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lostbookmark · 4 months ago

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Summary: After a failed engagement, you move back home and reconnect with your friends. Maybe, just maybe you can find love with someone you never expected.

Pairing: Yoongi x F. Reader

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Swearing, Cheating (Not Yoongi), Fighting, Protected/Unprotected Sex, Toxic Past Relationship,

Genre: Enemies(?) to Lovers, Neighbors to Lovers, Small Town romance. Hurt-Comfort, Slight Angst, Romance

A/N: We made it to the end! I just want to thank everyone who took the time to read, comment, reblog, and sent me messages. I appreciate every single one of you! I hope I'll see some familiar usernames next week when I start to post The Game of Healing!

Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR MAN!!!

One year later…..

You've been busy. After much debate and vetoing Jin's suggestions of business names, which all consisted of his name in the title. The seven men finally settled on Crust & Crumbs, a Tannie Farms restaurant and bakery or…..just Crust & Crumbs. It came together a lot quicker than everyone thought. You ended up doing double duty teaching during the day and baking late into the night. You even went in way too early to help prep for the day for your assistant Joshua to take over during school hours. You were absolutely worn out during that time. Yoongi had begged and begged you to quit teaching, but you were too stubborn for your own good, and you refused, thinking that you for sure could handle doing both jobs. Until one night, you and Joshua were working late on a big order of bread. You had passed out. The stress and the exhaustion finally caught up to you. You made Joshua promise that he wouldn't tell Yoongi, and he didn't. He told Jungkook, who in turn told Tae, who told Jimin, who told Joon, who told Jin, who told Hobi and Hobi, ratted you out. They were worse than the old ladies in town.

Yoongi was furious when he found out. When he confronted you, you tried to lie to him, which didn't end well. The two of you just ended up yelling at one another until you finally broke down in tears, admitting that you were tired. That night, he held you as you cried yourself to sleep on his chest. After a serious talk with both Yoongi and Joon, you officially left your teaching position with less than a month left of school. You would be lying if you said you didn't miss your kiddos, but you were happy to be moving on. It was just another new chapter in your life that you were building, and that was a good thing.

In addition to your breads, jams, and cakes that you were ‘known’ for, you have expanded your menu thanks to your grandmother's recipes. Cinnamon rolls, donuts, and now, most recently, pretzels have been added to your menu. Your orders were never ending with baking for the restaurant, grocery stores, and local orders for customers. You stayed busy. Joshua was amazing as an assistant, knowing exactly what he needed to do before you had to tell him. Kook jumped in regularly to help out, and surprisingly, so did Yoongi, but that wasn't a regular thing. Yoongi has since hired an additional bakery assistant Felix, but he was still quite new and learning. However, you couldn't complain. Everything was coming together nicely.

“Last batch,” Joshua says, scraping dough from a large metal mixing bowl onto the metal counter in front of you.

“Good,” you sigh in relief. “Maybe we can get out of here early tonight. Jin just closed and is all set for tomorrow.”

“Sure,” he tells you in a rather unconvincing way.

“It could happen,” you say, as you start kneading the dough.

“Oh, darling dear,” Jin says, walking into the back of the bakery. “We need to leave.”

“What?” You ask. “I'm kind of up to my elbows in dough right now.”

“Yoongi had a small…..accident,” Jin explains, and you swear your heart stops. “He's in the emergency room.”

“Go,” Joshua says, “I'll call Felix. He can help me, and I'll show him how to close up.”

With a quick thank you, you run to your office, grabbing your bag and jacket before you follow Jin out to the parking lot. Jumping in your car, you race to the hospital. You shake your head thinking about all the things that could have gone wrong for him to end up there. Did you get run over by a tractor? Cut a finger off? Oh dear god, what happened?

Jin has his hand in yours as you both scurry down the hallway quickly to Yoongi's Room. Entering, you see everyone else minus Kook there. They look between you and Yooongi as they take a step back for you to enter the room fully.

