#bts j-hope x reader

[seokjinsonlyone]

even more niche boyfriend things i think bts would do

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

namjoon:

not a newborn baby but is a big proponent of the kangaroo care concept; like loves to cuddle you while he’s shirtless; him on his back you laid on top of him, skin touching skin at every possible contact point; it does it for him every time

sends you pictures of animals he finds wandering around when he’s out and about 

takes soooo many pictures of you; don't get me wrong there's a fair share of couples photos like you're definitely taking selfies together whenever y'all go out but he takes twice as many off guard pictures of you as posed ones; definitely has a pic of you during golden hour forlornly looking out a window as his lockscreen

asks you to make him a playlist and listens to it whenever he misses you even if it's really disjointed and doesn't fit his mood simply bc you made it and he's always in the mood for you <333

learns to be more gentle around you so he becomes 5-7% less clumsy when you’re around

if you went to a party together i think there’d only be like one hour max where you’re separated from each other any more than that and y’all both start getting fidgety from missing each other bc if you’re in the same space you absolutely have to be together; when you do meet back up he tucks you up underneath his arm and kisses your temple and y’all are sickly cute for the rest of the night; like enough lovey dovey pda to make someone nauseous

always amazed at the amount of stuff you manage to bring out the house; like you'll come out after him and he sees you walking towards the car, arms stuffed to the brim with water bottles and lotions and umbrellas and whatever else you deemed necessary for the day's outings, so he has to rush to help you before you drop everything; eventually gets hip to the fact that you're a a girl and you're always gonna have bunch of things and starts pre-loading your belongings so you won't have to struggle

Oblivious Boyfriend™; as smart and emotionally intelligent and mindful as he is, he's not a mindreader; like he be so focused on his feelings for you, his passions, and his work that he lowkey don't know wtf going on outside of that; so if there's something going on around you or something wrong with you or you have a problem with him you're gonna have to spell it out lest he be none the wiser

doesn't like when you watch him work out because you're more of a distraction than anything but he does like going to you straight after working out; he gets a real kick out of the way you ogle him and feel up on his biceps while he's all pumped up 

he really likes when you call him cute nicknames; joon, joonie, joonie boonie, namu like it lowkey make his heart soar; his personal favorite is joon bug you call him that and he would literally steal the moon if you asked 

seokjin:

tests out all his new recipes on you; feeds you bites to taste along the way so you're not too hungry because he's a perfectionist and it takes him extra time for him to plate it; "the presentation is just as important as the taste!"

likes when you’re in the same room as him while he plays his games; not necessarily watching him but just your company is enough; switches between focusing on the game and engaging you in conversation so you won’t get bored; would actually love it if you did take an interest in whatever game he was playing; would take his time explaining the back story of each character and their strengths and weaknesses; would start a separate game so that you could play and have you sit between his legs while he helped you with the controls

has to kiss you at least 3 times before leaving the house; once when you wake up, once while you’re going through your morning routine, and once before you leave; more kisses may be shared but any less than three and he swears his whole day is thrown off

he’s going to pick at you; there’s just no way around it it’s in his nature; he won’t do it enough to make you actually annoyed but enough that you wanna smack him around a little; which… he likes things like that

has no problem singing and dancing whenever y'all are casually listening to music but if you actually wanted him to sing for you he'd get all shy, red in the ears and neck and would have to take a couple days to practice before following through

begs you to join him for tennis practice bc he wants you two to become the next venus and serena

y’all will do that one couples trend on tiktok where they paint each other and then reveal the pictures at the end and it’s not like yours is fantastic or anything but you can tell that you at least tried; meanwhile when you see seokjin’s painting you can’t tell if you’re looking at a distorted walrus or a possessed squirrel either way it is NOT you no matter how much he insists it looks like you

stays sending you thirst traps; like whenever he looks good whether it's bc he's all dolled up for some event or he's fresh out the shower with his hair slicked back or he just sees himself in a mirror and remembers he's worldwide handsome, his phone is out, he's putting a sultry look on his face, snapping a pic, and sending it straight to you

you binge watch animes together; no one will see or hear from either of y’all for like 5 days straight, complete radio silence; and when someone finally knocks on the door they see that y’all been camped out in the living room no phone in sight on season 6 of whatever anime y’all started last friday night  

must feed you every time you meet up; like if he has not seen you eat something in the time you spend together he has not completed his boyfriend duties; even if he comes to your place he has to make sure you have at least eaten a snack; doesn't matter how much you weigh he absolutely can not have you wasting away on his watch

yoongi:

gently tucks your hair behind your ear

always offers you his arm to link when it’s cold out so y’all can share each other’s warmth; he absolutely will still be wearing slides with no socks tho and you fuss at him about it every time

lets you play in his hair; just sits there nonchalantly while you give him the most ridiculous hair styles; pig tails, corn rows, mohawks; as long as you don’t cut nothing he doesn’t care fr; takes a picture when you’re done with that big gummy smile on full display bc of how silly he looks

says he's not a big social media person but one of his favorite past times is sitting down with you scrolling down your fyp for hours; makes you send the funniest videos to him so he can watch later

you’re one of the few people that he gains energy from being around so he likes your presence even when you’re not particularly doing anything; like you just be sitting next to each other or like be hand in hand on a walk around the neighborhood not even saying anything but in his head he’s thinking about what a great time he’s having 

if you're up late at night and start feeling peckish he'll make you some snacks even if he doesn't plan on eating; still scolds you about how eating late at night is bad as he's enabling you; ends up eating with you too

he doesn't like watching dramas with you; he'll claim it's bc of the plot but really he just doesn't like how you be kicking your feet and giggling at the male leads

not the best with verbal affirmations so whenever he does go out of his way to compliment you he ends up just as flustered as you are; “you look pretty today” and his cheeks are flushed more than yours 

always preps you to bargain and gathers together all coupons before y’all go grocery shopping; “just bc i’m rich doesn’t mean i like to be ripped off” 

he's always listening to you even when it seems like he's not; you could be rambling on about something and you think he's not paying attention so you stop midsentence and be like "are you even listening to what i'm saying?" and he looks up from whatever he was doing and then repeats back to you everything you said; has a great memory in general so he remembers everything you say and do even the small things that you forget about

hoseok:

sends ‘thinking of you’ texts just to let you know when you’re on his mind

if you start dancing to a song he gets all hyped up and he’s joining you immediately; hands on your hips moving you as he pleases; it’s a club wherever you and the music are

makes you one of his little beaded bracelets that says “ur my hope”

if you fell asleep in a position that looks uncomfortable he’d gently rearrange you until he got you in a more normal position; 100% the type to carry you bridal style to bed if you fell asleep for the night on the couch 

the type to pop up at your crib with an insane amount of the most exquisite, top tier take out and you gotta try to figure out who he think eating all this; doesn't even try to fight the boujee allegations when you tease him for bringing out caviar and truffles 

always takes pics of you when he thinks you look good; like you could be running late and you’re rushing trying to get out the door but hoseok is just gonna spend a good 30 seconds checking you out while you’re fussing at him and then be like wait a minute and starts posing you; has several organized folders of you because of this labeled by genre of your look; it’s easier that way so when he’s showing people pictures of you they won’t accidentally get a peek of something meant for his eyes only

loves the idea of you becoming his family so he really likes bringing you home; warms his heart to see you getting along with his parents and his sister; sets up a group chat with you him and his sister to help y'all talk more but lowkey gets pouty when y'all do get closer and be chatting and hanging out without him 💀

if you're not already together he'll facetime you in the morning; he won't have much to say at first other than a groggy good morning; but after he comes to terms with the fact that he has to be awake and takes a couple sips of his iced americano he's his usual ball of energy sunshiny self; will have you up doing morning stretches and light calisthenics at 6:30am

every couple weeks y'all go to the nail salon together and get mani-pedis; he leaves the acrylics and jewels and glitter to you but the overall color scheme and design aesthetic for your nails match; takes like 17 pictures of your hands together to show off

loves cuddling up to you on the couch so you can play in his hair; like each time his head is resting on your chest and your hand is running through his hair lightly scratching at his scalp he swears he’s reached nirvana 

jimin:

will drag you out the house in the middle of winter to drive down to the beach and watch the sunset together; you’d be huddled up together you sat in between his legs leaning against him his arms draped around your neck pulling you into him; you’d stay there sitting in the sand even after the night settled in just talking until you were shivering and sniffling then he’d take you to a cafe to get some hot cocoa to warm up 

randomly calls you in the middle of the night bc he misses your voice; smiles the entire he’s getting scolded for scaring you bc you thought something was wrong bc he called you at 2am

kisses your forehead, nose, and lips in that order every time you part ways 

hates knowing there's other people staring at you so like if you're out together and wearing like a hoodie or something and he notices you're garnering attention he zips it all the way up and pulls your hood over your head and tightens the strings so no one can see you; in turn knows you hate the thought that other people even think of him so he pretends they don't even exist; like you can literally point somebody out and be like "omg aren't they so pretty" and he's gonna avert his eyes in the opposite direction won't even look and just be like "you're so pretty. there's only you"

number one advocate for a lazy morning; snuggles into you, his head on your chest trapping you in; looks up at you with a goofy smile and preens when you press a kiss to his forehead

squishes your cheeks in both his hands when you're being too cute for him to handle

like the true feminist he is, he supports your rights and wrongs!!; like you get into it with somebody and then tell him the story afterwards he's hyping you up the entire time telling you that you were right and what you should've done and what he would've done if he were you; he's just always gonna be on your side

riles you up just bc he likes the reactions you make when you’re irritated 

it’s tea city when it comes to you two; like whatever you know he knows and whatever he knows you know; gossiping is actually one of your favorite bonding activities; he likes to play it up and drag it out whenever he finds something out; like he’s gonna text you and be like UR NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS!!!!! and you’ll be like WHAT and he’ll be like I HAVE TO TELL YOU IN PERSON OMG!!!! 😱 when it’s like noon knowing darn well he not getting off work until 10pm at the earliest 😭

likes to go with you when you have to “run errands” bc it’s usually just you doing girl things like getting coffee and then going to the store to buy snacks and skincare and he thinks it’s really adorable how you light up when you see small things in cute packages

taehyung:

has a series of like 12 hour logs in his phone recents list bc he stay falling asleep on facetime

makes it a point to hang out with your male friends just to assert dominance; doesn't matter if they have partners of their own or are completely uninterested in you he still wants to look them in their eye, shake their hand, and then put his arm around you to tie up any loose ends that may be dangling around

helps you pick the eyelashes out of your eye whenever one gets stuck

asks you to come over with the sole purpose of convincing you to take a nap with him; will straight up lie on the phone and tell you he wanna hang out and do this and that and then when you get over there he like let’s nap first; your cuddles just gon do it for him every time

uses kisses as bargaining chips; like if you need him to do something like idk take out the trash he's only gonna do it if you give him 3 kisses so you give him one as a down payment and the other 2 after he completes the task; (he was always gonna do what you asked but kisses make everything better)

likes to keep his hands free when he's out and about so he's always adding extra stuff to your purse; because he's always in your bag, he knows its exact content; you'll be frantically searching for your lip gloss and he'll ask what you're looking for and when you tell him he'll pull it out of some random side pocket he moved it to so he could make room for his stuff

will randomly wake up out of his sleep and call you just bc you crossed his mind; takes like 30 seconds to respond to anything you say bc he only half awake; the call lasts for like three minutes before he hangs up to go back to sleep 

as a big fan of roleplay at least once in your relationship he's gonna make y'all get all dressed up and go to a bar separately and act like strangers and he's gonna pretend to pick you up

if you sent him out to pick up period products last minute he’s the type that ask if you wanted lemon or lime flavor bc one package is yellow and the other is green 😭; alternatively would ask what’s your coochie size when he noticed the numbers on it

he’s not gonna let you win at any game you play; doesn’t matter how much you whine and pout he likes winning too much; god forbid you’re actually good at something he’s gonna try his very hardest and will even practice so that he eventually beats you; will give you all the prizes tho

jungkook:

if he gets bored while you’re asleep he’s gonna start messing with you; his favorite go to games are flicking your bottom lip until you tuck it in or start to gain consciousness and stacking cheerios on your forehead; his personal best is 9 of em 

hooks his chin over your shoulder to be nosy when you’re watching something on your phone that catches his attention

he understands that you’re not as nocturnal as he is but sometimes when you stay over at his place and he feels restless he can’t help but crave your attention; will wake you up at 4am gently with kisses so you can try some of the food he made; you’ll be half asleep with him kneeling in front of you feeding you some spicy noodles; he’ll patiently wait for you to finish chewing before he asks you if it’s good; makes you take at least one more bite before kissing your forehead and letting you go back to sleep; tucks himself up next to you about an hour later after he finishes cleaning up after himself 

you make funny tiktoks together; they never leave the drafts of course except for when he finds it particularly hilarious and sends it in the group chat 

threatens to beat up anyone who upsets you; like you tell him a story about someone who was upsetting you at work and his first response is "bring them to me. i'll take care of it"; and lord don't let someone get carried away at a club or something like if a guy starts hitting on you and won't take no for an answer before you can even tell them off he's already at the scene one shove away from being breaking news on every media outlet in the world

gets pouty when you have a night out without him but he understands the need for balance so doesn’t put up too much of a fight; his only stipulation is that if you can’t make it home on your own or your friends can’t drop you off that you always always call him; the thought of you getting into some randos car late at night when you’re not even mentally there all the way sends chills up his spine; he can’t sleep unless he knows you’re at home safe and sound anyway 

doesn't consciously have a preference for how you dress like he thinks you look good in whatever but you in a dress or a skirt itches a particular part of his id that would have carl jung doing backflips; like whenever you pop out in a dress or a skirt he's coming up to you and giving you a kiss on the lips while his arms wrap around your waist and 10-30 seconds later they're dropping down and his hands are toying with the ends of your garment and grazing your thighs underneath it; it just does it for him every time

you're his safe place <333; he goes through periods where you're the only person he wants to see; he will scare you half to death like you'll get off work and go home and you hear all this noise and whole time it's him in your kitchen making sandwiches for lunch; will make up for scaring you by tucking your face into his neck while his arms are wrapped tightly around you so he can breathe you in and then cupping your face and giving you kisses; you're his baby

you have matching hyperfixations; like one of you will get into something and won’t shut up about it and then being the supportive partner you are whenever you’re on social media you send the posts you stumble across to them; but then the algorithm picks up on it and the content keeps popping so often that you actually start being entertained by it too; then y’all won’t shut up about it and have inside jokes and no one ever knows what y’all are talking about bc it’s so deep down into the referential millennial dadaism

gets offended if you’re walking side by side and not touching in some way; like if you start walking ahead of him or something he’s gonna clear his throat very pointedly and when you look at him like ???? he’s gonna look at you like you’re stupid and pull you into him where you belong 

a/n: as promised she is back 🫡 thank you to everyone who encouraged me to repost 💕 pls continue to be kind my mental state is probably worse than it was before LOL

[littlemisshyperfixation]

BTS Fic Recommendations

I'll go back and add more fics as I find them! <3

⊹₊⋆ Seokjin

⊹₊⋆ Yoongi ♡part 1 ♡part 2

⊹₊⋆ Hoseok

⊹₊⋆ Namjoon

⊹₊⋆ Jimin

⊹₊⋆ Taehyung

⊹₊⋆ Jungkook ♡ part 1 ♡ part 2

⊹₊⋆ BTS Favorites

[tryingtoremembermyname]

min yoongi the man that you are

i think neutral pretty is my favourite… what about you guys??

(i know chaotic hot is an edit but he just looked too hot for me not to add it)

other members :

hoseok

jungkook

taehyung

namjoon

seokjin

jimin

[c0llisiion]

DAY 4 — HOSEOK

★ npr, f!reader, dubcon, intoxicated!reader, ceo!jh, fingering— lmk if i missed any!; W/C: 625

Hello! This is part of my kinktober list! Day4 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.

[ visuals <3 (18+!) ]

You didn’t know what was going on. Your mind was elsewhere. Blown. Hazy. One thing you know is you were drinking your 4th shot of tequila, and the next thing is you feel slender, long fingers rubbing your pussy, seemingly in the oh so familiar room of your bosses. You could feel a hot breath against you, murmuring words that you weren’t able to register; all you could feel was his fingers slowly teasing your hole. 

You threw your head back as the desire started coursing through your veins. “Yeah… just like that… relax for me…” he said softly. You gulped, feeling yourself get hotter and wetter as he continued venturing into your pussy. “Mmm… I always wanted to do this yk..?” He said with a dark chuckle. You turned your head towards the voice, and your eyes went wide at the sight that beheld you. Your own boss. Hoseok immediately catches the fact that you noticed him and plunges his fingers in your pussy, earning a soft whine from you. Your back arched off his chest, and your hand lazily held onto his wrist as his ring and middle finger immediately curled into your sopping wet pussy. You whine and whimper. “Shhh… its alright… i got you… i got you alright? Just relax for me… let me play with you for sometime, okay?” He reassured you. You were still dazed, the alcohol still in your system, and you were completely at his mercy. You did as he said and relaxed into his touches, having no other way out of this. Hoseok smirked and placed a kiss on your bare shoulders. “Yeah thats it baby… I'm going to take good care of you… gonna make you feel so good…” he said while placing wet kisses up your neck and down your shoulder. His fingers drove in and out of your pussy, loud squelches and wet sounds bounced off the office room walls, curling into your sweet spot and making you squirm and moan out in pleasure. His thumb found your neglected clit before pressing down on your hard nub, all while watching your reactions to his ministrations. “Feels good, doesn’t it? I can feel your tight little puss clenching around my fingers..” he said lowly. Your mind was hazy with pleasure and intoxication. Your hips moved involuntarily against his fingers. Hoseok chuckled, “Eager, aren’t we?” His other hand trailed up your body and cupped your tender tits, pulling down the fabric of your top. He tugged and played with your nipples, making you whine and whimper, pussy getting wetter and wetter. “So soft… fuck you’re addicting…” He pressed harder against your clit, drawing rough circles on the sensitive bud using his thumb, making you reach climax. Hoseok's fingers worked faster against your cunny, his pace becoming faster. Your breath got labored at his sudden increase in speed, hoseok breathing heavily behind you as well. “Fuckkkk… your pussy is so warm baby.. taking in my fingers so well..” He pulled out and slapped your cunt before drilling his fingers back in. You cried out as the pleasure got more intense, thighs trembling and body convulsing. Hoseok slapped your tits harshly, making you groan and whimper. He could feel your walls clench around him, signaling that you were close. He pushed his fingers further in you and curled into your walls at an inhumane pace. Your mouth dropped to an ‘o’ shape, and you could feel the knot in your stomach seeking release. “Fuckkkkk!!!” With a loud curse, you squirted all over hoseoks carpet, the gray color now a darker grey. He smirked and pulled his fingers out, gently laying you against the sofa. 

He got up and settled himself in between your legs. “get ready for more, princess…” 

A/N: day4 is out!!! Tysm for reading everyone <333 please excuse if this was rusty it was my first time writing dubcon 😭💔

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Favorite Cuddle Positions 

GN!Reader

WC:300+

Included: BTS 7

Genre: Headcanons Pure Fluff

JIN

Face to face. He likes to watch your face as you slowly fall asleep. Jin tries to commit it to memory, every freckle crease pore. He'll trace his thumb over your cheek bone before he too succumbs to sleep

RM

He loves to snuggle up in a classic honeymoon hug. Fronts pressed together, your face snuggled up against his chest, his strong arms wrapped around you legs laced together. It's Namjoons top position he always wants to fall asleep that way. But the poor thing is just too hot. (Yes in both ways) In the summer he's a heater working in overdrive. More often than not you end up pushing him away from you all sweaty.

JHOPE

I don't think he's all that into cuddling. You got thirty minutes max before he's pulling away and complaining about cramping. But if he had to pick one he'd go with spooning. It doesn't matter who's the big spoon or little spoon.

SUGA

Secretly loves to be a little spoon. But he would never admit it. Cuddling always starts off in a different position and throughout it he would slowly start positioning the two of you into spooning. Please please play with his hair?

JIMIN

You on your back with his head on your chest and a leg thrown over your hips. That is a top tier position for him. Jimin just wants to be held. And in this position you can easily trace shapes on his back which he loves.

V

Tae moves wayyyyyy too much to cuddle. Especially if the two of you are trying to go to sleep. But he always wants to. He whines and demands until you give in. It always ends up with him accidentally kicking you in the ribs and hogging all the blankets.

JUNGKOOK

He just flops himself down right on top of you. With out a care in the world all of his weight comes crushing down on you and knocking all the arm out of your body. He must not be aware of how much he weighs because he does it quite often. He'll only roll off of you when you start kicking out your feet and wriggling around.

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

Made by me

The Masterlist

CRAZY OVER YOU

[HYBRID AU]

[FINISHED]✅

Side Characters: Namjoon/doctor, Seokjin/doctor, Taehyung/Hybrid Tiger, Jungkook/Bunny Hybrid, Hoseok/assistant.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, sharp objects, rut, beast behavior.

Genre: Fantasy, hybrids au, smut.

SUMMARY》 Yoongi is a black mamba hybrid one of rarest species of hybrids, who’s about to be put down due to his lack of interest in living. But everything changes after the new medical assistance (y/n) takes a liking to him. Meeting after meeting he realise his feelings for her are not the only thing growing.

INTRO - In the books they say

ONE - Love at first bite

TWO - Bath me with your love

THREE - Hungry for your love I

FOUR - The truth untold II

FIVE - Bitter taste, Jealousy and bites

SIX - Take Me Home

SEVEN - The last bite

SET ME FREE

[MAFIA AU]

On Going

Side Characters: Min Yoongi as Agust D/Mafia boss, Jung Hoseok as Jack/Concierge, Namjoon/Police detective, Jungkook/Police detective, Park Jimin/thief and gang leader, Taehyung/Mafia member FBI Mole, Paradise owner. Jin/unknown, Busan/Mafia boss.

Warnings: This story contains nsfw content (descriptive blood, gore, etc.) as well as sexual content. Mentions may include violence, consumption of alcohol, explicit sexual interactions, sharp objects, knife play, description of injuries, themes of major horror and also explores obsessive behaviors and codependency, robbery, killing, guns, torturing, fire, toxic yandere men, violence, possessive behaviour, unhealthy relationships.

SUMMARY: You made it. Now a police intern as you always promised to your father before he died, you were more than happy to finally be able to help people like he did. But the law was not what you expected to be like. You did not know how lonely it would be for a young woman to grow her career in this kingdom. Having to take care of your 18 year old brother wasn't easy too and things just got a lot worse when you've met Agust D. The king of the mafia Min. He sure knew how to make a life turn into a hell hole.

INTRO

ONE - Red Chopsticks

TWO - I’ll find you in a dark Paradise

THREE - A deal with the devil

FOUR - Welcome to my world

FIVE - Good girl gone bad COMING SOON

SIX - Dance with the devil COMING SOON

FINAL DESTINATION - LILITH COMING SOON

BREATH OF FIRE

[HYBRID GODS AU]

On Going

Side characters: Park Jimin/White fox hybrid.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, violence, sharp objects, suggestive words, smut, alcohol, killing.

Genre: Fantasy, romance, strangers to lovers, R +18.

SUMMARY: Did you know a fox only mates once in their life? For almost 400 years Min Yoongi never mated before, all theses years of emptiness and loneliness. He had tried so many times to end with his own hands. Until one night a hint of sweet and fire blows towards his nose, the smell was something he never felt before. And blood. Running for your life you felt hopeless in front of a lake, two man following you behind. Their disgusting smiles and eyes savoring your female body, you knew what they would do but you'd rather die. It all started with fire.

INTRO - Run little girl

ONE - Wood, cinnamon and honey.

TWO - Please wash away this blood on my skin

THREE - A taste of honey and dreams

FOUR - A Rise From The Shadows (coming soon)

…

FINAL BREATH (coming soon)

BUNNY BUNS

[HYBRID AU]

COMING SOON

Side Characters: Yoongi/black cat hybrid, Hoseok/human, Taehyung/golden hybrid.

Warnings: Smut, violence, mentions of blood. And finally some fluff.

SUMMARY: Jungkook needed to hide. He was on the run. And what better place for a bunny hybrid to hide then a Bunny coffee shop? How could he resist? You smelled sweet and looked nice. All it took was one smile of yours and a bunny bread and he was on all fours for you.

INTRO - Bunny on the run

ONE - Bunnies don’t like water (coming out soon)

TWO - Carrot Cake 🥕: Bunny in the kitchen (coming soon)

THREE - Muscle Bunny to the rescue (coming soon)

FOUR - Bunny Fever (coming soon)

THE LAST BUN (Coming soon)

ONE SHOTS

Coming soon

YOONGI

My Best Friends Crush

Characters: Min Yoongi/music theory Teacher, Jung Hoseok/dance teacher, Jungkook/art and design student, Jimin/danc student, reader/art student.

