#bts sleep naked

[honey-bunches1345]

He really just-

FUCK

#bts #bangtan army #bts namjoon #namjoon #look at joon #he’s naked #goddamn his back #I’m still not okay #I couldn’t sleep #woke up to just #THIS #the other day #finally calm ENOUGH to post it #he’s gorgeous #imagine the things he could do #omg

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

cursed hours, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You know what your boyfriend is? That's right – horny. (Can relate.) And, you know what, you are too. Jeon Jungkook is super mega ultra hot. (Facts.) But. Even you don't fuck doing cursed hours. You try to delicately explain to your love that there are, in fact, suboptimal times to be asking for banging. (This conversation ends exactly in the way that everyone is predicting.)

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; in which Jungkook tries to listen to your grievance but then he remembers what you look like naked and then the Calvin Klein's fly off; crack and fluff; smut (fem reader, ball torture JK is a freak, m-receiving oral, handjob, edging, penetrative sex (doggy), clitoral stimulation, m-masturbation); squabbling tbh; non-idol!BTS - short black-haired!JK with his two lip rings; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts

crackhead best laid plans / counter point / well dressed couple no need to read the others, but they’re there if you want more happy birthday, Jungkook! XD

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It was the middle of the day.

“We need to talk.”

Your boyfriend and absolute love of your life, Jean Jungkook, vehemently shook his head and puffed his cheeks. It was quite sad to see that all of his previously bleach-blond (read: extremely fried) long waves were gone, but his current shorter black hair made him look even younger (carding territory, for real). At least he got another lip ring next to his first one. Not really to make up for anything. Just because he felt like being your forever wet dream (he was, keke).

You cocked an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“No talk.” He stuck his tongue out (the disrespect, hah). “Nothing good comes out of your girlfriend saying, we need to talk.”

You opened your mouth. Nothing came out (or in… yet). He had a point. He wasn’t going to like what you had to say. (Be strong!) You had to say it anyway.

“Jeon Jungkook, you can't wake me up at six in the morning with your rock-hard dick shoved against my ass cheeks and expect me to have enough brain function to cooperate.”

Big pout. The biggest pout with the biggest peepers.

“But... I'm horny.”

Irrefutable argument, surely. He was horny.

(Yeah, when are you not?)

You laid down the law with vigorous hand waving. “Two in the morning? Okay. Three? Eh, pushing it but I can sleep right after. But six? Six in the morning?! That is too much. That (that) is cursed hours. There’s no way I can go back to sleep then. Cursed. I’m not a morning person. You’re not a morning person. Why is you dick awake?”

Big shrug. (Big dick too, wait, what?) “He’s an all-day person,” he nodded sagely. “Your tits and butt are right there. What can I do?”

Your eyes twitched.

“You’re the one who wants me to sleep in panties!”

Your boyfriend shook his head primly (and childishly and one-hundred percent like a freaking annoying little shit). “No,” Jungkook clarified. Very serious. Too serious. “I want you to sleep naked. You’re the one being unreasonable.”

You gasped dramatically. “I’m not waking up with jizz all over me… again!”

“Hence the compromise! That’s why I wake you up first… and then jizz all over you!”

This conversation would be a lot more (ahem) concerning if Jungkook wasn’t grinning like a madman and you weren’t clutching your non-existent pearls in a state of fabricated shock (although you would have pearls if he jizzed all over your neck right now, eh, eh, okay, never mind), anyway, you knew damn well that Jungkook would probably stop for, mmmm, a couple weeks, then promptly forget this conversation, and inevitably wake you up way too early to hump your sleepy ass (literally).

You weren’t with him because he listened (we can see that).

“I am just saying,” you lowered your tone, still lighthearted but somewhat stern now. “If you want me to be receptive and not grumpy, six in the morning is not the time. You can rub yourself all over me if you want but it’s very unlikely that I will be in the mood. I don’t want to get mad to you. That’s why I’m telling you now.”

Jungkook firmly nodded. Ah, he understood! Finally. He raised his rigid hand against his temple in salute.

“Okay. From now on, I’ll hump you to completion instead.”

You gave him a blank stare of utter disbelief.

That playful grin with those gleaming lip rings bounced forward and tackled you onto the bed as you continued gawking at him, shell-shocked. Really? (Really, dude?) But you could tell he was apologetic, showering your neck and cheeks with kisses, saying between blossoming laughter, “Sorry, sorry, you just look so cute when you’re mad,” and you were trying to stay mad. The principle of it all. Hmph! “I’m mad!” You vocalized with a huff. Maybe if you said it, you would mean it. (You didn’t.) “Yep, you’re definitely mad, so mad…!” This idiot was repeatedly mushing your cheeks with his big palms and deliberately piling on the aegyo. You squinted your eyes into lines. “Stop messing with my cheeks!” “Don’t wanna!”

You chopped his head.

“Yah!”

Your idiot – cough, sorry, boyfriend, love of your life, darling, all that fluff stuff – made a fake dying noise but you didn’t catch on to his admission of defeat (couldn’t trust it anyway, this was Jeon Jungkook), and grabbed his wrist, pinning it down onto the bed and getting right up in his face, planting your palm his broad chest and shoving him (which did approximately nothing, you really do need to work out).

“I’m being serious here. I’m telling you something that would piss me off and you hate it when I’m mad at you so I’m warning you in advance. I’m working on myself too, but sunrise is really pushing it,” you emphasized, practically sitting in his lap now, your (his) big white t-shirt spilling over his bare thighs. Nobody wore pants in this household. Jungkook could barely keep his underwear on (foreshadowing). “I didn’t want to get mad at you this morning out of nowhere, but you’re not good at taking the hint.”

Those glittering chocolate eyes softened. “Oh. I’m sorry. I get excited…”

“And you can get excited,” you sighed, letting go of his wrist and patting the top of his head. “I only want you to be aware of how I’m feeling at that time and it’s a whole lot of why do humans have to sleep, waking up sucks ass. Not good for horny.”

Damn, these big rueful peepers were going to be the death of you. “You know me. I like being with you more than anything in the world. I don’t like being without you. Even sleeping is such a pain,” Jungkook finished with a puff.

You smacked his (very firm) chest. “I’m not telling you leave me alone. Just don’t ask me to fuck, because the answer is most likely going to be no at that time of day. Wait for me to wake up, at least!”

“But…!”

He grabbed the front of your (his) shirt and you tensed, thinking he was about to shake you, adjusting to be a bit more stable on his legs and then your shin slid to the front of his crotch and both of you abruptly fell silent (a shocking moment in this household).

“Jungkook.”

He was trying very hard not to grin but you could see it in those dark brown orbs.

“Yeah?”

He really was your favorite person. Really. He had an intense, passionate outlook on life. Tried hard at everything and made a fuss when certain things didn’t work out as he planned. Slowly learned to let things go but still picked up too many interests. Still thought he could do anything (and you believed with him, so maybe you were both the problem). Jungkook always told you he was grateful that you were so into about the things you liked (read: obsessive), because he made him feel less weird, made him feel that someone could match his energy, made him feel like he finally met his person, someone loved to live life as much as he did.

Romantic, yeah?

“Why is your dick hard?” you accused.

Your (lovable but idiot) boyfriend grinned. “Just remembering what you look like naked.”

Really romantic.

Yeah.

“Oh?”

You backed off his lap and forced his legs open.

“W-W-Wait–”

Which was how you ended up yoinking off Jungkook’s Calvin Klein's (with force and a tangle of legs and maybe a yelp if you bothered to listen), and did not take off your shirt as you got to your knees and curled your tongue around his already-hard-and-getting-harder cock. Sure, he was saying stuff (blah blah that’s not fair blah, the usual), but you cared not. Zero fucks given. Hey, if Jungkook was going to be all horny on you whenever he felt like it, you were going to give it to him whenever you felt like it too. He needed to be punished for being insufferable!

(Never mind that this has been going on for years.)

“Come on, take off your… oooh, fuck…”

(Your predictable arguments ended in predictable ways.)

You spared no expense. Tongue all over his length. Dripping saliva. Porn-star-esque, complete with the slurping it all back up and jamming the head of that throbbing cock into the back of your throat, squishing it against the pocket of saliva. Nasty. Yo, you didn’t have sex to be elegant. You had sex to watch Jungkook’s torso shudder uncontrollably and hear him whine in the middle of him yanking off his oversized black t-shirt, his head of crazy messy black hair popping out. You watched as he emerged like a just-saved, half-drowned vacationer and then his eyes rolled back like he had been knocked out, all while you bounced your head up and down, running your tongue along the base and his balls, making sure to be extra soft at the tip and caress the slit with the gentlest of kisses. Not enough to pressure to really get him off, but so much pleasure, lovingly swirling your tongue around and pressing your lips against the sensitive skin.

Then you did what any reasonable person would do (heh) and replaced your soothing mouth with your punishing grip, pumping him roughly.

“Gah!”

Your tongue circled around his balls and both slid into your mouth, sucking on them as you jacked him off. Any intelligent response was immediately annihilated by the gargling moan Jungkook choked out, falling back to his hands. Mmmm, those arms. The tension was making his muscles bulge, the dark colorful tattoos on his right arm gleaming in the bedroom light, his left just as shapely and defined. You switched between each side, sucking and licking and toying with his balls while your hand built up a furious pace, grinning as you felt his length twitch and throb. Glassy, dark brown orbs glanced down to watch, the ends of his black hair stuck to his cheeks, mouth open, pink lips glossy.

The look in those eyes.

So needy.

You delicately trapped one of his balls between your teeth and sucked hard before pulling your lips back and grinning. The reaction was immediate. The shiver visible, the hitched breath sharp, the tremble lingering at his shoulders, exasperation and desire flashing over his expression. Jungkook pleaded with you, knowing full well he didn’t want you to listen to a single word he was saying.

“N-No, please, d-don’t make me a f-freak…”

(Not sure how to tell you this, Jungkook, but you’ve been a freak since day one.)

“You like it,” you replied (with his nut in your mouth, smacking it with your tongue as you spoke). “Don’t lie to me.”

“No, I like it when you’re nice,” Jungkook stressed and he was very stressed because your hand was slowing down and that was not a good sign.

“Oh, yeah?” you taunted. Totally unnecessary but totally necessary. You let go of his cock and switched balls, squeezing the other saliva-covered one in a slippery, punishing grip that make Jungkook yelp with an edge of panic.

His cock jolted, sticking straight up.

You gave him the look of see what I see?

Jungkook sputtered, frantically waving his hand about. “N-No! It’s not what it looks like!”

(It’s not… it’s not what it looks like? What does it look like then, huh?!)

You raked your teeth over his balls and started sucking and tugging on them.

His right hand instantly flew to his dick (bombastic side-eye) and he started desperately jacking himself off as you used precise pressure and tongue to tease him. He was loudly moaning in reckless abandon, “H-Harder, yeah, like that, oooh, fuck, yes, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop” (criminally offensive side-eye), but you obeyed, gripping the inside of his thigh and ravishing his balls. You could barely see from your peripheral vision but you could certainly feel the force of Jungkook’s firm, tight grip around his stiff length.

Damn.

Your panties were also getting uncomfortably drenched.

Suddenly his hand froze up, his whole arm shaking. You glanced up. White teeth biting the left edge of his lower lip, lashes fluttering, jaw clenched. Muffled scream in his throat. The line from his neck to torso to abs to crotch to tattooed hand choking his hard cock was incredibly hot. Even hotter was how dark the head was becoming, angry purple-red and beading pearly translucent pre-cum.

“Fuck, I almost came, fuck…”

(Was that not the goal or are we missing something here?)

You spoke sloppily with his nut halfway in your mouth.

“Thought you were going to jizz all over me.”

His dark brows furrowed, gasping for breath, trembling all over. “You know I would ask you first, I’m not a big meanie,” Jungkook pouted, opening his eyes when you knocked away his hand, then his peepers popping open wide as you picked up his vicious pace with a smirk, lowering your shoulder to squeeze his balls at the same time (zero chill here). It could have been your name somewhere in that strangled moan. Could have, but it wasn’t that discernable and you were unbothered, even as his hands flew up and grabbed your (his) shirt, practically ripping it off in frustration.

“Please, ack, please…!”

You stopped.

Jungkook nearly yelled bloody murder and snatched you by the waist, lifting you far too easily. He was two beats away from suplex-ing you onto the bed if it wasn’t for the horny beating out his frustration of being edged for the second? third? whatever time. You were almost worried (not really), but everything worked out (kind of). There were always condoms on the nightstand (for reasons) and it took Jungkook record time to rip one open and slide it on before forcefully grabbing your ass (you had been trying to move away for… reasons) and dragging you back to him from a growl, flipping the bottom of your (his) shirt up.

Somehow, in the tangle of legs and arms, you had managed to slip off your panties and put them on the other nightstand so Jungkook wouldn’t rip them off your body.

(It has happened before.)

At the sight of your naked and wet pussy, Jungkook forgot how to be mad.

“Oh!”

You looked back to see a pair of shining, starry-eyed dark brown orbs.

“You really do love me.”

You blinked at him (what do you say to that?). “Y… Yeah? Woah!”

Turned out horny also beats out romance (?) and now Jungkook was balls deep and you were gasping and beating up the pillows in attempt to get your bearings because, holy fuck, he was insanely hard (scientific term). Your lower torso dropped and you both moaned in unison, satisfaction from the sudden depth, the ache perfectly fulfilled at this angle. Thrust in, push back, overwhelming rush heating up your chest and down your legs, beginning right where you both left off.

Rough, fast, and deep.

Your (and probably his) knees were really feeling it. You didn’t care. (Classic.) The fullness was unbearable and addictive and it made your walls spasm, squeezing around him as your eyelids fluttered, skin prickling hot and heartbeat leaping to your throat. The wave swelled in your chest and pooled down, amplifying the sensation of slapping hips, pitching your moan, you fucking him and him fucking you, a joint effort, the grip on your hips tightening, fuck, he was so strong, not slowing down even in the middle of your orgasm, your mind fizzling to white noise.

And then.

You suddenly realized it was weirdly silent behind you.

You tried not to snort in laughter (being nice, of course) as you realized Jungkook was whining behind his bitten lip, trying desperately not to cum in your crushing fervor. Not that you were going to let up. Absolutely not. In fact, you moaned breathily and reached back with one hand, tugging on the flapping shirt and pulling it over your head, bunching it up. Heard him gasp, but now your hair was all over your face (didn’t think that through, did you). There was no time to correct. You shoved the ball of fabric under your chin and dropped your shoulders, ramming back into his crotch with a wet smack, a vicious bolt of painful pleasure flaring up your inner thighs and spreading over your lungs, knocking the wind out of you.

“Ah, Jungkook!”

Didn’t think that through, did you?

You nearly choked on your own moan (and a mouthful of your own hair), entire body shaking from the force of orgasm bursting within, your inner walls clamping down and hips flinching, carnal pulse radiating throughout your core, breathless, lust-blindness, your ass jerking forward from another powerful thrust, and then Jungkook made a series of noises that could only be described as unholy.

(Wanton moaning, spitting swears, using various higher entities’ names in vain, things like that.)

You basically faceplanted into the t-shirt, vibrating from the high.

Down for the count.

But not out.

You reached back and wrapped your fingers around Jungkook’s balls, firmly squeezing.

He let out a quivering groan of approval, long fingers on your hips tightening, pressing his twitching cock inside you. No intention of leaving. The tension was so electric that you could feel the sparks flying up your belly (or was that your arm falling asleep from this unnatural position, who knows) and you sucked in a ragged breath, not sure what was coming over you but it was so unbelievably arousing that all you could do was smile.

Well.

You couldn’t really breathe since you were mostly face-first into the mattress.

Thankfully, Jungkook had a brain (bless) and sighed contentedly, sliding his hot (read: scorching) hands up your sides and pulling your body up. You let go of his nuts, panting, feeling him slide out, drawing in a tight breath – his skin like fiiiiiiire (don’t sing it) – relaxing as you felt his fingers fan out over your breasts.

This was nice.

He squeezed your breasts and toyed with your nipples, sending pleasing tingles all over.

“My back is getting sweaty,” you chuckled. “You’re burning up.”

“No, you’re hot.”

Whines (his) and a flop onto the bed later (you), and you ended up on your back, catching your breath while looking up at the ceiling. Ah, that was nice. You didn’t think too much about your limbs akimbo. There wasn’t any shame. After all, this was your home and this was your love. Attentive, caring, enthusiastic (about laundry and dishes and fucking especially) love of your life Jeon Jungkook who was definitely not a freak. Nope.

You felt a hand on your knee.

Then you felt your legs being dragged apart even wider.

The slapping sound of hand on dick.

Eh?

You turned your head to see Jungkook masturbating while staring at your pussy, used condom still on the bed. Oi! How was he still going? You were pretty sure he blasted out several nuts worth of cum (and the fullness of that used condom was the visible proof, oop).

“Hey. I’m still here,” you reminded him.

Heavy exhale and brief glance at your tits. “I know,” Jungkook shuddered, voice low and gravelly. “And you’re so fucking beautiful, fuck.”

