#yes i have nothing better to do right now i WILL be giffing hobi

[taehyunghobi]

embarrassed baby 😅

[ladyartemesia]

All I Want For Christmas is You

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

Summary: When Park Jimin is unable to escort his precious sister through the gauntlet of corporate holiday galas, he blackmails his best friend Taehyung into being her chaperone. After all, who better to safeguard his headstrong sibling than a man who would never want her for himself? (She and Tae have spent the better part of a decade mutually disliking each other, and that’s putting it mildly.) Yet, even the best laid plans may go awry at Christmas and Kim Taehyung is about to discover that the girl he never wanted has become a temptation he cannot resist...

Genre: Comedy • Fluff  • Smut

Tropes: Brother’s Best Friend (Reader is Jimin’s Sister) • Enemies-to-Lovers

Collab: This work is part of the Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tropes Collab featuring original holiday themed works by @ppersonna • @xjoonchildx  • @underthejoon • @yeojaa​ • @untaemedqueen • and @snackhobi

Word Count: 17K (I know—I am shocked too honestly)

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: suggestive photographs • mention of accidentally being hit with a baseball • hints of jealousy and possessiveness • light tit slapping • explicit sexual content • m/f oral sex • consensual unprotected sex (shield it before you yield it y’all) • Viola’s mirror kink makes yet another appearance •

Acknowledgements:

To @ppersonna​ (Lindy) @underthejoon​ (Fal) and @xjoonchildx​ (Ana) you guys are my heart. Your support, willingness to read (and re-read) and give honest feedback made this fic special. Your friendship is my daily dose of awesome. Truly, I love you.

To @untaemedqueen​ (D) all of the above applies to you, but I owe you a little something extra for the LITERAL HOURS you spent in the doc with me. This fic would not be here without you. You kept me moving. You inspired me. You were amazing. Thank you so very much. This story is lovingly dedicated to you. 

To @hobi-gif​ for being the most thorough and incredible beta reader and for having all the important girl chats with me. I think you learned more about my past than you wanted... Either way you made this story better and I am profoundly grateful for the hours of time you spent. I have removed all the Hope-No-No words in your honor. 

To @lemonjoonah​ as always, you knew EXACTLY what I needed to tweak to make this story work. (Gotta pass that Lemon Litmus Test or no dice lol.) My lovely soul twin. You’re a bloomin’ rockstar. 

Please Picture This Taehyung:

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Yes. Because you absolutely owe me.”

“Then send me a bill, not your unmanageable harpy of a sister.”

Jimin raised a single unimpressed brow. 

“Kim Taehyung. It was exactly five years ago today that I carried your drunken naked ass two miles in the rain after you set your clothes on fire and sprained your ankle at that Beta Phi party.” He paused dramatically. “Do you remember what you said to me that night? After I deleted several pictures off phones and paid off half the party to keep it out of the papers?”

The man in question shifted uncomfortably.

“That incident is a bit hazy in my memory. I’m not sure I recall—”

“Jiminie—you’re the best and I—I owe… you. I owe you the most, Jiminie. I do—I owe you a favor—one BIG favor—anything you ask… Even though... I actually like being naked. I don’t think we need clothes. We should all be naked. Everyone. Then there would be world peace.”

Taehyung’s jaw dropped. 

“You RECORDED IT?!”

Jimin grinned, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

“Naturally. And I had it all ready to go—just in case you needed extra convincing.” He crossed his arms and fixed his best friend of nearly fifteen years with a triumphant smirk. “I’m calling in that favor today, Taehyung. Now are you a man of your word or not?”

“He did WHAT?!”

Your mother winced. 

“Jimin was... uncomfortable leaving you alone for the holiday season. He normally accompanies you to the galas but this year—”

“This year I was going to go alone and finally build my reputation as an asset to this family!”

Park Soomin sighed as she watched her daughter pace fiercely around the living room of their luxury suite. 

“No one doubts that you’re an asset, but… in light of recent events...”

Rage and embarrassment flared up in your chest before you could stop them. 

“This is about Milo… isn’t it?”

The silence that greeted your statement was confirmation enough. 

“Are you ever going to trust me again?” you whispered. 

“Oh sweetheart... it isn’t you we don’t trust...”

Tears burned at the corner of your eyes, but you ruthlessly blinked them back. 

You would play along with their humiliating schemes. 

For now.

“So which one of Jimin’s Ivy League brat pack did he blackmail into babysitting me? 

For the first time in the entirety of the conversation, your mother looked truly nervous. 

“Kim Taehyung.”

You tripped over your own feet and face-planted into the sofa. 

“Jungkook, I need to look into faking my own death. Nothing too over the top. Just a tasteful disappearance—”

The man in question could barely restrain his grin. 

“You don’t pay me nearly enough to deal with your mother in the event of your tragic demise and miraculous resurrection.”

“I could pay you more.”

“Or,” Jungkook replied with a heavy dose of judgment coloring his tone, “you could put on this ridiculous tie and stop trying to weasel out of it.”

“Sometimes I wonder why I pay you at all,” Taehyung growled, yanking the tie from the younger man’s grasp. “Clearly I’m not the one in charge.”

“Your words, sir, not mine. Now shall we go over the details and itinerary?”

If Jeon Jungkook wasn’t the best executive aide in the city (and one of his closest friends) Tae would have drop-kicked him right then and there.

“Could you at least try to look like you’re not enjoying this?”

“I’m sorry, sir. It was insensitive of me to ignore your suffering in this delicate time. The trauma of escorting a beautiful woman to a series of glorified buffets weighs heavily upon you.”

Taehyung tightened the tie so aggressively, he almost strangled himself.

“Beautiful woman?!” he wheezed. “We’re talking about the girl who showed up to our formal graduation party looking like she just escaped from Azkaban.”

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. 

“Tae… how long has it been since you’ve actually seen Ms. Park?” 

“Seen? Maybe three—four years.”

The heir-apparent of Kim Holdings avoided the public end of corporate culture like the plague, preferring to leave the requisite schmoozing to his personable cousin, Kim Seokjin. 

However, he had crossed paths with his adolescent nemesis in... other ways. 

Taehyung was romancing a lovely young socialite who suddenly ghosted him after someone told her that he wanted at least eight naturally-birthed children. 

Soon after, your favorite charity received an anonymous 30,000 dollar donation requesting that you be featured in the dunk tank for an upcoming benefit carnival and then the same anonymous patron paid for at least fifteen little league teams to attend. 

In retaliation, someone petitioned the National Aviary Society (chaired by a very influential senator’s wife that no one ever refused if they wanted their permits to go through) to make Taehyung the MC at their annual awards ceremony—knowing full well he was allergic to birds (not dangerously allergic—just enough to be miserable).  

Taehyung had sniffled and sneezed through approximately one hundred parrots, parakeets, and other assorted fowl until he was ready to commit murder. 

The last several years had been littered with similar incidents of the two of you taking thinly veiled potshots at one another. 

“I can’t imagine she’s changed very much,” Taehyung bit off absently. His mind was abruptly consumed by how he could get revenge for those demonic birds. 

He didn’t notice the smile creeping over Jungkook’s face. 

“No, sir. I’m sure she hasn’t changed at all.”

Taehyung had only ever had the wind knocked out of him once before. 

He was Dionysia High School’s star pitcher for three seasons and during one particularly tense game against JY Prep, Lim Jaebeom whacked a line drive right into his solar plexus. 

That’s how it felt to look up and see you at the top of the stairs. 

In his head, you were still the mischievous imp from his childhood. Every prank he played was directed at the fierce little fiend with braids and braces who’d knocked him and his date into the university fountain while experimenting with her friend’s skateboard. 

But she was gone… and in her place was something far more dangerous. 

A woman. 

Silken fabric wrapped tightly over curves you definitely didn’t have four years ago. That wild hair had been tamed into shining waves and pinned elegantly at the nape of your neck. The wicked slit that traveled all the way up your thigh teased a smooth shapely leg that all but demanded the viewer fantasize about running their hand up the length of it. 

Suddenly it was very clear why Park Jimin wouldn’t let his sister venture into the corporate cesspool alone. 

Because the sight of you could make a man desperate. 

Betrayal—of all things—slowly crept over Taehyung as you descended toward him like some sort of angel floating down from the heavens. 

His mind went blank. Just watching the seductive shift of your hips as you swayed ever closer felt like a violation of his friendship with Jimin. He could feel the judgmental stares of an imaginary Bro-Code Council boring into him from on high. 

“I see you’ve recovered from your memorable tenure as the Aviary Society’s Master of Ceremonies.”

And just like that the brat was back. 

Taehyung breathed a hefty sigh of relief, secretly thrilled to be in familiar territory with you. 

“Naturally I was delighted to help Senator Mitchell’s wife. In fact, Mitchell’s office just fast tracked all my pending permit requests for the new year.” He tilted forward, coming into your space a bit. “I should really send you a thank you card.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you scowled, breezing past him like an indignant queen. 

Tae could practically see the steam pouring out of your ears. 

“Of course not,” he chuckled.

The first gala of the holiday season was an extravagant annual affair hosted by Min Corp., a Seoul based investment firm that commanded billions in assets. This year, the theme of the event was the Joseon Dynasty and the entire ballroom had been gloriously transformed into a stunning celebration of the Min family’s royal heritage. 

Attendees were gifted their own traditional fan, each uniquely crafted by artisans from Damyang. Taehyung’s was all black with bold silver calligraphy while yours was a beautiful bamboo and silk piece decorated with pomegranate trees. 

You had already whacked three people with it by the time dinner was served. 

“It really is a pity these fell out of fashion,” you lamented. “They’re quite useful.”

“You are deranged,” Taehyung mumbled, massaging his temples in exasperation. 

“Nonsense. I only fanned those who deserved it.”

“Harkins?”

“He was staring at my rack for a solid minute.”

Taehyung could hardly blame the man, it was a battle he himself was losing after all, but Harkins was twice your age and married—therefore his ogling was in especially poor taste. 

“Okay... What about Kang?” 

“He was verbally abusing one of the waitstaff.” 

“Alright, fair enough, but why on earth would you go after sweet old Mrs. O’Malley?”

“She was about to grab your ass.”

Taehyung’s mouth dropped open.

“She’s eighty-five!”

“And still kickin’ apparently.” You shook your head in disgust. “As if I’d whack an eighty-five year-old woman for anything less than non-consensual touching.”

“I- I- mean—surely you must be mistaken,” he coughed. 

“Oh, there’s no mistake. That nasty old crone is a serial offender. She likes to play it off as dementia, but she’s as sharp as a tack. Last year she got a whole handful of Jimin. Honestly, I’d call the police on her, but the commissioner is her grandson so I doubt I’d get very far.”

Taehyung turned to the woman in question just in time to see her totter lecherously toward Jung Hoseok, fingers already twitching in anticipation. 

“Is nothing sacred?” he mused hollowly. 

You shrugged. 

“Many people who accumulate as much as our families have start believing that they are entitled to whatever strikes their fancy.” Your eyes met his with a hint of bemusement. “Surely you should be used to this sort of thing by now?”

“Yes, but I was hardly expecting it from little old ladies!”

The remainder of dinner was a terse affair where you pretended he didn’t exist for the entire meal and he in turn pretended that the spunky young heiress seated to his right was the most darling creature to ever walk the earth. By dessert she was ready to get married and you were ready to vomit. 

Afterward, Taehyung found himself quickly converted to your views on fan usefulness as you began strolling through the crowd intent on strengthening your family’s corporate ties. 

“Kim Taehyung,” you ground out through clenched teeth, “how am I supposed to do business if you keep stabbing everyone I speak to!”

“I don’t know what you’re implying. I’m simply not used to carrying one of these. I may have accidentally grazed a few overzealous individuals—”

“My last three conversations have been rudely disrupted by the blunt end of that accused fan.”

Taehyung crossed his arms smugly. 

“And what of it? Jimin sent me along to keep an eye on you and the gentlemen in question were hardly behaving themselves. No one has to put their hand in my back or lean that close to me when they’re talking business.” 

“That’s because no one wants to get that close to you,” you replied sweetly. “You’re gross.” 

A devastating grin slid slowly over his features as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear. 

“I can think of several women who might disagree.”

He just barely caught the hitch in your breath before- 

“Like who? Miss Blushes-and-Giggles from dinner?”

“Jealous?” Taehyung drawled cockily. 

“Only in your dreams, Kim.” Then, with a deliberate flick of your fan, you turned your back to him. “I’m headed for the ladies room. Do yourself a favor and don’t follow me in.”

It was twenty minutes before Taehyung realized that you slipped out the back entrance of the restroom. 

It took another ten for him to locate you on the balcony flirting outrageously with Min Yoongi. 

The young heir of Min Corp. was just leaning closer to whisper sweet nothings in your ear when a black fan slid right in between the two of you. 

“Lovely weather we’re having,” Taehyung observed cheerfully. His eyes bounced between you and Yoongi with barely concealed fury and you let out a miserable groan. 

“Mr. Kim,” Yoongi cleared his throat significantly. “What an… unexpected surprise.”

Frustration clawed at your chest as your overbearing guardian nodded smugly in response. 

It was time to teach him—and Jimin—a lesson. 

“Yoongi,” you sighed, sliding your hand pointedly through the crook of his arm, “I’m not feeling at all well. Would you perhaps… escort me home?”

Taehyung suddenly looked as if he’d swallowed a live octopus. 

Yoongi grinned, clearly thrilled with the prospect of simultaneously spending more time with you and irritating Taehyung. 

“It would be my pleasure.”

“Jimin is gonna kill me,” Taehyung grumbled as he watched Min Yoongi help you into the passenger seat of his Aston Martin. 

An ugly green feeling he refused to identify twisted sharply in his gut when you smiled coyly at the other man. 

“This is ridiculous,” he snarled to no one in particular before yanking his phone out of his pocket. 

Jungkook picked up on the second ring. 

“Sir?”

“I need you to drive to Ms. Park’s apartment and tell me if she goes in alone or if Min Yoongi goes in with her.”

“You want me to what?!” 

“Just do it!” he snapped, downing an entire glass of champagne before signaling his own driver. 

Fifteen minutes later his phone vibrated from the car seat next to him. 

1 New Message from: Jungkook

Her building has four separate entrances. Which one do I watch? 

Taehyung could practically feel the vein pulsing in his forehead as he scrolled through his contacts. 

You picked up on the fourth ring. 

“Hello?”

“Where are you?”

“Oh it’s you… Wait—how did you get this number?”

“Jimin. Obviously. Now please answer the question.”

“Oh a ‘please.’ Who knew you had manners?”

“Answer the question, Park. I’m tired.”

The distinct sound of a zipper unzipping carried through the speaker. 

“I’m at home, of course. Where else would I be? I just got here like a minute ago.”

He had a sudden vision of Min Yoongi helping you out of your dress. His grip on the phone tightened. 

“Are you alone?”

You snorted. 

“I don’t see how that is any of your business.”

Taehyung saw red. 

“I’m coming over.”

There was a loud crash and several colorful words in at least three different languages. 

“Wha- No! I’m trying to go to bed!”

“With who?!”

“With myself, you idiot!”

“Prove it!”

“Fine! I will!”

The line disconnected and Taehyung swore loudly. He was just about to direct the driver to your building when his phone went off again. 

1 New Message from: Park Gremlin 

He almost choked on his tongue. 

You were clearly in the middle of undressing and—in your irritation—probably hadn’t looked too carefully at the picture you sent.  

At first glance it was simply a shot of your empty room (presumably “proof” that you were alone) but you neglected to consider the floor-length mirror hanging in the far corner…

A mirror that showed you angrily holding up your phone with your gown pooled deliciously around your waist and the soft round swells of your breasts strapped into lacy red lingerie. 

You were exquisite. 

A fierce, hot sensation gripped him ruthlessly, and this time there was no mistaking it. 

Desire. 

Your phone lit up on the bed where you tossed it after snapping a photo for your tightly-wound man nanny. 

1 New Message from: Kim Grinch 

I didn’t know you liked Van Gogh. 

Your head tilted in confusion. 

There was a Van Gogh print in your room, but he couldn’t have seen it because it was behind you when-

Oh NO.

You gasped, scrolling back up to confirm what deep down you already knew to be true. 

… You just sent Kim Taehyung a topless mirror selfie. 

Several miles away, smiling smugly in the backseat of his town car, Taehyung was sure he could almost hear you screaming. 

“Good morning, sir. Which would you like first; the bad news or the worse news?”

Taehyung groaned from underneath his covers. 

“Don’t you ever knock? I could have a woman up here.”

“You’ve never brought a woman up here.”

“Is that the bad news?” Taehyung yawned. 

“No,” Jungkook tossed a small stack of newspapers and printed digital articles into his lap, “this is the bad news.”

Pictures of you, Min Yoongi, and even himself were splashed over the front pages of all of them. 

PARK ANGEL TRADES ONE CORPORATE HEIR FOR ANOTHER AT MIN GALA

WHO WILL WIN THE PARK ANGEL’S HEART? KIM TAEHYUNG OR MIN YOONGI? LET US KNOW IN THE COMMENTS

NEW ROMANCE ALERT? PARK ANGEL LEAVES JOSEON BALL WITH MIN SCION 

“The Park Angel?” 

“That’s what the media calls her... The public is rather fascinated with her actually.”

“Can’t imagine why,” Taehyung mumbled. 

“Of course not, sir. It’s a great mystery.”

As usual, Taehyung chose to ignore his aide’s lethal snark and pressed on to the matter at hand. 

“This is a flaming disaster.”

“Oh I don’t know. I really appreciated the picture of you staring on forlornly while she and Yoongi climbed into the Aston Martin. Takes a real gift to capture all that drama in a single frame.”

“Which one was that?!” 

“It’s right under the MAN DOWN: PARK ANGEL LEAVES KIM TAEHYUNG HEARTBROKEN headline.”

Tae ran his hand down over his face in exasperation. 

“I’m surprised my mother hasn’t called.”

“She has. Twice.”

“I don’t suppose that’s the ‘worse news’ is it?”

“No.”

“Of course it isn’t. I’m never that lucky.” He collapsed backwards into his pillows with a beleaguered huff. “Go ahead then. Tell me.”

“Park Jimin is on the line for you right now.”

After a small eternity on the phone with Jimin (assuring him that NO Min Yoongi had not despoiled his precious sister and YES he would definitely do better next time), Taehyung was forced to attend an impromptu brunch with his mother. It took considerable effort, but he was eventually able to convince her that you were neither breaking his heart nor expecting his child. 

By the time he arrived to collect you for this evening’s event, Taehyung was already sick of hearing your name (he’d spoken it no less than three hundred times since Jungkook woke him this morning).

You were in much the same boat as Taehyung, having spent most of the afternoon pacifying Jimin and clearing up your own mother’s romantic delusions regarding the Min and Kim heirs respectively. 

Tonight’s gala was a Victorian Christmas Ball thrown by the National Literary Fund and the entire venue had been transformed into a Charles Dickens fever dream. 

Unlike the Min Gala (whose theme was guarded like a state secret every year) the Literary Fund’s tribute to A Christmas Carol was tradition and you were dressed accordingly in a custom corset gown with gorgeous detailing. 

Every second of effort it took to lace yourself into the monstrosity was worth the look on Taehyung’s face the moment you slipped off your cape. 

“Something wrong, Mr. Kim?”

Taehyung was desperately trying to look literally anywhere but your chest, where said corset was serving up your breasts like a debauched buffet. 

Jimin. Think of Jimin. Think of what Jimin will do to you. Think of how much trouble she’s caused-

He peeked again.

I would pay a million dollars to suck those tits. 

“Nothing at all,” his voice cracked. 

The itinerary for the evening included performances by a local children’s choir, a traditional waltz, and—of course—dinner.

You both managed to get along without snapping at each other during the choral performance, but as two of the largest donors to the Children’s Literacy Initiative, neither of you could escape being drawn into the waltz. 

The energetic socialite who Taehyung flirted with over dinner the previous night eventually lured him onto the floor while you graciously accepted an invitation from a lovely older gentleman who chaired the Fund’s event committee. 

For the first few movements, you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. Mr. Lee was charming, respectful, and still an excellent dancer despite his advanced age. It wasn’t until a familiar sound caught your attention that the lightness in your chest suddenly felt heavy...

Taehyung was laughing. 

You heard him do so many times over the years, and in each instance, the carefree magic of it never failed to make your heart flutter. 

But now he was smiling down at the pretty little heiress and laughing for her… and the flutter in your chest was accompanied by something else. 

Something that felt an awful lot like longing. 

“Does he know you look at him like that?” Mr. Lee asked quietly. 

Your eyes flew guiltily to his, but it was too late. The old man had caught a glimpse of the secret you buried deeply for more than a decade; so deeply, in fact, there were times you almost forgot it yourself...

Almost. 

“No,” you whispered, “he has no idea.” 

Disaster struck at dinner. 

Taehyung quite liked dancing with the lovely Miss Something-or-Other. She was sweet and funny and (unlike with you) he wasn’t constantly torn between agitation and raging inappropriate lust in her presence. 

The cold shoulder you offered him when he took his seat seemed even more frigid than usual and he spent half the meal wondering what he’d done to earn your amplified disdain when suddenly—

Your hand smacked down on his wrist, seizing it in a vise-like grip. 

Taehyung nearly choked on his steak and was about to give you a searing set-down over your spontaneous grabby-ness when he noticed your expression. 

“What’s wrong?” he whispered, leaning forward in concern. 

“I-I need—” 

It looked as if you were in some sort of physical pain and Taehyung was rapidly becoming worried. 

“I need your help,” you finally managed to whimper and the next thing he knew, you were dragging him away from the table and into one of the secluded alcoves near the main entrance hall. 

“Is there anyone around? Can anyone see us?” The look on your face bordered on unhinged. 

“No. There’s no one. Park, are you okay? What’s going on I—”

“I need you to unlace my dress,” you hissed frantically. 

At that moment, a bomb could have gone off and Taehyung wouldn’t have blinked. 

You, however, were completely preoccupied with your own distress and therefore oblivious to his. 

“My earring broke during dinner and fell down there and now it’s stabbing me—”

Your eyes were beginning to tear. Taehyung remained frozen, still trying to figure out whether or not this was a lucid dream. 

“—it’s definitely pierced the skin and there’s a possibility I’m gonna start bleeding through the fabric—”

The mention of blood snapped him out of his daze somewhat. 

“A-Alright. Just turn around—brace yourself on that wall.”

You quickly did as you were told and Taehyung began to tug fruitlessly at the ties cross-crossing your back.

“Why won’t this—”

His fingers fumbled over the knots, desperately trying to loosen them, but they simply wouldn’t budge. 

“I can’t—I can’t get it. Whoever helped you into this thing made sure you weren’t getting out of it.” 

You whined in frustration and the earring shifted a bit in response. 

There was only one other way to fix this (and you would almost rather be in pain). 

“Taehyung I—” you turned to face him again, forcing your eyes shut before reluctantly doing what had to be done “... I need you to reach down the front of my dress and get it.”

He blinked. Twice. 

“I’m sorry—What did you just—”

“Please, Tae,” you whispered desperately, letting your lip tremble in a way he had never been able to resist, “it hurts…”

He gulped. 

His eyes dropped to the matter at hand.

This is fine. Everything’s fine. She’s in pain, right? You’re basically a doctor right now. You’re just going slide your hand in between the most mouthwatering pair of breasts you’ve ever seen and then—

Taehyung’s manic inner monologue was interrupted by the sound of his own moan. He immediately faked a coughing fit to cover it and prayed you hadn’t noticed. 

(You hadn’t. You were actively being stabbed.) 

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” he muttered, curling his fingers over the scalloped edge of the bodice. 

You bit your lip, desperately trying to hold back any reaction, but when his knuckle brushed the pebbled tip of your nipple, you gasped. 

Oh.

His hand stuttered, lingering a moment too long over the tight little peak as his gaze suddenly shot up to meet yours. Both of you had been studiously avoiding eye contact, yet now it was as if neither of you could look away. 

Taehyung wet his lips reflexively. 

“It’s too tight,” he whispered, “I need more leverage.” 

Then his arm wrapped over the curve of your lower back and he drew you tightly against him, anchoring your hips just enough to fully slip his hand between your body and the corset. 

You were so warm.

So soft...

“I can feel it,” he grunted, “but I can’t get a good grip on it.” 

His mouth pressed into a tight line as he leaned forward, bringing your back up against the wall. You let out a little squeak and his eyes darted briefly down to your mouth before he spoke again. 

“Hold on to me.”  

You nodded and wordlessly slid your arms around his waist.

If you concentrated hard enough, you could almost pretend that this wasn’t one of the most erotic moments of your life. 

You could almost pretend that it meant nothing. 

Your mind was spinning wildly, wondering what he was thinking, wondering if he noticed how strangely you were breathing or how hard your heart was beating...

“I’ve got it,” he murmured. Shivers shot down your spine at the dark timbre of his voice. 

He was so close. You could feel every word he spoke brushing softly against your skin. 

“On ‘three’ I’m going to pull it out… Are you ready?”

You drew in a final steadying breath. 

“Do it.”

He nodded. 

“One… Two… Three—”

Taehyung yanked his hand back and several things happened at once. 

Your breasts bounced almost entirely out of the corset. 

The decorative clasps on the front of your gown tangled with the buttons on his shirt and when he pulled back, three of them went flying off like stray bullets. 

And finally, the corset didn’t relinquish Taehyung’s hand quite quickly enough and, as a result, you toppled forward and crashed down on top of him, smashing your newly bare breasts to his newly bare chest. 

It could have been ten seconds or ten hours that passed by while the two of you lay there, breathing heavily in a pile of confused arousal when—

“... Is… everything alright here?”

You both looked up to find a thoroughly scandalized member of the waitstaff standing over you. 

Taehyung saw his life flash before his eyes—ending (of course) with Jimin murdering him for this. 

He gulped again. 

“I can explain.” 

It was decided—for the sake of appearances—that you would both leave the venue (immediately) in separate vehicles. 

Taehyung dropped a cool three hundred in crisp bills on the unfortunate waiter in order to help him ‘forget’ whatever he may or may not have seen. 

Neither of you spoke another word to each other in the ten minutes it took to bribe all the appropriate parties, gather your coats, and call for two separate town cars. 

Something had happened when he touched you; a subtle shift in the precarious balance of your relationship that you both felt keenly, but could not possibly begin to define. 

Taehyung barely even remembered climbing into the back of a vehicle. His body was firing on auto-pilot after the sensory overload of the last half hour. It wasn’t until he was nearly home that he realized he was still holding onto your earring. 

His mind began to wander as he examined the troublesome bauble in his palm. It was a striking piece; deceptively complex and unexpectedly beautiful. 

Just like you.

He told himself that the heat pooling low in his belly was anger—that the strange anxiousness to be near you was simply a desire for retribution—that it was merely platonic curiosity that left his hands aching to explore the rest of your curves. 

Lies.

… and pitifully transparent ones at that. 

Still, he clung to them desperately out of self-preservation. 

The gentle hum of his phone suddenly disturbed Taehyung’s silent contemplation. 

1 New Message from: Park Gremlin 

I made it home safely. 

Taehyung’s fingers were typing a reply before he could properly consider the consequence of his actions. 

To: Park Gremlin

I require proof… like last time. 

He nearly threw the phone the moment he sent it, running his hands down over his face in disbelief. 

You’re playing with fire, Kim Taehyung. 

And he was burning up already. He had no business sending you texts like that. Maybe you wouldn’t catch it. Maybe he could just-

The phone went off again and it was embarrassing how quickly he scrambled to open your response. 

His heart stuttered in his chest. His breathing ceased entirely-

And he knew—he knew—there was no coming back from this.

At first glance the photo was nearly identical to the shot you sent him last night. Same room, same angle… 

same mirror.

Yet this time, the reflection was quite different. 

The temptress in the glass wore nothing but that sinfully delicious corset and a pair of silky lace thigh highs, each accented with a green satin bow. 

He wanted to rip them off with his teeth. 

 “Oh Taehyung,” he whispered, as a dark wave primitive longing tore through him, “you are in so much trouble.”

Across town (buried beneath a pile of blankets) you were still struggling to process the boldness of your own actions when his response lit up your screen. 

1 New Message from: Kim Grinch

Green is my favorite color. 

“WHERE IS HE—”

Taehyung awoke to a series of crashes and shouts echoing from the floor below him. 

Jungkook was already seated in the corner of the room reading a newspaper. 

“Good morning, sir,” he said without looking up. “Would you like the bad news or the worse news?”

Suddenly the french doors of his bedroom slammed open and one very irate Park Jimin stormed through. 

“I swear I should have seen this coming. The two of you have always been obsessed with each other, but I never imagined—”

Taehyung’s eyes widened guiltily. He quickly schooled his features into a confused glare. 

“Jimin, I’ve only been awake for fifteen seconds. What the hell are you talking about?!”

Another stack of newspapers hit his lap and this time the pictures were mostly of him with his shirt ripped halfway down his chest. 

KIM HEIR AND PARK ANGEL CAUSE AN OLD-FASHIONED SCANDAL AT VICTORIAN BALL

FORGET MISTLETOE: KIM TAEHYUNG DISCOVERED UNDER THE PARK ANGEL AT CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION

NAUGHTY NOEL? PARK ANGEL’S STEAMY AFFAIR WITH CORPORATE PRINCE 

PARK ANGEL TOPS KIM TAEHYUNG’S CHRISTMAS TREE

He winced a bit at that last one. 

“You have ten seconds to explain before I start throwing things.”

Taehyung opened his mouth to do just that, but he was interrupted when his mother marched into the room waving the same articles that Jimin had just thrown at him. 

“KIM TAEHYUNG I raised you better than this! How could you!? That poor girl!”

“Mother!” he squeaked, yanking his blanket up over his chest like a frightened debutante. 

Jungkook began surreptitiously filming the whole debacle from the corner. 

“Indeed,” Jimin added darkly, crossing his arms over his chest, “how could you?”

Taehyung sighed heavily. 

“Is anyone else going to come charging into my bedroom?”

“Just answer me once and for all, is she pregnant?” 

“WHAT?!” 

“NO! Mother! Oh my—”

“Why does your mom think my little sister is pregnant?!”

Taehyung waved his arms wildly in exasperation. 

“My mom thinks everyone is pregnant! You know this!”

Jungkook could no longer contain his hysterical cackling. He very nearly fell off the chair trying to hold it all in. 

“Mr. Jeon,” Taehyung ground out irritably, “if it’s not too much trouble, could you please escort everyone out of my bedroom so I can get dressed!” 

“So you see—I was basically like a doctor,” Taehyung finished emphatically. 

He spent the past twenty minutes explaining to the entire table (which now included both you and your mother) why it was necessary to shove his hand down the front of your dress. 

Park Soomin had shown up at his door looking for answers (and dragging you behind her like a sacrificial lamb) about three minutes after Jimin. 

You had taken one look at Jimin’s murderous expression and insisted that the situation be evaluated over breakfast at the cafe down the street (where there were lots of witnesses). 

Which was how you, Taehyung, Jimin, and both your mothers ended up discussing your cleavage over coffee in a public restaurant. 

Jimin was the first to break. It was a few snorts at first, but he was basically in tears by the end of it, wheezing about how he never doubted Taehyung for a second and holding on to his sides from laughing too hard. 

Taehyung’s gaze met yours for a brief, heated exchange. He conveniently forgot to mention your slightly-less-than-explainable ‘check-in’ texts, but their existence was palpable in the air between you. 

“I think I’ll take a walk,” you muttered, excusing yourself from the complicated atmosphere at the table. 

Taehyung’s eyes lingered on you a tad too long as you wandered away, a fact that wasn’t missed by either of your mothers.

“Just a few more events and you can go back to not seeing her at all,” Jimin chuckled, patting him on the back. 

“Yeah,” Taehyung answered with a tight smile. “That’s… great.”

The cafe had a lovely little balcony area decorated with all sorts of comforting Christmas foliage. It was far more inviting than the awkward conversation and confusing stares you and Taehyung had been trading all morning. 

For the first time in the nearly fifteen years of your relationship (such as it was) you didn’t know where you stood with him… and it bothered you more than you cared to admit. 

Taehyung had always been important to you, whether you wanted him to be or not. He mattered—effortlessly—from the first moment you met him and continued to do so without regard for your sanity. 

Whatever was building between you now would almost certainly bring change… though what kind of change was anyone’s guess. 

It was hard to imagine the years ahead without the strange excitement he always brought to your life, but some things were simply out of your control…

“I never thought I’d see you here.”

A profoundly unpleasant feeling (something similar to falling through the ice on a frozen pond) overtook you. 

“Milo.” Even saying his name felt gross. You sighed. “What is so strange about seeing me here?”

The man in question blushed in a way you once found irresistible. 

“I looked for you everywhere. All your usual places—”

“I avoided them.”

I avoided you. 

Milo nodded. 

“I—I figured.” 

He took a step closer and you instinctively moved back. The hurt in his eyes was unmistakable, but you had long since become immune. 

“What are you doing?” you hissed angrily. “I thought I made myself clear the last time we spoke.”

“Yes, but—” his hand reached out to curl over your forearm and you recoiled, “you didn’t give me a chance to explain—”

“Excuse me.” 

You both turned to see Kim Taehyung with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at Milo like he was a roach that crawled across his dinner plate. 

“Your mother sent me to come find you. She wants to leave.” 

You nodded and moved to pull away, but Milo’s grip tightened on your arm. 

“No—please if you just give me a minute—”

“That is enough,” Taehyung snarled, seizing the other man’s hand and forcibly removing it from your person. He angled his body between the two of you protectively. “I think it’s time for you to go.”

Milo’s eyes narrowed. 

“You’re Kim Taehyung. I read all about you in the papers this morning.” His lips twisted into an ugly sneer as he addressed you. “You really think you’re better off with him if that’s the way he treats you?”

Taehyung tensed menacingly beside you, but you laid a gentle hand on his arm to calm him. 

“None of that is any of your concern.” Your gaze rose to meet his defiantly. “Nothing about me is your concern anymore.”

Milo’s eyes fell to where your palm rested on the other man’s sleeve, noticing the way you both unconsciously leaned toward one another. 

“This isn’t over,” he muttered, storming off. 

After he was gone, you let out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding. 

“Thank you,” you whispered (though you couldn’t resist adding), “I could have handled it myself of course…”

Taehyung laughed. 

“Oh I know. I was at that party where you knocked out Tyler Jung for grabbing your ass.” 

You grinned. 

“I’d forgotten about that.”

“Well I’m sure Tyler hasn’t.” 

(He neglected to mention that he split Tyler’s lip behind the library the next day, just to make sure it was extra memorable for him.) 

“I wish I could forget about Milo.”

“... Are you still in love with him?” 

The words tasted like ash in his mouth. 

“No.” You smiled softly. “I’m not sure I was ever in love with him actually. It’s more—” you sighed, “—embarrassment… wounded pride.”

Taehyung tilted his head curiously and you found yourself continuing. 

“In the beginning, he was very playful and charming—and obviously handsome. He reminded me so much of—”

you. 

You cleared your throat. 

“Anyway… I was quite taken with him at first. I didn’t suspect any ulterior motives.” You shrugged, trying to hold back the unpleasant emotions that always threatened to overrun you in moments like this. “I just thought he liked me.”

Taehyung’s eyes filled with sympathy and understanding as you spoke. It felt oddly natural to open up to him this way. 

“Jimin is very protective of me—with good reason it turns out. He was suspicious of Milo and hired people to do some discreet digging.”

Your hands wrapped around your body for both warmth and comfort. 

“Milo’s family owns several companies, just like ours, but they’re all struggling. His father sent him to me hoping that he would eventually get compromising information… a sex tape or photographs—something of that nature. They intended to blackmail Jimin into doing business with them.”

Taehyung felt his jaw clench painfully. Fury, hot and profound, rolled through him. 

“I should kill him.”

You shook your head, amused in spite of yourself. 

“That’s exactly what Jimin said.”

“He has good instincts.”

“Scum like Milo aren’t worth it,” you chuckled. “He never got what he wanted… but I was still mortified. I felt like such a fool for believing him.”

“No,” Taehyung’s hands slid up to cup your shoulders, “it’s not foolish to believe that someone cared for you.”

It would be so easy to care for you. 

“Besides…” his eyes fell briefly to your lips as he searched for the right words, “I saw the way he looked at you and—even though he’s clearly a terrible person—I believe his feelings may have been genuine.”

You nodded. 

“That’s what he keeps trying to tell me—that he did have bad intentions, but ended up falling for me anyway.” You shook your head. “As If I could believe a word he says.”

The silence between you stretched comfortably. Taehyung sensed you had more to say, so he waited until you were ready to voice it. 

“I think that’s why I’m so sensitive about handling things on my own lately… and just now even. I want to prove to everyone—to myself—that I’m not a liability.”

“Hey,” he whispered, tipping your chin up till your gazes met, “no one thinks you’re a liability. And even if you are capable, no one should have to fight their own battles all the time—especially when they’re emotionally compromised…” His thumb gently brushed away the small tear that escaped down the curve of your cheek. “That’s the benefit of having people who care about you.”

“... Like you?” 

The words left you so softly, you could almost imagine they were still in your head where they likely should have stayed. 

Taehyung’s eyes widened in surprise. His gaze became even more intent and you ceased breathing altogether. After a moment his lips parted as if he was about to speak- 

“What’s going on, guys?”

You both jerked back at the sound of your brother’s voice. He was standing in the entrance to the balcony, gaze darting suspiciously between the two of you. 

Taehyung was a bit dazed, but you were always quicker on your feet. 

“I ran into Milo… Tae was calming me down.”

Jimin’s eyes hardened immediately. 

“Where is he?”

“Long gone,” you mumbled, ambling over to the familiar warmth of his arms. “I just want to go home.” 

The Black and White Ball was one of the most coveted invitations of the holiday season. 

The dress code was quite strict (all black or all white—no exceptions) and it was one of the few events where people actually arrived in limousines. 

Taehyung loathed limousines. He felt absurdly pretentious pulling up to your building in such a gauche ride, but traditions and appearances meant too much in his world to simply disregard them. 

His ensemble for the evening was a beautifully tailored black suit with hand-stitched baroque detailing. Oddly, he found himself wondering what you would think of it... 

“You look like a vampire.”

Taehyung turned at the sound of your voice and was struck, yet again, by how incredibly beautiful you were. 

You had chosen to wear white, donning an exquisite gown with delicate pearl beading and a daring sweetheart neckline that molded perfectly to your frame. 

If he looked like a vampire, you were surely an angel. 

Still…

Angel or not, he couldn’t let that comment pass. 

