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flamingo-writes · 10 months

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Leather and Lipstick — Hobie Brown x Reader

@inthishousewestanencanto requested: “Hi! May I ask for a Hobie request? Some possible smut if that's something you write? If not, him making the reader their own battle jacket?”

A/N: i took more than I thought writing this, but I also intended to write a fix half this length. I also merged both things in one, and I feel kinda proud of it. I hope you enjoy it 😩

Genre: fluff, smut.

Word count: 1.8K

Warnings: smut of course. Not proof read.

Hobie Brown was tall. And he was skinny. Granted, he had superhuman strength, could lift an entire bus if he wanted. But he was naturally a skinny guy. His muscles were toned, but not ridiculous toned to make him look like a dehydrated model. He was proportionally toned, muscles buff enough to make him look irresistible to you. Small waist, narrow shoulders.

And it was precisely his thin complexion what allowed him to fit into your clothes. Just like you could fit and drive him crazy wearing his clothes, he could do the exact same thing to you.

He especially loved stealing and wearing a dark red leather jacket you owned. It always smelled like you. It was soft. And you always left random trinkets in the pockets. Sometimes it was your lipstick, sometimes it was your earrings, sometimes it was the tiny origami animals you did with post it notes when you got bored at work. He loved exploring the pockets of your jacket, he never knew what he was going to find.

One time you tipped the inside of the pocket by mistake. Hobie could almost hear the sound of your heart breaking as you said how your favourite jacket was in her last moments, as the insides were starting to rip, the edges were starting to look worn and the paint was starting to fall off. It had been with you for the best part of almost ten years. And you’d found it in a secondhand store. Who knew how long had that jacket really have.

Hobie made it his mission to patch up and fix your jacket before your birthday.

“Man, I’m gonna try and fix it, but I don’t think she has that much life left in her…” You said.

“I’ll do it,” Hobie said with a nonchalant shrug as he started thinking of all the things he could actually do with your jacket.

You didn’t hear nor see your jacket for months. You started forgetting about it, only nostalgically remembering you once had a gorgeous scarlet jacket when you saw pictures of you wearing it. But knew Hobie was actively keeping it secret, as he never told you how it was going. You knew it was going good from the cheeky grin he gave you every time you asked.

The next time you saw it wa shack at Hobie’s place after the night out you had with your friends. You went to a bar, talked and drank for hours. And it was around four a.m. when you left back to your place. Awake as if it was barely 11 p.m. you walked into his place. His hand on your waist as he pushed you against the wall and kissed you between giggles.

You didn’t even try to resist Hobie as you kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, standing on your tiptoes. His snaked around your waist as he pressed his body against yours. You moaned sweetly into his lips.

He pulled away from the kiss, leaving you hot and bothered as you glanced at him.

“I’ve still got one last surprise for ya,” He said in a low purr.

“God, Hobie, you’ve already given me a wonderful day with my boyfriend, a fantastic evening with my friends, you know, I’m still kinda expecting birthday sex, but what else can you possibly give me? You’ve already given me everything,” You chuckled, following him as he walked into his room.

“Oh, you’re gonna get your birthday sex, don’t worry, luv…” He chuckled. “Close your eyes,”

You did as he said as you heard his wardrobe open and the rustling of hangers.

“Stretch out your arms,” He said, you complied.

As you felt something leathery and slightly heavy in your hands, your heart stopped briefly.

“No…” You whispered.

“Open those pretty eyes,”

In your hands you saw your scarlet jacket. Renewed. Enhanced. Spikes around the collar, and the cuffs. Black patches sewed with floss along some of the edges. At the back there was a beautiful drawing of your favourite animal made out of polygons with white paint.

“Hobie!” You whispered breathless. “Oh my god, Hobie!”

“You have to see the best part, look at this,” He said as he showed you the inside, completely new fabric covering the insides, and where the old washed out tag with the brand and size was, now replaced with a black patch with a drawing of a pencil with “HB No.2” written on it. His familiar signature, referencing the drawing pencils. Underneath, there was something else written: “For the Love of My Life, my Beacon of Light. I love you. -HB”

You looked up at Hobie with wide eyes, as they got teary.

“Wadya think?” He asked.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close, trapping his lips in a fiery kiss. His hands latched on to your hips at once. Pulling you over to the bed, making you lay down.

“I loved it. Hobie, it’s wonderful…” you said breathlessly as you pulled Hobie on top of you.

“Would you model it for me, luv?” He purred.

You chuckled and nodded. Getting off of you, and laying besides you, you say up and out on the jacket, standing up and modelling the jacket.

“The jacket doesn’t look nearly as beautiful as the girl wearing it,”

“Come on, Hobie. It’s beautiful. I loved it,” You said.

“I’m glad you liked it,” He said with a gentle smile.

“You know how this would look even better?” You asked, smirking as you took off the jacket.

Hobie raised an eyebrow as he watched you take your shirt off. His heart racing as his eyes and smirk widened.

As you put your jacket back on, this time not wearing anything underneath. The jacket covering your breasts, leaving your chest exposed, as Hobie stared at you wide eyed.

“Fuck, I can’t believe how incredibly hot you look, luv,” He said as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him.

Pulling you down, straddling him, he leaned closer and started kissing your neck as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His hands exploring your skin underneath the jacket. Between his hands and lips, you felt delirious. Letting a soft moan escape your throat as one of your hands sunk in his wicks.

“Fuck, Hobie…” You whispered.

“Isn’t that the plan?” He teased, making you chuckle.

“You’re such a smartass,” You said kissing his head.

“You like that, don’t you?” He said pulling away as one of his hands caressing your cheek.

His other hand slid up your side, cupping your boob. His thumb sliding over your nipple, making you close your eyes and moan.

“You sound so hot when you do that, babe…” He said in a low voice, as he kept teasing your nipple, staring at you enamoured.

Opening your eyes, you glanced at him. Licking your lips, as your stare darkened. Picking up on the look you were giving him, he leaned forward and kissed you. His other hand slid down your cheek to cup your other breast, giving them a gentle squeeze before his fingers teased your nipples. Gasping against his lips, you rocked your hips on top of his, this time, stealing a moan from him.

Melting against each other, while normally you’d passionately devour each other, this time you went slower. Equally fiery, but much slower. Taking your time to undress each other. Loving caresses, and declarations of love dissipating in the air, mixed with moans. The heat rising as you gave into each other.

With little clothes left, Hobie lying on the bed with you sitting on his hips. Wearing nothing but leather and smudged lipstick. He stared at you with drunken eyes.

“You know how else would this jacket look great?” He asked.

“On your bedroom floor?” You asked, making him chuckle.

“Man, too predictable?”

“You used that pick up like the first time you brought me over to your place…” You chuckled. “I was wearing—“

“That sexy blue sundress…” Hobie sighed as his hands slid up your body, pushing the jacket off your shoulders.

In a swift move, once Hobie took off the jacket, he grabbed your hips and turned the both of you over. Leaving you undergrad as he nestled between your legs.

“For the record, you always do look sexy…” He said.

You giggled as you cupped his face. “Kiss me, Hobie…”

Without having to be told twice, he leaned down and kissed you.

The night went on as you let the heat of the moment consume you. Clothes burning close together, as he slid inside of you. Stretching you in such a delicious way, building a rhythm that was soon going to drive you crazy. Delirious, as Hobie knew exactly how to make you feel ecstatic.

With every push, he was building your orgasm. Somehow being simultaneously rough and gentle, making your eyes roll back. Your voice growing higher and higher, as the sound of your voice was driving him insane.

“Fuck, babe…Look at me…” He purred as you opened your eyes, looking at him. “That’s right, babe…”

“I love you, Hobie…” You gasped.

“I do too. Very, very much, baby…” He said as he leaned over, his nose brushing against yours.

His hips slowed down, as his hands patched on to your hips, lifting them up slightly. Going deeper than before, you let a loud moan out as you bumped your forehead against his. His length brushing against the right spot, and his tip kissing your cervix.

“Babe, I want to cum…” You whined.

“Everything at its time…” He chuckled softly as he built up his rhythm again.

Arching your back, you cried out his name as your hands clawed to his shoulders. His hips snapping against yours, as his own grunts only added to the heat in your belly condense.

With every push, every gasp, you felt yourself dissolving, every second closet and closer and closer to your climax.

“Ba-babe~”

“You like that?” He asked with a cheeky grin as he pulled your legs over his shoulders, going deeper.

“Ye-yeah…”

“Such a pretty girl,” He purred as he sped up.

His relentless pace eventually threw you off the edge, as you cried out his name, your fingers clawing to his arms. The consuming heat of your orgasm burning you inside out. Your walls desperately squeezing him, sucking him in as he groaned, lost in pleasure as he chased his own orgasm. The delirious spasming of your walls soon made him come undone. His hot seed shooting inside your insides, coating and painting your walls.

He kissed your forehead, halting his movements. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the feeling of his body relaxing and the sound of your soft panting, catching your breath.

He got off of you and collapsed on the bed besides you. Rolling to your side, you snuggled close to him.

“Happy birthday, luv,”

“My best birthday so far,”

“That’ll change next year,” He said confidently, as he kissed your forehead.

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Hobie tag list: @melda0m3

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown headcanons #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown #hobie x you #hobie x reader #hobie x y/n

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shallyouobeyme · 7 months

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Spider

Miles Morales, Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen + (mentioned) Platonic!Yandere!Miguel x child!reader (GN)

Summary: Deciding to cause some Mayhem, Hobie, Miles, Gwen and Pavitr go looking through Miguel's office in his absence, only that what they find there, isn't quite what any of them expected. Who'd have thought Miguel was the type to have a secret Apartment...only that that might not be the worst thing in there...

TW: Kidnapping, dark!content, yandere, threat of violence (not towards reader), MDNI, I do not condone this behaviour, this is just fiction

Day 2 of my Yandere Writetober

After Miles' official introduction into the Spidersociety, he’d loved spending his time there. Not only because he’d be able to hang out with Gwen, Hobie and Pavitr, but also because he felt like part of something bigger. He’d made up an after-school club to his parents and had somehow managed to keep the lie up to this day, which took a lot of studying and doing his best to actually attend class to make his parents trust him.

One afternoon the four spiders were hanging out when Hobie suggested doing something less boring, like breaking into Miguel’s office and checking out his hologram Programm. And while Miles and the others knew that there were some serious consequences if they’d get caught, the energy Hobie had was infectious and they soon found themselves sneaking through his door after making double-sure that Miguel and Jessica were on a mission.

The thrill of sneaking through his office, using his floating platform and the holographic floor to show each other nice or funny memories from their respective universes was just the thing four teenagers needed to have the time of their life’s.

About half an hour had passed and they were strewn around the room looking around. Hobie was probably dismembering and taking components from the different machinery, Gwen was trying to use the holographic floor to look at some classic concerts and Pavitr was playing around with the floating platform. Miles had taken to exploring the shelf’s in one of the corners of the room. Usually the room was so dark that you’d hardly be able to see them which is why

Miles had to use his phone's flashlight to see around. The shelves were filled with some gizmos and gadgets, some files strewn around, some boxes and blueprints. Nothing of particular interest to Miles, or at least nothing until his light hit a picture frame standing about where Miguel's eyes would be level with it.

Given that Miles was not quite as tall as Miguel, he had to rise to his tiptoes to even get an idea of what it depicted, he thought he recognized the image from the video Miguel had showed him when telling him about the dangers of ignoring canon events. It was a picture of his late daughter.

Miles had to swallow hard. He tended to forget what hardship Miguel went through because of how much of a douche he was to him. Something in Miles compelled him to take a closer look at the picture so he reached out to it and tried to take it, but instead of coming down from the shelf, he was only able to pull it slightly into his direction. Then there was a quiet but noticeable ‘click’ before the shelf with the picture on it opened a gap.

"Guys? Uhm, there’s something over here,” Miles called out to his friends who all ran over to him.

“What’s up?” Pavitr asked as he looked around, without seeing anything.

“Well, I think this shelf- let me just-“ he stuttered as he took a hold of the side of the shelf where the gap had opened and pulled.

“Whoa, a secret room? Cool,” Gwen mumbled in awe and slight confusion.

“I knew that bloke had somethin’ to hide, he ain’t right kosher, y’know,” Hobie shrugged and was the first to take off into the secret passage, the other three hot on his heels.

Miles wasn’t sure what he had expected to hide in the secret room, but he was sure it had been anything but what they found there.

Behind the shelf was what seemed to be a full apartment, with a nice open concept as Pavitr noted offhandedly, which in itself wasn’t so strange, after alle, maybe Miguel just liked his privacy.

Or at least that was what the four would have thought if it wasn’t for the plushies, toys, coloring books and other children’s stuff strewn throughout the different sections of the big room.

“Maybe Miggy over here is a bit more kinky then we gave ‘im credit for,” Hobie joked as he picked up a princess coloring book from the kitchen table and leafed through it.

“I don’t know, something about this seems weird, right guys?” Gwen looked around and received nods from Miles and Pavitr, “Maybe we should leave…”

Miles wanted to agree, wanted to get out of there and act like they’d never been there, but his stupid spider-senses had to start going off the charts right that second as he heard something from behind one of the three doors leading out of the room, the only door with more locks on it then on an average New Yorker apartment door.

“You guys feeling that?” Pavitr asked, confirming Miles’ fear that he wasn’t the only one whose senses were acting up.

Not bothering to answer, Hobie and Gwen were the first ones to go towards the door, quickly followed by the other two.

Hobie had already taken hold of the door on both sides ready to take it off its hinges when Gwen stopped him.

“If we break it, there’s no denying what we did anymore, maybe we should try this differently. These locks seemed to be electric, maybe we could overload them to reset them or something.”

Miles quickly realized that with ‘we’ Gwen meant him so he pushed himself to the front and got ready to electrify the locks.

A few seconds later there was a shrill beep and a click and with high anticipation, Miles took hold of the door handle and… It opened without problem.

With bated breath, he opened the door.

“Daddy?” a soft, quiet voice, doubtlessly that of a child, called out to them and all of them stood there like frozen as they stared towards the small kid sitting on a fuzzy blue rug surrounded by dolls and plushies. The child tilted their head, looking at them in confusion.

“Hi, are you friends with Daddy?” they asked, but none of them were in the mental state to answer them, all too shocked.

Suddenly a voice called out from speakers somewhere in the room.

“Y/N go into your room immediately please,” a voice - all of them recognized it as Lydia’s - said and after a slightly disappointed ‘okay Aunt Lyd’ from the child they left through a sliding door in the wall opposite of the four spiders which immediately closed (and probably locked) after them.

“Miguel has been informed of your intrusion, I’d advise you to take your leave immediately, and if you enjoy your heart beating I’d tell you not to mutter a word of this to anyone, now leave.”

With a heavy heart and many questions the four ran out of the secret apartment, making sure to close the shelf after them, before they disbanded and returned to their original universes. All of them couldn’t get the child out of their head, but especially Miles couldn’t help but feel he’d seen them before.

Only when he was lying in bed that evening mulling over the events of that day again did he remember.

Months ago his father had taken one of his files home with him, a missing persons report, a little child had disappeared right out of their childhood bedroom without any hint as to what or who had taken them.

In the upper corner of the report was a picture of a smiling toddler with an white area below where their name was…Y/N.

#Yandere #x reader #spiderverse #spider man across the spider verse #miles morales #Hobie #Pavitr #pavitr x reader #Gwen Stacy #Gwen #yandere!miguel #miguel o’hara #platonic #platonic yandere #dark!miguel #dark content #tw: kidnapping #child!reader #gender neutral reader

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sickiesope · 1 month

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Hello!! Huge fan of your work! Thanks for all the amazing stories:)

Could I request a sick Yoongi and Hoseok who came down with a sneezy cold after a photoshoot in the rain. It is autumn and both are feeling cold. They kind of take care of each other. Yoongi wakes up with a fever as Hoseok slips under his blankets. He welcomes the younger warmly.