“I told you not to call her,” Yoongi grumbles, lying halfway up in his hospital bed, holding his shoulder on his arm that is currently in a sling.

“I didn't,” Hobi said, shaking his head. “I called Jin.”

“Um, I think she would notice that something was wrong,” Jimin said, rolling his eyes.

“What happened?” You ask, sitting next to him on the white sheets.

“Nothing serious,” Yoongi says, giving you a quick glance before looking at anything else. “Don't worry about me.”

“He fell,” Tae said, speaking up. “He was up on a ladder trying to grab something, and he fell after a rung on the ladder broke.”

“Tae,” Yoongi says warningly. “I'm fine. It doesn't even hurt. It's just a small bruise.”

“Then why did you swear so loudly after you landed?” Hobi asked, earning himself a glare from your blonde boyfriend.

“His shoulder is dislocated,” Joon says, giving you the information that you needed. “Doctor popped back in. He said it shouldn't require surgery, but he's going to need physical therapy.”

“This is ridiculous. I'm fine,” Yoongi snaps. “Everyone is making a big deal out of nothing. I didn’t even want to come here. I don't need physical therapy.”

You place your hand on his leg, gently rubbing your thumb back and forth, making Yoongi pull away from you a little. If you were stubborn, he was obstinate. You don't take it to heart. You know he is hating all the attention on him. It was then that Kook entered the room with an ice cream sandwich. Looking at him, you notice a few of his fingers were a splint.

“Kook, what happened?” You ask, getting off the bed, approaching him to get a closer look at his fingers.

“I tried catching Yoongi,” he tells you, looking at his hand. “Broke two fingers.”

“You should have seen him try to Superman dive to get to him,” Jimin said with a laugh. “Yoongi landed on him.”

“I got there too early,” Kook said with a shrug and a bite of his ice cream sandwich.

You pat Kooks back, and look back at your boyfriend who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here at the moment. He refuses to look at you. Instead, he stares at some poster on the wall about hand washing and how to properly do it. You won't let him off the hook about this. You're upset that he did not want them calling you, and you won't let him downplay his pain. If you have to be open about your struggles, then so does he, but that conversation will wait for later. Now, you just want to focus on getting him back to his place and getting him comfortable. You just have to get out of this damn hospital first.

“Why does our road have to be so fucking bumpy?” Yoongi groans, as Jin and Hobi help him get into bed.

You watch as he slowly climbs on the bed, with Jin trying to support most of his weight without falling over himself. Yoongi finally lies back against his pillows with a sigh and closes his eyes. You crawl up next to him with a pain pill from the bottle that you stopped at the hospital pharmacy for and some water for him to take. The rest of your friends stood around the room carrying on like normal. Jin and Hobi were fussing over Yoongi, trying to fix his pillows as he tried to swat them away with his good arm. Tae, Jimin, and Kook were messing around and almost knocked over a lamp, causing Joon to hurd them away from anything breakable while trying not to break something himself.

“Can everyone leave? Thank you for everything, but please….please just go,” Yoongi asks loudly, and you don't blame him. He just wanted to relax. You both know that your friends can be….too much sometimes. Everyone turns toward the door, and you attempt to get off the bed to follow them after placing his water and pill down. “Not you.” He says, tugging on your jacket, not allowing you to leave. You have to catch yourself from falling backward onto the bed.

“Sorry,” Jin said, speaking for everyone. “I'll call Y/N tomorrow and check in. Get some rest.” As he ushered everyone out the door with a small wave, Yoongi gave a deep sigh and looked at you.

“You scared me,” you tell him, handing him a pill and water once more. “You don't even want to know what I thought when Jin said you were in the emergency room. This was way worse than my little exhaustion spell.”

“Sorry,” he said, taking the pill and then drinking the water. He shifts on the bed, trying to get comfortable, but he grabs his shoulder, hissing in pain. “This fucking hurts! Stupid old ass ladder. I should have replaced it a long time ago.”

