#domestic!bts

[sailoryooons]

Maybe suga x reader where they watch a scary movie together. One of them is scared and the other pretends to be scared, I don’t care who 😊 just a cute fluffy mess. Friends to crushes, they can confess or not (whatever you want to do) but I just wanna giggle and kick my feet LOL 🥺

☾ Pairing: Yoongi x gn reader 

☾ Summary: Yoongi hates scary movies. He’ll never tell you that of course, content to suffer through your October scary movie marathon if it means getting to snuggle up to you on the couch. 

☾ Word Count: 1,254

☾ Genre: Humor, Fluff, Mutual Crushes

☾ Rating: SFW 

☾ Warnings: Mentions of being afraid of movies/clowns, Yoongi has Trauma from IT lmao, mentions of movie deaths, unconfessed feelings, a little bit of pining, really nothing else 0 this is short and sweet. 

☾ Published: Sunday, September 15 2024

☾ A/N: I actually love the idea of Yoongi who is afraid of scary movies but watches them because it makes reader happy :) I hope you enjoy it!! 

☾ A/N 2: There are no gendered terms or references to this reader, so I have labeled it as general neutral for the purposes of this fic. 

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Yoongi has never liked scary movies. He remembers the first time he saw one, having snuck into the living room when his older brother wasn’t watching to curl in the armchair, eyes fixated on the screen. He remembers the way his fear became deep rooted, eyes wide as a killer clown murdered everyone in Derry, dragging them down to the sewers.

He’s hated scary movies since then - especially ones with clowns. 

Yet he can’t help but let you drag him into your annual month-long marathon of Halloween movies. Some of them aren’t so bad - your marathoning isn’t exclusive to things that terrify him and keep him staring up at the ceiling at night with the bathroom door open and lights on. Like Hocus Pocus - that was a great film and he’d slept soundly afterward. 

Tonight is not going to be like that. You’ve primed him for days leading up to tonight, gushing about how Scream is your favorite and you want him to try and guess who the killer is before the big reveal. He’s not very good at guessing, but the way your eyes light up when you open your apartment door to find him with popcorn and soda in hand make it worth it.

A lot of things are worth it with you. Like going to the farmer’s market on a really busy day, or going to some pretentious coffee shop forty minutes away because their rose latte is your favorite, or being dragged to a very crowded bar to see a band that you like. 

Your friendship with Yoongi shouldn’t make sense. You like bright sunny days and going outside on walks, venturing into crowded places to watch people, introducing yourself to new friends and chatting with people at the bar. Yoongi likes cold and rainy days and staying inside, keeping to himself at the few places he’s familiar with, and tucking away in a corner with his headphones. 

He likes to say you adopted him as a joke, but it’s not really a joke. You have adopted him into your friends circle, bringing the quiet boy from your freshman algebra class into the fold. Years later, you still greet him with the same oozing excitement as the first time you introduced yourself, bursting at the seams with kindness. 

“You didn’t cheat and look up anything, right?” you demand, suddenly serious as you sit down on your couch and fold your legs. He smirks and shakes his head, brushing the dark hair out of his eyes as he sits in the middle. “Good. You need to make honest guesses.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I know the rules.”

Your grin is blinding and for a second, the world is nothing but the beat of Yoongi’s thundering heart and your smile. He blinks and shakes it off, watching you from the corner of his eye as you settle into the blankets, throwing the corner toward him to keep him warm. 

Tentatively, he pulls the covers over his knees as he pulls them up onto the couch. The blankets are from your bed so they smell like you, vanilla and cinnamon. Hitting the lights on the back of the couch, you douse your apartment into darkness as the TV flickers to life, opening up the movie’s beginning.

Yoongi’s heart is already pounding. Both at how close you are and at the anticipation for what’s going to come on screen. Slasher movies aren’t his favorite, a little too realistic for him to comfortably watch them. 

Still, he watches with muted interest as Casey answers an old school phone, leaning on a counter while the world’s most unsettling voice talks to her through the receiver. 

“That voice would freak me out,” Yoongi admits. “What’s that one we watched with the you’re gonna die in seven days?” 

“The Ring.”

“Yeah. People need to stop answering phones.”

“You gonna stop answering my phone calls?”

He pouts. “No.” 

Your laugh is like tinkling silver. He grins, pleased as you lean toward him, shifting so that your arms are pressed together and your head is resting on his shoulder. He lets you snuggle him despite the fact that for the next five minutes, he can barely follow what’s happening on screen because his heart is slamming and his thoughts are dizzy. 

Yoongi has no idea if you know how he feels. He doesn’t think you do - there’s no way you’d cuddle up to him and make him flustered and confused if you did. You’re not the kind of person to lead him on, which leaves him stranded in a sea of do you or don’t you like him. 

It’s a puzzle he keeps trying to solve himself without asking you, which has resulted in zero solves or answers. 

Yoongi flinches the first time Ghostface comes on screen, mouth tilting downward. You peer up at him, eyes wide. The TV light reflects in your eyes as you watch him, a question in your gaze. He clears his throat. “Caught me off guard.” 

“Uh huh.” 

Yoongi feels his heart race when Casey begins running across the field on screen. He can almost imagine what it must be like to run for your life, chased by some crazy person in a mask and - 

The movie pauses. He blinks and looks at where you’re watching him, smirking. “What? He asks, eyes wide. “Why’d you pause it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you don’t like scary movies?”

“What makes you think that?”

“Yoongi, you’re squeezing my thigh.”

He becomes hyper aware that his hand is on your thigh, squeezing tightly as his anxiety increases. He feels warmth spread up his neck and he lets you go, turning away to hide the way his ears and cheeks turn red. You giggle and he squirms under the embarrassment, looking anywhere but you.

“Come on,” you urge. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You like scary movies.”

“So?”

“So,” he emphasizes, pouting. He won’t look at you, suddenly interested in his nail beds as you continue to stare at him. It’s dark in your apartment and you still sit close to him, thigh pressed against his. “I enjoy doing what you enjoy.” 

“We can watch something else.” 

He shakes his head. “Really, it’s okay. I want to find out who the killer is.” 

You chew on your lower lip, the silence heavy for a minute. “Would it help if I held your hand?” His eyes shoot up to look at you, checking if you’re serious. It seems you are, all the humor vanishing from your face as you stare at him with an earnest expression. “Only if you want to.”

“Maybe.”

Your lips twitch in a smile. “What if I told you it would help me if we held hands?”

“Then definitely.” 

When you smile, Yoongi knows you’re onto him. He feels his stomach flip when you lean in close, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon making his head swim as you press a chaste kiss to his cheek. He feels warm all over, fingers and toes buzzing as you settle back into the couch much closer to him. 

He stretches his hand toward you and you link your fingers with his. He grins at the warmth of your palms and the way you tug your laced fingers into your lap, leaning into his shoulder again. Hiding his smile, he relaxes into the back of the couch, ready to take on any scary movie in the world if it means having whatever this is with you.

“Press play,” he urges, leaning his head on yours. “I can definitely do this now.” 

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[mrs-monaghan]

Hey shaz 😊 Jimin talked about the hypothetical situation of having a daughter one day, and it made me wonder if Jikook would ever have children. I know adopting for same sex couples is illegal in South Korea (as far as I know lol i could be wrong!) which makes me so sad, but if they both decide to have children one day I hope the law will change to allow it 😢

Someone liked this post and I thank you because i didn't have to look for it 😂 SK has a long way to go in that aspect but yeah, I'm with you. I hope they come around 😔

I was so watching JK's face when Jimin said that and oh boy!

The shifty eyes... the nervous lip bite... he was basically a subtle version of this gif

😂😂😂

I do believe this topic has come up before anon and just like you I do believe its a sore subject. Currently its not something that they will ever be able to do....like first anon I really hope that changes. They all deserve to get their hearts desires.

But yeah, JK clearly didn't expect Jimin to go there which is why he reacted strongly to it. But while normally he would nervously glance at the camera, he didn't do that. So that's something 🤭

[stevenrogered]

ONE DAY ↳book > screen

He examined the foot he held in his hand. The toenails were painted red, but chipped, the smallest nail gnarled and barely there. “Your feet are disgusting.” “I know they are. Stop playing with it then.”