Genre: strangers to lovers, forbidden love?

Warnings: mentions of explicit language, sexual references(smutty material), consumption of alcohol, age difference.

Summary: “my whole life I always hated rules and protocols, growing to fin comfort on art as I could express myself unapologetically and freely. But there was one rule I made with myself; never fall in love with your friend crush.

With my rebellious nature, it was bound to be broken but I just never meet someone who would take that seriously.”

HOSEOK

JIMIN

JUNGKOOK

JIN

NAMJOON

TAEHYUNG

[luvismenu]

Three Way || Maknae Line (VMinKook)

[completed] - no taglist

summary: never did you imagine you'd end up with three fuck buddies. they fucked you so good making it impossible to choose just one. so, they devised a plan; they would take turns fucking you, and you couldn't say no.

a/n: this was my second fic so... it's kinda messy !!!

genre:

smau

implied + actual smut

fluff + crack

angst?

warning: maknae line can get pretty... competitive, might get toxic sometimes, mentions of alcohol, smoking, jealousy issues.

m.list

note: this was supposed to be a texting scenario but it was too good to not be a series!!!

Index ♡ 30/30

➷ 1 (wannabes)

➷ 2 (monday)

➷ 3 (details)

➷ 4 (sus)

➷ 5 (kisses and cuddles)

➷ 6 (nice guy)

✎ 6 pt.2 (perfect man)

➷ 7 (effort)

➷ 8 (chill out)

➷ 9 (friends)

➷ 10 (friends pt.2)

➷ 11 (new)

✎ 11 pt.2 (frustrated)

➷ 12 (phase)

➷ 13 (confused)

✎ 13 pt.2 (missed you)

➷ 14 (time)

➷ 15 (move on)

➷ 16 (gifts)

➷ 17 (tomorrow)

➷ 18 (joking)

➷ 19 (dry)

➷ 20 (talk)

➷ 21 (complicated)

➷ 22 (explanation)

➷ 23 (silly break)

➷ 24 (scammer)

➷ 25 (butterflies)

➷ 26 (addiction)

➷ 27 (boba)

➷ 28 (you and me)

➷ 29 (oop)

➷ 30 (my you) / end.

Extras —

• how you and jungkook became friends (with benefits)

• after they agreed to the sex schedule

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kanalia | jhs x reader | final chapter: because i couldn't stay away

banner by the amazing @kth1 💕

⚜️summary: secrets and uncertainty plague a young queen in her arranged marriage to a kind but distant king. the farther she drifts from her husband, the closer she gets to one of his most trusted men.

⚜️pairing: queen!reader x royalguard!hoseok

⚜️rating: mature, 18+

⚜️genre: royal AU, historical AU, smut

⚜️warnings: infidelity (it’s complicated, y’all) mentions of pregnancy, fertility issues. OC struggles with depressive thoughts and episodes. smut warnings in effect.

⚜️word count: 10.2K

⚜️author's note: happy birthday month to my forever muse, jung hoseok. i hope that i did this poor, tortured version of you some justice. and yes, it did take me years to finish this story (😭) , but i did. thank you to every single who has ever taken an interest in this story and cared enough to stick with me through long delays and rough writing spells. once again, i have to shout out the OG @hobi-gif who lent her eyes to part of this story. i appreciate you all so much and if you enjoyed it, i would very much appreciate a reblog as well as your feedback.

thank you guys so, so much 💕

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Love doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep loving anyway We laugh and we cry and we break And we make our mistakes And if there's a reason I'm by her side When so many have tried Then I'm willing to wait for it I'm willing to wait for it

– “Wait for It”

Hamilton, An American Musical 

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One perfect loop is followed by another. And another. And another.

You need not look back and check your work, not anymore. Now you know simply by the pull of the thread that each stitch you place is snug and uniform. You sit in your chair by the fire and repeat the motion over and over again, staring unseeing into the pattern in your lap. 

“It’s a beautiful day, Your Grace.”

Hyeri’s voice taps at the edges of your consciousness, muffled as though she’s standing outside the chamber door instead of seated right beside you. You ignore it and push another loop through the fabric.

“Not a cloud in the sky,” she persists, gentle. “Perfect conditions for a walk, if you feel up to it. I could even accompany you, if you wish?”

There was a time, not long ago, when Hyeri’s prodding would have set your teeth on edge. But you do not have the energy to muster any such emotion. And so you give Hyeri the same answer you’d given her the day before. And the day before that one. The same hushed words, spoken in the same decisive tone.

“I’m content to stay in today, Hyeri. Thank you.”

“Very well, Your Grace.”

She drops the matter with a quiet sigh.

It’s unlike her. The Hyeri you know would fret and fuss for as long as it took for you to relent; until you had no choice but to quit your chamber simply to enjoy a moment’s peace. The Hyeri you know would be shooing you away from the fire, prattling on about how one errant thread could catch and send your entire dress up in flames. 

But the Hyeri seated beside you does none of those things.

So you sink deeper into the plush chair perched in front of the hearth and watch the flames dance. The embers at the base of the fire glow deep red, putting off a heat blistering enough to scorch your bare feet. 

But you cannot feel it. You cannot feel anything.

You’ve surrendered to the weariness now; let it consume you. Allowed it to fuse itself to the very marrow of your bones. For days you’ve done little beyond sleep and spend your few waking hours seated by the fire, needle in hand. 

Twice you’ve left your chamber and neither time by choice, but rather because the King had insisted on your presence at dinner. To what end you still cannot be sure seeing as you’d taken both meals in stilted, awkward silence. Apparently His Grace is far less bold without a bit of ale in him.

“The hunting party leaves in three days' time,” Hyeri says. “There’s been quite a fuss in the kitchens over it. They’re taking enough supplies to travel for months, by the looks of it.”

You make a non-committal sound under your breath. Hyeri forges on, undeterred.

“There will be a send-off in the courtyard, of course. Will you – “ she pauses to choose her words carefully. “ – Well, I assume that you’ll want to see the King off.”

You do not want to see the King off. Were it not for his pigheaded adamance that you keep up appearances for the sake of this sham marriage, you’d be content to never see him again. But you’ll not tell Hyeri that. Not when she’s made it clear where her loyalties lie and not when she still holds on to the delusion that one day you’ll decide to embrace your role as the placeholder by the King’s side.

So you say nothing at all. The fire pops as one of the logs crumbles in the hearth.

Hyeri clears her throat. “Your Grace, I only want what’s best for you. Surely you know that by now? And I don’t want people casting aspersions, which they most certainly will do if you’re not there to see the King off. The staff is already asking questions about why you’ve not been seen in days.”

“Has he asked for me?”

Hyeri blinks. “The King?”

“Yes, Hyeri,” you say slowly. “The King. Has His Grace requested my presence at this send-off ceremony?”

The color seems to drain from her soft face as she admits, “No, Your Grace. He hasn’t.”

“Then I see no point in worrying yourself over the matter.”

You return your attention to your needlework and place another yellow thread in the center of your Mugunghwa flower’s pistil. The flames crackle in perfect, undisturbed silence. 

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“It’s cold out there today,” Hyeri says. “But if you bundle up tight, it’s quite pleasant in the sunshine.”

“Thank you, Hyeri,” you reply evenly. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

It’s a lie, and you both know it. You have no intention of leaving this chamber today and much to your relief, the King did not require your presence at his evening meal the night prior. Hyeri had ordered your dinner sent up and then proceeded to dine with you herself. An insidious voice inside your mind whispers she’s afraid to leave you alone.

You ignore it.

Instead you try to focus on your Mugunghwa flower. You study it, blinking until the riot of colors before you has clear, defined boundaries – fiery crimson at the center which slowly bleeds into a subdued pink which in turn dissipates into a milky white. You pull fresh white thread through your needle and set to work on the flower’s edges.

“Your needlework is much improved, Your Grace,” Hyeri notes. “You’ll be finished with that pattern by the end of the day, as I see it.”

You thumb over the fabric and consider her assessment. She’s right, you’ll be done with this pattern in a matter of hours. And the only thing that awaits on the other side is another pattern. And another. On and on and on. 

“Perhaps when you’re done, you’ll consider mending this for me,” Hyeri says, gesturing towards her lap. “My eyesight is not what it used to be. I’m terrified of ruining the old man’s beautiful design.”

You set your embroidery down and turn to look at Hyeri, gaze falling to the opulent plum fabric in her hands. Slowly, the details sharpen into focus. The rich velvet trim. The gold threads glinting back at you in the firelight. The room begins to tilt.

“A footman found it in the woods last night,” Hyeri explains, her cadence slow and deliberate. “By the stables.”

You are keenly aware of the way she watches you in the weighty seconds that follow, one gray eyebrow lifted as she awaits a response. You do your best to appear calm despite the panic clawing its way up your throat.

You’d lost that shawl in your mad dash back to the castle. You’d been tearing through the dark, paying little heed to the branches that tugged at your dress and occasionally scraped at your hands and face. One of them had caught the shawl, but you’d been so desperate to reach the refuge of your chamber that you’d hardly noticed when it was wrenched away. You’d had, after all, your humiliation to keep you warm.

And you’d earned it, hadn’t you? With your drunkenness. With your recklessness. You’d let every one of your baser emotions take control. You’d risked every advantage of your carefully curated life just to throw yourself like a wanton at the feet of one of your husband’s closest confidantes. Like a fool. 

When Lord Jung turned on his heels that night and abandoned you in the woods, he’d done far more than just rebuff your clumsy advances. 

He’d finished you. 

“Your Grace?” Hyeri’s curiosity is evident. “Are you alright?”

Hardly. Your mouth waters as your stomach threatens to cast up what little you’ve eaten today. One glimpse of that garment had been enough to bring a torrent of memories rushing back; vivid, awful memories that you’ve worked hard to banish to the deepest recesses of your mind. You grip the arm of your chair hard enough to make your knuckles go white. 

“Your Grace?”

You don’t answer until you’re sure that you won’t retch the very moment you open your mouth. Hyeri studies you in the interminable silence, lips parted in an expression of concern. Your tongue is thick when you finally collect yourself enough to speak.

“Please do thank the footman for me, Hyeri. And I think it best to leave the more intricate needlework to you.”

Hyeri stares as you reach for your needle and thread with trembling hands, but you don’t dare look her way. You try to place a loop at the edge of your flower but the Mugunghwa’s colors have gone blurry again and you’re forced to back the needle out and start over.

Perhaps there was a time when the Mugunghwa was as vivid as a rose. With petals of rich orange-red, opaque from pistil to tip. But perhaps it was asked to weather too many storms. Too many droughts. Too many winters. 

Perhaps the Mugunghwa looks the way it does today not because of how it was made, but rather what it’s had to endure. 

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The first snow of the season arrives early.

You stand at your window and watch it fall, noting how quickly the fields turn from green to white. You press your fingertips to the windowpane and the cold seeps through it, chilling you instantly.

In the courtyard below, the horses are draped in heavy blankets. Stablehands scurry around them; dusting snow off their muzzles and checking their shoes. Footmen work in teams, sharing the weight of the heavy trunks they load on to waiting carts. 

“I’ll wear the blue walking dress today, Hyeri. The one with the white flowers on the bodice.”

“Your Grace?” Hyeri is on her feet at once to join you at the window. “You’ll see the king off, then?”

“I’ll need the matching cape too,” you direct, brushing her question aside as you watch the newly-packed trunks take on a layer of white snow. “If the conditions are as awful as they look.”

“Yes of course,” Hyeri breathes, hurriedly whirling about the chamber behind you as she gathers your things. In a matter of minutes she has you dressed and seated, fingers twisting your hair into a plait at the base of your neck. She loops the plait and pins it into an elegant bun, fingers smoothing the hairs into place before her hands come to rest on your shoulders. She squeezes them gently.

“I’ll not ask you why you’ve changed your mind, Your Grace,” she says softly. “But I’m so glad for it. It’s important that people see you. For them, of course, but for you most of all. And besides, you look so lovely.” 

You don’t feel lovely. In fact, you don’t feel anything at all. And if Hyeri had pressed you as to why you’ve changed your mind, she’d not be satisfied with your answer. You’ve changed your mind because you cannot bear to cause more conflict with the King. Because you have no desire to create a scandal that you’ll somehow have to fix. You’ve changed your mind because you have no fight in you left. This is the path of least resistance.

You rise from your seat and Hyeri’s hands fall away. She clutches them to her chest, rheumy eyes soft with sadness as she watches you take your place at the window once again. Outside the snow falls harder, and you watch the footmen leave deep divots in it with their boots.

“Tell me when it’s time,” you say quietly.

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You can scarcely recognize anyone in the throng of well-wishers gathered outside the castle.

They’re all bundled tight in winter coats and pelts; some wear hats and scarves. The snow doesn’t help either, and from the moment you enter the courtyard you’re grateful for your cape. Not only for the warmth of its thick lining, but for its hood, too. It affords you a bit of privacy in this otherwise very public affair.

You weave your way through the crowd and do your best not to make eye contact with anyone. Surely Boram is among those gathered with sweet Yeona in tow, here to see Lord Min off on his adventure. But you cannot bring yourself to seek her out – not when she’s already called on you twice without so much as an explanation for your disappearance. At any rate, you don’t think you could bear to look at her right now. To see the worry and concern you know you’ll find written all over her face. 

So you keep your hood pulled tight and your eyes down as you set off in search of the King. And you have no trouble finding him despite your reticence to make your presence known. It’s not just that he stands a head taller than most. It’s in his stature, in his stance – in that self-assured air that seems to come naturally to those born with power. He catches sight of you as he’s speaking to a footman and pauses, gaze locking on yours.

Your legs feel heavy. Your boots sink into the snow as you approach, each step more tiring than the last. When you are finally standing before the King you bow, dipping your head as you peer at him from beneath your hood.

“Your Grace,” he murmurs, lips twitching into a cautious half-smile. “I wasn’t sure you’d come down to say goodbye.”

“And yet I have,” you respond evenly. A snowflake lands on one of his long eyelashes and you resist the urge to reach out and sweep it away. “So I do very much hope that you are pleased.”

“I am pleased.”

The King reaches for your gloved hand. He waits a heartbeat before bringing it to his mouth and pressing a kiss to your leather-clad fingers. Beneath your hood, your cheeks burn. You withdraw your hand quickly and let it fall to your side. 

“Well. Then. I wish you a comfortable journey,” you say. “As well as a safe return.”

The two of you stand there for an awkward moment, the King’s expression expectant as though he’s waiting for you to say more. But you have no more to say. The words you’ve already offered him will do. They’re as empty as the vows you’d exchanged little more than a year ago.

“We ought to head out, Your Grace. We’re losing precious daylight and this weather will slow us as it is.”

The voice comes from somewhere in your periphery, but you need not see the man to know exactly who it is. Suddenly each breath you draw is painful, the frigid air pricking your lungs like a thousand tiny needles. You will yourself not to turn towards it, not to react in any way. 

“You’re right.” The King acknowledges Lord Jung with a brusque nod. “Have the stablehands check over the horses one more time.”

You won’t look at him. You can’t look at him. Not when the sound of his voice reverberates through every wounded place inside of you. Not when you can close your eyes and still feel the hot trickle of embarrassment that slid down your spine that night in the woods. But then he leaves you with no other choice.

“Your Grace.” 

The low timbre of Lord Jung’s greeting makes the fine hairs at the nape of your neck stand on end. You turn to him, slowly, and his dark eyes briefly connect with yours before he bends into a shallow bow. Your knees nearly give way when you return the gesture, along with a subdued, “My Lord.”

What must this man think of you now? What has he told the King? The nausea you’ve managed to stave off for days returns at once. 

You startle when a gloved hand wraps around your forearm and the King beckons you to face him. You flick your eyes up to meet his and find that they – along with his countenance – have darkened. By now Lord Jung is yards away, tending to his horse as the hunting party readies to embark. Your lungs ache with each deep pull of cold air.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, no. Not at all,” you insist, contriving a weak laugh. “I’m not accustomed to this kind of cold, is all. I’ll need to go back inside to get warm.”

The King’s brows furrow as he studies you. But you maintain your mild expression until his face relaxes and the disquiet subsides. He leans in to place a chaste kiss to your cheek. 

“Hyeri assures me you’ll be well taken care of in my absence.”

You lift the corners of your mouth in a gesture that you hope will pass for a smile.

“Thank you, Your Grace. Be well.”

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Hyeri does not protest when you ask to undress upon your return to the chamber. Nor does she fuss when you climb into bed with the morning sun still high in the sky. She simply presses a soft kiss to your hair, draws the curtains tight and leaves you with a whispered rest well. 

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Your chamber is dark when you wake but for the soft glow of a fire. 

As you come to, so does an ache in your temples, a quiet thud that pulses in time with your heartbeat. Your muscles protest as you roll onto your side to find Hyeri seated at the hearth. 

She’s yet to realize that you’ve roused and so you lie there for a while, studying her. She has a strange, far-away look in her eyes as she stares into the flames, her grip tight on a book in her lap. After a few minutes she opens the book and begins to thumb through it and you watch, curious, as she pulls a worn piece of vellum from between its pages.

She unfolds the missive and reads over it, face crumpling as she fights back a sob.

“Hyeri?”

The older woman nearly jumps out of her skin when you call out to her.  She hastily folds the vellum and slips it back into her book, smoothing down her dress as she stands at attention. “Your Grace,” she says, voice huskier than usual, “I hadn’t realized you were awake.”

“It’s alright,” you say absently, voice rough with sleep. You steal a look at the book left lying in Hyeri’s chair as she hurries over to bring you some water. Her countenance is that of someone who’s been caught doing something they shouldn’t have. You stare at the glass she offers you, watching the water slosh back and forth. 

Is she trembling?

“You ought to eat something,” she admonishes gently, waving a hand towards the food waiting on the table nearby. “You slept through the evening meal. I had my mind made up to wake you if you’d gone much longer, but thankfully I didn’t have to. So come,” she beckons, “Eat something. It will do you some good.”

Your stomach twinges at the mention of food. It’s been in upheaval for days now, and as such it’s been far too long since you had a proper meal. But whatever awaits in the dishes nearby smells enticing enough, so you allow Hyeri to help you out of bed. Your muscles are stiff with disuse and you grimace as you make your way to the table. Your eagle-eyed handmaid takes note.

“A long, hot bath will do you some good, too,” Hyeri remarks as you spoon lukewarm bulgogi onto your plate. You eat slowly as she busies herself with lighting the torches and stripping the linens from your bed. “I’ll have the maids bring up the water after you’ve had a chance to eat.”

You’ve only managed a few bites of the bulgogi before there’s an army of maids filing into the chamber, flitting about the room like a swarm of bees. You watch the entire affair in a daze as the maids make quick work of the tasks set before them: tidying and sweeping the chamber, draping your bed in fresh linens, filling the tub with steaming hot water. And when all the commotion is finally done, Hyeri dismisses them with strict orders not to return unless they are sent for. 

You are grateful at once for the silence that immediately falls over the chamber. Even Hyeri leaves you for a while, disappearing into the antechamber to prepare your toilette. But when you glance over at her chair, Hyeri’s book is gone. Along with whatever was written on the vellum inside.

“Come now, Your Grace,” Hyeri says, at last. “I’m ready for you.” 

She leads you into the bathing chamber, where the air is humid and sweet. Then she helps you out of your rumpled nightgown and holds out her hand. You accept it, leaning into her as you step over the tub’s steep rim. Slowly you ease yourself down, sucking in a breath as the heat blazes a path up your feet to your legs and thighs. The water is hot almost to the point of pain but you withstand it, sinking until it laps at your shoulders.

“I used rose oil tonight,” Hyeri says, kneeling behind you and cupping your head in her hands. “I thought you could do with a bit of pampering.” 

The delicate fragrance envelopes you, carried on the curls of steam that rise just above the water. You breathe in the soft, floral scent and close your eyes; try to clear your mind. Hyeri presses her thumbs to your temples and starts making firm, soothing circles. 

“I remember the very first moment I saw you,” Hyeri muses softly. “I’d been so impressed by your poise.” Her hands move to the column of your neck and she kneads at the tight muscles there, pulling the tension from them with each pass. “You were little more than a girl then, but I could still see that you were lovely, inside and out.”

Were you? You’re not sure that you would even recognize the girl that stepped out of that carriage so long ago. You’d been so idealistic – so certain of the comfortable life that you would find here. Of the affluence and status and yes, perhaps, even love that you’d enjoy once you’d ascended to the throne. But that girl had been a nitwit. The woman you are now will never entertain such foolish notions again.

“I know that so much of this has not been easy for you,” Hyeri continues, setting to work on your shoulders. “I know that there have been days when you’ve struggled to put one foot in front of the other. But you have. And that means something.”

It does mean something. It means that your mother’s great work is finally complete. She’d spent her entire life molding you into the polished, empty creature you are today. If only she could see you now; see how biddable and pathetic you’ve become. It would fill her to overflowing with joy.

“Anyhow, when you’ve lived as long as I have you realize that nothing is forever,” Hyeri says thoughtfully. “Same as what you’re going through right now, Your Grace. It won’t be forever.”

Nonsense. Hyeri cannot change the King’s heart. She cannot save you from a lifetime of awkward exchanges and forced smiles simply because she believes things can change. And she cannot will a child into your womb simply by decreeing that it should be so. The swell of emotion that surges inside you is more powerful than anything you’ve felt in days. And it’s anger. 

“Hyeri, stop,” you order tersely. “No more.”

Her face falls at that, features going slack with dismay. But she heeds you, holding back whatever she’d meant to say next. Then she reaches for the soap and begins to wash your hair in silence. You chase the beads of oil that float along the surface of the water with a fingertip, cheeks hot with embarrassment. You hadn’t meant to be ugly to Hyeri. 

But then you’ve done many things of late that you hadn’t meant to.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur.

“It’s alright, Your Grace. I know you meant no harm by it.” Hyeri dries her hands off and then rises to her feet, looking down at you with a kindness you do not deserve. “I’ll leave you to soak for a bit. You can have a few minutes of peace before I return.”

You’ve been unfair to her, haven’t you? The realization cuts you deep as you watch her retreat from the antechamber. She’s served you in so many ways since your arrival here: as caretaker and as advisor and as confidante. And how have you thanked her? By being cold and distant. By unleashing all the frustration and resentment you feel towards the King on her. And what of the tears you’d seen her hold back while she’d been sitting by the fire? Have you been so mired in your own anguish that you’ve neglected to see hers? 

The water has begun to cool and your skin has begun to pebble by the time Hyeri returns.

“Forgive me, Your Grace,” she says upon her return, helping you out of the water. “The time got away from me. You must be freezing.”

“Only a little,” you lie, teeth chattering. Hyeri sets to drying you, throwing the damp linens on the floor to catch the rivulets of water that fall from your hair. Her dark eyes dart from your shoulders to your neck to your ears, but they do not meet yours. 

“Is something wrong, Hyeri?”

“No, no. Not at all,” she answers quickly, “Just a bit tired.” Her reassurance rings hollow because she keeps her eyes trained on the floor as she bends to reach for the rose oil. When she straightens, you catch her hand with yours, stilling her. 

“What were you reading tonight?”

Hyeri’s mouth opens in surprise and then quickly closes.

“I saw you sitting by the fire,” you admit. “You were reading something that looked to upset you.”

“And here I thought you were sleeping,” Hyeri grumbles, taking her hand back. She pours the oil into one palm and then warms it before pressing it to your neck, letting a long moment pass before she speaks. 

“It didn’t upset me,” she explains. “Not in a sad way. Those were happy tears, I suppose.” She pours oil into your hands and begins to gently massage it into your fingers. “It was a letter from my Sanghun, back when he’d been courting me so many years ago. You might find this hard to believe, but I wasn’t always the old woman you see now. I had more than my fair share of suitors.”

It’s not hard to believe. Time has been kind to Hyeri. Her features, though soft with age, are still striking. She must have been quite fetching as a young woman. 

“What made you choose Sanghun?” you ask.

“I don’t know that I had a choice in the matter at all,” she laughs as she helps you slip into a nightgown. “The moment I saw Sanghun, no other man existed for me. It was him or no one.” Her eyes go soft with a faraway look as she recounts the memory. “The other girls thought him too practical, too serious. But I saw a side of him that no one else saw. A part of him that was just for me.”

“You must miss him,” you say gently.

“Every day,” Hyeri admits. “Ten years he’s been gone and I think of him every day. Those letters remind me of what it’s like to be young and so in love that you’ll not see rhyme or reason. But –” she trails off and waves a hand as if fending off fresh tears. “Never mind that. Come sit.”

