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minisugakoobies · 10 months ago

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Thank you, Steph!! 💕

Cheap Wine & Second Chances | JHS

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst (just a lil'), friends to lovers, the one that got away, non-Idol!AU, Valentine's!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, drinking, dirty dancing, thigh riding, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), rough fucking

Word Count: 8K

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Valentine’s Day has brought Hoseok, your best friend from college, back into your life. Is this your second chance to get the one that got away?

A/N: Written as part of the To All the Folks I’ve F*cked Before Valentine’s Day 2022 collab! Hosted by the amazing @dntaewithluv and including 7 different Valentine's Day stories in a choose your own adventure-style collaboration!

Unbeta'd as usual. I would love to hear what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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READ THE INTRO FIRST

His hair is darker now, and the years show more on his handsome face since the last time you saw him, the laugh lines around his eyes a little deeper. But you’d know that smile anywhere. It’s him. Jung Hoseok.

Your Hobi.

He bends to scoop up the box of chocolates and hands it back to you, and you stare at the perfect cupid’s bow of his lips as a laugh slips out. It takes you way too long to smile back, stunned as you are to see a ghost.

“Hobi?” you finally utter, barely registering that he handed you your chocolates.

“Hey Cinnamon,” Hobi replies, warm eyes crinkling. “Long time no see.”

That’s putting it mildly. It’s been years. More than a few. But that smile, that bright burst of sunshine, it hasn’t dimmed one bit. Even standing here in this dingy parking lot now, surrounded by grimy litter and rusty cars dripping oil onto the pavement, it hits you with as much joy as the first time you ever saw it.

Anthro 110, Human Origins. First day of classes, freshman year. Ever the eager student, you sat near the front of the room, laptop at the ready for note-taking.

As your classmates started to trickle in, you saw him. Clad in a hoodie and joggers, with fluffy chestnut hair, he sauntered in cheerfully, flashing the most gorgeous smile you’d ever seen. So beautiful, in fact, you nearly stopped breathing for a moment, unable to focus on anything else. Your eyes followed as he climbed the stairs before you realized you were basically staring and forced yourself to look away.

After briefly mentioning the syllabus, the professor wasted no time in getting right down to business. Your fingers flew across your keyboard as she began her lesson.

“Pssst. Hey. Excuse me?”

Typing furiously as your professor droned on, you first tried to ignore the gentle voice hissing behind you, but finally gave in. Turning, you looked over your shoulder, and were greeted by a sweet smile from the gorgeous hoodie guy.

“Sorry. But could I get a piece of gum? I saw you chewing some.”

You nodded, sliding the pack out of your pocket. He took one look at it and frowned. “Cinnamon? You don’t have any mint?”

“Are you seriously criticizing the free gum that you asked me for?” you retorted, slightly annoyed.

He blinked, lips twitching, and quickly took a stick. “Fair. Sorry. Thanks.” He smiled again, shining that brilliant beam on you to full effect, and your irritation quickly faded. You nodded, going back to your laptop.

You weren’t sure what was faster - your typing or the beating of your heart.

His name was Hoseok, you soon learned. And he was just as interested in anthropology as you were, constantly asking questions and engaging in fascinating discussions with your professor. One day after class, he asked you to join a study group he and a few other students were starting for midterms. Of course you said yes. The chance to spend more time with your crush sounded like a dream, even if you wouldn’t be alone.

The group only lasted long enough for you to ace your exams. But Hoseok kept showing up to the library at the agreed-upon time and so did you. Your conversations drifted from the origins of humanity to your personal lives. He told you to call him Hobi, and he insisted on calling you Cinnamon, because of your gum of choice, but also because you were a ‘little spicy’ - his words. The comment rolled off of you as a dumb joke, nothing more.

After all, Hobi was madly in love with his grade school sweetheart. She was one of his favorite topics of discussion at your one-on-one study sessions. From the sound of it, the two had been attached at the hip since they were toddlers, pushing each other over on playgrounds. Whenever he returned from a weekend trip home, he’d gush about her, telling you all the wonderful things she’d said or done, and you did your best to keep your crush buried deep, hoping your head bobs and well-timed laughs would be enough to keep him from knowing.

As winter melted into spring, the two of you spent most of your free time together, in the library, in the cafeteria, at so many parties, telling each other everything. Hobi was incredible, so open and caring that at times you found yourself wondering if you’d dreamt him up. How could someone that gorgeous also be so kind and so funny? Surely the cosmic balance had to be out of whack somewhere.

Parties made you wish you could blur the lines a little. Hobi loved to dance, and you were his favorite partner. To your deepest shame, you were never much of a dancer, but it never mattered because you had Hobi leading you.

God, the way he moved, flowing around you, guiding you with every step. You let him mold you, moving your arms, your hips, with his deft hands. Like a rock being worn smooth by running water, you became graceful under his touch.

You were never more jealous of his girlfriend than in those moments. Did he dance with her like that? Hold her the way he held you? That line of thought always inevitably led to you wondering if any of those slick moves of his found their way to her bed, so you tried to stop it before it could go too far.

Hobi took a dance class in the spring which culminated in a student showcase at the end of the semester. Naturally, you went to cheer him on. When the music for his routine started, all traces of your happy-go-lucky friend disappeared. The fierce look on his face as he performed sent goosebumps racing down your arms. As the audience roared their approval, that radiant smile you cherished so much returned. So it came as no surprise to you when he said he was adding dance as his minor.

At the beginning of your second year, Hobi and his friend Hyunwoo got an apartment together at the edge of campus. The tiny place was cramped, but that didn’t stop them from throwing parties there as often as possible. The best thing about the apartment was that Hyunwoo had figured out how to access the roof. Many nights were spent up there, side-by-side on the sagging cushions of an old couch they’d hauled up, drinking soju while laughing under the starry sky.

The roof was also the best spot to be alone if either of you needed to be consoled about your various woes. Like a week into the semester when Hobi mournfully announced that he and his girlfriend broke up.

“She just kept asking me, ‘Why study dance? What are you going to do with that?’” Hobi sighed, sneakers scuffing the rough surface beneath his feet, shifting uncomfortably with the memory of the break-up fight. He took a swig from the bottle of peach soju you were sharing.

“Uh, did you tell her you don’t have to ‘do’ anything with it right now?” you replied, shaking your head.

“She was only thinking of the future. As in money. She doesn’t expect me to make a living that way. I mean, fuck, I don’t even know if that’s what I want to do. But… I can’t be with someone who doesn’t believe in me, you know?” He shrugged, and the need to wrap him up in your arms became unbearable. You clutched his arm, giving him a half-hug as you rested your head on his shoulder. Hobi sighed again, pressing his cheek to your hair.

“I say this not as your best friend, but as a person with two eyes and a brain, Hobi. You are incredibly talented and intimidatingly passionate. With those two traits, you’re unstoppable, no matter what you choose to do. She’s a fucking idiot if she can’t see that. She’s also a fucking idiot if she’s only worried about your financial worth.” You paused. “Actually, I’ve got a whole list of reasons why she’s a fucking idiot, if you have the time.” Yanking out your phone, you swiped through an app. “Let me pull up my notes.”

Hoseok laughed. “Not necessary,” he declared, grabbing your cell and tossing it onto the couch next to him. “I don’t want to think about her anymore tonight. Let’s just enjoy the view.” He draped his arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his side again. “Thank you.”

“For what?” you asked, tipping your head back to peer up at him.

The city lights reflected in his eyes shimmered as he gazed back. “For everything. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

This was it. This was the moment. The moment.

The one where you confess your crush, reveal your feelings, and maybe even share your first kiss. The moment you’d dreamt of over and over.

Or, that would’ve been the moment, if it were still freshman year.

But it was sophomore year, and you’d met someone. Over the summer, while staying on campus to rehearse with the marching band, you’d become close to a classmate named Kihyun. He was smart and sexy and you had a lot of fun together.

Dating him didn’t stop you from hitting the dance floor with Hobi like you always did. No one else could ever measure up to your favorite dance partner.

Kihyun only lasted so long as a boyfriend, though. After him came Jooheon. Another cutie who made you swoon. You spent several weeks with him, too. But he had the same fatal flaw as Kihyun.

He wasn’t Hobi.

By the time you realized this and ended things with Kihyun, Hobi was in a relationship of his own. Same with Jooheon. Each time, that crush of yours stayed rooted right where it was, buried in your heart.

The year flew by. Hobi spent more and more time dancing, locking himself away in the practice rooms. Some nights, you’d pick something up from the cafeteria and take it to him, eating dinner together on the dance studio floor. In the spring, Hobi went to his advisor to discuss double majoring and was told there was no way he could do so and hope to graduate within four years. A gray cloud seemed to hang over him after that, causing you worry.

You tried your best to cheer him up, but your words couldn’t change the facts. When you saw the brochures on his desk from other schools, you knew what was coming.

“I’m transferring,” he finally blurted one night as the two of you laid on the couch on the roof.

You sat up immediately, feeling like you’d been socked in the gut. Predicting this moment didn’t make it hurt any less. “To where?”

To a university with a special program in cultural anthropology that allowed him to merge his majors. The fact that it was in another country gave him no pause. It was exactly what he wanted.

“Joy dumped me,” he informed you suddenly, bitterness creeping into his voice as he mentioned his latest girlfriend. “She flat-out said she doesn’t want a long-distance relationship. Even though we don’t live in the Stone Age and can still see each other thanks to that little thing called the internet.”

As much as you loathed the way she broke Hobi’s heart, Joy’s reluctance seemed… understandable. Plenty of your friends struggled to maintain relationships when their beloveds were in a neighboring city. Even with the incredible technology that could connect you, could it truly be the same when the person you loved was half a world away?

Hobi fell silent as he waited for your response. The uncertainty in his eyes surprised you. Was he afraid that you would protest, try to convince him to stay? How could you do that, when this was what he wanted? You couldn’t be that selfish.

“I’m so happy for you, Hobi,” you finally stated, smiling to sell it as best you could. Maybe if you smiled long enough, you could trick your heart into believing it, too. “Not about Joy, sorry that ended. But… you found a way to follow your passion. That’s amazing!”

As Hobi threw his arms around you in a relieved hug, you sighed. At least you sold him.

The rest of the semester came and went. Hyunwoo announced he was throwing a bon voyage party for Hobi after finals ended. Hobi made plans to head to the airport from the party, intending to spend a few weeks getting a lay of the land in his new home before classes started again. The thought of going from a party directly to a red eye flight to a foreign country filled you with anxiety, but to him, it sounded like a fun adventure. Besides, as he loved to tell you, he never wanted to be the last one to leave a party.

A horrible sadness settled over you the day of the party. A heavy weight, dragging you down. It rained most of the day, which you appreciated, the gloomy weather perfectly matching your mood.

Since you were staying on campus again for band, you’d picked up a job at a department store across town. Near the end of your shift, a coworker called out. As much as you didn’t want to risk missing Hobi, you were also dreading that final goodbye and needed a distraction, so you didn’t refuse the request to stay late.

Eventually you headed home, just enough time to get changed before the party. Traffic moved a little too slowly for your liking. Then it stopped completely. Unable to turn around, you were trapped, watching each minute tick by in a panic. What if you got there too late?

You frantically texted Hobi several times, letting him know the situation, and he replied in his typical soothing manner - no worries, I’m not leaving yet, I’ll see you when you get here. Trying to keep you calm, no doubt. It almost worked.

Once the cars in front of you began to move again, you changed direction, heading straight for Hyunwoo’s. Unwilling to wait for the elevator, you ran up several flights of stairs, panting by the time you reached his door. Catching Hyunwoo’s eye, you didn’t even have to say a word before he pointed to the ceiling.

Hobi stood alone near the edge of the roof. His jaw dropped as you burst through the door, probably at your disheveled appearance. But you didn’t care. You were just relieved that you didn’t miss him.

“Cinnamon! I told you you’d make it.”

“I almost didn’t,” you huffed slightly as you joined him. “What are you doing up here alone?”

Hobi gestured around him. “Enjoying one last look at the city.”

It was a beautiful view, for sure. All of campus stretched beneath you, verdant and majestic, stately buildings standing quiet in the night air, and beyond it, the bright neon glow of downtown blazed. Both of you were quiet for a few minutes as you took it all in. At least, he was taking it in. You were trying desperately to figure out what to say.

How do you tell someone everything you’ve been feeling for the last two years in only a few minutes?

“Have I ever told you my theory, about what makes someone a dancer?” Hobi spoke suddenly.

The question came out of nowhere. Caught off guard, you shook your head.

“Passion is important. So is commitment.”

“Flexibility,” you add, thinking of the many complicated moves Hobi could pull off with panache.

“Yeah, that too. But you can have all of those things and still not be a dancer if you don’t have timing.”

“Ah, I was just gonna guess that, but you beat me to it.”

Hobi smiled at your quip, but unlike his usual sunny grin, this one didn’t reach his eyes, and that terrible sadness crashed back down onto you again.

“Timing is everything. You can feel the music with your entire body, but if you can’t find the beat, sync to it, become one with it, then you’re not dancing. You’re just… flailing. You have to get the timing right.” He reached out and brushed a stray hair from your face. “We never got the timing right, did we?”

There was no need to try to sum up what had been locked in your heart for the last two years. With that simple question, Hobi told you that he felt the same.

Tears pricked your eyes as you shook your head.

“No,” you cleared your throat a little, hoping to keep the waver out of it, “no, we didn’t. And now it’s too late. You’re leaving in… how long now?”

Hobi glanced at his phone. “My ride to the airport should be here in ten.”

You’d cut it even closer than you’d thought.

“We’ll keep in touch,” he stated, repeating something he’d told you over and over since the day he said he was leaving, and you nodded, but you already knew it wouldn’t be the same. He’d move on to his new life, and you’d go on living yours. “This isn’t the end.”

“Right.” You grabbed his hand, squeezing a little. “I know we will. But… I’m still going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you, too,” he admitted, voice a little rougher than you’d ever heard it, and he slid towards you. “Can I…” he trailed off, eyelashes lowered as he peered at your lips, “can I have a kiss goodbye?”

Before you’d finished whispering, “Yes,” he was kissing you, one hand holding the back of your neck as the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The cry of surprise that left you dissolved on Hobi’s tongue as it slipped into your mouth.

