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rainbowsuitcase · 6 months

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Fanfic Rec Friday #9

Finding the Forgotten by thestarskeepfalling - Seokjin x Yoongi, 80 486 words, E - Unhealthy Relationship With OC, Hurt/Comfort, Falling in Love

It took Seokjin a long time to realize he was lost. With millions of adoring fans, a wildly successful soloist career, and a long-term boyfriend, it was easy for him to mistake crowds for friendship and convenience for love.

Then, a surprise visit from his brother and a heart wrenching realization push him to run away from it all. He follows his brother back home, finding the family, and the happiness, he was looking for all along.

Operation: Yoonkook by thesameflatfish - Hoseok x Jimin, 9 105 words, G - College AU

Jimin wants to avoid falling in love in college, but a plan to set Yoongi and Jungkook up puts him in close proximity with Jung Hoseok, who Jimin can’t seem to stop having feelings for.

when poppies bloom by @floweringash - Seokjin x Jungkook, 15 302 words, M - Pistil Verse, Injury Recovery, Sharing a Bed

It’s not every day that Seokjin returns from hunting to find a corpse on his way.

Or rather, an unconscious, injured Stamen who takes up too much space in his house.

(Never) Call Me Baepsae by mangust_d - Jimin x Jungkook, 13 742 words, E - Office AU, Enemies to Lovers, Dom/Sub

Jimin has given everything to the corporate life – his passions, his sanity, even the active sex life he once possessed. To make matters worse, the company’s golden rookie Jungkook tramples all of his hard work and sacrifices under toothy grins and effortless excellence.

Where He Belongs by ArianneMaya - Hoseok x Namjoon, 7 597 words, E - Alpha x Beta, First Time Knotting

Beta Hoseok's body isn't made to take an alpha's knot, and Namjoon is too much of a gentlewolf to pressure him on the matter.

Why is it, then, that Hoseok can't stop thinking about it?

Wanna bet? by Nisaki - Seokjin x Taehyung, 5 735 words, E - Porn With Plot, Lingerie, Feminization

In which Taehyung has to play Seokjin's wife for a bet and they both like it way too much.

say my name (lock it with your lips) by dagusts - Namjoon x Taehyung, 17 596 words, E - Arranged Marriage, Major Character Injury, Angst, idiots in Love

A season between war and love is all it takes for Taehyung to realize some things. Realize that love cannot be requited if it is not spoken.

plum blossoms in the snow by ladypajara - Namjoon x Jimin, 63K, E - Pretend Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Angst and Fluff and Smut

Perpetually disillusioned with love Jimin is roped into helping Namjoon — his romance novel editor and very much straight friend — launch a new LGBT+ focused imprint at his publishing house after a misunderstanding leads Namjoon’s boss to believe they are boyfriends.

Shifting Business by mangust_d - Seokjin x Yoongi, 8K, M - Cat Yoongi, Bickering, Sexual Tension

Seokjin is sure that Min Yoongi is harbouring an illicit cat in his home. Only the truth is much more magical than that.

You Wished, I Waited by Hpgirl4ever - Yoongi x Taehyung, 56K, E - Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Courting, Angst with a Happy Ending

It's uncommon for betas to court omegas, and even more uncommon for omegas to court anyone at all. Yoongi and Taehyung were never the biggest fans of tradition.

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notedinterludes · 8 months

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bangtanagan · 1 year

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mwahrch day 2: a kiss where it hurts

jihope + idolverse rated T, 1.3k fic tweet other mwahrch fics

“Yah,” sighs Jimin from the doorway. “This hyung.”

He’s been there, Hoseok knows he’s been there, has spared a fraction of his attention to be aware of his presence the way he always is when his members are around, but he startles all the same.

It’s the tone, really, the long gusty huff and the blatant disapproval. Hoseok falls out of formation with a flicker of irritation and puffs his sweat-streaked bangs off his forehead, where they flop stubbornly back down. He’s wrung out from the crown of his head to the aching soles of his feet.

That doesn’t mean he appreciates the interruption.

“Yah what hyung,” he returns, a touch too sour to be only teasing. Jimin, who knows his private, sullen moods better than anyone—a privilege, he calls it, which makes Hoseok snort on good days and sting on bad ones—tilts an eyebrow and draws away from the closed door.

Hoseok props his hands on his hips and follows his approach in the mirror. He’s overly aware of how hard he’s working to catch his breath after two hours— four hours— after a long day in the practice room. He can see his reflection’s chest heaving, the seeping splotch of sweat across his front that matches the humid-sticky sensation of his shirt plastered to his back. Now that he’s stopped moving his hairline itches, and everything feels swampy and stifling. He wrinkles his nose.

“You weren’t at dinner,” Jimin says, which surprises him only because he hadn’t realized it was so late. The clock has been fixed at 3:23 ever since Taehyung hit it with a basketball, and they’d all agreed that it’s a fitting metaphor for the endless suck of hours spent in rehearsal. Well, Namjoon and Yoongi had agreed. The rest of them had been too tired to protest it.

“Did you miss me?”

“Yes.”

He says it with a smile, simper-sweet, but his gaze is sharper and carries that same disapproval. Hoseok snorts, and he means no you didn’t, and he means you’re one to talk. If they were to tally up the nights spent prioritizing practice over mealtime, Jimin would come out the clear victor.

Jimin’s mouth presses tight, flicker of an old fear of inadequacy, and lets it pass. Hoseok feels bad anyway, but Jimin doesn’t give him time to let it sit.

“How late were you planning on staying anyway?” he asks, coming up so they stand side to side. Hoseok, overheated, cringes a little at the proximity.

“I almost have it,” Hoseok returns. He isn’t talking shit, he does nearly have it. The time is worth something, which is progress and perfection, or as near to perfection as he can come, which trends closer every day, some asymptotic eventuality.

Jimin tuts—as though he hasn’t fed them all the same excuse—and gives Hoseok a long up-down in the mirror. Hoseok tilts his eyebrows, coy, but Jimin only turns and goes to rifle through Hoseok’s bag, emerging with his water bottle. He wiggles it like bait, and Hoseok spares a moment to roll his eyes before he stomps over to snatch it out of his hand.

“It’ll still be here in the morning,” Jimin points out. Hoseok gives him a look over the water bottle and wipes his mouth.

“I’m all warmed up.”

“You’re way past warmed up.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty hot.”

Jimin smacks his arm, and Hoseok gives up on his attempts to stay upright. It’s fine. He just needs a minute to catch his breath. His shorts bunch up under his thighs when he slumps back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut, and the floor of the practice room is gloriously cool against the backs of his knees.

Jimin makes a low noise, dismayed. Hoseok gives himself a four count to will himself upright, then cracks an eyelid to find him staring down at the blooming bouquet of bruises dappled over his kneecaps.

“Hyung,” he says quietly.

“It’s fine,” Hoseok dismisses, but he can’t pull his eyes away from Jimin’s face, from the frown tucked between his brows and the purse of his lips and the way his eyes go soft with worry. The concern scalds, a little. Hoseok slumps backwards again. “Yah, Jimin-ah, don’t worry so much. I’m okay.”

“Looks like it hurts.”

It does, now that he’s slowed down enough to listen to his body. Everything aches, blisters stinging against his socks and calves throbbing and shoulders sore. His back is one long line of knotted rope, creaking when he moves. It’s good, though. It’s proof of work, of progress. He doesn’t mind hurting too much, not in pursuit of something good.

So Hoseok shrugs. “It’s fine,” he says again. Jimin gives him a look, two parts concern to one part mischief.

And then, little shit, he flops down next to him and smacks his hand down on Hoseok’s sore and smarting knee.

Hoseok swears at him.

“Fine, huh,” grins Jimin. Hoseok pinches him, hard, and he squeals over sideways, still grinning. Brat.

“Well it hurts when you do that,” Hoseok grumbles, smoothing his fingers over the ache, for all the good it does. Jimin’s face softens again.

“Sorry,” he says, and he leans over and presses a kiss to the bruise.

Hoseok flushes all the way to his hairline, drawing his legs up, but Jimin sets a hand on his shin to keep him in place as he drops a fluttering kiss to another bruise, and another. In the mirror, Hoseok is a mess, sweat-streaked and flushed from more than just exertion, staring at Jimin bent over his legs.

“Yah,” he mumbles. “Ah, Jimin-ah, don’t. I’m all gross.”

“Yeah, you are,” Jimin agrees, and then his lips press against Hoseok’s other knee, and Hoseok gives up on deterring him. He leans back against the wall again, eyes fixed on the coif of Jimin’s hair in the mirror.

“What are you doing, Jiminie, hm?” Hoseok asks, futzing with the strands that don’t lay flat, rucked up and tacky with product. He must have had a shoot earlier. Jimin hums and kisses his kneecap again, then sets his cheek against Hoseok’s shin, folded perfectly in half. Flexible fuck.