“What do you need me to do?” You ask, taking his water from him and placing it on the nightstand. “Do you want me to get your jeans off? Get you comfortable.”

“I'm not in the mood,” he said pathetically.

“Ha, ha,” you say sarcastically, but he nods his head yes. Helping him take his pants off, you throw them in his dirty clothes basket across the room. “Anything else?”

“Sponge bath,” he jokes.

“Maybe tomorrow,” you joke back, and he gives his fist a little pump of victory.

Laying there, he purses his lips. Leaning over him, you quickly peck his lips, but he whines when you pull away from him. Smiling, you lie down next to him, smoothing his hair off his face. Yoongi slips his hand into yours and looks down at your interlocked fingers with a confused look.

“What's all over you?” He asks.

“Oh, dough,” you say, looking down at yourself. You had hard pieces of dried dough on your hands, flour all over your pants. You looked pretty messy after needing to literally run out of the bakery earlier. “Joshua and Felix are going to finish up tonight. I should go back to my place and shower.”

“You know if you just….moved in here….you wouldn't have to leave all the time,” Yoongi tells you.

“Do you know what you are saying? Has the pill kicked in?” You say laughing a bit awkwardly.

“I know what I'm saying,” he defends himself. “I've been wanting to ask you, but I wasn't sure if you would want to. I mean, your place is just a storage locker at this point. I don't like you over there by yourself.”

“Are you sure?” You ask quietly, and he nods his head, confirming his words. “Okay, yes.”

“Thank god,” he says with a soft smile. “Hobi's taking over your contract with Kook and is going to move in this weekend. If you had said no that would have fucked up our plans.”

“Hobi, huh?” You ask, shaking your head as you get off the bed to head back to your place. “I knew he loved you more.”

“Hey,” Yoongi calls when you get to his doorway, making you turn to look at him. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you reply softly.

You truly do.

The kitchen was chaotic. Yoongi, in his sling, was sitting at the kitchen table with Joon in front of his laptop, looking at some pie charts. Jungkook and Jin were standing in front of the stove, arguing over something, pointing wooden spoons at each other. Tae, Jimin, and Hobi were doing some sort of little dance to the music coming from someone's phone. Yes, it was chaotic, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Hanging up your bag, you walk to the table, dropping a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek before moving to the stove.

“Try this,” Kook says, shoving some red sauce in your mouth.

“It's good,” you say, swallowing and nodding your head. You can't get another word in before Jin shoves sauce from his pan in your mouth. “That's good too, Jin.”

“But you like mine more, right?” Kook asks, as he goes back, stirring his sauce in the pan.

“I like them both,” you tell him.

“See, she loves us equally,” Jungkook says.

“But she's loved me longer,” Jin quips with a handsome smile.

“That might be true, but she loves me the most,” Yoongi sneaks into the conversation with a kiss on the neck, making you laugh as it tickles your skin.

“Hey,” Jin says, pointing his wooden spoon at Yoongi. “No need to be so smug about it, Min Yoongi now go have a seat, the food is done.”

Yoongi takes your hand, pulling over to the table, directing you to sit next to him. Hobi rushes to take the seat next to you, holding some sort of book in his hands. You look at him questioningly as he hands it to you.

“It's a scrapbook,” he explains, as you take the book from him and open it. “My mom's been really into crafting lately and made this for me.”

“Oh my,” you say, looking at the picture of the two of you as he opened the book and flipped to a couple of pages in. The two little six year olds with missing teeth smiling big for the camera were looking back at you. “That was your birthday party.”

There were so many memories there. Some you had forgotten about, and some remember just like it was yesterday. Summer vacations, ice skating, and school plays, they were all there. You giggle when you come across one with you, Hobi, and Jin helping your grandmother bake. The three of you were a mess, covered in flour as your grandma smiled on.

“It's like you've come full circle,” Yoongi says, placing his hand on your thigh , looking at the picture before you turn the page.

