#bangtan headcanons

[leeluvsyoongi]

ִ𐙚 Synopsis: meanie bf! yoongi x innocent! reader

࣪˖ ִ𐙚 | warning(s)— mean dom yoongi, yoongi is a lil possessive over his girl, spanking, oral (m & f receiving), rough sex, fingering.

˖ 𐙚 | word count: 3.5 k words

meanie!bf yoongi cherished every moment he spent with you. As much as he enjoyed retreating to the dim, cozy comfort of his studio—his self-proclaimed “genius lab”—he didn’t mind being pulled along on your shopping sprees. Store after store, he followed you, hands laden with bags, while you trailed behind, pleading. “Yoonie, please let me help!” Your persistence was always met with an exasperated grumble of refusal. Eventually, you gave in, your eyes lighting up at the sight of a charming little shop brimming with trinkets and toys. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched his pretty princess practically skip toward the entrance.

meanie!bf yoongi couldn’t stand how naive and oblivious you were to flirtation. You smiled—eyes bright, docile, and so achingly innocent—when the clerk complimented your frilly pink dress, calling you pretty. His gaze lingered on you, shamelessly committing every detail to memory. Then, with that soft, matter-of-fact voice, you mentioned that your "boyfriend" had picked it out, thanking the clerk before eagerly asking about the latest Monster High dolls.

When you turned around, it nearly undid him. “Yoon!” you exclaimed, your voice brimming with delight. “He said they’re in the back aisle—”

“I heard.” His voice sliced through the warm atmosphere, cold and sharp. His piercing gaze locked onto the clerk, intense and unyielding, as though dissecting the poor soul on the spot. 

“Go ahead and look for them. I’ll catch up with you,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. You hesitated, puzzled by his sudden shift in demeanor. What had the clerk done to warrant such an icy reaction? His expression was so forbidding that you thought better of pressing for answers. Instead, you nodded cautiously.

“Pick whatever you want,” he added, the tension in his voice unsoftened. Still unsure, you gave a small nod before slipping away toward the back aisle, your curiosity simmering under the surface.

meanie!bf yoongi turned to the clerk, his face unreadable and his voice calm yet chilling. “I saw the way you were looking at her,” he briskly spoke. 

The clerk stammered, only to be silenced, “You were. Don’t bother lying.” 

The man swallowed hard, his throat tightening with nerves. “I’m sorry I—”

A dark chuckle escaped him, his lips slowly curving into a mocking smirk, “It’s fine. Perfectly fine,” he murmured, his gaze sweeping casually around the store. “My girlfriend really likes this place.” He paused, letting the words linger before continuing in a low, menacing tone. “But let me make something clear: don’t let me catch you again—not even by mistake. If you see me, turn the other way. And pray to whatever god you worship that I don’t see you.”

He extended his hand, his demeanor seemingly relaxed. The clerk hesitated before reluctantly taking it. The moment their hands met, his grip tightened like a vice, drawing a sharp hiss of pain from the man.

“Good,” he nodded, the anger vaugly platiable through his stoic exterior. His eyes briefly flickering to the man’s name tag. “Glad we’re on the same page, Joonwon.”

meanie!bf yoongi saunters casually to the back aisle, his gaze settling on you as you marvel at the collection of dolls. Your attention lingers on the Draculara and Lagoona boxes, and your face lights up when you spot him. “Yoon!” you call out, holding up the two options. “Help me pick?”

He shrugs with a hint of indifference. “Just get both.”

It doesn’t matter which one you choose. And to him, it truly doesn’t—especially when he’d give you anything without hesitation. If it were up to him, he’d hand you the world on a silver platter.

“No, Yoon… I can’t get both I already bought—” you protest, but he rolls his eyes, cutting you off without a word, and grabbing both boxes from your hands, heading toward the cashier.

You blink in surprise, caught off guard by his grumpy demeanor. Trailing behind him, you can’t help but wonder why he seemed so off. At the register, the clerk avoids meeting his gaze, silently handing over the bag as if something unspoken had just passed between them. Your curiosity deepens, and your mind flits back to the moment he lingered at the counter a little too long.

meanie!bf yoongi scoffs when you askwhat he and the clerk had been talking about. “It’s nothing important,” he said casually, his hand turning the steering wheel with ease, his eyes sharp and focused on the road ahead.

“You sure...?” you asked, confused and slightly hurt by how he brushed you off. “Yoon, please tell me—” 

Before you could finish, he swerved the car sharply, pulling into an empty parking lot. Your eyes widened in shock, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“Listen,” he said, his voice calm but carrying that signature edge of indifference. “You really want to know what happened?” 

Reluctantly, you nodded. His tongue darted over his lips as he ran a hand through his waves, sighing.“That guy at the store wasn’t just being polite when he called you pretty,” he finally admitted, his tone steady but serious.

Your stomach dropped, disgust pooling in your gut. “W-was he... looking at me gross?” you whispered, the words feeling like poison on your tongue.

He simply nodded, his gaze firm and unwavering as he met your eyes.

 “I’m not mad at you. I never would be, especially when it’s not your fault.” His voice was resolute, making sure you understood the weight of his words. “I was mad at him, okay?” His hand gently cupped your cheek. You quickly nodded, leaning into his palm. 

“You know how much Yoon loves you, right?” he murmured, his thumb tenderly grazing your skin. “I might come off as a little mean sometimes, I know, but it’s never about you.” He reassured, his voice softening as he continued, “I love being with you, and I love making you feel special because you are.”

meanie!bf yoongi watches as you unlock the front door, before carrying in all the shopping bags, effortlessly setting them down on the coffee table. The warmth of your shared home envelops you, its decor reflecting a harmonious blend of both your personalities. Guitars of varying styles adorn the walls alongside cream-colored posters, while freshly cut pink tulips brighten the kitchen table. The soft floral hues of pastels in the kitchen add a light contrast to the otherwise neutral tones.

“Go upstairs and change into something comfortable. I’ll handle dinner,” he murmurs.

You shake your head, “No. You’ve already done so much.”

“[____], go.” He fixes you with a blank stare, his expression teetering on unimpressed.

“No.” You cross your arms, digging in your heels.

“I’m going to count to five. Don’t act like a kid,” he glares you down, arching a brow at your defiance.

meanie!bf yoongi sets down his pinky, finishing his countdown. You stand your ground, your cheeks slightly puffed in defiance, a small pout on your lips, and a glare in your eyes. “No, I really wanna to help—” Before you can finish, he effortlessly scoops you over his shoulder, landing a firm smack on your ass. 

Despite your squirming, he suppresses a small smile and deliberately keeps his tone stern.“Good job,” he grumbles, “Not only will dinner be late, but you've just earned the privilege of watching me eat every last tangerine. I’ll make sure to leave the peels for you though.”

“N-No Yoongi I bought them to share—” You shook your head, your balled-up fists hitting his firm back as he made his way up the stairs.

"Keep hitting me like that, and I’ll make sure your ass hurts for a week," he says, words laced with a sharp, unmistakable threat.

meanie!bf yoongi drops you onto the bed, his expression devoid of amusement as you let out a soft squeal, your eyes wide in surprise. "I left the studio with an unfinished song, spoiled you, and wanted to take care of you, and what do I get? Attitude?" He scoffs, crawling over your frame, his hand squishing your cheeks together as he gives your head a small shake.

You whine softly, your voice muffled between your squished cheeks. "wasn’t giving you attitude... I jus’ wanted to help—y-you’re being mean to me…"

He notices the way your eyes begin to well up, and despite his unmoved expression, his heart softens. "I’m just being mean, huh?" He smirks, running his thumb lightly over your puffed bottom lip, smudging your gloss. "But here’s the thing," His gaze deepens, locking with yours. "Did kitty listen when Yoon told her to go upstairs and change?"

You shake your head slowly.

He hums, "And does she know what happens when she doesn’t follow instructions?" Without another word, he sits beside you, effortlessly flipping you over his lap and flipping your dress, exposing the frilly white lace of your panties.

"’m sorry, Yoon..." You whimper, your bottom lip trembling, " ’m so sorry..."

“Oh, I’m sure you are.”

meanie!bf yoongi slips your pretty panties down your legs with no difficulty, his palm smoothing over the pliant flesh of your ass. "Count, you make a sound we start over. I'll go easy this time, just 10, okay?" 

You sniffle, fingers curled into the warm grey sheets. You brace yourself, biting down your bottom lip before the sharp impact stings your cheek. The smack sends a rush of heat blazing through your skin, and your eyes sting with tears as you swallow a quiet cry. 

His hand gently soothes your skin, his fingers trailing between your thighs and grazing your juicy slit with a light touch. "One," his voice is eerily calm, a stark impact to the rough strikes his palm delivers to your plush ass. He almost feels a twinge of sympathy at the suppressed sounds ripping through you. It’s the way your bruised ass bounces with every strike, the flesh deliciously recoiling. He really can’t get enough. 

meanie!bf yoongi notices the way your body trembles, your small hands twisting the sheets in a desperate grip, crumpling the crisp fabric as your tears stain the cloth. "Y-Yoon..." you sob, shaking your head. "e-enough—no more please…” The way your voice breaks between soft hiccups satisfies him. He places a soothing palm over your hot, puffy skin, gently kneading soft circles. 

"Shh…I know…” he grumbles, pressing a tender kiss to the small of your back, his touch soothing as the tremors gradually subside.”No more, I promise.”

meanie!bf yoongi gently positions you on your knees, carefully lifting your pretty dress over your back and adjusting your posture. Your face is muffled into the pillow, the faint rustle of his clothes hangs heavy in the air. You feel the dip of his weight on the mattress, his hands shove your thighs apart, pressing your back down, and granting him a perfect veiw of your ass. 

"I'm gonna make you feel so much better, promise..." He whispers, pressing a tender kiss over the abused flesh.

You nod eagerly, a slight shift of your hips betraying your anticipation. "Mhm..."

meanie!bf yoongi groans at the sight of your cunt, the delicate flesh drooling sweetly for him, the sight alone makes his cock ache. His thumbs slowly spread your flesh apart, taking in your soft keens, watching your tiny hole clenche around nothing. “Fuck…” He groans, puckering his lips around his fingers before gradually slowly them into your hole. The sight of your hips shifting to accommodate the sudden stretch makes his cock strain uncomfortably. 

“So pretty, so, so, pretty…” he mutters, curling his fingers into your tight opening, mesmerized at the way your greedy hole convulses around his slick fingers. 

“Yoon…p-please need you…” You softly mewl, eyes bleary with every slow drag and push of his fingers reaching further in, rubbing deliciously over your spongey core. Your lips part, mindlessly babbling his name with every nudge of his fingertips against that sweet spot. It’s embarrassing how much you’re drooling, hardly conscious of the warm saliva coating your squished cheek and the pillow. 

meanie!bf yoongi wraps his long fingers around his throbbing length through the dark fabric of his underwear. “fuck kitty…” He slightly winces, “Streched so good around my fingers huh? Such a pretty pussy.” He murmurs. Your fuzzy brain can hardly process the words with how deep his fingers are stuffed inside of you. 

“s’ t’much fingers s-so long…” you babble, feeling a third finger squelch into your creamy hole. “Shhh, it’s okay, you can take it…jus’ like how you’re gonna take Yoonie’s cock, hm?” His fingers twist deeper,”Y-yoongi—” you whine, eyes rolled back as your toes curl, you’re so close, so close, so close—

meanie!bf yoongi pulls out with a lewd pop, softly humming at the sight of your raw cunt clenching around nothing. “N-nuh...n-no yoon…” you sob, shaking your head in a fit. 