Omgg this request is soo cute! 🥰 I'm uhhh, still not that good at writing snz but I tried my best here! 😅

Autumn night

Sickies: Yoongi and Hoseok

Caretakers: Yoongi and Hoseok

Hoseok and Yoongi stand in front of the trees with orange and yellow leaves. They're wearing all black and sporting long wool coats. They both embrace each other and the photographer loves their acting. "Yes, that's perfect! Take a few more like that!"

But Hoseok and Yoongi aren't acting; they're actually getting cold and huddling together. But if it also fits the theme of their photos, then that's a nice bonus. The rain came down more than predicted and they just did a fall themed photoshoot.

"Alright, that's a wrap! It's coming down pretty hard."

Yoongi and Hoseok both sigh in relief but also can't wait to see how the pictures turn out. It's been a long day but that's the life of an idol.

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"Well my hair got wetter than I wanted" Yoongi sighs. "But it was still fun!"

Hoseok takes off his wool coat that's now quite damp. He's feeling cold and that wasn't helping. His voice sounds a bit funny "I think my nose is kinda stuffed." *sniffle*

"Yeah, I'm not feeling so hot either" Yoongi is also sniffling to his own dismay.

"I think we were outside for a little too long.. I can't believe we did that in the rain!"

Hoseok and Yoongi help dry each other off. Hoseok pat dries Yoongi's head with a soft fluffy towel, careful not to mess up his hair more. Yoongi gently pat dries Hobi's face. The younger kept looking up and getting rain in his eyes, which Yoongi found hilarious. After a long day outside they're both ready to hit the hay.

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Yoongi is trying to get comfortable in bed but having great difficulty. He keeps randomly waking up and his head feels warm. He's certain that he's catching some kind of cold. He also keeps sneezing and blowing his stuffed up nose, which has been quite annoying.

Hoseok lightly knocks on Yoongi's door that's ajar. "Hyung?" he murmurs.

Yoongi gets startled at the sudden noise but once he sees it's Hoseok he relaxes his shoulders. "Hoba, you're still up too?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry hyung but I can't sleep..and I'm not feeling too well.." the younger says in a small voice.

Yoongi looks at him understanding "awwh, I know what you mean Hoba. Come lay in bed with me, I'm so cold." Yoongi lifts up the blankets and shifts over a bit. Hoseok smiles happily taking the invite. He joins Yoongi in bed and they cuddle together for warmth.

"Hyung, I think you have a slight fever" Hoseok notices. "I think--" he's cut off by a loud messy sneeze. "Ugh, oh my god" Hoseok takes several tissues, not wanting to be seen. Hoseok lost count of how much he's blown his nose. "My nose is a runny faucet. We're gonna need another box!"

When Hoseok gets up to find a new one he's tiptoeing and trying hard not to sneeze too loud. He feels another one coming and tries to muffle it hiding in his arm but doesn't go too well. Hoseok looks at his other members' doors, worried that they'll come out and scold him for making too much noise. But surprisingly no one does to his relief.

While he's up Hoseok makes them both chamomile tea. "Here, hyung" the dancer hands him his mug. "This should help warm us up."

"Ah, thank you Hoba" Yoongi murmurs, smiling cordially. He takes small sips and likes the warmth of it going down.

"I took out the extra blanket. Its fleece so it's soft and comfortable." Yoongi wraps it around Hoseok and himself and they snuggle. "I hope we didn't wake anyone with our sneezing."

#bts sickfic #sick!yoongi #sick!hoseok #caretaker!yoongi #caretaker!hoseok #request #bts snz

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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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7&ME - Chapter 5 - Vacuum

Pairing: OT7 x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, idol AU, straight, bisexual, gay, threesome

Wordcount: 1228

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] MASTERLIST Wanna read all the chapters right now? You can find the complete story for free on WATTPAD

Summary: Miracles do happen! Somehow you've finally managed to secure a job at a big company! Even though it'll be a 24/7 job, they promised you a fat paycheck, so you don't care what the job is... But what if the job is managing 7 grown men? Seven men who all have needs...

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, fingering, size kink, oral (f&m receiving), dirty talk, gay sex, threesome sex, bisexual sex, implied masturbation, this is super vanilla compared to most of my stories, let me know what I missed.

J I M I N P E R S P E C T I V E

'We want you to feel at home? Call us Oppa?' Jin scolded me. He looked at me incredulously.

'Have you finally gone insane or are you really only able to think with your dick?' he almost shouted at me.

'Ssshhht!' Yoongi hissed, looking at the door anxiously.

We had all gathered in Jin's room while y/n would vacuum the living room.

'What!?' I whisper-shouted back at him obstinately. 'What were we supposed to do? Laugh at her?'

'Of course not! But objectifying her? Really Jimin?' Jin hissed back at me.

I rolled my eyes.

'Jimin's got a point Hyung,' Namjoon said, his arms crossed across his chest.

'That's only because you have a kink for maids AND being called Oppa,' Jin spat at him.

Namjoon pulled a face.

'What should we have done?' Yoongi said seriously. 'I mean, it would've been awkward if I had said, hey y/n, you're wearing my costume I got as a joke from the boys?'

'As opposed to her letting wear the costume forever?' Jin interjected.

'Ugh Jin, stop being so self-righteous,' I said agitatedly and I got up from the bed.

'Look, here are the facts,' I stated simply. 'We all have the hots for her. Let's not deny it, I saw your face when she said Oppa,' I told Jin off when he opened his mouth.

'We all do,' I continued. 'And we all know we hired her to help us out, yes, but also because we all crushed on her hard. None of us can say we don't wish something would happen between us and her,' I said truthfully.

'We can either keep tiptoeing around it for months, which will cause a lot of sexual frustration and tension between all of us. This in turn will eventually result in us screwing the shit out of each other, which I promise you she will notice,' I predicted.

'So instead, why not use this situation to our advantage? Why not try and see what happens? We can try and... you know make a move, see what happens. If she doesn't want us we simply fire her,' I shrugged.

'How can you be so harsh?' Hobi said, looking at me frowning.

'Hobi, honestly, we all want her. If we don't fire her when she doesn't say yes to us, or one of us, like I said: we'll get frustrated and we'll start on each other instead. How can we keep that a secret when she lives in the same house? I don't want to risk that information getting leaked,' I said, a shiver running down my spine at the thought of it.

'Can't we just... not like her? Like, bury our feelings?' Jungkook asked innocently.

I turned to him lazily, stroking his soft cheek.

'Kookie,' I sighed, 'have you ever been able to get over a girl you were around 24/7?'

Jungkook crinkled his nose.

'Exactly,' I said triumphantly.

The boys were quiet for a while as we listened to the humming of the vacuum in the other room.

'We fucked up by hiring her didn't we?' Namjoon said gravely.

All the boys nodded.

'Come on, I mean, who would've thought she would be even prettier than in her picture? I certainly didn't expect that. And I mean, a maid costume? I'm sorry but we've all been "dry" for too long not to go bananas for that,' I spoke, shaking my head.

'I guess, we're in this mess now,' Yoongi sighed deeply.

Taehyung got up.

'Where are you going?' Jin asked him.

'Wank,' Tae said shortly. 'I gotta if we want to survive this mess,' he groaned.

'Wait for me!' Hobi said, getting up too.

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Y O U R P E R S P E C T I V E

The door opened and closed and Taehyung and Hoseok appeared. Both of them smiled and nodded at me as they went into their own rooms.

Something felt a little... off.

The door opened again and the rest of the men came out of the room, all of them nodding and smiling politely at me as I vacuumed the room and they all went their own way.

A sudden tap on my shoulder started me. I hastily turned around. It was Seokjin. I quickly turned off the vacuum.

'Yes, Oppa?' I asked him.

He cleared his throat before speaking.

'You've been working hard,' He said looking at the clean living room. 'I can finally see the floor again,' he joked.

I smiled.

'Oh, it was nothing,' I lied.

'Have you had lunch?' Seokjin asked.

'Erm,' I hesitated. I hadn't even had breakfast yet now that I thought about it. I had been so busy with the stupid costume and cleaning the room to impress them, that I had completely forgotten about it. But now, at the mention of food, I could feel my tummy rumbling.

'No, not yet,' I answered him.

'How about we could get some? I know a nice little coffee corner nearby,' Seokjin suggested.

'But the floor,' I mumbled, looking around. There were still quite a few leftover pieces of chips on the ground, not to mention the mess the bucket of chicken Namjoon had dropped for some reason.

'It's fine,' Seokjin laughed. 'It will still be there when we get back. Besides didn't we tell you not to overexert yourself on the first day? It's far more important to take good care of yourself,' he said friendly.

I felt an odd light feeling in my midriff. I looked into his dark eyes and friendly face.

'Alright, Oppa,' I smiled at him.

He turned his head away from me, looking out of the window.

'You should probably get changed. I'll wait for you here,' he said.

I quickly dashed off to my room, feeling quite hungry now.

-XXX-

Lunch with Seokjin was nice. The cafe has calm and we weren't disturbed by anyone. Seokjin asked me a lot of questions about myself, and I got the chance to ask about him too.

It was so easy to like Seokjin, to be comfortable around him. He was funny and clumsy, but could also be very serious when speaking about certain topics.

Seokjin was one of those people everyone could instantly be friends with.

But there was something...

'Oppa?' I asked.

There it was again. I could see it. His reaction to this particular word.

Every time I said it, we would look away from me.

'Do you not like it when I call you Oppa?' I asked hesitantly. Calling your boss something that would make them uncomfortable was not a good way to start off a working relationship.

Seokjin looked at me, a hint of... was it surprise in his eyes?

'Erm,' He said.

I could see his hesitation.

I had been right. The word triggered something, whatever it was.

'It's just, I'm not used to it,' Seokjin said a bit awkwardly.

'Would you like me to stop calling you that? Or maybe call you something else?' I suggested.

Again I could see him hesitate.

'No,' he decided finally. 'No, it's fine. I just need some time to get used to it,' he grinned at me reassuringly.

I could see no lies in his eyes. No hesitation. He meant it.

'Okay then' I nodded.

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read-weep-repeat · 3 years

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Oh, Brother Chap. 10

Summary: When your mother springs 7 stepbrothers and a new stepdad on you, you have to be wary. But they can’t be that bad. Can they?

Warnings: obsessive behaviors, infantilization, little space, groping, brief mention of dislike of children, stalking, curse words, kissing, stepbrother au, brief financial manipulation.

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The soft pitter-patter of your feet alerted Jimin to your presence. He was crouched behind a dining room chair, listening as you teetered across the floor to the kitchen. He heard you mumble to yourself, his name softly slipping past your lips before you giggled, and rushed out of the kitchen. He waited until you were at the entrance of the dining room, stopping for a moment. Once you turned your back to the room, he jumped up, a playful yell bouncing off the walls.

You squealed, and dashed to the stairs. You could hear him pounding after you, but the sound got quieter as you turned down a hallway, before the sound vanished completely. You stopped, wandering around the halls. “minnie not gonna find me.” You mumbled, pawing at a handle. The handle gave, and the door swung open.

“(Y/N)?” Hobi stared from his bed, laptop perched in his lap. “What’re you doing, precious?” You waddled over, and crawled atop the bed.

“I’m hiding from Minnie!” You exclaimed, pulling the sheets down to snuggle under.

“Oh?” He looked surprised, mouth open as you leaned into his side. “Why are you hiding, hm? Did you act up?” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

“No! We’re playing!” You wiggled defiantly.

“I see.” He hummed, typing away on his laptop.

“What’cha doing?”

He turned to you, excitement evident on his face. “I’m sending a couple their wedding pictures! does my little girl wanna see?”

You nodded, and watched as he returned to his homepage. A file peeked out from the corner, titled “Baby Photos ❤️🥰💕❤️”. The rest of his desktop was cluttered, different files and programs crammed together, unlike the area next to this one. It seemed to be his favorite, no other file having emojis of any kind next to it.

“Do you like babies?” You questioned.

“Nope, you’re the only baby I like.” He said, hovering over different icons.

you pointed towards the heart covered folder. “Then what’s that?”

“Oh!,” He quickly tapped a different file, pulling up photos of a happy couple. “That’s nothing, some old pictures.”

You just hummed, distracted by the photos. “They’re so cute.” you whispered. They looked utterly in love, staring into each others eyes at a large, white altar.

“Aren’t they?”

You felt a wave of sadness, staring at the lovebirds on the screen. the glow of the screen couldn’t capture their sweet gazes, and the emotion behind their first kiss as a married couple. You mumbled into the blanket, “I want that.”

Hobi perked up, his cursor hovering over the flashy diamond ring on the brides finger. “This?” He wiggled the cursor. “We can get you one.”

You giggled, before the fallen look returned to your face. “No, that.” You motioned towards their faces, mushed together in a loving kiss.

His face flashed with understanding, and his mouth opened in a silent Oh. “You’ll get that soon.”

“No I won’t.” You whined. “No one feels that way about me.”

“Don’t pretend to know things, little girl, or I’ll have to put you in time out.” His voice was stern, as if you had just thrown a hissy fit in front of him.

Before you could respond, the door busted open, and you threw the covers over yourself.

“Where did my little miss run off too?” Jimin mused, his leather shoes quieted by the plush carpet. He tiptoed to the lump under the sheets. “Excuse me?” He motioned towards Hobi, “Have you seen a pretty little girl anywhere near here? She seems to have disappeared.” They chuckled as you wiggled under the covers, giggles erupting from the duvet.

“I don’t think I have. Maybe she’s in the bathroom.” Hobi had an animated voice, listening to your rustling.

Jimin made a loud contemplative hum, and overdid his footsteps as he went to the bathroom door. He swung it open, revealing the empty room. “She’s not in here either!” He exclaimed, “I guess I’ll just sit on this lumpy bed.” He dramatically pressed his hands into your sides, enough for you to let out a shriek, and throw the covers off of yourself.

“Gotcha!” He snatched you up, lifting you over his shoulder and making his way towards the door. “Time for the little girl to get dressed.”

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Jungkook sat in his car, his fingers tapping the wheel nervously. He tipped his hat lower as you got out of your car, waiting for you to enter before he got out, and trailed behind you. He caught the door right before it shut, and slipped in.

The sight hit him hard, cribs and onesies lining the walls. Different selections of rattles and pacis sat beside the door. He watched as you made your way to the back, looking at the sensory toys.

A woman approached you, but Jungkook couldn’t hear. He risked getting closer, fidgeting with the tiny shoes a few feet from you. “Is your baby needing stimulation? I have a few things that might help with that.” She prompted. You blushed lightly, embarrassed. “Oh! Yes, she’s quite restless.” Jungkook furrowed his brow and pulled out his phone.

Jungkook: I thought you said she didn’t have kids???

Namjoon: She doesn’t.

Jungkook: Well then she’s lying? She went into this baby store and is looking at toys with a salesperson.

Namjoon: Oh. We’ll talk about it when you get home. Stay alert and off your phone, please.

Jungkook huffed, and watched as you went into the corner, fiddling with a sensory block. You ran your fingers over the soft side, and giggled at the feeling.

It clicked. He almost collapsed, his face red as he held onto the small table in front of him. He watched as you looked at the tag and frowned. You looked at others, running your fingers over the toys, and listening to the crinkly blankets with a smile. He slowly trailed you, picking up anything you put down, until he had a huge bundle in his arms. Once you made your way towards the exit, he set the pile at the check-out counter, not paying attention to the clerks surprised face.

“Bored baby at home?” She joked. He nodded, “Little kids need a lot more stimulation then you’d think.” She agreed, “Tell me about it.” As she rang up the last of the pile, the price flashed on the screen. “Your total is 1,596.70 sir.” He absently handed her his black card, watching your retreating form.

Only after he got into his car did he notice how tight his pants had gotten. He was straining against his jeans, the tight denim uncomfortable no matter how much he shifted in his seat. Cursing under his breath, he sped home.

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You bounded down the steps, rushing into the living room. The boys were sat together, watching you curiously. “Has anyone seen my wallet?” You started walking around the room, opening random drawers. “Why do you need it?” Jin inquired.