——

“I think a sense of humor is overrated,” said Emma. “No, much better to have somebody you really fancy, someone who’ll rub your feet.”

[epiphainie]

i need to chew my arm, i miss domestic bucktommy so much and i only had them for 55 seconds

[taee]

mom i love him

[mikrokcsmos]

Kith

synopsis; in which Jin can’t resist the adorable toddler antics of his daughter, not even when he’s on a vlive.

pairing; dad!seokjin x mom!reader

genre; fluff, humor, drabble, idol au, domestic au, dad au, vlive au, married au

warnings; just Jin being the sweetest dad ever 🥹

rating; PG-13

w/c; 707

a/n; but like, can y’all picture it as much as I have? this is something he would most definitely do for his little one and I’m not SOBBING you are!!!! ps - kith is how I used to say ‘kiss’ when I was young as well as say ‘lippy’ when I wanted to wear lipstick/chapstick sooooo that’ll be incorporated in this fic. 😙

Jin could hear the shuffle of tiny feet and loud giggles before his office door swung open, only to slam back against the wall. He made an involuntary wince, nervous chuckle spilling out.

In an instant the vlive was flooded with the same topic of comments, more than well aware who the culprit was behind the noise from previous streams.

OMG WHERE IS SHE????

ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE SHE’S BEEN ON HERE!!!

You tried, you really tried.

There was only so much you could do to entertain your 3 year old daughter while her father did his vlive in the other room. From Barbie’s, to cars, to board games, to books, to arts and crafts, to dance parties, to glitter, to glam —

Which unfortunately for Jin, was the last thing you both did before your daughter decided that enough was enough and your makeover was complete so now she was determined to do daddy’s as well.

By the time your exhausted body was able to make it to his office, she had already made herself comfortable on his lap. She was waving at the camera and smiling wide, lipstick stained teeth being shown to who knows how many people tonight. Jin’s eyes flicker up to meet your apologetic ones behind the camera, mouth opening to assure you that it was okay, when your daughter decided she had other plans.

“Daddy, lippy!” She demanded, thrusting her small hands your way. You raise a brow at her, crossing your arms over your chest.

Your voice is calm, but stern.

“What do we say, love?”

She pouts cutely, bottom lip jutting out as she sinks into her father’s embrace at your ‘mom’ voice.

“Pwease, can I have lippy?”

“Well, baby, that depends on daddy and if he wants to wear lippy.”

All it takes is one puppy dog eyed look from his daughter and he’s sighing in defeat, nodding his head at you and putting his hand out towards you to grab the lipstick container from you.

You mouth the words ‘sorry, honey’ as you give it to him. He gives you a playful glare, but smiles to let you know not to take him seriously. Sitting off to the side, still behind the camera, you sit down on the large bean bag your husband insisted he needed in his home office.

You watch the chaos unfold with a content smile. Your daughter turns around in his lap, and once he hands her the uncapped lipstick, all caution gets thrown to the wind. Once she deems him to be done, she looks over at you with one last demand from her tiny, devious little mind.

She brings her hands out wide, to then quickly smash them together with a loud clap.

“Now, kith!”

You and Jin look at each other, having a silent conversation. In the end, he just shrugs his shoulders and leaves the decision up to you. You close your eyes, letting out a quiet exhale, before you heave yourself back up to stand, walking over to them the short distance and into the view of the camera for the first time.

The comments begin to explode over what they see, but not from the sweet kiss you have with your husband, no.

It’s because of your very obvious, pregnant belly that sticks out like a sore thumb. Something you both have kept secret for 7 months now.

When you pull away, he plants a kiss on your white oversized t-shirt wearing belly, leaving a perfect lipstick stain of his lips. You lean your body sideways against him, and his head lays on your belly. Your daughter gives a small kiss of her own and when you stare at the monitor of your perfect little soon to be family of four, your heart bursts with both warmth and love.

Your daughter lets out a big yawn, and Jin just laughs, patting her head.

“Alright, looks like it’s time to sign off. Thank you everyone for joining and all of the congratulations and well wishes for the new baby. Till next time, bye!”

As if all of you planned it prematurely, you all pucker your lips at the camera while you wave, and give the heart sign.

[kazscrows]

Inej✨

[whineandcheese24]

I see we're sticking with writing the most emotionally devastating plotlines and then distracting the audience with cute bucktommy scenes, huh Tim?

[bloody-bee-tea]

June of (minimal) Doom 2024 Day 22 - What's the bad news?

Suguru knows that today is going to go horribly wrong the moment Satoru steps out of his bedroom. He knows him well enough by now to recognise the energy rolling off of him, to interpret the precise slope his shoulders have settled in and Suguru lets out a wary breath.

“Satoru,” he warningly says, not even bothering to greet him and it seems that Satoru knows him just as well because he freezes, a look of complete surprise on his face.

“What? What could I have possibly done already? I just got up, there’s no need for you to use that tone with me,” he whines out and finally continues his way into the kitchen, slumping over the table as he spills himself into one of the chairs.

“Nothing yet,” Suguru admits, narrowing his eyes at him. “But you are about to do something that will have consequences for me,” he then says and Satoru blinks up at him.

“There could just be consequences in general,” Satoru offers and Suguru rolls his eyes.

“There could, but I know you better than that. If that were the case, if whatever you have planned had nothing to do with me, your expression would be different.”

“My expression,” Satoru flatly repeats and stares Suguru down, who can do nothing but shrug helplessly. 

He doesn’t know how to explain that without weirding Satoru out completely but there’s a difference between his look when Satoru is about to cause other people some grief and when he’s about to cause Suguru some grief. And today’s look is definitely the one that includes Suguru. It’s in the way his mouth tilts, or his eyes crease at the corners, maybe.

Suguru isn’t even too sure himself.

“Trust me,” Suguru gives back in lieu of a real explanation and immediately Satoru’s face softens.

“I always do,” he breathes out, dropping his head to the table and sighing. “It’s way too early.”

“Why are you up then?” Suguru asks and reaches out to push away some strands of hair that have fallen into Satoru’s face. “Go back to bed, you have today off, don’t you?”

“Can’t, I have shit to do,” Satoru mumbles out and Suguru can’t help but to briefly scratch at Satoru’s head as if he’s a particularly overgrown cat.

His hair would be soft enough for it, Suguru thinks and he allows himself a brief smile when Satoru pushes into the contact.

Moments like this always make Suguru wistful because he wonders if he could have this all the time if only he were brave enough to confess to Satoru but before Suguru can think too deeply about it, Satoru takes a deep breath.

“Alright, up we go,” he says as if he has to hype himself up and then he manages to raise his head off the table at least. “Coffee?” he asks, completely pathetic in Suguru’s eyes, and Suguru realizes once more just how gone he is on him because instead of laughing in his face and making him get his coffee himself, Suguru says “Sure” and gets up to prepare Satoru’s coffee just the way he likes it, meaning with more milk and sugar than actual coffee.

“Don’t know why you drink it like that, though, you could just dump three spoons of sugar in your milk,” he says as he puts the cup down in front of Satoru, who predictably makes a face at him.

“It’s about the taste, Suguru,” he tells him and immediately takes a big gulp from the concoction.

Thanks to all the milk in there it’s not even hot enough to warrant a warning and Suguru lets out a long-suffering sigh.

“Mhm,” he noncommittally hums out and Satoru pouts at him, which is just unfair because– “I did make you your drink, stop looking at me like that.”

“True, you did,” Satoru happily says, taking another sip and looking so content that Suguru has to fight the urge to lean over and drop a kiss to his head.

Their friendship is a very touchy one, but it’s not quite like that and it would raise some questions from Satoru should Suguru simply do that now, so he holds himself back.

It might be the hardest thing he had to do all week, though, because Satoru is still sleepy and therefore softer than usual, his hair is a fluffy mess and he just looks so content that it’s really hard on Suguru’s poor heart.

Still, he manages somehow, because he reminds himself that he could lose Satoru forever if he ever confessed his feelings and that thought sobers him right up.

Best not to risk it, Suguru confirms for himself once more and simply sits back down next to Satoru, remembering the suspicious look he had worn mere minutes ago.