“I think I’m offended.”

“I can’t imagine why. After all, loads of women are attracted to Nosferatu.”

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. 

“There are so many sexy vampires in popular culture, but you just had to lump me in with the creepy bald one...”

You shrugged playfully. 

“I wouldn’t want you to think I was going soft.”

A wicked grin danced over your lips as you strolled past him regally—just as you had many times before... 

This time, however, he let his eyes linger a little longer on the view. 

Lord have mercy. 

“Of course not,” he coughed. 

“You’re what?!”

You rolled your eyes.

Tonight had been going rather well. 

The two of you formed a mutual unspoken agreement to pretend that your last encounter on the balcony (and on the phone) had never happened and (despite the heated glances you occasionally traded) the bickering and playful banter characteristic of your relationship had all but returned to normal...

Until Taehyung learned of your participation in the evening’s main event. 

“I told you, I’m part of the date auction this year.”

“Does your brother know about this?!”

“I didn’t see any reason to bother him with it.” You were suddenly preoccupied with your nails. 

“Woman,” Taehyung sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “are you trying to make my life difficult?”

“No, I’m just naturally gifted in that respect.”

You turned and began making your way to the front, but Taehyung was hot on your heels and clearly not ready to let the matter rest. 

“I cannot believe you’re actually going through with this! It’s not 1810, you know. We shouldn’t just auction off women for dates—”

“You’re absolutely right, Tae Tae.” You brushed a condescending pat over his cheek. “Nowadays we auction off the men too.”

Then you sauntered off to join the rest of the participating women—and men—backstage, leaving Taehyung to stew about the entire situation from the crowd. 

“As you know, all proceeds from tonight’s auction go to fight childhood hunger right here in our city. For legal purposes, I must advise all bidders that you are only bidding on the company of the individual in question.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Jimin is probably going to kill me for this.”

“If you place the winning bid, then you and your date will receive two VIP tickets to the Governor's Winter Wonderland Gala which comes with a variety of amenities including; a luxury limousine service, one of the private and famously romantic Winter Wonderland dinner experiences—”

His eyes fluttered shut. “Jimin is definitely gonna kill me for this.” 

“—unlimited free drinks, ten complimentary tickets for each of the grand prize raffles, photos with the Governor and his family, along with many more surprises!”

Taehyung grabbed a champagne flute from a nearby waiter and downed it in one go. 

“And now for our first date of the evening! Mr. Jackson Wang!” 

Jackson went for a cool six grand because no one was brave enough to outbid his girlfriend. 

After him, the beautiful Manoban heiress and her handsome cousin Kim Namjoon went for twelve grand each.

Jung Hoseok started a frenzied bidding war between two young socialites and Mrs. O’Malley. He ended up going to the lovely Ms. Ana Fallon for a staggering twenty thousand dollars. 

Taehyung’s own cousin, Kim Seokjin, paid a jaw-dropping twenty-one thousand dollars for Lin Yuna, the young CEO of Lin Cosmetics. (Taehyung made a mental note to ask him about that later.) 

Then it was your turn. 

“The next lady on our list needs no introduction. The lovely Park Angel has graciously agreed to a date with one lucky bidder tonight! Who will it be? Do I hear ten thousand?”

“Ten thousand.”

Taehyung swung his head toward the first bidder and breathed a sigh of relief. 

Tam Martin, one of your best friends and very gay. 

“Eleven thousand.”

“Twelve thousand.”

“Fifteen.”

“Sixteen thousand dollars.”

“Seventeen thousand.”

“Eighteen.”

Taehyung was having trouble keeping up with all the bidders. His ears were starting to ring again and a strange unpleasant nausea was building in his stomach. 

“Twenty thousand.”

“Twenty-five thousand.”

“Thirty thousand!”

At the sound of the last bidder’s voice, you noticeably paled. Your eyes flew to Taehyung’s and immediately he knew exactly who it was. 

Milo.

Before he could even react to the new information, another voice joined the fray. 

“Forty thousand.”

Min Yoongi smiled smugly from the other side of the room and even had the audacity to throw you a wink. 

You smiled shyly at the young heir’s boldness and Taehyung felt something downright unholy rise up in his chest. 

No. 

Milo was still bidding. 

“Fifty thousand dollars.”

Not her. 

“Sixty,” Yoongi countered.

She’s mine. 

Suddenly Taehyung was on his feet. 

“One hundred thousand dollars!” 

The silence in the backseat of your limousine was deafening. 

Tension charged the air like an electric current as the significance of the last hour weighed heavily between you. 

The spacious luxury vehicle allowed you to sit facing one another. Taehyung’s eyes were focused on his hands, but you were looking at him—letting your mind run wild with speculation. 

And hope. 

Part of you was still there, on the stage, watching him stand up and bid a fortune for the pleasure of your company. 

His gaze was so fierce when he spoke, like an ancient emperor calling out his decree for the people to obey. 

You dreamed about him bidding on you when you signed up for the auction (even before Jimin bullied him into accompanying you). You let yourself imagine him speaking out again and again till the others stepped back—

Yet you never dared hope for it. 

However, the last several days marked an unexpected turning point in your relationship. 

For years, you and he were like magnets with a too-similar charge, but something had shifted irrevocably between you, and somehow your stubborn similarities became opposites that could not resist their attraction. 

Kim Taehyung was one of the wealthiest men in the city…

But he didn’t need to buy your heart. 

It had always been his, even if you didn’t want to admit it. 

He had claimed you tonight—and every single soul in that ballroom knew it. 

The next move was yours and you intended to make it. 

“Mmm,” you hissed a bit, bringing your hand to rest just below your breasts. 

Taehyung’s gaze flew up in concern. 

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, it’s just that scratch from the earring,” your fingers rubbed gingerly at the spot, drawing his focus to it, “it still stings.”

“Oh… I—” he shook his head, “I didn’t realize it was that bad.”

“Do you want to see?” 

Taehyung’s eyes rose slowly to yours. 

You watched the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he considered your words. Anticipation vibrated through your blood like notes struck on a piano—

Then he nodded...

And you both were lost. 

Trembling fingers slid the zipper down the side of your gown. The dress itself was a marvel of physics designed to support you without the need for a bra. 

Taehyung drew in an impossibly deep breath as the fabric drifted to your waist, baring the perfect mounds of your breasts to him entirely. 

“Here,” you whispered, pointing to a small red mark just under the curve of your left one. 

He bit back a moan. 

“I—I see. That looks… painful.” His fingers dug into the seat beside him. “Is there anything I can do to help?” 

You nodded. 

“Kiss it better.”

Taehyung felt the air knock out of his lungs like a sucker punch. 

This must have been how Adam felt when Eve offered him the forbidden fruit all those millennia ago. 

He knew he shouldn’t—

but he could never deny you. 

“Of course.”

You watched as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He looked like a man possessed and you reveled in the power of it. 

It was for you. 

He wanted you. 

Your back arched up the slightest bit, beckoning to him—offering him a taste of what he was so desperately craving. 

Touch me… please. 

Large palms landed on either side of your thighs, bracing him on the seat beneath you. The tip of his nose teased the delicate line of your collar bone and he swore violently under his breath. 

Then his lips were on your skin and your mind went blank. 

“Taehyung—“ you moaned. 

Hot open-mouthed kisses spread over the soft swell of your breast and you gasped— shuddering helplessly as a fierce wave of pleasure tore through you.

Sweet merciful heavens. 

Over the years you imagined a moment like this thousands of times in your head—only to discover now that you had pitifully underestimated both his passion and his skill. 

You had dreamed of a quiet fire—but he had unleashed an inferno. 

The lewd sounds of his mouth nipping and sucking at your tender flesh filled the small space around you as he poured himself into each obscene contact—stopping briefly to flick his tongue over the taunt peak of your nipple. You trembled breathlessly at the sharp snap of sensation, letting your head fall back against the seat as you buried your fingers in his soft curls. 

“T-Tae—”

Finally his mouth fastened over the tiny scratch, and the kiss deepened. You knew what he was doing, what the result of his efforts would be—

He was marking you. 

And you wanted it. 

Oh how you wanted it. 

Suddenly the car took a sharp turn, causing Taehyung to lose his grip on the seat. His arms wrapped around your torso for balance, dragging you fully against him.

“Does it feel better, Angel?” he growled. 

You nodded frantically and he nipped at the underside of your breast. 

“Speak up.”  

“Yes, Taehyung,” you whimpered, “it feels so much better.” 

“Mmmm,” he hummed, brushing his mouth along the sensitive column of your neck. “Who knew you could be such a good girl?”

Then his hand came up to grip your chin, turning it so your lips were almost against his—

“Madame. We’ve arrived.”

The driver’s voice cut over your senses like a shard of ice. 

Taehyung jerked backward and immediately buried his face in his hands. 

Your fingers hastily yanked your dress up and you stumbled out of the car in a daze, letting your feet carry you forward until you collapsed on top of your bed. 

Did we just...

You hadn’t even begun to collect your thoughts when your phone buzzed from inside your purse. 

1 New Message from: Taehyung 🙄🥴🙈

I need to know you made it safely to your room. 

You grinned. 

Greedy boy. 

Back in the limousine, the boy in question was nervously tapping the corner of his phone against his chin as he waited for your reply. 

1 New Message from: Angel 🤬🥵😅

Oh? But you saw me walk in… and I’m already in bed.

Taehyung growled in frustration. 

She would be a tease. 

To: Angel 🤬🥵😅

I tend to worry. Put my mind at ease. 

He shook his head. 

I have officially gone insane. 

The phone buzzed again. 

1 New Message from: Angel 🤬🥵😅

Well… We can’t have that can we… 

Taehyung literally felt the whine tear out of him as he opened the picture. 

Your gorgeous body (the body he’d had his hands and mouth on for one glorious minute) was nestled decadently atop a pile of fluffy blue blankets and wrapped in nothing but a tiny silk robe. 

The neck gaped open just enough to show off the pretty red marks he left on the delectable curve of your breast. 

He groaned, biting down hard on his bottom lip.

To: Angel 🤬🥵😅

That's all I get after I made the pain go away? Good girls send real proof, Angel

The screen lit up again almost immediately. 

1 New Message from: Angel 🤬🥵😅

Guess I’m not such a good girl after all...

Jimin came tearing through the Kim Manor front gate at precisely 7 AM—only to find Jungkook camped out at the entrance with several outdoor space heaters and a giant mug of hot chocolate.

“He told you not to let me in, didn’t he?”

Jungkook took a long satisfying sip of his cocoa. 

“I hope you don’t feel singled out, sir. I’m not allowed to let his mother in either.”

“I need to talk to him.”

“Of course, Mr. Park, let me just pull up his schedule—”

“I need to talk to him now.”

“I’m afraid Mr. Kim is booked solid for the morning.”

Jimin stomped his foot like a petulant child. 

“I know he’s up there.”

Jungkook grinned. 

“You’re welcome to climb the trellis and check. I promise not to stop you if you make it all the way up.”

“COME DOWN HERE AND FACE ME YOU COWARD!” Jimin shouted at the top of his lungs. 

Jungkook took another long pull of his drink. 

“Might I inquire as to the reason for your visit today, sir?”

“The reason for my visit,” Jimin yanked out his phone and angrily began typing into the search bar, “is that your boss paid ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS for my sister at a date auction last night and I want to know what the hell is going on between them!”

The article Jimin pulled up (DEVILISH KIM TAEHYUNG BUYS HIMSELF A $100,000 ANGEL) featured an image of the two of you entering the Black and White Ball. Your head was thrown back in laughter and Taehyung was grinning down at you as if you’d personally hung all the stars in the sky for him. 

A genuine smile crept over Jungkook’s face as he studied the photograph. 

“That’s quite a headline.” He handed Jimin’s phone back. “Have you asked your sister about it?”

“No, I swung by earlier, but she wasn’t home so—” His eyes widened. “Oh my—is she—”

Jimin suddenly took off running for the trellis, and Jungkook scrambled out of his chair to chase him. 

“KIM TAEHYUNG IF MY SISTER IS IN THAT ROOM—”

He was already three feet off the ground when Jungkook yanked him back. 

“I thought you said I could climb the trellis!”

“Yes,” Jungkook wheezed, “but I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” That trellis is a hundred years old! A few more feet and I’d be scraping you off the antique brickwork!”

Jimin scowled and crossed his arms. 

“Are you by any chance open to bribes?”

“Normally yes, but Tae promised to double my Christmas bonus if I didn’t accept them today.”

Jimin continued to eye the trellis speculatively, clearly willing to take his chances. Jungkook sighed and rubbed his forehead. 

“Mr. Park, I promise you… He came home alone last night. In fact, they both returned earlier than usual because your sister had a 7 AM finance meeting.” He paused significantly to glance at his watch. “Which is probably where she is right now.”

“Oh… Well.”

Jungkook bit his lip to hold back a snort and Jimin’s eyes narrowed. 

“He has to come down eventually.”

“One would think.”

The young Park heir glanced toward Taehyung’s window again just in time to see the man in question dart back behind the curtains. 

"I KNOW YOU'RE AWAKE, KIM TAEHYUNG, YOU PHILANDERING SLEAZE BAG!" 

Jimin made another jump for the trellis and this time Jungkook caught him in mid-air. 

“Sir, I’m sure it was just the maid!”

“It’s not the maid! I’d know that raggedy mop of his anywhere!”

Jungkook was out of breath at this point. Park Jimin might be small, but he was fierce. 

“Perhaps it’s best if you took a moment to collect yourself,” he grunted. “There’s a lovely new spa down the street and they sent Taehyung two free deluxe packages.”

Jimin stopped struggling. 

“Oh?”

Five minutes later, Jungkook sighed deeply and fished his phone out of his back pocket. 

“He’s gone, sir.”

“Excellent work, Jungkook. I never doubted you for a second.”

“However…”

“... However?”

“I had to give him your spa passes.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“Are you headed for a gala or the guillotine?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. 

“I don’t pay extra for commentary.”

“It’s complimentary, sir.”

The Kim heir tugged absently at the material of his absurdly expensive evening wear. 

Why do these events always have to be so uncomfortable? 

“Seriously, Tae… you seem,” the young aide searched for the right words, “unusually tense.”

Taehyung’s mind flashed back to three nights ago when he had his mouth wrapped around your breast. 

“Not at all,” he coughed, loosening the collar of his shirt. 

Jungkook bit his lip.

“Is this about Ms. Park, sir?”

The cufflinks Taehyung was attempting to fasten suddenly went flying across the room and hit a lamp. 

Both men winced. 

“I think that was your grandmother’s.”

Taehyung sighed. 

“I admit there have been… some developments.”

Jungkook nodded nonchalantly, trying to disguise the fact that he was internally frothing at the mouth for details. 

“... Such as?”

Taehyung gulped. 

“It started out rather innocently I suppose…” he cleared his throat, “but there may have been some suggestive photographs.”

“There may have been? Are you not sure?”

Taehyung colored guiltily. 

“Well—”

“Do you need me to check for you, sir? I have an art history degree.”

“Absolutely not.”

Jungkook grinned. 

“That’s what I thought.”

Taehyung yanked his tie out of the younger man’s hand. 

“Things have… escalated a bit.”

“Escalated how?”

I licked her tit in the back of a limo.

“Physically.”

It was everything Jungkook could do to maintain a straight face. 

“That’s… shocking.”

“Then why don’t you seem shocked?” Taehyung grumbled. 

A small smile played across Jungkook’s lips as he pointedly ignored the elder man’s observation.

“So what are you going to do, sir?”

Taehyung was silent for a long moment. 

“I honestly have no idea.”

Watching you walk toward him was an experience.  

Taehyung wondered absently if this was how it would be from now on; if for the rest of his life just the sight of you would be enough to scatter his mind and his pulse and even the way he breathed. 

Your dress tonight was deadly. 

It was a decadent red satin halter that clung to every curve. The truly wicked detail, however, was a daring slit that ran the entire length of your leg. 

Taehyung was certain he was going to trip over his own tongue at some point if he looked directly at you for too long. 

Oh help. 

Memories of your previous encounter flooded his senses. Every second you were getting closer and he didn’t know what to do—what to say. 

So he didn’t say anything at all. 

Not a word when you reached the bottom of the stairs. Nothing but silence as he opened the door of the limo for you. More silence and no eye contact as he settled into the seat across from yours—

And you tolerated that for about three minutes. 

“I never thought I’d see the day when Kim Taehyung didn’t have a comment about something. Perhaps I should mark this down on my calendar.”

The words were lightly spoken, but you were shaking on the inside. The last time the two of you were alone together he had your dress around your waist and you were moaning his name. Now he wasn’t talking and you were torn between panic and irritation. 

Taehyung, however, latched onto your passive barb like a lifeline. 

“Is that a hint of sarcasm I hear from the benevolent Park Angel?” He grinned. “Surely not.”

“Red is not a particularly angelic color. Perhaps I’m feeling feisty today.”

Taehyung leaned back in his seat and indulged himself in a thorough examination of your outfit. The urge to run his hands over the satin-covered lines of your body was nearly unbearable. He curled his fingers into fists to keep them from doing just that. 

She is definitely trying to kill me. 

“Should I be worried?”

Now it was your turn to grin. 

“I guess we’ll find out.”

The Governor’s Winter Wonderland Gala was by far the most extravagant event of the holiday season. Tickets cost a small fortune and sold out almost immediately. 

But it was well worth the price of admission.

Thousands of lights sparkled overhead as you made your way through the great hall of Governor Kim’s mansion. 

It was like stepping into a fairytale. 

Taehyung couldn’t take his eyes off you. The sheer wonder in your expression was breathtaking. 

You were breathtaking.  

“Governor Kim, it is such an honor to finally meet you.”

The Governor was a handsome man in his early fifties with a smile that was every bit as lethal as it had been twenty-five years ago. 

“The honor is all mine, Ms. Park. I trust my nephew is treating you well.”

Your eyes widened. 

“N-nephew?”

Taehyung shrugged. 

“I don’t really talk about it much.” 

The Governor chuckled and you cleared your throat to cover your nervousness. 

“Yes, he’s been a very capable escort.”

“Is that so?” Governor Kim smiled charmingly. “Well if it doesn’t work out, my son Seokjin is still single—”

“Thank you, Uncle. It was lovely to see you as always.”

You squeaked as Taehyung placed his hand firmly on the curve of your back and practically dragged you away. 

The Governor just shook his head and laughed. 

“Oh kid, you’ve got it bad.”

Everywhere you looked there was beauty. 

Whoever planned the gala this year had truly gone above and beyond. Surrounded on all sides by glittering trees and snowy vignettes, it was easy to be swept away in the festive magic of the evening. 

All in all (despite some initial awkwardness), you were having a fantastic time...

Until she showed up. 

“Kim Taehyung! Is that you?”

Every single hair on your body stood on end, but before you could determine the source of the shrill squealing, you found yourself being nudged aside by a blinding golden gown and some very high heels. 

“Aubrey,” Taehyung grunted as five-and-half feet of gorgeous wrapped herself around him like a clinging vine. “Long time no see.”

“Not since that vacation in Aspen,” she giggled. “We had quite a time, didn’t we Tae Tae!”

Suddenly you had the most unholy urge to slap the spray tan right off this woman. 

Instead, you plastered on a vibrant smile and placed your hand on Taehyung’s sleeve.

“Um. Excuse me, Tae Tae, perhaps you could introduce us?”

Taehyung looked as if he’d just been served raw fire ants for dinner. 

“Yes. Of course. This is—”

“Aubrey Alicia St. Valentine,” she interrupted with a smug little smirk. “Taehyung and I go way back.” Her expression grew just the slightest bit tighter. “And you are?”

“His date,” you deadpanned. 

“Aubrey,” Taehyung cleared his throat, “I’d like you to meet Ms. Park she’s—”

“Oh my goodness! You’re Jimin’s little sister aren't you!” Aubrey slapped her hand over his chest and he winced. “That is so precious of you to take her around like this!”

Your eyebrows raised right up into your hairline and Taehyung groaned. 

“Yes, he was kind enough to sign me out of the nursery for the evening.” You offered them both a painfully vacant nod. “If you’ll excuse me, I think I see one of my play-dates near the buffet.”

Then you turned on your heel and sauntered off without another word. 

Taehyung moved to follow you, but Aubrey curled her fingers into the crook of his arm and pulled him back. 

“Oh let her go, Tae. You and I have so much catching up to do.”

Taehyung pointedly removed her hand from his elbow. 

“Some other time perhaps.” 

Aubrey pouted prettily. 

“You’re not running off after her are you? She’s a big girl, she can take care of herself.”

Taehyung crossed his arms and fixed her with a knowing look. 

“Funny... that’s not what you were implying a moment ago.”

“A moment ago I didn’t have you all to myself. Now I do.” She had the decency to blush. “Perhaps I got a bit jealous.”

“You don’t say.” His eyes continued to search the crowd for any sign of you. 

“It seems I had good reason to be,” she murmured quietly. 

“Aubrey... Listen I—”

She cut him off with a finger to his lips.

“Don’t bother Tae Tae. I’m petty, but I’ve never been pathetic.”

He grinned. 

“Never.”

The lady sighed and gave him a heated once over.

“What a shame.”

Then she strolled off with a rueful smile. 

“You know what I don’t understand?”

You turn to find Min Yoongi leaning casually against a nearby column. He looked absurdly handsome as always, but his grin was just the slightest bit mischievous. 

“What don’t you understand, Mr. Min?”

The question was clearly a bait, but you were still fuming from your earlier encounter with Ms. St. Valentine and therefore desperately in need of a distraction. 

Yoongi pushed off the column and lazily made his way toward you.

“I don’t understand how a man pays a hundred thousand dollars for an evening with the most beautiful woman in the city, and then leaves her all by herself.” He leaned forward with a playful grin. “Perhaps you could enlighten me?”

Oh he’s good. 

You made a show of tapping your chin thoughtfully. 

“I’m afraid I don’t have an answer for that one.”

Yoongi sighed and shook his head. 

“Couldn’t be me.”

You laughed then. He really was a delightful man. In fact, if you still had your heart, you might have considered letting him take a shot at it. 

Alas. 

You tilted your head speculatively. 

Surely there was no need to brush away good company...

After all, no one else is interested in spending time with me. 

“Since my escort is otherwise occupied, perhaps you could join me for dinner?”

Yoongi held out his hand. 

“I’d be delighted.”

Taehyung wandered around the mansion for nearly forty-five minutes looking for his date.  

Panic was just starting to build in his chest when he finally spotted you

—at his private dining table with Min Yoongi. 

It was everything he could do not to storm over and yank the other man out of his seat by the lapels. 

Alright, Angel. If this is the game you want to play… then let’s play. 

Taehyung felt his anger rise with every step, but he ruthlessly suppressed any sign of it and instead adopted a charming smile. 

“Min, I didn’t expect to find you here. What a… delightful surprise.”

Yoongi’s expression was just a shade too satisfied. Taehyung could already feel his blood pressure beginning to skyrocket. 

“Yes, Ms. Park believed that you were otherwise occupied and invited me to share the meal with her.”

“I see,” Taehyung practically snarled. “However,” his gaze landed heavily on you, “since I paid for this table, I hope you won’t mind if I join you as well?”

You avoided looking at him up to this point, but now you were choking on your wine

“Easy there, Angel,” Taehyung murmured as he pulled up a seat extremely close to yours—so close that your thighs were nearly touching. 

Oh boy. 

Over the next several minutes Yoongi continued to flirt openly and you continued to smile prettily and pretend Taehyung wasn’t there (which naturally infuriated him). 

You should have known he wouldn’t let you get away with such behavior so easily. 

This was Kim Taehyung, after all, and if there was anything that could be counted on when it came to your shared history, it was that one (or both) of you was always ready to escalate. 

You had just offered the young Min heir yet another flowery compliment when you felt Taehyung make his move. 

Two warm fingers slid under the silken slit of your dress, coming to rest possessively over the soft flesh of your inner thigh. 

You squeaked and nearly spat up your drink. 

Taehyung leaned forward in fake concern, wrapping his arm around you as if to offer aid. 

“Are you alright?”

His hand continued to move significantly beneath your gown, but his face was the picture of innocence. 

You glared. 

“Just fine, thank you.”

A slow grin crept across his features as he began to trace soft intimate patterns over your skin.  

On the other side of the table, Yoongi tilted his head in genuine solicitude. “Are you sure?”

You nodded sharply. 

Satisfied, he resumed speaking about whatever it was he’d been saying—though you couldn’t understand a word of it at this point because the torturous strokes Taehyung was leisurely drawing over your thighs were moving closer to your center with each passing second. 

Yet you made no move to stop him. 

You should have. 

You should have slapped his touch away—rebuked him for his boldness—

But you didn’t. 

So he just kept nodding and smiling while Yoongi spoke, even as his fingers teased you with the maddening persistence of a man who knew very well what he was doing. 

You gasped aloud when he finally brushed the pad of his thumb over the thin cotton of your panties. 

“T-Taehyung—” 

“Hmm?” he turned to you, seemingly surprised by your attention (it was—after all—the first time you’d addressed him since the beginning of the meal).

“Could you pass me the salt,” you sputtered (hoping to cover the fact that you moaned his name involuntarily). Unfortunately, Taehyung seemed wholly aware of your ruse, offering you the salt shaker with a superior smirk.

You seriously considered stabbing him with a fork. 

However, before you could carry out any bloodthirsty plans, he pressed his fingers directly over your clit and your eyes rolled back in your head

“Oh my g—” you bit your lip stubbornly, “this lamb is just so good.” 

Sweet mother of macaroons, he is too skilled at this. 

You shoveled another bite into your mouth to cover your whine as Taehyung began to rub tight little circles over your sweet spot. 

Across the table, Yoongi nodded in blissful unawareness. 

“Yes, I agree, the lamb is excellent—very tender.”

Taehyung took advantage of the momentary distraction to slip beneath the fabric of your undergarment. 

Your fork clattered to your plate and your hand came up to cover your mouth as he began running his fingers up and down your soaked slit.

It was everything you could do to hold back your depraved whimpering. 

“I can’t wait to taste it,” Taehyung replied, flicking your clit in a way that guaranteed he wasn’t referring to the lamb. 

At this point Yoongi seemed to notice you were in some sort of distress. He wiped his mouth with his napkin and leaned forward. 

“Ms. Park, are you well?”

Taehyung chose that moment to sink his finger into the welcoming heat of your pussy. 

“Yes,” you almost sobbed, “I’m-I’m very well—thank you.”

“Excellent,” Yoongi smiled as he rose to his feet. “If you’re feeling up to it, perhaps you could favor me with a dance?”

Several attendees were already making their way to the center of the floor and the orchestra was beginning to play.

Your entire body, however, was vibrating like a plucked harp string and Taehyung was still brushing back and forth against your clit, driving you toward a release that promised to be explosive. 

There was no way—simply no way—that you would be capable of hiding it. 

“Yes! I would love to dance with you,” you squeaked, grabbing hold of Taehyung’s wrist frantically. The feel of him pulling out of your sopping core was nearly enough to have you coming right there. 

Thankfully, Yoongi remained utterly oblivious to the debauchery unfolding beneath the table. He took your hand and helped you to your feet with an eager smile (and it was a good thing too because your legs were still shaking). 

When the two of you reached the dance floor, you turned back for the briefest instant—

just long enough to meet Taehyung’s heated gaze as his lips closed over the finger he buried in your cunt. 

Emotions were a funny thing. 

They impacted your judgement, affected your body, altered your behavior… 

And occasionally eroded your common sense. 

Sitting alone in the corner of the Governor’s ballroom, Kim Taehyung found himself experiencing a full spectrum of emotional side-effects. 

His hands clenched as he watched Min Yoongi spin you around the floor. 

His heart pounded every time he caught a flash of your shapely leg peeking through the slit in your gown. 

His blood boiled when you threw your head back and laughed at something the other man said. 

It was difficult to pinpoint which emotion was to blame for each of these reactions. There were certainly a number of them boiling over in his subconscious. 

Frustration—

I didn’t even want to talk to Aubrey! How are you acting like anything she said was my fault?!

Rage—  

Why is challenging people to duels illegal? I would fight Min Yoongi at dawn. I would fight Min Yoongi now. 

Jealousy—

You asked her to dance while my fingers were in her pussy. We are not the same. 

But perhaps the most persistent—the most overwhelming— emotion twisting through him was longing. 

You and Taehyung spent nearly four years apart, and he was so desperate to be near you—even then—that he resorted to childish pranks in order to remain a part of your life. 

He hadn’t recognized his actions or desires for what they were. He hadn’t realized what you meant to him...

But now, after spending the last several days with your hand on his arm and your laughter in his ear, he could no longer imagine spending another moment without you. 

Everything seemed to crystallize as he watched you laughing and dancing in the arms of another man. 

Uncertainty became clear. Complications became simple. 

And when he saw Min Yoongi’s hand slide dangerously close to the perfect swell of your backside—

Emotion became action.

“Mind if I cut in?”

It wasn’t a question really. Taehyung was already shouldering his rival out of the way and pulling you into his arms. 

“Taehyung,” you hissed, shooting the bewildered Yoongi an apologetic look over his shoulder, “what are you doing? This is so rude—”

“You’re absolutely right,” he agreed, sweeping you through the couples on the floor with practiced ease. “It is unpardonably rude to steal someone else’s date. He’s lucky all I did was steal you back.”

Your mouth dropped open. 

“Oh? So you finally remembered that I was your date?”

Taehyung’s grip on the curve of your waist became a shade rougher as he pulled you through the next turn. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means—” you stepped forward vigorously, nearly smashing your body into his, “—that you spent forty-five minutes with Aubrey Alicia St. Valentine when you were supposed to be having dinner with me!”

Taehyung growled and yanked you flush against him. 

“I spent forty-five minutes looking for you while you were giving away my table to Min Yoongi!”

The two of you sailed through the next several movements glaring at one another before you snapped again. 

“None of this would have happened if you had just told Aubrey St. Spray Tan that you were with me—”

“I did!”

“Instead, you let her call me a baby!”

“What let? Aubrey is a grown woman!”

“But—”

“And—you stormed off before I could say anything, so how would you know what I let?”

“You didn’t come after me!”

“Yes actually I did—but she grabbed my arm!”

“Really? Well what else did she grab?”

Taehyung abruptly realized how silent everything around you had become. 

People were staring—and not even discreetly— just full on staring with their mouths hanging open. 

Well that’s great. 

Taehyung’s hand closed around yours and you suddenly found yourself being marched across the dance floor at a breakneck pace.

“What are you doing?”

“Continuing this discussion in private.”

“We can’t just go somewhere private in the Governor’s mansion!” you sputtered, struggling to keep up with his larger strides. 

“You mean in my uncle’s house? Yes—actually we can—and we will.”

Taehyung proved to be a man of his word, dragging you past two security guards and into the roped off section of the manor with nothing more than a nod. 

The residential wing of the Governor’s home was beautifully decorated with traditional Korean artistic touches—all of which you were unable to appreciate while Taehyung was speed walking you through the halls. 

After a surprising amount of turns and archways, he yanked open an ornate wooden door with the words Reflection Suite written on a plaque above it in beautiful calligraphy. 

You almost giggled when you got a look inside. 

On the surface it was a tastefully furnished guest room with a simple cherry wood desk and a cozy double bed set in an elegant matching frame.

However—

The ceiling and one full wall were nothing but massive mirrors. 

Reflection suite indeed. 

The door slammed shut and Taehyung rounded on you with a stormy expression—though you weren’t waiting on him to fire the first volley.

“This is definitely going to get us in trouble.”

“I told you, I can go wherever I want in this house. It’s fine.”

“Then why did you take us here?”

“Because you were shouting—”

“I was shouting?! You were shouting I just—”

Suddenly your back was against the wall and Taehyung’s mouth was on yours. 

He hadn’t brought you here for this. When he grabbed your hand, he was only trying to get away from the crowds. He told himself that he needed privacy so you could talk—so he could clarify things. 

But the minute the door closed and you flared up again in all your magnificent rage, he was lost. 

He had to kiss you then. 

You were so lovely. So fierce. So wildly irresistible and he was too utterly smitten to fight the need to be near you—to be with you in every way that he could—for a single second more. 

The shock of Kim Taehyung pressing his lips to yours lasted about two full seconds—and then there was nothing but ravenous insatiable need. 

Finally. 

Everything was him. 

Everything was this—this sweet indescribable ignition of a desire that spanned years. You moaned eagerly against his mouth in wanton delight. After a decade of sparks, you were more than ready to burn. 

“Taehyung—”

His name poured out of you like a prayer. You needed him everywhere and miraculously he seemed to understand—

Not that he was prepared to be polite about it. 

“Where’s that smart mouth now, Angel?” he growled, tangling his hands in your hair to expose the tender column of your throat. “Nothing to say?”

Your only answer was a desperate whine as he spread hot-open mouthed kisses down the soft skin of your neck all the way to your collarbone.

Now was not the time for patience. He would be tender with you later. You absolutely deserved soft sweet caresses and slow leisurely love making and he was absolutely going to give them to you—every day if you’d let him. 

But not today. 

The minute his mouth encountered the barrier of your dress, he gripped onto the sides and yanked it down to your waist.

“You knew just what you were doing in the back of that limo, you little brat,” he hissed, taking one swollen nipple into his mouth and tormenting it with his tongue.

“Tae-ahhh!” Your back arched involuntarily in ruthless pleasure. 

“I spent hours—days even—wanting to get my hands on these perfect tits.” He licked the other nipple obscenely, squeezing the soft mound till it bulged through his fingers. “And you offered me the barest taste with that coy little grin, knowing it wouldn’t be enough—” 

He reared back and landed a firm slap on both breasts and you screamed.

It was so so good. 

“Look at them now,” he murmured, “so swollen and needy and mine.”

If any other man had said those words, you would have cut his heart out with a butter knife. 

But you had always belonged to this man body and soul, and to hear him acknowledge it so primitively felt like the sweetest vindication. 

“Yes!” you sobbed.

The affirmation only inflamed him further. He teased and fondled the tender flesh till you were shaking.

Your fingers curled into the soft waves of his hair as he indulged himself. He looked so ridiculously good sucking your nipple, moaning lewdly with his eyes pressed shut in cathartic bliss. 

“This is all your fault, Angel,” he groaned. “You just don’t know how to behave.”

His hands gripped the curve of your backside, lifting you right off the floor and into his arms. Your mouths fused together heatedly as he carried you to the bed, and you giggled against him when his words finally processed. 

“You’ve been saying that for years.” 

“It’s been true for years,” he muttered, pulling one of your legs up around him so he could grind against your cunt while you kissed. 

Your fingers tugged at the buttons of his shirt, tearing them off when they didn’t unhook fast enough. You waited too long to be with him like this to care about anything other than the feel of his skin against your own.

“Impatient, are we?” he chuckled, bringing his lips around to nip at your ear. 

“You’re one to talk,” you shot back, yanking the ruined garment right off his shoulder just so you could sink your teeth into it. 

Taehyung moaned loudly, snapping his hips against yours with an involuntary jerk.

“You really are such a brat,” he hissed, fisting his hands in the satin length of your skirt. “Let’s see how fierce you are with my tongue in your pussy—”

His words were so filthy and raw, yet they stoked a frenzied need in your belly like nothing you had ever encountered. 

“This dress is evil,” he snarled, fumbling with the zipper for a moment before switching to a more destructive tactic. “It has tormented me all night and now it’s in my way.”

The stitching proved no match for his resolve, and—after a few vigorous tugs—he ripped it apart from the slit on up, leaving you covered in nothing but the thin cotton underwear he had breached earlier that evening. 

After disposing of your shredded gown, Taehyung paused for a moment just to take in the sight of you. 

“What a perfect little angel,” he taunted playfully, snapping the band of your lingerie against your hips with a cocky grin. 

Then he brushed his nose right up against the sopping fabric and inhaled deeply. “You smell just like heaven,” he growled before licking you right through the cloth, “and you taste even better.”

The sensations twisting through your body were merciless. You needed more or you were going to shake apart. 

“Taehyung please,” you whined, pressing against him shamelessly.

“Oh a please?” he chuckled, throwing your own words from the first night back at you. “Who knew you had manners?”

You would have screamed in frustration, but he cut you off with an open mouthed kiss right over the wettest part of your panties.

“Perhaps I can make a good girl of you yet,” he chuckled, as you opened yourself wider to encourage him. 

You nodded frantically, letting out another moan when he yanked the flimsy little scrap of lace down your legs—smearing a line of arousal over your thighs.

“So messy,” he tsked, tapping his finger right above your knee where the naughty little streak ended. “What am I going to do with you?” 

Then he pressed his tongue over the shiny trail of slick and licked it right off. 

You gasped loudly and his lascivious smirk was almost beautiful enough to make up for all of the shameless teasing. 

Almost. 

"You want my mouth, pretty Angel?” he whispered, letting the words brush maddeningly against your folds. “You want me to feed on this sweet little cunt?”

Every cell in your body cried out for release. He already edged you under the table at dinner and now he was determined to unravel you entirely. You would say anything—do anything. 

"Please—" you whispered.

"Please who?" 

Normally you met his arrogance with a cutting riposte, but an entire evening of methodical torment had left you beyond desperate. 

"Please Taehyung,” you begged needily. 

He grinned. 

“That’s right, Angel. Kim Taehyung. Not Min Yoongi or any other pathetic trust fund prick that’s panting for a taste of this pussy.” His eyes fastened on yours significantly. “You belong to me.”

Then his tongue licked a flat stripe over your glistening slit and you sagged onto the bed in relief—only to be thrown back into oblivion when his lips closed over your clit. 

Your body arched involuntarily as a ruthless wave of pleasure tore through you. Your eyes and mouth flew open in a silent scream and it was in that moment you remembered exactly where you were. 

Underneath a giant mirror. 

The passionate woman staring down at you was nearly unrecognizable. Her body was littered with her lover’s marks. Her hands gripped feverishly into the sheets beneath her—-

And Kim Taehyung was kneeling between her thighs, suckling on her weeping cunt with obscene satisfaction. 

It was the sexiest thing you had ever seen in your life. 

Your hands reached down to tangle in his hair, using it for leverage as you ground against his face. 

Then suddenly his grip on your legs tightened and his tongue plunged roughly into your trembling core. 

“Tae—ahh oh my—I can’t—”

The sensation was so intense that your hips bucked violently. You could not keep still. You were charging towards an explosion and your body was shaking itself apart. 

The noises tearing from you were incoherent. Everything around you focused in on the juncture of your thighs where Taehyung was licking inside of you again and again until—

You shattered. 

And the force of it nearly bent your back in half. 