It’s been years since you’ve thought about that kiss, but staring at Hobi now brings the moment back with startling clarity. You can smell the petrichor in the air, feel the softness of his lips and the sharp bite of his teeth, even taste him on your tongue, a faint peach-tinged sweetness that lingers as you remember.

All too soon, Hobi broke away, and you followed him down into his old apartment. No one said a word about you seeing Hobi to the car waiting for him at the curb, and no one said a word when you came back alone, tears on your cheeks and a fading warmth on your lips. But Hyunwoo threw an arm around your shoulders and handed you a beer and the rest of the night faded from alcohol-soaked memory after that.

Both of you did stay in touch, for a while. There were phone calls and texts and even a few long video chats, despite the horrible time zone difference between you. But life went on. You focused on your studies, trying to figure out what your post-college life would look like now that you were merely two years from graduating. He devoted himself to his new program, embracing the opportunities he didn’t have before. The messages back and forth slowed until they stopped completely.

Every now and then, something would remind you. A song playing in a bar, conjuring up memories of a frat party and his arms holding you tight. The scent of peaches wafting from a bakery, calling to mind the couch on the roof and his joyful laughter.

Usually, it was a post shared by someone you knew on social media, bragging about how their ‘famous friend’ Hoseok was performing with a well-known dance troupe or traveling the world choreographing. You didn’t follow his career closely, but from what you caught here and there, it seemed like he was successful. Transferring to that other school was clearly the right decision. No matter how much it hurt.

And now here he is, smiling fondly at you as you juggle an armful of cheap wine and chocolates in a grocery store parking lot, bringing all those old thoughts, all those old emotions rushing right back like they never left.

“Long time’s a bit of an understatement,” you finally respond.

“Yeah, I guess it’s… fuck, how many years now?” He eyes the packages threatening to slip out of your hands again.

“What are you doing here?” you blurt abruptly, skipping the pleasant small talk, needing to know what summoned him to this very place at this very moment. “I mean, last I heard, you were on tour. Are you in town for a show?”

“Actually, I’m living here. Temporarily. I’m running a workshop at the university - it’s a collaboration between the anthropology and dance departments, a series of lectures and performances.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Like an adjunct lecturer? That’s fantastic!”

Hobi laughs, rubbing his neck. “An adjunct professor, actually. On account of my PhD.” He grins, and your heart swells a little, whether from learning that he’s had more achievements than you’d thought, or simply at the sight of your old friend beaming with pride, you’re not sure.

“Wow, okay, I think I may have missed a few things.”

“I’m sure we have a lot to catch up on,” he agrees. “Maybe we could reconnect while I’m here? I’d love to know what you’ve been up to all these years.”

“I’m sure it’s nowhere near as interesting as the stories you can tell!” you scoff. “But yeah. I’d love to get together sometime.”

“Well… do you have plans tonight?” He glances at the Valentine’s Day paraphernalia in your hands and bites his lip. “Stupid question, you’re clearly on your way to meet someone.”

“Ha, yeah, no, this is… this is all for me,” you admit sheepishly. “I can’t resist a good deal.”

Hobi cracks up, and you hadn’t realized how much you’d missed that boisterous laugh of his until right now. “Fair. Okay. Do you want to have dinner with me, then? I’m running a dance practice in a few hours but I’ll be free after that.”

Absolutely, you do. But….

“Sure. Might be hard to find somewhere to eat without a reservation, though…” you trail off.

“Oh damn, Valentine’s day, right,” he replies. “Kinda forget it’s a thing when you’re single.”

True, you’d rather forget about this holiday, the loot currently in your hands excepted.

“Okay, how about this - you grab us some takeout from somewhere and meet me at the studio? We can have dinner there, or anywhere on campus. It’ll be just like old times.”

Phone numbers are exchanged and Hobi promises to text you the details for the dance studio. You watch him walk into the grocery store, still slightly in shock. Hobi is really here. He’s in your city, and you’re having dinner with him. Tonight.

Banner shopping day for you - cheap wine, decadent chocolates, and a date with the one that got away.

**********

Is it a date?

The question smacks you on your way home from the grocery store, bringing you back down to earth. You’d automatically inferred that it was, but just because Hobi asked you to have dinner with him doesn’t mean he has any intentions other than hanging out.

It’s hard to believe that Hobi is single after all these years. He was rarely solo while you were at school together. Then again, maybe he’s enjoying the perks of being unfettered while traveling the world for dancing or lecturing or whatever combination of the two he’s currently doing.

After debating for a while, you officially decide you shouldn’t make any assumptions about tonight. But you still doll yourself up a little, pulling one of your favorite dresses out of your closet, taking the time to do your makeup, making sure you don’t have a hair out of place. Even if tonight’s just a chance for two old friends to catch up and nothing more, there’s no reason not to look good for it.

And if you also took the time to shave your legs, well, that’s between your deity of choice and you.

Despite the looming spring, there’s still a bit of a chill to the air. Throwing a cardigan on, you head out to pick up dinner. Hobi left the menu up to you, so you chose a few dishes from your favorite noodle shop, figuring it couldn’t go wrong.

Walking across campus with bags of takeout in hand gives you a wicked sense of déjà vu, even if the campus in question isn’t your alma mater. Doesn’t matter. There’s still that familiar awed hush to the buildings as you wander through them on your way to the arts hall.

Unsure how long it would take you to find the place, you’d left a little early, and now find yourself arriving at the practice room while practice was still occurring. Hesitating at the door, you don’t have to ponder for long what to do, because Hobi waves you in.

The dancers are standing in groups, working on some choreography. A few curiously eye you as you enter. Hobi grabs the takeout bags from you and leads you to a chair in the corner of the room.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt!” you apologize as Hobi motions for you to sit.

“Nah, it’s fine. We’re just wrapping up. You can just relax here and watch me dance like old times.” He grins. “Let me know if I’ve gotten rusty.”

He resumes his place, turning to face the mirrors. Dressed in a brown t-shirt and baggy white sweats, headband holding his raven black locks back, he stands at the front of the pack and claps his hands to get everyone’s attention. The dancers slip back into formation.

The room is warm, windows fogging from the dancers’ body heat. You peel your cardigan off and drape it over the back of your chair.

“All right, let’s run through it one more time,” Hobi commands. Someone cues up the music, and with a wave of his arm he counts them in.

It’s like a switch has been thrown. Your friend immediately flips into dance mode, his entire demeanor shifting. Gone is the easygoing vibe, the relaxed smile, replaced by that focus that you remember so vividly from school. That awe-inspiring intensity.

As a hip-hop track thumps through the speakers, Hobi leads the dancers through a series of intricate steps that you couldn’t in a million years attempt, even if you had Hobi himself pulling your limbs like a marionette.

It’s like you’re back in college, sitting in a practice room as your friend dances. He even looks like his old self in that outfit. Only the presence of the other dancers keeps you from believing you’ve gone through a time warp.

He hasn’t lost any of his fluidity, flowing through the choreography effortlessly. If anything, he’s gotten even better, his movements cleaner, his transitions so smooth that you find yourself literally shaking your head in astonishment. His talent still mesmerizes you.

Hobi rolls his body, chest and hips undulating, and his shirt rides up a little, giving you a glimpse of his v-line peeking out above the waistband of his sweats. Enraptured, your jaw goes slack.

Catching you staring openly, completely lost in the way he moves, he grins, the tip of his tongue sliding between his teeth as he winks at you. It’s playful. It’s teasing.

It’s hot as fuck and you involuntarily whimper. Thank god the track is loud.

It does occur to you that you’re in a room full of strangers, though, so you quickly close your mouth and sit up, scanning the other dancers. They’re all watching Hobi, thankfully.

They hit their final marks and several of them whoop as someone cuts the music. Hobi claps his hands again. “All right, you’ve got it down. Go enjoy your Valentine’s Day. I’ll see you next week.” Grabbing a towel from his duffel bag, he dabs his face as the others slowly drift out of the room, stopping to say a word or two as they pass.

Eventually, it’s just the two of you left. He saunters over, towel hanging from his neck, a soft smile on his lips. “Well?”

You sigh. “Good thing you have that PhD to fall back on.”

With a laugh, he takes your hands, pulling you to your feet. “Do you know what I was thinking about today, after running into you?”

He leads you over to where his phone is hooked up to the sound system. With a few swipes, he cues up another song. An R&B track, something much older than what he and the others were dancing to.

“I was thinking about all those parties we used to go to. Do you remember?”

He wraps an arm around your waist as you nod, and grabs your other hand, threading your fingers together. Slowly, he spins you around in front of the mirrors.

“I thought we were going to have dinner?” you giggle.

“We will, we will. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Will you just humor me and let me have another dance with you?” He smiles sweetly, eyes crinkling. “Just one song?”

As if you could say no. “I have to warn you, I haven’t danced in years.”

“Good thing you have me, then. Just follow my lead.” Hobi pulls you closer, and you rest your head on his shoulder as you fall silent, listening to the music.

The two of you could talk right now. You could tell him about your life, your career, what those last two years of school were like without him. Ask him to explain how he ended up here after all that time traveling the world. But you don’t, and he doesn’t say a word, either. It doesn’t seem to matter. With his arms around you now, it feels like no time has passed at all. It’s just you and Hobi, dancing again. Only….

“You know, this isn’t quite how I remember it.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Lifting your head, you grin. “Wasn’t a lot of slow dancing at those parties.”

Hobi’s eyebrows wiggle. “Oh, I see. You want something different?” He fiddles with his phone for a moment and the song changes to something more uptempo. “More like this?”

You nod, and he twirls you around before pressing his chest to your back, resting his hands on your hips. As he steps to the beat, the two of you begin to dance.

Again, neither of you speak, losing yourselves in the music as one song becomes two. His arms slip around you, hugging you to him.

Déjà vu hits hard for the second time this evening. The pulsating bass, the warmth of him against you, the earthy scent of his sweat-flecked shirt mixing with his cologne - your eyes slip shut for a moment, and it’s so easy to believe that when you reopen them, you’ll find yourself back in some crowded dorm room, surrounded by drunken classmates partying the night away.

But instead you find yourself here, in this practice space, staring up into Hobi’s handsome face as he gazes back at you in the mirror.

He’s watching you with that fierce concentration normally reserved for when he’s performing. The intense look in his eyes flusters you and you lose your rhythm, hips bouncing off of his awkwardly. Embarrassed, you turn away. “Shit, sorry. Told you I’m out of practice.”

Hobi chuckles quietly. “It’s all right. Just gotta get you back on the beat.”

Taking your hands, he wraps one of your arms around his shoulders and urges you to place the other on his back. Then he slots one of his legs between yours. Placing his hands on your hips, the two of you begin to groove again.

“There. Just like that,” he encourages you as you roll your body into his. “You’ve got it now.”

The rhythm returns. You move in tandem, bodies flowing together as one. Like old times, but more relaxed. Before, you always held yourself back a little, not wanting to enjoy too much, since one or both of you was always promised to someone else.

But there’s no reason to hold back tonight.

His arms slide around your waist. “Trust me?”

You’re not sure why he’s asking, but you do, so you nod.

“Hobi!” you exclaim as he suddenly dips you extremely low, bending you so far that you’re practically upside-down. He pulls you up into his arms, and you giggle, a little giddy from the rush.

He’s laughing, too, beaming. “You know, for someone who claims she’s not a dancer, you sure move like one. Always did.”

“That’s all you. I’m like… clay in your hands. If I look like a dancer, it’s because you’ve shaped me into one.”

“Really?” His eyebrows lift. “That was kinda poetic. You sound like a writer.”

“Funny that,” you smirk, “I am a writer. Published, even.” His eyes go wide, and you laugh again. “We still have so much to talk about, don’t we?”

“I guess we do.” He glances at the takeout bags. “We can stop for dinner, if you want. Are you hungry?”

You are. Not for dinner. You want his hands to stay on you. You crave more of him, his touch, his attention.

“I’m good. Unless you want to stop?”

Hobi shakes his head. He hums a low note as you roll into him again, and your arm tightens around his shoulders, bringing him a tiny bit closer to you.

His

Another song. Then two. Again, there’s no talking, just the melody drifting through the air as you continue to move as one. The tempo picks up again. Hobi’s fingers dig into your hips a little as he guides them down on his thigh more, letting you grind against him, and you gasp as the friction hits you just right.

“That’s it. Keep moving just like that.”

The deep timbre of his voice surprises you as much as the way his hands grip you, pressing you into his leg. You glance at where you meet, struggling to suppress a moan as he glides you down his thigh again. Does he know what he’s doing to you right now?

“Don’t… ah… remember this step,” you finally manage to say. You’re so wet, you’re seeping through your panties. If he keeps this up, his leg will soon show the effect he’s having on you.

“Never got to this one. Timing was always off.”

That word. Your head snaps up at it, remembering. He remembers, too - you can see it in his face as clearly as you hear it in his tone.

“I think maybe tonight, we’re in sync?” he asks, dark eyes staring intently into yours.

“Yeah.” You slide your hand around Hobi’s side to lightly rest on his chest. “I think… ah… we are.”

“Thank god,” he sighs as he captures your lips in a fervent kiss.

How many times have you recalled that last night on the roof? Thought about that goodbye kiss, replayed it in your head over and over? Maybe you owe Hobi an apology, because none of those reimaginings came anywhere near capturing just how electric it feels. Your entire body thrums as he tilts his head, licking at your lips until they part to let his tongue slip inside.

Your back hits the mirrored wall as Hobi pins you with his mouth, his hands, his legs. Touching every inch of skin available to him, fingers and lips trailing all over you. He whispers against your neck, “You taste sweeter than I remembered, Cinnamon.”

You’d say the same, if you weren’t too wrapped up in him to speak.

He lets go of you long enough to pull the blind on the door and then lock it. “Don’t want anyone wandering in here.”

Back in his embrace, your hands roam over his chest and shoulders as you grip at him, his thigh settling between yours again. He kisses you like he’s desperate to make up for all that lost time. Swept away with desire, you kiss him back just as impatiently.

He’s hard against you, sweats doing little to hide the massive bulge rubbing your leg. His hands drop under your dress to discover how slick you are.

“Oh, baby,” he breathes, and you nearly purr with satisfaction at the pet name, “you’re gonna get me all wet, aren’t you? You’re soaking.” He tenses his thigh muscle underneath you and you keen, grasping at his shirt. “You wanna make a mess on me?”