“I’m going somewhere.” You bent down, searching a basket. “I know it was in here.” you mumbled, your fists furling and unfurling at your sides.

“Where’s our little girl going all alone?” Yoongi slid off the couch, and gently grabbed your hands. He twined your fingers together, Pulling you to his chest.

“I’m not little right now.” you mumbled. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you against him. “It’s only the first day, Princess. You should at least be little today. It’s a new dynamic.”

He was right, and you felt yourself slipping in his arms. “But if I don’t go, I won’t get the dollies.” They all let out a breath, watching as you slipped further into little space.

“What dollies?” Namjoon asked, cocking his head. You turned as much as you could in Yoongi’s grip. You started talking fast, excitement evident in your voice.

“There’s a toy store, a-and it just got new dolls that I really like but if I don’t go now then I wont get any and-”

“Slow down, Princess.” Yoongi mumbled, planting a kiss on you forehead.

“I need to find my wallet.” You tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he just readjusted and lifted you up from your waist. You dangled like a limp kitten, staring blankly as your feet swang. They laughed, and with prompting, you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Who said you’re buying anything, hm?” Yoongi asked, his breath tickling your neck. “Little girls don’t pay for things, that’s a daddy’s job.” He felt you shift, and your legs tighten around his waist. “Oh? Does someone like that name?” He mouthed at your neck, giving it soft nibbles and kitten licks. You wiggled a little, your hips pressing against him. You looked over, the rest of their gazes pinned on you as Yoongi gripped your ass harshly. A whine slipped past your lips, muffled by his shirt, and you hid your face in his neck.

“Dollies.” You mumbled, not trusting your voice with much more.

He laughed, and gave your neck one last sloppy kiss. “Alright, We’re going.”

He set you down, and grabbed your hand. “Do you want just me? Or another” he paused, before spitting the word out. “Caregiver.” It felt like bile in his mouth.

You pointed at Namjoon with your free hand, bouncing on the heels of your feet. “ ‘Joonie!” He smiled, and got up from the couch quickly. “Does my little bug want me to come with her?” You nodded happily, and grabbed his hand.

“Say bye, Princess.”

You waved, and listened to their cheery goodbyes as Namjoon and Yoongi pulled you into the garage.

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Jin watched as the Mercedes Benz sped down the long driveway, waiting for it to disappear around the curve before going to the kitchen. He pulled out a pair of kitchen scissors, and held your thin wallet over the trash can. He cut until it was chopped into fine bits, then set about to making cookies for you to find when you got home.

“Now,” he wondered, staring at the ingredients in his hands, “peanut butter or chocolate chip.”

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You watched soft snow flurries fall from the backseat, and thought about your favorite impending holiday. “We’re gettin’ close to Christmas!” You said, fidgeting excitedly.

“We are!” Yoongi exclaimed. “Is that your favorite holiday?”

“Mm-hm! I like the lights! Can we do lights?”

“We definitely can.” He confirmed.

You watched as he got closer to the store, which was much bigger than he expected. “I wanna see the house with lights all over it.”

He sighed dreamily, and whispered “I can’t wait for you to see the house.”

Namjoon shot him a serious glare. “Keep your attention on the road.”

You didn’t notice, too enamored by the impending toy-store.

Once they parked, they both turned to you, all of a sudden serious.

“Now,” Namjoon started, “ If you want a toy, you have to follow the rules like a good girl. Do you think you can do that?”

You nodded quickly, already starting to fidget in your seat. “One. You have to be with at least one of us at all times, if you want to go look at something you just have to ask.”

“Mmhm!”

He smiled, then continued. “Two. Don’t talk to strangers, if they try to talk to you then you just come find one of us. If you follow the first rule, we’ll be very close. Understand?”

“Yes!” You tried to fumble with your buckle, but Yoongi’s hands stopped you. He unbuckled it for you, before sliding out to open your door.

“Such a pretty girl.” He said, waiting for Namjoon to take your other free hand. “We got the prettiest baby in the store.” You blushed, and ‘Joon pinched your cheek. “We really did.”

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The aisles were huge, stretching for what felt like miles down the store. All kinds of toys and gadgets filled the store, the picture of a childlike wonderland.

You pulled them to the doll aisle, and stood in awe of it. It was obviously in the aftermaths of the new release, shown by the enormous empty spots on the shelf and the few boxes thrown haphazardly to the floor.

They stood behind you, following closely as you peered at the dolls. “Ah! Here she is!” You yelped, finding her at the back of the shelve. You pulled her out and held her up triumphantly.

“She’s so pretty!” You squealed, pulling her close to your chest.

“Let me see, bug.” Namjoon gently took it from you, and looked it up and down. “Very pretty, do you want another?”

You nodded shyly, and pointed at one near him. “Perfect.” He grabbed it and gave them to Yoongi.

“Can I look around a little?” You asked, meek voice barely able to be heard. Yoongi grabbed your free hand, and gently pulled you to the checkout.

“How about we come back with all of your daddies sometime? so you can get your Christmas gifts.”

You looked at him. “All my daddies?”

They stopped at a self-checkout, and Namjoon set about scanning the dolls. “Isn’t that what we are, baby?”

You thought for a moment, then nodded happily.

They smiled, and took both of your hands. “Time to go home, bug. Your daddies miss you.”

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As soon as you got home, you were scooped up and laid on the couch with the rest of the boys. Jin brought you a small plate of cookies, and you munched happily while you were sat in Taehyungs lap. One of your legs was laid across Jungkook’s lap, which he was rubbing shyly.

A K-drama was playing on the tv, but you weren’t paying much attention, instead letting yourself drift in and out to the sound of their laughs. Soon enough, soft petting and a full tummy helped lull you to sleep.

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The sound of the closing garage ripped you from sleep, and you heard the sound of her impending footsteps.

The door opened, and she stopped in front of the tv, Wonshik close on her heels. “Having fun?” They let out quiet mummers, not paying her much attention. Taehyung didn’t even glance up, instead fixated on straightening your shirt. She glared at you both, and her voice became sharper and more shrill. “Did you do anything today, (Y/N)?”

“I just went out with ‘Joon and Yoongi.” You muttered, letting Taehyung wrap his hands around yours.

Her face twisted into something similar to disgust. “Maybe if you were out applying to jobs instead of salivating over your brothers, then you wouldn’t be living in my house for free.”

Your mouth opened and closed in shock, before you looked down, holding onto Taehyungs hands tightly. The boys sat in silence for a moment, before looking at your mothers gloating face, and your welling eyes.

Jimin growled, “Are you doing much different with our fathers house?”

She gaped for a moment, before regaining her composure quickly. “That’s different, I’m his wife.”

He hummed, rolling his eyes. “Sure it is.”

She looked towards Wonshik, waiting for him to discipline his son, but he just stood there, pinned down by Namjoon’s gaze. She huffed, and made her way towards the stairs.

“I’d hope that you can spend this Christmas at your own home this year, (Y/N). I’m afraid I’ll be busy with my husband, so you won’t have much of a place.”

“She’ll spend Christmas wherever she wants, she has a place with us.” Yoongi said, a firm tone carrying across the room.

She looked as though he had just slapped her across the face, her nostrils flaring angrily. She made an harsh noise, and stomped up the stairs. Wonshik closely followed her, listening to her harsh berating as they entered their room.

“Are you Ok?” Yoongi asked.

You glanced towards him, and wiped your eyes. “I’m alright.”

“You don’t look alright.” Taehyung whispered, rubbing a thumb along the back of your hand.

You stared at Yoongi, neither of you breaking eye contact until your eyes flickered to his mouth. He licked his lips. “Are you sure you’re Ok?”

You felt your heart swell at the look in his eyes. Utter adoration filled them, made them warm as he ran them over you. He got closer, reaching for you, but in a second of confidence you pulled him close, and pressed your lips to his.

He stilled for a moment, and you pulled back, immediate shame flowing through you. “I’m so sorry. I-I shouldn’t have-”

As soon as you moved away, he growled. He wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, and pulled you into a deeper kiss, molding your lips together. You moaned into the kiss, feeling heat travel through your body and tickle your skin. Taehyungs hands roamed across your stomach, making you squirm against his lap.

“You sound so beautiful, Jagi.” He whispered, his breath hot as he groped your thighs. As he gripped onto them firmly, Yoongi pressed his tongue into your mouth, exploring as you pushed your fingers into his hair. You whined, pulling him as close as you could. He laughed quietly and slowly stopped the kiss, pulling back reluctantly.

You make a disgruntled sound, and reached back for him, your fingertips brushing his shirt. He chuckled, and brought your fingers to his lips, giving them light kisses.

“I’m not the only one who needs a kiss, Princess.”

You looked around the living room, seeing their hungry gazes. Jungkook looked frantic, legs bouncing as he looked at you. Jimin immediately tried to reach past Yoongi, But Taehyung beat him to it, lifting your chin and catching you in a feverish kiss.

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getitinbusan · 3 years

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I've Got A Coupon (18+)

Part 2

Namjoon: A Massage with a Happy Ending

Warnings: 18+ consensual sexual poly relationships. Always swearing, Safe sex is implied. Don't read smut if you can't handle the 🍆💦

Words: 1650

Valentine’s Day, what do you give 7 men who already have everything?

Sitting down, you create a series of Love Coupons and place them in a bowl…

Erotic movie night

Massage with a happy ending

lap dance

Voyeur, look but don’t touch!

Naked Chef, dining al fresco

Trip to the sex shop

Location of your choice!

Calling them to the kitchen they each take a turn picking their present.

Series Masterlist

6:30 am.

Joon was an early riser. Knocking lightly you were hoping he was still asleep.

No answer. Trying to silently open the door you slipped inside holding the handle so it wouldn't tip him off with the click. Loud snoring came from across the room and you could just make out his outline from the rising sun filtering through his curtains.

Tiptoeing closer you dropped your robe. Picking up the fluffy white duvet you slid underneath. God he was warm. He stirred with a sigh and moved closer, his arms wrapping around you instinctively. Namjoon was comfort. His peaceful presence could have easily lulled you into slumber if it weren't for your mission.

"Joonie," you whispered. "Hey, wake up."

His dimples popped as he groggily smiled. "Good morning. It's so early."

"I wanted to make sure you started the day off right."

Pulling the last envelope from the pocket of your robe you laid it on his chest.

"Massage with a happy ending." His cheeks turned red.

"I think you deserve to be taken care of Joon, will you let me do that for you?"

"I'm a little afraid I'm going to get too used to this…" He moved his body closer, hands hovering over your stomach. His fingertips, not sure of which way to travel, skimmed over your skin giving you goosebumps from the delicate touch.

"What would be so wrong with that?" Your lips lingered on his.

"I want you too badly to think of any excuses right now."

"Good, lets start."

Jumping out of the bed you threw your robe back on and retrieved your pile of equipment waiting in the hallway.

"You really went all out."

He seemed surprised as you set up the table.

"No half measures Namjoon. Now get that gorgeous ass over here."

Pulling the sheet off the bed he wrapped himself up.

"You know what a happy ending is right? You're just going to have to take that off in 4 feet."

He was flustered, always so shy in his gentlemanly way. Closing the gap he abandoned his modesty beside the table. He was hard as a rock already standing straight out red and excited.

"Should I lay on my back?"

Pulling the cover from the table you raised your eyebrows at him suggestively. "That's totally up to you, this is a milking table."

Never had a jaw dropped further and more dramatically than his.

He needed encouragement. Walking over to him you let your fingers slide down his chest, "Why don't you lay down on your front and I'll just give you a massage for a bit. You won't even see me until you're ready, okay?"

His large hands reached out and cradled your face. "It's not that I don't want to look at you. You're so fucking beautiful, I'm just a shy idiot."

"We can work on that." You couldn't help but smile at him, "now hop on up here."

He got on the table and lay face down.

"We're gonna ease into this okay?"

He nodded.

Digging through your bag you brought out the bottle of massage oil. "This may be a little cold, are you ready?"

Squeezing the oil in a stream down his back he squirmed at the sensation. You could have been nice and warmed it, but you liked the idea of the cold liquid making his nipples hard.

"You've been working out huh?" You began sliding your hands over his skin. "You're a lot bigger than when we last hooked up."

You could feel him flexing his triceps under your fingers. “It suits you.”

Working the oil over his entire backside you wanted to up the stakes. "Is it okay if I get on top of you? It's better leverage to work out those knots."

"umhum," he mumbled face down into the pillow.

Grabbing the oil you quickly drizzled it down your front before climbing on. Straddling his back you rubbed yourself just above the swell of his ass. He moaned at the feeling of your pussy sliding down his skin.

"How's that feel?"

"So, so good Y/N."

Laying flat against him you placed a kiss between his shoulder blades and pressed your breasts into his back. Your arms smoothed down over his as you rocked yourself against his muscle.

"Joon, I know this is for you but I'm so horny." You kissed the back of his neck, "Do you mind if I get myself off on you?"

"Fuck baby girl, rub your pussy wherever you need it."

Raising yourself, the mirror was in front of you. You could see the reflection of his cock hanging through the milking hole, a small slow dripping string of precum dangling from the tip.

"If you're comfortable you should lift your head up and watch, there's a great view."

As you rubbed yourself over his swell your hands kneaded his back muscles. He stared at you, watching you get off on him. "Fuck you've got pretty tits. I wanna feel them on my back."

Letting your breasts hang your nipples dragged over his lubed skin. The sensation of the oil and the rubbing was too much, you couldn't help but moan the closer you got to your high.

"That's it baby, cum all over me, make me all sticky."

The table was rocking precariously under your enthusiasm and his cock was swinging back and forth through the glory hole.

"Joonie I'm so close."

He flexed his glutes and with a few more passes your clit was satisfied.

Collapsing for a second you lay heavy on top of him trying to catch your breath. "Thank you," you mustered.

"Don't thank me, you did all the work."

Lifting yourself to get off of him, sticky cum threads pulled between you. "That's so hot." He sat to turn himself and couldn't resist running his finger through it and sticking it in his mouth.

"Let's do you now, are you ready for your turn?"

He was in a daze, with a half smile and popped dimple, he could only nod.

Grabbing some pillows off the bed you made your way under the table. Something about his penis just hanging there waiting, made it seem so much more suckable.

"So gorgeous Joon." You licked his tip, teasing it as another ooze of precum dripped in anticipation. "I'm going to milk every drop out of you Daddy."

His moan of approval was loud.

"Do you like that? Do you want more?"

"Suck me please I want it so bad." He begged as you continued to play with the the tip, squirming under the torturous build up. "Take it all like you did last time.”

"Do you think about that? Think about me sucking and fucking you in the practice room?"

"Every day since." His breathing was heavy.

"Do you get off thinking about my cunt wrapped around your cock?"

You gave him a big deep suck, you could picture his face scrunched up in pleasure and it made you want to cum again.

"I can't stop. Whenever you bend down I can see your pretty tits in your low cut shirt. Such a bad girl never wearing a bra. I've rubbed myself raw just thinking about you."

"I put on that show just for you. When I catch you looking, I always think about your mouth on me."

You rewarded his new inhibition with positive reinforcement. Ringing your hand around his base tightly you took him into your throat.

"Next time you need to get off I want you to tell me. Promise you’ll use me instead of your hand, that you'll fuck my cunt open and fill me with your cum."

He was making so much noise if anyone was walking buy they'd probably think he was recording.

"Tell me, tell me you promise."

You were whiny, feeling the need to cum again your pussy was pulsing. Something about bringing Joon, who was so reluctant, to the point of surrender was the ultimate turn on.

"Yeah, I promise...I promise...Fuck I'm close."

Removing your mouth you slid your hand up and down his shaft pumping a few times before letting go. Sitting for a minute, not touching him, He was distanced from his impending orgasm.

Legs swung over the table, he reached for your hand pulling you up and onto your feet. “You should be careful what you beg for, it might be more than you can handle.”

He walked you backwards until your legs hit the bed. "No more fucking around."

You grinned, achievement unlocked.

Kneeling in front of you he picked up your knees until they were bent and pushed them wide open. Staring down at your pink heat he slid two fingers inside of you. Moaning as he curled them you were left disappointed when he pulled them back out.