“Oh, shit,” you say, bursting out laughing, making Yoongi groan in displeasure . “Look at your hair. I don't even remember this.”

A young Min Yoongi stood with you and Jin along with some other kids that you recognize. However, you don't see Hobi, nor do you recognize the building that you were all standing in. Looking closer, you try and see what is in the background of the picture.

“The roller skating rink in 8th grade,” Yoongi supplies for you. “I think it was at the end of the school year.”

“Yup, I fell and had to get my knee bandaged,” Hobi says, laughing. “I haven't skated since.”

“I truly don't remember going,” you say, looking at yourself.

“I was going to ask you to skate with me, but I chickened out,” Yoongi says, rubbing your thigh. You look back at the picture, then back at him and to Jin, who was plating everyone's dishes.

“Oh my gosh….I ran into a wall and fell down,” you say as a memory comes back to you. You remember colorful lights in the darkened room as you skated round and round, laughing with Jin right next to you as you fell down. “Jin was laughing at me when I couldn't get back up. You…”

“Skated over and helped you up,” he finished, blushing a little.

You look at him, not knowing what to say. Why couldn't you have noticed that he liked you so long ago? Why did you put yourself through so much heartache? Suddenly, Jin puts a plate in front of you, taking the photos away from you, making both you and Hobi pout.

“Eat now and look later,” Jin scolded, walking away. “I don’t want the food to get cold.”

Yoongi removes his hand from your leg as he starts to eat. You follow his lead, digging into your own plate as everyone falls into conversation. It was comfortable. It was everything you always wanted.

If someone asked you when you were younger what home was, you would have answered that it was your house where you lived with your parents. Home was with your grandmother as she made grape jam on her stove and freshly baked bread. A couple of years ago, you would have said it was the fancy penthouse where you lived with Changkyun. Now, you could say it was listening to Tae trying to convince Yoongi to get cows for the farm. It's Jin and Jungkook bickering over food as they make a mess in your kitchen. It was Joon always being your voice of reason, while Jimin was the little devil on your shoulder, making you get out of your comfort zone. It was Hobi and his never-ending love for you. It was also, more importantly, Yoongi. Yoongi, who showed you that you could give your heart away again even though you were scared. It was sleeping next to him every night feeling safe, loved, and respected. He showed you love didn't have to hurt or be condescending. His love was warm and whole. He was home. He was your home.

“Hey, you okay?” Yoongi asks quietly as he leans into you.

“Yeah,” you say, kissing him quickly. “Perfect.”

“Y/N, tell your boyfriend that Mary would be happy at the farm,” Tae tells you.

“Mary?” Yoongi asks, sounding defeated. “Did you name your non-existent cow?”

“They have to have names,” Tae says seriously, making you smile.

You continue to eat your food. Yoongi leans back in his chair, continuing his debate with Tae. His hand goes to your leg once more, his thumb rubbing circles over your pants. You place your hand on top of his. Threading your fingers through his from above. Yes, this was home.

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inklore · 2 years ago

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put on a show

premise: you like people watching you turn into a pitiful mess of need and desire, and hobie likes being the cause and effect of it.

pairing: hobie brown x (f)reader

word count: 2.3k

contents: established relationship, they’re both camstars, badly written british talk probably, unprotected p in v, coming inside, dirty talk, light choking, hobie has tongue and nipple rings because i said so, oh and tattoos, praise.

note: finally putting this out into the world instead of in my head, enjoy, eat it up, and thank my bby sil for sending in this request that made my brain short circuit.

You had seen Hobie first.

Or rather, that’s the story he insists be told when your friends ask how you two met.

That it was you who was bored after your own stream one night and scrolled through the lives and found him. Stumbled upon him by luck, and your tongue heavy and dry in your mouth when you saw his tattooed chest, body leaning back against a deep purple sofa. The sheer-ish look of the velvet made his body look ethereal with him perched on it—knees spread as his fist lazily stroked himself.