“Promise me that you’re not going to do anything stupid today,” Suguru says as Satoru closes his eyes again, clearly more than content to simply slip back into sleep right there at the kitchen table. 

“‘m not gonna do anything stupid today,” Satoru mumbles, just as Suguru reaches out to take the cup from his hands before it can slip through his fingers and make a mess on the kitchen table. 

“And I totally believe you,” Suguru sighs out, because there’s no way that one, Satoru is going to remember this promise, and two, actually keep to it.

It seems that all Suguru can do is brace for whatever insanity Satoru manages to bring to their home today.

~ * ~ * ~

Suguru is on guard the moment he hears the key in the door.

Satoru has been out for most of the day so far and Suguru was almost able to push the worry out of his mind, but now it’s slamming back into him full force.

And rightfully so, he despairingly thinks, when Satoru steps into the living-room, the most forced innocent look on his face Suguru has ever seen.

Suguru lets out a controlled breath, which immediately makes Satoru frown at him.

“No need to sigh at me!”

“We’ll see about that,” Suguru mutters. “Alright. What’s the bad news?” he then asks because he figures if he gets this over with they can deal with whatever it is that Satoru has done and then they can spend a nice evening together despite whatever shenanigans Satoru has been up to.

“There’s no–what–why do you even–” Satoru trails off there and Suguru sighs once more.

“Because,” he starts with and points at Satoru’s face, “you look like that.”

“Dashing and breathtakingly handsome?”

Suguru bites his tongue so hard he tastes blood, but that was the only way to stop himself from blurting out an immediate yes.

“Guilty,” is what he says out loud and Satoru’s face falls. 

“I didn’t even do anything,” he mutters but Suguru isn’t fooled.

“You did. You did something and its consequences are going to come back around to bite us in the butt eventually, so you might as well just spill now, so we can prepare.”

“It’s not–” Satoru groans and flops down on the couch. “It’s not like that,” he eventually mumbles. “I just did something stupid, but I will never speak of it and it can’t actually harm you. Or me. It’s just–stupid,” he finishes weakly, which doesn’t make him all that believable, if Suguru is being honest.

“Tell me anyway,” he says and Satoru shakes his head so hard his hair flies around. 

“Nope, never.”

“Satoru,” Suguru tries, a warning tone to his voice, but of course that doesn’t work either, because Satoru is immune to that tone. 

There is one thing he isn’t immune to, though.

“Satoru,” Suguru says again, softer and more quiet this time and he sees Satoru tense. “Won’t you tell me what you did?”

It’s almost cajoling and Suguru knows that Satoru has a hard time saying no to him when he uses that voice, so he tries to only bring it out on special occasions, like today.

“That is so fucking unfair,” Satoru mutters as he glares at Suguru who simply holds his gaze and doesn’t apologise. “You’re going to be so–”

Mad, Suguru finishes in his mind and he wonders what Satoru could have possibly done.

“—weirded out,” Satoru weakly goes on and now that is not at all what Suguru expected.

“Weirded out?” he asks for clarification because for all the crazy shit Satoru has done in the years of their friendship, Suguru has not once been weirded out by him or his antics.

“I just want to preface this by saying that this is entirely your fault and that our lease on this place is still running for a year, so you can’t just move out and please don’t hate me?” Satoru unsurely finishes and now that is what really worries Suguru.

He thought it’s pretty obvious that no matter what Satoru does he could never hate him, but clearly he didn’t get that across as well as he thought.

“I promise I won’t hate you,” Suguru solemnly says and he means it. Satoru could have killed a man just now and Suguru wouldn’t hate him.

He doesn’t understand what that has to do with the lease though, but he trusts Satoru to explain.

Satoru lets out a harsh breath before he buries his face in his hands.

“I went out to buy something today,” he admits, his voice muffled behind his hands and Suguru leans forward, to hear him better.

“What did you buy?” he patiently asks and gently reaches out to take Satoru’s hand away from his face.

It’s worrying, to feel him shake a bit and Suguru wishes Satoru would just tell him so they can figure out on where to go next.

“A–thing,” Satoru evades the answer and he groans when Suguru raises an eyebrow at him. “I hate it when you do that, it’s so sexy,” Suguru thinks he hears him mutter but that can’t be and the words are still muffled behind the remaining hand on his face anyway, so Suguru must have heard that wrong.

“What thing?” Suguru asks again and Satoru drops the other hand into his lap.

“Promise me, Suguru,” Satoru says, completely serious all of a sudden. “I–it was just a stupid thought and I should have never bought it, but you weren’t supposed to ever know and you can’t let it change things between us.”

“I promise, Satoru,” Suguru immediately gives back and he means it with every fibre of his being.

Satoru looks at him for a moment longer, his gaze searching but he seems to trust what Suguru said because he reaches into his pocket and produces a small black box from it.

It’s so very obviously a jewellery box that it takes Suguru’s breath away, the pain in his chest not surprising but the severity of it enough to make breathing hard.

“I didn’t know you were seeing someone,” he mutters, aware that his voice is completely without inflection and his mind is running.

How could he have missed this? He and Satoru spend all their time together, how could he have missed a significant other that Satoru was serious enough about to want to marry?

“I’m not,” Satoru whispers. “That’s where the stupid part comes in.”

“Huh?”

“It’s for you,” Satoru rushes out and Suguru blinks. And then he blinks some more because nothing makes sense anymore.

As if to make matters worse Satoru pops the box open only to reveal the most beautiful engagement ring Suguru has ever seen. It’s exactly to his taste and it’s definitely too big for a woman.

“It’s for me,” Suguru repeats, because this cannot be.

It’s all his dreams come true, so it cannot be.

“Yeah.”

“We’re not dating.”

“Again, hence the stupid part,” Satoru says once more and he shuts the box again, which finally jolts Suguru out of his surprise.

“Yes,” he breathes out and it seems that catches Satoru off guard entirely.

“What? What do you mean yes?”

“Yes, I want to marry you,” Suguru breathlessly says, a tiny part of his brain screaming at him that they are doing all of this so very, very wrong, but he couldn’t care less.

Satoru wants to marry him. Satoru feels the same as he does, so of course there’s only one answer.

It seems now it’s Satoru’s time to blink confusedly at him because he does just that, even as Suguru takes the box out of his hands and opens it up again.

The ring really is unfairly beautiful and Suguru doesn’t doubt for a second that it will fit him perfectly. He proves it by sliding it on his finger almost immediately and Satoru makes a sound as if he’s dying.

“You can’t just do that!”

“Why not? I thought it’s for me?”

“Yeah, but–it’s not–we’re not–you don’t even like me like that!”

“I love you,” Suguru rushes out, almost stumbling over his words in his haste to get that out there. “I love you. You have no clue how much I love you.”

That seems to be a very effective way to shut Satoru up, because his mouth closes with an audible sound.

“I do love you,” Suguru says, much softer now, reaching out to take Satoru’s cheek in his hand, the one with the ring and it seems the cold metal on his skin jolts Satoru back into action.

“I love you, too,” he gets out, his eyes suspiciously misty and Suguru leans in close to press kisses to the corners of them.

“Then I don’t see the problem,” he teases and Satoru huffs before he apparently decides that it’s not worth it. 

“You’re not joking right?” Satoru still asks after a moment and Suguru rests their foreheads together.

“I’m not joking. I want to marry you. I love you.”

“So what you’re really saying is that I made the smartest decision of my life today,” Satoru says, a little smugly and Suguru laughs.

“You did indeed and I am sorry for ever doubting you,” he says and tilts his head just so, brushing their lips together. 

“As you should be,” Satoru replies, but he’s happily wriggling his way into Suguru’s lap, which Suguru encourages shamelessly. “Think we can get married this month?”

That’s really rushing it, but Suguru can’t see a fault with the suggestion. 

“We’ll make it work,” he decides and can’t wait to jump straight to married bliss with Satoru.

Going by the soft, contented breath Satoru lets out, he’s much on the same page and Suguru pulls him closer, feels Satoru practically melt against him and he knows that he’s never going to let this go ever again.