"Look how excited you are."

He held them up and showed you the sticky display before rubbing the wetness all over this cock. Pumping twice to make sure he was coated his dick hung waiting in limbo until he plunged himself inside you. The loud moan that followed was from the pure satisfaction of being stretched so completely by his girth.

His thrusts were slow and deep, bottoming out, holding and then dragging back out against your clenching walls. "Your little pussy likes that huh?" He rammed back in. "Next time you pass me in the hallway this is what I want you to think about."

"Fuck, Namjoon you're so fucking good. Why are you so god damn reserved? We could have been doing this for months."

He lowered himself, his body heavy on yours, his fingers gripping your hair. The slight pain with the immense pleasure shot white lightning through you. He pumped harder as you clenched and came all over his cock until he too found his release shooting his hot cum deep inside you.

Forehead to forehead he kissed your lips.

"Happy ending indeed."

Part 3: Hobi - Lap dance

#BTS smut #namjoon smut #bts #namjoon #bts poly #studio sessions #noonasinnetwork

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bangtans-bubs · 3 years

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BTS Reaction #4: When you fight another female idol at MAMA’s

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a/n: Hey army! How have y’all been? Just an FYI, I MAY have gotten carried away with some of these, which is why they’re lengthier than others. THAT DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T LIKE THE MEMBERS EQUALLY, OKAY?! I’ve been a little caught up with school work, so my apologies if your requests are taking a while. Anyways, I’ve been working on a couple requests, so feel free to submit any ideas :)

warning: just the usual ‘wanna beat a bitch up’ vibe + a few dirty remarks

word count: 200 - 390 (per member)

*creds to gif owners

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> Kim Namjoon (RM)

He has always made sure to keep you controlled when you get angry to the point where you’ll start throwing hands. It’s either he asks you to breathe in and breath out, or his 6 feet figure will find its way in front of you and will take all your blows instead of the girl. The problem started when you spotted Namjoon’s ex making faces at you when you both were taking pictures together for the paparazzi. Namjoon had caught onto what had quickened your breathing and asked for you to calm damn. As much as you wanted to be the bigger person in this situation, you really couldn’t have her acting like every time she sees you two. So, once you had passed by the paparazzi, you walked straight towards her and Namjoon did try to latch onto your wrist, but you were too quick.

“Are you 5 years old or something?” You squinted your eyes as you questioned her, your chest still heaving from before. She let out a dry scoff before she began laughing. How does this bitch have the audacity to laugh after making faces those faces?

“Can’t believe I got under your skin, Y/n,” she retorted with a peak in her tone. Before she knew it, you had punched her right in her jaw, knocking her off her feet within seconds. Before you could throw more punches, Namjoon had dashed to your side and retained you, quickly taking you away from the messy scene. Once he brought you to a more private setting, he leant down to your eye level and huskily whispered, “I thought you were only frisky in bed, but you’re frisky during fights too now, huh?”

> Kim Seokjin

Jin was hosting the Mama’s Music Awards with Irene and when they were joking around, she made a snide remark about how he was dating someone that was in the music industry. Jin always had his way of putting people in their spot, and he did do that by saying, “Even if she was an idol, my eyes would still be on her. Don’t be jealous that you’re not her.”

The audience laughed at his nasty remark thinking he unintentionally insulted Irene, but only you, Irene and the other BTS members knew that comment was personal. After the show was done, you excused yourself from the BTS group and went your own way, trying to find Irene. Jin knew what your intentions were and asked for you to not physically fight her, but just say a few words that’ll be imprinted in her mind. Within seconds of splitting from the boys, you ran into Irene. Perfect. You thought she would speak in an un-provocative manner, but she was speaking as if she wanted to throw hands, so you did just that. After a minute or so, Jin and the others heard screams that sounded like someone was in pain. Jin and the others turned the corner to see Irene and you tangled up on the floor, your hands clawing at her face as she did the same. Jin wasn’t going to do anything, but he noticed how you had a bruise welling up on your right arm and quickly came to pry you out. Oh, how hard it was for him to not break into a fit of laughter after noticing how she was splayed across the floor like a rag doll. Since he’s a gentleman, he helped Irene up before he took you to his dressing room.

“How come you listen to me when I teach you about fighting, but when I tell you something in bed, you become rebellious, jagi?”

> Min Yoongi (Suga)

He has the nerve to sit back and relax after he pissed you off to the point where you wanted to drag that girl by her hair. He knows that you get a slight bit possessive when a girl gets handsy with him, especially when he doesn’t acknowledge it happening. What you thought was a fan of his was just another female idol. You weren’t going to do much about it, but she became very touchy within seconds and he had no idea what her intentions were. You glared at him in hopes of him taking it as a signal to move away from her, but he didn’t. He just smirked. That mother fucker is doing this on purpose, isn’t he? Your eyes never left his for what felt like an eternity, all while the girl was still feeling him up and she knew he was already dating someone. You walked towards the hungry lady and decided to pull Suga away from her, but she then hooked her arm around his and began arguing with you without knowing that you were his girlfriend. She was asking for a lot of your patience and you weren’t going to give her any. You just pried her arm away from his and pulled him towards the staircase, but she had the nerves to push you. You didn’t even throw hands yet, but your quick movements had caused her to flinch and topple over. You and Suga tried to hold in your laughter, but the way she had acted big only to end up falling caused both of you to break. Once the both of you were seated, he didn’t even think twice before he said, “I didn’t expect myself to become hot and bothered by you tonight, baby. Especially by that.”

> Jung Hoseok (J-Hope/Hobi)

He hates confrontations, even if he’s a bystander. He’d be surprised at first by your aggressiveness towards the girl, but then he’d remember that it was one of the reasons you had caught his attention. As much as he’d love to see the fight go down, he didn’t want to give you the chance of swinging or insulting the girl. Since he’s respectful, he’ll apologize to the girl on behalf of you, even if she’s the one at fault, and that enrages you every time. You were already fuming over the fact this girl spoke shit about BTS, but Hobi apologizing to her had caused you to shift your anger towards him. He had a steady hold around your arm, but you still managed to pull out of his grip and angrily brushed past him. He gave you a couple of minutes to cool down because he knows you’re mad to the point you’ll swing at anybody that tries to speak to you, especially him. He came up a few minutes later and said, “I know you’re mad at me, baby. You don’t have to say yes, but why don’t we go home and have a little fun of your own?”

> Park Jimin

The way you’d fire back at someone if they dare to speak bad on Jimin’s name always gave him a thrill. He won’t stop you unless he thinks you blew a gasket for no absolute reason. He also doesn’t bother to stop you from beating a bitch up if he hates her guts. In this case, the girl on the receiving end of your brawl was none other than Twice’s Jeongyeon. When you followed closely behind Jimin, past the beautiful Twice idols, you heard Jeongyeon mumble, “Disgusting,” under her breath. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned your attention towards her, untwining your hands from Jimin’s.

“Please. If you’re going to talk shit speak up.” Jimin saw how your relaxed face had molded to fit an angry expression and how intimidating your voice had gotten. He noticed how quickly your dominant attitude had turned him on, and that’s because he’s usually the dominant one in bed, so you barely get a chance to show this side. He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw a chunk of Jeongyeon’s black extensions fly past his face. He didn’t know how long he’d been lost in his train of dirty thoughts, but it was enough time for you to drag Jeongyeon to the ground before you began clawing at her. As the security guards rushed to pull Jeongyeon away from your death grip, Jimin pulled you into his embrace and had you locked into place. He excused both of you from the scene before he sat you down in your assigned seat. You noticed how he had a sly smirk splayed across his face, but before you can question him, he whispered, “I’m curious to find out if I can handle this heated side of you in bed.”

> Kim Taehyung (V)

He loves drama. He’d even take part in one if he hears his name come up once. For you, he’d just stay back and watch how his girl would rip someone badly if they ever did something with bad intentions. He felt more dominant when he sees your aggressive side because there’s no way he’d allow you to win an argument or fight against him. If you fought another person, he’d just rest back and watch what happens. He’s seen you blow a punch at a man, instantly knocking him out, so he doesn’t worry about you losing a fight. Another incident where he saw you throw hands at a female idol was at the MAMA’s show. You were minding your own business when someone came up to Taehyung and said, “Don’t be full of yourself just because you were ranked #1 as the most handsome Kpop idol.”

He was surprised at her words at first, but then began laughing because she was unaware of what she just started. You stepped in between her and Taehyung and were all up in her face.

“Repeat that.” When you noticed her hold her breath, you thought that was the end of that situation, but she provoked you by repeating her saying. To make it worse for herself, she annunciated the words ‘full of yourself’, almost standing on her tiptoes to reach your eye level. You let out a dry chuckle before you tried swinging, but Taehyung got in front of you, stopping you from fighting for the first time. When your eyes met his for a second, you noticed how dilated his dark brown pupils, but you were too concentrated on landing your blows. You tried to move around him to try to get the girl, but he kept moving with you. When he couldn’t restrain you for any longer, he just threw you over his shoulders and brought you to the nearest restroom. Thankfully, the women’s restroom was empty, so you were able to pace around like a mad man. You heard the click of the door locking and noticed how Taehyung’s fingers were playing with his belt buckle. He slowly made his way to you, not breaking his deep gaze at you. He glanced down at his crotch before he looked at you and gruffly whispered, “You have to fix this problem first, baby.”

> Jeon Jungkook

He’s the type to lay back and watch what unveils in front of him. If he thinks you’re going to make a blood bath, he’ll be quick to pull you away, unless he thinks the bitch deserves it. If that’s the case, then he’ll just be your own hype man and he’ll instruct you on how to swing and what move to pull. He’ll try his best to avoid any incident that would cause you to react this way, but he couldn’t do anything this time because the bitch you were referring to was his celebrity crush, IU. He didn’t think much of it when IU began running her hands over his muscular arms, but when he noticed you glaring at him, he was quick to push her away and politely told her that he’s uncomfortable. She still insisted on touching him, so you decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. When Jungkook saw you storm past the others towards IU, he quickly managed to get between you both, dragging you away to avoid an MMA fight at the MAMA’s show.

“As much as I wanted to see how that played out, I can’t afford to let you mess up that precious face for me, baby.”

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20moonchild21 · 3 years

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Gif by @hoseokb

ꨄ•๛Gentleman [Hyung line]

Pairing: BTS x female!oc

Warnings: mild swearing

Words: 1400+

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J̸in

Jin took a deep breath. The fresh air flooded through his body, and it felt so good. During the lockdown their balcony was the only place where he could be 'outside', but still this felt different.

It took him a while to convince his manager to actually let him go alone to the grocery story, but somehow he did it. Beside the bodyguard that walked next to him he even was almost alone. Bur he didn't mind.

As the two of them finally reached the store, Jin pulled his hat further down his face and his mask further up right under his eyes. Lucky for him, all the people had to wear those Marks now so he wouldn't stand out anymore.

"I will wait outside." His bodyguard said to him.

Jin went over to grab a shopping card and went inside the store. Slowly and step by step he went through the small list Namjoon had wrote for him this morning.

"Milk, sugar and ehhmm...." He looked over the shelves. "Ah, there they are. Noodles."

After 45 minutes he finally put the last package of flour into the shopping cart and made his way over to the checkouts. Lucky for him again, this day there weren't much people in the super marked so he wouldn't have to wait long.

"Uuurrrg...." A noise met his ear and confused he turned around to find the source, but he saw no one. As he was about to start walking he heard it again. "Coooommmeeee ooooonnnn...urrrrrg!"

Slowly, he made his way over to the passage the noises came from and what he saw made him chuckle inside.

In front of him stood a small, blonde haired girl. She stood on her tiptoes, in front of the noodle shelf, and was reaching for the last package of spaghetti which was located on the top of the shelf. Obviously, too high for her to reach because her fingers didn't even were close to the hight of the noodles.

Still chuckling, he walked up behind the small girl and easily reached for the noodles. As he passt it towards her, she smile shyly.

"Thank you. They should put some stools next to the shelves. For the small people." She joked softly and took it out from his hands.

"You're welcome." He said and smiled, too. "If you need some more help, I Am here."

"Actually, the rice was put up pretty high, too." She shyly mumbled.

y̸̸̸oongi

The award show had been successful for the boys and their management. So 3 awards, a long speech and a afterparty later, the boys found themselves in their dressing room. All of them empty of energy and tired.

"Oh man." Jimin groaned as he stretched out his legs. "I just want to sleep. Those afterparties are stressing me out."

The boys were waiting in their dressing room for the rest of their management that had accompanied them the whole evening. Those included their social media manager, bodyguards, fashion designers, some stylists, their manager and his two assistants.

"Alright, guys come one." Their manager stepped into the room and motioned for them to stand up. "Last challenge of the day: Make it out alive. Let's move!"

Together, the group made their way through the hallways and outside of the big studio the award show had took place in. Outside of the big foyer, a very large stair was leading down towards the waiting cars.

Yoongi was on of the last of the group to step through the giant doors outside. The fresh night air hit his face. It was cold but not too cold. He started walking again and as he was about to walk down the steps of the stairs, he suddenly heard a small curse behind him. Looking around he saw one of the assistant of his manager.

The small girl was wearing a beautiful gown that reached the floor and decent make up. When she stood on top of the steps, she lifted the hem of her dress and began to carefully walk down those steep stairs. Yoongi saw her struggling to keep her dress up and not fall over that heels at the same time.

Immediately, he turned around and held out his arm for the girl to hold on. Unsure what to do, she first looked at his outstretched arm and then at his face, before she carefully wrapped her right arm around his left one.

"Thank you." She shyly said while the duo made their way down the steps.

Yoongi, the man with few words, didn't made a scene out of it. He simply smiled and nodded politely.

(I laughed so hard when I found this picture)

h̸oseok

It was the time of the year the company held their yearly group dinner which basically means that that whole stuff crew came together for lunch or dinner.

The boys were all wearing their suits and currently waiting in front of the restaurant for their interpreter to show up.

Yes, for this dinner the boys needed an interpreter because many of the cooperation partners that would join them this evening were foreigners.

"Urrg!" Yoongi groaned while he tapped his feet nervously on the ground. "I hate those dinners. Honestly, why do they need us there? They are just talking about business stuff."

"Because you are the face of BigHit, Yoongs." The small girl, their interpreter, said and laughed at the boys eyes rolling.

She wore a beautiful dress that reached her knees, along with some heals und decent make up.

A few minutes later, the group found themselves inside the restaurant that was completely reserved for this company dinner.

"Okay, guys." Their manager had came up to them. "Your table is over there. I want you too behave and show your best side. We need these cooperations. No noodle slurping contest, no fries in the nose and I don't want you to test who can put the most chicken nuggets in his mouth. I am serious! Grace, you watch them, right?"

The girl nodded but even she couldn't hide her smile at those memories. After all, she had been with the boys from the beginning.

When the eighth of the reached their table, Hoseok suddenly made a big step next to her, reached for her chair and pulled it back gesturing for the girl to sit down. Surprised by this gesture, she blushed a little bit but smile.

"How obliging of you." She said quietly while he sat down next to her. "Thank you, Hobi."

n̸amjoon

Heavy rain drops fell down on earth and Namjoon. Jin had told him this morning to be back by 1 o'clock or else the rain would catch him, which is exactly what was happening right now.

Lucky him, the reception woman at the BigHit building had something like a spare umbrella for him to use. He had pulled the collar of his coat tighter around his neck, before he opened the umbrella.

He walked faster through the street of Seoul and with every step you could hear the squishy sound of his heavy shoes hitting the wet ground. As he was halfway home, the tall boy noticed something in the corner of his eyes.

Waiting at a traffic light was a girl. She was way shorter than him, but that wasn't the only thing that caught his attention immediately.

The small girl had wrapped her arms tightly around the thin coat she wore while her blonde hair (he assumed she had blond hair but because it was soaked by the rain it looked much darker) sticked to her head and face.

Namjoon chuckled a little bit to himself: It seems like he wasn't the only one that got surprised by this weather.

