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BTS Halloween party – Dr. Strange

Non-idol!Hoseok x fem!reader

Summary: At the party, you meet a gorgeous stranger for the first time. Hoseok turns out to be smart and sexy. A dangerous combination that will have both of you on your knees.

Themes/warnings: smut with a bit of plot at the beginning, roleplay (a little), strangers to lovers, edging, nipple play, handjob, oral (m and f receiving), a bit of switch dynamic, aftercare

Wordcount: ca. 2.3k

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

You have never been so bored before at a Halloween party. Granted, you’ve only been there for ten minutes, but those have felt like half an hour at least.

The problem is that you only know Tae, the host of the party. You’ve been friends since childhood. But tonight, his hosting duties are keeping him occupied.

You take a sip from your drink. At least the bartender knows his business. Though you’re pretty sure it’s just one of Tae’s friends and not someone who was actually hired for the job. You observe the people around you a little longer.

A lot of them are dancing, laughter ringing through the air. Some are chatting and drinking, occasionally clinking their glasses together before downing the liquid. Nobody pays you any attention.

It’s better this way. You finish your drink and slink off down the hallway and to the stairs. Tae has a beautiful library and music room on the first floor. You have every intention of ending up there and passing a silent, secluded evening.

At the top of the stairs, you are stopped by a Dr. Strange. His dark eyes are like magma, looking down at you.

“Where do you think you’re going? Upstairs is off-limits.”

“Except for Tae’s best friends.”

“You are?”

“Y/l/n y/n. We’ve been best friends since-“

“Since the two of you could walk, roundabout. We’ve heard those stories ad nauseum.”

He steps aside to let you through. You walk past him, but then stop.

“And who are you?”

“Hoseok.”

“Ah, the dance teacher. Why were you up here? Also searching for some peace and quiet?”

“Yes. But I think I should show my face down there again.”

“Why? Tae is too busy to notice you’re gone. Two of your other friends have already left and the barkeeper is swamped.”

“Yoongi?”

“Right. I thought he looked familiar.”

You now walk towards the library and Hoseok follows you. He seems to have lost all desire to join the party again. At least for now.

Once inside the library, you switch on the warm, yellow lights and then light a fire in the fireplace. The warmth washes over you and makes you shiver. With the short sleeves of your costume, this feels better. You turn back around to Hoseok.

“So, why Dr. Strange?”

“Complex character. I like him, for the most part. Also, I thought the costume might suit me.” He looks you up and down. “Why a police officer?”

“Because that’s what I wanted to be as a kid.”

“Why didn’t you become one?”

You sit down next to Hoseok on the sofa. It is a two-seater, which means there is barely any room between you, but neither of you seems bothered.

“I realized quickly that I enjoy the mental aspect of protection more than the physical one. I run a cyber security company now.”

“Wow.”

You look at Hoseok. His eyes are widened in genuine surprise. You smile.

“At least you’re not being rude about a woman being a successful entrepreneur.”

“Never. I have a sister who is very successful with her own company too. I think I have even more respect for women entrepreneurs, because they face so many difficulties and prejudices and have to work a lot harder in some areas to make it to the top.”

“You’re much nicer than Dr. Strange.”

Hoseok laughs. You notice that he leans backwards and holds his stomach, laughing with his whole body. You like it. People don’t often laugh with such abandon around you.

You take off your police officer hat and put it on the arm of the sofa. Next, you tug your feet under you and turn more towards Hoseok.

“Tell me more about yourself.”

He does. About his family, his hobbies, his job. After a little while, due to the fire’s warmth, Hoseok takes off his cape. Then his jacket. He’s only wearing a tanktop underneath, which shows off his defined arms and shoulders.

“Do you work out every day?”

“Almost. I try to get in a rest day here and there. Why?”

“Your arms are proof of your hard work. Nicely defined.”

You’ve never been one to play games. You’ve always preferred being straight forward. Hoseok looks surprised again.

“You like my arms?”

“Yes, I do. They’re very pleasing to look at. Don’t you get to hear that all the time at the dance studio? Tae says that your dance workout classes are mostly filled with women.”

“They are. I tend to give off scary dance teacher vibes during work hours.”

You look him up and down. He’s cute the way he is, sexy in a calm and somewhat introverted way. But angry Hoseok sounds like a threat to society. It sends a thrill through you.

“You do not look put off by that.”

“I’m not.”

You lean towards Hoseok a little and drop your voice until it is low, breathy and sultry.

“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I like a thrill. I like a bit of danger. Otherwise, I’d have chosen a different profession.”

“You’ll have to tell me about the ins and outs of that some other time.”

“Some other time?”

“Do you think Tae would kill me if I kiss one of his oldest friends?”

“Since you are his hyung, he’d probably only pout at you.”

“I can risk that.”

Hoseok leans forward and runs his hand up your arm. Goosebumps race over your skin. You place your hand on his thigh and lean a little closer. His smile is soft, his eyes wander to your lips.

His hand slides up to your neck. He outlines your throat with his fingers. They are very gentle. Your eyes close.

“You say ‘red’ and I stop whatever I’m doing instantly.”

“Mh, got it.”

Hoseok’s hand closes around your throat. The pressure he applies is barely there. It turns off the intelligent part of your brain. You grip his thigh harder as you start feeling a warm tightness in your lower stomach.

“You are stunning, Officer y/l/n, but I fear the power is on the side of the Avengers this time.”

“Do tell what that entails, Dr. Strange.”

“Ah, the exact terms are negotiable, officer.”

“I’ve had a long week, doc. I’m not particularly in the mood for lengthy negotiations.”

“Then let me take the lead.”

When you do not object, Hoseok leans forward and kisses you on the lips extremely gently. So softly, that it feels like a feather brushing against your lips.

He withdraws without taking it further. But you want way, way more now. You open your eyes. He’s watching you with those magma eyes.

His hand on your throat is still so loose that you can move forward and crash your lips against his. He matches the vigor of your kiss, kissing you back as if he were starved. His hand lets go of your throat and moves up to cup your cheek instead. His other hand goes around your waist and pulls you closer until you sit on his lap. Though you might have helped a little with that.

You run your hands up his well-muscled torso and rest them on his firm pecks. His hands wander restlessly up and down your back and ass. It’s like he can’t get you close enough.

You spread your legs further and slide forward until you’re practically sitting on his crotch. Hoseok sighs into the kiss. That gives you the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth and tangle it with his. You can feel him growing hard under you as you rub yourself sensitive against him.

When you break apart for a quick breath, Hoseok stills your hips.

“Can we get rid of a few layers of clothing? It’s starting to get really hot.”

He’s right. You crawl off of him, hurry to the door, lock it and return to the sofa. The fire is still burning, but the heating seems to be on a high level too. It’s not just the making out that has you burning from the inside.

You take off your shirt and pants and watch Hoseok throw away his tank top and unbutton his pants. You take a few steps until you are right in front of him.

“May I touch?”

You eye his black boxer shorts.

“Goodness, yes please.”

You run your hand over his bulge. His head falls backwards, his mouth open. You keep working him through his underwear. His Adam’s apple bobs as he pants. You lean in and place a kiss on his throat. His neck smells delicious. You need more of it.

While you slide your hand inside his boxers to finally touch him fully, you leave little marks along his neck and shoulder. You enjoy the way his breath catches whenever you run your thumb over his head.

“Maybe you are the one with the power after all, sweetheart.”

You tighten your grip on his dick, moving up and down faster. His breathing comes in shallow huffs now.

“I can’t… much longer… I…”

You kneel, pull down his boxer shorts and take his dick in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his head before taking him in as far as possible.

“Ah, y/n.”

He buries his hand in your hair and pulls on it. You like the mild stinging sensation. It only takes a few of his thrusts until he spills his cum onto your tongue. You keep swallowing and clean him up.

His eyelids are heavy when he withdraws, and you look up at him again. He pulls you up with such ease, as if you were a doll, and gives you a kiss that feels warm like molten chocolate and very, very intimate.

“Would you like if I reciprocate?”

“I would like it, but don’t feel obliged to do so.”

“It’s not an obligation. It’s a reward.” He gives you a little bit of a side eye as he says it. You smile.

“A reward for how well I’ve done?”

“No, though you did very, very well. A reward for me. For somehow managing to find the most interesting and beautiful woman of the entire evening and not boring her to death.”

“Mister, you definitely need to work on your self-talk.”

Hoseok nibbles on your ear. It feels surprisingly pleasant.

“I have a tendency to ramble when I feel awkward or uncomfortable. Rambling is pretty boring.”

“Maybe you have to think about who you are surrounded by if you feel uncomfortable around them.”

He moves on to your neck and finds a particularly sensitive spot. You press your body against his. One of his hands finds the clasp of your bra and opens it. You let the bra slide down your arms and throw it to the side. Rubbing your nipples against his muscled chest feels amazing.

“I’ll be hard again in two minutes if you keep going like that.”

You only giggle.

His mouth moves further down to your chest. He runs his lips over your now perky nipple. You whine at how nice it feels, your eyebrows drawing together in a frown.

Hoseok blows on your nipple, which makes your squirm. You’re so turned on by now that your underwear is soaked through. If he doesn’t get there soon, you’ll have to make him.

“Very pretty.” He traces the tattoo under your boob with his tongue.

While he holds you in place with one hand, his other goes to your nipple and gives it a few experimental twists. You arch into his touch. He keeps going until you can barely bear it anymore, the heat in your lower belly almost burning you up. Then, suddenly, he isn’t touching your anymore.

“You, you!”

Your eyes snap open. Hoseok is standing in front of you. An indulging smile is on his lips.

“Don’t edge me again.”

“Not tonight.”

His hands wander to your panties. He runs two fingers over your pussy and clearly feels the wetness.

The magma in his eyes turns to black fire. He hooks two fingers into the waistband and drops your panties to the floor.

“Sit down, sweetheart.”

You sit down on the sofa and spread your legs, so Hoseok has enough space to kneel down between them. He does and buries his nose in your pussy.

“Goodness, you smell nice.”

He withdraws a tiny bit and licks over your slit. You squirm, already sensitive. Thanks to him edging you before, it won’t take long.

His tongue finds your clit and he dives in as if he were making out with it. It has you seeing stars and gripping his hair as if it were the last things that were keeping you from drowning.

You are really close, pulling on his hair and panting like you’d run a 5k, when he pushes a finger into you. You’re so wet and relaxed that there is zero resistance. So he adds a second finger. He curls them and, after a few experimental probes, finds the right spot in you and taps it.

The sensation feels so overwhelming a tear slides down your cheek. You whine, you moan, you beg, though you don’t know what for.

Finally, everything in you tightens and then releases again and again. Until you are a boneless mess.

Hoseok pulls out his fingers and kisses a trail up your stomach.

“You look exhausted.”

“That. And content.”

The two of you kiss. Then he sits down next to you on the sofa and pulls you into a hug. You snuggle into his chest. He’s hard again, but you’re too tired to care right now. Aside from enjoying the view.

"How about, once you’ve rested up a bit, we go downstairs for a few more minutes and then leave? My place is quite close. We can chat, or have sex, or cuddle. I’m open for almost anything.”

“I like the sounds of that.” You sling your arm around his waist and close your eyes. “A few more minutes.”

“Whatever you need, sweetheart.”

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#bts smut #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts fanfic #female y/n #female reader #hobi smut #hoseok smut #hoseok #hobi x reader #hobi x y/n #strangers to lovers #halloween

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BTS Halloween party – king and queen

Non-idol!Namjoon x fem!reader

Summary: At the party, Namjoon makes you feel hot. He walks you home, thinking you are unwell. Will you take the chance and finally jump him?

Themes/warnings: smut with a bit of plot at the beginning, alcohol, unprotected sex, nipple play, fingering, handjob, friends to lovers

Wordcount: ca. 1.9k

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

Since you helped put together the party’s snacks, you’ve been there for a while when the first guests start arriving.

Taehyung, tonight’s host, lets in and greets the first few himself. Until he gets so busy hosting and chatting, that someone else has to take over.

You watch, leaning in against the kitchen doorframe. Yoongi mixed you your favorite mocktail earlier already. He’s a good friend.

You’re about to return to the kitchen and rearrange the decorations when you spot Namjoon. He sticks out on a daily basis. But today, with a golden crown atop his dark hair and dressed as a king, your knees feel weak.

Quickly, you walk into the kitchen and sit down on one of the chairs. This should not be happening. You feel a bit too warm and have to brush a bead of sweat away from your chest. You should not be lusting after one of your oldest friends. Except, that it is much more than lust.

You press your forehead against the cool glass of your drink. Thank goodness Yoongi was generous with the ice cubes, as usual.

“Hey, y/n.”

You almost drop your glass.

“Hi, Namjoon.”

You lower the glass and look at him. Instead of hovering over the snacks, which would be the normal things for him to do, he has stopped in front of you.

“Are you okay? You look a bit hot.”

“Oh, it’s just the dress. I’ve been working in the kitchen for a while.”

“You did the snack bar again?” He sounds excited like a kid on Christmas.

“Yes.”

His smile vanishes again as his eyes return to your red cheeks.

“Maybe a multi-layered princess dress was not the best option for a party inside.”

Namjoon looks you up and down. His eyes follow another bead of sweat that runs down your chest and disappears between your boobs. As he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobs.

You can’t meet his eyes. No way. This will end horribly if you do.

You put aside your drink and get up. Except that you have miscalculated how close he is. Your chest touches his. You open your mouth and close it again, feeling stupid.

You have to meet his eyes. His pupils are nearly double their normal size. His lips are slightly parted. Now you feel hot and cold at the same time.

You barely register that his hands have gone to your sides, making sure you stay upright in case you don’t feel well.

“I’m fine. Really.”

“Did you drive or walk here?”

“My sister dropped me off. She has the car tonight.”

“I’ll walk you home. I think you might be coming down with the flu or something.”

The Namjoon flu, if anything. You find yourself nodding, even though you shouldn’t. You’re perfectly healthy. The reason for your near fever is standing right in front of you.

“Then, let’s go.”

Five minutes later you’re out on the sidewalk, heading towards your apartment complex.

“If you feel dizzy, just hold onto me.”

“Alright.”

Except that now, out in the cool October air, you feel fine. Certain parts of you might still feel a bit warm and tingly when you look at king Namjoon, but your mind is clearer again.

“How is your sister doing?”

“Very well. She got promoted recently and now gets to travel around a lot more. That’s what she’s doing right now. She’s at a conference all weekend.”

“That sounds like fun.”

“For her it is.”

“So you have the apartment to yourself all weekend? How does that feel?”

“Good and bad. I like her presence, mostly. But sometimes, this kind of separation is very, very welcome.”

“I hear you. I have a sister too, after all.”

You casually chat about family for the remaining ten minutes until you reach the apartment building.

Namjoon accompanies you to your apartment, up on the third floor. You unlock and open the door. The smell of the vanilla cookies you baked in the afternoon encases both of you.

