#bts hoseok drabble
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Always, Us (Suchwita)
Min Yoongi/FemIdol!Reader Requests open!
Warnings: Established relationship, discussion of pregnancy and marriage, idol!au
Word Count: 1506 M.list
‘Today on suchwita, we have someone people have wanted for a long while.’ Yoongi addressed the cameras as you stood at the side, excitedly waiting for your cue. Since Yoongi started his show, fans had wanted you to make an appearance, but there was never a good enough reason for you to appear until now. You don’t know if the reason fans wanted you here because they genuinely liked you, or if they just wanted to be nosey about your relationship now that it was public. Either way, you were happy to do this for Yoongi.
‘It’s Y/N of the group Prima.’ He stood from his seat and welcomed you with a bow, before pulling your chair out for you. You feigned shock as you sat down.
‘This is how you know cameras are around. He’s acting like a gentleman.’
‘YAH! Don’t say that!’ He snorted with a laugh as he sat down opposite you. ‘I’m always kind.’
‘Sure if you say so.’
‘I’m sure you noticed I got your favourite alcohol here. I’ll keep it for myself if you carry on.’ He smirked, gesturing to the various colourful bottles on the table.
‘You wanna play that game?’ You challenged, leaning forwards with a smirk to match his own. Yoongi relented, leaning back and waving his hands with a smile.
‘Ok, we’re getting off topic and we haven’t even started yet.’ You also relaxed, but you knew you had won that round.
‘As I was aying, this is your favourite. Let me pour you a glass.’ You held out your glass and thanked him as he poured.
‘People have been curious about us since we went public right?’ You asked, getting right into why you were there.
‘Yes.’ He agreed, drinking from his own glass. ‘How did it feel for you to finally be open after having to hide it for so long?’ Yoongi had given you a brief run down of the kind of questions that would be asked the night before, so that you could prepare, though you didn’t want to just write and memorise a script, especially when it came to your love life. You wanted your words to be as natural as possible.
‘It felt good to not have to sneak around. I know you were relieved too.’ Yoongi nodded in agreement.
‘It made me feel like we were a couple of horny teenagers sneaking out at night.’ He laughed.
‘Oh yeah you’re right! But looking back I don’t know why we hid it so long. People have been shipping us since we first met pretty much.’ You smiled warmly, thinking back to when you posted a picture of yourself and a young trainee Yoongi onto your groups twitter account. Yoongi wasn’t well know back then, but your fans were curious about your connection to the young trainee.
‘Do you remember how we met?’ Yoongi asked, smoothly moving the conversation along. You didn’t answer right away. You looked down as a subtle blush spread across your cheeks as you thought of the memory.
‘Why are you blushing? Don’t get shy now!’ Yoongi laughed as he called you out.
‘Shut up.’ You mumbled, all in good fun.
‘Ok. I was late for rehearsal and I ended up barging into your guys room by accident.’ You cringe at that part. ‘ You all stared at me and I was so embarrassed, but you also offended me that day!!’ Yoongi raised his eyebrows questioningly. Had he really?
‘Yes!’ You exclaimed, making him a little nervous. ‘You didn’t know who I was! Even though I debuted like 2 years before that!’ Yoongi sighed in relief and rolled his eyes.
‘I told you before! I didn’t know many current groups back then! I was too busy trying to debut myself.’
‘Yeah, sure.’ You crossed your arms with a pout.
‘Why are you pressed about that still? It was over a decade ago!’
‘That’s not the point! I’m your senior so you should respect me!’ Yoongi choked out and exasperated laugh, before he addressed the crew.
‘do you see what I deal with on a daily basis?’
‘You see! This is what I mean.’ You laughed whilst gesturing towards him. ‘No respect...’ Yoongi shook his head, laughing at the interaction.
‘You know, my mom keeps asking me when we’re going to give her grand kids.’ You froze and internally cursed him for bringing up this topic. It’s not like you don’t want babies with him, it just never felt like the right time to try. Especially now with his military service coming up...
‘I always thought we’d try after your enlistment, but we never really discussed it....’ You confessed, feeling the energy of the room die slightly. You saw Yoongi’s eyes widen ever so slightly at your answer, but he covered it up by rubbing his face.
You weren’t lying when you said it hadn’t been talked about, so your answer definitely caught him off guard.
‘We also need to find time for a wedding.’ He played it off cooly, trying to move on with a joke. You frowned to yourself. His reaction was strange. This definitely needed more investigating.
The remainder of filming flew by. You’d managed to avoid any more awkwardness after that and put on a good show. You were fairly certain that part would be cut anyway. It may have been a little too personal to bring it up in that way in hindsight....
‘So, do you want to talk about what you said?’ Both you and Yoongi were sat in his car in the parking lot. You could get a lift from the company driver, but Yoongi proffered the freedom of being able to drive himself. ‘About having kids?’ He looked over to you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. Looking down at your hands in your lap, you began to speak.
‘I meant what I said. I want kids with you, but I ... also don’t want to give up my career...’ You trailed off. He sucked in a breath at your words, but stayed silent. ‘I just said that about your enlistment because I didn’t know what else to say.’ You sniffled slightly, but you were determined to not get upset. Yoongi placed a comforting hand on your thigh and leaned across the console.
‘Hey. You won’t loose your career. You really think Bang PD would let you go after all these years?’ He spoke soothingly. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop a few tears escaping your eyes.
‘I know it’s stupid to think this way but-‘ Yoongi quickly shook his head.
‘Don’t talk like that. If you’re upset it’s not stupid, ok?’ He had now moved his hand to the back of your neck, rubbing calming circles into your skin. You slowly looked up at him to see him giving you a reassuring smile. You were unable to stop yourself from reaching up and pulling him into a hug, or as much as you could manage with the gear box between you.
‘I’m sorry I got upset.’ You mumbled into his neck. He craned his neck to place a kiss on the side of your head.
‘Nothing to be sorry for.’ You both stayed like that for a few relaxing moment as you calmed down. Pulling back, you wiped at your eyes before quickly pecking his lips.
‘We need to talk properly at some point, but right now I need you to take me home so I can stuff my face with ice cream.’ Yoongi broke out into his iconic gummy smile as he stared at you.
‘You must be feeling better if you can crack jokes. Now put your seatbelt on woman.’ Yoongi pulled out of the parking lot and started the journey home. You both sat in comfortable silence, only the sounds of the quiet radio played in the car. You thought back to the filming, when you suddenly remembered something he so casually said during the interview.
‘So...’ He glanced at you briefly, before looking back to the road. ‘What was that about a wedding?’ You smirked when he choked on his own spit and clearing his throat.
‘Ah yeah. That...’
‘You haven’t even proposed to me.’ You teased, hoping he might get a hint. Yoongi fully looked at you when he pulled up to a traffic light, smile tugging at his lips.
‘Do you want me to?’
‘I certainly wouldn’t be oppose to the idea!’ You both sent coy smiles to each other and that was that. Conversation over.’ The two of you didn’t need to get married to know you loved each other, but having said that...
And thus, a few weeks later, Korea woke to the news that you and Yoongi had secretly eloped and made your marriage official.
You had a lot of explaining to do to your parents, but you got out of it by promising that you would have a ‘proper’ ceremony at a later date. For now though, you were both content with how things were.
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Jess' B-Day Hobi request:
Hobi x Reader - Amusement park date. Maybe cute and sexy, like reader feels bad for making him go on a particularly scary ride, so she blows him?
HAPPY BDAY JESS!! 🎉🎉🎉💜💜💜
this is so dfljlgdlkjgf. everyone please pray for hobi he really needs it.
swallow your pride
pairing: hoseok x reader
genre: est. relationship au, pwp; smut
warnings: this is mostly just porn, so — a handjob, oral sex (m. receiving which i'm sure you could've guessed), come swallowing, very slight overstimulation. use of pet names. i apologize for the extremely on-the-nose title but it had to be done. no pronouns used for reader. unedited.
rating: explicit. minors do not interact.
wordcount: 1k
You’ve barely crossed the threshold into your hotel room.
Perhaps naively, you’d thought it’d be fun. Thought you’d go on and laugh and grab on to one another and buy the mortifyingly ugly photo at the end. Add it to the stack of all the other mortifyingly ugly photos you’ve collected after years of dragging Hoseok on roller coasters he otherwise wouldn’t go within two-hundred feet of.
Clearly you’d thought wrong.
“I almost died—”
You sigh, pushing Hoseok far enough into the room to close the door. “It was Space Mountain, babe.”
He scoffs. Looks really affronted, offended that you think it so impossible that he could’ve died on Space Mountain. Which just isn’t true. He very well could’ve died—it was very dark and had a lot of sharp turns, not to mention he was a previously undiscovered shade of green by the time it was over.
Not to mention the photo.
Hoseok knew it’d be bad. Knew he hadn’t ridden a second of that roller coaster without the ugliest, most fear-stricken look on his face, and all he could do was try to cash in whatever good karma he had left that it wouldn’t be that bad.
And you—you’d waited for it to pop up on the monitor with the most wicked grin he’s ever seen you wear. So sinister it’d rapidly diminished any hope he’d managed to conjure up. Stuck out your credit card to buy it before he even had a chance to beg.
“That’s not—w-what are you doing?”
What you’re doing is planting both of your hands on his chest to push him onto the bed, rolling your lips to keep from laughing when his knees hit the edge and he tips backwards, overpriced Mickey ears falling off and bouncing to the floor.
What you’re doing is dropping to your knees in front of him, nudging his legs apart to kneel between them. Hoseok’s breath catches in his throat when you start to undo his belt, and it’s instinct, the way he sinks into the mattress, busies his hands in the sheets. Knows to keep them to himself.
What you’re doing is—“Blowing you,” you answer. “That alright?”
“Uh-huh,” comes his automatic response. “Yup. Per-perfectly fine.”
What you’re doing is unbuttoning his jeans and dragging the zipper down, sly smile on your face, tongue pressing into the fat of your cheek, as it strains over his erection. What you’re doing is pushing the denim down to his knees, ghosting your nails along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, delighting in every small gasp that makes it past his lips.
There’s a way Hoseok likes to get sucked off, and it’s almost never like this. Hoseok has never shied away from his neuroticism, and that innate need of his to be in control bleeds into every aspect of his life, including here, so maybe you shouldn’t be, but you’re surprised at how pliant he is beneath you. How subdued. Surprised that his hands are still gripping the sheets and not the back of your head. Surprised that his hips are staying level to the mattress, that his mouth isn’t running a mile a minute.
“You’re being awfully behaved,” you note, eyebrow quirking in question.
He blinks, head lolling forward to ask, “You gonna try to dom me?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling,” you retort, taking his cock in your hand. He’s already so, so hard, flushed and leaking precum. “I’m simply assuaging my guilt.”
Hoseok snorts at that. “Because I almost died?”
You spit in your hand, stroking him once, twice. There’s something about the way he shudders in your grasp. Makes you feel powerful, has a quiet whimper of your own slipping through your parted lips. All of it just serves to rile him up even more, his hips rolling in time with your wrist.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” you say, unable to help yourself; unable to keep the awe out of your voice.
And Hoseok, the cheeky fucker, preens. Closes his eyes and smiles up at the ceiling, not a hint of shame to be found. “What are the od—fuck—odds of you apologizing with your m-mouth?”
You pretend to think it over. “Hmm.” Lean in closer, your breath ghosting along all that sensitive skin. “Pretty high, I’d say.”
There’s another tart comment on the tip of Hoseok’s tongue, practically visible in the stale air of this hotel room, but it dissolves into nothing but a guttural groan once your lips are finally wrapped around him. Tapers into staccato whimpers as your throat constricts and you swallow. He’s still rolling his hips, fucking into your mouth, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping the sheets tighter every time he hits the back of your throat.
Hoseok has never once denied himself of anything. This included.
Spit pools in the corners of your mouth, drips down your chin. Messy, just how he likes it, and there’s nothing more dizzying than Hoseok in the throes of pleasure. Nothing that drags you to the edge faster than watching him go mindless from the indulgence of it. Makes it nearly impossible to focus, but you want to unravel him all the way, want to be responsible for it, want to push him to the brink of overstimulation.
On you go.
It’s so much—your hollowed cheeks, the way you’re fisting at what doesn’t fit, the sounds both of you are making. Has his balls tightening, has him stuttering out your name in a pathetic little whine. Has him so disoriented that the first drop of cum hits your tongue before he can warn you.
“Fuck, fuck—baby I’m gonna, shit—”
He spills into your mouth with a cry, hands finally moving to the contours of your cheeks. And normally you’d take it easy on him, swallow and move up the bed to kiss him just as sloppy, sit on his face, but something about Hoseok in this moment has you feeling undone. Has you wanting to ruin him entirely.
So you keep going.
Hoseok’s eyes go wide. He panics, tries to pull you off, but you know him. Know he wouldn’t let you if he really didn’t want to, just needs a minute to push past the discomfort. You also know you’ll be paying for this later, after he’s come back down to earth, but you’re finding it hard to care.
After all, he almost died. You’ve got a lot to apologize for.
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. . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober day 11
[day eleven: oral fixation]
pairing: hoseok x f. reader
tags/ warnings: pwp, fingers in mouth!!!! (lets gooo), oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, subspace, condescending dom hoseok!!! (lets gooooooo!!!)
notes: sort of smut straight under the cut
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Your press your lips over Hoseok’s covered cock, mouth open, his underwear damp with your saliva.
“My poor thing” he coos, fingers slipping into your hair, pressing your face closer to his cock, nose mushed against the waistband of his boxers.
Your tongue presses over his cock. His head knocking against the back of the chair when you blink up at him through your lashes, lips saliva soaked shiny, pussy grinding against the heel of your foot, the mere thought of his cock in your mouth enough to have your cunt leaking.
“Want something in that pretty mouth of yours?” he murmurs, pulling you away from his cock by your hair, watching distress flicker behind your eyes, whine spilling off your lips. Your mouth hands open, eyebrows pinched together in displeasure as he smiles down at you.
“Answer me when I ask you a question, baby. Remember your manners” he tugs your head backwards.
“Yes” you whisper, breath caught in your throat.
“yes, what?” he urges, eyebrow raised, foot pressing against your pussy, barely toeing over your throbbing clit.
“Yes, I want something in my mouth” shame burns under your skin, flushing pink, climbing up your neck towards your ears.
He hums, tilting your head backwards. He presses a two of his fingers over your tongue. Your lips close around them, tongue laving over the pads of his fingers as he pushes further into your mouth.
You gag around his fingers, spit spilling at the corners of your lips as he thrusts his fingers into your mouth.
“So pretty” Hoseok hums, “Pretty little mouth always so greedy for anything I give you right?”
You nod, blinking away the tears that cling to your waterline when he makes you splutter around his fingers. He pushes another one into your mouth, faintest of smiles on his face when your cheeks hollow a little, sucking them like it were his cock.
“But surely my cock would be better?” he sits up a little straighter, fingers barely pulling back of your tongue.
A laugh bubbles up his throat when your teeth sink down on his bony fingers, zero shame within you as you gnaw at him.
“No teeth, sweetness” he slips his fingers out your mouth, wiping your spit across your bottom lip, smearing it down your chin.
You watch as he pulls his boxers down, just enough to tuck under his balls, hard cock springing free and slapping against his stomach.
“Hobi” your voice breathless, hips rutting forward to catch your clit on your foot as you eye his cock. Watching as a bead of precum slips down his shaft, hand quick to catch it, slicking himself up with his own heady arousal.
“Mmhmm?” he hums, “want it?” he angles the head of his cock your way, tip angry red, desperate for release.
You nod, tongue slipping out past your lips as you scoot further between his thighs. Your hands brace on his legs, fingers digging into the meat of his thighs.
He tugs at his length, thumbing under the head before pushing it towards you.
You lean forward that little bit more, hum vibrating against your throat when your tongue presses on the underside of his cockhead, quick to wrap your lips around him. Suckling at the tip, tongue pressing against his slit to try and coax more precum out of him.
“That’s it” Hoseok groans, “feel better now you have my cock in your mouth?”
You hum, watching his face as you suck a little harder.
His thumb tugs at the corner of your lips, hand still wrapped around his cock. He presses himself a little further into your mouth, angling his cock into your cheek, watching your skin bulge with his length. His other thumb stays hooked against the corner of your mouth, rumble of a groan in his chest as he pushes further into your cheek.
His cock slips out your mouth when he legs go, mix of your saliva and precum sticky against his stomach.
“Come on baby, sate that pretty little mouth of yours” his fingers tangle into your hair, pulling you closer to him.
You press a kiss to the underside of his cock, letting your spit dribble down to his balls before you lick up his length, quick to shove the tip in your mouth.
You press yourself further down, swallowing each inch. Hoseok moans, hips jerking upwards further into your mouth when your tongue prods against a prominent vein, rush of pleasure wracking down his body, cock jolting inside your mouth.
Your nose presses against his stomach, fingers digging into his thighs as you hold yourself there, deep breath through your nose, tickling his skin when you exhale.
You keep yourself there, eyes falling shut as your tongue rubs over the underside of his cock, hips barely rutting against your foot anymore as your mind slowly fizzles to nothing but a pile of mush.
The only indication you have of Hoseok cumming is the gentle tug at your hair, throat swallowing around his length rhythmically to help aid him towards his release.
You pull back ever so slightly, just enough for your tongue to press in that little spot under his cockhead that has his thighs shaking.
You hum when you feel his thick release coat your tongue, sinking that final inch of his cock down your throat as you milk him, spurts of cum shooting down your throat. Making no move to leave his cock even as he grows soft. Simply happy, mouth full, and mind nothing but a haze of gentle pleasure.
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Left Your Mark
Hobi x Reader
Summary: You accidentally leave marks on Hobi’s back, so he returns the favor. A slight part 2
to this drabble, but it can also be read on its own.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, unprotected sex(don’t do this pls) soft dom-ish Hobi, marking, not
proofread
A/N: Thanks to @ygwa for requesting this! I hope you like it!