It’s unclear which of you she’s sparing from the memory. But as Hyeri begins working her comb through the lengths of your hair, you’re struck by how shortsighted you’ve been. There is suffering in never having the chance to love and be loved, certainly. But there is a different kind of suffering that comes with having that kind of love and then losing it. The thought humbles you.

Hyeri comes to stand behind you and begins working your wet hair into a loose plait.

“I’m sorry, Hyeri,” you say softly, gaze dropping to your hands. “I’m sorry that I haven’t thought to ask you about Sanghun. I haven’t been myself and I’ve just – “

Hyeri silences you with a soft hush. She secures your braid with a piece of linen and then drops to her knees to look her in the eye. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” she says softly, stroking a hand down the side of your face. “Nor do you owe anyone an explanation for feeling the things you feel.”

Her warmth thaws the frozen places inside you. It causes tears to spring to your eyes. And when she takes your hand in hers, you squeeze it gently — hoping that the gesture can convey the feelings you can’t put into words.

“Now put all of that behind you,” she says, smiling through her own unshed tears. “And come sit with me for a while.”

Hyeri leads the way into the chamber and you follow, only to stop short when the hearth comes into view.

When your gaze falls on the silhouetted figure near the fire, you nearly scream. You try to scream. But fear seizes your body, inch by inch – rooting your feet to the floor and closing around your throat like a shackle. You have no choice but stand there, staring in horrified silence as the figure begins to emerge from the shadows. In the span of one frantic heartbeat, the figure has a shape. In the next, it has a face. 

And in the next, it has a name.

“H-Hyeri?” you stammer, swaying on your feet as your legs threaten to give way. Your handmaid doesn’t answer and so you call out again, voice quivering. “Hyeri?”

You cannot take your eyes off the man standing before you. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t move, and so you stare as the firelight flickers over his stark, beautiful features. Shadows dance across his clenched jaw and knit brow. And his eyes – those dark eyes you know so well are fathomless, inscrutable – smoldering coal set in unblemished, unforgiving stone.

“Hyeri!“ you call out to her again, desperate – reluctantly tearing your gaze from the man to look for her. And when your eyes finally land on Hyeri, you find your handmaid standing near the chamber door, hands clasped together tightly. Streaks of color running up the thin skin of her neck and into her soft cheeks.

But she’s not surprised, is she? Not flummoxed in any way by finding Lord Jung lying in wait inside your private rooms. The realization comes over you slowly, wholly, until a strangle tingle runs from your scalp to the tips of your fingers. She’s arranged this, hasn’t she? 

“W-What is this?” The words leave you as more air than sound, but they ring out clear enough in the silence of your chamber. Lord Jung and Hyeri exchange a long look, but neither utters a sound.

“Someone speak!” you cry, wincing at the hysteria in your voice. 

Hyeri finally clears her throat, her face now fully aflame. “I believe the two of you – “ she pauses, swallowing hard. “Well, I believe the two of you have some things you need to discuss.”

Discuss? You and Lord Jung? Suddenly the panic you feel metastasizes, growing into something much darker. Has he come to admonish you, then? To punish you for your disloyalty? Has he come to lay bare every humiliating detail of that horrible night at the stables for Hyeri to hear? 

“No,” you whisper. You do your best to appear composed, despite the way your knees tremble. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken, Hyeri. I have nothing to discuss with Lord Jung.”

“Yes, you do.” The man in question speaks for the first time, his voice little more than a low rasp. “And we will.”

“No,” you repeat your refusal, shaking your head as though the movement will help sort your jumbled thoughts. “No. You have no right to turn up here and say what I will and will not do. And where did you come from? I saw you leave. I saw you mount your horse and ride off with – “

You stop yourself before you can finish the thought, flushing fiercely at the unspoken mention of the King. Your tedious, disinterested husband would be anything but if he had any inkling of this clandestine encounter.

“I was called back to the castle,” Lord Jung explains evenly. “A palace rider came bearing a missive bidding that I return at once to address an issue at the stables. I was but an hour’s ride away at the time.” Once again, he looks to Hyeri and they exchange another one of those maddening looks.

“But there was no issue at the stables,” you deduce quietly, the pieces falling into place, one by one. “Was there, Hyeri?” Your handmaid seems to shrink beneath the weight of the accusation in your eyes. 

“No, Your Grace,” she confesses weakly, “There was not.”

Oh, but your head is truly spinning now – each new revelation more disorienting than the last. How long have these two been conspiring together? What does Hyeri know about what’s transpired between you and Lord Jung? What does he know about the many private things you’ve shared with Hyeri? Both thoughts cause the bile in your stomach to rise.

“You can leave us now, Hyeri,” Lord Jung says. “Thank you.”  

Leave you? Has the man lost all good sense? You open your mouth to protest, but when met with the intensity in his glittering dark eyes, words fail you. You just stand there, mouth agape, rendered mute and immobile with shock. You look over at Hyeri, who has fixed her pleading eyes to your wide ones, her expression urging you to comply. And though you cannot make sense of a single thing that you’ve witnessed tonight, you do.

“Very well, My Lord,” she says quietly. “Rest well, Your Grace. The staff rouses at dawn.”

And with that Hyeri takes her leave, the chamber door closing behind her with a heavy thud that echoes the one in your chest.

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Once you are alone with Lord Jung, you realize how truly vulnerable you are.

With little more than a thin nightgown to cover you, he can see far more of you than would ever be considered proper. All it would take was one shout from the man to bring the guards running, to compromise you both to the point of expulsion. Perhaps worse.

But the situation is far weightier than that. 

You’ve been vulnerable to this man from nearly the first moment you saw him. You’d been weak to his attention and charms. You’d allowed him to see you in ways that no one else has: not Chaehee, not Hyeri and certainly not the King. And the only time in your life that you’d thrown caution to the wind – and acted with abandon, not restraint – he’d mortified you. The memory of that night is a wound that’s just barely begun to heal, and now here Lord Jung stands, poised to pour salt on it. 

You’ll not allow him to devastate you again. 

“Go on then,” you say, lifting your chin and speaking with feigned bravado. “You’ve gone to great lengths to speak to me, so speak. I assume you’ll enlighten me as to which matter is so pressing that you felt the need to steal into my chamber and risk ruin for us both.”

“I know what I’m risking,” he growls. Then he stops to collect himself, exhaling deeply as he shoves a hand through his hair. “I know what we both stand to lose. But I could not come to you any other way.”

“Why have you come to me at all?” you demand. “You made your feelings quite clear the night of the festival, did you not?” You can no longer contain your bitterness and it drips from your every word. “You should go back to your sovereign, My Lord. Back to your King.”

Lord Jung looks stricken when you use his own words against him. There is a despair in his dark eyes that might have pained you once, but not now. Not anymore.

“You have every right to be angry with me, Your Grace,” he acknowledges. “And if you bid me to leave, then I will do so. But not without telling you the truth. You deserve to hear the truth.”

“Everything here is a lie. Perhaps you, most of all.”

He looks at you for a long moment before turning towards the hearth to gaze into the fire. Orange-red light illuminates his profile, sweeping across his smooth brow, over the elegant slope of his nose and down to his strong jaw. He is still the most beautiful – and most terrible man you’ve ever known.

“The King said he would give her up,” he says woodenly, staring into the flames. “When your marriage was announced, he swore it. And I believed him.”

Every muscle in your body pulls tight.

“I knew that he loved her. We all did. But he vowed that he would respect his father’s wishes and I’ve never known him to be a duplicitous man. I’ve never known him to say one thing and do another. And when I realized that he’d been deceiving you, deceiving us all, I – “ he stops and shakes his head at the memory. “ – I wasn’t thinking clearly. I confronted him at once and demanded that he explain himself.”

The argument in the courtyard. The memories come back to you in an instant. The way they’d both looked so irate, the way their voices would rise and then fall. Lord Jung turning his back on the King and stalking away into the dark. 

The tightness in your chest is unbearable now, viselike. 

“I was so damned angry,” he whispers, more to himself than to you. “Never once in my life have I imagined putting my hands on the King, but in that moment – I don’t know. I don’t know what I might have done had I not walked away. But I confronted him because I had to know why.”

He rips his gaze from the fire and turns to you, eyes flashing.

“And do you know what he told me? Do you know what he said when I asked him why he would insult you by keeping a lover? He told me that he couldn’t stay away. That he’d tried to do the honorable thing but he couldn’t stay away.”

“Why are you telling me this?” The tremor in your voice belies your pathetic attempt at composure. “If you mean to cause me pain, it’s too late. I’ve known about the King’s lover since the early days of this marriage, and I’ve accepted it. Just as I’ve accepted that I’ll never amount to more than a trinket he dusts off to show to his people.”

Lord Jung takes a step towards you, his beautiful face hard in the firelight. There’s a maelstrom behind his eyes, a polite violence that sets you to shiver.

“I’m telling you this because I need you to understand,” he says. “I want to hate him. I have tried to hate him. But I cannot. I have no position of honor to stand on. No rightful claim to virtue. I have no right to condemn the King for his sins when I have so many of my own to account for.”

“I – I don’t understand,” you say weakly.

“I have no right – “ his voice breaks, thick with emotion, “-- I have no right to denounce the King for coveting another woman.” He drags a hand down his face, distraught. “Not when I have spent every single day since you stepped out of that carriage coveting you.”

You stop breathing entirely.

“So no,” he continues, voice graveled. “I cannot bring myself to hate the King. And you were right to think me a liar. I’ve pretended that my nearness to you was benign, nothing more than an act of service. I’ve tried to make myself look honorable to you, when I have been anything but. I’ve been a liar since the moment I met you.”

You are trembling now, head to toe. Rendered speechless by Lord Jung’s confession. Slowly, the maelstrom in his eyes starts to recede. He looks as vulnerable now as you feel. 

“You deserved to know the truth,” he says quietly. “If from no one else, than from me.” 

There is a heavy silence in the seconds it takes you to find your voice.

“My Lord, I – “

“Don’t call me that,” he pleads. “Please. Not now. Not when I’ve come to you like this.”

“Very well, Hoseok. But you sent me away. In the woods that night, I’d asked you to – “ you stop, not wanting to say the words aloud. “What’s changed? Why are you telling me this now?”

“I have tried to leave you alone.” His voice is ragged now, anguished. “I thought if I could just put some distance between us – if I rose earlier and worked harder and retired later – that I could exhaust this need out of me. But I can’t.” Torment is etched into every line of his beautiful face. It makes you want to reach out and touch him but you resist, uncertainty keeping your hands pinned to your sides.

“I cannot war with myself any longer,” he says hoarsely. “I cannot continue to lie to you or myself. And if he is not willing to give you the things you desire, then I will.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, your neck. It gathers in your belly, too.

“So if you’re asking me why now?” he says, taking another step towards you, closing what little distance remains. “It’s because I couldn’t stay away.”

He touches you then, takes your face into one warm hand and strokes his fingers down your temple, smooths the pad of his thumb over your lips. The featherlight touch raises goosebumps all over your skin. It’s more intimate than anything you’ve ever experienced with the King. 

“Do you still want me to kiss you?” he murmurs. 

“No,” you breathe. “I want so much more than that.”

He looks at you with such heat that the warmth in your belly goes molten. Then he presses his mouth to yours and slowly coaxes it open with gentle strokes of his tongue. He tastes of whiskey and smells of fine, heady soap and he does not relent until you are panting. Moisture gathers at the juncture of your thighs, beneath your thin nightgown.

But suddenly you are apprehensive. You’ve no idea how to kiss a man properly, much less satisfy him as a lover. And you’re not sure that you could ever live down the shame of disappointing him. When he finally pulls away to look down at you with heavy-lidded eyes, you have no choice but to confess.

“There’s something you should know, Hoseok,” you say, the sound of his given name still foreign in your mouth. “It’s just that – well, I am by no means a maiden but in some respects, I might as well be. I know almost nothing about how to please you.”

Anger flashes in his eyes, and for one terrifying moment you fear it’s for you.

“That is through no fault of your own,” he says darkly. “And if he’s been too much of a fool to see to your needs, then so be it.” He dips his head to press a kiss to your ear, then whispers, “Your pleasure will be mine and mine alone.”

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Hoseok spends an inordinate amount of time tending to the fire. 

You sit on the edge of your bed and watch him, feverish with anticipation as he moves the weakest logs and adds fresh ones. Once he’s satisfied, once the chamber is glowing with fresh flames and warmth, he cleans his hands and comes to you.

Your heart rattles harder with each step he takes towards your bed. 

When he’s finally standing at the foot of your bed, he takes off his belt. And then reaches behind his head to pull his tunic away. The sight of his bare chest is enough to make your mouth go dry. His body is lithe and sleek and strong, his muscles rippling as he puts his hands down on either side of you and lowers his mouth to yours for a kiss.

“Tonight is about you, pretty bird,” he murmurs, trailing more kisses across your cheek, down your neck. “So I want you to tell me everything you want.”

“I want to see you.” The words leave you in a rush an account of the way his mouth moves from the juncture of your neck and to the hollow of your collarbone. “All of you.”

Hoseok wastes no time in straightening to his full height to remove his breeches, and then his smallclothes. And try as you might not to stare, it cannot be helped. You’ve never been able to study a man like this. Not even the King.

“Can I touch you?” 

“Please,” he groans.

And then you are cautiously reaching for him, wrapping a hand around the length of him, marveling at the way he pulses in your palm. You run your fingertips down the skin of his shaft, awestruck by how silky and warm he is. But when your fingers reach the blunt head of him, he flinches.

“I don’t – I’m sorry,” you say quickly. “Did I hurt you?

“No, no. You didn’t hurt me,” he assures you, his voice sounding a bit strangled. “I’m just sensitive there, is all.”

“Will you show me, then?” you ask, curiosity far stronger than any self-consciousness you might feel. “Show me how to touch you.”

“Of course.”

He sits down on the bed beside you, taking hold of your hand. And then you watch with a heady mix of confusion and excitement as he takes your fingers into his mouth one, by one. He finishes the unfamiliar preparation by licking a long stripe up the palm of your hand. The stroke of his tongue sends a bolt of desire racing through you.

“It’s easier like this,” he explains, guiding your hand back to his length. You take hold of him again and this time he wraps his hand around yours. He moves your hand for you, up and down the length of him, until you can feel him growing hotter and harder in your hand. You’re fascinated by it all – by how firmly he wants to be touched, by how labored his breathing becomes, by the way the muscle and sinew in his legs seem to twitch at your command.

He leans over to capture your mouth as he begins to buck into your hand in earnest. And after a while his own hand falls away, leaving you to take control of his pleasure. And what an intoxicating power he’s given you – taut muscles in his abdomen flexing with each of his strained breaths.

“That feels so good, pretty bird,” he groans, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. “Just right. Your hand feels so good around me like this.” 

The wetness you’d felt between your thighs when he’d kissed you the first time returns, and each sound of pleasure he rewards you with makes you wetter and warmer. He is rock hard in your hand now, the dusky head of his manhood shiny with moisture. You watch a bead of it appear at the tip and you slide your fingertips over it, transfixed by how smooth it feels. Beside you, Hoseok shudders.

“I think that’s enough for now,” he says, breathless. “I’ll be of no use to you if you keep that up for much longer.”

You have half a mind to protest, but then his hands are sliding over the thin material of your nightgown, cupping your breasts through the gauzy fabric. He takes one of your nipples between his fingers and teases it until it’s standing at attention. You sigh.

“Can I take this off?” he whispers, pulling at the nightgown. 

You hesitate. Not even the King has seen you nude. Not once has he ever asked you to remove your nightgown and so for a long time, that is what you’d assumed he preferred. That is, until you’d caught him in bed with his lover. 

“Look at me,” Hoseok says, sensing your anxiety. He tips your chin up until your gaze meets his own. “I’ll not ask you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. But I would be lying if I said that I didn’t want to use my mouth and hands on you. On all of you.”

You inhale deeply, flustered by the way he speaks so plainly about his desires. But that’s what you want, isn’t it? What you’ve longed for all this time. And that’s what he’s promised you, isn’t it? Pleasure. Pleasure that will be his and his alone. 

You draw your nightgown up to your thighs and then raise up to pull it even higher. When you’ve finally discarded it, when there is nothing left between you and Hoseok you flush, looking away.

“You have nothing to hide,” he rasps. “You’re beautiful. Believe me, pretty bird – you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

Emboldened by the praise, you draw nearer to him and trace the outline of his heart-shaped mouth with one finger. And then it is your lips that find his; your tongue that moves past the seam of his lips and your teeth that find the shell of his ear. You thread your fingers in his hair, and he groans, gathering you close.

“You can’t imagine how many nights I’ve dreamed of you like this,” he says, gently laying you back on the bed. “You can’t imagine how many nights I’ve taken myself in hand to these fantasies.”

Oh, but you can imagine, can’t you? The few times you’d dared to try and seek your own pleasure, it had been him in your mind’s eye as your hand was between your legs. It had always been him. 

Hoseok’s mouth leaves yours and when it  finds the tip of one aching breast, you gasp.

“Do you like that?” he goads, laving your nipple with his tongue, taking it between his teeth. The pang of pleasure he incites in you is so sharp, you cry out. “Your body is so responsive,” he murmurs. “So damned responsive.”

There is only so much of that particular torture you can take, and so when his mouth finally leaves your breasts you exhale a sigh of relief. But then his mouth is on your sternum, and then your stomach, and then –

You freeze.

“I want to kiss you here,” Hoseok explains, cupping your mound with one large hand. “I promised you pleasure and this is the surest way to it. Will you let me?”

He looks up at you from the edge of the bed, his dark hair wild and his dark eyes glossy with desire, his mouth hovering over your most secret place. Your pulse skitters, heart pounding erratically at the thought of him kissing you there.

“Is it – is it proper?” you ask, chiding yourself at once for asking such a stupid question. Your face flames when Hoseok raises a brow. “I don’t know that I’ve ever thought to consider the … propriety of such an act,” he says slowly. “But I know that you’ll enjoy it if you allow me to show you. And if you don’t enjoy it, I’ll stop.”

In the seconds that follow, you think about the way he’d let you take him in hand. How he’d showed you how to bring him pleasure, without reserve. How powerful you’d felt when he’d been shuddering under your touch. He’d trusted you, hadn’t he? Just as you now must trust him.

“Alright,” you whisper, nodding your assent. “I trust you.”

He grins at you then, wickedly, before lowering his mouth to your mons. And then he is kissing you there, softly, each brush of his lips moving lower and lower still. Until you feel the heat of his breath at your entrance. You tense.

“Relax for me,” he instructs, licking a long, wet stripe up the length of you. The touch sends a frisson of sensation shooting through your limbs. “Close your eyes and try to think of nothing but this.”

And then he sets his tongue to the tiny pearl at your entrance. 

And at once, you see stars.

“H-Hoseok!” you gasp, your hips flying off the bed at the contact. The urge to snap your legs shut is almost as strong as the urge to push deeper into the pleasing press of his tongue. Almost.

But he pins your legs down with his arms and continues the onslaught, stroking and licking at you with his tongue, nipping at you with his teeth. You grab fistfulls of the duvet as though it might ground you somehow, keep you from bursting into flame.

And then he slides one long finger into you.

You are incoherent now, moaning and begging in broken sentences that do not make sense. But your body is responding in ways that your words cannot, hips moving in time with his mouth. Each pass of his tongue sends sharp spikes of pleasure to your core. You’d thought you’d known what this pleasure felt like, that perhaps you’d be able to reach it on your own someday, but never once had it been like this. 

And then you can feel it – the coil turning inside you, the desperate ascent to the one place you’ve never been able to reach. And it’s so close, so so close – the promise of whatever awaits on the other side strong enough to sate this nameless craving that you’ve felt for so long. It’s within your reach now, if only you can just hold on.

And then it stops.

He takes his mouth and tongue away and the pleasure vanishes. “Hoseok, no,” you cry, sapped of all energy, robbed once again of the relief you so desperately seek. “Please,” you beg weakly, “please.”

But he’s at your side now, the length of his body resting against yours, his manhood hard and hot against your leg. “Come now, pretty bird,” he soothes, “I didn’t bring you this high just to let you fall.”

He presses his lips to your ear at the same time he presses his fingers back to the aching bud between your thighs. “Go on then,” he whispers. “Fly.”

He brings every sensation he’d wrought from you rushing back with his fingers. His mouth hovers at your ear, whispering his encouragement until the coil inside you snaps. He must have known that you’d not be able to contain yourself when you came apart because he covers your mouth with his own, swallowing the sobs he wrenches from you, bringing you down slowly as you come apart.

And when you finally come to your senses again, when your breathing has evened and your heart has slowed and every part of you feels liquid and languid, he smiles.

“I couldn’t risk you waking the entire castle,” he explains apologetically, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” you shudder through your quiet laughter, aftershocks of sensation rippling through you. “Quite the opposite, in fact. I’ve never – never experienced anything like that.”

“That’s mine,” he murmurs, going up on one elbow. “Just as I told you it would be.”

Indeed. But what about his pleasure? The firm reminder of it remains pressed against you, the rigid length of it leaking onto your duvet. You reach for it and he draws a sharp breath through his clenched teeth.

“I want to feel you inside me,” you say softly, noting the way a muscle tics in his jaw. You wrap your hand around him and squeeze, astounded by how feverishly hot he feels. “Please.”

Hoseok nods, climbing over you and settling his hips between your thighs. He takes himself in hand and when you feel the blunt head of him at your entrance, you tense again. But he doesn’t enter you right away. Instead he looks down at you, his dark eyes brimming with emotion.

“Are you certain,” he breathes, his brow dotted with a fine sheen of sweat. “I need to hear you say it.”

You lift up to kiss him, pressing your lips to his. “Take me, Hoseok,” you whisper. “Now.”

And in one sure stroke, he’s buried to the hilt inside you. 

Bodies sealed, fates sealed.

The force of his entry steals the breath from your lungs. And though you’ve been breached before, it’s never felt like this. You’re still sensitive from the pleasure he’d given you only moments before and each of his thrusts only heightens the sensation. 

You cling to him as he rocks against you, closing your eyes to revel in the fullness. He buries his head in your neck and thrusts harder, the sound of his skin meeting yours just as gratifying as it is lurid. And when he reaches between you to press his fingers to your pearl once again, impossibly you feel fresh pleasure begin to bloom.

Broken phrases fall from his lips, a string of curses and blessings and everything in between. And his coarse language doesn’t scandalize you; in fact it only causes you to hurtle towards the peak faster. And then you’re flying again – flying apart, scattering into a million pieces. Crying into his mouth as your release explodes into color and tiny wisps of fire slowly drift back to the earth.

But you come back to yourself just as his rhythm has started to falter, just as the steady cant of his hips becomes so frenetic that you know his own release is near. You have only a moment to mourn the loss of his weight and his warmth before he’s on his knees before you.

You’ve never seen anything more erotic. Firelight flickers over him as he throws his head back, the cords in his neck clenching as he takes himself in hand. And then he is groaning, long and low, as his release spills on to the duvet.

Then he collapses onto you, wrapping you up in his arms, turning you both until he’s on his back and your head rests upon his chest. And then you both lie there for a while, skin to skin,  watching the flames cast shadows on the stone.

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Neither one of you sleep, the threat of dawn too near to indulge in any such luxury. 

“What happens now, Hoseok?”

You ask the question after he’s made love to you a second time, both of you too exhausted to move. Hoseok inhales and exhales deeply. “I don’t know. I have no control over the world outside of that chamber door, pretty bird.”

You map the lines of his chest with one finger, thoughtful.

“You told me earlier that if the King would not give me the things I desire, you would. Did you mean that?”

“I did,” Hoseok says, pressing a kiss to your hair. “If it’s within my power, then I will. I will give you anything I can.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, closing your eyes and breathing deeply. “Thank you.”

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You sit by the window and take in the afternoon sunlight, eyes drooping as you fight to stay awake.

You cannot ever remember being so tired. You sleep in fits and starts now, two or three hours at a time. And your body is too fatigued to talk up walking again, though the fresh air and exercise would do you some good. But you will walk again, soon. It won’t be long before you’re sitting with your birds and reading in the gentle Spring breeze.

Hyeri charges into the room like a bull, the tea tray in her hand clattering loudly. You narrow her eyes at her as she approaches and she fixes you with a sardonic look.“Oh, hush you,” she grumbles, setting the tray down on the table and walking over to you. “I wasn’t that loud.”

But her scowl falls away as her gaze locks on the baby at your breast, her muted eyes glowing with admiration. 

“That’s a fine Prince you have there, Your Grace,” she says softly. Then she looks up at you and her scowl returns. “Though at the rate you’re going, I’ll never get to hold him, will I? You’ve an entire staff to help you with him, and still you refuse. You’re going to make that boy rotten.”

You chuckle under your breath as you stroke your hand over the tuft of downy hair at your son’s crown. He blinks up at you with his huge dark eyes, and your heart is filled to overflowing with a love that you once you thought you’d never know. 