Fuck, you’re ridiculously worked up, the delicious tension inside you already close to snapping. All those years of longing have you wound so tightly, it won’t be long before you pop.

“H-Hobi, please…”

“Come on, baby. Let me feel you.”

If someone had told you this morning that you would be spending your Valentine’s Day evening on a college campus humping your old best friend’s leg, you would’ve asked them whether they were going to use a hot tub or a DeLorean to take you back in time. But here you are, sliding away shamelessly, movement never ceasing as you seek your end on his thigh.

Hobi grabs your ass, rocking you against him, and as he slips his tongue into your ear, urging you to let go, you mewl loudly, body rigid as your orgasm sweeps over you. He holds you, whispering you through it, until you go completely limp in his arms, head falling to his shoulder.

You mumble something into his chest.

“What was that?”

“I said, Happy Valentine’s Day!”

His laughter drowns out the music. Then he shifts, and suddenly the only thing on your mind is the stiffness pressing into your thigh.

“Hobi,” you murmur, brushing your mouth against his briefly, “you’ve been on your feet all night. Do you want to take a seat?” You gently walk him backwards towards the chair, kissing him the entire way. As he sits, you drop to your knees in front of him.

“Baby,” he husks as you run your hands up his legs, “what are you doing?”

“Writing a novel, Hobi, what does it look like I’m doing,” you retort with a smirk. “You sounded so nice whispering in my ear when you were getting me off. I wanna know what you sound like when you’re cumming down my throat.”

“Fuck, Cinnamon, you can’t say things like that.” His hips lift so you can tug his pants to the ground. His dick springs free, hard shaft velvety under your hand as you wrap your fingers around him.

“I can’t? But I think I just did.” Before he can respond, you swirl your tongue over the head of his cock. He groans, arching up into your touch. As you continue to lave, you dip lower and lower, wetting more of him before finally taking him in your mouth.

“Fuuuuuck,” he sighs as you start to bob. His cock is thick enough that your jaw is going to be sore tomorrow, but you don’t care. You suck, hollowing your cheeks, and he gasps your name.

Sitting back on your heels as you lick the sensitive skin around the head, gazing at him the entire time, you bat your lashes as you ask, “You good?”

“Fucking amazing,” he sighs blissfully. You stroke him a few more times before taking him in again, and quickly match the tempo of the music, working your mouth and hands together to the beat.

Fingers cup the back of your head and you moan around his cock, enjoying the way he urges you down in response to the vibrations. Your mouth floods with more saliva as you suck him off, and you swallow around him, earning another gentle push.

“Baby,” he hisses, and you hum, not stopping, which makes him hiss even louder. “Baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep that up, holy shit.”

You pull off him with a pop. “Yeah, that’s the idea, Hobi.”

“Another time,” he rasps, but before you can think to ask what that means, he launches himself from the chair, pushing you onto your back as he hovers over you. “Please, I wanna be inside you now.” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a sloppy kiss as he ruts against you.

“You wanna fuck me?” you ask and Hobi moans in anguish, flinging his headband to the ground before peeling his shirt off.

“Damn it, stop saying these things!”

“Okay,” you grin, laughing as Hobi drops his head to your breasts, kissing you through your dress. “You can fuck me if you want, Hobi. I want you to.”

He kisses you roughly, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, and you whimper in delighted surprise. “What did I just say about that?”

“So it’s okay for you to say dirty things, but not me?”

“Yes!” he huffs petulantly, and you giggle at the wounded look on his face. “I’ve been dreaming for years about the things I’d say to you, the way I’d touch you, if I only had the chance. You’re ruining it with that filthy mouth of yours!” His lips collide with yours as his hands snatch quickly at the hem of your dress, yanking it up your body. He practically rips the rest of your clothing off too, so eager to see all of you.

“Didn’t seem like my filthy mouth was ruining things when I was sucking yoahhhhh,” you moan as Hobi immediately tongues one nipple in a frenzied hurry as his fingers pinch the other. “You know, I’ve dreamt of this, too!”

He nuzzles his face between your breasts, kissing along the valley there. “Oh yeah?”

“God yes, so many times. Especially after parties. When we’d say goodnight. I’d go back to my room and make myself cum imagining you were there touching me instead,” you confess. “I always wanted to know if you’d fuck like you dance.”

Hobi goes completely still, face buried in the crook of your neck. “Do you have protection?” he asks, voice so low it’s practically a rumble.

“No, but I have an IUD and I’m clean. If you’re… ?”

“Clean,” he answers. He crushes his mouth to yours, and his cock rubs through the wetness between your legs before he pulls away. “On your knees, baby.”

Not what you were expecting, but okay. You roll over and push yourself onto your hands and knees. Glancing over your shoulder, you watch him line himself up, coating the head of his cock in the wetness gathered between your legs. He moves slowly, reveling in the feeling, and you whine loudly, needing him inside you.

“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” he tells you as he thrusts shallowly, head just slipping between your folds. “Fuck. Wanted you for so long, baby. Always thought I’d take my time with you, if I had the chance. But I don’t think I can go slow right now.” He pushes in a little more, and you drop your head as you feel him beginning to stretch you. “What do you want, baby?”

You want it all. But given the choice right this moment… “Fast and hard, please.”

You feel him laugh at your courteousness as he finally bottoms out. He presses against your back as you adjust to the sensation of him deep inside you and drops a kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Fast and hard it is,” he whispers.

The music is lost in the mix as Hobi fucks you, hips slapping against your ass with every quick thrust. Panting, you struggle to hold yourself up as Hobi sets a relentless pace.

“Holy ah ah fuck ah Hobi!”

Fuck, he feels so good. Every thrust fills you like you’ve never been filled before. You toss your head back as he finds the perfect angle, his long fingers gripping your hips tightly, and you catch sight of yourself in the mirror.

An absolute wreck stares back. Sweat rolls down your face in the humid air, breasts bounce wildly, mouth hangs open as Hobi rails you. His breakneck tempo never falters. Your gaze travels to the man behind you.

Golden skin shimmers under the fluorescent lights. His hair, slick with sweat, is pushed back from his handsome face. The muscles in his torso flex enticingly and his hips roll as if he’s dancing as he snaps into you.

And the look in his eye, fuck. It leaves you gasping as much as the thick cock stroking your inner walls. That intense, focused expression again. Sharp. But there’s something else, too. Passion and desire, blazing bright.

Just like you always suspected. Always dreamed. He’s a fucking sex god.

Hobi catches you watching him. He smirks. “You enjoying the show, baby?”

His tongue snakes out again. You’re so distracted by the lewdness of that long pink wetness that you don’t even realize one of his hands is winding towards your clit until you feel it caress the sensitive nub.

Reeling, you slam your hips back onto him. “God, Hobi!”

“Did you dream about this, too? Me fucking you in a practice room? Hmm?” Hobi’s hand continues to fondle you as he speaks. “Making that ass bounce while you watched us in the mirror? Was it just like this?”

“Yes, ah ah ah fuck, like this!” As his lithe fingers stroke the swollen spot between your legs, you feel the familiar stirrings of your coming climax, faster than before.

“I wanna make all those fantasies come true,” he moans, and his hips start to stutter. “Fuck, I wanna fuck you every way you’ve ever wanted to be fucked, ah, shit, I’m, fuck,” he sputters, and as you start to clench around him, his tempo falters. “Fuck!”

Your orgasm rolls over you so hard, it knocks your scream from you. Dropping onto your forearms, you make no sound at all, eyes slipping shut as you savor the euphoria spreading through you. Hobi thrusts erratically a few more times, finally losing his rhythm as he comes undone, brokenly choking out your name.

You stay like that, half-collapsed and panting, Hobi lying on your back, for a few moments. Eventually, he pulls away. You’d love to lie down, but you’re suddenly acutely aware that you’ve just fucked on the floor of a busy college practice room. So you grab his towel and sit on it instead.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the takeout bags.

“Fuck. Bet dinner’s cold now.”

Hobi blurt laughs. “I forgot all about it.” He tugs on your towel, bringing you closer to him so he can wrap his arms around you. “Did I mention I’m subletting a place on the edge of campus? Why don’t we take dinner there?” His lips brush your cheek. “We can eat and finally catch up.”

There’s no hesitation in your answer. “Let’s go.” You dress quickly, starving again. For food this time.

Hobi adjusts his headband in the mirror as you check your reflection to make sure you’re decent enough for another walk across campus. He catches your eye and grins.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just admiring.” He slips his arms around your waist again. He doesn’t seem to want to let you go.

Like you mind.

“Admire me as we walk, I’m hungry.” But you make no move to leave, and he doesn’t either. Your gazes meet in the mirror again, and his smile is shockingly shy for someone just got you off twice.

“You gonna hang out with me while I’m here?” he asks softly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “After tonight?”

The delicate note of hope in his voice cracks your heart open. Something blooms.

“Try to keep me away,” you challenge, and he spins you in his arms to face him. “Besides, I know you have more moves to teach me.”

His low laugh hums through you as he kisses you. “Oh, I promise you I do.”

#fic: cheap wine & second chances #thank you 💜#lovely moots #hoseokhasmyheartxx #reader reactions

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jwirecs · 1 year ago

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RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF JULY 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of july! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Alcohol Free || @blue-jisungs💕✅

↳ in which your best friend yoongi gets to know your secrets while you sip on various drinks. with each one, he’s more shocked… and amused.

Nothing’s Changed || @hoseokhasmyheartxx🔞💕💔✅

↳ You and Yoongi have been best friends since college. The rest of your friend group wants to go on a couples’ trip, leaving you and Yoongi to share a room. But to your surprise, your room only has one bed… will the two of you be able to get through the week without letting the other know how you feel?

The Love Plaza || @mayolive-writes🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ Needing to take a break from the long trip to college, you and Jungkook are forced to stay at the only lodging available within 70 miles, a love motel. And much to Jungkook’s dismay, there’s only one bed.

Til You Make It || @jinkookspencil💕💔✅💯

↳ jungkook is startled when you call him in need of a favor... to play his dream role - your boyfriend - for a day...

Bet On It || @minisugakoobies🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

Lovin' You Right || @kookslastbutton🔞💕💔✅

↳ Your new badass neighbor won't leave you alone. You know the type, the guy your mama wouldn't want you bringing home. He'd break your heart as quick as he'd take it.

5+1 || @joon4eva💕✅

↳ five times you wanted to tell Namjoon you loved him + the one time you finally did.

Baby Fever || @95rkives💕✅💯

↳ what was supposedly a peaceful morning stroll in the park, an unexpected encounter triggers namjoon’s intense desire for a baby, turning him into an adorable, baby fever-filled mess.

Cherry Flavored || @jjksblackgf🔞✅

↳ You bet with your boyfriend that he can't handle more than five minutes of your tongue, but Jungkook never turns away from a challenge. You'll make sure to keep him in his place.

Moving In || @dreamescapeswriting💕✅

↳ (this was an anon req to the writer, short summary: yoongi leaves his stuff at oc's apartment, slowly moving in. shts too cute man)

Panties Over Pastries || @genkima💕✅

↳ you and your lovely boyfriend, Jungkook, decided to have a baking date planned for today ! I wonder how it turns out..

Spicy 'N Sweet || @thvhoe🔞💕💔🔄💯💯💯

↳ Jeon Jungkook is the perfect guy… to piss off your parents. He’s buff, inked up and the definition of their worst nightmare but hey, when love comes knocking on your door there’s not much you can do. It’s not like you planned on falling for him… it just kind of happened, and honestly, you're not even mad about it. Not at all.

The Boxer's Girlfriend || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔✅

↳ Jeon Jungkook is known throughout Korea as the top boxer. He’s swift in his attacks and calculated with everything. He’s dangerous in the ring but he was also dangerous to his girlfriend, Y/N L/N.

Cat Got Your Tongue? || @jessikahathaway🔞💕💔✅

↳ You were exhausted from schoolwork and just needed a chance to unwind. Jungkook, campus fuckboy, offers his services to help alleviate the stress from studying but is he going to cause more stress than he relieves?

Cherry || @peachypinkygloss🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkook has a crush on you and he does everything to conquer your heart (like eating your pussy whenever and wherever he feels like it).

Bunny Buns || @kittyscupcakeandbunny🔞💕💔🔄

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

Moon || @hobeemin🔞💕✅ Pt 2.

↳ (theres no summary, and i suck at summarizing, but im a sucker for hybrid fics so that says sometime.)

Break My Mind's Eye || @flowerwrites06🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkook thinks marriage is the only way to seal a deal.

Diamond Trail || @flowerwrites06🔞💕✅

↳ The theft of his most elusive and mystery possession leads to a web of trickery that threatens every large syndicate in the country. (alternative: Yoongis’ prized possession is stolen but he’s not the only gang leader being betrayed)

Distraction || @melancholy-of-nadia🔞✅

↳ After a series of circumstances leads you to be the assistant/right-hand woman of Bangkok's local thief/gang leader Min Suga, you're diligent in fulfilling your role in helping him take down Detective (& Underground Mafia Boss) Agust D. What you didn't expect in this role, was to catch your own boss reading p*rngraphic material during his free time and finding out there are consequences to distracting him.

Wishes || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ After a long day of classes, Min Yoongi decides to take a break at the music hall that has become his second home. He walks in with his cigarette lit and his blank expression quickly changes when he sees a girl playing his piano. The moment their eyes meet, their lives become complicated and Yoongi blames himself for her future pain. Was the love we had honest? (i dont have a gang!au banner so its going in with the mafia!au. also yall already know im a huge sucker fore mafia/gang au's along with hybrids. its currently on going, but i know that i will be on a roller coaster while reading this series)

Devoted To Trouble || @jeonsweetpea🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesn’t care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world? (i dont have a spider-man!au banner, but spider!kook????? when yoongi said that this man will annoy him even at the age of 100, lord where is the lie. but also, we love a persistent & annoyingly cute man.)

For Glory || @mono-moonchilds🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ A fight to the death. No rules, no refs, and nowhere to run.

Monachopsis || @personasintro🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ after receiving unpleasant news that doesn’t allow you to grow your family, your husband comes up with an idea that unfortunately involves his brother whom he despises (wasnt too sure what au this fic would fall under but i say it goes under the parent au cause min yoongi gon be a father whether he likes it or not.)