As if it were nothing. As if the piercings on his face and nipples, his thick hair, and the black studded collar around his neck didn’t make him look like a fallen angel. Like the users commenting on how hot he looked or how beautiful his cock was, it meant nothing over the comments of people cracking jokes with him and making the corner of his lips pull up in a smirk as he held a teasing conversation with them.

A conversation you would have with a friend. Fully clothed. Maybe around a slice of pizza.

Not completely nude with your hand around your cock.

And maybe that’s when you first fell in love with him.

When you stayed for his quick quips and banter with his fans rather than watching him get off.

Of course, until you actually watched him get off.

Watched the way his bottom lip hung open, brows furrowed, heels digging into the cushions of the couch as his hips bucked up into his fist. As his breath and words became heavier, more incoherent, and harder to understand with his accent, the closer he got. The harder he fucked up into his hand.

The noise he made when he came, spurts of his come decorating his tattooed skin, was all you needed to see to know Hobie had pushed his way to the top of your—possible—favorite things to get off to list; your fingers typing out the only word you could think of into the chat: beautiful.

“Looks like we've gotta celebrity in the room with us.” He smirked while reading your username. Thanking his tippers before giving everyone a salute and signing off.

His words indicated that Hobie had seen you first.

That the story you tell is missing the prelude of it where Hobie tells them how he’d watched your streams before you’d ever watched his. Something he keeps between the two of you when he’s between your legs murmuring against your thighs about how he loved watching the men in your chat section be at your mercy from even a flash of your pretty pussy.

And while you remember vividly the first time your eyes set on Hobie, it’s harder for you to fully comprehend how the two of you got here.

Together.

Streaming together.

A couple.

Who fucks for all to see on the internet.

Strangers begging Hobie to leave his teeth marks in the globes of your ass, and within those same seconds, others are begging you to edge him with your mouth until he’s a swearing, groaning mess.

You’d never tell your friends the nitty gritty details of it all. A simple “yeah, I found his stream first and the rest is history” is better than “yeah, I found his stream first and now he fucks me into the mattress of our shared bed and turns my ass towards the camera to show everyone his come dripping from my pussy”.

So you keep it simple if anyone asks.

And give the rest away to strangers.

To people who want both you and Hobie equally.

Who send in tip after tip that one would think is the reason the two of you do this. Why you keep coming back and giving them what they want.

You’d asked Hobie once why he likes to stream, among his other decently paid jobs—modeling, gigs with his band—that he could be doing steadily rather than this. He had told you that some scout manager for some big modeling agency tried to sign him after a show he did. Talked a big game about money and getting him in the clothes of real designers, the ones that mattered, only to end the conversation by saying how ‘his body, his rules’ only worked when you were with an agency that mattered.

So Hobie, being Hobie, proved him wrong.

Stuck it to every fake body positive agency out there by putting himself—his full self—on display on the internet, only for sales of the upcoming designers he was modeling for to be trending worldwide before the clock struck midnight.

It made your reason for streaming a little less proactive.

“You like it when people watch you make a total mess out of ya self don’t you, love?” He asks, his accent thick and deeper when you have his cock in your mouth like this. With your back splayed across the bed, your head hangs from the edge as Hobie uses your throat. As his hips create a pattern of thrusting slowly, then hard. The slow strokes move the underside of his dick against your tongue in a languid way that makes you moan around him as you savor its weight. The hard strokes burn your throat and make tears stream down into your hairline as spit and precome mix at the sides of your mouth and chin.

All you can do is nod around him. Eyes blurry and doe like as you look up at him from upside down. See the lopsided grin he’s giving you. See his stomach muscles tighten and move each time he hits deeper in your throat than the last, your throat constricting around him, unwilling to take him any further until he repeats the stroke and it grows accustomed to him being there, welcoming him with a whimper and your hips canting down against the bedspread.

And he was right.

You loved people watching you look totally consumed. Fucked out and raw with pleasure and need.

It was your favorite part of it all—before Hobie.