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Business Proposal || knj (9/?)

pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love

Warnings: slow burn, angst, fluff, flirting, semi-edited, smut, fingering, eating out, unprotected sex.

Rating: mature, 18+

w.c: 8.0

Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”

A/n: lol, hello, I'm sorry for being so MIA lately. I kinda have had half of this written since November but my mom came to visit me in Korea and I forgot about it haha. If you are still here thank you for sticking around! Enjoy! Let me know your thoughts!

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10 Years Ago

Things were finally looking up.

“If you just remember everything we have gone over you'll be fine.” He simply says like it's no big deal, waving you off. 

You on the other hand are filled with the gnawing pain of your nerves. As you look down at your notebook filled with an equal mixture of correct and incorrect answers. 

Maybe things weren't really looking up. 

“I think we should do a few more.” You rush out, flipping to a new page. In that exact moment, the buzzer in Namjoon's hand goes off, and he stands up. 

He pushes in his chair and walks to stand beside you, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Over studying is not the answer.” He says gently, giving your shoulder a light squeeze before walking away to pick up your drinks. 

Your protest dying as you burn daggers into his back. You aren't sure if it's a good thing that he has so much faith in you. When you don't have an ounce in yourself. Especially when in two days you'll hopefully end your misery with the dreaded math final. 

It's been two whole months since you've started your weekly tutoring sessions with Namjoon. You aren't completely lost in class anymore. If you are, you just come to the broad man and drown him in all kinds of questions. With this tactic you've even managed to get an eighty-five present in your last math test. 

The only thing left for you to pass is the stupid final.

You have been seeing Namjoon a lot more this week. Scheduling, and practically begging him to squeeze you into his tight schedule since Monday. A request to brush up on equations and gain some clarity on things you might have forgotten. To say the least, your test anxiety has reached a whole new level. You visibly look exhausted, your skin is oilier than usual, sporting a few painful pimples on your chin, and your hair looks so greasy despite just washing it in the morning. You should feel slightly ashamed for even leaving your house looking like a hot mess, but your thoughts are suffocating. Staying in would make the panic in the pit of your stomach worse. 

Especially when you and your tutor have recently discovered your inability to do word problems. The main reason why you keep calling Namjoon at three in the morning. Even though he thinks you're just being paranoid, especially with the silent sigh of defeat you hear through your phone speaker. He tries his best to reassure you that you're going to be fine at the end of the day. 

“There will probably be three, five at most. He had said last night when you called. 

Thankfully he had stayed up revising his final paper, instead of being three dimensions deep in dream land like on Sunday when you called. Still, even though he had muttered out a tiny complaint, he stayed on the line with you. Until you were calm enough to fall asleep again. 

In just three months your acquaintance has blossomed into a full on friendship. Along with your sneaking suspicion that both Taehyung and Jimin like him better. It was obvious last Friday night when Jimin had a small end of the semester get together at his apartment. Namjoon got so drunk he performed the entirety of Grease Lightning on karaoke. Including the dance break with special guest and step brother Jeon Jungkook. 

Later on in the night the older of the four cried about the final scene in the Titanic. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, but heartwarming to be able to see a different side of the Philosophy student. 

“Look who decided to join us.” You jump, placing your pen down in your notebook, closing it to hold your page. You turn around, feeling a wide smile come onto your face when you lock eyes with the other source of your happiness these last few months. 

“Hobi,” you exclaim, holding your arms out to him. He chuckles, and leans down giving you one of those awkward hugs one gives when the other person is sitting down. It only lasts a few seconds and then he is leaning his head back to plant a sloppy kiss on your cheek, making you cringe. 

“Ew,” you pout, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand. He chuckles, pecking your lips lightly and then taking the seat next to you. 

“Joon says you need a break from being a math wizard.” He chuckles, dragging your notebook to him. He places his arms over it keeping it hostage.

You whine crossing your arms in front of you, pouting like a child. “But what if I don't pass. I don't want to have to take the class a third time.” 

Namjoon shakes his head, sets your chamomile tea in front of you, and sits down. “I already told you, you won't. I did the math last night. Even if you get a sixty five percent, you'll still be able to pass the class with a B.” He states firmly and takes a sip from his coffee. 

You huff, sinking further into the chair. “I don't want a B, I want an A.” 

Hoseok snakes an arm over your shoulders and brings you close to his side.” “Then you will pass the class with an A honey cakes.” He kisses your temple before resting his cheek on top of your head. You take a deep breath, nodding and snuggling closer to him.

“So are you two dating now?” Namjoon leans back in his seat, crossing his arms in front of him.

Hoseok waves an arm, brushing off the question that has been surrounding the two of you these past three weeks. “You know it's not like that.” He answers before you can. He pulls his arm away and sets them both on top of your notebook. He sends you a knowing wink. 

“Yeah you out of all people should know it's not like that.” You back up Hoseok, sticking your tongue out at the other. “How's Rina by the way?” You challenge making the man next to you burst out in a fit of giggles. 

You see, most of the things Jungkook told you about Namjoon prior to your first meeting have all been lies. Or just not the whole truth.

Namjoon was a broody person. He did put his studies as one of his priorities in life. And he didn't want a relationship. 

Yet in the last few months you have gotten to know the career driven man. You've also managed to peel back some of his layers. 

He did have his moments of indignation, but he could also be very playful and funny. This side mostly comes out when Hoseok is around or when he wants you to get your mind off the things that have been stressing you out. He does have a strong work ethic, but he also knows when to take a break. 

There have even moments in your tutoring slash now study sessions when he forces you to take walks. He says it helps clear your head, but you also know it's his way to get his ideas to flow again whenever he feels stuck. 

During these walks you've managed to find out more things about him. He loves museums because he's shit at art, and knowing that there are people out there who aren't makes him appreciate the art a lot more. At least once every two months he visits the tree he and his father planted his mother’s ashes at to update her on his life. He cares so much for Jungkook and his mother even if he doesn't show it all the time. And despite not wanting a relationship he has been head over heels for the girl he's been casually hooking up with for the last two years. 

Though he won't come out and say it himself. You have witnessed the way his face settles down into something calmer. And his eyes light up whenever his phone rings and her name pops up on the screen.

He once spent thirty minutes talking about a joke she had told him one night. Spoiler alert, it wasn't a good one, but it was adorable watching him try to get it out in-between chuckles. 

You also know he shares the same negative sentiment Jungkook has about your current relationship with his best friend. But just like he claims that his relationship with Rina is complicated. So, is yours with the ray of sunshine you get to now call friend.

“She's fine.” He shrugs, clearing his throat and looking out the window. You share a look with Hoseok before letting out a fit of shared giggles. 

If someone had once told you that your strict math tutor slash friend would turn into a shy mess with just the simple mention of a name. You would've thought they were fucking with you. Even if it still surprises you a little bit. 

“You should just ask her to be your girlfriend.” Hoseok chimes in. 

Namjoon throws his head back groaning. “It wouldn't work out if I do, plus that would require for me to act like a boyfriend and I'm not ready for that kind of commitment.” He speaks with his eyes trained on the high ceiling of the cafe. 

You lean forward placing your elbows on top of the table and wrapping your arms around the hot mug. “You already do Namjoon. A switch of labels is not going to change anything. And don't you think she deserves some kind of confirmation and respect when it comes to your relationship?” You finish tilting your head to the side. 

“I do respect her though, which is why I don't want to ask her, like you just said a label won't change anything.” 

You let out a sigh, “I didn't say that you didn't respect her. I just think that from a girl's perspective she might be feeling a little bit confused with your words and actions. You say the two of you aren't anything serious but then you act like you can't live without her. If I was in her shoes I would feel very frustrated. So, maybe you don't have to make this big grand gesture or ask her to officially be your girlfriend but just clarify things between the two of you. If you aren't serious about her then so be it but if you are then tell her that.” You finish and take your first sip from your tea. 

“I agree with honey cakes, just be a little more straight forward that's all.” Hoseok shrugs before standing up. 

Namjoon rolls his eyes, and looks between the two of you. “And what about you?” He counteracts childishly. You knew it was coming. In his eyes the two of you giving him advice when you're in a similar situation is a bit hypocritical. Plus you and Hoseok are on the same page so it's di–

“That's different.” Hoseok speaks before you. “And this is about your love life not ours.” He states stuffing his hands in his pockets. 

“Whatever.” Namjoon brushes off. You sigh, aware that if you choose to continue the conversation it will end in the three of you having a petty argument. You look at Hoseok as he leans down, placing a delicate kiss on your cheek, making the man witnessing the affectionate gesture scoff in annoyance. 

If he wants to say something he doesn't voice it instead he opens his leather bound notebook to a new page. 

Hoseok ignores him and stands up straight. “Are we still on tonight?” 

You nod. “I can't stay for long though I want to catch up on sleep.” 

“Fine then just one movie it is.” He winks before turning on his heels. Leaving you behind with the grumpy man. He looks up from his journal, opening his mouth, but you raise a hand to stop him. “It's different Namjoon.” 

Namjon clicks his tongue in annoyance and shrugs. “Whatever, let's just do one more world problem before calling it a day.” 

“Fine,” you huff, sliding your notebook in front of you and opening it to a clean page. 

Just one more day and you'll be free from this torture. 

Hoseok's apartment is everything you expect from the maximest man. Just upon walking in you are hit with waves of bright colors. By the doorway there are different KAWS figurines that you can only imagine cost a fortune. Yet they greet you with their x'd out eyes as you remove your shoes. 

Then you have to pass by the Supreme beaded curtain to finally enter the living room. A bright red leather couch is settled in the middle. With wine colored pillows and a black throw blanket that you've adopted since the first night you spent in Hoseok's arms.

Abstract art lines the walls behind the television. There are more figurines lining the shelves in between books, records, and framed pictures of his friends and families. Along with a few miscellaneous items that he's told you he's obtained over the years.

His TV is huge. Takes up almost the whole wall, but your favorite to watch movies since he installed a surround system upon moving in years ago. 

You still remember the first night he invited you over. It was after spending two whole weeks texting non stop. He simply asked if you wanted to watch a movie with him and you thought why not. 

One night led to another and now another. It always starts the same. The two of you spend days teasing one another through text. Lewd texts along with pictures. You come over for a movie and then you end up underneath him. 

When it's over, he lets you use his shower while he orders takeout from the vegan restaurant a block down the road. And the two of you resume watching the movie as if neither of you were panting each other's names in pleasure. 

A simple arrangement with absolutely no strings attached.

It was what you were expecting when you came over tonight. Not that you don't mind the nights in which you do come over and nothing happens other than the deep hearted talks over a slow record playing in the background. But that wasn't happening either, because ever since you arrived at his doorstep, the overzealous man has been quiet. Biting the inside of his cheek and moving around you far enough to raise suspicion. 

It has your mind traveling back to the conversation that occurred in the afternoon. Was Hoseok having second thoughts? Or was there more to his actions than what you were picking up? 

“Hobi,” you whisper the minute he enters his living room with a bowl of popcorn stepping over your legs that were resting on his coffee table. He silently settles down next to you, on the other side of the couch with a gap wide enough to fit a person in between. 

Now you're more than positive that something is wrong. 

You groan, “I think I'll just go home then.” You mumble, pushing the throw blanket of your shoulders. 

This is enough to catch his attention. His eyes are wide behind his dark rimmed glasses and he sits up. “What why?” He tilts his head in confusion. 

A dry chuckle escapes your lips. “You obviously don't want me around, so I'll just go. I need to go to sleep early anyway.” You shrug, slipping your feet in his fuzzy slippers and swiftly start making your way to grab your stuff in his room. 

“No I–wait.” Finally, he speaks up, earning an eye roll from you that he can't see as your back is still turned. 

With haltered steps you spin on your heel to face him again, “What? You've been acting strange since I got here. So, if you don't want me around I will just go home.” 

At lightning speed he sets the bowl of popcorn on his coffee table, and stands up. He makes hasty steps towards you and when he is finally standing in front of you, he sets both of his hands on top of your shoulders. 

“Don't leave…I'm sorry.” Hoseok's eyes cast down past your face. They settle upon the graphic on your old washed out t-shirt. He takes a deep breath and looks up again. His face twists into something you can't decipher. It's a look you've never seen him wear, and it settles hard into your chest. 

He looks troubled, chewing on the inside of his cheek. His eyes dart to five different focal points. You know he's arguing with himself. When he finally looks at you in your eyes again. You can't help but shrink a little bit. 

His features have hardened, and you want to reach out to smooth over the little worry lines in the middle of his forehead. Guilt washes over you. 

For what? 

You don't know but you hope more than anything that you'll soon find out. 

“Can we talk?” He speaks up, letting his arms fall down, his knuckles brushing against your skin. 

For a second you think he's going to pull away. Retrieve into his body, but when he grabs your hands and laces his fingers with yours. The guilt in the pit of your stomach dissipates and you're left with confusion. 

When you don't answer his question, he repeats himself. This time differently, “I just think we need to talk, I've been thinking since this afternoon. I want to check up on you, and I guess us.” He clarifies, and now you're filled with a different kind of emotion. As much as you're relieved that you didn't do anything wrong per se. You are slightly annoyed that he couldn't just tell you that when you first arrived. Instead of ignoring you until you reached your breaking point. 

Frustrated, you say slowly, “Then just say that, instead of ignoring me.” 

Hoseok closes his eyes and sighs, nodding his head before speaking, “you're right I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind and I am not sure how to bring any of what I'm thinking about up.” 

“Hobi, just say it. We agreed on clear communication when we realized that this was going to be more than just a one night stand.” You sigh, beginning to walk in the direction of his couch, stringing him along. “Whatever is on your mind, just say it.” You push him onto his couch and take the seat next to him, your body fully facing his, and you fold your legs beneath you. 

He nods, running a hand down his face. “I don't think this is working anymore.” He whispers, eyes trained on his ceiling. 

Okay you were definitely not expecting that, but instead of voicing your surprise, you squeeze his hand. Encouraging him to continue. 

He does, “I think I'm slowly falling for you, well I don't know I'm confused about my feelings.” He whispers the end and falls quiet. 

As much as you want to run away and hide at his confession. He looks troubled and you wouldn't be a good friend if you just left him to wallow in his thoughts. No matter the pressure that has settled in your chest. Or the fact that your heart thinks you're running a marathon, making your ears feel like they're about to fall off too. 

With every passing moment you're finding that it's getting harder to breathe. You aren't dumb, the atmosphere has also changed, but it isn't because of his confession. It's because you are also a bit confused about your feelings.

You clear your throat, “W-What are you confused about?” 

He stops his staring game with the ceiling, shifting his whole body to finally face you. “Do you know why both Kook and Joon are so against us?” 

The question throws you off guard but you suppose it has to do with what he's going through. You do have an idea as to why your friends are raising a brow at your relationship. Jungkook’s warning the first day you met the barista is enough for you to get a rough idea of what they mean. But you want to hear it from him. 

Still you don't know if you can trust your voice so you shake your head. 

He continues, “I've never been in a relationship because I don't trust people to love me the way I know I can love them. So, I just sleep around, and when I get bored I break it off.” 

 “I know. They warned me about you when you immediately showed interest. And trust me I knew what I signed up for when we agreed to keep seeing each other. I don't expect anything more than what we are doing.” You tilt your head to the side.

“I know that's why I'm confused. At first that's all I expected and wanted. But then I don't know I feel so full and empty when I'm with you. I don't want you to leave when the night is over. You're the last thing I think about and the first thing I want to see. I've never felt this sure and comfortable with anyone ever, and I don't know what to do because we both know this isn't forever, your forever is with someone else, and so is mine. But for now I just want to be with you and know what it's like to fall in love and with you.” He takes a deep breath. “Even if it's just for a little bit. You know that next year I'll be leaving for that design school, and I'm sorry but nothing and no one is going to stop me. I've waited too long for this opportunity. I know I'm being selfish to ask you this, but can you please find it in your heart to let me be yours until then?” 

Hoseok finishes. And you're left to your own devices. To deal with your emotions as they spill out of you in hot tears. You've never had someone confess to you so passionately before. Actually nobody has ever bothered. And even though it's semi depressing you can't help but feel on cloud nine with all his words wrapping around you in the warmth that he radiates. 

Without thinking you kneel, and wrap your arms around his neck. “Okay let's do it.” You beam and he matches your smile. He leans in to kiss you but you place your hand over his mouth to stop him. 

Confusion plagues him like a bitter sting. You laugh, “But only if you agree that when everything is over there's no drama between us, and if I ever get married you have to design my wedding dress.” You remove your hand, and cradle his cheek, rub your thumb over his eyebrow. 

He chuckles, rolling his eyes. “You will get married.” 

“Nah, but it's okay. I've accepted my faith.” You shrug, resting your forehead against his. His hands come up your cheek, squishing them slightly.

“You will honey cakes, that's why I'm already planning your dress design in my head.” He wipes your forgotten tears, and tilts your head to the side. 

You feel your breathing get faster, as his heart shaped lips rest centimeters apart. “How are you so sure?” You whisper, swallowing thickly at the end. 

He smirks, with a glint in his eye. Like he knows something you don't, “because I know someone who is also falling for you but they’re to dumb to notice “ 

“Who?” 

“Secret,” he says before finally crashing his lips onto yours.

Hoseok’s room is equally as loud as his living room. It’s a little more diluted with simple decorations and a huge abstract painting on the wall in front of his bed. His bed takes up most of his space, adoring a black duvet with black sheets. He has three pillows and two of those you’ve taken ownership of. His brown dresser holds little trinkets of things he buys or finds in the pockets of his pants. It’s also home to a series of designer colognes. Your favorite one was definitely Terre d'Hermes. Somehow the smell always fills with comfort. 

Your favorite part of his room–other than his bed–was his desk. They say you can tell a lot about a person by just looking at their work space. 

He’s a messy artist. His sketches are always thrown around, or pinned on the corkboard hanging over his desk. He has two bookshelves filled with sketchbooks and magazines. Sometimes if you’re lucky he will leave his sketchbooks open, awarding you with a small glance of his work. He has different notebooks for different magazine cutouts. Each one labeled something like, ‘street’ or ‘formal’ or ‘one-day.’ The latter always peaks your interest but you’ve never thought to ask. He has a thousand different sketching materials, and so many colorful markers. You just know that he was that kid in class with the sixty-four crayola back. 

He's passionate about his craft. A passion that shines through everything that he does. Especially when he’s sharing that passion with you. Now, as he lays you down onto his soft mattress. He kisses his way down your neck, slowly pushing your shirt up to reveal your stomach and the few stretch marks that appeared one day in your early adolescent years. 

For years it was hard to be intimate with someone in fear that they would disgust your partner. But the one thing you learned while growing up was that most men didn’t give a shit unless they were getting it. 

Yet Hoseok, your boyfriend, now. 

He cares. 

In a good way. The first time he saw you naked he almost came in his jeans. Your curves were all in the right places. You have enough skin to grip onto, and he loves all the marks and imperfections your body has. 

He couldn’t understand why you were so beautiful in the soft glow of his bedroom lights? Why he didn’t have the words to describe how his heart was literally beating against his ribcage?  Why for the first time in his casual dating experience he feared he wouldn't be able to give you the pleasure you deserved? 

So, that first night together, he took his time. Trying to get his thoughts under control. He painted your body with featherlight kisses. Determined to leave his trace imprinted in your body for however long you two would engage with each other. 

Everytime you came over. He did just that. He took his time, choreographing a dance with your body. It was a no-brainer that he had fallen for you. Something he knew shouldn’t have happened. He had plans for himself. He had a future mapped out since he was teenage. Though, he had the sneaking suspicion that you wouldn’t stop him from achieving his goals. That you would support him through everything. He should’ve stopped his feelings for you from growing. 

He kept them quiet until his portfolio got accepted. Until he saw the brief glances Namjoon gave you when he thought you weren’t looking. Perhaps it was the jealousy that made him confess. Or that his time with you was now limited. Whatever the reason was that led him to his confession, he only hoped that you felt the same. 

You giggle, the beautiful melodic sound grounds him as he wraps a calloused hand around your right breast, circling his thumb around the pebble. 

You're his girlfriend now. 

He, your boyfriend and he will bring down the moon for you tonight if you asked him too. 

“What’s so funny?” His curious stare meets your amused one. 

You had failed to keep your giggles at bay while he made out with you on his couch. He let a few of his own out when he had had enough of kissing and grinding in his living room, and guided you into his room. 

He loved the sound, and he loved that it was only because after months of dancing this tango you were still shy underneath him. 

“Nothing, it’s just that Mickey is staring at us.” You whisper gasping when he grinds his lower half against yours. Hoseok playfully rolls his eyes, reaching and turning around the newly added picture of his family dog on his bedside table. No more prying dog or human eyes around to interrupt the two of you. 

His attention returns to you. Gaze burning with lust as he leans down, pecking your lips lightly. “Can you stay over?” He says, kneading your breast again. The teasing touches were driving you insane. But this is how you preferred it. Slow and intense, tangling your body with his, until the two of you became one. 

“I’ll make an exception if you promise to drive me to my class tomorrow with a free coffee.” You smile, pushing your chest into his hand. 

He shook his head, reaching down to your lips. “Hustler.” He mumbles, capturing your mouth in a slow sensual kiss. “You got yourself a deal baby girl.” 

Your body shudders at the nickname. He only used it when it was just the two of you. He knew the effect it had on you. “Can I take your shirt off now?” He smirks. 

You let out a pleasurable sigh, nodding your head, before verbalizing a soft, “yes.” 

He pulls away, sitting back on his heels, peeling his shirt off before helping you with yours. He discards the two of them somewhere behind him. He pulls you towards him again, resting his forehead against yours. A bright smile adorning his perfect face. 

It makes your stomach crumble, knowing that from this moment on.

Hoseok would always be the one who got away. 

Your big “what if.” 

Your biggest treasure. Your safe place. Your blueprint for a future with someone else. The love story that was made to end. But one that burned so bright that would have you telling your future daughter to never be afraid of love. 

“Can we go slow today?” You run your hands down his torso, playing with the belt buckle of his expensive belt. 

“I’ll go at whatever pace you want me to go, baby girl.” He reassures,  his fingers play with the bra strap that had fallen down your shoulder. 

You tilt your head, looking at him with soft eyes. And he swears he feels himself melt. 

The next few minutes were a mess of soft kisses and clothes being discarded. Each article of clothing, landing with a soft ‘thud’ against his bedroom floor. You’re on cloud nine, his lips kiss down your neck, your collarbone. His hands part your thighs, baring your cunt to him. He sits back, mouth watering at how wet you are. He couldn’t wait for a taste. 

He could never wait. And he never did. 

He kisses your mound before wrapping his lips around your clit. He savors the sigh that escapes your mouth. He smirks when he immediately feels you grip his hair, pushing him further. Just like he couldn’t resist, you also couldn’t.

He sucked, distracting you from his finger circling around your entrance making you gasp in surprise when you feel him insert one. Slowly thrusting it as he licked you like a man who has been starved for weeks. 

“Hobi,” You sigh, pushing his head further. He fingers you faster until he feels you clench around him, and he stops, making you whine. 

“Please,” you plead. He chuckles against you, inserting another finger. This time he doesn’t give you time to adjust. You feel him thrust into you with no hesitation. His mouth sucking on your clit, swirling his tongue around it playing with the nub. 

You were withering, moaning his name, and anything your mind could conjure up in this moment. 

Overwhelmed with blissful pleasure, you grip his bed sheets, bucking your hips into his face. He groans, knowing you were on edge from how tight your grip on his head was now. And he did the one thing he knew would drive you insane. He slowed down, until he came to a complete stop. 

“Hoseok,” you groan, slamming your hand onto his comforter. He chuckles, lifting his head. Your body was flushed, your lips swollen, your hair splayed out around you. He loves bringing you to this moment. 

“You said you wanted slow.” He grins, taking his fingers out of your pussy. Loving the way it clenched over nothing now. Almost as if it was begging to be played with again. 

You roll your eyes, pouting. “Not this slow. I want to come.” You say, sitting up on your elbows. 

“Oh baby you will.” He winks, licking his fingers clean. He leans over, pecking your lips quickly. “You will come as many times as you want. But I want the first one to be around my cock tonight.” 

You gasp at his words. You knew his mouth was lethal but sometimes it still surprises you. The lust lacing with his soft timbre made you weak in the knees. 

“Fuck,” you whisper, grabbing his face and kissing him hard. 

The word ‘slow’ is forgotten from either of your vocabularies, while the two of you kiss hungrily. Sucking on tongues, teeth clashing, hands touching and clutching onto anything and everything. 

Hoseok lays you down on your side, climbing in behind you. His teeth nips at your bottom lip and he wrapped your leg around his hips. He kisses down your neck, while you help guide his cock to your entrance. He locks his eyes with yours as he slowly pushes himself in. His arms wrap around your torso, and he pushes you closer to his chest. 

Both of your heartbeats are in sync. Racing against the clock, basking in pleasure that you never want it to end. 

“Move please.” You say, lifting your face to kiss him. 

He begins to move his hips, making you gasp into each other's mouths. It’s a sloppy pace from the start but you don't care. You want more, so you met his thrusts halfway. One of his hands palms at your breast. He alternates between swallowing your moans and leaving his mark on anything he can get his lips on. 

“B-Baby.” He moans, resting his forehead on yours. “I’m close, are you?” He thrusts, letting out a low moan when he feels you clench around him.

He didn’t give you a minute to answer, before he was lifting your leg higher around his waist, allowing himself to reach the deepest part of you. “Touch yourself baby.” 

You moan his name, letting go of his hand, your finger meeting your clit, rubbing it in circles. Trying to keep up with his unrelenting pace. And soon you feel him still behind you, eyes shutting in pleasure as he spills himself inside of you. His orgasm triggers the coil in the pit of your stomach as you feel your release wash over you in a tidal wave, making you push his cock and cum out of you. His fingers frantically come down to meet yours as he helps you ride out your wave. He whispers praises against your skin while you come down.

Hoseok kisses your lips slowly, chuckling before whispering words that you will forever hold near and dear to your heart. 

“I love you.” He pushes your hair away from your face. “I love you so much to know that one day I’ll have to let you go.”

You giggle, turning in his arms, nuzzling your head into his neck. “I love you.” 

You feel him laugh, twinkling his fingers down your spine, “Let’s get matching tattoos.” 

You look up at him, raising a brow before shaking your head. “You just made me squirt, told me you loved me, and now you want to get matching tattoos?” 

“What better way to commemorate the best ego boost.” He shrugs. 

“You’re insane.” You untangle yourself from his embrace. You stand up, putting on his shirt. 

“I didn’t hear a no.” He says smugly, putting his arms underneath his head. 

“Because you’re an insane idiot who makes me agree to things like these.” You smile, before walking out of his room. 

“Great, I’ll make an appointment.” He shouts after you, “I love you.” He adds after a moment. 

You enter his kitchen, and turn on the lights. You can feel your smile take up your entire face. For a moment you realize that for the first time in a long time you felt happy. 

So yeah, maybe, things were finally looking up. 

“You’re late.”

Namjoon says after taking a slow sip from his coffee. He looks at you from over the rim of his glasses. 

You roll your eyes, setting your bag down on the empty chair. “It's raining, and I forgot my umbrella. I had to wait for the rain to stop.”

“You could’ve texted to let me know.” He shrugs, setting his cup down on the coaster and flipping the page of his book. 

You sigh, before (gently) throwing your phone onto the table. “It’s dead. And before you ask, no I didn’t bring a charger. No, Jungkook wasn’t in class today so he couldn’t give me a charger, an umbrella, or a ride. Jimin is sick. And Taehyung doesn’t even go to our school. He's probably getting high with his new fling, so I wouldn’t have been able to ask him either.” You say, listing all the solutions he would’ve thought about in seconds. 

“Mhm,” he nods, closing his book. “And your boyfriend?”

Annoyed, you let out a whine, crossing your arms in front of you. “I don’t know, let me go downstairs and ask him. I’m sure he can stop managing a business to give me an umbrella.” 

Namjoon leans his elbows against the table. “Trouble in paradise?” He tilts his head, clasping his hands on top of his book. 

You shake your head, pulling out your chair and slumping down in it. “Hobi and I are fine. It’s not like he’s leaving in two months or anything.” You throw your hands up in exasperation. 

It’s month seven into your shining relationship with Hoseok, and you should’ve known that things would start to hit the fan sooner rather than Later. Your boyfriend was in the middle of the most tumultuous change of his life. Things were moving quickly and his time dedicated to you was bumped down his monstrous daily to-do list. 

Yet you couldn’t do or say anything because isn’t this what you signed up for? 

“Ah, so there is trouble.” Namjoon chuckles before opening his book again, setting his fancy leather bookmark aside. “This is exactly why I don’t do relationships, they just attract problems.” He adds, giving you a pointed look. 

You roll your eyes, “Shut up asshole, not all of us can be like you and Rina.” 

“Sure you can, it's simple just don't attach any strings to it.” He shrugs, underlining a sentence in his book. 

“Two people who have been only exclusively seeing each other for years literally the definition of strings attached. You can keep denying it all you want but she’s your girlfriend. You guys do all the couple-y stuff.” You grumble, leaning back in your chair, looking out of the window. The gloomy weather adds to your shitty mood. 

“She’s not, we are not dating, and I don’t need to talk about this with you again. Rina and I are on the same page.” He finishes, taking a long sip from his coffee.

“Well, how would you feel if Rina was spending time with another guy, completely ignoring your presence when you walk into her coffee shop all wet and angry because your professor basically told you your topic for your essay was shit.”

Namjoon smirks, leaning back in his chair. “Sounds like you’re jealous of Yuri.” 

“So what if I am?” You bite, “I understand that he’s training her to take over his position, but all he talks about is her and what he needs to teach her when we’re together. And whenever I come in they’re always laughing at something behind the coffee machine. And I know she’s nice and all but I would like his attention too.” You scoff. 

Namjoon hums, tapping his index finger against the table. “Do you trust him?” 

The question doesn’t catch you off guard, the obvious answer is on the tip of your tongue. But with how things have been going lately. You can’t help but hesitate. 

“I don’t know anymore.” You whisper looking down at your hands, turning the ring on your middle finger. “I know I should, and I do…I think I do. It’s just things have been so shit lately and I feel like a burden to him because of everything he has to do.” 

Namjoon lightly kicks your foot under the table, making you raise your head to meet his gaze. “I don’t know if I am being of much help, but he loves you. I know that whatever is happening he’s not doing it intentionally. Just talk to him about it.” 

If only it were that easy. 

“I’d love to but he never has time.” 

“Why not talk to him now then.” He says reaching into his bag to take out his cigarettes and lighter. 

“He’s busy downstairs with Yu–” 

“No, I’m not busy now.” 

You jump at the sound of your boyfriend's voice. You turn your head to look at him. A small tray with a mug of probably chamomile tea on top of it. His hair is shorter than the last time you saw him two days ago. He got a haircut and didn’t even tell you about it. That’s how low you have made it on his list. He can’t even send you a stupid picture of his new haircut. He can’t even send you a ‘goodmorning’ or ‘goodnight’ text. He also probably forgot that you were nervous for the meeting with your professor about your essay topic.

All these realizations make you want to roll into a ball and cry. You knew your time with Hoseok was limited. You just didn’t expect for the end to be so torturous. 

“That’s what I told her.” Namjoon speaks, narrowing his eyes at you for a second before turning his attention to his best friend. “She’s jealous of Yuri, because you’ve been spending too much time with her.” He shrugs, walking quickly to the stairs before you can bury him ten feet underground. 

You hear Hoseok let out a heavy sigh, and take the seat next to you. “Honeycakes,” he starts.

“Nice haircut.” You interrupt, slumping into your chair more. It earns another heavy sigh from the man sitting next to you. 

“Is Yuri the reason why you’ve been so upset lately?” He says placing a hand on top of your knee underneath the table. 

You let out a dry laugh before shaking your head. “No, it’s not her. It’s how you’ve been acting lately, it’s the time you’ve been spending with her. It's never having time for me anymore. It’s forgetting our date last week. It’s not even telling me that you got a haircut.” You finish, closing your fists to keep yourself from crying. 

Hoseok gives your thigh a squeeze before leaning back in his chair. “You know how things have been lately. I’m trying so hard to do everything I need to do. I don’t mean to be so dismissive but I can’t juggle everything at the same time.” 

You flick off a piece of lint from your jeans. “It’s nice to know that I’m just something you juggle around.” 

“That’s not what I meant. You knew what would happen when I started my application process. You said you understood.” 

“I did, or I thought I did Hoseok. I didn’t think I would become so secondary to you.” You sniffle. “I love that you’re chasing your dreams, but this is me trying to support you. I’m trying to understand how you’re feeling. But you stop me. You have shut me out and now I’m just something you remember sometimes.” You close your eyes, feeling the tears fall down your cheeks. 

The last thing you wanted was to be crying like this in public. 

“I-I want you to tell me when you’re having a hard time like you used to. I want you to feel like you can relax around me when we’re together. But every time we are together, we either argue, you don’t talk, or you talk about work, deadlines, or how you can’t wait to move. How do you think that makes me feel Hoseok?” 

Hoseok sighs, and wraps his arm around your shoulders. “I’m sorry.” He kisses your temple. “I wish you would’ve told me earlier before it got to this point.” He whispers, rubbing your back, while you lean your head onto his shoulder. 

“But Hobi like you said, this is what I signed up for. This is what I agreed to.”  You add bitterly. 

“Yes Honeycakes, but you’re still my girlfriend. And I know that I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately, but I do care about you and I do love you.” He lifts your head from his shoulder. He gently grabs hold of your face, making you look at him. “Just like how you want me to talk to you when something is bothering me, I also want you to talk to me.” 

You close your head sighing, “You’re right, I’m sorry that I keep making things difficult.” 

He shakes his head. “You don’t. I’m the one that can’t seem to keep my girlfriend from doubting me. I’m the one who hasn’t told her how much I yearn to be in her presence at every waking moment.” He says, his thumbs wiping away your tears. “I love you, and I think that’s why I’ve been so avoidant lately. I know that our days are numbered and I would rather ignore the fact that I’m moving away soon than cherish the moments I get to spend with my family, my friends and you.” 

You nod, holding out your pinky out to him. “I promise to keep trying my best.” 

He hooks his pinky with yours bringing your laced fingers up to his lips. “I promise to keep trying my best too.” 

“I love you,” You whisper, letting go of his finger and wrapping your arms around his waist. 

His low laugh makes his chest vibrate against your head, “I love you.” He adds, rubbing soothing circles over your back. “Now, can you please drink your tea before you get a cold. I texted you earlier asking if you needed an umbrella but you didn’t answer. And now look at you coming in here all pouty and wet.”  

You raise your head to look at him, opening your mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by the forgotten voice of your friend. “Her phone’s dead.” Namjoon throws his lighter onto the wooden table. 

Hoseok tsks shaking his head, reaching over to push the tray of your lukewarm tea closer to you. “I should’ve known. I knew you didn’t charge it last night, just like I knew that you left your umbrella at my place.” He pinches your cheek. “How did your meeting go?” 

“He basically said that I need to restart my essay topic over again.”

Hoseok laughs, bopping your nose with his own. “Well did he say those exact words?” 

“No but it was basically implied.”  You emphasize. 

“Fine, I’ll talk to your study partner if my baby isn’t being told that she’s a genius all the time, then what am I paying him for.” He jokes, which earns a glare from said study partner. 

“You’re not paying me, idiot.” Namjoon rolls his eyes, grabbing his brown leather messenger back and stuffing his cigarettes into the front pocket. 

He’s grateful that he came back to smiles and not tears. The stoicness of his actions makes the two of you laugh hard. Your laugh resonates longer in his mind. It always does. No matter how much he tries to deny it. You always resonate longer in his mind. But he pushes that fleeting thought aside. 

Namjoon is happy. 

His friends are happy. 

Things in his life were finally looking up. 

“I have to go, but don’t be late next time and charge your phone.” He says hoisting his bag onto his shoulders. 

You nod, saluting in his direction, before bursting out into a fit of giggles as Hoseok tickles your side. 

Namjoon doesn’t stay for longer than he needs to. He’s already running late to meet Rina, but he can’t hide the smile taking up his space.

He can’t help but feel proud that things were finally looking up for you too. 

a/n: I hope you have enjoyed it. I will try not to be so MIA and upload a little more frequently rather than every 6 months haha. But my life has been pretty busy lately. In the past few months. I have moved to a different part of Seoul and I got a new job. I basically just hang out with my friends when I have free time haha. I also do dance class 3 times a week, and I started personal training last week. But I will try to manage my time better because I do miss writing and this story!

[seokjinsonlyone]

this how i think bts would be if they was your husband

namjoon:

you’d have your own rooftop garden together; like he’d get someone to get it setup architecturally the way he has it envisioned in his head and to give like advice on the types of plants that are good for this set up but y’all would do all the seeding and watering and weed pulling yourselves

evening walks together around sunset through the park or around the river hand in hand where you just soak up nature and talk about any and everything

you both like the idea of having a pet but know that you're too busy to keep one regularly so you end up getting fish; he gets a cute little 20 gallon tank and like five fish but he actually does a lot of research on which fish live the best together, which food and treats they like best, the best plants and knick knacks to put inside, how to clean it, etc.; all in all takes the whole situation way more seriously than you'd thought he would; it was supposed to be sumn light for the summer time but you'd think he's filming an episode of tanked for all the time and effort he pours into it

sits side by side with you rubbing circles into your lower back whenever you need to rant about something

loves it when you get desperate for him so sometimes around the time you're ovulating he teases you; will walk around the house in nothing but his briefs with his glasses on talking in his deep voice; will invade your space like if you're in the kitchen making food or something he's gonna come up behind you and wrap that strong arm around your middle kissing up on you asking meaningless questions about what you're doing until you finally snap and drag him to the bedroom

consistently opens every door for you and pulls out your chair at restaurants even if it's five, ten years down the line

the type to never know where anything is; it's not even that you switch things up a lot it's just that he never forgot the muscle memory of where things were when he lived alone; so he's constantly calling out to you asking where something is; half the time what he looking for be in very obvious locations but his mind is just so all over the place that he overlooks it

uses you as his sounding board when he has a situation he needs handled; will just sit there and think out loud to you for minutes and hours; you don't even be saying that much really like occasionally he'll ask what you think but he appreciates having a listening ear more than anything and you're happy to be there for him even if his incessant rambling makes you wanna strangle yourself sometimes

would learn to help you take out your box braids; it makes you nervous when he first offers to help because he can be a bit rough sometimes but he's oddly gentle and diligent with the task; once he's gotten good with that you convince him to wash your hair too; and take down/wash day is less dreadful because of it

you two become a package deal; like it could be a boys night or a girl's night and you're always gonna try to bring the other with and most of the time y'alls friends don't mind like you're one of the boys and he's one of the girls so it's fine; even if he like invites some friends over the house and you stay in the room to give them some space at some point he's gonna go and check up on you; you'll just be laying in bed on your laptop or phone, watching tv or something and he's gonna lay beside you and ask what you doing make sure you're okay next thing you know 30 minutes gon go by and you'll have to remind him that he has guests over; then he's gonna convince you to come out with him and stay tucked up under his arm until his friends leave or pass out

seokjin:

draws you a bath when he knows you’ve had a long day; it’d be really nice too; he'd light your favorite candle and set it on the counter; add a fragrant moisturizing bath bomb and sprinkle in some flower petals; once you settle in he'll put down one of them over the tub trays and hand you a glass of wine and your laptop so you can watch whatever you want or stream music while you’re in the tub

loves referring to you as 'his wife'; like y'all will be with a group of your friends that knew you from the get go and they'll ask him where he got his jacket from and he'll be like "oh my wife bought it for me" and they'll be like "🥴 boi we knew her long before she was ever worried about you just say her name" aksksksk

every couple months y’all will go on cooking dates with his celebrity chef friends and their wives; which is basically them in the kitchen being loud cooking a meal he specifically chose for you and you and the wife not too far away watching them while being wined and dined

not particularly handy but he feels like as a man there’s just certain things he should be able to do; so if your sink is leaking or there’s a problem with your car battery or something he’s gonna hop on youtube and figure out how to solve it first; calls an actual repairman to deal with it if he can’t fix it without being moderately inconvenienced

insists on getting a pool installed even tho you tell him you would barely use it bc you hate having to redo your hair more than you like to swim; you actually do end up using it all the time bc he orders one of those giant canopy floats and y'all just lay up there and take naps or talk; the whole outdoor area is actually bomb tbh like there's an entire sheltered outdoor kitchen and grill patio area with fans on the ceiling for when it gets hot and a fully loaded bar; y'all honestly spend more time outside during the summer than inside and get scolded for not entertaining people more often

if you reeeaaalllyyy want him to go shopping with you he will but he’d rather just give you his card and you gather up some of your girls and y’all can go nuts together

tries to butter you up when he knows he's in trouble but it's never with anything good like he'll stop at the convenience store on the way home and pick up some things to try to sway you; he get home and you're waiting for him slightly ticked off and he's like "i know you're mad but look at what i got you and it's a cosmic brownie, sour gummy worms (his favorite candy mind you), some wet wipes, and an arizona tea

official driver of the relationship; lets you be the passenger princess of your dreams like whenever you need to get from point a to point b he’s getting you there all you gotta do is sit down and look pretty (and play decent music while he’s driving)

even if you’re not a certified Gamer Girl™️ when there’s like a new mario game or something along those lines that doesn’t require a ton of skill and know how to play you’ll no life it together; like will straight up play for like 16 hours a day until you beat it; you still force him to eat and shower however but you’re not allowed to touch the controller until he returns bc he’d be afraid you’ll lose all your lives

the type to get super close with your family; like you look over one day and see yo mama calling him and you listen to him and they're literally just catching up???; he goes out on bros days with your dad and brothers; all your cousins follow him on instagram and be sending him memes; and you just sit there tryna figure out how he singlehandedly replaced you in your family bc they be treating him better than they treat you

yoongi:

after hearing you talk about wanting a detached claw foot jacuzzi tub for the 1000th time he decides to just go ahead and get your dream house built from the ground up; gives his input in every step of the process since he has so many opinions on architecture, furniture, finishes, and overall aesthetics; sometimes there’s little disagreements when your design styles clash but in the end he makes sure that you definitely get everything you’ve ever wanted included

warms your car up for you in the morning during winter months; unimportant but i just know he would go out in a sweatshirt and some slides like barefoot toes out in 20° weather shuffling out to make sure your car is nice and cozy and the frost is off the windshield

every now and again you’ll just be chilling at home and then he’ll be like “yah go get dressed we’re going out” and then he’ll genuinely take you on one of the best dates ever; it may not be over the top every time but somehow it’s always exactly what you needed; acts nonchalant about it when you’re gushing over how great of a time you’re having; “ah it’s nothing” but he’s secretly super self satisfied bc he knows he’s killing it

sometimes he’ll be sprawled out on the couch watching basketball and you’ll be tryna tell him something but he’s so engrossed that he won’t hear a word you say so you gotta throw a pillow at him to get his attention

untangles your necklaces for you; sweeps the hair from the back of your neck and clasps it together once he's got it free

likes leaning on your shoulder when you’re in bed on the computer; not really nosy about what it is that you’re doing whether it’s work or whatever but just likes to listen to the sound of your typing as his own personal asmr; also loves it when you get your nails done like will happily pay for a new set every other week because of the tippity tapping that accompanies everything you do

sets up a joint bank account for you two like immediately bc he doesn't have anything to hide and what's his is yours; but also sets you up a separate savings account that he funnels money into biweekly bc he wants you to be okay always even if one day it has to be without him

if you're both up late and you're feeling peckish he'll whip up a quick late night snack for y'all to munch on

never really comments when your hormones throw your body system out of wack; like if you randomly had night sweats for a couple days and sweat through your clothes and blanket he'd just nudge you awake so you can dry off and turn the ac on

is extra physically affectionate whenever you start getting irritated even if he’s the source of your irritation; will grab your hand and pull you into him planting kisses on top of your head and rubbing up and down your back until you’re sufficiently pacified

hoseok:

all his numeric passcodes are related to you; like it’s either your birthday or your anniversary, the day y’all met, first date, etc.

sometimes he likes to sit on the toilet when you're in the shower and talk to you; will periodically poke his head in to check your progress depending on how long you're in there; ooos and aahs and waggles his eyebrows every time he does so

some people think you’re some kind of dictator bc his response to every proposal he receives is “let me check with my wife first”; you’re not tho he just likes running things by you bc he’s only ever okay if y’all are on the same page; sometimes you really are his scapegoat if he doesn’t wanna do something tho and you’re fine with being his excuse! you love spending time with your man!!

y’all draw lots over who has to kill the bugs in the house; he tries his best to overcome his fear for you he really does but sometimes he look at the bug and the bug look at him and his heart can’t take it; generally tho there’s less fear of y’all conquer it together

at least once a month he books a couples spa day appointment for you two; deep tissue massages, facials, manicures, pedicures, the works like you just get absolutely spoiled; his motto is that if you feel good and look good then you can be good and be good to each other; unrelated but he get a kick out of eating the cucumbers that are supposed to help soothe around your eyes

you get so used to the sound effects he makes all the time that when he’s not around you have to have some kind of background sounds whether it’s music or white noise just something to fill the air.

you both like plushies, funko pops, action figures and all that so there's a dedicated toy room in your home; all the toys that you actually care about are placed higher up and in cases to keep in good condition but things that you don't mind having some use are accessible; the whole room is carpeted and there are some fluffy rugs too; there's a 65 inch tv on one wall and a computer area for gaming as well; the whole room is illuminated via led lights; needless to say all the kids you know love when y'all babysit them; they stay in that one room the entire time except when they want a snack bc there's no eating in the toy room; jungkook also loves to randomly come and hangout in the toy room by himself

wouldn't tolerate any kind of disrespect toward you; say you went out to a restaurant and the server was being rude to you, he'd clock it so fast he'd be talking to a manager having your server swapped out and dessert on the house before you even realized what they said

y'all try new hobbies together; it's never anything you have experience or are good at which makes it even more fun as you're doing it; like you'll get one of those woobles crochet kits and spend like a month trying to figure it out in your free time and make whatever little creature you bought

never actually stops dating you; will still have an active folder with activities and restaurants he wants the both of you to go to; even if you both lack the time and energy to actually go out on a date he's lighting a candle and pulling out the fine china for you it doesn't matter that you're wearing loungewear and sitting on the floor in front of the tv; he wants you to feel special always

jimin:

intimacy between you two go crazy; you’re as close as close can be like if there were such a thing as soulmates you two would be it; you’re consistently trapped within your own bubble and even if you’re out and about it’s still almost as if no one else existed; like say y’all went out to a club music is thumping people are everywhere it’s a generally Loud environment if you softly called his name from beside him he would turn to you immediately; or someone could brush past him and it’d be whatever but if you ghosted your hand up his arm he would get goosebumps; you’re just insanely in tuned to each other

would love if you had a softer build bc he likes the way you feel like heaven when he lays on you; also he just likes squeezing at your squishy bits; he finds it equal parts amusing and satisfying; like he'll squeeze at your boob when you're half asleep in bed just to annoy you; you'll be turned on your side and his arm will be slung across your waist and he'll just inch his hand up until he reaches your boob and squeezes; giggles evilly every time you smack his hand away and won't stop until you're whining and kicking at him to leave you alone and let you sleep

sometimes you’ll build a giant fort in the living room when he’s getting overwhelmed by life complete with fairy lights strung up overhead and pillows and more blankets covering the floor to make it extra comfy; you spend all day together in there playing games and talking nonsense and eating snacks and end the night cuddled up his arm wrapped around your shoulders, your head tucked into his neck watching movies until you’re sure his head is free from all his worries

loves to be fed, literally; like when dinner time comes he will make one big plate and pull up with a fork and a knife and a waiting attitude; if you don't play along immediately he's gonna put his hands over yours and make you feed him bites until you take over; likes to feed you as well; just always sharing his food with you and expects you to do the same

he gets obsessive when you don't answer his calls; like if he knows you're not busy and he calls you and you don't answer it drives him up a wall and he will spam you with texts and at least a dozen more calls until you pick up; not even because he has anything urgent to tell you he just always craves your attention; bonus: ends every conversation by saying i love you like you could be on the phone for 15 seconds just confirming something really quickly and he's gonna make sure he's told you he loves you before you click end call

doesn’t say anything when he finds you crying just pulls you into him and lets you get it all out; once you start calming down a bit he’ll pull back slightly, gently cupping your face in his hands and swipe away all your tears; only when he’s sure the tears have come to a complete stop does he softly ask “what’s going on?”