[bluewhale52]

Summary: Yoongi posts his Hip Hop 101 video on BangtanTV and shakes his booty for all Army to see. Unfortunately he forgets that ONE person gets dibs on first viewing.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x wife!reader

Genre: idol!au, established relationship

WC: <1k

Rating: NSFW, no minors allowed

Warning: jealousy, jealous sex, penetrative sex, chair sex, studio sex, unprotected sex, reader takes charge, orgasm denial

~Part of the Domestic Yoongi series~

A/N: hello! My first fic of 2023! 🎉 hope you all like it! Crossposted to my AO3.

Yoongi jolts in shock when the headphones on his head are pulled back. He turns in his chair to find you, an annoyed expression painted across your face. His mind immediately runs through the list you have given him earlier that day- did he miss anything? Did he forget to pick something up? Did he spend too much time in his home studio again?

“Hey babe, what's u-”

“Min Yoongi,” you cut him tersely. Okay, this is not good. He’s in real trouble now. You hold your phone to his face, a youtube video open and playing.

“Hey, that’s the hip hop dance 101 I did.”

You near slam your phone down on the desk behind him. “Yes, it is.”

“Um…” Yoongi rakes his brain, not understanding where your anger is coming from. “You don’t like it?”

He swallows hard when you straddle him. “Oh I like it, Yoongi. I like it a lot. I like that you’re doing all these classes and inspiring your fans to never stop learning. However,” you raise yourself to pull your skirts up- holy shit, you’re not wearing any underwear- and your hand goes into his pants, stroking his cock.

“... do you think you can show ARMY how you shake your ass without showing me first?” You continue, your hand stroking him into full hardness in no time at all. He moans helplessly under you.

“I see it first, Yoongi. Before them. Me. First.” You line yourself above him, lining his cock on your entrance. His hands reach for your waist, but you smack them away. “Don’t touch me.”

He grips the arms of his chair as you sink down on him, swallowing his cock like a champ. You start bouncing on him, your angry eyes boring into his. “Oh fuck,” he whimpers.

“Do you understand, Yoongi?” You yank his hair, pulling his head back. You slam down on him, rolling your hips.

“Yes, yes, fuck baby, I’m sorry,” he sputters, “you first, always you first.”

You ride him faster now, beads of sweats breaking on your temple. “Rub my clit, Yoongi, make me cum.”

His fingers find your sensitive bud immediately, rolling and rubbing them until your legs start shaking, signaling of your impending orgasm. He presses harder, your moans and whines urging him on, your pussy clenching intensely around his cock. You close your eyes and throw your head back, surrendering yourself to your desires, his cock and his fingers.

“Fuck baby, cum, cum on my cock,” he encourages you, desperate to see you climax.

“Oh fuck, Yoongi!” You scream as you finally climax, your body shuddering and collapsing onto him. He wraps you in his arms, gently caressing your back as you recover from your orgasm. His cock is twitching wildly between your wet, warm walls, and he wants to seek his own release. But he knows, right now, you’re in charge and he will not move until you give him the go ahead.

Once he feels your breathing returning to normal, he kisses your head, whispering his declaration of love to you. You raise your upper body off his chest, and he braces yourself for what will come next.

He frowns in confusion when you remove yourself completely; his cock, still hard and wet from your orgasm, slips out and plops onto his abdomen. You stand up, adjust your skirt, then kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t let it happen again, Yoongi.” You saunter out of his studio just as quickly as you stormed in.

Yoongi stares at his erection, flabbergasted. Fuck, he loves it when you’re jealous like that. He tucks himself in and follows you out, promising to himself he will have his payback later tonight after the kids are asleep.

Hehehe. Another domestic adventure of my favorite couple! Please reblog this fic if you enjoyed reading it! Reblogging will help it reach a wider audience. And as always, thank you for reading! 💜

Published on 03012023.

[ardentpoop]

tonight on the cw’s supernatural. dean Normally fondles a hammer while Normally stalking sam thru their evil military bunker Normal house and Normally saying “don’t you want to spend a little quality time with big brother?”

[mrs-monaghan]

it’s actually really nice jikook let Taehyung come because it definitely wasn’t in the plan and he wasn’t invited, just like no other member was invited. Everything was paired for 2. 2 bikes, 2 beds, 2 sets of goggles, the list goes on. They could’ve said no, they didn’t and of course their friends, but the trip was planned for two and jikookers are allowed to feel a bit annoyed about ‘what could’ve been’ because the literal whole show dynamic changed by just adding one person

The fact that the person pointing out this fact is getting sooooooo much hate?? Like people are calling OP an anti and telling them off for hating on V etc etc. Like, literally all they said was that the trip was originally meant for two. Its the truth?? Why are people getting mad at FACT??

Shish.

Its okay anon, only 1 more episode left with V on it. As fun as it is with him around, if I wanted to see such organised chaos I would go rewatch RUN BTS. What I need is more of this

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What i need is for Jikook to not tone down Jikookery in order to avoid third wheeling anyone. If this show had been a Vminkook show, marketed as such, I wouldn't care or complain. But we rarely ever get to see Jikook in their true form. All soft and domestic as shit.

More of that hyung JK that gets lost whenever its not just the two of them.

I will enjoy seeing the members together in their own variety show in 2026. But for now I need a Jikook show to remain just that. I don't think its too much for us to ask anon...

[sopiloveshobi]

Penthouse

54 days left till sunshine is back. That called for celebration. Here is a 5k words one shot that I wrote based on my dream. Haven't spelled checked it. Incredible fluff, domesticated Hoseok.

You were excited and really couldn’t fall asleep that night. Because tomorrow early in the morning your still new and fresh husband is going to be released from the military and your life together is finally about to start.

You knew each other for a while, dated for a bit but it wasn’t really anything official or intense. You were definitely very much excited about the prospect of seeing Jung Hoseok, him and only him. But before things progressed anywhere near you two being in an established relationship he had to enlist. It was planned and part of the future for the other members and that wasn’t a negotiable.

How did you end up married then before actually dating? He really wanted to see you, he tried really hard to progress the relationship but it was so difficult and he wouldn’t be able to use all of his holidays the way he wanted. He called you a few times, texted a lot and send you pictures every week. It was going on for months. And when he finally managed to see you in person he just sat you down and went into it straight without thinking too much about it and said ‘I know we haven’t been official, i know we haven't done a lot of the things that people do when they date. But once i get out of here there might not be another better time to do this’. He knew the media wouldn’t let him in peace and someone would of leaked the fact that he got married. ‘You mean a lot to me, and i always dated with the idea of dating to marry. So lets just do it. You can move into my flat and make it homey before i actually leave here. I know its a crazy idea but.. just think about it!’. His idea was indeed crazy. So according to him he you were already dating and he just wanted to ensure that your life will be easier, with him as an idol constantly in the spotlight. This was the only way to keep you as a secret whilst having you around and taking things slowly as you both please. Jung Hoseok was the most interesting and loyal person you met. He was so good to you, he treated you with upmost respect from the day you started hanging on more of a personal level. He was really handsome, really sharp features on his face, pointy noise, gorgeous eyes always locked on you and the most gorgeous smile you have ever seen in your entire life. And he was interested in you. HA! He wanted to marry you in secret during his military service and have you move into your future house. You must have been crazy to say yes right?

‘Yes!’ You said after a few minutes of silence and your not really proper consideration.

BTS’s J-Hope Acquires Luxurious $8.6 Million Penthouse in Cash - the next thing you see are this headlines in the news.

‘He did what?’ You think to yourself. ‘He lost his mind!’ As you read another article about how he purchased this very luxurious place. And you couldn’t help but think, that you will indeed be living in that place in few weeks.

He wore his full dress uniform, you wore a very plain but beautiful beige dress, that definitely looked like a wedding dress. It was the right length but without the awkward whiteness you didn't like. It was very official, there was nobody around but him, you and the official in the cities office. The poor man was made to sign an NDA and so were you. And you hesitated, but you did hire a lawyer before it was drafted. So you knew exactly what were you getting yourself into. All of those details took away any romantic atmosphere. Everything but the way he was looking at you. He really wanted this and you couldn’t help but get butterflies every time he looked at you this way.

There was no kiss, no party. You did however share rings and had a cake in a tiny cafe around the corner from the office.

‘I can’t believe we have done this’ you said still in shock, giggling and sipping your coffee through a straw.