“I’m not a porn video,” you joked, secretly enjoying how heatedly he was getting himself off to your sexy bits.

“You really need to make some for me,” he replied absentmindedly, reaching out to spread your pussy lips. You flexed them. They made a wet, lewd sound. Obscene. Jungkook moaned and tightened his grip, speeding up, running his finger over your exposed clit. “At least send nudes.”

“I’m physically next to you almost all the time,” you gasped. “Whachu need nudes for?”

This really wasn’t the time for a full-on conversation and soon you both forgot about it, lost in the haze of pleasure. Your eyes slid shut, arms fanned out over the bed, back arching, following that racing feeling. Basking in it. You were sure he was watching and you let him enjoy the show, spreading your legs and letting your hips be guided by his rough fingertip, clenching your jaw at the sensitivity. Almost too much was the perfect amount of pressure, rubbing over your throbbing nerves, aching tension dispersing over your muscles, nearly uncontrollable, so close to the edge, his name in a husky whisper, closer, listening to his breathing shallow, tighten, closer…

Your eyes opened, lids heavy, watching him though lashes and the haze of moans.

Jungkook was gazing back at you, up and down, lust-drunk on your body, his chest flexing, his black hair over his eyes, sweat beading along his temples, shuddering again at your eye contact.

“You… You fuck me up.”

You smiled and was about to say, you too, but then your pent-up orgasm shot up your torso and you hissed at the intensity, your hand flying down and harshly gripping his wrist. Head snapping back, spine arcing, mouth open to an airless moan, fighting to leave your lungs as the powerful continuous flinching overtook your hips, each pulse thundering against his fingertip, your juices seeping out.

Slick painted over your pussy lips clenching around nothing.

Jungkook sucked in his inhale and groaned, cupping his palm around the head of his cock. Heat and tremors and visible lust, the pleasure sinking, sinking, and you heard Jungkook whimper, looking down to see that his hand was turned, his long fingers digging into the soft dip of his balls and roughly massaging them as he came.

You watched.

Glanced up at his face.

Your boyfriend glared back.

“Don’t… say… anything…” he wheezed.

You did not listen.

(No one is surprised.)

“You’re a slutty freak, huh.”

“Oi!” he barked, yanking his hand away from you, and then his face contorted, instantly regretting vacating your pussy. You peeled open your puffy lower lips with two fingers and wiggled your tongue at him. “Hey! Stop that. I’ll–”

Faster than light (and smoother than butter), you shot off the bed as Jungkook threatened you with his cum-covered hand. “I don’t think so!” All these years with Jeon Jungkook and he still looked shocked when you knew exactly what he was thinking. “Get back here!” You did not. You ran to the bathroom instead and proceeded to fight on opposite sides of the door as he tried to get in and you tried to lock it.

“Why are you only strong at times like this?” Jungkook whined as you threw your weight into the door and locked him (and his cum hand) out. “Let me in!”

“No! Not until you wash your hand in the kitchen.”

“I promise not to wipe it on you.”

“I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. Which is not very far.”

“You should!”

“Throw you?”

The whine on the other side pitched. “Open the door…”

You sighed. (Uh oh.) Opened the door. (Duck!) And smacked Jungkook’s wrist as he tried to wipe his dried cum onto you in a bout of maniacal laughter. (You punk!) Naked wrestling match (nice) and some neck chopping infused minutes later, you managed to shove Jungkook’s right hand under the sink faucet and blast water over it, fiercely gripping (and very much enjoying) his forearm to prevent him from being a brat.

And he was laughing, the bubbly sound drifting between you and him, laughing with his left arm around your waist and his face in the crook of your shoulder and neck, his warm breath tickling your skin, pulling your close as you vainly tried to avoid his sweat (failing spectacularly). Asshat.

He sighed, breathless and shivery, nuzzling your jaw with his (big) nose.

“I love you.”

He was a freaking annoying brat but he was your freaking annoying brat and, to be honest, you loved it.

“I love you too. If you splash water on me, I will waterboard you next time we shower together.”

Jungkook pouted and squeezed your boobs with his left hand. Now that was talent.

“Aw, how’d you know…”

You turned the water off.

“Stop playing with my tits.”

“My nutties are sore. It’s the least you can do.”

“You did that to yourself.”

“Nu uh. I’m wholesome.”

(The lie detector test determined that was a lie.)

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masterpost

#jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

[m-jelly]

hi hii, can i request some more of grandpa silverfox levi

Still young

Levi x fem!reader

Modern world, romance, married couple, grandpa Levi, grandma reader, fluff, suggestive moments.

Levi loved being a father and loves the fact he is now a grandpa. Levi shows that age is just a number and how young and energetic he can still be.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

Your body ached and throbbed, but the loving lips of your husband on your back did soothe you a little bit. A little mewl escaped you as he pressed his naked body against yours. "Mm, Levi. How are you still hungry?"

He nipped your shoulder. "You've been asking that over the many years we've been married and I will keep telling you, it is because you are so sexy and beautiful."

You rolled onto your side and gazed at him. Even though years had gone by, Levi was still handsome and young-looking. There were only a few wrinkles around his eyes and he had the sexiest grey stripes in his hair. He was your silver fox.

You reached over and caressed Levi's cheek. "I love you."

Levi smiled at you. "I love you too." He propped his head up on his hand and used his other hand to trace patterns on your waist. "I could stay like this all-day long."

"We've done it before, but today we can't. Our four kids are coming over. Evan and Lilly are both bringing their kids as well."

Levi's eyes sparkled. "The grandbabies."

You hummed a laugh. "It'll be fun." You sat up and huffed as your joints cracked. "Well, I better get baking."

Levi sat up and hugged you from behind. "Do you think they will want to go camping in the back garden with me?"

"Of course." You turned and kissed Levi. "Our kids and grandkids adore you."

Levi blushed. "I love all of them."

The two of you did your morning routines, had a filling breakfast and enjoyed a cup of tea. As you baked Levi held you from behind and showered you with kisses. He helped you with a few things before you sent him on a mission to set up the camping area outside in the back garden.

After a while, you decided to check on your husband to make sure he was okay. You couldn't help but smile at what he created. Levi had made a little campground. There was a fire pit in place, lots of tents to sleep in along with a canopy to relax under. Blankets and cushions covered the floors under the canopy so everyone could relax. You adored the fairy lights for when it got dark.

You smiled as you felt your heart warm up. Your husband always went above and beyond for the people he loved. "Levi?" You squealed when he tackled you into a hug. "Hello, Levi."

Levi nipped your shoulder. "Does this bring back memories? We went camping a lot as a couple. We'd shake the tent."

You giggled. "We got up to no good." You turned in his arms and smiled at him. "We should go camping again, you and me."

Levi smiled at you. "We should. We'll set something up. I'm sure the kids won't mind."

"Perfect idea."

"Mum? Dad?"

You looked over at the sliding door on the back of your house to see your eldest, Lilly, with her husband and two kids. "Welcome! Your dad set up a little campground. This okay?"

Lilly walked over. "It's perfect! Dad, you're the best." She hugged you tightly. "Thank you for the delicious baked treats, mum."

"You're very welcome."

Lilly hugged her dad. "Mm, thanks dad for this fun setup."

Levi smiled. "You're welcome."

You crouched down and hugged your precious grandkids as Levi talked with his daughter and her husband. You made the kids giggle and gave them little snacks. You played a few little games with them and listened to their cute stories about how things have been.

You looked up at Levi. "Hey kids, who's that? That grandpa? You should get him."

Your granddaughter giggled. "Tickle attack?"

Your grandson grinned. "Lots of tickles."

You nodded. "That's right. Go get him."

He spied his little grandkids gazing at him. "There are my little ackerbabies!" He raced after them making them squeal with laughter and run away. "I'll get ya!"

Lilly looked around. "I miss this place so much."

You smiled sweetly. "We miss you too. We miss all four of you. Sending little Bjorn off to university in September was very emotional."

Lilly rubbed your back. "It was hard for all of us because it meant we were all grown up. I think I'll be like you and Dad when I send my lot off."

"We'll be here for you, we'll be super old, but we'll be here."

She laughed. "Come on, Mum, you and Dad will always be young at heart. I think you two will reach 100." She looked over at Levi play fighting with her kids. "I just know Dad will be chasing you around even then."

"Probably." You giggled. "If you need anything to drink, we have a cooler full here. I'll bring out the baked treats."

As soon as you got inside and put together a tray of food, you almost squeaked in delight at seeing your son Evan with his baby daughter in his arms. Your daughter Kuchel with her baby bump and your youngest Bjorn with a bright smile. Having all your kids home was a little overwhelming and it made you so happy.

You gave all of them a hug and held Evan's baby in your arms for a bit as you chatted to him and his sweet wife. You showered your daughter Kuchel with compliments at how she was glowing and her bump looked cute. You then gave Bjorn a big hug as you listened to all their stories.

You led all of them outside so they could see their eldest sister. They all gathered together and chatted, but then they saw Levi. Levi rushed over to his kids and gave them all hugs before he took Evan's baby into his arms. You could tell by the look in Levi's eyes he was becoming broody.

You took a seat with a drink in your hand and watched Levi running around with his kids and his grandkids. You smiled at your daughter Kuchel as she opted to sit next to you. Kuchel was always the quiet one and just enjoyed being next to Levi and you, as well as playing video games and exchanging stories.

Kuchel hugged your side and hummed. "It's great to be back."

"You're welcome here anytime you want."

"I know. Thank you."

You wrapped your arms around her and hugged her. "You're Dad is like a kid again."

You both watched as Levi lifted his granddaughter into the air and spun around with her. He put her down and picked up his grandson and threw him up and down. Next, he sprinted around with them as they threw balls at him, but Levi dodged them all making the kids laugh.

In the end, Levi fell to the floor and let the kids jump on him. The sweet laugh that came from Levi made everyone smile. Before you, Levi was a very lonely and grumpy person. After you, he smiled and laughed a lot more. Levi had always said that you taught him what it means to live. He counted his blessings every single day.

He lay back on the floor and talked to his kids and the grandkids about all the stars in the sky, along with the stories linked to them. He shifted off the floor as his kids looked after their own kids. He walked over to you and Kuchel. He gave his daughter a hug and some words of love and encouragement.

You smiled as Kuchel kissed Levi's cheek and hurried over to her brothers and sister. "You're a wonderful father and grandfather."

Levi sat next to you and hugged you tightly. "You're an incredible mother and grandmother. I love you."

"I love you too."

#levi ackerman #levi #aot levi #snk levi #aot fanfiction #levi x y/n #levi x you #fanfic #levi fanfiction #levi x reader #dad!levi #dad levi #dadvi #grandpa Levi #levi x yn #levi ackerman fanfic #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/n #jelly fanfics

[bonny-kookoo]

Yoongi

Snowball Princess 🔞

In which Yoongi is just tired- but also the happiest he's ever been.

Tags/Warnings: Snowball Princess AU, Husky Hybrid!Reader, Idol!Yoongi, mentions of poly!BTS x reader, Fluff, romance, suggestive themes oops, hints at smut whaaaat?, cockwarming

Length: short >1k words

A/N: yes I just did that :)

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Yoongi wakes up slowly, remembering barely that he's got a day off today for once to relax and recharge.

There's another body in the hotel bed, but he's not alarmed by it- you're here because he wanted you to be, after all, and he wouldn't have it any other way. When he moves a little to stretch his limbs, you move as well- snuggling up to his side, cuddly as always, legs entangling with his underneath the covers.

But there's something else he notices more slowly, realization kicking in as to what happened last night.

You're naked, well, almost- bare chest pressed against his arm as your breath fans over his equally bare skin. You're both only wearing the bare minimum, and he's reminded from the faint hickey he can spot on your chest what happened some hours ago.

Groaning a bit annoyed because the mere thought of it has him rise in his underwear yet again.

It had happened naturally, so to say. You'd talked, eaten something for dinner in the hotel room, had played around like always. But this time, when he'd turned in bed to lean over you and kiss you goodnight, something had changed. It had been a little strange at first, how easy and natural it felt to him to get so close, hands calm but also a bit hesitant to undress you at first. But the reassurance from your side and his own in return had created the perfect environment for something so monumental, the entire act a dance between gentle love and desperate lust.

He loves you- so much, and you know that, now more than ever.

Scenes from last night fight its way back into the front of his mind as he thinks about the way you'd looked at him, pure trust as you fell into his hands, giving him all control to love you the way he deemed fit that night. It's not to blame on your heat at all- that had just ended a few weeks ago, so you were completely clear in your head and aware of the step you took.

And from the sight of your red cheeks and wagging tail as you look at him with a tired smile, it's also sage to say that you don't have any regrets, which is the last thing he'd needed to let himself freely love you for sure now.

"Hello there." He greets you with a raspy tone, and you lean in a little closer, kiss the tip of his shoulder before you yawn, stretching. It's a bit embarrassing to admit to himself that the mere sight of your bare body moving next to him, combined with the satisfied exhale that you make after stretching your legs and arms, has him definitely up and ready yet again even though he's barely awake.

But yeah can't bring himself to be ashamed.

"Come here, love." He says, helping you move as you lift your leg and straddle him- the way your eyes widen a little a telltale sign that you noticed the clear election hrs Sporting. "You're so pretty, you know that?" He praises, and you smile to yourself.

"You tell me a lot." You say, voice still laced with sleep. You yawn again before you adjust yourself, forcing his eyes closed at the sensation of your warm body over his sensitive length. "Was it.. good?" You ask, presumably referring to last night. He chuckles, eyes still closed, hands however very much confident in where to go as his palms run over your bare legs, front the tips of your knees up to your very hips.

"Perfect." He almost purrs. You preen yourself at that.

"Do you.." you wonder, before you seem to grow a bit more serious. "Does that mean.. I can't love the others anymore?" You wonder.

Yoongi shrugs. "I'm already sharing you with the others, am I not?" He says. "You kiss Jungkookie too, after all. Don't think I haven't heard about you two making up." He teases sleepily, and you squirm a little.

"But.. what if.. let's say jungkookie.." you mumble down at yourself. ".. wants this too?" You ask with hesitance-

But yoongi shrugs.

"Like I said." He says, lifting his arms above his head for a moment. "I'm already sharing you. Who you love in what way is up to you." He explains.

"So-" you try again, and he chuckles.

"If you and Jungkook want to have sex, I won't mind. Neither will Hoseok, or jiminie, or Jin, or anyone." He clears up bluntly. "We all love you. Though I will make sure everyone knows that I was your first." He mumbles to you, making you a bit shy. "My baby has a lot of love to give-" he softly tells you, eyes watching how you move a bit now. "-and it's only fair she gets a lot of it back in return." He shrugs.

And it feels like you've finally realized.

Your hands move carefully as you take him out of his underwear, your own pulled to the side as you let the head of his cock run over your core, collecting all of your already present arousal. It forces a low purring sound from him, and you really think that he might be an undercover cat hybrid with the way he sounds like.

"God.." he sighs out when you sink down on him, taking him in and keeping him there for a good moment. As a hybrid, you can't get pregnant if not in heat- but Yoongi is still careful. "Baby- condom-" he reminds you sleepily, but you whine.

"Can we.. stay like that?" You ask. "Just for a bit?" You wonder, and he chuckles softly.

"Yeah." He nods, eyes still closed, thumbs drawing circles on your skin. "Yeah, fuck- come here." Here raches out to you, and you lean down at that, upper body flush against his as he holds you.

And you both do indeed stay like that for a while, before Yoongi can't help himself but chase you out to fetch a condom.

You're just too irresistible.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts smut #hybrid imagine #yoongi imagine #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi imagine #min yoongi imagines #bts yoongi imagine #yoongi imagines

[angelicyoongie]

Abundance (XX)

— summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don't get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, it turns out crazy is an understatement. — pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader — genre: fluff, angst — warnings/content: none — word count: 6.5k

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You fix the last button on your blouse in place as you walk downstairs, feet bouncing with a little more pep than usual.

Even if you’re waking up before the sun and have hours of gruelling work ahead of you, spending the weekend with the boys has left you feeling refreshed. It was a much needed break to help restore your dwindling morale and a good reminder of why you put yourself through this in the first place.

Skipping over the last step of the staircase, you turn to head towards the kitchen, more than ready to kickstart your brain with the help of a cup of coffee.

You startle, almost tripping over your own feet, when the downstairs bathroom door flies open just as you’re about to walk past it.

A dripping Namjoon steps into your path, his naked chest and arms on full display, droplets clinging to his sunkissed skin. He has a towel draped over his head, obstructing his vision as he roughly tries to dry up the back of his head.

You watch, mouth dry, as the motion causes one of the droplets to slide from his collarbone down over the smooth expanse of his torso, only stopping when it hits the sweatpants hung low on his hips.

You zero in on the subtle definition of muscles on his stomach, on the way it seems to guide your eyes right to the soft trail of hair leading down to places your mind really shouldn’t stray so early in the morning.