“Awhh, What’s wrong?” He coos, his thumb faintly circling your trembling hole. “Wanna get filled up again?” He chuckles, before flipping you over on your back. His lazy, cat-like gaze slowly takes in the way your mascara leaks down your cheeks, the way your cleavage spills out of your pretty dress, and the smears of cum between your legs. “Such a mess,” He tsks, squishing your cheeks together pitifully. 

“y’so mean yoon…s-so mean…” You sob, lips stupidly puckered for him. “Shhh m’not mean, no baby…” He croons, his lips brushing over your swollen ones, never enough to satisfy you. Your fingers curl into his dark silky strands, pulling him closer for a proper kiss, “wan’ kiss you p-please…” You’re pleading, and fuck you’re so pretty when you cry.

meanie!bf yoongi “yeah? wanna kiss me?” He lazily smirks, lips ghosting over your own, “u-huh…w-wan’ kiss you so bad…” you press your lips to his own, kissing him as though your lungs would collapse without his mouth tightly slotted against your own. He groans, parting your lips with his tongue before tasting your mouth, “open,” he whispers, squeezing your chin, before spitting a warm glob of saliva onto your tongue . “swallow,” he roughly taps your cheek, watching the movement of your throat, as you obey. “good baby, so good.” 

meanie!bf yoongi watches with you with a slow deliberate blink, the way your pretty face nuzzles into the dark fabric of his underwear, your nose lightly nudging his stiff cock as you whine for him, so desperate to have him buried deep inside of your pretty throat. You want him so bad, need him. “yoon…” your soft doe eyes are looking up at him through thick lashes, your face nuzzled so sweetly against his him, and fuck he’s twitching when your pretty eyes swell with tears. 

meanie!bf yoongi guides your head down his cock, gently patting your head and reminding you to breath when you gag, “just like that, keep sucking.” He coos, slowly bucking his hips up, “taking it good baby, so good…” He grunts, gently cupping your jaw, his dark eyes locked into your soft teary ones, watching as you admire the way you drooled over his cock. His head dips low, groaning when you wrap your pillowy lips around his flushed head, suckling at his tip. Your small hands pumping the base. “Fuck, just like that [___],” he hisses, feeling your hot tounge lathe around his slit. Your teary eyes are focused on the movement of his Adam’s apple, the flush of his cheeks, and the quick rise and fall of his chest. 

meanie!bf yoongi briskly taps your cheek, watching you pull away from his thick cock. He wants to cum inside of you, and needs to feel you squeezing him so good. “Get up princess,” He helps you up before impatiently discarding your dress, and laying you back against the sheets, making sure you’re extra comfy. His body dips low over your own, before worshipping you with soothing touches and slow kisses. His lips trail your collar bones, following the slope of your sternum, his hands cupping your breasts, squeezing the mounds between his palms, and taking in your blissed-out expression. Your breathy sighs, and the way your eyes look up at him with a slight daze. His teeth nip at your flesh, taking his time to suck deep marks. He’s intoxicated by the scent of your lotion—vanilla with a hint of honey—

”so pretty, smell so good, could jus’ eat you up…” He murmurs, his voice reverberating against your skin. His head dips between your legs, silky strands of dark hair brushing over your plump thighs. He takes in the slight tremor in your chest, the way you’re dripping in anticipation. “Gonna make you see stars baby,” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your pelvis before dropping your legs over his shoulders.

meanie!bf yoongi takes in your high pitches whines, practically inhaling your cunt like a man starved. His tounge flicking over your puffy clit, before cushioning the abused nub between his swollen lips, moaning deeply. He’s drunk on your breathless whimpers, your fingers tugging at the dark roots of his hair. “yoon…e-enough-m-m g-gonna–” He doesn’t relent, sharply slapping your thigh, when you beg him to stop. You’re sobbing, pushing his head away when he’s making a mess of his mouth and chin, his tounge curling into your sensitive hole with no plans of stopping, not when you taste so divine. 

meanie!bf yoongi wipes the back of his palm over his slick mouth and nose, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “did so good f’me,” he whispers, gently cupping the tear-strained curves of your cheeks, brushing away the smeared mascara. “can you still take it?” He slowly whispers, lightly tapping his cock over your sensitive bud. An amused chuckle slips past his lips at your soft whine, “c-can take it…” you nod. “y’sure, safe word?” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “cupcake.” you mumble, between his lips, his hands gently kneading at your sides. “Good girl.”

meanie!bf yoongi folds your legs against your chest, before pushing himself in to the hilt, muffling your whimpers between his lips before starting a slow pace, letting you adjust to him. “So good kitty, so so good…” He drawls out, the soft slope of his nose pressed against your jaw, as his hips fuck in and out of your used cunt. “Taking yoon so good hm?” His hand finds its place over your stomach, before pressing a warm palm over the slight bulge.

“S’so deep…” you sob out, your arms secured tighter around his neck. “N-ngh—c’cant…” his roughly chuckles, before pressing his thumb against your mouth, watching your puffy lips suck on it as if your life depended on it. 

“That’s it, such a good baby…” he presses his chest against your own, lowering his slick thumb down to your clit. “Give it to me k’ay?” You nod breathlessly, watching the space between your legs with hazey eyes, the sloppy sheen of white that coated his dick, every time he pulled out of you, his dark hair brushing against your cheeks with every sharp nudge of his tip into your overstimulated g-spot. 

“Y-yoon…” you gasped out, nuzzling your face deeper into the crook of his neck your lips pressed against the salty slick skin. “P-please don’t stop yoon…d-don’t p-please…s’so close..” you gasped, feeling his arms swing your trembling legs over his shoulders, his hands rushing to intwine into your own. 

“Love you so much, so fucking much.” he gasped, snapping his hips into your own, you nodded, incapable of voicing anything but desperate gasps. He watched as your face contorted in ecstasy, your legs convulsing as you squeezed him so fucking tight, and gushing over his cock. His movements slowly stilled, his hips curving into your own nudging that spot that made your body burn up, his hand pressed firm against your stomach as you gasped, feeling his warm seed fill you up.

meanie!bf yoongi holds you close, his lips pressed against the crown of your hair, peppering soft kisses to your head. His arms tighten around you as you melt into his touch, nuzzling your face deeper into his chest. “Love you s’much yoon…” You mumble, looking up at him with sweet wide eyes. 

“Love you so much more kitty,” He whispers, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “I loved being with you today,” 

You softly hummed, before whispering. “Are you still gonna eat all the tangerines?” 

He softly chuckled, shaking his head, “No baby, I’m not that mean.” You softly nuzzled your nose against his own, before yawning softly.

 “Awh, m’ so hungry…” You mumbled, “But I’m also super tired..” Yoongi is quick to get up on shaky legs before you can stop him, slipping on his discarded pants, and tying his hair back. “Gonna get dinner ready, this time, shower and get dressed. I’ll come up in a little.” “No wait I said I was gonna-” A small smile tugged at his lips before he slipped out the door. 

[itssunshinetoday]

~ the boyfriend pictures series

boyfriend pictures

[cheeseceli]

When they have a crush

Pairing: ot7 BTS × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: headcanon, fluff

Request: types of dumb or random things bts members will do while they are crushing on someone and wants their attention?

Warnings: mentions of food at jin's

A/n: I feel like I'm getting better at making the layout of these posts :)

Jin

‌This man ain't even trying to bring out his boyfriend material

‌He's going for the husband material

‌Cooks for you quite a lot

‌Always bringing you some lunch or just a few baked goodies (and never allowing the boys to eat it beforehand)

‌Runs errands with you because he "has nothing better to do" when in reality he's just desperate to be with you for a while

‌He even has "cleaning dates" with you😭

‌I see him to be a huge fan of domesticity ngl

‌So if there's anything he can do to bring out this side in your relationship, even if you're only on the friendship stage yet, you can bet that's what he's gonna do

‌And he 100% expects your friends to make the "you seem like an old married couple" jokes because !!

‌That's precisely his goal!!

‌Once he gets to know your family, he even wants your family to be expecting the day you'll both start to date

‌Jin is just the definition of husband material and he knows it, that's how he tries to make you look at him

Suga

‌Stick to the end and hear me out

‌Jokes

‌I know how that sounds but I promise you it makes sense😭

‌Yoongi is the typa guy to be effortlessly (and questionably) funny

‌Like that one time the staff said "whoever has the ball wins" and he replied with "then we are all winners"

‌However !

‌He keeps on doing those jokes like he'd always do

‌But now he unconsciously looks at your direction

‌Would you laugh? Would you find it weird? Did you even pay attention?

‌If, after developing this crush of him, he notices that you actually laugh at his jokes

‌You can be sure he'll do them a lot

‌But it's so subtle you don't even notice he's doing it to make you laugh/have your attention

‌However, he does pay attention to you quite a lot so he can always be the first one to notice your smile growing

J-hope

‌Endless excuses to see you

‌He will purposely "forget" his things at your place just so he can go back there (and forget some more things)

‌It's an infinite cycle

‌Sometimes he will accidentally leave his sweatshirts with you

‌And then he'll be like "could you give it back to me? We can go to that restaurant I was telling you about and then you can give it to me"

‌But then he will tell you that the night is cold so it's okay if you want to wear his sweatshirt while you're both out

‌And then he also forgets to take it back

‌Wow who would ever imagine this could happen

‌So now you both need to see each other again because he really wants that sweatshirt

‌Bro is still trying to grow the courage to properly ask you out

‌So even if you do catch up on his small antics, please engage on it

‌He just needs a little bit of impulse 😭

Namjoon

‌Whenever he wants your attention, he starts to talk

‌And with that I mean he TALKS

‌Won't shut up for a second

‌And he won't even make sense, bro is talking about the dumbest and more random things you could ever imagine

‌ "I wouldn't want to live in mars, it sounds depressing. Neptune sounds cool though, don't you think?"

‌Like?? How do you want me to answer to that hun😭

‌But it's kinda sweet because he becomes a professional yapper to gain your attention, but once he gets it he let's you do all the talking

‌He didn't really want to talk, he just wanted you to be there with him

‌So you can talk all you want, he will pay attention to every single word with a little smile on his face

Jimin

‌Deadass stares at you

‌Not in a creepy way tho, just in a "please look at me I really want your attention right now"

‌And will keep on staring at you until you give in

‌Heavy on physical touch as well

‌At this stage of your relationship, everything is friendly of course

‌Because he is scared of letting you know he's in love with you💀 even if that's pretty much the whole point

‌However

‌He still craves a lot of your touch

‌Hugs all the time, holds and plays with your hand, the same goes to your hair...

‌Sometimes you can't even go somewhere without him following you like a shadow

‌Trust me, if he wants your attention he will find a way to have it

Taehyung

‌He will ask for it

‌Like, literally

‌I see him as a very straightforward person so he'll just be like "y/n pay attention to me"

‌Multiple times, until you actually do stop whatever you were doing and look at him

‌And his reaction will be like 😄

‌I see him doing this slightly more subtly when he's trying to get your attention from someone else

‌If he feels you're talking to Jin, for example, for a very long while now, he won't hesitate on sitting next to you

‌And kinda throwing himself on top of you

‌lmao scratch what I said, that's not subtle at all

‌But at least he doesn't say what he wants from you out loud ig

Jungkook

‌You think this man is competitive?

‌That's because you haven't seen him trying to impress you

‌Are you watching the dance practice? You can bet that Jungkook is giving 3 times his all

‌Are you watching the recording? Bro becomes Mariah Carey in two seconds

‌The boys' biggest fear is when they are playing basketball or something like that and you're watching it

‌They KNOW they are going to lose

‌It can be a 6×1, nothing is stopping him from impressing you like that

‌But if you're the one playing against him? He's probably gonna win the match no matter what, but he's going to be extremely soft at least!

‌Please do compliment him on how he was, he needs to know it was worth it😭

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Thank you for reading <3

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans

Credits for images 1 , 2 and 3

Dividers by @k1ssyoursister

[7brownsuga7]

Yoongi boyfriend headcanon ꨄ

Needs reassurance and validation. He might act like he doesn’t care but deep down he needs it. He needs to hear how much you love him.