Watching the chat come alive with praises and degradations, from how you fucked yourself into exhaustion and delirium with a vibrator or the slow grind you would do against your pillow that always turned you into a whimpering mess.

You wanted people to see you in that weakened state. To be in awe of how badly you wanted to come or be fucked.

And Hobie loved watching you almost as much as he loved being the one to make you enter that state of delirium with just a swipe of his thumb across your bottom lip or a bite of your nipples. He loved doing the little things that would work you up to the point of your pretty eyes begging him for more—to be rougher, to go faster.

It’s why the two of you made the perfect team.

The perfect show.

He loved someone who was addicted to what he had to give, and you loved everyone watching you take whatever he was willing to give you.

And you both loved how heady the sight of each other's pleasure made you. How good Hobie looked with his head back between his shoulders, a hard swallow making his throat bob, groans slipping from his wet lips as you sucked on the tip of his cock as he pulled it out of your throat. Your tongue laced with the taste of his precome.

Hobie's eyes light up as he runs his thumb along your wet bottom lip, leaving a trail of your mixed saliva down your chin and up to your neck, where his fingers splay across the column of it. His rings warm against your heated skin. The involuntary intake of breath your lungs make when he adds the slightest bit of pressure makes his cock twitch.

Makes him want to fuck your throat with his hands right here so he can feel himself, feel how you fight back your body's survival need to struggle with something being that deep past your tongue. How you ignore it and do the opposite by moaning around him.

You look messy, dazed, and all his.

As much as he craves to paint your tongue with his come tonight, with one sidelong glance at the screen, he can see that your fans want to see his come somewhere else. Somewhere that’s already wet and making you squirm when he reaches over your body and cups your pussy against his palm.

Two fingers slip past your lips, making you mewl and squirm as your thighs clamp around his wrist. Your clit swollen and sensitive from his earlier abuse of it; his mouth attached to your pussy, the metal in his mouth aids in the friction of your hips to get him to where you were greedy to have him, and the metal nicking your clit in just the right way to make your back bow.

“Should we show’em how soaked this pretty pussy is?” He hums against your chest as his pierced tongue runs along the mounds of your boobs before rolling against a nipple. Your body contorting against him; a whine the only answer you can give. Hobie grins against your skin, “thought so.”

The embarrassment someone might feel to be now on their knees, chest to the bed, ass in the air, and Hobie’s fingers running through their wetness, has long since left your body. Embarrassment didn’t belong in this line of work or in your relationship with him. The two of you were like open books read and reread, pages torn out and dogged eared. He knew your dark parts just as well as you knew his light parts.

So with the squelch of his fingers fucking into you, your entire bottom half facing the camera and giving everyone the perfect view and show of your arousal, of just how wet you had gotten from Hobie down your throat, makes you moan into the bed. Makes you beg him to fuck you.

“Has she earned it, do ya think? Should we fuck this desperate pussy?” Hobie laughs at something, something you can’t see or even be jealous of not seeing because you’re too busy pushing back on his fingers. Too busy looking just as desperate as he describes. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” You feel his lips press against one of your cheeks before his teeth bite into the muscle, making you squeal.

And with one quick movement, you're pulled in the other direction, your ass flush against his pelvis as he thrusts into you.

The noise you make sounds more like a wounded animal meeting its end than something graphically sexy. But you know they’re eating it up. That Hobie loves it. If the way he starts out at a hardened pace is any indication of the matter. His fingers and rings dig into your hips as he fucks you; he doesn’t even have to pull your hips to him because your body is doing the work for him. Pushing back on him. Meeting him halfway and making his cock drive harder and deeper into your pussy.