Seven || @joonberriess🔞✅

↳ “You know night after night, I’ll be fuckin’ you right,” or: “Girl hold on my baby daddy calling again.”

Unconditionally || @rmsrkive💔🔄💯

↳ for the past three, almost four years, it has only been you and your twins after having been abandoned by your ex-boyfriend. you expected it to remain that way for the rest of your lives until one day you accidentally run into one of his bandmates at the park

Way Back Home || @solemnreads🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ "please tell me this isn't what i think it is" he asks you with tears in his eyes. you look down at the sight of your son with an oxygen mask on his face while your daughter is sleeping on the couch near the wall. you look into his eyes, broken and sad. you've dreamt of this day for years, wondering how he would react. but here you are, hoping he could've meet the twins under different circumstances. "yes...they're your children."

Wrong Time || @spideyjimin🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ meeting ten years later the girl he deeply fell in love with is something Jungkook never thought would happen. But here you are, standing before his eyes with a bright smile on your face as you walk through the massive lobby of his company. At that exact moment, he realizes that the two of you fell in love at the wrong time but is now the right time?

Added Color || @bangtansmaus💕💔✅💯

↳ Yumi was perfectly fine with not finding her soulmate yet. she never really cared about the idea of soulmates. she’s fine with just running her bakery and living with her brother Jimin and their two best friends Jungkook and Taehyung.

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#bts smut #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #bts enemies to lovers au #bts established relationship au #bts best friends to lovers au #bts friends to lovers au #bts social media au #bts dad au #bts mafia au #bts hybrid au #bts friends with benefits au #bts fic recs #bts recs

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trustfratedjin · 1 year ago

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BANGTAN OT7 FIC RECS VOL. 1

Aight, here we go

Keep in mind that the 18+ warning does NOT only apply to smut, so please read the individual warnings on EVERY fic, thank yeowww :)

OT7

Idol!AU

Little Do You Know by @yoongiofmine Complete 18+

Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! by @birchandspruce Complete 18+

You Complete Us by birchandspruce Complete

wild, wild, wilderness by @kimnjss Complete 18+

home sweet castle by kimnjss Complete 18+

The Plot Twist ft Soulmate!AU by @blog-name-idk Ongoing 18+

The Line Between Love And War ft Soulmate!AU by @purpleyoonn Ongoing

baby (you complete us) ft Soulmate!AU by purpleyoonn Ongoing 18+

Unorthodox by @beahae Ongoing 18+

The curious move-in to apartment 27 by @sor-vette Ongoing 18+

Got the music in you baby by @minniedaisies One Shot

Love Starved by @hollyhomburg One Shot 18+

The Sex Strike by @borathae One Shot 18+

Soulmate!AU

The Book of Soulmates by @alpacaparkaseok Complete

Moonchild by @jeonggukkiepabo Ongoing? idk hehe 18+

Mafia!AU

Between The Bloodshed by @agustdakasuga Complete 18+

Ethereal ft Fantasy!AU by purpleyoonn Complete 18+

Ride With you by @jellifysh Ongoing 18+

The Way Of A Criminal by agustdakasuga Ongoing 18+

Thou Shall Not Steal by @xherxx Ongoing 18+

A/B/O!AU

House of the Omegaverse ft Dark!AU by @sopejinsunflower Complete 18+

Lone Wolf by @sopebubbles Ongoing 18+

Before I leave you ft Dark!AU by @hollyhomburg (READ THE TW FOR REAL) Ongoing 18+

Royal!AU / Historical!AU

The Return of an Empress by @you-are-my-joy Complete 18+

Fall of Empire by @aloneatpeace Ongoing 18+

Hybrid!AU

Abundance by @angelicyoongie Ongoing 18+

100% sure i've read more but i can't remember any of em rn lol

Dark!AU

Death Valley by @bangtangalicious Complete 18+

College!AU

Everything Falls (Into Place) by blog-name-idk Complete 18+

Thesis It by xherxx Complete 18+

The Apartment Games by @softiejoon Maybe discontinued but here for the aesthetics

Kings of Campus by @luxekook Ongoing 18+

Journey to the dick by @whatifyoulivelikethat One Shot 18+

Sharing is Caring by @theharrowing One Shot 18+

Fantasy!AU

Recrudescence ft Idol!AU by @chimchimsauce Complete 18+

To have, to hold, to make you stay by sor-vette Complete 18+

Other

All the Kinks ft Multifandom, Multi!AU’s by @helvonasche Complete 18+

Getting Back Into The Swing Of Things by jellifysh Complete 18+

Boyfriend for Hire by @remedyx Ongoing 18+

Audios by @youmyjhope 18+

Sh. by @wwilloww Ongoing? idk hehe 18+

NOT OT7

Idol!AU

Need by @bang-tan-bitches ft KNJ, JHS and MYG ft A/B/O!AU Complete 18+

The bias room by @chimivx ft MYG, KTH and JJK One Shot

Desperate by borathae ft PJM, KTH and JJK One Shot 18+

Floored by @lavienjin ft JHS, PJM, JJK One Shot 18+

College!AU

Stretch You Out by @chateautae ft KNJ and JJK One Shot 18+

Fantasy!AU

bitten & knotted by @jamaisjoons ft JHS and KNJ One Shot 18+

Other

Magic Hands by @breadoffoxy ft PJM and KTH Complete 18+

Fucking Around by @tanniefm ft PJM, KTH and JJK One Shot 18+

The Art Of Self Restraint by @scribblemetae ft PJM, KTH and JJK One Shot 18+

The Sope Surprise by @chelsea-chee ft JHS and MYG One Shot 18+

The D Box by breadoffoxy ft KSJ, MYG and JJK One Shot 18+

Swiss Miss by @here4kpopfics ft KNJ and KSJ One Shot 18+

Bigger & Better by lavienjin ft KNJ and KTH One Shot 18+

Package Deal by @hoseokhasmyheartxx ft JHS and MYG One Shot 18+

Rain On Me by @dawnagustd ft KTH and JJK One Shot 18+

When i tell you my hand is cramped from all the clicking and my eyes are blurry for staring at the screen for 8+ hours...

AND THIS IS HOW WE CONCLUDE 1/9 REC POSTS WUUUU

Stay tuned because I still have to post the recs from each member and one final giving a massive shoutout to all my favorite BTS fic authors of all time (including everyone here and many more hehe)

You'll notice that some authors weren't properly tagged, that's cause tumblr wouldn't let me tag more than 50 users, so I made sure to tag the writers AT LEAST ONE TIME in case there were more than one of their works mentioned here :)

Btw, if any of the links don't work or there is a mistake or anything, please let me know so I can fix it :)

BANGTAN'S HYUNG LINE FIC RECS VOL. 1

BANGTAN'S MAKNAE LINE FIC RECS VOL. 1

#trustfratedjin's fic recs #bts fic rec #bts smut #bts x reader #ot7 x reader #bts fanfic #bts x you #bts fic #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut #hoseok smut #yoongi smut #seokjin smut #namjoon smut #bts fic recs

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theharrowing · 2 years ago

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HARROW!!!

OMG…. That mv was FUCKING INSANE

I am a complete SLUT for MIN YOONGI

HELP 😩😩

-hoseokhasmyheartxx

STEPHHHHHHHHH 😩😩😩

WATCHING HAEGEUM IS NOT ENOUGH, I NEED TO RACK IT UP INTO PRETTY, NEAT LITTLE LINES AND SNORT IS STRAIGHT INTO MY BRAIN.

I NEED IT TO BECOME CHOPSTICKS AND STAB ITSELF INTO MY EYESOCKET SO THAT IT IS ALL I SEE.

I NEED IT TO BECOME THE BATHTUB AND SIMULTANEOUSLY HOLD MY HEAD UNDERWATER, INTO ITSELF, SO I CAN DROWN IN IT.

I NEED YOONGI TO SMOKE ME LIKE THAT CIGARETTE AND THEN FLICK ME INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC.

#yoongi seriously divorce me so i can fucking move on #hoseokhasmyheartxx #you've got mail 💌

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years ago

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LOLLLLLL rest in pieces to you 🙈 pls pls this is so nice i can't take it!!! i really just squeezed every nasty piece of me into this one, idk what happened i kinda blacked out and went full feral for min yoongi. as you do. but i'm so glad you enjoyed it!!! 🥰 ty for reading!! 💜

Yoongi fingering u till u squirrttttttt

my god, anon. i don't know what to tell you. this was supposed to be a short lil drabble like the rest and then..... that that live yoongi happened and i. uh. my brain short-circuited. the thirst for this man overtook me. i think i just wrote the nastiest porn of my whole career lmao.

so anyway uhhhhhh - HOPE YOU ENJOY 🤪

pairing: yoongi x reader wordcount: 4.8k DO NOT FUCKING @ ME contains: my first ever OT7 scene :') ft. an incredibly dumb conversation abt squirting, best friend's friend to lovers (? idk what else to call it lmao), squirt god min yoongi (yes that's a warning), yoongi is in his that that live outfit bc i'm a menace to society, a lil bit of edging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, and obv. a whoooole lot of tongue and finger fucking and SQUIRTING 💦💦💦

“Remember that girl I took home last night?”

You just know Taehyung is about to say something gross by the look in his eye, the way he bites down on the edge of his red solo cup as he glances around the circle of his friends.

Well, his friends and you. There’s a clear distinction.

A few heads nod, shoulders shrug. You brace yourself.

“Fucking geyser, I’m serious. Soaked my whole bed. I had to sleep on the couch.”

Hoseok’s loud cackle rings in your ears, and he has to cling to Jimin’s arm to stay upright, clearly already well past tipsy. “I was wondering why you were washing your sheets! That’s typically a once-a-year activity for you, Taehyung-ah!”

You make sure Seokjin doesn’t miss the death glare that you aim in his direction. He dragged you to this stupid party, said otherwise he’d spend the whole time in the corner reading webtoons on his phone. And now you have to tolerate the absolute fuckery of his nasty friends.

He grimaces a silent apology back at you, bringing one hand up to smack Tae firmly on the back of the head.

“She peed?!” Jungkook’s eyes are wide as he pauses with his own drink halfway to his mouth.

Everyone reacts at once: Hoseok quite literally doubles over, Taehyung fights to keep the corners of his mouth from turning up, Jimin gives an aggressive side-eye, Seokjin covers his face with his hand. Even Yoongi reacts, smiling a rare wide smile, shoulders shaking a little with laughter.

Namjoon takes the educational opportunity, clapping a hand firmly to Jungkook’s back. “Do you know what squirting is?”

You watch as Jungkook’s eyes flit across the circle. “I thought it was pee,” he admits, voice a little quieter this time.

“You are so fucking dumb,” Jimin says, shooting Jungkook a look of utter disgust. Hoseok is literally on the floor at this point.

“It’s, uh…” Namjoon makes a face as he searches for the right words. “Female ejaculate.”

“Girl cum?” Jungkook translates.

“I don’t care if it was piss, it was fucking hot,” Taehyung says as he downs the last of his drink.

“You’re disgusting,” Seokjin says with a shake of his head as he offers a hand to help Hoseok to his feet. Taehyung sticks his tongue out, waggling it side-to-side, which just sends Hoseok right back down again with another peal of laughter.

“I’ve never hooked up with a squirter,” Jungkook says softly, like he’s a little disappointed.

You open your mouth to speak up, as the only person with a vagina currently partaking in the conversation, but Yoongi beats you to it. “You just don’t know what you’re doing.”

His words surprise you for a second, but you shake it off and continue. “Not every girl can squirt. Most can’t.” You shrug slightly.

“That’s not true,” Yoongi counters, and you whip your head to look at him.

“What the fuck do you know, Min Yoongi?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. You don’t know why Seokjin thought it was a good idea to bring you around his friends, when he knows you have no filter.

Yoongi raises a hand, as if to signal that he’s not trying to fight. “I’m just saying. Once you learn what to do, anyone can get there. Just takes some patience. And a lot of foreplay. But I’ve never not made a girl squirt.”

You roll your eyes. “Well, I’ve never squirted.”

It takes a moment for you to realize what you’ve set yourself up for, and you have to fight the urge to clap a hand over your mouth. The same response ripples through the group a millisecond later: eyes widening, lips pursing in silent expressions of shock.

“I think I need another drink– should we all go?” Namjoon asks, extremely unsubtle.

Before you can scramble to even think, let alone say anything, he’s got his arms around Taehyung and Jungkook’s shoulders and is shoving them towards the kitchen. Seokjin and Jimin work together to peel Hoseok off the floor and quickly follow.

Which just leaves you, Yoongi, and a very interesting proposition.

“So, are we doing this?” You ask bluntly.

Yoongi shrugs. “Only if you want to.”

You shoot him a look. “Don’t act all shy now, squirt god!” He exhales a soft laugh, and you gesture to the stairs. “Lead the way.”

It’s only once you’re perched on the end of his bed, eyes roving over the minimal, clean space of his room, that your nerves start to betray you. Yoongi sets his drink on the dresser next to yours, then drops down beside you.

You stare at the floor, unsure of what to do next, vaguely aware of his bent knees poking out of the large holes in his light wash jeans. He gently rests a hand on your thigh, and you’re wound up enough that you flinch at his touch.

“We seriously don’t have to do this.”

“Why do you keep saying that?” You ask, feigning ignorance and trying to keep your voice from shaking.

“Might have something to do with the fact that this is the first one-on-one conversation we’ve ever had.”

You meet his gaze, a little surprised by the open expression on his face. You’ve always seen him as so reserved. “You don’t exactly say much.”

Yoongi shrugs like he can’t disagree. “Hard to get a word in with those guys sometimes.” He pauses, like he’s debating whether or not to keep talking, then continues. “And I figured Jin was playing some long game with you, so I was trying to be respectful.”

You make a face of sheer disbelief. “What?! Seokjin is my best friend, Yoongi. Period, end of sentence. It’s not like that and never has been.”

“Huh.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and you can’t read the expression on his face. You turn towards Yoongi, pulling one bent leg up on the bed to fully face him. “What was that noise supposed to mean?”

“That’s just… interesting.”

“Stop being cagey.” You drive a finger into his side and he squirms a little. “What’s interesting?” Does he know something about Seokjin that he’s keeping from you?

“Well, I was clearly operating under false pretenses. Otherwise I probably would’ve acted differently around you.”