Feeling the heat beginning to creep up your cheeks, you quickly avert your eyes. You know that no one in this house, especially Hoseok, will let you live it down if Namjoon catches you drooling over a bit of exposed skin.

Namjoon must’ve been too distracted with his own thoughts to notice you right away because he suddenly pauses, hand frozen on his head as he detects another presence in the hallway.

You can see his chest expand as he breathes in, his wolf ears immediately popping up under the towel in excitement as he registers your sweet scent. He carelessly yanks the cloth away, silver hair sticking up in every direction as he flashes you a dimpled grin.

"Good morning, Y/n!"

"Morning," You grin back.

The wolf hybrid makes a questioning sound when you step back as he tries to come closer, arms outstretched as if he was going to collect you in a hug.

Shaking your head, you try not to look too long at his glistening chest or his drooping ears as you explain, "I don’t have time to change my clothes again, Joon. You’re still dripping wet."

"Oh, right," Namjoon pouts, patting his chest, "I prefer to let everything air dry."

The thought of letting your body dry on its own in the frigid morning air is enough to make you shudder, even if you try to keep the house as toasty and warm as possible in the colder months.

"Don’t you get cold?" You grimace.

"Not really?" Namjoon thinks a bit before he shrugs, his tail flicking with the motion, "In nature we have no option but to let the air and sun dry us out. Most hybrids tend to run a little warmer than humans anyway, so it’s usually not a problem."

"I guess that makes sense," You agree, remembering how thinly dressed all of the boys were compared to you when you were working in the garden. You had been bundled up with your thickest sweater and coat, not willing to risk getting sick again just because the sun provided a bit of false security with its warmth.

"Though–" You spare the dark sky at the end of the hallway a glance, mindful to keep your voice low with the other boys still sleeping, "why are you taking a shower so early? The sun isn’t even up yet."

Namjoon scratches the back of his neck, his grey ears twisting back into his messy hair as he mumbles, "I just went out for an early run."

"A run?"

"Yeah, just around the neighbourhood. Spring, um, always makes me a little restless? Y’know, wolf instincts,” Namjoon winces at his poor lie, cheeks flushing as he turns his gaze to the floor.

Everything about his posture screams at you to please leave the subject alone. Even if you can tell he isn’t being completely honest, even if he’s holding something back, you have no reason not to trust him.

Namjoon has proven himself to always put his pack above everything else and you know he would never do anything that would endanger them or put your relationship in jeopardy. Above all else Namjoon cares – so if he wants to keep a secret or two, who are you to stop him?

It would make you a hypocrite to think anything else when you’re keeping your own share of dangerous secrets close to your chest.

Regardless, it doesn’t feel like you’ve caught him doing something bad, he just seems – flustered, shy maybe, like whatever he’s doing is embarrassing and he needs time to work up the courage to confess to it.

"That’s fine, Joon," You give him a kind smile, "This is your home too and you can do whatever you want. Just let me know if something is bothering you, okay?"

"O-of course, thank you," Namjoon stutters, his golden skin turning rosy as he meets your gaze.

His tail resumes the slow wag it did when he first noticed you, the tense muscles in his arms relaxing as he realizes you’re not going to ask for more details. You take note of how Namjoon loosens the tight grip he has around the towel in his hand, the cloth a perfect distraction to change the subject.

"Here," You reach out for the towel, hoping the diversion isn’t too obvious as you gesture for him to hand it over, "Let me dry your hair before you get the floor all wet, yeah?"

Namjoon practically stumbles over his own feet in his haste to give it to you, eyes bright at the prospect of you taking care of him – of you grooming him.

He stops right in front of you, feet touching, as he quickly lowers his head to present his hair.

Namjoon’s silver hair has grown a lot in the last months, just like the others, but they don’t seem too bothered by it. Shelters tend to like their hybrids to look maintained and clean cut to entice adoption, so you doubt the boys have ever had the chance to explore or change up their styles much. They deserve the chance to express themselves in any way they want, which is why you’re going to wait for them to come to you first - should they ever want a haircut.

You let out an endeared laugh as you bring the towel up to his head, lightly fluffing up his locks. Keeping your touches gentle, you dry the wet fur on his ears, being careful not to ruffle or pull on anything too hard.

Namjoon’s chest rumbles contentedly as you take care of him. His head keeps dipping lower and lower until it rests on your shoulder, his body melting under your hands. The moment you finish drying off his ears Namjoon tucks his face closer to your throat, basking in your mellow and sweet scent.

You move to the back of his head, running your fingers through the soft strands at his nape to make sure you got every spot. Namjoon’s position leaves you looking over his shoulder as you work, at the tan and unblemished skin that stretches over his broad back.

As Namjoon repositions his head, pressing himself closer to your throat, you notice a faded scar at the edge of his shoulder; the skin having whitened over time. The shape of it looks odd, little indents forming two half-moons on his skin.

"What’s this?" You ask curiously, softly brushing your fingertips across the marks.

The reaction is instantaneous.

Namjoon makes a garbled sound at the contact, a shiver running through his body as he latches on to your waist. Sharp teeth nip at your delicate throat, a low growl vibrating against your skin in warning as he pulls you flush against his chest.

You freeze up at the unexpected response, towel dropping to the ground. You hold your breath as Namjoon pants against your neck, choking down the next round of growls building in his chest.

You’re not scared, this is sweet and clumsy Namjoon after all, but something about it is so undeniably wolf-like that it trips up your brain. There’s a part of you that wants to relax, submit, to the canines pressed against your pulse; but even just the thought of doing it is silly enough to shake you out of your shocked daze. Namjoon would never hurt you, strong wolf instincts or not.

Namjoon's teeth slowly leave your throat as he calms down, a pitiful whine bubbling out of his mouth as his mind clears. It isn’t often that the wolf hybrid loses himself to his instincts, but no one has touched that mark aside from Hoseok and Taehyung – the two that made it. He knows you’re not a threat, that you won't break it, but he can’t help but be awfully protective of it.

"I’m sorry," Namjoon whimpers, ears flat on his head as he kisses the barely-there marks on your throat. He rubs his nose all over your neck, scenting you to calm himself down.

His voice is winded as he mutters, "It’s my pack mark."

"Namjoon," You breathe, guilt squeezing your chest, "Please don’t apologise, not when I’m the one that touched it without asking first. I’m the one that’s sorry."

You move your hands away from his shoulders, making sure to steer clear of his mark as you wrap your arms around his waist. You hug him tight, murmuring another apology against his skin as you press your lips to the back of his neck.

After a minute of holding him close and feeling his heartbeat slow down to a more steady pace, you tentatively ask, "Can you tell me about it? Is that okay?"

Namjoon makes an agreeable sound, pulling away from your throat. He tucks his face over your shoulder, holding you in a proper hug as he says, "Do you remember what Seokjin hyung told you about mating bites, about how it’s similar to how humans get married?"

"I do."

"A pack mark works in a similar way. It’s essentially the same thing, it’s just the intent behind the bite that’s different. It can either be romantic or platonic, or even both depending on the circumstances."

"Our–" Namjoon hesitates, clearing his throat. "–Our pack mark is platonic. It creates a bond between us that allows our instincts to feel more secure and settled, because we know we have packmates that are looking out for us. We can read each other’s emotions more easily too, but we’re not as close as a romantic bond; it doesn’t have the same depth."

The sadness in Namjoon’s voice is a palpable, horrible, thing.

"It’s hard to explain how it feels. All I know is that when you touched it, I couldn’t even think, it was like my instincts took over immediately. Even just the idea of losing our mark was too much – it made me feel hollow, like someone was trying to break my chest in two. It was almost like," Namjoon takes a deep breath, his tail tucked firmly between his legs as he weakly admits, "... like dying would hurt less."

You bite your lip, hoping your shock isn’t noticeable in your scent. There’s many things you can say, want to say even, but you don’t think the wolf hybrid would be ready to hear it.

"That sounds intense," You murmur.

"Yeah."

You leave the subject at that, offering Namjoon some time with his own thoughts as you rub comforting circles into his skin.

Namjoon sounded pained to admit that all he has with Hoseok and Taehyung is a platonic pack mark. You’ve seen the glances they steal at each other, the pure adoration and love there that goes far beyond friendship or family. They always seem to be one step away from crossing over the flimsy line they’ve drawn between platonic and romantic, but they never do.

As much as you would love to sit them down and make them talk it out – make them confess – it won't be of any help if they’re not ready for it. You can only assume they have their reasons if they’ve been holding back for this long, even if it’s hurting them to do so.

You gently pull out of Namjoon’s tight hold, smiling at the disgruntled sound he makes as you step back. You bring your hands up to frame his face, cupping his cheeks. The wolf hybrid tilts his head, leaning into your warm touch as he meets your gaze.

"Thank you for telling me, Namjoon, it means a lot to me. I’ll be more careful in the future, I promise."

He nods, giving you a grateful smile, "It’s okay, Y/n. Thank you."

You don’t want to leave Namjoon on a sad note, not when the others probably won’t stir for a while. You watch him closely as you move a hand down to his jaw, taking the way his ears begin to perk up on his head as a good sign to continue.

Namjoon’s eyes flutter closed in anticipation as you lean closer, mouth parting to let you in. You press a sweet kiss to his lips, stroking a thumb across his strong jaw as he releases a shuddering breath.

Namjoon uses the grip on your hips to keep you still, recapturing your mouth before you can pull away. It’s only when he starts nipping at your lips, trying to deepen it, that you have to force yourself to step away. You would love to spend the entire morning with Namjoon if you could, but the clock is ticking if you want to get to work early. You promised them yesterday that you would be home in time for a late dinner, so more kisses will just have to wait until then.

Namjoon whines when you break the kiss, not willing to let you go. The wolf hybrid’s reluctance makes your chest warm, your stomach fluttering with the knowledge that Namjoon wants you just as much as you want him.

You smile, charmed, giving his cheek a loving pat before you let go of his face.

"I have to get to work," You sigh. "But I promised I’ll be home early so we can spend more time together later, yeah?"

"Fine," Namjoon grumbles, tail wagging at the idea of having you back home soon despite his pout.

"Good," You grin.

You pick up the towel from the floor, looking away as you push it to Namjoon’s chest. You know the longer you stare at his bare skin, the harder it will be to walk away.

"Go put a shirt on while I grab breakfast," You mumble, embarrassed.

Namjoon seems to grow taller at that, straightening out his body and tensing his muscles teasingly in your peripheral. "Why? Like what you see?"

He laughs as you shove at his chest, trapping your hand against his skin. He looks pleased at how the contact makes you squirm, golden eyes filled with mirth at the indignant squeak you let out as he flexes his pecs.

You hang your head in defeat, heat creeping up the back of your neck as you admit, "Yeah. I like it a little too much."

Namjoon’s laughter chokes at that, not expecting you to be so honest. You slip your hand out of his grasp as he coughs, chuckling at the wide-eyed look he gives you.

Finding a window to tease him back, you slowly drag your eyes from his feet to his face, Namjoon’s cheeks reddening under your gaze.

It takes all of your willpower to take a step towards the kitchen, voice playful as you add, "You know, if you don’t get dressed now you’ll end up wiping drool from the floor when the others wake up."

You bite back a giggle as you walk down the hallway, Namjoon’s sputtering echoing behind you. The best part is, the wolf hybrid doesn’t even realize you’re right – seeing Namjoon in all of his shirtless glory probably would’ve sent the others into an early rut.

You click your pen, staring absentmindedly at the blank document in front of you.

The lack of progress you’ve had so far with your case is frustrating. You have leads, but they’re too big, too vague. You know that the men you saw on the news are connected to Lim Enterprises but aside from the photos your informant gave you, you have no other proof of their involvement. It’s definitely not enough to hold up in court.

Sighing, you spin around in your chair, watching the ceiling slowly blur together. There has to be something you can do.

The Lim Enterprises you know now are good at covering their tracks – know exactly what to avoid after so many run-ins with the police. They must be aware of the whistleblower and the impending lawsuit coming their way, so you have no doubt they’ve been doubling down on anything that could've been useful to your case. Any evidence of their money laundering is likely already long gone and buried deep.

But – you stop spinning, blinking to clear your swimming vision – if the present won’t help you, perhaps the past will?

Your knowledge of hybrid trafficking is only a recent development. Even if Lim Enterprises have hidden their tracks of money laundering well, who’s to say they’ve been as throughout with all of their illegal activities? If they don’t know you’re looking into it yet, you might still have some time to dig up new leads or information that might help you. The hybrids could be your ticket in.

Heart pounding with renewed excitement, you quickly wake up your slumbering computer, clicking impatiently to access the database of archived court cases.

So far, your focus has been on any legal documents you could get your hands on involving Lim Enterprises’ books and money transactions. The company has been in hot water for not providing enough security to high class customers, causing a handful of their clientele's homes to be robbed. It hurts you to admit that it’s pretty much the perfect set-up for money laundering. After all, who would suspect a security corporation to steal from their own clients and then launder the money back to their own business through a subsidiary of smaller companies?

When you first started working on the lawsuit there were only a handful of cases that seemed relevant to look into, all of them ending in some sort of private settlement out of court.

The most likely scenario is that Lim Enterprises blackmailed their clients into silence, no doubt using whatever data they’ve collected on them against them. If only one of them would speak up about it. Having one rich client confess to being blackmailing would be enough to warrant an investigation, which would allow the police access to search for their 'off the books’ transactions and prove your client’s claims. Sadly though, it’s never that easy.

Whatever dirt Lim Enterprises have on their clients must be good, because they’ve never returned any of your messages. One of them even went as far to pretend you weren’t standing right in front of their glass office door for three hours trying to get their attention. They’re clearly scared of what Lim Enterprises can do, but that just makes you all the more determined to take them down.

Though, since the initial pool of cases you looked into was so small, there has to be others you’ve dismissed without realizing they could be connected. Lim Enterprises has been in many minor scandals over the years, many you figured didn’t matter in regards to your case, but perhaps that's where you went wrong. Maybe everything plays a part in it, maybe the money laundering is just one of the many veins pumping life into the rotten heart at the centre of the corporation.

It seems you need to go back to the beginning, to scour the available databases and news outlets for any mention of their name in regards to disputes or fights. There has to be something linking them to hybrid trafficking or abuse if they've been running a syndicate on the low for years already.

You roll your shoulders back, taking a deep breath as you begin typing in all the possible keywords you can think of.

Lunch seems to have come and gone by the time you’re done, finger hovering over the search button as your colleagues make their way back into the building, their loud laughter muffled by your closed door.

You know you’re creating another world of problems for yourself by doing this, but you have no other option. Attempting to expose Lim Enterprises has put a target on your client's back, and you can’t let their bravery be in vain.

"Okay, you can do this," You mutter, the half-hearted pep talk not doing much to boost your confidence as you finally click the button, pages upon pages of relevant hits immediately popping on your screen.

Your search has produced 7613 results.

"Fuck," You whine.

Looks like your wish of having a stable sleep schedule just went down the drain, at least for the foreseeable future.

Jimin trudges up the stairs, pouting, as he pulls on the one lock of hair that just refuses to fall right. It has started to curl awkwardly around his ear, the ends irritating it whenever it moves. Annoyed, he flicks his ear in a half-ditch attempt to move the strands around.

As it twitches, it picks up on a sound that almost makes Jimin stumble, his feet screeching to a halt as he realizes he can hear light footsteps moving around inside of your room.

It’s mid-day by now, the sun shining high in the sky, and Jimin knows you’re not home. Your faint scent is proof enough that you left hours ago and yet, someone is rummaging around in your room.

Jimin sneaks closer to the door, tail puffed and listening intently as he maps out where the intruder moves. Ears perked, he hears the footsteps go to your desk, pausing long enough to open a few drawers, before they move on towards your bed. Jimin scoffs, curling his fingers into claws as he creeps closer to the door, avoiding the floorboards he knows will creak. The intruder is foolish, that’s for sure, breaking into a home in broad daylight that houses seven hybrids–

Jimin jumps back with a hiss as the door unexpectedly swings open, his muscles tensing up in preparation for a fight. He zeroes in on the shadow moving just behind it, the intruder too caught up with whatever he’s stolen to notice him yet.

Just as Jimin is ready to lash out and claw up their face, he notices the bunny ears peeking out behind the wood, the door opening the rest of the way to reveal a surprised Jeongguk.

The bunny hybrid freezes as he sees Jimin standing there, claws out and gaze predatory. He almost drops the bulky headphones in his hands out of shock, fumbling with the cord as he lets out a startled noise.

Jimin lowers his hands immediately, snuffing out the instincts that tells him to attack, attack, attack. The rational part of his brain knows the bunny poses no threat, and seeing the way Jeongguk trembles at the sight of him makes something acidic curl in his stomach.

Jimin takes a step back, lip curling with distaste as he says, "Oh, it’s just you."

"Jimin hyung," Jeongguk blinks, lips parted as he stares at him with big eyes.

The cat hybrid winces at the familiarity.

He gives Jeongguk a flat look in return, eyes narrowing with suspicion as he asks, "What were you doing in Y/n’s room?"