“Sounds so fuckin pretty, doesn’she?” Hobie leans over your ass and presses a few kisses to your spine before reaching up to grip your shoulder. One of his legs bent up at the knee, giving him more leverage as he pounds into you. “She feels fuckin’ amazing, mates.” He groans, “god. The way she grips my cock like her pussy is tryna pull me in further, and further,” his thrusts accentuate his words as his hips snap harder and at a new angle now. Making you sob into the bed. Your fingers are messing up the fabric of Hobie’s comforter. “Such a greedy pussy.” An airy laugh falls against your skin as his mouth bites at your shoulder.

Making your stomach flutter and your body hang at that precipice.

It only takes a few more strokes and his thumb against your clit and you’re coming. Crying out as your body finally crashes down from that pleasurable high. That need finally being sedated and brought to a place of calming satisfaction. Like a wound being licked clean. Taken care of by the one thing, the one person, who could make the ache bearable.

“Good girl,” Hobie grunts into your ear. “S’fuckin good,” he says in that deep octave that makes your body swoon. Makes those sparks of arousal hang on longer and longer as he continues to fuck you. As his hips snap and fingers pull you back onto his cock until he’s coming undone. Until curses are mixed with your name and he’s praising you and your pretty pussy for taking him.

And when he turns you around again, your ass back in view of your fans—the people you’re sure are going crazy in the chat right now. Their praises, their jealousy, and their tips all ping ponging through the chat.

God she’s such a good little slut isn’t she

Fuck you filled her up nice

Make her choke on it next time

$100 pounds if you eat it out of her mate

Ya’ll are amazing!

Your body shudders when you feel Hobie’s fingers run through your sensitive lips, the squelch of his pointer and index pushing into you—the smallest hisses breathed out from your lungs from the sting of your swollen hole—gathering the remnants of his come on his fingers.

“Look at the camera, love.” Hobie says softly, soothes a hand at the back of your neck to give your head a more comfortable position as you move yourself, but keep your ass in the air. He doesn’t even have to tell you to open your mouth for him; no need for silent orders. You just do it. Happily. His fingers press down onto your tongue as you wrap your lips around them and suck off his come.

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the-kr8tor · 1 year ago

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First time request!

Hobie reading thirst tweets on buzz feed 🙊

Why did this idea randomly 💭into my head? IDK DONT ASK

Thank you for requesting! 😘😘

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing) Famous AU/ Band AU (?) Actor AU, CW suggestive, Fluff.

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“‘I wanna live in his knickers’ alright, how would you fit inside though?” You laugh loudly as Hobie reads a comment printed on a tiny slip of paper. “Think of the logistics, love” you guffaw, the sound echoing in the studio, you kind of feel bad for the audio people in the back.

You choke on your own spit from laughing so much, Hobie pats your back gently while he chuckles. “Bloody hell, look what you've done–” he squints at the username on the paper, his eyes widen at the crude name, he folds it in half to put it away. “‘m not even gonna read that out loud”

“What? why? Is it that bad?” You try to reach over him to try and sneak a peek.

“Not for your innocent eyes, lovie.” he flicks the paper away, it swishes away, slowly falling down on the carpeted floors.

You see the camera crew stifling a laugh from your peripheral as Hobie puts his whole hand over your face. The sheer size of it covers your entire face.

“This is why the last comment says your hands would look great as a necklace.” Your voice is muffled by his hand, now you feel bad for the audio editors.

“Well that one is more logical” he takes his hand off your face, wiping his hand on your too expensive blouse, pretending that your drool is sticking on his palm.

“This is vintage, Hobie” you say in between giggles. He rolls his eyes while he takes a piece of paper from your bowl.

He rests his chin on your shoulder as he holds the comment in front of you to read. You reach behind to gently scratch his nape.

“‘Please step on me, Y/N. Oh and Hobie can join too’” you two laugh simultaneously. Your stomach hurts from all the laughter.

Hobie leans too far back, too engrossed in his laughing. With a thud he falls off the stool, his legs raised like a cartoon character that slipped on a banana peel.

You gasp, hearing loud laughter from the crew that makes you laugh too as you see him put up a thumbs up with a goofy smile on his face.