Without thinking much, we walked closer to the girl and when he was close enough he reached out his arm to hold his umbrella over he body.

For a short moment the girl looked confused at the stranger that just had showed up next to her, but when she realized what he was doing, Namjoon could see a small shade of red spreading over her cheeks.

"You looked like you needed it, too." He smiled friendly down at her, while taking a step closer so he could stand under the piece of fabric, too. Though, he always paid attention to not step too close toward the stranger girl.

"Thank you." She politely said back and bowed her head a little bit.

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Hello!

I had so much fun writing this!

Maknae line is following!

Having any recommendations, requests or anything else? Please don't hesitate to write me!

Stay healthy and safe

~ M.

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namjooningelsewhere · 3 years

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The Prince Charming!!

Pairing : Yoongi x reader

Genre: 18+

Warnings: Absolutely nothing!!!!

Summary- You are forced to attend a prestigious homecoming ball which you wanted to avoid but also which you couldn't, you didn't make in any plans on avoiding until you actually meet someone interesting and suddenly everything just seems perfect. Comfortably perfect!

The big thingies weren't quite your scene, specially when all you had to do was look like a freaking doll and stand in poise and behave and watch what you said. Naah please you were done with it.

And today happened to be exactly that kind of day. It was ball at the most affluent family of the city, The Mins. Seems like the so called prince charming had returned to his kingdom after a sabbatical and to celebrate the return his parents had hosted a ball, actually quite grand one at that.

You never wanted to go home because you knew your mother would be waiting with her battalion of stylists, beauticians to make you look like a diva, which obviously you were not. You had features that were standing out but you thought you needed to shine from within to shine on the outside.

You crept inside your own house like a thief tiptoeing to avoid any noise that would attract the attention of your mother. "Rebeca where you think you are going?" Your mothers voice boomed through the corridor. She was your mother alright.

"Give me one good reason why you haven't tried the dresses I've sent to your room? One good reason why you haven't pushed it for the fittings yet?" Umm maybe i came just now, Maybe i was busy trying to prepare for a interview that can get me something real?" You scoffed.

"Very funny, now go to your room and try the dresses and show it to me?" She said. I walked slowly to my room displaying ample amount of disinterest. "Faster now woman, The balls in the evening not tomorrow" you heard your voice once again. How does she know everything? You still couldn't uncover this mystery, You checked if hallways had cameras but nope nothing nada.

You try a lot of dresses but a red one catches your eyes. You try the red one it fit you beautifully amplifying every curve at your body and with a thigh high slits making it look picture perfect. Which also made you look perfect for the gram;).

You finished with a little bit of makeup and a shimmery nude gloss which made your lips look even prettier. You arrived at the ball with your parents and it looked it was more of a met gala type event.

As you walked to the hall you could see girls in all kinds of designers making it a high society designer store, looks like the so called prince charming had a lot of options to choose from.

You were greeted by a cheerful greeting and you grinned by the ear, you knew who it was. Hobi your bestfriend waving right back to him. You gave him a friendly hug, and he gasped for a second "Look at you gorgeous, looking enchanting!! He chimed.

Oh boy didn't have much of a choice you see! You exclaimed. The event turned out to be extremely boring with occasional dances here and there. All everyone was doing was to try finding the guy in question.

You moved to the hallway to use the powder room all you could hear was the gossips about the prince charming, "Where is he ?" I've heard he's hot!! Imagine how will he be?" You were absolutely disinterested in the prince charming and the only reason you had your ass in the room was your mother. That woman was capable of throwing you out of the window if you didn't do what she said. She was someone you would never mess with.

You scanned the room for Hobi, this guy was nowhere to be seen. And somehow you exactly knew where he would be at this moment. You fumbled for the phone but let him just be, At least he was having fun.

The ball was going in full swing yet there was no sign of the prince charming, wishing that man would appear somewhere and this ball would end, so you looked at the exit so that you could have a breath fresh air, you found a exit to a open space down towards the parking.

You moved ahead and went near the garden, and just spread your hands the air felt cold and specially it felt even cold with the strapless dress you had on. "Bored already?" You jumped at the voice behind you.

You turned behind to see a man, a magnificent man. Dark hair on his forehead dressed sharp a tux and those rings in the fingers was the highlight and his sly smile made me loose my breath for a second. Who was this you thought to yourself.

"A lot actually, but I don't seem to have a choice" You sighed. "And why would that be?" He asked. "You friends with the Mins?" You asked in a cautious tone. No he said. "Just that I find such events exhausting not to forget my mother bought me here all dolled up because she thinks I might find a good match and that's downright stupid. You exclaimed.

You could clearly say he was amused. He chuckled and that made you zone out to a parallel universe. "Oh I forgot I didn't get your name?" I didn't give it out yet you chuckled. Rebecca you replied stretching your hand in forward to a handshake.

"Lovely name" he said. Before you could say anything out heard footsteps approaching and next thing you knew he pulled you by the hand and started running towards what looked like a lake house.

I'm sorry people would have misinterpreted and this is a small group of the people here you know, they talk he explained awkwardness quite evident in his voice. "I can understand all these people do is talk. And I'm the last one to be involved. I have a quite fierce of a mother who will not tolerate any such nonsense of this sort" he laughed at my exasperated comment.

"Did someone tell you are dramatic?" He chuckled. "Yeah but then i told them not to mention it again" you laughed. "What are you doing here? Friend of the prince charming?" You asked curiosity taking over you.

"Prince charming?" He asked amused. " Yeah since he has a gazillion girls here who are here for him, must be a charmer I guess you say. He looks like he wanted to have a laughing fit, but didn't do so. "What if he was a charmer? I mean the guy has money, power, mostly looks and what if hes sexy too? Don't you find it appealing?"

"That's not what's all appealing, I mean i cant just doll up and compete for someone who i don't even know and besides my kind of love is more of a personality not the wallet or the pants or the looks. You argued.

"I'm starving!!" he says with a cute expression. Why don't you find something to eat inside I'm sure they have a plethora of options."I said "Nope food inside feels boring, Lets go out." You had your jaw open to the ground at his offer, How were you even supposed to leave this god damn place without your mother knowing.

You planned a hundred scenarios but nothing concrete came to your mind but some voice in your head asked you to throw caution to the wind and go with the tux guy. "Okay you said but there is one thing you have to do for me," You look at him innocently hoping he would agree. "Anything" He replied.

"Can you get me a pair of sneakers? I am going to have my feet cut off if i stay in these heels for one more min." He burst out laughing at your request, "This is the most unique thing someone has ever asked me to do", He chuckled.

He ushered you to the parking lot and opened a car boot to hand you over a pair of white sneakers and you unknowingly threw your heels in his boot. ?He closed it and pulled you towards his bike, You had your eyes out of your head for a minute. "Care for an adventure?" He smirked.

"Haven't you been noticing I'm wearing a gown all this time? You asked amused at this persons innocence. "Oh come on sneaker girl i know you can manage and for all you know this might be the most adventurous night of your life? Be a sport!"

You still could not believe you were doing this as you wore the helmet but it seemed thrilling and you thanked the designers to have kept the slit big enough to manage. The ride was filled with an adventure you have never tried before and most of it for the part that he was a complete stranger and still you felt the urge to trust him like it was inbuilt.

You decided to eat kimchi fried rice avoiding his amused looks for choosing something simple when you could have gone more for a gown and tux place but for what it was worth it turned out to be one of the best meals you and he had in a while. The time was passing by in mere fractions as you planned your last stop on a hilltop, starlit and quite a scenic view of the city.

The wind was blowing in your face calming all the excitement of the night it had really been an interesting one for sure. "did you dance at the ball?" He asked . "No why? You know its a shame that you are wearing such a beautiful dress meant to be to a ball but you didn't dance. I smiled at his thoughts believing that coming to this ball was a decision that was totally worth it. Even worth of getting myself killed by mother the moment i step inside the house. But it seemed worth it.

"Who said we cant change it?" he said. You were shocked when he played the song that was the most perfect fit for the night and pulled me in for a dance. You swayed in his arms like you belonged there and he danced as if you were some queen he was having a dance with. You moved as if it was just meant to be and in that moment strangely everything seemed perfect.

The ride back was just you and him discussing your and his interest and just normal things, just as normally as a night could have ended except he didn't let you go till you handed him your number. "Thanks for saving me from the ball and i had an amazing time really" you said unsure of his reaction.

"Likewise" He replied but with a peck on your cheek. He left you at the door bidding a goodbye. As you stood there in two minds, relishing your encounter of the stranger whose name you had forgotten to ask and second what was the lioness inside the house going to do with you?"

You Froze on your spot when you received a text message:

Sneaker girl, FYI I'm not a prince charming!!!

Something inside you told you this wasn't the last time you were meeting this prince charming.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts x you #bts x female reader #bts min yoongi #bts min suga #suga x reader #suga fanfic #yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #bts fluff #bts scenarios #yoongi fluff #yoongi scenarios #suga scenarios #suga fluff

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blu-joons · 4 years

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Revealing The Gender Of Your Baby To Him ~ Jeon Jungkook

The boys all stood, each of them with a balloon attached to them that you’d strategically put on the back of them, Jungkook sat beside them with his laser gun in hand, staring back at the assault cause you’d set up in the middle of the garden of your home.

“So, what do I actually have to do?” He asked, lining all the boys up, pretending to fire at each one of them.

You shook your head at his childish antics, “one of these balloons has either blue or pink confetti in when you pop it, you’ve got to shoot at the boys and burst the balloons to reveal it.”

“But we’ll be trying to hide from you,” Taehyung added, pointing out the assault course that you’d set up to make it all a bit more fun.

He nodded, giggling at what a creative idea you’d had, it was only you and the boys, you weren’t into having a huge gender reveal party like you saw so many other people enjoy, instead you decided to just involve the boys.

You counted down from ten watching as the boys all sprinted into the assault course, pushing each other out of the way to try and find the best hiding places away from Jungkook. You walked over to him, wrapping an arm loosely around him.

“Excited?” You asked, feeling his lips press to the top of your head, “it should be fun.”

“I’m so excited,” he responded, squeezing you tightly, “this is such a fun idea too, I could have never have imagined that this would be how I find out the gender of my child, you’ve really excelled yourself on this one Y/N.”

You could hear the screams of the boys running around, giving them a few more minutes to find where they wanted to hide, before you pushed Jungkook forwards to run in.

“I hope you boys are ready, I’m coming for you!” He shouted, sprinting in with a loud giggle, hearing the boys all laugh, trying to hide their balloons from him.

“Be careful!” You yelled, watching him cause havoc as he entered.

The first member he found was Hobi, who cowered back when Jungkook approached him, firing at the balloon, he was greeted with nothing when it burst, swiftly finding Yoongi too, who’s balloon again revealed no confetti when it burst.

“Can you boys help? Tell me where the others are,” he asked them both as they sat down, trying to catch their breath after running around.

Yoongi pointed past a couple of obstacles, whilst Hobi showed him up the slide, where the top of a balloon popped up. He approached, as quietly as possible where he saw Jimin, peering down at him, popping his balloon without him aware he was there.

“Aish!” He squealed, terrified by the unexpected popping.

“You’ve not got any confetti either,” he sighed, sliding back down the slide, running to where Yoongi told him to go, weaving around a few bollards where he found Namjoon hiding, trying to shield his face with his cap. “I see you,” he laughed.

Namjoon smirked, trying to use one of the bollards as a shield, but Jungkook managed to aim his gun around it, popping the balloon. “Sorry Kook, I’m no good to you either.”

“Why do none of you have it,” he cried out, shaking his head in disbelief.

Just then, he heard the shrieks of Jin, running around the place, “I’m guessing he’s one of the ones you’ve still got to catch.”

“He is,” Jungkook replied, running to follow the sound and find where his hyung was hiding, spotting him in the corner of one of the pieces of netting where he tried to hide.

He tiptoed over, jumping out at Jin when he least expected it, giving him the perfect chance to shoot at his balloon, again revealing nothing, leaving only one balloon left to get, and the one balloon with what he wanted still intact.

“Taehyung! I’m coming for you!” He yelled, beginning to run back through the assault course to find the final target he needed.

The boys all followed behind him, Yoongi had pulled out his phone to record for you, as Taehyung was found, hiding underneath one of the inflatables.

Taehyung stood over him, firing his gun, making sure he had the perfect shot, the one chance he needed. His heart was pounding as he pulled on the trigger, watching the material burst open, pieces of confetti lying everywhere as he finally got what he wanted out of it.

“It’s a boy!” He yelled, spinning around in all of the blue pieces of confetti that scattered around, picked up by the breeze. He grabbed onto a few, placing them into his pockets as all of the boys cheered behind him.

“Jungkook, you’re going to have a mini me,” Namjoon encouraged, pulling him into a tight hug.

You smiled as you saw the confetti come up, hearing the cheers of all the boys in amongst the inflatable. He soon sprinted out of the assault course, landing back in the garden, looking straight over at you with a huge smile on his face.

He couldn’t get to you quick enough, wrapping his arms around you, twirling you around in the air, pressing several kisses to your cheeks, “I can’t believe we’re going to have a little boy, I’m so excited to have a little one, he’s going to be so loved.”

“I’m guessing you’re happy about it then?”

“Happy? I’m thrilled,” he cheered, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “he’s going to become a rock star, just like his dad.” “He’ll have a long way to go before then,” you smirked, running a hand through his hair, “you’re all sweaty, was it really that hard?”

He nodded, looking back as the rest of the boys all came out, confetti pieces were stuck all over the six of them as they walked over to you both, giving you a congratulatory hug.

“We’re so excited to have another boy in our crazy family,” Hoseok whispered to you.

You smiled, grabbing one of the scan pictures that you kept in the back of your phone, the boys all looked at it in a whole new light, knowing now it would be a son.

“That’s my boy,” Jungkook whispered, grazing his thumb over the image, wrapping an arm around your waist, “in just a couple of months I’ll get to hold him in my arms and show him the world, I’m so excited to have this baby now.”

“We’ve got all sorts of things to do now, including the nursery, that’s going to be a big job,” you reminded him, watching his eyes light up.

He stared across at the boys, “these guys all said they’d help out if we needed it, and we were thinking about building a nursery at the studio for him to stay in.”

“You boys don’t need to do anything like that, I can’t expect you to change things at the studio for our son.”

Namjoon’s head shook, grabbing onto both of your arms, “we want to do it, we want to have somewhere that you can all come to be with all of us, Jungkook is going to be busy, but you guys can always come to the studio, and we’ll do a good job of it, we promise.”

“This boy is going to be so loved, it’s unbelievable.”

“He’s going to be spoilt rotten.”

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smilingleoo · 4 years

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Bts reaction- they are filming Run!Bts and their child interrupts them

Request: Hi 👋🏾 can I make a request where bts is filming for Run BTS and their child interrupts/ walks in the way of the camera to get to them.

Author´s Note: Hello! This is so cute omg...

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RM (Kim Namjoon)

Fortunately, for this episode, they were not doing something that could harm your kid. They were all sitting down, crossed-leg, forming a semicircle in front of the camera. Discussing the rules of the game as well as its dare for the loser, Namjoon´s gaze kept on sliding back to his little kid, who was playing with a make-up artist. You had asked her to look after him for a little bit while you went to the bathroom.

Namjoon had invited you and his son to set because he planned on taking both you for dinner as soon as they finished. It was encouraging to have the love of his life and his precious child with him while he worked. However, he hadn´t expected his kid to ran towards him, plopping himself on his lap-” Look, dad!”

His tiny hands held something Namjoon couldn´t quite decipher but he smiled anyway-” I broke a pair of glasses just like you!”- Jungkook laughed besides Namjoon, hiding his smile behind his hand. Namjoon wouldn´t be mad, just slightly apologetic for the effort everyone had made going to waste. Nevertheless, the cameraman told him that his child was just so adorable that they didn´t mind him appearing for a few seconds-” Who knows, maybe we can replace you with him”- Jimin joked.

Jin (Kim Seokjin)

Back at home, Jin had a habit of playing the guitar for your kid to fall asleep.