‘I promise i make it worth it’ he said lovingly, slightly brushing his hand over yours. The very first sight of his affection that day.

Two weeks later all of your luggage arrived at the exact same luxurious penthouse that Hoseok bought for 8.6 million USD. ‘This is ridiculous’ you said to yourself looking for furniture online. He left you his card, he didn’t expect you to furnish the place especially because it was ridiculously big and as much as you declined his offers to combine your finances you couldn’t afford buying anything for this kind of place. Knowing he will be going live from home, taking so many selfies for his socials. The place needed to be cool. You really like the main room with the huge windows with a view out for skyscrapers in Seoul. You knew exactly what kind of sofa would look good there so you went straight to the search.

But tomorrow. Tomorrow morning is the day he will finally come home. You still had no idea what to expect. He called you regularly, once a week and texted at least once a day after you got married. He often told you what he ate that day and did mention few times that he misses you. But there was still so much ahead of you. You were so excited you really couldn’t sleep, so you ended laying on the sofa you ordered few months ago and lay and look at the huge windows and enjoy the sunrise. But because you haven’t slept, your eyes were getting heavier and heavier from minute to minutes. You knew you could sleep for hours, because you were sure there will be events planned for Hobis discharge, v live at the company, drinks with the members. You will be lucky to see him today. But you were still so so excited. And you gave up to your eyes and finally fell asleep. Covered only half way with a fluffy blanket, with your phone on the floor. It buzzed few times but you were really gone for good.

Card beeped and the door unlocked. Heavy boots slowly tapping on the wooden floor. Red baseball cap on his head, full uniform, huge backpack that he left by the door. He went into all of the rooms partially admiring the furniture he saw from the pictures you have sent him. But he was definitely looking for you. And then, he finally found you on the fluffy sofa in front of the gorgeous view. Sound asleep.

He couldn’t help but smile. He slowly made his way to the sofa, covered you more with the blanket and sat by you legs. Admired you for a minute, with a wide smile on his face. He couldn’t believe you waited. He leaned forward, sniffing the sweet scent you had about you, and slightly moved your hair to the side to place a warm kiss on your forehead.

You moved. Your legs slightly felt resistance and you opened your eyes. And there he was. Right above you, caught red handed with a huge smile on his face, still holding your hair to the side. You froze.

‘I’m finally home!’ he whispered and your mouth slightly opened. Your eyes got bigger as you realised how close he was.

‘Hoseok I didn’t expect you so early! What happened?!’ You managed to put together a sentence still in shock, as he hasn’t moved an inch. He didn’t respond, but widened his smile and started softly brushing your cheek with the back of his palm. ‘I thought you had an entire schedule for today! You need to let Armys know! The members need to see you too!’ You continued but he chuckled starting at you lovingly.

‘I needed to see my wife first. She always comes first, even before the members and armys’ he answered and grabbed your hand and closed in his two.

‘I’m hardly your wife Hobi. We still have so much to…’ he didn’t let you finish your sentence, as he pulled you to himself and kissed your lips very softly. You accepted the invitation, as much as in shock you were you were daydreaming of kissing him since the day you saw him in the office in his full dress uniform. Nah. Since the day he asked you to marry him, when be wouldn’t stop explaining his great idea. And he was finally home. Musky scent mixed with sandalwood of his perfume lingered around him, as the kiss progressed further and he was now exploring your throat with his tongue. As he kept pulling you closer to him, you ended up getting up slightly and crawling onto his lap, without breaking the kiss. He grabbed your ass and sat you closer as he aggressively attacked your lip and bit it so much it broke and started bleeding. You hissed but didn’t stop kissing him back and exploring his back with your hands.

When you finally broke the kiss, he sat back on the sofa and sighed loudly.

‘I was having dreams about this’ he admitted, softly touching your bleeding lip with the tip of his finger.

‘You did and forgot to inform your wife about it? I could have been more prepared’ you giggled, leaning forward a little bit more relaxed and placing a kiss on his cheek ‘Welcome home husband’ you pouted into his face and chuckled afterwards.

‘My wife sounded really innocent and cutesy over the phone, she was really shy and I didn’t expect her to sit on my lap the second i walk through the door’ he pointed out as he looked at you again and he froze. His eyes were glistening as he stared so deep into your eyes almost like he was staring into your soul. And he was smiling. It was the warmest smile you have seen. And it was now all yours.

‘So about the schedule..’ you muttered under your breathe not really knowing what will happen next. You were a little anxious as now he will be in your space a lot of more, or rather you in his. You knew you would have to be more careful now around media and leaving the place with caution.

‘I’m going to Hybe later. I need to do the vlive like Seokjin hyung did. And I know I didn’t discuss it with you yet but I have invited everyone here in the evening’ he looked a little bit nervous, but you didn't have any plans and the place was in a presentable state, so there was no objections for this to not happen.

‘Of course, that sounds like a great plan! I will stay at my friends tonight then..’ you smiled hearing the plans for today. You reached for your phone that was still on the floor instinctively but he stopped you grabbing your wrist and bringing you back to his face.

‘Why? You live here, we live here. There is absolutely no need for you to leave when the guys arrive. Besides they need to finally meet you’ he added holding both your hands in his. He was just so sweet and considerate and he was providing it to you over and over how serious he is about the two of you.

‘But I thought we, and I have to be kept a secret’ you hesitated.

‘Not from the members jagiya. I trust them with my life’ he chuckled at your words and patter your head lovingly.

‘I will follow your lead’ you smiled and fell on his chest. You weren’t sure were all this confidence came from but you really just felt at home for a second so you didn’t overthink it and just acted on it. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him.

‘I really did miss you. I was really excited for this. And… I am really grateful that you waited. I certainly don’t deserve to be waited on for this long, not even mentioning the marriage…’ he whispered into your ear, whilst slowly glowing through your hair as he kept you in his embrace.

‘You are special’ you answered into his chest loud enough for him to hear. His perfect fresh scent kept lingering around you as you were holding onto him. His heartbeat was crazy, but the longer you layd on his chest the calmer it became.

‘Right sunshine, I need to take a shower and change my undershirt before I head out again’ he slowly pulled you up and you swiftly moved away to make room for him and he got up from the sofa. ‘The place looks better than on face-time and the pictures you have sent me’ he added looking around with a little bit levelled head.

‘I kept space for the pieces I told you I wanted you to pick, but it doesn’t look too empty without them for now’ you eagerly added as you got up from the sofa and you grabbed your phone and slid it into your sweatpants pocket. He picked up his backpack and started unpacking few bits, clearly looking for something through the pouches inside.

‘Lost something?’ You giggled invested into his search.

‘Just shower gel and shampoo and..’ you stopped him and grabbed his wrist.

‘Put it down’ you instructed pointing at the backpack and he did. Then very intrigued looked where were you leading him. And you lead him through the dining room and a hallway to the master bedroom and then left to the bathroom. ‘Everything is ready here in your room and your bathroom’ you pointed at shelf in tiles, fresh towels ready to be used and a cloth for his skincare. He smiled widely and he felt really warm inside. You really did prepare it for him and waited for him. He felt so lucky. But then he realised and dwelled on your words. He also noticed the bed was spotless and clearly unused.

‘Thank you, this… this is perfect but hold on a minute. My room? My bathroom? Where do you think you are staying?’ He got a little bit nervous, because he didn’t want to pressure you and wanted you to be comfortable but at the same time he was really excited to explore all the unexplored with you.

‘I slept in the guest room for the past few months. Its your house Hoseok.. i cant just, put myself everywhere like…’ you didn’t finish because you saw his expression change to slightly less happy and more disappointed ‘Besides, i will still be around. We promised to take things slow and as they feel fit and natural. And up until before 5 minutes ago we never even kissed..’ you continued and became nervous. You weren’t rejecting him but it was only natural to not skip steps and get comfortable around each other. His expression changed again to more pouty.

‘I understand and thats okay. But i cant promise i wont wander into your room and bed to get some cuddle time’ he pouted and started walking towards you.

‘Thats fine’ you chuckled but you stopped him few steps before he reached you ‘besides its nice to get ready in my own bathroom. Which speaking of you need to shower and get ready. You cant be late the first day back because of me. I will already think im no good for you’ you added and slowly pushed him towards the main bathroom.