“Differently how?” You quickly chase his vague statement, pushing him, trying to understand. Yoongi doesn’t respond immediately, but the bed shifts as he mirrors your position, turning to open himself up to you. “What would you have done, Yoongi?” You try again, getting frustrated.

A shiver runs down your spine as he brings a hand to gently cup your jaw, his touch feather-light. His thumb strokes over your cheek and you swear your heartbeat falters.

“This,” he says simply, his voice deeper than you’ve ever heard it. And then he brings his mouth to yours.

His lips are soft and warm as they brush over yours, if a little tentative, like he expects you to pull away at any second. But the heat of his mouth ignites a spark in your belly that you’re suddenly desperate for more of.

You move your mouth against his, chasing the feeling as you bring a hand to the nape of his neck. Your fingers wind through his dark hair– you’d noticed when he walked in the door tonight how long it’s gotten, had thought absent-mindedly to yourself that it looked good on him.

Your head spins. Min fucking Yoongi. How is this real life? You’d honestly never thought twice about him– just lumped him in with the rest of Seokjin’s dumb friends. It’s starting to occur to you that maybe overlooking him was a mistake.

That suspicion is confirmed when he slips his tongue into your mouth to slide expertly over yours.

You run your other hand up his chest, fingers tracing the buttons of his overshirt, then the smooth cotton of the tank top beneath it. The wet heat of his mouth is already making you dizzy.

Yoongi brings a hand to the small of your back, moving the other from your jaw down to meet it. He shifts a little, but he doesn’t break away from you, and you gasp softly into his mouth when both hands drop to your ass to pull you into his lap in one smooth motion. Your knees press into the mattress on either side of him, your hips settling on top of his.

He kisses you for a second longer, tongue stroking over yours deftly enough that you can barely suppress the whimper it works out of you. Then he finally pulls back to glance up at you. His lips are full and pink, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. The unbuttoned linen shirt he’s wearing has slipped off one shoulder, exposing smooth skin and solid muscle.

There’s a look on his face, mouth dropped open slightly, like he can’t quite believe this is really happening. You can relate.

“Still want to do this?” Yoongi asks quietly, voice still low and a little hoarse now. His hands are pressed to your hips, thumbs tracing light patterns over the fabric of your jeans.

You can hardly find your voice to speak– when the word comes out, it’s a whisper, and one you can’t say emphatically enough. “Yes.”

He tilts his head up towards you and your lips find his, needier this time. There’s an undeniable ache in your core now, desire spreading through you like a licking flame. Yoongi’s hands start to move over your back, dragging the hem of your shirt up, and you break away from him only for as long as it takes to peel it over your head. You press your mouth to his again before the fabric has even hit his bedroom floor.

Yoongi’s kisses are sloppier now, tongue tasting yours with added urgency, momentarily rendering you breathless. You follow his lead, hands grasping to push his overshirt down his arms, then reaching to tug at his tank top. It’s like you can’t move fast enough– you’re shaking a little as he leans back, raising his arms to allow you to pull it off. You feel the heat of his touch at the center of your spine, and then he’s slipping your bra off, too, everything tossed off the edge of the bed to join your shirt.

The brush of his hands over your bare skin, running up the curve from your hip to your waist, is enough to make you shiver under his palms, nipples tightening.

Yoongi licks his lips as his eyes roam appreciatively over your body, but then his gaze meets yours again, and in a way this moment of anticipation feels more intimate than anything you’ve done tonight. You in his lap, both of you naked from the waist up, faces flushed with heat and want. Hovering at the precipice of something you don’t have words for.

“Lay down for me,” he says quietly. The darkness of his voice thrums through you.

You do as he says, thighs shaking slightly as you slide off of him and move to settle against the soft pillows with a slow inhale. You can only watch, dazed, as Yoongi gets to his feet– you swallow hard at the sound of his belt hitting the floor. He slips out of his ripped jeans, down to just his black boxer-briefs.

When he crawls up the bed to join you, you’re transfixed by the way his silver necklaces dangle, catching the dim lamplight. He kneels to one side of you, hands coming to unbutton the fly of your jeans and push them down your thighs. You do the rest, peeling them all the way off and tossing them to the floor.

His hands slide up your thighs, one encouraging your legs apart while the other rubs gently back and forth, his touch sending sparks through you. You can feel your heartbeat at the center of your ribcage, swear you can see it in the rise and fall of your chest as you glance up at him looking down over you.

“Stop me if you’re going to come, okay?”

You nod your understanding, but he must be able to read the confusion painted on your face. He shifts up the bed to lean over you, his breath ghosting along the shell of your ear.

“Save it for me, and I’ll show you what that pussy can do.”

Yoongi chases the words with a languid stripe licked up your neck, and it’s enough to make your brain short-circuit.

Never in your life has a man preemptively warned you to not come. Most of them have struggled to make it happen at all. You can’t help but wonder if you really did underestimate Yoongi’s abilities.

It certainly feels that way as he continues to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest, bringing one hand to gently cup and massage your breast as he goes, the pad of his thumb circling your nipple. His mouth catches up to his touch, and he sucks in the bud of that breast while his hand moves to work the other just the same.

“Fuck, Yoongi,” you breathe.

Everything he’s doing is intoxicating, enough that there’s now a steady pulse emanating from between your legs. When he shifts to pull your other breast into his mouth, tongue swirling over your nipple in a way that makes you whimper and arch into him, he drops one of his legs down onto the mattress between your thighs.

You take advantage of the opportunity presented to you, thighs squeezing and hips canting up to drag your core over the smooth muscle of his leg, desperate for contact, for friction. Yoongi releases your nipple from between his teeth, giving a self-satisfied hum that you can feel buzz in his throat against your skin.

“Getting worked up already?” His words are punctuated by the kisses he trails down the valley between your breasts. “Keep going,” he urges.

Your mind is swimming with arousal, and each pass of your cunt over his thigh is enough to further dampen your now soaked-through panties. You’re not sure how much more worked up you could get. But Yoongi is clearly determined to find your limit.

When he shifts to move his mouth further down your body, he quickly replaces the thigh you’ve been grinding into with his hand, cupping over your center, his whole palm rubbing circles into the lace of your panties that make your clit twitch. You writhe under him as he sucks a mark into your hip bone, pulling sounds out of you: a mixture of heady groans at the welcome friction and soft whines at how indirect the pressure still is. You need more, more– you lift up to press your hips into his touch in search of relief.

All too quickly, the motion of his palm stills, and you can’t help the strangled noise that escapes you. Both of his hands slip down your body, coming to rest at your hips, and his thumbs hook under your panties to push them down your thighs.

You fumble for a second, lifting your knees up to your chest to finish pulling your underwear over your ankles. As you fling your last article of clothing off the side of the bed and attempt to lower your legs down, you’re surprised to feel Yoongi’s hands pressing firmly into the backs of your thighs.

“Stay just like that,” he instructs, and you listen, crossing your ankles and following the encouragement of his touch to keep your legs pulled up, your bare cunt fully exposed for him.

You don’t know what to expect next– his fingers, maybe his tongue– but it’s certainly not what he does, which is look up at you and calmly ask, “How do you feel?”

Your answer is not a word in any language; it’s somewhere between a moan and a noise of pure frustration. Folded in half for him like this, you swear you can feel arousal starting to drip out of your pussy.

“That’s pretty good,” Yoongi remarks, lazily bringing one hand up to encircle your ankle in his grasp, enjoying his free rein over your body as it’s offered up to him. Even that gentle touch is enough to make your cunt clench around nothing. “But I think we can do better.”

You nod your head in a silent request as you watch him lean down onto the mattress, lowering himself to be eye-level with your pussy. “Haven’t even tasted you yet.”

“Please, Yoongi,” you gasp, and you can feel his breath over you, the heat and anticipation sending a bolt of electricity straight to your core.

“Just remember to stop me,” he warns, and then he leans forward to lick a thick stripe up your cunt. You cry out at the sensation, the wetness and warmth of his tongue sliding through your folds, and your head kicks back against the pillow as you feel his fingers gently part your inner lips for better access.

He pulls away for a fraction of a second, just long enough to hum softly and murmur “so fucking wet” under his breath. Your hands grip the bedsheets as he dives back in with even more enthusiasm, spreading you wide open.

The heat he’s been building up in you all night is coiling devastatingly tight in your core now– your head is spinning, your nipples so stiff that they ache. The thought of asking him to stop, and probably soon, from how deliberately he’s eating you out, feels nearly impossible.

Yoongi seems to settle in as he falls into a pattern with his movements: lazily circling your entrance a few times before delving in and fucking you all-too-briefly with his talented tongue, enough to make your walls squeeze greedily around him. After a few more thrusts he withdraws, using a long lick to drag your collected wetness up, his tongue pressing flat and heavy. When he reaches your clit he flicks gently over the sensitive bud a few times, eventually pulling it into his mouth to suck, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“Oh fuck, fuck, Yoongi–”

You swear you can feel him smiling smugly as he returns to your entrance to start again, somehow both sloppy and precise, humming a little in a way that sends a devastating wave of vibrations through you.

He keeps everything so slow it’s nearly torture, building up the tightening pressure inside of you a little more with each pass, but purposefully never staying so consistent that you tip over the edge– just leaving you wet enough to drown in. You can’t stop the moans and whimpers he pulls out of you now, the way your hips jerk under his mouth.

He’s fucking good at this.

You lose track of how many times he goes through the process, until you’re wound so tight with arousal you think you might burst.

“Yoongi,” you whine, and he must be able to hear the change in your voice.

Yoongi’s mouth freezes, lips still wrapped around your clit. His hands move to your thighs, gently ushering your feet to return to the mattress on either side of his head, your legs still spread wide, so he can see you. He hums around you as if to ask a question, and your hips shudder beneath him.

That must be a good enough answer, because he pulls off of you, reaching up to wipe an errant strand of slick from his bottom lip. Everything about him in this moment makes your pussy throb: his mouth, nose and chin are all coated in your juices, the results of his efforts, and his pupils are blown black with lust and something that looks like determination.

You have no idea how long it’s been since you disappeared up the stairs together. Hours, maybe days. Yoongi certainly looks like he could do this forever.

“Gonna come?” He murmurs, nuzzling his cheek absent-mindedly against your inner thigh as he holds your gaze.

“I–” He hasn’t let you get that close yet, but you feel so fucking full, like your core isn’t capable of holding onto any more pleasure. “I can’t take any more,” you say, and the desperation in your own voice sounds so ridiculous to you that you let out a crazed laugh. “I’m gonna fucking die, Yoongi.”

“Yeah?” There’s a glint in his eyes, like he’s not going to let you tap out that easily. “What if I do this?”

His tongue returns to your clit, but this time he’s no longer teasing. His rhythm is consistent now, lapping against you in short, deliberate strokes, over and over. You can feel every muscle in your core tensing as he works you relentlessly towards your peak.

When your back starts to arch, it takes everything in you to say his name. “Yoongi,” you gasp, and he knows you’re about to come, must be able to tell by the way you start to shake underneath him. You cry out a sound that’s nearly a sob when he pulls back quickly and everything comes to a screeching halt. It’s like you can feel your orgasm being ripped out from under you.

“Oh my god,” you whine, hips grinding down into the mattress, desperate for any possible friction. “I’m so fucking close, Yoongi, please.”

His eyes linger hungrily over your pussy, the mess he’s made of you. Keeping his touch light, he gently traces a finger over your inner lips, clearly admiring the way it makes you tremble.

“Seems like you’re ready.”

You’d almost forgotten the point of all of this, the initial conversation in the kitchen, the fact that the man now lazily running a finger through your dripping folds is supposedly capable of making anyone squirt and that you are putting him to the test. You already believe it wholeheartedly– you’re just not sure you’ll survive long enough to see it.

Yoongi sits up, shifting to kneel to one side of you, hands encouraging your legs to spread even wider. When he starts to speak, you try as best you can to focus on his words, dizzy as you are with overwhelming need.

“I’m gonna press pretty hard, okay? When it feels like you have to pee, push it out instead of trying to hold it in. I promise, it’s not pee.” He pauses, laughing softly to himself, then adds, “And if it is, honestly, I don’t give a fuck.”

You look up at him, your mind reeling, and you’re not expecting it when he ducks down to kiss you. You taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

“Don’t be nervous,” he murmurs as he pulls back. “Just relax and let go. I’ll go until you tell me to stop.” Your heart flutters a little behind your ribs at the softness in his voice, and you nod.

Your breath hitches as you feel Yoongi’s hand return to your center, two fingers moving down slowly to tease at your entrance. The fire in your belly ignites at the soft squelching noise he makes as he circles, just shy of entering you, dampening his digits with your juices.

Relief washes through you as he presses in, and you tip your head back on the pillow with a soft groan. Your lashes flutter as you fight to keep your eyes open, heavy-lidded with lust, to watch him at work.

“Shit,” you hiss as he curls his fingers up to press against your front wall, finding your g-spot like someone who knows exactly what he’s doing. He pushes harder, falling into a steady rhythm, and the pleasure feels like a heavy weight in your gut now. A tingling sensation starts to hum through your limbs.

You’re panting, nearly gasping for breath as he rubs against you, each thrust of his hand accompanied by the slick sounds of your cunt. Your abdomen tightens as the pressure in your core builds, and you really do feel like you’re going to burst, overflow completely.

“Yoongi,” you breathe, “I–I’m– I’m gonna–”

“Push,” he reminds you, and you do just that as the wave crashes over you. A release like nothing you’ve ever felt before rips through you, and you’re so overcome by the feeling that it takes you a few seconds to remember to look down. Shakily tilting your head up, you see clear fluid gushing out of you each time Yoongi pulls back.

When he sees you’re watching, he withdraws entirely, bringing four soaked fingers to your clit to rub fast circles that make you moan loudly as your muscles spasm again. Without his hand there to block it, you watch as an unbroken stream of fluid rushes out of you, spraying over the sheets of his bed.

“Oh my god,” you whine, and you have to tilt your head back and squeeze your eyes shut for a moment just to focus on the feeling alone. “Oh my god.”

Yoongi makes a little noise of appreciation, fingers returning to your entrance, the wet sounds of your cunt now obscene as he pushes in again. “Fuck yeah. So fucking sexy.”