“You baked?”

“Yes. I usually do so on the weekend.”

You know that you’re playing with fire, but you proceed anyways. You take Namjoon’s hand and pull him inside the apartment with you.

“Have a cookie. Or two. That’s the least I can do for you walking me back here.”

“You know that was not meant to be transactional.”

“I do. See it as a well-deserved reward, then.”

Namjoon closes the door behind himself.

“Okay. I really, really like your cookies.”

You let go of Namjoon and slide out of your shoes. He does the same, takes off his crown and then follows you into the kitchen. You put the container full of cookies on the kitchen table and gesture him towards it.

Namjoon goes through a cookie before even sitting down.

In the meantime, you take your hair down and undo the complicated braids you’d put into it earlier. Your scalp tingles from how good it feels.

“Could you help me open the dress? I’d like to change.”

“Of course.”

Namjoon jumps up and brushes crumbs off his hands. He’s probably had half a dozen cookies by now and you’re happy he’s enjoying them so much.

Gently, Namjoon brushes aside your hair.

“How do I open this?”

“It’s a lace up corset. Open the little bow and then slowly loosen the corset all the way.”

He does just that, this fingers surprisingly quick and nimble.

“Does it hurt, being in a corset?”

“No. I mean, if one made it too tight, it might. But when it’s done the right way, it’s fine.”

“Your hair smells like vanilla too.”

“That happens when I’m baking.”

Namjoon inhales deeply at your neck. It tickles and you giggle.

“I think I can’t open it further without it sliding off you.”

You turn your head, now serious again. He’s looking at your lips.

“Please open it a little further. I can’t get out completely like this.”

“Y/n…”

“Please?”

Namjoon sighs. You turn back around. His lips land softly on your neck as his fingers keep widening the corset strings.

His lips leave your neck again.

“Please, don’t stop.”

You can feel his hesitation. You catch his hands and guide them to your front, running them up and down your torso and chest. His breathing against your ear is much faster now, a little ragged. Even through the layers of clothing you can feel him react.

The corset is loose enough that Namjoon can slide his hand into it and run his thumb over your nipple. You arch into him. He covers your neck with sloppy kisses.

You shimmy out of the dress and stand there in only your panties.

Namjoon runs one hand down your stomach, exploring your body.

“Your skin feels like peaches. So soft.”

Which reminds you of all the summers you have watched him devour peaches, their juice dripping down his chin.

“More”, you breathe.

His hand disappears into your panties. It only takes him a moment to find your clit. He taps it in a way that makes you legs turn into jelly.

You cling onto his arm for support, gasping as the heat grows in your lower belly.

“If you want anything ever, you tell me.”

“Keep going. Just like that.”

So he does. And keeps on doing so until the release of an orgasm makes you go limp. Namjoon holds you upright.

“Y/n?”

“Mh?”

“I have been in love with you for a long time. Is there a chance you reciprocate these feelings?”

“Same. My sister keeps threatening me that if I don’t tell you, she’ll tell you herself.”

“So, does that mean… We could date?”

“Yeah. I’m free tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night it is.”

“But, Namjoon.”

You slowly turn, stepping out of your dress. Now you are face to face with him. Well, almost, since he is taller than you.

“I want you inside of me tonight. I can’t wait until tomorrow.”

To underline your intentions, you reach for the bulge in his slacks. His dick feels huge through the fabric. You know that even in your already relaxed state it will take some adjusting.

Namjoon’s lips part in a sigh as you run your hand up and down his length. He looks beautiful like that. You lean forward and kiss him. He kisses you back gently, but it’s clear that his focus is elsewhere.

You draw back.

“Two options. Either you undress yourself and I keep doing that or I undress you and stop.”

“Number one.”

Namjoon tosses off his coat, unbuttons his shirt and throws it onto the growing heap. You have to stop for a moment so he can open his pants and step out of them, but when he comes back in for a kiss, you dip your hand into his underwear and rub over the smooth skin. He moans into the kiss. The sounds he makes turn you on even more.

You walk him backwards until his ass hits the kitchen table. Namjoon breaks the kiss this time.

“Here?”

“Yes, and right now. We can spend the rest of the night in bed.”

You bend yourself over the kitchen table, glad for once that it is so big and sturdy, and stick your butt up in the air.

“Please, Namjoon. I feel so empty.”

“Anything, honey. Anything for you.”

You feel his girthy head press against your entrance. He can only slide halfway in, because you are a little tight.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. Just maybe not relaxed enough to take all of you. You’re big.”

“We’ll take our time.”

His hand moves to your clit and he draws tiny circles on it. It takes a bit, but he can finally slide in smoothly as you squirm, on the edge of another orgasm.

“Namjoon. Please.”

You don’t know what exactly you are begging for, but he keeps playing with your clit, pushing in and out slowly until you arch your back, squeezing him so much that he has to stop moving.

Once you come down from your high, you slump onto the table.

“Mh, Namjoon. Please, start moving again. I want to feel you in me without my brain being on standby.”

Namjoon chuckles, resuming the slow, steady thrusts.

You enjoy this position. He hits all the right spots, making your body feel warm and tight with pleasure.

Quite soon, Namjoon’s thrusts become more erratic, sloppier. He folds over you, his chest against your back, mumbling nonsense until his hips still.

After a few shaky breaths, his heartbeat, which you can feel against your back, slowly returns to normal. And so does his brain.

He kisses your cheek before slowly pulling out of you. You can feel his cum trickle down the inside of your thighs. With him gone, your back feels a bit chilly.

“Were you serious when you said all night?”

“Yes.”

“Then I think we should shower next. Or perhaps cuddle, test out your bed and then shower?”

“I like option two.”

You straighten up and turn around to him. His cheeks are flushed, his hair is a mess, and he has never looked more beautiful to you.

You hug him tightly. Namjoon hugs you back without hesitation, his strength and warmth enveloping you.

“I really, really, really like you, Namjoon.”

“I really, really, really like you too, y/n.”

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#bts x reader #bts smut #bts imagines #bts fanfic #female y/n #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #namjoon smut #namjoon #friends to lovers #halloween #bts ff

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musicloverxoxo7 · 7 months

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BTS Halloween party – Bite me

Non-idol!Jimin x fem!reader

Summary: You have been friends with Jimin for a while. But now at a Halloween party together, things go further than ever before. Will either of you stop?

Themes/warnings: smut with a bit of plot at the beginning, alcohol, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, nipple play, friends to lovers

Wordcount: ca. 2.5k

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

You’re dressed as Scarlet Witch for the Halloween party Taehyung is throwing. You love Marvel.

“I bet Jungkook will be dressed as Iron Man”, one of your friends says and giggles. She’s had a crush on the guy for ages.

“99% sure”, you agree.

You walk up to the house the party is taking place in and ring the doorbell. When Taehyung called you and asked you to come, you couldn’t say no. He throws amazing, tasteful parties with just the right amount of casual fun.

Someone you don’t know opens the door and lets you in. Probably one of Taehyung’s friends. He has so many. You and your friends follow inside.

The decorations are black and gold with a hint of red and orange. Very elegant, exactly Taehyung’s style.

“If you want anything to drink, Yoongi is manning the bar at the moment. Feel free to eat, drink, dance, whatever you want. See you later”, he winks at you as the door rings again. A smooth system to keep the party going.

“I’m going for a drink first”, you say. None of your friends follow. One heads off to find Taehyung, the rest drift off to chat with people they recognize. You shrug your shoulders and head to the bar.

Yoongi hands a pretty cocktail to a woman dressed like Supergirl. You feel like you’re interrupting a moment and hover in the background until the women leaves.

“Ah, y/n, what do you want tonight?”

“She’s probably out for blood. But only my blood.” Chuckling, Jimin sidles up beside you. He’s dressed up as a vampire with fake pointy teeth, dark make-up around his eyes and a black button-up that is sinfully wide open.

“Red wine as usual, y/n?”

“Yes, please.”

You’ve known the guys for nearly decade, so they know you well. Yoongi pours you the wine and refreshes Jimin’s drink. The two off you walk away after to make room for all the people who suddenly are in need of a beverage.

“Nice costume”, you say.

“Yours is good as well.”

Jimin looks you up and down.

“Thanks.”

You feel strangely tingly all of a sudden.

“Oh, y/n! Hey!”

Taehyung comes up to you and slings his arm around you. You hug. Jimin’s face looks a bit sour when you pull apart again.

“Please, y/n, dance with me. I’m trying to dance with every woman tonight.”

You glance at Jimin, but he averts his eyes.

“Alright. I’ll dance with you. See you later, Jimin.”

“Later”, he grumbles and slinks off.

“Is something wrong with him today”, you ask as Taehyung leads you to the dance floor in the living room.

“Nothing more than usual, I think.” You hit Taehyung in the arm. He smiles in his cute, boxy way. “You should go check after the dance, maybe.”

“Maybe.”

The two of you have a blast dancing to Thriller by Michael Jackson and then a song you’ve never heard before. After four songs, you remember that Jimin was being weird. You do one more song and then push one of your friends at Taehyung. He doesn’t seem to mind, even though a slow song has come on.

You head off to find Jimin. He definitely isn’t on the dance floor. Next you check the bar and snack station. No trace of him there either.

You’re about to head out of the kitchen, where all the snacks are, when you spot a lone figure on the terrace. One with a slim waist and thick thighs that reminds you of Jimin. You open the terrace door, which doesn’t creek. Jimin still turns around.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey.”

You step up next to him. A chilly breeze blows around the house, making goosebumps erupt all over your arms.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are we okay?”

Jimin doesn’t answer immediately, so you look at him. It’s very hard to say what he’s thinking.

“Do you like Taehyung?”

“Of course, I do. He’s my friend.”

“I meant if you like him as more than a friend.”

“No, I don’t.”

You say it without hesitation or second thought, because it’s the truth.

“Okay. Just asking.”

“Come back inside, Jimin. It’s cold out here.”

Jimin smiles at you.

“Can I bite you before we go inside?”

“Bite me?”

You’re taken aback. Jimin laughs at your surprised face. But not in a mocking way.

“I’m a vampire, remember? I have to bite people to get energy. And I’m feeling a bit drained right now.”

Now it’s your turn to laugh. You and your friends truly are a weird bunch.

“Go ahead. I hope my blood tastes like strawberries, for your sake.”

Jimin puts his arm around your waist and pulls you closer. He pushes your hair to the side, exposing your neck. You shiver, but it’s not because of the cold.

His lips are gentle when they touch your skin. When they move away a heartbeat later, you feel naked. Cheated.

“That was you biting me? What kind of a vampire are you?”

“Sorry, wrong spot.”

His lips come down on your neck again, with more pressure. You feel his tongue on your skin. You hold your breath. Without your brain consciously deciding to do so, your hands land on his chest. Thanks to the many opened buttons, you get to feel some warm skin.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!”

Jimin moves along your neck, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses. You melt into him.

When he stops and comes face to face with you, your mind starts working again. Somewhat.

“You lost your pointy teeth, Count Dracula.”

“As a modern-day vampire, they only come out when I’m out for blood.”

You smile at him. He smiles back. The cute, one-sided dimple smile that makes his eyes almost disappear.

“May I kiss you, y/n?”

Instead of answering, you grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer until your lips meet. His lips are soft, warm and he tastes of Coke.

You pull back again.

“You weren’t drinking alcohol?”

“No. I wanted to be able to drive people home if they needed it.”

“I like that you’re so kind and considerate.”

Jimin bites his lip. They are red from the kiss.

“I think we should kiss again.”

He doesn’t need telling twice. With one arm tightly around your waist, Jimin backs you against one of the pillars that holds up the terrace’s roof. Your bodies pressed together, he kisses you like there is no tomorrow. Your hand finds its way inside his shirt. You can feel his strong chest muscles, the beating of his heart under your palm.

You slide your other hand down to his belt, to hold him as close as physically possible. A few more seconds, then he draws back, running a hand through his beautiful dark hair.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

You frown at him.

“Uncomfortable? I was very comfortable, actually.”

Jimin, his cheeks slightly flushed, points downwards. Your eyes easily find the dent in his jeans, which seems to be growing by the second. You smile as you keep looking at it.

“I didn’t notice. I was too focused on feeling up your chest and enjoying the kiss. And I’m not uncomfortable at all.”

You grab Jimin’s arm and pull him closer. His body heat envelops you again, which feels nice.

“If a kiss is all you want, that’s okay. I personally wouldn’t mind taking it further. But only if you are comfortable with it too.”

“It’s not weird for you? We have been friends for so long.”

“No, it’s not weird. If we want to be more than friends, why shouldn’t we?”

It’s like a switch is flicked inside Jimin. His eyes turn to molten chocolate and his lips relax into a sexy smile. You swallow hard.

“Thank you for making me feel at ease.” His arm goes around your waist, pulling you so close again, that you can feel his hardness against your stomach. “If you want to stop at any point, tell me.”

His lips brush along your neck again. You sigh. With one hand, you tug free his shirt from his pants and slide your hand under. The muscles of his stomach are hard and warm under your hand. Your other hand goes to his ass.

Jimin claims your lips in another kiss. This one is less rough and messy, more measured and much more intense. His free hand slides up your side until he can brush over your nipple with his thumb. You whimper into the kiss. He repeats the motion until you feel like you might implode. You cling onto his ass for dear life.

Jimin finally draws back again. His hair is messy and his pupils are blown out. He looks absolutely stunning.

“I, uhm, live just down the road. Should we go there and continue this? I’d much rather do this with my mouth than my fingers.”

“Let’s go.”

You grab his hand and drag him along.

“Also, I know where you live. I was there literally last week, silly.”

“Right. And you helped me look at it when I thought of buying it.”

“That too.”

The ten-minute walk you spend mostly talking about life. Talking has always been easy for the two of you. You never run out of topics. Twice, you stop to make out some more.

As soon as the door is closed and the light is on in Jimin’s house, you pounce on each other. A trail of clothes follows you to the bedroom, which you helped him repaint and redecorate last year after a break-up.

By the time Jimin gently lays you down on his bed, you’re both naked. You reach out and run your hand along his shaft. His breath catches when you move up to the frenulum and head. A pearl of precum leaks out. You lean forward and lick it off. You blink up at him, your hand still wrapped around the satiny skin.

“Baby, please. Take it slow, okay? I don’t want to be the first one to cum tonight.”

“Okay.”

You let go and lie back down, spreading your legs in the process.

His eyes dart back and forth between your perky nipples and pussy now on full display. You smile. Finally, he settles on your boobs and covers your body with his to reach your nipple. He plays with it with his tongue a little first, driving you near insane.

Then he takes your nipple into his mouth and performs literal magic. You cum way too quickly, pulling on his hair as if your life depended on it.