Delirious sobs poured from your lips as he worked you through it, letting the obscene flood of your cum soak his face. 

The sight of him slowly lapping at the release between your folds, was unspeakably erotic. He ran his hands in soothing circles over your skin while you twitched and fluttered back down from your high. 

Then he was kissing you again. 

It was softer this time, but you felt truly depraved—and instantly obsessed—with the taste of yourself in his mouth—on his skin.

You could barely understand this ravenous hunger. You’d just found relief, yet you were already reaching for more. 

Your hands snaked down and wrapped around his still covered cock and he hissed in ragged pleasure. 

“So eager,” he gasped, as you pushed him back against the headboard—but you didn’t have time to bother with his teasing.

You were gonna blow Kim Taehyung into space. 

He bit his lip when you yanked down his pants and boxers together, freeing his arousal with stunning efficiency. 

It was almost unfair to discover that his cock was every bit as beautiful as he was.

“Of course,” you muttered. 

The sultry smirk he shot you in return had your cunt flooding all over again.

“You think Min Yoongi has a cock like mine?”

“I don’t think about Min Yoongi’s cock,” you retorted, wrapping your hand around his length, “you’ve always been the biggest dick I’ve ever met.” 

“I knew you thought about my dick,” he groaned as you began to work up and down the swollen shaft. 

After a moment, his hand slid over your chin to grip your hair, drawing you forward till your lips were almost touching. 

“I wonder what this pretty mouth can do,” he whispered. 

You gasped against him and he smiled. 

“Do you know how often I pictured your lips around my cock, Angel?”

You mewled shamelessly and he growled, cupping your cheek as your hands continued to service him. 

“Do you know how often I imagined this perfect throat stuffed full of my cum?” 

His palm slid down to lightly grip the soft flesh of your neck and you shuddered against him with a needy whimper. 

“I know you could suck me so good, Angel. I’ve wanted it for so so long...”

Your mouth actually watered with anticipation. 

The desire to be good for him—to give him whatever he asked for—consumed you. 

Taehyung let his head fall back against the headboard with a groan at the first brush of your lips along his shaft. His hips rutted involuntarily as your tongue wrapped around the tip and you hummed with pleasure at his enthusiastic response. 

After a moment you slid him into the welcoming heat of your mouth, taking him in as far as you could in one stroke. His jaw dropped open and his entire body jerked forward. 

“Yes, that’s it, Angel—feels so good.”

His praise was addictive. 

You loved that you could bring him to this. You loved to see the haughty Kim Taehyung coming apart as you sucked him. 

It made you feel beautiful—powerful even—and you reveled in every second of it. 

Your eyes were starting to tear. His length began to throb and pulse against your tongue and you knew he was close—so close you could almost taste him—

Yet suddenly he was pulling you back and you whined pitifully at the loss. 

Taehyung chuckled, dragging you toward him till your dripping core slid across his cock.

“I’m not coming before I get inside that pretty little pussy,” he swore, working your hips over his sex till it was drenched in arousal. 

The crass words filled you with the fiercest, most incredible want and you clenched reflexively against him in response. 

“Is that what you want?” Taehyung whispered as he bore you back into the mattress, pinning both your wrists above your head. “You want me to fill your empty little cunt?”

You did. 

You wanted it so so bad. 

“Please.”

Taehyung gently lowered himself closer to you, resting his forehead intimately against yours as he lined up his cock at your entrance. 

“Are you sure, Angel? Because there’s no going back after this... If you give yourself to me, then you’re mine—and I’ll fight tooth and nail to keep you.”

“Taehyung, you idiot,”—a tender smile spread over your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck—“... I’ve always been yours.”

He swore violently—letting the slight tremble in his voice betray just how deeply your words affected him. 

Then his fingers tightened on the soft flesh of your hip and he filled you to the hilt with one delicious thrust. 

There was a moment—the smallest space in time—where your eyes locked together and everything seemed to suspend; a strange perfect calm before a monumental storm. 

Then your world caught fire. 

Taehyung drove himself into you with passionate fury, letting years of denial fuel the insatiable rhythm of his strokes. 

Every time he told himself no. Every time he held himself back—

Every bit of it burned away as you screamed his name. 

The feel of him was indescribable. 

You imagined it too many times to count, yet your dreams fell pitifully short of the visceral reality. 

He was bloomin’ magnificent. 

Your fingers clawed up and down his back, desperate to hold on to something while he pounded into your g-spot like an animal. 

“This tiny cunt is the tightest thing I’ve ever had around my cock,” he gasped and you whined needily at his praise. “Like it was made for me—” his hand came up to grip your breast, “like you were made for me.”

“Yes—”

Taehyung’s need seemed to amplify with every whimper and moan that fell from your lips. The feelings you sparked in him were fierce and unapologetically primitive.

He would go to war for you—build a fortress for you—fight a dragon if one dared come close. 

You were his. 

And he felt like a savage every time you cried out for more. 

Suddenly an unexpected movement in his periphery caught his attention.

He’d been so consumed with the extraordinary rush of claiming you that he’d forgotten—

This guest room was thirty-five percent mirrors. 

And now… he couldn’t look away. 

The sight of your bodies tangling together in headless bliss played out before him like a scene from his most debauched and forbidden fantasies. His reflection grinned back at him in fascinated ecstasy while his beloved nemesis lost herself in the pleasure of his cock.

Something dark and wild began to burn in his chest as he studied the lovers in the glass. 

“Look at you, Angel,” he whispered softly, “you really are perfect.”

Then he pulled out of your core and you whined bitterly in protest, chasing his body to rid yourself of the sudden unacceptable emptiness. 

“Still so needy,” he taunted, gripping your hips and flipping you on your stomach before you could even think to protest.

“I want you to watch that pretty angel in the mirror come on my cock,” he groaned, plunging back into you from behind. 

The new angle was somehow impossibly deeper and your body shook as another wave of pleasure overtook it. 

Your fingers clawed into the mattress for purchase as he pistoned into your trembling mound. 

Only Kim Taehyung could rail you like a whore while he worshiped you like a queen. 

He gave you a moment to adjust before drawing your body back against his chest. His arm wrapped over your stomach as he slowly eased your legs apart, unfolding the lewd tableau of your bodies joined together for the voyeuristic gaze of the glass.   

“Look at yourself, Angel,” he growled, mesmerized by the way your breasts bounced with every thrust. “Look at how well you're taking me.” 

Then his fingers slid down to rub your clit and you screamed. 

“Tae! Ah-ahh!”

The pleasure building within you now was violent. You were coiling too tightly, too fast—

“That’s right Angel. Take it all.”

Your eyes locked with his in the mirror for the briefest instant.

And then you flew apart. 

Taehyung threw his head back with a carnal moan as you clamped down around him. His body was hurtling toward its own release with reckless speed. 

“I’m close,” he panted, “where can I come?”

“Come inside me please,” you begged, and Taehyung’s eyes widened in frenzied lust. 

“That’s what you want? Huh?” his thrusts became rougher as he chased his relief, “You want me to fill this puffy little pussy with my cum?”

“Yes, I want it so bad—“ you sobbed. 

“Sweet Angel,” he groaned, gripping at your breasts as he pulled you tighter against him. 

Then he met your gaze in the mirror again. 

“I want everything with you; a home—a family—your body in my arms every morning when I wake up—” his voice trembled, “I want it all.” 

The raw vulnerability in his eyes nearly broke you.

“Tae,” you gasped softly, too overcome with joy to manage anything else. 

His mouth pressed hungrily against the curve of your shoulder. You could feel his cock throbbing in your core as he bent you forward, pounding into your sex with exquisite precision. 

"Stay with me, Angel,” he whispered. His thrusts became erratic as he neared his high. “I don’t want to live without you anymore.”

The glorious thrill of his words tore over your senses with euphoric brutality. Your walls tightened greedily around his cock and the taunt cord of pleasure finally snapped. 

He came with a broken groan, flooding the welcoming heat of your womb with his release. 

“KIM TAEHYUNG!”

The sound of his name being shouted by the absolute last person in the world whose voice he wanted to hear woke Taehyung from a dead sleep.  

His eyes widened in panic as he began yanking pillows and covers from all over the bed in a frenzied attempt to hide—

The doors to his bedroom flew open with a resounding crash. 

“Jimin,” he squeaked, trying to look as casual as possible next to a giant pile of bedding. “What uh—what brings you here at—” his eyes darted to the clock on the wall, “—7:30 in the morning?”

Then he frowned. 

“And how the hell did you get past Jungkook?”

Jimin’s murderous expression broke momentarily to allow for a smug grin. 

“Kendra.”

Kendra Jackson was Jimin’s executive aide. She was fierce, capable, intelligent—

And insanely gorgeous. 

Taehyung groaned. 

Poor Jungkookie never stood a chance. 

To the surprise of absolutely no one, yet another newspaper landed on Taehyung’s lap.

KIM HEIR BRINGS NAUGHTY ANGEL HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

Underneath the headline was a picture of you and Taehyung (dressed in clothes you stole from Jin’s childhood bedroom) kissing passionately against the side entrance of the Governor’s mansion. 

One of your legs was wrapped around his waist and he was clearly grabbing your ass. 

“Ah… well you see the camera distorts everything from this angle—and-and the lighting is bad so it’s not really what it looks like—”

“Is that so? Cause it looks like you’ve got your tongue down my baby sister’s throat!”

“Okay—okay,” Taehyung massaged his forehead nervously, “so maybe it’s sort of what it looks like but—”

“I’ll kill you.”

“No wait—” he held up his hands to delay an already advancing Jimin. 

“Why should I wait?!”

“Because—”

“—I trusted you with the most important person in the world to me—”

“The situation is just not that simple.” 

“—and you grabbed her ass in public!”

“Admittedly not my finest hour.”

“So you tell me right now—”

“But you don’t understand it’s—”

“—Why the hell would I wait?!”

“BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH HER!”

For a moment there was absolute silence. 

Then your head popped out from the massive pile of bedding. 

“Really?”

Jimin’s mouth fell open. 

Taehyung groaned again. 

“As usual, your timing is impeccable.”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his comment.

“Are you really in love with me?”

“Of course I’m in love with you! What part of I want you to have my children did you not understand?!” 

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Jimin choked. 

“That’s not the same thing!”

“It is for me!”

A radiant smile lit up your face. 

“I’m in love with you too.”

Taehyung’s expression softened. 

“Angel I—”

Then you were kissing and Jimin swung around with a horrified shout.

“Oh! No no no—Come on!”

He stumbled out of the room, hands firmly clamped over his eyes. 

“This is not over, Kim Taehyung!” the scandalized young Park heir howled in exasperation… but there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

Back in the bedroom, Taehyung shook his head at Jimin’s ridiculous caterwauling. 

“No, it’s not over,” he laughed, pulling you deeper into the comfort of his arms. “It’s only just begun.”

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Pairing- Hobi x Named Reader

Word count- 9.2k

Includes- Hoseok in a harness, Hoseok in the door outfit, jealous Hobi riding, missionary, wall sex, oral, squirting, so much sex, fluff

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J POV

"Jo does this look stupid?", Hobi asks

I roll my eyes, not turning around as I put the makeup away

"Fishing for compliments Hobi? You know you look good with anything on"

He's always asking me if he looks good and it drives me crazy. He'd look fucking hot in a garbage bag.

I'm so in love with him but it'll never happen. We've been best friends since we were in middle school If nothing happened by now, nothing will. And I'm not delusional enough to believe he wants me. Not after all the idols he's dated or fucked

He's used to gorgeous girls and I'm...well not. I mean I'm not a troll, I'm pretty but nothing like these idols. Even without makeup they're flawless

And he's seeing another idol right now, Hana. It's only been a few weeks but he seems to really like her with the way he talks about her

So I'm forever in the friendzone. It sucks but I rather have Hobi as my friend than not at all

"No Jo, I'm being serious. I think it looks stupid and if it does I'm giving it to Namjoon or Yoongi to wear"

I sigh, turning around

And proceed to have a heart attack

My brain flatlines and I can't think of anything except of how soaked my panties are. Hobi is standing there, dressed all in black. Black long sleeved shirt, black pants with silver chains, black boots

And a fucking black harness

A harness

"It looks stupid right? It'll look better on Namjoon. Or Yoongi. Not on me. I told them it wouldn't look good on me"

I can't. I hate BigHit for trying to kill me. I hate him too

It's not fair that he's so hot and my eyes are working

"Kkkk...keep it on", I stutter

He looks up at me

"Really?", he asks, looking unsure

I nod, "Yyy..yes. It uh...it looks really good"

He raises his eyebrow

"You're not lying to me right? Telling me I look ok and I really look stupid to embarrass me?"

I shake my head. Normally I'd yell at him for thinking that I'd do that. But I can't form words

Or think

Just stand there squeezing my legs together and feeling my thighs and legs get all wet from me leaking. God it's embarrassing

"No Hobi. I..I. wouldn't do that...you look so ho- good. ARMYS are going to love it"

"Uh ok. If you think so?"

I nod, then turn away from him. I can't keep looking at him. It's...it's too much

Closing my eyes, I bite my lip and hold onto the table, squeezing my thighs together tightly, trying to will myself to stop being wet. Stop being turned on

"Jo are you ok?"

"Yeah fine", I answer

"Are you sure?"

I feel him touch my shoulder and I can't stop the shiver that runs through me

"Yeah Hobi. I'm good"

I feel him move closer

"Then why are you clenching your legs together?", he whispers in my ear

Fuck me. Of course he noticed. He's never going to let me live this down

"I'm not"

"Yeah you are. You were when you first looked at me and you're still doing it"

Fuck him

Seriously

Is he trying to make me feel bad?

"Hoseok-", I warn

"Is it the same reason why you shiver if I touch you", he asks, touching my back

And of course my body betrays me and shivers

Fucking bullshit

"Is it the same reason why you're chewing up your bottom lip?"

Yes. Yes it is. But I'm never going to admit it

"Hobi stop", I answer

Instead his arm moves around my waist, his hand right at the top of my pant's waistband

"Make me", he challenges, his hand slowly moving under my pants and panties

I should stop him. Push him off, tell him to fuck off. Remind him of the idol he's seeing

But I don't

Because I want this so bad. His hand moves further down until he finally touches me. Shit shit shit

"Open", he demands and like a fucking idiot, I move my legs apart

His fingers move on me and I bite back a moan

"So fucking wet", he groans in my ear, "Just seeing me made you this wet?"

I nod. I don't dare answer because I know I'm going to sound like an idiot. His fingers continue to move on me, running up and down. When he gets to my clit, he moves his fingers in circles, pleasure blasting through me

"Oh fuck", I moan lowly, gripping the edge of the table hard

"Feels good?"

I nod

God does it feel good

His fingers move down, sliding inside

"Shit", I gasp, throbbing on his fingers

"Fucking hell. So tight", he moans softly

His fingers move in and out, and I have to lean against him or I'm gonna fall down

"Fuck. Want to feel you around my cock", his voice low

Ho-ly shit

Hobi has never spoken to me like that. Never said things like that. I've never heard his voice so deep either

His other hand creeps around me, squeezing my breast through my shirt

"Want that baby? Wanna be on my cock? Want me to fuck you nice and hard?"

I nod

Yeah I'm a slut

But fuck it

"Then c'mon"

He slides his hands out of my pants and I whine from the loss

He laughs, "Don't worry baby, my cock's gonna fill you right up soon"

Oh god yes

He grabs my hand, pulling me behind him, licking his other hand that was in my pussy. I can't fucking believe it

"Tastes good"

He is trying to kill me

I will definitely die by Jung, Hoseok

He brings me to an empty dressing room, closing and locking the door once we're inside. Going to the couch, he sits down and looks right at me

"Strip"

My eyes widen. I want to but he's also with someone. It's not right

"But you're with-"

"I don't care. I want you right now. And apparently you want me. So strip"

I still just stand there

"If you make me take your clothes off, I'm going to tease the fuck out of you and maybe, if I feel like it, I'll let you cum"

I'm completely thrown off

This is Hobi

My best friend, the one who makes me laugh, the one whose so silly, so caring

And apparently he likes to be dominant

"Now Jo", he demands

I just nod and start pulling my clothes off. He watches me, his eyes raking along my body, biting his lip

"I had no clue you looked like that baby", he comments

I look at him confused. Like what? What is he talking about?

"Oh c'mon. You seriously don't know that you have the body of a porn star?"

My eyes pop from my eyes

A porn star?

Me?

Not a chance in hell

"Big boobs, small stomach, nice thighs, cute ass and small pussy. Tattooed and pierced. Your body is the definition of sexy"

He's fucking with me. He has to be. There is no way he's telling the truth

Yes I'm small, I do have big boobs, I have tattoos and piercings but that's it

The rest...the rest he has to be making up

"Oh my god you really don't know? No one's ever told you?"

I shake my head. No one has ever said that to me

"Well I am and I'm always right"

My god he's so cocky and it's hot

"Not just sexy baby. Beautiful too"

I snort. Now I know he's fucking with me. I'm not beautiful. Not like his girlfriends are

"Don't fucking snort at me. You are", he insists, "You're my best friend but I have eyes too. You've always been gorgeous to me"

My mouth drops in complete shock

"You can be shocked later baby. I don't have much time before I need to go on. So come here"

I don't even know how my legs are moving but I'm walking to him

He leans back, smirking

"Take my pants and boxers off"

I nod, undoing his belt and opening his pants, my hands shaking. He lifts himself up, letting me pull everything down

I take a second before I lift my eyes to his cock and feel myself get drenched again

Oh my god. It's huge. Seriously huge. Bigger than anyone I've been with. How is that going to get in?

"C'mon baby. Get on"

I nod, climbing on him immediately. I don't even have to move his cock because it's so hard and standing up straight

I get his head in and push down. He slips in inch by inch, opening and stretching my pussy so fucking well

"That's it baby girl. More. Go down more", he moans

Going down more, I moan loudly from how good he feels

"Almost baby. Bottom me out", he urges

I nod and keep going until I'm sitting right on him. Oh my god, he's amazing. His cock is thick too, a little too big for me but makes me stretch to fit around him

It's a really tight fit but I fucking love it

"God baby fuck", he moans, his eyes squeezed shut, his breath labored

He...likes it too?

"God you're the tightest cunt I've ever been in. Fuck me, nice and wet. And warm."

He opens his eyes and looks at me

"Such a good girl taking me all in. A lot of girls can't take me all in"

I can. I feel happy that I can do that for him. But I have to remind myself that this is just sex

"Go ahead baby. Fuck my cock", he nods

Holding onto his thighs, I lift myself up almost all the way, then push myself down, taking him all in again

The more I move, the faster I go, making sure to take his whole cock in. He seems to really like that and I want to please him so much

"God you ride me so fucking well. Taking my cock so good"

I nod, "You're cock feels so good Hobi. So fucking big"

His cock hits and rubs against all the right spots giving me so much pleasure"

"Good baby. I want you to like my cock"

"I do Hobi. I do"

He nods, "Faster baby"

Doing what he wants, I bounce faster on him, over and over

"God, your pussy lips are so pretty gripping my cock. I love watching you"

Fuck me he's so goddamn hot

"Make yourself cum"

Oh god I want to

So much

Moving my hips, I slam on him so he hits my spot

"Fuck", I moan

"You're spot?", he smirks

I nod

"Good baby. Fuck your spot on my cock"

I keep going, pleasure blasting my body so much. I've never been in so much pleasure from sex. From a cock alone without my clit being touched

But Hobi's is perfect

I feel his hands touch me, running along my sides, down to my hips and around squeezing my ass hard

"God so tight. Throbbing so much baby."

"Mmmm", I moan, desperate to cum on him

He moves my hands to the harness straps, smirking, "Hold on here baby. This is what you like on me right?"

I nod. I do

It's so much more than the harness though

It's him

But he doesn't know that

His hands go back to my ass and I hold onto the harness while I fuck him

"Cum on me baby girl. I want to feel you so much. Show me how much your pussy loves my cock"

I hit my spot a few more times on his head and overwhelming pleasure takes over as I cum on his perfect cock

"HOSEOK oh my fucking God. Yes. YES!"

I can't stop my body from shaking hard, clenching his cock over and over again. I can't, it's the most pleasurable orgasm I've ever had

"Yes good girl. Feels so good. Oh fuck", he yells, pleasure on his face

I'm blown away that he feels that much pleasure from my orgasm

When I finish, he pleads, "Please aegi fuck me. I wanna cum"

"Yeah baby ok", I agree

I move again, taking him all in and out, tightening on him as much as I can

"Yes aegi, oh god, you feel amazing baby. More. Fuck me more", he whines

I move harder, hearing his moans and groan get louder and louder

"I...I'm gonna cum inside you", he yells

"Yes baby, cum inside. I want it. I want your cum"

"Fuck YES JOANNE", he shouts, holding me on him

I feel his cock twitch and throb inside, his warm cum filling me up so fucking good

"Oh fuck, oh my god", he pants, his eyes closed

Leaning against the couch, I close my eyes, resting for a second

"Aegi I have to go", he says soflty

I nod

I know

Opening my eyes, I move off him, sitting on the couch. He sighs, getting up and pulling his boxers and pants up, then looks at me. I feel so exposed and I cover my boobs with my hands

"I...uh...", he trails off, "I don't think we should tell anyone what happened"

My heart breaks into a thousand pieces but I just nod. I won't show him any emotion. It was just sex. I can wallow later at my hotel room

"Sure Hobi. No problem. We can pretend it didn't happen ok? I won't tell anyone"

"Joanne it's not like-", he tries but I cut him off

I really don't want to hear any reasoning that will just hurt

"C'mon Hobi. I knew what this was ok? I know it's just sex. I won't tell anyone ok and your girlfriend will never know"

He doesn't answer

I feel him looking at me but I refuse to look at him. Instead I get up, avoiding eye contact and start pulling my clothes on

"Don't you have to go Hobi? Don't keep ARMYS waiting ok?"

He's quiet for a minute then says , "Ok Jo. I'll see you later"

I nod, "Yeah Hobi. For sure"

He leaves and I continue dressing, feeling tears run down my face

I wipe them away angrily

Why am I crying?

I knew it was just sex. I knew it means nothing to him. And I knew it was going to hurt me to do this. I knew and I did it anyway. So this is all my fault

The way I'm feeling. I chose to do this to myself. I need to stop being a baby and just grow the fuck up

When I'm fully dressed and my eyes are dry, I walk out the door determined to forget what happened

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Hobi POV

I move across the stage throwing, "heys" and "ughs" while Namjoon raps his part of TEAR.

But I'm not really into it

I can't stop thinking of Joanne

Of her on top of me. Of the pleasure on her face. Of how good she felt. How it felt like I belong with her

I've always been in love with her but I never wanted to tell her. She's my best friend and I'm terrified of losing her. I'm terrified of her not feeling the same

I accept my place in the friendzone and am happy anytime I can be around her

But since we were together last week, I can't get her out of my head. It's worse than it's been before

I normally think about her a lot but I'm able to push it away when I have to perform or practice or write music. But I can't concentrate on anything now

Namjoon nudges me

He's finishing his part and I come up next

I raise the mic and rap my small part, then keep walking around the stage

Thinking about her

She's been distant since we slept together

I think I hurt her when I told her that we shouldn't tell anyone. I didn't mean it the way it sounded

She thinks it's because of my girlfriend, Hana but it's not. And Hana isn't my girlfriend. We had a few dates, we fucked a few times but that's it. I don't know if I want to be in a relationship with her. Hana's free to date other guys and I'm free to date other girls. I made sure she knew that and she agreed. So it's not because of Hana that I want to keep it quiet with Joanne

I want to keep it just between us. I don't want anyone in my business, especially if it has to do with her. She's too important to me for her to be a rumor or a casualty of the company taking action. I don't want her to be hurt by other people if they knew

"Hoseok get it together", Namjoon growls

I tune back into the song and we're up to the chorus

"You're my fear, you're my, you're my fear", I rap into the mic

Yoongi is up next and I try to pay attention but it's hard

I haven't spoken to her since we had sex

She avoids me. Or she acts extra happy, smiling. We haven't been in the same room alone either. And I'm scared to say anything. But I can't be anymore

I hate how distant we are

She's my best friend, she's everything, I can't lose her. I'm going to talk to her after the performance. We have some time while we change and the staff gets the inflatable house ready

I listen to the song and Yoongi is almost done. I get ready for my part again, hoping I can get through this song and Mic Drop without fucking up

----------------------------------------------------

I'm so hot and sweaty but I'm determined to find Joanne and talk to her

Ignoring the staff, I find her talking to a guy staff member and laughing

Jealousy flares through me

Why is she talking to him? I've never seen her talk to him before. Is he trying to take her from me? Because that isn't happening

I walk over to them and the guy backs away as I get closer. She turns to see what he's looking at

Me

"Hi Hobi", she says cheerfully but I know she's forcing it

I don't answer, I just take her wrist and drag her behind me

"Hobi what the fuck?"

Dragging her into another dressing room, I lock the door again. I move her to the couch, pushing her down

"Did you forget that I'm the one who fucks you?"

I have no idea where this is coming from but seeing her with the guy enraged me

"I....what?"

"I said, I'm the one who fucks you got it?"

She swallows, but nods, "Yeah Hobi ok."

"Say it", I demand

"You....you're the only one who fucks me"

"Damn fucking right", I growl, starting to undo her pants, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No. No Hobi. Don't stop."

I get her pants off and all her clothes, followed by getting my pants and boxers off, I open her legs, getting in between them

I touch her cunt and moan from how drenched she is. I make her this soaked. She was just like this last time

"Good girl's ready for my cock huh?"

She nods, "Yes Hobi, give me"

"Ok aegi"

Holding her legs wide open, I slam into her right away, fucking her hard. Her pussy grips my cock so tightly, making me gasp.

I miss being inside her. She is the best I've ever been in. So fucking tight like I never felt before. So wet so it's easy to move. So warm

And she feels incredible

But the best is that she can take my cock really well. I can bottom out over and over and she screams for more instead of telling me to stop

"Harder Hobi, fuck harder"

I smirk at her, "Harder? You like me splitting your cunt open huh?"

"I love it, Hobi. You're cock, it's the best I ever fucked"

Fuck I like that

I drop her legs, telling her to keep them open and she listens. Leaning down, I suck her nipple in my mouth, her back arching off into me. It gets so hard in my mouth turning me on more. I snap my hips, pushing my cock deeper and hitting her spot

"Yes HOSEOK, there, baby there!"

Anything for her

Wrapping my arm around her waist, grabbing her ass, I push her up against me, fucking her hard into the couch

Her pussy pulses on me and she screams, "I'm gonna cum Hobi"

"Go ahead baby. Cum on my cock"

"Hhh..HOSEOK!!!", she screams, coming on me, her body pressed into me

"Fuck yes good girl", I moan lost in the pleasure

God no one's orgasm ever felt like hers. It's because she's so tight, because I almost don't fit in her and make her open around me, to hold me

I fuck her more, my own orgasm building and building the tighter she squeezes, the more I fuck her

It feels too fucking good and I thrust hard, holding myself inside as pure pleasure blinds me when I cum inside her. Her pussy still throbs on me, sucking all my cum out

"FUCK, JOANNE, yes baby", I cry

When I finish, I collapse on top of her. I feel her hands go in my hair, playing with it

No, she can't do that. I'm going to fall asleep

"Don't you have to go?", she says softly

I do. But I don't want to get up. I don't want to leave her arms, I want to stay with her

"Yeah"

"So go Hobi. Don't keep the guys waiting. Don't make them look for you"

I nod, forcing myself to get up. I pull my pants up and as I fix them, I watch her get dressed

I want to talk to her. I want to tell her I love her so much. I want her to be mine

But my voice is frozen

It's like those words can't pass my lips

"Go Hobi. I'll be out soon ok? I'll see you later"

We both know that's a lie. We both know that she's going to immediately go to her hotel room and not come out until the next performance. I have no idea what she does during the week

I go out with the guys but she goes out with the staff. They go to the same places we go but after us and separated from us. She doesn't text me like she did two weeks ago when the tour just started

Then the first show happened with us sleeping together and she stopped texting me. Stopped hanging out with me at night or during the day if we made plans together

"Ok Jo", I answer because what else can I say

I need to get changed and get back on stage. I turn from her and force myself to walk out of the room

My heart feels heavy and I feel it breaking

I just want her

Why does it have to be so hard?

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2 months later, Seoul, Korea

J POV

"Gonna cum aegi?", Hobi asks

"Mmmm soon", I moan, feeling so much pleasure

Hobi has me against the wall, holding me up and fucking me hard. I'm holding onto the fucking harness that caused all of this

"I need it baby. Don't you want to give it to me?"

I nod, "Yes Hobi. I want to give you whatever you want"

God if he only knew how serious I was. I'd give him anything.

He slams into my spot and I cry out from the intense pleasure. I don't know how he knows how to work me so well but he does

From the first time

I also think it's because I'm a whore for him. He's so fucking hot and I want him all the time. Stars burst in my eyes when he smashes my spot causing my orgasm to rip through me

"HOSEOK yes baby"

"Mmmmm such a good girl giving me what I want"

I nod, lost in pleasure. He keeps pound me, making more pleasure run through me. I'm never overstimulated with Hobi. He can keep fucking me after I orgasm to get to his and it still feels good

I haven't orgasmed a second time but that's because he cums then has to run to the stage. There's no time for multiple orgasms although I know, without a doubt, that Hobi can give it to me

His cock twitches and I know he's gonna cum

"Cum Hobi", I murmur

As soon as I finish speaking, he thrusts again, his warm cum spilling inside me

"JOANNE fuck aegi!", he cries

God Hobi is so fucking beautiful when he cums. I love watching him. The pleasure on his beautiful face makes him goddamn perfect

"Good baby, you feel so good Hobi"

He holds me against the wall when he finishes, his head against my shoulder. After a minute he puts me down, my legs wobbling

"Ok?", he asks after he helps me to steady myself

I nod, "Yeah good"

He nods, pulling his pants up as I start to dress

It's the same thing every concert. After the second time we fucked, it's become a thing between us. We go into a room before he performs TEAR when he's wearing the harness and we fuck

I'm completely naked and he is from the waist down. He doesn't take his shirt off because the harness is over it

After we dress, he leaves first to perform and I stay behind controlling my emotions before I leave the room. Then we don't see or really talk to each other until the next concert

Then repeat

It's slowly killing me but tonight is the last performance. And they're getting a two month break so they won't need me for makeup. And I can try to recover from this

"Are...are you going to watch the performance?", he asks

I look up startled

He's usually gone by now

"I uh...do you want me to?"

He nods

"Oh. Ok. Yeah sure"

"By the stage?"

He wants me by the stage?

I usually just watch from the monitors

"I uh...I guess but I won't be able to see you. You'll be on the small stage and I'll be by the big one"

"There's monitors on the big stage that you can watch through. I...I just want you near me"

I raise my eyebrow. That's weird

But I can't say no to him

"Yeah Hobi, I'll watch"

He nods but doesn't leave

Is he...is he waiting for me?

This is so weird

I finish dressing then he turns and opens the door

I walk to him and he takes my hand, lacing our fingers

Ok what the fuck is going on?

He's never held my hand before

Instead of dragging me behind me, he walks next to me, leading me to the stage

"You can stand here and watch through this monitor. And you can see the stage from here too"

"Uh yeah ok. Sure", I nod

He nods, but doesn't leave

"Hobi don't you have to go?"

"I uh yeah", he answers

He touches my cheek softly, then presses his lips to mine in a soft kiss. It's the first time he's kissed me and stars burst in my eyes

Oh my god, it's perfect

He's perfect

I kiss him back, his lips feeling so good on mine

He pulls away and turns from me, walking back to the guys

What the fuck is going on?

I have no idea

He doesn't like me like that. I know. He just fucks me and never says anything after. It's never brought up or talked about after. It's like as soon as he walks through the door, he forgets about me and the sex we have

Maybe he's just upset that he has to stop now that the tour is over

That has to be it

He's going to be alone

He explained the situation with Hana after the second time we fucked. I thought she was his girlfriend but I was wrong. She's just another fuck buddy

Like me

It hurts to think that but it's true

But now we're back home and he can call her to fuck. Which is what he's probably going to do

The music starts and I watch Namjoon rap, Hobi in the background

I feel like crying as I watch him

I feel like I lost him

Once today is over, I feel like he's not going to continue our friendship. It's been so strained with us barely talking or contacting each other. I just have a bad feeling that our friendship is over

And it hurts because I love him

Not only in love with him, but love him as my friend

He's been there for everything in my life and I've been there for him. We haven't been separated since we became friends. When he moved to Seoul, I came too

I need him, I don't know how I'm going to survive without him

He's my light

My sunshine

I watch him rap, feeling so upset

I just want him so badly

Just to be in his arms would be the best

I'd be completely happy

His part comes up again and I watch him go off

He always goes hard for his part in TEAR

He's so amazing to watch, his stamina is amazing

The words just flow from his mouth without stopping, his voice changing intensity

His voice when he raps is so hot

His voice when he talks is adorable

His voice when he's dominating me is sexy

Safe to say I love his voice

And the thought of not hearing it anymore breaks me

I quickly wipe my eyes, stopping the tears before they fall

He finishes and breathes hard from the exertion

Right away he gets into positon for Mic Drop

I'm always amazed how he and the guys can go from one hard choreographed, energetic song right into another without dying

I hate sweating and I hate being hot and breathing hard

I make an exception for sex because it feels fucking good but anything else it's a no

I think I'd pass out of if I had their job

The camera focuses on him as he breathes out and fixes his ear set

My god he's so fucking beautiful

His forehead showing, his skin glistening in sweat, his fucking sharp as knives jaw

The black Dior t-shirt, the harness the silver chain around his neck, the fingerless gloves

He's every girl's dream

And I hate the girl he's going to fall in love with

I hate that girl who gets to be with him, who gets his smile, his eyes adoring her, his love, him

I don't know her but I fucking hate her with a fiery passion

She's going to get him and I won't

God my life blows

I watch Hobi start off Mic Drop, his rapping amazing, dancing incredible

Hobi was born to be an idol

Born to dance

Born to be famous, loved, wanted by millions

He deserves it too

And I can't do anything but be happy for him

And if he wants me to let him go I will

His happiness, his success, his everything is more important than anything I could feel

I always said I'll do anything for him

And I will

----------------------------------------------------

I can't sleep

I'm back in my bed, in my apartment and I can't sleep

After Mic Drop, Hobi was taken to change for the encore. After the concert, BTS were congratulated on a successful tour and then he was whisked away with the guys

Back to the dorm I assume

And I was left there to go home on my own

I was told that I have the same break as they do and if BigHit needs me during the two months they'll call me and I have the option to work or not. I agreed and then I drove home

Hobi hasn't texted me at all

I showered then went to bed two hours ago

I just can't stop thinking of Hobi

Of what he's doing

Where he is

Is he thinking about me?

Or is he calling Hana?

Is he with her right now?

I let the tears that are pooling in my eyes fall

I'm tired of holding them back

I miss him so much already

I don't know how I'm going to survive feeling like this

It just hurts so much

Closing my eyes, I just let myself cry into my pillow

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Hobi POV

"It's not going to ring by itself", Yoongi tells me

He sits down across from me at the kitchen table

I've just been starting at my phone, willing it to ring. Willing Joanne to call me or text me

The last concert was a week ago and I haven't heard from her since

And I'm terrified to call her. I don't know what to say. I feel like I lost her, like our friendship is over and it's killing me. I miss her so much but I'm too much of a coward to reach out first

It used to be so easy. Just pick up the phone, call or text her, make plans to go eat, go shopping or just hang out

Now that seems impossible

"So you gonna tell her or what?"

"Huh?", I ask, my head snapping up

"Are you going to tell her?", Yoongi repeats

"What the fuck are you talking about?", I ask confused

I'm so not in the mood for cryptic messages

"Joanne."

I raise my eyebrow, "What about her?"

He rolls his eyes, "Are you going to tell her or not?"

He's pissing me off, "Tell her what?"

"That you love her you idiot"

How does he fucking know? I didn't tell anyone how I feel about her

"Don't bother lying to me. I know. We all know", he pauses, "Except for her"

"How?"

"Oh c'mon Hoseok, it's clear as day on your face when you look at her. Like she's your everything, like she's the only thing you see."

I had no idea I looked at her like that. I thought I was being discreet. I'm an idiot

"We also heard you two together"

"What?", I gasp

"Oh c'mon. You guys are so loud, of course we heard you two"

This isn't good. Did staff members hear too?

I wanted to keep it just between us but my big mouth during sex told everyone

"And I saw you kiss her on the last concert"

He saw that?

I shouldn't be surprised. I did it in front of people. I don't know why I kissed her then. I just wanted too, we hadn't kissed before and I wanted to tell her how I feel that way

Hoping she'd get it, she'd understand

But I don't think she did

But that kiss

It was a quick soft kiss and it was the best kiss I ever had

Her lips are so soft, smooth

It felt so good to kiss her and actual fucking fireworks exploded in my vision

I thought that shit was so fake but it's not

"You have to tell her. I'm tired of seeing you sulking, seeing you stare at your phone like that's going to make it ring. We're suppose to be on a break and having fun. You need to go have fun with her."

"It's not that easy!", I snap

"Yeah no shit. It's not supposed to be easy. It's supposed to be scary and awkward until you both realize that you love each other. Then it's fun and sweet and all that shit that makes me sick."

"You don't know that she loves me back"

He snorts, "God you really are blind. That girl has loved you since I met her"

"She's my best friend. She's supposed to love me"

"Not what I mean and you fucking know it Hoseok", Yoongi quips, "She's in love with you just like you are with her. You remember what I said about how you look at her?"

I nod

Oh I remember

He made it sound so embarrassing

"She looks at you the same way. I've never seen a girl look at anyone like she looks at you. Like you're the perfect thing on this planet. It's gross"

"Yeah thanks", I snap

"Kidding", he smirks, "But really she looks at you like that. She loves you. There's no way she'll say no to you"

"I don't know"

"You have nothing to lose", he insists

Is he fucking for real?

I have everything to lose

"Yes I do. I could lose her"

"Ok then. Sit here and be miserable, hoping she'll call you.", he snaps, "Or you can grow a pair and tell her. Your choice"

He gets up from the table, leaving me alone

Now what? Is he right? Does she love me?Should I take the chance?