You arch up into his touch as he resumes the firm stroking of his fingers, pounding into your g-spot, hard enough to make your legs shake. When another wave of pleasure rolls through you, you don’t even have to think about it this time. Your body instinctively remembers Yoongi’s instructions, bursts of arousal shooting out of you as you moan softly with each pump of his hand.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you gasp in time with his movements.

“Holy shit,” Yoongi rasps as he draws his fingers out again, and you hear him groan when he returns to your clit and easily works even more wetness out of you. “You just keep fucking coming. Gonna soak my fucking sheets.”

You can barely process what he’s saying. “M-more, Yoongi, please.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, “I’ll give you more.” He adds another finger, driving the thrust of his hand deliberately into the weight at the center of your core, and the stretch only makes you come that much faster. Your pussy starts to quiver as he fucks you through it.

“Yoongiiiii,” you groan, dragging out his name as you squirt again and again. He keeps alternating, fingers slipping into you and working up more, then pulling out to press his hand flat against your whole pussy, rubbing indirectly over your clit. Wetness splashes out of you in endless spurts, soaking your cunt, his hand, the bed. It feels like you're coming for hours.

“No more, no more,” you finally gasp, and when you bring your hand to close over his wrist, Yoongi takes the cue and withdraws.

Your pussy, thighs, even the muscles in your ass are all trembling from overstimulation. As your knees drop in towards each other, you take a moment to let your eyes close, your pulse still racing. You feel absolutely spent.

You can’t believe you just did that. You had no idea your body was capable of such a thing. And before you can even think to stop it, you start to laugh, bringing both hands up to cover your face.

“Oh my god,” you manage to choke out between giggles, your voice muffled in your palms.

You’re vaguely aware of the mattress shifting beside you, and when you pull your hands away, Yoongi is seated next to you, running one hand gently over your arm. “Jesus, are you okay?” When you nod, he seems to relax a little.

“Yeah, but holy shit,” you gasp. “I should’ve taken you more seriously.” Your limbs feel like jello, your mind absolutely gone– you’ve officially been fingerfucked into oblivion. “I nearly died.”

“That was fucking insane,” Yoongi admits, looking mildly dazed himself. You follow his gaze across the bedspread, and your eyes go wide.

“Oh fuck, Yoongi,” you press a hand to your mouth, attempting to hold back more laughter, as you take in the extent of the damage. “Your sheets!”

A sizable wet spot has bloomed under your ass, right in the center of the bed and extending nearly half a foot down towards the end, clear as day against his gray-blue sheets.

“Why didn’t you stop me?!”

“Are you kidding?” He practically growls, free hand palming at the bulge in his briefs. “I’ll take watching you gush like that any day. I can sleep on the couch, I don’t give a fuck.”

It takes all the strength you can muster, given that your limbs still feel like they’re made of lead, but you manage to roll over onto your side to face him. You catch his working hand by the wrist with yours. “There’s always… my bed.”

“Yeah?” A smile plays at the corner of his mouth. “Think your pussy can recover on the ride over?”

You laugh softly, glancing down at the mess he’s made of you, the lingering sheen from his mouth and your own fluids. “I’m honestly not sure. She might be out of commission.” You do your best to feign innocence when you meet his gaze again with a coy smile. “But my throat is very available.”

Yoongi is already reaching for his jeans. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

#hoseokhasmyheartxx #fic review #freaky drabbles #queue what you want ㄱ -ㅅ-ㄱ

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piedpiperslists · 1 year ago

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Seokjin Drabbles (XXVII)

* s - contains smut

Pure Galaxies by @jjkeverlast angst, best friend’s brother, secret relationship, cabin trip au Summary: Taehyung wasn’t supposed to find out on your annual cabin trip, that you were hopelessly in love with Seokjin, someone who’s in the zone of ‘do-not-date.’

Musical Chairs by @ugh-yoongi rivals au, teachers au

Got Me All Messed Up by @ugh-yoongi s brother's best friend, FWB

Want It Anyway by @ugh-yoongi s brother's best friend, FWB

Don’t Bring My Mother Into This by @jjungkookislife friends to lovers Summary: “This is a one time thing.” + “My mother adores you.”

Not Like Me by @jjungkookislife friends to lovers Summary: “You’re not as funny as you think you are.” + “Could he make you feel as good as I do?”

Drunken Confessions by @hoseokhasmyheartxx friends to lovers Summary: When you go to pick your best friend up from the bar, the last thing you’re expecting is a drunken confession.

[drabble] by @ubemango fake dating au

I Hate U, I Love U by @jeonbunnie angst, FWB, college au Summary: If loving Jin is wrong, you don’t wanna be right.

Rewind by @singguks childhood friends to lovers Summary: In which... childhood friends reunite in a serendipitous moment, sparking nostalgic memories, unspoken feelings, and the return of an irreplaceable bracelet.

A Question for You by @minisugakoobies established relationship Summary: Jin's got a question for you.

What a Line by @minisugakoobies friends to lovers Summary: Waist rubs while laying close to each other + “I want to explore your body if you’d let me.”

Keep It Down by @minisugakoobies s ft JJK, established relationship

[drabble] by @kidguk established relationship Summary: Getting married + “No, no, no. I know where this is going to lead. We do not have the time for sex.”

Run Away by @7ndipity established relationship Summary: Just a little thing about you and Jin spending a lazy day together.

#ksj list #seokjin drabbles

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hamsterclaw · 1 year ago

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Fic Library: Hoseok

Hoseok is the rapline sunshine sweetheart of my dreams and the only member I've previously created a fic rec list for which you can find here.

Updates since then:

Keeping the cadence by @kiestrokes features sexy drill assistant Hoseok and a gn reader. Sexy, hot and packs a punch.

Adjustment by @yminie features sexy chiropractor Hoseok and patient! reader and is hilarious, kinky and smutty.

As always, for us by @hoseokhasmyheartxx features Hoseok and a gn reader and is themed around Hobi leaving for military service. Soft, fluffy and Hobi is so so endearing in this.

The promises we keep by @vyduan is a single mum AU where reader comes to Hoseok's family laundromat. Adorable, sweet, and will melt your heart.

Liar, liar by @eoieopda features a very relatable reader and a hilariously horny, arbitrarily rule setting Hoseok. Smutty, funny perfection by one of the strongest writers in the game.

Booby traps by @jimilter features a fatally hot, authoritative Hobi with weird phobias who also rides a bike in a mafioso AU. I love all of Ash's writing, and this is no exception.

#fic rec: hoseok #these authors are amazing #fic rec library: hoseok

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orchidyoonkook · 1 year ago

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(The tagged post was super long so I'm just gunna make a new one, I hope that's okay!)

Thank you for the tag @loki-wants-an-army!! I'm super excited for this!!

Last song: Ptaha Fred by The Unsleeping

Favorite color: Yellow and purple!!

Currently watching: Chicago Med, House, and The King's Affection

Last movie: Fully watched??? uhm...either Zombieland Double Tap or Elemental

Currently reading: I have three books I've started in the last year and have been trying to finish, but life. And one more I'm rereading because the sequel comes out in a couple days.

So: Midnight Sun by Stephanie Meyer, Crescent City: House of Sky and Breath by Sarah J Maas (fav author) and Renegades by Marissa Meyer.

Then: Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yaros (READ THIS PLEASE ITS SO GOOD)

Sweet/spicy/savory: YES. No. Yes.

Current obsession: orange pekoe tea, gouache painting, frogs, and yellow furniture

Last thing I googled: fear of long words

Currently working on: TWWWBAATTA 6, ideas for other members, finishing moving into my house, finishing my crochet sweater project, finishing my commissioned crochet blanket project, and job hunting.

tagging: the lovely @violetsiren90 @katykatmeow @leohatter @here4kpopfics @petasse02 @remmykinsff @heroinanne and @hoseokhasmyheartxx plus anyone who wants to join, of course with no pressure

#tag game with yoon #THIS WAS SO FUN THANK YOU LOKI #and i searched the fear of long words cuz i can never remember how to spell out the long ass word that is the phobia #hippopotomonstrosisquippidaliophobia????? maybe????? idk dude

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kookslastbutton · 1 year ago

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Oh tysm ! ❤

take care of you ༓ myg (m)

✑ Summary: To keep your fiance from burning out you suggest a weekend getaway to Gapyeong, a charming town about an hour outside Seoul. You've specifically asked him to leave his work equipment at home but like a deep rooted habit, he still brings it with him. You're left with no choice but to find a way to get his attention back.

pairing: workaholic!yoongi x reader

genre/AU: fluff, tiny angst, smut, established relationship, vacation au, engaged couple

word count: 7,581

warnings: yoongi has a hard time relaxing so oc gets a little frustrated with him, oc and yoongi riding in a hot air balloon, yoongi gets a little shy with pictures, oc gets a tiny bit insecure, both very in love with each other, yoongi keeps calling oc Mrs even though they have not tied the knot yet, swearing, tiny misunderstanding (ik misunderstanding 😒 but its cute i swear!), sexual content

sexual warnings: switch!yoongi, switch!reader, lingerie, handj*b, oral (m. receiving), teasing, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, explicit sex (oc on birth control), f*cking from behind, missionary, f*cking on the floor, bigd*ck!yoongi, yoongi has a chain on, butt slapping (once), f*ngering, licking, biting, a tiny bit of breast play, slight begging kink, body worshipping, he calls oc sl*t once but it's tame, aftercare in bathtub

now playing: You Want to Make a Memory, With all My Heart, Perfect

a/n: I will not lie this pwp turning to a 7k fluff peice with smut. I am truly in love with this one and I miss yoongi 🥺 hope you enjoy 💞

There are two things your fiance’ considers most precious in this world–you and his industrial-grade music equipment. Trying to pry either from his soft, veiny hands is enough to earn a death wish. But when you come between his music producing or when his music comes between your relationship…oh it's a fight.

Over the last four years, you’ve grown quite an admiration for Yoongi’s relentless dedication to work and profound love for music production. It’s his lifeblood and you would never in a million years even think about taking something so beautiful away from him. And truthfully, one of your favorite moments to witness is when he finds the perfect beat for a new song after twelve long hours of mixing. Seeing his gummy smile break free on his handsome face never fails to send you over the edge of sanity.

Ever since the first time Yoongi let you into his studio, you’ve been sneaking in any chance you can get. Watching him work is a whole experience that leaves you feeling a combination of awe, respect, and utter joy. He likes you there too, his face always lighting up when he sees your faint shadow moving behind the glass door. There’s been a handful of times you’ve used his studio for more than music producing too…but that’s an entirely different matter altogether.

So no, it doesn’t bother you in the slightest that Yoongi is devoted to his music. And if it did, well, you wouldn’t have agreed to marry him last month when he asked you, would you? (You’re still on cloud nine about that one…)

What does bother you, however, is when your fiance' doesn’t allow himself to take a break despite how burned out he clearly is. Not that you’re one to point fingers, being one to stretch yourself thin for the sake of professional responsibilities too. But even so, you’d argue that you’re in better shape than your fiance’ who literally works 24/7.

Day or night Yoongi is always in his studio or bringing his equipment everywhere he goes. You get the logic, you really do. But you care about his health most of all; something he tends to put last.

That’s why this week you made one tiny request–that you take a weekend trip together and that he leave his equipment at home.

But like an itch that won’t go away, Yoongi is adamant about stuffing his equipment in the trunk of his car.

“I thought we agreed you’d leave all of this at home this time,” you sigh and gesture at his equipment stacked in the far corner of the trunk.

Yoongi takes your suitcase from your hand and tosses it next to his own. “It’s a safety measure,” he justifies. “You never know when you’ll need it or when the right idea will strike you.”

“Min Yoongi.” Your voice is sharp and earns your fiance’s full attention, which is no simple task when it’s typically the other way around. “You promised me.”

He steps forward and puts his hands around your stiff shoulders–an attempt to soothe you. “I won’t use it unless absolutely necessary okay? You know I like having my music with me at all times so if anything it’s just for my own comfort. It’ll stay in some odd corner of our rental and not be touched.”

“What counts as absolutely necessary?” You narrow your eyes at him, unwilling to let him off that easily. So what if he looks ridiculously handsome today in his open white button-down shirt with a white t-shirt and ripped jeans underneath?

“Baby,” he coos in a raspy voice.

Fuck–you swear to yourself. Stay strong, __.

“How’s this…I won’t use it unless something on our trip really inspires me. Or unless I’m bursting with an idea and I’ll run it by you first. I’ll wait until night too, when we aren’t doing anything.” He grabs your hand, the one with the ring on it, and kisses it softly–how evil of him. “Please?”

You glance at his hand in yours and then back into his deep chestnut eyes. “Kiss me again and I’ll allow it,” you say.

Yoongi smirks at your reply and leans forward to press his pillowy lips against yours. It only lasts a few seconds before he pulls back.

“Okay?” he waits for your go-ahead which, shamelessly, you give him.

“Fine, but just remember the only thing I want you touching this weekend is me and not your keyboard. So if I see you sneaking it around behind my back I will not hesitate to strip naked in front of you until you’re forced to give it up.” You gently pull your hand from his hold and walk to the passenger side door.

“Fucking hell.” You hear your fiance’ curse as you both hop in the car. “You're gonna make me drive an hour and half with that thought replaying in my head?"

You don't meet the question with a response, but rather smile sweetly at him and turn volume of the car stereo up a few notches.

What else is there to say? You simply want him to enjoy himself for three days without having to get stressed over work.

The place you and Yoongi are headed to is called Gapyeong, a small town about an hour away from Seoul. Its lush forests and clear streams give a sense of perfect serenity which is exactly why you chose the area. There are hot air balloon rides that'll provide you with an hours' worth of scenic views too, which is definitely at the top of the priority list.

The closer you get to Gapyeong the more you see the view out your windows changing. The bustling city with 60-story skyscrapers is now turning into majestic mountains, rivers, and vibrant greenery. You love Seoul but you miss nature sometimes.

"Yoongi look! " You point out the window when you spot a beautiful overlook up ahead It looks like the kind of spot many stop at due to a handful of other cars that are parked off the side of the road. "We should take a break and stretch our legs."

"Is that really necessary?" Yoongi asks with one hand gripping the steering wheel. "We're about twenty minutes from our rental and it's not even one o'clock yet. We have all day to look at sceneries and take pictures."

