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lg-bts-cenarios · 6 years

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BTS JK on a honeymoon with his husband | Imagine (NSFW) Part I

[Part 2 Here] [Part 3 Here]

- overuse of pet names like ‘hyungie’ ‘angel’ and ‘baby’, jungoo in panties, and lowkey dom/sub dynamics(?)

- parts 1, 2, & 3: 5,910 words (what the fuck)

- i used the the ‘read more’ option but sometimes it doesn’t work. if you stumble across this n have to scroll through for a long time,, i’m really sorry :\\

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Jungkook’s lips are pulled into a small pout as he watches your fingers make their way up the buttons of your shirt, the fabric light enough to wear even in the heat of Hawaii.

“Hyungie, can’t we stay here at the hotel for a little while?” He sits up on the bed, the pillows soft and comfortable against his back even as he whines. “We can just go sight-seeing later.”

You shake your head, voice gentle even as you argue. “Baby, the guys already paid for a bunch of activities and tours for us, we should participate in at least a couple of them today,” you force yourself to ignore the dangerously puppy-like look in his eyes, “Besides, it’ll be more fun than staying in here all day.”

He lays down on the bed again with a dramatic thump, speaking like a child being denied their favorite toy, “But Hyung, there’s a ton of activities to participate in right here!”

You pretend not to notice the change in his posture. His legs are spread apart further and his right hand sits suspiciously high up on his thigh while his left hand is pulled up to his face, his thin fingers brushing against his lips too prettily to be on accident.

“Mhmm?” You raise an eyebrow, “Like what?”

He licks his lips and sighs, a bit too loudly and high pitched for it to not remind you of his moans, “You really can’t think of anything to do in here, hyung?”

You stare at him for a few seconds, almost giving in before getting a hold of yourself and shaking your head, “Nope, can’t really see anything worth doing.”

He sits up straight and glares, but you can tell he’s not seriously offended even when he crosses his arms against his chest.

“Excuse me? Nothing worth doing? I’m right here sir, thank you very much.”

You roll your eyes, a small smile making its way onto your lips, “Baby, I can do you for as long as you like and however you like- when we get back,” you glance at the clock on the wall, “It’s three in the afternoon, are you really trying to make love while the sun is still out?” It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Well—I was, but apparently my husband doesn’t even think of me as something worth doing,” he looks away and mumbles the rest, “Haven’t even been married for a week and already being treated like some old wrinkly housewife.”

You snort and pull him up from the bed, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

“I was kidding, angel.”

Jungkook looks up at you and then back down at his feet, flustered at the pet name that he’s only used to hearing when the two of you are getting intimate.

You smile knowing you’ve already won, and kiss his cheek one more time, “You can even bring your camera along and film everything! I know you’ve been wanting to edit some new content, and I’m sure the guys would like to see everything we did.”

He huffs, but steps closer to you until his head is tucked into the side of your neck, lips brushing against the skin.

“Hyung…”

“What’s the matter baby? Doesn’t that sound good?”

He sighs and his breath sends a chill down your spine.

His eyes are flirtatious but his voice is a little shy as he looks up at you, eyelashes casting the tiniest of shadows under his eyes.

“I had a surprise for you.”

Oh? Maybe you should stay in after all.

“What kind of surprise…?”

He smirks and walks away from you, ass undeniably plump when he bends down over his suitcase and picks up an outfit to wear out.

“I’ll give you a hint,” He walks into the bathroom and closes the door shut, raising his voice even though the walls are thin enough for you to hear his belt being undone and his pants dropping to the floor, “it’s small, lacy, and makes my ass look great.”

A few moments pass as you think.

The members had explained all the different events and activities they scheduled and payed for, it wouldn’t be fair to waste their money and efforts. You can’t deny Jungkook is tempting, but you’re husbands now, which means you have the rest of your lives to have sex. The two of you will only be in Hawaii for five days, and you’re determined to make the most of it.