His smiles up at you once he’s unlatched. You only manage a sleepy smile in return. Jimin moves lower, trailing kisses along your stomach, down your thighs. He leaves tiny suction marks on the insides of your thighs. It feels wonderful, being worshipped this way. Your mind is clearing up a little right when he dives in to suck on your clit.

He’s not playing around. He keeps attacking your clit in the best possible way and with barely a moment to breathe in between. Your thighs want to squeeze shut around his head, but he keeps them apart with his arms. Your heels and fingernails dig into the mattress. You whine and moan, unable to form a coherent thought.

The coil in your stomach tightens and tightens until your eyes roll upwards, your toes curl and you cum again.

Jimin, quick at learning to read your body, stops his ministrations as the waves stop rolling through your body and you slump into the mattress, exhausted.

He crawls up the length of the bed and lies down next to you.

“You’re really good at this.”

You turn your head to the side and look at him.

“You look a bit tired now.”

“I mean, yeah, a little.”

“Do you want to sleep?”

“Soon.”

You yawn. Jimin kisses the tip of your nose. You’re asleep before he manages to pull the blanket up around you.

You wake up enveloped in warmth. The clock on the bedside table reads 5:36 AM. Jimin’s arm is draped around your waist. You can feel his soft, even breathing against your neck.

Against your lower back, you can feel his hardness. Memories of the previous evening replay in your mind. The way he took care of you. The skilled ways of his tongue and mouth. How you got off, but he didn’t.

You still haven’t felt him inside of you. The thought makes you squeeze your thighs together. The soft, satin skin of his head when you licked it last night. You let your hand wander between your thighs to craw circles on your clit. You know you’re too horny to go right back to sleep.

You keep as quiet as you can, trying to not move your hips. The orgasm comes quite quickly and you bite your lip so you make no sound.

“Anything I can help you with, baby?”

Jimin’s voice is a sexy, sleepy whisper, his voice low and smooth like honey. He runs his hand down your side to your hip.

“Sorry I woke you.”

“I think it was more my dick that woke me.”

You let out a giggle.

“What is off-limits”, you finally ask.

Jimin is silent for a moment. Probably thinking.

“Nothing.”

“Anything right now?”

“I’d prefer not to get out of bed right now.”

“Ditto.”

Both of you laugh.

You spread your legs, reach for his dick and position it at your entrance. Then you slowly push your hips back towards him. Jimin lets you, his breath hitching a few times.

“When you asked me if anything was off-limits, I thought you had something wild in mind.”

“Just wanted to be on the safe side.”

He is fully enveloped in your warmth now, filling you nicely. Jimin takes a few deep breaths.

“You feel good, baby.”

He kisses your shoulder. Then, he sets a slow pace. While you play with your clit, he hits just the right spot.

The occasional low moan of Jimin turns you on even more. If this isn’t the perfect way to spend the early morning, you don’t know what is.

Though he still moves at the same slow pace, you notice when Jimin’s movement becomes sloppier. You arch your hips a little more, taking him even deeper.

“Jimin, harder, please.”

He complies. And has you seeing stars with a few hard thrusts. The orgasm washes over you, having you contract around him repeatedly. Jimin lets out a grunt and spills within you.

Despite the position, you’re both breathing heavily. It takes a hot minute until your pulses return to normal. Jimin slings his arm around you, resting his hand on one of your boobs. You lie like that for a bit.

“I really like you, y/n.”

“I really like you too.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

Jimin gives you a kiss on the cheek before letting go and slowly easing out of you.

“Stay like that, baby. I’ll bring a washcloth and towel to clean up.”

A few minutes later, as you cuddle into Jimin’s chest, your hand above his heart, you think that this is the best Halloween ever.

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Professor Kim’s Teaching assistant

Professor!Namjoon x fem!reader

Summary: You feel drawn to the new professor like to nobody else. Does he reciprocate that feeling? How far will you take it?

Themes/warnings: smut with a bit of plot at the beginning, age difference (reader is Master student, so ca 5 years), hand job, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, y/n has mild dom tendencies, tied up hands, nipple play

Wordcount: ca. 3300 words

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

“I want to use the last 5 minutes to discuss the topic that will occupy next lesson. Greek mythology in Harry Potter.”

When this new course opened the previous semester, you’d been dying to get a space. Which you finally did the second time around. But now that you’re sitting in Professor Kim’s course, you are bored. Either you know too much about literature or your minds are too alike. You already know almost all the stuff he talks about, while everyone else is in awe at his creative angles.

You raise your hand. Professor Kim looks around. Since none of the other 15 students want to say anything, he gets back to you with a sigh.

“Go ahead, Ms y/l/n.”

It’s almost always a conversation between just the two of you. It has been like that the entire semester.

“For one, there are all the beasts and magical creatures that J.K. Rowling involved in her magical universe. Things like the chimera, centaurs, Cerberus. Aside from that we also have characters in the book named after actual mythological beings, not just Greek, but also Roman.”

“That is correct. Could you give an example? Greek or Roman.”

“Take Remus Lupin for example. Roman legends say that Romulus and Remus were twins that were tasked with building a city. The short version is that Romulus got to build it and named it after himself, of course. Mythology says that they were raised by a she-wolf. I consider this fact of importance, since Remus Lupin is a werewolf.”

“Accurate. Everyone, until next week, if you haven’t done so yet, please read Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s stone. Ms y/l/n, my office, please.”

You file out of the classroom with the other students and head to Professor Kim’s office. You have no idea why he’d want to talk to you. He’s never asked you to his office before.

Professor Kim appears a minute after you, his glasses askew and his hair a slight mess. Same as usual.

You smile just a tiny bit. You’d definitely straighten out those glasses. But you’d definitely leave the messy hair be.

“Please, Ms y/l/n, come in. Would you like something to drink? I have tea, coffee or water.”

You sit down at the corner of his desk as he makes himself a cup of coffee.

“I’m good, thank you. Why am I here?”

He waits until the coffee machine is done, then leans against the cupboard on which it stands. His pecks are on display like that, and you give yourself a second to admire them.

“I want to discuss your future. You are exceptional in the field I teach.”

“I just like reading a lot and finding out what could have been behind it.”

You shrug your shoulders.

“Have you considered doing a PhD and becoming a professor?”

“Maybe.”

“You don’t have to share with me, y/n, if you don’t want to. I merely wanted to offer you my assistance, in case you’d like it.”

Maybe it is because he’s trying so hard. Maybe because this is the first time he has called you by your first name.

“I did consider it for a while. But I had a professor last semester who said they’d do whatever it takes so I don’t get in anywhere as a PhD student.”

“What?”

Professor Kim moves so abruptly that he spills coffee all over his chest. Thanks to your long talk it’s only warm anymore, but he still curses. He puts the cup aside. It gives you a full frontal of his chest, including dark nipples that strain against the fabric.

You jump into action helping him clean up, because otherwise you might do something stupid. Something stupid like burying your face in his chest.

“Take it off.”

“It’s beyond saving. I never get coffee out.”

“Take it off. I’ll do it.”

He doesn’t even turn away to unbutton the shirt. When he tugs the rest of the shirt out of his pants to get the last 2 buttons, you have to cling to your composure very tightly. He hands you the shirt and you put it in the tiny sink in his office.

With the cold water and the immediacy of your reaction, the stain is out in next to no time.

“Et voila.”

You hold up the dripping shirt. No stain left on the light blue fabric. Your smile wavers when you see that Professor Kim is still standing there shirtless. His caramel skin looks like it is supposed to be savored slowly and explored extensively.

“Was it Lim?”

“Huh?”

“Did Professor Lim tell you those terrible things?”

“Oh, well…”

“Y/n!”

“Okay, yes, he did.”

Professor Kim sighs deeply. He straightens out his glasses and walks over to his desk.

“He hates women that are smarter than him. Especially if they are also beautiful. He’s an insecure pig. Time for some measures.”

“What? No!”

You are at the desk with 2 quick steps, your hand on Professor Kim’s upper arm. He looks up slowly from what he was writing, his eyes not focused on your hand but on your eyes.

“Y/n, if you want to go to university for a PhD, I will help you.”

“Okay, then help me. But please, let’s try to keep Professor Lim out of this for as long as possible. He won’t be able to do anything if he finds out last minute.”

Professor Kim straightens up and you finally let go of his arm. You’re a little sad, because it felt very nice. Strong and warm.

“How about you become my TA in the meantime, for your last semester here? That way we would have a valid excuse for spending some time together. Time we will mostly spend on prepping you for that PhD and the application process.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Professor Kim looks at his shirt in your arm and then his naked torso.

“I forgot I wasn’t wearing a shirt. Sorry about that.”

He grabs a jacket from a stand in the corner and buttons it up. This way, he is mostly covered up again. What a shame. You’d grown used to seeing him shirtless by now.

“And one more thing, y/n.”

“What?”

“Please call me Namjoon. Teaching assistants and their professors are almost always on first name terms.”

You hand him back the moist shirt.

“Got it. The shirt should be fine now. But please give it a wash in the washing machine as well.”

“Thank you for your help. I’ll remember that for next time.”

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As it turns out, Professor Kim – no, Namjoon – spills something quite regularly. No matter how elegant he looks, he can be quite clumsy. The following week you end up washing coke out of his shirt. The week after hot cocoa. You end up almost getting too comfortable with seeing him shirtless.

Being a TA is turning out to be quite fun and not all that much work, since Namjoon does not hold that many courses this semester.

The day comes when you get accepted into 3 different PhD programs at very prestigious universities. They are out of Professor Lim’s league, so he doesn’t dare mess with you. And finally, your graduation day arrives.

After a beautiful graduation ceremony, you have dinner with your mom and granny. Granny urges you to get married and mom wants you to finally start working full-time. They both talk way too much about your brother and sister and their little families.

Afterwards, you are in dire need of a drink. You end up in a poorly lit bar two houses down from the restaurant. Surprisingly, it smells like peppermint and lime in there. You sit down at the bar and order your favorite drink.

“Long day?”

Namjoon turns to you. You sat down on his right side without even noticing him there. You notice that the top 3 buttons of his shirt are open, and the sleeves pushed upwards. Your mind wants to go in some dirty directions, but you don’t let it.

Thankfully, the bartender puts down the drink in front of you right that moment.

“Kind of. Beautiful, but also laden. Like a landmine.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“Sounds like family.”

Namjoon snorts into his drink.

“No matter how much I love my family, I understand what you mean. What did they say to you getting into the 3 best universities in the country?”

“Haven’t told them. They’d be livid that I haven’t gotten married or taken a full time, highly paid positions somewhere yet.”

“You’ll probably have to tell them sometime.”

“Yeah, sometime. I only see them once or twice a year and that’s soon enough for me.”

You let out a long, heavy sigh.

“You want to sit down in an alcove?”

“Sure.”

You move to an empty one with your drinks. The lighting is different here. Warmer, sexier. Namjoon’s dimples look like they want to pull you closer to him. You have a hard time resisting.

“Now that I’m no longer your professor, I’d still like to at least stay friends with you.”

“Of course. It’s thanks to you that I got to this point.”

“Not really. I only guided you a little. But thanks to you I now know how to clean almost all stains out of my shirts.”

You smile. That is true.

“I didn’t mind.”

You don’t because you find his clumsiness endearing. And also, because you got to see him shirtless on a weekly basis. Which was worth the effort.

Namjoon smiles. And something in that smile tells you that he knows.

You fidget a little. Since the nook is small and the bench short, your arm touches his in the process. You withdraw your arm and sit still again.

“I will miss having you around nearly every day. Of course, you were a great help, but mostly your presence is very stimulating to my mind.”

“Well, you wanted to be friends, so we will still get to see each other.”

“Of course. But that won’t be the same, will it?”

“I suppose not.”

Namjoon takes another sip of beer. When he leans back again, his cheeks are a faint strawberry color. You keep your eyes on him. He doesn’t look at you, though, but far into the distance.

“I am a very clumsy person. Which you know.”

“Yes.”

“I do spill drinks on myself quite regularly.”

“I know.”

“But maybe not quite so often. More like once or twice a month.”

“What are you saying?”

You’re still looking at him and he finally meets your eyes.

“I wanted to be close to you. The way you looked at my chest whenever I took of my shirt... I hoped you’d make a move on me someday.”

“Wait what?”

“Ridiculous, I know. You have marvelous self-restraint. And perhaps you only enjoy pecks in general, not specifically me as a person.”

His eyes are honest, with a hint of vulnerability. You hold his gaze for a few moments, then your eyes move down to his pecks. His shirt today is just the right amount of tight. But the fabric is midnight blue, so you cannot see through it.

You bite your bottom lip. You do like Namjoon as a person.

“I do like pecks. But yours are particularly… delectable.”

You slowly look up at him again. His dimples are showing. You move your hand up and gently poke one of his dimples with your finger. When you withdraw your hand again, Namjoon catches it and blows a kiss on your fingertip.

Butterflies flutter through your stomach. You move a little closer and put your hand on his thigh. He does not object. When you stroke up and down his thigh, his breathing becomes a little labored.

Encouraged by your bold movements, Namjoon leans forward and touches his lips to yours. You deepen the kiss. He tastes like peppermint and beer.

You break apart after what could have been seconds or hours.

“Would you like to disappear from here? My apartment is just down the road. If you aren’t ready, though, we can postpone that.”

You take him by the hand and pull him out of the alcove. Thank goodness the drinks are already paid for.

The warm summer air outside caresses your legs and arms. Namjoon takes your hand and guides you to his place. On the way you talk about books, as usual.

Only once the door to his apartment closes behind him do things change again. You’ve barely taken off your shoes when Namjoon grabs your waist and pulls you against him. This kiss is much less restrained and civil than the one in the bar.

You melt into him, your hands on his firm pecks. You run your hands over them, making sure to also caress his nipples gently. Every time you give them a twist, his breath catches. Finally, you can’t take it anymore and unbutton his shirt. He does not stop you.

Once you have peeled the shirt off him, you let your hands roam over his entire upper body. He gives you time to explore while keeping his hands at your waist.

When you break apart for a breather, Namjoon smiles.

“This kind of curiosity will bring you far anywhere, y/n.”

You giggle. Even in a situation like this, he can’t help but think of work and books.

“I hope it can also bring me as far as your bedroom.”

“If that is where you want to be, definitely.”

He walks to the bedroom door and pushes it open. You walk inside past him and turn on the light. There are beautiful paintings on the wall. The bed isn’t made, but overall, the room is very clean and organized.

You turn back to Namjoon.

“I love the interior design. I want a painting tour later on.”

“Whatever you wish, y/n.”

You put your hands on his belt buckle and open it.

“IF there is anything you don’t like, tell me to stop. Ditto for if it’s too much.”

“Who is the teacher here?”

You smirk up at him.

“Tonight, I think it’s me. But I’m always willing to switch roles.”

You pull the belt out of his pants.

“Lie down.”

He does.

“Put up your hands.”