It was heartwarming how she would rest her fragile head on his free knee as he sang a soft lullaby, her tired eyelids flashing closed almost immediately. Today, Seokjin invited you to accompany him to film a short episode of Run! Bts. Since you loved the show so much, you couldn´t turn down his offer. But there was a slight obstacle, your kid´s babysitter was sick and you had to stay so as to look after her. Seokjin was quick to solve your doubts, telling you that his little princess could come too. Everything was going as planned, Seokjin´s daughter was chewing a chocolate cupcake while you watched how the camera recorded the game. It was simple, someone had to play an instrument and his team needed to sing in English the lyrics of the song. Sometimes, they would play Korean songs and they had to translate the meaning before singing.

Seokjin snatched the guitar and began performing a soothing melody. You were too enchanted by its sound that you didn't notice your daughter slipping from your side, running to her father. She snuggled on his knee as she usually did, closing her eyes while the song caressed her tired body. Hoseok squealed at her cuteness, grabbing his phone and snapping some pictures of her. Seokjin smiled dumbly, entirely captivated by his kid´s beauty-” What can I say, I attract the ladies”

Suga (Min Yoongi)

What could he say, his son had swag.

How couldn´t he? If his father dragged him to his studio nearly every day for him to see the diversity of technology Yoongi had to create music. Fortunately, his kid seemed keen on all the things his father showed him, usually staring while Yoongi worked.

You had dropped Y/S/N on Yoongi´s hands as you pecked your husband´s lips and rushed to work. It was his turn to look after his kid and he couldn´t be more pleased. The make-up artist finished the subtle eyeshadow on him as Yoongi´s kid slept on his lap. He tugged his curled body on the comfortable couch behind the cameraman and joined the rest of the members, who were already prepared. The episode went through smoothly and the finishing scene was up next. Namjoon talked about his conclusion about the game and everyone nodded along while a soft hip-hop tune floated through the background. Instantly, your son´s head popped in between the cushions, ushering his body to leave the comfortable couch and bop his body to the beat as he strolled towards his dad. Seokjin was the first one to notice how Yoongi´s kid came stumbling on his words as he tried to rap as fast as his father. Yoongi´s cheeks gained a slight pink out of embarrassment but he soon forgot everything as his son wiggled his hands for him to pick him up-” I´m going to be like you one day, dad!”

He had a soft spot for his family.

Jhope (Jung Hoseok)

“ Why can´t I dance with them?”-your kid asked as Bts moved to their songs. For this episode of Run! Bts they had to nail every step of one of their choreographies in order to keep going. If you missed a step or tempo, you were disqualified. The first one to lose was Taehyung, who tripped over his loose sandals and couldn´t jump on time. Second to fall was Jimin that couldn´t stop laughing at his friend, Seokjin following right afterwards. Namjoon got his position wrong and ended up punching Yoongi innocently on his stomach, both of them being disqualified immediately. Hoseok and Jungkook fought with all their might; sweating, panting but laughing anyway. Everything was running smoothly until Hoseok´s daughter staggered to her father´s side and started copying roughly his movements. The defeated members pouted at her cuteness, even Yoongi, who was known to have a serious face, was charmed by her confidence.

Jungkook gifted Hobi an understanding smile and, at the same time, they both missed the easiest step while your daughter kept on dancing-” My baby! You won! Ah, she´s so talented”

Jimin (Park Jimin)

Jimin´s son had a certain liking for the golden maknae.

They shared the same kind of mischieve, scaring the hell out of Jimin. However, they also had the same sense of humour and responsibility that pushed them to achieve great things, so Jimin wasn´t too worried about the huge amount of time they spent together. Actually, it was a great advantage since he could have some alone time with you when your son was safe on Jungkook´s hands.

For this episode of Run! Bts, they had to be bare-footed. All the members had left their shoes on a corner, which was still visible to the camera´s lens, and were focused now on the task. Without anyone noticing, Jimin´s son stole his father´s shoe and snatched the insole inside of it. Without wasting a single second, he ran in front of Jungkook and waved the silicone object in front of him-” Look uncle Jungkook!”

Jimin´s giggle wasn´t easily dismissed as he picked up his kid and answered-” Don´t laugh at me! You won´t be too tall either, Y/S/N. Better get used to it”

V (Kim Taehyung)

Nothing could make him even happier than having both his animal son as well as his human daughter together.

It was heartwarming how your daughter played with Yeontan as if there was no one else in the world. Moreover, the small dog seemed to be extremely protective over her, growling to anyone who could be seen as a threat. It was the best relationship Taehyung had had the pleasure to know and he was insanely sure to leave both of you alone behind the camera as he filmed Run! Bts. Little did he know that she was planning on interrupting the recording, running to your dad and showing him Yeontan´s glow-up.

Your daughter had tied a pink bow on the dog´s tail and had made numerous ponytails on his fluffy head. Yeontan wiggled his tail excitedly as he made a small performance for everyone to admire his beautiful look. Taheyung laughed and kissed his daughter´s forehead before talking to the camera-” Look ARMY, my daughter is available to dress any of you up! She´s extremely talented!”

Jungkook (Jeon Jungkook)

Father liked winning.

Son liked winning.

Jungkook, of course, won this episode of Run! Bts. Because they were in the middle of their comeback and resources were limited, the price was a bottle of banana milk. Jungkook didn´t mind though, jolting excitedly when the trophy was handed to him. He planned on drinking it after he was done with the episode, tugging it smoothly near his chest.

His son, who had been watching all the game, ogled the bottle of banana milk hungrily. That price was going to be his and fast. Snatching a water bottle from the catering table, Jungkook´s son tiptoed behind the members, being careful not to bother but the cameraman saw him crouching when he reached his father. Jungkook had neglected his price, leaving it beside him. In one swift motion, your son exchanged his plane water bottle for the banana milk and dashed out of Jungkook´s reach. When the episode came to an end and Jungkook grabbed his earning, he was astonished to drink boring water instead of his delicious beverage. He looked around and saw his son chucking down the las bit of milk, smirking out of satisfaction-” That sneaky bastard!”

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years

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A Happy Accident

Summary: You accidentally send nudes meant for your friend with benefits Hoseok to Jungkook.

Teaser : in which the nudes are sent accidentally

Warnings: HOO BOY OK, sub!Jungkook (but not really just read it trust me), bondage, so much teasing, 69 (kinda), unprotected sex (wrap up the dong kiddos)

Word Count: 2312 (THIS IS A LOT I AM SWEATING SO MUCH I FEEL SOME TYPE OF WAY ABOUT KOOKIE LATELY)

It takes a full week of you avoiding Jungkook before you feel like a human being again. He was so sweet about it and said he would delete them immediately but you were absolutely mortified.

You end up slightly tipsy at a house party and Hoseok passes out after three beers so you're hanging out in the kitchen with Taehyung and Jimin.

You'd said hello to Jungkook when you came in and he'd given you a smile and a nod and your cheeks didn't catch on fire, so that was a plus. He was being a little quiet, but that wasn't unusual, so you weren't too worried.

It's late when you finally go to bed in the guestroom, but you're wired and wondering if you can rouse Hoseok for a little fooling around when there's a soft knock at the door.

You head towards it, not even thinking, figuring it's Jimin trying to borrow a condom or Taehyung asking if you wanna get Taco Bell but then you hear a soft, "Noona?" and your heart leaps into your throat.

Fuck fuck fuck, your head is screaming, but you open the door.

"Can I talk to you?"

Of course you say yes, how can you say no when he's looking at you with those big brown doe eyes and wringing his hands.

You let him in and he immediately sits down on the bed and he's not looking at you.

You push down your embarrassment because he looks worried.

"Kookie?" You call softly. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes. No." He takes a deep breath and looks up at you. "I need to ask you something."

"Okay?" He looks so serious, and you're a little concerned.

"You're dating Hobi-hyung, right?"

You scoff a little, but he's still looking at you so intently that you clear your throat and try to explain. "I wouldn't call it dating....more like...just having fun, Kook. We're just friends who fool around."

You were telling the truth. You and Hoseok had talked about this several times, and neither of you had feelings like that, it was all just fun and physical.

Kookie sits still a minute, and then looks away before asking in a low calm voice, "Are we friends, noona?"

You swallow, having no idea where this is going. "Of course we are."

"So...did you really send me those pictures on accident? Or...do you want to have fun with me, too?"

He looks at you again, eyes still big but there's this smirk spreading across his face and where the hell is this coming from? His cheeks are still flushed and you feel somehow weak in the knees suddenly.

You can't help but laugh a little, nervously. "Kook, are you drunk?"

He frowns, eyes flashing a little. "Don't laugh at me, noona. I'm serious."

"Of course I didn't send them on purpose, I wouldn't do that....what....why are you asking me this?" You're babbling, almost incoherent because your heart is speeding up and you don't even know why.

He flushes a little again and you almost want to sigh in relief because that feels more familiar, and for a minute there...

"I deleted them just like you said, noona, but it's been a week and I still see them every time I close my eyes...I can't stop thinking about them, and..."

He looks up at you again and there's something almost predatory in his gaze and you feel this shiver down your spine.

You don't know if it's the alcohol or the self imposed sex deprivation of the last week but you find yourself taking a step closer. "And what?"

He's turning an alarming shade of red now but he doesn't look away, tilting his chin up almost defiantly.

"And it makes me so hard, noona."

You feel a pang of arousal in your lower belly and you don't even know what you're going to do until you do it, stepping closer and putting your hand in the hair at the nape of his neck and tugging gently.

"Is that right?"

A low, surprised moan comes from his throat. "Yes. Yes, noona, I want you so bad. I'll be so good for you, I swear, I'll make you feel so good."

There's something almost desperate in his voice and it makes heat pool between your legs.

He's still got his hands by his sides, chin tilted up gazing up at you like you're some kind of goddess and you make a snap decision. You are friends, and fun is fun, right?

"Will you wait here for me for a moment, Kookie?"

He nods, exhaling through his nostrils, eyes still locked on yours, and you rush from the room to sneak into Hoseok's room.

He's snoring softly and you tiptoe to the bottom drawer which he calls the "fun drawer" and you make a note to slip them back in the drawer before he wakes up because God knows he'll have a brain aneurysm laughing if he figures it out.

You manage to acquire the items you were looking for and keep them behind your back when you get back to the room.

Jungkook is leaning back against the headboard, now, and you can't help but notice how wide his shoulders are against it.

"I'll make a deal with you, Jungkook."

He just looks at you expectantly.

"I'll have fun with you....let you see everything in those pictures and more...on one condition."

His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he leans forward, already nodding.

You give him a wicked smile and bring out the black restraints behind your back.

His eyes widen. "Noona, you want me to tie you up?"

You think about it for a moment but then shake your head. "No, Kookie. I want to tie you up."

Jungkook frowns a little, so you decide the only way to make this happen is to make it happen as it were.

You’re already only wearing Hoseok’s hoodie and your panties, so you tug it off and his sharp intake of breath makes you smirk before you even have it over your head.

“Oh, noona,” He breathes, “you’re so beautiful.”

It’s so sweet it makes your heart ache a little so you crawl up the bed toward him and start unbuttoning his shirt, slow, and he’s breathing hard already and god, this was going to be so much fun.

He’s just watching you with those big eyes, keeping his arms by his sides but when you lean in closer to push his shirt off his shoulders and your breasts come closer to his face he grabs it and pops your nipple into his mouth.

You let out a surprisingly loud moan as he sucks hard, but you manage to grab his wrists.

He lets you pin his arms above his head, smiling at you a little, and you know he could easily overpower you but he won’t, won’t want to miss the chance and you know that, too.

You’re straddling his stomach and good God, has he been working out more than you realized? He’s so tight everywhere, shoulders seeming ridiculously broad and you realize he’ll never seem like a kid to you again. You bind his wrists with the restraints, simple leather cuffs, but you’ve had them on you before, and they’re pretty strong.

“Noona, are you going to have your way with me?” He asks, and the teasing tone in his voice makes your skin feel like it’s on fire.

“When did you get like this, Kookie?” You ask bewilderingly.

He just smirks again. “Maybe I’ve always been like this. I’m not a kid anymore, you know.”

“Hmm,” you murmur, and scoot back to straddle his thighs, turning your eyes to the obvious bulge in his jeans, and you unbutton them and free him from them and try to keep your face neutral.

He’s got such a pretty cock, bouncing eagerly against his lower stomach, and he groans a little.

Instead of taking him in your hand you rock your hips forward, wanting friction yourself and also wanting to tease him, the damp cotton of your panties sliding against his length and he bucks his hips up, hissing through his teeth.

You look down at him and his eyes are darting between your breasts and your pussy against him and he’s got his jaw clenched hard, straining a bit against the cuffs.

“You’re so eager for me, Kookie.” You tease, rocking forward again, slow, bracing your hands on his chest and feeling powerful and sexy.

His eyes shoot to yours, glazed with lust. “Noona, please.”

“Please what?” You coo, smirking down at him.

“Take off your panties. Let me touch you. Let me taste you, please, please...”

“You’re not supposed to tell me what to do, Kook. That’s not how this works.” You scold, but his pleading has you soaking your panties even more.

You stand to slide off your underwear and since he’s half reclined on your headboard, still, you straddle him backwards, backing yourself up toward him and the way his tip of his tongue eagerly seeks at your folds before you’re even in position has you choking out a moan. He bucks his hips again and his cock hits your cheek and so you finally touch it, circle him with one hand and he moans against you, shaking his head to get in the right position.

He sucks your clit into his mouth and your hand tightens instinctively around him and he just keeps moaning against you, over and over, and before he’s even done much you’re about to come, but you can’t let go of the idea of him begging, his pleading eyes, clenched, desperate jaw, so you don’t pump your fist, don’t allow him any release, even when you come, rolling your hips against his face and letting out little cries of pleasure.

You flip around almost instantly and he makes a whining sound, as if he wants to keep tasting you and God, is this really Kookie? Sweet, shy Kookie who was always so proud when you told him he looked handsome, blushing and looking away?

You guide him to your entrance and he bucks so hard off the bed it makes you bounce, but you manage to avoid letting him inside you entirely and fit just the head of his cock inside you, rocking back and forth just a bit.

He’s been quiet, you realize, hasn’t said any actual words in a while, so you look up to his face and he’s staring at you with what almost looks like anger.

“You’re teasing me too much, noona,” he whines, but it’s really not so much a whine as a...statement, and it makes your cunt pulse to hear.

“What’s wrong, Kookie? Do you want to touch my tits? You want to be inside me?”

He huffs out an impatient breath and strains once against the restraints, and you don’t realize that he’s testing their strength until you hear the rip as he flexes his forearms and biceps and rips the strap right down the middle, and your mouth falls open in surprise and you don’t know if you’ve ever even been this wet.

Jungkook puts his hands on your ass immediately, rocking you against him hard, and then he flips you over before you can even get over the shock of him breaking the restraints, muttering apologies.

“I’m sorry, noona, I’m so sorry, I’ll replace them I just...I need you so bad.”

He reaches down between you to guide himself into you and rams into you, burying himself to the hilt, and you cry out his name and his eyes snap to yours.

It’s now that you realize that you haven’t even kissed him, all this time, and your face is flooding with blood as he looks down at you, and his cock is inside you so why are you blushing because he might kiss you?

He leans down and puts his mouth on yours, and it’s soft and sweet and completely different than how he’s stretching your cunt, rocking his hips into you slowly.

“Oh, noona, you feel so good,” he moans, pulling away and burying his face into your neck as he starts to pump his hips.

He’s still babbling apologies, leaving soft, open mouth kisses along your throat and jaw.

“I’m sorry, I can’t stop, you’re so fucking beautiful, you know that? You’re so wonderful, noona, I’m so lucky you sent me those pictures.”

You’re speechless because he’s fucking you so hard your headboard is banging you against the wall and how is he so fucking good at this?

You’re reaching a second orgasm before you know it, letting out a stream of incoherent curses.