He walks out of the bathroom in a tight pair of jeans, the fabric hugging his legs in all the right places as he walks back up to you and tilts his head to the side in feigned innocence, “Hyungie, don’t you want to see what I’m wearing underneath?”

You gulp and forget to breathe for a couple of seconds before turning your back on him and reaching for the keys to the car you rented. It was fairly expensive, but it allows you the freedom to move wherever and whenever.

The keys are cold and hard as you squeeze, the metal digging into your palm. a bit painfully.

It’s always been hard to control yourself around him.

You gather your strengths before turning back to him, an expectant look on his face.

“Baby, that sounds amazing, and we’ll get to it- we will! But you said you’d make an effort to go out and explore, remember when-“

His shoulders slump a bit as he pouts again, groaning as he reaches for the sandals he left under the bed.

“Okay, hyung, I get it. I can take a hint.”

“Angel- I promise to praise and spoil you as soon as we get back,” you hold out your hand for him to take as soon as he’s finished buckling in his sandals, “Let’s just have a little bit of fun out in the world, we can come back here as soon as you get tired, okay?”

He rolls his eyes, but then smiles fondly as he takes your hand in his and follows you out the door.

5 hours and a lot of pouting later ||

Jungkook steps out of the bathroom, hair a little wet, small drops of water falling onto his shoulders, which are covered by a heavy fabric that seems awfully familiar.

The sweater reaches halfway down his thighs, at least a size or two over his usual preference.

You had been waiting for him to finish up in the bathroom and expected for him to come out displaying some scandalous panties, but the thick fabric of the soft sweater doesn’t let you to see anything above his thigh.

Your eyes widen in recognition and you cough, flustered, “Is that the sweater Taehyung got you?”

Jungkook shrugs, “Yeah, what about it?”

He turns off a couple of the bright lights, leaving a few on so that the room is dimly lit, warm and romantic.

“Because I don’t know how I feel about having sex while you’re wearing Taehyung’s birthday gift...”

He snorts, rolling his eyes and stepping closer to the bed, siting on the edge as he rummages through the night stand’s too drawer, looking for something quite essential.

“Aha, found it!” He holds up the small bottle of lube a little too proudly, “And no— we’re not going to do it with it on, the sweater’s just for- the reveal...”

“...Reveal?”

Your eyes narrow in confusion, but Jungkook only stares at you like you’re stupid and blushes even as he gets fully on the bed, crawling over to you.

“My surprise is under the sweater.”

Oh. Okay.

You can’t help the light giggles that spill from your lips, in disbelief over how cute your boyfriend looks even when he’s about to do something that lacks any innocence.

“Hyung- don’t laugh at me!”

You shake your head, placing your hand around his waist and pulling him closer and down until he’s straddling you, “I’m not laughing at you, it’s just...it’s cute,” Jungkook blushes and you’re surprised by how much it affects you even after years of seeing it, “You’re really doing the most, huh?

He quickly jumps in, a little defensive but mostly sweet, “Of course! It’s our first official night as husbands, right? It has to be special.”

You smile and stare at him fondly for a few seconds before your lips meet his, natural and comfortable, “You know any night is special as long as it’s with you.”

“Hyung, marriage has really changed us,” He jokes, the dimples on his cheeks distracting you from what’s going down below for a bit, “Saying cheesy stuff like that while we’re doing filthy stuff like this...”He leans down to kiss you again, rubbing against you.

You raise your hips, desperately seeking more friction as Jungkook grinds down on you, slowly moving in small circular motions.

Your left hand moves from his waist to his hip, and your right palms his member, hard and heavy and hidden under the soft lace undergarment you haven’t been able to see yet.

His hands are on your chest, fingertips tracing small patterns across your chest as he gazes down at you.

He already seems a bit dazed, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he bites down to stop himself from letting out soft moans.

His tendency to be surprisingly loud as a response to the simplest of actions was a small insecurity you’d caught early on in the relationship.