‘Aiiishhh fine. I will still have a minute when im done. But before that…’ he grabbed you and pulled you into the bathroom and stood in front of a huge mirror that was covering one of the entire walls. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and grabbed you from behind ‘Say kimchiiii’ he giggled as he pointed the camera to the mirror whilst holding you with his other arm. You grabbed his arm and smile wide looking straight at the camera. When he clicked the picture you let go and turned around.

‘What was that?! Dont you think this is a little bit dangerous? What if you post it by accident..’ you pouted at him at the same time trying to see if the picture came out nicely.

‘I wont have an accident like that, besides i still want to have all the first memories with you documented. We are married after all..’ he chuckled, left a quick kiss at your cheek and let you go. Your heart flustered. You loved it. Every minute of this and the way he was and the way his lips tasted. The way he grabbed you with his strong arms, how soft he was around you and how genuinely happy he seemed.

You were nervous. Of course you worked with several idols before, ha you were now married to one but it was still really stressing you out to meet the 6 men who were the entire world to your husband. You wanted them to like you, you wanted them to be impressed with you, you wanted them to be happy for Hoseok. But none of them even had been in a official relationship, not even mentioning marriage. You straightened your shirt and french tucked it into your jeans.

‘Please dont worry, you have nothing to stress about’ he whispered into your ear as he stood behind you in your room seeing you play with the shirt for a while. Somehow he felt it. Somehow he knew you were stressed and he came to comfort you.

You didn’t answer but you reached for his hand and you squeezed it. You quickly let go of it as the door bell rang. You took a deep breath and swiftly followed Hoseok to the door. Three tall men with buzz cuts stood In front of the door.

‘Taehyungie, Jiminaahhh, Jungkooksieee come in please’ Hobi the host. They bowed in front of him and moved towards the hallway were you were standing.

‘Hoseok hyung… there is a woman here’ Jungkook turned his face to Hobi and froze for a second.

‘Yes. There is. Now stop acting like you have never seen one’ Hoseok chuckled and kind of scolded him for making things ever so slightly more awkward.

‘Ah, really nice to meet you’ Taehyung bowed and shook your hand. He never questioned anything and just accepted things as they were.

Jimin followed and also introduced himself and followed Taehyung into the room. Jungkook still half frozen just took his shoes off.

‘But hyung! Who is this’ this man had zero filter on this night.

‘I will explain everything when everyone arrives, i dont want to repeat myself’ he pushed him slightly towards the room others already gathered. Hoseok moved towards you and brushed your hand with his and whispered ‘I promise it will be okay’ and he lead you towards the room, holding onto your shoulder. Before you reached the dinning room the door went again. You looked at Hobi worrying but he nodded and you went into the dinning area whilst he took the door. Luckily it was the other three so no more trips to the door anymore. As you reached the room you heard Jungkook hassling Jimin ‘But why would Hyung do something like this’ and as you walked in they both stopped. You smiled politely and started looking for glasses for the table. Occupied with that task Hoseok walked into the room with Namjoon, Seokjin and Yoongi.

‘Oh! Whos this?’ Seokjin also didnt stop himself from a free comment.

‘Right everyone, lets get it out of the way before we get all into gossips’ Hoseok started and grabbed you closer. ‘We got married, six months ago. I wanted to do it when we are almost all still enlisted because i knew it would be bad if we decided later’ he just spit it all. Jungkooks jaw dropped. Yoongi started laughing quietly but he was the first to congratulate you.

‘Its just unexpected Hoseok, but we are happy for you. We all knew you will be first in these things anyway’ Yoongi smiled at the both of you and pulled his hand out to shake Hobis hand.

‘Ya, thats crazy. Hoseok you could of told us before…’ Seokjin came to hug Hobi and smiled at you politely.

‘We didnt really date for that long, so please dont drill or ask her any silly things. It was the best decision in the perspective of time and PR’ Hobi continued as he saw Jungkook still completely freaked out.

‘Hoba, im really happy for you. Looks like double celebration today!’ Namjoon hugged your husband and sat back down. Jimin and Taehyung holding hands under the table giggled but both also clapped their hands in approval. It was just Jungkook.

‘Hyung… I dont understand. I really thought you would be honest with me when I asked you who you were texting every time I saw you. Its not like we couldn’t keep your secret!’ He was just a little bit hurt and Hoseok hyung had a special place in his heart ‘im happy for you Hyung’ he huffed out and sat back still shaking his head in disbelief.

‘He wanted to tell you but I asked him not too. You see i didn’t even think we were dating when he thought we were. We saw each other quite a lot but it wasn’t ever on any of crazy serious terms, I had no idea I was even able to stick around until today.. please dont be upset with him’ you decided to tell the boys the truth, because at the end of the day it wasn’t Hoseoks fault this was kept in secret. The boys nodded and some of the awkwardness went away because Jimin was rocking on his chair back and forth and eventually hell from it. Everyone started laughing but you panically ran to him and asked if he’s fine.

‘This happens all the time, please dont bother yourself with worry. He has some unexplained beef with chairs’ Namjoon pointed out whilst Seokjin was nearly brought to tears with laugh. The evening went uneventful after that, Hoseok brought some alcohol from the pantry, a stack of food was ordered and delivered and devoured within few hours. Everyone explained how jealous they are of Hobi being finally free and Jin was excited to have his partner in crime back. They reminisced old times, concerts and events they really missed and as the night went by you were more involved in the conversations that you ever expected. Everyone was really sweet and kind and as Hobi promised, there was nothing to worry about. You saw he was getting progressively more red on his face as he drunk and because of that progressively more quiet but it gave you the chance to get to know the other members a little more. You weren’t star struck anymore, because they were just so normal and down to earth.

You were taking your make up off in your bathroom in the opposite side of the apartment. It was a long day, very exciting day but also very tiring because of all the emotions that you had to go through. You felt a little bit dizzy, every time you were reminded that Hoseok is indeed currently cleaning up from the table. All the little noises coming from the room made you chuckle as be was drunk and swearing to himself and to the dishes he was trying to put away. You continued with your routine to the sounds of the dishes when then all of a sudden they stopped. Complete silence surrounded you. And then you saw his face poke at your bathrooms door.

‘Hey’ he said smiling widely and staring you in the eyes through the mirror that you were using.

‘Hey’ you answer and smiled back at him. He took another step into the bathroom.

‘I cant believe you’re here and I’m home and i dont ever have to go back there…’ he started, heading towards you. You put your cream down and turned around to face him. ‘You know I really care.. you know I was really looking to getting all the steps done with you..’ he was drunk and his words were slightly slurring but he was incredibly sweet. From that sweet face however it soon changed into a cheeky expression and you thought to yourself maybe… but then you remembered he was drunk and thats not how you wanted the both of you to remember.

‘Hoseok you're tipsy’ you muttered lovingly towards him, severely downplaying the state he was in.

‘Just a little bit. At least I won’t be as shy..’ so he is shy. So you do make him nervous. Your eyes widened for a second. You were definitely thinking of checking out what is under that uniform. Realistically you did half know. There is no escape from the online world and you came across some of the half shirtless or shirtless pictures of him. But they were from years before and you expect for him to look different. Hes older, hes been through a active military service. And took one step closer to you and you gulped out loud. He noticed and immediately froze.

‘Its okay, im sorry I..’ he grabbed the back of his head and brushed through his really short hair.

‘Its okay, how about we stay in your room today?’ You asked and leaned over and grab his hand. It was a sweet move, it wasn’t suggestive at all and all you planned to do is maybe make out for a bit and go to sleep cuddled to him.

‘I thought you didn’t want to.. you know?’ He got all flustered which was incredibly sweet especially as he was so drunk.