He leans up and looks down at your face when you start to come, eyes widening. “Noona, you’re pulsing around me, oh fuck you feel so tight, can I...”

You manage a nod, your throat dry, and he throws his head back and spills inside you, moaning out your name for once instead of noona, and he drops on his forearms and takes your face in his hands to kiss you hard.

“Jungkook, if I had known you were this good in bed, I would’ve sent you nudes on purpose,” you pant when he rolls off you, and he chuckles low in his throat.

He’s so sweet after, all cuddly and murmuring praises into your ear, thanking you over and over, and you fall asleep before you mean to.

You wake up when Hobi bursts into the guest room.

“Y/n, do you know where-”

You bolt upright in bed and he yells when he sees a male arm hanging off the bed and a broken leather cuff danging from it.

“YOU BROKE MY FAVORITE CUFFS!”

You groan, knowing you’ll never hear the end of this, as long as you live, but....it was worth it.

#bts #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts imagine #bangtan boys #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #bts smut #jungkook smut

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jinhitwhore · 4 years

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The List 01

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, High School! Au

Warning: None yet!

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: It’s your senior year of high school and while most couples struggle to decide what to do after high school you and Jungkook seem to have it all figured out. You’re breaking up. But until college move-in day, you plan on making the most of every second and do everything on the list that you two made together.

Note: If you’ve seen me post and delete this three times before... no you didn’t! Not sure how long it’ll be yet. Also, I am in college now so idk how often i’ll update. This is for funsies and I very much don’t know how to use punctuation, so sorry in advance. And if you do stick around thanks for reading! :)

“It’s really the first day of senior year, huh.” You were still in shock of how the past three years of high school had flown past in what felt as a blink of an eye. Now you headed into your high school for one last ‘first day’ with your best friend, Emma, beside you.

“Way to state the obvious.” She bumps your shoulder and giggles. “I’m serious. This is the year where we take our final SATs and we do the whole college application thing and then we and we spiral into crippling debt because we all know financial aid is a joke and now I’m freaking out.”

You stop as Emma blocks your path and places her hands on your shoulders. “Y/n...shut up and chill, please. You skipped over all the fun stuff like prom, and parties, and graduation, and getting the hell out of here. Most importantly you get to do all that fun stuff with your boyfriend.” Emma shakes your shoulders gently after successfully calming you down.

“Where is said boyfriend by the way?” Her eyes scan the hallway as you both start walking to your locker. You shrug letting out a small sigh. “I haven’t seen him since he went on vacation with his parents a few weeks ago.” She hums in response.

“I still can't believe you ended up getting a boyfriend after you swore you didn’t like anyone and that you were happily single.” She leans against the locker next to yours and watches you put your books up. “I was but now I’m happily dating Jungkook. Are you sad that your summer of fun included a little less of me?” You teasingly grin at her.

“Not at all. As far as I’m concerned summer of fun was very successful even when you left me to my own devices”. Emma gave you the sleaziest wink and you couldn’t help but laugh with her. “In that case I’m definitely going to need you to fill me in.”

Before Emma could begin telling you all about her summer escapades she notices a tall figure making its way down the hallway. “I’ll tell you later.” She nods behind you but you bump into something hard on your way to turn around.

“You okay, baby?” Jungkook holds you while you regain your balance. You look up at him with a goofy loved up smile that’s reserved only for him, “yeah”. After weeks of not seeing him, there stood your very devilishly handsome boyfriend grinning down at you.

“Sorry.” He chuckles and reaches out to run his thumb over your forehead. He moves his hand down to your jaw and leans in close to your lips. “I missed you.” He mumbles before giving you a sweet kiss. “Missed you too”. Your face now dusted by a slight blush as you pulled away.

Jungkook smiles at your reaction and leans in for a second kiss. Interrupted by an “ahem” that comes from behind, you are made very aware of your small audience. “Hey, Emma. How was your summer?” Jungkook casually asks as he slides his hand into yours. “Great, actually, but I missed hanging out with you guys.”

Before you could continue your idle chatter, the morning bell rings. “Catch up during lunch?”, Emma suggests as you both start towards the direction of your class as Jungkook smiles and waves.

“See you at lunch then!” He yells after you. “Yup!”

A few too many ice-breaker activities later, the lunch bell finally rang.

“Why do teachers feel the need to introduce you to the same people you’ve been in class with for years? As if I don’t remember that Liz in the back row lost her tooth during snack time in first grade!” Emma continues whining as Jungkook joins you guys.

“Bad day already?” She looked over at him with a pout and nodded slowly. Emma continues chattering on until you finally reach your car.

“You drive.” You toss Jungkook your keys and he smiles knowingly at the fact that you still hate driving. It’s been a little over a year since you had gotten a license (you’d been driving longer than that but that’s none of the authorities’ business) and you still refused to drive more than necessary.

Jungkook jogs up ahead of you and opens the passenger door and waits for you to get in before walking over to the driver’s seat. “Everyone buckled up?” He asks looking into the rearview mirror.

“Why do you always look at me when you ask that?” Emma grumbles as she yanks the seatbelt on and Jungkook finally puts the car into drive with a knowing smile. “Hand”, Jungkook rests his elbow on the middle console with his hand’s palm facing up. You playfully roll your eyes and intertwine your fingers in his.

Jungkook drives to a nearby diner that people from your high school frequented. Walking across the parking lot you smile at a girl you recognize from one of your classes.

“I heard she’s going to dump him soon,” Emma says as you notice the boy who’s standing by your classmate. “Apparently she wants a clean break sooner than later, so she can enjoy her senior year. Smart, considering how everyone ends up breaking up anywa-'' She cuts herself off before looking over at you two slowly with an ‘I fucked up face’.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean you guys. Y/n and Jungkook forever~” She sings the last sentence in an attempt to lighten the mood before mumbling another apology.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not like you’re saying anything we don’t already know.” Jungkook chuckles. “I hope you know that you guys aren’t included in my statement. If anyone can make it work it’s going to be you two.” Emma assures and you can see that she really means it.

“Thanks, but...um..we’re actually going to break up too.” You say in passing with an airy laugh as you reach the diner entrance and Jungkook opens the door for you and Emma.

The revelation left your best friend dumbfounded as she watched the couple’s display of affection a few feet ahead.

“Do you want to split a milkshake? I don’t think I can finish it on my own.” Jungkook scrunches his face in an attempt of denial. “I’ll give you the cherry~” You swing your locked hands between you. Your cute act quickly wins him over and you tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

How could you just drop that bomb so casually? Especially when she had watched her best friend’s relationship bloom from the very start. Meddled along with the rest of the class so that you and Jungkook had no other choice but to be lab partners in fourth period chem. Listened to you gush after your first date and first ‘I love yous’.

Yeah, you definitely weren’t as okay as that breezy laugh let on, and you’re definitely not getting away from a very long conversation about your feelings later on.

“Hey, guys!” You greet the group of boys that sit together at a corner of the diner where a bunch of tables had been pushed together to accommodate the large group.

“Y/n, JK,” Hobi greets happily before looking behind you guys, “and…oddly quiet Emma. What’s wrong?” He asks with a pout. “Nothing much just realized love is dead.”

Emma walks around the now confused Hobi and takes a seat next to Jin. You giggle at her dramatics as you and Jungkook follow to take the remaining seats beside her. “I’m still confused. Love is dead? Since when?” Hobi reclaims his seat next to Yoongi and waits for a response. “Since these two idiots decided to break up.” Emma nods in your direction before resuming her grumpy act.

You hear the tiniest ‘huh’ leave Hobi’s lips before turning around to the entire table’s eyes on you and your boyfriend. “It’s not really a big deal. We’ve got all year left before that happens. Right, babe?” You turn to Jungkook and he answers with a small stiff smile. Hoping the way your heart is clenching in your chest doesn’t show through. “Right.” The moment between you lingers along with the sense of dread.

“So what are y’all getting today?,” Jungkook asks in an attempt to move past the awkwardness. The guys start going on about their favorite orders and quickly move on.

Lunch continues on with lively chatter about summer activities and senior plans until it’s time to head back to school. You arrive back on campus and make your way to the only class you two have in common.

You walk through the classroom door with him laughing at something silly he had whispered in your ear when you hear someone call his name. Jungkook looks between you and some of his other friends sitting at the back of the classroom. He smiles and waves back.

“Alright, so where are we sitting?” He looks at you expecting an answer. “You can go with them Jungkook”, you chuckle, “I know you haven’t seen them all summer. I’ll sit with the girls.” You take your hand from his before pushing him in the direction of his friends. He looks back at you one more time. “Go make friends, Kookie.” You usher in a tone for children too shy to go off into the playground on their own. He rolls his eyes and finally walks off as you join your friends.

The class progresses in the same boring fashion as all of your earlier classes. The only difference now was the occasional peeks between you and Jungkook. You glance up at Jungkook while the teacher shares pictures of his summer trip.

He catches your gaze and you watch as a small smile spreads on his lips. The moment only lingers for a few seconds before he decides to tease you like the little jerk you know he is. “Talk to your friends Y/nnie”, he mouths at you and uses the same gesture you used on him earlier. You roll your eyes as he winks at you. Finally turning back to pay attention for the last few remaining minutes of class until the bell rings.

The rest of classes and bells whizzed by until it was finally 4 o’clock and you were free to go home.

You made it out into the parking lot and leaned forward to put the key in the ignition. You flinched in your seat when you heard your passenger door open and someone sat beside you.

“You made me drop my keys, jerk” You grumbled and punched his arm. Jungkook winces in mock pain as he looks over at you. “Ouch. Now you’ve got to kiss it better”. This time when he looks at you his eyes are filled with expectation and mischief.

You only rolled your eyes, but he continued to insist. “I’m serious! That really did hurt. I think you forgot that you got buff from going to the gym with me.” He rubbed his arm again for added effect. “You’re such a baby”. You teased as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Your baby.” He hums as he turns to connect your lips to his.

His hand moves to rest beneath your neck, deepening the kiss to the point that it was impossible to breathe. “I missed you so much, baby.” He mumbles against you. Dazed and breathless you sit there with your eyes closed, lovestruck grin on your face, “Missed you too.” He pecked your lips one more time before leaning back into his seat. “So my place or yours?”

Pushing the door open to your empty house, “Home sweet home”. Your parents still had a day before they came home from an overnight visit to your grandparents, leaving you and Jungkook to take full advantage of that.

Currently, you were laid up on your boyfriend’s chest. The peaceful atmosphere you had settled into suddenly disrupted by you. “We should make a list”, You sat up and looked down at Jungkook with excited eyes. He furrowed his brows in confusion. “Of things we want to do together before” You sighed, not wanting to finish off your sentence. “Before we break up?” He finished for you.

“There’s just so much I want to do with you before we leave”. The words softly left your lips. Jungkook tucked your hair behind your ear happily before walking over to grab a pen and paper from your desk. “Let’s get started then.”

He settles back on your bed while you mindlessly title the page. Jungkook moves to peer over your shoulder. “Y/n and JK’s pre-breakup bucket list.” You catch his subtle wince after he reads the title aloud. Your expression slowly drops into a sad smile but Jungkook is quick to kiss your dejection away.

“So skinny dipping at a very crowded beach has to be at the very top”. You look over at him with his favorite ‘are you fucking kidding me’ face. He pulls you against him, nuzzling your neck. “Come on. Add it.” Placing playful kisses in the crook of your neck. You turn your head. “No thanks”.

You continued brainstorming until you ended up with a list far more simple than you would have expected and a very important clause at the bottom of the page. ‘The list is always subject to change if Y/n and Jungkook feel like it.’

The sound of your alarm stirs you from your sleep. You move to sit up but a pair of strong arms tighten around you. “It’s time to get up”, you sigh as you make no further attempt to escape your boyfriend’s warm embrace. Jungkook burrows his face in between your shoulders and hums in agreement.

“Are you gonna let me go?” You giggle and finally try to pull his arms away from you. “Do you really want me to?” He teases and places a kiss on your shoulder. You hum in consideration. Lay in bed with your boyfriend to enjoy the morning together or get to school on time before your parents get the ‘your kid isn’t in class’ phone call. You hated that damn phone call. Jungkook seems to come to a conclusion before you as he rolls off the bed with a groan.

You continue to lay despite no longer having the weight of your boyfriend confining you to bed. “I really don’t want to get up”, you whine. “Mnh mnh, you made me get up now it’s your turn”. His hand wraps around your ankle to drag you to the edge of the bed he stood by. For the second time this morning, you found yourself in Jungkook’s arms except this time you were being tossed over his shoulder and not waking in a gentle hold.

After being set down in the restroom with no other choice but to get ready, you start brushing your teeth. You lean over to spit the foam into the sink when Jungkook pokes his head in.

“Hey, where do you keep all the clothes you steal from me? I need some for today”. You roll your eyes at his accusatory choice of words before pointing him in the direction of your bottom dresser drawer. It’s not stealing when you had every intention of returning said borrowed clothes. He pulls on a t-shirt he found and you manage to steal a few shameless glances while getting ready yourself.

Just a few more days and you would have him all to yourself for the weekend.

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justasparkwritings · 3 years

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Merry & Bright {2}: Baby, Sugar, Honey, Darling

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Previous: Silver & Gold

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing! Innuendo! Talks of Sex! Heavy Flirting!

Summary: An annual Christmas party is meant to be fun - but Seokjin can’t stop thinking about how much he wants you this Christmas.

Seokjin carefully adjusted the trivet to sit perfectly in the middle of the oyster Le Creuset Dutch oven, a splurge he’d purchased once you moved in. He wanted a full set, and knowing they were considered the best, couldn’t help but want them in his kitchen. He looked over the table, trying to move the tablecloth without moving the centerpiece of poinsettias and garland.

“Baby, why don’t you just wait for me to help?” You asked. He hadn’t heard your gentle steps padding down the hallway to the dining room, or noticed you silently observing, taking in the work of your husband.

“I didn’t know when you’d be down,” He said, turning to pout.

“It looks really good, smells even better,” You smiled at him, eyes crinkling.

“Thank you, do we need to get the drinks ready?” He moved around you, through the other side of the dining room to the kitchen.

“Just need to pop the champagne and put ice in the ice buckets,” You said, reaching into the fridge to grab two bottles.

“Do our friends like champagne?”

“I like champagne,” You said carefully opening the first bottle.

“Hobi doesn’t,” Seokjin said.

“We have other things, too many other things,” You said, eyes rolling at your husbands incessant need to cover all bases when it came to providing for your friends. “We have nonalcoholic options, beer, hard liquor, soda, water, sparkling water.”

“Wine, did we get wine?”

“Red and white,” You sighed.

“Okay, good,” He nodded, checking off another box on his mental to do list.

“Sugar, it’s twelve people, we have enough for twice that, alcohol for four times, it’ll be okay,” You reassured, nestling the bottles in a bed of ice.

“I just, I want it to be perfect,” Jin sighed, leaning against the marble countertop. You moved to stand between his legs, hands instinctively going to his broad shoulders.

“I know, and it will be,” You said, hands comfortably moving up and down his biceps. “It’s going to me marvelous, splendid; you’re going to be the bell of the ball.”

“I don’t want to be the bell of the ball!” Jin responded, outraged.

“Hostess with the mostest,” You said, smiling up at him.

“That’s better,” Seokjin chuckled.

“Someone’s going to have to take our picture tonight,” You gently adjusted his tie, taking in the cardigan he had tossed over his button down. “You look good.”

“Aye, honey you look good, beautiful,” Jin was smiling, slight blush in his cheeks. He hadn’t taken much time to take in your appearance. He loved the soft make up you’d put on, hair pulled back just slightly to show of your earrings, a gift from Seokjin on your third anniversary. They hung low, grazing your neck when you moved, a constant reminder of him.

“Thank you,�� You said, leaning up to press a chaste kiss on his lips as the doorbell rang, your first guests arriving. “I’ll get the music; you get the door?”

“Alright,” Jin kissed your cheek, giving your shoulders a squeeze, and darted to welcome your friends into your home.