You whisper into his ear, knowing the effect your purposely low voice has on him, “Can I see your pretty little panties, angel?”

Your fingers move to his sweater, just barely lifting it up by a few centimeters, but he quickly pulls your hands back down to your sides before you can see anything.

“But you’re all dressed!” He complains, “It’s not fair- I want to see hyung’s pretty body too—hyungie’s pretty cock.”

“Yeah baby?” You tease, “I don’t think little brats deserve hyungie’s pretty cock though...hmm?” He pouts, and you continue, “What do you think? Shouldn’t you ask more nicely?”

He’s clearly flustered, a bit taken a back, “I- I’m sorry hyungie,” he tries again, “May I please see your pretty cock?”

You smirk and tilt your head to the side, “Of course baby- but only because you asked so politely.”

He helps you out of your shorts, slipping off your boxers and wrapping his hands around your length.

“No baby,” You slap his hands away, not hard enough for it to hurt, mainly just for show, “You can’t touch me without my permission, remember?”

He huffs, frustrated and impatient, “But hyung- I did ask you!”

“You asked to see, but I never said you could touch.”

Jungkook grunts, pulling away and laying down in between your legs, looking up at you with big doe eyes, “Hyungie, can I please make you feel good, with my hands- and with my mouth?”

You coo a little mockingly and run a thumb across his cheek, letting your hand cup his face.

“Of course angel, you know I can’t resist when you ask so-“ Your sentence is cut off by a loud moan that you don’t even realize is your own until he’s forcing another one out of you.

Jungkook’s intentions to use his hands have been forgotten, instead, he sucks at the tip of your head, looking up at you little mischievously.

His eyes don’t leave yours as he bobs his head up and down, only taking a couple of inches, but using his tongue like he knows drives you insane.

“Guukie, you’re so good for hyung,” He takes more of your length, eyes watering as it hits the back of his throat and makes him gag around you, “Shit- slow down baby, just take your time, mhmm?”

He pulls off and gazed up at you again, eager, “Wanna make you feel good-” he leans down to place a couple of small kisses on your tip before sticking out his tongue to lick up and down your length, “Because I love you, hyungie.”

Who knew love confessions mid-blowjob could be such a turn on?

You can’t hold back your moans when he wraps his lips completely around you again, slowly taking you in deeper and deeper.

“Fuck- Jungkook,” he suddenly pulls off again and it’s your turn to whine, “What? Don’t- don’t stop baby.”

He gets up from his spot in between your legs, straddling you again, “Hyungie, did you forget about me?” He leans down to whisper in your ear, pushing his ass back down on you at the same time, “You didn’t forget about your present, did you?”

You raise your brows, shaking your head and insisting that you hadn’t forgotten at all. (You kind of did, but to be fair, it’s really easy to disregard everything else when you have Jeon Jungkook in between your legs.)

“Is it time for the reveal then?” You smile, bringing your hands down and under the sweater, running your fingertips across his toned stomach, “I’ve been dying to get Taehyung’s sweater off of you,” he leans down for a kiss, and maybe you can taste yourself on his tongue.

He giggles, bunny smile too cute to be that sinful, dimples on display, “Hyungie, I seriously endangered my pride and dignity for this, so you have to be grateful, okay?”

You nod, desperate to see the surprise.

“Close your eyes, you can open them when the sweater’s off- okay?”

His voice sounds a little bit shy and nervous, and start to wonder if there’s a reason he’s so hesitant.

Your eyes are shut, and you can hear him fumbling to take the sweater off, weight shifting on top of you.

“Okay, you can open them now...”

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nottexactly · 7 years

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“And you must know by now that my sole life purpose is to provide pleasure, and if that comes from punching me, be my guest.”

- Colin Nott, genesis

General Information

Name: Colin Nott, sometimes Olivia jokingly so his initials would be CON

Name Meaning: Borrowed from the English, Colin originated as a medieval variant of the obsolete Colle, a short form of Nicholas (victory of the people). Nott is a nickname for a bald man or one who kept his hair extremely close-cropped, from Middle English not(te) 'bald' (Old English hnott). English: variant spelling of Knott.