“Kissing it better, hyung,” he says. “Don’t want hyung to be hurt.”

He must know what image he makes, blinking up at him with those soft, sweet eyes. Hoseok huffs.

“You menace,” he says without heat. The curve of his mouth is all trouble, but his fingers are kneading carefully at one of the knots in his thigh, so Hoseok lets him be.

“Just wanna make sure hyung is okay,” Jimin returns, beaming. “I think there’s bruise cream back at the dorm.”

Of course there is, Hoseok knows there is, can picture it set out on the bathroom counter where it lives, perpetually halfway empty with all seven of them navigating the aches and pains of idol life. Jimin’s ploy is wafer thin.

“We can stay if you want,” Jimin says into his unimpressed silence, and he says it like joking but Hoseok knows he would. He’d sit himself right here, or find a practice room of his own, or slip away to bother whoever’s working late until Hoseok decides to leave. His heart softens.

And he wouldn’t mind a massage, some bruise cream, the shelter of their bedroom with nothing but them inside. His knees still tingle where Jimin kissed him.

“You gonna take care of me, Jiminie?”

“Of course.” He sits up, almost insulted. “I’ll take care of your ouchie knees, hyungnim.”

“What about my ouchie feet?” asks Hoseok, wiggling his toes in his shoes. They’re probably a mess. He’s seriously lost track of time.

“Ah, I guess I’ll take care of your ouchie feet too,” Jimin sighs, and he hauls himself upright and holds a hand out for Hoseok. “C’mon, hyung. Let’s go home.”

#jihope #jihope fic #jimin fic #hoseok fic #bts fic #never in my life did I imagine I'd be writing canon compliant kpop fanfiction but jihope really bring it out in me I guess #my fic #mwahrch

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uhgoodblueside · 10 months

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Safety Zone

Jihope AU

Meet-cute, first dates, vet school life, fluff

Complete

#BTS #bts fic #jihope #jihope fic

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deepslowpanicfics · 1 year

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♡ deepslowpanic Jihope Fics ♡

Selling Sunshine [ T | 4k ] pining | flustered flirting | sexy salesman meets whipped (accidental) exhibitionist

#jihope #jihope fic #jihope fanfic #jihope fanfiction #bts #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #fanfiction #jung hoseok #park jimin #fanfiction masterlist #deepslowpanic fics

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ziellewrites · 2 years

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Feel My Heart's Intention A03 Link

#bts fanfic #bts fic #cruel summer series #sope au #sope fic #sope #yoonmin au #yoonmin fic #yoonmin #jihope au #jihope #jihope fic #ziellewrites

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theharrowing · 2 years

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Adrenaline

You and Jimin celebrate with Hoseok—aka Jay—after his Hobipalooza performance

🃏 Hoseok x Female Reader x Jimin

🃏 word count: 1.7k

🃏 idol au, no relationship established, smut, poly, nsfw, 18+

🃏 warnings: making on in a car, oral sex (m & f), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, threesome 🃏 drabble requested by @moonleeai: “Hmmm…Jay after the performance, still high off the crowd’s energy, seeing you backstage…or maybe in the car on the way to the hotel…and in the hotel…before Jimin comes over for the VLive 😉 or was Jimin in the car too 🙃😏😏😏“

🃏 beta read by @neoneunnajimin 🃏 posted aug. 2022 | read on ao3

The moment the car door closes, Jay is on you. You almost sass him about not wearing a seatbelt, but his hands and mouth are too commanding, and your brain short circuits before the words can reach your lips.

Jay's hands are up your shirt, searching for skin, snaking beneath your bra, and you're thankful for tinted windows and a privacy partition, not wanting to stop him. You don't even realize the car hasn't begun moving for several minutes until the door closest to Jay opens, and you hear someone else get in.

"Someone's riled up on adrenaline, I see," Jimin sing-songs, and you turn your head to the side to break the kiss, but Jay smirks and mutters, "I sure am," before pressing his lips to yours once more.

Jay rolls a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending a new wave of pleasure coursing through you, and you gasp, doing your best to hold in the moan that nearly escapes your mouth. This only seems to encourage him more, and he does it again and again, finding a rhythm with which to drive you absolutely wild. As soon as a sound of pleasure does escape your lips, you're met with the sound of Jimin giggling, further plunging you into insanity.

Your fingertips are tangled in the fabric of Jay's loose white shirt, so when he lets out a soft whimper, you're surprised—surely, you didn't cause him to make that sound. Tilting your head pull from Jay's lips and glance at him to find a small ring-clad hand palming over his thigh, close to his cock.

Jay lets out a shattered exhale and mutters, "You don't mind, right?"

All you can do is shake your head and pull him closer, deepening the kiss and allowing your moans to escape. You wouldn't dare stand in the way of letting these two do absolutely anything they want—they could commit actual arson, and you don't think you would bat an eye. Jimin touching Jay while he touches you only turns you on more.

A soft knock against the partition makes you jump, and Jay gives your breast one last squeeze before he removes his hand from your shirt and grabs a mask from his pocket. Following his lead, you mask up and slip a baseball hat on, pulling it low enough to cover your eyes before you're escorted through the staff entrance of a hotel. You don't pass anyone on your way up to the suite, and the moment the door closes behind the three of you, Jay's mask is off, and he's pulling you close.

You can barely fathom the whirlwind of clothing being removed before you stumble into the edge of a mattress while tugging your pants off and fall onto your butt. You anchor yourself onto your hands and attempt to crawl backward onto the bed, but Jay advances fast, stepping out of his pants and getting onto his knees.

There's a fire in Jay's eyes as he hovers over you, panting and grinning that makes you feel like his prey, trapped in his grasp and ready to be devoured. Your heart pounds, and you lay back, spreading your legs wide to invite him to have you as he pleases. All Jay wears in tight black briefs, and you can't help but let your eyes rove his body, muscular and lithe and still glistening from sweat.

"You should go live in the next twenty to thirty minutes," Jimin calls from across the room, and you remember then that you have an audience.

Jay smirks and responds, "I can make that work," and a chill of anticipation and excitement runs along your spine.

With one hand, Jay reaches around your back and unclasps your bra. As you remove it, laying back against the mattress to free your arms, Jay hooks his fingers under the waistline of your panties and pulls them free. You don't miss the way the damp crotch of the fabric sticks to your skin and how cool the air feels hitting you; it's undeniable how wet the car ride made you, and all Jay had done was kiss you and play with your nipple.

Despite the adrenaline and eagerness in Jay's eyes, he's careful as he spreads your thighs with both hands and leans in to nibble at your inner thigh, and you throw your head back from the closeness of his touch, eager to have both his hands and his mouth on your pussy.

"How do you want me?" Jay groans against your skin.

"Be rough with me," you whine, watching as Jay glances up through his long curls and smirks.

"Can Jimin join?" Jay asks.

Your head falls back against the bed, and you smile, nodding and sounding perhaps a little too eager as you whimper, "Yes!" You close your eyes to attempt to get your bearings and calm your pounding heart, but the mattress dips beside you, pulling you back to reality, and you open your eyes to Jimin stroking his cock beside your face.

As Jimin's cock sinks into your mouth, two of Jay's fingers enter you, and you moan muffled sounds as Jay's tongue draws pretty patterns over your clit, quickly pushing you past the edge of arousal; your pleasure builds and releases so fast, it's like being shoved into a free fall.

Jay's hands and mouth are skilled and adamant, fucking and licking you with an urgency that makes your head spin, and it takes mere minutes to make you cum, which you drop Jimin's cock from between your lips to do—practically gasping for air.

Jay continues to finger and lick you through your orgasm, and you suck Jimin's cock back into your throat as the pleasure builds and builds once more. You find it impossible to determine when your first orgasm ended and your second began, and you wonder if perhaps you had never stopped plummeting into the depths of bliss in the first place.

You're a drooling, fucked out mess, swirling your tongue lazily over the tip of Jimin's cock as Jay spreads your thighs around his hips and sinks his entire length into your pussy. You cry out from the stretch and from finally being so full, and Jimin bends, replacing his cock on your lips with his mouth, to twist his tongue around yours and swallow all your sounds. Jimin returns your moans with pretty, deep noises of his own, and the softness of his lips against yours helps you sink further into bliss.

"So fucking tight," Jay groans as he sets a rough pace fucking you. "So pretty for us."

Jimin hums and pulls from the kiss long enough to groan, "You are a pretty little thing, aren't you? So good for us."

Hands are on your neck, your breasts, your clit and your hip, and you can't keep track of who is where but each touch feels intoxicating and hypnotizing, and you find yourself hurtling once more to the edge of full physical and mental collapse at the hands of these pretty men.