The question seems to snap Jeongguk out of his daze. He holds out the headphones, presenting them to Jimin.

"Y/n said I could borrow them to listen to her old record player! I think she forgot about it when she moved from her old apartment, so it was just left in a box in her closet. Seokjin hyung found it yesterday when he was helping her put away some clothes, so she placed it down in the living room for everyone to use. Didn’t you see it?"

Jeongguk’s dark eyes sparkle with excitement as he retells the story, one of his ears flopping adorably as he begins to relax.

"No, I didn’t," Jimin chews on the inside of his cheek, his hard gaze softening as it moves back to the staircase.

Jimin, much like Yoongi, loves music – particularly anything old-school. It reminds him of one of the few vague memories he has from when he was young, before he realized what he was, and what it meant. He thinks he can remember a faint voice crooning about everlasting love and destiny, the sound of crochet hooks bumping together over the slightly faulty needle of an old record player.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah!" Jeongguk nods. He watches Jimin intently, curious eyes catching the longing that seems to flicker over Jimin’s features.

The bunny hybrid steps closer, swallowing thickly as Jimin’s cold stare snaps back to him, pinning him down. He pushes through the instinctual jitters that try to rattle him into fleeing, picking at the twisted headphone cord to channel his nerves into something else.

"Do you want to listen together, hyung?"

Jeongguk’s voice is sweet and shy, a pale blush colouring his cheeks as he averts his gaze to his hands.

Yes, Jimin thinks, I want to.

Jimin’s heart thuds harshly in his chest, almost knocking him off-balance. He’s unprepared for the sudden rush of emotion that hits him, the little spark of warmth that ignites as Jeongguk’s ears perk up completely, attention fully turned to whatever answer Jimin gives him.

Jeongguk is always kind, so willing to take a step forward even when Jimin takes ten back. The bunny seems to have grown a little sweet on him ever since that night on the couch, giving him flustered smiles whenever their eyes meet instead of looking away; going out his way to put another cut of meat on Jimin’s plate even if it makes his own nose scrunch with disgust.

Jimin doesn’t like it.

He can’t help but think of Jeongguk as foolish, showing parts of himself so readily to others who can destroy it.

Jimin doesn’t need Jeongguk giving him sweet glances that make his heart race, doesn’t want the emotions that are reserved for Yoongi and you to react to someone else. It’s all unwelcome, unwanted, and so Jimin does what he knows best – he deflects.

"How? There’s only one pair."

"Oh," Jeongguk frowns at the headphones, the space between his brows furrowing cutely. He thinks, nodding to himself before he flashes Jimin a grin that shows off his bunny teeth, "We can take turns, I don’t mind, hyung."

"No."

"No?" Jeongguk’s smile slips, his ears drooping under Jimin’s glare. "Would you like to listen first, then? I can wait."

Stupid.

Jimin should say it, should tell Jeongguk to stop opening his heart to people who don't care for it, but the thought makes his throat feel tight, like it’s going to choke him. The bunny already looks sad enough at his rejection, there’s no need for him to make it worse.

"Later, maybe," Jimin grumbles, wincing inwardly at the half-promise he has no plans of keeping.

"Okay! Whatever you want, hyung," Jeongguk brightens, and Jimin’s heart does another terrible flutter.

He turns on his heel like a coward before the bunny hybrid can think to say anything else, marching the short distance to his bedroom. He presses a hand to his chest as he goes, frowning at the rapid pace it beats against his skin.

Feeling betrayed, Jimin bursts through the door with a little more force than intended, his dramatic entrance startling Yoongi.

The book in Yoongi's hands slips from his grasp, almost hitting him in the face as he scrambles to sit up in bed. He frowns, concern rolling off his scent as he asks, "You okay, kitten?"

Jimin's shoulders slump, the little burst of anger he was feeling fizzling out immediately as he sees the worried pinch between Yoongi's brows. It leaves him feeling sour. He doesn't want Yoongi to worry, not when he's just having a momentary lapse of judgement – his feelings acting out without his permission.

Ears falling flat, Jimin dives into bed to cuddle up against Yoongi's side. His alpha makes a soft noise, tucking him protectively under his arm.

Jimin's eyes flutter as Yoongi runs his fingers through the soft hairs at the back of his nape, fingertips ghosting over his skin.

Yoongi's voice is as gentle as his touch, rumbling soothingly as he speaks up. "Was it Jeongguk I heard you talking to? Did something happen?"

Jimin swallows thickly, guilt churning in his stomach as he listens to Yoongi's soft drawl.

How dare his heart skip a beat for the bunny hybrid when his alpha is so sweet, so loving? Jimin has everything he could ever want and more in Yoongi. He has sacrificed so much for him, been so selfless, and this is how Jimin repays him – by letting others slither into his heart? Yoongi would probably leave him if he knew, would probably find someone better.

Jimin doesn't dare answer, his tongue glued to the roof of his mouth. He curls his tail over Yoongi's waist, pulling himself as close to his alpha as possible.

Yoongi tilts his head without question as Jimin noses against his neck, giving his packmate full access to his throat. Jimin releases a shuddering breath as he inhales Yoongi's calming scent, sage and lavender wrapping around his senses like a comforting blanket. He loves scenting Yoongi, finding a particular comfort in his woodsy smell that nothing else comes close to. It allows his brain to shut off, to just drift and be for a while.

But now, even with his face smushed as close as possible against Yoongi's throat, inhaling his scent so hard it makes his nose burn, Jimin's mind just won't stop spinning.

Yoongi cups the back of his neck, deft fingers pressing on all the points that turn Jimin's body to liquid when he's stressed. Jimin releases a soft mewl as he melts against his alpha's body, fisting the front of his shirt to keep them glued together.

"Kitten.." Yoongi repeats, all careful and gentle.

Jimin knows his packmate well, knows he's not going to let it rest until he learns why Jimin's upset. All because he's a good alpha, a great mate, and it makes Jimin's heart ache something terrible.

He loves Yoongi so much, too much, enough that there shouldn't be any space left in his heart for anyone else.

"Nothing happened, hyung," He murmurs. He can tell Yoongi doesn't quite believe him.

Yoongi turns his head, jostling Jimin from his neck. He presses a firm kiss to Jimin's forehead before the younger can whine, purrs vibrating from his chest as he tightens his hold around Jimin's shoulder.

He picks up the book he was reading before getting interrupted, resting it comfortably against his raised knee. He hums as he tries to find the spot he left off on, softly clearing his throat before he begins to read the story out loud.

Jimin usually falls asleep to this, listening to Yoongi's slow drawl as he recites the books he's reading. He tries to focus, he really does, but his mind keeps drifting back to Jeongguk's sparkly eyes when he smiled at him, to the excited quiver that ran through his long ears when he thought Jimin would join him.

He squeezes his eyes shut as his heart does another tumble, pretending he doesn't feel how badly his chest hurts as Yoongi's tender purrs bleed into his muscles.

There's a lull in the story as Yoongi flips the page, and Jimin opens his mouth without meaning to. "I'm fine," He whispers, not quite sure who he's trying to convince.

His left ear twitches at the lie. He can feel the long strands once again curl into the sensitive skin there, bothering him.

Yes, Jimin thinks, hating himself, everything is just swell. "Okay, Jiminie," Yoongi concedes, even though they both know he isn't.

He tugs his packmate closer, burying his nose in Jimin's hair to get a whiff of his fresh citrusy scent. There's a sour bite to it that only appears when Jimin's upset, and it does nothing but solidify Yoongi's worries that something is wrong.

He spares a glance at the door, gaze narrowing as if he can see Jeongguk through the thick wood. He's not dumb, he can put two and two together. Whatever made Jimin feel so troubled, the bunny was there for it – and Yoongi won't rest until he knows what Jeongguk did.

"Hey."

Seokjin jumps at the sudden voice behind him, knife clattering to the counter. He whirls around with a small squeak, startled at Yoongi's sudden appearance. Even with his better than average hearing, he didn't hear a single sound from the cat hybrid as he entered the room.

"Hey?" Seokjin echoes, a little put off by the intense look Yoongi is giving him.

The kitchen is silent, the sounds from the rest of the house muffled by closed doors. Seokjin scratches his neck, instincts a little jittery from the scare and the way Yoongi is just standing there, staring at him with narrowed eyes.

His mouth is pressed into a thin line, displeasure clear on his face. His dark tail flicks behind his back as he waits, like he's expecting Seokjin to say something first – to break the quiet between them.

Seokjin squares his shoulders, angling his jaw to keep his head high. He tries to find some comfort in that his height leaves him looking down at the predator hybrid, but he's never been very good at confrontation and Yoongi's posture screams it.

"Can I help you, Yoongi?"

The words barely have enough time to pass through Seokjin's lips before Yoongi speaks, the cat hybrid's deep voice overlapping his as he says, "You need to tell Jeongguk to back off."

"Back off?" Seokjin frowns, "From what?"

"Jimin."

Seokjin can't help it, the answer is so unexpected it makes him snort.

He chokes on the laughter bubbling up his throat as he blinks and suddenly finds Yoongi inches from his face, sharp teeth exposed as he hisses.

Seokjin recoils, back hitting the counter as Yoongi's bitter scent fills the air.

The cat hybrid keeps advancing, inching closer and closer to Seokjin's face. At least, that was probably the intent. The height difference leaves Yoongi closing in on Seokjin's vulnerable neck instead, the intimidating glare burning into his skin.

Seokjin's instincts kick in before his rational brain can attempt to diffuse the situation, all he knows is that being cornered against the counter by a predator screams danger.

Yoongi's hiss stutters as Seokjin's hands roughly grab his waist, flipping them around. Seokjin leans on the counter for support, legs weak from Yoongi's abrasive scent. It leaves him closer to Yoongi's face than anticipated, the cat hybrid's expression caught somewhere in-between annoyed and confused.

Frankly, Seokjin is tired of being treated like less than the predator hybrids. His biology might be working against him but that doesn't mean he's weak. He shouldn't have to sit back and accept being intimidated in what's supposed to be his safe space, just because the predators need someone to push around.

"Yoongi, I think you got it all backwards," Seokjin says, steeling his nerves as he holds the other alpha’s gaze.

"Jeongguk came into our den smelling like Jimin last week but you don't see me kicking up a fuss about it, do you? He was all shy and flustered because your–"

Yoongi winces as Seokjin's crooked finger is pressed hard into his chest, "–packmate decided to groom mine. I don't mind them bonding, Y/n is counting on us to get along, but I don't take kindly to you making assumptions in your head about my baby. If Jimin has a problem with Jeongguk, he can tell him himself and not send you as some hissy little middle-man."

Yoongi's eyes narrow at the emphasis Seokjin places on little, his ears pushing back as if he's ready to fire off an insult.

The sight of Seokjin pressing his tongue into his cheek, eyes hard as he stares Yoongi down, mellows the cat hybrid out immediately. Yoongi's gaze wavers, darting between the fiery expression on Seokjin's face and a random spot on his broad shoulders, not quite sure where he should look.

Seokjin clicks his tongue, eyebrows quirking as he says, "Next time, act civil if you want to talk about something. Hyung promises to listen if you can do that."

Yoongi's pale skin grows flushed as he becomes a little too aware of the way Seokjin has him caged against the counter. He swallows thickly, stomach flipping as his brain keeps replaying the image of Seokjin's plump lips forming around hyung promises, hyung promises.

A prey's promise shouldn't matter, so why does it leave Yoongi feeling ... safe?

Seokjin steps away, levelling a dumbstruck Yoongi with another look before he turns on his heel and leaves.

He keeps his composure until he rounds the threshold and disappears from the cat hybrid's sight, his cool demeanour slipping as he collapses against the wall. His knees are practically knocking into each other with nerves, his fingers sore from gripping the counter so tightly.

Seokjin knew he was playing with fire, that Yoongi could've ripped out his throat if he felt like it, but it didn't even seem like thought crossed his mind. The surprise on Yoongi's face as he flipped them around and the soft blush that bloomed under Seokjin's attention is enough to leave the hamster hybrid feeling a little proud, excited, almost.

He never expected the alpha cat to fold so easily.

Seokjin knew that the more exposure he had to the other packs' scents, the easier it would get to suppress the instincts that beg him to run whenever their scents sour. He hoped, yet he never thought he would be able to actually stand up for himself and Jeongguk without feeling like his heart was going burst from fear.

The realization makes Seokjin grin, his legs still a little wobbly from the adrenaline rush as he makes his way to his room. He doesn't even care that he left his half-prepped snacks, his stomach full on the knowledge that the predators won't be able to push them around anymore.

Seokjin's ear twitches just as he's about to open his bedroom door, picking up a sound from the room he just left.

He lets out a low laugh, pleased, as he makes out Yoongi muttering a confused what the fuck into the empty kitchen.

a/n: Chapter 21 of "Abundance" is available on ko-fi! You can find it here: https://ko-fi.com/s/e95005a91d

Ohh, things are starting to heat up a little now! I’d love to know what you think about the canine’s packmark and namjoon’s reaction to it, and what your initial reaction is to the interactions between jikook, yoonmin and yoonjin? 👀 

Reblogs and comments make my day! 

PS. Next chapter will be posted May 20th!

See you all soon, stay safe! <3

#hybrid bts #hybrid!bts #bts x reader #ot7 x reader #hybrid jungkook #hybrid jimin #hybrid yoongi #hybrid hoseok #hybrid seokjin #hybrid namjoon #hybrid taehyung #hybrid au #bts poly au #bts au #bts fluff #bts angst

[hamsterclaw]

Fic Library: Yoongi (Pt 2)

My ult bias, it makes sense that there were too many to fit into one list. All of these authors capture the essence of my favourite tsundere king, check these stories out and show them some love. Part 1 here.

A Steamy Conversation by @madbutgloriouspond. Yoongi x f! reader. You walk in on a half-naked, dripping wet, tangerine haired Yoongi, he's mean and cocky and the inevitable happens. Smutty perfection from Memes.

Clockwork Heart by @vyduan. Yoongi x reader. The chaebol tsundere Yoongi that I'll never stop screaming about. A brilliant, capable reader, a hot Yoongi who does secret acts of kindness, and beautifully rendered side characters including wise and witty BFF Seokjin.

Knee-high by @jjungkookislife. Yoongi x reader in an established relationship. A sexy, skirt wearing, orange haired, watermelon chapstick using Yoongi with a lip piercing in a smutty, enjoyable read.

I'm not even gonna say it by @taetaespeaches. Yoongi x reader. An incredibly cute, fluffy read, where Yoongi stops for lemonade on a swelteringly hot day.

Fireworks by @starlostjimin. Yoongi x f! reader in an established relationship. A soft, fluffy, spicy story with the domestic Yoongi of my dreams.

Too hot to sleep by @gamerguk. Fiance Yoongi x reader - a short, smutty read with a hilarious cameo from Hobi at the end.

The Sweetest Thing by @illneverrecover. A super cute sweet treat featuring a grumpy florist Yoongi and a baker reader.

Kinkmas Day Four drabble by @monimonimoon. A deliciously hot, petty co-worker Yoongi at the office Christmas party.

On the nature of living by @sugalaritae. Griddle's an incredible writer, and this very beautiful story starts off with Yoongi x a ghost reader and resonates so much with me emotionally.

Home by @junghelioseok. Secret agent AU with Yoongi x reader. Short, sweet and comforting.

Set me free by @hesperantha. A time-travel tale with tragedy of epic proportions. You won't have read anything else quite like it.

The one with Yoongi, Netflix and zero chill by @eoieopda. A hilarious reader, a fluffy and cuddly Yoongi and softness and feelings all round.

Yoongi is a rock by @yoongsisbae. A beautifully written story that made me think about mortality and constancy and has the singularly beautiful line ‘And when Yoongi cracked he thought of you’. It gives me chills remembering it. Stunning.

The one with Yoongi and the fucking hydrangeas by @eoieopda. I knew I was in for angst when I started reading but I didn't bank on the beautifully realised longing and characters I wanted to cry for. I adore this.

Best served cold by @anotherbtswriter. Yoongi and afab reader in a mafia AU with drama, tsundere Yoongi energy and a duplicitous family. Riveting.

Bao by @whatifyoulivelikethat. Delivery boy Yoongi x chef reader. One of the first Yoongi stories I read, and have re-read so many times since then. This Yoongi's so perfectly characterised, and there's a cameo from a sexy model Taehyung too.

Dominance and Domesticity by @theharrowing. A Yoongi who doms you in the bedroom and also does ironing? Where do I sign up? Sexy perfection.

Cybersex by @gimmethatagustd. Yoongi x f! reader. Reader is a phone sex hotline operator in this brother's best friend AU. Featuring a hot, confident, capable Yoongi who nearly set my screen on fire.

Shameless by @vyduan. Idolverse AU with Yoongi and reader. A stunning story, part of the Her multiverse series, with complex, layered characters that are so beautifully human. One of the first stories I read when I started reading BTS fanfic, and one I won't forget.