He follows your instructions again. You tie his hands to the head of the bed with his belt.

“I’ll untie you whenever you want. Just say the word.”

“Got it. But I’m feeling pretty comfortable right now.”

You unzip your dress and drop it on the floor before crawling on the bed. Namjoon lies stretched out, the muscles in his arms and torso prominent. You sit down on his lower belly and give him a kiss.

“This could take a while.”

And it does. You start with feathery kisses on his dimples and then move down his neck. You are very tempted to leave marks there, but that wouldn’t be good for a professor who has to teach his students tomorrow.

So instead, you suck a mark into his bulging upper arm. You gently scratch your teeth over the inside of his forearm. That has goosebumps running over his arms. You bite down on the inside of his palm.

By then you’ve teased enough and move down to his chest. His gorgeous chest. Finally, you get to touch and savor. You place sloppy kisses all over his pecks. Namjoon watches you with hooded eyes. When you run your lips over his nipples, his eyes cross. You do it again and add a little tongue. He huffs out a breath.

You keep up the ministrations for another minute or two until you move down his stomach. You leave tiny bites there, which has his stomach muscles contracting like crazy.

You unzip his slacks.

“Hips up.”

He does and you pull the slacks and underwear down. As you already felt earlier, he is fully erected. You run your hand up the shaft and pay special attention to the frenulum. Namjoon takes a shuddering breath. Your thumb draws a circle around his slit.

“Baby, stop torturing me.”

“Are you in pain?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Namjoon sighs.

“Goodness, no.”

“Then stop complaining or I’ll gag you next.”

You smile up at him.

Then you lower your head and repeat the circular motion around his slit with your tongue. His moan is a true turn on. You ditch your panties, slip your hand between your legs and start playing with your clit, while you keep working him with your tongue and mouth.

It doesn’t take long until you have him at the brink of desperation. And ecstasy.

You raise your head and let go of him. His eyes linger on your other hand, which is between your legs.

“May I do that too, tonight?”

“Definitely. But later.”

You crawl back up to the headboard and untie him. He lowers his arms and presses you against his body. The close body contact feels heavenly.

Namjoon undoes your bra. You sit up and throw it aside. Then you lay down on him again, rubbing your nipples against his chest. It feels like heaven. Until you’re so sensitive you have to stop.

You kiss the tip of his nose.

“Your turn now, professor. I want to feel you in me.”

He rolls you around until you are lying on your back and he is hovering over you. With one hand he grabs your hands and pins them against the pillows above you. You find that very, very hot.

You arch your body towards him.

“Please.”

“How could I say no to that.”

You feel his tip push against your entrance. It’s a nice stretch once he finally pushes into you, slowly, so you can adjust. Except that you are so turned on that you don’t really need time to adjust.

Namjoon is breathing heavily by the time he bottoms out.

“Give me just a second like this, okay? I don’t want to cum right away.”

He smiles down at you and the dimples appear in all their glory. You pucker your lips. He gets the message and leans down for a kiss. A very deep, slightly messy kiss.

Once you break apart and he finally starts moving, your eyes meet. His are dark, almost black, with lust.

His moves are slow and steady at first. He lets go of one of your hands, so you can play with your nipple. It doesn’t take long until his moves become sloppier, harsher. With a few more twists or your nipple your high burns its way through you.

Namjoon’s breathing gets shallower while you moan into his ear. He lets go of your other hand and you sling both around his torso.

“I can’t… much longer…”

“It’s okay. We have all night for more.”

A few more sloppy thrusts, then Namjoon cums. He buries his face in your shoulder, and you hold him once his body ceases to move.

It takes a bit for both your breathing to normalize and for heartbeats to slow down again. Until that happens, you stroke Namjoon’s hair.

You don’t know how long you lay there like that, but you enjoy it.

Eventually, Namjoon raises his head and looks down at you. His eyes have cleared up to their normal dark brown. You see something in them that looks surprisingly like love. You’re even more surprised that you don’t mind that at all. Maybe it is time to trust another person and give them your love.

“Would you like to go and take a hot shower with me, y/n.”

“Gladly.”

He pulls out of you and helps you up.

“About that paintings tour of your apartment?”

“Yes?”

“Let’s postpone that until tomorrow. I think we’re busy for the rest of the night.”

Namjoon guides you into the bathroom, where he turns on the shower. There is easily enough space for two people in there.

“As you prefer, honey.”

When you look at him his eyes are crinkled in a smile.

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BTS reactions – you sit down on their lap

BTS x fem!reader

Summary: How they react when you sit down on their lap.

Themes/warnings: fluff with mature content (sex, oral f receiving)

Wordcount: ca. 580 words

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

Jin:

Jin will first complain that you’re heavy. But he won’t push you off. After a while he’ll sling his arms around your waist and prop his chin up on your shoulder. Sometimes, this sweet cozy being together is all that will happen.

Other times his hands will disappear under your shirt to play with your boobs or just touch your skin. If it’s the first, you might end up riding him until you’re both sweaty messes.

Yoongi:

99% of the time, Yoongi thinks of you sitting on his lap as something intimate, but sweet. He enjoys cuddling with you this way and wouldn’t mind sitting like that for hours.

But that 1% of the time, he gets hard just from you sitting down on him. Of course, you feel that. And if you want more, you just have to kiss him and rub against him a little until he spoils you rotten with all the things you enjoy most.

Hobi:

Hobi is usually the one to pull you down on his lap, because he likes physical contact. You usually get bored with just sitting there after a few minutes and end up kissing his neck and face or exploring his body with your hands.

At some point he will get impatient with your restlessness, grab your hands, and restrain them behind your back. Once that happens, you’re both done for. You kiss each other until you can barely breathe anymore and when kissing isn’t enough anymore, you’ll move to things that involve less and less clothing.

Namjoon:

Namjoon isn’t easily distracted. So when you sit down on his lap, he will keep reading his book or replying to the message from a friend. You don’t mind. Most of the time you only want to be close to him.

When you do want more, you know how to get his attention. Usually, all it takes is you running your hands up and down his torso under his shirt. Latest when your hands come to rest on the front of his pants, he will put aside his phone or book and give you his undivided attention.

Jimin:

For Jimin and you, all kinds of touching are the most natural thing in the world. You often sit on his lap. But when you sit down facing him, burying your face in his neck, it will be an instant turn on. Especially once you start kissing his neck.

Then it won’t be long until you are making out and simultaneously trying to shed all clothing. And somehow, you are always successful at this multi-tasking.

Tae:

You and Tae are used to regular physical contact. Seeking that out in form of you sitting down on his lap regularly means nothing more than a few minutes of cuddles. Except when you sit down wearing a dress, but no underwear.

Then it will only take seconds until you are lying on your back with Tae’s head between your legs. And that is only the start.

JK:

Depending on which way you’re facing, JK will either touch your thighs or your ass. He will have a great time doing so, because he enjoys touching you.

If you’re in the mood for more, you have to initiate it. Not that it takes much. It only takes the smallest of hints until you lose your shirt and pants. If you’re wearing a dress, he won’t even bother. He has all the access he needs without getting you out of it.

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musicloverxoxo7 · 7 months

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BTS reactions – the first kiss

BTS x reader

Summary: You kiss each other for the first time.

Themes/warnings: fluff with hints towards mature content, kissing, mention of alcohol

Wordcount: ca. 690 words

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

Jin:

You’re visit Jin at his place and cooking together, as you have done a lot of times before. You’ve been friends for a while, after all.

When you turn around to grab a few more veggies to cut, Jin suddenly grabs your arm and pulls you a little closer to him. He looks down at you. You are like frozen. His lips touch yours for a heartbeat. He withdraws and looks at you. When you start to smile, he leans down for a longer and much more intense kiss.

Yoongi:

Yoongi never misses how you look at his mouth when he raps. Or when he licks his lips. You work with him, so you get to see him rap a lot.

One day, when he practices a rap before going into the booth to record it, you keep glancing at his lips and away again. You can hardly focus on your work. Yoongi, who is sitting facing you, reaches out his hand and tilts your chin upwards.

He moves in closer, giving you time to change your mind. But you don’t. His lips feel so soft against yours. Until you both open your mouths and you get a taste of the infamous tongue technology.

Hobi:

You’re helping Hobi sort through some old clothes and whether to give them away or keep them. Occasionally, you try on some of the clothes or accessories. His hats all look weird on your smaller head, and he laughs.

At some point, Hobi finds a bright red scarf. He slings it around your neck and pulls you closer with it. You glance from his eyes to his lips and back. Hobi smiles before pulling you in the last little bit and kissing you.

Namjoon:

Namjoon and you are drinking and chatting. Neither of you has had nearly enough alcohol to blame it on that that Namjoon is suddenly holding your hand. You both ignore the fact and keep chatting.

Until Namjoon keeps losing his thread while talking about one of his recent favorite books. The reason is that you keep biting your lips. Namjoon stops mid-sentence, leans forward and places his lips on yours. It only takes a moment of shock before you return the kiss. You stand up to meet him halfway. Next thing you know you’re sitting on his lap, making out.

Jimin:

While visiting Jimin, you get dry lips and get out your chapstick. You apply it while listening to Jimin talk about how his week has been. His eyes are not on yours though, but on your lips.

When you ask him if he wants some chapstick too, he smiles in a way that gives you goosebumps of the good kind. He affirms, gets up, leans forward and kisses you. When he withdraws again his pupils are so big, they make his eyes look completely black.

“Mh, not enough chapstick yet.”

You smile as he comes back for another kiss.

Tae:

Tae and you are playing with Yeontan. At some point you let Yeontan play alone with his toy, while on leash and sit down on a bench. After a few moments Tae’s arm goes around your shoulder.

Soon, he scootches closer to you. When you look at him, he looks caught. But then he turns on his charms full blast. You’re kissing him before you know what you’re doing. Tae entangles his hand in your hair and deepens the kiss.

JK:

You always have fun when you practice fighting with JK. He’s much stronger and skilled, so it usually ends with you pinned to the ground, incapacitated. But today, after a few rounds, you take off your shirt and reveal your sports bra underneath. JK is distracted enough for a few seconds for you to gain the upper hand.

When you pin him to the ground, he is surprised, but laughs seconds later. He looks so cute, crinkling his nose, that you lean down and lightly kiss him.

After you break apart, you both look surprised. Until JK uses the situation to roll you around until you are pinned under him. The kiss he initiates is much less cute.

Question: Who is your bias?

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BTS reactions – you tell them „saranghae”

BTS x reader

Summary: How they react when you tell them you love them.

Themes/warnings: fluff with hints towards mature content (such as sex, hand jobs, oral etc)

Wordcount: ca. 620 words

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

Jin:

Jin says “saranghae” back without second thought, not even interrupting what he is doing. You tell him you love him while he’s doing the most random things. Cooking, doing skincare, getting dressed in the morning.

Though if you are within reach when he’s getting dressed, he might grab you and pin you against the wall. Depending on how much time both of you have, he will either give you a long, deep kiss or undress both of you and get you back in bed.

Yoongi:

Since this is something you casually say to Yoongi often, he doesn’t always react to it. His love language is focused more on acts of service. He will cook you your favorite meal, give you a massage or play your favorite piano piece to tell you he loves you.

But almost every night, while you are falling asleep in his arms, Yoongi will kiss your forehead and tell you that he loves you more than anything else in the world. Sometimes you hear it, other times you’re already asleep.

Hobi:

Whenever you tell Hobi you love him, he will look up from whatever he is doing, smile at you and tell you how much he loves you. He knows how to make you feel appreciated.

For the two of you, saying “I love you” rarely ends in anything physical, other than a hug or a sweet kiss. The sexy times are reserved for, well, pretty much any other time and occasion.

Namjoon:

Even after a while together, Namjoon still sometimes feels awkward telling you that he loves you. No matter how easily he can speak about all other emotions, love has him a bit inhibited at times.

You know this is the case and have learned to say some “I love you”s in a non-verbal way. Such as sitting down on his lap and giving him an intense kiss. Or hugging him from behind when he’s doing the dishes and letting your hands roam all over his strong body. That is a love language he has no trouble reciprocating.

Jimin:

Jimin needs these words that affirm your love regularly. And you are more than willing to give him that assurance. He’s not stingy with rewarding you for fulfilling that need of his either.

Depending on the setting, that will be a kiss, a hand traveling up your leg or a session in bed where he does all the things you like most. He gets a kick out of whispering into your ear that he loves you back with his hand in your pants. You don’t complain.

Tae:

Even after years together, Tae still adores hearing that you love him. It makes him feel warm from within. You’ve learned when he needs to hear it most and are often rewarded with a hug or a peck.

However, when you say “I love you” while the two of you are home alone and not busy, it’s almost guaranteed he will pull you onto his lap and keep you busy for the next hour or two. Sometimes, when you are in the mood, you use that to your advantage.

JK:

When you say “saranghae” it’s natural for JK to say it right back. In most everyday situations he doesn’t make a fuzz about it and neither do you. It’s almost like breathing air, telling each other you are in love.

When JK is in the mood, though, and you, unsuspecting, tell him you love him, he will get you into a hug. His hands will squeeze your butt as he whispers that he loves you back. He will ask you to jump and then carries you to a surface that is suitable for whatever else he has in mind.

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musicloverxoxo7 · 1 year

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All night long – featuring Namjoon

Namjoon x fem!reader

Summary: All night long, that’s what Namjoon promises. How long can you last?

Themes/warnings: smut with a bit of plot, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, nipple play, vibrator, multiple orgasms, bit of fluff, established relationship

Wordcount: ca. 1.1k

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

“You really meant all night long?”

You squeeze your eyes shut as the second toe-curling orgasm hits you. You had the first one from Namjoon toying with your nipples. The second one from him fingering your clit. All while watching TV.

“All night long, honey”, he whispers into your ear with his low voice. “Or until you fall asleep.”

“Mh, sounds good.”

Namjoon gets up.

“Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

Relaxed and a little tired you look at the movie playing on the TV. You’ve missed a few bits here and there, but the plot is quite easy to follow. Namjoon comes back with a bottle of lube and your vibrator. He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“You want to torture me with pleasure tonight?”

“For as long as you want to take it, honey.”

His eyes melt like chocolate as he looks down at you. Namjoon sits down next to you and puts the stuff on his other side. He turns to you and cups your cheek. You look at him.

“I love you.”

“And I love you.”

“Can I please use the vibrator on you?”

You know how much he likes to watch you squirm under it. It’s a toy you usually only use when he’s gone.

“Okay. I’ll trade my pants for your shirt.”

He doesn’t need telling twice. Before you’ve shimmied out of your sweatpants, Namjoon is already sitting back on the couch, shirtless.

Once you’ve gotten rid of the pants you run your hand down his honey-colored chest. You love touching him. Namjoon hums. You can feel the vibrations.

“Alright, I’m ready.”