I don't want to lose her but I'm already dying without her

At least I'll know for sure if she loves me or not

If not then I'll be dying but knowing she doesn't love me

But if she does then I get to be with her

She can be mine and I can shower her with the love for her I've been keeping inside for years

I can be with her all the time, have her in my arms all the time

Kiss her whenever

As I think about it, all those reasons outweigh the one reason for not saying anything

I have to tell her

I'm terrified but Yoongi's right

It's not supposed to be easy

I check the time

7:30 pm

I can go to her apartment and talk to her now

Standing up, I grab my keys and head to the car

----------------------------------------------------

I swallow hard and ring her doorbell

Oh god, I'm so scared

This is really happening

I'm really going to tell her

I'm so hot and I'm sweating already

The door opens and she's there

Standing in front of me

So fucking beautiful

"Oh Hobi. Hi. What's up?", she asks

I can't think, I just step inside her apartment, my lips against hers

I'm happy and honestly a little shocked when she throws her arms around my neck and kisses me back

I kick her door closed, picking her up, her legs wrapping around me

I know my way around her apartment and I carry her to her bed without hitting anything

Which is good because it'd be so bad if I fell on top of her

Getting her on her bed, I move my hands to her pj pants and look at her

She nods, pushing them down herself

I help her get them off, then get her shirt off

She's not wearing any panties or bra and I take the time to look at her body again

God she's such a turn on

She sits up, undoing my belt and pants. She pulls everything down and I step out of them

"I...I'm sorry I don't have the harness on"

I know that turns her on

But I don't have it and I'm scared that she needs that to want me

She looks at me like I'm completely insane

"Hobi....it's not the harness that makes me want you"

I raise my eyebrow

It's not?

But that's what started everything

She saw me in that, I noticed her pressing her legs together and I went from there

"It's not?"

"No you dummy. It's you."

"Me?", I whisper, hoping it's true

"Yes Hobi, it's you that makes me want you. It's everything about you"

I'm shocked

"It's you Hobi. It's always you"

I have to say something. I can't just let her think I just want sex

Sitting next to her, I softly touch the side of her face

"It's always you Joanne. Always. From when I met you"

She nods, "It's the same for me Hobi"

Yoongi was right

And I was blind and so dense

I look into her beautiful deep dark brown eyes that I love falling into

"I love you", I tell her

Her eyes widen in shock but then she smiles

"I love you Hobi."

The immense relief and joy I feel is overwhelming

She loves me

She really loves me

She moves into my lap, kissing me hard, her hands in my hair

I instantly wraps my arms around her, kissing her and sliding my tongue in her mouth

She moves her tongue to mine and I moan so loudly

I feel myself getting hard against her

She pulls away for a second to pull my shirt off

Her lips come back to mine right away, feeling so good against mine and she pushes me down on my back

"Now I get to oogle your body baby", she whispers

She sits back up and her eyes roam down my chest and shoulders to my stomach

I feel a little self conscious

I don't have abs at the moment so I feel like I'm not at my best for her

"My god you're perfect", she says with awe

My eyes snap to her face and I can't believe she's looking at me like that

Like I am perfect

"God Hobi, you...so sexy baby. I can't fucking believe it"

"Uh thanks aegi", I blush

She looks up at me smirking, "My boyfriend has a pornstar body"

Oh my god, I don't know what to feel

I want to laugh because of what she said, throwing my words I said when I first saw her naked at me

I'm over the moon hearing her call me her boyfriend

And I'm flattered and a little shy about her saying I have a pornstar body

"Yeah well my girlfriend has a pornstar body too. And I said it first", I pout

She laughs, "Yeah you did baby. I'll give you that"

She leans over and I feel her lips press into my neck

She kisses me all over, moving down slowly

Oh god yes

It's never been like this with us

We usually just fuck, no kissing, occasional touching

But feeling her kiss my neck is bliss

She trails kisses all over my chest and kisses never felt so good there

She goes lower, my stomach getting her kisses now

"Feels so good baby", I moan

She giggles, kissing me more, going further down

"Oh yeah baby. Definitely a pornstar body with this cock", she teases

She kisses my cock at the base, making me gasp

Then I feel her lick the underside of my shaft, making my body shake hard

"Fuck Hobi, you're so hard"

"This is what you do to me aegi", I moan, "All the fucking time. I'm always so hard all the goddamn time

She smirks at me, "I'm sorry baby. But now that your mine, I'll suck your cock and fuck you anytime you need me"

Jesus yes

Her wet tongue slides along my length, from bottom to top

"Aegi", I gasp

I watch her tongue lick the underside of my head over and over

Fuck fuck fuck

It feels so good

Her perfect lips wrap around my head, her tongue licking all over

"Please aegi, suck baby", I plead

I want to feel it, so badly

Her mouth sucks softly, pleasure hitting me hard

"Yes baby. Oh god Jo more", I moan

She increases her speed and the pleasure intensifies

She moves down my cock more, going at it hard

Watching my cock go in and out of her pretty mouth turns me on more

"My good girl", I murmur, running my fingers in her soft hair, "Feels so good baby"

She looks up at me, holding my gaze as she moves all the way down my length

My eyes widen in surprise and pleasure, feeling my cock go down her throat

I'm all in and she's not choking

She actually smirks around my length then moves half way back

I watch in complete list as she moves back up my cock, taking me in again

Oh my fucking God

She continues to move up and down, deepthroating me so fucking well

"God baby, you're so good at this", I moan

She starts sucking as she moves and it's over

I don't know how she can deepthroat and still suck but I'm so fucking glad she can and she's mine

After a few more thrusts and sucks, I'm gonna cum

"Jo, baby, I'm gonna cum"

It's like that fuels her because she goes faster and harder

"Goddamn baby. You want my cum aegi?"

She nods and fuck me, it turns me on

"Fuck aegi", I shout, coming down her throat and my body fucking shakes

Fucking shakes

"Fuck swallow baby", I moan

She does and the pleasure spikes

"Again aegi."

She keeps swallowing on me, over and over again. When I finish she moves off, pressing her tongue on my tip

"So fucking good Hobi"

My eyes snap to hers

"What?"

"You taste good", she smirks

I crash my mouth to her, pushing her on her back

"Time to taste my baby"

She blushes, "You want to?"

Is that even a question? Of course I do

"Aegi you have no idea how much I wanted to eat you out."

"Really?"

I nod, "Do you remember the first time I touched you, then licked my fingers and said you taste good?"

She nods, blushing more

"I wanted you in my mouth since that day. There just wasn't any time"

"Oh", she answers, smiling shyly, "Ok baby"

Kissing her cheek, I move down, opening her legs wide. Her pussy is drenched and looks so fucking good. I kiss her cute pussy lips then lick slowly in between them

"Oh shit", she moans, shaking

I run my tongue up and down, loving the way she tastes, the way she feels

"Yes Hobi", she moans, her hand snaking in my hair

Flicking her clit with my tongue makes her yell in pleasure and her body arches up

"Hoseok god"

"Good girl. Like it?"

"Fuck yes. God Hobi, your tongue is the best"

I'm glad she thinks so. I keep lapping at her clit, listening her her moans and feeling how her hand is twisting my hair. Her clit throbs against my tongue and I just want to suck on her. So I do

"HOSEOK oh fuck, don't stop", she cries

Oh I wont. I suck and pull on her clit, loving the way it throbs on my lips, the way she's holding my head to her, the way her legs shakes

"More Hobi. I'm gonna cum. More!"

Hearing that, I sucking harder and faster, giving her what she wants

"HOSEOK oh fuck HOSEOK!", she screams, orgasming

Immediately letting go of her clit, I slam my tongue by her entrance, licking her cum

"Oh fuck yes", I groan, tasting the best thing I've ever had in my life

I don't stop licking, even after she finishes, wanting more. Laying my tongue flat on her, I lick up slowly making sure she feels my whole tongue

I glance up at her while I lick her, seeing her breathing hard, her face in pleasure. I'm so happy I'm giving her that pleasure

I trace her slit with the tip of my tongue, driving her crazy. Slowly, I slide my tongue inside her and she breathes in sharply, then moaning loudly. Her cunt throbs around my tongue, sending pleasure down my spine

Sliding my tongue out, she whines, "No baby go back"

I smirk, going back in, then out again

"Want me to tongue fuck you baby?"

"Yes!", she begs, "Yes baby!"

"You gonna cum on my tongue if I do?"

"Yes Hobi"

"Good girl"

Sliding my tongue in and out of her hole makes her pulse harder

"Hobi, Hobi, Hobi"

Liquid gushes from her pussy, on my face. Moving back, I watch her squirt. Holy shit, it's so fucking hot

And I'm so proud I made my girl squirt, making her feel that good. Thrusting my tongue inside her small hole while she's still squirting, I swallow when it floods my mouth

God tastes so sweet

"Mmmm my good girl, squirting on my face"

"Www...what?", she asks, lifting her head

"Squirting aegi. On me. You're doing it now"

"Oh I uh...I'm sorry", she says her face turning red

"No aegi don't be sorry. I like it. A lot"

Her eyebrow raises, "Really?"

I nod, "Yes baby. It's so hot"

"Damn Hobi"

Smirking, I put my tongue back, licking up and down

"Hobi", she moans

"One more aegi. Please for me"

"Mmm hmmm", she answers

Moving my tongue faster, her legs tremble and start to close. I put my hands on her legs, opening them

"Keep your legs open baby", I demand, keeping up the pace with my tongue

"HOSEOK FUCK!", she screams, flooding my mouth with cum

Goddamn I can never get enough of her. When she finishes, I give her another long lick, then move away

"My new favorite thing to eat", I tell her

"Jesus Hobi"

She sits up, pulling me to her and maneuvers me so I'm sitting against her headboard, her mouth against mine in a heated kiss

Without breaking our kiss, she moves, getting my head inside her. Moving my hands to her hips, I push her down on me, getting my length all inside her. She shivers in my arms and I love it

I move back, sitting against the headboard. She buries her hands in my hair and she bounces on me. Pleasure flows through my veins from her moving

"Fuck aegi, you feel so good baby. Always feel so good for me", I moan

"Anything for you Hobi", she whispers, her lips kissing my neck, "I love you"

"I love you Jo. So much"

I trail my fingers on her back, just touching her amazingly soft skin. She moves faster, her pussy so tight on me, squeezing over and over. God she feels so good. She always does. As she comes down, I thrust up, moving right into her spot

"Hobi"

"Good girl baby. Feels good?"

"So good", she moans

I'm glad I can make her feel so good. Kissing her neck, I move my hand between us and play with her little clit

"Hobi!", she gasps, flooding my cock with more juice

"God baby, I love being inside you"

"Hobi", she moans

She's almost there and I want to feel her orgasm. Hold her breast up, I attach my mouth to her nipple, sucking softly

"Oh fuck"

"C'mon aegi. Cum on my cock."

"Hobi...god!"

"I need it", I say between sucks on her nipple, "I want to feel you. Cum on me"

"HOSEOK!", she screams, her body shaking hard in my arms, coming hard

"Yes baby girl", I gasp, feeling her cunt strangle my cock, pleasure so fucking good, "Such a good girl for me"

"Yes Hobi fuck. Again!", she moans in so much pleasure

She wants more, I'll gladly give my baby more. As much as she wants

Always

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J POV

Hobi lifts me up and flips me over on my hands and knees, thrusting back in right away

Fuck me. I love feeling him. He fills me so fucking well until there's nothing but him

He drills his cock inside me, making me open around him. The feel of his cock dragging inside makes my brain shut off. I don't know how he got so good at sex but he is. And I'm over the moon I get to have him

"God aegi, you're pussy feels so good", he moans

I can't answer, the pleasure so intense

"This cunt is mine", he tells me

He is so fucking right

"Only mine. And I'm gonna fuck you everyday, make you feel good, make you cum everyday. This pussy is mine and you are mine"

"Yes Hobi! I'm yours! Only yours!", I moan

"Good aegi. I love you"

"I love you Hobi"

Hobi's hand wrap around my waist, angling my hips down as he fucks into me so fast

"Mm baby's gonna cum"

"Yes Hobi"

"Can you squirt for me?"

I don't know if I can. I've never done it before today. I don't know how but I'll try to do it again. For him.

"I'll try Hobi"

"I'll make you baby. Can I be a little rough?"

A little? He can be a lot rough. And I tell him that

"Good baby. I'll make your pussy squirt for me"

Suddenly I'm pushed face down into the bed and held there by Hobi's hand on the back of my neck. He raises my hips, pounding right into my spot

"HOSEOK oh god!", I scream

"Fuck baby, you're hole looks so good stuffed with my cock.", he groans, "Such a good pussy swallowing my cock so well"

"Mmm wanna be good for you"

"Oh baby you are", he praises

The force of his pounds move me along the bed and I move my hands out to stop myself from hitting the headboard

He slams harder and I'm right there. The next pound makes me scream at the top of my lungs as I cum

"Yes baby, such a good girl"

I can't speak from the pure bliss but I hope I'm squirting like he wants

"Squirt around my cock baby. God, so pretty"

Pulling me up against his chest, he kisses my neck, moving his hand to my clit. Moving his fingers, he plays with me, still thrusting into me

"I need you to cum one more time ok baby girl, so I can fill you're pretty little hole with cum"

"Yes Hobi", I moan, as his other hand plays with my breasts, squeezing my nipple"

God it's so much stimulation- his cock, his hands on my clit and nipple, his mouth sucking on my neck

"Hobi, I can't...I need", I trail off, feeling my orgasm coming

"Let go for me baby. Cream my cock with your pretty cum"

His words and what he's doing to my body, push me over the edge

"HOSEOK!", I cry, my body shaking uncontrollably from the pleasure

"Yes baby. Such a good girl", he praises as he fucks me through my orgasm

"Gonna fill my pussy now", he murmurs in my ear

I just nod

He slams a few more times then, yells my name loudly as he cums

I feel his hot cum shoot inside me, filling me to the brim

God it feels so good

His cock throbs and twitches and the feel of cum, his cum, inside me is the best

"Oh aegi, you feel so good baby. My baby", he whimpers in my ear

I moan softly, leaning against him

I'm so tired

Hobi pulls out, his arms around my body, gently laying me down

He moves next to me, shifting me on top of him, my head on his shoulder

He hold me tightly, his fingers in my hair and running up and down my back

My body trembles against his fingers

I hear him chuckle, "Baby's sensitive?"

I nod

"Tired aegi?"

"Yeah Hobi"

He's silent for a few minutes and I think he fell asleep when he speaks, "You're mine now right aegi? My girlfriend?"

I lift my head to look at him

He looks so nervous but I don't know why

I told him I love him

I guess he wants reassurance and I'll give it to him

"Yeah Hobi. I'm yours. You're mine. My boyfriend, my love. Always"

The smile he gives me is so beautiful, so bright like the sun

"I love you so much Jo"

I reach out, softly touching his gorgeous face, "I love you so much Hobi."

Pressing my lips to his, I kiss him softly, just feeling him and his love

When the kiss ends, I lay my head back on his shoulder

"Sleep aegi. I love you"

"You're staying right?", I ask

"Always", he whispers, kissing my forehead

Snuggling into him, I close my eyes, so happy I have my Hobi

[yeojaa]

come over, pt. i

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.  rating.  explicit.  tags.  this is pwp.  smut in the forms of:  kissing, oral (m/f), fingering, deepthroating, hickeys, protected sex.  use of the pet name shy girl.  wc. 6.2k.  beta reader.  @hobi-gif and @snackhobi aka the loves of my tiny life.  author note.  this is an adaption of an rp with my beloved @velvetwicebang​.  while the writing is all my own, i owe so much to loma for inspiring me and being such a wonderful partner. 💛 if you enjoy this, feedback goes a long way.  tysm for reading!  (and yes, there will be a second part.)

You’ve been friends for thirteen months, classmates for another three before that.  You’ve worked on countless projects together, watched him fall off a roof, and have had to bail him out of campus security’s grubby little hands. Your friendship is easy, based on mutual suffering in Professor Kim’s class and long study dates spent in the library.  He smuggled you chocolates in his pockets and you brought iced coffee to the 8 a.m. lecture you shared.

You’re not sure why you’re riddled with uncertainty now then, every nerve ending shot, lit up bright like the still-up mini Christmas tree sitting in the corner of your dorm room.  (You know you should take it down but it’s so cute, slouched ever with a tiny gold star-shaped bell hanging from the end.).  

Spending time with Jungkook was normal - a part of your weekly routine - but then again, you hadn’t somehow developed a weird little crush on him until recently.  

(If you think hard, you could probably pinpoint it to a night a few weeks ago when he looked particularly good, fluffy powder puff of hair stripped of shadow and gleaming gold beneath the warm lecture lights.  You’d never had a thing for blonds but he made it look good - surprising you when he’d dropped into his seat beside you and winked in response to your surprise.) 

(It’s something you can't tear your thoughts from now, that infuriatingly charming smile burnt into your retinas.  It sits at the forefront of your mind, stealing your attention from the movie that's playing on the television hung across from your bed.  One of those blockbuster flicks, because who didn’t love gratuitous action and lens flares?)

A hand reaches for the chip bowl propped between you - homemade chex mix, because you’ve been obsessed with the recipe since discovering it a few weeks ago - and you flinch away when it brushes the hand that's already in there.

"Sorry!"  You squeak before coughing, a quick-witted (but not altogether believable) attempt at hiding the sudden heat that flares across your cheeks.  The same hand disappears between your knees, fingers curling into the soft throw laid over your legs.  You tell yourself to relax at least three times before speaking, peeking at your companion from beneath a fringe of sleep-tousled strands.  “Stop stealing all my chips.” 

The boy beside you only grins, tosses that lazy smile in your direction before turning his attention back to the explosion on the screen, entire expression lit up by the fireworks that explode in flashes of colour.

You think you’ve gotten away with it - that he hasn’t noticed - and then he’s speaking again, pointedly staring forward, seemingly unbothered.  (You know better though.  Jungkook’s infuriating like that, picking up on all the little things despite the fact that he’s a dumb boy, too good at reading between the lines when he barely studies.)

“You’re blushing.”

The callout is, well, uncalled for. 

You choose to ignore him at first, opting to shove two chocolates past your lips.  They’re unbearably sweet, minty and cold - your favourite - and the richness spills across your tongue, eliciting a soft hum as your teeth buzz from the sugar.  (Note to self:  thank Jungkook for the chocolate later.)

“You’re blushing,”  you retort once you’ve swallowed, cheeks puffed out and a dent gathering between your brows.  “I’m just—“  Hand waves wildly - nearly hits him in the face with how wobbly it is - and you pretend-glare at him, faux affront laid in spades.  “—hot.”

It comes snappier than you mean it to, spoken in something close to a pout.  You aren’t actually.  The campus is notorious for having garbage heating, floorboards more akin to packed snow in the dead of winter.  It’s just annoying.  You refuse to be another one of those girls.

(Not that there’s anything wrong with said girls.  It’s more an issue with Jungkook, stupidly handsome and charming and far too popular for his own good.  People already told you all about Jungkook’s escapades - even though you often heard them from him firsthand and in gruelling detail.  One of the downsides to being friends with someone who, for all intents and purposes, carried the title of campus heartthrob.) 

“Pay attention to the movie.”  The same hand reaches for the mix again, careful to avoid brushing his this time.  You think you’ve succeeded, snatching up a piece of pretzel, morsel halfway to your mouth when it drops to your lap.

The same lap that suddenly has a hand on it, palm warm over your knee.  

If you’d thought your nerve endings were shot, now you knew they were.  Every inch of skin was on fire - heat shooting up your spine and over your neck the moment his hand comes in contact with bare skin.  Damn your need for comfort, damn your choice to wear shorts, damn his freaking hot tattooed hands—

You almost yell at him.  The sound’s on the tip of your tongue when you bite down, stare trained wholly on the movie and the blood that splatters across the screen..

Really, you shouldn't be surprised.  You’ve known Jungkook for nearly two years - okay, not quite.  You’ve heard all the rumours about him, the whispered words that sound something like playboy and flirt and be careful.  You know and yet you’ve found yourself in this situation, desperately trying to figure out what the hell is going through his mind as you stare straight ahead, refusing to move a muscle.  

His profile is picture perfect from your periphery;  he's focused too, acting like he's done nothing wrong.  Sly as a fox, as always.

“Still blushing,”  he repeats conversationally, as if he’s commenting on the colour of the sky or how cold it is in your room.  Not as if he’s got a hand where it shouldn’t be, ink spilling over his skin in pretty patterns, burning the shape of it where he touches.

"I didn't blush.”  It’s a retort made for only argument’s sake and even then, without weight.  Feather soft and feeble in an attempt to keep your voice level.  It's hard when you’re burning up, a livewire settled where you feel him.  "I'm not blushing."

It's a lie - you can feel the flush, embarrassment flooding from your cheeks all the way down over your chest.  It’s an inferno beneath your skin, lava coursing through your veins.  

It spreads further and further, blooms somewhere new when his hand drifts lower, tracking across the soft inner of your thigh.  Doesn’t cease even when his hand does, palm firm over your leg, the ghost of a touch passing so close to your core you can’t help but jolt.  It’s as if he’s rearranged your pieces, mixed them all up.  A brush of his finger over your clothed entrance feels like it hits you right in the chest, snaps your heart to attention.  It roars to life, thundering madly, pulse erratic when he repeats the gesture, with that much more pressure.

You’re dripping, you realise to your horror, cotton of your thong sticking to your skin, grey of your shorts made darker by the arousal that spills over the one not-so-innocent digit. 

A part of you wants to run from the room.  Nearly do, heart hammering in your chest when Jungkook's face is suddenly too close, the warmth of his breath stifling against your neck.  It feels good, anticipation and desire fizzing in your stomach like fountain pop.  (The movie theatre kind, that’s somehow flat and too bubbly all at once.)

"Kook."  You mean to say it reproachfully, with a hand pushing his wrist away.  Instead it comes out like a whisper, a soft sigh of his name that sounds almost needy, laced with worry and anticipation that makes you want to tear your own hair out.  Fingers remain locked around bone, other hand digging into the blanket and the linen beneath it, searching desperately for some form of composure beneath the material.  

For the first time, you hazard a glance - know it’ll be bad for your own well-being - dropping your stare to where his hand rests.  (You have to admit - you like the sight of those tattoos, a stark contrast to the unblemished softness.)

Like it almost as much as his kisses, the first of which lands exactly where you want it most.  Delicate, polite, right on the junction of your jaw.  A sigh escapes before you can help it.  "Shy girl,”  he coos, teasing in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. 

“I’m not shy,”  you huff - try to, anyway, around the kaleidoscope of butterflies that are threatening to choke you.  "We're watching a movie."  You’re trying to redirect his attention, even as you’re desperate for it, even as you think you’d give your whole heart for it. 

You’re this close to combusting, eyes widening the moment he extracts his hand and tucks it back into the bowl of chips.  A part of you wants to yell at him - for starting this in the first place but mainly for leaving you high and dry, turned on and soaking through your underwear. 

(It’s not fair, but then again, you’d never expected them to be.  You’ve seen the rules Jungkook plays by - namely those of his own creation.  Term paper due the next morning?  He’d somehow pull it out of his ass that night.  Break something at a house party?  He’d be let off with a smile and a wave, those doe eyes of his utterly lethal when paired with his pout.)

“Watch the movie then.”  He sounds almost bored, utterly unbothered as he seamlessly slips back into the proper role of friend, classmate, study partner.

"Let's."  Without tossing another glance in his direction, you stare straight ahead, own hand delving for snacks.  So what if you very purposely brush your fingers against the pieces he's just touched, popping the pieces into your mouth before slotting your thumb against your tongue, cheeks hollowing around to suck the last bits of salt and butter off.

Despite your nerves - you’re hoping he's watching - you readjust, bringing knees up, crossing legs until one is resting atop his own thick thigh.  The full of your bottom lip disappears between your teeth, worried to within an inch of its life as you shift beside him, seemingly manoeuvring your shorts into their rightful position.

(You’re not.  They’re hitched higher than they were, barely worthy of the title of shorts, more akin to a belt.  So revealing it’s almost uncomfortable, wet of your arousal sticking them to your skin.)

(Two could play this game.)

(Maybe him better than you, but still.)

You know what you’re doing and yet you’re somehow surprised when he’s suddenly disappeared from your side and situated himself in front of you, eating up too much of the space on your small double bed.  “What’re you—“  The question disappears in the same moment he does, unable to track his movements when Jungkook slips forward, pressing his mouth over yours.

You’ve kissed a lot of people.  (Okay, not a lot, but enough.)  You were a senior in college, where kissing was like talking and fucking happened more often than dating.

You’ve never kissed Jungkook before.  

Why hadn’t you?

His lips are terribly soft, pink and pouted, slanting across yours as if he’s trying to devour you.  There’s no semblance of delicacy, nothing gentle and sweet like those brushes against your neck.  They’re forceful, demanding payment in full when his tongue glides over the seam, seeking entrance despite the fact that you think he might’ve slipped in anyway.

There’s not a single wall he couldn’t break down, not a lock he couldn’t pick.  Not with how he moves, purposeful and reassured, tongue sliding over yours, sucking it into his mouth as if it’s something he does every day.  (Which it very well could be - just not with you.)

“Shy girl,”  he repeats with a mouth filled with affection, praise that pours over you honey sweet and sticky.  “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

The thing is, you’re not pretending.  You’re half-afraid this entire moment is going to explode into a thousand pieces, a dream shattered by reality.  You hope it doesn’t.  Couldn’t bear it when he feels so nice, hand spanning your waist, tucked beneath the safety of your shirt and the fleece blanket between you.  

“I’m not.”  

“Oh?”  There’s something in his eyes, something that coils heat in the pit of your stomach.  You swear you can see the devil sitting on his shoulder, gleeful little smile rearranging his features.  “Do I make you nervous, ____?”

Did he?  Of course he did.  Had, even before you’d known him.

(You’d grown comfortable, though.  Found a way to separate the popular heartthrob from your friend.)

But you’ve lost your marbles, gone certifiably insane when you make a noise that sounds nothing like you.  Because you’re once again far too interested in the way Jungkook’s touching you, manhandling you as if you’re some sort of puppet.  It really shouldn’t turn you on so much, slick coating your bare thighs when he guides you onto your back, pushes you back against your too many pillows.

He’s your friend and he’s told you all about the way he fucks girls until they can’t walk.  

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want the same treatment, though. 

The moment Jungkook’s mouth finds your skin - sensitive and soft and so close to your soaked core - you keen, hands immediately flying into his silky head of hair.  It threads between your fingers like fine silk, filaments of gold overlaid in colour by the movie that still plays.  

“Oh my god,”  you gasp, entire body arching off the back of the bed in an effort to bring some form of  relief.  You can’t help the heat that burns your cheeks or how you sound, begging and pleading as you tug gently at his blond roots.  “Don’t tease me.”

You’re not asking very nicely but you figure Jungkook will give in.  It’s his fault, after all.  

His fault - which you don’t mind when he hooks fabric aside and drags his tongue across your slit, the flat of his tongue arching your back from the bed.  Can’t mind when he does it again, rounded nose bumping against your clit.  You’re trying to stay just a little bit decent, moans soft and caught between your teeth.  You’re practically biting a hole through your lip in an effort to stay quiet, hands curled into fists.  Gold spills between them and you imagine it hurts but he doesn’t stop, only works harder to drive you crazy.

Of course he’s good at this.  Too good, if you’re being honest.

You’re dripping, legs trembling in his firm, unyielding grip.  There's molten heat building in your stomach, creeping up your spine, and with each pass of his tongue over your sensitive core, it only expands.  You want more - need it - and almost beg when he catches your clit between his teeth.  A breathy baby spills out on accident when your eyes meet, gaze half-lidded.

It’s bad for your health, how good he looks right now, chin slick, lips rubied and pretty like jewels.  “Shy girl sounds so pretty.”

There's something about his praise that completely ruins you, the words dragging a delighted, sexpot moan off your tongue.  You want him to tell you how pretty you are now and later, over and over.  

You want to be his pretty girl. 

"I want you.  I need more,"  you whine, hips rutting desperately, slick messy across your thighs and shining across Jungkook's mouth.  He smiles then - brighter than the sun, utterly radiant, so devastatingly handsome you swear your brain short circuits - and then he’s doing exactly as you’ve asked. 

He eats you out like it’s an art form, flicking his tongue over your clit with practiced precision, sucking the pearl between his lips.  When he grazes his teeth over it - just the lightest pressure - you jolt, the feeling of a finger sliding into you stealing the breath from your lungs.

He’s always had nice hands, big broad palms and long fingers.  They reach places you could never hope to, stretching you deliciously when he sinks another in alongside the first, exploring you with ease.  The sting is slight, the fullness overriding any pain, further dulled by the suction of his mouth on your clit.  

He even hums when he finds the spot he’s been looking for, hooking his fingers against it and pressing.  (You swear you see stars;  you know you feel him smile, lips spread like butter over your skin when you sob.)

You can’t help yourself, writhing and moaning, trying to ride his face with a desperation that has your chest heaving.  It feels so good to have him between your legs.  You almost miss the appearance of his other hand - in view for but a moment before it disappears past the waistband of his sweats.  Dark as they are, pitch black like most of his clothing, it’s impossible to miss the way he touches himself.  It has you even needier, pussy clenching at the thought of him fisting his own hard cock.

“Do you want a hand?”  You ask as if you’re doing him a favour and not salivating at the prospect, eyes wide, blinking down at him from behind thick lashes.  

“Fuck.”  He’s sin incarnate, undeniable when he sheds his sweats, kicks them off with just one hand, other still slotted snug against your pussy.  He never ceases his movements, fucking you on his fingers even as he sits upright, leaned back on his calves.  “You want a taste?  Shy girl wants a big fat cock in her mouth?”  

There's something about hearing him so turned on, the expletive shooting a dizzying bolt of desire straight between yours legs.  You’ve seen Jungkook worked up - he was awfully competitive, after all, dominating most intramural sports, breaking PR records in the gym - but it's something else completely when he's making you drip cum all over his hand.

"Wow.”

Jungkook's cock is pretty, flushed and glossy from the pre-cum he spreads with his thumb, massaging over the tip like it owes him something.  

You want to taste it.

A contented hum rolls off your tongue at his question, though you don’t give him the satisfaction of an answer.  His ego's big enough without it and you’re much more interested in stroking something else.  Still, you lean into his palm, nuzzling your cheek against the warmth of it when he threads his hand through your hair, gathering it in his fist.

Then without looking away, your mouth falls open, tongue peeking past your lips to lick a fat stripe up the length of his cock, from base to tip.  It's hot and heavy on your tongue, the salty taste of his pre-cum better than candy.  You hum again, swirling your tongue around the head, and keep your gaze locked with Jungkook's, almost smirking when you drag your tongue over his fingers, gently grazing the edge of your teeth against the pad of his thumb. 

“Please.”  You’re usually far more reserved, not the kind to ask for more until you’re three months into dating and certain of where you stand.  You simply can’t help yourself now, the feeling of your own wetness painting your skin, making you clench around nothing.  "I need it."

The groan that comes sounds more like Christmas, a gift given by Santa Claus himself.  It filters into your ears and has you grinning up at him, not even bothering to hide the pride that flutters your lashes and has you pursing your lips around the head of his cock.  

When he speaks again, it’s dangerously quiet, low in his throat, laced with whatever same emotion that seems to shackle your limbs.  “Open up, ____,”  he instructs, though he offers little time to adjust, guiding his cock forward, stuffing your mouth full.  “Show me how bad.”

You don’t mind.  If you were to speak, it’d practically be a prayer, tongue tracing the veins that run the length.  A chorus of yes please more when he takes just as much as he gives.  You love the power that comes with Jungkook speaking so filthily, drunk on it when he continues, spewing filth in time with each rock of his hips.

Lips seal around the swollen head each time he withdraws, cheeks hollowing around the tip.  Tongue passes over his fingers again before your hand rises, fingers curling around his wrist to pull his own away.  (You probably shouldn't - it's too romantic - but thread your fingers through his in the same instant you sink down upon his cock, taking him halfway before pulling off with a pop!)

"Do you think you'll last long enough to fuck me?"  You’re pushing his buttons on purpose, just like he had yours during the movie. 

Something close to a snarl comes, a growl that reverberates out of that big cavernous chest of his, and he grips your hair tighter, tries to hold you still as he grins down at you.  The expression is so at odds with the warmth in his eyes, the boyish tilt of his head.

You repeat the motion again and again, taking him a little bit deeper until the head brushes the back of your throat, reflexively swallowing around the intrusion.  He's still so long and thick you haven’t even taken him all, drooling around his length, breathing through your nose and pushing past the desire to gag.  Then you relax your jaw just a little more, humming when your nose brushes the neatly groomed patch of hair at his base.

Your free hand slinks across his thigh, nails digging into the meat, delighted by the flex of muscle and sinew beneath your hand.  He's so hard, both on your tongue and beneath your touch.  It prompts you to shift forward just a bit more - you can feel the slick on your thighs, dripping down onto the sheets with each movement - and trace across his thigh to gently palm his balls.

If you could speak, you’d probably ask for more.  For Jungkook to use and abuse your throat as much as he wants.  As it stands, you can only moan around him, spit and his pre-cum smeared over your lips.

“Look at you.”  He’s talking to himself, lost in his own world as he fucks into your mouth, soothes the pad of his thumb over your cheek.  You adore the way he sounds now, dazed and a little messed up.  “Look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, ____.”

You can’t do much more than look up at him, batting your lashes when he compliments you, dragging your tongue everywhere you can reach as the head of his cock batters the back of your throat.  It's not an easy feat, drool all the way down your chin, trailing down your neck and staining the silk of your camisole.

At some point, you’ll need to pull off - get a proper breath of air - but not now.  Instead, you swallow around him, savouring the feeling of him filling your mouth, and squeeze gently at his balls.  When you wink up at him, it's half-hearted and with moisture in your eyes, lining lashes in the form of little gemstones.

You do it again and again, moaning lewdly around his cock before it gets too much, pulling off of him with a gasping breath and tears down your cheeks.  “Is it my turn yet?”  You’re only half-joking, made needier by the soreness in your throat, the same you want to feel so desperately between your legs.  Pressing a sweet, chaste peck to his head, tongue dipping into his slit to gather the pre-cum that leaks out, you offer the sweetest smile you can, saccharine sweet and soft.  

“Your turn?”  The way Jungkook snorts is derisive, playful.  It pulls straight off his tongue - which finds yours, swapping spit as he guides you back to the bed.  Teeth collide, lips grown swollen by the intensity of your kiss, and you startle when he nips hard at the bottom petal.  “I thought you were shy.”

“I am,”  you retort, returning the gesture, biting into the curve of his jaw with surprising repose.  Colour blooms beneath the edge of enamel, a smattering of colour that makes you smile, eager to leave more.

Which you would do, if Jungkook weren’t stripping before you, peeling his shirt from his front, tugging it over his head in that weirdly hot way that somehow all boys did.  It reveals skin in a single fluid pull, clothing discarded to the side before he levels you with a smile of his own, one that stirs to life the dimple in his cheek, eyes squinting with the intensity of his delight.  He looks deceptively sweet this way, nothing like the demon who’d just stuffed his cock down your throat.

You’re not sure which version of him you like best.

Seeing him now, dressed in nothing but that absurd, devilishly handsome grin of his, you’re not prepared.  You’re unsure where to look, gaze bouncing between the tattoos that crawl up his arms and span over his left pec, down the neatly defined ridges of his abs, and all the way back to his swollen, shiny cock.

“You’re drooling.”  Of course it’s something he’d say - because he always knows what to say, plucking perfect words from thin air.  The casual banter calms the rattle in your chest and refocuses it on his face that’s too close, looming over yours as his hands make quick work of your clothes, shedding the fabric from your form with deft, measured movements.

You’re ready to say something teasing - anything to distract from the fact that you’re still ogling him - when he catches you in another kiss, softer this time, infinitely sweeter.  Suddenly, you’re shy - which really makes no sense, given what’s transpired.

"Don't make fun of me,"  you mumble, as bashful as you were during the movie, embarrassment burning across your cheeks.  Arms rise to cover what little of your chest you can, folding around his broad palms that encompass them whole, tweaking at the straining buds.

“I’m not,”  Jungkook reassures against your lips, face dropping into the crook of your neck.  He nuzzles against you, sucking affection into the column of your throat, shamelessly laying a wreath of lust into the delicate skin.  You wonder whether he can hear the stutter of your pulse, the reaction his next words elicit.  “You’re pretty when you do it.”

You can’t quite pull your eyes away from his face, shrouded in lemon tart, so good-looking it’s unfair; his broad back and the muscle that threads it, undulating with each movement;  or the way his thighs flex between your spread knees.  You’re dragged through heaven and hell by the brush of his lips, each glide overstimulating your senses to the point of no return.  You’re still burning up, all the foreplay leaving your legs like jelly, cunt dripping with need.  "I bet you say that to all the girls."

Probably not the best thing to say with the position you’re in but the reality of the situation is hitting you and you’re feeling a little vulnerable.  Want an answer that’ll soften the sharp edges of his teeth, the intoxicating glint in his stare.

“No, just you.”  Whether it’s true or not, you can’t say for certain.  You hope it is - wish upon a star for it, laying all your hopes and dreams into the constellations in his eyes.  They’re lovely, winking down at you from the darkest depths, guiding you home.  

You don’t mean to scoff - really, you don’t.  It comes of its own accord, spilling forth like a glass too full.

“You don’t believe me?”  He sounds almost offended, the picture of innocence when he reaches down, hand scrambling about for pooled black fabric.  Comes back up with a packet between his index and middle finger, held aloft like a prize.  

How can you when he’s ready to devour you whole, primed to feast as he rolls the condom over his length, stroking himself once, twice, gaze never wavering from where it rests between your legs.

“Always prepared.”  It’s scathing but somehow tender, too mesmerised by the way he fucks into his loose fist.  You’d say more - maybe make a flippant comment about his reputation - but can’t find the words when he’s teasing you, swollen head tapping teasingly over your core.  It feels like too much, leaves you breathless when he hikes your legs up and nearly folds you in half. 

When he presses into you, the sound you make is sinful, a moan you can’t help.  Jungkook’s so fucking big you’re sure you’re about to split in half, pussy clenching tight around the sudden intrusion.  “Oh my god,”  you whine, hands coiling into his hair, trying desperately to relax, the sting of the stretch battling the pressure that builds as he sinks further in.  “You’re so big.  I c-can’t—”  You’re starting to babble nonsense and he hasn’t even begun moving yet, lips hot over the sweat-slick column of his throat when he bows, burning his presence into the grace of your neck.  A hickey of your own creation blooms right where your mouth is, right over his shoulder.  The salt of his skin distracts you, makes it easier to accommodate the fullness.  “You feel so good, Kook.”  You rock experimentally beneath him, clenching tight as if to draw him deeper.  “Please, move,”  you beg, aiming to form another bruise beneath his skin.