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It was still early when Hobi woke, pale blue light just beginning to seep through the curtain of his
bedroom. Sleepily, he glanced over to his left, a small smile stretching across his face as he
took in your sleeping form, curled tightly against his side, your head resting on his bare chest.
Careful not to disturb you, he detangled himself from you and slipped out of bed, a plan already
beginning to form in his mind to surprise you with breakfast in bed.
As he made his way to the bathroom to wash up, he became aware of a faint stinging sensation
on his back. Curious, he clicked on the light and turned around to examine his back in the
mirror, his mouth forming a small ‘o’ in surprise before shifting into a smirk as he caught sight of
his reflection.
The normally smooth expanse of his back was littered with bright red and pink lines, a vivid
reminder of your activities from the night before.
A soft gasp from behind him though pulled him from his thoughts.
He looked up to see you standing in the bathroom doorway, dressed in his oversized t-shirt,
also staring at his reflection in the mirror.
“Hey Honey, did I wake you?” He asked lightly.
You didn’t answer, coming over instead to inspect the marks that stretched across his skin, your
expression unreadable as your fingers lightly traced over them.
“Like your handiwork?” He asked with a smirk, making you retract your hand, your face flushing
in embarrassment.
“Sorry.” You said in a small voice.
Hobi turned to look at you properly, confused. “Why are you apologizing?”
“Because I hurt you.” You said, looking down.
“You didn’t hurt me, baby. To be honest,” He said, lowering his voice. “I like them. They show
how good I made you feel.”
You didn’t respond, staring down at your feet shyly as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.
He caught your hands in his own. “Look-”
He pulled you to him, guiding your arms to wrap around his torso, your hands coming to rest
over the stripes along his shoulder blades.
“Look how perfectly we fit together.” He breathed in your ear, shivering from sensitivity as your
fingers ghosted over the marks.
You could see the way his hands rested so naturally on your hips, pulling you closer, the way
your face peeked over his shoulder as he dipped down, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses
along your neck, making your eyes darken as you stared at the two of you in the mirror.
You lost focus though when you felt him nip at the underside of your jaw, letting out a quiet gasp
as he licked over the spot before sucking lightly.
“Hobi.” You whined.
“I gotta mark you up too, baby, so we match.” He cooed, his voice dropping as he added. “Need
everybody to know who you belong to.”
You squeezed your thighs together, feeling a spark of arousal ignite deep in your belly at his
words.
Your movements didn’t go unnoticed by him, smirking against your neck as he spoke again.
“Do you like that?” He said lowly. “You like me calling you mine?”
You whined again, pressing your face against his shoulder to hide your darkening cheeks, but
he was having none of it, pulling back to catch your chin, tipping your face up to meet his gaze.
“Words, Sweetheart. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I-I like it.” You stammered, your brain already starting to go foggy from his touch. “Like being
yours.”
He broke into a wide smile, finding your flustered state absolutely adorable, capturing your lips
as he pulled you tight against him.
“My sweet baby” He breathed in between each kiss. “Mine.”
His hands slipped down over the swell of your ass, smirking against your lips as he realized you
were wearing anything under your(his) shirt.
He spun the two of you around so that you were now pinned between the counter and Hobi,
letting out a moan as he ground against you, his growing length straining against his shorts.
You let out a squeak of surprise as he suddenly gripped your thighs, boosting you up onto the
counter with surprising ease.
His lips latched onto your neck again, taking his sweet time as he trailed little kisses and bites
along your skin, mumbling praises under his breath as he pushed your shirt up.
“You’re so beautiful.“ He said, almost more to himself than anything else, diving down to capture
one of your nipples in his mouth, making you let out a moan, your hips twitching forward in
response to grind against him, the friction of your cunt against the material of his boxers giving
you a tiny bit of relief, but not nearly enough.
“Feel so good, baby.” He gripped your hip tightly, returning the action by rocking his hips into
yours. “Keep making those pretty sounds for me.“
He loved how responsive you were, how needy you got, your moans coming out higher as you
lightly tugged on his hair while his hands stroked your thighs.
“Hobi, need you,” You gasped. “Please.“
Hearing the desperation in your voice, his patience finally left him, drawing back just enough to
free his aching length from his shorts, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.
He pushed your legs further apart, giving himself plenty of room to work as he fisted his cock a
few times, staring down at your gleaming cunt before teasing the red tip through your slick folds,
making you clench around nothing.
“You ready?” He asked breathlessly.
You nodded eagerly.
Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly pushed into your pulsing heat, the initial stretch
still making your head spin despite having had him inside you just the night before.
When he bottomed out, he paused, watching your face closely as you both adjusted, waiting for
you to give him a signal before beginning to move, keeping his strokes slow and deep at first as
you relaxed around him.
“You feel so damn good, Angel, take me so well.” He groaned. “Like you were made for me.“
He dipped back down to claim your lips again, panting into your mouth as he pushed into you
over and over, the sounds of your bodies colliding echoing off the walls of the bathroom.
Picking up his pace, Hobi re-angled his thrusts, precisely hitting the spot inside you that made
your eyes roll back in your head with pleasure.
You wrapped your legs tightly around his hips, nails clawing at his back as you clung to him
desperately, eliciting a low growl from Hobi.
“Fuck, Angel, I can feel you squeezing me so tight.“ He groaned, speeding up thrusts even
more, making you start to tense up as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching.
“Hobi,” You whined. “ ‘m close.”
“Hold on just a little longer for me, Baby, I'm almost there.“ He panted, his strokes growing
sloppier and more frantic, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he chased his release.
You tried desperately to focus as he asked you, fighting against the rising tidal wave in your
body, until you felt his teeth scrape against your skin as he latched onto your neck again.
Unable to hold back any longer, your vision went white as you came with a choked cry of his
name, practically gushing around his cock.
Feeling you clench and spasm around him triggered Hobi’s own release almost instantly, his
hips snapping forward harshly before stuttering to a halt with a deep groan, spilling his seed
deep inside your twitching heat.
Hobi slumped against you as you both slowly came down, able to feel each other's racing
heartbeats as they gradually slowed.
After a few moments, he drew back, staring down at you softly, taking in your dazed expression,
marks blooming across your skin.
“You’re so beautiful.” He breathed.
“So are you.” You replied, smiling at him tiredly.
Careful not to overstimulate you, he pulled out slowly, groaning as a trail of his release slowly
leaked out of you.
“We need to get cleaned up.” He chuckled. “You know, I was going to treat you to a nice
breakfast in bed.”
“We can still do that.” You yawned, making him chuckle.
“Maybe later.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “I think some of us might need some more
sleep first.”
“Mmm, okay.” You hummed, already beginning to doze off in his arms.
He quickly helped you clean up before leading you back to bed, making sure you were situated
and comfortable before quickly climbing in next to you, pulling you close.
“Sleep well, Beautiful.” He whispered, resting his head on top of yours, still wearing a faint smile
as he drifted off with you.
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Request: Jimin and/or Hobi x innocent/virgin reader. innocence/corruption kink. maybe teaching her how to do a blowjob idk. smut.
WOOOOOF usually virgin/innocent smut is not really my bag but. idk. the stars aligned and in this moment it was very much my bag. we went full nasty with it 🙆♀️ thank you for this req - i hope you enjoy!!! 🌹
~taking jihope drabble requests all month!!~
pairing: hoseok x virgin!reader
wordcount: it's like 1.2k but we had a vision alright
contains: member POV 😈, alcohol mention, reader is a virgin and v sexually inexperienced (it's her first time doing like everything okay), hobi is a good teacher tho 😏, first blowjob, he is... definitely turned on by her innocence (i mean this is really what it says on the tin lmao), some dirty talk/name calling, face fucking, might be under-negotiated if u squint, she touches herself, a surprise facial lol, manhandling, he eats her out over her underwear - i think that's it !!
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You’ve never done this before.
That’s all Hoseok can think as you sink to your knees in front of him, eyes big and blinking, awaiting instruction.
It’s why you picked him, he’d learned tonight, after you’d sipped at your vodka cranberry until it loosened your lips. You’d swiped on his dating app profile after seeing his listed occupation: dance instructor.
That’s what you needed. A teacher.
You’d confessed it with your face buried in your palms, drunk enough to say it but sober enough to still feel the shame. Growing up, you’d listened to the stories as your friends started having sex, blossoming one by one into experienced, confident adults. But it just never happened for you.
And now, here you are. A late bloomer. Inexperienced. “A virgin,” you’d admitted, mortified. “It’s fucking embarrassing.”
Hoseok thought it was hot, actually, but he kept that to himself.
He knows he’s a good teacher: attentive, detail-oriented, a good communicator. And very patient. But fuck, if seeing you sit back on your socked heels and lick your lips doesn’t test that patience.
“Take it out, baby.”
You fumble open the button on his jeans, shaky-handed, clearly nervous, so Hoseok helps you out, easing pants and boxers down in one go. He doesn’t miss the look on your face as you take him in.
God, he’s already hard and you haven’t so much as breathed on him.
“Ever seen one before?” he murmurs, fingers carding through your hair.
The self-conscious exhale you let out tells him the answer before you even find the words. You don’t have to.
“That’s okay. Just touch it.”
Hoseok can barely bite back his groan when you wrap your hand around him and give a tentative squeeze. He allows you a second to get used to the weight of him, the feeling, velvet firm and blood hot.
Shy little thing with a cock in her hand. He’ll ruin you if you let him. Take every first you’re willing to give.
You shift on the floor, and Hoseok thinks maybe you’re gonna ask to stop, crawl back into his bed for another hour of his tongue in your mouth, his hands pawing at your tits over your shirt.
But then he feels it: the soft pink drag of your tongue at the crown of his cock. One pass, then two. Like he’s a fucking ice cream cone.
It tears a rough sound from the back of his throat. He wonders if you can feel him pulse in your hand, if you can taste the precum drooling out of his slit as you keep on kitten licking at him.
“Yeah, you wanna taste?” he asks, and you nod with his cock still on the flat of your tongue. “Suck on the tip,” he instructs, because this is what you’re here for. “Just watch your teeth.”
With a soft noise, you do what your teacher says.
Hoseok’s first taste of the sweet, wet warmth of your mouth is made twice as good by the way you glance up at him through your lashes, clearly searching for an affirmation that you’re doing it right. Too innocent to know what you look like: a perfect little whore.
“So pretty like this, baby,” he groans, ever a believer in positive reinforcement. “Suckin’ on your very first cock.”
A muscle in your throat jumps; he wonders if that’s a twinge of embarrassment rolling through you. Wonders if it’s fucked up how much he likes that.
“Want some more?” he asks, and you’re already stretching your lips further down his shaft, dragging his entire tip and then some over the hot stripe of your tongue. Hoseok cups your jaw with one hand as he pushes into your mouth, gentle as he can. He can’t quite hide the ragged edge to his breathing.
“Hollow your cheeks,” he rasps. “Suck harder.”
The added pressure when you tighten up around him nearly makes his knees buckle.
“Fuck,” he moans, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. “That’s it.”
Your rhythm isn’t perfect, but he figures maybe the best way to teach is by example, so he reaches down to hold your head in both hands as his hips start to kick forward.
“Let me use you, baby,” Hoseok breathes, and he didn’t really mean to say it out loud, but the noise you make around his dick is everything he needs to hear.
Another low moan rips through him at the sight of you, his little virgin down on her knees and just fucking taking it, and he picks up the pace, deliberately fucks into your mouth like he wants to mold your tongue in the shape of him.
“Already a slut for this cock, huh?”
A crease notches between Hoseok’s brows. His eyes drink you in as his hips roll: the willing gape of your mouth, the flutter of your lashes, the thick spit gloss spilling from the seal of your lips.
And then his gaze tracks lower, and– oh.
You’ve let your knees peel apart, just enough to hitch your skirt up the smooth skin of your thighs, and the hand that isn’t clung to Hoseok’s hip for balance has snaked its way between your legs. But you’re not touching yourself, not really. You’re just… grinding the flat of your palm into your underwear. Thin white cotton, plain and not meant to be sexy, not bought for anyone else to ever see. Somehow the hottest fucking thing.
Hoseok chokes on a whine because fuck, is this how you always get off? Too sweetly unsure to actually masturbate, just rutting your hot little pussy against your hand, a plushie, the corner of your bed.
Ashamed of the pleasure and chasing it anyway.
The thought is dizzying, distractingly so, and he miscalculates a thrust, feels the head of his cock scrape the back of your throat and everything clench tight at the intrusion.
He pulls out with a gasp to give you a second, but even the friction of that quick drag is enough to tip him over the edge, and then his hand is mindlessly tugging at his wet shaft because he needs to come so fucking bad.
And then he does, he is, he’s coming, sticky thick ropes of it leaking from the head of his dick before he can even warn you. All that he manages is another groan as he paints you, white streaks splattering over your cheeks, down your neck, a little in your hair; making a mess of you.
To Hoseok’s surprise, you don’t react with disgust or even shock. Instead a soft moan slips through your spit-slicked lips, and your hips buck harder against your palm, and he can’t hold back another fucking second.
He’s already on the floor, and maybe it’s too rough, the way he drags your hips toward him until you’re flat on your back, but he can’t not do it. Can’t not shove your legs open to bury his face between your thighs, can’t not lick up the already soaked-through seat of your panties and gasp against it at the raw taste of you.
And he’s the first to ever have it.
It doesn’t take much, just a few more drags of his tongue, rubbing firmly at the clothed seam of your virgin pussy until your hips shove up and your hands tangle in his hair as you come.
Hoseok can already tell he’ll play the moment back until he wears out the mental recording of it: your spine arching off the hardwood floor, his cum still dripping down your face as you moan like the whore he knew he could make of you.
After all, he’s a very good teacher.
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‘Of Course Baby.’- Jung Hoseok
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Genre: Drabble, smut, fluff at the end♡
Pairing: military! Hoseok X Reader
Summary: You needed him one last time before he left again..
Word count: ~1,2k
Warnings/tags: Buffed!Hoseok, military!Hoseok, big dick lol, kissing over his boxers, oral (m receiving), making out, cums in her mouth, unprotected sex, he cums twice, cunt penetration, stand up sex (he carries her), rough sex, creampie, clothed sex.
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‘Don’t go babe~’ you tell him as he’s ready to leave the apartment early.
‘I have to, next time we’ll see each other we’ll spend another amazing week, alright?’ He said trying to comfort you.
He was leaving for the military again and was already wearing his uniform.
And though you had enough time this whole week to do as you pleased together, you wanted more, just one last thing.
‘Please baby…’ you whisper with a pout while locking eyes with him.
He then gets closer to you and whispers back ‘What do you want?’.
‘You know what I want…’ you answer him, meanwhile your hands start caressing his buffed chest, fingers going over his covered nipples before going straight to the point and holding his bulge entirely in your hands, squeezing it.
His leg twitches at the sudden touch but he doesn’t reject it, instead, he puts his hands over yours that’s on his crotch, and asks you one more time ‘Are you sure?’.
You nod immediately, and he starts moving his hand with yours on his cock on the side of his pants.
You can feel his cock getting harder and harder as you hear his breath becoming irregular.
Your lips then reach out for his, connecting each other like a puzzle and sucking his bottom lips, nibbling on it before his tongue starts playing with you.
Now that you were both making out and things were getting really heated.
You decided to unbutton his pants, pulling them down just enough to see his cock entirely in his Calvin Klein boxers.
You pull your lips away from his, then get down on your knees and get close to his boner. And to make it better for him, you try to arch your back as much as possible to make your ass more visible for him.
Indeed, when you looked up to him after, you got to see him looking at you with his siren eyes and a smirk, admiring your face and position from his point of view.
You couldn’t lose any more time.
You start kissing lightly his thigh before reaching his boxers and kissing his crotch, then finally, kissing his length over the tissue.
You place a few wet kisses from the top to his bottom and once you reached his tip, immediately wrapped your lips around it, making sure your spit passes through the tissue as you suck it like a lollipop.
You can hear Hoseok moaning, and you moan back with his tip in between your lips, making him feel vibrations.
But he needed more… he pulled you away then got his dick out of his boxers before pulling you back in harshly, his tip hitting the back of your throat.
He has his hands on your head, holding your hair as he pushes himself in and out your mouth recklessly, because nothing turned him more on than your gagging and wet sounds coming from your mouth, or pussy.
He feels himself already hitting his high as you suck him off like a pro, and indeed, a minute later he found himself pushing himself as deep as possible as he releases his cum down your throat.
Afterwards, he pulled out and took your hand, then carried you to get you up. He kissed your lips, as you tried to stand up correctly while your pussy was making wet sounds.
And when Hoseok heard your pussy begging for his thick cock, he knew he had to please you.
‘Fuck me please… I need you inside…’ you said with the strength you had left, and he answered without any doubt ‘Of course baby.’. But since there wasn’t any place to lay down, he thought he’d just do something he always wanted to try, have sex with you, standing up.
First, he took off your pants and panties with his strong hand, then he picked you up by your ass, making your legs wrap around him as his cock was fit and ready to penetrate you.
‘Can you really do this?’ You ask him, scared that he wouldn’t be able to pull this position the entire time.
‘Of course I can.’ He answered with confidence. Indeed, you could feel his strength in his arms, he could probably do this all day actually.
He quickly spits on his hand and spreads it on his hard cock, before finally getting you lower and pushing his tip into your wet cunt, making you feel him entirely and each inch of him.
You moaned deeply when he entered you, and then he started pounding in you, already finding your sweet spot and making you see stars around you.
There was something incredibly hot about him being able to carry you, make you jump up and down on his dick while he was standing up. Clapping sounds and loud moans were resonating around the room.
He was someone that always encouraged you to be as loud as needed, he always made sure you were confident about your body and moans and always empowered them.