His voice could be heard over your music, loudly greeting everyone by name as he joked and laughed. His laugh was your favorite sound, it’s tone never wavering, always inviting you to join him. And join you did, stepping into the foyer to say hi to your friends, their spouses and girlfriends. The few BTS children immediately gravitating towards you, their favorite aunt.

Within an hour, the house was full, food was abounding, as was merriment and utter seasonal joy. The Christmas tunes never ceased, and neither did the alcohol. It was your favorite tradition, a party with the entire band, their kids, their spouses, everyone coming together to eat and drink, dance a little, sing a little, and celebrate the holidays as one. No longer were they clambering to perfect a routine for a New Year’s Eve performance or stressing over military service and chart placements. There weren’t deadlines or copious holiday special appearances, no flying to and from for late night shows or awkward interviews. They’d peaked, and as they settled into their plateau, they overwhelmingly welcomed the comfort of a family-oriented life.

Thus, the Christmas party was born. Each year a different family hosted. The men had drawn straws, after Seokjin refused to go first, despite his seniority. He’d opted for reverse order, forcing Jungkook into the position of hosting first, which he absolutely hated, and feeling bad, Namjoon had taken over. The first party had been stunning, and each year continued to grow in brilliance.

Your guests continued to eat and drink into the night, the few BTS children tucked into the guest room, sleeping soundlessly until their parents carried their weary bodies to their car seats. Seokjin milled at one end of the living room, laughing uproariously with Taehyung and Jimin. You couldn’t help but laugh as you spoke with Jungkook and his latest fling, who seemingly had never seen While You Were Sleeping. It was mid laugh that Seokjin’s eyes found yours, scanning up and down your body slowly, admiring the way your outfit hugged your figure. He absentmindedly licked his puckered lips, and you in return bit your bottom lip, breath inhaling slowly.

You hadn’t lied when you said he looked good. He looked better than good, sinfully good… Sexy didn’t begin to cover it. And you wanted him. Seokjin, sensing your feelings, winked before dipping into the kitchen. You gave him a minute before you followed, taking a few empty plates and cups with you.

Jin didn’t hear you walking into the kitchen, but he felt you as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You whispered into his back.

“Me? Honey, have you seen the way you’re looking at me?”

“Oh, if anything I’m taking a cue from you,” You giggled, Seokjin turning in your arms.

“Mm, you’re the one dressed like that,” He smirked, admiring your cleavage.

“Hmm, and you’re the one checking me out in plain sight,” You scolded.

“You’re gorgeous, and I want you,” Seokjin dipped his head to place kiss after kiss on your neck, pulling your hips against his, grinding into you softly.

“Seokjin, we have guests,” You muttered, suppressing every moan he was attempting to elicit.

“They’ll be gone soon, and I want you to be ready,” He bit the unentangled flesh of your earlobe before lightly spanking you and walking out of the kitchen. You gnawed on the flesh of your lip, annoyed that he’d started the game without telling you, curious how he was going to hide his arousal from your guests and knowing full well he had the restraint of a Tibetan monk.

The drinks dwindled as did your guests. Kisses were placed on foreheads of tired tots as they were carried out, wishes of a happy Christmas were shared, and the pleasant balm of a well spent evening covered everyone, snugger than their winter coats.

As soon as the last guest left, Jungkook, naturally, Seokjin was taking your hand in his, guiding you towards the Christmas tree.

The white lights bounced off the gold and white ornaments, catching and splaying out across the tattered living room. Remnants of secret Santa remained, ribbons in piles, wrapping paper stacked and balled. Nat King Cole crooned in the background, and as The Christmas Song blended into a new carol, you felt Seokjin’s hands moving lower and lower on your backside.

“Happy Christmas, darling,” He said, eyes framed by his ever-growing bangs.

“Merry Christmas honey,” You replied. Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed your lips to his, moving slowly as he began to dominate you. Hands were no longer gentle as he unzipped your dress, coaxing it off your shoulders and letting it pool on the floor. Carefully stepping out of it, you moved to take his sweater off his broad shoulders, shoulders that had no problem holding you open, legs propped on either side. Maybe tonight he’d eat you out by the light of the tree. Or use the ribbon to tie your hands back, or maybe you’d treat him to a similar spectacle.

Slipping your tights down, Seokjin kneeled, open mouthed kisses hot and wet against your abdomen. You tried to suppress a giggle, but it was impossible, he knew you were ticklish.

“I love that sound,” He said, hooded eyes looking up at yours. Your face contracted, a pout and squinted eyes at his compliment. Seokjin laughed heartily at your face, shaking his head at how silly you were.

“I love that sound,” You responded, proud that you’d made him laugh.

“I love you, Mrs. Kim,” He said, smile still on his plump lips.

“Mr. Kim, I love you,” You returned his smile, unable to hide any amount of joy from him.

Seokjin guided your panties down, followed by his tie, his shirt and slowly his pants. You’d never made love by the light of the Christmas tree, pine swirling with scents of arousal, an old R&B track bopping in the background, the ornaments shaking with each thrust of Seokjin’s hips. As your Christmas highs mixed with your carnal passion, you were grateful Jin was always down to be your Christmas delight.

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kookie-for-you · 4 years

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You’re Scared By Storms

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Scenario:

You peer anxiously out the window to see the dark sky and rain spattering against the glass, only to quickly drop the curtain back into place. The thought of the storm in the forecast had been weighing heavily on your mind all day, and here it was. Ever since you were very little, storms had been terrifying to you—especially the thunder.

A bright flash came around the curtains, and only a second later a loud crack echoed all around you. With a tiny shriek, you clapped your hands over your ears. Shaking, you lowered yourself to the floor, huddled against the side of the bed. You felt tears well up in your eyes—tears of fear and tears of embarrassment. You were a grown woman; why couldn’t you face the sound of thunder? Another crack sounded throughout the house and you shuddered, not knowing how you’d make it through this.

Kim Seokjin/Jin:

Seokjin had been aware of the storm coming as well, and knew all about your fear. As soon as the thunder started, he’d gone about closing all of the curtains in the house. “Princess?” he called, knowing you’d be hiding somewhere from how loud that thunder was. Another boom sounded and Seokjin winced, not from fear but from knowing how you’d be handling that.

He opened the bedroom door slowly, knowing this was likely where you were hiding. “Love?” he said softly, catching sight of your legs on the other side of the bed. He leaned around the end of the bed, smiling gently at you. “It’s okay, princess,” he said, taking in your teary eyes. “It’s just a little storm, and it’ll be over in no time. Do you want Oppa to make you something nice to eat?”

Shakily, eyes wide, you nodded. Seokjin extended a hand to help you up, still having that gentle smile on his face. You slowly lowered your hands from your ears to take his, letting him pull you up. “Come on, I’ll let you pick whatever you want,” he told you, leading you slowly from the bedroom to the kitchen.

In only a few minutes, Seokjin was preparing some chicken while you sat happily on the counter, watching him cook. Every time a crash of thunder happened, Seokjin was there with his easy smile to keep you calm.

Min Yoongi/Suga:

Every time the lightening flashed around the window, it only made you more tense, waiting for the thunder to follow it. But the curtains and the blinds were both drawn and the light still shone in. Where could you go that didn’t have any windows you’d be tempted to stare at?

Yoongi’s studio. You pushed yourself up from the floor and hurried out of the bedroom and down the hall to the only room in the house without any windows, the tiny study that had been converted to Yoongi’s work-at-home space. You knocked and went in without waiting for a response.

Your boyfriend was sat at his computer, still working on the track for the next album that he’d been editing for two days now. You tiptoed over to him, tapping his shoulder. He didn’t jump, so you had a feeling he’d been expecting you. Taking one headphone off his ear, Yoongi looked back at you. “What’s up, Y/N?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but all that came out was a loud gasp when another burst of thunder came. Immediately, you cradled yourself into Yoongi’s lap, burying your face in his shirt. “Hey, hey,” he soothed, bringing his arms around you. He often forgot just how scared you got by thunder. “It’s no big deal, it’s just some thunder. Here.”

A second later, you found your ears encased by Yoongi’s very expensive headphones, and realized you could hear nothing. You looked up at him and he just pointed to his ear as if to say listen. He gave a few clicks of his mouse and suddenly you were hearing the track that he had been working on. You sniffled, wiped your eyes, and settled in to listen to the music.

Jung Hoseok/J-Hope:

Hoseok wasn’t too fond of thunder himself. He wasn’t particularly scared of it—the sound just always startled him. But since dating you, and finding out about your fear, he’d tried to make himself jump at it less. Still, when the first boom echoed through the apartment, he found himself leaping out of his own skin. “Ah!” he shouted, then mentally scolded himself. “Sunshine!” he called, wanting to find you quickly—you were always more scared if you were alone.

When he found you huddled against the bed, his heart broke. “Oh, Sunshine,” he cooed, wrapping his arms around you. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. Hobi is here to protect you.” When another roll of thunder came and he jumped almost as much as you did, though, that did little to help his promise. He felt you shake a little and hugged you tighter, thinking they were tears. But quickly he realized that you had started to giggle.

“Hey,” he said with his own laugh, pulling back a little. “Why are you laughing? Are you laughing at me?”

You nodded shyly. “You make a funny face when you get startled,” you told him, imitating it.

“Well so do you,” he retorted, making an over-the-top scared face that you knew looked absolutely nothing like your teary-eyed expression right now. You giggled some more.

Another crash of thunder sounded and both of you jumped, but then you both giggled again—you at Hobi’s startled face and him at your giggles. “Laughter is the best medicine for anything, Sunshine,” he told you. That was a mantra around your household. “Come with me. Let’s go put on a funny movie. We can’t be scared if we’re laughing.”

And he was right. The comedy you watched help drown out the thunder and being curled up on the couch laughing at silly jokes and people falling over helped you forget your fear, only thinking about being happy and safe with your Hoseok.

Kim Namjoon/RM:

It was only a few seconds later that you heard another loud sound, but this one wasn’t thunder—it came from the hallway. Eyes wide, you pushed yourself up from the ground to open the bedroom door and peer out. There, you saw Namjoon hastily picking up the large standing lamp that appeared to have been knocked over into a wall, which then seemed to have knocked down a picture frame. “Oppa what happened?” you asked.

“Uh,” Namjoon began, but he just shook his head. “I think my foot caught the cord of the lamp? I’m not really sure.” He had replaced the lamp where it was supposed to stand, and moved over to pick up the picture. “Lucky this didn’t break the glass,” he commented as he leaned down for it, but as he reached for it there was another loud crack of thunder.

You shrieked, crouching again where you were in the doorway, putting your hands over your ears. Namjoon immediately left the picture, coming to your side and crouching down in front of you. One hand rested on your shoulder and the other cupped your cheek, coaxing you to look at him. “Hey, hey, babygirl, Oppa’s here. Nothing’s gonna hurt you when Oppa’s here, right?” His thumb stroked your cheek bone gently. “Come on, let’s go cuddle, okay? We’ll worry about the mess Oppa made later, huh?”

Sniffling, you nodded, letting Namjoon lead you back into the bedroom, where he face you away from the window, wrapping his arm around your middle firmly, making you feel safe and protected. You both waited out the storm and the thunder there, with Namjoon shushing you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear the whole time.

Park Jimin/Jimin:

The sound wasn’t muffled enough by just your ears, and you hated seeing the light flash around the window only to bring more anxiety about when the next crash of thunder would come. Between thunder claps, you crawled up onto the bed, quickly getting under the covers and pulling them over your head. It got warm very quickly, but at least you felt a little more safe under there.

You heard the door to the room open, followed by a tiny chuckle. “Jagi?” Jimin called. You could hear the small smile in his voice, and kicked your feet a little to acknowledge his presence without leaving your hiding spot. You felt a small breeze as the bottom of the blanket was lifted up, then felt the bed dip under Jimin’s weight as he crawled up next to you. “Hey there,” he said softly, once you were nose to nose.

“Hi,” you replied quietly.

“Aren’t you a little warm under here?” he asked, still smiling kindly. His beautiful smile made your heart flutter.

“It’s better than being out there,” you countered, then cried out when another clap of thunder sounded. A tear slipped from your eye and rolled down your cheek.

“Oh no,” Jimin said, immediately reaching out and wrapping his arms around you. You buried your face in his shoulder, letting your tears wet his shirt instead of your cheeks. His hand rested in your hair, stroking it soothingly. “Oh no, jagi, please don’t cry. If you cry, I’ll cry too. It’ll be okay.”

You nodded against his shoulder. “Can we just stay like this?” you asked, your voice comically muffled by his shirt.

Jimin nodded, resting his cheek against the top of your head. “Sure, jagi,” he said, sniffling a little bit too. He hated the thought of you so scared that you had tears in your eyes. He’d do whatever you wanted to feel even the tiniest bit safer.

Kim Taehyung/V:

It was only a few minutes, and a few more claps of thunder later, when the door to the bedroom opened. You heard the bed creak, and looked up to see Taehyung’s smiling face hanging off the side of the bed above you. “Hi,” he said. “Do you want to come with me?”

You blinked, confused. “W-where?” you asked, running your hand under your eyes to clear the slight wetness from tears.

“A kingdom fit for a princess like you,” Taehyung said with his boxy grin. “See, you’re the princess who’s locked up in the tower right now. Scared, alone. But I’m the prince who’s come to save you, and take you back to our castle so we can live happily ever after, safe and in love.”

You found yourself smiling at Taehyung’s story-telling. “It sounds nice,” you admitted. “Where is the kingdom?”

Taehyung rolled himself off the end of the bed, holding out a hand to help you up. “It’s this way, my lady,” he said in what you assumed was meant to be a princely voice. You took his hand with a giggle, letting him pull you up.

Right as you stepped out of the bedroom into the hallway, you heard another boom of thunder. Your natural instinct to curl up into a ball kicked in, as your body immediately tried to lower itself to the ground. But Taehyung held your hand tight, and wrapped his other arm around your waist as he turned to face you. His jokey, smiley expression had gone and instead he had a serious face on as he looked into your eyes. “It’s okay, yeobo,” he said softly, and his deep voice soothed you more than anything else could. “I’m here to protect you.”

You nodded, untensing your body. “Let’s go to the kingdom,” you replied shakily, bringing Taehyung’s grin right back to his face. He eagerly led you to the living room where he’d assembled a beautiful blanket fort for the both of you. The two of you spent the rest of the evening in there, with Taehyung making up stories for you until you were only smiles.

Jeon Jungkook/Jungkook:

Jungkook’s hands stopped moving on his game controller as he heard the muffled thunder. He took one headphone off his ear and glanced out the window at the pouring rain and winced, realizing just how scared you probably were. Had the rain been going on long and he hadn’t noticed? “Noona?” he called, realizing it was a little useless—you were unlikely to respond when you were scared.

“Jungkook! What are you doing? We’re gonna lose!” Taehyung’s voice was anxious through the headset.

“Sorry, I’ll be right back, hyung,” Jungkook said, abandoning his controller and barely noticing as his character got shot and died on screen. He set out, instead, to find you.

It wasn’t hard. This was usually your spot whenever it started to storm. “Noona,” he called, coming around the edge of the bed and crouching down in front of you. “Hey, why are you so scared? Aren’t you supposed to be older than me? I’m not scared, am I? So you shouldn’t be either.”

You wished you could respond in the cheeky way he was clearly goading you to, but all you could do was stick out your lower lip and sniffle as another loud crash of thunder sounded around you. Jungkook sighed. “Okay, come with me,” he said, grabbing your arms and wrapping them around his shoulders. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and effortlessly lifted you from the ground, letting you wrap your legs around his waist like a koala.

Easily, Jungkook carried you to the living room where he deposited you on the couch. “Watch me and Tae-hyung crush these guys,” he told you as he grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around your shoulders. You sniffled and wiped your eyes, a little calmed by the change of scenery already.

Jungkook put his headset back on (where you could hear Tae yelling for the maknae to get back to his controller for the next match), but left one ear uncovered so he could talk to you as well. Watching him play his games helped drown out the sound of the thunder, and just being close to Jungkook kept you calmer than you thought he could ever realize.

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