still gets shy and flustered around you; it doesn’t stop him from being himself around you whatsoever but it’s very obvious when you have the upper hand in a situation

you can't just tell him you need an item from the store bc half the time he'll go and come back with the wrong thing; you gotta send him a picture of it and that don't even work all the time; most of his solo ventures to the store at your request end in him facetimeing you bc he swears up and down they don't have what you asked for but then you end up finding it for him and you not even there

knows you admire his art skills so he leaves little doodles on post it notes around the house; is really proud when you display the ones you find really cute in your phone case

the type to put his life in your hands; when y'all go out to eat he tells you to order for him bc "you know what i like"; will let you dress him/style his hair however bc "you know what looks good on me"; he just literally trusts and defers to your judgement as much as possible

taehyung:

the type to tighten all the jars when you’re upset with him so you’re forced to ask him for help and talk to him anyway

would try to set up a really romantic dinner for you complete with rose petals and candles and champagne on ice but he'd be so focused on creating the right ambience that he forgets to order the food and one thing bout tae is he ain't a chef and even if he was he wouldn't have enough time before you showed up so you'd end up having a pb&j and cup noodles

sometimes if he has a lot of energy but you’re asleep he’ll poke at you until you’re awake and then he’ll ask if you’re asleep and when you say yes he’ll keep messing with you until he’s able to drag you out to play with him

knows how to tie a tie but claims it looks better when you tie it so whenever he wears a suit he gets you to finish off his look; really he just likes to be manhandled by you and the grip you have around his neck does something for him

if you get him riled up in the morning he just lives there all day; partially aware of what's going on around him but undoubtedly distracted, thinking about you, wanting you; hands and eyes are glued to the phone at all times hoping you'll message him or something even if it is just you teasing him some more; he's putty in your hands and he knows it but when the day is over and y'all are both home you're his

you have to come to major compromises when it comes to decorations; like you let him have his accent wall that he puts his paintings of his basquiat-esque faces but the weird cyber bug and person shark statues and the butt chair have to go

you do majority of the cooking so he takes dish duty very seriously; will swat you away if you try to help most times; however there’s a special place in his heart for the times you ignore him and help anyway by drying the dishes and it’s you him and some music playing and you’re singing and dancing around the kitchen together

there's a legitimate argument about your use of a body pillow; he genuinely gets offended bc is he not enough for you? why can't you just cuddle him? why would you go and put the great wall of china in between you two? what's with the distance? was he too much for you? like the situation blows completely out of proportion for no reason skslklsks the argument ends when you force him to cuddle it and he instantly understands the hype behind it; that doesn't curb his jealousy towards the object however and you're only allowed to use it when he's not in bed with you

a whiny baby when he's sick; you'd think he had tuberculosis in the 12th century instead of a common cold the way he be acting; a piece of tissue stuck in his nose, piled under three blankets, shivering every five minutes on cue; you give him a good day of dealing with the dramatics after that you leave him in the room with a bottle of dayquil and a packet of vitamin c until he decides to get on with his life like a normal human being

loves planning weekend getaways for the two of you; like every other month you guys are out of town for like 3-4 days in the spirit of “rekindling”; he always rents a really nice and cozy cabin type joint and most of the trips are spent just enjoying each others company and the scenery, walking around the town latched onto his arm and eating good food; you come back from each outing refreshed and more in love than you already were

jungkook:

every sunday he checks your car to make sure it has a full tank and if it doesn’t he fills it up for you

you two have separate rooms bc you both like to have space to just exist as an individual from time to time (also it’s really nice to have a place to storm away to when you’re in a fight) but you end up cuddled up next to each other every night anyway

has a very strict laundry schedule and routine; gets annoyed if you don't do it how he likes when he's unable to

watches you while you’re getting ready; he’ll be sitting at the edge of the bed while you walk around from your closet to the dressers circling the room trying to find something to wear; you’ll be having a conversation with him the whole time and after you walk past him for the 4th time his clinginess gets the best of him and he catches you by the waist before you can fully bypass him; he pulls you in between his legs and just hugs you to him for a few moments while you run your hands through his hair

follows you around the house with his mic serenading you like three times a week

comes behind you when you’re cooking or washing dishes or something and just pats at your butt for a while and by a while i mean he won’t stop until you elbow him and threaten to cut his hands off; he just laughs and gets one more grope in before backing off

traces the contours of your face and murmurs all kinds of cute and lovely and cheesy stuff about you when you’re both in bed and he thinks you’re sleep

if you made him a good meal you’d hear about it constantly for the next week; like every other sentence is a “seriously, it was so good” and he won’t stop until you make it again; sometimes he’ll try making it himself to see if he could do better but it always tastes best coming from you

an absolute menace in the grocery store; will spend the first 15-20 minutes behaving as he grabs whatever he needs personally and once that's done he's acting a fool; doing that thing that kids do when they use the cart as a skateboard like push off on it and then hop on to ride out the wave; grabbing all kinds of junk that neither of you need; touching everything even when he has no intention of buying it; you have to grab his ear and threaten him with celibacy to get him to calm down

whenever you’re sitting next to each other could be on the couch out at dinner in bed etc he likes to play with your hand and fiddle with your ring; will often slide it off and try to fit the ring on his fingers; then he’ll put it back on and kiss your fingertips for safekeeping

a/n: i worked on this for months and months and now it’s finally here lemme know what u thought 😩🙏

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Best Of Us Hidden Moments

A Hidden Moment following the event of Chapter 24: Never

Summary: just little moments that I thought up their after posting a chapter or just didn't flow like I wanted to

Pairing: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby Omega!Reader

Warning: A/O/B!Vers, angst, fluff, smut(all the warnings on the main story tbh)

A/n: dipping my toes back into the BOU universe with a little hidden moment after the last chapter of BOU I posted well over a year ago(almost two). And god I’ve missed it. This isn’t my official comeback just something for all of you that have stuck around while I found my passion for writing again:) thank you all so much.

PREV...._.Next

You were hot-sticky and thirsty. Three things you absolutely hated-yet you didn't want to leave the panting pile of cuddles. Namjoons was sloppily kissing your shoulder as his fingertips dragged shapes into your skin. Hoseok was on your other side, his lips pressed to the top of your head as your body rested against his chest. Your mind in a haze-dropping into something you could only explain as a blanket of softness- a feeling you’ve never truly felt before as you entered a full drop. You’ve only ever heard of this feeling from your friends, and even then their words don't even come close to this feeling. Light. You felt light for the first time since your first heat, even then it didn’t feel like this.

Your mind is has gone completely blank-your breath slowing more and more with every passing second. Your eyes slowly closing as your fingertips start to mimic the shapes that Namjoon was drawing against you on Hoseok's chest. The feeling of your head rising and falling with each of his breath brought you closer and closer to sleep. Then it's like something snapped in you as Hoseoks grabs a piece of your hair, twirling it between his fingers. It felt like a crashing wave against cracked glass, your shoulders slightly tenseing, so slight you wouldn’t have guessed anyone would have noticed. But you were wrong. It had Hoseok's hand moving under your chin and lifting your head up to look up at him.

“Hi there princess- you there?” His voice was soft- his nose nudging against yours as you shook your head slowly blinking up at him as he chuckled softly at you. “Okay-what about you baby boy?” He asked as the Omega behind you grunted, his chin hooking over your shoulder as you heard him letting out a soft breath.

“I'm good. Just happy.” Namjoons words had Hoseok's chuckling as you blush. Your mind slowly coming back more and more as you grew cold. You’re naked. Holy shit you’re naked.

“Can I get the sheet or something?” You mumbled softly voice slightly shaking. Hearing Namjoon sigh a kiss dragging across your shoulder as he lifted himself from your back. His hand moved to pull you from Hoseok’s chest-a playful growl passing said Alphas lips as you roll onto your back. Your eyes look up and meet his-fuck-they’re blow out and glossed over his swollen lips parted and glossy. The way he gives you a soft smile he suddenly dives on top of you, making a grunt leave your lips. His hips pressed against yours, the feeling of his boxers against your still bare sensitive cunt had your inventory buckling up into him. “Sensitive.” You whimper as he chuckles at you his lips pressing to your scent glands as one of his hands moves down to rub against your outer thigh. One of your hands automatically falls into his messy hair, his breathing almost turned into a purring sounds as a giggle filling the room as you look over to your Alpha. Hoseoks eyes were soft, smile big and his scent was minty pushing around you like a fresh breeze. “Still cold-and kinda naked.” You mumble making the two men laugh as you feel Namjoon rub his cheek against your shoulder.

“Just how we like it-well besides the cold-shit you are cold.” Hoseok mumbled when his hand moved from where it was in your hair to your bare none Namjoon filled should. You watch as the Alphas eyes widen then his body quickly diving down and pulling the flat sheet of the bed over the two of you. His own body stays out from it making your lips turn from a teasing smile to a pout as he tucks the two of you in.Huffing at the Alpha as he tries to leave the bed-hand leaving Namjoons hair your hand wraps around his wrist. Landing back onto his knees on the bed he bends down, one hand landing next to your head as the other cups your face as he pressed a kiss to your lips. Making you mind draw a blank- any and all awareness of being nude underneath Namjoon going away. When he pulls away a pout falls right back onto your lips making him smile down at you, his hand moving to soothe your hair down, then moves his hand to rest on the back of Namjoons head.

“Joonie? Keep pup warm for Alpha-gotta get you guys clean, gonna run the shower. I'll be right back I promise.” His words had the male on top of you nodding as you close your eyes, fingers threading back through Namjoons hair. The feeling of the Omegas lips pressing along your collarbone-the feeling brought chills under every spot he touched. The soft feeling was making you slowly drift as your heart the bathroom door close.

When the feeling of Namjoon lips started to press roughly against your skin-it had your eyes opening. Confusion as the sweet scent of peaches started to go sour. He’s sad? Why is he sad? Does he regret it? Your fingers stopped moving as he let out a shaken breath when he pulled away and looked at you. His eyes wide, blown out as tears suddenly line his eyes making your other leg wrap around his waist rolling the two of you over. Following your instincts without a single thought as you land on top of his chest.

“Omega?” You wonder out loud, hand moving wrapping around his head as your forehead pressed against his. It makes him chirp as his hand rests on top of your thighs, the sound of him swallowing as he takes another shaky breath in had your tilting your head as on of your hands moves to his chin. Moving his forhead to alone with yours as your rested agains him. “Joonie?”

“I thought you were gonna leave us. Leave me. That we ruined everything…that I ruined everything.” He rambles out-it was jumbled together into a whisper of words as you ‘shush’ him though he shakes his head as he blinks. A tear falling down, your thumb caching it as he looks up at you. “Every single second up till this point I thought you’d leave.”

“Joonie, what?” You whisper, making him close his eyes “I was hurt-mad but I wasn’t gonna leave you over this.” You feel as he takes a deep breath in as he smiles softly as his eyes open again. Though his eyes held a twist of sadness as the feeling of his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin nodding. “Do..so you need to talk about it more?” He closes his eyes, twitching his nose as he nods. Eyes opening back up as you give him a soft smile.

“I’m terrified I’m gonna end up being alone.” His voice was a feather like whisper as he kept his eyes locked with yours. “It’s why I’ve alway been so possessive over Hobi and Yoon-what..what if they find someone new? Better more Omega- and just leave? Just leave me?” His voice tapered off as his eyes closed and his scent was rotten pears, overly sweets peaches and soured sweet cream. It had you wanting to almost gag-hearing the shuffling a feet and the smell of Hoseok pushing his scent under the door had you and the Omega below you relax. “I don't know why..just…people leave. I didn't want you to leave. I don’t want you to leave. I need you with me-with our Alphas.” He takes a deep breath in, pink tongue peaking out from his lips as he blinked up at you. The slight gleam of his tears had you hand moving to cup his cheek thumb wiping under his eye as you nod, making him swallow as his eyes close. “Every single one of my partners before the boys left-said I was too much or-or just not enough. That I was the only problem.So I get in my head-and it's hard to get out of it with a new situation…and you’re new.”

“I get that.” You whisper, making him nod eyes open as he leans up lips pressing against yours as a smile lift onto your lips. It makes him smile his dimples in show as you nuzzle your nose to his. “New is hard-change is hard. Time…time helps a lot with change.”

“The boys have also helped a lot they always help me process my thoughts like this…” he pauses as you feel his hand slid from one of your thighs up your hips to your lower back. “Though with you everything is so new and I don’t want to fuck this up and every which way it feels like I am.” You raise your eyebrow, a question on your lips as he sighs up at you-the sound of running water makes your heart speed up. Hoseoks slowly cracked the door, your eyes meeting as you glare softly making his eyes widen as he shuts the door. “See I just fucked up-alpha is trying to do aftercare and I’m making it all about me.” his eyes close-tears falling as you shake your head lips pressing across his cheeks. Every breath he took he seemed to check on, gets each kiss you press seemed to steady his lungs. As you finally land your lips back onto his, the feeling of him finally catching his breath had relief fill you chest. Pulling away hair falling ino your face making you huff. One of his hands reached up, pushing it back over your shoulders.

“Joonie-I want it to be about you-my life is going to be you…and stop saying you’re fucking up baby.”

“But I do-I always fuck up.”

“How? How have you fucked up?”

“I mean I tried to attack you when I first met you.”

“I mean now that I know what you have it makes sense.” Your words had a giggle passing up his chest as his hand moved to grab one of yours, fingers threading together. His lips pressed against your hands as he looked back up at you.

“Or when-when I growled at Bambam.”

“I mean I’d do the same.”

“I’ve growled at your mother.”

“I’ve done the same.”

“I didn’t ask enough questions at the start.”

“You have time now.”

“But what if I’m not enough?” You pause, smile dropping as you move down, pressing your forehead back against his as you take a deep breath in. Hair falling caging your faces together as the sound of the shower running and Hoseok's whistling as the afternoon sun cast between the rooms blackout currents and it gleams against Namjoons skin through your strands of hair. How could he ever think he wasn’t enough? You felt your eyes water, and you felt yourself finally resting fully against him, weighing him down with you entirely. You give him a broken smile as you traced his lips down to his chin with your pointer finger. How could he ever be less than this? Less than perfect. “What if you do leave me? Leave us?”

“Are you gonna leave me?” Your question had him sitting up, your body sliding down to his thighs as he grabs your face and glares.

“Never.” You smile brightly, head tilting as your legs move to wrap behind him as you feel the sheet slip down, arms wrapping around his neck as you kiss him.

“And I wouldn’t want to ever leave you.” You pause your eyes closing as you press your forehead against his. “I’m new with…all of this and the three of you have made me feel so safe…for the most part.” You mumble under your breath as you look into his eyes. “One mistake-one that you three didn’t know was one-isn’t gonna have me leaving.” The words that passed your lips had a rattling breath leave him as you give him a bright smile. Arms wrapped around him as you being to rock the two of you, chirps passing your lips as you notice his scent slowly twisting back. Pears and peaches ripe and sweet. Just how it should be. Hoseok clearing his throat had you blink your eyes open and see at the still very dry Alpha standing at the steam filled bathroom.

“Showers ready.”

“We are too. Come on baby.” You whisper against Namjoon's shoulder pulling away and crawling out of bed. As your feet meet the floor Hoseok was in front of you helping you up out of the bed. A kiss pressed passionately yet softly against your lips has his hand slips from yours to your jaw. It had you breathing a soft puff as he smiled down at you when he pulled away. His nose touching yours as he lets his hands drop from your face.

“Good job pup.” Pride spreads across your chest at the praise given to you. Moving forward and turn waiting for Namjoon as he gets up behind you. “Let's get cleaned up, then we’ll eat.”

“Yay food!” You cheer, making Namjoon giggle as the three of you trail back into the bathroom. You bullying your way into the shower letting the pressurized water spray down on your body first. The heat pelting on your slight tense back as your hand reaches up to go through your hair when you feel your arms sliding around your body. “I'm starving.” You giggle softly making Hoseok laugh as you turn around and sigh as you see his bright smile and bare chest. “I always hear how hungry Lisa or Bam would get after..after stuff and I never got it till now.” You awkwardly giggle as you catch Namjoon slipping into the massive shower his eyes meeting yours. “Anyway…” You trail off blinking quickly as you pull away and look around you the shampoo and conditioner you had used the last time you were here. Seeing it you quickly move to wash it through your hair though Hoseok swats your hand gently away.

“Alpha cleans.” His voice was playful with a smile as you huffed as the feeling of his hands moving to take the shampoo. Soon he was scratching at your scalp making you grunt in response as suddenly Namjoon was moving around the two of you, helping rinse your hair.

“Me next.” He whispered, moving your wet hair to the side and pressing a kiss, quickly you switch places as Hoseok smiles at Namjoon. “Hi Alpha.”

“Hi baby boy. How are you feeling?”

“Better, pup helped a lot.” His words had you look over to Hoseok and smile as the two of you moved to wrap him into your arms. “You guys always help.”

[littlemisshyperfixation]

Hoseok Fic Recommendations

a - angst f - fluff s - smut

One Shots

Make Me (s) by @violetsiren90 ⊹₊⋆ You've been friends with Hobi for years, and he's your comfort zone - but when he gets wind of a dark secret you drunkenly let slip, things between you take a sudden extreme change.

Constellations Of You (f s) by @persphonesorchid ⊹₊⋆ A new chapter of Him and You begins. He’s waited a long time for this, for the mornings where he could wake next to you in a house you’d both made a home of.

Bound (s) by @explicit-tae ⊹₊⋆ Jimin has tried everything in his power for you - one of his closest friends - to get laid. He realizes that your kinks don't match with just any man besides one; another friend of his - Jung Hoseok. You've met Hoseok many times and don't think your masochism can be satiated by someone as bright and sunny as him.

cry to my room (a s f) by @kithtaehyung ⊹₊⋆ when your best friend offered to help out and move in with you, you accepted and hoped that your friendship remained intact. and it did. until six weeks ago.

Keynote (s) by @missgeniality ⊹₊⋆ Sleep was all you had desired, after dealing with an agitating boss, an incompetent coworker and an unsurmountable workload. Right up until your hotel room was flooded with an array of noises from the room next door. Shouting, screaming, begging, moaning. Sleep was all you had desired, but after this night, your desires have grown.

Touchless (s) by @missgeniality ⊹₊⋆ Characteristic to your dynamic, temptations take control of this night at the party - but not without a divide.

ho ho horrible (f s) by @ugh-yoongi ⊹₊⋆ or, the one where your neighbor is a relentless christmas caroler and refuses to take a hint, but at least he's really hot.

Flatmates (f a s) by @taleasnewastime ⊹₊⋆ You need to find a spare room after deciding to move out of your flat that you share with your best friend and her boyfriend. Stumbling upon an advert for a room that seems almost too good to be true, you decide for once to not over think and go for it. But who is the mystery flatmate you are now living with that you hardly see?

Starting again (f) by @taleasnewastime ⊹₊⋆ Two years out of studying to have a baby, only your first few weeks back and it’s already not going as easily as you thought. A babysitter you can barely afford dropping out last minute, you have to take your little girl into the lecture with you. What follows isn’t smooth, but it’s the start of you getting closer to your professor, a man you’ve always admired from your seat, but you learn to get to know up close.

[tryingtoremembermyname]

chaotic pretty is something else….

which one is your favourite?

other members :

yoongi

jungkook

taehyung

namjoon

seokjin

jimin

[anotherbtsffwriter]

innocent | jimin x reader

→ summary: y/n has always been the quiet, studious type—content with her textbooks, her best friend jimin, and the comfortable routine of high school life. but everything changes after a strange, unsettling dream that leaves her questioning everything she thought she knew about herself—and about jimin. what begins as a harmless friendship soon becomes a tangled web of desire, confusion, and self-discovery.

→ genre: 50% smut, 50% fluff

→ warnings: sexual content, cursing

→ wordcount: 12k

Y/N, a studious senior at Westbridge High School, leaned against her locker, flipping through the pages of her statistics book. Her thick-rimmed glasses slid down her nose as she mumbled to herself, trying to memorize a particularly pesky theorem.

Her unruly hair, a dark brown tangle of unbrushed locks, fell over her eyes, which she brushed aside with an impatient hand. Her skin was the color of sweet caramel, a stark contrast to the dull beige hallway that surrounded her. Despite her academic dedication, Y/N's social life remained as bland as the cafeteria's meatloaf Mondays. Her outfits were simple, often picked out by her mom, and she had yet to master the art of makeup. Her frumpy cardigans and loose pants did nothing to highlight the slight curve of her hips or the swell of her chest that had just begun to emerge.

The hallways cleared out as the final bell rang, signaling the end of another school day. Y/N felt a hand at her shoulder."Hey, Y/N, wait up!" It was Jimin Park, her best friend since kindergarten. He had undergone a glow up that had transformed him from a shy, slightly chubby kid into a lean, handsome young man. His jet-black hair was always impeccably styled, and his piercing dark eyes could make even the toughest jocks squirm under their gaze. But it was his confidence that had really skyrocketed. He'd lost his braces and picked up a smirk that made the girls swoon.

Jimin was the complete opposite of Y/N in almost every way. While she was buried in her books, he had been out exploring the social jungle of high school, navigating through the labyrinth of relationships and parties with a finesse she could only dream of. He had a way with words that could charm a teacher into a passing grade or convince the popular crowd to give him the time of day. But he and Y/N were hardcore best friends despite their stark differences.

"What's up, Jimin?" Y/N said, snapping her book shut and stuffing it into her bag. "You're energetic today."

Jimin's smirk grew wider. "Just had a good day, I guess," he said, shrugging. His eyes darted around the hallway, taking in the aftermath of the school day. "So, you wanna go to Panera?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes lighting up at the mention of the cozy bakery-café. It was their usual spot to grab a bite and talk about their days. "Yeah, sure," she replied, her voice filled with excitement.

They made their way through the emptying hallways, their footsteps echoing off the tiles. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and the faint lingering odor of teenage angst. The two friends stepped out into the cool fall evening, the leaves rustling under their feet as they walked. The setting sun painted the sky with shades of orange and pink, casting a warm glow over their faces.

Inside Panera, the familiar scent of freshly baked bread and brewing coffee greeted them. They found a quiet corner table and settled in. Jimin's eyes scanned the menu, while Y/N immediately knew she'd order her usual: a chai latte and a cinnamon crunch bagel.

"So," Jimin began, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms, "How's stats going?"

"It's fine," Y/N said, "How's it going with the latest...what's her name again, slut?"

Jimin rolled his eyes playfully. "Her name is Lisa," he corrected, "and you say that about every one of my girlfriends. Jealous much?"

Y/N pretended to be offended, "How dare you excuse me of such," she said with a smirk, "but honestly, I have no idea what you see in dating a new girl every week. It's pointless."

Jimin chuckled, "Well, someone's a little innocent," he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Y/N felt a blush creeping up her neck, but she met his gaze defiantly. "Hey, I know a lot about dating."

"Oh, really?" Jimin's eyebrow arched in disbelief. "Like what?"

Y/N stumbled over her words, "Well, I know that...that people kiss when they like each other." She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "And, uh, they hold hands, and...sometimes they go on dates?"

Jimin's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, Y/N," he said, shaking his head, "You're so smart!"

Y/N's cheeks burned even hotter. "Shut up," she mumbled, trying to hide her embarrassment. "I know more okay, I'm just not saying it."

Jimin's laughter subsided, and he leaned in closer. "You're such a prude, Y/N," he said with a gentle tease. "You need to get out more, loosen up. I can talk to one of my friends for you."

"I don't know," she said, fidgeting with the zipper on her bag. "It seems like a waste of time. Hanging out with you is all the socialization I need, mentally and scientifically."

Jimin couldn't help but laugh as their food came, "You're so full of it," he said, passing her the bagel.

Y/N took a bite, the sweet cinnamon and sugar crunching between her teeth, and felt a strange warmth spread through her chest. She'd always felt safe with Jimin. He was like a brother to her, someone who knew all her quirks and didn't judge her for them.

"Come on," Jimin said, sliding his chair closer to hers. He pulled out his phone and opened his Instagram. "Let's read my DMs today."

Y/N's eyes widened. "Again?" she said, feigned horror in her voice. "I don't know if I can handle another round of love-sick poetry and eggplant emojis."

Jimin nudged her playfully, his arm brushing against hers. "You love it," he said, swiping through the messages.

"Oh my god, what does that even mean?" Y/N said, peering at the screen. "Jimin, why is some random Rachel telling you that you can...release inside of her?"

Jimin facepalmed, trying to hide his laughter. "Y/N, that's slang for something intimate," he explained, as if it was normal. "It's a bit...forward, but it's just how people flirt these days."

Y/N's eyes went wide. "What?" she sputtered, a piece of bagel flying from her mouth. "But that doesn't even make any sense."

Jimin sighed, placing his phone face down on the table. "It's not literal," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "It's, uh, it's about sex."

Y/N's eyes grew even wider. "Oh," she murmured, her cheeks flaming. Sex was a topic she had only ever read about in the most clinical of terms, and the thought of someone discussing it so casually made her squirm in her seat.

Jimin noticed her discomfort and decided to change the subject. "So, how's the bagel?" he asked.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to push the images out of her head. "It's good," she said, taking another bite. The sweetness helped to mask the bitter taste of embarrassment that lingered in her mouth. "You want a bite?"

Without waiting for an answer, Jimin leaned over and took a huge bite from the exact spot where her teeth had been. Neither of them batted an eye. It was a silent declaration of their closeness, a bond that transcended the typical boundaries of friendship. They'd shared everything from toys to secrets, and apparently now, they shared food.