#fic rec: yoongi #fic rec list #yoongi fics

[singratedcheese]

Otp: stony ramblings,

Chris really was in Steve's head space throughout the filmings, he says he's team Ironman, his favorite character is Ironman, he sleeps naked holding Ironman plushie, Chris giving us the Steve Rogers MCU failed to...

I owe Robert and Chris for what they've done for the stony community during their interviews, posts and bts...

This picture... A picture is worth thousands of words...

Officially flirting on twitter

Chris Evans and Robert never stopped gushing about their most favorite part of MCU is their fight sequence in civil war, they really enjoy the angst...

And cevans bless you for these

I'm sure these two ships stony more than use lol

And there's more,way too many times cevans and downey gave us content..

Enjoy my favorite video of cevans and downey bickering like stony in real life

THIS IS THE BEST VIDEO, CEVANS TRYING TO SAY HE SHIPS STONY WITHOUT MAKING IT ABOUT STONY, BUT FAILS MISERABLY SEE THIS

#stony #tony stark #stevetony #steve rogers #superhusbands #iron man #steve x tony #captain america #cevans and downey gave us a lot 😭 #Evandowney our ship captains #Chris Evans #robert downey jr #Thank you RDJ and CEVANS

[dirtybtssnaps]

Pros and cons of bts members please

Genre: Lovely smut

Pairing: Dominant! Bangtan Sonyondan and Submissive Female Reader

Name: Kim Namjoon (Rm)

Pro: Namjoon’s such a cute, smart but slightly ditzy boyfriend to have. Both of you are usually just home alone or in a hotel room together, he’s usually just on the computer while you’re lying down on your phone. Occasionally both of you will go out on dates or just a walk together, this is when his ditziness comes out the most, with him trying to show you something new and destroying something on accident. You know he means well and just gets too excited to show you sometimes he thought was cool.

Con: Just like anything else when he touches something while excited he forgets his strength. Namjoon ripped your clothes off, effortlessly threw you on the bed, pinned you on the bed, and fucked you unmercifully for an hour. Afterward, both of you cuddle together for a while, until he has to get back up and work on his computer again.

Name: Kim Seokjin (Jin)

Pro: After years of dating and traveling the world seokjin’s ready to settle down with his love, during the first time you both met he asked you out on a date. He was a complete gentleman during the whole date even picking you up and dropping you back off. After dating for a while he asks you to be his girlfriend, and after that you both become attached. Whenever someone sees Seokjin you’re usually right by him, you’re friends get slightly jealous of you thinking you’re lucky to have him.

Con: He offhandedly asked you if you were into Bdsm after you said yes and since it was introduced to your relationship it’s there forever. You’re always at his beckoning call no matter what, he’s stern but also very nice and a cutie sometimes. As time goes on the kinks and rules slowly get rougher, and the love you receive from him gets more intense with it. After each session, he cuddles with you and teases you about how you acted and the noises you made during it.

Name: Min Yoongi (Suga)

Pro: You’re treated like a big spoiled fluffy house cat, everything you and anything you could want was easily at your fingertips. He hates leaving you all alone during tours and dislikes seeing his kitty getting grumpy before his flights he’d take you if he could, so you get extra treats, cuddles, and cute little cat toys. After pestering him a bunch of times about needing somewhere to sit in his studio, he got you a human-sized cat bed in the corner of his studio.

Con: Besides your being “Yoongi’s cat.” In everybody’s phone, and if you’re in your cat bed while anyone walks in they’ll greet you like your a cat. Yoongi’s kinda into free use, if he’s in the mood and you are too why wait and just do it somewhere nobody else is? That’s why he has passwords on his recording room doors, and he just loves seeing your cute little eyes looking back up at him while giving him head.

Name: Jung Hoseok (J-Hope)

Pro: Hobi Oppa is such a ray of sunshine to your life honestly, you both hang out and go out on cute little dates all the time. He always makes sure to compliment everything you wear, your hair, and even your makeup. He’s also kinda overprotective of you, and also not against being away from each other for too long. Somehow both of you even started sleeping together naked even without having sex, he often hugs you, cuddles with you tightly during it, and gives you deep kisses all over.

Con: Hoseok is such a sweetheart it’s honestly hard to find any faults in him…. Except for one…it’s just that he’s a masochist. He’s obviously the dominant one in your relationship, but it’s kinda embarrassing for him but you love him so you don’t mind. He regularly fucks you hard until you can barely control yourself, your legs and arms going everywhere until they wrap around him. Your nails start digging into his back making him moan and go rougher and deeper inside you.

Name: Park Jimin

Pro: The honeymoon phase is forever, Jimin always thinks it’s important to make sure you’re secure, happy, and satisfied in your relationship together. Fights are usually tame between both of you just being simple disagreements, he loves surprising you with cute things he finds while away/on tour.

Con: From Humble to greedy, From Divine to Sinful it only takes one step to be off the path. As trips and work shifts seem to get longer his infatuation gets deeper for you, and when he sees you he just wants to drink every drop and still thirst for more. One time they even extended a tour for bts, and he couldn’t take it anymore the phone and video sex weren’t enough anymore so he flew you out.

Name: Kim Taehyung (V)

Pro: Taehyung is just a nice shy guy, he couldn’t even make the first move, he just slipped you a cute note with his name and phone number. After a bit of texting you both got comfortable texting and talking to each other on the phone and he invites you over for dinner at his place. You’re hesitant at first but you go and both enjoy yourself a lot, both of you end up spending a lot of time together making people think you're both moving too fast. Taehyung defends both of your relationships, he honestly loves you and sees both of you being together for a long time.

Con: “It’s not true love if she’s not satisfied I’m bed.”, these are words Taehyung has taken to heart and keeps true to himself. So whenever both of you have sex he goes for as long and hard as he can. Taehyung may be rough in bed, but he’s always gentle with you during it fixing your hair, checking up on you, calling you sweet names he even gave you water during the middle of the sex when your throat sounded dry.

Name: Jeon Jungkook

Pro: Jungkook loves your personality, the way you talk, your interests just everything about you. But he really loves your body, whenever you could be wearing regular clothes, a nice dress, an oversized shirt, a nightgown, lingerie, or just fresh out of the shower he loves it. You’re his favorite person to take pictures of, even setting up photo shoots at places to put up in his studio.

Con: He wants to post them so badly, not in a malicious way but in a beautiful way. In old paintings there are women simply in gardens and rivers naked, it’ll be actually tasteful nudity and he knows people would come from around the world to see you like that. Even with photos, your skin looks so soft, and everything always seemed like it was made to make the best background for you.

#answered #bts smut #bangtan smut #bangtan sonyeondan smut #kpop smut #kpop idol smut #kim namjoon smut #kim seokjin smut #min yoongi smut #jung hoseok smut #park jimin smut #kim taehyung smut #jeon jungkook smut #kim namjoon scenarios #kim seokjin scenario #min yoongi scenario #jung hoseok scenarios #park jimin scenario #kim taehyung scenario #jeon jungkook scenario

[wwbtsdty]

Set My Soul On Fire [ 1 ] | 18+

Summary: The chances of meeting your soul flame were almost one in a eight billion, the only way of knowing you were a match? You had to happen to be in close proximity of each other, so how were you ever to find your one true flame when they possibly lived halfway around the globe. When you find out you matched with not one but four members from the biggest boy band in the world, you weren’t sure if you were incredibly lucky or headed for devastating heartbreak, but you were willing to find out.

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, smut, angst, fluff

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader, Yoongi x Hoseok

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: 6.7k+

Warnings: Explicit language, dom!jungkook, dom!jimin, dom!taehyung, dom!namjoon, sub!reader, slow burn smut, depictions of violence, possessiveness, polyamory, mentions of blood, anxiety, insecurities, trauma, jealousy, sexual tension. 

Author’s Note: More warnings to be added in later chapters. This is my first fanfic I’m sharing with the public, so please be kind. I’m working on becoming a better writer, for now sometimes this might seem like a jumbled mess, but practice makes perfect! Hopefully I can at least convey the stories I want in the best way I can. This is all fictional. 

Soul Flame | noun

A being with which you share a bond that cannot be broken.

A being who can feel their mates feelings and thoughts.

Soul Flames came into existence shortly after I had entered middle school, I can still remember the news reports blasting across every channel. You couldn’t turn on the television, radio or even walk down the street without being bombarded by the news. 

“Real or Fake?! First existence of soul mates discovered in Europe!”

“New phenomenon discovered, scientists have named Soul Flames!”

Soul Flames were people you instinctually bonded with, but the catch was only one person would be able to feel their soul flame initially, and only when they were within a short distance of each other. Scientists were still trying to figure out why only one person in the bond would be able to feel what the other person was feeling upon first meeting. Only when the bond was complete with your soul flame the other bond would be able to feel their thoughts and feelings.

The term Soul Flame had come from what happened upon mating. I guess each bond had a unique “flame” when they mated, the soul flames had described it as a colorful aura that enveloped them and created a feeling, which of course, couldn’t be described by anyone other than the bonded, as it wasn’t visible to the naked eye. This in itself made the idea of soul flames a lot for people to believe in, seeing is believing after all.

Everyone went a little crazy after the first announcement, running around getting as close to anyone they found remotely attractive to see if a bond would appear. After the first month though was when things really started to turn sideways. Without having any visible way of telling who was truly your soul flame, people started using this to their own advantage. Lying about being someone’s soul flame to get them to sleep with them, steal from them or worse. As quickly as a year from announcing the first bonded pair, the term Soul Flame had become synonymous with ghosts and Bigfoot, something the government would rather sweep under the rug then acknowledge.

When you had to be in such a short distance of your soul flame to even find one, how in the 8 million people in the world would you ever meet such a person, if they even existed?

April 16, 2022 - Las Vegas

BTS was currently the hottest boy band of the century, and you had somehow been lucky enough to score tickets to their first concert since the pandemic ended.

Normally you weren't much of a concert goer, masses of people squeezed tighter than sardines, girls shrieking and crying... you'd rather walk over hot coals. But, for Bangtan you were willing to make the sacrifice. To finally hear those gorgeous voices in person, see their lithe bodies dancing on stage. It had seemed only fate that their concert fell on your birthday, the perfect birthday present to yourself.

You glanced over at your friend dressed to kill, she looked like she was about to hit the red carpet, not the mosh pit that awaited us inside the stadium. You raised a brow at her questionable choice of shoes, 4 inch platform heels, you couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up. "How in the hell are you going to last all day in those heels Mel? I’m not helping you when you decide to ditch those bad boys and walk barefoot, remember what happened last time?" Last time being a party where she had drunkly thrown her shoes in the trash and then proceeded to step on some idiots broken beer bottle on our walk home.

She just scoffed at you, running her fingers down her body suggestively. "If you want to grab the bangtan boys attention you've got to dress the part, beauty is pain baby!"  To which you shook your head, “Seriously Mel, no more emergency room visits please.” You glanced around at the throngs of people swarming the stadium, you were shocked to find many if not all the girls were in fact dressed in their most eye-catching outfits, hair and makeup absolutely perfect. Sure there were some devoted army decked out in nothing but BTS gear, handmade signs held proudly with phrases like, “Marry Me Suga” or “Show me your Namtiddes,” a sign in particular that always made you chuckle.

Your eyes traveled down to your own plain tank top and denim shorts, topped off with your good ole beat up hot pink converse. You'd dressed knowing it was gonna be hot as hell in Vegas, let alone with all those bodies packed together. You could see the people now, straining as far across that threshold as they could get away with, fingers grasping for any member they could get there greedy fingers on. You didn’t feel like falling given your graceful status, you still remembered how much shit Mel gave you the last time you decided to wear heels and immediately ate it.

Not that you really cared how you looked, you knew no matter the show the boys put on it was just that, a show. I'm sure they thought some women.. or men(I don't pretend to know their sexual preference) in the crowd were hot. That's about as far as that goes though, some gossiping amongst each other, some flirting looks and dance moves, god help me if they sang Baepsae. But no one could honestly think anything would ever happen with one of them. Yes, they were devastatingly handsome, and they knew it. You had fallen in love with their music and dance moves long before their looks, the fact that they were hot was just a perk.

You finally reached the end of the line, a big burly man in a security jacket giving Mel a once over before scanning our tickets for entry. Music was blasting through the speakers as you walked into the stadium, you couldn’t help but wonder if the security guard was secretly an Army, maybe underneath that jacket he too had “Marry me Suga” on his shirt. Mel weaved through that crowd like she was in the matrix dragging you along for the ride, somehow we made it to the front of the stage unscathed.

Feedback rang throughout the stadium just as we got to our seats, the show was about to begin... cue the screaming girls. You quickly raised your hands to cover your ears against the onslaught, glancing over at Mel to complain only to suddenly be swarmed by crazed fans pushing to get as close to the stage as possible. 

“Fuck!” You shouted as you found yourself pressed harshly against the barrier, now you remember why you hated going to concerts in the first place. You were finding it difficult to breathe in this position, the crowd seemed to push harder, forcing your body almost across the barrier. Security guards were doing their best to force the masses back but were failing miserably. The familiar rush of adrenaline spread throughout your body, you felt the familiar onslaught of anxiety rearing its ugly head. Yet another reason you didn’t like to attend concerts, you knew not being able to breathe well was one of your triggers, silly you for thinking things could be different. You'd been working so hard with medication and psychologists to try to remedy this situation over the years, you thought you were prepared.

Please don’t do this to me now, I’ve waited for this moment for so long, the last thing I needed was a panic attack to ruin everything. 

You tried taking deep breaths in and out as you began to count the number of speakers on stage, a technique you had developed in therapy after discovering your need to distract your brain during the episodes. Still the adrenaline burned hotter in your body, the heat of Las Vegas was definitely not helping this situation. Nothing was working... you frantically searched the crowd for Mel. At this rate you were bordering on passing out, with this many people around you were bound to be trampled, here’s hoping she wouldn’t be attending your funeral. Here lies Y/N, trampled by crazed fans at a BTS concert after having a stupid panic attack.

Harsh Korean words echoed throughout the stadium, the sound of fighting ensued as people could be seen moving about quickly back stage, you could just make out two other people holding someone back as he tried to break away. Just as your eyesight started to blur a tuft of black hair came running on stage frantically, his worried eyes scouring the crowd as the screams from the crowd reached a crescendo. Your gaze met with his and you were suddenly falling as the world went black around you.

[ Italics will briefly signify Korean ]

“What were you thinking?! You could have gotten hurt, let alone the pictures that will be splattered across every front page!” 

“Fuck I wasn’t thinking hyung, you know that better than anyone! I just knew I had to get to her…. I could feel her.”

You could just make out people shouting around you, a loud crash registering as you blinked back into consciousness. You let out a brief whine squinting against the blinding fluorescent lights. Shit you felt like you’d been hit by a semi truck. You try hard to remember what happened, flashes of screaming fan girls and not being able to breathe clouding your vision.

“Guys she’s waking up, let’s all just calm down and not freak her out more than she already will be.”

You registered someone gently cradling your hand, sweeping their fingers softly across your wrist in comfort. “Hey there, go slowly.. you fell and hit your head pretty hard. How are you feeling?” A deep voice whispered,  your eyes fully opening to the sight of four men crowding around you.

All at once everything came back to you, the concert, the crushing swarm of fan girls, the sweltering heat causing your anxiety to skyrocket before you ultimately lost consciousness. But more importantly… was Park Jimin from BTS currently holding your hand or did you actually get crushed to death?

You nervously snatched your hand from his grasp, frantically shuffling backwards in your confusion as an arm shot out to steady you before you fell off the couch. “Yah! Careful!” You glanced down to the tattooed arm wrapped around your stomach then up to the person it belonged to, large almond eyes stared worriedly into your own making your stomach to clench.

“J-… ungkook? Jeon Jungkook?”

That familiar bunny smile on display that made your heart falter, he gave a shy nod as his arm tightened around you. 

“Wha-… What the hell is going on? Did I hit my head harder than I thought? Wait... am I dead? I’m dead aren’t I? I never thought this would be the way I would go, crushed by fan girls! I mean, granted I thought maybe you guys would at least be shirtless if I were in heaven…” The word vomit wouldn’t stop, you felt increasingly nervous as you rambled on taking in the members around you.

Jimin’s angel like laughter broke your reverie as he whispered softly, “I mean… I can make that happen if that’s what you want Y/N.” The blood rush to your face at his comment, warmth gathering in your stomach at the idea of Jimin shirtless. No doubt you were blushing based on the curious stares you were getting from Namjoon and Taehyung across the room.

Wait.. he had just spoken Korean hadn’t he? You were almost positive you didn’t know Korean.. did you?

I mean sure you had tried to learn it briefly one summer during lockdown, you thought it would be nice not have to rely on the captions when you watched your drama’s. But that was it, you knew just enough to get by. “How can I understand you?” You could feel everyone’s eyes on you as they considered your comment.