You try to reach out to touch—to stroke Jimin's cock or grip onto Jay's arm—but your limbs feel heavy and lazy, and you struggle to do anything but lay so pliant and so good for them. You hardly recognize your own voice as you cry between Jimin's lips, letting out sounds of overwhelming pleasure.

"That's it, baby," Jay groans, tugging one of your legs up to anchor onto his shoulder. His lips and teeth nip at your calf. "Cum for me again. Show me how good this cock makes you feel."

You're delirious as you cum again, whimpering and sobbing into Jimin's mouth. You think he's petting your head and neck, but it's hard to tell as you slip further into euphoria and ride out your high on Jay's cock. Jay whimpers and sucks sensitive, wet marks into your calf, and you wonder if he's about to cum as well.

Jimin breaks from your lips and plants wet, soft kisses along your jaw and neck, then sits back, out of your reach. You whine from the loss of him against your skin, but you feel powerless to do anything. You open your eyes to find Jimin stroking his long, pretty cock, smiling at Jay.

As Jay's movements begin to stutter, Jimin crawls toward him and purrs, "Cum in my mouth."

You whimper as Jay pulls his cock from your pussy and lowers your leg, and you sink further into the bed, allowing all your limbs to fall limp. Jimin drops to his knees on the floor and sucks Jay's cock between his pretty plump lips, moaning as Jay sinks his length all the way in. You can tell they've done this before, and it makes your mind race.

It feels like a fever dream watching Jay gently fuck Jimin's mouth, tangling his fingers into Jimin's dark hair. Jay looks just as powerful and pretty as he cums as he did performing on stage, and you feel a swell of affection and admiration for him. Jimin smiles as Jay pulls his spent cock from his mouth, then licks his lips and turns to look at you.

"You taste delicious," Jimin purrs, causing you to feel shy and nibble your bottom lip, unable to form words, though you're not sure whether thanking him would be weird or not, anyway.

"Flip over and let me taste you more while Hoba sucks my cock?" Jimin asks, and you muster every ounce of strength you have to roll your body over and get onto your hands and knees.

Jimin's mouth is on your pussy in an instant, and you grip onto the comforter as pleasure comes licking at your heels, threatening to yank you back into oblivion. When you cum again, it's to the sounds of Jimin moaning, and by the time he's done with you, you collapse into a pile of pliant limbs on the bed.

You barely register the men getting dressed and going live. When you come to, you're curled between two naked bodies, and you smile and allow sleep to claim you once more.

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pjmbrat · 1 year

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taste of you p.jm

warnings: f reader, fluff, comfort, smut, kissing!!, fingering, oral (f receiving), soft dom! jimin, praise, pet names r used, + wrote this kinda quick so i’m sorry for any mistakes!!

You kept trying and trying to get the move right, but you just couldn’t focus. Jimin had offered to stay at the studio after hours to help you, and you still couldn’t get it. Embarrassingly, you spun around again, frowning as you landed the jump, not on your feet, but on your ass instead. “I’m sorry.. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong..” you sighed out as tears welled up in your eyes, looking up at Jimin who was now making his way towards you.

He crouched down next to you, tilting his head to the side before giving you that pretty smile that would make anyone head over heels for him, “It’s okay, sweetheart, don’t cry. That’s what I’m here for, right?” he said, his sweet voice echoing through the empty studio. You couldn’t help but smile back, sitting up to give him a quick peck on his cherry chapstick lips.

“You’re so good to me, Jiminie.” you sniffled, wrapping your arms around him as you crawled into his lap. He kissed you back, placing his ring-clad hand on the side of your face, wiping away a few tears from your cheek with his thumb. “You deserve it, angel.” he said, holding you tight as he placed a small kiss under your eye. You hummed happily against him, enjoying the moment of peace you’re sharing together in the studio. He ran his fingers through your hair, letting his chin rest on top of your head. You wondered how you ever found such a sweet boy, you wondered how you ever deserved someone like him. Little did you know he was thinking the same things about you. He wondered if you knew how much he truly loves and adores every little thing you do, and how much it broke him to see you cry. He just wanted to make you feel happy all the time.

He looked down at you, placing his finger under your chin to make you look up at him, “Let me make you feel better.” he whispered. Your heart fluttered at his request, licking your lips as you stared eagerly into his alluring brown eyes. “Yes, please.” you said timidly. He brought you in for another kiss, letting his tongue swipe against your bottom lip as if to ask permission to let him inside. You mewled, feeling his tongue slip into your mouth, your own moving along with his in harmony. He spread your legs with his knee, bringing his hands down to your hips, “Grind on my thigh, baby.” he said breathlessly. You moaned into his mouth, rubbing your throbbing heat against his toned thigh, whining at the contact. “That’s it, baby, that’s it.” he groaned, letting his hands explore your torso. You bit your lip as you dragged your wet cunt back and forth across him, “Feels so good..” you managed to moan out. “Yeah? Feels good, pretty?” Jimin said in awe, watching as your body rocked across his thigh.

He bounced his thigh, licking his lips with a tilted head. You let out a gasp, moving faster against him as you felt yourself reaching your high, “Just like that, please..” you whimpered, your eyes glossy with lust. Jimin continued his movements, pulling you in for another searing kiss. You swore his lips were like an aphrodisiac, and the effects were kicking in immediately. You sobbed out, letting yourself go all over his thigh as he sucked on your tongue. He let you ride out your high, squeezing each side of your waist with his hands. “That feel good, baby?” he asked once you came back down. You could only nod in response as he maneuvered himself on top of you, laying between your legs with his head in between your thighs. “Can I taste you?” he asked, looking up at you. “Fuck, yes.” you said needily.

He pushed your dress up, leaving a few open mouthed kisses trailing down your stomach to your inner thigh. He licked a stripe up your clothed cunt, making you shudder. You tried to grind against his mouth, but he quickly stopped you, holding your legs apart with his strong arms. “Not yet, doll.” he whispered, placing a kiss over your clit. He finally slid your panties down, your wetness clinging to the fabric. Jimin wasted no time diving in, lapping at your clit as he moaned at the taste. “Oh, Jimin! please, feels so good.” you cried out in esctacy as his pretty, plump lips sucked on the bundle of nerves.

He continued sucking on your clit like a man starved, bringing two fingers to your pulsing hole. Jimin pushed them in slowly, curling them deep inside of you. “Right there!” you whined, grinding into his fingers. He was so good at pleasing you, so good at finding the places that made you so needy for him. He thrusted his fingers in and out of you, hitting your g-spot each time. “Cum in my mouth baby, wanna drink up every bit of you.” he moaned, sending vibrations through your body as you felt your orgasm wrecking you for the second time. You screamed his name, cumming all over his fingers and his lips. He sucked all of your juices off of his fingers, drinking up everything else that spilled out of you. He placed a kiss on your clit before pulling away.

“You taste so fucking good.”

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hopepoint · 7 months

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had polytan thoughts on my drive home but what if the boys are all together, maybe staying in a hotel for some kind of promotion.

yg's room next to sj's because the younger wanted to be a little closer to his hyung (even though they live less than 10 min away from eo)

and vmin naturally find each other's rooms, but when th gets there jk is already in jm's room so they enjoy their time together until they all itch to bug their eldest hyung sj, so of course they tumble into his room grinning and bubbly with excitement-

except, yg beat them there, sitting right next to the bed in an armchair that is a little too small for his body to be curled into it along with his laptop balancing on the armrest. th ends up curled at the base of the chair, his hair tickling yg's legs but he doesn't care

because it's been too long since this many of them were in one place. yg types something up as th hums underneath him and eventually, he lowers his legs so th can wrap himself closer.

when they got there jm and jk settled on the bed, im now scrolls at the foot of the bed while jk watches sj play a video game on his laptop, both of them crunched against the headboard. Yet, they both manage to tangle their legs with jm's in an odd jumble of limbs.

and sj can't even falsify annoyance when jk knocks his knee against his be it means he is actually there, it means there aren't kilometers of space and a phone screen separating them from eo. he is really there, hugging his waist and shoving his short-haired head into his neck.

eventually, th makes it to the bed flopping on jm who wiggled his way between sj and jk's legs. the two sleepily groan from th's impact but jm's laugh drowns them out. he tells them hs went to his room and is now texting him asking if he is still awake.

because hs knows jm has him on emergency bypass, all of them do. of course they do. so jm's phone continues to chirp w/ea of hs's texts until jm tells him sj's room number. because of course hs looked for him, worried he fell asleep without brushing his teeth after an exhuasting plane ride.

and when hs gets there he finds nj nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot t in front of sj's door. he is so lost in thought when hs wraps his arm around his much wider waist he jumps. his already red ears burn more and he asks if they are still awake.

be of course even if nj wanted to go in he would rather walk away from a room full of comfort than bother them by waking them all up after an exhausting day.

he puts them first always. and hs knows when to push, so he squeezes the taut muscle of ni's side and knocks on the door. and when it opens he pushes nj inside, pushes him toward the five people who look to him for comfort like he does them.

hs makes a beeline for m and th, flopping onto their tangled bodies which naturally make room for him like a lost piece of their puzzle. but still nj lingers at the foot of the bed, hand clutching the comforter watching the five in bed slowly melt closer together.

then a hand in his, if he could call it that, it's the tips of yg's fingers tracing his calloused palm and then wrapping around his wrist. his touch light and soft, giving him ample opportunity to untangle himself from his grasp. but of course he doesn't, of course he follows.

he follows him to the other end of the room and they grab the couch pressed against the wall, slowly and sleepily they maneuver it to jk and sj's side of the bed.

nj motions for yg to take the side closest to the bed, closest to everyone else, but y coxes him onto that side with that same soft grasp. groggily sj groans about jk rolling over to spoon ni, but the eldest still tucks himself behind the younger in a warm embrace.

yg tucks his head under nj’s chin resting his cheek against his chest, and nj feels him relax against him. slowly, after he is sure everyone has fallen asleep, soft shores filling the room, nj falls asleep. all of them tucked away in a room full of their greatest comforts.