‘You look so good baby.’ ‘Louder. Your moans are so hot…’ ‘I wish I could picture your pretty ass right now.’
Are the sentences that he said all of the time.
Meanwhile, he kept on making you feel so full and secured, his strong arms making sure you don’t fall off while he hits your sweet spot continuously, making your orgasm come fast to you.
‘I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum.’ You warned with a breathy voice.
‘Me too, I’m close.’ He answered.
Your legs started shaking around him, being completely vulnerable and putting your whole weight on him as he kept on carrying you easily.
Then you arched your back as he leaned back and pushed himself the deepest possible in you. Meanwhile, he kept a hand on your ass to keep you close and secured, and used his other to cup your face and make you look at him.
You scream of pleasure and once you felt his cum releasing in a rush inside you, you released yours, making both of your juices mix up in your one spot.
You kept eye contact the whole time, but once you came down from your high, you felt so exhausted your eyes closed alone.
He finally pulled out, and tried to make you stand up but it’s impossible for you in this state, so instead, he picked you back up, brought you to your bed and kissed you softly.
‘I’m sorry I can’t properly give you an aftercare or cuddle with you, but you know I’d love to. I have to go now… I’ll text you a lot, goodbye love.’
He said before kissing your forehead, then leaving silently.
When you woke up, you went to the kitchen and saw a paper on the table;
‘I love you♡ rest well and keep pictures of me close to you. I’ll be thinking of you and looking at your pictures before going to sleep every night, as always. I’ll be back soon. - yours (aka future husband)♡’
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Hoseok headcanon (freaky edition)
Kinktober
Has a darker side
BDSM (big on sadism & masochism!!) loves to dominate!! Will restrain you and watch you become a mess while he watches you. Will definitely inflict pain just to see you tear up.
Definitely touchy feely and loves skin contact
Hate sex & angry sex (but don’t get it twisted he’s also a lover boy and very affectionate)
Top, dominant and master. He enjoys being in control. Doesn’t mind switching between top or bottom but prefers to dominate.
Toys!!! (WHIPS!! Shows no mercy) + spanking
Loves when you beg for it. Wants to hear you saying please repeatedly.
Blindfolds/sensory deprivation he will probs get excited
Orgasm denial (for both of you) loves having to plead for it + visa versa. AHHHHH and he’s an overstimulation KING OMGG!!!
WHIMPERSSS!!!!!! Will do that shit in your ear with no care
Power play
Talkerrrrrrrr. Will definitely talk you through it and will babble to himself.
10/10 after care, will probably involve massages.
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Day 1: Sweet things soft!yandere bts does to make you unconsciously fall in love with them <3
Part of the Love, Amour, Aur Pyaar drabble series for February!
Word count: 1.1k, 1.3k, 2.0k, 0.5k, 1.5k, 0.8k, 1.8k (respectively, for a total of ~9.3k)
Content and Warnings: soft yandere (though can be read as not yandere, for most of them), love, nicknames, "productivity" ruts, insecurity, fluff, suggestive but no smut, wandering hands,
Author' note: This is for a challenge that I've put on myself to write every day of the month. The goal is not to write a lot, but just to write something. Obviously I failed this time, as I lost control of keeping these short. They were all supposed to be about 0.5k like Joon's (his was the first I wrote) but I just can't control myself and they ended up getting way too long. Especially Hobi's. I blame it on the fact that I haven't written for him yet, so I just went all out. It's unedited, as all of these will be. Don't expect timely posting as, again , this challenge is more for me to write, not for me to post. But yeah, enjoy! And let me know what you think. This is the first time I'm writing headcannons like this, so it was fun!
Kim Seokjin
~ He cooks for you
~ Your annoying roommate who seems to care for no-one else but himself, who made a little too much noise when he was playing video games in the living room, whether it be due to his first person shooter or him swaying his hips as the latest version of Just Dance blared out of the surround sound speakers he’d installed when he first moved in, your infuriating roommate who always forgot his clothes in the washer, making you put his wet, cold clothes in the dryer
~ That same, selfish roommate always found time to pause his little game, or whatever other activity, to make you food when he noticed you venture out of the room you rarely came out of (due to not wanting to see the irritating man) and into the kitchen
~ No matter how many times you tell him that you are capable of making your own lunches, he always pushes you aside and begins cooking himself
~ Making you sit at the breakfast bar with a statement along the lines of: “well, I’m hungry now, so I’m going to make lunch. You suck at cooking, so you might as well just eat what I make, I don’t want the whole house to smell like burnt fish like last time.”
~ Which is a lie, by the way
~ You do not, by any means, suck at cooking or leave the house smelling bad
~ You’re actually a pretty good cook
~ Now, you may not be a world-class chef, but you definitely knew your way around the kitchen
~ But you see, dear reader, acts of service (or more specifically, acts of cooking) were Jin’s love language
~ He may not be good at keeping up with his chores, or keeping his voice low when you were in your room trying to relax, but he did try to show his affection for you through his cooking (as he knew no other way to try and get closer to you)
~ Seeing you eating the recipe that he had perfected a few years back with a huge smile that he rarely got to see directed towards him (due to your disdain for your immature, hectic roommate) was enough to make a red hue coat his face
~ When you would finish your plate and finally notice his blush, no amount of questioning would lead him to admit that seeing you look happy—happy because of him—was the reason behind it
~ He would give excuses like: “It’s from the hot stove!” or “I put five chillies in the marinade, and it’s too spicy now!” or the wildest, most unbelievable excuse he’s given till date “I’m trying to keep myself from vomiting!”
~ Like… why would he be about to vomit when he sat beside you at the breakfast bar eating a bite of the softest and most delectable cupcake he’s made to date????
~ This cupcake would never make even the worst critic want to vomit???
~ Why does he refuse to admit it’s just because seeing the way that you’re happily swaying as you devour your third cupcake of the night made his heart swell in his chest???
~ Before, you may have refused to leave your room any more than necessary due to how Jin always managed to raise your blood pressure
~ But over the past few months of him taking up cooking for the both of you, he’s been able to see you much more than just the three times he would usually see you (breakfast, lunch, and dinner)
~ At first he would only see you when you needed to eat or leave the house, but with time, you began to spend more of your day with him, watching him cook up his new creation for the both of you to try together
~ He unconsciously started to make recipes that took longer, just so you would sit in front of him for more time as he chopped vegetables and stirred pots
~ You began to actually speak to him, and not just yell at him to make sure to take out the trash and remind him that it was his turn to clean the bathroom
~ You guys were actually talking, but not just talking, you guys were getting along
~ Who would have thought that the roommate you used to complain to your friends about over the phone, would soon become someone who you wanted to spend time with?
~ With his longer recipes, you now would bring some sort of entertainment with you, sometimes a book, or your phone, or sometimes you’d sneak off into the living room across from the kitchen and begin messing around with the game he had put on pause when you came out of your room declaring you were hungry and asking him to make that one pasta recipe you loved
~ You would laugh as he’d yell from the stove about how you were “going to mess up my save files!”
~ Slowly he was able to coax you out of your room to spend more time with him in this way, until the equilibrium shifted, and you began to spend more time outside of your room than inside of it
~ Outside of your room and with him
~ Before you knew it, your night time routine had shifted.
~ Your routine used to be eating the delicious meal that jin made for you, washing the dishes for the both of you (it was only fair with him cooking for you all the time), and then heading straight back into your room with a small, reluctant thank you
~ But now?
~ You would wash the dishes, and instead of going into your room, you’d settle on the couch where Jin had gone back to playing his video games
~ When he’d notice you were done with the dishes, he’d throw one end of the blanket that he was wrapped up in to you
~ He’d try not to draw attention to the flush that had resurfaced on his cheeks again (due to you willingly spending time with him outside of cooking now) as he kept his eyes locked on the tv, but it was a fruitless attempt as you had grown fond of the rosiness of his cheeks and would notice it even if he were to try to hide the red under a pound of concealer
~ He’d try not to gulp when you’d slide closer to his end of the couch, pressing against his arm, a hand falling on his thigh under the blanket, peeking over his shoulder at the controller in his hand
~ You’d whisper out a low-toned comment of how you wanted to learn how to play too, how you wanted him to teach you how to play
~ He was willing to cook for you three times a day—that took a lot of effort, you had to admit
~ Maybe it was time for you to return the favour
Min Yoongi
~ He always indulges you in your newest hobbies
~ You tend to hop from one interest to another
~ One day you’re learning how to crochet, the next you’re folding a thousand paper cranes
~ Always grasping at the newest pastime that you saw pop up on your feed, you tend to hole yourself up in your room, fiddling with tiny strips of paper as you fold paper stars (at least, that’s what you were obsessing over this time)
~ He would gladly sit beside you, cutting thin strips of paper just so you didn’t have to stop your folding to restock
~ When you had quickly changed to knitting, and the shoe box of paper strips were left to rot under your bed, he didn’t make you feel bad at all
~ Whereas your friends from the past made you feel guilty when you wouldn’t stick to your hobbies long enough to actually use up the things that they had helped you with or bought you (claiming they had wasted their time helping you)
~ Yoongi, on the other hand, would just smile and ask you about the new task that had caught your eye
~ He’d rather bite off his own tongue, than say anything that would make you feel bad
~ Quickly he’d adapt and now, instead of cutting strips of paper, he was rolling your yarn into balls by hand as your playlist played in the background
~ Though the music was playing, he was focused more on you explaining the new pattern that you’d learned, watching as you ranted about the required tension in the yarn as you fiddled with your newest project
~ When you were able to stick to a hobby long enough to complete a project, he was the one who was the most proud of you compared to anyone else
~ When you showed him the bottle green knit ribbed sweater you had completed for him, he was smiling ear to ear, pulling his current hoodie off in an instant to put on the one you’d made him
~ He watched sweetly as you moved his body around to show him all the techniques you had to use
~ Lifting his arms up to show him where you had to attach the sleeves to the torso of the sweater
~ Tilting his chin up so you could get a better look at the neckline, as you told him how you had to learn a different stitch just to make it
~ You tried to pretend like you didn’t see the endeared, rosy look on his face, when you looked back up at him, realizing just how close you were to him at that point
~ You took a step back from him, clearing your throat, asking him to do a spin so you could see how the back fit him
~ You hoped he didn’t discern that the only reason that you had asked him to turn was so you’d be given a chance to collect yourself
~ When he finally did turn back around—at your say—he gave you a small, tender smile
~ “Thank you”
~ You could have melted right there
~ You loved how he didn’t even point out the fallen stitches as he hugged the fabric close to himself with a smile
~ But even in obviously love-filled moments like that, it wasn’t enough to really pull you together
~ It wasn’t until you had taken up learning how to play the guitar, that the both of you couldn’t skirt around your feelings any longer
~ When your feed had become filled with electric guitar covers of classic rock, pop rock, and modern pop music, you had quickly told your enabler about your new passion
~ Yoongi loved when you took on a hobby that he actually knew something about
~ It gave him an excuse to be even closer to you
~ To give you tips and tricks, to guide you, even teach you!
~ It gave him reason to be near you even more than usual
~ So you’ve got to understand that he was thrilled when you started sending him TikToks of face-cropped out people playing the guitar
~ Aside: you know, like the types of TikToks that are lowkey thirst traps; made in lowlight, the player zooming in precisely to their lower torso where the guitar is, as they slowly thrust their hips to the music? yeah, when you send him those, he gets giddy at the fact that you may find guitar players *cough*like him*cough* attractive
~ But he did end up offering to teach you how to play! Congrats, you got free private lessons :D
~ He convinces you to get a cheaper acoustic guitar to start with before jumping into the electric guitar—even though you had pouted at him at the guitar shop—as he said it was easier to learn the basics on an acoustic rather than an electric
~ Every free evening that you had, he would come to your apartment, guitar case strap over his shoulder with a cute baseball hat on to keep his promise of teaching you
~ He’d be so gentle with you, never raising his voice even when you made the same mistake ten times in a row
~ He didn’t frown when you forgot the chord that he had taught you from your last session, all he would do is gently move your fingers to the right position from behind you, his chin resting lightly on your shoulder as he did
~ Was that position necessary? No of course not
~ Could he have very well just shown you the chord on his own guitar from in front of you? Sure, he could have
~ But let him have this moment, will you?
~ He likes to pretend that he’d hugging you from behind
~ Let him be a little delusional, please and thank you
~ Day and day again, Yoongi would give you your lessons, and even after he’d leave late at night, you’d strum your fingers over the strings
~ This hobby quickly became the one that you spent the longest time fixating on
~ You weren’t able to put your (quickly callusing) finger on why it had become the hobby you stayed on the longest, but when Yoongi appeared with his gummy smile that evening, looking like a complete sweetheart, you think you were able to finally realize why
~ That night you played for him in one try, for the first time, the song he had been teaching you
~ Your vision was tunneled on your strings as you tried your hardest to make the man in front of you proud
~ You wanted to show him that his work on you had paid off
~ Not just how much time he’d spent on teaching you the guitar, but ALL the time he’d spent on you
~ Keeping up with your hobbies, sitting beside you when you fumbled with UV resin, allowing you to do makeup on him when you went through your makeup artist phase, buying you the expensive foreign yarn that you kept going on and on about
~ You wanted to show him that he didn’t waste his time on him, and maybe by playing this song for him, he’d realise just how much you appreciated him
~ And when you struck the final chord, and looked up at him, you were taken back by the glazed over look of his eyes, his lips shining in the LED lights you had put up when they were trending, affection clear in his expression
~ The two of you sat in the post-performance atmosphere, until you were lifting your guitar out of your lap, laying it down beside you, and shifted a bit closer to him
~ Placing a hand on the collar of the sweater you had made for him (it had quickly become one of his favourite things to wear), you waited to see if he’d pull away, but when he didn’t, you finally connected your lips to his
~ You may hop from one hobby to another, but if only one thing were to stay constant in your life, you hoped it would be him
Jung Hoseok
~ He would make you mixtapes/playlists
~ You met him through your university friend
~ One of them was a theatre major, and so had a few classes with the talented dance major that always performed at the school talent nights
~ When you’d gone to see your friend’s short story performance, you had been encapsulated in the ambience of the man who performed right before your friend went up
~ His movements were smooth, his expressions were haunting, the music paired with the way he seemed to blend in with the flashing lights and tempo, yet the way he still remained the focal point of the whole dance was captivating
~ And the best part is when he finished, chest heaving as he stood with his chin pointed up, head slightly tilted to the side, his expression was harsh just as the music had once been, harsh—that is—until the audience erupted into cheers and he broke into a huge smile
~ Shiny white teeth reflecting the stage lights back at the crowd, and as the MC came back on stage to thank the man (J-Hope, you learned from the lady) and just before he turned to walk off stage, he met your eyes, his eyes shining as he threw a wink your way
~ You felt so on the spot as the person sitting beside you turned to you, as he had noticed the display from J-Hope
~ You fiddled with the bouquet sitting in your lap
~ “Is that your boyfriend?” he asked, leaning over to you so you could hear him over your friend’s performance
~ “No,” you had replied, still embarrassed by the talented man’s wink, and the questioning by the uni student you’d never met before
~ “Well,” the guy leaned back into his seat, “maybe you should change that.”
~ Ah, the man thought you were in a situationship with him, or at the very least that the performer had interest in you
~ How are you supposed to explain to him that a lot of performers do similar things??? It’s not something unique just to you
~ You decided to just forget about the whole thing, trying to enjoy the performance so you could actually give your friend a compliment when you handed them the flowers you brought after the show
~ You tried your best, but other than getting a vague grasp of the plot, you couldn’t really remember any details, your brain still replaying the image of J-Hope winking at you
~ You clapped as hard as you could when your friend’s performance ended, watching them bow with their fellow actors and actresses
~ They caught your eye, happy to see you in the front row of the theatre, the first few rows reserved for the family and friends of the performers, they sent a happy wave to you before walking off stage
~ After another hour and a half, and the last few performances finished, you were able to go backstage to see your friend
~ You greeted them with a hug and then presented them with the bouquet of roses
~ “Aw, Y/n, you didn’t have to do this!” they said, as they gave you another hug
~ “You deserved it! You did so well today!” you smiled at them
~ “Aw, baby,” they said affectionately, “I love you so much!”
~ “Yeah yeah,” you waved them off from trying to pull you into yet another hug
~ They just linked their arms with you, pulling you through the crowd of performers you had been watching for the past few hours
~ They brought you to their friends, some of which you had already met through the friend who continued to press themselves against your side, your flowers clutched to their other side
~ “Y/n, I want you to finally meet my entire team! Everyone, this is Y/n!”
~ A chorus of hellos surrounded you, to which you politely replied
~ You made small talk with the people around you, that is until you heard someone clear their throat behind you
~ You and your friend turned as one (they did have quite the tight grip on you), and though you expected one of your friend’s friends, you weren’t prepared to see J-Hope standing behind you, a small grin on his face
~ You nearly took a step back, but your friend’s grip on you kept you in place
~ “Oh my god, hi J! I saw your performance out there! All the practice paid off, huh?” your friend asked the man who had not broken eye contact with you even once since you turned around
~ “Yeah, more than paid off, I’d say,” he said confidently
~ He tilted his head at you, “and who may this be? You dating or what? I see them a lot in your stories.”
~ Your friend’s face immediately turned red, as they turned to press their face into your shoulder in embarrassment, “No~” they dragged out the word, “We’re—We’re just friends, we umm—”
~ “That’s great,” J-Hope interrupted, uninterested in what your friend had to say further. “Does that mean I can finally follow this beauty on Instagram?”