You drop your hand to his thigh and squeeze a little. Namjoon guides the vibrator to your clit and turns it on on the lowest setting. It jumps to life and within seconds your head drops back.

After the two previous orgasms you already are sensitive. It won’t take much to send you over the edge again.

You open one eye and look at Namjoon. He has turned so his knees face towards you. With one hand he holds the vibrator. The other strokes the erection very visible through his grey sweatpants.

His mouth has dropped open a little, spilling out guttural moans. His eyes are still on you.

A wave of pleasure rolls over you as he hits your clit at a particularly good angle. With your eyes closed again, you grip his thigh tightly. Whines comes out of your mouth, and you can’t control them.

“Like that, baby. Keep it like that.”

Namjoon, smart as he is, has figured out that once he hits a nice spot, he just has to keep at it.

“Higher level?”

“Yeah, turn it up one.”

He does. Your stomach is clenching from the waves the vibrator sends through you. You want to sob and claw at something. Instead, you squeeze Namjoon’s thigh more tightly. He sucks in a breath.

You open your eyes again. He has his dick out now, stroking slowly. Precum is dribbling down his head. It looks like he’s throbbing.

Namjoon withdraws the vibrator. You look at him, pleading.

“Focus, honey.”

You close your eyes again. After a few more seconds, the vibrations slowly return. Until the vibrator comes down fully on your clit and you can barely handle it anymore. You press your hips forward, rocking into the toy.

Your head drops further back, and your mouth opens in a silent “o” as you come undone. Namjoon notices the usual signs and lets you ride it out before turning off the vibrator. He tosses it to the side.

“That is so hot. Every time.”

Leaden tiredness comes over you. Three orgasms are a lot.

“I don’t know if I can last much longer, definitely not all night. But”, you look at his dick, which he’s still stroking slowly.

“But you want a little more?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Get into whichever position you want.”

While Namjoon applies lube, you lie down in front of him, one leg up on the sofa’s backrest, the other on the floor.

Namjoon, seeing how wet you are from the orgasms, licks his lips. Butterflies fly through your stomach.

He lowers himself over you and guides himself to your entrance.

“You are beautiful.”

The way he smiles down at you, as if you were the only person in the world, makes you feel warm around the heart. Your cheeks color.

Namjoon barks a little hyena laugh, slowly pushing into you.

“You blush from being called pretty, but I could do the naughtiest things with you, and you never would.”

“Perspective.”

He chuckles.

You sigh once you feel he’s fully in.

“After all of this I won’t last long.”

“That’s okay. I just wanted to feel you in me.”

Namjoon’s eyes get that glazed over look he has every time he’s super turned on. He starts moving slowly and deliberately.

“When you say things like that…”

“You like it.”

“Very.”

Namjoon’s lips seek yours for a kiss. It’s gentle, just like his movements. You angle your hips a little and moan into the kiss when he hits a particularly nice spot. He keeps hitting that spot, going a little harder.

In need for air, you break the kiss and gasp. Above you, Namjoon is panting. He bites his lower lip as he keeps thrusting. Beads of sweat run down his forehead, jaw and sculpted chest.

“I… I…”

You don’t get out a full sentence before another orgasm has you clawing at Namjoon’s back, your eyes rolling back in your head.

Namjoon lets out a relieved sigh and, after a few more thrusts, lets go. He pulses in you while you keep squeezing around him.

Namjoon collapses on you. Your hand comes up to stroke his hair.

“I’m not sure I can go all night either. I already feel tired”, he mumbles into your neck.

“I’m fine with that. I’ll probably fall asleep within the next ten minutes anyways.”

“Maybe we’ll be ready for a round two after the movie.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

As you listen to Namjoon’s slow, steady breathing next to your ear, you feel drowsy. It takes less than five minutes for you to fall asleep.

An hour later, as Namjoon carries you to bed after the movie, you’ll end up waking up and then riding him until you both see stars. But that is a story for another time.

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musicloverxoxo7 · 1 year

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Hello. I don’t mean to sound rude but would you be able to put a read more to your posts? I enjoy reading your stories but sometimes it’s difficult having to scroll through a really long post to go to your next post. Thank you.

It's not rude to ask for something, dear anon. Usually, this is automatic on computer. But I'm editing the posts now so they appear like that on phones too. Might take a little bit until they're all like that. Greetings.

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musicloverxoxo7 · 1 year

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Pirate Captain – featuring Jin

Pirate!Jin x fem!reader

Summary: You meet captain Seokjin by coincidence and have to flee with him. On his ship, something blossoms between you. How long can you resist?

Themes/warnings: AU, smut with plot (smut in last half), unprotected sex, fingering, nipple play, spanking (mild), bit of fluff, pirate brother Jungkook

Wordcount: ca. 3.6k

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

“I’ll be back in 2 hours”, you say to your mother before leaving the house. It’s market day and your mother has written an entire list. As every Wednesday.

With a basket and a bag, you walk along the street that leads into town. It’s a warm day of late spring and you look forward to taking a dip in the ocean later today with some friends. Or perhaps your little sister.

“Hi, Ms. Lim. Nice day, isn’t it”, you ask your neighbor as you pass her.

“Beautiful. Is your mother home?”

“Yes. If you pop in straight away, you might catch her before her and my sister go fetch wood from the forest.”

“Thanks, dear. I hope they still have everything you need at the market.”

It’s true. You’re a bit later than usual today. But somehow you had a feeling earlier that you shouldn’t hurry today and enjoy every second.

Finally, you make it to the market square. Dozens of people bustle from stand to stand. The vendors try to attract more customers by advertising their products. You go to a vegetable stand first.

“The usual”, the man there asks.

“That and two extra gloves of garlic. My sister has started enjoying the taste as well.”

The man packs everything for you. Once you’ve paid, you walk on to a stand that sells fabrics. This vendor only visits your town once a month and your mother is in dear need of a new shirt. She’s great at sewing.

You run your fingers over a few of the blue cotton fabrics. One has darker blue flowers on it, and you know your mother will adore it.

“Oh, sorry.”

A man bumps into you and tries to steady you after the impact.

“No worries.”

He has gorgeous brown eyes, like the milk chocolate your father sometimes brings home from his trips.

You take a step back, out of his arms. Though you have to admit his body felt nice against yours.

“You can steal it, but there’s nothing in there.”

Of course, he doesn’t have the wallet in his hand anymore. It must have long since disappeared into his coat.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“The wallet is a decoy. You really think I’d fall for the “I’m just saving the lady from falling over” charade?”

He looks you hard in the eyes for a few moments, then takes out the decoy wallet from an inside pocket of his coat. He opens it. As you’d said it’s empty, except for a slip of paper.

“You’re good.”

He hands you the wallet. You put it back into your bag.

“How do you know?”

You just shrug your shoulders. Let him interpret into that what he wants. No need for him to know that your mother used to run in a pretty rough crowd and taught you lots of things.

He smiles. It draws your attention to his lips. They are full and look very soft.

“So, uhm”, he starts, then breaks off, looking over your shoulder. “Damn.”

He pushes you behind him and draws a sword you hadn’t noticed was there before. This is turning into a much wilder morning than you’d bargained for.

The smell of smoke hits your nostrils. Someone is screaming. Someone else is laughing. It’s a crazy laugh that makes goosebumps erupt all over your arms.

“Go home. Take your family and leave. Go!”

You turn around. You know your way around the town like the back of your hand. But there are two men with torches and swords coming your way from that direction.

“Ah, Seokjin. Man, it’s been a long time.”

You can feel the man’s back stiffen against yours. That must be his name. You’re royally screwed now.

“Yeah, few months.”

“Tell me, how much did you get for the ruby necklace that you stole from under my nose?”

If he reacts to the statement, you can’t tell. He doesn’t say a word.

“Who’s that little thing hiding behind your back? Your newest toy?”

“Just an innocent bystander whose pocket I happened to pick.”

“No, man. Don’t buy it. I think my men and I will bring you and the little missus onto our ship. Let’s see how we deal with thieves.”

“Follow me to your right. On the count of three”, you hiss at Seokjin across your shoulder.

You grab a few bales of cloth and throw them in the direction of the men coming towards you. One hits one square in the chest.

“Three. Now.”

You grab the blue bale and make a run for it. The market square has emptied completely. You dash through it and off into a side street. There are shouts and the sound of feet on cobblestone.

You turn off into a small side street. Then another. And another. The number of footsteps behind you reduces to one pair quickly. Still, you keep running for a while. You’re out of town by the time you stop behind the hedge of a small house.

Seokjin, breathing heavily, stops beside you.

“Good grace, you’re fast. You just outran pirates.”

“Well, they hardly have time to practice running out at sea.”

Seokjin wheezes, clutching his side.

You straighten up and look at him.

“Who are you and why have they been following you?”

With your hands on your sides and the stern face you must look quite a bit like your mother, but you don’t care.

It takes a few moments until Seokjin has recovered enough.

“I’m Jin. I…”

“You?”

“I hunt treasures.”

“Essentially, you’re a pirate too. I’m not entirely stupid. I listened to what that pirate guy said to you. Not hard to put one and one together and get two.”

Jin looks at you for a long time. You raise an eyebrow.

“They’ve seen you. They’ll come for you now. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

Next thing you know a piece of fabric is being held over your mouth and nose. Then everything goes black.

Everything seems to be shaking. And your head is pounding. You peel open your eyes and sit up.

You weren’t entirely wrong. Everything is swaying gently. A glance around tells you that you are in a wooden cabin of some sort. A lamp in the corner casts a soft glow on the room. The bed you’re on has plush covers and pillows, covered with the most expensive fabrics you’ve ever seen.

Where the heck has this pirate guy taken you?

A gentle knock on the door startles you back to reality.

“Enter.”

A tall man with short black hair and small, heart-shaped lips walks in. He’s carrying a tray. It smells of chicken. Your stomach suddenly grumbles.

The man walks over to you and puts the tray down on the edge of the bed.

“Please, tug in. You’ve been out nearly ten hours. I’m sure you’re hungry.”

“Is someone going to come and knock me out with something stinky again after I’ve eaten?”

“Nah, you’re safe now. You can leave the cabin whenever you want. Also, hyung said I’m your contact person if you need new clothing. Something a little better fitting for the sea.”

And suddenly everything clicks into place. You’re on Jin’s ship. He’s the captain of a pirate ship. Does that mean you’re a pirate too now? Would they persecute you for it?

You choke back the tears you suddenly feel. But the man must have seen them.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay to be sad. That’s one of the policies on the ship. We can cry when we’re sad and then not get mad and kill or betray each other. Jin doesn’t like when people do that.”

The way he says it, with a cute pout, makes you laugh and cry at the same time.

“I’m Jungkook by the way. The captain’s younger brother.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m y/n.”

“That’s a pretty name. How about you eat, and I go fetch some fresh clothes for you? I think the world is always a little less terrible when I don’t feel like I’ve just waded through the mud.”

Jungkook gives you another smile before he leaves. He’s very sweet. So much so you decide to trust him somewhat and dig in. The chicken is delicious. And the rice is just the right amount of sticky. There’s even some fruit juice, which you gulp down. Strangely, it makes your head feel okay again.

Once you’re done with the food, you untangle yourself from the blankets and get up. Your dress is indeed quite dirty. Jin must have dragged you through the mud to get you onto the ship.

A few minutes later Jungkook delivers the clothes and leaves again. You put on the pants, blouse and jacket. They fit surprisingly well. Either a woman works on this ship, or they often have female guests. That thought makes you scrunch up your nose. You hope they at least washed the sheets between you and the last female guest.

It takes you a few more minutes to gather the courage to go outside. It’s dark and the stars are out. The moon shines brightly, but the sea around the ship is pitch black. A few lanterns guide the way on the boat.

You find Jungkook and Jin standing at the ship’s wheel. Jungkook has binoculars in his hand.

“No, nobody is following us. You know they never were that fast. Neither their ship, nor, you know…”

Jin’s forehead is wrinkled.

“They won’t catch up with us tonight. That much is certain. Let’s talk about the rest during tomorrow’s meeting.”

You clear your throat.

“Y/n.” Jungkook sounds happy to see you. Much like your younger cousins when you go to play with them.

He looks at Jin, then nods at you and leaves.

Jin’s straight, strong stance changes once Jungkook is out of sight. His face softens, making him look much younger and much less like a scary pirate captain. In fact, like this, he wouldn’t look out of place in the castle in your town.

“Please say all you want. I’d imagine this isn’t the life you imagined. You may stay with us as long as you wish. Or leave the ship when we dock and make a new life for yourself.”

Frankly, you aren’t quite sure what to say.

“I’m not happy about this situation. My family will worry. I don’t want that. I also don’t want them to think I’m dead.”

“You could send them a letter the next time we dock.”

You stand there, looking at Jin for a few minutes and contemplate things. While it is true that you never wanted to end up like the small-town wife, you had also never contemplated living with pirates and leading a life of outlaw.

“You don’t have to decide now. Or tomorrow. You can test out life here for a while first.”

So that’s what you do for the next week. Everyone is friendly to you and there are three other women on board, which makes things a little easier. You pull your weight in work. Jungkook quickly becomes your friend. He’s a bit shy in general but seems to have taken to you quickly.

With Jin, it’s hard to say what he thinks of you. Sometimes you joke with each other, other times he is serious and distant. You can’t deny, though, that you enjoy every time it gets warm, and he unbuttons his shirt.

It’s another week before you dock at the main port of an island. Jungkook brings the letter to your family to the post office, while Jin and a few others do some business. You’ve been advised to stay put for this one. It’s still too close to your hometown.

You were supposed to leave port before nightfall and now it’s long past and Jin and his buddies still aren’t back.

You fall asleep in your cabin while waiting for them.

The floorboards creek under careful footsteps. It’s dark. You come to and pull the knife out from under your pillow. The footsteps continue.

“Who are you and what do you want?”

“It’s just me, Jin. I’m sorry I woke you.”

Hastily, you push the knife on top of a drawer beside the bed.

There’s the sound of a match being lit and then the lamp in the corner comes to life. Jin looks exceptionally tired.

“Are you okay? Do you need something?”

“Just this.”

Jin goes to the bookshelf and pulls out a book bound in red leather.

“You keep your books here?”

“Yes. This is my cabin.”

You nearly jump out of the bed, but then decide that would be rude.

“But why did you give it to me? You’re the captain. You should have it. I’ll move tomorrow morning.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve been bunking with Jungkook. He doesn’t mind. Too much.”

Jin smiles a little.

“So, uhm, is that your comfort book or something?”

“In a way. May I?”

Jin point at the edge of the bed. You nod. He approaches and sits down. With the blankets drawn tightly around you, you crawl closer. Jin opens the book. It turns out it’s a photo album. Lots of black and white pictures.

Jin points at the picture of a beautiful woman with a braid of long, dark hair. Her hand is on the wheel of this ship, you realize.

