follow her, she told him that she was fine. The bathroom door closed with a slam and Seokjin felt conflicted, even more so once Y/N started to throw up.

So, now, here Seokjin is, cleaning up the blood from a sudden nosebleed. While cleaning the floor, Seokjin notices that there a few drops of blood on the back of his hand and his face scrunches up in disgust. He never has been a huge fan of blood. Finishing up with the floor, Seokjin washes his hand twice before he heads into the guest bedroom and knocks on the bathroom door.

“Angel? You, okay? Do you need anything?” The toilet flushes and Seokjin steps away from the door when he hears Y/N washing her hands. The bathroom door opens and Seokjin frowns seeing Y/N’s swollen eyes. Silently, he pulls Y/N into his arms and kisses the top of her head, “What’s going on, Y/N?”

Y/N buries her face into Seokjin’s chest and breathes in the scent of his detergent and soap before she pulls away and laces her fingers with Seokjin’s. “We should probably sit down and talk…”

“Talk?” Seokjin repeats the word and Y/N nods her head.

“It’s nothing bad. I just need to let you know a few things about me that only those close to me know about.” Giving Seokjin’s hand a light squeeze, Y/N leads Seokjin out the room and the two of them sit on the couch. Seokjin grabs Y/N’s ankles and takes her house slippers off before he pulls her feet into his lap slowly digging his fingers into the balls of her feet. Y/N groans as her body relaxes at the firm and gentle touch of Seokjin’s hands.

“So, talk. What’s going on?”

Y/N scratches the side of her face and clears her throat, “Okay, so first off, I just want to say thank you for being so unbelievable sweet today. I know all of this was thrown at you out of the blue and I am so thankful with how you didn’t freak out.” Y/N smiles and Seokjin nods his head. “I um, well I have something called catamenial nosebleeds. When I get my period, I get nosebleeds from time to time. It doesn’t happen every day, but it’s often enough during the week.”

“And the sickness?” Seokjin moves his hands to your heel, and you shutter as he kneads the tender flesh.

“The nausea? That’s just one symptom of my period. It only lasts for the first two days, then I’m good after that.” Y/N runs through her mind if there is anything else that she should tell Seokjin and one thing come to mind. Y/N clears her throat and fiddles with her fingers, not sure how she should bring up the next topic.

“Hey.” Seokjin wiggles Y/N’s pinkie toe making her giggle and try to pull her foot away. “We don’t have to talk about anything that you’re not comfortable with, okay? We’re still figuring each other out.” Seokjin lets Y/N remove her feet from his lap and he grabs her wrist, pulling her into his lap. “You’re healthy, right?” Y/N nods her head at Seokjin’s question, and he smiles wide. “That’s all I care about.” Seokjin hugs Y/N tightly in his arms and kisses her temple, “How did your meeting with your company go?”

Y/N groans and Seokjin raises an eyebrow, “They will allow me to stay in Korea, but I have to go back to the states three times a month for in person reviews and meetings. Plus, now I have a quota of four songs a month…so it didn’t go that great.”

Seokjin thinks over Y/N’s words and taps his fingers on her thighs, “Why are you staying with your company if they make you unhappy?”

Y/N shrugs, “It’s a hassle to change companies…though at this point I don’t think me, and the new CEO will get along. He isn’t a huge fan of-” Y/N motions between herself and Seokjin, “Interracial relationships.”

Seokjin’s lips press into a thin line and Y/N can see his jaw tick in anger, “That won’t do, Y/N. I’m sorry, but I think you should end your contract and find another company.” Seokjin flexes his fingers and Y/N grabs hold of his hands, lacing their fingers together.

“I know my manager is going to leave the company soon and I would really like to continue to work with him. He’s a good guy and it helps a lot that he understands the way I work…I’ll talk to him and see if he has plans of retiring or moving on to another company.”

“If he’s retiring, we can talk with Yoongi. He has a lot of connections in the music industry.”

 The weather is beautiful, it’s the perfect day for an outing and lucky Y/N, Namjoon called Seokjin to see if he was free. Seokjin invited Y/N to come along and since she was no longer on her period, she was eager to get outside. While Y/N was showering, Seokjin took it upon himself to pick out an outfit for her. They weren’t going to be doing too much, just taking a trip to a national park to get some fresh air and maybe hit up a few shops. Seokjin smiled to himself as he laid Y/N’s outfit out on the bed and hurried out the room since he was already dressed for the day.

Down in the kitchen, Seokjin packed two bags worth of food for them to snack on throughout the day along with a few different flavors of water. His phone rings and he looks to see that Yoongi is calling him. Glancing at the time on the phone, Seokjin raises an eyebrow, this is pretty early for Yoongi to be up, it’s only seven in the morning.

“You’re up early, Yoongs.”

Yoongi clears his throat on the other side of the phone and yawns, “Are you bringing Y/N with you?”

“Huh? How did you know?”

“Joonie called me last night to see if I wanted to get some air. Are you on the way?”

Seokjin laughs, “We could all use a little fresh air. I’m waiting for Y/N to get dressed and then we’ll be on the way.”

“Cool. Does Y/Nie have a bike?”

“Nope.”

“Perfect! I’ll let Namjoon know and we’ll take care of everything. See you in a while, hyung.”

Yoongi hangs up and Seokjin is left feeling even more confused. Yoongi is going to go bike riding with them, on a Wednesday. The sound of Y/N’s voice float down the steps and Seokjin smiles, he loves being able to hear her sing. He isn’t sure what song she’s singing, but he doesn’t care. Her voice is a comfort that he can listen to all day. Seokjin’s phone dings and he looks over a text message from Namjoon letting him know that everyone will eat at his place before they head out for the day.

Y/N walks down the steps with a pair of pink Balenciaga track sneakers in one hand and Seokjin’s classic white Nike sneakers in the other. She smiles at Seokjin and spins around, showing off her outfit once she reaches the bottom of the steps.

“Stunning,” Seokjin beams and presses a light kiss to Y/N’s lips as he walks over with a large backpack thrown over his shoulder. Y/N hands Seokjin his sneakers and circles her arms around his shoulders, “What are you doing, angel?” Seokjin rests at hand on the small of Y/N’s back and stares down at her.

“What made you pick this outfit? It’s been a while since I last wore overalls.”

“My angel is the cutest girl ever. Everyone should see how cute you are!” Seokjin gushes and Y/N can feel her face heat up at Seokjin’s words.

“You think I’m cute?”

Seokjin nods his head and presses his lips to Y/N’s softly, “The cutest.”

Y/N tightens her arms around Seokjin’s neck as he moves to pull away and presses her lips to his more firmly. Seokjin’s eyes widen but he doesn’t stop the kiss from heating up. Letting his sneakers fall to the floor, Seokjin places his free hand on the back of Y/N’s neck and presses his lips harder against hers. Y/N moans into the kiss and Seokjin licks at her bottom lip asking for permission to take things a little farther. Just as Y/N parts her lips, her phone dings making her and Seokjin both jump away from each other. Seokjin’s ears are bright red, and Y/N’s face is on fire as they avoid eye contact with each other.

Clearing his throat, Seokjin bends down to pick his shoes up, “Come one, lets get going.” Seokjin’s voice is more on the rough side as he tries to ignore the way his lower half is protesting. He walks a head of Y/N and quickly adjusts himself before he bends to puts his sneakers on.

Laughter and shouts fill the air as Namjoon, Yoongi, Seokjin, and Y/N race each other along the Han river. Yoongi shouts in protest when Namjoon passes him and Y/N laughs as she follows right along behind. Seokjin and Yoongi are right beside each other, both breathing heavy as they try to catch up to the two younger friends. Namjoon reaches the designated finish line first and he beams that dimpled smile as he waits for his friends. Standing on his two feet with his bike between his legs, Namjoon grabs a bottle of water from his backpack and opens it. He downs half the bottle by the time Y/N reaches the finish line and he grabs an extra bottle, tossing it to her.

“I thought you were supposed to be the clumsiest member! How are you so fast on a bike?” Y/N questions as she opens her bottle of water. Namjoon laughs and shrugs his shoulders making Y/N roll her eyes.

“Once those two slow pokes join us, we’ll hit the nature trail. They have a really cool market at the top, so we can eat lunch there.” Namjoon explains the next move for the day and Y/N nods her head, her curls swaying slightly underneath her hat. Yoongi and Seokjin reach them shortly and after they catch their breath, the group of four walk over to the bike racks and locks the bikes up.

Seokjin falls in line beside Y/N as they walk with Namjoon leading the pack and Yoongi bringing up the rear. Seokjin slips his hand into Y/N’s and keeps looking forward, the tip of his ear red making Y/N smile. Looking over her shoulder at Yoongi, Y/N reaches her hand back and wiggles her fingers, “Come on Yoongi!”

Yoongi glances over at Seokjin and Seokjin nods his head sightly making Yoongi give that large gummy smile. Jogging up to Seokjin and Y/N, Yoongi grabs hold of Y/N’s hand, and she gives him a little squeeze.

“See? Isn’t it better to be up here with us?” Y/N teases and Yoongi rolls his eyes just as Namjoon turns around to talk to them all.

“So, what does everyone want to eat?”

“Joon, you shouldn’t walk backwards.”

“Yah! You’re accident prone!”

Yoongi and Seokjin scold Namjoon and before he can refute their claims, he trips over his own two feet and falls on his butt. The guys laugh and Y/N’s bites her bottom lip to keep from laughing. Namjoon’s face flushes and he quickly scrambles to his feet, dusting his butt off before he rubs the back of his neck while laughing.

“So…lunch?”

“Here, ahhh!” Seokjin holds out his chopsticks towards Y/N, the small rice cake hanging on for dear life while Y/N opens her mouth. Wrapping her lips around the food, Y/N pulls away and slowly chews the food. The taste isn’t something she’s used too, but it’s not bad. “What do you think?”

Y/N nods her head as she swallows and licks her lips, “What did I just eat?”

The guys laugh and Y/N goes in with her own set of chopsticks to take more of whatever Seokjin is eating.

“Tteokbokki,” Seokjin smiles proudly as he watches Y/N eat a little more. He grabs the dish and puts some on her plate while Namjoon speaks up.

“It’s a type of spicy rice cake,” Namjoon explains, and Y/N nods her head.

“It’s not that spicy.”

“We weren’t sure how much spicy you could handle so we ordered a mild batch,” Yoongi plops a few pieces into his mouth and smiles.

“Do you want more meat?” Namjoon offers Y/N a few pieces that are ready on the grill and Seokjin silently takes a red lettuce leaf and fills it up with a few pieces of meat and veggies. Namjoon starts to fill a perilla leaf in the same fashion as Seokjin and before Namjoon can pass you the leaf, Seokjin stops him.

“Y/N doesn’t like perilla leaves. The flavor ‘throws her off’,” Seokjin uses his fingers to make quotation marks around her words and she slaps his chest nearly making him drop the lettuce wrap in his hand. “Yah! It’s the truth.”

Y/N gives Namjoon a soft smile, “Thank you Namjoon, but Seokjin is right. The perilla leaf isn’t it for me.” Y/N leans back away from Seokjin as he holds the wraps up to her mouth. “Will you stop that!” Y/N takes the wrap out of Seokjin’s hand and eats it herself making the others laugh at Seokjin’s pouting face. The four of them continue to share their food and Y/N falls in love with Yoongi’s kimchi beef stew.

“Now I know for next time to place a double order,” Yoongi teases and Y/N can feel the heat attack her face. She loves food and is having a great time being able to try Namjoon and Yoongi’s favorite dishes. Grabbing her camera from beside her, Y/N snaps a photo of Seokjin catching him off guard and she giggles before she turns her lens to Yoongi and Namjoon. The two pose together, throwing up the peace sign before they both smile. Seokjin easily snatches Y/N’s camera and takes a few photos of her and the guys before he pulls her into his side and snaps a few pictures of the two of them.

“If that’s going on Instagram, tag me.” Namjoon states and Yoongi nods his head in agreement. Handing her phone back, Seokjin gets up and stretches

“I’ll go pay. Make sure you don’t leave anything behind.” Seokjin walks off and Y/N pouts.

Yoongi laughs and grabs his bag from beside him, “Hyung is just showing off. If you weren’t here, we would have played rock, paper, scissors.” Yoongi stands up and offers Y/N his hand as he comes around the table, “Don’t tell Jin hyung, I told you that.” Y/N grabs hold of Yoongi’s hand and let him help her up. Still holding hands, they walk over to Seokjin who just finished paying. Namjoon walks over to the group and lets them know that he’s taking a quick bathroom break.

Seokjin joins him, leaving his bag with Yoongi and Y/N. The two of them sit on a stone wall, waiting for the others and Yoongi notices that Y/N’s shoelace is untied. Making sure his bag won’t fall over, Yoongi turns slightly to face Y/N and he points to her sneakers. Seeing that her shoelace is untied, Y/N lifts her foot and Yoongi is quick to grab her ankle, pulling in close to him.

“You should double knot it, so you don’t trip and hurt yourself. Plus, these shoes aren’t cheap.” Yoongi mutters as he tugs Y/N’s foot a little closer and Y/N snaps a picture of him while he ties her shoelace. Hearing the click, Yoongi looks up and Y/N snaps another picture making him blush. “Stop that,” Yoongi grumbles as he finishes tying Y/N’s shoelace. Y/N spot Seokjin and Namjoon walking over and she smiles, pulling her foot away from Yoongi.

“Come on grumpy gills,” Y/N holds out her hand and Yoongi takes it with a smile pulling at his pout. They walk over to Seokjin and Namjoon throws his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders.

“Wanna walk off lunch? There is a small shopping district up here.”

#soc seokjin #kim seokjin #min yoongi #kim namjoon #black reader #seokjin x black!reader #kpop ambw #bts fluff #butterflies

[sweetestofchaos]

So, do you remember my Seokjin series, Butterflies? Well what if I told you Summer made an album? Would you listen to it?? (it's still in the works lol)

#soc seokjin #butterflies #summer gravity's 2nd album #fake album #just for sun #soc talks #exqueuese me #Spotify