~ Your friend was silent, their hold tight on you
~ The silence dragged on, until it finally set in that the handsome man in front of you was asking you out
~ “Oh! Uh, yeah, yeah you can,” your friend said reluctantly, when you didn't tell J-Hope off
~ You felt your friend’s grip on you disappear, as they slinked back to their friend group
~ “Amazing.” J-Hope smiled at you. He pulled out his phone and immediately opened up instagram, searching your username (no he didn’t ask you for it, yes he already had it memorized). He sent you a follow request (your instragram was private), and slipped his phone into his pocket
~ “Look forward to getting to know you better, Y/n.” He stuck out his hand for you to shake and you obliged
~ He turned to walk away from you, before calling over his shoulder, “Next time, make sure the bouquet is for me, alright? I like tulips”
~ He threw another wink at you, leaving you frozen to your spot, all alone
~ When you finally came to, you immediately pulled out your phone to apologize to your friend, and that you’d meet up with them at the restaurant you’d planned to go to together for their victory (so to speak) dinner
~ They just texted you to reschedule it for another time
~ You then opened up Instagram, accepting J-Hope’s (who you learned’s real name is Jung Hoseok, J-Hope being his stage name) request
~ As you scrolled through the profile, you got a dm: “Well, you accepted that fast 😚”
~ Another message flew in before you could even think to reply, “I hope that means I made a good impression 🤔”
~ You immediately felt embarrassed all over again, had you been too fast? Should you have waited for the morning to accept the request? Were you coming off as too eager? Did you seem desperate?!
~ Just as your finger began to move to block the man and all the troubles he had already begun to deploy on your psyche, another bubble popped up: “Just so you know… you made quite an impression on me too ☺️”
~ You sucked in a breath, and just hearted his message, and put away your phone
~ He seemed to have quite the love for dramatics
~ Over the next few days he continued to message you, with you only able to give him short replies and hearted messages—to be fair to you, it was hard to deal with a man with over 3500+ followers flirting with you day in and day out
~ You aren’t really able to get comfortable enough to really talk to him until he randomly, one day, sends you a link to a song
~ “Hey, this reminded me of you.”
~ It was not a song you were expecting, it was an instrumental piece, no words for you to know why exactly this song reminded him of you… but you liked it.
~ It seemed like a hopeful song, a little bit whimsical, a little hesitant, but overall positive.
~ You messaged him a full sentence for the first time that evening: “Thanks, I really liked it. I added it to my playlist <3”
~ Hoseok spent that whole night rereading your message, looking over the small heart emoji you sent
~ He considered this a step in the right direction, sending a screenshot of your message to his friends just for the group chat to erupt in messages to hype him up
~ Since that day, he routinely sent you songs in between his other messages, almost maneuvering you into feeling more comfortable speaking with him
~ The songs rarely seemed to match the ones he’d previously sent, the genres were always different, the mood always fluctuating, and it just made one very odd, hard to follow playlist
~ Yet, it still made your heart beat out of your chest when you played it
~ And it worked, as your playlist grew with the songs that he sent you, so did your feelings for the flirty, straightforward man
~ After many times of asking to meet you in person, you finally agreed to meet Hoseok for a date
~ You put on your best outfit and went to the flower shop at the corner by your apartment, before beginning your walk to the restaurant the two of you had agreed to meet at
~ (the same one you were supposed to go to with your ex-friend on the day you first met Hoseok—and, yes, ex-friend; you have no idea why they didn’t seem to want anything to do with you anymore…)
~ You rounded the corner to see him waiting by the entry of the restaurant, dark sunglasses covering his eyes, a dark button up with dress pants and shoes paired nicely with it, his mouth set in a slight frown
~ You walked up to him, and almost as though he could sense your presence, he turned right to you his frown instantly becoming a large smile, teeth and all
~ “Y/n,” he said softly, sounding almost relieved. He took a step towards you, before pulling you into a light hug, as though he was trying his hardest not to scare you away
~ He held on for a second, before taking a step back, scanning your face with a smile
~ You held out the flowers in front of you
~ “Tulips,” he said, accepting the bouquet from you. “You remembered.”
~ He brought them to his face, taking a small whiff, before pulling you in for another hug
~ “Thank you”
~ Maybe you should have been more put off by his touchy-ness considering this was only the second time you’d met him in person, but over the last few weeks of texting him, you didn’t feel uncomfortable at all
~ Not uncomfortable, but the butterflies in your stomach were very much making themselves known
~ “No worries,” you said
~ “Here, this is for you.” He held out a CD case decorated with colourful stickers of rainbow flowers, cartoon characters, and random cute objects
~ He had spelled out “to: Y/n” in sticker letters in one corner of the clear case, “from: Hoseok” in another
~ When you opened the case, you saw that he had written in red sharpie over the CD: “Hopefully: the first of many ♡ Our first official mixtape”
~ You traced over the stickers and letters on both the CD and the CD case, taken aback by the gift
~ “I burned the disc myself. I know it’s a bit of an outdated practice, but I hope you think it feels true to us.”
~ You just smiled up at him, “I love it, thank you, Hoseok.”
~ You pulled him in for a hug, the first ever hug you’ve given him
~ He felt shivers run down his back
~ After the incredible dinner, you went home and immediately put the CD on (after having dug through your closet for the old CD player, and making a huge mess of your room)
~ The songs were a mix of your favourites that he had sent you, and the other half were songs that you had recommended back to him
~ And as the songs filled the air, you sent him a picture of the CD player on your messy bed with all the clothes thrown on it
~ “The CD is wonderful,” you added along with the picture. “You’re wonderful. I’d love for there to be many more after this one <3”
~ Hoseok sent the screenshot to his group chat, and Taehyung was the loudest amongst all the cheers
~ “You owe me big time for telling Y/n that they should date you that day! 😤”
Kim Namjoon
~ He writes you poetry
~ He is a book worm through and through, so he tends to send you excerpts from his favourite books
~ Whether it be poetry, prose, or anything else
~ A dialogue from a movie
~ A sentence from a youtube video
~ A screenshot from instagram
~ No matter what medium, if it’s a piece of writing that reminded him of you, he sends it to you
~ It started off with poetry that was innocent enough, poetry about humans, the universe, the stars, our place in the middle of this gigantic mess that was left behind from the big bang
~ At the beginning, the writings are very philosophical
~ That is, until it isn’t
~ Slowly but surely, the poems change from ones that relate more to the state of the world, the route in which the world is going, poems about human nature to then being about the relations amongst humans, the intimate nature of growing with someone, being with someone
~ At first they seem to insinuate only of two like-minded souls coming together in a shared existence, but not necessarily one that was romantic
~ But then the poetry does turn into something more romantic
~ Talks of twin flames
~ Snippets of greek mythology that spoke of how humans were made in pairs until Zeus split them to be in twos—separated forever—waiting and looking for their other half—their soulmate
~ These poems are at first more abstract, two people without names, without “me” and “you” appearing in the words, until they just one day are
~ One day the poems change from the concept of love, to very direct professions of love
~ Poems that start with the word “I” and end with the word “you” with the various synonyms and phrases that denote “love” sprinkled in between them
~ You would never know that some of these quotes, writings that he shares, are pieces he’s written directly for you
~ From the beginning, the occasional message was not one he happened to stumble upon on the web, or a quote he found particularly intriguing in his current book
~ No
~ Sometimes, they were from him
~ His feelings for you, written in his google doc, the document filled only with his feelings about you, the words he wrote while thoughts and images of you circled around his head like a lovestruck character from an old cartoon
~ Sure, in the beginning, the poems were more frequently from other sources than himself, but as he slowly shifted his topics for poetry, as he got bolder with his underlying declarations of love—his own poetry document became his main source of vocables to send to you
~ You should be scared with this gradual change to this feeling of love that you’re getting from someone you consider a friend, but with the gradual change in the screenshots of scenes from movies displaying subtitles of love, to pictures of underlined quotes in the book he’s reading, to the posts with delicate poetry forwarded to you, pictures of a laptop screen that you were beginning to become all too familiar with; in that same gradual way, your feelings for him changed too
~ From something more platonic, more abstract, more open-ended
~ To something much more romantic, defined, and unchanging
~ With the small declarations of love he’s dusted into your inbox over the last few seasons
~ He’s slowly, but deliberately made his way into your heart
~ Maybe it’s time you wrote him something too
Park Jimin
~ He always helped you out during the harsh winters
~ Well he helped you out during most of the year really, he’d mow your lawn, he’d ask you if you’d rather he take your dog out for a walk with his, so you could relax in the morning
~ In the spring he’d tell you about the best native wildflowers you could sow in your garden
~ He’d help you deal with any blown over garbage that had stayed hidden under the snow that had only made itself known when the snow had finally melted
~ He’d walk up your porch just to give you some of the cookies that he had made just moments ago
~ Telling you, when you opened the door, how he needed a taste tester to truly know whether the cookies were made just right
~ “I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of my coworkers tomorrow at the potluck,” he’d say with a closed eyes smile
~ He also told you how he was pretty late to welcoming you to the neighbourhood as you had moved in early spring and it had already become hot outside
~ Just accept the cookies, dear, he spent the last two days on them
~ So it was less that he was helping you out during the winter times (that had yet to come), but more so that he was such a kind and helpful neighbour that he had eventually grown so close to you through these various small favours, that he had practically become a part of your home life
~ During the summer, he’d mow your lawn for you when he’d do his, only accepting a cup of lemonade from you, and nothing more in return
~ When you’d be tending to your flower garden in front of your house, he’d give you tips over the fence, telling you how he tended to his rose bush and the best pruning methods for the hydrangeas that you had
~ When you’d be in your backyard, picking ripe tomatoes from the vine, guiding your cucumber vines up the wooden frame Jimin had helped you put together, and/or just sunbathing on a lawn lounger, Jimin would peek over the fence and make small talk until you just called him over to make the conversation easier to carry
~ He’d be quick to rush over, bringing his pup to mingle with yours; they both had become pretty close following their shared walks together
~ You watched the dogs chase each other around your backyard as you and Jimin laid down on the loungers and basked in the sun
~ (with plenty of sunscreen of course, Jimin would never let you get skin cancer—he’s sweet like that, just lay on your stomach and let him rub the cream in, don’t pay much mind to any wandering hands)
~ In fall, he helped you rake all the leaves, not allowing you to do anything more than jumping into the big pile at the end of the hour
~ He would jump in following you, right on top of you, causing you to hold him close to keep from becoming crushed by him entirely
~ Your dogs were barking around the two of you, confused by the two of you disappearing into the center of the leaf pile
~ They continued to circle around the pile, pawing at the leaves they could reach until the two of you burst out of the leaves like freshly assembled viruses lysing out of a cell
~ He helped you put up your Halloween decorations, and helped you sew your costume together
~ Since you lived right beside together, you paired together to make a common theme between the two houses, and handed out candy together on Halloween night
~ When the late fall rain started, and your gutters were clogged with fallen leaves, he leant you his ladder and guided you on how to clear out the drainage, making sure you didn’t waste your money on hiring a roofer to clear them out when he could just help you do it himself
~ Plus you made him dinner in return! A win-win in his books, if you ask him
~ When winter struck, and the snow finally began to fall, he didn’t let you use your brand new shovel even once on your own, always out in the driveway before you are even able to put on your gloves
~ “I already finished mine! I’ll help out with yours if you’ll make me a cup of hot chocolate in return?”
~ Obviously you agree, a helping hand from your handsome, handy neighbour which saves you time and energy? Yes, please
~ When the snow got too heavy for you to drive to the grocery store safely, Jimin would knock on your door, take notes off your grocery list, and go on the behalf of both of you
~ He’d call you from the grocery store no less than three times to make sure he chose the right type of milk that you had wanted, because god forbid you got the wrong brand of oat milk because of him!
~ How else would you be able to see how he’d be such a dependable husband?!
~ When he finally would text you in the parking lot of the grocery store that he’s on his way back
~ He’d be giddy to see you standing in your driveway, bundled up in a long jacket, a large scarf, and red and white striped mittens, waiting with a cold nose to help him bring in the groceries
~ Every Saturday, after the grocery store trip, you’d make him dinner to repay him for his help, because even though you always paid him back for the things he bought you, you always felt that he deserved something more
~ You’d always end up in your living room, watching a random rom com together after finishing your dinner
~ The one night that led to the two of you finally acknowledging the feelings you had gained for him had been a stormy night
~ A blizzard had swept over the city, laying a meter of snow over the whole area
~ You were practically buried in
~ You were faring pretty well, until in the middle of the night, your house lost power
~ You hoped it would come back soon, but when it didn’t come back in an hour, you ended up calling Jimin
~ It took three tries for him to actually pick up the phone. “Hello? I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
~ “Hmm? Y/n? No, no, I’m awake,” he yawned, obviously just woken up. “What’s wrong?”
~ “Jimin, I have no power… It’s been over an hour… I’m getting a bit scared.”
~ “...Give me a second, I’ll be right over.”
~ He waited for you to open the door to your house, looking around the neighbourhood. He noticed that all the lights were out, even the streetlights.
~ When you finally opened up the door, all wrapped up in a blanket, eyes a bit teary, he had to stop himself from scooping you up in his arms and comforting you
~ Instead he just told you to bundle up and bring anything you need, plus your dog over to his house
~ He waited in the foyer as you put on your jacket and picked up some things that you needed, your dog laying obediently beside his booted feet
~ Your house had seriously cooled down in the two hours since you’d lost power, it seriously was cold outside
~ You looked like a marshmallow in your puffed up jacket, and he had to bite back his smile (not that you’d see it in the dark anyways)
~ He brought you over to his house, that miraculously had power
~ “I have a generator,” he explained. “You’ll be warm and safe here.”
~ You had to stop yourself from sobbing in thanks, instead just nodding your head
~ He brought you and your dog up to his guest bedroom, giving you some extra blankets just in case
~ “Call me if you need anything, okay?” he said
~ You nodded from the center of the bed, all wrapped up in blankets with both your and his dogs lying on top of the blankets with you
~ “Thank you, Jimin, for everything.” You could feel yourself choking up. “I don’t know what I would’ve done all year without you. I would be okay in the cold, but my pup—”
~ You broke down in sobs, Jimin immediately rushing back to you from the doorway to pull you into his chest on the bed
~ “Hey, hey, don’t cry. I’m here. I’m here. You, our dogs, me, we’re all safe. Don’t you cry, please, don’t cry.”
~ He rocked you in his arms until you calmed down, almost instantly melting in his arms
~ “Can you stay with me here tonight?” you asked, scared to look at him as you asked
~ “Of course”
~ He pulled you to lay back down in the bed, pushing the blankets up to lay beside you. You immediately pushed yourself back into his chest
~ “Seriously, thank you, Jimin,” you whispered into the dark, warm room
~ “Don’t thank me, I wouldn't have done it any other way”
Kim Taehyung
~ He was always the one to notice when you fell into a slump (and pull you out of it)
~ When you’ve been having a bad time, stuck studying or doing overtime at work, never able to fully just go back home without immediately opening up your laptop and tip-tapping away, he always manages to realize you’ve fallen into the “productivity” hole and comes knocking at your door with dinner in hand and a bottle to calm your nerves
~ If you weren’t responding properly for one day, he’d let it be, it may not be one of your productivity ruts, but if it had been nearing 48 hours since you replied to him, or messaged in the group chat with your guys’ friend group, or if he called you and you didn’t pick up, that’s when he would begin to assume that you were in your rut again.
~ While the rest of your friends didn't really ever notice that you were absent, at least not enough to draw concern, Tae would notice a little too quickly
~ Tae would realize before you did yourself
~ “Your do-not-disturb is on again, isn’t it?” was his ‘greeting’ when you opened the door for him
~ This was not an unexpected appearance, he had once again realized your state of mind
~ For what was the second time this month, probably the twentieth time this year, Tae had come to help you relax
~ The only friend you could truly rely on to help you
~ “...yeah, I’m sorry.” You closed the door behind him, watching him slip out of his shoes and into the slippers you kept around for him
~ He immediately walked into your kitchen, setting the bottle and food on your countertop, before heading straight to your home office
~ He shut down your laptop, closed the curtains, and blew out the eucalyptus “calming” candle that you only really burned in moments like these
~ “Tae… I should finish my report.”
~ He closed the door, before pulling you back into living room with him
~ “You can do that tomorrow, now just sit and relax.”
~ He sat you down on the couch, taking your tv remote and putting on the latest episode of the show the two of you had been watching together
~ He throws a blanket at you and then brings you guys the food he brought
~ When the food is all done, and a bit too much alcohol consumed, you let you head rest on his shoulder, his arm instantly coming around to hold you
~ “Taehyung, why do you always come here?” you asked
~ “I thought you could use some distractions from your work.” His hand smoothing over your deltoid soothingly
~ You wish he had said something different, something more selfish
~ “Is that all?” You shift against him to look at his expression, his eyes finally meeting yours
~ Was this the moment that the both of you finally vocalized the clear love you had for each other?
~ Tae sure hoped it was
~ “Do you want there to be another reason?”
~ You didn’t have a good answer for him, stuck between wanting to tell him how deeply you had grown to care for him and the worries that you had become a burden to him
~ A burden who always needed to be taken care of
~ You worried that you had become something that he resented, or would grow to resent
~ Tae brought you closer to him, his arm shifting from your upper arm, to instead curl around your waist, pulling you up to be level with him
~ “Y/n,” he purred. “Do you want me to have ulterior motives?”
~ Your mind was filled with worry that though he may care for you now, would he still care for you when you would go MIA again?
~ You exes hadn’t, they had all eventually grown tired of having to deal with your troubles with productivity
~ But Tae was different
~ It had already been months of your constant cycles of falling into “productive” spurts and pushing everyone away, and then realizing that you had and apologizing to everyone you’d ignored
~ And while your friends’ would be a bit irritated, Tae would always just be glad that he’d been able to bring you back to life (so to speak)
~ He never made you feel bad about the way you were, instead just be happy to have you back
~ Maybe, he’d be different
~ No, he was different
~ “Would it be bad, if I said yes? Would you come to regret having to deal with me?” You brought a hand up to cup his cheek, your thumb coming up to pass just below the beauty mark under his eye
~ He only leaned his head into your touch, pulling you even closer to him
~ “I could never regret anything that had to do with you.” He brought you into his lap, pressing his face into your shoulder, a small kiss pressed to the side of your neck
~ “Just let me take care of you.” He mumbled into your neck. “And take care of me too.”