Pronunciation: kolɪn nɑt

Other Names: Collie, Col, Colleen and I thinks these are the only ones people use/have used for him

Titles: I guess he’s the definition of a popular guy, but no longer the heartbreaker since he settled down blah blah

Sex: often. Male

Gender: Cis male

Age: 21

Birth Date: 3rd of February, 2005

Birth Place: Brighton, United Kingdom

Species: Wizard

Home-Planet: Earth

Nationality: British; about 12,5% French I believe

Occupation: Co-owner of Nott Scorpions

Dominant Hand: Right

Astrological Sign: Aquarius

Blood Type: AB

Appearance

Main Appearance: He has bronze colored hair, of medium length, usually apparently natural and messy although cared for and carefully arranged to look so. Blue eyes, not at all transparent and intense in color. His skin tone is generally pale, with a natural bronze due to the fact that half of the year he spends most of his time surfing on beaches. A few freckles, though not prominent especially in the cold season. Average height and weight.

Alternative Appearances: N/A

Image

Wardrobe: Brands don’t matter. The fact that his clothes are, more often than not, expensive has more to do with his taste than the label of the piece of clothing. He wears bold colors, never matching if he could help it, but stylish in an atypical manner.

Accessories: Usual, though his choice in them isn’t as bold as his choice in clothes. He will often wear a scarf or brooches, never a hat, sometimes bracelets and silver if he can help it.

Musical Instruments: N/A. He did a few months of piano in childhood but nothing stuck to him.

Piercings: N/A

Hygiene: Um... yes? More than necessary. He does his manicure and pedicure every three weeks.

Makeup: Only for special occasions unless he is wearing concealer

Perfume / Cologne: I’m not a male perfume expert, but I imagine he smells like CK2. It’s fresh, strong, unisex and common though good.

Scent: Subtly salty like the sea, I’d say

Tattoos: N/A

Health

Diet: Not very healthy. On the contrary, he eats mostly sugar and rarely drinks water.

Exercise: Other than surfing, nothing at all.

Fitness: Not in shape at all, living after a pretty comfortable and laid-back life style without worrying.

Posture: Good enough. He stands tall and straight-backed, feeling generally assertive and in control of the situation.

Abnormalities: N/A

Aids: N/A

Allergies: Allergy to dust, but nothing more than choking during springtime lowkey

Diseases: N/A

Illnesses: Nah

Disorders: N/A and nah

Broken Bones: Not currently, but he had a few broken bones along his life

Reason for Health: At some point a few years ago, he got into a severe motorcycle accident that led to a few broken bones that we have discussed a moment ago and a light skull fracture that was operated. All good now though.

Voice

Accent / Dialect: Strong British

Voice: Calm, analytical, orotund, silvery, assertive, most of the times honeyed as a result of his tone

Laughter: Bubbly, jovial, like he owns the world

Impediments: N/A

Psychology

Languages: English only

Personality: Ignorant, versatile, easy-going, arrogant, hedonistic, idealist and practical at the same time, lazy, relaxed, easily-bored

Philosophy

Outlook on Life: In a stupidly positive light, trying to ignore what he doesn’t like and pretend it doesn’t exist

Philosophy / Motto: "I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." - Maya Angelou

Character

Priorities: Happiness and being completely out of the ordinary and unpredictable to the rest. Whatever those mean at the moment.

Self Confidence: 100000%. Both inside him and how he displays it.

Self Control: Very high.

Self Esteem: Like I said, high!