Y/N watched him chew and swallow, a slightly bewildered look on her face. "That was a huge bite!" she complained.

Jimin just shrugged, a playful grin dancing on his lips. "You offered," he said, reaching for the bagel again.

Y/N slapped his hand away. "You're such a pig."

"Says the person who ate more than half of the bagel in under a minute," Jimin shot back, though he couldn't help but smile. Their banter was comfortable and familiar, a dance they had perfected over the years.

The following week, life at Westbridge High trudged along with the same mundane rhythm that it always had. But that all changed for Y/N on a random Thursday night. As she lay in her twin-sized bed, surrounded by the comforting scent of her favorite lavender candle, she slipped into a dream unlike any she had ever experienced.

In her dream, she found herself in a dimly lit room, the soft glow of a desk lamp casting a warm light across the tangled sheets. She was nestled into the crook of someone's arm, and the warmth of a body pressed against hers was surprisingly comforting. When she turned to look, she saw Jimin's face, his features soft and relaxed in sleep. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized she was wearing nothing but a thin tank top and panties.

Panic began to set in as she felt something foreign between her legs. A hand, warm and firm, was cupping her, and she realized with a jolt that it was Jimin's. She tried to sit up, but his grip tightened, pulling her closer. Her body responded in ways she didn't understand, a warmth spreading through her core that made her feel both terrified and excited.

Y/N's eyes flew open, and she found herself alone in her own bed, the sheets tangled around her body. Her heart raced as she looked down to find her panties soaked with arousal. She had never felt this way before, and was completely confused. Why the fuck was Jimin in her dream?

Her mind raced as she slipped out of bed, avoiding any contact with the sensitive flesh between her legs. She knew she had to wash away the feelings from the dream that clung to her skin like a sticky residue. Y/N padded quietly into the bathroom, the cold tile sending a shiver up her spine. She turned on the shower, letting the water warm up as she stared at her reflection in the steamy mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed from the dream, and she looked...different.

The showerhead spat out water, the droplets hitting the tiles with a rhythmic patter. Y/N stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over her body. She tried to focus on the sensation of the water, the heat washing away the chill from her dream. But as she reached for the soap, her hand accidentally brushed against her swollen clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She gasped and quickly jerked her hand away, her eyes wide with shock. What the fuck was that?

Her mind raced with thoughts of Jimin's hand on her in the dream, the way he had touched her with such confidence and familiarity. It had felt so...right. But it couldn't be right, could it? They were just friends. Best friends, even. Y/N had never thought of Jimin in that way before. She had always been too busy with school to think about boys or sex. And now, here she was, her body betraying her with these new, confusing sensations.

The next day, Y/N met Jimin in the crowded cafeteria, her heart pounding in her chest as she approached their usual table. She tried to play it cool, but her cheeks were still flushed from the thoughts that had plagued her all morning.

"Hey," Jimin said, his eyes flicking up from his phone. He was already digging into his turkey sub, mayo threatening to ooze out the sides. "How was your night?"

Y/N took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Fine," she said, setting her tray down with a clatter. Her plain salad looked unappetizing compared to Jimin's food. "How was yours?"

Jimin shrugged, his eyes never leaving his screen. "The usual," he said, his thumbs flying as he texted. "Did you finish that calculus assignment you were talking about yesterday?"

Y/N nodded, her voice slightly shaky. "Yeah," she said, trying to keep her cool. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

Jimin looked up from his phone, his dark eyes meeting hers. "What's up?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing. "Do people who like each other, you know, romantically...sleep together?"

Jimin swallowed a mouthful of his sandwich and nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah," he said casually, his gaze never leaving hers. "It's normal. You should know this, you're too innocent."

Y/N felt her face heat up. "I knew that," she lied, her voice a little too defensive. "I just...wanted to confirm."

Jimin studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Is there something you want to tell me, Y/N?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away, pretending to be absorbed in the mundane task of unraveling her plastic silverware. "No," she said, her voice a little too high. "It's just...for a project. I'm writing a paper on modern relationships for psychology class."

Jimin studied her for a moment, his eyes searching hers, but then he shrugged and took another bite of his sandwich. "Well, if you need any help with that, I'm your guy," he said with a smirk.

Y/N's stomach did a flip. The way he looked at her made her feel like he saw right through her lie, but she pushed the thought aside. "Thanks," she murmured, focusing on her salad.

But as she picked at her limp greens, her thoughts strayed back to the dream. She couldn't shake the feeling of his hand on her body, the way it had felt so natural and...right. Before she knew it, she had set her fork down and was eyeing Jimin's sandwich with a mix of curiosity and craving.

"You don't like your salad?" Jimin asked, noticing her lack of appetite.

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly. "It's fine," she said, "but can I have some of your sandwich?"

Jimin looked at her with a raised eyebrow, a smear of mayo on his cheek that she had the sudden urge to wipe away. "Ok."

He tore off a piece of his sandwich and held it out to her. Y/N leaned over, her mouth opening slightly as she took the offered morsel. His hand was warm, and the bread was surprisingly soft. She chewed slowly, her eyes staring off into space as she tasted the blend of turkey and mayo.

Jimin watched her, a smirk playing on his lips as he took a sip of his drink. "Taste good?"

Y/N nodded, the taste of the sandwich a revelation on her tongue. She had never tasted anything so delicious, so...sensual. OMG SHUT UP WEIRD ASS BRAIN, she mentally slapped herself.

"It's good," she murmured, her voice muffled by the food. "I'm gonna get a sandwich, too. This salad sucks."

Jimin chuckled, handing over the rest of his sandwich. "You can take mine," he said, his voice low and teasing. "I'll get a new one."

After school, Y/N's legs practically carried her to the nearest bathroom, her mind reeling from the same confusing sensation that had visited her the night before. She locked herself in the stall, her heart racing as she reached under her skirt. Sure enough, she felt the same wetness between her legs, confirming her fears. She was so lost in thought that she barely noticed the sound of the cafeteria doors slamming shut or the fading chatter of her classmates.

Her fingers touched the slick fabric of her panties, and she felt a mix of embarrassment and fascination. She had read about arousal in her biology textbook, but experiencing it firsthand was something entirely different. It was confusing and overwhelming, and she couldn't shake the image of Jimin from her mind. Why him? They had been friends for so long, and she had never felt this way before. It had to be the dream, didn't it?

Y/N leaned against the cool metal of the stall, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to make sense of her body's traitorous response. Her breathing grew heavy, and she felt a strange tension building in her stomach. Stop it, she told herself. She hastily wiped her hand on a piece of toilet paper and flushed the evidence away. When she stepped out, her pent up desire only increased.

For the rest of the month, Y/N found herself glancing at Jimin more often than usual. The way his shirt hugged his shoulders, the way he tucked his hair behind his ear, every little gesture seemed to hold a new allure. She tried to ignore it, burying her nose in her books, but every time she heard his laugh or felt his presence, she couldn't help but think about their shared moment in the dream. It was as if a secret part of her had been unlocked, and she didn't have the key to shut it away again.

One evening, as they were leaving the library, Jimin playfully shoved her into a deserted hallway. "You're so jumpy lately," he said, his eyes searching hers.

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest, her breath catching as she stumbled against the lockers. "I'm just tired," she said.

Jimin's gaze lingered on her, his smirk fading into something more contemplative. "You okay, Y/N?" he asked, his voice softer than usual.

Y/N nodded, trying to compose herself. "Yeah," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin leaned closer, his eyes searching hers. "You sure?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I didn't wanna say anything earlier, but you've been acting weird for over a month now."

Y/N felt her throat tighten. She hadn't realized her feelings had been so transparent. "I'm fine," she said, her voice normal now. "Just a lot on my mind."

Jimin nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Well, if you ever need to talk," he said, "you know I'm here. I have and will always be here."

Y/N felt a strange flutter in her stomach. Did Jimin know? Did he feel the same way? She pushed the thought aside and forced a laugh. "Thanks," she said, "but it's just school stuff. You know how it is."

Jimin nodded, but his gaze remained intense. "Okay," he said, his voice filled with doubt. "But if it's something more..."

Y/N's thoughts raced. What if he did know? What if he had felt the same way in the dream? Her mind was a whirlwind of what-ifs and butterflies, and she needed to get out of there before she did something stupid. "It's nothing," she said, taking a step back. "I should get going. It's late."

Jimin studied her for a moment longer before nodding. "Alright," he said, his voice still gentle. "But if you need anything, just text."

Y/N nodded again, her cheeks still burning. She turned and practically sprinted out, her heart racing. As she stepped out into the cool night air, she took deep, gulping breaths, trying to calm herself down. What was happening to her? She had never felt this way about Jimin before. He was just her best friend, her confidant, her...She didn't want her stupid sexual horniness to be the reason for the end of their perfect friendship. It was the only thing perfect in her life.

For the next few weeks, Y/N researched ways to remove sexual thoughts from her mind, diving into psychology books and articles late into the night. She tried meditation, visualization, and even considered talking to the school counselor, but fear of embarrassment kept her tongue-tied. The more she tried to ignore her feelings, the stronger they grew. She found herself daydreaming about Jimin in class, imagining his hands on her, his lips against hers. It was all she could think about. It was so annoying.

One afternoon, they were in Jimin's room, studying for their upcoming exams. The air was thick with the scent of his cologne and the faint hint of sweat from their last-minute cramming session. Y/N's heart raced as she pretended to focus on her textbook. She could feel the heat of his body beside her, and every time their elbows brushed against each other, she felt an electric jolt.

"Hey, you okay?" Jimin asked, looking up from his notes.

Y/N's eyes snapped to meet his, her cheeks aflame. "What?" she squeaked.

Jimin frowned slightly. "You just zoned out there for a second," he said, concern etched into his handsome features. "You're not getting sick, are you?"

Y/N took a deep breath and hoped the flush in her cheeks would be mistaken for exertion. "No, I'm fine," she lied, trying to keep her voice steady.

But Jimin wasn't fooled. He set his pencil down, his eyes searching hers. "You don't look fine," he said, leaning over to place a hand on her forehead. "Maybe you're coming down with something."

The warmth of his hand was like a brand on her skin, setting off a chain reaction of sensations that made her body ache. She couldn't take it anymore. "I'm okay," she whispered, pushing herself off the bed. "I need to go to the bathroom."

Y/N practically sprinted down the hallway, her heart racing. She locked herself in the bathroom, her breaths coming in short gasps. She leaned against the cool porcelain sink, staring at her flustered reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were wild, her cheeks a fiery red.

With trembling hands, she pulled down her panties and sat on the edge of the tub. She had never done this before, but the need was overwhelming. She spread her legs slightly and tentatively touched herself, her fingertips brushing over her clit. It was like a live wire, sending bolts of pleasure through her body. She couldn't believe she had never tried this before. She began to stroke herself gently, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave in to the sensation.

Her breath grew ragged, and she leaned back against the cold porcelain, letting her head fall back. She didn't know what she was doing, but it felt so good. Her hips began to rock slightly, the pleasure building with each stroke. Without thinking, she moaned Jimin's name, the sound echoing in the small room.

And that's when she felt it-a sudden pressure against her back, a hand replacing hers between her legs. She froze, her eyes flying open to see Jimin standing right behind her. His hand, strong and sure, took over her trembling fingers, stroking her with a confidence that sent waves of shock and pleasure through her.

Y/N gasped, her body stiffening in surprise. "Jimin," she whimpered, but his name came out as more of a plea than a protest. "I'm sorry."

Jimin's eyes searched hers in the mirror, his expression unreadable. "Don't be sorry," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I've been watching you for months, Y/N. I knew something was up."

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest, her mind racing. "W-what do you mean?" she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You've been so...distracted," he murmured, his hand still moving rhythmically between her legs. "I know you better than anyone. And I know that when you get like this, it means something's bothering you."

Y/N felt a mix of emotions-fear, excitement, and confusion-swirl within her. She had never been so exposed, so vulnerable, in front of anyone, even Jimin. But his touch was like a balm, soothing the ache she had been carrying around for weeks. She didn't know if she should stop him or if she even wanted to.

"Jimin," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What are you doing? What's happening to me? I'm so confused."

He leaned in closer, his hand still working between her legs. "It's okay, don't panic," he said, his voice a low murmur. "I'm going to help you."

Y/N's eyes remained fixed on their reflection in the mirror as Jimin's long, deft fingers continued their exploration. His touch grew bolder, slipping a digit inside her, the feeling so foreign yet surprisingly welcome. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as his hand moved in a slow, rhythmic pattern that mirrored the pulse of the blood in her veins.

"You're feeling this because you're growing, Y/N," he said, his voice calm and soothing, as if explaining a complex math problem. "Your body is changing, and so are your desires."

Y/N couldn't believe what was happening. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But at the same time, she had never felt so alive. Jimin's fingers slid in and out of her, the sensation of his knuckles brushing against her clit with every stroke making her tremble. His touch was gentle, yet firm, as if he knew exactly what she needed without her having to say a word.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet bathroom.

Y/N's eyes remained closed, her chest heaving with every breath. "Y-yes," she admitted, her voice shaking with each new wave of pleasure.

"Good," Jimin murmured, his eyes never leaving her face in the mirror. "You're doing great. Just let go, Y/N. I'm right here."

Y/N nodded, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. She felt the tension in her body slowly dissipate as she allowed herself to succumb to the sensations he was creating. His touch grew more insistent, his thumb circling her clit with precision. She couldn't believe she was letting him do this, but she was too lost in the moment to care.

"Jimin," she gasped as the warmth grew, her voice barely a whisper. "I think...I think I'm going to...Oh god!"

"It's okay," he murmured reassuringly, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. "That's it, Y/N. Just let it happen."

Y/N's body tensed as the warmth grew more intense, and she couldn't hold back a whine of panic. "Jimin," she choked out.

"Shh, it's okay," he soothed, his voice calm and steady. "Just keep breathing."

Y/N's eyes remained squeezed shut as the sensation grew stronger. She was on the precipice of something she didn't fully understand, and she was both terrified and exhilarated. She could feel her body tensing up, her muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap.

"Jimin," she gasped, her voice filled with a mix of fear and pleasure. "It's too much."

"That's good, Y/N," he murmured, his eyes never leaving her face in the mirror. "It means you're close."

Y/N's eyes squeezed shut tighter as the warmth grew into a crescendo. "I don't know if I can handle it," she whispered, her voice shaking.

"You can," Jimin assured her, his voice a soft rumble in her ear. "Just breathe with me, okay?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to follow his instructions. His hand never stopped moving, the pressure building until she couldn't take it anymore. "Oh god, Jimin," she moaned, her body writhing in his grasp.

"You're so close," Jimin whispered, his voice low and soothing. "Just let it happen."

With a loud gasp, Y/N came, her body convulsing in pleasure. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. Jimin watched her in the mirror, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and fascination as he felt her pussy clench around his fingers.

"You're okay," he murmured, his hand slowing as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. "Just breathe."

Y/N nodded, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. "W-what was that?" she managed to ask, her voice trembling.

Jimin's hand remained between her legs, his thumb gently stroking her sensitive flesh. "That, Y/N," he said with a knowing smile, "was your first orgasm."

Y/N's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the intense pleasure that had just washed over her. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Jimin turned her around to face him, "For what?"

Y/N's eyes searched his, filled with confusion and a hint of fear. "For...for that," she said, gesturing to the space between them, still trembling from her climax. "What we just did...I...I was feeling, for lack of a better word, sexually deprived, for the past few months, and I needed that. I was slowly going insane. I guess my body was tired of being a virgin." She chuckled a bit to diffuse the tension, if there was any. Then, to hide her embarrassment, she hugged him, burying her face in his shoulder.

Jimin held her close, his arms strong and reassuring around her. "It's okay, Y/N," he murmured. "It's totally normal to explore your body and your feelings. And if you need help with that, I'm happy to be here for you. You didn't have to hide this from me."

Y/N pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a mix of embarrassment and relief. "I just didn't know what was happening," she said, her voice still a bit shaky. "I thought I was going crazy."

Jimin chuckled and brushed a stray hair out of her face. "You're not crazy, just growing up." He leaned in, his eyes searching hers. "If you ever need anything, you can always come to me."

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her at his words, but she was also scared of what that might mean for their friendship. "So like a friends with benefits kinda deal?"

Jimin couldn't help but laugh at this, "I'm surprised you even know what that is."

Y/N's cheeks flushed even deeper, "I've heard people talk about it in school."

Jimin's smile grew more gentle. "We're not exactly friends with benefits. It's more like, I help you whenever you need it. You should be paying me really."

Y/N's eyes widened in horror. "No, no way!" she exclaimed, pushing him away slightly. "You can't charge me for this!"

Jimin chuckled, his grip on her not loosening. "I'm just kidding, Y/N," he said, his voice low and warm. "I'd never charge you for anything."

Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. She'd get over her romantic feelings for him, as long as their friendship remained intact, she was okay.

"Okay, let's do it," she said, her voice stable now. "But you can't tell anyone, okay? There's gonna think I'm a lame, inexperienced virgin."

Jimin chuckled, "I'm not going to tell anyone. Pinky promise." He held up his pinky, smiling reassuringly.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. She linked her pinky with his, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Okay, pinky promise," she agreed.

The next time Y/N was in need of 'Jimin's services' was Wednesday of the following week. After school, Jimin noticed Y/N was walking awkwardly to his car.

"Is everything okay?" Jimin asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Y/N looked up at him, her cheeks a deep shade of red. "I'm...wet."

Jimin raised an eyebrow, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Ah," he said, his voice gentle. "Let's go to my place then."

Once they were safely in his room with the door locked, Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. She sat on the bed, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "Are you gonna do the same thing as last time?" she asked, her voice genuinely curious.

Jimin sat beside her, chuckling, "I was actually thinking of something else."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "What is it?" she asked, her eyes searching his for an answer.

Jimin's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Something different," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. "Lay back."

Y/N did as she was told, her heart racing as she felt him push her back onto the bed. His hands slid down her hips, deftly unbuttoning her pants before tugging them off along with her panties. She couldn't believe this was happening again, but the anticipation was too intense to deny.

"Jimin," she gasped as his mouth moved to her navel, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin. "What are you doing? That tickles!"

He looked up at her with a grin, his eyes filled with mischief. "You'll like this, I promise," he said before lowering his head again.

Y/N felt his warm breath on her skin as he trailed kisses down her stomach, her body shivering with anticipation. He paused for a moment at the top of her mound, his nose nuzzling her clit before his tongue darted out to taste her. She moaned, her hands gripping the bedsheets.

"Oh god, Jimin," she gasped as his mouth fully latched onto her.

"Mm," he murmured against her, his tongue swirling around her clit with practiced ease. "You taste so sweet."

Y/N couldn't believe this was happening. Jimin's mouth was between her legs, his tongue expertly navigating her folds as she lay there, writhing with pleasure. She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, but the feeling was quickly replaced with a delicious heat that spread from her core to the rest of her body. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, her hands fisting in the bed sheets.

"You like that?" Jimin's voice was muffled against her skin, but the smirk in his tone was unmistakable.

Y/N's body arched off the bed as his tongue swiped over her clit, the sensation making her eyes roll back. "Y-yes," she managed to choke out, her voice strained with pleasure.

Jimin's eyes flickered up to meet hers, a smug grin on his face. "I knew you'd like it," he murmured before diving back in.

Y/N's hips bucked, her body no longer her own as Jimin's tongue danced over her sensitive bud. "Oh my god," she moaned, her voice hoarse. "I never knew it felt like this."

Jimin's eyes twinkled with mirth as he watched her reaction in the mirror. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his mouth still full of her.

Y/N's cheeks flamed even more, but she couldn't argue with the pleasure coursing through her. "I've never...oh...fuck," she panted, her hips bucking against his mouth.

"Shh," Jimin murmured, placing a hand on her hip to hold her in place. "Just lie back and let me taste you."

Y/N's body responded to his touch, her legs falling open wider as his tongue delved deeper into her wetness. She couldn't believe the sounds coming from her own mouth, the whimpers and gasps that filled the room. Her body was a symphony of sensations, each stroke of his tongue a crescendo building towards something unimaginable.

"Oh Jimin, oh my god," she moaned, her voice growing more desperate. His mouth was insistent, his tongue relentless as it flicked against her clit. She felt her body tense, her muscles tightening as she approached the precipice of climax.

"Mm, you're so close," Jimin murmured. He slid a finger inside her, his mouth still working its magic on her sensitive nub. The dual sensation was too much, and with a sharp gasp, Y/N's body convulsed as she came.

Her eyes rolled back, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming his name as she felt the warmth of his mouth on her, drinking her in. It was a strange sensation, one she hadn't anticipated, but it only added to the intensity of her orgasm. Her body trembled as she rode the wave, the pleasure crashing over her like a tsunami.

"Oh, fuck, Jimin," she moaned, her hips bucking as she reached her peak. She felt his tongue delve deeper, lapping up her juices with a hunger that surprised her. As she came down from her climax, she watched, her cheeks burning, as Jimin pulled back, his mouth glistening.

Jimin plopped next to Y/N in his bed, his cheek propped up by his hand as he studied her face with a smug smile. Y/N, on the other hand, was a flustered mess, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

"Why did you do that?" she finally managed to ask, her voice still shaky from the intensity of the orgasm.

"Do what?" Jimin asked.

Y/N felt her face burn even hotter. "You...you drank it," she whispered, her eyes unable to meet his. "It probably tastes bad."

Jimin leaned in closer, his smile growing more mischievous. "Why don't you tell me?" he suggested, his eyes gleaming with challenge. He held his wet finger up to her lips, the taste of her own arousal still lingering on his skin.

Y/N's eyes widened with shock, but there was a flicker of curiosity in them as well. She didn't know what to say, but she didn't pull away as he brought his finger closer. She could see her own juices glistening on him, and she felt a strange sense of power in knowing that she was the one who had made him taste that way.

"Open up," Jimin urged, his voice a gentle command. Y/N's heart was racing, but she did as she was told, parting her lips slightly. He traced his finger along the seam of her mouth, leaving a trail of wetness that she couldn't help but follow with her tongue."Mmm," she murmured, the taste of herself foreign and yet oddly intimate. "It's not bad," she admitted, a hint of surprise in her voice.

Jimin's eyes danced with mirth. "Told you," he said, his voice low and teasing. "It's fucking amazing."

Y/N's cheeks were on fire, but she couldn't deny the curiosity that had her leaning in closer. "You're just saying that because you have to. You're my best friend," she said, kicking him with her leg.

Jimin chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "I'm not just saying it."

Y/N looked at him skeptically before getting up and putting her panties and pants back on. She had to remind herself that Jimin was only teaching her, not her actual lover. "Okay, okay," she said, trying to regain composure. "I'm gonna head to my place. I'll see you later."

That night, Jimin found himself tossing and turning in bed, his thoughts consumed by Y/N's sweet taste and the sounds of her pleasure still echoing in his ears. He had never expected his friendship with her to take such an intimate turn, but the way she had responded to him, the way she had looked at him in the mirror, had stirred something within him that he couldn't ignore.

As he drifted off to sleep, an image of her flitted into his mind-her soft, plump lips parted in a gasp, her eyes wide and filled with wonder as she came for the first time with his mouth on her. He felt his cock stir, and before he knew it, he was lost in a sea of sensation.

The dream began as most of his sex dreams did: with the girl of the moment, her body writhing under his. But as he sank into the warmth, the face above him shifted, morphing into Y/N's, her dark eyes meeting his with a vulnerability that was so raw it took his breath away. The setting changed from a faceless hotel room to the library where they studied together, the books forgotten as their bodies entangled on the cold, hard floor.

Her skin was soft, her touch tentative, and her kisses were gentle-so different from the rough, passionate encounters he was used to. The way she whispered his name, the way she looked at him with a mix of fear and desire, it all felt so...real. In the dream, he could feel the weight of her emotions, her innocence, and it was intoxicating. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it was terrifying.

Jimin woke up in the middle of the night, his heart racing, his sheets a tangled mess around his legs. His cock was rock hard, and he was covered in a sheen of sweat. He looked around his dark room, trying to shake off the images of Y/N that still lingered in his mind. It was just a dream, he told himself, but the ache in his chest didn't agree. He had had wet dreams before-about his past flings, about the girls he had dated-but none had ever left him feeling like this.

In the dream, Y/N's eyes had been so wide and full of wonder, her body responding to his touch with an innocence that was almost painful to watch. It was as if she was discovering a new world, and he was her guide. He had felt a strange sense of protectiveness, a need to be gentle with her, to show her all the wonders that sex could bring without scaring her away.

The intimacy of the dream was what had really thrown him off. In his past relationships, sex had been more about the act itself, the chase and the conquest. But with Y/N, it was about her. It was about her pleasure, her reactions, the way her body moved with his. It was about the connection between them, the unspoken bond that had grown over the years. And as he watched her come in his dream, her face contorted with pleasure, something shifted within him. Did he...like her? Like, really like her? Not just as a friend?