#poly ot7 #polytan #poly bts #yoonjin #vmin #vminkook #namseok #vminseok #namkook #jihope #namgi #jinkook #bts fic #bts ff #bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts drabble #bts ffs #made myself sad! have a great day 🫠

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crystalsnow95z · 2 months

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Request:

Kk, I know it's rlly weird and specific, but I had this idea

1 of the members cooked a meal for Hobi cuz hes been too busy working on a song and hasn't been leaving his studio much to eat, and he gets food poisoning from it, but he down plays it until he gets back home trying to shower and gets so sick one of the older members need to help him wash up. I rlly love your stories w/the gentle washings ♥︎

I put my Playlist on shuffle and the first voice I heard would be who cooked for him. The first song to pop up was like crazy, making Jimin our cook.

Tw: emeto

Hoseok listens to the chorus for the sixteenth time after tweaking it once more, still feeling unsatisfied with it. There's something missing, but I don't know what.. maybe I need more adlibs? Or drums? I don't know..

Hoseok sighs, throwing his headset onto the desk and leaning back in his chair, running his hands through his hair. "This is so annoying..why can't I get it right? I wanted a demo by the end of the week.. I'll be too busy.."

Hoseok's stomach gurgles uncomfortably, reminding him that he hasn't eaten since breakfast. He picks up his phone, seeing three missed calls from Jimin. Aish, I was supposed to meet up with him a while ago..

Hoseok checks his messages, seeing two texts from Jimin.

Are you still in your studio?

Have you been in there since after our recording session Hyung?

Hoseok quickly replies to his messages, hoping Jimin isn't upset at him for forgetting about him.

I'm so sorry Jiminah, I completely lost track of time. If you still want to practice I'm still in my studio.

Jimin is relieved when he hears his phone go off seeing the notification of Hoseok messaging him back. He's overworking himself.. he got up early to work before practice and went right to the studio after we recorded the rough draft of the b side tracks..

Stay there, I'll meet up with you in the studio. I made us dinner since I figured you'd forget. Are you hungry?

Hoseok only takes a minute to reply back to him, making Jimin smile.

I'm starving. I only had rice and coffee today.. You're an angel. I love you.

Jimin gathers up the containers of food he prepared and puts them in his backpack, calling Hoseok to keep him company on his walk to the company building.

"Jimin." Hoseok uses a deep voice when he answers smiling when he hears Jimin hold back a giggle.

"J-hope.." Jimin mimicks him, pulling his hat farther over his face when he leaves the studio. "How are you? Is the song going well?"

"I'm so frustrated. I just can't seem to get this song right. I know what I want in my head, but I can't seem to replicate it.. I don't know if I can make it work.." Hoseok shares his concerns with the younger member.

"Maybe you need to take a break from it, hyung. It's not like you have a time limit or anything. You're gonna spread yourself too thin with the new group album dropping next month."

The two stay on the phone until Jimin reaches Hoseok's studio, the older member greeting him with a hug. "I'm sorry i didn't meet up earlier."

"I told you Hyungie, it's no big deal. I'm not worried about it, I'm only worried about you working so hard that you aren't eating properly." Jimin scolds him when he hears Hoseok's stomach growling.

"I know, I know.. I'm sorry. I totally lost track of time. Thanks again for making food.." Hoseok watches eagerly as Jimin pulls out containers from his bag.

"Do you want me to go warm it up for you hyung?" Jimin asks, but Hoseok was already picking up a container. "Guess not.." Jimin giggles, watching Hoseok eat his home-cooked meal. "Is it good?"

"Yeah, the meat is super juicy and the sauce is so good..i love it." Hoseok takes another bite. "After we eat I'll help you master the choreography. Okay?"

"Don't rush hyung. Enjoy your meal. We can always change it to tomorrow. I just wanted to be sure you ate. Hobi-hyung you're making a mess.." Jimin smiles fondly, getting a tissue to wipe some sauce from Hoseok's chin. I would've made more if I realized how hungry he'd be.. I'll just eat some rice and let him have the rest..

"No Jimin-ah, you need to land on your right leg. Like this." Hoseok demonstrates the part that Jimin messed up, his stomach sloshing from the quick spin biting his lip.

"Ah, I get it.. okay, okay.. let me try it one more time." Jimin restarts the song, quickly moving into position. Hoseok doesn't join in for this round, opting to watch while sitting against the mirror, wrapping his arm around his aching middle.

Why do I feel so sick? I was fine earlier.. just a little tired..was the chicken too greasy? Did I eat too much?

Hoseok quietly burps to try to ease the pressure in his stomach, but it only made him feel worse, a sour taste filling his mouth. He tries to stand to get water, but moving only made the nausea worse. Please..I don't want to throw up..

"Hyung i think I did it.. perfect this time!" Jimin pants, going to the camera to turn it off when he noticed Hoseok didn't do it. "Hyung?"

Hoseok turns his head to look in the direction Jimin's voice came from. "I'm sorry Jiminie, I spaced out for the last bit..I'm sure you did great."

"Are you okay Hyung?" Jimin takes a seat next to Hoseok, rubbing his shoulders. "You look pale.."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just tired, and I think I ate too much.. my stomach hurts.. I shouldn't have binged like that.. dancing after eating probably didn't help." Hoseok rubs his hand across his bloated belly, ignoring the nausea that bubbled up inside it. "Show me the practice video."

"You aren't feeling well?" Jimin frowns, forgetting all about the choreography. He places his hand on Hoseok's forhead, then his own relieved when he doesn't feel any difference."When did you start feeling sick?"

"Um.. When we were practicing the chorus.. the jerking movement before the jump..The movement made my stomach flip.. I think it's because I'm actually full, and I usually practice on a mostly empty stomach. It's no big deal."

"That was an hour ago Hyung. You should've told me.. we can always practice later if you aren't feeling well..you don't have to force yourself." Jimin scolds him softly, guilt making his own stomach flutter uncomfortably. I should've noticed something was wrong..I could've had him home resting by now..

"It's not a problem, Jimin-Ah. It wasn't a big deal. I'm fine I just need to sleep it off." Hoseok reassures Jimin, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets to be able to rest his palms on his stomach without Jimin noticing.

"I'll call us a cab.." Jimin gets himself some water while he waits for the company to answer, offering it to Hoseok after taking a drink.

Hoseok's stomach churned at the thought of adding anything else inside of it, pushing the bottle away with a little head shake. "I'm good..I just want to get some fresh air.."

"Sure Hyung. We can wait outside.." Jimin gently leads Hoseok outside, letting Hoseok lean against him while they walk. "You should shower and get to bed as soon as you get home.."

"Yeah... I will..don't worry.. I'm feeling a bit better now.." Hoseok lies, trying to get Jimin to relax. I hope i don't throw up in the taxi..

Hoseok sits in the shower, letting the water cascade down his back. He finished washing ten minutes ago, but his stomach refused to settle. I hate throwing up, but I can't keep fighting it..

Hoseok gets to his feet, using the wall to balance himself, the nausea hitting him like a freight train. The chicken Jimin prepared for him comes up all at once, spraying out of him, hitting the shower tiles. Sh*t...

Hoseok feels his stomach clenching again, another mouthful of sick coming up. 'Hyung.." he whimpers, falling to his knees when they buckle underneath them, tears stinging the corners of his eyes when he feels his stomach lurching again, the thick bile splashing around him. "Hyung!" Hoseok calls desperately as he tries to rise to his feet again, wanting to escape the smell that only made him feel worse. Hoseok forces himself to his feet and leaves the shower, kneeling on the ground in front of the toliet, gagging up another thick mouthful of sick.

"Hobi? Are you calling.. Aiggo.. Hoba.." Jin turns off the shower and gets a towel, draping it over the shivering rapper. "It's okay baby, hyung will take care of you.. I'm going to dry you off okay?"

