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[sweetwritertanya]

Just A Friend

Summary: You and Namjoon have been friends for about two years and you grew feelings for him. But you think it’s unreciprocated. On a vacation which he invites you to come along in, things take a turn.

Warnings: Starts with ANGST and ends with a whole lot of SMUT! Like a lot, so be ready for: swearing, erotic body touching, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (because of the next listing), impregnation kink, overstimulation, hair pulling, praising, dom!Namjoon, sub!reader.

Requested: YES! The 💒 anon, as they wish to be known, requested this fic. In fact, they provided a lot of detail, especially for the smut, so a lot of props to them! I used a lot of the ideas they provided, so thank them as well! I really hope this is what you had in mind and that you’ll like it sweetie.

Word Count: 4889

Stomping across the bedroom you were staying at, you even consider just picking up your suitcase and leaving. Honestly, you weren’t sure what you were doing here anyway. You had long ago sworn to yourself you would stop hoping for things to change and just give up, but yet, as soon as he asked you if you wanted to tag along you smiled brightly and promptly agreed, heart singing within your chest.

You felt stupid. You felt stupid and angry and rejected. Mostly, you felt hurt and to make matters worse you knew you were the only one to blame. It was you and your own feelings fault.

Namjoon and you have been friends for two years now. You’ve been in love with him for over a year and a half. It brought tears to your eyes, thinking of how much you’ve been pinning for him, how much you wanted him to reciprocate your feelings. But he only saw you as a friend, the chubby female friend that would hang out with him and the guys, introduce them to cute girls or give them advice when it came to women. And that was it.

Two months ago, you decided enough was enough. You would distance yourself from him slowly, just enough to give yourself some time to somehow get over your feelings without having to ruin the friendship. Because, truth be told, you still wanted to keep him close. As much as it hurt to have an unrequited love for him, it hurt more to think of him not being around.  

But then he decided to invite you on a trip with the boys to the Alps. He would even pay for the plane tickets and the stay in the ski resort. And he asked so nicely, so excitedly, with that stupid little dimple smile that always melted your heart and all you could do was say yes. You forgo all your plans of getting over him for one last hope that this meant something.

It didn’t. Just as you got ready to go on the ski lessons programmed for this afternoon, you saw Namjoon flirting with one of the female instructors at the entrance of the resort place you were all staying at. It made your stomach turn and left a sour taste in your mouth. You turned around, took off your new windbreaker ski jacket and stomped up the stairs into your room in a hurry.

Taking a few shaky breaths in your room, you decided to light up the fireplace in the room. The plane ticket had the return date scheduled for the day after tomorrow, and even of you went and tried to get it changed so you could leave today, Namjoon had all the plane tickets in his room. You weren’t about to go and ask him for yours.

Struggling to get the flames to cling to the wood, your heard a knock on your door and assumed it was the resort’s staff coming to clean the room.

“No need, thank you” you yelled at the door, huffing at how the fire just wasn’t starting.

“Y/N, it’s me.”

You froze. That was Namjoon’s voice. After considering for a moment to just ignore him completely and carry on as if you didn’t hear him, you sighed and got up. You crossed your arms above your chest and glared at the door with a subconscious pout in your lips.

“I’m not going on the ski lessons, so just leave without me” you informed him in your best detached voice.

“I know, I’m not going either. The boys already left” he responded from behind the door.

“What? Why didn’t you go with them?” you frowned.

“Just let me in, Y/N. It’s awkward talking through a door” he begged, knocking on the door by the end of his sentence.

You hesitated, biting your bottom lips as you remembered him with that woman from before. But then again, why would he flirt if he wasn’t going with them to the ski lessons? Something felt weird about it, so you just launched your arm forward before you changed your mind again and opened the door for him.

He looked as if he had planned to go with the guys, dressed with winter boots, long brown snowboard pants, a turtle neck sweater underneath the blue ski jacket, scarf still around his neck and gloves pocking out from the jacket’s pocket. His short hair was slightly disheveled as if he had a beanie on before.

The moment you saw his concern small brown eyes looking at you, you turned your back and went back to the fireplace, trying to distract yourself from your aching heart with the task at hand before.

“You seemed so excited yesterday about the prospect of going skiing, you went on about it almost the whole plane ride, why did you change your mind?” you heard him asking as he closed the door after stepping inside.

“So were you, so why didn’t you go?” you questioned back, not wanting to answer him.

“I asked you first.”

You sighed, irritated with everything, the conversation, the fireplace that just wouldn’t start, the feelings you had for the man behind you. Everything.

“I just didn’t feel like going anymore, okay? And I’m in a bad mood right now, this stupid fireplace isn’t helping, so maybe you should just go and leave me alone, Namjoon!”

You didn’t mean to yell, but your voice elevated before you could stop it. Giving up on the wood catching fire, you walked away from the fireplace angrily, crossed your arms and went to the window, trying to calm yourself by looking at the beautiful white scenery outside.

“Let me help you with this” he offered, taking off his jacket and scarf, busing himself with the fireplace as you had before.

“Just leave me alone, Namjoon. You know I’m not great to hang around when I’m in a bad mood” you tried to warn him, more so because you really wanted distance from him right now. “You should have gone with them. Maybe you can still catch up.”

“It would have been fun, but even with the bad mood, I prefer your company” he shared.

“Liar.”

You didn’t mean to say it out loud, you honestly thought you had just thought it for yourself, but Namjoon heard you loud and clear.

“What does that mean?” he sounded offended.

You cursed at yourself for not being more careful before turning back to him, eyes set on the large carpet beneath your feet and arms as tightly wrapped around yourself as ever. You tried to think of how to get him to go away without destroying the friendship.

“Nothing. It just makes sense, you’ve been friends the guys for way longer than you’ve known me, why wouldn’t you want to go with them and have fun instead of wasting time here with me? Plus, there was the pretty instructor, who wouldn’t want to go and learn from her?”

You pressed your lips together and kept your mouth from opening again, realizing how saddened you seemed by the last sentence. You needed to keep your feeling at bay.

“So you did went down for the lessons” Namjoon realized, as that was the only way you could have seen the instructor. “What happened, Y/N? Why are you lying to me?”

Hands closing down into fists at your sides, teeth grasping down on your bottom lip as you tried to keep yourself from crying. The atmosphere in the room felt colder than the snow outside. This was probably going to be it. As much as you treasured this friendship and wanted nothing more than to keep it intact, it felt as if you guys were about to fight and things probably wouldn’t be the same after.

“Y/N? Y/N, just talk to me!” It was Namjoon’s turn to grow frustrated. “You’ve been acting strange lately. I don’t know why, but it seems like you suddenly want to get as far away from me as possible, and I feel like I’ve done nothing to deserve that!”

“And you didn’t! You did absolutely nothing wrong, Namjoon, it’s all my own fault, okay?” you barked back, tense arms falling to your sides as you finally gaze back up at him, seeing his own worried but serious stare. “I’ll get over it, alright? I promise, just give me some space.”

“Get over what, Y/N? You’re making no sense!” he continues, irritated, lifting his hands in the air.

“You!” you finally declare.

Your watery eyes can barely stay focused on him as you feel the shame washing over you, after admitting your feelings like that when it was the last thing you wanted to do. But the harm was done now. And as much as it still hurt, a weight seemed to lift off your chest as you confess the deep secret you’ve been keeping for so long.

“I’ll get over you, Namjoon! I’m sorry, I know we’re just friends but…” your voice breaks a bit and you have to look away from him. Only then did you realize he had managed to light up the fireplace, without setting anything on fire, which was a win for such a clumsy guy. It almost makes you smile. Almost. “I’ve had feelings for you for way too long and I don’t think I can get past them without distancing myself from you for a while. I’m sorry, I just-”

Two strides. Two strides is all it takes for him to close the gap between the two of you, an undecipherable look on his unusually stoic square face that you missed as you looked at the ground, before taking your round face into his big hands, forcing you to lift your head just in time for his mouth to capture the words you were about to say.

Completely shocked, your whole body freezes as you feel his fleshy lips clam around yours purposely, hands pulling your face towards him as he keeps pressing his lips further, almost to the point it hurts. All your thoughts clutter in your brain, disabling any rational understanding of what was going on.

When he separated his lips from yours for a split second, you try to speak even as you have no idea what to say, but he doesn’t let you. His hands fall from your face only to go around your back and around your neck, pulling your scrumptious body violently against his own as his parted mouth finds yours and steals the breath you were about to take.

You find yourself closing your eyes, the forceful nibbles he starts around your lips singeing your prickled skin, head still spinning but body giving in completely to him. You lean against him and move your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer as you kissed him back.

He rumbles against your lips when he feels you complacent, sucking on them lightly as he pulls his head back up and looks at you from half-closed dark eyes.

“For how long?” his raspy voice asks.

“Hum?” Your brain is still in short-circuit, eyes heavy and clouded.

He squeezes at one of the lumps at your sides urgently and pulls slightly at the hair at the nape of your hair, trying to grab your attention.

“How long have you had feelings for me?” he demands to know.

You swallow dry at the intensity behind his eyes, your heart beating madly on your chest and your muscles tensing up. A flare of heat rushes to your cheeks as you decided to tell him the truth, too anxious to even try and lie to him when he looked at you like that.

“A year and a half. At least” you add, hesitant eyes jumping between his.

Again, Namjoon almost jumps at your lips and ferociously ravishes at them, smacking them hard together and tracing your soft bottom lip with his tongue. You yelp at the warm and wet touch, and it’s a good thing his hands are keeping you so close to his body since you feel your legs loosing strength as he slips his tongue past your parted lips and swirls it around yours, coaxing you to respond.

You don’t care to know how this is happening. You don’t dare to question if it’s even real or some mad hallucination. You just take it all in, the warmth of him around you, the scent of musk and dew of him mixing with the smoke and fire of the fireplace, the taste of menthol and honey. The feeling of his rough hands holding you close. The small groan he released when you sucked on his tongue and ran your fingernails down the back of his neck.

Not sure how, if Namjoon just couldn’t hold your weight up anymore of if he himself lost his strengths as well, but you felt the world around you swirl and your back hit the floor, the pain only numbed by the hands and arms around you, a barrier between you and the floor.

It knocked the breath out of you, but it was still nothing compared to the way Namjoon bit your bottom lip and pulled it with him as he raised himself up on his forearms, each around your face, legs kneeling around your bulky thighs. He looked exasperated and deranged.

“Two years” he growled, much to your confusion. “I’ve been in love with you for two fucking years and now you tell me I could have had you more than a year ago? Do you have any idea how I feel right now?!”

His face told it all, he didn’t need to say it. Frowned thick eyebrows, creating lines on his tall forehead, thin eyes with a fiery intensity that outdid even the fireplace crackling to your left, full lips set in a straight line as his bottom jaw stood out with how tense he was.

“I never thought you would like me back. I thought I was just a friend” you whispered at him, wide eyes staring with incredulousness at him.

Namjoon dryly chuckles as he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against yours. When he opened them again, they were calmer and sweeter. Loving.

“How many friends introduce you to all their friends, to their parents and take you out on vacations like this one? How many friends call you every day, say they missed you when you were just together, tell you how beautiful you are every single time?”

“Namjoon, I… I didn’t think-”

“No, you didn’t” he interrupted, his frustration bubbling back up. “And now we wasted two years we could have been together pinning for each other. But no more.”

Reuniting your mouths, this time not only is he kissing you deeply, his hands busy themselves with tracing your full body above your clothes. You can feel them slowly going down beneath your arms, softly groping your lumpy sides, grasping at your wide hips and down your fleshy legs, on the way back up finding themselves beneath the thick hoodie you were wearing.

“I’ve dreamed… about having this body… next to mine for so long” he tells you between pecks at your lips that slowly travel down your neck. You tremble both because of his words and of his cold fingers dipping into your skin, swallowed between the rolls on your stomach. “Thought about all the things I wanted to do to you. How heavenly your body must be and how good I could make you feel if you let me…”

His hands pull your hoodie up at the same time his tongue slips up and down your pulse point on your neck, and you squirm a bit as a light moan leaves you.

“N-Namjoon…” you sigh as you close your eyes, hands blindly clinging to his arms and back.

Growing impatient, you feel him lifting his upper body away from yours and you open your eyes in time to see him strip of his turtle neck, leaving his torso bare for your eyes to take in. The sun kissed skin covering the defined muscles, shadows created by the fire on the fireplace making him look sculptured, hard nipples standing out. He looked breathtaking, and that was the exact effect it had on you.

For your surprise, he actually pulls you up so you are sitting in front of him, his strong legs straddling you, as he pulls at your hoodie with a determined gaze set on you. His demeanor makes you offer no resistance as he removes the article of clothing from your body, leaving you with your bra underneath. But his fingers dance across your back as he leans in to steal another kiss, undoing the hooks and the straps slowly fall from your shoulders. He leans back again just to see as he removes the bra entirely from you, exposing your breasts. Through the orange flickering light of the fireplace you see his pupils dilate.

“So fucking beautiful…” he whispers more to himself than anything. “You are much more beautiful than I ever imagined, angel. Can’t believe it took this long.”

His hands cup your breasts and he feels the weight of them, the roundness of them, thumb brushing your puckered nipples as he did so. Your back arches towards his touch instinctively and he does it again. One hand at your shoulders pulls you back down into the carpet, laying your back to it as his head slowly follows you down and his lips wrap around one of your nipples.

You writhe beneath him and whimper shamelessly as he lavishes on your chest, wetting and sucking your erect globes until you are yelping and clawing at his shoulders and down his back, your legs rubbing together under him in search of some friction. So very slowly, he moves his head down your body, leaving your nipples to swipe his tongue on the underside of your breast, then leaving long wet kisses down your pudgy stomach, hands kneading at the soft flesh.

“You feel so good, Y/N. All softness and warmth, so much to squeeze and hold on my hands.” He tells you as he reaches your belly button, pecking around it which tickled a bit. “I bet you taste sweet too. Let me find out, yeah?”

You gasp as he aggressively removes your pants from your body, as if offended by them. They fly off your wide legs in a second, your socks going with them, and leaving you clad only in your panties. You look down at him with overly hot cheeks and uneven breaths, a tight pull in your lower belly at the thought of what he was about to do.

With a hungry look, Namjoon kisses from your ankles up your legs, hands following his mouth on the outside of your thighs as he moved up. They grasp at your pillowy flesh and pull your legs apart, until he is facing your burning center. You cry out loud when he sucks on your clit through the panties, the unexpected feeling at the sensitive button making your hips jump up, only for his hands to grab you tightly and keeping you in place.