“Well, my best guess is because of the bond… but there’s never been another soul flame where someone spoke another language so...” Namjoon shrugged, explaining like it was the most natural thing in the world to understand. A nervous snort escaped you as you looked at Namjoon like he had grown horns, “Wait wait… what—did you say Soul Flame? Aren’t those like fairy tales you tell little girls and boys these days?”

Jungkook and Jimin suddenly looked like you had just kicked their puppy or something, “It’s not a fairy tale…” Taehyung piped in sullenly. Namjoon cleared his throat stepping closer, “Tae’s right, Soul Flames very much still exist and we believe you may be ours. Jungkook was more than willing to risk his life on just that. ” He shot jungkook a glare, that all too familiar chin jutting out angrily. Jungkook pulled you tightly against him until you could feel the hard planes of his chest burning into your back, “I wasn’t going to stand by and do nothing,” He spoke vehemently under his breathe.

You were still stuck on one keyword in his sentence, “Ours? Ours who? You don’t mean…” You signaled to all four of them, “All of you are my Soul Flames? I thought you only had 1 Soul Flame… if it even existed.” You weren’t ever expecting to find your Soul Flame in your lifetime, no one really did, let alone 4 of them. How in the hell did that even work?

“Honestly, we’re not sure how this happened either, maybe it’s because we have such a strong bond as members that this happened? There’s so much that’s not known about Soul Flames, no one really cares to research anymore after all that has happened. There could be many multiple person pairs out there we just don’t know about.” Namjoon sighs rubbing at his temple in annoyance, “What we do know is we will have to deal with the repercussions tomorrow morning of Jungkooks display, right now we’d just like to get you somewhere safe. We rushed you back stage after you collapsed and had our physician on staff check you out while you were under. He said you’d probably just have a bad headache and some bruising but nothing too serious.” He handed you a bottle of water and some pills, “Aspirin, I’m sure your head is killing you after that fall.”

You had momentarily forgotten just how crappy you felt, quickly downing the medicine and water. “Thank you, now that you mentioned it my head is really killing me…” rubbing at the back of your head, you were sure there would be a nice bump back there tomorrow… “Wait! What about the concert?” You exclaimed, hoping you hadn’t ruined everything. Jungkook rested his chin on your shoulder squeezing you reassuringly, “We postponed it… we’ll get on VLive later tonight to console Army’s, I’m sure they will understand.” Oh sure, you’ll just explain that some random girl is now bonded to 4 of the hottest boy band members in the world, this would go over real well. Mel would so get a kick out of your predicament, you were always one who stayed as far from the spotlight, unlike your attention loving friend.

Mel! Shit! She was probably worried sick, or not if she had seen Jungkook jump off stage and carry me off. “Where are my things? I need to text Mel she’s probably worried sick about me.”

Jimin handed me my purse from the side table with a small smile, his fingers lingering on mine as I took it from him. I quickly shot off a text to Mel, leaving out of course that I was with BTS and somehow they thought I was their Soul Flame.

I’m okay, will explain later, go back to the hotel without me.

My phone chimed almost immediately.

Bitch I’d hope your better than okay after myself and everyone else in the world saw you get carried away in Jungkook’s arms. TELL ME EVERYTHING!! 😈

You groaned, you should have expected this...

I can’t explain right now, I promise I’ll talk to you when I can. xoxo 

Tucking your phone into your purse as you ignored the string of chimes erupting from a no doubt angry Mel, you heard rather than saw Namjoon shuffle closer, “I do hope you know discretion is best in times like this… I know you're not familiar with paparazzi but they can be brutal. We'll let our managers decide how to deal with everything, so please don’t mention anything to anyone yet.” You totally agreed with him, “Of course, I won’t say a thing… not like anyone would believe me anyway,” you whispered under your breathe. 

“Great, so we’ve already got a room ready for you at the hotel, we have gone ahead and doubled our security in light of tomorrows headlines. We all agreed we would feel safer with you nearby where we can protect you. The rest of the group has gone on ahead. I can send someone out to get your belongings if you let me know where you were staying.” Namjoon rattled off so matter of fact it made your head reel, you just nodded along as you were still processing the fact that you were going to be in the same hotel, no the same floor even as BTS.

Jimin reached down to help you up but Jungkook had beat him to it, hoisting you up into his arms and tucking you against his chest securely. You wiggled in protest, “Wait! I can walk. I’m sure i’m heavy!” He just smiled down at me, “Muscle Bunny... remember?” Your stomach did that weird flip flop again, his face so close to yours, that little mole under his lip driving you to distraction.

Taehyung placed a hat and some sunglasses on you, giving a little shrug, “Just in case, we’ve cleared a path to the vans but you never know.”

We arrived at some sort of underground parking garage, a black van with tinted windows was waiting for us. Jungkook swiftly tucked me into one of the waiting bucket seats, fastening my seat belt for me. Just as he was about to sit in the unoccupied bucket seat beside me Taehyung nudge him out of the way taking the seat and securing his seat belt. He stuck his tongue out at Jungkook signaling to the back seats, “You’ve had her long enough, my turn!” 

The ride to the hotel was uneventful, luckily the other vans with the other members had left earlier garnering the attention of the fans, so it was pretty much a ghost town by the time you left. You stared thoughtfully out at the brilliantly lit streets, mobs of people littering the Las Vegas Strip. Normal people up until recently you had been, you still wondered if this was just a dream you’d wake up from any minute. Taehyung softly took your hand in his with a coy smile as you turned his way, his thumb sweeping across your wrist. “You okay?” You gave him a tired smile, feeling beyond exhausted all of sudden. “Yah.. just tired, I think everything is hitting me all at once.” You sighed softly, feeling strangely comforted by his gesture.

The rest of the drive was silent as you drifted in and out, trying your best to keep your eyes open. Taehyung gave your shoulder a squeeze making you to look over to him, “We’re here… don’t worry, security has taken care of everything. We’ll take a private elevator to our floor, we have the whole floor so nobody will be able to have access that shouldn’t. We’ll keep you safe.” You looked around the van at the rest of the guys, all sharing a similar smile, Taehyung gave a tiny hwaiting.

[ Italics no longer signifies Korean ]

Just as Taehyung had said, the way up to the rooms was relatively painless. So this is what the VIP experience is like you thought, as you headed towards the last elevator, you were blinded by a bright light the moment you rounded the corner, the boys rushed you into the elevator crowding around you protectively. You found yourself pressed up against Jungkook’s chest, someone else forming a solid wall behind you. The security guards blocked the elevator with their bodies as well until the doors closed in front of you.

“Dammit.” You heard Namjoon whisper behind you, oh so that's who that was you thought. “How did they find us...” He sighed, his fingers gently sweeping down your arm in reassurance, whether for you or him you weren’t quite sure. You squirmed between Jungkook and Namjoon awkwardly, feeling your face flush at your current predicament. Namjoon’s breathe feathered softly across your neck sending shivers down your spine, a current of arousal shot through you as the heat from both their bodies permeated yours. A groan erupted behind you, Jungkook’s fingers digging into your sides sharply.

A thought suddenly occurred to you, if they were telling the truth and you really were bonded, then they could feel your emotions.. fuck.You bit your lip trying to contain your thoughts as you squirmed in their grasp trying to put some distance between you. It was futile of course, with five people crowded in the elevator there was barely enough room to breathe. 

“Please stop moving.” Namjoon grunted behind you going deathly still, you were suddenly very aware of something hard pressing against your ass. “Sorry,” you squeaked out ceasing your movements, your eyes glued to the elevator numbers slowly going up. Your mind betrayed you, suddenly recalling the way Namjoon’s shirt had clung to his chest in the most recent VLive, everyone had taken notice since he started working out, and with him pressed up against your back there was no way you couldn’t take notice of his recent efforts. You only just resisted the urge not to press yourself back against him, Namtiddies indeed. 

You could feel Namjoon’s gaze burning a hole in the back of your head the entire rest of the ride, Jungkook’s fingers kneading the flesh of your waist gently. These boys were going to be the death of you, like literal combustion. The elevator finally announced your floor and you could not get out fast enough, shoving your way around Jungkook you practically sprinted out the door into the penthouse, breathing in deeply you placed a hand on your chest willing your heart to calm down. 

The boys slowly sauntered out after, you noticed more than a few of them having to adjust themselves. Nope, no no no you did not just notice that! You shook your head trying to look anywhere but their crotches. You couldn’t figure out what was wrong with you, the longer you stayed in their presence the hotter your arousal for them burned. Of course they were hot, millions of fans around the world plastering their seductive dances and facial expressions on the internet couldn’t be wrong. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t ever stumble upon a fan fiction or YouTube video. First things first, figure out what situation you had gotten yourself into and how not to get killed by ARMY.

Taehyung was the first to speak up, “We have two penthouse suites on this floor, myself, Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook are in this suite. So we thought it would be best you stayed here with us.” Jimin directed you towards a room on the right, “This is your room, it used to be Jungkook’s room since he won the single room, but he graciously agreed to let you have it and bunk on the couch.” Shaking your head adamantly you stepped towards the couch, “You don’t have to do that, I’m totally fine sleeping on the couch. Besides it’ll probably the most expensive couch I’ve ever slept on by the looks of this place.”

Jungkook quickly jumped on the couch, spreading out and making himself at home, “Your our Soul Flame, you get the bedroom. We all agreed you should have some privacy, I’m sure this is as strange a circumstance for us as it is for you. Besides It’s not the first couch I’ve had to sleep on.” Taehyung gave you a gentle nudge in the direction of your room, inside was a queen size bed, an en suite bathroom to the right with a large claw foot tub; you would definitely be utilizing that at some point.

“We’ll let you have a moment to yourself, whenever you're ready come on out to the living room and we’ll talk, okay?” The door closed with a quiet click behind Namjoon. You could hear muted whispers from the living room as you face planted onto the bed with a giant sigh. How in the actual hell had you gone from a normal girl attending a concert to suddenly sleeping in the same penthouse as BTS. You rolled onto your back starring up at the ceiling, quickly grabbing a pillow to shove your face into to conceal your loud squeal.

Alright, calm down Y/N. You’ve got to talk to everyone and figure out what the hell is going on.

You wanted to say they were mistaken, who were you to be the Soul Flame to 4 of the hottest boy band members in the world? You could barely make it through college, between your anxiety and loosing your father, some days you could barely get out of bed. How would you even know if was real? Though its not like they had anything to gain from pretending to be your soul flames, they were the ones risking so much on a girl like you, the ones with the most to lose.

If you were to believe you were truely Soul Flames, you had definitely ended up on the wrong side of the bond, you couldn’t feel any of their emotions. The only thing you got was this ever burning arousal, intrusive thoughts of stripping each of them bare to finally see how they looked underneath those costumes, brief glimpses you'd had of Jungkook’s abs and Namjoons chest in pictures flashed vividly in your thoughts. Your mind already imagining their sweaty bodies entangled with yours--Whoa, down girl! Maybe I needed to take a cold shower after all.

You heard someone choking outside your door, along with some other colorful expletives causing you to flush bright red, you had forgotten the whole thought sharing thing yet again, this was really going to take some getting used to, you really needed to get your this under control. Covering your face with your hands you curled up on the bed in embarrassment wondering how you would face them now.

Outside in the living room everyone had gathered including Yoongi, Jin and Hoseok.

Jungkook choked on his water, coughing loudly as a very vivid image suddenly entered his mind. Jimin’s eyes widened at the same time whispering a curse under his breathe, they both glanced towards your door. “Alright, lets try not to make her uncomfortable… I can only imagine what's it’s like for her, having one person let alone four know what you're thinking and feeling without being able to stop it.” Namjoon stood up declaring to the room, he looked directly over at Hoseok and Yoongi who were laughing at their members predicament.

“Yah, don’t look at us! We’ve already been through this shit once, paybacks a bitch as they say.” Yoongi continued laughing his ass off, Hoseok nudging him in the ribs to indicate that was enough. “Look, we’ll help as much as we can, but just because we’re Soul Flames doesn’t mean she’ll believe us either.” Hoseok shrugged regarding his mate with a fond smile.

Namjoon happened a glance over at Jin, he was smiling but he knew him better, Jin was devastated. All the talk amongst the group after SOPE had officially been announced as Soul Flames, the excited chatter in the group at their potential future partners, Jin had always seemed the most excited; he couldn’t help feeling horrible at the situation. Jin was the only one in the group without a mate now, “Hyung...” Jin shook his head, smiling gently at Namjoon, “Don’t, this is a happy occasion. You guys have found your Soul Flame, I can’t wait to meet her. Besides, our world tour coming up I’m bound to meet my fated one as well!” Truth be told of course he was hurting, but he’d never want to dampen his brothers elation at having found their mate. Who would have thought that the rest of the members would match with one woman, it was unheard of. There had only been two person pairs, never has there been a five person pair.. at least not one that had come out in public he thought.

“Is she ever going to come out?” Taehyung whined, pacing the floor anxiously, Jimin cautiously approach the door knocking softly, “Y/N? Baby? You okay in there… you’ve been in there a while now, everyone’s getting antsy.” All eyes turned to the door as it slowly creaked open, you peeked out into the living room. Hoseok sprang into action, jumping from the couch and bounding straight towards you causing you to stumble back at his eagerness, he quickly enveloped you in his arms, “We finally meet! I’m J-Hope! Of course you know that! But I wanted to properly introduce myself!” Even his hugs felt like sunshine, his contagious smile instantly relaxing you as you melted in his embrace. Yoongi had walked up behind while laughed along with Hobi. “You finally came out, we were beginning to wonder.” Smiling shyly you nodded, “I just needed some time… this has all been a lot today.” Yoongi nodded along with you crossing his arms over his chest, “Yes, I’m sure its a lot to take in… I hope the boys have treated you well so far.”

Jin appeared around the corner, a cart full of every kind of food known to mankind. “I didn’t know what you liked but I thought you might be hungry! I would have made something but alas no kitchen, we’ll get some of World Wide Handsome’s famous cooking in your belly soon enough though!” Your stomach growled right on queue, you didn’t even realize how hungry you had become with everything that had happened. Jin pulled out a chair for you as he began unloading all the dishes on the table, “Well don’t just stand there staring, this food isn’t going to eat itself!” Namjoon shook his head as the rest of the boys groaned at the horrible dad joke, Jin just laughed at his own joke as usual, you were beginning to realize the boys you had seen in so many video’s were really the same when the camera’s were off.

Everyone gathered around the table taking their seats, Jungkook and Jimin rushing to make your plate, you watched begrudgingly as they filled it to the brim, “Guys! there’s no way I’m going to be able to eat all that,” You snatched the plate from them before they could start in on a second plate for you. Jimin pouted sullenly drawing your attention to those pillowy soft lips, you bit your lower lip imaging it was his. You had always wondered how good his lips would feel on yours. He had such plush kissable lips, they had always drawn your attention whenever you saw his photographs. Jimin’ caged you against the table suddenly, his hands on either side of you as he pressed himself flush against you, “Wanna find out?” His breathe fanned across your jaw, lips brushing ever so softly against your ear as he spoke, your heart pounded in your chest, gripping the table behind you tightly. A smirk lifted his lips as he placed a soft kiss to your neck, backing up to take in your flushed predicament. Just as quickly as the smirk had appeared his familiar angelic smile replaced it as he released you from his spell to pull out a chair for you.

He loved that he was able to affect you so much, he could only imagine just how far that blush would spread down your body when he had you underneath him, would your breasts flush such a lovely shade of red as well. Would your body be pliant in his arms as he covered your body with these lips you seemed to love so, if you’d let him he would worship you with them as you deserved. Shaking away the daydreams he sat down next to Taehyung and reigned himself in, he didn’t want to rush you and scare you away, so he would behave himself until the time was right.

You sat in stunned silence, casting your face down as if the plate of food was suddenly incredibly interesting. Taehyung sat down next to you shooting daggers Jimin’s way, he quickly reached out to grab your hand, “No fair Y/N, I want a kiss too!” He began sprinkling kisses along your knuckles, nipping your index finger to get your attention on him causing you to gasp. He sent you a sly smile as he took the tip of your finger into his mouth apologetically, giving it a soft kitten lick. The sexual tension in the room skyrocketed, a warmth quickly spreading through you abdomen as you watched Taehyung press a kiss to each of your fingertips.

A loud crack rang out as Namjoon smacked his hands down on the table causing everyone to jump, you snatched your hand back grateful for the break in attention. “Yah! Give Y/N some room to breathe for crying out loud!” He wasn’t sure if he was just mad he hadn’t been in their place or worried for your sake, what he did know is they were going to scare you away at this rate. He knew the feelings on one side of the bond came on strong, much stronger than the other side, he had seen it happen with Yoongi and Hobi, but feeling it was a whole other matter in itself. It had taken all of his strength not to jump across the table when he sensed your arousal earlier, he wanted to lock you away, fuck you into accepting them as your Soul Flames, watch as you fell apart under him screaming his name until your voice went hoarse. Watching the rest of his brothers garnering your attention was driving him crazy. He knew he had to be the voice of reason as always for the group, the younger members were always ones to give into their emotions, so he had to control his in order for some sort of order.