Hoseok gripped the toliet seat, his body trembling with effort to keep sitting upright. "Hyung.." he whines as stomach pushes up another thick mouthful into the toliet. "It hurts.."

"It's okay, it's okay.. hyung is here now, just relax and let it happen, you'll only feel worse if you try to fight it baby.." Jin gently wipes the towel across Hoseok's body to dry him.

"I want it to stoo-urp..." Hoseok whines as he burps up another mouthful of sick, reaching for Jin's hand.

Jin rubs his thumb across his knuckles. "Hoba.. your hair is still coated with soap.. we'll have to rinse it.."

"I just want.." Hoseok's words are stopped by another heave, only foamy saliva coming up.

"I know, I know.. it'll be over soon, and then we'll get you cleaned, dressed and in bed. Okay?" Jin gently scratches Hoseok's spine, feeling the tension in his muscles as another heave comes.

"Is that Hoseok-hyung?" Jimin asks when he hears the sound, his stomach dropping when he sees he was correct.

"Jimin-ah get him some pajamas so we can get him dressed and in bed when he's settled down please?" Jin quickly sends the younger member away, knowing Hoseok wouldn't want Jimin seeing him like this.

"Yes hyung.." Jimin hesitates to move, eyes glued on the trembling rapper. Hoseok's face was completely hidden by the toliet bowl, Jin's hand on his chest holding him up.

"Jimin go." Jin uses a stern tone to get the younger moving. "And bring a water bottle too."

Jimin doesn't make Jin ask a third time, quickly going into the kitchen to get a water bottle.

"Is that Hoba in the bathroom?" Yoongi asks, making Jimin jump.

"Aiish! Hyung don't sneak up on me like that!" Jimin, close the fridge, sighing."It is.. Hobi-hyung said he wasn't feeling well earlier because he ate too much, but maybe it was the food i made.."

"He hasn't been eating much lately trying to prep for the new album.. he probably just overdid it. You're a pretty good cook Jimin-ah." Yoongi comforts Jimin, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You should bring the water to Hoba.. it sounds like he's settled down.."

"I..I'm done.." Hoseok whispers, falling backwards into Jin's chest, panting heavily. His muscles burned with each breath,overworked from the ordeal. "I'm...sorry..i..I.."

"Shh..Shh Hobi.. don't apologize to me.. just focus on catching your breath okay?" Jin speaks softly, wiping some soap from his forehead before it could drip into his eyes, careful to not make Hoseok have to move. I need to wash him.. hopefully he can stay up long enough..

"But..you're..s..s..soaked.." Hoseok says through chattering teeth, pulling the towel Jin draped over him closed for warmth.

"I don't care. It's just water." Jin hugs his shivering dongsaeng close to his chest. "Just take deep breaths..relax Hoseok-ah..it's okay.."

"I got a pair of pajamas and water hyung." Jimin enters the bathroom, the tightness in his chest loosening when he sees Hoseok stopped."Here Hobi-hyung.. take a bit of water, wash your mouth out." Jimin holds the water by his lips, letting him get a mouthful to swish around, the sickly member spitting it into the toliet. "Do you need any more help?"

"You can try to clean the shower up for Hobi. If you can't do it, it's no big deal. I'll get it after Hoseok catches his breath." Jin didn't want to let Hoseok go, and Jimin knew it.

I can't be squeamish now..hyung needs me..it's not a big deal..

"No, no I can do it." Jimin takes a deep breath, holding his breath as he opens the shower door, gagging at the sight, an acid tang filling his throat. He closes his eyes turning on the shower to try to wash as much as possible down the drain. "I'm okay."

"I'm sorry Jiminie.." Hoseok's voice comes out as a raspy whisper.

"No hyung, it's not your fault.." Jimin rejected his apology, speaking in a soft tone. It's mine..

"Finished.." Jimin says removing his gloves and throwing them in the trash, tying up the bag. His stomach fluttered uncomfortably, feeling nauseous from the smell that still filled his nostrils despite the fact he cleaned all the traces of sick.

"Thanks Jimin-ah.." Jin gently pokes Hoseok's cheek, the sickly member dosing off while waiting. "Baby I need you to move for me."

Hoseok sleepily blinks groaning when he tries sitting up. "I'm cold and it hurts to move..."Hoseok whimpers, feeling his muscles burning. "Hyung.."

"I know.. I know.. just bear with me a little longer, and you can sleep.. Jimin-ah, could you do one more thing? At the end of my bed, there's a heated blanket. Could you get it and plug it in for Hobi?" Jin asks softly, helping Hoseok move to the shower floor, removing the shower head.

"Of course. I'll get it." Jimin leaves, relieved to be given another task, taking the trash with him.

"I'm going to turn on the water okay?" Jin warns, not wanting to frighten his dongsaeng with the sound of the water. He checks the temperature before covering Hoseok's eyes, gently removing the soap from his body. "You're doing good Hoba.. just keep your eyes closed okay?"

Jin washes all the soap from his hair, then gets a bit of soap to wash the sweat that covered Hoseok, moving his hand across Hoseok in small circles. "Don't fall asleep.."

Hoseok tries to take shallow breaths to try to prevent further agitating his sore muscles. I don't think i could right now...

"Now one more rinse.." Jin sprays the water over his body once more before turning it off, removing his wet shirt before going to help Hoseok out of the shower.

The warm water felt nice on his chilled skin, but as soon as Jin turned it off the trembling started up once more. "C-Cold.." He whispers, hugging onto Jin.

"I know baby.. I'll get you a heat pack after we get you settled in bed.." Jin brushes Hoseoks hair away from his face, getting the towel to dry Hoseok as quickly as possible. "We're almost done baby.."

Hoseok nods, letting Jin dry his hair.

"Do you think you can sit up so I can get a shirt on you Hoba?"

"Yeah, yeah..I got it.." Hoseok slowly moves off of Jins chest, leaning against the shower door while Jin unfolds the button up, leading Hoseok's arms into the holes. "I'm sorry I'm being a burden.." he whispers while Jin works the buttons into their proper holes.

"Don't say such nonsense. You're not being a burden. You just need a little help, that's all." Jin sits Hoseok on the toliet, drying his legs."Let's finish getting you dried and dressed. I'll lay with you until you fall asleep."

Hoseok thought it was over after the one time, but he was wrong. Beads of cold sweat covered his body as his stomach cramps up, leaving his head swirling when he tries to sit up, wrapping his arm around his bloated middle as a wet burp comes, leaving a nasty film coating his mouth.

"J-jimin-ah.." Hoseok tries to call for his roommate, but his voice comes out as a small whimper. He knew if be tried to stand whatever was left in his stomach would come back up. "Jiminie.." he tries louder, the urgency in his voice waking up Jimin.

"Hyung..whats wrong?" Jimin's voice comes out as a raspy whisper, turning to his side to face Hoseok's bed.

Hoseok tries to speak, but he feels the bile pushing its way up his throat, his stomach releasing a high-pitched gurgle. "Nm..." he presses his palm over his mouth as another burp comes whimpering when he swallows down the sick that filled his cheeks. "Sick..Jimin-ah.."

Jimin instantly gets up when he hears the desperation in Hoseok's voice, blindly feeling for the trashcan in the dark, crawling onto Hoseok's bed when he finds it placing it in front of Hoseok just in time for him to heave into it.

Jimin runs his hands through Hoseok's hair, pulling it back so Hoseok wouldn't have to suffer through another shower. "It's okay, it's okay.. I'm here.. " he tries to say soothing things, his heart sinking when he hears the soft whimper followed by the splash of sick onto the plastic bag inside the bin.

He continued to dry heave despite the fact earlier he emptied everything he had in his stomach, nothing coming up but strings of foamy saliva.

Jimin goes behind Hoseok, letting him use him as support until his stomach settled down once more. "Are you done Hoba?"

"Mhm.." Hoseok hums deeply, clearing his throat. "I'm okay now.."

"Is there anything I can do to help? Do you want the heated blanket on? You want some water? Or-"

"I want to stay like this for now.." Hoseok whispers, turning on his side. He could hear Jimin's racing heart and feel his unsteady breathing on his forehead as he tried to calm down too. Being here with me is enough..

"I'll stay here all night if that's what you want.." jimin uses his sleeve to wipe the sweat from Hoseoks forehead. "But you have to let me lay down too okay?"