He keeps teasing you through the fabric, much to your frustration, panties growing wetter both from your overflowing juices and from the work of his tongue against them, tracing your slit up and down and lapping at it.

“N-Namjoon, p-please!...” you cry out as the tightness on your womb becomes excruciating and you want - no, you need - more.

“Please what, kitten?” he knowingly asks against your covered mound, the rough voice reverberating against you and you mewl at the feeling. “Tell me what you want.”

“I… I…” your brain spins around in search of the right words, but it’s so difficult to think when he flicks his tongue so expertly around you bundle of nerves. “I want you to fuck me. I need you inside, now, please, Namjoon!”

Your hands hit at his shoulder with how exasperated you are and he chuckles against you.

“Get on your hands and knees for me, kitten, and take off the panties. I’ll give you what you want” he promises.

Hooking your thumbs around the hem of your panties, you pull them off you as you turn around and get on your knees like he asked, turning your ass in his direction as you hear him removing his trousers. You bite your lips and can’t help getting even more aroused as you think about finally having him inside, like you dreamed off so many impish nights.

“So pretty, angel. All pink and glistening for me” he tells you and you feel his fingers opening your folds for him to see. “It’s like you want me as much as I want you” he whispers.

“I do, Namjoon. I d- Ahhh!”

You wanted to turn around and tell him how much you loved him, how long you hoped for something like this to happen as well, but then he grabs both of your ass cheeks in his hands, squeezing the abundant flesh and parting them as he leans in and licks up your exposed pussy, catching you completely by surprise and you almost fall flat on your face, the strength of your arms wavering for a split second.

His hands keep massaging your rump and his head moves up and down your velvet skin, licking away the overflowing juices only for you to replace them instantly, your inner walls clenching down on nothing as he keeps nipping and sucking on your clit and his tongue swirls around your entrance.

“F-fuck, Namjoon, I’m gonna… I’m gonna!...”

Your legs and arms are starting to quiver, the tension of your muscles making you sweat alongside the heat of the fireplace next to you, your heartbeat feeling like it’s inside your skull and the most agonizing knot about to burst from within you.

But then he pulls his lips away from your lower ones and you whine profusely at the loss of the feeling, only to have him kiss around your ass cheeks and up your spine, hands gliding up and down your horizontal body as you feel something hard pocking at your legs. You swallow dry.

“So, so pretty… like a goddess” he murmurs against your skin, leaving kisses between your shoulder blades and hands coming around you to play with your breasts a bit. Your whines have turned into almost sobs at how much you needed release. “I love, Y/N. Loved you for so long.”

You turn your head at that, lust blown eyes staring back into yours before he united your lips for a sweet kiss. As your mouths press together, one of his hands positions his length and in a swift sway of his hip, he enters you. You part your lips away from his as you wail at the feeling of him stretching you, the size of his cock reaching deep within and it almost makes you come undone from the feeling only, hands clawing at the carpet beneath them.

“You’re so tight and slick, kitten! Feels so good, like you were made for me” he remarks, backing his hips up only to thrust them back into yours as deep as he could go. “Were you made for me, angel? Are you all mine now?”

“Y-yes, Namjoon. All yours, please. Please, more” you beg of him.

As he starts picking up the rhythm, his hands are clawing at the sides of your hips, guiding you with him at each lunge, and his kisses travel down your back, until he leans back up and just looks at you from behind. You are whaling his name and digging your nails in the carpet. Your skin is all sweaty and gleaming with the light of the fireplace. Hair is sticking at the nape of your neck and back, and Namjoon goes to brush it away but instead he grabs and tugs slightly on it, at the same time he gets faster. You feel the tip of his cock hitting at your cervix at the same time the sting of him pulling your hair kicks in and it drives you insane.

“Fuck, Y/N, you look so good like this, you take my cock so well” he praises with an out of breath speech. “I’ll bet you look so pretty cumming. Are you gonna cum for me, sweet angel?”

“Namjoon, ahh… Ahhh!...”

His praise and the repeated assault on the sensitive spot on your cervix with the tip of his length finally does it. Your walls convulse and crash down around him, the aching coil inside unfurling and pleasure cascading in waves through your body as you moan out his name, falling to your forearms as you can’t keep yourself up any longer.

Namjoon stops for a moment to let you catch your breath, but it isn’t much longer before he starts moving again, still perfectly erect inside of you, your sensitive walls feeling how hot and throbbing his cock was.

“You look better than my dreams. I dreamed of you like this so much, of seeing you come undone and filling you up with my cum until you can’t take it no more” he confesses, pulling your body up until your back meets his chest.

One of his hands grasp your neck and turns your face to him, so he can leave sloppy hungry kisses on your mouth as he keeps plummeting his cock into your overly sensitive quim. The other moves from your wide hip into your stomach and he grabs the protruding flesh above the place where your bodies joined together, feeling the ripples each plunge created on your skin.

“Namjoon, please!” you sob out, tears from the overwhelming pleasure gathering at the corner of your eyes.

“Please what?” he repeats, kissing down your neck as the hand on your neck moves down to swirl one of your nipples in between his index finger and thumb. Your walls automatically clench around him and he hisses. “Ugh, kitten, if you keep clenching around me like that, I will cum sooner than I want.”

“Please fill me up” you find yourself saying. “I want your cum so bad, I want to be filled by you and just you, please! Please make me cum again.”

You had no idea you had such depraved thoughts, much less that you could say them out loud, but when it came to Namjoon you wanted anything and everything. You felt no shame, in fact you couldn’t help but feel a hint of proudness when he cursed and the thrust of his hips grew quicker, face hidden in your shoulder as he bit down on it.

“Fuck, you like that? When you beg like that it makes me want to give you everything you desire, kitten” he says. “Bet you would look so pretty… Your fertile womb overflowing with my seed, I bet it’s begging for it right now.”

“Yes, Namjoon, yes! Please!”

The hand that was holding your stomach drops down until his fingers rub your clit and he keeps thrusting up into you. Your head falls back into his shoulder as you scream, too much stimuli making your nerves catch fire and the dam breaks. You cum heavenly and violently, your slick heat spasming and tightening around him and sucking him dry as Namjoon’s cock twitches inside and spills out his essence.

Both of you fall into the carpet and Namjoon finds the strength to pull out of you and parting your legs to see your overflowing womanhood, a mixture of your juices spilling out. He smiles and kisses up your arm, one arm stuck under your head and the other around your waist, fingers tracing lazy patterns on the skin of your belly as you both take time to recover.

It’s comfortable to stay where you are for a long time, twenty minutes going by as you lay side by side with the warmth of the fireplace keeping you contented. At some point you rolled over to face him and you both just smile at one another, your fingers coming up to trace over the dimples on his cheeks lovingly.

“I’m sorry I was so rough on our first time together, angel. I didn’t mean to, I envisioned being a lot more gentle” he apologized, one hand coming up and brushing your hair. You shake your head.

“Not at all. It was perfect, Namjoon. With you, everything is perfect” you reassure him.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m so glad we came on this vacation. Even if we end up never going skiing as long as we do this instead” he teases with a smirk.

“I love you too. And next time, let’s not waste the perfectly good bed over there” you point out, finger aiming to the soft bed that was just a few feet away from where you were both laying, on the ground, on top of a carpet.

“You’re right. It was a waste. Let me correct that.”

“Wait, what? Ah!”

A mixture of a yell and a chuckle leaves you as Namjoon pulls you up with him and drags you back into the fluffy bed, intent on more than making up for all the wasted time you both were pinning for each other unnecessarily.

[sweetwritertanya]

Piano Professor

Summary: You have a big crush on professor Yoongi, your piano teacher. On the last day of his class, there is a practical exam but it turns out it wasn’t the exam you weren’t ready for.

Warnings: None! This is just fluff!

Requested: YES! A lovely anon requested this some time ago. I am so sorry it took me a while to write it! Life has been a bit complicated recently, I’m really sorry! Hope you enjoy it.

Word Count: 2863

You were sitting inside the classroom waiting for the class to start alongside all the other students when your friend came over to sit next to you.

“Hey, Y/N! Ready for the big day?” she anxiously inquires.

“Morning. And no, not at all. I was so nervous I barely slept this night” you confessed to her as she took out her sheets of music, laying them on the table next to the ones you were studying.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be fine. You’re a great student and I know you practiced a lot for this exam” she assured.

“That’s just it” you sighed, placing the weight of your head into your right hand as you looked sadly at the piano at the center of the room. “No matter how much I practice, how well I memorize the music piece, there’s always something wrong or something to improve. The professor is never satisfied with whatever I do no matter how hard I try.”

“Don’t think about that! Who cares about what he thinks anyway? As long as you pass the test today, you won’t even have to see him again” she tried to comfort you. Little did she know, it had the complete opposite effect.

There was a reason you tried exceptionally hard on this particular class. From the very first day, as much as you tried to deny it, to change it, to stop it, you developed a crush on the young piano professor. The way he presented himself, the way he walked, his attitude, his passion when it came to music… everything appealed to you and turned your crush into a full blown one sided love. It killed you inside to know the only reason the professor even knew who you were was due to the mistakes he warned you about, the times he had to correct you when you were required to play the piano.

Although saddened by it, it didn’t surprise you that the young man barely acknowledged your existence among all the other students. You were used to guys overlooking you. You were definitely the bigger person in this class. All the girls that attended were so petite and slim, while you were not. You looked at your big bulky legs when a girl went by with a beautiful white dress, skinny legs barely touching as she walked. Yours would rub and wiggle at the smallest movement. Sighing, you wrapped your arms around your protruding stomach, in an effort to conceal it, as everyone waited for the teacher.

Today was the final examination for this class. Everyone would play a piece for the professor and have their marks by the end of the week, signaling the end of the semester and of this particular piano class. Maybe it would be better this way, for you to stop seeing your unrequited love every week and have your heart broken. Maybe you could finally move on.

“Oh, crap, he’s here. Not ready, not ready!” you classmate and friend panicked as she closed the music sheets and scrambled her little feet under the table with nervousness.

Looking up, you took a deep breath as you watched the man walk in.

Everyone quieted down as soon as he entered the door, getting properly sited in their seats. The females, and even some males, bluntly gawked at the professor. As much as you wished you didn’t, so were you.

Lean figure with a pale skin, dark small eyes and rosy thin lips, dressed in a black suit with a striped fit sweater underneath, holding his suitcase by his side with veiny rough hands. Professor Yoongi gave both an air of fragile and standoffish at the same time, something that always fascinated you.

“I assume you all are more than prepared for the practical exam” he started saying, voice deep and sluggish, as if he hadn’t spoken much today yet, laying his suitcase on top of the desk, cold eyes staring at the class. “There is a big opportunity for whoever gets the higher grade, so I suggest you do the possible and the impossible today. Let’s start.”

And so the examinations started. Every student, one by one, would sit at the piano and play the chosen piece. The professor was very meticulous and ruthless to some of the students, stopping them when they were only a few keys into the music, making them start again to see if they realized their mistakes. You felt your body shake with uneasiness as your turn approached.

The beautiful girl in the white dress that you saw earlier, one of the professor’s favorite students, had just played her part and you saw Yoongi smile kindly at her, not pointing out any mistakes on her part. Your heart clenched painfully in your chest, knowing it would not be the same with you.

“Next, Miss… Miss Y/N.�� The professor called.

It was the last performance of the day and you just wanted to get it over with. Over the examination, the class, the professor, everything. With wobbly legs, you got up to the piano and sat at the bench. Taking a deep breath, getting a grip on yourself and stopping the tremor of your chubby hands, you raised them up over the piano keys and started.

For a moment, only a moment, you actually dared thinking it was going well. The professor hadn’t stopped you right away like he did others, you could hear the music you were playing and it sounded okay to you, your fingers never wavered, you knew exactly what came next. You dared think maybe this would end well.

“Watch the tempo” Yoongi’s voice echoed alongside the piano, making you jump slightly in the bench and miss a key. “Don’t miss any note again. Look at your posture, back straight!”

It pretty much went downhill from there, your mind going blank under the pressure and the close eye of the professor behind you. Your fingers kept moving on the piano, but your brain just couldn’t focus on the music anymore, you had no idea how you sounded. Anxiety deafened your ears completely.

The bell signaling the end of class suddenly rang, just as you ended your piece. The room fell silent for a moment, awaiting the professor’s permission to leave the room. You were paralyzed on the bench, incredibly afraid to hear anymore criticisms from him.

“I will post the grades next Monday. Congrats to anyone who did well. Class is dismissed” Yoongi stated in farewell.

A deep breath you didn’t know you were holding left you, but it brought no relief. It was all over, but you felt like it didn’t end on a good note like you wished.

“Miss Y/N, a word after class, please” the professor asked, and you heart sunk.

Looking at your friend, you saw her worried eyes set on you as she left with everyone else, probably thinking the same as you. You probably failed the class. You would have to repeat the class next year if so. The professor was probably disappointed with you.

Getting up slowly from the bench, you went to get your stuff organized as you waited for the professor to end the conversation he was having with some of the girls in class, the beautiful girl from before smiling seductively at him and even touching his arms. You looked down and wished to get out as soon as possible.

“Miss Y/N” the professor called. The girls were leaving and he was staring at you next to the piano, arms crossed on his chest. He didn’t look angry as you expected. “I was wondering if you could repeat the piece you played for me, please.”

“Y-Yes, of course” you readily agreed, heart hammering on your chest wondering if he was giving you a second chance to pass the exam.

Going back to the tiny bench, still nervous but comforted by the fact that there weren’t so many eyes on you this time, you played the piano once more. You could feel Yoongi’s presence right behind you, watching carefully each movement of your fingers on the piano, but instead of being distracted by it, you used it to fuel your concentration, your will to do the best you could.

Just like before, at about half way the professor spoke up.

“You keep losing a bit of tempo because you’re using the wrong fingers on this part” he explained calmly.

“I’m sorry, professor” was all you could say, stopping and hanging your head low.

“Let me help you.”

Before you could ask how, Yoongi bent down as suddenly his head was on the right of yours, cheek brushing yours, arms coming around you and hands covering yours on top of the piano keys. You gasped and felt like your skin caught on fire, eyes so wide you felt like they were about to pop off your skull. The scent of musty cologne enveloped you, his skin felt colder than yours, fingers particularly ice cold, but instead of cooling you down they were only making you blush harder. You had no idea what was just going on, he had never did this with any student you knew of.

Bony fingers guided your frozen ones through the piano, music starting to play on the silent almost empty room. His fingers felt so soft on top of yours, his cheek brushed against your ear and burning cheek making you have to close your eyes at the feeling. Your whole body was tingling, goosebumps going down your arms and spine, breathing going completely irregular.

And then it was all over and he backed away, leaving an abnormal feeling of loss in you, only to sit right next to you on the bench, hands clasping together between his knees and back hunched on himself as he kept his dark eyes on the floor.

“If you fix that, your piece would be perfect. You’ll already have the best grade of the class, I just wanted you to improve that tiny detail” he explained, voice a bit quieter than you were used to hear from him.

You were still frozen in the same position as when he left you, but at that you came back to reality and turned your head to him, caught a bit off guard with how close he was to you on the tiny bench. Your wide hips brushed against his lean ones when you turned, distracting you for a split second.

“W-What? I thought for sure I was going to fail, you pointed out so many mistakes while I was playing, professor” you informed, very confused.

He looked up at you with a small smirk. You swallowed dry.

“Only because I wanted you to do well. I knew you could do better” he assured you.

“But… you didn’t pointed out that many errors with the others that much. How can I be doing better than them?” You truly had trouble understanding what was going on.

“I only push those who I believe have true talent and can do better. Which is why I pick on you so much, Miss Y/N. In fact…” He then turns completely your way, his upper outer thigh rubbing with yours as he moves and it’s like an electric shock curses through you. “I would like to invite you to a national competition for classic musicians that will begin next month. I believe you would have what it takes to win.”

“What?” you panicked. “P-Professor, I can’t, I’m really not that good, I-”

“Yes you are. I wouldn’t invite you if I didn’t believe so. Even if I am a little biased, I know you could place well on the competition” he persisted, with determination.

Your scrambled brain, although overwhelmed, did caught on to something.

“Biased?... Because I’m your student?”

He looks away from you at that, pressing his lips together as he ponders his words carefully for a moment.

“More so because of my liking towards you.” Again, you gasp silently and freeze, unable to comprehend what he just said. He looks at the other side of the room, missing your reaction. “Choosing the cute girl in my class to enter the competition… It does sound quite prejudiced, doesn’t it?”

Even with his head turned the other way, you saw as his ears gained color that spread to the upper cheeks he kept hidden from you. At that point, you had convinced yourself this was all a dream. It had to be.

“Cute? Me?” you repeated, completely incredulous.

He set his eyes back on you, only from the side at first but then he smiled and looked at your face full on, the corner of his lips so tugged up that it showed the gum above his teeth. You couldn’t help but think it was the brightest smile you had ever seen.

“Yes. Especially when you looked at me like this” he points his index finger around your face, eyes twinkling. “With chubby red cheeks blushing and a loving stare. Made it really difficult to concentrate on teaching the rest of the class, truthfully.”

You yelped and hid you face on your hands, not realizing that was how you were looking at him all this time. He chuckled and grabbed your wrist, pulling it down so he could see your face again.

“Will you enter the contest?”

“Do you really think I can do it, professor?” you inquire in a whisper, still unable to meet his eyes with how embarrassed you felt.

“Absolutely.”

You took a deep breath and, gathering courage, raised your head again. Your cheeks were still burning, but it was no use hiding them anymore anyway. He already knew.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

He smiled again and, in a slow gesture, pulled a strand of your hair that had fallen above your eyes back beneath your ear, exposing the red cheeks he liked so much. His fingers lingered on your ear, breath caught in your throat.

“Do… Do you have a class to attend?” he asked, lowly, eyes staring into yours.

“Yes” you answered unconsciously.

“Then you must go now, or you’ll be late” he informed. But his hand was still behind your ear, no indication of him wanting you to leave.

“Yeah” you agreed. But you remained exactly as you were, afraid to move and find out this was really just a dream. A beautiful, beautiful dream.

Yoongi retrieved his hand finally and took a deep breath as he forced himself to get up from the bench, walking towards his desk and gathering his stuff.

“Meet me here after class, everyday” he ordered.

“Oh, for practicing the piano?” you innocently asked, bending down to grab your bag too.

“That too” he smirked.

A month later, you looked around the big room filled with people dressed all stunningly, your own ball gown getting in the way as you walked and searched around. You stopped as you saw him leaning against the wall at the entrance of the room, pleased eyes set on you and a smile on his thin lips. Reciprocating the smile, you ran up to him with the award you were given just a few minutes ago clenched around your hands.

“Professor! Aren’t you proud of me? Third place!” you excitedly showed off the award in front of him, almost jumping in place with how happy you were.

“I saw. Told you, didn’t I? You could do it. And you look incredibly beautiful today, Y/N” he complimented, taking in your full body on the big dress you had chosen to wear.

You blushed shyly and smiled sunnier.

“Thank you, professor.”

“You know…” he straightened up and regarded you with a strange look. “Classes ended about a month ago, the grades were released three weeks ago.”

You frowned, confused.

“Yeah, I know?”

He then bent down so his face was at the same level as yours, so close you could see every detail in his small eyes, every short eyelash surrounding them. Your heart skipped a beat and you swallowed hard.

“So, that means I’m no longer your professor. You’re no longer my student. And I can finally do this.”

His eyes closed and suddenly you felt his warm lips on top of yours. The softest of pressures remained upon your mouth as you closed your eyes and leaned in, a smile forming underneath at the burst of joy bursting within you. Yoongi then placed a hand on your cheek, another coming to rest at the curve of your plushy hip, lifting his lips from yours only to clamp them together once more. Butterflies filled your stomach and sparks went off inside your brain.

You felt the air of the sigh that escaped him hit your face slightly, the kiss becoming longer and more demanding than intended on his part, but he waited so long for this. When he felt your hands coming up to surround his neck, your squishable body leaning in against his, Yoongi’s heart melted at your compliance as you parted your lips and allowed him to deepen the kiss.

Among the victories of this day, you would remember kissing your charming piano professor as the greatest one.

[sweetwritertanya]

Fantasies

Summary: You just bought some new sexy lingerie to surprise Namjoon when he comes back. But when you put everything on, it doesn’t look right. You almost give up on it, if it wasn’t for your boyfriend arriving without you noticing.

Warnings: SMUT. Like, a lot of it. So, beware of: swearing, erotic body touching, oral (m. and f. receiving), a bit of hair pulling, unprotected sex (kind of, in my mind the female is on the pill, but is not mentioned. Be safe IRL!)

Word Count: 2263

You looked yourself over in the full-length mirror again for the hundredth time. Every time you did, it was like you saw another reason to give up on your plan all together. Always another flaw, another thing you didn’t like, another piece on your body to hide.

The red satin underwear set you bought just the day before looked a lot prettier when you tried it on the store. At the time, the top seemed to hug your heavy chest just right to make it perkier, the knickers with lace and mesh inserts and a thick waistband that kept your large tummy secure. Now, however, as you looked in the mirror, you only saw how your armpit fat was showing, the bra squeezing your top so much that it showed more rolls on your back, the waistband squeezing your stomach and making your love handles protrude.

In hopes to hide it all but still remain sexy, you threw on a lace transparent black babydoll you brought from the same store. It was better, but it didn’t hide the imperfections you were zooming in. And it barely covered the top of your thick thighs, leaving them bare to the eyes.

You had already done your hair and put on only just a bit of lipstick and of mascara, to make your eyelashes long and dark, but were now considering cancelling it all.

Namjoon was coming home straight from the airport. He had been away for two months, the longer he had ever been since you two started dating. You wanted to surprise him, take a bit of initiative in this relationship.  But the confidence you suddenly had yesterday, the day you thought of all of this, was now replaced with just insecurities.

Only when you heard a gasp did you notice the tall man standing at the door frame of your room, strong square jaw hanging low as he looked open-mouthed at your figure, the slender eyes wide and dilating rapidly.

“J-Joonie!” you exclaimed surprised as you turned around, arms trying to hide yourself from his view, even as it was clearly too late for that. “When did you get here?” He was still too busy salivating at the image in front of him to even hear your question. “Hum, just let me get dressed and I’ll be right with you, okay?”

That seemed to wake him up. His eyes snapped into yours as he only needed two long strides to cross the room and stop right in front of you, big hands around your neck and thumbs brushing your cute red cheeks.

“Don’t you dare” he whispered in two octaves too low for his voice, before crashing his lips into yours.

Swallowing your yelps in his full lips moving hungrily against yours, he pulled your plushy form as close to him as possible, turning your neck so he could kiss your as deep as possible, not wasting time to part your lips with a demanding graze of his warm tongue between your lips.

As his tongue took the time to avidly taste you again after too much time apart, his hands explored. You were clawing at his strong shoulders, trying to keep your balance as he kept pushing against you, in attempting to get you as flushed against him as humanly possible. His hands moved through your sides, groping every ripple of flesh trough the transparent fabric, then slowing making their way down, pulling the hem of your dress up and kneading your voluptuous ass.

Shaky moans fled your parted lips as you pulled away to breathe, his persistent mouth moving down your jaw into your neck, biting and nibbling on it as his hands massaged the soft skin of your rump. It was like your skin was set on fire and loud whimpers escape you before you can stop them.

“Nam-Namjoon” you whisper his name as your hand pull a bit on his hair when he bites a bit too rough on your shoulder.

Grabbing you by your waist, he pulls you into the bed, setting you on the edge of it as he takes off the hoodie he was wearing, leaving him bare chested. Knees at either side of your hips, he was now hoovering above you, hands stroking your arms up and down as he lowers his head to touch his forehead against yours.

“I missed you so much, baby. It was almost unbearable. I dreamed of you like this, all dolled up for me, so many nights. You are making all my fantasies come true, babydoll. I’m so fucking lucky” he whispers, smiling shyly down at you, with his cute dimples showing up and his eyes so black in the poorly lit room you could barely see any other color.

“You… You have fantasies about me?” you ask, with incredulity.

“So many. Too many” he confesses, his cheeks growing warmer much to your delight.

Trying to hide his blush from your view, he moves down to start kissing your shoulders again, slowly moving down to the hill of your breasts. Feeling the fire within you igniting even warmer after his confession, your insecurities melt away and you smile happily, one hand cupping his cheek and the other grasping the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I’ll be happy to make all of them come true” you whisper to him.

He groans loudly against your skin, the vibrations sending electric shocks to your core. Growing impatient, he grabs the bottom of your babydoll and pulls it up your body, throwing it behind him as he kneeled above you, marveling at your almost nude body.

“Y/N… You make me crazy, I swear, baby.”

His hands were now settling on your breasts, squeezing and teasing the hardening nubs over the silky fabric, making you squirm underneath him. Coming down to start licking the soft malleable flesh, one of his hand came around your arching back and unclasped the bra, swiftly removing it from you. His usually clumsy hands were always incredibly graceful and careful when it came to moments like these. Your flushed skin was now bare under his ministrations, every flick of his tongue and squeeze of his palms producing moans and whimpers from you, as a deep tension grew in your center.

You shivered as his kisses grew lower, moving past your soft tummy that he took time and care to kiss and explore too, into your wide hips. He pulled you closer to the edge of the mattress, so he could kneel beside it as his index fingers hooked at the sides of your knickers, pulling them down your chunky legs and he began kissing your inner thighs. Bringing the back of your hand to your mouth, you bite down on a finger when you feel him breath just above where you wanted him the most.

The first skim of his wet tongue against your even wetter slit made you shake and hold down a scream against your hand. His two big hands were wrapping around your thighs, grapping at your stomach to keep you still as he moved against you. Expert movements had you a trembling mess, the pleasurable sensation of him finding the bundle of nerves and playing with it almost too much for you to handle. When his tongue on the bud was replaced by his fast thumb, his mouth moving lower to your entrance and sucking on it as he plunged his tongue inside to the deepest it would go, your inner walls clenched and something snapped as you convulsed in time with the waves of pleasure that overtook you, his movements not stopping as he helped you ride out your high.

Kissing up your body as you tried to catch your breath, you smiled lazily up at him before he kissed you deeply, tasting yourself on him. Wanting nothing more than to return the favor, your hands skimmed trough his bare chest and landed on the bulge on his pants, making him hiss.

“Baby, ah…” he moaned as you pushed him down so he was laying on his back, your turn to be on top.

You kissed down his neck and his chest, licking, sucking and nibbling at the skin with as much attention as he had on you. His sounds and tense muscles under your touch never failed to surprise and assure you as you moved down his clenched abdomen.

Unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers, you grabbed the hem alongside the boxers and pulled them down to his knees, freeing his constricted erection. Looking up at him, you saw his hooded eyes looking lustfully at you, mouth slight agape as he waited to see your movements. Not disappointing, you stuck out your tongue and licked the underside of his member from top to bottom, taking the leaking tip inside your mouth to lick it clean.

Something between a growl and a whimper came out from the back of his throat, and you watched him throw his head back as he closed his eyes tightly, his sharp jawline tense as he tried to control himself. After a few more licks and swirls of your tongue around him, you took him fully into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat by the end. He inhaled deeply, one hand grabbing the sheet beneath him and the other coming to grasp your hair.

His hips were shaking and you knew he was trying not to thrust into you as you bopped your head up and down, feeling the member hardening and throbbing inside your warm mouth.

“Y-Y/N! S-Stop, stop baby, come here” he pulled on your neck as you released him, a confused expression on your face. “It’s been too long and I don’t want this to end too soon” he explained.

Bringing your face close so he could kiss your lips sweetly, you settled with him between your legs, your pooling center rubbing into him as the kiss grew needier, hungrier, more demanding. You always had been a bit insecure about being on top, afraid your weight would hurt him in any way, but when he made you feel this desperate, your brain this foggy with absolute need for him, you couldn’t really control yourself.

The hands that were groping your bum moved to your hips to slowly lift them up, stopping to look at you as he positioned himself against your aching entrance. In response, you moaned as you took his length in slowly, trembling at the pleasure of having him filling you up so delightfully. He groaned too, hands clasping at your hips with an iron strength.

“Oh, fuck! Baby, I missed you so much. You’re always so incredibly soft, hot and tight and I just can’t get enough of you, I swear!” he shared in shaky breaths, lidded eyes staring at your pudgy form on top of him, fueling his arousal.

“M-Me neither, Joonie. Never, never” you assured him, starting to move.

Slowly, you lifted yourself back up almost all the way only to slam back into him, your heavy weight actually helping with each descending movement, bringing him as deep as he possible could each time. The sound of slapping skin and deep moans filled the room, your body jiggling at each thrust of yours, which Namjoon seemed to appreciate so much.

Your hands had to come down to his chest as your pace quickened, the pressure on your lower belly increasing with every movement of his length inside of you, the demand for release overtaking your entire flushed body. His hands started going up and down your body, squeezing your breasts and your love handles and moving back to your bum, helping your movements.

It was all becoming too much and, sensing your struggle, Namjoon pulled you down to his chest so he could kiss you deeply, one hand staying on your backside and the other on your lower back, as he took control and thrusts up into you as fast as he could.

You screamed into the kiss, his thrusts hitting just the spot that made you see stars behind your eyes, the flaming coil under your belly unwrapping violently in just a few more plunges of his girth into you. Walls clenched around him, slick and warm, making him groan animalistic as he hid his face in your neck and, a few fast and sloppy thrusts after, he was finishing inside of you, his hot fluids mixing with your own inside.

It took a few moments for you both to recover, breathing too heavy and heartbeats too loud for any of you to talk. You slid to his side, so as to not crush him, but he pulled you close to his side, grabbing your arm around his middle and making you rest your head on his shoulder.

“If this is what I get to come home to, I won’t mind going on tour so much” he said, kissing the top of your head as his hands brushed the skin they could reach.

You giggled, an overwhelming feeling of love and devotion overtaking you.

“Although I hate when you are away, I’ll always be here, waiting for you” you promised him.

“You better be. No one else can do, now that I met you. I love you, baby” he stated, nothing but honesty in his sleepy voice. He must have been tired from the flight.

“Joonie?” you called, to which he only hummed back. “Tell me more about those fantasies.”

He chuckled and turned on his side to hug you, hiding his blushed cheeks in your hair.

[sweetwritertanya]

Getting Bigger

Summary: You are eating less than you probably should during your pregnancy because you’re afraid of gaining even more weight. Your husband, Jin, discovers this and is incredibly angry at you.

Warnings: SMUT. With a bit of angst and fluff in the mix, I guess, but mostly is smut. So, there will be: fingering, rough sex, is it unprotected sex if the female is pregnant?

REQUESTED: YES. A very cute anon asked me to write this scenario and I hope I didn’t disappoint. Last request of 2019!

Word Count: 2841

You look through the menu with a salivating mouth, your eyes shifting to the delicious pasta and the sweet deserts, but quickly close it down and smile at the boys sitting across from you.

“Have you decided what you want to eat already, Y/N?” Taehyung asks with a big smile across his precious face.

“There’s so many yummy things, I’m struggling” Jimin, sitting next to him, shares from behind his still raised menu.

Just as you were about to answer, the waiter came to your table and you all had to decide what to order. Taehyung went for seafood, while Jimin chose the pasta dish that caught your eye. Sticking to your decision, you asked for a simple Cesar salad for yourself.

When the waiter left, Taehyung and Jimin were glancing at you with concern written all over their face. You frowned and asked them why the long faces.

“Y/N, Jin-hyung asked me to take you out for a nice lunch since he couldn’t today. He’ll be mad at me if he knows all you had was a salad!” Tae explained.

“Yeah, and shouldn’t you be eating more, Y/N? For the baby?” Jimin added, worried.

At the mention of the baby, your hands automatically encircled your protruding stomach, as if guarding it. Their words tugged at your heartstrings painfully, but you knew what you were doing.

“The baby is fine. I’m eating healthy food, which is good for him. So don’t stress over it, alright? If you’re worried about Jin, just don’t tell him about what I ate.”

The boys shared a look, but drooped the subject. They didn’t seem convinced, though.

If you were honest, the reason you’ve been eating less and focusing on healthier options wasn’t only for the baby’s own good. Even before getting pregnant, you were a voluptuous woman. You had it all – the chunky arms, a bulging tummy, squishy hips, ample butt and thick legs. It was something that bothered you for many of the years of your existence, but had recently become a subdue concern thanks to your lovely husband, Kim SeokJin.

That man loved all of you and made you feel more comfortable in your own body. After all, if someone as good-looking as Jin could show even the slightest interest in you, much less actually marry you, you couldn’t be that bad. He certainly had seen some beauty in you.

However, after getting pregnant, those pesky dark thoughts that had almost dissolved in the back of your mind came back full force, especially after the fourth month, when the belly really started to show. The bump was rounding your stomach even more than it already was, the once almost imperceptible stretch marks you had changing into a dark colour around your low abdomen. Afraid, you made the decision to cut back on your diet.

You’ve been doing it for two weeks now, and it hadn’t been easy. Jin always made sure to cook for you whenever he had the chance, although he was very busy lately, trying to finish all his projects with the group in order to be able to take at least three months off after you had the baby. Still, he prepared what he knew were your favorite meals, which were not healthy at all. It broke your heart a bit, but you threw a lot away without him knowing, even as your stomach and cravings begged you not to.

After a light dinner that same day, you were just finishing washing the plate and fork you used when you heard the door of your home open. You smiled but only for a moment, as the harsh closing of the door made you frown. Jin was usually more careful than that.

As you dried your hands with a cloth you had in the kitchen counter, Jin rounded the corner and came into view, moving slowly in you direction.

Oh, he was mad for sure. Glaring fiery almond eyes, deeply furrowed eyebrows, almost covered by the dark hairs of his thick fringe, full pink lips with the corners tugging down, a tense sharp jawline and flaring nostrils on his perfect straight nose. Even like this, he looked so damn hot that you wept inside.

“Welcome back, Jinnie! I just finished my dinner. Have you eaten yet?” You tried to cheer up his mood. It didn’t work.

Seeing the container he left in the fridge with what was supposed to be your dinner cleaned and drying in the dish rack, Jin did something he never did before. He went straight for the door were you kept the trash can and looked inside. Finding most of the meal thrown out.

He slammed the cabinet’s door shut, making you jump slightly at the loud sound, and turned his back to you, crossing his arms and bringing two fingers to pinch between his eyes, on the bridge of his nose. Your heart was slamming against your chest, never having seen him this angry before. You could see how tense his broad shoulders were underneath the almost sheer white t-shirt he had on. He leaned his hip against the kitchen counter, his foot tapping against the wooden floor to show how agitated he truly was.

“Jin…” you start whispering, but he moves away from your reaching hand.

You hear him breathe in slowly, trying to calm himself, as he leans against the back of the couch of your living/dining room. Pressing your lips together and casting your eyes down, you move sluggishly to stand in front of him, your back against the wooden corner of your dining table. You were just three feet apart, but with his body language, you felt like he was miles away. It brought tears to your eyes.

“Just… why? Why haven’t you been eating?” Jin finally spoke, from behind closed teeth.

You try to inhale in order to respond, but comes out as ragged breathing, because you were forcing yourself not to cry even with tears already filling your eyes.

“Because… Because I’m getting bigger, Jin” you confess finally, knowing he would see through your excuses of healthy eating for the baby. This was the real reason behind it all, something you were very ashamed of. “Not just cause I’m pregnant. My legs, my arms… Even my double chin is getting more noticeable and I’m scared I won’t lose the weight after the baby! I’m scared I’ll stay this size and that you won’t want me anymore! My stretch marks are getting worse and I’m positive I’ll have hanging skin after birth and-”

You were basically sobbing now, big fat tears rolling down your face as you felt the hormones rile up your insecurities. But Jin wasn’t having it.

In one harried steep, he was crashing your bodies together – the most they could with your bump in between – and claiming your lips forcefully. Soft plump lips crashed into yours passionately, in a bruising and possessive manner, warm tongue slipping past your gasping lips and exploring the crevices of your mouth with plundering strokes. He had a hand at the back of your neck, angling it so he could deepen the kiss, and another on your plushy hip, squeezing it harshly.

There was nothing you could do except melt into the feverish kiss, hands steading yourself against his large shoulders for your knees were rattling beneath you and you didn’t know if they would give out. With every stroke of his tongue against yours, the hairs at the nape of your neck rose up and send tingling sensations down your spine.  

When he brakes the kiss, swollen lips on both of you and eyes clouded, he swirls the hand that was holding your neck back, reaching for one of the cushions on the couch behind him. He throws the cushion on the table behind you and gets a hold on both sides of your wide hips.

“Lay down!” he orders with intensity.

“W-What?” you question, a bit dazed.

“Now” he persists.

Complying, you lay down on the dining table, his hands helping you up, thankful for the soft fabric beneath you that made you feel a bit more comfortable. As soon as your back hits the cushion, Jin bends down and starts nipping and biting at your neck, full of knowledge of exactly where to touch in order to make you moan and squirm underneath him.

“Ah!... Jin…” you whimper at his ministrations.

He shuts you with another searing kiss, expert hands pulling down the straps of your maternity dress and unclasping your bra right after. You whimper against his lips and your body shudders at the first soft squeeze of your boobs with his big warm hand. His thumb circles around your darker nipples before flicking them delicately, knowing how sensitive your breasts have been lately.

Descending from your mouth, he resumes the attacks on your neck and shoulders as your skin catches afire under him. His hands slide down your fluffy sides, squeezing every lump aggressively enough for you to cry out, but he is very careful around your hard round stomach, fingers only brushing it tenderly before continuing their path.

When he forces you to open your legs, which were clasping around his slender hips, you realize this was not like other times. Jin as always been very loving and gentle when making love to you, even more so after you found out you were pregnant. Always careful, with slow movements and whispered caresses in your ears. But that didn’t seem to be the case today. Today he was angry at you and you could tell.

He roughly grasps your plushy thighs and opens them, one hand already finding your wet center above your panties. Your gasp at the harsh rubbing of his fingers up and down your slit at the same time he is sucking on the hollow of your neck, sending electric jolts straight to your core. When he pushes the fabric aside and directly presses against the aching pearl in between your folds, you squeal to high heavens.

Your hands are clawing at his shoulders as he swirls his fingers roughly against your bundle of nerves which is making your breath labored and your skin glowing with drops of sweat. You feel a burning tension forming on your lower tummy and you clasp the back of Jin’s neck to push him for a heavy kiss as his fingers continue.

Then he pushes one finger easily inside your aching cavern, groaning against your lips at how you feel around his digits. And then he joins another finger, starting to rub your impossibly hot and moist walls inside.

“Oh!... Jin…!” you mewl against his ear when the kiss gives in for the need to breath. In response, he adds another finger, stretching you more than he ever did with just his fingers before. “Ah! T-Too much!” you complain.

But he bites your earlobe and you hiss at the sting it leaves, only for him to lick it away. His breath his hot against your skin when he speaks, voice dark with want.

“You can take it. You’re about to have my baby, you can take it.”

And so his assault with his fingers escalates, plunging them in and out of you at a brute force, eliciting guttural and lewd sounds from you. When the fingers curl against a special spot, you almost feel the walls give in, but, much to your absolute frustration and confusion, Jin withdraws his fingers.

You look downwards to him through your half-lidded eyes, about to yell at him for stopping, but are silenced when you see him unzip his pants and lowering his boxers just enough to take out his erect member. Thickly swollen and red crown leaking a bit, he pumps himself a few times before pushing you by your plushy calves so that you are right at the edge of the table. He licks his lips as he grinds against your glistening center for a moment, before locking eyes with you and, with no warnings, impales you with his length.

Your hands turn to balls on each side of you, as you close your eyes at the feeling of the sudden invasion of his throbbing shaft inside. Usually, Jin would give you some time to get comfortable, but not this time. Both hands gripping with extreme force your hips, he pulls out almost all the way only to slam right back in, repeating the motion again and again.

The room is filled with Jin’s breathy grunts, your loud wailings and moans and the sound of skin against skin. Drilling himself against you with as much speed as his angry state can muster, the harsh friction his rapidly kindling the fire in your womb, moisture sliding down your legs more and more. You dare open your eyes to look at him, flushed-faced standing in between your legs with sweat accumulating on his forehead, clinging hair against it, one vein popping particularly hard on his neck, hips thrusting more and more rapidly as his groin pulses inside of you hotly.

“Ahh!… Don’t stop…. Don’t stop, Jin” you beg of him in moans, his image only fueling your desire.

The table is shaking at the same tempo of his erratic plunges, your toes are curling, mind going blank and skin catching fire. One particularly deep thrust hits exactly where it needed and you finally give out. A wave of pleasure uncurled from your center and erupted through your body, making your muscles twitch, eyes seeing fireworks behind your lids as hoarse cries come out your open mouth. Feeling your walls clench and squeeze him impossibly tight inside of you, his moves grow more frenzied as every nerve inside him screams for consummation. Two more plunges and his stomach sinks brutally as he feels himself releasing his warm seed, shuddering with the sheer pleasure before stilling completely.

Spent, he pulls out from you and catches his breath before dropping a kiss on your burning cheek and then on your covered baby bump. He rearranges your bra and dress before he zips himself back up and addresses you.

“Don’t move” he orders, although his tone is no longer fueled by the anger he had before.

You wonder where he went when he returns with baby wipes and, in the most tender and sweet of gestures, starts cleaning the fluids spilling from your folds, as well as the sweat on your inner thighs. Your heart melts at how delicate he is, leaving small pecks on your skin after he cleans it with the wipe.

When he is done, he helps you down from the table, guiding you to sit on a chair as he cleans the wooden surface thoroughly. He hasn’t spoken to you yet, but you decide to wait for him to say something. He goes back to the kitchen and returns with a plate and silverware, on the plate one of the servings he had made for you to eat during the week. He places it in front of you, sits beside you and picks up the fork, filling it with food before bringing it to your lips.

Opening your mouth, you taste and then swallow the delicious bite.

“I will love you, no matter what size you are” Jin starts saying, as he fills the fork back up and brings it back to your lips. “I will look at your beautiful stretch marks, your hanging skin, and feel incredibly lucky that you blessed me with our child. They’ll be cute reminders of what you did for us, for our family. I will never, ever, resent them. I wish you wouldn’t either, Y/N.”

He cleans with his thumb the tear escaping the corner of your eye.

“Don’t deny yourself food because of such a foolish fear. It’s completely unfounded, darling” he guaranteed you, smiling at you for the first time since he arrived home.

“Okay, Jin. I’m sorry” you finally concede, your hand cleaning the tears from the other eye staining your cheek as you smile at your loving husband.

Jin leans in for a kiss, but you jump at the soft movement on your belly that surprised you. Your hands cover your belly as you stare at it for a second, bugged-eyed. Then you share a look with Jin when he reaches his hand as well to your stomach, and another movement happens.

Giggling enthusiastically, Jin pecks your lips before leaning down to kiss your bump.

“Is it the first time?” he asks you.

“Yeah… I’m so glad you’re here to feel him too” you whisper to him, one of your hands covering his on your belly.

“He must be appreciating my cooking skills” Jin muses, the brightest beam on his beautiful face.

“He better. His father’s cooking is the best” you compliment, unable to stop smiling as well. Jin giggles and brings you down for a slow kiss.

“Love you, Y/N” he whispers leaning his head to yours.

“I love you too, Jin” you murmur back, lighter hearted than you have ever felt.

[sweetwritertanya]

Perfect to Me

Summary: After you see an interview with Jimin, your boyfriend, something he says breaks your heart. And you get incredibly mad at him.

Warnings: fluff and angst! Not a lot of angst, just enough to make the fluff even sweeter, in my opinion.

Word Count: 1830

It shouldn’t hurt you like it did. It really shouldn’t. A part of you knows he didn’t mean it the way you taken it, that if he only knew how bad it would hit you, he would have sewed his own mouth shut to keep the words from falling out. But he still said it, and you heard it. And it hurt so much.

On an interview after one particular memorable aerial silk dance he had with another female idol for a big award show, Jimin was asked a very common question whenever collaborations like these occurred. He was asked what he thought of his dancing partner and how she did. You would have been fine with pretty much any other compliment he gave her, except for the one thing he ended up saying.

Looking down at the petite blushing girl next to him, Jimin smiled coyly, his eyes almost disappearing behind his cheeks, before answering.

“She was amazing, as always. Aerial dancing is very difficult, but she is quick on the feet and so light like a feather. She is perfect, really.”

When you heard that, siting on your couch after a long day at work, having turned on the TV just to see his performance, it completely shattered your heart. Perfect. He called her perfect. A woman that couldn’t be farther away from you, was perfect to him. Why was he even with you, then?

The few tears that managed to escape your eyes were quickly wiped from your chubby cheeks as you turned off the television. The painful shock of his words had transformed into absolute rage. Fuming, you turned off your phone and stormed into your bedroom, slamming the door to the empty apartment. If he knew what was good for him, he would stay away from you for the next few days.

Of course, he didn’t.

The very next day, it was Friday and you spent your whole day distracted at work because of him, those haunting words replaying over and over on your mind, fueling your hurt and anger. You kept your phone off, just in case he even dared calling or texting you. He did worse.

After getting home, you had just enough time to shower and start preparing your dinner when your doorbell rang. Opening your front door, your eyes widened and your mouth fell open, unable to believe the audacity of this person.

“Cupcake, your phone is off, did you know?” he asks nonchalant, coming in without invitation with a sparkle on his eyes as he kept something behind his back.

You didn’t even close the door, you just eyed him with incredulity, lips still parted but hands turning into fists at your sides. He didn’t notice, moving to close the door on your stead, and smiling angelically at you when he reveals the box he had on his hands behind his back.

“Surprise! Your favorite chocolates” he says in a happy tune, placing them on the nearby counter of your kitchen and opening the box himself, completely oblivious to your frustration with him. “I may have a few myself, I’ve been craving sweets since I started practicing for yesterday’s performance. Here.”

He picks up one chocolate in between his index finger and thumb, holding it up to your firmly shut lips, only now noticing you frown. A mixture of confusion and worry take over his expression and you feel a pang of guilt, never liking to see that expression on his face. But you had a good reason to be angry at him. A very good reason.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, when you turn your face away and move to the stove, where you had been previously cooking your dinner. “You never refused a chocolate before.”

And again, a twinge of guilt pulls at your hurting heart, because your love for chocolate was a big reason for your chubby figure. If only you had been able to say no to the devil’s treat a bit more often, then maybe you wouldn’t have grown so big. But that didn’t matter now.

“Well, I’m starting to refuse chocolates from now on” you spat, not able to look at him as you turned off the stove, your hands shaking a bit at how mad you were. “Especially from you.”

That seemed to trigger his anxiety and he was now right by your side, hands hoovering above your body, as if unsure if he could even reach for you or not. Good thing, because you would slap his hands away if he dared touch you.

“W-What’s wrong? Are you angry with me?” he asks in a hesitant whisper next to you, eyes trying to reach for yours but you refuse to look at him.

“I don’t know, you tell me” you bark back, moving away from him and going to open your main door again. “Maybe you should leave and go think about it for a few days.”

In a flash he was right in front of you, right hand slamming the door shut behind you and a shaky hand grabbing your wrist. You finally looked up at him and you swallowed down a bump in your throat as you noticed his tear filled eyes. His cheeks and ears were turning red as he tried his best to not cry, but his glassy slim eyes wouldn’t hold on much longer.

“I-I’m sorry. Whatever it was I did, I’m sorry. P-Please don’t be angry at me” he begs in unstable breaths, the hand on your wrist holding you just a bit tighter than before.

“How? How can I not be mad at you, Jimin?!” you finally snap, your own eyes prickling as you force your wrist away from his grasp and lift your chin up. “I told you! I told you, when we started dating, that I had self-esteem issues! I told you it made no sense in my mind that somebody like you wanted to date somebody like me!” The first tear rolled down your cheek and it killed you to see his own falling down too. “Just go away, Jimin! Go away and be with someone you actually want! Your perfect girlfriend.”

You try to move away, avoid that intense hurt gaze he was staring at you with, but he pins your back to the door using his own body, pressing himself against you and both of his small hands are grabbing your cheeks. He flinches just for a moment under your boiling scrutiny.

“Y/N, please!” he sniffs. “Don’t send me away. I want you, I love you. You are my perfect girlfriend already, please!”

“Liar” you cry out, your own voice cracking now. “You said she was perfect. The girl from yesterday. Quick on her feet, light like a feather and perfect” you finally explained.

“Oh, cupcake…” he exhales, realization hitting him at last. But you don’t let him talk, your anger and hurt screaming to come out.

“You know how hard it was… for me to believe you liked me. How I always thought you would be better off with someone like her instead of me. And now… now that I finally had some confidence in your feelings for me, some confidence in myself for once, you went ahead and said something like that. You said she was perfect, Jimin.”

Your voice sounded pathetic even in your own ears and you felt yourself blush in embarrassment at the admission of your frail mentality. But soon Jimin is kissing your tears away, even with his own cheeks still stained with his, hands soothing your sensitive skin, and whispering apologies and sweet words to you as he did so.

“Sorry… My beautiful Y/N, it’s my fault.” He pressed his forehead against yours and waits until you lift your eyes to his before he explains himself. “I meant she was perfect for the aerial dance. Not that she was perfect to me.”

It takes you a moment to process what he said and he has a knowing smile tugging at his lips when realization hits you. You suddenly feel like the biggest idiot on the world, but also a sense of relief washes over you completely. Getting angry again, but this time for complete different reasons, you hit him on the chest with absolutely no strength.

“You idiot!” you cry. “Why did you say it like that? Why did you not explain it sooner? It hurt me so much!”

His arms wrap around you tightly, making you burry your head on his chest as he kisses your temple lovingly. Your arms go around his waist loosely, still embarrassed at everything.

“I’m sorry, cupcake. It was my fault, I misspoke and didn’t even realize it. I’ll never make a dumb mistake like that again, okay?” he promises against your hair.

“No, I’m sorry… I got angry and instead of trying to talk it out with you, I just shut you out” you admit, knowing damn well you needed to change that. “So much for being your perfect girlfriend, am I right?”

Your last words were muffled against his chest, but he heard them nonetheless. Pulling on your hair just slightly to make you look up at him, he crashes his full soft lips into yours for a loving kiss, full of relief and want and passion. His mouth nibbles at yours until you open up, his expert tongue coming out to make your knees wobbly at the pleasurable sensation it evoked.

Alongside his fresh minty taste, you could taste the salty tears that had spilled from his eyes. You felt so bad for making him cry over a misunderstanding that your arms moved to the back of his neck and pulled him even down further, enticing a moan from the depth of his throat as his hands grasped tightly at the rolls on your sides, to keep him steady. With a last flick of your tongue on his sensitive lips, you part in order to breathe.

“You are perfect, cupcake. No matter what, you are perfect to me” he assured you, hands roaming up and down your back.

“Even with all my insecurities?” you sniffle.

“Yes.” He rubs his nose against yours.

“Even if I’ll always be chubby and can’t say no to chocolates?” you persist, although a bit more cheerfully this time.

He chuckles and pushes your body a bit more strongly against his lean one, a hand on your waist and another moving down to your bum. He presses a chaste kiss against your lips when you gasp at his squeeze.

“Especially if so. Don’t you know how fun it is to hold you?” he smirks that devilish smile at you, that never quite stops taking your breath away or your heart race against your ribcage.

“Hum, maybe you need to remind me” you offer teasingly, pulling a bit on your arms around his neck.

“Whatever my cupcake says” he eagerly agrees, making you giggle as he leans down to kiss you again.

[sweetwritertanya]

Sweet Sunshine

Summary: You decide to go by Hoseok’s dance studio and surprise him with something for his sweet tooth. You weren’t expecting to see him dance with another girl and your jealousy kicks in.

Warnings: SMUT. I was thinking about making it a fluffy angst, but it didn’t feel right for this one. So, there is a bit of fluff at the beginning, but it turns into smut real quick. Beware: erotic body touching and fingering.

Word Count: 2247

You got out the elevator with a big smile on your face, one hand keeping your purse close to you and the other holding a small card box, with two sugary treats inside. On your way from work, you passed by your favorite coffee shop and decided to indulge on both yours and your partner’s sweet tooth.

Something you both shared was your random cravings for something sweet. Other than that, you two were almost complete opposites. Hoseok was very cheerful, very outgoing, active and outspoken. Although you were certainly a very friendly and sunny person, you preferred the quiet of your own home, being a bit more of an introvert, and did not get along with any kind of very straining physical activities.

Not that you didn’t enjoy, every once in a while, dancing with Hoseok. He made it so much fun, it was difficult to even see it as any form of exercise when you were enjoying yourself so much next to him. But your heavy body was definitely not made for large quick movements that involved a lot of lifting of your weight. Having always been bigger than the average girl, you knew your limits.

Your love for pastries didn’t help, but it was not like you were trying to lose weight anyway. You learned to love your body, chubby bits and all, despite what everyone else thought. Even if it was difficult, you did end up realizing nobody was perfect and people who judge other people based on their appearance were not the kind of people you wanted to listen to.

Stopping just a few feet short of your destination, you patted down your dress and arranged your hair a bit. You put a bit more effort when dressing up this morning, already planning on surprising Hoseok at the dance studio after work. You had a summer dress on, cream with yellow sunflowers on it, and a denim jacket on top, simple sneakers on your feet. Dresses were not really your preferred clothing, but Hoseok told you how much he loved seeing you in a dress before, so you were warming up to them.

Taking a deep breath and biting you bottom lip out of silly giddiness, you stepped forward and looked through the rectangular glass on the door, allowing you to see inside the dance studio to make sure Hoseok was inside. He was, but he was not alone.

There seemed to be a small dance crew inside, of about ten people, women and men. All of them were lounging around, apparently on a break, in their workout clothes showing off their good physique. But your eyes fell on the pair that was still dancing.

Hoseok was dancing with a girl, and you couldn’t keep your eyes away from his hands holding her small waist, the way his arms wrapped around her in one of the moves, the suggestive hip movements of her small bum against him. By the end of the choreography, she even dared brushing her nose against Hoseok’s, smiling coyly at him. Relief washed over you as you saw him respectfully step back, going to grab a towel to clean his sweat.

You almost decided to just go home, somehow feeling uncomfortable with the thought of going in when there were so many people inside. You just wanted to see Hoseok, spend a bit of time with him, without anyone else. However, when the girl persisted on chasing Hoseok, placing a hand on his arms as she smiled up at him and talked, you knew you had to do something. Bracing yourself, you turned the handle on the door and walked in.

“Hi, baby. Surprise!” you exclaim shyly as you walk in, waving the card box in front of you when Hoseok turned to see you.

“Sunshine!” He immediately smiled brightly at the sight of you, jumping happily your way, leaving behind the confused female dancer.

You had just placed your purse and the box on the table nearby when he pulled you into his arms, enveloping you in his warmth and strong scent of a mixture of sweat and fresh floral. You were immediately comforted by his actions, hugging him back even though you were blushing a bit since there were so many strangers in the room.

“Hey, Hoseok, we’re leaving now. Thanks for everything!” a man of the crew said, picking up his bag and the others following.

“Sure, no problem at all. Call me anytime” Hoseok responded, letting go of you to address him and wave everyone goodbye as he accompanied them to the door.

As soon as the door closed, he turned hot on his heels and ran back to you, grabbing your round face in his hands and leaning down for a breathtaking kiss, soft lips pressed against yours heavily, every movement sending shivers down your spine. When he came up again, he had a bashful smile and dark eyes staring lovingly at you.

“What a nice surprise, Y/N. And you look so cute today” he compliments, his eyes roaming over your body as he speaks.

“You really think so? Wasn’t… Wasn’t that dancer prettier than me?” you ask hesitantly, avoiding his eyes as you opened the box to reveal the sweet pastries you bought.

Hoseok grabs your hands and pulls you so you face him again, leaning down to look into your eyes as he kisses your knuckles. You’re flushed and he adores it.

“No one is more beautiful than my sweet Y/N. No one compares, no one even comes close” he assures, lips leaving your hands to start pecking every inch of your face, hands settling on your wide hips and soothing the skin there. “You… are… my… only… sunshine” he said between pecks.

You giggle and pull gently on his chest just so he can stop leaving little kisses on your face and look into your sparkling eyes.

“Okay, okay. Sorry I asked. But she was coming on to you and I didn’t like it. At all” you confessed, pouting a bit.

“Is my sunshine jealous?” he asks, a bit too pleased about it, his hands moving to intertwine behind your lower back, pulling you closer together.

“Can you blame me? She was the type of girl you used to like” you remind him, suddenly very focused on your fingers on top of his chest.

“Before I met you, you mean” he clarifies, banging his forehead against yours just hard enough to make you look angrily up at him. It was hard to stay angry when looking at such an angelic face, though. “Because when I met you, that changed. You are the only type of girl I like now.”

“Well, it was such a drastic change… Are you really okay with being with me, Hoseok?” Even though you’re a bit afraid to, you look into his eyes. And see the hurt behind them at your question, making you regret voicing your fears. But before you could apologize for what you said, he was pressing against you and kissing you heavily.

Pushing you against the table with force, his hands were stretched against your back, keeping you as close as possible, while his mouth moved avidly against yours, nibbling at your bottom lip until you parted for him, no hesitation as his tongue came out to taste you, play with you, deep moans spewing out from you at his lustful actions.

“Ho-Hoseok…” you whimper as you take a deep breath, feeling your lungs burning alongside the rest of your body as he kept igniting a fire deep in you.

Unable to keep his lips from you, he was now nibbling at the skin on your neck, grazing his teeth against you and licking with his tongue. He had you a whimpering mess, his hands moving up and down your back, coming down to squeeze your flesh around your hips.

“I have a confession” he whispered roughly against your skin, voice deeper than usual. “I told you I liked seeing you in dresses, and I do, but I had an ulterior motive.”

When his hands start descending from your hips, down to the hem of your skirt, and feeling up the skin under it, you tremble as you realize what he meant. His fingers are dipping at the flesh of your big thighs, running up and down your soft skin as he kept kissing you neck. When he suddenly squeezes your meaty rump, you gasp against his shoulder, like a jolt of electricity just ran through you.

“It’s much better access to my favorite parts” he whispers against your ear, before taking the lobe in between his teeth and licking it softly.

Moaning shamefully, you can’t control your needy instincts anymore and your hips brush against him, just searching for any kind of friction on the throbbing pooling in between your legs. Hoseok groans, fingers digging into your ass so strongly it was bound to leave marks.

Taking advantage of his position, his hands lift your heavy body just long enough for him to place you on top of the table and kissing you hungrily with your legs on each side of his lean hips, your arms coming up to hug his neck. He is tasting every spot of your mouth, sucking softly on your sensitive tongue, as his hands travel from your backside to your thighs, kneading the flesh a bit before one of them move closer to your center and his fingers brush the silky fabric covering you.

“Ah…! Hoseok, someone can come in!” You admonish him, although not strong enough to move away from him as you did so.

“I locked the door” he shares, going back to nibble your protesting lips.

“But, they can still see us” you say, referring to the rectangular glass on the door.

“Let them” was all he said, claiming back your mouth before you could disagree.

His fingers start moving up and down your covered opening and all your can do is hide your embarrassed expression against his shoulder, the pleasure overtaking any concern you might have. He rubs over the soaking fabric for a few moments more, mouth occupied with your neck and now disclosed shoulder, as your jacket had fallen off one of your shoulders down your arm.

When his agile fingers go under your panties, that is when your heavy breaths and low moans transform into loud whimpers and stuttering yelps, his digits quickly finding your aching clit and rubbing merciless against it, making you carve your nails into his shoulders as your head leans back at the sensation. You almost want to hit him when his movements slow down, but forgive him immediately when you feel his hands move ever so slightly down to your clenching entrance, begging for some relief as well.

“I wouldn’t do this for anyone else, sunshine” he says, kissing your blushing cheeks as he searched for your hooded eyes to look at him. “I only want to pleasure you, Y/N. No one else.”

“H-Hoseok, please…” you beg of him, his fingers just drawing lazy circles around your hole instead of filling you up like you wanted.

“Do you understand? How much I want you? How much I love you?” he demands to know.

“Y-Yes. I love you too. Baby, please, please” you found yourself saying, cheek against his shoulder looking up at him through lust-blown eyes, much like his were too.

“Anything for my sweet sunshine” he smirks.

Finally, his fingers dip inside of you and you moan at the incredible pleasure of having him in, your walls clenching around him as if to keep him in place. He takes no time in pumping his digits in and out at a fast steady pace, wiggling them inside every other thrust, hitting a special spot that has your vision go black every time. And then his thumb stretches to rub your clit as he keeps pumping you, the pleasure becoming too much and you feel as you’re about to go over the edge, the tension building up to an excruciating level. His hands move faster and he is kissing and licking down your neck and your vision goes dark as something spills inside you, strong waves of pure pleasure spreading to every part of your body.

Legs shaking, back arching, hands clawing at his shoulders and mouth agape, although no sound comes, he continues pumping his fingers to prolong your high for as long as possible. When your body goes almost numb against his, that’s when he stops his movements.

His clean hand comes up to lift your chin so you look up at him, your skin so flushed you were sure you looked like a cherry. He seemed to admire your expression of bliss for a moment before pressing his lips softly against yours.

“Now, I’m gonna take a very much needed cold shower to calm me down. But then I’m taking you home and showing you what your body does to me and how much I crave for it, every minute of every day. Be ready.”

With that, he steps back from you, licking his dirty fingers clean as he looked at you. You notice the very hard bulge on his sweatpants as he moves away.

“By the way, my sunshine is much sweeter than any other sweet I have ever tasted.” He winks at you and turns towards the showers, leaving you behind, the most embarrassed but flattered you had ever been.

[sweetwritertanya]

Happy Valentine’s Day (Seokjin)

Author’s Note: Hello loves! So, like I said before, I’ll be doing a special Valentine’s Day Series for BTS, one story for each member for the next 7 days. I really hope you’ll like it!

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day and your somewhat recent boyfriend Jin has a surprise for you.

Warnings: SMUT and FLUFF. For Valentine’s Day, all my fic will have a mixture of both, I think. For this first one, be aware of: erotic body touching, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up IRL!), vanilla sex.

Word Count: 3010

Slipping into your jeans and sweater, you hang your uniform back into your locker when a message arrives to your phone. Locking your cubicle, you pull the phone from your bag and smile when you see it’s from your boyfriend.

‘Waiting for you outside. Come meet me at the empty parking lot around the back, love’.

Squealing in joy, you rush outside your work place into the almost empty carpark, where there were only two empty cars and, much to your delight, your boyfriend’s shiny car with him leaning casually against the driver’s door, waiting for you.

Taking your breath away, your eyes widen as you take in Jin’s beauty. Polished black shoes, long legs crossing at the ankles wearing some dark suit trousers, a light blue shirt buttoned up mostly covered by the long dark coat. Hair pulled back away from his forehead, a slick style that enhanced his angelic features. Rosy full lips and some sunglasses hiding his almond brown eyes. He looked so gorgeous you could barely comprehend it.

Of course, you never expected to have a similar effect on him. As soon as Jin heard the footsteps and turned to see you, his words got caught in his throat and his heart skipped a beat. You weren’t wearing anything special, just some dark jeans and dusty pink sweater with a white shirt underneath, dark jacket folded on your arms, black boots with a bit of heel and lose hair framing your round face. But all Jin saw was how scrumptious your big thighs looked in the jeans, the curve of your wide hip, the swell of your breasts even underneath the fabric. And your blushing cheeks and sparkling eyes when you saw him, the kindest smile he had ever seen spreading on your succulent lips.

“Jin! What are you doing here?” you asked in pleasant surprise as you got near.

“Picking my princess up from work” he explained, straightening up and taking his sunglasses, since no one seemed to be around anyway. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

Taking your face in between his hands, Jin leaned down to kiss your lips tenderly, pressing them against yours for a long moment, before retrieving when he yearned for more. This was, after all, a public space and he needed to be careful.

“You didn’t have to, Jinnie. Weren’t you really busy today?” you inquire as he places a large hand against your lower back, gently guiding you to the other side of the car and opening the passenger’s door for you to get in.

“I was very busy, as you’ll see. Now, strap up and we’ll be on our way.”

Putting your seatbelt, you observed as Jin returned to his driver’s seat and started the car, driving through the city’s roads in direction of his house. He asked about your work day as he picked your hand in his every once in a while, thumb rubbing lovingly your skin subconsciously. You stayed the whole trip on your side, facing him and taking in the beautiful man you still could not believe you were with.

As soon as you entered into the house, the delicious smell of your favorite food hang in the air and you could feel your mouth salivating. Walking into the kitchen, where the smell was originating from, you saw the dining table set with two sets for two people and a bouquet of beautiful pink roses on the center of the table.

“Made your favorite for dinner. Go ahead and take a seat” Jin told you from behind, placing two hands on your shoulders and leaning down to drop a kiss on your cheek.

“Oh, Jin, you’re so sweet. Let me go and change into something more pretty and I’ll be right back” you told him, starting to go towards his bedroom, where you already had a few of your clothes in his closet.

“Wait, wait” he called you back, pulling at your hand slightly. “The food will get cold, plus you already look great, I love this color on you” he assured you, guiding you to a chair.

“You’re too good for me, Jinnie” you sigh, a bit saddened by the truth behind your words. You really had no idea how he could like someone like you so much.

“I disagree. Now, let’s eat!”

Excited, you both dug in to the lovely food Jin had made, savoring each bite as it deserved. He truly did his best, the meal was delicious. You had no idea what to expect, this was your first Valentine’s Day together, but you knew Jin could never disappoint. He could have preferred to just have a lazy day in front of the television, cuddled up in pajamas, and you would have loved it the same.

After a much appreciated dessert, Jin allowed you to go and take a quick bath, rinsing off the day of work, and even brought your clothes for you. Only when you dried off and saw what he brought, did you realize he picked his favorite set of underwear on you, alongside a silk robe instead of night wear. Which made your heart race and blood rush to your face at the thought of what he had in store. Intimacy was still fairly new between the two of you.

Carefully making your way through his house to his bedroom, you opened the door and gasped. The king-sized bed was covered in red petals, the floor around it decorated with them as well, leaving a sweet floral scent hanging in the air. More, Jin was just finishing lighting the dozen of candles that were the only light source in the room, yellow and orange flickering against the walls.

“Jin…” you whispered overwhelmed, two hands covering your mouth and eyes starting to water.

“Oh, you finished already? Sorry, I was just… Hey, Y/N, what’s wrong?” Seeing your glistening eyes, Jin dropped what he was doing and rushed to stand in front of you with a concerned face, eyes scanning for any signs of you hurting. “Did… Did I do something wrong?”

Immediately you shake your head, the first tear rolling down to you hand.

“Not at all. I just… I never had someone treat me this nicely before. I’m so happy” you explain, remembering all the Valentine’s Days you spent either alone or with someone who didn’t appreciate you.

“Oh, Y/N, you deserve nothing short of being treated like a princess” Jin determines, kissing your temple as he envelops you in his arms. You lay your head on his broad shoulder, trying to pull yourself together again. “I’m sorry if it seems I’m expecting something to happen, love. We don’t have to do anything if-”

“I want to” you interrupt him, leaning your head back to cradle his handsome face in your hands, smiling affectionately up at him. “Of course I want to, silly. I love you, Jin.”

It was the first time you said those words to him, although there was no doubt in your mind he already knew it, if only by the way you looked at him. Eyes widening at first, you saw Jin break into the happiest grin, white teeth peeking through his pink smiling lips.

“I love you too, princess. So much” he reciprocated and you felt like fireworks were igniting in your brain, a rush of joy making you tremble inside.

You’re not sure if it was you or him that leaned in first, but lips joined passionately together, rhythmic motions as mouths pressed to one another. His arms were around your back, keeping your supple form against him, as your arms made their way around his neck and shoulders, pulling him down to deepen the kiss.

At the first opening of your mouth, Jin slipped his tongue past your parted lips and you sighed with pleasure at the feeling. He tasted like sweet and mint, tongue delving into your mouth like you tasted of candy. Lips still connected, you were pulled as he started walking backwards towards the bed. Beneath your bare feet, you felt the delicate petals he had spread around and the thought of him preparing all of this for you made you kiss him passionately, tongue swirling and breathtaking. He moaned into your mouth and you adored it.

His soft lips left yours only to attach themselves to the skin of your neck, leaving hungry wet kisses up and down from your ear to the base of your throat. Lowering you down to the bed, Jin’s hands started exploring your expansive body, feeling down your curvy sides all the way down to your pillowy thighs. He squeezed them in his large hands at the same time he sucked a sensitive spot on your neck and you whimpered, arching your back off the bed at the feeling.

One of his hands found the end of the silky belt that was keeping your robe close and pulled on it, effortlessly undoing the knot and opening the fabric to see the skin underneath. Hoovering over you in his knees, you flushed as Jin took a moment to appreciate your voluptuous body, eyes going dark and tongue coming out to lick his full lips.

“God, I love this set on you” he said in a deep raspy voice. “You fill it out so well, almost spilling out from it… You’re so sexy, love.”

“Do… Do you really think so?” you couldn’t help but asked, still astonished that he saw you that way.

“God, yes!...” he immediately grunted back, leaning down to start leaving deep kisses on the valley of your breasts, hands covering them above the cups and squeezing.

“Ah, Jin!” you wail, fingers running up and down his muscular arms, nails probably leaving red marks you couldn’t see since you closed your eyes at the pleasure of his ministrations.

Teasing you above the fabric, Jin sucked and licked on the exposed skin of your chest, while his fingers played over the cups, leaving you in an uncomfortable state of need. Just as you were about to complain, one of his hands sneaked into you back and undid the hooks of the bra, slowly pulling it down your soft body and leaving your torso bare.

Jin took no time to taste one of your erect nubs, making you gasp and moan at the same time, as his hand twisted and brushed the other one. You grabbed him by the nape of his hair, making him hum in appreciation as his tongue circles your nipple.

Feeling your need and impatience growing, Jin moved down from your delectable breasts to your squishy stomach, leaving open-mouthed kisses on there as well, hands squeezing the flesh and enjoying the way the skin dipped around his fingers. One small swipe of his tongue around your navel made you squirm and giggle underneath him, something that made him smile proudly against your skin.

Resuming his pace, Jin moved his head to kiss your incredible bountiful thighs, loving to suck on the soft skin there and hearing your lovely moans as he did so. But he too was growing impatient, the bulge on his pants becoming increasingly more unbearable. So he hooked his index fingers on each side of your panties and slowly pulled them down your legs, throwing them somewhere.

You automatically closed your legs, still a bit embarrassed, but Jin started to leave sweet pecks up your calves, longer kisses on your knees and the sides of your thigh. You felt yourself relax, but still closing your legs.

“Jin? You’re too dressed up” you told him.

“Huh?” Looking down, it was like only then did he realize he was still fully clothed. “Oh, right.”

You watched while biting your bottom lip and flushing a deeper shade of red as he stripped on the side of the bed. First, his shirt revealing his muscular frame underneath, his strong arms and masculine back that made your stomach turn. Then his trousers, long bare soft legs that you envied. At last, even his boxer-briefs were removed, and your insides clenched at the sight of his length standing up against his lower stomach, growing red and throbbing for attention.

Resuming his position, on his knees in front of your closed legs, you saw him kiss your skin once more, heating you up again, and you couldn’t help but notice in awe his pink cheeks, amazed you could have even the smallest portion of the same effect on him that he had on you.

“Open up for me, princess” he asked, eyes daring up to stare into yours, veiled with pure lust that made you swallow dry.

Conceding his request, you parted your legs and he continued the soft kisses up until he reached your inner thigh. You felt his breath against your heated core and shuddered. You were drenching and aching for him.

Hands circling your legs and pinning your hips down, Jin moved to leave a small peck at the top of your folds, and you hissed, not jumping at the contact only because of his strong hold on you. A second and third kiss followed, and soon he was licking at the softness of your core, tongue moving up and down and swirling desperately around the throbbing pearl that made you scream out his name.

Body too hot for comfort, muscles tensed up and a coil pulling achingly inside your womb, all you could do was hold on to Jin’s hands that were keeping you down and his hair, ruining his hairdo in the process. You were moaning and crying out at the sensations his mouth was putting you through. His tongue plunged inside you entrance and licked your walls from within at the same time his nose pressed against your over-sensitive clit and something snapped, a barrier burst down from your womb and you arched your back as a raspy scream of pleasure escaped your open lips and your legs convulsed on either side of Jin’s face, waves of arousal coursing down your spine and leaving you limp.

Jin guided your through your high, taking every single drop, for you tasted like a sweet nectar to him. Incredibly pleased with himself, he allowed you time to recover as he kissed up your body again, hands only brushing your skin softly, not squeezing nor demanding. When you recovered your strengths and opened your eyes, he was kissing your neck lovingly, nude body pressing against yours keeping you warm.

He kissed your lips deeply, fervently, and you could only do the same, opening your arms around his back and squeezing your legs around his waist, arching your back so your bodies were as close as possible.  You gasped at the friction of his member against your still sensitive core, the lustful hunger for him coming back full force all at once.

“Ready, princess?” he whispered against your ear, lining himself up to your entrance.

“Yes, Jin, please” you murmur back, a tightness in your lower abdomen demanding release.

Leaning his head back to see your face, Jin slowly slides into you until he is fully sheathed inside, stretching your eager walls delectably and you feel complete. Your breathing freezes and your skin grows warmer as you both keep locking eyes, Jin’s lips parted slightly at the feeling of finally being inside of you. Your damp warmth surrounds him and your walls throb as if massaging his rigid shaft, taking all of Jin’s strength to not loose himself in the feeling.

Slowly, keeping eyes locked with you, Jin pulls almost all the way out and slam backs in, your breath getting stuck in your throat at how good it feels. He reaches so deep, rubbing against the most intimate and stimulating part of you. His face is so close your lips were mere inches from one another, and at any painfully slow stroke of Jin’s pelvis they could brush against one another.

The intimacy and love of this moment gets you that much close to the edge, and at every movement of his hips you worry you won’t hang on for much longer. Jin is feeling the same, the look on your face each time he plunges back in as deep as he can, the pleasure behind your half closed eyes at his motions, it has him almost losing control.

He could have picked up the pace, but he didn’t have to. On just a few more strong but slow thrusts, he presses the head of his cock against your pad of nerves just right and you shatter beneath him.  

Another squealing escapes you as the tightness on your stomach suddenly unfurls, legs convulsing around him and hands clawing at his back until liquid head spreads through your body and dissolves your tense muscles into untainted pleasure as you feel like your bones are melting and gusts of ecstasy sweep through every inch of you.  

Feeling your walls fluttering around him, warm fluids clothing him inside, Jin only needs three more rapid plunges into your pulsating core to have his nerves exploding and stomach brutally sinking as his shaft twitches inside and releases his hot seed into you.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head at such intense pleasure and blood his cursing loudly against his veins making it hard to hear, but when he comes back down to reality he hears himself whispering his love for you.

“Love you, Y/N. Love you, my princess, my all… Love you” he was saying without realizing.

Still very much dazed from your own strong orgasm, all you have the strength to do is pull him the few inches in between your faces and shut him up with a kiss, sweaty bodies clinging together and still joined at the groin. You have never felt better in your whole life.

“I love you, Jin. Happy Valentine’s Day” you whisper back to him as you both roll to your sides, your eyes wanting to close with sleep.

Jin kissed your forehead before responding and holding you tightly against his chest.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

[sweetwritertanya]

Distractions At The Library (Part 2)

Summary: You and Namjoon are at the library getting the books back in their places when things get a lot more steamy and intimate than you ever imagined.

Warnings: SMUT! Lots of it! In this one there is: swearing, erotic body touching, handjobs, fingering, unprotected sex (be smarter IRL) and semi-public sex! Read only if comfortable with these.

Word Count: 2348

The last two books you had to put back in the correct place were actually from an old and barely used part of the library, and you were even having difficulty remembering exactly where you pulled them out from. Looking closely at the reference on the side of the book’s cover, you frown and bite your bottom lip as you looked around for where that one belonged.

- I’m pretty sure I got it from around here somewhere – you whisper lowly to Namjoon, who was still following you through the corridors of bookcases. – Ah, I think it was here!

You put the last two books on the shelve and turn happily to your boyfriend, glad you could now go back to your table, pick your things up and spend some time with the one you’ve been missing the most these last few weeks. However, you were caught completely off guard when Namjoon’s long body crashed into yours, arms circling your waist and pushing you against the book shelf behind you.

- I have a problem, Y/N. I think I need your help – he murmurs against the skin of your neck, where he was hiding his face.

- What is it? Are you feeling ill? Is it the cold? – you ask, confused but mostly worried he might be getting sick because of the cold weather this winter.

- Not quite.

In order to clarify without spelling it out loud, his hands move down to you lower back and wide hip in order to pull you closer to him, the unmistakable feeling of a hard bulge rubbing against your stomach and actually making him hiss at the friction.

- J-Joon! We’re in a library! – you admonish in a low tone, trying to keep your voice from echoing in the silent building.

- Then why were you trying to seduce me? – he accuses, his soft lips starting to leave small kisses on the skin of your neck as his hands start rubbing the malleable skin at your plushy hips.

- I was not! – you rebutted immediately.

And you weren’t, not on purpose. But as Namjoon followed you through the hallways of the library, he couldn’t help but notice the hypnotizing sway of your hips, the delicious jiggle of your thighs underneath the stretched tights you were wearing, the roundness of your ass just begging for his hands to squeeze it. And, when you were putting a book back in its place on a higher shelf, instead of asking him for help, since he could easily reach it, you balanced on your tippy toes and pressed your lush body against the shelf, full breasts particularly squished against it leaving him salivating.

Before he could stop himself, he envisioned how easy it would be to pull you tights down, dress up, and have his way with you. How warm and soft and slick you would be for him, the delectable sounds you could make and the lustful look on your face as he kept fucking you to oblivion like he did before… Too late to prevent it, his groin stirred at the mere thoughts and, fueled by the fact he hadn’t seen you in weeks, turned into a rock hard boner, very much evident inside his pants.

- I can’t go out like this, baby. Everyone will notice and, worst, they may recognize me. Help me out, honey – he begged of you, arms tightening against your warm flesh and hips rubbing himself against you in hope to relieve some of the ache.

- How? We are in a library, Joon – you repeated, unsure if he wasn’t aware of the public space.

- The library is pretty much empty. And this is a very secluded section, we’d just have to be quiet – he proposed, lifting his head from your neck and allowing you to see the red cheeks and thin lust blown eyes staring back at you, glossy.

Despite yourself, you felt a throb inside your womb and heat started to fill you. Namjoon had a way to make you aching for him before he even did anything to you and your body, just a lewd exchanged of looks left you wet and needy if you were honest. Not that you would ever tell him.

- It’s too dangerous. I don’t think…

Your sentence was cut short by his demanding mouth moving violently against yours, swallowing the words he didn’t want to hear. Catching between his teeth your bottom lip, the one you so seductively had been biting on before, he nibbled and sucked on it, inviting a slight pleasurable gasp from you at the pleasure/pain feeling. Grasping the back of your head to keep you in place and sliding his free hand under your dress, Namjoon kissed you passionately and deeply, tongue curling around yours as he pulled the tights down and started to massage the pillowy flesh of your big stomach.

- Jonnie…! – you all but moan against his ear when his hand descends from your belly and starts rubbing your covered core.

He is hotly licking at your ear and kissing your jawline and neck as his fingers tease you, moving slow circles around the swollen nub your silk underwear was hiding. No longer having any intention of stopping him, you look around just to make sure no one is really nearby, and start unzipping his pants. He grunts and his fingers pick up pace, making you shudder before you can pull the constricting boxers down.

His rigid lance springs out of the cotton fabric and rests against his lower stomach, thick and throbbing, the red crown moist and begging for attention. You remove the beanie and the scarf Namjoon was still wearing, dropping them to the ground, and pull at his hair while leaving wet kisses on his neck. Your free hand wraps around his length, hips already stuttering against your palm automatically. You squeeze him tight from the bottom and start a slow pumping motion, thumb rounding the slit at his top every other time.

- Oh, fuck! – he curses under his breath, resting his forehead on your shoulder as your hand keeps stroking him. – Baby, f-fuck… I can’t- ahh, shit…

As if in some kind of retaliation, Namjoon sneaks his fingers past the waistband of your panties and palmed your womanhood roughly, sliding a finger in and moving his hand so his palm was rubbing your clit at the same time his finger was sliding in and out your tight entrance. Your fist around his shaft freezes for a moment at the sudden but relieving intrusion, squeezing him even tighter before resuming the pace as best you could.

You actually had to bite down Namjoon’s covered shoulder in order to not moan loudly, trying to always keep in mind the place you were in. He was trying his best to keep his groans to minimum too, resorting to kiss every available expanse of skin he had of yours to keep the sounds from escaping him.

- J-Joon… Oh, Jonnie, please – you exhale breathily as the hand that was tugging his hair claws at his shoulder, trying to keep you in place as your head falls back at the wave of pleasure cursing through you.

- Want more, babe? – he asks you through heavy eye lids, voice a lot deeper than usual and breathing heavily.

- Yes. Yes, please – you say without even realizing.

- Oh, thank God – he sighs.

With that, he retrieves his fingers, much to your frustration, removed your hand from his member and turned you around, face to the book shelf. Understanding dawn on you when he pulls your underwear and tights to your knees. You blushed heavily to think you were actually doing this in the library. But your mind was way too far gone to stop it now.

Wasting no time, Namjoon buried himself deep into your aching and dripping entrance, stretching you fully and you had to use the back of your hand to keep a wail from down your throat to echo and grab someone’s attention.

- You feel so good, baby, so good – Namjoon whispers, allowing himself a moment to enjoy the feeling of you clenched around him, how soft and warm you were.

He then pulls back almost all the way and slams back in, the erotic sounds of his motions both worrying and exciting you. You were now biting at your index fingers, trying so hard not to let out any sound, even as some small squeals were impossible to contain.

One of your hands was gripping harshly the bookshelf in front of you, your knuckles white at the force you were making. Your hips were bucking back against his pelvis out of their own volition, meeting his thrusts halfway and bringing him to depths you that had your knees rattling and the knot inside your womb dangerously close to burst. Namjoon was in absolute heaven, his mind going blank except for the ignited wild fire in the pit of his stomach building up with every thrust, his manhood pulsing at every clenching of your inner walls around him, driving him mad.

That’s when you hear footsteps.

- N-Namjoon, someone’s coming! – you warn in a very low whisper, raising your torso so that your back is against his chest.

Misreading your intentions, Namjoon wraps his arms around you, one grasping your soft stomach and the other squeezing your covered breast, continuing pumping into you.

- I am close to cum, baby, so close – he murmurs against your neck.

- No, I mean someone else is coming here! – you explain, your hands trying to still his hips behind you.

Stopping any movement, Namjoon hears the footsteps too. But his reaction is not what you expected.

- Remember, don’t make a sound – he hums lowly to your right ear.

- W-What?

And he glides his length out and back in, the lust that was kept on pause due to the situation reigniting full force as he squeezes your chest and plummets rapidly against you. You bring both of your hands to your open mouth, silencing the moans that you just couldn’t control, face so hot it was becoming numb. You could still hear the footsteps as Namjoon rubbed your inner walls delectably, and you knew for sure that if you two were caught, it would be the most embarrassing moment of your life. But if you weren’t, it would be the most thrilling.

Relieved when the footsteps started to go back, each step sounding farther away, you dropped your hands from your lips. That was a mistake, as a squeal escaped you when the hand Namjoon had holding your stomach moved down and started rubbing your clit viciously, his pelvis slamming more frenziedly against you as he was getting closer to his own release.

Unable to contain it anymore, you burst into pure pleasure, with your walls clamping around Namjoon and sucking him, leading to his own milking as he climaxed inside. A thankfully silent scream had your lips open in ultimate bliss, languid relief washing all over your body, toes curling and legs convulsing. Namjoon gritted his teeth and kept his jaw tensely shut to keep from grunting loud, body jolting and burning as his cock twitched inside of you, releasing a flood of his essence into you in a pleasure so intense it almost hurt.

Both breathing heavily and a thin layer of sweat on your skins, Namjoon kisses up your neck and grabs your face so you turn your lips to him, kissing you deeply but lazily, a kiss filled with love but also gratification, no lustful urgency behind the united mouths anymore.

- That was… amazing – he says with a big dimple smile as he looks lovingly at you.

You move away from him and turn to him with crossed arms and frowned eyebrows.

- And dangerous! Incredibly dangerous, Namjoon! We could have been caught – you reprove in a loud whisper.

He chuckles and pecks at your angry lips, hands reaching down to pull your underwear and tights back up your moist legs. He then rearranges your dress as he speaks.

- But we weren’t. And I know for a fact how much you liked it – he teases as he focuses on his own clothes, closing his pants and smoothing his sweater. He then grabs his scarf and beanie from the floor, putting them back on the best he could to keep his face hidden.

- That’s…! Because you…! – You found yourself tongue tied and blushing again at that, for if you were honest, that was one the best orgasms you have had. – No matter, we’re not doing this again, Namjoon. Next time I’ll leave you and your boner behind, hear me?