Jimin sat up in bed, his heart racing. He had to get out of there before he started thinking about it too much. He threw on some sweats and a t-shirt, and grabbed his phone. Maybe scrolling through memes would help. He opened his door and almost collided with Y/N, who was standing in the hallway, looking just as flustered as he felt.

"H-hey," he said, his eyes wide with surprise. "What are you doing here? It's midnight."

Y/N's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. "I had a...a question," she stuttered, holding up her phone. "I couldn't sleep and I didn't know who else to ask."

Jimin leaned against the doorframe, his heart thumping in his chest. He couldn't believe she was here. "What's up?" he asked casually, trying to hide his nerves.

Y/N fidgeted, her eyes darting to the floor. "You already know this but...I've never been kissed before. And I was wondering if...you're okay with it...if you could maybe...kiss me?"

Jimin's eyes widened in surprise, his mind racing. He had never seen Y/N like this before, so vulnerable and exposed. It was jarring, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond. "Kiss you?" he echoed, his voice sounding unnaturally high.

Y/N's cheeks grew even redder, and she nodded, her eyes pleading. "Yeah, I know it's weird, but I had this...this dream about you, and it was so intense, and I just want to know what a kiss feels like. Just one. It's not a big deal, really. You don't have to if you don't want to," she rambled, her voice speeding up as she tried to fill the awkward silence. "I just...I need to know what it's like, you know? Oh my god, did I just tell you about the dream? That's so embarrassing. I'm sorry, I'm just really confused right now. I'll just go."

Before she could turn and leave, Jimin reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Wait," he said, his voice low and gruff. He pulled her towards him, and she stumbled slightly, her eyes widening as she looked up at him.

"What are you-" she began, but her words were cut off as Jimin's mouth crashed down onto hers. It was a kiss that took her by surprise, a kiss filled with passion and need that she had never felt before. His lips were soft and insistent, his hands sliding around her waist to hold her against him as he deepened the kiss.

Y/N's mind went blank with shock and pleasure as she felt his tongue slide against hers. It was nothing like she had imagined, nothing like the chaste pecks she had seen in movies or read about in books. This was raw and real, and it made her heart race in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying.

Her arms wound around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back, her inexperience shining through in the way she clung to him. But Jimin didn't seem to mind. He kissed her like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time, his hands roaming her body as if he was trying to memorize every inch of her.

Y/N felt herself melt into him, her body responding to his touch in a way she never thought possible. She had never felt this kind of desire, this kind of need before. It was overwhelming and exhilarating all at once.

As they broke for air, Jimin looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust. "Is that what you wanted?" he asked, his voice thick with want.

Y/N nodded, her breathing ragged. "Yes," she whispered, her eyes still closed. "Thank you."

Jimin's thumb traced her jaw, his gaze intense. "You liked it?"

Y/N nodded again, her eyes still glued to the floor. "Mmhmm," she murmured shyly.

"Look at me," Jimin's voice was firm, his hand sliding to the back of her neck and tilting her face up. She reluctantly opened her eyes, her cheeks still stained with a deep blush.

The intensity in his gaze took her aback. His hand on her ass was possessive, but his touch on her neck was gentle, almost tender. "I want to see your face when you tell me you liked it," he said, his eyes searching hers.

Y/N swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering open. The sight of him so close, so intense, made her heart race even more. "I liked it," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jimin's grip on her neck tightened, his eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt. "Good girl," he said, his voice gruff.

Y/N felt a thrill run down her spine at his praise. He leaned down again, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. This time, she didn't flinch. Instead, she arched into him, her body craving more of his touch. Jimin's eyes darkened at her response, and he took it as an invitation. He pulled her closer, pressing her against the length of his body.

With a swift movement, he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Y/N gasped, and he took full advantage, pushing his tongue further in to explore her. The sensation was overwhelming, a dance of passion that she had only dreamt of. She felt like she was drowning in the heat of his embrace, but she didn't want it to end.

Her hands moved from his shoulders to his back, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to get closer. She had never felt this way before, never experienced this kind of raw desire. It was as if her entire body was on fire, and only Jimin could extinguish the flames.

As the kiss grew more intense, Jimin's hands began to wander, cupping her breasts over her shirt. Y/N gasped into his mouth, the sensation making her toes curl. He broke the kiss, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. She could see the question in his eyes: was this okay? But she was too far gone to care. She nodded, her breathing heavy and shallow.

Jimin's hands moved with more purpose, his thumbs rubbing circles around her hardened nipples. Y/N felt her knees buckle, but he held her up, his grip firm and reassuring. He pushed her back onto the wall, his body pressing into hers, the heat between them almost unbearable. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as his hands moved to the hem of her shirt.

Y/N's mind was racing with the sensations, the feeling of his body against hers, the taste of him on her lips. She had never been this close to anyone before, never felt this desired. She didn't know how to process it all, but she didn't want it to stop. Her own hands moved to his hips, pulling him closer as she felt his erection press against her.

Jimin's eyes searched hers, looking for consent, and she gave it willingly, her nod almost imperceptible. He took the cue, his hands moving up to unbutton her shirt, his mouth never leaving her neck. She shivered as the cool air hit her bare skin, his breath hot against her.

With a swift tug, her shirt was off, and he took a moment to drink in the sight of her. Her bra was simple, but the way it hugged her curves made his cock throb even more. "You're beautiful," he murmured against her ear, his voice thick with lust and love.

Y/N blushed, her hands moving to cover herself instinctively, but Jimin's hands stopped her, holding them at her sides. "Don't," he said firmly. "Let me see you."

He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes devoured her, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh. "You're so fucking perfect," he murmured, his voice hoarse with need.

Y/N felt a thrill of excitement and fear as she stood before him, naked from the waist up. But Jimin's eyes were filled with nothing but desire and admiration, and it was all she needed to push aside her insecurities. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Jimin leaned in, capturing her mouth in another fiery kiss as his hands roamed her bare skin. His touch was like electricity, sending shockwaves through her body and making her nipples peak even further. She moaned into his mouth, her body begging for more.

With a gentle bite to her lower lip, Jimin broke the kiss and moved his mouth down to her chest. His tongue traced the edge of her areola before flicking against her nipple. Y/N gasped, her body jolting at the sensation. She had never felt anything so intense, so personal. It was as if he was worshiping her, and she was powerless to resist.

He took her nipple into his mouth, suckling gently before increasing the pressure. Y/N's back arched, her nails digging into his back as she let out a whimper. "Mm, you like that, baby girl?" he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.

Y/N nodded, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "More."

Jimin chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin. He took her other nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing it lightly before his tongue swirled around it. She felt her legs give out, but his arms were there to catch her, holding her up against the wall as he continued to kiss and bite her sensitive flesh.

With his free hand, Jimin reached down and began to unbuckle his pants. Y/N's eyes widened as he pushed them down along with his boxers, his cock springing free. It was the first time she had seen one in person, and she couldn't help but stare. It was larger and more intimidating than she had ever imagined, the tip glistening with precum.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and fear.

Jimin stepped out of his pants and underwear, his erection standing tall and proud before her.

"I want you to touch me, Y/N," he said, his voice low and velvety. "I need to feel your hands on me."

Y/N's eyes remained glued to his cock, a mix of curiosity and trepidation swirling within her. She had never done this before, never even seen one up close. It was both fascinating and intimidating. "How?" she asked, her voice small.

Jimin took her hand and brought it to his erection, wrapping her trembling fingers around it. "Like this," he said, guiding her hand to stroke him gently. His eyes never left hers, watching as she tentatively began to move her hand up and down.

Y/N's breath hitched as she felt the warmth and hardness of him in her hand. It was a strange and powerful feeling, knowing she had this kind of effect on him. She tightened her grip slightly, feeling him twitch in response. He groaned into her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "That's it, baby," he murmured.

Encouraged by his reaction, she began to move her hand more confidently, her curiosity growing. She felt his hand guide her, showing her the pace and pressure he liked. It was strange, feeling him this way, but it was also incredibly thrilling.

"Good girl," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Just like that."

Y/N's hand grew more confident, her curiosity turning into a need to please him. She watched his face for any signs of what he liked, his eyes fluttering closed as he let out a soft moan. His hand slid down to her waist, pulling her closer until she could feel the heat of his cock against her stomach.

Her thumb swiped over the wet tip, spreading the precum, and Jimin's hips jerked forward. "Fuck," he murmured, his hand tightening on her hip. "That's it."

Y/N felt a surge of power knowing she could affect him like this, her thumb continuing to glide over his cock as she watched his face contort with pleasure. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed and released as she explored him.

Without a second thought, she leaned down, her eyes still locked with his, and took him into her mouth. The feeling was strange, but the taste was not unpleasant, a mix of salt and musk. She felt him jerk in surprise, his eyes going wide before they rolled back in his head.

She moved her head tentatively, taking in his girth as much as she could. Jimin's hand found her hair, his fingers threading through it as he guided her, showing her the rhythm that he liked."Fuck, Y/N," he breathed out, his voice strained. "You're so fucking good at this."

Y/N didn't respond, instead focusing on the task at hand. She felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged slightly. Jimin noticed and pulled back immediately, his hand coming to her cheek. "It's okay," he murmured, his eyes filled with concern. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

But Y/N's eyes were determined. She leaned back in, her mouth open and eager, taking him deeper than before. The sensation was strange, but she liked it. Liked the way he felt, liked the way he tasted. Liked the way his hands tightened in her hair and the low, guttural sounds he made when she hit just the right spot.

Jimin groaned, his voice strained. "Keep going, just like that, baby."

Y/N took his advice, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head up and down his length. Her eyes watered, but she didn't stop, driven by a newfound desire to bring him to the edge.

"Mm, yes," Jimin groaned, his voice a mix of pleasure and disbelief. "Fuck."

Y/N felt his cock twitch in her mouth, his grip on her hair tightening. She didn't know what she was doing, but the sounds he was making were like music to her ears. She moved her head faster, her tongue swirling around the tip as she took him in deeper.

With a loud groan, Jimin's body stiffened, his hips thrusting into her mouth once, twice, before he released a hot stream of cum down her throat. She choked slightly, unprepared for the intensity of the moment. But she swallowed, eager to please him, her eyes never leaving his as she tasted him for the first time.

His orgasm seemed to last forever, his cock pulsing in her mouth as he filled her with his release. Y/N felt a strange mix of pride and shock as she realized she had brought him to climax. When he finally pulled back, she took a deep breath, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Jimin's eyes searched hers, looking for any signs of regret or discomfort. But all he saw was a hunger that matched his own. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep, lingering kiss, his tongue sliding against hers as he tasted himself on her lips. "Fuck, Y/N," he murmured against her mouth. "That was...that was amazing."

Y/N's eyes sparkled with excitement and a hint of pride. "I liked it, too," she confessed.

Jimin smiled, his eyes darkening with desire. "I've got something else to show you," he said, his voice low and husky. He pushed her against the wall, his cock rubbing her clit, her legs trembling with anticipation.

With a gentle nudge, he positioned himself at her entrance, his cock slick with precum and her own arousal. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she felt the tip of him pushing against her. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing. "I'll go slow, okay?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes wide with both fear and anticipation. "Okay," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I trust you."

With those words, Jimin pushed forward, entering her slowly. Y/N gasped as she felt herself stretch around him, the sensation both painful and exhilarating. "You're so tight, baby," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. "So perfect."

"It hurts a little," Y/N whispered, her eyes watering as she felt the pressure build.

"I know, it's your first time," Jimin said through gritted teeth, his own desire warring with his need to be gentle. "Just breathe, okay?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt herself stretching around him. "Okay," she managed, her voice shaky.

"Good girl," Jimin murmured, pushing in a little further. "You're doing so well."

Y/N's eyes were snapped shut, her teeth gritted against the pain that grew with every inch of Jimin's cock that entered her. "Baby, relax," he said. "Open your eyes for me."

With a shaky breath, she did as he asked, and his gaze bore into hers, a mix of concern and passion. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Jimin pushed in further, his movements slow and deliberate, watching her face for any signs of distress. Suddenly, her pain transformed into something else, something more profound. Y/N felt a pressure building inside her, a pleasure she had never felt before. She was lost in the sensation, her eyes still locked on Jimin's. She felt a warmth inside her growing.

"Come for me, Y/N," he whispered, his voice a mix of command and desperation. "I need to feel you come."

Y/N's eyes widened, the pressure inside her building to an unbearable crescendo. She didn't know how she knew, but she could feel it coming. Her hips bucked upward, meeting his rhythm, her walls tightening around him. "Jimin," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He increased his pace, his strokes more deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. "Come for me, baby," he urged, his voice a low rumble in her ear.

Y/N's breaths grew more rapid, her body tightening around him like a vice. The pressure grew until she couldn't contain it anymore, and she shattered into a million pieces, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. She screamed out his name, her nails digging into his back as she rode the waves of pleasure.

Jimin watched her with awe and a hint of pride, his own release building. He felt her walls clench around him, her body pulsing with every spasm of pleasure. He couldn't hold back anymore. With a roar, he drove into her one last time, filling her with his cum.

Their breaths mingled, their bodies slick with sweat. For a moment, they stayed like that, connected in a way that went beyond friendship. Jimin leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, his arms tightening around her.

Y/N's eyes were glazed over, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. She felt filled and complete, like a puzzle piece finally snapping into place. "Jimin," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.He leaned down, his forehead resting against hers, his breaths coming in pants. "Mhmhmm?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Can we...you stay in me for a while?" Y/N asked, her voice still shaky.

Jimin's eyes searched hers, his expression a mix of tenderness and lust. "Of course," he murmured, kissing her gently.

He remained still, his cock still buried deep within her, allowing her to feel the full extent of his warmth and presence. Y/N's eyes drifted closed, her breathing slowly returning to normal as she savored the feeling of their bodies joined together. She had never felt so alive, so wanted.

"Y/N," Jimin whispered, his arms still wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

Y/N's eyes looked at his, lost in the sensation of his warmth inside her and the way he looked at her. "Mm?" she responded, her breaths evening out.

Jimin's voice was gentle, his thumb caressing her cheek. "I like like you."

Y/N's eyes widened at his confession. It was the first time he had admitted any romantic feelings towards her, and she felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest. "I like like you, too."

He kissed her again, this time softer and more lingering, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips. She opened for him eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as they deepened the kiss. Their bodies remained connected, their hearts beating in sync.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N felt a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the aftermath of their passion. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with hope and vulnerability. "So now what?" she whispered.

Jimin's gaze searched hers as a smile plastered on his face. "Now I'm your boyfriend."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Your...girlfriend?" she asked, her voice tentative.

Jimin nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. "If you'll have me," he said, his eyes searching hers.

Y/N felt her heart race, her cheeks flushing at the realization of what this meant. "I will," she replied, her voice barely audible.

Jimin leaned in for another kiss, this one gentle and reassuring. He slowly pulled out of her, and Y/N felt an unexpected pang of loss, but it was quickly replaced with sleep as he lifted her in his arms, bridal style. "Sleep with me," he murmured, carrying her to the bed.

Y/N nodded, her eyes heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. She allowed him to lay her down, and she snuggled into his embrace, his arm around her waist, his cock still semi-hard against her thigh. They lay there, their bodies entwined, listening to each other's hearts beat in the quiet room.

It was a moment of pure contentment, a moment where their friendship had morphed into something more, something that neither of them had anticipated but both desperately craved. Jimin's hand caressed her skin, his thumb tracing the curve of her hip. Y/N's hand found his, lacing their fingers together.

As they lay in silence, the gravity of their situation began to settle in. They had crossed a line, and there was no going back. But as she felt the steady beat of his heart against her chest, Y/N knew that she didn't want to. For the first time, she felt seen, desired, and loved in a way she had only dreamed of.

Jimin's hand slid down her body, his fingers playing with the folds between her legs. She shivered at the sensation, her body still sensitive from their lovemaking. He chuckled softly. "I can't get enough of you," he whispered, his voice filled with a newfound tenderness that sent butterflies fluttering through her stomach.

Y/N blushed, snuggling closer to him, her heart racing with excitement. "Go to sleep," she murmured, her voice muffled against his chest.

"Fine," he said, his hand coming to rest on her lower stomach. His breaths grew even, and she could feel his chest rise and fall beneath her cheek. Soon she was asleep too.

The next day at school, Y/N was a bundle of nerves. Jimin had handed her a small, unassuming package before they parted ways that morning, his eyes twinkling with mischief. She had opened it in the bathroom to find a small, pink vibrator and a wireless remote. "Wear this all day," he had whispered, his voice thick with excitement. "And I'll surprise you."

Y/N had blushed furiously, but something about the daring thrill of it all had her agreeing. She slid the toy into her panties, the cool plastic against her sensitive flesh sending a shiver down her spine. As she walked to her first class, she could feel it nestled inside her, a constant reminder of the secret they now shared.

Her first class was calculus, a subject she had always found challenging. She took her usual seat in the front, her heart racing as she spotted Jimin sitting in the back, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. The teacher, Mr. Thomas, was notorious for his random, on-the-spot questions, and she could feel Jimin's eyes on her, watching, waiting.

As the lesson droned on, she found it difficult to focus, her mind wandering to the night before and the feel of Jimin inside her. She was jolted back to reality when Mr. Thomas called on her, asking a complex question that she hadn't quite caught. Panic set in, and she stumbled over her words, trying to piece together an answer.

Jimin's smirk grew wider from his spot in the back, his thumb hovering over the button of the small, unassuming device in his pocket. The anticipation was palpable as she took a deep breath to compose herself. The moment she began to speak, his thumb pressed down, and the vibrations shot through her.

Y/N's eyes widened, and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp as the vibrator came to life. She felt her cheeks flush and her pussy clench around the toy, her legs pressing together involuntarily. She stumbled over her words, trying to maintain her composure as the pleasure grew more intense.

Mr. Thomas looked at her quizzically, obviously noticing her distraction. "Miss Y/N?" he prompted, raising an eyebrow.

Y/N's heart was racing as she struggled to focus on the problem at the board. She felt Jimin's eyes on her, the silent challenge in his gaze making her pulse quicken. "I...I just need a moment," she managed to say, her voice shaky.

Mr. Thomas nodded, turning to write something down on his desk. The second his back was turned, Y/N's eyes darted to Jimin, who had the audacity to wink at her. She narrowed her eyes, but she couldn't help the smirk that played on her lips. This was a game she hadn't known she wanted to play.

Jimin leaned back in his chair, his hand still in his pocket, fingering the remote. Y/N could feel the vibrations intensifying, making it almost impossible to concentrate. She squirmed in her seat, her eyes flicking to the clock on the wall, willing the minutes to pass.

Mr. Thomas turned back, "Miss Y/N, are you ready to answer my question now?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "Yes, the answer is 2." She could feel Jimin's eyes on her, his smirk growing wider as he played with the intensity of the vibrator, the buzzing a secret symphony of pleasure between them.

The class droned on, but the focus was no longer on the equations scribbled across the whiteboard. It was on the delicious torment pulsing through her core, the silent battle of wills that had become the rhythm of their morning. Each time she began to get comfortable, Jimin would crank up the vibrations, and she'd have to fight not to moan or squirm in her chair.

The moment Mr. Thomas called for a short break, the tension in the room was palpable. Y/N took the opportunity to stand, her legs shaking with the effort to keep herself upright. She hoped the movement would help disperse the heat pooling between her thighs, but she had underestimated Jimin's determination. The second she was vertical, the vibrations kicked into overdrive, sending her knees wobbling.

Her eyes shot to Jimin's, desperation and pleading mingling in her gaze. He simply grinned, his thumb pressing down on the remote. The vibrator inside her reached full power, and she felt like she was going to collapse. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out, her eyes watering with the effort to maintain her composure.

Y/N's knees buckled, and she reached out to grab the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white. She felt a hand on her back, and suddenly Jimin was there, his strong arms supporting her. "Wet for me?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that only she could hear.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she nodded, her breath coming in pants. "Yes," she managed to whisper.

The second she nodded, Jimin's thumb pressed down, the vibrations reaching their peak intensity. The room spun around her, and she felt like she was going to come right there in the middle of calculus class. But before she could, she felt lips on her ear, Jimin's voice a soft, seductive whisper. "Not yet," he said, his breath hot against her skin. "Hold it in."

Y/N bit her lip hard, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought against the waves of pleasure threatening to crash over her. The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and she had never been so grateful for the chaos of students shuffling out of the room. Jimin's arm remained around her waist, his hand in her pocket, guiding her out of the classroom and into the empty hallway.

"Jimin, please, make it stop," she whispered, her voice shaking with need.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "But you said you could handle it," he teased, his thumb playing with the button on the remote, the vibrations fluctuating in response to his touch.

Y/N's eyes rolled back in her head as she tried to stand on trembling legs. "I didn't know it would be this intense," she breathed.

Jimin's smirk grew wider as he leaned in closer, his mouth brushing against her ear. "You like it," he said, his voice a low growl of satisfaction. "Admit it."

Y/N couldn't help the whine that escaped her lips as the vibrations grew stronger. "I do," she admitted, her cheeks flushing. "But I can't walk like this."

Jimin chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Fine," he said, the vibrations dying down to a gentle hum. He leaned in, his voice a soft whisper. "Just for now."

Y/N's eyes snapped open, glaring at him with mock irritation. "You're evil," she murmured, but her voice was laced with affection.

Jimin chuckled, his grip on her tightening. "Only when it comes to you, my love," he whispered, his thumb tracing circles on her hipbone.

Y/N's eyes narrowed, but she couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. She leaned into him, the warmth of his body seeping into her. "You're going to pay for this," she said playfully.

Jimin's eyes danced with mischief. "Looking forward to it," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her lips.

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

My BFF is a Vampire

18+

BLOOD SUCKERS

Characters: ot7 x reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, described sex scenes, death, consumption of alcohol and blood, threesome, male and male intercourse, explicit sexual interactions, sharp objects, knife play, wax play, blood play, and more.

Genre: supernatural, fantasy, vampire, angst, reversed harem, best friends to lovers.

🩸My Master List🩸

Intro;

I knew something was wrong in the small city I’ve been living ever since I was born here and after I graduated from high school I was sure it had nothing to do with the fact that the whole year this small hell of a city called Spring Villa always rained every day.

Every god damn day.

Not that i was complaining, one summer during a high school trip to California was enough for me to realize hot weather was not for me. One day to be more specific, it was my first time and everything seemed so more alive and colorful. But all come to an end since i had to spend the rest of the trip at the hospital with an IV inside my arm due to being exposed to the sun for too long, just one afternoon which was the same as everyone else did but i was the only one who almost died that day for burning on the sun and end up looking like a hot Cheeto. After that i even started to enjoy the cold humid air hitting my face every day when i left to work, the only thing it didn’t change was my hatred for the rain every morning. Getting wet before work was not very enjoyable, everyone could agree on that note.

But the beautiful weather of the city was not the most uncanny thing about it, it has been almost ten years since a serial killer was circling around the Spring Villa. I was only a teen when everything became known to everyone in the city that something wasn’t right, so many bodies were found around Spring Villa along the years people began to stay at home locked away from everything. Some left the city for once and never came back, those who stayed were people who had nowhere else to go, like me.

My father was terrified of the accidents involving the serial killer in town and he too left before anyone else, leaving me and my mother behind. I couldn’t blame him especially after my brother ended up becoming one of the victims, when the police officer called for my parents to identify the body it didn’t felt real to me. I was not allowed to go since at the time i was underage but, I didn’t even got a chance to say goodbye either. My parents didn’t do a funeral for him, it was all too much to bear so instead he was cremated and thrown on a river on the west side of Spring Villa his favorite place to hide with his friends. Ever since that happened my parents have not been the same, I knew that sooner or later this was bound to happen. When father left it was the last straw of sanity of my mother, she became an alcoholic and well… not good.

I’ve been working at the Spring Grill ever since I graduated high school, apart from so many people leaving the city many others came from cities around the town to get a bit of incloser about the serial killer of Spring Villa, he was never caught and that mystery seemed to amaze many tourists around town.

People from all over came to my stupid silly little city to make videos about the killer of my brother, at first I was so angry at them I wished they just didn’t came at all but, over the years it became dull and empty inside my heart. I had more to worry about then that and since I needed money to pay the rent I was more then happy so many tourist came to Spring Villa.

After all I meet my best friend like that.

Notes: Hello readers! Here’s a new story for all of you I truly hope you guys enjoy this work as much as you all been enjoying my old works. This story has been going around my mind a lot and I thought what better time to write then now? So here it is! Taglist is open so leave your request in the comments and I’ll add you! Love all of you, Author. 🩵