#bts sickfic #bts boys #bts fanfic #bts sickie #bts jhope #bts jimin #bts sick fic #sick!fic #sick!hobi #bts hobi #sick hobi #jihope #2seok #bts emeto #tw vomit

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rainbowsuitcase · 7 months

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Fanfic Rec Friday #5

in case you didn’t know (i belong to you) by maipurplesyou (couldn't find socmed) - Seokjin x Hoseok, 10 254 words, T - Fake Dating AU, Friends to Lovers

Seokjin and Hoseok’s friends are certain that they’re dating each other (they’re not) and they decide to play along just to get them off their backs.

settle down inside my love by stellataes - Yoongi x Namjoon, 21 535 words, E - Fake Dating AU, Former Fuckboy Namjoon

Yoongi jumps at the chance to be his gentle, nerdy best friend Namjoon's fake boyfriend on a reunion weekend at a luxury hotel. That is, until he learns that Namjoon was famous at University for his sexual prowess, and that all of Namjoon's friends he's currently seated at dinner with have first hand experience of it.

BTS Fake Dating Fest - Fest full of fake dating stories

Of All the Fish in the Sea... by deepslowpanic - Seokjin x Yoongi, 16 724 words, E - Soulmate AU, Friends With Benefits, Misunderstanding

Yoongi wakes up with a soulmark matching Seokjin's. Seokjin says it's cool, Yoongi tries to deal with it.

in this moment i will trust by CrabWhisperer - Yoongi centric OT7, 7 139 words, M - Royalty AU, A/B/O, Non-sexual BDSM

Yoongi is the newest member of Hoseok's pack and tonight, he's finally feeling brave enough to find his place in it.

Searching For Safe by thestarskeepfalling - Hoseok x Jimin, 145 131 words, T - A/B/O, Pack OT7, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Non-traditional Omegaverse, Found Family

Jimin runs away from his pack to find a safe space in Seoul, but the big city is nothing like he imagined.

Home by sopemoon - OT6 + baby Jungkook, 13 786 words, E - Hybrid AU, Hurt/Comfort, Mpreg, Past Miscarriage

Yoongi lost his kittens, but things change when he finds an abandoned baby bunny in the forest and tries to protect him from a pack of wolves. But the last thing on the wolves' minds is hurt them.

don't play no game that I can't win by misspamela - Yoongi x Jungkook, 52 566 words, E - Fake Dating, Mutual Pining, Misunderstanding

Jungkook accidentally stumbles into fake dating Seoul's rising hip-hop genius.

Yoon(g/j)i by aprofessorstale - No pairing, Yoongi centric, 17 378 words, T - Coming Out, Self-discovery, Genderfluidity, Nonbinary Character

Yoongi finds out they're genderfluid and starts experimenting with what that means.

Maybe Samgyeopsal Will Be Our Always by TheLostPevensie - Seokjin x Yoongi x Namjoon x Hoseok, 16 283 words, T - Blind Double Date, Domestic, Fluff and Humor

Seokjin and Yoongi, boyfriends, meet Hoseok and Namjoon, boyfriends. And the rest, as they say, is history.

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notedinterludes · 9 months

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nervouscupcakeinspace · 1 year

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BTS FIC RECS (PART 7)

GEN

Special Delivery by nicedress *

“Over the years, Yoongi had learned to live with Bangtan. Maybe most importantly, Bangtan had learned to live with him.”

Or: Yoongi can usually keep his cat instincts in check, aside from his tendency to knock dishes off the counter and occasional late-night zoomies. Sometimes, though, he loses control over something as simple as a laser pointer… or a refrigerator box full of packing peanuts.

Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope

love at first scent by exarite *

Every three months, Jungkook buys a scent from ScentShare user HOPE. Even if he spends his heat alone, it helps to have the scent of an alpha with him during it.

It works, and it works well—and it keeps working until Jungkook's work moves him to Seoul and Jungkook meets user HOPE himself.

After all those heats with user HOPE's scent in his sheets...his omega's just a little confused.

No Other Homeland by clarz, swellow (WIP)

As a second son, Jungkook will never sit on the throne of Haeguk. No, his most important offering, his most sacred duty, is this: the offering of his body and heart in marriage. His whole self, made perfect.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM

Sugar Bunny by creambunkoo

The idea appeals to him instantly, almost intensely, how much he'd enjoy that. Spoiling Jungkook, and being the only one who gets to do so.

Namjoon takes interest in a hybrid camboy and ends up buying his virginity at an auction. Jungkook becomes his sugar baby, and they both get too attached.

Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

sweet creature by alphabusan

When Jungkook, a cheeky mermaid with a tendency to cause trouble, strays a bit too far from home, he finds himself lost in the deepest parts of the Pacific Ocean. He doesn't stand a chance.

Or; Jungkook winds up in the hands of a strangely familiar tentacle monster.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Park Jimin

three hundred sixty five by silklace

“Yo.” Hoseok nudges his head back, glancing up at Jimin. His ear is hot where it’s pressed to Jimin’s thigh, head in his lap. “Can I give you a blowjob?”

[Jimin has complicated feelings about his birthday. Hoseok goes down on him.]

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin

The New Head of Strategic Development Mr. Kim by Anna (pineconepickers)

To make life simpler at work, Seokjin lets his co-workers think that he has an alpha at home – this way people will focus on game development and not whether he as a handsome omega is single or not. This works well until the new Head of Strategic Development is hired: an alpha who does not seem to believe the lie about Seokjin’s relationship status – or, perhaps, Seokjin wishes Namjoon didn’t.

Touch: An Intermission by Anna (pineconepickers)

Seokjin returns to Korea after a decade abroad and (temporarily!) moves in with his old university friend Namjoon. On paper, however, this seems like a poor decision: Seokjin is struggling to get back on his feet, while Namjoon has his hands full with his ten-week-old baby. When Seokjin thinks about it, the two of them were never that close either – living together is unlikely to turn out well.

Namjoon leaned backwards and said, “Look, I know living with us is not what you want.” Seokjin relaxed – was Namjoon too going through the motions to please Yoongi and Hoseok? “However, here’s why I think you should,” Namjoon added, and Seokjin choked on the pineapple juice.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Taehyung | V

always by circumstance by disillusioned (miscalculated)

Namjoon set his pen down, leaned into his chair, and gave Taehyung a probing look. “You’re here to ask me to fuck you?”

Taehyung’s jaw slackened. He still had his arms tucked behind him, both hands on the handle like he was preparing himself to escape at any moment. Then, the uncertainty in his wide eyes darkened into something that matched Namjoon’s. “Would you?”

(These are disjointed thoughts: Bear. Not a tiger.)

Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

The One by nicedress *

Every stamen lured into Yoongi’s bed leaves him with a new blossom on his skin and a new grave on his property. When he encounters Namjoon, a stamen who refuses to touch any pistil unless it’s his soulmate, all Yoongi sees is someone naive and easy to control.

Someone to help around the farm without complaint. Someone to dig holes without realizing they’re graves. Someone Yoongi’s not quite willing to kill—not yet.

Pistilverse AU — see notes for details.

What the Stars Look Like Under You by nicedress *

After building a porn career as a popular submissive, a scene gone wrong sends Yoongi spiraling. Switching roles gives him new purpose and shields him from the trauma he’s not willing to face, but having the world’s most pretentious, ecofriendly Dominant steal his spotlight isn’t making things any easier.

out of order by silklace

“Hyung,” Namjoon says carefully, “don’t you think it would help if we just, I dunno, talked it out a little?”

Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin

ignite the stars by tendershipping *

As a knight of the Jedi Order, Taehyung has sworn an oath against personal attachments.

Ten years after Jimin ran away from the Order, he resurfaces as a Sith apprentice, and calls all of Taehyung's loyalties into question.

(Fear of loss is a path to the dark side, and Taehyung refuses to lose Jimin again.)

we bleed it out by tendershipping

Kim Taehyung dies on a Friday night, and wakes up on trial in a court of vampires.

Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin

guess i'll be the first by silklace

Jimin is there, because Jimin is always there.

POLY RELATIONSHIPS

OT7 - Relationship

From Me, The Moon by Oh_Hey_Tae (WIP) *

“Of course. You all—” Namjoon’s voice catches. He doesn’t admit to them that they’re the first people he’s spoken to in nearly a decade. He doesn’t tell them that their mingled scents remind him of his home that’s been long lost in a forest a lifetime away. He doesn’t share that here, with them, Namjoon feels as if there is sunlight pouring in through all the empty spaces of his chest.

(Or: Namjoon hasn't had a home in years and a strange pack in the mountains tries to change that.)

Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin

belly up by silklace

The third time Jungkook slides a half-glance across the couch towards him, Hoseok says, “If you don’t just say whatever’s on your mind, I’m gonna come over there and sit on you.”

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin

dead star dragon by tendershipping

His name was Jimin, and for ten years, Jungkook has carried his lightsaber. Has watched him fall in a hail of blaster fire over and over again in his dreams.

Then the Inquisitor lifts his helmet, and Jungkook's world shatters.

(During the Purge, Jimin was cut down in a last stand to give Taehyung and Jungkook time to escape. Ten years later, an Inquisitor wearing his face finds them.)