He shows his love by always being around you. Accompanying you even if you’re just watching TV. He’ll hug your back when you’re brushing your teeth. He’s always there. He’s honestly like your shadow

He’s very subtle with his love. He appreciates you but has his own way of showing it. But down worry you know he loves you because he lets you know everyday in his own cute way.

Not a fan of pda. But behind the scenes he’s very affectionate and loves touching you. He always has his hands on you, or wants you to touch him, especially when he’s working he’ll want you to be around and sit on his lap.

Youre 100% his muse. He finds himself to be more inspired and will write songs - even some for you.

He really takes your interest into consideration. He loves hearing what you love and are into and will remember it, incorporating it into your dates.

He will pick up on your habits a lot. He’ll become a mini you, following your mannerisms. Don’t mention it to him though because he’ll deny it and strop about.

He’s very giving. What’s his is yours. He’ll happily share his food and belongings with you without a complaint, he loves it actually.

He prefers inside dates, isn’t really a public guy. He’ll set the place up real nice for you however. He’d much rather prefer to spend his time indoors cooking, watching TV, sleeping etc with you, in your own little bubble.

Is very shy. Especially when you express your love for him. Or if you show it in public, he will get shy and blush.

[stopaskinf]

Kim Namjoon feels like the type of guy to date a girl who hates men lowkey.

Like just imagine you’re out with your friends at a cafe complaining about their situationships and the general fuckery of men.

You lean back, “Girl, he wasn’t shit no ways. Men never are.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself bae.” He comments as reaches out your strawberry lemonade to you.

You push the seat outwards to make room for him, next to you of course and he gladly sits down.

You take a small sip of your lemonade and lean over to give him a chaste kiss that tastes of caffeine, strawberries, and summer sweat.

“Thank you baby. You always know what I need.”

[c0llisiion]

DAY 15 — SEOKJIN

★ npr, f!reader, public sex , edging , fingering — lmk if i missed any!!; W/C: 603

Hello! This is part of my kinktober list! Day15 is officially out <3

This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

Seokjin was all over you the entire day. His hands groped your curves at every moment. It got worse when you went out for your annual shopping. He sat on a chair in the changing room, waiting for you as you tried on the dresses he picked out for you. His legs tapping against the wooden floor, phone in hand as he mindlessly scrolls through the first social media app he saw. 

“Seokjinnie~~ how does this look?” Your voice was smooth and sultry as you walked out in a tight red dress. He looked up at you, and you could see his pupils dilate as he eyed you down. His eyes were on your ass as you checked yourself in the mirror next to you. “You look-“ he clears his throat. “you look amazing, babe… it suits you.” He was trying to keep his composure since he didn’t want to cause any unnecessary situations at the closing store. His eyes back on his phone. You smirked at his reaction. Knowing exactly what's going through his mind. “Right~” you start teasing him. “The material feels good too… see!” You take his hand and guide it to your tits, squishing the mounds. Seokjin gulped and nodded, his thumb slightly brushing against your nipples. It was hard not to fuck you right there. His cock was already getting hard at just seeing in that beautiful velvet strapless dress. You chuckle at his reaction before going back into the dressing room, swaying your hips to tease him more as you disappear behind the curtains. Fuck it. He thought to himself before following behind you swiftly. You gasp in surprise as he walks and pushes you against the wall. “You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?” His voice was gruff and desperate. “Is it working?” You ask with a grin. He inhales deeply, pressing himself closer to you. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into…” his hands trail up your thigh, pushing the dress up your legs. “Try me.” You say tauntingly, and that was all he needed to press his fingers into your core. You shudder and groan as you feel his fingers curling into your gummy walls. Your lips were parted, and your eyes were already dazed. His thumb pressed against your clit making you gasp and softly moan. “Keep that mouth shut. Dont want us to get banned for public indecency.” You nod and bite your bottom lip as his fingers continue their relentless assault on your pussy. You heard a snap and felt your underwear get peeled off your body. Seokjin’s long fingers drove itself in and out of your core. “You’re soaking wet… you get off on getting fucked in public places dont you doll?” His fingers hitting the right spots. The thumb on your clit drew rough circles, pressing down and flicking the bud, making you squirm and breathe heavily. It was hard to contain in your moans. His fingers gave you unimaginable pleasure. Hitting all the spots that you could never reach with your own. 

Seokjin quickened his pace. Soft, wet sounds could be heard. Pussy walls clenched around his fingers. Your stomach caved and contracted as he stimulated your warm walls, feeling the familiar knot tighten in your abdomen. “Jin- im so close-“ you muttered out through heavy breaths. “I know baby… but…” he removed his fingers abruptly and stepped back, making you gasp and whine. You looked at him, taking deep breaths. Your eyes narrowed as he put on a shiteating smirk, licking up your arousal from his fingers. “They heard us.” He says, winking, before walking out nonchalantly. 

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-——-✫ I THINK HE KNOWS | JJK ✫-——-

— pairing | basketball player/frat boy jk x tutor y/n

— summary | Jungkook is failing math and you tutor him between classes. You didn't think he ever caught you eyeing him, but after the way he teases you, you think he knows.

—  warning | virgin reader, oral sex (f receiving) jk #1 munch

— word count | 2.6K

— song | I Think He Knows - Taylor Swift

Jungkook wasn't the most studious student. Partying late and having an 8am class just doesn't mix too well.

It's mid-semester and Jungkook is failing math, there you sit at the front desk of the tutoring office as he begs for your help. A hot guy begging to spend time with you talking about math? You were beyond down.

So for the next few weeks, Jungkook came in after practice to work on his assignments with you. He'd usually be hot and sweaty but somehow still smell good. His long hair is usually tied up with the shortest pieces escaping in the back. His hands were something you'd stare at often. His hands were big and his fingers were long and thick you'd think about how they'd feel inside you, you're fingers were nothing compared to his. "Y/n" He called snapping you out the the trance you were in. "Oh sorry, yeah what's up?" He tilts his head catching your eye. "You seem distracted." He spoke. "Umm, it's just... I was." You give up trying to lie. His eye contact makes you nervous. "What's got you so distracted then?" He brushes his hair back with his hand. "I'm just daydreaming, I guess." You glance at his paper, "You are so close with number 7, look back at the last step." You say looking away from him.

He looks down at his paper, going back to fix his mistakes. After your session, you say goodbye and tell him you'll see him next week before finals. He begins to walk away but stops all of a sudden. "Hey, Y/n?" He says turning back and walking to the desk leaning over it. "I'm having this party tonight, I just thought maybe you'd want to come. I never see you anywhere but here. You don't even have to stay, you know, if that's not your thing." He says. He's right, parties are very far from 'your thing' but you wanted to see him outside of work, and he was inviting you. You ponder for a moment, no homework to be done, you cleaned your apartment the morning prior. Tonight you could choose you and your comfort movie, or some alcohol and a hot guy.

"Umm. Yeah, I'll stop by." You say with a small smile. He flashes you a small smile and wink. "I'll keep my eye out for you. I'll send my address." He turns leaving and you aren't sure if you're actually prepared for what you've signed up for.

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"I don’t think beer pong is my thing." You say looking toward the group of people looking at you and Jungkook. He waves them away telling them to go on without him. 

"Oh, that’s fine. Minecraft?" He asked his eyes bright, he looked happy to see you. You think back to the conversation you had with the boys at the front door. One of them said something about Jungkook having a crush on you. It had to be the alcohol in their systems because in no way did this man have a crush on me. He never even looked at you that way. "I’m down." He nods grabbing your hand once more and rushing up the stairs. You stop at his door as he pulls out a key and unlocks it. He walks in and you follow in behind him. "Welcome to my room, pretty cool right?" He asks with a smile. His room was decorated with band posters and tapestry, something you would’ve never expected from him. "It’s dope, I didn’t know you were into Mac." You say pointing to the Mac Miller poster above his bed. "The man’s a genius, anyone who doesn’t think the same has to be deaf." You chuckle at his joke, "Sit anywhere, you want the beanbag?" He asked pointing to the blue one in the corner. You nod and he quickly drags it over for you to sit. "I’m glad you came." He spoke turning on his TV and setting up the controller handing one to you, then finally sitting beside you. "I’ve been wanting to get to know you more, I thought maybe you thought I was like those other horrible frat guys. I just suck at math and have a hard time saying no." He chuckles and you join him. "I was shocked you invited me, I don’t usually get invited to things like this. Especially by guys like you." He hums, "Guys like me?" He questioned. "I just mean, every girl is dying to get to know you. You wanting to get to know me is a first." He pouts. "I’m kinda overlooked until someone is paying to do their bio projects." You laugh. "Well, I’m not using you, I promise. I got a head start on my math study guide for the exam. Just if you were curious." You nod. 

"So what do you want to know about me?" You ask. "Everything, I guess. What’s your favorite movie?" He asks to break the ice. "The Truman Show." You respond simply. "No fucking way…" He almost shouts. He quickly rolls up his sleeve revealing a fresh tattoo with the famous quote. 

"And in case I don’t see you…" He starts.

"Good morning, Afternoon, and Goodnight." You finish. "See I knew you were cool." He says nudging your shoulder. "I try but my exterior doesn’t scream ‘cool girl’ Even your friends called me a nerd." You laugh but Jungkook doesn’t. "Who?" He snaps his neck toward you. "Jimin, I think his name was." He shakes his head. "He’s an idiot and you’re beautiful." He says quickly. You blush at his compliment. "Thank you." You say softly.

" I mean it." He says surely. "I’m sorry about them, they’re just mad I want someone who cares about their future instead of someone who’s only into frat guys for status." He realizes after he finishes his sentence that he confessed to you but tries to play it cool. Inside that man is shitting himself. 

"So, it’s true?" He hums at your question. "What?" He tries to act clueless. "You like me?" He swallows thickly. "I do. I think you’re pretty and smart, and you’re witty. I like that. You are the only cute girl with some brain cells on this campus, I’m sure of it." You laugh. "Well, I like you too. I just think we’re from two different worlds almost." He sighs, you said the one thing he feared. "I think we’re more similar than you think." He says reassuring you. "Maybe." You say looking at him. "I was staring at you. Well, your hands." He tilts his head confused. "Most times when you think I’m daydreaming I was staring at you. God that sounds weird." You laugh faintly, sliding your hands underneath your glasses and covering your face. "Sometimes, When I’d wave to you passing by, I didn’t even have to go that way. I just wanted to see you. So I guess that makes me weird too." He says scooting closer to you. You move your hands away, your face red from embarrassment. 

He sits in front of you. His eyes were soft and warm. Then you suddenly gain the courage to do something you never thought you would. You sit on the ground in front of him, and he flashes a cute smile. You peck his lips quickly. You almost instantly regret it after he says nothing. His eyes are stuck on you and he’s unreadable. He quickly pecks you back and stays close to you. A small smile grows on your face. "You are so cute." He says. Your cheeks flush. He kisses you again this time deeper. His lips are soft and sweet from his chapstick. You’ve never made out with anyone before but you follow his lead, kissing his lips as hungrily as he kisses yours. 

"You’re such a good kisser." He says breaking the kiss. "Really? I’ve actually never done this before." His eyes widened. "You could’ve fooled me, you’re a natural." He says before pecking your lips one last time. "Yeah, I’ve never done anything with anyone before. I told you I’m not the hottest thing smoking." You joke. "I’m also a virgin, if you were wondering." He hums. "I hope this doesn’t sound weird but I just have to know… but, have you never like… had an orgasm before?" You scoff. "What?! Now that’s just crazy. I have a vibrator. I’ve just never had anyone else… get me there." You realize how much of yourself you’re revealing. Jungkook falls silent not reacting to your previous statement. "Before I suggest what I’m going to suggest, Will you go out with me?" He asks. "I want to get to know you more Y/n. Seriously." He finishes. "Yes, I want to get to know you too." You say with a smile. He’s giddy and pumps his fist and whispers a small ‘yes’ to himself. 