“My mom. Most feared pirate captain for over 30 years. She passed on two years ago.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“Thank you.”

The next picture is of a small Seokjin, a tiny Jungkook and the beautiful woman. The family resemblance is very obvious with Jin.

“Jungkook doesn’t look like her, but you do.”

“He’s not related to her. We only had the same dad. Jungkook’s mom ran away. And then our dad did. Mom raised both of us.”

“Does he know you are half-brothers?”

“Of course. But he thinks of mom as his mother too.”

“You two were adorable.”

“I guess we were.”

He shows you a lot more pictures. Nearly the entire album. The last picture you remember is of Jungkook and Jin flanking their mother’s sides, both of them substantially taller than her.

You wake up to a heavy arm draped around your rib cage. At first that feels quite nice. Very protected. Until you realize that it must be Jin and you two have fallen asleep.

Unsure what to do, you freeze in place. Jin’s hand glides down to your stomach. He pulls you closer until you are flush against his chest. And his erection pokes you in the ass. You’ve had a boyfriend before, so none of this is new. Still. You’ve never spent an entire night with someone.

But the warmth of Jin’s body feels nice as it envelopes you, so you snuggle closer.

“Mh”, Jin hums into your ear.

You repeat the little wiggly movement, and he sighs. To see if you can get another reaction out of him, you keep moving your ass.

A few more sighs follow. Then, Jin’s hand moves up your torso until he finds your boob and squeezes it. You still don’t stop moving.

“Do you want something from me or are you just teasing me?”

You stop and giggle as silently as possible. Jin twists your nipple. You gasp.

“Talk to me, darling. We can go back to sleep. Or we can…”

You twist around in his arm. Your faces nearly touch.

“Or we can what?”

“Spend the night on more pleasurable things. If you want the specifics: sex, mostly. Though I’d definitely also like to have those nipples in my mouth at some point.”

You move forward until your lips meet. Jin kisses with the perfect balance between gentle and passionate. It feels like being kissed by a prince. Not that you have any experience with that, though.

You unbutton Jin’s shirt and run your hands up and down his torso. Though he is quite lean, the muscles are clearly strong.

His hands are on your butt, squeezing. He breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily.

“Can I… under the nightgown… feel skin.”

“Go ahead.”

You dive in for another kiss. Jin’s hands move under the nightgown. He trails his hands up your naked thighs and to your butt. He seems to take great pleasure from squeezing it. If his dick twitching is an indication.

You untie the front of his pants. Now there’s only his underwear in between. You glide your hand over his length. Jin moans into your mouth.

“Please, darling, can I have one of your nipples in my mouth? If you keep doing that, I’ll cum right away. I haven’t since you came onto this ship.”

“Yeah, sharing a room with your brother must suck in that respect.”

Laughing, you pull the nightgown over your head and toss it aside. As soon as you lay back down, Jin’s lips are on your nipple like those of a starved man. The way he rolls your nipple on his tongue, sucks on it and runs his lips over it has your mind short-circuiting in nearly no time.

“Like that, Jin. Mh, please don’t stop.” You don’t even notice how whiney you sound.

Jin doesn’t stop. He keeps going until you are a writhing mess. Even then he keeps going, holding you tightly.

You cum with your face buried in his hair. It muffles the sounds you make a little. Finally, once your body stops convulsing, Jin moves up to kiss you again.

“You make the cutest noises.”

“No wonder with what you just did.”

Jin chuckles, before kissing your neck. His erection is rubbing against your thigh now. It can’t be missed that he’s big. But frankly, you’ve never been more ready.

“Jin?”

“Mh, darling?”

“I’d really appreciate if I could have you in me now.”

You’re not sure if Jin is coughing or laughing or both.

“You sure know what you want. Phrased very politely, though.”

“Just because you’re a pirate captain doesn’t mean I need to be rude.”

“True. How could I say no to such a nice request. On all fours.”

Jin lets go of you. You untangle from each other, and you get on all fours, sticking your butt up. Jin comes up from behind and runs his hands over your lower back. His finger pads are calloused from things like sword fighting and handling ropes.

He pulls down your underwear and traces his fingers along your slit. It sends electricity through your body.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Can you play with yourself while I push in? It might be easier that way.”

So you play with your clit. You can feel his head touch your entrance. He pushes in very slowly. It feels a bit tight, but not painful. Once in he gives you a bit of time to adjust. You were right in your assumption that he’s big. He fills you very well now.

“I think you can start moving now. Just, slowly, okay?”

“Of course, darling.” His voice sounds strained.

He sets a slow and controlled pace. Slowly, you relax more around him and can give in to all the pleasure. In this position, he rubs against you G-spot in a way that makes you dry sob into your forearm.

“You feel so nice, darling. Good grace.”

Jin slaps your ass. It takes you by surprise. Your head comes up and you arch your back more.

“You like that, huh?”

Jin slaps your other butt cheek. You squeeze around him.

“Fuck, darling. Okay. Enough.”

He withdraws from you. You suddenly feel very empty. You whine.

“Turn around. We aren’t done yet.”

You turn onto you back.

“Are you okay with this position?”

“Definitely.”

Jin pushes back in. You sigh in relief. This is definitely where he’s supposed to be. He lowers himself over you. Like this, you are chest to chest, face to face. It’s a more intimate position, but it doesn’t bother you one bit.

Jin picks back up the slow movements, but they quickly become faster, harsher. It has you moaning into his ear practically non-stop.

Your nails claw at his back, your legs are hooked around his waist.

“My beautiful y/n”, Jin whispers.

His hair is hanging wet into his eyes.

“Jin”, you press out before cumming. As you come down from your high, Jin’s thrusts become sloppier. His hips come to a stuttering halt as he fills you with his warm cum.

His eyes go from glassed over to crystal clear quickly after that. He pulls out and gets towels from the dresser to clean you up.

After that, he lays down next to you. You slowly crawl closer.

“Is it okay… Can I?” You nod at his chest.

“Of course. Come here.”

You snuggle up to him. Jin pulls up the blankets around the both of you. It feels nice and cozy.

“I haven’t even dined with you. That’s not like the male honor code at all.”

“We eat together with Jungkook every evening.”

“Not the same.”

“Still counts for me. But if you insist, we can always still do that.”

“Okay.”

You place a kiss on his neck. He’s so deliciously warm. The lamp in the corner shows that he’s frowning.

“Anything else on your mind?”

“I called you mine, didn’t I?”

“It didn’t bother me. In fact, I thought it was quite a nice touch.”

“You don’t mind being mine?”

“Not in the least. So far, I’ve been enjoying it, actually.”

The frown is replaced by a smile. Jin pulls you closer and kisses your forehead.

“My y/n.”

“Mh, exactly”, you mumble before drifting off into dreamland.

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Lessons with Professor Park – featuring Jimin

Biology professor!Jimin x fem!reader

Summary: Professor Park is one of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen. For some reason, he seems drawn to you as well. Can you stay away from him or will you fall for temptation?

Themes/warnings: AU, smut with a bit of plot, protected sex, fingering, nipple play, bit of fluff, age gap (about 5 years and both are over 21)

Wordcount: ca. 3.6k

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

You knew the young professor was trouble the moment you walked into his classroom on your first day of your second year in the Master’s program. A long strand of dark hair was falling into his forehead and his shirt was open one button too many.

But you tried your utmost to focus on the seminar he was teaching. Of course, it couldn’t be a huge lecture hall with a hundred students. No, it had to be only ten people.

Nine, now that one has dropped out.

At the end of today’s seminar, Professor Park leans against his desk and looks at everyone in turn.

“Any questions for today? No?”

It’s like he misses your raised hand on purpose.

“Alright then. Have a nice weekend.”

Everyone, including you, starts packing up. You know Professor Park waits around for a few minutes after the end of each seminar for the more hesitant people. So, you wait until everyone has cleared out and approach him.

“Professor, I have a question about the paper for next month.”

He’s sitting atop the desk now, looking at you with slightly raised eyebrows.

“Please, do ask them.”

You come closer with the piece of paper which you’ve written your questions on.

“Also”, he continues, “feel free to call me Jimin. It always feels a bit weird when people just a few years younger call me Professor.”

Which is something he said during the first day of the seminar as well. Except, it still feels wrong calling him Jimin. You like to reserve first name basis for people you actually know.

It seems he only now spots the list in your hand.

“Exactly how long is the list?”

“Seven questions. Oh, am I keeping you? I can ask them next week just as well.”

He holds out his hand in a calm down gesture.

“How about you ask the questions while we walk to my office?”

“Of course, sure.”

He walks around the desk and bends down to pick up his briefcase. His tight suit pants show off his ass and thighs exceptionally well. Quickly, you look at your list, but you might be smirking a little.

“Okay, let’s go.”

The walk to Professor Park’s office isn’t particularly long. You’ve only gotten through 3 of the questions. He unlocks the door, turns on the light and walks in.

“Come on in. I have another five minutes to answer the rest of your questions.”

Hesitantly, you walk into the office. It’s clean, minimalistic and there are tons of books.

While you move on to question number 4, Professor Park puts his briefcase down on his chair and rifles through a neat stack on his desk. It doesn’t distract him from answering your question.

Finally, he finds the piece of paper he seems to have been looking for and slides it into his briefcase. While answering the next question, he puts on his suit jacket and looks around for something else.

He’s finished answering question number 6 by the time he comes up with a tie whose knot is a mess. Professor Park sighs.

He undoes the knot and tries to get it right, while answering your last question. He does not succeed.

“Uhm, professor, do you need help?”

“You can tie a tie?” He sounds so relieved you nearly burst out laughing.

“I can, yes.”

You put down your paper and pen and approach him. The tie’s ends hang loosely around his neck. You’d never noticed before how strong of a neck he has. Strong and muscular like his thighs and ass.

Somehow, you still manage to keep a straight, neutral face as you set to work tying a simple knot. Being so close to him feels exhilarating and forbidden at the same time. You love the feeling.

“May I ask how come you can’t tie a tie? I’ve seen you wear them quite often.”

“I don’t know. Ties and I have always been enemies. Feels wrong to now make them my friends.” His eyes narrow into a cute smile. “My mom still ties them for me whenever she visits. She says I should at least find myself a partner who can tie them.”

“Have you heeded her?”

“Nope.” The smile is still there. It’s a little less cute now, though. “She tries to set me up with lawyers, doctors, even an engineer, but I like it when I share a few interests with whoever I’m seeing.”

His voice is husky and low. You know you’re walking into dangerous territory. It’s just too alluring not to go for it.

“Interests like biology?”

“Among other things. Or dancing.” So that’s where he has these impressive muscles from. “Music. Sewing. Perhaps reading.”

He sounds like a dream character come to life.

“Any of those things you enjoy, Ms. y/l/n?”

“All of them. Well, except I can’t sew. I prefer knitting.”

The knot is tied and still you’re standing ridiculously close to him. You become even more aware of that fact when he shifts a little and his thigh touches yours.

“Thanks for answering my questions. I wouldn’t want to keep you any longer.”

“You’re welcome. And thanks for the tie.”

“If you have any tie emergencies in the future, I’m here to help.”

With a polite smile you take your notes and leave.

Of course, this wasn’t the only time. Two weeks later, Professor Park asks you after the seminar to come help with his tie. Which you do. Afterwards you sit together for over an hour and chat about biology, music and life while drinking tea or coffee. It becomes a habit. One you indulge in every single week.

He hasn’t made any advances towards you yet. It gets to the point where you think he’s just looking for a friend. To be honest, you want him to be your friend. He interesting, hilarious and attentive. Except that you can’t keep yourself from imagining how those thighs might feel under your palms.

This week, the Professor has scheduled your little meeting for two hours after the end of your seminar, because of some important meeting in between.

You’ve spent the free time in the library and have gotten a ton of work done. You knock on the door.

“Come on in.”

You push the door open and freeze.

Professor Park is standing in front of you with his shirt unbuttoned. You can see his well-muscled chest, abs that look like marble and a happy trail disappearing into his pants.

If he notices you looking, he doesn’t comment on it.

“Please tell me you’re the most practical person in the world and have a sewing kit with you.” His tone is slightly panicked.

Only now do you look at his face. He looks panicked too. Not like his usual, calm self at all. Your brain goes into helping mode.

“What’s the issue?”

“Two buttons came off. It’s the only shirt I have here. No spares, no jackets. I have a meeting in twenty minutes and no time to run home and get a new one.”

You close the door, take down your backpack and dig around in the front pouch. Finally, you come up with an emergency set. Not just for clothing, but for medical ones as well. All in one.

“Y/n, you are my savior. Thank you!”

You hand him the set. He takes off his shirt, sits down on his sofa and gets to work.

“I’m sorry that our meeting is so short today. I would have warned you ahead of time, but the big boss only scheduled it an hour ago.”

You lean against the inside of the door and watch him.

“That’s alright. I’ll just go back to the library and get some more work done.”

“Nobody waiting for you at home?”

“Other than my laundry? No.”

“Same”, he chuckles.

“You really are good with a needle”, you comment. And he truly is. But your eyes keep straying to his naked torso. He only hums in agreement.

“You must have done a lot of dancing to get those muscles.”

“I’ve been doing contemporary since I was about 10.” He looks up and smiles devilishly. “Thanks for noticing. And I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. I don’t usually sit in front of students half-naked.”

“I’m sure most wouldn’t mind. For example, for anatomy class. How to better show certain muscles than with a dancer using them?”

He’s looking at you with those unreadable eyes of his. They’re always like a wall is built right behind them.

“I’d only do that for… special students.”

He lays aside the shirt and puts needle and thread back into your little emergency kit.

“Mh, what a shame that I got a hundred out of a hundred in anatomy class, then.”

Professor Park gets up and brings you the emergency kit. He stands so close that you can smell his cologne. It’s intoxicating. You look at his neck.

“Something wrong with my neck?”

“No, all good.”

“Why are you looking at it like that?”

“Just wondered what kind of cologne you’re wearing. It’s nice.”

You shrug your shoulders and try to act all nonchalant.

“I didn’t spray any on my neck.”

“No?”

You actually are perplexed. Professor Park’s eyes narrow in a way that makes you want to throw yourself at him.

“You can find out where though, if you want.”

He opens his arms and looks at you with a slight smile. The moment of truth. Your time to show you’re interested as well.

You take a step forward. And another. Now, if you jut out your chest, it will touch his. Your nose comes to his neck. He’s right. No cologne there. Only his own smell. Which makes you want to dig your nose into his neck and keep sniffing.

But you move on. To his jaw. His eyes are closed as you move your nose along it, his lips slightly parted. One of his hands comes to rest lightly on the small of your back.

“Mh, not here.”

You take his free arm and pass your nose over it. He shivers at the light touch. Nothing at his wrists either.

“Professor, you’ve hidden it well.”

“It’s in plain sight, Ms. y/l/n.”

You turn back to him and place a hand on his chest. His eyes are still closed.