You toss him a slightly displeased look immediately. Little pit stops like these aren't your fiance's cup of tea as he'd much rather get from point A to point B. But if there's anything you want him to get out of this weekend, it's a break from routine.

"Come on Yoon, aren't you feeling a bit stiff from driving? We don't have to stay long," you do your best to plead with him. Yoongi glances at you and then at the empty space off the side of the road a few feet ahead. He sighs and signals over.

"Ten minutes," he says, putting the car in park. You grin excitedly and unbuckle your seatbelt.

"Let's go!" You lean over and surprise him with a quick kiss on his cheek. You want to point out the blush that creeps on his face but ultimately decide to keep that to yourself. Maybe you'll bring it up later. Yoongi tends to get more nervous when you point stuff like that out and besides, you like keeping little secrets from him sometimes.

"Alright, I'll admit it," he jumps out of the car and takes in the fresh air. "It's pretty nice out here. Reminds me of when I came here as a child with my parents." A light breeze blows a few strands of his pitch-black hair over his eyes but he cards it back with a few fingers.

"You came here as a child?" You move beside him to link onto one of his arms. Something about being this close to him makes you feel warm and safe.

Yoongi nods and walks both of you to the edge of the overlook to get the best view of the mountains surrounding the area. "When I was about ten years old my family and I took a trip up here. I'm not sure if this was the exact spot but it was an overlook similar to this. It was autumn too, the colors changing to shades of reds and oranges."

"Oh wow." You're embarrassed you didn't realize he'd been here before. Being this close to Seoul surely he would have but now it makes question coming here. Had he preferred to go elsewhere? And if he did, why wouldn't he have told you?

"I'm glad we came here together," he interrupts your thoughts as if knowing exactly what you're thinking. He then flashes you a tight-lipped smile. "I always thought I'd like to come here with someone special."

Your previous nerves are eased after this and you smile back, eyes piercing in his. He's so handsome with the way the natural light shines on his face. The thought comes from nowhere but you couldn't stop the next words even if you wanted to. "Can I take your picture?" you dig in your bag and grab your phone laying somewhere at the bottom.

Yoongi instantly breaks eye contact. "Uh–why? Don't you already have enough of me in there?" He chuckles, no short of shyness.

See. It's like you said before–he gets flustered at stuff like this.

You shrug casually at him and open the camera app on your cell. "I have hundreds of pictures of my boyfriend. But I still haven't gotten one of my fiance' yet." It's true, the last picture you took of him was before he proposed. You would have taken more since then but Yoongi is far less interested in them compared to you so you try not to overload him.

Yoongi shakes his head at your clever comeback. "We'll take it together." He reaches over to take your phone out of your hand but you move it further from his grasp.

"Just one of you first," you say. "Please?"

"Aigoo," he hits the railing of the overlook playfully. "I'll allow it this once, Mrs. Min. Where do you want me?"

"Yoon...." you flush hearing him refer to you as Mrs. You and Yoongi recently got engaged a month ago and the wedding won't be held until next spring. "Isn't it a little soon to be calling me that?" you ask with hot cheeks.

"Oh, I got ahead of myself." He scratches the back of his head and shifts his eyes towards the mountains again. "Let's take the picture okay?"

"Okay." You loop your arm out from his. "But Yoon?"

"Hm?"

"It's okay that you called me that. I like it even if it's a bit soon." You lift your phone camera and take a photo of him before he has time to respond. It's a cute shot with the breathtaking forest and mountains behind him. Your finace' has his signature gummy smile on as well, the one that makes you forget where you are entirely.

This one will go in the album you have dedicated to your memories with him for sure.

After stopping at the overlook you and Yoongi finally arrive at your quaint vacation rental. The size is just right for a three-day stay and is centrally located with nature enclosing the premises. To sum, it's private yet welcoming.

"This is the last of it," he says, setting his music equipment on the dining table. "What do you want to do now?"

"I'm kinda hungry for lunch. Maybe we can go to a local spot and then see if there are any balloon rides open?"

"You wanna do the balloon ride on the first day?"

"Why not?" We're only here for a limited time and tomorrow we're going to Nami Island so I thought we could do something leisurely tonight. And then I was thinking we could watch a movie."

The corner of Yoongi's mouth quirks into a half-smile. "You planned this out pretty thoroughly I see. Not a second to spare."

"Mhm," you say, shifting your stance when you see your finace' coming face to face with you.

"This wouldn't be you making sure I stay away from my computer would it?" He tests with interrogative eyes, knowing that it's exactly what you're doing. When you take longer to reply than he'd like, Yoongi continues speaking. "I don't mind by the way. I just think it's sweet so thank you."

You open your mouth to respond but a loud grumbling noise from your stomach stops you. Yoongi laughs and takes your hand to drag you out the door of your rental. "I think it's time I take care of you this time," he says. "I saw a pretty good place to eat a few blocks away."

Once you get in the car Yoongi reaches in his pocket for his phone but it's not there. "I think I left my phone in the kitchen when I was bringing stuff in. I'll be right back." He hops out of the car once you give a brief okay.

Namjoon: Hey man, hope you have a good time with __ this weekend! You both deserve some relaxing time. But I gotta ask, how's the new song going? Any progress?

Yoongi quickly taps on his phone's keyboard with a small sigh.

Yoongi: Not really. I've been working on it for weeks and I can't seem to get anything right. It's driving me crazy.

Namjoon: I get it and I don't have to tell you how challenging producing new music is. You still have time though so don't push yourself too much. Take in the weekend and maybe the inspiration will strike you.

Yoongi: I'll try. __ will likely kick my balls if I work this weekend. Namjoon: Ah just like __. Well, you left your equipment at home, right? So no worries! Yoongi: I mean I have it here but I promised not to use it unless necessary.

As soon as he sends the text everyone starts rapidly texting in the chat. Yoongi rolls his eyes at the sight of all the lurkers suddenly becoming vocal.

Seokjin: Yah! Tell me this is a joke! Jimin: Come on Yoongi you can't be serious! Hoseok: Ah Yoongi-hyung, always working! Be careful you still have a finace' after this! Taehyung: Hyung, I think you should focus on your future Mrs. She obviously wants to spend time with you this weekend, not fighting for your attention with your computer! Jungkook: Think about what you're doing hyung. Pick one: sex or no sex.

Namjoon: This isn't about sex Jungkook

Jungkook: It will be if Yoongi-hyung pisses off __! Yoongi: Everyone shut up, I didn't bring my music equipment to work okay? It's just a safety measure. Jimin: Wrong equipment to bring on a weekend away with your lovey hyung...why didn't you ask me about this first? Jungkook: At least someone is on the same page as me! Namjoon: For the last time this isn't about sex! Yoongi: I really don't have time for this right now. __'s in the car and we're about to go eat. See ya. Seokjin: What the hell are you doing? Making __ wait while you text your friends!

Yoongi turns his phone off and slips his cell back in his pocket. He'll deal with them later.

"Sorry, it took a bit." He gets back into the car and opens his maps app. "Let me just get the directions up."

Half an hour into lunch Yoongi's talking significantly less compared to earlier at the overlook. He doesn't seem tired but more disengaged.

"Everything alright?" You ask.

Yoongi looks up from his plate with a nonchalant expression. "Yeah why?"

"No reason," you lie. "Just wondering if you're feeling okay is all. Nothing happened while you went back inside the rental to get your phone right?" You let out a nervous giggle and it makes Yoongi soften his gaze. He drops his chopsticks and closes his hand over yours.

"I think I need to remember how to vacation," he says. This is true but the much bigger reason for his sudden disengagement is that getting the text from Namjoon reminds him of the new song he'd like to have finished sooner than later. He shouldn't be paying attention to it while on a vacation with you but it's a difficult habit to shake.

"Let work go for a bit Yoon," you reply. "I understand how much your music means to you but I want you to be able to unhinge a little too. The last thing I want to see is you overworking yourself."

"I guess you're right."

"Of course I am. Now try this." You clear the thick air by holding out your chopsticks with some of the best, richest kimchi stew you ever had. And that's saying a lot since you've basically been obsessed with it for years. The spice from the cabbage mixed with the hearty pork broth is to die for. "Isn't it good?"

Yoongi eats what you've offered him. "Wow, that's delicious. Here try mine." He does the same as you but with some barbecued pork. He makes sure to blow on it first to contrast the heat of the grill it was on.

"This is an excellent place to eat." You swallow the tasty pork and take a sip of your water. "We should leave a review, especially since it's a local restaurant."

"Sure, I can write one online before we leave."

And he kept to his word. Yoongi left a decent praise for the restaurant about fifteen minutes before finishing up your meal. You both signed the cute guest book at the front too.

'Great atmosphere, great food, great dinner date. We'll come back again after our honeymoon – Min Yoongi & __'

After lunch, Yoongi fulfills your wish of going on a hot air balloon. The pilot assists you into the basket and stays with you the entire time of the flight. Regardless of his presence, however, you and Yoongi are able to maintain a healthy level of intimacy. And besides, it's not like you both have a ridiculous need to make out all the time.

Your relationship was more subtle so to speak; everything was in the details. Gentle touches, small favors, remembering the more significant and least significant facts about each other. That's how you and Yoongi love and connect with each other.

Still, you like a good make-out session as much as the next guy but making out with the pilot only steps away? You and Yoongi prefer privacy–light kissing was okay though.

"The view is better than I expected," you say with your arms wrapped around your fiance's waist. "Thank you for doing this for us. It's unbelievable."

Yoongi holds onto you as well, his arms around your shoulders and back. "I wouldn't dream of coming here and not doing this with you. The weather is perfect for this sort of activity too."

While the balloon drifts over all of Gapyeong, its charming nature on full display, you snuggle yourself into Yoongi's chest. The moment is completely surreal and you can't imagine a life without him by your side. And what's more, is that he feels the exact same way.

"Yoon?" You lift your head to meet his face.

"Hm?" His eyes are set straight ahead, giving you a side profile.

"Can you kiss me while we're up here?" You whisper the words but he doesn't quite hear you evident by his lack of response. "I want you to kiss me," you repeat.

Yoongi looks at the pilot who shifts his eyes elsewhere as if on queue. A pair of warm lips capture your cooler ones milliseconds after and surprisingly it's firm.

"I love you."

"I love you too __."

You snuggle back into his chest as he points out several areas he finds interesting, comparing them to different songs it reminds him of.

You return to your rental around 7 p.m., right after dinner. Both you and Yoongi decided it is better to save the rest of the exciting activities tomorrow as originally planned and watch a movie. Dinner got you both stuffed to the high heavens too so you needed to turn in for the night.

"Hey baby?" he asks in the same raspy voice from earlier today while he was packing the car. Hearing it always makes your stomach do somersaults. Yoongi puts his hands on your waist and continues. "How would you feel if we watched the movie in an hour?"

You loop your arms around the back of his neck to draw him closer. "Okay. What do you have in mind?" You're sure you know where he's going with this until he starts hesitating his next words. And when you notice he's looking past you towards the dining table where all his equipment is stacked, you break from his hold.

"Min Yoongi, are you seriously trying to seduce me into letting you work tonight?" You throw your hands on your hips as most anyone in your situation would do.

"I'm not," he starts but pauses. "Okay I kinda was but I had such a wonderful time with you today that it gave me inspiration for one of my new songs. I'd kinda like to get a bit of it on my computer before I...forget it."

"Oh Yoon," you cross your arms.

"We can watch a movie right after. I don't even need an hour. How about half an hour. Twenty minutes?" He's must be onto something if he's trying to bargain with you this much. Well as much as it pains you, you're no she-devil. You'll let the man work but you're cutting him off at forty minutes only because if he gets to an hour, he won't stop for the rest of the night....or trip for that matter.

"Go ahead," you say.

Yoongi grins when you agree to your request, his eyes sparkle too. You're still borderline ticked about this but you said you'd let him work a little if necessary. And by the looks of it, he about to explode if you don't let him get his ideas out.

"Will you tell me what you're working on?"

"Top secret information. I can't tell you and risk exploiting the company." You slap his chest, feigning irritation. Yoongi chuckles and paces over to the dining table to unzip his laptop case. "I'll show you when it's done."

You take a seat at the table with him but find it extremely out of character when he gives you a displeased look.

"Uhm, wouldn't you be more comfortable on the couch baby?" he suggests, eyes darting towards the living room.

"Why? You don't want me being here or something?" you joke yet it rings true by the way he struggles to form an answer. Obviously he wants privacy this time. "Fine," you say and get up from your seat. "No more than forty minutes you hear? I'll lay down in the bedroom and nap or something."

"Mhm yeah," he replies and sits in one of the chairs with his earphones already over his ears. He looks cute actually...adorable even. You snap a quick photo and slip into the bedroom.

Well, you caved and let your fiance' work on his music for another forty minutes after the original forty minutes was over. So here you are, star-fished in your king-sized bed and jammies, waiting for Yoongi to be ready for your movie.

But wait a damn minute.

Just who are you __? You and Yoongi had a deal that he'd only be allowed a certain amount of time to work on his music and he pushed that limit with that stupidly handsome good looks of his. Plus he didn't even let you stay with him. Just tossed you to the curb. Isn't that a little sneaky of him?

Okay so maybe you're stretching it a little but you won't lie–you want our finace's attention back! And what better way to do it than to use your feminine prowess. It's sooner than you'd planned to use it but you have a sexy white lingerie set that you buried at the bottom of your suitcase. It's a lacy corset with matching panties you got only a week ago so he's not seen it yet.

You leap out of bed and start tossing your clothes off one by one–a giddy feeling settling in your gut. You swear to god if he even thinks about telling you to go back into the bedroom you will get on your knees and suck his dick.

Alright, maybe you're getting a little too wound up so to calm yourself down you go in the bathroom and splash some cold water on your face. After that, you dig in your bag until your fingers graze across something soft and lacy.

"Oh Yoongi. Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi," you hum to yourself in a sing-songy voice. "Two can play this game."

He doesn't notice your presence when you creak the bedroom door open. Your rental is all one level with the bedroom facing the dining room where your fiance' concentrates on his laptop.

You quickly body-check yourself one last time before strutting toward him. When you get close enough, you set your hands on the table and stare at him until he blinks his eyes up at you.

"__!" He tosses his earphones off his head when he sees a sliver of your cleavage above his laptop screen. "What are you doing dressed like that right now?" You'd tell him to look you in the eye when he talks to you but you enjoy his shocked expression too much–it's a mix between being caught off guard and getting extremely turned on.