(* Personal favorites)

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 1

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 2

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 3

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 4

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 5

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 6

#my fic recs #bts fic recs #jikook #yoonmin #namjin #hopekook #namkook #jihope #taejoon #namgi #bts poly #ot7 #mine

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sugalaritae · 2 years

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anything for you - jhs x pjm

pairing: Jung Hoseok x Park Jimin summary: Hoseok has worked so hard for the performance, now it's over and he's said goodnight to everyone but Jimin knows it's not that simple. genre: idol!au, fluff, a bit of angst, mostly Hobi is exhausted & Jimin is kind rating: PG (the rest of my fics are 18+) word count: 1.5k warnings: Hoseok's performance adrenaline is dipping and he's feeling emotional. exhaustion. mentions of pushing his body a little too far. Jimin is Hoseok's weight to pull him back down to earth. notes: i was feeling a certain way after last night's performance and live. i never write idol aus but here we are and i hope you enjoy it. i wanted to write a little bit of these two having a sweet moment. this moment is meant to be platonic because i want to write male friendships as sweet and romantic because they can be just as all friendships can be. this is un-beta'd. also, please let me know if i use honorifics incorrectly, no amount of research can actually beat speaking and knowing the language or being Korean.

The adrenaline is starting to wear off.

He has food in him and the shower felt great for the first few minutes but now that he’s out of it, now that he has a towel wrapped around his waist and his wet hair is sticking to the back of his neck in a similar way that it was only a few minutes before he stepped into the shower acts as a reminder that he’s washed away the sweat that was tied so intrinsically to the performance.

He’s starting to crash.

That’s the tricky thing about preparing for an hour-long concert for months and having only one shot at it. He’s used to having multiple days, multiple stages, and different audiences every night. His body wants to keep going, wants to keep preparing for the next one, to crash into the other members; except there is no next performance and crashing into all the other members will have to wait until he’s back in Korea.

He’s not sad. No, he’s thrilled. Proud of himself. The doubt that had resided in his body and mind for the last several months has dissipated. He’s proven to himself that he can do this. That people love him for who he is and what he does. They love his music. The crowd sang his lyrics, even the new songs.

He couldn’t be happier.

The problem is that with months of practice all leading up to one singular performance all those emotions that were present for every practice, every late night filled with worries and doubts, have met the emotions that came with being on that stage and now they don’t know where to go. Instead, they reside in his chest and brain; and with each passing beat of his heart every single emotion (and oh he has a lot of them) have begun to fill each finger and toe, have settled in his ankles and calves. His left arm feels heavier than his right, and his hands feel like they want to shake. He’s experienced all of this before but normally it’s because they’ve all gone through months of performances and it comes with a wash of relief.

Hoseok glances into the fogged up mirror and nods to the other Hoseok looking back at him through the foggy glass. He takes a moment and a small smile quirks in the corner of the reflection, he doesn’t feel it happen on his own body even though it is the one that has smiled, the dozens of muscles taking the opportunity to remind him that they are there for him. He turns his back and turns on the fan as he exits the room and into the hotel suite.

He needs sleep but he’s too awake. His hand has begun to let out the dormant shake except it goes unnoticed by him. He walks over to his suitcase and pulls out a clean pair of underwear and shorts.

He pulls the towel off and folds it in half (the long way) and gently places it over the back of a chair that is sitting near his suitcase. He takes a moment and looks down at his body. He’s always thankful for what his body does for him. How it moves and creates movement. He knows that his brain is in charge of everything, scientifically he knows that, but sometimes it feels as if each muscle group is working together to create something for him. A little gift for doing such a good job. He knows that sometimes he can be cruel to his body, pushing it further than it wants to go, but it never abandons him. It is always there for him every time he falls into bed and every time he wakes up.

He runs a hand down his chest and down his stomach. He can feel the changes he’s been feeling for the last few weeks under his palm. Each muscle is still tight from the performance but it’s slowly starting to loosen up and he knows by morning he will be more relaxed than when he fell asleep and it will continue that way for the next several days.

He dresses. The snap of the elastic on the shorts hitting his waist just as a knock hits the door.

He has missed the text from Jimin asking if he could come over so he thinks that it might be his manager asking if he needs anything before he goes to bed. He walks over to the door and peaks out the peephole to see Jimin. His heart thumps loudly in his chest and echoes throughout his tears as he opens the door. He doesn’t think Jimin will ever be able to understand how much his presence means to him, even though he’s told him several times, words are never enough to convey exactly how you’re feeling.

“Hyung, I thought you might —” Jimin starts only to be cut off as Hoseok pulls him into the room and wraps him in his arms.

Hoseok closes his eyes as he leans his weight into his friend, not noticing that Jimin has pushed the door closed. They have barely gone an hour without seeing each other and yet it’s started to feel too long for Hoseok.

It’s like Jimin knew.

He did know. Jimin always knows.

Jimin knows when to show up and when his friends need him. He’s there in text, in phone calls, and in person whenever anyone needs him. Hoseok tries to reciprocate but doubts that he ever will do enough. He knows deep down that the members feel the same way about him but doubt is easy to give into sometimes and he’s trying his hardest to beat it. Some days are easier than others.

Jimin makes him feel like it’s actually possible to beat any doubt that he has. All of the members have that ability in their own ways. Right now, at this moment, his entire being is crying out for Jimin’s ability.

“You did so well,” Jimin whispers against Hoseok’s neck.

Hoseok can feel the tickle of exhausted and happy tears against his eyelid.

There is a long moment between the two as Jimin holds Hoseok up before finally Hoseok begins to let go and the exhaustion fully sets in.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Jimin says as he pulls back and looks at Hoseok.

And for the first time since he saw Jimin at his door, he really looks at his friend. Jimin has also showered and has changed out of the clothes that he wore to the concert. His hair is a little damp but it’s obvious that he used a hair dryer because his hair has that little extra bounce that it always has when it’s freshly dried.

Hoseok nods and steps away from Jimin and walks to his bed. He pulls back the sheets and crawls in. The fresh cotton sheets feel great against his bare skin and he rubs his feet together as he settles into the pillow, pulling the duvet up to his shoulders.

“Will you —” Hoseok begins to ask and Jimin nods, not needing Hoseok to ask him to stay. He walks through the room and picks up the towel and brings it into the bathroom (he knows that Hoseok will hate that it dried folded like that), and reappearing after only a second and begins to turn off all the lights. Hoseok watches through closing lids Jimin picking up Hoseok’s phone and looking for the cord before he sees it on the bedside table closest to Hoseok’s pillow and plugs it in.

He doesn’t ask for Hoseok to move over but instead walks around the bed, shutting off the last light switch on his way, taking a moment for his eyes to adjust to the new darkness before he crawls into bed beside his Hyung.

“I’m exhausted,” Hoseok whispers.

“I know, Hyung.”��

Hoseok takes a deep breath and opens his eyes to see Jimin laying on his side and watching him. He smiles and moves closer.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Of course.”

“They all watched,” Hoseok mumbles, sleep slowly starting to coat each word. “They texted me.”

“Of course they did. Yoongi-hyung even posted it on instagram,” Jimin whispers followed by a little laugh.

“You checked instagram?”

Jimin laughs again and shakes his head just a little against the pillow, “Army posted it on weverse.”

Hoseok’s face breaks into a smile and he laughs as his eyes flutter shut.

“We’re all so proud of you.”

The smile stays on Hoseok’s face.

“You were amazing, Hyung,” Jimin says as he slips his fingers against Hoseok’s forehead and pushes his wet hair back.

“I’m proud of myself.”

This makes Jimin smile wide.

“You should be. You worked so hard and you were so fucking cool and…” he trails off trying to think of another adjective to describe the performance. “Amazing.”

Hoseok’s smile has faded a little but it reappears for a moment and then his face falls into sleep.

“I’m exhausted,” he repeats.

“I know. Go to sleep, hyung,” he whispers as his fingers trail behind Hoseok’s ear as he slowly starts to pick up a pattern of soft strokes through his Hyung’s hair, just as he knows Hoseok likes.

“Love you,” Jimin thinks is what Hoseok has mumbled and he chuckles softly.

“Love you too,” he responds and watches in the dark as Hoseok’s body finally relaxes into sleep.

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//: 🔭 Про юность, красные конверсы и звезды, что не видны в этом грязном городе.

— Хочешь, покажу тебе звезды? — отбрасывает пустой баллончик с краской в сторону и немного пугливо смотрит по сторонам, проверяя не заметили ли их хулиганство копы, — все чисто.

— Заинтриговал, — Хосок фотографирует готовый граффити, с наслаждением отмечая его красоту, и опускается на корточки поправляя свои любимые конверсы, что уже все потрепанные, но с ними он не расстанется — слишком много дорогих сердцу воспоминаний в себе носят.