The first thrust chases all the breath from your lungs, a gasp ricocheting off your tongue and into the minimal space between you.  He's absurdly big, stretching you out so well that every stroke feels like heaven.  When he pushes back in, snaps his hips in that easy, effortless motion of his, you’re making the most obscene noises, words lost to his hair as he lavishes your tits with attention.

B-big! is all you manage to squeak out.  It sounds like that, anyway.  With how he's filling you, it's hard to speak coherently;  you can practically feel him in your throat.  (Or maybe that's just from choking on him earlier.  You’re not really sure.)

Hands find their way around his neck, over his shoulders, periwinkle-painted nails leaving light etchings in their wake.  They bloom colour over his back - not too hard, careful still, motor skills barely functioning - before you tangle your fingers in his hair, holding him recklessly close as the pressure builds and builds, flooding your abdomen in heat. 

There’s slick all across your thighs.  You can hear the wet sounds each time Jungkook slips almost all the way out and then rocks back in.  It's terribly messy and so hot but you’re greedy, drunk off the feeling of having this Adonis break you in half.  "Harder, p-please."  Eyes wide, you tug gently at the soft strands at the nape of his neck, meeting his with a flutter of your lashes.  "Please?"

He acquiesces without hesitation, fucks you harder, deeper, like an animal in a rut.  Grinds against you with each thrust, pushing you to your limits.  Even has the audacity to push further, until the strain in your hips conflicts with the pleasure skipping up your spine, melting you into a boneless mass.

You’ve never felt like this, stretched out and used.  You’re used to gentle lovers, sweet - if not boring - lovemaking.  The way Jungkook's pounding into you is unheard of and you’re loving it, his name whimpered on a feedback loop.  A steady Kook, Kook, Kook that twinkles in your ears, inarticulate and pleading as you rock shamelessly against him.

“You like that, ____?”  It’s a question for his own ego, something he knows but asks anyway.  (It’d be impossible not to know the answer when your cunt’s sucking him in, coating his cock in a pretty sheen.)

You’re nodding dumbly, breathless, eager to meet him each time he snaps forward.  (It’s not easy like this, practically prone beneath him, twisted into a pretzel.)  "Like it so m-much.  Feels so good.”  You can’t stop smoothing open mouthed kisses over his fluffy hair, basking in the sunshine that radiates off him. 

There's an ache starting between your legs, pussy swollen around his thick length.  You’re grateful for your natural flexibility, the hot yoga sessions you’d entertained on-and-off for years.  You’re sure you’d feel it in your legs too, knees pushed all the way up by your ears, if not for that.  

But still, you’re defenceless, made to experience each and every thing he has to offer:  every vein and ridge, the head of his cock reaching so deep it's almost too much.  With each stroke, Jungkook’s brushing against the sensitive spot that has pleasure skyrocketing, blossoming like a rose garden in spring.  "R-right there,"  you manage, rolling your hips purposefully, nearly crying each time he brushes against your g-spot.

“Right there?”  He parrots it back, infuriating and adorable, the teasing tenor dripping over you like raindrops.  They settle beneath your skin, sinking into your bones as he rears back just enough, enough to steal a kiss that’s far more tongue than it needs to be.  

It’s almost as if he’s trying to drown you, sink you beneath high tide.  

Spit descends down your chin, trails over your neck and it’s a little gross but you don’t care.  The attention he’s giving is shameless, passed over your cheeks, your throat, your breasts.  He gives and gives, both with his lips and the praise that comes unfettered.  “Perfect,”  he hums, sucking your nipple into his mouth, worrying the bud until it’s straining and puffy, too sensitive when he kisses you again and your own thigh brushes against it.  You whimper at the feeling, pulling softly at his hair, unsure whether you want less or need more.  “So sensitive.  Such a shy girl.  Such a pretty girl.”

Every word of praise has you beaming, nearly purring with delight despite the pain that comes when he puts you through the same once more, laving over the other bud with abandon.  He's sweat-slick, beads of it running down his neck, over the mosaic of bruises you’ve left behind.  It's almost embarrassing how dark his throat is coloured, a dozen reminders left all over his skin.

(You wonder how long they’ll last, how many days will pass as the colour shifts, changing like autumn leaves.  Whether they’ll still be there at your next lecture, if he’ll wear them with pride or cover up beneath one of his big baggy sweaters.)

(You hope it’s the latter.)

(Maybe he’ll let you give him more.)

(Maybe he—)

There’s a change of pace and you’re crying out, hiccupping with each thrust, the head of his cock finding your g-spot with unbearable, unrelenting precision.  Clawing at his arms, long nails digging into the firm muscle of his biceps, something between a sob and a plea rolls off your tongue, over and over.  "So big.  It's too m-much.”  And yet you don’t want him to stop, punch drunk from the way he reaches deep and pulls you tighter against him, hips risen off the bed. 

You’re begging again, eyes rolled so far back in your head you can hardly focus, the coil in your stomach pulled so tight you know it's about to snap.  When Jungkook laughs - a sweet giggle that proves his duality - you clench almost painfully, tears finally spilling over. 

One last brush against your most sensitive spot, one last thrust of that monster cock, and you’re peaking, coming so intensely you feel as if you’re soaring. Everything's suddenly so much more wet, release soaking into the linens beneath you, coating your thighs and his legs and dripping between you.

You’ve never come like this before, without some sort of direct stimulation on your clit.  It’s pleasurable in a different way, severing all your sensibilities, explosive in its magnitude.  It tingles beneath your skin, flooding all your senses. 

"Kook—please—come for me.”  You’re rocking up, forward - trying to, at least, folded as you are - singing his name, pleading for him to fuck his cum into you (momentarily ignorant to the fact that you’ve been responsible, a thin wall of latex separating you from your fucked out fantasy).  

Despite the sensitivity, you’re clenching around him, eager to bring him to his own high.  You want to feel him come apart above you, eroded into a mess like you are.

He’s just as pretty reaching his peak as he is at any other time, handsome face screwed up as if he’s reached nirvana, bliss slacking his features the longer he rides it out, bucking into you as he fills the condom and still doesn’t stop.  It’s almost unbearable, oversensitivity spilling into pleasure until he leisurely grinds to a halt, stops the inconsistent pressure against your bundle of nerves, the assault on your fluttering walls.

When he collapses against you, whole face squished between the valley of your breasts, you can’t help but laugh, the sound breathless and endeared.  “Are you okay?”  You don’t mind where he is, weight comforting, skin sticky on yours.  He’s unbelievably warm - a blanket fresh from the wash and yet so much better, lulling you into a sense of security.

“Better than okay,”  he murmurs against your chest, smothering open-mouthed kisses over skin, snickering when you jolt at the feel of his teeth over your nipple one last time.  “You’re welcome.”  It’s an indulgent, facetious expression of gratitude, one that you haven’t asked for.  You laugh all the same, ducking your head into the crown of spun gold atop his head.  

“You too.”

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[snackhobi]

how we interface ;

part of the human touch verse (masterlist here)

pairing: android!taehyung x f!reader / word count: 1.7k / genre: fluff, established relationship, light smut (NSFW) / warnings: none?; this is set after the main story

a/n: so here I am, revisiting the human touch verse, finally. thank you to my beta readers @hobi-gif​ and @morndas​, I love and appreciate you both so much 💖 to the anon who suggested a ‘naughty scene’ with android tae, there’s a lil something in here for you! 

The first time it happens, you think Taehyung is malfunctioning.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve held hands by now.  You never thought you could be so familiar with someone else’s hands: how their fingers entwine with yours, the warmth of their palm against your own; how their thumb feels rubbing across the back of your hand, tender and soothing and so full of love. But here you are, your hand in Taehyung’s, his in yours, like it’s meant to be there. What once was new and exciting is now a motion of comfort—as practiced as blinking or breathing.

But this? This is new, this sudden sensation of smoothness where Taehyung’s soft skin had been moments before. You glance down. You haven’t been looking at your joined hands, focused instead on the film that flickers across your TV, and there’s a beat as you take in what you’re seeing: the bare white of Taehyung’s android body, normally hidden away underneath the synthetic skin that covers him. You know what androids look like under their skin, the smooth white plastic bodies, but you’ve only ever seen a glimpse of Taehyung’s—a slip of white on his temple when he’d removed his LED, that under skeleton you haven’t seen since.

“Taehyung?” You’re uncertain what to think, equal parts confused and concerned. He doesn’t seem to be in pain; barely seems to register it at all, even, only turning his attention away from the screen at the sound of your voice. Like he hasn’t noticed anything amiss. “Are you okay?”

His eyes fall to your joined hands. “Oh,” he says. “Yes, I’m fine. Sorry.”

And just like that you watch as the skin shifts back into place, creeps from under his sleeve to cover his ivory hand; in mere moments everything is back in place and Taehyung seems unperturbed. As if nothing important has happened. He lifts your hand to his mouth, presses a fleeting kiss across your knuckles, an easy touch of affection that still has you melting, snuggling as close as possible to watch the rest of tonight’s movie.

Maybe it’s an android thing, you think. If it’s important and Taehyung wants to tell you about it, then he will. Until then there’s nothing more to do than to lean into his side and watch as Sophie and the Witch of the Waste toil up the stairs to the palace. You shift, resettle, drape yourself across your love; you feel the way a laugh rolls in his chest, contained, a smile bleeding out across his lips.

“Comfortable?” His voice is so quiet, so low. So achingly soft. 

You can’t help but smile back. “With you? Always.”

The second time it happens, you barely notice it at all.

Too caught up in everything else to really notice the way Taehyung’s arm has gone white, skin receding from his fingers and rolled back, from hand to wrist to elbow and up to his shoulder; too busy gasping for air, eyes blown wide and skin sweat-slick, Taehyung above you and around you and inside you, all heat and pleasure. Both hands pinned to the pillow beneath your head, his fingers entwined with yours as he rolls his hips, watches the way you arch your back and tilt your body towards him, needing more, more, more.

It never gets any less amazing, how easy it is to lose yourself in each other’s bodies. How love can be expressed through lust. How even as you’re losing yourself, you’re kept grounded by Taehyung’s presence—he knows you better than you know yourself, knows your body, knows how to touch you just so, how to throw you deep into the ocean of sensation and pleasure, kept tethered only by his skin against yours. It never fails to leave you breathless, speechless, the only words from your lips a lilting refrain of his name, stuttered and sobbed, a melody of choked whimpers and keens.

Once your body is spent, you’ve all but forgotten that moment where Taehyung’s arm had turned blindingly white—too distracted by the way your peak had been building, entire body clenching hard and tight before you’d tumbled over the edge just seconds after, cumming hard and wet around Taehyung’s unrelenting thrusts. You don’t think about it, how Taehyung’s android arm had been bare to your gaze, unimportant when the two of you had been intent on something else. When he reaches for you, pulls you close, both hands and arms look just as normal: all elegant lines and honeyed skin, reverent as he touches you, drags the pads of his fingers over the tremble of your thighs. There’s no naked metal and plastic. No stark whiteness set against your skin. Just Taehyung’s familiar hand smoothing up and over the curve of your hips.

“Angel.”

You lean towards the pet name, ease into the deep softness of Taehyung’s voice, as warm as the palm that traces across your waist. Too focused on his still-simmering gaze to think about anything else right now. There’ll be time for that later.

The third time it happens, you decide to ask what’s going on.

It’s been a long day, one that leaves an ache throbbing just behind your eyes, your entire body weighed down with it all. But Taehyung is kind and gentle, just like he always is, and it’s easy to unwind in the way he folds himself around you.

(You’re not sure you’ll ever get used to this. To the knowledge and comfort of someone’s love and support, no matter how exhausted you are, how burdened and tired. It’s not something you thought you’d ever find, and even though you have it now—have had it for long enough that you know it’s here to stay, that Taehyung is here to stay—sometimes it feels like a dream. A wild-winged flight of fancy that’s somehow touched ground in your life, become real, and is so much better than you ever could have thought.)

It’s just the two of you in the kitchen, in your own world of soft quiet as Taehyung makes you tea; something warm and soothing. You watch as he moves, meticulous and smooth, and you can’t help but smile and reach out, fingers brushing across his wrist. Wanting to feel, always.

He turns at the touch. Angles his body and his smile towards you, turns his hand palm-up so you can lock your fingers in place, every inch of you gone mellow, ochre yellow sunlight. Taehyung’s smile is subtle in his lips but obvious in his eyes—set deep in the dark of his gaze.

It’s easy, this time, to feel the way his skin subsides from his fingers. His hand is still warm (it always is) but it’s smooth and unyielding, now.

“Tae? How come your hand keeps doing this?”

A soft pause. Taehyung unravels the weave of your fingers so that you’re not holding hands any more but instead are mirroring each other, his palm and fingers against yours, held in the air in front of you. A mirror’s reflection in position.

“It’s how androids interface,” he says. “We can share information and memories like this.”

“Oh,” you murmur.

Now that you get a chance to look, really look, you notice the level of detail in Taehyung’s android body. The little dips of his joints, the darker lines that cross the unblemished white; the flush of blue across his knuckles, the soft glow of the thirium that powers him; his entire arm is alabaster apart from that blue glow at his knuckles and elbow, so pretty. Still beautiful, of course. Every part of him.

“I can’t help it.” Taehyung’s still smiling at you, at the way you’re staring at your hand against his, how they’re both similar and yet so different all at once.  “It’s an intimate thing, I think. Wanting to share with you and let you see everything. It happens without me even realising.”

You hesitate as a small breath catches in your throat. Then:

“Does it bother you? That you… can’t interface with me like this?”

Your voice comes out small. You know that Taehyung’s been concerned about his android nature, that the fact he’s a robot and not human might one day become something that bothers you. That you might find him lacking. You’ve felt the same, though, even if you might not have put a voice to it—that being human might become a barrier, that it means you might not be able to connect with him the way he wants. 

(That your two experiences in life and living are fundamentally too different and that it might all fall apart because of it.)

Taehyung’s smile doesn’t falter. “Does it bother you that I’m an android?”

“Of course not.” The answer is immediate and honest, even in the midst of your uncertainties. You’d love Taehyung whether he was an android or not—because he’s him.

“There’s your answer.” He’s looking at you with such an aching fondness, and his response is easy; relaxed. “Being an android or being a human doesn’t affect how I feel about you. I love you.”

He says this often. Reminds you daily of that unrelenting love for you. And no matter how many times you hear it, your heart swells—full to bursting with so many more emotions than you think you could ever put a name to, but with love the resounding echo throughout it all. 

He pulls his hand away from yours so that he can cup your cheek, and though the sensation of his android body against your bare skin is unfamiliar, the adoration behind the touch isn’t. Just because you interface differently doesn’t make it any less fulfilling, you think. Doesn’t make it any less real or amazing (because you are amazed, every day, that someone like Taehyung could ever love someone like you).

“I love you too.” 

The words don’t feel like enough to express every glittering facet of love you hold in your chest, but you hope that Taehyung feels it anyway. You hope that everything you do expresses that love, that it shines through, always. He deserves it. He deserves everything.

And when he smiles even wider at your words, uses the smooth hand against your cheek to tilt your head into a kiss—android or human or otherwise, you’ve never been happier.

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[dreamescapeswriting]

BTS Reaction || Finishing On You [M]

A/N: THIS IS SMUT! PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE!!!

Seokjin:

Jin had you bent over a desk in one of the empty studios in the BigHit building, you'd gone to the building to see him and as soon as he saw you walking through the door he knew what was on your mind. You were wearing his favourite dress and makeup so he took you right to an empty studio and began to fuck you against the door moving you because he heard someone in the hallway.

"Fuck Jin, I can't-" He slapped his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet and you whined as he continued to thrust into you not caring that someone could walk in at any moment,

"You'd better be quiet or everyone's going to know what a naughty little slut you are." He whispered in your ear, pulling out of you and turning you around. He lifted you up into his arms and pushed you against the wall,

"Do you want that? Is that why you came here in this?" He asked as he thrust up into you, the new angle making your head spin, you tried to reach out for something to grip onto but there was nothing there for you.

"Answer me," He growled lowly and you nodded dramatically,

"Yes, Yes. I don't care if someone sees us Jin, I've needed you all morning." You cried out and he smirked at you, he was happy that he could make you like this and he smirked as he saw shadows passing the glass door.

"Anyone could see you like this baby," He whispered and you shook your head truly not caring, he'd already made you cum twice and you were close to your third,

"J-Jin I'm close." Your hands rushed to his hair for something to grip onto, he groaned out loud as you tugged on his hair and you continued to clench around him your legs pulling him closer to you as he thrust roughly up into you.

"Cum for me then baby, you know you can cum when you need to." You whined out and rolled your head back against the wall as the knot in your stomach finally snapped and you clenched around him as he continued to thrust up into you, almost close to his release.

"Knees." He whispered as he pulled out of you watching as you dropped onto the floor in front of him and stuck out your tongue, you knew what he wanted.

"Such a good girl." He groaned as you stared up at him, he continued to jerk himself before he shot his load out onto your face, streams of it hitting your face and some hitting your tongue, you closed your eyes as some got into your eyes and he groaned out your name as you licked your lips.

"Fuck baby." He groaned out reaching for a box of tissues and helping you clean yourself up.

Yoongi:

You should have expected it really, you'd been mouthy all night with Yoongi and he finally snapped as he walked you through the door of your shared apartment he pushed you down onto the floor in front of the door.

"Not even in the bedroom?" You questioned but he stayed silent slamming the front door and unbuckling his pants and pushing them down,

"I thought you knew how to treat a lady-" He gripped your chin roughly and forced you to look up at him,

"I'm so sick of your voice. Why don't you come over here and put your mouth to better use hmm?" You nodded and he let go of your chin watching as you crawled towards him and took him into your hand. You held eye contact with him as you slowly began to pump him earning a growl from him,

"No teasing bitch, take it." You giggled at him and licked his tip, slowly taking him into your mouth and pumped what you couldn't fit, he loved being inside of your mouth.

"Fuck, so warm and wet." He groaned out, his hands going into your hair and forcing your face down to his groin, rolling his head back against the front door and calling out your hand. You continued to work your magic on him, you knew exactly how to get him off and he loved it, you gagged around him but it didn't stop you. You let out a moan and he twitched inside your mouth,

"I-I won't-" You knew he wouldn't last long, he'd been avoiding sex all week because you were trying something new together but tonight he'd had enough of you being mouthy. You stared up at him hungry to swallow him but as he felt himself getting closer he pulled out of your mouth and pushed your low cut top down spilling his load onto your chest instead of in your mouth where you wanted it, you whined as you looked up at him. Your bottom lip was poking out and he chuckled deeply at you,

"You like it too much, how else will you learn your lesson." He smirked at you.

(if you think im going back to any other yoongi gif YOU ARE WRONG)

Hoseok:

You'd done nothing but send Hoseok photos of you in one of his shirts all day and now he was making his way home and he wasn't happy with you, he'd had to go through an entire meeting with a hard-on thanks to you. It started innocently with a photo of you sitting in his shirt, then you slowly started to show him that there was nothing underneath the shirt.

"When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me." As soon as he said that to you you stripped from the shirt and waited on the bed, you didn't dare disobey him when he was in this mood. You knew he'd been horny all morning, you'd teased him before he left and then all day at work so there was no disobeying him. As soon as he walked through the bedroom door he wasted no time in prepping you, you were already dripping from his words and if you got your mouth around him he would have cum right away.

"You're such a little slut for me aren't you?" He asked as his hips slapped against yours as he ruthlessly fucked you, he pulled your hair into makeshift a ponytail and arched your back,

"I can feel you clenching on my cock, fuck." You moaned out as he continued to roughly pound into you sending shivers down your back,

"Teasing me like that all day?! You have no idea how long I've wanted to fuck you!" He pushed your head down into the mattress and you stared back at him giggling as he fucked you, he groaned out your name as you stared up at him with the usual fucked out look at you have him.

"You're close aren't you? I can feel you clenching every time I hit your sweet spot." He chuckled darkly as he bent down to reach deeper inside of you, it felt as though you were floating with each thrust he hit you with.

"H-Hobi I-I-" He nodded at you and reached down to touch your hands that were out in front of you, he linked your hands together while he kept his other hand on your waist so he could hold you in place while he fucked you.

"Cum for me baby, cum around me." You moaned out into the pillow, biting down onto it while you came around his cock clenching as he continued to thrust through your orgasm, you screamed his name into the pillow not wanting the neighbours to complain. You squeezed his hands tightly as you came.

"Shit Hobi," You moaned out, as soon as you were done he pulled out of you and pumped himself, tapping his cock on your ass as he came onto your cheeks and up your back. You giggled as you felt the warm spurts hit you, he rushed off to get you a washcloth to clean you up with.

Namjoon:

Namjoon pushed himself further into you holding himself in place as he felt you clenching around you,

"You think that was funny do you?" He growled in your ear as he pulled back his hand and slapped you again, this time gripping the skin and smirking as you cried out his name loudly he didn't care if the neighbours heard you,

"It was kind of funny." He gritted his teeth together and pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail so he could arch your back and whisper in your ear,

"Maybe if I punish you it'll help you remember who you belong to next time." You giggled at him and he pulled out only to roughly thrust back in again and hold himself in place, it was torture to him, but he'd been roughly fucking you against the bed since you got home from the club already,

"You think you can be a slut all night and get away with it." Another slap across your ass followed by him rubbing it.

"You're being a needy little slut aren't you?" You said nothing, you just wiggled your ass to gain a little friction between you both and he groaned out at the sudden movement.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight." He ground himself against your ass and you could feel him pressing right where you needed him, that same spot that made your head spin,

"J-Joonie."

"You're lucky I'm not in the mood to punish you tonight." He grunted as he continued to roughly thrust into you,

"You feel that princess?" He held your hair in a closed fist and groaned as you clenched around him. Your legs were shaking a little as he slowly pulled out only to roughly thrust back into you again,

"Fuck, Namjoon right there." You begged unsure if he would continue but needing it nonetheless, he grunted as you cried out his name. You felt him twitch inside of you and you knew he wasn't going to last much longer so you smirked to yourself, using one of your hands to reach down and slowly started to rub your clit to bring yourself closer. He caught what you were doing and slapped your ass.

"Don't even think about it, you know you don't need that." He groaned out as you pulled your hand away and moaned out his name again.

"You're already close aren't you?" He moaned out as you continued to grip him bringing him closer to his orgasm.

"Look at you, you're gripping around me already aren't you princess. Do you wanna cum?" You nodded and he smirked at you,

"I w-want your cum." You moaned out knowing that him filling you up would put you over the edge and he smirked knowing exactly how to punish you now.

"You want me to fill you, baby?" You nodded desperately as the knot in your stomach tightened.

"Yes, Joonie, Yes." You gripped onto the headboard and it began to bang against the wall loudly.

"Only good girls get filled up." You whined as he continued to thrust, he bit down on his lip so he would hold back his own release.

"Cum all over my cock." He ordered and you pouted shaking your head,

"N-No, I want your cum." He grunted as he continued to roughly pound into you,

"If You don't cum I'll pull out and finish myself off." You knew he would so you looked back at him over your shoulder, moaning his name as he held eye contact with you.

"Look at me while you cum baby girl," He held your chin in his hand as he thrust into you at a fast pace but each time he entered you it was just as rough as the last one,

"Oh, fuck- J-Joonie I'm cumming," You came around him and he instantly pulled out of you know he wouldn't be able to continue fucking you through your high, you moaned out as you felt the hot streams of cum hitting your ass and you looked back at him watching as he jerked himself off.

Jimin:

Jimin was mad at you, you'd gone to see him in the studio in nothing but a skin-tight dress, no underwear and you kept crossing and uncrossing your legs for him to see. As soon as everyone was out of the dance studio he pushed you against the mirror pulling down the top half of your dress so you were exposed and lifting the rest so your core was exposed to him.

"I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me." And it had started that way but now your leg was balancing on the bar that lined the mirror and he was roughly speeding in and out of your giving your body no time to adjust to the deep angle and his size,

"Jimin please." You pleaded, looking at him in the mirror but he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at yourself in the mirror.

"I want you to look at yourself while you cum." He ordered letting go of your jaw so he could hold onto your hips as he thrust, you felt the band in your stomach tightening. You could see everything in the mirror, the way Jimin bit his lip whenever you clenched and the way he looked when he looked at you from behind.

"You wanna cum baby? Huh?" You nodded desperately and he moaned out your name,

"Please." He nodded at you looking at you in the mirror, he wanted to see you while you came undone.

"Cum for me then baby, cum." He growled thrusting into you, that was all you needed to hear he continued to thrust and you felt yourself getting closer.

"Come on baby girl, you never know who might walk-in...Do you want that? You want someone to walk in on me fucking that pretty little cunt?" The bang in your stomach snapped and you came around him moaning out his name as he continued to fuck into you.

"Shit, Jimin." Your legs were shaking but he held them in place wanting to feel you clench around him.

"On your knees." He ordered, you dropped down onto the floor and stared up at him as he continued to pump himself, you stuck out your tongue and he chuckled at you.

"No, no princess." He chuckled tapping his cock on your tits, you giggled and pushed them up for them still holding out your tongue in case any splashed up. He got the look in his eyes and his hand stopped as he began to cum, shooting onto your tits making you giggle,

"Jimin- Oh my fucking god!" Jin screamed as he walked into the room seeing you on the floor covered in Jimin's cum. The door slammed shut making you and Jimin stare at each other.

"Shit." You said in unison knowing there was going to be a family meeting about it later.

Taehyung:

Tae wanted to take you right on the floor as soon as you began teasing him but he was on Vlive. You were laying on the bed behind the camera rubbing your clit and smirking at him as he watched you touching yourself. He was hard through the entire live but he promised  Army he would spend time with them. As soon as the camera was off he came over to you,

"Over the bed." He ordered but you stayed in place rolling your eyes back as you were getting closer to your release,

"T-Tae I'm gonna-" He pulled your hand away from your body and pulled you up,

"Did I stutter? Do as you're told." You span around and bent over the bed, he slapped your ass and then buried himself deep inside of you, he wasted no time as he was ready to cum just from watching you.

"Fuck, look at you. What if the camera had fallen and caught you?" He asked as he thrust into you, holding the bottom of your back down onto the mattress.

"Would you like that? Everyone seeing how much of a slut you are?!" You whimpered as he continued to talk to you like that while thrusting into you,

"Tae!" You screamed as he hit your g-spot each time, the angle you were laid at letting you feel every vein and curvature.

"Fuck you're lucky I'm close tonight, or you wouldn't walk for a week." He grunted slapping you across the ass, he pulled out of you and forced you onto your back.

"I wanna look at you while you cum around me." He pushed your knees up to your chest and you held them in place,

"Cum, cum right now." You whimpered again and he began rubbing your clit while thrusting into you, your back arched and your legs fell down as you came around him clenching him and bringing him close to his own release, as soon as you rode out your high he pulled out of you and ran his tip along your folds grunting out your name.

"Shit," He grunted cumming onto your clit and the bottom of your stomach, you giggled at him reaching down and getting some of his cum on your finger lifting it up to your mouth and licking it clean

Jungkook:

You were woken up to Jungkook pressed into you, he'd woken you up by fucking you against the mattress,

"Kookie, please." You whined as he kept bringing you to the edge only to let you stop and calm down for a couple of seconds before only to thrust back into you.

"What's the matter baby, I thought you liked teasing?" He was referring to the night before when you'd been grinding against him on the dance floor and then going to flirt with Jimin. You were dating in secret so you could do whatever you wanted outside of the home without Jungkook doing anything.

"Fuck, you loved it didn't you?" He asked as he pounded into you, lifting one leg up over his shoulder pounding into you, your hands were gripping onto the headboard to try and stop it from hitting the wall. The boys were all in the dorm,

"J-Jungkook-ah." You cried out but his hand covered your mouth as he thrust into you,

"Fuck, look at you!" Your eyes rolled back as you came around him not wanting to wait for permission, you were too over the edge to care and you were letting tears rush down your face as you finally got to your high you'd been chasing all morning. Your hands left the headboard as you gripped onto his bicep.

"Shit baby, open your mouth." You nodded and shuffled down the bed opening your mouth, he pumped himself as he looked down at you smirking as you sucked on his balls waiting for him to cum.

"Y/n, f-f-fuck. Wait-" You continued even though he didn't want to finish yet but you wanted him, you stuck out your tongue as he pumped his load onto your face hitting you in the eyes but you didn't care, you swallowed what he'd got into your mouth and smiled.

"Will you keep it down next time?!" You heard Namjoon scream while banging on the wall closest to the bed, you groaned laying your head back against the pillow while Jungkook went to get something to clean your face with.

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[jungshookz]

Winemaker!Hobi!!!! y/n is wine tasting with her friend (idk why people go wine tasting but I'm sure it's for parties or something) and she forgets you aren't actually supposed to SwaLLow the wine and gets a little tipsy and she embarrasses herself, and her friend, but Hobi is like uwu she cute

➺ pairing; jung hoseok x reader

➺ genre; sommelier!hoseok, mostly comedy because y/n’s kind of a dummy 

➺ wordcount: 3.6k

➺ what to expect; “the choice to spit or swallow is entirely up to you.”

➺ note; after one million years i have returned with a hobi drabble!! i thought this request was sO good and also everyone look how handsome sommelier!hoseok is :’)) i hate wine but i would chug ten bottles just to sit around and listen to him explain to me how white wines go with creamy foods and red wines go with spicy foods :’)) okay happy reading clink clink!! (gif source unknown but i found it off here!!)

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sometimes the fact that you’re friends with kim taehyung genuinely confuses you

not just because you’re complete opposites in terms of literally everything but also because-

well… that’s pretty much it.

the two of you are like... a peanut butter and pickle sandwich!

when you first look at it you might think that combination is a little funky anD could possibly lead to destroying a toilet BUT when you actually give it a try you realise it’s actually pretty great!

…you get the point

so when taehyung told you that he wanted to spend his birthday at a wine tasting event, you really weren’t that surprised because of couRse he wants to spend his birthday drinking wine and socialising with other wine snobs instead of doing something actually fun like… literally anything else in the entire world

you’ve always prided yourself on being a good friend so if wine tasting was what taehyung wanted, then wine tasting was what he’d get!

but, uh

to be perfectly honest

you’re not really a wine person

you’re more of a margarita person

you just don’t see the appeal of drinking fermented grapes!!!!

why drink bitter grape juice when you can drink sugary lime goodness??

why drink something that’s been ageing in a barrel for like fifteen years when you can drink something that nevER ages due to the insane amount of additives in the premix formulas??

“wowiE, check out that spread!” you look over at the round table in the centre of the room as you and tae trickle in with the rest of the participants of the event “is that fondue?? holy shit.”

“hopefully you don’t burn the roof of your mouth again.” taehyung snorts before the smile falters on his face, “…maybe you should stay away from the fondue altogether.”

the two of you take your seats (there are fancy name cards for everyone!!) and you smooth your skirt out before smiling politely at a couple of the other people at the table

so far, the rest of the people here are… to put it as nicely as possible… more mature than you thought they’d be

but then again this is a wine-tasting seminar so it would be a huge surprise to see other twenty-something year olds hanging out here

you feel out of place but taehyung is just soaking it all up

he’s happily chatting away with the older gentleman seated next to him

sometimes you tell taehyung that you feel like he’s a fifty-five year old man trapped in the body of a twenty-four year old

and he never fights back because he knows it’s true

you let out a breath as you take a look around the room

god

you’re going to be stuck here for a good two hours drinking wine

maybe you can sneak away to the hotel bar or something

taehyung probably wouldn’t notice, right?

but would that make you a bad friend?? abandoning him here when you said this was a thing you were going to do with him??

“you know, i see myself as a wine enthusiast. the more i drink, the more enthusiastic i become!” taehyung laughs heartily and the other couples join him

christ almighty  

you’re tempted to ask him which wine-mom facebook page it was that he stole that joke from

“does anyone have the time? i think it might be wine o’ clock soon…”

you let out a quiet groan as you feel your soul literally float out of your body

okay well

that’s your cue

you are ouTTa here

just as you’re about to get up off your chair, you hear the door slam shut and-

“good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen! welcome to today’s wine-tasting event. my name is hoseok, and i’m going to be your host…”

you shift in your seat as you follow the host with your eyes

you feel your heart skip a beat when he spins around to face the table

oh

he’s handsome  

like vERY handsome

perfectly tousled dark brown hair

bright twinkly eyes

his nose is literally perfect!!! perfectly slanted and perfectly pointed!!!

and his smile!!!!! it’s shaped like a heart!!!!! how precious!!!!

the thin gold chain hanging around his neck winks at you under the lights and you swallow thickly

it seems as though you’ve found a reason to stay at this event

as hoseok begins to explain how the structure of the event is going to pan out, you find yourself paying extra attention to the way his lips curve around certain words

“as you’ve probably already noticed, there’s an abundance of different dishes in front of you that’ll go great with some of the wine you’ll be tasting today… over here, a roasted fruit and cheese platter… a smoky three cheese fondue with some freshly baked french baguette slices on the side… popcorn with sesame glazed pistachios…” he slowly makes his way around the table as he introduces each of the dishes and you feel your heart drumming away as he gets closer and closer to you, “dark chocolate sea salt cashews… baked brie with figs and walnuts…”  

and you think it might be a nervous habit or something but whenever he pauses his tongue pokes out quickly to lick over his bottom lip

whatever it is it’s cuTE

as he passes you and tae you catch a whiff of his cologne and for some reason you instinctively cross your legs

and when hoseok looks directly at you your thighs automatically squeeze together and-

oh god

okAY you need to relax

why don’t you just stare at the fondue or something??

ya

you’ll do that

you immediately look down at the three cheese fondue and you begin counting how many chunks of baguettes there are on the plate sitting next to it to keep you distracted

it’s a shame you’re staring down this fondue instead of paying attention to hoseok because you don’t notice the way his eyes scan over you before he’s quickly looking over at someone else

“i believe it’s essential to expectorate when you’re tasting a wide variety of wines, but i’m well aware that some people might not be comfortable with spitting into cups and pouring that into a dump bucket, so-“ you look back up at hoseok after you finish counting the baguette chunks (you counted twenty six but some are hidden under others) “the choice to spit or swallow is entirely up to you.”

you immediately choke (on nothing??? apparently??? goD you’re lame) and reach over to grab your glass of water to keep yourself from bursting into giggles

tae gives you a couple pats on the back before rolling his eyes playfully

you find toilet humour pretty funny so he’s not surprised that you chokEd over the spitting or swallowing thing

the corner of hoseok’s mouth twitches in a smirk when he hears you whisper: “in my humble opinion, spitters are quitters-“ to your friend before you’re pressing your lips together and holding back a grin

he looks at your name tag quickly

y/n y/l/n

how cute

“so you’re going to want to hold the glass up and examine the wine against the light,” hoseok explains, “what you’re looking for are colour and clarity.”

you let out a little sigh as you prop your cheek up on your fist while the other hand holds up your glass on wine

you look down at the information sheet on the table

it’s basically just a list of the wines that you’re trying today and you’re still on number one

it’s been like fifteen minutes!!!  

there are seven wines you have to go through!!!

this hoseok guy is hot but gee whiZ he really takes his time with things

you could probably explain the wine better and faster than him!!

the colour of the wine is red!

…and you don’t know what clarity means so you’re just going to say that the clarity of the wine is also red!

“now stick your nose into the glass and give that a good whiff. what do you smell?” hoseok pauses as he looks around the table

“i’m getting notes of… i’m thinking strawberry…?”

“yes, so am i!”

“is it strawberry or cherry? i feel like it’s easy to mix those two up.”

“there’s something nutty… i’m picking up something nutty but i’m not quite sure…”

“it smells like wine to me.” you blurt out and tae elbows you when you get a couple irritated glances from your fellow wine buddies

what???

were you wronG??

you lean over to get closer to tae, “when are we drinking??” you whisper as hoseok continues to babble on about the different notes that you should be picking up on

“hush.” tae scowls before nudging you back

goD

this is torture!!!

“go ahead and give that a taste.”

aH

there we go

you tilt your head back as you down the wine in one go

down the ol’ hatchet!

also

another reason as to why you’d be a much better sommelier than hoseok: his serving sizes are tiny!!!! how are you supposed to properly taste and appreciate the wine when he gave each of you like a tiny baby shot of it??

“now, this wine pairs particularly well with the dark chocolate sea salt cashews, so feel free to try that combination.”

you perk up at the mention of eating

noW we’re talking

>:)

so

since the two of you are here for him, taehyung didn’t think that he’d have to worry too much about you

because today is his day! he should be able to enjoy his fancy wine tasting event! he wants to chat about how the creamy brie cheese compliments this rich white wine! he wants to learn about how different types of glasses can change the way you taste a certain type of wine!!

but NO

he doesn’t check up on you for good half an hour and thIS is what he gets

you’re wasted

zooted!!!

completely gone!!!!

you’re slumping back against your chair with a dopey little smile on your face while trying to balance a little chunk of camembert cheese on the tip of your pointer finger

“y/n, you weren’t- you weren’t supposed to drink all of the wine, you blockhead-“ taehyung whispers as he plucks the cheese off your finger before using his napkin to wipe your hands clean

“well, i believe in noT being wasteful, sooOo i think you might be in the wrong here, mr. look-at-all-the-wine-left-in-my-glasses-“

“alright, so this next one is a merlot,” hoseok explains as he makes his way around the table to fill everyone’s glasses up, “in terms of flavour, it’s definitely more fruit-driven and has a more cherry-like aftertaste. it has a smoother finish compared to the cabernet sauvignon that we tried earlier…”

taehyung whacks the side of your leg when hoseok gets closer to the two of and you immediately straighten up in your seat

“wine me up, monsieur.” you hold your glass up for hoseok and offer him a bright smile

he chuckles and plucks the glass from your hand before setting it back down on the table

taehyung gives you a warning look before reaching up slowly and gesturing to keep your lips zipped

you raise your hands in defence before zipping your lips and throwing the key away anD blinking hard (it was supposed to be a wink)

taehyung raises a brow

you can’t zip your lips anD lock your lips that doesn’t make any sen-

you know what

it’s fine

as long as you don’t say anything else for the remainder of this session it’ll be fine

“everyone has a little in their glass? good. go ahead and give that a taste.” hoseok clears his throat before turning to put the bottle down

you take a small sip of it before tilting your head back and-

gurlrulrulrurlurlurrgurlugr-

“what the hell are you doing?!” tae hisses as he gives your arm a hard pinch

you choke and give your chest a couple hard pats before grimacing

“god, that did noT go down smoothly.” you whisper loudly and shake your head, “i’m giving that one a sssaaad face.” you slur as you doodle a little frowny face next to the name

taehyung’s eyes widen as he looks at what you did to your information sheet

where did you even find a pen????