~ It was time that you returned the solicitude
Jeon Jungkook
~ He helps you learn how to workout at the gym
~ When you had started to go to the gym in your apartment building, you were very lost, overwhelmed at all the choices for machines, weights, and workout plans
~ Since this was only a gym in the basement of the building that you lived in, there weren’t any personal trainers who could help you come out with a work out plan
~ On top of that, it seemed like only a handful of people came down here anyway, as more often than not, the gym would be empty
~ The only proof that someone else did some down here being the shifted weights and the changed settings on the cardio machines
~ The emptiness was nice to someone who was just starting out their workout journey like you
~ But it was both a blessing and a curse
~ A blessing because nobody would see you fumble about with the machines, unsure of how to use them or how to get in the right position to actually work out the muscles that they were supposed to
~ A curse because you were often lost and had no one you could ask for help
~ You didn’t dare to do any heavy lifting, because you knew how important having a spot was when you did, and you didn’t want to end up getting crushed under your bar as you tried to bench press
~ So you stuck to light weights, and more cardio than anything else
~ You usually worked out in the mornings, but one day, you had woken up late and considering you had to go to work, you decided it’d be better to go work out after
~ So after a long day, you pushed yourself to go down to the gym downstairs, telling yourself the workout could be half an hour, but you were gonna workout no matter your aching body
~ You were surprised to find someone actually working out there
~ A man with a sleeve full of tattoos on full display due to his oversized, short-sleeved white tee
~ A pair of gray sweats with the bottoms slightly pulled up his calves a bit, as though he’d pulled them up to prevent the loose fabric from getting in the way
~ He was doing some pullups on a bar, facing away from you, but he looked over his shoulder when he heard you enter, his arm muscles rippling beside his face as he did
~ “Oh, I’m sorry for interrupting.”
~ He just grunted in response, dropping down from the bar, and wiping his neck with a towel that he had set aside, his lip ring glinting in the gym lights
~ “Don’t apologize, you’re not interrupting anything,” he took a drink from his water bottle before moving to lay down on the bench press, it seemed he had already set up his weights, and all you could do was watch in awe as he pressed what was equivalent to your weight like it was nothing
~ He noticed you watching him from his laid position
~ “What? Not gonna workout?”
~ His words jumped you into action, instantly walking away from him to the stair climber that you usually began your workouts with
~ Thankfully, you were facing away from the man, so you couldn’t be anymore distracted by the lean man behind you
~ But the grunts—my god—how were you supposed to focus on your workout when even through your music, you could hear his groans as he lifted and lowered the weights to his chest
~ This was so different from working out by yourself!
~ You just turned up your music and tried to get through your 5 minutes of climbing
~ When you finished and moved to the leg press (it was leg day after all), you put on some weights (a safe amount that you were sure wouldn’t hurt you) and settled into position, your legs lifted up in position
~ You released the plate, and began the workout just as the man sat up for a break
~ You could feel him watching you, as you did your reps, his eyes scanning your body from top to bottom
~ You saw him stand up, coming up to stand beside you
~ “You’re going to hurt yourself doing that.”
~ “Huh?” you said, with a breath, sweat dripping down your temple
~ “You’re gonna break your knees locking them like that”
~ He helped you lock the plate again, before explaining further
~ “You’re locking your knees with every push. When you do leg presses, you’re not meant to extend your legs fully, you’re only gonna cause damage to your knees.” He motioned you to get up from your seat, before taking your place. “See how I do it. I bring my knees down almost entirely to my chest, right?”
~ You nodded, watching his demonstration.
~ “Then when I extend my legs, I only go this far, my legs don’t go completely straight like yours. Do you see the difference?” His brown eyes on you, as he pointed down at his legs. “Okay, now you try.”
~ You settled back in position, as he stood beside you, arms crossed over his chest
~ You followed his advice, doing one rep to show him, as he nodded in approval, “better”
~ “While we’re at it, here,” he brought his hand down to your lower abdomen, pushing your back against the machine, “when you push, you should avoid moving your hips forward, otherwise it won’t hit your quads, hamstrings, and glutes. You should feel it here,” he traced over your thighs with his index finger very lightly
~ “Try again but using your legs only, not your back”
~ You did another rep, instantly feeling the burn in your upper legs a lot more than before, “fuck!”
~ He laughed, “yeah, you feel it now, huh?”
~ “Yeah,” you struggled to say, locking the plate again. Letting your head fall back to the seat. “I’m gonna have to lower the weights now, I think. It’s a lot harder like this. Thanks for the advice though”
~ “No problem, you’ll grow your thighs in no time now.” He went back to the back presse, letting you go back to your workout. “Just would hate to see you hurt yourself, sweets”
~ You smiled at him, as he laid back down
~ When you left the gym, an half an hour later than you planned to
~ He called out to you, “if you ever need any other advice, I always come down here at 7pm and I’m usually here ‘til 9. Don’t hesitate, alright? I could use a workout partner, and if you ever need a spot, I’m here”
~ You took him up on his offer the following week, as you went down at 7pm sharp to see him setting up for his session
~ He smiled up at you from his position near the floor, setting up some weights, “Thought I’d never see you again, sweets.” He straightened up from the floor. “Thought I’d scared you away”
~ “No, no, I was just busy with work. Finally got some time today, couldn’t turn down a workout partner” you didn’t dare to tell him that you were just unsure whether it would be appropriate to actually start working out with him
~ He hummed in response, “let’s get started then, shall we?”
~ Over the next few months, he taught you how to use the machines more effectively and safely
~ He set up a better weekly routine that would work with you, which mirrored his, but with lower weights
~ He also grinned proudly when nearly a year later, you were showing him your progress pictures and flexing your arms in front of him, flexing your arms just like he’d shown you
~ You’d become quite close as you spent roughly two hours together every evening
~ “Goodness, Kookie, I would never get so ripped if it weren’t for you”
~ He pushed you away from him with a laugh, a blush on his face (he was a lot shyer than he originally seemed with his instructor persona)
~ “You still got a lot further to go, if you want to get anywhere near me” he teased you, referencing the one time you’d joked that you planned to become more muscular than him
~ “Oh stopppp!” you pushed him right back, your hands lingering on him even when you didn’t mean to
~ You had grown massive feelings for the tattooed man that was your workout partner
~ and you were sure that he did too, considering how many times you caught his eyes lingering on you when you worked out, his eyes darting away every time you caught him, blushing as he went back to his reps
~ And the fact that he would still readjust your position even though you very well by now knew the correct way
~ Or how he’d make you lay your hand over a muscle that he were focusing on during his workout, just so you’d feel the muscle move underneath your palm
~ Like, seriously, you don’t think he needed you to press your hand against his bare abs while he did his twenty different types of crunches for a full hour
~ Oh also, did I mention that he took to working out without a shirt a lot more after he began working out with you? Yeah, exactly, that man was definitely trying to get you to fall for him
~ Well, to be fair, you had started to pick out nicer work out clothes too… so take that as you will
~ And you couldn’t forget the one time, he’d jokingly (so he claimed) asked you if you’d like a different form of cardio to warm up before your workouts when you’d told him of what Henry Cavill does for cardio
~ You had laughed to hide the way your eyes were probably screaming yes
~ After another few months of him holding your waist as you did weighted squats, guiding you from behind, and him asking you to sit on his back while he did push ups and planks, and a hundred different ways you both found excuses to keep your hands and body on one another, you decided enough was enough
~ You took the elevator down at 6:30pm to his floor, and for the first time stood in front of his apartment door (he’d told you his floor and apartment number around the time you first met)
~ You rang the bell, hearing a soft “coming” from behind the door until he stood in front of you, shirtless and with his tattoos and piercings on full display
~ Goodness, his lip ring, looked incredible, you couldn’t wait to tug it in between your teeth
~ “Y/n?” he questioned, clearly confused to see you in your workout clothes and in front of his door so early
~ “Hey, Kookie,” you traced your nails down his chest, before stopping at his abs, “I was thinking that, maybe, we could try out Henry Cavill’s cardio warm-up, if you want of course…”
~ His eyes flashed with shock, before his mouth slowly grew into a smile, his hand coming around to pull you into his apartment by the small of your back
~ “Fuck, sweets, I thought you’d never ask”
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Spider Web | JHS | (m)
☾ Pairing: Vampire!Hoseok x human!reader (afab)
☾ Summary: Playing games with vampires is a bad idea. Playing with Spiders is worse.
☾ Word Count: 1,976
☾ Genre: Supernatural, Predator/Prey, Established Relationship, Smut
☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
☾ Warnings: Predator/prey dynamics, intense feelings of fear, reader is navigating a maze while unable to see at all, Hoseok taunting reader, minor injuries, explicit language, explicit sexual content including vaginal fingering, biting, dom/sub dynamics, subspace, feeling fear during sex, reader being both afraid and aroused and just going with it, implied relationship of some manner.
☾ Published: Monday, January 15, 2024
☾ A/N: This might not be for everyone, but this is for me. This is not only self-indulgent but it was so fun to write. The third roll for the 100 Drabble Challenge was number 46 - Predator/Prey and I had the opportunity to do something that surprised me - write a piece of a universe that I’ve wanted to write since I was in middle school. You heard that right - I have an entire outline/idea of a dystopian vampire novel where vampires rule and humans live under them with a complex political structure and rebel human groups and class war etc. that I have wanted to write since middle school and when I rolled this tonight… I was like what if I just use that world. In that world there are vampire guards call The Web that are broken up into three categories: Spiders, Widows and Venoms and they all have different purposes. In this case, Hobi is a Spider :) I’ve considered turning it into a fic so… let me know if you’re interested odigjdoigjdofgij
A/N 2: This is unedited and I wrote it in roughly an hour pls excuse the errors etc. I will look back over it in the morning and fix them okay soifjsoigj
☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.
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“The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout,” a voice echoes. Your heart slams in your chest as you press your fingers against the sides of the wall, trying to feel your way through the maze. “Down came the rain and washed the spider out.”
You should be used to the dark. Your life has revolved around the dark from the moment you took your first breath. Born in the dead of night during the hour of the predator. As a kid, you didn’t quite understand the hour of the predator. All you knew was that it meant to stay inside and not leave the building no matter what.
When you were older, you learned that walls and locks do not keep out predators. The notion that they keep their hunt to a single hour of the night is ridiculous. Now you know that vampires only let people think that they’re safe outside of that single hour of every night.
Like everything in the city, it is an illusion.
Inhaling shakily, you try to calm your breathing. The thud of your pulse in your neck and the rattling of your heart in your ribcage is a dead giveaway to this predator. Fear puts you on a razor's edge. A tingling sensation skitters along your skin like static as you keep one hand against the wall and the other in front of you, each step careful.
You can’t see in the darkness of the maze. He can.
The disadvantage isn’t far. He’s better than you at most things: sight, smell, speed, strength - sadism, to be sure. But still, you’ve managed to evade him for far longer than he would like, and despite his taunting, you know it’s irritating him.
You smile. For vampires, most things are prey. For Spiders, all things are.
“Perhaps we should change the lyrics of the song,” Hoseok calls. The hair on the back of your neck stands up. He sounds only a few rows over, making you quicken your steps. You’re barefoot and the ground is cold, making you shiver as you go. “The Spider doesn’t get washed out, but the little human does.”
The hand reaching in front of you hits the wall. You inhale and turn left, letting your right hand skim the corner and press against the new wall. You’ve hit a dead end twice and lost your sense of direction, but Hoseok hasn’t caught up yet.
The thought makes you grin. You’re better at these games than you used to be, and you’re able to make faster decisions now. You also have managed to learn a thing or two about vampires. Somewhere, your socks and shoes are sitting in other corners. You’ve also dropped a jacket, making the entire maze smell like you.
“Ah, the mouse has left a shoe for me.”
Your heart beats faster. You only dropped that shoe moments ago, which means Hoseok is close. Too close. You’re not even sure what will happen if he wins - it’s always different.
“I hear your heart, Mouse.”
The momentary panic makes you walk into a wall, banging loudly. Hoseok laugh is carried down a maze hall, chilling your spine. You throat caution to the wind, breaking into a run though you cannot see anything around you.
In the dark, colors and shapes taunt you, your imagination filling in the gaps for the things you cannot see. Running wild totally unable to see is a terrible idea, you could run into-
You slam into a wall and let out a pained sound. Pain shoots up your wrist and you whimper, cradling it to your hand. A hiss echoes behind you and you run again, bad hand tucked to your chest as Hoseok closes in.
“Yes!” he growls, glee in his dark voice. “Run, Mouse! I love it when you run!”
You hardly recognize his voice through the growl, bloodlust taking over. Your instincts perceive a wall and you jerk to the left, skidding as you go. A speck of light beckons you and you gasp, realizing you can see the way out of the maze. You never make it that far.
Without hesitation, you take off at a full sprint, the soles of your feet slapping against concrete, your heart pumping in your chest. Just a little further, almost there.
Hoseok snarls behind you and you scream, a primal fear exploding inside of you as your instincts sense the danger behind you, all other thoughts and feelings blotted out by the sheer force of terror.
A force crashes into you, taking you down. You squeeze your eyes shut, jarred and waiting for the harsh impact of the concrete. It doesn’t come, instead softened by the blow of falling into Hoseok as he twists, taking the brunt of the impact.
You’re dizzy, world spinning as the adrenaline tingles in your veins, your entire body feeling like it’s on pins and needles. In the dim light of the concrete building, you make out the shape of Hoseok under you. It doesn’t last long, the vampire rolling and pinning you with an ironclad grip to the floor.
A cry slips out of your mouth before you can stop it. It riles him up, Hoseok pressing in on you. He smells like rosewood and lavender, making your eyes flutter as Hoseok pulls your head backward against the old concrete, your skull digging in painfully as he noses your pulse.
“You lose, Mouse.”
Hoseok’s voice rasps against your throat. Fear-laced pleasure blooms in your stomach. Where his mouth ghosts against your sweaty skin feels good, his words buzzing through you as his lips skim your neck toward your jaw.
You don’t dare move - can’t move. This is the part that you don’t understand, but don’t have to. Your body thrums with the innate terror of death. Adrenaline pumps through your system, parts of your brain screaming and alerting your organs that you’re in danger.
But there’s another part of your brain that goes fuzzy when you feel Hoseok’s fangs drag against your jaw. You can’t make out his features in the barely-there light of the building, but you catch the silver flash of predator's eyes when he glances up at you.
Once upon a time that gaze made you nearly soil yourself in horror. Now the wetness between your legs is entirely different, caused by the hell your nervous system goes through as it straddles fear and desire.
“I smell you,” Hoseok breathes. His tongue snakes out to taste your salty skin and you can’t help the sound that comes out of your throat. It is equal parts a whimper as it is a moan. His lips are pressed against your cheekbone as one of his hands skims down your body. “You almost made it out this time.”
The ability to verbalize anything is lost on you. You can only squirm underneath his touch, sparking to life like cut livewires. A violent shiver wracks through your body as Hoseok presses his hands between your legs, causing a pulse of want to unfurl.
You want more. You want none of it. You want both.
“Next time try dropping your panties,” he whispers, pressing hard, painful kisses toward your ear. He bites your earlobe sharply at the same time he presses your clothed cunt, plain and pleasure dancing together. “That would certainly do it.”
“Never thought of that.”
Hoseok’s hand ventures up and grabs the waistband of your pants, pulling on them with a loud rip. It’s almost drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.
Your limbs start to shake in excitement as Hoseok catches your mouth with his. The kiss is sudden and demanding, completely inescapable. You kiss him back, drowning in the flurry of sensations hammering down on you, scrambling your thoughts, destroying your feelings.
It’s always like this. He’s always able to do this. Hoseok has made an art of building you up and cutting you open, scattering every thought to the wind as he hunts you and beds you. Here with him you might not be safe, but at least you don’t think about being out there and being unsafe.
This spider web you weave with Hoseok is high stakes, high reward. At least here if he kills you, you’ll be smiling. Out there when you die, no one will care.
Hoseok’s fingers hook your underwear to the side and pull. Cold air hits your hot, weeping hunt and you wiggle under him, trapped under his oppressive weight. He half growls, half purs as his fingers swipe up your sticky folds, avoiding your clit where all the pressure feels trapped.
You kick your feet under him, pressing up. You want more. Need more. The more he gives you, the more you feel the high of whatever this is between you. Hoseok knows this and gives in, playing nice as his fingers dip into your clenching hole to collect wetness before drifting back up, circling your clit.
A sound that is barely human escapes you. Hoseok has you pinned firmly underneath him as he starts to play. He carefully drags his fingers up and down, tracing your tightening entrance before drifting back up to apply pressure on your bundle of nerves.
“Little mouse is desperate tonight,” Hoseok pants. When he speaks, you can feel the sharp drag of his fangs on your cheek. “I bet you wanted to be caught.”
You shake your head no and he laughs, sinking a finger into your waiting heat. A strangled moan escapes you. Everything is on fire and you feel your cunt clench around his fingers. The concrete beneath you is too hot, Hoseok is too firm, his fangs on your skin are too sharp, you’re half afraid and half aroused - it all turns you into a mess, your mind tiptoeing on the edge of a blade between two nameless abysses.
Hoseok thrusts his fingers up into you at an angle, pushing against that spot that makes you teeter dangerously. Your nails dig into your palms, leaving bloody crescents as Hoseok fucks you expertly with his fingers, drawing you to the edge of madness as he does it.
Just as you think you’re about to tip one way or the other and plunge into darkness, Hoseok presses his mouth against yours, words slurred as he mumbles, “Ask.”
“Please.” Your words are slurred against his mouth, your breath hot and sticky. “Please let me. I need it. I - Hoseok - please.”