— Ах, вы, опять шкодничаете! — мужчина останавливается напротив них и смотрит долго, укоризненно. Сейчас он опять вызовет полицию, те приедут и затащат в обезьянник, откуда выйти можно только с родителями. Вот только родители что Хосока, что Чимина не приедут — они отреклись от собственных детей после каминг-аута, так и не сумевши смириться с их ориентацией и желанием просто любить в противовес «правилам» общества (кто вообще придумал эти глупые правила, а главное, зачем? Настоящая жизнь все равно им не подчиняется, она поступает, так, как видит и создает каждого человека, словно статую — так же уникально и чудесно, пусть и со своими особенностями, что позже другие начнут порицать, делая из них изъяны. Хотя какие изъяны, если так и было задумано?) И плевать, что их любовь чистая и искренняя, пусть и немного наивная в силу подросткового возраста с его максимализмом, но она есть, и она безумно важна.

— Бежим! — Чимин дергает задумавшегося Хосока за рукав и резко срывается с места, оставляя по себе лишь баллончики из-под краски и граффити, что будет призрачно напоминать этому миру о их существовании — временно, ибо дожди и люди уничтожат рисунок на стене заброшки, и все, для мира они перестанут существовать навсегда.

Но последнее воспоминание будет обязательно ярким.

Они бегут со всех ног, цепляются за камешки и прочий мелкий мусор, чувствуют как горят мышцы, но бегут и смеются во весь голос, не могут сдержать счастья, что сейчас ощущается слишком пьяняще: вот она свобода. Оказывается, истинная свобода это про свежий воздух, про хосоковские красные конверсы, что напоминают о пройденном пути, когда приходилось и падать и терять, разбиваясь, и, конечно же, бежать — сначала, чтобы забыться, спрятаться от себя самого, устроить гонки со своей болью и бесконечными проблемами; потом, дабы найти спокойствие, встретиться с судьбой, твердо смотря в глаза и принять ее с честью, а после все также бежать дальше.

Вся жизнь и есть бесконечный бег.

— Не думал, что свобода это так прекрасно, — шепчет, отдышавшись. Чимин привел их в какой-то промежуток между домами, которые в этом городе тесно тулятся друг к другу серым безразличием и скрывают священное — небо.

В этом городе постоянно темно.

— Мне всегда говорили, что свобода — это иметь много денег, путешествовать по миру и покупать брендовые вещи, но, оказывается, свобода это просто жить, дышать без давления и делать то, что приносит счастье, — у Чимина горят глаза, а на пухлых губах такая прекрасна улыбка, что отражает глубину и искренность сказанного. Выкрашенные в рыжий жесткие пряди ласкает весенний, прохладный ветер, что пробирается под кожанку, но абсолютно никак не раздражает — самый прекрасный момент жизни испортить невозможно: он бывает лишь однажды и остается слишком ярким в памяти, затмевает все вокруг и проноситься сквозь недолгую жизнь, согревая душу в отвратительные вечера, когда даже существовать не хочется.

— Ты и есть мое счастье, — Хосок подходит ближе, абсолютно ничего не боясь, и крепко обнимает своего парня, наваливается на него и прижимает к грязной стене, целуя. Но не требовательно, со страстью, а нежно, будто душу передавая, будто от соприкосновения их губ зависит судьба галактик.

— Фу, как слащаво, — улыбается куда-то в чужую ключицу, так и не желая разорвать прикосновения. Открытые участки кожи горят от учащенного дыхания Хосока и, кажется, Чимин теряется в эйфории от любви.

Так и умереть не жалко — с последним едва слышным аккордом прекрасности.

Иногда, лучше закончить все когда счастлив: тогда дальше не будет никакой боли, что является неотменный частью, тогда запомнишь лишь улыбку на лице любимого человека.

— Но признай: тебе приятно это слышать, — хмыкает, переплетая их пальцы. Смотрит на такой красивый профиль Чимина и тянется ближе, покрывая поцелуями линию челюсти, опускается к шее и едва ощутимо прикасается к коже губами.

— Хосок! Щекотно, — смеется своим маняще-высоким голосом и смущенно отстраняется.

— А что на счет звезд? — Хосок смотрит на небо, что едва ли видно сквозь все эти многоэтажные стеклянные здания — слишком безжизненные. Кажется, насмотришься на них и сам таким же станешь — угрюмым, потерянным, будешь лишь скитаться по грязным маршруткам в поисках успокоения после долгого рабочего дня и потеряешь этот яркий огонек юности, все те чудесные моменты, что дарит подростковый возраст.

— Следуй за мной, вселенная, — хитро улыбается и ловко карабкается по узкой металической лестнице, что, по всей видимости, ведет куда-то в технические помещения. Хосок неотрывно следует за ним, переодически поправляя лямки рюкзака, что так и норовят сползти с плеча.

Руки все грязные от пыли и ржавчины, но они лезут все выше, желая увидеть что-то очень прекрасное, которое стоя в по колена в этой проклятой земле не увидишь. Вокруг слишком тихо и это кажется подозрительным — вдруг их кто-то заметил? Но нет — судьба (или что там сверху?) сегодня благосклонна для двух душ, что в этом мире остались одни.

На крыше необычно тихо, можно услышать собственное дыхание, бесящее до предела. Из компании лишь ветер и собственные тяжелые мысли. Город снизу выглядит обворожительно красиво, почти кукольно, а яркие вечерние огни лишь подкрепляют ощущение восторга.

— Вау, не думал, что эта дыра может выгляд��ть _так_ красиво, — Хосок подходит к самому краю крыши, абсолютно не боясь упасть — смерть никогда не пугала, ведь неизвестность — не худшее что может быть; худшее — знать каждый следующий шаг и не иметь возможности насладиться различными моментами, что внезапно появляются, врываясь в жизнь вихрем, и также быстро заканчиваются, оставив по себе цепочку событий, которые ведут к чему-то (обязательно) прекрасному.

— Иногда вещи оказываются совсем другими, стоит только взглянуть на них с другого ракурса, — безразлично пожимает плечами, поправляя волосы, что растрепались еще больше от ветра наверху. Чимин даже не смотрит, потому что приходит сюда каждый раз как нуждается в одиночестве, как нуждается в месте, где он сможет выплеснуть всю боль, кричать во весь голос о несправедливости и ненависти. К счастью, с появлением Хосока в его жизни такая потребность почти полностью отпала и теперь Чимин готов показать это почти священное место, создав такой прекрасный последний аккорд именно здесь — в месте, благодаря которому все и началось.

Тогда, год назад, Чимин собирался снова спрятаться от всех — мать в очередной раз устроила скандал из-за плохих оценок в табеле. С дома она бы не выгнала, все закончилось очередным глупым наказанием, но Чимин также сильно любит бросить спичку в бензин, потому на эмоциях выкрикнул, что он гей и не будет жить примерной семейной жизнью, как хочет родительница. Тогда Хосок остановил его посреди улицы и попросил сигарет, а Чимин понял, что навсегда пропал в этих бездонных глазах и такой яркой улыбке.

— Так приторно говоришь, словно в тех мотивирующих кни��ках, — фыркает, присаживаясь на самый край, и свешивает ноги вниз.

— Курить хочу, — внезапно говорит Чимин, садясь рядом. Он кладет голову на плече Хосока и чувствует как тот придвигается ближе, дабы его парню было удобнее.

— Сигареты еще вчера закончились, если ты забыл.

— Надо будет купить новую пачку, — «поздно», — проноситься в мыслях. Чимин уверен, что больше на землю они не ступят; так и останутся тут, у звезд, словно у стражи покоя этого грязного, отвратительного города.

Кстати о звездах:

— Так почему ты даже не посмотрел на небо, на звезды, которые так хотел увидеть? — поднимает взгляд в небо и ждет ответ. Хосок и правда не выдал малейшей заинтересованности и лишь смотрел на Чимина или куда-то на линию горизонта.

— Зачем мне звезды, если есть твои глаза? — смотрит в зрачки напротив и чувствует себя как под дозой: так ирреально и пьяняще, кажется, такой прекрасный Чимин лишь галлюцинация, что, словно сирена в бесконечном море, сводит с ума.

— А что, если звезды это горящие глаза влюбленных, которым не суждено было быть вместе, вот они и светятся ночью, дабы дать шанс полюбить другим? — выгибает бровь и смущенно отводит взгляд — все еще не привык, что его разглядывают с таким обожанием и любовью. Теория безумная, пришедшая в голову буквально секунду назад, но Чимин считает нужным озвучить — кажется, она недалека от истины.

— Тогда наши звезды будут самыми яркими.

— Их вообще не будет, ведь наша история обязательно будет иметь счастливый финал, — спешит возразить Чимин, поправляя фенечку на запястье — один из многочисленных небольших подарков Хосока, которые он с обожанием хранит и носит при любой удобной (и не очень) возможности.

— Тогда давай закончим ее сейчас, — придвигается ближе и целует, словно в последний раз.

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