"So, what were you going to suggest?" You ask. His neck starts to heat up after was reminded of how this conversation came about. "Oh… maybe, I could… you know… uh give you an orgasm. Only if you want to and if you don’t that’s fine, and I’m not mad." You smile as he tries to clean it up. "I mean, I don’t know… I don’t know." You stutter, unsure of how to tell him you’re afraid he might judge you.

"If you don’t want to I understand, but if you’re nervous, I promise that I won’t hurt you. I’m not that type of guy, I really hope you know that." You nod quickly. "I know, you’re a great guy Jungkook. I’ve just never shown anymore this part of myself. I don’t want you to see me and change your mind. I’m not as pretty as the other girls." He holds your hand.

"I don’t know who told you that, but you are one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’d never judge you." He spoke. His hand lifts your chin so he can look you in the eyes. "Any guy would be lucky to have you. I would be the luckiest." He says with a smile. "Okay." You say. "Don’t just say okay because you think this is something I want. I just want to make you feel good and comfortable. I want you. Whatever that looks like." He smiles. "No, I want you." You say. "Are you sure?" He asks again. "Yes Jungkook, I’m sure and I want you. 

He kisses you deeply making you lean backward on the beanbag. "I’m going to make you feel are beautiful as you look Y/n." His words make you throb, you feel yourself aching for him. He grabs your hip, pulling you in closer as your lips reconnect. You loved the way he touched you, he was soft and gentle. Your hips buck in excitement, craving him. You moan into the kiss. "You are so cute, God I can’t with you." He says breaking the kiss. "Arms up," He says tugging at the hem of your shirt. You follow his instructions and lift your arms. You almost want to cover yourself before he says, "You are so beautiful. Such a pretty girl, I don’t understand how someone hasn’t snatched you up already. Such a smart and beautiful girl." He whispers his last sentence grabbing at your waist. He stands grabbing your hand and helping you stand with him. He kisses you again, this time you’re closer than ever. You stumble back onto the bed. "Lay back for me, love." You follow his instruction and you prop yourself up on your elbows. He grazes the button of your jeans, "Can I?" He asks. You nod quickly. "Words, love. I want to make sure you’re comfortable." He says surely, no trace of jokes or playfulness in his voice. "Yes, please. I want you so badly." You whine. "I’m here, love. Let me please you." He says unbuttoning your pants and pulling them off. He stands leaning over you placing a light peck on your lips. He rubs you over your panties and your breath hitches. "Does this feel okay?" You nod but stop yourself, "Y-yes. Feels g-good." Only you have touched yourself before his strong hands and soft touch is making you brainless. Your breath is shaky as he rubs your thigh. "Can I take these off?" He pulls at the side of your panties. "Please, please touch me." You beg, unable to recognize your voice. 

He slips your panties off, tucking them in his pocket. He kneels in front of the bed grabs your waist and pulls you closer, putting your legs over his shoulders, giving him the perfect position in front of your heat. He lets spit drip from his mouth onto your wet cunt. You gasp at the nasty sight. "Fuck…" you mutter. He licks a long stripe up your cunt before wrapping his lips around your clit. You whine as he eats you. He wastes no time swirling his tongue around your clit. You’ve never felt pleasure like this before, you’re mush under him. Whining and moaning as he fucks you with his tongue. "I-I think, I’m close." You say breathlessly as he moans onto you. He looks up at you his eyes dark, only focusing on pleasing you. "Come for me, love. Make a mess on my tongue." His words are so dirty and it turns you on to no end. He flicks his tongue on your clit and you’re closer than ever. You moan as you come undone on his tongue your body pulsing as you come but he told you in place. He kisses your thighs as you come down from your high.

"Come here." You say and he quickly stands leaning over you. "Thank you." You say breathy kissing him gently. "You don’t have to thank me, love. I only want to make you feel good." He smiles.

"I’m just glad my instincts were right." He says, "I’m not sure, I’d have if I didn’t guess." You tilt your head confused. "What do you mean?" You ask sweetly. "I noticed you staring a while ago. I thought you liked me. I’m glad in right." He says sitting beside you. You look down and he boner leaves a tent in his pants. "Y-you’re…" You start. "It’s fine, it’ll go away." You grab his tattooed arm, "I can help you. I don’t know how but you can teach me right?" You suggest. "Tonight was about you, dear. Maybe another time. Okay, don’t think you owe me anything." He smiles gently brushing your hair back. 

"I’ll be back." He stands walking into the connecting bathroom. He comes back with a warm towel cleaning you up. He wasn’t like the other guys. He was a sweetheart, he cared for you. He wanted to make sure you knew it.

He takes your panties out of his pocket sliding them back onto you. "You’re too good for me." You say brushing over his hand. "You deserve everything good, don’t you know?" You really weren’t sure, you never had someone feel this way about you. You nod, he made you feel so pretty. You couldn’t believe someone like him was into you. You were glad he was. 

"Still down to play Minecraft?" He asked putting your jeans back on. You smile. "Of course but…What about the party? Aren’t you the host?" You ask. He shrugs. "I am but there’s enough alcohol down there to keep an alcoholic going for years." He jokes. "I want to stay here with you anyway." You smile picking up the controller.

You couldn’t wait to see what the future held for you and him. You smile as he smiles at you. You know everything is gonna be just fine. You’re so glad he knows. 

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a/n: hope you like, i had super hard time writing this as my laptop has decided to give me issues the moment i enjoy writing... anyways. feedback and requests are appreciated.

[bangtansfavwriter]

🎨 art supplies store owner! taehyung 🎨

- You were once again out of white paint and realised that you had also lost several brushes in the limbo of your room.Every single out supply you had found its way on the floor as you were rummaging through your stuff to find that one brush that seemed to be the key for your painting to be perfect. So you were standing there in the middle of the room, ready to let your inner Monet out, easel and canvas right in front of you..... and proceeded to throw the rubbish brushes across the room. The good ones were simply nowhere to find. You sighed deeply and went to pick up the brushes since your rage quit faded away as quickly as it happened in the first place. Weirdly enough, even this moment couldn’t curb your enthusiasm to paint again after a time which felt like ages, so you picked up the phone and looked up where to find art supply stores nearby.

- And there were NONE, at least not one that seemed to fit your needs, as you knew about that one store nearby that barely had any art supplies but a whole lot of stationary stuff.

- So you decided to just do sketches instead and went on with your day, despite the lingering disappointment of unfulfilled motivation

- A few days later, as you were wandering through town in search of a bakery that had almond croissants everybody you knew seemed to obsess over.

- You walked past a place that drew your attention and you immediately walked back to take a closer look

- You were standing there, in absolute awe of the minimalist yet gorgeous showcase of beautiful paintings that were put up between fine decorations of dried flowers, old brushes and used palettes, right next to an old record player and vintage vinyls, mostly of jazz artists.

- What surprised you most about it that it all seemed so personal – like an artist who was showcasing a part of their atelier, which drew you in so much that you found yourself studying every little detail

- Mentally you were drawing a picture of that person whose paintings and belongings you were looking at. It felt like a fresh breath of air to you, yet you felt a sense of familiarity that usually grabs one when you suddenly recognise a scent that wanders through air, like a loved one’s perfume, or the scent of fresh pastries that remind you of the now closed bakery that used to frequent in your childhood days. Something about this took you right back and you found yourself lost in thought, while listening to an old street musician was playing an accordion nearby.

- “I wish I could meet you”, you thought to yourself and mentally lamented over the fact that you probably cannot ever tell this stranger what their work did to you at that very moment.

- You took a few more steps to now see the next window that was decorated similar to the one that drew you in so intensely.

- You were taken by surprise when you noticed a guy with dark brown hair and roundish glasses who was watching you through the window the entire time.

- You started laughing at yourself when you realised how you must have looked, startled, tired, fascinated and in dire need of the almond croissants.

- The stranger in the shop smiled back at you with a gorgeous, boxy smile that instantly made a warm feeling erupt through your body.

- He hinted at the door, a silently plea for you to enter and join him in the shop

 - The little bells at the door rang through the shop as you finally entered the cozy store

- You instantly realised how tough it was going to be to keep your cool around him because this man was ridiculously handsome and looked at you with his big brown and sweet-as-honey eyes... and wtf were you supposed to do but to crush on a complete stranger? Your heart could only take this much, right?

- “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” he said as he shyly scratched his head and smiled. “No worries. I suppose I was to immersed in this showcase at the front that I didn’t take notice of you over there.”

-  You both went quiet and neither seemed to be able to stop staring at the other one.

- “Uhm,” you started fidgeting with your bag, “do you... perhaps know where i can buy some high quality oil paint and ... I think they’re called filbert brushes?” He stared at you with a blank face, which suddenly made you feel confused, until he snorted and hinted at his surroundings with both hands.

- You looked around and felt pure embarrassment creeping throughout your body, as you were, in fact, standing in the middle of an art supplies store and happened to be right in front of a wall display of a whole colour palette of paint tubes.

- The stranger giggled when you mumbled “Oh my god...” and hid your face behind your hands.

- “Please don’t be like that!” he exclaimed, as he feared he made you feel self-conscious all of a sudden. “I can help you after all. Please...”. He looked at your pleadingly, waiting for your response. He huffed out in relief when you smiled at him, touched by his attempt to lift your spirits which worked instantly. You, once again, found yourself bewitched by his dazzling, boxy smile. 

- “Filbert brushes, let’s see ...” he said and started walking through the shop. Meanwhile, you let your gaze wander across the utensils that were displayed between old wooden tables and shelves that had vintage and probably hand-made carvings on them, too. You looked at the posters of Miles Davis, Chet Baker and Ella Fitzgerald and noticed the many vinyls at the opposite side of the wall. “I’m guessing the vinyls at the front are a part of this collection?” you asked loudly, unsure about where he was among the shelves. “Yup, they are my babies.” he replied, and you could swear he was smiling as he said that.

- He walked towards you, indeed with this handsome smile of his that made your knees feel weak. “You know, that’s probably my most prized possession. I have a thing for jazz, I suppose. And art, obviously. But jazz, especially on vinyl... that’s just pure class, in my humble opinion.” – “I agree. Though I think it’s a shame I can’t see Billy Holiday anywhere. Don’t you have her poster here?”

-  He was standing in front of you, his arm leaning against the wall next to you. He was observing your every feature, taking in how your lips were slightly parted and how flushed your cheeks became under his gaze. He, too, felt a blush creep upon his face, as he wondered how someone’s eyes could be so piercingly beautiful.

- “Filbert brushes! Let’s go get those brushes...” he mumbled and walked away from you instantly, but to a halt a few metres away from you. You followed him and noticed the set of four filbert brushes which he shyly handed you over.

- “You’re a life saver. Thank you so much!” you beamed. The stranger felt blood rushing to his head once again and hoped you wouldn’t notice his now deep crimson ears and the blush that made its way over his entire face. You were way too concerned with your own, though, to notice that he was as affected as you were. He nodded at you and went back to the counter, hoping to gain some composure again. He felt like he lost every ounce of it as soon as he noticed you looking at his paintings outside the shop. Seeing someone so immersed in the little display of his mind that he tried to represent over there was a huge boost to his ego but at the same time he found himself unable to look away from you. When you had noticed him, he was actually afraid you’d think of him as a creep. Hearing the bells toll inside the shop, made any worry fade, though, and replaced it with a sense of familiarity that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Yet he knew that you were not to stay a stranger for him and tried to calm his heartbeat that rose with every inch of the red string of fate that led you to him. “Stay.” was the only thought resonating inside his mind.

- You followed suit and walked to the counter where you put down the brushes and pulled your wallet out. “No, absolutely not” he said with a stern look on his face, surprising you with his sudden change of demeanour. “Why?” you asked “Just let me pay.” You almost started laughing at the bewildered look on his face. “I’m actually serious. I’ll take it as a personal offense if you don’t accept my gift.”

- “Oh my god, ok!”. He watched you put the brushes in your bag and now smiled rather sadly. He was suddenly hoping for a rain storm, ideally with lightning strikes and such. What if you were afraid of thunder though? Would he be able to soothe you? Would you stay with him and listen to him sing My Funny Valentine to you? Oh, how he wanted to be Chet Baker for you.

- “Is everything ok?” you asked him, noticing his sudden and obviously intense train of thought. He nodded. The door suddenly seemed far to near for both of you.

- “I’ll get going now...” you said under your breath and took heavy steps towards the door. How you wished you could hear him talk about his favourite artists more. How great it would be to listen to him explaining how he came across every record of his vinyl collection. Why couldn’t you be more upfront with him and show him how utterly fascinated you were by him, how ridiculously attracted you were to him...

- “Take care...?” you said in a questioning voice, hoping to now have a name to this handsome face. “It’s Taehyung” he replied. “Please, grant me your name, too, before you leave.”

- You were sure your heart was about to jump out of your chest at his plea.

- “My name is Y/N...”

- “Y/N” he repeated slowly, with his deep, honey-like voice that made your name sound like the shortest poem you ever heard. “Oh, this is on” you thought. “There’s no way I won’t go after this connection or whatever the hell this is.”

- “Will I see you again, Y/N?” he asked.

- “You will. Pretty soon actually.”

- He looked at you in surprise, yet pleased.

- “You see, I forgot to buy white paint... A shame, really. It seems I must come here again. How about tomorrow? We could get those almond croissants from that bakery across the street. Maybe have dinner, too, I don’t know.”

- You walked towards the door, rushing every word on your way out, as you were shocked at your own sudden boldness. He grinned from ear to ear as he listened to you blurt out your ideas, which sounded absolutely heavenly to him.

- He stopped you in your tracks and grabbed your hand. “You know, you could probably lure me anywhere with these croissants. And dinner sounds lovely. I could tell you about some painting workshops I offer, what about that? Rest assured that I will drag it out as long as I can.” You two laughed. You two knew.

        “I’m counting on it, Taehyung.”

         “I’ll see you tomorrow then, lovely.”

[astroyongie]

Hii, yongiee. Love the winter vibe❄️❄️

https://www.tumblr.com/astroyongie/771240901103222784/httpswwwtumblrcomastroyongie7711491705296977

Is there a chance you could do this for BTS? I would really appreciate it🙏🏻🙏🏻💕💕

i am sooo late for the winter vibes but thank you!

BTS Who Would Be Attracted To : …

Feminine/Masculine: RM (masc), Jimin (both),

Sexy: Jungkook

Cute: Suga, Jhope, Taehyung

Mature: Jin

[leeluvsyoongi]

Kiss Me Purple and Blue hcs — { jazz artist! taehyung x fem! reader }

Synopsis: Sfw & Nsfw headcanons about 30s jazz! artist taehyung who gives the impression that his job is far more valuable than you.

࣪˖ ִ𐙚 | warning(s)— smoking, rough sex, fingering, somewhat-toxic dynamic, abandonment, tooth-rotting fluff, potential impregnation.

all nsfw is under the divider and is marked.

⋆.˚ | author's note: Initially, I was going to make this a series of hurt no comfort headcannons (if ya’ll like this I might make a part two just for that) but I got too soft, so now we have a happy ending. (i stayed up till 4 writing this because my writer’s block decided to vanish and my capability to put words together randomly came back. 🫶🏾

࣪˖ ִ𐙚 | word count: 4.5k

✧˖° Freak- lana del ray

SFW

jazz artist! taehyung who's world is drenched in late-night symphonies, dimly lit bars, and a haze of forgotten dreams. His honeyed eyes lay low, as sun-kissed porcelain fingers glide between the keys of his saxophone, pouring his essence into every rich note.

jazz artist! taehyung eyes are heavy-lidded with weights you would never understand. A thousand silent words were sealed inside his soul. Offstage, your bright smile and praise do little to amuse him, your presence once a steamed mug of tea on a chill winter's eve grows bitter and oversweetened, just as everything he treaded near.

jazz artist! taehyung tilts his head just enough to summon shadows along the sharp planes of his face. A slow deliberate blink of his sepia hues sent shivers down your spine, prickling silver thorns over your skin. "You were saying?" He hums in a slow baritone, polishing the gilded edges of the instrument, touching it with more reverence than he had ever offered you.

You submit a small smile, rubbing a palm over your skin. "I was wondering if you had time, tonight," A slow lump dissolves down your throat. "Would you like to come over for dinner, I-I bought a new radio..." Your eyes hesitantly flicker up to his own, the mere act intimidating you.

jazz artist! taehyung shrugs, before tucking away the precious instrument, and lifting the heavy black case effortlessly. His gaze was languid, almost lazy, beckoning you into a world where you weren't quite sure you'd survive, "Lead the way." You tenderly smile, your heart rate easing at the unanticipated lack of rejection. "I made your favorite pasta..." Your fingers thread in nervous knots, and your bottom lip catches beneath your teeth.

jazz artist! taehyung thumb grazes the plush flesh of your bottom lip, gently yielding, "You'll hurt yourself that way," A small smile curves at his lips, before disappearing. "Pasta sounds good." His hand gently lowers to your own, curling around your wrist, a calloused thumb gently tracing the subtle ridge of veins on your inner wrist; memorizing the faint sinuous lines.

jazz artist! taehyung notices the way your eyes widen, taken aback by his intimate touches. He knows he hadn't touched or pleasured you in over a month, hardly writing you the tender heartfelt letters you had yearned for. He knew how terribly you missed the perfect sweeps of his cursive script, dancing along the folded edges of the parchments you had collected over the months of your relationship.

He knew he didn't deserve you, yet he selfishly held on, afraid of another man giving you what he failed to offer time and time again.

jazz artist! taehyung Wanted to love you like you deserved, he wished he could deliver more than he had. He hated you for being so accepting of how little he had to give, of holding onto every small worthless sentiment as though it had meant heaven and all its glories to you.

He wanted you to yell and confront him, to tell him you had grown fed up with his love for music outweighing the love he had for you.

jazz artist! taehyung his eyes flicker down to your own, his thoughts scattered by the soft quell of your voice, "TeTe...we're here..." Your hand gives his own a small squeeze, before unlocking the door of your home. You had been so happy about covering the mortgage of your childhood home after your parents had passed, making you the owner of the house. He slid off his shoes, setting down his prized saxophone. He was all too familiar with the warm brown carpeted floors and comfortable waft of vanilla. Your hands tenderly unbutton his tailored coat, skimming over the silver buttons before hanging the expensive fabric over the rack. "Thank you," He traces your silhouette, his palms pressed firm to the soft curves of your waist, the pronounced slope of his nose pressed against the warmth of your neck. "Taehyung...we should eat," You pull away, setting a distance between the two of you.

He knew deep down you were deeply hurt, yet you still held onto him.

jazz artist! taehyung nods, before tucking his fingers into his dark vest, withdrawing a small box of matches, and another of Montecristo. His low-hooded gaze drags up to your own, after igniting a flame at the butt of his cigar. "Anything for you darling," He flicks a finger over the stick, tapping down the tobacco roll.

jazz artist! taehyung Knows you're holding onto the frayed ends of the relationship you had honed for months. You always sent him letters despite his lack of response, you called him on the telephone every night before bed and always attended every performance he had.

You were the perfect girlfriend he did not deserve.

jazz artist! taehyung who sat across from you, his long fingers curling around the stem of his wine glass, though he hadn’t taken a sip in minutes. The low-hanging light of the dining table caught on the edge of his jawline, sharp and distant like the rest of him. His eyes lift to you, before dropping back to the tablecloth, tracing invisible lines over the linen, "I missed you." Your voice cut through the uncomfortable silence. He watched your fingers gracefully cut through a boiled carrot, before lifting the fork to your lips. "Yeah?" He hums, lifting his cigar from the ashtray she had arranged for him and inhaling the thick smoke. "Yeah...I did." He notices the small quiver in your voice, before hearing the small tink of cutlery set against porcalaine.

jazz artist! taehyung releases a slow sigh, before running a hand through his parted brown hair. "Yeah, I missed you too baby," His voice smooth and unconsolidated. "D-Did you really?" His eyes screwed shut, he hated the small tremor between your words, the tangible doubt. He didn't want to see the way your bottom lip trembled or the way your eyes pleadingly sought his own.

"I did, I've just been busy..." He rests his forehead against his palms, and you notice the stressed curve of his shoulders.

He didn't even touch his plate, the pasta you spent hours perfecting just for him.

jazz artist! taehyung lifts his head, before burning out the cigar. He notices the way your eyes flicker between the untouched plate and his frame, before taking a few bites just to subdue that miserable look in your eyes. "This is really good," He murmurs, before downing the food with a heavy swing of wine. He prays to whatever watchful god that you smile, that eyes brighten just a little more, that the dullness he cast upon you drifts.

jazz artist! taehyung watches the way you silently nod your head, before lifting your half-eaten plate and empty wine glass and disappearing to the kitchen. He releases a heavy sigh, before scuffing down the rest of the meal and carrying the remaining cutlery to the kitchen.

jazz artist! taehyung spots your hunched frame resting over your arms. His heart aches at the muffled sobs that escape your lips. He hates himself even more for every pained quiver of your shoulders. Your soft cries reminded him of everything he couldn't fix, of every single-handed attempt you made at fixing the shattered porcelain fragments of your relationship. "Baby..." His hand cautiously drifted over your shoulder, before slowly making contact. He couldn't bear every slight tremor that raked over your frame. He exhaled a shaky breath, his fingers sliding down to the curve of your neck, offering the only kind of touch he knew how to give—soft, uncertain, like an incomplete song.

jazz artist! taehyung feels your red-rimmed scleras scalding through him, he can feel the shift of your weight as you reach for a tissue to blow your nose. "I'm sorry...I-I did everything I could..I really did Tae." Your voice is hardly a whisper, as you shift your weight against your feet.

jazz artist! taehyung bends down to your level, he's on his knees before you, his hands firm against your arms, watching your downward gaze seep with unushered tears. It wasn’t the kind of action he usually took, wasn’t the comfort he had been taught to offer. "[_____], look at me sweetheart." His fingers gently swept your hair away from your face, his thumbs tenderly brushing away every slow tear. His stomach sunk under the prospect of the many nights you cried alone in the vast empty cavern of your home with no comfort. The thought sickened him.

jazz artist! taehyung feels something small and vulnerable stir beneath the layers of indifference he had worn for so long. His touch soothes every hurt that spills from your beautiful eyes. "Shhh, I'm here baby, I'm right here," His voice thick with a tenderness he wasn’t sure how to handle. "I know you've been trying so hard, so hard," He begins, unbeknownst to what his sentence would trail on. "You've been so good to me Jagiya," There it is, that word he had reserved only for you. "I'm a terrible person for leaving you alone for so long, for always doing the bare minimum and letting you do all the hard work in our relationship," He instinctively pulled you close, his arms wrapping around your frame.

jazz artist! taehyung felt your face buried into his shoulder, your sobs muffled against his shirt, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he allowed himself to feel the weight of your sorrow. His palm gently patted your back, rubbing soothing circles to ease the tension that built a home in your bones.

NSFW

jazz artist! taehyung will gently cups your face between his palms, before slotting his lips against your own, the electricity between you both surges, and before either of you can think about it too long, the distance is gone. He can feel the way your fingers tug at the fabric of his overcoat, nimble fingers unbuttoning the material between breathless open-mouthed kisses. "Tae..." Your voice is a haze, between the frantic shuffle of cloth. He's drunken on the hitch of your voice when his heart-shaped lips press deliberate kisses down your throat. His roughened fingers slide down the straps of your dress as if he’s reclaiming something lost. You know the weight of his silence—months of distance have made it heavier, shattered with the jagged breath of desire he can’t seem to tame.

jazz artist! taehyung moves with impatience, pulling at the fabric of your dress as though it’s been a barrier too long. He doesn’t speak; he doesn't need to. There’s nothing gentle about the way he touches you—no softness or hesitation—only the kind of urgency that comes from months of absence, of waiting for something to break between you. His lips press against your skin, each kiss a mark of both frustration and longing, almost as if the tenderness of what’s been lost would be swallowed up by the ferocity of this moment.

jazz artist! taehyung lifts your body, your back bracing against the tiled wall. You feel the contrast in his touch: the hardness of his hands, the feverish press of his chest bare against your own, and yet, buried beneath it all, a faint tremor. A soft break in his detached exterior, "Taehyung..." You begin, fisting your fingers into his soft tresses. The heat of his mouth against your sternum produces a desperate whimper from you. Taehyung's eyes are half-lowered, lips curving in the ghost of a smirk at the sound he pulled from you. "Hm?"

His body moves with the kind of desperation that has built up over months of emotional distance. “Tell me, baby what is it?” He muses, the low timber of his words ghost over the soft flesh of your breast before his lips press against the supple skin. “Tell me what you need angel,” His hand delicately cups the curve of the other mound, soulful whiskey eyes locking you in place. The other had secured firmly beneath the curve of your ass keeping you in place. “Oh–” Your eyes widen at the audacious skim of his thumb over your nipple, drawing feather-light traces over the erect skin.

His sultry gaze takes in the slow rise and fall of your chest, feeling your heart thrash beneath his lips.”You’re my girl,” His voice is low, his eyes holding a weight that pressed down against your ribcage, threatening to snap the brittle bones. “Understand?” You swallow thickly, nodding at the command. “Only I can touch you like this,” 

His lips trace a blazing trail down the slope of your breast, the straight line of his nose pressed against the plush flesh with an agonizing kiss. “I’m so sorry baby,” The low velvet of his voice tremors ever so slightly, “For everything.” His lips skim up your chest, pressing against your neck,“I swear, I’m gonna spend every day,” The soft curve of his lips graze the skin behind your ear, the warmth of his palm gently squeezing your breast, “Loving you so good.” 

And who are you to reject the tender promises he repeated time and time again like a broken record? To reject the deliberate bliss he finally granted you after months of abandonment.

jazz artist! taehyung sinks your frame into the soft material of your mattress; leaving both your clothes a puddle of cloth at the foot of the bed. His hands smooth down the curves of your silhouette. Once again, you’re at his mercy, at the mercy of his empty promises and the touches you craved from the man who tore parts of you and left you hollow. 

I hate you. You think, watching the deep hue of his irises swim beneath the yellow lamp at your bedside table. Admiring the god-like symmetry of his features, and the delicate furrow of his brows when his nose gently bumps against your own. His soft breath caresses your skin, “I love you,” He exhales, his hands gently raised to your cheek, and you’re lost once again in the small smile that lifts his face, and the rosy hue of his bled cheeks. 

You don’t. You fight back the words, replacing them with a small smile. I hate you Kim Taehyung. You want to sputter the blatant lies in his face, watch his tender boxy smile turn forlorn, watch the warmth of his irises grow distant and detached as they had always been when you felt your cheeks warm at his presence when butterflies spun restlessly in your gut. Instead, you smile, your nose brushing against his own, as your thumb greets the mole beneath his left eye. “I love you too,” You whisper.

jazz artist! taehyung feels the hesitation of your words, senses the unforetold words caught in your throat, and watches you swallow them down and replace the syllables with a smile. He can taste the bitter lack of trust when he kisses your lips and can feel the fear of abandonment on your tongue. He swallows it down, tasting the sweetness of your mouth, intoxicating himself with your untold secrets. He wanted you to talk to him, to bend and break him with the weight of grief you’ve been keeping to yourself for all these months because of him. The thought of your sweet smile and all the small things you remembered about him being ripped away was terrifying.

 You were the only person who truly loved him

jazz artist! taehyung touches the soft dips of your hip, taking in every inch of you. Every scar you complained about, every childhood scab. He memorized them all and kissed every one of them like constellations in the night. He leaned forward, his mouth brushing against your own. You felt the warmth of his throat spilling into your own, your lips feverishly trailed down his neck, the broad span of his chest, tasting the sweet pulse of his beating heart, and the alkaline sheen that coated his honeyed skin. “I need you TeTe,” The familiar nickname rests on your tongue, your fingers teasing the dips and curves of his abdomen. He released a ragged breath, one held for too long. Your fingers continued their path, tracing every chiseled line, down to the the fine line of hair. You felt the tremor in his gut, every heave of his breath. Your hands dared to skim over the swelling curve of his length, expelling a breathy groan from his lips. His quick hands wrap around the plush of your thighs, drawing them apart.

jazz artist! taehyung your own breath tremored when his hand slid down your navel; between your legs. “Taehyung–” Your voice faltered in a sigh, feeling beads of arousal spill from your weeping cunt. A slight chuckle escapes him, before a pair dipped low gathered the wetness, and massaged the warmth over your throbbing nub, the gesture lessure and sensual. You knew the feeling outmatched your own fingers on the desperate nights you failed to reach anything near pleasure, the fruitless attempts of your fingers curled deep inside of you whispering his name like an unkempt prayer, only to fall on your back hopless and humiliated. 

jazz artist! taehyung

wraps the digits around his lips, humming at the taste, his tongue lathers over them, before slowly releasing. He watches your face, carefully memorizing the soft crease of your brows as you bite down on your lip, the quiver of your gut, and the breathy sigh when his fingers slip in with ease. The drunken haze of your eyes, as your lips part in shallow pants. He’s amused by the way your walls flutter around his fingers, every clench eliciting a soft moan.

 “I know it’s been so long, I’m sorry,” He whispers, his words failing to coat the slight amusement of watching your needy hole suck in his digits. Too blissed out to acknowledge the croon of his voice, and too relived at the stretch of his tanned slender fingers. He slowly works you open, skillful fingers curling and bending as though adjusting the keys of his instrument, drawing breathless melodies from your lips. You squirm and gasp, as he holds you in place, his hand flattening over your midsection as his fingers scissor your hole.

“M-m’ g-gonna—” Your voice is urgent, hands fitting the pillow beneath your head. “I know.” His eyes pin you in place, his fingers carefully pumping in and out of you before picking up his pace. “T-Tae-hyung!” His name hurls past your lips, as you burrow your face into the soft cotton. Your knees trembling with the force of your impending release. It’s almost shameful how every thrust of his fingers draws out a wet squelch; the sounds melding with his heavy breathing and your own. 

jazz artist! taehyung  presses a kiss to your knee when you finally release coating his fingers in your pleasure. “Better?” A small smile tugs at his lips, before brushing his strands away from his sight. “Hm..” You nod, your joints sore from being spread open for so long. His thumbs gently kneed at the sore muscles of your inner thighs and lower pelvis. He presses another kiss to your knee, before carefully resting them over his shoulders; adjusting his body over your own. Your eyes flicker down between your bodies, watching the way his hand smoothed over himself, gathering a hoarse moan from the base of his throat. His eyelids fell shut, and the soft flesh of his lip caught between his teeth. You moaned from the mere sight alone, before sighing at the spurt of warmth that dripped over your sensitive flesh. A hand holds your leg in place, the other slowly guiding the flushed head of his cock into your entrance. 

jazz artist! taehyung  feels the tension in your joints melt away once he’s fully pressed. His lips find your own in a daze, crushing his mouth against your own, before setting a pace. He swallows every desperate cry, groaning at the way your fingers dig into his biceps, this only spurs him on. His hips curve into your own, ignorant to the sobs that begin to rip from your throat, drinking in every plea to slow down his pace. His grip on your leg grows firmer, fucking himself into you at a restless pace. He’s lost far beneath the fabric of tender affection and vows. Every snap of his hips punctuates the deep-rooted frustration, balled up deep inside of him. His hand rests over the headboard; before lowering your other leg against the curve of his lip. You’re sobbing, broken cries heaving through your chest, “T-Tae–” Your voice breaks off in a wail.

His breathing is ragged against your neck, bruising your cervix with every push, “You can take it,” He grits, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh. You shake your head with half a consciousness, choking on your drool, “C-Cant–” Your hand weakly pushes at his chest, whining in frustration, “T-Tae it hurts,” You know deep you don’t want it to stop, the saccharine burn of pain and pleasure numbing your senses. “Fuck, I know baby just hold on a little more,” He mumbles, burrowing the shared aches of your fraying relationship deep inside of you, “Fuck, fuck—” He groans against the damp skin of your neck, pumping deep inside of you. Your cry out, as he wrings out a second orgasm from your fucked out cunt. 

jazz artist! taehyung realizes the weight of his actions after the haze clears his mind. He acknowledges the possibility of impregnating you hangs looms over your heads. He lays breathless by your side, before gathering you in his arms. “Hey,” His lips press against your temple, rubbing your back in tender circles. Your eyes flicker up to his own before your entire frame grows tense realizing what the two of you had done. The panic in your eyes is palatable, he can sense the endless possibilities trampling through your mind.

“[____], I can hear you thinking,” He cups your cheeks, pressing his forehead to your own. “Stop, okay.” You shake your head, pushing away from him. “What the fuck did we just do?” You sit up, your head falling against your palms. Taehyung sits up, confusion drawn on his face, “What do you mean? We made love.” He chuckles dryly, and his smile drops when he realizes how upset you are. “No Taehyung, you fucked me, and now you’re going to gather your things and walk out the door like you always do,” You pointed an accusing finger at him, gathering the sheets over your frame protectively. You watch as his brows furrow in hurt, “No…no–I’m not [_____],” His voice falls to a whisper, “God no,” He runs a stressed hand through his hair, exhaling. “I wouldn’t okay?”

jazz artist! taehyung feels his heart crack at every accusation you throw at him. “I love you,”  He swallows thickly, assuring you, “I love you, okay?” His hand reaches out to touch you, to gently usher you back into his embrace. You roughly slap his hand away, rejecting every offer of comfort. “And if I find out I’m pregnant? What the hell are you gonna do? You’re going to leave and never show your face again,” You seeth, your eyes sharp. He’s taken aback when you finally confront him when you spill every bit of resentment tucked in the depth of your soul. You have every right to think he would, to assume he would walk out the door and never show his face. “I’m not,” He doesn’t hesitate to deny your claims, to shut down every possibility you throw at his face.

His voice is calm, his eyes brimming with ingenuity. “I won’t, not ever. I swear on my life.” He moves closer, gently lowering his hands to your shoulders, turning you to face him, “I promise Jagiya,” His eyes flicker over your face, wide with anxiety. He watches your shoulders slump in defeat, as you finally give in, “I’m serious Taehyung,” Your breath, wavering with the threat of unushered tears. “So am I,” He exhales, pulling you close against his chest, before whispering sweet nothings against your hair, “I deserve every little thing you said, I know I do, and I’m glad you let it out of your chest,” His hand rubs over your arm, slanting your face to his own before kissing away your tears. “I’m so sorry baby,” His lips press against your nose, to your forehead, and down to your mouth. “I love you too,” You respond to his prior confession, wrapping your arms around his neck, “And I forgive you Tae,” You murmer the words burrowing your face into the warmth of his chest. “Thank you,” He sighs, pressing a chaste kiss to your hairline before unraveling his limbs from you.

jazz artist! taehyung returns with a washcloth and a small bucket of warm water. He takes his time cleaning up the space between your legs, his fingers brushing over the bruises on your thighs, before cleaning himself up and returning to the warmth of your embrace. “I was too rough, are you okay?” He whispers. “I’m okay,” You whisper, pressing a kiss against his chest. He’s contempt just being with you like this; months of unsolved tensions subdued. For the first time in weeks, he was able to ease his mind. Not even the possibility of a child could draw him away, because deep down, Taehyung knew he would do anything and everything to keep you close.

The prospect of you with anyone else, or suffering alone made him nauseous, “Are you asleep?” He whispers, drawing soft shapes over your back, “Kind of,” You whisper, “Why?” He presses his chin against your head, securing his arms tighter around your waist, “I don’t know, I just…” He sighs, shaking his head, “A baby is kind of cute, don’t you think?” A smile creeps over his lip at your scoff, “I’m praying hard that I don’t get pregnant, I don’t think I’m ready,” Taehyung hums, “You’ll be a great mom though,” His hand gently caresses the curve of your ass, his thumb brushing over your hip. “I guess.” You sleepily murmer, snuggling yourself further into the warmth of his skin. “Do you wanna mess around with the new radio tomorrow?” Your fingers gently comb through his brown strands, your eyes darting up to his own, “I think I’d much rather mess around with you,” A small smile curls at his lips, before breaking into a pained laugh at the smack you delivered to his chest. “Fuck, sorry.”

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Boyfriend Jungkook

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Gn!reader

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Request: can i request a headcanon of what jungkook would be like in a relationship? thank you <3

Warnings: mentions of being hit by a car (jokingly), not proofread

A/n: I miss Jungkook 😭 | fundraiser

Jimin ver. | Taehyung ver. | Jungkook ver.

‌He 100% fell first

‌And besides falling in love first, he also took the initiative

‌Kinda like the seven mv scenario

‌He was determined to get you to like him

‌Bro is also the embodiment of all love languages mixed, but I think he's more of a physical touch and service acts

‌I see him being very clingy, even when you're around other people

‌But specially when it's night, right before you both go to sleep

‌And also right after waking up

‌You'll be wakening up to his hugs and kisses

‌And acts of service because have you seen this man? He's always doing everything to everyone

‌You get scary dog privileges lmao

‌No creep on the street ever stares at you once they see Jungkook following you like a shadow

‌Among the boys, I think he's the one who'd get jealous the most

‌Of course, nothing too bizarre nor extreme

‌It's just that he'll immediately cling on you once he doesn't like the vibe of the person who's trying small talk with you

‌And then he does that thing with his eyes where he's just like 👁️👁️

‌Introduces you to the boys and his family as soon as he can

‌And the boys knew everything about you before even meeting you for the first time because my bro jungkook could not shut up about you for a mere second😭

‌But at least that gave them a really good first impression of you

‌If you had a good sleeping schedule before... I'm so sorry

‌It's all about going to sleep at midnight and waking up at 3 am

‌But he's trying to get better at this 😭

‌It's actually kind of sweet because he feels like he can sleep better next to you

‌There was this one time where you were extremely tired and went to bed at 7 pm and he went as well?? And he actually slept all the way through??

‌Spams your phone with texts all the time

‌In all possible social medias

‌+99 notifications on Instagram, tiktok, twitter and whatever other social media you might have

‌Also texts you the most random things through his day

‌"I almost got hit by a car would you believe it? Btw, are you still free tonight? I was thinking about going out for dinner"

‌And if you think about this in a scenario where he's an idol

‌I think he'd be able to hide your relationship for a while, but soon enough people would find out about it

‌He's just SO proud of being with you

‌And the effects of your life on his are just so obvious

‌Even if people didn't find pictures of you two together or this sort of thing, they'd still think Jungkook was dating someone

‌And the fact hybe never denied it just adds to the whole thing

‌But if people ever find out about it and then those crazy "fans" start to attack you, Jungkook is ready to sue anyone tbh

‌Sings all the time as well

‌You have exclusive serenades sung to you every day, you're that lucky!!

‌And constantly tries to impress you

‌Like yeah, you're married for 20 years now and he's still playing football like his life depends on it just because you're watching

‌Overall he's just the sweetest and most devoted bf to ever exist

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Thank you for reading!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @butnotmontana

Credits for images 1 2 and 3

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

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Bts when jealous -

Thanks to @crabby-libra for the suggestion 💕🫶🏽Kinda short because I didn’t know what else to write lmfao

Namjoon:

• This will change his whole demeanour. Like he’s gonna be cold and won’t talk much, will definitely go mute until he musters up the courage to talk to you about his feelings. (Will take him some time because he wants to work through his emotions and feelings first)

• He can’t help being jealous. He just feels too much, too deeply.

• Will talk to you about how he’s feeling after and explain what made him jealous.

• Jaw clenching and eyebrow raise

• Is really a big baby and will also show his jealousy by sulking

• GUILT!! He will feel so guilty afterwards for acting the way he did. And will make up for it. (Constant cuddles/kisses, gifts etc)

Jin:

• Will definitely let you know about it. Is 100% blunt and honest with how he feels

• But will also probably tell you he’s jealous but won’t tell you why.

• Like he’s gonna say snarky comments and catch an attitude real bad.

• Very petty and will give you the cold shoulder, but in a dramatic way.

• & he will just overdramatise everything but will still want you around him. He just has to be dramatic first.

• He’s gonna be meannnnn! Especially if he’s jealous about another person, he will be kinda bitchy towards them (but in the most Jin way lfmao)

Yoongi:

• Silent but tries to act like he’s okay.

• Will definitely play it off like he’s not bothered. Loads of shoulder shrugging and halfassed smiles. Meanwhile my guy is seething lfmao

• He hates feeling jealous so he will mostly keep it to himself. But if you ask about it then he will tell you and you both will probably have a straightforward conversation about it where he tells you how he feels and why, and where you both work it out.

• Loads of side eyes though. Like he’s watching the fuck out of you.

Hobi:

• He’s gonna laugh about it. Yes he’s jealous but he’s not gonna take it seriously (or at least try too)

• He will tell himself how silly he’s being but still can’t help feel the jealousy in his body.

• Will try to act like he’s okay but deep down, he’s mad as fuck. He just doesn’t want you to worry or doubt yourself.

• Eye rolls and pouts

• Tries to distract himself

• Will confide in others about how he’s feeling to see if he’s not tripping.

Jimin:

• This jealousy is eating him alive

• Loads of side eyes and death glares

• Eyebrow raises and petty comments.

• If he’s jealous about another person with you then he’s going to be all over you, hands on you, arm resting on you. Just to let the other person know that they don’t have a chance.

• Might be times where he might try to make you jealous in return.

• He kind of gets possessive lfmao

• And when it gets too much for him he will pull you to the side and tell you what’s bothering him. All said with a sulky voice.

Taehyung:

• Will tell you he’s jealous but won’t tell you why for a while because he wants to be dramatic for a bit.

• Will sulk and moan about it.

• Will eventually tell you why he’s jealous while also seeking for some reassurance.

• He’s going to talk to everyone and anyone about how jealous he is. He don’t give a fuck honestly. He needs to get it off his chest and will definitely bitch about the other person. But don’t worry he won’t bitch about you of course.

Jungkook:

• He will sulk and pout or be moody. No in between

• He will want to talk to you about it but a part of him doesn’t want to say anything so he might just shut down.

• He hates feeling jealous, so you will see his whole demeanour change. I see him becoming more silent and closed off. But it can range from that to him being totally sulky.

• He will glare the other person down

• Tongue in cheek and eyebrow twitch.

• A sly smirk and shake of his head.

• He will be moody for sure but will also still be around you. He will just be more touchy than he already is. Like he’s making sure everyone knows you’re together.

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Nothing to object here👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼😂😂 FACTS💯

hello. once again ~ apropos of nothing ~ i am humbly requesting that you rank the bts members by how scary they are. thanks ily or whatever!

Okay least scary to most scary:

7. Jeon Jungkook - I'M SORRY. But this scrunchy bunny can build all the muscle he wants and drive whatever motorcycle he wants he is a SOFTIE. He is not scary at all, 0/10 scary level.

6. Min Yoongi - he can say whatever shit in his raps he wants, this man has admitted that he's never seriously yelled at anyone in his life. the scariest shit he'll do is say he's disappointed in you and you'll feel like crap for a hundred years. 1/10 scary level.

5. Kim Taehyung - he LOOKS scary on stage but i am pretty convinced it's just stage persona and he's not actually like that even when angry if the cameras aren't rolling. strikes me as more of a pouty, indignant whining angry bread boy. will threaten to shoot poison darts when mad - it's cute. 3/10 scary.

4. Kim Namjoon - quiet scary. gets TOO quiet and you're like oh shit, he's quiet. 4/10 scary level.

3. Jung Hoseok - can be 9/10 scary level but it only happens during dancing and never in ~the wild~ so it puts him in third.

2. Kim Seokjin - i dont need to even explain, do i? we've all see the looks. the LOOKS. can shut my obnoxious ass up with one (1) bombastic side-eye. 9/10 scary.

1. Park Jimin - WILL cut you, WILL fuck up your life and you will NEVER SEE IT COMING bc this sweet beautiful literal angel on earth tucked you in when you fell asleep on the couch yesterday 10/10 scary.

friendly remind that i'm just shitposting and this is very unserious okay i love you all bye

[broken-mandolin0357]

Hi! Can I ask for a fic with bts Jungkook, where reader is pregnant and has some difficulties during her pregnancy and Kook is super gentle and caring, making sure she's as comfortable as he can make her? Over all a bit angsty because of worried and concerned Kook, but super fluffy with the way he takes cake of his partner. ♥️

It would make me really happy if you wrote something like that, but of course it's up to you and whether you like it or not. ♥️

Thank you, take care! 😘

╚ Fluff|| Fluff, angst?|| Established relationship (marriage)|| headcanons|| GN! reader, but written with Fem! Reader in mind

╚ Sypnosis: "Pregnancy in one process which is the prettiest yet sometimes the cruelest process a lady goes through for lover...weird, no? But you're lucky, your husband loves looking after you!"

╚ Author's letter: Thank you for requesting this!! Sorry for releasing this late!! Though this is not something i'd write usually, I'm happy to write this!!

Jeon Jeongguk (전정국) X Pregnant! S/O

◆ Okay now we have particular stages of pregnancy and no, I don't mean the first, second and third trimester, I mean the different times in your pregnancy where you were treated completely different by Jungkook...

The reveal of pregnancy

◆Jungkook was with you in the gym and exercising, he was helping you in all the exercises like the sweetheart he was and something as on your mind, you were thinking how to reveal it to him that you were pregnant...Not like you were afraid he wouldn't want it because he's too much of a sweetheart and you both have been married for while now..But still...

◆ Jungkook was always playful, sweet, and sometime even sassy with you...Not like you minded, you knew what you signed up for and you loved him for being his sassy self and he would treat you like a independent person like you should be treated!!!

◆ You thought about it and even asked the members for suggestion on how to do it under the excuse on how they would think Jungkook would want to learn about your pregnancy, all of them had different ideas and you obviously got no-where....Until you decided to do it like any normal person, small but simply getting him a onesie in his favourite colour for your future bunny...

◆ You got home form shopping a bit and you were easily tired since your pregnancy...you fell asleep on the bed with Bam, with the bag with the onesie out thinking Jungkook was gonna take time to get home...unluckily, Jungkook came home early and saw the bag, he thought it was for him and wasn't trying to but couldn't resist seeing what was inside...and when he found the onesie...your symptoms started to make sense...