‘not good very bitter if ass was a flavour then this would be ass juice’

‘supposed to be complimentary with aged cheddar but i think it would go better with a kraft single’

and then in thiS corner there are several attempts of you trying to spell sauvignon blanc and they’re all scribbled out

‘sawvinion bank. solveingrown blank. sawnananananananananananananananana batman!!!!’

oh dear god

you slap tae’s hand away before scribbling something new down

‘tasted better after gargling.’

oh dear GOD

“everything alright over there?” hoseok chirps and taehyung gives him a sheepish smile before nodding quickly

“all good! sorry, we’re all good.”

“alright, does anyone have any questions for me before we move on to-”

“oOh, i have a question!! i have one, i have one, pick me-“ you wiggle your arm around and hoseok nods in your direction

“yes, y/n?”

“i think, i think that we should order, um, we should, we should order a pizza. because these water crackers or whatever you call them are nOT doing it for me, like, look at this-“ you pick one up before popping it into your mouth and chewing obnoxiously, “fho dhry. fho DRY-” you let your jaw drop and taehyung suppresses a groan of mortification when what looks like straight up saND falls out of your mouth and sprinkles right into your wine glass

“oh, god. please stop, please stop-“ taehyung winces and quickly reaches over to snap your mouth shut

you slap tae’s hand away before swallowing your bite

“so, thoughts on this pissszzzaa?” you slur as you reach for another water cracker (tae moves the plate away before you get a chance to grab one) “is pepperoni okay with everyone? yes? yes? good? nice? yum? hm?” you look around the table while nodding enthusiastically, “barbara, my love, i noticed your earrings are from chanel which can only mean you’re loaded so because of tHAT i think you should be the one to pay for this extra large, cheese-stuffed crust pepperoni-

“okay! i think you need a time out-“ taehyung chuckles and gets up before grabbing you by the arm and yanking you up off your chair

“time out??” you gawk as you stumble over your feet, “i’m not three years old, taehyung, i- oOh, barbara, dahling, if we order within the next five minutes, we can get two cans of coke on the HOUSE-!“

sLam

“-you’re going to sit here and do nothing, got it?” taehyung scolds as he helps you get settled on the ground next to the door of the room

“i gotta say, i think all this wine is making you a little catty-“ you purr before playfully batting at taehyung’s face

luckily he moves before you get the chance to scratch his cheek

tae pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration and shakes his head, “y/n, you know you’re one of my best friends and that i care a lot about you, and i appreciate you being here with me but- today was supposed to be my day! my day! so can you please just sit here and behave? please?”

even in your drunken haze you can see that taehyung is upset with you and that’s enough to sober you up a little bit

you didn’t mean to upset him :-(

you were just trying to do this wine tasting thing right!!!!! and you weRe technically tasting the wine.,. just maybe a little too much of it.,,.

you nod slowly and reach up to zip your mouth shut

“good. the water dispenser is right there, so stay hydrated.” he gets up off the ground and dusts his knees off, “and we can order a pizza after this is over, okay?”

you nod again and offer him a meek little smile

you spend the next twenty minutes staring at the wall in silence

occasionally you looked around to see if anything besides nothING was happening

you did get up once to get yourself a little paper cone of water

and then you put the cone on the top of your head like a little party hat

but theN you realised that putting a white paper cone on top of your head was just you giving yourself a dunce cap which… was actually pretty fitting in this situation  

at the twenty-eight minute mark the door opens quietly and you immediately perk up because you automatically assume it’s tae  

“it’s y/n, right?”

“oh, uh-“ your eyes widen as hoseok slides down the wall to plop himself down right next to you “yes? yeah. i’m- yes, i’m y/n.”

“i noticed you were a fan of the dark chocolate covered cashews, so-“ he holds out a little napkin filled with the cashews before handing it over to you, “everyone in there is currently mingling with each other, so i figured i’d come out here and keep you company.”

you blink owlishly

he’s being pretty friendly considering the fact that the two of you are complete strangers

almost too friendly

…you like that :-)

because you totally like being overly-friendly with strangers too!!!!

in fact, that’s how you and tae became friends!!

but enough about tae because heLLo attractive young man sitting right next to you-

“ah, well, i’ve been staring at that patchy blotch of paint on the wall for-“ you pause to check the time on your phone, “coming up to be twenty-five minutes now, so you’re not missing out on that much.” you murmur as you unwrap the napkin and pick up a cashew before popping it into your mouth

“i, um, actually…” hoseok trails off before laughing lightly, “i wanted to come out here to talk to you about earlier-“

“oh, god. you don’t have to say anything, i know i was acting insane-“ you shake your head before snorting, “trust me, you won’T be seeing me again after the event ends-“

“but i do want to see you again.”

you freeze for a second before turning to look at him

you wait for another second to go by juSt to make sure he’s not playing around with you

“…say that again?”

“i mean… i thought you were hilarious!” he grins, “i know the alcohol was definitely a contributing factor, but i took a glance at your information sheet and-“ he pauses to pull the folded up piece of paper out of his shirt pocket, “-i don’t think i’ve ever heard anyone describe the aftertaste of a sémillon like: ‘you know lemon-scented febreze? now imagine what it’d taste like if you mixed sprayed lemon-scented febreze into a glass of bleach, because that’s what this tastes like’.” hoseok looks over at you with wide eyes, “you made this wine-tasting session way more fun than i thought it was going to be!!”

huh!

what a pleasant surprise!!!

cute boy thinks you’re funny!!!!!!

“i’m glad to hear that me humiliating myself was entertaining for you!” you joke before rolling your eyes playfully,“the only reason why i’m here is because my friend is a self-proclaimed wine snob.”

“oh, please. everyone here is a self-proclaimed wine snob.” hoseok rolls his eyes playfully, “no offence to your friend, of course.”

“oh, no. all the offence, please.” you snort and pick up another cashew, “he kicked me out to punish me but i didn’t even wanna be in there in the first place so this is actually super great.”

“ooh, i think i just felt my heart split in half…” hoseok winces dramatically as he presses a hand to his chest

you can’t help but giggle before you look away nervously

now that you’re not drunk off your ass, you feel the butterflies returning to your tummy

you barely know this guy but you’re pretty sure you’re already 500% in love with him

…what wine is he going to pick out at your guys’ wedding?

oOp

okay time to reel it in a little

“-i know this might seem a little out of the blue, but… would you wanna go out for drinks sometime… with- with me…?” hoseok clears his throat

wait what

you look back at hoseok so quickly that your head probably could’ve popped off your neck

he glances away before letting out a nervous chuckle, “i just… yeah, can i take you out?”

your eyes widen slightly

oh!!

you certainly weren’t expecting for him to ask you out but you’re definitely not complaining

“feel free to say no, i just- ah, i don’t know, i don’t usually get a lot of people my age coming to these things, and i feel like you-“

“i’d love to go out for drinks sometime… definitely with you.“ you tease as you nudge his arm gently

hoseok’s cheeks flush before he beams at you

“great! i know a place that makes really good cocktails- say, do you like margaritas?”

your lips part in a gawk

“do i like- do you wanna get married??” you scoff as you sit up straight, “i love margaritas!”

“great! i promise i won’t make you drink anything that tastes like-“ hoseok pauses to look at your sheet again, “‘mouldy grapes after they’ve been trampled on by someone with athlete’s foot’…?”

you flash him a sheepish smile

yeah

you don’t think you’re ever going to be a wine person. 

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

requested drabbles masterlist

[armywriter2605]

BTS Reaction - Walking in on you singing/rapping along to one of their songs

Genre: fluff; slight angst; mentions of 18+ scenes

Warnings: None? It’s a wholesome post 

Words: 3.2k

Masterlist

So while I wrote this, my draft was not saved 4 times even though I clicked on the damn button. You can imagine my frustration after the second time. I almost gave up on writing this, big oof. 

I hope you enjoy it, though!!

GIFs NOT MINE  

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon had just come home from another long day full of recordings and practices. He wasn't sure if he was to find you home since he usually finished his day later, but he was pleased to see your shoes by the entrance, signifying you were in the house.

"Y/N? I'm home!"

On a normal day, once he said this, you would be running into his arms, kissing him and asking him about his day yet today you were nowhere to be found. Namjoon didn't like this. He enjoyed being greeted by you every night.

"Y/N?"

Namjoon started looking for you in the kitchen, where maybe you were cooking. Then proceeded to the bedroom, bathroom and living room. You were in none of those rooms. That was until the talk he had with you last night came to him. You had asked him if you could use the PC in his studio to finish some work and he, of course, said yes. He told you everything in this house was equally his as yours. He wasn’t expecting you to actually use the PC since you had always been very cautious of using things that weren't yours. There had been a lot of times when you had asked him to use something, but you never did since you were afraid that your clumsiness would try to screw something up.

It wasn't until he was peeking through the door inside the studio that he found you with his headphones on rapping perfectly the lyrics of his song; Do You.

The song was loud and you clearly hadn't noticed him standing against the wall, staring at you. Namjoon felt like he was falling in love with you for the first time all over again. The way your head nodded at the sound of the beat while you drummed your fingers against the table following the sound of his voice. The biggest smile curled his lips.

He felt so proud of you and questioned himself how he got to have such beautiful, kind and talented girlfriend.

“God, you’re so beautiful...”

Kim Seokjin

You and Jin had planned to go out for dinner with the rest of the boys just like you usually did when they came back from a tour, although since some of the boys were called in by the agency, all of you decided to have dinner in their dorm when the others came back. It was currently 1PM and you were taking a shower, getting ready for the dinner. Jin was supposed to pick you up at 3PM so you both could have a small date before you headed to the dorm. Just like always, you decided to put music on while you showered. This time you were in the mood to listen to your boyfriend’s beautiful voice and ruin the song while you sang alone. You just simply loved his voice in all of his songs. 

On the other hand, Jin got ready too early and decided to head over to your  apartment. He had the keys so he just casually let himself in. He was heading to your bedroom, yet stopped by the door once he heard a melody way too familiar. ‘Epiphany’ was playing. 

“Wha..” 

Jin was confused at first, but when he heard you screaming out ‘I’M THE ONE I SHOULD LOVE’ he burst out laughing, feeling the tears of joy come to his eyes. He loved how enthusiastically you were singing his song. It completely warmed his heart. 

“She’s so cute, what to do?”

Out of respect and not to scare the life out of you, Jin decided to let you get ready and wait for you in the living room. Once you were ready and saw him sitting on your couch waiting for him, you smiled. 

“Oppa~ You’re already here?”

“Of course. You look beautiful as ever. Oh and jagiya, I love how passionate you sang Epiphany. Definitely a 10 out of 10.”

Min Yoongi

It was late and you were waiting for your boyfriend to come back home. He usually stayed the entire day in his studio producing and composing songs, and only came back late at night. You didn't mind, that was his job and he loved it so you were to accept it. You knew what you got yourself into the first time he informed you of what he did. It had become a routine for you to wait for him to come home so both of you could sleep in the embrace of each other. You loved it and so did he.

Yoongi had informed that today he would come home slightly later than usual. You weren't sure what slightly later meant, but you had promised yourself you would stay up. You eventually started finding out that slightly later could mean a couple of hours since an hour had already passed from the normal time he usually got home. Even though you understood how passionate he was, you still got a bit sad when he wasn’t there to help you sleep. You were exhausted today, but you were just as stubborn as your boyfriend. You were going to stay up and wait for him. 

Another 30 minutes passed by and your eyes were starting to give up on you. Your own body was telling you that it was time to give it up. Not wanting to give it up just yet, you decided to grab your phone and go on Spotify.  

You found a playlist Yoongi had made for you and scrolled down. You always added their songs to the playlist and right now, all you wanted, was to listen to your boyfriends voice. You decided to put ‘Shadow’ on. You loved all the raw emotions that came through that song. That was the man you fell in love with. The one who was straightforward, direct and raw with his emotions. The song began as you rested your head on the pillow and closed you eyes, quietly singing and rapping along as a small smile curled your lips.

Yoongi was extremely exhausted when opened the door to the apartment. He had been working hard on BTS’ upcoming album, and it was draining all his energies. All he wanted now was to lay down and rest with you in his arms. 

“Y/N?” He asked quietly as he opened the door to your bedroom. 

With your eyes closed and your phone close to your ears, you didn’t notice Yoongi walking into the bedroom. 

“나의 도약은 추락이 될 수 있단 걸 이제야 알겠어 때론 도망이 차선이란 걸 pause”

It was your third time listening to the song on repeat, yet you never got tired of it. It was a work of art.

Yoongi on the other hand was had a tired smile on his face as he listened to you rap to his song. You were able to capture his heart every single day through a new way. 

“You’re so cute, you know that?” 

 With the sound of your boyfriend’s voice saying something that you were sure wasn’t part of the song, you opened your eyes. 

“Yoonie...”

“Shh. I’m here now. Close your eyes, princess.”

You smiled and nodded your head as you turn the music off, putting your phone on the nightstand. Yoongi was taking all his clothes off besides his underwear and after so, he laid down and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you closer to him and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“I have the day off tomorrow. Let’s enjoy it. Maybe I can listen to you rap a bit more to my songs.” 

You nodded and laid your head on his chest.

“Love you, Y/N. So much.

“I love you too, Yoonie. Goodnight.”

“Night baby.”

Jung Hoseok

The few that knew you would say you and Hoseok were equals. Both you and him were loud, full of energy and simple balls of sunshine. All of the members had admitted how much alike you two were and how cute it was. But the members weren’t the only ones loving it. You and Hoseok had made your relationship public for almost a year ago despite dating for almost 5. At first a couple of fans didn’t like it all, believing you weren’t right for him yet after countless V-lives and small videos of you and him interacting together, fans soon realized you were more alike their idol than what they thought. Now you had your own nickname inside the fandom and many were for your relationship and understood how happy you two were. 

It was just another normal day for you as you waited for Hoseok to come back home. He informed he was done earlier and later you and him could go out and have some fun out. You were excited and had dolled yourself up. You had made dinner for both of you, wanting to show your gratitude for how hard he worked for both of you while you stayed home and studied your ass off. 

It wasn’t long until you grabbed your phone and connected it to the speakers in the living room. You were so excited that you decided to play ‘Hope World’. You were so caught up on screaming the lyrics that you didn’t hear the front door opening or your boyfriend dancing through the hallway only to find you in the middle of the living room using your phone as a microphone while you sang along to his voice. His eyes lit up and a huge smile curled his lips. He could even cry at the moment as you screamed the lyrics to ‘Base Line’. He knew you were the one, but to see you with so much energy as you laughed and sang warmed his heart. He loved it.

“Baby. Baby! BABY!!” 

Only then did you hear the voice that belonged to the man you loved so much. You turn around and smiled before turning off the music. 

“Hoseok!!”

“Y/N!!”

“AAAHHH!!”

“AAAAAAHHH!!!!” 

Both of you laughed as Hoseok walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you off the ground and giving the both of you a spin.

“I missed you, sweetcheeks!”

“And I missed you too, my ball of sunshine!”

“I made sure to have the rest of today free so both me and you can spend all the time together.”

“Thank you, Hobi.”

“You don’t have to thank me. You do so much for me. I’m so glad to have you in my life, baby.”

“Me too, Hobi. You’re the best that happened to me. Now, let’s go have dinner! I made your favorite today!”

Park Jimin

Jimin had always been known for having problems with perfecting everything and no matter what, nothing was good enough for him. He always felt like his dancing could be even better, his singing more pleasant to listen to, his looks could somehow improve. He was too rough on himself even when everyone else around him told him that it was good, that he was good enough. Today was one of those days when Jimin was being too harsh on himself. You knew that not only because he hadn’t answered your texts like usual, but because Yoongi had sent you a text informing you of so. 

It had been exactly 5 hours since Jimin had left for the dance studio and you knew the dance practice had ended at least 2 or 3 hours ago. Since you hated when your boyfriend beat himself up, you had decided to pack a lunch and head to the agency and pay him a visit. 

You made sure to cook a bunch of his favorite dishes and also to stop by a cafe and buy his favorite drink. As his girlfriend, you knew how hard he worked and sometimes it truly concerned you.

Jimin was drenched in sweat as he graciously moved in front of the huge mirrors that covered the wall in front of him. He was completely exhausted and his vocal cords had also been failing him the last hour. He knew he was lacking. It was like a missing last piece from a puzzle that he had been searching for years.

Tired and completely worn out, Jimin laid down on the cold floor breathing heavily. He closed his eyes until he heard the door open. He immediately sat himself up, yet relaxed once he saw you walk through the door, smiling.

"How is the best boyfriend in the whole world doing? I brought you tons of food because I know you haven't ate. I won't take no for an answer so let's eat, Minie~"

Jimin laughed and nodded as he got up and walked over to you, pecking your cheek.

"Let me just go to the bathroom real quick then." He said before walking out.

You decided to start getting things ready and done so both of you could eat once Jimin got back. As you sat everything up, you started mumbling to one of your favorite songs.

About 2 minutes later, Jimin was about to walk through the door when heard you sing. He loved to hear you sing. It wasn't until he opened the door that he realized 'Serendipity' was the song you were singing.

"Just let me love you

Just let me love you

우주가 처음 생겨났을 때부터 모든 건 정해진 거였어

Just let me love you"

In that one second, it was like his heart completely stopped and he forgot how to breathe.

That was it. That was what he had been missing out. Not the singing, but somehow the approval and love and adoration your voice held as you sang his song. Like you accepted his flaws and mistakes, but still loved him as a whole.

It wasn't until you turn around and saw him staring at you with tears running down his cheeks that he realized he was crying.

"What's wrong!? Are you sick? Are you not feeling well?"

Jimin shook his head and wiped his tears away as he gave you his typical shining smile.

"Nothing's wrong. I just realized how much I truly love you. Keep singing, please."

You smiled back and nodded as you kept on setting everything up while you sang along to 'Serendipity' and eventually 'Lie'.

Kim Taehyung

You had always been a fan of BTS, ever since their first album came out. You just connected to them and were happy that you found their music. You first met Taehyung on the streets in New York. You hadn’t recognized him when he bumped into you with two drinks in hand. You had just moved there and were going crazy with everything that you hadn’t noticed all your school work was now on the ground in the busy streets of New York. You let out a sigh, but still apologized. And so did Taehyung. He thought you were extremely pretty, so while he helped you pick your now drenched school work, he grabbed a pen of yours and wrote his number in one of the papers. From there on, you and him became extremely closed. 

That was 6 years ago and both of you had now been dating for 4. It took the both of you two full years to get the courage and confess your feelings for each other, but ever since you did, you two were inseparable. You moved to Korea with him a year ago and were extremely happy with your decision, despite your parents opinions regarding the subject. 

You were now sitting in your boyfriend’s lap as both him and Jungkook played together. He loved having you in his arms as he played. It gave him all the confidence to win against the younger boy, he said. You knew that was just an excuse because he lost most of the times, but you didn’t mind it at all. You were more than happy to sit there. 

“Hey Y/N, you’re an army, right? Which one of our songs is your favorite? I say it’d definitely be Singularity, but Jimin here is so sure that is Tony Montana for some reason.” You heard Hoseok say as he sat next to you, Jimin following him.

“She’s always singing along to that song whenever she’s here! Jin-hyung agrees with me as well.”

“My favorite song?...Hm... Let’s see...”   

“Imagine your face  Say hello to me  Then all the bad days  They're nothing to me  With you” 

You sang as you rested your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder. At the sound of your voice and the lyrics of ‘Winter Bear’ coming out of your mouth, Taehyung smiled instantly. He dropped the controller he was holding and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing kisses on your cheek and neck. 

“My song is your favorite? Really?”

You nodded your head, giggling.

“Of course, baby. Didn’t you know that? I’m always singing this song at home.”

Taehyung shrugged, yet placed a last kiss to your cheek before he grabbed the controller again.

“AH!! I knew it!!” You heard Namjoon yell from the kitchen as Jimin and Hoseok, even Jin, puffed out. 

That day, Taehyung won against Jungkook who claimed he was going easy on his hyung. 

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook had asked you out about two years ago, and despite being friends for over 10 years, the entire dating thing was all very new for the both of you. Even so, these two years had been full of love. You were both deeply in love with each other. 

Today was another day as he stayed in the house with you. He had come back from tour just yesterday and wanted to spend the days he had as off with you before he had to get back to work. You were both curled up in bed, snuggling close to each other before you heard your phone’s alarm go off. You had completely forgotten about it and to turn it off, yet once Jungkook heard his own voice come from your voice, a low and husky chuckle left his mouth. 

“You have my song as your alarm? You’re adorable.”

You turn around to face him and hug him, starting to whisper the lyrics of the song into his ear.  

“Oh, I will call ya, I will hol' ya  Oh I will  And yes you know, yes you know  Oh, I will call ya, I will touch ya  Oh, I will”

Without even blinking, Jungkook was now on top of you, grinning. He glared into your eyes, looking into your soul. In his eyes, you got more beautiful every single time he eyed you. From your hair, to your skin, to your eyes. Everything about you captivated him, how could he have waited 10 years to ask you out? In his eyes, you were perfect for him and no one could change his mind. And now you sang to his song with that sweet voice of yours. Those lyrics were usually just lyrics to him, but now it did something to him and he knew every time he sang that song in front of all Armys he’d remember how your breath hit his neck while you sang along, creating the perfect harmony. 

“Are you using my own lyrics against me, baby girl?”

You giggled and shrugged. “I have no idea of what you’re talking. I’m just singing along to my favorite song, baby boy.”

“You’re such a tease, Y/N.”

“Don’t like it, Kookie?”

“Oh baby, I love it.”

“Show me how much.” 

With that answer and after turning your alarm off, both you and Jungkook spend the rest of the morning in bed, all up on each other. 

[namchyoon]

🎨 if u want hehe 😚

HANNA YOU COME HERE AND ASK IF I WANT TO DO THIS FOR YOUR GIFS??? YOU’RE ASKING YOUR #1 FAN IF SHE WANTS TO PRAISE YOU 😳😳😳😳😳 YES OF COURSE 100% OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFE TIME MA’AM PLEASE BUCKLE IN THIS WILL TAKE SOME TIME!!!!!! all rules out of the window for this one because i can and will include all the bangtan sets i can AND of course a few got7 sets too 🥰

yoongi shadow - GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD LOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD THE COLOURS!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU HAVE SUCH AN EYE FOR AESTHETICS IT’S INSANE!!!! THE WAY YOU’VE PLACED THE GIFS IS SO PLEASING 😭 AND OF COURSE THE COLORING OF THE GIFS THEMSELVES IS JUST LITERAL PERFECTION ALWAYS YOU MAKE SOME OF THE MOST COLORFUL SETS AND IT’S ALWAYS SO HQ AND THE FACT THAT YOU DON’T EVEN USE TOPAZ HOW ARE YOU DOING IT 😭😭😭 truly seeing this set felt like it was my birthday what a beauty 😔😔

hobi ego - NEED TO START CHECKING YOUR BLOG EVERY DAY I NEVER SAW THIS SET A CRIME AGAINST THE HANNA FAN CLUB!!!!!! AGAIN THE COLOURS HERE AND QUALITY???? LIKE IN NO WORLD WOULD I BELIEVE THAT THIS IS FROM A NORMAL MV AND NOT A GIF MAKER’S DREAM MV AM I MAKING SENSE IDK BASICALLY THIS SET IS PERFECT TO THE EXTENT WHERE IT’S UNREAL??? FEELS LIKE THE MV WAS CATERED FOR THIS GIF SET 😤😤😤 THE WAY YOU COMBINE AESTHETICS WITH THE ~PEOPLE GIFS IS SO FLAWLESS IT’S A MOODBOARD BUT NOT A MOODBOARD IT’S JUST LIFE it’s 2 am if i’m not making sense just know i love your gifs that’s the tl: dr; of this essay

jin lgo forest ver - SEE IT’S SETS LIKE THESE THAT MADE ME BELIEVE JIN WAS YOUR BIAS 😳😳😳😳 HE’S ALREADY THE PERFECT MAN AND THEN YOU MAKE GIFS LIKE THESE WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOT FALL IN LOVE???? SORRY, IMPOSSIBLE 😔😔 again i love how you’ve kept all of the colors without getting rid of any of them AND working with the natural light and STILL making the gif look SO HQ 😳 what kind of deal do you have with photoshop that it lets you have so many colors 😭😭 but thank you ps couldn’t think of a better person for extra colors privileges

lgo colors - YES I CAN 100% BELIEVE YOU TRIED BECAUSE THIS IS SO SO PRETTY??? THE GRADIENTS ARE SO SOFT ESPECIALLY THE YOONMIN GIFS 😭😭😭😭 AND THE COLORING ON THE NAMJOON GIF???????? HOW???????? THE BACKGROUND WAS SO UGLY SO WAS THE LIGHTING HOW DID YOU GET IT TO THAT RETHINKING MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE BECAUSE I’M SO SURE THE LGO MV DID NOT LOOK LIKE THAT SO WHY ARE THOSE GIFS SO PRETTY MAKE IT MAKE SENSE 😭😭😭

yoongi mots on:e - i 100% screamed about this the last time i did an ask game but i will scream again BECAUSE HOLY SHIT???????? HE JUST LOOKS SO GOOD HERE IT’S UNBELIEVABLE AND THE COLORING AND QUALITY OF THESE GIFS!!!!! and the fact that you found a LEGAL VLIVE LINK FOR THIS WE HAVE TO STAN 😭😭 THIS ENTIRE SET IS JUST YOUR SUPERIOR GIF QUALITY SHINING THROUGH 😭😭

this is the part where i realized that i’ve actually screamed about all the other sets in the past ask game so there’ll be more got7 sets here than bts sets but i did find the ask where i screamed about them so here they are 

beautiful beautiful beautiful bambam - HE’S SO.................. YEAH 😔 and the fact that i was typing this just as his part in poison came on.......... destiny i think 😔 i’m so tempted to go search the raw file for this just so i know if your magic made it 200 times better or 300 times better but i’m 100% sure it did not look even as near to perfect as your set looks 🥰 also that eyeshadow standing out is so sexc just like he 😳😳😳

encore graphic - THIS SET IS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 IT’S SO SIMPLE BUT HITS RIGHT WHERE IT HURTS JUST THE BOYS HAVING FUN INSIDE TINY POLAROIDS MOVING PICTURES ARE REALLY WHERE IT’S AT HUH 😭😭😭 will just cry over encore forever 😭

sunshine - THE SUN IS SHINING I LOVE THIS SET SO MUCH YOUNGJAE’S LAUGH IS EVERYTHING!!!! ALL THESE GIFS ARE JUST PURE DEVASTATION 😭😭😭 YOUR SMILEY GOT7 AGENDA IS THE GREATEST THING HONESTLY NOTHING BETTER THAN THEIR SMILES 🥺🥺🥺 also the green in the bg and the brown of his sweater complement each other so well the earth tones ahhhhhh 🥺

THIS BAMBAM HELLO - OH MY GOODNESS????? THIS IS SUCH A SUPERIOR BAMBAM HE LOOKS SO GOOD WHERE IS THIS FROM FOR SCIENTIFIC REASONS 😳😳😳😳 ALSO YOUR WAY WITH COLORS!!!!! I JUST LOVE HOW COLORFUL ALL YOUR GIFS ARE AND THIS IS A PRIME EXAMPLE IT’S JUST HOW NICE THE COLOURS LOOK??? SO SIMPLE AND YET SO STUNNING

focus on me - i remember seeing this set when you first posted it and i immediately went to watch the mv because of how pretty this set was, oh the pre-ahgase days 😳😳😳😳 there’s so many colors here AND far shots but somehow it’s not oversharpened or noisy the talent JUMPED OUT in this entire set maam 😳 

pain - this is it, the perfect gif, you’ve achieved it, nothing will ever top this (i mean your next set will and then the set after that and so on but i digress) i just need you to know this moment lives in my mind rent free 24/7 and this might be my new favourite got7 gif, at least until i wake up and someone else wrecks me 😔😔😔😔

7 with 7 - okay this is the last one for now feel like this is the best note to end on because this set is beautiful and emotional and perfect and SCREAMS got7 with the colours and the peak devastation that is those moments 😔😔😔 also you choosing all their signature smiles and laughs............ maybe i’m crying 😭😭 very much love them 😔

creators send me 🎨 & I’ll tell you my favorite of your last ten creations and why

[woodstockbtswriter]

Formally

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader (Female)

Word Count: 3K

Summary: When you need a date to a major event, your friend Hoseok volunteers, but as the big night unfolds, you start to realize that you might just want to be more than friends.

Author’s Note: I’ve had this story in my back pocket for a while now. I started writing it right after the MV for Ego came out, and it’s based on my feelings about J-Hope. I should probably preface this by saying I’m a pretty new ARMY, but before the video, I didn’t understand why so many people biased him (and I especially didn’t understand why the whole Dom!Hoseok thing was such a popular concept). I thought he was a sweet ball of sunshine, but I felt no attraction to him. Then after just one viewing of Ego - I got it. That first glimpse of him behind the wheel of a car piqued my interest, then the shot in the GIF above sealed the deal (what can I say, I’m a sucker for a good suit). So anyway, all I’m trying to say is that Jung Hoseok is a Daddy, and I now stan. 😄 Hope you enjoy this story!

Formally

“This is a big deal, noona! You have to go!” Hoseok exclaimed, turning the invitation over in his hands.

You knew he was right. You were a small fish in the big pond of the global corporation you were employed with, but you’d worked hard for years and were finally going to be recognized for your achievements at the company’s annual awards gala. This was an opportunity you shouldn’t pass up.

“I know, I want to, it’s just...” You hesitated, and Hoseok looked up, waiting for your objection. “This is the kind of thing you have to bring a date to,” You explained, feeling a tiny bit embarrassed, “And I don’t have anyone to go with me.”

A look passed across Hoseok’s face, as though he didn’t understand why that should be a problem. He then perked up, responding enthusiastically.

“I’ll go with you!” He declared, his smile brightening.

“What?” You asked, unable to mask your surprise.

Hoseok sat up straighter, his exuberance growing.

“I’ll go with you! I’ll have to move a few things around, but I can make it work.”

A smile slowly spread across your face while a comforting warmth blossomed in your chest.

“You would do that for me?” You asked Hoseok.

“Of course!” He beamed, like his response should have been obvious.

You shook your head, though your smile didn’t leave you.

“No, Hobi, I couldn’t let you to do that. That’s so sweet of you to offer and I really appreciate it, but-”

“It’s no problem!” Hoseok insisted, cutting you off. “You’re my friend, and I want to help you.”

You bit your lip. You tried to picture yourself at the party, with Hoseok’s arm around your waist. The image in your mind was lit by a barrage of camera flashes.

“There’s going to be press there, Hoseok. We’ll be photographed together if you go with me.”

Hoseok’s smile faded into a thoughtful expression, his dimples showing as he pursed his lips. Clearly, he hadn’t considered that. After a moment’s contemplation, he shrugged.

“We’re friends, noona. That’s not a secret. The world already knows you spend time with all of us. Why shouldn’t we go somewhere as friends?”

You were quick to respond.

“They’ll say we’re dating. You know they will.”

Hoseok was unfazed, shrugging again.

“So what? I don’t care, and neither should you. Noona, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you. I’m not going to let you miss it just because you’re worried about what people will think.”

You sighed. Your resolve was weakening and you were running out of excuses.

“I don’t have anything to wear.” You tried. “It’s a formal event. The dress code is black-tie.”

A huge grin broke across Hoseok’s face as he replied.

“Then we’re just gonna have to go shopping!” He practically sang.

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, okay! You win.” You acquiesced. “We’ll go.”

“Yes!” Hoseok clapped in excitement.

You smiled appreciatively at him, the comfortable warmth rising up in your chest again.

“Thank you, Hoseok.” You said, placing an affectionate hand on his arm. “Really, thank you. This means a lot to me.”

Hoseok wrapped his own hand around yours, squeezing gently.

“Of course, noona.” He smiled warmly. “You know I’m always here for you, yeah?”

You felt your stomach flutter.

You were friends with all the boys collectively, but you and Hoseok had never really spent any one-on-one time together. You’d always liked him, had always known he was kind and enjoyed his friendly demeanor, but you weren’t particularly close to him. The only reason you were having this conversation now was because he was the first one to arrive for dance practice today and you couldn’t wait any longer to share your news with someone.

But as you looked into Hoseok’s eyes, full of light and life, feeling the sincerity exuding from him, you realized he was exactly the kind of person you wanted to accompany you, and you knew that you were definitely going to enjoy getting to know him better.

“I think I’m starting to see that.” You told him as you slowly returned his smile, already feeling much closer to him.

-

You examined yourself in the dressing room mirror. It wasn’t even noon yet and you’d already tried on dozens of dresses at several different stores. One thing you could say for sure about Hoseok, the boy could shop. He’d helped you find some beautiful gowns, but none of them had been just right. This one already looked like another “no”.

“Noona?” Hoseok’s voice called from the other side of the dressing room door. “Are you dressed? Can I see?”

You sighed and pulled the door open, standing dejectedly in the doorway.

Hoseok could immediately tell you weren’t pleased.

“Oh,” He exhaled, taking it all in, “Yeah, I see.”

“Maybe yellow wasn’t the right choice.” You said, running your hands down the front of the satin dress. It had looked amazing on the mannequin, bold and chic, but after trying it on, you realized the color was all wrong for your skin tone.

“It’s okay, noona, we have plenty more choices.” Hoseok encouraged you.

Your shoulders sagged.

“Hobi...” You couldn’t help but whine. “I don’t want to try on any more dresses. I’m tired and hungry and nothing looks good on me and I just want to go. Let’s just face it, we’re not going to find anything today.”

Hoseok’s expression softened.

“Noona,” He said gently, “You know it’s not you, it’s the dresses, yeah? You are beautiful. We just have to find the right dress to accentuate your beauty.”

“You’re just trying to make me feel better.” You pouted.

“Tell you what, just try on one more for me, and if you don’t love it, I’ll buy you lunch.”

“Okay,” You sighed. “One more.”

-

Hoseok looked up from his phone when you stepped out of the dressing room a few minutes later wearing his latest dress choice, and his eyes noticeably widened when he saw you. His mouth fell open, his phone almost slipping from his fingers as his gaze swept up your full length, taking in every detail from your toes to your face and in-between.

Your cheeks felt suddenly warm as he looked at you. You swung the skirt a little, making it swish around your hips.

“What do you think?” You asked, anxious to hear his honest opinion.

His response was to mutter something in Korean that you were pretty sure was a swear word.

“Is that good or bad?” You chuckled.

“Good!” Hoseok assured, a broad grin lighting up his face. “Very good.”

You smiled back at him, then turned toward the full-length mirror. The brighter light outside the dressing rooms made the dress shimmer even more, and it was easy to see that the champagne color complemented your skin tone and hair color perfectly. You smoothed your hands over the dress, admiring how it fit your body. It hung just right, flattering every curve, and the neckline revealed just enough to be elegantly sexy. You could easily imagine yourself strutting into the party full of confidence in this dress.

Hoseok’s face appeared in the mirror just behind you, looking over your shoulder. His dark eyes shone with admiration and approval, and you realized you could easily imagine him next to you at the party, too.

“You look stunning, noona.” He said. “Like, so gorgeous. I mean, you’re always beautiful, but this is like, next-level beautiful.”

You grinned in appreciation.

“Thanks, Hobi. I think you picked a real winner.”

“Definitely.” He agreed. “I think we’re all done here. Now we just need to find matching shoes, and jewelry...”

He trailed off when he saw your face change. While he spoke, you had looked at the price tag on the dress.

“What’s wrong?”

You bit your lip. You knew it was too good to be true.

“This dress costs more than I make in a month.” You explained, your shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry, Hoseok. You picked an amazing dress, but I can’t afford it. We’re going to have to find something else.”

Hoseok just laughed, waving his hand dismissively.

“Don’t worry about it! I’m buying.”

“What?” You balked. “No! I can’t let you do that!”

Hoseok smiled gently, taking both of your hands in his.

“I’m buying this dress for you, noona.” His voice was kind, but firm. “And all the accessories. It’s not up for discussion. I want this to be one of the most memorable nights of your life, because you deserve it. Do you understand?”

The intensity of his gaze nearly gave you a chill. You’d never seen this side of him before. But you kind of liked it.

“Yes, sir.” You replied, giving him a smirk.

“Good girl.” He grinned, patting the back of your hand. “Now, let’s go get some lunch before we hit the shoe store.”

-

A few weeks later, you found yourself once again staring into a mirror while Hoseok waited patiently on the other side of the door. This time though, you weren’t in the changing room of a dress shop, you were in one of the fancy ladies’ rooms of a massive five-star hotel. You could hear the muted sounds of the live band and the hundreds of guests mingling as your company’s gala was in full swing just beyond the hallway. Only moments before, you and Hoseok had been out on the dance floor in the extravagant event hall, swaying together amongst many other couples. That is, until you had politely excused yourself. You’d needed a second to collect your thoughts.

In all your preparations for this night, you had never actually considered your date with Hoseok to be... well, a date. He was just helping you out, doing you a favor. As a friend. And that’s all you considered him. He was just your friend.

But when he showed up at your door earlier this evening, wearing an expertly-tailored and obviously very expensive suit, with his hair parted to expose his forehead, your gut reaction was not merely friendly.

In all honesty, the phrase “full-course meal” had immediately come into your mind.

Then he gave you a smile that held all the radiance of the sun, causing an equally wide grin to spread across your face as he reached for your hand. He spun you around slowly, appreciating your final look, complete with styled hair, polished makeup, and the accessories he helped choose.

“Look at you!” He effused. “You’re going to knock them out tonight, noona!”

His praise was not unusual, he was a known hype-man and he always had nothing but nice things to say about you, but something about the way his eyes sparkled and the way he didn’t let go of your hand after he spun you made his words more affective. A familiar feeling fluttered to life within you.

From then on and throughout the rest of the night, Hoseok had been a perfect gentleman and a model date.

He’d held the car door open for you, and driven safely to the event venue, chatting easily and happily all along the way (while looking remarkably attractive lounging in the driver’s seat, his long fingers caressing the steering wheel).

When you arrived downtown, he’d ushered you through the crowds outside the hotel, your arm securely linked through his, then posed comfortably with you in front of the photographers, his arm tightly around your waist and his expression smoldering.

Once inside, you’d introduced him to your colleagues, and he was charming and gracious, complimenting you profusely.

When you sat down to dinner, he held out your chair for you, engaged you in entertaining conversation throughout the meal, and even made a toast in your honor.