“Very warm”, he murmurs.

You bend your knees a little until you can run your nose over his chest. This is where the smell is coming from. His warm skin practically radiates the citrusy, light scent. You let your lips follow your nose. His head drops back, and he lets out a sigh.

You inhale a few more times before moving upwards, along his collar bone, over his neck to his jaw.

“Your time is up, professor. You have to go meet the big boss”, you whisper next to his ear. He groans.

“I’d much rather play with you some more.”

“That’ll have to wait.”

You pull back a little until you can look him in the eyes. He looks sleepy and very horny. As if the bulge in his pants hadn’t already given him away.

“Would you like to come to my apartment tonight? I’ll cook us something.”

“Gladly.”

You exchange phone numbers; he sends you his address and you agree on you coming over at 7.

Instead of more time at the library, you head home to prep for the night. You haven’t been on a date in months, and you look forward to it. You choose a black dress that shows off a decent amount of cleavage and has a swirly skirt.

A few hours later you stand in front one of the chicest apartment high rises in the city. You have to check in with a security woman at the desk.

“I’m Ms. y/n y/l/n. Professor Park should be expecting me.”

“He is”, she says after consulting with a screen. “Go on up. He’s on floor 17.”

Which turns out to be one of four penthouses. You know the professor salary at your university is decent, but nowhere near this good. You ring the bell outside his door and wait, nervously tapping your foot.

The door opens.

Jimin stands in front of you in a white apron, black slacks and a dark red shirt that looks like sin.

“Come on in. I have something on the stove.”

You walk in and take off your shoes. Almost instantly, you get enveloped by one of the most delicious scents you’ve ever smelled. Moments later, you join him in the kitchen. He looks right at home here, juggling pots and pans, adding a pinch of salt here and some pepper there.

“You can cook.”

“I can. My former roommate and I drew straws concerning who had to cook and who had to clean. I didn’t get the cooking one, but he nearly poisoned us twice. So we swapped and I learned how to cook a good meal.”

“That’s a good story. Can I help with anything?”

“No, thanks, darling. Everything’s done.”

He turns off the stove and turns to you.

“Now I can give you a proper greeting, if you’re okay with that.”

You’re perplexed for a moment but recover quickly.

“Sure.”

He steps forward and cups your cheeks. His face is less than 10 centimeters from yours.

“Thanks for coming today.”

“Well, you did say something about anatomy lessons for special students. And home-cooked food.”

His eyes nearly disappear as he smiles.

“Good to know you have your priorities straight.”

He moves in for a very gentle kiss, barely more than your lips touching for a few seconds. You look at his lips as you draw apart. They are so soft and plump.

You look at his eyes. He’s observing you with a fond smile.

You decide to risk it and move towards him again. Clearly, he’s more than willing to kiss you again. You gently bite into his lower lip, at which he moans. It gives you an opportunity to meet your tongue with his.

It takes a few more minutes and several passionate kisses before your brain starts working properly again.

“Food”, you ask.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, food. Let’s eat.”

It’s a very pleasant meal. He’s an excellent cook and the conversation only halts when both of you are putting food in your mouths at the same time.

You find out that Jimin, as you’ve started calling him in your head, had a startup with his former roommate. One they sold before he finished his PHD. Clearly, he earned a pretty penny from it, but he doesn’t talk about that, nor does he brag.

“And what is your former roommate doing now?”

“He’s a stay-at-home dad for his twin daughters. They’re one and a half years old and the cutest little tyrants in the world.”

“Does he have a PHD too?”

“Yes. But not in the STEM field. He was always the face, the creative person, the charmer, the salesperson and marketer of our company. Though he was pretty good with some of the tech stuff too.”

“So, CEO Taehyung and COO Park?”

“You guessed correctly.” He looks at you with narrowed eyes. “Are you imagining me as the boss of a big company now? Bossing people around and stuff?”

You smile at him.

“Maybe I am. Though I think you’d only let out the bossy side when you really have to.”

“Want to see for yourself if that holds true?”

The sexy eyes and slight smile tell you exactly what he means. You pat your lips with the napkin. Under the table, you squeeze your thighs together.

“Well, I’m finished with dinner. Thank you, by the way. It was delicious.”

“Come here, love.”

He pushes back his chair, patting his lap. You do so and take your time letting your skirt ride up until you sit on him. His eyes and hands run over your arms, thighs, sides. He feels like a starved man.

“Any place you don’t want to be touched?”

“No, you can touch me where you want.”

You catch his hands and put them on your boobs. He groans and buries his face against your cleavage.

“I’ve been trying all night to be a gentleman and not look at your boobs too much. This is heaven.”

As if to confirm his words, his dick twitches under you. Satisfied with the reaction, you grind your hips down on him. He moans into your chest.

“I wore the dress so you would look.”

“If I’d known I would have looked a lot more.”

“Plenty of time to do so now”, you say, keeping up the grinding. He’s grown fully hard by now.

But instead of looking, he uses touch, dragging his full lips along the line of your dress. That turns into kisses. You enjoy every second of it. He clearly knows how to savor.

“May I?”

His hand has moved to your zipper.

“Please, do.”

He unzips the dress and you slide out of the top part. It falls down around your hips and your chest is suddenly on full display. You ditched the bra on purpose. Before you can do anything else, Jimin’s lips are on your nipples.

Your head rolls back as you keep grinding against his hard length.

The man has mad skills with his mouth and tongue. He has you orgasming in under three minutes, clinging to his shoulders and your thighs squeezing his slim hips.

Once he’s done with one nipple, he moves to the other and repeats the process. You’re nearly crying by the time you come again a few minutes later.

You can see the smirk even through heavy lids and a film of tears.

“No, not another time. It’s my turn now.”

You meet his lips for a kiss and practically rip open the buttons of his shirt. His skin is smooth and warm, the muscles underneath like marble.

You take one of his dark nipples between your thumb and index finger and twist. His hands on your hips tighten. You do it a few more times until he breaks the kiss.

“If you keep doing that, I’ll cum, love. I’d much rather do that in you than in my pants.”

He pulls a foil packet out of his pants. You hold out your hand. He hands it to you, then opens his pants. No underwear. You wonder if he normally wears underwear. With a smirk you open the condom and roll it onto his length. He’s girthy, but after two orgasms you’re definitely ready.

You raise your hips, push aside dress and underwear and slowly slide down on his length. Jimin’s head drops back as you do. He fills you nicely. You rock your hips back and forth a little until you’ve fully adjusted, before raising them up and dropping down again.

One of Jimin’s hands dives under your dress until he finds your clit and starts playing with it. With the right tilt of your hips, Jimin rubs against your G-spot repeatedly. You’re both panting within minutes.

“Can I – ah – take over from here?”

“Of course.”

Jimin picks you up and sits you down on a free space of the table. You lay down. He pulls both of your legs up until they rest against his chest.

Slowly, he pushes back into you. The rhythm he strikes up is smooth and deep at first, perhaps to give both of you a chance to regain your breath. You start playing with your clit.

Until he starts thrusting into you faster and faster. You go cross-eyed at the way that feels.

“Ahh, Jimin. Harder.”

So he goes harder.

You start spasming around him. The third orgasm hits much harder than the first two. You whine, clawing at the table.

Jimin follows moments later with a few more sloppy thrusts. He keeps holding onto your thighs, panting heavily.

Since you know that things can quickly get awkward during moments like that, you smile up at Jimin.

“Can I have a kiss?”

“Anything, love.”

You part your legs and sling them around his hips. Jimin bows down and you exchange some gentle kisses.

“That was… nice doesn’t seem like a good enough word.”

“Splendid?”

“Too posh.”

“Exquisite?”

“Hell yeah, it definitely was exquisite.”

Jimin smiles sleepily. You push a strand of hair out of his eyes.

“Do you want to watch a movie and cuddle on the sofa for a bit? In case you want another round tonight, I can tell you it’ll take at least half an hour for me to recover enough.”

“Sounds nice.”

That’s how you end up watching a comedy and snuggling together under a blanket. Jimin has changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt. You’re wearing one of his overlarge hoodies.

“Since you said I could have anything earlier, how about you cook me another meal soon?”

“On Friday?”

“Good.”

“I think you only like me for my cooking skills. And maybe my mouth and dick.”

He pouts. You laugh and then plant a kiss on those delectable lips.

“Actually, I liked you for your brain first. And maybe your ass.”

“If I hadn’t noticed you looking at it more than once, I would never have made the first move.”

“You saw that?!”

He only winks at you before pulling you into a drawn-out kiss. Looks like the half hour is over.

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Round one – featuring Yoongi

Producer!Yoongi x fem!reader

Summary: Yoongi is really busy lately. It’s been weeks since you’ve been intimate. You decide it’s now or never.

Themes/warnings: AU, smut with a bit of plot, unprotected sex, fingering, nipple play, bit of fluff, handjob, mention of oral (f receiving), established relationship, Yoongi is still a producer in this

Wordcount: ca. 1.5k

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

Yoongi is walking up and down his studio, listening to the person on the other end of the phone call.

He accepted the call right the moment you walked into his studio, mouthing that it was an important one.

Initially, you wanted to just turn around and leave again. But then you thought that you had the right to spend time with Yoongi sometimes too. He’s working on a massive project at the moment and you know it’s important to him.

So now you’re sitting on the sofa in his little recording studio, watching Yoongi stroll around. As usual, his voice is calm and low. You’d have married him for his voice alone, to be honest.

You lean forward and pick up the can of coke Yoongi has given you. Before you came in here, you unbuttoned your blouse a little more. That takes its effect now. Your boobs nearly spill out of the blouse.

When you straighten up again, Yoongi has stopped in front of the little coffee desk and is staring at your boobs. You jut them out a little and smile at him.

Thanks to the jogging pants he’s wearing, you can see that he’s already flying on half-mast. He reaches down and adjusts himself. His eyes never leave your chest.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, right”, he says into the phone. His voice is even lower now. You love how it does that when he’s turned on.

“Touch yourself, please”, Yoongi whispers in your direction.

You quirk up an eyebrow and lean forward a little to put down the coke again. You press your index finger against your mouth. Yoongi nods. Of course, he’ll be quiet.

Slowly, you pop open one button after another until the blouse is open. You slide it off your shoulders and carefully lay it down beside you.

Yoongi has his hand on his crotch, palming himself.

You slide your finger along the outline of your bra. Yoongi’s mouth opens as if he wants to moan. You put your index finger to your lips again. He closes his mouth, biting on his lower lip.

Again, you return to what you’ve been doing. You find it hot the way Yoongi keeps touching himself and he clearly likes seeing you do it too.

Finally, you unclasp your bra and slide down one strap after the other.

“Yes, I’ve got that covered. And I already sent you the file for the first song”, he absent-mindedly says into the phone.

You push down your bra and throw it to the side. Yoongi swallows hard.

With your index finger and thumb, you squeeze your nipple a little. It perks up almost instantly. You roll it between your fingers, enjoying the touch and the neediness it sends straight to your core.

“Love”, Yoongi breathes.

You raise an eyebrow and stop touching yourself. Yoongi closes his mouth. His eyes look so pleading.

You start playing with your nipple again.

Yoongi looks downright desperate as he runs his hand up and down his length through the pants. You get up and step around the coffee table.

Once you’re standing in front of him, you take his hand and place it on your butt. He squeezes as if it were the only thing that were keeping him from exploding.

You slot your body against his and slide your hand into his boxers. In order for him not to make a sound, you press your lips against his. He leans into the kiss, making sure to mute his side of the call first.

Your hand slides up and down his shaft, the precum serving as an extra little bit of lubrication. Yoongi’s hips move in rhythm with your hand.

Suddenly, Yoongi draws back from the kiss.

“Yeah, got it. Thanks. Listen to it and call me with your opinion. But not before in two hours. I have an appointment. Alright. See you.”

He ends the call and throws the phone onto the sofa. It bounces twice before it lands in the crack between the cushions.

“Do you have a real appointment or am I the appointment?”

Now that he has another hand free, Yoongi starts toying with your nipple.

“I wouldn’t call you an unreal appointment. Except…” He trails off, staring at your boobs. You can’t help but laugh.

“They’re real, though.”

“I know.” As if to underline that, he takes one of your boobs in his hand and squeezes it gently. “The unreal part is that you’re half naked in my studio. We should do that more often. Would make taking breaks from work much more fun.”

“I’m free for lunch breaks. Perhaps we can slot in some special appointments.”

As emphasis, you stroke your thumb over his head in slow circles. Yoongi’s eyes roll back in his head.

“I’m glad you came by today. I was tempted yesterday to drive by your work, drag you out and have my way with you in the car.”

You giggle at the mental pictures that conjures up.

“My colleagues would have smirked a bit if I’d come back sweaty, content and slightly flushed."

"Yeah, better keep your stellar reputation intact.”

Yoongi’s hand moves to your pants. He unzips them and pushes them down. His skilled fingers move to your clit and start drawing circles on it. You lean into his touch.

“Here, you can always stay as long as you want and need. Even long enough for a round two and three.”

You move your lips to his neck and place soft kisses all over it. Thank goodness he isn’t particularly ticklish.

“You know I’m always happy for a round two. Well, depending on how long you draw out round one.”

“Today, not long.”

You can hear the desperation in his voice. You withdraw your hand and lips. His dark eyes look at you with the color of steaming hot espresso.

“Then come and get it.”

You step out of your pants and let your panties follow. Yoongi is looking you up and down with a mix of admiration, love and lust. You strut over to the sofa, making sure to shake your butt a little extra.

There, you lie down on your back. You spread your legs, hooking one over the backrest.

Yoongi nearly trips over his own feet as he hurries over to you. You play with your clit as he pushes down his pants and underwear and aligns himself.

“Maybe, next time you’re so busy, we should try to schedule in a bit of recreational time each week.”

“I’m all onboard for that”, Yoongi says through gritted teeth, pushing into you slowly.

You feel a bit of a stretch, but it isn’t uncomfortable. It truly has been too long since you’ve last done this, though.

Once he bottoms out, Yoongi sighs. He looks like the weight of the world is falling off his shoulders. You bite your lip. His nice, broad shoulders.

Yoongi lowers himself over you and plants a kiss on your nose. He starts a slow, steady rhythm. During times like these you are extra glad he’s an expert at all things rhythm related.

You keep playing with your clit, losing focus a little as the pleasure in your stomach builds. Above you, Yoongi is panting. A vein on his temple has popped out. He looks extra hot this way.

After so many weeks without being intimate and so many hours spent fantasizing about exactly this, it isn’t a surprise to you that your high builds quickly.

“Keep going just like that”, you whine.

“’Course, love”, Yoongi pants.

A few more thrusts. Your leg shaking and tightening around Yoongi, and you come undone. Your walls squeeze Yoongi so hard he can barely keep moving.

Not that it matters, because your clenching sends him over the edge too. He cums, his cute lips forming an “o”.

Once both of your highs have calmed down, he lowers himself onto you and buries his face in your neck.

“My beautiful love.”

You merely hum in answer. You stroke his back. You both like being held after sex.

“If this were one of the romcoms you love to watch, I’d have to say something really sappy now.”

You giggle. You know he sometimes likes watching those films with you.

“Except we’re already married.”

“Mh, yes we are.”

Yoongi props himself up on his elbows and looks down at you. All the love in his eyes makes you swoon.

You pout your lips. Yoongi gets the message and gives you a kiss.

“My needy baby.”

“You talked about a second round. Of course, that makes me extra needy.”

Yoongi pulls out of you and gets up. He walks to his desk, where he keeps tissues.

“Then let’s get us cleaned up a little, before…” His eyes move to your pussy. He licks his lips. Oh goodness, time for supreme tongue technology. Your legs start quivering at the mere thought.

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Good game gone bad – featuring Jungkook

Pro Gamer!Jungkook x fem!reader

Summary: Jungkook is gaming with friends. Horny you might get him in big trouble.

Themes/warnings: AU, smut with a bit of plot, unprotected sex, cock warming, mention of oral (f receiving), fingering, nipple play, slight overstimulation, bit of fluff, established relationship, BTS know each other in this one

Wordcount: ca. 1.2

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

You knew you were in trouble when you sat in bed, reading, toying with your nipple. You knew you were in even more trouble when the image of Jungkook popped into your head. Jungkook disappearing between your legs, to be precise. His dark shock of hair perfect for pulling on.

You’re in even more trouble now, peeking into the living room in nothing but Jungkook’s t-shirt.

The only light on is that of the television. Perfect for what you have planned.

He’s sitting in front of the TV with his gaming controller and headset, 100 percent focused.

“Yeah, go for it. I’ll give you cover.”

His tongue is poking out between his lips. He leans forward a little, his eyes getting that mad glint they do when he’s winning.

Silently, you approach. You don’t want to bother him, but you need some attention now. You sit down on the sofa a little away from him.

“Team Kim Seokjin is winning, babe.”

“I thought Jin is on holiday at the moment.”

“He is. We always use that name. Even when he’s on the opposing team.”

You chuckle. They’re weird that way.

You lean back into the sofa and prop your legs up, spreading your thighs just a little. Jungkook’s focus has returned to the game. For now.

Smiling to yourself, you trail your hand down the front of your t-shirt and let it disappear under the hem. You sigh when your fingers connect with your clit and start tapping it.

Out of habit, Jungkook glances sideways. And freezes. Like a bunny caught in the headlights.

“Somebody’s shooting at Taehyung”, you point out, not taking your eyes off the screen. Jungkook’s eyes wander to where your hand is covered up by one of his huge t-shirts.

He licks his lips.

That almost makes you lose all composure and fully look at him. But only almost.

“Stop letting Taehyung die, baby. That’s not nice.“

“That’s not nice”, he asks, his eyes still wide and not focused on the screen.

Your mouth drops open in a near silent moan. Through Jungkook’s headphones, Taehyung laughing and yelling for help is audible. Reluctantly, Jungkook returns his eyes to the screen and does what needs to be done to save his friend.

Once that is done, he leans back and adjusts himself, playing one-handedly.

Of course, that draws your attention to his very visible erection. You scoot a little closer. Jungkook takes your free hand and places it on his cock, his eyes still on the game.

You run your palm over the bulge a few times, before dipping your hand inside his pants. He’s chewing on his lip ring, trying hard not to make a sound.

His boxers are in the way, so you stroke him through them. His hips move with your hand.

His focus turns from the game to you for a moment.

“Can I sit on you”, you whisper.

Jungkook’s mouth falls open. You take your hand out of his pants.

“Keep your eyes on the game, baby.”

Doing as you tell him, Jungkook tugs his pants and underwear down. He strokes his cock quickly, his eyes somewhat glazed over.

You climb onto his lap, making sure to not obstruct his view of the game. Not that he really cares about it anymore.

You take his cock and guide it to your entrance.

“No underwear”, Jungkook mouths. You shake your head with a smile. You love how much that one still surprises him every time, even after three years together.

Slowly, you sink down on him. The fulness is heavenly. Exactly what you’ve been craving the past half hour or so.

When you don’t move, a part of Jungkook’s brain seems to return to the game. You lean your head into his shoulder. You make sure to leave enough space in between your bodies to play with your nipple. Which you proceed to do.

It feels nice. The combination of playing with your nipple and occasionally rocking your hips when the pleasure becomes too much for staying still.

Your walls squeeze more and more around Jungkook as you near orgasm. You bury your face deeper in Jungkook’s shoulder. His friends definitely don’t need to hear you cumming.

Your breathing becomes quick and uneven.

You move your hips in tandem with the waves of your climax as it finally hits you. Jungkook’s thighs tense under you.

“Alright, guys. I’m done for tonight.” He listens for a moment. “No, I don’t care that we lost. Have a good night.”

He presses a few buttons on his controller, takes off the headphones and lays both aside. After, his hands settle on your hips.

"Babe."

With most of the light from the TV gone you can barely see his eyes as you lean back.

“Yeah?”

“Start moving, please. I might explode otherwise. Or implode.”

You snicker at the mental image but do as he asks. His hands grip your hips very tightly after only a few circles.

“Are you mad that I ruined the game?”

“As long as I’m just playing with friends…” Jungkook’s head drops back, his lips parted. “You can intercept as many games as you want then. Especially when you want me inside of you.”

You return your hand to your clit. It’s sensitive, but it still feels nice to draw gentle circles on it.

“Should have recorded that statement for the future.”

Jungkook’s head comes forward. You can feel that his gaze is intense, even though you can’t see his eyes well.

“If there’s a time when I don’t want it, I’ll tell you.”

“You’ve never told me “no” yet.”

“I know.” Jungkook��s hands wander to your ass and squeeze it roughly. “I’m turned on very easily. Now, let me take over, babe.”

You position your thighs a little wider and stop moving. This is your favorite part of this position. When Jungkook takes over.

He thrusts upwards roughly and quickly. You play with your nipples, moaning freely at how good it feels.

Your thighs start shaking, your hips needly push downwards with every upward thrust of Jungkook.

“Babe”, Jungkook whines.

“Jungkook”, you whisper back.

You grab the front of Jungkook’s t-shirt with your free hand. It stabilizes you. The next high is nearly there.

“Babe, I can’t- I-“

Jungkook cums, riding out his high with a few more aggressive thrusts. But he keeps thrusting even after, groaning.

Like that, the waves come crashing down over you within a few more seconds.

Your hips buck on Jungkook’s cock, your head dropping backwards.

Finally, you lower yourself and slump against Jungkook’s chest. He slings his arms around you.

“Thanks”, you mumble into his t-shirt.

“You’re welcome.”

“Well, your video game might have been bad. But this game… we aced that one I’d say.”

Jungkook laughs.

“Couldn’t agree more.” Jungkook hooks his arms under your butt and gets up, carrying you as if you weighed next to nothing. “Come, babe, let’s get both of us cleaned up.”

You sling your legs around his waist.

“You know what got me riled up like that?”

“No.” He cocks an eyebrow at you. There’s a smirk lingering around his mouth.

“I imagined your head between my legs. Running my hands through your hair.”

The smirk grows bigger.

“Let’s see if you’re still interested in that once we get back to the bedroom.”

Giggling, you hide your face against his neck. Both of you know that you definitely will be.

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do you have a masterlist

I have a masterlist now. Please see my pinned post 😊

#masterlist #bts smut #bts imagines

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Masterlist

OT7

BTS reactions - you tell them "saranghae"

BTS reactions - the first kiss

BTS reactions - you sit down on their lap

Jin

You're in trouble now

Pirate Captain

Yoongi

The recording studio

Round one

Hoseok

Meet me in the archive

Namjoon

I need to touch you

Sit on me

How about we have a baby

All night long

Professor Kim's teaching assistant

Jimin

Don't you dare make a sound

Run BTS

In the dance studio

More than roommates?

Lessons with Professor Park

Taehyung

I lost focus

Welcome back home

Jungkook

Cinema adventures

Car sex

Good game gone bad

Halloween party

Dr. Strange (Hobi)

King and Queen (Namjoon)

Bite me (Jimin)

Mafia

They're the bad guys (p. 1)

They're the bad guys (p. 2)

#masterlist #bts smut

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You’re in trouble now – featuring Jin

Non-idol!Jin x fem!reader

Summary: Jin is on an important call with his brother. You haven’t seen him in a week. Nothing will stop you.

Themes/warnings: AU, smut with a bit of plot, unprotected sex, fingering, bit of fluff, Jin is a bit dominant, established relationship

Wordcount: ca. 1.3k

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

You drop your bag in the hallway and slip out of your shoes. Heavenly. Finally home. It’s been a long week. All you want to do is eat and go to bed with Jin. Not to sleep. At least not right away.

You smirk to yourself. After washing your hands, you head to the kitchen. Jin’s voice comes from within. Does he have someone over?

Reluctantly, you open the door and peek inside. Jin is standing at the stove, stirring something in a pot. The delicious smell of tomato sauce engulfs you. Jin makes the best tomato sauce.

You walk inside.

“Of course, we have to go drink something. It isn’t a proper bachelor party without at least one glass of alcohol per thirsty person. Didn’t you say Minho’s fiancée is having a wine tasting night with her friends?”

Jin listens to the phone. You assume it’s about the bachelor party he and his brother are planning for one of their best friends. They’ve been at that for weeks.

You place your hand on Jin’s arm, so as not to startle him too much. He looks down with a frown and big eyes. His face breaks out into a big smile.

“Babe”, he mouths. He leans towards you and gives you a kiss. “I’ll be done in about twenty”, he adds.

You walk to stand behind him and sling your arms around his waist. You’ve felt horny all the drive home. Having Jin within reach now makes you want to strip him right here.

You slide your hands under his sweater and run them over his stomach and chest. Jin is too used to this to care. He even leans back a little into you.

You plant a kiss on the back of his neck. He smells so nice. You trace your tongue over a vein in his neck. Jin turns his head a little and looks back at you.

It looks as if he were conflicted between continuing and properly finishing his phone call. For the time being, you choose that the first option works just fine for you.

“I’ve come to the point where I don’t care anymore where we go. Anywhere. Just tell me the address and I’ll be there.”

You take out one hand from under his sweater, push down its neck part and latch onto the warm skin underneath, sucking a hickey into Jin’s shoulder.

He’s pressing his lips together rather hard. Which means he’s enjoying it. With a smile, you expose a little more skin and repeat the process.

“Uh-huh”, Jin says.

You let your lips wander to his other shoulder.

Jin turns around in your arm. Surprised, you lean back.

“Stop being a brat”, Jin whispers.

He pushes you backwards until your back hits the kitchen island. You look up at him, clinging to the counter with both hands.

“Up.”

Though he’s whispering, his voice is commanding. You jump up onto the kitchen island. To accommodate Jin, you have to spread your legs wide. He just stands there, looking you in the eyes.

“Yes, hyung. We could start with that. Which option do you think is best afterwards?”

Jin places his hand on your naked knee and slides his hand under your skirt. He’s still looking you in the eyes as if nothing were happening.

His hand comes to rest just short of your underwear. You squirm, unsure whether you want this to go further or stop.

“Yes, y/n is returning to Seoul today. She said she’d drop by tonight.”

You bite your lip. That clearly means you have to stay silent for whatever he plans on doing.

As if to confirm that, Jin’s fingers stroke over your underwear.

A week of not having been touched by him means that you are very eager now. You prop your hands up on the counter and lean your head back. With your wide skirt, Jin has unlimited access.

His fingers slide over your underwear up and down, on repeat. The touch is so gentle you barely feel it.

Of course, it leaves you aching for more.

Very slowly, you slide your hips forward a little. When you look at Jin, he has one eyebrow cocked up.

You give him puppy eyes. He shrugs his shoulders and sticks with the higher amount of pressure.

Your head rolls back and you close your eyes.

Finally!

“Of course, hyung. Once we’ve decided on that I’ll send out a text into the group.”

While speaking, Jin’s fingers find your clit. He draws little circles on it.

You want to sigh his name so badly, but bite into your lip. Jin’s brother can’t hear that you’re here. On the kitchen counter. Being fingered by Jin.

You have to smile.

You lose track of time as Jin keeps up his ministrations. At some point, he pulls on your underwear. You lift your hips and let him take your panties off. His touch feels all the more intense on your bare skin.

You lift your head and look at him. His full lips are slightly parted as he watches you squirm under his touch.

“More”, you mouth. Jin blinks his eyes in affirmation.

Your head drops back again as he slides one finger into you. You feel zero stretch. His second finger slips in easily. He curls them and keeps tapping your G-spot. If he keeps that up, you’ll be seeing stars soon.

Suddenly, his fingers are gone.

You want to whine and complain, but his fingers are replaced by the head of his dick pressing against your entrance.

You sigh. About time.

He pushes in slowly. You push your hips forward eagerly.

“Lay down”, Jin whispers.

You comply.

He bottoms out, his eyes rolling towards the ceiling. You eagerly squeeze around him.

Jin takes your legs and places them against his chest. He holds onto them as he pulls out slowly and pushes back in.

You start playing with your clit. The combo of that and Jin’s dick has to be heaven.

“Yes”, Jin says into the phone. “Oh, I think that’s y/n at the door.”

He listens for a few moments.

“True, I haven’t seen her in a week. Thanks, hyung. Keep me updated. Byebye.”

He hangs up and throws the phone down on the counter.

The thrusts, gentle until now, speed up.

“You’re in trouble, babe.”

“Why? I haven’t made a sound.”

Jin’s fake-mad pout turns into a moan. His dark, long hair falls into his eyes.

“Damn. You’re right. You just hugged me.”

“True. You initiated. Not… my… fault.”

Your breathing has become labored as you near your high.

“Jin-ahh.”

You only get a moan in response as your climax hits you. You squeeze Jin so much that he claws his fingers into your thighs.

"Ah, babe.”

With that he cums too, sloppily thrusting a few more times. He leans into your legs, his head lolling forward. He looks spent.

“Welcome back home.”

“Thank you. That was a nice welcome.”

You giggle. It makes your stomach hurt a little from all the clenching before.

“Maybe we should come clean to your brother about living together.”

Jin’s head comes up. He looks sleepy, his eyes half-closed.

“You know that’s still not that common in South Korea. Not until marriage.”

“Then you just have to marry me”, you joke.

Jin smiles and his eyes twinkle in a way that has you mildly worried. Is he developing a fever? Or is this the post-sex high?

“Honey?”

“Just you wait.”

“Uh, how long?”

Jin parts your legs and slings them around his waist so he can lean forward. He gives you a kiss. Then he kisses your cheek.

“About a week”, he whispers into your ear.

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