◆ The nausea, tiredness and nose bleeds and other good stuff...He immediately got behind you and became the big spoon, holding your stomach...He was SO excited for it...He cried a few tears wiping them on your top's shoulder and kissed your cheek, holding the onesie tightly in his hand as he held your stomach and slept with you...

◆ When you woke up found him immediately kissing you again and again and smiling at your tummy and kissing your tummy as well...And that is when you realized he found out because you literally fell asleep putting the bag in front of his face... Your mentally slapped yourself, but smiled because at-least you were gonna have a baby with the one you loved the most...No?

The first few weeks...

◆ The first few weeks ere fine, with Jungkook revealing your pregnancy to everyone; the members and your parents and his parents and your family and his family and yeah..

◆ He was pretty chill with you during the first few weeks but did put a bit of restrictions on certain things like NO alcohol, sushi, raw meat and those types of things...I mean he has a point and of-course you followed those rules!

◆ Jungkook would also kind of make sure you're not training too hard during gym dates with him...Making sure you don't lift too heavy weights, you don't get your heartbeat over 180 beats per min, made sure you had plenty of water, a change of clothing, made sure to escort you to the toilet to pee a million times with a smile on his face, you know just being a bit protective...Nothing too much!!

◆ Jungkook would hold your hands when you walked down stairs, up stairs, made sure you wouldn't slip on the floor after getting out of shower, you didn't eat anything that made you feel sick and all that!!

v The first time he saw the baby at the ultrasound...he definitely cried a few tears and as you laid on the bed, Jungkook siting beside you face buried in your chest as he cried a bit of tears as you pat his head...Jungkook slowly looked up from his positing of his face buried in your chest to stare at the baby and smiled at it and kissed you and you had to manage him being a bit lovey-dovey during the next few days...

The first kick, first craving and the first time Jungkook cried because he wanted to have the baby out of you and in his arms.....

◆ Slowly the weeks passed and your stomach definitely grew...He would literally share everything in his closet with you and even brought you clothing matching him which is made to accommodate to your pregnant belly throughout the pregnancy from the first month to the ninth and of-course you cried and he spend the next few minutes holding you on his lap and kissing you and comforting you cluelessly...

◆ Jungkook would take you on a good babymoon and he even brought along the boys so they could all celebrate being the crazy boys they are and give you a free show and you ended up crying because you were so thankful to them for making you smile and the boys especially had to comfort you saying they were basically your brothers and friends and whatnot and you shouldn't cry and yeah that did not help cause you cried more because it made you more happy...

◆ All the boys are a bit clueless except Namjoon, cause when Jungkook wouldn't allow you to have coffee or caffeine cause it would be bad for the baby, Namjoon came to your rescue saying it was okay for pregnant women to consume a certain amount of and yeah he saved you...

◆ Jungkook is also kind of insecure along-side you, despite following you to every appointment and class...he feels as though he would never be enough for the baby, often leaving them out of the picture as a idol or the child would have to live upto the harsh standard his father made which they wouldn't be able to follow and start to hate him...Of-course that's not true as you let him cry into your belly comforting him by running your fingers through his hair and explaining how he would be the best father rather than he worst husband!!

◆ Jungkook once saw you get insecure about your stretch marks and god....what thing she did that night to make sure you found it beautiful as he fucked you...punishing you for when you degraded yourself and praised you the whole night and made sure....to leave many hickeys near your stomach to find in the morning ....It was one blessed night and he got scared he hurt you in the morning...

◆ Oh and speaking of sex..he barely has sex with you, not that there's anything wrong, he finds you very sexy and beautiful but still kind of scared he will crush the baby or something even though you explained that not only was sex a good way to kick-start labor but also the baby won't even feel you both having sex...still he felt embarrassed by it and you didn't have sex for until the baby was out...

◆ And as you reached closer to your ninth month...Oh god...the switch in Jungkook flipped because you were no longer allowed to lift weights in the gym....no jumping, no rough cardio, no those types of stuff where you sweat a lot, become kind of drained and feel pain...he ain't gonna risk shit! He was treating you like a small newborn kitten...you didn't hate it..but still...it took him...a lot to be convinced to let you move around a bit...you get to play with Bam, so that's good!!

The closer the due date got...

◆ Oh and the time when the due date got closer he was so fucking stressed he revealed your pregnancies to ARMY and they of-course were head-over-heels to say hello to Jungkook's baby despite knowing they won't see it's face they didn't care about that, everyone send gifts and so much more to Jungkook the next fanmeet...

◆ You and Jungkook didn't even have to shop for ninety percent of the things as you got everything from fans themselves, still for safety reasons you made sure there wasn't any camera attached and everything and even the boys got you a lot of things...the baby was gonna be spoiled rotten as you would have guessed...

◆ Jungkook also get EXTREMELY protective during this time cause he felt you were very vulnerable during this time...and made sure you didn't leave the house a lot, unless VERY important he got everything for you or got someone to do it!!

◆ Jungkook made sure the crib and everything was set and packed your hospital bags 2 months in advance just incase....And he would wash the baby stuff's and clothes a million times and make sure everything was spotless for them for when they come home!!

◆ Held your hand very tightly through the whole labor and delivery and when he held the baby, he definitely cried and the boys though teased a bit were very happy for him if not more than you and Jungkook, they helped Jungkook in all the fatherly duties cause the boy is still a baby at heart and everyone listens to the maknae no? Your baby definitely grew to be very humble yet spoiled.....

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[cinnamooniee]

❝𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞❞

characters: non idol husband jungkook x nurse female reader

summary: After a tiring day at work, Y/N returns home to her caring husband Jungkook <3

genre: lots of fluff and comfort

word count: 1,063

The soft click of the door sounds louder than it should as I step into our apartment, the familiar quiet welcoming me home. My feet ache, and my back is sore after another long shift at the hospital. I let out a tired sigh as I drop my bag by the door and slip off my shoes, wincing at the relief. All I want right now is to collapse into bed, to let my body melt into the sheets and forget about the day.

As I turn to head to the bedroom, I hear a familiar, warm voice.

“You’re home, baby.”

I look up and see Jungkook standing in the hallway, his dark hair a little messy, wearing those comfy sweatpants and the oversized hoodie I love seeing him in. His smile is soft, his eyes filled with that warmth that always makes my heart flutter, no matter how tired I am. Before I can even respond, he’s walking towards me, arms wide open.

I practically melt into his embrace the second his arms wrap around me. His chest is solid and warm, and for a moment, I let myself forget everything. The exhaustion, the long day, the chaos at the hospital—it all fades away when I’m with him.

“Tough day?” he murmurs, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head as he rocks me slightly in his arms.

“Yeah,” I sigh, leaning more into him. “It felt like I was running on empty all day. I'm so tired I could probably fall asleep standing here.”

I feel him chuckle softly, the sound vibrating against my cheek where it rests on his chest. His laughter always has this calming effect on me, like a reminder that everything is okay when I'm with him.

“Not on my watch,” he says, pulling back just enough to look at me, brushing a few strands of hair away from my face. His touch is so gentle, so familiar. “C’mon, let's get you comfortable.”

Without waiting for my response, he takes my hand and leads me into the living room. The soft glow of fairy lights fills the space, casting a warm, cozy ambiance over the room. My eyes land on the couch, where there’s a blanket already laid out, along with a bowl of snacks and my favorite iced tea waiting on the coffee table.

I blink, my heart swelling at the thoughtfulness. “Did you do all this for me?”

“Of course,” he says, smiling as he gently guides me to sit down. “I know how hard you’ve been working. You deserve to come home to something nice.”

His words make my heart flutter in my chest. As I settle onto the couch, I feel the weight of the day lifting off my shoulders. The softness of the cushions and the warmth of Jungkook’s presence are all I need.

“You’re too good to me,” I say quietly, though I can’t help the smile creeping onto my face.

He shakes his head, giving me that playful smile that always makes me fall for him all over again. “Nah, I just love spoiling my hardworking wife.”

My heart skips a beat at the word "wife." It still feels new, even though we’ve been married for a while now. Every time he says it, it makes me feel warm and tingly inside.

“You don’t have to do all this,” I say softly, though I know deep down how much it means to me.

Jungkook just shrugs, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I want to. You take care of people all day long. Let me take care of you when you come home.”

His hands gently settle on my shoulders, starting to knead out the knots that have been building up all day. I let out a soft groan of relief, my eyes closing as I lean back into his touch. It feels so good to have him here, to feel his hands easing away all the tension I’ve been carrying.

“You’re amazing...” I mumble, too tired to do anything but relax into his care.

He hums, continuing to massage my shoulders. “I try.”

The tenderness in his voice makes my chest feel warm and tight. He really is amazing, always knowing exactly what I need without me even having to say a word. He presses a kiss to my temple, and I sigh in contentment.

“Let me take care of you tonight,” he says softly, pulling me closer until I’m leaning against his chest, my head resting comfortably on his shoulder.

I nod, not even trying to fight it. I could fall asleep like this—wrapped up in his arms, with the sound of his heartbeat in my ear. The weight of the day seems so far away now, like it’s just a distant memory.

Jungkook reaches for the remote and turns on the TV, flipping to our favorite show without even asking. He knows me too well. We’ve watched this show together a hundred times, but it doesn’t matter. It’s familiar, comforting—just like him.

His arm wraps around my shoulders, pulling me even closer, and I feel his hand gently running through my hair. The soothing motion makes my eyelids grow heavier by the second. The exhaustion from the day is finally catching up to me, but in the best way. In his arms, I feel safe, protected. Loved.

“Jungkook?” I whisper, my voice barely audible as sleep starts to take over.

“Yeah?” His voice is soft, so full of love.

“Thank you… for always being here for me.”

His hand pauses for a moment in my hair, and I feel him press a soft kiss to the top of my head. “Always, baby. Always.”

✿✿✿ ☕ ✿✿✿

[red40overdose]

Quick Yandere!Jin x GN!Reader Headcanons

WC: 400+

- A bit on the softer side

- Jin was raised traditionally, his mother and father always reinforcing a more romantic approach to courting

- He wants to at least try to romance you first

- He’ll introduce himself with a charming smile that you fall for

- Jin is a handsome man and silver tongued

- Of course you agree to go on a date with him

- He picks you up from your house right on time like he said he would

- In his arms is a brilliant bouquet of roses

- Blushing you invite him in so you can put them in his vase

- Now not only does he have your address but he also has a good idea about blind spots throughout half of your house

- He takes you to a restaurant a nice one up high in a skyscraping building

- The whole thing makes you nervous it's way more then you can afford

- This is exactly what Jin wants

- Slowly he starts integrating himself into your life, into your finances

- You lose your job for some bullshit reason your boss is nervous and stuttering

- Every job you apply to falls through and soon you find yourself not being able to afford rent

- With a smile Jin moves you into his apartment

- Before you can even blink your entirely dependent on Jin

- You have no money of your own no assets no support system

- So when Jin starts getting a little more controlling there's nothing you can do about it

- He starts picking out your outfits, light colored pastels often matching his own. It doesn't matter if it's not your style it's what Jin likes

- He manages to convince you to stop applying for jobs

- Why do you need one? He's there to take care of you. You don't need to worry about anything

- He starts to dictate who you can and can talk to. It starts with small comments that weed themselves into your mind

- "I don't really like how so and so seems to never think about you. They always treat you like a second option dont you think?"

- You didn't think that. But after Jin says it you can't stop thinking about it.... was he right?

- When you fight about it he buys you gifts. Expensive thoughtful ones that make you feel so guilty

- Soon he's doing everything for you.

- Deciding what you wear where you go what you eat what you do

- Jin has you in lock and key

- Like you are nothing more than a doll to sit up on a shelf, only pulled down when he want to play with you

- And there's really nothing you can do about it