His pace quickens. His thumb presses on your clit, wiggling. You feel it coming like a spool spinning thread, going and going and going until the spindle snaps and the thread comes unwound, spilling into his hand with a scream.
Your ears ring. Your mind blanks. Your body goes so taught that it's only option is to go limp. You are vaguely aware that you’re gasping for air - you feel it more than you see it. You melt into the ground, unaware of anything but the static in your veins and the rush of air through your lungs.
In out. In out. In out. In out.
You drift in the abyss. You’re unsure which one you fell into. Here, you are weightless and calm.
In out. In out. In out.
Nothing can hurt you here. There is no such thing as pain. There is only absolutely nothing but your breath and the buzzing on your skin.
In out. In out. In out.
Eventually it wears off. Hoseok is still a firm weight against you, an anchor pulling you back. Your thoughts are syrup-slow and dizzy when you lift your too-heavy head to look at him. You cannot make out his features, but you get the sense he’s smiling.
“Did you think we were done?” he rasps, a laugh in his voice. “You’ve only just fallen into the spiderweb, Mouse.”
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lacuna series masterlist
aphelion ⭐️ 🌊 ⚡️// prequel to lacuna, strangers to lovers to exes au // kim namjoon was as perfect when you lost him as he was when you found him. — listen to the playlist.
anniversary director's cut — 11/26/23.
lacuna ⭐️ 🌊 ⚡️ // sequel to aphelion, ex-boyfriend au // in his twenty-eight years, kim namjoon had made countless mistakes. most of them were insignificant and could be shoved easily enough into the back corner of his mind. the worst of them were all tied for first place, keeping him up at night. loving you, losing you, and now - picking up the phone. — listen to the playlist.
anniversary director's cut — 11/26/23.
redamancy ⭐️☁️⚡️// sequel to lacuna, exes to lovers au // Kim Namjoon wasn't known for making wise decisions. He acted first and, on rare occasions, he asked questions later. The path he'd taken so far was left broken behind him, but the light at the end of that tunnel sure looked a hell of a lot like you. — listen to the playlist.
anniversary director's cut — 11/26/23.
homecoming ⭐️⚡️ // lacuna au, established relationship au // your husband is out-of-town for two weeks. he may have to keep his hands to himself in the meantime, but that doesn’t mean he can’t tell you what to do with yours. — 1/8/24.
the one with namjoon and the necktie ⚡️📓 // corporate au, workplace rivals to ? au // in which namjoon learns who really has the upper hand. — request fill, 6/21/23
the one where namjoon is a fuck boy at a house party ⚡️ // one-night stand au // in which meeting namjoon for the third time's the charm. — request fill, 12/8/22
the one where namjoon is a "girl dad" ☁️ // established relationship au, dad!joon au // in which namjoon's fondness for crabs might be genetic. — request fill, 12/18/22
the one where namjoon takes you to nyc for christmas ☁️ // established relationship au // in which namjoon has encyclopedic knowledge of the tree at rockefeller plaza. — request fill, 1/16/23
"anywhere" by rita ora ☁️🎙️ // established relationship au //in which namjoon takes you around the world in 80 30 days. — request fill, 1/21/23
"tomorrow's ours" by lights follow ☁️🎙️ // established relationship au // in which namjoon can cure a bad day. — request fill, 1/7/23
the one with namjoon and the u-haul ☁️📓 // brother's best friend au // in which namjoon is buff, jungkook is late, & you're trapped in an elevator. — request fill, 4/12/23
the one with namjoon and the graveyard shift ☁️📓 // doctor au, friends to something au // in which there are two doctors working overnight in the emergency department and only one bed. — request fill, 6/25/23
meet me at the bar ☁️⚡️// law school au, best friends to lovers au // you're supposed to be staring down the barrel of the last — and most important — examination of your life, but you only have eyes for your study buddy.
mmatb: epilogue ⭐️ ☁️ // epilogue drabble for meet me at the bar // as it turns out, there is life after the bar exam.
the one where you cook your friend-slash-roommate, seokjin, dinner ⭐️☁️ // roommates au, friends to lovers au // in which seokjin may have feelings & also food poisoning. — request fill, 12/4/22
the one where seokjin stops being your friend-slash-roommate ⭐️☁️ // roommates au, friends to lovers au // in which seokjin says he loves you & you spit on him. — request fill, 12/18/22
the one with kim seokjin and kim seokjin ☁️ // established relationship au // in which seokjin has a surprise & you can’t get mad, okay? — 12/18/22
the one where seokjin is jealous ☁️ // established relationship au // in which seokjin is a wee bit possessive & jimin is a lawless flirt. — request fill, 12/18/22
the one where your husband, seokjin, is domestic af ☁️ // established relationship au // in which seokjin takes "laundry day" very seriously. — request fill, 12/25/22
the one with seokjin and his fishing partner ☁️🎙 // established relationship au, dad!jin au // in which seokjin finally finds a kim who enjoys fishing. — request fill, 12/30/22
the one with seokjin, soju, and all the stars in the sky ☁️ // established relationship au // in which seokjin is ripped, zipped, zooted, and madly in love. — request fill, 2/26/23
"feel the same" by the millennial club ☁️🎙 // doctor au, friends to lovers au // in which seokjin has sudden, acute lovesickness. — request fill, 1/11/23
the one with seokjin and the marathon ☁️📓 // friends to lovers au // in which seokjin has a lot of thoughts about rupaul's drag race & about you. — request fill, 4/8/23
the one with seokjin and without complaints ☁️📓 // fake dating au, friends to lovers au // in which you’re bad with directions and keeping secrets. — request fill, 5/11/23
"seven" by taylor swift 🌊🎙 // friends to strangers au // in which you can't recall seokjin's name but you've still got love for him. — request fill, 12/31/22
darksided series masterlist
foresight ⭐️☁️⚡️// (flashback) prequel to darksided & blindsided, strangers to lovers au // it all started with a bad joke and a bottle of tanqueray. — listen to the playlist.
darksided ⭐️⚡️ // established relationship au // min yoongi adored you. he'd simply never hurt you — unless you asked. — listen to the playlist.
blindsided ⭐️⚡️ // sequel to darksided, established relationship au // after years of dating, you thought you had min yoongi all figured out — you didn't, and when he flipped the script on you, you never saw it coming. — listen to the playlist.
hindsight 🌱⭐️☁️⚡️// sequel to blindsided, established relationship au // tba
the one where yoongi loves to tease his shy gf ☁️ // established relationship au // in which yoongi loves making you blush in public. — request fill, 12/16/22
the one with yoongi, the cat, and the turf war ☁️ // established relationship au // in which yoongi is jealous of your cat. — request fill, 2/27/23
the one with yoongi, netflix, and zero chill ☁️ // fuck buddies to ? au // in which yoongi has possessions & hobbies… the fuck? — 3/10/23
the one with the doughboy and the greaseball ☁️📓 // childhood friends to ? au, hallmark-esque au // in which someone returns to their hometown, and there are family businesses to run, and stuff. — request fill, 6/14/23
"can't remember to forget you" by shakira ft. rihanna ⚡️🎙️ // exes to… nope, still exes au // in which yoongi is the “best man” & the worst mistake. — request fill, 1/15/23
the one with yoongi and the fucking hydrangeas 🌊📓 // childhood friends to lovers au // in which the runaway bride runs straight to yoongi. — request fill, 4/8/23
interlude: sunrise ⭐️☁️ // darksided au, established relationship au // two years after your first night with min yoongi, you wake up next to him in a parisian hotel.
interlude: sundown ⭐️⚡️// darksided au, established relationship au // as it turns out, your boyfriend can take as much as he gives.
the one where yoongi takes care of you ⭐️☁️ // darksided au, established relationship au // in which you are sick, but yoongi is down bad. — request fill, 11/30/23
problem ⭐️ // darksided au, established relationship au, halloween special // yoongi’s got a problem, and she’s dressed like elvira hancock.
dadchwita vol. i ⭐️☁️ // darksided au, established relationship au // in which you & yoongi have three kids but no sleep. — request fill, 12/23/22
dadchwita vol. ii ⭐️☁️ // darksided au, established relationship au // in which yoongi learns to braid your daughter’s hair. — request fill, 1/2/23
“what sarah said” by death cab for cutie ⭐️🌊🎙️ // darksided au, established relationship au // in which yoongi keeps his vow. — request fill, 12/26/22
liar, liar ⚡️// fwb au // hoseok suspects that you’re “phoning it in” while sexting and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t call your bluff.
the one with hoseok and the teapots (tw: miscarriage implied) 🌊 // hurt/comfort, established relationship au // in which hoseok is fucking sorry, too. — request fill, 3/3/23
the one where hobi loves you - not despite, but regardless (tw: depression) 🌊 // hurt/comfort, established relationship au // in which "the chair" is no match for hoseok. — request fill, 12/6/22
the one where hoseok plays with fire 🌊⚡️📓 // star-crossed lovers au, rival gangs au // in which you are the secret that hoseok would die to keep. — request fill, 4/14/23
"only for a moment" by lola marsh 🌊🎙️ // friends with benefits au, unrequited love au // in which hoseok stays the night but not the morning. — request fill, 1/28/23
"we'll never have sex" by leith ross ☁️🎙️ // newly-established relationship au // in which hoseok kisses you just to kiss you, not to take you home. — request fill, 12/28/22
the one where hoseok comes home ☁️ // established relationship au, october 2024 au // in which love looks different every day, but hoseok never changes. — 4/17/23
the one with hoseok and the magic fingers ☁️📓 // co-workers to ? au // in which there is only one (1) bed. — request fill, 5/24/33
the one with hoseok and the palm reader ☁️📓 // university au, meet cute / strangers to ? au // in which hoseok’s fate line suggests that he’s unlucky, but your presence at this house party suggests otherwise. — request fill, 6/23/23
menace ⭐️ 🌊⚡️// fuck buddies who hate each other au, brother’s best friend au, completed // just because you hate him doesn’t mean you can’t fuck him.
"NFWMB" by hozier ⚡️🎙️ // established relationship au // in which jimin wants to be held by you, felled by you... — request fill, 12/8/22
the one with jimin and all that turbulence⚡️ // one-night flight stand au // in which jimin founds the metric equivalent of the mile high club. — request fill, 3/18/23
the one with the hall pass ⚡️ // established relationship au, threesome // in which you and your boyfriend, taehyung, both want to fuck his best friend. — request fill, 8/13/23
the one with the hall pass pt. ii ⭐️⚡️ // established relationship au, threesome // in which jimin just really loves his friends, okay? — request fill, 11/24/23
the one with jimin and the synonyms ☁️📓 // established relationship au // in which jimin is the king of mental health days. — request fill, 4/28/23
the one where you drunk dial jimin with approx. 5-7 feelings ☁️ // friends to lovers au, idiots in love au // in which jimin commits 43% of the seven deadly sins in one fell swoop. — request fill, 12/23/22
the one with jimin and the boomerang ☁️ // friends to lovers au // in which jimin ponders death, taxes, and other inevitable things. — request fill, 3/6/23
the one with the clownfish and the anemone ☁️📓 // fuck buddies to friends to lovers au // in which your relationship with jimin goes backwards. — request fill, 6/24/23
the one where your brother, jimin, believes you (tw: implied sexual assault) 🌊 // hurt/comfort, siblings au // in which jimin is there to listen if & when you want to talk. — request fill, 12/17/22
reckless serenade ⭐️⚡️ // sequel to “the bad thing” drabble, infidelity au // your husband hasn’t looked at you in months, but his co-worker, kim taehyung, can’t keep his eyes off you.
"the bad thing" by arctic monkeys ⭐️⚡️🎙️ // infidelity au // in which taehyung takes a big swing and your wedding ring. — request fill, 1/5/23
the one with the hall pass ⚡️ // established relationship au, threesome // in which you and your boyfriend, taehyung, both want to fuck his best friend. — request fill, 8/13/23
the one with the hall pass pt. ii ⭐️⚡️ // established relationship au, threesome // in which jimin just really loves his friends, okay? — request fill, 11/24/23
the one where taehyung buys you mandu and tampons during your period ☁️ // hurt/comfort, established relationship au // in which taehyung is not only a good boy, but the best boy. — request fill, 12/23/22
the one where taehyung skips a date to build your ikea furniture ☁️ // childhood friends to lovers au // in which taehyung sacrifices his friday night to the hasvik. — request fill, 1/25/23
the one with taehyung and the rook 🌊📓 // enemies to lovers au, chaebol au // in which taehyung plays the long game. — request fill, 5/4/23
the one with taehyung’s indecent proposal 📓☁️ ⚡️// fake relationship au, fuck buddies to ? au // in which taehyung would rather die than show up single to a class reunion. — request fill, 6/12/23
stay ☁️ ⚡️ // best friends to lovers au // “jungkook." his name was merely a sigh flying out of your lungs and through your parted lips. “if we do this — if we go down this road — how do we go back?” — listen to the playlist.
title tbd 🌱🌊⚡️ // enemies to lovers au, post-nuclear apocalypse au (insp. by fallout series), raider!jk // tba
the one with jungkook, the weekender, and the impossibilities 🌊 // established relationship au // in which jungkook is bad at prioritizing & somehow even worse with words. — request fill, 3/18/23
the one with jungkook and the sharpshooter 🌊 📓 // enemies to lovers au, hurt/comfort, mafia au // in which you shoot first and plan later. — request fill, 4/22/23
the one where jungkook has to sleep on the couch 🌊 // established relationship au // in which jungkook finds a loophole in the most jungkook way possible. — request fill, 12/16/22
the one where jungkook thinks you’re perfect (tw: body image issues) ⭐️🌊 // hurt/comfort, established relationship au // in which jungkook is down bad. — request fill, 12/7/22
the one where he thinks you’re perfect (jjk pov) ⭐️🌊 // hurt/comfort, established relationship au // in which jungkook is down incurably bad. — request fill, 12/27/22
"hey old friend" by dearly somber 🌊🎙️ // best friends to strangers au, missed connection au // in which the hotline, to your knowledge, did not bling. — request fill, 1/27/23
the one where jungkook gives you a tattoo ☁️ // strangers to ? au // in which jungkook thinks ghosts should mind their own damn business. — request fill, 2/26/23
the one with jungkook and terpsichore ☁️ // established relationship au // in which jungkook watches you pole dance & goes mildly-to-moderately feral. — request fill, 3/15/23
the one who bites and the one who doesn’t ☁️ // newly-established relationship au // in which you face the final boss: jeon bam. — request fill, 3/13/23
the one with jungkook, his son, and the lightbulb ☁️ // established relationship au, dad!kook au // in which jungkook wants to be the very best (dad), like no one ever was. — request fill, 1/16/23
the one where jungkook is the world's clingiest/softest bf ☁️ // established relationship au // in which jungkook fashions himself into a weighted blanket. — request fill, 12/3/22
"more than you know" by axewell /\ ingrosso ☁️ // established relationship au // in which jungk— is that a boombox? in the year of our lord, 2023? seriously? — request fill, 1/28/23
the one where jungkook isn’t dreaming ⭐️ ☁️ // stay au, friends to lovers au, morning after au // in which jungkook has pinched himself, like, four (4) times already. — request fill, 12/30/22
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Congrats on 2k! This is so exciting! Here’s my drabble idea: a threesome among f!reader x Sope. She’s riding Yoongi and Hobi’s got the back. I’m imagining a mid sized girl who gets showered with neck kisses and the boys are handsy af with her (i.e. grabbing her hips, fondling her tits, pulling her hair.) Work your magic and congratulations again!!!
thank you for requesting sope!! you're an angel omg 🥹
just having fun
You don't know how you got in this situation, but you won't complain.
pairing: yoongi x mid-sized/fem!reader x hoseok
genre: smut
warnings: threesome, unprotected sex, anal sex, a bit of degradation 🙏🏻, cum eating, 600 words.
This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game! 🤍 (requests are closed!!)
♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡
Hoseok collects your hair in an improvised ponytail, getting it away from your neck to lay warm and wet kisses over your neck. As his lips explore your skin, he stretches out your ass with his cock, going in and out very slowly, very carefully.
The sensations make your stomach flutter, sweet and melodic moans escaping your mouth all while you grind on Yoongi's dick. This one fumbles your dangling tits, groping your flesh and rolling your nipples under his rough, big palms.
Hoseok lets go of your hair, throwing it over your shoulder and tucking the wild strands over your ear. He grabs your hips and leans down to whisper in your ear. "What a brave girl," he chuckles, the husky tone of his voice making you shiver. "Taking us both at the same time..."
You mewl in response, hooded eyes staring down at Yoongi's face. He's watching his cock sliding in your wet pussy, a white ring coating the base of his length, the sight so filthy and dirty. He smirks when he looks up at you. A lopsided smile that confirms all of your doubts; these men will never leave your mind after that.
"What do we call that... Hm, I forgot the word," Hoseok wonders, talking casually as if he's not fucking your ass right now.
"A slut," Yoongi answers and you frown at him. "That's what she is," he breathes out, darting his pink tongue out to wet his dried lips.
"I'm not," you defend yourself. "I'm just... having fun," you giggle, but stopping when a moan rips out of you, Hoseok having smacked one of your asscheeks.
"Sure, you are, baby girl," he replies, a bit mockingly. "It's just not how most girls would enjoy their night, mh?" He laughs, thrusting in your ass, his cock stiff and hard, making you see stars.
You want to respond, but you lack the words and the brain for it. You only moan, proving right to the two men; maybe you're a slut. It doesn't really matter anyway, surely not when you're getting exactly what you want.
You ride Yoongi sloppily, being a little restricted by Hoseok, but you don't give up, you wouldn't even consider giving up. If they can make you cum multiple times on their tongues and fingers, so can you with your pussy and ass.
"Ah, fuck," Yoongi curses out, throwing his head back on the pillows. His hands grope your thighs, keeping you in place right over his dick. "This pussy's gonna fucking make me cum," he announces, making you feel proud of yourself.
"Same," Hoseok rasps out, breathing heavily behind you.
Everyone's really sweaty, the room is so hot and smells so much like sex. You don't think you will ever recover from that, to be honest.
It's not long until both men come undone, Hoseok slipping out of you to spill everything he has on your butt and Yoongi on your cunt. You're covered in hot cum, and you won't lie, it's a great feeling. Sure, it's sticky, but you've made two men orgasm at the same time.
"Here, open up for me, baby," Yoongi demands, showing you his fingers coated in his seeds. You obligate, sucking them clean, smiling and giggling after, feeling a bit high on your hormones.
Hoseok watches his own cum dribbling between your asscheeks, mentally taking pictures of the scene to never forget and perhaps touch himself to the thought later.
You're really grateful you've met those two guys tonight because if not, you wouldn't have had the best sex of your life.
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idk if you do drabble requests but I love your writing so much! you really have a way with words so i was wondering if maybe you'd do a drabble about new!idol fem reader (can be solo or group w/e) who really looks up to and admires BTS and they meet her before watching her perform for the first time? also maybe there's some flirting? (idc which members I'm ot7) just one of my lil day dreams I wanna get out there 🥺 anyway! keep writing, you're genuinely really good 🫶🏻
I do now!! This sounded too cute to pass up 💕
Title: "Run."
Genre: drabble, one-shot, casual??? fluff??? idk how to describe this one lmao. I hope you enjoy!
Notes: y/s/n = "your stage name". Things that are underlined are links to the outfits described.
Your nerves had you literally shaking with anticipation as you waited behind the scenes of the show. So many incredible talents were performing today and here you were, an unknown newbie who was about to take the stage in front of a live audience. Why did they even want you to debut at this big of an event in the first place? Your manager reassured you it was because they believed in your talent and knew that taking a chance on you and letting your first performance be somewhere as prestigious as this would draw in fans, who would appreciate the unique sound you bring to the table. In particular, if the responses of other idols who are more famous and well-known were captured on camera and shared with their fanbase through broadcasts or similar media channels.
The way they styled you had you feeling nervous as well, with a form-fitting pink mini skirt that hugged your curves and a white button up top that was tucked in with a black and pink tie, adding a touch of elegance to your look. The cropped black blazer and black gogo boots with heels made you feel like you were going to fall at any moment, but the white leather garter with a chain on one of your thighs added a bold touch to your outfit. You felt a little exposed but you took a moment to be silently appreciative of the safety shorts you wore beneath your skirt.
You had always dreamed of being part of a group, working together towards a common goal. That's why you were initially brought on as a trainee for the company in the first place. However, after careful consideration and evaluation of your skills and strengths, it was ultimately decided that your talents would be best utilized flying solo. But you deeply wished you had people to lean on, members who could offer support and distract from your potential mistakes. You tugged at your skirt awkwardly as you stood around waiting for your time to perform. You still had nearly 30 minutes but you were too nervous to sit, instead you opted for watching the screen positioned on the wall, showing the current performers on stage.
You smiled at the screen at the talent being shown. BTS. You had a deep admiration for the group and enjoyed watching them perform their song DNA. The members exuded confidence and comfort on stage, making it seem like they never worried about mistakes at this point in their career. You watched as they moved fluidly across the stage, perfectly in sync with one another.
A close up of Jimin had you grinning like an idiot. God he was pretty. Fuck, they all were. Hoseok with his vibrant smile, Namjoon with his unique features and buff build, Yoongi and his piercing eyes, Taehyung sporting the flirtiest looks you had ever seen, Jungkook somehow looking both innocent and dangerously delicious, and Jin with his world wide handsome face. And even more than their looks, they were so incredibly talented and hardworking.
You had heard the detailed story of how they rose to the top, overcoming numerous challenges and obstacles along the way. Their journey was filled with both good and bad experiences, but through it all, they showed great dedication and strength. And here you were, you hadn't even had your first performance yet and you had been ready to give up multiple times just during your 4 years of being a trainee. Working for the same label as the musicians who inspired you to pursue music in the first place left you feeling both grateful and slightly out of place, as if you hadn't earned your spot there yet.
You completely dismissed those thoughts and made your way towards the snack and beverage area, specifically designated for idols and staff members. You were in dire need of water and something sweet to give you an energy boost. As the boys finished their performance, the booming cheers from the crowd echoed through the air. You froze in surprise when you heard the seven of them laughing and panting out of breath as they entered the same room you were in. You attempted to seem nonchalant as they eagerly grabbed water bottles and snacks for themselves, while you discreetly tucked your hair behind your ear and reached for a water bottle too, all the while listening intently as Jungkook and Hoseok laughed uncontrollably about some unknown joke or incident.
In their fit of laughter Jungkook backed up into you, making you stumble back a bit. He whipped around suddenly "shit, sorry!" he apologized with a small bow. "Kookie you've gotta be more careful!" came a voice from behind you. The voice placed a hand on your shoulder. "You okay?" As you turned your head, you caught sight of Jimin with a gentle smile on his face. You quickly nodded in response, your eyes wide, causing him to let out a soft chuckle. "Hey! We making new friends?" Came Hoseok's voice as he reached his hand out to you. "I'm Hoseok. Or Hobi, J-Hope, whatever's fine." he said. His signature smile was contagious, spreading warmth to the pit of your stomach as he spoke. You took his hand lightly, stifling a giggle. "I uh, I know who you are. I'm y/n. Or y/s/n. Whatever's fine." You mimicked with a warm smile. He laughed. "Nice to meet you, y/n!" His hand was warm, and making your head swim, prompting you to let go.
"Wait, y/s/n?" Yoongi asked, stepping into the conversation. "The new girl? You're debuting today, right?" As you glanced in his direction, your nervousness was evident in the rapid nodding of your head. "Mhmm! In uh.." you checked the time on your phone. "shit.. 15 minutes actually." You said, taking a shaky breath in. "Nervous?" came Taehyung's voice from behind Yoongi.
You were now the center of attention for the seven boys, who were anxiously anticipating your next words. "Incredibly so.." you replied, making them all smile at you. "Hey I'm sure you're going to do great!" Namjoon chimed in "yeah, you're going to sound amazing!" Said Jin. They all nodded as you laughed
"you guys have never even heard me sing, how would you know?" You asked with a playful lilt in your voice. "Well, you're beautiful, so I'm sure your voice matches." God. Jimin was just as flirty as people described him, with a playful smile and a wink that could light up the room. You rolled your eyes with a laugh. "Smooth, pretty boy." You chuckled out, making him smirk. Jungkook looked you up and down for a moment "Your outfit looks great, your stylists did an amazing job." You took a moment to examine your outfit, making sure every piece was in its place and smoothing out any wrinkles on your skirt.
"Thanks, I actually had to beg them to add black into the theme. They originally wanted me in all pink and white and that's just... really not my vibe." This had Hoseok raising a brow. "What's not your vibe? ...sweet and innocent?" He asked with a smirk and the tilt of his head.
For just an instant, your eyes flickered with something that looked almost like mischief before settling back into their usual serenity; however fleeting this transformation may have been, its impact left ripples. Luckily you were saved by staff running up to you. "Y/n you have 10 minutes! Please come get your hair and makeup touched up!" The girl sounded almost panicked. You gave her a sweet smile. "Be right there!" You said, putting your sweet and shy persona back on. "I should run. Thanks for the pep talk, boys!" you said with a small bow. "You got this!" Namjoon said as you turned to leave. Jin's voice stopped you "would it make you more or less nervous if we said we'll be watching?" You paused for a moment in thought. "Hmm, well, I think I'd be more motivated not to fall on my ass if I knew THE Bangtan was watching my every move." This made them smirk. "We'll have our eyes glued to you then." Hoseok said with a subtle wink, his voice low. "You better." You replied amorously as you walked away.
With you fully out of earshot now, the boys spoke. "she's cute as hell." Jungkook said. "Hm, she acts cute, but I think she's a little darker than that." Hoseok laughed. "Her and Jimin have the same vibes" Taehyung said playfully. "Oh, so I'm cute AND sexy? Thanks Taetae." Jimin retorted playfully, making the man roll his eyes. "Alright guys keep it in your pants." Yoongi commented. "Right, let's just go watch her performance like we promised, yeah?" Namjoon stated as they headed towards the changing room to switch outfits before returning to the audience.
As you stepped onto the stage, your nerves seemed to vanish into thin air as you effortlessly slipped into your performance persona. The song you performed was sultry, sassy, and sensual. Your manager referred to it as 'the triple S.' You found that you fell into the role easier than you thought you would since you discovered that with how bright the stage's colorful lights were, you could barely even see the crowd, but you could feel their energy and passion.
As your performance was coming to a close, one of your backup dancers suddenly fell near your feet. Despite knowing you needed to continue with the choreography, it felt wrong to simply step around her and ignore her situation. So, you decided to help her up while still singing and dancing, offering a reassuring smile and squeezing her hand gently when she looked panicked. She quickly fell back into the routine and the rest of the performance went on without another issue.
As soon as you left the stage, you were immediately ushered off to change into more appropriate clothing for sitting in the audience with the other idols who either weren't performing or had already finished their performances. A simple long black dress with two high slits on either side, though you still wore a leather garter with a chain, this time in black though. Your seat was just a row behind the bts boys, you gave a small bow and a smile as you passed them. Once you sat down, Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook all turned around to give you a thumbs up or small claps, telling you that you had done a good job. Despite your best efforts you couldn't fight the bright smile that took over your features.
No more than 2 hours later you were at the after party being reprimanded by your manager for stopping mid performance to help your backup dancer. "You know you're supposed to keep going in instances like that!" She barked out. "I technically did keep going! I wasn't just going to ignore her while she was struggling!" You spat back with an eye roll, arms crossed over your chest. She let out a deep sigh, her shoulders sagging in resignation.
However, before she could continue with whatever she was going to say, you abruptly turned and started walking away from her. Unfortunately for you though, your hasty retreat led you straight into the path of an oncoming person - or more specifically, their chest - resulting in a jarring impact that sent you stumbling backward several steps. "fuck! I mean, augh... sorry!" you bowed. "We're just always bumping into each other, huh? Now we're even." you looked up to see Jungkook with a couple of the boys not far behind. You let out a small laugh "I guess we are." as Hoseok walked up, he peeked around you for a moment, eyeing your manager as she huffed and stomped away.
"You get in trouble for something?" he asked. You nodded with another eye roll. "She's upset that I stopped to help my backup dancer when she fell." His eyebrows furrowed "she's mad at you for being a kind a decent human being?" You smiled "that's one way to put it I suppose." you replied. Jimin, hearing the conversation being had, pouted "I thought it made you look cool and likeable!" he said with a tilt of his head. You anxiously fiddled with your fingers, feeling a bit nervous. "Thanks guys, I appreciate it. I really hope it didn't ruin the performance." Hoseok shook his head. "Not at all! You were amazing up there!" Jungkook and Jimin nodded, agreeing. "Let me get you something to drink to get your mind off it, yeah?" He added. You smiled "sure, that'd be great."
As Jimin and Jungkook started mingling with the crowd, you and Hoseok headed towards the bar, located at the distant end of the room. The venue had arranged for an assortment of drinks to be served, and the bartender was busy filling orders.
He ordered you your drink of choice and something for himself as well. You two engaged in a casual conversation for nearly half an hour, exploring various topics and discovering shared interests such as music, movies, and hobbies. The ice in your second round of drinks had mostly melted, indicating they were nearing completion when he posed the question "you wanna get out of here?"
Halting your speech mid-sentence, you turned to face him with an inquiring gaze before your expression shifted into a sly grin that showed your true intentions. "Absolutely." You responded. He grinned widely as he grabbed your hand, his grip firm and confident, leading you towards the exit with purpose.
As you walked, he waved goodbye to his members, a gesture that seemed almost automatic. You spotted your manager heading towards you, her expression written in annoyance, causing your heart to race in anticipation. You gave Hoseok's hand a stern warning squeeze as your manager approached, making him raise an eyebrow at you in confusion. However, the mischievous grin spreading across your features told him everything he needed to know - you had no intention of being deterred by anyone.
"Run."
You said before pulling him into a dash towards the exit. You both burst into a fit of laughter as you rapidly made your way out of the building, the sound of your hurried footsteps on the hard floor growing fainter with each passing second until you were no longer in sight.
Tonight might be fun after all, you decided.
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A helping hand // jhs
Free you my heart 😪
pairing: dom!hobi x f!reader
genre: smut, drabble, unedited
word count: 360
warnings: cunnilingus
note: Happy Easter ig? Just something I wrote spur of the moment 😅
“Hoseok, please” you begged pathetically, a tear slipping down your already wet cheeks. You were trembling on the bed, your pink sheets soaked and messy.
“Please what, y/n?” He said sickeningly sweet, running his finger along the slit of your sensitive pussy. “Use your words pretty girl.”
He started kissing along the inside of your left thigh, chuckling at the exasperated breath you let out. Your body was spent, you were 3 orgasms in and practically limp.
“Can’t handle more, hobi” you mewled weakly, running your shaky hands through his disheveled hair. You tried pushing his head away from your body but he only resisted.
“Oh but you can, baby” he cooed, furrowing his brows in mock worry. He placed a hand on either of your shins, pushing your legs upward. He positioned himself closer to your waiting core. Listening attentively to your cute whines of desperation.
He leaned down licking a strip up your slit, kissing each side of your pussy lips. Eyeing your glistening cunt like a mad man, hobi peered up through hooded eyes. His long lashes casting a small shadow across his cheeks. Smiling at the sight of your ruined body, he lowered his head. Placing his nose directly on your pussy, inhaling loudly.
Your cheeks burned red, legs starting to ache in the tightly folded position he placed you in. He began tongue fucking you mercilessly. Obscene slurping noises filled the room, your whimpers turning into broken cries. You felt your arousal dripping down your legs continuously. The knot in your stomach forming almost immediately.
“Mmm—“ he hummed against your soaked core, moving away to take a quick breath. He didn’t waste another second diving back in. Spitting on your cunt in a swift motion.
“Whose pussy is this?” He questioned hotly. Using a free hand to rub across your pussy. He looked at you hungrily, milking another orgasm from you with his fingers. You felt your pussy clench around his fingers, repeatedly calling his name in response.
“So gorgeous,” he breathed heavily, watching your cunt contract around his idle fingers. He ran his fingers along your folds placing them in his mouth happily.
“Again?”
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My One and Only
Hobi x Reader
Summary: You decide to let Hobi eat you out for the first time. That’s is, pwp.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, oral(f.receiving), hair pulling, protected sex(pls be responsible), so
many petnames, mentions of anxiety, not proofread
A/N: Thanks to @ygwa for this request! I hope this lives up to your expectations! Love you💜
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Hobi had been many of your firsts; first real boyfriend, first I love you, and that pattern had
continued into the bedroom. He’d always made you feel so safe and cared for, guiding you
through anything new experience that you came across together.
But one of the things you had
yet to do let him do was go down on you. The first time he asked, you’d actually said no, anxiety
suddenly flaring up and getting the best of you, but he’d been nothing understanding and
reassuring, reminding you that your comfort was his top priority and that the two of you didn’t
have to do anything you didn’t want to.
But that was the thing, you definitely wanted to, in truth, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking
about it since he brought it up, but sometimes your nerves just got the better of you, worried
about doing the wrong thing, or not living up to yours or his expectations.
But tonight, after about a week or so, you’d gotten the courage to bring it back up to him, and
couldn’t say that you regretted your decision, sat on his lap as you messily made out, arms
looped around his neck as he gripped your hips, grinding you against him. He’d wanted to make
sure you were turned on enough and ready for him, but after twenty minutes of kissing and
teasing from him, you were bordering on desperate for more, painfully aware of the wetness
pooling between your legs.
Hobi seemed to catch your shift in mood from the way you started to press harder against him,
pulling back to look at you with hooded eyes.
“Are you ready?” He asked breathlessly.
“Mhm.” You nodded, ignoring the faint flutter of nerves that his words stirred.
“Hey,” He cupped your face gently. looking at you with so much adoration, you could cry.
“Anytime that you start to feel uncomfortable, we can stop, okay? It’s no big deal.”
You nodded.
“You remember your words?”
“Red for stop, Yellow for slow down, Green for keep going.”
“Good girl.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, laying you back on the bed.
He took his time on his descent, kissing and nipping his way down your chest and tummy,
running his hands along your thighs light enough to raise goosebumps as he removed your
bottoms, guiding your legs to spread wider so he could settle comfortably between them on his
stomach.
You peered down at him as he planted open mouthed kisses along each of your
thighs, sucking a small spot on the delicate skin that you’d likely feel for several days.
“Hobi.” You whined, squirming in his hold.
“Oh, now you’re impatient, hmm?” He chuckled, catching your hands as you tried to cover your
face in embarrassment.
“It’s alright, Sweetheart,” He said soothingly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll quit teasing,
okay? Just relax.”
He released your hands in favor of holding onto your hips, placing a kiss just above where you
needed him before licking a broad stripe through your wet folds, making you jolt at the
sensation.
“Fuck, knew you’d taste good.” He groaned, dipping back in for another taste, lapping up your
wetness hungrily.
It felt like nothing you’d ever experienced, his warm tongue moving with careful precision,
dipping into your entrance before coming back up to circle your clit, making you let out a whine.
“H-Hobi.” You moaned.
“Hmm? What is it, Love?” He asked sweetly, glancing up at you. “Does it feel good?”
“Yeah.” You sighed.
“You wanna try something?” He asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
“Okay.” You said, slightly nervous, but trusting him.
He leaned back in, laving over your clit with his tongue a few times before closing his lips
around the soft bud and sucking, causing your back to arch off the bed as you let out an
embarrassingly loud moan, pleasure shooting through you like lightning.
He pulled away with a
wet noise, scanning your face attentively.
“Color?” He asked.
“G-Green.” You staggered.
He dove back in, repeating the action a few more times, turning you into a writhing mess, your
hands finding his hair as you scrambled for something to hold onto, tugging hard enough to earn
a low groan from him.
“Sorry.” You immediately released your hold, but he caught your hands again, placing them back
on his head.
“Do it again.” He nearly growled, looking up at you with an expression that had your stomach
and cunt clenching.
You gave another sharp tug, making his eyes fall shut as he hissed, diving
back into your heat with renewed intensity, doubling the pace of his ministrations and sending
you rushing head-long towards your release.
“H-hobi, I’m-” You couldn’t finish the sentence, but he understood.
“Let go Baby, make a mess on my face.” He said, feeling your muscles twitching around him as
you got closer.
Your high hit you like a freight train, a choked cry leaving you as your thighs clamped down
around Hobi’s head, blocking his breathing, but he couldn’t care less at that moment. He’s sole
focus was on working you through your orgasm, catching every last drop of your release, not
stopping till you slumped against the bed, flinching from sensitivity.
Grinning proudly, he climbed back up the bed, your essence shining on his mouth and chin.
“Are you okay?” He asked softly, stroking your face.
“Mhm.” You hummed, too blissed out to think properly.
“Does that mean we can do that again sometime?” He asked with a grin.
“You can do that whenever you want.” You said, making him laugh.
“I’ll bear that in mind.” He kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. As you shifted
closer, you became very aware of his hard cock pressed against your leg, stirring the heat in
your lower belly again.
“Hobi.” You breathed against his lips. “Need you.”
“Already? Aren’t you tired?” He chuckled, but you shook your head, tugging him closer.
“Alright, my sweet baby.” He said, climbing off the bed to slip out his bottoms and grab a
condom from the bedside drawer. You followed his movements closely, eyeing his bobbing cock
with almost hungry eyes.
“You’re making me shy.” He giggled, catching your attention as he rolled the rubber down his
length.
“Sorry.” You said, your cheeks heating up as you averted your eyes, feeling the mattress dip
as he climbed back into the bed.
“I didn’t say you had to stop.“ He commented with a smirk, moving to hover over you as he
kissed you softly. “Ready?”
“Very.” You replied, earning another chuckle from him that turned into a moan as he slipped
inside you, filling you up slowly.
Your head fell back at the feeling of him stretching you out, leaving you throat exposed to Hobi
to latch onto, kissing over the faint pink marks he’d left earlier as he waited for you to adjust to
his length.
“Hobi.” You breathed after a moment.
“Move?”
“Please.”
You didn’t have to tell him twice, pulling all the way out before plunging back into you, setting a
pace that quickly turned you both into moaning messes. You wrapped your legs around his
waist, allowing him even deeper and helping him hit that spot that had your toes curling.
“Hobi,” You panted. “Please, ‘m close.”
“I am too, Baby, cum with me.” He groaned, slipping a hand down to circle your clit, immediately
sending you over the edge, making your clench around him tightly as he pounded into you even
faster.
“Fuck, that’s-, I’m cumming!” He groaned, burying his face in your neck as his hips faltered,
thrusting into you once, twice more before stilling as his cocked pulsed inside you, spilling into
the condom.
You ran your hands along his back as you both caught your breath, causing him to nearly doze
off on top of you before pulling back to look at you dreamily.
“Are you alright?” He asked softly.
“Yeah, are you?” You asked, amused by his dazed expression.
“I’m great.” He grinned. “I could even go again, if you want?”
You laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You’re amazing.” He said, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Alright, we should get cleaned up.
Wanna join me in the shower?”
“So long as it’s just a shower.” You gave him a look.
“I’ll behave.” He promised, pulling away and helping you up. “But I’m not responsible if you start
something.”
You showered in relative silence, leaning into each other’s touch as you washed away the sweat
and cum before toweling off and climbing back into bed together, feeling sleep threatening to
overtake you as soon as you laid your head on his chest.
“I love you.” You mumbled drowsily.
“I love you too, my sweetheart,” His whispered reply was the last thing you heard before falling
asleep in his arms. “My one and only.”
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SET ME FREE x MIN YOONGI
[MAFIA AU]
PART ONE
Red Chopsticks
Side Characters: Kim Namjoon/police officer detective, Jeon Jungkook/police officer detective, Jung Hoseok/mafia member and Yoongis right hand.
Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, death, robbery, killing, guns, torturing, fire, porn (a lot of it), drugs, cuss words.
Song: Gods and Monsters by Lana del Rey.
Next ->
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I knew that working as an intern at the police station wasn’t going to be easy. As a young woman i knew that very well. But life wasn’t ever exactly easy for me, when i wasn’t fighting to survive i was planing how to survive tomorrow.
At least i was never bored.
“Another fight against the mafia Min left three police officers in the hospital in critical condition and five dead, the police said that they are taking care of the case right now and so far they can’t disclose any information about the investigation but, everything indicates that the mafia leader Agust d was behind it. We’ll be back after the break…”.
I took a sip of my coffee as i watched the news on the tv in wall of the coffee shop. This Agust d was one of the most wanted criminals in the world, they say he has deals with the Italian and the Japanese mafia. No one knew how he looked like, the only way to know he was behind a crime was looking at the crime scene. He had a way of doing in the most cleanest way. Bodies dropped dead in a blink of an eye and no one would know.
I always wanted to be a police detective just like my father, completely influenced by him but when he passed away i made the promise to take his place and do just as much good to the world as he did. To continue his legacy. Since I was the oldest I had to take care of the house and my younger brother. Who was still in high school.
After completing my training i was assigned to work as an intern at the police station. I’ve been working for almost four months now, it hasn’t been easy since.
Many male seniors looked down on me and tooked me for weak. But that didn’t stop me. It never did in the academy and It won’t here.
I’m gonna do my job and I’ll be the best at it.
Days are work were usually the same, sitting on my desk making documents and delivering documents with criminal information on crime scenes, criminals and people who passed.
I had to make sure every information was in order and ready to be documented and archived in the system.
At lunch break I would seat in the table with the few detectives that saw me as one of them, Namjoon was working on the Agust d case together with Jungkook and his other man, he would always take care of me when he could. As fathers used to know each other and for that reason he’s always been like a big brother for me in the station.
- how’s been work so far y/n? - he asked, a smile showing his dimples making him look even more attractive.
- same old same old - i said, sitting in front of him on the table. - how is the investigation of the Min mafia?
- don’t even tell me about it. The damn Agust d is like a ghost. - he held his chopsticks tighter, a deep look in his eyes showing me how much this case has been burning him, no one wanted to catch that man more than him - But just you wait…. I’m gonna catch him and make him pay for his crimes.
- I’m sure you will - i send him an assuring smile - no one can do that but you.
He replied my smile send a small one back to me, the air around seemed to have lightened up since.
- make sure you document our relatories right y/n - Jungkook the youngest detective said to me in a teasing way. Turning the attention to me.
- you do your job and i do mine - i said - I’ll be better then you once i become a detective.
- she’s coming for you man! - Namjoon teased, getting playful too.
- I’m not scared of girls - Jungkook stated, looking my way.
- well then I’ll make you scared - I said daring. We all just laughed after that.
Lunch time was always pleasant with them, as much as they can’t seem to stop teasing me for being the youngest, it was nice being with them.
After lunch i went back to work finding a new pile of documents with a small yellow note saying to transfer them all to the system. One of the other female workers who was a senior Looked at my way saying the boss requested me to do the documents and send it to him.
I sighed knowing it would take more then hours to complete the work, specially with how slow the system has been lately.
…
Finishing the last paper o looked outside the window at the office. It was night already, half past eleven.
I yawn getting up from the chair, time to clock out. As I walk down the stairs to the front doors of the station, Namjoon comes from the corridor of the left. I smiled at him and he does a little jog to come to me, accompany me as we both exit the building.
I take a deep breath once outside, finally time to go home.
- you need a ride home? - Namjoon offers.
- oh no, thank you though - i declined - I have my own ride home.
- don’t tell me you’re still driving that thing? - he asked incredulously of my ride home.
- hey! Don’t talk like that about my baby - i said. Hitting his arm.
- i swear that motorcycle is a monster… - he said playful.
- no it’s not… - I’m interrupted by my cell phone ringing, my brothers name shining on it. - sorry i gotta go, bye Joonie!
I quickly said by to him as i run to the parking lot, once my motorcycle was in my sight I took the call.
- hey bro what do you-
I couldn’t finished. My voice got stuck in my throat as i heard him sobbing, silent cries.
- they are coming to get me… I’m so sorry big sis…- he cried, I could hear laughs and other voices in the back.
My mind was doing loops. Different scenarios about what he might have gotten himself into that could have gotten him in that situation, i felt the rush in my body and completely lost control of myself. The only family I had was in danger and i just couldn’t breath at the thought of it. How could I not do anything?
Knowing i was just an intern at the police station but i would never turn my back to someone in need. Never.
I’m so stupid.
I moved out of instinct. Getting in the motorcycle. Turning on the GPS of his cellphone so i could track his location, finding out my brother l location was my focus now. Turning the key the loud roar of the motor was flowed through my ears. I checked the GPS once more finding out he was at the wets part of downtown.
My eyes looking incredulously at his location, just what in the world was he doing at one of the most dangerous parts of downtown?
Once I find him I’m going to smash some sense in his head, with my fry pan. Hard.
Driving this late wasn’t so bad, everyone was sleeping and those who weren’t were coming back from work or just going to parties, getting dunk or eating out. It was easier to get there faster, as i drove towards my brothers destination the streets began to slowly turn darker, and i don’t mean light sense.
I was struck by how things went down there. I never came a single kilometer close to this part of the city. Now I know why.
People fighting in the middle of the streets, some drunk men being dragged out of a pub, woman bearly clothed walking around smoking.
I stooped my motorbike to look at the GPS once again, he was close now one street ahead in the next alley. I drove there slower till I was close enough to go there on foot and made my way to the alley.
I couldn’t find words to describe this place, it smelled so bad my head started to hurt. Cigarettes and cheap alcohol, piss in the corners and some people laying on the floor. I didn’t know if they were alive but, i didn’t know if going there to check would be a good thing to do.
I had my own share of trouble to solve now. Once in the alley i felt paralyzed, honestly I didn’t know what to expect from this. I didn’t know what to do. I just knew my brother was i danger and i had to get to him quickly.
Once there i stood in the alley, my heart was weighing on my chest, as i saw three men cornering my brother. Two of them wearing big jackets and while one wore a baseball hat the other a bucket hat he was the one who held my brother against the wall while the other one threw a punch against him. Those disgusting pieces of trash.
- ya!
Anger boiled inside me. Now finally getting their attention. The one who threw the punch turning towards me. He was bald and had a dragon tattoo on his face that follow the side of his head to his left eye.
- there's nothing to see here princess - he said - get out or... we might not let you go.
- no, you leave - i stood my ground - i already called the coops, leave my brother.
They all just laugh, i didn't move an inch through if i wanted to win this I would have to fight. I knew I would.
- you all heard that? She called the cops - he said in a mocking way to the other guys and they all laughed - you must not be from here little girl.... the coops don't come here any more.
- yeah... - the other one who held my brother said, he took his cap off siding with the tattoo guy - Agust D made sure of that.
They looked at each other and chuckled.
- we gotta thank him for that... - the back one said walking towards me - thanks to him we can do whatever we want to little girls like you....
I felt like throwing up.
It wasn’t long before two arms held me from behind, a breath of cigarettes hitting my face. A forth men? I tried to break free from it but the man’s hold was strong.
Bald guy walking towards us a vile smile on his lips as he did so, my mind was completely blank and all i could hear was my heart beating faster in my chest and their laughs as if it was coming from far away.
My eyes desperately searching for my brother finding him laying on the floor, fear boiling on my body. I could only watch.
How useless i was.
- we are gonna have so much fun… - he said grabbing my face and smiling sickly. I was so disgusted and angry at the same time.
Still i spit on his face. For a second it seemed like he didn’t believe it, then he angrily cleaned his face with his hand.
- you bitch! - he was one second from slapping me in the face.
If I’m in hell, might as well shower in flames. I closed my eyes waiting for the blow, but it never came.
- what’s is all this garbage?….
A different voice said this time, before anything could happened, from behind the man in the other end of the alley a man stood there.
I couldn’t make his face as he was too far, he proceeded to light a cigarette and take a blow. Smoke flying above his face as he lets it all out. He was wearing simple clothes, ripped jeans a white shirt and flower shirt over it. Long black hair slick back. He walked slowly towards the commotion, as if this was nothing but exactly what he stated: garbage.
- we don’t need more people here friend… - the man in front of me said, walking towards the new stranger - just keep minding your own business.
- well you see… friend - he said closer now, eyes falling over mine and i noticed the scar on his face. It made him look mad. - i don’t like men hurting woman…
- I don’t give a shit about what you don’t like get the fu- before the man can say even one more word, scar men throws a punch on him, cigarette still between his lips.
He falls on the ground nose bleeding and groaning in pain, scar men takes a second blow lof the cigarette letting the smoke fall out of his lips slowly in the air watching the men on the ground, a smirk on his face.
- I also don’t like poor dirty vocabulary… - he said, throwing the rest of the cigarette on the man.
The two other guys went stray to the scar men, one of them throwing a punch on him but he quickly dogged grabbing the guys arm bringing towards him he punched his ribs then kicked him on the same spot, while this were happening the other one who just watched grabbed a piece of wood and went straight to the scar face men.
It happened so fast, the guy didn’t stood a chance as scar face held the piece of wood and his other hand before he could do anything, a sick laugh coming from scar face lips. He looked as if he was having the most fun but, more then anything like this was nothing to him.
I knew he went hard when i heard the sound of cracking, but it wasn’t from the wood. The painful groan that left the guy mouth was enough to tell me, scar men broke his arm then threw the guy on the floor two with another kick. He stood there pushed his hair back and looked at me, a smirk still on his face.
The forth men that was holding me finally let me go, turning back i only saw him walking fast as if he had nothing to do with this signaling to the other men to get out of there, one after the other they got up from the floor leaving quickly. I don’t know who that men with the scar is but although he helped me and my brother, he doesn’t seem like one to mess with.
As the alley was clear i ran to my brother, checking to see if he was okay. He hugged me as soon as i kneeled beside him.
- why did you come? - he cried on my shoulder - they could’ve hurt you…
- and they hurt you - I told him - how could i not come? Should I have just left your!? You punk.
I helped him up holding him by the waist, I honestly thought the scar men wouldn’t be here anymore. I was surprise to see he was still there looking at me and my brother. Both hands on the pockets of his jeans.
Noticing my look of surprise at him he only side smiled, I couldn’t read his expression.
- it’s still dangerous to be alone at this time… - he said walking to the end of the alley where he came from and towards the street - let’s eat something till things cool down in downtown.
I didn’t question. I didn’t know how things worked at downtown and if he’s from here he knows more then I do. Seeing how my brother was still in pain I thought that would be a good idea, at least until he gets better to go and as the scar men said till thing cold down.
So i follow the him. We walked without saying anything else, the streets of downtown seemed to really be quieting down now . He stopped in front what looked like a noddle restaurant, it looked old with rustic furniture and decor.
He walked around as if he new the place and quickly sat down in one of the tables on the back, i fallowed him sitting in front of him after helping my brother to sit beside me.
And old lady came to our table, she seemed to know scar face as she smiled at him.
- the usual mister Yoongi? - she asked him, he nodded.
- the same for them - he then replied, she looked at me once then my brother the expression on her face showing clearly. Pity.
She quickly went back to prepare the food, i looked at the men in front of me. The scar on his face gave him a fearful look, he had sharp eyes too and moved with so much confidence and control of himself. Nothing around his surrounding seemed to fazed him, he looked indifferent to everything.
He’s from downtown. The part of the city were crime was all over it, the mafia Min had control over it more then the military soldiers. No one could take this area down. They had so much power over it no one from the outside could even imagine what was truly happening here, everyone feared getting even the stlighly close to here.
I tried not to think about it so much as time passed, the food was put in front of us by the old lady. The scar face who’s name the old lady said before was Yoongi took his chopsticks blowing the noddles before eating.
His knuckles had some blood on them, but he just eat as if it wasn’t nothing to him. Are all the people in downtown like this? Born bad? Born with blood in their hands.
Now here i’m right in the middle of it. With this men in front of me who looked like he was some kind of mafia criminal.
- are you in the mafia? - I only realized I said my thoughts out loud when he looked at me.
He stoped mid eating, mouth slightly opened as he hold his chopstick. His eyes locked on mine and he stared at me, it felt cold the more i held eye contact with him. I couldn't decipher what was going on his mind, it made me even more intrigued and for a second it felt like time had stoped, everyone and every thing around us simply didn't exist.
How did I get here? Who was this men?
I couldn't breath. My eyes were glued on his, how could someone like him have this kind of effect on people? I felt a shiver run down my spine as he licked his lips smirking if that was somebody else I’m sure it wouldn’t look as attractive as he made it look and before he took a bite of his food he simply said without breaking eye contact with me.
- no.
Nothing else was said after that.
We all just eat our food. The silence was filled with only dish sounds and food being cooked, some old people talking about sports and how some areas were too dangerous.
I kept checking on my brother to see if was fine, he only eat his food quietly blood dried already on his bottom lip, a bruise on his right eye turning red. I hated the fact i couldn’t protect him. Even after becoming a police officer I couldn’t do anything to protect my only family.
Mat the sudden movement in front of me my eyes turning to Yoongi as he got up from his seat, he grabbed the pair of red chopsticks before looking at me one last time.
- i have something to deal with now - he said - you know that way out, don’t worry about the food… is on me.
Was all he said before turning his back and walking towards the back of the restaurant with the red chopsticks.
What a night.
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