“You look bloody fit in this angle” he flirts, the only comment from today's shoot that made butterflies fly in your stomach.

“Charmer” you're surprised that you managed to say a word as your cheeks heat up. Lending him a hand, you raise him back to his feet awkwardly.

His hand stays on yours, holding it tenderly, squeezing it three times while he looks at you longingly. “Let's get this over with so you can step on me right after.” He whispers.

“Hobie!” You hope they stopped filming because of his blunder.

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June 1, 2025 -

Tae is active on Weverse, the first day of pride month! He changes his name to Elio on Weverse.

And explained his reasoning for the change:

Some are trying to say this is based off an unreleased Disney animation, and some are excusing this as a name picked in childhood, never mind the fact it doesn’t make sense for a Korean child to pick an Italian name in an English fairytale school (credit to Sneaky Ninja on Twitter for wording this perfectly). There’s also this to debunk that theory -

Tae has been referencing the queer film, “Call Me By Your Name” since 2019, with the main character’s name being Elio. While I usually add a disclaimer for speculative content, I don’t feel it’s necessary this time. Tae mentioned “Elio” on the first day of Pride Month, a direct nod to a film he’s expressed affection for over the years. To me, the message is clear, regardless of how others might try to interpret it differently. It would be a disservice not to acknowledge how consistently Tae has referenced CMBYN, so here’s a recap:

On May 30, 2019, on the heels of pride month, Tae first mentions the movie to Hobi during a Weverse live:

https://x.com/taekookfolder/status/1137487710787112965?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

And on the same day, he played the OST for the movie while pretending to play the piano:

https://x.com/bts_twt/status/1134534511591612418?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg Recap - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2019/625212551783907328

On June 9, 2020 (also during pride month) Tae reads Elio’s father’s important message. For me personally, this was the biggest individual statement from Tae.

https://x.com/courtjester_tk/status/1929136113425223815?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg https://x.com/jinniestae/status/1270609532029267968?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg Recap - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2020/625387601649713152

The next day after reciting this impactful speech, Tae goes on Weverse and says, “I want to be happy too🥺.”

https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2020/625387582497439745/june-10-2020-in-a-suspicious-chain-of-events

On September 4, 2023, Tae’s song “Rainy Days” is cited to follow the “tomato girl summer” trend, which was inspired by movies like “Call Me By Your Name.”

Recap - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2023/727548456756035584

On January 29, 2024, Tae’s hairstylist, Mujin, interviewed with Harper’s Bazaar Korea. He shares that Tae’s style and the concept of the pictorial were planned in advance, with the male, coming of age, romantic drama “Call Me By Your Name” (CMBYN) being an inspiration (and also the movie “Blue Is the Warmest Color”.

Recap - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2024/741046153074950144

On July 9, 2024, photos from Tae’s “Type 1” were revealed. One photo was the Hello Kitty plushie that he and Jk share, but he was also photographed in an Allsaints “love my way” shirt. The collection celebrates different love stories, is based on the song “love my way” by the psychedelic furs, and was used as a soundtrack in “Call Me By Your Name.”

Recap - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2024/756824652406554624

In addition, Tae responds to two JK profile photos. The first user also has “Ku” in their name. I really like the adorable theory between the username, Jk photo, and the fact it was taken when Taekook were spending time together before Jk flew to Qatar (and also because Tae consistently sets boundaries with fans), that his response to the Weverse post is more playful and geared “for” Jk, rather than a fan. Of course, this is speculative but it was a cute thought on the timeline that I wanted to share since it made me smile. Nevertheless, the important thing to note is Tae responded to a Jk profile photo, which was a photo taken during their private time together before Jk’s big trip to Qatar. See Weverse message (two translations), Tae’s response and expanded profile photo he responded to):

For the above photo, as mentioned above, this was a photo that was shared directly on Tae’s IG stories. The next day, Jk flew to Qatar to promote the World Cup.

recap of this photo - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2022/718948446462148608

The other Jk profile photo Tae responded to: