#UWU SOFT JIMIN HELP

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

How do you think each member would act/behave during a blowjob? e.g. thrusting, being vocal, putting his hand on your head, etc.

This is wiyllt-specific. (Well, you already knew this is my inbox.) I can't really say for people that don't possess my mouth and excessive amount of practice. I am generally adaptable, but I will always lead. They might have the dick but when it comes to dick-sucking they know nothing (unless????). Still, don't distract me during my tongue rituals! >:)

Of course, this is assuming they want and give me consent to blow them.

Kim Namjoon: Would absolutely respect that I'm a master at work creating art on his dick. XD He'd be moderately vocal. Won't touch or move unless I directed him because he knows the importance of consistent rhythm. I could use advanced tactics on him, so more intense and visceral. He would have the patience and appreciation for a slow, soft suck but also could withstand my full force. Maybe not into back-to-back multiple orgasms. But who knows?! Only one way to find out!

Kim Seokjin: Oh, Seokjin. You're so hot and you would be so scared of me. There's no way I can pull out the demon mouth or psycho tonguework until much later. He would be able to sense the danger even if all I did was smile next to his dick. Welp. Extremely vocal. May get concerned calls from neighbors. Might have to slap his hands away. I'm not going to hurt him but I'm not letting him escape either. Slow and steady and with my tongue at a different pace than my mouth. He's not gonna be sure if he wants that intense of a nut again. XD

Min Yoongi: Okay, he's the master of tongue technology, right? We'll see about that. (Don't take that as a threat, pls.) Would enjoy the full service including the balls. Not that vocal but it'll be no mystery on what he likes and doesn't like. I think he'd really like that I barely use my hands while sucking dick. It's pretty impressive. Might take one of my hands and hold it up while I'm going to town to really drive that point home. I usually go all the way down when they cum but occasionally he puts his hand on the back of my head to keep me there. I think he could withstand stimulation right after orgasm. I'd let him slow thrust into my mouth or slowly lick him up.

Jung Hoseok: There's nervous laughter but Hobi already knows (or thinks he knows) what's in store for him. Pretty vocal. "Wow!" 'Woah!" Can already hear it in his voice hehe. He is not prepared for the rollercoaster my mouth is about to put him though. Def not prepared for all the places I'm licking. He's always making sure my hair is not interfering with my (blow)job. So considerate uwu. Shocked with how neat I can be with it and yet it feels so wet. (I have great saliva control, you're welcome Hobi.) Would be more accepting of a messy blowjob if we were in the shower, tho.

Park Jimin: Probably mildly scared of me. But he's not expecting me to be to be all soft and light-hearted, you know. Actually wants me to be freaky with it, so I won't be disappointing. Soft, delicate moans. I think I could instruct him to slap my tongue with his dick for additional visual. Or do it myself. He'd like that. I'll suck the head at the back of my throat at a different pace than the shaft (the demon mouth huhuhu). He might bring his balls up to smack against my chin while I suck him or direct me to do that for him for all-over sensation. He's so helpful. :)

Kim Taehyung: Definitely showing off the mastery of my tongue just so I can hear his voice. What?! You wanna hear it too; don't lie to me! I think it would be fun to smack my cheek with his dick, but Tae is too polite to endorse that (even though he would get harder, hehe). At first, anyway. He would appreciate an elegant visual that I am happy to provide. Not too embellished. He would prefer a slow descent into lust and madness. Sorry, Taehyung, I'm probably taking your soul in the process. You sound too sexy and look too good for me not to.

Jeon Jungkook: Look. You see this blog. I can't stop myself when under the influence of the biggest boba peepers. We know he's got energy to burn. I'm taking him to the brink. He's gonna want me to not hold back because he believes he can take it. (Foolish bunny.) He'll get addicted to the intensity. Loud. He can muffle himself when he wants to but he won't when it feels too fucking good. I'll grab his hips if he starts involuntarily thrusting. (I'll let any of them fuck my face if the vibes are good but JK strikes me as the least able to control himself hahaha.) We are gonna find out if he can cum multiple times in one session. We need to know. How much can you take, Jungkook? Don't worry, you'll get that and more. ;) When he gives me that angry expression, I'll know the nut was insanely good, hehe.

[cookiesuga55]

The Weight of the World

horny brain time~ (disclaimer: these are generalized cuisine stereotypes! Just horny fun for this lil au <3)

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The idea that (along with genetics) people get a certain kind of chubby based on their cuisine. A certain ✨Flavour✨ of fat, if you will uwu

Uni Jungkook signs up to be part of this international relations exchange program where he gets to do a few semesters abroad, and he's going with his best friend Jimin. He's always been an admirer, and eats too much himself. The only other person that knows about his feeding kink is Jimin, who- by exposure from Jungkook- has also developed a love for the pudge in his own tummy and likes seeing pretty boys grow. They definitely feed each other's kinks. It's not all that uncommon for Jimin to flash Jungkook a grin and eye him up, and make a comment about how he's looking fatter than last month... and it sends Jungkook's bunny cheeks burning bright and his thighs trembling. He gets Jimin back with a playful slap to his hyung's dumptruck ass, and they both break into fits of laughter with half hard-ons. They have a mutual love for a few favorite streamers online, and watch together while chowing down bowls of rice and delicious meat.

Jungkook has never really thought about how- even though Jimin's weight settles in his thighs and ass first, and Jungkook's in his belly- they're both sort of... the same kind of fat. Jimin is so squeezable, all of his skin is soft and stretched, and his ass and hips wobble from the littlest touch. Jungkook's gut is the same. He's soft and fat in his middle, with a rounded waist that bulges out of his jeans and jiggles when he breathes.

On their study trip, Jungkook and Jimin can't help but... admire all of the chubby cuties that they see. And try all of the food, of course. Slowly, things start coming together. They spend a few months in America, a few in the United Kingdom, some in Europe, a couple in India and China, and three weeks in Japan before coming back home.

Jimin drags Jungkook to parties and bars despite the younger being shy and whining that he wants to just snuggle up at home and eat noodles. Jungkook notices that in America, the boys have flabby stacks of rolls that he wants to sink his hands into. He watches their newly-made friends chow on fast food and slurp gallons of soda. Jimin especially drools over the way that their guts are firm and bloated in the middle and hang heavily over their belts. Jungkook affectionately coins it the "McDonalds belly," after seeing so many university guys inhaling the greasy burgers.

Up next, they fly away from the flabby boys and land in the UK. Jungkook can't help but take up Jimin's job and drool over what his hyung calls the "potato belly." Guys with cute accents down pitchers and pitchers of thick beer. They chug dark, rich Guinness like it's water and, naturally, they need something fatty to munch with it. Jungkook gnaws on his lower lip as the university guys there inhale baskets of thick french fries called chips and practically live on potatoes. Fried fish and chips. Chips for lunch. Loaded chips. It's the go-to drunk food and devoured as a late-night snack. Jungkook wants to eat up the porky, slobby boys. Hearty wedges of greasy starch have built up in their tummies, and make them round and thick, just like the shape of a potato themselves. Boys belch and shamelessly wear their guts that push out full and demand attention, filled with fattening potatoes and beer. Jungkook has to sit on his hands to keep himself from groping them, and Jimin teases him relentlessly.

Jungkook pouts when they have to leave behind the shameless fatties, but he gets the chance to tease Jimin again as they step foot in Europe. Everyone lives on bread. So much fucking bread. Carbs for breakfast. Carbs for lunch. Carbs for dinner. Jimin gets addicted to the fluffy, sweet croissants that everyone eats for breakfast. Jungkook encourages him with glee as Jimin gains pounds of fluff right at the crest of his belly, making him even more adorably soft. His shirt sneaks up for the chub to squish out. Jungkook pinches it and makes the older squeak and tug down his shirt with flushed embarrassment and arousal. While the constant buttery pastries plump up his friend, Jungkook admires how squishy the cuties are here. Everyone munches on sandwiches that are mostly bread, and it makes them soft and curvy. Jimin and Jungkook's body types fit in best here, and they enjoy their own rounding tums as they hit up the bakery every morning. Jimin's soft cheeks puff out adorably from so many pastries.

Jungkook didn't realize that the type of food so heavily influenced how people's bodies soften out and fatten up. But they both worship the different shapes of chubbies in each country.

"Hyung... what kind of fat are we? What do we call our tummies?" Jungkook asks in Korean so know one at the restaurant will know as he brings another bite of creamy pasta to his lips. Jimin's cute chin doubles as he glances down at his own middle, squishy and round on his thick thighs as it rests in his lap- a new feat that had him whimpering and demanding for Jungkook to feel.

He giggles and touches the extra pudge. "Right now I'm growing my French buttery croissant belly... but you-" He openly ogles Jungkook and assesses him up and down, narrowing his eyes as he focuses on the way that Jungkook's tummy bulges from too much dinner. The attention makes his cheeks heat, despite being the one to ask the question. Jimin's answer warms him from the inside out. "You're pure Korean, Jungkookie. Home. Yummy and comforting. Fat on rice and tteok-bokki and spicy beef." Jimin's small hand sinks into the squishy swell of Jungkook's middle. Jimin cooes and pats his chub lovingly. Jungkook bites down on his lip to make sure he doesn't whine in public as a ripple goes through him and his belly jiggles happy and fat.

"F-fuck-" Jungkook uses the English word, and Jimin cackles, just to dig his fingers in and squeeze. He gets an ample handful. There's so much more pudge to grab than Jungkook remembers... is that new? Maybe Jimin isn't the only one who has been filling in on their 'eat the world' trip.

"Stuffed piggy~" Jimin teases in Korean. Jungkook sputters around his forkful of pasta.

Despite his teasing, they both waddle back to their shared room with bellies that are too full, stuffed and completely content.

In bed, Jungkook rubs his stomach and admires the curve beneath the blanket. His fingers sink deeply into the soft flesh. He curiously shakes, and a fat layer of warmth wobbles inside of him. Apparently he has been thickening up.

"All of this international food has been nice..." Jungkook turns his head lazily to see Jimin snuggled into his pillow like a chubby kitten.

"Mmmmm~" Jimin agrees with a sleepy nod, eyes closed.

"But- I kind of can't wait to stuff myself with real food-" Jungkook whispers into the safety of their room, imagining his belly full of hot bulgogi, comforting jijigae stew, and mouth-watering fried chicken. He moans at the thought. Heavy and filling. Just how he likes it.

"Mmmm- nothing beats home cooking, does it? I'm going eat a mountain of samgyeopsal when we get back. Gonna stuff myself until I can't move." Jimin mumbles and snuggles in deeper to his pillow.

Jungkook smiles at the thought. Both of them pinned to the couch, fat with all of their favorite dishes. It's such a warm and comforting image that it pulls Jungkook down into sleep, where he dreams of eating his way through a feast of familiar, home-cooked meals.

[breadcheekstete]

Oh I had a thought and thought of you. ☺️

Chubby Jiminie deciding to get his belly button pierced and heading in, but all the people refuse to because he’s too fat. Totally fat shame him in public.

Enter piercer Tae who’s also chubby, and takes Jimin in and gives him the prettiest belly ring. He would send Jiminie out once he was done with his shirt cropped for everyone to see and just gained a new bestie. 🥰

It would just be so cute. Their bellies would probably squash each other while Tae is trying to pierce Jimin. UwU

nooooo that's so freaking cuteee 🥺 i didn't meant this to be so long but they're so *cries*, I HAD TO! MY POOR VM¡N HEART 🖤

jm would spend his night eating his favorite ice cream while making some research on any local nearby that didn't reject him yet. at this point even doing it himself crosses his mind, what could be a little dangerous.

still, he keeps looking and searching when a message from nj pops on the screen. he knows he had his nipple piercings done not so long ago, and how happy he was with the results and the treatment. but nj is not as big as he is, he's got a beer gut but the piercing weren't done there but in his slightly sagging pecs.

møni hyung: trust me, j¡min-ah, you'll love him

and with that, he tries again the next morning, quite doubuting outside the store and fidgeting with the ends of his zełda tshirt. he already encouraged himself by getting a big chocolate milkshake on his way here. kinda regretting it as his tummy protests from anxiety.

he zips his jacket and with a deep breath he makes his way in, making it known by a little bell that almost instantly makes the piercer turn. "welcome! i'll be right there in a moment," he shouts from the very back of the store.

jm takes the chance to look around a bit, catching an eye in the art hanging on the dark walls. they're artistic semi-nudes, models gracefully covered with soft silk robes. but that's not what makes jm blush, it's that every single model is overweight, plump, soft.

what if he's a chubby chaser or something? are those for people to laugh at? to prevent his clients to become hogs that only think of eating? his belly gurgles, nervess taking his confidence away until the piercer walks to him.

his frame, his ample belly slipping out of the bottom of his tshirt, the sweats that don't help with the fact that he could crush watermelons with his thighs, the double chin just protruding even more now that he's smiling brightly at him.

"good morning. did you have an appointment?" he greets warmly.

jm has a hard time maintaining eye contact when all he can think is about squeezing his cheeks. "no i,, one of my friends recommended me this place to get my,, belly button piercing? if that's okay."

th sends him a confused look. "of course it is, do you have any physical condition that worries you?"

he ducks his head, stuttering shyly. "i– well, i– got rejected from other piercers because of my– my weight." his belly growls just slightly, enough to make him cover it with his arms.

"that's so rude and unprofessional of them, i'm so sorry you had to deal with that." th takes a step closer. "i would love to do it if you let me, i'm not going to shame you in any way. and if you feel uncomfortable at some point we can try again another time, yeah?"

jm feels a little dumb for his own thought. how could a big guy like him be repealed by him when they could almost perfectly share their wardrobe? "but– i don't have an appointment, uhm,,"

"tæhyung, my pleasure. and don't worry, as you can see i don't have any more clients right now so i'll give you all my attention." he takes some papers out and a pen from behind the counter. "fulfill this with your information while i prepare my tools."

soon after, he joins th in something that reminds him of a hospital examining table with the paper in hand. "do i have to take my,, tshirt off?"

"you can just raise it if that's more comfortable to you." th takes the paper as he gestures jm to lie down. "okay, j¡min, let's start."

th reaches for the sanitized cloth, and gently rubs on the area. jm doesn't know if it's for the motion or the fact that their naked bellies are squished together but he flusters when a silent burp makes its way out without notice. "i'm so sorry, sir."

"you can address me casually, j¡min." he continues like nothing happened, then rubs a little firmer. "i know how it is when you're bloated and some simple rubs makes your stomach become a little brat. i once myself almost burped on a client's face while doing a septum by leaning my belly on the table."

for the first time, jm chuckles in relief, feeling understood. "i guess that's what i'm getting. i was so nervous walking here that i had to treat myself with a large milkshake from the store at the end of the street."

th gasps while marking the others tummy with a blue marker. "i love their milkshakes, the strawberry flavor they sell is a gift for the taste buds, really. i'll use the needle now, take a deep breath."

jm does, closing his eyes and scrunching his nose at the unknown feeling. "why is it so cold? am i bleeding? oh my god, i'm bleeding, aren't i?"

th boops his nose with a giggle. "you're not, j¡min. i picked this piercing for you, i thought it would suit you." he carefully places his hand before jm's face, holding the prettiest most detailed moon pendant jm has seen (not even in his p¡nterest researches).

"i love it, tæhyung." he shivers at the shift from th's tummy on his, blushing as he closes his eyes once again. "okay, i'm ready."

jm tells him about nj, who th remembers very fondly, and he tells him about how he opened the store. focused more in piercing big people but never rejecting clients for their body types as others did to jm. this is a safe place for everyone, and jm never felt so comfortable.

when they're done, jm gets up to the nearest mirror to admire it. tears fill his eyes, not believing he finally made it. "j¡min-ssi?"

"thank you so much, tæhyung. i'm so happy." he thinks of giving th a hug, but falters, not because of the faint sting feeling in his belly, but because he's just a stranger doing his job, nothing more.

but th saw it in his eyes as he carefully takes jm in his arms, maneuvering for their bellies not to touch. "thank you for coming here. you should probably disinfect the piercing twice a day for a few weeks."

"i will,, i wish i could show it to this oppressive world so they eat their mean words."

th frowns deep in thought, then takes a pair of scissors. "do you trust me, j¡min?" at this point, he would trust him his life, so he nods. "i think you're body is too precious not to show it."

and that's how jm leaves with his new favorite tshirt cropped, the piercing of his dreams and the number of a new friend.

bonus: th didn't accept his money, but proposed jm should take him to dinner sometime. jm already has the menu prepared in his mind.

// the end //

[ask-wolf-joon]

How far are you all willing to get? Do you aim to keep mobility? 🤔

I'll see what both Jimin and Jungkook say, but I already know their answers heheh. @ask-feedees-jikook

I love the fact that I'm growing for my bunny! I want my belly full of so much fat that I tip forwards when I stand up C:< which is kind of already happening--- I carry most of my weight in my tummy. I want to get as soft and pudgy as I can for my bunny! However, health issues really stress me out. I make sure that Jungkook and I go to doctor checkups just to make sure that we're healthy even though both of us are rapidly fattening. I also think that he secretly loves hearing the doctor tell him that he should lose weight. Both of us are as healthy as we can be with so much blubber keeping us warm uwu.

We have some of these lovely potions that we bought from a witch named Taehyung! They help us retain mobility easily, even if wolfie is starting to get really round too. This is a perfect compromise between us, because Jungkook wants our fat asses immobile, but immobility kind of scares me. We're both fat enough that when we have a really good meal, we're pinned beneath our stuffed guts. Neither of us can get up until our tummies digest it and pudge up our rolls.

In summary! I want to keep growing for my baby. I want to get so fat for him, and still be able to play with our puppies and kiss and worship Jungkook.

[zayneternal]

《 Sunday Is For The Boy 》

summary ↠ Sunday nights are easily your single most favorite time of the whole week. Getting lost in the pages of your favorite book while responsibility is a thing of the past and schedules are to be worried about tomorrow. Jimin coming home early from practice and sleepily demanding your affection only makes this particular Sunday night worth leaning into all the more.

genre ↠ oh the FLUFF member ↠ park jimin warnings ↠ clingy baby word count ↠ 2.9k

moodboard from Pintrest || No request, I’m just feeling uwu soft for Jimin today, so here’s this. It’s pointless and fluffy. Enjoy.

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Sunday nights.

It’s the solitary time when everything behind you is finally settling itself into the past week, and the events of the upcoming haven’t quite begun. They always feel the most peaceful, the few blissful hours of mindless attention you’re allowed to give to whatever you want always leaving you with a moment’s respite to look forward too amidst the hectic and grueling schedule of this fall semester. The hours of the passing days seem to be continuously eaten by the ravenous jaws of term papers, group projects, and covered shifts at your part time on campus, though you’re not entirely bitter towards your tight slate. 

Having a boyfriend as busy as Jimin makes being someone with too much free time on their hands the equivalent of a wandering beggar, constantly searching for something to fill the vast holes of time he spends at rehearsal, or the even wider gaps of distance he spends running halfway around the world breaking hearts and making history. That’s an alternate reality that you never want to experience, much more content to be worn and weary at the end of each week if only to make these brief moments of rest all the more sweet. You’ve come to quite enjoy being as booked as Jimin: it doesn’t allow near as much time to notice when he’s not there, even at times like this when you know he’s just across the city at the studio, scheduled to be in the country for at least another month before flying off to places unknown once again. 

But these thoughts are far from you at the moment, your eyes gripped between the smoothly inked pages of the book laying in your lap, printed words painting a vivid wall of a world around you, encasing your attentions inside and away from the worries of the week. This is usually how you spend your Sunday’s, raptured by the written word or occasionally sucked into an addicting binge on Netflix that you’ve been dying to finish. The novel currently splayed over your blanketed legs, however, has demanded its finishing since the moment you opened the cover, the characters and plot just too unique and immersive to put down. 

Your fingers fiddle anxiously along the edge of the page, eyes unable to absorb the scene fast enough as you race through the paragraph, itching to turn the leaf and discover who the true identity of the antagonist is. The breath in your chest is audibly quickening, the eloquently drawn descriptions leaving you yearning to read on as the intensely arcing plot draws deaf ears to the sound of the front door swinging open and then shut with a dull bang. 

You’re blindly unaware of the body kicking their shoes off at the door and shrugging their jacket away from the firm shape of shoulders, a taxed sigh passing through parted lips as they do so. Your eyes continue to ski down the slopes of words, eagerly drinking in the last few sentences before the climax--

“Mhh-hm.” The abrupt sound of a throat being cleared to the side of you jolts you away from the story, imaginary walls tumbling down around you as you flit wide eyes from the pages, turning with surprise to find Jimin, weary and hunched, standing just behind the couch. 

“Jimin,” you breathe, relieved yet slightly confused. “Don’t you have rehearsal?” Scrunching your eyebrows, you bend to check the time on your phone, affirming that it’s much earlier than normal for Jimin to be anywhere but the studio.

“Hmmm,” Jimin hums in response, not really confirming or denying your question as he shuffles forward a few steps, stopping instead by the arm of your chair as he looks down at you, blond strands splayed in disarray, flopping loosely across his forehead. You gently fold the corner of your page, closing the cover with minute reluctance as you set it to the side of the armchair.

You look up at Jimin with raised brows for another moment, watching his serenely tired face, washed with the remnants of practice, expecting him to say something in explanation, but nothing comes. Instead, a slow, lopsided grin begins to take shape along the corners of his mouth, smooth face bending from obvious weariness into a placid gloss as he reaches down with one of his soft hands to slip his fingers between yours.

“C’mere,” he mumbles, tugging with enough gentle force to pull your body from the hug of the chair, your sock clad feet shuffling along the floor after him as he yanks you towards the couch, his own solid stature falling easily back against the cushions as you follow suit, left with no choice but to be lead atop his chest. You release a hushed yelp of surprise as you’re pulled against him, his hand leaving yours to instead aid his other in snaking around your waist, his head falling forward into the crook of your neck and shoulder, his plush lips pressing chastely upon the small sliver of skin exposed under your sweater. 

You sigh into his touch, your book long forgotten amidst the arms of your lover as a shy smile fights its way onto your lips, your own head leaning against his. One of your hands raises to run up the curve of his neck, fingers fitting themselves in the mess of his hair while your nails slowly trail along his scalp. A low moan of contentment seeps from Jimin’s throat, vibrating against you as his grip tightens, fingers rubbing over the fabric of your top.

“You don’t have rehearsal?” you decide to ask again, gently against his soft hair, still somehow sweet smelling after all morning at work. He slowly shakes his head into your shoulder, his lips pressing on your skin once more.

“Tae wasn’t feeling well,” he explains unhurriedly, shifting slightly on the cushion to better fit you against him. “We got the rest of the day off.” 

You hum in understanding, nodding as you continue to stroke gentle circles at the nape of his neck. “You didn’t want to go get some sleep at the dorms?” You shift your head to try and get a look at his face, but he only nuzzles further into you, wrapping the full length of his arms around your waist. 

“I wanted to be with you,” he states quietly, his shoulders rising and falling at a sedated pace as your fingers move. You can’t help the baby smile that tugs at your lips, urging you to turn and press them against the crown of Jimin’s head with a lingering kiss, the reciprocating pressure of his embrace sending a warm tingle down your spine. 

“Are you hungry?” you ask after a moment of blithe silence. He shakes his head into your neck, the warmth of his skin brushing yours. 

“Hmmm,” you hum in thought. “Do you want to sleep?” Again, he shakes his head. “Do you want to do anything?” You lightly chuckle down at him, amused by his rooted, baby nature. 

There’s a moment of silence, after which you assume Jimin isn’t planning on answering, so you begin to shift your weight, preparing to move off of him in an attempt to find something to pass the time when Jimin’s arms squeeze you back into his chest, his fingers fisting around the hem of your shirt as his nose nuzzles against the line of your collar bone, cool breath fanning along your skin. “Let’s watch a movie, jagi.” 

“A movie?” you repeat, a little surprised by his odd request. Movies weren’t usually his thing, though at the mention of it, your heart is swelling, movie nights being one of the purest forms of comfort to you. You can’t think of a better way to spend your night in, and the fact that Jimin is asking to willingly participate only makes you warmer. “Okay, we can do that.” 

“Can we watch it in your room?” he asks with the slightest whine in his voice, the end of his words turning up in an endearing and adorable manner that shouldn’t be allowed to come out of those lips. 

You huff with a fond chuckle, pecking against the top of his head one last time. “Sure, babe.” You’re about to slip off of his lap, reaching your feet to the floor when Jimin’s arm is suddenly scooping under the bend of your legs, his other curling around the small of your back as he adeptly rises from the couch carrying you bridal style like it’s nothing to his weary limbs. A squeal escapes your lips as your hands flatten on his chest, steadying yourself from the sudden change of position, your wide eyes flying to Jimin’s to find his face alight with a boyish grin, crescent eyes squinting with delight as he laughs, turning and scampering off down the corridor with you hooked tightly in his arms. 

“Jimin!” you reprimand, your hands holding onto the fabric of his shirt, wrinkling the material between the pressure of your fingers as you bounce along the hall, the bell-like giggles bubbling from Jimin’s chest leaving you dumbfounded as to where this sudden burst of energy has come from. 

He rounds the corner to your bedroom, running into the dimly lit space before lithely tossing you from his arms and onto the plush mattress of the bed, a muted “oof” exhaling from your lungs as you make contact with the pile of decorative pillows. You push yourself up to the headboard, tossing a stray pillow that’s gotten in your way to the floor before you shoot a wide glare at Jimin, blowing a piece of fallen hair from your face.

“What?” he asks innocently, holding his stomach as a myriad of sweetly crafted giggles expels into the room.

“I don’t remember asking to be abducted,” you emphasize, reaching your hands up to stuff your wild strands into a messily wound bun as you roll your eyes. Jimin coos, feigning sympathy as he steps forward to you, his hand outstretched.  

“Aw, is my baby mad at me?” he teases, his bottom lip jutting out with a dramatic pout. You turn your body from him with an indignant huff as his hand reaches for you, his arm stalling mid air as a slow, enamored grin steals away his lips. Suddenly, he’s bounding over the bed, his arms encircling you as he tugs your bodies into the mound of pillows, plush comfort blanketing where he has you captured, his strong grip holding you fast against him. 

“Jimin!” you squeal in surprise, your hands splaying across the planes of his chest as you fight the relentless affection he’s stippling you with, plump pout puckered and peppering feathery kisses all over your face, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your jaw, and anywhere else he can reach. 

“I’m sorry, yeobo,” he mewls, pressing his cheek to your hair as he squeezes you against him, your hands locked between the walls of your chests. “Forgive me?” Before you have time to answer, Jimin is back to showering you in kisses, his mouth hovering over every inch of skin above the collar of your sweater, the feel of his smile obvious against your neck as you begin to giggle into his shoulder, the tickling strands of his hair and the ministrations of his lips leaving you a pool of honey laughter. 

“Jimiiiin,” you whine, shuffling in his grip as his laughter begins to softly mix with yours, the sound of it blithe. “Just pick a movie, you idiot.” You eventually manage to wriggle free of his hands and roll away from him, breathing heavily as you lay back against the headboard, watching with a blissful grin as Jimin slides from the bed and wanders to the stand sitting under the hanging TV against the opposite wall. He crouches there, sifting through your collection of various classics, romcoms, horror thrillers, and series, allowing you to admire the natural beauty of him for a quiet moment, grinning lopsidedly as his sweet face turns to hold up different selections, asking for your approval.

Eventually, you both decide on an old favorite of yours, an easy going comedy with an equally interesting plot, and Jimin slides it into the player, waiting for the beginning previews to appear before he turns and races back to the bed. Just before he makes a move to get in, however, he shifts and reaches for the bottom drawer of your dresser where he knows a few of his clothing items are stored for nights just like this one. He yanks out a darkly colored fabric before he begins changing. 

The previews momentarily forgotten, your wandering eyes turn with your body to the side to watch as Jimin peels the material of his dark jeans from his muscular legs, allowing you a delicious view of his porcelain skin and the shape of his pert bottom rounded under the tight fit of his boxers before he tugs up a pair of sweatpants, the band sitting low on his jutting hips. His hands grip the hem of his dark shirt, before he pulls it up and over his head, discarding it along with pants on the floor as he opts to remain shirtless, much to your approval, your fingers already itching to trace countless, mindless patterns against the warm, smooth skin. 

When he turns back to find you with your head leant in your hand, admiring the view, he mirrors your teasing smile, wiggling his brows at you before you roll your eyes, blushing hard at his seductive tactics as you giggle. He approaches the bed swiftly, peeling back the cozy comforter before he slides himself underneath it, casting a glance your way as he awaits you to do the same. You comply easily, silently thanking yourself for already having changed into a soft sweater and cotton shorts earlier in the evening as you fold your legs under the warm blanket, sighing into the cocoon of comfort.

Jimin wastes no time now, finally having you all to himself as he easily finds your body under the covers, his strong arms coiling around your waist as he pulls you into his side, the two of you meeting in the middle of the plush mattress. One of his arms remains tightly wound across the small of your back, curling you into his body, as his other hand snakes around to find the web of your fingers, slowly fitting his own between them as he rests your entwined embrace against the muscle of his smooth stomach. You hum in contentment, turning to gaze up at Jimin as you lay in his arms, the homeliness of them so familiar. He meets your gaze, hazelnut irises flitting glossily between yours as his lips twitch with a soft grin. You mirror his smile as he leans in, planting a slow and gentle kiss upon the jut of your lips as you sigh, the warmth spreading down your spine only melting you further into the lull of his hold.

As he pulls away, you fit your head in the juncture of his solid shoulder, the hand that isn’t held by Jimin’s curling around the side of his own back, searching for the line of his spine as your fingers begin to run lethargic tracks along it, reveling in the reverberating hum of gratification that rumbles through his chest. 

The movie begins to play, then, and the night is ethereal. You half pay attention to what’s going on screen as you steep in the feeling of Jimin’s body against yours, smiling sedately to yourself at the sound of his squeaking laughter echoing around the room at every comical moment, his habit of needing to touch something when he laughs holding fast with every squeeze of his hand around yours or his arm around your waist. Your fingers continue to trail lazy lines across his back, your lips pecking soft affection against the rise of his collarbone whenever the urge strikes you, tingling when you feel his lips reciprocate in lingering issuances atop your head. 

Halfway through the film, the both of you have slipped from sitting upright to splaying among the pillows, Jimin’s head still elevated enough to see the glowing plot play out on the TV. He seem’s to be enjoying himself, eyes blinking slowly, happily, an ever-present expression of contentment gracing his sharp face as his fingers dance lullingly over the fabric of your shoulder. Your eyes are drooping, now, your head laid bare against the plane of Jimin’s pectoral, your arm thrown loosely over his midsection as your fingers curl around his side. 

As you struggle to keep your eyes open, desperate to enjoy these precious moments alone with Jimin, his simple grace and beauty so profound to you, he glances down at your sleepy face, smirking amusedly as his hand raises to thumb across your cheek. “Go to sleep, baby. It’s okay.” He bends to run his lips along your forehead, the brushing of them so tender. 

“I can’t...don’t want to--miss you,” you mumble incoherently, squeezing around him as you shift impossibly closer. 

You keen at the sensation of his chest rumbling with laughter under you, his thumb continuing to caress the skin of your face as he whispers, “I forgot to tell you. We have tomorrow off too. I promise I’ll still be here when you wake up, jagiya. Just go to sleep, now.” 

Your lazy grin is unmistakable as you take in his words, your hazy head not too far gone yet to register the happiness they bring you. With this newfound comfort hanging over the both of you, you allow your eyes to drift shut, the warm and familiar scent of Jimin wafting around you as you relax into the peace and serenity of your Sunday night. 

~

[ichogiwanttodie]

I’m gonna shoot myself look at my boy

[btsmosphere]

Crossing Paths - drabble from the Crossfire universe

request from @excusemyuwus -

I remember Tae said he had a crush on her while working on that project so now I kinda want to see his pov of that time and how he was holding being around his crush lol, not gonna lie gangster Tae all nervous bc he like someone is something want to see (also imagine how much the guys would tease him uwu)

tumblr ate your ask when I tried to answer it, sorry! this is the only part I had copied, but if it ever resurfaces, I shall answer there. for now it is still refusing to cooperate so I am posting like this! (update: the ask just returned, it is here)

~pairing: taehyung x reader ~word count: 1.4k ~pre-relationship, fluff, angst, slice of life, mafia au, college au ~rating: g ~warnings: vague mention of gang activity, this is a gang au after all, but it’s not particularly prominent

~a/n: thank you for your great request! this was so nice to come back to, I am so sentimental about this series as my first bts fic🥰takes me back to when I was just getting into bts… it felt hard to do it justice! because of this, sorry it took me a while to write, but I wanted to do it well, and again I kept the theme of making my ‘drabbles’ wayyy longer😅final big thanks to the site being frustrating and eating drafts and such🙃🙃but here it is, finally seeing the light of day! I hope you enjoy it x

“I can tell something’s on your mind, Tae.”

Jimin stared coolly at his friend. Looking over his shoulder guiltily as he unlocked the door, Tae found the other boy with his hands in his pockets, looking expectant.

All Tae could do was shrug as he elbowed the door open, heading to ditch his bag.

“Hey, Jimin’s right.”

A light flick on Tae’s forehead made him startle, looking up to find Hobi grinning, though his head was tilted to one side in question.

“What is it?”

Jimin’s shoulder nudged his own as they sunk into the sofa.

Tae checked his phone.

“It’s just a project for class, don’t worry about it,” he pocketed his phone, ignoring their gazes, “I gotta meet with my partner in an hour.”

“It’s okay, I wasn’t staying that long anyway,” Hobi slumped down too, having helped himself to a drink from the fridge, “I’m on watch with Yoongi across town.”

As the discussion turned to this week’s jobs and deals, Taehyung rested his head back against the sofa. The sounds of his friends’ conversation was like static. Instead, he was picturing the scene in class earlier, as the slideshow was flipped to show the project partners on the screen.

Tae hadn’t been too fussed, idly playing with his pen lid as he searched for his name. But when his eyes fell on it, he sat up straight.

Having only bumped into you a few times in class, he had never expected his heart to be hammering quite so hard as he quickly scanned the room for you. Sliding his things away, he had walked towards you as everyone began to file out, meeting you halfway as you did the same.

Leaning against a desk to keep his jittery hands occupied, he grinned at you.

Your returning smile, he noticed, was much more nervous, only flickering into existence for a wavering second. The two of you had only a brief conversation to sort out when you would meet, before you had practically scurried away.

His eyes had lingered on you as his smile slowly sank.

Unconsciously poking his tongue against his cheek, Tae wondered if you were afraid of him.

“Hey!”

A finger clicked sharply in front of his face. He blinked back at Hobi’s grin, Jimin bursting into laughter at his side.

“Just a project, my ass,” Hobi shook his head, dumping an empty bottle on the coffee table, “don’t wanna be late, do you?”

A radiant smile was tossed over his shoulder as Hobi left the room, front door clicking soon after.

Sending his best friend a knowing look, Jimin also gathered himself to stand.

“Have fun tonight, yeah?”

He winked. Tae protested, shooting up from the sofa with an affronted look.

“So it is a special someone?” Jimin giggled.

“You’re impossible,” Tae grumbled, trailing after him to the door, “it’s just a project, I told you.”

Jimin hummed in a way which made it very clear he didn’t believe him.

“Don’t scare them off, tiger,” he remarked, stepping outside.

Tae’s shoulders slumped. He was certain that was just what he had already done.

“I’m busy tonight. And my house isn’t free, so I can’t have anyone showing up here.”

Namjoon chuckled across the line.

“All this for a college project?” Clearly he had heard about this from the others. “If you could lend Kook some of your commitment to school, that would be great,” he teased.

Sighing, Tae spun around to survey the road outside his window, ruffling his own hair.

“You’re very funny, but I need to go. See you tomorrow.”

Tae was certain he would never hear the end of this from the others. It was true that he had firmly set aside time for your meeting today, even if it was only for a minor college presentation. But it was important to him.

He knew that this was the only time he would get together with you, and though it would end as soon as the presentation was given, he couldn’t help but want to make the most of it. At your last meeting, he had been largely distracted by the dizzying height of your apartment, leaving him shying back from any windows.

So this left you with his house today instead.

Arriving soon after Tae’s phone call, you were both soon seated on his floor. Though you mostly worked in quiet with occasional, quick conversation, it was not awkward. Your legs lay close together under the coffee table as you scribbled away diligently on its surface.

Glancing over the lid of his laptop as his fingers hung idly, Tae sighed. Watching as your pen swirled across your notebook, he let his eyes drift across your focussed features.

He swallowed as he did so, teeth tugging his lip. A light frown came over your features. He couldn’t take his eyes away from your lips as your pen lifted to your mouth, resting between your teeth as you mulled the work over, eyes flitting about the page.

Eventually, the lack of tapping at his keyboard must have got through to you. You raised your head.

Too late to divert his gaze, Taehyung cleared his throat and muttered a proposal for a break. Eager as well to put your work aside, you clambered from the floor to join him at his offer of a drink.

Moving through to the kitchen, he made casual conversation, asking after your dad. Last time there had only been a brief meeting, as he met Tae at the door before you hurried him away.

Picking up on his offer to chat, you teased Tae for his fear of heights, giggling over how he had screwed his eyes shut whenever he had come within sight of the view from your windows.

Of course, Tae tried his best to roll his eyes at you, but the smile dragging the corners of his mouth refused to be suppressed.

He poured your drinks. When he turned away to put the cartons back in the fridge, he took a breath, trying to settle himself. Why did he feel so flustered?

Squaring his shoulders a little more, he turned back, only for his hand to catch one of the glasses. It clattered against the surface, barely leaving time for him to jump back and avoid being splattered with its contents.

You hopped from your seat, ready to help.

Swallowing down his shock, Tae scratched at the back of his neck to hide his slightly trembling hand.

“Don’t worry,” he quickly muttered, flashing a nervous smile as he gathered towels and set to cleaning up.

Soft laughter followed from you. Still, you reached across to help.

Righting the glass and taking one of the cloths to clear up, your hand came concerningly close to Tae’s own. He kept his eyes firmly fixed on the countertop, his cheeks warm even as you finished and he was rooting in the fridge again for a refill.

You seemed miraculously unfazed by his flailing, though, he noticed as you finally settled beside each other sipping your drinks.

“So it went well?”

Jimin nudged a reluctant Tae, eyebrows wiggling all the time.

“Yes, fine,” Tae groaned, trying to shrug him off.

Jimin did stop, but only in favour of staring at his friend with doleful eyes.

“Don’t be like that. You’ll see her again. You literally share a class!”

“It’s nothing like that,” Tae refuted.

He even halfway believed it.

You had got on well together, but surely not more than could be expected of most classmates? He sighed a little as he thought of it. It had been fun, but there was no excuse to spend any more time with you.

Besides, sparing one night to work on a project was a little different to becoming friends, or even more…

There was a reason the bangtan boys stuck to themselves.

But as he reminisced, he knew he had a soft spot for you, even if it should come to nothing. The project was over, the presentation given, but he still remembered the way you bounced with excited relief after you had finished talking to the class. Your face was glowing as you high-fived him with a grin, the work having paid off.

There was still a hint of nervousness though, and you had only given a timid smile and a small ‘see you later’ before heading out of class.

And that was the end of it.

But Tae smiled to himself. It had been fun, and he knew he wouldn’t be sorry if you ever crossed paths again.

Thank you for reading! Reblogs and comments super appreciated always!!

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[mminttae]

Blanket Of Lavender Scent

-> Pairing : Jimin x Reader

-> Genre : fluff fluff!, fluffy Jiminie, extra clingy Jimin cause he missed you a lot, Jimin wants cuddles, lavender and vanilla scented tees are perfect for eachother

-> Summary : After two weeks of attending meetings in a business trip Jimin is finally home and craves for your attention but you want to simply watch a movie..

-> Word count : 2.334K

-> A/N here's a Jimin one shot for y'all to enjoy until I actually finish writing the first chap of Jimin's series. Gif not mine, credit to owner.

Song recs ( to make your reading time more fun) - Serendipity\Serendipity instrumental - Jimin

Around 7pm 

You sit on the large sofa and look outside the window, the chilly weather outside making the window glass a bit blurry. Judging on how the weather is getting colder day by day you thought it wouldn’t even take one full day for the snowflakes to start decorating the window panes. An uncomfortable silence took over the apartment. Only the clock ticking could be heard. You kept glancing from the clock to the entrance door thinking if time slowed down. Diverting your gaze towards your phone you think perhaps his flight has been delayed or maybe he’s stuck in traffic. He did say that he would visit you first after stepping out from the airport. Did that bastard lie to me? there are possibilities of him lying to you based on how he loves seeing you get angry and all pouty, well yes you are indeed angry now. Just when you were about to call him the doorbell rang making you quickly get up from your seat and run towards the door. 

“What took you so long?!!-- “ You slightly shout as soon as you open the door but become silent when you notice  there’s no one in the doorway. you step out a bit and look to the corridor on your right but there was no one. You were about to turn around to check your left when two big arms wrapped around your waist, back hugging you. Your breath hitched but later relaxed when the familiar lavender cologne hit your nose. Your favourite scent of all time. Resting his chin on your shoulder he whispers in your ear, “missed me?” You brought your hand towards his and started fiddling with the silver promise ring he was wearing. You had the same one too. “no,” you whispered back to him making him give a small sweet laugh followed with a peck on your cheek. “Says the person who kept texting me to come back quickly.” He said while tightening the hug, your cheeks now warm with a soft rosy blush. OH hell YESS you missed him! But maybe he missed you more. Or maybe both of you missed eachother equally. You break free from his arms and turn around to look at him now for real not through video calls. His blonde soft fluffy bangs covering his forehead, his eyes turning to crescent moons  as soon as the corner of his lips turned up. “Jimin..” you take hold of his hand,(more like a sweater paw holding another sweater paw A/N : thaT’S sO cUtE uWu ok um back to the story AhEM)  “lets go inside” you pull him inside your comfy apartment and close the door. 

“Why does two weeks feel like two months” Jimin chuckles while saying , leaning on the back of the couch seeing your busy back as you take hold of a mug and pour in the peach juice which you made. (Jimin loveeeeesss the peach drinks you makes , he loves you too ;) ) Handing him the mug you speak, “maybe cause we never went without seeing each other over five days.”  Taking a sip from his favourite drink he replies “four days was the highest.” “It could have been if you didn’t ditch me for your video game,” you rolled your eyes making your way to the couch, Jimin following you with a pout and murmuring ‘it wasn’t my fault that I forgot, Jungkook and Taehyung practically went on their knees to make me play with them”  your lips break into a small smile but quickly went to poker face, you missed his whining and ofcourse that smoll pout. You looked on your side to see Jimin waddling like a duckling towards you before sitting down on the couch and pulling you on his lap, hugging you by your waist and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your vanilla scent. 

“why are you late?” you ask, playing with his soft hair. “I lost my suitcase.” 

“stop joking” 

“I’m not” . 

You look down at his face, a bit innocence can be seen in his eyes. You scoff in disbelief bringing your hands to yourself from his shoulder.

Okay he’s not joking . 

You get up from his lap and sit a bit far from him (not too far though). “Y/N....?” Jimin shakes you by your shoulder but you don’t response . “Is my Y/N-ie angwy?” Jimin asks in a cute way in hopes of melting your anger away. He knew damn well that your anger doesn’t stand a chance against his cuteness. There was a moment of silence. Jimin kept poking your arm and kept calling your name but seeing no response he started slightly slapping your arm while giving his own background music and THAT’S when you snapped. “Are you- are you a kid?!!? HOW CAN YOU LOOSE A SUITCASE AGAIN YOU FU---” you stop when your eyes meet his puppy eyes. I shouldn’t have raised my voice dangit. Jimin’s lips curled to a pout and he stared at you like a baby about to burst into tears. You were having human glitch, you cleared your throat and sat down normally infront of him instead of standing on the couch. “Bu-but I found it again after asking the customer service system for help..” he said with a pout while fiddling with his fingers. You knew well that the stuttering was an act afterall you’ve been together for more than a year now. Your anger over Jimin loosing his suitcase would sound dramatic to many people but your anger ofcourse had reasons. This might be the 20th time he lost his suitcase ( the only difference today is that he found it again). Everytime he looses he buys MORE THAN EXPENSIVE ones and and like his suitcase contains his clothes??? files and documents too??? Does he have the Namjoon disease now?

You heave out a sigh once seeing him still sitting with a pout and stealing glances at you. You move towards him and lean in to leave a small kiss on his pouty lips. You pull away and found jimin following your lips, he definitely wants more. You chuckle and pat his head “be careful with your things from next time kay?” Jimin is like a lost friendly puppy but when it came to work he would become a wolf seconds. If anyone hears about his clumsiness they would start doubting if he’s really the CEO of the 2nd most popular and big company in the country. He snaked his hand around your waist pulling you closer, using his other free hand to tug a loose strang of your hair behind your ear then he proceeded with caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I promise I’ll be careful from next time, love” he whispered as his eyes travelled down to your lips. He slowly started leaning in BUT BUT you felt like TEASING him :) You pushed away his hand and got up from sitting making your boyfriend frown and... unhappy... “Why the pizza ain’t here yet?” you question yourself seeing the clock it was about time for your pizza order to arrive. Jimin ofcourse didn’t give a damn about pizza. He just wanted you, close to him. He tried holding your hand and pulling you towards him but your quick sensing ability made you walk away saying that you better start taking out plates for the meal, loud enough for your now grumpy and pouty boyfriend to hear. He stands up mumbling some rubbish under his breath, scoffs towards you before walking towards your room to grab a blanket knowing that you would want to watch a movie while having dinner. Jimin obviously has different plans. CUDDLESS!!

Time Skip ~ 

Lights off, all cuddled up sitting infront of the tv screen. You both wrapped around a blanket, Jimin’s arms wrapped around, his chin resting on your shoulder, his toe grazing yours. Although you both were stuck like glue to eachother Jimin wasn’t that happy. The pout on his face didn’t really get noticed by you as you were too focus on the movie playing infront of you. Out of excitement of spending time with you after a long time he forgot your love for the marvel series and clicked on the play button. Sigh. “Y/N..” Jimin trails off nuzzling to you. you hum  as a response to which he sighed ( might be the 30th sigh since the movie started) “ baby look at me..” he says giving you a peck under your ear. “What is it?” you ask in a voice that speaks ‘ I’m not that interested in what you’re about to say.’ “You acted like you were about to take a plane and come to me when I was away but now you’re not even giving slight look to me” he whines removing the blanket away and sitting up straight but your face still fixated on the tv screen. “ I doubt you even missed me hmph “ his chest went up and down as he folded his arms and looked away from you, guess he shouldn’t have done that cause the second he looked away you looked at him. You couldn’t help but stiffle a smile at the sight of his puffed cheeks. You tried unfolding his arms but instead he swatted your hand away. “ Ofcourse baby i missed you” you cooed to him to which he replied with “you’re a bad girlfriend.” You just laughed before going “oh my godd the war started!” and focusing back to the tv. Jimin scoffed in disbelief once seeing you. He never once hated a tv this much. He once again leaned on your shoulder ( angry or not he can’t stay away from you). Muttering a no to himself he moved away from you and leaned on the couch hand. Even though his whole being was itching to feel your warmth his ego kept him away. But your lips forming a smile didn’t go unnoticed by him.

25 minutes before the ending of the movie

You stretched your arms and looked at your now sleeping fluff ball boyfriend beside you. He must be tired from the journey. He is tired but still wanted to spend time with you. A sudden hint of guilt hit you as you got reminded of his whining to turn your attention on him. You leaned towards him and gently brushed his bangs away AND--- OH HE’S NOT SLEEPING. You blink a couple of times staring at his face when you realize he’s trying to not smile. Jimin you sly fox. You were about tell him to stop acting when a sudden idea popped up in your head making you smirk to yourself. You move back from him and fake a yawn, pretending sleepy you say to yourself knowing he’s hearing, ”what to do I was planning on giving Jiminie hugs and kisses but he is already sleeping” you spare a glance at him and saw him frowning. You stood up before saying “ I should go to bed as well,” before you could take a step forward his hand pulled you back making you fall on top of him, your hands on his chest supporting you from not falling flat on his face as his arms snaked around your waist hugging you. “You are not going anywhere,” he whispered scanning your features. Your heart beat picked up its speed due to the very small distance between both of you. You have experienced ‘no gap between eachother’ before a lot of times but still to this day you never got to get used to the tension. “I thought you were sleeping..” you say while brushing his soft hair locks away from his eyes. Without saying much Jimin just used his hand to push your head forward as he leaned in as well , connecting both of your lips. This wasn’t just a small kiss or peck , this time it was an actual kiss he wanted to share with you since his arrival here. You craved for it too but didn’t show. Jimin sat up straight before making you comfortably sit on his lap. He broke the kiss for a couple of seconds to whisper “I missed you..” you whispered back “ I missed you too” before joining lips again. Both of your lips fitted eachother perfectly, like puzzle pieces. Your surrounding seemed to have gotten more sweeter due to the lavender smell on Jimin. He smelled like lavender and honey and you loved it. Both of you were enjoying the moment when.....YOU HAD TO GET INTERRUPTED :)) Your phone screen lighted up with the name ‘mom’ on the display as the ringtone took over the comfortable silence making you two break away from eachother. You sigh as Jimin groaned. You were about to reach for the phone when jimin stopped you, he hugged you tightly and said “let’s just continue” with pleading eyes. “Let me just receive the call..” 

“no no no you are finally giving your attention to me I don’t want you to look away” he whined shaking his head.

“If I don’t receive--

“I HATE phones, moms and televisions they keep stealing my Y/N away from me” he pouts, you laugh seeing him get so clingy.

“Why don’t they understand ?!!! Y/N IS MINE!!” he shouts out of frustration and the phone goes to silence at once indicating the call ended. He didn’t get himself for shouting suddenly but he just wanted you to only look at him. “You didn’t had to get worked up babe,” you chuckle to which he reply “your mom is thinking you’re asleep if not then tell her tomorrow you were sleeping.” he say giving a sheepish smile “now where were we?” he asked before attacking you with kisses making you laugh from ticklish feeling. “Ji-Jimin stop it tickles!” the apartment soon gets filled with both yours and Jimin’s laughter and giggles. 

“If you try waking up before me tomorrow I’m going to make sure you don’t get to shower tomorrow” he says playing with your promise ring. “what kind of threat is that?” you ask not getting him. He just simply replied with 

“I love you”

“love you too... Jimin”

[minniepetals]

because i’m yours

— summary: you should have known they’d never let you go after gathering the courage to ask for a kiss

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, mafia!au

— word count: 1.3k

— warnings: none

— a/n: hope you like it uwu

"Yoongi?"

He lets out a low grunt to let you know that he's heard you.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did."

You blink. "Oh." Scratching the back of your head, you purse your lips for a second before proceeding to speak again. "Then..can I ask you another question?"

Without a moment of hesitation, Yoongi continues to weave his fingers around the gadgets placed in front of him, "You just did again."

You pout. "Then can I-"

He lets out an exasperated sigh to cut you off and without turning his head, eyes you with what looks like annoyance. "What do you want, Y/N?"

You know Yoongi's always like this, they're all like this, and you should be used to it by now but sometimes their stares and emotionless tones makes you feel so small. "I..I-I just..." you look down at your fingers that begins to play with each other, refusing to meet those eyes that holds no emotions, "..just wanted to know if I could kiss you."

Another sigh leaves him and his gaze falls back to his tech. "Why ask such a trivial question?"

"I didn't want to bother you in case you'd get mad at me for doing so without permission."

"You think kissing any of us requires our permission?" At your affirmed hum, Yoongi lets out another sigh and the hands that have kept busy falls away from his tech. "Come here," he orders and when you finally look up again, you see that he's stretched out a hand for you to take. The second you place your hand in his hold, he pulls you in and you're sitting on his lap before you can even blink.

"Y-Yoon–"

"Now why is it that you thought to stop me from my work just to ask if you could kiss me?" He takes a leg, rounding it around so that you can straddle him and your cheeks are quick to catch flames at the action. With two taps of his forefinger at your hip, the man prompts you again with a raised brow, "Hm?"

"W-well.." you stutter, unable to meet his eyes and causing Yoongi to tsk. He takes his other hand to hold your chin and have it tilt up again. "I-I just...You guys have mentioned..mentioned the fact that my kisses helps when...when you're tired or just..or just need your energy back again and I-I wanted to help..." You trail off, looking up at him through your lashes and when he doesn't answer right away, you're quick to panic. "But if I was wrong then–"

"Kiss me."

You blink. "Hm?"

"Kiss me," he demands again. "I want to see if that theory is true."

Ah man, why did you have to come here and ask him for such a thing?

Seeing your embarrassed self, Yoongi tsks disapprovingly again with a challenging raised brow. "Go on," he prompts as he brings your face closer to him, "kiss me while I still have time to waste away. You wanted this after all, I'm just letting you have it, babygirl."

Though you just want to bury yourself into the ground, you know Yoongi will not let you go without doing what he's asked of you — especially since you wanted it in the first place — so you let out a sigh and he takes his hand away from your chin to return it on the other side of your hip, grinning slyly knowing he's won this little game. With your cheeks still heated, you close your eyes shut as your hands comes to rest on his shoulder.

Yoongi gives you a light squeeze to encourage you on and you lean in just slightly more for your lips to capture his.

Just a slight little peck.

Yoongi grunts, unsatisfied, and you almost want to giggle at how cute he looks right now wanting more of your kisses but you know he won't appreciate being laughed at so you relent and lean in again.

A small kiss.

At least that was what you were hoping but it seems Yoongi has other plans when he takes his hand off your hip and place it right behind your head, drawing you in closer and refusing you to leave his lips. He kisses you with passion, causing your grip on his shoulders to tighten as he sucks the air out of you while his other hand leaves the other side of your hip to snake around your waist and pull you even closer.

As if you aren't and will never be close enough.

Only after a long thirty seconds later does he finally let you go so that you can both catch your breaths.

"Hmm.." Yoongi hums with a smirk curled along the corner of his mouth as he swipes a tongue on his lower lips. "Seems the theory was right all along," he chuckles lowly. "Who told you this, hm? Was it the maknaes?"

You nod shyly and he leans in again to reward you with a small kiss.

"Having fun without us?"

You squeak at the new voice, jumping slightly as you realize you're still straddling Yoongi and is quick to jump off, causing the man the immediately frown.

"What the hell, Jungkook? Don't scare babygirl like that, she was just on my lap."

"At least you got her for a few minutes," the maknae rolls his eyes.

"I-I have to–"

"Hold on!" Seokjin takes ahold of your wrist and pulls you back so that you can slam right into his chest before you could leave. "You can't just leave right now, babygirl," the eldest frowns, "we just got here."

"Leaving so soon?" Namjoon raises a brow as he walks in the room while the 95 liners and Hoseok follows closely behind.

"Not anymore she isn't," Seokjin declares and you know you're already a blushing mess by now.

"Hm," Taehyung grins at the sight of you under the light of Yoongi's office, "I wonder what's gotten you all flustered, hm?"

You avoid his gaze. "T-there's no reason!"

Yoongi raises a brow. "Oh really?" He scoffs. "You mean to tell me I had nothing to do with the state you're in?"

"Are you ashamed of Yoongi hyung, babygirl?"

"And refusing to look at us, hm? That's a little bratty, don't you think?" Jimin says after the maknae.

You're quick to shake your head and look up. "No! I-I didn't mean it in that way, I promise!" You say, looking at them all and then up at Seokjin who's still holding onto you.

At the sight of the slight tears brimming along your eyes, Seokjin smooths your hair down from the way Yoongi had previously messed it and gives you a soft smile. "Baby doesn't like being a bad girl, hm?"

"I'm a good girl," you pout.

He tsks lightly, shaking his head. "You're our good girl, little one, don't forget that."

"I won't," you say, "I don't."

"Well then," he takes you in his arms, holding your body up effortlessly and brings you to sit on his lap as he takes a seat on the sofa, "don't you think the rest of us deserves kisses too?" He asks, "Hm?"

"Oh." You blink, cheeks rising in color again and causing them to grin at how shy and adorable you are.

"You're our good girl, right?" Hoseok asks as he settles down beside his hyung and takes your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles. "Our sweet, precious girl."

"Mmn," you nod, humming. "Yours."

"That's right," Seokjin takes your attention to fall back on his again with a hand on your face, watching you through a hooded gaze as he leans in, lips just centimeters away from yours.

"Ours," he growls.

[excusemin]

hyung line reaction to thigh riding (m)

Pairing: Seokjin x female reader, Yoongi x female reader, Hoseok x female reader, Namjoon x female reader

Rating: 18+, M(mature)

Genre: established relationship, fluff?, smut

Warnings: dom! hyung line (a mix of soft and hardish dom), sub! reader, thigh riding(obviously), blowjob, slight begging, praise kink?, daddy kink, teasing, cursing, mentions of wet dreams, use of a sex toy, slight exhibitionism, slight car sex, hickeys bby, cum eating and squirting teehee

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary/ Request: “Eyyy ya know what it izzzz uwu thigh riding and begging to cum my dude 🥺 hyung line got me fucked up.”