The awards were presented after dinner, and Hoseok cheered louder than anyone when you went up onstage to receive yours. He then listened attentively with his face glowing with pride as you gave a small acceptance speech, and wrapped you in the tightest hug when you returned to your seat.

When the awards ceremony concluded and the band started playing an upbeat song, he immediately led you out onto the dance floor, expertly twirling you around.

And throughout it all, with every little thing that Hoseok did, you felt your attraction to him (something that was virtually nonexistent before tonight) grow and grow.

Until finally, after a few lively numbers, the band slowed their tempo down, and a soft melody floated through the room. Hoseok’s smile, which had been broad all evening, softened as he pulled you in close, holding you cheek-to-cheek, one hand keeping yours against his chest, the other on your back. You clung together wordlessly for several moments, spinning around slowly, your heart thrumming inside your ribs.

Then Hoseok leaned back, looking you in the eyes.

“I’m so proud of you, noona,” He spoke softly. “You know that, yeah?”

You nodded, captivated by his gaze, and he lifted a hand to your face, gently brushing his fingers along your jawline. His face seemed to hover closer as he touched yours.

And that was when you had pulled away, and escaped to the privacy of the ladies’ room.

You squared with your reflection in the mirror, and decided to be honest with yourself. It had been building up to this all night, and now there was no use denying it: You had feelings for Hoseok. Strong feelings. And they were most certainly not platonic. You weren’t sure if he was feeling the same way, but you were sure that if you didn’t tell him what was in your heart, it was likely to burst.

So with a quick touchup of your makeup and a comb of your fingers through your hair, you straightened your dress and marched purposefully out of the restroom.

“Everything all right?” Hoseok asked when he caught sight of you, concern plain on his handsome face. Subconsciously, you wondered how the elegance of the long angles of his face had escaped your notice until tonight.

“Everything’s fine.” You reassured him. “But there’s something I want to tell you.”

His eyebrows pulled together pensively, but he waited for you to continue.

“I want you to know how much it means to me that you came with me tonight. You’ve been the best date a girl could ask for. Even though this isn’t a date date, but I guess that’s what I want to say...”

You looked up at Hoseok, taking a deep breath, attempting to slow the pounding of your pulse. His kind expression gave you the encouragement you needed.

“Hoseok,” You were choosing your words carefully, “What would you say if I told you... I find myself wishing... that this were a real date right now?”

He let out a small chuckle, his dimples showing.

“Noona...” Hoseok breathed, amusement plain in his tone as he stepped closer to you, his hands lifting to cup your face, “I know we agreed to come as friends, but this was always a real date to me.”

Then before you could react and with a smile still on his face, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

The smooth and gentle pressure of his warm mouth, the sure touch of his fingers on your skin, the heady scent of his cologne, and the lean firmness of his body all combined to give you butterflies and fireworks unlike anything you’d ever experienced before.

Hoseok’s kiss was soft, but full of passion. You could feel how much he meant what he said, and it made your legs feel weak.

“But if you like,” He spoke, pulling away just far enough to look at you, your face still in his hands, “We can be more formal about this. I could officially ask you out, if you want. Just so there’s no confusion.”

He was teasing, but you didn’t think it sounded like a bad idea.

“I would like that, actually.” You told him, smiling sweetly up at him.

Hoseok grinned, dropping his hands to grasp both of yours.

“Noona,” He said, pressing a quick kiss to your fingers, “Would you go out with me?”

“Yes. Tonight, and any time you want.” You answered him, sure your smile now rivaled his in conveying the brightness of the sun.

“Mmm,” Hoseok pretended to give it some thought, “How about every night? And every day. And all the time. How does that sound?”

It sounded amazing. You thought your heart might just soar away, carrying you with it.

“That sounds like you want me to be your girlfriend.” You replied.

Hoseok nodded, squeezing your hands, his grin not diminishing.

“What do you say?”

You slipped your hands from his grasp, running your fingers up his suit coat, gently grabbing the lapels and pulling him down to you.

“I say you’ve truly succeeded in making this one of the most memorable nights of my life.”

As soon as your words left you, you took his mouth with yours again, kissing his pretty lips with all the fervor you possessed. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you against his chest, and returned your kiss with enthusiasm, sweeping his tongue across your lips. Then just as you were about yield your mouth open to him, he leaned back again.

“So I was thinking,” He said, his breath hot on your flushed lips, “If the photos from tonight start rumors that we’re dating, I guess it won’t be such a big deal after all.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” You shrugged, then tugged again on his jacket. “But we can talk about that later. Right now, I just want to keep kissing you.”

Hoseok smirked at your response, his hands sliding down to grip your waist, pinning your hips to his.

“Yes, jagi.” He murmured into your mouth, capturing your lips once again, and you melted into his embrace. Deepening the kiss, he tilted your head back, and as you savored the feeling of being happier than you’d ever been, any thoughts about returning to the party completely fled your mind.

[writingsofmyimagination]

With Custard

Gif is mine :)

This Fic was written for the @bangtansmutcentral​ & @ksmutclub​ Made With Love Project.

 My partner was @mind-of-a-hardstan​ and I chose to write the next part to her fic Apple Pie   A Hobi post break up AU - Which I loved.

I hope you enjoy my additon!

Pairing: Hobi x Reader

Genre/Rating: Post Break Up Au/18+

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (light BDSM themes) & A Perfect way to use some food.

Sooo here goes…

Saturday rolled around way quicker than you’d liked. The eggs and custard weighed down your basket like the nerves sedimenting at the bottom of your stomach. Layers and layers of thoughts, questions upon questions & doubts over doubts

How can it be different?

Will he give you more of his time?

Can you do this again?

What was it he wasn’t telling you?

You left his ass because you rarely saw him, he was always working. The relationship, if you could even call it that, wasn’t there. You loved how dedicated and passionate he was to his dancing and singing but something changed. You’d become good friends with all of his bandmates; Jimin and Yoongi more so. Hoseok was always busy this wasn’t new; his schedule was gruelling but the last month or so before you split, he’d also become distant. Leaving you feeling like you weren’t even worth rushing home for after practice anymore. The way his words rolled down your spine two days ago.

“I’ve missed you”

Each syllable laced with sadness as it trickled down each of your vertebrae. You’d missed him too. He could have persuaded you to stay, quite easily if you were honest. You just wanted to see some fight from him.

Your insides were coiled in tight knots. Even though you had a key you knocked on his apartment door; it wasn’t your place to just walk into anymore.

Do I look okay?

Should I have put more effort in?

Jesus Y/N it’s 9am on a Saturday, you look fine

Your white strap top was tucked snug into high waisted denim skinny jeans; A black blazer shrouded your shoulders from the morning nippy breeze that battered you on the short walk from your car.

You heard ruffled hurried feet at the door before it clicked open. His shoulders immediately dropping as the relief oozed out of them.

“Hey”

“Hey”

He stepped back welcoming you in to what used to be one of your favourite places; home. It was unchanged. Neatly arranged furniture hardly filling the expansive space. The sun was still rising over the blocky Seoul skyline; the lounge chair you’d pushed to view the sunrises was still facing out of the long glass windows. Sometimes he’d curl up with you under the fleece blanket.

“After you left, I sat in that chair all night and watched the sky until I had to leave for practice”

“Hobi I… don’t know what to say” The shopping bag gently clattered on the marble side before you turned to face him. He swept himself into you, his face buried into your neck, arms scooped under yours and secured behind you. Your hands locked to the back of his neck, fingers stroking the soft currently brown tinted hair before you’d even registered your response. God, you’d missed him closed to you

why does he have to smell so good?.

The softness of his skin and the fragrance of coconut that lingered from his morning shower.

“I missed you” he muttered into your skin

“I missed you too” your head resting on his. How were you even going to talk about everything, you were speechless. Could you just not pretend all of this never happened?.

“Come on, let’s just make the apple pie and we’ll talk then okay?” You pulled up his chin to be met with glistened over puppy dog eyes. He nodded and offered you a sweet smile.

“You’re actually going to trust me to help?” he queried getting out the ingredients you’d asked him for.

“Well partly, you’ll just have to do what I tell you… for a change” You toyed. You really shouldn’t have, now was not the time for flirting. The way his lips curved up at the sides and the way his eyes shone told you he didn’t object. You both had a small chuckle relaxing even further naturally into each other’s company.

“Can I trust you to peel the skin of the apples and cut them into chunks?” You clicked the oven on to preheat, gas mark 6.

“I’ve got this” he told more to himself than you.

“Right I’ll handle the rest”

While he’d been focused on the apples your eyes had to fight to stay on what you were doing. His washed-out denim jeans, exposing far too much skin through the multiple rips effortlessly dragged your mind elsewhere.

Jesus, am I that frustrated that just a few jean rips have me spiralling?

Apparently, that answer was yes; it always was especially when It came to his thighs.

If he’d caught you oogling he certainly didn’t’ say. You were courteous in kind suppressing all smirks when his eyes wandered over to you when your blazer left your shoulders. Hobi though unlike you could not be as subtle. His hand would brush against yours while he was leaning to grab something, or he’d move you to the side slightly by way of his hand on your hip.

//

“I guess I’ll have to write this down for your mum won’t I” your hands wrapping round the towel drying them off, leaning against the work top.

“She will love you forever”

“Think she’ll trade for her Bakewell tart recipe?”

“Definitely! How long’s it’s going to be?”

“Just under an hour”

“Wanna talk now?” you offered

“Nope” he breathed pushing into you shoving you hard against the work top; hands either side of your face. One leg pushed in between your thighs. Your breathe was lost, caught in lips which were starved of you; and you didn’t half feel it. Your grip at his wrists loosened instead balling your fists round his white shirt at his waist. The pair of you finally needed to come up for air. His forehead flush to yours while your chests rose and fell together trying to contain the frantically beating hearts beneath them.

His hair had fallen over his face shielding his eyes, one hand had slipped and rested on your chest the other his fingers were slightly curled into your hips, bracing, holding himself back.

“We should really talk first” you panted with very little conviction. Hands still balled round his shirt; consciously restraining yourself from grinding on his thigh.

“Just let me make you feel good” His head nudged yours to the side kissed your neck exactly where he knows your weak. He felt the caught moan in your throat.

“Just let me love you…please!” Normally you’re the one whining for him, his eyes were crying out for you. Pleading. Hands shoved him back. In the split second the smirk from his face dissipated, until you hurriedly yanked your shirt over your head launching it the same place as all your rational thoughts; where you didn’t care!

You yanked him by his belt loop back to you, the elated smile back to full volume, the kitten that got the creamiest milk He tapped at the side of your thigh. Up!.

Legs wrapped round his waist, he stabilised your weight assisted by the worktop before setting you down on the dining table which was at an easier level. You’d many times been reminded it was the perfect height the amount of times Hobi had fucked you on or bent over it. Your arms held at his neck tight while his hands unhooked your jeans and yanked them past your behind in a gust. One strong kiss at your lips had you chasing his lips as he removed all contact.

“Where are you going?”

He didn’t need to respond, the jug of custard in his hand said it all.

“It’s cold”

“Even better, underwear off princess!” It wasn’t a suggestion.

“Your shirt first” You bargained feeling brave; pout heavy on your lips.

“You’re lucky I’ve got making up to do otherwise you’d easily earn yourself a spanking for that”

He legs rested in between yours placing the jug behind you, tantalising licking the spoon clean which hung in his mouth. He obliged your request shedding his shirt off in a fluid motion. You could easily lose your way adrift the defined lines stretching across his olive skin. The way his jeans sat snug on his hips, the v line where his lower abs and obliques met were always candy to your eyes. He knew it too. He knew the way his hips swayed captivated every cell in you. Only god himself could help you when you saw him practice; surprisingly not he always invited you.

His finger tipped your chin up, hair ruffled, messy over his forehead framing the man you were so incapable of resisting. Your head obedient in following his hand, his lips fusing with yours; heavy and needy. Your hands unclipped your bra, straps ghosting your flushed skin as it slid down to the floor.

“Well this is new” he purred eyeing the silver ring now running through your nipple. His hand teasing down your neck and chest to investigate. The cool fingertips gliding across the skin underneath your chest heaved out with a heavy inhale

“Is it more sensitive?” He didn’t need the answer, he was going to find out regardless. Your eyes begged him ‘why don’t you find out’ as did the bottom lip being toyed with your teeth.

He was not one to be teased. The hand tracing was now gripping firm, holding you breast secure for his tongue to lavish. Nails on his shoulders, your audible inhale and the broken moan caught in your throat. He heard it all, giving him his answer.

“You never used to make that much of a fuss, so that’s a yes!” he deduced, pleased. Your core was beginning to ache, yearning for any contact and he’d hardly touched you. Using his shoulders as an anchor you pulled yourself closer to him arching your chest into him.

“Is my girl getting needy?” Hobi cooed slick with satiation.

“Mmmhmm…” was all you managed his lips catching any coherent words.

“Close your eyes, don’t open them otherwise you get nothing” Pouting, arms folded. You waited for whatever Hobi had left you to get. Without the heat of him around you the air cooled, goose bumps eliciting from your touch deprived skin. You were still using all your concentrated hearing to sense even the slightest sound. The familiar click of the bedroom door tainted the silence, every few steps you heard your pulse raced just that bit faster.

“Keep them closed” he reminded approaching you stealing the urge for you to open then. Even the silk now covering your eyes smelt like him. The scent was too strong for it to be natural; he’d sprayed it with your favourite aftershave of his. He watched you appreciate his choice.

“Hook your legs round loosely princess”

“…Hobi..” you breathed more in frustration than a plea as his fingers ghosted your core, barely making contact. Enough for him to feel how desperate you were for him; not enough for you to refrain from whining, bottom lip conveying your dismay. You pouted for too long. His teeth soon lightly clamped down softly. He nudged your legs up higher on his waist causing your hips to tilt.

“Fuck!” you cried nails digging harshly at his scapula, swallowing just as hard.

“Nice?” his almost whispered voice trickled down your ear, his breath running wild fire down your neck.

“Mmm” you hummed. A xmas gift from hobi; 2 kegal balls coated in purple silicon building the shape of a peanut now pushed snug inside you. A click emanated from a silicon tail before the vibrations started.

Shimmying out of your grip he swept the jug back into his hands. Your neck, the valley in between your breast, your pierced nipple, just above your naval. Your blood raced under the cold drips of the custard. Your thigh…your….

“6 areas, 6 places I want my mark. Call out the numbers baby” You rolled in the memory of the way his teeth would pinch and suck at your skin leaving blooming blotches of red to remind you of those nights

“5”

Teasing fingers traced the outline of the pools of custard. His hair tickling your sides, his tongue swirling the custard from your stomach, lips sealing on your skin above your Naval. Thighs tightening around his waist, his lips sucking the blooming red petals of blood vessels to the surface. You envisioned Hobi nearly on his knees, lips on your skin, hair covering his face in a coffee mess.

“Please let me see you” you whined. The dull vibrations of the balls were aching; only serving to increase the itch growing stronger inside you against your walls.

“Not yet princess, next number?”

“3” Hoping this would be the number to bring you relief. It wasn’t, just more torture. Hobi was going to make sure he used your new piercing as much for your benefit as his. The warm tongue on the cool metal of the bar, the disappearing coolness of the custard. The harsh bite of his teeth

“Are you making this order up?”

“The order is what I say it is baby” he purred onto your skin pressing open mouth kisses up your body until his lips tangled with yours.

“2” you whispered onto his breath. He dropped through your legs, tongue lapping at the custard from your inner thigh. His bite was much harsher on the meatier flesh, hissing through your teeth. One hand clamping down on a hand that was digging hard into your outer thigh. The pinching of your flesh ravaged your nerve endings; increasing the throb at your bundle of nerves.

//

One firm lick of his tongue up your sternum left only one number.

“1”

“Mmm” he hummed, dropping to his knees.

“Oh baby you’re glistening!” Lustful voice saturated with absolute approval.

“Now do I take my present out or leave it in?”

Your response was lost in a choke. The last strip of custard, had become a chimera with your arousal.

“God I’ve missed you, you taste so damn sweet” he panted in between your thighs.

“I think we can leave this now; I think you’d much prefer me inside yes?

The whine in agreeance as he left you feeling empty. Not for long. His fingers were quickly pressed to the velvet wall with the same pressure as his tongue was pressed flat to your clit. The whirlpool motion of the warm muscle had you fighting to control your breathing, head thrown back. Hand tight in his hair attempting to regain again type of stability. The strong come hither with his fingers had the pit of your stomach in your coils tight building up the pressure driving you into space.

//

“Want to cum yet?” The sweet devil asked denying your fall off the edge for the third time. His chest now flush to yours. Lips at your ear, fingers stilled inside you, palm pressed at your clit.

“Tell me how much how much you want it baby” You were more than happy to stroke his ego

“So…much” you were desperate

“Pleaasse” pleading on the brink.

In the midst of your moan the egg timer started ringing through the kitchen.

“Well you better cum then don’t want the pie to burn” You barely needed anything, the pressure tapping at your clit while his fingers were thrusting back in and out.

Your nails left red crescents printed on his skin.

“I love it when you fall apart” Purposely his palm stayed pressed against you prolonging the aftershocks.

“I’ll get the pie” The blindfold quickly discarded on the floor.

“I want you on all fours on the bed for me” It was an order.

//

The fresh breezy scent of the cotton sheets pressed to your cheek. A heavy hand pressing your neck leaving your ass up.

“I never got tired of how beautiful you look like this” His hand tracing down your spine to squeeze your ass before smacking his palm off it.

“Think you can cum for me again around my cock?” He used your arousal coating himself, brushing your clit sending more aftershocks through you.

“Think you should make sure I do” you challenged.

The ‘making love’ had fully disintegrated. He fucked you like it was the last thing he’d do on this planet. Your hips feeling the sweet bruising under his grip. You were panting half into the mattress until your hair was yanked back; moans flooding into the room.

“Please Hobi” you begged when he stilled inside you. He didn’t respond only to shove you on your back. He’d refused himself his favourite position.

“It’s been too long I wanna see your face when you come undone” he shoved your legs round his waist tightening them. Arms pinned above your head, held captive under one his hands; the other had his weight spread through his hand at the top of your chest. It drove you insane and had you clenching around him when he wasn’t being an asshole and pulling out frustrating slowly. You swore at him a lot, fully taking advantage of the lack of rules that he’d normally set

“I forgot how bratty you can be…without punishments…or a gag” He panted, hips snapping into you harder yet more infrequent.

“So you better cry my name out, wanna cum princess?”

“Fucking hell yes” the end of your words ended up being muffled by the handful of sheet you’d shoved over your mouth. He’d been keeping you on edge, teasing every last frustrated gasp, every last moan from your lips. Slowing down exactly when you needed him not to.

“let go”

//

“Are we actually going to talk now? And I’m absolutely starving, you went to roll out of bed. You were met with resistance in the form of Hobi climbing on top of you.

“I supposed we should. Apple Pie with custard coming up.”

//

“It was painful how much I missed you” Hobi admitted in between mouthfuls.

“I was right there at home Hobi” He sat up, slid the bowl on the bedside table looking at you with bloomed pupils, shining yet shying away to his hands which encased yours.

“You were right, I was away a lot more than my already usualness. And I was doing it on purpose”

It was a burn that scolded you, searing sadness across your heart. The thought of Hobi purposely staying away, the thought he didn’t love or want to see you dragged the colour from your face. You pulled away and joined him sitting. His eyes brows grey further apart, eyes widening pulled open by sheer panic.

“Hey” the cushioning soft tone of his voice, a cold compress on the burn. Forcing your hand up to his cheek.

“But not because I wanted to be away or I didn’t want you” He rushed.

“It’s just…” He sighed, shoulders dragged down in the secret he didn’t want to share.

“Yoongi is pretty in love with you and it was just becoming really hard to see the pain on his face”

Your brain could not compute the indecipherable code being spoken to you

“He… I mean I don’t think he realised I knew, I heard tears from him talking to Joon. He said it just kinda happened. I mean you can’t help that sort of thing but he was just hurting. From then I noticed more and more his eyes when I’d leave, him knowing I was coming home to you.”

You barely realised you’d stop breathing.

“Oh…I…I don’t know what to say” Mind wiped, completely.

“I didn’t know how tell you, it wasn’t my place. I guess I just kinda hoped you’d let the extra time away slide. I… I’m sorry, I never meant for you to feel so unimportant to me. You mean literally everything to me. I love you boo and I was so miserable without you in my life. Please forgive me”

“Will it be any different? I mean can you cope with Yoongi’s…”

“My schedule is still nuts…”

“I don’t mean your schedule dummy. You know I support absolutely everything you’re doing”

“Yeah, Yoongi’s fine now, and even if he still had feelings for you I can’t stay away from you”

You’d never heard Hobi sound so resolute about anything apart from how much he loves sprite.

“Please move back in. The fact I don’t get to curl up into you when I come home kills me”

Hope you enjoyed ready :)

[taetaesbitch]

My Secret K-pop Idol - Chapter 3 - Surprise!

Reader x Taehyung

Word Count: 2.3k

Contains: Fluff, Mild Smut

I felt that this gif perfectly conveys the Tae vibes in this chapter. Sorry it took me a while to write this, I hope you enjoy! 

Chapter 3 - Surprise!

You struggle to open your eyes against the harsh light streaming in through a split in the curtain. Your head is pounding and you feel an aching soreness down between your legs. Groaning, you try to roll over to look at the digital clock on your nightstand, but feel a weight around your waist. Glancing down you notice an arm tightening around you. A male arm. An arm that belongs to the guy you were with last night. It all comes rushing back to you as you twist in his grasp to look at him. His dark hair is ruffled, his face relaxed. You remember those intense eyes that gazed at you so passionately last night. So dark and filled with promise. Blushing at the memory of those hands on you and smiling at the thought of his cute smile. Sighing, you move away to start your day. Struggling against him as he curls around you, but eventually escaping. His face scrunching in confusion. He mumbles low, as you tiptoe across your bedroom floor and towards the bathroom. You take a long hot shower, but his touch seems to be imprinted on your skin, you can’t stop thinking about the way he touched you. Rough. Tender. Urgent. Slow. One thing is certain… you will never be able to look at a strawberry the same way again. 

Stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around your body, you glance at yourself in the mirror but take a double take. Inhaling sharply, you touch your neck and chest, decorated with dark purple bruises. Recalling the way he bit and sucked, you can’t help but clench your legs together at the thought. Drying and dressing you peek out of the bathroom, holding your breath anxiously, hoping he’s still asleep. But disappointment washes over you when you see an empty bed, with nothing but tangled sheets. Feeling like such an idiot, your shoulders cave in. It was just a one night stand. You go to sit on the edge of the bed, a note on the side catches your eye and you reach for it. A message scrawled on it:

Thankyou for an incredible night. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. I’m sorry to run out on you like this… but my manager is going to kill me. I am in soooo much trouble. I would like to see you again. Here’s my number.

Tae x

You can’t believe it. You squeal excitedly. Your heart doing somersaults and your belly full of butterflies. But they begin to fade. How would this work? You haven’t forgotten about those fangirls. Who is he really? If he’s that popular all you would gain is heartbreak. You set the paper back on the nightstand and carry on.

A few hours later you return to the note, phone in hand. Are you really going to do this? It can’t hurt. Right? Or can it? You groan in frustration and start dialling. A voice answers on the second ring. “Hello?” It’s his voice. Deep. Divine. “(Y/N)?” You hang up at the sound of your name on his lips. You can’t do this…

You have had three missed phone calls from his number over the next week, but you can’t bring yourself to pick up. You’re not ready. Today you start at your new job, assisting a band at Big Hit Entertainment. You’re excited and nervous. The emotions swirling around in you all morning, as you dress in a long grey pencil skirt, a lilac blouse and grey blazer, you’re careful to cover the slowly fading hickeys, making an accessory out of a small scarf. You enter the lobby, where the manager waits to greet you, you walk to an office and take a seat.

“So, Miss (Y/N), I see you’ve been an excellent assistant in the past and you come highly recommended.” 

“Yes, I’m observant and thorough in ensuring that everything is in order and taken care of.” His smile grows as you list off other key aspects.

“I think you’ll fit in perfectly here, and I think BTS are a great match.” He claims. Your mind seems to blank, your mouth falling open slightly.

“B-BTS?” That name is well known, they are a highly established band, but you have never taken the time to research them. You have only heard one or two songs.

“Yes, is that a problem?” The manager raises an eyebrow. You recollect yourself.

“No, no not at all.” You smile politely, shocked but excited. He goes over your duties and hands you a schedule, “You will need to study this carefully and keep up.” He stands, “Well, it’s time to meet them,” He gestures for you to follow him, walking you to an elevator. An uneasy tingling begins up your spine. “The boys are looking forward to meeting you.” The elevator pings on the top floor, you both step off into a spacious open planned room. There are floor to ceiling windows, light hardwood floors and a colour scheme of white, black and gold furniture. Walls separate rooms, a kitchen sits off to the side and around it sits the band their backs to you as you approach, an incredibly nervous feeling washes over you. They all seem dressed in varied fashions. “Boys.” They all stand and turn. Your eyes connect with those glittering dark ones and my mouth falls open. His own lips part, eyes widening as you gape at each other, astonished. “This is your new assistant (Y/N).” A few of the others look slightly shocked by my appearance. You also remember them from the bar. You assume Taehyung has told them what happened and turn a shade of strawberry. Taehyung is the first to recover, straightening as he smirks and narrows his eyes, “I’m V, but you can call me Taehyung.” Damn him! Of course he is! You thought they all looked familiar! You knew you had a bad feeling! You nod and speak through a tight smile.

“It’s nice to meet you Taehyung.” He’s so smug as he smiles back at you. The others follow his lead. 

“I’m J-hope! But you can call me Hobi!” He gives you a brilliant smile grabbing both your hands and nodding cheerfully. You instantly feel at ease and don’t recognise him from the club. “We are so happy to finally meet you!” He exclaims.

You laugh nervously and nod your head, “Likewise.”

Another one steps forward, he’s taller with pink hair and a cheeky smile, “I’m Jin.” He nods, you nod back, you don’t recognise him either. Jimin, Namjoon and Jungkook are next, all of whom seem to squint at you after their introductions, as if trying to figure out where they have seen you before. Your face flushes red and you panic inside. The last member steps forward, his face more serious than the others, but he gives a small smile as he speaks, “I’m Yoongi.” Your inner panic begins to calm as they finish and the manager says, “Now that you’re all introduced I’ll leave you to get to know each other better.” He turns to you, “I’ll be back in roughly an hour.” He faces the boys, “Behave.” With that he heads to the elevator, you watch him go, and as the doors slide shut, reality sets in. You’re in a room full of famous band members, one of which you had a one night stand with. Nothing to worry about. You turn towards the band members and come face to face with Taehyung. You yelp in surprise and jump back a step. 

“Woah there (Y/N). He doesn’t bite.” Exclaims the one named Hobi. The irony in his words make you blush and Taehyung snaps his teeth together before smiling mischievously. You give him a pointed glare.

“How about we sit on the sofa? (Y/N) might feel more at ease, I can understand how this can be quite overwhelming.” States Jimin, a sympathetic smile on his face. The rest of the boys agree and turn towards the sofa, but you feel a presence behind you and a deep voice whispers, “You never called, I was looking forward to round two.” Taehyung’s comment makes you flush red and starts a throbbing between your legs. His chest presses into your back and you yelp as you feel his hand grasp your ass. You spring away, turning towards him just in time to see his smirk and the devilish glint in his eyes. Rushing over to a sofa, you sit on the one opposite band, who has now settled themselves on. Jungkook seems deep in thought as he gazes at you, Namjoon clears his throat.

“So, you’ll be spending a lot of time with us and it’s vital that you understand that this career is our life, I hope you settle in well and with time you’ll learn our ways.” They all smile reassuringly, except for Jungkook, who seems deep in thought as he stares at you.

“I understand and I will do my absolute best to make sure your needs are met.” Taehyung catches your eye and he winks, causing you to clench your hands into fists. You can’t focus properly with the intense sexual look in his eyes. The man is killing you. He’s so smug and feigning innocence, but you know the truth. 

He rests his chin on his fist lazily, tilting his head. You want to run your hands through his hair so badly, to straddle him and kiss him roughly. You snap out of it as they begin to ask you questions; what music you like, how your friends would describe you. You also ask them questions and they tell you certain things about themselves. You’re getting on well, but both Taehyung and Jungkook have been awfully quiet.

Suddenly, Jungkook bursts out. “Ah Ha!” Startled, the rest of the group look towards him. Jungkook’s eyes are wide and excited as he looks at you, “You were at the bar the other night.” You squeeze your eyes shut and sigh. When you open them, the other members are looking at you with realization, but Hobi, Yoongi and Jin wear confused expressions. Jungkook continues, “You’re the one Tae--” He cuts off coughing as he catches Taehyung's threatening expression. 

“Hold up.” Hobi demands, “What is going on here?” 

“Do you remember when we went out last week, but you stayed in?” Asks Jungkook, Hobi nods, “Well we met (Y/N), and she helped Tae escape some Army’s. She’s the one that-” you see Taehyung physically nudge Jungkook this time and he stops mid sentence, but Hobi continues.

“Oh! You mean your the one he-” 

“Hoseok!” Taehyung warns. By this point your head is in your hands. How can this be happening?

“What are those?” Namjoon speaks up, you lift your head, only to find them all staring at your neck. Your scarf seems to have slipped, leaving your neck and the bruises exposed. You gasp and quickly cover them, but it’s too late. “Kim Taehyung.” Namjoon glares at Taehyung disapprovingly. A look of embarrassment crosses his face, giving you a moment of satisfaction before admiring such a cute look. He catches you looking and smirks.

“I don’t regret it, (Y/N) enjoyed it didn’t you?” Your eyes widen at his question.

“I-I-you-” You’re a stuttering mess. A satisfactory smirk crosses his lips.

“Taehyung, stop teasing (Y/N),” Jin stands and grabs your hands, walking you towards the kitchen area, away from the others. “Are you ok? Would you like a drink?” He smiles at you, his eyes are warm and friendly.

“Y-yes please. Just some water?” 

“Sure.” He spins to grab a bottle from the fridge, you hear whispers from behind you and look over to see the other members huddled around Taehyung, interrogating him. “Don’t mind them. We can all be a bit much sometimes.” He hands you the water and leans on the counter, as you gulp the water down, “So what did happen between you and Taehyung?” You nearly choke on the water, but manage to contain yourself.

“Um-well, it’s kind of personal.” Jin is grinning, but not at you you realise too late. 

A voice whispers in your ear, “Didn’t you bring any strawberries?” His arms wrap around you so that you can’t move away. 

“Taehyung. Let go of me.” You meet Jin’s eyes and silently plead with him to help you, but he just gives you a pitying look and returns to the sofa. Just Taehyung’s presence is making your legs feel weak. He plants his chin at the place where your shoulder and neck meet, and breathes in deep.

“What happened to calling me Tae?” You try to step out of his grip, but he holds you tight, “Why didn’t you call?” He sounds hurt and you sigh.

“I’m sorry, but I thought it would be for the best, considering the girls who chased you and especially with these new circumstances.” His grip loosens and you step out of his grasp, spinning to face him. He covers a wounded look with one of indifference, before moving to the fridge. He pulls out a punnet of strawberries and the memories come crashing back like a tsunami. He plucks one from the punnet and places it to his lips, leaning on the counter as he sucks on it sensually, never breaking eye contact with you. Your mouth dries up and you fight the urge to clench your legs together. When he’s finished he asks mockingly, “Would you like a strawberry?” You stare breathlessly, as amusement dances in his tempting eyes. Just then the elevator pings. You spin as the manager walks back in.

“I hope you have enjoyed your time (Y/N), but it’s time for their rehearsals.” He smiles and you nod in compliance, saying goodbye to the boys as you walk back to the elevator. As the manager presses the button, Taehyung remarks, “We look forward to seeing more of you (Y/N).” 

You see him lick his lower lip and smirk, before the elevator doors slide closed.

You can’t help but feel like you’ve just made a deal with the devil. 

[anotherkpopvictim]

The Scents of Us - Hoseok X Jungkook X Jimin X Taehyung A/B/O and Littlespace Drabble

(gif source - me, use if you would like hehe)

“anonymous asked: OKAY!!!! You could try something similar to this story with alpha Jimin or Taehyung and omega hoseok and jungkook; a03 works 21424750 but not exactly the same!!!!”

A/N: This is my first time delving into writing a fic in the a/b/o universe. Please let me know what you guys think and if you would like to see more stories like this from me.

After drawing inspiration from the story, I decided to go with alpha Jimin AND Taehyung, and omega Jungkook and Hoseok. I focused this story on the impact emotions have on their scents, as you could maybe guess from the title. It’s something that I’ve always found fascinating while reading A/B/O stories. Like, could you imagine if everyone had a prominent scent that became bitter or sweet depending on their emotions? That would be cool as heck, dude.

Here you go, I hope you like it!!!

Relationship: Omega!Hoseok X Omega!Jungkook X Alpha!Jimin X Alpha!Taehyung

Rating: T (panic attack)

Words: 3026

Hurt/comfort, fluff

PLEASE NOTE BEFORE READING: In this universe, omegas are naturally submissive and while they can live independently, they usually prefer to stay with an alpha as they can sometimes fall into deep headspaces (sometimes little space) and need guidance.

Warnings: There is a pretty detailed panic attack in this story, so please do not read if that triggers you in any way. Also, there is kissing while in littlespace, but it’s just a simple kiss, nothing crazy.

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Jimin, quite frankly, was exhausted.

Working as a nurse meant he was used to long shifts and the fatigue that came along with them, but after a double shift he was all but a zombie dragging his feet from the car park and up to his upscale apartment.

As he stuck the key in the lock and let himself in, he was surprised that he wasn’t greeted by his three boyfriends (who would probably get after him for driving home in the state he was in) and instead was met with the heart-wrenching sound of Hoseok crying and bitter scent of distress and anger clouding the air around him.

The sound and smell awoke the alpha in him, all previous thoughts of tiredness gone from his mind.

Jimin toed off his shoes quickly and started hurrying his way through the apartment, following the sobs to the bedroom. “Tae? Hobi-hyung? Kook?”

Just as he reached the doorway, a frazzled Taehyung appeared, his hair ruffled and his breathing heavy. What really caught the other alpha’s eye was the deep, blood red of his boyfriend’s irises, indicating that he was angry and confused. All Jimin could smell now was the smokey musk of a burning forest - Taehyung’s normal pine scent ablaze with emotion.

The red in his eyes quickly faded back to its normal chocolate brown as Taehyung let out a sigh of relief, “Thank god you’re here.”

“What’s going on?” Jimin asked, his tone soft as he approached the other. His hands moved automatically to Taehyung’s shoulders to give him a comforting touch. “Did something happen?”

“Jungkook’s been rude to Hoseok-hyung all day and he was on his last warning with me when he decided to push Hoseok into the table a few minutes ago,” Taehyung grumbled. “Kook ran into the dance studio and Hoseokie locked himself in the bathroom.”

“Okay, do you want me to talk with Kookie so you can calm down?” the older alpha questioned.

Taehyung shook his head, “I can handle myself. I’ll talk to him.”

Jimin nodded, “Alright. I’ll see to Hoseokie. Does he have any injuries?”

“His back,” Taehyung replied, “That’s where he hit the table the hardest. I didn’t get a good look at it yet. Oh, and the fall caused him to slip into littlespace.”

The older alpha hummed in affirmation and then leaned in to press a kiss to the younger’s lips. Jimin trailed his right hand down to Taehyung’s and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Take a deep breath, baby. Our omegas are going to be just fine.”

The two quickly split ways and Jimin approached the locked bathroom door. “Hoseokie?” he called out gently, “Sweetheart, it’s Jiminie-hyung. I’m home, love. Can you open the door for me?”

He heard the sobs quiet down a bit and then some shuffling noises before the door clicked and it flew open to reveal a teary-eyed Hoseok. “Hyungie!” he cried, tossing his arms around his alpha’s shoulders before burying his nose in his neck. He inhaled the calming scent of ocean breeze and allowed it to relax him.

“I heard you had a hard day, baby,” Jimin said, rubbing his hands up and down the other’s back softly as to not irritate any potential injuries. “It’s okay now. Can you show me your booboos?”

Hoseok pulled back just enough to be able to look up at Jimin and pouted, “Seokie’s back hurts, hyungie!”

“Does anywhere else hurt?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Alright, hyung’s gonna take a look. Let’s go to the bedroom and have you lay on your stomach, okay?” Jimin said.

Hoseok nodded and waddled with him to the four’s shared bedroom. The omega wasted no time following Jimin’s instructions, laying down carefully on the bed.

“Good boy,” Jimin praised, “I’m going to lift up your shirt for a moment, love.”

Removing the fabric exposed a small, red welt on the right side of Hoseok’s back. It looked like it stung, and the alpha could see it already beginning to turn purple as it bruised.

“Oh, baby. It’s only a small booboo but I’m sure it hurts.”

Hoseok sniffled, “D-Do you think Booboo Bunny can make it feel better?”

Jimin, despite feeling his heart sink at the other’s injury, couldn’t help but smile at his omega.

Booboo Bunny was a tea towel folded and tied in some places with rubber bands to resemble the shape of a rabbit. It had added googly eyes hot-glued onto its “face” for effect, and space in its middle to hold ice. It was a creative alternative to frozen peas created by Taehyung a few months earlier. All four of them have never stopped using it since - big or little.

“I think he can,” Jimin confirmed, “I’m gonna go grab him and I’ll be right back.”

Hoseok really didn’t want his hyungie to leave, but knew that he needed to go. The omega pouted and began singing under his breath in hopes that it would make the time go by faster.

When the alpha finally returned, he came bearing Booboo Bunny, who had some ice ready to hopefully take down the swelling and help the worst of the bruise.

Hoseok let out a little yelp when the coldness first touched his skin, but he settled quickly once he found that the ice numbed the area that was in so much pain.

“There, is that feeling a little better, sweetheart?” Jimin asked.

The omega nodded, letting out a sigh as he relaxed into the bed further. Jimin could smell the distress that was previously clouding the air dissipate until all that was left was Hoseok’s familiar, sweet scent of cinnamon buns.

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Jungkook hadn’t meant to let things get so far out of hand. One second he was overcome with anger towards his omega boyfriend who looked hurt and confused, and the next moment he had pushed Hoseok. Now, the push itself wasn’t necessarily that harsh, but the coffee table was right behind the older omega’s legs, so when he was pushed, he tripped over and hit the edge of the table with a bang.