You were about to leave with determined strikes back to your table, but Namjoon grabs your wrist and pulls you close to him.

- Okay, okay. I don’t really intend on it happening again, it was a spur of the moment thing, babe – he explains. – How about we go home so I can prepare you a nice and warm bath? I’ll even have your favorite meal ready afterwards.

You raise your eyebrows skeptically.

- You, cooking? I like my kitchen better when it’s not on fire – you josh him, a small smile tugging on your lips.

- Rude – he accuses, although by the way the bottom of his small eyes were curving up, he was smiling underneath his high scarf too. – I was thinking about ordering the food, actually.

- That does sound wonderful, actually – you concede.

Big hands raising up to cup your face, Namjoon looks deeply into your eyes, a vulnerability behind the words he whispers to you.

- I love you, Y/N.

You smile brightly back.

- I love you too, Jonnie. C’mon, let’s go home.

You grab his hand and start pulling him through the hallways again, eager to get your things and spend the rest of your day with this devoted man. And, who knows, maybe you would even get to spend the rest of your life with him.

[sweetwritertanya]

All About You

Summary: You had a bad day yesterday, but things gets better when you wake up next to Jimin, with your boyfriend determined to make you know how loved you are.

Warnings: SMUT. Mixed with a bit of fluff, cause I can’t seem to write it any other way. Here’s what to expect: swearing (just a bit), praise kink, erotic body touching, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (please be smart IRL).

Requested: YES! A sweet anon requested something with lots of praises from Jimin as a sequel to Perfect to Me, but I made it a one-shot instead. Hope you like it!

Word Count: 2678

You wake up with soft butterfly kisses on the back of your shoulders, a warm hand rubbing circles on your arm. Opening your eyes, there’s a bit of clarity coming in through the window, enough to make you squint your eyes. The pecks move to your neck and you smile, realizing who was lying behind you, warming you up this cold morning.

“When did you get here?” you ask drowsily, rotating in place to turn to him.

“Morning, kitten. Late last night. You were already asleep” he explained, his plump rosy lips pressing lovingly into yours in a good morning kiss.

You smile and look adoringly at him. Jimin’s hair was ruffled from sleep, his brown eyes just small slits since he too couldn’t open them too much just yet, his left cheek rosier than the right one for sleeping on that side for too long. Even when you saw him on stage, with all the makeup and so handsome on those stylist suits, you preferred him exactly like this.

“Good morning, Chim Chim. I’m glad you came over” you tell him, embracing him tightly as you hide your face in the space between his neck and shoulder, placing a soft kiss on the showing skin there. Your soft fluffy body presses into his lean muscular one, searching for his warmth.

“What happened yesterday? Why were you sad?” he questions as he wraps his arms around you too, melting into your hug easily.

“How do you know something happened?” You are confused, for you never told him nothing about it. Noticing your frowned eyebrows, Jimin kisses your forehead, just above the lines your frown has created.

“I could tell by the few text messages you sent me. You sounded off” he tells you.

“Well… You’re right.” You sigh heavily, remembering the awful day you had. Leaning back a bit so he can see your face as you talk, Jimin places a soft hand on your chubby cheek and rubs the skin soothingly, trying to appease you as you spoke. “My boss yelled at me. Many times. I don’t blame him, I made so many mistakes yesterday… I felt incredibly useless” you admit, not really able to look at Jimin in the eyes.

“Y/N, you’ve been there for two weeks, it’s normal to make mistakes” he tries to console you.

“I feel like I should know better by now. I’m terrified he’ll fire me because I made so many errors…” you bite your lips, the anxiety you had the day before bubbling back up.

“Hey, kitten. Hey, look at me” Jimin forces you to stare back into his serious eyes. “You are doing your best, and that is all they could ask for. Don’t stress too much over it, okay my love?”

“Oh, Jimin…” You feel bad for worrying him when he already has so many things on his plate. “Don’t you worry about me, I’ll be fine. It was just a bad day, I know. Sorry to bother you with my problems, Chim.”

“Your problems are my problems ever since you agreed to be my girlfriend, kitten. And you could never, ever, bother me at all” he assures you, with a kind and warm smile covering his eyes into half-moons, shinning even through the small space. It makes you smile back and your heart swell with love. “In fact…”

The one thing that never ceased to amaze you with Jimin, was his duality. He was the kindest, most caring and attentive boyfriend you could ever ask for, but his innocent sweet smiles and gestures could turn mischievous and suggestive in the blink of an eye. One moment, you were laying side by side, in a comfortable innocent hug and loving smiles, the other he was pinning you to the mattress, hovering above you with dark naughty eyes, hands on your wrists and licking his lips slowly.

“You may need a bit of a reminder about how good of a girl you are, yeah?”

Even if you could come up with a response to that, it would go to waste for his mouth was on yours before you took your next breath, supple moist lips pressing hard against yours. Letting go of your wrists in favor of feeling up and down the pudgy sides of your frame, all the way from your large thighs up to beneath your squishy arms, it allowed you to lift your hands and cradle his face, a gesture you often made to show him how precious he was to you.

Nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip, you allowed him to deepen the kiss as you parted your mouth. His warm slippery tongue played with yours sensually as his hands moved to your back, certainly crushing his lower arms under your weight but you couldn’t care.

Grazing teeth and swirling tongues separated with the need of oxygen, but only for him to move down and start kissing down your neck, retrieving his hands from your back and kneading at your wide hips. The morning didn’t seem so cold now, with the air around you two becoming warmer and your skin starting to ignite on fire at every single one of his touches.

“My kitten always feels so good” Jimin murmurs against your skin, lips pressing hard against your shoulder, hands finding the hem of your pajama’s top and sneaking under it. “Always such soft skin and warmth awaiting me, it drives me mad” he continues, his usually high pitched voice in an unnatural lower range for him.

“Jimin, you-” He interrupts with another breathtaking kiss against your lips, tongue sliding across the underside of yours as he leans back, making you shiver. He is all red swollen lips and lust-blown eyes staring intensely back into yours.

“Don’t speak, love. This is going to be all about you” he promises, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he lowers his head and starts nipping at the flesh covering your collarbone.

You blush heavily, just the thought of being his entire focus making you squirm and an uncomfortable wetness pools at your hot center. When his hands start undoing the buttons of your shirt, yours sneak under the hoodie he slept in, brushing the sides of him and descending down his chest, into his abs. But he catches your hands before they go further, pinning them down to the mattress as his head dips down between your breasts. You usually slept without a bra, and today was no exception.

“Y/N, you’re so beautiful…” he groans, sucking on your skin. His nose rubs the underside of your breast, a sensitive area that rarely got touched and that made you tremble slightly. “Have I ever told you how much I like your boobs? How they feel on my hands, especially.”

To prove a point, he lets go of your wrists to grab them and squeeze them firmly, feeling their weight on his hands, making you arch into his sudden touch. Smugly, he hovers down to lick one nipple, just dampening it slightly, and blowing cold air into it after. You release an exasperated huff and hit him slightly on the arm, making him chuckle.

“Sorry, kitten. I just like to see them perk up under my actions. And they’re such a lovely color too, I could stare for hours” he says as his fingers start rubbing and pinching both of your nipples, making you gasp and moan loudly.

Lips wrapping around one bud as the other is toyed with by his fingers, Jimin has you whimpering and writhing beneath him in no time, a coil on your stomach forming and demanding attention. You pull slightly at his hair, which makes him shudder, and in retaliation he grazes his teeth over your sensitive nipple, almost biting it. You moan heavily, legs rubbing together.

“Is someone growing impatient?” he teases, as his head moves down to start kissing at your fluffy stomach.

“Yes…” you whisper, not really bothering to hide it.

He giggles and you see him pull himself back up so he is face to face with you. Eyes still filled with lust and want, but the purest loving smile on his lips.

“Always so honest, my sweet kitten. One of the reasons I love you so much.”

You chuckle a bit too, momentarily forgetting the aching throb between your legs to pull him down for a slow deep kiss, the kind that never failed to melt your bones. But when his hand goes past the top of your pants, pressing directly against the skin of your bulgy thighs, the kiss grows hungrier and needier. Soon, his hand is on your soft inner thigh and his thumb is running up and down your damp panties, your whole body shivering under him.

He pulls back from the kiss to kneel beside you, eyes glancing back into yours as he slowly pulls down your pajama pants and, with them, your panties also. Leaving you completely bare in front of him. He licks his lips, hands sliding up the side of your legs and positioning himself in between them, so you open your burning center to him.

“So, so pretty…” he whispers, this time more to himself than to you. “I wanna taste you, kitten. Let me?” He stares at your eyes and all you can do is close them and nod your head, your sex growing wetter just from the suggestion.

Kissing up from your bent knees, Jimin reaches your middle way too slowly for your liking. Your hips jump up from the mattress at the first kiss of his lips against you, making him have to pull you down and have both hands squeezing your hips to keep you steady. He leaves small pecks up and down you folds, before using his expert tongue to part them. Breathy moans and whimpers escape you, your back arching and head falling back at every stroke of his wet member against the most sensible bundle of nerves on your body.

Clawing the sheets, you try to quiet down as he becomes more relentless, more hungry, more demanding, kissing your silky womb so deeply that his teeth brush against you.

“Don’t hold back” he demands, coming up from between your legs to look at you, mouth glistening with your juices already. “You make the prettiest sounds, kitten. I want to hear all of them.”

The sight alone pulled at the knot inside your stomach, but when he delved back in, tongue entering your pulsating hole, swirling around the deepest it could go and rubbing at your inner walls, as the same time his nose rubbed against your clit, you truly came undone. You moaned in high pitch as your legs pressed against his head, hips convulsing around him and fluids gushing out for him to drink.

Feeling all your muscles relaxing and your skin flushing with such pleasurable release, you breathe deeply and try to regain coherent thoughts. Jimin is kissing up your body, small pecks and lingering lips up your stomach, your chest, your shoulders and neck until he is inches away from your lips.

“You always taste so good, my love. I could eat you up forever and be satisfied” he says, brushing a few hairs out of your blushing face. He kisses you then, his unique taste mixed with yours. Lips moving against each other, sucking and nipping, you feel him rubbing slightly against you thigh, hard and throbbing underneath his pants. Your inner walls twitch with a renewed longing.

“Do you think you can go again?” Jimin asks against your lips, hands squeezing your love handles. “Think you can make those beautiful noises again for me? Let me see your pretty face as I pleasure you again, my perfect kitten?”

“Yes, Jimin. Yes, please” you breath out shakily, already aching for him again.

Not needing further incentive, Jimin pulls away from your embrace just so he can discard of his clothes, coming back into view as naked as you were. Your hunger only increases at the sight of his thick and pulsating shaft, already leaking from the absolute need to be inside of you.

Legs opening as he positions himself on top of you, he kisses your lips once more at the same time he pushes in, the feel of him finally inside and reaching places his tongue couldn’t already making you moan into his mouth. But he his groaning too, slowly pulling almost all the way out before pulling back in.

“Ah… Y/N! Oh, kitten, you always feel so good around me. So impossibly soft and snug! Ah…”

His thrusts pick up speed, his dancer hips falling into a quick but steady rhythm easily, one that drives you mad with how tight your abdomen feels, how hot your skin becomes from the inside out. You are holding on to his forearms as he grabs your fleshy sides, skin glistening with small drops of sweat that just make him that much more ethereal.

You are taken by surprise when he stills his hips, hands going to your back and pulling you up to a sitting position, with you still attached to his lap as he is now on his knees. Face to face, chest to chest, eyes set on each other, hot breaths mixing together, you raise your hips as he lowers his, only to crash back together in the middle, enticing deep throaty moans from both of you.

His eyes never leave your face as yours never leave his, your hips thrusting against each other and bringing you both closer and closer to the edge. At each descent of your heavy hips, your bud of nerves brushes against his skin and you know you won’t last much longer, still sensitive from your previous climax. But by the way his hands are gripping tightly your love handles and your rump, hips moving more erratically and breathing getting heavier, neither will him.

One particularly deep thrust has him rubbing exactly where he needed deep inside you and you gasp and scream as you convulse around him, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you see explosions behind your eyelids, legs shaking and back arching into him as your hands hold on to his shoulders for dear life.

“Oh, fuck, you look so sexy like that…! Kitten, I can’t… I can’t!”

And before he could even try to finish his sentence, he is holding you tight against him as he buries himself deep inside you, warm spurts of his fluids spilling inside you as he grits his teeth and his body jolts slightly against yours.

Completely tired and spent, you both fall to your sides, bodies still mangled together in a constricted embrace, neither willing to let go of the other just yet. Feeling absolutely stress and doubt free, you smile against the skin of his shoulder.

“I love you, Jimin” you whisper in the quiet room.

“I love you too, kitten” he rubs his nose against the temple of your head, too lazy to try and reach for your lips to kiss them. “That was the whole point. Was I not clear enough about it?”

His own self-doubt actually makes you laugh, the notion of him thinking he didn’t make you feel loved enough after what he just did being so utterly absurd to you.

“I heard you loud and clear” you guaranteed him.

“You better. Or I’ll have to do it all over again” he threatens.

“No, next time it’s my turn to show you” you decide, hugging him tighter. You feel him smile against your hairline.

“Oh? I like the sound of that” he admits.

“You would. I know how much you love praises” you tell him.

“The best ones come from you. And I never get tired of complimenting you in return, love.”

Sighing happily, you both stay in bed for a while longer, enjoying the day off to keep each other company and demonstrating your love for one another in the simplest of ways. With small loving gestures and kind flattering words.

[sweetwritertanya]

Opinion Request

So, I'm not sure anyone will reply to this, but I wanted to know your opinion on a story I'm working on. It will be like a 3 or 5 part series on here and I was going to make it with an original character of my own. But would you prefer it to be a BTS fanfic? And if so what member? Or would you be okay with an oc? All opinions would be welcomed. Thanks in advance to anyone who sees this 💕

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I'd definitely not have passed my piano exams if he was my professor 🤩💜

Piano Professor

Summary: You have a big crush on professor Yoongi, your piano teacher. On the last day of his class, there is a practical exam but it turns out it wasn’t the exam you weren’t ready for.

Warnings: None! This is just fluff!

Requested: YES! A lovely anon requested this some time ago. I am so sorry it took me a while to write it! Life has been a bit complicated recently, I’m really sorry! Hope you enjoy it.

Word Count: 2863

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