"I wanted to get your opinion on this little number I bought a few weeks ago. I think it's pretty with the lace detailing throughout. And it fits really well too which is a rarity for me. Don't you think?"

Yoongi swallows hard and watches you stand straight to graze your hands down your sides. They move slowly, tracing every line and curve on your body. And he must admit this set you have on is accentuating you in the finest way possible.

"Yes, I think it's very nice __." He shifts his attention back to his laptop screen. "Is that...all?" he dares to ask.

"No," you shake your head, struggling to keep yourself controlled and seductive. Like how they show it in movies–seemingly effortless than in real life. You round the dining table until you're directly behind him. You place your hands on his muscular shoulders and start massaging them. "I'd like to know what you like about it Mr. Min."

Yoongi groans at the use of his surname and closes his eyes, basking in the feeling of your hands digging into his shoulder blades. "It's sexy yet elegant at the same time. Makes your body look like heaven with the way the fabric clings to your form. And the corset pushes up your breasts into two perfect globes whereas the panties accentuate your inner thighs, making it look like a sin that most can only dream of touching."

"Look at you becoming an expert in ladies' undergarments. Picking a few things up from Jimin huh? What else do you like about it?" You bring your lips to his smooth neck and graze your teeth ever so gently over the delicate skin. It's only a tease, barely touching, but you feel your finace' flinch at the action.

"Fuck–if you want me to go absolutely feral keep doing what you're doing." If it's meant to be a threat you're unscathed.

"Wanna see it Yoongi." You lick the side of his neck. "That's all I've been wanting this whole time. For you to let loose a little with me. But here you are with your computer for nearly two hours when you can be fucking me instead."

"Shit stop, " Yoongi orders stills one of your hands with his. "What are you doing __?" His voice is shaky yet trying so hard to remain firm.

"Isn't it obvious?" You move your body to one side of him to easily look him in the eye. Then you put a hand on the top of his laptop before closing it shut. Yoongi jolts forward when you do this but you grab his face with both hands and bring him into a kiss before he can sound a word.

You kiss him roughly, moving your lips fast against his. And what do you know, he opens his mouth just enough to let you slip your tongue inside. A hot sensation settles in your core upon realizing that you're taking the lead tonight. When it comes to you and Yoongi's sex life, it was never one of you who takes control. That was a shared venture ever since your first time together.

Yoongi lets out a couple of muffled groans when you move one of your hands to palm his bulge under the table. It's not fully hard yet but it will be soon. You then fiddle with the zipper of his jeans to which he stops with a free hand immediately.

You smirk when he pushes his chair back, to stand up. Yoongi then picks you up in sturdy arms, bridal style, and walks you both towards the bedroom.

"Not thinking about work now hm?" You tease and nibble at his neck. You're on the bed within moments, not so elegantly at that. "Yoon—" you start as he starts ripping his shirts off his body. He throws them on the ground before working on his jeans.

Your eyes wander across his smooth, tanned chest as you wait for him to say something. Starting at his collarbone where a thin silver chain hangs loosely around his neck and all the way down to his navel. You didn't know he was wearing a chain under his shirt until now.

"Yoongi?" You shift uncomfortably on the bed as you watch him push his jeans and underwear down his legs, breath hitching at the sight of his hardened length. But not a word comes out and it's making you crazy. When Yoongi chooses to give you the silent treatment in settings like these it typically means he's incredibly turned on.

He looks at you then at the ground between his feet.

You know what he's asking for.

And like his peachy sweetheart you stay put, biting down a smirk that he'd like to wipe off your face.

Yoongi cocks his head to the side and wets his lips at you. A long, impatient sigh leaves his lips. And when he grips his length in his hand you bolt off the bed and fall on your knees in front of him.

"Don't want to watch me get myself off do you?" He sneers and you reach to bat his hand off his length. You then spit in your palms and wrap your hands around the base of his cock. "Shit," he curses when you begin pumping him slowly.

"Let me do it," you say. You absolutely hate when he tries getting himself off in front of you. After all, that's your job, is it not? Eager to please you continue gliding your hands up and down his hardened member. You lean forward to lick the mushroom tip, just enough to have him shuddering.

"Fuck, put your mouth on me, baby. Show me how good you can suck." It's a plea for relief and you are happy to oblige. So with your hands still gripped firmly around his length you wrap your lips over the head of his cock. You let your tongue roll over the slit then underneath where all men are guaranteed to go weak on their knees. You then hollow out your cheeks and take him further until you can't anymore.

"Oh fuck me," he swears, immersed in the feeling of your mouth and hands working on him simultaneously. Your fiance' is pretty big so your hands needs to make up for where your mouth can't.

"Mph!" You moan a little when he thrusts into your mouth unexpectedly. He makes sure to get easy first, light gentle thrusts that make your panties stickier with arousal.

Yoongi watches as your cheeks get more hallowed out, eyes watering as his cock disappears between your lips. His own eyes are struggling to stay open as he wants to toss his head back in pleasure yet the temptation to see you taking him so well wins out in the end. "This feels so good baby. No one sucks cock like you can, goddamn it."

The thrusting gets rougher and faster with each push and pull. Your fiance' is evidently getting close to his release and you blink back any tears threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes. You love seeing him like this—letting go of all inhibitions.

"Yoon!" You yelp when he suddenly pulls himself out of your mouth and hands. You're sure he was seconds from releasing on your tongue. Yoongi chuckles at your half-offended face. He gets down on his knees himself and pulls you into a passionate kiss with a hand behind your back.

This time it's his tongue in your mouth, licking as many places as he can. His hands trace up and down the lacy fabric of your lingerie at the same time.

"I love this on you," he says when he finally breaks from your lips. "I'd like to see you in it more often if I can." He then tugs at the laced-up ribbon on the back that's holding it together until it's loose enough to take off your body.

"God you're so gorgeous," he praises and tosses the corset on the ground beside you both. Yoongi cups both your bare breasts and circles his thumbs over the hardening peaks.

"Yoon," you moan as his lips find their way to the side of your neck. He leaves open-mouth kisses from the sweet spot behind your ear and down to your shoulder. "That feels so–shit I don't even have words."

" Good," he hums and lowers his head to your breasts and mouths at one gently. He's careful to lick the nub and suck it firmly. While he does this his fingers play with the hem of your lace panties. When you feel them slip underneath the thin string band you raise your knees for him to slowly push the material over your ass and down your legs.

Yoongi lets your breasts go to allow you to sit back down and kick the panties off your legs. You go back in for another kiss once they're off but he stops you by gripping your jaw with a firm hand.

"Uh not so fast," he says. "I want you on your hands and knees slut."

You're stomach flips from the degrading name. It's not something you and him do often but the coolness in his voice tells you he isn't taking no for an answer. And to be quite honest, you're a little turned on by the change.

"You want to fuck me here on this carpeted floor?" You ask once your ass is propped in front of him. You just know he's staring at it. Your fingers claw the ground as you wait for his response.

"You're still on birth control right?" He falls to his knees behind you and guides the tip of his cock over your folds teasingly.

"Y-yes," you say. The feeling on his head rubbing against you already has your core twisting in pleasure.

"Then we'll do it here. Your cunt is already dripping with your cum. Got my dick wet already." He brings a finger up to trace up your folds and you clench at the subtle touch.

"No more teasing Yoon," you beg. "Need you to fuck me."

He chuckles lowly and eases his finger in you, pushing until it sinks all the way in. "You're forgetting something..." he then moves forward to graze his lips near your ear. "Right now I own your orgasms which means I can easily edge you with my fingers all night and not give you any kind of release. So if I were you I'd try asking again, nicer."

You bite your lip and maul over his icy words. As you do Yoongi curls his finger to stimulate your G-spot. The moan that comes out of you in response has him groaning into your ear. "Please—," you say in a near whisper. "Fuck me Yoongi."

"What was that? I couldn't hear you." He knows it drives you mad to do this; begging for his cock with such desperation. Still, he likes making you do it once in a while and this happens to be one of those times. Keeps you humble, he thinks.

"Please fuck me Yoongi," your repeat louder. "I can't wait any longer, please."

Yoongi gives you a quick peck on your jaw in satisfaction and sits back up on his knees. He removes his finger from your cunt and positions his length at your entrance. Both hands come out to firmly grip the sides of your hips as he pushes him in, all at once.

"Fuck—" You moan when he bottoms out. Everything inside you screams with you in arousal. Yoongi gives you a moment to adjust to the size; he knows how big he is, and then he pulls himself all the way out to slam back into you. Your body jolts forward with the push, hands gripping as much of the carpet as they can. "Yoongi!" You moan and he clamps down on your hips harder.

"Screaming so soon baby? We're just getting started fuck," he rasps and thrusts into you again, harder than the last. It doesn't take long before he gets into a steady rhythm and your moaning over and over again. "This what you like? Interrupting my work to get fucked on your hands and knees?"

"You were taking so-fuck-long. Had to do something to get you to pay attention to me again." You can hear the chain around his neck jangling louder as he fucks into you. And if you could, you'd peer over your shoulder to take in the sight but he's snapping his hips so fast and hard in you that your only option is to stare in front of you at the blank wall or down at your hands.

"My attention? You thought I wasn't paying attention to you—fucking hell this pussy is so wet and tight it's making me even harder." He picks up his pace, thrusting into you with determination and pure lust. Each time his cock sinks into your pussy he feels a spark of electric pleasure surge through him, going straight to his cock. "I promise, you don't have to worry about that anymore. Do you wanna know what I was working on? I'll tell you if you want to know."

"I thought that was classified and I'd exploit your company if you told me." You mimic his voice from earlier.

Yoongi gives your butt a slap instantly and you moan at the contact. "Don't be a smart ass when I'm balls deep in you. Now as I was saying, do you want to know what I was working on?"

"A new song? Oh shit, right there!" Your eyes roll up when all the thrusting starts making your walls clench, nearing your high. "Fuck, fuck Yoongi, harder, please! So close."

"We're gonna need to go a second time if you're coming this fast baby," Yoongi says, beating into your pussy. The sound of skin slapping skin echoes off the four walls of the bedroom. "Want this cock Mrs. Min? Want it to make you come all over me?"

"Yes, yes I do Yoongi. Make me come with your big cock. Fuck!" You pant as he continues to move inside you. "But you did it again Yoon. Calling me Mrs."

"Just-fuck-go with it!"

"Oh god I'm gonna come. Any time now," you whine, the cord inside you so, so close to breaking. Yoongi gives you a few more full thrusts and with that, you have your first orgasm.

"You soaked me baby," he groans. "Fuck." He pulls himself out of you to your surprise and you whip your head around your shoulder.

"You didn't come," you say.

"I know, but as hot as your ass is I want to see the face of the woman I'm going to be marrying when I come. So how about rolling on your back for me while I'm still hard?"

"Okay," you nearly grin with sheer happiness when you hear how sentimental your finance' sounds. Yoongi can be a tough man but his he's got a heart of pure gold.

"I love you," you say before he wraps your legs around his waist and puts himself back into you.

"I love you too." Yoongi puts himself back into you and starts chasing his release with so much passion that it stirs another spark of arousal inside you. "Oh my god baby, feels so good. And your eyes are so beautiful, lips perfect for kissing, and wanna hold you like this forever. I love it when you cling onto my arm when we're out in public too and when you fall asleep on my chest when it's just us. Fuck, fuck gonna come soon."

Your mouth gapes open at how much is flooding from his lips right now. The combination of his length working you up to a second orgasm and his words making you on the verge of tears is too much to handle. "Come in me Yoon, I love you. Only you."

He finally releases at your word and you come for the second time that night. Yoongi gently places your legs on the ground and pulls himself out of you. "Are you okay?" He asks. "We should've done this on the bed. I'm sorry, I got carried away and wasn't thinking—"

"I liked it," you reassure. "Do you...uh do you want to take a bath now?" Yoongi smiles and nods.

"I'll run the water in a few minutes."

"No I can do it," you move to get up but he stops you with a hand on your arm.

"I'll do it baby. Stay with me a moment longer." You lay back down as he crawls next to you on his back.

"Uhm Yoon," you ask, leaning your head back on his chest. You're both in the tub now with the hot water soothing your muscles. "Did You mean everything you said a few minutes ago? All the stuff about my eyes and...stuff."

Yoongi hears the faintest insecurity in your voice and wraps his arms around your waist from under the water. "I meant every word of it. And you want to know something?"

"What?"

"We never got to finish this thought earlier. But the reason I've been so preoccupied with my music lately is because I've been trying to make a song to surprise you with at our wedding. I've been struggling to find the right beats and lyrics because, well it's you. And anything I've come up with isn't doing the trick." He pauses and you're lost for words. You had no idea his "new song" was for you the whole time. "I'm sorry I insisted I bring my equipment this weekend," he says.

"I don't even know what to say Yoongi. You wrote a song for our wedding. I feel so dumb for being mad about it." You wipe a few tears from your eyes, just small ones that manages to fall from your eyes.

"Hey, don't cry baby," he coos. "And don't call yourself dumb. You didn't know and I was more preoccupied than I should have been about it. It's not finished though since you know, we had sex in the middle of it all."

"I—I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? I love having sex with you. In fact, if you wanted to have sex in this tub right now you wouldn't hear me complaining at all."

"Yoongi-"

"I'm serious __ so if this is you getting shy then there's only one way to cure it. I'll start listing everything I enjoy about being with you. Let's start with when I sink my fingers into your wet pussy. Your moans are so pretty, begging for me to add an—"

"Ah stop, stop stop stop!" It shouldn't embarrass you but it does. Yoongi laughs at your change of character and kisses the side of your head.

"I'm just saying you don't have to apologize for anything alright? I'm the one that should be doing that."

"No, I understand why you brought it with you. But from now on can you try leaving it at home more? At least when we go on our honeymoon?"

"I promise you I will not bring it on our honeymoon. That is a line I will not cross."

"You better not," you say, closing your eyes. "I'll really not have it with you then."

"I expect nothing less as my wife. I know we've said it a hundred times already but I do love you __. More than anything. Even my music."

You tell him that you love him too, complete calmness showering over you. To the happy couple, you hum to yourself.

a/n: Hoping you enjoyed as much as I did writing this. TY for reading and LMK your thoughts 💞

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