‘Lets take it easy’ you turned the lights off in the bathroom and lead him out of your bathroom and bedroom across the hallway and dinning room to the master bedroom ‘Cuddles only! But first, get ready for bed’ you pointed at his bathroom and he nodded and followed your order. You made yourself comfortable in bed, untucked the fresh sheets and slipped inside. It felt so nice to be finally in bed. You heard him drop few things but eventually he turned the light off and emerged from the room. He run to the other side of the bed skipping from excitement. He untucked his side of the sheets and slipped inside. Instantly turned around to you, moved closer to you so now both of your faces layed on the same pillow. And every time he was so close to you, you felt this electric tease when your eyes locked. Your stomach would flip. You were absolutely obsessed with him. And it was only day one of your new life. He moved himself even closer to you, and you didn’t decline. He wrapped his arms around you, slowly dragged your body closer to his.

‘Im finally home’ he whispered and placed a kiss on the tip of your nose. You twitched slightly under his touch and smiled. He softly moved to your lips and started kissing you. Your brain went numb, your stomach flipped again and the butterflies started. His lips were so much softer now, his tongue so tempting trying to break into your mouth. But you let him. You got closer to him, he wrapped himself even more around you and you get kissing and the passion started growing in between the two of you, until one of you broke the kiss and cooled the atmosphere off. He turned you around and his body stuck to you. And because he was still slightly drunk and tired after an entire day of chaos, he stuck his nose behind your ear and whispered 'Goodnight Jagiya' and he closed his eyes. Both of you fell asleep, tangled together for the very first time.

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Its been a month, exactly a month since he came home. 17th of November. The air has gotten really cool, there was occasional snow but never really lasted for good. It was the evening and you were walking down the road, towards a near by park with your not so new anymore - husband. You weren’t holding hands, because it was already risky to be outside together like that but it was really, really late and it seemed like the perfect weather for a walk. You could never shut up. Both of you. You absolutely adored each other and everyday whether it was on the phone or in person, at home would debrief about your day and what have you been up to and sometimes even shared pictures of what interested you or when either of you something interesting to discuss with one another. Your relationship remained a secret and you were both really happy about it. There was only one rule. Every time when Hobi came home, he was obligated to keep his ring on. Because he couldn’t really wear it outside even for the walk, it was too risky. But at home, at both of your sanctuary it was a very important part of his routine of coming home.

‘I can’t believe it has already been a month since I got discharged’ Hobi said to you, slowly walking by your side.

‘I know! It has been so crazy, but I haven’t regretted anything. Every since we met, ever since we got married. Even the wait, it was all worth it’ you smiled at him and you focused your eyes on him. It was a really good time to confess but you were really nervous, so you just kept putting it off.

‘Thank you for waiting for me. And for the faith you put into our very early on relationship that I feel has bloomed into something really beautiful’ he couldn’t stop smiling and giggling. He was so relieved and happy and finally felt like home.

You decided you won’t confess this time around and the two of you wondered around the park for a little longer and finally made your way back home.

You still haven’t done the deed, but every time the both of you went to sleep next to each other, you both wondered to make a move. Today however, coming home from that walk some kind of heavy, humid steamy atmosphere built up in the lift. You had your back to one side of the wall and he stood and was staring at your through the lifts mirror. When it finally made it to your floor and the door made a very specific sound, both of you rushed out of it towards your apartments door. Both just occasionally checking on each other. And when the door finally slammed behind you and both of you were safe at home, it all turned into chaos. His lips on yours, your lips on his neck, his hands undoing your bra under layers of clothes, your hand tangled into his slightly longer now hair. Both of you grasping air in between the passionate kissing and then it just slipped. Just like that.

‘God, I love you so much’ you moaned into his face. Hoseok froze. He didn’t move, he stopped his hands were they were at the time, he opened his eyes and locked them with yours. Both of you still heavily breathing, just staring at each other.

‘Come here, let me show you how much I love you’ he smirked back at you and picked you up bridal style, continued to aggressively kiss your lips whilst he made his way to your homes master bedroom, he shut the door behind the both of you and whispered to you ‘We won’t be leaving here for a while’.

[vanmarkus]

Your gifsets made me remember buck did have some hot scenes with taylor and pleeease that's all I want with tommy too. Domestic bliss and softness yes please but also 🔥

yeah Buck had a lot of heated scenes, the most out of all characters i think and i'm hoping that that trend won't end anytime soon cuz phew 😮‍💨

[soephiphany]

The one with the petnames

Jungkook x f!reader ( i did this thinking bout me, that's why it's f)

Warning: just fluff and a very slight make out

A/n: It's small and sweet, hopefully

(it got me delulu tho, when i was reading back)

This old btw, from like one or so month ago,

Ik, I've been inactive, sorry:/

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"... And so, i told her to look on the other sec-" you stared at the man in front of you "Jungkook, are you listening?"

He took his gaze from your soft legs back to your face "yeah"

"I see that"

"No, i am listening" he nods and continues the little patterns he was making on your legs "Anyways... Than she say that it wasn't available anym-"

"How can it be so soft?" He blurted out, not thinking but deep in thought.

"What? ... The book..?" "Nuh uh" Jungkook shakes his head with a little grin "You"

"What?" You couldn't hide your flustered face with your poor fidgeting and honestly it's annoying how easy flustered he gets you.

"I mean.. Your skin-no, your legs- Hm-Yeah, it's soft.. " he stutters his way out with a pink tint laying on his cheek and you let out a chuckle you barely tried to hide. You guide your fingertips through his beautiful inked arm all the way to his gorgeous and silky dark locks "You're so cute, Kook"

The doe eyes turns a bit wide with the unsual nickname. It's not like you aren't affectionate with him, you just can't gather yourself up enough to call him Kook without laughing - cause the word reminds you of a funny word in your mother language and you're also just not very fond with it- so the fact that you actually called him that sweet pet name he loves without scrunching your face up, it's a victory. He's too shy to make any word and already embarrassed for not being able to say it back -anything, really- so he just settle with hiding his face on your chest and giggling softly.

"I'm not"

"Your actions say otherwise" your chest vibrates with the sweet chuckle that rushes through your body. "Ya, Jungkook-ah, don't need to be shy" you tease him winning a small pinch on your sides and he mumbles something that fades in your dress shirt -or better, his dress shirt-

"You really like that nickname, huh?" Finally being able to see your man again, you melt when your eyes meet his starry ones, so endearing and lovely.

"I love it so much" not true. It's true that he's very fond of it but it's not something he gets all worked up about, but oh, when you say it, it gives it a new meaning, a new light. Your bright smile send shiver down his form and he can't hold himself from kissing you. Very lightly, gently, like you're made of glass. "You're adorable" the whipped man mutters into your mouth and grins before drowning on you again. Your mouths connected like puzzles, his sweet tongue licking your bottom lip as you grasp his hair and lock your fingers in it, massaging his scalp. Humming into the kiss, Jungkook's tongue finally meets yours when you give him a open mouth kiss, enough for him to slide in. Lips wet with drool that doesn't actually leave your mouth, tongue's dancing the most beautiful song, love. He softly breaks the kiss, leaving some small pecks behind because he's never full of you.

"Please call me that forever" his bunny smile on display and his sleepy eyes, dozed out from all the love he was receiving.

"Do you like it that much?" His bangs falls on his forehead and on top of his eyes when he nods. You giggle and peck his mouth and that pretty nose of his "I got a better thing to call you" you whisper removing his bangs of his eyes.

"Hm, what is it?" He hums kissing lightly the corner of your mouth, then your nose, the bridge of your nose, temples, cheeks and lastly mouth, doing a dramatically 'muah' sound when he distance his face from yours.

"Husband" the way the letters slip out of your mouth making it look so natural has he thinking of how many times did you thought about it. A lot, you thought about it a lot. You love Jungkook, you can't imagine yourself without him, so what's better than have him forever? Being yours forever, just like you're his.

"I take back what i said" his hands travel through your sides as he moves your body gently until your legs are on each of his thighs making you straddle him "i want this one" he could drown on the sounds of your giggle and how it lights up the small candle underneath his heart, warming it.

"I like this one better too" he blinks slowly taking in every single thing you have, your embrace, your voice, smell, energy. He just wants all for him, forever.

"Soon, then" he thinks you're cute when your eye wide at his words.

"Soon?"

"Yeah, soon you'll be Mrs.Jeon, my beloved wife" the 'argh' sound you make cause him to throw his head back laughing, relaxing it in the head of the sofa (*sorry, idk how it calls in english*) and you take this opportunity to leave sweet pecks around his neckline, neck and jaw, creating a trail of love in his body, gently marking him yours.