A/N: Hello anonnie, this ask had me giggling for a while. Overall it was fun and a completely new thing to me but I really hope I was able to make this decent enough.  I honestly did not expect this to be so long but please enjoy. Huge thank you to @dontaskshhhhh​ & @sugarly-laysa​ for reading this for me before I posted it. I will also be doing a maknae line reaction if y’all would like or send in a new request :) Also, if there’s any other warnings that need to be added, please let me know. I’ll be happy to add them for y’all. Hope y’all enjoy, any feedback would be appreciated :) (credits to gif owners)

Seokjin

Your relationship with Seokjin was healthy and stable. You both knew what made each other happy or sad. You were figuring out what made each other aroused, experimenting what you both liked. One kink at a time.

Sitting on the couch, both cheeks were flushed at the vocalization of what kinks seemed interesting but you never felt uncomfortable. He accepted you and you accepted him. That was more than enough. 

Just last week, he had brought up a new kink that he wanted to try. Jimin had talked about how satisfying it had been to watch his girlfriend get off on his thigh and the thought of you riding him made his mouth dry.

You couldn’t blame him, the way that his eyes pooled with lust when he was opening up to you fueled your body with excitement. Normally, you would wait up for about a week or two but it was hard to not imagine how good it would feel. The tightness of his skinny jeans did not help you at all either.

Seokjin wasn’t entirely clueless either. He loved to see you try to secretly rub your thighs against each other to soothe your aching core every single time he left for practice in jeans. Those fucking jeans. 

You tried to hold off as much as you could but it was endgame for the both when Seokjin arrived from practice in those ripped jeans you loved so much. 

Luckily, you had prepared as well to give him a taste of his own medicine. You were sitting on the couch with one of his oversized shirts on your body. Your back was resting on the side of the couch and the hem of the shirt was slightly raised up, revealing the black lace panties he loved. 

Taking in the view of your body resting on the couch, Seokjin let out a soft sigh as he walked to your body. Sitting by your feet, his hand reached out to caress your legs. When you ignored his presence, he tugged on your legs and brought your body to his.

“Hi baby.” Seokjin mumbled against your lips as he had you straddle his jean clad thigh. Not letting you answer him, his full lips locked with yours as his hands slowly made their way onto your hips. He pulled apart from your lips and placed his forehead against yours as his eyes locked in with yours. The look in his eyes was one that made your heart flutter, it was his form of asking silently if everything was okay to continue. Nodding your head, your hands moved to cup his face and locked lips with him once more. 

As the kiss grew passionate, his hands at your hips helped you ride his thigh. You let out a moan at the feeling of your dampened panties and your boyfriend’s jean clad thigh rubbing against your clit. Seokjin took advantage of your moan and slipped his tongue past your lips. His tongue slowly toyed along with yours as his hands gripped your hips tighter. The hold he had on your hips brought your hips down harder on him. 

Pulling away from his lips, you let out a string of moans at how his thigh rubbed deliciously on your clit. Your arousal seeped through the lace and onto his jeans, you were pretty sure he could feel it. It all felt so good, so pleasurable that you didn’t realize that your hips were moving on their own. 

So caught up in your own pleasure, you didn’t notice Seokjin was admiring how you looked riding him. Your liquid arousal that he felt on his thigh made his cock twitch in his pants. His hand moved to palm his bulge in an attempt to soothe himself from the overwhelming desire that flowed through his body. Your eyes flashed open at the sound of his groans flowing into the air. 

“Please, please...” You didn’t know what exactly you were asking for you just needed to feel him. All of him. His fingers worked quickly to unbutton his jeans and free his cock from its restraints. 

“Come here baby.” Seokjin mumbled against your lips once more as he brought you closer to him. His tip trailed up and down your slit to gather your arousal. His cock prodded into your weeping hole and a mixture of sighs escaped your lips as his length slowly made its way into your velvety walls. 

It wasn’t until he started thrusting his hips into yours that you felt how close to the edge you were. You clenched around his cock as he pumped himself into your core. Every thrust of his hips snapping into yours brought you closer and closer to the edge until you eventually tipped over into pure bliss. 

Seokjin’s hips paused for a few moments, waiting for you to come down from your high. He held your body closer to his as your breathing went back to normal. Soft praises flowed from his lips as he spoke softly against your ear.  

“Ready baby?” He pulled back slightly to place a sweet kiss on your forehead. Nodding, you knew you were in for a long night.

Yoongi 

Yoongi has been very stressed lately, from deadline to deadline. He always tried to make ends meet even if it meant to drain himself of energy. He never screamed, he never acted out of frustration, he was always calm and composed. But you knew your boyfriend better than anyone. 

You knew what made him tick yet you also knew exactly what made his cock stir in his pants. So you did exactly what he would do when you had a stressful day, make him forget the world with your mouth, kneeling between his spread out legs with his heavy cock deep in your throat. His fingers were laced with strands of your hair, aiding you in bobbing your head up and down his length while his other hand fisted the bed sheets under him.

Your eyes admired how beautiful he looked, his hair was messy from how many times he ran his fingers through his hair. His eyelashes fluttered on his rosy cheeks, the tip of his tongue brushing past his bottom lip. The sight of your boyfriend so lost in his pleasure made your panties dampen with your arousal. So determined to bring him to his peak, you swirled your tongue around his length as your mouth rose to the tip of his cock. The groans that slipped from his swollen lips made your core throb with excitement. Without a second thought, your thighs rubbed against each other to relieve your aching core, silently pleading for him.

“Such a pretty angel...” If your panties weren’t ruined before, they definitely were now thanks to the raspiness of his voice and his palm caressing the apple of your cheek. A slight moan escaped your mouth at the praise that came from Yoongi. His lips fell apart as he felt the vibrations of your moans on his cock. 

When his length started throbbing in your mouth, you picked up your pace and hollowed your cheeks. The tightness around his length was enough to send your boyfriend to the moon. Yoongi’s release filled your mouth to the brim and you swallowed around his length, taking everything he gave you. Pulling away from his cock, you stuck out your tongue and Yoongi let out a low growl at the fact that you had swallowed all of his release.

“Ride my thigh, angel. Make yourself cum and Daddy will take care of you.” Nodding, you straddled his thigh and winced at the sensation of the dampened fabric of your panties rubbing deliciously against his sweatpants. His palms moving up and down on your thighs felt like they were burning your skin graciously. 

His eyes were glued to your hips, watching every move that brought you closer and closer to the edge. Pleads of anything to push you over the edge fell from your lips. The moment his hands moved to your hips to grind your core harder against his thigh, you knew it was over for you.

Waves of pleasure flowed through your body as your boyfriend’s hands slowly aided you in drawing out your high. Your head rested against his chest as you steadied your breaths. Looking up at your boyfriend, you closed the gap and locked lips with his. A gasp escaped your lips when Yoongi flipped your bodies over on the mattress, his body over yours. One hand came to caress your cheek lovingly before he spoke.

“Daddy’s got you now, my sweet angel.”

Hoseok

Hoseok’s favorite part of coming home was coming to you. Sleeping with you and holding you close to his body. The warmth that he would feel in his chest as your body fit in his like puzzle pieces, he loved it. He loved you.

Hoseok had expected to wake up with you still sound asleep. Well, you weren’t exactly awake. You were still sleeping but you were whimpering his name over and over. The soft pleas of his name made him stir completely awake. At first, he had thought that you were having a bad dream but what gave you away was the way your hips grinded against his bare thigh. 

Your arousal had been another thing that gave you away. The way your arousal had dampened your panties and pooled all over his thigh. He watched as your face scrunched up as you tried to reach your climax. He wondered what was going on in that mind of yours. His cock stirred in his black briefs as more soft pleas flowed past your lips and your face showed clear frustration. Chuckling, he reached over to your body and pressed soft kisses starting from your collarbones until he reached your ear.  

“Wake up, princess.” Hoseok spoke softly in your ear until he felt your body slowly come to its senses. The movements of your hips came to a halt once your mind took in your surroundings. The feeling of Hoseok’s fingers slowly tracing circles on the bare skin of your back had chills forming all over your body. Before pulling away, Hoseok sucked on the sweet spot of your neck and left a blooming flower in its place. A moan escaped your lips before you could even attempt to contain it. 

“Must have been a really nice dream to have you fucking dripping over my thigh, princess.” Your cheeks flooded with slight embarrassment as Hoseok had a smug look on his face. He adored to see you so flustered. 

“Tell me, princess, what were you dreaming about?” His hand lifted your chin up to lock eyes with yours. The lustful look in his eyes made your bottom lip quiver. Your mouth opened to answer him but nothing came out. Your mind was completely full of desire for him.

“Say, were you dreaming of riding me? Or were you dreaming of your pussy being filled with my cock?” The sound of his voice made a new wave of arousal seep out from your aching core. Your hips slightly shifted to stimulate your clit but Hoseok’s hold on your hips prevented you from doing so. 

“Please, please... wanna cum.” Your eyes closed when Hoseok’s lips captured yours in a heated kiss. The hold he had on your hips loosened slightly to grind your weeping slit against his bare thigh. The extra pressure you felt on your pulsating bud had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You wanted more but you were so embarrassingly close yet you could not bring yourself to care. 

You thought that everything felt pleasurable, the sweet glide of how the material of your dampened panties and his thigh rubbed so deliciously against your core. All of your current thoughts flew out the window when your beautiful boyfriend flexed his thigh. 

The band in your lower tummy started tightening and your back arched into Hoseok’s body. His naked chest flushed with yours and the feeling of your pebbled nipples rubbing against his naked torso. The pleasurable sensation driving you straight into your peak. Groans escaped your boyfriend’s lips as he felt the extra wetness drip all over his thigh. 

“Princess, that was so fucking hot. I need you to do that on my cock right now.” Hoseok’s body immediately caved you under him, giving you little time to no time to recover from your high. His black briefs were completely off from his body and he pumped his heavy cock next to your weeping hole with a determined look plastered on his face. He was so determined to get you to squirt around his cock tonight, no matter how many orgasms it took.

Namjoon

Losing was never in the books but losing against your boyfriend was definitely something that would have you do a double take. The punishments wouldn’t be so harsh but the last time you lost to Namjoon, he spent almost three hours teasing you with no release. Your orgasm would be ripped away from you when he felt you clench around his slender fingers. Your boyfriend absolutely loved to see you getting so pent up over your release. 

There were times where you also had your fun when you would win but tonight was not that night. His punishment for tonight was to wear a special kind of panties while on a date. 

At first, you were wondering why he chose something so basic but all that changed when you felt the vibrations directly on your clit. Bracing yourself on the chair you were sitting on, you closed your thighs as tightly as possible to somehow stop yourself from squirming. Once the wave of vibrations on your clit toned down, your eyes darted to meet the smug look on your boyfriend’s face. 

A mixture of adrenaline and arousal pumped through your veins at the knowledge of how risky it could be. You always talked about what kinks you were open to try and he finally decided to experiment tonight. You were definitely going to give him the suck of his life when you got in the car. But all you had to worry about now is to not let a moan slip out while he had his fun.

 Easier said than done.

The vibrations picked up when the waiter came with the food you both had ordered minutes ago. A squeal escaped your lips when the waiter had asked you if there was anything else he could get for you, the vibrations were definitely at their highest. Your cheeks flushed at the slight embarrassment. Thankfully, your daring boyfriend spoke up with a shit eating grin plastered over his face.

“We’re fine, she’s just excited. Right baby?” Wordlessly, you nodded your head and the waiter left right away. Namjoon let you eat your food in peace but you were slightly uncomfortable with the way that your ruined panties clung onto your skin. 

The time passed by faster than you expected and in no time, you were both finally in his car. The excitement in your body picked up once more when the door closed and you couldn’t help but reach out to palm your boyfriend’s crotch. 

“Can you wait a few minutes baby? We are a few minutes away from home.” Namjoon sighed as he hesitantly stopped your movements on his crotch. 

“Need you now Joonie.” Your moans flowed freely as you felt the vibrations once more, you were definitely dripping onto his leather seats but you could not bring yourself to care.

“Fuck this.” He looked for a secluded area nearby and parked his car before anything happened. Once he parked in a dark and empty area, he unbuckled your seat belt and pulled your body to straddle him as he pulled his seat back. 

He wasted no time to capture your lips in a heated kiss, tongues clashing immediately. His palms felt hot and heavy around your body, feeling every inch of you. Reaching under the hem of your dress, he ripped off your panties and tossed them to the side.

“Want you to ride my thigh baby.” Nodding, you mewled once your pussy came in contact with the fabric of his slacks. Your hips immediately started to roll against his flexed thigh and you let your body enjoy the pleasure pulsing through your veins. 

Namjoon leaned back on his seat and watched you get yourself off on his thigh. He enjoyed every little bit, from the way your eyebrows crinkled in concentration to the way that your sweet moans flowed past those swollen lips of yours. His cock throbbed in his slacks, desire flowed through his body but he loved seeing you fall apart like this. 

As soon as the pleas to cum fell from your lips, Namjoon felt as if he might have ruined his briefs right there and then at the sweet sound of desperation laced with your moans. His large hands immediately held on to your hips to help you reach your peak. It didn’t take you any longer to reach that blissful high you desperately craved. 

Your boyfriend whispered sweet words in your ear as you slowly drifted out of your high. With a final kiss on your forehead, Namjoon helped you sit back down on the passenger seat and buckled you in. He turned on the car and started to drive back home.

“Now be a good girl and wait until we get home. We have a long night waiting for us, baby.” With little energy left in your body, you hummed and closed your eyes to try to regain energy for what was to come.

[nightswithkookmin]

WHICH ONE OF YOU OWE ME AN APOLOGY AFTER THE BTS TWITCH INTERVIEW??

Y'all triggered my OCD and for what???

"We live in a time where that label we call masculinity is disappearing..."

True. Love it. Carry on.

"We didn't set out to redefine masculinity or what it means to be manly. We feel good that we can have any positive influence on any category including the topic of masculinity because we are men too."

Now...

Come kiss my butt whoever bigot you are. Who said BTS are not representatives and it is not their job to represent us gay folks?? WHO SAID THAT!

Put your clown fit on.

Slap yourself on my behalf.

And in case you missed it or don't understand the term because they didn't explicitly use it in the interview they were discussing TOXIC MASCULINITY!

And I'm glad Suga mentioned HipHop and used the analogy of clothes to explain the ridiculousness of conservatism in fashion as it relates to gender and the Hiphop music genre which as I said before is the breeding ground for all sorts of toxicity and isms that modern society seeks to address and undo.

It's no secret Hiphop glamorizes drugs, alcohol and indiscriminate sex, promotes violence against women, promotes homophobia, transphobia, thug life, guns and anti social behaviours- its concerning.

"Bitches fuck with me, cross me, take a bullet to the brain. Yea, yea, yea" I'm sorry but where is the positive uplifting soul healing message in this? AND WHO YOU CALLING A BITCH, BITCH?!

Then on top of it they gone bully you for wearing skinny clothes and eyeliner because that's not manly and hiphop at all- that's gay, they would say. No homo.

Y'ALL DON'T SEE THE PROBLEM WITH THIS??????

The misogyny, homophobia and toxic masculinity it perpetuates?!

BTS are "gay looking men" who rap. Yall heard Befree's diss against BTS? They are a cultural revolution. Their mere existence is a push back against the status quo- in all categories.

You can't be a rapper and be gay because rappers gotta be tough- on the outside, never mind that on the inside they are as 'weak as us inferior female species,' have several baby momas, different women on their dicks every night, subdue their gals, be a shit ass unreliable partner and clean the floors with them gals afterwards- all the while fucking 'soft looking men' at night when no one is looking. So ideal. uWu.

Masculinity as a social construst is divorced from the gender of a man and has over the years become very performative and theatrical in the way that it is enacted and portrayed amongst men themselves.

Masculinity in of itself is not toxic. It's performance can be and every day men all over the world do participate in the discussions passively and actively to help reshape our social understandings of it if not redefine it.

For BTS it's more a coincidence like RM just said. The way their culture view masculinity is entirely different and seemly wholesome(???.) However, there is still some level of toxicity in the way that they perform masculinity within their culture which may be slightly different from the western notion of toxic masculinity- but since I'm not Korean I'd refrain from talking about that.

I had wanted Jimin or Jungkook to answer that question on Masculinity- especially Jimin. Their voices matter to some of us on certain topics. I want to know what they think and how they feel about this whole ongoing discourse on toxic masculinity and I'm glad the interviewer brought that up.

You gotta be present. It's not all about BTS number one uWu. Jikook held hands skskskskksskks. There is a world around them that they are constantly influencing and getting influenced by. Get with the times and if you are not shut up and let us have at it.

I really hope they talk about this. Bring back bon voyage and the bonfire nights and have them discuss these topics because we are invested those kinds of contents.

I literally wept my eyes out when I saw Jimin walk first in the LV show. IN YOUR FACE!!!!!!

This category fits him- whatever it is. IT'S HIS PLACE AND HIS SPACE TO SHINE. Was I a little bit disappointed and underwhelmed by the whole event?? Bet. But listen, this is good extracurricular activity for him in terms of the ads and other blah blah they been doing. He can be himself unapologetically without someone editing a legitimate part of his identity to fit the status quo. He don't gotta be buff or 'manly' to suit anybody.

PLS I APPROVE OF THIS PROJECT.

He is hands down a perfect 'manly man' model. He can sell the fantasy too! I'm sold on him. I'M SOLD.

If you think there's something wrong with his looks and mannerisms or personalilty- I ship him with myself on behalf of his boyfriend😌

I've forgotten the point of this post but I'm gonna post it anyway😌

Oh I remember- you suck.

That's all I wanted to say.

And while I'm at it, I might as well talk about BTS and this whole 'we are grandpas' songs they been singing lately.

Signed,

GOLDY

[jamaisjoons]

intro: her mini #6 ⤑ knj | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 you enter namjoon’s life in the most unexpected of ways, but will you be able to stay, especially when he comes with three adorable but chaotic children, even more chaotic best friends and a bitch of an ex-wife? not to mention your own emotional baggage. 〞singe dad au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: single dad!namjoon x marine vet!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff 

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 2.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: none really, reader n joon r incredibly sappy and i both hate n love them, there's some kissing but rly this is just soft fluffiness uwu

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: i lowkey hate half of this but yolo it is what it is

⏤ beta read by my girlfriend @peekaboongi​ // commissioned in exchange for blm donations

⇥ Main Series Masterlist

On Hoseok’s birthday, you find yourself on a private yacht in order to celebrate. As usual, you’re surrounded by Namjoon, his sons, as well as Yoongi, Seokjin and, of course, Hoseok himself - who wanted a quiet dinner in order to celebrate. Though, realistically, a quiet dinner with three children isn’t exactly possible. Ship coasting on the gentle waters of the Han River, you enjoy the mellow, lightly chilled, breeze wafting through your hair. Despite being at the end of winter, thanks to the space heaters littered around the deck, you barely feel the cold wind.

“Noona can you help me with this?” Jungkook asks from his seat beside you - his sweet voice pulling you out of your reverie. Shifting your gaze to him, you note the way he’s pointing at the large prawn sitting on his plate - the crustacean marinated in garlic butter as it glistens under the waning sunlight.

With a kind smile, “Sure, Gukkie,” you reply before reaching over. Easily, you break off the head of the prawn before squeezing the meat out the shell and placing it onto his plate.

“You did that awfully easily, ____” Hoseok comments as he swallows down the morsels of lobster he’s chewing on. Gaze shifting to him momentarily, you casually shrug your shoulders before turning to help Jungkook deshell the rest of his prawns.

“Me too, Noona! I can’t eat my clams,” Taehyung pipes in from beside Namjoon. And shortly after him, “And my crab!” Jimin calls out from next to his twin.

Angling your head to both of them, you frown slightly - a little confused by their requests. “Have you never eaten seafood before?” you question, a small, puzzled frown marring your lips. Taking pity on the twins, you watch as Yoongi and Seokjin pull their plates besides them - helping them clean their seafood. Simultaneously, Seokjin lets out a little snort before turning his attention to you.

“Are you kidding? With Namjoon as their father?” Seokjin playfully teases, sending a pointed glance towards your boyfriend. For a moment you frown, not really understanding his words, and then, it dawns on you; your lips forming a perfect ‘o’. Namjoon doesn’t like eating seafood. Nonetheless, from your right side, you hear your boyfriend huff.

“It’s not my fault I don’t like eating seafood,” he mumbles under his breath, his lips pursing into a small pout.

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t feed your sons seafood - there’s no reason they should miss out on it,” Yoongi butts in, and though your concentration is firmly on Jungkook’s food, you can clearly hear the playfulness in Yoongi’s voice.

“Yeah, Namjoonie, you may not like seafood, but your sons do,” Hoseok chimes in with a snicker. Done with deshelling Jungkook’s food, you turn your attention back to the adults, only to notice the slight tinge on Namjoon’s cheeks and the amused smiles on Yoongi, Hoseok and Seokjin’s faces.

“You don’t know if they like seafood or not, they’ve barely eaten it,” Namjoon tries to argue, and you shake your head slightly, already knowing he’s fallen into their trap. As soon as those words escape your boyfriend’s lips, you watch as identical, wry grins creep onto their faces.

“Oh really?” Hoseok questions, an impish twinkle in his eyes. Brown eyes alighting with mirth, he directs his attention to the boys, “Jiminie, Taehyungie, Jungkookie, do you like seafood?” Hoseok questions. Finally catching on to where this is going, a look of exasperation colours Namjoon’s face as he sullenly takes another bite of his steak.

Hearing Hoseok’s question, the boys immediately beam with bright smiles before nodding ecstatically. “It’s Hobi-hyung’s favourite so I like it lots!” Jimin replies, his cheeks puffing up as his eyelids form little crescent shapes.

Instantly, Hoseok begins cooing at the oldest twin, “That’s a good boy. Here you go, you can have a piece of my lobster,” he says while picking up some of the meat and passing it onto Jimin’s plate. Seeing the large chunk of meat, Taehyung and Jungkook immediately perk up.

“Hobi-hyung! I like seafood too!” Taehyung and Jungkook call out at once, causing Yoongi, Hoseok and Seokjin all to guffaw at once. From beside you, however, Namjoon lets out a defeated sigh with another shake of his head.

“I can’t believe my own sons have betrayed my like this,” he dramatically mutters under his breath. An inkling of pity runs through you, and reaching your hand out, you comfortingly pat Namjoon’s thigh.

“Not only your sons, but your girlfriend too,” Seokjin says while pointing his knife towards your plate, where small, empty oyster shells sit on the edge of it.

Pout deepening, “I can’t believe you too, babe,” Namjoon laments, causing you to quirk an eyebrow.

“And why is that?” you question, the corners of your lips twitching in amusement.

“Because! You’re a marine veterinarian! How can you work with them and then also eat them… especially when they’re so cute,” Namjoon replies, and though you want to laugh, the soft look on his face - from his adorable pout to the way his cheeks are tinged in embarrassment - prevents you from doing so.

“You know I mainly work with marine mammals right, Joon?” you gently point out, then after a brief pause, “Besides, I just like seafood,” you continue while patting his strong thigh.

“Maybe you should try some, Namjoon. Here, I’ll even give you my prawn,” Seokjin says while holding out the large crustacean towards your boyfriend. Immediately, a look of horror crosses Namjoon’s face as he baulks. Rolling your eyes, you chuck your cloth napkin at Seokjin in playful ire.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough, let Namjoon eat his steak in peace,” you say. Turning his attention to you, Seokjin levels his best puppy dog eyes at you; but you simply roll your eyes and send him a pointed glare, causing him to give in with a chuckle.

“Thanks, ____. You’re the only one who supports me here,” Namjoon sighs dramatically before leaning over and pressing a kiss to your temple. Angling your head, you smile brightly at him, and instinctively, you move to press a kiss onto his lips. However, immediately, Namjoon jerks back before his nose crinkles in mock distaste. “Absolutely not, you’ve been eating seafood,” he teases, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

The moment the words fall from his lips, your jaw drops open as you gape at his - surprise written all over your face at his rejection. When you hear Yoongi, Hoseok and Seokjin begin snickering from opposite you, you quickly shut your mouth before lightly smacking Namjoon’s thigh. Bottom lip jutting out, you huff, “That’s the last time I defend you,” you mumble under your breath. With a light chuckle, Namjoon leans in before pressing a kiss to the corner of your lip.

“I was only joking, Angel. You know I love kissing you no matter what,” he says, his voice low as his breath fans your lips.

Face softening at his words, you roll your eyes before acquiescing to him. “Yeah, yeah. Just eat your stupid steak,” you reply, causing Namjoon to grin and smack a wet kiss onto your cheek.

The rest of the dinner passes smoothly - the boys taking over the conversation as they ask a hundred and one questions about everything and anything under the sun. Eventually, however, the conversation pauses, in order to sing Hoseok a happy birthday while he cuts the cake before the eight of you share your dessert. As you continue enjoying the evening, the sun slowly fades behind the horizon, the sky darkening as night falls over, which brings you to now.

You’re currently standing at the edge of the deck - leaning on the railing while you look out at the landscape. Indolently, the yacht moves over the water, the large skyscraper buildings that make up the metropolitan of Seoul gently flitting by. The sun has completely set now, and the dark of the night only draws attention to the bright neon lights that pass you. A fresh breeze blows through the air, causing goosebumps to prickle at your skin. It’s cooler now, the crisp night air wafting over your skin as a shiver runs down your spine. Instinctively, you nestle further into Namjoon’s coat, relishing in both the scent and warmth of the large woollen jacket.

Idle chatter murmurs through the air as the conversation continues between the adults, though, you barely participate - more than happy to simply watch the landscape pass and soak it all in. Somewhere along the deck, you can hear the twins and Jungkook running around; playing a game of tag as they try to entertain themselves. Closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath - smelling the fresh air around you - before exhaling deeply. Suddenly, however, you’re broken out of your thoughts, when you feel someone tug at the hem of your dress.

“Are you okay, Noona?” Jimin asks as he looks up at you in worry. Heart clenching at the concern etched onto his delicate features, you grace him with a smile before nodding.

“I’m alright, Puppy,” you reply. Jimin frowns for a moment, his head tilting to the side - almost as if he doesn’t believe you. However, after a couple of moments, he relents with a nod. Instead, he raises his arm for you to pick him up. Bending over, you easily lift him into your arms, the small boy tucking his head under your chin as he directs his gaze out to the river.

“Noona? Are there dolphins in the Han River?” he questions, as he points out at the large body of water, and you can’t help but chuckle at the curiosity in his tone.

“No, Puppy. Han River is made up of freshwater, and while there are a few freshwater dolphins, most of the species live in saltwater,” you reply easily.

Jimin nods under your chin, but before he can open his mouth again, “Noona!” twin cries echo across the night, and the two of you are joined by his siblings. Taehyung and Jungkook come up to either side of you, Jungkook looking up with a small pout as he notices his older brother in your arms. However, rather than saying anything, he simply shrugs it off after a few moments, and turns his attention to the river.

“What about sharks? Do you think sharks live in the Han River?” Taehyung asks.

“Or maybe stingrays?” Jungkook pipes in with his own, and you laugh lowly at their questions. Clearly, they must have overheard your conversation with Jimin. Nonetheless, before you can reply, you’re joined by the rest of the party.

“How about orcas?” Seokjin questions with a squeaky laugh as he joins you.

“Hmmm, no, but maybe seals?” comes Hoseok’s playful addition.

“I’d like to think giant tortoises live in the Han River myself,” Yoongi says with a sage nod. You know all their additions are completely whimsical, yet you can’t shake your head at their teasing antics.

“Hmmm, what about whales, ____?” Namjoons asks as he comes up behind you, and with his question, you let out a deep sigh of fond exasperation, causing all of them to chuckle. Within your arms, Jimin begins fidgeting, making you bend over and put him back on the desk.

With Jimin out of your arms, Namjoon uses the opportunity to wrap his own arms around your waist before pulling you into his chest. Warmth encasing your back, you exhale deeply and nestle further into his frame. Silence falls over the atmosphere, with only the gentle whirring of the yacht’s engine and the soft sound of water rippling breaking the calmness. The eight of you stare out at the open river as the ship begins making its way back to the marina.

“It’s really pretty out here, isn’t it?” you ask quietly, your words barely audible. In fact, your voice is so low, that only your boyfriend hears you. Bending his head, he nuzzles his nose into your hair before taking a deep breath.

“Not as pretty as you,” comes his reply. Despite the cheesiness of his words, you can’t stop the grin that creeps onto your lips. Twisting in his hold, you wind your arms around his thin waist while looking up at him through the thick of your eyelashes.

“I could say the same about you, you know,” you teasingly backfire. The corners of his lips twitching, Namjoon bends his head and drags the tip of his nose against yours, causing your eyes to flutter at the ministration.

“Are you saying I’m pretty?” he asks, the deep timbre of his voice tremoring through the air as his warm breath washes over your face.

“I am, indeed. In fact, I think you’re the prettiest,” you respond, making Namjoon snort in amusement. Puckering his lips, his peppers your mouth in soft kisses, making you sigh in contentment.

“I think we’ll have to agree to disagree then, because I think you’re the prettiest,” he replies, each of his words broken up by even more of his gentle pecks. Once he’s done speaking, Namjoon places his lips fully onto yours, the thick petals of his mouth slotting perfectly against yours. Tongue flicking out, he licks the seam of your lips in a bid for entrance, but rather than giving it, you pull away. Namjoon frowns at your actions, his eyebrow quirking in question as you grace him with a lop-sided, mischievous grin.

“I thought you didn’t want to kiss me because I taste like seafood,” you remind him. The moment the words fall out your lips, Namjoon’s frown morphs into a playful smirk.

“Hmmm, but you taste like wine now,” he says, before once again dropping his lips onto yours. This time, you’re unable to resist him, and immediately, your mouth parts open in access. Using the opportunity, Namjoon’s tongue slips between your teeth; the silken appendage sliding along yours tantalisingly.

Your kiss only lasts a couple of moments, before suddenly, “Ew, Daddy! Noona! Gross,” and, “Honestly, can you both go two minutes without eating each other’s faces?” echoes through the dark night. Face flushing with heat, the two of you instantly break apart. Reflexively, you bury your face into Namjoon’s chest: in an attempt to hide your mortification, while your boyfriend simply holds you tighter in comfort.

“Hey, ____?” Hoseok calls, and hearing the faux innocence in his voice, your eyes narrow. Turning your head from Namjoon’s chest, you look over at him with a quirked eyebrow. “It’s my birthday you know… So I think if anyone deserves a kiss, it should be me,” he continues with waggling eyebrows. With a blank stare, you gaze at him, your brain slowly processing his words. It only takes you a few short moments, but once you do, you can’t help but snort.

“Sure Hoseok, why not,” you sarcastically remark - already knowing he’s only teasing you. Waggling his eyebrows harder, Hoseok puckers his lips dramatically before making kissy faces at you. However, this time, before you can say anything, you find your boyfriend huffing.

Wrapping his arms tighter around you, he levels a small glare at Hoseok before tilting your body away from his best friend. “Yeah, birthday or not, I don’t think so.”

a/n: ᵘʷᵘ thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed it! please lemme know what you thought if you did 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

[jimlingss]

hi kina!! i absolutely love your awards post! i think it’s so creative. but i want to ask you a few additional questions. which fic (for each member) did you have the most fun writing? which fic (for each member) did you have the hardest time writing? which fic (for each member) has the best couple relationship? AND FINALLY, which fic (for each member) is YOUR personal overall favorite?

for me, my overall favs would be:

seokjin: fall in hatred

yoongi: tears of a villain (ALTHOUGH the truth between us and flames and floe were soo close)

hoseok: a memory without you (i’ve read this like five times and get the butterflies every time)

joon: a voyage to liberation (BUT inside my mind and ghost in the machine were also good contenders)

jimin: a kiss of poison (i’ve read that ten separate times and cry every single time)

tae: moirai (this fic really helped me get back into reading again)

jk: a piece of the moonlight (my fav fic on your blog. i’ve read it…. countless of times. to the point that i can quote the first three paragraphs LOL)

anyways, i have to thank you for making me look forward to fridays (and occasionally) mondays. i feel so lucky to have somehow stumbled onto your account three years ago. and i’m even happier that i’ve chosen to stay. good luck on your future journeys, kina. with your incredible worth ethic and very apparent wrinkly brain, i know you’ll get very far!

Damn anon, those are some extensive questions LOL first of all, super interesting to hear your favourites so thanks for sharing!! and you're very welcome. I'm happy to make anyone's Mondays and Fridays better! Thank you for the well wishes as well :')

I had the most fun writing:

Seokjin: The NewsCasters (bc I love this couple and the story was plentiful in terms of plot so I never got stuck).

Yoongi: She's Testosterone (it was just hilarious. although it's a huge contender with The Truth Between Us bc writing with guyi was such a pleasure and was certainly easier than writing on my own)

Hoseok: Head Over Heels to Hell (it was fun doing historical research)

Namjoon: Inside My Mind

Jimin: Azure Blue (shoutout to A Serpent's Flower, Magic & Mysteries, and The Art of Benefits)

Taehyung: Love So Shallow

Jungkook: Sugar and Coffee (although Dynasty is also a contender)

Overall though, I would rank these choices, in terms of enjoyment, as Yoongi > Seokjin > Jimin > Hoseok > Namjoon > Jungkook > Taehyung

Hardest time writing:

Seokjin: Arcadia (Wrote it during my slump, hence Kitchen Romance is also a contender. I also wrote that during my slump.)

Yoongi: Ducklings & Dimples (it's just a lot)

Hoseok: Sunshower (at the time I wasn't used to writing smut. Beyond Reach is runner-up. It's so angst-filled.)

Namjoon: Brass & Strings (pretty sure I stopped twice to write other things lol)

Jimin: A Kiss of Poison (it's sooo long)

Taehyung: The President's Son

Jungkook: You've Got A Dog in Me (I wrote this when I was working at the deli and it was really tough for me. Time-wise and struggle-wise)

Overall, I'd rank these choices as Jungkook > Namjoon > Jimin > Taehyung > Hoseok > Seokjin > Yoongi

Best couple (what a fun category btw):

Seokjin: if it counts...the end.

Yoongi: Student Council Prez (but huge shoutout to The Third & Sixth and A Wish Out of Water)

Hoseok: Jungle Park (the answer here is obvious)

Namjoon: Inside My Mind

Jimin: The Art of Benefits (aka. the domestic couple who've supported one another from the beginning. shoutout to a huge contender Magic & Mysteries which is basically mischief + softness)

Taehyung: Game of Temptation?? (if it counts. they don't have a lot of 'screen time' together, but they're doms domming. together they'd fuck you to death)

Jungkook: Sugar and Coffee (my dumb and dumber couple uwu. they transcend being strangers to enemies to friends to lovers :'))

I'd rank these choices as Jungkook > Seokjin > Hoseok > Jimin > Yoongi > Taehyung > Namjoon

Personal favourite (this one's hard):

Seokjin: Foreverland (although The NewsCasters is a contender and if I didn't consider the end. an OT7 fic then that would be too)

Yoongi: A Wish Out of Water

Hoseok: Between Heaven and Hell (I will never not consider this my absolute masterpiece)

Namjoon: Inside My Mind (best smut I've ever written)

Jimin: The Art of Benefits

Taehyung: Love So Shallow

Jungkook: Sugar and Coffee (this series has been mentioned so many times on this post but lol whatever, I love it a lot!)

And these choices ranked....Hoseok > Jungkook > Namjoon > Jimin > Taehyung > Yoongi > Seokjin

[jafndaegur]

Jaf!!! Hello dear friend!! May I please ask you 13 and 25 for the ask game?? thank you ♥️

Hello, lovely Lea💕💕💕 thank you for asking^^

13: What’s your ideal summer aesthetic?

A bed, a dark room, and a portable AC. Skfbskbxjs I kid, sort of 😂 I do really badly in the heat, and summers where I live get b r u t a l but if I had to pick a pretty aesthetic...mmmm...

Maybe soft cotton shirts and shorts, sunglasses that are the color of the warm light, and cool mountain drives away from the heat.

25: What’s a song that gives off good vibes anytime you listen to it?

Okay so I actually have two songs! I hope that's alright uwu

The first is "never gonna change" composed by SawanoHiroyuki. It has such a freeing sensation to it, especially when driving, that I can't help but sing as loud as I can and smile whenever it plays.

The second song is "Serendipity" by Jimin/BTS. Now this song is really special to me...and it makes me feel so happy and just...alive. The reason is kinda silly, but this is basically my anthem song for the Juqwyn ship that @mrs-han and I came up with for Jumin and my thesis (now Audio Drama) character Lequwyn. Their romance is so fulfilling to me, and I've never, ever, written a happier love story than theirs. And it just...honestly let's me breathe a breath of fresh air.

[luxekook]

chapter seven.

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 3.6k

⇥ warnings: 18+, lots of cursing, general chaotic energy, poly relationship, a short confrontation, mentions of slut-shaming, switch!reader, dom!joon, switch!jin, sub!jimin, library shenanigans, an abundance of coffee, punishments, spanking, bad puns (jin is in this chapter, DUH), many nerd references uwu

© luxekook. please do not repost, modify, edit or translate.

characters | prologue | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

Chapter Seven

Quinn Library – 3:54pm

The end of September passes in a blur of studying, partying, volunteering, and spending time with friends. The month’s conclusion also includes the increasing presence of seven boys in my everyday routine.

Since giving Taehyung the suck of his life in the bathroom of Hannigan’s, I have been basically fighting off the seven of them for a moment to breathe. But, sometimes breathing is overrated when being smothered by affection.

Going from being single to essentially dating seven people is quite the adjustment. I found myself growing attached to them – something that both excited and scared the shit out of me. We haven’t discussed labels or anything, but I figure it’s only a matter of time. The boys have apparently been planning an elaborate first date for this upcoming weekend, and I feel like they’ll probably ask to make it official then.

My stomach erupts in butterflies at the thought, and I take a calming breath. No need to overthink such things.

While it might be unconventional by some societal standards, polyamory is simply a way to love. Why should love come with confines? With binary expectations? The saying ‘love is love’ gets thrown around a lot, but I believe it bears repeating.

Jenni and Luna have been nothing but supportive to me over the past two weeks. They even came with me to volunteer this past weekend because they - and I quote - wanted to ‘check out our vibe’. But, I wholeheartedly expect that the real reason had actually been for them to feel out the boys’ intentions.

Why did I suspect this? Well, because Jungkook had come up to me within the first fifteen minutes at the worksite quivering in fear over how ‘scary my friends were’ and how ‘Jenni had cornered him to interrogate him while Luna hovered behind her, menacingly holding a nail-gun’.

I had never felt more loved and supported by my friends.

My phone dings, and I quickly hasten to put it on silent, shooting an embarrassed and apologetic look around the library. It seems like most people have headphones in, and I let out a sigh of relief. No one wants to be that one loud person in the library.

Checking my notifications, I smile when I see it’s a SnapChat from Hobi in the group chat the boys created a few weeks ago. My thumb swipes it open, and I barely contain myself from announcing to the whole library how vibrantly handsome one of my potential boyfriends is.

I quickly send a SnapChat back of me and my stack of books in the library with the caption ‘send help in the form of coffee’.

Immediately, Taehyung sends a flurry of heart eyes emojis in the chat, Jungkook sends a ‘noona is so cute’, and Yoongi sends back a picture of a black screen with the caption ‘come nap with me’.

God, I would love to nap with Yoongi right now… Alone time with the older boy is so elusively precious. One day last week at their house, I had mentioned wanting to learn piano. Yoongi had just grabbed my hand and tugged me to his room. We had spent a couple hours together in the small corner of his room playing on his keyboard.

Well, he had been playing; I had been fumbling around like a buffoon - half uncoordinated in general and half flustered by how good Yoongi looked playing. His hands had been so nimble as they flew over the keys, crafting melodies I could only assume he had composed. His focus had been so fucking hot as he nodded slightly along to the tempo in his head, his eyes shooting over to look at me every once in a while.

My hand kink? Activated.

My willpower to not kiss the shit out of Yoongi? Nonexistent.

When Yoongi had paused in between songs, I may or may not have grabbed him by his shirt collar and kissed him. His blushing attempt to dodge me had been so cute; and when I had stopped trying to kiss him, he had pouted and then kissed me instead.

What a cutie…

A giggle draws my attention from my reminiscing. At first, I pay it no mind, taking it as a directive to dive back into my studies. But then, the whispering starts.

“I heard she’s fucking her way through the whole house.”

“Isn’t there a term for that?”

“Yeah, a frat rat.”

I slam my 500-page textbook closed and stand, leveling the duo of gossiping girls with a glare that could make grown men cry. It had before when I had to properly eviscerate my uncle in defense of feminism at our last family gathering. What a time that had been.

“Is there a problem?” I force the question through gritted teeth, stalking over towards their nearby table. I relish in the way they gape at me, eyes wide and pupils quivering, “I’m sorry. I’m afraid my complaint jar is at capacity. Please don’t try again later.”

The girl on the right gulps, “No-nope, there’s no problem! We were just leaving. Right, Janika?”

“No,” The girl who had called me a ‘frat rat’ just moments before crosses her arms and stands, “I do, like, have a problem.”

“Janika,” The other girl tugs on the sleeve of the one standing, “Don’t.”

“Yeah, Janika,” I smile, “Don’t.”

I can see the moment she snaps.

“You’re, like, such a fucking bitch! I don’t know what they all see in you. Oh wait, yes I do. You’re fucking easy.”

I consider myself to be a patient person, but having to endure this type of rant against my character - and against women’s sexual freedom in general - has pushed me well past my limits.

“Now, listen here, Janika,” I take another step forward, “You can keep talking your shit. I really don’t give a flying fuck what you think about me. But I really advise you to google ‘how to stop slut-shaming for dummies’ because it seems like you need a crash course.”

Janika’s face darkens, “Whatever. They’ll get tired of you anyway.”

“Yeah,” I let out an amused laugh, “I’m sure they’ll get real tired of me choking on their dicks every night.”

Letting out a gasp, Janika whirls back around to face her silent friend, “Let’s go. I don’t want to, like, be around her any longer.”

“Buh-bye now,”I wiggle my fingers in their direction as they shuffle out of the library.

Smiling in satisfaction, I head back towards my table. Without hesitation, I gather my books and belongings and head upstairs to the quiet floor. Any more distractions or confrontations would probably make my blood pressure pop off the charts.

The quiet floor, as one of my safe havens, is home to several small private study rooms. Peering into each, I start to lose hope that any would be available. Finally, the very last room proves me wrong, and I swing open the door and almost in tears over the sweet, sweet solitude.

This particular study room is tucked away in the very far corner of the library’s second floor. Not many people are aware of its location, and it seems that paid off for me today. Plopping my things down across the table in the center of the tiny room, I follow suit and drop down into one of the two chairs adjoining the table.

What a clusterfuck of an afternoon… This sadly isn’t the first time I’ve heard some comments being made about my association with the BTS boys, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. Yet, part of me knew all along that this would be the trade-off.

After all, what are a few irrelevant opinions to seven gorgeous and loyal partners? Inconsequential - in my opinion. That is the reason why I haven’t breathed a word of the backlash to anyone.

Sighing, I flip open my textbook to where I had been before being rudely interrupted.

The amygdala plays a key role in emotion and behavior…

“Noona?”

I jump a half-mile out of my chair, slapping a hand over my pounding heart. Jimin had somehow managed to enter the room without my knowledge. Had he fucking teleported?

Holding a giant iced coffee in one hand and a cinnamon bun in the other, Jimin beams at me and ignores the fact he just scared the living shit out of me. “Hi, noona! I saw your SnapChat while I was in class, and I came here as soon as I could.”

I stare dumbfounded at the angel before me. Jimin is slightly out of breath with reddened cheeks and a sweaty brow. His black track-pants are slung low on his hips, his long-sleeve white t-shirt clings to his torso, his black duffle bag thrown carelessly over one shoulder. He must have run over straight from dance class.

Standing abruptly, I stalk over to where Jimin is still posted up by the doorway to the study room. Toe to toe with him, I blurt out while still half in a daze, “You really brought me coffee and food?”

He eyes me warily like I might suddenly jump on him at any moment. Shifting his weight back and forth, Jimin hesitantly replies, “Um, yes?"

I take the coffee and cinnamon bun from his hands, place them on the table, and then tackle him with the biggest hug. "You absolute sweetheart!" I murmur into the crook of his neck, "This made my day. Thank you, Jimin-ie."

His hands tentatively wrap around me, pulling me closer. "You're welcome, noona. I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

“Well, I really appreciate it, baby,” My lips brush over the crevice of his collarbone and relish in his shudder. Bringing my head up to face his, I smile widely at him, “Can I kiss you, Jimin-ie?”

“Yes,” He sighs out, eyes already closing in anticipation. I press my lips to his, still smiling softly against his mouth. His lips are plush under mine, velvety soft. My tongue swipes across his bottom lip and— Is that coffee I taste?

I pull back, “Jimin, did you sip my coffee on your way here?”

The boy looks rightfully alarmed, “I– y-yes. But only a little, noona!”

Cute.

“Hmm,” I trail my fingers down his chest, “I guess I’ll make an exception for you this time since you were the one to bring it for me.”

Jimin relaxes slightly, but his expression is strangely disappointed. I stare at him quizzically, and he blushes.

“What is it?” I lean against the table, facing him.

He clears his throat, staring intensely at the ground, “You can still punish me if you want, (y/n)-noona.”

My eyebrows shoot upwards at his offer, and then I let out a slight chuckle, “Oh, Jimin… That would be a favor to you, wouldn’t it? My baby boy wants to be punished, hm? Did dance practice make you all hot and bothered? Jungkook tells me that has been happening to you lately.”

Jimin’s face explodes in color as he mutters, “That little bitch will pay for this.”

Suddenly, the door swings open with a resounding thud, nearly clipping Jimin in the shoulder.

“Your savior has arrived!” Kim Seokjin announces loudly in spite of the studiously silent atmosphere of the quiet floor. His hands hold two steaming hot travel mugs, which I can only guess are filled with the elixir of the gods (aka coffee).

Seokjin’s eyes glance around the room as he takes in the fact that I’m not alone as he obviously had expected. “Wait, Jimin-ie? What are you doing here?” Jin’s eyes flick down to the coffee and cinnamon roll that lay on the table. “Goddamn it!”

“You were too slow, hyung,” Jimin smirks happily as he takes a seat in the chair I had previously vacated. He slouches smugly as he stares up at the fuming older boy.

“Too slow?!” Jin roars.

“Jin,” I chastise, circumventing around him to shut the door.

“Sorry, babe,” Seokjin says while still glaring daggers at the all-too-pleased Jimin. Suddenly, his expression changes into a sneaky look that makes me both want to run and jump his bones. “Well,” He waves the two coffee mugs around in the air, “I made these myself - with love. I didn’t buy that generic shit; I brewed it, baby.”

It’s Jimin’s turn again to look disgruntled, and I can’t help but laugh at their antics.

“Any and all coffee is appreciated and loved by me – the more the merrier. So, thank you both,” You say, taking one of the travel mugs from Seokjin. Kissing his cheek, you turn back to sit opposite Jimin at the table.

“She kissed me on the lips!” Jimin bursts.

“Park Jimin!” I cry as Jin splutters some sort of incoherent rant about fairness and equality.

Jimin holds eye contact with me, still leaning back in his chair like he’s the king of the fucking universe. But, he’s not; I am.

My chair hits the wall behind me with a bang as I stand, planting my hands on the table to loom over Jimin. “Do you think it’s fun to push your hyung, Jimin? Does it amuse you to be a little shit?”

I can see the moment that Jimin decides to be a brat. His eyes heat up in a challenge, and he firmly answers, “Yes, noona.”

“Get up.” The change in my tone is apparent. Jimin gulps. Getting to his feet, he stares back at me expectantly.

“Jin,” I address the older boy while still maintaining eye contact with Jimin, “What kind of punishment do you think I should give our Jimin here?”

Seokjin rounds my other side, grinning, “Well, (y/n) darling, I believe he should get spanked.”

“Interesting choice,” I murmur, turning to face Jin, “That’s what you’re going to get then.”

“What?” Jin squawks, arms waving rapidly around in the air, “But I didn’t do anything!”

“Nothing is what you should have done, Jin,” I push him against the wall, “You know better than to let Jimin rile you up like this.”

Those plump lips of his pout dramatically as he whines, “But, (y/n)…”

“But nothing,” I say and then whirl around to face the other boy. He’s still standing where I left him with his eyes glued to the pair of us. “Jimin,” I hold his gaze, “You’re going to watch. You’re not going to touch yourself, your hyung isn’t going to touch you, and I’m not going to touch you.”

His eyes widen comically, “No! That’s not fair!”

“Do you want to be gagged, too, baby boy?” I ask, cocking my head slightly. Seeing his emphatic head shakes, I grin. “That’s what I thought. Now, stay.”

Turning back to Jin, I smirk slightly as I ask, “Punishment now or later?”

Seokjin’s eyes scrunch cutely in confusion, “What?”

“You see,” I move closer to him, my body brushes his, “I think you earned a punishment, but I think you also earned helping me punish Jimin.”

A wide grin crosses Jin’s face as he glances back at the corner Jimin is stewing in. “I would be honored to help you punish him, babe.”

“That’s what I figured,” I smile briefly at him before slowly sliding my hands up his chest to rest on the nape of his neck. Holding them there, I press the lightest of kisses to the corner of his lips.

Jin’s breath hitches in his throat.

I run my tongue against the seam of his mouth, taking my time and savoring the sweet taste of him. His lips part to let me in, my tongue sliding across his. I grind against him as we kiss, moving my hips in such a way that makes him groan and lean back harder against the wall.

“What the fuck is going on in here?”

Ripping my mouth from Jin’s, I turn to face the newcomer.

Namjoon stands in the doorway holding yet another cup of coffee, his face thunderous. "What do the three of you think you're doing? This is the goddamn library, you heathens!”

Seokjin jumps out of his skin in fright, pushing me away faster than I can anticipate. Stumbling back, I crash into Jimin – who apparently had ventured out of his assigned corner. Brat.

“The shades were open!” Namjoon continues to rant as he flicks the aforementioned item down to cover the door’s window, “Did you want people to see you?”

He reads the expression on my face correctly, “Oh, but you did, didn’t you, (y/n)?” Namjoon approaches where I’m still captured in Jimin’s embrace. Glaring down at me, he taunts, “So quick to stake your claim; but, make no mistake, they were mine first.”

Shaking out of Jimin’s hold, I straighten, raising my chin to meet Namjoon’s gaze full-on, “That’s interesting. I didn’t realize you were so lenient with your partners.”

Jimin makes a choking noise behind me. Jin stands behind Namjoon, waving a hand in front of his throat to clearly tell me to stop talking. I keep going, “Perhaps I need to teach you how to discipline.”

Namjoon flips me around, shoves Jimin out of the way, and bends me facedown across the table.

“Jin,” He says, his voice growly, “Stand in the hall and let me know if you can hear us.”

The sound of the door opening and closing alerts me that Jin followed Namjoon’s instructions without a word.

“Jimin,” He continues, “Hold (y/n)’s hands out in front of her.” Jimin ascquieces, staring apologetically down at me as he tugs my hands towards him.

“This is cute,” I say, “I always love holding Jimin-ie’s hands.”

Thwack. The stinging imprint of Namjoon’s palm on my ass burns deliciously. I arch my back, looking over my shoulder at him with a half-smile. “Do it harder, daddy.”

A breath sucks in between his lips as I utter the word I know will get him feeling as hot as me. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby girl,” Namjoon grits out, his jaw clenched tightly.

“Oh, daddy,” I say, “Don’t you remember? I’m the fucking Queen.”

“Was that a chess pun? Nice.” A muffled voice followed by a squeaky laugh sounds through the door.

“Seokjin,” Namjoon seethes, flying over to open the door and drag the older boy back inside, “I thought I told you to let me know if you could hear us.”

I tug out of Jimin’s gentle hold, straighten back up, and then situate myself into a sitting position on the table.

I watch amusedly as Jin shimmies his way out of Joon’s grasp, “Yah! It’s not my fault I get intense FOMO. Don’t hate the player, hate the game. Besides, I only heard you because I had my ear pressed to the door.”

Jimin stifles a giggle. I let out a full-on laugh. Namjoon mumbles what sounds like a plea to some higher power under his breath.

“See what I have to deal with?” Namjoon turns to me, shaking his head. “Are you sure you want to sign up for this?”

“That depends,” I swing my legs back and forth as I stay perched on the table, “Are you going to keep spanking me?”

The boy who had just unhesitatingly bent me over to punish me now blushes and rubs the back of his neck. “I mean, probably? You have quite a mouth on you, baby.”

Hopping off the table, I laugh, “Good answer. Ten points to Gryffindor.”

“Woo!” Jin cheers, “Nice job on the House Points, Joon-ie!”

“I am in love with idiots,” Jimin sighs.

Grabbing my phone from my backpack, I let out a slight yell as I read the time. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” I scramble to shove all of my textbooks back into my bag.

“What is it, noona?” Jimin worries, appearing next to me. “Are you late for class?”

“No,” I cry, “It’s so much worse. I’m late for my weekly Animal Crossing discord chat! Heath is gonna kill me…”

“Heath?” Jin scowls, “Who is this Heath you speak of?”

“Chill, fam,” I shrug my backpack onto my shoulders and stare contemplatively down at the three different coffees. “You can’t get jealous every time I mention a new person. What’s next? You’re gonna come for Tom Nook?”

Namjoon - who must play Animal Crossing - stifles a laugh as Jin pouts. “She has a point, Jin.”

“And so does a pencil. Big whoop,” Jin scowls with his arms folded.

“Aw, Seokjin-ie,” I coo, reaching over to pinch his cheek, “Don’t be mad. You’ll get to spend all day with me on Saturday after volunteering! What are we doing, anyways?” I level Joon with my best side-eye as I ask that question, knowing he is more likely than not the mastermind behind our planned date.

“It’s going to be great, noona!” Jimin pipes up, hugging me from the side, “You’re going to love it…You’re going to love us.” He murmurs the last part, probably not meaning for me to hear; but, I do.

God, I do.

“We’ll pick you up before volunteering,” Joon says, “Just bring yourself and a change of clothes.”

“What?” I decide - fuck it - and attempt to grab all three coffees, “No overnight bag?”

Jin, who had just taken a sip of his own coffee, spews it everywhere. “Pack one,” He gasps out in between coughs.

Laughing, I walk to the door, which Jimin kindly opens for me. “Okay, I’ll think about it. Ah, I’m so late. Jimin and Jin, I’ll punish you at a later time. Joon, you can try to punish me at a later time.” Living for their astonished expressions, I wave as best I can with three coffees in hand, “Bye, babes! Text me-e-e.”

As I make my way out of the library, it hits me that I only have one more day to prepare for this date. Fucking hell…

a/n: this is such a filler of a chap with a tinge of drama mixed in, hehe. the next one is gonna be that date tho uwu stay tuuuuuuned and thanks 4 reading

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Yoonmi’s Peak Baby Moments

1. Debut Era Yoonmi

debut era yoonmi was tiny and adorable

her cheeks were still very squishy

despite bangtan’s strong image she was very soft

that’s why she was dubbed nation’s makdungie

2. When the SHINee boys took her out and bought her a pink furry jacket

her friendship with shinee makes her peak babie ngl

jonghyun and key had her all over their instagrams for a while

then the five boys bought her this jacket and she just lights up

he lived in this for weeks and she still loves it to this day

3. When Jungkook mentioned her wanting a dog so the fans gave her many the next fansign

it was just dog after dog after dog until couldn’t see her anymore

she was all smiley the whole time

very distracted too bc she was playing with the doggies

4. When she experienced making kimchi for the first time

this run episode was one big uwu

no one knew what they were doing but yoonmi was most confused

“oppa how do you do this” “oppa i need help”

cue the seven boys taking care of her and cheering her on

5. When Yoongi bought her a new dog plushie

before she got nala and dipper, yoongi bought her a plushie

he always updated twitter with photos of her with it

for a time she brought it with her to every schedule like a baby and their favorite toy

6. When she does self-close ups

the members love filming yoonmi for bangtan bombs because she always does this

she goues up close to the camera and makes faces

it just makes her look squishier, and it appears in almost every video

7. When Jimin and Taehyung decided to do a mini photoshoot

jimin and tae dropped a series of photos of yoonmi one day and everyone just uwued

it was a series of photos of them spending the day with her and just laughing and enjoying herself

her excitement was easily seen through everything

8. When she was sick on that one run episode

when they went to one mount in ilsan, she was very sick

she fell asleep in the pool during their break at some point and the boys just babied her

in the behind the scenes she pretended to cry because she left her puppy plushie from yoongi in the car

(im not saying seokjin ran for it but that’s exactlh what he did)

9. When the boys post photos of her in bed

the boys love taking pictures of sleeping or sleepy yoonmi

their twitter has a lot of it ngl

ig makes her look softer and smaller

every member can’t resist the powers of sleepy yoonmi 🤧

10. MOTS: One concert ment

she cried too back then

enough for her to accidentally drop her mic so jungkook had let her use his

everyone saw how much she and jimin missed performing for armys in real life

and everyone’s protective mode just kicked in