Hoseok let out a cry of pain and Jungkook’s entire body felt numb. The older omega rolled over on the floor and reached to touch his back, where Jungkook was sure he was hurt.

“Jeon Jungkook!” a bellowing voice called. The youngest could only watch with wide eyes as Taehyung came in from the kitchen at the sound of crying and hurried to kneel by Hoseok’s side. “What did you do?”

Jungkook couldn’t answer. His tongue was heavy in his mouth and his mind was running too fast to do anything but stare at the horror he’d caused. He watched as the alpha attempted to calm the oldest down, talking softly and touching his shoulder soothingly. It made Jungkook feel sick.

With the feeling back in his limbs, Jungkook took off out of the room, sprinting down the hall. He barely managed to shut the dance studio door behind him before he was hyperventilating. He wheezed and reached up to clutch at his tight throat as his knees gave out beneath him. The omega slumped to the ground just inside the door, his head spinning as his body tried its best to get in a sufficient amount of air.

How could he be so selfish? How could he do that to his hyung who hadn’t done anything wrong? The older omega couldn’t help that their alphas loved him more than they loved Jungkook.

Why would their alphas even want to keep a disgusting, thoughtless omega like Jungkook around anyway?

The whirlwind of insecurities played on a loop in his head, taking over all of the omega’s senses until he couldn’t feel the ground beneath him. Jungkook felt like he was simultaneously suspended in mid-air, floating, and strapped tightly to something, unable to move.

He saw Hoseok’s crying face again, heard the anger in Taehyung’s voice when he came into the room.

Stupid. Selfish. Worthless.

Stupid. Selfish. Worthless.

Stupid. Selfish-

“Jungkookie, baby, come back to me,” a voice interrupted Jungkook’s blaring thoughts. The voice was familiar and deep, the satiny tone slowly pulling Jungkook back to reality. “Focus on me, focus on my voice.”

The omega listened, followed the instructions of his savior.

“Can you feel my hand squeezing yours, sweetheart?” Yes, Jungkook could feel it. “Can you feel the floor? It’s probably kind of cold.” Now that he mentioned it, yes, Jungkook could feel that too. He could even feel the aching of his ribs as he gasped for air.

As the omega slowly came back to his body, he let out a pained whine. He could gently squeeze the other’s hand back now and he could move his limbs again.

The crisp scent of pine filled Jungkook’s nostrils, grounding the omega. Jungkook only related that scent to one thing - Taehyung. His alpha’s scent could calm him down even in the worst of times, like now.

“There you go, that’s a good boy,” the voice crooned. Taehyung - it was Taehyung’s voice. “Now I want you to try following my breathing, okay? In for four...hold for seven...out for eight...”

Jungkook did his best to follow along, but it took a few minutes to bring his heart rate down. The ache in his ribs slowly lessened and his breath came a little easier.

The omega’s eyes fluttered open and settled on the angelic man sitting on the floor beside him.

Taehyung smiled softly, knowingly. “Got stuck in your thoughts again, huh, love?”

“Kookie’s a bad boy. Kookie hurt hyungie. Kookie is a meanie,” the omega said shakily, tears already trailing down his cheeks.

“Well, it isn’t nice to push people into tables, or to be disrespectful and rude to them all day,” Taehyung said.

Jungkook choked on a sob and looked away from his hyung, “N-No, it’s not.”

“But,” Taehyung continued, “That doesn’t mean that you’re a bad boy. I think you’re a good boy who made some mistakes because of whatever is going on inside his head.”

The younger wanted to agree, but he also didn’t feel like he deserved being called a good boy.

“So why did you do that, love? What’s happening in that head of yours?” the way the alpha talked softly told him that he was no longer angry, just worried. They all knew that a panic attack was punishment enough for whatever he’d done wrong.

The omega sniffled, “Jiminie-hyungie and TaeTae-hyungie love Hoseokie more than Kookie.”

“What?” Taehyung exclaimed, eyebrows raised in surprise. “Oh, baby, no! We love you just as much as Hoseokie. What gave you such an idea?”

“Kookie heard hyungies talking ‘bout how much they liked the time before they’d met Jungkook,” the younger confessed. “A-And Jiminie-hyungie hasn’t given Kookie kisses since last F-Friday! That’s five whole days! A-And Kookie keeps trying to be good for TaeTae-hyungie, but he keeps making him mad! And now he hurt Hoseokie-hyungie! That’s the worst part!”

Taehyung pulled the younger into his lap and guided his head to his neck where Jungkook could nuzzle at the scent glands there. “Love, Hoseokie is going to be okay. He’s going to have a little bruise, but he is going to be okay.”

The younger didn’t seem to believe him.

The alpha bit his lip as he contemplated his next words. Jungkook obviously had everything all wrong in his mind, what does he start addressing first?

After a short pause, Taehyung spoke up again. “I think we need to go have a talk with him and Jiminie, hmm?”

The alpha didn’t wait for an answer before he helped Jungkook walk out of the dance room and back down the hallway on wobbly legs. They stopped at the open door to their shared bedroom and peeked in to see their two boyfriends cuddling on the bed, looking surprisingly calm and comfortable considering the situation that just happened.

As they entered the room, Jungkook spotted BooBoo Bunny on the bedside table and knew that Hoseok must have used it. Suddenly, he couldn’t breathe again. “H-Hoseokie, ‘M sorry! Kookie’s sorry!” Jungkook bolted over to the bed but paused when he was a foot away, arms outstretched. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch him anymore after what he’d done.

The older omega seemed to understand this and opened up his arms in invitation. “Come here, Kookie,” he replied. The maknae was surprised that Hoseok had slipped out of littlespace. His hyung pulled him into an embrace and kissed his cheeks reassuringly. “You’re forgiven, Kookie. I’m not mad. I need you to take some deep breaths for me.”

Only then did the younger omega notice that he was working himself up again, his breathing nearing hyperventilation. “O-Oh.” Jungkook did his best to follow his hyung’s instructions, not wanting a repeat of his panic attack earlier.

After a few minutes of deep breathing, Jimin shifted closer to them on the bed and touched the maknae’s shoulder gently. “Sweetheart, why were you acting up today?”

“That’s what we came to talk about,” Taehyung announced as he found himself an open spot to sit on the edge of the bed. “Tell them what you told me, love.”

Jungkook fidgeted in Hoseok’s lap, his eyes diverting to his suddenly extremely interesting sweatpants. “TaeTae-hyungie and Jiminie-hyungie love Hoseokie-hyungie more than Kookie,” he recited his earlier words abashedly.

“WHAT?!” both Hoseok and Jimin gasped.

Jungkook whimpered and crawled away, only to find himself curled up against Taehyung’s chest a moment later. The alpha soothed the youngest by pressing his nose to his neck, allowing him to inhale the calming scent of pine once more.

“It seems there’s been a misunderstanding,” Taehyung explained to the others, “Jungkookie here heard us speaking about how much we liked our college days - our days before he was with us.”

“Oh, Jungkookie, no!” Jimin started, suddenly realizing where the maknae’s thoughts had gone. “We weren’t saying that we liked it because you weren’t there, sweetheart, we were just talking about how we had some good times.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok continued, “We had some more free time back then, and we could go on trips more often. We were thinking about maybe planning another one, except it would be better this time because we could bring our Jungkookie with us.”

The omega cuddled up to Taehyung’s chest slowly digested the explanation from his hyungs. Jungkook should have known that his boyfriends loved him, but he’d always been a little insecure and those insecurities were too loud in his head sometimes.

“B-But,” Jungkook sniffled, lifting his head to look at his two oldest hyungs. “Jiminie-hyungie hasn’t given Kookie kisses in forever! A-And Kookie was really mean to Hoseokie.”

“I already told you, Kookie, you’re forgiven,” Hoseok said softly.

Jungkook felt tears well up in his eyes once more and his bottom lip began trembling, this time in overwhelming relief and not any bad emotions. He launched himself back into the older omega’s lap, wrapping his arms around Hoseok’s neck and scenting him apologetically.

Jimin had frozen at the youngest’s words, shocked. Surely, he had to be exaggerating, right? It hadn’t been that long since he’d last given his boyfriend a proper kiss. It had only been...three...four...five days?!

Guilt overwhelmed him before he felt Taehyung’s soothing touch on his shoulder. The younger alpha could always read him so easily. Jimin gave him a small smile of thanks before turning back to their two omegas who were curled up together.

“Kookie, love,” Jimin began, “Can you come here, please?”

The omega in question sat up and gave Hoseok a final kiss on the cheek before moving hesitantly towards Jimin. Taehyung urged Jungkook into the other alpha’s lap, assuring him that everything was okay.

“You’re right, Jungkookie. I haven’t kissed you in forever,” Jimin admitted, apologetic.

Jungkook nodded sadly, “Kookie don’t know why hyung don’t want to kiss him anymore.”

“Oh, baby, I do. I do want to kiss you,” Jimin assured. “I’ve taken so many shifts at the hospital that I can barely think of anything but work. I can’t believe I forgot to kiss you for so long, love.”

“So hyungie does still love Kookie?” the omega inquired, perking up hopefully.

Instead of answering with words, Jimin surged forward and captured the youngest omega’s lips with his own. Jungkook squealed in surprise but quickly melted into the kiss, his hands settling on the older’s shoulders.

Ever since he’d gotten home, Jungkook’s scent had been drowned out by his fear and anxiety, and only now did those emotions subside. His natural scent of sweet, juicy peaches could finally be smelled once more. All three of his boyfriends could relax now that they were all settled, their scents happy and comfortable.

Before things could get to heated, Jimin pulled away from the younger, grinning at the whine of protest that left Jungkook’s lips as he did so. “Later, baby.”

Hoseok and Taehyung joined the two of them as they cuddled together under the covers, nothing but a mess of tangled limbs.

“Never forget that we love you, Kookie,” Jimin said gently.

Hoseok hummed from where his face was pressed against Taehyung’s neck. “We love you so much.”

“Next time you feel like that, tell us, okay?” Taehyung added, kissing Jungkook’s hair.

“Okay,” Jungkook replied, snuggling closer into the arms around him. “Love you, hyungies.”

“Love you too, Kookie.”

“Love you, bunny.”

“Love you forever, sweetheart.”

They laid together for a while, not quite sleeping as the sun set outside the window. Jimin was the only one that actually did fall asleep, though it was only for about two hours before he woke up again to his boyfriends talking quietly.

Jimin then took it upon himself to start dinner (very reluctantly, mind you) while the other three snuggled in bed and continued to nuzzle each other’s necks.

Their scents were all so different, yet somehow were most divine when they were mixed together. Jungkook’s sweet peach scent complimented Hoseok’s of freshly-baked cinnamon buns, Jimin’s gentle smell of an ocean breeze, and Taehyung’s fresh pine. An odd combination, but they somehow made it work.

It was something that was simply...them.

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A/N: man, this took me forever to finish. Sorry it took so long. Thank you to the person who requested this who put up with my writer’s block. I hope it was worth the wait.

Also, did anyone else have a Booboo Bunny as a kid? Because I did and I loved it a lot. I wonder if it was a common thing.

[yeojaa]

stages: rise (with me).

[ read part one ] 

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.  rating.  mature.  tags.  alluded/referenced drug use (please be responsible).  they take an innocent shower together.  wc.  1.7k.  beta reader.  @hobi-gif​ @coepiteamare​ i love y’all.  author note.  jungkook’s rave journey continues. 🤠  soundtrack.  songs to comedown to:  hold me close (climax).

They say you never forget your first time.  They’d be right.

You haven’t left Jungkook’s mind - framed perfectly in the centre of his thoughts, lovely with your star-speckled cheeks, the glitter in your hair.  Mona Lisa but so much more, printed to the backs of his eyelids, picture perfect in neon light and stardust.  He misses you often, despite the fact he always sees you at things like this.  Spies you dancing in a kaleidoscope of colour, made glow-in-the-dark by the appliques on your chest, the rubber toe of your sneakers.  You move as if the music lives in you, as if there’s nothing in the world but the melody. 

It’s easy to get lost in the sway of your hips, the rhythm of your body when the stage erupts in colour and the bass drops.  It captures all of his attention, has him staring like a fool in love, utterly unable to do anything but stop and admire.

God, you’re beautiful.  

His heart stutters in his chest, nearly falling out of the cavity when you catch him in the act, raise a hand and offer the sweetest wave.

There’s a sea of people between you - two dozen writhing bodies - and all he can see is you.  The shape of your smile when he returns the gesture, palms sweaty, pulse racing like a thunderclap.  How the simple expression feels like an explosion of stardust, illuminating everything around you.  (It’s definitely not just the light show.  It’s all you.)

He wonders whether it’ll always be like this - whether the pieces of you will forever be wedged into his heart, little splinters of affection built up like scar tissue.  Whether they’ll ache on days like today, where you’re too far and he’s left to orbit you, caught in your gravitational pull with no hope of escape.  If the scent of strawberries and sugar will remind him of you until he’s old and grey, still hung up on the pretty girl that’d saved him from a meltdown, because no one’s ever felt the way you do. 

“Kook, you good?”  He hears the question, feels the words bounce around in his skull.  Everything’s clearer than it was that first time.  His head’s not under water and he’s not drowning.

(But he wouldn’t mind if it was your voice that called him to sea.  He’d wade a hundred, thousand, million miles for you.  Get swept away by the waves just to hear your voice once more.  It’d be a good way to go.  The best, he thinks.)

“Y-yeah?”  There’s still a haze - a faint fuzziness at the edges of his conscience.  Cotton candy floss that spins everything in circles, sugar-spun particles aching his jaw when he zones out just a little too much, knuckles blown white, water bottle in his hand eviscerated. 

It takes a concerted effort to refocus his attention.  He wants so badly to keep watching, admiring, wanting.

Mischief is palpable, three heavy lines of red striking through syllables.  A new challenger appears in the form of another bottle, lidless and so close it makes Jungkook’s jaw ache in anticipation.  “Want some more?” 

Did he?  Of course.  He can’t have the thing he’s been craving for months;  this will have to do.

“Careful, baby boy.”  You’re suddenly there, right in front of him.  So close he could touch you, smelling like berries and cream and smiling brighter than the sun.  (He swears he might go blind, doesn’t mind when the rays are so warm.)

All at once, he’s shaking all over, limbs loose, foot bouncing.  Stop it, he tells himself, worries for the state of his joints because he thinks he might topple over any minute now.  That there’s nothing he can do to save himself from the sound of your laugh, the way your eyes glow with the strobe of the overhead lights.

He remembers how you held his hand last time, laying in the strange bed wrapped up in your arms.  Your voice static in his ears, cotton threads in the quiet, stretching on and on until he’d fallen asleep.  How you hadn’t left, not once, not even when he’d been burning up, white hot heat tearing through him, sweat pouring from his brow.  

You’d stayed all night, soothed the tremor of his bones.  Promised him things would be okay.  And they were.

The ordeal had left him raw and aching and tired, all the weight of the world carried in the bags under his eyes.  A walking skeleton, nothing but a bag of bones when he’d groaned awake, tripped alive out of his slumber.  But you’d put him back together, glued each piece with nothing but honey and molasses, thick and heavy and so sweet.  Cooed a sweet good morning at two in the afternoon, stamped the shape of your tenderness into his skin and melted tension away with just one caramel-coated smile.

“Hi,”  he says, stutters, hoarse as hell.  Eager as hell.  In love as hell.

(He’s never felt like this before.  Not then.  This is better.  You’re not a mirage in the desert, a vibrating silhouette brought to life by a lightshow.  You’re you!  You’re here.)

“How much have you had?”  

Anyone else, it might be condescending.  But not you.  You’re smiling at him still, reaching too, and he thinks he’s okay - that he’s in control this time.  Realises he’s wrong when he’s leaning too close, falling into the small of your palm, laughing along with you when he nearly topples you both over.

You smell like strawberries and home;  he inhales like you’re spring.

“Not as much as last time.”  Which was to say, just enough.  Not so much he’s a mess, unable to control the rattle of his teeth or the tingling in his fingers.  One cap.  A double.  Nothing outrageous.  Jungkook was smart this time - had finally learned his lesson.

But god, if he doesn’t want to be back where he was that first time with you.  Out of his mind, held together by your touch, seams strung tight by your hands.  That’d be better.

“Good boy.”  Your voice is all of his favourite songs, twinkling in his ears, making his head spin.  It’s all he hears.  The thing in his chest wobbles uncertainly and then so do his knees;  you catch him against your side, hold him together with fingers along his side, fingers replacing the rungs of his ribs.  

He hopes you’ll stay.

It’s easy to get lost in you, distracted by your hand in his, the shade of your smile when you look over your shoulder.  How you fit in his arms, settled like a familiar weight in his lap, curled against his chest.  He’s burning up again - a furnace on a summer night, beaded in sweat and hair sticky.  You don’t care.  You cling to him, run your fingers through his hair.

He swears he’s falling in love, giddy, over the moon, high in the sky with no hopes of coming down.

(But he is.  He can feel the slow-coming clarity, the tremor that dies to a bare tremble when you’re close by.  Your presence medicates him and he doesn’t mind;  you’re angel food cake and lemon tart, not sickly sweet syrup.)

When you guide him into the bathroom, lights off, bumbling about in the dark, it doesn’t matter.  You’re lit up in every colour of the rainbow, Polaris centred in your chest, guiding him home.  He follows without hesitation, crowds you against the sink and giggles to himself when you comb through the sweat-slick tangle plastered to his forehead.

He’s burning up but you cool him down, soothe the ache in his chest when it stutters again and cries out for you.  A salve for his wounds - all the things he doesn’t think about, that sit just beneath the surface and beg for attention.

“Are you okay?”  You ask and he’s barely paying attention to the words, every ounce of focus where it should be:  on you and all your glory.  Each sliver of skin that reveals itself in the darkness.  So pretty he could cry, so soft he swears he’s got velvet in his hands and not your hips.  Picture perfect.  

He says yes but he means no, because how can he be okay when he’s with you.  When you’re pulling him into the glass-walled shower, warm despite the cold water, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.  When you push his hair back and coo a noise that hits him twice - once in the gut and once smack dab in the centre of his chest.  When you’re working out the knots, untangling all the fucked up parts of him with the gentlest motions.  

(Of course Jungkook’s thinking too much, putting too much meaning into how careful you hold him, cradle him like precious glass, unafraid of the broken edges.)

(He can’t help it, though.  Can’t can’t can’t.)

(Wants you too much, wants this too much.  God, save him.)

“Relax,”  you tell him, saccharine and safe, kissing him like you need him just as badly.  There’s a fire lit in the bottom of his chest, a roaring inferno he has no control over.  It dissolves every part of him, turns him to jelly as he melts against you and takes everything you’ll give.

Please, he thinks.

He hasn’t said the words out loud - too afraid, scared of what might come if they slip past his cage of teeth - but you answer all the same, hold him closer, assure him with measured strokes of your hands over the uncertainty he wears like armour.  Sweep it from his shoulders with twists of your fingers and an adoring laugh.  Make him vulnerable and weak and and and—

He doesn’t care.  

Maybe it’s the comedown or maybe it’s you.  It cracks his rib cage in half, splits him wide open, and he doesn’t think twice when you reach in, settle alongside his heart, and make a home. 

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[snackhobi]

prompt: “Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

thank you to my darling @yeojaa​ for sending this in and thank you to my darling @hobi-gif​ for beta reading it for me, you are both such lovely stars in the night sky of my life xoxo

pairing: seokjin x reader / word count: 1.9k / genre: fluff (sfw/general) / warnings: none!

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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a hot roommate, must want to jump his bones.

Like. C’mon. Kim Seokjin is nothing if not easy on the eyes. It’s not enough that he has the body proportions of a god—broad shoulders, lovely thighs, everything in its place and perfectly in line with his height and his poise—he has a beautiful face, too. Those lips. That jaw. Those eyes. You don’t want to wax lyrical but it really is like God decided to take his time making Kim Seokjin and everyone else (like you) was just left with the dregs; the stuff that wasn’t good enough for Jin and was thrown aside.

The worst thing, though. The worst thing. The absolute worst thing about Kim Seokjin is that he is A Nice Person. 

You’d barely known each other, only a month into your cohabitation when he’d come across you crying into a tub of ice cream in the kitchen, sobbing over the guy who’d finally grown bored of stringing you along with promises of eventually becoming your actual boyfriend and had just cut you off altogether after one final lay. You were utterly heartbroken and entirely mortified when you noticed Jin standing in the kitchen doorway as you clumsily tried to dig your spoon into the still-hard vanilla, but he’d just slid down onto the floor next to you with a spoon in one hand as the other came to rest on your shoulder. He’d listened to you snivel and sniffle, quietly eating the weirdly chemical-flavoured chocolate ice cream in the own-brand Neapolitan tub you favoured—your least favourite and the one you always left till last.

Once a guy’s seen you crying your eyes out on the kitchen floor in old pyjamas, and you’ve seen him eat five pots of super hot instant noodles on the trot and chase the whole thing down with an entire box of doughnuts, you sort of get to know each other as people—both things are revealing in different ways—and it’s hard for that to not lead to friendship.

You could have dealt with Jin if he was just hot. But he’s hot and nice and funny, utterly ridiculous; he doesn’t take himself seriously while also knowing how to rein himself in when necessary to not overwhelm people and basically you’ve been crushing on him in a major, major way for a while now.

And like. Seokjin is single, so technically you have a chance. But you also have absolutely no chance at all, because? Hello? Kim Seokjin? You? You? Kim Seokjin? He’s so far out of your league he may as well be in another galaxy. And he’s also probably the best roommate you’ve ever had (cleans up after himself, doesn’t microwave fish and stink up the place, likes the same TV shows as you so there are no arguments over the remote), so you’re not about to throw a wrench into the mix by doing something stupid like confessing that you like him.

“Right, I should be back around ten,” says Seokjin. He’s all dressed up for a noraebang night with his friends—well, not dressed up really, they’re just gonna get drunk while wailing songs at the top of their lungs in a small room so it’s not like he has to go all out, but Seokjin makes everything look good. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?”

Seokjin is nice and hot and funny and friendly. Honestly, he’s just a dreamboat of a roommate and a man, with great friends too. Normally you would have leaped at the chance to spend a night out with Seokjin and the other guys, but you’d spilled your drink on Yoongi last time and were still convinced that he was plotting your imminent demise. Even if Seokjin insists otherwise, you want to give Yoongi a wide berth for a little while longer in the hopes he’ll suddenly suffer a bout of amnesia and forget that you spilled a very boozy and sticky Oreo and Baileys cocktail(/glorified milkshake) on him and ruined his shoes.

“I’m good,” you say. “But make sure you don’t have any fun without me and you have to let everyone know that it’s because I’m not there.”

Jin laughs, a wet squeegee of a sound, and it goes straight to your heart. “I’ll pass on the message,” he promises, blowing you a tiny kiss as he goes. 

(Ugh, he’s so cute. You hate him.) (No, you don’t.)

You seem to be setting a trend for yourself in the drink-spilling department, though. During an ad break you decide to get yourself a drink, and even though it’s just a Boys Over Flowers rerun that you’ve seen multiple times, you rush as you pour yourself a glass of orange juice—you don’t want to take too long and miss anything. Suffice to say you Fuck Up and end up with a shirt and trousers covered in juice and pulp and you miss a bunch of the episode as you clean it up, huffing dramatically to yourself the whole time, before scarpering towards your bedroom for some new clothes. 

At least, that’s the plan. You pass by Seokjin’s open door and pause, taking in the sight of a few discarded bits of clothing on his bed and across the back of his chair, things he’d clearly decided weren’t worth wearing out tonight. The one that’s caught your eye is the vibrant pink shirt strewn over his duvet, one of your favourites, one you haven’t seen him wear in a while. It’s one of your favourites because he just looks so cosy in it—Jin ends up with a lot of oversized clothes so they can fit over his shoulders, but he practically swims in material when he wears this shirt, flapping the sleeves at you and then laughing at his own antics. He could wear it as a dress if he wanted to, probably.

… so could you, if you wanted to, probably.

… but you shouldn’t. Like, that’s weird. Jin is your roommate and even if he’s made it clear that he has an open door policy, going in through said open door to get a bit of his clothing is weird. Definitely creepy.

But… you’ve already kicked off your dirtied outfit and you’re just in your underwear so you can’t be blamed for being worried if you’re going to get cold, right? You’re just grabbing the closest bit of clothing, aren’t you?

… You’ll take it off before he gets back and put it in the laundry with everything else; he won’t notice. You’ll just take this awful awful secret to the grave and never tell anyone about your invasive actions.

Oh, man, the shirt smells so good. You share the same laundry detergent but Jin had clearly tried this on before discarding it, the scent of his cologne lingering in the air as you end up swamped in the shirt (/shirt dress), and you don’t regret this. Well, you do, but also you don’t. It’s like being wrapped up in Jin’s arms. Jin’s not shy about giving you hugs but there’s something altogether different about wearing someone’s clothes.

You end up curled up on the sofa as you watch more Boys Over Flowers, knees to your chest and revelling in how cosy and small Jin’s massive shirt makes you feel. You have to hitch the material up so that your hands peep out the ends of the sleeves. Sweater paws are cute on everyone, even yourself, and you giggle as you fumble for the remote so that you can check how many more episodes there are before it turns to something else. You can indulge yourself for a bit. As a treat.

“Unbelievable, I can’t believe Minji did that,” you mutter, so caught up in the drama of it all (as if you haven’t seen this episode four times) that you don’t hear the key turning in the lock, nor do you hear the footsteps that are heading towards you—what you do hear, however, is the sudden sound of Seokjin’s voice, freezing like a rabbit caught in headlights when you do.

“I forgot my wallet,” he says. “I—”

And that’s how he catches you, wide-eyed as you stare back at him, wishing that you could bury yourself between the sofa pillows so that he can’t see you. His keys are still in his hand and his mouth is open around an unfinished word as he takes the sight of you in, scrunched up against the armrest in some ridiculous attempt to shrink yourself small enough that he would have missed you.

He stares. You stare. You both stare. And then—

“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

“No!” A high-pitched shrill of an obvious lie. “No, uh, nope. Nuh-uh. Haha, oh, Jin, always such a jokester, you.”

You want the sofa to suddenly develop sentience and swallow you whole, just so you can be out of this situation. So you wouldn’t have to watch as a smile starts to spread over Jin’s face, the way there’s a little glint in his eyes, the way he opens his mouth and says—

“You know, you didn’t have to turn down noraebang just so you could wear my clothes. You just had to ask, I would have said yes.” He doesn’t seem creeped out, just amused, which is—well, it’s better, but, what? He’s laughing at you? You don’t know if that’s worse, somehow, actually.

“I didn’t! I spilled orange juice on my shirt and then I saw this shirt and you weren’t home—”

“Aha, so you admit it, it’s not your shirt,” Jin proclaims. He looks smug.

“Oh my God, I am full of regret,” you groan. “My life is a disaster. Can we pretend this never happened? I will pay you literal money. Please.”

At this, Jin’s eyes turn soft. “Do you really want that?”

“I—wuh? Do I really want us both to pretend you didn’t walk in on me wearing your shirt like some weird stalker or something? Absolutely. Yes. Let’s do that.”

“I wasn’t joking about letting you wear my clothes,” he says. There’s a note to his voice, something a little doughy, yielding and warm for you, and—you know what your gut is screaming at you, but— “I always thought you’d look cute in them, and I was right.”

You splutter. Jin thought you’d look cute—he’s been thinking about you wearing his clothes—the sort of thing that, you know, couples do. But this is Kim Seokjin you’re talking about. There’s no way he’s attracted to you in the way you’re attracted to him.

… but he is looking at you in a way that’s soft and tender, the same look you give him when you think he isn’t looking.

“Jin,” you say, slow. “Are you…”

“The most handsome man alive? Yes, I am.”

You make a face at his interruption and he laughs at your expression before going quiet, eyes so big and lovely and warm as he smiles at you, and you continue to speak. “Are you saying you want to, y’know. See me wearing more of your clothes? Or, uh... Less clothes in general?”

You can feel the blood rising in your cheeks as you say this, and you can see the red that starts to tinge the top of Jin’s ears, exquisite and wonderful. “I’m saying that I’m happy to give you what’s mine, including my clothes,” he says. “And my time. And love.”

You end up pulling the excess material of the shirt over your head as you turn into some sort of bright pink turtle, overwhelmed and in disbelief but so happy.

Judging from Jin’s laughter and the warmth of his hands reaching for yours in their too-long sleeves, he is, too.

[xjoonchildx]

guilty | knj x reader | epilogue: better than okay

summary: as the man at the top, kim namjoon has almost everything he wants. almost. could a familiar face from the past change his future?

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: mafia AU, smut, fluff. a lot of fluff. SO MUCH FLUFF. but also smut. am i making any sense? is this thing on?

rating: 18+

word count: 1.9K

author’s note: okay, guys.  here is an unplanned, totally out-of-left-field drabble/epilogue for guilty.  i got a few messages from you guys that you’d love to check in on these two after the night in the penthouse. once i saw those messages, it’s like i couldn’t unsee them and i had to write this before i could move on with my life to give mr. min yoongi the guarded treatment he deserves.  

this is fluffy. lots of feelings? it’s interesting because i’ve never alluded to marriage or children or even had my characters “use the L word” in any of my fics. it’s not usually my style, i guess? i like to leave a lot of the feelings implied. BUT in this case, i felt it was appropriate.

i hope you guys like this. i hope it’s a satisfying wrap to the story of these two characters.  i can’t wait to get going on yoongi’s story and hope to have something out on that soon. beta read by the amazing @ladyartemesia​ and @hobi-gif two brains i cannot live without!

thanks to every last one of you who read and message me about these fics.  i wish you knew how genuinely happy that makes me.

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03

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The villa is quiet but for the muted whirr of the air conditioning units when you return.  

You walk from room to room, coming up empty each time you open a new door.  It’s only when you walk out back to the deck that you find them.

They’re napping together in the sun, faces shaded by an oversized beach umbrella.  

Dasom is curled securely into her father’s side, lashes moist against cheeks rosy with heat.  One chubby arm draped over his chest, possessive over him even in sleep.  You’ve come to accept that this is the way of things these days -- Dasom is in the throes of an all-consuming daddy phase.  Your little girl seems to have conveniently forgotten which of you did all the hard work of bringing her into the world.  

You stare down into her beautiful, traitorous little face -- tucked into his golden, carved body and your heart does a funny little flip.  

You didn’t know it was possible to love this deeply.

Namjoon stirs when you delicately extract Dasom from his hold, careful not to wake her.  He pouts even before he’s fully awake, mourning the loss of her comforting weight.  It’s only then that his eyes open -- hooded and drowsy -- and the corners of his mouth quirk into a tired smile.  

There’s that funny little flip again.

You put one finger over your lips to silence him and he nods, eyes falling shut one more time.

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You handle Dasom with the kind of care you’d give a live bomb.

You carry her back into the villa slowly, afraid to make a sound and careful to avoid any sudden movements.  It’s a painstaking process but eventually your hard work pays off.  After some very careful footwork she is lying down in the crib, one hand fisted into her favorite blanket.  

The one that smells like daddy, of course.

You stand there and watch the steady rise and fall of her chest for a while.  

It’s a stroke of serendipity that Dasom favors your mother as much as she does.  You never would have imagined she’d share a face as well as a name with the matriarch she’ll never meet.  

Life has such an interesting way of coming full circle sometimes.

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Namjoon is still resting when you make your way back to the deck.

His long, strong body is sprawled out across the massive sun chaise, droplets of water not yet vaporized by the sun clinging to his skin and hair. He looks so young like this -- rested and peaceful and bronzed -- millions of mental miles away from the pressure of his responsibilities in Seoul. 

You’ll never get over how handsome he is.

Never.

You’d come home from your massage today with a very specific goal in mind -- but you take one look at your sleeping husband and hesitate.  These moments really are so few and far between for him.  

You should let him rest. 

You bend down to drop a soft kiss on his cheek before heading back inside.  But as you straighten to leave, his hands come up to grab you.  Strong fingers grip your waist, dragging you down onto the chaise.

Onto him.

“Namjoon,” you whisper a paper-thin protest, lips at his ear.  The rough material of his swim trunks scrapes against your thighs as you straddle him.  “I thought you were sleeping.”

“Why would I do that,” he murmurs, hands stroking down your sides, “when I could be doing this?”

Good question.

He kisses you then, slow and languorous, pressing you into his chest with hands splayed against the small of your back.  You sigh when they slip lower to grip your ass -- to drag you against the cock now stirring to life between his legs.

“You really do need your rest,” you protest as his lips move up the column of your neck.

“Quit bossing me around,” he mutters, nipping at you like a reprimand. “I know exactly what I need.”

His hands stray from the cup of your ass then, slipping under your sundress and just a heartbeat later you feel his smile against your skin.  

He hums his satisfaction at finding you completely bare beneath the thin material. His fingertips glide over the soft skin of your legs, touch feather-light. 

“You were gonna let me sleep, huh?”

“Yes, of course,” you insist, rolling your hips experimentally against the bulge you can now feel throbbing beneath you, straining against his trunks. 

“Liar,” he accuses, the deep timbre of his voice sending a shiver up your back. His hands drop to the hem of your dress and he pulls it over your head in one smooth motion, throwing it aside.

You lean into him, claiming a kiss with one arm wrapped around his neck. Namjoon lets you steer this one, content to let you explore his mouth at your own pace.  Your hands card into his hair and you grind down against him as you taste him, taking his bottom lip between your teeth.  

Microscopic grains of sand tickle your skin as your body slides against his.

There’s no concern for privacy, despite the fact that you’re naked on top of your husband in the outdoors.  This piece of Jeju Island is Namjoon’s, and the armed men who stand guard at the entrance to this compound at his command are tasked with ensuring no one and nothing comes near.  

This is the safest place in the world right now.  

At this villa.  On this chaise.  In his arms.

Namjoon makes an impatient sound from deep in his chest while you rock mindlessly against him.  He slips a hand down to your apex and drags one long finger across your opening.  He groans when he finds you messy for him, thighs slick with sweat and excitement.

“Minx,” he teases, teeth at your neck.  “I’m playing right into your hands.”

“So you are,” you agree as he kisses his way down, mouth open and wet against your breast until he reaches one aching nipple, already at attention.  He rakes his teeth over it and you suck in a sharp breath, jolting at the stimulation.  Then he turns his head to mouth at the other nipple, softer this time.  You jerk again in his hold.

“Sensitive?” he muses, one brow lifted.  

“V-very,” you stammer, pulling back.  “It’s too much.”

Namjoon makes a curious sound under his breath as he pulls you closer.  Your nipples graze against the sun-warm planes of his chest but this time the sensation is bearable, skirting closer to pleasure than pain.  

You tighten your hold around his neck, moaning when he sinks one finger inside of you, thumb closing over your clit at the same time.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Namjoon knows exactly how to touch you, where and for how long.  He can take you apart and put you back together with breathtaking precision now that he knows you -- quite literally -- inside and out. Years of trial and error distilled down to the most masterful strokes, culminating in skill that has you shaking in his arms in no time.

“No, Jagi,” he chides, sensing you’re well on your way to coming undone with his fingers inside of you and his mouth against yours.  “Save this one for me.”

You whine on an exhale when he pulls away from you long enough to shove his swim trunks off his hips.  He takes himself in hand, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he watches you.  

“What is it?” you ask, suddenly self-conscious.  

You cross your arms over yourself without thinking. Your body has changed so much since Dasom came into the world.  It’s impossible to ignore the new fullness of your breasts, the added roundness in your hips and thighs.

Namjoon tuts under his breath.

“Don’t hide from me,” he admonishes quietly, pulling you back in.  “I just like to look at you sometimes.”  He lifts your hips over his with steady hands, gazing up into your face.  “Still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

He punctuates that sentiment with his cock, guiding you down and lifting his own hips to meet yours halfway.  You whimper at the perfect fullness you feel when he’s anchored deep, completely sheathed inside of you. 

“Namjoon,” you breathe, rocking impatiently into his deliberate grind.  “God, you feel so good.”

He smiles into the kiss he plants on you; rolling his hips slowly, thrusts careful and unhurried. 

Here there’s no urgent calls waiting, no Seokjin or Yoongi to interrupt -- just you and him melding together against the backdrop of the beach and waves.  He savors this moment -- basks in it -- cock buried deep inside of you, lips plush against yours.

It goes on like that, slow and sweaty and snug, until the release he’d stirred inside of you just a few moments ago threatens again.  You feel it looming, circling when he pulls his knees up and strokes deep against your most sensitive spots.  You pull your mouth away to cry out and his grip on your hips tightens, keeping you from pulling back.

“Come apart for me Jagi,” he groans, thrusts building in intensity,  “Come around me.”

You’ve never been able to deny him a thing -- and certainly not this.  

You stop fighting back against the pleasure, surrendering to the sensation.  You let it wash over you, holding tight to Namjoon for balance as his own release ignites.  He whispers your name over and over as his thrusts become frenzied, thighs straining when he empties himself inside of you.  

You fall onto him then, spent and limp. 

You lie together like that for a while, bodies warm in the sun, the sound of water lapping against the shore lulling you both into relaxation.  Namjoon drops a kiss on your temple, fingers tracing soft lines up and down your spine. 

Everything is going to be okay. 

Your think back to the penthouse and the promise Namjoon made to you at the very beginning. Since then it’s become a shared mantra of sorts, whispered between you both during times of trouble.  

He’d promised you that again when you thought grief would pull you apart at the seams after your mother died. You promised the same to him when his worry and doubts about fatherhood nearly broke him in the months before Dasom’s arrival.  

“Our baby isn’t a baby anymore,” Namjoon laments in a whisper, interrupting your thoughts. “I was watching her today on the beach, walking in the sand. She’s so independent now.  Not much longer and she won’t even need me.”

“Don’t be silly,” you soothe. “She’s always going to need you.”

He hums thoughtfully, chest rumbling beneath you.

“Well, I was thinking -- ” he clears his throat before continuing, “ -- that maybe it’s time for another.”

You tuck your head under his chin, smiling to yourself.  

“Another?” 

“Another baby.”

“That’s a good idea,” you murmur, taking one of his hands in yours.  You guide it down to the swell of your belly, relishing the way he sucks in a deep breath.

“Really?

“Really.”

“Now?”

“Not now now,” you tease. “Now as in about seven months from now.”

Namjoon slips two fingers under your chin to tip your lips towards his.

“That’s good, Jagi,” he exhales, kissing you softly.  “That’s real good.”

He winds his fingers through yours and you stare at your joined hands.

Everything is going to be okay.   

But everything is not okay. 

It’s so much better than that.

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