Everyone went silent after the outbreak, turning their attention to their food. Once everyone had just about finished eating Namjoon decided it was time to address the matter at hand, “So, Y/N… I know this is probably a lot to comprehend, that’s why I wanted to include Yoongi and Hobi for this conversation to answer whatever questions you have regarding Soul Flames. As you and the rest of the world know, they are Soul Flames so they’ve been through this process before.” You had almost forgotten they had been revealed to the world as Soul Flames, it having been so early in their career, their business wasn’t as wide spread online as it is now. I think many had brushed it off as something staged for publicity, but hearing it was real was somewhat reassuring. There would be someone who has gone through this before, someone to rely on and answer all the question burning in the back of your mind.

“Whatever you need, I’m here. Even if its just someone to talk to when the boys get to be too much!” Hobi smiled in my direction as Namjoon continued, “I think we felt you the moment you entered the stadium, but it was rather hard to distinguish our feelings of excitement from yours. It wasn’t until we felt your fear that we knew our Soul Flame was close.”

Jungkook reached out entwining his fingers with yours, “I felt like I was suffocating, everyone wanted to wait, send out a bodyguard to find you. But I just had to get to you, I couldn’t fight it… and the Hyungs couldn’t hold me back. I’m sorry for creating this problem, I wish I had been better able to control myself.” You felt your heart sink, the last thing you wanted was to make him feel so sad and ashamed of himself, something inside of you never wanted these men to ever feel pain or sadness. You squeezed his hand tightly shaking your head adamantly, “It’s alright, please don’t feel bad about anything that happened. I’m sure I could have been injured worse had you not stepped in when you did. I’m sure your company will be able to deal with everything, right?” His eyes shined brightly giving you a wide smile, using your entertwined hands to pull you into him and hug you tightly. He was squeezing you so tightly for a moment you felt all the breathe leave you lungs, you gave a little squeak trying to signal that he was holding you too tightly. “Kook… too tight.” He immediately released you as you gulped in air, everyone laughing as Jungkook’s blushed.

“I know its hard to accept you are our Soul Flame, I can’t really explain how we know… we just, we can feel you… like you’re a part of our thoughts, your emotions driving ours. When you feel an emotion strongly its all we can feel, it takes over everything inside us, That’s why Kook, and all of us really, went a little crazy when we felt your anxiety, your fear. Kook has just always been the most emotional of all of us, that might be why he did what he did without thinking of the consequences.” Taehyung spoke softly, hoping to convey a little bit of what they felt.

“We can take things as slow as you want, we are just glad you came into our lives. We want to learn everything about you, spend time with you and hope you in turn develop the same bond we feel. We understand it will be hard, but now that we’ve found you we don’t want to live without you.” Namjoon’s words caused your heart to race, could someone like you really be all that they hoped for. What if you didn’t live up to their expectations, you weren’t some beautiful actress, you weren’t even Korean. How could you possibly ever hope to keep their love, there were millions of people in the world better than you to be their Soul Flame, why would you ever think the world has chosen you.

You sighed deeply, “How could this ever work…? My life is here, my friends are here. I have a few weeks left in my semester. Not to mention you guys are— well your BTS and I’m just, me. You guys have to go back to Korea, back to your lives.” Even if you did believe you were meant to be with them, there was just no way it would ever work out, you were both from two different worlds.

“We don’t know exactly how yet, but we will find a way to make it work. Please just, can you try…” Your heart ached as you glanced at Jungkook who looked on the verge of tears before taking in each of their heartbroken expressions.

“We still have concerts to put on here in the US, we could stay until you have finished your semester. Then maybe you would like to come to Korea with us for the summer? We would take care of everything… consider it a vacation?” Namjoon quickly formulated a plan upon seeing the rest of his members sad faces, with the postponement of the concerts they could easily move some things around until Y/N finished. He just hoped she would be able to then fly back with them, let them show her around Korea and hopefully convince her of their bond in the meantime.

You breathed in deeply gathering your strength, “I have never been to Korea before…” maybe, just maybe you could take a leap of faith for once in your life and be brave.

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Her House

SUMMARY — It’s not Harry’s house anymore, it’s your daughters.

PAIRING — Dad!Harry Styles x Mom!Reader ( SMAU / 0.4k )

AUTHORS NOTE — Inspired by As It Was BTS because dadrry has my entire heart

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Harry smiles, watching you tend to your daughter from across the room. You put her down for her afternoon nap an hour ago, hoping she’d sleep for a few hours. Harry smiled knowingly, watching you lift the very awake little girl into your arms. Her small hands, which you kissed a million times a day, now all sweaty from being tucked under her chin, grabbed onto the neckline of your top and your gold necklace chain.

Harry reached out for the both of you, smiling fondly. He took the baby from your arms, pecking your lips and then your forehead when you came close enough. Your daughter, still tired from her lack of nap, laid her head down on Harry’s shoulder, small fingers grabbing at the hair on his neck.

“Missed Daddy?” You cooed, sitting down opposite to them. The concrete floor was cold beneath your thighs, and you shivered a bit. “It’s only been a couple hours.” You scoffed playfully, shrieking in pure adoration when Harry lifted a naked foot in your direction, pretending to kick you away.

“Leave ‘m girl alone.” He teased, nibbling at the baby’s neck with a gentle fondness that you’d only seen him possess with her. Sure, your husbands great with children and he loves them all, but you’ve never seen any love like the one her has for you and her. “Gonna be a Daddy’s girl when yer older, yeah?”

You laughed heartily, rolling your eyes. “Already is.” You couldn’t help but watch them both with a love drunk smile on your lips. If this was the happiest moment of your life, it would be the best one ever.

“Let me get a picture of you two.” You prompted, not waiting for Harry to agree; he always did. You leant forward on your knees, pulling your phone out of your side pocket. “Can Mommy have this? Just for one second?” You coax the dummy from between her lips, able to snap a few pictures of your loves together before her chin quivers and soft cries dramatic escape her, Harry’s smile doubling as he laughs.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Here, you can have your dummy back, sweet girl.” You giggled, leaning forward to settle the nipple back between her lips. She settles in seconds, cuddling back into Harry’s arms like nothing happened.

“Definitely Daddy’s girl.” You smirked, giggling. Harry rolled his eyes fondly, shoved at your leg with his foot, effectively knocking you over this time. The both of you laughed loudly, more in love then ever.

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Raph:

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- Can and will convince someone that the earth is flat

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- Emotionally constipated

- Invests mony in cryptocurrency

- A U T I S M

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- "Don't know don't care"

- Has used the #blacklivesmatter for the good

- A minor

- Noticed they were gone

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- Depressed

- Would wear a "blue label" T-shirt

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- Moonwalks their way in and out of trouble

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- Could and did dropkick a child

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Rapper

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 5.2k

Includes- Oral, pussy eating, cum eating, blow job, deepthroating, riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluffy fluff

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J POV

"You're so full of shit", I inform my best friend, Yoongi, rolling my eyes at him

"I'm really not", he answers, lazily, "It's what's said about rappers. After all we have to talk really fast"

"That doesn't mean shit", I argue, "It's just like the saying dancers are the best in bed"

He thinks for a moment, "Eh I'd say gymnasts are the best in bed. More flexible"

"Fuck you Yoongi. I'm flexible"

"Not as flexible as a gymnast"

I snort, "Where will you ever meet a gymnast? Oh yeah never"

"I meet more people than you", he shoots back

I can't argue with that

But I'm going to anyways

"Still never met a gymnast who'll sleep with you"

He smirks cockily, "Please. I'm famous Jo. All I have to say is I'm Suga and girls will drop their panties for me"

"You're a fucking pig", I snap

He shrugs, "At least I get laid"

"So do I!", I yell

I mean I do when I want to

But I'm not about sleeping with random people

I'm not a one night stand person like he is

I don't open my legs for just anyone

"It still stands though. Rappers have the best tongues and are the best at oral"

I don't even know how we got on this argument

We were watching a movie and oh yeah, the people were having sex

And we were being asses, critiquing it

Then he said that whole rappers have the best tongue thing

Maybe they do

But him?

He doesn't even like going down on a girl so what the fuck is he bragging for?

"Right and your tongue is the best?"

"Damn right"

I just laugh, "You don't eat girls out! You hate the taste of cum! How can you say your tongue is the best?"

"Because to the select few I do, they say it's amazing"

"Wow all two girls?", I snap

"Six. Six girls smarty pants", he growls

"Guess I missed that review on Yelp", I say sarcastically

"Shut up", he snaps, "My tongue is far superior. I don't have to like the way cum tastes to be good at it"

Oh my god, he actually believes his bullshit

"You're not experienced enough to be that good"

"I'll prove it to you right now"

My heart starts racing at what he could mean

"Yeah how?", I answer back, not giving away the pounding of my heart

"I'll eat you out"

Yeah he went there

I feel my mouth drop open at this turn of events

Why would he want to do that to me?

Is my opinion that important?

I'd say no because he doesn't care what I say about other things

"You want ..uh.."

"To eat your pussy", he repeats, smirking, "I'll make you cum so much you won't know what hit you"

"Uh why? You hate eating cum"

He's said that over and over before, telling me how he spits their cum out because it tastes gross

So why is he so adamant about doing this?

"Because you're doubting me"

I really can't think as my brain is not processing the information

All I think is Yoongi, tongue, cum

"Yea fine", I hear myself say

He nods once, then shoves me down on his bed

Jesus Christ

His hands are already pulling my leggings and panties off

I feel myself getting wet just watching him take my clothes off

He moves his hands under my shirt, pushing it up and over my head

Why is he taking my shirt and now bra off?

"Uh-"

"Might as well see you completely naked. Plus after you cum a few times, I'll play with your boobs to make it better"

God he has such fucking confidence he's gonna make me cum

Once my bra is off, he looks down and I suddenly realize I'm naked and exposed

My hands immediately move over my boobs as I snap my legs closed

"No jagi, lemme see"

Total confusion comes over me when I hear him call me jagi

Jagi?

That's a name for a girlfriend

Not your best friend who you're gonna eat out

The confusion looses my hands and he pulls them off my chest

I watch his eyes rake across me and I bite my lip, suddenly feeling shy

I can't imagine that

Me, shy in front of Yoongi?

This is the guy who gave me his hoodie when I had my first period and I bled everywhere

He's the one who checked the back of my pants when it happened, telling me

This is the guy who I told all about my first time having sex

Who I still talk to about my sex life, telling him how good or bad the sex was with whoever I slept with

This is the guy who I keep no secrets from, can be my loud, obnoxious self around and who I know I can do or say anything to him and he won't ever judge me

He knows me inside and out

And I'm shy in front of him?

I'd never thought that'd ever happen in a million years

"Pretty", he says, "Sexy body"

I'm in such disbelief that he likes the way I look

My skin shivers when his fingers softly trace the only tattoo I have

A phoenix on my right ribs

Christ, his touch feels so good

After a second, he pulls his hand away like he's not supposed to be touching me this way

Instead he pulls his shirt off and I gape at him

And his hot as fuck body

I have no idea why his shirt's off

"Just in case you drench me, I don't want my shirt to be soaked", he smirks

And just like that he's a cocky asshole again

He puts his long black hair in a low ponytail and I'm just fucking awed that he can get even hotter

No fair

He grabs my ankles pulling me down the bed to the edge while he kneels down

Oh god this is actually happening

His hands grip my thighs, opening my legs wide

"Fuck yes", he groans, "God you look so good"

Never have I ever thought I'd hear Yoongi talk to me like this

Never

I'm suddenly thrown into pleasure as his tongue buries in me, swirling fast and hard

"Oh my fuck!", I scream, my body arching already

Burying my hands in his hair, I tug hard as he goes at it

My god he was right

His tongue is amazing

"Yoongi fuck, Yoongi", I cry so close already

He's that good

A few more licks is all it takes and I scream, pleasure blinding me as I explode

"Yoongi!", I yell his name, holding his face against my pussy

When it's over, my body deflates as I breath hard

His mouth pulls away and he asks, "So?"

I lift my head and when I see him in between my legs, I get horny again

Jesus

That's a hot sight

"Huh?"

"How's my tongue?", he smirks, "I think you liked it since, you know, you came almost immediately"

"It's....it's..."

How can I tell him that it was amazing?

His head will just get bigger

Plus a shy feeling overwhelms me again

"Tell the truth", he urges

"It...was the best tongue I ever had on me", I confess, "I've never been eaten out so good"

"Told you", he smirks

"Yeah yeah"

"Want more?"

I raise my eyebrow, "You want to do more?"

He's always told me that he stops after the girl has one orgasm

He nods, "You taste really good"

My heart stops, hearing his words

Did he say...I taste good ?

"Uh really? But you hate-"

"Not yours", he says so fast

"Not mine? Really?", I ask doubtfully

He nods, "Yeah. Your juice is good but you cum is the best I ever tasted. The best thing I ever tasted"

Oh my lord

I'm actually shocked into silence for a few seconds

He's saying everything that's the complete opposite of what he's been telling me for years

He hates the taste of cum but he likes mine

He doesn't go down on girls after their first orgasm but he's ready to do it to me again

Doesn't make sense

"But you said you don't like going down on girls"

"But the right girl", he says, his eyes darting to mine, then away, "I can eat her out all day. Everyday. Swallow her cum and keep going until she can't cum anymore"

My heart thumps in hope but I squash it

I can't think of him like that

Not again

Not after last time

When I thought he felt the same but then he excitedly called me telling me that he has a girlfriend

A girl he thinks he loves

And I was devastated

After that I refused to think of him like that

I locked all those feelings in a box, shoved it down inside me and never looked back

So I won't let a passing thing he said affect me

"Plus I promised you multiple orgasms and when I promise something I deliver"

Ok that's more like the Yoongi I know

"So yeah?", he asks

"Yeah", I answer

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, his mouth is on my clit sucking hard, sending me right into pleasure

"Oh Yoongi fuck", I moan, him sucking harder, "Yoongi, you're tongue fuck. God so fucking good"

He moans loudly, going harder, his fingers digging into my thighs

I notice that when I call his name or compliment him, he goes harder on me

He has a praise kink

Who would have thought?

"Yoongi, don't stop. Please", I moan, right there, "More"

He groans, sucking and tugging, sending me right into an intense orgasm

"Yoongi! Oh my god. Yoongi!", I yell, feeling so fucking good

"Fuck, so good", he moans, "God, how are you this good?"

His tongue slides down, sliding all the way inside me

I gasp, clenching on as much of his tongue as I can, my moans louder than before

Oh god, I've never experienced this before

Never had a tongue inside me

He pulls his tongue out and fuck I miss it

But I don't miss it for long when he slides it back inside

His tongue moves fast, fucking into me, my pussy tight on him every time he goes in

"Fuck!", I cry, immense pleasure all over me

I've never been tongue fucked before but God do I love it

I feel myself getting so wet and I realize he's was right to take his shirt off

"Please cum for me", he whines, his tongue not missing a stroke, "Fall apart on my tongue jagi"

The name jagi does it and when his tongue comes back inside, I clench around it, my orgasm running through me as bliss takes over and I scream his name

"Yoongi! Yoongi!"

His mouth, his tongue doesn't stop, this time wiggling inside me every thrust in

I'm fisting his hair hard, my hips having a mind of their own, snapping into his face

His hands slide up my body, holding my boobs, his thumbs playing with my nipples

I feel myself get soaked and I don't know how he's not drowning

"Fuck my face jagi. Don't stop", he whines and I realized I stopped moving

Moving my hips again, I grind into his face, his moans spurring me on

"Yoongi. I...I...", I cry, my eyes shut tight

"Mmmm", he urges, the next thrust of his tongue pushing me over the edge

He shoves his tongue in as I cum around it, my legs shake around his head, his name falling from my lips, riding the pleasure he's giving me,

God this is the best

When I finish, he pulls his tongue out, licking softly

My body relaxes on his bed, my eyes closed

I just need a minute then I'll blow him as a thank you

I startle when I feel his lips pressing kisses into my inner thighs

Uh what?

I look down, watching him kiss me slowly, wondering what the fuck is going on

He slowly rises, his lips all over my stomach, hands running up my sides

I lift my head more just in time to watch him kiss all over my tattoo

"I really really like this", he whispers, pressing his lips to my skin

Lifting my shakey hand, I softly run my fingers in his hair

I kinda messed up the ponytail

It's still on but strands are falling around his face

He's still perfect as always

He moans softly, now his lips on my skin between my boobs

"Yoongi", I whimper, breathing harder

"Oh god, fuck", he whispers, his lips wrapping around my nipple, his tongue licking

"Ohh", I moan, pleasure shooting straight to my pussy, feeling myself leaking

"Fuck your sounds are so pretty", he says, his voice deep

And fucking sexy

His mouth moves to my other nipple, sucking softly

This feels way too intimate

Especially for what it started out as him "proving" to me that his tongue is superior

And he proved that

Four times

After a few minutes on my nipple, he moves, continuing trailing kisses up my chest and onto my neck

"Ffff..fuck", I gasp, his lips on the spot that feels the best, the weight of him on top of me so good

More kisses move to my cheek, then the next thing I know, he presses his lips against mine, kissing me

Finally kissing me

And fuck, I'm not wasting this opportunity

He licks my lip and I gladly open my mouth for him, letting his tongue in

The second his tongue moves against mine, I can't help but moan

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I fall into his kiss until there's nothing in my head but him, until I can't feel anything but his mouth on mine

I knew kissing him would be amazing

I knew it

But still, I won't let those feelings out

I know this is just one time

And I'm going to take it

"Mmm jagi, gonna show me what that flexible, dancer body can do?"

Hell yes

Putting my hand on the back of his neck, I crash my lips to his, kissing him hard

He responds, kissing me back just as wildly

Running my hands down his body, I push down his sweatpants and boxers

He moves to his knees as I push them down and I get up, not wanting his lips off mine

Pushing him back, he moves, laying down while I reluctantly move back from his lips to get his bottom clothes off completely, throwing them on the floor

When I look up, I choke as I stare at his naked body

His legs, his thighs, muscular stomach and chest

His shoulders, his arms, his perfect hands

And his monster cock

Standing proud, long and thick, leaking cum

He's fucking beautiful

"Holy shit", I gape, "That's so fucking huge"

"Yeah. For you to ride", he smirks

And I can't take it, surging forward, taking his pretty cock in my mouth

"Oh god", he whines, his head lifting

Immediately sucking on him, I moan from finally having him

His cock is so big but is amazing to suck on

Pulling off, I lick his cock from base to tip, up and down

"Please jagi. Put me in your mouth", he begs

"Yeah naekkeo", I answer, hearing him moan louder

Taking him back, I shove myself down his length, burying him in my throat

It burns a little but still feels good

I start sucking, making sure my tongue is against the underside of his cock, pressing hard on him

"Fuck baby. So goddamn good. Fuck you're mouth is the best", he praises and if I could smile I would

He probably doesn't mean it but it's nice to hear

Switching it up, I slide down his cock half way, then surge forward, taking him back in

Over and over, swallowing when I have to

"Fuck me. Fuck me. So good. Oh god", he cries, pleasure all over his face

Pleasure I'm putting there

I'm awake I'm making him a moaning mess and it's fucking turning me on so much

As I bob on his cock, his hand buries in my hair, wrapping it in a ponytail, moving my head up and down, helping me blow him

His cock goes deep down my throat and I choke, loving how it feels

I don't know what it is but the feeling of choking, of being out of breath is so good

Especially because it's Yoongi

I look up at him, wiping my eyes as tears run down my face

He's so fucking beautiful normally but when he's in total pleasure, he's fucking stunning

Gorgeous

He pulls me down his dick, holding me there and my mouth automatically begins sucking

"Oh fuck. Shit", he whimpers, his eyes on me

After less than a minutes, he pulls me completely off his cock

I whine, wanting to make him cum

"Sss..stop jagi. I can't...I can't cum without being inside you. I need to feel your pussy on me"

God yes, I want that so much

He lets go of my hair and I climb on top of him sitting on his dick

I move my hips, sliding along his length, feeling how hard it is against me

"Oh fuck you're so wet", he moans, his eyes on my pussy on his dick

I move faster, more pleasure filling my body

"Jjj..jagi don't tease", he whimpers, "Please. I can't take it. I need you"

He looks at me with wide pleading eyes and I can't say no to him

It's a flaw I have

I can't ever say no to him, I'll always do what he wants

Give him anything he wants

I'm so whipped and we're not even together

So I reach between us, holding his cock up and hover over him

Lowering myself, his head pokes inside me and I let go of him as I continue to sink down on him

"Oh fuck", I murmur, feeling the amazing way his cock is opening me

He's so hard, he slips right inside, so big, so thick

We're a really snug fit

There's barely any extra room as I bottom him out, my pussy trying to throb around his thickness

"Oh my fucking god!", he yells as I sit against his legs, his cock all in, pressing against my spot, "Oh fuck, god it feels fucking incredible. Jesus, so fucking tight"

I'm a little...ok a lot shocked at his reaction

I never expected him to react this way, like he loves it

"Are you always this tight?", he pants, "Shit when was the last time you were fucked?"

"Uh...it's been awhile. A few months", I answer, my face heating up

"You feel so good. Like you've never been fucked before", he groans, "I'm gonna fuck you open so hard later. Wreck you on my cock"

My cheeks heat up even more but hearing him is a turn on

"Ride me first baby. Please. Ride me and I'll fuck you so good after"

I nod, "Yeah Yoongi"

Leaning on his chest, I slip up his huge cock then slam back down hard, the smacking of our skin sounding in the room

"Oh my fucking god", he cries, his hands gripping my hips so tightly, "Again, please jagi, again"

Moving faster, I bounce on him at a good pace, feeling the pleasure he's giving me wash over me

God he feels so fucking good, like no one I've ever been with

Good doesn't even cover how this feels

Amazing, incredible doesn't even cover it

I just feel like we're supposed to be like this

Me and him, together

But that's stupid, this is just sex for him

A way to prove to me that he's amazing at oral and that my body is flexible to fucking him

That's all it is

So I push those lovey dovey thoughts out of my head and focus on riding his massive cock

I focus on the way his cock opens me up, fills me, his head hitting my spot, clenching on him tightly, the bliss running through me, the way his pale skin looks under my hands

My eyes move up to his face, finding his eyes already on me

God he's so pretty, so hot it's not fair

Biting his lip like that, the bits of sweaty hair that fell out of the ponytail plastered to his forehead

He's every girl's dream guy

Definitely mine

Ok I need to stop now

Tearing my eyes from his, I sit up more, leaning slightly on his lower stomach as I fuck him

Changing things up, instead of slamming down his dick, I move my hips in a circle, wiggling down his length

Once I bottom him out I switch to rocking and grinding on him, lifting just a little off his length in small bounces, his head rubbing my spot with every move

Fuck me, so good

"God you're so fucking pretty jagi", he praises, his eyes watching me move like he's hypnotized, "Like you're dancing on my cock"

I feel my cheeks blush but I don't stop moving

"Fuck me, you're so wet baby, creaming my cock perfectly", he praises, his eyes moving down to us, "So much"

"Sss..sorry", I whimper as the pleasure clouds my head

"No jagi. I love it. Pretty mess you're making. Don't stop"

I won't

I'm so close I can't stop now

"Are you gonna cum for me?", he asks, making me moan so loudly, "All over my cock baby? Fuck I feel you getting tighter. Throbbing so hard"

His words are just pushing me closer to the edge, my body already trembling

"Fuck, I want your cum all over my cock jagi. I wanna see you cum, see how pretty you are", he eggs me on, "Cum for my cock baby"

His head slips against my spot just as he finishes speaking and I'm thrown head first into an extremely intense orgasms

"Yoongi, oh fuck", I cry, every cell of my body in pleasure as I clench down on his thick dick over and over

Fuck it feels incredible, I can't fucking believe it

"Yes fuck! Good girl, shit", he moans, his hands moving up my body to keep me upright, "Cum all over my dick baby. Yes fuck, feels so good jagi"

As I finish, I come back to my senses, finding myself leaning over on his chest again

I lock eyes with him, his hand slowly running up my back and moving to tuck my hair from my face

"Good baby?"

"Amazing", I breathe, trying to get air into my lungs

He smiles softly, then pulls me on top of him, skin against skin

I bury my face in his neck, his arms holding me securely as he lightly thrust up into my pussy

"Ohhh mmmm", I moan, pleasure coming back as his cock stretches me around him, his tip moving right into my spot again

"You're so beautiful when you cum jagi", he whispers in my ear, pressing kisses to my cheek and my shoulder, "Fuck baby, when you cum it feels so fucking incredible. Throbbing so hard around my cock baby. God I want to feel it over and over again"

His thrust increase in speed, my clit rubbing against his pelvis with every stroke

"So wet for me baby", he continues, "Fuck it's everywhere. All over my lap, dripping down to the bed. Fuck, please say you're only this wet for my cock. Please jagi"

"I am", I confirm, "Only this wet for you"

It's true

I've never been this wet before, never been this turned on

Never was ready for more orgasms

That last one was instense and I should be done, overstimulated, something

But I'm not

I want more

Maybe it's because I know this is the only time I'm gonna be with him and I want to make the most of it

"Fuck jagi, you don't know how happy that makes me", he murmurs and I'm completely bewildered

It makes him happy?

Does he know what he's saying?

I doubt it, it's probably something that came out just in the moment

I'm not taking it to heart

I don't want to be hurt again

"So good baby", he whimpers, "Wanna be in your pussy everyday. Gonna cum for me again?"

"Mmm hmm", I answer, ignoring the other part he said

The feel of his cock so deep inside is incredible and I didn't even know I was so close already

I was listening to him talk, distracting me from the pleasure

"God, so tight", he whines, his hands moving down and squeezing my ass, "Fuck, fall apart on my cock jagi. Please baby"

"Yoongi! Oh god Yoongi!", I cry in his neck, wave after wave of bliss crashes over me as I cum on his hard dick

"Yes fuck", he yells, "Oh god, you feel so good, fuck me"

He keeps moving, fucking me through my orgasm, making my pussy squeeze him hard

His thrusts gradually lighten as I come down from the orgasm, his lips kissing any skin they can on me

Each press of his lips leave fire in every cell, my skin trembling uncontrollably

Holding me tightly, he pushed me down on his cock then rolls us over, moving on top of me

He looks down at me, smiling shyly before his lips crash into mine in an intense kiss

Of course I kiss him back, my arms around his neck

His ponytail is so messy and I pull out the hair tie, letting it fall around us before I bury my fingers in it

His hips move, rolling into me, going deep inside, the pleasure roaring back

This had to be heaven

Being with him is my heaven

He thrusts inside again and again, giving me more of the pleasure I've never felt before

Pleasure I know I can only feel with him

I hate that I'll never feel this again

Never feel him moving inside me again

Shoving the thoughts away, I focus on him

Breaking the kiss, he leans his forehead against mine, his sweaty hair around me

I move my hands, sliding up his back, feeling his muscles move as he plunges inside me, his wet sweaty skin turning me on more

God I never want this to stop

His breath mixes with mine, one of his hand making it's way into my hair, softly playing with the strands

"Jagi", he whispers, "I want to eat you out every day. All day"

My brain instantly remembers what he said earlier

"The right girl, I can eat her out all day. Everyday"

Is he trying to tell me something?

"Yoongi", I whisper, "What...what does that mean?"

I'm so scared of his answer

I'm almost sorry I asked the question

"It means", he says immediately, "That I fucking love you"

My heart stops in my chest, his words sinking in

"I..you..", I stutter in complete shock

"I love you", he repeats, "My god, Jo, you're so fucking oblivious"

"Huh?"

Yeah I sound really intelligent right now

He lifts his head, looking in my eyes as he stops moving, buried inside me

"You have no idea how long I've been in love with you"

Ok now hold on a second

He never showed me any kind of emotion

Nothing like that

"How long?"

He nods, "Since I knew girls didn't have cooties. I figured that out at thirteen. That's how long I've loved you. That's how long I waited for you"

What?

Is he fucking joking?

He has to be joking

There's no way I was that oblivious for that long

And he had that other girlfriend

"But you said....you loved Anna. You called me and said you did"

He shakes his head, "I didn't. I thought I did. But I just realized that I was with her because she looked like you. I thought I loved her because she was like you. When I actually tried to say it to her, I couldn't. It wouldn't come out. I can't say those words to anyone else. Only you"

Oh my fuck

This....this is everything I ever wanted

"I didn't expect to tell you this way, like this", he says softly, "I didn't expect to tell you at all. Ever but it....it just came out. This, being with you is everything I ever wanted. I love you so much"

My brain is trying so hard to take this information in, it's just so surprising

I never in a million years thought I'd ever hear those words from Yoongi

"Please don't end our friendship. Please don't leave me. I'll keep my feelings to myself from now on but please don't run away from me"

I register what he's saying and he's insane if he thinks I don't feel the same way

"Yoongi", I say, touching his cheek softly, his gorgeous brown eyes on mine, "I love you so much"

He hesitates, "You do?"

"Of course Yoongi. You're my dream guy. I loved you for a long time too. You're everything to me"

A huge stunning smile bursts on his face, his lips against mine immediately

"I love you so much", he says, then kisses me again

"I love you", I get out when he slightly pulls away before his lips are back on mine

"Please", he says between kisses, "Please be mine"

"Yes. I am. Always"

I feel him smile into the kiss, saying, "I'm yours. Always"

"Yeah naekkeo", I nod, then pull his lips back to mine

I need his kisses

Now that he's mine, I can get them all the time

That thought has me reeling

I can kiss Yoongi any time I want to

I can hold his hand, sit in his lap, cuddle with him, be with him

The amount of happiness I feel can't be described

As he kisses me, his hips start to move again, plunging me into bliss

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I moan softly into his mouth, holding onto his back as he quickens his pace

"Fuck, I love you", he says, his lips traveling to my neck, kissing there over and over, "I love you so much"

"I love you so much Yoongi. Always naekkeo"

"Mmm", he nods against my neck, "Always jagi. I'll always love you"

His movements are bringing me close and closer until I'm right there

He slips inside again and I moan his name as I cum

Pleasure assaults all my senses, his lips leaving trails of hot kisses everywhere he can touch

"Yoongi", I moan, "Cum for me naekkeo"

"Fuck", he groans

"Please baby. Want your cum inside me. Fill me baby"

His cock throbs as he sheathes it inside my pussy, warm sticky cum shooting into me

"Fuck", I cry as he yells my name, his body shaking on me, "Feels so good naekkeo"

Now I know what he means when he said my orgasm felt good

His feels so good and I love the full feeling

When we both finish, he lifts his head up, looking at me

"Is this real?", he whispers, "Are you really mine?"

I nod, "It's real naekkeo. I'm yours. I was always yours"

He smiles, "I was always yours too jagi. I love you"

"I love you Yoongi", I smile back, "Now kiss me and don't stop"

"Oh I will baby. I will", he agrees, then his lips press against mine in the most beautiful kiss I ever had

#bts yoongi smut #min yoongi smut #yoongi smut #bts suga smut #suga smut #bts yoongi fanfic #min yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfic #suga fanfic #bts suga fanfic #bts fanfic #bts smut

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BTS Reacts: Their S/O Sleeps Naked

Seokjin:

Instead of telling him beforehand, the first time you slept over for more than a single night, you made yourself comfortable and stripped down, grabbing the book you were actively reading and hopped into his bed. Once Jin was finished brushing his teeth, he exited the bathroom and headed towards his bed, only to experience the shock of his life. Sure, he had seen you naked before, but he wasn't expecting to see you reading in bed with your knees resting upwards with no clothes on. He approached the bed slowly like he was being cautious, staring at you the whole time, muttering about how you could have at least given him a warning.

Yoongi:

On the inside, he is falling apart just thinking of you being naked in bed next to him. On the outside...unbothered king. It almost confuses you when he replies with a simple "okay, that's fine" when you confess during your first night at his home that you prefer sleeping in the nude. His reaction isn't what you expected and he was doing his best to hide the fact that he felt like an excited kid in a candy shop on the inside.

Hoseok:

Hoseok is fully accepting of your sleeping habits, although he sleeps in actual pajama sets. He himself can't fall asleep without a comfy pair of thick silk pajama pants and a matching sleep shirt. At most, he would make a few jokes about it or laugh when he sees you completely stripping down before slipping underneath the covers. If anything, during the night, he would find himself putting more blankets over you, concerned that you would get too cold in your clotheless state.

#supportiveboyfriend

Namjoon:

Namjoon will absolutely sleep naked with you too. He's super into the fact that you share a habit, let alone a habit like this. You also being nude while asleep makes him feel less insecure about it, even if he doesn't fully realize it. On the other hand, he's in love with the idea of it because um hello, his beautiful, sexy s/o is naked in bed with him. The clothes just get in the way, honestly.

Jimin:

Jimin can't lie, he has definitely thought about sleeping naked before. Learning that you do just that gave him the motivation he needed to try it. After the first night of feeling the warm and loving skin to skin contact, there was no going back. The two of you slept in the nude every night from there on.

Taehyung:

Taehyung somehow managed to play it cool, acting like it was the most casual thing in the world. He would see this as an opportunity to begin sleeping the same way, knowing you would be alright with it. He wouldn't say it out loud but he felt warm and fuzzy by the idea of you being so comfortable around him even in a state of unconsciousness.

Jungkook:

You brought up to him that while at home alone, you would normally sleep without clothing. As much as he fought it, his cheeks became flushed with a reddened blush. It was the first time you were staying over at his place and he wanted you to feel as comfortable as possible, knowing that such a thing can be awkward. He pushed his thoughts and shyness aside, telling you that he didn't mind and you could do whatever you pleased. In his mind, he wanted his home to be a safe place for you.

#bts #bts reactions #jin #suga #jhope #rm #jimin #v #jungkook #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #idk why all of these gifs are huge sorry g