"I can't wait... I love you, Jungkook" his eyes stop smiling as he stares at you frowning a bit.

"It's husband, not Jungkook" you laugh fidgeting the hem of his shirt in a shy manner.

"Okay, sorry." You take his face between your hands and gaze deep into his eyes "i love you, husband" and that's when he knew, he was down for.

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Just a lil something i wrote a while ago as a small thought and it's finally here :)

Yes I'm a simp and basically i don't really know how to do angst so big part (all) of my posts will be fluff,

I don't mind tho, I'm a hopeless romantic and i need to be fed.

Well, kisses and cheeses like we say in Brazil,

Soo Soo 🌼

[bts-scenarios-br]

domestic!bangtan - Spa Day em casa com o Hoseok

Avisos: gên. feminino, e beijos constantes

N/A: eu: "não criem expectativas talvez eu demore pra postar" eu tbm: *posto no mesmo dia* mas enfim, eu imagino que não vão reclamar k ENFIM BOA LEITURA AMO VCS ESPERO QUE GOSTEM E DSCP POR QUALQUER ERRO !! E ah: peguei o divisor de página daqui

“Okay, tenho as melhores mascaras que eu pude encontrar, os petiscos mais deliciosos, e o amor da minha vida, acho que eu tenho tudo.” O Hobi disse, entrando pela porta do seu apartamento, te fazendo rir e se levantar, pegando as taças que estavam na mesa de centro da sua sala.

“E eu tenho um vinho barato mas surpreendentemente bom, e o namorado mais lindo do mundo, então tenho tudo também.” Ele sorriu, te dando um selinho e pegando a taça da sua mão, logo já dando um gole. “Espero que você saiba que o rei da skin care aqui é você, então nosso sucesso está nas suas mãos.”

“Não se preocupe jagi, tenho tudo sobre controle.” Ele sorriu, se dirigindo até o quarto. “E mesmo que dê tudo errado e a sua cara fique toda deformada, eu ainda assim te acharei a mulher mais linda do mundo.”

“Jung Hoseok!” Você falou, soltando uma risada de nervoso, o que apenas o fez rir enquanto jogava a sacola que ainda segurava na cama, e colocava a taça de vinho com calma sobre a cômoda mais próxima. “Você está começando a me fazer me arrepender de ter aberto mão do meu cinema pra isso.”

“Cinema é para os fracos.” Ele falou, começando a camiseta que estava usando, e logo também a calça. “Nós seres superiores ficamos em casa e assistimos séries duvidosas na Netflix.” Você riu, vendo ele começar a vestir um conjunto de pijama que combinava perfeitamente com o que você já estava usando.

“Que exibido… mas te perdoo porque você é lindo.” O deu um selinho, se sentando na cama e elo observando enquanto terminava de se ajeitar.

“Já já você vai ter que me trazer outra taça de vinho pra eu me hidratar, porque do jeito que tá me secando…” Você soltou mais uma risada.

“Se ache menos, Hoseok.” Foi a vez dele rir.

“Vem, vamos deixar a banheira enchendo enquanto preparamos nossa pele.”

“Você tem certeza que essa não é aquelas máscaras que puxam até nossa alma pra sair, né?” Ele riu, aplicando de leve a mistura verde pelo seu rosto. “Ai faz cosquinha.”

“Sim, tenho certeza.” Ele disse, sorrindo e espalhando a máscara pelo seu nariz. “É apenas argila branca, e de uma marca muito boa, minha maquiadora que conseguiu pra nós.” Você concordou de leve com a cabeça. “Prontinho, acho que cobri tudo.” Ele disse, te olhando com um olhar de bobo apaixonado enquanto você se virava para o espelho e se segurava para não rir.

“Credo eu tô horrorosa.” Falou, e ele revirou os olhos.

“Você está linda, como sempre.” Se virou para ele, mas foi incapaz de levantar uma sobrancelha, então apenas o encarou sem expressão por alguns segundos, fazendo ele rir enquanto te entregava o potinho com a argila que antes passava no seu rosto. “Pega, agora é sua vez de passar em mim.”

Você tomou o potinho da mão dele, se sentando em cima da pia com a ajuda dele, que se encaixou no meio das suas pernas e descansou as mas dele nas suas coxas enquanto começava o seu trabalho. Mas o romance durou pouco, porque em poucos segundos ele começou a rir na sua cara.

“Desculpa, princesa, é que você tá muito perto e tá muito engraçado.” Você revirou os olhos.

“Eu disse que tava feia, e você querendo me enganar com aquele papinho…” Falou, de forma dramática, enquanto terminava de aplicar a argila nele. “Pronto.”

“Mas não está feia mesmo, só tá fofa.” Ele disse, se virando pro espelho, e você desceu da bancada, fazendo o mesmo. “Olha lá, você é a Fiona do meu Shrek.”

“Amor eu teria muito cuidado com o que diz, porque vamos estar dentro da água logo.” Você disse, tentando soar assustadora, mas não conseguindo por conta da sua risada.

“Meu Deus como assim ele estava lá com os pais dela??” Você disse, indignada.

“Eu já esperava isso, mas mesmo assim me arrepiei.” Ele respondeu, alcançando uma pequena castanha do apoio que tinha no meio da banheira e levando até a boca.

Vocês estavam embolados na banheira já há uns dois episódios do dorama que assistiam. Ele estava com as costas na borda da banheira e você sentada entre as pernas dele, enquanto olhavam fixamente para a tela do computador que tinham colocado em uma cadeira perto, e se decepcionaram quando a música indicando que o final tinha chegado.

“Olha, eu sei que ele é um demônio e tals, mas pelo Song Kang eu pecava de bom grado.” Disse, se levantando e alcançando o seu roupão que estava por perto, sorrindo quando ouviu a risada descrente do seu namorado.

“Se fosse eu falando isso eu estava sendo afogado nesse exato momento.” Ele disse, fazendo o mesmo que você.

“Não se preocupe, por você eu faria bem mais.” Disse, depois de se cobrir, segurando o rosto dele com ambas as mãos e distribuindo diversos beijos por toda parte. “Sabe que eu cometeria crimes passionais por você, né?” Ele riu, te dando um selinho. “É sério, se for por ti perco meu réu primário sem pensar duas vezes.”

“Eu me sinto lisonjeado, mas prefiro que minha namorada fique fora da cadeia.” Ele passou os braços pela sua cintura. “Mas que fique claro que eu jamais vou deixar você chegar perto do Song Kang.” Foi sua vez de rir.

“Quem precisa do Song Kang quando eu tenho o J-Hope??” Ele sorriu. “Okay, agora o que tem na nossa lista?”

“Tirar a máscara, vestir nossos pijamas, pedir uma pizza, e assistir outra coisa.” Ele disse, e você deu uma leve risada, beijando o canto da boca dele.

“Eu adoro o conceito dos programas coreanos.” Você disse, pegando mais um pedaço de pizza. “Jogos que não fazem o menor sentido, um grupo de pessoas completamente inesperado, e mesmo assim conseguem ser hilários.” Ele riu, dando um gole no vinho.

“É um dos nosso tesouros nacionais.” Você riu.

“Da próxima vez que for pra um quero que me leve junto.” Ele sorriu para você, de forma apaixonada. “Prometo que fico quietinha nos bastidores.”

“Do jeito que você é iria poder substituir os efeitos de risada sozinha.” Ele disse, te fazendo rir alto, mas jogar uma almofada nele.

“Cala a boca…” Ele riu, te puxando para perto.

“Calo só se me der beijinhos.” Ele falou, fazendo biquinho, e você revirou os olhos, mas cedeu ao pedido, o dando um selinho. “Só isso?” Ele disse decepcionado.

“Te dou mais se preparar nossa cama bem aconchegante para a gente dormir.” Você falou, e ele se levantou na hora, fazendo você rir.

“Me dá cinco minutos e estará pronta!” Ele gritou do corredor, te deixando com um sorriso bobo no rosto enquanto se levantava com calma, recolhendo os copos e os restos de piza e os levando para a cozinha.

É, talvez abrir mão do seu cinema tenha sido uma ótima ideia.