Quirks: Flashing smiles, words like dear

Hobbies: Surfing, reading

Closet Hobbies: Muggle antiquities hunting

Guilty Pleasures: Pancakes

Habits: Cigarette smoking, whistling

Nervous Tics: Clicking tongue

Soft Spots: Neck

Most Prized Possession: Surfboard

Collections: Muggle book collection

Regrets: Weirdly, only that time when he pretended to be amnesic, because even marrying Mercy he can’t regret

Secrets: N/A right now

Darkest Secret: They’ve already been revealed, but I guess, right now, Jonathan Marks

Pet Peeves: Fashion cliches, people who by default don’t like muggle literature, politically vocal people

Phobias: N/A

Preferences

Likes: Bellinis, jazz music, long robes, reading

Dislikes: The color yellow

Favorites: F. Scott Fitzgerald, the sea, diplomacy, eccentric clothes and behavior, the color purple

Least Favorites: Battles, picking sides, his birthday

Combat

Ability: Better when it comes to wielding the element than wand magic, but prefers not to use either

Position: Usually defense but neither if he can help it

Weapon: Wand and elemental magic, leaning towards the latter

Element: Water

Martial Arts: Zero skill

Strengths: Not physical, he prefers to talk it out and convince people against violence

Weaknesses: Limit situations endangering him physically though he has nothing against psychical attacks mainly

Restrictions: Um, don’t touch the hair?

Home, Work, and Education

Abode: Beach house

Pets: Maeve (cat), Wen (owl), Mouse (viper)

Roommates: Girlfriend Roxanne Weasley, house-elf Thistle

Sleep Patterns: Goes to bed late, wakes up late after about nine hours of sleep, sleeps still, doesn’t snore

Eating Habits: Never out of hunger, always out of curiosity or enjoyment, indulging, eating with knives and forks even when it’s not the case (so, even pizza though he doesn’t like pizza that much), very tidy and meticulous

Social

Mother: Melinda Nott (nee Bobbin)

Father: Theodore Nott

Guardians: N/A

Siblings: Diana Nott

Children: Wyatt Nott (unknown)

Best Friend: Rhys Parry, Scorpius Malfoy, formerly Jonathan Marks

Close Friends: Pretty much everyone else, but firstly: Edward Corner, Noah Sharpe, Lily Luna Potter, Tristan Lavrentyev, Minerva Wood

Friends: The rest of the world, really, but firstly: Alice Longbottom, Allard Dupond, Astrid McCall, Norah McLaggen, Dominique Weasley

Team: Slytherin and other than that, it’s neutral all the way

Acquaintances: The rest of the roleplay

Rivals: N/A

Enemies: Christian Pucey, one-sided, but Louis Weasley

Romance

First Love: Roxanne Weasley

Love Interests: Melinda Pucey, Roxanne Weasley, Mercy Nott (nee Lavrentyeva)

Significant Other: Roxanne Weasley

Sexual and Romantic Orientation(s): demisexual panromantic (if that’s how you call it)

Reactions

Angry: Pretty contained, if it’s serious, solved through tears of frustration, difficult to achieve

Anxious: Nervous gestures such as lip biting and neck rubbing, clearing his throat, trying to look anything but

Conflicted: Similar to anxiety

Criticized: Solemn, eyes on the ground, head down, properly scolded pose

Depressed: Head in palms, crying, hand running through hair nervously, numbness

Embarrassed: Hiding face, nervous smile, nervous laughter, trying to own it and not show it

Excited: Lip biting, smiling with teeth, chuckle after chuckle

Frightened: Neutral, swallowing dryly, trying to keep it under control and as calm as possible

Guilty: Neutral

Happy: Smiling

Humiliated: Palm barely hiding eyes, looking through fingers, awkward smile, pursed lips hinting at a smile

Nervous: Sweating palms, trying to hide it as well as possible, cleaning his throat

Offended: Trying to smile, ignoring it, being extra nice

Praised: Fake meek smile on lips, hand to heart

Rejected: What is that? Probably sheepish smile and awkward neck rubs

Sad: Numb, neutral, eyelids lowered, lips pursed

Stressed: Trying to hide it behind the biggest smile possible, being hyper and pretending to be excited and relaxed

Thoughtful: Silent, fingers intertwined, lips pursed

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